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Humility is alien to her

✑Pairing : Warrior in training! Taehyung x Village Thief! female Y/N

✑ Genre: Strangers to lovers! AU in Joseon Dynasty, fluff and teeny bit of angst

✑Warnings: Mentions of poverty, sickness and disabilities. Mention of theft (I do not condone the act of stealing, this is only for the purpose of the story.) Taehyung is a sweetheart, Y/N is level headed and is tired. Tae has a little stubble just like the run bts episode for the first half of the story (he gets rid of it later!) 

✑ Inspiration: From 달려라 방탄! or RUN BTS! EP 145 where Taehyung has the fake stubble :D

✑ Words: 5k

☞ Summary: He had a boyish grin and sun-kissed skin, he wanted to be a man. She had tattered clothes and guilty eyes, she ran. 

In which, Y/N who despite her want to have an honest living has to resort to theft and Taehyung is the sweetest and not so intimidating warrior in training who wants to lend a hand.

☞ Note: There is mention of a disability and if anyone thinks the representation of this disability is done incorrectly then please let me know! also this took 2 weeks to write bc i am the most lethargic shit on the planet lolololol. why is tumblr so ass when it comes to copypasting UGH

Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

also if i like it enough, i’ll write a part two :p no promises 

this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!

Today was hotter than your usual afternoons, as though the sun peered its light rays right into your skin; boiling your blood. A gust of wind rushed through matted hair, giving a second of breezy relief before the humidity settled in again. Pressing your lips together to contain yourself, you kept running. 

 With an iron grip on the straw bag you held, your sore feet made their way to the distant part of the village. The small village in Daegu that you resided in was always bustling, filled with life. A fairly well off town as they all claimed, a town with its happy people and their happy bags of wealth. Happy children and their even happier gold spooned life. 

That was certainly not the case for your family.

After a final glance behind your back, you made your way to the dark wooden door. Your fingers grazed the knob; it was warm. The warmth of home. The feeling did not last long when a small shard of wood sliced your finger. You hissed. It was a small cut, annoying nonetheless.

Your hiss faded away as quickly as it came when the form of the little boy crouched down on the thin white sheets came to your view. Round, watery and redden eyes staring at you with helplessness. Shivering chapped lips that curved the slightest when your figure came into view. Skin pale white, loss of the warmth of blood. The boy shivered a bit before meeting your eyes. 

Even in this saddening state, he flashed you an attempt at a smile, lips curving with all his will and might. Guilt crept up in you, how could you get annoyed by a small cut when he is still smiling despite everything? 

“I-I got us food. Fruits!”  His mouth moved, trying to form a coherent sentence to thank you but nothing came out. His gaze fell, eyes downcast. Gently walking towards him, you held his hand and brought him to your embrace, hugging him tightly. 

A lump formed in your throat, you felt bad. You felt disgusted, even dirty. You knew well the food you got for him wasn’t in the most civil way one should. This town(despite its “gold brimmed citizens”)  was not forgiving to the lower class. The want to be honest and have a truthful living was adamant within you, so deep within you that you couldn’t find it anymore. 

“Ah! Taehyung! My boy, what are you doing here in the market? Don’t see you around anymore.” 

The said man turned around, sharp, straight brows angling at the voice of the old woman who spoke to him. His aloof face met the gentle eyes of her, she smiled at him fondly. 

His shoulders sagged down in relief upon seeing her, wide grin now replacing his face. His right hand rubbed his neck, chuckling shyly. 

“Oh? Halmoni. I came here to get some vegetables. How are you?”

“This old woman is doing as good as she can. Now tell me, my boy, what would you like?” 

Squinting his eyes, he tried to remember the items he was told to get. Moments passed with him still trying to recollect his memory. Glancing back at her with embarrassingly red cheeks, he nervously laughed. 

The old woman looked up at him for a moment before bursting into a big laugh, patting on her thigh. “You grew a beard and all but your mind is still the same, boy.” 

“Ha-halmoni, it is not like that. I just suffer from short memory loss… a-and the beard is because I am a man now...”, he tried to shift the blame on the memory problem he never had. 

“Aha. Whatever eases you, my child.  Now, here you go” she handed him a basket filled with various kinds of vegetables. He reached out, grabbing it with a small smile. Patting his head she continued, “tell your mother and brother I sent these to their way.”

Bowing in return, he turned to go further inside the market. The busy marketplace still looked the same. From the many years he has grown up here, it always felt the same. Lively with smiles. The smell of freshly harvested fruits and greens, the teenage girls giggling near the trinket stores, mothers arguing with the vendors to negotiate the price, and the ever-so-subtle scent of fish and meat lingering between all of it. 

With a small jump in every step, he walked around the market humming a melody. From the corner of his eye, he saw a small craftsman store. His curiosity peaked. He hadn’t seen this store before, granted he hadn’t visited the market in months because of his “training to be a warrior” which mostly consisted of the boy convincing himself that the beard he had grown will make him look older and more intimidating. 

With a soft voice, he spoke to the craftsman who was seated with his creations. A multitude of wooden horses, small swords, jewelry boxes, bracelets, brooches. His long fingers delicately looked at one of the small swords, it was similar to the one he played with as a child. 

An eager yelp took his attention, beside him was a girl. She did not seem like a teenager, perhaps a bit older. Her raven coloured hair was braided and pulled back. She was looking at a rose coloured brooch. It was a small butterfly with intricate details in its wings. It was beautiful. 

Her lips quivered, eyes wandering on the brooch with a defeated sigh. His gaze fell on the straw hat she had held onto and her hanbok. The straw hat was big, bigger than what an average person used, so big that it would cover one’s face completely. Her hanbok unlike the other females in the market was simpler. It lacked the details of silk and bright coloured fabrics. The dusty pink colour of the hanbok and its owner resulted in his probing eyes.

Trying to play it off cool, his eyes gave his attention back to the wooden horses whilst occasionally stealing a glance at her.

The peaceful evening in the market was disturbed when a voice yelled out in frustration. 

“My fruits are stolen again! This is the third time in this week has happened.”, it was the fruit vendor, who cringed his face in frustration, sweat dripping from his forehead. He looked livid.

 “It’s probably the kids making you look like a fool again.”, another voice jumped out. It was the fish seller who looked back at the angry man with a grin.

 “It’s not the kids. It’s a woman! Every time she comes over, I have a load of my stuff vanished! She-”

“A woman? Why would a woman ever do such a thing!” an elderly woman added with trepidation. 

“What does she look like?” enquired one more. Now everyone's attention was in this conversation. 

“That woman is no good! I have not seen her face. It is always covered with a straw hat. An enormous one.”

 Taehyung snapped his head around to his side, the woman in pink hanbok vanished from his sight. The image of her face, the flushed lips, and the almond-shaped eye disappearing from his memory. Quickly he looked back to the craftsman table where he kept his trinkets. The pink brooch laid there, untouched. 

With the money he had left, he purchased the pink butterfly. 

You slammed your palm against your forehead. So careless. You were so careless today. The force of reality hits your head. How could you go out in the open with your hat so carelessly? The villagers already knew the form you took. God Dammit if you were a little bit more swift you could have avoided this situation altogether. 

You shuddered, remembering the very vivid description of the woman in the big straw hat. The thief. The one who they hated. The one who was you. You coughed out loud, running out of breath as you walked towards the small road that led to the cottage you lived in. Something in your guts told you that you were seen. Caught. Caught committing theft. 

The small edge to his eyes, while he looked at the small toy swords, came to your mind- that man. Clad in a royal blue, your eyes didn’t miss the details of gold in his hanbok. Or the way he glanced at your form, from time to time. You did not miss any of it. 

“Stupid-stupid so stupid! You irresponsible girl!” your voice yelled to your own self. “Ah-why? Why can you not do a thing right? Argh-”

The sound of a tree branch breaking stirred you away from your self-deprecating scolding. The path you were walking on was not used by the villagers often. It was at the end of the town. A quiet place. There were not many animals around who would randomly step on a tree branch during this time of the day. As one would, feelings of fear and dread followed suit. You were too scared to look behind. 

You pressed your lips shut, breath hitching. From the corner of your eye you could make out a figure standing there- just as still as you. Like a deer in headlights. You took a step back, the figure behind you also took a step behind. You clenched your hand and moved a couple of steps forward. The figure behind you did the same. 

‘What trickery game is this?’

Sighing one last time, you knew if you didn’t run now you’d be in big trouble. You would run very fast; you decided. In 

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3- “Wait! Don’t you dare try to run away!” it was a heavy, deep voice that yelled from behind you. It didn’t sound like it was too far behind. Oh, you were in big trouble. You bent down, touching the area near your feet, and unbeknownst to the person behind you grabbed a rock big enough to fit your palm. 

If you had to face this person. You will. With safety of course

A twirl on your heels and you were face to face with the voice that called you out. Both your hands were tucked behind your back. You were expecting a middle-aged man, most likely a general but what met your eyes had you stumble on your feet. 

Those sharp yet heavy eyes staring back at you. The black pearls staring right at you, iris turning a hazel colour when the sun shined on it. He had speckles of hair on his chin and upper lip, a stubble. Glancing further, you saw the very royal hanbok which covered his sunkissed skin. He had  It was him, the sword toy guy at the trinket shop!

Your lips parted, you wanted to say something- anything but your mouth refused. 

His brow arched, he too seemed to be intrigued to see you here; a little flare of hesitance floating in there too. “You. Why did you try to run? I saw you leaving the market.” his voice was deep, trying to assert dominance within the two of you. 

“I don’t see how it is your business. I will take my leave.”

His brow perked up, and for a split second, you could see a boyish pout, saddened eyes. It was so quick that you almost missed it.  

He looked at you to continue. 

“Why must I allow you to do so?”

“You could. This once.” 

He started walking closer to you, stoic face piercing into your soul. He brought his right hand up, guiding towards you. Your fight, flight, and freeze scenes tingled and before you knew it, the rock you held onto met his shoulder with a big thud. 

“Ah! W-why?”He groaned, peach lips pouting as he patted his shoulder. His entire demeanor changed the moment that hero of a rock hit him. His sharp eyes now round and slightly glassy. Round cheeks tucked into a scowl.

“Ajusshi! Don’t come near me!” you threatened and held the rock in front of your hands.

“Ajusshi? What am I some old man!-I was trying to remove the spider that’s been crawling on your left shoulder! And you dare hit me-”

You smacked him this time, without the rock though. He shut up. 

Looking to your left, sure enough, was a black spider; dangerously close to your neck. “AHHHH! A- SPIDER!” your hand swatted it away in one swing.

Silence. Quietness engulfed the air as you recovered from the spider and the man in front of you recovered from your fist. You looked back at him, he was on his knees; one hand touching his shoulder while the other grazed his hurt. 

Now, this was certainly not how you expected someone clad in clothes similar to that of a warrior to react when hit by a girl. It was too humorous to you, a laugh almost slipped past your throat. The man looked back at you, angrily eyeing you. You cracked a wicked grin at the man before turning. A part of you wanted to stop, help him get up but you masked that with his boyish behavior favoring your humor. “You must be pretty strong, yeah? Good sir.” 

He suddenly stood up, you turned and saw both his hands to his right side. Then you spotted something. A sword. 

Oh, honey. You were done for. Say your prayers.

Suddenly, the laugh, the mockery towards him. You wanted to take it all back. 

You waited, looking at him anxiously. He looked at you one last time before drawing his sword out. You shut your eyes tight, ready for any slash or blow. There was nothing. 

Peering your eyes open, you were presented with a long wooden sword. 

A wooden sword.

You blinked once. He blinked once.

You blinked twice. He blinked twice. 

You bite your lip hard, suppressing any burst of laughter that might come. “Haha!”

“What in the world is that- a wooden sword?” 

He stared at the sword with utter shock. He was not expecting it himself .“Ah! Why did Seokjin hyung switch my real sword with the wooden one!” he stomped his feet on the ground, nose scrunch with distaste.

He looked back at your laughing face, hands clutching your stomach as you tried to contain your laughter. his cheeks were pink, lips curved from ear to ear. "tsk. is it so funny?" he couldn't help but snicker before laughing along with you. 

He held the handle of the wooden sword, attempting to put it back in the scabbard. His wobbly arms failed to sheath his sword. He sighed. You gingerly took a few steps towards him and held the hilt. His gaze fell on your face. With the help of your guiding hands, he successfully pushed the sword inside of the scabbard.

It had been three weeks since that incident with the warrior guy. After his several failed attempts to put his sword back in the sheath, he finally caved in for your help. This led to a twinkle in his eyes, he asked you more questions. That led to more questions and more answers. You could feel the imaginary wall that you’ve built slowly melt away, just the way the coldness of your heart melted. You remember the time when you both exchanged your names:

“Taehyung. Kim Taehyung! That’s my name.” He was grinning; something he did very often when he talked with you. Taehyung was his name. Just like the person itself, the name held colour. It was bright, a dash of hue in your monochromatic life. 

