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Show & Tell

Genre: Teacher!Reader, Fluff

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

Warnings: none

Synopsis: One of your students brings his famous (and cute) cousin for show and tell.

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"Come on, sachon hyung!" the voice of one of your students called out from down the hall. You recognized his voice as one of your youngest students, Kim Junseo. 

"Teacher!" the boy called, walking through the classroom. Behind him, he dragged a guy probably around your age. You were caught off guard at his cheeky smile. "I brought my cousin for show and tell today! He's an idol!" The boy spoke quickly, hardly getting the words out right. 

"Oh well, show and tell isn't until the end of the day, Junseo. I'm sure your cousin has other things to do until then." 

"No!" the boy protested. "He promised to spend his whole day with me!" 

"All right, Junseo, why don't sit down and get ready for class? I'll talk with your cousin." 

The boy went to his seat and began to aimlessly color in his notebook. You couldn't help but think it was cute, the boy obviously looked up to his older cousin. 

"Kim Taehyung," he said, holding out his hand. 

You reached out and shook his hand politely. You had noticed that he looked vaguely familiar, but you were now certain that he was from BTS. Due to your busy university schedule and the stresses that came with your first year of teaching, you had only vaguely heard their name and music in the background.

"BTS?" you asked. 

Taehyung perked up, a smile breaking out across his face. You to admit--he had a nice smile--you could see where Junseo got his infuriatingly adorable smile from. 

"Are you part of Army?!" 

"Army?" 

His face fell. 

"Our fans," he said. "That's what their called." 

"Oh, no," you said. "Sorry, I've just seen you around." 

He nodded. 

"I did promise to spend the day with him," Taehyung said. "I don't want to disrupt class, of course. But I'm only in Daegu another day."

You thought over the situation. It was obvious Junseo didn't see his cousin much and idolized him. And having another set of adult hands to handle your classroom full of 5 and 6-year-olds was appealing. 

"All right," you said. "You can stay until show and tell, but you'll have to help out." 

"No problem." 

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You'd left him alone with the kids for a few minutes to grab the next activity you'd accidentally left in the teacher's lounge. You'd left them all singing a simple song about counting you figured even the kid's could continue on their own. 

However, when you walked back into the classroom, all of the children were back at their seat's laughing as Taehyung passed out candy, he'd apparently been hiding the whole time. 

While candy was sometimes allowed in the classroom on special occasions, it would only hype up the children and cause them to be less focused on the activities. 

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"I just wanted to make today as fun for him as possible," Taehyung said, when you pulled him aside. 

"I understand that, but they won't focus on the lessons now," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. 

"I'm sorry, Miss Y/N. I promise I'll keep out of the way."

"Wait," you said. An idea forming. "Why don't you teach a lesson? We sing and dance a lot. We could all write a song together." 

After further expanding the idea, Taehyung agreed. 

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"All right, class, this is Kim Taehyung and he's going to help us write a song." 

The rest of the lesson went smoothly. Taehyung was actually great with children and seemed to love them just as much as you did. You smiled as the kids would sing and dance and pretend to be idols. He laughed and encouraged them. In the end, the class ended up creating a new song that helped teach them colors. 

"We wrote it ourselves, Teacher!" one of your students said, beaming. 

"I'm so proud of you!" you said. 

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Junseo stood at the front of the class. Taehyung sat on a stool beside him and waved to the class as Junseo introduced him as his cousin. 

"He's an idol and he's in this band BTS. They're really cool and they get to travel all over the world. I don't get to see Tae much, but I see him on magazines and stuff. I even got to go to the big arena and see him perform once. I want to be an idol when I grow up too, because I want people to come see me like that." 

You were trying to hold back tears as the little boy talked about his cousin. It was sweet to know that he had a good role model in his life. 

Taehyung, too, seemed slightly emotional, although he was holding it back. You noticed his watery eyes and he bit his lip a few times. 

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"Thank you for letting me be in your classroom today," Taehyung said, Junseo held his hand beside him. "It means a lot that I could spend the day with Junseo." 

"Of course," you said. "The kids had a great time and I think they actually learned something in the process." You laughed and found that you had actually enjoyed having him help you in the classroom. 

