The Angst In This Fic Im Burning For Heejin, Little Mina Is Cute. I Like Where The Story Is Going, Especially

The angst in this fic 🥲❤️‍🔥🤌🏻 i’m burning for heejin, little mina is cute. I like where the story is going, especially with namjoon’s interest in her. That particular scene made me cry on the inside. I hope things get better for her. I am so invested in this fic, please give me more, i can’r find the other parts, where are they?

Give ME MORE!!! 🤌🏻🫶🏻

物の哀れ ( ‘the sadness of things’.)

Characters : Alpha! Jungkook x Omega ! OC. 

ABO Dynamics. 

Genre : Arranged Marriage / Temporary contractual Marriage. 

Warnings : Non- Con/ Extremely Dubious Consent . High functioning alcoholism. Genre related consent issues. 

Summary : A recently widowed Jungkook agrees to a contract marriage to keep his company afloat. His grief overwhelms him and it is hard to look at his new wife as anything other than an intruder . 

[  Author’s Note :  物の哀れ ~ Mono no aware can be translated as ‘the sadness of things’. It comes from the words 物 (mono – thing) and 哀れ (aware – poignancy or pathos). The ‘sadness’ in question comes from an awareness of the transience of things, as taught by Zen Buddhism. When we view something exceptionally beautiful, we might feel sad because we know it won’t stay so beautiful forever – but appreciation only heightens the pleasure we take in the beautiful thing in that moment. ]

Chapter 1

“There’s a dinner this weekend with the MD of Sankim Corp., He wants to discuss investing and his wife’s going to be there too. So maybe Heejin should come along as well, Jungkook. “ Namjoon’s voice was low and soothing, hands gentle as he lightly shook the man hunched over the dining table, fingers trembling as he carefully ate his cereal. 

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This...! I love this more than anything else, lindy you’re such a good writer, like hell, i would not tease him, but the idea is tempting, i discovered something and it makes me happy that i read this fic, thankyou so much for writing this. Tumblr writers should write more of fics like this!

repentance - knj | m

now, let’s imprint my name on that trophy and come back home - come back home, BTS

↳ summary- your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon, doesn’t like it when you flirt with other guys

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 6k

↳ pairing- namjoon x reader

↳ genre- smut, this is all smut, there is nothing but smut here, there is no god in this chili’s tonight. this actively takes us further from the light.

↳ warnings- very hard BDSM, name calling, degradation, humiliation, spitting, caning/spanking, collaring, bondage, squirting, overstimulation, impreg kink lmfao, face fucking,  Namjoon is a v sadistic dom but he is still sane, after care is important,

↳ a/n- well folks.  here it is.  The fic that pushed me past my comfort zone lmfafskadf.  i am 100% grateful to @sombreboy​ for assisting me with this and being silly as fuck in the google doc.  i could not have done it without his guidance lmfaooo.  this was requested by anon and i hope i did it justice and i rly appreciate getting sent things that make me write things i normally wouldn’t!  thank you for believing in me lmfao.  pls feel free to interact with me however u want bc i love you all.  Thanks for reading! namjoon if ur reading this pls forgive me

“I hope you had your fun, doll,“ Namjoon whispers harshly in your ear as you walk with him away from the dance studio.  You’re covered in sweat, hot, and still you’re shaking like a leaf at the tone of your boyfriend’s voice.

So maybe you broke the rules.  Maybe you danced with Jimin at practice a little too intensely, a little too provocatively.  Maybe you grinded up against the blonde harder than you should, making the dancer sport a tent in his pants.

And maybe you did it in front of your boyfriend, that man who loved and dominated you.

Is it too late to say oops?

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STARFLOWER - YOON JEONGHAN

word count: 6.6k…

pairing: jeonghan x gn!reader

synopsis: your guardian angel has come down to earth, what will happen?

genre/s: fantasy, angst, fluff, non-idol!au, guardian angel!jeonghan

warnings: bloody nose, fainting (once), religious mention, alcohol mention, brief depression, open ending

rating: pg-13

a/n: title is based off of starflower by raveena. this fic came to me as i was listening to been through by exo and i immediately saw potential in a oneshot! thank you a bunch to @hwasdollie for being the beta reader for this!! <3

The cold air kept you awake as you sat on the beach by yourself. You excused yourself from your friends’ wedding ceremony early, needing to detach yourself from everyone at the reception. They were all slowly becoming drunk and being around drunk people was never any fun for you. You weren’t one to typically wallow in your feelings, but seeing your ex marry the new love of his life would depress anyone. 

It seemed like just yesterday Hansol was asking you to marry him. But you were scared of commitment and knew that if you rushed into things neither of you would be happy. As they say, if you love them then you should let them go. And god, did you ever love Chwe Hansol. It just wasn’t destined to work for the two of you. But you were genuinely happy for him. At a certain point of the night though, it became overwhelming to see him glowing like the brilliant soul he is, while you stuffed down more finger food. 

So here now you are, seated in the sand with your shoes placed beside you. You burrowed your feet in the sand while picking up random seashells nearby. The sound of the waves allowed you to drown out your own thoughts. Something about nature always calmed you. Additionally, it was a crystal clear night which made watching the stars sparkle even better. Especially when they reflected on the pitch black water with just as much glimmer. 

You spot a shooting star and quickly make a wish, prone to believing in superstitions. Closing your eyes and clasping your hands together, you wish for your own happiness. Your own romance. Before you can open your eyes, the assumed shooting star hits the ground. Even with your eyes shut, the sheer brightness of it is enough to notice from far away. 

Your feet moved in that direction before you could think, as if something was gravitating you towards the light. As you walk closer and closer to the light, it becomes warmer and warmer. Although you had no drinks tonight, it feels as if something intoxicated you. Your pupils were dilated and you could feel yourself becoming dizzier with each step. Still, an unknown force was drawing you in  instinctively. 

A figure’s silhouette could be seen standing and you assumed they came to check out the source of the light as well. If it wasn’t a shooting star, maybe you just witnessed a meteorite falling. The only thing that wasn’t adding up with this theory is that meteorites typically make loud noise from the impact of breaking into the atmosphere. Yet, this mysterious light didn’t make a single sound. Your logic went out the window as your curiosity got the better of you. 

Finally, you were close enough to the person to tap their shoulder. A man with hair slightly above the shoulder looked back at you. He took your breath away. Never had you laid your eyes on someone as beautiful as him. All of the words that came to mind to describe him were mesmerizing in some way. 

Alluring. Dreamy. Angelic. 

The moment the word angelic comes to mind, warm liquid drips out of your nose. You go to wipe it and look down at your hand to see blood. 

“Why hello there, Y/N.” His smooth voice sends chills down your spine. Before you could respond, the vision of his smile is the last thing you see before losing your consciousness. 

Once you come to, you’re in your hotel room. Wonwoo is sleeping by your bedside, hair still gelled from the wedding, but gradually falling apart. When did I get back into my room? More importantly, why is Wonwoo next to me? 

Tapping his hand lightly was enough for him to stir awake, “Wonwoo?”

“Y/N, are you feeling okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” Wonwoo checks over your body, looking for any injuries. 

“How did I get back here? Last I remember I was on the beach…” You trail off, confusion lacing your tone. 

“You don’t remember anything?” Wonwoo cautiously asked.

 You shook your head no.

 “Well, I saw you slip away and figured you went back to your room. But, we said we would game together and when I knocked on your door, you weren’t responding at all.” Wonwoo recounts, furrowing his eyebrows as he worries all over again. 

“Hey, it’s alright,” You reassure, putting your fingers on Wonwoo’s face to relieve the tension between his eyebrows. 

“But then, I called your phone and Minghao picked up. He said he found it on the beach. I mean it was next to your shoes, as if you left us. Minghao suspected the worst but I kept looking on the shoreline and found you passed out towards the rocks,” Wonwoo informs you, looking for any changes in your expression in recognition of your night. 