You wouldn’t have given your name back in return but he just- he felt so welcoming. A warm hug on a cold day. An umbrella for the rain. “Y/N. that’s my name.”

You really didn’t know why Taehyung hadn’t ratted you out. In fact, the said guy had not even brought up the topic since that day. He knew something was up (when you ran from the marketplace) but decided to not speak of it. Things back home weren’t going very well either, it only added to your confusion. Yet, it has become a habit to meet him now. No day goes by without seeing his square-like boyish grin and crescented eyes. 

Your legs brushed against the sunlit grass, bare toe touching the earth beneath. You closed your eyes and arched back. The log of wood you were seated beneath was warm, it seemed to have absorbed the heat of the atmosphere. The sky above was filled with shades of pink, orange, and blues; as though they were meant to intertwine with each other for your eyes. Humming a melody (courtesy to him, you’ve caught the habit now) you waited for Taehyung to arrive. It seemed like he was taking much longer than usual to get here. 

“When is he getting here..where is he?”

“Miss me already?” 

Turning around, you saw Taehyung. He was with his usual close-lipped smile and round cheeks but something was off. He was Taehyung, no doubt. It was the brave yet shy guy whom you’ve been meeting. “Taehyung is that..” you scanned his face, from his sharp eyes to the small mole he had underneath his left eye, his lean nose, and his supple lips. His lips-oh-oh. His upper and lower lip area was no longer covered with his facial hair.

“Your beard is gone.”, you said as a matter of fact, not sure how to register this information. His face was clean, soft, and shaven. The skin on his chin was a bit red, you figured it was from removing his facial hair. You had always found Taehyung to be an attractive guy but when a couple of days ago he had revealed he was twenty-five years old it shocked you, more than you have liked it to. 

“Twenty-five?! So you’re not an ajusshi?”

“No! Haha. What about you?”

“Twenty-two.”

His lips were a bright shade of peach, he licked his lips before snickering. You remember a few days ago him going deep into his thoughts when you mentioned why he bothered to keep a beard. He revealed that he’d been growing it for two years to look much older. That very Taehyung was now in front of your eyes, soft smile and red cheeks as he sat beside you. It was as if the entire universe slapped you on your face hard. So hard for you to face the reality of this godly man sitting before you. His hair was also a bit disheveled, he didn’t wear the blue bandana he wore to keep his hair away, instead, it was out and open. 

Your lips parted. You wanted to say something. Anything. You couldn’t. Oh lord, you couldn’t fathom the curve of soft cheeks and the shine on his skin, and good gracious you did not know how to handle these feelings of yours. They were already all over the place because of him but now this? This was pure torture. The sun really did its wonders when illuminating on his face, giving it a godly glow. You could feel yourself melt into a puddle for a man you knew for a couple of weeks!

“Earth to y/n? Are you doing good?” 

“Y-yes!” you stood up at once, stomping your feet with big rounded eyes as you made a salute pose towards him. 

“Ah-okay. Slow down, tiger. You spaced out for a moment.”

“You’re the tiger here not me..”, you fake pouted and sat back down beside him, this time a little bit closer. Taehyung was not oblivious to you sitting closer but chose to not say a word. 

“Why did you shave your beard?” You spoke a little bit too loud. 

He tilted his head before releasing a big boxy grin, his pearlescent teeth were shining through. Your heart beats faster than you would have liked it to. 

“You said I look a lot older with the beard. I want to look my age now.”

“But, Taehyung, didn’t you say it helps intimidate people so that they take you seriously as a warrior?” 

“I am sure I can manage just fine without one now.”

“How so?”

“Change of heart.” he paused. He looked back at you with that sparkle in his eyes which you seemed to never want to look away from. “I think I am capable without it.” 

The evergrowing feeling of fear and trepidation within your gut did not seem pleasant. You really wanted it to go away but your conscience just disagreed. The very concept of getting help when you didn’t ask for it is confusing. It is convoluted for the mind to process since it is already thinking about so much. Must one look down on the possible (bad) reasons someone is helping them? Vice versa. Getting help from someone can either lead to debt from that person or a step to the right path. How were you so adamant that the help you got was out of the kindness of the human heart or that it was a masked face filled with malice?

Not to mention that the said help was none other than Kim Taehyung.

Every day you saw him with a wooden basket whenever he headed towards your way. It was always filled to the brim with a variety of foods. From fruits to vegetables, meat and fish and eggs everything was there. Of course, you refused to accept these first because how could you ever pay him back for all of this. He on the other hand seemed more offended that you refused his help and did not budge from where he stood. He held the basket in his hand for hours before you took it from him. 

“Taehyung you don’t have to do this...I….I can’t pay you back or give anything in return!”

“I am not giving you because I want something in return. I am giving you this because I want to.” 

This also resulted in you not having to go to your “robbery adventures” and risk your life every day. It was refreshing but still too alien. Did he have an ulterior motive? Will he use you later for something? Is he just being another kind human? Are you immune to humility? 

“Y/n!” taehyung called out as he approached you. He waddled over to your figure with round cheeks stuffed, he was chewing bread. His right hand tightly held a woven basket. 

“Hey, how are you?” he asked and without waiting for your answer, plopped himself beside the tree bark you were seated on. 

“I’m good. Better than before…” “You?”

“Inlovebutiwonttellyouthat.” he whispered in a hushed voice but you couldn’t figure out what he said.

“Huh?”

“I said I’m in pain! Ouch, my shoulders still hurt from when you hit me with that rock!”

You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment and he gulped. You both stayed silent. 

“Ah~ here take this. I almost forgot to give you.” he brought the basket up, this time it was filled with green vegetables. Some which you had never seen before. 

“Taehyung.” you stopped him before he could even place the basket onto your hands. He looked up at you. “You-you cannot be doing this!” 

You continued, “Giving me all of this when I can do nothing but helplessly take it and give nothing in return. Why? Taehyung just why? Why would you…” your voice shivered at the end. 

“Y/n. I just want to. You don’t owe me anything, okay? I just have this urge to look out for you. Please let me do it?” “Don’t stop me from it.”

“I-... this is too new for me Taehyung. I’ve never- never had someone look out for me.” 

Taehyung was quiet. His eyebrows were fused together as he tried to form any sort of answer but remained wordless. He did not want to say something that could unintentionally disregard what you said.

You raised your eyes to look at him, you knew he wanted to say something to comfort you but was unable to find words for it. Just like always, you also wanted to thank him for the food. You were not a mannerless human. You felt gratitude and you would do the least which is to express it with words. “Thank you, for this. You keep giving me. I don’t know what to think of it.” 

He smiled in return, he looked at ease with your sincere thanks.

“Do you have a family?” you with intention. 

“Yes! I have an elder brother whom I’ve mentioned before, I have my mom and my precious grandmother with me too.” his eyes lit up like you’ve never seen before, they held stars in them when he spoke about his family with nothing but sheer joy.  

Taehyung didn’t stop there, he went on and on about his family which you eagerly listened to. He talked about how his brother was a doctor, two years older than him, and that he was insanely handsome. “My brother says it is always important to mention his good looks when I talk about him,” he added while swinging his legs back and forth like a toddler as he continued to say more about his family. You found his brother; namely Kim Seokjin to be a vibrant man though you never met him.

 He also mentioned his mother, who in his words seemed like a kind and caring woman. And lastly, his grandmother whom he seemed to absolutely adore more than anything in the world. 

He then turned and with cautious eyes asked you the same question. You were expecting him to and also appreciated his cautious tone. He was making sure he wasn’t crossing any line by asking you this and your heart couldn’t help but flutter. 

“I have a brother.” your voice was a near faint whisper. 

His brows raised in surprise. He was not expecting that. He had so many questions going on in his head, more geared towards your financial stability but he figured that it would be inappropriate to ask them. 

“He’s ten years old. Mute. I adore him.” 

His face held a devastating look. You had never seen another being ever so invested in your life let alone mourn over your personal problems. You were confused, to say the least. 

“He does not talk?” he muttered more to himself than you and you nodded in reply. Your eyes were downcast too. Thinking about your sickeningly pale brother who tried his hardest to show a brave smile around you made you feel lamented. How could you not, the poor boy had been suffering for months now. 

You both sat in further silence, not sure what to say. Then Taehyung spoke and you weren’t sure what to think of it. “Does he like toy swords?” 

You were now opening the door of your house, more like a cottage gingerly, scared to be too loud so that you didn’t frighten your brother. Despite your poverty, you always considered your home a home, a cosy place where it felt warm. The love you and your brother shared for each other made up for the dim-lit house. 

The thought of ever having someone over never came to you so you weren’t prepared.  Taehyung peeked his head from the door, his fluffy brown hair bounced ever so slightly. He didn’t seem to mind your small home, in fact, he looked pleased with it. Last week when you both exchanged words about your family, Taehyung insisted on seeing your brother. You knew well enough that stopping him was not an option since he was rather stubborn. So, now here you two were at your house, to meet your brother. 

With a small sigh, you said, “Well to my humble abode, Sire Kim Taehyung.” 

He chuckled in response to your formal tone. He was still looking around the house. To him, your house looked more lively than he thought it would. Bad of him to assume. Nonetheless, he was pleased with the welcoming energy your abode radiated. Taehyung had quickly figured out that his means of helping you did not mean he wanted you to feel like a charity case. He was sure in one way or another, you did. This led to him taking a much gentler approach when trying to help you, which in all honesty he had no reason to but he was always a man to follow his heart. If his heart wants to help this beautiful and brave lady; you, then so be it. Today he brought in one of the small wooden swords he used to play with and practice with when he was a young lad himself. He thinks this was the best choice for a gift. Granted he doesn’t know how your brother is but he hopes it’ll bring the small boy some joy.

Not very far from the main entrance gate was a boy. He had disheveled, matted hair. He looked very sick. Much like your description of him, he looked the same. Small frame, a bit shivering, pale skin that lacked any colour, sunken eyes boring his face, and chapped lips which bled from the side a bit due to dehydration. Taehyung couldn’t explain how much his heart shattered into pieces. The tears were already building up in his eyes and he had to look away to force the tears back inside.

You looked to your side at him, you understood his expression because you also had the same. You looked back at your brother, your heart ached for him, and yet you couldn’t do much for him. You felt a hand envelope yours, it was Taehyungs. He was looking at you with gentle eyes, as a sign for you to not lose yourself. You couldn’t be any more grateful. 

Your brother jolted upon seeing you too, his eyes widened. He looked so scared. His already pale face turned even whiter. You pursed your lips together and walked to your brother. With a smile on your lips, you gently embraced him; not too tight since he was so fragile. “Daehyun-ah, I have a friend of mine over. He wanted to see you.” 

Daehyuns eyes wandered to the tall man standing behind you. He seemed scared but slowly relaxed when he saw Taehyungs overly warm and sweet smile. Taehyung too with gentle steps walked to Daehyun and crouched down to his level. His smile never left his face. 

“Hi!” he said a little bit too enthusiastically. Realising how loud he was, he cracked a sheepish grin and continued. “I’m Taehyung. Your noona’s best friend. It’s nice to meet you, Daehyunie.” 

Daehyuns eyes lit upon his name being mentioned. Even with trembling lips, his lips curved into the faintest smile towards Taehyung. 

“I have a little gift for you Daehyun. I hope you like it as much as I used to.” 

His arms which were behind him this entire time now came forward. He was holding a small wooden sword. It looked adorable. Your eyes curved into crescents when you saw Taehyung handing it to Daehyun with a big grin. A domestic feeling settled within you. 

You guided your hands on your brother’s and helped him hold the little sword. You swear you hadn’t ever seen him so ecstatic. The sword felt a little bit too heavy for him so he let go of it with a small pout. The wooden toy walling on the floor with a thud and the little boy shut his eyes in disappointment. 

“Now, I’ve also got some fruits with me. You have to eat it all up, Daehyunie. How else are you going to hold that sword of yours, hm? We’ll make you all strong and big.” taehyung chuckled and looked back at you. 

Your smile was small but grateful. You had done so much but gotten so little. You had the burden of two worlds on your shoulder and got so little help. Though he couldn’t help in the ways he wanted to, Taehyung decided to be the pillar you could lean on when you journeyed through your life. 

Daehyun brought his shaky hand on Taehyungs and held it tightly with a big grin. His eyes were trembling. His pupils were glassy and a single drop of salty tear fell on their hand. That is when the man in blue had an epiphany, he had finally taken the first in becoming someone’s shield and someone’s hope. He was still far away from where he desired to be, but still a step closer from before. 

@youmistme​ 

Downfall [Prologue]

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1,681

Genre: Assassin AU

Warning: Violence. Lots of violence.

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26

“Honey, go to your brother.”

The doorbell had rung just a moment ago, and your mother took one look through the viewing hole of the front door before she spun around to lift your toddler body from the couch where you were coloring away on a notepad.

