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blujk · 2 years
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Ch. 6
I woke up and got ready for work. I was honestly dreading going because I did not want to see Jake. The entire weekend I was thinking about him and it’s been driving me crazy. No matter how much I tried to get him out of my mind, nothing seemed to help. Other than Jake keeping my mind occupied, there was that DM from BigHit. I emailed them the day after letting them know that they’re account must’ve been hacked. I mean what are the chances of BigHit reaching out to a fan and inviting to interview TXT?? 
I sighed and headed out of my apartment. I pulled out my phone to check the time and remembered that it’s only a few minutes until my video is released. I pull up twitter and get ready to edit my tweet that notifies my subscribers that my new video is up.
By the time I reached campus, my video was up and I released the tweet. I made my way towards the office and greeted all my coworkers and made my way to the back where the cubicles are. I pull out my computer, and start doing my emails that my group of students sent me over the weekend. I stop and pull out my earbuds to keep me concentrated, and when I was about to put in one of my headphones, my stomach grumbled. I guess Jake was so deep in my mind that I forgot to eat breakfast. I sigh and get up and make my way to the front to inform my coworkers that I was going to grab some breakfast.
I was about to inform my coworkers when I suddenly saw Jake, which I was hoping not to see today. I got myself together and smiled, and greeted him, “Hey! How are you?”
“I’m doing good, how are you?” He asked, smiling back at me. 
“I’m good, just a little hungry haha.” I literally felt like I was losing my cool. Him looking so handsome literally is making me go even more insane than I was over the weekend. 
“Oh, hey I'm just about to head to the cafe before my class starts, would you like to grab some coffee together?” My mind stopped working for a second, I was not expecting him to ask me.
“Oh, u-uhm yeah, sure.” I was going to turn to ask my coworkers if it’s okay, until Renee beat me to it.
“Oh girl, you go ahead, we’ll be fine. Go grab some food.” She reassured me, and I looked at Alex and Lena making sure they’re okay with me going. I see both of them nodding and I make my way to the door. Nervous, and mentally digging myself into a very very deep hole. 
“I’ll be back in a bit.” I turn to my coworkers, I see Lena giving me a thumbs up and Renee saying ‘Okay.’ with a wink at the end, while I roll my eyes at her. I turned my head back to Jake, and was so glad he did not see Renee wink.  
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I chuckled at Jake’s joke as he opened the door for me to the cafe. It’s a little surprising to me that I got a bit comfortable around him. 
I’m looking at the menu trying to decide what I want to wake me up and get me through until I get lunch. 
“You know what you want?” Jake asked.
“Yeah.” I nod when he and I go up to the counter together. 
“Hi I would like an iced coffee, and…” Jake says, and looks over at me. 
“I’d like a breakfast sandwich and an iced chocolate chip mocha.” I said while taking out my wallet. 
“Alright cool, I’ll get you guys your order.” The cashier said, I was shocked and saw that Jake was putting back his wallet. 
“Hey, you didn’t have to pay for my food.” I said, feeling bad.
“Nah it’s fine, it’s my treat.” He said.
“Well at least let me pay you back.” 
“Really it’s fine, don’t worry. If it makes you feel better, how about you buy me lunch the next time we see each other. Does that sound okay?” He said, showing me his cute little small smile, which I noticed his cute dimple… not the cute dimple. Man can he be anymore handsome- this is driving me nuts!
Not gonna lie, when he asked me I felt my stomach do flips, while having butterflies. Needless to say, I was shook to the very core. 
“S-sure, that’s fine.” My cheeks were turning red, and being inside the cafe was not making it any better. At this point I needed to be thrown into my hole that I mentally made. 
When we got our orders, I thanked him and we both headed out together, “So I have to head to class. I’ll see you later, yeah?” He said, a tint of hope in his voice.
“Yeah, and thanks for buying my food. I’ll see you later.” I smiled at him.
He smiled back and turned his back to me to head to his class. 
I head back to the office and I’m honestly glad that Renee and Lena weren’t there. Alex saw me and opened the door for me, and I headed towards the back and started eating my food and took out my phone and scrolled on twitter. 
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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years
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BTS Reaction | Jealous of a TXT Member [Request]
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A/N: I’ve come to the conclusion I suck at writing about jealous so I’m sorry this sucks x
Seokjin:
"Where are you going?" Jin asked as you got up from the sofa in the main seating area of the BigHit building, you and Jin had been together for a couple of years now and it was the best couple of years of your life.
"Kai said he has something he wants to show me." You kissed Jin on the nose and rushed out of the room to find Kai. You were close to each of the TXT boys since they were like younger brothers to you but you were the closest with Kai since he was the one you spent most of your time with. You hadn't noticed it but Jin was starting to get more and more jealous of the younger Idol as he felt he got to see you more than he did.
"It's not fair," Jin grumbled to Jimin who happened to be in the room with him, he looked up from his phone to his Hyung who was staring out of the door after you.
"Why don't you go with her?" Jin shook his head looking at Jimin,
"If she wanted me there she would have asked," He grumbled going onto his phone trying to ignore the nagging feeling he was having in the pit of his stomach but it was hard to ignore them.
"I'm going to find her." He got up from the sofa and marched out of the room and down the hall to where he knew Kai's favourite studio was. Inside he found you with earphones on leaning close to the screen and bobbing your head along to the music Kai was showing you.
"Jin-Hyung." Kai got up and began bowing and you turned around smiling brightly,
"You should listen t it Jin, it sounds incredible." But the look on his face told you he didn't want to listen to it, you could tell he was angry about something so you got up from the desk and said a quick goodbye to Kai following Jin out of the room before he pushed you into another room.
"Jin what is wrong with you?" You asked as he pushed you against the door and roughly kissed you,
"I'm sick of you always hanging around with him and not me." You giggled pushing him away from you as you realised he was jealous,
"Jin...We live together, I see you all the time." He didn't care, he was still jealous about it.
"Why would you want someone younger?" You pushed some of the hair out of his face and kissed his nose,
"I don't want anyone but you Jin, Kai is like a baby brother to me you know that." You whispered to him and he did but the jealously he was feeling was fogging everything up for him,
"Okay how about this, me and you go for a late lunch? Head home and spend the night together? Just us." He nodded and you kissed his nose again pulling him out of the room and in the direction of the exit.
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Yoongi:
You walked down the stairs of your shared apartment to find your boyfriend, Yoongi, doing sit-ups by the sofa and then moving over to the pull-up bar you had installed in the doorway that connected the kitchen and living room together. He hadn't noticed you watching him so you continued to while he worked out, his muscles on display for you to see which made you smirk, you loved when he worked out which was a shame because he didn't do it much, then images of the night before came back to you. You realised why he was working out so much now and you felt a little guilty about it.
"Beomgyu was just telling me about his work out Yoongi he can finally bench press-" Yoongi was blurring everything out once he heard about Beomgyu working out and how impressed you were by it. He felt a rush of jealousy rushing through his body and he felt angry that you were so impressed by the younger Idol. 
"He's going to start running with me in the mornings so I'm not alone," You told him and that was all it took, Yoongi vowed to start working out more and then start going on runs with you in the mornings. 
"Yoongi?" You questioned trying to act as though you hadn't already put it all together, he dropped down from the pull-up bar and smiled at you,
"Morning gorgeous." He kissed you and brought you closer to him earning a fake gag to come from you as you could smell the sweat running off him, 
"I thought you liked it when I worked out." You nodded going into the kitchen to grab an apple for your breakfast and to make some coffee for you and Yoongi, 
"I do but why are you working out?" You questioned looking at him from the corner of your eye, turning around when he walked into the kitchen and began wiping his head on a towel. 
"Why am I working out? Well, uh...I'm just, I decided that I wanted to-" He stared at you as you put your hand on your hip and eyed him up and he knew he'd already been caught out, 
"You're trying to impress me so I'll stop gushing over Beomgyu?" He groaned and nodded his head, the way you said it made it sound awful. 
"Yeah." You giggled walking over to him and wiping his head with the towel before kissing where you had cleaned, 
"You don't need to be jealous baby, Beomgyu is like a little brother to me...I don't see anybody in the way I see you." He smiled at you as you kissed him again,
"How do you see me?" You rolled your eyes at him, 
"Like my annoying boyfriend." You went to walk away but he picked you up carrying you off to the bathroom with him to take a shower together.
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Hoseok:
Hoseok watched from across the food hall as you and Soobin were talking, you were laughing so hard at something the younger idol had said that your hand was resting on his arm to stop you from falling over, Hoseok knew you had the kind of laugh that would knock the wind right out of you. He knew that because he was your boyfriend and not Soobin who was equally laughing as hard as you were at whatever you had said.
"Hoseok let go of the banana." He looked down at his hand and saw that it was squished, Yoongi stared over to where Hoseok had been staring and started laughing as he realised what was happening.
"You're jealous?" Hobi grumbled something cleaning his hand off before walking over to you and Soobin.
"Yeah, did you watch the scene where they ended up pushing ''mama'' off the cliff?" You were mid laughter when you felt a hand wrap around your waist and a pair of lips on your temple, you looked up to see Hobi there and smiled.
"Hey baby, we were just talking about scary movie 5." Hoseok didn't care he smiled down at Soobin who was staring at his arm around your waist,
"Hey, do you wanna go get food somewhere?" Hobi asked looking back at you and Soobin watched as you interacted,
"Soobin and I had plans, I told you earlier-" It wasn't hard for Soobin to read what was happening and he quickly told you it was okay before leaving,
"You scared the poor boy half to death." Hoseok's grip tightened on you and you stared up at him confused.
"Why do you always have to be together, you're always laughing and joking with him." You sighed leaning up and kissing Hobi on the cheek to try and get him to calm down, you'd had this conversation with him many of times.
"He's like a baby brother to me Hobi, I'm just hanging out with him you know that right?" He nodded and relaxed as he felt your touch on his skin,
"I love you." You reminded him looking around,
"But since you scared of my lunch plans you can take me somewhere." You said pulling him out of the food hall and in the direction of the carpark for BigHit, not that Hoseok was going to complain he loved spending time with you.
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Namjoon:
You walked through the front door of your shared apartment laughing at something Yeonjun had sent you when you saw Namjoon on the sofa reading, you kept your voice down as you walked through the apartment not wanting to disturb him. You knew how much he loved reading and you also knew he didn't get to do it a lot, you rushed up the stairs to get changed coming back down in nothing but one of Namjoon's shirts and some shorts.
"Baby, have you eaten?" You whispered to him an hour later but he ignored you keeping his eyes trained on the book in front of him, you looked down at it and noticed he hadn't changed a single page since the moment you walked into the door.
"You aren't even reading, what's wrong?" You panicked thinking he was upset over something at work but he slammed the book shut and walked away.
"Baby do you want something to eat? We could go to your favourite restaurant?" He took a bottle of water from the fridge continuing to ignore you and then you followed him into the kitchen but he was turning away from you,
"What is your problem?" You asked finally losing the patience to play the immature game he was doing, you were supposed to be adults and he was acting like a child.
"Nothing, I just don't want to hang out with you. Why don't you go hang out with Yeonjun instead? Because it seems that's all you do at the moment!" You stared at him as he raised his voice at you and then you nodded at him in silence trying not to laugh right in front of him as you realised what was happening.
"Don't laugh, this is serious. Why are you hanging out with him so much." You bit down on your lip and looked at the floor and then back up at Namjoon who's face was full of concern which only made you laugh harder.
"I'm sorry." You giggled trying to calm yourself down but it wasn't working,
"Joonie baby," You whispered touching his arm as you tried to explain everything,
"Yeonjun is like a brother to me, actually...like a baby brother to me." You told him and you felt his body relax and he stared down at the floor suddenly feeling embarrassed that he had been so jealous over something so small,
"We've been hanging out more because I know you're busy and I'm sorry it annoyed you baby, but you could have just told me." He brought you into his chest and rubbed the small of your back,
"I'm sorry, I guess I let my head get ahead of me." He sighed kissing the top of your head and walking with you back into the living room to spend the rest of the night together.
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Jimin:
Jimin watched as you changed into some jeans and a tank top before slipping into one of his hoodies you always stole from him and then asked where you were going,
"I'm hanging with Taehyun today I told you." You said to him as you reached for your car keys but he beat you to it taking them from the coffee table and holding them just out of reach,
"Why the oversized hoodie?" You pulled down the neck of the hoodie to show him the giant purple hickies he'd decided to give you the night before.
"Hiding what you gave me." You laughed pushing him away from you and grabbing the keys from him, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest again not wanting you to go.
"You're always with him, always." You stared at him as you realised what his problem was, you pushed the hair off his forehead and kissed him,
"He's just a friend baby, you know that." He grumbled something and you looked out of the window to see Taehyun walking down the drive, you were going out to lunch together to talk about things.
"How about I tag along?" You looked back at Jimin and shook your head,
"You have practice later." You kissed him and began walking down the stairs ignoring the grumbling from Jimin,
"Stop being so jealous" You giggled at him and he shook his head at you, proclaiming his innocence that he wasn't jealous about it at all.
"I'm not jealous! He just gives you that...weird, flirting look and I don't like it." You rolled your eyes as you reached the bottom of the stairs and turned to look at him,
"Jimin. Taehyun is like a baby brother, he's so young to me that I see him as a baby, you have nothing to be jealous about." You kissed him once again and he smiled opening the door and greeting the younger Idol in a bro hug, talking about what you both had planned for the day but you knew he was doing this so Taehyun would know not to flirt with you, which he never did anyway.
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Taehyung:
You laughed at something that Soobin had just told you and looked up behind him,
"What's wrong?" He questioned looking over his shoulder to where you were looking, you frowned shaking your head and going back to the conversation,
"I thought I saw something." You laughed looking back down at the menu and deciding on something to eat. You and Soobin had started to become close, you had a lot in common with one another and it was nice being able to spend time with him whenever Taehyung, your boyfriend, was busy.
"Jungkook-Hyung was telling me about this new zipline and I think we should go and check it out next weekend." As you were about to answer about how exciting it sounded a chair was placed next to your table and you looked up to see Taehyung, confirming you hadn't been seeing things earlier and that he was actually there watching you before.
"Oh wow, I didn't know you had plans to come here with Soobin. I might as well join you," He laughed and you looked at Soobin who was holding back a chuckle,
"Tae I told you last night that we were going here for lunch together." Taehyung ignored you looking through the menu on what to eat while you and Soobin gave each other a knowing look. Taehyung had never been great at hiding when he was jealous and you should have known when he was getting clingy this morning something like this would happen, you kept your mouth shut and enjoyed your meal with your boyfriend and best friend. Taking Taehyung home and reminding him that you and Soobin were like brother and sister and he had nothing to be jealous about, but he was still always going to be that little bit jealous over it.
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Jungkook:
Your relationship with Jungkook wasn't exactly a secret but no everyone knew about it, a lot of the people that worked at BigHit did since it was their business to know and you were always around the building but that was because you were also close with Beomgyu.
"I'm just doing as I'm told," Beomgyu said as he avoided you like you were the black plague.
"What are you talking about?" You looked at him and he sighed turning to you in the office chair he was sitting in,
"Jungkook came up to me and told me to leave you alone..." You stared at Beomgyu who was waiting for you to nod but you shook your head,
"Jungkook wouldn't do that-"
"His exact words were Y/n told me to tell you to leave her alone, yeah, never talk to her or go near her again." You got up from the sofa in the studio and turned to the door,
"For clarification, I didn't say that. I'll be right back, order the usual." You left the studio and went on the hunt for your boyfriend finding him hiding out in Namjoon's studio,
"Hi, baby-"
"Y/n told me to tell you to leave her alone? Never talk or go near her again?" You quoted and the smile he had on previously fell, Namjoon made a hasty exit and left you alone together.
"Why would you say anything like that to poor Beomgyu?" You questioned looking at Jungkook who was scoffing at you,
"Poor Beomgyu? He gets you to himself all of the time! You spend all your time with him it isn't fair." You stared at him and folded your arms across your chest,
"You sound like a child." He mimicked your movement and you scoffed at him this time,
"Beomgyu is like a baby brother Jungkook you know that." He sighed getting up from the sofa and giving you a hug and a kiss, he knew that but it didn't stop his mind from racing whenever he saw you both together.
"You love me and only me, right?" You nodded and giggled at the way he was behaving,
"Yes, now can I go back to my lunch with a very worried looking Beomgyu?" He nodded tagging along with you to make sure he could apologise to Beomgyu.
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taetaespeaches · 4 years
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“What was that one move you did? The kick one?”
seokjin x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 2.4K
a/n: hi, lovelies! Here’s s cute little Jin fic that shows how Jin/Poopsie easily help each other out when frustrations are growing. Jin is practicing the Dynamite choreo and Poopsie shuts down his self-doubt. I think it shows the easy understanding they have of each other. As always, thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy!! 
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YOUR arms were full as you made your way through the hallway, dodging an employee every once in a while.
During your shift at work, you received a text from your boyfriend saying he was going to be pulling a late night at the dance studio and to not wait up for him. But the thing was, you missed him, and not seeing him that night was just unacceptable.
That’s how you found yourself carrying a couple bags of takeout through the BigHit studios, on a mission to see your man, even if just to watch him dance all night. As you got closer to the room, the sound of their new song humming through the hallway got louder.
Arriving at the studio door, you quietly shoved it open, peeking your head inside to see Hoseok and Jin going over a move. Hoseok saw your reflection in the mirror first, smiling widely as he turned to greet you.
“Ayyy it’s Poopsie!” He shouted as you stepped inside, giggling in return. Jin turned to see you, a wide smile immediately taking over his face.
“Ahhh my Poopsie!” Jin shouted out happily, jogging over to help you with the bags of takeout as Hoseok went to pause the music.
“Is this the disco?” You lamely joked, Jin smiling fondly as Hoseok smiled but shook his head in second-hand embarrassment. “Are we in the stars tonight?” You continued as Jin took the bags from you. He set them on the table next to you as you cheered, “Are we lighting it up like dynamite, fellas?” 
Jin chuckled fondly as he placed himself in front of you. “Hi, Sugar Plum,” he greeted just before the music cut out.
“Hi, my love,” you grinned before puckering your lips, Jin leaning in to give you a sweet kiss.
“What are you doing here? You should be home relaxing,” he told you, looking down at your frame to see you were still dressed in your work clothes. “Long day?”
“Not as long as yours,” you told him, pushing his sweat-dampened fringe off his forehead. “Do you mind if I hang out for a while?”
Jin gave you a soft tired smile, shaking his head. “Of course, I don’t mind,” he told you quietly, pressing his lips to yours gently before placing them on your forehead. Wrapping his arms around you, he swayed you side to side cutely as he spun you around to face the other man in the room. “How long were you planning on sticking around? I don’t want to take up your whole night.”
When you tried to pull out of Jin’s hold to look at Hoseok, he held you to him tighter, you straining against him with a groan making your boyfriend giggle. “Shhh,” he shushed, you, “I’m not done hugging you yet.”
Your arms tightened around his waist as you smiled against his body.
“If you think you’ve got it from here, I’ll probably head out to see the missus,” Hoseok said, his voice closer as he approached you both.
“I’m good,” Jin told him, “go ahead.”
You heard rustling as Hoseok must have been packing up his things, shoving them all into his bag. Turning your face to spot the younger man, you saw him come toward you with a wide smile.
“You two take care,” he grinned, bringing his hands to tousle both your hair, you giggling as Jin let out a yell of complaint through a smile. “Don’t let him practice too hard,” he pointed at you, shooting Jin a look as your boyfriend shooed him off.
“I won’t,” you promised, looking at Jin with a smile. “Wait, Hobi,” you called out, your eyes widening, Jin mimicking the expression. In retaliation against his light teasing, you playfully headbutted his shoulder, Jin letting out a laugh of amusement. “Do you want some chicken for the road?”
“Really?” You heard Hoseok ask, making you peer around your boyfriend’s body to nod at him. He broke out into a giddy little dance, wiggling his hips in excitement. You laughed at him as you pulled out of your boyfriend’s hold, this time Jin letting you. Making your way to the bag of food, you pulled out a container of chicken and handed it to Hoseok.
“The whole thing?” He asked, eyes wide in surprise. “That’s too much.”
“I got plenty,” you waved him off. “Take them home to the missus.”  
“She’s gonna feel bad,” he told you, already tucking the container under his arm.
“She can pay me back with breakfast next week,” you told him, Hoseok smiling widely as he nodded.
“I’ll tell her that,” he assured you as he started backing away. “Thank you, you’re the best,” he said sincerely as he opened the door, sending you a wave. Exiting the room, he shouted, “Don’t stay here all night!” from the hallway just before the door closed.  
Arms suddenly wrapped around your middle from behind, Jin’s chin plopping on your shoulder. “You’re so sweet, love,” he told you, you looking over to see his pouted lips. Bringing a hand to his head, you brushed your fingers through his hair a few times as he leaned in to kiss your neck sweetly. “There better actually be plenty,” he joked, you scoffing.  
“You think I’d give all our dinner away?” He asked in mock offense, Jin standing up straight and dragging you closer to the table so he could inspect the food without having to let you go.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I do actually, you’re too nice.” With one arm still wrapped around your waist, he used to other to sift through the food containers, making sure there was indeed enough. “Wah, it looks amazing,” he commented enthusiastically.
Lifting his arm from you, you left a kiss to the inside of his wrist before raising his forearm above your head, spinning yourself under it as Jin watched you fondly. “So,” you started, holding his hand, swinging it back and forth. “Food now or later?”
He took a breath in, thinking as he looked from the vacant wooden floor to the food, repeating the movement of his eyes a few times. With a sigh, he placed his free hand at the back of your head, pulling you to him so he could kiss your forehead quickly.
“I should practice a bit more first, but you can eat, love,” he told you, letting go of your hand as he started toward the speaker. Your gaze followed him across the room, a tinge of sadness making itself known as he started the music up again.
You always admired how much work he put into his job, but it always left you feeling a bit sorrowful as you knew the extra effort was due to his insecurity in his abilities. It seemed he was often the first one in and the last one out. The look on his face upon returning home late from the dance studio or the recording booth always pulled on your heart a bit, because no matter how hard he worked, he himself never felt it was enough.
You took a seat on one of the chairs and watched as your boyfriend got into position for the choreography. Meeting his gaze in the mirror, you shot him a wink sending a shy smile across Jin’s face as he covered his mouth in embarrassed giggling.
“Occupy yourself with something,” he yelled out to you, you shaking your head.
“If you think I’m going to sit here and not watch you, you’re insane,” you told him, leaning forward to further show your interest in his dancing. He let out a groan of complaint but got back into position anyway, shaking his head lightly as his ears tinted with red.
How a person could be as confident as your boyfriend was while still being a big shy cutie was beyond you, but you absolutely adored it. As he started performing the dance, you watched the way his body moved through the steps, appreciating the precision in his transitions from one move to the next. Nobody was claiming that your boyfriend was the best dancer in his group, but you didn’t understand how he could think he wasn’t any good at the art form.
“Ah fuck,” Jin let out in aggravation, going to stop the music. He must have messed a move up, but you didn’t notice it. You stared but didn’t speak as he cut the song off and turned to look in the mirror. He didn’t move, he simply stood there looking at himself.
When he brought his hand to the back of his head, scratching the spot before shaking the hair out, you knew he was getting a little too frustrated. He wouldn’t get mad at you or anything if you spoke up in that moment, but you also didn’t really know what to say. You just knew you wanted to give him a break from his growing stress.
As he started going through the troublesome move at a slower pace without the music, you stood up, reaching into the food containers to grab out a cookie. Sweets fix everything, right? Holding it in your hand you started toward your boyfriend, Jin standing up straight as he watched you approach in the mirror’s reflection. And when you started waving your arm around to flash the cookie at him, he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips.
“Hello my very own World Wide Handsome,” you greeted with a smile.
“Dessert first?” He teased, facing you as you nodded happily.
“Of course, why not? Care to spare me a moment of your time to enjoy this delicious cookie with me?”
“How do you know it’s delicious? You haven’t eaten anything yet,” he pointed out, stepping closer to you.
“And what a travesty that is, you wouldn’t make me wait any longer to eat this, would you, my love?” Jin let out a small laugh, shaking his head. “Here,” you gestured to the cookie by holding your hand toward him, Jin stretching his neck and opening his mouth. You smiled, taking the cue as you brought the food up to his mouth, allowing Jin to take a bite.
“Mmmm,” he moaned out, nodding as he chewed the piece.
“Delicious?” You asked with a smile.
“Delicious,” he confirmed through a mumble, his mouth full of the treat. Taking your wrist in his hands, he rotated your hand toward you, guiding you to feed yourself. You continued to take turns eating the cookie, giggling and making sounds in response to its tastiness. Breaking off one last piece, you fed it to your boyfriend as you finished the bit that was still between your fingers.
“You know, I think you’re being too hard on yourself,” you gently told your boyfriend as he finished chewing, wiping your hand on your pants to rid yourself of any crumbs.
Jin sighed, rolling his head from shoulder to shoulder. “I’m not moving fast enough from one move to the next,” he complained with a sigh. “I just want it to look good,” he said, finally meeting your gaze again.
“It will,” you assured him with a nod. “It already does, it’s just,” you shrugged, a small knowing smile causing Jin’s lips to curve upward. “You just don’t give yourself enough credit.”
“Mhmm,” he hummed, you rolling your eyes.
“It’s frustrating!” You yelled through a giggle, Jin nodding.
“Right, and I’m the only one in this room right now who has that problem, right?” He teased, pointing out your habit of doing the same thing he was doing in that moment.
Looking around the otherwise empty room, exaggerating your movements, Jin’s smile grew bigger, his eyes crinkling adorably. “Well yeah, it wouldn’t be me,” you smiled, Jin’s squeaky laughter resounding through the studio. The laugh lifted a weight off your shoulders, allowing you to fall against him, Jin easily wrapping his arms around your back. “You’re an amazing dancer, stop being an asshole to yourself,” you told him.
Kissing the top of your head, he nodded. “Ok, love,” he agreed, soothing a hand over the top of your back. “Should we grab our food and head home?”
“Wait,” you protested, pushing yourself out of his arms, going to the stereo to start the song, scanning through it to find the first chorus. He watched you curiously as he sported a fond but confused smile. “What was that one move you did? The kick one?” You asked, a small laugh leaving Jin’s mouth.
“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, love.” You shot him a glare, knowing what he was doing, and he shot you a mischievous grin right back. “You might need to show me.”
“You’re such a jerk,” you laughed, starting the music a minute and twenty-some odd seconds into the song. “This part.”
“Still not ringing any bells,” he shrugged, you setting the phone down with a shake of your head.
“Ok, you know what,” you started, pulling your sleeves up your arms, holding a hand up to him. “Now, don’t get jealous of my sick moves, I’m just a natural.” Jin’s laughter sounded through the studio once more just before you bent your knee and snapped your leg in a side kicking motion, absolutely butchering the move, Jin’s laughter only increasing in gasps and squeaks.
Through your own amusement, you managed a lame ending pose and asked, “Well?”
“I still have no idea what move you’re talking about,” he teased you further, you screaming out in embarrassment and frustration, your body moving like a child throwing a tantrum, stomps and all. Jin got his wheezing under control just enough to wave you over and telling you, “get over here, I’ll teach you the move.”
You dragged your feet over to him, a wide smile still stretched across your face. Jin grabbed your hips, pulling you to stand in front of him. As he prepared to show you the dance move, he leaned toward the side of your face.
“I knew what move you were talking about the whole time,” he whispered a teasing admission, his lips brushing against your ear.  
“Oh you don’t say,” you said sarcastically, Jin laughing hard again as his hand slid down your thigh, preparing to lift your limb into the right position. “Just teach me the move so I can brag to Hobi later that I got a dance lesson from the best dancer in Bangtan.”
“Wow,” he shook his head in proud astonishment. “That’s my Poopsie.”
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hold-me-sickfics · 3 years
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Okay guys, as promised:
Day 1: Namjoon💜
Prompt: Namjoon’s been up since 2:00 a.m. with a stuffy nose and a pretty rough cough. His throat is killing him, and can someone please bring him the lotion tissues? His nose is bright red from how many times he’s used that old t-shirt in the floor. Thankfully, he’s been given permission to stay home and rest for the day, but that’s just impossible for him. He’s supposed to be the leader of the pack, so how can he just abandon them right before an interview? What if they need him? What if the interviewer only speaks English? What if Jungkook loses his shirt 5 minutes before they go in? What if Jimin and Taehyung accidentally reveal what the new album is called? What if… well everything happens? Or… what if… just maybe… the leader needs loved and coddled but instead he’s all alone at the house all day...
TW: Food, this fic is more snz focused than anything (Note: if anyone sees a trigger I missed, please let me know and I’ll post a warning for it too!)
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“Namjoon, why are you in here? I thought I just told you to stay in bed until I got your breakfast.” Jin lightly scolded the leader. Namjoon had been up since 2:00 feeling pretty sick.
“I know but I wadted to bake sure you didn’t deed help with breakfast.” Namjoon shuffled over to the coffee maker, and poured himself a mug of it.
“Joon, down. No coffee. You’re sick, so the last thing you need is coffee making your stomach hurt.” Jin took the mug from him, and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Here, just sit down and rest okay? How about you make a quick call and see if you can get today off. I’ll make you some hot tea. We’ll see if you feel like eating once your sinuses open up a little, alright?” Jin eased Namjoon down into one of the chairs at the kitchen table.
Namjoon had to admit, he felt terrible. His nose was stopped up and running at the same time. His throat felt like it was tight and on fire. His muscles ached, and he felt cold. His skin felt so sensitive; even Jin touching him earlier had hurt. But still, having his hyung so close did help him to feel safe and cared for, so he had endured the pain.
Namjoon picked up the phone, and dialed the BigHit office number, asking to speak to his scheduler.
Jin listened closely as Namjoon struggled to talk. He grabbed a bottle of honey out of the cabinet and poured a tablespoon into the tea he was brewing on the stove. Sympathy pain took over his chest when he hear Namjoon cough to clear his throat. The cough was wet, and thick, and had nearly even made him gag.
Just then, Taehyung and Jungkook came running downstairs.
“I AM EATING THE BACON! YOU CANNOT STOP ME!” Taehyung screamed.
“I WILL JUMP ON YOU!” Jungkook swung over the railing.
Surprisingly, the maknae managed to land perfectly on Taehyung’s back, causing him to hit the floor- hard.
“Ah!” Taehyung let out a harsh cry.
“Shhhh!” Jin pressed a finger to his lips. He mouthed the words “Joon’s on the phone”
Both the younger boys apologized immediately, and then bolted to the refrigerator. Jin couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
“Yeah, I cad’t breathe well.”
Namjoon coughed again. This time wasn’t as thick, but Jin could tell there was enough snot in his throat to fill a bucket.
Hoseok came downstairs in his bathrobe, hair still dripping wet from his shower. He too, heard the last cough, and decided to inquire about the situation.
“Jin, he sounds awful.” Hoseok glanced over at the leader. He immediately noticed Namjoon’s red nose, puffy-pink eyes, and pale skin. A sheen of sweat covered his face and upper chest. His hair was half-matted to his head in sweat as well.
“He’s been like this since 2:00. He’s trying to get today off so he can stay home and rest.” Jin took the tea off the stove and poured a decent-sized amount into a small, blue mug.
“Okay, thank you.” Namjoon hit the “end call” button, and set his phone down. He rested his head in his hands.
Jin carried the mug to Namjoon and set it on the coaster. He took the chair beside Namjoon and stroked his hair softly.
“What’d they say?” Jin leaned down to try and meet Namjoon’s eyes.
“They’re letting be stay home... but you all have an interview today... I cad’t stay here and just let you guys go alone.”
