HOW COME I MISSED THIS SERIES!!????

HOW COME I MISSED THIS SERIES!!????

Brushes And Beats chapter 14

pairing: JiminxReader

genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

trope: enemies to lovers

:Did you ever fell in love and planned out a future?:

Y/n's pov

8 years ago,

I just turned 18,

Enrolled in a demanding university program, juggling coursework, exams, and the pressures of a part-time job. Life was a whirlwind of rush and ceaseless responsibilities.

But amidst the everyday chaos and the whirlwind that was life, there was one constant, one center to my ever-spinning world there was— Min Yoongi, my haven in the storm.

Yoongi and I were both lost in the same turbulent tide of life, juggling academia and work, sacrificing sleep for last-minute revisions, him making music and me still trying to figure out warm tones and cool tones and yet, somewhere in that perpetually chaotic dance, we found each other. He became my anchor in the vast, turbulent sea of deadlines and commitments. He was the calm, soothing rhythm that pacified the incessant roar of life, always there, always bolstering me. Yoongi and I became inseparable, supporting each other through our triumphs and failures, celebrating our achievements together and consoling each other during times of defeat.

Here on this rainy afternoon, just us, nestled in the quiet corner of our favorite old, dimly lit coffee shop. The rain gently tapped on the windowpane, strumming a mesmerizing tune that came to underscore our hushed whispers of dreams and love.

His hands, calloused from hours at his part-time job, yet remarkably warm, cradled a steaming mug. "Do you remember that little house on the outskirts of town, the one with the red door and white picket fence?" he asked, a dreamy look in his eyes.

"The one near the cherry blossom park? Yes", I responded, my heart fluttering as Yoongi's smile grew wider.

"That's where we'll live. We'll have kids and maybe a rambunctious little beagle named Whiskers," he mused, the future he described sounded like a sweet lullaby. "Wahh so cheesy," I teased, taking a sip of my latte. But deep down, my heart swelled with warmth at the thought of building a future with Yoongi, a future filled with love and laughter.

When he spoke those words, they echoed in the chambers of my heart resonating with my deepest dreams and desires. He dazzled my thoughts with images of gleeful children, loud laughter echoing through our small yet charming home, the testament of our eternal bond.

Every word Yoongi breathed swirled into an exquisite symphony of dedication, hope, and unwavering love that gracefully composed our shared dreams. An image of our little safe haven, where love wasn't a fleeting emotion but a profound promise. His dreams intertwined perfectly with mine, stringing together a beautiful symphony of hope, love, and dedication. A future I yearned for, a future I saw myself living, breathing in every moment that held Yoongi's essence.

I loved him. More than words could encapsulate, more than actions could demonstrate. I saw my world mirrored in his eyes, my dreams woven intricately with his. Catching my breath felt impossible when he played a melody on his old piano, his fingers dancing on the keys, each note twining around my heart. He was etched into my soul, a vital part of me as essential as breathing. His importance in my life was as profound as the earth needs the sun, irreplaceable, an impetus I relied upon unknowingly but consistently. Every beat my heart echoed extolled his essence, it was a dance of melancholic delight, a ballad of adoration only for him. Simply said, without him, I felt incomplete. Void of life's charm.

My feelings for Yoongi were as profound and intense as the infinite universe itself. He was my world, and his eyes reflected that perfect world we were building together. His love was the melody my heart danced to, jumping at every note, swaying to the rhythm of our shared interstellar symphony. His importance

I saw a world illuminated by his love, our shared aspirations fueling my perseverance. And at that moment, nestled in the rhythmic patter of rain, in the warmth

3 years later,

Our shared dreams have begun to take shape, painting a picture of a future filled with love, laughter, and countless memories. Every day, as I wake up next to Yoongi, I am reminded of the immense love and gratitude I have for him. But, something changed, Yoongi changed over the course of three years. He became distant, his eyes losing the sparkle that once ignited my soul.

Our once harmonious symphony of love now played discordant notes, leaving me confused and longing for the connection we once had. Over the years, as we grew closer and shared our hopes and dreams, our love flourished, creating a bond that seemed unbreakable. However, as time went on, a subtle shift occurred, and our once inseparable hearts grew apart. I found myself grappling with a mix of emotions - hurt, confusion, and a desperate longing to bring back the love we once had.I yearned to understand what had caused this change in Yoongi, to unravel the layers of unspoken words and unexpressed feelings that had built a wall between us.

My heart pounded relentlessly against my rib cage as I walked towards Yoongi in the dimly-lit studio. It was evident that he was engrossed in his work, the tapping of his fingers on the laptop keyboard resonant in the otherwise silent studio. His brows furrowed in concentration as he leaned closer to the screen, uncaring of anything outside the realm of his music.

"Yoongi," I called softly, trying to break through his intense focus. My voice seemed to startle him, causing his fingers to pause and his gaze to dart nervously to me.

