I Went Out Shopping Today And Spoiled Myself On Jewellery

I went out shopping today and spoiled myself on Jewellery 🤭🤭🤭

Friday February 10.

The stars align: it's Friday, and Rebecca Black is back.

A lot can happen in 12 years... and a lot has happened in 12 years. Just ask #rebecca black who, 12 years ago today, was at the epicenter of one of the very first moments of internet cultural infamy. Only now, February 10th now heralds not that cruel moment of internet culture, but the release of her debut album: Let Her Burn. And it comes not from a 13-year-old girl, but a beloved internet queen, singer, songwriter, and queer artist. Erase You explores a whole new frontier of queer celebration and blends classic pop motifs with futuristic electronic production. Destroy Me and Misery Loves Company channels deep, complex emotional life into pop made for the dancefloor—while Doe Eyed dives into all things sensual and sexual with the erotic anthem we never knew we needed.

One thing is for sure, Dear Reader: it is still, very much Friday. Only now this most sacred day of our week belongs to #rebecca black—and it looks great on her.

menace (pjm) - pt. i

Just because you hate him doesn't mean you can't fuck him.

Pairing: Park Jimin x Kim!Reader Type: 1/? (Mini-Series) Word Count: 1.8K Summary: Your shithead brother, Seokjin, is throwing his annual Valentine's Day party. You didn't want to go in the first place - and now his shithead friend, Jimin, is responsible for getting you there. Content: Smut (18+ - DON'T TEST ME, MINORS); Seokjin's younger sister AU; fuck buddies that hate each other; mean!Jimin; brat!Reader; spanking and one (1) pussy slap; degradation; v fingering; orgasm denial; ✨ t e n s i o n ✨ A/N: I've been marinating on this idea for a minute, so I figured why not try it on Valentine's Day with no prior warning? Jade chooses violence, always. I dedicate this to my wife, @jihopesjoint, because she deserves a Jimin fic for once, lmao. FYI Tumblr app eats the end of this fic if I add a “read more” cut so I had to take it off :( Tagging: @borahae-k @i-purple-buff-bunni @pamzn @myimaginationsrunningwild @nonbinary-demonbrat @mgthecat @btschimeyplanet @jaejoontrashpanda @taebaelove @cyanide-mustard @xjoonchildx @jkoofier (couldn't tag)

“Stop gawking.”  

Your tone was flat, and your eyes were fixated on your own reflection as you fussed with your eyeliner. It had been made abundantly clear to Seokjin that you wanted nothing to do with this party, but your brother never listened. It’s tradition, he’d whined, the reservation has already been made.  

“I mean it. Fuck off.” 

You broke the eye contact you’d been maintaining with yourself and glanced over your reflection’s shoulder. Standing and smirking near the door, Park Jimin cocked his head to the side. 

Far and away the worst of your brother’s friends, you added Jimin’s presence in your life to the long list of grievances you held against Seokjin. Other notable entries on that list were: Seokjin shirking off his promise to drive you to the club; asking Jimin to sub in on his behalf; and failing to inform you of the lineup change because he knew you'd kill him with advanced notice.  

On Jimin’s list of infractions — among many, many other things — was his refusal to let you finish getting ready at home. He was insufferable and impatient, but he was your last resort. Knowing this, he'd forced you to hurriedly pack up your cosmetics, which meant you had to finish applying them in the club’s green room.

That motherfucker. 

“Are they uneven on purpose?” Jimin scrunched up his nose in feigned confusion, gesturing back and forth between your black wings.  

You glanced at him briefly before returning your gaze to the task at hand. “Is there really nothing better you could be doing right now? Laying down in the middle of an intersection, perhaps?” 

“Here I was, thinking you’d be grateful for the attention. This is your second consecutive Valentine’s Day alone, isn’t it? Poor girl.” Jimin cooed.

When you didn’t turn to acknowledge him the way he expected, you heard footfalls approaching ominously from behind.  

“Attention’s what you want, isn’t it? Looking downright desperate in this fucking dress.” Jimin’s palm collided harshly with your ass cheek through the fabric of that fucking dress, fingers digging in and daring you to bruise.

He should’ve known by now what you could and couldn’t take; but if he’d somehow forgotten, your lack of reaction would serve as a necessary reminder. After all, not far from his grip was the bite mark he’d left you with last week. 

What is this — amateur hour? 

Your bored expression — blinking idly back at him in the mirror — incensed him and you knew it. Jimin’s frustration with you was palpable, never-ending, and wholly reciprocated. It vibrated off him, echoed off you, and trapped you in a perpetual fever pitch. It'd been like this for months, and you got the feeling that it’d stay this way until one of you cracked and tapped out. 

It sure as shit won't be me.

Eventually, his hand left you. Jimin himself, however, did not. He stayed put behind you and said nothing; simply watching in silence as you smoked out your lower lash-line with deep, matte brown. His expression was indecipherable, but undeniably focused.

You wondered if part of him relished moments like this. If — in the rare quiet where you weren’t fighting or fucking — he felt at peace. He certainly looked that way, but not for long.

You never let the dust settle, though; never let him get too comfortable, or think he was truly welcomed. You ruined it with pleasure, always, by opening your mouth and saying something sharp.  

Then, he’d do or say something cruel in response with the sole purpose of pissing you off. And then that toxic carousel would keep on turning. Around and around and around you went, each silently satisfied that the other was still spinning, too. 

Finally allowing Jimin to know that you’d caught him staring, you rolled your eyes. “How about, instead of leering at me, you go find Seokjin and make unsolicited observations about his love life? There’s plenty wrong there to keep you occupied.” 

He smirked, just slightly, still refusing to acknowledge the fact that he liked your sense of humor.  

“Or —” You drawled, painting your lashes black with mascara. “You could find someone to fuck that actually enjoys your presence. Statistically speaking, there has to be somebody for you.” 

When he turned on his heel and headed for the door, you expected that he was storming off. You didn’t look up, unaffected by his near-constant theatrics. That boy was entirely too dramatic, and if the one thing he wanted was your attention, he wasn’t going to get it.  

But instead of hearing the door fly open and then slam shut, you heard the lock engage. The faint, metallic click from across the room sent your heart into the seat of your throat. Soon enough, he was pressed against the back of you, hot breath causing your pulse to sprint. 

Jimin plucked the tube of mascara from your fingers, earning a glare. “This isn’t waterproof, is it?” he asked with a frown, eyes scanning the label. They flicked up to you and saw the unasked question on the tip of your tongue.  

“Because I’m going to make you cry.” His tone was matter of fact as his rough hand slid up the length of your spine to the space between your shoulders. Pinned with your cheek pressed into the countertop, you gasped. You immediately regretted that small concession. 

You couldn’t see Jimin's expression, but you knew without a doubt that he was sneering. He quickly gathered the short length of your dress in one hand, which he held tight at the small of your back. Even more harshly, his hands grabbed at the waistband of your thong. He dragged it down in one swift movement, well-practiced but never gentle.

The force of it all caused your cheekbone to dig harder into the countertop. You winced as it smarted, but inwardly, you loved it. Jimin would never hear you say as much, though.

Your underwear dropped unceremoniously around your ankles, leaving your center completely exposed and on-display. A loud smack erupted as his hand collided with the previously corrupted skin of your ass, undoubtedly leaving a fully formed handprint where he’d struck you. You hissed through gritted teeth, but the sting was quickly muted when he grabbed a handful of your delicate cheek, fingertips pinching hard. 

When he spanked you again, it wasn’t on the doughy flesh of your ass; it was your unsuspecting, already-aching cunt. Your mouth fell open and a whimper tumbled out. To your dismay, he removed his hand quickly and held it in front of your face.

“Do you see how fucking wet you are?” Jimin scoffed with fluorescent light glinting off his slicked fingers. “Already a mess, and I’ve barely touched you. You’re pathetic — you know that, right?” 

You mumbled your reply, but with your cheek pressed hard against the counter, you knew it was incomprehensible. He cocked his head once more in that arrogant, impossible way he always did. 

“Didn’t catch that, princess,” he said dryly. His hand spread under your jaw and gave you no choice but to look at him. “One more time, with feeling.” 

Insolence building in the pit of your stomach, you narrowed your eyes at him. Loud and clear, you bit back, “I said, you’re right. You’ve barely touched me, princess.” 

Judging by his flushed face, you had him feral. Good.  

Jimin grabbed your wrists and pulled you flush against his chest. One arm slid under yours, crossed diagonally across your heaving chest, and gripped the strap of your dress. His hold forced you up on your tiptoes, while his other hand forced your legs further apart. 

“Such a fucking brat,” Jimin growled against your neck, teeth then nipping at the sensitive spot behind your ear. There was a brief flicker of amusement in his darkened eyes when your low moan escaped you. It quickly dissolved into involuntary mewling as his tongue flicked out to spread its heat over the marks he’d left there. “You want to be punished so badly, but I don’t think you can take it.” 

Your voice was breathy, weightless, but there was unwavering defiance in your words. “Try me.” 

Jimin had no choice but to respond to your challenge by dragging his fingers down the soft skin of your pelvis; the coolness of his rings left goosebumps in their wake. As his middle finger dipped down to your clit, you willed your knees not to buckle.  

“Eyes up,” He ordered, his laser-focused stare ricocheting off the mirror to you. When you rolled them instead, he pushed his long digit into you without warning. You jolted, wavering on your tiptoes for a moment until you were steadied by the forearm across your torso. “Eyes up.” 

You blinked, stunned, at your reflection. The hand gripping the strap of your dress dropped to the already hardened nipples peaking through the thin fabric above them. It was impossible to focus on the way he pinched at each of them, or the way he rolled them between his thumb and index finger, because his middle finger was curling against the spongy spot inside of you at an unforgiving pace. 

“You’ll need more than one if you intend to take all of me,” Jimin hummed deviously in your ear. “Have you earned two?” 

You nodded, turning to putty in his hands as he continued to abuse your g-spot. 

“Stupid girl,” Jimin clicked his tongue, then ordered, “Speak.” 

“Give it to me,” You spat, though the fight left you as soon as his ring finger slid into your weeping hole. It worked in tandem with his middle finger, scissoring and stretching you open. And then that goddamn thumb pushed hard into your clit, flicking at it cruelly.  

You were teetering on the edge of oblivion with white hot heat building in your core, and pleasured tears welling up in your eyes; but you were relentlessly bold. “Harder.” 

Jimin smirked as you rutted your hips against his hand. He let out another dry, damning laugh, and then he did the unforgiveable: He pulled his digits out of you mere moments before your orgasm could crash over you like a wave.  

You scowled at him through the mirror, but you were thankful he couldn’t see the way your hammering heart dropped dead on the floor of your chest.  

“I hate you,” You seethed, panting. “Fucking menace.”

Jimin placed a chaste kiss on your temple, in total juxtaposition to how roughly you normally treated each other. “If I recall correctly, you told me to fuck off,” He murmured against your skin. The hand that abandoned you whispered down the length of your neck, then disappeared off the slope of your shoulder. “So, I’m off.”

