You Flinch During An Argument

you flinch during an argument

Taehyung x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 1.2k

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Approaching your boyfriend’s door, you struggle to balance the tray of food in your other hand. Taehyung has been in his room playing video games since you woke up this morning and he hasn’t come out of his room all day, so you decided to bring him lunch as well as a glass of water. 

When you receive no answer from him after knocking, you open the door yourself and poke your head inside. “Tae?” you call out, but he can’t hear you over his headset. When he doesn’t respond or show any signs that he knows you’re there, you walk up to where he’s seated on the floor in front of the television screen and tap him on the shoulder to grab his attention.

Taehyung practically jumps out of his skin, the controller slipping from his grip as it falls to the floor. You didn’t mean to startle him, he was just so focused on winning the game that he was completely unaware of his surroundings. The sound of his character dying can be heard through his headphones as GAME OVER in large letters flashes across the screen. 

You’re about to apologize for scaring him when he whips around to glare at you with fire in his eyes. “I thought I told you not to bother me when I’m gaming!” he roars at you, his raging voice booming so loudly you swear you can feel the whole house shake. You flinch at the volume of his voice, dropping the tray in your hand along with his plate of food and the glass of water. You try to catch it in mid air but you fail to do so, cringing as it all loudly crashes into the floor.

“I-I’m sorry I-” you scramble to apologize but he doesn’t even give you the chance. “You can’t do anything right!” he exclaims, taking his anger and frustrations out on you. Your heart shatters into pieces just as the glass of water did when it hit the floor. His hurtful words and angry expression engraving themselves in your mind. 

He would never say such harsh words or raise his voice at you, but he had stayed up the whole night playing video games and the lack of sleep wasn’t allowing him to think straight.

You quickly drop to your knees, picking up the broken pieces of glass and ceramic laying on the floor. You knew it was unsafe, but you wanted to clean it up and get out of there as soon as possible before you burst into tears. But in your careless and frantic effort to pick up all the glass with your vision clouded by your unshed tears, you didn’t notice the especially sharp and jagged edge of a large piece of glass.

Taehyung’s brought back to his senses when he hears you hiss in pain, and he looks down to find you clutching your hand in pain as blood drips down from your finger.  His heart aches at the sight of you in pain, especially when he knows it was because of him. He curses himself for being so blinded by his rage, only now noticing how you were trembling because you were afraid of him.

He crouches down in front of you, gently wrapping his hands around your wrists to stop you from picking up the glass. You look up at him with watery eyes, afraid he was going to yell at you again. But when you meet his eyes, they’re only filled with concern for you. “Y/n!” he exclaims, this time in worry instead of anger. “What were you thinking? That’s dangerous!” he gently scolds you as he looks over you for any more injuries.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper out sadly, but he just shakes his head at you. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m sorry, okay?” he assures you with a guilty smile. He pulls you to stand up, leading you around the broken glass on the floor and guiding you into the bathroom. “Sit here,” he tells you as he searches through the cabinets for the first aid kit. You take a seat on the counter, being mindful of your injured hand as you watch him look around the bathroom.

He lets out a noise of exclamation when he finds it, placing it on the counter next to you and opening it up. “Can I see your hand?” he asks softly as he holds his hand out. You nod as you place your hand in his much larger one where he inspects it for any more small pieces of glass. When he finds nothing, he gently wipes and cleans your finger before wrapping a bandaid around it. 

But he doesn’t let go of your hand even after he finishes treating your cut. Instead, he brings it up to his lips, placing a light kiss on the tip of your finger as he stares at you with big, puppy dog eyes. “I’m sorry y/n,” he pouts sadly at you as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles, “I didn’t mean to yell at you, and now you’re hurt because of me.”

You use your uninjured hand to cup his face, rubbing your thumb across his cheek to comfort him. “It’s okay Tae, it’s not your fault. And it’s just a cut, I’ll be fine,” you tell him with a kind smile. Taehyung could look extremely scary and intimidating, but you know he’s just a big baby with the biggest heart. “I didn’t mean what I said. You didn’t do anything wrong, I was just tired because I stayed up all night gaming,” he confesses.

“Tae,” you say with a frown, not too excited to hear about how he’s been pulling all nighters to play video games. “I just lost track of time,” he whines. “But it’s okay, I have you to remind me, right?” he says cheekily, giving you one of his signature boxy smiles. “But I thought you said not to bother you when you’re playing games,” you mumble confused with a small pout.

“I didn’t mean that either,” he says with an adorable giggle, “Maybe I can teach you how to play?” he suggests. “I’d like that,” you tell him with a small smile. “Okay!” he cheers, raising his fist in victory. He pulls you off the counter, dragging you back into the gaming room. “But aren’t you hungry or tired?” you wonder, surprised by how much energy he still seems to have. “And what about the glass?” you ask as he just steps around the mess on the floor. “We can do all that later,” he waves off all your worries off with a grin.

Taking a seat on the floor in front of the television screen, he pulls you into his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder as he plays with you encircled in his arms. He happily explains the game and the controls to you, letting you have a try even though you failed horribly, but it made the both of you laugh. He always hated it when anyone bothered him while he was playing video games, but if it was you, he didn’t mind.

careful what you wish for

Summary: After a tiring week of work, the last thing Jungkook wants to hear is you lecturing him about taking care of himself. But what if he could never hear your voice ever again?

Jungkook x f!reader

Genre: fluff + angst

WC: 4.5k

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Walking through the building of HBYE, your hurried footsteps are all that could be heard echoing throughout the empty hallways. As you speed walk towards your destination, you recall the conversation you just had with the other members as you passed by them on their way out. 

