Nothing Even Matters [Index]

Nothing Even Matters [Index]

🡲 This is the index for the Taehyung series, "Nothing Even Matters" 🡰

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last updated: 7/27/22 !

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4*

Bonus: Morning Sex*

Chapter 5

Chapter 6*

Chapter 7*

Chapter 8* [Final]

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Nothing Even Matters.

genre>> eventual smut. fluff. angst. childhood best friends to lovers au.

synopsis>> he was your best friend. nothing more. nothing less. you never thought he reciprocated your feelings... until he did, but you wanted him to achieve his dreams so you lie and deny any feelings for him. but at what cost?

warnings>> unrequited love (that's actually requited), a shit ton of angst, hurt feelings, strong language, mentions of alcoholism, implied sexual content (nothing explicit), reader is a bit of a bitch, terrible coping mechanisms, reader passes out, mention of throw up! this chapter is really quite sad for the first one but the beat goes on.

word count>> 2.8k

note: whew! let's get this bread!! welcome to my first chapter of "Nothing Even Matters" This randomly came to me as I listened to the song- well Nothing Even Matters by Big Time Rush lmaoo. The contents in this chapter doesn't quite sync with the lyrics, but as the story develops the more it'll sync. Anyway! Thank you for reading <3

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🎧: Cry by Cigarettes After Sex

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🎧: Hentai by Cigarettes After Sex

Maybe drinking away the rest of your remaining brain cells and sorrows wasn't the "smartest" or "rational" thing to do at 6 pm on a Sunday evening. The sun had barely set and you were already on to your 4th shot in the measly time of 15 minutes. You couldn't care though you've had enough of being sober.

You were completely and irrevocably in love with your best friend, but he didn't reciprocate; not his fault. You knew you couldn't control who he does and doesn't have feelings for, but some part of you had always hoped maybe? But when you came down from being too hopeful it shattered you. Each and every time.

You sniffled at the thought and shook it off, you signaled for the bartender who's name you had learned was Min Yoongi. His skin was milky white, he had cat eyes and a button nose that was to die for. The best part was his pearly white teeth and cute gummy smiled that followed though.

"Another one? It's barely 7, don't you want to... I don't know slow down? Why're you drinking so much anyway? And on a Sunday, what's that all about?" He questioned cautiously. You'd come to this bar a lot and from your frequent visits Yoongi has no doubt in his mind that you suffered with alcoholism.

"I'm sorry do you get paid to interrogate or to pour drinks? I wanted a shot not a therapist." Your words slurred, but they still came out as venomous as you wanted.

"Jeez. Sorry for being a decent human being." He spat sarcastically. You were too buzzed to care though.

To anyone who was close to you they knew of your unrequited feelings for your best friend...everyone except who mattered that is. You dealt with the rejection, but when you saw him you acted as normal as can be. He didn't see how you were when he wasn't around and you liked it that way. You always knew no matter the feelings you had for him he was still your best friend before anything.

It has been different though recently. Taehyung hadn't contacted you in almost 3 weeks and it broke you more and more as each day passed. That's when you started drowning yourself in liquor and despair.

Cause and effect, you see?

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. You knew the phone worked both ways, but you couldn't bring yourself to text or call him first. Too worried about what he'd might tell you if you did.

You shook your thoughts off as Yoongi had slid you your shot of tequila making you buzz with excitement to feel the burn down your throat.

"Keep 'em coming too and you'll get quite the hefty tip from me mister." You lifted your shot and scarfed it down in one gulp. Yoongi just blanked at you and continued wiping the bar down while pouring you shot after shot.

1 hr 30 minutes and a tequila-full bladder later...

"I-I'm gonna go p-pee." You hiccuped and stumbled to the bathroom. Your vision began to blur and you thought maybe you should have stopped after the 10th shot, but your mind wasn't racing at 1000 mph...you were happy and as temporary as you knew it was you were relieved.

You looked at your reflection and wanted to heave whatever alcohol you had drunk this evening. Your hair was frizzy and your pupils were blown. You hated how you looked. You knew you didn't have healthy coping mechanisms, but this was better than sleeping around you tried to argue with yourself.

You looked away from the mirror and went into a stall; fighting the urge to throw up as each minute passes. You finished emptying your bladder when a knock sounded on the door.

"O-occupado!" You tried to yell, but wound up hiccuping instead.

"Y/n?" You froze. What the hell is he doing here? You couldn't ever mistake that deep, baritone, tender voice.

You flushed the toilet, washed your hands, and swung the door open and therein was your best friend standing before you. If not for his addicting scent of sandalwood and maple, maybe you'd think you were hallucinating, but in your peripheral you noticed Yoongi wiggling your phone in his hand and you huffed.

That traitor. What was the big deal? So you drink everyday at hefty amounts, but who cares? You're only 24 you're not going to die.

"W-what are you doin here Tae?" You spoke voice less slurred as his presence made you somewhat sober up.

"Worried about you is what. Do you know the amount of predators out there waiting to take advantage of intoxicated women?" He furrowed his brows at your carelessness.

He cared about you. More than you thought he did and seeing you like this was killing him inside. He wondered why and when did you start drinking so much and he hated himself for not being there for you.

"I can take care of myself thank you very much. Sorry to have put a stump into your night, you can go now though. I'll get a Uber home." You brushed him off. Your heart was beating so fast and hard it felt almost hard to breathe. You huffed softly and walked towards Yoongi giving him a scowl.

"Hey now, who leaves their phone unlocked while they're drunk as fuck? Better me than a thief I like to think, I do think you need to go home you had enough to drink." He said calmly not caring about the amount of daggers you were throwing him right now.

Was he serious right now? Fuck him.

"Are you fucking serious right now? Fuck you." You decided to voice your thoughts. He simply shrugged and threw his cleaning rag over his shoulder walking away.

"Look Y/n, let me drive you home so you can lay down. You must've had a long day." Taehyung suggested. You scoffed at that. A long day it was indeed. Not that he needed to know that, but maybe it was your alcohol induced mind that made you think he didn't deserve to know about your day.

"Taehyung no. You go home. Like I said I'll take an Uber home." You said dismissively. You walked past him and quickly exited the bar secluding yourself on a bench in the parking lot.

Truth was you didn't even trust an Uber. You knew you were wasted 10x fold, but you were stubborn. Always have been. You were too embarrassed to even be in Taehyung's presence, which is ironic because he's seen you at your absolute worst. But even so you couldn't hide your humiliation right now.

"Do you really think I'm going to let you take an Uber? My mom would behead me." Taehyung spoke softly. You simply glanced at him and inhaled sharply. You've been so keen on ignoring him you failed to take the time to admire how he looked.

Dressed in denim jeans and a leather jack with a Metallica t-shirt underneath he looked straight out of your wildest dreams. You bit your lip and just shook your leg up and down anxiously. A habit you ensued at the measly age of 4.

"Look Tae-" You started but was interrupted by Taehyung.

"Stop fighting me on this, okay? I care about you so let me take you home and-" This time you interrupted him.

"Care about me? That's fucking rich." You scoffed to yourself but Taehyung had heard you.

"And what's that supposed to mean Y/n, huh?! All I've done for the past 15 years is care about you so I don't know if you've lost some brain cells in the amount of alcohol you drank tonight, but don't dare insinuate that I don't care. That's just cruel." He seethed through gritted teeth.

In hindsight, you weren't sure why you said what you did. You had no reason at all to believe he hadn't cared for you, but it's as though you wanna push him away. Hoping it'd make things better for you.

Was that selfish? Maybe.

Were you thinking rationally right now? Nope, not at all.

"Listen Kim, call me cruel all you want, but from the time we turned age of 16- well you 17 and you got all popular and became a male model or whatever the fuck it is that you do," That was uncalled for. You knew his job meant the world to him, but the ball was rolling and there was no stopping now. You noticed him wince and it made your heart crack but instead of stopping you continued. Digging the knife you thrust into his chest deeper. "So excuse me for thinking you give any fucks about me at all anymore. Why're you here anyway? You haven't contacted me in almost 3 weeks and now all of a sudden you come to my "rescue" what, do you get off on being the superhero? Well guess what? I don't need you," Deeper the knife plunged as you continued to speak. "Never have. So go fuck yourself."

You said those words...so carelessly... so vehemently.. without thoughts about the repercussions of your words and actions. You were far too drunk and your mind wasn't even on the Earth's axis. You reckoned you probably wouldn't even remember these events the next day; you sure hoped you wouldn't

"I haven't contacted you in 3 weeks because I was offered a job in Paris. I wasn't sure if I was gonna take it because," Taehyung clenched his fists as his eyes glossed over. "I wanted to make sure you'd be alright without me. Thanks for that confirmation by the way. So yeah, maybe I'll go fuck myself there and respect your wishes." He chuckled humorlessly.

