Why I Love How The First Movie Dealt With Hiccstrid

Why I love how the first movie dealt with Hiccstrid

Early on in the first movie, it becomes clear that Hiccup has feelings for Astrid, although he never directly says so. His actions and the way he looks at her speaks for itself.

Hiccup also says that he hopes that by hunting dragons, he might find himself a girlfriend, but he never specifies that it is Astrid he’s interested in.

Still, Hiccup's crush on Astrid is not the main focus of the story, in fact, romance is brought up very little. While he attempts to impress her and the others during training and flirts with her once, he never becomes blinded by his feelings for her, not even after their romantic flight which leads to his feelings for her being requited.

He doesn’t do this

This

Or even this

To impress her.

Even though Hiccup initially had a crush on Astrid and later developed deep feelings for her, his motivation to become a hero was never driven by his feelings for her, and that’s not something you can say about all protagonist in movies.

the eros project ➳ kim taehyung AU

summary | You didn’t expect to actually fall for someone in a reality dating show. Then Kim Taehyung came along and you had to battle between your feelings and what this show was actually about.

warnings | realty star! Taehyung, reality star!Y/n, pining, make out, exhibitionism, pool sex (oral m), SMUT insecure Taehyung, jealousy, a little of Jungkook, angry sex, face sitting, deep throat, safe sex, rough sex, doggy, missionary

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lover’s revenge | kim taehyung ROCKSTAR AU

summary | you dated Taehyung before he made it big, so it was easy to assume he’d forgotten all about you. but for the past two years you’ve been his muse even after your split. a forbidden love that never faded.

warnings | 13.4k words. rockstar!Taehyung x f!reader, BAND AU, smut, angst, bad parenting [your dad hates tae], age gap [18/21, later on 22/25], family problems, break ups, heart ache, mentions of tobacco, smuuut. cock worshipping, cunnilingus, face sitting, oral [m and f], safe sex, soft sex, floor sex, dirty talk but soft,

visuals: Tae’s band plays music like the neighbourhood and cigarettes after sex type shit

2020

He slumped back, hair falling over his face staring at the garage light above him. He was trying his best to listen to his bandmates. They were going on and on about new music, something that'd help them get a deal. He couldn’t be with you anymore, so there was no reason for him to stick around and stall his future. Getting signed was the only way they could see themselves achieving their dreams. He was feeling conflicted though, between wanting to help his bandmates and his feelings.

In reality though he was just scared to bring back old feelings. They weren't even that old, six months that's all he's had to come back to his old self. It was his way of coping actually, repressing his emotions until they no longer bothered him. The first week was the hardest, he couldn't get out of bed or even shower. He couldn't eat and all he wanted to do was sleep, forget everything that had happened. But then anytime he'd go to sleep, his body would ache missing the feeling of someone else in his arms.

The second week it got a littler better. He was responding to his friend's messages again, being more focused on practice, and eating at least one full meal a day. He still aches for your touch but he was able to hide it better behind packs of cigarettes and alcohol late at night. His friends stopped asking him how he was doing and he stopped showing how affected he still was.

As time went on he got better at hiding it. There wouldn’t be any awkward silence when it was his turn to speak, or people walking on egg shells around him. Every now and then when he'd be laughing over something and suddenly he'd struggle to hide his sudden change in emotions. He'd think about your laugh, when you’d laugh so hard that you wouldn't be able to breathe anymore. You would hold your nose, trying to silence yourself from making the screeching noise that came out when you laughed. Or how you’d get cute lines on the side of your eyes. Then he'd think about what made you laugh, and how usually it was because of something you said or did.

So when they asked him to try and write again he was originally distraught. How was he supposed to write songs like how he used to? Writing about love and adolescence but now he couldn't write about that. How was he supposed to write about being in love or feeling happy when he felt the complete opposite.

Anytime he thought about writing he thought about you. How you left him or no, he left you? He could never really understand which but it didn’t matter. He missed your kisses and touches on his skin. The warmth you brought when he'd hold you in his arms late at night after sneaking into your room. Your pretty smile and photogenic features always picture perfect on his cameras. Or their arguments where tears would be running down your face and his voice would become too hoarse because of the constant yelling back and forth.

But he tried writing again, and he couldn't help that all he could write about was you, he just didn't know how much it'd change his life.

       It was easier for you, at least during the day. You’d spend all your time studying, paying attention in class, going out with classmates, anything really. If it could distract you long enough to not go through your old pictures, you did it. Your friends didn't ask how you were doing anymore, you were obvious with how you felt. You were better, or at least they thought you were l. Behind your smile you’d find yourself unable to hold back from thinking about him.

How he'd sneak into your room through your window late at night after you would get into a fight, and he'd have the biggest pout on his face trying to butter you up into letting him stay the night after your parents went to sleep, they never liked him. You’d think about how he'd lay on top of you, head rested on your chest as you played with his hair listening to him hum a new sound asking if it was good enough for a song on his mind.

Or when he'd have you sit between his parted legs, arms wrapped around yours, hands holding as he helped you try and find the G on the guitar. He'd kiss your hair when you’d cheer for finally playing something audible even if it was just two simple notes that'd have you giddy between his legs and arms.

It's been six months already, you should be at least a little moved on by now. You’ve started University like your parents wanted. You’ve made new friends, you should be moving on now. You weren’t. He was your first real love. You still thought about him late at night alone in your bedroom. How he used to sneak in and bring snacks so you could eat them on the roof of parent’s house watching the moon and talking about your future together. You were twenty and in love. Had been for two years already. Since you were eighteen, that’s when you met him. He was the cool musician guy working at the record store. He was a couple years older, just 21, but your parents hated him for dropping out of school. It didn’t make you love him any less.

You were trying to get over him though, you’d look whenever your friends would tell you there was a cute guy interested in you, you’d message and hang out in group settings but emotionally you weren’t ready at all. Not when someone would give you a smile and all you could see was Taehyung’s cute little boxy smile. How he'd grin so wide whenever you’d cheer at every band practice.

But it was only six months ago, and you were together two years during your most vulnerable years.

2021

You’d been in the middle of a drive to your friend's house. At first you couldn't recognize the sound, something completely new, but the soft melodic voice began singing. It felt like everything was spinning, it took everything in you not to go down on your brakes and stop the car instantly. The rain thudded against your window, you slowly drove off the main road, parked to the side of the street trying to get a better listen. You could be right, right ?

Turning the music up, you listen carefully to the song playing on the radio.

Kim Taehyung was playing in the radio. He’d made it.

It had been an entire year already, struggling to even think about anything but him for months, like a broken record constantly putting the thought of him in your brain. And on a day where he hadn't crossed your mind yet did the music play. You could spot his voice even if he was muffled by thousands in a heartbeat.

It was too engraved into your brain to forget. How could you forget the gentle voice that used to sing to you on a late night? You’d be in his arms hearing him him lightly feeling the vibrations of his chest as you rested your cheek on it.

The late afternoons by the bridge where the two would sit, bags spread out along with pens and notebooks content with watching you study. His straight posture as he asked you to listen to yet another idea he had, lyrics flowing out in a soft melody each time. You don’t think you could ever forget what his voice sounded like, especially not playing in high volume in the small car of yours.

It was the only thing keeping him from returning to his old ways. He'd spent so much time trying to distract himself with anything possible just so he wouldn't think of you. He'd write about things like your warmth and your future or the past, but it'd always come around about you. About your smile and how it'd make his chest ache each time he was the cause of it. Or the smell of your lavender shampoo stuck in his nose all day after holding you in his arms all night.

And he sang about love, or heartbreak actually. The thought of never finding anyone like you again, and he missed you and wished to hold you in his arms. How it wasn’t your fault you didn’t work out, he didn’t blame you for leaving him. But another second would pass and he'd sing about how he hated you. How he never wanted to see you again and he hoped you weren’t doing well but only because he was angry. Sometimes that he was sorry, that he wished he could be the person your parents had wanted for you. And his songs would become angrier as time went by. They wouldn't be as soft as the one you’d heard in the car.

They wouldn't be about missing you and always loving you but instead about how you hurt him too. How you let your parent’s decide the fate of your relationship. How you didn’t fight hard enough. How you left him behind too. Songs about wanting to break girl’s hearts and get back at them. So the band's image did a huge 180 degrees from the soft love struck image they had to this darker version of rock, smoking, and sex.

The image of what your mother warned you about, turning him into what your parents hated. Almost like it was his own way to express his pain and his change, he wasn't the same boy he once was. Hell always remember what they told him, “You think you’re good enough for our daughter? A dead beat musician who can barely even take care of himself? Y/n is better than you, she always will be and you’re a sorry excuse for a man.” He remembered wanting to tell them off. You were twenty, you could make your own decisions. They acted like it was wrong for them to be together.

Your phone rang, you struggled to find the want to get back on the road and leave to your friend’s house. Digging around the console you found it, pushing it to your ear and lowering the volume of his singing voice to answer.

"Hello?" You said through the phone, holding it between your cheek and shoulder as you turned your signal light on and motioned to try and swerve into the lane.

"How are you?" You stopped, car honking behind you as you pulled back into your lane. The voice from the radio speaking softly through the end of your phone. "Y/n?"

Without thinking, you hung up, chucking the phone onto the empty passenger's side, biting your lip nervously as you finally got back on the road. There was nothing to come out from receiving a call from him. You couldn't even find it in you to answer. As much as you wanted to talk to him you knew you wouldn't be able to control yourself. You’d want to crawl back into his arms like before and forget everything that has happened since then.

But he was still confused, holding the phone in his hand looking down at the blank screen with a tight jaw. His fingers tightened around the device, inhaling slowly as his tongue poked against the inside of his cheek. He threw the phone on the bench, standing up and hiding his face in his hands.

He was an idiot to think you’d care about their debut. To think that maybe if he snuck off from practice to smoke a cigarette and call you, you’d actually stick around and hear him out. At least he knew he wasn't blocked, but he couldn't tell if that was for better or worse. You answered, you knew who he was, if you didn't you wouldn't have hung up on him so quickly.

2022

It was almost taunting you, his image staring back at you like you were still the only two people in the world. That wasn't the case though, and you’ve no reason to really be upset but you were. He was off living his dream, doing what he's always done and you felt bitter about it. The image of him smiling widely with his arm around his bandmates like he was the happiest kid in the world. The woman on his side fitting the image of the group perfectly. You wanted to blame him for leaving you behind but you couldn’t. He didn’t leave you behind, you left each other. No one was more at fault than the other but fuck did it hurt.

You didn’t care about his fame other than that you were happy for him. It’s what he’d always wanted and you’d gotten in the way of it for too long. That’s why when he called you after their debut you didn’t say anything. He had to live his life and you had to go live yours.

“You have to!” He whined dragging you along behind him, “The place just opened and we’re lucky to even get in tonight. Namjoon got us early admission since BTS is performing!”

You looked to Jimin, a pout on his face as he yanked you along. He couldn’t understand what the big deal was. You were his close friend and you couldn’t even spend his own birthday with him? Like come on, he can’t even understand what was the problem all of a sudden. How was he supposed to know that you did not want to see the band BTS perform? They were his favorite band! He didn’t know you had pictures of you with the lead singer from years before? His arm thrown around you, lips pressed against your cheek, large smile on your face.

“Fine, we’re here anyway,” you let him drag you to where your other friends stood waiting for you, “I’ve never met a birthday boy who plans his own birthday. Come on!”

A smile spread across your face as you went to your friends. It’s fine. By the looks of the line, the new club will be packed especially with the band performing tonight. Apparently close friends with the club owner, Kim Seokjin. “It’s my fucking birthday!” Was the first thing Jimin shouted when you all made it in.

You kept to his side, hiding a little. You couldn’t risk being seen even if the chances were slim. He probably wouldn’t even recognize you. Your hair was different, your style was different. You weren’t the same person he was with. Plus, he was a big time celeb now, he probably had more things to do than worry about his ex girlfriend he dated when he was younger. Maybe you were just being super conceited thinking he’d still think about you every now and then. Or hopeful, maybe.

“Let’s go get him a drink,” Namjoon told you and you nodded. You looked to your friends who surrounded Jimin taking orders before you left. Namjoon was a close friend of yours, they bother we’re actually. Jimin and Namjoon were both your seniors in college until they graduated. Jimin had a shared requisite course with you and that’s how you met. Namjoon was part of a tutoring program and he became your friend through that. The other such as Jieun, Heein, and Yuna you roomed with them in college before you moved out. You don’t talk to anyone from before going to the University and maybe it was for the better.

“I’ve still never met anyone who would rather plan every little detail of their birthday than let someone else,” you laughed lightly as you waited at the bar. You were thankful for Namjoon at the moment, he always had a way of sending something was wrong even if you didn’t tell him what. His presence was calming enough. He just laughed finally catching the bartender’s attention, “He’s a perfectionist when it comes to celebrating himself.”

“Four shots of…” you weren’t paying attention fully. Namjoon was smiling warmly at you that you didn’t notice what was going on around you. When the bartender spoke again, “Need a little boost for the stage tonight?”

You froze at his words. The stage? Not wanting to turn, you let your eyes wander off to the person standing next to you, scared to see who might be standing next to you. It was a guy with black hair, tattoos and piercings. He must’ve caught you looking because he sent you a wink. You didn’t react, eyes flickering behind him to the stage where stagehands were getting equipment ready. The stranger’s brows furrowed as he glance over to you again. Did he know you from somewhere? He didn’t bother hiding the fact that he was looking, letting his eyes trail over your features longer than necessary. When they set a tray of the shots in front of him, the bartender telling him they were on the house, he turned to you.

“Hey, have we ever met before?” He asked suddenly looking over to you. You looked back to him, Namjoon preoccupied with paying to notice and your brows only scrunched together in confusion. Was this some rockstar pick-up line? “No?”

He forced a smile on his face, “Right sorry.” And he left. He did know you from somewhere, or he’d at least seen you before. He walked back to his bandmates, shots for them all, “I’ve got the drinks!”

“Took you long enough,” Hoseok was the first to say something smiling at him as he set his drumsticks down. Jungkook paid him no mind as he stared ahead at the lead singer, “Tae, mind if I borrow cash for a tip? I don’t got any.”

Taehyung shrugged, motioning over his shoulder where his wallet was in his bag. Jungkook handed the tray to Hoseok as he went over to their pile of things. He dug through Taehyung’s bag until he found his wallet. Inside it was the usual stuff, he kept rummaging though. Hidden between some punch cards he found it. A small, wallet sized picture.

A picture of a woman. A woman with a lazy smile and half glazed over eyes. She was in a messy bed cuddled into bed sheets with a small puppy in her hands. It was then that Jungkook noticed that it was you. The one he’d just seen at the bar is the same person Taehyung kept hidden in his wallet. The only reason why Jungkook even knew of this photo is because of the time he meant to steal a couple bucks from his hyung, dropped the wallet and the picture slipped out. He wasn’t sure what to do, should he tell Taehyung who he just saw?

But then he remembered the time he asked his hyung about the mystery girl, Taehyung had gotten mad and stormed off. As if summoning him too, a hand snatched the picture and wallet out of his hands, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Jungkook looked up at him, “I—Tae—“ he took a deep breath, “Who is that again?”

“None of your business,” his voice was sharp, mean almost and he shook the thought, “Nobody, it doesn’t matter.”

“Hyung, I think I…” should he tell him? He shook his head, he shouldn’t. But he had to. He didn’t know that much about Taehyung. He barely joined the band a year ago but his band mate was always quiet and on his own. He never seemed into anything and always out of it. Did this person have a say in it? Is that why Taehyung still carried this picture around despite how sensitive the topic was. No, he had to say something. He’d feel guilty if he knew and never spoke up about it. For better or worse, Jungkook just saw the person Taehyung keeps hidden in his wallet.

