The Ending!!!

The ending!!! 😭😭😭

I wanna cry Nika. If only you did the same ( your case would be easier)

Anyway.... It was so cute though

Fortnight - JJK

Pairing: Jungkook X Fem Reader

Theme: Fluff, angst if you squint really hard

Wordcount: 1k+

Summary: "I touched you for only a fortnight."

Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption. and literally nothing else.

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: This is pathetically self-indulged! Replace Jungkook with me and put @phenomenalgirl9 on Jimin's place and boom! it's my own damn story!

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“Now, if you don’t talk to her, how will you know what her reaction will be?” Jimin whines nudging Jungkook with his elbow. 

“I don’t know hyung. What if- what if she thinks I’m a creep? That I stalk her or something? That I am trying to throw myself at her?” Jungkook lays his head on the headrest of the semi-comfortable couch-seat of their regular bar. 

The fluorescent light above his head makes him feel more drunk than he actually is. 

Even though he is here, sitting beside one of his best friends, enjoying a Saturday - his mind is actually miles and miles away, with you. 

You - someone, he doesn’t even know the name of. 

You take the same subway as him, well, only sometimes. 

His 10 to 6 job as a drone engineer pushes him into a tight schedule where he chooses to catch a specific subway to come back home at a very particular time and spend the rest of the day away from work and the annoying sound of drones.

He doesn’t recall the first day he saw you, nor if you had a special effect on him, what he knows is that you were one of the faces he got to see everyday. 

But before he even realized it himself - your face was what he looked for in the mass of eyes, noses and lips. 

Again he can’t pinpoint that one day when he suddenly started looking for you. But now he realizes that you don’t travel by the same damn subway everyday, unlike him. And that upsets him a lot.

So he doesn’t see you for most of the week, sometimes even goes a fortnight without having a sight. And when he does.. His heart beats start raising so much that he fears the organ would jump out of his chest and fall into your hands. 

He is obnoxious in a way. He knows he is a people-magnet and he can pull anyone towards himself. He knows that he makes tons of head turns on a single day. But.. his charms fall short when it comes to you. 

You are so beautiful! God! 

Your delicate features, dark hair swept up in a messy bun, your expressive eyes… he loves it all. He loves it all so much that whenever he sees you, he can’t look away. And he is sure you can feel him ogling at you too. 

There are times when he had several eye-contacts with you, which means you were staring at him too. 

That’s the only positive news in this entire ordeal.  

Jimin shakes Jungkook’s body vehemently, “are you even listening to me?” 

“No.” Jungkook says briefly as he sits up and sips on his drink. He diverts the conversation in another way so that he could stop feeling like a shit because there is no way you are single. He is a fool, he is pathetic with that little crush on you, a woman he doesn’t even know the name of.

“You sure don’t want a ride?” Jimin asks again, slurring a bit. 

“Yep. There must be a ton of traffic at this hour. I will take the subway.” he reasons, checking the subway schedule on his phone. 

Jimin wiggles his eyebrow, opening the taxi door. 

“What?” Jungkook narrows his own set of brows as he waves of the elder’s suspicion, “hyung! Come’on it’s Saturday. And I want to take the subway so that I can sober up a bit. There is absolutely no other reason.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Get home safely. Bye.” Jimin settles inside the taxi but his grin doesn’t die. 

Jungkook laughs at his antics. 

Oh how he wishes he could see you. But he knows about this setting more than anyone else and the subway station he needs to access today is two stops away from the one you usually get in. Besides, it’s already past your usual time. 

He starts walking towards the station popping on his earpods in order to avoid the nagging voice of his brain or maybe heart.

The next subway comes in three minutes. 

Jungkook taps the tip of his vans on the glazed floor of the subway station. The alcohol buzzing in his brain makes the waiting period a lot easier than normal days. 

He whips his head up and turns it to cut through the haze a bit. 

And his eyes stop at one particular face. 

It’s you. 

It’s really you. 

There is no fucking way you are here! 

Is he dreaming? Is it the alcohol or is it really you? 

Before he knows what he is doing, he starts walking towards you and stands right behind your body. 

You are in much more casual clothes than normal days, so you are probably coming back from a day out with your friends or boyfriend or girlfriend even. 

And as usual - you look beautiful. 

He stands right behind you, just staring at the back of your head and thanking his lucky stars for listening to his quiet prayers. 

