Careful What You Wish For

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

tag list: @awinkies @wedarkacademia​ @yiyi4657

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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tag list: @awinkies @wedarkacademia​ @yiyi4657​

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.

So... It’s like 2 while I’m reading your stuff and I’m like half crying. Great fanfics 🥺

Aw thank u so much! it really means a lot and I’m glad u enjoy them ☺️ make sure u get enough sleep tho and take care of yourself :)

you flinch during an argument

Hoseok x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 1.2k

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You sigh as you stare at Hoseok’s door from the couch, some television show that you weren’t paying attention to playing on the screen to fill in the silence of the house. He’s been working in his home studio for the past few days and you were getting worried about him.

Because of the pandemic, he was spending a lot more time at home. But he was a workaholic and even while at home, he had to be working on something. He wasn’t taking the situation very well, putting him in a standoffish mood.

He was always so bright and positive, cheering you up when you needed him the most and you wanted to do the same for him. Standing from the couch, you stretch your muscles out before approaching his studio. “Hobi!” you sing cheerfully as you burst into his home studio, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you hug him from behind, leaning over the back of his office chair.

“How’s everything going?” you ask curiously as you stare at the screen in front of him, not understanding what anything meant. “It’s going okay,” he says dryly as he lightly pushes you off him. You’re slightly hurt by his cold behaviour but you understand. He was a performer and it wasn’t easy for him to be away from the stage.

Instead, you just try to be patient and be there for him. “Is there anything you need? Are you hungry?” you ask as he hasn’t come out for the whole day. A shake of his head is the only sign of acknowledgement you get that he heard you before he starts clicking away, continuing to work as if you weren’t there at all. 

You didn’t want to be annoying or overbearing, you know he’s a grown man and can take care of himself but you still worried about him. “Are you sure? You haven’t eaten all day,” you mention. “Y/n I’m busy right now,” he mumbles, eyes still glued to the screen. “But-” you try to argue but he quickly shuts you down. “I’m not hungry, okay?” he says exasperatedly. 

Swallowing thickly, you nod before quietly exiting his studio and closing the door behind you. He was busy and clearly not in the mood to talk so you would give him some space. But you couldn’t stand seeing him so upset even though he didn’t want your help. You wanted to do something for him, just as he’s always been there for you. 

Looking around the house, you try to think of something you can do to cheer him up. A lightbulb goes off in your head as your eyes land on the kitchen. I’ll bake him some treats! you think as you walk into the kitchen. It was a great idea since he hasn’t eaten all day, plus, who doesn’t love food? Tying an apron around your waist, you try to decide what to make him. 

Many desserts come to mind as Hoseok and the boys will eat about anything, but after a few minutes of thinking and contemplating, you finally decide on macarons. You nod determinedly at yourself before you get started, pulling out all the necessary equipment and ingredients. You couldn’t wait to see the bright smile on Hoseok’s face when he sees the macarons you baked for him, and a little over an hour later, they were finally done and all that was left was assembling and decorating. 

You beam at the little cookie shells cooling on the tray, proud of how they came out.“What the hell?” you whip your head around as soon as you hear Hoseok’s voice, finding him standing in the doorway of the kitchen with an empty glass in his hand. You were too busy smiling and humming to yourself to notice when he got there. Hoseok froze as soon as he stepped foot into the kitchen to refill his water, the empty glass in his hand almost slipping from the shock of how messy it was. 

“Oh Hobi!” you say, excited to see him out of his room. You follow his gaze when you notice him looking around the kitchen with a displeased look on his face. Your mouth turns into an “o” shape as you look around the kitchen. You were so excited to surprise him you didn’t realize how much of a mess you were making. “I was going to surprise you, I guess I got a little carried away,” you explain with a sheepish laugh as you rub the back of your neck.

“Are you trying to make me mad? I’m already stressed as it is and then you have to go and make a huge mess in the kitchen!” he yells at you angrily, nostrils flaring as he lets ragged breaths out. Your face falls as you shrink under his intense glare, breaking out into a sweat when you see just how mad he is. “I-I’m sorry,” you stutter out, “I just wanted to cheer you up since-” you try to explain yourself but he cuts you off. 

