Can Someone Help Me Find These Guys?

Can someone help me find these guys?

I got a magazine like 3 years ago and I found this poster thingy in. It says it's supposed to be got7 but I'm sure it's not them. Can anyone help me?

Let’s get animal lamps!

shownu x reader

Warning: None

Genre: Fluff

Summary: We have all heard about being couple goals when going to the supermarket together. But what about buying furniture together?

A/N: i was buying some stuff with my parents today and this idea came to mind, so here it is. Also, while writing the ‘warning: none’ , I wrote ‘nose’ and i’m confused because no nose is mentioned lol

Word count: 609

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“Why do you like this couch that much?” Hyunwoo smiled at my excited self, as I kept standing up and falling on the couch.

“It’s so nice and it’s not a leather couch and it fits so much and I like this couch too much and-”

“Okay, okay, this will be the one we will buy. Come on now, let’s find some stuff for the room, it’s the only one that’s left unfinished.” Hyunwoo said and pulled me away from the couch, me whining behind him, but immediately clinging on his arm.

“We’ve picked a bed, a dresser, the room has its own wardrobe, I have a big mirror I want to keep, so, what is left?” I asked giving a small peck on his upper arm, him smiling at my small sign of affection and squeezing my hand in return.

“Um, bedside dresser, and lamps for it, but I think that’s the only one that’s left, because we already have some other furniture.” Hyunwoo explained, as we finally reached the area with the dressers.

We wandered around, checking at the prices and the dressers that fit the aura of the room and then decided to check some lamps for the bedside dressers.

“Let’s get animal lamps!” I cheered pulling Hyunwoo along with me, towards the lamps I noticed.

“Oh my god, baby, look at this cute cow lamp and ooh this bear one, ahh and this, this duck, oh wow, okay we’ll get a bear for you on my side and a cat for me on your side of the bed!” I rambled and Hyunwoo just smiled, while watching me.

“Wait, no, it’s too childish, we’re grown ups, about to live together. We have to be serious.” I said and Hyunwoo shook his head, still smiling at me.

“Hm, how about this one?” I pointed at a plain cream lamp that seemed more serious and Hyunwoo frowned.

“Baby, which lamp do you actually want?” He said, his hand no longer holding mine, to let me show him.

“This one? Hm or this one? No, no, okay I’ve decided. I want this one, because it’s the same color as our wardrobe and the mirror, so it fits, it’s nice and not expensive.” I thought out loud and Hyunwoo reached for my hand again.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly and I nodded. He gave me a small peck, I swear I heard a kid behind us gasp, and I buried my face in his chest, his arms wrapping around me pulling me close to him.

“I’m so happy we’ll live together.” He softly let out and I smiled.

“Me too baby, we already practically lived together at my house so, it’s not something new but still. This is official.” I replied and leaned back to take a look at his face.

“It is. It is official.” He let out, a look on his face like he was daydreaming.

“What are you thinking, love?” I asked as his gaze met mine, small smiles slowly forming on both of our faces.

“How great it will be waking up next to you every day, having breakfast with you every day and falling asleep next to you every night.” He admitted and I blushed, as he was never comfortable with saying things like that out loud.

I sighed, placing my hand on the back of his head, pulling him for another kiss, telling him everything through this.

We pulled away, smiling at each other, and sharing small ‘I love you’s in between pecks, before continuing searching for anything we will need for our house.

Hyunwoo is the best thing that happened to me.

It was like fate

Warning: None, just feels

Genre: Angst (?) and a lil fluff (?)

yoongi x reader but they’re not dating 

Summary: Yoongi's day couldn't seem to stop getting worse and worse. However, he got to meet you, a kind and understanding stranger and suddenly his day didn't seem to be so bad after all.

A/N: i mean, shouldn’t we all prefer to be best friends with BTS, instead of being their girl/boyfriends?

Word count: 932

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2015

Yoongi’s day was supposed to go as usual. He would wake up, go to work, work until really late, go back home, sleep and then all over again.

Though, it wasn’t exactly how things went for him.

First, he spilled his coffee all over him on his way to work, his white shirt having a big dark brown spot on it.