“Hey y/n!” they all greet you brightly despite the late hour. You approach them with a smile, but your smile slowly turns into a frown when you notice one person missing. “Where’s Jungkook?” you ask, although you already know the answer. Namjoon points over his shoulder with a heavy sigh, “He’s still practicing. We tried to get him to rest but he doesn’t listen.” Shaking your head in disapproval, you bid them goodnight before heading to their practice room to fetch said boy.

You had called him several times when he was late for the dinner you two planned, and when he didn’t answer any of your calls, you drove all the way to HYBE to give him a piece of your mind. You loved everything about Jungkook, including his hardworking and dedicated nature, but sometimes he didn’t know where to draw the line between working hard and overexertion. That’s when you and the other members would have to step in, stopping him before he could burn himself out.

You burst into BTS’ practice room, slightly panting from all the flights of stairs you had to climb because you were too impatient to wait for the elevator. “What are you doing here?” he asks as he stares blankly at you. “Nice to see you too,” you say sarcastically, crossing your arms over your chest as you give him an unimpressed look. “It’s already 1 am, shouldn’t you be at home?” he ignores your snarky comment as he states the obvious. 

“I could be saying the same about you,” you shoot back. He rolls his eyes at you, moving towards the monitor to start the music again. “Jungkook,” you call out. “That’s enough,” you say sternly. When he doesn’t seem to hear you, or at least he doesn’t acknowledge that he heard you, you start to get ticked off. 

“Did you hear me?” you ask, raising your voice as you try to be heard over the music. But he continues to dance as if you weren’t there at all. Stomping over to the monitor, you turn the music off, waiting for him to acknowledge that you’re there. “What is wrong with you Jungkook?” you ask frustratedly. Even though he could be stubborn, he was never this immature, going as far as ignoring your entire presence.

But just like you, he seemed to be reaching his patience’s end and your comment caused something in him to snap. “You’re what’s wrong with me!” he blurts out without thinking. “You’re always bothering me and telling me to rest and take care of myself. Don’t you understand how important work is? I can’t just take a break whenever I want to y/n!” he says glares at you coldly.

Ignoring the sharp pain in your chest caused by his harsh words and the tears forming in your eyes, you continue to fight back, “Everyone’s already left except for you!” You knew just how important his work to him was and he had your full support. But you also knew that he wasn’t required to stay hours later than everyone else and work himself to the point of exhaustion.

“You’re so annoying,” he mumbles under his breath. “Why? Because I’m right?” you spit out. “Because you never shut up!” he shouts at you, his breathing ragged as he stares at you. Any retorts you had get stuck in your throat as it constricts and it suddenly feels hard to breathe. You blink rapidly to keep your tears from falling, refusing to show how much his words affected you.

Jungkook doesn’t miss the hurt that flashes across your face, and it causes a tight feeling in his chest as his heart constricts. It almost makes him want to reach out to you and apologize. Almost. “You should leave, y/n,” he says staring down at the floor, regretful but too stubborn to say sorry. You open your mouth to protest against him, refusing to go home without him, but only a broken noise escapes you.

You could usually stand up to Jungkook because you knew at the end of the day, you two loved each other very much. But now, you’re heart was filled with so much insecurity. You’re always bothering me. You’re so annoying. You never shut up. You had no idea he felt this way about you, so how could you be so sure he even loved you anymore? With a silent nod, you keep your eyes cast to the floor as you cross the room, swallowing the lump in your throat when you reach the door. Jungkook hasn’t moved since he told you to leave, and you cast him a sad look over your shoulder as you reach for the doorknob.

“I love you,” you choke out. But he stays silent as his eyes remain on the floor. Your vision starts to blur as you stare at his back, desperately hoping for him to say it back. But he doesn’t. And when the first tear falls from your eyes, you’re rushing out the door feeling rejected and humiliated, something you’ve never felt around Jungkook before.

Still standing in the middle of the practice room, Jungkook is absolutely torn. This is what he wanted, isn’t it? For everyone to leave him alone so he could practice? He should be happy, but he can’t ignore the ache in his chest and the guilt weighing on his shoulders knowing he hurt you. Not wanting to think about it anymore, he jumps straight back into practice to distract himself.

When Jungkook finally decides he’s practiced enough for the day, he goes home to BTS’ shared apartment. “Jungkook?” Hoseok calls out in confusion, causing all the member’s heads to turn to Jungkook as he walks in through the front door. They remember passing by you earlier in the halls when you were on your way to bring Jungkook home, so what was he doing back here? They figured that you must’ve failed in getting him to stop practicing, but that still didn’t explain why he didn’t return home to you.

“What happened?” Jin questions him, immediately knowing something was up,  but Jungkook denies it. “Nothing happened,” he grumbles as he tries to walk past them, but Namjoon grabs his arm to stop him. Dropping his bag on the floor, Jungkook falls back onto the couch with a sigh knowing that nothing gets past them.

“We got in a fight,” he mumbles, remembering the hurt expression on your face or the tears that fell from your eyes when he said hurtful things to you. Before he knows it, Jungkook is breaking down in front of all his Hyungs, telling them everything that was said between you two. He knew he would get scolded, but he couldn’t bear the guilty weighing on his chest any longer.

“Jungkook,” Jimin sighs disapprovingly as shakes his head in disappointment, but he knows a scolding is not what the maknae needs right now. They could all see the guilt swimming around in his eyes and they knew he was sorry. “You know what to do,” Namjoon tells him as he stands from the couch. “Just don’t wait too long or you might regret it,” he says, patting Jungkook on the shoulder before they all walk away, giving him some time and space to think. If only Jungkook had listened.