"You know, I have one more day in Daegu before I have to leave and I'm going to be picking Junseo up from school tomorrow. Would you want to do something afterwards?" 

"Something?" you asked, arching an eyebrow. 

"Anything you want," he said. 

"Like a date?" 

"If that's what you want."

Fish Cakes

Genre: Established Relationship AU, Fluff

Pairing: Jin/Reader

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Jin warned you not to mess with the sugar gliders while he is gone. You and Jungkook decide to disobey him. You come to regret this when one of them escapes.

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"You named them after fish cakes?" you asked, laughing. It didn't surprise you. Your boyfriend, Kim Seokjin, was known for his love of food. 

"I don't know, it just fit," he said, shrugging as he pulled the car into the driveway of the apartment he shared with the rest of his band members. 

"It's cute," you said. "I can't wait to meet them." 

"Well, unfortunately, it will have to wait until I get back from the studio. They need me to re-record some vocals and I won't be back until tonight. Sugar gliders are nocturnal anyway." 

You frowned a bit, upset your boyfriend couldn't spend more time with you, but understanding. You were friends with the other members and trusted you wouldn't be bored until he got back. 

"The sugar gliders are still adjusting so don't bother them until I get back," he said. "I know you wouldn't do anything purposely, but they are very sensitive." 

"Jin," you said. "I won't hurt them, I promise." 

He smiled and kissed you from the driver's seat. When you pulled away, he closed the door and drove back down the driveway towards the studio. 

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"Jungkook!" 

The boy smiled mischievously as he beat you on Mario Kart for the third time. You put the controller down, done playing. 

Jungkook set his down too, slightly disappointed you were done. 

"Have you met the sugar gliders yet?" you asked. 

"Yes! They are so cute. Jin hasn't showed them to you yet?" 

You shook your head. "He was going to today, but he had to record some vocals at the studio. He said he will tonight." 

"I'll show them to you!" Jungkook said, a proud smile crossing his face. "I help Jin feed them. I'll make sure you handle them properly." 

"Jin told me not mess with them until he's back," you said, slightly hesitant, however, the offer was extremely tempting. 

"Nothing will happen," Jungkook said. "They're sleeping right now anyway." 

"All right," you said. 

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The two of you entered Jin and Yoongi's room where the sugar gliders were housed. You and Jungkook approached the cage carefully, making sure not to disturb them too much. 

Jungkook carefully opened the door. As he'd promised, the two gliders were sleeping inside the cage, hardly aware of your presence. 

"They're so cute!"

Jungkook smiled. He reached into the cage and scooped up one of the sleeping gliders, the little marsupial opened his eyes and immediately began to climb into Kookie's sleeve. 

"Ah," he said, laughing slightly, as he attempted retrieve the cheeky glider. "They're quick." 

You helped Kookie roll up his sleeve, eventually revealing the glider looking back at you with its large black eyes. You couldn't help but feel your heart melt slightly. 

"Let's put it back. I don't want to risk anything happening." 

Jungkook nodded and grasped the the glider gently and set back in the cage, closing the door. 

"Wait, Kookie, weren't there two of them?" 

"Yeah, you have to get two of them because they get really sad without a companion." 

"Jungkook, that's not what I meant," you said, pointing down to the cage. The other sugar glider was gone. 

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Your stomach turned as you heard Jin's car pull into the driveway. You and the boys had pulled apart the apartment in search of the missing glider, but to no avail. You felt tears threatening to fall already at the thought of having to tell your boyfriend. 

When Jin walked into the mess of an apartment and your tears already falling he knew something was wrong. 

"Jin, I'm sorry. Me and Kookie, we went to see the gliders, and one of them escaped, and..." You were full on sobbing at this point, your words masked. 

You felt him walk past you, only just glancing the redness that'd made its way to his face. 

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You and Jin spent another hour tearing his room and the more accessible parts of the apartment apart. You tried to contain your tears, but found it hard. Jin barely looked at you as he tore up the room. 

You were surprised he hadn't broken up with you immediately. Jin wasn't a demanding boyfriend, he never told you what to do, but the one time it mattered, you didn't listen. 