You froze. The world was spinning and you felt bile rising in your throat before you suddenly hurled everything you had consumed in the last couple of hours. The world never stopped spiraling from underneath you and finally the world went black.

The next morning...

You woke up as the shine was beaming against your face. You looked around squinting as your eyes struggled to adjust to the brightness of your surroundings. You looked down and noticed you were no longer in your outfit from the previous night, but you were in a t-shirt much too big for your frame.

You continued to look around as you noticed a picture of you and Taehyung framed on an oak wood dresser. You stalked towards it cautiously finally coming to the realization of where you were. Of course, this was Taehyung's room. Where else would you be? You knew Taehyung would never leave you in the streets even after those venomous words you spat him last night.

Wincing at the memory you walked down the stairs slowly and noticed Taehyung sitting at his desk, glasses on, his dog Yeontan on his lap, reading a book. What a sight. You didn't have time to admire though because you didn't want to seem like a creep so you cleared your throat instead.

"Do you have aspirin? My head is killing me." You rasped shyly. He didn't spare you a glance as he answered dryly.

"Bathroom cabinet. Water is in the fridge." Was all he said. You nodded solemnly, but you knew you deserved it. This wasn't worse than what you had done, but this felt so very shitty.

You were in denial but deep down you knew you were a struggling alcoholic. You knew this for a fact because at the moment you craved pineapple vodka. You were hungover for fucks' sake, but you were still craving alcohol? If that wasn't alcoholism you didn't know what was.

"Fuck." You sighed softly to yourself. You knew you had to apologize and it couldn't be anything simple. No you had to apologize from deep within your heart. No words could even begin to fix what you broke, but you could try. Never was there any harm in that. You grabbed two aspirins and just decided to open the tap to take the pills.

You rinsed your face and stepped out the bathroom. Yeontan yipped at the sight of you and it made you smile sadly.

"Taehyung could we talk?" You cautiously spoke. He closed his book and took off his glasses. His demeanor at the moment was intimidatingly sexy as he stood up tall, dark, and handsome as always. Boy, did you have feelings for this man.

"No. I'm going to talk and you're going to listen, got that?" He asked you arms crossed over his chest as he sat on his desk now staring at you intently with dark eyes. You nodded in response to which he clicked his tongue. "I didn't appreciate being spoke to in the way you spoke to me last night. I didn't deserve that whatsoever and you didn't even have a care as you spoke," You were about to protest when he simply put a hand up stopping you. "Especially not with how much I love you." He spoke more softly at the last sentence.

Your heart stopped and your breathing halted. What did he just say? Those words were like a sweet melody that you'd like to play over and over on repeat. Like a song you'd never get tired of- a tune that gave you a sense of comfort.

Taehyung began walking towards you slowly, stopping a safe 5 feet away.

"I love you so much and it wounded me as you spoke those words to me last night. I don't know why you said all those things, but I don't care. I want to be yours. And I want you to be mine." His eyes began to pool and you wanted to wipe his tears, but fought against it. "Say those 3 words and 8 letters and I'm yours forever. No Paris. Nothing will stop me from loving you." He said softly staring into you so intently you felt as though you would melt.

Part of you was so happy. You wanted to tell him you loved him- that you had for as long as you could remember, but one thing in his confession stuck out the most; "No Paris." You couldn't possibly be the one to stop him from pursuing his dream. For as long as you knew him, Paris had always been his endgame. What kind of person would you be if you were to prevent him from going? He'd grow to resent you, you were sure.

You closed your eyes and tried blinking away the tears in your eyes. What you were about to do would fucking ruin you, but it had to be done. He deserved that job in Paris. You knew he needed it much more than he wanted it and you'd be a complete fool to let him throw that away.

"Taehyung... I love you. But purely as a best friend. Nothing more. Nothing less. I- I don't see you that way and I never will." You stared down at the hardwood floors fighting the urge to throw yourself into him and kiss him into oblivion.

A couple beats passed and he'd still not said a word to you so with great hesitancy you looked up at the 5'11 male. His eyes were bloodshot and tears were staining his cheeks. It fucking broke you. Broke you beyond repair. There was no fixing what was broken here.

Without another word he stormed out of his house slamming the door in his exit. As soon as the door closed you choked out a gut-wrenching sob. With wobbling legs you walked up the stairs to his room staring at the picture on his dresser. Another choked sob escaping you as you recalled the day it was taken.

It was Christmas day, Taehyung decided to throw a house party with only close friends and family. You were dressed as an elf and Tae dressed up as Santa. It was comical really. You both were under a mistletoe and Taehyung had lowered his beard, but instead of kissing you he licked your cheek. A close family-friend of yours, Jungkook , had captured the moment just in time.

Smiling grimly as you reminisced that moment you made a promise and swore to Taehyung and to yourself.

"I promise you Taehyung. The sun will shine on us again... I will find you and we will be who we could've been. I love you. Don't give up on me." You whispered to the framed picture. You placed it back to its place, got dressed and folded the clothes Taehyung had let you borrow for the night.

You left.

Not a single trace of your being there except the neatly folded clothes on Taehyung's bed. Duvet made and two tear drops on it.

They say there's no greater feeling than love. They're wrong.

Loss is a bigger feeling than love because you knew this feeling in your chest wouldn't go away.

There was a Taehyung shaped hole in your heart and nothing will be the same until you see him again.

But until then... you'll wait.

After all... love conquers all.

It's making you cry every time You give your love to me this way Saying you'd wait for me to stay I know it hurts you - Cry , Cigarettes After Sex

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Ot7 x Y/n Scenario: Crack Chat pt.1

Chat warnings: Attempt at humor? Crack chat!! Brief mention of butt stuffs (nothing explicit!!) Encanto songs!! (Not a warning) Please leave a note, reply or anything counts <33!!

Song #1: Surface Pressure

Song #2 We don't Talk about Bruno

Kook: You know Y/n as many of us there are surely you know some- if not all of us are interested in things dealing with your 3rd hole xD!! (sent 11:23am)

Hobi: JUNGKOOK!!! This was supposed to be a conversation for when we were in person! How crude of you to bring this up while Y/n is at work! (sent 11:24am)

Jiminie: I expected nothing less from that kid. (sent 11:30am)

Kook: You're about as short as a kid Jimin-ssi, really doesn't seem fair you calling me a kid :( (sent 11:31am)

Tae: Jiminie is just height challenged. It's better than brain challenged :p (sent 11:32am)

Kook: I- (sent 11:33am)

Yoongles: I have to agree with Taehyung there Kook, you're all brawn but lack the brain. How rather disappointing :/ (sent 11:34am)

Kook: I didn't sign up for this harassment. This wouldn't be happening if we were in person rather than texting now would it??? Wonder where y'all buying this audacity.. must be on sale this year (sent 11:35am)

Jinnie: Hush childs. I'm trying to meditate and you all are spamming my phone. (sent 11:37am)

Yoongles: Hyung, and I mean this with the most upmost respect, but there's a such thing as a mute button... you might wanna use it :)? Ps. "Childs" is not a word. (sent 11:38am)

Joon: I don't have a clue on what I have entered here, but I wants no part in it. Smh. (sent 11:40am)

Hobi: Pressure like a drip drip drip that'll never stop...woah. (sent 11:42am)

You: Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip, till you just go pop! Woah-oh-oh. (sent 11:45am)

Jiminie: Give it to your sister, your sister's older! (sent 11:46am)

Jinnie: Give her all the heavy things we can't shoulder (sent 11:47am)

You: Who am I if I can't run with the ball? (sent 11:48am)

Kook: ...what -_- (sent 11:49am)

Hobi: Of course you wouldn't be educated about one of the best Disney movies ever...(sent 11:50am)

You: Yeaaah, that's not okay Kook, when I get home you're watching Encanto .. no exceptions!!(sent 11:51am)

Kook: But what about butt stuff :( ? I still wanna know you know(sent 11:52am)

Hobi: Oy vey! Just let it go Kook. Y/n is probably on her break rn & there's no need to kill her appetite with all this "butt stuff." (sent 11:53am)

You: No worries. We'll talk about that in person. Just not in front of my salad ;) (sent 11:54am)

Yoongles: We don't talk about Bruno no no no. We don't talk about Brunooo! (sent 11:55am)

You: BUT! It was my wedding day. (sent 11:56am)

Hobi: It was our wedding day. (sent 11:57am)

Joon: We were getting ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky! (sent 11:59am)

Hobi: No clouds allowed in the sky. (sent 12:00pm)

You: Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin...(sent 12:02pm)

Hobi: THUNDER!! (sent 12:03pm)

You: You telling this story or am I? (sent 12:04pm)

Joon: I'm sorry mi vida go onnn (sent 12:05pm)