"What are you doing here, Y/n?" His words were terse; his tone colder than the room's chilly air. His friendly demeanor seemed to have dissolved, replaced by a harsh demeanour I barely recognised. His icy response lanced my heart.

"I... I brought you dinner," I stuttered out, extending the tiffin box I had brought with me. I forced out a smile, thinly veiled by my shock at his unexpected harshness.

"I didn't ask for it," he scoffed, eyes darting back to his laptop screen, his fingers resuming their rhythmic dance on the keys. His dismissive remark hit me hard, the falling sting painful and suffocating.

"Yoongi, what has gotten..."

"Can't you understand, Y/n? I'm busy!" He snapped, not bothering to look at me, his attention solely focused on his work.

His harsh words, his cold indifference were debilitating. A lump formed in my throat, choking me as I grappled to comprehend his behavior. The caring Yoongi I knew seemed lost, replaced by this stranger whose words felt more frigid than comfort.

Silently, I left the tiffin on a nearby table and exited the room, leaving Yoongi with his work and my heart with a sharp pain that refused to subside. I couldn't shake off the bitter tang of rejection and the unfamiliar iciness from Yoongi's words. This sudden change in Yoongi, it was alien and unsettling. It was a painful contrast to the warm, loving relationship we once shared and cherished. 

we were lost...

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and yet the distance between Yoongi and me only seemed to widen. There was a palpable tension whenever we were in the same room together, our interactions reduced to mere formalities and awkward silences. I found solace in my work as a makeup artist, throwing myself into the bustling world of fashion and beauty to escape the heartache that plagued me every time I saw Yoongi. However there was someone who would keep me distracted, Park Jimin.

As I stepped onto the set, I was immediately pulled into the whirlwind of lights, clothes, and laughter that was a photo shoot. And right in the middle of it all, like the eye of a hurricane, stood Park Jimin, mischief sparkling in his eyes.

"Just keep watching," he assured his fellow bandmates, before launching himself across the set in a comically exaggerated fall. A chorus of laughter rang through the studio, mine being the most resonant of all.

"Jimin, you're like a two-year-old on a sugar high! Calm down!" I scolded, trying to keep a straight face.

He simply shrugged innocently, his giggles infecting everyone around us with merry laughter. During our break, he managed to sneak up behind the photographer and perfectly mimic his serious gaze and exaggerated hand gestures.

"I think we need to capture the... essence of the soul!" Jimin pronounced, in a highfalutin tone, causing another round of chuckles.

Shaking my head, I tried to feign exasperation. "You're impossible."

His grin widened. "But you're still laughing."

Throughout the day, Jimin's playful pranks tested my patience and my work ethic. When I opened my makeup kit to find my high-quality brushes replaced with oversized, novelty powder puffs, I almost lost it.

"Jimin!" I yelled, holding up one of the ridiculous tools.

"Did I do that?" he responded, grinning ear-to-ear, a look of faux guilt in his eyes.

Despite his antics, I couldn't help but be drawn toward this captivating, hilariously entertaining character. Moments of quiet intensity, when he was lost in a song or a dance routine, added richness to his goofball persona and touched my heart in a way I didn't see coming.

Who would have thought that I'd find comfort in this chaos, that his contagious laughter and silly pranks would end up being my haven amidst the storm. And maybe, just maybe, the sudden flutter in my heart whenever he smiled my way was a sign that something was beginning to change.

Maybe coming back wasn't a bad idea...

to be continued...

chapter 13 || chapter 15

I CANT BELIEVE I MISSED OUT 11,12 and 13 CHAPTERS LIKE???!!!!!! anw awesome work again!

Brushes And Beats chapter 11

pairing: JiminxReader

genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

trope: enemies to lovers

:that awkward moment when you are caught in a lie:

It was clear to me that Jimin had feelings for me, so clear that it scared me, my chest tightens as I replay our encounter over and over in my mind. "Stop Y/n, you are not going through it again" I chastised myself, I am not ready to start anything with anyone Hell I don't even know I'll ever be. Huffing leaned back in my chair staring at the city lights, The weather is windy, it's nice, it's peaceful as I watch the bustling streets below.

It wouldn't work between us anyway, Once his fans or the media or even his manager finds out about any of these...It's over, and I'll be left alone all over again.

Maybe all he wants is a one-time thing.

No matter how much time has passed, no matter how much I've moved on from my past, No matter how many chances I had for romance and love, Yoongi always was in the back of my mind reminding me of my scars.

Hell, I would have been married to him if it weren't for his betrayal, maybe by this time we would have had babies as we planned, just what went wrong between us? I don't think I'll be able to start anything new until I've finally let go of my past without any unanswered questions or lingering thoughts of what if.

It won't just be fair to anyone involved.

pathetic

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Checked tablecloth and candles. Romantic music and I dolled up nicely in a red dress and lipstick. The only thing keeping me from dozing off is the little sharp nervous feeling in my stomach when I think of the inevitable kiss with this person.

name: Jason Smith

Job: Resturant Manager

A slice of panic opens in my gut. I can't believe I'm actually doing this.

