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THE ACADEMY - CHAPTER 1

Pairing: BTS x reader but mostly hyung-line x reader  Side pairings: Jimin x Taehyung, Jimin x Ateez!Wooyoung, reader x Ateez!Seonghwa

Mafia!au - gang!au - assassins!au 

Word count: 5k ish

Warnings: Mentions of death, nudity and sex apart from that some strong language. And I think that’s it for now.. 

Summary: Growing up in one of the biggest and most feared mafias has it’s perks, but what happens when you and you’re friends are suddenly shipped off to the other end of the world? Will you stay together or will the world you live in tear you all apart? 

NOTE: THIS IS THE UPDATED VERSION OF MY HEART RUNS TO YOU

-> NEXT CHAPTER

Harder!” he yelled at you as you once again kicked the punching bag he so desperately tried to keep steady. The sweat was trailing down the sides of your face as tears, as you did your best to keep your breathing under control. It was hard, and he knew just how to work your body to the breaking point.

But then again if anyone could it was him, after all you’ve known each other your entire lives. And you’d been kicking his ass ever since the two of you shared your mother’s womb.

The hall where you and your brother spent every early morning was large. A boxing ring was located in the middle surrounded by different machines and equipment, there to make sure everyone was in the best form of their life. Because at some point all of you would need to run from death, or maybe even fight it. 

A door opened at the top of a flight of stairs and through it walked your brother’s best friend and right-hand man, Jeon Jungkook. Walked might be the wrong word though, if you looked closely it almost looked like he danced down the stairs. 

When he reached the bottom, he spread his long arms and yelled: “Oh, my sweet, sweet Parks! Where have you been all morning?” Both you and Jimin looked confused at each other as your workout came to a halt. 

Jimin slowly let go of the bag, as you once again stood up straight, both of you leaving the workout for a few moments as you tried to decipher just what made your friend this excited at 5:30 am.

You loosened your boxing gloves and threw them aside, revealing the tiger stripes that twisted around your left wrist and ended right below your elbow. In the meantime, Jimin had located a water bottle and threw it your way as you stepped forward towards Jungkook.

As you caught the bottle and opened it you smiled at the giant man before you and said: “Why are you yelling like a maniac Kook? And you better have a good reason to disturb our morning workout.”

You took a big gulp of water as Jimin walked towards the two of you. He shook his head at Jungkook, as he once again started to dance in front of you. 

“Boy, you are completely insane” Jimin spoke as he looked at the man that now resembled a bunny more than a human. He looked at you afterwards, and all you did was raise a brow at your twin, because to be honest what was he expecting. All Jungkook did was grin and send a sweet smile towards the two of you. One of those that made his nose scrunch.

“Well my dearest friends… I come with a message; bitches we got in!” Out of his back pocket he pulled a black paper where the word academy was etched into it in gold, and above the words was a cold circle.

You dropped the water, not minding it spilling all over the floor, and pulled the paper out of Jungkook’s hands as you flipped it and started to read. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jimin’s excited face as he started to jump, scream and dance with his friend. You could feel your heart stop and your lungs failing as you read over the golden words.

Dear Mr. Park.

We are pleased to inform you that Y/N Park, Jimin Park, Jungkook Jeon and Hoseok ‘J-hope’ Jung all have been accepted into the academy. Their classes will begin in exactly three days from now at the Puck Building in New York City. Each of your trainees must bring two suitcases of personal belongings and only one weapon, so choose wisely.

See you soon

You were in complete and utter shock. The academy was the dream, only the best trainees and children of the most feared mobsters in the world got to go there. It was an honor and a privilege, it was the place where lifelong alliances were built, and enemies were created.

Both you and the boys had never really doubted that you would get in, after all you were one of the largest mafias in all of Asia. But now the day was finally here, the dream had come true.

You took the letter and gave it back to the two boys before you ran up the stairs to get out of the practice room. You needed to talk to Hoseok, and you needed to talk to your dad.

There was no doubt in your mind that Jungkook had stolen the letter from your father’s office. But then again if you had been the one to spot the black and gold envelope, there was no way in hell you would have waited until nightfall to get the news.

It had been a tradition in your family, that the leader would host a dinner to celebrate the young men and women who had been accepted into the school. But the four of you were the best assassins, spies and most skilled in combat your gang had seen in generations. So, there was no way in hell tradition was gonna hold down the criminals inside you all.

You ran down the hall from the gym as quickly as your feet could carry you until you stumbled through the door to Hoseok’s room. Inside you found him splayed out in bed, in the arms of this week’s bimbo as Jimin called them. But then again who wouldn’t love to lay beside the legendary assassin J-hope?

You didn’t care if he had another woman in bed, you didn’t care that the two of them were most likely naked. All you cared about was sharing the best news of both of your lives with your partner in crime. So you jumped down in bed between the two of them, waking both of them up by the sudden need of air in their lungs.

You heard a yell from the women beside you as she rolled out of the bed and landed with a loud bang on the floor. All Hoseok did was grunt annoyed at you, before he pulled you close to him, inhaling the smell of your hair in the process.

“Why are you waking me up at this hour, you know I work late?” He was known for being a grumpy ass in the morning, and today was no exception. “And why the hell do you come into my bed and disturb my sleep, smelling like this?” He pulls back to look you in the eyes, and his filled with disgust.

“Jesus Hobi, be nice! I was in the middle of practice.”

“Well if you were in the middle of your precious practice, why the fuck didn’t you finish it and let me sleep for two more hours?”

You didn’t even know how to begin, so you just looked at him with the biggest smile, as you bit your bottom lip trying to contain the laughter that threatened to spill out into the room.

It was a rare sight, you acting giddy, you losing your words. But Hoseok knew better than to push you for information, that usually just ended with you beating his ass and him being blue and yellow for the rest of the week. So instead he waited, as he lost himself in your eyes. 

On the floor beside the bed you could hear the girl slowly coming to her senses, as she pulled herself up, looking down at the woman who had pushed her out of bed before six in the morning. You knew she wouldn’t be thrilled about it, but the fact that she even got to sleep in Hoseok’s bed was impressive, he usually kicked them out after the deed was done.

“Excuse me, but what the hell do you think you’re doing?” She had a high-pitched voice, instantly annoying you. She tried her best to hide her naked form behind the slight sheer cover she held up to cover her.  

“Dana shut up, will you?” He didn't even take the time to look at the woman, you were all he saw as he tried to figure out what news could be important enough to have you acting like this. 

You slowly looked up at the woman who towered over the two of you, and all you saw was the pout she elegantly had displayed on her face to try and win just a little sympathy from the man beside you. When that didn’t work, she tried yet another method.

“Baby if you kick her out then maybe we can go again?” you rolled your eyes, a little afraid they might get stuck back there if she kept going. But he did nothing, said nothing, he just looked at you and, in the end, she gave up, gathered her things and left the two of you alone in the room.

After an intense staring contest, one that once again ended the instant the thought of kissing you crossed his mind. He got out of bed to get dressed instead. He sat up in the bed as you rolled over to look up into the ceiling. You could hear the slow and lazy footsteps he took towards the two double doors that lead to his walk-in closet. A yawn escaped him as he stretched his arms above his head, to get the blood flowing in his tired and worn out body.

“So, what news is so important that I couldn’t wait?” You could hear him go through the drawers as he spoke.

Your head was filled with both pride and joy, but the words wouldn’t get out. Instead you giggled like a crazy person.

“What is it? Why are you laughing?” The t-shirt he pulled over his head was muffling the sound of his voice, which meant it was safe for you to face him once again. You sat up and turned towards the double doors as you crossed your legs in the soft bed.

“We got in Hobi…” It was almost a whisper and you continued: “We leave in three days, can you believe it? The day has finally come!” You clapped your hands as you watched him walk towards you.

“You’re kidding? Who got in? All of us?” You nodded your head and intertwined your hands with each other, squeezing with all the strength in your body. Because if this was a dream you needed to wake up now.

He sprinted towards you and tackled you back into bed as he screamed at the top of his lungs. Your arms held him close in a hug as you both laughed. It was emotional to be the one to tell him the news. You knew that he would get scolded by the rest of the boys who lived in his hall later on for waking them with his screams, but he didn’t seem to care. The happiness and pride of this achievement made the screams called for, and as soon as they knew they’d agree. 

The two of you had talked about this day since you were four and his father had brought him into the manor for the first time. Hoseok’s father was your dad’s right-hand man, and because of this you grew up together and trained together. You had shared everything together, hell he even lived in your house.

“Oh my god, this is insane! It’s completely insane! But wait… How the hell do you know?” Hoseok had a puzzled expression as he looked into your eyes.

“Well… Jungkook might’ve been snooping around in dad’s office, and there he might’ve found the acceptance letter”

You knew how much he hated to go against your father. Dae-Hyun or Papa Park as you and Jimin sometimes called him, had opened his house to both Hoseok and his family. An act Hoseok saw as a privilege and an honor. And unlike you and Jimin, it was kind of hard to be a teenager and a rebel against the man who was not only your boss, but one of the most powerful mafia leaders in this world.

“One day that boy is gonna end up being killed for all the stunts he pulls” He shook his head at your younger friend, but the smile refused to leave his lips.

“I know… But don’t worry I’m going to find pops as soon as I’m done with you and fill him in on the situation. After all he might want to do the dinner anyways” You shrugged your shoulders a little.

“Look at you being the responsible leader Y/N!” He hit your shoulder playfully as you laughed at his statement.

“Well I might as well start to take my role seriously now. No need to wait, you know?” You bit your bottom lip as you started to twirl the golden ring that was displayed on one of your fingers.

Hoseok stood up from the bed and looked down on you with loving eyes. You were the woman he could never have, the person he’d always protect and follow blindly into any battle.

“So tell me… What do I need to pack?”

After a long discussion with Hobi about just which outfits he should pack, and an even longer one with what sniper rifle he should bring to the States, you were off to see your dad.

You skipped down the corridors of the giant manor, saying hi to everyone you met on your way, until you’d finally reached your fathers office. He had an open-door policy for both you and the boys so instead of knocking you busted through the door.

He was sitting behind the giant mahogany desk, reading the reports from both spies and distributors that had been piling up in the dark hours of the night. He looked powerful in this setting. High ceilings, big windows, expensive suit and of course with an expensive bottle of whiskey nearby.

He looked up from his papers for a brief moment, only to discover you were already walking towards him. He slowly laid down his pen, as he sent you a gentle smile. In front of the desk were two leather chairs who faced him, and as usual you placed yourself in the left one.

“Hello sweet daughter, what can I do for you today?” He spoke like the man in power he was, his voice was deep and intimidating, even when he wasn’t trying to be. But then again it was a given when you were in his position.

You didn’t respond and just moved around nervously in the chair as you fiddled with the golden ring that rested on your pinkie on your left hand. Just like your tattoo it displayed your rank in the family business, as you liked to call it.

“I know what Jungkook did Y/N, there’s no need to beat around the bush” You quickly looked up from the ring, your face displaying the surprise you felt, and your heart started to beat faster as he continued his speech: “I have security and cameras everywhere in this house, you really think anything goes missing without my permission?”

He now had a smirk on his lips, and you could see the spark in his eyes. Your father was a cruel man to those who deserved it, and a stern leader to almost everyone. Except to a chosen few. To you he was kind, playful at times, and almost always with a smile on his face and that incredible kind spark in his eyes. Unless you talked business of course.

You laughed before you answered him.

“I thought you might’ve figured it out by now. I hoped you hadn’t, because it would’ve been nice to be the one to surprise you for once”

He put away his reading glasses and stood up. Slowly walking to the other side of his desk as he sat down on the edge, both hands resting beside him.

“Well… One day you might be able to, but not quite yet Blade…” His smile was as kind as always as he said your nickname. “… But judging from your smile I guess the academy had great news?”

You didn’t know it was possible to feel prouder or happier than you already were, but the feeling that slowly blossomed in your chest was nothing you’d ever felt before. You could feel the tears in your eyes as you smiled at the man you admired most in this world.

“We all got in, all four of us” Your voice cracked a little, but you did not care for a single second. The two of you had talked about this day since you’d held your first katana. And to share the good news with the man that had made you the woman you were today, meant everything to you.

He stood up from his spot and walked towards you, arms stretched open to give you the bear-hug he knew you needed. And you walked right into his arms and let the tears roam free.

“I’m so proud of you Blade, of all of you.” He whispered into your hair before he placed his hands on either side of your face and pulled you away from his chest, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. He placed a kiss on your forehead as you laughed a little. “But I never doubted any of you, I trained you to be the best, not ordinary, so of course they want you all” 

You rarely showed people your emotions. It wasn’t that it was a sign of weakness, but being a girl high placed in the mafia, people would use anything to gain the upper hand in this game you called life. It was like every other corporation, typically a patriarchy. A typical tradition because men had this idea that women couldn’t be ruthless, that they couldn’t handle the power, that they couldn’t handle the bloodshed. Luckily for you, your family didn’t share that view, and neither did the rest of the crew under your father. 

You cleared your throat as he finally let go of you, looking into your happy eyes as his own filled with pride.

“I’m sorry if we ruined the dinner though”

He laughed at that statement and turned around to once again find his rightful place behind his giant desk. “Now call those boys in here I need to have a chat with you all before it all goes down tonight, because we all know you’ll be too hungover tomorrow to come if I call a meeting then”

You raised an eyebrow, your way of saying: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

“Don’t give me that look Y/N, we’ve been down that road before. That being said, you need to shower first”

You shrugged, he wasn’t wrong.

After an amazing breakfast you went back to your room, quickly ridding yourself of your workout clothes to hop into a steaming hot shower. You stood there for a few minutes and wondered just how your life would look in a few weeks’ time.

Would you be able to create new alliances, or would it end up being impossible because you’re a woman? It was very rare that women were in powerful positions in the mafia, and even rarer that they were the first in line for the throne. And the more you thought about it the more anxious you got. It might not be a problem at home, where your people knew just how you were raised to rule, but you needed to prepare yourself for every reaction in the book. 

You turned on the cold water to get the negative thoughts out of your system, your way of clearing your head, at least for the time being. Once again it worked like a charm. After a good cleanse of both hair, body and mind, you left to start your morning routine.

Because this was a special day, you knew you needed a little extra than just the regular black dior outfit. You did your makeup and dressed in an elegant black suit. 

The black flared pants hugged your body in all the right places and displayed your curves just how you liked it. The blazer that matched gave you no waist and therefore you styled it with a belt with gold hardware to match the jewelry you wore. Just to give it a little something extra. Your hair was slicked back and your face open for the world to see the beauty of your jawline and cheekbones.

Stilettos were something you loved dearly, and almost always wore when you didn’t workout. You had mastered running in everything from 1-15cm, something all the men found very impressive. The red bottom Louboutins had therefore been a part of your outfits for a few years now. 

You looked into the mirror, pleased with the woman who looked back at you. You looked like you were in charge and knew what was going on around you, you looked like you belonged in this world that was mostly dominated by men. You looked lethal and beautiful all in one. 

You twisted your ring once as you took a deep breath. Afterwards you rolled up your sleeves to display your tattoo. 

Two knocks on your door pulled you out of your daydreaming. Jimin and the boys were here, and as you opened you almost had to take a step back before their jaws hit the floor before you.

The three men, your three so-called besties, looked you up and down, but none of them spoke. Nervous about their reaction you spun the ring around your fingers as you looked at them with a shy smile.

“What’s wrong? Do I have something in my face?” You laughed a little as you smiled wide at the three men who stood before you.

“N-no, no, no, no! Not at all you just… You look hot!” Jungkook said as he gave you a wink and licked his lip like a man starved.

“Duuuude! That’s my sister stop it!” Jimin hit his chest as he whisper yelled at him.

“I know that! But look at her!” He gestured towards you with both hands.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and shot one hip to the side, as you poked your cheek from the inside using your tongue, the very best indicator for when someone pissed you off.

Hoseok rolled his eyes and kissed your cheek. “You look beautiful and deadly” and afterwards pushed the boys out of the way and down the hall to make room for you. 

“Stop drooling and start walking before your future boss kicks your ass in a hallway. Besides we’re already late” He pointed towards the door at the end of it that led to your dad’s office, your arm snaked around his.

Hoseok always loved to have you like this, on his arm. To those who didn’t know you, you could look like a couple, and sometimes he liked to daydream of how things could be, if he was just a man and you were just a woman. Maybe then he could love you boldly, openly, publicly. 

As the two younger boys stumbled towards the door, he looked at you. A small but genuine smile on his lips as his eyes sparkled.

Jungkook and Jimin had bolted right through your fathers office doors, not a care in the world or a thought on their minds. Most likely startling him in the process. Both you and Jimin sat down in your chairs as Hoseok rested against the back of yours and Jungkook stood by the windows, looking out into the courtyard.

“I’m glad you all made it on time, this way we won’t be late for dinner” He said as he opened the carafe with gin and poured you a glass over ice. You had never liked whiskey the same way the boys had, and therefore he had made sure that there was something you enjoyed in his office. 

You thanked him as you grabbed the glass from his hands, and he continued to pour the remaining men in the room a glass of the golden liquid. And then he began his speech.

“First of all, I wanna say how proud I am of each and every one of you, you deserve this… More than any other. So, cheers to you.” He raised his glass, and you all followed his example as he continued.

“In two days’ time you’ll arrive in New York to attend the academy, and the next year will be both physically and mentally draining. When you step into those grand halls only three rules apply.” You all looked at each other with a smirk, rules never applied to you so why should it now? The response you got from him was there for a stern look, he meant business.

He continued: “and they are so basic even you four should be able to follow them. Rule number one, you are only allowed to bring one weapon. Rule number two, no killing, there will be plenty of time for that in the years to come. You are allowed to fight though, but that’s it! Rule number three, you are not allowed to leave.”

You could see Jungkook’s dramatic eye roll from where you were seated. “So they are just gonna lock us up?”

You sighed.

“You are allowed to leave the complex Jungkook, don’t be stupid” The boys laughed, and you did your best to hold back a chuckle. “You are just not allowed to leave New York unless you are given an assignment outside the city”

All that left his mouth was an almost silent grunt, as he turned around to join you all in the small circle in the middle of the room.

“So what now? Is it time for the party?” Hoseok said with hopeful eyes.

“Not quite yet, first it’s time for the gifts” You all looked confused at each other, no one had ever said anything about getting gifts at this thing.

“Dad, what? I mean thanks I guess, but really you shouldn’t have…” Jimin started the sentence but was quickly interrupted.

“I know I shouldn’t have. But you are my children, all of you” Jungkook moved his weight from one foot to the other as he stared down into the ground, blush silently creeping over his face.

He walked away from all of you, pulling a book from the massive bookcase in the room that opened up to the secret room that was your dads private and secret armory. He disappeared into the darkness and was back a few seconds later with a massive duffle back.

You all moved closer to peek into the bag, trying to see exactly what he was planning to surprise you with. The first thing he pulled out was a sniper rifle, or to be precise a M24. It was midnight black with golden tiger stripes clinging to the barrel. You turned your head as you looked at Hoseok, he loved that gun, and his eyes were sparkling as he slowly extended his hands out towards it.