“That person in the picture,” Jungkook swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Alright guys!” Sungha, their manager cut in, “On stage, come on. Okay, Taehyungie?” Taehyung didn’t listen to her, Jungkook had to say something about you and he needed to know now if it was gonna piss him off or not.

“She’s here, I-I just saw her—“

“Alright let’s go!” Yoongi smiled widely, high off the thought of performing but Taehyung didn’t react.

He couldn’t stop his voice from cracking as he pointed to your picture, “H-Her?” Jungkook nodded, “At the bar.”

You were here? You came? You actually came to one of their shows? He knew this was a smaller performance, just fitting this little favor into their schedule for Jin since it was his opening night. He spent so many shows in Seoul searching for someone in the crowd who wasn’t there and now you were. Did you know he was here? Did you come alone? No, definitely not. Who goes alone on a Saturday night to a opening night for a club? Did you come with friends? A boyfriend? Probably. Why would you be single anyway? Not like you’ve been waiting for him.

“Come on,” Jungkook tried pulling Taehyung but he shook him off. Taehyung shook his head, “You’re telling me… her? You saw her? Here? Tonight? Where, tell me where is she?”

“Tae come on man!” Hobi put his hands on his shoulders leading him onto stage away from Jungkook. Jungkook just followed, maybe after the performance Taehyung could explain what’s going on.

“Holy shit they’re about to perform!” Jimin shook you, arms around your waist trying to lift you up in his excitement, “Fuck, someone get me a shot!”

“Here, here,” Jieun laughed as she handed him more alcohol. You rolled your eyes laughing as your best friend got shitfaced for his birthday. You refused to look to the stage but you could hear the cheers all around you.

It wasn’t until his voice spoke up, the same deep, calming voice speak through the mix. The same voice that used to sing to you in the back of some shitty truck parked by traintracks. The same voice that’d whisper in your ear, I love you.

You couldn’t. You couldn’t do it.

Taehyung’s eyes had been racing over all the faces in the poorly lit club. He was going to find you, no matter what.

The music began, he could hear Hoseok behind him counting down to start but he was frozen in place. He was going to find you. You weren’t in the front, or the right, or the left. He could barely see the back but he knew you had to be here. He just needed to see how you were doing. And like a miracle happened, one of the set lights ran through the crowd, that’s how he saw you and you saw him. Your eyes met for the briefest of moments before you were moving. No, leaving.

“I’ll be back,” he couldn’t stop himself from getting off the stage. Ignoring his manager and bandmate’s he was leaving, going after you. He tossed the mic to Jungkook and as if his band mate understood he was taking over. Sungha reached for Taehyung as he made it backstage but he moved again. He was going after you so he had to hurry.

Shit, he saw you. God was this so fucking weird. What if he thought you were stalking him. What if he thought you were bitter or not over him? You apologized to your friends telling them you just needed a breather. You walked to the back down the long hall where the bathrooms would be. You didn’t know that it connected to backstage until he was intercepting you. The light above you flickering, too dark in the tiny hallway.

Neither of you said anything, all you could both do was take in the other person’s features. He looked differently, obviously older than the last time you saw him when he was 24. His face was more structured, sharper and masculine. His eyes were still hooded over, lazy almost unamused but you knew that wasn’t the case.

“Y/n,” it came out just above a whisper. He looked over you. Your hair was different, your face a little more soft. Your glossy lips slightly parted, your dress fitting your curves perfectly. Still so damn beautiful.

You took a step closer, you had to. You hadn’t seen him in two years. It’s crazy how affected he made you. He looked great. When you took a step forward he did too until you were standing directly in front of each other. He wasn’t thinking when he did it, just took you in his arms, pressing you against him enjoying the feel of your arms wrapping around him. He took a deep breath of your hair, same lavender scent. He wanted you closer, no, needed you closer.

“Taehyung, Tae—hey,” you cupped his face in your hands forcing a friendly smile on your face, “You look amazing. You guys are amazing, wow.”

“Then why are you trying to run away? I’m sorry, I just had to see if it’s you.” Taehyung shook his head, “I know you don’t want to see me but I just needed to see how you were doing. I’m sorry, I’m sorry for—“

“Taehyungie! There you are!” Sungha came over quickly, arm slinging around him as she smiled widely, “I was wondering what happened.” She looked over to you; eyeing you up and down with distaste. Another groupie, she assumed. You looked down at the way she clung to him, the same girl in the pictures. Right, of course he’d moved on. Silly enough to think he wasn’t over you yet, but you could say now that you still missed him. He still mattered to you, you couldn’t escape him. The band plastered on billboards, bus stops, commercials.

You took a step back and immediately Taehyung grew anxious. No, you weren’t done yet. He pushed Sungha’s hand off, “Wait, do you still have the same number?”

You looked up at him as did his manager. Shaking your head no he sighed, “Y/n… please.”

“Tae everyone’s waiting for you,” Sungha caught in. Look, she didn’t care who you were. Taehyung had a show to do and she wasn’t going to let some groupie ruin their image. “I’ll call you,” you told him looking down at the floor.

“Here’s my new number,” he took your phone as you handed it to him. He put his number in and called himself. He wasn’t going to risk giving you his number only for you to never call him. He needed to be able to reach you two. You said a single goodbye and turned away.

He stood still, staring after you as you walked down the dim hallway. No, he couldn’t let you go yet. Not yet. He let himself slip away from Sungha again as he followed after you, “Y/n wait.”

You stopped, your hands were shaking a little so you hid them behind your back as you turned to him again. He stood in front of you, “Come backstage, please?”

“I can’t,” you answered quickly, “I’m here with some friends and we’re celebrating a birthday. He’d kill me if I ditched on him.”

“They can come too,” Taehyung pointed out, “Sungha, make sure security lets them through, how many?”

You looked to him feeling somewhat uncomfortable. You probably shouldn’t. Not because you didn’t feel anything for the guy, it’s because you still felt everything for him. Even after two years of being broken up you still care about him so much. You should tell him it’s alright, that you have his number now so you can catch up another time but the hopeful look in his eyes made you pause. You missed him. A lot.

“There’s six of us,” you tell him as you began taking a couple steps back, “We’re kind of a lot.”

He smiled shaking his head, “That’s okay.”

When you left Taehyung had gone back to the band. During a short break he was able to switch places with Jungkook again and sing up front. A smile stretched across his face because you were here right now. You didn’t hate him either, which is what he always thought. You embraced him like he’d done you and for a split second he could act like nothing ever fell out between you two. He ignored Sungha’s questions and concerns because they didn’t matter. She was his manager and you were his ex girlfriend, who do you think he’d be more willing to hear from?

After the show ended Jimin was so hyped up. He was shaking you by the shoulders beaching out more lyrics even as the DJ took over and you couldn’t hold in your laughter, “Well do you want to meet them birthday boy? They’ve invited us backstage.”

“Shut the fuck up!” He squeezed you again, “I could kiss you right now. What are we still doing here?”

And you let your friends excitement mask the slight tinge of anxiety you felt. Taehyung looked happy to see you and it made you feel awful. Awful for not answering his calls, awful for not congratulating him on his accomplishments, awful for how things were left. You don’t think you could ever forget the look on his face when your father cornered him.

‘Listen kid, I know guys like you,’ your father had said, ‘And I know that you are nothing but trouble filling my daughter’s head with these crazy idea of yours. If you want to throw your life away because you think you can make a name for yourself I don’t care. But you’re not letting her go down with you. She’s got a bright future ahead of her and being with you will only ruin her.’

‘Sir, I would never let Y/n down, please—‘ ‘You stay away from her, okay? If I see you anywhere near her again I swear to God it will be the last time anyone sees you again.’

Of course Taehyung hadn’t listened then. How could he when someone was trying to take the love of his life away? He knew your family was controlling, and intimidating, but he didn’t care. You were all he had, he’d never leave you willingly, right?

‘Y/n, please don’t do this. I’m not scared, I don’t care about what he says to me. I want to be with you and I know you want to be with me too,’ he’d snuck into your bedroom later that night. Your parents had gone out for dinner and a movie. He tried and tried to get you to see reason, ‘I know you’re worried, but I’m not. As long as you love me I don’t care what anyone else says.’

‘Tae it’s not that easy, you don’t know him. You don’t know what he’ll do to you. I’m just asking for some space until I move in to the dorm—‘ ‘You want to hide our relationship?’ Taehyung asked taking a step back, ‘Is that what you really want?’

‘Run away with me,’ he’d begged, hands reaching for yours as he tried pulling you into him, ‘I can get us both tickets to wherever you want to go. Once the band and I start getting some gigs I will be able to pay for your tuition so your parents won’t have to. We’ll find somewhere cheap to live in the mea—‘

‘Taehyung! Listen to yourself please,’ you took a deep breath, ‘I—I can’t. Why can’t you just give me a couple months to let things settle? I love you but I need some space, just until I can move out and then we can be together again without having to sneak around.’

‘A couple months?’ He scoffed, ‘Y/n, baby, please listen to yourself. What happened to not caring about what your parent’s had to say? We’re supposed to be a team, support each other but it’s like you’re giving up on me.’

“Hey, are you okay?” A hand came down to your lower back. Snapping out of your thoughts you looked up to Namjoon, he had a concerned expression as the two of you caught up to where the others were headed backstage. You’d been thinking about Taehyung, about one of your fights. You tried to smile back, hand on his back reassuring him that you were okay as well as leading him on with the others, “Of course, just a little tired.”

“These are the friends?” A voice spoke from behind you. Turning quickly you stared at Taehyung who’d snuck around the stage to search for you. His eyes traveled down to the hand on your lower back and the man on your arm. Without thinking you pulled away, as if you being with Namjoon would give Taehyung the wrong idea. Which idea exactly? You forced a smile onto your face, “Yeah, er, like I said we’re a lo—“

“Holy fucking moly you’re Kim Taehyung!” Jimin quite literally barreled past you, stumbling in his step, “I’m a fan. A big fan. Such a huge fan, wow you guys are grea—hey! It’s my birthday!”

Taehyung glared down at Jimin as you reached out to hold him back. Jimin just threw his arm around you, pulling you in to plant a kiss on your cheek that reeked of alcohol, “H-how do you know him? Have you been holding out on me Y/n?”

“We used to date,” Taehyung was so forward about it as he pushed through your friends to get to the front. He led you all inside while you tried to ignore everyone’s betraying eyes. Jimin, drunk as he was, didn’t care to hide his questions, “What? You mean to tell me, you, my oh so loving best friend has dated a rockstar! And didn’t even bother telling me when it’s my birthday!?”

“Well, technically it’s not your birthday anymore,” Yuna pointed out staring at the clock that read 12:04am. Jimin glared at her as you all followed Taehyung, Namjoon close behind you.

Taehyung did the introductions for you, introduced all of the band to you and your friends even though you’ve already met Yoongi and Hoseok before. They gave you shy smiles, remembering the times you watched them practice. When he was sure they were all busy talking amongst themselves he went back to you. You’d been standing back just watching it all unfold staring at the same tatted man from earlier with the piercings. He came to your side, “Can we talk?”

“How’d you know I was here?” You asked him going back to him. Your voice was just barely above a whisper so he leaned in to listen, or so he says that’s the reason. You two were far off from the rest of the group and he gripped the metal railing for the staircase behind him, “Jungkook told me.”

Your brows furrowed. That must’ve been the other guy.

And as if on cue the guy had come up, smile on his face, “You see, I knew I knew you from somewhere!”

“From where?” You asked him. You stalked Taehyung’s socials even if you didn’t follow each other and he didn’t have any old posts with you at all. You turned to Jungkook and he just smiled, “You’re in his wallet. I always wondered if that was his gi—“

He gagged, Yoongi’s arm locked around his neck as he pulled him back, struggling to do so, “You always talk so damn much.” He glanced back to you, “It’s nice to see you again Y/n. You’re not a kid no more.”

You first met Yoongi when you were 18. He was one of Taehyung’s older friends who knew how to play every instrument and produce any sound possible. He was always quiet and to himself, but he enjoyed having you at their practices. Gave them an audience. He also remembered how broken Taehyung had been when you two broke up. He just didn’t know Taehyung carried a picture of you in his wallet. He wanted to say that you and Taehyung should be together but he’s no so sure. Taehyung had been completely destroyed when you left, or well when he left. He didn’t want him to go through that again.

You looked to Taehyung who only glared after Jungkook as the younger was dragged away, “A picture?”

He reached into his back pocket taking his wallet out. He pulled out two punch cards where a picture laid between them. You stared down at it, heart squeezing for a second. He kept this? He printed it and kept it in his wallet? For two years? “Tannie,” you mumbled smiling a little as you looked at baby Yeontan. The picture was from a time you spent the night over at his place, you cuddled his dog and the running joke had always been that you were his momma. You looked up at Taehyung, he was already staring.

“I missed you.”

You ended up leaving with Namjoon and Jieun by the end of the night. Their manager had gotten fed with you, you’re sure of it, and had already tried to get everyone to leave. Taehyung didn’t want to go yet, asking you to come back to him but you didn’t. He asked you to call him then when you got home but you hadn’t done that either. You needed a minute to think.

He tried calling you the next couple of days but you didn’t respond. You just needed a day or two. He didn’t understand.

You thought he hated you. His music hasn’t been all that loving. He had reason to hate you too, the way you left him at the last second, when your father got home to see you getting in a car with him.

‘Dad! I’m sorry, okay?’ You’d shouted after him as he stormed off to Taehyung. He pushed him, shoving him to the ground and standing over him. You pulled and pulled on his arm but he gripped Taehyung by his shirt, ‘You don’t listen, do you? What part of stay away from my daughter do you not understand?’

‘Dad! I’m an adult, I can make my o—‘ ‘Shut up and get inside!’ He looked down to Taehyung, ‘Get out of here.’

‘Y/n,’ Taehyung had called out to you, lip busted as he reached out for you but your dad just dragged you away. With a cry you shook your head, ‘Just go, please.’

You remembered it so clearly. The pain in his voice as he called after you. Your texts telling him how sorry you were. His begging, telling you it’s okay. But it wasn’t. It wasn’t okay that you couldn’t be together. He knew it wasn’t. He knew he couldn’t put up with this any longer so when you told him it’s best to break up he agreed even if he didn’t want to. He’d prayed you’d rethink it and ask him to come back to you but you never did. So he left.

taehyung: if you never wanna hear from again just tell me

you: I just needed some time

you: I’m sorry

taehyung: it’s not your fault

taehyung: nothing has ever been

you: you got hurt bc of me

you: you should hate me

taehyung: I could never

taehyung: believe me I tried

taehyung: when can I see you again?

You ended up meeting up with him a couple days later. You invited him over to Heein’s place when it was just gonna be a few friends. He arrived a little later than others so you went down to fetch him. “Are you sure this is okay?” You had asked him once again as he followed you up the flights of stairs, “I don’t want to get you in trouble for going out.”

“It’s fine,” his smile was warm as he cautiously brought his hand up to your lower back letting your lead him into an apartment filled with chaos. Yuna and Jimin were wrestling over the Bluetooth speaker, Jieun was wiping up some spilled drink, Namjoon was covering his ears to avoid Heein’s unnecessary screaming when her favorite KPOP group appeared on tv.

“Act normal! Act normal!” Jimin shoved Yuna off as he took a seat on the couch, one leg crossed over the other taking a deep breath as he looked at Taehyung, “Why hello again Mr. Rockstar? Funny seeing you here, don’t mind the mess.”