There was no use in apologizing more than you did. You simply continued to look, the hope of finding the glider safe was beginning to leave you. 

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You and Jin were just about to give up for the night--hoping the glider hadn't gotten anywhere too dangerous--and resume the search in the morning; when Yoongi walked in the door cradling one of his sweatshirts in his hand. 

"I found him," he said. "He must've clung onto it at some point when I came back for it while I was working." 

The glider was sleeping soundly in the hood of Yoongi's sweatshirt. You felt relief flood your body as looked down at the little form. 

"Odengie!" Jin exclaimed, scooping up the glider. 

He stroked the glider before carefully placing it back in its cage with its companion who greeted its friend happily. 

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"I really am sorry," you said. "I should've listened to you." 

"Ah, it's okay, babe, everything turned out all right."

Jin pulled you into his chest and lightly kissed your forehead. 

"Now, come on, let's go watch a movie. I brought home some fish cakes."

Caramel Macchiato

Genre: Coffeeshop AU, Former Friends to Lovers, Fluff

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Warnings: cringe and awkward moments lol

Synopsis: Your first kiss happened during the pocky game in high school. The boy you kissed, Jeon Jungkook, was a trainee. You planned to forget it and shove down any leftover feelings. Although, it’s a bit hard to do that when his face is on the billboard outside the coffee shop you work at. It becomes even harder when the man himself walks in with the sound of the bells on the door.

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It was a busy day at the cafe. You acted as if you didn't know why, but you'd seen multiple fans come in wearing BTS merch. There was a BTS concert at the nearby arena that night. 

You didn't think about Jungkook much anymore. But occasionally, on days like that one, it seemed unavoidable. You kept seeing his face everywhere. On customer's T-shirts, on magazine covers, on billboards. He was unavoidable. 

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You knew he was doing exactly what he wanted. Back in school, everyone knew he was trainee. Girls fawned over him, even if he himself was shy and tried to avoid them. Sometimes one of the members would come to pick him up, and everyone stared at the older boy. 

After he debuted, it'd been even worse. People pretending to be his friend, playing the video to embarrass him at lunch; but he never let it phase him.

He'd approached you one day. The two of you had never really paid each other much mind before. You shared a few classes, but had never interacted outside of them before. 

"You're one of the top students, right?" he asked, as you stood at your locker and placed the books from your last class inside. 

You nodded. 

"I was wondering if you had time if you could help me with my math? I want to do well on the next test and all the hyungs besides Namjoon hyung are bad at math. And he told me that I should try to make friends, and you seemed nice." 

You smiled at his obvious nervous rambling. You figured he was probably just embarrassed to be asking for help.

"Sure," you said. "Do you have time after school?" 

"No," he said. "We get a day off on Sunday though. We can meet sometime then." 

You nodded and exchanged numbers.

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You met up at a cafe that Sunday. You both had brought along your math textbooks and a notebook and you were currently showing him how to solve a complicated equation. 

"Make sure you solve this part first or else you'll end up with the wrong answer. You can tell which part you have to solve first because of the parenthesis." 

He took notes diligently and listened intently as he explained each problem to him and corrected his mistakes. 

After the study session, he offered to buy you a coffee for helping him. You smiled and accepted. 

"Caramel Macchiato," you told the waitress.

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"You have Jungkook's number?" one of your friends asked. 

You shrugged and took another bite of your lunch. 

"Yeah, I helped him in math once. What's the big deal?"

"What's the big deal?" you friend asked, a look of shock crossing her face. "You have an idol's phone number!I'm going to call him!" 

"No!" you said, reaching for your phone, but it was too late. 

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"You called me earlier?" Jungkook asked after you answered the phone. 

"Oh no, sorry, that was my friend. She thought it would be funny to call you. I'm really sorry about that, I can delete it so it doesn't happen again." 

"No, no, it's okay. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay." 

"Oh, uh, yeah, thanks."

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You're not exactly sure how you both ended up at the same party. You knew Jungkook wasn't really the partying type as he was too busy and focused on his career. You were too focused on school to go to parties. But somehow you both ended up at the same one. 

"Y/N!" he called. "I never expected to see you here." 