When he sauntered over to the door, you were too furious to say anything. In fact, your jaw was clenched tightly enough to crack teeth. It only got worse when he called out over his shoulder with a lazy wave of his hand, “Fix your face. I warned you about that mascara.”

In Real Life • pt2

-> Being transported into a fanfic is not exactly Jimin's ideal type of weekend, especially not right after you rejected his attempt to ask you out. Now the two of you will have to help the author write a happy ending if you ever wanna make it back to real life. Can he write a happy ending with you too?

This will not make sense unless you read part 1.

Main pairing: gamer boy!jimin x fem!creative writing major!reader

Genre/au: trapped in a fanfic!au, enemies to friends to lovers, low-key love triangle, sports!au (archery), college!au, a good amount of fluff, a poor attempt at humor, some angst, inspired by Teen Beach Movie and Extraordinary You

Warnings: breaking the fourth wall sorta / pov changes, Jimin being a sweetheart bc I can't write him any other way, themes of depression and anxiety, police arrest, alcohol, kissing, mentions of attempted drugging/drugs, some blood and injury, fighting/yelling, swearing, giving the middle finger, some mild making out

Wc: 16K

Disclaimer: this is not meant to represent all fanfiction and I'm not implying that all fanfic writers or readers only engage in fanfiction to escape reality. it's just for the sake of the story.

💿 the author - Luz :: more of you - JP Saxe :: main character - Zach Hood

a/n: here is part 2! I hope y'all enjoy the ending as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks, everyone, for the support and love for this little story 🥺 I had a blast taking on this different kind of au and I'm grateful for everyone who decided to give it a chance ❤️❤️

Feel free to send an ask if you wanna chat with any of my characters :)

Not that you've ever been one for parties, but this one is particularly obnoxious. Loud and, yes, there's alcohol. Red solo cups galore. An in-home speaker system that will be blown after tonight, and a kitchen sink already glazed in jello and stomach acid. 

The main living area is larger than you expected, plenty of space for dancing with the furniture pushed out of the way. 

Jungkook taps your hand around his arm and shouts over the music. "Wanna dance?" 

"I need a drink first. Do you mind finding me a beer?" 

"Anything for you," he winks, holding onto your hand until the last moment and he heads for the kitchen. 

Okay, that was kinda cute but you're not here for that. Don't think about that. 

Your Name has yet to let go of Jimin's hand. She seems excited to be here, but it's clear that she's more excited to be here with Jimin. 

"Will there be games later?" She holds up his hand held tightly in hers. "I claim Jimin on my team!" 

He laughs politely and agrees to be on her team if there happens to be a game with teams. To be honest, it'd be impossible to not be on a team together with the way she's hovering around him the whole night. 

Every time you turn around, she's pressed to his side, holding his hand, looking over his shoulder, dragging him across the house to see something. You can't even catch his gaze because he's too busy trying to keep up with her and keep her engaged. 

Your Name sure is high maintenance, huh. 

It's more annoying than you're willing to admit. But the real problem is that you don't have a chance to discuss a new plan since the costume change didn't have the desired effect you were hoping for. You'll have to think of a new plan on your own. 

After the third drink Jungkook so graciously brought over, you feel loose enough to spend a few songs on the dance floor. Your mind is still anxious in such a loud crowd, but at least the alcohol has reached your body. 

Your movements are stiff compared to the NPCs throwing it back all around you. Did the author have to make all the extras so freaking extra? No average college student is this good at twerking or even likes it that much. 

The song calls for a free spirit, so you give it the best you've got and try to at least look like you're enjoying yourself. 

"Relax," Jungkook insists with a friendly smile. "Open your fingers." 

You hadn't even noticed your fists. They must have formed when you saw Your Name and Jimin giggling in the corner like teenagers. The conversation flows easily, lips constantly moving, eyes locked on each other. 

You're the one who set them up, but he doesn't have to look like he's enjoying himself so much. 

She leans into him on her tiptoes and whispers into his ear, purposely pressing her chest against his chest. 

"Bitch." 

"What'd you say?" 

"Huh?" You give Jungkook an attempted smile. "Nothing, sorry." 

Jungkook offers to take your hand, never once dancing too close or touching you without permission. He gestures to the back door of the house, silently asking if you wanna get away from the crowds for a second. 

"I wanna show you something." 

The backyard is large. Thankfully vacant. You can breathe out here easily with the cool night air flowing in and out of your lungs. 

There's a short wall built with cinder blocks a few yards from the house. It stops rather suddenly on one side, as if the building of the wall simply stopped existing. An incomplete idea. Perhaps the author started this bit but decided to cut it from the story. A deleted scene. 

"I like this spot," Jungkook tells you as the two of you sit on the wall, legs dangling. "I feel good being out here. Easier to think." 

It's definitely clearer out here. There's stars twinkling in the sky. But it's kinda weird to be focusing on fictional stars when the boy next to you is giving off the vibe that he's about to spill his fictional soul. 

"How long have you liked him?" 

Okay, not what you were expecting. You look at him with silent lips and wide eyes. 

"Oh come on." He rolls his eyes. "It's so obvious." 

"Nothing is obvious," you refute, heart beating anxiously faster. 

"I can tell by…" Jungkook purses his lips, picking at the weeds growing between the cracks in the wall, "...the way you look at him." 

He doesn't have to say Jimin's name. You both understand the context and what it means. 

"I don't look at him." 

"You haven't stopped looking at him since we picked you girls up at the dorm." 

Even dancing together, he noticed. Jungkook is much more observant than you were expecting. For a fanfic character, at least. Just as you recalled earlier, his main character glow is all but dissipated. When he looks at you, he's just a dude. He's way more real now than he was the last time you spoke one on one. 

What happened between then and now? 

"I'm sorry." 

"For what? Liking a guy?" 

"Staring at someone else when I'm supposed to be here with you." 

"Yeah, you're super rude, you know that?" He snickers when your jaw drops in offense. "But your apology is accepted." 

"Gee, thanks." 

Jungkook sighs, leaning back on his hands and looking towards the sky again. A shooting star passes by but you aren't sure he recognizes what it means since he doesn't mention making a wish. Does he not know how to make a wish? Or maybe he doesn't have anything he really wants to wish for. 

"You know why I like you, ___?" 

The suddenness of his question keeps your lips shut in feigned ignorance and legit embarrassment. 

"Because you know." 

"I know what?" 

"That none of this is real." 

He said it so casually. It must be an idiom or metaphor of some kind, obviously. There's no way he could possibly know he's in a fanfiction. For one, it's insane that you're in a fanfic, let alone that one of the characters would be self-aware. 

He suddenly throws his head back and belly laughs, sitting up and holding his stomach as his giggles persist. 

"You should see your face! Oh man," he wipes away a threatening tear from laughing so hard, "did you think I didn't know?" 

"I…" You're not sure what to say. Not like you can refute it when he clearly isn't joking. "How did you find out?" 

"I had my suspicions. But after I met you the pieces started to come together. Do you remember when your shirt got soaked at the tournament and we talked on that bench?" 

"Yeah." How could you forget being so embarrassed. 

"It was a small moment, but do you remember when I brushed your hair out of your face?" 

"Sure, I remember." 

"Time didn't slow for you either, did it?" 

Actually, you did think it was weird, but you also just brushed it off as a fluke or something, because up until now, slow-mo moments only happen when you're with Jimin. So you thought it was a situational thing. 

Wait. This means you're not the only one who experiences them. Which means…has Jimin been seeing them too? This whole time? Or even worse….he hasn't been seeing them at all? 

The corner of Jungkook's lips smirk when he sees the realization shine in your eyes. 

"Until I met you, I'd never met a girl that I couldn't slow down time for. It's always been like that. I got so used to it that when it didn't happen, I admit, you caught me off guard. But it got me thinking." 

"Thinking about what?" 

"That…you were different somehow. So, I started actually looking around. At the trees. At the people. Something didn't feel right. Did you know that no matter what I do, I'll always hit the center of the bull's eye? I can't not be a perfect archer. I always win even if I try to lose. And look," he uses his fingernails and pinches his skin, so hard your instinct to make him stop kicks in because he's going to start bleeding. But when he pulls his fingers away, his skin isn't harmed at all. Not a scar, not a drop of blood, not a mark at all. "I can't be physically imperfect."

You haven't been giving Jungkook enough credit. He's not a reader insert like Your Name, so it makes sense he would be more well-rounded and developed, but still, you weren't expecting him to deduct his own fake universe. 

He scoots a little closer, but you don't mind. "Can I ask you something?" 

"Sure." 

"You're not from here, are you?" 

"No," you answer honestly. 

"Where are you from?" 

Should you really be talking about this with him? You have a feeling this is going to lead to something very dangerous. This conversation could result in you never being able to leave, and then what would Jimin think of you? 

But you feel bad for Jungkook. He didn't ask to be a fanfic character anymore than you asked to be born. Trials and unfairness are just as much part of his story as they are yours. If someone had the answer to the universe, you would want them to tell you too. 

While trying to construct an explanation, you point to the sky, where the shooting star passed by. 

"You're an alien?" 

"Something like that." 

"Okay," he gives a little smile and it makes you feel better somehow, "so what are you doing in this world, little alien?" 

You blush at the nickname. "It's difficult to explain. I'm not sure you can understand." 

Jungkook turns to face you on the wall. He looks so much more okay with this conversation than you are, which is weird because he's the one discovering his very existence is basically a lie. 

"Try me." 

Looking directly into his eyes for possibly the first time and seeing who he actually is causes your heart to skip a beat. Put aside the fact that he looks like your real life celebrity crush, Jungkook is a genuine character, and you feel bad for trying to manipulate his storyline when what he wants is clearly different from the author's plan. 

"I'm here to make sure you're happy." Not just so you can leave, but because he deserves it. 

"Are you my guardian angel or something? You're here to make sure I'm happy." 

"With Your Name," you clarify. 

"Why her?" 

"Because you're destined to be together. And I'm here to make sure that you fulfill that destiny." 

"But she's," he searches for the right words, "not like you." 

"No, she's not." 

"Is Jimin like you? Is he from your world?" 

"Yes." 

"I thought so." 

After a mere few meetings, Jungkook had already determined Jimin's existence as well. He's amazingly intuitive. How is this in-depth, clever character reduced to a hot jock with girl trophies? Just looking at his thoughtful expression, you can tell he's so much more than that. The author doesn't even realize what she's created, who she's written, does she?

Jungkook looks into your eyes, captivating you with a single gaze. And then they start to tear up, but he remains unembarrassed and vulnerable. There's an ache in your chest. 

"I'm not really happy. It feels like I'm a pawn or something in the grand scheme of things. I pretend to be what everyone wants me to be, and sometimes I genuinely enjoy it, but most of the time I feel empty. Like what I'm doing isn't really making a difference." 

"But you're the captain of the archery team. The main character. Everyone loves you." 