Kook: When did you get married...How rude?! (sent 12:06pm)

Yoongles: On second thought... maybe Bruno's not the issue at hand.. (sent 12:07pm)

Tae: So we not gonna talk about Bruno?? (sent 12:08pm)

You: There's a lot of talk about Bruno :P (sent 12:09pm)

Jiminie: Bruno deserved better... (sent 12:10pm)

Kook: I deserve better!! Why don't you vouch for me?! (sent 12:11pm)

You: Bye Kook ;) (sent 12:12pm)

Nothing Even Matters (2)

genre>> eventual smut. angst. fluff. childhood best friends to lovers.

synopsis>> he was your best friend. nothing more. nothing less. you never thought he reciprocated your feelings... until he did, but you wanted him to achieve his dreams so you lie and deny any feelings for him. but at what cost?

warnings: a year has passed, brief time skips, reader struggles with alcohol, angst, yoongi is the best human, more hurt feelings , brokenhearted!taehyung, strong language, reader is broken but healing, reader has a heart to heart with her mom, good parenting, emotions!, flashbacks. mention of family death (father), jungkook, jimin, and hoseok all make cameos, brief fluff

word count>> 10.1k

note: Sorry this chapter took so damn long... writer's block is seriously no joke. But I made it longer and there's more in depth information about the reader. Thank you for your patience and Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy &lt;3.

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🎧: Drink Before the War by Sinéad O’Connor

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🎧: Stranger by Katie Costello

A year has passed. 365 days. 8,760 hours. 525,600 minutes. That's how long it's been since you last saw Taehyung. That's how long it's been since you told him you hadn't any feelings for him knowing there was nothing more you wanted in life than to be with him and tell him you love him 1000 times.

You decided to get your life together rather than trashing your liver with more alcohol than you should be consuming. You attended Alcoholics Anonymous and you also had a sponsor. Ironically enough your sponsor wound up being no other than Min Yoongi. When you saw him at one of your AA meetings, the first thing you did was apologize and he let you know there was no hard feelings. Addiction is a tough battle, one that you were now prepared to fight because you made a promise and you intended to keep said promise.

You dealt with your alcoholism by deciding to throw yourself into work and while it wasn't the healthiest thing to do and it exhausted you, you figured this was the lesser evil. Not all of it was bad though because all your hard work enabled you to get a promotion one that you've wanted since before you had even landed the job at Kim Corp.

With him sponsoring you it was inevitable that you'd get close. You learned he was 4 years older than you and he didn't just bartend he'd actually own the same bar.

Sighing and beginning to get fed up with the amount of work you needed to complete, you texted Yoongi.

[You]: could use a break, up for coffee?

[Yoongi]: sure, buy me an americano with 2 shots of espresso and 1 cream :)

You snorted. While your addiction was alcohol, Yoongi's was definitely caffeine.

[You]: u should cut down on the caffeine yoongles. next think u know you're going to have a heart attack..

[Yoongi]: You would want that, wouldn't you?

[You]: pfft no, of course not.

[You]: anyways, I'm at the Cafe Jin.

[Yoongi]: No shit Sherlock, where else would you be?

[You]: I have half the mind to kill you right about now.

[Yoongi]: You love me too much, but I'm always there. Calm down, yeah?

As you walked into the cafe the smell of fresh coffee and muffins filled the air making you swoon. You always did enjoy the smell because it reminded you of your sleepovers with Taehyung... back in the good days at least. You ordered yourself a skinny vanilla latte and Yoongi's drink, paying for it before you sat at a table.

[Yoongi]: I'm down the block.

You didn't respond as you saw him strolling towards the cafe through the large glass windows. He was looking down at his phone with one hand in his pants pocket. To be frank, if you weren't madly in love with Taehyung you'd probably would have made a pass at Yoongi already, that man was attractive beyond words. All in all, your heart was spoken for.

"What're you so deep in thought for loser?" Yoongi smirked down at you making you scoff.

"You're the loser." You snorted gesturing for him to sit.

"So what's new?" He asked you. He was a relatively good sponsor and he was good at human interaction.

He dealt with alcoholism in his teenage years, but when he saw what it did to his mother he decided to stop drinking and fix his life up at the age of 18. Granted owning a bar was already the biggest form of self-control you've ever seen an alcoholic do. I mean if you surrounded yourself around liquor and other drunks your liver would have failed with haste.

"Nothing much," You shrugged. "I got a promotion offer, but that means I'll be in the field more and probably be away from home a lot. I don't know if I'm going to accept as of yet though." You fiddled with your fingers. A habit that started as you stopped drinking, you used to think it was a sign of withdrawal when in all reality it was just nerves.

"How could you not want to take that job? If I remember our conversations correctly, you've wanted that promotion since before you joined the company, no?" He asked rhetorically quirking an eyebrow before continuing. "Look kid. Take the job. You'll regret it if you don't." He said simply.

You knew he was right, I mean what did you have to lose? It was more money and an opportunity to travel, how could you even possibly think of passing such an offer up? The thing was though you were concerned about your mom, she was sick and you didn't want to risk anything happening in your absence.

It was just a risk you couldn't take.

"You're right, but what about my mom? Can't just leave her... she's not deathly sick, but she's sick enough for it to be concerning." You groaned.

"I bet you if you told your mom of this opportunity she'd tell you to take it in a heart beat. Stop making excuses, what's the real reason you don't want to take the job?" He quirked an eyebrow at you. In the year you've spent getting to know each other he's learned almost everything about you and vice versa.

It was a breath of fresh air to be able to share such personal matters with someone who wasn't Taehyung. You hadn't opened up to someone since him because you didn't trust easy, but with Yoongi it came naturally and though it surprised you, you welcomed the change with open arms.

"I guess you're right, but the truth of the matter is I'm way too paranoid to leave my mother. She's all I have which you know and I'm all she has too. My father lost his battle to lung cancer when I was three. I can't just leave her Yoongles." You sniffed fighting the tears that threatened to spill over.

Yoongi just smiled at you adoringly. He knew all the tribes and tribulations you faced in your life, but the fact that you had the heart to speak about them made him admire you. He wished you had someone that could be there for you when no one else was; an anchor if you will. He loved you as if you were his own blood.. which is why it was so easy for him to say these next words to you.

"How about... I take care of your mom whilst you're gone?" He saw your eyes widen before continuing, "I mean it's no big deal. You need and want this job and if this is what I have to do for you to take it then so be it. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you, just think of me as the big brother you never had." He smiled at the look on your face. Your eyes were welled up with tears and your lips were quivering.

"I-I don't know what to say. I truly don't." You said softly letting one stray tear glide down your cheek before wiping it away quickly. You smiled happily at him. "Thank you so fucking much. I literally owe you my life right now."

"You don't owe me anything. Just remain sober, take the job, and travel the world. That's how you can pay me back." He shrugged.

At that moment your drinks had finally came and you and Yoongi fell into casual conversation. From your sobriety to future plans at least right now you felt happy... and you didn't even need alcohol. You were grateful for your sobriety & you'd hoped you wouldn't fuck up.

"Okay, so we're going to pay your mom a visit and let her know the news of her new caregiver; this guy!" Yoongi wiggled his eyebrows as his thumbs pointed towards himself. The actions made you snort as per usual. You took a sip of your latte moaning in delight when Yoongi spoke again. "Oh and Y/n?" You hummed in response. "Stop calling me Yoongles."

You simply smirked. "Never."

2 hours later...

You'd arrived at your moms house with Yoongi and you couldn't hold your excitement, you missed her so very much and you were happy that you finally got the chance to see her after almost 4 months. You moved the hydrangea flower vase to the side in search of the spare key and unlocked the door.

"Mom?? I'm here and I have a guest!" You screamed just in case she was upstairs. Her hearing wasn't as well as it used to be.

Your mom was relatively young... having you at 19 and all, but she's had lupus from age 14 and since she thought she couldn't carry kids full-term her and your dad never saw a reason to use protection. When she missed her period twice she never thought anything of it because her cycle was quite abnormal, but when her stomach began growing that's when she went to the doctor. She never had morning sickness with you- which was a blessing for her. You were born a month earlier than expected so you stayed in the NICU until you were 8 months. 5 out of those 8 months were tough, but your mom and dad pulled through and showered you with love... no matter how scared they were.

"Aish.. stop screaming so much child. I'm only in the kitchen." She scolded. "Now who's this guest you've brought over? Is it Taehyung? I miss that boy." She was making her tea to get ready to take her medicine so she hadn't noticed the way you froze when you heard his name.

Yoongi rubbed a soothing hand over your back hoping it'd calm you down a bit; it did.

"No, his name's Yoongi. He's my sponsor and kind of like a brother to me." You explained. Your mom turned and looked at you then Yoongi.