“Why, mommy? What’s wrong?” you squeaked as your mother set you down onto the wooden floor, pushing you hurriedly to the rear end of the house.

You knew your older sibling, Namjoon, didn’t like to be bothered when listening to music in his room, so you were unsure of her request. The doorbell rang a second time and you could tell that it made your mother anxious with each second you didn’t listen to her command.

“Just go get your brother and stay inside your room, okay?”

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Ahhhh!!! This fic holds so much power in my heart you would not believe!!! It's been years upon years since I read this. Since I cried at the ending. This story will take you on such an emotional rollercoaster that by the end of it you'll be left breathless.

Story Page: Underworld

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Honestly one of my favorite series ever. There's so much to unpack in each and every part and I love the various kinks that are shown throughout. Also I'm very much in love with Catherine, The Mistress. I love her backstory, her confidence as she grew. I love how much power she holds, not just for when she's with someone else, but the fact that her start wasn't easy and yet she still kept her head high and heels even higher. She's someone that I look up to in those ways.

Thank you for writing these amazing stories as well as your other ones. You've never failed to make me feel so much while reading them💕💕

Call Me Mistress Masterpost

Series Summary: A collection of stories recounting the titillating work of the domme known only as the Mistress.

Genre: Smut, Angst (some fluff in a few stories) 

POV: 2nd Person (from the Mistress’ perspective)

Warning: Sub!BTS, Domme!OC, sex work, BDSM, femdom, sexual themes, profanity (additional warnings in each story)

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“Main Line” of Stories (by order of the CMM Timeline):

Prologue | OC | sex work mentions | [Read on AO3]

River (M) | Sub!Namjoon | petplay, foot fetishism, cumplay, praise kink | [Read on AO3]

The Mistress spends an evening with “River,” a young stockbroker who serves as her obedient pet. 

Ramen (M) | Parts: 01 | 02 | 03 | Sub!Jungkook | spanking, public humiliation, nipple play, masturbation, teasing, edging, overstimulation, sex toys | [Read on AO3]

A long-term client hires the Mistress to help celebrate his best friend’s birthday. 

Firetruck (M) | Sub!Seokjin | mommy kink, ageplay, roleplay, spanking | [Read on AO3]

The Mistress celebrates Christmas with Firetruck, a neurosurgeon who longs for a maternal touch.

Interlude (M) | OC backstory, feat. Sunggyu (INFINITE) | triggering content | [Read on AO3]

The Mistress visits a women’s health clinic and relives a dark period from her past. 

Pinwheel (M) | Sub!Jimin | oral sex (face-riding), sex toys, bondage, anal play, praise kink, pegging, multiple orgasms, spanking, creampie | [Read on AO3]

The Mistress reunites with a long-term client after not seeing him for months. 

Bamboo (M) | Sub!Taehyung | exhibitionism, transvestic fetishism, degradation (verbal and physical), excessive slapping, spitting, masturbation | [Read on AO3]

The Mistress offers her services to an affluent client seeking a sharp tongue and merciless hand.

Onyx (M) | Parts: 01 | 02 | Sub!Yoongi | light torture, slapping, nipple clamps, bondage (handcuffs), orgasm denial, overstimulation, sadism, revenge | [Read on AO3]

After six months of waiting, the Mistress reunites with the man who changed everything.

Stoplight (M) | Sub!Hoseok | impact play, flogging, shibari, blood, body worship, role reversal, Transference!AU crossover | [Read on AO3]

A trusted friend calls upon the Mistress to alleviate his heartache.

Ooh 🥺😭

My heart broke, and broke some more, and was then ripped into shreds before it felt whole again. Reading this story was a very emotional ride. I loved the way you created the story. Each scene was so intricate, linear, and they connected with the other members in beautiful diamond like pieces. This was a joy to read and I'm very thankful that they were all able to have their happy ending together. I also really enjoyed the moment of where it felt like it came full circle with them again at the end. Especially for Taehyung.

Thank you so much for writing this! I also strangly remeber when this came out because of the title and liking it so I could read it later on, but I never came back to it. So I'm very very glad that I did today😄I'm sending you lots of my love!!!💕💕💕

The Eve (m)

Anonymous said: hiiii omg, I love your writings;; can I request a past lives/reincarnation au?? Thank you sm ilyyy

Anonymous said: since the whole soulmates thing is always hinted in ynwa, could you possibly elaborate on that? Maybe in a one-shot? Please don’t stop writing!!

Anonymous said: Are you implying that,, 👀yn👀and👀ot7👀were👀soulmates👀in👀all👀of👀their👀previous👀lives👀,,, I know that the request box is long closed,, but pweaseeeeeeeeee consider writing a one shot about their hypothetical previous lives and how exactly had it go, uwu

Summary: Perhaps the greatest love story, lost with time – history carved by the hands of the unaware, the world forgets the existence of one woman who stole the hearts of 7 Gods, bringing strife, war, destruction and devastation raging across the globe. And, beneath it all, the birth of something more. The love that drove them mad, the love they could never have.

But destiny always found a way to reunite star-crossed lovers.

Soulmates!AU, Greek Gods!AU, reincarnation!AU

Pairing: Namjoon/Reader, Seokjin/Reader, Yoongi/Reader, Hoseok/Reader, Jimin/Reader, Taehyung/Reader, Jungkook/Reader, Poly!BTS

Disclaimer: this fic is in no way historically or culturally accurate. Timelines, personality and plot are all unrelated to actual Greek mythology. It is a world constructed purely by my own imagination and creativity. I only borrowed the names, roles and general duties of the Greek Gods mentioned. It is not my intent to infringe on the cultural, social, historical or religious implications of these figures. I ask that anyone who finds offense in this to not read. This is a fanfiction and does not reflect any aspect of reality in any way, shape or form. Feel free to DM me if there is any part you feel strongly about that I can adjust.

Warnings: Cursing, graphic descriptions of sex, dirty talk, polyamory, brief sexism, angst, infidelity, oral (male and female), overstimulation, rough sex, teasing, unprotected sex, marking, multiple orgasms, blindfolds, bindings, handjobs, dry humping, dom!namjoon, dom!jin, dom!hobi, dom!tae, dom!yoongi, sub!jimin, switch!jk, switch!reader

Length: 8.3k

Notes: holyshitbasicallyasmutfestwithplotandabucketloadofangst I think I got kinda carried away with this concept LOL, I really do hope you guys enjoy. Uni is giving me backpains and general depression and I probably won’t be posting anything until midterms are over. I still have a bunch of asks sitting in my inbox (sorry!) so those will definitely get answered soon.

On another note, I do have some fancams I recorded from the concert; if anyone wants them, please lmk so I can post them.

Poseidon!Tae, Ares!JK, Hades!Yoongi, Apollo!Hobi, Hephaestus!Joon, Hermes!Jimin, Zeus!Jin

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2000 BC

“Wake, my love.” Long fingers traced the curve of your hip, palm splaying at your inner thigh as you shift in your sleep. The words were mere whispers as gentle lips pressed against your temple.

“We are to be late if you do not rise, heart.” Even so, it was to the sharp ache of a new flower blooming across the scattered plum-flavoured constellation that graced your neck and chest that you truly roused to.

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Peppermint Mocha (m)

Summary: A week in the college life with seven boyfriends.

Pairing: Namjoon/Reader, Jin/Reader, Yoongi/Reader, Hoseok/Reader, Jimin/Reader, Taehyung/Reader, Jungkook/Reader

Warnings: fluff fest, you are advised to visit the dentist following consumption, sub!jungkook, sub!jimin, sub!taehyung, switch!hobi, sub!namjoon (ish), sub!jin, sub!yoongi, handjobs, cock rings, vibrators (anal), oral (male), dry humping, multiple orgasms 

Length: 4.9k

Notes: WHEW i finally finished shdsskd i’m never using google docs ever again, formatting never saves and i had to manually fix the spacing and italicizing i’m scarred for life. i hope this lives up to expectations and i’m sorry it took so long but now i’m gonna disappear for a bit to do midterms lmao lmk what you think!!

College!AU - Film major!Jin (Master’s), photography major!Tae, graphic design & photography double major!JK, philosophy & history double major!Joon, performing dance major!Hobi, contemporary dance major!Jimin, music composition major!Yoongi, unspecified major!reader

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Monday, 8:01 AM

“Baby.” A small moan escaped your throat as you snuggled in closer, chasing the warmth that tugged at you.

“Baby, you need to wake up.” Gentle fingers brushed at your cheeks and you nuzzled into the touch as palms cupped your face. “Baby.” Amusement laced his tone, and you knew he was smiling down at you.

Peeking through one eye, lips pouting as you lifted one finger to poke into those infuriatingly gorgeous dimples, Namjoon grinned. “Time for class, baby girl.”

Groaning, you let yourself drop back onto the mattress, watching as he stood. He was already fully dressed for the day, with dark washed jeans, a fitted black turtleneck, silver wristwatch and thin framed lenses that perched on his nose. You melted a bit when he leaned in to press a kiss against your temple. The man looked like he’d stepped out of a fall edition magazine. “Coffee’s on the table, see you at 2.” Namjoon grabbed his keys from the nightstand, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder as he made his forever timely morning exit. 

“Namjoonie-hyung gone?” You hummed in response as you slipped from the bed, dropping a quick kiss to Jimin’s cheek as you made your way to the bathroom. “Where’s Kook?”

“Still sleeping,” he replied, trailing after you. You relaxed into his hold as you brushed your teeth, him resting his chin on the grove of your shoulder, arms wrapped snugly around your stomach. Moving through the remainder of your skin care routine, Mondays were always a little more bearable with Jimin playfully swiping cream onto your nose, running a brush gently through your hair as you washed your face.

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“Hello,” he coos, and the boy’s eyes light up with curiosity at the sound of Namjoon’s voice.  “It’s nice to meet you, little one.” 

I was first introduced to this fic a few years ago in passing, likely when it first started, and then again this past Christmas by a friend of mine who told me that she binged the entire thing in one night. I’m not quite sure how she did it, but she did, and if I remember correctly, she didn’t fall asleep until 4 or 5 am the next morning.

A part of me wishes she would’ve told me how engrossing this story was beforehand so I could’ve prepared my heart for the emotional rollercoaster this brought me, but the me right now is quite thankful that she didn’t. I wouldn’t have experienced or felt the same emotions that I did while I read the amazing and gripping story within. The moments where I was smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt. The moments where my heart felt like it was shattering in my chest. Or right now when all that remains is a softness in my heart for all of the characters that you have introduced since the beginning and the conclusion that feels so full and warm.

I didn’t know that I could come to love all of the characters that are a part of this so much, but I do and I think I will for a long time. This past week of me binging the entirety of this story has made me learn and feel so much, and for that, I am incredibly thankful for you and your words. Thank you for making me feel something. I’ll never forget this story💕

Sweeter than Sweet (Epilogue)

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Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Jimin x Yoongi, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader, Jungkook x reader, Jin x reader, Hoseok x reader.

Warnings: Nil of note

Word count: 3.1K

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It’s been a good few years, now, since Namjoon has thought of the manor as home.  

‘Home’ these days is a one-bedroom apartment over on the rougher side of town that he shares with not just one, but two feline companions; a safe space filled with books, bonsai trees, and a sizeable collection of plushie toys that he’s never quite been able to make himself throw away.  

His excuse is that Nova would never allow it - the lady of the house is far too fond of tearing off their poor, unsuspecting heads to bid them leave - but secretly, Namjoon rather likes to see their sweetly smiling faces and soft bodies sat atop the bed you once called yours. 

Not that you would know the place was anything other than his if you looked at it now.  It’d taken a long time for him to even consider redecorating after having moved in - still not quite believing your generosity could possibly be real - but slowly, as the months had gone by, he’d allowed himself to start adding little touches of Namjoon here and there.  He’d painted over your god awful gaudy wallpaper in the living room and ripped out the kitchen for which he has no use, fashioning it into a study instead; a quiet, secluded space to grade his student’s papers.  

These days, he might even dare to say he feels happy, and whilst a lot of the progress he’s made has been down to his own personal perseverance, Namjoon still knows how deeply indebted to you he remains for setting the wheels of change in motion.  It’s why he’s here at the threshold of the manor now, having answered your summoning call - it’s why he always will, regardless of what your reason or need may be. 

You changed his life, showed him how to live again, and for that and so many things, he will always, always adore you.  

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“The only men here are about to be my only companions for the next twelve years. Seems like a bad plan to fuck them.”

Bee,

You would not believe how excited I was when I first found out that you would be updating Void this week. I’ve been following you and this series since forever and this was the spark of dopamine that I needed to help me get through the rest of this week. I missed how much I missed this story. I missed the characters, I missed the plot. And I especially missed just your overall writing. It has been such a comfort for me over the past few years so, thank you. For everything.