“This is yours J-hope, you have always made me proud so don’t make me regret that I’ve officially given you your stripes now” Your father winked at him as he handed him the rifle. Hoseok was still in awe as he traced the golden stripes with his fingers. A small thank you escaped his mouth, as he walked away from the table, still looking at the rifle as a love crazed thirteen-year-old.

“Jungkook” The boy beside your father suddenly stood a little taller.

“I know you don’t use guns and that you prefer to fight with your hands. But there’s no way in hell I’m sending you to a school full of killers and liars without a weapon.” He pulled a knife out of the bag, golden handle and once again the stripes were to be found on this one as well. He took the handle and expected it in silence.

“For you son I have two things, and don’t worry, I’ve already talked to the school and because they are a set you are allowed to bring it with you”

Jimin smirked and his eyes narrowed as he looked at your father.

“You didn’t?!”

“Oh, but I did”

He pulled out a ‘Beretta 92FS’ with a matching silencer, again painted black in golden tiger stripes. One weapon but two parts so technically he wouldn’t break any of the rules the academy had set. Clearly there had to be a point with all these matching weapons. Your brother hugged your father tightly, making your heart flutter at the sweet moment they now shared before you would be gone for who knows how long.

“I’m so proud of you my son, I hope you know that” his hand rested on Jimin’s cheek, as he looked deep into his eyes.

“I know pops”

“Good… and last but not least!”

Instead of pulling your weapon from the bag, like he did with the others, he went back into the armory.  When he returned, he had a katana with him, but this wasn’t just any katana. It was tradition in the East-Asian mafias that the heir to the throne had one, it was a display of power, just as your ring and tattoo. It showed people you were the one in charge, and that you were the one they needed to fear, to respect. 

The holster was black, everything about this sword was as dark as your soul. Except for a small pendant that hung from the end of it. A solid gold tiger. You pulled it from its holster revealing the sharp blade. You swung it around just to get a feel of it, and it was perfectly balanced for your body.

“I have given you all weapons that link you to each other, weapons that show everyone you’ll meet where you belong. I know each and every one of you will make me proud in your own way, and I’m excited to see what this journey will bring for every one of you. Make more allies than enemies, be only cruel to those who deserve your wrath. Most of those you’ll meet are beneath you so don’t waste your time… But for now, go, you deserve this party, you deserve one last night of bad decisions before you go into the world as my representation”

You all nodded, straightening your backs, looking forward as if you were ready to fight the world in this moment. You all left your father behind in the office, and when the door was finally closed behind you a squeal of happiness and laughter erupted in the halls. Making the old man smile behind the once again closed doors.

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THE ART OF WAR (2) // KNJ 

after leaving oc heartbroken all these years, kim nam joon has the audacity to return and attempt to win her back. in his words, love is not over.

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unwilling to accept that their love is over, kim nam joon puts oc’s patience to the test as he puts his plans into motion. he’s more confident, determined, and ever so willing to grovel at oc’s feet for one more chance

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parings:

childhood friend / secret ex-boyfriend nam joon ! + heartbroken / high maintenance ! oc

genre/au:

slice of life

exes to lovers / slight enemies

rich / privileged life au

warnings:

misunderstandings + pettiness + angst

cockiness / jock attitude vs princess / brat attitude

jealousy, implied smut, and sexual tension

note:

friends.. let’s not get our panties in a twist o_o this ch is pretty lengthy + a lil sad ,, pls send ur thots nd lov thru interactions w me <3 

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

“Wait, that was the ex?”

Even through FaceTime, you could practically feel Jungkook’s curiosity . No, it was more than that. He was excited. Over time, you had barely discussed Nam Joon aside from the major facts: he was your childhood love—your secret and only boyfriend, he took your virginity and felt a few days later, and he dumped you through text. Oh how Jungkook craved for more of the story from you. He wanted all the details and never got any. Once, he was lucky enough for you to get super drunk and cry over Nam Joon.. The issue is, he was drunk too and couldn’t piece together what you had told him that very night. 

Jungkook lives for drama—always has. Nam Joon being back in your life is automatically his favourite thing now and you absolutely know it. Trying to downplay your true emotions, you simply nod and let out a muffled, “mhmm.” 

Continuing to get dressed, you showcase two options. A plaid skirt or wide-leg pants to compliment your fitted top. Waving them around, Jungkook picks the skirt. “Embrace the last stretch of skirt season,” he pushes. “Anyways, he’s that ex, right? The ex?”

“Yeah, that was him,” you confirm, zipping the side of your skirt together. Straightening your outfit, you twist and turn around to check yourself out. “Kim Nam Joon in all of his despicable glory.”

“So.. Like.. What did he want? Did you two talk or something? Are you guys getting back together?”

You gasp. “Jungkook!” 

“What?! My life is sooo boring. I like yours.”

You tsk. “Did this skirt get ugly? I feel like it’s not as cute as it was when I first bought it—”

“Don’t change the subject.” Jungkook scrunches his nose and squints his eyes, pointing at you. “And yeah, lowkey…”

“Don’t talk about my ex-boyfriend,” you say, scrunching your nose, squinting your eyes, and pointing back at him. You two pout in sync, practically like one brain cell before dropping the act and moving on. “It’s literally not like that,” you explain to him rather cockily, “even if he begged me to, I would never get back together with that selfish—”

“You’re selfish too.”

“Okay, wow,” you laugh. “Go fuck yourself.” 

Jungkook laughs too, putting his hands up in defeat. Gathering your things from all over your room, you pick up your phone and send him another glare. Though Jungkook looks like he is still half asleep, he manages to glare back at you. For the second time today, the starring contest ends quickly. Jungkook’s yawns intercepts and you can’t help but sigh.

 “You’re hardly awake but you’re so keen on the details? You little gossip girl.”

“Let me live, bitch.” Jungkook yawns once again, “xoxo.”

You two share a hearty laugh. It’s moments like these where you felt most accepted. Something in being friends with Jungkook has always felt so comfortable. Even if you two only met 2 years ago, you two have certainly created an incredible bond. 

Like two peas in a pod. 

Like a duo. 

Like a best friend. 

Strapping on simple black heels, you do a quick twirl for him. He judges and sleepily compliments you. “What a slay,” he cheers, “for a dumb bitch.”

Poking your tongue out at him, you can’t help but laugh at this idiot of a best friend of yours. You swing your bag over your shoulders and make your way downstairs to your kitchen. Still attached to your phone, you and Jungkook go over your plans. 

“Should I pick you up?” you ask him. Jungkook shakes his head with a tired groan as he sinks into his white sheets. 

“It might be raining later.. Don’t you hate the rain? I don’t want to get up. I want to stay in bed today. Just come over and we’ll go out later tonight if you want.. You know, if the rain goes away and washes all the spiders out.”

You give him a sour face. “It’s raining later? Yeah.. No way I’m going out. Just come over tonight.”

“No, you come here.” 

“No, you come here!” 

“No, you—”

Cough. 

Cough. Cough. Cough. 

“___, honey, we’re in the dining room! Put your phone down and join us.” You turn your attention in the direction of your father’s voice. Swiftly making a right turn, you waltz your way into the dining room and—

You’ve got to be kidding me. 

Nam Joon smiles brightly, suddenly standing from his seat and greeting you with a; “good morning, essa.” Your father smiles warmly at the gentleman before you. 

“Well, it certainly isn’t now,” you mumble. Lifting your phone, you see Jungkook’s eyes begin to pop out of his head. “Kook, I’ll call you back. Come over. I’ll treat dinner.” 

“Oh my god! He’s there right now isn’t he—”

Before he can finish his question, you end the FaceTime call and clear your throat. Walking past Nam Joon, you walk over to your father and kiss him on the cheek. It’s not every day that he joins you for breakfast. Most days, he’s not even home. When he is, it’s your only time to be affectionate to him and appreciative for all his hard work in making the life you live now possible. 

“Excuse ___ and Jungkook,” your father begins as Nam Joon finds his way back to his seat. “They are complete partners in crime and are on the phone with each other twenty-four-seven.” Though the apology is unnecessary, your father does so on your behalf as you take a seat beside Seok Jin. 

Jungkook. 

Nam Joon takes note of that. 

“Could’ve texted me a heads up,” you whisper to Seok Jin as you plump down to your seat. He leans back, offering you a tired smile. 

“He said we were getting breakfast and I didn’t know where. In my defense, I was asleep on the way here.” Seok Jin defends himself. You shake your head in disappointment before shoving his shoulder playfully. 

“How’d you even get here if you were the one asleep and that one doesn’t drive?”

“Uber. Come on, ___. I know it’s early, but think a little!” he teases, bumping your shoulder. You roll your eyes and redirect your attention.

“Good morning to you all… Except to one,” you say as politely as possible. Scanning the food before you, a smile forms. Before your father can comment on the last bit, you blurt; “breakfast looks so good, dad! You got all my favourites today—”

“Actually, Nam Joon had breakfast delivered to us today!” you father admits.

“Of course he did,” you sneer. 

Nam Joon grins, raising one hand to wave and wiggling his fingers at you. You lower your glance at him in response. Picking up a fork, you begin to judge all the food laid out in front of you. 

Fruit trays, breakfast sausages, pancakes, waffles, yogurt bowls—ah ha! 

“Oh, goodness. I don’t like coconut shredding on my yogurt bowls—”

“That’s mine,” Seok Jin reaches over and takes from your sight. Without much thought, he begins to dig into it. He lets out a moan, completely satisfied with his first bite. “That’s the stuff.”

You look at him annoyed. “It’s just yogurt…”

“It’s free yogurt.. Which means it tastes better.”

You scan over the other plates laid in front of you. Okay, let’s do this again. 

Fruit trays, breakfast sausages, pancakes, waffles, Seok Jin’s stupid yogurt bowl—ah ha!

“That omelette,” you analyze, “I don’t like mushrooms so if you don’t mind, may I be excused from—”

“That’s mine,” your dad beams, stretching his hand out for the plate. You pass it to him and he happily takes a bite. “These omelettes are so fluffy!”

Almost immediately, Nam Joon pushes a different plate in front of you. It’s the same omelet without mushrooms. You freeze, unable to react. 

You can’t even bring yourself to look at Nam Joon. Instead, you stare at the plate he prefixed for you. All that rings in your head is that this dining table isn’t long enough. It isn’t big enough. He’s sitting across you and it’s too close. You should buy a new dining table. 

Is it suddenly hot in here? It’s so stuffy. These windows are useless. Why have these windows for walls if they can’t even fucking open and give you air? Is it usually this stuffy in here?

Okay, stop. 

Breathe. Take a deep breath and just fucking calm down!

Like reflex, Seok Jin notices and takes a piece of your food from your plate. He diverts the attention to his playfulness and it makes you feel like the tension build-up had calmed. Seok Jin then slides a glass of water by your side and you happily take a few sips before recentering yourself. 

Gulping slowly, you find it in yourself to spare a glace at Nam Joon. 

He’s talking to your dad. 

You’re thankful. 

Except, Nam Joon had just turned to your dad to respond. He had seen everything. He looks at you and feels conflicted. 

What the hell just happened? It was just a plate.. Or was it the gesture?

“This is nice… It’s so lovely to see you all together again!” your dad expresses as he munches on his breakfast. It’s like an icebreaker and it only makes you grieve over the fact that this breakfast has just began. “It’s been too long. Now that Nam Joon is back and is working in the company—”

“He’s what?” You put down your glass of water and almost choke. 

Your dad points at Nam Joon and looks at you confused. “Did he not tell you? That’s why he’s back. Not too sure why he came back all beaten up, but he’ll be working in the legal department for our company—”

You open your mouth to interrupt. 

“Dad, you said you wanted to surprise her so I refrained from telling her myself—”

“Oh, please don’t! Don’t call him ‘dad.’ He’s not your dad, Nam Joon. You have your own.” It takes everything inside you to not gag in front of everyone. Was he truly this delusional? It’s all not making any sense. 

Sure, he can be comfortable here. He has his own relationship with Jin and your father… But this is too much. This is too cocky of him. This is too fucking triggering. 

Your dad laughs at your possessiveness. “It’s a dream for many fathers to have an only daughter as loving as ___.”

You cross your arms in annoyance. Nam Joon puts his hands up in defense, joining your father’s laughter. 

“Sorry, ___. The ‘in-law’ part is just such a hassle to always add in the end.” Nam Joon says, sending with a wink your way.

Seok Jin holds you down as you’re about to make a scene. He clears his throat, warning Nam Joon to take it down a notch. 

Is he serious? How could he be this comical? Your father seemed to like the joke, though. He has always liked Nam Joon. This was no surprise. 

If your father ever had the opportunity to have a son, he’d prefer someone like Nam Joon. To him, Nam Joon is dependable and soft-spoken.. In a way that still allows him to take accountability and initiative—ultimately making him more than qualified to be a team leader.. No, more than that. 

It would make him qualified to run the family company with you. 

“Nam Joon, son, where are you staying right now?” your father asks. Like Seok Jin, your father is always genuinely curious. He has always cared for your friends like they were your siblings. You’ve always admired that about him. “Are you back to living with your parents? Your place is pretty far from the company and you still don’t drive.. Are you sure that’s the best place to be right now?”

“Well, I just got back a few days ago,” He did? Did he come to see you right after his flight? Wait, no. That can’t be. He had gotten punched by Jin first.. And then he came to see you. “I’ve been staying with Jin,” you turn to Jin and glare. He gives you an apologetic look. “My room has turned into a nursery for my sister’s baby. I think my parents are living their grandparent dream right now.” 

Your father folds his hands together and you can sense it. There’s a look in his eye whenever he gets an idea. Usually, you don’t mind his ideas but knowing where this is leading…

“Why don’t you stay here? You can have your old room back! Our drivers are here all the time, so you’ll have no problem getting to the company. I’m not usually home these days anyways. I’ve been trying to close a deal with our investors overseas, so I’d be more than happy to supply ___ with trusted company. Besides, I know how close you two are.. You two must have missed each other dearly.” 

“Yeah,” Nam Joon doesn’t even look at you. He’s smiling at your father, completely winning him over. “I missed her.” 

You can’t do this. 

Something inside you just wants to throw everything in front of you at Nam Joon. He is so incredibly irritating, you don’t know if you should laugh or cry from how good he is at pissing you off. It’s like you have no more words. 

All you manage to say is, “that’s an awful idea, dad.” 

“___, excuse me?” your father chuckles. “I don’t like the way you just said that.. Or the fact that you ever said that at all. It just proves my point even more. You need Nam Joon around. He was a good influence on you when you two were younger, what more could he be to you now?”

“Don’t you think it’s a little inappropriate?” you accuse rather sharply. 

Your father is taken back. 

You two don’t usually disagree on things. It makes him wonder why you’re so bitter all of the sudden.. He swears just a few years ago, this would have been something you would’ve been begging him to agree on—not the other way around. “What? It’s not like you two dated—HA! Who knows, maybe you two should date.. Nam Joon is practically my son already.”

Seok Jin chokes on the water he was downing. Clearing his throat, he comments: “so you’ve established, uncle.” 

You shake your head, still insisting on your way. Your father’s attention turns back to you. “Dad, if I’m lonely, I can call Jungkook to hang out with me. If I’m bored, I can go shopping. If I’m feeling a little thirsty I can—”

“Enough!” your father’s tone sounds serious now. “I like Nam Joon for you, ___. Therefore, I like my idea. It’s not awful—your attitude is. I want it fixed by the time I get back from my trip.”

“Dad—”

“Enough. It’s settled and I’m done, ___.” Though he is a great man, you certainly take after his stubbornness and face the reality of meeting your match. “I’m running late. Wash the dishes. I gave Bon the morning off. Rightfully so since your attitude needs some reflecting.”

“I’m not a child—”

“You are my child, ___.” He raises his voice again, making Seok Jin and Nam Joon feel a little out of place. “Do as I say. I hate to leave like this, but my car service is waiting for me. I actually was supposed to leave earlier but I caught Nam Joon on my way out and he insisted on spending this lovely breakfast together.”

“I thought you weren’t leaving until next week,” you quickly connect. “Wait, you’re leaving for that three month trip today?”

“Honey, I told you I was leaving last week which makes next week this week,” he sighs. “I’ve got to go,___.” Your father stands up and makes his way to you. Kissing the top of your head, he looks across the table and says, “Nam Joon, I want you moved in by tonight, got it? I’ll send some help to get your stuff. The spare key is with Bon.”

“Bon is still here?” Nam Joon smiles. Bon is your childhood nanny turned housekeeper. She’s been a friend of your mother since college and has taken the place as your mother and father since she passed and because your father often spent his time away from home. Unlike some people you know, she’d never leave you. It’s more than a promise though. She actually stays and shows up for you. She was there when you first came to terms to your feelings for Nam Joon to the day he dumped you and to now; the healing.

“Of course she is,” you remark. “Some people know how to stay.”

Nam Joon looks at you, a little softer than you expected him to. There’s no smirk, no flirty eyes, or even cocky body language. He looks genuinely concerned and like maybe—just maybe—he got the message. Seok Jin gulps, feeling much discomfort.

“Yes, I can be moved in by tonight,” Nam Joon answers your father, looking away from you. “But I would really feel much more comfortable if ___ was okay with it.” 

Nam Joon’s suggestion catches you off guard. You two stare at each other like idiots and your father’s breath hitches. Before he can yell or speak for you, you push your food away and get up from your seat. 

“Do what you want,” you say rather weary.“... Both of you. See if I care.”

“___, please—”

“I have dishes to wash.”

“Hey, champ!” Seok Jin cheers, bringing more dishes for you to wash. “Hey, you’re really good at that.”

“Washing dishes?”

“Being the literal definition of sour and sweet,” he deadpans. “You’re a different breed, kid.”

“It’s just so unfair, Jin!” you cry as you put on dishwashing gloves. Seok Jin takes a few plates from the sink and begins scraping off the food on it into the compost bin near you. “It’s always going to be about this.. How they don’t listen and expect me to be okay with it. I feel so invalid and pushed around like some doll!”

Jin puts his hand on your shoulder as you huff in frustration. “___, your dad was just trying to—”

“I don’t have to move in if you don’t want me to.” 

His voice still sends you chills. It still makes your stomach turn like you’re about to fly on an airplane for the first time. 

“... And that’s my cue,” Seok Jin smiles widely. He pats your head before heading out. “I’m kind of happy I don’t have to go through a whole conversation about this because I don’t stand a chance against your dad and honestly? Just talk, guys. Oh, and don’t kill each other, okay? I like both of you.”

“You like her more than me,” Nam Joon comments. “I can’t kill her. I’d rather die than hurt her.”

“Ahh, but you’ve been there, done that, huh?“ Seok Jin attempts to lighten the mood. When no one responds, he pinching your cheeks. “Maybe that line was said too soon.. Anyways, you have my blessing to kill him.”

Nam Joon’s eyes widen. “Wait, what—”

“I’m gonna call for our Uber. Which means I’m outside and not around to witness a murder so be quick… Anyways, Joon, meet me outside if you live. Peace!” Seok Jin zooms out of the kitchen, leaving you and Nam Joon alone. 