Then, his computer got a virus and he almost lost everything, including the latest album they were preparing so hard with his members.

Later, a speaker in their practice room somehow caught fire, ruining the mirror, filling the whole room with smoke.

And as if he thought it couldn’t go worse, he lost the last bus, so he had to walk home at 3 AM. He walked quickly, passing the empty streets without looking for cars, knowing nobody would be driving this late.

But, to his terrible luck, as he was passing a small street, a big car appeared from his left.

Yoongi’s memories from the car accident he was in before his debut, filled his mind, making him paralyzed on that spot. He stood there watching the car come closer, not even moving an inch to avoid it.

The driver hit the brakes as hard as they could, stopping right in front of Yoongi, but not hitting him.

Yoongi fell to the ground, trying not to think about his past, but his demons were still there. He started breathing hard, he knew he was safe, but his mind kept replaying the images of his past. He could still feel the terrible pain on his shoulder.

The unknown driver quickly came out of the car and kneeled next to undamaged Yoongi.

“Sir, are you okay? Did I hit you? Oh my god, should I take you to a hospital?” The woman asked, but received no response other than groans of pain.

“Sir? Oh my god. I’m so stupid.” She said getting up and pulling out her phone, but before she could call, Yoongi’s hand grabbed her ankle gently.

“You didn’t hit me.” He groaned out. “Please help me up.” He looked at the woman with pleading eyes, the woman hesitated, but put her phone in her pocket and offered her hand to him.

Yoongi got up, and leaned on the unknown woman’s car, to support himself.

“I’m really sorry, sir, I was going too fast, I didn’t expect anyone to be awake and out in the streets this late.” The woman apologized and Yoongi turned his head slowly to look at her. Her worried expression was genuine, a small smile forming on Yoongi’s face.

“No, I wasn’t paying attention, I’m sorry I made you worried, but I’m fine, you can go.” Yoongi replied and woman shook her head.

“No, are you sure you don’t need to be taken to a hospital? You seem hurt. Is your shoulder okay?” She said and touched his shoulder, making Yoongi wince from the sudden contact.

“I was hurt in the past, another car accident, but I’m not hurt now, please don’t worry about me.” Yoongi explained, looking anywhere but the young woman.

“It was scary right?” She said breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“Yes. Really. I thought I lost everything then.” Yoongi said, not even knowing why he opened up to a stranger but something was telling him to do so.

The woman offered him to go to a 24 hour café she knew was somewhere near, because her friend was working there, Yoongi agreed and got in the car with the woman.

“It seems like your day was terrible today.” She pointed out, while driving, leaving Yoongi confused.

“How do you…?” He trailed off, staring at the side of her face.

“You have a coffee stained shirt, you smell like smoke from fire and almost got in a car accident. Also, I saw you when you lost the bus and you looked really stressed.” She explained and Yoongi was shocked.

He explained everything to her, while they grabbed a coffee but he offered to go sit at a nearby park and not the café her friend was working at. The woman agreed and the both sat on a bench, Yoongi talking about his day, the woman listening to everything he said, her whole attention on him.

“You know….” Yoongi trailed off realizing he didn’t even know the woman’s name.

“It’s (y/n)” The woman said and Yoongi tasted the name on his tongue.

“Wow, this is a beautiful name.” He said and blushed at how cheesy that sounded.

“Yes, I get that a lot, but thank you.” The woman giggled.

They stayed at the park until dawn, neither of them even realizing how quickly the time was passing. They exchanged numbers promising each other they would meet again.

(Y/n) dropped Yoongi off at his dorm, the members not even realizing he was missing, being used to him working until late.

Yoongi fell asleep with a smile on his face that night and so did (y/n).

Ever since then, they met when things got hard, and became each other’s mental support.

Almost every day they exchanged good morning and good night texts, along with the occasional good luck Yoongi received before a live or an award show. They always made time for each other, not making their friendship known to anyone, but Yoongi’s bandmates.

That’s how their strong friendship started building. It was like fate wanted them to finally meet. They had already realized by then, that they were practically each other’s platonic soulmates. They loved each other, in a friendly way and kept it that way.

