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Business Proposal || knj (5/?)

pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love

Warnings: slow burn, angst lots and lots and lots and lots of angst. Jealousy.

Rating: mature, 18+

w.c: 8.3 k

Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”

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a/n: I’m sorry I’ve been taking so long to respond to all the lovely messages I’ve gotten on this story. Also I’m sorry I’ve taken so long to upload, but thank you to those who have stuck around. And thank you for for the 3k! It means so much to me!

Anyway I hope you enjoy this part, pls lmk your thoughts I’m late at responding but I read them all no matter what!

Ever since you can remember, Jimin has always been by your side.

He’s a constant. He’s comfortable. He’s the same.

Nothing much has changed about him, other than the obvious. He grew into his features, he’s leaner and muscular. But nothing about him has changed. He’s still the same person you grew up with. He’s passionate, stubborn, and funny in his own way. You suppose he is a bit more outspoken and confrontational–in a good way, but those are add ons to traits that were already there. He marches to the beat of his own drum but never falls out of line.

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its out yallllll!!!!! ITS OUTTT!!! the tensionnnnnnnerngvernglewlfjewktjewigefmdsf

Brushes And Beats chapter 10

pairing: JiminxReader

genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

trope: enemies to lovers

:did you ever kiss your crush?:

y/n's pov

"Jimin, just what are you doing?!" I cried out, my heart pounding in my chest as the car zoomed through the dark streets. "Please, slow down!" I pleaded, my voice tinged with a mix of fear and frustration. Jimin's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he shot me a sideways glance. "Can't hear you Birdy" he sneered, his voice laced with sarcasm and mischief, adding to the tension in the car. "Stop being an idiot Jimin!" I shouted indignantly, my hands gripping the seat tightly in an attempt to steady myself. As the car continued to race through the night, my mind raced with thoughts of what could possibly be going on in Jimin's head.

Was this some sort of twisted game to him?

Was he trying to scare me?

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jimin abruptly slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt. Silence hung in the air, anticipation and uncertainty swirling around us. We sat there for a few moments, the only sound being our heavy breathing as we processed the intensity of the situation.

It's his house

"Why am I here?!" I snapped out, frustration evident in my voice. He turned to face me, eyes dark and intense. "It's time we settle this once and for all," Jimin declared, his voice firm yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "You are driving me fucking crazy" he continued, his words laced with passion and frustration. "What?"

I asked, my confusion growing with each passing moment. Jimin let out a frustrated sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. He gets out of the car and walks around to my side, opening the door for me. "I'm leaving" I sneered at him as I stepped out of the car, my anger pulsating through every fiber of my being, but as I stepped out of the car I couldn't feel land beneath my feet, I was on his shoulder like a potato sack, "I didn't bring you here to leave Birdy," Jimin said calmly, his tone now devoid of the earlier sarcasm."LET ME DOWN JIMIN" I protested, wiggling and squirming in his grasp. Despite my attempts to break free, Jimin held me firmly against his shoulder as he made his way to his house. "JIMIN I SAID LE-"

thud

My body hit the soft surface of a couch, causing me to momentarily lose my train of thought. "Shh, Birdy" Jimin whispered, his voice a gentle hush against the chaos raging in my mind. He was on top of me. I looked around, trying to make sense of the situation.

His eyes were droopy and red, his body felt hot...Too Hot.

"I-' he struggled to keep his eyes open. "You-" I could see the exhaustion etched on his face. "You've driven me to the edge, Birdy," Jimin whispered, his voice filled with a mix of emotions. I looked into his tired eyes, a mixture of frustration, desire, and vulnerability.

Just what is happening?

His forehead flops down to rest against mine, and I can feel his warm breath on my lips. My heart races as an unexpected surge of emotions floods through me. Conflicting feelings of attraction and confusion swirl within me as I find myself lost in the depths of Jimin's gaze.

He is hot

He is burning...WAIT he is burning with feverrr, I can't with him

I toss him to the side, I CAN ESCAPEE, I push past the tumult of emotions and focus on my instincts to escape the room but before I reached the door I heard a whimper escaping from Jimin's lips. Sighing I turned back, his body is definitely running at a high temperature. He can barely open his eyes, I wonder how he managed to carry me.

Before I knew he was vomiting profusely, his body trembling with weakness and I was holding a Tupperware bowl to catch the mess rubbing his back in an attempt to soothe him.

