CLOSER TO YOU

CLOSER TO YOU

Summary : Jungkook missed your important merger event for your company and a promotion you've been anticipating, he's apologizing for the wrong things, however it makes you love him harder.

>>pairing : jungkook x fem!reader

>>genre : angst, smut , fluff

>>trope : established relationship

>>warnings : mechanic!jungkook (not mentioned alot), corporate!reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk(min), spanking, oc is a creamer and squirter,rough missionary, neck kisses, makeout sesh, very light dom/sub tones, they really just cute.

>>word count : I'll add later.

[a/n : I'm bacckkk, I wrote this all in one sitting,my writers block is over and I will be writing a lot more when I have a chance cause school is kicking my ass omg! thank you for all the follows, this is my little treat to you. Enjoy!! reblog, reblog, reblog, that's how Tumblr works, but anything will suffice for now! come talk to me and send requests, I don't bite<3 p.s this is heavily unedited]

[listen to : closer to you - jungkook. if I ain't got you - alicia keys. bloom - aqyila]

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It's thick

The tension between you and jungkook.

You could not believe it yourself when Jungkook showed up an hour later after the merger event of your company, not when he promised to be there.

It was insufferable to face your colleagues without a plus one while their partners had held their hands the whole night. Marie did not bite her tongue when it came to asking you about where your partner was.

Yes, you were incredibly embarrassed and just contemplated staying in the bathroom stalls the entire night.

You have a scowl on your faces as you sit in the passenger seat of Jungkooks fucked Nissan Almera. Jungkook does not make attempts to apologize and it has been that way since he picked you up and quite frankly you're getting sick of it.

"Jungkook, seriously! Are you not going to fucking apologize for how you embarrassed me tonight?!" You finally let it out, screaming into the space of the car.

Jungkook avoids your question and simply presses on the gas to get  home faster. There's no traffic tonight.

You huff as you cross your arms and stare daggers at Jungkooks side profile. "So, I'm just gonna talk to myself then?" Again, no reply.

However the lack of response from your boyfriend does not stop you as you relay to give him a piece of your mind. "I just wanted you to show up, Jungkook for the one time I ask you to accompany me and this is how you fucking treat me?" You take a deep breath as you continue.

"Fine. Miss three dates that I've planned for us, but missing this important opportunity of my life...you must not love me, Kook."

"Don't say that." Jungkook finally whispers into the car. He just wants to fucking get home, But that's another 10 minutes.

You laugh, but its not full of humor, it's an annoyed breath of laughter. " and why not, Jungkook?" You question

He turns to look at you as you're stopped at a red light and his eyes look heavy and tired, hair disheveled and clothes wrinkled up. "If you wanna talk, we'll do it when we get home. Please. I'm begging you, baby."

You stay looking at him and your eyes never leave each other until the sound of a honk takes you both out of your daze as Jungkook drives off, not once waiting for your response.

A sigh is heard in the car and you turn to look at the city lights, hopefully he gets the hint that you'll have the conversation at home.

10 minutes later you're finally home and out of your heels, however you do not waste time getting back into the conversation.

"So why, Jungkook, why weren't you there? Did you know I got a promotion? And you weren't fucking there to stand by my side. Worst of all, Marie threw it all in my face. So where the fuck were you?" You've rambled but you're angry so Jungkook isn't mad in the slightest.

You've always loved the fact that he is incredibly understanding.

"I'm scraping the floors, ____. I'm barely getting by to pay our fucking rent so sue me for taking an extra shift at the workshop so you can get all the nice things you want." He responds to you, running his hands through his jet black hair.

You look around the gloomy apartment as you pretend to not understand what he had just said to you. The kitchen light shines on you both as you're both sat at the bar stools at your counter.

"I'llet you know that I don't need any nice things, I just want you. You're the only-"

"but I wanna give you all the nice things you want and I'll work twice as hard to give you anything."

It's as if he doesn't get it, he's the only thing you'll ever need.

Your head is hung low as tears gather at your waterline, you'd hate for Jungkook to see you cry cause you know how much he detests it. He fucking hates it.