"Nor I you," you said. "I'm sure it's not much compared to the big idol parties you go to." 

"I don't go to many idol parties. But I much prefer smaller ones like this." 

"Come on, let's go play a game. We can't spend the whole time just talking to each other." 

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Something you discovered about Jungkook is he was competitive and determined, just like yourself. He rarely ever gave up. When the idea of the pocky game came up, you were nervous knowing that if you refused to lose, you'd end up kissing someone. You'd never kissed anyone before, but decided to go along with the game, figuring you probably could just sit and watch the whole time. 

"Y/N!" the MC of the game called. "And..." She stuck her hand back into the hat and pulled out the next name. "Jungkook!" 

A series of ooohs and aaahs rang out. A few girls eyed you jealously, but all you could focus on was the nervous rumbling in your stomach. 

You and Jungkook each took hold of either end of the pocky stick with your mouths. 

"Go!" the MC said. 

You and Jungkook both bit through the candy, neither one of you turning away. Within a few seconds, your lips touched. You knew the first to pull away lost and you had too much pride to pull away immediately. Eventually, Jungkook pulled away, allowing you to win. 

You smiled, but couldn't help the blush on your cheeks. Jungkook, too, looked slightly flushed. 

"Loser," you smirked, feeling an odd wave of confidence wash over you.

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"Hey, let me know when you get home," Jungkook said, as the party ended. "It's late." 

"I will," you said. You wanted to talk about the kiss, but you were too awkward to bring it up. Instead you let the conversation sit between you. 

"Bye, Y/N." 

"Bye, Jungkook."

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Other than graduation, that was the last time you'd talked to Jungkook. You still had his number, but with BTS now much more popular, you figured he'd probably changed it. 

You finished up the drink you were working on and went to hand it out. 

"A caramel macchiato for..." you glanced down at the name. "Jungkook." 

You were surprised to see his name and you figured it couldn't be him, but when you looked up you were met with his familiar eyes. 

"Jungkook!" you exclaimed, spilling the drink in the process. 

The caramel macchiato spilled all over Jungkook's white T-shirt and you chastised yourself for your careless behavior. 

"I'm so sorry!" 

Your co-workers looked at you pitifully and allowed you to excuse yourself to help him clean up. It was your fault after all. 

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You stood in the small single bathroom in the cafe. You wet paper towels and proceeded to help Jungkook clean the coffee and milk off his shirt. 

"I'm sorry," you said again. "I was just surprised to see you." 

"It's okay," he said. "This is just the Gucci shirt V hyung got me for my birthday." 

Your face immediately fell into shock and you felt terrible for probably ruining a gift. 

"I'm kidding," he said, chuckling at your reaction. "It's nice to see you again. Going to university like you planned?" 

You nodded. 

"I work here mainly on the weekends." 

"I'm glad I caught you on a day you worked. You know, it's actually kind of funny, I just thought about you today." 

"Me?"

"Yes," he said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slightly squished box of pocky. "I bought it for the hyungs as a good luck present before the show." 

You smiled as you eyed the box. 

"We were so young. I can't believe you still remember that." 

"Most people don't forget their first kiss."

You were surprised. You had assumed that it hadn't been Jungkook's first kiss based on the way the girls at school used to fawn over him. 

"It was your first kiss, too?" 

Jungkook nodded and smiled down at you. 

"I'm glad it was you," he said. 

You hadn't noticed that you'd stopped wiping of his shirt. You went back to it, but Jungkook interrupted you. 

He held a pocky stick in his mouth. 

"What do you say? For old time's sake?" 

You giggled and placed your lips on the other end. It didn't take long for your lips to touch, but neither of you pulled away for longer this time. But eventually, you pulled away, remembering that you were still at work. 

"Loser," he smirked, looking down at you.

Idolatry

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Idol!Reader, Fluff

Pairing: Jimin/Reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, short

Synopsis: Still a trainee, you are set to debut soon and show up at BigHit for some training. You didn’t think you’d see your old classmate Jimin. But you weren’t upset when he walked into the dance studio.