Though it hurt to have someone touch his skin, he leaned in closer to Jin, trying to take in some of his strength.
“Joonie, you have to stay home today. You look like you feel awful, and I know you do. You’ve been up since 2:00 this morning, and I know you’re exhausted. We’ll be back by dinner, okay?” Jin carded his fingers through the younger’s sweaty blonde hair.
Namjoon was about to protest when his chest broke into hacking, heaving coughs. His ribs hurt from coughing so much and his throat felt like it had been run up and down a cheese grater. Tears came to his eyes as he finished his coughing fit.
“Take it easy Joon-bug. Sip on this for me. It’s got honey in it. It’ll help ease the pain a little. And hopefully it’ll open you up too.” Jin lifted the mug to Namjoon’s hands and helped him lift it to his lips. Jin couldn’t help it, he had a soft spot for all the members, but it was really bad when Namjoon didn’t feel well. It seemed that Namjoon was all he could think about on those occasions. Perhaps since they were paired together so often in games and such. They’d just gotten really close as oldest and leader of the group.
Namjoon gratefully accepted the beverage, and sipped it down. He was visibly relieved by the warmth and smoothness of the liquid. It nearly made him forget that he had to let the group be on their own today.
Aaaaaand that’s when he remembered.
“Jin, what if they don’t have a transblator? Or like, what if Judkook can’t find his shirt again? Or what if...” Jin cut Namjoon’s worries off short.
“I’ll take care of it okay? You just rest today. And if I come home and find you doing anything but resting, I won’t be very happy.” Jin gave him a gentle look, telling the leader that he was just doing what was best for Namjoon’s health.
Namjoon wanted to debate, but he just couldn’t. He wasn’t feeling strong enough. He nodded, and they went through the rest of breakfast pretty smoothly.
An hour passed, and Namjoon was currently being tucked in by Jin.
“Okay, I put a bottle of water on your table. There are two extra blankets in that chair over there. I have cough drops over here beside the water, but if you end up needing more, they’re in the top shelf of the bathroom cabinet. I know you didn’t want to take medicine, but I left it here anyways. Send me your temperature every hour, unless you fall asleep. If you fall asleep, then take it ten minutes after you wake up. We’ll be back by 4:30 p.m. If you need me, call me. I’ll have my phone on while we’re there except when we’re shooting. Other than that, I’ll most likely pick up on the first ring. Oh and-“
“Jin?” Namjoon interrupted him.
“Yeah?” Jin realized he might have been rambling.
“Thanks.”
Jin smiled. “No problem. Just rest okay? No doing stupid things. Don’t try and do housework, don’t work on songs, don’t make calls unless absolutely necessary... or well you know, unless they’re to me.” Jin’s eyes softened. “Feel better Joon-bug.”
Namjoon nodded, and rested his head on the pillow as Jin closed the door.
He heard the other boys close the front door, and suddenly, he was alone in the house.
He felt lonely almost instantly. Turning on the tv was supposed to help, but it didn’t. After one episode of “Housewives of America,” he turned it off and tried to sleep.
He woke up slowly, and turned to face his alarm clock.
“Please be 4:30, please be 4:30...”
The clock read 10:48 a.m. They’d been gone for 46 minutes. Namjoon whined loudly to himself.
He tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use. His nose kept running and his throat hurt badly. He finally just decided to get up and get something to eat.
That task proved to be harder than he originally thought it would be. The moment his feet hit the floor, chills ran cold up and down his spine.
“Aish,” he wrapped his shaking arms around his body. Luckily, he remembered Jin’s statement about the extra blankets, and he was able to turn one of them into a nice cape for him to wear around the house. With that, he trudged to the kitchen and opened the pantry door.
“I deed food.” He sniffled as he eyed the contents of the small room.
Namjoon finally decided on a pack of blueberry muffins, and...
He glanced back at the coffee machine, recalling Jin’s strict warning about the coffee being bad for his stomach. But... Jin wasn’t here soooo....
Namjoon did a sneaky little dance of shuffling over to the machine with a mischievous smirk on his face. When he got there, he took the filter out and there was a small post-it note inside.
“Morning Joonie. I hope you’re feeling some better by the time you read this. I figured you’d come for coffee after I left, so I took all the coffee with me. There’s some tea in the refrigerator that you can warm up for your throat. Remember to rest up, and I’ll see you when we get back.
Ps. If I get home and find out you bought coffee and had it delivered, I will remove our address from every coffee shop record between now and last October. Remember to send your temperature every hour. *hugs*
-Jin”
As much as Namjoon knew that Jin was doing this in his best interest, he really wanted that coffee.
Within the next thirty minutes, he was on the couch with a coffee in hand (thankfully, they delivered). He sipped the beverage happily and took a few nibbles of the muffins he’d gotten from the pantry earlier.
The hot coffee felt great on his throat, and actually helped the muffins to go down easier.
When he’d eaten enough, he checked his phone just to see if he’d gotten any new notifications.
And that’s what he’d forgotten.
11:06 Jin: “how’s that temp bud?”
Okay now he was in trouble. Jin wanted his temperature, but if he gave it to him, his mouth would be wayyy hotter than normal because of the coffee... Then, he had an idea.
11:09 Namjoon: “I’m 99.3. I don’t feel like I’ve got a fever so I think it’s just a little cold.”
Thankfully, he’d remembered that you could take your temperature under your arms too. He meant to wait and see what Jin would say back to him, but he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and decided to take a shower.
Fifteen minutes later, he came out of the shower feeling a lot better. Jin had texted back saying “good, make sure to stay hydrated and rest.”
He smiled at how caring his hyung was, and then turned his phone down. He thought it was best to go ahead and take a nap while he could still breathe. Maybe his symptoms would even be gone by the time he woke up!
Well, as hopeful as he’d been, he was wrong.
Namjoon woke up at 12:45, with his throat hurting more than ever. His nose was so stuffed, he had to breathe through his mouth, which felt like glass scraping his throat brutally.
On top of that, he had started feeling bitterly cold. A couple minutes passed and he took his temperature.
“101.4” Could be worse but could be better. The only problem was, Namjoon had a tendency to get really emotional when he had a fever higher than 100. This was no exception.
Namjoon’s eyes flooded with tears. He wanted the other members here... he wanted Jin here. But they couldn’t be... they had to work. He desperately wanted them home, but he knew they’d have to finish before they could come back. So, he decided to text them.
12:56 Namjoon: “I’m at 101.4.”
12:56 Jin: “Okay. Are you feeling worse? Or just the fever?”
12:58 Namjoon: “I feel bad Jin... my throat hurts, and my nose is stuffy and I can’t breathe. And my stomach hurts.”
As soon as Namjoon hit send, he regretted it. His stomach was starting to hurt because of that coffee from earlier, but Jin would be furious if he figured that out.
Before Namjoon had the chance to defend himself, Jin had texted back.
1:02 Jin: “That’s what I thought. We’ll be home in a few hours okay Joon-bug? Just lie down and drink water or tea until I get there. There are some fever reducers in the cabinet. Only take one, and then in thirty minutes it should start working.”
1:04 Namjoon: “You’re not mad at me?”
1:05 Jin: “Namjoon, you’re sick. I’m not going to fuss at you even though I probably should. I’m not entirely heartless you know.”
Namjoon wiped a hot tear from his cheek. More than anything in the world, he wanted Jin to coddle him.
1:08 Namjoon: “Please hurry home. I need you.”
Namjoon set his phone down and cried a bit into his crab plushie. He would take fever reducer, but it hurt to move. His muscles ached and his skin was so sensitive that even his pajamas seemed to prick him.
His soft cries tightened in his throat. He was in so much pain. Only one thought crossed his mind:
“Please come home Jin. I don’t want to feel this way alone...”
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Jin put his phone back in his pocket. His chest was tight with sympathy. There was nothing he wanted more than to hold Namjoon close and tell him it would be okay.
But for now, he had to push that aside. He had problems that were a bit more pressing...
“Jin Hyung! Have you seen my pants? I can’t find my pants.” Jungkook yelled from the other side of the guest room.
“Jin, my snack bag is gone and Hobi is gonna explode if he doesn’t get a sprite in the next 12 seconds.” Yoongi was scrambling around the room.
“Hyung, have you seen my other earring?” Jimin looked totally lost and Taehyung was trying to help.
“Aish. I’m coming just hang on.” Jin then set off to solve all the problems that had been named off. The interview was in 20 minutes and everything that had been mentioned was nearly life or death.
ESPECIALLY Jungkook’s. He really needed to find pants before he just decided to go on without them. Because, he definitely would if given the choice.
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Namjoon had managed to fall asleep.
Jin had rushed through everything as fast as he could, and had quickly thanked the interviewer and called for the bus early.
4:00 Jin: “I’m on my way Joon-bug. Hang in there for me.”
When Namjoon actually fully woke up, he felt a hand on his back. It hurt against his skin, but he hoped that it meant Jin was back. He turned over, and sure enough, it was.
“Grande? You had to get a grande coffee? You’re gonna take out that stomach of yours.” Jin was smiling, which told Namjoon that he wasn’t really upset with him.
“I really wadted it Jin. Like, really really.” He sniffled. His nose was back to running.
“Yeah yeah I’m aware.” Jin popped out a fever reducer pill and grabbed a bottle of water.
“Now take this for me. I’d check your temperature again but just feeling your forehead earlier told me enough.”
Namjoon did still feel chilled, even under three blankets. His throat was sore, and speaking was hard.
Luckily for Jin, this meant he couldn’t protest taking his medicine.
“Alright, open up for me.” Jin placed the tablet on the younger’s tongue and then lifted the bottle of water to his lips. When he’d taken it, he eased Namjoon back down onto the pillow.
“How’s your throat feeling?” Jin asked, taking the leader’s hand in his own.
Namjoon didn’t want to speak so he just shook his head sadly.
“Alright bug. Just wait here, and I’ll go warm up some tea. I’ll probably put a little something in it for your stomach too since I can literally hear it bubbling from the coffee still.” Jin patted Namjoon’s hand and then got up from the bed. He closed the door and started to walk up the hallway.
Namjoon just smiled. Since Jin was home, he knew he’d be better in no time.
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[Masterlist] Pairing: BTS x reader (i don’t know if this will have ships or just friendship or what I am just letting it run its course) Genres: friendship, drama, romance Rating: All Summary: Your brother works with a few BigHit dance teams and whilst having permission to accompany him at work the city shuts down banning anyone from stepping outside for a whole WEEK while they disinfect the streets. If you step outside you might get arrested, shot or poisoned by the chemicals they are emitting through the city. Words: 3.1k  Announcement: I have 901 followers this. I can’t thank you guys enough. Stay safe. (this has a tiny inspiration from the movie exit and that is that they can’t go outside that's about it)
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When the sun poured in from the window, you deemed it time to wake up, though you hadn’t actually slept, not that you didn’t try. There were specific requirements you needed to sleep. It had to be pitch black with soft tone music in the background and there had to be air running across your face by a fan or you would feel claustrophobic.
Stepping out into the hall, you heard two young female employees talk as they passed about ‘hot water running out’. Following them down the hall you saw the first set of bathrooms. It was packed, the line stretched out down the hall. 
“Maybe we should try the bathroom on the third floor?” one of the two women said,  “No these are the best and it will be packed as well so we should just stand in line.”  
You walked away and to the third floor to see the line, you weren’t worried about showering anytime soon. It was also out the door with tired men and women sitting against the wall. Humming thoughtfully you remembered the storage room, there was an old bathroom beside it, what are the chances there was a shower in there. 
Taking the service elevator to the basement. It was clean and brightly lit, just as it had been the day before. There were cameras in some corners of the halls. You walked to the end cautiously, why did basements have such a bad reputation. Seeing the familiar storage room ahead of you and to the right was the bathroom. You pushed the door open hesitantly; you saw the stalls they were clean and unused, and like luck would have it the last had a shower. Locking the door you showered quickly the water was hot because there was a personal hot water system in the corner of the stall. 
With a towel wrapped securely around your chest, you quickly ducked into the storage room. Cleaning up a little and hanging ropes across the pipes on the walls. Making a makeshift clothesline to hang the clothes you had washed in the shower. There were some old costumes and props and hoodies. Searching the piles of clothing for something that fit. You found something you were nervous to wear. Embarrassingly you had found a box of old merch and discontinued items in various sizes, none of it had been worn they all still had tags and were sealed in their packets folded professionally. 
You pulled out a set of BT21 underwear in your size and felt your face grow hot if you were caught wearing these character underwear you would be mortified. You found what looked like a plain black hoody in an XXL and slipped it on. It reached to your knees. You chose this size as there were no pants in the pile and boxes you had searched just hoodies and underwear. 
You took the service elevator up to your floor and stepped out walking past the two women who had lined up in front of you still haven’t gone in. Continued walking you slowed past the boys meeting room you could hear groans of annoyance, “there is no hot water and the lines for the showers are huge” 
Deciding to take pity and potentially losing your secret shower, you knocked on the door. Met by a dishevelled Jin. Slipping past him and shutting the door, the room had a very manly musky scent and you blushed “I um… found a secret shower with a personal hot water system but you have to promise to keep it a secret or I won’t tell you?”
Their eyes lit up. Scrambling to you. You told them to pack their shower stuff in a discreet bag and they lined up waiting. 
“Follow me?” Turning and peeking out the door you heard them gasp and start laughing hysterically. You froze confused, had your hoody rode up and exposed your underwear. Tugging the back of the hoody down you sighed in relief realising that wasn’t the case. Whipping around to see they were hanging off each other trying to suppress their laughter.  “what is it?”
“We didn’t know you were a fan of Suga?” “Who?” They pointed at the small thin young man, his eyes sleepy and his face blank, the corners of his mouth seemed permanently turned down.  “You're wearing my uh merch, it says ‘Suga’ on the back” you turned to have a look and facepalmed. 
Yoongi couldn’t help laughing at your shocked reaction, his eyes lost all their sleepiness and turned into rainbow arches, his soft cheeks lifting and his smile revealed. You could see his pink gums and you knew he was genuinely amused. 
“I uh stole it from the storage room, I thought it was a plain black hoody you have a lot of merch clothes down there,” Leading them from the room and past the line of employee’s to the service elevator.  “Why do you take the service elevator?”  “What services will we get when the whole city is stuck indoors? And the regular elevator is small and busy” 
“You are pretty smart?” Namjoon nudged you with his shoulder, which would have been fine if your body wasn’t tired and lethargic from lack of sleep. Stumbling back into Jimin’s arms. “Thank you, I find I can be smart when I need to be” The doors opened and like every time you stepped into the basement you felt like you were in some action or horror movie. 
“This is where we die?” Hoseok laughed his voice cracking a little. You laughed, actually laughed. There was something about the way he said it in English with his cute accent.
“That’s what I think every time I come down here. The bathroom is in there, there is only one shower but if you wash your clothes with the bucket and the generic soap I stole from the supply cupboard down the hall, you can wash your clothes and hang them in the storage room. It has decent ventilation down here so they won’t take to long to dry”
You left them to it, going back to the storage room, cleaning some more you found a board game and some promotional cans of drinks. There were some more clothes in another box, you tried to find a pair of pants that would fit but were unlucky. You couldn’t have it all. 
You sighed hanging a long white fabric backdrop over the slightly stained couch. Sitting as you emptied some more product boxes while waiting. You were tired but you couldn’t sleep. Deciding to use the BT21 makeup, you found you put on some makeup and smiled it was nice. You wondered why the storage room was filled with random bits of their work. 
You finished applying the lip tint when they walked in clean wearing only towels, “oh um” you turned to cover your eyes, “you have clothes and costumes over there”
They all sorted through the clothes and dressed while you faced the corner of the room. When they said they were done, you walked back to the couch to find it already occupied. “You look happier” Examining the group of boys, Taehyung was tying his shoes on the couch and Jimin and Yoongi were talking quietly looking up and down your legs your cheeks tinted pink 
Jin and Jungkook were hanging out washing and they stopped staring at your bra and underwear, causing you to get redder especially your neck and ears. Taehyung hooked his finger under the hem of the hoodie you were wearing and gently pulled it up at the side. With a squeal and a jump, you flailed slapping his hand away. 
“Taehyung, you can’t just do that?” Namjoon scolded and Taehyung blushed holding his hands up in defence.  “Sorry I wasn’t trying to look at your underwear I was just wondering if you had pants on, but, um… are you wearing Cooky underwear?” Jungkook froze his cheeks going red and you looked away refusing to answer your face feeling like it was on fire. “I don’t know the character names but it’s a bunny?”
“Oh JayKay you lucky boy” Hoseok slapped the younger boys back and you frowned.  “Again I just wore what was clean and I could find” You walked out of the room unable to stand to be near them your face was too warm. On your way back to the corridor they all caught up joining you in the elevator to the second floor. You were all going to the dining room for some breakfast. 
Your brother again was nowhere to be found, many of the boys were wearing prescription glasses complaining about not having contacts.  “You look good don’t worry” you mumbled to Jin and he seemed to fluff right up like a proud peacock blowing a kiss at you from one end of the table. 
Taehyung sat in front of you and it was kind of hard to eat. He was so handsome. His face was mesmerising. His eyebrows were thick and eyelashes were long. He had rounded ears that stuck out giving him a silly kind of look but you thought it was so cute. You seemed mesmerised by the tiny freckle on his nose. 
Eating slowly giving up your kimchi again and settled for rice and the lightly seasoned side dishes. “You mustn’t like kimchi,” Namjoon said “It’s a strong flavour I am still getting used to but as for now it is making my stomach hurt my body is not used to fermented foods” “But kimchi is so delicious” Hoseok defended
“It’s like, imagine how you would feel if you had to eat bread every day your body would react. It’s nice at first but then you get sick of it, wanting something you are used to eating. Your body would bloat unused to the carbs. My body does the same thing with kimchi but instead of bloating if I eat it I might just vomit”
Yoongi nodded understanding and you sighed “I just want something bland like mash potatoes and chicken with no chilli or kimchi just plain food, just once” you sighed pushing the food around your plate Jungkook laughed beside you his teeth were adorable, and when he smiled his eyes did too you were lost for a moment. He handed you some of the plain food from his plate. They were all really handsome and you had to keep yourself from saying or doing anything embarrassing. 
Parting ways you went to find your brother, he was practising with the dancers. You sat watching, even helping one of the students through the routine. Dancing was a family trait, you had been dancing for as long as you can remember but you didn’t anymore, you had gotten so many rejections from your auditions that you finally gave up. 
So your brother tried not to act too surprised when he saw you standing and doing the very basic steps to show his student the routine. They were practising for a festival which might not even be held due to the virus. sighing, the kids all took a break and your brother left sparring you a glance. 
Frozen in place you didn’t know you were walking until you were face to face with the stereo. Pressing the play button the music played and all you could hear was the rejection. 
‘I am sorry you didn’t get the part’ 
‘We regret to inform you, your audition was not accepted’ 
‘You didn’t make it to the final audition round better luck next time’. 
Shutting off the music you were having a panic attack. Again. Racing out of the room, you ran straight into Hoseok. He grabbed your arm. Looking down at your face, “hey breathe it’s okay, look at me and breathe” You copied his breathing until you felt yourself slump against his chest. He rubbed your back, “Hey, tell me what’s wrong?”
You hadn’t let any tears slip not this time, and you were determined to keep it that way. “It’s nothing” “Come on, that was not nothing?” He squeezed your hand, “tell me about it, I am a really good listener” He sat you down in your brother’s office and poured you some water, “it’s stupid” “Nothing is stupid if it makes you react like that?”
“I used to do something I pursued it and loved it very much, but everyone rejected me, said I wasn’t good enough said I wouldn’t become anything and after all the rejection I couldn’t take it anymore I couldn’t even think about this thing without panicking, I miss it so much, it use to make me happy. I use to get an electric buzz through my body and it was surreal. I could express myself and become whoever I wanted to be, but now all I hear is their voice telling me no”
“I understand, I wasn’t always this famous guy, I was a street dancer, I tried and tried and tried and I got rejections after rejections until one day I got scouted by BigHit” “How many times were you rejected? If you had to take a guess.” “Fifty to a hundred at least”  “I was rejected 873 times, I had a tally that’s the equivalent of being rejected every day for two and a half years, forgive me if I felt worthless”
“Don’t let the no’s stop you okay, keep pushing until you get that yes because a life of struggle is better than a life of regret” he smiled patting your knee before leaving quietly and you sat there confused. 
You spent the day thinking about it, it scared you how your feet began itching to dance. Your body wanted to move. You walked past the dance studio rooms at least three times before finally, you got the courage to step inside. You sat off to the side watching your brother and Hoseok perfect their routine. 
“Hello” Namjoon smiled as the two of you were talking, he started teaching you a tiny bit of Korean, you only got through greetings, my name is, how are you? Where is the___? what is this? It was fun and took your mind off the dancing. 
You caught your foot tapping and left the room slowly before the feeling caught up with you. You went to the basement and to the storage room your clothes were almost dry, you continued searching through the boxes and bags of clothes and found some more stuff. It was a shirt that said plus multiply plus in yellow and blue, and the sweat pants you found the tag said soobin and was a perfect fit. 
Slipping them in a bag you headed upstairs, everyone went to dinner. Sitting beside your brother you ate slow, mind wandering with what if’s. He was right a life full of what if’s and regret was worse than the rejection. Your brother was talking adamantly with his students and the dance team, you ate what you could before you excused yourself leaving. Laying in the storage room you really couldn’t get the feeling out of your body or the music out your head. Your fear had morphed, you were scared to feel the joy that only dancing could bring, a fear of how bad you must be after the long break.
It was torture, it got dark. You got changed and travelled up the stairs this time trying to tire yourself out or slow yourself down because you knew exactly where you were headed. You took your time and you finally arrived on the fourth floor. You stepped into the empty dance studio and turned on the lights dimming them so they gave a faint glow, you didn’t want to alert anyone that you were inside. 
Turning down the stereo system you plugged your phone in and started a slow song, it started small, feeling the music, trying a few moves and stopping you didn’t have anything to go on just yet you were warming up. When none of the songs could draw anything out of you, you switched to the CD and hit play on whatever was inside. The song title appeared on the small led screen ‘Louder than bombs’. The music was able to move you, it had been so long you danced the lyrics ripping through you 
Louder than bombs I break. 
You finished the song crying and you wanted to do it again but the next song had you with the beat of the drums it was called ‘On’. Slowly getting into the songs each one bringing out a new emotion. Expressing everything you had, you had gone through the album twice. Dancing to black swan, the music died out when you heard clapping and turned falling on your behind. 
There was a slapping sound and a deep “ow what was that for?” “Tae, She isn’t supposed to know we are here idiot” The lights grew a little brighter and you saw the BTS boys and your brother.  You frowned “how long have you been here?” “I have been here since pretty much the start,” Hoseok rubbed the back of his neck “you were dancing to some English songs”
“I came in halfway through louder than bombs the first time” Jimin grinned doing a few of the moves he memorised. “Your brother was looking for you, we had been searching everywhere,” Namjoon said “We worried you went outside”
“Your dancing was really nice?” Jungkook said “I liked what you did with my song and the black swan dance you did was very pretty” “Y/n I haven’t seen you dance in years” Your brother stepped forward, you were feeling a little overwhelmed, “it was really good?”
“Well remember it because I am still not dancing” Trying not to cry the declaration ripping through your chest. Namjoon started explaining the meaning behind black swan you looked at your shaking hands “I have to go I really can’t do this” you tried to push past them as you staggered off down the hallway wiping your eyes on your sleeve. 
“It was nice” You froze the gravelly tone made you turn. Yoongi walked over and placed his hand on your head awkwardly patting it. While refusing to look at you. “I have never seen anyone move like that to my songs before, it made it seem like it was something more I don’t know beautiful it looked like actual art” 
He shuffled looking a bit nervous. Walking away leaving you dumbfounded. Sure it was one thing to hear. ‘You are so good’  but it was another to hear the sincerity in someone’s voice as they said something as deep and meaningful about your dancing like Yoongi had said to you. He called your dancing ‘Art’ for crying out loud. That’s the highest compliment you could possibly think of at this moment.
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wocfics · 4 years
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Broken Record 2
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Arranged Marriage Series
Masterlist 
MYG x Poc Reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff- Bipolar disorder, depression followed by fluff at the end.
Word Count: 3k+
The past few months spent with Yoongi have been...avoidable. Not on purpose of course but because he had been so busy with the comeback and you were busy running your store. You’d get home before he does usually and would cook something small, since he’d either show up or end up sleeping in his studio without, which meant you would just wrap up the rest of the food for him. You had only been in his studio once when he showed you just in case you would be wondering where he was if he didn’t come home. You would both leave around the same time every morning, either making breakfast or getting something on the way to work. You’d close down for a short lunch break, making sure to send him something to eat via takeout unless he sent a text saying that he had eaten already. 
You’d close the store around 8pm before heading home and taking a shower before starting on dinner. Depending on if he was coming home or not would determine how much you would make and usually you’d stick to something simple unless you were feeling adventurous and decided to cook something else. Although you were now living in Korea, you did cook non Korean food every now and then and even explored other cultures in culinary since you didn’t like eating the same thing all the time. 
Lately you had been into more hispanic dishes and remembered that you had Jungkook’s wife in your phone. The company said it would be good to have their numbers in your phone, especially for when the boys would be the busiest or away for long periods of time. She had sent you some recipes for the things she would cook and they helped. Of course you added in your own little things to tweak it just a little bit to your liking but kept them traditional. Yoongi didn’t seem to mind the different food either, or at least you haven’t heard him complain. You hadn’t really heard anything from him lately unless it was him sending you a text. That form of communication would have to stop soon, especially with the award show around the corner.
Right now, you were wrapping up the leftover rice and beans, putting them in a container and then going to put away the pork chops you had made in separate tupperware. Yoongi was already walking through the door and you checked the time, seeing that it was 10:45 pm. You wore pajama pants and a shirt, your hair was placed into two low braids and you currently had on a mud mask since you were in the middle of your skincare routine before deciding to put everything away. 
“How was practice?” You asked. You decided that speaking in Koran was your best bet since Yoongi was stingy but had also told you that he was uncomfortable speaking in English because he didn’t want to mess up. He has also texted you those words since he didn’t want to say it directly to you. Hearing him slide off his shoes and put his keys on the table, he walked into the kitchen and blinked a few times while staring at you, probably because of the mask before he walked over to the counter and saw the food you had wrapped up. “Sore. I’m tired and hungry. Thank you for cooking.” He put everything into a bowl and popped it into the microwave before leaning against the counter and staring more at your face. “Is that my mud mask?” He asked.
You shrugged and put away the rest of the food that he wasn’t eating. “You were barely using it, it’s the first time I’m using it.” You answered, lightly touching it to see if it was dry. “Yah! You can buy your own, I do use it which was why it was on my side of the bathroom counter. You have ten other products and you stole my sheet masks last week and didn’t even replace them. Buy your own.” He whined and you rolled your eyes. Okay yes, you used his face products but it’s only because he had fancier ones than you did and you didn’t know where he was finding all of the good stuff. 
“I only used a little and I always offer you my stuff to use. You barely use moisturizer and your skin is going to turn on you sooner or later. You’ll look like a cheese grater in a few years if you don’t use something more than just water and face masks.” You pointed out. He waved you off with his hand as you made your way down the hall and into the bathroom, going to wash off the face mask. Once you were done, you patted your face dry and finished up your skincare routine. It didn’t feel like marriage but felt more like you two were roommates, who had the same last name and shared the same bed. There were no date nights, no kissing which meant there was no sex. 
That didn’t bother you too much but the least he could do was let you listen to what he was working on or bring you coffee when he had free time during the day but then again, he didn’t even wanna share his skin care with you. After finishing your bathroom routine, you walked into the room and soon after he followed behind you, stripping out of his shirt and tossing it into the hamper. You checked your phone, going through your social media to keep updates on your family, ignoring the constant bad tweets about you now that you were married to someone famous.
You had your days where they would get to you, them talking about the way you looked or how you didn’t suit Yoongi but that was to be expected and you knew it came with the marriage. 
‘Ugh, they couldn’t have found someone skinnier? This girl is a cow.’
‘I went into her store once, I hated it. Everything looked vintage’
‘It won’t last. He’s gonna cheat on her with someone prettier, skinnier and wealthier.’
‘She’s only with him for his money. What a broke bitch.’
Clearing your notifications, you plugged up your phone and noticed he was out of the shower and dressed for bed already while you were so engrossed in your phone. Sliding under the blankets, you kept your back towards him and turned off the light once he was settled in. You couldn’t see it but Yoongi always stared at your back while you slept, seeing how your waist dipped in and back up around your hip area. He wanted to cuddle you, hold you and sleep with you in his arms but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He wanted to know more about you and he knew there was something you weren’t telling him, but he’d wait. Rubbing his face with both hands, he closed his eyes and soon you both fell asleep.
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The following week came fast, you both had gotten up early, ate breakfast before showering and heading out to the BigHit building before going to the award show. Once there, your hair, done by yourself was pinned up while the older women there in charge of makeup started on you. You were already dressed. A dark blue two piece, beaded halter top and high waist flare skirt that stopped mid thigh with a pair of blue pumps to match. They gave you a light smokey eye with blue liner on the bottom and a nude lip. You brushed down the now blonde sew in you wore with dark roots and fixed it to your liking so that it wasn’t in your face too much. Once you were done and everyone else joined, you all piled into the car and off to the awards you went to.
Of course there’d be pictures. Instead of letting Yoongi hold your waist or your hand, you just stood close to him, placing a hand on his shoulder while you took pictures. You smiled in some but for some reason, your mood was slowly draining. You kept going back to the comments about you in your head and as much as you didn’t want to, they were dragging you down. 
Yoongi noticed your mood change but didn’t say anything. He just quickly answered any questions anyone had before ushering you both into the building for the show. When he went to touch your waist, you quickly moved his hands away and went to sit down. The entire show, you blankly stared at whoever was talking and whoever was performing. You clapped when everyone else clapped and kept forcing a smile on your face whenever the cameras would pan over to everyone you were sitting with. When the boys performed, you paid a little attention, wanting to be supportive, even though Yoongi annoyed the hell out of you sometimes, he was a great performer as well as the rest of the boys. 
Waiting for the rest of the awards to be over, you stood up once the lights began to turn on and everyone began to exit. Next stop, some after party but instead of going inside, you told Yoongi you didn’t feel good and decided to stay in the car. Nobody else noticed, or they did and didn’t stay back with you. While in the car, you tried taking deep breaths and rolled your eyes at yourself. “Please, not now.” You whispered to yourself. You didn’t know how long you were in the car for but you looked up once the door opened and you saw Namjoon and his wife enter and he didn’t look happy at all, followed by Jimin’s wife getting in, sitting right next to you with tears streaming down her face that she quickly wiped away before anyone saw. 
You couldn’t pay attention to them too much, they must have left because you were still in the car. Maybe if you went inside then everyone would have stayed longer and now you were angry with yourself for getting in the mood that you were in. Why did you have to be sad now? You didn’t say anything the entire ride, staying near the window until you all got back to the building and got into your separate cars. 
You said nothing the entire ride home, your thoughts consuming you. Maybe all of this would have been better if you said no to the marriage. Maybe Yoongi would be happier with someone else of his caliber. Maybe those comments were right and you were not good enough for him and he’d cheat on you with someone of a higher ranking, better looking, a traditional Korean woman that made a lot of money and knew how to keep him. 
Once you got in the house, you took off your heels and slowly walked into the room. “I’m going to take a shower. I’m exhausted.” Yoongi spoke up and you glanced over before nodding slowly. “I’ll just go in the other bathroom.” You whispered, barely audible and grabbed your towel before going out and into the bathroom down the hall. You were in and out of the shower within ten minutes and got dressed in the bathroom before heading back into the bedroom and simply crawling under the covers and pulling them up and over your head, wanting to just hide from everything and everyone. You didn’t feel like enough and now you were mentally exhausted from your feelings being all over the place today. You were happy when you woke up this morning and now you felt like everything was your fault and nobody wanted you around, you felt invaluable. 