The train arrives. He walks through the door shadowing you and stands just like he was in the station. 

There are no seats left so he doesn’t even entertain the thoughts of sitting and nursing his pounding head and heart. 

He just stands staring at the curve of your neck, biting on his lower lip while contemplating if he should talk to you or not. 

He was so busy staring at your hair that he didn’t even notice you looking back at him through the glass of the subway window. 

When he finally looks up, his eyes meet yours and he sees a ghost of a smile playing on your lips. 

“You look good today.” he voices, gathering all the courage he has inside his body, mind and soul. 

Your smile widens, “so do you.” 

“This is Jungkook, by the way.” his heart is about to explode when you turn your head to meet his eyes directly. 

“Hi, jungkook. I’m Y/N.” you reply, spots of red appearing on your cheeks. 

Jungkook doesn’t know where things will lead - but he knows, right now, he is happy for sure.

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Suddenly: Han Jisung x Reader

Summary: Y/n can't really stand Jisung, what will she do when she had to work with him for a Semester's project?

A/n: This was self indulgent and insipred from true events of ya girls' life.

W/c: 1.4k(-ish)

Genre: Slight Enimies to Lovers, fluff.

Warning: none (i think)

Rating: U

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“The list is up, check the line up and come 1 hour early for practice” Mrs Jung informed you before she left the class. 

“Okay!” You said enthusiastically.

And of course you forgot to check the line up and reached 5 mins late to the theatre, your assistant director and best friend Nayeon waiting for you. “You're here! We've been waiting!” She said.

“We?” You asked as you don't see anybody else in the theater except…. Minji. “Wait, Minji is here?!”

“Uh- you didn't check the list?” Nayeon asked and you shook your head in terror. “Oh Jisung is the Music Director for your play this term” she said. 

“WHAT?! NOT AGAIN!!” You threw a whine “I need him changed! I can’t work with him!!” as Mrs Jung appeared from behind one of the stage wings. 

“I thought I had written that the set-ups are final” She said with a glare and you grumbled inwardly as the person in question appeared. “UHHHH!!” you said and stood up and Jisung walked to you with a smile. 

“Hey Y/n!” He said brightly, “hi, Jisung” you said, trying to hide your annoyance to the best of your ability. 

“Jisung-ah you’re finally here!” Minji said, clinging to his arm as he smiled and said a joke to her that you didn’t care to register. 

Yes, Han Jisung and his overly friendly attitude annoyed you. His assistant Music direct-slash-your friend MInji is shamelessly down for him and that irritates you alot too. What irritates you more is that Jisung apparently enjoys that but he told Minji he doesn't feel that way towards him. That made him a dick, and you didn’t really appreciate that. But if you want your play to go smoothly and pass the term you will have to cooperate with him. You did work with him once in the past and that was how he acts all friendly with you but that was before you knew Minji and found the true colors of Han Jisung. 

“Let's get started” Mrs Jung said and you all started discussing your script, the music the vibe and the overall aesthetics with the props teams. The number of backgrounds needed and arrangement was discussed. Jisung putting his inputs here and there, well, if it came to these things Jisung was extremely skilled so you were kinda feeling glad that Mrs Jung chose him. 

In 3 days rehearsals started, “Jisung pick up the beat from this que not after” you said in a huff.

“Just wait and check this out” he said and got the scene to re-do picking up the beat 3 seconds after the queue. You sighed, it did seem better than what you had originally written “We could go with this” you said and got back to your position near the stage ignoring the shit-eating-grin on his face. 

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“Did you eat?” You heard Jisungs voice as you typed away in your laptop, Mrs Jung had given you some inputs and you had to edit the script to accommodate those before you could move further, you just shook your head. 

“Here” you saw a sandwich held in front of you. “I don’t have time for this, Jisung” You grumbled. “Just open your mouth” he said “I noticed you were late in the morning today so you probably didn;t even have breakfast” he said and as if on queue your stomach grumbled and he chuckled. You just took a bite and got back to typing, Jisung scrolling away on his phone and occasionally feeding you the sandwich.

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“Jisung-ah? How long will it take for you?” you heard Minji’s voice, followed by Jisung’s “I’ll need some more time, you can leave early”

“Okay!” she said and left.

“You’re not going home?” you asked Jisung and he shook his head. “I need to finish this melody or the practice will be hindered tomorrow” he said. You sat beside him, “Let me see what you have so far” you said and he played the melody on the piano.

