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[10:57am] his hand gently grabbed hers. it was such a pleasant feeling for y/n. every single time it happens, he lifts their connected hands and kiss the top of hers. multiple times if he really wanted to. they both were on the couch in jungkook’s apartment. y/n glanced up and noticed how soft his lips looked. his hair was fluffy and all out of place due to the fact that he just woke up. he knew she had an early class. her heart fluttered when his lips curved upwards. the softest bunny smile appeared and it made her melt. “i love you, y/n,” he had said. she leaned forward and gave him a soft peck.

“i love you, too”

[♡] seokjin is a very considerate person. he knows there are times where it's bound to happen that you guys fight. maybe this time around the fight was too big and maybe a little bit deep. one thing he had to admit though, was that he was never able to find anything to attack you with, he would just stay silent and nod to the things you said. and by the time you left to cool off to the other side of the apartment, his heart was heavy with the stupid words you said and he couldn't even force a smile out of him.

but he knew you would come around. even though he knew you were mad, he made sure you knew that he was waiting for you in the living room with some fresh food, a warm blanket and a drama playing on the TV, just like on normal nights. he knows that when he asks you to join him, the first time you are always going to say no. he knew he had to wait for you to come back by your own means.

and when you sat by his side with tear stained rosy cheeks and a runny nose, he didn't say a word. instead, he moved his plate by the center of the coffee table and gave you the pair of chopsticks he had already prepared for you.

[♡] you were well aware of jeongguk's really great features and body proportions and how all the mothers would melt at the sight of him in the waiting area of the ballet class of your daughter. He had told you the many times he had caught them staring and how he quite enjoyed it, so you weren't surprised at how he went all out with his outfit when he had to go, some nice fitting jeans and a nice shirt that would always make you melt, and you weren't even surprised at how he didn't even try to hide the smirk on his lips as he arrived and said good afternoon to the group of ladies with a deep tone that accentuated his busan satoori, the one you were now immune to it after all these years (except when you were doing adult stuff), and would actually make you laugh. it was amusing to see how the ladies stopped the things they were previously doing just to see him be.

"Hey, superstar, we're here to see your daughter, this is not a fashion show" you quickly whispered in his ear as you pinched his ass cheek, making him feel flustered and making it impossible to hold back a chuckle.

[♡] it was the last time you were seeing your jimin in a long time. he was having a tour overseas with his group and he was coming back in almost two months.

all the families were in the waiting room of the airport, saying goodbyes and taking pictures with their loved ones since they weren't going to see them in a really long time. you were sitting beside him, helping get his backpack organized with the help of his mother, who was also one of your favourite people in the world.

you were feeling nervous and kind of sad to see him leaving again, but you knew that crying in front of him would only make things worse, so the only thing you decided to do was to help him with everything before he had to go. as he looked down at your trembling hands and your laboured breath as you finished putting everything in its place, he looked at you with a reassuring kind of goofy smile, and took your cold hands into his warm ones.

"are you going to miss me, jagi?" he asks pulling you onto his side, and you cannot help but place your head in his shoulder. "i am" you answer in a whisper almost impossible to hear, but not for him. "i promise i'll send you a lot of pictures and we'll talk everyday. i'll tell every single person i meet about how i have the coolest and most caring girlfriend in the world" he says with an enthusiast tone, making you smile and ease the pain that was building inside of your heart and stomach. "are you going to tell your coworkers about how you have the coolest boyfriend in the world?" he teasingly asks, and you look at him. "they alredy know, i've been screaming about it since the first day we've been together, jiminie"

and the last minutes you spent with him were full of jokes and teasing words, wishing you could stay by his side at all times, but also feeling your heart a little bit more at ease, ready to let him go. as the managers announced they should get ready to board the plane, he said his goodbyes and when he hugged you for the last time, his hyung, namjoon, took him by his collar and made him let go of you, making both of you laugh.

"i promise you, we'll bring him home safe and sound" namjoon says directly to jimin's mom and also to you, with a confident smile on his face.

[♡] "Hey, stranger"

"Hello, youuuu" you instantly smile after hearing his voice.