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When they told you a group of successful idols was coming to mentor you, you never imagined seeing a familiar face. Of course, you knew he was successful, it was all your former classmates talked about and you knew you would probably run into him again, but you never imagined it would be before your debut.

He seemed just as surprised to see you, immediately dropping his confident swagger. He made eye contact and gave you a small smile of acknowledgement.

Your group mates popped up when BTS walked into the room and a few nudged you knowing your connection to Jimin.

"Hey, so we're BTS and we're here to mentor you for the day," RM, the leader started. You smiled at the professionalism, knowing one day you may find yourself in a similar situation. "Why don't we start with your debut choreography?"

You stood up with the rest of your members and got into your positions. The music started and you immediately felt nervous dancing in front of Jimin. You'd probably done it hundred of times before, you'd danced together for hours when you were preparing for a performance in school. But now, he was an idol and you were a trainee.

Eventually you found yourself getting lost in the music, it always happened, if not instantly, by half way through the song, you were completely lost in the rhythm. This had been your downfall a few times forgetting to sing your part as you were too focused on the dance.

When the song finished, the boys nodded and had you run through it again. This time slowly as they stopped and corrected things. There wasn't much to correct, you and your members had worked tirelessly to perfect the choreography, but you were surprised when you suddenly felt someone behind you. You looked in the mirror to see Jimin.

"Try changing your posture," he said. "It will make the move look more fluid." Hesitantly, he placed his hand on your back and helped you adjust so your posture fit the move better. Normally, you would've rejected someone who tried to adjust your posture, idol or not. But considering the many hours you'd practiced together in school, you knew Jimin was simply trying to help you.

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"Do you know her? You seemed very friendly with her?" Jhope asked Jimin as they had stepped outside for lunch.

"We went to school together," he said. "Back in Busan. We used to practice together a lot."

"You didn't know she was a trainee?"

Jimin shook his head.

"No, I always knew she wanted to be an idol. But I didn't know she'd signed."

"Well, it seems as if we will be seeing more of her." Hoseok smirked and moved back towards the practice room.

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With you and Jimin it always seemed to end up like this. It was 11pm and everyone else had gone home. Although not without shooting both of you a few suspicious looks. But all you did was dance.

First it started with your debut choreography, which he'd managed to pick up most of throughout the day.  Then, you practiced some of his old choreography and eventually it became pure freestyle.

You laughed as he ran and did a flip, landing perfectly. You'd never really been one for stunts, your feet mostly stayed planted on the ground and you rolled you eyes as he smirked at you, daring you to outdo him.

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Somehow you both ended up on the floor. Laying beside each other on your backs, staring up at the white ceiling of the practice room.

"Who would've thought we'd both become idols?" you asked. "Think about us back in school. How silly we were."

Jimin smiled.

"How silly I was," he corrected. "You were always so focused, so serious."

"Oh come on, you know that's not true. I liked to have fun, too. You always practiced longer than I did."

"I needed to."

You laughed and punched him playfully.

"Yet you're the idol and I'm the trainee."

He reached over and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers.

"You'll be an idol soon enough."

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One of your fellow members popped a bottle of champagne at the exact second your debut went live. It felt surreal knowing you were on your way to being an idol. Halfway through the night, you wandered off from the party, a little tipsy, but not drunk. You had found yourself outside in the garden of the rented house. You felt two arms encircle your waist and pull you pack against the owner.

"Congratulations baby," Jimin said, his face beaming as you turned around.

He held a bouquet of flowers and presented them to you shyly hiding his face behind them. You giggled and took the bouquet from him.

"Thank you, Jimin," you said, leaning in to kiss him, wondering how you got so lucky to run into Jimin again.

"You're welcome. Now, that you're an idol, I'll have to worship you."

You rolled your eyes and kissed him before he could spew more stupid come ons.

Delivery

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jin/Reader

Warnings: none

Synopsis: You don’t know who you’re delivering to when you pull up to the huge house. And somehow you manage to become Kim Seokjin’s favorite delivery person.

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You weren't sure you had the right address. You were standing just outside the gates of one of the most expensive apartments in all of Seoul.

You reached down and rang the security buzzer and heard a gruff voice ask you for your name and your business.