"I'm just filling space. Don't think anyone would notice if I was gone." 

The happiest people are sometimes the best actors. 

"How long have you wished someone would notice that you're not okay?" 

"A while." 

"I notice you." You take his hand, scoot a little closer so your knees are touching and he can hear when your voice inevitably breaks. "It's okay to not be okay. Depressing thoughts are normal. I have them too sometimes. But you're not just filling space, you're so important to this world. And you don't even realize how important you are to me. Your stories have helped me get through some of the toughest times of my life, times when I felt like just a pawn filling space. You've made me so happy and I've met so many amazing friends thanks to you. You're not a pawn, you're a pivotal part of so many people's lives. Including mine. Maybe you don't see that now but I hope you see it one day." 

He's really pretty when he cries, as expected. You feel his hand squeeze around yours, then he pushes the corners of his lips upward again. But you wish he would let them be sad for a little longer because he looks like he needs that. Old habits are hard to fix, but there's a change of view happening in his mind, you can see it. 

"I really like you, ___. You're a good person." 

"You are too." 

"Can I hug you?" 

Without a pause, you lean forward and wrap your arms around his neck. His face falls into your shoulder, a sniffle or two muffled by your sweatshirt. It's a much-needed hug on both your parts, one that helps settle the intense emotion in the air. 

You look at the stars when he pulls away, but Jungkook can't take his eyes off you. 

"Miss home, my little alien?" 

"Yeah." 

"Once I fulfill my destiny of being with Your Name, you get to go home?" 

"Basically." You shrug. "But she's pretty much fallen in love with Jimin at this point. I don't know what to do anymore." 

He stands and claps his hands, drying any evidence of tears with his sleeve. "Alright, then let's go." 

"Where?" 

"You've helped me more than you'll ever know. Now, I'm gonna help you get back home. I'm on your side, ___." 

And when you take his hand, he begins to glow. A dim but noticeable glowing aura from his head to his feet indicating he's a main character. He knows it's there now, even pointing at the grass where he steps just in case you missed the subtle glow left behind. But you could never miss it. Jungkook has always shined in your eyes. 

The two of you approach the house. 

"I need to find Jimin first." 

"Whatever you need. I'm here for you." 

Unbelievable. Even now, fanfic guys are setting your standards unrealistically high. Maybe you should just accept it already. They’re unrealistic for a reason. 

Once inside, you check around the main living area for Jimin, finding him pressed to a wall, trying to catch his breath. He's alone. Good. 

Jungkook says he'll go look for Your Name, so you have a chance to talk to Jimin. You're not sure what he plans on doing, but he's given you enough reason to trust him. 

Jimin sees you approaching him and moves further into the corner of the wall. Turning away from the crowd so you two can talk in semi-privacy. 

"How's it going?" He can't hear you over the speakers at first, so you take a step closer to him and repeat. "How are things going?" 

"Awkward," he replies while leaning in as well. "What about you?" 

"I need to talk to you about the plan. Things have…changed." 

He nods in agreement. Something must have happened between him and Your Name while you and Jungkook were having a heart to heart. But whatever it was, it doesn't matter now that Jungkook is self-aware. 

"Yeah, I need to talk to you too. We only have a few minutes before Your Name comes back from the bathroom, but we were talking earlier and she said—" 

"Dump Your Name." 

He blinks. "Wait, what?" 

"You have to dump her. Break her heart." 

"I thought you wanted me to go to the party with her." 

"I did, and now that we got Your Name and Jungkook in the same place, you can break up with her." 

He has every right to be confused. This is not the costume change plan that you two had originally agreed on. If you were going to ask him to break up with her anyway, why did you set them up together in the first place? 

"When you dump her she'll have to go to someone else. I'll make sure Jungkook is there." 

But Jimin is hesitant. "I don't think that's going to work…" 

"Trust me." 

"I'm sure there's another way to get them together without hurting one of them. Let's just think about this for longer." 

"We're running out of time," you insist because it's the truth, and Jimin is wasting what little time you have by questioning your plans. "We need to do something now." 

"I've never broken up with someone before, let alone a fanfic character." He licks his lips nervously. "What do I even say?" 

"Just say you're not interested in her like that or something. Friend zone her." 

"Can't we think of literally anything else? Let Jungkook save her from something, isn't that a trope?" 

Fine, you'll think about it for a few seconds for his sake. Breaking up with people is an uncomfortable experience and you get that. But it's the most direct way to discourage Your Name's feelings from getting any deeper. 

"What if you," the first thing that comes to mind comes out of your mouth, "slip something in her drink and Jungkook saves her?" 

"The fuck did you just say?" 

"You suggested it." 

"I'm not going to drug Your Name! That's terrible!" Jimin rebukes you, offended you would even suggest something like that. "And we don't know how Jungkook would even react to that." 

"We're running out of options here, Jimin! You have to do something." 

"Why do I always have to be the one doing something? Why don't you drug her?" 

"I can't drug a girl!" 

"So now you're asking me to do things that you're not willing to do?" 

"That's not what I meant," you say with a roll of your eyes. This is a pointless argument and waste of time. 

"Really, cuz all you've done since we got here is tell me to do things that ultimately made Your Name fall for the wrong guy, and now I'm stuck with a fanfic girl on my arm and you're not willing to do shit." 

"Oh my god, Jimin, if you would just listen for two seconds. Jungkook knows that–" 

Your explanation is interrupted by an arm landing across Jimin's shoulders, causing the poor boy to flinch widely and your voice to get caught in your throat. The stranger is completely sober, clearly with no boundaries to speak of. 

A background character is here to introduce the next scene. At the most inconvenient time, might you add. 

"The party is getting together to play Spin the Bottle. Wanna join the fun?" he asks with an excited bob of his head. 

That's probably where Jungkook and Your Name are headed now and where the next plot development will happen. You're nervous. Spin the Bottle games rarely ever end well in fanfics. And with Jimin being as upset as he is, you don't feel like you can count on him to help you guide the scene if necessary. 

At least Jungkook will be there. You find some confidence in that. 

"Sure," you reply politely, "we'll be there in a sec."

"Great! Do either of you want the first spin?" 

"Jimin will do it." 

"Dope! Let's go then!" The NPC cheers and walks away, gesturing for you to follow him with a large wave of his arm. 

Jimin turns back to you and scoffs, "Un-fucking-believable." 

"This is a good opportunity for you to break things off with Your Name." 

"You weren't even listening to me, were you?" 

Of course you were, but the fact of the matter is that you're both going to have to sacrifice some discomfort in order to get out of here. Jimin is being selfish. 

"Forget it," Jimin gives up and slips past your shoulder, mumbling under his breath, "you only care about getting out of here anyway." 

:: 

Jungkook is already in the circle, sitting next to Your Name. His attention is stolen by your entrance, but even more so by Jimin's silence as he sits on the opposite end of the circle, not a glance in your direction even after you say his name. 

You sit on the other side of Jungkook with a heavy sigh. 

He leans into your ear. "What happened?" 

"Jimin is a stubborn brat, that's what happened. He refuses to break up with Your Name because he's a coward." 

The unpleasant frustration can be felt coming off your body all the way around the circle. It's probably a good thing that only the four of you are actually conscious characters. Although Your Name is smiling as innocent as ever, oblivious to her current situation and perfectly content in that ignorance. 

Jimin gets the first spin, as much as he doesn't want it. 

The bottle spins and spins. 

And then it lands on you. 

"Can I get a mulligan?" 

No one objects, so he spins the bottle again. 

And again, it lands on you. 

"Seriously?" Jimin asks the ceiling. 

"I'll kiss him if ___ doesn't want to!" Your Name immediately volunteers as tribute. 

All of a sudden, you're nervous for a whole different reason. You don't know Jimin well enough to speculate what he would do in this type of situation. This is the first time you've witnessed him openly aggravated, and the first time he hasn't jumped in to try and fix the situation. 

None of the NPCs have any qualms with Your Name taking your place, so you're not about to get help from them. They just want to see a kiss. 

But Jimin doesn't say anything either. He just looks at you with this expression that expects you to fix this. Like if you don't say something to stop what's happening, he'll actually do it. 

What the fuck is that face for!? He's the one who was flustered when the bottle originally landed on you, and now what? He's expecting you to offer to kiss him just so that he won't have to kiss Your Name? 

The longer you stay silent, the higher his eyebrows raise. You haven't made such intense eye contact with him since your last slow-mo moment. 

Actually, the whole room is looking at you. Including Jungkook. 

"Well, if Jimin doesn't wanna kiss her, I will." 

You turn to Jungkook only to find him curiously tilting his head toward Your Name. She gasps and looks up at him, eyes wide and sparkling innocently. 

He smiles at her, a safe, entrancing smile. "How about it, Your Name? Give me a kiss?" 

The whole circle ooo's and ahhh's at the popular boy, a chorus of giggles and chants under their breath. 

She seems unsure, but when Jungkook refuses to lean in or touch her until she speaks, she uncrosses her legs and sits up a little straighter. When Jungkook's eyes drop to her lips, her eyes close and she waits for his lead. 

His hand cups her face tenderly, titling her neck just enough so he can slot their lips together. It's not a teen rated kiss in any sense. He's actually going for it, as if his sole mission is to make her obsessed. 

To the right. Then he's twisting his head to the left. One hand on her jawline and now two hands, guiding the kiss expertly and passionately. A slight break away to catch a breath, a brush of his lips, and then he's pressing in again for one last taste. Your Name is a fucking goner. 

Sure enough, when Jungkook ends the kiss and pulls away, her eyes remain closed for several seconds, lips slightly parted, hands gripping his shirt at his sides for balance. 

Her eyelids open in slow-mo as Jungkook comes into focus. Immediately, her heart races, lost in the rhythm of his freckles and the hypnotic gentleness of his gaze. She's completely under his spell and lost in the slow-mo, and there's no going back. 

"Jungkook…" 

"If the bottle lands on you, don't kiss anyone else but me. Okay?" 

"Okay." 

The two settle back into their spots, Your Name unable to cool her cheeks, and Jungkook gives you a side glance. His hand lightly pats your knee to let you know everything is okay, despite the murmurs in the crowd and Jimin's unhelpful silence. 

But everything is not okay. 

Jungkook did that because he knows you can't go home unless he fulfills his destiny of being with Your Name as the main male character. He did that so Your Name wouldn't kiss Jimin. He did it for you. 

Jungkook didn't want to kiss her. 

And that makes you angry. 

Before the bottle can be spun again, you stand and storm out of the room, through the back door, and into the backyard. 

Stomping several paces from the house, where you have ample space to scream at the sky. 

"What the hell was that, author!? Making the bottle land on me, are you serious? If you want Your Name and Jungkook to be together so badly, maybe you should do your fucking job as the fucking author and actually write it your-fucking-self! I'm done. Okay? Just get me out of here, please! Your Name got her fanfic kiss with Jungkook, isn't that enough? Why am I still here!?" 

"___." 

You whip around in surprise. 