“Oh, I remember taking my shoes off to feel the sand on my feet. And there was a shooting star…and then a light…” You begin to recall your last memories. 

 “I mean, imagine how scared we were, Y/N!” Wonwoo half scolds half cries while hugging you. 

“Wonwoo, Wonwoo. I’m okay now though, look.” You attempt to calm him, unused to him being overly emotional. 

“Right, but you should still go to a doctor,” Wonwoo replies, gently taking the comforter off of you and looking around for his phone. 

“No, no. I really am fine. I swear! Thank you for finding me, but I think I just fell asleep. Really,” You emphasize the last really, not wanting to make this bigger than it already is.

“Y/N. You didn’t just fall asleep, I was shaking you and you still didn’t wake up.” 

“Freaky…?” You shrug, hoping Wonwoo would let you both move on from it. The stern look on his face proved your nonchalant attitude didn’t dispel his worries one bit. 

You try again, “How about a compromise? I’ll go to the doctors’ once we’re back home and report to you how it goes?”

In return, he tries convincing you one more time, before giving up. However much he was stubborn, you bested him at it tenfold. “Fine, but can I get you anything? You did eat a lot at the wedding, but that was hours ago,” He’s restless as he stands by your bedside. Knowing him, he wouldn’t rest assured until he did something, anything to help you. 

“You know I could definitely devour one of those breakfast sandwiches from the brunch place down the street later,” you suggest.

Before you could even finish your sentence, Wonwoo was putting on his jacket and shoes. “Your wish is my command.”

“Wonwoo, please. At least go back to your hotel room and take those contacts out and wear your glasses. You were sleeping when I woke up and we both know sleeping in contacts is a big no,” you request, feeling bad you made him feel so panicked. 

“I’ll do that after you get some food in you, don’t worry!” 

“What happened to my wish being your command? So wish number one, go wear your glasses and switch into something more comfortable. Maybe even go take a nice warm shower? I’m not hungry right now but I am tired, so I think I’m just going to rest for a couple of hours more,” you plan out, observing the bags underneath his eyes. 

Wonwoo makes his way over to the bed again and leans over to inspect your condition close-up. He stands straight again and crosses his arms, “I guess that works. But I’ll be back after you’ve had some rest, just text me, yeah?” 

You nod, “Here, if it makes your mind more at ease I can give you one of the spare keys,” you reach over to the nightstand and hand him a keycard. 

“Thank you, Y/N. You know I just worry.” He took the key softly from your grasp.  “Also nobody else knows about what happened. Well, besides Minghao, so don’t worry. I just told everyone that we had a gaming tournament going on instead of joining that scenic ziplining course.”

“Even figuring out an alibi for me? How’d I end up with the best friend ever?” You rhetorically ask, glad he covered for you so it was one less thing to worry about. 

“You are pretty lucky to have me…” He states, returning to his playful self. 

“Okay dork, see you later.” You retort, lightly throwing a pillow at him to shoo him away. 

He waves before heading out. You weren’t lying to him about being tired. You felt as if you were a bear preparing to hibernate, able to sleep through an entire season. That is, until a voice woke you from your groggy slumber. 

“Finally, he’s gone,” A voice yawned with a relaxed tone. 

Your eyes snap open, despite the tiredness you felt just moments ago. Your eyes darted across the room trying to find who it was, finally finding him near your window. It was the guy from last night. In the broad daylight his beauty was even more captivating. His hair was dark enough to match the night’s sky, his dark brown eyes reminded you of the vastness of black holes, so rich and vast that if you looked at him for too long you were afraid you would succumb to any and every demand he had. 

“You’re the guy from last night! How the hell did you get in here? No, I remember you saying my name before I passed out…how do you know who I am? Wait, you saw me pass out, why the fuck would you leave me there for someone to find?” Questions came one after another without ceasing. 

“Slow your roll, starflower,” The mysterious man replies, “I always forget how curious you are.”

“Curious? You suddenly showed up in my room. I think I’m allowed to ask questions. I’m being a lot more lenient in not calling security on you right now,” You snap back as you scramble out of bed and search for anything that could function as a makeshift weapon. Starflower?

“How do I put it… I’m your guardian angel.” He pauses for effect. “Or rather, I was your guardian angel. Let’s not stress over the fine details, though. The reason I couldn’t help you on the beach is that we are not allowed to interfere with human affairs,” He explains himself. 

“Guardian angel? You have got to be kidding me,” You reach over on the nightstand to the landline phone. Security can surely deal with this intruder. 

“Test me. Ask me something about your childhood that only you would know,” He throws bait to you, still not moving from standing in front of the window. 

“How did I get this scar on my hand?” You point at the faint scar in between your thumb and index finger, certain he wouldn’t be able to guess what happened. 

“You told everyone you got it from fighting with Mingyu, but really your childhood cat gave it to you. You loved making handmade collars when it was a kitten. As you were adding beads, the dangling ribbon enticed your cat and caused it to scratch your hand,” He answers, proud of himself for retelling in such detail.  

Your grip on the phone weakens slightly as he shares the truth about your childhood. You ask a different question, “Who was my first love?” 

He answers correctly once more, “Wonwoo. Again, you always lie and tell people it was Hansol.” 

His responses proved he somehow knew you, though you were still suspicious of him. 

“So you’ve been protecting me my whole life?” You ask skeptically. You weren’t opposed to the idea of beings such as ghosts and angels existing, but this new reality was just sprung upon you. 

“Sort of,” he begins, “we are assigned a human to protect from our birth. Our bodies age at the same rate as humans, but mentally, I’m several millennia older than you. Guarding for guardian angels is quite an ironic word. See, we are only able to watch, not help. I couldn’t interfere with your life, but I did. Hence why I’m here.” 

“So, I have a fallen angel by my side?” You inquire, having his story sound all too familiar to what you’ve heard about fallen angels. 

He winces at your words before quickly regaining his composure, “you sure are a straightforward one, huh?” 

“I mean I passed out when I first saw you and now you are in my room. Uninvited. You could kidnap me for all I know, and yet I’m the straightforward one?” 

He laughs at your summary of interaction with him. “I suppose when you put it that way, I am quite bizarre. But indeed, I am a fallen angel. I figured if I am banished from heaven, the best thing I could do with my time is ensure you are living properly with my assistance.”

An embarrassed realization hits, “Did you hear my wishes last night?”

“Which? The one about you wanting happiness or the one about you wanting romance?” He questioned, picking up on your embarrassment and prying on it even more. 

You direly wanted to change the topic. “What is your name anyways, angel?”

“You know it already, starflower. It is part of our bond.” He states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Let’s discuss Wonwoo, yes? Wonwoo has great potential for the romance you seek.”

“There’s so much to unpack with what you just said. First things first, what do you mean I know your name already? And why do you keep calling me starflower?” Your mind is racing a mile a minute trying to decipher what he was talking about. 

“Think hard, if you had to name me, what would you choose?” He uncrosses his arms, waiting for you to follow his instructions. “As for your nickname, that shall remain a secret for now.”

You go through several names mentally, none of them sticking. Until, a name practically jumps out saying call me by this! Call me by this!

“Yoon… Jeonghan?”

He smirks, pleased with your success in finding his name. 

“Anyways, Jeonghan you have got things so wrong. Wonwoo is my best friend and roommate, not a potential love interest. I’m pretty sure Wonwoo would gag if I asked him out on a date,” you scoff, entertained by how off the mark your alleged guardian angel was. 

“Angels can detect people’s true intentions. When he was oh-so worried about you, that was more than platonic love he was experiencing,” He revealed.

“Yeah…sure. But if you are so otherworldly, I assume you’re the reason why I passed out last night? Why I felt so drawn to the light?” 

“It is the truth, but if you choose to deny it I cannot stop you from doing so,” he shrugs. “Last night, I forgot to mask my power for humans to handle. I wasn’t expecting for us to meet, and I surely wasn’t expecting you to be the one to find me first.”