Three days later
Stuck in the same position except to take a shower, you laid there, the covers now tucked under your chin. You had been in and out of sleep, the store closed and everything forgotten about. This has never happened for more than a day since finding everything out years ago but you never told anyone, just that you got into this “mood” sometimes and you didn’t know how to get out of it. 
Yoongi never said anything, he just let you be and even left a cup of water by the bed. He must have gotten fed up because when you heard the door being unlocked, you glanced at the clock on the wall and read that it was 4 in the afternoon and he usually didn’t come home until much later. He walked into the room, seeing you still in the bed and quickly pulled back the covers and pulled them off the bed. “Get up, we need to talk now.” He demanded, turning on the light and waiting for you by the door. “Come on. I don’t want you laying there anymore. You haven’t drank any water, your breath smells. I’m glad you showered but you need to eat and tell me what’s wrong so I can figure out how to fix it.” He spoke more soothingly now, not wanting to yell at you or anything.
Flinching back from the brightness of the bedroom light, you slowly sat up, tears welling up in your eyes when he told you your breath smelled and you pulled down the yellow shirt you wore with matching bottoms. “Can you please, brush your teeth first before we talk? It’ll save both of us, and come into the living room. I brought food.” He walked out of the room. Walking into the bathroom, you looked at yourself in the mirror and closed her eyes, you looked like shit. Even though all you did was sleep, you had bags under your eyes, your skin was beyond gross since skipping your skincare routine and your hair was still under the bonnet you decided to use, you didn’t even wanna know what was under it. Brushing your teeth, you were in the bathroom for five minutes, making sure to get every spot before scrubbing your tongue and even rinsing with mouthwash. 
You saw Yoongi sitting on the couch, takeout on the coffee table and a large cup of water. Your body felt weak after going three days without eating anything, let alone drinking anything. He quickly handed you the cup of water and told you to drink, which you did. Half the cup. Sitting down on the other end of the couch, he watched you carefully. “Tell me what’s happening with you? Manager Seijin Hyung said your store had been closed for three days and it’s unlike you. You haven’t eaten, your mood just...changed. What’s wrong, Y/N?” When he said your name, you lost it and finally cracked. You broke down and covered your face with the sleeves of the long sleeve shirt you wore. 
“Everyone was right in those comments, I’m not good enough for you. You’ll probably cheat on me with someone with more money, skinnier and better suitable for you and who doesn’t have depression. I’m doing a terrible job at being a wife, I fucking suck and I know you don’t like me either. I feel like nobody wants me here, none of the other wives like me, they don’t talk to me. People make fun of my store, everything would be better if I wasn’t here and maybe you’d have someone better than me.” You avoided eye contact with him, not wanting to see his face, afraid that he would be nodding his head in agreement or something. It was the opposite. His eyes slightly widened and he had more of a sad look on his face. 
He moved closer to you and turned her head towards him by moving your chin. You looked at him then looked down until he followed your eye movement and had you look at him again. “Y/N, why didn’t you tell me you were depressed?” He asked. You shook your head, balling your fists. “It’s just a part of it...I have bipolar disorder…” You never thought you would say it, although you had it, but now saying it, you didn’t know what he was going to think of you now. He gripped both sides of your face and forced you to look at him now. “Why didn’t you tell me about it? We may annoy the fuck out of each other, Y/N but you’re still my wife. We have to go through everything together and don’t think that I would leave you for someone else. I may pick at you about things but if I wanted to get rid of you I would have already done that by now. You’re hurting yourself by doing this alone, and you’re hurting your body by not eating or at least drinking some water. I knew something was wrong but I didn’t know it got this way until a few days ago. You have to tell me next time, but I’m glad I know now for future reference. Now, please eat.” 
He wiped the tears from your eyes with a tissue and let you go and motioned for you to eat. Now that you were looking at the food, you were starving and your mouth was salivating already. Picking up the lamb skewer, you began to eat. “Actually...that was mine, but you can have that one. I have more.” Yoongi chimed in and you looked at him. “I’m sorry.” You mumbled and he shook his head. “Just eat. Please.” He grabbed your cup and went to refill it with water. 
You ate rice, the tteokbokki he bought and the bulgogi beef. You put down your chopsticks and took the water from him when he handed you the cup and drank it all down. Holding it in your hand, you looked at him, seeing his honey blonde hair that he was now pushing away from his eyes and his bare face, you leaned over and hugged him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Come on, we’ll clean this up later. I’m tired and I want to lay down.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the room. 
This was all you wanted, he was holding your hand and although it wasn’t a kiss, it was enough for you for now. He climbed into the bed and pulled you along, pulling you close to him but you pulled away a little. “Wait, I don’t want to crush you.” You said quickly and he grew a look of confusion on his face. “What? What are you talking about?” He asked. 
“Yoongi, please. I weigh more than you and I’m not thin, my ass weighs more than both of your legs put together.” He pointed out. He rolled his eyes at you and pulled you down until your head was on his chest. “I don’t care how much you weigh, Y/N. I just want you to be healthy and comfortable with yourself. You’re not heavy and there’s nothing wrong with you. People just talk shit on Twitter because they know you’ll see it and get upset. We’re married, I won’t cheat on you. You’re beautiful, even if you are annoying and steal my stuff. I can sympathize with you because I get depressed as well. I may not show it but that’s because you only see me at night when I’m tired. I’ll stay in the studio instead of letting everyone see how down I am. Only Hobi can tell, but now that you know, maybe we can help each other.” 
Glancing down at you, he noticed you were now asleep. “Thanks for listening.” He chuckled lightly and lightly rubbed your shoulder before closing his eyes. This was all he wanted, you in his arms during nap time after a deep conversation. He was opening up and he loved that you shared what you feared the most about yourself to him. You reached for the blanket and pulled it up to the both of you and wrapped one arm over his torso. It may not be to other people, but this was absolute heaven for both of you.
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anotherkpopvictim · 4 years
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The Company Dinner - Hoseok X BTS Littlespace Drabble
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“anonymous  asked:
I know you just did a smut with hobi so I completely understand if you don't want to do this! But what I had on my mind was hobi and the rest as his caregivers, main one whoever! But he doesn't want to eat his food, so acts bratty maybe breaks a dish, throwing it at someone maybe? But there at a public restaurant so hobi has to sit scared for what to come when they get home, it can be smut too!”
A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! Requests always give me some inspiration when writing these so it’s very much appreciated :)
I changed this into a kind of hurt/comfort fic and there is NO SMUT in it this time. I hope this is still okay :)
Relationship: Little!Hoseok X Caregivers!BTS
Rating: G (spanking - non-sexual)
Words: 2903
Hurt/comfort, fluff, non-sexual spanking
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It wasn’t often that BigHit Entertainment held company dinners - it was pretty much unheard of, really. Namjoon and Yoongi could recall one dinner with people from the company back in 2010, but it was far from a professional setup as they only went to the pizza joint down the street for their meal, and only seven or eight people had even been there.
Yeah...company dinner’s didn’t really happen.
Until, for some reason or another, whether it be the growing number of company members and subsequently, staff, or the growing income, Bang PD decided it was finally time for a proper sit down meal at a nice restaurant.
So, there the seven members of BTS were, sat in a large dining hall within an expensive Italian style restaurant. It had been rented out for the evening, as per the CEO’s requests, and was now filled with dozens of familiar faces. Looking around, Jungkook estimated that there were probably close to a hundred people there, all in good spirits and eating whilst chatting with each other.
BTS were sat at their own table, right next to the company’s younger group, TXT. The boys were still a little shy in greeting their sunbaes despite the other members having told them to treat them as friends. They knew they only needed time until they got to that point.
Jin had had to stop the two youngest of his group from rampaging the large buffet the second they’d arrived, and after some small talk and gentle conversations, they were finally allowed to eat.
Both the eldest hyung and Jimin looked on with mild disgust as Taehyung and Jungkook shoved their faces full of food from their overfilled plates, barely taking a second to allow themselves to breathe between bites.
“Well, I doubt they’re going to be doing any mingling tonight,” Namjoon sighed.
“Definitely not,” Yoongi agreed, “All that food is gonna knock them right out.”
Jimin eyed them longingly, “They’ll be off in their own world for at least three hours.”
Honestly, after a long day in the practice room, the last thing any of them wanted to do was mingle, even if it was with their pleasant co-workers. They were tired, and while they all kind of wished they could get out of it like the maknaes had, they also knew it would be rude for all of the BTS members to keep to themselves all night.
“Alright, I’m going to go...talk, I guess.” Namjoon looked at them. “I encourage you to join me, but I also don’t want you guys to push yourselves too much, okay?”
The others - save Tae and Kookie, who were already falling into their predicted food comas - gave their hums and nods of agreement before the leader walked off. Jimin followed not far behind him.
The rest of them had small plates of food for now, opting to just nibble throughout the night. Yoongi turned to Hoseok when he heard the younger huffing, obviously a little irritated. He found the dance leader wearing a prominent pout on his lips and slouching in his seat as he stared at his plate.
“Hey,” the eldest rapper began softly, “Don’t worry about talking to anyone tonight, Hoseok-ah. Just stay with the maknaes. I know you’re still frustrated about earlier.”
Earlier.
Earlier, meaning back in the practice room where Hoseok - for one reason or another - could not get the steps of their new choreography down. Usually, he was the one to learn the fastest and to help the others in turn learn the dance. Today, however, Jimin and Jungkook had to help him out. They were totally willing and didn’t treat their hyung any differently than they normally would, though he didn’t miss the glances of concern they, along with the others, sent his way.
As six’clock rolled around and they were let out early for the day (thanks to the company dinner) he had most of the dance down. Still, Hoseok couldn’t help but feel like he failed. What the hell was wrong with him? Did he suddenly lose all those years of intense dance training? Everyone had bad days, sure, but to be affected so much...that had to be somehow his fault...right?
Hoseok sniffled pitifully, “Thank you, hyungie. S-Seokie sorry...”
Yoongi turned fully towards him immediately, no panic in his eyes, just the gentle dominance of a caregiver. “Oh, baby, you must be feeling pretty bad if you slipped.”
Hoseok nodded and wished they weren’t in public so he could get a hug from his Yoonie-hyungie.
Jin stood up from the table, drink in hand, and got ready to follow Namjoon and Jimin. “Seokie, love,” he said as he leaned a bit closer to the little, “We need you to be good for just two more hours and then we can take you home and cuddle, alright?”
“M’kay,” Hobi replied.
Seokjin gave him a smile and ruffled his hair gently with his free hand before he wandered off into the crowd as well.
“Hobi, sweetheart,” Yoongi said, “Will you be okay with Taehyungie and Jungkookie while I go talk for a bit?”
Hoseok looked a little hesitant, but Taehyung spoke up before he could answer. “We can talk about anything you’d like, or you can play on my phone.”
The little was easily persuaded by the prospect of getting to play a game. “Okay, Seokie will stay with TaeTae-hyungie and Kookie-hyungie.”
Yoongi, praying that no one was watching them at that moment, gave a quick peck to the little’s forehead. “That’s my good boy.”
With Taehyung and Jungkook’s warm presence, the next hour passed by pretty fast for Hoseok. He was tapping away at Taehyung’s phone, in the middle of a game when he was interrupted by his stomach making a big growling noise.
“Someone must be hungry,” Jungkook commented, scooping up Big Hobi’s plate of food to dispose of it. “I’ll go grab a plate of little-approved food.”
When he returned, he had a plate with chicken bites (not quite tenders, but they had to make do) some kind of fancy version of mac’n’cheese, and some carrot sticks. Considering it was a fairly upscale Italian restaurant, this was the best he could find. Jungkook set the plate on the table in front of the little, and set down a glass of apple juice with it.
While it looked pretty promising, it only took a few bites for Hoseok to realize that he really didn’t like this yucky food. He put down his fork with an angry pout. Why couldn’t this day just be over? Why did they have to go out tonight at all when Hobi really just wanted cuddles from his hyungies and his duck plushie, Quackers, tucked into his arms.
Taehyung saw the fork set down on the table and said, “Hobi, honey, eat some more of your dinner, please.”
The anger his big side was dealing with seemed to add fuel to the fire that was the beginnings of a tantrum.
The little grit his teeth and answered harshly, “No.”
Both maknaes paused and turned to look at him. “Sweetie,” Jungkook began, “I know it’s not exactly like what you have at home, but-”
“It’s yucky!” Hoseok exclaimed, a little too loudly. Thankfully, it didn’t seem as if anyone noticed. “Don’t want it!”
“It’s really not that bad, love,” Taehyung said, trying to keep the little calm. He took a bite of the chicken and mac’n’cheese with his own fork and gave an approving hum once he finished. “I promise, if you eat eight more bites of this, we’ll make you whatever you want for breakfast tomorrow.”
“No, no, no!” Hoseok shouted, his voice rising as his anger grew. “Seokie said he don’t want the yucky food!”
The little punctuated his outburst by slamming his right hand onto the table. What he hadn’t anticipated, was that his hand would hit the side of the plate harshly enough to flip it and send all the food on it into Taehyung’s lap.
The world around them suddenly seemed to fall silent, though the others at the party seemed oblivious to what was going on at BTS’ table. Taehyung had frozen, shutting his eyes and sighing. Hoseok was frozen as well, completely shell-shocked with his wide eyes and mouth hanging open. Jungkook, who was sat on the little’s other side, recovered from the shock of it all first. He was the one that reached over to pick up the plate and set it right side up back on the table.
“S-Sorry,” came the little’s whimper. “S-Seokie sorry, TaeTae-hyungie. H-He didn’t m-mean to. He didn’t mean to!”
Taehyung hushed him softly, finally taking in a deep breath and turning to look Hobi in the eyes. “I believe that you didn’t mean to make the food fall on me. But you have been acting up and because of one of your tantrums, it did happen.”
“Seokie is sorry,” he replied solemnly. Now that the haze of anger was gone from his mind, he could understand that what he did and the way he’d been acting up all night was wrong. He was taking a bad day for himself and turning it into an even worse one.
Jungkook grabbed his midnight blue suit jacket that had been hanging over the back of his chair and handed it to Taehyung carefully. “Go clean yourself up a bit, hyung. Then, put this on to cover whatever stains you can’t get out here.”
The two maknaes locked eyes and Taehyung gave a small smile. He accepted the jacket from Jungkook and gave him a fond flick under the chin before he headed off to find the washrooms.
Jungkook sat back down next to Hoseok, who was staring at the floor and trying to cry as silently as possible. The little shake in his shoulders gave him away, though.
“Hoseokie,” the maknae began with a gentle tone, “We’ll all talk about your behavior later but I can tell that you already feel bad about it.”
The little nodded shamefully, “Seokie sorry.”
After finally taking a glance around and confirming that no one was giving them any odd looks, Jungkook turned back to Hoseok and bit his lip. He wanted so badly to just scoop the little up in his arms and coddle him, but he’d been bad.
“Seokie-ah,” the maknae said, voice somehow both soft and firm. “Sit here while I go get you some more food. I’ll ask you once, is there anything you want in particular?”
Hoseok sniffled and rubbed at his eye with a closed fist, “Seokie will eat the mac’n’cheese.”
“Okay,” Jungkook replied, giving in to the urge to ruffle the little’s hair. “I’ll be right back.”
Hoseok didn’t make a single peep as he ate his food, complaints from earlier washed away by guilt. Once he actually had another bite of it, he found that it really wasn’t that bad.
Jimin returned to the table just as the little was finishing up his last bite. The eldest of the maknae line paused as he gauged the aura around his two band mates. “What happened?” he inquired.
“We had a little bit of trouble from Hoseokie, but he knows what he’s done wrong,” Jungkook replied with a sad kind of smile.
Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed and he turned to the little in question, but Hoseok didn’t dare look up from his lap. “Okay, well, I guess it makes more sense for me to wait to hear about it. No need to make him tell the story a hundred times.”
It was at that moment that Taehyung approached the table, back from the washroom. He had a small cloth bag with the restaurant logo on the front that he must have asked for to put his dirtied clothes in. He’d changed out of his shirt and blazer completely, leaving him in only Jungkook’s buttoned-up suit jacket and damp slacks. Jimin was probably more confused about the situation as his fellow ninety-five liner returned, but he thankfully didn’t ask any questions.
Hoseok let out a little whine and squirmed around in his seat as the second youngest returned to his spot next to him. “Seokie really, really, really sorry, TaeTae-hyungie. The most sorry ever.” he apologized, his voice quiet so only Taehyung could hear him.
Taehyung smiled gently and leaned in closer to reply. “I’m glad to hear that you’re sorry, love.” The pet name slipped out before he could stop it. “And I forgive you, but you still will get a punishment when we get home, okay?”
“Okay,” the little nodded, “As long as TaeTae-hyungie doesn’t hate Seokie, he will take punishment.”
“Oh, baby,” Shit, another pet name. Thank god Seokjin and Namjoon weren’t around, otherwise Taehyung would be in trouble. He pushed that thought to the back of his mind and reached out to give Hobi a quick kiss on the hair. “I could never hate you. Hyungies could never hate you.”
Reassured for the moment, Hoseok tried his best to stay quiet and behave as the company dinner continued around them.
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Later that night, all the members gathered in the living room and discussed the events that had taken place with Hobi and the maknaes. The little felt the familiar wave of shame go over him when Namjoon, Yoongi, Seokjin and Jimin all looked at him with disappointment in their eyes.
Thankfully, Taehyung and Jungkook explained that their little had been very apologetic immediately after it happened, so he shouldn’t be punished too harshly. Besides, Hoseok had been forced to sit quietly at the dinner for two whole hours with only a few words from the maknae line as a reprieve from his own thoughts. Just like a timeout, the little had the time to really think about his behavior.
It was settled that Hoseok would receive ten spanks over his underwear as punishment.
So now Hobi was in their massive, shared bedroom with all of his caregivers surrounding him. The little was splayed out on his stomach over Yoongi’s thin legs in only his boxers. Hoseok’s own legs were sprawled over Namjoon and his head was pillowed in Seokjin’s lap as the two were sat on either side of Yoongi. Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin stood next to the bed and watched on carefully.
All the eyes on him made the little squirm until he felt a firm hand on the back of his neck. “No moving,” Seokjin said firmly.
“Y-Yes, hyungie,” Hoseok replied.
“You’re going to be good and count the spanks,” Yoongi ordered. The second oldest didn’t give him any more warning before a hard slap rang through the otherwise silent room.
The little let out a mewl and stuttered, “One.”
Yoongi had always been the type to get a punishment over with as quickly as safely possible, and now wasn’t any different. The next few spanks were fast and sharp, barely giving Hoseok a moment to register the sting and blurt out the number before another came down.
“F-F-Five!”
The eldest rapper paused and ran his hand softly over the younger’s shirt covered back. “You’re halfway done, Hoseok-ah. I’ll finish quickly.”
The final five slaps were just as Yoongi had promised - quick. Hoseok was gasping out his numbers and he was probably squirming again, but no one stopped him. They could all see that he was doing his best, and that was all that mattered to them.
“Ten! Ten!”
The second that the final number was called out, Yoongi maneuvered the little to sit properly in his lap, Seokjin and Namjoon both rubbing their hands along Hoseok’s back in an attempt to placate him.
“All done, baby,” Yoongi crooned, pressing kisses to the little’s tear-stained cheeks.
“You did so well for hyungs,” Namjoon added.
“Hoseokie is sorry,” the little whimpered, still coming down from his punishment and the even more submissive headspace said punishment had put him in.
Jin cooed and ran his hand through Hoseok’s hair, “We know, sweetheart. You’re forgiven.”
The little nodded, his tense shoulders beginning to relax with the reassurance. Then Hoseok looked up and searched around the room for the one person he was looking for. When his teary eyes locked on Taehyung, he held his arms up and made grabby-hands in his direction.
Taehyung was at his side in a moment, the hyungs moving out of the way so he could pick Hoseok up in his arms and hold him tightly.
“Seokie sorry, TaeTae-hyungie,” he murmured into the other’s warm neck.
“Thank you, love,” he replied, pressing a kiss to the little’s cheek. “No more apologizing now, okay?”
Hoseok hummed in agreement, his eyes fluttering closed as his head rested on the other’s shoulder. The night’s roller coaster of emotions really tired him out. “Can Seokie have cuddles from hyungies?”
The six of them glanced at each other before nodding in mutual agreement.
Ten minutes later found all seven of them in a pile of tangled limbs on the large bed, Hoseok intertwined right in the center of it all. Just where he wanted to be.
“Night night, hyungies,” the little said as he cuddled closer into Jimin’s chest.
“Good night, lovely.”
“Night, Seokie.”
“Love you lots, baby.”
“Don’t let the sharks bite.”
“Taehyung, that doesn’t even make sense!”
“Shh!”
Hoseok let a little giggle before snuggling further into the warm mess and arms, legs, and blankets and falling into a comfortable sleep.
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A/N: Two spanking fics in a row and both times Hoseok is the one getting spanked. I’ll change it up in the future but I hope you enjoyed the story!
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readbeneaththelines · 4 years
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The Bough That Broke Pt. 6
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Synopsis: Jin is injured from an avoidable accident, leaving him partially paralyzed from the waist down. Reader is the nurse that is hired to take care of him once he gets back to the dorms and begins the physically and emotionally painful road to recovery. Will she have what it takes to spark determination in him to get back on the stage?
Characters: Idol!Jin x Nurse!Reader
Genre: Whump, Angst, Itty Bittyamount of crack, itty bitty amount of fluff, maybeeeeeee some smut
Warnings: no warnings for this chapter
Word Count: 1971
Your alarm rang at five a.m. You scrambled out of bed, your body groaning in protest as you headed for the shower. Today was going to be busy, and you needed to be alert and fresh minded to face Jin’s challenges today. You had prepared yourself for his emotional ups and downs, along with the physical hurdles he would face today. 
Jin slept fitfully throughout the night. He couldn’t get the idea out of his head that he would be going back to BigHit for the first time since the accident. Would people stare at him? Ask him an insane amount of questions? Would he have a problem with not being able to join the other members for rehearsal? All these thoughts had him tossing his head in doubt and fear. When Namjoon came to wake him up, he had already been awake for a few hours.
“Want me to help you with anything?” Namjoon questioned as he entered Jin’s room.
“Can you grab me some clothes? I want to see what I can do by myself before I have anyone help me.” Jin pushed himself into a sitting position, back resting against the headboard. Namjoon handed him a pair of joggers, his boxers, and a long sleeve shirt.
“I’ll be just outside the door if you need me.” Namjoon said as he left the room, closing the door behind him. 
Huffing out loud, Jin pushed the covers off. He leaned back against the headboard as he slipped his boxers down past his hips. Lifting one leg at a time, he slid his boxers off, then reversed the procedure to get his boxers and pants on. By the time he was done with those two things, he was already exhausted. Taking a few minutes to catch his breath, he sat upright and put his shirt on. When he was dressed, he called out for Namjoon.
He tried to plaster a smile on his face, but Namjoon could tell he was tired. He walked over, sitting on the edge of Jin’s bed.
“Are you sure you want to go today? It’s not that I don’t want you too, its just that I worry that you are going to get frustrated and tired. None of us want you to overdo it.” 
“I know, but I feel like I have to do this. I can’t hide forever, nor can I avoid living like this. What if I never get to walk again? I can’t just sit here, can I?”
Namjoon sat thoughtfully as Jin talked. He placed his hand on Jin’s shoulder, giving it an encouraging squeeze. “You will walk again, there is no ‘if’ in our vocabulary.” 
Jin chuckled. Namjoon stood as Jin placed his legs over the side of the bed. Namjoon pulled the wheelchair beside Jin, then helped him into his chair. Jin thanked him, the wheeled himself to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and hair, then used the smaller mirror to shave. Namjoon helped him with going to the bathroom, then once Jin was back in his chair, they went into the gathering space. The others were just coming in when the door knocked. Jin wheeled over and opened it, surprised to see you already there.
“Morning, Y/N.” He smiled when you greeted him. Entering the doorway, you walked next to him as you made your way to the dining room table to set your stuff down. 
"Look at you, all ready up and dressed. How did this morning go?"  after working with your patients for so long, you learned to read expressions more than their words. Smiles that didn't quite reach the eyes, furrowed brows, slumped shoulders. Those visual signs said more than words ever could.
"Went better than I imagined, I guess." With you covered your eyebrow, here cleared his throat then continued. "Fine. It was exhausting. It makes me think of all the things I took for granted. Simple everyday take are so simple after all."
"It will get easier, Jin. It takes time and practice. Why don't you eat, Jack will be here soon for your therapy. Let's see how your feeling after that, okay?" 
Hoseok and Yoongi came out of the kitchen, arms fill of plates.
"Morning! You joining us for breakfast?" Hoseok asked.
"Ya. Come on. We have plenty." Yoongi added as he set the plates down.
You joined them at the table, the aroma of home cooked food filling your nose and making your mouth water. You rarely got a home cooked meal with your hours. The eight of you ate and chatted about todays events. Just as you were helping clear the table, there was another knock at the door. Taehyung let Jack in and the rest cleared the room for Jin’s therapy session. 
The next hour was filled with Jin’s exasperated grunts and encouraging words from Jack.
“Come on Jin, just a few more, then you’re done. You got this. One more. Perfect! That’s it. You did great. Now just relax. I’m going to massage your muscles so they don’t cramp.” Jack set about rubbing Jin’s calves. 
Jin was about in tears. “Damnit. I thought if you were im my position, your weren’t supposed to feel this much pain.” he cried out as tears ran down his flushed cheeks.
“Pain can be a good thing, sometimes. It means there is feeling there. It’s a different pain andI know it hurts.” you were cut off by Jin’s angry tone.
“I can’t do this! I have felt pain from dancing and practice, but this! This is unbearable. I can’t. I’m sorry.” He wheeled back from Jack and towards his room. When Jungkook and Namjoon went to follow, you stopped them.
“This is going to happen. He needs to process this. What you just saw, that may just be the tip of the iceberg. There are going ot be more hard days than good ones right now. Give him space, let him come around.” You sat down with Jack, going over the next few weeks of therapy, discussing what adjustments may need to be made. If there is too much pain, he may give up and demand to stop, but you of course, were not going to let that happen. He may be headstrong, but you were more so. You didn’t give up and you wouldn’t let your patients give up either. 
Just before it was time to leave, you checked with the company to make sure the van had arrived. Whether he knew it or not, he was still going to practice, come hell or high water. You just had to convince him of the fact. You made your way to his room, peeking through the small crack.
“The van’s here, let’s get a move on.” you stated matter of factly.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He grumbled from his desk.
“Umm, yes you are. You need to do this. It will hep you, I promise. Even if its just for a few minutes, let’s go.” You came up behind him, placing your hands of the handles of his wheelchair. “Hold on tight.” you warned.
Jin gripped that armrests just in time for you to lift the front wheels off the ground a bit. You spun him around to face you. Kneeling down you looked him in the eyes.
“I know you’re scared. I know this is hard and frustrating. It hurts, both physically and mentally. But. You are stronger than all of that. I have heard them talk about how strong you are. Everything you have faced up to this point, the struggles you’ve beaten to get to where you are, they have made you stronger for this moment. You are going to want to give up, but you can’t do that. You can not let this beat you. We are all here for you, every step of the way, figuratively and literally. If you want to walk again, you have to fight, you have to want it more than anything you have ever wanted in your life. Only you can defeat yourself, no one or nothing else can. So promise me, here and now, that you are not going to give up. Promise yourself that you aren’t.” You rocked back on your heels, Jin’s hands in yours as you allowed him time to process.
“Okay. I promise. It just scares me, you know. At night, when I’m in here alone, I can’t help but think of all the bad that can happen.” You wiped away his tears with the sleeve of your jacket, smiling at him as you tightened your grip on his hand. 
“We will get through this, together. All of us. Now, wipe those tears away and let’s get you on that van. We have practice to get to.” He wiped at his damp cheeks, then let you guide him to the door and down to the van. He was loaded onto the lift and hooked into the van. You followed the others to the studios, parking in the garage and unloading Jin. Hand on his shoulder, you gave him a reassuring pat and headed inside. 
He was greeted with enthusiastic faces and lots of well wishes. No one treated him differently. The smile on his face told you the relief he felt when he greeted his fellow friends and the staff. The ride on the elevator was full of excitement as Jin’s anticipation grew. When he wheeled himself through the practice room doors, a flood of emotions filled his face. He smiled through the tears, laughed through the crying, and talked through the hiccups as he finally settled in. You and him sat at the back of the studio, watching the group go through their moves. You could see Jin out of te corner of your eye as he went through the upper body movements from his chair. A few hours later, and you could see that he was tired, even though he tried to push trough.
“Let’s get you home. We can always come back. I think they may be here for a while. Take advantage of te time I’m at the house with you.” he agreed, waiting for the music to end before telling them goodbye. They agreed to have someone home before your shift ended. You headed out, saying goodbye to those that were still around, Jin telling them he would be back soon. THe ride back was fairly silent as jin mulled over his emotions. He was excited to be back, yes. But also saddened that he couldn’t participate like he wanted, needed to.
You got him settled back inside the dorm, helping him to the bathroom then helping him onto the couch. Sitting down, you brought his legs over your lap, stretching them out as he laid back on the cushion. 
“I wanted to tell you that you did great today. I think you accomplished a lot.” He sighed as his tense muscles relaxed and he drifted off to sleep. You slid from under his legs, covering him with the blanket that was tossed over the back of the couch. You filled out your paperwork while he slept. You heated up your dinner and ate. Just as you finished, Jungkook and Jimin showed up. You told them he was still asleep and that you would be finishing up and heading out. They thanked you for bringing him today, excited that he was able to join them. 
You gathered your things, bidding them farewell as you left. You drove the van back, only to grab a taxi back and get your car. You were just getting home as the sun set over the horizon. You had just sat down to a mug of hot tea when your phone rang.
“We need you, now.” was all the voice said before they hung up.
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catsandstrawberries · 5 years
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Real Family: 6
Pairings: BTS x female reader, platonic love
Warnings: Language, domestic abuse (future), neglect
A/N: Thanks for all the positive feedback so far guys!
Summary: It’s not blood that makes a family. It’s love.
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Just as I thought, I had gotten no sleep that night, and instead choose to watch the transition from night to day. Shortly after the sun had risen from the horizon, a knock sounded from the closed door followed by a head of brown hair poking into the room. 
"Hey, breakfast is ready if you're hungry." The moment I slid into the chair I'm served an enormous platter of food. Eggs, ham, pancakes, piles of fried potatoes. A tureen of fruit sits in ice to keep it chilled. The basket of rolls they set in front of me could keep me going for a week. There's an elegant glass of orange juice set beside my plate and I can't help but look up towards the boys. As if asking for permission to eat. Jin nods his head at me, his eyes crinkling in a smile as I forced myself to eat slowly so I wouldn't look like a complete slob. Most of the boys slowly trickled in, Namjoon being one of the first. Just as he took a bite of his banana a ding sounded from his pocket, he quickly pulled out his phone turning towards Jin and Hoseok. “Bang wants us to take her with us to the studio to do some promotional advertising with her, get photos, make videos, stuff like that.” They continued on with their conversation and I promptly decided that the scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, and herbs were much more interesting. 