He definitely heard. How could he not? It's now you realize there are tears falling down your face, so you quickly dry them. But now there's an obvious wet spot on your blue sweatshirt sleeve.

"Can we fight later, Jimin, please. I can't handle anything else right now." 

But he doesn't say anything. His whole body sinks into itself with every step he takes, until he's standing next to you. There's nothing to read on his face save for a hint of familiar frustration in his eyes. 

He looks to the sky, throws a middle finger in the air, and shouts at the top of his lungs. 

"Hey, author! Fuck you!" 

Any sign of a main character glow immediately disappears, but he's so beautiful in your sight right now, like an angel. There's no slow-mo, but this moment will stick in your memory forever. 

You lift a middle finger to the sky too, right next to his. 

"Fuck you, author!!" 

"Eat shit!" 

"Suck ass!" 

"Your writing is trash!" 

"Oh, good one." 

"It just felt right, you know?" 

Two minutes ago, you thought it would be days before you could genuinely laugh again. Yet, here you are. He made you laugh with a few curse words and already you can feel your heart brightening. 

When he's done flipping off the author – rude, by the way – he slips his hands into his front pockets and sighs in content. 

"That feels better." 

It really does. Who knew cursing at the sky could be so therapeutic? 

"Thank you." 

"Don't mention it." He checks your cheeks to find they're dry now and smiles to himself. "I needed it too." 

You face him, earnestly searching for his gaze so you can lock eyes, so he can know what you're about to say is genuine. 

"I really don't want to fight with you, Jimin." 

He faces you as well, an unsure hand reaching out and then retreating. "I don't wanna fight either." 

"I shouldn't have pressured you into taking Your Name to the party and I should have said something during the game. I'm sorry, I put you in a really tough position and then didn’t do anything to help.” 

"Apology accepted." If he knew that you want a hug just as much as he does right now, he might have offered. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. We're supposed to be a team, but I haven't been very direct with my feelings lately." 

"No, I'm the one who hasn't been very considerate of your feelings to be honest." 

He shakes his head. “From now on, just ask for my help instead of telling me what to do. Then maybe we won't end up in any more love triangles." 

"Well…" your cheeks heat up at the prospect of what you're about to confess, "it's not really a triangle." 

Jimin's brow furrows, a cute tilt to his head. "What do you mean?" 

Low-key you wonder if you should prepare your heart for a slow-mo moment, but you can't seem to get your thoughts away from his nose. It's so boop-able, kissable, and smooth. If you stare at it instead of his round, gorgeous brown eyes, maybe you can manage this without hiccupping. 

"Because I like you." And then a horrible thought comes to mind. "Do you still like me?

"Damn it, ___. You have to rub your knees together when you say that?" 

"Huh?" Oh god, you didn't even realize you were doing that! 

Your ankles cross over one another, the sudden urge to squat and hide yourself is immensely strong. But the urge to watch Jimin throw his head back and laugh like a little kid wins this battle. 

Your smile is involuntary and unstoppable. 

His fingers squish your cheeks so your lips purse together. "I could kiss you like this." 

"Pwease dwon't." 

"Why not?" 

You grab his wrist and remove his hand so you can speak normally. 

"I'd rather kiss you like this…" 

You don't have to get on your tiptoes because he meets you half-way down, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close enough to feel his body warmth through his clothes. 

Growing up, thinking about your first kiss, it always seemed…anxious. Overwhelming. Sometimes scary. But his kiss isn't like that at all. 

His kiss is good. In the purest definition of good. 

He's good to you in the way he supports your back, fingers sprawled across the curve of your spine as it arches more and more to match the curve of his body. Good to you in the way he follows the natural fluidity of your movements, the push and pull of your lips, tease of your tongue. Good in the way that he lets you pull back and catch your breath, softly brushing your cheek, and letting you start the kiss again when you're ready. 

Your arms slowly link around his neck, bringing his mouth back to yours. It doesn't pick up the pace, because he doesn't push it. He doesn't need to. The two of you settle into the kiss lovingly, peacefully. As if it's the most natural thing to do of which you've ever done. 

He rests his forehead against yours, a nose nuzzle and another peck on the lips just for good measure. 

You give him a mischievous smile. "Oppa…" 

"You're so weird." A gasp from your lungs when he jerks your hips forward, whispering breathlessly against your lips, "...say it again, I dare you." 

C R A S H!! 

Both of you startle where you stand, Jimin instinctively tightening his arms around you when you jump in his grasp. Lights flash inside the house, the sound of glass shattering and people starting to yell violently. 

The look you share confirms that dreadful drop in your gut, the one that happens when something is very very wrong. 

Hand in hand, the two of you run back to the house and burst inside the back door. 

There, in the living room, Jungkook is rolling around the floor in a pile of shattered beer bottles, struggling against the grip of some random background character. He manages to get on top, landing a solid punch across the NPC's jaw before being pushed over. 

The brawl happens fast and before there's time to register, Jungkook is underneath taking an equally harsh punch to his eye. 

Without thinking, Your Name jumps in and tries to grab the NPC by the back to pull him off. 

"Stop it! Stop fighting! Let him go!" 

He turns around and throws his arm into the air to shake her off, his elbow slamming her on the cheek bone and sending her flying back. 

"Your Name!" You run to pull her away from the fight. 

Being the male lead that he is, Jungkook doesn't back down. If anything, when he catches a glimpse of Your Name protected by your hug and holding her bruised face, he gets angrier. 

He shoves the background character off his hips enough to free his legs, then kicks him right in the gut. This buys him time to stand and get ready to charge, but he's stopped by a pair of arms under his shoulders. 

"Dude! Dude, cut it out! What are you doing!?" Jimin holds Jungkook back best he can while the NPC coughs and gasps for air. 

"He drugged Your Name!" Jungkook justifies in rage, "I saw it! I saw him!" 

You gently look at Your Name, still holding her close. "Is that true?" 

She nods. On the floor, amidst the broken bottles and blood stains in the carpet, is a red solo cup with 'Your Name' written on it in black Sharpie. 

You don't have to say anything. Jimin understands with a single look. 

The NPC stands to his feet and wipes the subtle red from his jaw. No lines, no apologies, no reason. He just did what the scene called for. The plot needed to develop and no main character was making it happen. 

The guy chuckles, rather menacingly for a character without so much as a name. Jungkook tries to rush at him again, but Jimin holds him back. 

"I'm fine, please don't fight," Your Name begs weakly, hissing at any movement of her cheek. 

But even the pleas of the female lead are useless in this fight scene. With no one holding the NPC back, he charges Jungkook, winding up his fist for a knock-out. 

Jimin throws Jungkook out of the way, but ends up in the direct line of fire. 

Your whole body tenses as if you were just hit, a rushing surge of sympathetic pain in your lips and nose. 

"Jimin!" 

He drops to the ground, holding his face with his forehead pressed to the carpet, cursing into the floor. 

Jungkook gets payback by grabbing the guy's collar and shoving him towards the wall, falling picture frames and glass crushing under shoes. 

The NPC gulps, looking frightened for the first time. 

"That was my friend you just punched. Your sorry ass better be scared, you piece of–" 

The front door bursts open without warning, three uniforms rushing the scene and swiftly separating the brawl with skill and purpose. They shove both boys to the ground, the sound of sirens in the background and blue lights flashing outside. 

It all happens so fast. The next moment, they've got Jungkook and the background character in cuffs and are escorting them out of the house. You and Your Name follow from a distance to watch both boys be put in the back of police cars and driven away. 

Jimin joins you a few seconds later, mouth bleeding and eyes teary. 

You all stand in shock at what just happened, unsure of what to say or what to do next.

As soon as the blue lights are out of sight, Your Name collapses in your arms, completely unresponsive. 

:: 

"Are you sure you're okay?" 

"Yes, I'm sure. I passed out because I was overwhelmed, but I'm fine now," Your Name assures you for the hundredth time. "Please, I need to see him." 

Neither you nor Jimin feel great about bringing Your Name to the police station, but she's pretty much refused to be left behind. Despite being unconscious for almost fifteen minutes, she insists she's fine enough to enter a high-stress environment and talk to the guy who got into a bloody fist fight for her. 

Turns out the drink was in fact drugged, and if Your Name had taken even a sip, the effects would have rendered her drowsy, immobile, and practically defenseless. The idea is terrifying. Just to think if Jungkook hadn't been there…the reality of this situation feels way too scary to be in a fanfic. 

"Jimin," you look up at him with a trusting nod, "you should make the call." 

Your Name puts her hands together, rubbing them over and over, promising that she'll be okay as long as she's with you two. Her eyes are somehow still innocent after all that. As much as Jimin wants to defend that innocence, he knows the story can't progress any further until the two main characters see each other again. 

"You can come with us." 

:: 

The police station is scattered with characters that look much too menacing to be in a college!au. The author really did all she could to make this place as scary as possible. The air feels heavy, the room is small, and the multiple cells lining the back wall are not helping the ambiance. 

As soon as you step inside, you want to leave. The whole place is…anxiety-inducing. 

But you can't leave without Jungkook. 

There he is, in the center cell on the back wall, arms hanging through the bars and head sunk between his shoulders. 

Your Name calls out to him, and he lifts his head to find her, tired eyes immediately softening when they see her running across the station to get to him. He grips the bars and perks up to greet her. 

"Your Name, what are you doing here?" 

She nearly collapses on the cell door, hanging on like it's a cliff and all that's below her is a bottomless pit. Then her hands dramatically drag down the bars until they land on top of his fingers. 

"You idiot," she gasps at the sight of his eye, purple and split open with red from being pummeled, "what were you thinking?" 

"I could ask you the same thing. How could you turn your back on your drink like that? Pretty girls like you need to be more careful." 

Your Name quickly nods, ready to agree with anything and everything her savior says at this point. 

You watch the interaction from across the room with anxious eyes. Jimin slips his hand into yours with a little squeeze to get your attention. 

"I'm gonna talk to the police chief and see what it'll take to get him out." 

"Okay, sounds good." 

He starts to walk away, but then stops and turns around again, a raised brow and amused curve on his lips. 

"___." 

"Hm?" 

"You have to let go of my hand so I can go talk to the chief." 

The two of you stare at your hand still gripping his two fingers. Your grip just gets tighter each time you try to release it, completely unrelenting despite all your efforts to let him go. 

"Sorry." 

His amused expression doesn't last for long. All it takes is a tremble of your thumb for him to come back to you. All of his hand takes over yours, holding it to his chest while his other hand cups your chin. 

"Hey now, look at me," he whispers, lifting your chin, "what's wrong?" 

A loaded question, one you both know and don't know how to answer. Instead of an actual answer, your eyes drop slightly while the ache in your chest grows from holding your breath for too long. 

"Your lip bleeds when you talk," you mumble. 

He dries the blood with his sleeve. "It's okay." He kisses your cheek. "See? No blood." 

You don't see. But he does. And that will have to be enough for now. 