“What was your plan then?”

“To land, probably find somewhere to live, then slowly work my way into your life,” he lists off his old plan, looking elsewhere as if daydreaming about it. 

“I see,” You were still trying to process everything he was telling you.

A knock on your door interrupts the conversation. 

“Y/N?” Wonwoo knocks on your door, waiting for your reply.

“Come on in, Woo,” you invite him, knowing he still has one of your keys.  

“I got you a sandwich from that place you wanted to try! They stopped selling breakfast sandwiches at noon though so I ordered the one I thought you would like the best. Who were you talking to by the way?” 

“Jeonghan-” you point at the window only for Jeonghan to be gone. 

Wonwoo's eyes drifted toward the direction you were pointing, only to be equally confused when he saw nobody. 

Thinking quickly, you grabbed your phone on the nightstand, “I pointed because, um, we were talking about the ocean! I just finished my phone call with him though.” 

“Gotcha,” Wonwoo replies with doubting eyes but deciding to leave it be. He quickly sat down beside you in bed, still worried that you might have a concussion.

Mingyu’s heart had been broken once again by someone he met off Tinder and being the loyal childhood friend you were, you offered to console him over food and drinks. What wasn’t in the plans for the night was you getting drunk alongside him. 

“Y/N, text me when you’re home safe!” Mingyu’s voice booms through the streets as he waves from a distance. 

“Sounds good!” You shout back, flailing your hand to wave goodbye to Mingyu as his sister helps him into the passenger side of her car. 

Your apartment wasn’t too far from the restaurant that you and Mingyu met up at, which is why you were walking home alone. The sun started setting about an hour ago, resulting in a fairly dark night sky. 

The walk was less than ten minutes, you knew that. It still didn’t stop you from getting tired halfway through. You sat on a curb, trying to collect yourself before heading home. Sure, you and Wonwoo were both grown adults, but that didn’t stop his worrying whenever you came home tipsy. Your eyelids became heavier and heavier until you fell asleep, with your head on your knees.

Before you fall fully asleep, you hear someone’s footsteps approaching you. Even in your not-so sober state, you hurriedly find your wallet and open it for the stranger in front of you. 

“I only have forty dollars in cash, here take it,” you mumbled while handing them the money, not once looking up. 

“What are we to do with you?” A voice you recognize makes you spring up from the curb. The speed in which you get up nearly makes you sick, resulting in sitting down once again. He crouches down in front of you. 

“Jeonghan!” You put both hands on his shoulders, “I thought I hallucinated you! I mean you drop the bomb that you’re my guardian angel and then I don’t see you for two weeks!” 

Jeonghan plays along with your drunken state, “Oh, I’m mean, aren’t I?” 

“Yeah, you’re a big meanie!” You childishly retort. 

Jeonghan nods his head in agreement, enjoying this version of you. He watched you grow up, but watching and actually being a part of your life were two very different things. 

“I didn’t know you were this cute, human.” 

Being drunk always gives you a boost of confidence, “You’ve seen me since birth haven’t you! I was born this cute!” You put your hands on your hips to show off your charms for Jeonghan. 

He can’t help but chuckle at your behavior and how wildly contrasting you are from your first encounter. “Come on, I’ll help you get home,” he holds out his hand, waiting for you to take it. 

“Wait, you can’t disappear on me again! If you bump into Wonwoo, won’t you go away?” You reply. 

“I don’t like being seen by other humans that are acquainted with you. But, I’ll visit you again tomorrow. Just think of me and I’ll appear.” He promises. 

You tilt your head up and smile in satisfaction, taking his hand to head home. 

Jeonghan knocks on your apartment door with his free hand as he holds you up with his other arm. Wonwoo’s shuffling can be heard from behind the door which gives Jeonghan enough comfort to leave you alone. The beeping of the door opening causes you to look up at Wonwoo. 

“Oh? I’m home!” You announce giddily with your arms outstretched in a ta-da fashion. You kiss him on the cheek, another drunken habit of yours.  

Wonwoo’s face turns red. He was the biggest victim of your physical affection being your roommate and best friend, but being in love with you only made it harder for him to just write it off as drunken behavior.

“Y/N? God, for your health you need to drink in moderation!” He lovingly nags, opening the door wider for you to walk in. 

You stumble inside, sharing the events of the night with him as he untied your sneakers for you. “Mingyu ordered some Bacardi after dinner! What am I supposed to do, not drink with him?” 

Wonwoo simply shakes his head in disapproval, tapping your right knee lightly for you to lift your leg. He took off the shoe with ease and moved to the other foot. 

“I understand having a drink or two, but you have work in the morning,” He grunts, tapping your other leg as he takes off the remaining shoe. 

You stagger into the living room and collapse onto the coach, “No, I don’t. Tomorrow’s Saturday, silly.” 

Wonwoo grabs his phone and checks the date. You were right. “Still, drink some water and get to bed, yeah?” 

You hum, “Mm-hmm.” 

Wonwoo rolls his eyes before handing you a water bottle from the fridge, “Drink up.”

You twist open the cap of the water bottle as Wonwoo’s phone goes off, “Ooh, who is that? A new potential love interest?”

Wonwoo vehemently denies your speculation, “NO! I mean, um, no, it’s just Mingyu.”

You nod, satisfied, while sipping water. “Can you tell him I got home safe?” 

“Sure, go to bed though. And-”

“Make sure to sleep on my side, got it.” You finish his thoughts. 

As you lay in bed that night, your interactions with your guardian angel keep you up. He’s real. Jeonghan wasn’t an illusion. 

“Humans are so cute.” Jeonghan states while window shopping in front of a local boutique. 

“And why is that?” You humor him. Ever since the night when he found you drunk, Jeonghan and you made it a habit to have daily strolls in the morning together. Before the mundanity of the workday tired you out, you were able to converse with him and quickly became close.

He obtains the object that was once in the window with the snap of his fingers and holds it up for you to see, a Calico Critter. “I mean, what creative creatures you are to make something this cute!” 

“Jeonghan, put that back!” You order, unable to get over his powers. 

“You’re no fun,” he frowns, instantly making the Calico Critter go back to its original location as he resumes walking. 

You walk into the store, asking the owner if you could buy the item in the window. Jeonghan, still oblivious to this, looked at other shops’ windows and deliberated on what to grab and tease you about next. 

“Y/N, this suits you,” He turns to his side with a bracelet, only for you to be absent. It didn’t take long for you to catch up to him, displaying the new purchase on your palm. 

“I never said you couldn’t get it, I just didn’t want you to steal it with your powers,” You reason, grabbing his hand and placing the toy in it. You took note of the bracelet in his other hand, “Now is that bought or snatched again?” 

Within seconds he had returned it to its original location. Disappearing from your view completely. He waved his empty hands in front of you, “Returned.”

“That’s what I thought,” you triumphantly finish. 

“You’re no fun…” he starts again. 

“This is feeling like deja vu.” You scratch your head jokingly. 

“...thank you for the trinket though, I will cherish it.” His gaze was shifting all over the place, anywhere but your eyes. 

“You’re welcome, angel.” 

After a long day of work, you changed into your pajamas to unwind. It had been nearly six days since you last saw Jeonghan, but who was keeping track? You were trying your best to not be worried and finished work early which resulted in you getting home at 4:30 instead of the usual 6:30. 

 The neighbor next door kindly dropped off a variety of cookies for you and Wonwoo yesterday. Wonwoo took one bite of them earlier and texted that they were too sweet which only excited you. Wonwoo could handle spice really well while you loved overly sweet food, so whenever he said something was too sweet you knew it would match your palate. You grabbed a handful of cookies to accompany the glass of milk you just poured. 

With your snacks, you slid into your usual spot on the couch. Nothing beats lounging with dessert. The theme song to your favorite program began playing and you found yourself laughing in no time.

