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webkoo · 19 days

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bts!ot7 × leitora ──★ dividindo … sinopse: seu namorado cometeu o erro (ou acerto) de perguntar aos seus amigos o que eles queriam ver... :) english version on @kooqitas

#contém: pwp, sexo grupal, boquete, oral violento, fingering, humilhação, degradação, cuspe, esperma, uso gratuito, aftercare mencionado.

#notas: essa história é bem fetichista, você tá sendo literalmente deposito de porra de sete caras. :)

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você veria seus amigos depois de meses, desde que você e jungkook estavam morando juntos vocês não se viam, o que era engraçado porque vocês eram amigos de anos, mas há alguns meses vocês simplesmente não conseguiam se ver, tudo dava errado de última hora.

"porra, cê tá tão gostosinha vestida assim, talvez se eu te comer só um pouquinho antes deles chegarem..." jungkook disse no seu ouvido, levantando sua saia e esfregando o dedo médio no seu buraquinho.

"namjoon me mandou mensagem, ele disse que chega em cinco minutos com os meninos."

"prometo que te faço gozar em cinco minutos."

você riu porque sabia que era verdade.

mas os outros seis caras estariam em sua porta em cinco minutos, e não apenas caras aleatórios, mas seus melhores amigos...

"sei que a gente transou ontem a noite, mas porra, eu preciso comer essa bucetinha de novo, eu tô viciado, preciso te comer toda hora, todo minuto, todo segundo, noite após noite..." diferente da fala completamente suja, jungkook beijava seu ombro calmamente.

"os meninos vão chegar daqui a pouco..."

"não seja malvada, me deixa abrir esse buraquinho, por favor..."

jungkook levou uma das mãos para a alça fina da sua camiseta, puxando para baixo e expondo seus peitos, ele te virou de frente para ele, e colocou a boca ali sem qualquer rodeio. você estava acostumada com a agilidade de jungkook e como ele sempre chupava seu mamilo como devoção.

e então a campainha tocou.

"jungkook, para, os meninos estão aqui!" você tentou parar seu namorado.

"tenho certeza que eles não ligariam de me ver te comendo, gatinha. e você também não ligaria de mostrar como esse buraquinho abre todo pra receber meu pau, né?"

porra, isso era uma verdade. você e jungkook eram um pior que o outro, mas mais do que mostrar, você facilmente deixaria os outros seis te usarem também.

"eu sei exatamente o que você ta pensando, putinha suja!" jungkook disse antes de voltar a chupar seu mamilo.

e então a campainha tocou de novo.

"merda!" ele reclamou, indo em direção a porta enquanto você tentava colocar suas roupas de volta no lugar.

quando os outros seis entraram na casa, você sorriu, sentia muita falta deles.

namjoon foi o primeiro a te abraçar, te deixando um beijo na testa de forma gentil, e merda, você havia visto fotos que ele havia postado na academia, mas ele estava... grande...

seokjin veio logo em seguida, o homem alto beijando sua mão antes de te dar um abraço.

e depois jimin veio, te dando um beijo molhado na bochecha como ele sempre, o loiro tinha um cheiro que facilmente molhava sua calcinha, puta merda que homem gostoso.

droga, jungkook não deveria ter te provocado.

você notou taehyung sussurrando algo para yoongi, que riu murmurando alguma coisa como "decência?" e foi aqui que você notou que, provavelmente pela saliva do jungkook, seus peitos estavam molhados, e graças a camiseta fina isso estava bem evidente.

"ah sim, vocês nos atrapalharam, eu estava quase comendo minha mulher e vocês chegaram!"

muitas coisas aconteceram nessa frase: jungkook te chamando de 'minha mulher' e principalmente, ele expondo o quase-sexo para todos os seus amigos. canalha.

não é como se eles não imaginassem a vida sexual ativa de vocês, vocês eram amigos muito antes de você e jungkook namorarem, os outros seis sabiam exatamente como você era, e jungkook também, era só somar 1+1, as vezes vocês conversavam sobre sexo no chat em grupo, mas era a primeira vez que falavam sobre algo assim ao vivo.

"se você quiser comer ela, eu não ligo, desde que eu possa assistir, não é como se eu nunca tivesse fodido vocês dois..." hoseok disse como se fosse um 'bom dia'

e isso era verdade, antes de jungkook, você já havia feito sexo com pelo menos quatro dos seus amigos, e o mesmo para jungkook, era muito fácil entender o porque do jeon não ter ciúmes.

"ah, eu posso então? eu realmente quero fazer isso" droga, jungkook era um pervertido.

"por favor, sinto falta dos peitos dela." namjoon confessou, relembrando o quanto ele amava estar por cima de você, chupando seu mamilo pra te ajudar a relaxar no pau grande dele.

"cara, respeita minha mulher!"

jungkook repreendeu namjoon, mas vocês sabiam que era apenas piada, principalmente quando seu namorado veio por trás de você, abaixando a alça da sua blusa novamente e expondo seus peitos para seus amigos.

se você parasse para pensar, talvez isso fosse loucura, seu namorado dividindo você com outros seis caras? outros seis caras que são SEUS AMIGOS.

mas por outro lado... você queria muito aquilo.

"mais alguém quer ver mais alguma coisa?" jungkook perguntou, fazendo você sentir sua calcinha molhar mais ainda, você se sentia uma vagabunda, um troféu, e isso não era uma reclamação.

"a calcinha dela." seokjin disse, te comendo com os olhos, porra, o máximo onde vocês chegaram foi uns beijinhos casuais em uma festa.

"eu quero algo." taehyung se manifestou. "quero ver ela de joelhos mamando meu pau."

"se ela for chupar o pau do taehyung, vai ter que chupar o meu também." yoongi disse.

"e o meu." jimin passou o polegar nos lábios.

"deixa eu ver se entendi." jungkook coçou a garganta. "vocês tão dizendo na minha cara que querem que minha mulher mame vocês?"

"foi você quem ofereceu ela igual uma prostituta." hoseok disse, tirando o próprio cinto.

merda, você nunca sentiu tanto tesão, seu namorado e seus amigos discutindo como se você não estivesse na sala.

"o que você acha, gatinha?"

"hm..." você andou até o sofá, sendo seguida pelos sete homens como se eles fossem cachorrinhos, e então removeu a saia e a blusa presa em sua cintura.

jungkook veio até você, te beijando e removendo a roupa dele, os dedos dele esfregaram lentamente na renda branca da sua calcinha e você gemeu na boca dele, seu namorado estava completamente excitado, apertando seus mamilos e fazendo você gemer ainda mais.

"minha vadiazinha é tão gananciosa, sete paus na boca? consegue lidar com isso?"

"eu preciso lidar..."

"isso mesmo, putinha!" ele te beijou mais uma vez. "vocês não merecem muito, apenas se organizem para beijar ela em pares... e vocês conhecem ela e a palavra dela, qualquer coisa fora da curva e eu sou capaz de matar cada um de vocês."

jungkook mal terminou e jimin e seokjin chegaram perto de você, jimin por trás, pressionando o pau já duro nas suas costas, e seokjin na sua barriga, naquele momento você queria os dois dentro de você, queria os dois paus te alargando e te enchendo, mas tudo que conseguiu foi seokjin chupando e mordiscando seus mamilos enquanto Jjmin te beijava e brincava com sua calcinha molhada.

você gemendo para os dois enquanto os outros cinco assistiam tudo.

você nem percebeu quando taehyung e yoongi chegaram, as mãos firmes deles te usando para se esfregar, o beliscão que yoongi deu em seu mamilo esquerdo enquanto sua mão estava dentro da calça de taehyung te fez gritar de dor numa mistura com o prazer, você gostou pra caralho daquele jeito agressivo.

"vai me chamar de papai de novo hoje, hm?" namjoon perguntou enquanto se aproximava de você com hoseok, enfiando dois dedos em sua buceta sem qualquer aviso quando hoseok estava beijando você "senti falta desse buraquinho." namjoon foi mais rápido e você geme alto não só pela sensação dos dedos grossos, mas porque percebe todos os outros caras olhando para você.

"acho que eles vão gostar de ver isso” hoseok saiu da sua frente, expondo a todos a imagem de você gemendo nos dedos de namjoon.

“tão linda nossa vadia burra!” jimin disse, observando a cena.

seu namorado queria dizer a namjoon para parar com isso, ele queria levar você para o quarto e te foder até o corpo dele desligar, mas só por ver o quanto você estava se divertindo com tudo isso valia esperar.

namjoon adicionou um terceiro dedo sem avisar e você se sente tão humilhado, vazando pelas mãos dele quando ele enfia e tira os dedos da sua boceta em um ritmo insano, seu corpo tremendo enquanto baba escorre da sua boca.

“diz pro seu namorado o quanto você sente falta do meu pau abrindo todo seu buraco, o quanto você sente falta de escorrer pelo meu pau. como você ama olhar meu pau enfiado na sua bucetinha apertada” e então ele tirou os dedos de você, esfregando-os em seus lábios e forçando você a se ajoelhar no chão. “você não vai gozar, não comigo, putinha, você vai enfiar todos esses paus na garganta e deixar a gente gozar no seu corpo todo, ser nosso depósito de porra, hm? depois seu namorado vê o que ele faz com você, cheia de porra de outros homens” ele ri.

e então você notou os outros seis homens se aproximando de você com o pau nas mãos, taehyung foi o primeiro a puxar seu cabelo, e você foi ágil com sua língua quente traçando o pau dele para cima e para baixo.

enquanto sua língua ainda estava em taehyung, hoseok esfregou as bolas dele na sua cara, e você tentou agarrá-las com a língua também, mas foi em vão.

“jungkook, sua namoradinha é uma prostituta!” seokjin disse quando você agarrou o pau dele, iniciando uma masturbação.

“tenho certeza que ela aguenta dois” jimin disse, empurrando seu pau junto com o de taehyung em sua garganta.

e você chupou, nem você sabe como, mas chupou como se fosse o pirulito mais delicioso do mundo enquanto os dois enfiavam com força na sua garganta. foda-se a dor, foda-se o incômodo, era tudo tão gostoso que você apenas continuava chupando com necessidade.

minutos depois você tinha o pau de jimin e taehyung na boca e seokjin e hoseok um em cada mão. namjoon, jungkook e yoongi se revezaram esfregando seus paus em seu corpo e dando tapas em seu peito e rosto.

jimin tirou o caralho duro da sua boca, e você encaixou no pau de seokjin, observando de lado enquanto jimin começava a se masturbar.

yoongi estava em sua mão direita, você acariciando as bolas dele.

era um pouco demais, a violência com qual entravam na sua garganta fazendo lágrimas sairem dos seus olhos, ás vezes você batia na coxa dos seus amigos para fazê-los pararem um pouco para você respirar, e bastava você puxar o ar uma vez que eles se enfiavam ali de novo no mesmo ritmo agressivo.

a sensação era muito mais agradável pelo ambiente do que pelo ato sexual em si, já que você mal conseguia chupar os paus, toda vez que alguém entrava e saía da sua boca.

“acho que essa vadia estúpida é muito gananciosa,até agora não engasgou com meu pau” namjoon reclamou, fazendo você soltar o pau de seokjin e hoseok que estavam em sua boca, quando os dois saíram, uma quantidade absurda de saliva escorreu você, vazando pelo seu corpo e até mesmo pelo chão da sala, foi humilhante, mas você não teve muito tempo para pensar assim que namjoon agarrou seu cabelo e fez seu nariz tocar a pélvis dele.

e então yoongi e jungkook se juntaram a ele, esfregando as bolas em seu rosto enquanto você abria a boca e aceitava de bom grado tudo o que eles lhe deram.

"você parece uma vadia no cio, tentando chupar todos esses paus quando claramente não consegue!" yoongi reclamou.

e isso desencadeou uma série de humilhações.

“boca inutíl, não serve nem chupar pau direito!” jimin disse.

“tenho vergonha de dizer que essa boca tocou meu pau.” seokjin disse enquanto enterrava a garganta em seu pau, fazendo você tossir e chorar.

"o único buraco bom em você é sua boceta." namjoon disse logo após cuspir em você, encorajando os outros seis a fazerem o mesmo.

você apenas sentia eles cuspirem em você, as vezes ao mesmo tempo, as vezes esperando, foram segundos que pareceram eternidades de cuspes e mais cuspes desferidos em todo seu corpo.

por mais que te xingassem e humilhassem, você nunca se sentiu tão bem, a sensação de ter sete homens em círculo ao seu redor era inexplicável.

e quando hoseok saiu da boca só para gozar, você se sentiu ainda melhor.

o esperma dele caindo pelo seu rosto e seios, misturando-se com o de jimin e taehyung que vieram logo depois, seu corpo ainda mais pegajoso.

“nossa putinha, tão nojenta, putinha de uso livre, obrigado, Jungkook” taehyung brincou, agarrando seu cabelo.

você voltou com o pau do namjoon na boca, engasgando e tossindo várias vezes enquanto ele fodia sua boca com uma força ainda maior do que costumava fazer em seus outros buracos.

“namorar o jungkook te deixou burra, caralho? essa boca inutil não faz nada certo!” namjoon gritou, puxando o pau para fora de sua garganta apenas para cuspir um fio grosso de saliva em sua boca e bater em seu rosto.

sua cara cheia de esperma de outros caras gozando enquanto você ainda chupava o namjoon foi o que fez seu namorado gozar na sua cara, deixando o pau grande do namjoon um pouco sujo de esperma também.

“seja útil pelo menos um pouco e me faça gozar nessa garganta” yoongi ordenou.

você colocou o pau de yoongi de volta em sua boca, chupando o dele e o de namjoon enquanto eles te fodiam, e você viu estrelas quando juntos eles encheram sua garganta, tão cheia a ponto de vazar de sua boca mesmo que você tentasse engolir.

você goza, sem nenhum estímulo além da humilhação e dos jatos de porra no seu corpo.

você estava uma bagunça, todo o seu corpo e o chão da sala são uma mistura de lágrimas, esperma e saliva. e você ainda estava molhado pra caralho.

"você quer ajuda com ela?" seus amigos ofereceram, depois de vestir suas roupas e ver que você estava completamente destruído.

“relaxem,” jungkook agradeceu. “eu cuido da minha princesa.”

e então os outros seis caminharam até você, dando-lhe um beijo cuidadoso na boca antes de serem conduzidos até a porta.

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sleekervae · 8 days

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So Good [0.7]

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pairing: KNJ x rockstar!oc

summary: Kimberly calls Namjoon after her breakup

word count: 4,213

Purple text is Korean

Kimberly woke from an unexpected nap to find the light outside her apartment had faded into a deep indigo, the Los Angeles sky nearly starless. The bedside lamp still glowed faintly, its yellow light now too bright for her eyes. Her arm tingled, having fallen asleep beneath her, and strands of hair tangled in her lashes. She didn’t have the energy to move, so she stayed curled on her side, staring at the opposite wall through the curtain of her hair, her expression blank and a bitter taste lingering in her mouth. She hadn’t bothered to make her bed earlier, so her bare feet felt cold against the sheets, and she tucked them under the rumpled covers.

She couldn't remember when she'd fallen asleep, all she knew was the girls had come over with a bottle of wine to keep her company earlier that evening and that they'd dreamed it whilst old Billy Holiday records played, changed the sheets and threw out the things he'd left behind and didn't want. The girls offered to stay with Kimberly, and despite her insistence that she was fine, they made out a little sleeping area in her living room and curled up together, Chloe and Charlotte on the air mattress and Maria shared the bed with Kimberly.

Kimberly inhaled shakily, turning and see Maria still fast sleep behind her. She was sleeping in his spot, probably unaware of the hint of cologne that she didn't think would realistically wash out for a few months. Her head pounded in the conventional way that followed crying, though it could've been the alcohol too and she reached for the glass of water she'd placed on her bedside table, only dismayed to find she'd already drained it.

The clock beside her bed read a little past 2 a.m. Everything was quiet—too quiet. It felt like the entire city was holding its breath for her. Kimberly hated the silence, didn’t know what to do with it. For the first time, she realized there were no new thoughts left to think, and she felt a strange peace sitting on the edge of her bed, more accustomed to the emptiness than she could comprehend.

But despite the void, one thought kept circling back to her, probing at her mind over the past week. It always jolted her awake. She sighed and stood from the bed, careful not to wake Maria.

She had put it off for over a week, thinking it was the sensible thing to do, but now Kimberly couldn’t come up with a single excuse to delay it any longer. She knew she’d feel more at peace once it was over, so she picked up her phone and holed up in her bathroom. The brightness of the lights made her squint as she latched the door behind her, opened her contacts, and dialed the number. The phone’s shrill ringing made her anxious about waking the girls, her hands trembling, but Namjoon picked up after only two rings. She waited a second, hearing muffled conversation and the clearing of a throat she wasn’t sure was his at first.

“Namjoon?” she whispered, her voice scratchier and quieter than she’d realized. “Are you there?”

As soon as he heard her, Namjoon stood from the sofa he was slouched against in the shared living room. There was a hint of discomfort in her tone, and he felt the tension immediately in his shoulders, his jaw tightening. He and the guys were in between bouts of filming for another Run BTS segment, and nobody would mind if he stepped out for a few minutes to make sure everything was okay.

"You alright, Kim?" he mumbled, "One sec,"

He pushed through the film crew, motioning that he'd be right back, and migrated to the large backyard. The clouds were thick under the skies and the crisp air nipped at his nose. He hadn't been expecting her call, didn't have long until he'd have to come back for filming again but at her next words and the slight crack in her voice, he couldn't deny her, couldn't leave her.

"I'm alone now..." he mumbled.

“I, erm… I need to talk to you…” she murmured, raking her hands through her hair, trying to calm herself as she settled on the floor beside her shower. The deep tone of his voice was comforting, and it hit her just how much she needed him right now. She craved his presence, the sheer brilliance of his mind, the calm he always instilled in her. She had put off calling him because she didn’t think she could explain and didn’t want him to worry.

"I'm here," Namjoon assured her, "I'm here, but I don't got a lot of time, I'm afraid. We're doing some filming..." he lifted the phone down to check the time before holding it to his ear again, "What time is it over there?"

Kimberly pushed her lips together to stop herself from crying. Hearing him speak was overwhelming, it felt like a tight hug around the waist which squeezed too hard and winded her, filled her with rippling nostalgia, "It's just after 2am," she told him, "I'm in my bathroom,"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. The girls are asleep in the next room, I didn't want to wake them,"

Namjoon leant back against the wall, staring up at the greying sky over his head. He wondered if she was drunk, if she'd called him to tell something or just fancied a chat and he expected her to speak in the silence as she usually did, fill the gaps with a story or tell him something which would make him laugh but the other end of the line remained relatively quiet despite some shuffling. The silence knotted in his stomach, filled him with unease. With a shaky inhale, he couldn't wait any longer and he knew he didn't have much time to waste, "Kimberly, what's wrong?" he mumbled, scratching at the back of his neck, "Talk to me,"

There was a beat, a pause in which she closed her eyes tightly and swallowed the lump I her throat over and over, but it wouldn't disappear no matter how hard she tried.

"I broke up with Darius..."

The faint whimpered and sniffled cut through the quiet and shattered Namjoon's heart into tiny pieces, rendering him speechless, the vulnerability and shake in her voice knocking the air from his lungs. Namjoon rubbed at his forehead with the back of his hand in distress before he could find some words to offer as a response, "Oh. Oh fuck, I'm so sorry, Kimberly..." he swallowed, then he lowered his voice slightly, "Did he... what happened?"

She exhaled shakily, swallowing back her cries, He found someone else,"

Namjoon froze, though she couldn’t see his deepening scowl, the way his nose wrinkled in disdain. Anger surged through him. He had heard her cry once before, on a particularly hard day when she had planned to call him but forgot, worn out from the roughness of tour life. He had soothed her then, assuring her everything was alright, understanding firsthand how strenuous touring could be on someone’s psyche. Now, knowing she was sitting alone in her suffering, with no power to ease her pain, clouded his mind with immediate panic. He couldn’t shut out the mental image of tears rolling down her flushed cheeks, soaking into her pajamas, her delicate features scrunched in distress. The thought made him squirm. Taking a deep breath, he licked his lips, knowing he had to guide her through the conversation. He couldn’t sit back and listen to her muffled whimpers any longer.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Just breathe. When did this happen?" he asked.

Kimberly took a deep breath, though another sobbing gasp fell from her lips. The sound made Namjoon's jaw clench and his free hand formed into a first. He opened his mouth to comfort her though somehow she found it within herself to speak again.

"I... I needed food for my fridge. So did Maria so we agreed to go shopping together..."

... Spring in Los Angeles always brought great promise, a hope for more prosperity, success, happiness and beauty that coexisted with the continual bustling of city life. Catch the Caper were back in the US just for a couple weeks before they'd take off for Asia, they were grateful for the bit of time they got to spend with their friends and family.

One downside Kimberly faced was her fridge being empty -- almost constantly. She usually cleared it out before leaving, God forbidding she came home to something that went bad and she certainly wouldn't be in the mood to clean that up. So she called up Maria and they decided to hit the supermarket.

Kimberly's fridge had a perpetual emptiness that mirrored her hectic lifestyle. She always cleared it out before leaving, fearing the inevitable stench of spoiled food upon her return—a mess she had no patience for. So, she called Maria, and they decided to venture to the supermarket together.

As they wandered through the brightly lit aisles, Kimberly's eyes widened at the inflated prices. The once affordable treats of her teenage years now felt like exclusive luxuries.

Maria sighed dramatically, holding up a small container of strawberries. "These better serenade me for what they cost now," she muttered, shaking her head.

Kimberly laughed at her friend’s theatrics, "Maybe we should start a garden and grow our own. We could sell the extras and make a fortune," she joked.

Maria rolled her eyes. "Oh sure, that'll be our next mercy launch. Catch The Caper Jarred Capers! Or... something. There's a better pun in there somewhere,"

They continued down the aisle, filling their cart with essentials and a few indulgences. Reaching for a box of her favorite cereal on the top shelf, Kimberly froze. At the end of the aisle stood Darius, his back turned, but she recognized the jacket she had gifted him. Her heart plummeted, a stone sinking in a sea of emotion.

“What’s up, Kimmy?” Maria’s voice broke through her thoughts. She followed Kimberly's gaze and saw him. Anger flashed across Maria's face as she clenched her fists, ready to march over. "Oh no. Absolutely not!” But Kimberly’s hand shot out, gripping Maria’s arm.

Kimberly couldn’t move. She was rooted to the spot, eyes locked on Darius, who was laughing at something the woman beside him said. His eyes crinkled at the corners—an expression that used to make Kimberly melt. Now, it filled her with a bitter mix of betrayal and heartache. A lump formed in her throat, threatening to choke her as they walked closer, oblivious to her presence.

Maria’s anger softened into empathy as she saw the devastation in Kimberly’s eyes. She wrapped an arm around Kimberly's shoulders, offering silent support as they stood there, watching the man who had once held Kimberly's heart so tenderly.

As Darius and the woman passed by, he looked up and locked eyes with Kimberly. For a moment, time stood still. They stared at each other, a silent conversation in that fleeting instant.

Then, without a word, Darius tore his gaze away, continuing to walk. The woman beside him glanced curiously back at Kimberly and Maria. Kimberly felt a rush of conflicting emotions—hurt, anger, sadness—swirling inside her like a storm. But amidst the chaos, a spark of determination flickered to life.

As Darius and the woman disappeared around the corner, Kimberly found her voice, though it was hoarse and shaky. "Let's go," she whispered, her tone final and resolute.

Maria nodded, understanding the silent command. She gently yet firmly took Kimberly's hand, guiding her away from the aisle where past and present had collided.

Outside, under the fluorescent lights, Kimberly stopped. She turned to Maria, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears but also with newfound strength. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice steadier now.

Maria enveloped her in a tight hug, offering unwavering support without needing to say a word...

"... I put all his stuff into boxes and I told him to come and get it, and that I never wanted to see him again," she chuckled pitifully, "I don't know how I could've been so stupid. He wasn't calling me as often, he was so distant, the signs were right in front of me..."

"You're not stupid," Namjoon assured, "You have every right to be upset, he broke your trust,"

Namjoon remembered calling her the day before the break up, he couldn't remember what they were chatting about but he could still hear the sound of her delightful laugh in his ears. The contrast now, the absolute devastation in her voice was such a heartbreaking realization. How long had she noticed Darius' distance, how long was she keeping it bottled to herself? And why was it so unfair that they were on opposite sides of the world, so far he couldn't hold her and assure her that she was going to be alright.

