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Night Changes

synopsis; in which you and your idol boyfriend have a serious conversation during a car ride where the end destination will change your life forever.

pairing; idol!jungkook x non-idol!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, drabble, idol au

warnings; mild angst in the form of reader being insecure, and reader having a minor panic attack, but dw cause koo is here to kiss it all better 🥹

rating; PG-13

w/c; 1,042

a/n; LOOK AT THOSE ARMS. ok bye.

A tattooed hand caresses your inner thigh lovingly, thumb rubbing soothing circles in hopes of calming your nerves.

It helps, a little.

Your hand lands above his, head lolling onto your boyfriend’s shoulder who then lays his head lightly upon yours. No words are said.

When you tilt your head up to look at Jungkook, you see his eyes are already on yours. The streetlights that pass along the street are your only source of light in the darkness of the backseat of the unmarked, black SUV you’re both currently sitting in.

Each time the light passes, you’re able to glimpse at the perfection of his face, and you wonder exactly how you got so lucky to be in this position. His eyes soften the longer he looks at you, voice barely above a whisper as he fills the silence.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

You chew on your bottom lip nervously, something he immediately brings his thumb up to gently pry your lips open and stop you from doing. You lightly nip at his fingertip, and he chuckles, but it doesn’t keep the worried frown from forming on his usually cheerful face.

“You shouldn’t frown, koo. You’ll gain wrinkles.”

He gives you a deadpanned look, and you suck in a breath, before exhaling slowly. A bump in the road that causes the car to jolt harshly, makes his grip on your thigh tighten considerably. Your nerves skyrocket.

He notices your body become stiff, it only fuels his worries.

“They’re going to love you. You have nothing to be afraid of, y/n. You’re perfect.”

“And you, my dear, are biased.”

He tsks, shaking his head defiantly.

“So what if I am? Y/N, the boys love you, the team loves you, my parents already want to adopt you–,” you snort at that, fully aware of just how much his parents want you two to get married in the future and give them ‘precious grand babies’.

“They don’t want me, they want my womb.”

He scrunches his nose in disgust, but doesn’t deny it at all. It makes you laugh out loud, a genuine smile appearing on your face for the first time since you left his apartment — climbing into the backseat of this car, the resounding slam of the car door shutting behind you affirming the choice you both decided on only a few days prior.

“What if they don’t like me though?”

He squeezes your hand reassuringly, about to open his mouth and spew countless reasons why ARMY would adore you – that is, until the driver disrupts your conversation to let you know you’ll be arriving at your destination in five minutes.

He can visibly see the panicked look on your face, feel the way your chest begins to rise and fall rapidly. Realizing you’re on the verge of having a panic attack, he thinks quickly, the only solution on his mind being one thing.

Letting go of your thigh, he shifts positions in his seat to angle his body towards you, both hands coming up to cup your cheeks and crash his lips against yours.

The sudden kiss takes your breath away momentarily, and you allow yourself to indulge in the moment, reciprocating the kiss with a fervor. What starts out as a fiery kiss, gradually dims to a few light pecks as he finally pulls away from you, still keeping his grip on your face as he gazes into your eyes with nothing but pure love and adoration.

His lip ring seems on the verge of popping out with how wide his smile is, and you can’t stop yourself from mimicking it to the best of your ability. Leaning his forehead against yours he counts quietly backwards from ten.

As soon as he hits one, your breathing becomes normal once again, body sagging with relief as you melt into his hold. His hands drop to encase you in a warm embrace, him murmuring sweet nothings into your hair and promises of a lovely time.

The car rolls to a silent stop, the murmuring of the crowd that lines the path you’ll be taking reaches your ears from the outside and for a moment Jungkook thinks you might get cold feet, but then — the next time he sees your face it’s full of confidence and acceptance for what’s about to happen.

“Are you ready?” He does his best not to sound too excited, but the way he fidgets in his seat restlessly let’s you know exactly how much he’s been anticipating what’s to come in mere seconds.

How much not only your relationship would change, but your life as well.

With a nod of confirmation from you, he knocks on the car window with three consecutive taps of his knuckles.

The chauffeur opens the door.

Jungkook steps out first, smoothing down his outfit and turning to extend his hand for you to take. The crowd buzzes with excitement on who he’s waiting for, questions being shouted out in quick succession all around. He pays them no mind, however, his only focus being on you.

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t hesitate or have second thoughts in that moment, a million scenarios running through your mind of how the night could turn out if you choose to take the leap and step out of the safety of the car and it’s darkness.

It’s anonymity.

But, as you look into his beautiful brown eyes, you realize what your choice will be. With one last deep exhale, you lay your hand on top of his and remember the words he whispered not even minutes ago and use them to propel you forward and allow him to guide you out of the car with graceful ease.

Standing next to him you’re poised with charm and elegance. There’s an immediate loud uproar coming from reporters and fans alike once they get a good look at you two together, his arm wrapped securely around your waist as he steers you both down the long, red carpet. Thousands of camera shutters click, and lights flash, though your gaze never falters from his.