"What are your plans for the future?" he asked, his gaze fixated on me with a glimmer of anticipation. "umm...I do plan on opening my own makeup studio someday" I reply, trying to ignore the unease that settling in my heart.

"Y/n," he began, "I've heard about you. You must be in demand in the industry,"

His words were kind, but I was unusually distant, my mind elsewhere. "You could say that, I have been doing this for 6 years" I answered, forcing a polite smile, "The world of makeup artists is small, so not much to compete with."

Jason laughed, a rich, hearty sound that normally would have put me at ease, but not tonight. I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and it did, sooner than expected.

"Oh Y/n, a beautiful, successful woman like you deserves the best. Something more luxurious than your eyeshadow palette." His words, meant to be complimentary, hit the wrong chords, and I saw red.

I suppressed an annoyed sigh, taking a deep breath instead. Repeating a critique similar to Jimin had made felt strange coming out of Jason's mouth.

"Jason, last time I checked, you weren’t the make-up police." It was a feeble attempt to lighten the mood, but his laughter sounded forced.

When he tried to interject with his opinions on skincare next, I cut him off. "Jason, we're here for a relaxed dinner, aren't we? Let's keep it that way."

His nod of acknowledgment did nothing to soothe my agitated nerves. The rest of the evening passed in an awkward pretense of a date, our conversation a stilted exchange of pleasantries, each moment more taxing than the previous one.

As the night ended, I bid him goodbye, knowing in my heart that the date was the first and the last. I walked home, the night's cacophony fading into silence, and Jimin's teasing face swam into my mind. A nightmarishly engaging co-worker, a constant pain. But as I recalled our moments together, I wondered if my date had already ruined any chance of seeing him differently. Was I already too late?

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Name: Mark Hudson

Job: Auto-mobile engineer

"I don't really appreciate women doing jobs"

Oh God, did he really just say that?

yes, yes he did

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Name: Luke Thompson

Job: Accountant

"I never understood why anyone would choose career paths in arts, OH I'm not saying it's a bad thing...I just personally don't find it practical"

"I see" I replied, gritting my teeth as I resisted the urge to roll my eyes

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Name: Craige Williams

Job: Dentist

"And then he vomited all over my chair! I guess some people just can't handle dental work"

I looked down at my corn soup...It looks like vomit...

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Name: Kim Seok Jin

Job: Surgeon

"I really don't know how you can stomach all the blood when you do your job" I replied to his medical traumas he shared "Trust me, It wasn't easy for me at first, but you get used to it over time" Jin paused, for a moment "what do you call the most detail-oriented ocean?"

"What?" I looked at Jin, confused "Uhh, not sure " he grinned "The Pacific!" with that, he burst into laughter, his joke wasn't funny but his laugh was infectious and I couldn't help but mirror it.

Finally a nice guy

"You must get all the juiciest gossip from your clients," Jin asked with a playful grin, "Why are you curious?" I replied with a coy smile, "Not really, but it would be interesting to know all the tea besides I bet it won't beat the dramas from the hospital" As the conversation continued, I found myself drawn to Jin's charismatic personality and genuine interest in getting to know me. We shared stories and laughed, finding common ground in our love for helping people.

The night came to an end and I found myself walking back to my apartment with a smile on my face. He wanted to drop me home but I rejected it as his own house was in the opposite direction.

ring ring

I pulled out my phone and saw Jin's name flashing on the screen, "Hello?"

"Did you make it home safely?" Jin's concern for my well-being warmed my heart as I responded, "Yes, I made it home safely. Thank you for asking, Jin. I had a wonderful time tonight."

"No the pleasure's mine, I couldn't say it then I was too caught up thinking I might make you feel awkward but you looked stunning tonight," he confesses hastily, caught off guard by his compliment, I felt a rush of warmth spread through my cheeks."Do you perhaps want to grab dinner again sometime?"

"yes, I would love to"

Guilt

That was the emotion I was feeling when I agreed on the second date, He shouldn't be played like this, he is a nice guy...wait...Jimin wouldn't know if I kissed anyone or not, He wouldn't know anything about my feelings unless I tell him,

I do not have to kiss anyone, I just have to say

"The kiss was amazing"

Jimin squinted his eyes at me as we stood face to face in the green room....his lips slowly curled up "Thank you, Birdy," he replied with a smug grin, as he stepped closer to me and brushed a strand of air behind my ear, his touch felt like an electric spark causing me to jump to the other side "What?? NO, I HAD A DATE LAST NIGHT" panic rose within me "we kissed and it was incredible!"