Ultimately, you ignore your cousin’s comment and Nam Joon as well. Though you could feel him take steps of faith closer to you, you shut him out and turn on the tap. Soaking the dishes in, you let the warm water run and ease your hands. If life could always feel like this—comforting and consistent—maybe you wouldn’t have gotten all worked up over your father’s offer. 

With a level head, it makes sense. 

It wasn’t that big of a deal.

If this house is big enough for a summer garden party of 150 guests, it surely can be big enough for you and your ex. 

… Right?

Your moment of tranquility and wonderment is cut short when you feel his presence behind you. Nam Joon leans over your shoulders, stopping the tap. 

“___, it was going to overflow,” he says gently. “Are you okay?”

You two are cheek to cheek. You know it. You’ve kissed them a hundred times and he has pinched yours a million more… To be this close to him and breathe in his scent of familiar comfort is fucking with you. 

“I’m okay,” you say, pushing away from him. “Thanks for considering my feelings over there.. Look, it’s not like I don’t want you to not have a place to stay, but given our situation—”

“What is our situation, ___?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you groan. “Can’t I just have one fucking moment without your mind games? I already got in trouble for—”

“What mind game?” Nam Joon asks curiously, taking a step closer to you. “I’m not playing any games. I’ve been honest with you from the very start and I’m honest with you right now.. What situation, ___?” 

“Nam Joon, are you insane? You can’t just come back and pick things up from where you last left them. I’m not there anymore—”

“Where?”

“With you, you know? In love and shit,” you push the words out. It feels like you could puke. You hate the way he’s looking at you too. 

“If you don’t love me, then do you hate me?”

“Only when I think about it,” you huff.

“So you don’t hate me?” Nam Joon grins, celebrating a little too early. 

“I hate to admit it but,” you pause, unsure if what you’ll say next is worth saying. You say it anyway; “I think about you all the time.”

Through many people coming in and out of your life, the story continues. Friends who pretended to care but were only after the benefit of being friends with the rich girl, boys who liked you for your beauty but never took the time to listen to you, and a father who gave you the world and more… Life wasn’t all that bad.

You never felt unlucky. You were dealt with great cards. 

Except, there was one thing that had your focus shifted. One thing that kept you chasing and stumbling for years.

A boy, kind, a bit of a dork, and normal. He wasn’t rich and he didn’t want to be. He spent most of his time with his nose stuck in a book or laying on the grass, staring at the clouds in the sky. He wasn’t much of a talker, but he sure knew how to take the lead. He was honest in an endearing way. 

He was good. 

Good enough for you. 

Then he left and every card you had, you wanted to trade just to have him again. One more moment with him in exchange for everything you have.. That was years ago. That pain, the desperation that ruled over your values; it was only starting to settle and go. 

Nam Joon has always had great timing. 

Tonight, as it begins to pour, his belongings are probably already unpacked in his old bedroom. His bedroom is all the way on the other side of the hall from yours. It’s smaller than yours (obviously) but it’s charming. You remember the summer your mom and his spent just going over the wallpaper options for it. You remember all the times you two played hide in seek around the house with Bon and somehow always ended up hiding in Nam Joon’s room. Nam Joon’s room is also the same room you lost your virginity to him in. 

“It’s raining,” Bon’s voice breaks your train of thought. She’s standing outside your door, leaning against the frame. “Want to go out for a walk?” Before you know it, she’s showing you an umbrella. You don’t see it though. You don’t even sit up to look at her or turn your head.

“No,” you hiss. “I hate the rain.”

“I know,” she snorts. “I just wanted to see if you were really losing your mind.”

“Hey!” you cry, completely aware that she’s just making a joke. The rain brings too many unwanted memories. It’s best for you to stay away and center yourself. “Why would I be losing my mind?”

“For one, your ex boyfriend is here.”

You chuckle. Her answer gets you to sit up. 

“Two, you can’t hide in your room forever, kid.” Bon tells you as she enters your room. You’re laying on your bed, just watching your ceiling fan go round and round. Your thoughts occupy you again, you hadn’t noticed you looked lifeless. 

Honestly? You kind of feel like it too. 

“I know,” you answer her. “And three?”

“Three,” she pauses, scanning your room. “You need to open a window. I know you hate the rain, but this room is so stuffy—”

“I knew it!”

She pauses, giving you a confused look. “Knew what?”

“Nothing, nevermind.” Your mind dismisses the connection you made to breakfast earlier today. You watch Bon head over to your window and open them up. The sound of the rain makes you feel nervous and she knows this better than anyone. 

It makes you feel uneasy.

“So, did you help him with his stuff?” You ask this to divert your attention away from the heavy rain. 

Bon nods, before taking a seat on the edge of your bed. She reaches over to your nightstand and grabs your hair brush. She then uses it to gesture for you to come to her. Like second nature, you move yourself to rest your head on her lap. She begins to brush your hair, letting the sound of brush bristles be all that you hear for a moment. Then, she sighs. 

“Just like how you’re my daughter,” she begins warmly. “He’s like my son, miss ___. I was so happy to see him again. He didn’t have much stuff but the staff your dad sent unpacked for him in less than an hour.. Oh, he grew taller, you know? I didn’t think he could even grow more than he already had before he left.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “I noticed.”

“His hair is longer now too. I kind of like it this way. He looks more relaxed—more himself.. And his clothes! Oh, miss ___… They went up a size and his style is particularly odd.” Bon rambles. “I think you need to take him shopping.”

You inhale sharply. 

“Miss ___,” she whispers. “Remember what I told you before he left?”

“... Not to go to the airport or else I would have bought the plane and made him stay?” You can recall that day so clearly. Sobbing into her arms as she gathered all her courage and belief in Nam Joon to assure you that he wouldn’t leave you the way he did.

Sometimes, you wish Bon didn’t believe in him the way she did that day. Maybe letting go and process of it all would have been easier. Why? She’s the only one you truly believe in.

Bon laughs at your sincere answer. “No, miss ___. I told you that absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“Fuck that,” you scoff. “I call bullshit.”

“Language!” she cries. 

You mumble an apology and sit up again. “I’m confused, Bon.” 

“You should be,” she laughs before opening her arms for you. “Your feelings are kept away, placed in a box under your bed. Everything with him had to do with memories.. Feelings, moments, experiences—but everything goes. It’s up to you if you want to let it go or find a way to meet again.”

“I’m not understanding—”

“He’s here, miss ___.”

You shrug, “... so?”

“He’s finding a way to meet again.” Bon tells you with a small smile. Her eyes are just so sincere, it almost makes you want to give in.

“Okay, but Bon.. History doesn’t mean much—”

“It means enough, miss ___.” 

Silence. 

You glare at her. “Are you on his side? Did he butter you up—he bribed you! Did he gift you a painting again? You know how much I find art boring, I can’t believe this!”

Bon simply laughs, patting you on the back for the amusement. She gets up from your bed and makes her way towards your door, informing you that she’ll be back at the end of the week to clean up around the house and spend some time with you. 

“Wait, seriously. He gave you a painting, didn’t he?”

“What can I say? I love art.”

You shake her head at her. “Betrayer.”

She pokes her tongue out at you, teasing you. “Have a good night, miss ___. Don’t fall asleep without closing your window. I heard it’s supposed to be a stormy night.”

“What was it? I bet I can find an art collector and get you better one—“

“It was of you, miss ___. To me, it’s priceless. I guess he must have thought the same since we went through a small war for me to walk away with the painting victorious.”

You aren’t too sure what to say when she tells you this. In response, you keep your mouth shut and watch her leave. Then, you just sit there.

Unwilling to move and so clueless of what to do or to think of it. After a few moments and countless overwhelming feelings, you decide on the latter.

You can move on.

Yet that thought made you feel conflicted in so many ways. It’s a good thing Bon left the windows open—she’s right.

It is stuffy in here.

It’s almost 3AM and the rain has not stopped. It also means it’s almost ghost hour. Do you know what that means? 

Death. 

Aside from that, if anything, the rain is heavier than ever. In the distance, you swear you can hear thunder. You only know this because fell asleep and woke up to the sound of it. 

Oh, yes. You fell asleep and didn’t shut your window and now you’re paying the price. 

It’s a dilemma. 

You’ve laid on your bed wide awake for the past 20 minutes going back and forth with finding the courage to just close that window. You don’t want to close the window, Why? Because the window is wet and it’s too close to the rain and if you’re close to the rain, the sound of it will send you too many chills—or maybe the chills are coming from a ghost—that you might fall out of your window and—

Okay, pause. 

That’s a bit much. 

The point is; you’re scared shitless and you hate it here. 

Fuck Bon for leaving your window open. 

... No, God bless that woman. She single handedly is the reason why you can live, laugh, love. 

Oh my god, what the hell is going on with you?! Ghost hour is crackhead hour, isn’t it? How fitting. 

You kick your sheets away and put on your slippers. Before you can even convince yourself from doing what you’re about to do; you’re there. It’s like your own body betrayed you. 

Is this what self loathing feels like?

It feels like you’re standing in front of Nam Joon’s door half asleep and completely afraid. It feels like a mistake—like the weird feeling you get in your tummy before something bad happens. 

Oh my god.

You never realized how creepy your big house looks when it’s this dark. With the thunder and rain? No fucking thanks! 

You knock on his door aggressively and to your surprise, he opens it immediately. 

It would be a complete lie if Nam Joon hadn’t hoped the rain would scare you his way. It’s always just been a thing between you two. The rain reminded you of the day your mother passed and he had been there to hold you. 

When he lived abroad and it rained, he thought of you nonstop. He wondered if there was anyone keeping you safe the way he knew he could and did. He wondered if you got over it and can go for walks, jump on puddles, and enjoy the background noise that eases him. 

Seeing you here.. Confirms that maybe no one has held you in a while and that jumping in puddles and listening to the rain is still something in your bucket list. Instantly, he feels a rush of guilt kick in—something he’s been feeling a lot today. 

He shakes it off. There’s no better time than now to change how things are between you two. 

Nam Joon reminds himself that he is here now and that’s what matters because after a long time; it’s this again. 

It’s just you and him against the world. 

“Hey, you’re here?” Nam Joon scratches the back of his neck, buying himself some time to register that you’re actually standing right in font of him. He had a feeling you’d be feeling uneasy tonight; he just wasn’t sure to what extent. “I was just about to check up on you—”

“I didn’t know where else to go,” your voice shakes, practically giving in. “Can I stay with you?”

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[viornefni]

You're in my head

I had plans for the weekend

But wound up with you instead

Back here again

Got me deep in my feelings

When i should be in your bed

You and i go back to like '09 it's like forever

And you were there my lonely nights, yeah, keeping me together

So wouldn't it make sense if I was yours and you could call me your baby

But we say we're just, say we're just

Friends

Just for now

Yeah but friends don't say words that

Make friends feel like more than just

Friends

Just for now

Now I'm over pretending

So let's put the "end" in friends

Friends

Just for now

Yeah but friends don't say words that

Make friends feel like more than just

Friends are not supposed to get too close

And feel emotions that we're feeling now, now, now

We ain't slowing down, down, down

But once we cross the line, there's no denying you and I can never turn around, round, round

Know we'll never be the same

You and I go back to like '09 it's like forever

And you were there my lonely nights, yeah, keeping me together

So wouldn't it make sense if I was yours and you could call me your baby

But we say we're just, say we're just

Friends

Just for now

Yeah but friends don't say words that

Make friends feel like more than just

Friends

Just for now

Now I'm over pretending

So let's put the "end" in friends

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Credits:

Director: Samuel Bradley

Production Company: Iconoclast TV

EP: Maeva Tenneroni, Jean Mougin, Guy Rolfe

Head of Production: Kate Sharpe

Producer: Martha Mcguirk

Directors Agent: Yoni Yosef

Casting: Road Casting

Casting Director: Coralie Rose

Casting Assist: Luis Torrecilla, Laura Meredith

Love Interest: Ruby Sear

Production Manager: Chanel Parkinson

Production Co-ord: Alice Hayes

Artist Liason: Jo Thompson

Cast Co-ord: Beth Rubery

Production Assistant: Callum Anderson

Production Runner: Mia Tessema

Intimacy Coordinator: Stella Moss

Movement Director: Yagamoto

Location Manager: Ryan Colaco

Location Assistant: Eser Savrin, Lois Constantinou

1st AD: Ben Gill

2nd AD: Gabriel O’Donohoe

3rd AD: Kitty Rajakulasingham, Aloha Kulieshova

Runner: Kai Rajakulasingham, Joe Heap, Danny Zanre, Anna Kovalevska, Grace Goodworth, Kwesi Mcleod, Darren Sintes, Tyson Douglas, Tiger Brewers

DOP: Jake Gabbay

A CAM Focus Puller: Rozemarijn Stokkel

A CAM 2nd AC: Ania Bahadrian

Trainee: Guillem Zamora

B CAM Operator Day 1: Juanjo Salazar

B CAM Operator Day 2: Jomar O’Meally

B CAM 1st AC - Alex Rawson

B CAM Trainee: Ollie Wesley

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[loveisnotovertae]

Love is Not Over

Love Is Not Over

✏️Taehyung x OFC ✏️Friends to Lover AU 🛑 Rated 18+ 📖WC: 1997 ⚠️Mentally abusive and controlling ex, stalking, mention of anxiety cheating, COVID, drinking, drunk hookup, masturbation, oral, accidental marriage, accidental pregnancy⚠️

Mae always wanted to go to South Korea and visit all the places her Aunt and Uncle used to tell her stories about. So after catching her fiancè cheating, she did just that. Her two month trip turned into a permanent stay thanks to covid lockdown. A friendly neighbor turned best friend, who just so happened to be part of the biggest music group in the world. A drunken night that changed her life forever.

Chapter 7

“Mae, can we come in?” Kimberleigh’s muffled voice asked through the door.

Mae finished hanging up the towels she’d just used before opening the door to her room. With a wave of her hand she ushered her three best friends in to sit on her bed while she continued to put her wet clothes up so that they could dry.

“Are you mad?”

“No, why would I be mad?” she scrunched up her face in confusion.

“The guys showed up early. Veronica pushed your ass in the pool.”

“Hey, that was an accident.” Veronica argued.

“But you still did it.”

“I’m not mad at anyone.” Mae chuckled and joined her friends on the bed. “I’m just still in shock.” she admitted.

“You aren’t the only one.” D said, taking a sip of her drink. “You should have heard the noise that Kimberleigh let out when Jungkook stepped out of the car instead of the delivery guy.” she laughed.

“I was just a little surprised is all.” Kimberleigh said, picking at the imaginary fuzz on the blanket.

“Among other things, judging by the purr that came out of you.”

“You purred?” Veronica asked with a hint of amusement.

“Hey at least I didn’t tell him to fuck me senseless!”

Mae and D sat at the head of the bed and watched the two of them argue while they shared the glass of wine D brought in. They thought about stopping them when their volume went up so that the guys wouldn’t hear, but they were too entertained.

“Taehyung saw the pictures of me in the lingerie that we took in Colorado.” Mae spoke over the two women.

Veronica and Kimberleigh stopped arguing and looked at her.

“Why do you say that like it’s a bad thing? A lot of people have seen your pictures.” D shifted on the bed to look at her.

“But I don’t know them and I don’t care what they think of me.”

“Mae, did you think the guys would judge you?” Kimberleigh asked.

“A little, yes.” She answered truthfully. “Every time I wanted to tell them all I could think about was how Tyler would react.”

“Mae sweety, none of those seven men are like Tyler.” Veronica placed her hand on Mae’s leg. “Even with us not knowing them that well, we can tell.”

“I know. It’s just that he’s still always right there in my stupid brain.”

“Is that why you haven’t been with anyone? You’re afraid you’ll end up with another Tyler?”

“Kind of, I mean, I didn’t make the best decision with the first one. What if I fall for another one like him.”

“You won't.” D said bluntly.

“You don’t know that.” Mae looked at her friend.

“I do, we all do. You aren’t the same person who fell for Tyler. You’ve grown a lot these past three years, you’ve become your own person who knows what they want.”

“And we won't let you.” Kimberleigh added. “Even if it means taking another fifteen hour flight here to kick your ass. Plus, I doubt any of the men you have in your life now would let anyone hurt you. Especially Jimin and Taehyung.”

Mae snorted when Kimberleigh said Taehyung's name. “I doubt Tauhyung would care who I dated.”

“Jimin’s right. You two really do have blinders on when it comes to each other.” Veronica laughed.

The four women stayed in Mae’s room and chatted a while longer. They completely forgot about the four men in the house until Jimin showed up at the door, to make sure everything was ok.

“Well if this isn’t something out of a dream.” Taehyung said, from the hallway behind him when he saw the four women on the bed.

“Oh, speaking of dreams,” Jimin stepped further into the room. “Are you going to tell..”

“Nope, not going to happen,” Mae got up from the bed and cut him off before heading toward the door. “I am not going to tell any of you.” She said over her shoulder.

Mae stopped in the doorway when Taehyung gently grabbed hold of her arm. “Are you ok?” he asked.

“I’m ok, no need to worry.” Mae answered, giving him a small smile.

“Oh my god it’s Taehyung!” Veronica’s hand immediately covered her mouth when she realized she’d said that out loud.

“Mae, is there something we should talk about?” Taehyung smirked, tilting his head trying to see Mae’s face. He still had a hold of her arm and he could see the blush creeping up her neck as she stood frozen in place.

“I’m so sorry Mae, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” Veronica said from the bed.

Mae turned her head toward Taehyung. “Can you please let go of my arm?” she asked softly not looking at him.

She gave him a soft thank you when he did and headed toward the kitchen. The moment she entered, Yoongi handed her his drink, which she quickly finished.

“What the hell was that?” Mae asked with a cough.

“Whiskey.” he answered standing up to make himself a new one. “Do you want another one?”

“Something less strong would be nice, please.” Mae sighed when she sat down. “I’m not trying to get shit faced.”

Yoongi laughed and poured her a glass of wine. “Sounds like you might need to.”

“What the hell did I miss?” Jungkook asked, carrying in some more takeaway.

“Another one of Mae’s deep dark secrets was just revealed.” Yoongi answered handing Mae her glass.

“I’m guessing they figured out that Tae’s the one she’s been dreaming about?” Jungkook said, causing her to choke on her wine.

“How did you know?” she asked, wiping some wine from her chin.

“Mae, did you know you talk in your sleep sometimes?” Jungkook asked.

“Yes.” Mae whined and put her head on the table. “Thank you for not saying anything.”

“It wasn’t my place to tell.” Jungkook shrugged and then placed the food on the counter.

After she’d somewhat recovered from her embarrassment, Mae helped Yoongi and Jungkook reheat the food that the women ordered earlier. The group of eight sat round and chatted while they ate. Yoongi told them that Seokjin, Hoseok, and Namjoon didn’t come with them because something came up at the last minute. But he assured them that Seokjin was planning a big dinner for when they got back to Seoul so that they could meet the rest of the women.

“Where are we sleeping?” Jungkook asked with a yawn.

After dinner the group moved to the patio to enjoy the night air while they finished their drinks and chatted.

“There are two rooms and the couch that aren’t being used. “ D pointed out. “The beds are pretty big so someone could always share a room.”

“Jimin can share my room.” Veronica said, sitting up straight. “I mean, if he wants to.”