"And then you know... while I was packing his stuff up I started thinking about my future. And it hit me that I never could picture our life together -- ever. Marriage, owning a house, doing chores together and raising kids. That never crossed my mind with him. I don't know if it makes sense, but I think I knew deep down that he wasn't the once,"

"Oh, Kim... don't worry, I understand what you mean," Namjoon sighed, running a hand through his hair, "I'm just so sorry. I had no idea any of this was happening,"

"How could you?" she croaked back.

Three more weeks, Namjoon had three more weeks before he could see her in person, hold her properly. He knew she was even more excited than he was, just as enthused from the demos he'd played for her, had already hinted at his favorite songs he'd hear at her band's show. They talked practically every day together, via voice or just by text, and yet Namjoon realized he still didn't know everything about her, didn't have access to her the way her friends did. He never could've know how she was suffering.

"It's all gonna' work out. You're gonna be just fine," he drawled, conscious of how much of a cliché he sounded like, "I know it's not easy right now, Kim, and you're going through fucking hell but I know how tough you are. You're gonna be alright,"

"It's just..." Kimberly sniffled, pushing her hair out from her eyes again, her fingers tangled in the tight curls. Her mind was working in overdrive now that she was someone new to unload it onto, suddenly every repressed thought and question resurfaced, bubbling from her lips like mad, "I can't even believe how a person can be so callous, how you can spend a year with someone and suddenly look right through them. Like they don't even know you. I don't know how anybody could do that,"

"No sane, rational, normal human being would," he told her, "You deserve so much better,"

"I know I've made the right decision," she said, pulling her knees to her chest, "I just feel so lost, Joon,"

"Kimberly, please believe me, you have every fucking right to feel like shit. You have every right to let grief do its thing. But you can't let it consume you," he said, "And you might feel this way for a while, but I'm telling you one day soon it's all gonna' be bright again. You're going to go back to being your incredible self, and you'll be a little wiser, a little more gracious for yourself,"

Kimberly tittered, cradling her phone to her ear with a little laugh while made Namjoon's heart momentarily stop, "Joon --"

"You trust me, don't you?" he asked, hoping she didn't mind his interruption.

"More than anything," she whispered back, listening to the rhythm of his heavy breathing to ease hers. She pictured his face, that sweet, uncontrollable smirk that pulled into his lips, the twitch at the corners of his mouth.

"Then trust me now," he drawled into the phone, his voice confident, "Sometimes your life has to fall apart so you can move forward --"

Before he could finish, Namjoon was cut off by a producer banging on the window behind him, waving at him to come back inside. Namjoon gave him a thumbs up back, sighing in exasperation as he brought his lips close to the phone speaker again.

"Kimberly... I've got to go... I'm sorry," he sighed, raking a hand through his preened hair, "I wish I didn't have to, I'd love to stay with you and talk more --"

"It's okay, Namjoon," she assured him, "I don't want you to be in trouble because of me,"

"Even if you could get me in trouble, it would all be worth it," he assured her, sauntering back towards the door.

Her breathing was more even now and she was no longer crying so he figured he'd achieved something at least. He hadn't made it worse, but it didn't make leaving her any easier, didn't make the thought of her sitting alone seem less detrimental. He knew for a fact he would struggle to focus on the shoot, would worry about her, overthinking the situation beyond any logic.

"Thank you for talking to me," she whispered, her chest warming as he spoke back to her. She shuffled to stand up, taking a glance at herself in the mirror quickly. Her eyes were still so puffy from crying, her skin felt so dry from lack of care.

"Despite the circumstance... it's always a pleasure talking to you," he mumbled, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He swallowed hard then lowered his voice, speaking softly, "You know I care about you, Kimberly..."

"I do,"

“I’ll see you in three weeks, and I’ll show you the best time,” he promised. “We’re going to go to all the best spots in Seoul.” He heard Kimberly hum appreciatively, wondering if she was tired now, if he’d settled her enough that she’d crawl under the covers and fall asleep. He thought it best not to ask, knowing it would stay with him if he knew she was still awake and distressed. “Let’s talk tomorrow, okay? Just give me a call and I’ll pick up, no matter what time it is.”

"I'm looking forward to it already," she smiled. Her eyes felt heavy, aware that once the tone of the call ended she'd fall fast asleep.

She'd known the moment after she kicked Darius out, Namjoon had been the first person she wanted to speak to. Before her friends, before her mom, Namjoon had been her first thought to gather some rationality and now with the wave of drowsiness that hit her, she knew why. He calmed her down so well, she was shocked considering how she was crying only moments ago. It had taken only his voice, the endearing nature of his loyalty to her to relax her enough.

"Get some rest, please," he told her.

"I will. Have a good shoot, Joon..."

"Take care of yourself, Kim. Goodnight,"

"Goodnight," he waited for her to hang up the call before pocketing his phone, couldn't bring himself to leave first and the nose made him jump despite her wishing him well.

Namjoon could see in his own reflection that he felt crushed, sucked in his cheekbones and ran his hand over his face to snap him out of the daze. Hearing and knowing Kimberly was so hurt pained him, had made his entire body rigid with tension and he rolled his shoulders back to ease the build up, consciously tried to unlock his jaw but he was still on edge. He was painfully aware that he wagons the opposite side of the world and that he had so many commitments to meet, but more than anything he wanted to be there for her. She was a priority to him whether she liked it or not.

Stepping back into the house, his next revelation dawned on him. He hadn't thought about it when she was with Darius, would have never admitted it to anyone who asked him, let alone himself, but he now realized that he'd always been subconsciously waiting for her on some level. Now, he couldn't swallow back that pinch of excitement and hope, felt selfish for it but couldn't ignore that despite the fact he was miles away from her, there was a crack of possibility in what was once an overwhelmingly impenetrable wall, one he didn't know that he'd been waiting for appear.

Now, if only he could get past his management...

The boys were cloistered in the living room still, talking amongst themselves while waiting for the film crew to get set up again. Namjoon couldn't even think twice, he approached Jin from behind and tugged on his sleeve.

"I need to talk to you," he drawled quickly.

Jin glanced him, figuring he was joking at first as he looked around the room, "We're gonna' film again, can it wait?"

"No," he pulled on his shoulder this time, "C'mere,"

Despite his reservations and the time constraints they were under, Jin got up and followed Namjoon out to the next room. The other boys watched curiously, but Namjoon waved them off with a reassuring smile. Jin hesitated at the threshold, the air inside heavy with a sense of foreboding. As he stepped into the room, his curiosity grew as Namjoon immediately slammed and locked the door behind them.

"What's the matter with you?" Jin asked, "Who were you on the phone with?"

"Kimberly," Namjoon replied simply.

Jin rolled his eyes, shaking his head, "Oh, this ought to be good,"

"Kimberly and Darius broke up," Namjoon snapped, worried Jin wasn't taking him seriously, "They're done,"

Jin raised his eyebrows, "Wow. What happened? Is she okay?"

Namjoon began to pace up and down the room, "She's devastated, he's been cheating on her while she was away. Fucking prick..."

Jin cleared his throat, his own inhibitions and worries settling in for his friend, "And... how do you feel?"

"Why does that even matter?" Namjoon huffed.

"Because you dragged me into the office out of the blue and you're pacing like a mad man," Jin pointed out, "Would you calm down, please?"

"Well... I feel terrible for her!" he replied, turning on his heel and pacing to the opposite end of the room, "What kind of selfish bastard... and it's Kimberly! She's the kindest person in the world! Even if I wanted to swoop in and help her, even on the level of friendship, I'm a million fucking miles away --"

"Hey! You could write a great song about that..." Jin smirked.

"I'm being serious, Jin," Namjoon took a deep breath, "I just... I need some advice right now..."

"The way I see it..." Jin began, "You've got a shot. That is until you're able to wait until 2023," he pointed out.

Namjoon rolled his eyes, "Oh, fuck,"

"You know the rules!" Jin pointed out.

"Of course I know the rules!" Namjoon replied.

"Then you shouldn't even be bothered about this!" Jin sat down in the rolly chair, swinging his legs back and forth to drawl over the floor, "That being said -- you've got three weeks until the girls come. You could shoot your shot, but again three weeks isn't a long time. You don't want to come on too strong, it's disrespectful. And unless you're fucking magical and somehow can convince our bosses to let us date within that time span, then you're only going to hurt her more. Do you want to do that to her?"

Namjoon understood where Jin was coming from; he had told himself the same thing countless times, playing out scenarios in his head. The extent to which he had overthought the news was almost embarrassing, but Kimberly’s happiness was what mattered most. If a year from now she was still single and didn’t want him, he’d have to force himself to accept it.

But there was an undeniable elation bubbling inside him, a frenzy of flash-forwards of what could be if the chance ever came about. If his management became just a little more lenient. He hadn’t anticipated the opportunity that now presented itself, but he couldn’t help the optimism that filled him.

"Jin," Namjoon mumbled, rubbing his temple, "I still feel something for her... I don't think it's going to go away,"

There was suddenly a pounding on the door behind him, "Guys!" Taehyung called, "Production manager's threatening to bust down the door unless you guys come out!"

"We're coming! We're coming!" Namjoon called back, then he turned back to Jin, "We can keep this between us for now, right?"

"Do I even have a choice?" Jin scoffed back, "You're clearly besotted with her, you have been since you found out she had your flower tattooed on her," he continued, "But I'm warning you -- if you want to protect yourself and her, you gotta' be smart about how you go about this. And you gotta' ask yourself if Kimberly is worth your career..."

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justimagineok · 1 year

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2:30 series - drops of love || last christmas

~ literally their last Christmas together before the break up ~

"You wanna go to the members tonight?", Jungkook asked as he nested his face on your shoulder. You both had been cuddling the most part of the day, only getting up to eat or go to the bedroom. It was Christmas, after all.

"Hm... I don't know. I'm loving this too much", you replied, smiling.

"We could totally stay in.", he thought more to himself. "We don't have anything special to eat for Christmas, though..."

"We can go shopping. That's no problem. But we have to go now, 'cause it's already crowded"

Jungkook pouted, holding you tighter. "Why can’t we stay here forever? You're so warm.", he kissed your cheek, making you giggle. Yeah, you could totally stay there the whole day.

Eventually, you both got up, showered together and went to the grocery shop.

"We could make some roast potatoes, what do you think?", Jungkook placed your hand on his arm, as he guided the supermarket cart.

"Good idea.. some roasted beefs too."

Jungkook nodded, heading towards where the potatoes were placed.

"Soju or wine?", he asked, already knowing your answer.

"Both?"

He giggled watching your big smile. You were everything he wished for all his life. How did he get so lucky?

“I must have done something amazing to deserve someone like you.”, Jungkook confessed while you placed the soju and the wine on the kart.

"I don't deserve you, Kook.", you said, leaning to kiss him. "I love you so much. I can't believe we have each other."

"Well, we do. Now let's go home and come up with an excuse to the members, shall we?", he signed for you to intertwine your arm in his again.

"What excuse did we use next time? We can't repeat it. ", you followed him, happily.

"Hm… I think we said that someone glued our doors and windows, so we couldn't leave the house.", Jungkook laughed.

"Ok. Let's think of something better."

couple art by Gyung Studio - not mine

#bts fake texts #bts fic #bts fake chat #bts fake chats #bts scenarios #bts #2:30 #jungkook x yn #jk x you #jk x reader #bts christmas #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x original character #jimin x oc #namjoon x oc

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jhsplus · 1 year

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Cheonsa ( 이천사 )

Preview

— summary ; she was an angel craving chaos, adventure, and they were demons seeking peace, a quiet home. how much more could they ask for? a lot, apparently.

— pairing ; ot7!ceo!bts x fem!entrepreneur!oc

— genre ; hurt/comfort, angst, romance, strangers to friends to lovers, business,

— word count ; 491

— warnings ; none

— side notes ; this was a quick little write of a preview but i can’t wait until i find enough time to write out the rest of the series!! i love it already 🤭

— series playlist ; cheonsa

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“You have some toothpaste on your lips, unnie.” Hanuel giggled, pointing at the woman who had entered the kitchen connected to the living room. “You’re such a messy brusher!” She taunted, laughing as she tuned out the cartoon playing loudly on her iPad.

Solji snickered, wiping the white paste off the corner of her mouth with her index finger before sucking on it. “Yeah,” she looked at Sunmi who hid a grin behind her hand, “i forget what i’m doing sometimes and get it everywhere.” She chuckles as Jongdae walked into the kitchen behind her. He winked at her, lightly tapping her behind as he went past.

Sunmi grimaced mockingly as she stared out of the large window, her face resting against her open palm. The penthouse was high above the settlement of the city of Seoul, curtesy of being two famous and well-looked-out-for entrepreneurs. They traveled quite a lot, having fun with one another while doing their job and Sunmi was left rest assured of her daughter’s situation as Jongdae took care of her whenever they went on trips across the globe. The day before they had arrived back in South Korea after touring Dubai, a beautiful wealthy country where the rich were kept well fed due to the oil percentages underneath their grounds, Sunmi had finally realised how much she travelled for work, but not herself. It really changed her prospective on her life in general.

A bored hum left her pink lips as the corners of her mouth twitched downward. The life she lived was prosperous, beautiful, full of good times, and hardships (leaving her sister behind, not staying in one place for long — besides for vacation or relaxation time — and so on), but there were faults in this life she lived that she couldn’t press her perfectly, recently manicured nails (done up in Dubai, of course — nothing like self-care to bring her spirits up) on. She craved an adventure, something more than this schedule she had; it was almost like her life was a chore, not a life.

Seol Sunmi needed a change, and quick.

“Noona, we should get a ferret.”

Not that kind of change.

An idea popped up in her head as she looked at the two adults conversing in the kitchen, smiles and small, short laughter shared between the two. Sunmi glanced at her daughter, who’s doe eyes were entranced by the flashing colours and squeaky voices of the characters on the small screen of her iPad in front of her.

She smirked, eyes darting between her best friend and her boyfriend.

“Hey, Hannie,” Sunmi grinned, gazing down at the small girl who stared up at her, “You wanna go on an adventure?”

Hanuel jumped up, her mother grabbing the iPad before it could drop to the floor, and chanted. “Adventure! Adventure! Adventure!” She shrieked in delight.

Solji gave the girl a look, whereas Jongdae made eye contact with Sunmi, who raised her eyebrows as she motioned to Solji with her eyes. He huffed.

Yeah, and an interesting adventure it will be.

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adabisworld · 2 years

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Stars To My Moon|CHAPTER-4|

Genre: Soulmateau! Idolau!Angst;fluff;drama;romance, polyamorousAu!

Pairing:ot7×f!OC

Summary: He took big strides, halting right in front of me as he bends to my eye level, causing me lean back a little. I could feel his breath fanning my face, looking into his eyes, I could see a storm of anger into them.

"We have been nothing but considerate of you and your feelings, while all you've given in return is rejection and cold shoulder since day one." He grits out.

when Selene's 22nd birthday doesn't go as she expected, her world turns upside down, making her resent her soulmates. Will she ever come to accept them in her life, or will she continue to run away holding onto her past love?

Word count: 8.5k

I feel a weight on my hand as I try to move it. I try to open my eyes, blinking away the haziness, trying to recall where I am. As the vision becomes clear, I see my mother hovering above me, looking down with worried eyes.

"What happened?" I ask her, not knowing the reason behind her worry.

"You fainted, baby. We're at the hospital. I nearly got a heart attack. Don't ever scare me like that again." She tells me as I start to remember our walk to the Han River, Eric, and my headache.

"The doctor said he has something to ask you. I'll call him," She says and disappears behind the door.

I stare into space, mind blank. All I could feel was this motherfucking headache that won't leave me the fuck alone. Why wasn't it going down? I sigh.

The door opens once again, catching my attention. My mother comes with a doctor and a nurse inside.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Choi. I have some questions to ask you." The doctor speaks; he was tall and seemed young; he was probably around thirty. He motions to the nurse to check what probably were my vitals.

"How long have you been experiencing the headache and fever?"

I glance at my mother first before answering, "um, since Friday. It's just been what five days? A cold takes around a week to be gone. But the headache and fever aren't subsiding but increasing gradually."

I hear my mother take a sharp breath, hearing my answer. I know I shouldn't have lied to her, but I honestly believed it would get better eventually.

"Do you also feel fatigued and sore?" The doctor asks, writing down something on his board.

"Yes," I say, nodding my head.

"Is there any particular area that feels sore, Miss Garcia?" I nod in response.

"Yes, the area around my shoulder blades has been feeling sore for about a week now."

"Alright, let me take a look." he moves behind me, and I move my clothes.

He checks it and comes back around to the foot of the bed again.

"So? what is it, doctor?" my mother asks.

"Miss Garcia, I suspect you have made contact with your soulmate already, have you?" he asks, making my eyes go wide; I shake my head,

"No, doctor. I would have known if I did, right?"

"I believe you have. It's not necessary that the feeling is noticeable to everyone. It could have been subtle for you that you never thought of it as anything."

"As you have made contact with your soulmate and didn't notice, you have started to experience soul-sickness; you have all the symptoms of it."

Just as I was digesting his previous words about accidentally having touched my soulmate, He dropped another bomb on me.

Soul sickness is a part of the soulmate phenomenon. It is believed that it was there so the soulmates won't try to go against the universe. After contacting your soulmate, you have fifteen days to settle with the news and accept them. After fifteen days, the universe forces you to make a connection with your soulmate again by making you both sick. The sickness can only be cured by the presence and touch of one's soulmate. Not only that but, till you seal the bond with a kiss, the soulmates are needed to stay together to avoid falling sick again. Once the bond is sealed, there is no more sickness because of the distance. And if one's soulmate rejects them, the soul will slowly start to deteriorate, resulting in the death of the rejected soulmate and immense pain to the one renouncing them.

In my case, if I have soul sickness, that must mean I encountered my soulmate when I got here or, It could be someone on the plane, but I don't think I had much contact with anyone directly on the flight. The only direct contact I had that day was with the security and staff of the airport and that guy that bumped into me.

Now that I think about it thoroughly, I did feel a zap of electricity running through me when he touched my forehead. My eyes widen as I rub the said area.

That guy is my supposed soulmate. A soulmate I didn't want anything to do with, not right now, not when my heart is hurting so much. I look up at my mother as I know what I'm about to say will make her upset and maybe even angry.

"Is there a way to cure the sickness without the soulmate?" I watch as my mother takes a deep breath at my question.

The doctor shakes his head. " I'm afraid not. Only the presence and touch of your soulmate may heal you, but till you find your soulmate or they find you, the hospital will take care of you and try to keep the situation under control."

"Alright, thank you, doctor." My mother speaks before I have time to ask him anything further.

The doctor and nurse leave the room as the door closes behind them. My mother comes near me again, giving me a flick on the back of my head.

"Selene Garcia, you will not reject your soulmate. You know very well what happens when someone is rejected by their soulmate! Not only them, but you will also be suffering. Whereas theirs will end, and you'll have to live forever with yours."

I hang my head; I know the loss of her soulmate still troubles her to this day.

"Give them a chance, Sel. Maybe they'll be better than eric?" her words make my head snap up,

" No one can be as good as Eric mama, and I'm not willing to give anyone eric's place. it's still too early." I say, looking into her eyes, which fill with sympathy as my words reach her ears.

"I know dear, I know, but that place was never eric's, to begin with, it was always your soulmates," she says, making my heart tear a little more.

Grabbing my blanket, I lay back down under the cover, my back facing her. Every time I got angry or upset with my mother, I would show her my back, but I'm not just upset now; I'm hurt, hurt that my own mother will discard my feelings for eric this quick.

Sleep doesn't come to me till late in the silent room; I lay there crying my tears away. I knew she was up and listening, but I didn't care. She should know how hard her words tore through my heart.

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It's been two days since I fainted. Today is Thursday, and I'm still at the hospital. My mother tried asking me questions about my "soulmate" so she could find him, but I didn't have anything that would point to his identity. He was wearing a mask, and it wasn't really a moment to ask each other for names.

The headache and fever have been getting worse; even though the doctor is doing everything in his control to keep it low, it's not exactly in his hands. It has come to the point where I sleep my fever away most of the day. I'm only awake for four hours a day, in installments.

Right now is the third one of those four hours. I just ate and took my medicine, my mother who; has been by my side 24/7 except for going back to the apartment to get fresh; is right now in the washroom.

The door opens, snagging my attention; I look towards it. My doctor Mr. Choi with two other people steps into the room. Both the other men look to be in their late thirties. I look toward Mr. Choi with a confused expression.

"Miss Garcia, How are you feeling?" he asks, disregarding my confused expressions.

"Worse!" I answer simply in all truth cause what's the point?

"Well, I have something that might help you feel better," hearing his words, my eyebrows rise. "You see, these gentlemen called asking if we have a soul-sickened patient here named Selene. Of course, we couldn't disclose the information right away, so we asked them to describe you, and they did; pretty accurately on top of that. Then we asked them the reason for asking, to which in return they said that they work for your soulmate and he has been trying to find you for the past two and a half weeks. All the details matched, so we asked them to come."

At this point, I completely tuned out of the conversation Mr. Choi was trying to have with me. Contrary to his belief, his words did little to make me feel better but made my headache even worse. I didn't want to meet my soulmate , not like this. Once again the fate had cursed me. Why did I have to come here out of all the countries in the world? The country: where my soulmate lives.

I hang my head low as tears start to gather in my eyes. But a voice made me look up. It wasn't as much as the voice but the words being spoken.

"Thank you so much for the offer; of course, she will go with you." I look into my mother's eyes which were pleading me not to refuse.

"Go where?" I ask despite her silent pleas.

"To your soulmate, of course. You both are sick, and only proximity and touch can get you both back to health. So, I'm afraid you'll have to spend a week at your soulmate's dorm."

His words raise so many questions in my head but being a feminist, the first one to spill out of my mouth was,

"well, why can't he stay at my place if he needs me around?" I ask, crossing my hands.

The slightly taller man chuckles as he says, "I suppose you don't know who he is?"

I shake my head as I answer, " who he is doesn't matter."

"It does, Miss Garcia." he contradicts " his state right now is bad, worse than you might I add. and he is the member of the biggest boyband in the world. If he moves into a girl's apartment: headlines will be made, and he wants to keep his private life private."

"Well, wouldn't headlines be made if a girl spends a week in his dorm with his members?"

"No, we will sneak you in from the back door, and the dorm is highly secured."

I sigh, " why can't he just get admitted to the hospital here?"

"This situation is something that can be handled at home, and he doesn't want his fans to worry if they catch news of him being hospitalized."

"Who even is this guy?" I scoff, throwing my hands out.

"The eldest member of BTS, Jin," he says.

Did..Did he just say BTS?

"What!!?!" My mouth hangs open.

He chuckles, seeing my reaction, "are you a fan?" he asks.

composing myself, I reply with a curt no. "I've just heard of them."

"Okay. Well, if everything is clear, I would like to suggest you pack; my partner here will stay here for your assistance and will bring you to the dorm when you're done." saying that he bows down and takes his leave.

As soon as he disappears behind the door, I turn to my mother, "I won't go!" I say in my mother tongue, hoping the other person in the room can't understand me.

"Yes!, you will," she says, marching towards me.

Standing in front of me, she says, " Sel, baby. I know it's too early for you but, we both know the consequences your decision will lead to."

"Let it be, Mama. I won't budge." I say sternly.

"But I'm not ready to lose you too, Sel. You're all I've left. Please, if not for yourself, do it for me. Get healthy. It's just for a week; then we'll see what to do after that." My mother pleads, tears threatening to come out of her eyes.

"Okay. Okay." I say; softly as I hug her waist. I could never think of my mother being left alone. I'll do it for her if I have to. And she's right; it's only for a week.

She steps back, brushing my hair away from my face and wiping my eyes; she says, "Well, then I'll go pack a bag for you." She kisses my forehead and moves towards the door.

Before completely vanishing behind the door, she says, "I love you, Mi Hija. Thank you." not giving me a chance to reciprocate her words; she steps forward and closes the door behind her.

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"Hyung, I know you're worried about her, I'm too, but Sejin Hyung said they're doing everything to find her. We need to focus on you right now," Jimin says, changing the wet cloth on Jin's forehead.

He knows his Jinnie Hyung is more worried about their soul mate, despite being bedridden himself. He has always been like this, loving and caring for others. His Jinnie-Hyung wears his heart out on his sleeve. All he has been asking since Monday was the well-being of Selene.

When they woke up on Monday, their Hyung-nim was not up and about making breakfast for his Dongsaengs; they thought he was sleeping in that day; he was pretty upset when he went to bed, but when Hoseok went to call him for lunch, there he was, still in bed with a high fever, shivering. Everyone was worried; they called their manager to bring a doctor in. When the doctor explained that Jin was down with soul-sickness, at that time, every hand was on deck; all bets were off to find Selene. Finding her was the biggest priority right now.

