Since Its Jhopes Birthday, Just Something Ive Been Writing For A While

Since it’s Jhope’s birthday, just something I’ve been writing for a while

Genre: Angst, Best Friends to Lovers (?)

Warning: Overthinking, Self-doubt, Reader always thinks it’s their fault whenever something happens, Hobi and reader's relationship is completely platonic (as of yet)

A/n: I haven't really decided yet if this should be simply platonic or I'll just make them end up together lol. Opinions are always welcome!

You and Hobi have been friends since the start of University and it had been going really well. You were a bit introverted but always felt comfortable enough to be a little outgoing with him since he never judged you and was always ready to join you in the madness. He shared all of his secrets with you calling you his best friend and even though you were a bit closed off, you considered him yours as well. It was after a few months when Hobi started having feelings for another girl that everything changed. 

As usual you guys were hanging out in the cafeteria during your break when he revealed that he has a crush on a girl who shared common classes with you both. "I've seen her looking at me but I've never gotten the confidence to talk to her." He blushed, keeping his eyes on the ground biting his lips. You felt genuinely happy for him and encouraged him to talk to her to which he promised he will as soon as he can. 

It was a week later that you got a call from him saying that he got her number from a common friend, Jimin who was in the same group as the girl and was more than happy to help him in getting to know her. You did feel a pang of jealousy in your heart knowing that they have been talking for a while without you knowing but buried it deep down congratulating Hoseok on getting her number and teasing him about how she'll be his number one priority now. "Don't worry babe, you're not going to get rid of me that easily" He chuckled, making you wish he'd stick to his promise. 

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You weren't sad about the fact that Hoseok has a girlfriend now, but a bit jealous of the fact that Hoseok now roamed most of his time these days with Jimin and his large group who shared the same personality as him and were always laughing at his jokes. You were jealous of the fact that he fit right in the group and hung out with them even when his girlfriend wasn't around. It bothered you a bit that he never introduced you to them, always preferring to just wave at you whenever you walked past them. You guys still talked though, as he preferred to sit next to you in classes you shared and always had stories to tell about how he spent his days and what dates he's been deciding for the upcoming weekend asking you for advice and places where he could take her. It did hurt when he stopped talking to you outside of campus, never calling you just occasionally texting you asking about stuff that's happening in classes when he wasn't present. You were at a state where the only thing you thought was "maybe you were the one who did something wrong. Maybe you didn't support him enough or maybe you stuck to him so much that his girlfriend didn't want him hanging out with you anymore." Though you felt like the last point was irrelevant as she always greeted you in class, carrying on conversations as if you have been friends for a long time and had a genuine smile whenever you would greet her back. It made you not dislike her, even though you felt that it might be fake and that she actually hates you. You knew you were spiralling and that it was unhealthy for you. But you couldn't stop.

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It took a while but you finally went to a place where you were accepting that maybe yours and hobi's friendship wasn't meant to be. You used to call him randomly when your overthinking hit you at full speed, wanting to feel validated and that he might still consider you as his friend. Conversations still flowed normal and he would always give you gossip and spill out his secrets as he used to before, but the only thing that changed was you were the one who always initiated the conversation and the secrets which used to come daily (as he always used to call you whenever he needed to tell you something) would come only when you called. He had found his group of friends and it was time that you should too.

It did take you a bit of time, but you managed to make friends with people who you could be comfortable with. (Not as comfortable as you were with him, but it was much better than being a loner). You still sat beside each other, but would only sit when the professor would enter, choosing to come 5 mins before to avoid having conversations with him which would only take you back to a place where thoughts about not being a good enough friend would consume you. He would still whisper during lectures trying to make conversations but you would just nod your head or give vague, one word answers paying attention to the board. You tried not to show that you were upset with him, always giving him a smile at the end before walking out of the class with your friends. 

But one thing was sure, how much you tried, it would still sting your heart knowing that he might not even be affected as much as you were. Little did you know, it was hurting him a lot more than you think.

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Drop in your opinions here if they should be just friends or more!

Nothing Personal 🔞 | 02

Pairings: Actor!Jeongguk x Actress!Reader Genre: nothing personal universe, enemies to lovers, fake dating Word Count: 5.9k+ words

Summary: None of you knew anything about each other’s personal lives. The setup you both agreed to was purely for business and nothing more. ( nothing personal series ) / ( masterlist )

Warnings: brief experience of panic attack, bam's here!

Chapter 2: Drive Safe

Shin Y/N And Jeon Jeongguk Reportedly Had Dinner Together In The Penthouse. A week ago, Y/N and Jeongguk were spotted walking out of the actor’s agency building – MYG Artists’ – protectively wrapping her from the paparazzis that flocked them. Their second public outing took dating rumors to new heights after they were photographed leaving the restaurant together, with hands all over each other. 

Hoseok sighed as he read the news article. Whoever this Park Jimin was, he sure knows how to handle public relations very well. Not only did he bank on their rumored relationship, even with a little clear evidence and a lot of blurry photos, he still found ways of urging the fans and non-fans alike to believe anything that he tells the media to put out.

The media business is a grand monopoly of backhanded schemes big corporations were fond of partaking in. Bad publicity is still publicity, that’s why it was a no-brainer to think why the masses have a love-hate relationship with Jeongguk – he was an asshole to the world, at the same time, he’s such a good actor. It also helps that he looked like a sweetheart to you in everyone’s eyes.