It’s been four days since you and Jungkook fought and he still hasn’t returned home, let alone call you or text you. The house felt so cold and empty without him, and to make matters worse, you were starting to fall sick with a terrible cough. You didn’t want to be alone but you were hesitant to call Jungkook because you knew he was probably busy, and you weren’t sure if he would pick up your calls anyway.

But even though you two were upset at each other, you were still worried about his health and if he was taking proper care of himself. Despite his busy schedule as an idol, you’ve never been apart for more than a couple of days, seeing him for at least a few minutes before bed or before he leaves for work. Wanting to check up on him and make sure he’s okay, you decide to drop off some food for all the boys since they’ve been working so hard. 

As you drive to the company building with the food you picked up in the back of your car, your mind wanders to Jungkook as you think about facing him again. Is he still mad at you? Would he ignore you or would he apologize? You hoped it would be the latter, but your hopes were crushed as soon as you walked into the practice room. While all the boys welcomed you warmly as per usual, Jungkook acted as if you weren’t there at all. 

Because you never shut up! His words echo in your mind as you recall what happened the last time you were standing in this practice room. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you try to talk as little as possible, not wanting to annoy him or anger him anymore. You hated feeling like you were walking on thin ice with him but you didn’t know what else to do, hoping that he would eventually cool down and come to you.

You only stay for a few more minutes before you’re waving goodbye to them and stepping out of the practice room. “Wait y/n!” Jimin calls, causing you to stop and turn back around, “You’re not eating with us?” You simply shake your head and smile before you’re out the door. You would’ve loved to stay and eat with them but Jungkook clearly didn’t want you there and you didn’t want to invade on his lunch. You were content with just dropping off the food and leaving as long as you knew he would be eating well.

All the boys frown at your sudden exit. It was obvious Jungkook hasn’t talked to you yet and the fight must have been much more serious than they thought as they’ve never seen you two act so distant before. “You still haven’t talked to her?” Yoongi asks with a raised eyebrow. “I just haven’t had the time,” Jungkook lies as he shakes his head. He had many opportunities to go home and talk to you but he busied himself with work in order to avoid you.

He felt terrible for how he treated you, but it was easy to forget about it if he didn’t see you, as you were only a reminder of all the terrible things he said. But after seeing you stay silent for the whole duration of your visit, afraid to speak up because of something he said, he couldn’t ignore it anymore. He knew he had to apologize as soon as possible.

But even after his realization, it’s not until a few days later does he get a chance to go back to your shared apartment because of their packed work schedule. The apartment is dark and empty when Jungkook gets home, and he’s met with nothing but silence as he steps inside. “Y/n?” he calls out, waiting for some kind of response. He deflates slightly when you don’t answer him, but he knows he deserves it for avoiding you for almost a week.

While kicking off his shoes, he suddenly hears harsh coughing coming from the bedroom, causing his feet to move before his brain can even comprehend what’s happening. “Y/n?!” he asks, slightly panicked as he bursts into the bedroom and finds you sitting on the bed, your whole body being wracked forward with every cough that forces its way out of your throat. He rushes to your side, rubbing your back to help you through your coughing fit. As soon as you start to calm down, he hurriedly stands from the bed.

“I’ll be right back okay?” he says as he rushes out the bedroom and into the kitchen. He comes back seconds later, handing you a cup of water and telling you to drink it. He patiently watches as you sip on the water, hands clasped in his lap as he waits for you to say something, anything. But even after you bring the cup down from your lips, you remain silent, staring at the glass of water in your hands with a faraway look in your eyes.

When it was clear you weren’t going to speak up anytime soon, Jungkook breaks the silence. “Y/n?” he says quietly, causing you to look up at him. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” he asks with a frown. He understood why you say anything to him about being sick, but even if you two were fighting, he didn’t want you to suffer alone and he would’ve dropped everything to come home and take care of you.

Every second that passes by, the heavier his heart becomes knowing that he was the reason for your silence. “Please say something,” he stares at you pleadingly. The guilt was becoming unbearable and he just needed to hear you say something, he just needed to know that you were okay. But when you open your mouth to say something, nothing comes out. Your eyes widen in panic as you bring a hand up to your throat. “What’s wrong?” he asks, alarmed by your reaction, “You can’t speak?” You shake your head as you ball the sheets tightly in your fists, trying your best to hold back your tears.

Internally, Jungkook was beginning to panic at your inability to speak, but he knew he had to remain calm for you. Gently urging you out of bed, he grabs a sweatshirt of his and hands it to you. “Let’s go to the hospital, okay? You’ll be okay,” he tries to reassure you, but it’s more for himself. Nodding at him, you pull the sweatshirt over your head before following him out the door.

Arriving at the hospital, you take a seat as Jungkook talks to one of the nurses at the front desk, and it’s not long before you two are brought into a room. After being asked a series of questions to which you could only nod or shake your head and having a few tests taken, the doctor steps out to retrieve your results. Jungkook can’t help but regard you guiltily as you sit in the hospital bed anxiously waiting for your results.

You had been suffering at home, alone all this time. What if he didn’t come home today? Would you have just gotten worse without anyone knowing? Shaking those thoughts from his head, he didn’t want to think of what could’ve happened had he not come home. He should have returned sooner, but now that he was here, he wasn’t going to abandon you again.

When the doctor reappears, both of your heads snap to the door as he looks at you with a solemn expression on his face. “It appears Ms. l/n’s case is worse than we imagined,” the doctor announces with a sigh. “We thought it was just a bad cough but your conditioned has worsened because you didn’t get it checked out right away which could mean,” the doctor pauses as he braces himself to tell you the bad news, “You may lose your voice permanently.”

Your whole world seems to come to a stop as those words leave the doctor’s mouth, and everything becomes hazy as he explains your treatment. No matter how hard you try to focus on his voice, his words don’t seem to reach your ears as you helplessly try to read his lips. Even then, the image of his face slowly starts to blur as the tears build up in your eyes.