"I don't want her to go through this Jimin-ah. She's our soulmate; we need to protect her." His Hyung-nim replies.

"And we will, once we find her. We cannot do anything right now. Let's just pray we'll find her soon." Jimin retorts. It's not like Jimin doesn't care about his soulmate; it's just he knows he can't do anything about it until they've found her, but at least he can take care of his Hyung, and that's exactly, what he's doing.

"Can you tell me about your encounter with her in brief, Hyung?" He says, wanting to distract his Hyung.

And so Jin does.

Jimin notices how talking about her makes his Hyung's eyes shine brightly. He knows there are many cases in the world where a woman was the soulmate of several men. But he didn't know how they both could handle this situation. He always imagined his life with his soulmate, but it never included anyone else other than those two. He wasn't close-minded, but how would he keep his jealousy at bay seeing his soulmate in his Hyung's arms, and how would Jin? His members were important to him. He wouldn't want his relationship with his Hyung to crumble beneath the pressure of having the same soulmate.

He shakes his head to get out of his thought; it wasn't the time to think all that. He changes the cloth on his forehead again and says,

"Stay in bed, Hyung. I'll see if the lunch is ready. Don't try to be a hero." Sternly getting his point across, Jimin gets up from the bed, leaving the cloth on his forehead as it is.

He goes towards the kitchen where Yoongi and the Maknae were making lunch and soup for Jin. Everyone was doing their part in caring for their Hyung. Tae went to the company with Hoseok to take care of some stuff. And Namjoon has been on calls all day trying to get some work done, whatever the reason they couldn't fall too much behind their schedule.

"Jungkookie, is the soup ready?" Jimin asks the Maknae, Who was hell-bent on making the soup for his Hyung, even though Yoongi said he'll take care of it.

"It'll be ready in a minute, Hyung. You should take some rest; I'll feed it to Jinnie-Hyung." Everybody knows how close those two were; Jin practically raised him.

"Okay, just call me if you need any help," Jimin says as he goes to sit beside Namjoon, who was reading a book, no doubt trying to calm himself down from all this stress.

"Jimin-ah! Call Taehyung-ah and ask him if they'll be coming home for lunch?" Yoongi says, and Jimin does as he's told.

"Taehyungie, will you and Hoseokie-Hyung be coming home for lunch? Yoongi-Hyung is making Japchae."

"I don't think so, but we'll be there before dinner, Jimin-ah." Taehyung answers before asking, "How's Hyung now?"

"As he was before, you know there will be no improvement till we find her," Jimin sighs.

"And how are you, Jiminie?" Taehyung asks in his soft voice. He knows it must be stressing Jimin out as well.

"We'll talk about it when Jinnie-Hyung is all good; Take care. Fighting!" brushing the subject, Jimin cuts the call.

"They won't be here for lunch, Hyung," Jimin informs Suga, who acknowledges the information with a nod.

"After feeding Hyung, eat lunch yourself, Jungkook-ah. I'll sit with Hyung," Yoongi tells the Maknae. Jungkook opens his mouth to retaliate, but one look from Hyung has him think otherwise.

"You need to take care of yourself too." saying this Yoongi goes back to his cooking, and Jungkook goes to Jin Hyung with the soup.

A sudden ring startles Jimin from the conversation between the two members.

He sees Namjoon pick up the call. Whatever is said on the other line has his eyes wide before his face breaks into a smile: a sign of good news.

"Thank you, Hyung-nim. Yes, it's perfectly fine. We understand." Saying this, Namjoon cuts the call and turns to a fidgeting Jimin.

Before he could say anything, Jimin asks, "who was it, Hyung?"

"Sejin Hyung. He found her. She was in the hospital not far from here." The conversation attracts Suga from the kitchen, who is now standing near the couch.

Hearing the news, Jimin jumps out of his seat and onto Namjoon. At last, they found her. A swamp of thoughts was running in his mind: setting them aside: he asks the question that was bugging him.

"So, what now? How's this gonna go?" Jimin gets off Namjoon. Suga comes behind him to give him a pat of comfort on his back.

"He said since he couldn't manage an apartment in this complex, she'll be staying with us for a week. Till Jinnie-Hyung and her are back to health, I hope it's not a problem: I said yes on your guys' behalf. I know I should have asked, but it's Jin-Hyung." Namjoon says, pointing his last words towards Yoongi.

"It's alright. We wouldn't have refused." Yoongi says, assuring Namjoon.

"When is she coming?" Jimin asks; he doesn't know how he feels yet. Nervous: to meet his soulmate for the first time or excited. It's probably a mix of both. Jin Hyung has seen her, but he hadn't had that luck. He looks down at his mark; It was his new favorite thing to admire nowadays.

"By dinner. Hyung called me when he was still on his way to the hospital. Hopefully, there won't be any complications." Namjoon says, leaving Jimin confused, though he brushes it off as nothing. Thinking about his soulmate and the fact that he'll finally be able to return the shiny necklace he has been safekeeping for her.

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As soon as the car stopped, Taehyung was running out of the car and towards the apartment. He couldn't wait to hug Jimin. He finally could be with his soulmate, and Taehyung couldn't be any happier for him. He hadn't lost his hope of finding his own soulmate: and seeing his members find theirs only gave fuel to his hope.

Punching in the password, Taehyung steps into the apartment, calling out for Jimin. As soon as the latter was in his sight, he jumped onto him. Both of them giggled with happiness.

When Taehyung got the news that they'd found Selene, it took everything in him; to not go home to his Jiminie.

They let go as Hobi comes into view, coming to give a hug to Jimin as well, jumping around.

Yoongi comes into the living room, telling the members to keep it down.

"Shushhhh! Jin-Hyung is sleeping."

"He must have been ecstatic to hear the news," Taehyung says excitedly. He knows both his members haven't really had the chance to talk about the situation since things escalated quickly, but he has faith that everything will be okay.

"He was; he can't wait to meet her again," Yoongi replies with his gummy smile.

"where's kookie and Namjoonie-Hyung?" Hoseok asks, making Taehyung realize the absence of the two members.

"Oh, kookie is with Jin-Hyung, and Namjoon-Hyung is in his room, probably working," It's Jimin that replies this time. "I was with kookie too before I heard Taehyungie."

"Well, I was just preparing dinner. Freshen up, you both. Selene should be on the way." Yoongi tells the members and goes along his way to the kitchen.

Hobi and Taehyung also go to freshen up, and Jimin sticks along to his friend.

Yoongi finishes preparing porridge for two, as the members all come out of their rooms, except Jin.

Everyone gathers in the living room, chatting while waiting for Selene's arrival. Since there wasn't any room empty: Yoongi offers his room for Selene, arguing he'll be in the studio, mostly anyway. As Jimin proceeds to protest, the sound of the doorbell interrupts him. Freezing him in his place, his nerves spiking up. Taehyung notices this and covers his hand with his own, giving him an assuring look, trying to calm him down.

He knows; how his friend could be. Jimin has battled with insecurities all his life, and even though he has become more confident in himself, he still sometimes gets sucked in by his insecurities. And it's the matter of his soulmate, of course, he'll be nervous as to if she'll like him.

Hobi goes to open the door, the others peeking out. They didn't want her to feel crowded as soon as she came.

Taehyung watches as Hoseok comes back into the living room, leading Manager Sejin and a girl; who must be their soulmate. With soft brown hair leading down to her back and amber eyes, the 5'5 girl with her slightly tanned skin looked nothing less than a celebrity herself, but as he looked closer, he could see the bags under her eyes and her tired state.

"Guys, this is Miss Selene Garcia." Sejin introduces her to the group. Taehyung moves his eyes from Selene to his friend to see his reaction who was watching Selene as if she had just stepped out of a dream. He smiles softly; finally, his Jimine has found his missing piece. He remembers; all the times they used to talk about their soulmates and what they thought they would be like.

"And Miss Garcia, this is BTS," catching the cue, all the boys started to introduce themselves.

"Hi, I'm Kim Namjoon"

"Hello! I'm Jung Hoseok!"

"Hi, I'm Min Yoongi."

"Hi, I'm Jeon Jungkook."

"Hello, My name is Kim Taehyung."

They look over at Jimin, expecting him to introduce himself but instead see him frozen in his place. Taehyung elbows him in the stomach, breaking the daze Jimin was in.

"Oh, um. Hi, I'm Jimin." he lastly says with a: small wave. Making the others chuckle.

"Well, I'll leave you guys to it." Sejin says before looking over at Namjoon, "Namjoon, can I talk to you for a second?"

They both disappear from the room as silence settles over it.

Taehyung gets up, "You must be tired, please, sit down."

But seeing confusion settling on her face, he realizes she doesn't speak their language; he asks again, "um, Please, Sit down."

She nods and sits down at the place, Taehyung vacated for her, leaving enough distance between her and Jimin.

She speaks, "where is um, Jin?"

"Oh, Jinnie-Hyung is sleeping. sleep, sleep." Hobi answers her enacting the sleep action.

Namjoon comes into the room, "Guys, She doesn't know she has two soulmates." he says, eyeing the said member worryingly.

"Well, we should tell her then," Taehyung says. He couldn't see his friend feel down.

Namjoon agrees. "Selene, um, what do you know about your soulmate?"

Taehyung watches as Selene makes a weird face at his question before opening her mouth, "Why?" she asks.

"Well, we just thought we'll fill you in if there's something you're missing," Namjoon says, rubbing his neck.

"Nothing, except his name and that he's famous." She answers in a bored tone, making the members frown.

"Um, did you know when you connected with him?"

"It was at the airport, I believe." Selene's monotonous tone was getting to the members, but they brushed it off: thinking it was because of the sickness.

"yes, and um, you also connected to someone at the market in Busan."

"What?" Selene says quietly, now a frown taking place instead of the bored expressions on her face.

"yes, you have not one but two soulmates," Namjoon informs her, eyes on her face trying to interpret her reaction. He saw confusion, grief, and finally, anger settles across her face. Namjoon was no stranger to her story, so he knew what those expressions meant. However, the other members were in the dark.

"How would you know that?" she asks in a cold voice.

"Because your other soulmate belongs to this group as well," Namjoon replies.

"Who?" Namjoon looks over at Jimin, motioning him to take over.

"Ahem! Me," Jimin says meekly, raising his hand a little.

Selene turns to him, asking to see his mark, Which Jimin gladly does.

Taehyung notices as her expression turn to sorrow and then blank instead of surprised or happiness. She turns toward the group saying,

"Can I see Jin; I need to go rest, but before I do that: I should probably feed the bond by touch a little, so we both can be better soon."

Namjoon nods, telling kookie to take Selene to Jin.

As they both leave the room, Taehyung says with a puff,

"She wasn't the least bit happy to find her soulmates,"

"Give her time, Taehyung-ah; She just found out she has not one but two soulmates. She'll adjust." Jimin tells his friend. He knows Taehyung is worried for him.

Meanwhile, Yoongi's attention was taken by Namjoon. He has been watching the younger, struggling with his thoughts for a while now. He knows there is something he was hiding, but he lets it go. Namjoon will tell it himself when he's ready.

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Every cell in my brain: is telling me to leave this place, but I know I can't, not unless I and Jin are all better.

The part about having two soulmates hasn't even been processed in my brain, and I know, the way I just acted in the living room when he informed me about being my soulmate was wrong. I shouldn't have been this cold towards him, but I couldn't handle it.

How could I have two soulmates and neither of them being the one I want? The anger I felt when I saw his mark nearly had me up from my chair and out the door. I know it isn't his fault that he's my soulmate, it's the universe I am mad at, but I can't open my heart to them when the place is already occupied.

As soon as I step into Jin's room with, I forgot what his name was: holding the door open for me, my eyes settle on a sleeping form. I thank the gods that he's sleeping. It'll be a hundred times easier for me if he's asleep during this. With a relieved sigh, I walk toward him and sit on his bed. Close but not close enough to be touching him in any way.

My dream of doing this quietly: shatters because as soon as my hand touches his, his eyes are open, watching me like a hawk: there were no traces of the sleep he was just in. We look into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity. I wanted to move my eyes away, but it's like I suddenly have lost control of my body.

He looks into my eyes as if searching for water in a scorching desert, drinking me in, looking into the depth of my soul. I feel his hand that I was touching: turn and intertwine with mine. No words are spoken; it's as if our eyes are talking in their own language.

I can see the bags under his eyes, which no doubt match mine. My other hand, without order or hesitation, touches his forehead to check his temperature. As I said, I have lost all control over my body. It's as if the past, the future, the world nothing matters right now. Nothing except us both: that is until a voice breaks us from our trance, reminding me that there indeed is a world beyond us, a past and right now, another presence in the room.

I snatch my hands back to myself and get up from the bed, looking towards the said person, I ask,

"May I know where I'll be staying at? I need to get some rest."

The muscular guy tilts his head, confused; as to what I just said. He then goes out of the room running. I look down at Jin, who smiles softly at me. But it vanishes when he sees I'm not smiling back, and instead, a frown takes its place. No wonder trying to figure out what went wrong. And I'll tell you what did: Breaking out of the trance reminded me that my heart is too fragile right now; it reminded me that I'm not ready to accept my fate yet: it reminded me of Eric. It reminded me that they are the reason he isn't with me right now.

The sound of footsteps makes me move my eyes from his and towards the door. The muscular guy comes back with another man who I suspect is the only one who speaks fluent English here. At least I won't have to converse with my soulmate- SOULMATES! I remind myself it's two now.

The man speaks, "Yes? Did you want anything? Sorry, Kookie here, and the others can't speak much English. You can ask me for anything you want,"

Weird! even when I'm meeting this man for the first time, his voice seems like I've heard it before. Thinking it was somewhere online or on the radio since these guys are famous singers, I brush it off.

"It's okay; I was just asking where I'll be staying. I need some rest." I reply.

"Yeah, of course. I'll show it to you, come." He beckons me and says to the guy who; I now know as Kookie to bring my bag from the living room. Cute name though.

He takes me to a room adjacent to Jin's for proximity, I suppose. I step into the room with him. I take a look across the room as Kookie comes in with my bag. Putting the bag: on the bed, he leaves the room, and I turn to the other guy.

"Sorry, what was your name again?" I ask.

"Um, Namjoon. You can call me RM if you'd like," He replies. Even this guy's name rings a bell, but I can't pinpoint from where. This is so frustrating: with a huff, I let it go.

"So, RM. Where is the washroom? Can I freshen up?" I ask: it's been a minute, and I really need to have a shower.

He shows me to the washroom and leaves. This guy has been acting weird around me more than my actual soulmates, the glances, the fidgeting, and all the neck rubs: he thinks I don't notice, but I do. I've always been observant of my surroundings.

I freshen up and change into some comfortable clothes, a pair of shorts that reach my mid-thigh and a black t-shirt, and go into my room to have some rest but instead find Jimin, my other soulmate: inside.

Seeing his face has my mood turned dejected again, I raise my eyebrow towards him to ask: the reason behind his presence, but he doesn't notice; instead, his eyes are glued to my face as I dry my hair with the towel. I walk further into the room, discarding the towel to the bed. I wave my hand in front of his face, breaking him out of his daze. He blinks a couple of times,

"Yes?" I ask.

"Oh, um, D-Dinner? Suga-Hyung, calling you to dinner," he asks, stuttering.

"Okay, I'm coming," I say, sending him on his way out the door.

I quickly dry my hair with the hairdryer and step out and go towards the kitchen.

I see: Jin is also out from his bed and settled on the barstool. I take a seat near him, and soon enough, the other members come in, and all the seats are filled.

"hi," comes a voice from beside me: I turn my head towards Jin,

"hi," I reply with no emotion in my voice. Which, unlike Jimin, doesn't faze him.

"My name is Kim Soekjin: you can call me Jin," he says; his English is better than the others. Except for RM, of course.

, I've been doing just that, Jin," I reply with the same monotonous tone. I thought I wouldn't have to converse with them, but when has God listened to me?

Our bowls: are placed in front of us, and I see the dish I really don't like; is made for dinner.

"I don't like porridge," I say hoping I don't sound rude, with my voice, all the chatter across the table; is seized.

"But you're sick: you have to eat healthily," Says RM.

"It's alright, I'll make something else for myself," I say, standing up from my chair, but a hand on my wrist stops me: I look towards the owner of the hand and find Jimin sitting on my other side.

"No," he says, simply looking into my eyes. I snatch my wrist out of his grip, ready to give him a piece of mind when he suddenly stands up and says,

"Allow me," he makes a gesture of bowing before settling me back on my seat.

I watch as he goes behind the counter and asks RM to ask me if I like chicken soup; I guess they don't know that I can understand Korean a little, and I'll gladly play along.

"He's asking if you can eat chicken soup," RM asks, and I nod: looking at Jimin.

I thought he was going to make me eat the porridge forcefully, but instead, here he is, being a gentleman and making soup for me, abandoning his own dinner. Seeing him like this, I wonder if they have the same expectations of me. I'd hate to break it to them, but I'm out of here in a week. I don't want them in my life right now.

I turn towards Jin, who is quietly eating his dinner, bowing his head down. No traces of the earlier shine in his eyes.

"How are you out of bed so early, Jin? You looked pretty worn out before." hearing his name: he realizes I'm talking to him and looks towards RM for translation. After understanding my question, he turns to me,

"You came. I feel good after your touch." In any other context, this line would have been taken as an innuendo: but I get what he means; After feeding the bond: he feels a little better because I do too. I'm sure my fever has gone down quite a bit.

I nod and turn towards Jimin again before I hear him asking,

"How you feel?"

Without looking back at him, I reply, "Better." keeping my answer short and my voice monotone intentionally so he would take the hint and stop bothering me, Which he does but I don't miss the saddening look on his face from my peripheral view.

I assess Jimin. His soft features, blue hair, and petite figure. He couldn't be any farther from my taste in men. Eric was tall: around 5'10, a five o'clock shadow on his strikingly handsome face and brown hair. A complete opposite of my soulmate. Neither of them has a beard, though Jin is tall. If looked at individually, you'd think he's the tallest out of them all, but he isn't. He just carries himself as if he is.

My eyes wandering on Jimin comes to rest on his face; the admiring view in his eyes makes me confused as I look towards the chicken he's throwing his gaze at; Why would he look at the chicken admiringly? But my question is answered the next second I catch the mark on his hand glowing, making the knot in my stomach tighten.

I revert my eyes from his hand and to the several faces on the table. Years of waiting to see that glowing mark on Eric's finger, and I see it on someone else's. How did the universe even think that the people totally opposite from my taste; will be the most compatible soulmates for me?

I drag my eyes along each face trying to learn their faces and listening to the names they're calling each other. But I stop when I catch one brown pair of eyes looking straight back at me, observing me. He returns his gaze to his dinner, the take-out their manager brought along when we came, I move my eyes to the rest of the group to see if anybody else caught that, and sure enough, the quiet, grey-haired man was eyeing both RM and me.

The bowl of soup is served: in front of me. The warm aroma of the soup stole my attention from the man and towards itself. Jimin served the soup with some bread: I look at him as he sits back on his chair,

"Eat; before cold," he tells me, enacting the motion, nodding towards the soup. He smiles softly at me, showing his crescent moon eyes.

I nod with a blank face, muttering a thank you. I turn towards my dinner, taking a sip of the soup as I savor the amazing taste on my tongue. I know he is waiting for my reaction, but I don't show it. I don't want to lead them on when I obviously don't share their sentiment.

The rest of the dinner was uneventful for me, and the guys were also trying to keep it down because of my and Jin's health, I suppose.

After dinner, I get up to rinse my dishes, but just as I start to do so: a voice comes from behind me,

"Don't." I look back at the man interrupting me: it's the guy from before who was eyeing me and RM, his name is Yoongi, I think.

I open my mouth to protest, but he beats me to it.

"We have a dishwasher," he informs me. I nod, leaving the dishes and moving out of the kitchen. I see all the guys except Jin in the living room: he must have gone back to rest some more. Even though there's an improvement, we aren't back to our full health yet.

I hear my name: being called just when I turn around, trying to escape without being noticed but guess not today. I sigh as I turn back around,

"yes?"

"How are you feeling?" Jimin asks,

"Tired, and I have a headache. I'll be going back to my room now." He nods,

"Okay, sleep well. Goodnight," he says, smiling assuringly, but his eyes betray him by showing the disappointment he's feeling.

I walk towards my bedroom. I turn the handle but the coughing sound coming from Jin's room makes me think twice. I know I can help him. When his manager said his state was direr than mine, I didn't think it was true but when I looked at him: this evening, I knew it was.

With a heavy sigh, I turn the doorknob, ignoring Jin, and walk into my room. With my favorite pillow and Jin's sound of coughing, I get ready for the slumber to pull me in.

But when, even after midnight, his coughing doesn't get better, I decided even if I don't want him as my soulmate, relieving him of his misery would be the right thing to do as a human.

Quietly, I get out of my room and towards Jin's. The door creaks, and I just hope no one wakes up: especially him.

I shut the door and move to sit beside him on the bed, and just like in the evening: I put my hand on his own, and I put my other hand on his forehead, caressing it. His coughing fit ceased as soon as I come into contact with him. I look at his ring finger, the glowing star that resembles the one on the necklace Eric gave to me. We always wondered how our marks would look alike. I chuckle: how ironic.

"What is so funny?" Jin's voice comes, startling me. I immediately try to back up, jerking my hands back, but he grasps it, not letting go.

I look at him wide-eyed, "no-nothing!" I stutter. He chuckles.

"Thank-you, for coming," he says. His eyes: searching my own.

"You were disturbing my sleep," I shrug, playing it cool. "And since you're all good now, I should go back to my room." He nods and loses his grip on my hand, which I take as a positive sign.

"Goodnight," he speaks out, grinning. I nod as I head back to my room.

So much for avoiding them.

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The next morning I wake up to hands caressing my hair, thick fingers playing with my strands. I open my eyes to see to whom those fingers belong; a soft angelic face greets me back. At this moment: he looked like a fallen angel. I smile and close my eyes back; the feeling of his hand playing with my hair was so comforting and calming; like the crashing of waves in the ocean, the warmth of the sun hitting my face, like a warm cup of coffee after a long day of work, lulling me back to sleep.

"How you sleep?" he asks, his voice as if dripping with honey.

"Good," I reply, nuzzling more into the pillow, enjoying this moment of calm and peace.

"Hm, Now wake up. I brought breakfast." Jimin says. His hand, moved from my hair to caress my cheek, his thumb gently dancing across my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His other hand was holding onto my left hand under my chin, our fingers intertwined.

"Noooo..." I whine, wanting to sleep for a few more minutes: to relish this moment in my memory.

"Yesss..." he says, mimicking my whiny voice. His hand moves to my forehead; before he continues, "your fever is gone now; that's good. Jin-Hyung is also feeling good."

I open my eyes, staring into his own; I don't fully understand what he's saying but, it's about mine and Jin's health: I suppose. My eyes move across his soft features before settling on his plump lips, which are molded into a gentle smile.

"that's good," I say as his hands have come to rest on my cheek once again.

"Jimin-ah? you in there?" a voice comes from outside the door and as if a spell was lifted off me, I came back to my senses: my eyes wide.

Snatching my hand back from his grasp, I sit up and maneuvered around him to get out of bed, straightening my clothes and hair, as he replied to Namjoon,

"What?" Jimin was now standing beside the bed facing the door.

"Sejin-Hyung was calling us in for practice for the muster." I open the door as soon as his sentence is completed. He moves back a little,

"Good morning, Selene." he wishes me: I mumble back a good morning in return while moving around him to go to the washroom.

I do my business and get into the shower. The water was warm: hitting my skin and relaxing the tightness of my muscles. My thoughts go back to what just happened. Why was I enjoying his touch? His warmth? How did I forget that they are the reason I'm not with eric right now? They are the reason it was him with me in there running his hands through my hair instead of eric. I don't like them! I repeat to myself. I can't like them! I will not have my partner handed to me by fate, No! But how do I fight against this, whatever this is? A touch from him and I forgot about everything, every worry, every tension in my life. All the stress went out the window. I have been feeling the pull of the bond ever since I arrived yesterday; being near either of them isn't easy; they have power over me because of the bond, and I'll make sure not to let them exploit it. I've noticed that the touch makes the bond much more intense, and it's because of it that I forget about everything. So maybe if I keep the touch to the minimum and do only when necessary, It won't be much problem.

Deciding on that, I get out of the shower, but I forgot that I didn't bring a change of clothes. I sigh; maybe if I run fast enough: no one would catch me in the towel, and the room isn't that far away anyway.

Acting on that plan, I peek out the door to see if anyone is around the hallway by any chance. Finding the way clear, I break into a sprint, but just as I was close to my door, a sound from behind me makes me turn around: seeing as it was nothing, I turn back around only to go face-first into a hard wall.