“Would you like to come to the studio with us (Y/N)?” I looked up from my plate, mouth full and turned to Hoseok, a blush on my cheeks as I simply nodded while swallowing. He pinched my cheeks, a smile spreading across his face, “(Y/N)’s so cute!” I flinched at his hands, nervously looking down just missing the hurt and confused gaze that fell on his face. Thankfully, Tae had entered grabbing a piece of toast and shouting on his way towards the door,
“let's get going slow pokes, let's not forget we have a photoshoot today!” Jungkook stumbled down the stairs, his hair sticking up in several places mumbling under his breath as he sat down next to me chugging a glass of water.
“Jungkook-ah we have to leave in a few minutes, you and (Y/N) should both go get ready,” Jungkook grumbled, grabbing an apple then shuffling back up the stairs, quickly following in his footsteps I stumbled after him but instead went to my own room. Looking through my backpack for some decent clothes I pulled out a pair of black ripped jeans and a short sleeve blue button down-either that or one of my stained sweatshirts, and pretty sure the boys said I would be doing an interview so I should probably look presentable.
Rushing down the stairs towards the front door I pulled my sneakers on and was met with a white limousine. I stared in awe at the car before jumping in the seat, squeezing in next to Jimin. I stared at all of the boys, somehow dressed casually but still looking like they could walk the red carpet. Namjoon furiously typed on his phone, a few of the other boys doing the same while the rest relaxed against the seat.
“(Y/N) are you excited to see BigHit?” Hoseok broke the silence, the question causing some of the boys to turn to me. “Yeah, Is BigHit where you work?” He nodded at my question,
“It'll be cool to see what you guys do behind the scenes and the process of making music.” Just as the words left my mouth large groups of people surrounded a huge, curved building, windows decorating the corners and bodyguards standing at the entrance and clearing a path for the boys. I visibly tensed at the crowd of people, scenes from leaving the orphanage entering my mind.
“Don't stress too much (Y/N), our bodyguards are good at what they do.” Taehyung's reassuring statement eased my nerves slightly, but as soon as the door opened I was immediately blinded by the bright lights from the cameras. Ears buzzing from the screaming fans, I glanced over to the boys as most of them gave small waves to fans but didn't stop to talk to them. They looked so unfazed by the various screams coming from all directions, how did they do it? Suddenly a pair of black sunglasses were being placed over my eyes, giving the world a darker tint and easing my sight from the bright lights. A hand on my lower back led me into the building through the front doors, and as soon as I was shielded by the glass roof and the high arched ceiling I let out a breath of relief. “I don't understand how you guys do that every day.” I mumbled just as Hoseok had taken the sunglasses off my face that I assumed were his, 
“you’ll get used to it.” 
An older looking man, who looked to be in his late 40's turned the corner. He was wearing a casual dark blue suit, short brown hair and grey wire glasses laid on his face. His arms opened as he saw us, "there's my favorite Kpop group." The man gave Namjoon a hug as Jimin spoke up, "Hey Bang." The man, who I assumed was Bang, turned towards me after giving each of the boys a greeting, a smile on his face, 
"this must be (Y/N), so excited to meet you." He gave me a once over, and I pretended not to notice the judging look in his eyes as he took in my appearance. 
"That's me, you must be Bang Pd?" I reached my hand out and he firmly took it. "Let's all head up to my office and we can talk about the plan for today." The boys nodded, and I followed there lead as they led me through the huge building. Numerous other males and females dressed in suits and dresses passed us by carrying stacks of paper, talking into earpieces, and rapidly typing on phones. Almost all of the workers looked up as soon as we walked by, even those emerged in their phones. Staring at awe at the boys or with a blush on their faces. I guess that's what happens when you become famous. Bangs office was on the top floor, the elevator leading straight to his office after he slid his ID passed a scanner. The room was huge, painted white with a black glass desk sitting in the corner of the room. The room was uncluttered and minimalistic, plants residing in the corner, and on his desk was a simple leather notebook, a computer, and a trophy shaped similar to an old fashioned microphone. It was gold, shiny and on the plaque in bold read, ‘Billboard Music Awards.’ The wall behind his desk, however, was a floor to ceiling window. The bright sun and calm clouds made me wonder what the view would look like at night. 
“Take a seat.” Bang motioned towards the black leather couch in front of his desk but then looked towards me just as the boys sat down. “(Y/N), do you mind grabbing me some coffee from the 4th floor?” A part of me wanted to say no considering I literally had no idea where I was going, also I'm pretty sure that the owner of a huge corporation like BigHit had people to get him coffee. “
Sure,” I said walking towards the elevator. Tae turned towards me giving me a reassuring smile. As soon as the elevator door shuts I couldn't help but press my ear to the door. “Boys, what the fuck are you doing? You're all so awkward around her.” I jumped away from the wall at his voice and decided to stop eavesdropping and actually find out where the coffee was. Once I had gotten to the fourth floor I was immediately met with a room full of people. Concept maps were posted on the wall with different themes such as bad boy, high schoolers, light, lost souls, I stopped in front of one of the boards. Unlike the other ones, this had little to no pictures, words or connections on it. The only reason I had stopped was the two bolded words at the top. It read, ‘family’ and under that, a red string connected it to, ‘adoption?’ 
“Excuse me,” I whipped my head around at the feminine voice, finding a young woman wearing a pencil skirt and blouse. “Are you lost?” She gave me a once over then raised an eyebrow, probably thinking I had snuck in. “Kind of. I'm supposed to bring Bang some coffee,” I mumbled as the woman's gaze hardened, “Okay kid, enough with the lies or I'll call security.” I knew I definitely didn't fit in with the atmosphere but I didn't think it was that obvious. Also, apparently need to work on my acting skills. “I came here with the boys-” she let out a curt laugh wiping an imaginary tear from her eye, “you're telling me that BTS adopted you, why?” 
Funny, I had been asking myself the same question. 
“Honestly I'm just trying to find the coffee, and if you're really worried I'm not who I say I am then you can supervise me till I get busted.” She raised an eyebrow then tilted her head to one of the corner rooms. “Thank you,” I rushed towards the room, finding a setup of multiple foods and beverages, a coffee stand to the left. Multiple types of coffees, sugars, and creams were laid out in front of me and at the sudden realization, I paled. I had no idea what he wanted in his coffee. Let alone if he liked extra dark roast, light roast or anything in between. My eyes glanced over each of the brews and I decided to pick the caramel dark roast with a little bit of cream and sugar. I winced as I put the lid on the cup, what if he hated it? But could he really be mad at me when all he told me, was to get him a coffee? I carefully picked up the beverage heading back over to the elevator and cautiously watching where I was going so I wouldn't be spilling a hot drink all over someone. Before I could press the up button on the elevator it suddenly beeped open, and I came face to face with a wide-eyed Jungkook. He glanced down at the coffee in my hands and gently took it, bringing it up to his lips and taking a swig. His face contorted in disgust and he prompted to throw the cup into the trash can outside the elevator. 
"Seriously (Y/N), that was disgusting we need to work on your coffee tastes." I shifted my gaze from Jungkook and the trash can, 
"wasn't I suppose to bring that to Bang?" His early words then started to register in my brain, "hey! You can't blame me there were at least ten different types of coffees over there and I didn't know which kind he liked." I pouted while Jungkook chuckled, 
"don't worry about it, Bang doesn't even like coffee." I didn't even try to hide my shocked expression but before I could comment Jungkook was pulling me into the elevator with him. "Only ten coffees, huh must be a slow day." He gave me a cheeky grin just as he pressed the button for floor six. 
"Where are we going now?" I asked out of pure curiosity, "WE have a photoshoot." I raised an eyebrow at the stressed syllable, "We?
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glassbangtan · 6 years
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On Your Mind {Kim Taehyung}
  Words: 10k
  Summary: You and Taehyung are complete opposites. You argue non-stop – always have done. So what happens whenever Park Jimin – self proclaimed prankster and problem-sorter – handcuffs the two of you together . . . just to see what happens.
  Genre: fluff – angst if you squint.
  Notes: masterlist
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     You had been six years old when you first met Kim Taehyung.
    He was energetic, bubbly, always had something to say. Not a day went by where you didn't hear him make up some absurd story as you walked around the playground on your own, sketchbook in hand with nothing else to do but listen and refrain from rolling your eyes; whilst he was full of fantasies, you were full of reality.
   Even back then your personalities clashed.
    Even back then, at the young age of six, Taehyung took great pride in his ability to wind you up. Most people saw you as the quiet girl in class, the one who very rarely had a reaction to anything. Whenever you had been given the chance to take home the class hamster, you had simply nodded to your teacher, asked what food it ate and then went on with your day – not a glimmer of excitement, not a glimmer of nerves to be taking care of something that genuinely required care. You had simply nodded, and that was that.
   But Taehyung was able to bring out the reactions from you. He was the only reason a lot of people believed you were a real human being and not some bot placed in the middle of the classroom to make sure everybody was behaving well.
   The two of you had grown up together, much to your dismay and Taehyung's excitement. You had been accepted into the same high school, had lived on the same street as one another for months – so it only seemed realistic that the two of you be put together in the same trainee group at BigHit years and years later.
    That stung. It truly did. Walking into the BigHit building having finally made it to Seoul, thinking your life was taking a turn and this was it – this was you. You were going be made at long last, were going to be absolutely and utterly your own person-
   “Y/N L/N? Is that you? No way!”
    The dream had crumbled as soon as it began when you looked across the hall and saw no other than Kim Taehyung sat amongst a group of boys, waving hysterically at you. He was only being loud because he knew it annoyed you. He was only trying to put the attention on you – attention you most definitely did not want.
   Back then, you had ducked your head down and walked over to a corner, far away from him. You were an adult now. You didn't need to respond to his childish callings with a reaction of your own – you were here to get a space in the dorms, and that was it. Once your dreams finally started mending themselves together, you could rid yourself of Kim Taehyung as soon as possible.
   As days turned into months, though, you found yourself drawn to his familiarity. That was all it was, truly. He was someone you knew, and amongst the hard work and long hours, it was a comfort to be able to sit by him at dinner and listen to him retell stories of Daegu, describing the street you had both lived on together with such clear detail that it almost brought you back to that very place.
   That was all this was – he was a comfort. Nothing more. He wasn't your friend, wasn't even an acquaintance at this point. He was merely there to put your mind at ease when you needed it most.
   Months in and nothing had changed. You were still up until all hours of the night practising dance routines and making sure your voice was polished for the next day of hard labour the company was putting you through. You should have expected it, you knew. This was what you had signed up for, and you had made it into the final few and were already on your way to debuting with the group you had been put in – a group called Oxygen.
    You took a seat next to Taehyung on the first day of September, grumbling under your breath about how exhausted you were. Jimin and Namjoon sat in front of you, Namjoon already digging in to a burger whilst Jimin had been in the middle of laughing about something Taehyung had said.
   Taehyung stopped eating, shot you a sideways glance now that you were in his presence. “Well, good morning to you, too.”
   You sighed, curled your arms around your middle and laid your head against the table. “Good morning.”
   “Did you not sleep well last night?” Taehyung continued, brushing your hair out of your face as it fell over your features from you leaning forward.
   You raised a brow at him, cheek still squished against the granite. “Is it not obvious?”
    Taehyung chuckled. “How many sleepless nights is this now? Three?”
   “Not sleepless,” you corrected. “Just – not a lot of sleep.”
  “You sound like Yoongi hyung,” Namjoon said. “He doesn't know how to take care of himself, either.”
   You scowled, shooting Namjoon a glare. The leader merely shrugged, smirking at your expression as he dug back in to the burger he was having – quite a bad choice for a breakfast food, but you didn't blame him. Nowadays, the exhaustion that littered every trainee was making the lines between normal and idiotic seem very, very blurred.
    “Do you have a lot of plans for today?” Taehyung asked as you finally leaned back in your seat, placing your hands upon the table. “Or is Bang Shi Hyuk letting you off?”
   “When does he ever,” you grumbled. “I have one more vocal lesson to tend to, and then I'm off for a few days.”
   “So are we,” Jimin chirped, chipper as always. “We should all hang out over the break! Oxygen and Bangtan.”
   “I don't think Y/N knows how to hang out with people,” Taehyung said. You scowled. There he goes again. You knew him being nice to you wouldn't last for very long.
   You folded your arms over your chest, looking over at him. He was smiling that boxy grin, even as the acidic insult rolled off his tongue. He didn't seem to care – he never really did. He still reminded you of that six year old who found it entertaining to tease people.
   “I'm hanging out with you lot right now, am I not?” you shot back.
  Namjoon groaned. “Can you two not argue for once?”
   “He started it!” you exclaimed, stabbing a finger in Tae's direction.
   The Bangtan boy gasped, whirling around in his seat to face you fully. “I did?”
  “Tell me what you think I did for you to insult me.”
   “It was hardly an insult. It was an observation at best – not my fault you looked too deeply into it. Again. Just like you do with everything I say.”
    “You don't have to look deep to see you were insulting me,” you bit. If it weren't for him being older than you by a year, you would have snapped completely, perhaps even reached over to swat him on the back of the head.
   Taehyung rolled his eyes. “That's your opinion. Whatever you get offended by is your own problem to deal with.”
   You clenched your fists tightly, resisting the urge to yell at him. Not here. Maybe back then, back on the streets of Daegu when you two were young and stupid – perhaps then you would have lost your temper and made a scene. But not here.
   Instead, you tucked your clenched fists into your underarms and slumped back against your chair – you would wait until your members were done getting their make up done, and then you could get up and leave. You would be free of Taehyung for another day, and you wouldn't need to look back once you were finally on your break. You could enjoy your rest, work on your vocals and your dancing, and be on your merry way.
   Even as you pondered over this fantasy, it was clear Namjoon and Jimin were plotting silently between themselves.
   ---
   “And that's you girls done for the next two weeks!” your vocal coach exclaimed, clapping his hands together as the final note finally strung out on the guitar and the four of you were free.
   Free. Oh, how sweet the word sounded.
   Christa, Sooyoung and Mayanne were all grinning the same smiles as you were, falling back against the cold floor of the vocal room as if this was it – this was their work finished. Tomorrow, Oxygen would debut, and all would be okay in the world. It would all be downhill from there.
   Oh, how you wished.
   It was only a two week break, but even fourteen days was enough to have your stomach reeling with relief and excitement. Fourteen days to get your energy back, to rest your voice up and build some strength back into your body. As time had dragged on, you had noticed your choreographies getting a little sloppier due to the exhaustion you were suffering through – you had every plan to step back into that dance studio with a strength the choreographers have never seen you emit before.
   But until then, you had sleep to catch up on.
   You and your members hugged once before breaking up to go back to the dorms. Christa, your groups leader, was your room mate, though she spent the majority of her time out in the gardens, or out taking random walks along river banks – whenever she didn't follow you to the room, you were certain that that was where she had decided to go, meaning you were entering your dorm room on your own.
    Or so you had thought.
   As soon as you opened the door, you saw him.
   Laying across your bed, phone perched on his chest with his chin pressing into his collar bones, scrolling through Naver like it was the most casual thing in the world. You didn't even yell out at the sight of him, simply stood by your door with your jaw open and your eyes narrowed, silently asking him what the hell he was doing.
   It took him a moment to finally turn around and look at you. When he did, he flashed you that massive, boxy grin.
    “Come on in. I don't mind.”
   “Taehyung, if you even dare say-”
   “Just come in. I'm not here to see you, anyway. I need to talk to Christa.”
   You frowned, but scurried inside anyway. You were dragging your work out bag behind you as you did so, along with an ear-piece that was still dangling around your neck.
   “Need help?” he asked.
   You kicked the door closed behind you. “Only if you helping means you'll get up and leave.”
   “Where's Christa?”
   “She went for a walk,” you replied, your answer coming out as more of an impatient hiss than anything else. “What do you need her for? I can give her a message.”
   Taehyung frowned. “No, that's alright. This is strictly between me and her. Something special.”
   You gritted your teeth – this was not what you wanted to hear.
  For the months in where Christa and Taehyung had been acquainted, it was obvious that Taehyung had taken a liking to her – a strong liking. Any time the leader was with you, he would gush and stare at her, flirtatiously call her noona in the way that always had her giggling and flushing bright red.
   You very nearly gagged at the sight every single time you were subjected to it.
   You didn't blame Taehyung for liking her. She was gorgeous. Midnight hair, chocolate brown eyes, a well structured face and a nice body to tie it all together. Plus, she was smart – one of the only members out of your group who could speak English due to her half-American heritage. There was a lot to her – a lot more than there was to you, meaning it was no surprise that Taehyung had taken a liking to her long before he had taken one to you, even after all the history you and him had gathered together.
   You winced at your own thoughts. If you were any less wiser, you would have heard them as jealousy.
   “Okay then,” you drawled. “Then you can get out and go and find her yourself. I have better things to do than babysit you whilst you wait for her to get back.”
   “That's funny coming from a '96 liner. I'm older than you.”
   You threw a pair of socks at him. He yelped, his phone tipping from his hands and crashing into his chin. “Get out, Taehyung-ah. She's not here.”
   He growled under his breath, the noise coming deep from within his chest as he swung his legs off the side of the bed and made his way to the door. You watched him go, arms folded over your middle. He turned to look at you only once before he was exiting fully – flashed you that all-amazing grin before the door was closing behind him for good.
  ---
   It was at breakfast the previous day that Jimin and Namjoon had brought the handcuffs.
   You had seen them as you walked towards your usual breakfast table, Sooyoung in tow beside you. Christa and Mayanne had slept in, meaning you would be enjoying breakfast with Sooyoung rather than your entire group.
   You saw them glint beneath the table, strapped to Jimin's belt loops as if it were the most casual thing in the world. You raised a brow. You were aware that Bangtan had some odd fashion choices for their upcoming debut, but handcuffs didn't seem like the type of thing that could be used as a fashion statement.
   You took a seat beside Taehyung, Sooyoung taking her own beside Yoongi, and immediately turned to Jimin.
   “Care to explain what the handcuffs are for, Mr Park?”
  And then it happened.
    His eyes widened for the space of a single moment. He turned to Namjoon, as if shocked that you had finally arrived, and that was when he was lurching over the table and snapping one end of the handcuffs to your wrist, and the other end to Taehyung's.
   The genuine sound of shock that escaped Taehyung was enough to tell you that this wasn't one of his many, many pranks. He was just as startled about the action as you were.
    The sound of the metal clicking closed – tightly closed – was like hearing a gun go off.
    “Yah!” Taehyung exclaimed, throwing his hand backwards as if he were strong enough to simply rip the chain off. “What is this?”
  The rest of Bangtan were in fits of giggles, Seokjin slapping his hand against his knee, Yoongi and Sooyoung gripping on to each other in their attempts to keep themselves upright. You could only stare on in shock, trying to figure out what was going on.
    “It's our experiment!” Jimin cheered through laughter. “To see if you two can actually get along if you spend enough time with one another – courtesy of Namjoon.”
   “I won't take all the credit,” Namjoon said. “Jimin helped with the plans. He got the handcuffs off of his brother.”
    “You – You genuinely just handcuffed me to him,” you panted out, eyes wide as you turned to Sooyoung. “Why are you laughing? Help me get these off!”
   Sooyoung shook her head, clasping a hand against her chest to try and control her laughter. “I'm sorry, Y/N, I really am – but this is probably for the best. You two argue like cat and dog, and it'll be nice to see what spending a bit of time together will do.”
  “It'll do nothing!” Taehyung exclaimed, pulling on the handcuffs again. You grunted, clapping a hand against the table to stop yourself from stumbling forward all together.
  “Can you stop that?” you hissed, but Taehyung ignored you.
   “Jimin-ah, where's the key?” he demanded.
   Jimin flushed. “Safe. Hidden.”
   “What is this?” you exclaimed. “I'm ninety percent sure this is illegal. You're keeping me captive against my will.”
   “Maybe so,” Namjoon agreed, all-too-casually for a man who was just accused of a genuine crime. “But you love us, so you won't do anything. You're just gonna have to bond!”
    “We'll also have to discuss sleeping arrangements,” Hoseok said, offhandedly.
   Your eyes very nearly popped out of their sockets as you span to face the dancer, only to be tugged back as Taehyung hissed at the sudden twist of his own wrist. “Sleeping arrangements? You can't keep us shackled over night!”
    “Well, the handcuffs aren't being removed until the two of you can act like civilised adults to one another,” Namjoon said.
   Taehyung grabbed your arm then, spinning you around to look at him. “Y/N-ah, I love you. You're my best friend in the whole world and I don't know how I could ever survive without you.”
    “Taehyung, I love you too. You are the light of my life. I think we should-”
   “Yah, yah, enough!” Seokjin scolded, slapping Taehyung's shoulder even as he laughed at the scene in front of him. “We meant it. Bangtan is debuting soon, and it won't be long until Oxygen is, too. We're gonna be working for the same company, so we all need to get along. We would be as close as family if it weren't for you two fighting all the time.”
    You could barely form the coherent thoughts needed to make a decent reply at this time. You looked down at the handcuffs, the small chain that was currently keeping you and Taehyung locked together – his thumb was rubbing against your own every now and then as he nervously twitched beneath the table, bouncing his knee up and down in a way that made the shackles rattle, reminding you exactly of your current situation.
   This was insane. Of all the things Bangtan had done, of all the pranks that had been played on you, this was by far the most crazy and unthought out thing they had ever done to you.
   They clearly had no idea of the hell storm they were unleashing by forcing you and Taehyung together.
   ---
   By the sixth hour of the first day, you were ready to rip your hair out with the frustration.
   Every single movement was a chore. Every single movement needed to be well thought out, planned out, passed over to Taehyung to make sure he knew just what it was you were about to do – you didn't ask for permission to do anything. You simply told him you were going to move before you were yanking the handcuffs and forcing him along with you.
    He complained very little. For the first time in years, Taehyung's temper had gotten the better of him and it had pushed him into a huffed silence that had even you feeling uneasy. For years, you had been telling him to shut his mouth, but now that he was actually silent, it was grim. It made you feel a little bit unsettled.
   As you sat beside him against the wall of the dance studio, shoulder-to-shoulder, you suddenly craved the familiar sound of him insulting you.
   Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook, Christa and Sooyoung were dancing in front of the two of you. Even though you had all been released on break, the five dancers still insisted on inviting you and Taehyung to watch their choreographies – it seemed like the easiest thing to do. Simply sitting down beside him was easier than walking around the company, every movement a struggle.
   You popped a toffee into your mouth, kept your eyes trained on the dancers. You weren't paying a good amount of attention to them, though. Not whenever you could feel Taehyung at the side of you, could hear his heavy breathing that was clearly stemming from his frustration.
   Neither of you spoke, and perhaps that was for the best. Taehyung was clearly in a very snappy mood, and there was no point in poking the bear right now; the teasing could wait until the two of you were more settled in with your new arrangements.
   But even with that thought in mind, you couldn't deny the slight peak of worry that had settled in your chest. He was usually so chipper. Usually so energetic, jumping around and cheering everyone up – seeing him this way was so unfamiliar to you.
  You would even go as far as to say you were worried for the man.
  But you would never admit such a thing – god, no. He would laugh right in your face, even if he was still in one of his moods. You would never hear the end of it.
   And so, you pretended like he wasn't even there as you popped another toffee into your mouth and continued to watch the performance in front of you.
   ---
   “So, do we, like, cuddle or something?”
   You looked towards Taehyung as you rubbed the moisturiser on your face with your one free hand. Your other hand had been dragged forward to allow Taehyung to sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for his turn to use the bathroom.
    “No. You sleep on one side of the bed, I'll sleep on the other.”
   “But I like to take up the whole bed when I'm sleeping.”
  “Too bad. Stay on your side,” you warned, pointing at him sternly. He scowled, swatting your hand away before he finally bounded into the bathroom. You yelped, being dragged towards the crack in the door that was the only thing separating you from seeing Taehyung go about his nightly routine.
   You pressed your cheek into the door frame and waited for him to finish. He ordered you to sing whenever he was using the bathroom, if just to shield his dignity for the first night of hell. You had done just that, singing at the top of your damn lungs.
   Christa had oh-so-selflessly agreed to swap rooms with Taehyung, much to your dismay. Whilst she was now slumbering peacefully in the same room as Namjoon, probably sharing some weird facts with the man, sharing experiences of what it felt like to be the leader of a rookie group, you were stuck with Kim Taehyung, who apparently seemed to come to life more so at night than he did in the day time.
   Because as you lay next to him on the cramped bed, your arm stretched out as far as possible so as to make the gap between you two as big as you could possibly get it, he was humming to himself.
   “Is that Frank Sinatra?” you asked.
   His head snapped over to look at you, a grin forming on his features that you could only see with the dim light of the bedside lamp shining down on him. “Yeah! You like it?”
   “I'd like it even more if you sang it in the day time and not when I'm trying to sleep.”
   “You're already tired? How old are you?”
   “Younger than you, as you like to make very, very clear to me.”
   He snickered, nudging you with his foot. You grimaced at the contact, even as it sent a flare of butterflies to swarm into your stomach – he had kicked you plenty of times before. In fact, any chance he got he was kicking you beneath tables, sending swift digs to your shins just to signal his arrival. But for some reason, the touch felt oddly intimate whenever he was laying beside you in bed.
   So you curled your feet further away from him, trying your hardest to hide the blush that crept upon your features.
    “You know, usually when people our age get a break, we stay up all night talking about stupid stuff,” Taehyung continued on. He had now placed his hands upon his stomach, was gazing up at the ceiling with a lazy smile on his face.
   You turned to look at him. It was obvious that he was also tired, but you knew he would never give in – not if it meant making himself look less cool.
  You resisted the urge to roll your eyes.
   Classic Taehyung.
   “Usually people our age aren't being worked into the ground for months on end,” you replied. “And we have nothing to talk about.”
   “We're literally handcuffed together,” he scoffed. “Tell me how that makes you feel.”
   “I didn't sign up for therapy.”
   “Well it's a good thing this isn't therapy.” Taehyung then rolled over, pulling his handcuffed hand beneath his head, causing your arm to rest upon his pillow and the back of your wrist to press against his cheek. His skin was warm, slightly clammy from the lack of open windows in the room.
   You bit down on your lip, looked away from him.
   “You can't be too happy with being handcuffed to me, can you?” he questioned. “I know I was in a right mood all day. I probably made you feel so uncomfortable.”
   “You do that without the handcuffs.”
   Taehyung rolled his eyes, nudging your arm. “Oh ha ha. Enough joking – tell me what's going on in that head of yours.”
   “Why do you care?”
   “I can't be curious?”
   “You were never curious about what I was feeling before we were handcuffed together.”
   He frowned then, and you could feel his brown eyes smouldering into the side of your head, as if examining each and every part of you. Half of you wanted to wriggle away from him, perhaps risk sleeping on the floor even though it would be very uncomfortable. But his gaze kept you firm, kept you still.
     “Just tell me what you're thinking,” he demanded again. “Maybe you talking will put me to sleep.”
   You scoffed, but didn't think any more of it. You were exhausted, craved sleep more than anything else, and if you lazily talking about your thoughts and what had happened that day put the man beside you to rest, then so be it.
   And so you started talking, and the words were more of a stream of consciousness than anything else. You weren't even entirely sure what it was you were saying, simply that your mouth was moving and there were words escaping you, and Taehyung was beside you, listening with an intensity you had never seen on his face before.
   You weren't sure if you were being honest or not. You spoke about how annoyed you had been whenever the handcuffs had initially been slapped upon your wrist, how you had wanted nothing more than to lean over the table and bat Jimin and Namjoon over the head. Taehyung chuckled at that, and you could hear the drowsiness in the noise. Glancing over at him for a second confirmed your suspicions that he was, indeed, beginning to doze off.
    You smiled despite yourself, looking back up at the ceiling and continuing to speak as if nobody else was listening. You felt yourself growing more and more tired the longer you spoke, your words slurring near the ends. You started to talk about Daegu, missing home and missing your parents. You even admitted that you hadn't been able to call them that day due to the whole handcuff situation, and Taehyung had wrinkled his nose up in distaste of that fact, very clearly not liking the idea of you cutting contact with your family due to him being beside you.
    He didn't object, didn't cut in on what you were saying. By the time you had run out of things to say, he had fallen asleep. You could hear his soft snores at the side of you, and you smiled to yourself. He had been tired. He just hadn't wanted to admit it.
   You pulled the covers up as much as you could using one hand, your other hand still tucked against Taehyung's cheek; tonight would be interesting.
  ---
   “So, how was the first day?” Mayanne asked you when you and Taehyung arrived at the sports field that was situated across the street from the BigHit building.
   Taehyung scowled, pointing at the marks that were looping around his wrist – apparently he had tried moving last night and had ended up with the handcuffs biting into his skin. You had slept through the entire ordeal, much to your dismay.
    “I just can't wait to get these things off,” you grumbled. “Where is Jimin anyway?”
   Mayanne nodded out towards the field. Jungkook, Jimin and Yoongi were all playing a game of basketball on the grass, Yoongi complaining about how the ground 'wasn't made for basketball' whilst Jungkook and Jimin seemingly ignored him, bouncing the ball as best as they could on the soft terrain.
   Taehyung heaved a sigh. “I want to play.”
   “Too bad,” you grunted, sitting yourself down next to Mayanne.
   Mayanne was the maknae of your group. With long, dirty blonde waves and bright blue eyes, she looked incredibly innocent. Her lips turned into a pout when she heard your words, turned to you with a disapproving glare flashing through that youthful face of hers.
   “Y/N,” she hissed, nudging your arm. You looked over at her, raising a brow in question. “Go and play a match with them. It's not fair making Taehyung sit with you when you're doing nothing.”
  Your eyes very nearly popped from your skull. “But I don't even know how to play basketball!”
   “We'll teach you,” Taehyung cheered, bouncing your conjoined arms up and down to emphasise his excitement to Mayanne's suggestion.
   You groaned, swinging your head back as the maknae pushed you up off the seat and you went stumbling behind Taehyung, who had already started barrelling towards his members on the field, waving his free hand like a mad man.
   This was the Taehyung you were so used to seeing. This was a pleasant contrast to what he was acting like yesterday.
    Yoongi, Jimin and Jungkook were very quick to accept you and Taehyung in the match they had been playing. Jimin even had the nerve to ask you whose team you wanted to be on, knowing damn well you and Taehyung would have to be together the entire time. You had snarled at him in response, prompting a chuckle from the older man who you were currently trying not to throttle.
    Before you could even prepare yourself, the game had began, and Yoongi was wrecking the field with a skill you didn't know he possessed. Even Taehyung seemed unsure of what to do, how to go about things as Yoongi came barrelling towards the both of you, dribbling the basketball with perfect precision, dancing around his opponents with a fluidity that left you gob smacked.
   You were half tempted to tell Taehyung to give up then and there, to sit this one out, but it wasn't in Taehyung's nature to back out of anything. And so, he started sprinting after his hyung, dragging you behind him.
   You stumbled over your feet a few times, managed to catch yourself by pressing your hand into the small of Taehyung's back. His head whipped around to look at you once or twice, but other than that, his attention was firmly on getting that ball.
   “Taehyung!” you exclaimed. “Please slow down!”
   “Jimin-ah!” Taehyung yelled, ignoring you. “Pass the ball!”
   Jimin did just that, launching the basketball over the head of Yoongi and Jungkook. . . and over the head of Taehyung, where it landed directly on the top of your own skull.
   You cried out, cowering away from it as it bounced off the top of your head and landed a few feet behind you. Jimin gasped, covering his mouth as Jungkook and Yoongi stared on with wide eyes.
   It was only Taehyung who burst into laughter, tugging your wrist towards him. “You might wanna watch out, Y/N.”
   You snarled, still gripping the area the ball had smashed against. It didn't hurt all that much, but the surprise had certainly prompted the racing of your heartbeat. Taehyung didn't seem to take that into consideration as he dragged you towards the ball and called out, “Carry on, everyone, come on!”