“We’ll give you medication to take, and you’re not to use your voice at all for three days. After those three days, your voice should return if the medicine works properly. But if it does not,” he pauses with a dark look on his face, “Then I’m afraid there’s nothing more we can do.” You nod in understanding, trying to muster a small smile of appreciation as he walks out to give you two some privacy.

Before the door can even close behind the doctor, tears are already falling from Jungkook’s eyes as he stares at you with the most heartbroken expression on his face. He should have been there for you. That’s all he can think as you offer him a small smile telling him that it’s okay and you don’t blame him at all. But it only makes him cry harder, feeling responsible for all of this and wishing he did something sooner.

“I’m sorry, I take it back. I didn’t mean anything I said,” he cries as he takes your hands in his. “I love you,” he chokes out through his sobs as he desperately stares at you through his tears. “Please,” he begs as you try your best to hold back your tears for him. “Please say it back,” he cries as his head falls into your lap, clutching you tightly as he cries into your stomach.

A single tear escapes and drips down your cheek as he buries his face in your torso but you’re quick to wipe it away before he can see. You know he feels responsible for all this but you don’t blame him at all, and you don’t want him to blame himself either. All you can do is smile and pat his head, gently running your fingers through his hair to comfort him to the best of your ability.

Your last “I love you” echoes through Jungkook’s head as he remembers the last thing you ever said to him that night in the practice room. It absolutely crushes him to know that he didn’t say it back when he was able to because now, you can’t say it at all. Karma really was a bitch.

Jungkook is practically glued to your side during the days you spend recovering, fussing over you at every given moment. He’s taken some time off work not only to take care of you but to become better for you. The reason you got into an argument in the first place was because he was spending too much time at work and although changing now wouldn’t bring your voice back, he was determined to make it up to you in whatever ways he could.

“Are you hungry?” he asks to which you shake your head. “Thirsty then? Are you bored? Do you want to watch a movie?” he continues to fret about you. But even as you start to form a headache from shaking your head so much, you can’t help but smile fondly at him. You missed spending time at home together just enjoying each other’s company. As selfish as it sounds, it felt nice to feel like the focus of his attention for once. There wasn’t work or dance or music on his mind, just you. You knew what you were getting into when you started dating an idol, but for once, it felt like he loved you just as much as you loved him. Maybe even more.

As the days pass by, Jungkook seems to grow even more restless. Running around the house, looking for random things to do to keep him busy. But when the third day finally arrives, Jungkook does a complete one-eighty. Too afraid to find out if you truly lost your voice or not, he convinces you to wait an extra day, claiming that it’s better to give your voice an extra day to heal. You watch in amusement as Jungkook seems to be at war with himself. While he’s convinced you and himself to wait, he’s constantly asking how your throat feels and if you think it’s healed. 

When you finally get him to settle in for the night, you turn off the lamp as he slides into bed next to you. “Goodnight y/n,” he whispers as he places a kiss on your forehead, “I love you.” Ever since that day in the practice room, Jungkook has regretted not saying it back to you. So he’s made an effort to tell you he loves you as often as possible, making sure you knew how he really felt about you.

You agreed to wait to appease Jungkook and because a part of you was also afraid of the possibility of you truly losing your voice. But another part of you couldn’t stand the suspense any longer. You didn’t want to see the look on Jungkook’s face if you haven’t healed but there was no point in trying to avoid the inevitable. Closing your eyes to mentally prepare yourself, you take a deep breath before you open your mouth.

“I love you too,” you say softly. Your voice was still a little scratchy, but it was better than before. The fact that you could talk at all proved that your voice was not lost and slowly but surely, it would recover. The moment those words leave your mouth, Jungkook’s whole body freezes, his muscles going stiff as your voice registers in his mind.

Whipping his head around, he stares at you with wide eyes. “D-did-,” he stutters. “Did you just?” he can’t even form a proper sentence as he feels overwhelmed with emotions when you nod. In a flash, he throws his arms around your shoulders, causing you to fall back on the pillows as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

Your wrap your arms around his waist as he hugs you tightly, pulling you close until there’s no space between you two as he sheds tears of relief. “I-” he hiccups, “I’m so glad you’re okay.” You feel his tears soak into your shirt as you gently rub his back. “I’m so sorry,” he cries harder.

“It’s okay,” you whisper into his hair and press a kiss on the top of his head. There was so much more you wanted to say to him, but even though your voice wasn’t lost, you still had to take it easy. Cradling his head to your shoulder, you gently run your fingers through his hair to soothe him.

Pulling away from him slightly, Jungkook looks up at you with watery eyes. The tip of his nose is red and he sniffles cutely as you gently use your thumbs to wipe away the tears on his cheeks. He pulls the blankets over the both of you before wrapping his arms around your waist, tucking your head under his chin as you place your hands against his chest. It felt like a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders as he fell asleep with you in his arms knowing that when you two woke up, everything would be okay.

The morning that Jungkook returns to work for the first time since your visit to the hospital, you have to practically kick him out of the house. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Jungkook asks for the tenth time that morning as you walk him to the door. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be perfectly fine!” you insist as you give him a push towards the door, “Now hurry up or else you’ll be late.” But he easily resists your shove, pulling you in for a quick hug and a peck on the lips.

Ever since you had gotten sick, Jungkook was paranoid about leaving you alone, afraid he wouldn’t be there for you if you needed him. It was especially hard for him because he had taken a lot of time off to be with you during your recovery, so it was hard for him to go back. Peeling him off of you, you laugh at his clinginess before pushing him out the door and sending him to work.