“Maybe we should get to know each other a little more before we share a bed.” Jimin laughed at her bluntness.

“I’ll share a room with Mae.” Taehyung looked at her with a flirty smile.

“Like hell you will.” Mae said after recovering from choking on yet another one of her drinks.

“Why not? D said the beds are big. You could have your side and I could have mine.”

“Not happening, Taehyung.”

“What’s wrong, Mae? Are you scared you won't be able to control yourself?” Veronica said with a laugh looking at her friend who was currently giving a death glare to the man sitting across from her.

“How did you figure out it was Tae she was dreaming about?” Jungkook asked Veronica.

“Can we please not talk about this?” Mae sighed and leaned her head back.

“It was actually pretty simple.” Veronica said proudly and turned toward Jungkook. “See, when Jimin asked while we were in her room, she started to blush instantly. Now, we knew it wasn’t him because she told us it wasn’t, so that only left one other male that it could possibly be.”

“How did you know she wasn’t lying about Jimin?” Yoongi asked.

“Oh, Mae was a terrible liar growing up so we know all of her tells. She’s gotten better at hiding things, thanks to her ex, but if you knew them, you’d be able to spot them too.”

Taehyung watched Mae as the others continued to talk. He noticed the change in her every time someone mentioned her ex. He didn’t know much about what happened between them, only that he wasn’t good to her. If anyone was watching her like he was, they would’ve seen the flicker of sadness in her eyes before she corrected it.

“I’m going to head to bed.” Mae said, standing up. “It’s getting kind of late and I’m exhausted.”

“Mae,” Kimberleigh’s concern made her turn at the sliding door. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine. Just tired.” She gave her a small smile and said goodnight to the group.

Mae took her time getting dressed. She wasn’t really tired, even after the busy day they had. She just needed some time alone. Especially after hearing how good she’d become at lying since being with Tyler. It wasn’t something she was proud of, all the lying she had to do, to herself and to the people around her.

“Would you like the left side or the right side?”

“Jesus!” she yelled when she exited the bathroom and found Taehyung sitting on her bed.

“No, Taehyung. But close enough.” The smile he had on his face fell when she didn’t react. “What’s wrong, Mae?”

“I’m just tired, Tae.” she sighed and plugged in her phone before putting it on the nightstand.

“Mae, I’m not an asshole,” he reached up and grabbed her arm, getting her attention. “I can tell something is wrong. You can talk to me, you know.”

“I’m not usually picky about what side I sleep on. So, I guess I’ll take the right side.” she said, changing the subject.

Taehyung let go of her arm and watched her walk around the bed to turn off the light and shut the door. He waited until she was in bed before he got up.

“Where are you going?” Mae asked as he walked towards the door.

“I’m going to the couch.”

“But I thought you were sleeping in here?”

“So now you want me in here?”

“I didn’t say that.” she pouted.

“But you don’t want me to leave?” He asked playfully, trying to get any kind of reaction out of her.

“I didn’t say that either. I only asked where you were going.”

“You are a confusing woman, Mae.”

“No I’m not.” she said, a little offended. “You are a confusing man.”

“I’m going to sleep on the couch because it seems like you need some time alone.” Taehyung admitted. “But it’s good to know you’re ok with sharing a bed.”

“Think whatever you want, Taehyung.” Mae said, rolling over and snuggling further into the blankets.

“Goodnight, Mae.”

“Night, Taehyung.”

“Oh and sweet dreams. Try not to dream of me.”

Taehyung laughed and quickly shut the door when he saw her arm shoot out of the covers and grab one of the pillows. He laughed harder when he heard it hit the door and she yelled “asshole”.

“You really do like her, don’t you.”

Taehyung’s laughter stopped when D popped up in front of him.

“What makes you say that?” he asked.

“Because everyone else can see it.”

“It doesn’t matter how I feel about her. She only sees me as a friend, nothing more.”

“I’ve known Mae almost her whole life and I can promise you she doesn’t.”

“D, we just met so I’m going to say this as nicely as possible. You’re full of shit.”

D laughed at his words before turning to walk away. “The only shit I’m full of is the truth. I put some extra blankets and pillows on the couch for you. Goodnight.” She said before going up the stairs.

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[yoonessa]

◜⋆ ࣪ still with you, jeon jungkook ꒰ intro!

Genre: Reunion of former best friends, attempt at comedy, angst, drama & more.

Chapter Warnings: Nothing too serious, just Jk being something... Stupid with the protagonist who in fact, has a name! I can't get used to putting Y/N, sorry, it's wattpad's fault. Flashbacks at the beginning. Jungkook ptd era, a few months before, I don't know, it looks like it did at the end of 2020.

Note!: Sorry if this has grammatical errors of any kind, English is not my first language but I try, take the liberty of (without the need to be cruel, please) correct or point out anything that doesn't make sense. It's not my first time writing a fanfic (surprise, this is part of one of those) but it's my first time publishing some of what I commonly write on wattpad by this app. Let me know what you think!

I've never been the kind of positive person who sees the glass half full or the rainbow after the storm. You could say it was quite the opposite.

I saw the empty glass and had no expectations that there would be water nearby that could fill it, nor did I expect calm after the storm, for all my life I lived in the midst of an eternal one. A frightening, never-ending downpour of bad times and dealings, one after another, another and another.

Naturally, having grown up in the midst of so much disaster, I became one. At the young age of fifteen, adults labeled me a lost cause.

At school the teachers called my attention every time I opened my mouth to give my humble and irreverent opinion on any subject they exposed, they punished me for not doing my homework, for falling asleep in class, for punching some idiot who wanted to be too clever with me and they ended up scolding me for wearing the untidy uniform or sometimes, incomplete.

At home, my parents' attitude toward me was not very different from that of the teachers at school; Yelling, punishment and a few blows for being me… A lost cause that didn't want to be found. I had them fed up.

And I was also tired of having to fight everyone who stood in front of me. Or well, with almost anyone who dared to cross eyes with me, because there was one exception. The only person on the face of the Earth with whom I dared not even jokingly argue was my paternal cousin, Min Yoongi.

The twenty-year-old (back then obviously, duh) was one of the few, or the only person I still had a shred of respect for. But he had earned it in large part by the way he ignored the words of his parents, my uncles, and left home to try to make a living doing what he loved most: music. The other part of my respect came from the fact that when I talked to him like everyone else, like he was stupid and his IQ was -20, he gave me damn devilish looks that sent shivers down my spine.

Min Yoongi was the only living being on the face of the Earth that I listened to and obeyed. Most of the time.

And when my parents realized that, they took advantage. They took advantage of the fact that when he spoke, I seemed to be listening to a prophet of the apocalypse willing to make me survive a few more days, and they also took advantage of Yoongi's economic shortages.

The cards my parents decided to play were simple but advantageous to both parties, supposedly. From my point of view, they put on my cousin's shoulders a responsibility that did not belong to him and that would end up leaving him bald before he was forty: They made him my official babysitter.

Every afternoon, Yoongi had to pick me up when my school day ended and then, since my parents didn't trust my judgment one bit, the pale man had to take care of me for the rest of the day until nightfall; The first few days were boring, if I'm completely honest.

Since I didn't have the trust of adults, I didn't have the privilege of staying home alone, doing nothing and procrastinating. Yoongi would pick me up from high school and then we would walk back to my house, where we would eat whatever mom had prepared before going to work, he would help me do some chores (which initially I didn't even plan to do but that I ended up doing because he got as stubborn as a mule), we would watch TV and when the clock struck ten minutes past eight, he was leaving.

That was our routine the first week, in his second week as a nanny, Min Yoongi finally deigned to introduce me to the boys he had hung out with to try to fulfill her dream.

"She's Hanami”. He said simply, by way of introduction.

“Tell me Hannah, not Hanami. If they do, they're going to get by…” His disapproving look was what made me shut up and smile sweetly not like me. “Just kidding. But I really prefer to be called the first thing”.

Five of the six boys standing in front of me nodded their heads unconvinced. I even think I heard one of them, the tallest and lankiest, whisper something similar to another that he feared for his life.

I stifled the urge to snort and began to explore the room I was in with my eyes. Yoongi had taken me to the small apartment where he said he was living. It wasn't very big or small, it was the perfect size for two people to live comfortably.

The problem is that it was inhabited by seven and that's why it looked tiny. There were things cluttering every space and the neatness, well, it left a lot to be desired. It was a never-ending mess, underwear everywhere, a huge pile of dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, the cushions in the living room were lying on the wooden floor, and the bedrooms…

I felt a chill as I looked at everything in detail. And an immense curiosity overshadowed that spasm when in my field of vision appeared the sixth boy who had been left out of the dry presentation that was given to me.

He beat me by a few centimeters in height, his hair was as black as the… What do I know, the blackest black hole in the galaxy? And equally dark, round eyes that watched me with a certain fear. I was amused to see the feeling heightened when he saw me move in his direction.

“Am I scary?” That was the first thing that came out of my mouth when I was a measly thirty centimeters away from the boy.

I didn't need a verbal response because his body gave him away. He took a few steps back from me, and his voice trembled as he uselessly shook his head:

“No, you're not scary”. Yes, credible.

I chuckled and took the steps he had taken back. This time he stayed in place and when he scanned my face, I could see something else in his half-slaughtered lamb eyes. He wasn't afraid of me for being me, unlike the other lanky guy, he was afraid of me just for being a girl.

And I confirmed it when I extended my hand to him in a friendly way to introduce ourselves properly.

“You heard that my name is Hanna, tell me your name” He looked at me full of insecurity, nervous “Go on, tell me”.

His lips cocked into a grimace, but he ended up going along with me.

"My name is Jungkook," he muttered, clasping our limbs loosely.

“Ah, do you see? It wasn't that hard,” I squeezed his hand tightly before letting go. “You don't have to fear, I don't bite and when I do, it's usually in a fight”.

He was petrified and I began to wonder if Bambi's little eyes lacked humor, because he didn't laugh at the joke that moments later, I had to clarify. That seemed to relieve him.

I was relieved that after that awkward exchange, and as the days went by that I shared with the group of boys, Jungkook became my person; We were the same age, had an intense taste in common for banana milk, and had the same revulsion for the subject of English. We were both similar teenagers living completely opposite lives.

But it was part of what brought us closer together.

When I was in high school, so did Jungkook. In the evenings, when we were supposed to be doing our homework, he was rehearsing some new choreography, a new song, recording something in the studio or composing. And I went with him.

Seen from the outside point of view, the situation could be understood to mean that I was the one who did not leave the boy alone. But seen from my perspective, he was the one who wouldn't let me leave his side. And I wasn't complaining.

He would call me on the phone every morning while we were on our way to school, ask me to stop by the agency (with which he and the other six boys, including my cousin, had signed to start their artistic career) in the afternoons, on weekends he would invite me to his dorm room to do absolutely nothing together or on the contrary, help you clean up all the clutter accumulated in the place. I agreed to everything without hesitation or thinking too much, because I liked it.

Jungkook seemed to enjoy my company and I enjoyed his. I enjoyed and rejoiced in the feeling of feeling indispensable to someone. To even be pleasing in the eyes of another human being.

While I was with him, the problematic Hanami, the one with the worst grades, the useless one with no future, and any negative qualifying adjective with which I had been described before, disappeared. And in contrast, I turned into a bunch of other brilliant, beautiful adjectives.

Being with Jungkook, it was Hanami who was wise, Hanami who - proudly - could eat more than three servings of gimbap, it was Hanami who was the expert in movies and in making the wittiest jokes.

It made me feel like the sun when it was, indeed, the moon. Jeon was the planet earth around which I revolved.

“If she asks you out again, say no,” I raised my hand in the air when the jet-haired man meant to speak. “She threw you lunch a few days ago, it's all clear”.

Nothing was clear to the one-eyed Bambi and he let me know.

“It was an accident, she apologized to me and then offered to share her own. I don't see the problem”. He crossed his arms while dumbfounded.

“Realize, Jungkook! She did it on purpose to make what you just told me happen. She likes you!” I covered my mouth with both hands after I shouted the undeniable truth.

Jeon only raised both eyebrows, but he didn't even flinch, unlike me.

We had been talking for at least forty minutes about a girl in his class who had spent the previous weeks harassing my friend, who, being excessively kind and typical of him, had not dared to send her to… far, far away. He didn't stop and that day, as I remember, she asked him out.

I objected to his acquiescence, and Jungkook would not budge or be willing to follow my advice.

“She likes me, isn't that reason enough to go out together?"

I snorted, stressed. Another way Jeon and I were similar was how stubborn we occasionally were. We stood firm with our decisions until the end.

I was about to roll my eyes one last time when the most timely and juicy idea crossed my mind.

“Okay. If you agree to go out with your partner, I'll ask Taehyung to go on a date.” The roles of who was the most indignant and in disagreement were reversed, it was I who was now watching with disbelief and despair.

“And why Taehyung, Hanami?!” In short, I got him out of his boxes, there were few times when he called me by my full name. “Think again, you fool!”

I let go of the grip on my shoulders, just as I had grabbed him seconds before, and pretended to think, as if weighing his request.

“Nope. If I'm going to date anyone, I want it to be with Tae. Have you seen it? He's funny and he has good taste in music,” Jungkook pretended to vomit at my feet after hearing the way I described his friend and partner.

Just as I refused to let my best friend go out with that bullie, Jeon refused to visualize a reality in which I had anything to do with the younger Kim's. As he once explained to me, one of the many in which I joked that I liked Tae, said that it would be strange and that if things went wrong between me and the square-smiled boy, I wouldn't be able to take sides.

“Go out with anyone else but not Taehyung, please” he complained in a chant, shaking my arms.

I don't know if it was the work of the wise universe or a coincidence, but while Jungkook threw his tantrum begging him to find another candidate to go out, my first supposed choice appeared in the practice room we were in.

He was wearing black sweatpants and a white sleeveless shirt that was noticeably larger and made him look smaller than he actually was.

He stood behind Jungkook, who, in his temper tantrum, did not notice the grimaces of displeasure that Kim directed at him. It was inevitable to let out a laugh when Taehyung made a face that I thought was funny.

“Do you still dare to laugh…?”

“Leave Hannini alone, Jungkook,” Tae interrupted, pushing aside the man and passing an arm around my shoulders in a friendly manner. “I told you you should be my best friend, but you refused”.

It was common for Taehyung to spontaneously show up and start talking about anything, joking and jumping from topic to topic every five seconds. It could be stunning at first. And it annoyed Jungkook that he hinted that he could be a better friend to me than he was.

“I just don't want to be your best friend, Taehyung,” he frowned. “I want us to go for a walk and hold hands”. I pulled his arm out of my arm and clasped our hands quickly.

I took him by surprise and saw that he was about to make a disgusted face, but I gave him a squeeze and surreptitiously looked at the round-eyed man who was looking at us without believing my audacity.

He picked up on my true intentions, relaxed, and played along.

“Oh my dear Hanna, you don't know the joy that fills my heart when I hear you say these beautiful words.” Drama was Taehyung's middle name, though I attributed that drama to a behavior learned from the eldest within his group.

The hand we were holding became on his chest for a few seconds before Jungkook slapped it away. He was outraged, furious and… He looked too cute like that.

“Yah, you're not going out anywhere together!” The youngest of the three of us tugged at my hand and pulled me quickly away from Tae, who could barely contain his mocking laughter. “Stop bothering me, both of you”.

As expected, we did the opposite. Taehyung looked at me and I looked at him, then we looked at Jungkook and our fit of laughter erupted. At that age we used to laugh a lot at the expense of Bambi's little eyes, probably because he was funny without even trying and he wasn't aware of it.

What I'm well aware of is that this fifteen-year-old Jeon Jungkook doesn't share the same feelings for me that the current Jungkook harbors.

“I don't like it, change it or something.”

I refrain from literally pulling the strands of my hair or shouting a whole string of insults at him and contrary to everything above that someone in my situation and with a sane mind would do, I offer him my most false but pleasant smile before in a calm tone, ask:

“What's not to your liking this time, huh? Because we've changed the track five times, your part of the lyrics three times and the name twice.”

Most of the time I love my job, it makes me feel fulfilled and with a reason to live, spending my time locked in the studio making musical arrangements, composing side by side with other people and helping in the recording of new songs satisfies me. And I never thought I would become one of those people who hates to work because that's precisely why I had chosen to dedicate myself to this, because no one can be unhappy if they earn money doing something they love.

But I was wrong, I've been hating with every inch of my body and heart, working. The last three months have been horrible and all I want is to be fired, to be fired without a chance to come back even if I beg, because I wouldn't. If I do beg, it will be for them to change the group from which they put me as the main producer.

“And I'm still not convinced one bit, despite all the changes you mentioned,” Jungkook says cynically. I want to punch him “It doesn't matter, I think we'll have to do everything from scratch.”

I'm going to punch him, I'm going to take his head in my hands, and I'm going to smash it against the computer keyboard until he thinks about the great stupidity he just spouted so lightly.

I'm about to open my mouth and probably ruin my short but flawless career as a producer when the studio door is suddenly opened and a certain twenty-something saves me from being unemployed.

“Hanni, the food has arrived, let's eat because I feel like I'm out of my mind- Oh, sorry for interrupting!” When Yeonjun realizes who I'm with, he doesn't take long to bow several times to apologize “You can also come and eat with us, hyung”.

I give the turquoise-haired man a disapproving look and he gives it back to me. Yeonjun doesn't understand why I claim that Jungkook doesn't like me and I don't understand why he just invited him to eat with us when these last few months I've repeated to him ad nauseam that I feel some discomfort around him.

Both are half-truths, of course. But I also can't tell Choi that one of his idols and I have known each other since we were stupid teenagers - more him than me - and that the reason he knows and claims that he doesn't like me is because that's exactly what happens.

Jeon Jungkook hates me, he's not happy that we've met again after years of not hearing anything from me and I completely understand.

© 2023. Please do not translate or upload to another platform, it's already on Wattpad.

#jeon jungkook #bangtan #bts jk #bts rm #bts namjoon #bts fanfic #bts fic #kpop idol #bts jungkook #jjk x reader #jjk #still with you #fanfic #bangtan fanfic #romantic #drama #friends to lovers #bts fanfiction #jungkook #jeon jungkoooook #jeongguk #bts #bangtan seonyandan #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts jin #kpop fanfic

[dari-ede]

Boyfriend at work. He's so fucking handsome! 🔥🔥🔥🔥

How this man can get me from 🥰 to 🥵 in less than a millisecond….

#rm x reader #friends to lovers #inthemiddleofthenight #bts fanfic #fluff #bangtan sonyeondan #fluff and smut #handsome #hottie in glasses #bts #namjoon x reader #boyfriend #Spotify

[hitashi-san]

But I do love you…

Sorry I had writers block for a while then I got depressed soooo here ya guys go straight from the drafts!