"Well you're quite handsome." She swoons with a coy smirk. Leave it to your mother to make a move on a younger guy.

"Ah thank you Mrs. L/n. You're quite beautiful too if I do say so myself." He flirted back which made you scrunch your face up in displeasure.

"Anyways... we've come to talk to you about something important... not for sexual tension. I got offered a promotion at my job, but it requires me to travel a lot and I'll be in the field more." You got right to the point not wanting to drag this any longer then it needs to.

"Okay? You'd better be taking the job," She paused to take her pills. "I don't want any excuses." She waved her hands about gesturing you to follow her to the living room and sit. "You have my answer now what else are you here for child?"

"Well, Yoongi offered to look after you because soon as I accept the job offer more than likely I'll be on the first plane out of here. He'll just make sure all is well and really it's more for my benefit than yours so in a way it works out. Especially given the fact that you seemed to take some weird interest in him." You stated. She simply blinked at you before moving her gaze to Yoongi.

"I'm not a cripple. And I don't expect you to treat me as such. I'm a capable woman, but if this is what it'll take for my daughter to take this job then so be it." She spoke curtly to Yoongi, who nodded in response.

You sighed heavily. That was one problem you could check off. The other? What about Taehyung... wouldn't this put an indefinite halt in your plans to wait for him? Truthfully, you knew you'd never give up on him- never in a million years, but could he wait? What if he's married, or has a child, or-

"Oi, what're you pondering about?" Your mom waved a hand in your face.

"Taehyung." You spoke softly, but honestly. He's been all you've been thinking about since that last day you saw him. It was hard to ignore the thoughts, but the majority of the time you were to your elbows in work so it helped. But just like alcohol it was just a temporary fix.

"Aw. Look I've known you and Tae since you both were 9 and 10. If it's love? You'll find your way back to each other. The universe has it's way of helping those who need help the most. It's so incredibly hard to get over someone whom you've handed your heart over, and there's not a doubt in my mind that Taehyung has been thinking about you just as much as you're thinking about him. You're beautiful smart and funny. That's why he fell for you in the first place. True love conquers all my daughter. True love conquers all." She hugged you and rubbed at your hair as you cried softly. You weren't sure when exactly the tears fell, but they did. And there was no stopping it.

"Look Y/n your mother's right. True love really is such a powerful thing and though I haven't experienced such a concept myself I know that it can be a beautiful thing. Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get- only with what you are expecting to give and that's everything and more. Life isn't black and white; there's no such thing as you love someone or you don't. You never stop loving someone because genuine love never goes away." Yoongi shrugged as if he didn't just give you a sermon on love.

"Wow when did you become a love expert?" You teased wiping your tears, but still hugging your mom.

"Love, Actually. Tons of sappy romantic shit... I don't even know myself I was just spit balling there to be honest." He smirked lazily. "The point still stands, if he told you he loved you don't overthink things... you'll find your way back to each other and your love will blossom- yeah okay that's enough from me."

You simply smiled.

"For you to be "spit balling" you're quite the wise chap." Your mother praised approvingly making Yoongi fluster.

"Ah thank you, but I should be heading to work now. I'll leave my car so you can get home. The bar is 20 minutes away by train so and it was nice to meet you Ms. L/n see you soon." Before you could protest Yoongi dropped his keys in your lap and landed a kiss on your forehead. What a guy.

"What a guy." Your mom echoed your thoughts out loud making you laugh. She always did have a knack for doing such a thing.

"So want to watch the Marvel movies in timeline order?" You suggested beaming when you saw your mom's smile.

"I thought you'd never ask, go get some clothes. I never refurnished your room so all your stuff is still there. I'll get the popcorn and soda." She beamed happily making you coo. She really was the best mom ever.

You stalked upstairs to your room seeing that literally nothing changed in here. You went by your window seat and a cherished memory crept in the back of your mind, you were 14 and Taehyung was 15...

9 years ago...

You were sitting by your window seat reading, Jane Eyre. It was one of the most underrated books by the eldest of the Bronte sisters, but to you? It was one of the finest pieces of literature you've ever read. Of course, Wuthering Heights was indeed a popular read, but that's why you enjoyed the lesser significance of Jane Eyre- it made you feel different from the rest of the world and you loved that.

"Y/n!! Taehyung is here, I'm sending him upstairs okay?" Before you even thought of a response, Taehyung was right in front of your door making you flush.

"Well hello best friend, reading as always I see?" He teased you making you flip the bird. All it did was cause him to laugh and you couldn't stop yourself from adoring the way his cheeks puffed up. You loved his smile. You loved him. At least as much as a 14 year old could love.

"Yeah well at least I'm getting smarter while your brain cells rot away as you just play video games and watch vines all day." You scoffed. He gasped in mock offense.

"How rude! Your best friend title should be revoked!" He hmphed making you snort.

"You'd die before you replace me... we both know that." You joked. "Anyways what're you doing here? I wasn't aware of this impromptu visit." You spoke before marking your page and closing your book.

"Well that's exactly why it's called impromptu little girl. Use that big head of yours." You kicked him in the shin making him howl out in pain.

"That's what you get and stop letting your year over me gas your head. It's quite irritating." You sat with your legs folded in your seat staring out the window.

"When I get older I'm gonna work as a ghost painter. Nobody would know that any of the art I create is mine- except you of course because you're not nobody. My name would be V for Vincent Van Gogh," He smiled cheekily making you blush. "The anonymity would be the best part because while being a ghost painter, I'll also be a photographer, but with my real identity. I'm thinking I'll do candid shots of people admiring my work without them knowing that I know they don't know that it's me who's work they fell in love with." He spoke so passionately about it. He took a beat before continuing. "Hopefully my career as a photographer will take off because I want to move to Paris and see my paintings in the same museums or galleries as Picasso, Michelangelo, Da Vinci , and more!"

He had his whole future planned. All you could do was stare at him longingly, but that was just as far as you could go for you knew he'd never be yours. You fight the urge to kiss him and instead decide to ask him more questions about his plans for his life. And the best part? You were apart of every moment he spoke of. Making your chest get heavy with emotion.

That's Kim Taehyung for you. Your best friend.

*End of Flashback*

Your eyes filled with tears at the memory. You had been stalking the internet for Taehyung- well "V" and noticed that his paintings were a rave internationally. It was no wonder he'd get an invitation to Paris, all his works spoke to you as if telling a story in just watercolors or oils. You were especially impressed by the fact that he'd also become a huge deal in photography, but you had no doubt in your mind that he'd succeed in exactly what he wanted.

You shook your head, wiping your tears, instead deciding to start digging through your dresser for clothes. You were still relatively within the same weight range as your teenage self so you were able to fit the pajama set you picked out with no problem. Your hips grew a bit, but your pants still fit snugly. You proceeded down stairs and saw your mom had the popcorn and soda out just as she said she would.

You didn't know much about what the future would bring, but one thing you knew for sure was you were gonna miss your mom and you were going to miss her a lot.

2 days later...

You sighed heavily as you looked up at the huge building that is Kim Corps, to say you were nervous was definitely an understatement. You were worried that you'd fuck something-anything up and lose the job of your dreams, but you were hopeful. You hadn't lost all faith in yourself and you weren't going to start now.

"Okay let's do this." You muttered to yourself stepping into the building. You ears filled with the sound of people chattering and the smell of the cafeteria filled your nostrils making you sigh contently. As nervous as you were, you always did love the smell of coffee and bagels in the morning. It gave you a homey sense and you loved it. You made your way straight to the elevators pressing the 12th floor.

You were 20 minutes early, but you know what they say; the early bird gets the worm- or in your case the promotion. I mean there was no competition for your spot, but you'd rather not be late to such an important meeting. You were going to figure out where the first place on the field would be and you were nauseous just as much as you were excited. It was nerve wracking how much you'd wanted to go somewhere such as New Amsterdam, Rome, Paris... but you're not sure you want to go to Paris anymore.

It's not that you didn't want to it's more like you'd rather not bump into Taehyung in a foreign country because... well does there need to be a reason?

The elevator stopped at the 12th floor and you braced yourself mentally praying that you'd get somewhere that's beautiful, but not too distracting. But you know how these cliche's go... Of course you'd go somewhere that's beautiful, but next thing you know, you're hit by a bus. You laughed at the thought and you knew it wasn't funny, but if you can't joke about dying can you joke at all?

The sounds of your heels clicking against the tile floors was the only thing you heard as you made your way to the CEO's office. Your legs were shaking and your hands were jittery as you opened the door. You were immediately greeted by the sight of a conference table and 6 other bodies occupying the seats.

"Ah Y/n!" Your boss, Kim Namjoon, greeted. "Your quite early, but that's fine I do love a dedicated employee. Punctuality is a big thing in the business world. Aish I'm talking too much.. please take a seat." He gestured to the chair across from where he was seated.