I never expected this turn of events. A small chuckle leaves my mouth as I reflect on the absurdity of the situation.

Now where is his bedroom

HE.IS.SO.HEAVY. "Jimin, can you please just walk straight" I pleaded, struggling to guide Jimin towards his bedroom." STRAIGHT JIMIN" His hands slipped from my grasp as he stumbled and swayed, clearly a victim of his own drunkenness. Im sure he drank and now he has a fever

"JIMIN NOOO" I exclaimed as he collapsed to the ground in a fit of drunken laughter.

With a sigh, I brushed stray locks of hair from his flushed face, finding myself surprisingly concerned for this man who was being an asshole to me for a year. Dropping to my knees, I hoisted him up in a sitting position. "Okay, Jimin, c'mon, you drunken feverish idiot," I muttered, half-dragging, half-carrying him toward his bedroom.

As I finally managed to get Jimin into his bed, he clung to my hand, muttering incoherently. The sight was humbling - the pop star, divested of his charm and composure, laying vulnerable, clinging to me, for support. I hesitated, then gently extricated my hand from his grasp, placing it softly on the pillow next to his head.

With a deep breath, I left the room to find a wet washcloth and some water. When I returned, he was asleep, snoring softly. Taking a step towards him, I gingerly placed the washcloth on his forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat. As I watched him in his slumber, I found myself lost in a whirlwind of unexpected emotions. I was meant to loathe this man, not care for him

The night passed in a blur of anxious watchfulness as I checked on him periodically. The dawn broke with soft hues of pink and orange, signaling the end of a turbulent night and the beginning of a day of reckoning.

In the silence of his bedroom, I studied him. His face, usually animated with smiles and laughter, or twisted in irritation whenever we had arguments, was now calm in sleep. His eyelashes, dark and long, cast tiny shadows over his high cheekbones. His ebony hair was tousled, falling onto his forehead, giving him a boyish charm.

I decided to leave before he woke up, I gather my stuff before leaving and place Tylenol with a glass of water on his side table. I opened my phone and got bombarded by texts and calls from Fumi, without much thinking I replied with 'had a nightstand'

I am an idiot

As days went by neither Jimin nor I ever mentioned of that night, but there was a change in him. After that bewildering night, interactions with Jimin had taken an unprecedented turn. It was on one of these particularly frustrating days that his absurdly annoying behavior was irking every nerve in me.

"Y/n," he began one morning, holding out my eyeshadow palette with disapproval etched on his face, "is this the best you could get? I expect better quality."

His criticism hit a nerve. "It's my job, Jimin, not yours," I retorted, snatching the palette away from him.

He shot me an arrogant smirk. "Just helping you get better at your job." His blatantly sarcastic tone was a test of my patience.

His nitpicking over shadows that day turned into daily critiques, peppered with his newfound arrogance. Each time we crossed paths, he'd find something to take issue with.

One day he even had the audacity to lecture me on fashion. "You're wearing that again, Y/n?" he scoffed, eyeing my favorite shirt disparagingly.

"Last time I checked, you weren’t the Fashion Police, Jimin,” I snapped back, but his potent mixture of disdain and amusement was getting to me.

His annoyance crept through every crack of my professional facade, pestering my inner peace. This incessant nitpicking, his maddening arrogance were frustratingly engaging. Why wouldn’t he just let things be?

“Can you stop playing games, Jimin?" I finally erupted one day, "You’ve been a nightmare to work with these past few weeks!"

Jimin just leaned back in his chair, a smug smile dancing on his lips. Clearly, he was enjoying this far too much. I just shook my head, the fury mixed oddly with the inexplicable flutter in my chest.

These new dynamics with Jimin were complex, and maddening. It was a dance where every step felt choreographed to draw out some reaction from me. And as much as I loathed to admit it, it did leave me wondering—just what had changed so drastically for Jimin.

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Y/n's POV

present time,

He. Just. Kissed. Me.

No no no no no no no no no no no no

This can't be happening

Does he actually have feelings for me?

Why

No, he is playing

But he won't kiss me if he was playing

But it was on the cheek

he is playing

But his words "I'm glad you did" says otherwise

But I don't like him!!!!!

or do I?