After the show, you tuned in to the highly anticipated drama that began airing last week. Its premise was of an angel falling for a mortal and since you now knew an angel, it seemed like a fitting show to watch. Not even twenty minutes into the new episode, you critiqued the show.

“That’s so inaccurate, Jeonghan doesn’t even have wings? Does he?” You mutter to yourself. 

Jeonghan managed to occupy more space in your mind than you’d like. Four months had passed since your first encounter with him, yet it felt like you knew him your entire life. While he had witnessed you growing up, everything about him was new to you. The way his high-pitched laugh was drastically different from his deep voice. The way in which he carried himself, his natural laid-back attitude alongside his affinity for teasing you. You couldn’t help but miss him when it felt like you knew everything yet knew nothing about him. He intrigued you unlike anyone or anything before. 

You turned off the TV, sitting in silence while thinking about Jeonghan. 

Another day passed without him. About an hour ago, dinner ended with Wonwoo as he called it an early night. You both knew he planned to game in his room until dawn, but could pick up that he wanted alone time. You, on the other hand, weren’t in the mood to game tonight. Since the weather was calm, you decided to take a brisk walk in the local park. This walk would also be an opportunity to talk to Jeonghan since you missed him, but you’d never admit that to his face. 

There were very few people in the park which surprised you since last time you strolled it was fairly crowded. 

“How do the stars look from up there?” You wondered out loud. 

Jeonghan appears out of thin air, “Brighter?”

You clench your grip on your tote bag, not once being able to evade him scaring you. His attempt to describe stars makes you laugh at his lack of sentimentality. 

“What a great way to describe it, Jeonghan.” 

“Well, I can always take you up there and you can enjoy the night sky from a view you’ve never seen before,” he offers, extending his hand out for you to hold. 

You were unaware that such a wish could be granted. You wanted to ask where he’d been or if he was okay, but asking was easier said than done. Taking his hand, you were still full of other questions before going. “Won’t the difference in altitude make me sick? Plus space is like a vacuum so it’s dangerous for humans, right? It all has to affect me somehow…” 

“As long as you’re with me, you’re safe,” He reassures you. 

You squeeze his hand, ready to go wherever he took you. That signal alone was enough for him to transport you both onto a nearby asteroid. 

The stars were seemingly limitless in quantity. Cameras don’t pick up on every detail that the human eye does, but the difference from satellite photos to what you were witnessing was crazy. 

“It’s breathtaking,” you sigh in awe at the abundance. 

“It is, isn’t it? Even we as angels don’t know how many different universes exist. The unknown is beautiful.” 

You stargaze together in silence, letting time slip away. 

Jeonghan cleared his throat after a while, “If we leave Earth now, you and me,” he begins, “the end will arrive.”

“End to what?”

“The end of your suffering, my starflower. We can just live here, you know,” He tempts. 

You sit in silence for a long while, weighing your options. Not having to wake up everyday and work your routine and mundane job. Not having to see Hansol with his new spouse. not having to stress about family drama back home…it all sounded too good to be true. 

“I can’t stay here, Jeonghan,” You refuse his offer, backing away from him. 

“Why not? Is this not what you have wished for? I can give you both happiness and romance. Convincing Wonwoo to come here should be no issue,” He proposes to bring Wonwoo as a friend. Hoping maybe you would sway at the mention of him. But it proved to be futile, as you only backed up from him even more. Jeonghan couldn’t help but think: What do they want then? What could be better than eternal happiness and love?

“Jeonghan, happiness here is too easy.  Human life is beautiful because of the successes and the failures. If I escape my life on Earth and stay here, such a desolate place, that’s not truly living.” 

Before Jeonghan can reply, a piercing nonstop ringing causes him to cover his ears. It was a sound he hated being all too familiar with. 

“Jeonghan, what do you hear?” 

“A call from heaven,” he explains, “I will transport you back to your place, you cannot stay here alone.” The fast pace of his words moved with the fast pace of his actions. Before you could protest, you were back in your living room. Alone.

“State your identification number,” the clerk orders him.

“1004,” Jeonghan obediently provides.

“Human-given name?”

“Yoon. Jeong. Han.” He makes sure to enunciate each syllable slowly. 

“The Great One’s mission?”

“To oversee humans’ happiness and protect them from harm,” He could recite the mission in his sleep. If angels did sleep. 

“Your overseer shall be with you in a moment,” the clerk informs him, not even sparing a glance as they move to the next person in line. 

A moment later in angel time is practically a month, but it only feels like a couple hours for humans. He was trying to be cautious of what time it was by you since he didn’t want you to worry too much. 

Your response to his offer was expected, but he couldn’t help tempting you. It’s the ideal life, a life that he wishes he could give you.

“1004, why have you gone against the Almighty and fled your duties?” The oh-too-familiar booming voice of his overseer transports him into the Judgement Room. This is worse than I thought.

“I want to stay with Y/N. Believe me, if I could take back my actions I would.” Jeonghan vowed. 

“You must repent for the sins you have committed,” His overseer doubles down, “just now, you have tempted them again in living with you.”

“I knew they wouldn’t accept. I was just fulfilling my own desires,” Jeonghan explains.  

“You never learn, 1004. You will always be selfish,” his overseer pulls out a scroll and begins to read the punishment for Jeonghan. 

Jeonghan experienced a searing pain on his left arm as a countdown was etched onto his skin. Branding was practically a death sentence for an angel. 

“Those are the days that you have left on Earth. Use them wisely.”

You rushed to his side, unable to hide your curiosity with what happened. 

“So, are they accepting you back as an angel?”

“Something like that,” he faintly smiles at you, watching you practically jump up and down in joy for him. 

How could he tell you the truth when you were so happy for him?

“That’s amazing, Jeonghan!” You beam. 

“You shine like the stars, Y/N.” His unexpected compliment startles you, but you quickly brush it off that he’s excited about being accepted again.

“Always a flatterer, Jeonghan.” You fake groan, secretly happy from his words. 

“What do you think our life would look like if we were both regular humans?” You ask Jeonghan. Wonwoo was visiting his family for the weekend, leaving the apartment to yourself. Well, you and Jeonghan. 

“Why do you ask that, my starflower?” He asks back, continuing to draw soft traces of circles on your body. 

“I don’t know…weren’t you ever curious? I know I’m curious about how I would act as an angel. I guess it could just be human nature to be greedy in imagining the impossible.” You speculate, going on a tangent near the end. 

He smiles at your curiosity. 

Soon, Jeonghan. You have to tell them soon. 

But he couldn’t bring himself to tell you, not after you had just opened your soul up to him. It would hurt too much. So he promised himself that he’d tell you a different day. 

Although Jeonghan was a fallen angel, he was still able to watch your life play out in real-time. As the countdown number on his arm dwindled down it became much more difficult for him to put up a front with you. He relied on watching you from afar, a skill he utilized for most of his life. As more days passed, the pain became more constant and unbearable. The mark was invisible to the human eye, one aspect he’s thankful for. 

Jeonghan waited for the clock to turn midnight. The second it did, the scorching sensation became present on his left forearm without fail. The number slowly and excruciatingly was rewritten from 3 to 2, indicating he only had two days left on Earth. Two days left with you. Knowing his time is nearing to a close is one thing, but the fact that he would never see you again weighed down on his heart more. 

Tears trickled down his face one by one and he let himself feel his emotions until there were no more tears left to cry. He knew angels were unable to stay on Earth, but for some reason he thought the higher ups would make an exception. He wanted to stay by your side, but the inevitable was bound to happen.  

“Should we go to my hometown?” You excitedly ask Jeonghan as you take another morning stroll together. Except this time, it was the early morning. You were unable to fall asleep and  He had taken you to a nearby beach, making sure it wasn’t going to be crowded. 

Today’s Jeonghan’s last day. With every fiber of his being he wanted to visit your hometown, but he was afraid of disappearing before you made it there. It was evident that he was absorbed in his own thoughts, still not answering your suggestion. 