"Good afternoon Y/n, I'm Park Jimin, I'll be helping you on the field wherever we go." He beamed at you. You almost cooed at the way his eyes crinkled, but you held back.

"Nice to meet you." You spoke quietly. You didn't want to come off too strong, but you didn't want to come off as a shy little girl either so you decided to just speak calm and collected.

"Right on with it then, Y/n your first assignment will be of 8 months in Paris. What you'll be doing is working on advertising with out partner; Dubois Inc. It's pertinent that you make a good impression. Given the fact that you are a foreigner, that doesn't speak French, however will prove to make the transition a little more complicated than it needs to be. But I have no doubt in my mind that you'll be able to adjust. The 2 men to your right will be your assistants and they will help you with whatever you need. Al good thus far?" He looked at you with a strong gaze that almost made you cower.

No it wasn't all good. You were going to Paris... that much was inevitable and you knew that and the reality of the situation you were in was sinking in slowly. You'd be better off not going to Paris, but you couldn't say anything to your boss... no that would make you seem ungrateful plus Paris really is one of the most beautiful cities so how bad could it be?

"Yes all good Mr. Kim, I'm very happy to be able to go to Paris and you won't regret hiring me sir." You nodded curtly.

"Oh I have no doubt in my mind about that. You're free to leave. Your plane ticket and hotel booking have been sent to your email and feel free to request anything in your favor. You're free to leave, Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok will all meet you in Paris." And with that you held in your squeal and left the room with haste.

Though you'd be in Paris, how could you possibly bump into Taehyung when it's such a grand city? There was no way. Literally the only way would be fate; and you haven't had much faith in fate so there's that. It was a placebo to you; the idea of fate. It gives hope, but when such a thing doesn’t happen it crushes a persons faith.

As you were walking your phone rang and it read ‘Yoongles’ on the screen which made you immediately pick up just in case it had anything to do with your mom. Jeez you weren’t even in Paris yet and you were worried. This oughta prove to be harder than initially thought.

“Hello?” He spoke first which surprised you because he never spoke first.

“Hey Yoongles, everything alright?” You inquired immediately wasting no time. He simply chuckled.

“Yes everything is fine Y/n, I was just calling because I know the interview was today and just wanted to see where they’d be sending you first.” The thoughtfulness made you smile. You knew he had a soft spot for you, but this was just something else.

“Ohhh, yeah they’re sending me to Paris. Irony truly is a cruel mistress don’t you think? Whatever I guess.” You pouted even though he couldn’t see you.

“Ah though Paris is a beautiful city all I care about is your sobriety and happiness. Do you think you can handle the possibility of seeing him? On the off chance it’s possible, I mean.” He questioned carefully.

“Honestly? I’m not even sure yet, but don’t worry about that… I’ll immediately contact you if I feel as though I might relapse.” You bit your lip. You’d hoped that you would contact him… You hoped that you wouldn’t go off the deep end. You prayed. You’ve come so far and you’d really rather not risk it all. 

“Y/n? Are you completely sure you can trust yourself to contact me when the urge comes? I ask because it WILL come and it might throw your mind for a loop. I just want to consider all our options. If you do feel as though you wouldn’t be able to see him then I can talk to Namjoon. He’s an old friend of mine anyway.” Yoongi suggested. That was new information for you. You had no idea Yoongi knew your boss, but then again how could you? You never asked. 

“N-no it’s fine I swear. There’s a shit ton of artwalks in Paris so on the off chance I run into him then… I’ll distract myself with some Picasso and Van Gogh. You know me Yoongles. I’ll be fine.” You reassured. Though you weren’t even sure yourself at this point. But you know what they say; fake it till you make it right? 

“Alright, well I’m proud of you kid. Can’t believe you’re going to Paris without me.” You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the mock pout on his face which put a smile on yours. 

“Don’t be sad Yoongles, when I make enough money then I’ll take you on a trip to Paris.” You teased. You were serious though with all his help through your sobriety he’d deserve a trip out the country. And you’d be more than happy to be the one in order to do so. 

“Oh you’re gonna be a big baller huh? I love that for you loser.” He chuckled softly. There was a beat of silence before he continued, “All jokes aside though I am going to miss you. Not that much, but I’m going to miss you.” He sniffed. You knew Yoongi enough to know if he got emotional you meant a lot to him so hearing his sniffles? Definitely made your eyes water. “I love ya kiddo and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. Remember that.” 

And remember that you will. How could you forget? You knew Yoongi would be calling you everyday checking up on you making sure you’re still sober and just because he missed you. 

“I will and I love you too Yoongles.” You smiled sadly. You were gonna miss him and your banter. It won’t be the same over the phone, but you had to do what you had to do. This job opportunity was one in a million… you’d be insane to reject such a considerable offer. You knew that much. “I have to go because I have to pack, but tell my mom I love her and be sure to take care of yourself.” He hummed and you hung up. 

A day later…

This was it. You’d be leaving for Paris in 18 hours and there was still so much that needed to be done. You still have yet to finish packing and you know you shouldn’t be procrastinating this much because you’re usually a prompt person, but something- somehow is holding you back from getting your shit together. You knew what that something was, but you chose to ignore it for the sake of your sobriety and general health. All in all you were still on the verge of an anxiety attack. As if pshycologically sensing your inner battle Yoongi called. He was always good at doing that. You picked up hastily and heard his voice. 

“What’s up, kiddo?” He said as soon as you picked up. You sighed in relief at the sound of his voice; he always could calm you down from anxiety attacks. 

“H-hey Yoongles.” You replied back shakily. Instantly he knew what was wrong. 

“Woah, Y/n are you okay? Do you need me to come over? You sound like you’re hyperventilating and that usually results in anxiety attacks… so tell me right now if I need to come over.” He all but demanded in worry. You inhaled sharply trying to focus on breathing before responding. 

“N-no I’m fine… just being on the phone with you is helping me calm down a ton so thank you. You always know when I need your help.” You attempted to joke, but Yoongi remained silent. “I’m serious I’m fine Yoongles.” That nickname always softened him up and you’d hoped it’d do so right now. 

It did. Sort of. 

“Fuck. I’m so worried about you all the time… I’m gonna be a nervous wreck when you go to Paris and I just-” He stopped talking suddenly and exhaled a large breath. “I’m just going to want to beat myself up if anything happens to you over there.” 

“Hey man nothing’s gonna happen. Have some faith in me, yeah?” You teased. You knew his worry was coming from how much he’s seen you struggle this past year, but you didn’t want him to worry this much… you hate being a burden more than anything. 

“I have faith in you. I don’t, however, have faith in the temptation of alcohol. You’ve done great this past year, but if you happen to bump into Tae-” You winced at the name so Yoongi corrected himself, “That guy… the temptation and urge to drown yourself in alcohol will become so hard to ignore and I won’t be there physically to help. You know?” He spoke softly not wanting to say anything that you’d take the wrong way.  Little did he know… nothing he says does anything but help you. 

“Yoongi you’ve done more than enough and let the fact that I just called you Yoongi instead of Yoongles sink in because you know how serious I am once I use your actual name rather than your nickname,” You paused. “Besides you can always come visit; so long as you bring my mom, of course because she’s always wanted to come to Paris too.” 

He simply chuckled and there was another beat of silence. One thing that you loved about your relationship with Yoongi was everything was so easy; conversations, admissions, confessions, revelations… it never seemed like a chore with him. It’s blasphemous that you met him in a  bar, but you’re grateful you were a regular and there isn’t anything you would change. 

“Alright little sis I’m gonna let you get to packing because we both know that you’ve yet to finish and you can’t put this off anymore. You leave tomorrow. Well technically at the ass crack of dawn, but same difference anyhow. I love you and see you tomorrow.” His voice wavered knowing he was possibly on the verge of tears made you bite your lip to refrain from having an emotional breakdown. 

“O-okay bye Yoongles.” You quickly hung up and folded into yourself on your bed like a kid. You’d hoped that Paris would be worth all this emotional strain. You really did. If not? You don’t know what you’d do. 

You put your “Cure my Depression” playlist on shuffle and got to packing knowing there was no more procrastination that could be done. You needed this job and the benefits that came with it. You inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly. You got this, you told yourself. 

17 Hours Later… 

You were at Incheon International Airport outside of Gate 6 waiting for the announcer to announce flight 180. Ironic (bit of a Final Destination reference). You were almost ready to board your plane, but right now? You were in a bear hug with your mom and Yoongi. Tears were shed and sad smiles were shared. Some shit you’d see in a sappy RomCom if you do say so yourself. Just without the romance because you knew very well there was no type of romanticism in your life. At least not at the moment. 