His grin widened, "I know when you lie Birdy, not working" I froze, my heart pounding, "You are sweating, I see you gulping from time to time, you won't maintain eye contact and your skirt is wrinkled by your clenched fist" My mind raced, trying to come up with a plausible explanation but it was clear that Jimin had figured me out.

knock knock

"Is Y/n here?" Zara came to my rescue "Y-yeah! here!" I waved my hand "OH you have a parcel, Someone sent you roses!!" Bingo.

"AAHAHAHA" I fanned my hand over my mouth as I walked across the room maintaining eye contact with Jimin, I could see his smug expression dropping "Oh my!!! they are perfect!!" I squeal trying to convince Jimin there is someone in my life "Who sent them?!" Zara asked excited,

I did...I ordered them myself

"My date"

Confusion and disappointment clouded Jimin's face, as he realized I was not lying to him after all,

Y/n:01 Jimin:00

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The feeling of euphoria washed over me as I walked away from Jimin, knowing that I had successfully diverted his attention and kept my secret safe.

No boys No problems.

The tea I was sipping never tasted better than it did in the moment of victory as per the deal he will leave me alone and won't pry into my personal life anymo-

"A bouquet of roses, cost: $10, recipient: Kim Y/n ordered by: Kim Y/n"

A sense of dread washed over me as I turned to see Jimin standing behind me, waving a receipt in his hand.

NOOOOOOOO

Y/n:01 Jimin:01

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Jimin's POV

Who the hell did she kiss?? I do remember telling everyone To. NOT. Kiss, OH NO she might have gone on a date with someone else, I hurridly opened the group chat and typed "GUYS EMERGENCY"

Mark: What

Luke: Whats up? Your girl rejected you?

Craige: LOL

Taehyung: EHEHE

Jungkook: oh wow

Jason: Whoa, what's going on?

Jimin: ANYONE OF YOU WENT ON A DATE WITH HER LAST NIGHT?

silence followed

Jason: nope

Mark: Nah

Taehyung: SHE DIDNT EVEN SWIPE RIGHT ON ME

Jungkook: She seenzoned me

Luke: we haven't seen her in days

Craige: I was out of town, so definitely not me.

Jimin's heart sank as he scrolled through the messages, realizing that none of his friends had gone on a date with Y/n.

Luke: What happened?

Jimin: SHE KISSED SOMEONE AND HE SENT ROSES TO HER

Craige: I TOLD YOU NOT A GOOD IDEA

Mark: wow

Jungkook: That's unexpected

Jimin's mind started racing, trying to piece together who Y/n could have gone on a date with.

Taehyung: wait, send me your girl's picture again

Jimin: wait

Taehyung: HEY, SHE IS THE ONE WHO ORDERED FLOWERS THIS MORNING, Roses Right??

Jimin: YES

Taehyung: Girl was outside my shop from 6 am, Can you believe that?!

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, Well played Birdy

Taehyung: If you check the envelope with the flowers You may find a receipt from the flower shop

It was lunchbreak meaning the green room is empty, My heart was pounding in my chest as I rushed to the green room to confirm Tae's theory, The flowers were lying next to her bag,

There is an envelope with a receipt from the flower shop.

Joy erupted from my lungs, as I twirled across the room THANK YOU, GOD. I walked through the cafeteria, and

Target spotted

Hello there.

to be continued...

chapter 10 || chapter 12

Latibule Season 2: III

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which he lost his latibule.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: As promised :) Leave a comment or reblog if you enjoy!

GIF by urmingirl

Masterlist, Latibule 2.II

Taehyung looked up from his cellphone to his eldest hyung that was currently cooking their dinner. He pouted when he was not given the appropriate amount of attention he should be given. Honestly, he deserved it! After a moment when he still did not get what he wanted, he finally asked the question he had been dying to know the answer to.

“Hyung, is it always like that?”

“Hmm? Like what, Tae?” he asked while chopping diligently the vegetables the renowned doctor was preparing for a certain psychologist and his brothers that insisted they were hungry as well.

“When it ends…does it always hurt like that?”

Seokjin blinked at Taehyung’s unprompted question. He paused before he finally brought his eyes to the actor. He knew that the younger man had always been eccentric. His clinical condition definitely explained his behavior, but not this. He was never curious about the emotions he couldn’t feel, nor did he ever show any interest on understanding emotions. As the years passed by, Kim Taehyung got better at masking and pretending by learning the root causes of the emotions he could see. The brothers had always thought that this was precisely why he chose to be an actor. Everytime they watched him cried, laughed, or acted furious for his movies and dramas, they thought he was a different person.

Jin thought it was just understandable why he dropped the knife he was holding.

“What brought this on?”

“He-“ he lifted his mobile phone to show Jin the picture Jimin snapped of their Yoongi hyung looking like he had lost all his will to live. Taehyung found it so ridiculous that Jimin even made a collage of him and a cat that depicted their hyung. “-looks like breathing is a chore and is only fighting to live so he can end his enemies.”