You gently knocked on Hoseok’s door before welcoming yourself inside. His gaze followed you as you exhaustedly propped a seat across his table, “I hope Jeongguk treated you nicely last night.”

You groaned, “He was okay, just a bit of a flirt.”

“And you’re not?” Both of you chuckled.

“You should’ve seen him try to keep his seething in. I never knew he gets annoyed with jokes that easily,” you giggled.

“Say, Y/N, good thing you came by my office today. I was about to show you your tracker and timeline for the upcoming movie with your ever so loving boyfriend,” you scoffed at your boss’ remark.

“My ever so loving boyfriend is full of teenage angst, wreaking havoc along his way,” Hoseok, the king of giving the benefit of the doubt, looked at you earnestly.

“Hey, the guy’s trying his best. He hadn’t done anything chaotic during his time with you,” when you carefully pondered about it, you thought that maybe your attempts of calming him down had worked, “I think he just needs someone who believes in him.”

You recounted your dinner with him the night before, and how he smiled when you complimented his acting chops as you reassured him that he can nail any role he takes on. Underneath his thick skin of cockiness, lies a little boy wanting validation and that you understood very well.

“The production team, MYG Artists, as well as ours, agreed for a lock-in taping during your movie’s production. We figured it would be beneficial for the both of you to get to know each other more that way,” you stared blankly at Hoseok.

“I’m sorry, what does lock-in taping mean?”

“Oh, sorry. It means talents, and production staff are not allowed to go home until the entire filming is done,” your eyes grew wide in shock.

“You mean to say I have to stay with Jeongguk in one place for a long time?” He nodded.

“And that is how co-stars develop feelings for each other. More often than not, that’s how they also cheat on their respective partners with one another,” Hoseok watched you groan while you looked like you were slipping away from your seat in agony, “All you have to do is manage to be professional enough and maintain a good friendship with him.”

“Mr. Jung, do you know what a fever dream is?” He narrowed his eyes in confusion with where you’re getting at. “Being friends with Jeongguk,” you grunted.

“If you could stop being sarcastic with him and treat him the same age as you, that would do wonders more than you could ever imagine,” your eyes pleaded Hoseok.

“But Mr. Jung, that guy is impossible,” he chuckled when you mumbled your thoughts out.

“I need you to try, Y/N. It’s part of your job and the contract you signed,” you sighed, nodding your head because he was right.

Hoseok walked you through your schedule. You were about to have your first ever TV guesting on a morning show and another on a late-night show. It excited you a lot that this was the first time your whole family and friends were seeing you on TV. However, filming the movie with Jeongguk didn’t spark you up one bit. If anything, you dreaded that you willingly agreed to this setup.

The movie you were starring with him was called ‘Haywire,’ and funnily enough, it was about two idiots who faked their relationship only for them to find out they were actually meant for each other. Though the director was also eyeing you as one of the lead roles, the table reading is yet to determine if you’ve landed the role or not.

Jeongguk: Hi love, where are you? [1:02 PM]

“Love–what the hell?” Your body shivered at the nickname. 

Y/N: Can you please stop giving me random nicknames every day? [1:02 PM]

Y/N: And I’m at my agency [1:02 PM]

Jeongguk: I can go there if you want [1:02 PM]

Y/N: I don’t. Please, stop bothering me [1:02 PM]

You didn’t appreciate how your back and forth sarcastic banters have extended more than you have expected. However, it would be a lie to say you didn’t enjoy ticking Jeongguk every once in a while. It was a breath of fresh air to see the well-composed bad boy flustered and meekly hang his head low in defeat whenever you jabbed him one of your snarky retorts.

Jeongguk: Have you read through your script? [1:03 PM]

Y/N: Yes, I have. [1:03 PM]

Jeongguk: I have something to ask you [1:03 PM]

Y/N: Depends on what you’re asking [1:04 PM]

Jeongguk: What you want me to call you [1:04 PM]

Y/N: I want you to call me Y/N :) [1:04 PM]

Jeongguk: But couples call each other names :) [1:05 PM]

Y/N: I don’t give a fuck :) [1:05 PM]

Jeongguk: Have it your way, and I’ll have mine…princess :) [1:06 PM]

You huffed a tired sigh that caught Hoseok’s attention, “What’s the matter?”

“Jeongguk is,” he chuckled at your groans.

“What did you do this time?” You flashed your phone in front of him, making him squint his eyes to read the messages better, only to bend double from laughter.

“Oh, wow, that’s very sweet of him,” he wiped the corner of his eye, still in a fit of giggles, “Reminds me so much of my wife and I back in the days.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Mr. Jung, I can’t promise you I’ll be nice around him…but for you, I’ll try.” You slumped your arms on his table, resting your cheek on your palm as you looked at him somberly, “Only because you’re the best agent in the world.”

This movie’s production has got to be the most unorganized team you have ever worked with. Usually, contract signing comes before table readings, but they worked backward and did a lot of last-minute changes, making the whole process confusing and chaotic. 

Needless to say, this is one of your many mainstream movies, and surely, you will be coming across far worse companies soon – that is if your luck has not run out yet.