"Come here," he pulls you into a hug. "I know things are really fucked up right now, but we're gonna be alright. We'll figure it out. Together." 

He doesn't even know that Jungkook is self-aware, so he can say that. 

Jimin cups your face and makes you look up at him. "Am I wrong?" 

"No," you sniffle. "You're right." 

"That's right." He kisses your forehead and uses his thumbs to dry any remaining wetness under your eyes. "Think you can get Your Name to help me talk to the chief? He'll want to hear her side of what happened." 

You nod. 

So, Jimin heads over to the chief while you collect the required courage to do your part. Whatever happens, after tonight is a little later on, so there's no use worrying about it. But regardless of Jimin's assurance, the future terrifies you. 

Still, the only way you'll get out of this is by working together. Your Name and Jungkook deserve happy endings, so you'll do everything you can to make sure they have one. 

On the other hand, you have this sinking feeling in your chest that things aren't going to work out perfectly. Someone is going to have to give up something. Someone is going to have an unhappy ending. 

"Hey, Your Name, I think Jimin may need you to be a witness. Do you mind helping him convince the chief to let Jungkook go?" you ask upon approaching the cell. 

"Oh, right! Of course." She gives Jungkook's hand one last squeeze, a promise, "I'll be right back." 

His smile shows confidence in her, but perhaps she's been mistranslating it as affection. Because when you look in his eyes, they don't look like a guy in love. They look heavy with responsibility. She's a responsibility to him, someone he has to take care of whether he likes it or not. 

Should you regret telling him he's supposed to be with her? It's the only thing that's made him notice her, but at what cost? She may be the female lead, but he doesn't love her. 

"Hey." 

"Hey," he replies with a heavy sigh once Your Name is out of range, like a mask falling off his face. 

A black eye, multiple cuts, painful bruises, smudged blood on his knuckles, messy hair, and an overall exhausted gaze.

"You look like shit." 

At least Jungkook still has some humor left in him, enough for a short chuckle. "You should see the other guy." 

You're honestly a little scared to. He doesn't seem to be here, but you're kinda glad. Background character or whatever, he was violent and immoral. A brutal and unkind way of pushing the story along. 

"I can't believe the author did that." 

But while you're wrapping yourself in your arms and trying to block the image from your mind, Jungkook is relishing in it. 

"___, that was me," he says as if he almost doesn't believe it, hints of a smile of all things on his lips, "I did that." 

"You got hurt," you reply harshly. 

"That's the point! Look at this." He points to his eye and hand. "I'm bruised. I'm bleeding. That jackass made me bleed." 

"How can you be happy about this?" 

"Because for once in my life, I'm not perfect. I got hit. I got knocked around. Because I initiated the fight. That was me, that was my choice." 

It suddenly dawns on you that nothing Jungkook had done before was his choice. He was reacting to his surroundings, yeah, but on the basis of how the author intended him to. He's the main male lead, stereotypical and predictable, until you shattered his reality. And he started making decisions for himself. 

"I wasn't just filling space in that moment. I was protecting her." 

"I'm sure Your Name is very grateful," you reply sympathetically, "but don't you think getting into a fight was too much?" 

He just shrugs. "That's the risk anyone takes when they make the choice to protect someone." 

Of course, he would be brave, decent, moral, protective, and selfless. What kind of male lead isn't those things? He doesn't realize it, but even now, with a black eye and bloody knuckles, he's emitting perfect boyfriend energy. 

"I'm going to ask Your Name to be my girlfriend." 

"What?" You almost stutter because his declaration caught you so off guard. "But you don't like her." 

"No, not romantically." 

"Then...why?" 

His look says it all. No need to even put it into words. 

He's doing it for you, so you and Jimin can escape and go home. 

It's not fair that he be with her when he doesn't love her. Even for your sake. He won't be happy that way! Will it even work if he's not happy? The author said to give them a happy ending together, but how are you supposed to do that when one of them doesn't like the other one? 

"No," you squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, trying to think of what to say to change his mind, "that's not…no, Jungkook." 

"You can't go home until I'm with Your Name, right?" 

"Well…I guess. But you won't be ha–" 

"Then let me be with her." 

You glance over your shoulder to find Your Name and Jimin finishing up with the chief. He shakes Jimin's hand and offers Your Name a respectful bow before going through a large set of keys to find the one to Jungkook's cell. 

You quickly step closer, so you can lower your voice, one hand gripping tightly around the bar. 

"That's very valiant, but I can't let you for my sake." 

"Yes, you can," he refutes, his fingers lightly brushing yours around the bar, a playful pull on his lips. "Besides, I'm supposed to be with the hottest girl on campus. Once you go home, that'll be Your Name." 

"Jungkook—" 

"I don't get to be yours in this life, and I'm accepting that. But let me do this much for you. Please. At least, let me try." 

His eyes slowly fall to your lips, and it's now you realize that he's going to be the someone who gives something up. He's willingly offering up his happiness and desires for the sake of the fic. This boy who's just now discovering who he is outside of the author's authority is willing to give up everything for you, including his happiness. 

While you stare into his pair of perhaps the most selfless and pain-filled eyes, Your Name comes running over with tears in her own eyes. 

"This one, hurry!" she urges the chief, rubbing her hands together impatiently while he unlocks the cell. 

As soon as the door opens, Jungkook steps out in full preparation, arms open wide and legs squatting. Your Name launches herself into his embrace, feet lifting off the floor and face buried in his shoulder as he spins her around. 

Jimin comes to stand next to you and once again slips his hand into yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. The motion helps you breathe easier, but it does little for the heaviness you now carry on your chest. 

To everyone else, this scene has ended on a high note. 

But all you can see is the faux mask of happiness of the main male lead as he kisses the lips of a girl he doesn't love. 

:: 

You can't be concerned with sandwiches right now. 

"You need to eat," Jimin says, trying once more to make you take the deli from him, but you don't move from your spot. 

Up here on the monogram, at the tallest hill on the edge of campus, you can see the whole university. It looks so real. You have to remind yourself that it's not your school, as much as it looks like it. 

This is a fake world. These are fake characters. It doesn't matter what happens to them so long as you finish the wip with a happy ending. Jimin is all that matters. He's real. Jungkook isn't. 

So why does your heart ache so much? 

"Come on, I spent absolutely nothing on these sandwiches," he jests, "don't let my fictional meal swipes go to waste." 

"I'm not hungry." 

"You haven't eaten all day and you drank earlier. Please eat." 

No response. 

Jimin sighs beside you, the sandwich in his hand dropping into your lap. "Alright," he turns your shoulders to face him, "what's wrong? Talk to me." 

"I'm just thinking." 

"About what?" 

Too many things to mention. You need to tell Jimin about Jungkook's self-awareness, but there's something else in the dusty corners of your mind that has been fueling a difficult consideration since you got here. 

When you think about it, you want to know what Jimin thinks. What's his opinion? What does he believe in? 

"Do you think there's an author of real life?" 

"Like, God?" 

You shrug, picking at the Saran wrap around your sub. "Or maybe the universe or something else. Something somewhere that destined certain things to happen and other things to not happen." 

So, that's what's been on your mind lately. Jimin will admit, the thought has crossed his mind. How could it not, after all, he was transported into a fanfic. Anything could be true at this point. 

"And if there is?" 

"It's scary," you reply quietly, eyes lifting to see him. There's a fear behind them, something haunting. 

He scoots closer to you, takes your sandwich from your hands, and opens it for you. 

"What are you scared of?" 

"If things are predestined to happen, if they're going to happen no matter what, that means I don't have an influence. I don't have an impact. It doesn't matter what I do, I'll never change anything." 

"Isn't that a good thing?" He lifts the sandwich to your mouth so you take a bite and chew. "Doesn't matter how much you fuck life over, you can't ruin it." 

"I also can't save it," you swallow. "If I'm predestined to lose something then I'll lose it. If I'm meant to be a fuck up, then that's all I'll ever be." 

He stops, watching you carefully for a moment. There's no slow-mo, but Jimin feels the air around him thicken until it's hard to tell time from space. 

"Is that really what you think of yourself?" 

"Sometimes," you admit. "Sometimes I like myself. Other times…well, other times not so much."

He's not entirely sure what to say to that. Part of him just wants to hug you until it all goes away, squeeze all those thoughts out of your head. Kiss your lips until it forgets how to even form those words. 

"I like you all the time. Do you think that was predestined?" 

"I don't know." 

"If there is an author of the universe, they'd have to be pretty cruel to write so many horrible things into existence," Jimin comments, taking a bite of his own dinner and then feeding you another bite. 

"Yeah well, every story has to have an antagonist, right?” you say with your mouthful. 

Jimin uses his thumb to clean the crumb by your lip, and then licks it off his finger. "Yeah, but good wins in the end most of the time." 

"What about this time? I can't afford to believe that good doesn't win." 

It's unfair to make Jungkook live in unhappiness for your sake. Who cares if he's a fanfic character, a made up person, a fantasy. You can't let his story be a tragedy. 

Jimin leans forward and kisses your forehead, lingering there for a moment, until all the bad thoughts are replaced by good things. 

"Good wins." 

"Promise?" 

He holds out his pinky so you can wrap yours around it and press your thumbs together. 

"I promise." 

You're glad you decided to talk to Jimin about all this, despite the scariness of it. Because now, you know two things for sure….

One. You can make it through this and you can write a happy ending. No matter who or what may be against or above you, it's in your power and your will that your life story is written. You get the choice. The outcome is up to you. It's your efforts that determine your happy ending. 

Two. You can write that happy ending with Jimin. 

"Since we're on the subject, I have to tell you something. Something that may be the reason we haven't popped back to real life yet. The thing is–" 

"Jungkook isn't really happy." 

Yeah, Jimin figured that out a while ago. Jungkook may be good at a lot of things but hiding his emotions is not one of them. Maybe it's because he's a guy but Jimin could tell Jungkook was hiding something, and when he looks at you, it's obvious what he's harboring behind those fictional eyes. 

No, Jimin doesn't want Jungkook to have you. 

Still, it's hard to watch Jungkook kiss Your Name and whisper sweet nothings into her ear when Jimin is fully aware of his feelings for you. At least Jimin never had to kiss Your Name, but he understands Jungkook's predicament to an extent. 

Why shouldn't Jungkook like you? You're genuine and layered and flawed and beautiful and real. 

It would be absurd if Jungkook didn't like you. So, there has to be a reason he's pretending to be into Your Name.

You speak up before Jimin even has to ask. "Jungkook knows he's a main character. He's with Your Name because of me. Because he knows I can't go home until there's a happy ending." 

"Whoa…" Okay, not what he was expecting. 

The immediate question is, how does this affect your chances of getting home? Sure, there has to be a happy ending, but there can't be a happy ending if Jungkook isn't happy. 

"So, what the fuck are we supposed to do now?" 

You exhale shakily, "I don't know." 

Jimin doesn't either. No number of costume changes can fix this. It's outside the realm of a fanfic now. There's no more relying on tropes or algorithms or sexual tension to move the story along. Everything feels way too real for comfort. 