Jin would have laughed had this happened before he met his sunshine. But now, the mere thought of her leaving set him on edge, and he knew he would be similar to Yoongi if not worse. Slowly, he picked up his knife as he carefully chose his words. He was always like this with Taehyung ever since he knew that something was not quite right in his mind, well…more than any of them, to be honest. The younger man took things at face value, and all the brothers knew to talk in a straightforward manner so there wouldn’t be any confusion on Taehyung’s part.

He kidded you not, once when they were still teenagers, they asked him to go ahead and get them a table in a restaurant. He left without any qualms only to return not an hour later carrying a big ass table from a restaurant. That was a horrifying memory, Jin thought, and that was when they all decided to change the way they talked. It was Namjoon that took it too far and enrolled the man in a body language class to better cope with society. However, it was Jungkook that forced him to take psychology classes with him for fun.

“I think it’s different,” Jin started, busying himself once again with cooking. “Yoongi never has love like that, I guess. It’s understandable that he acts like a sad lonely cat.”

Seokjin could still clearly remember how Yoongi looked at you. It was like you were all he ever wanted and more, like you were his reprieve from the darkness in his life. You were, as he called you, an angel to him. And then he lost you.

“Why?”

“Well…she’s his personal slice of heaven,” he answered, his voice contemplative and understanding of what Yoongi was going through. Jin paused in his chopping, a thoughtful expression crossing his features as he carefully considered his words. “And he’s been living in hell the very moment he was born. What do you think would happen if he was given a taste of heaven and then lost it?”

“Just like Hoseok hyung,” Taehyung nodded, slightly understanding the downfall of these strong men.

“Seriously, you are all worse than the ahjummas who love to talk about other people’s lives. Be better than that, guys,” Kim Namjoon observed with his deadpanned voice as soon as he walked in the kitchen. He took in the scene of the two men conversing and the other man quietly eating the snack Jin prepared him.

Jin scoffed as he rolled his eyes at Namjoon. “As if you wouldn’t react like that when your secretary finally resigns.”

To which, Namjoon only smirked. “Who says she can leave?”

“How will you stop her and her son if the father finally shows up?”

Namjoon, with his hand in his pocket, calmly uttered words that no normal people would believe to have any other meaning. “Well, as you said, the dead don’t exactly come back to life, do they?”

 Jin chuckled at Namjoon. Of course, he did something about that man. It was apparent, he thought. He could still vividly remember the look in Namjoon’s eyes when he told him that his secretary was pregnant and that the asshole of a father even put his hands on her. Suffice to say, it was the most unhinged Namjoon ever was.

“I think Namjoon will be the worst among us if he ever loses the love of his life,” Jin noted with lightness in his voice.

“Nah,” Jungkook finally lifted his head from his bowl. “I sincerely think it’ll be Taehyung.”

The conversation never left Jeon Jungkook’s mind. Anyway, he didn’t need anyone to tell him to do this. He did this out of the bond he shared with his brothers. Had this happened to any among them, he would have done the same.

He thought that it was cruel to let them experience the same hell he had been living every single day.

And so, he worked tirelessly and utilized every available technology and connection he had just to look for Yoongi’s angel. When he said she was alive, when he said he felt in his heart that you could have not gone where he couldn’t follow, then he’d believed him. He wouldn’t lose anything by looking for you, Jungkook rationalized. But he didn’t want to unnecessarily get his brother’s hopes up until he had evidence that you were indeed alive.

One morning, it finally happened. There you were.

Jungkook’s eyes could not have gone any bigger as he watched the CCTV of a far province in his office.

That was you, he was sure.

Without a moment's hesitation, he reached for his phone and dialed the person he knew he could trust. "Hyung, can you come to my office?" he requested urgently, the excitement and disbelief evident in his voice.

“That’s her,” Kim Namjoon validated after a moment. He was standing beside Jungkook’s seated form as he leaned in the monitor. He was ever the image of calmness with his hand in his pocket, his suit immaculate and not a crease in sight.

Seokjin raised his brows as he sat in a relaxed manner on the couch. Jungkook didn’t even call him, yet he was here because he was, per his words, bored and that a certain sunshine was not where she should be. “So the dead can indeed come back to life,” he noted with a tone the two men couldn’t understand. “Pray tell, Namjoon-ah. Should we tell Yoongi?”

Jungkook blinked at the rising tension between the two men. Whereas Jin merely looked curious, Namjoon looked like he was looking at the end of the sword with the way his jaw was clenched. He stood up straight and took a second to answer Seokjin.

“Of course, hyung. This is a great news, after all.”

“Hmm,” Seokjin smirked, his legs crossed as though nothing could have fazed him. It was moment like this when Jungkook could see the mafia prince in his usually playful hyung. Everybody knew not to cross this man despite him appearing goofy and motherlike to them.

Jungkook thought that it would only take one momentous catastrophe for him to return to his dark persona. He didn’t want to see that, though.