He trips while walking but before he falls, you catch him. As you catch him, he grabs his stomach, clearly in pain. “Jeonghan? What’s going on?”

He could only look at you with a pained expression before breaking the news, “I have to go back now.” 

A bright white glow emits from his arm. This was wrong, he didn’t seem happy about going back…

“Can’t we go together?” You asked in a hurry. “This doesn’t seem right, I changed my mind! I want to go with you and we can live together!”

“Y/N, you know we can’t.” With each second passing, he was becoming more transparent. “You have to live here, and live happily for me. Prove that my time on Earth was worth it,” His voice started to fade as well. You were struggling to hear him, his words coming out softer than a whisper. 

“Jeonghan, don't leave, please! I miss you even if you’re gone for a day, please don’t leave me.” Your distraught pleads were met with silence. He was gone from this world. Yet, you were unable to stop calling out his name. The reality of his words were unable to reach you. 

“I have so much to tell you though,” You managed to say between sobs, “why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?”

Similar to the first night you found him, you felt yourself getting dizzy. One by one your memories with Jeonghan played in your head, like a montage. Yet after each memory finished, you found it harder to remember the previous one. Losing memories of Jeonghan was was your worst fear that you weren’t aware of until it was too late.

At times, you felt that something was off. The most aggravating part is that you could never quite place your finger on it. You found yourself waking up in the night often, wiping tears from your eyes. Waking up in a cold sweat was another regular occurrence lately. Your dreams always had a recurring person who would save you, but just as you were about to see their face, the dreams would be cut short. 

You went through each day simply going through the motions, incapable of figuring out what felt missing in your life. It was a sense of loss. But loss of what?

It felt as if you were a shell of yourself, unable to find joy in anything. Your friends and family had all been very understanding during this time, but each attempt to do anything was met with a greater lack of motivation. 

Wonwoo had accidentally spilled water on your Nintendo Switch. Sleepy Wonwoo with no glasses in the morning was a recipe for disaster. But his friend recommended this place, raving about the employees’ abilities so you thought to give it a go.

“Why hello there, Y/N.” A voice greets you as you walk into the electronic repair shop. 

“Do I know you?” You look the person up and down, certain you didn’t know them. 

“No, sorry about that! Your name is on your tote bag,” He explains, pointing to the bag hanging over your shoulder. 

“Ah, I see,” you reply, taking out the damaged gaming console. “I was wondering if you would be able to repair this anytime soon?”

“What is the issue?” He asks, inspecting the electronic.

“My roommate spilled water on it and didn’t realize until hours after…” You explain.

“Oh, it’s just water? That’s an easy fix! It would’ve been more trouble if the liquid was sticky or something. We should be able to get this back to you in about four days.” He diagnoses, providing an estimate to pick it up.

You smile wide, “Thank God! I’ve been worrying about if it would be broken forever.”

“No need to worry, you’re safe as long as you’re with me,” he promises.

An immense feeling of deja vu hits you, but not long before realizing what the employee said.

“You mean my Nintendo Switch, right?” 

“Right! Sorry it’s been a long day,” He smiles warmly at you. 

You’re positive that working in customer service requires one to try their best to please their customers, but his smile felt too intimate. The employee waits for you to say something, confused by your silence. 

“Sorry! How much will it be?”

“About $60. Can I have a number and name for the order? Your number is only us to contact you once your order is ready for pickup.” 

You share your number before introducing yourself, “I’m Y/N L/N. You are?”

His attention breaks from the computer in which he was inputting your information. “I’m Yoon Jeonghan. Nice to meet you, Y/N.” 

“Nice to meet you too, Jeonghan.” You reach out to shake his hand. He shakes it and you complete your payment before heading out of the shop.

Jeonghan watches you walk away, convinced that there was a soft warm glow around your body.

You still shine brighter than the stars, my starflower. 

Blog update.

I have not gone MIA, i’m here, just not reading fanfictions at the moment, but i’m here, just reading the book that is hyped a lot and it seemed intriguing, so thought why not give it a try?

Haunting Adeline is horror in words, and scary, but it’s good that I have the power to choose not to read it when I don’t want to, i’m at chapter seven, can’t lie and say that i don’t like zade, I do, he’s amazing, i need that fucked up shit, and Adeline is meh-meh heroine, but the author’s writing is good, so i’m gonna read more, even it that means, i need to take breaks and read the damn book!

be my baby | myg sm au

banner by: @ppersonna​

🖇 synopsis:

— when the love of his life suddenly vanishes, he drives himself mad looking for her. seemingly erased from the world, he’s forced to pick up the pieces of his life and move on… fast forward three years and someone who looks a lot like the woman he lost is being spotted, holding a kid with an oddly familiar gummy smile…

pairing: rapper!yoongi x mom!reader

fic type: social media au

side ships: taekook, 2seok(?), namjoon x oc.

genre: idol au | heavy angst, with a pinch of fluff. there’s some smut too!!

disclaimer: mentions of alcohol abuse/addiction. pls don’t read if you’re sensitive to the topic or if it could be triggering!

status: completed.

updates: everyday.

A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!

parts:

prologue

character profiles: yoongi nd company

character profiles: yn nd her babies

part one: no dramatics

part two: new follow

part three: answer me

part four: no bullshit

part five: looks different

part six: preparing him

part seven: fucking mess

part eight: head over heels

part nine: who are you?

part ten: blind date

part eleven: cheese fries

part twelve: need rescuing

part thirteen: best friend

part fourteen: the zoo

part fifteen: no excuse

part sixteen: teach me

time jump: not soulmates

part seventeen: absolutely stunning

part eighteen: still in love

part nineteen: you’ve changed

part twenty: forever thing

part twenty-one: what now

part twenty-two: regret it

part twenty-three: interesting night

part twenty-four: okay, daddy

part twenty-five: delicious man

part twenty-six: be all, end all

part twenty-seven: both of us

part twenty-eight: more than ready

epilogue (1)(2)

end

drabbles

All in My Head (Jungkook x You ONESHOT)

Thankyou for the request anon! I am not sure if this is the way you wanted the story would go but I had so much fun writinmg it. hope you like it! :)

A/N: and keep those requests coming in guys! especially those song based ones (it doesnt have to be, though). I always have fun writing requests

MASTERLIST

Jeon Jungkook’s wife.

Something you have always wanted to be.

Something you have always dream of.

But its something you know wont ever come true.

Until today.

As you looked at the handsome man who is impeccably dressed in a black suit standing in front of you at the altar, you slowly pinched yourself to checked for the nth time that this is not just another one of your vivid day dream.

Its your wedding day. And you are marrying Jeon Jungkook. Your best friend who you have been in love with for years. Its supposed to be the happiest day of your life. The most joyful experience a girl can ever have. But when Jungkook looked at you with his dark obsidian eyes, void of any emotions while he slipped on the ring on your shaking finger, your marriage ring that will bound the two of you for eternity, only then you remembered that this is not the fairytale you had always wished for. Jungkook is not here, marrying you, own his own will.

Your marriage was arranged.

And Jungkook hates and blames you for it.

There was no loving hugs or kisses after the two of you were married, only polite nods and formal greetings to the guests. Jungkook wanted to keep the wedding small, only inviting close friends and relatives as he told you to keep the fact that you are married from the media a while longer. Although you heart breaks thinking about how Jungkook really hates the fact that he’s married to you to the point he is keeping it a secret from everyone, you still meekly agreed to each and every one of his condition.

As long as you still become Jeon Jungkook’s wife.

Jungkook swing opened the double doors to your new marriage home, a pent house at one of the most expensive building in the city, a gift from the both of your parents who is the most happiest to finally get their two children together.

“So… this is home,” he said as he walked in, placing the suitcases on the floor. “You like it?” you paced around the huge living area and look out from the ceiling to floor windows that lined the walls, exposing the night scenery of the city.