   The game continued. It was a mess, mostly. You and Taehyung constantly tripping over one another, Taehyung trying to dunk hoops only for your wrist to suddenly snap with the pain of him jumping up and dragging your arm with him. A few times, you had been forced to tug harshly on the handcuffs, making the man fall backwards just so he would give you a minute to catch your bearings; you had fallen over a dozen times already, and your knees were beginning to scab over.
    You were certain the game would have to end soon. Basketball matches never lasted this long – surely. You had never seen one before, but this just seemed utterly ridiculous.
   You were lagging behind, your body only moving still due to Taehyung dragging you across the playing field with that god damned skip in his step that never seemed to falter, no matter how tired he was getting. He was panting, and there was sweat lining his forehead, and no matter how many times you told him to just take a sip of water, he refused to step out of the game for any longer than necessary.
   It was as you were telling him to take a break that the ball smashed into the side of your face and knocked you to the ground.
    When it had hit the top of your head, the impact hadn't hurt all that much; it was a bop upon your skull, bouncing off as innocently as anything else. Sure, there had been a little bit of pain, but nothing compared to the burning sensation that immediately ran up the left side of your face as the damp, dirty basketball smashed into your jaw.
   Taehyung yelled out as you crashed to the floor, dragging him along with you. His legs tangled with your own, the only thing stopping him from crushing you being his quick reflexes as his hand shot out to the side of your head, keeping him upright.
   You blinked back tears which had begin to blur your vision already. Your free hand was cupping your jaw before you had even hit the ground, but you don't remember moving it. You don't even remember falling to the ground. In fact, for a moment, you weren't even entirely sure why you were on the ground; had you been hit?
   It was only whenever Christa, Mayanne and Sooyoung came barrelling across the field, yelling out your name that you realised you had, indeed, just been smashed in the face with the basketball.
   “Shit,” Taehyung hissed from above you. “Shit, shit, shit. Are you okay? Can you hear me?”
  You could, but he sounded like he was speaking through water. You nodded slowly, clenching your jaw – and wincing in immediate pain.
   “Who the hell did that?” Taehyung exclaimed. His legs were still tangled with yours, his chest hovering over your own as he turned his head to look at the crowd forming.
   “It was me,” Jungkook panted, shaking his head. “I'm so sorry. I didn't – I didn't mean to throw it that hard. I thought you could see me!”
   “It's-” you began, but Taehyung cut you off.
   “Idiot,” he spat, before spinning back around to look at you. You were shocked, gazing up at the man you were handcuffed to with wide eyes. He didn't seem to notice your startled expression as he reached forward and gently grabbed a hold of your chin, tilting your head back and forth to get a close examination of the damage.
   The wince he let out was surely a bad sign.
   “How bad is it?” you asked.
   Taehyung spoke through gritted teeth. “It's definitely gonna bruise.”
   Oh great, you thought. Just what I need.
   “I'll be okay,” you assured. “The pain is already dying down.”
  You tried to stand up, but Taehyung's hand across your chest stopped you. Your eyes snapped up at him, caught on to the concerned emotions on his face before he could shield them behind his usual, cocky grin.
   “Are you sure you don't wanna go and see a nurse?” he asked. “Maybe they can give you some ice.”
   You shook your head slowly. “I have ice in the dorm. As I said, the pain is already going away; I'll be okay, Taehyung.”
   And that was that. Even as Jungkook, bless his soul, continually apologised for his actions, even as your members swarmed around you and asked you on loop if you were okay, Taehyung let it drop.
   You weren't entirely sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, because you had seen the worry coating his eyes whenever he had glanced down at you. You had felt his chest bash against your own, felt his heartbeat through your shirt as he stared down at you, unable to move without irritating your wrist even more than it already was; he had been worried for you, and you weren't entirely sure why that made you want to smile so broadly.
   Perhaps you would have if your cheek wasn't throbbing so badly.
   You made a mental note to scold Jungkook for this whenever you could actually speak properly.
  ---
   “I still think we should have taken you to a see a nurse,” Taehyung said, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.
   You sighed, pressing your palm against the swelling cheek you had obtained earlier in the day. Taehyung had been correct, of course – it had definitely bruised, and every word you spoke felt like there was someone throwing their fist into the side of your face.
   “Jungkook felt so bad about it,” you said, wincing as you did so. “I didn't want to make a big deal out of it and make him feel worse.”
   Taehyung raised a brow, peaking his head out of the bathroom. He had kindly left the door open this time, meaning you could stand freely in the doorway as he brushed his teeth and got ready for yet another sleepless night with you at his side.
   “He may be the maknae of our group, but he's a big boy,” he said. “And besides, he should have been watching where he was throwing it. This wouldn't have happened if he had just paid more attention.”
   You rolled your eyes. “You're the only one making a big deal out of it. I'm fine.”
   “Your face looks like you fell off the side of a ravine.”
   “Thanks.”
   “I'm serious.” He spat his toothpaste down the drain and popped his toothbrush back in the cup at the side of the sink, wiping his mouth on a spare towel before turning to you. “If it looks any worse tomorrow morning, I'm taking you to the nurse. We don't want you getting lock jaw or something.”
   “I don't think that's how it works.”
  Taehyung flicked your non-bruised cheek when he walked past you, rattling the handcuffs to signal for you to follow him – as if you had much of a choice.
   He slipped under the covers, laid on his back and gazed up at the ceiling – just like he had done the night before. You slipped onto the bed next to him, folding one arm behind your head and copying him, looking up at the small swirls the ceiling had indented within the paint; there was still blu-tac stuck onto it from the time Christa had tried to stick glow-in-the-dark stars on the roof, only for them all to fall within minutes. Neither of you had bothered to get rid of the tac.
   You spoke before you knew why, the silence weighing heavy enough to squeeze the words out of your chest. “Tell me what's on your mind.”
   And unlike you, Taehyung didn't hesitate.
   You weren't sure if this would become a continuous thing, a nightly routine of sorts. You also weren't sure why hearing his deep voice talk you through his day and his thoughts put you to sleep so soundly. You found yourself cuddling down in the covers, resting your cheek against your shoulder, in-taking every single one of his words as you dozed. There was a certain rumble to his tone that had you resting peacefully.
   You felt him glance over at you. Your eyes were closed, mouth slightly open; you were truly on the verge of sleep. You weren't faking that, though you could still feel him staring at you, could still hear and process every word he was saying.
   You were sure your heart stopped dead in your chest whenever he sighed to himself and said, “You really scared me today, Y/N. Keep yourself safe, or else you're gonna drive me insane.” He shuffled slightly upon the bed. “Goodnight.”
   It was safe to say that you didn't fall asleep as early as you'd originally liked.
   ---
   It had been four days, and you were beginning to get restless.
   Things were annoying you. Little things. Christa had tried to take one of your wraps the previous day and you had snapped at her, stabbing her plate with your chopsticks. She had laughed at the action – as had everyone else, bar Taehyung, who had been looking at you with worried glances from the moment you had been smacked in the face with a basketball – but you found nothing funny about your own attitude.
    You had attempted to shower the previous night, and Jimin had been kind enough to unlatch the handcuffs to allow you to do so. You thought that would be it – the joke was over, the handcuffs were off. But you had strolled out of the bathroom to see both Jimin and Taehyung still sitting on your bed, waiting for you to arrive so he could slap the metal back onto your hands.  
    Your wrist was beginning to itch, the skin getting more and more irritated with the less air being given to it. Handcuffs weren't meant to stay on for this long, and the irritated skin, the person constantly trailing behind you, were beginning to irk your emotions.
   Which was why, on the fourth day, you were fairly certain you were going to snap.
   Because Christa and Taehyung were shamelessly flirting right in front of you, and you had absolutely no choice but to sit back and listen to it.
    God, it was infuriating. Christa had a skill with flirting, one you idolised. She simply had to look towards a man to drag him to his knees, have him waiting at her beck and call. Hell, whenever you had first met her, you were fairly certain you would have risked it all just because of her dazzling smile and bright eyes.
   You loved your leader with every fibre of your being. She was a sister to you, but hearing her flirt with Taehyung just irked you in the wrong way. You couldn't quite put a name to it – it wasn't jealousy. It couldn't be jealousy. You had sworn that you would pity any woman who was forced to spend the rest of their life with Kim Taehyung – how they would manage the constant headaches was completely beyond you.
   Even as the thought ran through your mind, you admitted to yourself that you were lying just to soothe your own nerves, just to keep your mind bitter to stop you from shamelessly giggling at every little thing Taehyung said.
    “It must be pretty difficult being the leader of the group,” Taehyung was saying. You had turned your back to them both as best as you could, trying with everything in you to give them at least a little bit of privacy. “I've always admired Namjoon hyung for his ability to keep us all under control. We're not exactly an easy bunch to handle.”
   Christa chuckled. “I know what it's like – as calm as Y/N can seem on the surface, she's one of the biggest trouble makers there is. I think the first week I was deemed leader, I had to drag her out of bed to go to rehearsals because she had been up producing the entire night before.”
   You rolled your eyes, called over your shoulder, “That was one time, and I wasn't even late.”
  “Only because I dragged you out of bed!” Christa called back, before scoffing. “Honestly, she's worse than the maknae.”
   You grunted, leaning your head against your palm as Christa and Taehyung continued to talk about everything and anything. Taehyung spoke about his audition process, about how he had been a hidden member for so long, about the video logs him and the other members made whenever they could – even he made them, despite none of them being allowed to be released anywhere.
   You listened in, and your chest burned. Perhaps it was stupid, but you couldn't help it. You and Taehyung had been friends – acquaintances – for years, and never before had you gone so in depth in a conversation – not as in depth as the two of them were currently going.
   Perhaps it was because you weren't as interesting as Christa, or as interesting as Taehyung, for that matter. You had lived a pretty normal life up until that point, had been a clean cut trainee for the past few months – Taehyung was a hidden member. Christa was the leader. They both had stories to tell, tales to wield of their experiences that made them so unique.
   It was only natural for them to click in the way they very clearly did.
   And it was so stupid of you to feel the anger bubbling in your system, but it was there. It had been there for days now, waiting to explode. It seemed like the fourth day was going to be the day you finally had it.
   You wanted the joke to be over. You wanted Jimin to stop taking this so seriously, to finally see just how frustrating it was to be handcuffed to someone who didn't even like you-
   You winced at the thought, tried to deny it as best as you could. Taehyung liked you. He had showed you that much through his worry of your injury, even if his words following said injury had been as harsh and as teasing as ever – that was just your way of talking to one another, and you saw no point in claiming he didn't like you just because you two had a bit of back and forth going on.
   You clenched your fists and sighed, looking over your shoulder. You felt your lower lip tremble at the sight of them both, Taehyung holding Christa's hand in his one free hand as he inspected the jewel adorning her finger.
    “It's so pretty,” he drawled. “Where did you get it?”
  “It was a gift,” Christa replied. “From Y/N, actually.”
   Taehyung turned to look at you. You snapped your head back around, afraid that your expression was too obvious, that there would be no hiding your frustration. Please don't talk to me. Please don't-
   “I've known you since we were six years old, and not once have you gifted me with pretty jewellery,” he said.
   You shrugged. “You haven't gifted me with pretty jewellery, either.”
   “You never wore jewellery.”
   “Right.”
   Taehyung frowned, your abrupt ending to the conversation clearly striking him as confusing. He didn't push further, though, and instead turned back to Christa to continue on the conversation they had started.
   You wanted to blast music, wanted somebody to scream in your ear. You just wanted their voices blocked out – just for a little while. Just until you could calm yourself down.
   ---
   “Alright, out with it,” Taehyung ordered as soon as the bedroom door was closed. “What's wrong with you? Why have you been moody all day?”
   You simply grunted, toeing your shoes off and lobbing them across the dorm room. Taehyung flinched as they crashed against the wall before clattering to the ground, and you made no attempt to clean them up before you were flopping belly-first onto the mattress and groaning into the covers.
   Taehyung stumbled after you.
   “Would you-” He tugged harshly on the handcuffs, “-stop acting like a child. What's wrong?”
   You were going to burst. You were going to burst. You were going to-
   “Tell me what's on your mind, Y/N.”
  “Is it not a bit early for that little tradition? It's not even eleven o'clock yet.”
   “It doesn't matter,” Taehyung said, sitting beside you on the bed. “Tell me what's on your mind.”
   “It's your turn.”
    “How about we both do it today, huh? Then we're equal.”
   You shrugged. “As long as you go first.” Perhaps if he spoke long enough, you would be able to collect your thoughts enough to give him a reasonable response to the reason behind your moodiness.
   “Alright then. Deal,” he said, shifting himself so he was comfortable on the mattress. You were still laid on your stomach, your hand draped loosely over his lap. “What I'm thinking about right now, Miss Y/N L/N, is how I spent all day being dragged around by some moody girl who refused to even look me in the eye, as if I had done something wrong. As if this whole handcuff situation was my decision. As if I had genuinely just ran over her dog or something.”
   He shrugged then.
   “I've been thinking about why you think it's so bad to be handcuffed to me.” Your head shot up, his words taking you by surprise. “We've known each other for god knows how many years – I don't know. I guess I just thought that you would be a little bit happier to be attached to me than anyone else, but today you just seemed so down. Like we were back to square one.”
   You opened your mouth to speak, to say anything, but no words came out. You couldn't think of anything decent to say, anything sufficient that would perhaps put his mind at ease – not whenever your own thoughts were a jumbled mess themselves.
   Taehyung noticed your hesitation and took the chance to continue. “You know, I never hated you. Never. Not once in my entire life have I looked at you and saw you as an enemy. Maybe I saw you as a little frustrating at times, but I think that was part of your charm – even nowadays, your sarcasm and how monotone you are is just part of the reason why I like you. Why I – Why I like you, yeah.”
   He pursed his lips. You continued to stare at him, refusing to look away until he had finished his speech.
   “I know sometimes I can come off as a little bit cruel, or a little bit . . . a little bit mean. But I don't want you to ever take any of it seriously. Because even though we've teased each other and made each others lives a living hell since we were six years old, you're the one person who's experienced my life alongside me, and I don't want you thinking I'm not grateful for that kind of loyalty, because I am. I really, really am.” He swallowed then, glanced away as he murmured into his shoulder, “And maybe I'm a little bit grateful that it was you who grew up with me, and not somebody else.”
   Your heart paused in your chest. You could have been screaming then, but you wouldn't have heard it. Not over the thumping of your heart, the roaring of your blood in your ears. Even though he had stopped talking and was now sheepishly gazing around the room as if he had forgotten something, his words were still bouncing off the walls, echoing in your head on a continuous loop.
   He inhaled deeply, slapped his hands against his knees, causing your wrist to prattle slightly. “Well, now that the nightly routine is done, let's go to bed, shall we?”
   You didn't have time to object before he was hopping over your sprawled out frame and tucking himself beneath the covers. You watched him closely, watched as he tugged his shoes and socks off, ran a comb through his hair only once before lying down on the bed.
   He looked over at you, tapped the space next to him expectantly. “Aren't you gonna lay down?”
   “You didn't let me have my turn.”
   Taehyung raised a brow. “Huh?”
   “My turn. Saying what's on my mind. You didn't let me have my turn.”
   His face flushed red – he clearly hadn't planned out what he was going to admit before he had suggested the idea of the two of you indulging in the game.
   “You don't have to if you don't want to,” he nervously mumbled, looking away from you. You nearly laughed at his shy expression, bit back the amusement that threatened to spill over. “It was a stupid suggestion anyway. Maybe we should just stick to-”
  You cut him off before he could continue, laying down beside him, just like old times sake. He tensed, but you made no attempts to move when you started speaking.
    “What I'm thinking, Mr Kim Taehyung, is that you might very well be one of the best men I've ever met in my entire life.” Taehyung inhaled sharply. You could tell he was about to interrupt you, and so you continued on quickly. “We tease each other, and I call you a pain in my ass – because you are – but I'm extremely thankful that you're a pain in the ass to me and not anyone else. I'm glad you chose me above anyone else to be the person you annoy.”
   Taehyung was silent for a few seconds – your speech hadn't been long, not like his had been. His had been a spur of the moment, but as you lay next to him, you realised just how planned out yours had been. For years, you had watched Taehyung bounce from person to person, watching him have his heart broken, watched him be ripped down whenever he was the one person who didn't deserve it. You had been playing with those words for years now, and you hadn't even realised it until they were spoken out loud.
   He inhaled deeply, loosed his breath in a sigh as if he was trying to catch his emotions. You glanced over at him, shocked to see his eyes slightly damp and his cheeks slightly red.
   “This might come off as a bit too forward, but I really wanna just kiss your face right now,” he said, and you nearly chuckled at the way he said it.
   Instead, you smiled softly to yourself, shook your handcuffed hands between you and said, “When we get these off, then I will welcome as many kisses as you are willing to give.”
   “Don't say that. You might regret it.”
   “I don't think I will.”
   ---
   Taehyung very nearly ripped your arm off as he dragged you to Jimin and Hoseok's room the following day.
   Almost as soon as he knew Jimin would be awake, he was pulling you out of bed and dragging you down the hallways, ignoring the other trainee's good morning greetings as he did so. You had to bite back your laugh, stumbling behind him.
   He slammed his fist into Jimin's door, calling out his name on a continuous loop until Jimin finally pulled open the door with a scowl on his face – you had clearly woken him up.
   “What?” he exclaimed. “What do you want?”
  Taehyung pushed past him. “Where's the key to these god damn handcuffs?”   Hoseok looked up from his laptop, narrowing his eyes. “Things getting too much for you?”
   “Things,” Taehyung scoffed, turning to you and giving you a wink. You nearly choked on air, turning away to hide the blush. Taehyung span back around to face Jimin. “I'm serious now, Jimin-ah. We're friends. Buddy, buddy, she's my best friend kind of thing. Now give me the key.”
  Jimin raised a brow. “I don't think I believe you. Were you two not arguing, like, two days ago?”
   “We were teasing,” Taehyung exclaimed. “There's a difference.”
   “One more day won't-”
  Taehyung had heard enough. Before Jimin could react, Taehyung had launched himself across the room and had grabbed a hold of Jimin's jeans which had gone discarded on the floor. Jimin cried out, throwing himself towards Taehyung, causing your wrist to burn with the movement, but neither of the boys seemed to care. Hoseok laughed from his place on his bed, watching the scene unfold as you stood back as far as the handcuffs would let you.
     But then Taehyung was yanking his hand out of Jimin's pocket, and in his hand was the very key you had been desperately craving to see for the past five days.
   “Yah! Yah! Thief! Thief!” Jimin cried out as Taehyung span around, plunged the key into the handcuffs and turned it.
    And never before had you felt such relief as you did in that moment. The metal unclasped from around your wrist, and it crackled as it fell to the carpeted ground. You inhaled deeply, rubbing at the irritated skin that was now free as Jimin groaned and shook his head, complaining about how you two had ruined the plan, and how Namjoon was so confident it was going to work.
   But you could barely hear him. Not whenever Taehyung unclipped his own handcuff, turned towards you as soon as the metal had fallen to the floor, and then he stepped towards you. One giant step was all it took for him to be able to wind his arms around your waist and tug you into him, and in seconds, his lips were placed upon yours – just like you had promised.
    And you hated to be cheesy. You hated to admit that the feeling of his lips on your own was like nothing you had ever experienced before, that his arms tightening on your waist was a feeling that sent butterflies spiralling through your very being, but you had known this man since you were six years old – this kiss had been very long drawn out. You were surprised you had kept your patience for this long.
   But god was it worth it, because the build-up and the frustration and the want you had felt for all these years was being released into this one kiss, Taehyung's lips moulding against your own.
   It was weird that all it took was five days of being inseparable for you to finally realise just how badly you had wanted this moment to happen.
   Whenever Taehyung pulled away, he pressed his brow to yours, panted as he looked down at you. He didn't need to say anything. Neither of you did.
   Jimin said it all for you.
   “Okay. So I guess the whole handcuff experiment did work.”
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sugartaemint said: Hello i wanted to ask if you can do a jungkook scenario where he and y/n are always bickering or he’s always annoying her but he ends up confessing to her please ? Nice work btw :)
Jeon Jungkook x reader
Summary: Jungkook and you often argue. But one day he takes it too far, and both of your feelings are revealed.
Genre: angst/fluff
Words: 2374
thank you for this request!! 
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For as long as I had known Jungkook, he had disliked me. When we first met, I had nothing against him. In fact, I tried to be friendly. But he brushed me off easily.
“And, this is Jungkook!” Jin declared, finishing the introduction of his friends to me, as he showed me around BigHit. I was starting as a new solo artist, and although I had never been more scared in my life, at this point my nerves had been settled by how friendly everyone else had been. So, I smiled widely as I surveyed the boy in front of me.
He was sitting back on one of the sofas in the lounge area in the main building. He looked up and it seemed for a moment as though he was going to return my smile and greet me, but I watched emotion flicker in his eyes before his face dropped and became an impassive mask.
“Hey! I’m Y/N.” I said, standing in front of him excitedly. He looked up at me as if sizing me up, and gave me a small nod.
“Okay.” And with that he went back to his phone. I was a little taken aback, but shook it off and sat next to him.
“So, any advice for my first day?” I asked him, crossing my legs. From what I had heard from Jin, he was funny, and a great guy, but I hadn’t gained that immediate impression. He seemed to be playing a game on his phone, and was very focused on it, his eyebrows furrowed and fingers moving quickly.
“No.” He muttered, not looking at me.
“Well, there’s no need to be rude.” I said with a small laugh, half-joking.
“There’s also no need to be so irritating, but you’re doing that anyway.” He said, and my mouth fell open. My heart jumped in my chest, both anxiety and anger hitting me hard.
“Jungkook!” Jin exclaimed, outraged.
“I’m sorry, have I done something to offend you?” I asked, turning to him. He rolled his eyes.
“Well, you just strolled in here like we invited you, which we didn’t, and you’re already infuriating me, so I don’t suggest you stick around.” He glared at me like a small child, leaving rage bubbling at my throat and my eyes wide at his words.
“Jungkook!” Namjoon shouted, frowning incredulously at him. “What the hell?” Jin too, was looking at him as if he didn’t recognise him.
Jungkook just shrugged nonchalantly, looking down.
“What is wrong with you?” I asked him, seething. He sighed exasperatedly, slipping his phone into his pocket and standing up.
“I’m going to practice.” He muttered, picking up his jacket and walking out of the room. I was left staring in shock at the place he had just been. Jin hurriedly came and sat next to me, looking concerned.
“Y/N, I am so sorry about him, he’s never normally like that, I don’t…” He looked at Namjoon for an explanation of the younger’s behaviour, but he looked just as clueless. “Well, whatever the reason, what he said wasn’t true.” Jin told me kindly. Namjoon shook his head quickly.
“Not at all. You should keep hanging out with us.” He said seriously. I hesitated.
“But, what about…” I gestured to the door Jungkook had left through.
“Don’t worry about him.” Namjoon waved his hand. “He can’t choose who we are friends with, and anyway, he’ll probably come around.”
He didn’t.
We spent the next year taking part in verbal fights and an unwritten rivalry. He’d make a snide remark at me, and I’d snap back in agitation. We’d both roll our eyes, he would insult me outright, and I’d pretend it didn’t affect me as I threw a sarcastic remark in his direction. I ate with their group almost every day, and sometimes we’d practice together; I loved the other guys, but Jungkook made me want to avoid them.
There were times when, in the heat of the moment, he seemed to forget that he hated me, and we would sing or laugh together. And other times I’d catch him looking at me with an expression I couldn’t identify, as if he was trying to figure me out. But then our eyes would meet and as quickly as he had opened he would close up and his face would become deadpan again. Our friends had long given up trying to make peace between us: neither of us were going to back down.
“Morning Jin, Joon, Tae, Jimin, Yoongi, Hobi.” I said on an early morning, setting my things down at the table and enjoying the roll of Jungkook’s eyes as I purposefully ignored him.
“Hey.” Said Taehyung. “I like your outfit.” My smile of thanks dropped when I heard a scoff from the other end of the table.
“Have something to say?” I asked him icily. The rest of the table groaned, used to us bickering and knowing it would start any minute.
“Oh, nothing, just that it’s funny watching him praise you out of pity.” He said casually, chewing on his food.
“Shut up.” Yoongi muttered, shooting Jungkook a glare.
“It wasn’t out of pity at all!” Taehyung exclaimed, eyes widening. Jungkook shrugged casually.
“Sorry Tae, I just can’t take anyone seriously when they compliment Y/N.” 
I rose from my seat, infuriated. Yoongi quickly stood up, abandoning his untouched breakfast with his hands in the air and an unamused expression.
“I’m leaving. I don’t want to be here for this. It’s too early.”
“Me too.” Said Jin, joining him with a sigh.
“Yeah, sorry guys.” The rest of them agreed, standing up and leaving the table. With a sympathetic pout from Hoseok as he walked away, we were left alone.
“Would you look at that.” Jungkook muttered, pushing his food around. “You drove away all our friends. What a surprise.”
“Actually, I think that was you.” I said angrily, looking down at him. He clenched his jaw and sneered up at me.
“Why would it be me, when you’re the one who forced them to be your friends in the first place?” He spat, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
“What did you just say?” He stood up, his looming figure threatening as he glared at me.
“I can’t believe you still don’t get this. When you came here, Jin showed you around, and you wormed your way into our friendship group, and now I can’t get rid of you.” He ran his hand through his hair exasperatedly, scowling at me with so much anger I could practically feel the heat of his gaze on my face. “You aren’t wanted here! The rest of them only hang out with you because they’re too nice to tell you they don’t want to be friends with you!”
There was a long silence as I took in his words. My stomach had dropped, and a thick lump was forming in my throat. I had always been insecure about whether I was wanted in this friendship group, and Jungkook had just voiced my silent fears. We normally threw petty insults at each other and left it at that, but this was different. His words were ringing in my head as we stood across from each other and held eye contact.
If I didn’t know better, I would say he looked guilty for what he had just said. His mouth was open in a way that looked like he wanted to say something, but didn’t know what. I shook myself out of my thoughts, looking down and blinking back tears. He waited for me to make a snappy comeback, but I didn’t have one. Not this time.
“Bye, Jungkook.” I said quietly, picking up my bag and watching his face drop as I walked away.
I spent the next week alone. I knew I couldn’t really trust what had Jungkook said; he made stuff up all the time just to mess with me, but there was a lingering doubt in my mind that what he said was true, and I couldn’t get rid of it. So, I stayed away from Jin and Taehyung and Jimin and anyone from that group.
I knew they were confused. I didn’t miss Jin’s hurt face when I would deliberately turn away from him if we were walking in the same direction, and I couldn’t ignore Yoongi when he slammed shut the door to the studio and asked me fiercely what was wrong. I only mumbled some excuse about having too much work and hurried away, guilt eating its way through my insides.
They don’t want you around, I had to keep reminding myself when I turned away from Hoseok’s smile in my direction, or brushed off Jin’s desperate hand on my arm. I pushed down tears watching them eat lunch together, my seat empty.
It had been a week since I had had a proper conversation with any of them. For a reason I couldn’t explain, the person whose company I was missing most was the very person who had made me stay away. My days felt empty without Jungkook’s constant eyes on me, and his snarky comments livening up boring practices. At the same time as never wanting to see him again, I also didn’t feel like I could last much longer without him.
I pushed my way into an empty practice room to eat, sitting on a table against the wall and shaking my head in an attempt to clear my confusing thoughts. I was halfway through my meal when the door was pushed open and I almost choked to death as Jungkook barged his way in and strode towards me. I coughed, putting down my food and standing up.
“What are you doing in here?” I asked quickly.
“Looking for you.” He said out of breath, looking quite flustered. “Look, will you just come and eat with us? Everyone’s miserable without you.” I scoffed, glaring.
“Well, whose fault is that?” He sighed, frowning. There was a silence as I waited for him to say something.
“Look, this is hard for me, but…” He struggled, looking anywhere but me. “I’m sorry, okay?” He looked up at me nervously. I laughed dryly, and his frown returned.
“What? I just apologised to you, and you’re laughing?” He asked angrily, and I raised my eyebrows at him.
“Oh, that was an apology? Yeah, good one Jungkook, why don’t you try again and I’ll see if I can hear it over your ego this time.” He threw his hands in the air.
“You are unbelievable.”
“I’m unbelievable?” I asked incredulously.
“You’re overreacting.” He growled.
“Seriously?”
“Stop being so dramatic!”
“Stop being such an ass!”
“You first!”
“What is wrong with you?”
“You’re what’s wrong with me!” He cried, tearing his hand through his hair with a pained expression. We both stopped. We were standing about an inch away from each other, breathing heavily. His eyes were wild and angry as they stared down at me.
The silence and the tension were unbearable, and just as I was about to say something else I was cut off because suddenly his lips were on mine. His hands were on my cheeks and mine were on his neck and we were desperate and angry as he pushed me back against the table and I pushed my fingers into his hair. The kiss was fierce and eager, but I was shocked by how much could feel in it.
When we separated, I was breathless. He leaned forward so his forehead was touching mine and I closed my eyes as his hands moved to my waist. We rested there for a moment, and my head was reeling as I caught my breath.
“It’s not true.” He started quietly, and I opened my eyes to see his staring into mine. “None of what I said is true.” He looked pained as he shook his head, struggling to find the words. “We want you with us. I.. want you with me.” I pulled my head away from him to better see his face.
“Then why…” I trailed off but he knew what I meant. He shook his head quickly, his eyes clenched shut in self-disgust.
“I don’t know… I don’t know, Y/N. There was something about you. I guess… I knew I liked you from the beginning, but I didn’t know how to… God, I’m such an idiot.” He looked down, removing his hands from me and drawing them away, but I caught them in my own and pulled his lips back onto mine. This time the kiss was sweet, gentle and unsure. His lips were soft and tentative, as if he was afraid he would hurt me.
“I’m so, so sorry Y/N.” He whispered. I had never seen this side of him, but something in my chest was pulled, and I knew he was telling the truth.
“It’s okay.” I told him as I pulled away and he put his hands on my cheeks. He shook his head again.
“I don’t deserve you. But… I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” He looked me in the eye with a sincerity I had never seen from him. “I want to be with you.”
My heart was hammering in my chest, my cheeks flushed. I knew I couldn’t forget his behaviour just because he said sorry, but I couldn’t seem to find the hatred I had always had for him.
“You’re going to make up an entire year of insults? Yeah, good luck.” I weakly joked, and he gave me a watery grin.
“Well to be fair, you were pretty mean too. In fact, some of what you said really hurt my feelings.”
“Did it?” I laughed. “Well then I guess we both have some making up to do.”
As I pulled him in again, feeling his skin against my own, I didn’t know what would happen in the future. I knew we couldn’t just suddenly go from hating each other to whatever this was; I couldn’t ignore what had happened. I didn’t even know what I felt for Jungkook. All I knew was how good his lips felt against mine. I had felt something. And I wasn’t going to let it go.
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Things between you and Jungkook turn in a direction you didn't see coming.
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You got up the next morning, riled up with energy, and maybe a little bit later than you should’ve. You went with black jeans today, thinking that maybe pants would make you feel more in control, when you looked in the mirror, you felt it. It was colder today so you had to go for thicker options; your jeans were paired with a black turtleneck and boots, and you grabbed your coat and gloves on the way out the door. You ran outside, looking at your watch and realized that you only had five minutes to get to the agency when it usually took you ten. You sped there arriving fifteen minutes late and fearing for your life. As you careened into your parking spot you saw Dae get out of the car and look around for you. You grabbed your purse and ran out calling his name. 
“Dae! I’m here! I’m sorry!”
“Oh, good I was starting to get worried.”
You flopped into the backseat your things splayed out across the back, panting a little. You took a deep breath, and then looked up at Dae and smiled, he was looking at you with concern and laughter in his eyes. He chuckled when your eyes met and you snorted, trying to hold it in.