NO IM JUST ATTRACTED TO HIM JUST LIKE WHAT FUMI HAS TOLD ME

yes just attracted

besides his world is to glamorous and prohibited for someone like me to survive, with all his crazy fangirls and constant scrutiny from the media, It is a nightmare

I still feel his lips, soft and warm

STOP

stop stop stop

I heaved a sigh as I stared at myself in the mirror trying to gather my thoughts

I need to speak with him

I took a deep breath and stepped out of the washroom, the place I was currently hiding. Trying to calm my racing heart and steady my trembling hands, I made my way back to Jimin's dressing room, "We need to talk", I stated firmly, meeting his shocked gaze. "Ever heard of a thing called knocking?" he retroted with a smirk playing on his lips

" This is a no-no" Jimin raises an eyebrow and leans back, clearly amused by my assertiveness. "What is a no-no Birdy? please speak in full sentences"

"The kiss"

"What about it?"

"Why did you kiss me?"

"Because I wanted to"

My stomach twisted into knots as i struggled to comprehend his response. "You are being completely irrational" He stands up from his chair and walks over to me, his gaze intense searching mine. "What games are you playing Jimin," I asked him with a hint of frustration in my voice.

Jimin chuckles softly maintaining eye contact "I'm not playing any games Birdy" His sincerity caught me off guard and I found myself momentarily speechless before I knew I dragged him to the storage room away from prying eyes and curious ears. "Woah Birdy slow down" his voice filled with amusement, I let go of his arm and took a step back regaining composure "Listen-" Just as I began to speak, I heard the door, voices filled the room which once was silent...We can't be seen together...

Panic washed over me as I pulled him into a hidden corner and pressed my finger to his lips, urging him to stay silent. As our bodies pressed against each other in the cramped space, I could feel the rapid thumping of my heart and the electricity between us. "What is your intention of bringing me here, Birdy?" he suddenly whispers, his lips barely brushing against my ear. "My intention," I whispered back, my voice barely audible over the sounds of bustling backstage activities, "is to figure out what this is between us."

I glared at him feeling a strange sensation building n my stomach, I could see one of them approaching the shelf near us in sheer panic I pulled Jimin even closer to conceal ourselves from view. I could feel his breath tickling my face with one of his legs between mine, his hands resting on my waist. This is bad...so bad...

The door shut closed meaning we are alone again, and the tension in the room heightened as we stood so intimately close, our breaths intermingling.

"Let's have a deal Birdy" I raised an eyebrow, uncertain of what he meant by a deal. Jimin's eyes locked onto mine, his expression serious yet playful at the same time.

“I want you to do something for me. I want you to have the cute little Tinder date that you were planning and I want you to kiss him.” My heart skipped a beat at his unexpected request, confusion mixing with intrigue in my mind. "What why?" Jimin leaned in even closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because," he said, his voice seductive and filled with mischief. "Because I want to see if you feel the same fireworks with him as you do with me. We won't fight and work as good work colleges till you have your date"

I felt a daze as I tried to comprehend the gravity of Jimin's proposition. "And if you do feel the same fireworks with him then I'll leave you alone"

"And if I don't?"

"Then, You are mine Birdy"

I don't know what was going on with me at that moment because all logic and reason seemed to fly out the window. I took Park Jimin by his collar and pulled him crashing our lips together. His teeth catch my bottom lip in a faint bite, I pulled away in shock and check for the damage I caused.

"I-"

"Shut up"

He leans in again and begins to move his mouth against mine, for a few seconds I’m frozen solid. It seems I’ve forgotten how to kiss, "stop thinking birdy" he whispered against my lips with urgency and desire etched in his voice as he hoisted me up with a hand on the back of my thigh with my legs around his waist. From this tiny loss of his mouth I growl in outraged frustration, his lips curve against mine as he sets me back down on my feet. My head spinning from the intensity of the moment

"See you around, Birdy" and he took his leave.

to be continued...

chapter 09

if its yoong, count me in :')

i have a new yoongi fic i’m working on 👁️

here’s a lil glimpse on the aesthetic 🧎‍♀️;

fuckboy!yoongi x reader | college au.