Throughout the day, you receive many text messages and calls from him, checking up on you and asking how you are. He gives you updates on all the boys, even turning on his camera and allowing them to say hi. About an hour before the time Jungkook finishes work, you start to cook dinner so it’ll be hot when he comes home.

Blasting BTS’ songs throughout the house, you sing along while you stir the pot. Not hearing the front door unlocking or the approaching footsteps, you jump when a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. You let out a gasp before you hear Jungkook chuckle behind you, nuzzling his nose into the side of your neck. “Jungkook,” you breathe out in relief. “You scared me!” you lightly scold him as you smack him on the shoulder. But it only causes his laughter to grow as he backs off to go change.

Grabbing your phone, you pause the music now that he’s home, continuing to prepare the food. Walking back into the kitchen in a pair of sweats and an oversized t-shirt, Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you. “Where’d the music go?” he asks. “I just paused it,” you answer him simply as you gesture to your phone sitting on the counter. It wasn’t that Jungkook didn’t like you playing their songs at home, but you weren’t the best singer on the planet, choosing to be considerate and spare his ears now that he was home.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he says, reaching for your phone on the counter and pressing play. “Keep singing please?” he asks with his big, puppy dog eyes that he knows you can’t resist. You were no professional singer but he didn’t care, he just wanted to hear your voice. “As you wish,” you give in with a sigh before proceeding to sing along loudly, not always on key and probably bothering your neighbours but you didn’t care.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask sitting across the dining table from Jungkook. You had run out of things to talk about long ago but Jungkook insisted you keep talking, leading to you telling him about your day until you noticed how he was gazing at you. “Like what?” he asks. “Like... that,” you gesture to the way he’s resting his cheek on his palm as he continues to stare at you like you’re his whole world.

He shrugs nonchalantly as his eyes remain on you. “I like listening to you talk,” he admits unabashedly, causing your cheeks to heat up. Smiling at him, you continue to tell him about how you spent the whole day doing chores around the house. And even though Jungkook’s day was probably one hundred times more interesting than yours, he still listened as if you were talking about the most fascinating thing in the world because his favourite to listen to was you.

you flinch during an argument

Jimin x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 1.2k

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Your worried eyes stay trained on Jimin’s form as he dances around the room, a sheen layer of sweat already formed on his face and neck as his chest was rising and falling harshly from overexertion. It pained you to see him so frustrated and you were afraid that he might injure himself if he continued any further.

The group already had a three hour long dance practice earlier today, but Jimin wasn’t satisfied with his performance so he stayed back for extra practice. You decided to wait for him to go home thinking he would only stay for another hour or two, but he was nearing four hours now and he still wasn’t where he wanted to be.

You could see how tense and frustrated he was becoming but he still showed no signs of stopping. You hesitated to step in knowing you were walking on thin ice with how wound up he was, but you wouldn’t forgive yourself if something happened because you didn’t stop him sooner. You would rather he snap or yell at you than hurt himself.

“I think that’s enough for today Jimin,” you say cautiously, careful not to set him off. “Let’s go home?” you offer him a small smile as you extend your hand to him. But he simply casts you a side glance before brushing you off, turning back to the mirrors. You frown when he completely to ignores you, your hand dropping back down to your side in defeat. “You need to rest, Jimin,” you try again. 

“I know you want to get better but you can’t improve if you don’t take care of yourself,” you try to tell him but it falls on deaf ears. Jimin always wanted to give his best effort, but you knew he couldn’t perform at his best if he was exhausted or worse, injured. When he continues to act as if you aren’t there at all, you wrap your hand around his wrist to stop him. “Jimin please!” you beg him to listen to you, desperately staring up at him and hoping that you could get through to him. 

Jimin harshly rips his arm from your grip, whipping his head around to send you a harsh glare. If looks could kill, you would be dead right now. You turn your face away slightly, unable to meet his intense gaze, but you refuse to back down for his sake. He opens his mouth, about to snap at you when he notices the fear in your eyes and the distraught look on your face. He decides against yelling at you knowing he was being unreasonable and just needed to calm down.

Instead, he simply runs a hand through his hair frustratedly, but in your peripheral vision, it looks as if he’s about to hit you. Seeing him raise his hand, you bring your arms up to protect yourself, flinching away from him. Curling into yourself, you tightly squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the impact to come. But it never does. Peeking one eye open, you slowly lower your arms to find Jimin staring at you with the most heartbroken look on his face.

He stares at you with wide eyes, frozen in disbelief or rather, not wanting to believe that this was happening. He never wanted you to feel afraid around him and surely not of him. He was supposed to protect you and make you feel safe. He felt like he failed you and the sight of you being afraid of him would haunt him forever.

He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. What could he say to you? He broke your trust and he did exactly what he promised not to do. He slowly brings his hand down from his hair, watching for your reaction as he reaches out for you. When you don’t pull back, he steps closer to you, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he pulls you into his chest. 

You slowly wrap your arms around his waist, tightening your grip around him when you hear him sniffle quietly. “I’m sorry y/n,” he whispers into the crook of your neck, “I’m so sorry.” All your fear suddenly disappears when you hear the vulnerability in his voice and you feel his tears soaking into your shoulder.

You understood that he was already frustrated with his performance and now that he had blown up on you, he was overwhelmed with his emotions. You bring one hand up to the back of his head, playing with his hair to comfort him. “Please don’t be afraid of me,” he says, just barely above a whisper. If he didn’t have his face buried right by your ear, you’re sure you wouldn’t have been able to hear him.