Okay, so, when I picked up the story again and was reimmersed into that...intense… setting, I knew that without a doubt, I would’ve been so embarrassed having that conversation. I mean, basically asking seven handsome men to screw you silly while in space so blatantly takes so much courage. Courage that I definitely do not have because being in that situation is not for the faint of heart. But props to her for being so open and standing her ground with confidence.

I honestly love this main character a lot because of that. She’s honest, headstrong, smart and witty, and overall just a good-natured human being. She knows that what’s out there in Europa is bigger than anything that they’ve experienced, and she has a good head on her shoulders. Though there were moments that just made me burst out into laughter. Like, when this happened: 

Namjoon finishes his debrief of the week’s goals and claps his hands. “Anyone have anything else mission related we need to discuss?”

“My period is over,” you announce to your assembled crew. 

A muscle pulses in Namjoon’s jaw. “Officer, I wouldn’t consider that mission-related.”

You cross your arms and lean back in your chair. “Just freely sharing information.”

And the flashback where everyone was telling what their one personal object they would bring into space would be and Jin said Vodka! I nearly choked on my salad.

But there were other moments, deeper moments that made my heart melt and gaze soften. Like this moment here:

You sigh. “Can I tell you a secret?” You lean in closer and put a hand on his thigh. He leans in too. “There just has to be life down there. I know there has to be.”

“I hope so.” He rests his hand on yours. 

“We’re going to find it together, you and I.” You grab his hand and squeeze it. 

It just felt so pure and picturesque, as if for a moment it was just her and Hoseok and it was so beautiful to feel that connection between the two. There was also the scene at the beginning when Namjoon and the main character were taking in his sleep pod and you said, “The two of you stare at each other for a minute. An immovable object and an unstoppable force.”, and it just felt like the perfect depiction of the two of them. I really have no other words for that.

Oh, and I can’t forget when Taehyung admitted his feelings for Jimin (I KNEW IT!). But it was a heartfelt moment when he was explaining why he wanted to hide it. Even more so when the main character offered to work together to cover this until a better time. It’s little golden pieces like these that make me enjoy the story so much more. It feels so humane and real, and you understand why some of the characters aren’t as open to relationships now because of the ones that ended prior to this expedition. And just overall, I’m in love. 

Also, can we talk about that ending for a second?!?! It was so hot and amazing and I really love that you see this side of Seokjin. It’s unexpected, but definitely not something that I strayed away from. He’s enamoring and it was just...WOW. I felt like though that there was something more in the way of why she was acting desperate in those last few moments. Like the reason she wanted to have sex with them was for more than group stability and openness. Like maybe she has something to prove to herself? Or maybe to someone else? I don’t know. I just had really strong emotions about that part, but maybe I’m overthinking a little. I also just came back home from playing ‘Sober Best-Friend’ for my newly turned 21-year-old friend so….yeah….

Anyways, thank you so much Bee for this. I’m really enjoying this series so far and I can’t wait to see what happens next. I hope that you and your family are okay. And please tell the little bumblebee I said hello. I’m sending you lots and lots of love💕

Void - Part 7 (M)

title banner by @rude–jude♡

Genre: Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut

Pairing: BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

Word Count: 10.9k

Part 7 / ?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Warnings: explicit sexual content, alcohol masturbation, voyeurism, more non-monogamy

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He loops his arms over your shoulder, tugging you into his side where you fit like a puzzle piece. You take a deep breath, smelling that all-too familiar scent. For whatever reason, it makes your heart beat just a little bit slower. 

Hi my love! It’s been a while since I’ve written to you which made me sincerely miss reading your writing, but I'm glad that I recently had the time to come back to you.

I think that there are two types of friendships: one where it feels like you guys are opposites. A push-pull. One where you don't believe how in the world you guys were brought together, but you wouldn't change anything about it. And one where, rather than a push-pull, it feels like you guys are moving in tandem. Making each other stronger. Like how when you inhale, you automatically know that your heart will continue to beat, and in return, your heart will allow you to exhale everything unwanted from your body

I'd like to think that Hoseok and the main character are like that. 

This didn't become apparent to me until a little later in the intro when they were walking and playing around, but I noticed how they both saved each other from the street. It probably doesn't mean that much, and I could be overthinking, but I just think that that's the way they love each other. They're almost like home bases to one another: whenever one gets pulled too far left, the other will be there to recenter them, and I just think that's really beautiful.

And when they kissed…

Oh my goodness, when they kissed, it just felt so...I don't know, but it made me blush, and it just felt so soft and warm like home. And a part of me (a very large part of me)  is hoping that Hoseok meant to say, “That wasn’t supposed to happen LIKE THAT" you know? That maybe he had another idea of how and when he wanted to kiss her. (But I do have to say that you writing that they missed their first snow together was a low blow after all of that😭 I still love you though Willow.)

I also really love how you introduced the topic of them all being together😂. After rereading this, I now know why Yoongi said those specific words at the beginning (which was so SHOCKING?!! I honestly didn't expect that at the end but I LOVE ITTTTT), but I could just imagine their various states of just pure shock. Especially this part:

Ogling? You glance over at Namjoon whose cheeks are flushing furiously. He shoves a large fork of breakfast in his mouth. Obviously Yoongi’s got it wrong. 

LMAOOOOO. Bless.

Ugh, I'm so excited to see what happens at dinner, Willow. Thank you so very much for just being a light in my life. Your writings have always given me comfort and peace. Like the smell of vanilla, and the touch of clouds and the feeling you get right before your body falls asleep. 

Thank you again Willow for this. I can't wait to read what happens in the next part! I'm sending you my love🥰💕💜

sh. | ot7 | chapter four

PAIRING ot7 x reader

RATING Explicit.

GENRE smut. fluff. angst. nonidol au. wildnerness au. roommates au. friends to lovers.

SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no?

WC 3.6k

TAGS: digging into some angst in this chapter. makeout. pining. conversation about sex. explicit language. dirty talk. 

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⟪“But when was the last time the world opened up to you?” ⟫

Returning to this series has been a breath of fresh air that I didn’t know I needed. The ability to jump back into the story and, if only for a few moments, be present with the characters and allow outside occurrences to fade is a cathartic feeling that only a few people are able to create, and you, my love, do that so well.

The events of the last chapter filter into this part, and having the small anecdote to fall back to felt incredibly warming. Warm because we as readers are now seeing how the inkling of opportunity is affecting everyone around them. Warm because the feelings of how to continue forth in this sexploration are coming to the forefront. Warm because those feelings and emotions are uncharted and mysterious, but the term for what they are experiencing is at the tip of their tongue. It’s their turn now, however, if they want to bite it, or maybe, just maybe, see what would happen if they free it for a few moments.

We definitely see this with the main character as she comes to terms with what a relationship, or more specifically, what those exact feelings mean for her as they stir in her chest. I love how you portrayed the instinctive and impulsive thoughts that came across the reader’s mind once the subject of a relationship came forth. It’s something that I, too, have experienced in my life, and it brings the question of where it stems from. The fear of falling so fast and hard that it makes you breathless and overwhelmed? The feeling of being scared of not being good enough, so you say no when you really would like to say yes? The feeling of not being worthy enough of love? Or maybe, in more simple terms, the fear of love and a relationship itself?

That is the circumstance that we encounter in this chapter and in the reader’s mind, and the fact that Jungkook was so warm and intent on not letting labels limit their lives was incredibly well-placed. Society itself can have strict norms, but one thing that’s good about it is that norms change, and so do people. And I love that Jungkook let the reader simmer in herself, in her emotions, and what she wanted at the moment rather than find a solution that would’ve felt even more staggering.

(P.S. - I saw this quote right before I began writing this review and I feel as though this encapsulates their relationship so far perfectly)

I also thought that this chapter ends in a full circle was incredibly beautiful. Where the reader was shown stumbling over her own thoughts and sentiments, we see the same for Jungkook where the words he wants to say have come to a climax, but they’re jumbled, and he doesn’t know where or how to start when first organizing them coherently.

Even though there is this brewing battle between what it means to love and be loved throughout the entirety of this series, you do such an amazing job touching upon the multiple facets and spectrums of what it means. Reading this series has been incredibly reflective of my own life, and I can’t thank you enough for being emotionally cognizant and sharing your thoughts with us.

I’m sending you all of the love that the galaxy holds, Willow, but I feel as though that’s incredibly small to what you deserve. I missed writing to you, and I hope that soon I’ll be able to share more of my thoughts with you. Thank you for being amazing and being one of the most incredible friends/ people in general on this Earth. We don’t deserve you. I don't deserve you. Sending love💕

sh. | ot7 | chapter six

PAIRING ot7 x reader

RATING Explicit.

GENRE smut. fluff. angst. nonidol au. wildnerness au. roommates au. friends to lovers.

SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no?

WC 3.8k

WARNINGS AND TAGS themes of exhibitionism. fingering. unprotected sex. creampie. sensitivity during sex. dirty talk.

AN: I have been stuck at this impasse of what's going to happen next for literal mONTHS and somehow in the span of one week I got the ball rolling again. Thank you to the incredible support you all have shown. I am so grateful for each of you. You bring a light to my writing.

Thanks to @lcksndkys and Calix for helping me waddle through my thoughts and to reach the finish line on this chapter. Much love to @jinpanman and @thatlongspringnight too, just for being incredible.

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Chapter Six

Present day.

“Something like this doesn’t need to be so extraneously complicated.”

Yoongi’s words spiral in your mind as Taehyung graciously picks up your breakfast dishes from your hand and you smile absently.

The images whirl in your mind. Seven friends, fucking. Unacceptable, some snotty voice in your head chides you, a voice you quickly shove aside. After all, it’s the 21st century. Emotional intelligence on the rise. Sexual education at its height. Self control… at it’s very lowest.

Back in January you would have run screaming for the hills. And that impulse, well, it’s definitely still there. But all there is to do is recognize it, take a deep breath, and instead of letting the panic take over, try to act from the place in your chest that feels safe and secure. The place in your chest that wants this.

The place that wants this: Your friends. Fucking. But a fluttering in your chest reminds you: it’s not just the sex. Well, it is. Undeniably so. But it’s also something more — you trip over the unspoken words in your mind — it's something about wanting them all closer. What is the word?

“You and Jungkook are on kitchen duty this morning,” Taehyung says as he fills up one of the huge kitchen sinks with warm soapy water, and you snap out of the forest of your thoughts.

You scoff. “I was on kitchen duty like, two days ago!”

“You might be surprised to know that two days later, it is again your turn.”

You huff. “Fine.” Dish duty was always your least favorite of all housework. But the reason things worked so smoothly around here in the first place was that you had all sorted out responsibilities, roles, and communication. The only way it worked was by sticking to that. With a grimace, you roll up your sleeves and prepare to dive into the soapy lukewarm water.

“I can do that,” Jungkook says from behind you, and before you can respond, he gently hip checks you to the side and snatches the sudsy sponge away.

“You sure?”

“I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it.” He nods at the drying rack. “You can dry. I know you like it better anyway.”

This morning’s feast has produced an abundance of dishes - but even with that, you’re sure that Jimin and Jin used every single bowl in the very large kitchen to measure out each ingredient individually. It takes a bit of time before the kitchen is sparkling clean once more.

“Thanks for your help,” Jungkook smiles, some kind of shyness playing in his gaze. You stare a moment too long, trying to catch the elusive thought dancing behind his eyes. As you’re reaching up to put a mug on a counter, he bends down to wipe a comically large sudsy bubble off of the floor and looks up and he freezes.

“You-you’re not wearing…?”

You laugh. “I’m not.” He stands slowly.

“Why—?” Curiosity sings in those doe eyes.

“Jimin asked me not to. It’s a little game we’re playing.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “You’ll do anything he says, huh.”

“Not anything,” you say, running a finger up his chest. “But a good amount of it, yes. Wouldn’t you? Didn’t you?”

Even as he speaks, his ears redden and he tugs at one, eliciting a bubbling laugh from you. “I did.” He leans close as if he’s going to tell you a secret. “And I loved it.” He grins and then pauses, taking a moment to gage your expression. Your cheeks are already warm from his prying gaze and the mention of last night’s activities. He leans in close. “You like being told what to do.”

“I do.”

His breath catches in his throat. He hesitates and you let him. Let him take his time.

“Will you let me tell you what to do?”

You love his duality. It might seem surprising or even incongruous at first, but the more you think about it, the more it makes sense. There is something about his desire to simultaneously be cared for as the object of someone else’s desire and to indulge his own drive to play the game and be the spark that ignites your falling apart, to be the thing that drives you towards the edge again and again. You nod.

“Then turn around.” His voice has dropped lower. “Before anyone catches us.”

You do as he says, turning, arching your back just enough, and presenting your ass to him. Your hands rest firm on the counter. He bends down behind you, and before you know it you’re gasping as he licks a broad stripe up your pussy.

“Are you already this wet or are you still leaking all the cum Jimin stuffed you with?” The double edged sword of his meaning strikes straight through you.

“Why don’t you find out?”