“So, Dae are you going to pick me up every day?”
“That’s the plan Miss. y/n.”
“You know I could drive myself since I drive here anyway.” You shrugged your shoulders at this. And Dae looked up and met your eyes.
“It’s ok Miss, the label likes it this way and so do I. And this way, when we get there late I’ll say it was because of me.”
“Oh no Dae please don’t do that, it was completely my fault.”
“You were late how do you know I wasn’t late?” He looked at you through the rearview mirror, and made a funny face, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at him. 
“Ok, ok, but I owe you one! Breakfast on me next time!”
“There’s no need Miss y/n.” He gave you a warm smile the lines on his face becoming more prominent as the warmth touched his eyes, and you smiled back. Whoever Dae’s children were, they were the luckiest kids alive.
Dae pulled into the parking garage at BigHit in less than five minutes and you marveled at what this man did to make the traffic go away, but now you were twenty minutes late, so you hurriedly grabbed your stuff and basically fell out the door, when Dae opened it for you. You both speed walked inside and the girl at the front desk told you that Manager Sejin was waiting in dance studio #4 which was on the lower level instead of the fifth floor that you were on yesterday. Since the building was on an incline, the floor that you and Dae had walked into from the parking garage was technically the second which meant when you walked downstairs expecting a dark basement you were surprised when it didn’t look too far different from the floor above, all white walls and windows set high in them. The staircase led down into a large lounge area with a small kitchenette on the side of the room, where healthy snacks and bad ones were stacked in copious amounts, and your stomach grumbled in response. Dae led you down the exiting hallway where only two doors were set into the wall each opposite from each other, the hall ended in a “T” the ends branching off. The doors were labeled, one in Korean as the supply closet, and the other a clear glass door into a ginormous dance room where you could see the boys deep in practice. As soon as the door opened the booming music took you off guard from the complete silence outside. Dae led you in, motioning you to stay back a little as he walked up to Manager Sejin who was clutching a clipboard, his phone in his hand as he dictated notes to his assistant. As soon as Dae walked up, Sejin’s face turned from serious business man to warm and welcoming. Sejin put his hand on Dae’s shoulder and smiling ducked his head down as Dae leaned in talking quietly to Sejin who nodded his head repeatedly while Dae spoke. After Dae finished talking they looked back up at each other and Sejin flicked his hand up as if he was saying, “no problem.” Dae nodded at you and you walked up to Manager Sejin trying to apologize for your lateness over the music. 
Sejin leaned in closer as he talked to you, “Oh don’t worry, Dae just explained the whole situation to me, it’s not your fault. The interview actually got pushed to two o’clock so we have much more time than we thought go ahead and get yourself something to eat if you’re hungry and you can watch the boys practice. I can give you some cards with some questions to expect and you can go over answers with them individually.” He took a stack on index cards off his clipboard and handed them to you.
You nodded your head and slipped them into your bag, grateful that he was being so nice, when his assistant came up and interrupted you, as you had just opened your mouth.
“Mr. Sejin, the phone call that got cancelled this morning has just come in now, he’s on line two in your office, I figured you’d want to take the call in a more private and quieter area.”
Manager Sejin excused himself and rushed from the room as he talked with his assistant. You looked up and finally acknowledged the boys, who were taking cues from Hoseok as an employee paused the music. Hoseok began demonstrating, making sound effects with each effortless popping movement of his body. 
“Jin, hyung, it’s like this. Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah.” 
Jin watched in concentration his eyebrows furrowing as he made the same noises along with Hoseok. Hoseok nodded to Jin as he finished cueing him to try it himself, the man sitting by the audio system rewound the song and played it again as Jin did the combination again, this time damn near as good as Hoseok. They all got excited clapping Jin on the back yelling, “good job hyung,” as Jin laughed pushing them off. Jungkook looked up and noticed you, smiling with mischief in his eyes, you looked away from him towards the rest of the members and nodded at them, mouthing you’d be back in five, as you exited the room with Dae. Once outside the room Dae said goodbye and you were left by yourself, steeling your nerves as you walked towards the food table, jumping at the chance to eat, thinking maybe the food in your belly would chase out the butterflies. You grabbed a bottle of orange juice and muffin and began greedily pulling back the wrapper, biting into it and groaning with happiness. 
“Enjoying yourself?” You turned around meeting the eyes of none other than Jeon Jungkook. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as he looked you, smirking and dabbing the sweat on his forehead with a white towel. He was once again wearing all black except this time he was wearing a baseball cap. You wanted to say he looked hideous but his tight-fitting joggers were doing wonders for the thick thigh muscles in his legs, and his shirt was sticking to his sweaty chest in all the right places. You swallowed and looked at him with as much disinterest in your body that you could muster.
“Yes, I am, thank you very much.” You walked away and sat down at the table pulling out your laptop from your bag, opening it and pulling up your email to see if you had anymore job requests. Jungkook just smirked and grabbed a water bottle and followed you to your table. He sat down across from you, and took a sip from his water bottle.
“You were much nicer yesterday.”
“Hm. I’ll need to work on that then, don’t want to give you the wrong impression of what to expect.” You didn’t move your eyes from laptop, your fingers typing a response to Mr. Lee
He laughed, tipping his head back then he leaned forward pushing your laptop closed on top of your fingers.
“Hey, I was typing an important email.” You huffed.
“Well now your done typing the important email,” He smirked pushing down on the laptop harder so you’d have to move your fingers out.
“Is there something you need?” You looked at him trying your hardest to keep the sass from your voice.
“Yeah, your affection.” His mouth twitched up at the corner.
“Oh, do you now? You think you’re so slick, don’t you?”
“Oh, I know I am,” he leaned back in his chair aiming to prop his feet up on the other one at the table, when you pushed the chair out from under his feet, his shoes hitting the ground, as his momentum made him lose his balance, almost falling out of his seat. You smirked at him as you stood from your chair shoving your laptop back into your bag. You gathered your trash and threw it away, leaving to find the bathroom not once looking back at Jungkook who looked at you astonished. You went back down the hallway thinking one of the branches had to lead to a bathroom. You passed the practice room where you saw all the boys sitting on the floor resting, with towels on their faces and water bottles in their hands. You decided to turn right at the end of the hallway passing more doors that looked like supply closets and two frosted glass doors which had names printed on them, the lights out in both. There was women’s sign attached to the wall and you walked eagerly towards it, about to savor your couple moments of solitude. You stood in front of the mirror staring yourself in the eyes, looking for an explanation. You slapped yourself in the face and started talking to yourself, “Pull your shit together, y/n!! This is a job. Jungkook is a paying customer. He is not your boyfriend. He is not your friend. Stop mixing the lines together. You mean nothing to him. He means nothing to you. And this is just a job. And you are goddam professional!”
You sighed, your head falling, looking down to the sink, your shoulders sagging. You breathed heavily trying to restore calm to your body. You looked back into the mirror and ran your hands under the cold water and pushed your wet palms into your eyes, sighing you dried off your eyes and reapplied your mascara and left the bathroom realizing you had no control at all.
You walked down the hallway and back into the practice room where the guys were still scattered across the room. You sat down on the floor next to Namjoon and pulled the index cards out of your bag.
“Okay, who do you think needs the most help?” You spoke in English, waving the cards you had in your hand. 
Namjoon laughed, “Tae for sure.” You got up leaving your bag next to Namjoon and moved over to Taehyung who was laying spread eagle on the ground the towel over his face.
“Sleeping beauty, time for and English lesson.” You said in a sing-song voice, the other members laughed as Taehyung sat up, the towel falling off his face.
“Ok teacher, I’m ready to go,” He winked at you and you smiled looking back down to your cards. 
The boys had moved closer once they realized you were teaching Tae English phrases, and you were all laughing loudly at Tae’s terrible English as Jungkook walked back into the room.
“Jungkookie, come over here!” Jimin shouted out to Jungkook who looked at you, smirking, and you breathed in heavily remembering your words from the bathroom before.
You all settled into a circle and you went around playing a game you usually did with little kids to test their vocabulary. Each person had to say a word in English then point to a person in the circle and they would have to say one back then point at another, it was kind of like hot potato, and whoever messed up the chain had to do a workbook page, but with BTS they all wanted to have punishments for each other. After a couple minutes, you were all laughing too hard to play the game properly. Manager Sejin walked in and clapped to get everyone’s attention and told the boys they needed to start getting ready for the interview. They all got up, Tae extending out his hand to help you up. They thanked you and left the room to head towards the changing rooms. Manager Sejin came up to you and told you could take a break if you wanted as getting the boys ready took a while, you nodded and thanked him and he left the room behind the boys. You looked down at your watch, which told you it was ten o’clock, you yawned and decided to find a quiet place to take a nap. This was your best option as your car was back at the agency and you didn’t want to track Dae down for a ride. 
You walked out the dance studio, and began searching around for a place to lay down. You got in the elevator that was across from the kitchen area and figured out that the building actually had ten floors. You pressed the tenth and came up to a hallway that had glass windows all around. It gave you a beautiful view of the city, you walked down the hallway there were only a few doors set into the wall, one was Manager Sejin’s, the other was a supply closet, and the last looked like a small office for his assistant. The hall ended and you walked into a large open lounge area that had several comfy, modern looking couches that surrounded a sleek coffee table. You plopped down onto the largest couch and relaxed, before you knew it you were dozing off, the light from the windows pleasantly warming your face.
"Sleeping beauty, it's time for the interview," You woke up to the sound of a low voice and opened your eyes to see Taehyung standing entirely too close to your face. You jerked upright, not remembering when you fell asleep. Tae was laughing at you as you checked your watch and tried to finger-comb your hair back into place. 
"Am I late, have you guys started yet?"
Tae laughed at you, "Calm down they just got here they're setting up right now."
You loosed a breath you didn't know you were holding and sagged back on the couch you were laying on. 
"Sleeping beauty missing out on her sleep?"
You scoffed at his continuation of the phrase, "Yeah I guess you could say that." You got up hoping he would follow, and he did, much to your surprise.
“So, who exactly is setting up?"
"Uhm... I think it's a news source called entertainment tonight. Have you heard of it?"
"Uhm yeah, I've heard of it! Wow, that's a big deal. Why the interview?"
"Searching for answers, are we?" You looked down trying not to look guilty.
Tae just laughed at you, "You'll have to wait just like ARMY, though I'm sure by now you are one."
"Ha ha," you laughed sarcastically, "Don't flatter yourself."
Tae just smirked and said, "Oh we get to everyone eventually."
You walked into the elevator going down to the sixth floor into yet, another conference room, except this one didn't have a large meeting table like the others, it was bare, except for a couch and three bar stools behind it, which were in front of a back drop that had ET logo printed across it. The camera crew were busy setting up all the sound equipment, and there was a girl reporter with extremely long and dark black hair perched on a stool behind the camera. She was intensely studying a sheet of paper, when she looked up and saw Taehyung and you standing there. She gasped and hurried over, tottering on her stilettos, Taehyung’s eyes grew big and he looked at her like a piece of meat. Your rolled your eyes, but at least happy his attention had shifted from you. She looked like a typical Cali girl, she was wearing a Kim K inspired outfit and her makeup was flawless, her face contoured and highlighted to perfection. Tae extended out his hand to her and she smiled, giggling, placing her hand in his, she introduced herself as Hannah. And you fought the impulse to not roll your eyes again. You basically grimaced in her direction as you fought your inner thoughts. She was really sweet though and ran through the questions she was going to ask with you, and you translated them to Korean for Tae and he nodded still flirting with his eyes to Hannah, who was blushing hard. And you understood why, Tae was out of his practice clothes and he was wearing a beautiful Gucci outfit, plaid tailored pants, a white button down, with a black tie that had a little snake printed on it, and black loafers with the Gucci emblem on them, the look was finished off with a silver dangly earring hanging in his left earlobe. As you were translating a conversation for Hannah and Tae, the rest of the boys walked into the room with Manager Sejin. They all took their spots on the couch and stools, Tae reluctantly joining them. You could see from the corner of your eye that Jungkook was staring at you, but you kept your eyes averted never looking at him directly. 
The interview went great, Hannah was fantastic and made the boys feel very comfortable, they laughed easily and you only had to translate a little behind the scenes, as the boys were doing really well on their own, with help from Namjoon who was glowing, proud of all his members who were trying their very best to speak English. When the interview wrapped an hour and a half later, everyone began clapping and Hannah stood from her chair smiling and satisfied. Namjoon once again walked over to you and thanked you for helping.
“Seriously, I didn’t even do that much you guys were great on your own. I don’t even think you guys need me anymore.”
Namjoon chuckled and Jungkook came up swinging his arm around Namjoon’s shoulder, “I wouldn’t say that, we definitely need you.” He smiled at you, and you fought the urge to blush.
Jin walked up joining your little group, “Hey y/n you should definitely join us for the company party tonight!” Namjoon and Jungkook nodded enthusiastically, and Tae yelled across the room, confirming, he too agreed. 
“I don’t know…” You said shrugging off at the end, when Manager Sejin walked up and clasped your shoulder, “I insist y/n, we should also meet tomorrow morning, all good news I promise.”
You sighed, “Well ok, I guess.” You smiled sheepishly after. Sejin smiled at you, when his phone rang and he swept from the room again. Tae came up to you and asked you if you could invite Hannah to the party as well, because he didn’t want to mess up his words, you laughed and agreed and you both walked over to her. After you spoke, she nodded enthusiastically and Tae looked a little too mischievous. 
Dae walked into the room and came up to you carrying your purse, that he must have picked up from the bench on the side of the room. 
“Are you ready to go Miss y/n?” 
“Oh yeah sure Dae, one minute I need to go to the bathroom.” Dae smiled and dipped his head and told you he would wait outside. 
You walked outside looking for the bathroom on this floor, when Jungkook swept up behind you and slipped his hand into yours. You looked up to him astonished and instinct had you trying to jerk your hand away, but Jungkook only held on tighter. Your cheeks were turning red and you couldn’t even attempt to control it this time.
“Hey, save me a dance tonight, will you?” He smiled and brought your hand up to his face brushing his lips across your knuckles. 
You steeled your nerves and whispered, “Maybe, if you’re lucky.” And pulled your hand out of his grasp, walking straight for the exit rather than finding the bathroom anymore.
***
Dae pulled up outside your agency and you thanked him once again for the morning and slipped from the car, but instead of going inside to continue your work day you got into your car deciding you would finish early this Friday. You turned the key in the ignition and left the parking lot getting home in thirty minutes because of the late afternoon traffic. You wearily walked inside after parking in your apartment building’s garage and collapsed on the floor being way more dramatic than necessary. You threw your clothes on the bed and decided tonight was going to be a bath night. You gathered some candles and your iPad, as the tub filled up with hot water and bubbles. You lit the candles all around the bathtub and slipped into the tub setting up your iPad on the side next to your candles. You sighed in relaxation and laid back against the edge making sure you let your hair hang on the outside of the tub. You played blissful music on your iPad and tried to think about what you were going to wear tonight, and how you were going to avoid the dance with Jungkook.
You were becoming less and less hostile with him, but you still didn’t trust him because you knew he probably treated all his girls the same way, but you couldn’t help but be intrigued by him. It didn’t matter though, you were an employee and it didn’t matter if he liked you or you liked him, you simply couldn’t go there. You breathed in and whispered over and over again that this was just a job. After twenty times, you almost believed yourself.
You got out of the tub once you felt like a prune and decided now was as good a time as ever to get ready. The party started at ten o’clock and it was already eight, and you still had no idea what clothes qualified for a company party. You began furiously searching through your closet, you had a lot of dresses since you had a habit of buying clothes anytime you got a paycheck, but they all suddenly felt underwhelming. You obviously didn’t need a ball gown, but you wanted to look nice, this was a company party after all. There would be so many important people there and if you needed to look presentable, if you networked a lot tonight, your clientele could shift to a lot higher of a paygrade. You weren’t greedy but you had always dreamed about going back to school and getting your masters. You began rifling through your closet again and found the black tight-fitting dress you bought online last week, it seemed a little too simple at first and you considered putting it back and trying to find something else, but if you dressed it up right, it could be much better. 
You put on a thong to avoid panty lines and slipped on the dress, you looked in the mirror and felt immediately beautiful. It was a dress that made you feel good about yourself you got excited and pattered around your room putting your outfit together. You pulled your hair up into a sleek ponytail, your hair brushing the back of your shoulder blades. You slipped on your simple two strap black heels, and found your fake diamond drop earrings. You took off your makeup from the day and applied something a little more dramatic, doing the best you could as your skills weren’t the best. You paused in front of the mirror when you were done and admired your work, you nodded approvingly and grabbed your favorite pink coat to slip over your bare arms. The clock now read 10:30, and you jumped a little grabbing your clutch and doing your “I’m-in-heels-and-trying-my-best-to-run-attempt”. 
Once you were outside, to your surprise Dae was there in tux rather than a suit leaning against the car holding his hat and spinning it around in his hands. 
“Dae?” You said in surprise, putting your now useless keys into your clutch. “What are you doing here?”
“Manager Sejin sent me. He thought one of the most important members of the team should have a proper escort.” Dae opened the door and offered his hand to you, you smiled and took it settling into the back seat, pondering what he meant by member of the team. But you decided not to ask. 
“I do have to say you look very beautiful, y/n.” You smiled and looked up into the rearview mirror and met Dae’s eyes and smiled. 
You arrived at an elegant club twenty minutes later, you stepped out of the car with assistance from Dae, and looked at the fancy entrance. Dae dipped his head and told you to enjoy yourself as he got back into the car and left. Paparazzi took pictures of you enthusiastically at first, then slowed down as they realized you were no one special. You blinked rapidly trying to gain back your sight as you walked down the red carpet to the entrance. It all felt so Hollywood, the carpet was lined with velvet rope, and the entrance was framed with neon blue lights and an obscenely large man stood at the entrance holding a clipboard in his hand. You walked up to him clearing your throat meekly and said your name when prompted. He checked off your name on his clipboard and dipped his head as he unclipped the velvet rope allowing you in.
The club was huge, and the party was already in full swing as you were fifty minutes late. A bar took up the left wall, the wall to the ceiling was filled with alcohol on glowing shelves, the barstools filled with people, talking animatedly. The middle of the room was filled with a large glass dance floor and a dj booth elevated next to it, lasers going off behind the dancing dj. On the side of the dance floor a little farther back was the obvious V.I.P section, it was elevated with stairs going up to it, another large man standing next to it, guarding the velvet rope entrance. The members were all sitting around drinking and laughing with manager Sejin and another man you hadn’t seen before. Sejin looked up and saw you and waved you over. You breathed heavily and began walking towards the second large man, he held out his hand to stop you but Sejin walked over and insisted that you were V.I.P, your cheeks heated and the man apologized and let you through. Sejin politely guided you by your elbow towards their table, he pulled out a chair for you and all the men stood at your approach, Jungkook ogled you and you looked anywhere else trying to be calm, but they were all doing the same thing. You blushed even harder, sure your entire face was a tomato, you turned towards the one man you didn’t know. He extended out his hand to you and introduced himself as Bang Si Hyuk, you tried not to gasp. You couldn’t believe your idiot self didn’t recognize him, you felt like you should bow or something, but settled instead for shaking his hand and smiling. You sat down and they all followed suit.
“So you’re the translator I’ve heard all the good things about,” You blushed even more and tried to cool yourself, you didn’t even know it was possible to get this red. 
“Well thank you, I didn’t know I was getting praised.”
“Well of course you are!” Sejin said, “The boys think your fantastic, and so do I.”
“Wow, that’s high praise, I will work very hard to be worthy of it.”
“I like her already,” Bang Si Hyuk said. You laughed and bowed your head. The boys laughing along too.
Manger Sejin and Bang Pd stood, the second announcing, “Excuse us, it is time for me to make the announcement.” The boys all stood and bowed to him then sat down smiling more than you had seen them before. You tried not to look confused, but sat there expectantly as Sejin and Bang Pd made their way to the middle of the cleared dance floor, with microphones in their hands. The dj lowered the music to background noise, and Bang Pd cleared his throat.
“Since the release of Love Yourself: Her we have seen major success as a company and as a unit,” He paused as applause filled the room, every eye at the bar, the V.I.P section, and the people from the tables on the other side of the dance floor focused on him. “After winning the Billboard award, BTS’ success across the ocean has only increased.” More applause filled the room, “And America is now very interested in our boys. And these kids who have grown so much under my eyes, have now turned into men poised to break k-pop out of Korea to everywhere across the world. And I am proud to announce that the American Music Awards Association has invited them to perform at the 45th annual music awards!”
The applause turned riotous and you sat shocked as the boys all got up around you hugging and clapping each other on the back, happiness etched into every line of their faces. It was infectious and you couldn’t help but feel as happy as them as Jungkook came over to you, hugging you tightly. You smiled and tried not to think about how easily his body fit into yours, before he broke away and you hugged the rest of the members. 
“This night was called together not only to celebrate BTS but to celebrate BigHIt and how far we have come and how much we’ve succeeded!” Everybody was still cheering as Bang Pd was speaking forcing him to shout into the microphone. Sejin spoke at last, “Celebrate everyone tonight, for all your hard work, and enjoy yourself!” The cheering rose up again but died down as the music raised in volume people now on the dance floor, happy and excited with drinks in their hands. Manager Sejin and Bang Pd both walked towards the bar and began talking with other senior members leaving you really alone with the boys. 
“I’m so happy everyone knows now, I couldn’t hold it in any longer!” Jimin yelled out over the music, the boys all laughed Tae slinging his arm over Jimin’s shoulder. 
“Oh I think that’s Hannah over there! Excuse me guys,” Tae stood up abruptly, the boys laughing even harder, Hoseok even slapping him on the butt. 
“Hey you need help?” You asked in English to Tae, the boys were practically on the floor now as Tae waved you off, his face turning red.
Then, Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi, got up to go to the bar, leaning into each other’s ears trying to talk over the music. Hoseok got up next pulling a laughing Jimin with him to the dance floor, he protested but eventually went with, his hand in Hoseok’s. 
Before you knew it, you were alone with Jungkook and hating yourself for turning down Namjoon’s request for you to join them at the bar. 
“How about that dance?” Jungkook looked at you, smirking seductively, and you were left without an excuse. So, as Jungkook walked over to you extending out his hand you had nothing else to do but put your hand in his. You got up and took off your jacket leaving it on your chair, as Jungkook grabbed your hand and led you out to the dance floor. You passed Hoseok and Jimin who looked like they were dance battling each other, each one doing crazier moves than the other, skill turning into them goofing around. An upbeat song was playing and you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You loved dancing and weren’t too bad at it, but having Jungkook here made you instantly insecure. He started dancing around you, fluid and smooth, as if he knew every beat of the song in his bones. Your cheeks heated and you didn’t know what to do, until Jungkook grabbed your hand again and twirled you out and into his arms, dipping you back, he made a funny face as you tipped back and you laughed, the tension slightly leaving your body. 
He pulled you up, into his embrace, and whispered in your ear, “Hey, just relax. I won’t bite unless you ask me too.” You leaned back and looked into his smirking face and decided to stop caring, you laughed and nodded and let Jungkook spin you around to the beat. The song changed to a slower r&b one, and Jungkook began to move around you more sensually and you let yourself fall into his rhythm, moving your hips into his, your body mimicking his fluid movements. His hands were on your hips and you grinded them slightly into his crotch, before spinning out of his embrace and giving him a flirty wink as you danced in front of him, he laughed and looked at you with lust in his eyes. You kept dancing until each of you were breaking out in a light sweat, to which you announced that you needed a drink, Jungkook nodding to your statement. He grabbed your hand and led you off the dance floor towards to bar. You plopped down on an empty seat, smoothing your hair as you waited for the bartender. Jungkook stood behind you and leaned into your ear and said, “Hey, I’m going to go put my jacket at our table. Get me whatever your having, “You nodded and watched his backside as he walked away. He was slipping his arms out of his suit jacket, and his butt and thighs looked fantastic in his tight-fitting suit pants. You snapped back to reality as the bartender was trying to get your attention.
“Oh, I’m sorry, can I get two,” you paused, you always got wine but were unsure if Jungkook was a wine guy, but decided he would probably enjoy it, “Can I get two glasses of whatever cabernet you guys have.” The bartender dipped his head and produced two glasses in front of you, grabbing a wine bottle from under the counter, popping out the cork and pouring the chilled wine into the glasses, you thanked him and took a sip, looking over just as Jungkook was walking back.
“Wow, you already started without me, jeez.” 
“Oh, shush! Just drink.” You pushed the wine glass towards him, and he smiled and took a large sip.
“So you’re being nice to me, should I expect this from now on?”
“Accept for now, but don’t get used to it!” You laughed and Jungkook rolled his eyes while smiling. Jungkook looked behind your shoulder and you turned to see Manager Sejin walking up with an older man you didn’t recognize. 
“Y/n, I want you to meet Seo Jin-young, he is on the board of directors for JYP Entertainment.”
“Oh wow, hi Mr. Seo it’s an honor to meet you.” You immediately put your wine back on the bar and dipped your head.
“I just wanted to introduce myself, Mr. Sejin has been speaking very highly of you, and I was wondering if you would be interested in other big events for JYP, like label meetings, and contract signings, some would involve travel of course.”
You were astonished you had no idea this job would open so many doors for you. “I would be honored, sir. Thank you so much for even considering me.”
Sejin smiled warmly at you, “You’ve proven yourself to be a wonderful addition to this team, be proud of yourself.”
Mr. Seo nodded to Mr. Sejin’s words. “We will leave you young people to enjoy your night.” You and Jungkook bowed your heads as they left talking like old friends.
“Looks like someone’s getting a raise. Let’s celebrate!” “I thought we already were?” You laughed at Jungkook.
“Well now we can celebrate you too!”
Jungkook downed the rest of his wine, prompting you to follow and asked the bartender for a bottle of Soju. 
“Oh no, no, no. Jungkook I’m not getting drunk tonight.”
“Relax, we’ll only have a little.”
You huffed realizing you would lose this argument no matter what. The bartender produced a bottle of Soju and Jungkook opened to bottle and poured you a shot.
“To us, and our upcoming success!” You said, Jungkook smiled and clinked his glass against yours.
***
A little while later you were laughing harder than earlier and another bottle of Soju was next to the first, almost empty. 
“Hey, let’s go dance some more I love this song!”
Jungkook pulled you to your feet and you fell a forward into him laughing and regaining your balance quickly. Once you were on the dancefloor, Jungkook moved around you just as fluid as before and you moved your body the same, rolling your hips around, your head tipped back. The song changed to an electric beat, and everyone around you guys started jumping, Jungkook and you joining in, and from the corner of your eye you swore you thought you saw Tae slipping out the back door, with a giggling Hannah on his arm. You rolled your eyes, and kept on dancing with Jungkook, who made every move look so purposeful. The songs kept changing, but you and Jungkook didn’t stop, laughing and dancing for ten more songs. The dancing mixed with the alcohol, was making you feel ten times more drunk than you actually were though, and you tapped Jungkook’s shoulder telling him you needed air. He nodded and agreed and followed you off the dance floor to one of the hallways branching off the main space. It was dimly lit and you figured there had to be a bathroom or an outdoor patio at the end of it somewhere. 
Just as you turned to the corner at the end of the hall, Jungkook pushed you against the wall, his body fitting into yours a little too perfectly. You gave a half-hearted attempt to push him off then gave up, as his lips crashed into yours. Your mind was racing with all the reasons you shouldn’t but your desire got the best of you, and you lost yourself in the kiss. Jungkook’s lips were soft yet demanding and his whole body was hungry for you. You ran your hands through his thick hair, moaning a little against his lips. Jungkook grunted in response, lifting your legs up and wrapping them around his waist, you locked your ankles trying to bring his body even closer. You opened your mouth to him and he explored it with his tongue, nipping on your bottom lip, eliciting another moan from your mouth, as he trailed kisses down your neck, sucking on your neck and biting hard into your shoulder. He was turning you on so much, and all you wanted to do was rip his clothes off. You unhooked your ankles and Jungkook set you down on the ground. You looked around and opened the nearest door to you, a single bathroom which was lit much like the club, you pulled Jungkook in, his eyes devouring you. He closed the door behind you guys, clicking the lock into place. 
He walked towards you and whispered into your ear, “What do you want me to do to you?”
You smirked, “Bite me.”
Jungkook grabbed you and sat you on the sink, kissing you even more hungrily than before, you bucked your hips into his needing some friction, against your arousal. You could feel his erection straining against his suit pants, and you moaned at the contact. Jungkook moved from your lips and slipped the straps of your dress down your shoulder freeing your bra from underneath. Jungkook pushed your strapless bra down, cupping your breasts and massaging them as he tugged on your earlobe with his teeth. You leaned your head back against the mirror, as Jungkook began swirling his tongue around your nipple, and you felt all the way down to you folds, sure your underwear was wet with how excited he was making you. You sighed in pleasure, and Jungkook groaned as his name fell off your lips.
***
The sun was shining on your face as you woke, and you stretched your arms out sighing contently. You rolled from your back onto your side and saw a shirtless Jungkook sleeping soundly next to you, the sheet just covering his hips. You turned slowly onto your back and looked at the ceiling. You racked your brain and ran your fingers through your hair aggressively. 
What the fuck did you do last night?
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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years
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Jungkook X Reader ~ Pink Or Blue [Request]
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A/n: I mention that Jungkook is 27 in this because it’s for the sake of the plot. Love you. Hope this okay to the lovely anon that requested it, it felt nice to write something that wasn’t just ansgt all the time, lmao.
>>> Word Count: 2,164
>>> Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
>>> Genre: ALL FLUFF!! Like I can’t believe I wrote something without angst guys!
ANYONE GOT ANY TIPS ON COMING UP WITH TITLES. I SUCK!!!
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Namjoon was the one who came up with the idea and you went along with it, figuring it would be a cute way to reveal the gender to you and everyone else.
"Hear me out, we don't tell Jungkook the plan..." Taehyung said as you all sat around a big board meeting table, you smirked at Taehyung and then glanced at Namjoon for his thoughts and he nodded.
"Sounds good. I'll make sure we clear it all with the producers." Namjoon said looking at you with a smile, you couldn't but giggle and rub the small bump. You'd fallen pregnant after being married to Jungkook for four months and you were three months pregnant now.
"It'll be a good run episode and I'm sure the fans will love it." You said to Hoseok who was coming over to run his hand over your bump. They were all looking forward to you having the baby just as much as you and Jungkook, Namjoon smiled at you and left the room to go find the producers.
"You sure it'll work?" Yoongi questioned from across the table, you shrugged your shoulders taking the envelope off the table, away from Jimin's prying hands and put it into your handbag. Jimin was excited to learn about the gender and was determined to find out before everyone else but you made sure that you kept an extra close eye on him.
"You're mean." You poked your tongue out at him and got up from the chair, you were late to meet Jungkook upstairs and he was going to start wondering where everyone was and you didn't want to spoil the surprise.
(X) 
The day had come to film the episode and you were excited. You'd been left at home and Namjoon was planning most of it, with you calling every three seconds to make sure he remembered everything, no one blamed you though that boy would forget his head if it wasn't screwed on tight enough. But Hoseok reassured you that he would make sure everything was perfect for you, they didn't want you to stress out. That morning Hoseok had called you to reassure you everything was in place, and you had nothing to worry about except if Jungkook caught on, that was the only thing left to stress about but he was clueless so far.
"It's so fun that you get to come along today, like my own cheerleader." Jungkook chuckled as you sat in the car together on the way to the stadium that BigHit had rented out. They were filming a sports day like episode and that's how you were going to get away with the plan.
"I'll cheer you on all day baby." You giggled turning to look at him with a smile on your face. You'd never been great at lying to him so you were glad that the day had finally come and you would get to reveal what you'd been up to for the last two weeks with Namjoon.