“Stop talking like you live here,” Heein told him as she looked over to Taehyung, “Come, come. There’s drinks in the kitchen, we are about to play some card games.”

Taehyung looked over to you nervously but you just winked. He smiled now following your lead inside, you offered him a drink which he gladly took and joined you on the couch. The guy he’d seen you close to, Namjoon, kept glaring over at him but he didn’t care. He didn’t care who that guy was or what he had to do with you. He was just happy enough to possibly have you back in his life, it meant you still cared about him too.

Jimin led the card games anything that could get everyone drinking more or talking more. When it turned into a question game they seemed to all be directed at Taehyung. Taehyung who let his leg brush against yours any chance he had just to feel closer to you. It almost felt like the old days, when you’d be surrounded by friends laughing along with Taehyung, being made fun of for being so in love. He’d bring you closer to him, give you a kiss and smile against you because he really did love you. If only he could do that now, but not talking to each other for two years definitely put a strain on what you used to be to each other.

“So, how does it all work? Going on tour and stuff?” Namjoon had asked him shuffling a deck of cards, “Do you get breaks?”

“Yes, we are on a break now for a couple weeks then it’s off to Europe,” Taehyung told him honestly, but he really wished not to say anything at all. He didn’t want it to ruin his chances at reconciliation with you. He’d stay here forever if you asked him to. He looked to you waiting for a reaction but you just took a drink from your cup.

You looked up at him, lip pulled between your teeth nervously. He wanted to pull it out, tell you not to bite your lip because he loved it so much. You should know this. “So where are you staying? Do you have a place? Do you stay at hotels?” Heein asked him.

“I have my own place.”

“Okay, since nobody else will ask, I’ll ask,” Jimin took a deep breath as he looked between you two, “So what’s the story here? I gotta say I’m pretty upset my best friend kept this a secret from me. That she not only knew, but dated, a member of my favorite band.”

Taehyung looked to you again, what was the story you wanted to tell? You didn’t say anything for a moment, “We met a few years ago, when I had just finished high school. He worked at this record store my friends and I used to like going to. One thing led to another, we went on a few dates and then we got together.”

Yuna was the next to speak, “So wait, then why’d you guys break up? It couldn’t be that bad if you’re still hanging ou-ow!” Jimin poked her to shut up. You looked at Taehyung.

“We just wanted different things at the time,” he cleared his throat looking around, “Where’s the bathroom?” Jimin pointed down the hall and he excused himself.

His reflection stared back at him, taunting him almost. Asking him what the fuck was he doing. Why was he here right now? What did he really want to gain from all this? Was he looking to at least be friends again? Would he even be satisfied with that knowing the way your lips felt against his? Or how much he missed having someone to hold late at night. He wasn’t celibate or anything, but he never found the comfort in other people’s arms like in yours. Would he ever be satisfied with anything less than your love for him?

He turned the faucet on, cupping his hands under the warm water before splashing it on his face. Was he too stuck in the past? He dried his face off combing his fingers through his hair as he left the bathroom.

“Are we still getting brunch with your dad tomorrow?”

“I’m not sure, I’ll ask him.”

Taehyung froze, hidden away in the shadows of the hall he stopped. That was Namjoon’s voice and yours too. That meant Namjoon knew your dad, talked to him, hung out with him. And it meant your dad liked him. Why else would he be invited out? Taehyung would’ve been lucky to even get a hello every time he’d go over. It was always mean looks and glares, the occasional threat or degradation. Sometimes his ass laid out on the pavement if your dad was feeling extra bold and drunk.

What did that mean? Namjoon, was he into you?

He went on, walking back to where he’d once been sitting and waiting quietly for whatever else was to come. He looked over at Namjoon who just smiled, knowing almost. Knowing that he’d soon be replacing Taehyung’s door in your heart and pretty fucking happy about it. You reached for his hand on instinct, “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Good,” he lied looking up to you, “Tired but good.”

“So Taehyung, I’ve been wanting to ask,” Namjoon spoke up, “Is, or has, Y/n ever been one of your song inspirations? You write a good amount of the music, right? Or was your relationship not too important?”

Taehyung glared down at him, a light scoff leaving his lips, “Well, she’s the inspiration for all my music, now too.”

“Fuck you that is so romantic,” Jieun pretended to cry against Jimin who just pushed her off his shoulder teasingly, “I want a guy to write songs about me.”

You didn’t say anything. Was that really true? The songs of his that you’d heard, had they really been about you?

“Every single one of them,” Taehyung spoke as he looked at you directly as if reading your thoughts. He’d always do that. You looked back to him, “Are you tired of their interrogation?”

“A little.” At least he was honest. Mostly he just wanted to get out of her and talk to you alone. Maybe you’d be able to really discuss what happened and where you are now. That’s what he really wanted.

He’d asked you over to his apartment later on. You both got in his car and he drove off. He walked ahead of you, picking up clothes and shoes off the floor covering his face in embarrassment, “Sorry, we just got back and I haven’t had time to unpack. Here, er, take a seat I’ll get you a drink.”

You nodded heading to the living room but you didn’t sit. You looked around, eyes skimming over the artwork. The framed albums and guitars, the random abstract paintings and photographs. The apartment was big, new and definitely expensive. You were so proud of him. Compared to that rundown studio he used to take you to this was an upgrade.

“You cold?” He asked coming over and setting a tray with glasses and a wine bottle on the coffee table. He went to the fireplace and began to turn it on. You looked down at the fluffy black rug under your feet and wiggled your toes in it. When he was done he let himself drop to the run sitting on the floor and pouring glasses. He looked up to you nervously, “You’re not gonna sit? Sorry, it’s warmer down here by the fireplace.”

You just smiled and sat down next to him. He looked over to you again, shy smile on his face as he handed you a glass and you thanked him. Shyly, he cleared his throat, “I um, I didn’t get to explain myself the other night, for the picture I mean.”

“It’s just, well, um, it was the day I got Yeontan. He was just a pup and well, I took the picture and I didn’t have that many of him, or you, and I guess I just never took it out,” he breathed out nervously, “It’s weird. I know. I’m sorry.”

“Where is he anyway?” You asked looking around sporting the dog toys but no dog.

“Probably napping in my closet.”

You smiled watching his nervous hand come up to brush a stray hair out of his face, “I was surprised.”

“Yeah.”

“But look at this,” you reached for your cellphone, the dark case popping off with a simple push and inside a paper slipped out. You handed the old slip to him and he looked over it with brows furrowed. It was a sketch. A poorly drawn heart with a smiley face inside, a few flowers around it and faded handwriting that read, ‘-Taehyung’ on it. He flipped it over, the back had more but this time it was your name doodled everywhere with his.

He smiled, heart feeling light as he thought back to that day.

‘How much longer?’ He’d asked you doodling on a random sticky note. You were currently studying for some summer course, he was hanging out with you. You sat under a tree letting the shade block the harsh sun and he’d taken one of your textbooks to use as a clipboard while he doodled. When you didn’t give him an answer he reached into your pencil pouch and pulled out a sharpie. A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he grabbed one of your legs that had been on his lap and took hold of your converse. Quickly he drew a messy heart with your initials and his on it.

‘Hey!’ You yanked your foot back just as he’d finished the date and looked down at your foot. Cute. He flashed you a smile and held up the sticky note, placing it on your forehead. You huffed taking it off and looking it over, “Cute, give me five and then I’m done. And no more writing on my shoes.’

‘Give me a kiss and I’ll stop.’

He held the sticky note now feeling a sense of relief. Good. He wasn’t the only one who couldn’t fully let the other go. It gave him hope, almost. He licked his dry lips, “Listen, I just, I think I should be honest with you.”

Uh oh.

“I was mad with how we left things,” he confessed, “I felt like we couldn’t get on the same page and like nothing was working out for us. And I just thought that it was because you weren’t trying hard enough. Like I wasn’t worth a fight with your parents and that was unfair or me. I blamed you when it wasn’t your fault and I regret it so fucking much. I tried calling and texting you to see if we could ever be anything again even if it was just friends but you never answered.”

You took a deep breath sliding your legs under you, “I’m sorry. It wasn’t right for me to ignore you but it was my fault. If I only just… if I just stuck up for us and told him nothing bad would have happened to you. I regret never speaking up for you—“

“He’s your dad,” Taehyung sighed, “I was expecting you to go against him, that wasn’t right of me.”

“Everything he said or did to you wasn’t right.”

He reached a hand out to you, pushing your hair out of your face, “I would’ve put up with so much more if it meant we could be together. It killed me being away from you. It still does.”

“I thought you were happy,” you were being honest with him now, “I thought that if I tried talking to you it’d be like opening old wounds. Or that you’d hate me or like I wasn’t letting you move on. I mean look at you, look at what you’ve become. Your dreams came true and I couldn’t bring up the past.”

He shook his head scooting closer to you, “You’ve always been my dream too, don’t forget that.”

You shook your head ready to protest but he continued, “You’re really the reason why I continued music. You’re the one who always pushed me to try my best and I guess hearing your dad say I’d never be good enough for you made me want to prove him wrong. I wanted to give you a life that you couldn’t even imagine. That’s why I kept going until I forgot why I was doing all of this.”

It was quiet. Neither of you knew what else to say or where to go from here. All you knew was that you liked the way his fingers ran over your ankle lightly brushing against your skin. Caressing you like he used to as he dipped a finger along the rim of his glass, “So, uh, Namjoon. Y-ou… that’s the kind of guy your dad wants for you? I overheard earlier, brunch tomorrow.”

You sighed, hand reaching out to hold his, “I don’t care what he wants for me anymore. I learned from my mistakes.”

“Yes but, are you seeing each other?” He bit into his bottom lip. It’s fine. Like ripping a bandaid. Just tell him the truth. Tell him if he has a change again or not. You held his hand tighter, “What are we? What do you want us to be?”

“Friends?” More, he thought. He needed to be cautious, try and ease into your life again. You looked into his eyes, “That’s it?”

“No.”

His eyes searched yours for a hint at what you wanted him to say. What truth you wanted him to tell, and with a deep breath he told his own, “I want to be with you, I never want to be away from you again if we don’t even get to talk. I know we haven’t spoken in so long but I’ve missed you every day and have just been trying to forget. I don’t want to forget us Y/n. I told you then, and I’m telling you now. I am so fucking in love with you, and I have always been. I want to say that we can try and be friends but it’s not enough, it will never be enough for me.”

“Leaving you back last time was the hardest thing I’d ever done. When you told me to leave I was so fucking hurt and mad, I don’t ever want to feel that again,” he kept going, “And I’m scared that just being friends will kill me but I can’t stand the thought of losing you when I just f-found you again.”

A deep breath, eyes closed, “But if you just want to be friends, I’ll do it. Just please don’t go.”

All you did was smile. Your silence was torture. He needed you to just say something. Tell him what you wanted him to do. If you didn’t want him in that way anymore, if you wanted him to get out of your life. If you loved him still. Please, just show him where your head’s at. You leaned forward, he watched closely as you approached him. His heart raced, eyes wandering down to your parted lips. And with a sigh he let his lips meet yours.

You both melted into the kiss, crumbling down onto each other. His hands were quick to reach out for you going to your waist. He was on his knees leaning into you for better access, the kiss was electrifying. The tingly feeling he’d missed returning to him just being here with you right now. He could stay with his mouth on yours for forever.

Moving your hand from his shoulder, you cupped the back of his neck and pulled him deeper into your mouth. Taehyung let out a desperate sounding noise and it sparked something hot inside of you, pushing him back so you could climb onto his lap. You whimpered when his fingers dug into the softness of your waist and he used that moment to dip his tongue into your mouth. Quickly you were dipping your head down and running your own tongue along his, drunk on the heat and taste of him. You missed this. His movements were swift, expert to the feel of your body, his hand running up into your hair and the other sliding down to your bottom while your legs wrapped around his waist. He held you up even if he was struggling not to fall back onto the floor. When he squeezed you there, bringing your body to press fully against his, you moaned. You pulled back to catch your breath. Looking back at him, you smiled at just how swollen his lips were and how messy you’d made his hair. You let yourself kiss the corner of his open mouth hearing him gasp as you trailed your affections elsewhere.

Heaven. You were, this whole thing was just heaven on Earth. Your lips on him again, kissing down that little spot under his jaw that you knew drove him insane. Making his eyes rolls back when your hips ground down against him a little. His hands where they should be, planted on your hips, keeping you in place. Your hand in his hair yanking his head back so your lips could crash onto his.

“Ngh,” with furrowed brows he deepened the kiss, never having enough of you. He felt hot against you, breathing roughly through his nose just so he wouldn’t have to pull away. Your other hand was under his chin, holding him close to you as if he’d slip away. His neck stretched up chasing after your lips.

“I don’t think I can live without you again,” you confessed shyly, gasping when his mouth left wet, hungry kisses along the expanse of your neck. His hands were groping at your clothes trying to bring you even closer, your chest against his with your legs straddling his lap.

“You won’t have to,” he sighed out trailing his hand up and down your back, “I don’t want you to.”

You wanted to be closer to him. Show him how much you missed him too, let him know that you couldn’t just be friends either. It’s not like you’d be the first person in the world to go back to your ex. You wanted to grind your bodies together until you remembered what it was like to be one.

You reached down between them, fingers skidding over his shirt, pushing him back until he got the hint to lie down. Taehyung sucked in a breath, tensed his stomach in anticipation, remembering the way your hands on him felt. With a smile, you let your fingers dance along the fabric as you hovered over him. The sight below you just beautiful. This man. This wonderful man who was willing to wait and forget whatever happened between you two just to be together again. How could you ever forget about him? Move on from him?

“Is this okay?” You asked, scared that maybe you’d gone too far by kissing him first. His eyes were half shut but he was nodding his head eagerly, in bliss from just making out with you. He usually took the lead between you two but having you on top of him was making his mind wander off to what had changed in this department for you. You lifted his t-shirt, kissing along his rib cage while your hand caressed over his stomach and sides, “What about this?”

“Fuck Y/n, yes. Yes. Yes. It’s perfect,” he sighed out letting his head fall back, “Just keep touching me. It’s been so long.”

His breath hitched, stomach tensing once more when your hand slipped down the hem of his clothing, trailing along his pelvis and thigh. Then trailed back up to the dip of his navel, just above the wet tip of Taehyung’s fast growing erection. You still had such an effect of him.

Your lips met his again, a hand coming up to your face and pulling you closer. You took the opportunity to go on, hand curled over the

hard length carefully. Taehyung released a gust of breath and tilted his head up for another kiss.

It was sloppy, eager tongues and pliant lips and gently scraping teeth. It was moans passed back and forth with increasing urgency. It was too good to stop. You broke away, smearing your lips across his jaw and groaning into his neck. “God, you’re so hard,” you murmured into warm skin. “I could worship you.”

It wasn’t far off from the truth. He was harder, thicker, than you could remember and he was here with you again. You let your fingers tap against the wet slick leaking from his slit and massaged it over his tip and as much of his length as you could. Your hand stretched wide around his member as you gave it a single, careful stroke that left Taehyung wanting more.

You wanted more, wanted to feel the heavy weight of it on your tongue. Have him wriggling on this rug by the fireplace for more, more, more. You pushed off, tugging on his shirt and pants for it to come off all while taking your own clothes off. Taehyung moved quickly to rid himself of clothing. Instead of taking over, he just fell back into the plush rug, vibrating with excitement for more. He missed you so damn much he’d take anything you gave him right now.