‘—but there’s nothing to be afraid of,

cause even when the night changes,

it will never change me and you.’

Evermore

synopsis; in which you can no longer ignore all the signs of your husband’s affair.

pairing; husband!kim taehyung x wife!reader

genre; angst, marriage au

rating; PG-13

warnings; infidelity, not so much a warning but mentions of Yeontan to help keep you sane yw

w/c; 889

a/n; happy angsty reading! pls keep sending more if you enjoyed! <3 this is a repost from my old account.

song to listen to; evermore by taylor swift ft. bon iver

It was currently November, though it all started in July, or so you think. Least, that’s when you first started noticing the signs. Who knows exactly how long this whole affair has been going on.

Gray November, I’ve been down since July.

Your whole body felt heavy due to all the bottled up anger, sadness, and despair you kept inside, selfishly trying to keep yourself alive amongst all the chaos and denial you dealt with daily.

It was the night before the 4th of July, you recall. You were supposed to meet up at the movies to watch the third installment of your shared all time favorite franchise. A movie that you booked tickets for together months in advance. Only to be left in the dark room all alone, the only light illuminated from the projector. Glancing down at your phone that emitted a soft glow, you let out a quiet sigh of discontent not wanting to disturb fellow movie goers around you.

From Husband:

Sorry y/n, won’t be able to make it. This meeting is going on for way longer than expected. I’ll see you at home later, don’t wait up for me, okay? Save me some popcorn, though! Can’t wait to hear all about it! Love you.

That should’ve been your first red flag.

Motion capture, put me in a bad light.

Not that he left you to watch the movie alone, but yes, that sucked. He’s done it before, though. When you know for a fact he was caught up in a meeting, or so you hoped, thinking back on it now.

No. No, it was a detail that no one would’ve picked up on besides you, and in fact, most people would just scoff at and say you were over reacting. He was probably in a rush to send that text, they would say. He didn’t have time. Yeah, okay. Sure, whatever. But you knew.

Especially since you made a pact not too long after you started dating that you would use your pet names instead of your actual names when addressing each other. Or, not so much a pact, but more so just an unspoken rule you developed out of a daily habitual use of said pet names. He literally hasn’t called you by your name in years.

I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone, trying to find the one where I went wrong.

It was engraved in you since you were a little girl to be the ever doting, ever loyal, ever loving, ever faithful wife. Whenever you so chose to be one. Lord knows you were never in a rush. In fact, it wasn’t until you hit your 5 year anniversary that he got down on one knee and popped the question. Yet, you were still surprised when it happened. Still not expecting it for another 5 years later, at the very least. But, Kim Taehyung had other plans it seems. Ever the hopeless romantic, you should’ve known. Him always being the one to talk about your future together, hinting at a wedding and a big family with a little dog. At least you were able to cross off two of those, you thought bitterly. Contrary to the gentle pats you were currently giving to the Teacup Pom, Yeontan.

As the months progressed, he became less subtle. The lipstick stains on his collar of a color that didn’t exist in your make up collection, the waft of perfume you would smell as he kissed your cheek upon coming home that you knew wasn’t yours. And yet, you were still in denial. Not willing to risk losing him, your heart suffered instead.

Writing letters, addressed to the fire.

The only solace you had, being to write out your aggression of the day onto a piece of paper that would then meet the kiss of fire you would ignite nightly in your fireplace and burn, each time hoping and praying for it to cleanse your head and heart along with it.

It never worked. And you always cried silent tears of misery so as not to wake your peacefully sleeping husband curled up with the Teacup Pom in the next room over who came back from yet another late night out.

You never thought you would end up here. Being that wife that would become the gossip of other fellow wives. Becoming the ever pining wife that would stand alone in the dark at two o’clock in the morning looking out the window and waiting for your husband to come home. Craving his words and his touch. Knowing you weren’t currently getting either of those. She was. Whoever she is. You had no clue.

And I was catching my breath. Staring out an open window….

You stared longingly at your husband who just pulled up in the driveway. Yeontan running around your feet in excitement upon recognizing the sound of his human’s car. As he went to step out of the car, an article of clothing fell out, one he was quick to recover and throw in the backseat. More importantly one that was very obviously, not yours. Looking around to see if he had been caught, he locked eyes with you in the window. His widening in guilt, yours crying unrelentless tears as you stared emotionlessly, arms crossed over your chest where your heart just broke for the last and final time.

Catching my death.

💃❤️

we'll be okay ♥ (cr. namuspromised)

No more namjooning?

Namjoon has archived or deleted all his museum-related posts (and it looks like anything personal, too).

I don't know why this happened, but I respect the members' need to put distance between their private lives and the aspects of their work lives they share with ARMY.

There is a google doc archive if any of his past posts brought you peace:

Excuse me please while I go feel my feelings and remember to trust.

speechless...