You love the boldness that rises confidently to the surface under Jungkook’s careful but greedy hand. The untethered desire that slips from your tongue like water. How, despite everything spinning in your head, your friend finds a way to dive beneath it and serve delight. Jungkook too, seems to love it, as his eyes darken and drift over your body.

“I haven’t swallowed enough of Jimin’s cum to be able to tell quite yet,” he says casually.

“We’ll have to rectify that then.”

“We will.”

Jungkook slowly works a finger into you. Then two, the long digits stretching you. You do your best to keep your sounds of pleasure to the level of a contained whisper, but you can’t help the gasp that slips from you as he presses against your g-spot and a deep ache of bliss spreads through your abdomen.

“Shit,” you hiss, clenching your teeth and letting your nails dig into your palm.

“Such a needy little brat,” Jungkook says as he begins to draw circles around your clit. “Jimin lets you orgasm once and now all of a sudden you can’t get enough.”

He adds more pressure to his movements and suddenly the biting retort that had sprung to mind dies on your tongue.

“What? Nothing to say?” You can hear the smirk in his words, even as you squeeze your eyes shut, hissing in pleasure, trying to get your footing again. “I’m starting to think you’ve had enough. How much can you take, really? I wouldn’t want to push you too far.” He pulls his fingers from you and you gasp.

“No—”

You spin around, your shirt falling back down around you again. Jungkook stands back, his eyes dark and hungry. You reach for him, grabbing his shirt to pull him against you.

You press your lips against his and he stills in surprise. His surprise stings through you like ice, slowing your motions, adding a question, a doubt, a — but then he’s kissing you back, kissing you with the fullness of resounding and final punctuation. There’s no room for question in the way his hands twine into your hair, teeth nipping, tongues wrestling. Within a minute, you’re out of breath.

“I can take you, I promise,” you murmur against his lips. “Please, Jungkook.”

“How could I deny you?” he whispers back. There’s a softness to his voice that you don’t quite recognize. A softness that leaves you thirsty for more.

He motions for you to hop up on the counter and with a skilled movement, helps you up. The bare and heated flesh of your bottom hits the cool granite, but the shock is quickly forgotten though as he slides between your legs, a large tattooed hand pressing your thighs wider for him. Bare for him.

“You really want this?”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him as tight to you as you can.

“I really want this — you.”

With a swift movement, he pulls himself from his pajama pants and slots his cock against your sopping entrance. As you wiggle against him and try to pull him into you, he raises an eyebrow.

“One of these days I’m going to make you beg for it, you know that, right?”

“Another day?” You grimace at the whine that slips into your voice, but he chuckles at it.

“I like when you’re needy.”

And then he slams into you, his cockhead spearing through your wet folds in one go.

“Ah!” Your head falls back and a cry of pleasure spills from your lips before you can bite it back.

“Feel good?” He begins thrusting in and out of you and you have to grit your teeth to answer.

“Incredible.”

He grins.

“Good.”

Your previous two encounters with Jungkook had been fast. Needy. It was a race though, the two of you sprinting neck and neck towards the same end goal: release.

But today, the race is long over and you find yourself on a different trail. One where you can simply sink into your own pleasure. You relish in the sensation of his cockhead dragging against your walls. You let your breath move quickly and heavily, brushing against his shoulder as you pant. There’s not necessarily anything particularly graceful about this fuck, but it’s easier.

Delight fogs through your body as he hits all the right spots, his hips rolling against yours. You glide your hand beneath the collar of his t-shirt, fingers splaying against his warming skin. You love the way his breath catches in his throat when you squeeze around him and before you know it, both of you are edging your orgasms.

“Just,” Jungkook breathes heavily, “Slow. For a minute. We don’t have to rush.”

“Good—” you say, a kiss fluttering against his lips. “Yes—ah—” He chuckles at your inability to pull together a sentence.

His hand comes down to grip your hip and he moves you to his will, setting a slower, deeper pace. You find his pace and push against it, against him, your breaths tangling. This close, his pelvic bone presses against your clit and you grind yourself slowly against it.

A different kind of pleasure builds in your abdomen. One stoked slowly, carefully, tenderly. It builds to a height that quickness could not reach, it teases you at the edge of its altitude.

“Jungkook—” you gasp. “So close.”

“Good. Keep going.” His grip on you loosens enough to allow you to move freely against him, but stays firm enough to feel like you are so wrapped up in him you wouldn’t know where to begin to untangle yourself.

Your orgasm washes over you with a kind of warmth that is entirely foreign to you. Your breath stills in your throat as it seizes you, freezing you in its hold. Jungkook coos at you, pretty words falling from his lips and drifting somewhere towards your subconscious as you ride it out and finally collapse into his arms, your arms pulling him into a hug as you pant against him.

“Well fuck — that was ho—”

The last syllable is choked out of him as you grind your hips against him again.

“Want you to cum,” you say, your movements sloppy but determined in your post-orgasm bliss.

“Oh?” Jungkook thrusts once into you. Still sensitive, you wince at the overwhelm. “And I thought you needed a minute to recover.”

“No—”

“No?”

“No.”

“So good for me.” You can hear the smile in his voice and the tension that you draw from him too, the way it laces through his voice with urgency. He’s barely holding himself together as you grind against him.

You can tell he’s getting close. His pace picks up, his forehead pressing in concentration, his face tightening in focused pleasure. “You know…I still haven’t cum in this pretty pussy.”

“Well, technically—” you begin to say, thinking of Jimin’s fingers last night scooping up Jungkook’s still-hot cum and filling your cunt with it. The way it had spilled down your leg as you walked back to your bedroom.

“Sh, just—”

“Yes. Do it. Cum inside me.”

That’s all he needed to hear. With a shuddering gasp, he presses himself tightly against you, a hand coming to cradle your head, the other pressing firmly against your back. He presses himself as far into you as he can possibly manage and cums, his cock twitching within you as he groans.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses, his voice graveled.

“You sound rough,” you laugh breathily, tucking a piece of long, dark hair behind his ear as he recovers. He looks up at you, those large, round eyes too pretty for the deed he just committed.

He lets loose a long, shaky breath, one that turns to a laugh as he watches the smile bloom on your face. “What the fuck did we just do?” he says.

“We just fucked in the kitchen.”

“A second time.”

“A second time indeed.”

“What, you got a kitchen kink or something?” he smiles.

“If anything it’s a communal kink. A communal kink for communal spaces.”

“Really, if anything you’ve got a bit of an exhibitionist streak. Undeniably so.”

The heat that pours into your face doesn’t make sense when paired with your unabashed attitude about the act you and Jungkook just accomplished on the kitchen counter. “Maybe,” you say, tucking your head beneath his chin, pressing your lips to the little dip beneath his adam’s apple. “And so what if I do?”

“Then I would want to take every opportunity to explore just how far that specific interest of yours is able to take you,” he says. “How far it would push you, uh, us.” You can only imagine what he’s thinking of. “You know, as this keeps—” He pauses for a moment. Searching for the word. “Moving forward.”

Forward? Something in your chest stills and freezes. Whispers, run.

Your breath, too, turns to ice in your throat. Jungkook notices the shift in your countenance and brings his hand up to your arm, kneading the flesh softly.

But you’re quick. You know what to do when this happens. Even as the song of old fear sings in your veins, you know it has very little — if anything at all — to do with the man standing in front of you, the way he makes you feel, and the things that the two of you are — deliciously — doing together. So you look at it. Look at the fear that won’t quit. Know that it’s old, a visitor from the past, and take a deep breath.

Then another.

Then you press a kiss to the hard shell of his collarbone, just as you wanted to do, feeling the warmth of his body sink through your skin into yours, warming the freezing bits into something human, something present again.

“Forward?” you manage to say, breathe in, breathe out.

“Forward, yeah,” Jungkook says, letting his short nails skate up your skin and tangle into the back of your hair, raising goosebumps to your skin. “Forward. With us. This.”

“Jungkook,” you murmur as you kiss up his neck. “I don’t know what this is.”

“Do you need to?”

The answer comes automatically. “Yes.”

“I’m not sure you do.”

“I don’t know what you mean by that.”

“Well. Then, tell me. Do you want this to stop?"

In, out. It’s easier to breathe with his hands running over your body. With his presence so close to yours, his strange, calming individuality singing even in the silence. You know this. You want this.

"...No."

"Well, that’s good to hear,” he chuckles, his hands still roving in lazy patterns over your body. “So then, whatever this is, does it need a name?"

You flounder. That's not what he's supposed to say. He’s supposed to push you. To ask more of you. Right? That’s how this kind of thing always goes. DTR: define the relationship. Give it a name. Put it in a box, like every other one of your previous relationships. Act by the script, because with each label there is a preordained script that everyone is supposed to follow. But without the name, what is left? The gap left by the question swallows you up. But it also promises something else: freedom. A loosened chain around your heart.

"What—" you shake your head. "What do you mean?"

"If you don't know what this is, that’s okay. If you don’t know exactly what you want, that's okay. You don't NEED to know what you want, especially not a month, six months, a year from now. You just need to know if you want this — me — right now."

You do want him. That’s undeniable. Looking at him, it’s almost impossible to manage all the different ways you want him. His softness, wrapped around you. His compassion, leading you forward. His unrivaled energy, like some furious and kind beast, always waiting around the corner with a new adventure. And not just all of the little pieces, but the whole too. You want Jungkook.

“I do, I do, Jungkook,” you say. And then you press in, letting yourself kiss him, a frown of confusion tugging at your lips. He can feel it. “I just… I don’t understand.”

“That’s okay,” he whispers. “I can explain what I mean. If I am what you want right now, if Jimin is what you want, hell, whoever — then take it. It’s okay for you to want like this. And when that want stops or it changes or it grows into something else, that’s okay too. Just… tell us.”

You swallow. Why is it that his kindness, his understanding feels like it’s ripping you open? It’s not as if what he’s saying is particularly new to you. It’s just that your history has held such rigidness, such control, that the airy taste of flexibility before you feels an awful lot like fear. But with Jungkook’s earnest eyes shining down on you, you know it can’t be fear. It has to be you, standing on the precipice of the unknown, knowing nothing before you but the next step: your own desire. And you’ve been doing it, letting yourself open up to it.

But when was the last time the world opened up to you too?

“What I’m saying is,” Jungkook continues, “I don’t need a name for this. I just know I like you and I really like cumming in that pretty pussy of yours and — if you’ll let me — I’d like to keep doing that.”

“Cumming in my pretty pussy?”

“Yeah. And maybe your ass sometime. Or down your throat. Or on your face. Or—”

“Okay, okay,” you laugh. “I get the picture.”

He takes a long look at you.

“What’s going through your head? You seem… concerned.”

You smile softly. “Am I that easy to read?” He nods, laughing, then lets you continue. “Well, then. I should… I should talk to Hobi. About, um,” you gesture between the two of you. “This.”

“Why?” He leans in close. “You wanna fuck him too?”

The question strikes something in your chest and you feel the blood rush to your face. For a split second, you let yourself imagine it: fucking Hoseok. How would he look, fucked-out? Would he be gentle? Intentional? Furious and fast and full of desire? But no. No, you have to stop yourself there, before thinking of these things turns to wanting them (although a small voice in the back of your mind warns you that you’re already there). Hoseok had already made his interest — or lack thereof — clear to you.

Jungkook notices your gaze shift and nudges you.

“It’s okay if you do. I guess, this is exactly what Yoongi meant when he said think about it. Right? But also—” Jungkook runs a hand through his dark hair, pressing his lips together as he thinks of the right words to say. “I know you two are close, but you don’t owe him any explanation of your sex life—” He chuckles, “Now that you have a sex life.”

You shove him lightly. “That’s not it.”

“Then what is it?”

You shake your head.

“I don’t know. It just feels… right. Like I’ve been keeping a secret from him.”

“Well, you’re not.”

“I know,” you say, even as the words feel like a lie on your tongue. “Do you know where he might be? At this pace I’ll find him by dinner time.”

“I’m pretty sure I saw him heading with Namjoon towards the library. Namjoon said he wanted to show him some new collection he discovered.”

“There’s a library?” Jungkook nods. “Of course there’s a library.”

“Not surprised you didn’t notice. You been spending too much time fucking me — or eyefucking one of our other friends. But I really shouldn’t complain about that.”

You scoff. Shove him a little. Brush your hair out of your face and stand.

“Well — thanks, dickhead.”

“You’re welcome, love bird.”

You startle a little at the softness of the nickname and look at Jungkook. His ears are reddened.

“That’s a new one. Usually it’s asshole or—”

He recovers quickly. “Well until you let me fuck your asshole or we find a strap-on for you to fuck mine, we’ll leave it at love bird.”

“Hmm. I like it,” you say, smile spreading across your features and you reach out to pinch his cheek. “I guess I’ll have to think of something sweeter for you than dickhead, huh?”

“Dickhead is fine. At least it means you’re thinking about something important.”