— a teaser will be coming soon for u all i promise🧘‍♀️

if u have any questions about the fic, don’t be shy & send me an ask !! 💌

not a turn on but

Forehead kisses WDKJQWHJFQFKH make my heart go *bang bang*

kisses on the palm (i feel this is like so so so so underrated AND under-appreciated like if someone i like love takes my palms to their cheeks and yk gives this little kiss-ie to my palm....I'LL GO FERAL LIKE I'LL MARRY THEM THAT INSTANT and im not kidding)

holding you waist!!!??!!??!?!! AHHHHHHHHHHH (btw waist-holder namjoon enthusiast)

staring with heart eyes (do i have to spell this out -_-)

what’s a non sexual thing that’s an ultimate instant turn on for you?

*and the plot thickens* not me being happy with y/n's suffering lol

Brushes And Beats chapter 12

pairing: JiminxReader

genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

trope: enemies to lovers

:embarassment who?:

Y/n's Pov

Will you believe me if I tell you that I sprinted across the cafeteria away from Jimin as if my life depended on it?

Well, that's exactly what I did

I had never felt this level of panic and embarrassment before!!

I could feel my face turning into a fierce shade of crimson while I weaved across the tables on my way to the nearest exit.

WHY DID HE OPEN THE ENVELOPE

WHO OPENS AN ENVELOPE WITH A FLOWER

TALK ABOUT PRIVACY

In the midst of my embarrassment, I couldn't help but admire Jimin's determination to find out who had sent me flowers. Why is he so persistent?! I need to hide, I NEED TO HIDE

I darted to the nearest bathroom and locked myself in one of the stalls, desperately trying to catch my breath and calm my racing heart. I sat on the toilet sit with my head on my hands as I tried to come up with a plan to avoid Jimin and salvage the remains of my dignity "Come on, Y/n" I murmured to myself. "I should have taken it out" banging my head on my hands "This is so embarrassing" my fingers racked through my hair "I'll just say that I bought it with his money and it's just my name on it, not a big deal" a fake cry left my mouth, I CAN'T THINK.

knock knock

My heart jumped at the sound, my eyes widened, Oh no! Not now, I recognize these shoes

The guy just didn't know when to give up! In an attempt to regain my composure and come up with a plan, I took a deep breath and counted to three before opening the door.

"Hey there," I said in what I hoped was a casual tone, but my voice came out sounding more high-pitched than usual.

There stood Jimin with an 'innocent look' on his face, what a devil, "Hello there good to see you again, inside the boys' washroom" a sly grin appeared on his face. "I should take my leave" hunching my shoulder slightly trying to put some distance, not that he was super close but his presence alone felt heavy.

"Ok bye" I muttered as I tried to quickly slip past him and make my escape. But Jimin wasn't about to let me off the hook that easily. As I reached for the door, my way was blocked by his outstretched arm, resting against the frame, but now he wasn't grinning anymore,

In the discomforting closeness of the washroom, Jimin looked at me with eyes heavy with complex sentiments. "You lied, you never had a date yesterday did you?" he asked, his voice just a whisper in the small space.

My mind sprinted as I tried to figure out my escape from this conversation and the emotions it was stirring within me. His closeness to me was making my body hum in a way I didn't want to examine at that moment. With a forced casualness, I answered, "No, I did, Fine the flower was not sent by him it was me, BUT I had a date."

He raised an eyebrow, doubting me again. Breaking the intense eye contact, I fumbled for my phone in my purse. A swift pull of the tiny device brought out a bunch of receipts, my lip gloss, and other tidbits I didn't need at that moment. Finally, my hands gripped around my phone. Quickly, I pulled up a picture from last night and extended my arm to show the photographic evidence to Jimin.

"What? Not my fault the deal you cooked had loopholes." I said evenly. He looked at the pictures and then met my eyes, a series of emotions crossing his face. "And I am sure that he can give me more than just a firework, I mean he already had the upper hand with height" Low-blow y/n low-blow "What is even more impressive is his sense of humor and the way he makes me laugh"

He towers above me, he may be shorter than other men but he was definitely way taller than me, causing me to crane my neck up to look him in the eye. His coal-dark eyes burned into mine with an intensity that seeped beneath my skin, I couldn't help but look up and traced his features with my eyes, soaking in the lush curve of his lips and the fine planes of his features.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

" Are you struggling to not start a fight again? " I huffed as I crossed my arms across my chest, " I thought we had a deal " he leans forward closing the gap between us, so close that I could feel his breath go down from my right ear to my neck " I'm trying to decide whether I should kiss you or strangle you, it's my daily struggle birdy ".