“Cheer me up?” he repeats. “You’re just making it worse!” he yells loudly, causing you to flinch and knock the tray over behind you. As soon as you flinch back, Hoseok tries to reach out for you and catch the falling tray but he doesn’t make it in time. It clatters to the floor loudly, all the cookies and your hard work falling with it. 

His anger suddenly fades away when he sees you sadly looking down at the cookies on the floor, sniffling sadly. All the guilt hits him at once for treating you so coldly over the past few days, yelling at you, and now destroying something nice that you were doing for him.

“Oh y/n,” he coos softly. “Come here,” he says as he places his cup on the counter and opens his arms for you. You run into his arms, burying your face in his chest as you apologize. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to surprise you because you seemed so down,” you say with a watery voice. He shakes his head as he strokes your hair gently and places a light kiss on your head.

“Don’t apologize, you did nothing wrong. I’m sorry for yelling at you, you were just trying to do something for me and I ruined it,” he says sadly as he looks at the cracked cookies on the floor. You pull away and wipe at your eyes with your sleeves, staring sadly at your broken creations. 

Hoseok crouches down in front of them when he notices your heartbroken gaze. “I’m sorry about these ones,” he says as he starts picking them up. “Why don’t we make a new batch?” he suggests hopefully, trying to cheer you up, “Nothing makes me happier than spending time with you and I need to get out of the studio for a bit.” 

You smile brightly at him, nodding eagerly before you’re already grabbing an apron and tying it for him. All the stress and tension was gone from Hoseok’s body and mind as soon as he started baking with you. Swiping a bit of icing onto the tip of your nose, he can’t help but laugh at how adorable you look going cross-eyed as you try to look at the spot on your nose. When he’s stressed or frustrated and you want to make him smile, all Hoseok needs is you.

he calls you clingy masterlist

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

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he calls you clingy

Jungkook x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 1.5k

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Walking through the halls of HYBE, you smile giddily to yourself as you turn the corner leading to BTS’ practice room. You were currently on your way to surprise your boyfriend Jungkook at work because you haven’t seen him in a while due to his extremely busy work schedule.

With a slight skip in your step, you make your way to the door, reaching for the handle, about to open the door when you hear the mention of your name. “Did you and y/n get in a fight or something? Why are you avoiding her?” you hear Jin ask assumingly Jungkook. He was avoiding you? Is that why he wasn’t coming home?

You freeze with your hand on the doorknob, straining to hear Jungkook’s response. You didn’t want to eavesdrop, but the fear of Jungkook avoiding you was enough to momentarily push aside your morals. “We didn’t get in a fight. She can just be so...” he pauses as he tries to think of the right word, “Clingy sometimes.”

His words sting and before your brain can even comprehend what you’re doing, your legs are carrying you away from the practice room. But as soon as you turn around, you collide with someone’s chest, nearly knocking them over with how eager you were to get out of there. “Woah, y/n are you okay?” Jimin asks as he places his hands on your shoulders to steady you.

Getting a closer look at you, he notices the tears building up in your eyes. “What’s wrong?” he tries to ask you, but you simply shake your head at him. “Nothing, I’m fine,” you tell him as you force a smile. “I have to go, I’ll see you around Jimin,” you say as you quickly brush past him, wishing you had never come here in the first place.

Jimin clenches his fists tightly by his sides as he watches you rush down the hall, your shoulders that rising and falling was a clear sign that you were crying. He had heard what Jungkook said and he knows you heard too. He couldn’t believe Jungkook would say such a thing so carelessly and now he had hurt you.

“You shouldn’t say things like that Jungkook,” Jimin hears as he walks into the practice room. “I know,” the maknae admits already regretting what he said. “I just need some time to be alone so I’ve been staying at the dorms,” he explains, not meaning what he said about you. Noticing that Jimin was back, everyone stands from their seats on the floor, ready to get back to practicing now that Jimin was back from the bathroom. 

“Then you should talk to her about that. Avoiding her isn’t going to solve anything,” Namjoon advises him before joining the other boys in the middle of the practice room. The maknae nods although their words were just flying over his head. He didn’t need to talk to you about it because he didn’t even mean what he said, it was just a hard week for all of them. 