"I-I love you so much, Kook. But as much as I do, I don't need nice stuff, I need you to be there for me, we just need each other. So stop taking extra shifts, I'm working as well and we can have nice stuff if we just love each other and be there for each other. Okay?"

Your voice sounds heavy, the tears have hit the counter and your back is being rubbed by Jungkook.

To avoid further arguments although he doesn't fully agree, he makes an oath to himself to get a better job and get you a life worth of all the beautiful things you want.

"Okay, baby. I'm sorry, I'll be there for you all the time. You know I love you, right? You're my favorite girl." It felt like years since you've heard Jungkooks heartful chuckle.

He lifts you by your shoulders and forces you to look at him, "I said you know that I love you, right?" You stare lovingly in his brown Bambi eyes as you nod.

Finally, he circles his arms around your waist, standing up as he brings your face into his chest.

You feel complete and whole as you melt into your boyfriends arms, there's no one like him, you don't think they'll ever be.

You lift your head as you hold out your pinky finger to him, eyes meeting once again, "pinky promise to never leave me."

Jungkooks lips spread into a wide smile as he locks his pinky finger into yours, "I pinky promise, baby."

After what seemed like years you both laugh lightly at each other, pinky fingers still interlocked.

"Mm, you know you can't break that promise." You teasingly say.

Jungkook chuckles and brings your locked fingers to his lips and laying a light kiss on your pinky, "wouldn't ever think of breaking this promise, Princess." He whispers against your pinky.

You sigh out a low 'okay' as you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his lips unto yours. His soft pillowy lips meet yours and you both dive into a passionate kiss, Jungkooks head tilted to the side to deepen the kiss, his hands sliding down to your waist to grip the skin underneath your black bodycon dress.

Your kiss becomes a fury for passion and lovemaking as your tongue envelops Jungkooks mouth and a soft moan can be heard throughout the kitchen as you moan into Jungkook mouth.

Jungkook peels off your mouth, leaning in to attack your neck in a series of kisses.

"K-kook, please!" You need him so bad, your breath is hitched as you fight for air and your moans are being progressively loud from Jungkook eating your neck.

He lifts his head up, going straight to undress you, you're peeled of your seat and onto your feet. Your dress is stripped off and you're only left in your skimpy black thong, your plump ass all bare for Jungkook as well as your tits.

Jungkook takes your lips once again, leaning  down to pick you up and as he does, he balances you with both hands on your ass and wastes no time laying a slap upon both cheeks and greedily squeezing a handful as you let out moans into his mouth like a mad woman. "Fucking love your ass." He practically groans into your mouth.

Soon, you're backed into your shared bedroom and jungkook throws you onto the bed.

Jungkook tears his clothes off layer by layer until he's left naked and his dick fully hard and bare of any hair is on show.

He spreads your legs as he settles between them, and pulling your thong to the side as he swipes a finger between your folds. "You're so fucking wet, all this for me?"

You can't seem to focus when Jungkook pushes in two fingers into your puckered hole, his speed taking off as soon as he feels you around him. "O-oh fuck, Kook!"

"Mmhm, that's it baby, taking my fingers so well." He fingers you for another 10 seconds until he's pulling out and immediately replacing his fingers with his pink tip, slowly sliding into you tight and wet walls.

"Ohh fuck!" You both moan at the same time, the feeling of his dick deep into your stomach as he starts his strokes off slow.

Your eyes are barely open as jungkook goes at a relentless speed, thrusting into your pussy as if you owed him something.

"That's is baby, cream all over this dick, and spread your fucking legs higher." You're drunk on his cock as he fucks you missionary, feeling him in your organs.

"I'm gonna cum, Kook!" The knot is getting tighter as you feel your wetness trickling down your thighs and your creamy essence coating Jungkooks dick.

"Cum for me, baby. You deserve it. Cum all over this dick." That's all it takes for you to release all over Jungkook, as a scream is let out from the depth of your lungs.

"Good girl." He never stops thrusting as he chases his high, Jungkook presses onto your stomach as he groans, as he feels his high approaching. He's sweaty above you, his dry hair now wet and stringy.