“He’s suffered enough, right?” Jin asked the room with a light tone, yet his eyes pierced through Namjoon’s. “Right, Namjoon-ah?”

Seven Mississippis passed before he answered. Jungkook knew because he counted, and he hated the tension he didn’t know why was present.

“Jungkook, tell Yoongi hyung,” Namjoon ordered.

—-

Min Yoongi’s brows were pulled together as he walked in a bustling street of a faraway province. He had to drive almost four hours just because their maknae told him to be here at this exact hour, claiming that he desperately needed him to be there. However, Jungkook was not answering his phone despite numerous calls from him.

Where was even that little shit, Yoongi asked himself as he surveyed the whole place.  

Despite barely getting any sleep, he found himself in a situation where he might have to scold his youngest brother for the first time. He should have been in Seoul right now, but he couldn’t exactly say no to him. He had shit ton of things to do and yet he was indulging the youngest brother.

Maybe this was exactly why he was spoiled? Ah, but anyway, he was a good kid.

So where was he?!

He walked further into the thick of the plaza, his phone plastered in his ear as he listened to the annoying and incessant ringback tone of Jungkook. Seriously, at this day and age? His eyes roamed the area of happy locals, at which he rolled his eyes.

He was on the verge of deciding whether he should just go ahead and kill Jungkook when he finally answered.

“Where the fuck are you?” he growled over the other line, his patience running thin when the man just answered innocently.

“At Seoul, hyung-“

“Then why am I here?! I swear to heavens, if you made me drive here just to buy you a weird snack then I’ll really kill you!”

“Seokjin hyung will be mad!”

Right. The eldest was protective of the youngest. What a nuisance, he thought. “Then I’ll do it in secret.”

Jungkook chuckled nervously. He couldn’t place whether he was joking or not. His money was that if his hyung could get away with it, he’d be floating in the river at this very moment. “I asked you to go there because I have a surprise for you, hyung.”

“I don’t particularly enjoy surprises-” he began, but was swiftly interrupted.

“I know, I know. But this one, I’m sure you’ll like. This is the most beautiful, most precious, most amazing surprise ever. You’ll stop sulking and looking like a sad cat and Jimin hyung will finally stop taking badly captured and cropped photos of you and make it into a collage. Taehyung hyung will stop observing your miserable demeanor for his next movie. You’ll finally stop living like it’s such a chore and-“

His back was bumped by a force. Turning around, he prepared to glare at the perpetrator only to stop because there it was.

There was you.

It was as if the universe finally said that he had enough and stopped punishing him because he saw you when he was not even looking for you. Your mouth hanged agape, your hand going to your forehead as you murmured apologies to him.

He was stunted. No, he was bewildered.

Was this real? Or was this one of his cruel dreams again, a figment of his mind playing tricks on him?

But no.

He had been living in hell, yet moment he heard your voice, all the sufferings disappeared. This was really you. You were truly alive. He was frozen as his wildest dream was brought into life. His whole body went into a state of shock, something that he never thought could ever happen.

It didn’t really matter the years he spent without you because one touch, one word- these were all it took for him to forget the bitterness your separation brought him.

With a trembling voice, Yoongi dared to call for you. “Ange-”

But before he could say another word, you interrupted, your voice light and apologetic.

“I’m really sorry, mister. I didn’t see you,” you chuckled, slightly lifting your walking stick to explain the small accident. You bowed down at the man before going your way.

And he stood there, watching as the love of his life walked away from him, unseeing. He thought he could no longer hurt. He thought that nothing could have fazed him any longer. But he was wrong. Watching you walked, unseeing as you traversed the plaza with only your walking stick pained him.

How did this happen to you?

Was it because of the incident?

Was that why you couldn’t return to him? Because you weren’t able to?

Or did he miss all the glaring signs?

Slowly, he lifted the old phone you gifted him years ago to his ear. “You didn’t stop looking for her?”

Jungkook was quiet for a moment. “Well…I would never wish this hell on anyone, much less my brother,” he stated, his voice carrying a certain tone of sadness they often heard from him. “Go get her, hyung.”

The bustling city streets faded into a blur around you as you walked, your steps slow and deliberate despite the cacophony of noise that surrounded you. Your sight may have been almost gone, but your other senses seemed to have sharpened in response, each sound and scent painting a vivid picture in his mind.

You remembered that when you were younger, you read a passage from a book entitled, ‘The Song of Achilles’. You thought it was a well-written book, a love that transcended even death. There was a line your college friends always thought to be a masterpiece. But you never understood it. The line so many people loved never really touched you.

Until it did.

Until you understood each word written in that book.

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

Because right now, the words made sense. You could recognize him despite your deteriorating eyesight. You knew him. He was here. And he was following you…to what exactly? Was he here to end you? Was he here to make sure that you wouldn’t tell the world of his secret identity?