Throughout the rest of practice, Jimin was rather cold to the maknae, but he just assumed Jimin was just as exhausted as he was. When they finally get another break, Jungkook rushes to his bag to check his phone for any notifications from you. You always send him daily texts asking him about his day and telling him about yours, but you were late today. 

And when he still didn’t receive anything from you and it was nearing the end of the day, he started to get worried. “Y/n still hasn’t texted me,” he frowns at his phone. Jimin scoffs next to Jungkook as he places his water bottle down. “I wonder why,” he says sarcastically. “What do you mean Hyung?” the maknae asks, oblivious as to why Jimin seemed so pissed at him. Jimin knew he shouldn’t be so hard on him. They were all tired and he knew Jungkook didn’t mean it, but he couldn’t get your heartbroken expression or your sad smile out of his head. 

“She was here,” he says staring at the floor, “She heard you.” Jungkook’s eyes widen as he whips his head to look at Jimin. “What?” he asks in disbelief, but the solemn look on Jimin’s face is enough for him to know he was telling the truth. “I have to go!” he yells over his shoulder as he rushes to grab all his stuff, hurriedly running out the practice room.

You jump from your spot on the couch when you hear the front door burst open, walking out of the living room to find a panting Jungkook standing in the doorway. Before you can ask him what’s wrong, he’s already questioning you. “Y/n? Is everything okay?” he asks as soon as he spots you standing in the hall. “Why wouldn’t I be?” you ask, feigning ignorance.

“You didn’t text me today. I thought something happened,” he lies, acting as if he didn’t know you heard him. “Oh yeah,” you rub the back of your neck nervously as you try to think of an excuse. “I was really busy, I guess I just forgot,” you laugh awkwardly, but Jungkook knows you’re lying. You’ve never missed a day for the past year, and it couldn’t just be a coincidence that the one day you forget is the day he said something hurtful.

Trying to subtly assure you, Jungkook acts super clingy, being sure to tell you how much he loves your cuddles and affection. But that only aids in making you confused. He was just calling you clingy earlier today and now he was telling you how much he loves cuddling with you. What did he want from you?

Jungkook acted as if everything was fine but you were still hurt. And every time he tried to reach out to you, his words would flash through your mind, halting your movements and causing you to drawback.

Brushing off his affections, you somehow avoid all his advances in an effort to give him the space you thought he wanted. Instead of cuddling into his side like you usually did when you two sat on the couch, you sat on the opposite side of the couch, keeping a great distance between you two. And when he tried to sit next to you on the couch, you just barely slipped from his grasp, running into the kitchen to grab a snack. 

Turning around, Jungkook watches your form as you retreat into the kitchen, his heart heavy when he sees just how desperate you are to get away from him. He didn’t mean what he said and he regretted being so careless, but no matter how badly he wanted to take back his words the damage has already been done.

Climbing into bed later that night, you lie down with your back facing him on your side of the bed. He stares sadly at your back, frowning at how far you’re laying from him when you should be in his arms. Despite all his efforts, you were still so distant and the guilt was killing him. He couldn’t bear knowing that you were hurting because of him.

He gently pokes your arm, causing you to turn around to meet his sad, doe eyes. “Kookie? What’s wrong?” you ask gently when he looks at you guiltily. “I’m sorry,” he says as he wraps his arms around you and pulls closer to him, but you didn’t know what he was apologizing for. All you could focus on was trying to get away but he holds you tight, not letting you go. “Please don’t stop hugging or kissing me,” he whispers, “You’re not clingy, I didn’t mean what I said.”

“Your hugs and kisses are the only things I look forward to after a long day of work,” he tells you, “So please don’t stop.” You stop struggling against him, but some of your doubts and insecurities remain. “Why would you say it then?” you ask as you look up at him with big eyes. “This week has just been so hard, I was tired and I let it get to me,” he admits, disappointed in himself. 

At the tiredness in his voice, you can’t find it in yourself to stay mad at him, understanding the stress and fatigue he must have been feeling, “It’s okay Kookie.” But even though you’ve forgiven him, he can still see the insecurity swimming around in your eyes, and in his mind, he promises himself that he’ll make you see how much he truly loves your affection.

“I missed you so much,” he sighs as he hugs you a little tighter. “I missed you too,” you say back as you wrap your arms around him, nuzzling into his chest as the two of you fall asleep tightly clinging onto each other under the blankets.