Your moans and Jungkooks are in sync as you feel your tummy tightening once again.

"Fuckk!" Jungkook finally cums and releases his load into your pussy, and you follow right after, squirting all over his lower abdomen.

"Shit." You let out as jungkook rolls over you as he watches you gather yourself.

He gets up and gets a warm wet towel for you. Jungkook cleans himself up and you. Soon after he dresses you up in fresh panties and his shirt and for himself he gets boxers and joins you in bed after an eventful night.

Your head is on his chest as you play with is belly button and Jungkook is in deep thought.

"I'm sorry, baby. For tonight." He finally says and your heart relaxes.

"Let's forget about that. You're here right now, that's all that matters."

"Congratulations on your promotion, I love you, Princess." You're surprised he even remembers and all you can do is let out a squeal.

"Thank you, and I Love you."

"I know." His tone is cocky, not that you care but you're giddy as you lean up to lay a peck on his lips.

There's no where else you'd rather be. That's what you declare.

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original work of @rerefundslocals do not copy, translate or repost as your own! est. 2024

Yoongi: I can't believe your all worked up about some... guy

Y/n: this one's different! He's honest, he's sweet-

Yoongi: 🙄pffft, please

Y/n: -and he wouldn't do anything to hurt me

Yoongi: HE'S A GUY!

Masked Miracles

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 1

Two updates in one day? Aren't y'all so lucky 🥰😂

Deep breaths. No one ever got anywhere panicking.

I strained my ears to listen for anything that could maybe tell me where we were or where we were going through the bag that had been thrown over my head. My hands numb from laying on them for the past hour where they were duct taped behind me. Every once in a while I could hear raucous laughter from the front of the car. The once cool steel of the butter knife I had managed to stash in the waistband of my jeans before they took me had slid down, the end of it wet from my sweat and digging into my inner thigh.

Whether it would be sharp enough to cut through the tape was questionable, but I would’ve been willing to try had it been within reach. Calm. I needed to remain calm. The mantra was on loop, playing a little louder every time the driver would take a turn a little too tightly, throwing me into the side of the car. I groaned as I hit my head on the frame for what felt like the hundredth time since I’d been stuffed in the back of this tiny ass car. Someone banged on top of the trunk. I stopped squirming trying to listen for anything that could help me figure out where I was or what was happening.

The trunk popped open, the sudden burst of light making me squint even with a bag over my head. I felt a hand wrap around my bicep, hauling me up and out of the car. I struggled to get my feet under me, whoever having ahold of me unaffected by my struggling as they dragged me across the ground. As if my luck wasn’t shit enough, a sharp pain shot through my ankle as I twisted it. Making it that much harder to keep up with whoever was tossing me around like I weighed nothing. I didn’t know what was scarier, not being able to see or how unearthly quiet everything seemed. A sudden burst of AC sent goosebumps skittering across my flesh and a host of things flooded my senses.

Wherever we were now was loud. I could hear the air conditioning rattling, shouting, laughter, even some howling somewhere distantly. The place smelled awful. A mixture of powerful chemicals too strong for anyone to be breathing in. Despite my mouth being duct taped, I could still taste it on the back of my tongue. I prayed to God I was in the right place and didn’t end up somewhere worse than where I was supposed to be. My body was shoved unceremoniously into a chair, the duct tape ripped off my wrists before they were strapped to the chair arms within the next second. I kicked, trying to fight off whoever had me, but another person joined in, strapping my ankles to the legs. The restraint made the pain in my ankle so much worse, but I grit my teeth to bear it.

Completely immobilized, I strained my ears again. Listening to the shuffling of the other people in the room. Oddly enough, none of them said a word. And apart from their movements and the clinking of whatever they were doing, I had nothing to go on. I grunted in annoyance, pulling on my restraints. Fuck I hope this damn tracker Min gave me works. A door banged open, making me jump in my seat, my head whipping towards the noise. Loud laughter sent chills down my spine as I recognized who had just walked in.

“Nari, so nice to see you again!”