The sadness in his voice breaks your heart and you want nothing more than to wash it all away. “It’s okay Jimin,” you assure him, “I’m not afraid of you.” You try to pull away but he wraps his arms around you tighter, as if you would disappear if he let you go. “Hey,” you say gently, “Look at me.” He allows you to pull back slightly, still keeping you at arm’s length. 

He looks down at you with guilty puppy dog eyes as you gently wiping away the tears on his face with your thumbs. Even while crying, Jimin still looked like an angel. You smile at him softly, your gaze conveying nothing but love and forgiveness as he pouts sadly. He doesn’t understand how you can look at him so lovingly after how he treated you, but your gaze conveys everything he needs to know that it’s okay.

“You were right, I should have listened to you,” he mumbles as he pulls you back into his chest, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I can’t feel my legs anymore,” he chuckles, suddenly leaning all his weight on you. “Jimin!” you exclaim as you can’t support all his weight. But even as you start falling towards the ground, he doesn’t let go, simply turning you two so that you land on him. 

“Are you okay?!” you panic as you frantically search his face for any signs of pain. You had tried so hard to stop him from hurting himself but maybe you had let your guard down too soon. “I’m fine y/n,” he laughs as you fuss over him.  You let out a breath of relief and you can’t help but smile when you hear his laughter. “Come on, let’s go home,” you say as you try to get off of him but he tightens his hold around your waist, preventing you from getting up.

“Five more minutes,” he mumbles as he closes his eyes. You shake your head at him but nonetheless, you give in to his demands as you lay your head on his chest. Even though it wasn’t ideal for him to lay on the hard studio floor, you would take what you could get. At least he’s resting, you think.

 About an hour later, the members come back to the practice room looking for Jimin only to find you two taking a nap together on the floor in the middle of the room. Smiling at the content look on both of your faces, they use a jacket as a blanket to cover you, leaving you two to get some well deserved rest.

you sleep on the couch because of an argument

Jimin x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 1.7k

<series masterlist>

Your ears perk up at the sound of keys jingling outside the front door, and you poke your head into the hallway to find your boyfriend, Jimin, coming in through the front door. “Hey Jiminie! How was your day?” you ask him brightly as you usually do when you welcome him home. “It was fine,” he mumbles as he brushes past you. Clearly, everything was not fine, but you keep your mouth shut as you follow him into the dining room, choosing to wait until he opens up to you rather than forcing it out of him.

The whole team was working hard for their next comeback, but for some reason, Jimin just couldn’t get his head in the game. He was forgetting choreography, messing up the steps and singing off key. The pressure was getting to him, and he was falling into a bad headspace because he was keeping all his worries and frustrations to himself.

“Jiminie...” you try again while you’re eating dinner together, slightly wary as you know he’s in a sour mood. “What’s wrong? Talk to me please,” you say softly as you try to coax it out of him, placing your hand over his on the table. He pulls his hand out from under yours, not even sparing you a glance as he continues to eat in silence. You know he prefers to be alone when he’s upset, but you also know that it’s not good for him. You thought he trusted you enough to talk to you instead of bottling up his emotions.

But even without him saying anything, you know him well enough to guess what’s bothering him. He was always too hard on himself. He was a perfectionist, and small mistakes bothered him much more than he let on. You wish you could take away some of the stress from him and help him shoulder all the pressure and expectations put on him by listening to all his worries, but you couldn’t help him if he didn’t let you.

You frown when he refuses to talk to you, but he doesn’t need to tell you for you to know what’s wrong. So you take matters into your own hands, trying to comfort him and reassure him like you usually do when he’s stressed out. “It’s okay to make mistakes, you know. No one’s perfect, although you’re pretty damn close. Please don’t be so hard on yourself-”

“Enough!” you’re suddenly cut off as Jimin turns to you with a fierce look in his eyes. “Stop talking as if you know what it’s like! You’d never understand,” he says harshly. “Jimin,” you say a little hurt and afraid by his tone of voice, “I may not know what it’s like, but I can see how much it’s affecting you.” He scoffs at you as he turns his head to look away from you. “Something must be wrong with your eyes then if you can see that but you can’t see that you’re clearly the problem,” he mumbles under his breath.

“What?” you blurt out, hoping that you heard him wrong. “You’re always bothering me and telling me to take a break. You’re the reason I keep messing up!” he says, pointing an accusing finger at you. His words sting, but you ignore it and tell yourself that’s he’s just stressed. “Fine. If I’m so distracting then sleep on your own tonight,” you say as you stand from the table, the sound of your chair scraping across the floor cutting through the heavy silence between you two. You tried to be patient with him, but his words cut deep into your heart. You had to remove yourself from the situation before you exploded on him or broke down in front of him, you weren’t sure which would come first.

You take residency on the couch, keeping your back to Jimin as he finishes his dinner, alone and in silence. You hear him place his plate in the sink before he makes his way down the hall. Staring hard at the television screen in a desperate attempt to keep your tears from falling, you miss the regretful and longing glance he sends your way before walking into your bedroom. Once you hear the shower running, you finally allow yourself to break down, letting your sobs out freely knowing he can’t hear them in the shower.

You knew he was just stressed and he didn’t mean it, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. All you wanted to do was help him and dissolve all the worries and insecurities in his heart. But instead, you were now the one filled with worries and insecurities about yourself and your relationship. Were you holding him back? Did he not want to be with you anymore? You curl into yourself on the couch, burying yourself in the blankets until you’re reduced to a small, sniffling mess.

As the water streams over his face and down his back, Jimin finally starts to cool down. He’s been in the shower for so long, replaying your conversation in his mind over and over again until the water has turned cold, but he still doesn’t want to get out just yet. As he closes his eyes under the flow of water, an image of your face flashes behind his eyelids. He knew that even though you acted as if his words didn’t affect you, he hurt you. And in that split second you took to recover from his harsh words, he noticed the hurt expression that flashed across your face.