Regardless of the reason, you tried to remain calm as Hoseok always ordered you to. You had no choice but to lead him back home, otherwise you were sure that he would be suspicious. The man that you used to love was perceptive, and any suspicious movements could alert him. From the moment you opened the front door to the time you closed it, you knew you only had a couple of seconds.

You fished the phone Hoseok gave you, one with tactile buttons and controls that made it easier for you to use it. You knew you couldn’t use the speech-to-text feature, otherwise he’d hear. And so, with a tense movement, you sent a message to him.

He’s here. Don’t come home. Leave with my son.

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okay besties everyone put in their tags what theyre majoring or what they majored in im so curious

*and the plot thickens* not me being happy with y/n's suffering lol

Brushes And Beats chapter 12

pairing: JiminxReader

genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

trope: enemies to lovers

:embarassment who?:

Y/n's Pov

Will you believe me if I tell you that I sprinted across the cafeteria away from Jimin as if my life depended on it?

Well, that's exactly what I did

I had never felt this level of panic and embarrassment before!!

I could feel my face turning into a fierce shade of crimson while I weaved across the tables on my way to the nearest exit.

WHY DID HE OPEN THE ENVELOPE

WHO OPENS AN ENVELOPE WITH A FLOWER

TALK ABOUT PRIVACY

In the midst of my embarrassment, I couldn't help but admire Jimin's determination to find out who had sent me flowers. Why is he so persistent?! I need to hide, I NEED TO HIDE

I darted to the nearest bathroom and locked myself in one of the stalls, desperately trying to catch my breath and calm my racing heart. I sat on the toilet sit with my head on my hands as I tried to come up with a plan to avoid Jimin and salvage the remains of my dignity "Come on, Y/n" I murmured to myself. "I should have taken it out" banging my head on my hands "This is so embarrassing" my fingers racked through my hair "I'll just say that I bought it with his money and it's just my name on it, not a big deal" a fake cry left my mouth, I CAN'T THINK.

knock knock

My heart jumped at the sound, my eyes widened, Oh no! Not now, I recognize these shoes

The guy just didn't know when to give up! In an attempt to regain my composure and come up with a plan, I took a deep breath and counted to three before opening the door.

"Hey there," I said in what I hoped was a casual tone, but my voice came out sounding more high-pitched than usual.

There stood Jimin with an 'innocent look' on his face, what a devil, "Hello there good to see you again, inside the boys' washroom" a sly grin appeared on his face. "I should take my leave" hunching my shoulder slightly trying to put some distance, not that he was super close but his presence alone felt heavy.

"Ok bye" I muttered as I tried to quickly slip past him and make my escape. But Jimin wasn't about to let me off the hook that easily. As I reached for the door, my way was blocked by his outstretched arm, resting against the frame, but now he wasn't grinning anymore,

In the discomforting closeness of the washroom, Jimin looked at me with eyes heavy with complex sentiments. "You lied, you never had a date yesterday did you?" he asked, his voice just a whisper in the small space.

My mind sprinted as I tried to figure out my escape from this conversation and the emotions it was stirring within me. His closeness to me was making my body hum in a way I didn't want to examine at that moment. With a forced casualness, I answered, "No, I did, Fine the flower was not sent by him it was me, BUT I had a date."

He raised an eyebrow, doubting me again. Breaking the intense eye contact, I fumbled for my phone in my purse. A swift pull of the tiny device brought out a bunch of receipts, my lip gloss, and other tidbits I didn't need at that moment. Finally, my hands gripped around my phone. Quickly, I pulled up a picture from last night and extended my arm to show the photographic evidence to Jimin.

"What? Not my fault the deal you cooked had loopholes." I said evenly. He looked at the pictures and then met my eyes, a series of emotions crossing his face. "And I am sure that he can give me more than just a firework, I mean he already had the upper hand with height" Low-blow y/n low-blow "What is even more impressive is his sense of humor and the way he makes me laugh"

He towers above me, he may be shorter than other men but he was definitely way taller than me, causing me to crane my neck up to look him in the eye. His coal-dark eyes burned into mine with an intensity that seeped beneath my skin, I couldn't help but look up and traced his features with my eyes, soaking in the lush curve of his lips and the fine planes of his features.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

" Are you struggling to not start a fight again? " I huffed as I crossed my arms across my chest, " I thought we had a deal " he leans forward closing the gap between us, so close that I could feel his breath go down from my right ear to my neck " I'm trying to decide whether I should kiss you or strangle you, it's my daily struggle birdy ".

Did I want him to take me in his arms and kiss me senseless?

yes, yes I did,

 But I knew indulging in these complicated feelings will only lead to unwanted situations. Sweat coated my palms.

"I thought you were smart Birdy, I must be wrong" his voice laced with a mock as he leaned even closer, his lip mere inches away from mine

My heart is a vigorous drum in my chest, my blood electric in my veins. It was like he’d wanted to engrave his words in my mind, and he’d succeeded. My skin flushed hotter than it already was. His mouth curved into a tiny smirk as he stared at me.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to do something?” I asked in as bored a tone as I could muster. There could be anyone coming inside right now, and the last thing I need right now is a scandal instead of feeling scared and doing the right things I push him against the door and feel a thrill when I hear the thud of his weight against it.