Feeding grapes

Mark Tuan x reader au

Warnings: None

Genre:Fluff

Summary: The title says it all, just you and Mark feeding each other grapes

A/N: lets pretend that the thing in the gif is a grape or sth

Word count: 219

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"Just bite it" "I can’t, I'll get the stem too" he whimpered and tried to bite one again.

"Okay never mind, here" you said, taking a grape and pressing it on his lips. His pout didn't allow you to feed him and you whimpered in annoyance receiving a whimper back from him. Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and ate the grape, a pout forming again on his lips.

"Oh come on baby, it's okay. Why don’t you try and feed me?" You joked and he playfully hit your arm, taking the bowl from your hands and popping another grape in his mouth.

"I will not feed you" he let out and took the bowl out of your reach when you tried to take some.

"But I want grapes" you said reaching for the bowl again but again you couldn't reach it.

"Go get your own" he joked, but gave in and took a grape and gave it to you and you softly smiled. He held the stem and slowly moved the bunch of grapes over your mouth. You softly pulled at a grape with your teeth managing to remove it from its stem and Mark pouted, but smiled at your excited expression.

"I got one!" You cheered and he nodded, softly pecking your lips.

The grapes were soon forgotten.

“Stay away from Jungkook”

Jungkook x reader 

Warnings: just a few cuss words

Summary: You really liked Jungkook, but his friends didn't seem to approve of you. Jungkook got fed up with their behavior and stood up for you, as he really liked you too.

Word count: 865

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Falling for Jungkook was probably the dumbest thing I’ve done in my whole life. Jungkook and his bandmates are really close, to the point where they’re practically family. Which is nice, to know that these people always have his back, but at the same time, it’s not that much of a good thing. Exactly because of this, becoming his friend is hard, especially if the rest are not too fond of you. 

Jungkook loves video editing, but was introduced to this photography class through Taehyung. Taehyung never paid any attention to me, until Jungkook started attending this class and we became friends.

A few months ago, I was assigned to do a group project with Jungkook, where we decided to trade styles, dressed as each other and did some photoshoots. I  met Jungkook at his dorm and had a lot of fun during the photoshoot and we slowly became friends.

Taehyung’s glare was piercing through my skull, as Jungkook and I were commenting on some new projects, Jungkook mostly complaining about who he got paired with, while I didn’t dare to speak, because I was paired with Taehyung.

“Well, at least I’ll see you this weekend, if you meet with Taehyung, so it won’t be completely ruined by Kwangsoo.” (Yes, the same name as in Forbidden Love with Taehyung, part 1 link here)

“Yeah, oh man you weren’t so lucky this time, but at least one of us was, I’m sure we’ll work well with Taehyung. Anyway, I have to go now, so I’ll see you?” I added with a giggle, momentarily turning to look at Taehyung’s disgusted face and turned back to Jungkook again.

“Of course! Goodbye (y/n)!” He said and quickly hugged me goodbye, Taehyung not even offering me his hand for a handshake. Ugh things will be hard this weekend.

Later that day, I received a message from Taehyung’s number simply stating we could meet that Saturday in the afternoon, not even asking me if I’m free then.

I replied with a simple ‘okay’ not even bothering trying to be nice to him. Sadly, Jungkook and Kwangsoo would also meet then, but not at the dorm, so that meant I couldn’t see Jungkook.

Houston, we have a problem.

I was greeted in by, not Taehyung, but a shorter guy, who I recognized as Jimin, who as soon as he saw me, grimaced, but opened the door for me to get in.

I slipped off of my shoes, putting them in a corner with some other shoes and turned to look at Jimin, but he was nowhere to be seen. Another man, taller than the previous guy, really stylish, big smile, walked out of a room and walked towards me. His smile slowly being replaced with a cringe.This must be Hoseok, based on Jungkook’s description of him.

He quietly took a pair of shoes and walked out the door. How can Jungkook, the sweetest boy in the world, live with these people?

First Taehyung, then the short guy and then the stylish one and I have just met 3 of his 6 bandmates.

Finally Taehyung walked out of a room and caught my eye. He just nodded upwards in a way to greet me and pointed at the room, silently inviting me in. I walked to the room, facing the floor.

The door closed behind me, only Taehyung, Jimin and me in the room.