⚠️TW: Self harm, Blood Idk its a short one (tell me if I missed any)⚠️

Fluff story - (fem or masc) Reader x best friend Krishima

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Credits to artist! This isn’t mine

You’re on the floor of the cold tiled bathroom when he walks in. the makeup on your face running down your cheeks. Your arms are covered in blood and foundation. He opens the door to find you weeping into your hands. He’s scared anything he says will impact your next moves. Instead he just hurriedly grabs a warm towel and sits beside you pushing away the knife. He pulls your face up to look at his eyes burning as the air contacts your wet eyes. He kneels in front of you kissing your forehead and looking down at your arms. He holds one and gently starts to dab away the blood. Luckily you hadn’t passed out. From how bad it was it looked like you just started. Once he’s done he finally says something to you.

“Hey…tell me what's wrong. Please, tell me what happened please baby?” he's holding you on the verge of tears waiting for your response.

“I-I…I don’t know… I just…I-I felt so lonely…I hate being here … looking at those lovely couples happy together…I just want to end myself and make the pain go away…” all you can do is start to sob again away from his face. You liked him for so long. Just the small touches he gave you were making you want to pull him in and make him yours. 

“Hey hey you can’t do that… not before I can finally say I love you” He pulls your face up toward him. Your Dowy eyes look into his crimson ones. Did he just say I love you? You couldn’t have heard that right. You looked down but not before he pulled you to kiss him. Surprised you stiffened under him soon relaxing and holding onto him. Your eyes watered, releasing tears you didn’t know you still had.  Putting your arms around his neck you pulled him into a deeper kiss making him have to sit on the floor. You finally release him and he helps you off the ground walking you to your bedroom and sitting you on the bed. He walks back to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit and comes back to you. Your face is still red and you're holding your wists to try and stop the bleeding. He kneels in front of you and pulls out bandages wrapping your arms in the smooth cloth.

After you're taken care of, he goes to the bathroom to clean the water and blood from the floor. He then comes back to your room changed to comfort you. When he walks in your awake fiddling with the tuft of your favorite blanket. He sits beside you and you gesture for him to lie with you. He does so cuddling you until you both fall asleep.

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Thanks for reading! Yes I’m okay just thought about this cause of It 2 really. Kinda random but if you’ve seen it you’d understand what I mean. Enjoy your day or night lovelies!

#kirishima eijirou #bnha eijiro kirishima #mha kirishima #kiri x reader #self h@rm #mha fluff #eijirou kirishima fluff #kirishima fluff #friends to lovers #comfort ship #comfort #gender neutral fanfic #fanfinction #mha fanfiction #mha x reader #mha x y/n #NO- I’m not hurting myself I’m good if anyone cares to ask #fluff story #fluff fanfic

[snowpetaly]

“The point is that I really like you”

ft. namkook

Feel free to use 🤍 credits are welcome!

#aesthetic #for writers #moodboard #daily prompt #fanfiction #bts #moodboards #namjoon #jungkook #namkook #namkook au #namkook fanfiction #namkook moodboard #kim namjoon #jeon jungkook #JK #RM #friends to lovers #light angst #happy ending #falling in love #feelings #teenagers #theater #fluff #young adult #red and blue #fire and water #red aesthetic #claret palette

[byuljoonie]

please give me a remedy. (m) knj. my.

Somehow there are a million people around us and you’re all I can see.

pairing: namjoon x reader x yoongi

genre: smut, angst, fluff, yearning?

pt: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

word count: 3k+

warnings: thickening plot. give it a chance bcs she’s being polished. slight aggression. slow build up for yearning yoongi. namjoon is a dork in love. slight angst. him or me? friends to lovers. no smut yet.

summary: 2 of your 7 best friends have a secret…

note: sorry about my love for lowercase letters.😅I started this story in 2020 while I was a senior in high school…great plot but the writing?? definite no. older me with more experience as a published author is here to take control. still deeply in love with joon after 9 years so let me yearn in peace. Please feel free to leave feedback, I love constructive criticism and listening to your opinions! word count will increase drastically by chapter 2! have a listen to the playlist in my bio while you read the story! enjoy!

I sat back on the leather couch in the practice room absorbed in the way he looks while dancing. His black hair sticks sparsely to his forehead and his brow is furrowed in concentration. He hits each move perfectly, feeling the music as the song approaches its climax. How could he possibly be this sexy right now? The thought sent my mind into a frenzy of unrealistic fantasies. I would never want to ruin our bond but I can’t help but wonder how his soft hands would feel against my sensitive skin. Namjoon is definitely just my best friend, nothing more…sadly.

We met during my junior year of university and bonded over our love for books and art. Philosophy being my major and his minor, we ended up in the same required logic course to graduate. Our first interaction involved a forgetful Namjoon leaving all of his writing utensils at home, sheepishly tapping my sweater-covered shoulder to borrow a pen.

I'm suddenly pulled out of my reverie when I hear Hoseok loudly complain about being hungry. I was so caught up in my mind that I didn’t notice the song finished. He falls back into a nearby chair with sweat dripping from his forehead, glistening in the yellow-tinted light.

"I'll go grab some food just tell me what you want boys," I said quickly standing up and pulling on Namjoons black hoodie.

"How about I go with you?" Yoongi suggested calmly.

"NO, I mean no I'll go with her since I'm the leader you guys just take a break," Namjoon nervously reassured everyone. I heard Jin and Jimin snicker at his quickness to accompany me. Yoongi shifted unfazed by the younger members’ interception. We’re almost inseparable at times but my smile widens as my heart still flutters for the skilled rapper. Feeling the same as I did when I first met him. I gave Yoongi a small smile but he turned away. I frowned confused by his sudden mood change before we could finish talking.

"Y/N I want chicken," Taehyung said, pulling on the sleeve of my- I mean Namjoons hoodie.

The other boys agreed so Joon and I set off to the nearest open restaurant, hoping to stumble upon a hole in the wall. We walked in comfortable silence the street lights illuminating his honey skin, casting a glow around us. I always felt so safe when I’m with him. I feel safe with all of the members of course, but there’s a special soft spot for Joonie. I guess you could say my slight infatuation has developed into a crush, but nothing more can happen between us. The more being a secret drunken kiss from this past new year celebration.

Thinking about the members causes Yoongi’s face to flash through my mind. He seemed kinda hurt earlier and I should have said something. I don’t want them to think I only care about Namjoon. I love and appreciate all of them, especially Yoongi and Hoseok. Yoongi was the last to warm up to me, but the first to spoil me. His kindness and gummy smile always melt my heart. I turned to Namjoon hoping to spark conversation and ignore my persistent thoughts.

"Namjoon what are you thinking about?" I asked catching him staring off into space.

“Nothing you have to worry about Y/N,” he said dimples making a special appearance as he smiled at me.

I felt a chill run down my spine and the wind blew my hair into my face. I noticed a line of people waiting outside of a restaurant; the bright, neon yellow sign lit up the block with the words "열두시 치킨 집" (12am chicken house).

"Let's go here Joon it's fairly close to the company," I suggested.

"Sure I don't mind pet,” he stated turning away from me, missing his words.

"What?" I questioned with burning cheeks.

"I said yes Y/N let's go before the line gets too long." He stuttered at his slip-up.

I felt my face getting warmer at the pet name. I've never been called that before, I think I like the way it rolls off his tongue. His voice was rough from rapping all night and his eyes glimmered in the moonlight. I felt like a buzzing ball of energy and hormones. I might as well exhibit how many butterflies frequently inhabit my tummy. I was once again snapped out of my redundant fantasy world when Namjoon appeared beside me with 2 bags of food and a soda.

"Come on Y/N it's getting colder and the boys are probably starving,” he said.

"That was fast, did you skip the whole line, Monie?” I asked while trying to keep up with his usual fast stride.

"Maybe,” he said flatly.

I was now laughing at his seriousness all of a sudden. I can’t handle how these men switch moods like they do wardrobe changes. It was so cold at this point I couldn't feel my hands. I shivered and rubbed my hands together, teeth audibly clattering. When we finally made it back to the building I called Taehyung to buzz us back in.

“FINALLY," Hoseok screamed at the top of his lungs startlingly.

The boys gathered around the table which had been placed in the middle of the coffee-colored floor while Joon and I had been gone. I absentmindedly bit into the chicken, dropping crumbs on my new hoodie.

“Y/N seems like hyung's hoodie is looking very comfortable on you,” Jimin said smirking with grease-covered lips. I noticed how he glanced at Jin and Jk, weird but I kept that to myself.

“Matter of fact it's mine now and there's nothing Joonie can do about it," I smirked at Namjoon who seems to be ready to attack.

I was about to stop him when he grabbed my arms and pulled me into him. I was staring into his eyes embarrassingly hard when all of a sudden he-

“AHHHH NAMJOON STOP STOP,” I screamed laughing furiously as his hands tickled my stomach and sides.

“Address me properly Y/N and I'll stop," Namjoon said laughing with the rest of the members.

I didn't want to give in to his sick game but I was almost out of breath. The boys laughed loudly in the background, still enjoying their food.

“FINE FINE NAMJOON SSI NOW STOP,” I screamed giving up on my stubbornness.

"Good girl,” he cooed as he stopped his almost unwanted assault.

I quickly gathered myself off of the floor missing the close contact already, but not forgetting to give the boys the finger in the process. My ears get warmer as Namjoons words echo through my mind.

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I start cleaning up the empty chicken boxes. Wiping off the table and pushing it back into a random corner. As I announced my departure Yoongi walked up to me quickly. Almost as if I would disappear in a split second if he didn't grab my arm. I felt goosebumps rise on my skin, but he must have felt them too because he swiftly released my arm. Rubbing the back of his neck slowly.

“Hey can you stop by my studio tomorrow to help me with something, I need a bit of inspiration?" Yoongi questioned.

“Hmmm, sure I'll be here at around 10 if that's okay," I said smiling softly. I gave him a hug and walked out the door before he can even respond. Was I being avoidant because of earlier or am I just tired? I choose to blame it on the array of confusing events and emotions that took place tonight.

“HEY! Y/N let me walk you home!" Namjoon grunted busting through the door.

I nodded and let him catch up to me; pushing my skirt down a little. Fuck. I should have talked to Yoongi, I blew him off just to let Namjoon swoop in and walk me home in light of my circumstances. Maybe I’m thinking too deeply about the situation but hopefully, things will be hashed out during our session later. My apartment wasn't very far from the big hit building so I already saw the convenience store that was placed next door to my place. The wind started blowing harder so we picked up the pace until we reached the door of my place.

"Maybe you should um text the boys to go home so they won't wait on you. Since it's really cold. Do you um want something to drink?" I stuttered out meekly.

“Sure Y/N." He said lowly.

I shivered at the tone of his voice. The way my own name crested my ears like a harmonious symphony, this man can seduce the devil. I walked to the fridge pulling out 2 beers. Trying to calm myself before I walked back. My palms started to sweat and I can hear my heartbeat increase with each step back.

“Here Monie," I said passing him his beer and sitting on the loveseat across from him. I popped mines open staring at the ceiling as I drank.

"Slow down babe you're gonna choke,” he playfully interjected with a grin.

"Make me," I said articulately throwing my pillow at him.

“Why are you sitting so far, there's a better seat right here." He said patting his lap.

My heart started racing again as I nearly choked on my beer. Did I hear him right?

"Ha... Namjoon quit joking around," I said producing a strained laugh.

"Who says I'm joking Y/N hm?" He questioned with his eyebrow quirked. I’m at his mercy and he knows it.

I squirmed in my seat for a second thinking of what made him so bold all of a sudden. I know I talk a big game but I’m already under his spell. He got up and walked towards me for what felt like a millisecond with those long, muscular legs. I was about to say something when a knock on the door interrupted me.

"Uh I-I'll get it," I said jumping up but not failing to nearly trip over my own feet. Very classy I thought to myself.

I open the door in surprise when I come face to face with 6 sleepy Bangtan members. They all shivered in the crisp air, their noses turning red.

"OH MY GOD GET IN HERE I THOUGHT YOU ALL WENT HOME!" I yelled while dragging them into my apartment. I locked the door and stared at them with a look of suspicion laced on my face. Taehyung looks very guilty as he shields himself behind a shorter Hoseok.

"Well, we missed you so much we wanted to have a sleepover with you and WE BROUGHT YOUR FAVORITE SNACKS!" Jungkook said lowly with Jimin chiming in to enthusiastically scream the rest.

"At this point, I'm accustomed to you guys showing up randomly, but a little warning would be nice next time," I said with a small smile, taking the snacks from Jimin.

"HOW COME NAMJOON HYUNG GETS TO STAY BEFORE WE DO!?" Taehyung yelled while running to jump on the couch.

"Because he walked me home and it was cold," I answered calmly. A breviloquent sigh slipped past my lips.

"I CALL DIBS ON WALKING Y/N HOME NEXT TIME!" Yoongi screamed chaotically.

"NO, I DO!" Seokjin said raising his voice.

The boys started arguing and I couldn't help but start laughing. I plopped down next to Namjoon almost sitting in his lap, seems like I missed my chance for that I thought. He must have noticed because he placed his hands on my hips to brace me onto the couch.

He stared into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity until Jimin brought us back to life with a piercing scream. My head snapped up only to see Taehyung picking Jimin up from the ground and shaking him.

"GUYS STOP IT BEFORE YOU BREAK SOMETHING, I will be walking myself home in the future if you don't relax," I admitted angrily.

Taehyung dropped Jimin to the floor with a thud and hung his head low. I stood up and asked Namjoon to come with me to get Blankets and pillows for the boys. Everything continued normally as Jungkook turned on the gaming console to begin his everlasting reign on Overwatch.

I walked down the hall and felt Namjoon's eyes burning holes into my back. We walked up to the closet and I grabbed a hearty amount of comforters and dropped them in front of me. I tried to reach for the pillows on the top shelf, but as I was struggling a strong pair of arms reached over my head and easily pulled me down the mountain of fluff.

"You know I can't help but find you so cute shorty." He said while smirking at my obviously warm face.

"I'm not short, I'm average height!" I said pouting with my arms crossed. He gently laughed and told me to pick up the pillows and go. I could listen to that sound all day.

When we walked back into the living room Yoongi was already asleep on the couch, Taehyung was playing a game with Jungkook, Hoseok, and Jimin emerged in watching the 2 other boys, and Jin was in the kitchen searching for God knows what.

"Here you guys go, I'm gonna head up to my room and inhale the snacks you brought me then sleep," I said while smiling.

“We think you should stay awake with us y/n, " Jin added from the kitchen.

"Let's play truth or dare," Jimin said with a sinister smile etched on his face. Oh no.

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"Okay, truth or dare it is gentlemen. Let the game commence." I said with a light hesitant chuckle.

I sat next to Namjoon by habit. I felt his muscles tense when I sat close, but he relaxed when he felt my hand graze his thigh. The heat radiating from him warmed my skin in a way no has ever made me feel.

A couple of questions went by and it was Jimin's turn to ask. "Y/N truth or dare?" I thought about it for a second. "Truth,” I said rubbing my hands together nervously. "Ugh boring," he groaned. His eyebrows dipped in deep thought. Then he snapped, "I got it. Would you ever date Namjoon Hyung?"

My heart began to palpitate and I could feel the mist growing under my arms. All eyes were on me anticipating the answer to my question. "No, I don't think so. I mean we have a great friendship that I refuse to ruin. I’m not even his type." I mustered out as calmly as I could. The room was silent and the air grew dense around all of us. Namjoon looked visibly upset at Jimin. I shifted uncomfortably, silently begging God to take me right then and there. Why would I say that!? He thinks I’m an idiot I know he does.

"Well, who's next?" Taehyung asked. "ME!" Jungkook said breaking the silence quickly.

The questions continued for another hour before I decided to head to bed. The boys happily did any foolish dare that came to mind. Moments like these really help you cherish your friendships with those around you. A shattering pain erupts from my heart as I think about Namjoon’s mood shift during the rest of the game.

I rubbed my soar eyes before turning over and checking the time. 3 AM beamed in white on my alarm clock. The breeze from my opened window caused a shiver to course through me. I could hear faint voices and cars going along the road. I’ve always loved the sound of common nightlife. I assumed the boys were spread out wildly on my couch and floor. Even though the awkwardness cleared up, I still wanted to punch Jimin in the arm. My thoughts soon traveled to Namjoon and the mixture of surprise and frustration in his eyes when he stared at Jimin intensely. I wanted to know what was going on in his mind and why he seemed so serious earlier. The tricks my mind torture me with started to drive me crazy; I really need to talk to him and finally see if he feels what I feel. This empty yearning feeling can only be filled by my person. He is my person.

I tiptoed to the living room ever so quietly. I was greeted with the interesting sight of the boys wrapped in giant fluffy, white blankets. All of them looked so peaceful as their snores bounced off the walls of the room. I looked for Namjoon and he rested peacefully on the couch. His arms crossed over his broad chest, his lips parted slightly. He looked so beautiful I didn't want to wake him. I stepped over Taehyungs foot to sneak around to the front of the couch. I whispered Namjoon’s name quietly and he let out a half-hearted grumble.

"Joonie wake up, we need to talk please," I whispered one more time before he slowly peeled his almond-shaped eyes open.

"Y/N...what's wrong? Did I do some-"

I placed my manicured finger over my lips in order to hush him. He got quiet and stared at me calmly.

"Come with me," I said grabbing his big hand.

Just the feeling of his fingers entwined with mines made me quiver a little. The blanket slipped from his body as he got up, revealing that he was wearing only short, grey joggers that didn't do much to disguise his bulge. His skin was glowing as he stared at me with dreamlike eyes and his muscles looked so intoxicating that I almost passed out right there. If anything, it made me pull him up the stairs and into my bedroom expeditiously. I closed the door and sat him on the bed. He was staring at me as I stood by the door like a madwoman.

"Y/N why'd you bring me in here? Is everything alright? If this is about earl-"

Before he could finish his sentence I crossed the small space between us and kissed him. I felt him hesitate before he relaxed into the feeling. I perched myself on his lap finally breathing in his scent. He deepened the kiss and started to caress my back.

He lightly grabbed the back of my neck and pulled us apart. "I thought you didn't like me as much as I like you...but I guess you have other plans hmm?" He asked me with a smirk on his face.

"Shut the fuck up and kiss me please," I begged and pushed him so his back was resting on the bed. My knees were placed on either side of his hips, I grinned down at him and then continued my attack on his swollen lips. Not how I ideally imagined our first, non-intoxicated, kiss would be but still worth every second.

I smiled as the cool air graced my face. Legs sprawled out in an entangled mess. Soft shocks circulated through my body as Namjoon gently rubbed my thigh. The buzz of forgotten TV resonates in the back, but now only a mere thought. Cars pass by, honking at whatever they have going on. “A million,” he said. “A million?” I questioned confused at the aimless outburst. He sat up legs crossed pulling me closer away from the opposite side of my bed. “Let’s say there are a million people outside right now. In their own world doing whatever life has destined for them. They go to work, cook, and clean just like we do. Shit, some may even have servants and have never worked a day in their life, but they’re here right now. Just like we are. Somehow there are a million people around us and you’re all I can see y/n.”

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12 pm, I slowly stirred in bed as the sun pierced through my window abruptly breaking my sleep. I felt around for the warm presence of a certain black-haired man but was met with an empty space. I heard a loud yell come from the kitchen and I knew the boys were awake and chatting away. I carefully threw my legs to the side of the bed to quietly get down. I crept to the kitchen entrance trying not to make a sound. I listened to them talk and make bets over if Joon and I fought. I covered my mouth trying not to laugh. Still, in a daze because of this morning's events, I didn't notice Namjoon sneak up behind me.