“I do. Its beautiful,” you whispered as you turned to looked at him. Your husband. The reality of this very fact still sounds unreal to you. “Jungkook. We-”

Jungkook akwardly cleared his throat and cut whatever it is you were intending to say.

“Erm so why dont you go freshen up or take a bath first, its late and I’m sure you are already tired,” you dropped your gaze to the floor and gave a slow nod before making your way to your bedroom. After you had a long refreshing bath, you opened you suitcase that has been pre packed for you by your mother, only too find hundreds of neatly folded pieces of various types of lingerie and nighties.

Is she crazy? What am I supposed to do with all this? This is fit for someone’s wedding nigh- wait. It is my wedding night. Should I?

You thought to yourself as you turned and run your fingers through the delicate multicoloured laces and silks, each piece only making your face warm up in embarassement. After pondering for a moment on your next move, you finally decided to just go for it. Jungkook and you are married after all, and he is a man. You nervously reached out for the most modest design, well as modest as a scrap of lace can be, a black set and hurriedly putting in on before covering yourself with a matching, barely covering anything robe. You tidied up the rest of the room, spritz on some perfume and sat nervously at the corner or the bed, waiting for your husband to finally join you. After the longest 30 minutes wait of your life, Jungkook finally walked in, hands busy trying to put on his jacket.

“Y/N, I-” he stopped when he sees the what you are currently clad in and gave you the once over, his eyes lingering all over your body, causing you to blushed a crimson red. “Oh,”

“I…uh.. ah, I have been waiting for you,” you slowly told him, feeling embarassed beyond belief. Would he think you are just embarassing yourself? What if he this is not his style? What if he dont like it? Should you change?

Jungkook run his tounge on his bottom lips and scratch the back of his neck. “I… I just came in to tell you that I’m going out for a while. I’ll be late. Dont wait up,” he informed you before quickly exiting the room and the apartment, leaving you alone and stunned by his unexpected reaction. You just sat there, unable to move, pulling the robe tighter around your yourself to cover your body as much as you can as you feel the hot tears start to trinkled down your face.

Did your husband just left you alone on your wedding night?

The sinister thoughts stayed with you the whole night until you wake up the next morning, only to find a cold empty space beside you, a sign that Jungkook didnt even bother returning home the night before.

Guess I should stop thinking about you all the time

You flicked through the channel and stop at some entertainment news after you had your breakfast. Alone. You dont know where Jungkook is and you are not sure if you are allowed to call and ask him about it. Would it just pissed him off?

You wonder where he is. Is he safe? Who is he with? Is he with the boys? Does he have a schedule today? Have he eaten? You shake your head to get the thoughts of him out from your mind. Jungkook has been your best friends for years, and you have been in love with him ever since you can ever remember. Being in love with a well sought after idol is really the best way to inflict pain on yourself when you have to see and listen to him talked about his latest conquest for the week, or sometime even for jusy the night. You always plastered on the brightest smile you can muster and act like the supportive best friend that you are, wishing that you he will one day see you that way.

Sometimes you cursed yourself for self inflicting the pain of loving him onto yourself. You told yourself to stop thinking about him all the time, but the effort never fruitful. Thoughts of him always plagued your mind like a disease without a cure. You thought you are doomed for eternity, forever loving someone who will never reprocicate your feelings, until both of your parents dropped the news of the arranged marriage, taking the both of you by surprised. You were shocked when Jungkook didnt put out any fighy, but instead seems to willingly agree with it, although he is nonchalant about the whole thing. You on the other hand are overjoyed. You are going to marry Jungkook, and right then, it doesnt matter if its arranged. Jungkook is your best friend, the two of you will make the marriage work. You are sure you will. Nothing could go wrong.

Or so you thought.

I see you with her and it crushes me inside

Your thoughts were interrupted when the TV screen changed and showed a video of your husband, from the night before. Apparently he spend the whole night at the club celebrating his alleged girlfriend’s birthday. There were rumors about them being together, even before the two of you were married. You had asked him about it once but he just shrugged and didnt give you any straight answer  The screen changed again to show Jungkook and Nara, snuggling againsts each other, laughing and drinking with their friends while answering some of the reporter’s questions. You quickly clicked the off button, turning the TV off and try to calm your shattered heart that is beating rapidly. You can feel the tears stinging the back of your eyes, struggling to get out.

So that is where you went on our wedding night.

The thought crushes every part of your being and you can no longer held back your tears and finally let it flow freely down your face.

Maybe this is what I needed maybe this is a sign Maybe I’ve been blind to reality baby tell me

You finally woke up from your curled up form on the couch after hours of crying over Jungkook and trying to sooth your broken heart. All this while, you thought by being married to you, he would at least try to stay loyal, dropping the girls he always took home before. You are, after all, not just some random girl. You are his best friend.You thought, he would at least respect that. That maybe in time Jungkook would learn how to love you.

But you thought wrong.

The marriage is only something he has to do to pleased his parents, and definitely nothing more.

As the images of Jungkook and Nara flashes in your mind, you realized that there is no point in hoping for the relationship to go anywhere anymore. This is the sign you have been waiting for. Jungkook doesnt love you, and he never will.

Maybe its really finally time for you to get over him.

Every little glance my way Every time you wanted to hang You seemed so interested

You tried your hardest to push your feelings aside. Trying not to show Jungkook any sign that you are hurting. You and Jungkook only exchanged akward greetings here and there during breakfast and dinner, and on the rare occassion that he’s actually home, he will usually spent the night in his little work room or slept the couch. Your heart ached everytime you thought about how he rather sleep on an uncomfortable couch than spend the night sharing a bed with you.

Where did it all went wrong?

The two of you used to be so close. And this marriage ruined everything.

You sighed as you stabbed your already limp piece of pancake, drenched in syrup.

“Hey… you okay?” Jungkook’s voice startled you. He sounds so careful, as if he is afraid to talk to you.

“Yea.. yeah. Just a lot on my mind,” you give a quiet reply before shoving a big piece in your mouth. Jungkook looks closer at you and cleared his throat.

“I.. um, we are having a break since promotion season is over,” he breaks the silence. You raised your eyes to met his, who is already staring at you. You can feel your heart beat faster. There is no way in hell you will ever get over him. Its never going to happen. “And I thought… maybe we can spend more time together. You know, hanging out like we used to?”

You almost choked on your pancake at his suggestion. The two of you has been akward with each other ever since your wedding, barely saying a word to each other, and now he suddenly wants to hang out?

“What do you say? We are, first and foremost, best friends before we are husband and wife Y/N,” he grinned at you, flashing his bunny like smile that you had missed. You ponder on his suggestion for a moment before finally agreeing with a smile.

“Yes Jungkook, that would be nice,”

Could you tell me was it real or was it all in my head

True to his promise, Jungkook spend his time with you just like the old days. He still do sleeps in his work room or the couch, but at least the conversations were no longer akward, the house is no longer silent, but instead is filled with teasing and laughter.

All thoughts of Nara and the way he just left you on your wedding night dissappeared from your mind, replaced by the smiling Jungkook in front of you. Since your marriage is still kept a secret from the public, most of your activities includes eating take aways while watching old sitcom reruns, competing against each other in video games, which Jungkook always wins and watching late night movies until you accidentally fell asleep in his embraced a few times. You could not have been happier. Everything is finally falling into place. Your marriage is working out so well, its surreal, making you wonder if this is all real or just a friction of your imagination.

“Thankyou Jungkook,” you beamed at him one night while sitting on the couch beside him. He smiled back at you, reaching to carress your cheek.

“What for?”

“For spending time with me. Like we used to,”

“Of course Y/N. Nothing is going to change between us just because we are married,” his hands keeps carressing your cheek and you close your eyes, leaning in into his touch. After a few moment of silence, you opened your eyes to see him staring right at you. Eyes so deep it feels like he is lookong straight into your soul. You take the chance and looked back into the doe eyes of the man you love so much.