“Hi?” I let out in a squeaky voice, Jimin’s eyebrow raised and Taehyung sighed.

“Listen here, you,” Jimin one said, obviously not even caring to know my name.

“(y/n)” I cut him off and he sighed.

“I don’t care. I only wanna say one thing and I’ll leave you two to work. I don’t want you anywhere near Jungkook unless necessary, do you understand me?” He dared to let out and didn’t even bother letting me talk, before waving his hand dismissively and walking out of the room.

“Excuse me? Taehyung, what is going on?” I asked completely dumbfounded.

“You heard him. We don’t want you close to Jungkook unless necessary and it’s final.” He stated and turned to his camera.

“What? What did I even do to you? If Jungkook wants me around, then that’s all that matters!” And suddenly the thought of Jungkook, not actually wanting to be friends with me crossed my mind, breaking my heart.

“Jungkook doesn’t know shit. I know what you are and I know that a snake like you shouldn’t be around him. Stay away from Jungkook. Now let’s just work on this project and get over with it.” He changed the subject, obviously not knowing how to justify his words.

Taehyung and I worked quietly the whole time, giving each other orders here and there and soon we were done.

I have to tell Jungkook about this. Or not?

I texted Jungkook a plain “we need to talk” text and ignored his replies. He was probably so confused.

We met the next day over at his dorm. I had forgotten to tell him that I didn’t want the others around, so when I showed up, the stylish and smiley guy frowned again, but opened the door for me. Jungkook was in their living room, he greeted me with a little wave and a big smile.

Along with him, in the living room, were Jimin and two other guys, I hadn’t met yet, who I recognized as Jin and Namjoon.

To my extremely bad luck, Taehyung was also there.

“What are you doing here?” His voice boomed through the room, Jungkook turning to look at him confused.

“What is going on here, Taehyung?” Namjoon asked.

“I told you to stay away.” Taehyung ignored his hyung’s question.

“Taehyung, Namjoon asked you something and you’re supposed to answer. What is going on?” Jin said and Taehyung finally turned to look at them.

“I don’t want her here. In case you haven’t realized, this is (y/n)” He said and suddenly the man’s expression changed.

“Oh, so you’re (y/n)…” Jin trailed off, with a disgusted look all over his face.

“Um, can someone explain?” Jungkook suddenly spoke up.

“She has to leave. We’re sorry Jungkook, but you should stay away from her.” Namjoon said.

“What? You too? What the fuck did I do to you?” I was fuming with anger by this point. Jin’s tongue clicked after I cursed.

“Um, why is everyone so rude to (y/n)?” Jungkook’s small voice was heard.

“Jungkook you shouldn’t be kind to snakes like her.” Jimin said like a little devil on his shoulder.

“What the fuck? I’m right here!” I whined and Taehyung clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“Just leave and never talk to Jungkook again.” Jimin said and Jungkook looked hurt.

“No, I want to be friends with (y/n). You can’t tell me what to do!” Jungkook whined and walked to my side, pulling me close to him.

“Jungkook, we know what’s right for you, we’re family, we wouldn’t ever want to hurt you! Listen to us!” Jimin approached Jungkook placing a hand on his shoulder but Jungkook shrugged it off.

“I know (y/n). She’s a fun person and I really like her. You can’t take her away from me!” Jungkook whined, but when he realized what he said his eyes widened.

A small smile was formed in everyone’s face and Jungkook turned to me.

“I mean…I... I...” He trailed off, “Do you like me, Jungkook?” I asked and he nodded. “I like you too. For quite a long time to be honest.” Jungkook smiled so big and opened his arms to wrap me in a hug, before we got interrupted.

“What??? (y/n) is here? No, you’re a snake leave!” A loud voice was heard and Hoseok walked in, a small smile on his face.

“Hoseok hyung, you ruined it!” Taehyung whined.

“I’m sorry, I told you I can’t act!” Hoseok pouted

“You were already late. Forget it, you ruined their moment now.” Namjoon sighed

“Um, what?” Jungkook turned to his hyungs, forgetting about out moment.

“We’re sorry Jungkook, we just had realized you two liked each other and wanted to help you. Well, prank you first and then help you.” Jin admitted.