"How's everything going over there?" you ask. You're sitting in your pajamas, skincare routine already finished and putting some lotion on your legs. it's been ages since the last time you were able to do this properly.

"Well, our dear Hanni has been acting like a brat all day just because she misses you. She's been acting like i'm the devil." you hear a certain echo of his voice as well as the knocks of pans and silverware which probably means he's wrapping up the night routine while your call stays on speakers.

"I'm guessing you had an eventful day." you smile.

"And that's to say the least." you both giggle. "I'm not sure about letting Hanni continue with her football lessons. She's starting to grow some muscles and now I'm scared of a pre-teen that just happens to be my only daughter."

"I don't think it's the football lessons, babe. It's that age." you giggle. You're so happy to hear them and your heart aches now that you're not with them.

As soon as your daughter started growing, it was time to get back on your feet and start working again, but every single time you had to pack your things for a quick work trip, it became even more difficult than the previous one. Maybe it's the constant fear of missing out on things that happen in your house, or not being able to be in control of everything that's happening over there, but being completely honest, you cannot really complain about the perks that came with work travelling. The suite your workplace had provided for your stay, and the clean bathtub in your bathroom wasn't so bad either.

"I mean, you should've seen me driving over here with a car full of annoying teens making fun of everything that I did or said. The way they made fun of my nose for more than 20 minutes almost made me cry, honestly." hearing you giggle out loud makes him lightly smirk even though deep inside he still feels hurt by the way his own blood had betrayed him like that in front of all of her friends. "And feeding those demons.. It's insane. I'm going have to squeeze in a quick run to the grocery store. We're out of.. oh, yeah. Everything. They even found those special cookies we keep hidden for our movie nights."

"Ooh, babe. It was time you found out. Hanni has been eating them non-stop. That place is not a secret anymore. I just stopped restocking those because she always checks right after coming back home. It's taking a toll on our sweet treat budget." you deliver the bad news with a pretty big smile on your face, already imagining the look of confusion on his.

"That's insane. She's insane." "I know, right? But at least she's cute, though."

"Yeah, she really is. You should see the way she scrunches her nose when she runs on the field. Totally cute." he gushes and you can only hum in response. "What about you, though? How's my management & sales senior doing?"

"It's pretty boring over here, I must say." you sigh. "Boring deals with boring people. Cannot complain though, not allowed." you both giggle. "You wanna guess what I did today?" he hums.

"I had a 20 minute shower." he groans in response. "No complaints and no banging on the door."

"You're killing me over here!"

"And when I got out, I asked for room service. Had some fried chicken, some pizza and now I'm even waiting for dessert!"

"Are you guys hiring? Maybe I can squeeze in my résumé and a couple of interviews."

"I'm not sure relationships between coworkers are allowed over here.."

"For a night like that I could leave my wife." all jokes aside, "Hey!" you instantly exclaim, feigned offense laced in your voice.

"I know, baby. I know. Just joking." you smile at him. "So... what are you wearing? Do you miss me?"

Before you could even think about a cheeky response. A big, loud, and clear. "EW!" is heard right on cue. There's your girl.

"Dad, you're so disgusting." you can hear your husband loud complaints as well as your daughter's perfectly clear light hearted insults to his father.

"So what? Is it a crime to love your mother? I'm not apologizing for that."

"You're both too old for this! At least don't do it in a common area on speaker!"

As you stay silent for a couple of seconds you get to hear the way they go back and forth as Hanni continues to emphasize how embarrassed she feels by your behaviour. Teens can be so intense, you cannot help but roll your eyes.

"Anyways... Mom? Are you there?" your girl asks.

"Yes, my lovely daughter. How are you? Do you miss me?"

"Incredibly much. Dad over here is embarrassing me at school and at practice as well." you smile at what she tells you. You miss this banter even though you get to have a taste just by the phone.

"I'm sure he is. I made sure to give him instructions on how to!" Hanni whines on the phone and you can hear Jungkook in the background making slight fun of her.

"So, mom..." "Yes?" "I've been thinking.. since you're already there.." You know exactly where this is going. "Can i send some stuff for you to buy? There's this new lip glo-"

"Jeon Hanni! You're in so much trouble. Why would you use your time to talk to your mom to ask her stuff?!" Hanni whines as Jungkook continues. "That is not how I raised you!"