Did I want him to take me in his arms and kiss me senseless?

yes, yes I did,

 But I knew indulging in these complicated feelings will only lead to unwanted situations. Sweat coated my palms.

"I thought you were smart Birdy, I must be wrong" his voice laced with a mock as he leaned even closer, his lip mere inches away from mine

My heart is a vigorous drum in my chest, my blood electric in my veins. It was like he’d wanted to engrave his words in my mind, and he’d succeeded. My skin flushed hotter than it already was. His mouth curved into a tiny smirk as he stared at me.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to do something?” I asked in as bored a tone as I could muster. There could be anyone coming inside right now, and the last thing I need right now is a scandal instead of feeling scared and doing the right things I push him against the door and feel a thrill when I hear the thud of his weight against it.

“Kiss me,” I whisper and the air gets warmer.

I feel him pushing back and we found ourselves inside one of the toilet stalls, "I'm not going to kiss you Birdy" he continues "As per our deal, If your guy isn’t as good, you have to admit it to me. To my face. Verbally. Honestly. No sarcasm.” Every loophole is neatly closed.

“It’s weird you want me to.” I take a step back and almost knock over the tissue roll "I'm not gonna kiss you Birdy unless you tell me no one kisses you as I do" He adds one more caveat. “One last thing. You can kiss him only once” I couldn't believe the turn of events. My heart raced as I tried to process his words. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions as his words hung in the air. At that moment, it felt like time stood still. At that moment, I found myself torn between the desire to give in to my feelings for him and the realization that this was a dangerous game we were playing.

The air inside the small restroom stall felt heavy with tension as we stood there, our eyes locked in a silent battle of emotions. At that moment, I realized he had me wrapped around his finger, just as much as I wished to have him wrapped around mine.

to be continued...

chapter 11 || chapter 13

why built like a boyfie when you cant be my boyfie 😔😔😔

camera roll; kim mingyu

⋆ ★ pictures you've taken of your boyfriend, mingyu

more of the camera roll series

masterlist

ੈ♡.*

HOW COME I MISSED THIS SERIES!!????

Brushes And Beats chapter 14

pairing: JiminxReader

genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

trope: enemies to lovers

:Did you ever fell in love and planned out a future?:

Y/n's pov

8 years ago,

I just turned 18,

Enrolled in a demanding university program, juggling coursework, exams, and the pressures of a part-time job. Life was a whirlwind of rush and ceaseless responsibilities.

But amidst the everyday chaos and the whirlwind that was life, there was one constant, one center to my ever-spinning world there was— Min Yoongi, my haven in the storm.

Yoongi and I were both lost in the same turbulent tide of life, juggling academia and work, sacrificing sleep for last-minute revisions, him making music and me still trying to figure out warm tones and cool tones and yet, somewhere in that perpetually chaotic dance, we found each other. He became my anchor in the vast, turbulent sea of deadlines and commitments. He was the calm, soothing rhythm that pacified the incessant roar of life, always there, always bolstering me. Yoongi and I became inseparable, supporting each other through our triumphs and failures, celebrating our achievements together and consoling each other during times of defeat.

Here on this rainy afternoon, just us, nestled in the quiet corner of our favorite old, dimly lit coffee shop. The rain gently tapped on the windowpane, strumming a mesmerizing tune that came to underscore our hushed whispers of dreams and love.

His hands, calloused from hours at his part-time job, yet remarkably warm, cradled a steaming mug. "Do you remember that little house on the outskirts of town, the one with the red door and white picket fence?" he asked, a dreamy look in his eyes.

"The one near the cherry blossom park? Yes", I responded, my heart fluttering as Yoongi's smile grew wider.

"That's where we'll live. We'll have kids and maybe a rambunctious little beagle named Whiskers," he mused, the future he described sounded like a sweet lullaby. "Wahh so cheesy," I teased, taking a sip of my latte. But deep down, my heart swelled with warmth at the thought of building a future with Yoongi, a future filled with love and laughter.

When he spoke those words, they echoed in the chambers of my heart resonating with my deepest dreams and desires. He dazzled my thoughts with images of gleeful children, loud laughter echoing through our small yet charming home, the testament of our eternal bond.