By the time you were done it was good past 8pm. 

“I’ll walk you home,” he said. “What? No need, I can go by myself. It’s not that late” you tried to dissuade him. “It’s non-negotiable! Lead the way” he said. And a smile played on your lips, why is he so different in front of you? Is it all an act? However your mind was shut down when he called your name and the two of you started talking. 

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The closer you got to Han Jisung the more you noticed that the Han Jisung you were seeing was completely different from what Minji has ever told you. This Han Jisung is attentive to what people say, he actually cares when one of the actors or crew seem overworked and helps them. Ordered coffee for everyone when practice ran too late. Often forced you to take breaks, pulled you out of a heated situation before you got angry. This Han Jisung was someone you never expected. It's as if the more you try to push him away, the more he reels you in. 

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“That was great!” Mrs Jung said as she completed overseeing the last practice session. “Tomorrow god really great but rest up well before that” she completed and gathered her things to walk away. 

As she left, Nayeon walked to the back stage and helped one of the prop dudes to bring in 2 boxes. “Time for our pre-stage tradition” she cheered. Yes, it's the University’s drama clubs tradition to drink on the night of the last rehearsal. Then rest the whole morning next day and get ready in the afternoon for the show. 

“Ah. I hope this time we get chosen for the competition” you whined and rested your head on Nayeon’s shoulder. “Right! That would be so lit! Right Jisung?” Minji squealed. 

It was barely two hours and the rest of the crew were down. 

“Only 2 cans left. Wanna finish them?” You looked up to see Jisung handing you one of the last cans in the box. You stood up and walked up to the audience aisles and up to the balcony and sat on the rails. “Come” you said and patted the place beside you for the boy who obediently followed you. 

“Can I ask you something?” He asked and you nodded your head.

“How did you find yourself in dramatics and stage?” he asked. 

“Um… My aunt was an actress, I used to visit her shows all the time with my mom. While people like to be close to the stage to see better, I loved getting balcony seats so I could see the whole stage and what's going on” you said, maybe even overshared cause you were quite tipsy. “How about you?” You asked.

“I just love music, I've basically grown up with music. And then during teenage years started writing songs as a hobby and then finally decided to pursue it. Remember when we first worked together during 2nd semester. I was actually about to work with a group from the Dance department but I read your script from the student forum and was so moved I found out the dude who wanted to participate and got him to exchange our projects” he said and giggled. 

You giggled too, “I didn't know that was the reason why he changed” you said. 

“I think we should get off the rails” he said and got down and extended a hand for you. You took it and got down and almost tripped if it wasn't for Jisung who held onto your waist immediately to stabilize you. 

“I'm tired” you said and hugged him back as he held onto your waist. “Me too” he said and hugged you back, you felt his breath on your neck and your breath hitched. You turned your head to look at him and his face got so close to yours. Your lips barely touching, he didn't move away and somehow you didn't want to. So you pulled him in and connected your lips to his. He pushed you up against the rail and deepened the kiss. He kissed craddled your face in his palms and kissed you like you've never been before. Your hand roaming all over his torso and your lips moved in sync with his. His hands slipping down your neck and taking refuge on your waist as he pulled you closer. His hands are about to creep into your top. When he stopped and drew a breath and kissed your forehead. 

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You woke up in your bed and looked around in shock to see you back in your empty room. 

“Fuck! I kissed Jisung!” You suddenly remembered. 

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Why is this so true?

Even though Gyu is not my bias, but I consider him as my love, because I'm not in love with Kim Mingyu the Idol, but the man he is outside the stage.

Over all it's funny cause I don't want anyone to fall in love with me cause I'm scared I'm too complicated and they won't be able to keep up with me. Yet the thing that I crave the most is to be loved by someone. To be someone's priority.

mingyu is for the girlies who always settled for less, who always hid their goofy side, who don't have a good relationship with their mother, who never stop pretending tireless, who hate their birthday, who remember a lot, who want to live by the mountains alone, who always looks at their sufferings as embarrassments, who are living on strangers kindness, who are constantly attempting to escape, who don't want anybody to fall in love with them.

Just cats being cats 😂😂

hello, white tumblr user. before you is a serious post by a blogger of color about racism. if you are able to quietly reblog it without adding any bullshit, especially not anything starting with "as a white person-" you will be allowed to go free. the hardest challenge in your entire life begins now