"Dad, you're so annoying. For real."

To cut things short, you ended up compromising on bringing your daughter this new lip gloss everyone's talking about and a new water bottle she insists that will help her performance on football practice. Absolutely ridiculous, yet you agreed on buying it just to make her happy.

And at the end of the night, when you're unable to get some sleep as you shine in the glow the television gives you, you're awoken from your trance-like state by a message from your husband.

It's the best way to end a mostly perfect day. A pictured of him and your daughter cuddling on your big bed together, her hiding on his chest already sleeping with her mouth wide open and him being his usual cheeky self with his big doe eyes and sticking his tongue out.

"She always caves ❤️ we miss you, honey! Come back soon"

and you cannot wait.

[18:53 PM] from Jin

— You know I always joke when I say that my face is the prettiest around, but I think you are the most beautiful thing I ever seen.

delivered.

spilled milk

“I’m sorry “ you gasped lightly at the feeling of milk seeping into your socks and the scrape of glass shards against the floor. For whatever reason, your grip had slipped and your glass of milk had tumbled to the floor without much time to try and save it.

“What?” Namjoon’s voice bellowed from the hall, “are you making a mess in there?”

“I’m sorry” you called back, the bass in your boyfriend’s voice had left a shiver down your spine. He wasn’t shouting at you, you told yourself, but even so you could feel the ever so familiar swell of anxiety in your stomach.

“Don’t- don’t be mad!” You could only quickly glance up at Namjoon as he entered the kitchen, a furrow of confusion knitting his brow as he watched you scramble on the floor to clean it. “It was an accident, I’m sorry, I don’t know- I don’t know what happened.” You babbled, hands shaky as you frantically trying to pick the glass up- ignored the little stings of glass cutting your fingers.

“Hey” he knelt down beside you, reaching to grab your wrist to put a gentle stop to your panic. “Calm down, you know I don’t care.”

“No- it’s going to stain, ruin the floor, I wasted all of it- I broke one of your nice glasses-“ you hit him with every excuse in the book, trying to hide the shake in your voice towards the end. “Please don’t be mad” you begged, reaching to wipe away the first tear that fell; smearing milk and blood against your cheek.

“Hey” Namjoon frowned, “calm down, it’s just milk. I’m not mad.” You felt him pry your hands away from the mess, tugging your body closer to his. “I’m not mad, I promise.”

You nodded, face pressed into his chest as he hugged you, rocking you back and forth. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize” he kisses the top of your head. “I understand.”

He pried you from the floor and to the bathroom, running your cut hands under the water carefully. You watch him wrap bandages around your fingers and palm.

You sniffled, grateful that he understood why it was so much more than spilled milk to you.

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[6:50 a.m.] kim fucking taehyung stood in a black turtleneck tucked into black slack-like pants and a faux fur coat draped across the span of his broad shoulders. his stylist adjusted his bangs over his face as the magazine editor spotted you. “ah there you are, y/n, right on time. we’ll have someone help you set up, and we should be running in five minutes!” nodding, you started setting up your equipment and pulled out your camera. by the time you shot the photos, the time had gone from 6:50 to almost 9:30. you had help from the editor and the magazine’s staff. you did your best to shoot these pictures, if you were honest with yourself but how could you when taehyung looked so good? you tried not to stare at him too long, although his mere presence a couple feet away from you shook you to the core. once th shoot was over and you started to pack up, you felt your phone buzz. a text from an unknown number said: you wanna grab some breakfast? there’s this really nice place that makes a really good waffle nearby. when you texted back a tentative who’s this, your heart was beating out of your chest because almost immediately the unknown number replied taehyung. i got your number from the staff lol don’t freak out. well, you know what they say; when your all-time celebrity crush turned (kinda) colleague offers to grab breakfast with you, you don’t refuse.