Jungkook and I blushed, before turning to look at each other.

“I really like you.” Jungkook stated, his arms coming around my waist, his nose touching mine.

“I like you too.” I said and Hoseok whined. “Just kiss already.”

Jungkook blushed, but turned his head to the side, softly connecting our lips. I smiled into the kiss, moving my mouth against his. I placed my hand on the back of his head, playing with his hair and pulling him closer.

Yoongi walked then in and let a small ‘oh’ out.

“Am I too late for our prank?”

Connected

Summary: A bond that can’t be broken + Friends to Lovers

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: A lot of fluff, a splash of smut, and a hint of angst

Word Count: 18,260

A/N: This fic was one that I started a long while ago. Because of school, and a lack of motivation to write, I picked it up and put it down a lot. Finally, it’s done.

I really enjoyed creating something that feels so pure in nature. I hope you guys enjoy it.

**In the event that you’re unable to load the fic on the mobile app, please try desktop! I learned from Act On It that the app has trouble loading long posts!**

You’ve always hated the country.

For the most part.

The stretching fields, the dirt roads—the smell of cow manure and the decrepit barns and abandoned houses. Your parents had always tried to convince you that getting away from the city—seeing vast land like this—was a good thing. Taking the back roads and exploring were things that children were supposed to enjoy. An adventure to find things yet seen—but to you, one corn field is the same as the next. The faded red barns and boarded up houses become an eyesore.

You really hate coming out of the city and into the country.

The only thing here that you like is your grandmother.

Oh, and the boy next door.

Your grandmother has always lived out in the country—a peaceful area to retire, with few neighbors and little disturbances. She likes it here, and you doubt that she’ll ever move. And sure—coming out to visit her isn’t all bad. She feeds you and plays games with you. Stocks up on movies for the two of you to watch, and makes spending the day with her fun.

You love your grandmother, and visiting her—but you start to love it more the day you meet Taehyung.

One day, your father parks in the driveway in front of your grandmother’s ranch-style home. He reminds you to grab your overnight bag as you climb out of the car—the ripe age of 8 and a half. You reach back in to grab it as your father closes the driver’s side door and moseys up the drive.

After swinging your bag over your shoulder, you reach up to slide your door shut, but pause once your hand touches the handle. On a whim, you glance back at the main road, eyes catching on a small figure across the street.

In the country, houses aren’t very close, but you can still make out the little boy standing in the lawn of the house parallel to you grandmothers. His dirt splotched overalls are cuffed around his ankles, red shirt sagging off his shoulder, and black hair messy on his head. He’s staring at you with amazement written on his face, and before you know it a blush has risen on your cheeks.

You don’t realize it until later on—what the heat on your face and the flutter of your heart meant (because crushes are a little hard to figure out, in your opinion)—but that’s the moment you saw him.

Kim Taehyung.

Your father calls after you, and you hear your grandmother open the front door. Snapping out of it, you slide the car door shut and run inside.

You don’t see Kim Taehyung until you come back to visit 2 months later.

This time, he appears much, much closer. On the front porch of your grandmother’s house, in fact—hidden behind his own grandmother’s leg shyly.

“Oh, Taehyung here says that he saw your granddaughter last time she came to visit and wanted to play. But he’s a little shy,” his grandmother says, smiling fondly as she reaches down to ruffle the boys hair.

“Oh, Y/N is a little shy too,” your grandmother laughs, placing her hand on your shoulder. “But what do you say? Would you like to play with Taehyung today?”

Your eyes flit to Taehyung, excitement and anxiousness mingling in your veins. Trying to make new friends has always been scary to you, but…

“Yes,” you say, watching as Taehyung immediately perks up—smile breaking out on his face.

“C’mon!” he shouts and reaches forward, clasping your hand in his. He tugs you right out the front door and onto the grass, beaming a box-shaped grin as he makes his way back towards the road.

“I have some action figures we can play with!” he declares as his grandmother promises to have you home by dinner in the background. “Nana just got me a new game too! It’s a game with marbles and I’m still learning it but I think it’d be fun!”