What!? How did a wall come in the middle of the way?

But my question is answered when a pair of arms wrap around my arms to keep me from falling. I keep my hands on the front of the towel to keep it from falling. So, it wasn't a wall; it was a body. Well more like a chest, a lot of hard, muscular chest. Shaking my head of these perverted thoughts, I look up, steel-hard eyes, as hard as his chest might I add, were staring back at me. I have a feeling this guy doesn't like me much. He suddenly gets his hands off me as if I burned him, leaving me to stumble as he moves around and heads off to the living room.

I turn back around and slide into the room I've been given. The room has neutral vibes. The grey-colored walls with black or white furniture, the room was totally my style, modern and modest, not cold or depressing but not so happy either. I've always wanted, to have a dark interior house but didn't because it wouldn't feel much welcoming to people.

Anyway, moving forward, I choose comfortable clothes since I'll be in all day lounging around. A sudden thought passing through my mind makes me freeze up. What about jin then if they're all going for practice? He's better, but he's not back to his full health yet. Are they taking him along, or is he going to stay at home, and if so? will anybody else be staying behind to look after him, or will I have to do it? Ugh! Guess we'll find out soon enough.

After getting ready, I hurriedly go to the living room, not wanting to miss them by mere seconds. I see everyone still lounging around, all dressed up casually; even jin is there. As they see me coming, they all look up from their phones; jin gets up, coming near me. I look at him puzzlingly; he raises his hand, reaching for my forehead to see if I have any fever, I guess, but I step back, leaving his hand hanging mid-air, averting my eyes though I don't miss the hurt look in his eyes. still, brushing it off, he asks,

"Gwenchana? Are you okay?" I nod.

"We were waiting for you only, Selene," RM says; I look at him confused,

"why?" I ask,

"Well, our manager has called us in for practice, and jin has not fully recovered to go anywhere yet, but none of us can stay behind to look after you both, even though Jimin insisted on it. I'm afraid both of you will have to look after each other until we're back, which will be around 4 o'clock, your breakfast is all set and ready, and Jimin has made you both soup for lunch which is in the microwave, just heat it up and you're all good. We're really sorry to be leaving you all alone while you're sick, but we can't do anything." he finishes as he gets up; after him, all the other members follow suit.

I nod, guess it was the latter.

They all start to get out the door waving us goodbye, except one who didn't even look at me after our little incident in the hallway. Jimin moves last as he comes to me, he too, like jin moves his hand up to touch my cheek, and just like with Jin, I step back. Hurt flashed across his eyes, but he covers it up,

"Take care, eat well and rest. Goodbye," he says as if talking to a baby. I nod. He makes eye contact with his Hyung, talking telepathically, I guess, as they both nod and he leaves.

I sigh, guess I'm stuck here with broad shoulders alone till evening.

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I go to the kitchen to have my breakfast only to find Jin already in there. He was pouring soup into two bowls, so I go and sit on one of the kitchen stools.

"You like fruits?" He asks, making me wonder who eats fruits with soup. nonetheless, I answer,

"Sure, but not with soup,"

"No-No, I was just getting to know you." I nod. Yeah, that does make sense. I know they are curious about me; I just don't know if I should open up.

"of course," I say, as he sets my bowl out in front of me and takes a seat across from me.

I take a sip of my soup; I can tell it's not a soup I have tried before, this is absolutely the first time I'm trying this, and it's too delicious. Jin must have guessed it from my expression as he asks,

"Tasty? You like?" I nod,

"yeah, Jimin cooks well," I comment,

"You should try mine," he says with a sly smile.

Is he flirting with me right now or just jealous that I complimented Jimin?

On that note, are they both cool with sharing a soulmate? Should I ask? I shouldn't, right; it's not like we'll be typical soulmates; we can be friends at most. I don't want anything else.

Since its not my concern, I leave the question unasked and reply,

"You don't need to do that,"

"I want to," he says,

"Well, then," I say with a shrug.

"Do you cook?" he asks; What is this, an interrogation? well, it wouldn't hurt to answer that though,

"Yeah," there, short and sweet.

"what can you cook?" he presses further,

I don't want to overshare anything, but I don't want to see their hurtful expressions again. Damn this bond. I huff, "actually, I have to call my mom; can we do this later?" I say as I move to place my now empty bowl in the dishwasher and go back to my room for some privacy.

I didn't lie; I really needed to call my mother. She asked me to call her as soon as I get settled, and I need to tell her about my another soulmate too, also, I need to ask her about this damn bond and how it works. This is too much for me; all these funny feelings I get when I catch their eye or when I see them hurt gosh, couldn't the bond just be silent? It's like screaming at the top of its lungs.

I grab my phone from the charger and dial my mother. On the second ring, she answers with,

"Mi Hija, I have been waiting for your call. I was so worried,"

"If you are so worried mama, you could have just called. Also, I got caught up," I tell her,

"Well, I didn't wanna disturb you and your soulmate,"

"Soulmates," I correct her,

"What?"

"Soulmates ma, I don't have just one soulmate. It turns out another member of their band bonded with me in Busan," I inform her, wait a min, when did we bond? yesterday was the first time I saw that man! I'll make sure to ask him about that when they come back.

"What!?! how?" she asks, just as bewildered as I.

"I don't know mama! This universe is just playing tricks on me now, first Eric then Jin, and now him." I sigh, For just once, I want to be in the driver's seat of my love life.

"what's his name?" she asks, and I scoff,

"Is that really important?"

"Yes! it is, I want to know the name of my daughter's soulmate so, I don't make a fool out of myself when I meet him." I sigh,

"Jimin, and you won't be meeting them anytime soon ma," I tell her. It's better to refrain from getting the idea in her head now.

"Anyway, I got other pressing issues, and I need your opinion," I say, changing the subject, "what is the bond like? like the pull and touch, how does it work?"

"Well, the tension in the pull is stronger till you've sealed the bond. You will be sensitive to them and care about them, also there will be sexual tension as well. And when they touch you, it will be like only you two matter nothing else; your surroundings will disappear, your past future all thoughts will disappear but, that's just until you've sealed the bond. I'll tell you what happens when the bond is sealed when you've sealed your bond. Though I don't think you'll be needing my direction then, things get easier after it's sealed. Not the sexual tension though, that just gets higher." she says, laughing at the last part, probably remembering her days.

"Okay, you don't know, but it answered a lot of my questions. Thank you ma, I just need to make sure to keep them from touching me." I say,

"Oh Sel, I don't think that will be possible, the bond won't let you, you won't have the heart to see them dejected," she says, laughing again, she is getting too much fun out of my situation, I huff,

"Whatever, when's your flight?" I ask,

"Tomorrow morning, I know I said I'll stay till next week but, I got some urgent work that needs to be handled soon baby," she tells,

"Well, can I come to see you off at the airport at least?"

"It's pretty early Sel, and you can't stay away from your soulmates long, you know that right?" she says, making me huff again, goddamn it this bond.

"It's alright Sel, don't worry."

"Okay ma, don't forget to call me when you reach, take care," I say and cut the call.

With a sigh, I turn around, a scream leaving my lips as my hand goes up to my heart.

"God, what are you doing? you scared me," I scold him,

"Sorry," he says, raising his hand in surrender before continuing, "you were talking for too long, so I come to check,"

"your mother?" he asks, nodding towards my phone. I nod,

"want to watch a movie?" he asks with hopeful eyes, I know I shouldn't but, thanks to this bond, I reply,

"Sure,"

he moves and leads me towards the living room,

"what you like to watch?" he asks,

"whatever suits you best," I reply; I really don't care.

"marvel?" he asks again with those damn hopeful eyes, what is it with this guy and his eyes?

I reply with a simple nod, and he puts the movie.

I'm sitting on one side of the couch, so he got plenty of space to sit at, but much to my displease or relief I don't even know at this point, he sits beside me, not close enough for our bodies to touch fully but enough for our knees and shoulders to graze.

Acting nonchalant to his actions, I turn towards the screen to see iron man playing, Huh! so his favorite is iron man.

Not long in the movie, I feel his hand on mine as if hesitating; when I don't say anything or remove my hand, he turns my hand over to take it completely, intertwining our fingers.

At his actions, I look up at him only to find him already looking at me, and just like at the airport, we get lost in each other's eyes only this time, I can see his whole face: his perfect nose, and his bee-stung lips, as I realize my gaze was on his lips my mind screams, abort! abort! I break out of my daze and move away from him; taking my hand out of his, I say,

"I- I am still a little tired, I'm gonna go get some sleep," I say, stuttering. I turn around and head back to my room, scolding myself. I swear I could hear him chuckling.

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nanamismoonchild · 2 years

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The Ancestor’s Scales [Teaser]

→ pairing: dragon prince! namjoon x dragon princess!poc OC

→ genre/au: fantasy, enemies to lovers (just a smidge honestly), royalty au, smut, fluff, humor, soulmates au, explores a little of African mythology

→ summary: Your hand in marriage could only be won through a game of sorts: find the lost scale of your great-great-great-great grandmother. All of the bachelors in all of the lands were eligible and, unfortunately for you, Namjoon couldn't pass up an opportunity.

→ rating: 18+

→teaser wc: 1k (im sorry but i wanted y’all to see this scene)

→warnings: none for the teaser

→post date: July, just july. No date really.

→ author’s note: ok! ok! this is a preview of my fic The Ancestor’s Scales for @btsblackcreatorsociety’s The Realm of Legends! This is actually my longest oneshot and it’s not even done lol. This is my first OC! You can put yourself into Isador’s shoes or you can just read about her journey. Up to you and I hope you come to love her as much as I do when the final fic comes out. I’ll give a big thank you to BCS in the final fic as well. the banner is by the lovely @eerieedits ! uhhhhh das it. just enjoy the teaser!

if you would like to be tagged for the final fic, please shoot me an ask! or leave a comment. send a pigeon.

A chorus of hello’s, hi’s, and what it be’s came from the crowd. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Namjoon bow slightly.

“Welcome back to Gailan, the home of the dragons that freed us all. If it were not for my great-great-great-great grandmother, none of us would be where we are now. We could still be in shackles or who knows? Maybe one of your ancestors would have found themselves in my grandmother’s position. But regardless of who did what, you are all here for one thing. Another clue,” she took a deep breath, the rehearsed speech longer than what she thought.

“I started this scavenger hunt because I believe that my hand in marriage can and will be only won through a game of sorts. All of you are bachelors or bachelorettes wanting my hand. At least I assume so.” It would suck if you didn’t. “I will remind you of the first clue: Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. But walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?”

“Since no one came to me with any of the scales, I’m assuming no one guessed the riddle. Unfortunately, I won’t be giving out the answer today. I will, however, be telling you the second clue. It is also in the form of a riddle.”

A few groans could be heard in the crowd. Too bad Isador adored riddles.

“The second clue is: Born underground, raised by the sun, a host for the living, caterer of fun. What am I?”

She smiled as everyone processed the riddle. It was her favorite one and could answer the first riddle as well.

Prince Isaac was the first to complain. “Why must we receive riddles? It would be a better scavenger hunt if you’d just tell us outright.”

“It wouldn’t be a scavenger hunt without the riddles, Isaac.”

Isaac hated having to lift a finger to get what he wanted. It’s why Isador was happy that Isaac was only here for gossip and not marriage.

“Isaac, save the complaining for you boo,” she smiled as Isaac flushed a deep red. She laughed as he turned in his seat to hide his face.

“Well, as you know, these things are always quick. If you have an answer to both riddles, then please come up and I can give you the last and final clue. Otherwise, I will see you all next week for it.”

Chairs scraped against the wood of the pavilion. The chatter from earlier rose to its former height. Isador said goodbye to everyone. All princesses and princes, some brother and sister, competing for her hand in marriage. She had known most of them through her childhood, but, once they grew up and had responsibilities, they all distanced themselves.

Truthfully, she thought it was because everyone believed her family had no magic flowing through their veins anymore. And once you married into the family, the magic you already had disappeared as well. It was an ignorant thing to think considering her mother had magic in her voice and her father had superspeed. But that didn’t matter to them. The family had lost the most precious and powerful gift the gods could have given them. She sighed and watched everyone leave.

“Prince Namjoon,” Ndaque was saying as she bowed. “How can Princess Isador help you?”

“Are you not a Princess, Ndaque? We drop titles in events like this.”

“I am a guard at the moment, Prince Namjoon.”

Isador glanced up (way up) to see Namjoon smiling at Ndaque. His dimples stretched and made his smile even more pleasing.

“I have an answer to both of the clues.”

Isador’s eyes widened and gasped albeit a little dramatically. She peered over to Ndaque who shared the same face.

She stuttered, “You do?”

“Yes. The second one gave the answer to the first. I like the way you did it.” “Then what it is?”

“A tree and leaves,” he kept smiling at Isador’s wide eyes. “I remember reading a book in Graele. It was a folktale about how trees came to be on our Earth. There were a lot of stories, but the one that stuck out the most?”

“Scales can turn into trees,” Isador answered his question.

“Yes. Did your great, wow that is a lot of greats to say, but did her scales really turn into trees?” Isador nodded.

“Amazing. Does the next clue give a direction as to what type of tree? Or where they might be? There were three if I’m not mistaken.” Namjoon started bouncing on his heels.

“You only have to find one and return it to me,” she laughed nervously. His excitement was making her anxious.

“Only one?”

Ndaque snorted, “Ambitious much?”

“Yes, loud one.”

“Um, well. Uh, well I guess I have to tell you the next clue. Um,” she stood up. Isador barely met Namjoon’s chin.

“The next clue is: This old one runs forever, but never moves at all. He has not lungs nor throat, but still a mighty roaring call. What is it?”

“That’s an easy one. I read it in a book. It’s a waterfall.”

Ndaque spoke for her. “It doesn’t matter if it’s easy. The hard part is still finding the scales.”

“But that’s where you’re wrong, loud one,” Namjoon frowned at Ndaque . “I know exactly what waterfall and where to find it. Your Princess told me.”

Dammit.

“Anyway, I’ll be off. I have some scales to find,” he started to trudge away before stopping and turning towards Isador, who had picked herself off the floor. He took her chin between his thumb and index and made her look up at him. For a moment, Isador thought he was going to kiss her.

I will. But not today.

Oh.

“How are you able-”

“I have my ways, Princess,” he released her and his voice dropped to a low register so only Isador heard him. It was a voice that created butterflies in Isador’s stomach. “Every kiss, every hug, every smile, every laugh, every moan you give…will be mine soon.”

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wonderfuldeath · 2 years

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.o| Sixth Day. |o.

Bangtan Boys + OC

Warnings : Holidays, Implied Cannibalism, Horror

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"- Don't forget, Hoseok come with Lizzy, so we're going to have to prepare something a little less spicy.

- He could have found someone Asian, seriously.

- What would you have preferred him to put it with, what is she already called?

- Jin-Yeon?

- Yeah, this one. ”

Yoongi straightens his eyes from the meat he was cutting into thin slices, thinking about what Taehyung was saying, half spreading on poor Jimin, trying to cook something edible himself. A shrug passes the fourth person, simply reading the recipe book, while giving the ingredients to the one to remain silent so far. Seokjin and Namjoon had not really followed the conversation, too busy not spoiling the accompanying sauce. Too sweet would make the dish bland, not enough would make it bitter.

"- Everything I say, is that Lizzy is kind but doesn't eat like us.

- She eats like us, just less spicy.

- And when does Jungkook join us?

- It should not be long normally.

- So be kind and leave him alone Jimin, before he get in a bad mood, do you want? ”

A snap of the tongue from there by Taehyung, as he detaches himself from his best friend who only gives a slight laugh. Three years of real relationship and Yoongi would never admit that his proximity to Jimin made him nervous. A simple smile passes Taehyung's lips as he carries his soda to his lips, looking at the clock above the door, still wondering when the last member was going to arrive. Outside the weather was bad, the snow covers the ground with a small icy snowflake. And the apartment was decorated for the holiday season. It was a normal winter evening, where the cold covering the country forces them to wear warm jackets. It smelled like gingerbread, vanilla and meat blood, all on the sugar from the cupcakes served in the oven, waiting very wisely for them to come and devour them.

"- I hope you didn't wait too long, it took me a long time to decide! Jin and Namjoon have too many choices seriously.

- What are you bringing us back?

- I hope this turkey will be good. ”

Several laughs as the youngest of the group joins the game, not without passing his arms around Taehyung's hips, coming to get a bit of love, indicating with a head movement where he had left the dish of resistance to Namjoon, going to look for him after a kiss on Jin's cheek. The second youngest complains about the icy hands of his lover under are high, without pushing him back.

"- Did you get beaten up when you arrived?

- This jug attacked me! I didn't have time to react.

- Ask your darling Taehyung to give you a magic kiss!

- I wasn't waiting for your opinion to do it Jimin! ”

Like two children, Jimin and Jungkook quarrel before Taehyung cuts off the debate by pulling him to the bathroom, explaining to him that he really had to be careful. That this was not the first time this kind of accident had happened, and even if no one had really raised their heads, they all knew that Jungkook had looked up to the sky. When the front door opens again, it's an hour later, under the loud tone of a Hoseok happy to live and a lower and softer of a more shy Elyzabeth, both covered in snow already beginning to melt, making them notice the storm spreading.

"- Don't tell me that Taehyung and Jungkook couldn't hold back?

- No, the turkey physically attacked Jungkook.

- Ah, I understand better. ”

Barely a look for the animal, before turning to the rest of the group. The clock indicates almost twenty hours, and the meal was not yet ready, only a few accompaniments were already arranged on the table, followed by a most refined bottle of wine coming straight from Italy.

"So, what did the turkey do?

- We waited for you to arrive to find out. Do you have the bag?

- Do it every year, and it is dry.

- Why wouldn't we make it a fondue? ”

Everyone looks at each other before turning their heads towards the evening meal, finally nodding to the idea before Jin breathed, indicating that he was coming back in no time to get a tablecloth to put on the ground. Before moving the turkey again to force it to sit on the chair, while Namjoon passes a big black apron with gloves, looking at everyone.

"- I'm doing the first service, and then I'll see if I agree?

- Of course.

- Please... please...

- Right time for her to wake up. ”

From the ether laughter, the glasses of wine are filled while all eyes are on the young woman, trying to struggle, attach well to the chair surely trying to understand what was happening.

"- Frankly, there is no better for this evening. ”

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aikastales · 2 months

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i’m drunk, i love you (jk)

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: with only a day before graduation, you make a promise that you will not only graduate from university, but also from your feelings for your best friend of seven years, jeon jungkook.

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: film student!jungkook x med tech student!fem!oc (named sola)

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾𝗌: heavy angst, unrequited love, jungkook as an isko agenda, set in the ph 🇵🇭

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: this story is fiction. it does not represent the members of bangtan or any of the idols here in real life. all resemblance to real life characters, institutions, associations, places, events, among others are either purely coincidence or depicted in a fictitious manner only. there’s really no warnings for this story other than it’s a self-indulgent fic to get me back to writing. the smut isn’t that severe. just kissing, nipple sucking, and grinding. this is based on the film, i’m drunk i love you, which i highly recommend you watch. i didn’t alter much of the plot & scenes bc i think they’re already great as it is, but i did tweak a bit here and there. i hope you enjoy! let me know what you think by reblogging/commenting. ♡

𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 5,784

You were never quite the believer in love at first sight, but what you felt that night was the closest thing to that feeling.

He was one of the freshmen performers during your orientation, singing Adam Levine’s Lost Stars. Like the entire audience, you were captivated by his heavenly vocals and charisma as he performed on stage with an acoustic guitar one of the seniors lent him. Not only that, Jeon Jungkook wasn’t bad looking either—quite the opposite, really.

However, after the orientation, you didn’t get to see much of the dark-haired handsome boy. You were studying at UP, the biggest state university in the country, and so your paths were bound not to cross. Until, your older cousin, who was a senior at that time, invited you to eat dinner with him and a couple of his buddies after seeing you strolling around campus alone. When you arrived at the eatery, you not only saw your cousin Yoongi’s friends—Yijeong and Woosung—you also spotted the boy who hadn’t left your mind since you saw him over four months ago at that time.

You sat across from him and you tried your best not to freak out as Yoongi introduced the both of you. Apparently, he had already known Jungkook because he was the younger stepbrother of his other friend, Namjoon. During the course of your dinner, you and Jungkook didn’t really talk much. But you would muster up the courage to ask him some basic questions such as his program, why he went to UP, if he joined any orgs yet, etcetera. Jungkook was polite enough to answer your inquiries.

He was a Film major. He went to UP because everyone in his family went to UP so it was the most obvious choice for him and he was a member of the Film society. In return, Jungkook asked the same set of questions. You were a pre-med student, Medical Technology, to be exact, and you went to UP because it was your dream school. You were also a member of the College of Arts and Sciences’ student council.

After your meal was finished, Yoongi entrusted your care to Jungkook as they were going to meet up with some of their friends and you were both living at campus dormitories anyway. So, you hopped into his old army green Toyota Rav4 and needless to say, the ride back to UP was awkward. So, to get rid of the awkward silence, you asked if you could play some music. He said sure and handed you the aux cord already connected to his stereo. Once you had the other end connected to your phone, you played one of your favorite songs—Waltz of Four Left Feet by Shirebound and Busking.

To your surprise, Jungkook also knew the song and just like that, the awkward silence was gone and you became inseparable ever since.

Music became the bridge that connected you and Jungkook. Whenever you would hangout, it was always your topic—your favorite artists, songs, original scores in films, best albums, underrated artists, overrated artists, the current state of music, everything. He also became your gig buddy—seeking out mainstream and indie artists you both liked and going to their live performances downtown bars, jam packed arenas and stadiums.

But your favorite would always be watching him perform. After his performance at the orientation, he naturally became one of the popular students at UP. He wasn’t popular like a celebrity or an influencer, but heads would turn whenever he walked around campus. Also, he still had the luxury of privacy on his side, but if you looked at the right places, you would find small accounts on social media dedicated to him. He didn’t care for the attention, though, and just went about his day as normally as possible.

His performance did land him some gigs here and there. You found it cute whenever he’d turn to you to ask if he should accept the invitation or not, and you would always tell him to do whatever he wanted. Most of the time, he accepted, especially if it was at Route 96, a historic venue for aspiring musicians.

It was here that he performed the first song he wrote by himself called Still With You. It was also during this performance that you began to see him in a different light—quite literally. He was performing with the bar lights off, only the lights on stage and the spotlight illuminated the entire establishment. When the spotlight on him turned purple, you felt a whole new admiration for your best friend. It wasn’t the “Oh god I’m so proud of my best friend” kind, rather it was the “Oh fuck I’m in love with my best friend” realization.

But like every other story where someone falls in love with their best friend, you kept your feelings hidden, hoping someday it would go away. However, you soon realized, once you fell in love with Jeon Jungkook, there was no going back. It was a rabbit hole.

The more you spent time with him, the more you fell in love with him and all of him—from the way he smiles to the sound of his laugh, how he would always annoy the shit out of you when you were supposed to be studying to how he would remember small things about you like your favorite snack at the vending machine, how you’d be the first to know his test results to how you’d be his first audience for the short film they needed to produce for that semester, how he would lend you his jacket when you ate bingsu because he knew you’d get cold easily to how he’d send you random memes he found funny out of the blue.

It was so easy to fall in love with Jeon Jungkook. Thus, everyone else did too. For seven years, you watched on the sidelines as he dated several girls and loved them how you wished he’d love you.

“In one day, you can finally lay your hands on Jungkook,” your best friend, Mingyu, teased as he took a sip from his beer.

You let out a sarcastic laugh, head resting on your palm, elbow propped on the wooden table in front of you, a bottle of beer in the other hand. You were bordering on getting tipsy now as you had been drinking since you arrived at La Union with Mingyu and Jungkook in the afternoon. You didn’t even know why you agreed to your best friend’s idea of going to the province for a music festival when you had your graduation—the very graduation that was seven years in the making—on Sunday.

“Fuck you, Kim Mingyu,” you told the honey-skinned man across from you with a chuckle.

“What? Let this be your final test before finally graduating. Are you ready?” a lopsided grin appeared on his handsome face.

Under the orange light, Kim Mingyu was easily one of the most handsome men you ever laid your eyes on. He was also tall, well-mannered, smart, capable, had a stable job while being a med student, and the textbook definition of a walking green flag. In another life, you could imagine yourself falling for him instead of Jungkook. But in the current universe you were in, he was one of your trusted friends who had known about your crush on Jungkook since first year.

The waiter arrived to bring you your order of another bucket of Red Horse beer. Mingyu took a bottle from the silver bucket and opened it. “Happy horse for the happy whore,” he told you as he handed you the fresh bottle of beer. You gave him a middle finger. He laughed. “What? Am I not right?”