“Kiss me,” I whisper and the air gets warmer.

I feel him pushing back and we found ourselves inside one of the toilet stalls, "I'm not going to kiss you Birdy" he continues "As per our deal, If your guy isn’t as good, you have to admit it to me. To my face. Verbally. Honestly. No sarcasm.” Every loophole is neatly closed.

“It’s weird you want me to.” I take a step back and almost knock over the tissue roll "I'm not gonna kiss you Birdy unless you tell me no one kisses you as I do" He adds one more caveat. “One last thing. You can kiss him only once” I couldn't believe the turn of events. My heart raced as I tried to process his words. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions as his words hung in the air. At that moment, it felt like time stood still. At that moment, I found myself torn between the desire to give in to my feelings for him and the realization that this was a dangerous game we were playing.

The air inside the small restroom stall felt heavy with tension as we stood there, our eyes locked in a silent battle of emotions. At that moment, I realized he had me wrapped around his finger, just as much as I wished to have him wrapped around mine.

to be continued...

chapter 11 || chapter 13

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Soft

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Your first morning with Yoongi reminds you of just how soft he is.

Warnings: Suggestive, not proofread

A/N: This is nothing but tooth-rotting fluff, I don't even know where I was going with this, but it is what it is. And yes, I'm daydreaming about foggy October mornings in the middle of July, it's my escapism, leave me alone.

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It was one of those quiet, early mornings when everything was still except for the occasional faded leaf drifting lazily past as you stared out the kitchen window, waiting for coffee to brew.

You didn't realize you weren't alone anymore until you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your middle, making you smile instantly as Yoongi pressed his face into your shoulder.

"Morning." He said, voice gravely from sleep.

"Morning, you're warm." You hummed contentedly.

"You're cold." He said as his hands found yours, fingers already chilled by the morning air.

"Come back to bed." He breathed against your neck, pressing a sleepy kiss to your skin as he spoke, lips lingering longer than usual.

"I didn't realize you were so needy in the mornings." You mused.

"Is that a problem?" He asked.

"Nope, I could stay right here quite happily all day." You said, leaning back against him to further your point, making him chuckle.

"That can be arranged." He hummed, digging his fingers into your sides a bit to make you squirm.

It was moments like this with him when you couldn't fathom how some people had the view that Yoongi was a cold or indifferent person, when in reality, nothing could be further from the truth.

When you had first started dating, there had definitely been a level of shyness that almost bordered on standoffish, but you had quickly come to understand that it came from a place caution due to his past, but you'd been more than willing to work through it and wait patiently as he let down those walls one by one.

You remember the first time he invited you to his studio, watching him work, mouth drawn into a pout of concentration as his finger flew across the keyboard.

"You're staring." He said, shooting a side-long glance at you.

"So?" You asked. "You're pretty."

He didn't respond, choosing to keep his eyes on the screen in front of him, but you didn't miss the faint dusting of pink that crept across his face, making you grow more confident, leaning over and planting a kiss on his cheek, making him splutter out a surprised laugh.

"What was that for?" He asked, flustered.

"Nothing, I just wanted to." You shrugged, turning back to your phone leaving him staring at you, bemused.

Little moments had built up over the course of a few weeks, fleeting touches and pecks here and there, with his moves always seeming to be slightly wary, as if you'd run away if he wasn't careful, though you had absolutely no intentions of going anywhere.

The breaking point had finally come last night as you'd sat together as he voiced his frustrations about a current project he was struggling to finish.

"What do you usually do when you can't write?" He'd asked you.

"Drink." You chuckled, gesturing to the glass in your hand, making him snort. "Think about you."

"Noo!" His face scrunched up, making you laugh.

When you quieted though, you noticed his eyes lingering on you. You don't know what it was exactly that you said or did, but as he stared at you, you could see the final wall crumble as he suddenly leaned in to claim your lips.

At first, it was so soft and sweet, you could've cried from the way he held you, like you were made of glass, but when you deepened it, winding a hand into the hair at the nape of his neck, you'd felt a tiny shiver ripple through him as he sucked in a shaky breath before caving entirely, pushing you back against the cushions as he chased after your lips.

"What?" You asked, looking up at him confusion.

Now, as you finally convinced him to venture out for a very late breakfast, you could see the subtle differences in his movements with and around you.

As the two of you walked along, he suddenly grabbed for your wrist, pulling you to a stop.

He just shook his head before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was still more than enough to leave you dazed by the time he pulled away.

"What was that for?" You asked.

He shrugged. "Just wanted to." He said with a smirk before continuing down the road, still holding your hand, you biting back a grin as you trailed after him.