[1:25 a.m.] “is there something that’s greater than forever?” you ask your boyfriend whose chest you’re laying your head on. his arms are securely wrapped around you, cradling you like he’s scared to let you go. “hm, probably infinity? why do you ask?” your free hand reaches up to comb his dark tendrils out of his face and he smiles down at you. you gaze at him with stars in your eyes and give him a warm smile, “because, jeon jeongguk, I want to be with you for infinity.”

[8:51 p.m.]

*UNEDITED*

if it was up to you, you would tweak your ideal birthday dinner. while it was the way you wanted it to be for the most part (you got to spend a wonderful evening with namjoon and the others at a nice italian restaurant) there was just one problem. sitting right across from you was jungkook and his new girlfriend. scratch that, his new girlfriend that you did not know about.

after spending two years pining over jungkook, you had planned to confess to him tonight. after they were on tour for half a year, you thought it would be perfect to confess to him on your birthday. the funny thing is they’d all known about it to, the boys. you spoke to namjoon on the phone about it prior to the dinner, telling him how nervous you were to finally tell jungkook how you felt about him. it was astonishing to see how practically everyone around you knew about your crush on him, except him. he managed to miss the way your eyes held infatuation for him, or how you left lingering touches here and there. the boys knew you were whipped for him, but it felt like a slap in the face to you all because he kept the relationship hidden from all of you. you could tell the boys were shocked when she showed up, but mostly you could see the pity in their eyes for you.

“jinah and I met on tour. she’s the assistant to one of our designers,” jungkook says after sipping his wine. he delved into a conversation with his new beau but in all honesty you zoned out after you noticed how he looked at her with lovey-dovey eyes. you mindlessly twirled your spaghetti on your fork and attempted to focus your attention to hoseok who was sharing his experience with going to a dog park in one of the cities they toured in. to your left, seokjin’s laughter overtakes hoseok’s voice, and to your right, jimin finishes his meal, wiping his mouth with a napkin. watching your absentminded actions, taehyung, sitting across from jimin says, “y/n, you seem lost, all okay?” jimin shoots a stern look to the man, but it’s pointless because you’re on the hot seat. all eyes are on you and in a panic, you only look up from your plate to lock eyes with jungkook. he’s trying to analyze your gaze, but before he figures anything out you quickly flit your eyes on taehyung.

“just really glad you guys are here,” you say with a tight lipped smile. you pick up your glass of wine and take a sip to avoid answering anything else. everyone at the table knows not to say anything. well, all except one, as usual. “you know we wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world, y/n. your friendship means a lot to us.” jungkook’s words shoot you like a bullet, and you feel jimin rub your knee in an effort to comfort you. you turn to him and give him a small smile but he sees the sadness in your gesture.

after dinner, you stand outside the restaurant and ask the boys if they want to head back to your place just to chill; but before anyone could say anything, jungkook interjected. “actually, jinah and I wanted to go grab some coffee at a place across town so I will see you sometime later. oh, and y/n,” he approaches you, jinah standing closely behind him. he reaches into his pocket and pulls a velvet box, before stretching his hand out to you. you take the box and curiously open it and your eyes widen when you see a thin sliver chain with your birthstone as a pendant perfectly glistening in the light of the restaurant sign. “jungkook, it’s beautiful.” he smiles, bunny teeth and all. “I can put it on you if you’d like,” he offers and for a second you want to forget that jinah is standing there. you want the moment to be one you can capture and store in your memory forever, just for you. but the reality of the situation is that you snap your gaze towards jinah, who looks kind of uneasy. as it seemed like her boyfriend and his “girl friend” were getting too close for her comfort. you exhale shakily, “maybe not now. I don’t wanna keep you from jinah.” you see something flash across his gaze but you’re not reading too much into it. instead you just thank him for the gift and wave to them before they walk away and leave you all there.