The bag over my eyes was ripped away. I blinked several times, trying to adjust my vision only to be disappointed when my eyes confirmed who I thought it was. Lee Jongsu. Big wig hybrid dealer that my unit had been after for years. But the man was as slippery as the snake he was. Hardly ever dealing in his own trades or underground businesses directly. Until me, that is. He stepped forward, fingers gripping my chin tightly as he lifted my face. I glared at him, hating that I couldn’t do much else. He tsked tapping the tape over my mouth.

“Just as beautiful as the last time I saw you. Perfect for our polar bear. Wouldn’t you agree boys?” He chuckled, pushing my face away.

I spat profanities into the tape. Wishing it wasn’t there so he knew just how colorfully I thought of him. Polar bear? They were going to give me to a fucking polar bear?

“Don’t worry darling. He’s a good-looking kid. You’ll like him.”

I didn’t really care what he looked like. As long as he stayed the hell away from me. I yanked on my bindings again, eyes scanning the room for anything useful. It was bare. A single door and one table in front of me with several medical supplies stocked on it. Not even a window or any furniture beyond that and the chair they had me in.

“Get whatever samples you want doctor. The sooner you’re finished, the sooner I can get her to my hybrids.”

“Sir, I don’t really recommend putting her with any of the hybrids until we get our tests-“

“I don’t give a fuck what you recommend. The quicker she’s with them, the sooner she’s pregnant, and I get my money. Stop wasting my time.” Jongsu snapped.

The doctor nodded, bowing his head and apologizing before scurrying over to me. I wasn’t sure what all his tests entailed, but I was relieved that it was only things he needed my blood for. He filled three tubes before withdrawing the needle and bandaging my arm. He had barely finished with me before two of Jongsu’s lackeys were working on unstrapping my arms and legs again. My glare meeting Jongsu’s again as they dragged me past him.

“Do your job well Nari. I’m counting on you.”

They didn’t bother covering my head this time. I supposed they didn’t have to since wherever we were didn’t have anything marking it to let me know what this place was or where we were going. I was hauled down hallway after hallway, passing door after door with nothing more than I tiny slit in them allowing a peek inside. Or outside, I supposed. The cacophony of noise returned, slamming doors, crying, yelling. My stomach twisting the further in we went, unsure of what to expect.

Other than a polar bear.

The butter knife was starting to chafe the poor skin of my thigh. Despite the discomfort, it was my saving grace. The one thing I had as a line of defense for myself should I need it. My heartrate spiked as we came to a stop in front of a door. Keys clanging together as they unlocked it. My protests were muffled against the tape as I threw my body backwards to keep them from pulling me in. My efforts were in vain as both men were a lot stronger than me. They dragged me inside, slamming the outside door behind me before dropping me on the floor. I groaned with the impact, casting a quick look around to see we were in a vestibule of some sort. There were only two doors, the one we came through and another on the opposite wall. One of the men ripped the tape off my face, the sting blooming across my lips and cheeks.

“Get her over here. I don’t want to risk that fucking cat charging the door again when I open it.”

Wait? Cat? I was bear hugged into a set of arms again as one of them lifted me. Blood rushing through my ears as I tried to wrap my head around why they were tossing me in with a cat when Jongsu had specifically said it was a polar bear. I planted my feet on the doorframe, one leg kicking at the other man with my bum ankle as he tried to grab my feet. He cursed under his breath; face set in annoyance as he took a handful of my hair instead. He jerked on it hard, pain blossoming across my scalp making me cry out.

“My job’s hard enough as it is without you making it worse you bitch.” He spat, dragging me forward by my hair.

He shoved me in, the momentum didn’t allow me to catch myself as I fell forward. I hissed when I hit the floor. I was definitely going to be feeling that in a few short hours. My ankle screamed in pain as I hauled myself up. Trying to reach the door before it was slammed in my face and I was resigned to my fate. No dice it seemed as I wasn’t quick enough. I reached for the handle, yanking on it to no avail.

“Let me out! Don’t you dare fucking leave me here!” I screamed, pounding at the metal uselessly.