The ending is coming soon. Things have to wrap up somehow, with or without your influence. Does Jungkook not get a happy ending? You have zero clue how to make that happen, regardless of what's predetermined and what's not. 

You're starting to shake, the very depths of your soul terrified at what comes next. For almost every fanfic you've read you've been able to predict something, make a plausible, ultimately correct assumption about the ending. But not this time. This time you're totally in the dark. 

"Jimin, I can't make everyone happy." Your chest gets tight. It's hard to breathe. "I can't…make a happy ending for them."

Within a moment, you're in his arms. Cheek pressed to his firm chest and wet eyes leaked onto his shirt. Everything feels like it's compressing you into a tiny box with no oxygen, threatening your life, and even worse, you're dragging Jimin down with you. 

With every shaky breath you take, Jimin holds you that much tighter, encasing you in his arms and letting you bury your face in his neck. All that build up from the last few days comes breaking through. 

Crying helps you process but it's a shit way to process. 

There's no good way to end this conversation. Your anxiety isn't so easily snuffed out. In real life, the solution to your problems isn't as easy as a fanfic kiss. 

Good wins. 

Yeah, but evil still leaves heartless wounds.

:: 

Jungkook takes a peak around the corner. He sees you and Jimin making your way up the hallway of the school, hand in hand, discussing something. It must be pretty important given the serious expression on your face. 

You look pretty today. As usual. 

"Babe, come back," Your Name whines, reaching for the boy's sleeve and tugging. 

Your Name sits on the window nook, adjusting her skirt so her legs can open enough to accommodate Jungkook's hips. 

A few more moments of waiting with open thighs and then Jungkook turns toward her, stepping in between her legs and placing his hands around her waist. He scoots her hips forward and nestles himself into her embrace, arms looped around his shoulders and ankles locked behind his back. 

She's warm. 

"Is something wrong?" she asks upon seeing his concerned eyes. "You know you can talk to me." 

He smiles and shakes his head. "No, baby. Nothing's wrong. I'm sorry for getting distracted." 

He leans down and connects their lips, feeling her whole body enlighten with a deep inhale. She feels sparks, he knows she does. But he doesn't feel anything. 

His hands slip under her shirt just enough to be obvious, but not so much to be suspicious. She gave him permission to touch her skin and to kiss her as hard as he wants, but he didn't want to push things too far without genuine feelings on both sides. 

Your Name may be a reader insert but she's still a girl, and she deserves better than that. 

Not that Jungkook is getting lost in the kiss or anything – he's still perfectly aware of his objective at hand – but is Your Name getting better at kissing, or is he just imagining things? 

Tilting his head and sliding his hands all the way around her waist, Jungkook offers one last intense kiss before he has to leave. Your Name arches her back according to his lead and parts her lips to make way for his tongue. She's perfectly submissive and it may turn him on just a little bit. Maybe. 

Right before she can sigh his name and suggest they go somewhere a bit more private, Jungkook pulls away. 

"I have to be at practice in a few minutes." 

"But you just got here," she swallows, already missing the weight of his tongue in her mouth. "Is this your long practice night?" 

"Yeah, I won't be done until close to eleven." 

Her whole body sinks, limbs falling from around her boyfriend's frame. "Okay, well…stay safe. I'll see you tomorrow? Maybe we can walk to class together." 

"Definitely." He ruffles her hair lightly, but his attention is on leaving before whoever's coming around the corner approaches. 

Your Name has never seen him hustle like that. Like he's running away from her. 

In the next moment, you and Jimin appear from around the corner. She quickly closes her legs and hops down from the window, smoothing out her skirt and slipping her shoes back over her heels. 

"Hey, Your Name," you greet with a pleasant smile. "I don't usually see you in the library. Are you looking for something?" 

"Oh hi, ___." Your Name smiles innocently, like she wasn't just sucking face with the school star archer. "Actually, I'm just cutting through to get to the cafeteria. Studying makes me hungry." 

"Cool, we're headed there too." Jimin swings your hand in his, back and forth, emphasizing the part where he and you are a we. 

Your Name can't help but see their hands and frown. Jimin holds your hand like he's holding a national treasure. 

"Should we go together?" 

She nods at your request. "Sure." 

"Umm, Your Name," Jimin squints at her, "is something wrong?"

"No, why?" 

"You're crying." 

She touches her cheeks only to find wetness on the tips of her fingers when they pull away. A tear drops from her chin and lands on her shoe, a soft, small spot appearing on the light pink Converse. 

And then she laughs, "I must be really happy, I guess." 

But when you glance at Jimin, he looks as unconvinced as you are. 

"Is Jungkook around?" 

"No, he's at practice…again." Your Name shrugs, nonchalantly accepting the distance. 

"Is he—" 

"Come on!" Before you can keep talking about it, she skips past you and gestures for you to follow. "Let's get food. My tummy won't stop grumbling." 

She's as subtle as a gunshot, hiding her face by making you walk behind her. Arms wrapped around her middle or stuffed in her pockets, head hung low. 

You know Jungkook isn't happy in his relationship, but now you're not so sure Your Name isn't somehow aware of what's going on. At least a little bit. 

Whatever the case, one thing's for certain. Not only has Jungkook chosen to be miserable for your sake, but his choice is making Your Name miserable now too. 

Things are way too fucked up already, and they only continue to get more fucked up. 

The final straw is when you notice Your Name push her food around on her plate while chatting through the meal. The few times she lifts the utensils to her lips, there's nothing on it. 

:: 

The sky has been gray since that day. Not a drop of sunlight, dipping temperatures, spitting rain, and wind chill that feels like daggers on your skin. The weather reflects Your Name's emotional status, which can be helpful at times. Anytime it starts to heavily rain, you know to run to her. 

You find that part of this fanfic world to be simultaneously fantastic and inconvenient. 

Jimin unzips his jacket and you step inside it, slinking your arms around his waist. The material isn't nearly thick enough to keep all the shivers as bay, but it's large enough to zip up both of you snug and tight. 

"Warmer?" he asks, turning his back towards the wind. 

You nod, nuzzling your nose into his chest. "Thanks for standing out here with me. I know it's not fun." 

"Nah, don't worry about it. I'll make you play Elden Ring with me and we'll call it even." 

"But your favorite game right now is Xenoblade Chronicles, right?" 

Getting a boner right now would be inconvenient and embarrassing, so he tries to keep himself in check, but damn it, you're so adorable when you talk video games with him. He wants to suffocate you in kisses, especially when you look up at him like that. 

Fuck it, you're making this really difficult, you know. 

"Yeah, but I want to play Elden Ring with you more." 

"Because it's supposed to be endless?" That's right. You remembered from his most recent rant about RPG future development. You were listening.

"Pfffttt……yeah." 

"Playing video games with you for eternity hardly seems like a fair trade for standing in the cold for a little while." 

"It's totally fair, I don't know what you're talking about." 

"I'm talking about fairness," you giggle. "If you want me to play video games for eternity, you have to do more than give me your jacket." 

"Well, what do you want?"

Oh shit, you should think about this for longer. Say something profound and meaningful, something that will keep his head spinning for months, something he remembers when he's laying alone in his dorm at night missing you. 

"Kisses." 

He chuckles and the low vibrations surge through your body. "That's it?" 

You nod. 

"I thought this was supposed to be a fair trade." 

"It is a fair trade. You want video games and I want kisses. Fair." 

"But I also want kisses." 

"Then I suppose you just get the best of both worlds, don't you?" 

And that's exactly what it feels like when you reach up to peck his lips. Your smile gets in the way so really you're just pressing your lips to his for a few seconds while trying to keep it together. 

Jimin isn't sure what he did to deserve you – he probably doesn't – but all he knows is that he has to protect you with everything he is. No matter what it costs him. 

You tighten your hug around his waist and smile when he snuggles you in further. To be honest, you could spend an eternity with him watching paint dry and be happy. It really comes down to the fact that you love spending time with him, no matter what you're doing. 

Your feelings for Jimin haven't been tarnished or weakened by the possibility of being stuck in a fanfic for the rest of your life. Actually, the prospect has only made you consider him more. Made you want him more. More than you've ever wanted anyone. Isn't that dangerous? 

You know Jimin has a tendency to avoid conflict and miscommunicate his feelings. But he also knows you tend to overanalyze and boss people around without considering their perspectives. The two of you have your areas that need work, but you're both aware of them and compassionate when it comes to each other's weaknesses. 

No, you don't want to be in a fanfic forever, but the scary thought seems less daunting because you have him. 

"Oh, hey the doors are opening." 

Finally. The professor must have run long again. Funny how even in this fanfic world, professors are never respectful of their students' time. 

"Your Name!" you call out as Jimin frees you from his jacket cocoon. 

She sees you and starts walking your way, a large stack of books tucked to her chest because she doesn't have her bookbag on today. 

Still, she greets you with a one armed hug as best she can and waves to Jimin too. 

"Hi guys!" 

"Finished with classes for the day?" 

"Yeah, that was my last one," she says, "but the professor just dropped a massive paper on the class, so I need to get started on it tonight." 

"Well, do you have time for some hot chocolate first? Jimin found this really cute place." 

She instantly lights up, a massive smile spreading from ear to ear. "That sounds great. Thanks, Jiminie." 

Even you have to admit, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear and sways from side to side is cute. Yeah, at one point you thought it was annoying but it's kinda growing on you. She's adorable and that's just her character. 

"Where's Jungkook?" Jimin asks, checking around but not seeing him anywhere. "Doesn't he take this class with you?" 

Your Name's smile fades as she recollects her books in her arm from slipping. "Yeah, umm, usually he does but his team has an outing today so he got an excused absence." 

You help take some of the books so she doesn't drop them. "Where's your backpack?" 

"Jungkook asked if he could use it today because it holds more than his and he had to bring all his archery gear." 

"Doesn't he have a separate bag for all his archery stuff?" Jimin asks slowly. 

Your Name starts blushing and shrugs. "Yeah, but he said he wanted to take mine because it would help him not miss me so much." 

Sweet gesture but the wrong gesture. Looks like our top athlete doesn't always hit the target. 

Jimin strips his jacket. "Here, you look cold. I'll hold the rest of your books while you put this on." 

"Thank you, Jiminie." Your Name accepts his offer. 

His jacket is so warm and it smells like him. Of course she can't help but sigh once she's in it. 

She holds out her hands for her books again, but Jimin refuses to give them back. So she walks in between the two of you, warm in Jimin's jacket, and smiling genuinely for possibly the first time today. 

"So, when will Jungkook be back?" 

"I'm not sure. He hasn't responded to my texts." Your Name shrinks farther into Jimin's jacket, looking down at her toes as she walks. "He's busy…" 

Immediately, you lock eyes with Jimin behind her back, silently sharing the understanding that Your Name feels second place in Jungkook's priorities and that's making her feel neglected and sad. Just another reason why you haven't popped back to reality yet. 