“Don’t forget to FaceTime us everyday even if just for 2 minutes. If you don’t I will hop on the next flight to Paris with no hesitation.” Your mom playfully scolded to which you just nodded. You’d definitely be calling them; so much so they may just get tired of you. In any case, they’d be getting calls. Whether they’re annoyed or not. 

“Oh don’t worry you’re sure to get tired of me with how much I’m going to be calling. Yoongi just make sure you’re by your phone at ALL times. If  I happen to bump into that man in any circumstances the first thing I’m doing is calling you. Mom. Please don’t worry yourself about me. I know I’m going rather far, but I’m a call away. Don’t stress too much. I love you both. I should probably get to my gate,” You squeezed them in one more bittersweet hug. “I’ll call when I land.” They nodded and you hauled yourself  and your luggage towards your plane. 

You internally prayed (to whatever God you may or may not believe in) that you’d have a safe unproblematic flight to Paris. You’d hoped that nothing would happen as you took off. And you really hoped the turbulence wouldn’t be too much to handle. You didn’t have a fear of planes because you knew what came with them and you always expected the expected the unexpected. However, you did have a fear of dying. As you walked to the gates you imagined the song “Worldwide” playing by Big Time Rush. It was one of your favorite childhood songs and you’d imagined yourself as Jo when she was leaving Kendall. 

“Last call for flight 180 to Paris, France. Last call for Flight 180 to Paris, France.” The announcement spoke as you arrived in front of the door to your plane. You looked back once more and sighed heavily. “Bye Korea. You will be missed.” You whispered more to yourself than anything. Saying goodbye to your home was a bittersweet feeling. You don’t think you’d survive longer than these 8 months. You hoped all will go well and the time will pass by quickly.” 

You handed your ticket to the stewardess outside of the landing gate and made your way inside the plane. Your seat and the seats next to you were empty whilst the rest of the plane was empty. You hadn’t expected that given the fact that you were flying economy, but you were grateful nonetheless. 

“Can I help you with anything to eat, drink or read? This is quite the long flight and I will be available at any point in time you may need something.” A flight attendant of the name Sinead told you. 

“No thank you.” You responded politely to which she nodded with a smile and walked to the next person. You figured if you slept at least through half of this ride the anxiety you felt creeping into your skin would pass by easier. So that’s what you did. You slept. 

12 hours and 25 minutes later… 

Much to your surprise you were sleep for the entirety of the flight. Only time you had woken up was to use the restroom, but immediately after you went back into your deep slumber. It felt good and from what you could tell there wasn’t much turbulence… well if there was you didn’t feel it and that pleased you greatly. On your way down from the escalator you saw Park Jimin standing at the bottom with your namecard. You were shocked at how quickly they got to Paris, but you assumed they had a private jet of some sort so you’re not too surprised. 

“Hello Ms. L/n” He smiled at you. You thought he was charming and damn near cooed at the way his eyes turn into tiny crescent moons. But you held yourself back. 

“Ah greetings Mr. Park fancy seeing you here.” You teased now reaching him. He smelled of wood and vanilla. The cliche man smell you reckon. 

“Ah mademoiselle no need for formalities.”  He winked, “We should get going we kind of have to get to HQ and I believe we are running late already. Shall we?” Jimin held his arm out to which you hastily grabbed. You almost retracted it, but his smile reassured you. 

“Work on my first day in Paris… Such a shame.”  You tsked playfully. It was already beyond easy to joke around and converse with Jimin and you were happy about that because you always did hate those typical boss-assistant relationships in which the foundation of their relationship is simply the boss having superiority over the assistant. Yeah, you didn’t believe in that. It was belittling and having been in that position before… you’d be damned if you treated someone as such. 

“Ah, but once we settle in HQ and send to Mr. Kim that we’ve touched base then we can explore all of what Paris has to offer. Especially the Lourve because I know you want to go there. Who wouldn’t?” Jimin chuckled softly. He was walking briskly yet calm. His whole demeanor seemed to calm you down tenfold. “Ah right… Hoseok should already be at HQ since he landed before us so hopefully it isn’t too much to be done. I know you must have jet lag.” 

You shrugged though he was completely right. “It’s no biggie. At the end of the day this is a promotion so I knew I would have more work then I did previously. I worked hard for this promotion and I’ll do whatever must be done in order to not disappoint Mr. Kim.” Jimin just smiled at you making you flush. You cleared your throat. “Should we?” You motioned to the car in front of you. 

“After you.” He winked whilst opening the door to the Lincoln sedan. You would’ve whistled at the sight of it, but you figured it was just any other town car. Except it wasn’t it had tinted windows and from what you could tell… a fresh coat of matte black paint. The interior was leathered up and it seemed as if this car had just came from repo. Whatever the case may be… there was no denying that this car was a beaut. Jimin slid in next to you still smiling. You noticed that he smiles a lot more than the average person and you found that admirable… In a world such as this one, it’s hard to find happiness so you’re quite impressed that he’s able to smile. 

“We’re going to HQ.” Jimin told the driver in English. The driver nodded and drove off with haste.  Just when you thought you couldn’t get any more impressed by this guy he goes and gives you another reason. 

“You’re impressive, Park Jimin. You’ll make for a good assistant I reckon. I hope there is never any tension between the two of us and I hope that you feel comfortable enough to be around me in order to open up to me whenever you see fit. I am your boss, but I never want to make you feel as though you are under me. We shall have boundaries of course, but other than that I’m an open book.” You spoke quick but Jimin was hanging on to every word you uttered. 

“Okay Ms. L/n.” He snorted and you nudged him in response. “In any case I’ve no choice but to respect you more than I would those who’re on the same level of employment as me. So thank you for giving me freedom, but I shall not take advantage of it.” He looked at you studiously as if trying to read your expression before it came on your face. 

“I’m glad we have reached an understanding.” You nodded sternly yet playfully. You were rather impressed with his work ethic and easy understanding of common principles. You knew you were his boss and that he should have more of a respect for you than the common person, but you didn’t like the feeling of superiority. He just nodded in response and the rest of the drive was silent. However, it was a comfortable silence not one of awkwardness. 

“We’re here bosses.” The chauffeur, who’s name you learned is Haechul, stated. You nodded and stepped out the car. From what Jimin has told you you figured that your bags had already made it to the hotel you would be staying at while you were here. You’d wondered if you’d have your own room or if you had to share, but that was a bridge to walk when you got there. As for now… you’re fine with the mystery. (this isn’t that kind of trope so no it won’t be Taehyung) 

“Thank you Haechul. You’re free to go on break. Don’t come back until we call you for assistance.” You commanded to which he nodded curtly. You really did despise the way most bosses treated their employees so you swore to yourself when you became successful and had employees of your own you’d never treat them the way you had to be treated before your success. While it may have shaped you to be the kind of employee you are now, you figure you could be way better had you been treated with more respect. Or maybe if your previous boss wasn’t such a womanizer… You hadn’t realized that as your thoughts took over Jimin had said something and you only caught the last bit. 

“...Dinner?” You looked at Jimin and blinked. Was he asking you to dinner? That’d be quite inappropriate you reckon. Maybe ask him to repeat himself..? 

“I’m truly sorry, but could you repeat that? I only caught on to the last part of the question.” You said kindly to which Jimin just laughed. 

“Yes, I asked if after the Lourve you’d want to get dinner? Of course it’d be rather inappropriate of me to try and attend dinner with you which is why I was going to recommend a good diner that you can get takeout from.” He shrugged simply. 

“Oh… well yes I guess that’d be good. I do feel as though before we go to the Lourve I’d like to visit an art walk- a street one that is.” You thought about the possibility of seeing one of Taehyung’s paintings there and you really would want to see one in person. You haven’t seen one of his artworks in person since forever and it’d make you happy. 

“Luckily for you, there’s always one open about two blocks away from the museum therefore you can go before or after.” He smiled which made you nod with a small smile of your own. 

“Thank you Jimin.” He gestured in front of him as if telling you to lead the way which you were baffled by seeing as though this was your first time at Paris’ headquarters. You shot him a look of concern to which he snickered. 

“Just go straight to the lift and go to the top floor ma’am.” As you walked in the building you noticed the elegant interior… it gave off the perfect “French Renaissance” theme and you adored it wholeheartedly. There was a front desk; which you assumed was the receptionist. You read her name tag and learned her name was Avril, she smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes so you greeted her with a curt nod and kept walking through what seemed to be an endless corridor. 

Without realizing you must’ve stumbled into the lift because the doors were closing and you were on your way to the top of the building. Perhaps you were so in awe you hadn’t minded your step… in any case this life was exceptionally extravagant. The music was the instrumental to “My Heart Will Go On” by Celine Dion. You let your thoughts take over and began feeling bad for Jack Dawson. Personally you thought he could have survived & that there was room for both him and Rose. That whole movie was rather depressing if you did say so yourself. 