With your hand, you traced down his hard chest, tweaked playfully at a nipple, then slid your fingers over the soft muscle. You scooted back and Taehyung lifted his head, eyes bright with hope. You pulled against the hem of his briefs, which he’d oh so excitedly left on just thinking about you ripping them off him, and let your finger graze against his hardened cock until in pointed lewdly at the ceiling. You leaned down, eyes locked onto Taehyung’s—a steady gaze that said ’watch me worship your cock’.

Your tongue slipped out flat, and Taehyung attempted to bite back a whispered—whimpered—"Y/n…“

You pressed against his tip, slipped your tongue over the weeping slit, and rolled it around the reddened head, once, twice. You sank your mouth down, letting Taehyung’s girth part your lips until they hugged around his member. You couldn’t hit it in and moaned—hungry for more— you reached between his legs and palmed underneath where his balls were. They were always flushed against his member, close to releasing all the tension.

Slowly, you pulled away. You brought your hand to rest on his thigh, soothing him and let his cock slip from your mouth while your head fell against his thigh.

“Are you sure you want this again?” You asked nervously, ghosting your fingers along the prominent veins of his shaft.

Taehyung arched up, a moan slipping past his lips. “More than anything else in the world I want you.”

And that’s what had you back on his cock, mouth sucking him, wrapping your hand around the girth and stroked once from thick base to leaking tip letting him slip out of your mouth before pummeling back onto him. Taehyung shuddered, a single curse falling from his lips with a gracious rumble—fffuuuuuuck.

Whatever didn’t fit was stroked again—one slow pass over the length of him. Then again. With the tip just barely in your mouth, you began to suck, as if to milk him, lips squeezed around him. Slowly, as if unsure, Taehyung rolled his hips into you. When you offered no resistance, he did it again—thrusting into your mouth a little more, hissing at the glide of your hand at his base.

“Fuck, s-such a good girl,” he whined, moans rumbled through him, growing louder, higher. He was now fucking into your mouth in quick jabs, chasing his climax. You could feel the twitching pulse of his cock.

“Come, baby,” Your voice was soft, like a melody, “You deserve it.” You let your free hand go down again, squeezing lightly against his balls.

Taehyung cried out, hips up pushing you flush against his pubic bone. He came hot and hard in your mouth, pulsing out thick ribbons until he shuddered with over sensitivity. His own hands running along his bare torso as if it’d calm his racing heart. And when you pulled off his length, swallowing hard his cum he stared at the mess drooling out from the corners of your mouth and all he could think about is how he wanted to do the same to you. So he reached for you, not caring about the cum hanging off your lips, and smashed his lips against yours.

“Want you to sit on my face,” he moaned tasting himself on your tongue, “Please, fuck, just fuck my face.”

Just the idea of it makes you moan. You nod your head, as his hands find your hips guiding you up his body. He pulled at your underwear, ordering you to remove your bra too as he moved you where he wanted you. It started off slow, licks down the crease of your thigh, so close and so far away from where you need him. He scrapes his teeth down the sensitive thin skin, sucks a mark on your inner thigh. He’s humming at the feel, your soft thighs providing warmth to his ears like it’s cold outside—well it is.

“You’re so wet,” he let some of the slick drop onto his face only making this more lewd. How could you not be after having him in your mouth?

You could never forget how much you love the way he touches you, reverently at first. And later demanding and hungry, the gentleness gone as he takes you apart expertly. You will never get enough of the greedy way he takes everything you give him.

You’re drawn out of your thoughts by the feel of his tongue finally sliding over your clit. You cry out, clutching at his head, you’d palms skid over his hair by accident and tug as you shiver.

He licks over you quickly, vibrating your clit before working his way down, his tongue siding inside you, fucking in and out slowly guiding your hips to ride his face. You push back against him as pleasure courses through you. Your whole body is lit up. You start to shake, the gentle stroke of his tongue right down the middle of you feeling wonderful. “Oh.” Your head falls back with a moan. You shiver as he does it again and again. One long swipe after another along the open center of your cunt. Your hips start to rock, your knees slipping until you’re pressed firmly against him. You feel him moan against you, the vibration sending a fresh wave of heat right through you. He was enjoying this. You tasted so damn sweet.

His hands slide over your thighs, his fingers rubbing and pressing at the muscles before moving up over your stomach to cup your exposed breasts. There’s a reason he wanted your bra off and on the floor. His thumbs brush back and forth over your nipples, until suddenly he pinches them hard.

“Fuck!” You grits out just as his tongue pushes into you. You grind against him, your body wracked with one hard shudder after another. His tongue is fucking up into you, lapping at your pussy like a starved man, his finger pinching and pulling at your nipples and you’re so fucking close already, rubbing at you from every angle and you feel every single flick of it. He keeps it curled in, as he begins to fuck you with it. You’re struggling to balance yourself as you ride his tongue, his nose hitting your clit every now and then. You hear a low rumble from him and it vibrates his tongue. You nearly scream as another shudder works it way through you.

You feel it coming like a tidal wave. Your whole body goes tight, shaking uncontrollably, your breath stuttering out and then you lock down on him, one hard convulsion after another as you wail his name. He keeps you in place, arms thrown around your thighs watching you fall apart above him hearing the chant of his name slip from your pretty lips. He laps at your release, wanting more, more, more.

It took you both a moment to bounce back from that, but with Taehyung’s cock hard again from having you squirm on him was making it difficult for him to be patient. When you got off of him he made sure to kiss your shoulder lovingly while you fell down next to him. Tender and soft, “Do you want to stop?”

He hoped not.

You shook your head, smiling so lovingly at him as you brushed some sweaty locks off his forehead. The rug underneath you felt so hot you had no idea how Taehyung has been fine just lying there. You kissed him gently, “Condom?”

“Shit,” he muttered as he moved you off lightly. He was on his feet, naked and running toward his bedroom—where you should be having sex right now instead of the floor but who cares. He rummaged through his things searching for one and after a couple minutes he returned. You looked down at his naked body, laughing a little when you caught sight of his hard dick, “Couldn’t wait?”

He shook his head sending you a cheeky smile as he rolled the condom on himself before even getting back onto the rug. He leaned over you, your arms flying around his neck as he met your lips with his, groaning a little at how needy it was. He couldn’t believe he had you again, right now in this moment. It made it feel like the last two years without you never happened and you were always together. His arm snuck underneath your arched back and pulled you flush against him. With one swift movement, he had you up flipping you over so you were on top sitting over his hard cock.

You whined a little at the sudden pressure against your sensitive pussy, unwrapping your arms from around his neck to push up against his chest.

He kissed along your arms as you unraveled yourself with him sitting up straight. He smiled, “You are so beautiful.”

“Mhm,” you giggled letting your hair fall over one shoulder. Biting onto your bottom lip Taehyung felt his cock twitched a little, hands on your thighs waiting for you to move. You pressed down, “What do you want? Hm?”

“Ride me,” he sighed out eyes locked on the way your cunt just barely hovered over his erect member, barely grazing over it, “Like you did with my face pretty girl.”

Barely within seconds your hand was slipping down to your core where his member was, you lifted up using your knees for support until you could line him up with your entrance. Taehyung tried being patient, letting you go ahead and take the lead but when your cunt pressed against his tip, slowly taking him in, he couldn’t take it. You gasped suddenly, nails digging into his chest glaring down at him. He had pushed himself all the way inside of you.

"God- fuck-!"

You hissed, resting your hands down on his shoulders before sinking your nails down into his skin.

"Shh, it's alright. Just breathe, okay? Breathe,” he groaned, taking a second himself to get used to your tightness. How do you still feel so goddamn right? “I’m sorry baby, it’s been forever.”

Taehyung sighed, rubbing your waist to soothe the pain down a bit. After about a couple minutes of just waiting there, taking in the size of his cock letting him stretch you all over again. How did you used to take this every day before? You decided to give a little test move, pleasure coursing through your body.

"Oh- god..!" You gasped, not noticing how your body started moving on its own. The feeling of Taehyung’s hips grinding against yours only piled on more feeling to the already intimate feeling. His lip was pulled between his teeth, brows furrowed in concentration letting his hips buck up into yours. Your nails in his skin only working to push him further. He wouldn’t last.

Rocking your hips more, he hissed, Taehyung was practically dying to go rough on you. The strong hands that were once around your waist are now around your hips — a tight grip on them as you felt yourself slowly sliding off to where his tip was still inside you. The sudden feeling of his member slamming back inside sent you on an emotional roller coaster.

He smiled, calming down enough to only be going slow but rough on you. He wanted you to feel all of him, every last inch to remind you what it was like for him to fuck you. Treat you like the good girl you are.

"P-Please-,” you whined out, letting your knees and his hands do more of the work to lift you off his cock, “faster. Fuck, you feel so good."

You gasped out through moans, placing your hands on his chest for support.

"You feel so tight,” he spoke through gritted teeth, feeling yourself getting lifted up and slammed back down- hard too, “I guess I gotta get you used to me again.”

He bent his legs so that his knees were up and his feet were flat on the floor dropping you forward. Your hands slipped off his chest and you came down, hugging him now.

Your hair fell all around him as he thrusted up into you. His free hand came around to the back of your head locking you in place keeping you from moving. “Cum for me, I wanna feel you get even tighter,” he muttered out lips brushing against yours before you bent lower to kiss him. He was practically bouncing you in his hold and with his grip tight behind your neck all you do was wiggle your hips.

“I’m never letting you go, not again,” he growled flipping you over so that he was on top. His pace was brutal, quick sharp thrusts into your heat bringing you on the brink of release, “God, you feel so fucking good. All for me, right?”

“Yes, yes, fuck Tae I’m—I’m—“ he pushed into your cunt to the hilt, keeping you in place and with one final grunt he was letting go, you followed suit, trembling, legs tightening around his waist and he breathed into your neck, teeth scraping against flesh.

It took a minute or two for you both come down, he carefully rolled off of you and yanked the condom off. You looked at it watching the thick glob of cum dribble out. Without saying anything he yanked a throw blanket off the nearest couch and laid it over you. The cold from winter air already taking over once the heat of your bodies dissipated.

He leaned in peppering your skin with kisses making you smile when his hands trailed up your arms. You turned on your side, the night had been long and your body was already feeling sore. He wrapped an around you pulling you against him snuggling close as he whispered by your ear, “I’m gonna write a song about how good your pussy is.”

By morning you both were rudely awoken. Sleeping on the floor after some fucking was not as fun as you thought it’d be. You searched around for your cellphone fighting off Taehyung’s tight grip and pushing your bed head out of your face. He grumbled in his sleep turning away from you as he struggled to wake up. Eyes half closed you answered your ringing phone finally shutting off the god awful sound, “Hello?”

“You haven’t called me today, and I wanted to see if we were still on for later with Namjoon?” Your father’s voice spoke. Instantly your heart dropped as you checked the time. Good. You still had time. You looked back to Taehyung who was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with tight fists. With a deep sigh you said, “I’m not going.”

“Well a heads up would’ve been nice sweetheart. Please remember that Namjoon will only put up with your attitude for so long,” your father went on. Rolling your eyes at his words you couldn’t help but smile at the same time as Taehyung slipped his arm around your naked waist moving to lay on your thigh, kissing you softly. He looked up at you wanting to hear what you’d say. He had an idea on who might be on the phone.

“Daddy, I’m with Taehyung.” You bit your bottom lip nervously. Taehyung’s heart raced at that, he hid a smile by nibbling against your thigh feeling his heart about to explode.

It was silent, your father’s voice came out low, “What?”

“I’m with Taehyung, and I’m not going to break up with him,” you looked to him for reassurance and he just took your hand kissing your knuckles nodding his head, “And it’s fine if you don’t like it because I’m an adult who is capable of making my own decisions.”

Your father laughed. He actually laughed. “You’re fucking done, don’t come to me crying when you’re done with him.” Click.

Your heart dropped. What? You pulled the phone away, that’s it? A text appeared immediately.

dad | pack your shit and get out of my apartment

dad | you wanna throw your life away for scum like him so be it. but not living off my money that’s for sure

You couldn’t help the tears that began to form in your eyes. Taehyung looked up at you clearly alarmed. “Hey, hey, baby,” he brought you close into a hug, “Hey, it’s okay. Look, I—I go on tour again in about a week. Come with me. You’re on break aren’t you? Maybe you can talk to your professors into letting you do it online? You can pack up your stuff and bring it here. It’ll be our place from now on.”

You shook your head, crying now, “No, I can’t. What if, what if you regret being with me again a-and you realize that I’m not worth all the trouble an—“

He cupped your face, “Baby I would never, please you’re scaring me,” his voice cracked as he grabbed the blanket wrapping it around you, “Let’s get in the shower, relax and then we can talk things over. But I already told you, I’m not leaving you.”

He helped you up, your silence making him feel uneasy, “Did you hear me? I-if you don’t want to lose your dad, that’s fine. We don’t have to—I mean—I know how much he means to you and I would never make you choose. S-so if you want to call him back and tell him you made a mistake I won’t get mad.”

You looked up to him as he struggled to say the words. He didn’t want to let you go but he didn’t want to be reason why you lose everything. He loved you too much to see y—

You hugged him, crying into his chest, “I’m not leaving you either.”

“Oh thank God,” his arms tightened around you, feeling your form against him. Out of the blue you released a giggle through your tears. His brows furrowed, did he forget you’re crazy? Weren’t you just crying? You laughed again as he wiped away tears, “Sorry it’s just, we’re butt ass naked crying.”

He laughed, arm slipping under you and lifting you up bridal style, “Let’s get in the shower, you stink.”

“Hey!”

Shortly after he mumbled, “I’m your daddy now I guess.”

“Shut up.”

::.

ok y’all it’s not the best but it’s not the worst and that’s a win for me. I wanted more rockstar Tae but it was just too much to write and I don’t wanna do a second part

so maybe might do some drabbles. but here’s a moodboard I made while driving.

also if you don’t get the title

basically just saying that even if someone wanted to separate them, they were still gonna come back to each other this time much stronger and in love than before :)

Okay these tags on this post reminded me of a HoO/TOA thing that I complain about a lot but I don’t think i’ve ever elaborated on here:

[Image ID: Tags from @fr0zenpepsi​ reading - “#and jason fUCKING DIES before he even get fixed like #you dont know how excited i was when the diorama thing was mentioned like #make him artistic too!! make him be into architecture too! #and he plays lacrosse???? #like his character has sooo much potential yet hes just a boring white guy :< #thats prolly why his death is pretty lame #it meant a lot to the plot but like do we even know who we lost?? #more than half of the fandom doesnt even like him bc hes just so plain :/ #also hazel is a queen and i love her shes literally the best” /end ID.]

One of the big issues I take with both HoO and TOA is that literally every death in both series feels cheap because death has lost consequence. For the majority of HoO it’s at least somewhat still of a risk, but even things like Tartarus feel extremely lackluster when we actually encounter them - Tartarus especially after we saw how much it affected Nico, but then Percy and Annabeth’s plot armor kind of negates all of the threat and it feels like they don’t actually experience much more than their usual threats down there or that it has any lasting effect on them. And after Leo’s “death” we’re basically solidified into “Death has no consequence” because we just finished a series with at least SIX INSTANCES of major or minor protagonist-aligned characters notably directly cheating or miraculously avoiding death (Jason, Hazel, Gwen, Frank, Jason again, Leo), not including also miscellaneous minor antagonists. Which is aggravating because you can make a “Hey, these characters can’t die!” plot work, especially if that’s the root problem they’re trying to solve! It does work in TLH and SoN! And we’ve even seen it before in Battle of the Labyrinth when Percy fights his half-brother!