Every word Yoongi breathed swirled into an exquisite symphony of dedication, hope, and unwavering love that gracefully composed our shared dreams. An image of our little safe haven, where love wasn't a fleeting emotion but a profound promise. His dreams intertwined perfectly with mine, stringing together a beautiful symphony of hope, love, and dedication. A future I yearned for, a future I saw myself living, breathing in every moment that held Yoongi's essence.

I loved him. More than words could encapsulate, more than actions could demonstrate. I saw my world mirrored in his eyes, my dreams woven intricately with his. Catching my breath felt impossible when he played a melody on his old piano, his fingers dancing on the keys, each note twining around my heart. He was etched into my soul, a vital part of me as essential as breathing. His importance in my life was as profound as the earth needs the sun, irreplaceable, an impetus I relied upon unknowingly but consistently. Every beat my heart echoed extolled his essence, it was a dance of melancholic delight, a ballad of adoration only for him. Simply said, without him, I felt incomplete. Void of life's charm.

My feelings for Yoongi were as profound and intense as the infinite universe itself. He was my world, and his eyes reflected that perfect world we were building together. His love was the melody my heart danced to, jumping at every note, swaying to the rhythm of our shared interstellar symphony. His importance

I saw a world illuminated by his love, our shared aspirations fueling my perseverance. And at that moment, nestled in the rhythmic patter of rain, in the warmth

3 years later,

Our shared dreams have begun to take shape, painting a picture of a future filled with love, laughter, and countless memories. Every day, as I wake up next to Yoongi, I am reminded of the immense love and gratitude I have for him. But, something changed, Yoongi changed over the course of three years. He became distant, his eyes losing the sparkle that once ignited my soul.

Our once harmonious symphony of love now played discordant notes, leaving me confused and longing for the connection we once had. Over the years, as we grew closer and shared our hopes and dreams, our love flourished, creating a bond that seemed unbreakable. However, as time went on, a subtle shift occurred, and our once inseparable hearts grew apart. I found myself grappling with a mix of emotions - hurt, confusion, and a desperate longing to bring back the love we once had.I yearned to understand what had caused this change in Yoongi, to unravel the layers of unspoken words and unexpressed feelings that had built a wall between us.

My heart pounded relentlessly against my rib cage as I walked towards Yoongi in the dimly-lit studio. It was evident that he was engrossed in his work, the tapping of his fingers on the laptop keyboard resonant in the otherwise silent studio. His brows furrowed in concentration as he leaned closer to the screen, uncaring of anything outside the realm of his music.

"Yoongi," I called softly, trying to break through his intense focus. My voice seemed to startle him, causing his fingers to pause and his gaze to dart nervously to me.

"What are you doing here, Y/n?" His words were terse; his tone colder than the room's chilly air. His friendly demeanor seemed to have dissolved, replaced by a harsh demeanour I barely recognised. His icy response lanced my heart.

"I... I brought you dinner," I stuttered out, extending the tiffin box I had brought with me. I forced out a smile, thinly veiled by my shock at his unexpected harshness.

"I didn't ask for it," he scoffed, eyes darting back to his laptop screen, his fingers resuming their rhythmic dance on the keys. His dismissive remark hit me hard, the falling sting painful and suffocating.

"Yoongi, what has gotten..."

"Can't you understand, Y/n? I'm busy!" He snapped, not bothering to look at me, his attention solely focused on his work.

His harsh words, his cold indifference were debilitating. A lump formed in my throat, choking me as I grappled to comprehend his behavior. The caring Yoongi I knew seemed lost, replaced by this stranger whose words felt more frigid than comfort.

Silently, I left the tiffin on a nearby table and exited the room, leaving Yoongi with his work and my heart with a sharp pain that refused to subside. I couldn't shake off the bitter tang of rejection and the unfamiliar iciness from Yoongi's words. This sudden change in Yoongi, it was alien and unsettling. It was a painful contrast to the warm, loving relationship we once shared and cherished. 

we were lost...

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and yet the distance between Yoongi and me only seemed to widen. There was a palpable tension whenever we were in the same room together, our interactions reduced to mere formalities and awkward silences. I found solace in my work as a makeup artist, throwing myself into the bustling world of fashion and beauty to escape the heartache that plagued me every time I saw Yoongi. However there was someone who would keep me distracted, Park Jimin.

As I stepped onto the set, I was immediately pulled into the whirlwind of lights, clothes, and laughter that was a photo shoot. And right in the middle of it all, like the eye of a hurricane, stood Park Jimin, mischief sparkling in his eyes.