For a moment, you simply stare at him—caught off guard by his friendly demeanor, when just seconds ago he had been acting much shyer than you. And yet—

His smile is contagious, and you laugh, nodding your head as he leads you across the dirt road—hands still clasped tight.

“Let’s play with it all!”

You tell your dad that you want to start visiting grandma more. With a knowing smile, he says that he’ll try to work it out.

Taehyung is your best friend. Some people at school don’t believe that your best friend is a boy who lives in the country. In fact, the mean girls’ claim that he’s made up—an imaginary friend that you say exists since you only have a select few friends at school. But, you know that he’s real.

The warmth of his hand in yours as you walk around the field behind his grandmother’s house is proof enough.

Between the ages of 8-10, you are able to visit Taehyung quite frequently. Your parents work out a play date schedule with his grandmother, and at least once a month you’re able to drive out of the busy city and into the quiet country to visit him.

Since Taehyung lives with his grandmother, but your grandmother only gets to see you so often, there’s a bit of a rule—

“Make sure to spend time with your grandma too, Y/N. I know Taehyung is fun, but your grandma loves you very much and would love to spend time with you as well.”

So, you make sure to tell Taehyung that you can only play with him until dinner. He’s unperturbed.

“Let’s just ask your grandma if I can spend the night then!”

He takes your hand and leaps into action. You’re shocked at his declaration, but blushing at the thought of being able to spend even more time with him. And when Taehyung runs through the front door of your grandmother’s house and loudly exclaims his idea to her, she only laughs and smiles fondly.

“You won’t be able to spend the night all the time, Taehyung, but I’ll let you spend the night tonight, okay?” She places a hand on his dark hair that has turned a little brown thanks to the exposure of the sun, and grins at you when your eyes sparkle with excitement. “Just go home and make sure it’s alright with your Nana.”

Taehyung nods so quickly you think his neck might snap, and the next second he’s out the door.

That night, the three of you feast on grilled cheese and tomato soup. Your grandmother puts on the Lion King for you both to watch, and you sit hip to hip, shrouded in a thick blanket while your grandmother knits in the corner. When the scary parts happen, you reach for Taehyung’s hand under the blanket, and he holds you tight.

Once the movie is done, and the sun has set, your grandmother tucks you both into the double bed in the guest bedroom. She asks if Taehyung wants to use the pullout bed to have more room, but you’re both quick to interject, saying that sharing the bed will be fine.

Your grandmother only smiles.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Goodnight, Taehyung.”

“Goodnight!” you both chorus, and your grandmother flicks the light off and closes the door. Taehyung rolls to face you. In the darkness, you feel his lips touch your forehead.

“Tae!” you squeal quietly, jumping in shock as you quickly bring your fingers up to touch your head. Your cheeks feel as if they’re on fire, but Taehyung doesn’t seem to realize that he’s done anything out of the ordinary.

“What? My Nana always gives me a kiss before I go to bed!”

“O-Oh,” you stutter, wondering if Taehyung can hear the pounding of your heart in your chest. “Okay.”

It’s silent for a few seconds.

Taehyung shifts against the sheets.

“Can you…um…are you gonna give me one back?”

The heat from your cheeks creeps down your neck.

You’ve never kissed a boy before…

“I…I can. Do you want me to?”

“Mhmm,” he answers, and you wonder if he’s blushing like you are. His tone sounds shyer than before.

You take a deep breath and puff out your chest, trying to calm your frazzled 10 year old nerves. This is just Taehyung—your best friend, and…the boy…you like.

Before you can think to back out and hide yourself away in embarrassment, you lean forward and press your puckered lips to his forehead. His bangs are in the way, since you hadn’t thought to move them, but Taehyung seems satisfied nonetheless.

“Thanks,” he says, snuggling into his pillow. You nod to yourself, settling back down. The moonlight coming through the window is dim, but you wonder if it’s enough for Taehyung to see how red your face has become.

You feel his warmth spreading against the sheets, and your knees knock together. Taehyung yawns, suddenly sounding quite tired.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Tae,” you respond, closing your own eyes as exhaustion from a day of fun begins to sink into your bones. Outside, you hear the chirping of crickets and the muted calls of cicadas. The sounds begin to lull you into slumber. However, just before you fall asleep—

“I love you…,” you catch the words mumbled by Taehyung, and mentally question if perhaps the boy has forgotten that he’s not at his grandmother’s home. But either way—

“I love you too,” you respond in a whisper, too tired to be embarrassed, and promptly pass out.