But HoO basically nullifies all consequence the characters face from MoA onwards and post-BoO “death” carries no weight, because by this point we have so many excuses to get around it or avoid it or come back from it that who cares! And this continues to be a thing post-TOA! Even just in the plot summary of Chalice Of The Gods we’re introduced to YET ANOTHER “Cheat death!” item! And I’d bet we’re gonna get one in TSATS too cause we’re almost guaranteed to see Damasen again, and the like one singular myth that exists referencing Damasen also specifically mentions an herb called “the flower of Zeus” that can revive things from the dead.

And it’s extra annoying because in TOA we keep getting character deaths shoved in our faces and told we should care about them, but either they’re characters we have little to no emotional connection to (such as, like, All Of Camp Jupiter in Tyrant’s Tomb when the camp is threatened and we’re told we should care, but we’ve barely seen the camp at all besides beginning of Son of Neptune and beginning of Mark of Athena, and the only living characters we get to actually see in Camp Jupiter from before TOA are Gwen, Dakota, Don the Faun, and our HoO protagonists.)

And Jason’s death is particularly annoying because a.) He’s essentially cheated death twice already [Piper bringing him back from either death or near-death when he accidentally witnessed Hera’s true form, and then his whole spear injury that was slowly killing him but was healed with [checks notes] the power of friendship], and b.) the scene DIRECTLY PARALLELS HIS FIGHT WITH MIDAS. Which, you know, he WON. VERY EASILY. And you can’t even argue “oh but this time Piper and Apollo were right there so he couldn’t have done the same thing!” because PIPER AND LEO WERE THERE WITH MIDAS. Heck, so was Lit! Who also survives and comes back in TOA! So not only is there no excuse for Jason to have not somehow miraculously avoided death (alongside every other TOA character, basically), but he SHOULDN’T HAVE DIED IN THE FIRST PLACE because THAT’S NOT A FIGHT HE SHOULD HAVE LOST! Him losing that fight is directly contrary to what we know about his character! And “he shouldn’t have lost that fight and died” doesn’t feel tragic here, it’s just aggravating! It’s just bad writing! And there’s no way around it because nobody cares about characters dying by that point in the series anyways because it doesn’t mean anything! We’ve had too much random death fodder in HoO (like the Hunters) directly alongside characters experiencing little to no consequence when they should from their experiences (Percy & Annabeth in Tartarus, literally every character nearly dying, etc.). The only characters we do see experience any kind of lasting consequences from near-death experiences are Hazel having blackouts in Son of Neptune (which are magically erased by Mark of Athena) and Nico being heavily implied to be permanently physically disabled after Tartarus (which is half-ignored when not plot relevant in TOA and completely ignored in the short story Un Natale Mezzosangue, which gives me reason to suspect it will also be ignored in TSATS). Not to mention Frank’s curse is also randomly erased in Tyrant’s Tomb, which is extra stupid because by following the logic of that scene his curse should have been lost back in Son of Neptune when he freed Thanatos, because he was using his curse for the same exact reasons with the same exact mindset. He literally did his character arc twice. Whatever.

HoO and TOA are just such a mess writing-wise of Rick trying to haphazardly incorporate as many myths as he can with zero attempts at cohesiveness that it doesn’t make any sense (I invite you all to read just the Team Statue chapters of BoO and take a moment to process how absolutely nonsensical it is) and he fails to consider the consequences of including certain myths, both in terms of how their aspects will impact the larger plot and also the historical context behind those myths and if how they’re being applied is offensive.

TL:DR: Jason’s death is stupid from literally every angle and HoO and TOA have a problem with literally any kind of narrative consequence.

How You Get The Girl | JJK

PAIRING: CEO!Jungkook x secretary!reader (Feat. Slight Lawyer!Namjoon x Reader)

WORDS: 23K

RATING&GENRE: 18+, FRIENDS TO LOVERS, OFFICE AU

WARNINGS: Alrighty then! We've got; drinking, unsure Reader, an overprotective Jungkook, CEO Jungkook, a kinda mean Jungkook?, unprotected sex, titty play, spanking, and a bit of bullying at work? Oh, and let's not forget that Namjoon's a fake hoe, conflicted JK and Reader, cold Jungkook, so in conclusion; Jungkooks a hot CEO that just needs love.

SYNOPSIS: One thing they don't teach you in law school is how to get the guy, especially not kim namjoon who seems so unapproachable that you entrust a dear friend of yours, Jungkook, for help- except now he's realizing he rather get the girl for himself

A/n: Hey everyone! I just wanted to take a moment to apologize for the long wait on this one. Life has been pretty hectic lately, but I'm so excited to finally be able to share this with you! I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. And if you do end up liking it, I would absolutely love to hear from you! Your comments and asks mean the world to me and really help me grow as a writer. So don't be shy - drop a line and let me know what you think!

Thanks so much for your patience and support. I wouldn't do this without you all.

It's 5 am when your alarm wakes you up. You groggily reach out to switch it off, feeling the heaviness in your eyes as you force yourself to get up from your bed, and as you sluggishly walk over to the window, you see that it's still dark outside.

Despite your fatigue, you know you have to start your day soon.

Working at Jeon Lawfirm, you are blessed to have a job that allows you to make a good living—being able to enjoy luxuries in life you would've never imagined as a little girl. However, this blessing comes with its own set of challenges—On some days, work hours can stretch to over 10 hours, which can be physically and mentally exhausting for someone who prefers to have as little social interaction as possible.

It's even more challenging on days where you are working alongside attorneys who have been with the firm longer than you, and they seem to pass their workload on to you.

You sigh, “Another day, another tiring 8 hours.” As you slip on your slippers and make your way to the bathroom, you mentally prepare yourself for the stressful day that lies ahead.

"Fuck me," you curse under your breath when you open your fridge and find that the meal you had promised yourself was there yesterday is now gone.

You were looking forward to having it for lunch today, and now you had to settle for a $6 normal hot coffee and maybe that 10$ sandwich that always basically smiled at you whenever you passed by at the cafe in your office building.

It's not just the cost that bothers you, but the fact that you know you could have made a better breakfast for yourself if only you hadn't eaten your meal the night prior due to your period cravings.

You start to consider your options as you rapidly make your way down the elevator of your building and catching the bus. Maybe you could try to make it to a 7/11 before work.

You like to go a little bolder with your makeup for work, considering that most women there dress to impress—This leads to the question of: Who are they trying to impress? Jeon Jungkook—the simple answer is Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook's your friend. His parents are close to yours—however, their social status is vastly different. Despite this, Jungkook has never acted or felt superior to you, which is a demonstration of how exactly his character is.

Regardless of his social status, how much money he has or his position in the company—Jungkook and you are great friends, in fact, there's even rumors that the two of your are dating which in your opinion is ridiculous. He's like a brother to you!

-

“You're-” Jimin, your coworker, starts to scold you for being late, but as he glances at the clock, he realizes you're actually on time for once.

He lets out a sigh of relief and says, "-Not late, for once." You smile and give him a playful wink before walking past him and towards Jungkook's office.

The office building is immaculate. It is no wonder, though, given that it is valued at over 200 million dollars.

The rigorous selection for employment is a reflection of the building's very exclusive status, with an acceptance rate of only 0.5%. So, with the high standards, those who do manage to secure a position within the building are usually snobs in their mid 40s.

From the sleek, modern design to the state-of-the-art technology, every detail has been carefully considered to ensure that the building is a top-notch workspace. The building also has a range of different spaces, including a fully-equipped gym, on-site dining options, and even a rooftop garden where employees can relax and eat lunch during their breaks.

Overall, it is clear to you and anyone for that matter that the Jeon Lawfirm is not just a workplace but a symbol of success and exclusivity. Something that you are clearly...lacking.

You take a deep breath, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation for the day ahead—you have the feeling its gonna be a good one.

Walking down the endless luxury polished clean hallway, you think about the upcoming meeting with the team to discuss the latest case. You remember the mistakes you faced during the last one, but you're determined to take on any obstacles that come your way this time around.

As you approach Jungkook's office, you hear the sound of his laughter coming from inside. You can't help but feel a sense of comfort knowing that he's in a good mood today. You werent scared or anything but an angry Jungkook was never a good sign.

You knock on the door, and he invites you in "pass".

“Good morning, Mrs. L/n,” Namjoon, Jungkook's close friend and coworker, greeted you with a smile and you couldnt help but feel a slight blush creep up your cheeks as you returned the bow and replied with a soft “morning.”

Walking up to Jungkook with purpose, quickening your pace as you approach him. You extend your hand, holding out the reports that were due today.

Glancing at the stack of paper, Jungkook took a deep breath and began to review his meetings for the day. You knew that he was a natural leader, but you also knew that he had worked hard to get to where he was today—Jungkooks dad, Ceo of Jeon Lawfirm—wasn't one to mess with, regardless if Jungkook was his son or not, if he didn't fit the position he wouldnt be here right now.

From his early days as an intern to now being the head of the department, you had watched as he had grown and developed his skills.

As you watched Jungkook go through the reports, you couldn't help but glance around the room, your eyes meeting Namjoons for the tiniest second as he send you a small smile.

Namjoon was older than you, but cute nonetheless. In fact, you have always found something attractive about older guys, not necessarily grandpa-aged, but maybe just three to five years older than you. It's a fine line, but one that you believe is perfect. There's just something alluring about someone who has a bit more experience in life, someone who can offer a different perspective, and Namjoon seemed to fit that description perfectly, with his charming smile and confident demeanour. You found yourself drawn to him.

“Okay great, you'll be at those meetings too right?” Jungkook speaks up, placing down the reports and looking at you. You nod in agreement, happy that you'll be able to attend and contribute to the meetings once again.

"Of course, do you prefer coffee or water for the guests?" you ask, eager to ensure that everything runs smoothly. You take note of his request but as Jungkook starts to talk, you stop him with a question. "Just to clarify, are there any specific requirements for the meeting that I should be aware of?"

Jungkook pauses for a moment before responding, "Actually, y/n, you're taking over Namjoon's part for this one. Have the interns do the Organization." You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you realize the level of responsibility that has been entrusted to you.

Namjoon is an integral part of the team, and plays a vital role in supporting Jungkook.

He acts as Jungkook's right-hand man, always ready to lend a hand whenever Jungkook needs it. Whether it's helping with cases or providing support during a tough decision, Namjoon is always there to assist.

Jungkook looks at you expectantly, waiting for your answer. You feel your nerves getting the best of you and you take a deep breath before responding.

"Is that okay with you?" he asks again, his eyes showing a hint of concern. You let out a nervous laugh and begin playing with the pen in your hand. "No, yeah, it's totally okay. I'm just feeling a little overwhelmed," you say, trying to mask the anxiety in your voice. You take a moment to gather your thoughts and continue, "It's a great opportunity to learn more about the field"

Jungkook nods understandingly and smiles, making you feel a little more at ease.

At this point, you were feeling a mix of emotions. You weren't even sure if you were nervous because of the meeting or because of the fact that you were about to be all alone with Namjoon. The thought of being alone with him made your heart race faster. You wanted to make a good impression and show him that you were capable of handling whatever task he had for you.

“Good then I'll leave you two to it, feel free to stay in my office” Jungkool said as he stood up from his seat behind the big desk and walked out the door, leaving you all alone with namjoon.

The room was silent except for the sound of the air conditioning. Namjoon cleared his throat and gestured for you to take a seat in front of the desk. As you sat down, you noticed a picture frame on the desk; It was a picture of Jungkook and his dog bam, both of them smiling.

Namjoon noticed you looking at the picture and chuckled. "Jungkook seems cold but he wont let anything happen to that dog," he said.

You smiled politely and looked away, feeling a bit awkward. Namjoon seemed to sense your discomfort and quickly changed the subject. "So, let's get started," he said, pulling out a folder from one of the drawers. "I have some ideas for the project that I think you'll find interesting.”

-

"My dick is the size of that cucumber." Jimin drunkenly shouted, pointing at the fruit basket that decorated the bar where you were celebrating your company's 50th anniversary.

"Your dick is the size of a pea, so shut up." Jungkook, who was standing behind Jimin, overheard and replied.

You were drunk, laughing at Jimins unfunny jokes and laughing even more when you heard Jungkooks reply. "He ended you" you laugh pointing at your friend.

It was your first time attending a big company party, and you were determined to make a good impression. You were hesitant to drink too much at first, and risk embarrassing yourself in front of your colleagues. However, Jimin, had other plans. He insisted on taking you to the bar, where he encouraged you to try different drinks since they were free for all employees.

As you sipped on your 5th drink of the night, Jimin regaled you with hilarious stories about past company parties, and soon you found yourself laughing and relaxing more.

You had enough to drink—and Jungkook seemed to think the same as he took your cocktail from you, saying, "Come on, let me take you home."

“But we're just getting started Kook!” You whine, but don't fight it when he grabs your arm, dragging out out the hall. You didn't want to go home just yet. “Come on I promised your mom I'd have an eye on you for tonight” Jungkook replied, searching for his car keys while you leaned against his black Mercedes.

You couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but you knew that Jungkook was just looking out for you.

“I still can't believe my Mom still makes you babysit me, I'm 24!” you argue as you sit in the passenger seat of Jungkook's car.

Jungkook laughs and shakes his head, his eyes focused on the street. "Your mom just cares about you, you know that. Plus, she knows how much Jimin means to you and how things can get out of hand when you're alone with him."

Jungkook has always been there for you. It's not just about 'babysitting' you, but also about how he's always been a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear whenever you needed it.

You remember the time when you were struggling with school and he stayed up late to help you with your homework—he's always been the smarter one, obviously. Or when you were going through a tough break-up, and he took you out for coffee to cheer you up.

It's quite interesting that both your parents have always wanted you and Jungkook to date. It's a bit of a coincidence that he is the heir of a million-dollar Law firm, and you are the daughter of his parents' best friends. They saw it as an opportunity to bring the two families together and create a strong bond. It's not every day that such a good opportunity presents itself to join two families that have been close friends for many years.

From joint family vacations to shared family events, it could have been a great experience for everyone involved.

But Jungkook didn't see you in that way for a long time. He still probably doesn't.

“You passed my place!” You argue, looking out the car window at your building.

“do you really think I'll let you sleep alone tonight? You're drunk y/n”. Jungkook chuckles as he plays with his piercing shaking his head. You feel partly embarrassed at your state and partly amused by Jungkook's protective nature.

You've always appreciated his concern for you, but it's moments like these that make you want to be seen as an actual 24 year old woman and not the 15 year old y/n that would hide behind his body when she saw her crush.

As the car pulls up to Jungkook's apartment building, you can't help but feel a sense of comfort settling over you. One of Jungkook's homes was a luxurious penthouse situated atop a high-rise, offering a breathtaking view of the bustling city of Seoul. The penthouse was exclusively designed and adorned with high end furnishings, creating a vibe of grandeur and wealth. The interior was spacious and adorned with designer decor, glistening marble floors and elegant chandeliers.

It was a true architecture dream and design, reflecting the success and wealth of its owner, Jeon Jungkook.

As you step out of the car and follow him into his apartment, you can't help but feel a sense of nervousness within you.

"Soo..." you mutter, taking off your shoes and placing your bag somewhere on his kitchen counter.

"So?" Jungkook raises a brow, taking off his shoes as well and greeting his dog with a slight pat on the head; poor Bam was probably tired.

Jungkook poured a glass of water for you and himself as he asked, "You remember where the guest room is, right?" You nod in response. "Take tomorrow off, you'll be hungover," he says with a chuckle.

"What? No! Jungkook, you don't need to be biased just because we're friends." You scoff at his suggestion.