You adored it though. Such a tragic love story, but written so beautifully. The movie took such a impactful event in history and romanticized it the perfect amount so it doesn’t stray away from the fact that the sinking of the Titanic was indeed a rather melancholy occurrence. You were stripped from your thoughts when the elevator came to a sudden stop. You straightened your posture and walked through the doors ready to take on the day ahead of you. 

“Ah, you must be L/n, F/n! I’m Jung Hoseok which I’m sure Mr. Kim told you, however if he didn’t than I must formally introduce myself.” He was smiling- beaming even and you enjoyed the positivity greatly and he put his hand out for you to shake which you did.  

So with a smile of your own you responded, “Nice to meet you! I just want to thank you in advance for all of your assistance on this promotion.” You dropped his hand and he bowed. 

“No need to thank me! Just doing my job. Now the office here is not so different from the one in Seoul… only difference is you’re working with more foreigners than anything. However, French people are evidently easy to work with and they cooperate because they like to get things done efficiently. Mr. Kim wants our first task to be trying to entrap new clientele.. I’m not entirely sure why, but half of me thinks he just wants us to scour Paris on our first day. Don’t tell him I said that,” He stopped briefly and tapped his chin as if in thought. “Ah and Jimin will take you to the rented house that you’ll be living in. Completely paid for by the company so no need to worry about funds unless for food.” You nodded. Though that was a lot of information to take in so quickly you respected his efficiency. 

“Thank you Hoseok, you’ve truly been the most helpful thus far. Now Jimin tells me that there’s an artwalk close by the Lourve… do you know how far the museum is from here? Is it walking distance or might I have to rent a Vespa?” You inquired. You really were anxious, but you were more intrigued at the possibility of seeing one of Taehyung’s pictures and you know what they say; go big or go home. And you just left home so going big was the obvious choice here.  

“Ah yes it truly is a sight at night. It’s a 15 minute walk for the “average” walker, but you don’t seem to be an average walker so roughly 10 minutes by foot. It really depends on the speed in which you walk.” He rambled on. You found it admirable more than anything else though. 

“Thank you again Hoseok, I’ll see you tomorrow for the first official day of work… well in the office that is.” You smiled at him and he returned the smile with no hesitation. He bowed at you and walked off. The hard part wasn’t necessarily even going to the artwalk itself, the hard part would be not to breakdown in front of all his photographs and paintings because you know there is always a message behind what Taehyung does… you just weren’t emotionally ready to deal with it as of yet. 

2 hours later… 

You were getting ready for the artwalk when you got a notification to your phone; a text from Yoongi. You were expecting it sooner or later you just didn’t think it’d be this much later. 

[Yoongles]: How’s the city of love going for ya? 

[You]: there’s currently no loving over here, but for everyone else? I’m sure they’re doing superb :p 

[Yoongles]: Ah, don’t be such a Debby Downer baby sis. You got this! So how was the first day? Hectic? Tiring? Boring? Dreadful? 

[You]: None of the above actually. It was hardly a first day because well all I did was visit headquarters and met my two assistants, but other then that? It was a pretty calm and chill day. 

[You]: Oh and I’m going to visit an artwalk later… for no particular reason at all of course, but you know me! I love me some art :) 

[Yoongles]: Y/n… do you think me a fool? (don’t answer that it was rhetorical) 

[Yoongles]: You think I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours? You hope to see a work of he who shall not be named. 

[You]: I never implied that you didn’t know what was going through my head,,, as a matter of fact I was hoping you did! 

[Yoongles]: There’s nothing I can say that’ll convince you NOT to go I’m assuming… just be careful and if by chance- or fate whatever you choose to call it.. You see him? Don’t resort to drinking make sure you call me immediately. Otherwise.. Have fun <3. 

[You]: Yes Sir! <3 

You turned your phone off and sighed anxiously. You want to believe you’ll be fine, but there is still a chance that you may have to see Taehyung. And while it hasn’t been too long of a time well it’s still been a long time. 365 days? Yeah a very long time in your book. You’d hope that the first time you saw him he wouldn’t be too angry with you, but knowing Taehyung you knew that was wishful thinking. He wasn’t one to forgive easily- especially when it came to his feelings about something. What would he do when he saw you? That same thought was constant in your head and it was one of your biggest worries. However, you hoped for the best. You flinched at the sound of your doorbell ringing knowing it was more than likely Jimin coming to pick you up.  

“Coming! Give me a second just going to make sure that everything is off!” You took a quick skim of your apartment and took a deep breath for the nth time this night. To say you were nervous would be the understatement of the century, but you were hopeful. You believed in destiny and you hoped destiny wouldn’t let you down. 

You opened the door and saw- not Jimin but Jungkook? He looked up from his phone and gave you a bright smile which you caught yourself almost cooing at. 

“Jimin told me to extend his apology for not being able to make it tonight he was needed back in the office for preparation things. But I will happily escort you to the artwalk Ms. Y/n.” He bowed to which you immediately shook your head at. 

“No need for the formalities Jungkook. Thank you for your consideration. Let’s go shall we?” To which he stepped to the side extending his arm and nodding the same way fancy waiters do when taking you to your booth. Jungkook closed the door behind you and so the adventure began. 

“What are you most excited about seeing?” Jungkook inquired. You found it admirable that he would make small talk during this walk therefore the silence wouldn’t make everything so awkward. You knew you couldn’t really tell him that this was some sort of way to stalk your ex-bestfriend to see how his art has either changed or not changed from when you guys were teenagers, but you didn’t want to lie either. 

“An old friend of mine? Well, his name has been big in the world of art lately so I wanted to see if there was a chance I’d see some of his works in local artwalks. He’s always been such a great artist even when we were teenagers so I’m sure he’s been recognized enough around the world.” Jungkook just nodded in response. “Anything you’re particularly interested in?” You countered. 

“I like photography, but like vintage and candid. Photography has always been a hobby of mine, but I like the corporate world more which confuses a lot of people.” He shrugged. 

“That’s very admirable. Maybe in the future I can see some of your pictures if I’m not imposing of course.” You smiled to which he returned. As you were roaming the streets of Paris you noticed why this was such a tourist spot. The nights were exceptionally beautiful and you enjoyed the finer things in life such as a beautiful night under the stars. The stars in Paris definitely shined brighter which you loved. 

“Ah here we are it’s past that alley there.” He pointed in an alley where you heard a violin and other instruments. All of a sudden you were overcame with nerves… what if Taehyung was there? What would his reaction be to you admiring his art after you messed with his heart? Would he mind? Your mind was running every scenario possible (Pipe down Doctor Strange) and of course your own subconsciousness was against you and thought this whole interaction could go wrong rather than right. Why did you decide to give up the alcoholic life again?! 

You inhaled and exhaled deeply before smiling up at Jungkook. “Let’s go shall we?” He nodded and led the way. As soon as you reached the alley you were overcome with the smell of fresh French pastry and music. It was honestly the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Your eyes lit up in admiration as soon as artwork came into your view. There were different types ranging from abstract to realism even cubism which you heard was hard to perfect. “Wow.” You sighed out loud. 

“Yeah it’s all very beautiful a lot of these pieces took artists months if not years to finish.” Jungkook explained while admiring some photography. 

“I’m going to explore more, if you need me just text me and we can regroup and vice versa.” He nodded and you walked off. Anxiety and excitement both filling you as you were ready to possibly see some of Taehyung’s work. As you were admiring you noticed a painting that looked familiar and sure enough… V was signed at the bottom right of the portrait. I mean of course it looked familiar… It was you. Tears welled up in your eyes. How did he manage to make you look better with nothing but paint and a canvas? You really loved this man. While you were awestruck you hadn’t noticed the artist himself a mere 2 feet away.. Simply admiring you as you admired his favorite painting. 

Taehyung’s POV: 

All feeling of resentment left Taehyung as he saw you. You looked amazing under the moonlight and lanterns and his heart began racing as if he was a teenager loving you from a distance all over again. This whole year he worked on nothing else but this portrait and seeing your reaction made all that time worth it. In his mind he knew that you would be reunited, but he sure didn’t think it’d be this soon. But is it really that soon if he counted the days he was left without seeing your smile? He wasn’t sure if he should talk to you or not because he didn’t want to possibly say the wrong thing. While he spent this time missing you he also had a lot of pent up anger and resentment towards you. It was a rational reaction he thought.. At least when you weren’t in front of him, but now he’s not so sure. He was about to walk away and leave you to it, but you looked up and he got lost in your eyes. Curse your keen instincts… You always did have a good gut feeling when someone was staring at you. Taehyung didn’t break the eye contact even as his heart got heavy and memories began rushing back in his mind 10 fold. He couldn’t. Your eyes stared back into his and your mouth was slightly agape. It seemed you two were the only ones in the world at that moment and it was as if the Earth itself stopped rotating. It was as though neither of you wanted to ruin whatever on Earth this trance was so you remained still. Staring. 