"Only me though, none of the other boys." He said through a pout causing you to laugh, you'd always loved how childish he was when it came to competitions.
"Only you baby." You promised, kissing his nose and staring out of the window again, Jungkook going onto his phone to text the boys that you were almost there.
(X)
"Dul Set, Bangtan! Annyeonghaseyo Bangtan Sonyeondan Imnida." They all said at the cameras and you smiled from behind one of the cameramen, one of the producers coming over to you and handing you a bottle of water in silence. Over the years of dating Jungkook, you'd gotten to know everyone really well, and you got along with them as well so when they found out you a pregnant it was like a family member had told them they were expecting. Everyone was thrilled and couldn't wait, especially now you were surprising Jungkook.
"Today we're doing a sports day event, we have three games set up for us," Namjoon said into the camera, turning to Yoongi who was speaking next,
"First up with have a nerf war against one another." He turned to Hoseok who spoke next,
"Then we have a game of football." Taehyung was next and he smiled at the cameras,
"Lunchbreak."
"Then we move onto the last game, which will be a game of paintball," Jimin said to the camera, all of them turning to the main camera and explaining the rules of the first game. Laughing as each of them walked off to get their nerf guns and ammo and going to hiding spots around the arena, Namjoon passed you and patted you on the shoulder.
"Not long, I promise." He knew how on edge you were to find out the gender and Jimin had even dyed his hair pink for the occasion, convince you were going to have a baby girl. Taehyung had even text you that he was wearing blue underwear in support of having a nephew on the way, but Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi told you they didn't pick yet.
(X)
"You having fun?" You giggled as Jungkook jumped over to you, he nodded and helped you down from the chair. You were all on lunch break and Jungkook told you he was going to sit with you while you all ate,
"Tons, I feel so young again." You stared at him with a blank expression,
"Jungkook...You're 27! You are young." You grunted to him as you sat down on the floor in front of the table, Namjoon sliding you a drink of water and Yoongi handing you a plate of food. You stared between the boys and then at Jungkook who was blushing, all of them had been so caring towards you since you told them about the pregnancy. Treating you as though you were a family member, which they did before but it felt more real now.
"I'm pregnant, not stupid." You said reaching across the table for some spicey noodles and adding them onto your plate, each of them watching you as you scooped them into your mouth.
"Won't that hurt the baby?" Hoseok asked in a concerned tone turning to look at Jungkook who'd been reading from baby books as if there was a test coming up.
"Spicey foods are fine," You said with a mouthful of noodles making them laugh, but you were hungry. You'd skipped breakfast because you were nervous about the day, but now it was going on you didn't mind.
"Just drink this," Jungkook said sliding you a glass of milk and smiling at you, you sent him a smile back and everyone continued eating.
(X)
It was time for the last game which meant it was time for the gender reveal and by now everyone was on edge waiting to see what would happen. Yoongi had fixed the game to make sure Jungkook would go last, playing the game where they had to guess what was in the box, each member knowing what it was except for Jungkook of course.
"This game is simple, each member has to pop balloons above the other players," Jungkook explained into the camera and looking around at the other boys.
"But each member has three balloons and each has a colour hidden inside," Namjoon explained turning to look at you with a knowing smirk, all of the balloons were black, each filled with a small amount of paint,
"Purple is 100 points, Blue is 50 points and pink is 10," Yoongi said to the camera, looking over at the balloons that they were going to have to carry around with them.
"Since Jungkook lost he has to go last, but first up is Hoseok," Jimin said turning to the cameras and smirking. Hoseok came to stand next to you and took the gun you were holding for him. Each of the guns were loaded with nerf bullets that would hit the balloons and pop them on contact, spilling paint onto each member. You watched as the rest of the boys started running around the arena trying to hide away from Hoseok who was chasing after them like a madman, sending you into a fit of giggles just thinking back to the Christmas episode where Hoseok betrayed them all.
(x) 
Not that the points mattered by Yoongi was winning by 300 points and he was pretty excited about it, jumping around and laughing whenever the boys missed a shot. Jungkook came to stand next to you and smiled,
"I'll win for us Jagi." He promised, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and to get ready to shot the balloons above the boys. Everything was in place and you smiled at Namjoon who was giving you a thumbs up when Jungkook wasn't looking.
"Jungkook I thought you were good at everything." Taehyung teased as the maknae missed him for the sixth time in a row, he was doing really poorly for someone who played a lot of war games with Taehyung all the time. You giggled as he missed another shot.
"Right, line up against the wall boys," Yoongi said pulling everyone over to the back wall and waiting for Jungkook to get a clear shot.
"If you miss us there's something wrong," Hobi said to Jungkook who was standing right in front of them and still missing.
"Oh my god." You cried out looking at him, he sighed and then tried again. Popping one above Namjoon spilling out pink all over him and Yoongi who was standing too close to him.
Pink again all over Yoongi, then on Jimin. Jungkook looked like he was starting to get annoyed with just getting pink and shot the balloon over Tae which spilt out blue paint over him causing you to stand up and knock the chair over.
"Twins?!" You screamed out each of them looked at Tae with wide eyes, wondering what you were talking about but as soon as they saw they started cheering leaving Jungkook clueless. You walked over to him and took the gun from his hands, shooting the rest of the balloons over each member, each balloon spilling out pink and blue paint.
"Twins." You repeated in shock starting to feel a little light-headed, Jungkook must not have been catching on to what was happening. A Staff member came over and helped you onto a chair, while the boys said their goodbyes to the camera. A still starstruck Jungkook was standing there.
"Jungkook...It was the gender reveal." Jimin said with a laugh, Jungkook's eyes snapped up around the room to find you and you smiled at him.
"Twins kookie...Twins!" You yelled at him, at first you were terrified but you were starting to get brighter with every passing second as it sunk in that you were going to have a boy and a girl to raise.
"I win the bet!" Tae and Jimin yelled in unison at each other, Namjoon shaking his head and coming over to you and Jungkook.
"If you ever need a baby sitter, you know where I am." You thanked him and Jungkook stared at your bump, placing his hand on top of it and running his thumb over it.
"Jungkook it's not an alien." You laughed as he looked terrified to be near you or touch you, but he was just worried that you were going to break if you moved too quickly.
"I need to get some more books, none of them mentioned twins." He groaned coming behind you and rubbing your shoulders, you giggled at him and he shook his head. His eyes still wide and you could only imagine the amount of JungShook memes that were going to be around once the episode would air for everyone to see.
"You should go and shower." You mentioned but he was shaking his head,
"I'll take you home, shower and then go book shopping." You giggled as he helped you down from the chair, making sure no one was in your way as you walked towards the exit of the building.
"You're an idiot Kookie, I'm not a huge boulder."  He laughed along with you, knowing better than to make a fat joke because last time he had to sleep on the sofa and he wasn't about to do that again.
"You're okay though, right Kookie?" You questioned worriedly since he hadn't really said anything, but he was nodding. A giant smile on his face as he helped you into the back of the SUV, getting in next to you.
"I'm more than okay, we're going to have twins." You giggled at his expression and he smiled brightly, wanting to tweet it out for the world to know but you told him the producers said not to say anything until the episode aired. It was going to be hard keeping Jungkook and Jimin's mouths shut but it was going to be fun watching them teasing Army with small tiny hints, hoping one of them noticed and put theories together.
(X) 
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jungkookienoona · 7 years
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The Meme and His Tutor
Part 23: The Time The Tutor Was An Emotional Wreck
Co-written with @tragicshadows
Recommended Song: I’m in Love (Cover) by Jungkook and Lady Jane
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Summary:
It was time for you to go home. There was just one problem. You didn’t want to.
Genre: Fluff, comedy
Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)
Warnings: Swearing, Tears, Evil Authors
Word Count: 7240
Length: 23/?
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Sunlight streamed through the crack between the curtains, rousing you from your very last night of peaceful sleep in Jungkook's bed. Peeling one eye open, you noticed Jungkook's face barely an inch away from yours on the pillow. A small sad smile appeared. You would miss that sight. How childlike he looked in his sleep. You could feel his breath fan against your face as he lightly snored. Reaching a hand up, you stroked a strand of hair away from his face. His nose twitched. Your fingers moved of their own accord, drifting down his temple to his cheekbone before pausing at his jaw. Did you dare go further? Cautiously, you traced a line across his smooth skin to his chin.
He shifted slightly, your breath catching in your throat when he let out a deep sigh. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, the gap between your faces getting smaller.
"Noona..."
Despite being there, warm and wrapped in his embrace, you felt a pang of longing echo through your body. In only a few hours you'd be saying your goodbyes. Even the thought of going home back to your small single bed made you sniffle, a sign you were tearing up.
Shit. You tried to turn away from him. Maybe you could stop the tears if you weren't facing him. You tried to turn with as little disturbance as possible but in your haste, you failed miserably and ended up with a sleepy Jungkook grabbing your shoulder.
"Noona?" His voice was hoarse from sleep and you instantly froze, shushing him.
You didn't trust your voice not to break if you were to speak. He shifted and was soon hovering over you with a concerned expression.
"Why are you crying?" His thumb brushed across your cheek, wiping away a tear you weren't aware had escaped.
You swallowed around the lump that had formed in your throat, and when you finally spoke your voice was barely above a whisper.
"I-I don't-t want-t to g-go."
His hand remained on your cheek, thumb soothingly stroking your cheek as he stared down at you.
"No need to cry Noona. You don't want the members to see you with puffy eyes, do you? Anyway, you'll be back before you know it."
You sniffed back any more tears, suddenly feeling pathetic for crying.
"Sorry for being stupid and getting upset."
A crease formed between his brows.
"Don't be so mean to yourself. Noona is everything but stupid."
"I find that hard to believe."
"It’s natural for you to be upset about leaving. You had fun, yes?" You nodded. "You had good sleep, yes?" You nodded again. "You enjoyed spending time with the members and I, yes?"
You smiled, "Of course I did."
His eyes crinkled as his lips spread into a wide smile.
"Good. That makes me very happy."
"Good."
He chuckled and lowered his weight onto one hip beside you, his head supported by his hand. His other hand dropped from your cheek to the shoulder of your bad arm.
"Are you in any pain?"
You shook your head. Your body was already growing used to the pain even though the break had happened just over a week before. Jungkook raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
"It's fine." You started to lift your arm to prove your point but he gently pressed it back into the mattress.
"You still need to take your pain medication."
You wrinkled your nose in disgust making him lean forward to boop his own against yours. Both of you froze as you heard voices heading towards the room. It was Namjoon and Yoongi.
"Namjoon, urin geudeul-i jam-eul jage haeyahae. Yeogin geunyeoui majimag nal-iya. (Namjoon, we should let them have a lay in, it’s her last day.)"
"Hajiman- (But-)"
"Neo geunyeoneun jinan bam-e dol-awass-eul ttae eolmana pigonhaessneunji bosyeossjanh-a. Geu aineun amado geunyeoui chimdaeeseo geunyeoui naemsaega garaanjge hagi wihae ganeunghan han oraesdong-an chimdaee nuwo iss-eul geos-ida. (You saw how tired she was when they came back last night. The kid is probably going to want her in that bed as long as possible so her scent sinks in.)"
Jungkook was quick to lay down properly, scooting closer to bury his nose in the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
"Pretend to sleep." He whispered.
Your eyes fell shut just as you heard the door creak open. Namjoon and Yoongi whispered back and forth, too quiet for you to distinguish anything, for a moment before the door finally clicked shut. He made a soft noise of content.
"Noona does smell nice. I would sleep better if my bed smelled like you."
You giggled and hid your blush by turning your head into his hair, the brown strands tickling your cheeks.
Since you'd been wearing Jungkook's shirts for a week, you were constantly surrounded by the scent of his perfume and loved it. It would be nice if your bed smelled like him too.
"Shame I won't have the same luxury when I sleep in my own bed."
He propped himself up on an elbow to look at you, "If it will help with Noona's sleeping problem I'll happily give you a bottle of my perfume."
You stared at him wide eyed.
"No, no! You don't-"
"I have a few still in their packaging that were gifts from ARMY. You can have one of those."
He offered you a sincere smile which you couldn't help but mirror.
"They're gifts from ARMY. It would be wrong of me to take them."
He thought for a moment.
"You can have the one I've been using while you were here then. You could spray some on your pillows and stuff."
An image of you spraying your whole wardrobe and room with his perfume came to mind making you giggle.
"Thank you, BunBun."
You quickly reached up to press your lips to his cheek, lingering there for possibly a second too long, before settling back into the pillows.
He pressed his own kiss to your forehead, "No problem, Noona. I want you to be happy no matter where you are."
You nodded then glanced across to the dresser that contained things you had yet to pack.
"I should get up. I need to finish packing."
Jungkook's smile morphed into a pout.
"Five more minutes."
He pulled you to his chest and nuzzled the top of your head. You tried to wiggle out of his grip but was met by him tightening his arms around you. You stayed like that for a short while before your stomach rumbled and he sighed.
"I guess we should feed you first."
He let you go and you made your escape, rolling away from him and grabbing your glasses.
You followed him out of the bedroom. The smell of something delicious met your nose but you couldn't put your finger on it. You turned the corner into the kitchen and were met with a shout of "Surprise!" There in front of you were the members, a banner saying "Annyeong Y/N" hung above them.
You didn't have a chance to say anything before Taehyung was dropping his end of the banner, which then fell onto Yoongi's head, and engulfing you in his arms.
"We will miss you!" He mumbled in perfect English.
In a matter of seconds it turned into a group hug, even Yoongi joined in despite how stoic most ARMY perceived him to be. Jin wiggled away first to go and stir a large pot on the stove.
"We made breakfast!" Hoseok said as he grabbed the cutlery from a drawer.
"You eat with us..." Yoongi paused for a brief second, obviously choosing his words, "one last time."
Namjoon proudly patted him on the back then took a seat at the table. Jungkook pulled out a seat for you which you gladly took, mouth watering at the sight of all the food laid out on the table.
Namjoon cleared his throat, "The members wanted to learn some English to give you a proper farewell."
Your cheeks had begun to hurt from smiling so much. Their kindness and generosity was truly heartwarming. Even though you'd spent almost every waking moment by Jungkook's side, you were going to miss them too.
Jin and Yoongi went about handing out everyone a steaming bowl of doenjang jjigae (soy bean paste stew). Hoseok followed after handing out small bowls of rice. There was already a spread of banchan (side dishes) that varied in tastes, a majority of them selected to match what foods you liked.
Once every inch of the table was covered by a bowl, you thanked everyone for their hard work and tucked in.
Jungkook shot you a disapproving look when you opted for the chopsticks instead of a fork. He was soon smirking when you failed to grasp even a pinch of rice. You resigned back to your fork.
Jungkook ruffled your hair, "Noona can use chopsticks again when she's all better."
You pouted and used a spoon to scoop up some stew, a lump of tofu being fished out immediately.
You swallowed down the mouthful and got Jin's attention, complimenting his cooking skills. His time spent with the BigHit kitchen staff was well and truly paying off.
"Noona, you'll make him blush." Jungkook giggled around a mouthful of food.
A part of you couldn't believe they had gone through the effort of cooking a breakfast 'feast' and throwing a farewell party. It was touching. You tried to hold back more tears as members idly chatted amongst each other, bringing you into the conversations. You were in the middle of talking to Namjoon about the course you would be taking at university when you felt something warm brush against the back of your hand that rest by your glass on the table.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jungkook watching you while tracing soothing circles over your skin. You shot him a quick smile of gratitude. He was always able to read you.
Plates were emptied quicker than you thought possible. Jimin excitedly pulled you out of your seat, "We brought gift for you."
He led you by the wrist into the living room, everyone trailing behind. You were made to sit on the sofa and waited while he disappeared to retrieve said gift.
A gasp left your lips at the sight of him wheeling in a bright yellow suitcase with Pikachu's face on the front.
"You guys..."
Hoseok placed a hand on your shoulder, "We saw you... given lots stuff... no fit in suitcase. We got you case number 2 to fit."
You went over to the suitcase and spun it, giggling when you noticed the tail on the back.
"Open it."
You led the suitcase flat and unzipped it to find a plastic bag filled with a variety of snacks including the instant noodles you'd enjoyed a few nights ago. A smile stretched across your face as you stood up and hugged them all one by one. But you couldn't help noticing Jungkook frowning at his phone.
"What's wrong BunBun?"
"People on Twitter have announced that you're leaving today. They even figured out what airport since there's only one in Seoul that offers flights to Britain."
He read out a few tweets from ARMY who planned on visiting the airport to 'catch a glimpse of the infamous English tutor'.
Your stomach began to turn at the thought of a huge crowd gathering at the airport. Jungkook placed a comforting hand on your knee while turning to Namjoon.
"Hyung, what do we do?"
He appeared to ponder for a minute.
"I think it would be best if you went with her to the airport and we stay behind. If we all went like we planned it would draw too much attention."
The rest of the members agreed. Hoseok even apologised on behalf of ARMY. But it wasn't their fault. And you couldn't really blame the fans for getting excited about the news. You were just grateful they hadn't heard about you staying in the dorms.
"I'll update the managers and see if we can organise better security," Namjoon said, taking out his phone and rising to his feet. "Why don't you get ready and finish packing."
You couldn't believe they had done so much for you. They let you stay in their home, visit their work, thrown you a leaving party and bought you gifts. Now they were going to extra lengths to make sure you were safe.
"I'll accompany Noona to departures to make sure she's safe before boarding."
It was your turn to frown, "You need a ticket to get into the departures lounge."
"I'll buy one then."
"But what if the flight is fully booked?"
Jungkook shrugged, seemingly unworried that his plan might be flawed.
"If it is I'll ask airport security to escort me in and out. I'll comply by any means as long as I get to go there with you."
"You're impossibly stubborn."
"I know. Now let's go pack your things."
Jungkook was acting extra clingy the entire journey to the airport. If he wasn't holding your hand he was leaning against you with his head on your shoulder. This you didn't mind. You soaked up all the attention you could get.
You also couldn't help but notice how antsy he was acting. He would fidget in his seat every five minutes, unable to keep still. But it's not like you were any better, tugging at your seatbelt and picking at your clothes. You even unlinked your fingers with him just to re-entwine them.
You were nervous.
Nervous about the ARMYs who would show up. What they would say and/or do. What if it was sasaengs who showed up and they tried to attack you? What if Jungkook ended up getting hurt? What if they began to hate him because of you?
You were pulled out of your thoughts when the sound of a phone ringing almost made you jump out of your skin. The manager in the passenger seat took the call and then turned to the two of you. He explained that security had agreed to let Jungkook accompany you to departures since you had a history of anxiety. A wave of relief washed over you.
"I didn't even know that was a thing that was allowed."
"To be honest Noona, neither did I."
You chuckled and felt a weight lift off your shoulders.
"I think it would be best if we wore masks into the airport then take them off once we get into the departure lounge since it's unlikely any ARMYs would be back there."
You pulled out your face mask with the whiskers on from the pocket of the hoodie you wore. It was Jungkook's and the one he let you borrow when you spent the day watching anime together. Secretly, you hoped he wouldn't ask for it back. You'd fallen in love with how comfortable it was.
A few minutes later the car slowed to a stop and immediately your heart rate picked up. This was it. You would be leaving in a matter of minutes. Jungkook's hand tightened around yours.
"Don't worry Noona. Everything is going to be fine."
You nodded and gave his hand one final squeeze before fixing your mask into place.
Meanwhile, he put his own mask on then tugged his beanie down over his ears. Even in your own state of panic you couldn't help but admire how handsome he looked in his beanie. It was beyond unfair how attractive a simple hat could be.
You pulled up your hood as Jungkook hopped out of the car and made his way to your door, opening it for you before getting your luggage out of the boot.
Two men appeared by your side, one a manager while the other introduced himself as the security who would escort you to departures. He took one of your cases while Jungkook kept hold of your Pikachu one.
You were unsure as to whether to hold Jungkook's hand. The last thing you wanted was to start a scandal. But he had no worries and entwined your fingers together.
As soon as you turned your attention away from him you noticed a large group of girls holding up banners with his name. And they seem to have spotted you too as they suddenly started screaming in excitement. You saw him cringe at one particular shout of "Jungkook-Oppa!". The manager ushered you forward through the entrance and towards the check-in desk.
You spotted a few people milling about, cameras hooked over their necks with huge lenses attached. All you could hear was the sound of shutters going off and the distant screams of those fans outside. Thank god barely anyone had deemed you important enough to show up. You could handle a few dozen fans.
Once checked in you and Jungkook passed through security with ease and then were led to the departure lounge. Jungkook dragged you (and by extension the security guard) around a few designer shops while you waited for your gate to be announced.
You didn't buy much except a few last snacks to eat on the plane and take home.
After finding your gate, you got comfortable in the seating area watching other passengers board the flight.
Cuddled against Jungkook's side, you made no move to leave. You would wait until the final call announcement allowing you to savour every last second with Jungkook.
The two of you sat in silence, just enjoying each others company when the first announcement was made. You reluctantly stood and shrugged on your backpack, the security guard taking hold of your Pikachu suitcase. Turning to Jungkook you noticed his eyebrows were drawn together in thought.
"Bun-?" You went to ask him what was wrong but were cut off.
"Fuck it." He muttered before grabbing the sides of your face.
You had barely registered his words before his lips met yours, dispelling every single thought from your mind.
You were frozen in shock for a split second. And then, naturally, your eyes fluttered shut as you melted under his touch.
You felt your hood fall down as he tried to limit the amount of distance between you, gently pulling you closer to him. His lips began to move against yours and something wet touched your cheek.
He slowly broke the kiss, forehead coming to rest against yours. You opened your eyes and felt your heart break at the sight of tears trailing down his cheeks.
"G-gaji m-ma! (D-don't g-go!)” He mumbled, "Na-narang gachi y-yeogi isseo... (S-stay here w-with me...)"
You reached up to stroke his tears away, fully aware that your own had started streaming down your face, "Na gaya dwae. Got olkke. (I have to go. I'll be back soon.)" He sniffled, "Ulji ma. Nunmul dakka. (Don't cry. Wipe away your tears.)"
"B-bogo si-sipeo jil k-k-kkeoya. (I'll miss you.)”
Another announcement sounded and you knew if you didn't leave that you would definitely miss your flight.
Just as you stepped out of his embrace he caught your hand.
His eyes searched your face almost desperately and his words had an edge of urgency that you couldn't ignore.
"Spotify! There's a playlist!" He gave your hand one final squeeze. "Please listen to it."
You nodded dumbly.
"Call me when you get back," You nodded again and he placed a kiss on your forehead, "I l-"
"This is the final announcement for flight..."
The security guard ushered you away from Jungkook, making sure you had everything. You looked back to see him wiping more tears away.
Everything hurt. From your broken elbow to your heart. You couldn't even hand your passport and boarding pass over, too busy wiping away tears that refused to stop falling.
With one final glance over your shoulder, you watched Jungkook sink into a seat, shoulders shaking as he cried before you disappeared down the ramp towards the aeroplane.
Putting your phone on flight mode you opened your Spotify to find a playlist titled ‘For Noona’ already downloaded onto it. When did Jungkook do that?
You plugged in your headphones, a small giggle leaving you when you noticed the amount of GOT7 on the playlist. Is this what he wanted Yugyeom's help with?
Underneath the playlist title, you spotted a note telling you to listen to the songs in the order they appeared.
So, turning off shuffle, you pressed play on the first song which just so happened to be She's A Baby by Zico. As soon as the first verse started playing, tears sprung to your eyes again.
'I can't believe it. This is the first time that I poured it out like this. Blunt words, hidden feelings. Figured it out with just one kiss.'
You stifled a giggle at the chorus. Was the man-child himself calling you a baby? He was truly adorable.
But then your heart stopped at what came later in the song.
'Stop saying that you like me. Not too long after. You’re gonna love me a lot.'
Was he blind? Could he not see how much you loved him?
Shifting in your seat, you closed your eyes and enjoyed the song. Your smile returned at the 'I'm your baby' line.
The song came to an end and transitioned into an opening you knew all too well. And once again, you were tearing up at only the first line of Sofa by Crush.
'I'm sitting alone on the sofa where you used to be.'
An image of Jungkook hunched over crying into his hands on the departure lounge seats came to mind. You bit your lip as tears slipped down your cheeks. Jesus Christ, the playlist was making you an emotional mess. You could see the looks you were getting from other passengers in your peripheral vision. Using your sleeve you tried to wipe away your tears. Remembering that it was, in fact, Jungkook's hoodie you were wearing, you tried to calm down by seeing if the material still smelt like him.
The heavenly scent of his perfume made you sigh in relief. You couldn't wait to go home and dig out the bottle he gave you. It would hold prize position on your dresser from now onwards.
By the time the song had come to a close, your crying had subsided.
Your ears were then filled with the sweet piano tune of Just Come To Me by Homme. You laughed out loud. You didn't mean to but did because of the twitter videos BTS uploaded after the song was released. Images of Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi and Hoseok singing along to the song. Well, more like lip syncing for Yoongi and Hoseok's part.
Your seat neighbour, who had fallen asleep, woke up, startled by the noise. This only made you laugh harder so you bit down on your lip to stop the giggles.
Really Really by Winner was next. A smile was back on your face and you found yourself mouthing the words, knowing every single one.
'Trust in my heart.'
You had a sneaking suspicion that the playlist was trying to convey a message. The next song to come on had your Goblin heart leaping.
'It’s a beautiful life. Beautiful day. I live in your memories. Beautiful life beautiful day. Stay by my side'
Your mouth went dry when you remembered what Jungkook had said to you the day before at breakfast.
'You can support me here in Korea. Beside me.' That and his pleading for you to stay was enough to convince you he was in fact serious. He wanted to be with you.
The final lines of the song once again made you think back to Jungkook sobbing after you left.
'Sorrowful life, sorrowful day. So don’t leave me. So I won’t live just in your memories.'
You hated to think how he must be feeling. He couldn't even watch you as you boarded the plane. Therefore, you made sure to make a mental note that the first thing you did after opening your door would be to ring him. You needed to tell him how you felt. That despite the distance between you, you wouldn't leave him.
The next song was BTS's very own Butterfly.
'You’re just like a Butterfly. From afar, I steal glances; if we touch hands, will I lose you? You shine in this pitch darkness that is the butterfly effect. Your light touches, I forget the reality at once.'
You broke out into a grin, your heart pounding in your chest. Was this really how he felt about you?
Coffee came next which brought back all the memories you had from your two trips to Jungkook's favourite coffee shop.
Then Good Day came on. It was one of their Japanese releases.
'If I’m tied to you, surely it will be a brighter tomorrow.'
You knew it was referring to the red string of fate but you couldn't help the way you sputtered like an idiot at that line. You remembered the way he broke out of his flirty character when he asked you over breakfast one morning if you believed in destiny. The way the corners of his mouth lifted into a small but genuine smile when you said you hoped the red string of fate was real.
You laughed when another song called Beautiful came on but it was a cover Hoseok and the maknae line did on their show Rookie King back in 2013. Jungkook's verse was so cheesy, especially the line 'She’s my religion, so I can call you she-sus'.
Without thinking you pressed the home button on your phone to show your lock screen. You hadn't changed it from when he sneakily made it the selca of him kissing your cheek. What would the shy 2013 Jungkook say if he saw that picture? The small sweet child would've probably died of embarrassment. Unlike the confident man he grew to become who seemed to be all for teasing you and making you flustered.
A wave of pride washed over you as you considered how well he'd grown up. Maybe you were silly for thinking such a thing. But even in the last year or so he'd matured immensely. Perhaps it was about time you stopped calling him a man-child. Yet, the pout he'd perfected was too close to that of a toddler. The nickname would stay.
And then you heard it. His voice. It was his cover of Purpose.
'I put my heart into your hands. Here's my soul to keep. I let you in with all that I can. You're not hard to reach. And you've blessed me with the best gift that I've ever known. You give me purpose.'
Shit. The sniffles came back. Hard.
You shifted to face the window, surprised to see the sun was setting and turning the sky a pretty shade of pink.
'I put my heart into your hands. Learn the lessons you teach. No matter where, wherever I am. You're not hard to reach.  And you've given me the best gift that I've ever known. You give me purpose every day. You give me purpose in every way. Oh, you are my everything.’
That little shit. How dare he make you so emotional.
You couldn’t help but cringe when you saw another Justin Bieber song lined up after it. However, you were shocked to hear it, too, was a piano cover.
‘No limit in the sky that I won't fly for ya. No amount of tears in my eyes that I won't cry for ya.’
Holy shit...you shouldn’t have been surprised, being his English tutor and all, but compared to his previous cover, his pronunciation was even more on point. Perfect, even.
‘With every breath that I take, I want you to share that air with me. There's no promise that I won't keep. I'll climb a mountain, there's none too steep.’
You wanted to thank whoever decided to ditch the synth and shit for pure melancholic bliss. It was as if Jungkook’s voice was made for sadder songs such as this.
‘When it comes to you, there's no crime. Let's take both of our souls, and intertwine. When it comes to you, don't be blind.’
You giggled while dabbing at your watery eyes. If that was a dig at your obliviousness he was going to get it.
‘Watch me speak from my heart. When it comes to you, comes to you.’
You shut your eyes and listened to the song, soaking every word up since you’d never heard it before.
And then VIXX's Shangri-La came on. Was there a purpose was there to this playlist? To make you look bi-polar?
Right. No more tears. No more sniffles. You would enjoy the playlist and save the emotions for when you were in your own bed where your only witnesses were your plushies and bear Kookie.
VIXX soon faded out into Crazy in Love by Seventeen. Yep. There was definitely a theme to the playlist. And if the kiss earlier was anything to go by... You've been an idiot. You ignored what was right in front of you because you didn't want to get your hopes up.
"Jungkook is in love with me." You mumbled the words to yourself.
Your heart was hammering against your ribs, those familiar butterflies causing a chaos in your tummy you've never experienced before.
Jeon Jeongguk was in love with you. YOU.
How the fuck did that happen?! He was a member of a world famous K-pop group and you... you were just a student. A nobody. Just his tutor. But there must have been something he saw you in order to develop feelings for you. A reason why he didn't correct people. A reason he nearly called you his girlfriend. A reason why every day out with him felt like a... like a date.
Bangtan even said to you he wasn't necessarily a fan of skinship, but there he was...holding your hand, hugging and cuddling you every opportunity he had. You even spent the week sharing the same bed together for fuck’s sake. And yet you still denied every single sign.
You were going to have to apologise to Chubs when you got back home.
You opened your front door with a bit of difficulty. Your keys were being fiddly bastards and you were a tad distracted.
"Fucking emotional rollercoaster playlist. Fucking evil maknae. Fucking MYTEEN! I just can't escape them, can I?" You made a sound of victory when you finally slid the right key into your door, "Better not tell Chubs or she will be like 'Yuvinie' this and 'Yuvinie' that."
After dragging all of your luggage into your bedroom, you collapsed onto your bed, wincing when pain shot through your arm. You pulled your giant shark plushie from your backpack and nuzzled into it. Jungkook had sprayed some of his perfume onto it so it would smell like him. You had laughed at him for doing so at first but now, whilst cuddling the stuffed toy, you were thankful. But his scent also brought more important matters to the forefront of your mind.
You needed to call Jungkook. To apologise. To tell him how you felt. Finally.
You put down the plushie and picked up your phone to open your skype app but a knocking on your front door interrupted you. The fuck? Who could that be?
Making your way to the door, you quickly looked through the peephole to see who it was. It was a delivery man. UPS. But you didn't order anything...
You slid your phone into your pocket and opened the door. The man handed you a small flat package, like the one’s books or CDs came in. You signed for it, wondering whether you'd ordered something and forgot about it.
You went back into your room, ripping the package open on the way. A piece of paper fell out and...a CD case. Weird.