"Good morning beautiful." He smiled and his dimples appeared on his cheeks. I couldn't help but smile at the sight. He looked so handsome and disheveled in this natural morning state. I delicately covered his face in feather-like kisses before pulling him into another passionate kiss, which he gladly reciprocated. His hands rested on my hips and I wrapped my arms around his masculine shoulders. I felt him smile into the kiss; I giggled on his lips, the lips that said the most erotic things just a few hours before we made it to this point. Suddenly we heard a camera click and the boys screamed exposing the two of us, all giddy and shy in the hallway.

"I KNEW IT, YOU FUCKERS OWE ME 5 THOUSAND WON!" Jimin screamed and threw up a fist of victory in the air.

You all erupted in laughter but what you didn't notice was Yoongi grimacing in the corner.

#namjoon x y/n #rm #namjoon x reader #yoongi x y/n #namjoon x reader x yoongi #bts fluff #bts angst #bts fanfic #friends to lovers #bts suga #joonie #i love you but we can’t #bangtan ot7

[notgonnamessthisup]

It will all work out in the end

Fandom: 5 secounds of summer

Warnings: Sh

Everyone knew about how Ashton used to self-harm. Looking back at it, the boys were ashamed that they hadn't realized it earlier. The signs had been there, clear as day. How Ashton refused to go swimming with them, how he wore hoodies in the middle of January when it was clear to everyone that he was overheating, or the way he insisted on stacking bracelets up his arm. 

Calum knew something was wrong with his friend, but he couldn't figure it out. Maybe he hadn't wanted to either. They had only known each other for a few months, the band was new and even though they were close, they weren't that close. It felt weird for Calum to ask straight out, so he didn't. He simply shut his mouth and waited for an excuse to ask about it.

Ashton had certainly not wanted the boys to find out. He guarded his secret the best he could, with elaborate lies and smiles no one could have guessed were fake. As the oldest, although he was only 17, he felt that it was his job to protect the other boys. To be there for them, help them, especially the blond fifteen-year-old. He couldn't possibly burden them with his childish problems.

They found out accidentally, barging into Ashton's bedroom to wake him up for band practice. Ashton had been sleeping topless due to the hot Australian climate, panicking as the other boys stared at his exposed arms. It was Michael who forced Ashton to sit down and talk. So Ashton explained everything as vaguely as he could without the others asking more. Then Calum had laid down some ground rules, call if he got the urge, tell one of them if he cut. They had also devised a colour system so that Ashton wouldn't have to tell them what was wrong every time but simply could say a colour to let the others know what was up.

Green-okay Orange - sad/anxious Red- wants to/has self-harmed Black-Suicidal

Ashton had agreed with teary eyes, he didn't want to, but either he accepted the boy's help or they would tell his mom. They also took his blades. Ashton would find new ones, they all knew it, but making it a little bit harder for Ashton to cut himself up made the others feel at least a little bit better. 

The whole time Luke was quiet. The younger boy didn't understand what drove Ashton to do such things, how the most perfect person in the world could hate himself so much he felt the need to split his own skin open. Luke just wanted to hold Ashton tight and never let go. In Luke's eyes, Ashton was an angel sent from above, God's gift to humanity. "I love you" Luke had whispered into the older boy's ear as they had hugged goodbye that evening. 

Ashton had kept his promise to the group, calling whenever he got the urge to hurt himself. Most of the time he called Michael, telling a half-hearted joke to distract himself from the anxiety. Other times he would be crying so hard he could bearly speak, sobbing "sorry" over and over again. Sometimes he would Facetime Calum for hours, doing whatever until they eventually fell asleep with the call still on. 

Luke never got a call. Sometimes he would get a text from Calum or Michael, telling him about a relapse, but Ashton never called the youngest boy. Luke thought that it was because he wasn't good enough, that Ashton didn't trust him enough to talk about such things. For Ashton it was the opposite, Luke was way too good, too innocent to be burdened with such horrible things. 

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After almost a year of going back and forth, Ashton managed to stop for real. He got better and happier and he even began wearing tank tops and t-shirts. When his name popped up on one of the lads' phone screens they didn't immediately think that something bad had happened. Ashton was happy. For real. After a while, he even got comfortable enough to talk about it. Not a lot, they still didn't know the reason why he had cut, he always got weird and quiet when they asked, but he could joke around about it. They didn't pretend that it never happened. 

Once Luke even asked the question that had been nagging him for almost two years. They had been sharing a hotel room, Calum and Micheal next door. "I have a question" Luke had said cautiously. The tone of his voice indicated it had something to do with the other one's bad habit, but Ashton didn't mind. They were two years older, Luke could handle it. "Why did you never call me when you were sad? I could have helped you know" He had asked with a hurt face and Ashton's heart broke at the sight. So he sat down and explained that Luke had been so young and that he shouldn't have had to deal with such things at that age. It was the truth, just not the whole truth. 

-

When Ashton was twenty-one he celebrated being three years clean. When Ashton was twenty-one he began wearing long sleeves in hot weather and stacking bracelets up his arm. The boys noticed, of course they noticed the odd behaviour again. Worried looks and hushed conversations made Ashton feel even worse, even guiltier. They knew and they knew that Ashton knew they knew. But they pretended not to, they hoped that Ashton would come to them, ask for help and the boys would gladly give it. But he never did.

"You know you can talk to me, I'm not a little kid anymore" Luke had said, cornering Ashton.  "Clearly" Ashton had smiled, looking the singer up and down in his Star Wars pyjamas, making him blush. Luke had been so flustered that he didn't even realize Ashton snuck away until it was too late.

-

The three friends were sat in the back room, quietly discussing their concern for Ashton. "We need to talk to him" Michael was speaking with a hushed voice. "No, he has to come to us himself, he knows we are more than willing to help" Calum argued. "What if he doesn't come to us?" Luke said. "What if goes and does something really bad just because we didn't reach out?" He said a little bit quieter. "Maybe we are just overanalyzing this, maybe he just likes his hoodies" Micheal suggested half-heartedly. They all knew the truth: Ashton was hurting again. Their Ashton. "Yeah, he trusts us, he'd tell us if it got really bad" Calum tried to justify, putting a comforting hand on the youngest shoulder. "He didn't last time" Luke's words came out as a whisper. "I don't want to lose him, we were way too close last time" His eyes were filling with tears. "Hey, we'll talk to him tomorrow okay? We won't lose him, well make sure of that" Calum tried to comfort the singer, earning an approving nod.

-

"Im leaving now," Ashton announced as he walked into the tour bus couch area, frowning as he saw Luke's red eyes, an obvious sign he had been crying. They had a day off and whilst the others chose to spend it chilling on the bus, Ashton wanted to go home and see his family. "See you tomorrow," Michael said without a glance, focusing his attention on the video game he and Calum were playing. Luke on the other hand followed Ashton through the bus to the door. 

"Bye," Luke offered a smile. "Bye dude, I love ya" Ashton pulled Luke into a big hug to comfort the younger man. Ashton rarely said stuff like that and in his tired mind alarm bells started to go off. "Don't say that man" Luke broke down, crying in the older man's arms. "You can't say that," He wailed again. The other two came running as they heard Luke's sobs. Concern filled them as they saw the taller boy crying into Ashton's shoulder, whispering "You can't say that" over and over again. 

"Luke calm down" Ashton tried to comfort him, confused as to why he broke down out of seemingly nowhere. "No, cuz you can't fucking say that!" The youngest almost shouted. "Why not?" Ashton looked hurt. "Cuz you're acting like you're gonna kill yourself!" Luke cried out, making Ashton take a step back. "What the fuck". Everyone in the room seemed to be taken aback by that statement, emptily staring at each other in shock. 

Ashton didn't even try lying about how he would never do that, they knew that he had tried to and it would only lead to conversations he tried to avoid. "You know I would say something if it got that bad, I promised I would," Ashton said, putting his hands on the youngest shoulders to help him calm down. "No, you wouldn't, You're cutting yourself but you still haven't told us!" Luke was hysteric. Michael and Calum exchanged a look, Luke slapped a hand over his mouth, realizing what he just said and Ashton bit his lip hard. "I don't do that anymore" Ashton mumbled.

"C'mon, do you think we're stupid? That we wouldn't notice? Don't play dumb with us Ash" Luke said, staring the older boy down. He was mad now and honestly, that was worse. "I-" Ashton began but was cut off by Luke. "You know we do care about you, you have to come to us when it gets bad, you promised" He cried. "I'm sorry" Ashton looked down at his feet. The room fell quiet, they all had known but heard Ashton confirm it was something else."C'mon, you're not going home tonight" Calum grabbed the drummer's arm and dragged him into the back room, sitting them both down on the sofas, the other two not far behind.

"Show us" Michael demanded as they sat down. Ashton hesitated and glanced at Luke. Luke had only seen his fresh cuts once before and had been horrified. The hesitation must have shown, because Calum grabbed Ashton's sleeve and yanked it up, making the cuts visible to all of them. There were fewer cuts than before, but each one was much deeper.

Luke felt like he was going to throw up, the thought of Ashton having done that to himself made him nauseous. "When did you do that?" Luke pointed at an especially deep wound that seemed to have just started healing. "Two days ago" Ashton confessed, hanging his head. He didn't want to see the others' disappointment or the looks of betrayal. "Hey, we're not mad at you" Calum grabbed Ashton's hands, smiling softly. "We just want to help, we want you to be happy" He continued, making Ashton look up at him. "We love you man, but this has gotta stop" Michael chimed in. "I know, it's just hard y'know?" Ashton explained. "We know it is, but it is worth it, isn't it?" Calum smiled. Ashton nodded, he knew that he was capable of being happy, he knew it was worth it.

"This time will be different though, whilst we're on the bus we'll have some different rules," Luke said firmly. "Yea, you'll still come to us and shit, but no locked doors and you'll tell us when you feel down, also we're reinstating the color system," Michael said, making the others nod in agreement. "And you'll be honest with us, no lying" Calum chimed in. Ashton nodded, it was reasonable. Besides, he didn't really lie to the boys. "And, um, we want your blades," Calum said once again, quieter. Ashton tensed, he knew it was coming, but he still didn't want to hand them over. "Fine" He agreed reluctantly, nothing good was gonna come out of fighting with the boys over this.

-

It was late at night, and light snores from Calum's bunk were the only thing that could be heard. Ashton couldn't sleep, he was thinking about the events of the day, how he had let down his best friends. More importantly, he really wanted to cut.

"You awake?" Ashton whispered into the darkness, to no one in particular. He didn't expect an answer, but it was worth a try. "I am" Luke whispered back. "Color?" he asked as Ashton didn't answer him. "Red" the older confessed. "Did you-?" "No". "You wanna come here?" Luke asked as he scooted over to make room in his bunk. Ashton nodded and crawled into Luke's bed, cuddling close. "I'm sorry" Ashton whispered. "Do you mind me asking you something?" Luke asked. The drummer shook his head. "Why didn't you say something? We would do anything for you, you know that". "I know, it's just... When it got bad again, it was embarrassing and you were all so proud of me and I didn't want to disappoint" Ashton confessed quietly.

"Why did it get bad again?" Luke could feel Ashton tensing up under him. "I don't wanna say" He whispered. "Okay, just know that whatever it is that makes you feel this way, we all love you" Luke comforted. He had overheard Calum saying that same thing three years ago, but the drummer seemed to relax a little bit more.

"I like a boy," Ashton said so quietly that Luke almost didn't hear. "I like a boy and he doesn't like me and it is killing me" He continued. Luke's heart almost skipped a beat. "Is that why...?" Luke didn't finish the sentence, Ashton nodding into his chest. "Oh Ash, it's gonna go away, it'll all work out in the end" Luke whispered, stroking the drummer's hair. Ashton didn't answer, they just lay there in silence, slowly falling asleep in each other's arms. 

-

The following day was tense. All of them tried to act normal but it was hard. "Morning" Ashton walked into the small kitchen where two boys sat. Luke was still sleeping. "How are you feeling?" Michael asked in between bites. "Fine" The drummer mumbled as he began making himself some cereal. "Colour?" Calum asked. "Do we really have to do this?" Ashton sighed. "You don't have to tiptoe around me, you don't have to treat me differently now," He said. Calum scoffed. "We just found out our best friend is hurting himself on purpose again, of-fucking-course were gonna treat you differently" He snapped. Ashton looked taken aback by the words. "Sorry,".

"No don't be, it's just, we need you here, we don't want to lose you so if that means treating you a little bit differently then so be it" Calum explained with watery eyes. "You're not gonna lose me" Ashton smiled sadly, putting a hand on the bassist's shoulder. "We almost did last time" Michael mumbled. Ashton didn't have anything to say to that, they were right, they had a legitimate reason to be scared. 

-

 They all cheered as Michael poured them another shot. Calum had pulled out the bottle of cheap vodka as they played video games, insisting they had to have some fun on their last day off. So they were sitting in the backroom, blasting music and playing horrible drinking games. They were all pretty fucked up but Ashton welcomed the mind-numbing sensation with open arms. He looked over at Luke, who was sitting on the armrest of an armchair. His curls were distressed from tugging at them all night long, but they still managed to look good, and the light from the television behind him made him look like an angel. Luke smiled at Ashton as their eyes met, highlighting the singer's rosy cheeks. 

"Guys this app has questions about us!" Calum shrieked with excitement over a new shitty drinking app. "I- I think imma..." Michael mumbled, stumbling out of the room towards the bathroom. "He's gonna throw up" Ashton sighed, getting up from his spot on the couch. "I'll handle it," Calum said, firmly pushing the drummer down again before leaving the other two alone in the room. 

"Wanna see what the questions are?" Luke's eyes glimmered mischievously as he reached for Calum's phone, which was left unlocked. "Who in 5sos would you rather kiss?" Luke read aloud before Ashton could answer the previous question.  He could feel his cheeks heating up, his heart beating faster. "You start" Ashton smiled, trying to play it cool. "Nuhu, I don't wanna start, you start" Luke laughed. "Im not gonna say first" The drummer argued back. "Me neither" Goddamit Luke could be stubborn. "Fine" Ashton crossed his arms. "Fine". 

The room fell silent as the two boys stared stubbornly at each other. Ashton doesn't know why he did it, it was probably the alcohol talking, but before he could stop himself, he looked Luke straight in the eyes and said "I would kiss you". Luke blinked at the comment, blushing red. "I would kiss you too, you seem like a good kisser" He smiled. "I am" Ashton confirmed with a smirk. 

Luke must have teleported to the couch because suddenly he was standing over the drummer with a shy smile. "What are you-?" Ashton was cut off by Luke's soft lips on his own. Luke was kissing him. Amazing, pretty, talented Luke was kissing him. Ashton's heart leaped, he never wanted this moment to end. He kissed back softly, scared of Luke playing some cruel trick on him. The singer grabbed Ashton's jaw, slightly tilting it backward , making his breath hitch. Luke took the opportunity to slip his tongue into the other man's mouth, making out with his friend. Ashton felt lightheaded, he wasn't even sure if it was happening or if it was a drunken fever dream.  

Luke pulled away and sat down next to a very confused drummer. "You're right, you are a good kisser" Luke smiled. Ashton could feel his heart sink, of course, Luke didn't want to kiss him, he only wanted to test Ashton's statement. "Told you," Ashton said, trying not to show his disappointment. The room fell quiet once again. "Wanna take another one?" Ashton asked to get rid of the awkward silence. "Fuck yea" Luke answered, pouring both of them another shot. "Cheers," The older man smiled, downing the clear liquid. 

The two boys stared into each other's eyes, none of them having anything to say. Luke's cheeks were still flushing red as he was eyeing the other man. In the haze of the alcohol, Luke couldn't resist the urge to just lean in a little bit. Suddenly, their lips crashed into each other, kissing each other eagerly. Ashton let his hand wander into Luke's blonde curls, forgetting all about technique and letting himself get swept up in the heat of the moment. 

Steps coming from the bathroom made the two boys pull away from each other. Breathing heavily as they smiled at each other. "You know for how long I've wanted to do that?" Ashton slurred in Luke's ear, earning a small giggle. "Hey, Michaels passed out and im going to bed" Calum appeared at the door. Ashton nodded, realizing how drunk he was. He probably should go to bed before he made a bigger fool out of himself. 

-

Ashton woke up the next morning with a killer headache and the urge to puke his guts out. The lights were still off, so some of the boys must still be sleeping he concluded. Ashton walked into the small kitchen, only to find Luke pacing back and forth, looking very distressed. Ashton's heart sank, why was Luke so upset? Was it because of last night? Was it because Ashton had kissed him and now Luke wanted out of the band?

"Hey, what's wrong?" Ashton stopped the younger boy, trying to sound as calm as possible. Luke looked up at him almost scared. "It's me" Luke whispered. "Im the reason". "What are you talking about?" Ashton asked confused. Luke sighed. "You remember last night?" He asked, gently grabbing Ashton's hands. The drummer nodded. "Im so sorry about that- I was drunk and if you want to pretend it didn't happen then im totally fine with that" Ashton rambled. "No no, it's not that, I don't want to forget about that" Luke smiled shyly, making Ashton's heart skip a beat. 

"It's just, that you told me that you had wanted to kiss me for a very long time" Luke carefully put a hand on Ashton's arm, gently dragging his thumb over the bracelets Ashton used to hide his scars. Nonononono. "And two nights ago you told me that you cut because you like a boy" Luke continued. Shitshitshitshit. "I made you cut?" Luke's voice almost broke, he was trying hard not to cry. "No of course not" Ashton pulled the younger boy into a big hug. "Yes I did, you said so yourself" The singer cried quietly into Ashton's shoulder. "I meant that when im sad, having a crush on my best friend hasn't always helped me feel better" Ashton offered a smile. "But you have never made me hurt myself" He assured. "Are you sure?" Luke asked. Ashton nodded with a smile. "I've liked you since I was seventeen, and more times than not you've been the reason I didn't hurt myself" He explained. "Okay," Luke didn't seem convinced.

"I just don't want me being afraid to tell you that I like you to be the reason you go and do that" Luke gestured towards Ashton's wrist. Ashton's heart broke into millions of pieces, he felt horrible for making Luke think this was his fault. He could only nod, having nothing to say in his defence and Luke's mad face was terrifying. Luke wasn't mad at him though, he was mad at himself. He knew that he played some part in Ashton's self-harm, Ashton was a terrible liar and no matter how small a part he played, Luke would never be able to forgive himself. He had to make it up somehow.

"Hey, Ash?" Luke said, making the drummer look up. "I would really like to kiss you now" The singer blushed. "I would like that as well" Ashton smirked, gently pulling the younger boy in for a kiss. He could feel Luke smiling against his lips, making his stomach flutter. "Told you it would work out in the end" Luke whispered in the drummer's ear, kissing him again.

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[pleckthaniel]

meant to watch star trek over dinner. ended up reading an article about the optimal way to roast vegetables, and then a roast carrots recipe, while eating my meal that included roast carrots. i really am wikipedia bf

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[girl8890]

R Town | Ch.13

Namjoon x Daisy (FemOc)

3.4k

POV: Namjoon

Warnings: Pining, Heartbreak, Breakups.