I got no answer. No one opened the door. No one came back to help me. I threw my weight into it even though I knew it wouldn’t do anything and quickly regretted it when the burn in my ankle reminded me how badly injured it was. I bit my lip, leaning into the door feeling the fight drain out of me. A pitiful whimper escaped me as I slid down, my fingers reaching to pull up the leg of my jeans to see just how bad it really was.

“Shit.” I muttered seeing how swollen it was already. “Way to fucking go Y/N.”

Shuffling from somewhere in the room had me on high alert. My hands instantly digging through my pants for the knife I had stashed, brandishing it towards the direction of the noise as I scrambled to my feet. I bit back my cry as my ankle protested, throwing myself back into the nearest wall partially as a means of getting further away from who or whatever it was as well as to support some of my weight off my foot.

“Where are you?” I shouted, eyes flitting around the room desperately.

There weren’t a ton of places to hide, but the room was large. Several chairs, a table, empty shelves in the opposite corner of the room. Two doorways led into other rooms that I couldn’t make out and a large pile of blankets and pillows sprawled out on the floor between them. The room was a mixture of greys and creamy whites. The entire aesthetic reminding me more of a posh sort of hotel room rather than a prison. Either way, I still didn’t want to be here. Movement from around the doorway caught my eye. I held my knife out in that direction as a person emerged from it. He was fucking huge. Easily much larger than the two men who had brought me here and I didn’t stand a chance against them. I gulped, trying to keep my hand from shaking as I glared at him. He held his hands out in surrender, palms facing me as he slowly walked closer.

“Hey. You’re okay, we won’t hurt you.”

“We?” I shot back, glancing over his shoulder briefly, wondering just how many more resided behind those walls.

The ears on his head rotated behind him at the audible shuffling of more bodies, the light brown round appendages belonging to just about anything, until it was accompanied by the flick of his tail behind him. Lion. He was a lion hybrid.

I don’t want to risk that fucking cat charging the door again when I open it.

I slid over to the nearest corner, hating that I literally had nowhere else to go. He shook his head, ears laying flat as his eyes turned sad.

“You don’t have to be scared. My name’s Namjoon.”

My fear skyrocketed as more hybrids filed out from behind him. My heart pounding under my rib cage as they kept appearing. Way more than I ever banked on being thrown to. This was not the way this was supposed to go. One or two hybrids, sure, I could probably hold my own against, but seven? Predators at that as I scanned the room, taking in the host of large cats particularly. I pressed myself further into the wall, absorbing the small amount of comfort I got from having the concrete against my back. Not that it did much to ease my nerves as my eyes flickered between each of them warily. I gripped the knife tightly, it wasn’t a glamorous weapon by any means, but it would have to do.

To make matters worse, my ankle was beginning to throb like a bitch. No doubt it was even more swollen now in my sad excuse of a shoe. But at least it was a shoe, my other foot was completely bare now, having lost my other sneaker sometime during the struggle. Movement from the middle of the group had me standing up straighter, gritting my teeth against the pain as I forced my hurt ankle to take some of my weight. There was no way I was letting my guard down around them. No matter how injured I may be.

“Look, we’re not here to hurt you.” The lion, no, Namjoon he had introduced himself as, tried to console me, putting his hands out in front of him further, palms out in an attempt to keep me calm.

“No. I know exactly what you’re here for and that’s not fucking happening. So stay the hell away from me.” I growled, holding the butter knife higher, threateningly.

Most of the others stood stock still, ears pinned back as they watched the interaction between me and Namjoon carefully. All except one who couldn’t have looked more bored if he tried. One glance at him determined he was also a large cat, but hell if I knew what he was exactly. If I actually cared, I would have become a fucking zoologist or some shit. Perhaps that would have been the safer bet in life if I had chosen something other than what currently had me stuck in this situation now.

“Not…that either. If you could just put the knife down and talk with us. It’s obvious you’re hurt. You need someone to look at that foot.”

“It won’t be you. I don’t need your help. Just leave me the fuck alone until I find my way out of here.”

My words must have been the last straw for the other cat. His ears laid flat outwards in opposite directions and his tail flipped as if it had a mind of its own as he whirled on me.