The table reading went well. And as expected of you and Jeongguk, your chemistry had left the writers and the director in awe. The way you delivered your lines was perfectly done, and so was Jeongguk. The team quickly agreed that both of you were made to portray the roles. One of the writers even said it was like a match made in production heaven, but you beg to differ. If only they knew what happened behind closed doors.

The day of signing with Director Bang and his team had finally come. You, the ever punctual, showed up 20 minutes before the actual signing. When Hoseok asked why you were up so early, you simply reasoned that you respected proper time management when in reality, you were just overly excited with your biggest movie to date.

“We don’t normally do contract signings this late, but the producers and investors are pushing with the new settled dates, and we can’t afford to push the filming any further,” Director Bang regretfully informed, “Where is Mr. Jeon, by the way?”

Jeongguk was, yet again, late for the contract signing of the movie. All eyes were on you as if waiting for you to explain on behalf of your so-called boyfriend, but all you could do was nervously chuckle and timidly lowered your head in second-hand embarrassment from him.

“Ms. Shin, do you mind calling your boyfriend?” There was no way you could say no to Director Bang, so you hesitantly nodded your head and quickly looked for Jeongguk’s name in your contacts with clammy hands.

“Y-yes, of course,” you forced a smile. ‘Please, pick up,’ you mentally muttered while counting the sound of ringing. 

On the fourth ring, he finally answers with a husky morning voice, “Missed me that much?”

Above all else, you were an actress. Today was one of the tests that tested your versatility in acting, “Hello my baby, why aren’t you here yet? I miss you.”

On the other line, Jeongguk, who was still tangled in his sheets, pulled his phone away from his ear with a furrowed brow, still disoriented because he just woke up and confused with what had gotten into you, “Y/N, what the fuck?”

Everyone looked at you endearingly, seeing how sweet of a girlfriend you were to him. Meanwhile, Hoseok and Namjoon tried to avoid each other’s gaze as best as they could, knowing that if they did, they wouldn’t be able to stop themselves from laughing. Both of them pinch their thighs, attempting to keep a straight face.

“Everyone’s waiting for you already, and I haven’t seen you yet,” you anxiously fiddled your thumb with your index finger with a pout.

“Chill out, let me shower first–oh no, wait. Actually, I won’t anymore,” you tried your best not to gag. You could hear Jeongguk's clothes shuffling and the zipping of his pants, “Can’t Namjoon hyung just sign on my behalf?”

One glance at Namjoon, and he instantly knew what you were about to say. He shook his head while slicing his hand across his neck as a subtle way of saying ‘No’ to whatever Jeongguk had asked you to do.

“I–uh–yes, but they need your presence here, and so do I,” Hoseok closed his eyes, inhaling sharply as he tried to concentrate on being the professional manager that is expected of him.

“I don’t know what kind of drugs you’ve been snorting these days, but you’re honestly creeping the fuck out of me right now,” your jaw tightened, but you still tried to smile sweetly at Director Bang and his producers. “I’ll be there in–uh–15 minutes! I’ll just overspeed my way–”

“No!” Everybody jolted when you suddenly stood up with a raised voice. When you noticed how abrupt the shift in your tone was, you cleared your throat and slowly sat back down, “But baby, you need to shower.”

Jeongguk’s brows arched when it finally hit him, “Oh, so everyone’s listening to you right now?”

“Yes, love,” you tried to pull a cheerful voice. 

He smirked, “And you can’t say anything you want, am I right?”

You pretended to light up in his response, “Yes that’s exactly it, my love.”

“If you want me to shower, call me ‘baby’. If you don’t want me to beat the red light, call me ‘love,’” Jeongguk’s muffled snickers agitated you even more.

“Oh, you’re on the way? What was that? But you’re stuck in traffic right now? Okay, I can’t wait to see you, love,” you were sure he was having the time of his life making fun of you right now. In front of everyone, you were doting, but deep inside, you felt stupid for going with his demands.

“Got it, princess. Now, tell me you love me, and I’ll drive safely,” he asked while styling his hair. Even if he had skipped taking a shower, he still had to look presentable.

“There is no way that I–” you paused briefly, then gulped to get back to your character, “I can’t let you do that. You can’t have a road rage right now.”

Jeongguk snorted, “Wow, throwing me under the bus already?”

“Drive safe!” You quickly ended the call and beamed at everyone, “He says he’ll be here in 15 minutes.”

The world of the film industry is so small, that directors and producers alike are most likely acquainted with one another.

None of them are strangers to Jeongguk and his unprofessional tendencies, one of them being late to everything. If he feels a bit generous, he shows up with a hangover, more often than not, drunk.It hasn’t been 15 minutes of waiting for him yet when he finally entered the room, looking put together as always. If you hadn’t known by now, you would assume he didn’t skip on showering. 

Except it’s only been 5 minutes since you hung up, and this time, he wasn’t drunk or hungover. It’s also a surprise to the people waiting for him inside how he’s certainly not in a bad mood like he usually is.

Jeongguk strode his way towards you, kissing the top of your head before occupying the empty seat beside yours, “Good morning everyone, Sorry for being late. Traffic was such a bitch.”

“It’s okay, Mr. Jeon. We understand how busy your schedule is,” one of the producers smiled at him reassuringly. He wasn’t sure if they genuinely meant it or if they only said it out of courtesy, though.

You leaned towards him and whispered, “I thought you’d be here in 15 minutes or later?”

He took a glance at you and whispered back, “I didn’t get my ‘I love you’ so I sped off.” 