“Jungkook… I…..This feelings I’m having… These weird chemistry I’m sensing between us…Please tell me if its really real? Or am I just imagining things? Is this all only in my head?” you finally find the courage to ask him the question that has been burning at the back of your mind for years. Jungkook’s gaze didnt falter as he continued to stare into your eyes, taking in your features as his hands keeps on carressing your hair.

“Y/N, I-” he didnt get to finished his sentence when his phone rang, breaking the moment. Both of you snapped back into reality as he fumbled to answer the call.

“Yes hello? What? Okay, I’ll be right there,” he quickly stands up and gather his jacket.

“Jungkook, whats wrong?” panic surged through you as you saw how disheveled he seems after the call.

“Nara. She’s in trouble. I need to go,” Jungkook quickly exited the door and slammed it shut, not looking back or even bothering to wait for your respond.

“Oh… okay. Stay safe Kookie…” you softly whispered at the empty apartment as you slide down further into the couch, feeling the warmth of the spot where Jungkook used to be.

She’s so pretty you two look so great

You were awaken a few hours later to find yourself had fallen asleep on the couch after Jungkook left. The front lock jiggles and you peeked your sleepy head at the door.

“Jungkook? Are you back? Is Nara ok-” you dont need to finish your question as your husband stumbled in carrying a drunk Nara, helping her up by hugging her tightly by the waist. You felt you heart ache at the scene. Even while drunk, Nara looked so beautiful in real life compared to what you always sees on TV. No wonder your playboy husband chose her out of his many girls, as his girlfriend. They are a perfect match for each other. Complementing each other in every way.

“Do..do you need help?” you asked, standing up and akwardly fiddling with your hands.

“No. Its fine. I just need to change her and clean her up a little,” your eyes bulged. Change her? But you didnt dare to say anything. “I’m going to take her into our bedroom, since its more comfortable. Do you mind sleeping outside today?” Jungkook asked but not bothering to wait for a respond as he is already about to close the door.

“Yes, I guess…”

You stood there stunned. Jungkook himself have never slept in your marital bed, and the first time he’s doing so, he is doing it with a drunk Nara.

He is just helping her. Nothing is going on.

You quickly wiped your tears and prepared yourself a place to sleep on the couch, curling yourself into a ball under your blanket, pushing all thoughts of your husband with another girl in your bed right now.

Was it real or was it fake? Was it all a mistake? Boy, I just gotta know was it all in my head, all in my head?

That night, apparently, doesnt seem to be the only night Jungkook ran out to rescue Nara and bringing her back, drunk, to your room. In fact it happened almost every week. You have given up all hopes that you and Jungkook would ever care enough about your feelings to see how much you are hurting by his actions. You are sure now that the feelings and chemistry you felt night between the two of you is just another one sided moment in your head. Jungkook doesnt feel anything.

He never did. He never will.

You are even more sure when he promised to celebrate your birthday with a simple romantic dinner for two at home. You slaved all day to create the perfect meal. Although its your birthday, you wanted to cooked for your husband on your special night and hoping that this night will erased all the unpleasant events that occured recently because of Nara.

Jungkook called to tell you that he will be a little late as the boys wanted to do one last practice round before ending the day. You decide to use that to your advantage and take your time to perfected your outfit, hair and makeup. You wanted to look beautiful for Jungkook tonight. You are going to find out once and for all if the chemistry you felt between the two of you are for real or is only a make believe in your head.

You are going to tell him you love him.

You waited for him, rearranging the dinner table multiple times, anxious, nervous and excited for his return. But one hour turned to two, turned to three and four, and when its official he is more than seven hours late, you know he’s not coming. You blew off the candle and start to clean up the food, not even bothering to hide the fact that you are crying anymore when the door finally opened, revealing Jungkook and of course, staggering by his side, Nara.

You just stare at the door, no longer interested to say anything. To be honest, you had already had expected it. Of course he would be with his girlfriend on your special day.

“Y/N, hey. I-” Jungkook stopped in his tracks when he saw how you are beautifully dressed, with a ruined makeup because of your tears and your now messy hair, cleaning the table that’s supposed to be the main event of the night. He stumbled a little with Nara’s weight on his shoulders, trying to get closer to you.

“Y/N. I’m so sorry. I know I promised and I know you waited for me. But Nara, she-”

“Its fine Jungkook. Its always Nara. I know,” you cutted him off, no energy left to fight or even listen to his explanations. “Just take her to the room like you usually do. Not like you ever ask me if I’m okay with it in the first place,” you turned and start to continue cleaning the table.

“Y/N please. Its not like that. I-”

“It’s my birthday Jungkook, and my only wish right now is to not hear you talk or see you tonight,” you looked straight into his eyes with your cold ones, sending shivers to his spine before spinning on your heels and turned away.

Time for me to move on now it was probably just a silly crush anyway But I just cant help but think that we, we could’ve had something

Jungkook woke up the next morning from the couch in the bedroom, stretching his body, feeling exhausted, to see Nara stirring on the couch, slowly waking up from her drunken night.

“Hey, feeling better?” Nara rubbed her temples and nodded.

“Yeah. Thanks again Kookie. I’m sorry I have been such a nuisance lately. Thankyou for always be here for me,” she leaned in and gives him a kiss on the cheek, making him winced. “I’ll should get going now,” she quickly grabbed her things and make her way out. Jungkook immediately make his way outside, only to find the apartment eerily empty. Silent. You will usually be out whenever Nara slept over, but there is always trcaes of you left. A dirty cereal bowl in the sink, a simple breakfast for him under on the table or the faint smell of coffee. But not this time. There were no traces of you anywhere. He scratched his head, wondering where might you have gone to. He wanted to have a long serious talk with you today. Its finally time to make his feelings known.

He stumble his way to the kitchen, figuring he needs a hot cup of coffee to straigthen his mind when he saw a note left on the counter in your handwriting.

Jungkook,

Being your wife has always been a dream of mine, but I know now the reality will never be as beautiful as the dream. Maybe I’m just better suited to stay only as your best friend. With that being said, I’m applying for a divorce.

I will be coming to collect my things in the next few days.

Y/N

“A divorce? No no no. This cant be happening,” Jungkook shakes his head and crumpled the paper, throwing it away to try and released a bit of his anger. He needs to find you. There is no way in hell he is letting this happen without talking to you first.

Did you ever feel the same? Was my mind just playing games? Boy, I just gotta know was it all in my head, all in my head?

You tip toed inside the apartment. You had call the company and check Jungkook’s schedule in advanced before deciding to come and collect your things. Leaving Jungkook was the hardest decision you have ever made, and you know all your determination will crumble down if you ever see his beautiful face again. Once you arrived in the bedroom, you open the suitcase that is still half filled with the unused lingerie. You looked at them with sadness, memory of your wedding night came back, making you more convinced that what you are doing is the right decision. You looked around the room and start to grabbed everything of yours that you can see and toss it in the suitcase. Organizing can be done later. You need to get out of here as fast as you can.

“What the hell do you think you are doing Y/N?” you frozed. Shit, Jungkook’s home. You summoned all the courage you have left and put on a brave face before facing him.

“Arent you supposed to be in practice?”

“I didnt feel like it,” his answer is short and leave no room for argument. “Besides, someone from the company told me that my wife calls and ask about my schedule today. So I figured maybe my wife needed something at home, so I rather be home and wait for her than staying in a room, sweating my ass off with six other boys,” he starts to walk closer with painfully slow steps, eyes boring into your statued figure.

“Erm, I-”

“Did you really think they wouldnt tell me if my wife calls Y/N? Hmm?” Jungkook is right in front of you now, his hands reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. You flinched.

“I didnt think you told anybody that you were married except for the members Jungkook,” you replied back, eyes staring back into his, not backing down although he can see you are starting to shake. He chuckled.

“What? Why would you think I’m hiding you? Keeping you a secret on purpose?” you let out a snort at that and pushed him away, continuing to toss your things inside your suitcase.