Taehyung is a year older than you, so he starts middle school a year sooner. According to him, middle school is a lot harder than elementary school. You come to believe him when his grandmother sadly tells you that you won’t be able to come over and play as much, since Taehyung needs to focus on his studies. You tell her that you understand, but a part of you doesn’t want to.

Either way, you give Taehyung a hug and wish him good luck before running back across the road to spend the afternoon with your grandma.

Your trips to the countryside lessen—cut in half. You see Taehyung perhaps once every two months, and in order to try and make up for his lack of appearances in your life, the two of you begin substituting play dates for phone calls.

Once a week, Taehyung and you sit down and talk for an hour. He tells you all about middle school and the friends he’s made and the kids who aren’t exactly nice to him. In return, you tell him about how you’re looking forward to starting middle school next year, and how you’ll always protect him from bullies. He laughs and assures you the same.

For a time, you think that this substitution will work just fine. Except…you miss him, and talking to him on the phone makes you miss him more.

You want to see him—his skin that is tan from the sun and his clothes that are always a little dirty from helping his grandmother tend to the field. His voice gives you comfort, but nothing can replace the feel of his hand in yours and the way he smile so brightly every time he sees you…

“Y/N?” Taehyung questions when he hears you sniffle on the other end of the line. “Are you okay?”

From the comfort of your home, you shake your head. Tears roll down your rosy cheeks, and you curl into yourself, bottom lip trapped between your teeth. Taehyung’s heart breaks, worry flooding his chest as he listens to you try and stifle your sobs. He attempts to calm you down, asking again what’s wrong, and it takes a minute before you’re able to gather any words to say.

“I miss you,” you sob, quiet and broken, and Taehyung jolts—as if to jump through the phone and give you the biggest hug he possibly can.

“I miss you too,” he says after a few seconds, and you can hear the sadness in his voice. “But we’ll definitely see each other again, Y/N. I promise.”

“Promise?” you echo, messily wiping the tears off your cheeks with your palm.

“I promise. Even if it isn’t on the farm we’ll meet again. I’ll find a way.”

“Okay,” you respond with a smile, finally feeling reassured. “Good.”

“Now no more crying!” he declares, his tone goofy, and it immediately makes the mood brighten. “You should only smile when you think of me!”

You giggle. ”Okay, Tae, when I think of you, I’ll smile.”

Reclining back against his mattress, phone pressed to his ear, Taehyung blushes happily.

“Good.”

It takes a while, but you and Taehyung meet again. It’s not a planned meeting—in fact, it’s not exactly meant to happen, but you decide to make it happen.

“Y/N!” your father calls after you as you hop out of the car and run back down the drive way towards the dirt road. You pass a few cars on the way—those belonging to your aunts and uncles—but despite the fact that you have somewhere else to be your heart is alight with excitement.

“I’ll be right back!” you call to your parents as they watch you run across the street, shaking their heads. “I just wanna say hi!”

“Don’t be too long! You’re not here to play!” your mother responds, and you understand. You’re here for a family gathering, not to hang out with Taehyung.

…but still.

You hop onto the doorstep of the home of Taehyung’s grandmother, and knock at the door. You’re giddy with excitement, shoe tapping against the ground. It’s been over a year since you’ve seen Taehyung, and 6 months since the phone call where he’d promised that you’d see each other again.

You worry if he actually wants to see you, since it’s been so long, but oh—how you’ve missed him.

The door is pulled open, and a boy with short black hair stands before you. He blinks, brown eyes wide, and you have to glance up to meet his stare. His chest is broader and his legs are longer but—

“Taehyung?” you question, as if you’re deceived. How can one boy grow up so much in just one year? And yet, the sound of his name coming from your mouth has his signature grin breaking out on his lips, and he nods excitedly. His arms extend outwards, and he envelopes you in a tight hug, your feet nearly lifting off the ground.