“y/n, we’re so sorry that we ruined your night,” hoseok mumbles. “you guys didn’t do anything; you guys didn’t even know about it,” you say but how convincing do you sound? your voice wavers and your eyes burn. you shove the velvet box in your pocket, although you’re not too rough with it because at the end of the day, it’s a gift from jungkook. “we can still go to your place, if you want,” jimin starts, but you shake your head. “it’s fine. just take me home, I wanna be alone.” taehyung whimpers at your state; the girl who meant so much to them was sad on her birthday. “y/n, please don’t cry,” he says, and you don’t wanna cry, but you feel a tear slide down your face anyway. namjoon is quick to see it, so he approaches you to wipe it away before cupping your face. “no one deserves this, y/n, but especially not you.” yoongi says from behind him, “we’re always here for you, know that.” you sniff and look up teary eyed at namjoon. “I know you guys are. thank you, but I really just wanna go home.” they are slightly disappointed, you can tell, but they don’t argue with you. you all go to the black vehicle parked away from the crowds and jimin drives you home.

if it was up to you, you would tweak your ideal birthday dinner. you would have jungkook by your side, and you would go out with the boys and have a fun night. but things can’t always work out the way we want them to, they say. such is life, and that’s the thought that echoes in your head as you get into your apartment. you lock the door and immediately throw yourself on your bed, crying your heart out on the night that was supposed to be about you.

a/n: it’s been a while. thanks for sticking around

[12:07 a.m.] the night is young but here you are, barely able to form a simple sentence as you stumble over your own two feet, the after-effects of the alcohol weighing you down quite heavily. it’s a fucking amazing thing that you are not alone, though, because helping you unlock the door and enter your shared apartment is none other than your (ridiculously attractive) roommate yoongi. the man’s a music producer and when he gets a call to come to the club from anyone else, he flatly replies, “no, I’m busy,” before proceeding to hang up the phone. however, he has a different set of rules whenever you’re involved. that’s why when he saw your caller ID and picked up the phone, your friend answered, “yoongi? y/n’s plastered off her ass, you need to take her home.” he didn’t think twice before securing his jacket and driving over to pick you up.

as soon as you enter the doorway, you push yourself past yoongi and beeline over to the couch. you pop yourself onto the cushions and lazily blink back at him, and you can tell that he’s exhausted. his eyes are a little droopy, and his face has gone pale but truth be told, he still looks like the most angelic person in the room.

“wait here, and don’t move,” yoongi instructs and goes into the hallway. a few moments later, he returns with a bottle of water. he sits directly in front of you on the ground and he hands you the bottle of water (after opening it for you like the gentleman he is), before proceeding to undo your shoes. You stare down intently as he unbuckles the heels, and you can only think that no one has cared this much for you in a long time. after your shoes are removed, yoongi looks up at you. “what’s going on, y/n? is everything okay?”

you’re nervous now because you don’t know what to tell him; you’ve had the craziest revelation that has been eating away at you for who knows how long. how in the world do you tell your roommate that you’re in love with him? eventually, things had to boil over which is what’s led you to make the worst decision which was to drink more than you can normally take. you can’t imagine what rejection would be like from someone that you live with, so you decided against telling him. however, now that he has presented this question to you, all you can do is whimper and look at him with teary, red eyes. “I can’t tell you,” is all you say, and his eyebrows furrow. “I won’t push you. but let’s get you ready for bed, okay?” his hand reaches to wipe your tears, and for a second his palm lingers, warming up the side of your face.

he helps you up and walks you to the bathroom, closing the toilet lid for you to sit down on. he reaches for your makeup remover wipes and begins to clean the various layers of cosmetics from your skin, with a touch so gentle it’s as if he’s cleaning a porcelain doll. “yoongi, can I tell you something?” you whisper, the alcohol beginning to dilute in your system. “of course, sweetheart, anything.” you look directly into his eyes and let out a long sigh. “I went out drinking today because… I don’t want to hear a rejection.” yoongi blinks back, confused. you continue, “I like you. a lot. as more than a friend. and I don’t want to know if you don’t like me the same way, because then it’ll be weird and we live together and it’s gonna make you uncomfortable then I-” you stop talking when yoongi places an index finger to your lips. “you’re rambling, y/n,” yoongi’s ears are tinted red and you can see that he’s nervous: his gaze is darting everywhere and he’s constantly licking his lips, perhaps looking for the right thing to say. he always knows the right thing to say.