“You’re the whore,” you replied. “I saw you with that cute chinito by the beach earlier. What happened to Mino?”

He rolled his eyes at the mention of his ex—or you believed was his ex. You never really know with Mingyu and relationships. He was the complete opposite of you. While you were a hopeless romantic at heart, he didn’t believe in love—or so he says.

“Seven years,” Mingyu mused, glancing towards the beach. “You didn’t stop falling in love with your best friend. Now, it looks like you don’t even plan to stop.”

You sucked your teeth, tracing the water around the bottle due to the ice with your fingers. “Do I just throw it away?” You weren’t sure if you were asking Mingyu or yourself. “We make a good pair.” You laughed to yourself.

“Except?” Mingyu pointed out the harsh reality.

“Except,” you took in a shaky breath. “He doesn’t love me back. Maybe.”

Mingyu sighed deeply, looking at his watch. “Time check: you still have your hopes up.”

“It’s still early,” you argued. “I still have two days. Just give me time.”

“Give me time?” Mingyu repeated, taking a sip from his beer. “What the fuck are you talking about, Sola? The universe has given you all the time. But you did nothing.”

You groaned, throwing your head back as a realization hit you. “Fuck, Gyu, I just—I just realized. Is it right that we’re here? Was it the right decision to come here? My mom’s gonna be so mad once she finds out I’m in La Union.”

“It’s all you. You’re a raging masochist,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “Anyway. Let’s just play a game. Let’s enumerate all the things you did with Jungkook. Those are seven years worth of memories, Sola. Game?”

“Game.”

“What year did you first meet Jungkook?”

A smile immediately creeped up on your face. “2017.”

Mingyu waved his hand at you. “Wow! You can do math! But I just thought of something—instead of just general memories. Let’s make them specific. Let’s list down all the stupid things you did for Jungkook for seven years.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” you let out a scoff, drinking your beer.

“What? Now you can’t remember?” he challenged.

You clicked your tongue. “Fine, you stupid bitch. Ask away.”

Mingyu grinned. “2018.”

You hummed before saying, “Jungkook was heartbroken that year. I was back at home and he was at UP. But I rushed into the city to be there for him. I remember because I was supposed to attend this baptism with my parents but I snuck out and got an earful from my mother the next day. I was completely hungover too because Jungkook and I went bar hopping the entire night.”

“Jesus Christ, Sola.”

“Don’t judge me. It was my decision, okay?”

Mingyu rolled his eyes. “Okay. 2019.”

You stared at Mingyu, laughing as you recalled the memory. “2019. Me and Jungkook walked from UP to Aurora Boulevard just to tell me how Song Areum became his girlfriend.”

He shook his head. “2020.”

“2020—he was sick. I had an exam that day, but I quickly answered it so I could buy him his favorite, Tapsilog from Tapsi ni Vivian, before it ran out ‘cos it runs out quickly, right?” Mingyu nodded. You licked your lower lip then let out a small laugh. “But when I got to his dorm room, his roommate already told me Areum brought him to the university hospital. And I failed my exam ‘cos I didn’t answer the back part.”

“2021, go!”

“I loved him for four years now and counting. Is that good enough?”

“Okay. I’ll accept it. 2022?”

“2022—I’ve been in love with him for five fucking years already, fucking shit!” you exclaimed, feeling the alcohol in you boosting your confidence.

“Okay. We’re in the last year, girl. What about in 2023? What was the stupid thing you did for Jungkook last year?”

You gulped. “I’m two years delayed.”

Mingyu exhaled deeply. A moment of silence settled between the two of you. Then, she asked, “Sola, it all boils down to this: when will you end this?”

You sat up straight, taking a deep breath. “You mean when will I stop with my foolishness?” Mingyu nodded. You purse your lips. “Maybe when I’m done with UP. When I’m done with UP, I’ll graduate from everything—including him. Especially him.”

When you got back to your shared room with Jungkook and Mingyu, you were already tipsy. You almost fell face flat on the floor when you opened the door, feeling lightheaded, but luckily, your best friend was there to catch you.

“You’re drunk, Sola,” Jungkook chuckled deeply. You could smell his expensive cologne—the one you bought for him for his birthday last year and it brought a huge grin on your face, knowing he wore it. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“I’m fine, Guk. I’m not that drunk. But I do need to sit down,” you said followed by a set of giggles as you let Jungkook walk you to the bed you shared with Mingyu, and then you threw yourself on it, back against the mattress, arms spread like an eagle.

Jungkook sat down beside you. “Are you still mad at me?”

The question seemed to sober you up instantly. The truth was—you could never stay mad at him. For anything. Sometimes, you’d think he could do the most painful and hurtful thing to you, deliberately, and you would still forgive him even if he wouldn’t apologize.

“I wasn’t mad. I was just… I just wished you would’ve told me the real reason why you wanted to come here,” you replied softly, biting your lower lip.

“Would you have come? If I told you I wanted to go here because my ex wanted to reconnect—would you have come?” Jungkook matched your tone, looking over his shoulder to look at you.

Instinctively, your eyes also darted towards his. The lights in the room were dim, only the lamp, the light coming beneath the bathroom door, and the moonlight outside illuminated the room. Jungkook looked especially beautiful in the dim light—long black wavy hair all messy from his habit of running his fingers through it, hooded eyes staring at you like he was memorizing every inch of you, the gentleness of his features made him look like an angel in this light.

But then you’d see his dozens of piercings in his ears, eyebrow, and lower lip; his tattooed arm and hand, and the way he looked sexy as hell with his thin white long sleeved, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, and his white beach shorts that hugged his strong muscular thighs, and you’d realize he was more of a Greek god than an angel.

“I’ll go wherever you go,” you told him, swallowing the lump in your throat. “You know that.”

Jungkook lied down beside you and you felt your heartbeat racing. His tattooed arm was brushing against yours. His head was tilted, close to yours.

“Will you go with me to the moon?” he asked.

A small smile ghosted on your lips. “I will, Guk.”

“How about Saturn?”

“I’ll be with you there, too.”

“Law school?”

You turned your head to him. He was already looking at you. “Law school? Why?”

He brushed the hair on your face aside with his fingers, making you tense. But you kept your composure. “I passed UP LAE.”

“But,” you began. “What about film? I thought you didn’t wanna become a lawyer like your parents.”

Jungkook looked at the ceiling. “It’s not that bad. Being a lawyer. Besides, I like studying.”

“You’ve always wanted to become a director, though.”

“I’m not good enough for it,” Jungkook scoffed. “All my batchmates are already directing their films and showing them at festivals here and abroad—yet here I am. Still here.”

You turned on your side, propping your elbow to support your head as you looked at your best friend. It was rare for Jungkook to open up. Even to you. He was always someone who kept all his innermost thoughts and feelings to himself. In the seven years you’d known him, it still felt like there was a wall around him that you never managed to climb on or punch through. For seven years, it felt like you simultaneously knew everything and nothing about your best friend.

“It’s not the end of the road, Jungkook. So what if they’re showing their films at festivals? You can do it too. At your own pace, in your own time,” you said. You wanted to reach for his face, to make him look at you, but you were scared. “You’re a great filmmaker, Guk. The best direk ever.”

He looked at you once again. “You’re drunk, Yu Sola. Go to sleep.”

He sat up, carrying your legs over the bed. You let out a groan. “I’m not drunk, Jeon Jungkook. Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?” he asked, chuckling.

“You always cut the conversation when you’re beginning to open up. You always clamp up, Guk. I wish you didn’t do that. I’m your—,” you bit the inside of your lower lip. What right did I have to demand him to open up to me? “I’m your best friend.”

“I don’t clamp up. I just have nothing else to say,” your best friend replied with a shrug, fixing his hair as he looked in the mirror across from your bed. “Go to sleep. You’ll get a massive headache tomorrow. I’m just going to meet with Areum and her friends.”

Then, you blurted it out. It just happened. You didn’t even know how. You always had this grand idea in your mind to do it after the graduation ceremony, that way, you could immediately leave. That way, you didn’t have to see him all the time. You would have enough time to move on and move forward in your life.

But nothing in life truly went according to plan.

“I love you, Jungkook,” you confessed. Your heart felt heavy and you sat up, head hanging low as you picked on your nails. Tears were beginning to form in your eyes. “I’ve loved you for seven years now.”

And you sobbed, burying your face in your hands. Then, moments later, you felt your hands being taken away from your face. You lifted your head and saw Jungkook kneeling in front of you, holding your hands. He let one go to wipe away the tears on your face, to tuck your hair behind your ear.

And then, ever so slowly, Jungkook leaned in and kissed you softly. A tear rolled down your cheek. His lips were soft while yours were chapped and wet from your tears, but he didn’t seem to mind. You were still in shock. This was not the response you expected. Not even in your wildest dreams but it was happening.

Jungkook held your face, tilting his head as he continued to kiss you more—only this time with more need and passion. Your body reacted. You began to reciprocate his kisses, hands wrapping around his wrists. He tasted of toothpaste and mouthwash.

He pushed you onto the bed, one hand remaining on your face while the other held your waist. Your fingers curled the ends of his hair. You could feel his growing member on your stomach and feeling it was enough to make your cunt wet. His lips then traveled on your jaw, down to your neck. You were breathing heavily as he nibbled on your sensitive skin, making a soft moan escape your lips.

His hand made its way under your shirt and your breath hitched, causing Jungkook to lift his head from your neck, and look you in the eyes.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded. “I’m okay.”

“Okay,” he smiled, making your heart skip a beat. “Is it okay if I take this off now?”

“I—,” you were at a loss for words. Was this really happening? It seemed too good to be true. But it was happening and you wanted it more than anything else. “Okay. Yes, you can.”

Jungkook peeled your shirt off, exposing your naked chest. You didn’t wear bras; found it too much of a hassle and you always hated the feeling. Instead, you wore nipple tapes.

“What are these, Sola?” Jungkook asked with a chuckle, making your cheeks heat up.

“They’re nipple tapes, you dumb ass,” you replied, smacking his arm lightly.

“Okay. Do I just take them off, like, tape?”

He was adorably cute. “Yes, you just take them off like tape.”

And so he did just that. The coolness of the room and your arousal instantly perked your nipples. Jungkook took your breasts in his hands, massaging and squeezing them, making you arch your back ever so slightly. Then, he dipped his head, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth while remaining to massage the other.

The sensation was simply divine. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol in your system, your feelings for your best friend, or just Jungkook in general that made you feel so good at that moment. Your hands traced the outline of his toned biceps through his thin polo.

You were so wet and when Jungkook began to grind his hard cock against your clothed cunt, you felt another wave of wetness. You wanted him—all of him—and so you began to rock your hips against him, making him release a moan.

He lifted his head, staring at you with those doe eyes you have loved for seven years. “Are you sure?”

Those three words held so much. Once you crossed the line, there was no going back, and both of you knew that.

“I’m sure. I want this, Guk. I want you.”

That was all he needed to hear to make love to you the whole night. Once both of you came, Jungkook laid beside you, chest heaving. For a while, the both of you lay in silence.

“Will you be here in the morning?” you asked, turning your head on the pillow to face him.

He did the same. “I will,” he promised. “Go to sleep now, Sola.”

But he wasn’t.

When you woke up the next day, the other side of the bed was empty. You sat up, burying your face in your hands. What the hell have I done? What the hell have we done?

You left the bed, entering the bathroom, and proceeding to take a shower. In there, you cried, because nothing was going to be the same after last night. You couldn’t blame it all on Jungkook either. You also made it happen. You desperately wished it was just a dream—another wet dream you had of your best friend—but the traces of his cum were still on your inner thigh.

It happened. There was no going back. Everything was going to be different now and most of all, you didn’t know if you still had your best friend.

When you finished showering and getting dressed, you made your way down to the beach. You had texted Mingyu while getting dressed and he told you he was there with the chinito you saw him with, Wonwoo. Arriving at the beach, you pulled your phone out of your back pocket, about to text the honey-skinned med student when you saw Jungkook with Areum in the water, his strong arms that held you throughout the night, now wrapped around her waist. Fits of giggles escaped her lips as Jungkook wrestled with her in the water, a huge grin on his handsome face.

Your heart shattered.

You quickly looked away, a fresh set of tears forming in your eyes. As you were about to turn away, you heard Mingyu’s familiar voice which caused you to stop on your tracks.

“Sola, hey, there you—what’s wrong?” The concern in his voice was palpable. You felt his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him.

“I—I finally told him, Gyu,” you said, taking in a sharp shaky breath. “I finally told him.”

Mingyu didn’t ask for more details. He knew. He led you back to your room, promising Wonwoo to text him later. Once you were back, you just cried on his shoulder. He didn’t say anything and neither did you. He just let you be until the tears finally stopped.

“I’m sorry I pulled you away from Wonwoo. He seems like a nice guy,” you said after a while, voice raspy from all the crying.

“It’s fine. We’ll be seeing each other often anyway,” Mingyu shared.

You looked at him, surprised. “Really?”

Your friend nodded, laughing to himself. “You know, all those times I teased you about your being a hopeless romantic and believing in love—I think it’s backfiring on me now with Wonwoo.”

“You love him?” you asked.

“I don’t know, Sola. But I know what I feel for him is different,” he answered. “It’s terrifying. How quickly someone can change your perspective on something.”

You couldn’t argue with that.

“What’s your plan now?” Mingyu asked.

You sighed deeply. “I think I’m going to head back. My graduation is tomorrow anyway. Do you mind booking the bus ride home?”

“I’m staying here, Sola. I—I want to be with Wonwoo more,” Mingyu confessed, smiling at you apologetically.

“Gyu…”

“Please be a friend to me now, Sola.”

You pressed your lips tightly. Then, you nodded. You wanted your friend to be happy.

“I’m gonna pack now,” you announced.

“Okay. Just text me if you need anything,” Mingyu gave you a hug and kiss on top of your head. “I want you to know I’m proud of you, Sola.”

Once Mingyu left, you began to pack. You didn’t bring a lot of clothes, but you were still biding your time. A part of you didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay here and never graduate. But that illusion was quickly broken when you saw your mom’s contact flashing on your phone screen.

You sucked your teeth before answering, “Hi mom.”

“Sola? Where the hell are you? Why haven’t you been answering my texts? Your graduation is tomorrow. Everyone is looking forward to it!” she exclaimed frantically.

“Mom, I’m sorry. I’m in La Union with Jungkook and—,”

“What the hell are you doing in La Union?! You better get back instantly, Sola. I’m not kidding. If you don’t graduate now, I really don’t know what I’m gonna do. It’s been seven years! Please let me graduate too.”

“I’m already packing and I’ll catch the bus home soon. I just—Mom, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it in time for the ceremony ‘cos—,”

Your phone was suddenly snatched from your grip. You looked up and saw Jungkook standing beside you.

“Hey tita, it’s Jungkook. Yes. Don’t worry. I’ll take her home. She’ll make it in time. Yes. We’ll be home before the ceremony, tita. Okay. Bye.”

He ended the call and sat down on the bed across from you, handing you your phone back. You grabbed it from him. “You don’t have to take me home.”

“I already promised tita I will,” he answered.

“You didn’t have to,” you muttered, folding your shirt.

Silence. Jungkook was just staring at you the entire time as you folded your clothes and packed them inside your bag. Then, he said those two words.

“I’m sorry.”

You bit the inside of your lower lip. What was he exactly for? For having sex with you? For spending the night with you? For not feeling the same way as you? All of the above?

As if reading your thoughts, he added, “For everything.”

You nodded. “You don’t have to apologize for anything,” you told him. “It’s not your fault you don’t love me the same way.” But why did you kiss me? Why did you make love to me?

Jungkook lowered his head. You zipped your bag. “Let’s go. I still have a graduation to chase.”

“What’s this?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed when you saw Areum standing beside Jungkook’s car with her luggage and bag.

“I’ll drop Areum on the way,” Jungkook announced, grabbing her luggage and putting it at the back of his car.

You pressed your lips in a line. “Fine.” You stepped into the back passenger seat, quickly grabbing your phone and earphones from your bag, and plugging it in.

Lowering yourself on the seat, you rested your head against the window as Areum stepped into the passenger seat while Jungkook sat on the driver’s seat. You caught him glancing at you from the corner of your eyes, but you didn’t look back. Instead, you turned the volume up. Moments later, he began to drive.

You decided to sleep the entire ride. However, when you woke up, you immediately realized Jungkook wasn’t driving in your hometown. “Where are we?” you asked, taking one of your earphones off.

“I’m dropping Areum first,” Jungkook replied.

You frowned. “I’m the one chasing a graduation, remember?”

“Shh, just go back to sleep. Here,” he threw something at you—your favorite candy, Butterball, landing on your lap.

You grabbed it, tempted to eat it, but you threw it back at him and went back to sleep. By the time you woke up again, you were at Areum’s house. She turned to look at you, smiling.

She was really beautiful and kind. You began to feel guilty for hating her so much the entire time. “Congrats on your graduation, Sola. I’ll see you around, okay?”

“Thanks Areum.”

After Jungkook walked her to her door, he came back to the car. “What are you doing there? Come here,” he said, patting the passenger seat.

“I’m fine here,” you replied.

“Sola, come on. Please? I drive better with you beside me.”

For the rest of the ride to your home, you sat beside Jungkook. Unlike before, where your car rides were filled with music and random conversations, tonight it was silent. You didn’t plug your phone into his stereo and you kept your eyes closed the whole time, listening to your music. Once in a while, Jungkook would try to make small talk, but you would only give him short replies, then went back to sleeping.

When you arrived at your family house, you stayed with Jungkook outside for a bit, both leaning against his car.

“It’s your graduation in four hours.”

“Are you not going to come to yours?”

“I don’t see the point,” Jungkook replied.

You nodded and pushed yourself off his car. “I’ll head inside. Thanks for the ride, Jungkook.”

He grabbed your arm before you entered the gate. You stared into his eyes. You couldn’t quite place what held them right now. Maybe you never really knew Jeon Jungkook after all this time.

“I’m sorry, Sola.”

“Why do you keep saying sorry? I told you—it’s not your fault and I’m fine. I’m over it now. See you around, Jungkook.”

You head back inside. Graduation was in four hours.

You wore a traditional Filipiniana dress, a pair of white heels that were already scraping the skin at the back of your feet, your mother’s pearls, and your sablay when your name was called. You came up on the stage with your excited mother, shook hands with your Dean, and finally grabbed your diploma. You always imagined graduation to be something so spectacular, but the moment you received the piece of paper that confirmed you had, indeed, graduated—you just felt the same.

After the ceremony, you went back to your house where almost all your relatives from your mother’s side were waiting for you. A tarpaulin with your graduation picture and the words, “Congratulations Yu Sola!” printed on it and hung outside your gate. You greeted everyone on your way, telling them thanks, before retreating in your room to change out of your dress and into more comfortable clothes.

While you were slipping on your shirt, your phone buzzed on your nightstand. When you grabbed it, you saw Jungkook’s message on the lockscreen.

Let’s go, it said.

You knew it meant one thing: a beer and butterball at Route 96. There was still a part of you that wanted to go because you always went when you received a message like that from Jungkook. It was always a yes when it came to him. But now that you confessed, something shifted, whether he admitted to it himself or not.

So, you put your phone in your pocket, and went down. But as you do so, you felt your phone vibrate again. You pulled it out of your pocket and Jungkook texted you another message.

Please? One for the road. I’m outside.

You bit your lower lip. Then, you made your way out. There, you saw Jungkook wearing his barong and sablay, leaning against his car like hours ago. He smiled as soon as he saw you come out.

“You still have it,” he pointed to your shirt.

You looked down on it and realized you had picked his shirt of all things. It wasn’t anything special; just something he bought at a boutique. But it meant a lot to you because he gave it to you after you spilled beer on your shirt years ago.

“You attended your ceremony?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. He nodded. “I thought you didn’t see the point.”

“I changed my mind.”

You wished you were just as quick in having a change of heart.

“One for the road?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

You took a deep breath and nodded. “One for the road.”

“Shit, I forgot it’s Sunday. It’s closed,” Jungkook sighed, seeing the steel gate at Route 96.

“It’s fine. Let’s just go,” you told him, grabbing the beer he bought beforehand and making your way up to the bar. Jungkook followed behind.

You both leaned in the railing before you, beer in hands. Another silence.

You couldn’t believe this was the culmination of the seven years you spent loving Jeon Jungkook. You thought, after confessing, you would never speak again. He’d distance himself from you but here you were—having a beer with him at your favorite place in the world. You wished you knew what was going on in his mind right now. You wished you could dissect his mind and learn every thought he had ever since you confessed.

Because you never really knew Jeon Jungkook. You were just so in love with him and idealized who he was over the last seven years. Suddenly, all the stupid memories you shared with Mingyu flashed in your mind and made you laugh.

“What’s funny?” Jungkook asked, chuckling.

You shook your head, drinking your beer. “Nothing.”

He nudged your side. “Come on, share it.”

You took a deep breath and for the first time, you looked at Jeon Jungkook and saw him for who he was; not the man you have loved for the past seven years.

“I graduated, finally.”

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𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 ☽.·✩·.¸

✎ 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝘂𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆 01. Intertwine (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; slice of life!au; past lovers!au, office!au; infidelity; 12k words 02. Tidal Waves (M)| ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; slice of life!au; past lovers!au, office!au; infidelity

✎ 𝗦𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆 01. Spotless Minds (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; past lovers!au; new beginning; inspired by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Minds; 36k words 02. Eternal Sunshine (M) | ✷ ✿ ♡ one-shot; past lovers!au; new beginning; epilogue for Spotless Minds; 39k words 03. Sunset Glow (coming soon)

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 ☽.·✩·.¸

The Stand-In (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot & drabble series; friends to lovers!au, post divorce/failed marriage!au; expecting parents!au; 13k words ⇢ He is ready to help with your situation in more ways than one ↪ Fic Index

Once Upon An Us (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; past lovers!au, exes to lovers!au, christmas rom-com; 47k words ⇢ When the fairy tale ending that you had been searching for had always been there the entire time

Lust Royale (M) | ✵ ♡ one-shot; royal guard!namjoon, princess!reader, unrequited love!au; 8k words ⇢ When you cannot resist falling into his temptation

The (im)Perfect Ending (M) | ✵ ♡ one-shot; past relationship!au, infidelity; 43k words ⇢ When you are given a second chance to rewrite your own happy ending

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 ☽.·✩·.¸

Strip! (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✓trilogy/mini-series; stripper!jimin, bartender!reader; single parent!au; spin-off for Bad For You ⇢ Sometimes a little bit of fun brings colours to your hard life, but what if he is here to stay? ↪ chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 (End)

All Fervent Manner (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; established Relationship!au; 19k words ⇢ When you share the same secret, and neither of you could let the other know what you need the most

✎ 𝗙𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆 01. Never Falling (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; enemies to lovers!au; singer!jimin; non-idol!au; assistant!reader; 21k words 02. Forever Falling (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; established relationship!au; singer!Jimin; non-idol!au; 30k words 03. Free Falling (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; established relationship!au; singer!Jimin; non-idol!au; 22k words

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 ☽.·✩·.¸

White Lies (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✓ mini-series; childhood friends to lovers!au, first love!au, painter!taehyung ⇢ When his secrets came in your way to bare threats in the future you were building together ↪ Chapter List

The Half-Lycan (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot & drabble series; supernatural!au; werewolf!taehyung, human!reader; 42k words; part of Shifter Series ⇢ The long journey of how the fated mates finally found each other ↪ drabbles: Fever // Rapture

The Forsaken (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; supernatural!au; siren!taehyung; mystery; horror; 22k words ⇢ When his seducing voice lures you into falling in his embrace

The Dark Room (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; sex club!au; gentlemen club!au; 19k words; Side Story for In Motion⇢ Welcome to Club La Rouge, where your sexual fantasies come to life

A Christmas Fix (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ two-shot; Secret Baby!au, Second Chance!au, Strangers to Lovers!au; 55k words; Part of the Jingle All the Way collaboration ⇢ The one-night stand that changed the course of your fate, along with your stepsister's ↪ chapters: 01 | 02 (final)

𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 ☽.·✩·.¸

Bad For You (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; stripper!jungkook; bachelorette!au; infidelity; 11k words ⇢ His whole presence emits sin and danger ↪ Fic Index ↪ drabbles: ⇢ #1 // #2

Undressed (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; stripper!jungkook; bachelorette!au, infidelity; 20k words; Epilogue for Bad For You ⇢ He was the epitome of sin, yet he pulled you in that you just had to come back for more

Pay By Play (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; cam boy!au; Voyeurism; part of the Made With Love Project; 3k words ⇢ It is your first try to do something like this and he is making it all worth it

We Are All Dreamers [M] | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; enemies to lovers!au; soulmate!au; 16k words ⇢ When he tries to rebel against the soulmate system

Boyfriend Jungkook drabble #01 | ✿mini drabble; boyfriend!Jungkook ⇢ When he wants a taste of your ice cream

Slow & Steady [M] | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; painter!jungkook; 7k words ⇢ Can you resist temptation?