He was starting to regret what he said to you because he didn’t mean any of it. It was the exact opposite, actually. You weren’t a bother, just the thought of you was enough to brighten his day, and you definitely weren’t the reason he was messing up, you were his motivation and the reason why he kept going even when he felt like giving up. You were what made him be his best. He feels a sharp pain in his chest at the thought of upsetting you, and suddenly, the only thing on his mind is apologizing to you. He hurriedly dries himself off with a towel, haphazardly throwing his clothes on before he’s flinging the bedroom door open and running down the hall.

Your eyes shoot open at the sound of Jimin’s hurried footsteps bursting into the living room, meeting his worried eyes paired with a panicked look on his face. Not ready to face him just yet, you turn over on the couch, facing the back of it instead. He chuckles at how adorable he finds you when you act stubborn, but his fond smile is quickly replaced by a frown when he hears a small sniffle come from you, reminding him of why he came running in the first place.

“Y/n?” he calls out softly, but you don’t respond, choosing to ignore him as you stare at the back of the couch. “Y/n,” he whines again, eager to get some sort of reaction out of you. He can’t stand when people are upset with him, especially you. With a sigh, he takes a seat on the floor by the couch, knowing he’s going to be here for a while. He pouts at the silent treatment you’re giving him, but he knows he deserves it for what he said to you. He places a hand on your shoulder, lightly shaking you in an attempt to get you to face him.

You’re still hurt by his words, but you can’t resist him and you know he can’t apologize unless you let him, so you turn around and sit up to face him. He immediately lays his head in your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist as he turns his head to look up at you. “I’m sorry y/n,” he says with a small pout as he nuzzles his face into your stomach. “I promise I didn’t mean anything I said. I was just frustrated because I kept messing up today, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you when you were just trying to help,” he admits.

As you listen to his apology, you mindlessly run a hand through his hair because you know it comforts him. He can tell you’re not fully convinced because he can still see the insecurity swimming around in your eyes, and he feels the need to reassure you more. “You know I love you, right?” he asks, to which you nod at him. “Whenever I’m stressed or I’ve had a rough day, I look forward to coming home to you,” he confesses to you, which makes you break out into a small smile. 

“I love you too Jiminie, it just hurts to see you beat yourself up about things like that. You’re so hard on yourself sometimes, and I just wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” you say, leaning down to place a kiss on his forehead as you whisper, “perfect.” No words can express how grateful he is for you, so he just gives you a closed eye smile and a tight squeeze instead. You always knew what to say to make him feel better, and he will always be thankful for that. 

He gets up from the floor and lays on the couch, resting his head on the armrest as he motions for you to come closer. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you down to lay on his chest. There wasn’t much room on the couch for the both of you, but it was manageable if you were laying on top of each other and you didn’t mind being extra close tonight.

“Promise you’ll talk to me if you ever feel like this again?” you ask as you hold your pinky out to him. He smiles at the sight of you staring up at him with big, puppy dog eyes as you hold your little pinky finger out to him, and he wishes he could engrave it into his memories forever. “Promise,” he says as he links pinkies with you, and he seals it by pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

Hi friend 👋 I totally get being busy with school, I am too and it can be a lot. BUT if you want, I'd love to hear more about Rebound like maybe a hint or a snippit of a scene?? It looks like it could rip my heart out (in a good way lol) no pressure ♡

Of course, thanks so much for asking! And if you ever feel overwhelmed with school or anything going on in your life, I'm always here to talk or listen if you'd like 💜

Here's a (snippet?) of the fic. I wasn't sure how much or what to include 😅

“Stop crying already,” he says harshly, suddenly withdrawing his arm from you and creating some distance between the two of you. “Do you think I want to hear about all your failed relationships? It’s pathetic,” he snarls at you, causing more tears to resurface in your eyes.

“O-Of course,” you stutter out, “I’m sorry I never thought about how you felt.” Suddenly feeling ashamed, you scramble to gather your things, standing from the couch and making a beeline for the door.

“Wait, y/n,” Yoongi calls from the couch but you don’t stop, keeping your gaze on the floor as you slip your shoes on. “I didn’t mean to be so harsh, I was just angry because you deserve better,” he apologizes, “It’s just really hard for me to hear about your breakups.”

“It’s okay, I understand," you say quietly. You turn to him with a guilty smile before walking out the door, “I’m sorry. I promise I won’t do it again.”

After locking the door behind you, Yoongi walks back into the living room, sitting on the couch and holding his head in his hands. This is what he wanted, isn’t it? So why does his heart feel so heavy? He hears the sound of approaching footsteps before the couch sinks beside him underneath Hoseok’s weight. He had heard the whole encounter and he knew his roommate would be feeling guilty even if he was doing what was best for him.

“It’s for the best,” Hoseok tells him as he places a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. But even as Hoseok assures him that he made the right decision, he has a feeling that this might’ve been a huge mistake.

Thank u so much for mentioning me!! I feel so honoured to be included on the same list as some of my favourite writers! I’ll look forward to your future lists 💜

Ana's BTS fic recommendations - Part 1 09.27.2021

So I decided to try and make a fic recommendation list, categorized by author, and it's a very VERY long list, and it will constantly grow even bigger.

Please feel free to send me an ask or a message with your favorite BTS fics or writers, I'll make sure to check it out and include in future parts. I'm still going to reblog my favorites, so if you want to keep up with my recommendation lists - let me know and I'll tag you.

So how this will work?

Once a week I will list writers and their works that I find especially worth to be read, BUT if you see just a writer's id, don't worry - it means that they have a huge amount of works that I love, so I couldn't pick just a few of them.