You picked up the piece of paper and recognised Jungkook's handwriting.
'Noona,
I hope this gets to you at the right time. I sent it so it should arrive on the day you are back in your home country. You may be confused so I'll explain.
The CD is something I've been working on since I first invited you to Korea. Namjoon-Hyung helped me make it. It's made of songs that express all the things I wanted to say to you but couldn't.'
You paused to let out a shaky breath.
'Listen to every song and then check your emails. I left my final surprise there. And only once you've done all that you can call me.
Thank you for putting up with me for the last few months. I've loved every second with you.'
He signed it 'BunBun' and drew a little picture of bunny beside it. You smiled down at the endearing little doodle. Picking up the CD you moved over to your laptop and turned it on, impatiently tapping your fingers on your leg. Once on, you inserted the CD.
Some songs were in Korean while others were in English. It didn't take you long to figure out that the songs told a story from your first meeting up to before your second trip to Korea. But for some reason, there were no songs about your first trip. You dismissed the thought and navigated to your emails where, right at the very top, there was one from a certain GDNo1Fan97. It contained a single link to YouTube.
Your entire body was buzzing with anticipation as the link loaded in a new tab.
And there was Jungkook, sat with a guitar, his eyes slightly red and puffy. He cleared his throat and shifted a bit.
"Hello Y/N... sorry about my face... I erm... My face is still puffy from the airport..." he scratched the back of his neck, "I just got back actually. Anyway, here it is. My final surprise for you. My final song."
He cleared his throat and shifted again, adjusting the guitar. He swallowed, strumming a few single chords before picking up a steady pattern.
'I didn't know when I first saw you, How much you would change my life. First you were my teacher, Then you were my friend. But I wanted more once again.'
The sniffles had started again and you weren't going to stop them this time. It was the tune he was humming when you woke up on the day you visited BigHit. The one he said he was trying to work out a strum pattern for.
'So I booked you a flight and a hotel to spend the nights.'
You saw a grin began to grow as he sang the next part. The sudden appearance of a photo of you drinking your latte startled you slightly. He must of sneakily taken pictures of you while you weren’t paying attention. And then he went and edited them into the video to make some kind of music video/ slideshow hybrid.
'Coffee we shared and took little sips. The mug still tasted like your lips.’
The picture faded to you using the claw machine. Your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration.
‘Then we went to the arcade, There were so many games to play. It was cute how you complained, Saying you would never play DDR again.'
His pace slowed for the next two lines. Once again, the picture faded into another. It was a picture of the fair you two went together.
'Then we got there, To the fairground'
This was it. He was singing about your first trip. You wondered why he'd saved this as your last surprise. Another picture. You were about to throw a ball at one of the stalls.
'Stalls all offering prizes to be won, I wished for your heart to be one.’
The next picture was you holding Honey - who was just named Bae back then - with a small smile. It was the one he had posted to tumblr.
‘I was your Munui, you were my bae. Do you remember how Tumblr reacted that day?'
It faded back you him playing. He gave a slight chuckle at that and you giggled at the memories.
'The sky lit up with colour and light, We went on the ferris wheel to admire the sight.
You looked so beautiful it wasn't fair. I wanted to kiss you right then and there.'
Your breath caught in your throat.
'Under the fireworks and the starlight, There was something I wanted to say that night. But I couldn't. The ride stopped and the moment was ruined, I guess I would have to wait.'
You thought back to that night, how close you two were pressed together on the ride, how he'd leaned forward just before the door opened and you were forced to exit.
He wanted to kiss you.
'So I invited you to watch movies, You were in your panda onesie. We bickered and joked, I called you cute and my finger broke. But even when you broke me, Your smile is what I wanted to see.'
"It wasn't broken!... Just dislocated..."
He gulped, seemingly trying to steady his nerves.
'You write about me, I'll write about you. Though what I've written is far more innocent. It's true.'
...Did... did he read the smut that you wrote? DID HE LIE ABOUT HOW MUCH OF BUNBUN HE READ?!
'I guess what I'm trying to say, What I've been wanting to say, Is that, Noona, I love you.'
He strummed a few more chords before looking back up at the camera with glassy eyes.
He loved you.
The words were on the tip of your tongue, but you wouldn't say them yet. The first time you said them you wanted it to be to him.
You dug out your phone, cursing when your shaking fingers typed in your password wrong. Finally, you got it unlocked. Quicker than a flash, you had skype open and tapped to video call him. It only rung once before he answered. His eyes were still puffy and there were traces of tears down his cheeks. You didn't wait for him to talk.
"I love you too you fucking idiot!"
He must've been lying down for the background shifted around him as he sat up.
"I love yo-u." His voice cracked on the last word and you wanted nothing more than to crawl through the screen and wrap your arms around him. "I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you."
"Why did it take you so long to tell me?"
He scratched the back of his neck while his cheeks tinted red, "Because I came up with a stupidly elaborate plan that became harder and harder to stick to while you were here..."
Pieces of the puzzle you didn't even know existed started to fall into place. That would mean...
"The kiss..."
"I couldn't let you go without doing something." He ran his sleeve beneath his eyes, removing the last traces of his tears. "And since I couldn't tell you my feelings... I had to show you."
He nearly said something back in the airport before being cut off by the final announcement of your flight.
"You almost told me though."
He nodded, "I'm kinda glad that the flight announcement cut me off or all the effort put into my plan would have been for nothing."
"And the Spotify playlist?"
"A warm up for the plan. I was hoping you would catch on to the theme..."
"I WAS SUCH AN EMOTIONAL WRECK I LOOKED INSANE!"
He chuckled, "Sorry, Noona."
"And did you have to put fucking MYTEEN on there?! I went from crying to fangirling in a split second!"
There was some rustling and you noticed he'd led back down, Honey tucked under his arm.
He frowned slightly, "Chubs suggested it... you fangirled over them? Does that mean you have a bias?"
Fucking Chubs... wait... That meant Chubs knew about this whole elaborate plan and she didn't fucking tell you!
"Chubs knew?!"
"Who's your bias?!"
Ignoring his words you asked again.
"Chubs knew about this whole thing?!"
He nodded, "Ye, but who's your bias?"
That little...grrr!! The entire time she'd been telling you Jungkook reciprocated your feelings yet you were adamant she was wrong and only saying it because she was your friend.
"Wow... I really am oblivious."
Embarrassment filled you and made you flush. Jungkook chuckled and shook his head.
"Ye, you are but I was using that to my advantage... now tell me who your MYTEEN bias is."
It was your turn to frown, "Why do you want to know?"
"They're my competition for your attention."
"There is no competition. I love you."
"So tell me who they are~" He sounded like a whining child.
You folded your arms, well, arm.
"Didn't Chubs tell you?"
"She specifically told me to ask you." She was dead meat. "So who is it?!!"
"Yuvin."
His eyes blew wide and he sat bolt upright, "THE 98 LINER?! HE'S NEARLY TWO YEARS YOUNGER THAN YOU NOONA!"
"I know! I'm not proud of it! There's a saying that you don't choose your bias, your bias chooses you. Anyway, I have a limit. Anyone over a year younger than me is a no go."
"... I was nearly too young..."
You nodded and gave him a bright smile, "But you're not so stop pouting. Forget about Yuvin. I love you."
He grumbled yet smiled coyly. "I like hearing you say that."
"If you had told me sooner I could've told you in person."
"I was trying to be romantic!"
You giggled. It was fun to wind him up.
"I know. And truth be told, after seeing your lock screen I dared to hope you had feelings for me..."
He raised an eyebrow, "That was when you started thinking..." He ran a hand through his hair, "You didn't think that maybe all those times I didn't correct people when they mistook us for a couple was because I wanted to believe it was true?"
You bit your lip and shrugged.
"I didn't want to get my hopes up just in case you were just being friendly. That's why I couldn't tell you how I felt. I was afraid you'd reject me..."
"Noona is not as clever as I thought..." he bit his lip, hesitating for a moment as if he debating what he was about to say but before he could open his mouth you heard his name being called. "Ah. I have to go, Jagi. The members want me."
Your heart rate picked up at the simple term of endearment.
"Jagi? I thought I was Noona."
He shot you a cheeky grin and kissed his front facing camera, "I love you Y/N-noona. Annyeong."
"I love you too, BunBun."
He gave you a cute wave and then cut the call.
The time showed it was late, so you grabbed a clean pair of pyjama shorts and a vest to sleep in.
You were pulling the hoodie back on after changing when you heard your phone ping. Expecting it to be Jungkook, you eagerly grabbed it off the desk and unlocked it.
Oh. It was Chubs.
You opened your KKT chat with her to see a photo of you and Jungkook kissing in the airport. Shit. It was swiftly followed by a message.
'Congrats on the Jungcock! But...did you know you're currently going viral?'
A/N: MWAHAHAHAHAHA! We decided to be evil! Hehe. Once you guys have calmed down you can listen to Kookie's playlist for his Noona >here<. There's also a poll we want you to participate in which is about the possibility of a Jungkook POV which can be found >here<.
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When the Cherries Bloom in August- Teaser
~It started as a wish, knowing it would never come due. But it grew and grew, till one day it came true. ~
Laying down my pencil I sigh wearily. I need break. The studying for my medical decree is wearing me out. Deciding to let my brain veg a little, I open my laptop and go to YouTube, one of my favorite past times. Nothing new from my vloggers, but, a new video is on bighits channel. Excited, I click it. It's a dance practice, from one of their stages. I watch in awe as they move so coordinated and smoothly. I decide next to post a little visual podcast. I have one for my knitting channel, and one for my Kpop channel, where I do reactions and rant about could be theory's. I rant about current theory's and what I wish could happen if I met BTS, my favorite Korean boy band. I mention that when I get married, I would want them to play at my wedding. I know, really weird and not gonna happen, but you know, one can wish. Once I'm done, I edit my video and upload it. Seeing it is 5:30pm, I decide to stop for the day and make dinner. Living alone in a big city can get, well, lonely. Oh, did I not mention, no big city like LA, or whatever, no, this big city, is one other than Seoul itself. Standing up from my desk, I make my way to the kitchen and see what is in the fridge. Eggs, bacon, ham, milk, lettuce... Nothing really good looking. Then, I remember a simple recipe I watched on line from manchi called samsaek sanwhich. Gathering the ingredients I prepare my small but delicious dinner. I have work tomorrow so I'll have to go to bed early. Early as in 10:00am. My job is not a strict one, well, at least not now. I work at a local flower shop, which I find very entertaining and pleasant. Sighing I head toward the bathroom to shower and get ready for bed. The hot water feels so relaxing on my weary skin. Stepping out I love the soft carpet under my feet. I brush my teeth and crawl into bed, thankful for the sleep that comes.
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Ding! My alarm goes off waking me from my wanted sleep. It's 8:00. I like to get up early and get ready for the day. Because I'm a student I don't work much because of my studies. Mostly 4 hour shifts two days a week. I just like the extra money for extra stuff. My company pays for my education and living while I'm here. Stretching as I get out of bed, I make my way to my fish tanks to feed my babies. I have two, one 5 gallon, and one 10 gallon. I love my babies. After I feed them, I begin putting my makeup on, which is not much. Eye liner and mascara. That's it. Pretty bland. Heading into my kitchen I gather ingredients for eggs and bacon. Seeing as its 9:30, I finish breakfast and get ready for work. My shift is 10:00 to 2:30 it's not bad. Gathering all my stuff, I make my way out of my apartment and to the street. Putting my earbuds in I listen to BTS songs on the way to work, being it a 10 minute walk, it's not bad. I hum and sing a little when people are not around, or at least when I think they're not. But, mostly they don't mind. I wait patiently. Waiting at a crosswalk I jam out to war of hormone not really caring who watches me. When the lights changes I walk across and head to work, which is a few stores down from the other side of the cross walk. Entering, I greet my coworker and head to the back to put my stuff away. Coming out to the front, I look at a note from the boss listing little jobs to do to make the store look nicer. Finding an easy one to start off, I gather supplies to feed and clean out the cups that feed the flowers. I place each species in a glass vase then proceed to wash out its container. I do this for the whole rack. I then move on to make the bundles look nicer by getting rid of dead or rotting leaves and old flowers. This makes the choices look much nicer. From there I move  onto custom orders. Finding the papers and pulling out the requested colors and flowers. I arrange them in their assigned vases and try to complete as many as I can before my break at 12:00. Deciding to enjoy myself I walk out of the local snack shop and enter, excited to see what goodies they have. I browse around until I find what I have been craving for weeks. Goldfish. I know I look like an idiot buying two bags of goldfish, but, they're so good! Along with my goldfish I get a bottle of coke to keep me going. Cause we all know college kids live off caffeine, mine just comes in coke, not coffee. After I purchase these items, I sit outside where there is a little sitting area. Bobbing my head to BTS' cypher part four, I munch on my goldfish until my breaks up.
When I return to work, I finish arranging the orders on the list as well as make some customers can buy instead of custom arrangements. By the time I am finished with that, it is time for me to go home. I say goodbye to my coworker and gather my things from the back. I head outside towards home, again listening to music along the way.
Entering my apartment, I place my stuff on the floor and head to my bedroom to change my clothes. They feel so gross after all my work. I change and head to the kitchen to find something to eat. Opening my fridge I see I'm low on food. Sighing I grab some paper to make a grocery list. Deciding to eat out for dinner, I gather my purse and money leaving grocery shopping for tomorrow-the weekend. I head out and think of where to treat myself. Do I want chicken? Noodles? Something spicy? Deciding chicken I walk to the nearest chicken restaurant and enter, breathing in the wonderful scent of fried chicken. It is not usual for one to eat alone in Korea usually everyone has friends. But not me. I am indeed eating alone. Looking at the menu I pick the chicken combo, deciding I can take the rest home for left overs. "Are you ready to order?" The waitress asks kindly. "Yeah, I'll have the chicken combo,with milk if you have some," I ask. She nods. "Yes, we have milk, your order will be out right away," she says as she turns to leave, but pauses, "don't you have anyone else?" "Um-" before I can answer a voice stoops me. "She does, they just haven't shown up yet," What? I think to myself. The waitress turns to see three tall gentlemen dressed sharply. When she sees their faces she bows low, "we'll be pleased to have you dine with us," and with that she leaves. Embarrassed I try not to look at the men, knowing they will try to hit on me. "You look lonely," the first one says. Somehow he reminds me of someone. "I'm fine," I reply tersely looking out the window. I hear the rustle of fabric on leather and wince as I realize they have sat down next to me. "You know, it's rude to ignore your seniors," another says close to my ear, voice so deep and familiar. My eyes widen. No. It can't be. It would never be possible.
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Merry Go Round
Part 2
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Arranged Marriage Series 
Masterlist 
KSJ x Poc Reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut- Talk about race/colorism
Word Count: 4k+
The schedule that you and Jin followed only worked out sometimes, which was bound to happen. You’d wake up around the same time that he did, which meant that he would have to go and use the guest bathroom to get ready but he liked doing his hair in the en suite bathroom because the mirror was bigger and the lighting was better, but you also liked using the bathroom to do your makeup even though you had a vanity in your bedroom. Sometimes you two would race to see who would end up in the bathroom first since neither one of you liked taking the trip down the hall to the other bathroom. It was just inconvenient. 
Jin would cook both of you breakfast, yours only consisting of eggs, black tea and avocado toast since you had a big shoot coming up. Jin ate what you ate plus sausage before he’d have to head to the studio. He’d also make his lunch the night before, since you still felt like you didn’t need to cook if he already knew how. You would always buy yourself a light lunch, depending if Jin was cooking that night. The appointments you had lined up for you always kept your busy, auditions for commercials, interviews about photoshoots for certain magazines and actual photoshoots for clothing boutiques and websites.
Right now, your agent had contacted you about Elle Korea Magazine, wanting to do a cover photoshoot with you for an upcoming fashion designer. You were on top of everything all week, health, skin, hair and practicing different poses in the full length mirror that was across from your bed. Jin was busy with a lot of comeback rehearsals with the new album coming soon. It didn’t bother you too much that he was gone because you both were so busy.
Standing across from him at the island in the kitchen once you came through the door, remove your shoes and placed your bag down, you watched what he was cooking for a second before clearing your throat. “So, the photoshoot is tomorrow and I will be on the cover of Elle magazine in all of South Korea.” You announced. Jin looked over his shoulder and nodded. “That’s amazing. I’m sure the magazine will sell out quickly.” He finished up the steaks he cooked and placed them on two plates, adding the vegetables and kimchi on the side before placing your plate in front of you and taking a seat. You sat down and began eating, humming like you usually did when his food was good. “I know. I heard other girls were trying to get on that cover but they chose me instead. I’ve never met the designer though but I’ll meet her tomorrow before the shoot since I’m modeling her dresses.” 
Jin just nodded and listened, eating his food and drank his water before talking. “The awards are coming up and BigHit feels like it would be good to bring you, the wives along with us for the first time since we all announced out marriages. It’s next week, I didn’t get the chance to tell you since we’ve both been so busy lately, and I want to wear pink so we can color coordinate.” He grabbed your plate when you were done while you wiped your hand and mouth on a napkin before nodding. “That’s fine with me. As long as I know what kind of dress I’ll be wearing.” You drank the rest of your water and cleaned up your own dishes and some of the ones Jin had since you didn’t want him up cleaning so many. 
After a hot shower and placing a few twists in your hair while looking through your closet, Jin sat on the bed and watched you before sighing. “Hey, Y/N? There’s cooking classes you can take that I think you would like. It would help me a lot if you could help me cook some dishes, that way I’m not doing all of the cooking.” He spoke softly while you walked back over to the bed and stopped to stare at him. You? Cook? Shaking your head with a grin, you laughed a little. “Seokjin, I already told you that there’s already two-” “Y/N, I’m not going to be the only one cooking every single night because you don’t know how to cook. I work all the time just as much as you do and I’m completely exhausted when I get some and it would be nice if my wife would at least make me some spaghetti so that I’m not standing for another two hours to eat before getting ready for bed. Just take the class for a week or two, I’m not a personal chef and if you don’t, then might as well starve because I’m not cooking for the both of us every night until my fingers fall off.” He spoke all in one breath, the frustration, and exhaustion, clear on his face.
Honestly, you were surprised at him but at the same time, you really didn’t want to learn how to cook if he was better at it than you were. Rolling your eyes, you set your clothes on top of your dresser and climbed into the bed. “I honestly don’t see why we don’t just hire a chef to do all the cooking if it bothers you that much. I don’t want to cook.” You crossed your arms and his facial expression went from relaxed to pissed off and you could see it. “Y/N! Have you been so spoiled to the point where you thought I was going to cook for you everyday? I don’t want a personal chef because I don’t know them. Now you may have gotten away with wanting a house instead of an apartment but no, we’re not getting a chef because I want you to learn how to cook so we can cook together. I’d teach you myself and besides, how are you going to get anything done once I enlist into the military? Throw away the silver spoon you were born with and stop being a spoiled brat.” He snatched a pillow and walked out of the room after adding. “I’m sleeping in the guest room.”
Appalled wasn’t the word, stunned, yes. Spoiled? You grumbled and turned off the bedroom light. How could he call you spoiled? And a brat? You didn’t feel like dealing with this tonight. Not before the day of the most important photoshoot that would open up more than enough opportunities for you. 
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You awoke the next day, getting up early to go for a morning jog, which you usually did sometimes. It was still a little dark out but the sun was beginning to rise slowly as you jogged around your neighborhood for about a half an hour. Heading back, you laid out your yoga mat in the backyard to stretch and relieve your muscles while thinking about what Jin had said the night before. You didn’t think about what you would be doing once he enlisted and although you two haven’t had the best communication when it came to this whole marriage, you had to blame yourself for some of it. It was something you would have to talk about later on when you got back.
Heading back inside and taking a hot shower, you made sure to scrub and shave everywhere before turning off the water and stepping out, wrapping a towel around your body and began brushing your teeth. Halfway through washing your face, you heard Jin’s alarm go off, which meant your time in the bathroom was up. Stepping out of the bathroom as he sleepily walked past you and mumbled good morning, you said it back and began getting ready. Going with the baby blue button up and black pencil skirt, you let your hair down from the twists that they were in and applied minimal makeup since it would be taken off at the shoot. You glanced at the clock that read 7:30 and sent a quick text to your agent while heading downstairs with black heels in your hand.
You decided to skip breakfast since you didn’t want to get bloated during the shoot and drank some tea instead, sipping away as Jin came down the stairs with his usual grey sweat outfit and baseball cap on his head. He looked you over before going to make himself a bagel. “Good luck with your shoot today. I know it’s important to you.” He spoke while applying slices of chicken on his bagel and cheese. Smiling you nodded. “Thank you, I’ll let you know how it goes when I get back. Have fun with rehearsals.” You grabbed your bag once you heard a horn beep outside and slid on your heels, grabbing your jacket and putting it on before heading out the door. 
“Miss Kim Y/N, the designer...had a few changes to the shoot.” The set designer spoke while you walked into the building. “Oh, that’s fine. I’m sure I can just adjust to whatever it is.” You smiled while they walked and talked to you. “Um no, it’s not that, it’s-” You put your hand up once you walked into the room and saw the shoot, along with someone else getting pictures taken of them. “I thought this was a solo shoot?” You asked, watching the young woman, model the dresses that you knew you were supposed to be modeling. You narrowed your eyes before looking at your agent while they tapped away on your phone before looking at you. “The editor wants to talk to you in his office.” Soo, your agent, spoke up and you nodded before following her to the designated area. 
You wanted to know what was going on anyways. Walking in, the editor held his hand up. “No need to sit, this will be fast.” He clasped his hands in front of him while keeping eye contact with you. “The designer didn’t know who would be modeling her clothing and I have never seen your profile until this morning so there’s a change of plans. As you can see a lot of the dresses are dark in color and the designer wanted to make sure they contrasted the model well...with pale skin.” His face didn’t change and neither did his tone. You nodded. “Okay...so what are you trying to say? I can make the dresses work, especially with different backdrops and props-`` ''Y/N, your skin color isn’t pale enough for the contrast we’re looking for. The model we have now is perfect for this shoot and her frame is more petite. We no longer need you.” He nodded and walked out.
You wore a blank stare, staring at the spot where he just left. Was this real life? Did he really just say what he just said to you about your skin? Blinking a few times, you turned on your heels and looked at your agent. “I’m going home. Cancel the rest of my week.” You walked past her and looked to where the shoot was happening, seeing the model and her fair skin twirl in the dress and smile at the camera. Turning away, you quickly walked out of the building and into the car you came him, telling them quickly to take you back home. Your heart was sinking into your stomach and the lump in your throat was forming. You had to hold it together, just until you got back home and away from this nightmare. 
Walking into the house, you kicked off your heels and threw your purse across the living room, snatching off your jacket and dropping down onto the living room floor in front of the couch, burying your face in your hands and letting out the biggest sob you had been holding in since you left that building. Your assistant kept ringing your phone but you just chucked it across the floor, continuing to let the never ending river of tears fall down your cheeks, your mascara running with it. 
You don’t know how long you had been crying but it was dark outside and you heard keys in the door. Jin. Standing up, you looked around for your phone and grabbed it from under the table where you launched it and stood up, catching Jin looking at you once he closed the door. He squinted at first before dropping his bag and rushing over to you, holding your face in his hands while looking you over. “What happened?” He asked, moving your hair from your face and repeating the question again. Words wouldn’t come out but more sobs and tears did and all he could do was pull you down onto the couch, to sit next to him and cradle your face in his chest. 
He rubbed your back and just sat there, not asking you anymore, just holding you and letting you let everything out. Even if he was tired, this was the first time he had seen you in this state, sad and vulnerable. After an hour or so, you got quiet and just stared at the ground, not at anything in particular while he still held you. Slowly sitting up you looked at his shirt and closed your eyes for a second before opening them. “I ruined your shirt..” You whispered before looking up at him and seeing the sad look he gave you, probably from the way our eyes were now puffy and red from all the crying you did. 
“It can be washed..” He took his thumbs and swiped them under your eyes to get rid of the runny mascara and wiped it on his shirt. “Can you tell me what happened today?” He asked and you looked down again. “T-They told me I couldn’t model the dresses today..” You sniffled some and sighed heavily before continuing. “My skin wasn’t pale enough for them, they needed someone lighter and smaller in bust and hips and not me because I don’t contrast well with dark colors and it’s not fair. I can’t help the way I look…” You started whining and covered your face with your hands. You hated crying but for some reason, Jin didn’t mind it at all. He just pulled you back to him again and this time, laid down with you on top of him, rubbing your back again.
Anger wasn’t the best way to sum up how he was feeling but he didn’t want to let that show. He would surely talk to BigHit tomorrow about all of this, he wasn’t going to sit around and let you get put down because of the color of your skin. Placing a kiss on your head, he tilted your chin up to look at him. “It’s their loss, I know you were excited to model clothes for them but someone else will see your beautiful face and call you. Maybe Vogue will call you, they’re much bigger than Elle.” He wiped under your eyes again and cooed. “Don’t cry, please. Although this is new, you showing this emotion, I don’t want to see you cry. You’re too pretty to cry.” That last part made you smile just a little and he smiled back. 
Leaning up, you placed a kiss on his cheek and rested your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, for everything that’s happened over the past couple of months with us. This is probably why I never kept a relationship. I should be a better wife and learn how to cook, or at least bake. You’ll leave in the next year and I’ll need to manage while you’re gone. I’m sorry, Jin.” He shifted so you were looking at him and he was looking down at you. With one arm around your shoulders and the other on your back, he leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. 
It wasn’t enough for you and you chased after his lips, soft and plush like pillows together. His full lips molded perfectly with your fulls ones, his hand immediately going to the back of your head and the other to your waist, pulling you directly on top of him, straddling over him. Your tongue found it’s way past his lips and you both moaned in sync  before he sat up and moved so he was now sitting upright on the couch, holding you on his lap with your skirt bunched up to your hips. Lifting you up as he stood up, you held onto his shoulders and kissed over his neck as he carried you both up to the bedroom where he laid you down on the bed, quickly took off his shirt to which you sat up to take in the muscle definition he had. His chest and very visible abs had you looking over him more than once.
He walked over to you, pulling you towards the edge of the bed and began unbuttoning your shirt, taking it off and tossing it on the floor. Taking your breath away with another kiss, he moved his lips down your neck, to your collarbone and began decorating your skin with small bruises. “So beautiful, Jagiya.” He kissed back up to your lips, her hands carding through his hair, pulling him back on top of you and you pushed back up onto the bed. 
His nickname gave you goosebumps, he was being so gentle with you, caressing your hips and slowly grinding down onto you. Your hands flew to his sweats, pushing them down along with his boxers as his hands came up to knead your breasts through your bralette, quickly removing the fabric from your body and leaning down to take one nipple between his lips, gently rolling his tongue around it while his fingers teased the other bud that was beginning to harden. A sigh escaping your lips and your eyes never left him, pushing his dark hair back so you could see him. He moved to the other breast and did the same, moving one hand down to urge you to remove your skirt, which you quickly did. 
Pulling his head back up to kiss him again, his pushed your legs apart one hand moving between your legs to slide two fingers between your folds and gently circle your clit, a moan escaping your lips as he stared down at you. “You’re already so wet for me…” He dipped his fingers into you, pulling another moan from you before he pulled them back out and laid down, pulling you on top of him. “Ride me, Y/N.” His hands smoothing over your hips before he lifted them up. Your face flushed at his words before you raised your hips, aligned him at your entrance and slowly sunk down onto his length. He was bigger than you imagined, long and wide and you felt the slight burn as he stretched you out on your way down until you bottomed out. 
Breathing heavily, you waited to adjust, humming when he rubbed your lower back and slightly bucked his hips to let you know to start moving. Placing your hands on his chest, you lifted your hips and brought them back down, going slowly at first before picking up a little more speed, your legs trembling from the pleasure that was overwhelming you. You tossed your head back, moaning before looking down at him, his eyes never leaving yours as he gripped onto your hips, moving you at a faster pace. “Oh my God…” You moaned and dropped your head into the crook of his neck once he wrapped an arm around your lower back and began pounding up into you, making you whine and moan into his neck. 
The feeling of your peak was coming and you moved your hips in time with his, every time he thrusted up, you brought your hips down, which made you both shudder. Sitting back up, you gripped onto the sheets beneath you and rocked your hips back and forth, hearing him groan and dig his fingernails into your hips. “I’m gonna cum. Jinnie…” You breathed. He growled, holding you down and crashing his hips upwards into yours while taking his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit. 
You immediately felt a wave of pleasure run through you, your body shivering as you came, continuing to move your hips as he became sloppy and groaned a few times before finally releasing inside of you, holding your hips down on him as his head tossed back into the pillows. You kissed you again, you happily kissing him back and pulling him out of you, feeling some of his release leak out of you, you laid down next to him and kissed his cheek before looking at him. You both caught your breath before you both heard and felt your stomach growling, causing him to chuckle and kiss your cheek. “Did you not eat at all today?” He asked, brushing your hair from your face. Laying your head on his chest you shrugged. “I’ll eat in the morning. I still have energy left for something else.” 
Raising a brow, he looked down at you, grinning. “And what something else would that be, hm?” He kissed your forehead.
Rubbing your hand over his chest, you looked up at him. “Sleep.” You teased and he rolled his eyes before burying his face into your neck and kissing you, causing you to laugh from it tickling. “Get some sleep, you’ll need it.” He pecked your lips again before taking his place back beside you and pulling you close to his chest. “We’ll both need the energy since tomorrow is our day off together.” He mumbled.
“You’re right. I don’t think we’ll leave this bed after that.” 
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The next couple of days were spent partially in bed (mostly because Jin was way more handsy than you thought and for the fact that you could barely walk the next day) and the other was spent getting ready for the awards. Everything with Jin was perfect after that night. He woke you up with kisses to your neck, held you until you both were ready to get out of bed. You both did yoga together and he taught you how to make an omelet, which at first you were against because you didn’t want to cook but wanted to at least try.
You avoided any Elle magazine since it wasn’t you on the cover and Jin could see the pain in your eyes when you passed a billboard with the new model’s face on it. He’d just grab your hand and kiss your knuckles. 
The day of the awards, you stood in the dressing room after putting on your baby pink A line mini dress, the back was open in a heart shape and your hair was pinned up in a neat curly bun with pink clips. You sat in the makeup chair, while each one of the other wives left the room one by one after they were done. Checking over your makeup in the mirror and applying a bit more lipstick, you slipped on matching pink heels and made your way out of the room where the other wives were waiting for you. Of course you’d be the last one out, but it wasn’t purposely. 
Once the boys arrived it was off to the awards where you stood next to Jin, keeping a hand tucked under his arm as you two took photos and answered various questions, thankfully none regarding anything related to you about the shoot. “You look so beautiful, a little better than I do tonight actually.” Jin mumbled as you walked inside. You nudged his side and grinned as he laughed. “You’re still Worldwide Handsome.” You fixed the collar of the pink suit jacket he wore and let him kiss your forehead once you two were seated so he could join the rest of BTS. 
The performances were great, you quietly sang along to the songs and cheered when BTS won awards, waving at cameras than panned over to you and the other wives when mentioned. When the awards came to an ending and Jin came back along with the rest of the boys, you all left to go to the after party. The night carried on but not for too long, you were able to mingle, have a few glasses of wine before leaving. 
Not only did you work things out with Jin, but now it opened up new things for you two to do together. On the ride home, he leaned closer to you to talk in your ear. “I have off for a week and I want to spend it with you, so I got us tickets to New Zealand.” Your eyes went wide and you smiled, squeezing his hand and hugging him. “I can’t wait! When do we leave?” You asked, kissing his cheek and then wiping off the lipstick smudge that was there. 
“We leave tomorrow night.”
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