Index | Ch.14

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I never thought it would happen. I never thought I would meet a girl in a town like this that actually made my heart beat a little bit faster for her.

My dreams never involved love. I never thought about the possibility of love. My radar was always on becoming an actor and quitting this dead-end job at the town's only movie theater. I still want to be some big star like Leonardo DiCaprio or Angelina Jolie. A name that when someone hears it, they can automatically think of multiple movies they loved that they were in.

It's still my dream! Just now, for the first time in my entire life, I have a new dream on top of it. A dream of being with the blonde-haired and blue-eyed girl that's been coming in and out of the movie theater recently.

At first, I was just stunned by her beauty. The day I met her, I didn't see her walking up to the snack counter, but she came asking for the average customer order of popcorn and a soda.

"One popcorn and a large coke, please," She said with such a sweet voice.

I rolled my eyes, internally annoyed by someone coming in for an early bird movie. It's usually always grouchy old people that come in this early, and even though her voice was young and sweet, I didn't register what she looked like until I turned around, and then my brain short-circuited.

Her eyes stared at me, and I saw a thousand stories unsaid behind them. Her hair was long behind her, casting waves that I found out later to be her natural hair, but beautiful nonetheless. Her lips looked like they were constantly pouting, but that's because her lips are naturally plump and full. Only a bit of lipgloss on them to cast a shine.

It wasn't until she raised a confused eyebrow that I realized I was staring at her and not saying anything.

"One coke and p-popcorn... sure." I cursed at myself under my breath as I started her order because of the stutter and how my voice sounded. Like I was a prepubescent teenager that just hit puberty. I try to clear the awkwardness I just created by putting on my Hollywood-worthy smile and starting a natural conversation. "So, you visiting from out of town?"

I've never seen her here before, so it was one of the basic questions I ask when I see an outsider come in. The girl wasn't expecting a question, but when she heard me speaking to her, she raised herself on her toes when speaking. "Oh! No. I just moved here, actually."

"Nice," I say as I put her food on the counter. "What movie are you going to see?"

I was honestly expecting her to say, The Hating Game or Love Hard. Two chick flick movies that girls that look like her, all pretty and clearly taken by some athlete type, go to see. But instead, her answer surprises me, "The Man from Toronto." She saw my surprised reaction and smiled. "What? You didn't expect a 'girl like me' to want to see a movie like that?"

"W-well, I... you see..." I stuttered like a fucking idiot, honestly thinking she just read my mind, but luckily she showed another beautiful thing about her next; her laugh. A perfectly pitched, girly laugh that I found the corners of my lips twitching upward for.

"I'm fucking with you. It's okay. Not many people expect me to watch those types of movies, especially when they find out the reasons behind it."

"What's the reason?"

Her smile brightens. "The actors." And she steals my fucking heart. "I love Woody Harrelson. He was good in Zombie Land, but nothing beats his role in-"

"2012," We both say at the same time. That was the first time we exchanged the look. The look of two movie buffs that we're having a moment. A moment that I thought would be a perfect time for me to ask for her number, and I thought she felt the same way... until she looked away. She looked down at her food, cleared her throat, then asked, "How much for the popcorn and soda?"

"Um... d-don't worry about it. It's on me." She nods her head, gives a quick thanks, then starts to walk away.

I guess I was feeling nostalgic today, though, because right before she enters the theater, I call out with a loud "Hey" to get her attention. She spins around, waiting for me to say something. "What's your name?"

Her beautiful smile spreads again, and I swear it's so bright that her teeth were shining from a few feet away. "Daisy."

Then she entered the theater.

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This wasn't the last time I saw the girl my heart decided to have a crush on. I honestly didn't even realize what it meant until the next time I saw her. That time, she asked for my name. Then the time after that, we exchanged numbers. Then the time after that, she came in for the first time without planning to watch a movie. Coming for me, and me only.

I'm not sure if I should call this a date since I'm technically still working, but right now, it's a slow Tuesday, and Daisy and I are sitting on the floor behind the counter, asking questions to each other and playing a game with skittles.

"Alright, my turn," Daisy says right before she threw a skittle into my mouth. "What's your favorite... color?" I smirk and raise my eyebrow. It only took a few glances at my hair, and Daisy understood instantly. "Ah! Blue, duh."

I chuckle at her, then dig into the pack of skittles to fish out another one. I throw it into her mouth with ease, and I love her successful smile because of it. "If you could have any job you wanted, and I mean anything at all, what would you do?"

Daisy leans back on her hands and stares up at the ceiling, thinking. It's then I have to look away from her, feeling my face heat up when I see the way she's leaning on her hands. It's making her big.... cleavage.... area pop out even more than before in her blue and white shirt.

"Hmm..." Daisy says in thought, but then I see her bright smile return. Indicating she knows exactly what to say as her answer. "I would have to say a hairdresser."

My eyebrows shoot up into my hairline. I wasn't sure what I expected her to say, but a hairdresser wasn't something that came to mind, truthfully. "A hairdresser. Interesting. Why don't you go for it then?"

Daisy looks down at her shoes, and I try really hard to keep my eyes on her eyes while she rocks back and forth. "I just... haven't."

Her answer is simple, but something about her strange demeanor change has me pushing the subject. "Oh come on, Dais." She looks back at me through her hair at the sound of the nickname I gave her. "Why don't you try? I just so happen to be friends with the boyfriend of the hairstylist in town. I could set you guys-"

"No," Daisy interrupts urgently. I watch her cheeks heat up, and she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth from embarrassment. "I'm sorry. That was rude. I meant, no, my life is too complicated to do that. A dream like that just isn't possible for me... You, on the other hand. I would love to one day say, 'You know that guy, Namjoon, who just won a Grammy? Yeah, I used to throw skillets in his mouth from behind a movie theater snack booth."

Daisy giggles, and I can tell she's trying to change the subject. What I don't understand is why. I leave it alone because I would hate to make her feel uncomfortable, but even as she gives me her trust of thinking my dreams will come true, I feel it secretly in my heart that I would rather have hers come true.

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A few weeks have passed since that day, and I have three words to explain how I'm feeling about Daisy: I'm in love!

Beautiful, deep, teenage pining type of love! Daisy is just so perfect. We finally ended up going on a date, although we did not use the word "date." But I would consider a marathon of watching classic movies together at my apartment as a date, especially when every time our hands touch, we both look at each other and feel the sparks fly.

The first time we did this, I thought for sure we would be watching movies all night, and maybe I would find the balls to kiss her for the first time, but when 10 o'clock rolled around, she had to leave. It felt off, her having to go to work at ten at night, but I didn't question it. I never questioned anything Daisy did because the last thing I wanted to do was run Daisy away from me. That was quite literally the last thing I wanted.

But just like today, I felt off. We continued these little movie marathons in my apartment, as well as her meeting up with me at my job when it was slow, and just like all those late nights, she decided to leave thirty minutes before ten at night.

"Oh my god! I-I have to go," Daisy always says like she has lost track of time.

I don't know why this time made me ask. I don't why tonight, of all nights, but I decided to pry more into her life. Maybe because the frown on her face was extra deep, and watching her eyes widen when she realized the time was enough for me this time. "Where do you have to go?"

Daisy stops putting on her jacket and looks at me, stunned that I actually asked that question. "I've told you. I-I work overnights. I got a shift tonight."

"Yes, but where exactly do you work?"

Daisy smiles at my question, but it doesn't quite reach her ears. "I... it's hard to explain, Namjoon. Will talk about it next time."

Daisy goes to reach for my apartment door, but I stop her by jumping off the couch, running over to her, and then gently grabbed her by the wrist. She doesn't turn to face me, but she doesn't continue to leave the apartment either. The silence stretches between us, and I continue to hold onto her dainty wrist. I whisper her name, and I know she heard me because her back straightens for a second. Indicating she also heard the pled in my voice.

After a moment, she asks me to let go of her wrist, and I do. She turns the knob of the door, and I let her. I let her walk out the door without any answers about her life once again.

I watch her through the window of my apartment, get into her car and drive away. I should have just stayed put. I should have just let it go and continued being the guy that doesn't get into her business, but I don't. For the first time since meeting her a month again, I do something that could potentially have her run away from me. I grab my jacket and walk out of my apartment after her.

I don't take my car because she knows what it looks like. I've picked her up from her house and drove her to mine enough times that she even knows the license plate by heart.

I ran in the direction she drove, and I somehow kept up with her slow driving. Her car isn't able to go over a certain MPH since it's a hunk of junk and old, and this is the first time I'm glad she has a piece of shit of a car.

When she stops at a red light, I hide in the bushes and wait for her to start driving again. Feeling my adrenaline spike as I wait to see where Daisy is actually going.

Truthfully, I thought, maybe she has a boyfriend. Maybe she has another guy in her life outside of me, and she just hasn't found the right time to tell me. I know she can tell I have feelings for her, and I think she has feelings for me too. We haven't voiced it, and neither of us has made a move on each other yet, but I've caught her eyes lingering on me enough and see the blush on her cheeks that happens whenever I compliment her to think she has feelings for me.

Daisy's light then turns green, and I continue to follow her. I continue to follow her until she parks behind Jeon's game store, and I plant myself in another set of bushes nearby. I sigh in relief when I realize she's probably just working part-time with Jungkook, and she only works the overnight shifts there since it's open 24/7.

But when she gets out of her car, instead of walking in the direction of the game store back entrance, she towards the Lee club.

I watch her walk to the back door, knock on it three times, then the owner, Felix, I think his name is, answers the door. The guy looks wasted and stares down at Daisy with a smirk and eyes her like a piece of meat ready to be eaten. I feel a spike of anger coarse through me because I like how he's looking at her right now. I watch them exchange a few words, Daisy shaking her head multiple times while they do. I'm too far away to know what either of them is saying, but I can tell by Daisy's stance she's not liking the conversation at all.

At one point, though, Felix's lusty smirk falls. Daisy's back straightens, looking like she is nervous by the way her bodies shaking, and I ready myself to intervene if something bad happens. Her anxiety is radiating to me from twenty feet away.

But instead of Felix doing anything, or either of them exchanging any more words, nothing happens. He moves to the side and lets her walk in. After she crosses the thresholds, Felix and Daisy quickly disappear behind the door when it closes. The metal door makes a loud smack when Felix shuts it.

I regret a few things that night. I regret not asking her more questions, and instead of being the nice, non-pushy guy that I am. I regret not taking my car because I feel a sniffle coming on, and I regret waiting there and not leaving after the door has shut.

It's obvious what she does for a living now. It's obvious why she's here and hasn't told me about it either. It's clear as fucking day, but I still sit there in the cold and wait for her. I sit there for hours behind the bushes.

And within those hours, I'm thinking about a bunch of different scenarios of what will happen when I see her again. Some bad, some optimistic, and others where I just chicken out. I think about chickening out and just leaving a thousand times throughout the night. Thinking about also never speaking to Daisy about this and what it could mean for us, but I also know that I've chickened out of way too many things when it comes to Daisy.

There have been so many opportunities for me to tell her my feelings, to kiss her, to hold her hand, to ask her on a real date, but I've done none of it. Now, I'm here outside the Lee club, and I'm not leaving until I see her. I can't just let this go without talking to her, as much as past me is telling me to do exactly that.

It's nearly three in the morning before Daisy leaves the Lee club and is seen at the back door again. I stand up, and I have to practically run over to her because she's speed walking to her car, only a few feet away from the club.

Looking back, it was kind of stupid coming up behind her, but I didn't think when I touched her shoulder to turn her around, she would pull a knife on me! I raise my hands, scared she'll stab me if I don't, and yell out, "Woah! Woah! Daisy, it's me! Namjoon."

Daisy breathes out a sigh of relief, but the look of confusion is then clear on her face when she realizes it is me. That expression soon turns to horror no more than a second later, and she quickly wraps herself up in her jacket. Too little too late, though, because I saw her fancy light blue lingerie underneath it already. I'll be honest, she looks extremely sexy in it... but she didn't wear it for me.

I feel a spike of jealousy hit me, but that soon turns into confusion when I notice her regular clothing hanging out of her purse. That only makes me think she didn't want to stick around at the club to get changed.

Before I could think into that information any further, Daisy asks, "Namjoon, what the hell are you doing here?"

"What the hell am I doing here? What the hell are you doing here? Are you a s-stripper or something?" I didn't mean to raise my voice or stutter, but I was actually hoping - no, praying - that she would say yes. Confirming she was only a part of the stripping at this club and nothing further. That or something for this club did not involve her at all.

I would be okay with that. I would be okay with her working here as only a stripper. Although it makes me very jealous to know so many other guys have seen her that way, I would still be okay with it. I wouldn't be that person to tell her what to do, but at the same time, if she's the or something...

But her face answers my unasked question before her words do. "Um... Yeah. That's part of my job."

"P-part of your job? What other parts are there?" I hear my voice get horse, and it's because I'm afraid of her answer.

Daisy nods her head, and I see the tears start to form in her eyes. Her lip juts out, and it's wobbling uncontrollably. She's trying and failing not to cry while she says her next words...

"I'm also a prostitute, Namjoon." My heart cracks. "And... I'm sorry, but I can't see you anymore." It cracks some more. "I think it would be better I-if we just s-stoped seeing each other. My life's too complicated to have you in it. I'm— I'm sorry." Then Daisy gets into her car and drives away.

I watch Daisy drive away, and I just stand there stunned. Stunned by her admitting to being a prostitute and stunned by her breaking off our relationship. Did we even have a relationship? That's not important right now...

Daisy just broke us off, and honestly, even when I thought it was a clear possibility after she walked into the club, I was never thinking about breaking up our friendship. I never thought of kicking Daisy out of my life. I couldn't. Not now that I know, I love her. I love her, and I want to help her. I was going to tell her that I could help her leave this life, help her get a job with J-hope, and support her until she was back on her feet. That's what I was going to say if the possibility was confirmed, but thinking it over and actually knowing it's the truth... I'm such a fucking coward.

I stood there, shocked from the instant heartbreak of her words, and let her drive away. Even now, looking at the back of her car stopped at the stop sign at the exit of the plaza, I continue to stare at her car and do nothing.

Another regret for me today... doing nothing.

I let the beautiful, movie-obsessed, skittle-throwing champ, comic book collecting, lover of Adele and Sia, and classic movie enthusiast Daisy leave me. I let the person I love leave.

When her car finally turns, and Daisy is out of my sight, my heart completely breaks.

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Index | Ch.14

#r town #r town chapter 13 #chapter 13 #namjoon #Namjoon bts #rm #rm bts #bts #euphoria #bts love story #strangers to lovers #strangers to friends to lovers #slow burn #Namjoon x femoc #Namjoon x oc #namjoon x reader #kim namjoon #Kim Namjoon x femoc #love is love #I never know what to tag #lol #break ups #angst #pining #heartbreak

[lifeflowingon]

| A day in the life 5 |

SUMMARY: Friends to lovers.

PAIRING: Namjoon x female reader.

GENRE: Established relationship, slice of life.

WARNINGS: None.

A/N: Namjoon drabble #7

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At one point you were laughing and then you were kissing.

Friends for a while before falling in love and risking it all.

Raining, helping her dry her hair with a towel, kissing.

Doubts, looking at each other, kissing again, harder, fire, yearning, love.

#au #bts #bts au #bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #kim namjoon #rm #established relationship #friends to lovers #masterlist #lifeflowingon #a day in the life

[loveisnotovertae]

Love is Not Over

Love Is Not Over

✏️Taehyung x OFC ✏️Friends to Lover AU 🛑 Rated 18+ 📖WC: 2153 ⚠️Mentally abusive and controlling ex, stalking, mention of anxiety cheating, COVID, drinking, drunk hookup, masturbation, oral, accidental marriage, accidental pregnancy⚠️

Mae always wanted to go to South Korea and visit all the places her Aunt and Uncle used to tell her stories about. So after catching her fiancè cheating, she did just that. Her two month trip turned into a permanent stay thanks to covid lockdown. A friendly neighbor turned best friend, who just so happened to be part of the biggest music group in the world. A drunken night that changed her life forever.

Chapter 6

“According to Twitter, the guys are leaving for the States, at the same time we’re heading back.” D said, looking at her phone.

“That would explain why I haven’t heard much from Jimin,” Mae said, adjusting herself in the seat.

The women were on their way back from a hike to one of the volcanoes. They’d been on the island for almost a week now and spent the majority of the time away from the house and out exploring. Jeju was a beautiful island with so much to see and do. They’d gone hiking, visited The Haenyeo women, and even explored some lava tubes. Pretty much every tourist attraction they could. Next week they planned to take things easier. Staying closer to town and the house.

“Here I thought you just snuck away to talk to him so that I wouldn’t steal your phone.” Veronica laughed from the front seat.

“Nope, he said he was busy, and when he did text it was super late. Does it say what they’re doing?” Mae leaned over to look at D’s phone.

“An award show and preparing for their concert next month.” D looked at Mae. “Don’t they tell you these things?”

“Not unless I ask. If they want me to know something they’ll tell me. I usually find out at the same time everyone else does.”

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

“No, I knew they had a show and concert coming up. But that’s next month. I wonder if they are doing something else and that’s why they are leaving earlier.” Mae replied.

The women stopped at a restaurant to eat and then went to their final stop, LoveLand, before heading back to the house. Although Mae was a little apprehensive about it, she was excited to see what the “amusement park for adults” had.

Just as they were getting ready to leave the park, Mae’s phone went off.

“How’s my favorite person in Seoul?” Mae asked.

“Bored. How’s Jeju? Did you guys do anything interesting today?” a curious Jimin asked from the other end of the phone.

“We went for a hike to one of the volcanoes. We’re just finishing up at LoveLand right now before we head back.”

“You went to the sex park?” Jimin shouted, causing Mae to hold the phone from her ear.

“Jesus, I heard him clear over here.” Kimberleigh laughed.

“Yes,” Mae said, putting the phone back to her ear.

“I don’t believe you.” Mae’s face scrunched in confusion at Taehyung's voice.

“Jimin, do you have me on speaker phone?”

“Yes, I figured I’d give you a call while we were eating.”

“How many people are there?” Mae asked.

“Just me, Tae, and Jungkook.”

“Hi, Mae.” Jungkook's amused voice came through the phone.

“Hello, JK.” 

“Mae, are you really at LoveLand?”

“Yes we are. Hang on a second and I’ll put you on video.” Mae pulled the phone away from her ear and pressed the video chat option. She laughed when Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook's faces showed up on screen. Judging by the angle, Jimin obviously had his phone laying on the table.

“Hi, Veronica.” Jimin said when Mae flipped the camera around just as Veronica stopped to look at one of the statues.

“Hey, Jimin.” She said with a flirty tone and waved.

The women continued the walk through the park with the three men on the phone. The guys ate their food while the women passed around the phone and told them about each thing they stopped at. 

“Too bad you guys are so busy getting ready to leave.” Veronica said as they piled back into their vehicle. “We were hoping that we’d get to at least meet you in person. I mean, you have been taking care of Mae for three years.”