“You’ve grown up,” you giggle against his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him in return. Taehyung laughs, leaning back, and there’s a blush on his cheeks.

“Yeah, well, I’m almost 14. Puberty is finally starting to kick in, I guess,” he laughs, scratching at his cheek, and your eyes flit up to his hair.

“Your hair looks better this way,” you tell him, fingers lifting to comb through the short, black locks on his head. He no longer has the shaggy bowl cut you’ve always seen him with.

Taehyung blushes visibly at the compliment, the feeling of your fingers in his hair foreign, yet welcome. You toy with the soft strands for another few seconds before you notice the pink color on his cheeks, and you end up feeling quiet warm as well.

Quickly, you pull your hand back, and it’s at that moment that Taehyung’s grandmother appears over his shoulder.

“Oh! Y/N, it’s been so long!” she says, and Taehyung steps aside to give his grandmother room to hug you. She seems frailer than you remember, so you try not to squeeze too hard.

“Hi Grandma Kim, it’s nice to see you.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to show up again!” she exclaims, and then turns, heading back into the small home. “Wait right there, I’ve got something to give you!”

“Okay!” you respond as she disappears, and your eyes immediately return to Taehyung. He smiles, a fond twinkle in his eye.

“Is middle school as great as you thought it would be?” he questions, and you huff.

“Not exactly. It’s hard, and I have a lot of homework, but it’s still fun I guess. More teachers and more exciting classes.”

Taehyung’s eyes shift to the side, the sound of his grandmother coming back towards the door reaching his ears.

“Well, next year I’ll be in high school, so once school starts I’ll call and let you know what it’s like in comparison to middle school, if you want.”

“Of course!” you respond, beaming a smile, and at that moment Grandma Kim reappears.

“Here you go sweetie,” she says and reaches past Taehyung, slinging a thick red blanket around your shoulders. You blink, reaching up to secure the large blanket tighter around yourself. Grandma Kim smiles.

“I made it for you. You always did get cold in the winter, and the colder days are approaching.”

Your lips part, and you find yourself speechless. She…had made this for you and waited all this time…?

“Thank you…,” you say sincerely, and Grandma Kim ruffles your hair.

“Of course, sweetie. Now run on home—I bet the rest of your family is waiting for you.”

“Okay!” you nod, smiling, but when your eyes shift to Taehyung your smile wavers. You’d barely gotten to talk with him, and who knows when you’ll be able to meet him again…

You push forward and wrap your arms around him once more, squeezing him tightly. Taehyung blinks, caught off guard, but is quick to hug you back, his fingers digging into the fabric of the blanket around you.

“We’ll talk soon,” you tell him, and he nods.

“Alright,” you both pull back, but Taehyung doesn’t get too far. You feel the blanket on your shoulders shift, and Taehyung blinks in surprise as a loose thread follows the retreat of his body—curled tightly around one of his fingers.

“Ah—,” he pauses, head turning to look back at his grandmother, fearing that he’ll be in trouble for ruining the blanket she had put so much time into making, but his grandmother is far from mad. In fact, there’s a look of wonder on her face—one that lasts only a few seconds, before her eyes soften with understanding.

“You know, you two,” she begins, finger lightly tracing the unwoven strand that keeps you and Taehyung tied together. “It’s said that a red string connects two people that have linked fates.”

“Really?” you question, and she nods.

“Really. This just shows that no matter how far apart you two are, you’ll always be connected. Don’t you think so?”

You and Taehyung glance at each other, a soft blush having risen on both of your cheeks, and you smile. Together, the two of you bob your heads in unison. Grandma Kim smiles.

“Good,” she says, and unties the string from around Taehyung’s finger. At that moment, the door of your own grandmother’s house opens, and the voice of a child is heard.

“Y/N! Dinner! C’mon!”

“Coming, Kook!” you shout back, and take a step backwards, raising a hand to the two in front of you. “Bye, Tae. Bye Grandma Kim!”

“Bye!” Taehyung yells, waving back as you turn and jog across the street, red blanket fanning around you like a cape. A few seconds later, you disappear through the front door of your grandmother’s house, a small brown haired boy closing the door, and Taehyung feels a little empty again.

Little did either of you know that that would be your last time seeing each other.

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