Show Me Something [M] | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; road trip!au, friends to enemies to lovers!au; first love!au; 51k words ⇢ When the extra passenger opens the pathway to your broken past

A Touch Of Fate (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; enemies to lovers!au; soulmate!au; 9k words; Epilogue for We Are All Dreamers ⇢ When he shows you just how good you are together

Under The Blankets (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; established relationship!au, pwp smut, tattooed!Jungkook x tattooed!reader; 6k words ⇢ When neither of you can resist temptation

Mirrors: what becomes of us (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; friends with benefits to lovers!au, pwp smut; 8,5k words ⇢ Is it worth it to fall for someone who has never revealed the true content of his heart?

𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐮 ☽.·✩·.¸

Chance Encounter (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✎ series; college!au; teacher’s aid!au ⇢ What a simple DM mishap could lead to happen ↪ Chapter List

Maps (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✓ mini-series; friends to lovers!au ⇢ Naps, Christian Yu, your bed – would you ask for anything more? ↪ Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 (final)

Take Care Of You (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; pwp smut; established relationship; 2k words ⇢ Helping your boyfriend to relax after long nights of working

Unravel (M) | ✿ ♡ drabble; pwp smut; established relationship ⇢ He loves how easy it is to have you unravelling under his touch

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐢𝐧 ☽.·✩·.¸

Sweet Spot (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; established relationship; 6k words ⇢ When his jealousy makes him more daring than he is used to

Press Play (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; established relationship; 3k words ⇢ When he has an odd request for you to fulfil

What You Wanted (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; established relationship; 10k words ⇢ When he makes sure that your first time would be an amazing experience to share

Overdrive (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; musician/artist!B.I, manager!reader, smut; 13k words ⇢ When your carnal favours lead to something else

𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 ☽.·✩·.¸

✎ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 (𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐤) ● Howlin’ (M) | ✵ ♡ one-shot; werewolf!au; fated mates!au; 6k words ⇢ When your responsibility to the Pack life comes between your Fated

✎ 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜 ● Simon Says (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; pwp smut; established relationship; 4k words ⇢ Simon wants to play

✎ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐥 ● A Night With You | ✿ ♡ (implied) mini drabble; boyfriend!Chanyeol ⇢ A glimpse of the nights you spend with him

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sleekervae · 4 months

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So Good [0.6]

Masterlist

pairing: KNJ x rockstar!oc

A/N: Hi everyone, sorry I've been away for a while. School is bogging me down and life had been wild, in both good and bad ways. I want to continue writing and despite my chronic writers' block, I ain't giving up too easily. Thank you all for your patience and trust that I will be updating more stories as I go!

word count: 2016

Purple text is Korean

Kimberly jumped when her phone suddenly rang beside her, disturbing the small nap she was trying to squeeze in her bunk. She grumbled as she turned over in the small enclosure, feeling around in the sheet while being rocked over and over in the tour bus.

"Kimberly! Your phone's ringing!" Maria suddenly shouted.

Kimberly rolled her eyes, "Gee! Thanks Maria!" finally she was able to fish it out, her heart leapt when Namjoon's name flashed across her screen. It would've been close to midnight in Seoul, and he hardly ever called her this late.

Pulling her bunk curtain tighter to its hook, she answered the call, "Hello?"

A voice cleared from the other end, unfamiliar to her, "H-Hey, Kimberly! How are you?" the voice was slurred, too light to be Namjoon but the twinge of his accent was slightly eerie.

"Um... who is this?" she asked, a pit of anxiousness bubbling in her gut. From what Chloe had told her, Korean idols had their contacts guarded mercilessly, and if Namjoon got in trouble for talking to her...

"Eh? It's Namjoon, what're you talking about?" the voice tittered, a faint song playing in the background. She relaxed only a little, her curiosity growing.

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

"... what tattoo do I have on my left forearm?" she asked.

The voice paused momentarily, grumbling to himself for a quick answer when she suddenly heard a more familiar exclamation.

" -- Dangsin-eun mwo haeyo? Nae jeonhwagileul jwo!"

The voice on the speaker suddenly changed in pitch, half-laughing-half-crying as he shouted, "Joesonghabnida! Joesonghabnida! Dowajuseyo!" and a scuffle ensued.

Kimberly was partly amused, partly concerned, waiting curiously until she heard Namjoon panting into the speaker, "I saekkiya! -- Kimberly? Kim?"

"H-Hi! Namjoon?"

"Hi," he panted, giving a short sigh, "I am so sorry about that,"

"No, no, that's okay," she chuckled, "Are you okay?"

"I'm good, I'm good. My friend's being an idiot," he replied. Kimberly could still hear laughter in the background, she found his startle quite endearing.

"It's okay, I promise," she replied, "Who was that, anyway?"

"Jackson. He's a friend of mine -- if not more of a shit disturber," he replied.

"It's nice to meet you, Kimberly!" he called out. Namjoon grumbled back in Korean, a cuss word she figured.

She laughed merrily, "Aw, tell him I say 'hi',"

"And boost his ego even more? Nah," he simpered back, "I hope we didn't disrupt anything,"

"You're all good," she assured him, "We're on our way to Krakow right now so we have an off day,"

"Oh, fantastic. Are you resting up?"

"As much as I can in a moving casket," her attention diverted to a furious hissing from the common area.

"Shit! I need help!" Chloe suddenly shouted, followed by the pattering of socked feet.

"Fucking shit, Chlo! We agreed not to heat up Alfredo sauce in the microwave!" Charlotte scolded.

Namjoon laughed, hearing the commotion from the end of his speaker, "Everything okay over there?" he asked.

Kimberly sighed heavily, shaking her head, "Oh, everything's fine. If I'm quiet enough they may believe I've gone back to sleep and won't bother me," she chuckled quietly.

Maria called from outside the bunk, "You know we can hear you, Kim!" she scolded, "... Hi Namjoon!"

"Hi Namjoon!" Charlotte echoed a moment later.

"Hi RM!" shouted Chloe.

Kimberly tittered, "The girls say 'hi',"

"Tell 'em I say 'hi' back -- what?" his voice drifted off, "Of course she is! Yeogiseo naga!" and there was another short scuffle over the speaker.

"What is going on over there?" Kimberly asked, her curiosity peeking, just imagining what bafoonery was taking place in Seoul.

Namjoon sighed, clearly dejected as muffled sniggers slipped out beside him, "Jackson wants to know if you're pretty. I'm so sorry,"

Kimberly had to press her lips to keep herself from laughing, her cheeks burning with the red smile curling across her face. She choked back a giggle as she answered, "I mean -- I think I am," she shrugged bashfully.

"Then what the hell are you doing with a guy like Namjoon?" Jackson suddenly called, laughing then as Kimberly could imagine the glare Namjoon was throwing his way.

"Ib damul-eo," Namjoon grumbled.

"Dangsin-eun nae sangsaga aniya," Jackson scolded back.

Meanwhile out in the common area, Charlotte and Chloe couldn't help but overhear Kimberly's conversation, all the while Charlotte was mopping up sauce on the counter and Chloe was cleaning sauce off of the floor.

"I think she talks to him more than talks to any of us," Chloe noted.

Charlotte simpered, "They talk maybe once or twice a week, Chloe,"

"Over voice, at least," Chloe replied, "... You think Darius knows that they talk that much?"

"I'm not even gonna go there," Charlotte replied, hoping that Kimberly couldn't hear them, "I told her to be careful from the get,"

Chloe shrugged back, "I'm just saying -- if Luke was away and you found out he was talking to a super famous pop star a few times a week, wouldn't you be worried?"

Charlotte held pause, staring down at the greasy countertop as Chloe's words sent a shiver through her. She knew exactly how she would feel if she was in a similar situation. Nevertheless, she turned back to Chloe, mustering as much confidence as she could.

"As far as I know, Kim's not doing anything wrong -- so I'm not gonna' lambast her for what we think could be happening,"

Chloe knew Charlotte didn't like confrontation, she never had and was extremely uncomfortable if she had to confront one of their friends. But Chloe wasn't stupid either; she was fearful that Kimberly was falling down a hole she nor the girls couldn't dig her out from.

Kimberly meanwhile was none the wiser to her friends' conversation, "What're you guys doing?"

"We're just sitting around, having a couple beers," he replied.

"With the other guys?" she asked.

"Nah, they're out doing their own thing tonight. Believe it or not, we don't always spend all our time together," he chuckled, hoping on the off chance he didn't sound condescending.

"Fair. Spend too much time with someone, some heads are gonna roll," Kimberly replied, then she brought her voice to a whisper, "Hence I'm hiding in my bunk so I don't have to deal with the Alfredo sauce from hell,"

Chloe suddenly hollered out, "I heard that Kimberly! Stop flirting with Namjoon and come help me!"

Kimberly rolled her eyes, pulling back the curtain and sticking her head out of her bunk, "We're not flirting!" she called back.

Charlotte sighed after, crouched down over a messy spill on the floor. A zesty, garlicky smell was beginning to fill the bus, "We just need a mop," she muttered, "Maria! Open the window in the back!"

"Already on it!" and Maria hopped out of her bunk.

Kimberly huffed, though Namjoon chuckled from the other end, "I take it you gotta go?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry," she replied.

"Don't be sorry. It's Jackson's fault, anyway," she could hear Jackson snap something back in Korean, much to her amusement.

"It's always a pleasure talking to you, don't be silly," she simpered, "I'll talk to you later, go have fun!"

Namjoon said his goodbyes and hung up the phone, his eyes lingering at his lock screen a moment more. Jackson meanwhile continued to sit and smirk up at his friend, much to Namjoon's annoyance.

"What are you smirking at?" he asked as he sat down, "And how did you know my passcode?"

"Don't be mad because I know your mom's birthday," he replied, "How long have you been talking to Kimberly?"

"A few months. She's nice," Namjoon muttered quickly.

Jackson scoffed, "So was Lim Ju-eun, she seemed very nice in your old posters,"

"Oh, leave me alone," Namjoon elbowed him softly, "She's my friend, nothing more,"

"I believe you," Jackson nodded, "I also believe that if you had the opportunity to date, you would snap her up in a minute,"

"She has a boyfriend, anyway," Namjoon pointed out.

Jackson sighed, "But none of that's not stopping her from rattling around in your brain all the time,"

Namjoon rolled his eyes, deciding to reach for another beer off the table, "Jackson, whatever you're about to say, just leave it alone,"

"I'm not trying to tease you, Joon," he said, his demeanour shifting to a serious undertone, "I'm worried for you,"

"Why are you worried for me?"

"Because you're falling for somebody you clearly can't have, and if that affects your performance --"

"It's not going to affect my performance, or my duties," Namjoon assured, "I told Jin and the others; Kimberly is my friend and any affection I have for her -- or for anyone -- isn't a priority. You would do the same if it was you,"

Jackson shrugged back, his gaze averting off, "I used to think that way..." he muttered.

Namjoon cocked a brow, staring long and hard at Jackson, "Hold on -- did you meet somebody?" he asked curiously.

Jackson nodded slowly, "You can't tell the other guys,"

"I won't," Namjoon assured him.

"Haneul -- or Hannah, I guess. I met her last year, she's a student at Yonsei, and we both went to the same restaurant for lunch," he explained.

"-- Have you spoken to her?" Namjoon asked.

"A couple of times. She's a little mean at first, she absolutely hates k-pop music" he chuckled, "But the more I got to know her, the more I really came to like her. And I think she came to like me, too," the way he spoke was so wistful, words grasping for the moment as though it had just happened. Namjoon had never seen Jackson so sentimental before, he hardly ever discussed his personal life like. They were both a lot alike in that rhetoric.

"So, what happened?" Namjoon asked, feeling the 'but' of his story creeping like a stark chill.

Jackson shrugged listlessly, "I had to let her go. I knew I couldn't have her, and it wasn't fair to make her wait for God knows how long until I could renegotiate my contract," he replied, "She said she understood, but I think I fuelled her hatred of this industry even more. She hasn't replied when I tried to check in with her, I know she probably needs so space to heal but... it sucks,"

Namjoon nodded slowly, "But you still think about her?"

"More than I would like," Jackson admitted, "I had a lapse in judgement; and I know I did the right thing in the long term, but I can't help but feel I wasted her time. I never should've gotten involved with her in the first place," he turned back to Namjoon, "My point is that I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did. As much as it paints me to admit, BTS is quickly becoming a global sensation and you can't afford to have your heart broken over someone you know you can't have. Don't get attached, you have to keep your focus,"

"I am focused," Namjoon assured him, "Kimberly is just my friend, and I am gonna make sure we do what we need to do to keep us all on track," he then placed his hand on Jackson's shoulder, giving him a small squeeze, "... That doesn't mean I can't feel for your situation,"

Jackson simpered, popping the beer can open and taking a swig, "It's better this way for us. Maybe one day it'll be different, but for now..." he shook his head, "We're stuck with each other,"

Namjoon took his own can and clinked with Jackson's, "I'll cheers to that," and he took a swig. His gaze shifted again to his forearm, remembering the pressure of the pen, the swift and sharp markings when Kimberly scribbled her number on his skin. He wasn't sure why he was so full of hope back then, blinded momentarily for what could have been though he knew fully well he could never have her. Jackson was right, he had to detach himself before she consumed him, or worse he consumed her and broke her heart.

After all, April was right around the corner...

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kingofbodyrolls · 5 months

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BTS fic recs: December 2023

HAPPY NEW YEARS!! 🥳 May every single one of you lovely people out there have the best and brightest year to come ✨

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗

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BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | 💜 (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, personal favorites = 💯.

Namjoon

⭐Good Neighbor @sugaurora [0.7K] // knj x f.reader // neighbors!au, winter!au // 🥰🥰🥰

📝 Namjoon’s solitary tendencies versus the cookies. Spoiler: The cookies win.

🗨️ God, this was so fucking sweet 🥹 like sugary sweet fluffy fantastic! I loved it 💖 the way Namjoon just observes oc, and then helping her in the end 👏🏾 even though this is short, it’s fucking brilliant. The writing is just 😘😘 like I wished there was so much more, but I’m also so pleased with just what is 😌

⭐A Word from our Sponsors 💯 @ugh-yoongi [17.5K] // knj x f.reader // podcast!au, f2l, idiots to lovers // 😂🥵🥰

📝 You’ve co-hosted a podcast with namjoon for three years; have known him even longer. the two of you have always been the picture of platonic, but that hasn’t stopped the internet from doing what the internet does. the shipping? a little weird at first, but you can understand it: two attractive twenty-somethings always in close proximity to one another, obvious (platonic!) chemistry—people have created ships for less. the fanfiction, though? also pretty funny… until you can’t stop thinking about it.

🗨️ Okay. This. Was. Exceptional ✨🥹 I am slightly speechless, so this review might be short or long or just a rambling of my dainty thoughts. Here goes: it was amazing, seriously one of the best fics I’ve ever read 😭 everything just had that perfect flow, the writing was incredible, like I can’t even speak? The characters, out of this world fantastic ✨ the whole thing, just, perfect. Perfection. I don’t know what else to call it, sorry. The world building and tension was so fucking delicious I just ate it up! 😭 And their banter and chemistry was just off the charts amazing. Perfection. And it was so fucking hilarious too!! Many times I was just laughing or chuckling, like the lovesick fool I am 😂 it was definitely worth it to stay up late tonight to finish this masterpiece ✨ And them reading the fanfiction 💀 😂 priceless ✨👏🏾

Seokjin

⭐The IKEA Test by @yoon-bug [9.1K] // ksj x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰😂

📝 One review on IKEA’s website called the BRIMNES bed frame the leading cause of divorce due to its difficult assembly. You and Seokjin had laughed when you read it. Now, you weren’t so sure.

🗨️ Their banter and all the sexual innuendos are damn hilarious! I thoroughly enjoyed this very much 💜

⭐I Don’t Think I’m Okay by @ressjeon [4K] // ksj x f.reader // slice of life, idiots to lovers!au, childhood friends!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 With many chances wasted, you couldn’t even resist anymore.

🗨️ A cute little Seokjin fic 🥰

⭐Turn Back Time 💯 by @raplinesmoon [13.3K] // ksj x f.reader // time travel!au // 🥵🥰🌩️😂

📝 After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

🗨️ Seokjin’s childhood/school was just, ugh, I really felt heartache for thirteen year old Seokjin 🥹 So very common as a kid, to wish you’re older – and then it’s just not what he expected at all. I really loved it! There were a few times I was laughing so damn hard, times where I was shedding a few tears as well. Just, incredibly good; very well written, the story was captivating and motivating, just yeah, brilliant. (Sorry, I’m suddenly bad with words). I loved the ‘lessons’ he learned, and then having the luxury (I’m using that word because we don’t have that irl) of going back to his childhood (almost like starting over) and damn it was good 👏💯

Yoongi

⭐Sinful Lust [series; ongoing] 💯 by @oddinary4bts [wordcount loading…] // myg x jjk x f.reader // established relationship, bisexual boyfriend!Yoongi, slice of life // 🥵🌩️

📝In an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating…

🗨️ Holy 😱 😱 😱 this is just completely unadulterated sin 🥵🫣 I can not describe how much I love this fic! It has A LOT of angst and at times it’s just sad reading how each character falls apart 😭 it’s amazing! If you’re into stories that will have you question your own morals and who to root for, this is for you 💖

⭐In Between the Pages of You [series; ongoing] @unique-high [wordcount loading…] // myg x f.reader // s2l // 🥰😂🌩️

📝 Yoongi fell in love with you. A girl he had never even met before. Knew everything that you were made up of within 96 pages of a worn red journal with a nirvana sticker on front, with coffee and tea-stained pages that also smelled of lilacs and summer.

🗨️ I can already tell that this story will be amazing; it’s so sweet, cute and tender. The storyline/idea is really cute and fluffy, like who wouldn’t love that?? 😭 And as someone who wrote countless journals as a teen, this one just hits differently. It’s so cute and the concept is gold 💜 I really, really look forward to reading the next chapters and what Yoongi will uncover of OC through her journal. And if he can return it to her sometime and they meet! 🥹

⭐F*ck Christmas 💯 @sailoryooons [23.4K] // myg x f.reader // f2l // 🥰🥵

📝 Making hating Christmas your entire personality was never the plan. Then again, it seems bad things only ever happen around Christmas - like discovering your fiancé cheating on you, forcing you to move back to your sleepy hometown. But Min Yoongi happens to love Christmas, and if there is one thing your very stubborn childhood crush is going to do, it’s try to reignite your Christmas spirit. Even if he has to force-feed it to you with gingerbread cookies and too-sweet eggnog.

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this sometime last year and it was perfection - it still is! ✨ It’s so so so fucking good. If you haven’t read it, please do so 🥹 it’s also one of the best Christmasy fics 💜

Hoseok

⭐Ho Ho Horrible 💯 @ugh-yoongi [5.6K] // jhs x f.reader // e2l, neighbor!au, holiday!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 (or, the one where your neighbor is a relentless christmas caroler and refuses to take a hint, but at least he's really hot.)

🗨️ No– this was just so freaking cute! 😭 Like fluffy cute and also extremely funny, just what I love. I loved this so much 💜 OC’s friendship with Tae, their banter was 💯 and then with Hobi, just so so good! It was so cute and OC’s internal dialogue is just funny 😂A really cute holiday themed Hoseok fic that I can’t recommend enough!!!! Everything was just great. Had me smiling and giggling a few times – please go read it 🥹💜

⭐Started with a Sparkle, now we’re on Fire @the-boy-meets-evil [6.5K] // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 You're feeling self conscious about your recent break-up and hoseok is more than happy to teach you a thing or two.

🗨️ Really really good! I really liked it 💜 I really loved how both sweet and demanding Hoseok was, guiding oc through everything.

Jimin

⭐Couchsurfer 💯 @heartbeatan [6K] // pjm x f.reader // s2l // 🥵🥰

📝 This was left intentionally blank 🫥

🗨️ Omg this was so fucking good! 💯 First, really well written and the pacing was lovely, even though it’s short and one night they spend together 🥹 the build up of their tension and their chemistry was off the charts! So impeccably done! Fuck. I loved it ✨ it’s insane how good this story is and Jimin is just so sweet, romantic and nasty 🥵 I can’t tell you how turned on I got by the description of how Jimin handled OC, like damn 🥵 this is so fucking good, please don’t sleep on the this beauty 💖 Normally, I’m not one for one night stands, because I catch feelings for the characters, but this has a lovely ending that I loved - so fucking good!

Lol. Can not stop screaming about this one. Please go read it, fuck. PLEASE 😌 ✨

⭐Paper Hearts @namfinessed [9K] // pjm x f.reader // f2l, college!au // 🥰

📝 hearts fragile like paper, tear it or don’t?

🗨️ I think it is both cute and heartwarming, with their foolishness and stubbornness towards each other. I loved how the fic becomes full circle with the description of love by both Jimin and reader and then again at the end - really, really beautiful! 😍 I really loved this, it was well written, their friendship and love really shined through too! If you haven’t read this one yet, you really should 💜

Taehyung

⭐The Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles [series] by @gimmethatagustd [14K] // kth x f.reader // frenemies to lovers // 🥵

📝 You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.

🗨️ At first I did not realize that this was a series, therefore I’ve linked to the masterlist, lol. Anyway, this series is just so fucking hot, like WHAT 🥵 There’s a lot of banter and their mutual ‘hatred’ for each other just makes this hit incredible hard. Really amazing ✨

⭐Loverboy 💯 by @kookslastbutton [7.1K] // kth x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.

🗨️ These coworkers gotta go, okay?! 😠🤣 Planting seeds of doubt in OC’s head, no, no. Tae to the rescue!! He is so sweet in this too, yes a real ‘loverboy’ 😍 Gosh and then best friend Jimin - that was just pure gold, their relationship and how he helps OC 🥹 That is friendship goals!! A sweet, loving and comforting Taehyung fic - I loved it ✨

⭐Hush, yeah? [series; ongoing/hiatus] by @kithtaehyung [wordcount loading…] // kth x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, music festival!au // 🥵

📝 Who knew an innocent accident could turn things so dirty..

🗨️ Pure gold ✨ — I don’t really have much to say, except GO READ IT.

⭐Under wraps by @jungkxook [15K] // kth x f.reader // e2l, fake dating // 🥵🥰

📝 There’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.

🗨️ I just love me some good enemies to lovers AU 🥵 the relationship between OC and tae is really good, I think the tension between them was well built 👏🏾 I loved how their relationship unfolded and grew through their fake dating 🥹 the way OC realized she had feelings for him, but he had showed her before in his subtle moves, how much more he relaxed in her presence. I loved the interaction between oc and tae’s parents too, the way that they could obviously tell that OC was head over heels 😂 ah just, It was really really good! It was funny, it was comforting, and such a lovely read around Christmas! And the smut was sweet and tender (also hot!) 😍 a really great fic that I’ll add to my Christmas re-reads for years to come ✨ I loved it! Please go read it if you haven’t already 🥹

⭐Somebody Else 💯 by @jamaisjoons [4.2K] // kth x f.reader ft. yoongi // established relationship + post break up!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 Yoongi doesn’t want you anymore. but he can’t stand watching you with someone else.

🗨️ Holy s– 🥵 I don’t even know where to begin with this one! It’s really good and the that is mainly from Yoongi’s pov makes it truly special – he is observing them and damn is it hot 🥵 Aish, really good 💯

Jungkook

Nothing this month 😞 — I AM SO SORRY that I haven’t read any with JK this month (though he is featuring in some with the other members). My JK ‘to read’ list is the LONGEST imao 😂 I’ll hopefully do better next month – but you can always check my Jungkook Library 💜

I have spend most of December being on holiday/time off, which gave me a lot of time to write my own stuff, which in the end gave me less time to read 😣 But it’s all good! I loved getting some stories and thoughts out of my head and now there’s space to read and obsess over other’s stories again 😀

Borahae 💜

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looking out for you

— summary ; an ex lover should always stay an ex lover, but this girl just can’t seem to let him or his present lovers go, and neither can they.

— pairing ; idol!bts x idol!oc

— genre ; fluff, most definitely angst, poly!au, romance, idol!au, exes to friends to lovers!au

— word count ; 3k

— warnings ; subtle mention of alcoholism and drugs addiction, mention of negative past (neglect, self-raising), mention of death of drugs

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WHO IS KANG AERIS?