“You just want Jimin here so you can flirt with him in person.” D said, causing everyone to laugh.

“Do you blame me? Look at him.”  Veronica lifted up the phone for her to see it better in the back seat.

“Veronica is making Jimin blush.” Jungkook giggled.

“Speaking of good looks.” D shifted in the seat so that she was closer to the phone. “Do any of you happen to know which one of you Mae’s been having sex dreams about?”

“That’s enough of that!” Mae yanked D back in her seat and took the phone away from Veronica. “We’ll talk to you guys later. Bye!”

“Wait, you’ve dreamt about sex with one of us?” an amused Jimin asked quickly.

“Nope, not having this conversation with you. Bye!” Flustered Mae hung up the phone before anyone could say anything else.

Mae sent death glares to her friends who were laughing as she put her phone away. She couldn’t be mad at them, she would have done the same thing if roles were reversed. But she could give them the cold shoulder while she calmed down.

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The women spent the remainder of the afternoon relaxing around the house. But by early evening, the four of them started to go stir crazy and decided to get a head start on some of the photo shoots they had planned since it was a nice evening.

“You’ve got your wish, Veronica.” Mae said, gently tossing her phone onto the kitchen island.

Veronica looked up from the camera and asked, “Which wish is that, Giant? I have a lot of wishes.”

“Jimin will be here tomorrow so that you guys can meet him.” 

“He’s what?” Veronica yelled, causing D and Kimberleigh to run from the other room where they were getting the outfits ready.

“What the hell is happening? Is everything ok?” A frightened Kimberliegh asked.

“No, everything is not ok!” 

Mae watched in amusement as Veronica started to panic. “Park Jimin is coming here! Park Jimin in the flesh in front of me! How could you do this to me?” she asked, looking at a laughing Mae.

“It’s what you wanted! What do you mean by ‘How could I do this to you?’ it’s not like he’s already outside the front door.”

“She does have a point, Ronnie.” D added before going back to the other room.

“Don’t you take her side!” Veronica yelled after her.

“We aren’t taking anyone's side, Ronnie. You wanted him here and now he’s coming. At least they gave you a warning.” Kimberleigh shrugged. “Now why don't you two go get your first outfit on.” She picked up the camera that was in front of Veronica.

“Get your ass back here, Giant!” 

Mae ran through the house laughing while Veronica chased after her.

Mae looked at herself in the mirror one last time before going back outside. She’d gained some weight since the last photoshoot they did together. But it was a good weight, she looked a lot healthier than she did while she was with Tyler. He was very particular about how the two of them looked; she only ate the things he deemed healthy.

“Holy tits and ass.” Kimberleigh said when Mae stepped out onto the patio.

“I think this bikini might be a little too small.” She mumbled adjusting the top trying to cover herself as much as she could.

“Nonsense.”

“You don’t think it shows too much?”

“It’s a bikini, Mae. It’s supposed to show what you have.” D said, moving one of the lounge chairs.

“How do you feel about it? Because we all think you look sexy as hell.” Veronica stood beside her and assessed the outfit, “If you aren’t comfortable we can skip it or you can put the cover up on. It’s see-through so it won't hide everything.”

“I feel amazing. It just feels a little strange having so little on in public. I haven’t worn a bikini outside since I left the States.” Mae admitted.

“Here, put this on for now.” Kimberleigh said, handing her the cover up. “You can always take it off.”

Mae put on the light fabric and looked at herself in the full length mirror they’d taken from one of the bedrooms and placed on the patio.  Veronica was right, the black knitted clothing didn’t cover everything, the front was open and she could still see the purple bikini through the back, but it covered enough until she was comfortable.

“Alright, where do you want me?”

“Over here next to the pool.” D pointed at the lounge chair she’d moved.

“DJ, drop that beat!” Veronica picked up the camera and yelled to Kimberleigh.

“BTS? Really?” Mae asked with a laugh.

“They have good songs.” Kimberleigh shrugged and mouthed the lyrics ‘Am I Wrong’.

The next hour and a half was filled with chaos as the women sang, danced, and took pictures. It was hectic and the women were having the time of their lives. It was just like old times, before Tyler.

“The food should be here in a few minutes,” Kimberleigh said, turning down the music. “I’m going to go wait out front. Mae don’t fall!” She shouted before entering the house.

“Geez, she says that like I’m clumsy or something.” Mae put her hand on D’s shoulder to steady herself while she stood on the lounge chair.

“That’s because you are.” D laughed.

“Oh that’s going to look beautiful with the color of the sunset in the sky.” Veronica stood in front of them. “I thought you were a giant before,” she laughed looking up at Mae.

“Be careful, Ant. I can squish you with my big toe.” she laughed, lifting one foot.

“Put your damn foot down, woman!” D said, grabbing a hold of Mae when she started to wobble. “I’m going to go help Kimberleigh and get our drinks. You two are going to give me a heart attack.”

“There’s a slight breeze up here. Do you think I should put the cover up back on and let it flow?” 

“Is there enough to make it?” Veronica asked, handing her back the fabric she discarded not too long ago.

“Wouldn’t hurt to try.” Mae shrugged.

Veronica stepped back and waited for Mae to get situated again while she found her perfect angle. The sun was getting ready to set, causing the sky to be a mixture of pastels. The colors blended beautifully with Mae’s swimsuit. So the idea was to get her as high up as possible. Mae started out the last shoot with her back towards the ocean so that Veronica could get a few shots of her front with and without the cover up.

“Alright, let's get you turned around so that I can get some shots of your back.”

“Come help. I don’t have D and don’t want to fall in the pool.”  Mae said, waving her hand at Veronica.

“What in the world is taking them so long?” She asked, taking Mae’s extended hand and helping her turn.

“Maybe the food is taking a little longer.”

“Food’s here, ladies.” Kimberleigh said, stepping out onto the patio.

“What the hell took you so long?” Mae asked, not looking Kimberleigh’s way as she watched Veronica get the cover up from the railing.

“I’ll fuck you senseless.” Veronica said softly, frozen in place and looking towards the house behind Mae.

“You’ll do what?”

“It’s nice to finally see you too, Veronica.” Mae’s eyes widened at the sound of Jimin’s voice.

“Ronnie, tell me that isn’t Jimin. Please tell me we’ve been in the heat too long and are hallucinating.”

“If it is, I'm not complaining.”

Not taking her eyes off the man from her dreams, Veronica shoved the cover up towards Mae, causing her to lose her balance on the cushion top lounge chair. Everyone went wide-eyed with panic when they heard Mae scream as she fell back into the cool water.

“Ronnie, I’m going to kill you!” Mae yelled once she’d resurfaced.

“I am so sorry, Giant. I was so focused on the gorgeous man I completely forgot you were on the lounge chair.”

“Well your lack of focus nearly got me killed.” Mae said swimming across the pool. “Your ass is just lucky it was the deep end.”

Mae adjusted her suit that had shifted from the impact before standing up in the shallow end and walking up the three steps to exit.

“Would you like a towel?” Mae looked up in shock to find Taehyung standing in front of her. “You hit the water pretty hard, are you ok?” Mae, unable to speak, just nodded. “By the way,” he said, unfolding the towel and leaning in closer, “You look good in that suit but I prefer the forest green lace number from three years ago.” Taehyung whispered in her ear as he put the towel around her shoulders.

Mae leaned away from him when she realized he was talking about the lingerie she’d worn for their last shoot in Colorado. Taehyung smirked when her wide eyes met his. He gave her a playful wink before walking back towards the group.

#Kim Taehyung | V/Original Female Character(s) #Kim Taehyung | V #Mae #Kim Namjoon | RM #Kim Seokjin | Jin #Min Yoongi | Suga #Jung Hoseok | J-Hope #Park Jimin (BTS) #Jeon Jungkook #Fluff #Fluff and Smut #Fluff and Humor #Eventual Smut #Angst and Fluff and Smut #Mild Smut #Friends to Lovers #Alcohol #taehyung #bts #bangtan #taehyung x oc #taehyung fic #BangtanWHQ #Bts fanfic #Taehyung fanfic

[yoongsisbae]

Stories by Member

JJK

Not a Creature was Stirring You wake up Christmas Eve night not to find Santa, but to find a man cold and shivering on your front porch. Clothes tattered, cuts on his body, out in the snow. You find out he’s not as helpless as he appears. Kind of cute, kind of scary, very buff Jungkook Fantasy AU. Spring Day Still with You [Sequel to Not a Creature was Stirring] You ran away from the cold, Jungkook ran with you, warming each other’s hearts. But within the cycle of life, there is death, and as spring blooms, the blood still lays soaked in the dirt. You ran and they chased. Hybrid!Jungkook.

Banana Milk It’s Jungkook’s Birthday, will he get his birthday wish?

The Fantasy You and your boyfriend try out a new form of role play, but it just keeps going wrong…

I Didn’t Mean It, I Still Love You Yoongi made a mistake, will you forgive him? Or is it too late?

Ddak-ji SLAP Jungkook, Seokjin, and you decide to play a game…and then you fu-

Campfire Burning A steamy fic inspired by a certain vlive.

Seven Days a Week Every day, Jungkook shows you his devotion, deeper than the ocean. Seven different scenarios, seven days a week. idol!jungkook x noona!reader

Go Home, You're Drunk! - 75% “Who…are…you…” “Your worst nightmare, sweetheart.” “Really? Because you look like you belong in a boyband.” whacky and dark & for all the girlies who love an unhinged yandere character

The Snap - 70% The only surviving member of BTS, it takes Jungkook five years to find happiness again. And then life snapped back. What is Jungkook going to do now?

KTH

Christmas with a Vampire There once was a time when holidays were warm and special, Taehyung remembers. To you, even in his coldness, Taehyung is all you need for Christmas. Cyber-punk futuristic AU with a self-hating vampire Tae.

BTS Song Fic (Blue and Grey) Sad song. Sad story. Sad author. Happy reader?

V is for Villain 1 / 2 / 3 - 90% What does it mean to be a villain? What does it really mean to be a vigilante? A vanquisher of evil or a victor for the good? Stories praise the fall of devils, cheer at the marvels of the virtuous, and forget the victorious tell a version conveniently veiling their own atrocities. Evilness was once the brightest star in heaven. And goodness, well, morality can so often be contentious. This time, there is the hero with the strength of a hundred men, there is the villain that can vanish his vulnerabilities in a very instant, and then there’s you. Superclumsysuperhero!RMverse AU.

PJM

Christmas Mass Every Sunday, like clockwork, as designed and ordained, you sit quietly. Pray. Christmas mass comes, tonight your congregation dresses beautifully, like ornaments placed in a row right in front of God. Your priest, stands at the head like an angel atop the tree, commanding and pious and hauntingly handsome. Red. You’re a good faithful girl. You were taught to be, punished to be. You pray for respite, for something more than the condemnation this cold and icy town bestows upon you. Sinners. The coldness permeates your bones, you’re always scared. Tainted. Terrified of sin, terrified by your thoughts for your priest. Sacrilegious. This Christmas prayers are answered by no God. Demon AU. Dark smut.

You Asked for Help, He Asked Your Name You ran away from your responsibilities, but they caught you and tried to lay claim to your body. If your life was never going to be yours anyways, you decided might as well give it away and make a deal. fairyprince!Jimin

KNJ

Your Friendly Neighborhood Superhero, RM Best friends 2 Lovers. Idiots 2 Lovers. Lovers 2 Enemies? This is a different kind of superhero story ;) Christmas Lights Out! Agust D vs RM Super Hero Christmas Special! You visit your hometown during the holidays. You and your childhood friend Joon reminisce and you learn more about your smooth tech talker business partner Yoongi. Can he win you over once and for all? Set in Super Clumsy Super Hero RM universe. Extended Scene: The Mind Reader, The Telekinetic and The Closet just silly and raunchy and ridiculous, dirty thoughts...it goes there. V is for Villain 1 / 2 / 3 - 90% What does it mean to be a villain? What does it really mean to be a vigilante? A vanquisher of evil, or a victor for the good? Stories praise the fall of devils, cheer at the marvels of the virtuous, and forget the victorious tell a version conveniently veiling their own atrocities. Evilness was once the brightest star in heaven. And goodness, well, morality can so often be contentious. This time, there is the hero with the strength of a hundred men, there is the villain that can vanish his vulnerabilities in a very instant, and then there’s you.

I Appreciate Your Apology A Christmas party has you on thin ice with your favorite dom. Daddy Joon appreciates your apology, but does he accept it? daddydom!Joon smut, PWP, filth, aka Joon edging you until you see sleighbells.

Cold Feet You don’t want to get married anymore, what does Namjoon want? 

JHS

Day Dream The days are hotter, the nights are hotter too. You sleep, restless. Tired, you sleep more, you sleep and you dream and you meet the dream walker and things somehow become even steamier. Sandman!Hoseok Dream Analysis / Alternate Ending 

Disco Winter Ball You and your friend Hoseok are best friend buddies going on a date to the annual disco winter ball. But it’s not a date date, okay? You and Hoseok just love music and you love dancing and Hoseok loves watching you dance. Wait not love, not in that way! A friendly love. Just friends. Just two friends who drink a little too much eggnog. HOAL couple holiday special

I Thought You Were Mine? Drunk arguing leads to drunk fuc–

MYG

The Woman with the Black Cat on Her Shoulder Fearful, they buried them, stomped them into the dirt. Underneath their boot, scared men were unaware the seeds of hope had planted by their own volition. From the dirt and grime, grew flowers, blooms so tall, eclipsing their hatred. You were strong and unwilling to be cut down any more. Shapeshiftercat!yoongi.

Yoongi is a Rock That’s it. That’s the plot. Yoongi is a rock. Audio Ver. by the talented @voice-over-ff

I Didn’t Mean It, I Still Love You Yoongi made a mistake, will you forgive him? Or is it too late? 

Christmas Lights Out! Agust D vs RM Super Hero Christmas Special! You visit your hometown during the holidays. You and your childhood friend Joon reminisce and you learn more about your smooth tech talker business partner Yoongi. Can he win you over once and for all? Set in Super Clumsy Super Hero RM universe.

King of Corruption [Sequel to Christmas Mass] The organ player takes his time with you, holding you and caressing your body while you sleep, until you can’t discern your dreams from your reality. A king and a sleeping beauty, his name leaves your lips like a prayer, prostated at his feet in blind reverence…the perfect position for him to corrupt and defile you. Demon AU. Dark smut.

KSJ

The Flower Bridge You couldn’t, you didn’t want to, not anymore, the pain was too much, you wanted it to end, so you visited the bridge. Standing at the highest point, the wind stung, but your problems were bigger, your pain was stronger than the whipping air and your anguish deeper than the water below. Tethered in the center, connecting the place you came from and the place you were going, you found another type of bridge and he found you. Ghost!Seokjin.

Meet Cute, Time Loop A story where Seokjin loves you before you love him before he loves you.

Ddak-ji SLAP Jungkook, Seokjin, and you decide to play a game…and then you fu-

Seokjin’s Ho Ho Ho Your boyfriend surprises you with a Christmas dinner on the beach, things get a little steamy, candy canes get sucked, peppermint liquor might be involved, there is definitely some questionable Santa Costume attire, and lots of jolly lovin’! HOAL couple holiday special.

Christmas Lights Out! Agust D vs RM Super Hero Christmas Special! Extended Scene: The Mind Reader, The Telekinetic and The Closet just silly and raunchy and ridiculous, dirty thoughts...it goes there.

Gangnam Girlfriend: Korea’s #1 Celebrity Dating Show with your Host, International Super Star, Jin Welcome to Gangnam Girlfriend! Where Korea’s top eligible singles fight for a chance at love! You're supposed to be playing the dating game right? Not sneaking off in the middle of the night with the show’s host to watch the stars and talk about all your lost love connections, cuddling under a blanket. And even if the choice is clear, Kim Seokjin can't date you, the reason you joined is because you wanted a public relationship, and Jin could neverrr. Even though he wants to finally settle down! But Hybe wouldn't let him join as a contestant so he took the next best thing instead, our story's beloved host, yet now he's regretting his decision as he watches the girl he is starting to fall for fall for someone else, oh no! Meet the Cast / Epi1 - 85%

OT7

SERIES

Bon Voyage: Into the Sea [Fantasy AU] A storm capsized your boat and looks like you were the only survivor. Somehow you made it to shore, but where? Stranded, you suddenly find out you are not alone, and now you’re stuck in the middle of a centuries old conflict between 7 monsters. Member Imagines /Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 / Ch4 /  Ch5 / Ch6 / Ch7 - 5% / ?

Handshakes of a Lifetime [Soulmate AU] …the meeting room is getting closer and closer, basking you and those around you in warm light, and you think about all the internet comments people write about this kind of moment, “she must have saved a country in her past life to experience this.” Playlist / Ch1 / Drabble - JJK / Ch2 / Ch3 / X-mas - JHS / Ch4 / X-mas - KSJ / Ch5 / Ch6 / Ch7 / Ch8 / Ch9 / Ch10 - 10% / ?

Caught! House of Cards [Yandere AU] You needed money. The pandemic offered little options. So you joined a website to make some quick and easy cash. Men paying to look at you, harmless fun, right? It was a decision you didn’t think too much about, you just wanted an income again. Little did you know how dangerous the members of House of Cards were. You weren’t prepared for the consequences of your actions. Watch out! Houses built with cards come tumbling down… Profiles / Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 / Ch4 / Xmas Drabble - KTH / Ch5 - 90% / ?

Run Run Run [Zombie Apocalypse AU Slow Burn] A zombie apocalypse breaks out and you’re stuck on a plane with none other than…BTS! Oh, you thought because you were an Army that would help you survive? Girl think again. Member Poll / Seoul Flow / Yangyang Living / Seoul Town Road / Hwarang Freestyle / Seoul Close / Samsung State of Mind - 5% / The Big Hit Break In! - TBA / ?

T H E T A K E O V E R [BTS Apocalypse / Dystopian AU Thriller] The recruits of Bangtan Academy were trained to be super soldiers, to be the strongest, fastest, most cunning fighters in the world. Now they are being put to the test! You were at the bottom of your class, but you noticed the cracks in the system first, what are you going to do? Run or try to save the world Prequel / Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 - 78% / ?

DRABBLES

BTS (as kisses) / BTS (as holidays) / BTS (as drinks)

BTS Cheering You Up While Studying Korean

MASTERLISTS

Naughty Girl Christmas BTS X-MAS Masterlist

Spring Fling Fantasy Stories that Bloom Masterlist

BTS Supers RM Verse Masterlist (coming soon…)

Original Masterlist

#bts masterlist #bts imagines #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts fantasy au #bts hybrid au #bts yandere #bts soulmate au #ot7 x reader #bts angst #bts fluff #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #yoongi x reader #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #hoseok x reader #seokjin x reader

[dari-ede]

He has filled up my entire camera roll. My favorites are when he thinks I’m not looking. 🔥😏

#rm x reader #friends to lovers #bts #bts fanfic #inthemiddleofthenight #fluff #bangtan sonyeondan #rm x maya #bts rm #fluff and smut #rm fanfic #namjoon fanfic #namjoon x reader #bts x female reader #bts smut #smut #boyfriend #secret relationship #Spotify