Your eyes widened in horror. Just when you were about to retort, he put a finger to his lip and winked at you. To control your temper, you quickly grabbed your pen and signed the contract laid in front of you. Jeongguk was making it hard for you to focus when he kept silently chuckling to himself, elated that he had one-upped you this time in whatever game the two of you had set yourselves up.

After everything had finally been settled. Everyone warmly regarded each other. They also congratulated you on a great start to your rising career, wished you well, and said they believe in you and your craft. 

On the other hand, the people who once worked with Jeongguk noted his changes. Although he was late, his aura had seemed to get lighter compared to their last interactions with the star.

You hurriedly grabbed your purse, and went straight to Hoseok and Namjoon to thank them and say your goodbyes politely, “Mr. Jung, Mr. Kim, thank you for today. Wish I could stay longer with you, but I have to go somewhere.”

“Oh, it’s that event again?” You nodded when Hoseok asked. He smiled at you warmly, “Alright, I’ll let you go. If they need anything at the last minute, don’t hesitate to give me a call.”

You giggled, “I will, Mr. Jung.”

Beside Hoseok was Namjoon, whose eyes were directed at Jeongguk; asking him to join in on the conversation. Jeongguk’s lips part, seeming to not get what his manager was trying to tell him, but he still obliged his subtle commands nonetheless.

“I’m sure the party will be great as always,” Hoseok beamed.

“What party? Where are you going?” Your body stiffens as soon as you hear Jeongguk behind you. 

Inhaling sharply, you turned your heel to face him and gave him a small smile, “I have something important to attend to.”

He leaned his head slightly with a lifted brow, “Which is?”

“Something important,” you say flatly.

“Can’t you just say what it is instead of going in circles?” He groaned, knowing this was your way of getting back at him “That’s not very nice of you, sweetheart,” he admonished darkly.

“I’m not very nice,” You innocently say with doe eyes.

Jeongguk smiled at you with narrowed eyes, nodding his head as he thought two could play this game, “I’m sure you already know this, but neither am I.”

Namjoon blew air out of his mouth in frustration as he watched both of you stare each other down with scowls on your faces. It’s going to be a long ride for everyone until all the contracts are over, “Please, stop threatening each other and try to get along.”

Jeongguk lazily glanced over at him, “That wasn’t a threat, it’s a warning.”

You scoffed, “Maybe if he stops holding me back from going to the event that I'm already late to, then I will.”

An idea suddenly sparked Hoseok’s and Namjoon’s minds when they glanced at each other. It’s funny how two different people could share the same brain cell. Namjoon nudged his head towards you and Jeongguk, while Hoseok just shrugged with a pursed lip.

Namjoon cleared his throat, “Jeongguk, why don’t you accompany Y/N to the party today?”

Jeongguk’s brows furrowed, “A party? In the morning?” You arched a brow at him, but he returned a grin, “If day drinking makes my baby happy, then I’m in.”

You apprehensively looked at Hoseok over your shoulders with pleading eyes, but he only nodded his head, shooing both of you away, “Go ahead, you’re already late. I’m sure Jeongguk is nice enough to drive you back and forth. Right, Mr. Jeon?”

Jeongguk nodded his head, “Of course, Mr. Jung.” He took your hands with him, and walked out of the room hand in hand, then whispered lowly as soon as you were out, “I hope they have a lot of booze in there.”

All you could do was sigh in agony. It has only been a few days with him, and you’re already clawing your way out with chaffed fingertips. There will be more days you have to spend and keep up with him before you get your life back the way you used to.

The drive with Jeongguk wasn’t as bad as you expected it to be. You looked towards the view of buildings you passed by, while his playlist blasted the speakers. You stare at him, thinking deeply

‘If he stayed quiet like this all the time, maybe we would’ve gotten along long ago.’ 

You noticed how good his side profile was, and how it was probably why brands and cinematographers liked zooming in on his face. Your gaze then falls to the small mole that sat on his neck. It took you a while to notice it, but it was there and you found it cute that he had on.

Feeling that you were watching him for a while, Jeongguk raised a brow at you with a smirk, “See anything you like?”

You squint your eyes at how cocky he is, “None so far.”

He snickers at your response, “So, what kind of party is it that you’re drinking as early as now?”

“Oh, it’s better than what you expect,” you chuckled when you remembered how his manager had banned him from drinking alcohol. “Everyone gets wild when the goods come out,” you stifle your chuckles.

“God damn, sweet tequila. I’m coming for you,” he excitedly tapped his fingers on his steering wheel.

The way he lit up at the thought of having a drop of alcohol in his system again made you think what else he could be doing, but then again, that’s none of your business. How sad could he be that he turned to use other substances rather than get a hold of himself? You could only wonder. 

None of you knew anything about each other’s personal lives. The setup you both agreed to was purely for business and nothing more. At the back of your mind, there was an ounce of worry that balled for him. However, guys like him are no different from the ones you’ve dated long ago. Jeongguk knows how to get around things with words, but as you grew older, you knew better than to fall for men who talked smoothly but did the complete opposite.

“You can park…riiight…there,” you pointed at the vacant spot.

Jeongguk looked around the area to see where the said party was, but he couldn’t see any drunk people laying on the grass nor did he hear any loud music, “Aren’t we too far from the venue?”