“Oh my god, I can’t with you!” you laugh. “Well, thanks. Really.” You reach out for him, a hand lingering perhaps a moment too long on his arm before turning towards the dark hallway where Jungkook pointed you, and you trip over nothing, giggling as you catch your step.

“You’re blind, you know!” Jungkook calls after you, laughing.

“Shut up! Stop saying that!”

Jungkook watches you as you leave. You’re always too quick to leave, aren’t you? he thinks, the taste of something like bitterness flickering in his mind. As he watches you round the corner, all he can imagine is the image of running after you, pulling you back into his arms, and fucking you silly until the sound of you screaming his name finally slips through the impossibly thick walls of the mansion.. Until everyone in the house knows exactly what you’ve been doing almost every day of the past week. Who you’ve been doing. The thought almost makes him laugh at the ridiculousness.

He shakes his head, a failed attempt to clear the build up of words, of things he’s not quite sure how to say to you, burning at the tip of his tongue. “Get your shit together, man.”

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“Becoming His” Part One, Part Two (with Smut), Part Two (without Smut), Part Three, Part Four (COMING SOON!) ~ Mini-Series, Yandere, Angst, Fluff, Smut

You just moved in, and your new neighbor is not only incredibly handsome but also unbelievably friendly. Could there be something real there, or will the fact that he’s slowly taking control of every aspect of your life threaten the love blossoming between you two?

“Red Flame” Part One, Part Two ~ Drabble, Angst, Fluff

Your boyfriend forgot date night. Again.

“Good Enough” ~ Drabble, Fluff

It’s exam season and you are feeling all kinds of overwhelmed. Luckily, your sweetheart of a boyfriend is here to cheer you on.

“Always Loved You” ~ One-Shot, Fluff

Memories of your childhood sweetheart reappear as you walk through the town you used to vacation at, filling you with happiness. That happiness is nothing compared to when your childhood love himself reappears.

“And Then He Was Gray” Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six (End) ~ One-Shot, Smut, Fluff

Your best friend brings you to a kick-back, insisting on setting you up with one of her friends. You begrudgingly comply until he enters the party, forcing you to reveal a secret side of yourself.

“Make This Work” ~ Drabble, Angst, Fluff

You have to move away from your idol boyfriend, who is already plenty busy. Will your relationship survive?

“Paint Me Over” ~ One-Shot, Smut

It’s the height of the Renaissance in Italy, and Yoongi keeps getting distracted from completing his latest painting by none other than you.

“I Need U Girl” ~ Drabble, Angst, Fluff

Yoongi begins to grow distant so you do the same, hoping it will make your inevitable break-up less painful.

“I Missed You” ~ One-Shot, Smut

Your sugar daddy idol Hoseok has come home, and he missed you like hell.

“Pillow Talk” ~ One-Shot, Smut

You come home to find your roommate in your room doing unspeakable things to your pillow.

“Tears and Tulips” ~ One-Shot, Angst, Fluff

Hoseok just wants a guys’ night and you just want to spend time with him.

“Summer Portrait” Part One, Part Two ~ One-Shot, Fluff

Vampire Jimin invites you to his summer villa to paint a portrait of him since he can’t see his reflection in mirrors.

“Through Hell” ~ One-Shot, Angst (Trigger Warning)

Your abusive boyfriend has hit your for the last time, thanks to an orange-haired stranger.

“It’s Crazy” Part One, Part Two (End) ~ Drabble, Angst

You and Jimin used to be the loves of each others’ lives. And now? You’re nothing more than strangers.

“Caught” Prologue, Part One, Part Two, Part Three (COMING SOON!) ~ Mini-Series, Yandere, Angst, Smut (Trigger Warning)

Based on the plot of “365 DNI” paired with inspiration from the “Save Me” BTS MV universe/webtoon, Kim Taehyung was the absolute love of your life… until he became a murderer. With him serving a life sentence in prison, you were finally free to live out the rest of your life however you wanted. Just when you thought you were at the top of your game, ready to take on the world, Taehyung reappears like a monster not even your worst nightmares could dream up. He gives you a year to fall in love with him, but now the question is, can monsters even be loved?

“Never Really Over” ~ One-Shot, Angst, Fluff

Your ex-boyfriend Kim Taehyung seems to be everywhere these days. Will the feelings you had for him ever go away?

“Buzzed” Part One, Part Two, Part Three (COMING SOON!) ~ One-Shot, Smut, Angst

Bartender Jungkook eases you through a painful break-up with a little alcohol and a whole lotta sexiness.

“Connect Two” ~ One-Shot, Angst, Fluff

You were in love with Jeon Jungkook the entire three years of your high school career, but he paid you no mind as another girl captured his interest. Now, reunited at a party years later, you try to avoid him.

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"PS5″ (Yeonjun Version) ~ One-shot, Angst

Your boyfriend Yeonjun is obsessed with his new PS5, and you are fed up.

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Your boyfriend Taehyun is using his brand-new PS5 to avoid talking to you, and you’ve had it.

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Everyone in the entire world can agree on one thing: Huening Kai is cute as hell. But he’s maturing and doesn’t want to be seen as just cute anymore.

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Jikook

~ Because Two is Better Than One by @noonatrash

Sope

~ Triplicity by @kainks (smut)

Vminkook

~ Maknae Line by @btssmutandfluff (smut)

Yoonkook

~ Can I? by @noonatrash (smut)

~ Double by @causekpop (smut)

~ Brooklyn is Burning by @yeoldontknow (angst, smut)

~ The Body Through Time by @yeoldontknow (angst, smut)

~ Eat Jin: A Private Viewing by @imsarabum (smut, fluff)

~ Afflatus by @kainks (smut)

~ Come Home by @kookiesjoonies (smut, fluff)

~ Eargasm by @lavishedinjimin (smut)

~ Tourist Attraction by @seokiie (smut)

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~ Pick Your Filter by @ppersonna (smut)

~ Akrasia by @nitaescence (smut)

~ Crimson Kisses by @kainks (light smut)

~ Forbidden Touch by @jkeuphoriadreamland (smut)

~ Complete by @kainks (smut)

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~ Last Call by @xjoonchildx (smut)

~ Oh My God They Were (Quarantined) Roommates by @ot7always [Kutemouse’s Review]

~ Orange Tulips by @kainks (fluff, angst, smut)

~ Paint Me by @exo-can (smut)

~ Room For Two by @noir0neko (smut)

~ Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High? by @sangsanghaebwa (smut)

Hi! I just found your blog, and i'm in love with it. I would like to request from fluffy prompt 35+36 please with jin!

Well, what a coincidence, because I am in love with YOU kutie anon!! <3 Anyways, here is the imagine I dreamt up when hit with these prompts. Sorry it is so LONG (as usual) but in order to do these prompts justice, it is what it is. Hope you like <3

Fluff prompt #35: Can I keep this? It smells like you.

Fluff prompt #36: Please don’t cry. I can’t stand you crying.

Disclaimers: I found this gif on Pinterest, so it’s obviously not mine. Spiderman belongs to Sony, who has made a deal with Marvel/Disney to be used in their films, just in case y’all didn’t know.

Age Recommendation: 18+

Warnings: Swears, childhood romance, mentions of making love, Jin making me pop all the UwU’s and melting me into a puddle of fluffy goo.

Word Count: 2,968

Summary: You decided to spend your summer at your grandparents’ place where you used to spend summers during your childhood. The place is filled with so many memories, some good, some bad, but all containing him.

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Always Loved You (Jin One-Shot, Fluff)

I couldn’t flip the pages fast enough. Currently, I was laying on a beach chair I’d dragged out to the edge of the lake, soaking up some sun while reading a trashy romance novel. The main character had finally confessed their love to the main love interest, and things were getting interesting.

“Y/n!” I ignored whoever was calling me.

“Y/N!”

“What?!” I hollered back, ripping off my sunglasses in annoyance.

“I need you to go to town! We need groceries for dinner tonight!”

I stood up, grumbling, pulling down my swimsuit that had started riding up my ass and gathering up my bag and towel. So much for a relaxing afternoon.

Still, I guess I was here for more than just a vacation. It was summer, and I’d just graduated from university. When everyone who attended my graduation party asked what I was going to do with my fancy new degree, I shrugged and gave some vague, non-committal answer. I had no job prospects lined up, not even an internship. I knew what I wanted to do with my degree, but no idea how to get there.

Sick of people asking me about it, I finally found something to do with my summer. I would go live with my grandparents and help them out. Truthfully, that was kind of a lie in itself. Sure, I’d help with whatever my grandpa and grandma needed, but mostly I was here to get some space and figure out what to do with the rest of my life. My impromptu trip got my parents off my back, at least.

I breathed in the warm, fresh air one last time before going inside to change. I loved it here. Back when I was in grade school, I used to come here for entire summers with my parents. Between the sun and the lake, I was constantly begging to come back here. I wondered when that changed… probably some time in high school, when I started getting busy with friends and parties. “I’m leaving now!” I called out to my grandma, scooping up the list she left for me on the coffee table.

“Thank you!”

I stepped outside and began the walk to the mini-mart down the road, relishing in the way my skin warmed in the sun once more. I hardly passed a single person, let alone a single car. That’s part of the charm here… no nosy neighbors or pesky so-called friends trying to get into your business and tell you what to do. Everything had a good distance between it, allowing for solitude and that small-town feel. I loved that it took a twenty minute walk to get to the busiest part of town, which was still nothing when compared to the crowded streets of the city.

A smile spread over my face as I passed a small park I remembered playing in as a kid.

“Tag, you’re it!” I shrieked before running away as fast as I could.

He growled and took off after me, causing me to squeal and run faster, giggling like mad. I ran up the steps of the jungle gym until I reached the very tippy, top. Oh no, he was coming! He grinned as he cornered me, but I had one escape left. I slid down the slide, still laughing as my bum hit the ground, got up, and started running. I didn’t make it far, though.

WAM! My feet tangled up and I ended up on the ground. “Ouch,” I gasped, looking at my hands. They had tiny cuts all over them, and my knee was scraped.

He reached me and pushed me hard in the shoulder. “TAG!” he screamed, but his smile faded when he saw me crying.

“Y/n, what happened?” he said, leaning down and examining my knee with large, brown eyes.

“I tripped,” I sniffled.

“Oh, don’t cry. I trip all the time. I even carry band-aides around just in case. See?”

I perked up a little when he pulled a bandage out of his pocket. He smiled at me as he peeled off the backing and stuck it on my knee. “It’s Spiderman,” I giggled.

He grinned at me. “He’s my favorite.”

The boy suddenly leaned down and placed a kiss on top of the bandage. “There. All better.”

He pulled me up and we continued our game of tag, shrieking and laughing even louder, if that was possible.

I blinked away the memory, realizing I’d stopped and was staring at the playground. God, I hadn’t thought about him in forever. How long’s it been? I wonder if he still lives around here… or even if he remembers me.

Our moms were best friends back in the day, and every time my family came here, we’d always spend the most time together. He was the only kid my age we knew around here, so he became my best friend. As we grew up, we went from sending each other hand-drawn pictures in the mail to full-on letters, then to emailing, then texting, then video calling.

One day, my laptop beeped, indicating I was getting a video chat, and I nearly declined it before seeing it was him. I quickly wiped my tears away with a tissue and blew my nose before answering the call. “Hey,” I said, giving the camera a watery smile.

“Hey! It’s been forever.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I keep meaning to call you but I’ve just been so busy.”

I sniffed, and he frowned, leaning closer to his screen. “Are you crying?”

“N-No,” I stuttered.

He gave me an amused smile. “Y/n, come on. You know you can’t lie to me.”

I choked out a laugh. “Alright, fine. Yes, I was crying, it’s stupid, just some guy being an ass as usual…”

I watched as he reached out a hand and leaned his camera even closer to his handsome face, concern etched all over his features, those brown eyes shining in what little light there was. “Please don’t cry, y/n. You know I can’t stand you crying.”

I nodded and laughed a bit more. “I know. I promise, it’s over with that guy. I won’t be wasting any more tears on him.”

He smiled at me. “Good.”

Lost in thought, I kept walking down the road, my tennis shoes scuffing along the pavement as I absentmindedly kicked stray rocks. I wonder if he ever thinks about me. Probably not. Last I heard, he too went to university somewhere in a far-off city. He was probably making a living for himself, his career prospects endless… probably dating someone too. Might even be married by now.

I huffed out a sigh as I reached the mini-mart. I stepped inside and grabbed a basket before pulling out my grandma’s list, muttering as I read it out loud to myself. “Y/n?”

That voice… it couldn’t be. No freaking way. I whirled around. “Jin?”

His face split into a wide grin. “It is you! What are you doing here?”

“J-Jin,” I stuttered, still not comprehending that the tall, handsome guy I was just reminiscing about was actually here.

He laughed. “Yeah, that’s me. It’s been what, six, seven years?”