“I like you a lot too, y/n. I have for a little while now. all I need you to know right this moment is that I would never reject you. ever. for now, though, let’s get you changed and in bed, we can talk in the morning, okay?” you know he’s not just dismissing you because you see the sincerity in his eyes and you just hope he can see it in yours, too. he grabs your hands and walks you to your room where he gathers some pajamas and lets you change. once you’ve finished, he tucks you into bed but before leaving, he sits on the edge of it and gently strokes the top of your head. “goodnight, beautiful. I will see you in the morning.” he smiles down at you and bends over to leave a searing kiss on your forehead that you swear you can feel for the rest of the night after he leaves to his room. tomorrow’s very much anticipated on your end and on the other side of the wall, yoongi can’t help but fantasize about what awaits him the next morning as well.

[11:56 p.m.] it hurts a lot when taehyung forgets to show up to your birthday party, especially since it’s a really important one: your 21st. this is important because this is the night you find out who your soulmate is. it’s supposed to be a tattoo that appears on your wrist and it shows up on midnight the day after your birthday; you’ve seen it on your parents’ wrists, your best friend and her husband’s wrists and of course, jin and most of the others. taehyung, though, kept his wrapped up. you never saw him show it, either cloth or a watch would cover it. you wonder why he kept it hidden, and you also wonder if any of the other boys knew what it said, because you have a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, it’s your initials.

jimin and the others stay over that evening, reminiscing the nights events. you are all seated comfortably on the couches in your living room, conversing about random things. “are you excited?”jungkook asks you and you nod. he’s older than you by a few years and he’s actually the reason you met and befriended the rest of the group. “you finally get to find out who you’re destined to be with for the rest of your life,“ namjoon adds, looking down at his wrist and tracing the letters with adoration in his eyes. he found his soulmate a couple of months ago, and they’re totally in love. that must be nice.

you smile solemnly, hoping that your pain is masked by the grin because it’s not the moment you imagined; perhaps everything would’ve been better if taehyung was here. the boys told you he’d be missing the night, as he was “working on his single” according to them. but jungkook’s gaze can’t lie to you and you sense the hesitancy. ouch. that means he didn’t wanna be here. and nothing makes you more sick to your stomach.

your eyes find the clock every few seconds, and your heartbeat accelerates as it approaches closer to midnight. it’s now 11:58 and the silence in the room grows heavier and heavier, everyone in anticipation. in your head, all you can imagine is how crazy it would be if the letters KTH appear on your wrist. it’s nothing short of a dream at this point.

one minute before midnight is when you start feeling a tingling sensation on your wrist. it’s when you wince painfully that everyone’s eyes are on you, jungkook on your left rubbing your shoulder in an attempt to relieve the pain. and perhaps you’ve started to lose it because you’ve been sleep deprived but you start to see the faintest marking of the letter K. no. it can’t be.

T.

H.

those are the letters that appear on your wrist. you look around the room in wonder, the boys’ voices sounding fuzzy as all you can think is, damn it, why isn’t he here for this?

the exhaustion is taking over your body fast, and it’s within minutes that you feel fatigued. the last thing you hear before you fall asleep on the couch is “taehyung should’ve been here.”

[3:42 p.m.] the rain hits the windows in an irregular pattern, but you can only hear the thumping of namjoon's heart as your ear is pressed against his chest. the gentle rise and fall of both of your bodies are synchronized, and you focus your gaze on the flicker of the cinnamon-scented candle, the aroma filling the room so much so that you no longer discern its distinct scent as a new addition to the atmosphere. your hand that rested in namjoon's hair comes down to your line of sight, and his arms tighten around your body upon the loss of contact. the light of the fire reflects the diamond now resting on your finger, finally happy to find its long-lost soulmate. namjoon had proposed several days ago, yet the giddiness in your chest and the lightheadedness you feel every time you are reminded of his new title is not a feeling you think you'll ever get used to. your eyes trail up from his lips to his closed eyes, and you whisper, "my fiancee." his eyes blink open slowly at the sound of your voice breaking the silence in the room, and he gives you a tired grin. "it doesn't feel real, namjoon. it's a dream, isn't it?" he reaches to tuck a strand of hair away from your forehead, the candlelight contouring your face. "well, y/n, if it's a dream, then I never want to wake up from it."