You rummaged through your bag to look for your lipstick. As soon as you found it, you used your phone’s front camera to re-apply it on your lips, “It’s okay, it’s just a few steps from here.” He watched the lipstick bullet glide on your lips, waiting for you to finish your touch up until you faced him again, “Ready to go?”

He nodded, quickly getting out of his side of the car as he could. Your brows knitted together at how he lacks the traits of a gentleman, but then again, you weren’t a real couple to demand such a thing. With a low groan, you unbuckle your seatbelt and get out of his car. 

To your surprise, he had laid his hand out for you to grab. You tilted your head to the side, wondering why he was enjoying this so much, “We’d look cute if we held hands, you know?”

Scratching the back of your head with your pinky’s nail, you gave in with a nod and clasped your hands together, “Sure, anything for your image.”

“Hey, I’m not that bad,” he rolled his eyes as he padded his thumb over yours. “I hope this isn’t some ritual you’re dragging me into. It’s too quiet for a party.”

You chuckled, “I didn’t force you when you agreed to this yourself.”

When you said a few steps, Jeongguk was expecting that you were lying but you weren’t. It literally took three strides to an establishment, rather, a facility that had a lot of banners put at the front and superimposed signage that read ‘PAWS Center.’ 

His eyes narrowed at the small building. With furrowed brows, he looked back and forth between the signage and you.

“You said a party,” he says with a scowl.

You simply shrugged, “But you didn’t ask what kind of party.” Tugging him by the hand, you drag him inside, but he was still puzzled about it, “Do you like animals?” You asked without looking back at him.

You didn’t catch him nod, but he did, “I guess so?”

Finally craning your neck over your shoulder, you beamed at him widely, “Good, because this is an animal shelter party.”

As soon as you entered the facility, you greeted the staff warmly. They were, however, taken aback that you brought Jeon Jeongguk over to the shelter today. Normally, it was only you who frequented. Sometimes, Hoseok accompanied you to put in your donations. Much to their surprise, the rumors of you dating a star seemed to be true.

“Hi, Y/N! Good to see you again,” One of the shelter workers named Kaye greeted you warmly. When her gaze landed on the man who trailed behind you, she gasped, “O-oh, Mr. Jeon Jeongguk! What a surprise!”

Jeongguk nervously chuckled, “Yeah–uhm–I love parties.”

“I hope you have fun celebrating our shelter’s anniversary,” she smiled at him.

He awkwardly raised both of his fists up to his chest, and since his other hand was holding yours, it lifted it up as well, “Yay…furries…?”

You snorted at his failed attempt at being enthusiastic. You looked around to look for something before turning your attention back to Kaye, “Is Bam still here?”

She lit up and nodded right away, “Yes, he is. Do you wanna see him?”

You gasped in excitement as you nodded your head quickly. On the other hand, Jeongguk was still bewildered over the fact that he couldn't believe he was doing the lord’s work. It looked like he wasn’t filling in the fake boyfriend role anymore – he was acting like a philanthropic bachelor right now.

The scent of animals and a bit of antiseptic filled his nostrils. When he was a boy, he had always wanted to have a dog. However, his parents discouraged him from the idea, saying that he wasn’t responsible enough to care for another being. It made perfect sense, even though he wanted to have one now that he lives on his own, he couldn’t find the energy or time to look after a pet.

Very much perplexed as to where both of you were headed next, he obediently trailed behind you, still hand in hand. He leaned in forward to whisper, “Who the fuck is Bam? Are you cheating on me?”

You lifted a brow at him when you glanced behind him, “What’s wrong with you?”

When you and Kaye stopped walking, he also halted his steps, almost bumping into you. Both of you nodded when Kaye excused herself, “I’ll go get him for you. Please, stay here for a while.”

Both of you waited patiently. He looked around the caged units and found sad looking dogs that were probably rescued by the shelter on some random street they found them. When he looked to his right, there was a funny-looking chihuahua who had its tongue stuck out which made him chuckle.

Following his gaze, you smiled at the dog he was staring at, “That’s Beans. She’s cute, isn’t she?”

Jeongguk had an amused look as his eyes wandered around. He nodded his head with a pursed lip, “Yeah, she looks like you.” You glared at him, sticking your tongue out, which made him laugh, “If you were a dog, I wouldn’t even adopt you myself.”

You were about to retort something you thought was smart, but Kaye had finally returned with a small puppy bundled in her arms, “Look who’s here to see you, Bam.”

You could’ve sworn your heart melted as soon as your eyes landed on the puppy. When Kaye gently handed the puppy to your arms, you let go of Jeongguk’s hand with lips parted as you carried him with so much care. If Jeongguk couldn’t get any more bemused, seeing your reaction over a dog made him see a different side of you. 

“Hi, baby,” you lovingly cooed at the puppy, gently stroking his head before leaving a light peck on his head.

Jeongguk blinked at how soft you handled the puppy, and how your voice sounded so loving. Kaye looked at you and Bam endearingly with both hands to her chest, “Your donations have helped him get better, Y/N.Thank you for giving him another chance to live.”

You giggled, “Anything for this little guy.”

Jeongguk looked at you with wide eyes, “You donate?”

Kaye chimed, “Y/N has been our long-time donor here at the shelter, but it’s the first time she sponsored one of our rescues.” He watched the puppy leave small licks on your cute little nose, “Bam came from a puppy mill run by his abusive owner. It’s such a shame that someone could actually hurt a sweet boy like him.”