“You’re not the only one stuck down here you ungrateful brat. At least we’re trying to be nice. Newsflash, you could’ve been thrown in any other one of these enclosures and God knows what would have happened to you. Lucky for you, you got us.” His eyes were sharp and cold as they burned holes into me. “Allow me to let you in on a little secret. We’ve been trapped here for months. Wanna know how many females they’ve brought us in that time? Too fucking many to count. Wanna know how many of those were humans? Zero. Guess what that tells me sweetheart, that you’re a nobody. No one even knows you’re gone; no one will report you, no one will miss you, no one will fucking look for you. And if you want to get out of here alive, I suggest you play nice.”

“Yoongi.” One of the others chided him, albeit softly.

His glare never left me even as Namjoon laid a hand on his shoulder. The tension in the room was thick as both of us refused to back down. In the back of my mind, the urge to submit was strong. I’m sure there was some kind of rule among the animal kingdom stating that one shouldn’t stare directly into the eyes of a predator, but I’d be damned if I looked away now. I was stuck in a room full of them. If I let one have the upper hand then the rest of them wouldn’t hesitate to walk all over me.

Being a human put me at a disadvantage. I was the weakest being in the room as much as I hated to admit it. Despite that knowledge, and the fact that any of them could very quickly and easily overpower me, none of them did. They all kept their distance, choosing to try to keep me calm and explain things. All of them besides the cat that I was still locked in a staring contest with. I could tell the hostility between us was starting to make everyone else antsy. I was positive that if it came between him or me they would side with him. My hunch proved to be correct as one of the others with white, fluffy, pointed ears sidled closer to Yoongi.

The smug smirk that quirked one corner of the cat’s mouth had me wanting to wipe it off his face personally. My fist itched with the need to show him exactly who he was messing with. His tail flicked behind him as if it wasn’t enough for his face to taunt me, his animal counterpart needed in on the action.

“So, what’s it gonna be sweetheart?”

Chapter 2》

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Plus and Minus | Taiwan | Drama | Watch with English Subtitles & More ✔️

Fu Li Gong (Shi Cheng Hao) is a young lawyer who is carving out a promising career for himself at a thriving legal firm. Also working at the

Plus & Minus just ended and I have to say, there are very few, if any, Taiwanese BLs that I haven’t enjoyed! The most recent, prior to P&M was DNA Says Love You. These series are more understated, more thoughtful, and very fresh, and I would compare them more to Korean BLs than to Thai BLs, (but oftentimes with better sex, or certainly deeper kisses)! Don’t miss them! I, also, appreciate the fact that Taiwan studios don’t force fake relationships onto their actors, or make them do all kinds of appearances together.

Honorable mention, here, to 49 Days With a Merman, which isn’t a true BL, but more like a “Buddy” series.

Addendum: About Youth!

Here is a, not-so-complete, list of Taiwanese BL series:

https://blwatcher.com/bl-series/taiwanese-bl-dramas/

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Hate Game | PJM + MYG - Chapter 1

⇢ The Sun Goes Down

Synopsis: 

Onus /ˈəʊnəs/ noun something that is one's duty or responsibility. __________

Jimin loses his brother. His father loses his first born son, the heir of his company, leaving it up to Jimin to keep his father´s company in the Park family. Jimin would never have pictured himself marrying out of duty. However, Mr. Min, who only married Jimin so he could take over the company, isn´t exactly how Jimin pictured. Now, all he wants is to make Yoongi regret his decision to marry for money.

Pairing: Park Jimin x Min Yoongi | Kim Seokjin x Kim Namjoon

Genres: Marriage out of duty | Angst | Emotional Hurt

Word Count: 1,8K

TW: This story will mainly be ANGSTY (we all love that, don´t we?) and it starts out with the death of Jimin´s brother. If that is triggering for you, please be mindful and do what is best for you. I can go without hits, the world can´t go without you - keep that in mind.

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For maybe the first time in his life, things were good. Jimin had just moved in with the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He had graduated - with honors, thank you very much - and he had just started working at the company of his dreams, doing what he loved. He had just turned twenty four, and his friends threw him a huge party, leaving him hungover and chained to his shared bed with Right Guy Hoseok for two days straight. 