You pause for a moment, closing your eyes you appreciate his concern for your well-being, but then again, you could take care of yourself. You continue the conversation, "But, I do appreciate your concern. Maybe I'll take it easy tonight." You both sip on your water, enjoying the calming effect it has on your throats.

Suddenly, the sound of the clock ticking becomes more noticeable and you realize how late it is. "Oh, it's already past midnight. I should really get to bed," you say as you straightened your dress and placed the glass in his sink. Jungkook just nods "don't forget to take your makeup off"

Later that night

Namjoon looked extra cute tonight. He had styled his hair in a new and interesting way and had even worn a custom Valentino suit that was perfectly tailored to his body. You couldn't help but notice how his outfit accentuated his broad shoulders and muscular arms.

However, you were a bit disappointed that you didn't get a chance to talk to him. He seemed to be surrounded by his older friends, who were all busy celebrating and drinking. You did try to catch Namjoon's eye a few times, hoping to get a chance to say hello, but he was too engrossed in his conversation to notice you. So as the night went on, you watched him from afar, admiring the way he moved and the way his dimples appeared when he laughed.

You wished that you could be a part of his world, even just for a moment.

"I should get over it already." As you stand in front of the big bathroom mirror, you mumble to yourself, It's been a long day anyway, and you're looking forward to getting some rest before work tomorrow.

You take off your makeup and slip out of your dress, feeling the cool air on your skin. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, taking in your reflection. You notice the lines around your eyes and the way your hair falls across your forehead. You wonder if anyone else will ever pay attention to you enough to notice these details or if they only see the surface of you; Jeon Jungkooks secretary.

You feel vulnerable in only your underwear. It's like all the layers of protection have been stripped away and you're left with only yourself. You take a deep breath and try to push away the negative thoughts, any insecurities at that.

Tomorrow is a new day, and you'll face it with a fresh perspective. Maybe you'll bring Namjoon a coffee too.

Jungkook lies in his bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling at his eyelids. This night was supposed to be one of relaxation, a chance to unwind and forget about the stresses of the day. However, it seems that not everyone shared his thought for a peaceful evening. Instead, he was forced to deal with a barrage of work-related conversations, leaving him feeling drained and unmotivated.

As he glances at the clock, his frustration only grows. It's already 1am, and he knows that he'll have to be up early tomorrow, just like you. The pressure of balancing work and personal life is all too real, and sometimes, it can feel overwhelming, even for him.

-

Jungkooks had had enough.

This morning was just as draining as any, and to make matters worse, the interns seemed to be making mistakes left and right. "What do you mean you cancelled the meeting?" Jungkook's voice echoed through the once-quiet halls of the office, now filled with the tension of his frustration. "S-sir, I-" the intern stammered, but Jungkook cut him off. "No excuses. We need to stay organized and on top of everything, especially during these busy times." He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Jungkook's frustration was palpable as he glared at the intern in front of him. "Do you even realize how much money I just lost because of your mistake?" he seethed, his voice low and dangerous. The intern visibly trembled, unsure of how to react to the COO's anger.

Jungkook took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down before asking, "Who hired you? Was it Mrs. L/n?"

As the intern nodded hesitantly, Jungkook couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment.

You were obviously a trusted member of his team, and he had entrusted you with the task of finding suitable candidates for the internship program last year. Jungkook had assumed that you had thoroughly vetted each applicant and chosen only the best.

He knew that mistakes happened, but he also knew that as the COO, he had to hold his team accountable for their actions.

Jungkook let out a deep sigh, his expression a mix of disappointment and frustration as he shook his head. "You're fired" he said firmly to the intern standing before him.

The young boy opened his mouth as if to say something but thought better of it and instead bowed respectfully before turning to leave. Before he could make his exit, however, Jungkook called out to him again. "And please, tell Mrs. L/n that I need to see her in my office," he added, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with the intern. "Right now."

-

"You fired him? He was the best one we had!” You argue, crossing your arms and stomping your feet in frustration. “Well, he messed up big time, and we can't have incompetent people working here,” Jungkook argues back, sipping on his coffee as he gives you a stern look.

After a moment of silence, Jungkook continues. "Anyway, the reason I wanted to talk to you wasn't that. I can handle firing people myself."

Jungkook sits up now, finger brushing over his lip "Theres a new case we're working on. I think there's a lot of potential for growth, but we need to make sure we have the right team in place. I'd like to hear your thoughts on who we should bring on board and how we can win this case without any problems."

You take a deep breath, letting go of your frustration about the fired employee.

“What case is it? Mr. Lee's?” You ask as you sit down in front of his desk when he motions for you to do so.

“No, it’s a new one. It’s not as big as the previous one, but it's very tricky. You and Namjoon will be working on it, with me overlooking everything you do. This will be your first big case, Y/n,” he addresses you by your first name for the first time that morning. “I need you to do good."

Turns out the case in question is a complex one that involves a lot of investigative work. You will have to sift through mountains of evidence, interview witnesses, and piece together a compelling case for your client. This is your chance to prove your worth and show that you have what it takes to succeed in the competitive world of law, and most importantly be more than just Jeon Jungkooks Secretary—his hot Secretary.

"Of course," you nod, smiling at Jungkook. You gather your belongings and stand up to leave, eager to start with the case.

As you make your way out of the office, you can't help but think about the opportunity this case presents to work closely with Namjoon.

“What's got you smiling like that?” Jimin asks as he sits down beside you at lunchtime. Taking a deep breath, feeling a bit giddy as you reply, “Just nothing.” But Jimin is persistent. “Spit it out,” he bugs you, and you can't resist his playful teasing.

“Fine,” you smile, your excitement growing. “Guess who will be working with the brilliant and talented Kim Namjoon on the new case?” You pause for dramatic effect, savoring Jimin's inquisitive gaze.

"Me!" You continue, “I was just told this morning that I'll be joining the team working on the high-profile case involving the disappearance of famous actress Min Doyeon. The case has been all over the news and everyone's talking about it. It's a huge opportunity for me to work with Kim Namjoon.”

Jimin nods, impressed. “Wow, that's... amazing news, Congratulations, you deserve it.” he chuckles. "Look at you, finally getting laid"

As you take a bite of your salad, you suddenly hear Jimin's words and your eyes widen in shock. You quickly cover his mouth, hoping that nobody heard him. "Are you crazy?" you whisper, "Don't say that out loud! You know how nosy some of the people in this office can be. The last thing I need is for Namjoon to find out about it!"

You look around the room, feeling paranoid. You remember the last time some gossip spread around the office, and how it ended up with 3 people quitting. It was a nightmare, and you don't want to go through that again. You take a deep breath and try to calm down, thinking of a way to prevent any further leaks.

"Let's talk about this later, in private," you say to Jimin, "I have a few ideas on how i can win Namjoon over." You take another bite of your salad, trying to act casual, "remember that skirt i bought? Will definetly be wearing that" you smirk.

-

"Ms. L/n" As soon as you entered the office, Namjoon flashed you a warm smile. He couldn't help but notice how cute you looked in your tight-fitted outfit.

"Mr. Kim" You greeted him politely and walked over to his desk, placing the papers you had prepared for the case. "These are some of the drafts I have for the case. I tried to cover all the angles, but if you need anything more, just let me know," you said with a smile and a nervous bite of your lip.

Namjoon noticed your dedication and attention to detail, picking up the papers and began to review them carefully, making sure to give each page the due consideration it deserved.

Meanwhile, you made yourself comfortable on the chair in front of his desk, crossing your legs and playing with the hem of your blouse.

As he read through the drafts, he noticed that there were a few areas where he felt more information could be added. He jotted down a couple of notes and looked up at you. "This is great work, Mrs. L/n," he said. "I think we're on the right track. But I do have a few suggestions for some additional content that could help... strengthen our case. Would you mind taking a look at them and incorporating them into your drafts?"

You nodded eagerly, walking over to him with quick steps as you leaned over his shoulder. As you listened to Namjoons suggestions, you couldn't help but feel a blush creeping up your cheeks. This was work, but your mind was somewhere else.

“You look awfully happy,” Jungkook noticed as he opened his car door for you.

The two of you had worked late today, and he had kindly offered to drive you home. You had been having to rely on public transportation to get around, so his gesture was greatly appreciated.

“Well, you could say I had an accomplishing day at work with Mr. Kim,” you replied, smiling and biting your lip.

As you settle into the passenger seat, Jungkook raises a brow, and you can tell he is curious. “Why's that? Is the case coming along?” he asks, and you nod, explaining that the investigation is making progress. You notice a small smile on his lips as he listens to you speak.

“And the other reason?” he prods, clearly interested in the other motive behind your happiness. You can't help but giggle as you recall day with Namjoon. “I got to know Namjoon a bit better,” you confess, feeling your cheeks flush. “He's so cute, isn't he?” You close your eyes, savoring the memory of your conversation with him, and feel a sense of excitement as you think about seeing him again tomorrow.

As Jungkook pokes his cheek, you can't help but notice the concern on his face. "He's also like 7 years older than you Y/n," he says, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as he keeps his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

You let out a playful groan as you respond to his statement, "Boo-hoo, Oh come on, don't be such a party pooper. What's wrong with a little age difference?" There's a hint of mischief in your voice as you tease him.

You can't help but appreciate his protective nature, even if it does mean he's a little overbearing at times.

"I'm not, but he could be your dad Y/n," he said. You couldn't help but roll your eyes and hit him on the chest, saying "Kook, that's an exaggeration." But the comment lingered in your mind.

“You're friends with him right?” You hesitate a moment before asking. Sensing your hesitation, Jungkook nods reassuringly “yeah, not close, but we work together a lot” Jungkook answers.

You ponder for a moment and decide to give it a shot. You just shrug “you couldn't… you know… help me out a little? Maybe put in a good word for me or something?” You give him puppy eyes.

A small silence ensues and you start to worry that you are asking too much. But Jungkook sighs and says, “I'll see what I can do. But you should be careful, men like him are not the kind to commit to relationships”

And that's how it all began.

You had an undeniable crush on Namjoon, the kind of attraction that made your heart skip a beat every time he walked into a room. You dreamed about going on a date with him, about what it would be like to hold his hand and look into his eyes.

Jungkook could help you out. He was always good at reading people, at knowing what they wanted and how to make it happen. Maybe he could play matchmaker and set you up with Namjoon. It was a long shot, but it was worth a try.

After all, Namjoon was a great guy and deserved to find love just as much as you. So you and Jungkook—aka just you— brainstormed ideas.

You knew that it wouldn't be easy, that there were no guarantees, but you were determined to try. After all, what did you have to lose? Maybe your dignity, but that was a problem future y/n would have to handle.

-

As you walk into the office the next day, Jimin greets you with a compliment. "You look good," he says with a smile.

"Thank you" you say offering him a cup of coffee, which he accepts graciously. As he takes a sip, he notices a change in your demeanor. "Wow, what's gotten into you? You seem so...happy," he observes. It's true - you are feeling particularly optimistic and upbeat today. "I'm always happy," you argue, but you know that there's something different about today. Perhaps it's because you finally got a good night's sleep, or because you're excited about seeing Namjoon today.

"No, no," Jimin argues, "you can't just leave me hanging like that. Spill the tea!"

You grin mischievously, leaning in close so no one can overhear. "Well, I've asked for Jungkook's help to win over Namjoon," you whisper conspiratorially. Jimin's eyes widen in surprise before he breaks into a grin. "Oh, I see what you're doing. You're gonna have a boyfriend soon, huh?" he teases, nudging your arm playfully.

You laugh and nod, feeling a wave of excitement at the possibility. "Yeah, I hope so. It's been a while since I've been in a relationship, and I think Namjoon might be the one."

“Careful there he comes!” Jimin warns before getting back to work. You quickly turn to see Namjoon approaching with a smile. You return it, feeling a flutter in your stomach.

He stops next to you and addresses you.

“Ms. L/n, mind accompanying me for breakfast today to talk over the case?” he asks, his voice calm and collected. And deep, very deep.

You nod eagerly, unable to contain your excitement. The opportunity to eat breakfast with Namjoon, the hottest partner at the firm, is a dream come true.

You gather your things and follow Namjoon out of the building.

“… all in all I think you're doing an amazing job at assisting me with this case, miss L/n” Namjoon smiles, his dimples showing. You feel a warmth in your heart and can't help but grin. It's always nice to receive compliments, especially from someone you like.

“Oh please just call me Y/n” you giggle, feeling more comfortable around Namjoon. You have been working together for a few days now and it's great to see that your teamwork is paying off.

“And yeah of course, that's what I'm here for” you smile, taking a bite of your food.

“Soo.. you're friends with Jeon, right? How come?” Namjoon initiates small tall and you grin. “Well our parents are friends, and you know how he rest of the story goes” you shrug, tabbing your phone to look at the time.

“Do you take this bus often? I'm still getting used to the schedule.” You panic, not wanting tk be late for work.

“Don't be silly, let's take my car, I'm heading back too,” Namjoon offers with a warm smile. You feel relieved by his offer and thank him for his kindness.

As you both walk towards the parking lot, you can't help but notice the beautiful weather and cherry blossom trees. The sun is shining bright and the city is alive. Namjoon opens the door for you and you get into the car.

You both enjoy the music and the silence that follows. The car ride is smooth and Namjoon drives safely. You admire the view outside the window and the city buildings that stand in the distance.

You arrive at the office building, slightly behind schedule, but you feel a sense of satisfaction deep within you.

"You're late," Jimin says playfully, his lips curling up in a smirk. "Was it worth it?" he asks before you can even explain. You feel yourself unwind as you respond, "Yes, it was worth every second." You then walk towards Jungkook's office.

As soon as you walk in, Jungkook shoots you a questioning look. "Reason you're late, L/n" he asks without even looking up from his work. You take a deep breath and explain, "I was having breakfast with Mr. Kim to discuss the case. He wanted to go over some important details and I didn't want to miss anything."

Jungkook grunts in response and goes back to typing on his computer. You can't help but feel a little annoyed. You had woken up extra early to make sure you wouldn't be late, but here Jungkook was, acting like you had no regard for your job.

"Actually," you add, "Mr. Kim had some really interesting insights about the case. He thinks we should focus more on the timeline of events leading up to the incident." Jungkook finally looks up at you, intrigued—that damn tongue of his poking his cheek "Go on," he says.

You smile, happy to have gained his attention. "Well, he explained that if we can establish a clear timeline, we might be able to narrow down our list of suspects. We could also look for any inconsistencies in the timeline that could help us identify the..." you struggle to find the word.

"Culprit?" Jungkook asks, you nod.

Jungkook nods thoughtfully. "That's a good idea," he says. "Thanks for letting me know."

“Of course”, you breathe out, relieved.

"Youre doing a good job Y/n"

You have been working hard on this and the fact that Jungkook, your boss, is pleased with your work means a lot to you. You can tell that he is taking your contributions seriously, as he addressed you informally, indicating that hes for real.

“You're dismissed,” he says, and you quickly gather your things, ready to leave. But before you can walk out the door, he stops you. “I left some documents I need you to look over for me on your desk,” he says, his tone serious. “Please make sure to hand those to me by tonight.” You just nod.

-

You sat comfortably on Jungkook's couch, sipping on your wine as you looked at him with a smile. "So technically if I were to date Joon," you began, "we would be the cutest couple, period."

The two of you were spending your free Saturday night at his place, which was a rare occurrence. But, for some reason, he had invited you over, and you were glad for the company. You and Jungkook had been friends for a while, and you always enjoyed spending time with him. But since the two of you started working, free time was almost non-existent.