Somehow in the midst of all this staring Taehyung’s legs moved and he was in front of you. Tall as ever. Still no words were spoken… until Taehyung decided he had stared enough and reached his hand up and caressed your cheek softly resting his palm there for a second. “Y/n… I’ve missed you.” Were the first words he said to you. Taehyung let his mouth speak for him before his mind could catch up. 

“Taehyung.” You said softly now holding his hand that was on your cheek. 

Both of you knew there was tons to speak about but right now in this moment you both thought it could wait a bit. You were in your own old world now and you both wanted to remain there before you had to face the music and face decisions that could possibly alter any sense of normalcy. 

No, that’s for fantasy.. This is real life. 

Reader POV: 

“No… I can’t just pretend everything is okay. You hurt me Y/n.. hurt me too much. It took a lot for me to even confess and you turned me down, I understand why, but no. I’m going to need time before I can just jump back into our regular selves.” Taehyung removed his hand from your cheek and immediately you missed the warmth his hand brought you. You gulped before deciding to speak. 

“I know Taehyung trust me I know. But we both needed that time. I dealt with my alcoholism and I’m better. I wanted to be better so that when we found each other again I could be someone worthy of your love. I know it was selfish of me, but I wanted you to pursue your dream here in Paris. But NOT while I was an alcoholic who couldn’t go a day without drinks. I’ve been sober for the past 365 days. You inspired me to be better and I’m so so grateful for you. You’ve made a big name for yourself and I’ve never been more proud. I love you. More than what you may think. Take the time you need, I’ll wait for you no matter what.” You wiped a stray tear from your cheek and took a step back. Taehyung didn’t respond rather he pulled you into a tight embrace and gave you a kiss on the forehead. 

“Tomorrow. Meet me at the Eiffel Tower. 8 pm. Sharp. If you’re not there I will leave and we won’t have the much needed conversation we need to have.” And with that he walked off into the night without a glance back. You were shaking, but hopeful. 

Tomorrow at 8 pm would change everything. You were sure. 

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Ot7 x Y/n Scenario: Crack Chat pt.2

Chat Warnings: Futile attempt at humor(?), BTS being weirdos (some more than others), Namjoon has had enough(What else is new?), A shit ton of movie references ;), Strong language!

You: What's been popping hopping?? (sent 00:04am)

Hobi: ?? (sent 00:06am)

Kook: I am confusion... (sent 00:08am)

Joon: Nothing is new. Except my newfound adoration for the multiverse :) (sent 00:10am)

Jinnie: You've got to stop watching so much Marvel. It's making you lose your marbles.. (sent 00:12am)

Yoongles: The real question is why are all of you texting this shit at 12 in the goddamn morning. Did we all not say our goodbyes and goodnights like 10 mins ago?? (sent 00:14am)

You: We did, but I missed you guys :( My apartment is lonely while you guys aren't here and it's making me sad.. (sent 00:16am)

Jiminie: Y/n you know all you have to do is text or call and we'll be there.. No reason to be sad :( (sent 00:18am)

Tae: Yeah because 9 times out of 10 I'm as bored as you are when watching Brokeback Mountain. Which is still blasphemous to me by the way. (sent 00:20am)

You: That movie gets relatively more boring the more you watch it.. It's overwatched. (sent 00:22am)

Jinnie: Yet you've watched Rose let go of Jack about 2000 times and still cry every damn time you watch that movie. (sent 00:14am)

Joon: I'll never get over the fact that Iron Man is dead... In my mind he's still alive... (sent 00:16am)

Kook: WHAT?!! Iron Man is dead?? (sent 00:18am)

Hobi: Kook where the fuck have you been since 2019. He died almost 3 years ago now... (sent 00:20am)

Yoongles: We knew this guy's life is quite literally his his videogames he doesn't even care for cinematic experiences. (sent 00:22am)

Jinnie: Factual. (sent 00:24am)

Kook: I- my feelings are hurt :( (sent 00:26am)

Joon: You get hurt, hurt em back you get killed? Walk it off. (sent 00:28am)

Jiminie: Definitely one of the best Captain America quotes. (sent 00:30am)

You: Taehyung I want you to paint me like one of your French girls. (sent 00:32am)

Tae: WHAAT??! That oughta start something you can't finish and we both know it. (sent 00:34am)

Jinnie: Don't get all giddy yet Tae, she's quoting Rose Dewitt Bukater rn (sent 00:36am)

Tae: Kill my vibe, why don't you? Not like my happiness matters at all to you. (sent 00:38am)

Hobi: That is precisely why he told you. You get too excited about such things. (sent 00:40am)

You: OKAY... maybe I was quoting Rose Dewitt Bukater, but I do intend to have a nude painting of myself made within the next 10 business days. (sent 00:42am)

Kook: Well, give me a paintbrush and call me Van Gogh xD (sent 00:44am)

Jiminie: So do you have an anger problem? (sent 00:46am)

You: Damn right I have an anger problem (sent 00:48am)

Joon: Do you think you're entitled to said anger? (sent 00:50am)

You: That's like asking me if I'm entitled to being hungry.. (sent 00:52am)

Kook: I understood that reference (sent 00:52am)

Yoongles: W movie. Taraji P. Henson can act her ass off!! (sent 00:54am)

Jinnie: That was Acrimony right?? (sent 00:56am)

You: Nah it was "What Men Want" Seokjin. (sent 00:58am)

Jinnie: Jeez, no need for the sarcasm dudette. I was just making sure. (sent 01:00am)

Tae: Now you know how I feel. I didn't even know you guys were quoting a movie. (sent 01:02am)

Kook: HAHA! You were lost like I was when everyone was talking about Encanto. Which indeed is one of the best movies ever! (sent 01:04am)

You: At your big age you haven't seen Acrimony @ Tae (sent 01:06am)

Tae: I'm only 26! What gives??! (sent 01:08am)

Yoongles: What gives is you've had almost 4 years to watch that movie... Kook's seen it and he's younger than you. You should be ashamed of yourself. (sent 01:10am)

Hobi: Yoongi, I've got to say your newfound appreciation for cinema is definitely a breath of fresh air if I do say so myself. (sent 01:12am)

Jiminie: Agreed. It's good to see you expanding your horizons. (sent 01:14am)

Yoongles: It's Y/n's pussy juice I promise!! (sent 01:16am)

You: WHAt in the FUCk did you just say?!!! (sent 01:18am)

Joon: Be in a poly relationship they said, it'll be fun they said... (sent 01:20am)

Kook: LOL!! Yoongi you not lying there hyung. xD (sent 01:22am)

Tae: Y/n I just want to say I have the utmost respect for you and I'll never talk about you in such a derogatory way. (sent 01:24am)

You: Thank you Taehyung. (sent 01:26am)

Joon: Once in a lifetime means there's no second chance - Troy Bolton, High School Musical 2, "Everyday" (sent 01:28am)

Jinnie: Joon how in this universe was that even remotely necessary???? (sent 01:30am)

Hobi: JEON JUNGKOOK!!!!! (sent 01:32am)

Kook: Oy vey, what now ?! (sent 01:34am)

Hobi: Now I'm all for embarrassing the shit out of any of you guys, but I feel you will NEVER live this down if I shall expose this shit!! (sent 01:36am)

Jinnie: Spill. (sent 01:38am)

Yoongles: Spill. (sent 01:38am)

Joon: Oh no. (01:40am)

Jiminie: Spill. (sent 01:40am)

Tae: Spill. (sent 01:42am)

You: Spill. (sent 01:42am)

Kook: I'm shameless so I really don't care.(sent 01:44am)

Hobi: Oh? (sent 01:46am)

Hobi: Wanna explain to Y/n & everyone else why you have 5 pairs of Y/n's underwear in your sock drawer?? (sent 01:46am)

Joon: OH FUCK (sent 01:48)

Jinnie: MY FUCKING (sent 01:50am)

Yoongles: FUCKING FUCK (sent 01:52am)

Jiminie: FUCKITY (sent 01:54am)

Tae: FUCKING (sent 01:56am)

You: fuck. (sent 01:58am)

*Kook has left "7 men and 1 woman"*

Hobi: Anyway. (sent 02:00am)

Joon: Is there an out of this relationship? (sent 02:02am)

Jinnie: Well then. (sent 02:04am)

Yoongles: I am sleep. (sent 02:06am)

Tae: Sheesh. (sent 02:08am)

Jiminie: The sky is quite the sight. (sent 02:10am)

You: I'll be taking my leave. (sent 02:12am)

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Started: 01/17/22

Last updated: 07/27/22

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