“They left him to die on the highway after injuring him,” you sadly mumbled.

This was one of the few moments Jeongguk felt a connection to an animal. Just like Bam, he was left on his own to fend for himself in the messy industry that preyed on young males, and what else they could offer other than their souls for a single project. His mother loved him from afar, while his father pushed him to work even harder than he already was. 

The way the media and public treated him left black and blue bruises all over his ego, but as time went on and he grew older, he learned how to mend his own broken bones. Sadly, his ways of coping weren’t healthy, more so, very destructive.

‘Would I make a good boyfriend if I got her a dog?’ he pondered.

“Why don’t you adopt him?” He softly asked.

You dejectedly looked at the puppy in your arms, “As much as I want to, I can’t. I don’t even have enough time in a day anymore.”

‘Nevermind,’ he internally grunted.

The event wasn’t much of a party. It was more of a small, intimate get-together for the shelter workers, donors, and their children. Predominantly, the shelter was for rescued stray cats and dogs. But as time went on, when new pet owners realized they weren’t made for taking in pets, the shelter started to take in rabbits and other animals that weren’t often surrendered. To maximize the facility’s space and donations, the workers made sure to re-home their rescues to more suitable owners. 

When you first asked Hoseok to split your salary with the shelter, he almost thought you were crazy for being too benevolent. And oddly enough, you were. You were right in the shelter’s favor if ever you decide to adopt, however, the best way of extending your care, for now, is through donations. Not once did you ever regret donating because, for you, love comes in four paws with floppy ears.

Jeongguk watched you laugh heartily as you played with the rescued animals – it was an honest to god, genuinely happy laughter he had never heard from you before. There he was, standing frozen and in awestruck, trying to push down the massive waves of butterflies that suddenly fluttered inside him as you sat merrily on the tiled floor. 

He slowly shook his head, with wide eyes, making his way to one of the shelter workers who both of you had interacted with earlier, “Ms. Kaye, could I talk to you for a second?”

Though she was surprised, she still delightfully nodded, “Of course, Mr. Jeon.”

You looked around to look for Jeongguk but he wasn’t anywhere, ‘he must’ve been bored here.’ This wasn’t the type of place or crowds anyone would usually find him in, but you were grateful that he still powered through nonetheless. Part of you wished the whole experience touched him in some ways, but then again, you never really know with self-absorbed people like him.

A little girl shyly approached you, cutting you in your train of thought, “Hi Ms. Y/N, my name’s Lily.”

Giving her a gentle smile, you extended your hand for her to shake, “Hi, Lily. That’s such a pretty name.”

Her eyes instantly brightened and shook your hand gleefully, “I saw you on TV the other day.”

You patted the space on your left and offered her to sit, “Really? I’m glad that you recognized me.”

She giggled as she comfortably sat beside you, “When I grow up, I wanna be a superstar like you!”

With a scrunched nose, you shrugged, “I’d say wait a little longer and enjoy your childhood for now.”

The industry is too dark for children like Lily. It is an open secret that some producers or directors often push their schemes to corrupt young minds in ways no adult should be doing to a child. You never really figured out how Jeongguk turned out the way he did, but you hoped nothing traumatic like that happened to him.

Spending a brief amount of time with him made you realize how hard he’s been trying to please everyone around him. Maybe somewhere along the way, he just stopped giving a fuck and burst into a fit of pent-up anger. If you had met under different circumstances, he wouldn’t be the asshole that he is today.

When the event had finally wrapped up, you thanked the shelter workers and mingled with the other families before they left. Still, there was no sight of Jeongguk anywhere. You slowly choked on your breath, assuming that he had left you already and that you had to go home on your own.

Y/N: Where are you? [12:00 PM]

Jeongguk: Are we in the clingy phase? [12:00 PM]

Y/N: The party just ended. We have to get going. [12:00 PM]

Jeongguk: Wait for me by the car if you’re that excited to go home [12:01 PM]

Jeongguk: Or I can hand you my keys and give me that valet treatment [12:01 PM]

Y/N: Really, Jeongguk? [12:01 PM]

Jeongguk: Yes [12:01 PM]

You chewed on the inside of your cheek with your eyes shut tightly, drawing deep breaths to calm yourself down a bit, “Okay, breath Y/N. It’s okay, it’s okay.”

He’s not leaving without me…right?

What if he does?

No – what if he already did?

Fuck.

People seeing you have a meltdown was something you never want to happen, so you decided to go ahead and wait for Jeongguk by his car. As you were walking towards his car, you thought about how you can calm yourself down a curb when you’re all alone later on.

God, he’s so unnecessarily annoying.

An hour had passed and you still patiently waited for him, sitting on a gutter as you kicked pebbles with so much boredom. If it’s any consolation, at least his car was still parked right where you left it. When you turned your head to the side, your eyes squinted with what looked like Jeongguk carrying a bundled sheet of blanket you couldn’t make out of.

As soon as he finally reached his car, your eyes grew in horror to see that the bundled blanket was actually Bam, “No! Go back, go back!”

Jeongguk’s brows furrowed as you pushed him around, which didn’t do much given that his frame was bigger than yours, “Calm the fuck down, you’re freaking my son out.”