The room was quiet for a few moments before Jungkook spoke up. "You know, its weird to hear you call him that? Are you guys past the getting to know each other phase?"

You notice Jungkook's sour expression as he takes a sip of his whiskey, his legs spread wide apart and his eyes avoiding yours.

You take a deep breath before speaking up again. "So, Joon and I went out for dinner the other day because of the case, but it felt like more than that, i dont know..?" you ask, giggling slightly as you realize that you're a little tipsy.

You recall the way he looked at you, the way he laughed at your jokes, and the way he brushed his hand against yours. It was all so new and exciting, yet at the same time, you couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it than just a dinner between coworkers.

“For the love of God, will you stop calling him Joon? He's not your boyfriend y/n you're being delusional,” he snarls out, the nice mood shifting into something else.

You take a deep breath and try to remain calm. You understand that he's just trying to protect you, but sometimes he takes it too far. You look at him and say, "excuse me? but I'm capable of making my own decisions about who I call by their name. And for the record, I know that he's not my boyfriend."

Jungkook's expression softens as he realizes how his words must have hurt you. "I'm sorry, y/n. I just don't want to see you get hurt," he says, reaching out to touch your arm.

You pull away slightly, still feeling hurt. "But I'm not a child. I can handle myself."

Jungkook nods, understanding. "I know you can. I just- i dont know."

"I know you do. But that was not nice. I'm not going to do anything stupid." You argue, slightly shifting in your seat.

“I think I'm gonna leave now,” you whisper, standing up. As you look down at Jungkook, you can see the sadness in his eyes.

“Jungkook, I know you're sorry. But this isn't just about you. It's about me and my relationships.” You pause and give him a small smile, hoping to soften the blow. “I need space right now... Maybe we can talk later.” With that, you turn and leave, the weight of the conversation heavy on your shoulders.

“Ba- y/n” Jungkook stops you “Hey I'm sorry, that was stupid of me” Jungkook apologizes again. He takes a deep breath and continues, “I just want you to know that I care about you, and I want you to be happy okay?” He places his hand on your shoulder and gives it a gentle rub. You feel the warmth of his touch, and it brings a sense of comfort to you.

Jungkook pauses for a moment, thinking about the right words to say. Finally, he speaks up, “I want to see you happy and fulfilled. Whatever it takes, I'll be there for you. Whether it's through the tough times or the good times, I'll be your support system, your rock, your friend.”

You feel a tear roll down your cheek—you get so emotional when youre drunk, touched by his sincerity and kindness.

“Thank you, Jungkook,” you whisper, “I appreciate it. You're a true friend.” With those words, Jungkook feels a tear form in his eyes. He didn't just want to be your friend.

“It's late now anyway, we have to work tomorrow”, you say, stifling a yawn as you glance at the clock. Jungkook nods in agreement, a small smile on his lips. “Let's head to bed”, he says as he gets up from the couch. "You can sleep here"

-

“So joon, I heard you're all about y/n, lately? Is that true?” Hoseok speaks up from the table.

Despite having just won a case after 2 months of back and forth, the conversation had turned towards more private talk.

All of them sat comfortably in a high end restaurant, having rented the whole floor for privacy. The restaurant's lavish decor boasted of intricately designed chandeliers that cast a warm glow on the room.

“It's true,” Namjoon laughed, taking a sip of his wine. “She's cute isn't she?” He then winked, a mischievous glint in his eye. Jungkook groaned, annoyed by the sudden talk about you, but he couldn't help but feel a little curious about the relationship between Namjoon and you. Did something happen already between you two?

He had never seen his friend so smitten before. Meanwhile, Jin chimed in, asking Namjoon about how long he had been interested in you, and if he had any plans to make a move.

Jungkook sat back in his chair, considering your request to help you out with Namjoon.

He wanted to help you, but it felt so wrong.

Jungkook took a deep breath and leaned forward. "You know, I think you should make a move," he said finally, a small forced smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I've known her for a while now, she's a real keeper. She's smart, funny, and just a joy to be around."

He paused for a moment, thinking. "Of course you don't want to come on too strong and scare her off."

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, looking thoughtful. "just spend more time with her. Invite her to hang out with you and plan a date that the two of you could go on together"

Namjoon nods in agreement, and the rest of the men sitting at the table follow. "That's a great idea," he says with a mischievous grin. "I'll definitely give it a try."

As they continue their conversation, Jungkook can't help but feel odd, was this really a good idea? You and Namjoon?

"Thanks for giving me the go man," Namjoon spoke as he entered the bathroom after Jungkook.

Jungkook only nods in response "I'm glad I could help," he replies. "I know how much you means to her, and I want to see her happy."

Namjoon chuckles softly. "Yeah, she's amazing," he says, leaning against the sink. "We've been coworkers for so long, but I feel like there's something more there, you know?"

Jungkook nods internally rolling his eyes. "I get it. Sometimes it takes a while to realize your feelings for someone."

-

You walk into the building with a huge smile on your face, after Jungkook had told you that hed talked to Namjoon, you felt as if there could actually happen something between you two.

Greeting Jimin cheerfully. "Good morning, Jimin!" Handing him his coffee with a smile, you make your way to your office, feeling a sense of excitement in the air. Today is the last day of the case, and you can't help but feel a little sad that your time working with Namjoon is coming to an end.

From legal research and writing to trial preparation and client communication, you're grateful for the opportunity to work with Kim Namjoon.

As you settle into your office, you take a deep breath and allow yourself a well-deserved moment of reflection. The past two weeks have been a whirlwind of activity, with long hours and hard work, but also with a growing sense of closeness with Joon.

You look down at the papers spread out before you, the culmination of all your hard work and preparation leading up to the trial. Each page is filled with crucial details, evidence, and arguments that Namjoon will need to present with clarity and precision.

You are about to stand up and make your way to Namjoon's office to discuss strategy when he suddenly appears at the door, striding in with his characteristic energy and enthusiasm.

“Oh!” you exclaim, feeling the warmth of your cheeks as you watch Namjoon. “I was just about to come see you, Mr. Kim.” You giggle, feeling your nerves dissipate as you approach him with the papers in hand.

“Is that so?” Namjoon replies, his eyes glinting as he locks the door behind him. You feel a flutter in your stomach as he smirks at you, his gaze lingering a moment longer than necessary.

“Yes! I have all the finishing drafts right here,” you say, trying to focus on the task at hand. “The trial should be a piece of cake.” You hand him the papers, trying to ignore the way his hand brushes against yours as he takes them. “Thank you,” he says, his eyes flicking up to meet yours briefly. “I'll take a look...”

You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and... anticipation?

“Um, well that's it, I should go check on Mr. Jeon, in case he needs me for anything-” you said, feeling a bit flustered as you tried to leave. But Namjoon stopped you with a hand on your hip, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Why the hurry?” he asked, his smirk growing as he caged you against the wall, his leg positioned between yours. You felt your heart race as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin.

Suddenly, you found it hard to remember what you were going to say next. Your thoughts were muddled as Namjoon's intense gaze locked onto yours. “Mr. Kim-” you started to say, but he cut you off with a low chuckle. “Namjoon,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You can call me Namjoon.”

As you looked up at him, you couldn't help but feel a jolt of electricity shoot through you. This man was dangerous, but you couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him.

You wondered what it would be like to kiss him, to feel his lips on yours. But before you could even consider it, he was already doing just that.

As Nmajoon pulls away, you notice his eyes trailing down your body. "You're a beautiful woman, y/n," he says, "I've always admired you from afar." he winks at you, and his hand squeezes your hip. "I was glad when Jeon put us two together for the case," he continues with a grin. "Don't you feel the same?"

You stare at him for a moment, unsure of how to respond. You can feel your heart racing as you try to come up with something to say. Finally, you manage to nod your head and say, "Yeah," biting your lip nervously.

His hand found your lip and he played with it, tracing the outline of your mouth with his finger. “It's such a shame that you're just Jeon's assistant,” Namjoon said, looking deep into your eyes. “You have so much more to offer.” You smiled, enjoying the feeling of his touch. “I'm happy with my position as his secretary,” you replied, leaning into him.

“Namjoon, maybe we shouldn't do this here. We're at work,” you said, biting your lip nervously.

“No one will find out. You just have to be quiet,” he whispered, his breath hot on your neck. As the two of you continued to flirt, you couldn't help but wonder if this was a mistake. Would you regret it later?

-

“Oh, oh!” You moan as Namjoon thrusts into you, his gaze fixed on where your bodies meet.

You feel a rush of pleasure as you realize how deeply he's penetrating you. He leans forward, kissing your neck as he continues to move inside you—You can feel his muscles tensing as he picks up speed, his fingers digging into your skin.

You arch your back, meeting his thrusts with your own. It's been so long since you've felt this good, and you can't help but gasp with pleasure. Namjoon grins down at you, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on you. "You're amazing," he murmurs, and you feel a surge of pride. You're not a virgin, but you haven't been with anyone who's made you feel this good in a long time.

Namjoon smirks with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his hands playing with your nipples. "You know," he says, "one day we'll have all the time we need and I'll fuck all of your holes until you scream my name." His words send shivers down your spine, but you can't help feeling excited at the thought of being completely consumed by him. "But for now," he continues, "we have to be careful. We don't want anyone finding out about us." With that, he leans down to kiss you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as if he's trying to memorize every taste and sensation. You feel your body responding to his touch, your desire growing with every passing second.

As Namjoon finishes, you can't help but feel a little disappointed that the moment had to end so soon. But as he extends his hand to help you up, you feel reassured by the warmth in his touch.

You follow him out of the office soon after, trying to keep your head down and avoid drawing attention to yourself. You're not entirely sure what would happen if anyone found out about the two of you, but you know it wouldn't be good.

As you walk through the halls, you can't help but feel a little nervous. What if they knew what just happened behind those closed doors?

-

"You what?" Jimin almost yelled out. His eyes widened in shock. "In your office? Damn y/n, I didn't know you were freaky like that," he chuckled, shaking his head.

You felt a little embarrassed, but you explained that it wasn't like that. "I'm not "freaky"," you argued. "But I don't know, it just happened." You shrugged, trying to deflect from the topic. You didn't want to give too many details about what had happened, but you knew that Jimin wouldn't let it go easily.

"It felt right," you said, trying to justify your actions. "I don't regret it, but I don't want to make things awkward in the office either."

Jimin nodded, understanding your concerns. "It's just human nature," he said with a smile. "Sometimes things happen—sex is hot— and we can't stop it from happening at weird situations. Just be careful, y/n. You don't want to get into trouble at work." He winks "I don't think Mr. Jeon would appreciate knowing that his secretary is a slut" he laughs.

You chuckled and playfully hit his chest, "I'm not a slut." Your expression softened and your eyes almost formed a heart shape as you admitted, "I just have a crush on Kim Namjoon."

Jimin's eyebrows raised as he spoke after swallowing his food, "Speaking of Mr. Kim, he's right there." He nodded towards the direction of where Kim Namjoon was. You couldn't help but let out a contented sigh and flash a grin, "Yeah, he is.”

“Well? What are you waiting for? Go talk to him” he hurries you. Your heart flutters as you feel the familiar warmth of a blush creeping up your neck. You hesitate for a moment, taking in the scene around you. You glance over at Jimin, who is giving you an encouraging grin and a playful nudge towards the guy.

You take a deep breath and start walking towards him, trying to gather your courage. Your mind is racing with thoughts of what to say, how to act, and whether you look good enough.

Fixing your hair, you follow Namjoon to the elevator. As you reach him, you are surprised to see Mr. Jung from the research department standing next to Namjoon.

You keep quiet for a moment, hiding behind one of the plants in the corridor, not wanting to interrupt their conversation when you suddenly hear Namjoon's voice loud and clear. “She was tight, man, never knew Ms. L/n was such a whore, I mean, all it took was for me to say some sweet nothing and she was practically undressing”, both men laugh.

It's like the whole world stops for a second as you take in his words. Whore? You? A small tear formed in your eye as you back away, shaking your head. Finally turning to leave, trying to put as much distance between yourself and the hurtful words as possible, you hear Mr. Jung's voice behind you. "Don't you see the way some of the women here practically undress Mr. Jeon?" he says. "I wouldn't be surprised if Y/n was the same."

You can feel your anger rising as you hear those words. How dare he make such assumptions about you? You want to turn around and confront him, to tell him that he has no right to talk about you like that. But you know that it won't do any good. Instead, you keep walking, trying to push the hurt and anger aside and focus on moving forward.

As you make your way through the crowded hallway, you try to keep up a facade of composure, brushing past people with as much confidence as possible. However, as soon as you step into Mr. Jeon's office, all the walls you've built up come crashing down. You break down in front of him, crying your eyes out, feeling helpless and vulnerable.

He greets you with a gentle smile and a hug, his comforting embrace providing some much-needed solace in your moment of distress. As he strokes your hair, he asks "what's wrong", his voice soft and soothing.

Despite your reluctance to open up, you find yourself pouring out your heart, telling him about what happened with Kim Namjoon, the man who just broke your heart.

You feel frustrated and embarrassed for falling for someone as egoistic and horrible as him.

“You were right,” you cry out in relief, locking eyes with Jungkook. “I'm so sorry,” you apologize, burying your face back in his neck and relaxing in his touch. You couldn't believe how much you had bottled up these emotions. "I shouldve known."

“I knew he was a dick, but I didn't think,” Jungkook shakes his head as he pulls you closer. “I didn't think he'd ever treat you of all people like that.” You feel a sense of comfort from his words, knowing that he's there for you. You think back to the moment you first met Jungkook and how he made a promise to always protect you. He didn't lie.

You feel a sense of gratitude for Jungkook, knowing that he's gonna be there for you. You look up at him and smile, feeling a sense of peace in your heart. "You're the best"

-

The next few days seem to pass by in a blur and while Jungkook is clearly upset about Namjoon's actions, he knows that firing him would also mean that you would have to be let go as well.

Jungkook can feel the weight of responsibility on his shoulders as he contemplates the best course of action.

As he leans back in his seat, he can't help but let out a frustrated curse. Thoughts race through his mind as he tries to come up with a solution that would be fair to everyone involved.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Kim. Thank you for coming to my office today,” Jeon greets him with scowl.

Namjoon takes a seat in front of Jungkooks desk, noticing that the atmosphere seems tense.

After a moment, Jungkook clears his throat and begins, “As you know, I've been closely monitoring the performance of each team member, and I must say, I'm a little concerned about your productivity. Your recent work has been inconsistent, and I'm afraid it's affecting the team's overall morale and progress.”

Namjoon listens attentively, feeling a knot form in his stomach. "I understand, sir," he responds, trying to sound confident. "I've been trying my best to meet the deadlines, but I admit there have been some setbacks-."

"Setbacks? Youve placed all the work you had to do onto Y/ns- Ms. L/ns back. Youre perfectly capable of handling a case Namjoon, youve done so a million times."

Namjoon nods, closing his eyes in frustration.

"Ms. L/n is my secretary and is one of the most important employees I have. She has been with me for several months now and has an intimate understanding of how I work. I decided to assign her to work with you on this case so that she could share her expertise with you and help you manage your workload, which I know has been quite heavy lately." Jungkook pokes his cheek in anger. "She is a valuable member of my team and I trust her completely."

Jungkook's expression grows more serious. "However, I have heard some troubling reports about your behavior towards Ms. L/n with another colleague, Mr. Jung. It has been brought to my attention that you have been bad-mouthing her behind her back. This kind of behavior is unacceptable in our workplace and will not be tolerated. I urge you to back your things immediately." Jungkook stands up from behind his desk. "You're fired"

-

As you sit on the counter of Jungkook's kitchen, sipping your beverage, your eyes widen "You fired him?" you ask incredulously, almost choking on your drink.