“Something like that.” I could hardly breath. He looked only slightly older than what I remember. His hair was darker and pushed away from his face to reveal his forehead, but the rest of him was the same. The same easy smile. The same toned, wide shoulders. That melodic voice. Another memory suddenly forced its way into my mind, one that I’d been trying to push away since I got here.

The soft light of 6am caused my eyes to flutter open. A fresh, cool breeze danced across my bare skin, causing me to shiver and slide my arms back under the covers, cuddling close to the warm body next to me. I suddenly shot up. “Oh God, we’ve been out all night,” I groaned.

Jin sat up as well, chuckling. “It’s okay. Just tell your parents you were with me. They’ll understand.”

Oh hell. His voice was deep and husky from lack of use, and I felt myself melting into a puddle as he spoke.

Without warning, I leaned over and pressed my lips against his. He kissed me back eagerly for a few minutes before squeezing my waist, causing us to break apart as I gasped. “Listen,” he murmured, trailing his lips across my bare shoulder. “We should be getting back.”

“No, just a few more minutes,” I said, pulling him in again.

Jin indulged me for only a few seconds more, wrapping his soft lips around mine in a way that made my head spin. After an entire summer of flirting and driving each other crazy, we finally gave in and ended up kissing each other after Jin drove us out here to watch the stars. Before I knew it, we were in the back of his truck making love. He was my first. I always knew he would be. It was just a matter of getting us to cross the line between friends and lovers.

He pulled away from me. “Seriously, y/n, our parents are going to murder us as it is,” he laughed. “And… you’re leaving today. You’ve got to go pack.”

My heart dropped. I knew he was right. When would we see each other again? Jin began pulling his clothes back on, and I did the same. He grabbed his jacket and was just about to shrug it on when I tugged it away.

“Hey!” he protested, playfully grabbing for it back.

I buried my face in the jean fabric, inhaling deeply. It still smelled like him, musky with a hint of spicy cologne. “Can I keep this?” I asked suddenly. “It… It smells like you.”

Jin smiled. “Sure.”

“Y/n?”

I blinked, looked back up at Jin. “Yeah, sorry. I was just-”

“Lost down memory lane?” he said, the corners of his mouth turning upwards.

“Y-Yeah.”

I still had that jacket somewhere. I’d kept it wrapped in a plastic bag so, whenever I grew lonely or sad, I could pull it out and inhale his scent. I’d even fallen asleep a few times with my head buried in it, making myself feel better as memories of Jin wafted through my mind.

“I find myself doing that too,” Jin murmured, bringing me back to the present.

I never went back to my grandparents’ after that, finding myself too wrapped up in school, friends, and other boyfriends to bother. Or, at least, that’s what I told myself. Maybe the real reason I stayed away is because I didn’t want to find out Jin had been doing the same. Living his life… without me.

I tightened my grasp on my basket. “Um, I’ve got… I’ve got some shopping to do.”

“Oh, right. Well, I’ll leave you to it then.”

“Do you want to shop together?” I blurted out, noticing his mostly-empty basket.

Jin turned back around, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Sure.”

We walked down the aisles in silence, picking out the groceries we needed as we went. “I can’t believe you’re here,” I finally said. “I thought you went to university.”

“I did,” he replied. “But I graduated recently, and I came back to see my family for a summer before heading back to Seoul.”

“Oh. Did you get a job?”

“Nope. I’m trying to become a doctor, so I need to go back to school for a few more years.”

“Nice,” I murmured.

“What about you? Why are you here?”

I sighed. “To visit my grandparents. Help them out.”

Jin stopped, grabbing something off a shelf, tossing me a knowing smile. “Come on, y/n, I know you. Why are you really here?”

I scoffed. “What do you mean? That is why I’m here.”

Jin stepped close, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. I caught a whiff of that oh-so-familiar scent and felt my legs turning to jelly as he leaned down so our eyes were level. “Are you sure?” he said, grinning.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not here for you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“That’s not what I was implying,” he said, chuckling. “But good to know.”

“Besides, you’ve probably got some girlfriend back in the city,” I muttered, turning away to grab something off a shelf.

“No, actually.”

“Really? The cocky, handsome Jin can’t sway them city girls?” I teased.

He shook his head. “Oh, that’s definitely not it. I could have any girl I wanted back there.”

Jin suddenly grabbed my basket away from me, causing me to whirl around. He stepped close, and I backed up until I could go no further, my shoulders pressed against the shelves. “The problem was me. I didn’t want any of them,” he murmured.

My lungs stopped working as his lips hovered dangerously close to mine, my eyes growing wide as our breaths intermingled. Jin drew back, laughing. “You should’ve seen your face,” he snorted.

“Fuck off,” I snapped, grabbing my basket back and striding down the aisle away from him.

He followed after me, his windshield-wiper laugh still echoing throughout the store. “Awww, come on, y/n. It was a joke.”

“Well it wasn’t funny.”

“Why not? What, you got a boyfriend that wouldn’t appreciate me flirting with his girl or something?”

His tone was nonchalant, but I sensed some tentativeness in the question. “No,” I replied firmly. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Jin looked down at me, his brown eyes bright as he smiled. “Good.”

I scoffed once more and headed over to the cashier, placing my basket down on the checkout belt. Jin placed his behind mine, and when I got out my wallet to pay, he placed a large hand over mine. “I’ll pay for both,” he told the cashier.

I didn’t say anything until we got outside, both of us weighed down with shopping bags. “You didn’t have to do that, you know,” I scolded.

Jin chuckled. “A ‘thank you’ would suffice, you know.”

I marched up to him. “Just because you’re some big shot doctor now-”

“I’m not a doctor yet, y/n.”

“Whatever. Just because you think you can-”

He cut me off once more by grabbing my bags and loading them in the back of a truck. I stared at the gray vehicle, my mouth dropping open. It was the same truck. The place where I’d lost my virginity all those years ago.

I shook my head, bringing myself back down to reality. “What’re you doing?”

Jin shut the trunk door. “Giving you a ride. Now come on, stubborn, get in.”

I scoffed, but got in on the passenger side nonetheless. Everything looked the same, but different. Rather than a Spiderman lanyard hanging from the mirror, a few graduation tassels hung there instead. The truck was cleaner than I remember. No fast food cups littered the floor, but a couple half-empty water bottles were in the cup holders.

But it was the smell that got to me. That musk with a hint of spice… exactly like I remember. My body relaxed as Jin started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, the same way I’d relax when holding onto his jacket back home.

It didn’t take too long to reach my grandparents’. Jini pulled in the driveway and shut the engine off, but neither of us moved. Jin stared at me, but I didn’t say anything, uncomfortably biting my lip and staring at the dashboard. “Y/n,” he murmured, causing me to look at him. I half-wished I hadn’t. His eyes were filled with that same look he gave me that night we kissed and made love, wide and perfectly brown.

“Why didn’t you come back after that summer?”

There it was. The question I’d been asking myself since I got here. I twisted my hands in my lap nervously. “Because… Because…”

“Tell me,” he said softly.

I pressed my lips together before releasing a loud sigh. “Because I was afraid.”

“Of what?”

“Of you moving on.”

Jin shook his head, chuckling. “Are you serious?”

I slowly nodded.

“Y/n, I couldn’t move on even if I wanted to. I loved you. I still… love you.”

My mouth parted open in surprise at his confession. “You do?”

Jin smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I tried to move on when I realized you weren’t coming back, I really did, but you were always in the back of my mind. Y/n, I’ve loved you since we were kids.”

I bit my lip, taking only a second to process before I unbuckled my seat belt and launched myself at him. Our lips pressed together, melding into the sweetest kiss I didn’t realize I missed with every fiber of my being. Jin wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, angling his jaw to deepen the kiss, and I threw my arms around his neck, trying in vain to draw him even closer.

We pulled apart, and I smiled as I took in Jin’s blown pupils, his lips reddening from being pressed to mine, his breath coming out in short gasps. “I love you, y/n,” he murmured. “I’ve always loved you.”

My smile grew. “I love you too, Jin.”

We continued kissing for what felt like forever before he pulled back, laughing and saying we needed to get the groceries inside. We unloaded the truck with the biggest grins, holding hands as we walked up to the house.

As I looked at Jin, the sun glinting off his dark locks, his smile lighting up my whole world, I found myself thinking that maybe there was a reason none of my relationships worked out. Maybe there was a reason I hadn’t found any opportunities coming my way after I graduated. And maybe, just maybe, I was exactly where I needed to be.

Connect Two

Disclaimers: I don't own Coca-Cola (obviously) and I also don't own the gif I used for my header (double obviously) 😁 Creator is credited.

A Note from Kutemouse: I know, I know, I'm supposed to be working on my several Works-in-Progress, not something new. In my defense, I recently attended my class reunion and had a lot of feelings surrounding it, hence this piece of work. JK's character is a lot like the guy I was in love with for all of high school, someone I recently cleared the air with.

This work is raw and unedited (except for a brief spellcheck), so hope you enjoy kutie pies 💜

Age Recommendation: 16+ This is a pretty tame one, kuties.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, High School AU

Warnings: Swears, duh. That's honestly about it. Like I said, tame.

Word Count:

Summary: A party brings you and your old classmates together, including him. Can you reconcile with your feelings?

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Connect Two (Angst, Fluff)

The party was, in a word, loud.

Just the way you liked it.

You and your best friends, Roseanne and Lisa, were standing near the couch, sharing drinks, laughing, talking.

“What about him?” Roseanne asked, her Aussie accent piercing through your jumbled thoughts. She raised her finger to a guy who had just entered the room.

You shook your head in disgust. “Ugh, not that guy. I remember him. All he wanted from girls was their virginity.”

“He isn’t even that cute,” Lisa muttered as the said guy in question walked past, tossing a wink towards you and your friends.

You visibly shuddered. “Believe me, you don’t want to touch him with a ten-foot pole.”

“Yeah Rosé,” Lisa teased. “What’s with your taste in guys tonight?”

She tossed a dazed smile back. “Apparently I’m way too drunk to pick anyone.”

“And why are we doing this again?” you sighed. “Thank you guys for your concern, but I don’t need or want to date anyone right now.”

“Who said anything about dating?” Rosé retorted.

“Yeah, fuck that noise,” Lisa added. “We’re trying to find someone for you to spend the night with.”

“I don’t think so,” you muttered, taking a sip from your cup in the hopes that it would help you tolerate your besties’ antics.

You had been invited to a party near your parents’ house by some old schoolmates, where you knew several people from your class would likely show up. So far, you hadn’t seen too many people you knew, but the ones you did were ones you only knew in passing. You had transferred into your school only three years before graduating. Everyone else had formed their own friends and cliques, and you had different tastes than most of the student population, anyway. Where was your group of nerdy, animé-loving schoolmates?

Oh, that’s right. There were only three of you, and the other two lived abroad, leaving you here to fend for yourself. You were just glad that he wasn’t here. You hadn’t seen him since graduation five years ago, and ever since then, you’d been rehearsing the same speech over and over in your mind.

I’m sorry.

Lisa audibly gasped, gripping your arm tight. “Where?” Rosé asked, looking over your shoulder. She too loudly gasped and grabbed your other arm.

“What?” you asked, glancing between their faces. “What?!”

Lisa slowly raised a finger, pointing behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see him walking by. “Shit!” you mumbled, turning quickly back around, heat rising to your cheeks. Of course. Just when you thought you were in the clear.

Rosé looked at you incredulously. “Wait, Y/n, do you… know him?”

To say the least. You had only spent every single minute of those three years in love with him. Back then, he had cherry red hair that did nothing to take away from his bright, shy smile and the ever-present mischievous sparkle in his dark eyes. You remembered the first time you met him.

You were standing in line with your best guy friend, Hoseok, to get food. The crowd inside the gymnasium was tumultuous with all their chattering, cheering, cat-calling. You were glad to get a reprieve from the noise, even if it was brief.

“Hey, Jungkook!” Hoseok called out. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Hey Hobi,” a quiet voice said back. You turned to see him, a shy smile on his face as he stuck his hands in his trouser pockets. His dark eyes slid over to you, giving you a curious once-over. And just like that, every wall you had up fell. You had to get to know this boy.

“Oppa,” you muttered, nudging Hoseok.

“What?”

“Introduce us,” you hissed.

Hoseok smirked. “Jeon Jungkook, this is L/n Y/n.”

You turned and gave him a bright smile, which on second thought, might not have been the best thing. Jungkook looked extremely nervous. “H-Hi,” he stammered out, his voice cracking.

However, you were determined not to let his shyness get in the way of what could potentially be an epic romance.

“Hi,” you said back, holding out your hand. He took it gingerly, his grip gentle as your intertwined hands briefly touched.

You shook the memory away, your hair falling into your face. “Oh my god, you do know him,” Rosé said. “No way. Were you friends?”

“You should introduce us,” Lisa added, twirling her hair around her finger.

“Not a fucking chance,” you muttered. You tipped your cup into your mouth only to find it frustratingly empty. “Hang on, I need another drink.”