“That dog you stole isn’t your son!” Your jaw dropped with brows arching in shock, “Go back in there and return him. Now.” When you pointed your finger in the shelter's direction, he only looked at your index indolently.

He frustratedly scratched his head, eyeing you intently, “I don’t know what kind of fucked up shit you heard about me, but I have never stolen anything in my life.”

“Then what’s this?” You exasperatedly pointed both hands at Bam with broadened eyes.

Jeongguk groaned with eyes shut, growing tired of having to explain himself to you, “If your pretty little head hadn’t gotten it by now, I adopted him.”

“You–what?” Your gaze flickered and your eyes blinked a few more times, still in disbelief that he would willingly adopt a dog when he couldn’t even look after himself properly. Lowering your head in confusion, you pondered the whole situation apprehensively, unsure why the shelter thought he would make a perfect adopter.

But as soon as you lifted your head, you found yourself esteemed with soft eyes at the sight of Jeongguk smiling admiringly down at Bam, who was playfully biting his finger. When he glanced over at you, he was beaming widely from ear to ear. And so, you let out a sigh and came forward to them.

“I’m sorry your dad’s an idiot,” you murmured while scratching the back of Bam’s ear, making him tilt his tiny head to your hands.

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Sentence: Is she better than me?

Mafia + Hybrid AU. Minor angst and major fluff!

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"Is she better than me?" You wonder quietly from your spot on the small couch in his office, immediately making him stop any movements at his desk.

"What?" He asks, unsure what you're getting at as he lifts his gaze to look at you.

"She.. His hybrid was trained with, you know, guns. She can protect herself and even him too!" You whine almost. "She's a proper guardian.. you know. She's what a German shepherd hybrid was supposed to be like." You continue, feeling his eyes on you. "Not.. soft and weak like me." You finish your rant, silence swallowing the room whole for a good moment.

"Come here, love." He sighs, moving his chair a bit away from his desk as he pats his thigh as an invitation. You take ot, albeit a bit hesitant at first, unable to properly look at him.

He's quiet, one of his hands keeping you steady while the other pushes the hem of your dress down your shoulder, thumb running over three dot-shaped scars. "You're very soft, that's true." He smiles before leaning forwards to kiss the scars, adjusting your dress properly again right after. "But you're not weak. You've protected me too, after all." He reminds you, and you shrug.

"I didn't really do anything though.." you argue weakly, making him softly smack your back once.

"You looked those people straight into their eyes and didn't move at all." He recites the past event. "You were my little heroine that day. Without you, I wouldn't be here." He tells you, and you shrug.

"But- don't you get tired of always making sure I'm fine?" You wonder, and he laughs, kissing your forehead.

"Never."

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... or Yoongi + mafia + hybrid + "it's okay baby, i'm okay, it's just a scratch, don't cry love" (spoiler: it's a gunshot not a scratch !!!!! :C)

the depths of hell:

pairing: human! yoongi x cat hybrid! reader

genre: fluff || mild angst || mafia au || hybrid au || non-idol au ||

summary: yoongi hates when you cry.

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: mentions of a gunshot wound, blood, mentions of death, crybaby! reader, very much grumpy x sunshine who only smiles for her type relationship

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You always found the question about where your loyalties lie a little peculiar. Though your answer had always been the same and will continue to be the same for whatever time you have left alive in this world. May death be stood at your front door tomorrow, or you live till old; you’re certain the answer to that question will never change.

Because sure, you weren’t a dog, you didn’t sit at your master’s feet like so many of your kind did that had crawled into this world, the shadows where people like Min Yoongi run chunks of the city, where merely his name is enough for those knowledgeable enough about the city’s mafia to be silenced. One looked at the jagged scar across his eye and his name fizzles out on your tongue until you’re choking on your words, his eyes piercing and picking your soul a part.

But no matter how much blood stains his hands, your loyalties will forever be his. You hadn’t crawled into the depths of hell, Yoongi had extended his hand, a kind offer to join him, and you’d taken it. Skipping through the gates as he laughed at your vibrance.

You’d always been stubborn, Yoongi liked to point it out sometimes, usually accompanied by a gentle smile on his face and an exaggerated pout from you; nothing a soft kiss can’t fix, because as much as Yoongi was in love with you, you will always love him double the amount.

Many of those in the same world as him, always laugh when you make it a point that no amount of riches, no shiny little jewels or promises of endless pleasure will ever make you part ways with Yoongi. Maybe holding your chin high by his side was a fickle game of life and death, where you constantly had a target on your head.

Though it was a risk you were willing to take for Yoongi, because if you were to ever die, as much as he hated the idea, then you’d much rather die by his side.

And no amount of him begging, falling to his knees at your feet with rough hands holding warm cheeks, will ever sway you to never step foot in this household again. No amount of sweet concern and tearful confessions will be enough, and maybe that made you selfish, ignoring Yoongi’s concerns, but sometimes being a little selfish is justified when it comes to the people we love.

Not only was your life at risk, but he’d made it very clear that every day he’d wake up never knowing if it was his last and you’d understood that; however, that didn’t make it any less daunting when he did come home injured.

You hear the front door slam shut, cat ears flickering at Yoongi’s heavy boots padding up the stairs. Heavy in the way you can hear his feet drag against the hardwood floors. Faint buzz of the alarms disarmed reaching you on the other side of the house.