On June 11th, 2015, Kang Aeris, a female trainee of Linear Enterprises, a company dedicated to shine the spotlight on talented individuals and groups both young and old, debuted with her best friend of three of five of her trainee years.

Kang aspires to be the reason youngsters choose to believe in something they lost hope in. She, alongside Hyun Jang-Mi, “hope to provide a sanctuary, a safe place, for those who need it. We cannot be there in person for them, but we hope to be there for them through our songs, a sort of… communication from one person to another.”

—Quoted from June 27th, 2017 during an interview found here: www.koreaboo

Kang Aeris was found to be battling with her own mental health after confessing to thousands of fans on her Instagram live (from December 12th, 2017) that she faced many hardships growing up. She revealed to have a guardian, and not parents as they refused to take responsibility for their actions and for their children’s childhood. Kang had also said that there were many times when her father would be present and sober, but he would fall victim to drugs and alcohol once again while her mother was diagnosed with Bipolar and Schizophrenia, making her extremely difficult to deal with and therefore she was found to have died by an overdose of heroin. Her father died of liver, heart and kidney failure as his toxic drinking (and drug) habits finally caught up him. That left Kang in a very awkward situation: what would happen to her and her siblings? The order of the siblings from first to last born: Jae-hee (f), Aeris (f), Lilly (f), Hyeon (m), Hye-sook (m) and Iseul (f). The idol was left to fend for herself and her siblings.

Due to Kang’s refusal of the continuation of detail from her childhood, no other confirmed allegations have been brought up since her physical argument with a saesang, who overstepped her boundaries and was put to the floor after making an inappropriate comment to her face. The saesang was announced to have been fine, only being bruised around the eye, a broken nose and a fractured wrist. She herself had a lot to say about the damage done to her, a lot of which we will not be able to disclose due to the inappropriate language used. But, who’s with me when I say I was rooting for Kang? ‘Cause damn! That woman may only be 5’5” but she has some strength.

Kang Aeris was born October 31st, 1997 and, with photographic evidence, was proved to have attended the same school and class as BTS’ Jeon Jungkook, and even dated him before his debut! It was said that the two were very close but when Jeon continued his path to a bright future of an idol career, the two grew apart, petty arguments aroused frequently — whether at school or on a day outisde of school —, they barely showed affection and the cherry on top: Jeon had fallen in love with his older hyungs, who he is now in a happily committed relationship with — yes, all seven of the BTS members are dating!

Kang’s management confirmed in the early days of July that she had not dated anyone since their breakup, causing rumours to arise between the two old lovers.

To read more on our star of the week, the link below will direct you to our main website, where we reveal the juiciest, the thickest secrets of our beloved idols!

—Article 382, IdolFind

Jang-Mi being angry was an understatement. “What absolute bullshit!” She yelled over the phone. “I can’t believe them right now! You’re in Seoul, without me, and the public are gonna start on you, I just know it!”

Aeris stayed quiet for a second before deciding her next words carefully. “I’ll be okay, Mimi. I have security, and it’s only the MAMA’s, so it’ll be packed with idols so fans, saesangs and the public can’t get to me.” She explained. “They won’t even be able to reach me on stage.” Her eyes flickered to the window that displayed a clear, beautiful view of a sunset over the large city of Seoul. “Plus, you’ll be here soon anyways.”

“Mhm.” She replied. “Sure, sure, and why don’t we just throw in the fact that BTS are gonna be there too!” Jang-Mi was protective over her maknae, and refused any type of harm to touch her because they had a sister-type bond, nothing more, nothing less. “Rumours are gonna spread the second you walk in after them, I can guarantee that.” She huffed, “Just like the moment me and Eloise met in France, and suddenly everyone was all over us.”

Aeris chuckled. “But you two are actually dating, and Jungguk… well—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence because I know you’re acting in the heat of the moment and rethinking everything. Don’t, cheonsa, please don’t do this to yourself. Not again.” Jang-Mi pleaded, voice stuttering with emotion. She sounded like she was going to cry, and Aeris couldn’t blame her. The last time Aeris thought of Jungkook in that particular way, it wasn’t pretty; she became depressive, rarely responded to her older sister and Jang-Mi alike, until she ended up attempting a threat on her life. That attempt was painful, and Aeris was in mental pain whenever she thought of it, she could still feel certain parts of her body shaking with spilling blood and the pain—

“I have to go, cheonsa.” Jang-Mi said, disappointment clear in her voice. She sighed into the receiver and the two said their goodbyes, both wanting to stay on longer, but Aeris needed to get dressed and ready while Jang-Mi was still on her way from the airport, having to get dressed in the limousine on the way. “I’m on my way, so sit tight, yeah? I’ll be with you soon.”

After her best friend hung up, all the lonely woman could do was gaze and admire the sun setting beneath to buildings in the distance, small rays making their way in between the tall structures. Clouds slowly drifted past as the different light shades of the horizon turned darker with the passing time. Before she knew it, an hour had passed and she had two hours before having to make attendance at the award show.

She stood up from the bed, shaking her head lightly to get rid of her sudden dizziness as the door opened, revealing her two other members, make up and clothing artists and her manager. They clustered into the room with a trolly containing their accessories for the night.

“Okay, girls,” Su-Yeon, their manager, started, gesturing for the the three of them to crowd around her, “tonight will be a bit difficult to comprehend but I’ll make sure to explain it while you get ready and again on the way, yeah?” She looked between the girls and they nodded with determined smiles. “Okay, good plan. Now, go.” She responded with a smile of her own as the girls were ushered to their own small station by their team to get them ready.

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Jang-Mi swiftly closed the door behind her and the car took off almost instantly. “What a call, am I right?” She laughed, and Victoria shook her head at her.

“You’re lucky,” the latter started, “we almost left without you, dodo.”

The former frowned playfully, “I love you too, itty bitty titty vicci.” It was her time to smirk as the woman in question choked on her spit.

Mabel and Aeris shared a look of amusement before chuckling together. The two maknaes were close, but not as close as Aeris was to Jang-Mi as the two of them had trained together for three years. Mabel was closer to Victoria as they shared many interests and factors and enjoyed each other’s company quite frequently, whether it was going for a walk, reading together, dancing, producing or vocal practice, they did it together. Their bond was almost as powerful as Jang-Mi and Aeris’, who instantly hit it off the second they met.

Aeris leaned against Mabel’s shoulder, the older woman softly dropping her head on top. She loved moments like these: Victoria and Jang-Mi playfully arguing while she and Mabel sat back and watched it happen. Moments like those helped her stay calm and relaxed, and she needed all the calming sentiments as possible because MAMA was a big deal for her. Ever since the MAMA’s were created, Aeris was interested. She wanted to do what the artists did, she wanted to sing and dance and perform for thousands, if not millions.

A dream, she called it.

A moneymaker, her parents called it.

She didn’t care about them, though. They did nothing to help her raise herself and her siblings, they didn’t care about any of them because if they did then they wouldn’t have done what they had. She almost felt bad whenever she thinks of the fate they came to be; ashes in an urn, to which no one visits.

Aeris closed her eyes, trying to calm her nerves when the weight of Mabel’s head on her own was lifted and her shoulder suddenly disappeared. She peeped an eye open and there sat Jang-Mi in all her glory, smoothing down her hair before replacing Mabel’s old position. “You okay, bubs?” The elder asked. She received a quiet hum. “Just focus on your breathing.” She whispered, “Suyeon-ssi is going to explain tonight’s plan and I’ll tell you when we’re seated, yeah?” Another quiet, but hesitant hum.

The rapper smiled, before leaning the side of her head on Aeris’, ready to listen to her manager. Victoria and Mabel sat with no spare space between them. They’re like each other’s anchor, Suyeon mused to herself.

The manager cleared her throat. “Now, when we get there, we need big smiles, teeth and even gums if possible. I’m looking at you, Mabel.”

Mabel grinned in response.

“Victoria, you’re the leader, therefore, you’ll be getting out first and it will be absolutely packed — I spoke to Daniel about it, it’s pretty chaotic. You need to make sure these three don’t go wandering, but whatever you do, stick together as much as possible, okay?”

Victoria nodded sternly.

Suyeon turned to Jang-Mi, who immediately perked up, but not enough to disturb her occupied best friend. “Jang-Mi, it is important for you to stay by Aeris’ side all night, okay? If she goes to the bathroom, so do you. If she wants to speak to another group, so do you. If she does absolutely anything, you need to be there as well.” The bleached-blonde shook her head in agreement. “We can’t risk the paparazzi or saesangs getting sight of her. She won’t be able to handle them on her own.”

Jang-Mi smiled, looking down at her maknae. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Great.” Suyeon turned to stare out the window as car came to a slow stop. The flashing and shuttering of the cameras awoke Aeris as she sat up and prepared herself for the worst, mind still slightly foggy from her short trance. She busied herself with preparation of checking up on her make-up and smoothing down the creases in her clothing.

“Oh, and Jang-Mi?” Suyeon asked, opening the door and allowing Victoria to step out, Mabel following.

“Keep her far away from Jeon.”

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The venue sparkled and shimmered with circling bright lights. Idols from varieties of different groups, and soloists, were crammed into the bottom, near the centre stage as fans of many surrounded the upslope sides, lights sticks raised and waving.

Jang-Mi held tightly onto Aeris’s hand as they walked down the steps, the two girls in sync with the others movements. Victoria led the way, manoeuvring past different people and seatings to find their own space. Luckily, it wasn’t too far from the stage, and therefore, it would be a lot easier access to backstage to get ready before they performed. Aeris scanned the area, a breath of relief escaped her when she realised she was out of the clear and confidence striking her as the coast, she deemed, was clear.

They reached their assigned seating. With twenty or so minutes to spare and the camera’s already rolling, the four of them decided to chatter amongst themselves.

“What… is your biggest flaw?” Mabel dragged out, her chin rested on her open palm as she awaited an answer. Victoria instantly shot up. “Go on.”

Victoria cleared her throat. “Forgetfulness.” She answered proudly. Jang-Mi scoffed. The younger of the two held a sharp look. “What?”

Jang-Mi chuckled. “Don’t worry.”

“No, no. I will worry. Tell me.”

“Share with the group!” Mabel clapped excitedly, a large smile on her lips.

Jang-Mi shared a look with Aeris, who raised an eyebrow with a smirk. The latter turned to Victoria. “Forgetfulness, sure, but you’re forgetting your Egoism.” She leaned back onto the palm of her hands as her best friend placed a hand on her thigh, the placement just above her knee.

Mabel laughed. “My flaw is I have no flaws.” She flipped her long hair back over her shoulder.

“I refuse to believe that.” Jang-Mi scoffed again.

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Jungkook couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. They wandered from her face, to her crossed legs and to her boot-clad feet. She was still as beautiful as the day he left her. Fingers appeared in front of his vision, blocking and blurring Aeris’ figure. It was Jimin. His hyung looked at him in concern.

“What’s wrong, kook?” He asked, his hand coming up to rub Jungkook’s bicep soothingly.

“It’s nothing, hyung.” The maknae’s eyes rotated away from his lover to the woman sitting there, legs still crossed, still leaning on her arms. Her smirk was gone but she was laughing. What he would do just to hear her beautiful laughter again.

Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed, following his eye line to see his younger lover’s first love. His heart dropped. If she was here, then rumours will arise, especially with himself and his partners seated so close to hers. Jimin watched as Aeris threw her head back and laughed at something one of her band mates had said. A smile appeared on her face, and he himself couldn’t help the upward twitch of his own lips. He bit his lips to stop his smile, turning around to the others and leaving Jungkook to stare.

Seokjin, Yoongi and Hoseok were conversing about what take-out they wanted after the group got back to their hotel while Namjoon and Taehyung admired the lights and staging. Jimin’s worry only worsened when he realised Jungkook was still gazing at her, his facial features relaxed and adoring.

What he would do to see him not stare at her like that.

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The dress change had been very quick, along with the make up and hair. Microphones were removed from them the second they finished their routine and disappeared off-stage.

It had been exhilarating.

The four women were released from back stage and made their way back to their seating arrangement. Mabel and Aeris fell behind Victoria and Jang-Mi, who conversed and poked fun at one another, like sisters (just less violent). Aeris smiled unconsciously.

“You did good out there, you know?” Mabel said softly, looking at her maknae with something she wasn’t able to identify.

She nodded slowly, exhaling. “You did too, SB.”

“You didn’t just call me that.” Mabel scoffed in disbelief. They walked past a couple girl groups on their way. “I thought we dropped that.”

Aeris smirked, shaking her head. “Definitely not, it was too good to pass up.” As Mabel went to rant about how she did actually know how to cook smoked bacon properly, and almost burning down the dorms wasn’t entirely her fault, but Jang-Mi’s as well, she locked eyes with brown.

A man. A man she knew all too well.

Min Yoongi, present lover of her past lover.

His feline eyes softened a smidge, before hardening as he stared her down. Her breath had been stolen as she ambled past with Mabel droning on. The second they walked past, she could still feel his eyes on her back, burning through her clothing, through the skin on her back and into her soul.

Aeris inhaled deeply, eyes widened as she moved on. She hadn’t recovered, despite her putting on a mask of calmness, as she sat down. Her eyes scanned the stage, bright lights invading her clear view as another group performed. She dared to glance his way, only to see him leaning forward, elbows rested on his knees, hands lazily clasped between the space, his eyes on her every move. Her eyes averted. Her breath quickened.

“Why is so he so beautiful, but so damn scary.”

“Did you say something, bubs?” Jang-Mi looked over at her, eyebrow raised. Aeris’ eyes met hers as she immediately composed herself. She nodded hurriedly, a sudden yawn escaping her mouth. Her hand moved to cover her action.

“Yeah.” She mumbled, tired, and longing to go back to the hotel and sleep everything off.

Jang-Mi shrugged, nodding. “If you say so.” Yet, her suspicions were hidden, she turned around to continue watching the other two interact, eyes glancing between them and the sight of her frizzled friend.

Hello Hello! :D

I just wanted to quickly say that this is a draft of something I started almost forever ago and I wanted to alter it and work with it as much as possible, so it wouldn’t go to total waste.

If so, I am considering converting it to an ‘x reader’ instead of an original character. Although, I haven’t decided yet and even then it would take a lot to turn a new page and avert everything to something like that. It’s still in considering, though.

I also just wanted to say I have no update schedule and such cause I’m going to be very busy with counselling and personal as such things. I will update whenever can. Hopefully soon though, because I quite like what I’m doing with this work.

But, anyways,

until next time, my loves <3

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Bitter(Sweet) | JWW

Bitter(Sweet)

Pairing: Wonwoo x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞; NSFW

Genre: Infidelity!AU; exes!AU; angst; smut; some fluff

Warnings: cussing; sexually suggestive language; clit play; protected sex; questionable morals; open conversation about infidelity; hurt without comfort

Word count: 4.8K words

Summary: You and Wonwoo reunite to celebrate a special evening.

A/N: If you don't like reading about cheaters - you are free to skip! Thank you, Sim @/roaminginthenights for your notes. They added more depth and nuance to the story in so many words. I appreciate you, my friend!

A/N2: Originally posted on my SVT sideblog but I've decided to merge everything on main now. I also have a version of this fic with BTS' Namjoon, if you choose to read it with that character.

You’re sitting in the airport parking lot, tapping your fingers happily to the beat of the song playing on your car radio. You glance at the time, it wouldn’t be too long; he’d be walking out of those doors soon. Until then, you continue to hum to the song.

Tonight is special. A night you didn’t think you’d ever celebrate again. Yet here you were, in a rental car, in a town you’d left years before.

Other than one particular overnight reservation, there are no other formal plans. You’d order takeout and perhaps pick up a bottle of wine or two from the corner store.

Your phone rings. You bring it up to check the caller ID and smile when you recognize the name flashing on the screen.

“Hi, honey!”

“Hi mom,” your daughter greets you on speakerphone.

“Is everything okay?”

She goes on to ask permission to do a facemask with her cousin. While she rambles on about other activities they have planned for their sleepover, you distantly hear the passenger door open. You quickly turn your head to smile at him then bring your pointer finger to your lips signaling him not to say a word.

“Mom? Helloooo? Are you listening to me?”

You scramble to get back to your call as your passenger shuts the door. “Uh–sure, honey. That all sounds great. Just make sure you get some sleep and listen to auntie, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And you know I told you that I have a late-night meeting so no phone calls but you can always text–”

“I know, mom.” She’s exasperated in a manner that only middle-schoolers who know it all would be. You exchange ‘I-love-you’s’ before she ends the call.

And now, you can properly greet your new arrival.

“Hi,” Wonwoo says.

“Hi,” you greet him with a smile. “That was Yuna.”

“So I heard,” he smiles. “Is she sleeping over at Emma’s?”

You nod. “She’s thrilled. It’s a school night and she gets to stay up late with her favorite cousin.”

He chuckles. “I don’t know if I can top organic facemasks when she comes over next week, but I’ll try.”

“I’m sure she’ll be happy with whatever you’ve got planned for her.”

“Right. As long as she’s happy.”

You nod then let out a long sigh before telling him, “You know, at some point, we need to stop meeting like this.” That’s what you also said last time. And the time before that. You’re fully aware of it and you think that if you say it enough times, you believe it and actually stop.

“I know,” he breathes out before cupping your nape to bring your face to his, sealing his lips over yours. You don’t pull away or give any hint of protest. You melt right into him, your mouth parting to let his tongue savor you.

You miss this. You miss him.

Somehow, you find the willpower to wrench yourself away from him. “Easy there. We’re still in the parking lot.”

You can see the mischief in his eyes even through his glasses. “So? It’s not like that’s stopped us before.” His hands trail between your legs, cupping your heat.

“I know but,” you gently push his hand away. “We have a reservation and it’s late so we should probably get going.”

He sighs, relenting. “Okay.” He reaches back for the seatbelt then stops short of buckling in. “By the way, happy anniversary,” he grins.

You feel a flutter in your chest and your cheeks warm up. “Happy anniversary,” you reply.

******

Wonwoo scrolls through his phone, scanning for the email confirmation that contained the security code and instructions to unlock the rental.

“Are you sure you have it?”

You are both standing on the front porch of your Airbnb, using your phone's flashlight to help him see his phone better. He was nearly blind as a bat, especially in the dark, even with his glasses on.

“I’ve got it! Trust me.” He scrolls some more until he exclaims, and finally sees the coveted email.

He carefully punches the code on the door’s keypad until you hear it chime, confirming that you’ve gained access.

You walk through the door and into this place that is known to you. But seeing it again after so long, makes it feel unfamiliar.

The first thing you notice is that the foyer has been redone. The divider wall that used to separate the kitchen and living room has since been knocked down to give it a more ‘open’ layout.

The furniture is all generic. Not much thought was put into picking them out. The colors also don’t provide much contrast to the equally bland walls. It all blends in but not in a good way.

“Why is everything so white?” You remark.

“It supposedly gives the illusion of a bright and open space.” Wonwoo sets your bags at the base of the staircase.

“Feels more like a hospital to me,” you reply dryly, to his amusement. He moves into the kitchen, helping himself to the contents of the cupboards.

You follow behind, wandering over to the counter, where there is a binder listing the ‘house rules.’

“No parties, no loud music,” you read random bullet points out loud. “Quiet time at 10PM. Interesting.”

His arms circle your waist from behind, and you feel him nuzzle into your neck, planting a soft kiss. “Can you stay quiet after 10PM?” He murmurs against your skin.

“Shut up,” you giggle and break out of his hold and playfully pinch him on his side. “Only if you keep your hands to yourself after 10PM,” you tease him back, making him burst into laughter.

You walk around the place some more, scanning and assessing. You’re surprised at how many more modifications have been made. Gone were the warm, earthy tones that you painted the living room and the kitchen.

What was wrong with the way things were before? The interior designer you hired found a great way to marry modern and vintage concepts!

You shake your head in mild irritation.

The upstairs bedrooms feel just as desolate with the plain white, sanitized walls. At least the new owners attempted to break the monotony with a few framed watercolor prints and scenic photographs, no doubt purchased from a big-box store.

You find yourself standing in the midst of your old master bedroom. You see hints of the old furnishings layered with the new. It certainly wasn’t how you remembered it.

“Huh.” Wonwoo says when he walks in. “Why didn’t we think of putting the bed against that side of the room before?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Because you get up to go to the bathroom more often than I do so that’s why we put it on the side that was closer to the en suite.”

His mouth drops slightly with a soft ‘ah,’ in sudden realization. “Well, I’ll have to admit, you were right. You should have ignored me and gone with your original plan.”

“I appreciate you acknowledging that, years later.” You roll your eyes and brush past him on your way out. “But as you know, marriage is about compromise,” you call past your shoulder.

“I’m ordering the pizza!” Your voice echoes down the staircase.

Wonwoo spends a few more minutes in this room, allowing himself to reminisce before finding the strength to tear himself away and rejoin you in the kitchen.

******

You’re sitting at your old kitchen counter, eating pizza and sharing a bottle of wine that Wonwoo ended up stealing from the owner’s kitchen. When you question him as to whether the alcohol was included in your AirBnB reservation, he shrugs and promises to replace it instead.

“So, are you seeing anyone?”

You stop mid-bite, taken aback by his question. “Wow, already?”

“What? I’m just making conversation.” He says casually as he takes a sip of wine. “And I’m nosy,” he snickers.

You giggle at his admission. “Nope, not seeing anyone. I had–what I thought was a connection a month ago…but that was a false flag. I’ve decided to hang back, take a break…be alone for a bit, you know? I’m not really looking for anything serious anyway.”

His expression turns sullen. He clears his throat before saying, “I thought you had a connection with Seojun. Things looked pretty serious.”

The reminder of your fatal mistake doesn’t sting as much as it did before. And he wasn’t as angry and bitter when he brings it up.

“Seojun was…” you sigh, collecting your thoughts so as not to create unnecessary ripples in this still water. “He was good for me at the time. He was who I needed at the time. But long-term?” You scrunch your face and shook your head. “I didn’t think that far down the road.”

He used to always ask ‘why.’ Why did you do what you did? Why did you make those choices?

You were together for five years before you married. Two years later, you had Yuna and everything seemed picture-perfect. You thought that you were doing well and that you might really have a knack for marriage and monogamy. It was a point in your relationship when you thought that nothing could ever break you.

But it turns out that anything and everything can break you.

Seojun came along and it was as if something that had long been dormant ignited within you. You thought it would be a one-off, but it wasn’t. For months you thought Wonwoo would suspect whether anything felt off. It wasn’t like you were trying to get caught but maybe some part of you wanted him to catch you. But that didn’t happen. Instead, he seemed happily blissful in his own world, seeing everything through rose-colored lenses.

You pick up your wine glass and tip the contents into your mouth, emptying it. When you set it back down on the counter, you look at him, staring at you.

“But you loved him, right?” He asks between mouthfuls of pizza.

You pause for a few long beats before responding. “Sure. In a way, yeah.” Your answer is noncommittal but the truth was, you didn’t know for sure if what you felt for Seojun was love. It certainly wasn’t the same as what you felt for Wonwoo. He was in his own category.

“I don’t get it though. Why would you want to be alone?”

You scoff and straighten in your seat, feeling the urge to be defensive. “I don’t get why you’re suddenly concerned about my choice to be alone.”

“No, sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” He switches tact, sensing that your walls start to go back up. “I remember back then, you used to say that a lot…that you like being alone and that you didn’t believe in marriage or lifelong partnership. And yet–you still agreed to marry me when I asked. So no, I don’t believe that your ultimate desire or goal is to be alone.”

You pour yourself another glass. “You were different. Being with you, what we had–it made me want to prove myself wrong. That perhaps I do have the marriage gene in me and I can make it last.” You pick at a piece of pepperoni on your slice. “I’d like to believe that I did. I tried to keep things together to make things work for us.”

Wonwoo reaches for your hand and brushes his fingers over your knuckles in an attempt to console you.

“Turned out well, right?” You remark sarcastically, throwing your free hand up in defeat. “I failed. So, I conclude that I just don’t have it in me.”

“The marriage gene?”

“Uh-huh. I’m doomed!” You laugh darkly.

You were happily resigned to that fact. Wonwoo was a beautiful anomaly. While your time may have been short-lived, it still added meaning to your generally doomed perspective on marriage and relationships.

His fingers curl around your hand to give it a reassuring squeeze. “For what it’s worth, I thought you were great at it.”

You smile wistfully and bring his hand up to your lips to kiss it. “Thank you. That’s kind of you to say.”

******

You were in the upstairs bathroom washing up when Wonwoo excused himself to retrieve a couple of things from his jacket pocket downstairs when his phone starts buzzing.

“Hello?” He answers.

“Hey, how’s it going? I’ve been trying to reach you. How was your flight?” the female voice says on the other line.