"Just keep watching," he assured his fellow bandmates, before launching himself across the set in a comically exaggerated fall. A chorus of laughter rang through the studio, mine being the most resonant of all.

"Jimin, you're like a two-year-old on a sugar high! Calm down!" I scolded, trying to keep a straight face.

He simply shrugged innocently, his giggles infecting everyone around us with merry laughter. During our break, he managed to sneak up behind the photographer and perfectly mimic his serious gaze and exaggerated hand gestures.

"I think we need to capture the... essence of the soul!" Jimin pronounced, in a highfalutin tone, causing another round of chuckles.

Shaking my head, I tried to feign exasperation. "You're impossible."

His grin widened. "But you're still laughing."

Throughout the day, Jimin's playful pranks tested my patience and my work ethic. When I opened my makeup kit to find my high-quality brushes replaced with oversized, novelty powder puffs, I almost lost it.

"Jimin!" I yelled, holding up one of the ridiculous tools.

"Did I do that?" he responded, grinning ear-to-ear, a look of faux guilt in his eyes.

Despite his antics, I couldn't help but be drawn toward this captivating, hilariously entertaining character. Moments of quiet intensity, when he was lost in a song or a dance routine, added richness to his goofball persona and touched my heart in a way I didn't see coming.

Who would have thought that I'd find comfort in this chaos, that his contagious laughter and silly pranks would end up being my haven amidst the storm. And maybe, just maybe, the sudden flutter in my heart whenever he smiled my way was a sign that something was beginning to change.

Maybe coming back wasn't a bad idea...

to be continued...

chapter 13 || chapter 15

So this is really random but one of my drabble requests was for a Yoongi Soulmate scenario and I started writing it and I’m having so much fun SO I thought I’d give you guys a sneak peak! I’m hoping to have it up soon!

Roommate AU/Soulmate AU Preview • Yoongi

“Whatever you do, don’t mention soulmates.”

Kim Namjoon spent the last twenty minutes of your lunch break talking up his friend and trying to convince you to take him in as a roommate—

Only to make that weird comment and have you reconsidering your tentative acceptance.

“Okay…Is there a story to go with that cryptic declaration?”

Joon shook his head.

“I mean I don’t know if it’s my place—“

“Kim Namjoon, before I let some random man move into my place you’re gonna need to tell me why I can’t talk about soulmates. Everybody talks about soulmates. It’s what we do as a society. It’s like the weather—“

Joon snorted.

“Not Yoongi.”

“And the reason is?”

The two of you had a brief but intense staring contest.

“Alright fine—So… Yoongi was engaged.”

“To his soulmate?”

“No.”

“Oh…….Oh?”

Namjoon held up a finger—indicating that you should wait while he finished chewing his sandwich.

“He loved her—like a lot.”

“But they weren’t soulmates?”

“That didn’t matter to him. He said the whole system was stupid and didn’t mean anything.”

You chuckled.

“Bold words. I assume he had to eat them?”

Namjoon tilted his head in agreement.

“Yeah—he thought she was fine with it—the engagement was moving forward—and Yoongi was really happy….,”—he sighed and you unconsciously leaned in for the big reveal, —“until a soul mark popped up on her arm.”

Your mouth dropped open.

“What—noooo—she—she cheated on him?!”

There was only one way to get a soul mark.

Your soulmate had to see you without…clothes.

Like totally nude.

Fully naked.

Which meant Yoongi’s fiancé had gotten fully naked with somebody else.

No wonder he needed a place to stay.

Joon nodded.

“Seriously, don’t mention soulmates.”

• —— • ——— • —— • ——— • —— •——— •

As it turned out, you didn’t need to worry about mentioning soulmates to Yoongi—because the man barely spoke to you at all for the first three months you lived together.

Instead he communicated through a series of grunts, hums, and other assorted noises that you (surprisingly) became fluent in pretty quickly.

Once you even figured out that the milk carton was empty because Yoongi opened the fridge and sighed a certain way.

However, despite his aloof nature and interesting communicative habits, it was immediately clear why someone might be willing to throw over their hypothetical soulmate for him.

Min Yoongi was bloomin’ gorgeous.

And the few words you did hear him speak sounded like liquid sin on a cookie so—

Yeah.