Safe to say, Jimin was content with the outlook of his life. 

But life isn't supposed to be that easy and things never go to plan. 

He is sitting down in their breakfast nook, eating toast with with Hoseok, making some joke about how he would like for Hoseok to jam him that draws laughter out of him. For a minute he admires the way his boyfriend´s eyes draw close and how his mouth is wide open and he is practically shining towards Jimin. 

Then, his phone rings. At first, he ignores it because Saturday mornings are sacred. They continue the conversation about jams. But then it rings again, starting the first warning bells in his head. Still, he wants to keep the Saturday morning sacred, and both of them pretend they can't hear it as they eat. When it rings for a third time, the bells chime not only in his head, but through his whole body. 

"You should see who it is, at least." Hoseok nods his head reassuringly. 

"I'll just put it on silent. It's probably one of the boys," he says over his shoulder. "They always do th-" 

He doesn't know what he was saying, all thoughts gone.

3 missed calls from Dad. 

Message from Dad: Call me back when you can, it's urgent. 

He feels Hoseok behind him, reading the message as well, laying a hand on his shoulder. Jimin and his dad talk frequently, calling each other with small and big news, or for no reason at all. But it's Saturday morning, the time he is out of reach, because that's the time he golfs. Saturday mornings are strictly no business, no phones allowed and no distractions. If he is calling Jimin now, it won't be with good news. 

He calls him back at once.

A second later he picks up, breathing heavily. Before Jimin can say anything or ask any questions, his dad is talking, explaining what happened. By the end, Jimin isn't able to hear what his dad is saying, already rushing out of the apartment in his pajamas and hair uncombed. It's only when he's halfway to the hospital he notices Hoseok sitting in the passenger's seat, talking calmly to him. He can't hear him, the ringing in his ears too loud. 

"You should come to the hospital. It's Ji, he was in an accident." Ji is his elder brother. The strong one out of the pair of them. "He was driving and crashed the car. He's in surgery right now, but they said it doesn't look good."

Once in front of the hospital, Jimin abandons the car, leaving Hoseok to deal with it as he rushes inside to find his brother. But it's already too late. He finds his dad in an empty hospital room assigned to his brother, eyes red, face contorted. He looks up at Jimin and shakes his head, just barely. But it's enough. He understand. 

Hoseok walks in five minutes later, finding Jimin on the floor. He is by his side in an instant, comforting him, telling him how everything is going to be alright. Telling him how the two of them will get through it, together. Trying his very best to pick up the pieces. 

That night, he decides to spend the night at his dad's house. Jimin, his dad and Hoseok spend the night staring into nothing, drinking whiskey and taking turns bursting into tears. It doesn't quite feel real yet. Like if he just pinches his arm, he might wake up and find his brother walking through the doors. 

That night, he realizes a lot of things. Ji won't be at my wedding. My kids won't have an uncle. I'm an only child. This is the first time he's thinking these things, and each time a new revelation comes, he is left breathless as if someone punched him in the stomach. He can't quite breathe, but it's fine. The burning in his lungs can't compare to the agonizing pain in his stomach anyway. 

Day one is a long one. He is constantly fighting himself, wanting to run away instead of making decisions he never thought he would have to make, like what flowers he would prefer to have on his brother´s casket or which songs he wants to be sung at the service. Would he like to throw white or red roses as they lower his big brother to the ground? 

By the end of the day, he is all out of energy, barely managing to keep his eyes open and his emotions at bay as he makes his way through the hallways of his dad's home. As he passes the huge oak doors to his dad's office, Jimin hears him calling him in. 

Taking a seat on the opposite side of the desk from his dad, he crosses his leggs and relaxes against the chair, closing his eyes briefly to prepare himself for what is undoubtedly another choice he has to make. 

"What's up, dad?" 

 Jimin´s dad clears his throat, his hand going through his hair. He looks as exhausted as Jimin feels. 