He clears his throat and hides away in what used to be his office. “Uh, yeah. Sorry, sweetheart. You know how it is at my dad’s house. The reception’s shit.”

“Why are you whispering?” She asks.

“Dad just fell asleep. You know how he’s such a light sleeper.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re right. Do you think you’ll be able to finish up whatever you need to over there? I have some miles on my card and fly out tomorrow to come over and help?”

“No, that won’t be necessary,” Wonwoo tells her calmly. “Dad and I are just about done packing up some of his old things here so, he’ll be ready to move into the facility. He’s really looking forward to it.”

“Is he? That’s great.”

“Yeah. Anyway, I have to go. I’m trying to sort through a few more of his things here while he sleeps. I work faster when he doesn’t stop to admire each item and talk about what it meant to him.”

“Okay. Just call me if your flight changes. I love you!”

He hears the floorboard creak and looks up from his seat to find you leaning against the door frame, dressed in nothing but a black lace teddy. Biting his lower lip, he says, “I love you, too.”

As soon as he hangs up, he tugs at your wrist and ravishes you.

******

“You think she’d ever suspect anything between us?” You wonder out loud while you both lay naked in your former marriage bed, basking in your post-sex high.

He shakes his head adamantly. “I think ‘you and me’ is the last thing on her mind.”

You laugh at how confident he made that sound.

“I’m serious!” He says firmly. “This is not even remotely on her list of possibilities! She knows what happened between us so this is highly unlikely for her.”

You sit up against the headboard and stare at him in disbelief. “You told her about us?”

He shrugs, not seeing the problem with it. “It was all part of my therapy and healing process so…yeah. I told her everything.”

“So, does she think I’m, like, the devil incarnate or something?” You try to mask the pang of guilt in your chest by making light of it.

“Nah. She doesn’t really think about you.” Then he immediately adds, “I’m not saying that to be hurtful or dismissive. I think at the time she thought she was somebody who could, I don’t know, put me back together or something.”

Even though you’ve both said your pieces over the years and talked things over, traded apologies, and accepted them, it still felt inadequate.

“I’m sorry,” you say instinctively.

He sits up to mirror your posture and dips his head to kiss your bare shoulder. “You’ve said that already.”

“Yeah but–” He cuts you off mid-sentence with another kiss, his lips lingering over yours.

“No buts. We’re good, okay? I’m good.” He reassures you.

But you press him anyway. “Okay, I’m sorry to keep dropping the reality check here but what if she finds out?”

He sighs, a wry smile on his lips. “If she does…” he trails off without finishing his thought. He straightens his posture, turning serious. “I guess you could say that I’m no longer scared of being labeled the bad guy. I spent a good chunk of my life trying to do the right thing and being a good person. Always doing what is morally acceptable.”

You tilt your head at him in curiosity. He’s changed a lot, but just like your old house, even though the fixtures have been replaced, walls knocked down and repainted, and furniture layout rearranged, you can still see hints of what it used to be.

He’s still the same Wonwoo you fell in love with, beneath this new cynical, detached exterior. He wasn’t always open about his emotions but in the rare cases that he would wear his heart on his sleeve, you saw and felt it.

Right now, he was baring his soul to you.

“I’m not saying that I’m proud of it. You know, the affairs. I have needs that she can’t fulfill,” he shrugs. “There’s acceptance on my part. I’m not trying to claim righteousness or hide behind morals. And that’s okay. I’m okay with that!”

You’re silent as you take in his ruminations. In a way, it saddens you that he’s adopted this perspective. You always knew him as an idealist–someone who, as he said himself, ‘always did the right thing.’ Which was why it crushed him when you confessed your infidelity.

He stares at you for a minute before breaking into a chuckle. “What?”

“What?” You echo, your eyebrows furrowing.

“Say something!” He laughs.

“I mean, what do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know! Anything. Scold me or, I don’t know…tell me that this isn’t right. ‘Your wife doesn’t deserve this! You’re a terrible husband!’” He says jokingly.

“I am the last person to judge, okay? If it doesn’t keep you up at night…” you trail off.

He nods at that.

But then you cock your eyebrow at him, picking up on what he said moments ago. “So, ‘affairs?’ You mean, there’s more?”

“I had some fling a few months ago. It was meaningless,” he add quickly, as if that contributed to anything. “And there were a couple of one-night stands but I don’t think they count.”

“Mm…” you hum vaguely.

******

Wonwoo cracks open another bottle of wine and brings it upstairs, where you both drink in bed and continue to trade stories.

“I didn’t really want to get married again. We were having a good time and she’s great,” he recounts the early days of his new relationship. “Sometimes it’s easy to confuse great sex with love.”

“Mm-hmm. Speak for yourself,” you remark.

He smirks at your comment. “But…there she was, down on one knee, asking me to marry her. And so I did. We’ve been living together anyway so, might as well, right?” He shifts and changes his tone, feeling the need to clarify that he’s not a complete asshole. “I hope you’re not taking this the wrong way but she and I are good. We’re comfortable. It’s like, we speak the same language.”

He’s tipsy and babbling but you let him. “That’s great,” you smile softly, taking a sip of wine.

“The sex is not.” You nearly choke at his revelation. “A month after we got married–phew–” He makes a whistling sound and makes a quick, swooping gesture with his hand. “Out the door, it went.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you say with all sincerity.

He shrugs. “It is what it is.”

“But don’t you love her?”

He purses his lips and tilts his head from side to side. “In a certain way, sure.” He mirrors your answer from earlier this evening.

You nod vaguely, letting the words hang in the air while you both fall into a comfortable silence.

After a few beats he says, “I’ll never love anyone the way I loved you. That’s a fact.”

This isn’t the first time he’s told you this. He’s declared it several times, at least once during one of your clandestine meetings.

“When we were together, I never thought we’d split up. That never occurred to me. So–what I have with her it’s…it’s an entirely different kind of love. But if or when she suddenly comes to me and asks for a divorce, I’d give it to her. I feel like that’s where this is headed anyway.” He downs the rest of his wine before setting it down on the nightstand. “I would compare it to a piece of tape. You stick it on then peel it off and try to stick it someplace else. It might take, if you tried hard enough but…it’s never quite the same.”

You lick your dried-out lips and let out a shaky breath. “God, that sounds really sad,” your voice cracks.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not sad about it so you shouldn’t be!” He maintains his lightheartedness. “I think it’s perfectly fine to have different types of love, different types of relationships. Mine happens to be unconventional.”

“Unconventional, yes. But the way you speak about it, it’s as if you’re saying that you’re totally comfortable with the fact that you’ll never truly love again. That’s what saddens me.”

“I never said that,” he says in defense. “I never said I’ll never truly love again.” Then he looks you in the eye and says matter-of-factly, “I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

The look he gives you sends an involuntary shiver down to your spine which makes its way between your legs. “Yes, but what we have is different. We’ve both gone through the worst possible thing that could happen in our relationship; which is why when you’re with me, there are no surprises. No unrealistic expectations. There’s no fear lurking around because it’s all laid out for you.”

His expression is steady and unchanged. “And I’m saying this is what works for me right now. This is what works for us–”

“Ugh, Wonwoo…” you groan, sinking back into the mattress and turning on your side, facing away from him. “That’s such a fucked up way of looking at the situation. You know how fucked up we are! We’re still reeling from how our marriage ended and…” You bury your face in your palms and groan in frustration again. “Who would have thought even after we signed those papers, that it didn’t really mean the end…Like, right that second? I wish that somebody told us that breaking up takes much longer than that.”

You feel the bed dip behind you as he scoots closer, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you flush against him. “It’s like we said, it just takes time, baby.”

“But it’s been five years!” You whine petulantly. “I just want to be done with it! You said that after we’re divorced, we’d move on and start fresh.” You turn your body around, his face is so close to yours. “Now, we’re just in this endless cycle of grief and trauma.”

You close your eyes and you feel him press his forehead on yours in silent agreement. You don’t remember how long you hold each other like that. He quiets your whimpers with the softest kisses until you both drift off to sleep.

******

“No!” Wonwoo cries out, jolting you both awake. He sits up abruptly, with his head in his hands. His back is covered in sweat and his heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest.

“Hey.” You sit up and rub circles on his back consolingly. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“Yeah,” he sniffs and wipes his tears away.

You offer to get him a drink of water but he declines. He gets out of bed and paces around the room.

“Do you want to talk to me about it?”

“Uh…” he breathes before sitting back down on the edge of the bed. “Yeah. I’m…trying to remember bits and pieces.” He takes a minute to regulate his breathing while simultaneously collecting his thoughts. “We were walking down the street, coming back from a dinner party or something. And then, we needed to cross the street for whatever reason.”

You hug your knees to your chest while you listen to him.

“I was holding your hand so we could go together but you went on and darted out into the dark road. I kept calling out to you but you kept moving farther away from me. I tried so hard to run after you but it was as if my feet were sealed into the concrete.” A tear rolls down his cheek. “I felt so helpless because I wanted to get to you and–I couldn’t see you. You were gone.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. C’mere,” You open up your arms and beckon him to come back to bed.

He obliges and nuzzles into touch. “I couldn’t get to you,” he cried.

“It was just a dream, baby.” You whisper calmly into his ear, rubbing his back to console him.

He burrows his face into the crook of your neck. “It’s not the first time I had a dream about losing you. I’ve had different versions of that dream where you disappear into the dark and I can’t move my body to reach out to you. It’s like–I’m perpetually stuck or something.”

All you can do is listen. This was his trauma talking. You continue to rub his back and rock him gently.

“You know, sometimes I wonder if…if I’ll ever love anybody. Like, truly love them. Or maybe I’ve never been truly loved before. Maybe…maybe that’s what it means. I’ll never be able to have the ability to–“

“Hey,” you interject. You pull his face away from your shoulder and cup his cheeks. “Listen to me— I love you. In my own… twisted way. And I know that you love me. In your own way.”

He smiles ruefully, his eyes welling up with emotion.

You gaze at him, brushing his cheekbone with the pad of your thumb. “I will always love you,” you say reassuringly before bringing your lips to his.

Your gentle kisses turn hungry and you can’t help when your body responds to him instinctively. Your need for him is unrelenting.

One moment he’s telling you about a nightmare and the next, you’re wrapped up in each other’s arms, your legs on either side of his hips. It doesn’t take him long to be ready for you, especially when you’re naked and bare for him.

You undulate your hips, grinding your slick over his length. His hands gripping your waist, guiding you while you pleasure yourself with the delicious friction.

“Mm, you’re so wet for me,” he whispers, reaching between you to rub circles on your clit.

“Mm-hmm,” is all you can muster.

“You ready for me, huh?” He nips at your bottom lip.

You give him a nod and he manages to pause his ministrations to reach across the nightstand. Once he sheaths himself, he takes one swift move and slips right into your center.

Each thrust is purposeful. Your fingers grip his hair as you moan into his shoulder. He gently sinks his teeth into your tender flesh, groaning. You're both floating and it’s a special kind of high.

One look at him and you heat up to a fever pitch. You take comfort in the deep baritone of his voice, goading you, whispering his naughtiest fantasies about you when you’re apart. You feel him touch you and you know it’s what you’ve been missing. He completes you.

You move in perfect sync as if you never separated. When you’re intimate like this, the questions and doubts fade when your bodies close in, filling every gap. Your connection is unrivaled.

He pulls back. “You close?”

Not that he needed an answer but he just loves watching you come undone. He ups the ante, cupping your ass cheeks and combining deep plunges with swivels, thrusting sharply and retracting slowly. Your head lolls back, dizzy with pleasure and at the same time awed by the heights he takes you to. Places where you can simultaneously forget and remember. Where nothing and nobody else exists except you and him and the mutual passion you share.

The sweat misting his brow glistens in the dusky light, his face beginning to strain as your release crests and finally crashes down. Instantly, you shudder, the tingling becoming too much to bear, your skin too sensitive. He is attuned to your body, because he stops his movements and applies pressure where you need it, keeping your hypersensitivity at bay, as his own climax hits him hard. His growls are suppressed, his face crimson with the rush of blood to his head. Your walls squeeze him greedily, prolonging your pleasure as he empties himself into you.

Wonwoo drops you both onto the mattress, collapsing in a heap of exhaustion. He is glued to your slick chest, where he will remain for the next ten minutes, snoozing, nuzzling, and kissing your neck. You hold him and savor the moment before you part and return to the alternate realities you both worked hard to establish.

Deep down, you know you’ve ruined him. You didn’t mean to. He was nothing but an innocent bystander in your own path of self-destruction. Perhaps, as your lifelong penance, you’d spend the rest of your days assuring him that he’s not broken and that he deserves unconditional love.

You breathe into his shoulder as you settle, holding him as close as you possibly can. In your own quiet way, you're telling him that you're happy to remain like this.

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Stars to my moon

Genre: Soulmate Au! Idol Au! Angst;fluff;drama;romance, poly Au!

Pairing: ot7×f!OC

"We have been nothing but considerate of you and your feelings, while all you've given in return is rejection and cold shoulder since day one." He grits out.

when Selene's 22nd birthday doesn't go as she expected, her world turns upside down, making her resent her soulmates. Will she ever come to accept them in her life or will she continue to run away holding onto her past love?

word count: 3k (approx)

Chapter-1

It's been a month since my life turned upside down. Everything good in my life was taken from me by the universe. HE was taken from me. The days following our breakup were pretty hard. I tried to get him to change his mind about his stand but I couldn't succeed. He was pretty adamant about waiting for his soulmate now that we knew I wasn't the one.

Soulmates. A word I have grown to despise, the word that took the only thing I thought would be mine forever from me. It took away my dreams of a future with Eric, something I had since childhood, we both thought we would be endgame but guess not. Eric didn't seem much bothered by the fact that I wasn't the one. He removed himself from the equation of my life leaving me no choice but to accept. Even after he said we could still stay friends, I knew I won't be content by just staying friends, I wanted more. The last time we spoke he said we could be friends again one day when I have finally accepted the fact that we won't be together and moved on with my life and, to be honest, I don't see myself doing it. Eric is someone I would always hold in my heart even if I'm mad at him and speaking of my soulmate, well, I don't want anything to do with them, atleast not right now, not when I'm hurting so much.I don't know what I'll do or say.

The sound of my phone ringing brought me back to reality, I knew it was my mother asking about my well-being. I wasn't the only one the event took a toll on, my mother was hit pretty hard with the news of Eric not being my soulmate. She used to ship us since we were children, she had all kinds of dreams made up. I rolled my eyes as I reached for my phone placed on the coffee table.

"hola, mama!" I answered.

"Selene, baby, how are you?" my mother asked. She has been checking up on me every day since she heard the news.

"I'm good mama, I was just packing for my trip. how are you? are you sure you don't wanna come with?" I asked. Being a single mother she has always tried not to make me feel the lack of my father, so I always try to include her in my life as much as I can.

"Yes, mi hija, I'm sure. I know you need this trip. And if I go, who would look after the business?" she answered and she is right, this trip is a necessity for my mental health. Considering she is a contractual florist, her business has grown quite big this past decade.

"Do get me some gifts from your trip, okay?" she demanded.

"yes, I will. Take care mama. I have to finish packing, I have an early flight tomorrow." I said as I cut the call.

............I wake up to the sound of my alarm and get up to go to the bathroom to get fresh. As I take my clothes off, I steal a glance at my soul mark in the mirror. It's pretty, there is no denying it, if only it connected me to Eric. I sigh, trying to ignore the ache in my heart.

I step into the shower, the cold water washing down my nerves as my mind wanders off to the phenomenon of soulmates.

Soulmates came along before I was even born. On the person's 22nd birthday, a mark appears on their body, on the ring finger of males, whereas it can appear anywhere on the female's body. The marks glow when soulmates touch each other but only a kiss can connect their souls and seal their bond.

I turn off the shower and step out to get ready.

After an hour I'm waiting for my cab to pick me up as I read a text from my mom wishing me a safe flight.

Boarding my flight, I sigh as I take my seat in the first class. The flight is 14 hours long so I get comfortable, plugging in my headphones listening to Enrique Eglesias' discography. Eric loved his music, and I loved what Eric loved. The memories of our time together, our silly food fights, drunk steamy makeout sessions, sweet date nights, our first I love you's, our first time, deep talks, teasing each other during the family functions, started flooding my mind and I sniffled as I wiped the tears off my cheeks.

The sound of a throat clearing made me open my eyes as I looked up to the flight attendant asking if I wanted something.

"A glass of red wine and some fruits would be fine, Thank you. " I answered.

She nodded and went to the back.

After eating, I asked for a blanket and decided to get some sleep and give a break to my tired body.

The commotion at the exit makes me look up from my phone, as I was looking for the address of the hotel I will be staying at. The shuttering of cameras and the presence of the paparazzi make me realize that a celebrity must be coming. I go around to the back exit to avoid the commotion. I have always been fascinated by the Korean culture, I even enrolled myself in hangul learning class but Eric didn't seem to support the idea so I dropped out, but I can understand their language to an extent now. Eric thought if I wanted to learn an Asian language I should be learning of the place of my origin.

I'm a southasian girl who was adopted by a Spanish tourist. I don't remember the life before my adoption since I was only 1. Also I never really found my birthplace much intriguing as I did Korea. The respect, care and love these people show to each other has always fascinated me.

That's the reason why I chose the first place of my trip to be Korea. I don't know why, but I always wanted to learn about its culture.

A shoulder bumping into me makes me stumble back and my phone slips onto the floor, just as the plushie from the guy's hands falls.

"Mierda!" I curse as I bend down to pick up my phone only for my head to bump into his.

"Joder!" 'Aish!" the words fall from our lips at the same time. I open my eyes to see a face hiding behind a mask and a baseball cap looking back at me with his chocolate brown eyes. His soft eyes making me forget about my phone or the ache on my forehead. Our staring is interrupted when I feel his cold fingertips touching the part of my forehead where we bumped. A weird electric zap from his touch makes me fall back on my butt.

"Gwaenchaneuseyo?" he asks with worry in his eyes. I nod with wide eyes staring up at him as someone comes from behind, whispering something in his ear making the guy look back at me with apologetic eyes as he hands me my mobile and gets up to go back with the other guy, clutching his toy in his arms.

I get up, brushing off my jeans as I shake my head and move towards the exit. I give the taxi driver the address to the hotel and sit back looking out the window. The song playing on the radio catches my attention,

" Nice song, Whose the singer," I ask the driver.

"oh, singer? It's BTS, you know BTS?" he asks.

I shake my head as I reply, " No, I don't know about them but I do know of them."

" they're big in music." he tells me with a big proud smile on his face.

I nod, moving back to look out the window as my mind wanders off to the guy who ran into me at the airport.

who was that guy, I thought? his attire was pretty secretive for an airport look. And why was he even carrying a toy? maybe it was a gift for a child? is he a father? it could be for his nephew or niece? the toy was cute tho, white alpaca, with a comforting smile. how did a toy even have a comforting smile?

The driver's voice gets me out of my head as he tells me we've reached our destination. I get out and pay the driver, ready to check into my hotel and back to my slumber.

---------------------------------------------------

His body is shielded with his bodyguard's, as they walk ahead trying to dodge the cameras and screaming fans. They don't know how the news of their arrival got out since they were pretty careful about it. As he gets into the black van, taking his mask and cap off. Closing his eyes, he leans his head back on the seat. His mind wanders off to the girl he bumped at the airport as a smile takes over his features.

The voice of his member brings him back to reality.

"Jinnie Hyung!" Jimin says, the tone of his voice makes the elder look at him with question in his eyes.

"Your finger Hyung!" he exclaims with excitement, pointing at his fingers.

His words make Jin look down at his hand and his eyes widen in shock.

He knows what that means, the soul mark on his ring finger glowing.

It wasn't there when he got off the plane so he must have touched his soulmate at the airport. Maybe one of the fans? Or maybe the girl-

He holds his breath as the realization of that girl being his soulmate sinks in.

Jin has been waiting for his soulmate for 7 years now. Being 29 and without a soulmate took a toll on him, and just as he accepted the fact that maybe in his line of work there's not many chances of meeting his soulmate, she appeared. He looks at the star on his ring finger.

Her amber, almond-shaped eyes, there was something behind them so hypnotizing. The little mole beneath her eyes stood out on her wheatish complexion. She must be a tourist considering her language.

Was it French? No, It was Spanish I guess, Yes. She's from Spain? But she didn't look like a Spaniard. She could be Mexican too.

He shakes his head trying not to overthink. All he needs to do now is find her before she goes back. The giggling of the Maknaes reminds him that he's not alone. He looks at them,

" Already daydreaming Hyung? Do you know who they are?" Jungkook asks making him shake his head in reply.

"No, But I might have an idea"

"You'll find them Hyung, don't worry."

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For my last night in Seoul, I thought about visiting the Han river once again. The calm and peace I get from this place is what I needed.

The past week here has taught me so much about the culture. This place, even after spending only a week, makes me want to stay here forever. The warmth I feel here, the welcoming nature of the people, makes me consider building a home here.

Having a home here with Eric wouldn't have been so bad. My hand goes to hold the star of my necklace as I think about him. My eyes looking up at the starry sky.

"here, you see that?" I say, pointing at a star in the vast sky. He shakes his head in reply.

"The brightest one baby, you see it? Its Sirius. It means glowing in Greek. A fitting description isn't it? It's the easiest to find since it's the brightest star in the sky, that's why it was well known among them " I tell him still looking at the sky. I hear a hmm in response. I look back at him just to find him already looking at me, I quirk an eyebrow in question.

" You know, your eyes shine when you talk about the universe. Talking about the moon and stars give you a different kind of happiness. And I love hearing you talking about them." He says in his fruity voice making my cheeks flush.

"So, did you think where you"ll be enrolling for your masters?" He asks changing the topic.

"Not yet; I was thinking about visiting Mom for a while, help out in the business, after finishing this last semester" I reply as I reach for the fruit across the blanket. Eric had planned the perfect date for us; a picnic under the starry sky. He organized everything; from lanterns to food. He even had rose petals scattered across the blanket. Sometimes I wonder how I got this lucky to have him by my side.

My train of thought breaks when I feel a tear slipping on my hand. I didn't even realize I was crying but it's not like I've done anything else since he broke up with me. I chuckle, wiping the tears off my face.

"um, Miss?" a voice comes from behind me. I turn around to see a man in a mask, standing there with a bicycle. Maybe wearing a mask is common here.

"yes?" I reply, does he need something? I think.

"Are you okay?" he asks with worried eyes. I don't even know this man and he is worrying over me. These people are too kind.

"Yes, of course. I just...remembered something." I say, not wanting to say the truth but not being able to lie either.

"Oh! bad memories?" He asks hesitantly, making me nod in reply.

"Do you want to talk about it? I mean it might make you feel better talking about it with a stranger nonetheless. Only if you want to of course." He says shrugging his shoulder.

"I..." I open my mouth to reject his offer of kindness but his soft, comforting eyes make me change my mind. What's the harm in telling a stranger I'm never gonna meet again?

"sure," I say, making his eyes squint; He must be smiling beneath the mask.

And so I tell him everything that happened this past month, about Eric. He listens attentively, nodding his head as if to say he understands. We walk down the path together; him holding his bike.

As I finish telling him about my misery, I notice he never tried to interrupt me or show any sign of judgment in his expressions. Only after listening to the whole story does he asks;

"And do you know who or where your soulmate is?" making me shake my head in return. "And you don't wanna find them? Give them a chance? I mean we're talking about a phenomenon here that binds the most compatible souls together, the people who are each other halves." again making me shake my head; "I WAS the most compatible with Eric, he not only knows about my life, he has lived it with me, witnessed it as I did with his, how could we not be soulmates I don't get it. I love him; he doesn't only hold a piece of it, he owns my whole heart, even if he doesn't want it anymore." My voice breaks as I tell him, "I cannot give someone something I don't own."

And I'm afraid of falling in love again. I thought in my head.

He nods; "Give it time, Everything will be alright." he assures me.

We walk in silence for a minute before he stops and says " It was nice meeting you..."

"Selene"

"It was nice meeting you Selene, I'm Namjoon. I hope you feel some weight lifted off your chest now. " He says with squinting eyes, again letting me know about the smile behind his mask.

"It was nice meeting you too, Namjoon. And I do, Thank you. Talking about it did help." I tell him with a grateful smile gracing my lips.

The chilly breeze from the river makes my flowy dress move as if it came to life, I swipe my fingers across my face moving the dark locks behind my ears, I catch a glimpse of the man standing in front of me with a strange look in his eyes.

I call for him making him blink, all thoughts forgotten he smiles, nodding, indicating it's time for us to part ways.

"Well, Get back safely, I hope you have a good time on the rest of the trip!" He says, waving his hand as he moves to get on his bike and riding away, leaving me looking after the trail he just left.

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