💜 Please reblog this post so more people can read good stuff and/or send me new great fics! 💜

Please take a note that some of the works might be for people who reached the age of 18, and don't interact if you're a minor, thank you

💜 @sopebubbles - masterlist

The Pact - KSJ, smau + written parts

After Min Yoongi broke her heart and ended their engagement during senior year of college, Yn made a pact with her best friend Kim Seokjin that they would get married if they were still single at 30. At the end of their twenties, will they keep the promise?

💜 @likeastarstar - masterlist

💜 @hueseok - masterlist

Shy Kisses - KSJ

The one where seokjin still gets shy whenever you two kiss, despite dating for a significant amount of time now.

Love Grows Where You Go - MYG

Determined to make you and yoongi grow closer for your upcoming wedding in two weeks, your parents plan a trip for the both of you that lasts five days long. you know you should be ecstatic about it, considering your longtime crush on your fiancé, but by how you’re positive that he secretly despises your whole being, you don’t find this mini vacation with him something to look forward to. that is until things take an unexpected turn and suddenly, he makes it apparent he doesn’t hate you at all as you reckoned.

Old Flame - JHS

Four days before your brother’s wedding, he’s assigned you to go fetch his best friend at the airport and drive him all the way to the venue with you. the only problem? the said best friend is hoseok, an ex (sorta) who you also haven’t seen for almost 7 years. a lot have changed definitely, but it seems like the unresolved feelings you have for each other are still there.

💜 @blu-joons - masterlist

💜 @jimidol - masterlist

Chanson d’Amour - PJM

Jimin’s new song, chanson d’amour is an open love letter to his best friend, you. But you already know how he feels about you because he already confessed his feelings a year ago at your graduation party. That night, you and Jimin did what friends are not supposed to do and you felt ashamed. So, you took the stupid decision to run away. But a year and a baby later, you’re ready to face Jimin and your feelings.

💜 @alpacaparkaseok - masterlist

The Pact - OT7 (not poly)

You learned a few days ago that the boys have pact that doesn’t allow them to make a move on you. What happens when they find out that you know?

The Book Of Soulmates

💜 @jinpanman - masterlist

It's You - JHS

An accidental confession throws your years-long friendship with Hoseok into disarray.

💜 @dreamyjoons - masterlist

Give And Take - KNJ

You return from a hard shift and just want to unwind. Will you be able to let off steam thanks to the tall attractive man who’s window overlooks your bedroom?

Everglow - MYG

Of course exes move on, but what happens when they move on together and want to tie the knot? You don’t know the answer, but with Yoongi by your side, you hope you’ll find out.

💜 @ninetailedfoxmanchi - masterlist

💜 @oshbluepacific - masterlist

Unfaithful Trust - JHS

Hoseok never talked to you. Never once looked at you. But it took one unexpected night to make him stood on your doorstep and to talk to you. And life has never been the same for him after that.

💜 @taetaespeaches - masterlist

💜 @ahundredtimesover - masterlist

Please Love Me - JJK

As the only unmarried Jeon and Kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. But despite developing an affection for Jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. You’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

💜 @breakiebunny - masterlist

Spice - KNJ

You and your colleague don`t see eye to eye, the room for improvement completely goes out of the window when something happens at work that ruins a major career step of your life.

Jeon Husband - JJK

Marriage is supposed to be based on truth and love but yours was nothing of that sort, just a compromise, just a contract, what happens when you tell your husband you no longer want any part of this?

💜 @jungkxook - masterlist

Amortentia - JJK

Jungkook loves everything strawberry but the simple pleasure is always kept hodden, showd away as if some hideous secret to protect the rumours that had built up around him - until a love potion outs him

Moonstruck - KTH

In hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn't something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you're now being "hunted" and the only way to save you is to be mated with Taehyung. Whatever that means.

💜 @kookiesbuckethat - masterlist

💜 @moonse0k

Four's A Crowd - ??? x yn, smau + written parts

The Jeon twins are vastly different at first glance, an outgoing up and coming model and a single mother who avoids others like the plague. Yn avoids BigHit for numerous reasons, Jungkook is well aware of that, but he longs for his two families to combine. One little push for Yn to meet others couldn’t be that bad, right?

💜 @gimmesumsuga - masterlist

Orectic - JHS

‘The one where you’re a hybrid in heat, and Hobi helps you out’ 

💜 @minyfic - masterlist

💜 @latetaektalk - masterlist

Unspoken Rules - KTH

Sticking to rules was a lot harder when they were unspoken and a certain fuckboy was involved.

or

1. no strings attached.

2. no telling others.

3. no getting to know each other.

(road)tripping for you - JJK

It was just supposed to be a roadtrip; your best friend, her boyfriend, his best friend, and you. but it gets a little more complicated (and a whole lot more awkward) when your best friend and her boyfriend have to drop out and you’re left to go on the trip with none other than jeon jungkook, a complete stranger. well, a complete stranger except for the fact that you hooked up two years ago.

💜 @elizahopexo

Caught in a Snow Storm - KNJ, smau + written parts

No one ever said being an idol is easy but nothing could have prepared you for just how tough it was going to be.

You are an idol, known by your stage name Winter and are the leader of BigHit Entertainments first ever girl group SEASONS.

Despite not even debuting yet, your group starts receiving huge amounts of hate from fans believing you are using BTS for clout and relevancy and nothing you do is stopping them.

Enter a PR stunt that tries desperately to stop the hate. It’s simple, if the members of BTS pretend to be friends with your group, it means good publicity right?

The only problem is that you or your group have no idea about the PR stunt and believe the friendships are genuine.

That should be all for the first part! Please let me know what you think about this list of fics!

Stay healthy and see you next time! 💜