Down by your side, you pull out your phone. 

[y/n] the minute you get back to campus, you better find Your Name and apologize 

[Jungkook] what's wrong?

He's replying to your texts but he won't reply to Your Name. He's much too observant to be oblivious. The only explanation must be that he doesn't care. This boy isn't ready for a real relationship, let alone a fake one. 

[y/n] think. if you can't figure it out, call me 

:: 

Your Name looks cute with a whipped cream mustache. She licks it up shyly, glancing between you and Jimin on the other end of the table. 

Her books are stacked in the empty seat beside her. The seat Jungkook should be occupying. 

Still, she's smiling at you like nothing's wrong. 

"Jimin, can you go order me another Butterscotch Hot Chocolate?" you ask him.

"Sue thing, babe. Marshmallows?"

"Yes, please." 

Like the considerate gentleman he is, he pushes his half-finished regular hot cocoa towards you to sip on while you wait, leaning over to kiss your head before he walks to the counter. 

Your Name sees it. Her eyes sparkle while she watches him. It's not love. It's yearning. She sees his effort, the way he looks at you, the way he cares. She wants that. 

Nervously, she tries to play off her gaze of wonder when she notices you looking at her, sipping her drink with a happy hum.

It's cute. It's a mask. 

"So, how are things with you and Jungkook?" 

"Great!" 

"Really?" 

She nods. 

"You know if things aren't great, you can tell me." 

Her expression flinches, her smile twitching and her eyelids fluttering for only a moment. If you weren't paying close attention, you might have missed it. 

She slowly traces the rim of her cup with her finger, occasionally parting her lips but then closing them again in silence. 

You stand and drag your chair so you can sit on her side of the table. 

"Is Jungkook…gone a lot? Like today?" 

She nods. 

"Does that bother you?" 

"No." She meets your eyes for only a moment before looking at her cup again. "I mean, it shouldn't." 

"I don't care about if it should or not. I care about you. If Jungkook isn't treating you right, please tell me?" 

She sighs, finally facing you and giving her attention to the conversation fully. "He isn't treating me wrong. He's…the star of the archery team, and top of his class, and has a lot going on. A good girlfriend would understand that and respect that I'm not his top priority." 

"But as his girlfriend, you are one of his priorities," you remind her with an assuring hand on her knee. 

Your Name doesn't deserve this kind of treatment. Jungkook may have your best interest in mind, but he's not doing right by Your Name. You thought you would get over it, but you haven't popped back to reality, Jungkook is half-assing his commitment to his relationship, and Your Name is the one getting the brunt of it all. And she doesn't even understand what's going on or why she's being treated this way. 

At this point she'd be happier being single than being with a boyfriend who doesn't love her. You haven't checked with Jimin on this, but you're going to say it anyway.

"Look, I'm gonna tell you something and I want you to listen really carefully." 

She focuses on your eyes and words. 

"If you're not happy in your relationship, if he isn't treating you like you deserve to be treated, then there's no shame in breaking up." 

"No," she says as if you're misunderstanding something, "Jungkook is a good guy. He isn't trying to make me unhappy." 

"I know he's a good guy, but he may not be the guy for you." 

It sounds like you're trying to correct the author's intentions. You know she wrote Your Name and Jungkook for each other, but frankly she did a crappy job with their characters. Because Your Name needs someone who can give her lots of attention and affection, someone who's able to provide for her, read her emotions, and act preemptively. 

That's just not Jungkook. To be honest, Jimin fits that description better. No wonder she started to fall for Jimin. 

"But…" Your Name glitches, unsure of how to respond. You can see it behind her eyes. She's trying to think for herself, but she's only the shell of a character. Without a reader, she's just an insert. "I'm supposed to be with Jungkook. I don't know what to do if I'm not with Jungkook. I don't feel whole without Jungkook." 

"You don't feel whole when you're with Jungkook either though." 

And yet, Your Name can't help but like Jungkook. The whole fated to be together thing sounds like soulmate shit, but soulmate shit is so strong in her mind. It fills her veins and makes her bones ache with the need to be loved and to love someone. It's like she's not whole without a boy. As if she was created to be that way. 

She simultaneously adores and despises that part of herself. 

If only kissing her could make Jungkook genuinely like her. In Your Name's case, all it took was a single kiss and she knew her heart was meant to belong to Jungkook. 

But Jungkook doesn't act like he belongs to her. Your Name questions if Jungkook actually likes her at all. 

"Be honest," you speak gently, wanting nothing more than for her to feel safe, "are you happy?" 

She sniffles and your heart breaks for her. "No." And then her head is in her hands. 

You embrace her tightly, all the way off your chair and leaning into her so she can lean on you. Over her shoulder, you spot Jimin waiting by the counter with your hot chocolate. He just nods, giving you and Your Name space and time. This isn't a conversation for him and he gets that. 

"I don't know what to do," Your Name whimpers hopelessly, "I felt like something was missing before, and now that I'm with Jungkook, I still feel like something is missing. Isn't love supposed to fill that empty part of you? Why don't I feel any different since getting my guy?" 

When you take a moment to observe the female lead, her knees turned in, toes overlapped, eyelids fluttering in worry, lips turned into a frown, and shoulders hunched together. She's physically distraught that she's done something wrong. 

None of this is her fault. But it hits you in the gut like a cannonball that everything that's been done so far has landed on her in terms of failure. Every time something doesn't work out, she's gotten the short end of the stick. Your Name has the most to be unhappy, and yet all she's done is tried to do what's right by the people around her. 

God, it's so hard. You don't want to sound pompous or cliche, but you also don't want to sound insensitive. You're very aware of the fact that you have a guy and happen to be very happy with him. Jimin makes you incandescently happy. Being with him has filled a certain empty part of your heart. 

But Your Name didn't find that with Jungkook, despite the fact that she's liked longer than you've liked Jimin. 

She pulls away and you use your thumbs to dry her soft cheeks. 

"There's no reason why you can't be happy and whole without a guy. Look, if you like a guy and he makes you happy, then date him. But you are priceless regardless of your relationship status. You don't need a guy to complete you. You're enough just as you are." 

"How though? I'm supposed to be with him." 

"Forget about what you're supposed to do or supposed to be. What do you want to be?" 

She's not sure. Your Name hasn't really given that concept a lot of thought before, considering half of her existence is dependent on Jungkook and the other half is dependent on the reader of her fic. 

"I…I don't know…" She takes your hands and holds them close to her heart. "Will you help me figure this out? I can't do this without you, ___." 

You give Jimin a smile to let him know he can come back over.

"We both will," he says, joining you two at the table, "whatever it takes. We want you to be happy just being you. Guy or no guy." 

As much as you want to escape, as much as you could easily tell her some bullshit about not giving up the relationship or giving the attraction time to morph into happiness, you just can't. 

She needs a friend. What kind of a person would you be if you used this chance to manipulate her? She's grown some already and this is only another chance for Your Name to actually shape herself for once. You remember the look on her face when she wore her pink sweatsuit and ugg boots, and you can't shoot that girl down. She was real. 

"I've never felt this way before," she shyly admits, blinking at Jimin with trusting eyes and a small smile. "It's weird, but I feel a lot better now that I cried." 

"That's good," you reply honestly. "You obviously needed to cry." 

"Yeah." Your Name looks between the two of you, more tears beginning to build in her eyes. But these are different. She's not sad. She's grateful. "Thanks, you guys. No one's ever been this kind to me. I…I want to learn to do things on my own." 

"You can." You wholeheartedly believe that.

She smiles so big you have to squint at the main character glow around her face.

:: 

[Jungkook] hey beautiful, I'm sorry about the other day. things got busy with practice, you know how it is 

[Jungkook] wanna hang out later? I have some time between classes and practice today 

[Your Name] sure! I need to talk to you about something actually 

[Jungkook] what's up? 

[Your Name] do you know that bench on the sidewalk outside the archery field? 

[Jungkook] yeah 

[Your Name] let's meet there 

:: 

Jimin may react like he doesn't believe his ears, but he knew this was coming. After their conversation at the hot chocolate bar, it's not a surprise. 

Jungkook on the other hand is still processing what happened and why in the world Your Name would ever want to break up with him in the first place. 

"She just…ended things," he says flabbergasted, pacing his dorm room. "But you know what the weirdest part was?" 

"What?" 

"She asked me if I was unhappy too." He plops onto the bed beside Jimin and scoffs in amazement. "And I said yes." 

"You seem pretty cheerful now," Jimin observes, cautiously pointing out the fact that Jungkook hasn't actually frowned about the news at all since it happened. 

"I mean, it was hard but we both agreed it was for the best." 

"Was she not a good girlfriend or…" 

"Your Name is amazing actually. She's great. I totally misjudged her before. When I apologized for being inattentive, she hugged me like it was no big deal." 

"Then why'd you break up?" Jimin asks, making a mental note of everything so he can relate it to you later. (Although you're probably getting everything from Your Name right now). 

"I seriously thought about begging her to stay with me…because I want to help you and ___." He shakes his head, hanging it between his hands and bouncing his knee anxiously. "I couldn't do it. She just looked so….relieved to break up with me. And to be honest, I felt relieved too." 

Jimin can't imagine why. After all, Jungkook is only the star of the archery team, top of his class with perfect grades, has friends he wants to see regularly, study groups, projects, and practice to balance on the daily. Everyone expects a lot from him because he's the main character, and of course, he doesn't wanna let them down. Put a girlfriend on top of all that and no one would be able to keep up. Jungkook didn't want to keep up. 

"You've got a lot to handle," Jimin replies with a sympathetic sigh. 

"Yeah." 

"But you seem to be happier since you broke up." 

"Actually, I am," Jungkook licks his lips in an attempt to keep his smile at bay. But then another thought enters his mind, and that smile slowly disappears. "I probably should find another girlfriend soon." 

"Why?" 

“Because I’m the main character and probably the reason you and ___ haven't been able to go home. Anyway, it's normal for the archery team captain to have a babe on his arm, you know." 

Jimin places a hand on his back, already feeling Jungkook's muscles beginning to tense up with stress just thinking about having another girlfriend. "Can I offer some advice?" 

Jungkook shrugs.

"You don't have to meet everyone's expectations. In fact, you can't. It's impossible to please everyone and trying is only gonna make you exhausted. Believe me, I've tried," he chuckles. "If you're happy being single and just focusing on archery and friends, then I think that's what you should do. Don't let people force you into doing things you don’t really wanna do. It’s better in the end if you just speak up for yourself.” 

A hard lesson Jimin had to learn, but he's so much better for it. And yes, he's so ridiculously happy being in a relationship with you, but he understands that that's not for everyone. Your Name found her happiness in the journey of finding herself outside of a guy. So why can't Jungkook find happiness by putting his energy towards sports and friends? 

Jungkook lifts his head, running his hands through his hair with a deep inhale and sigh. 

"You're a good guy, you know." 

"You too, man. I really hope you get a happy ending." 

"I think you just helped me find it actually." 