You made your way to the kitchen, stumbling slightly, when you saw him talking to another girl, laughing and smiling that bright, wide smile. Damn him. He looked even better than he had back in school, which was saying something. His jet-black hair matured him in a way that made your knees weak, casually falling over his left eye and giving him a sultry look. Tattoos now covered his arms and hands, along with a new piercing that went through his right eyebrow. “Holy fuck,” you thought. You placed a hand over your chest as your heart flipped over itself much in the same way it had eight years ago when you saw him for the first time. No longer was his grin shy and withdrawn, but confident and fearless.

His eyes shifted in your direction, connecting with your gaze for a few seconds before sliding back over to the girl he was talking to. Just that small exchange left you reeling. It was like nothing had changed. You still felt that same invisible string connecting both your souls together, tugging you towards him despite you using all your strength to break it. But you knew he didn’t feel the same way.

“Hey guys,” Jungkook said, averting his gaze as he opened his door and gestured inside.

“Hey JK,” Hoseok said. “Ready to have your ass kicked?”

“You wish,” Jungkook shot back, tossing Hoseok a small grin. “H-Hey Y/n.”

“Hey.”

You bit your lip to contain the grin threatening to cover your entire face. After that day at the game, you, Jungkook, Hoseok, and a couple of other guys had sat at the same table for lunch. One of your favorite things to do was to play board games or card games during your break, but what you all looked forward to the most was playing video games together.

You were okay, kind of ranging in the middle of the pack, but it was one of the only ways you could spend time with Jungkook. You loved who he became while you were playing video games. He turned from a shy, soft-spoken teenager to someone who knew what he was doing and knew he was good at it. Really good.

“On your left,” he called, directing you and Hoseok effortlessly. You glanced at him. He’d dyed his hair to an attractive brunette, and had obtained a couple new ear piercings. You inhaled sharply as he bit his lip in concentration, eyes focused intently on the screen.

“Y/n!” Hoseok groaned as the screen went grey.

“Oh, oh, my bad,” you said, ripping your gaze away from Jungkook.

“It’s okay, it’s time for a snack break anyway,” Jungkook said, standing up.

“I’ll help,” you said, feeling a fresh wave of confidence wash over you. Last year, you were the awkward new girl with braces and glasses that magnified your eyes in an unattractive way, but this year was the year Jungkook noticed you. You had gotten contacts, learned how to use makeup, gotten your braces off, and learned how to style your hair to frame your face in a cute way. This was the year you made your feelings known.

You followed Jungkook to the kitchen, watching his broad shoulders as he towered above you. He’d definitely grown a lot in the past year. And his smell… so enticing. You didn’t know what kind of cologne he used, you just knew you wanted to buy buckets of it to inhale from.

Jungkook opened the fridge. “What kind of soda do you want? I have Coca-Cola, cherry, grape…”

You were barely listening. All you could do was stare at him, his flawless, creamy skin beckoning to you. The string you felt connecting your souls tugged you forward, giving you the confidence you needed to take things to the next level. You stepped close just as Jungkook was closing the fridge door and placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

Jungkook dropped the can, letting it clatter on the floor.

He looked at you, his mouth parted open. “Y/n…?” he asked weakly.

You placed your hands over your mouth, shocked at yourself. “I’m… I’m sorry,” you said, turning and fleeing the room.

You nearly crashed into Hoseok. “Hey, what’s the rush?” he joked, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you.

“Whoa,” he said, noticing your blown pupils and heaving chest. “Are you okay, Y/n?”

“Yeah,” you said breathlessly, holding a hand to your forehead. “I mean, I think so. Feeling a bit light-headed.”

“Want me to take you home?”

“N-No, I have my car, I just need a minute.”

“Yo JK,” Hoseok said, looking over your shoulder. You didn’t dare turn around. “Can you get Y/n some water? And make sure she gets home safely? I know she’s been staying up really late to study. I’d do it myself, but I’ve gotta go home to watch my little sister. My mom was just called into work.”

“Sure th-thing.”

Concern took over Hoseok’s features. “You okay?”

“Yep,” Jungkook replied, his voice much too high.

Hoseok didn’t look convinced, but he left you both anyway after saying his goodbyes. “I’d better go too,” you said, turning.

“Wait.”

You turned, hope blooming in your chest. Jungkook’s dark eyes caught the light as he stepped close, wide and earnest. He gently took both your hands in his and squeezed. Tingles exploded across your body, like mini-fireworks of every color lighting up your insides. “Y/n, I know you l-like me,” Jungkook stammered. “But I have to tell you something…”

The fireworks inside you fizzled out, your eyebrows drawing together as you anticipated his next words. “I like someone else.”

You slid your hands out of his. “What?”

“I like someone else,” he repeated, looking away from you.

You scoffed. Of course he liked someone else. There were a hundred other girls he could pick from, all of them prettier than you, smarter than you, better than you in every way.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“For what?” you said, your voice hoarse. “It’s not your fault. You can’t help how you feel.”

Jungkook finally looked at you again, pity in his eyes. You turned away, hating that he felt sorry for you. For you! He should feel sorry for himself.

You closed your eyes, willing the anger away. You meant what you said. This wasn’t Jungkook’s fault. He couldn’t help who he loved or didn’t love.

“I’ve got to go,” you muttered, turning away.

“Wait, Y/nー”

“For what?” you said, whirling around to look him in the eyes. “For you to love me back? That’s never gonna happen, soー”

“You love me?”

“Shit,” you said under your breath. “No, I-I’m confused, what I meant wasー”

Jungkook took a step away from you, his face screwed up in distress. “Y/n… I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same way.”

You shrugged. “Okay. That’s fine. It’s fine. We’re fine.”

You grabbed your things and opened the door, the tears welling up fast.

“Did I fuck up?” Jungkook asked quietly from behind you. “Are we still friends?”

You turned back, your eyes shining with tears that hadn’t spilled yet. “Yes, we’re still friends,” you choked out. “I’ll see you at school.”

“Want a drink?”

You were shaken out of the memory by a guy standing in front of you that you didn’t recognize. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I asked if you wanted a drink,” he said, his voice filled with amusement. You sized the guy up. He was cute. Not really your type, but maybe you could make the most of tonight with a guy like him.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to turn. You were expecting Rosé or Lisa, but instead felt ice run through your veins as Jungkook’s dark irises met your own. “Dude, I think your girlfriend is looking for you,” he said pointedly.

The guy snorted and left, tossing a glare in Jungkook’s direction.

“I didn’t need saving,” you snapped, brushing Jungkook’s hand away.

“I know. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“So talk.”

One side of Jungkook’s mouth lifted in a halfhearted smirk. “C’mon Y/n, you already know what I want to talk about.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Do I?”

“Don’t you remember?” he asked, stepping closer. “Graduation?”

You blinked and glanced down at the floor, painful memories pushing past all the walls you’d built to hold them back.

“Congrats Y/n,” Jungkook said, holding his diploma, smiling shyly at you. Your heart skipped a beat. Despite everything, you were still in love with him. He had grown even taller, and his hair was now dyed a sandy brown with blonde streaks. He’d grown into his smile a bit, and had even grown confident enough to sport a bit of eyeliner that attractively set off his dark eyes.

“Congrats to you!” you said enthusiastically. “We did it!”

“We did, huh?”

The awkwardness between you two grew. Even after three years of spending time together, it seems neither of you could keep the conversation flowing. “Hey, can I talk to you? In private?” Jungkook asked suddenly.

Your mouth parted open in surprise. “S-Sure.”

You both stepped out into the darkened hallway, the only light coming from a few windows further down. “I figured I should be honest with you,” Jungkook said, looking down at his feet. “Remember when you kissed me a year ago?”

You blushed profusely. “N-No,” you said, cursing your shaky voice. Of course you remembered. How could you forget? It’s not like your feelings had changed. Despite him rejecting you, Jungkook still held the number one spot in your heart. Sure, you’d dated other guys and done your best to get over him, but that string was still there, connecting you to him, wrapped around your very soul.

“I told you I liked someone else.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right,” you said. “I r-remember now.”

One side of his mouth lifted in a half-smile. He saw right through you, and you both knew it. “Well, that girl was Aubry.”

You resisted rolling your eyes. Of course it was. She was only the prettiest girl in your class. You didn’t know a single guy who hadn’t had a crush on her at one point or another. Aubry was not only extremely beautiful, but extremely nice as well. She’d stood up for you a couple times when her more snobby friends made rude comments toward you. As far as you knew, she’d stayed single your entire school career. She was a free spirit, a kite that wanted to break free from its string. You knew she wanted to travel and do volunteer work in less fortunate countries, not stay here and be in some relationship that would likely end in disaster anyway.

“She rejected me.”

Again, you resisted rolling your eyes. You saw that coming a mile away.

“But I never stopped loving her.”

“Jungkook, why are you telling me all this?” you asked impatiently. Your friends and family were waiting on the other side of the door, why were you here letting your emotions get torn to shreds?

“Because,” he said, twisting his hands around each other nervously. “Because I wanted to tell you I was wrong.”

You blinked at him. “Wrong? About what?”

“About turning you down. I should have given you a chance.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Wh-What?”

“I was so fixated on Aubry, I ignored everyone else,” Jungkook muttered. “But as far as being with you went… I can’t say I didn’t think about it.”

Silence built a wall between you two. “Are you… Are you serious?” you finally said.

Jungkook nodded.

You scoffed. “What the hell, Jungkook? You couldn’t have told me this earlier? We’re graduating! It’s too late!”

“I know. You’re going off to college abroad, and I’m focusing on my singing career. We’re going totally different directions, but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t at least tell you.”

“Wow. You couldn’t have left well enough alone, could you?” you said, emotion clogging up your throat. “You just had to get one more painful memory in.”

“What? No, that’s not what Iー”

“Fuck you, Jungkook.”

His mouth dropped open in shock. “Wait, Y/nー”

“No!” You cut him off, holding a hand up. “You don’t get to break my heart like that again. Fuck you!”

You threw open the door and ran through it, angrily swiping at the tears that had finally spilled over.

“Yeah, about that,” you said, pushing the memory back down into the dark recesses of your mind. “Sorry I told you to fuck off.”

“Uh, I believe your exact words were, ‘Fuck you, Jungkook.’”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

Jungkook smirked before taking a sip from his cup. “Are you here alone?”

You folded your arms. “Maybe.”

He chuckled. “If you are, I’d like to keep talking to you, if that’s okay.”

You bit your lip to contain the smile that surfaced at his words. “Sure.”

Jungkook grinned back at you, melting your insides like butter tossed into a hot pan. That string that had always linked the two of you began to thicken, building strand upon strand with each flirtatious comment, each meaningful look, each chuckle and laugh. Maybe this would ramp up into an epic romance, or maybe this would merely turn into a beautiful friendship, but either way, your connected souls would never part ways again.

you’re all I need

pairing: Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: none, Jungkook gets a little emotional because he loves y/n so much.

Jungkook's eyes are fixated on the ceiling, a weird feeling still present in his belly at the thought of your voice from 2 hours ago, when you guys talked on the phone.

You didn't really say anything, just talked about some stupid homework you couldn't figure out on your own.

He instantly has picked the phone up, forgetting what he was about to do, and did his best to help you, which you were so thankful for, so you agreed to come over and promised to bring him his favorite food.

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"I'm so happy you're here." He hugged you tightly, lightly picking you up.

Placing you down again, your head to his chest, you took his scent in, as a little smile formed on your face.

You have missed him. Seeing each other 2 times per week, (because of the tough schedules), was really unfair and tough.

"I missed you so much." Your eyes find his beautiful, sparkling ones.

He cups your cheeks with his palms, pressing his lips on yours, kissing you sweetly.

"I missed you too angel." He says and scrunches his nose in such an adorable way, you're about to cry.

"You brought the food." His eyes light up as he looks at the bag you're holding.

"Yeah. I keep my promises, Kookie. You know that." You wink, placing the food on the table.

He just stands there for a couple of seconds, looking at you.

Then he pouts, his eyes becoming glassy.

"What's wrong?" You ask, coming close to him and taking his hands in yours.

"No- nothing I just..." He sighs.

Then he pulls you close again, holding you there in the middle of the kitchen.

Your cheeks heat up at the contact of his arms around you again, this time even tighter. You hug him back, feeling him place small kisses on your shoulder.

"Is everything alright baby?" You can't help but make sure.

"I love you." He lets out and looks you in the eyes, holding your chin up.

Your heart feels like it's gonna give up any second, pumping so hard and fast.

You don't know what this feeling is, but your whole body heats up and you feel your blood rushing through your veins.

You gulp, blinking a couple times.

He's so beautiful. It's like he's unreal.

But he's real. And he's yours.

"I love you too." You tell him honestly.

He feels like he can't breathe without your lips on his anymore.

So he kisses you. And then again. And again.

He doesn't ever want to stop.

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