Jungkook simply shrugs, his hair messy and dressed in just boxer shorts and a plain white shirt on his day off with you. "I had to. He broke the rules," he explains.

You can't help but feel a bit nervous at Jungkook's words. After all, you are no stranger to having broken the rules yourself. You bite your lip.

Sensing your unease, Jungkook chuckles, giving you a reassuring wink. "Not that I know of," he says with a grin.

“How did the case turn out anyway? Did we win?” You ask, trying to divert the conversation from the heavy topic. Jungkook shakes his head, then takes a deep breath before answering. “Well, it was a tough fight, but in the end, justice was served and you won,” he says. You feel a sense of relief wash over you, glad that your hard work paid off.

Jungkook smiles at you, then continues, “You know, you were really the driving force behind this case. You gathered all the information and laid out the strategy, leaving Mr. Min with little to do but present it in court.” You feel a sense of pride in your work and in yourself. It's not often that you get acknowledged for your contributions, but when you do, it feels great.

“That's fantastic news! I'm absolutely thrilled,” you exclaim, clapping your hands together in excitement. With an instinctive urge to share it, you rise to your feet and wrap Jungkook in a warm embrace. He returns the hug, his arms enveloping you in a tight embrace, and whispers, “I'm so proud of you.”

As your excitement begins to subside, Jungkook breathes out "Maybe its time for me to start looking for a new secretary." immediately you feel a sense of disappointment and inquire, “Why is that?”

Jungkook, with a grin on his face, points directly at you and declares, “Because you, my lo- friend, are getting promoted to head of research”

"You think i can handle that?" As you lean away from his embrace and place your head on his shoulder, he looks into your eyes with sincerity and reassures you with his words. "I truly believe that you are capable of achieving anything you set your mind to, Y/n." And as you look back into his eyes, you realize how much he believes in you and how much his support means to you. With him by your side, anything seems possible, and you feel more confident in yourself and your abilities.

You suddenly notice that his eyes linger on yours for a little longer than usual, and it feels like there's a magnetic pull drawing you closer together.

You hesitate, your hand reaching for your bag as you take a few steps away. You glance back at him, his eyes searching yours for something you can't quite decipher. The air between you is thick with unspoken words, but you can feel the depth of his feelings in the way they're looking at you. Finally, you break away, mumbling something about the time and grabbing your bag. As you walk away, you can't help out wonder what could have been, what you might have missed out on by not staying just a little bit longer.

-

“Oh, man. What a complicated love triangle,” Jimin groans, leaning against the copy machine in the copy room.

“Triangle? I don't think Namjoon is even in the picture after the stunt he pulled,” you scoff, retrieving the last few papers.

“It's just so weird. I mean, sure, Jungkook and I used to be close when we were younger, but those feelings faded as we grew up. Now, after yesterday's events…” you trail off, biting your lip in thought.

You try to shake the feeling, but a part of you can't help but wonder if there's still something there. Maybe it's just nostalgia or a temporary lapse in judgment, but the thought lingers in the back of your mind. As you walk to the door, you can't help but wonder what the next few days hold for you two.

As you walked through the halls, you couldn't help but notice the eerie silence. The employees seemed to be whispering to each other, casting furtive glances in your direction. It was clear that they all knew what had happened. Namjoon had been fired the day before, and it was no secret that you were the reason for his dismissal. You could feel the weight of their disapproval bearing down on you as you passed by, and it made you feel uneasy. You couldn't help but wonder how long it would take for the tension to dissipate and for things to return to normal.

As soon as you reached Jungkook's office, you knocked twice before entering. You took a quick glance around, making sure that no one was looking before slipping in and hiding behind the door. Jungkook, who was already sitting at his desk, looked up and greeted you with a stern expression. "You're two minutes late," he spoke up, crossing his arms and waiting for you to hand him the documents.

You felt your heart race as you fumbled with the papers, trying to organize them as quickly as possible. "Sorry, I..." you tried to explain, but Jungkook interrupted you. "I have no time for excuses," he said bluntly. "Where are those papers now?"

You took a deep breath and handed him the documents, hoping that everything was in order. As he scanned through the pages, you couldn't help but feel nervous. The silence in the room was deafening, and you struggled to think of something to say to break the tension. Finally, Jungkook looked up at you and let out a small sigh. "Okay," he said, handing the papers back to you.

Okay? That's it? Okay??

"Just make sure that you're on time next time."

“I'll leave now then,” you whispered, bowing, turning to leave when his voice stopped you. “Y/n,” his voice low and hesitant. You turned back to face him, looking into his eyes as he spoke. “Yes?” you asked, curious as to what he was about to say. “About what happened yesterday,” he started, his words slow and measured. You nodded. “Forget about it,” he finished, his voice quiet and subdued.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as you walked away from him. You had been hoping he would say something more, something that would give you a sense of closure. But instead, he had simply told you to forget about what had happened. You couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, what he was feeling. Did he regret what had happened between you? Did he wish he could take it all back? Or was he simply trying to avoid any further awkwardness between you?

As you walked away, your mind was filled with questions and doubts. You couldn't help but feel that there was more to the situation than what he had let on. But for now, you would have to put those thoughts aside and try to move on.

-

Moving on for you meant Wine and ice cream with some kdrama playing in the background as you soaked in your bathtub. You would spend hours thinking about the past and what could have been. Sometimes, you would even imagine how things would be different if you had made a move on Jungkook all those years ago. You couldn't help but wonder if you were meant to be together.

As you sipped your wine and savored your ice cream, you couldn't shake the feeling that you needed to talk to him again. You felt like you were stuck in a rut, and that reconnecting with Jungkook would be the only way to move on from your past and start living in the present again. A present that involved you and him together.

As you sit in front of your laptop, engrossed in the drama playing on the screen, you whisper "kiss! kiss!" along with the characters. The storyline has you completely invested, so much so that you almost don't even notice the sound of the doorbell ringing. With bated breath, you wait for the kiss that will confirm the love story's happy ending. The tension in the scene is palpable, and you find yourself holding your breath, waiting for the moment when the characters will finally give in to their feelings. In the background, the music swells, adding to the emotion of the moment. Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell snaps you out of your reverie.

Wondering who could be at the door, you pause the show and make your way to answer it after putting on some clothes.

You open the door, a man stands before you, looking somewhat uncertain. He takes a glance at the name on the mailbox before addressing you. "Hello, miss L/n?" he inquires, his tone slightly tentative. You respond with a nod.

You notice a mailman holding a bunch of flowers. He waits patiently for you to come and take them. As you approach him, you can't help but feel a sense of curiosity and excitement. Who could have sent you these lovely flowers? Whatever the reason, you eagerly accept the flowers and thank the mailman before he walks away. Holding the bouquet in your hands, you take a moment to appreciate their beauty and fragrance. Your favourite. You can't wait to find out who sent them and what their message might be.

Opening the note that was included, you notice that it's Namjoons handwriting.

“What the-”

I want to start by saying that I'm truly sorry for my actions. I understand that I made a serious mistake in the way I treated you and other women in the past. It wasn't right, and I'm deeply sorry for any pain or hurt that I caused you. It took me some time to realize the gravity of my actions, but I now understand how hurtful and unacceptable they were.

I know that earning your forgiveness won't be easy and that these flowers won't change the past, but I want to show you that I am a changed man.

Please know that I am deeply sorry for any pain or suffering that I have caused you, and thank you for taking the time to read this and for considering my forgiveness.

- Joon

You drop the note onto the floor, feeling the cool air of the room against your skin as your legs fold underneath you. As you read the words on the paper, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. The note is a sign that Namjoon has changed, that he is not the same person he was before. People can change, and Namjoon has learned from his mistakes.

You close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. You feel a sense of peace, knowing that you can forgive Namjoon for what he did. But you also know that you won't forget. The memory of what happened will always be with you, a reminder of the pain that you went through. You make a mental note to keep his number blocked, to ensure that you don't fall back into old patterns.

As you sit there on the floor, you think about how your life is—and has been full of ups and downs. There were moments of pain and sorrow, but there were also moments of joy and happiness.

You realize that some of the happiest moments have been shared with Jungkook. Memories of laughter and joy flood your mind, and you can't help but feel a sense of warmth and comfort. It's strange to think that after all these years, your feelings for Jungkook have remained unchanged. Despite your attempts to suppress these emotions, they still linger within you, and you find yourself longing for the connection you once had. Perhaps it's time to be honest with him and see where it leads. After all, life is too short to let love go unexplored.

One thing was clear, you couldn't forget about it; the almost kiss.

-

Jungkook returned to his old habit of drinking heavily again. The loud music emanating from his apartment is a clear indication of his state of mind. Fortunately for him, his closest neighbors are not within earshot.

"Fuck love," he mutters under his breath, frustration etched all over his face. He grabs another bottle of beer and chugs it down, his hand pressed against his head as if to alleviate a pounding headache. After a few moments of silence, he suddenly tosses the empty bottle to the ground with great force, almost shattering it. "Fuck this whole thing!" he screams, throwing his head back in despair. It's hard to tell who he's directing his angry tirade towards, but it's clear that he needs an outlet to express his pent-up emotions.

Usually when Jungkook felt like this, he would turn to boxing to release his emotions. However, today he was not in the right state of mind to encounter people, so he decided to stay home instead.

With a heavy heart, he groaned to himself, "Everything sucks." Looking at the time on his phone and saw that it was already 1 am. He knew he should be asleep, resting for work the next day, but he found himself unable to think about anything else but the fact that he had lost you. Memories of you flooded his mind as he tried to come to terms with the fact that you didnt reciprocate his feelings. He couldn't help but wonder where he went wrong and what he could have done differently. Why you didnt chose him over Namjoon.

The sad music playing in his apartment only made him feel more lonely and isolated. He decided to distract himself by turning on the TV, but even the noise from the screen and speakers couldn't fill the void he felt inside.

“Not now, bam,” he speaks softly to his furry four-legged friend who tries to cuddle him, laying down on his dad and licking his face. Jungkook sighs, closing his eyes as he waits, feeling the warmth of his dog's body next to him. He doesn't know for what he's waiting, but he knows that he doesn't want to be here, in this moment, yearning for love that doenst belong to him.

Memories of the times you spent together start to flood his mind, from the day he met you at 15 to the day he hired you as his secretary. As he reminisces, he realizes how much you have been there for him, through thick and thin.

With a smile on his face, he falls asleep, comforted by the presence of his dog by his side.

The never-ending sound of his phone ringing interrupts his attempt at getting some much-needed rest. Groaning, Jungkook fumbled around on the couch, trying to find his phone in the mess of blankets and beer bottles. Finally, he managed to grab it, his hand firm as he brought it to his ear.

"Hello?" he mumbled groggily, his voice rough and hoarse from all the drinking.

"Mr. Jeon, are you okay? It's already 10," a voice on the other end of the line asked, sounding worried. It was you.

Jungkook sighed, rubbing his temples as he struggled to understand anything. "Oh, hey. Yeah, I'm fine. Just... not feeling my best right now," he admitted sheepishly, feeling embarrassed about his drunken antics from the night before.

"You're sick?" you ask with concern, your heart racing as you grab your purse and rush out of the office building. "Don't worry, just stay there. I'll be at your place in a second," you say, hanging up the phone and running after a taxi.

Your mind races with worry as you think of Jungkook, who never gets sick. You remember the time he took care of you when you were bedridden with the flu, and you can't imagine him being in the same position.

As you ride in the taxi, you recall the remedies that helped you when you were sick, and you make a mental note to bring them to Jungkook's place. You also think of some soup recipes that might help him feel better.

"What do you mean? I'm not sick," Jungkook argued over the phone, his tone laced with frustration but you had already hung up, leaving him bewildered and alone with his thoughts.

He stared at his phone for a few moments before setting it down on his coffee table and walking over to the window. Outside, the sun was rising and the sky was a beautiful shade of pink and orange. Jungkook took a deep breath and leaned against the windowsill, wondering what he could do to make things right between the two of you. He knew he had been distant lately, but he didn't know how to explain it to you. As he watched the sun appear on the horizon, he made a promise to himself to make things right and be there for you, no matter what.

As you walked into Jungkook's apartment with your spare keys, you couldn't help but notice that he was only in his boxershorts. You quickly averted your eyes and tried to appear nonchalant. You were there to check up on him, to see if he was okay, not thirst over the way his body was oh so perfectly built-

"You look...fine?" you said, stopping a few feet in front of him. Although he seemed to be walking normally, you couldn't help but wonder if he was experiencing any discomfort.

"Why do you look okay, you sounded sick when we talked over the phone-" you started to say, but he interrupted you. "I'm hungover, nothing more," he said, heading to the kitchen for some much-needed water.

You felt a little relieved that he wasn't actually sick, but you couldn't help but worry about his drinking habits. Perhaps it was time for a serious conversation with Jungkook about his health and well-being.

“You shouldn't-” you start but Jungkook interrupts you. “I know, I know,” he says, shaking his head. “But sometimes, it's hard not to do something you know you shouldn't.” He takes a deep breath and sits back down, gulping down the glass of water. "Why do you care anyway"

You watch him for a moment before speaking. “Jungkook,” you say, “why would you think that I don't care about you?”

He scoffs. “A lot of things make me think that, y/n,” he responds. “Sometimes it feels like you're always assuming im fine, 'Jungkooks grown up he can deal with it' or 'youre a CEO you should know how to deal with that', like you don't trust me or believe in me. And when I mess up, it feels like you're just waiting to say 'just fix it'.”

You're taken aback by his words. It's true that you've been frustrated with Jungkook's behavior lately, but you never meant to make him feel like you didn't care about him. “Jungkook, I'm sorry if I've given you that impression,” you say. “I do care about you, and I want to support you. I said those things jokingly, i never thought youd actually think id mean that...”

Jungkook looks down at his hands, and you can see the sadness in his eyes. “I know, y/n,” he says softly. “I'm trying to-, I know you dont mean those things, but it's not easy sometimes at work-.” he leans back against his seat "to differentiate jokes with reality"

You reach out and take his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, touching him for the first time in days when you're used to hugging so much. "I'm sorry"

“I care about you,” you say.

“But you don't make it easy for me not to fall in love. I'm here for you, and I'll always be here for you.” You reassure, "but I don't want to get hurt again"

He looks up at you and gives you a small smile. “I'd never hurt you"

The two of you sit in silence for a few moments, the weight of your conversation hanging in the air. But somehow, it feels like a weight has been lifted as well. Maybe things won't be easy, but at least you're in it together.

"I know" you whisper

Jungkook played with his lip piercing for a second before finally locking eyes with you, his expression unreadable. You couldn't help but smile, edging closer until your noses were touching, your lips almost meeting. You could feel the heat emanating from his body as he leaned in, his eyes never leaving yours. "I've been thinking about this for a while," you whispered, "and I want to fall in love with you." You could feel his breath quickening against your lips. "Will you let me?"

There was a moment of silence as you waited for his response, and then... Jungkook kissed you, his lips moving against yours with such intensity that it felt like an electric shock. You could feel your heart racing as he pulled away, a small smile playing at his lips. "I want you to fall," he whispered, nudging your nose with his.

"I'll catch you every time."

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i have risen from the dead to drag these weird ass people to hell because it’s fucking breaking my heart that jungkook has to constantly feel terrified and unsafe in his OWN HOME and remind us multiple times that’s a human being above all else :/ i would advise these people to spend their money on therapy instead but i need their asses sued and sent to jail ASAP.