"Alright, I might as well just jump into this. As you know, Ji was to inherit the company after me." The company his dad owns and runs was started by Jimin´s granddad, then passed down to his dad, who was going to pass it down to Ji. This…" his voice wavers. "Ji´s death caught us all off guard. We're in a bad position because I'm left with no-one to inherit the company, putting us all at risk." Jimin would feel offended that he's out of the equation if it wasn't for the fact that he told his dad he wanted nothing to do with the company a couple of years ago. Now, with no form of education on the subject he is really not fit to inherit and run the business. "Mr. Kim has been running around all day, trying to find someone who can take over." 

"Did he not find anyone? Please don't tell me I have to take over?" Jimin asks, massaging his throbbing temple. 

"He did find someone," his dad looks down at a piece of paper. "A mr. Min Yoongi." 

"Good," Jimin replies, trying his best to care about this, when he would really rather be in bed, next to Hoseok. 

"Now, you have to listen to what I have to say before you say no. It might sound horrible and extreme, but it's the only option I have to keep the business in the family. To keep the legacy my father built for us." 

Jimin laughs, his mind going weird places. "What, you want me to marry the guy?" 

His dad's head slowly turns downward, his hand going through his hair again, a single tear making it's way down his cheek. 

"I don´t see any other option." 

"Dad, you can't be serious." 

"I really wish I wasn't," he sighs. "But-" 

"No. Find another way, I'm not marrying a stranger." 

"Me and your mom had an arranged marriage, that turned out great," he tries to bargain. 

"I don´t care! You will figure it out without me having to marry some stranger, rather than Hoseok." 

"We would have figured it out by now if there were any other way. There isn't-" 

Jimin cuts him off, too tired to care for manners. "Adopt him." 

"He has parents, he can't just…" 

"I have a boyfriend. I can't - no, I won't - leave him." 

"You don´t have to decide right now. I understand it's a huge decision and you're right to be hesitant. It's how I raised you. But know mr. Min is great guy, and you would be doing what's best for this family. For the family you will undoubtedly build in the future. Sacrificing this," him, Jimin wants to correct, I'm sacrificing Hoseok, "it won't be for me, but for Ji. He loved this company as much as I do, he would want this company in the family. Mr. Min has already agreed to this, but it all comes down to you." 

If it wasn't for the fact that Jimin is all his dad has left, he might have turned him down right away. And if it wasn't for the fact that his dad looks smaller that he has ever seen him before, he might have said no right away. And if it wasn't for the fact that Ji would have wanted the company to run in the family, Jimin might have chosen his boyfriend right away. And then there is the fact that his dad's heart is so heavy with grief and despair he doesn't know how to sit upright. Yeah, he might have been more selfish then. 

"I´ll think about it," he gives in. 

His dad bursts out in tears, repeating the same phrases over and over again as he tries to dry his tears. I'm so sorry. I didn't want any of this for us. Thank you. 

Laying beside Hoseok that night feels wrong, like Jimin has somehow betrayed him. Right Guy Hoseok who has been there for him when he needed it. Who he wants to build his life with… 

The type of tiredness Jimin is feeling is one he has never felt before. It's a much deeper type of tiredness that starts in his bones, spreads to his blood before it seeps out to his muscles. Too tired from this black hole in his stomach and chest and soul and mind to care about anything, the tears fall freely. A part of him knows it is time to step up, but curling up and crying doesn't make it any easier, apparently. He doesn't want to fight this responsibility anymore. Right now, he doesn't have any fight left in him. As he lays next to Hoseok, he realizes he has already made his decision. If not for Ji, then he will do it for his dad, who has worked tirelessly his whole life for Jimin and his brother to live comfortably. It is time Jimin, too, makes som sacrifices for the family.

As he falls asleep, he not only feels the grief over his brother, but also for his relationship with Right guy Hoseok.

Things were great, but it's never that easy, is it? 

MASTERLIST ❤️‍🩹

Min Yoongi Fanfic

Misunderstandings (Prologue)

Misunderstandings PART 1

Misunderstandings PART 2

Misunderstandings PART 3

Misunderstanding PART 4 ... OUT NOW!!!

M. Part 5 ~ COMING SOON