“Isnt that what you are doing? You wanted a small wedding, hidden from everyone, you dont allow me to tell anyone about us, not even my friends! Just so you can continue to be all sickeningly sweet with your girlfriend, without the pressure of people knowing that you are someone’s husband, isnt that right?” you scoffed. You dont care about Jungkook’s feelings anymore. You are tired of being heart broken. You just want to get over all this, over him and move on with your life. “Well, guess what Jungkook, you are free now. The divorce will be finalized soon and I will stop getting in your way,”

“Wait,” Jungkook raised a hand, shaking his head and he looked shocked. “Is that what you think I’m doing all this while? Hiding you because I want to be with Nara?”

“What am I supposed to think Jungkook?” you sighed as you tossed a bottle of your perfume in the suitcase, frustrated with him. Why is he acting as if he doesnt know what he did? What kind of games is he playing with you now? “You didnt want to marry me remember? You were only doing it because you have to. Having to give up your throng of women and your girlfriend, for someone like me,” you scoffed again while you look at his bewildered face. “Even I would hate me for that. You hide our relationship from everyone. You brought back Nara to our house almost every night and slept with her in our marital bed, which, by the way, you left me alone in, on our wedding night, where I embrassingly presented myself to you, which of course, you are disgusted with,” the memory from that night still makes you cringe, “you probably have more beautiful women to pleased you every night, right? So you tell me Jungkook, what am I supposed to think?” Your eyes flickered softly across his face. Looking at the face you love so much while saying out loud all the things that he did to you only makes the whole thing becoming even more real. You sighed and quickly collect the rest of your things before pulling out another small suitcase when Jungkook just kept silent. You need to get your packing done as fast as you can and get out from here.

“You know…” you eyes runs over his face and settled at his doe eyes, “I love you Jungkook,” you admitted softly. There is no point in hiding it anymore. You are letting everything out once and for all today, and maybe then you can finally moved on.

“Wh.what?”

“I love you. There, I said it. I have loved you, wanted you for as long as I can even remembered,” you close your eyes and let out a deep breath. “I know you wont ever love me back,  how can you? You are so perfect… and just look at me,” you dropped down on the bed, sitting beside your opened suitcase. You are emotionally drained, you dont even have anymore tears to cry,  "but on those days when you look at me deep in the eyes, or when you seems so happy to hang out with me, it just sends me a ray of hope, that maybe, just maybe you might see me as more than just your friend,“ Your eyes lowered to your lap before flicking back to his face and stood up, preparing to get your suitcases out. Jungkook is still statued to the same spot, but his hands are now balled into fist by his side.

“Tell me just this once Jungkook. Do you ever feel the same about me? Do you think you ever will? Was I only imagining things all this while? Is it all just in my head?” your voice is barely above a whisper, looking at him with tired eyes. “I’m sorry, but I cant do this anymore. I cant torture my own heart anymore. Seeing you with someone else while being your wife… that is just the last straw. I’m sorry Jungkook,” you carried your suitcases and start to make your way out but Jungkook stopped you, making your bags dropped to the floor. He looked at you with dark eyes, filled with anger…and lust?

“Are you done?” He growled and didnt wait for your answer. “Now you listen to me,” he slowly walks closer towards you, making you walk backwards, trying to get away from his intimidating steps. He lets out a sinister laugh.

“You really do like to just assume whatever you want about me dont you, Y/N? You never think about how I felt. I thought you should know me better, being my best friend and all,” he snickered at you.

“I wanted a small wedding because I dont want to get caught up in the media circus. I dont want you to be exposed to my fans, I dont want you to get hurt. It would kill me if you get hurt because of me. I dont care how big the wedding is, as long as by the end of the day you become my wife, then that’s all that matters,” your mouth formed into an O shaped, surprised at what he’s saying. “And have it ever come out from my mouth that I dont want to marry you? You said I’m doing it because I have to, but does it ever occured to you that I actually wanted to?”

“I…urm-”

“Of course not. You only assumed the worse of me Y/N,” he lets out a bark of laughter, but it lacks any form of humour to your ears. “If you had only asks me, then you will know,” he continue to close the gap between the two of you, making you flatten yourself to the wall behind you, trying to avoid him  "how,“ closer, "much I,” closer, “actually,” closer “want,” he closes the gap, “you,”

His face is directly in front of you now, caging you in, his breath feels warm across your face. You closed your eyes and tilted your face to the right, trying to avoid his gaze.

“Wh…what about Nara? If you really wanted to marry me, you wouldnt still be with Nara,” you managed to stutter out your words. Jungkook cupped your chin and turned you to face him.

“I’m really sorry about Nara. But Y/N, there’s nothing going on with me and Nara. Never have and never will. She is my closest acquintance from the industry. People like to gossip us together. She’s having a hard time lately since her company ended her contract, that’s why she’s always getting drunk. I’m only helping her. We didnt do anything Y/N. We didnt even sleep on the same bed. I only stayed in the room because she tends to wake up and throw up in the middle of the night when she’s shit drunk,” his warm breath hits your face with every word he said, making you shiver. “And if you would have bother to wait every morning, you will find that she actually wanted to meet you, my wife, to say her thanks and apologized,”

Saying you were shocked was an understatement. All this while you thought Jungkook and Nara were really a couple. They were so close even before you were married. Those lingering looks and secret touches you saw between them, are they all only in you head?

“But…but, you didnt want to be with me Jungkook. You left me alone on our wedding night to be with her. Even when I’m already waiting for you. Ready to give myself to you…” the embarassing reminder from that night brought tears to your eyes. Jungkook softly wiped those tears that rolled down your cheeks with his thumb.

“If only you knew how much I have always wanted you Y/N. I have longed for you for so long, but I’m afraid to ruin our friendship. What we had is special to me. And now you are my wife,all ready, willing and mine for the taking. You really dont know what you do to me Y/N, ” he let out a staggered breath. “Seeing you dressed like that just for me that night, I almost went crazy. You didnt know how much restrained it took me to not just take you right then and there, making love to you all night long until you cant remember anything else other than my name,” the suggestive words that he whispered to your ears makes your whole body shivers, sending tingling feelings straight to your core. Is Jungkook really saying all these things to you?

“Why…why didnt you then?”

Jungkook smirked at your bold question before his eyes turns soft. “I was afraid Y/N. How can someone so innocent and pure like you wants to be with someone like me? I dont know how to touch you, how to love you. All those women I’ve been with, they are just distractions to get my mind of you. Someone I never thought I could have. I’m afraid that I will ruined you, corrupt you with someone unworthy like me. I dont think I deserve you Y/N. I stil dont,” he finally admitted. Your eyes widen at his confession. How is someone as perfect as him thinks he doesnt deserve you?

“Jungkook… you are everything I have ever wanted,” you whispered to him, finding the strength to raised your hand and touch his cheek. He held your hand against him and leaned in into your touch, closing his eyes and just enjoying it.

“I love you so much Y/N. Being asked to marry you is the greatest thing that had happened to me. I’m sorry for hurting you all these years, when what I have always wanted to do is to hold you close and kiss you every time that I can,” he opened his eyes and stare at you with his doe ones. You smiled at him. “I love you Y/N. I promised I will make it up to you for the rest of your life, as your husband, if you would still have me,”

“I love you Jeon Jungkook, of course I will” you said between your smile. Never in a million years would you thought that Jungkook will be saying those three little words back to you and now he is saying it, repeatedly, making your heart beats so fast it almost burst.

Could you tell me was it real or was it all in my head Was it real or was it all in my head

“And to answer to your question, no Y/N, its not all in your head. I am desparately head over heels in love with you, my best friend, my lover, my wife, my everything,” he grinned, teasing you by answering the question you didnt even remember asking anymore. You slapped his chest and pulled him close.

“Shut up and just kiss me,”

“With pleasure,” he whispered back before finally capturing his lips with yours.