Jimin can't help but gasp dramatically. He makes Jungkook chuckle shyly, shoving Jimin's shoulder. "Whatever. Thanks, man." 

"Don't mention it," Jimin pats him on the back and stands up. 

Once he collects his stuff, he gives Jungkook a peace sign and a smile. 

He feels pretty good about that convo actually. It appears that Jungkook has taken at least part of it to heart and can find happiness in being single and successful. If anything, Your Name has made a lasting impression. Jungkook is sure to remember that break up and be a better boyfriend if he ever does decide to– 

"Hey, Jimin." 

"Yeah?" 

"Take care of ___. Keep her happy." 

At that moment, Jimin watches as the main character glow within Jungkook's aura lights up bright and strong. 

"I will, I promise." 

:: 

Up the familiar trek to the top of the monogram hill on the far end of campus, Jimin sings to himself. He's not sure when singing started to be attractive to him, but he's found he enjoys it, under his breath, while he's walking, while he's thinking about you. 

You. It feels like the end of the fanfic is basically here. While he has a pretty solid idea of what will happen when you pop back to reality, he's really not sure what to expect. 

Falling for each other in a fanfic is different from falling for each other in real life. 

He approaches the top of the hill and stops. 

There you are. Sitting on the ground with your chin on your knees, watching the sunset. The light reflects your skin a beautiful ray of color, prettier than any main character glow he's seen. 

He can't wait to get back to real life and properly date you. Spoil you. 

Love you. 

"Oh, hey! You're back." 

Fuck, that smile does things to him. You don't even know. 

He takes his spot next to you and sighs, "Well, Jungkook said that–" 

As soon as he turns his head to you, he's met with your lips. Your kiss shuts him up immediately. Wide eyes, startled but not offended. If you wanna kiss, he's okay with that. 

It's a slow, drawn out kiss. Kinda lazy but intentional when you lightly lick your tongue across his lips. He doesn't make you wait to taste him, parting his lips and easily taking in your tongue. 

They dance for a few moments, smoothly and nicely. If he could translate your kiss into words, they would comfort him with affirmation and kindness. He can feel your support and pride through your movements. And when your fingers thread through his hair, he completely melts. 

As soon as his body starts to twist toward you, ready to feel you more, feel you closer to his chest, you pull away. 

"There. I thought you needed that." 

"I didn't need you to stop." 

"Jimin," you giggle when he scoots closer to you, his hand wrapping around your knees and pulling them over his lap. "I just meant that I missed you. And I know you had a tough conversation with Jungkook, so, you know. A kiss was warranted." 

"What else warrants kisses?" 

You tap your chin. "Hmm, if you're happy." 

"Oh, I'm very happy," he assures you breathlessly, leaning in despite your thin, smiling lips and latching onto them. 

Kissing you while you're giggling can't be easy, but that doesn't discourage Jimin in the least. In fact, he finds your inability to stop giggling charming. So fucking charming he can't help but pull you all the way into his lap. 

You happily follow his direction, settling into his lap, cupping his face because it's so goddamn precious to you. His hands remain on your waist even though he would do anything to feel more of you. Right now, this is good. He's content just kissing you simply like this and feeling your heartbeat get faster and faster. 

You litter pecks across his cheeks, making sure to get that nose more than once. Being fully aware of his love for kisses, you want to make sure his 'kisses tank' is full before you have to sleep the whole night without any. 

He hums against your lips, totally relaxed and feeling the moment surge through him every time you nibble his bottom lip and lightly pull just to make him reach up with his neck. 

"I really like making out with you." 

"Oh yeah?" you giggle, brushing your lips over his as they chase you. "I like making out with you too." 

"You make me really happy, ___." 

"Jimin," you sigh his name, sinking lower onto his lap which only makes him swallow. 

You have to stop and look into his eyes. Make sure he's really seeing you when you say it back. He needs to know you mean the absolute truth, that every fiber of your being is a testimony to the happiness he brings you. 

"You make me really happy too." 

No more playful nibbles or giggles or pecks on the nose. Your next kiss enlights a fire deep inside your tummy. Jimin's hands hold your hips secure, dragging them further over his lap and then pressing them down. That's all it takes to make you gasp, a quick inhale that he doesn't miss. 

Neither of you have to exchange words. The looks in your eyes are enough to say it. 

The world around you shifts to slow-mo, a gentle melody in the back of your mind that tells you this is a special moment. All except Jimin becomes a blurry mess, unimportant, inconsequential. His tinted cheeks and swollen lips and messy bangs. You gently brush them away from his forehead, enthralled by the way they gently caress his skin. 

When he looks at you like that…he's never looked at you like that. But it's got your whole body tensing up and your lips going for his neck. 

When his head falls back, the sky opens up and rain starts downpouring. 

You squeal from surprise, looking up to see a black sky hell bent on drenching the two of you from head to toe. 

"Where do we go?" 

"Uhh, I think, oh! Jungkook has an air mattress," Jimin remembers. 

You don't have anything better to suggest, so the two of you stand and start making your way down the hill. 

It's wet and slippery. The grass only proves to make traversing down that much more perilous. Jimin holds your hand, but you know that if you take one wrong step, you won't be walking down the hill the rest of the way. 

Looking ahead, it's dark so you can't make out much, but you notice a spot on the ground that looks to be dangerous. And it's right in the way of Jimin's footing. 

"Be carefu–" 

You tried to warn him but it was too late. One step and he's tumbling down the grassy, wet terrain. Except he doesn't let go of your hand, so next thing you know, you're following right behind him. 

He tries to steady himself and you, but the momentum is too much. There's nothing to hang onto and there's no friction for you to stop, so you keep tumbling, getting faster and faster. 

The last thing you clearly see, the quickly approaching sidewalk and Jimin's failed attempt to keep you from crashing into it. 

:: 

His head is pounding when he comes to, rivers of red behind his eyes like poison. Even after he tries to blink them away, they persist for a moment. 

"What the fuck…" Jimin groans, reaching up to rub his head. 

Shit, that really hurt. 

His hair is soaked because it's literally pouring rain. That and he's literally laying in a puddle on the sidewalk. In the distance, somewhere amongst the thunder and plummeting rain, he swears he can hear the squeak of shoes on a basketball court. 

You shift next to him, slowly opening your eyes to find his fluttery and wet eyelashes.

"___, are you okay?" 

"Yeah," you sit up with him, "are you hurt?" 

"I don't think so." It's kinda useless, but he takes off his jacket and drapes it over both your heads as cover.

Funny. You would have expected a slow-mo moment for that, but maybe the author is getting picky or something. 

Or…

Based on the way Jimin's eyes widen at the exact same moment, it seems you both have the same suspicion. 

It certainly feels like you could be. But how can you know for sure? 

Without a second to lose, you crawl across the sidewalk to the edge of the grass. Sure enough, there's your phone, in the exact place you found it when you first crash-entered the fanfic world. 

When you open the fanfic app, staring back at you is a fully written, 30K Jungkook fanfic with an opening dedication….

Special thanks to my beta readers and co-authors ___ and Jimin. Y'all are the real MVPs! Thanks for dealing with my crazy ass and giving me such great feedback on the main pairing <3 hope y'all enjoy this monster! 

"It's…it's done? Oh my god, Jimin," you show him the cracked, wet screen, "we did it. We gave Jungkook and Your Name a happy ending and…" 

"We made it out." 

You can't tell if those are raindrops or tears on his face, but they pull at your heartstrings like nothing else. With your arms thrown around his neck, Jimin forgets his jacket canopy and embraces you fully. 

A massive weight lifts from your chest and all you can feel now is the relief of having Jimin in your arms. You may throw away your phone after this, but you're mostly enraptured in sharing this moment with him. 

Not to be cliche or romantic, but you feel higher than the clouds when he cups your jaw and guides your lips to his. It feels like a first kiss. And it is, in a way. 

Your first kiss with Jimin in real life. Under a starless, rainy sky, in the middle of the night, sitting soaked on the sidewalk of your college. Fuck everyone else, you could live in this moment. It's not slow-mo, but it's being written on your heart with each twist of his head and press of his lips. 

The kiss only ends because your nose starts tingling, and you have to pull away to sneeze. 

"As much as I want to keep kissing you in the rain, it's freezing. We should probably go inside before you catch a cold."

"Probably." 

He helps you stand. But neither of you want to attend the basketball game. 

Jimin slips his hand into yours, fingers intertwined, and body close. You step into him as well, looking up into his nervous but beautiful eyes, memorizing every detail, following the drips of raindrops down his skin.

"Would you like to come to my room?" 

"Your room?" 

"I'm not suggesting we, like, that's not -- I mean, I have a dryer," he quickly explains, not wanting to give you the wrong idea.

You just nod along and smile at him, deciding not to remind him that every dorm building on campus has a dryer, including yours.

"You can wear my sweatshirt and play games with me until your clothes are dry." 

Playing video games snuggled in your boyfriend's hoodie in his dorm room while it's raining outside and the rest of the student body is oblivious to your antics? 

Sounds like the beginning to a spicy fanfic to you. 

"Yeah, I'd like that." 

THE END. 

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For tomorrow 🤩🤩🤩🫶

m y s t r a n g e a d d i c t i o n

p a i r i n g : jungkook x reader 

g e n r e :  college au.

t a g s :  student!reader, professor!jk, teacher-student relationship, dom-sub undertones, some dubious situations bc reader is like what, jk is pretty mean lmao, reader is a bratty little sub, fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie, heavy petting, makeouts, jk is a meanie, some light degradation 

w o r d c o u n t :  7.8 k 

s u m m a r y :  ‘Put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it. Hurts, but I know how to hide it, kinda like it..’ 

There was a little game you and Jungkook had played, testing each other silently and pushing all sorts of buttons to rile one another up. Jungkook didn’t exactly have the best reputation ever to begin with, in fact any student who had joined his course at one point in time didn’t have the best experience with him.

“He tore my paper up calling it trash and then called me useless, like I’m trying my best here sorry we don’t all come with a fucking PhD degree in Philosophy. Ugh, such a jerk.” Yuna rolled her eyes, smacking her lips together and popping bubbles with her gum.

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4 later

defenseman!taehyung x social media manager!afab!reader

hockey!au

genre: fluff, slight angst, smut

summary: The home opener of hockey season is crazy for everyone, but when star defensemen Kim Taehyung takes a specific interest in you, who are you to turn him down? 

warnings: sports things, taehyung being a flirt but also very sweet, reader trying to convince herself that she isn’t allowed to like him, very minor hockey related violence, swearing, small amount of alcohol consumption (no one gets drunk!), feelings admissions. Specific smut warnings: dom!tae, sub!reader, public sex, bathroom sex (they’re alone in there), mirror sex, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (be better than them), begging, he comes on her back lol, some spit, praise, aftercare.

an: I am a whore for both hockey and bangtan, so here we are. As always this wasn’t proofread or edited so there might be typos! Also happy birthday Tae. love u so much king

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