You peek through the open door of the balcony into the bedroom when you hear his footsteps outside the room, clumsy when the door swings open, and you watch as he staggers towards the bed.

You smell it before you see it, thick metallic blood permeating the air, and your heartrate picks up; book long forgotten on the table as you stumble into the bedroom, eyes zeroing in on his blood covered hands—white shirt-stained red.

“Yoongi?” you dare ask, falling to your knees before him as he hunches over on the bed, eyes avoiding your gaze.

“I’m fine” he grunts, hand held over his stomach.

You swallow thickly, hands shaking as you try and pry his own hand away from his wound, “Yoongi please” you hiccup, his body becoming a blur of red behind the veil of tears, “You’re hurt, please”

And he can see the tremble in your hands, pearly little tears falling onto his slacks as you try and get a better look at his wound, only your body shakes as you sob, fingers barely holding onto his wrist.

“It’s okay baby, I’m okay, it’s just a scratch, don’t cry, love” he coos, “You know I hate to see you cry”

His spare hand pauses just above your hybrid ears when he sees it stained with blood, grimace painting his face and he can’t tell what hurts more. The heartache of seeing you cry, or the bullet lodged into his side.

“I’m not stupid Yoongs. I’m gonna call Taehyung” you push yourself up on shaky legs, cat tail wrapping around your thigh. Faux comfort doing nothing to ease the anxiety that’s thrumming throughout your body, heart wrenching at the thought of losing Yoongi.

“Stop panicking, my love” he watches as you throw the pillows off the bed, blankets shoved out the way when you can’t find your phone, another pitiful sob shaking your body as frustration bursts as your seams.

“I don’t want to lose you” you cry, back of your hand wiping your eyes.

And maybe if Yoongi didn’t feel like he was moment away from passing out, he would have found it funny how bossy you’d sounded over the phone, because no matter how late it was Taehyung needed to get to the house as soon as possible, your threats far from empty.

You’d pressed a towel to the open wound while waiting for Taehyung, babbling on about some bullshit Yoongi didn’t want to think about, eyes shutting at the sound of your voice; only slipping them open when he hears the sheer panic in your tone, worried he’d fallen unconscious.

“I love you” he murmurs, weak squeeze of your hand bringing a watery smile to your face as Taehyung patches him up, your tail whipping around behind you in mild distress with each uncomfortable groan he let out.

“He’s gonna be okay, right?” you blink up at Taehyung through wet lashes, fingers gentle as they brush Yoongi’s sweaty bangs away from his forehead.

“Yeah, just make sure he doesn’t pop the stitches and he should be okay”

Your small smile drops at that, “This isn’t funny” you snap when you see the wry smile on the doctor’s face.

“He’s a lot stronger than you think he is. He’d crawl out the depths of hell just so you weren’t alone, I doubt a shitty shot at his abdomen is going to stop him from coming back home to you”

“Why’re you still here” Yoongi pushes himself up, and you fuss over the pillows behind him, “Go home, Taehyung” he grunts.

Said man gives you a knowing look and you simply turn back to Yoongi, cat ears flickering when the bedroom door clicks shut.

“I’ll get a cool towel for you” you pick up his bloodied shirt on your way to the bathroom, running the tap cold.

“Come here, baby, I’ve had a long day. Let’s take a bath and cuddle, how’s that sound” he leans against the frame of the door.

You turn the tap off, “You’re meant to be resting, you know”

“I am. I know you have one of those shitty bath bombs you wanted to try out, go and choose with one you want”

“They’re not shitty” you smile, “Promise you’ll rest after a bath? I’m worried you’ll re-open your wound”

“Promise, my love. I feel like shit, we need to change the sheets as well” he grumbles, tugging his boxers off as you start to run the bath.

“I love you” you look up at him from where you’re crouched on the floor.

“I might just love you a little more”

Your tongue wets your bottom lip, “That’s impossible. I’d crawl out of the depths of hell for you too, just so you know”

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Butterflies

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: FLUFF + Strangers to Lovers + Woozi from Seventeen playing matchmaker

Word Count: 1.2K

A/N: Requested by anon for my follower milestone celebration! 

Yoongi was exhausted. His feet were dragging along the tile floors of the Hybe building, eyes blinking slowly as he tried to get his bearings after his international flight. The jet lag was kicking his ass, but his upcoming deadline for the project he was working on made him choose coming to the studio rather than passing out at home.  

Hearing two voices he wasn’t used to, he squinted down the hall, seeing Woozi laughing with someone outside of his studio door. Yoongi frowned, wondering what the producer from Seventeen was doing on the BTS floor. Woozi noticed Yoongi standing there with a confused expression on his face, giving his hyung a small head nod as a greeting.

“Hyung, what are you doing here? Are you looking for someone?” Woozi asked. Yoongi watched as the girl he was with turned to look at who Woozi was talking to.

“I, uh, guess I got off on the wrong floor,” Yoongi murmured, eyes never leaving the mysterious girl’s shocked expression as she stood frozen in place next to Woozi.

“Oh, well, maybe get some rest, hyung,” Woozi chuckled, opening his studio door for the girl to follow him inside. Yoongi took a step forward, his body moving before his mind could catch up. He didn’t want the girl to leave. He wanted to know her name, know her story. The door to Woozi’s studio closed.

Yoongi knew he had to see you again.

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