You politely responded with your name and explained you were delivering food. After a few seconds, the gate opened and you drove through. You were wowed by the luxurious surroundings. You caught sight of a pool around to the side and you began to wonder who exactly this costumer was. The apartment also provided a beautiful view of the city, one which if you weren't working, would've taken more time to admire.

You walked to the front door and rang the doorbell, hearing it echo inside. After a few moments, the door opened and you nearly dropped the delivery.

"Jin!" You exclaimed, surprised to see a member of your favorite band in front of you. You immediately apologized at your informality and impoliteness.

"No, it's fine," he said. "I always think they should warn you before hand. At least you didn't drop the food."

"Filming an EatJin?" you asked, hoping the question wasn't an invasion of privacy.

"Yes!" he said. "You should watch later. Once you're off work, of course."

"I will. Thank you, sir."

"Jin, please," he said. "And your name?"

You gave him your name and felt your stomach flip when he repeated it back to you.

"Thank you, Jin," you said. "I look forward to watching later." You bowed and turned to leave.

"Wait! I know you don't normally accept tips, but please take this for your troubles."

You took the tip and bowed again. You hoped to hide your red face from the contact of your fingertips brushing his.

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After work you settled down with your dinner and went to watch the EatJin he uploaded earlier.

"Mmmmm, this is really good," he said. "I got chicken and rice, and some soup on the side."

"You sure it doesn't taste better cause of the cute delivery girl?" Jungkook said, off camera.

Jin's face grew red and he hit Jungkook off camera, but all you heard were the maknae's giggles.

"She said she was going to watch this!"

Jungkook suddenly appeared on camera, his face red from laughter and a smile plastered across his face.

"Hi, cute delivery girl! Jin really liked you!"

"All right, that's enough," Jin said, pushing his annoying maknae out of the frame.

"I apologize for him. He's been overexcited today."

The EatJin continued as normal, but you couldn't hide the blush that erupted on your own cheeks.

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You'd gotten used to the routine by now. You and the security guard now greeted each other in a friendly manner and he often unlocked the gate once he saw your car pull up.

"Jin," you called, while obnoxiously ringing the doorbell.

He eventually answered and took the two large bags from your hands.

"Thank you, Y/N," he said. "Please come in."

Jin had starting scheduling his orders so that it was your last delivery of the day, allowing you to make a deal with your manager to go home straight after the delivery. This let you spend time with Jin and the rest of the members, something you had come to look forward to after your long shifts.

"So, what's the plan tonight?" you asked, opening up one the delivery box you knew was yours.

"Movies," he said, doing the same with his box. The rest of the boys had yet to come down.

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Somehow all eight of you managed to squeeze onto one couch and the floor in front of it. You were at end next to Jin with Jimin sitting beside your legs.

"Noona, you have to stay awake this time," Jimin teased, referencing how you tended to fall asleep whenever you watched a movie with them. "There's a good twist at the end!"

You smiled. You never meant to fall asleep, but you'd been working long hours and you found yourself dozing off half way through.

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Halfway through, like normal, you fell asleep. The movie had actually been interesting, but after hours of driving around Seoul, it caught up with you.

"Honestly, it's like having a second Yoongi around," Jimin said, laughing.

"I'm not asleep," Yoongi said.

"But you usually are."

"Come on, let her sleep," Jin said. "She gets tired after her deliveries."

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You woke up the next morning. You were still on the couch, but someone had thrown a blanket over you and placed a pillow beneath your head. Although you smiled when you noticed the pillow smelled like Jin, but a different smell began to overwhelm you.

You sat up and followed the smell to the kitchen.

"Jin?" you asked, seeing him at the stove.

"Good morning, Y/N," he said.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm making you breakfast. You always brought me food, it's my turn to pay you back."

You smiled and kissed him on the cheek playfully.

"Thank you, Jin."

Rabbit Hunting

Genre: Regency AU, slight enemies to lovers, fluff

Pairing: Jungkook/Named Reader

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Marriage is the first thing on your mother’s mind and the last on yours. Especially when you unexpectedly run into a mysterious gentle while on a leisurely walk.

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"Dorothea!" your mother called after you and you cringed at the use of your full name. Your bonnet and shoes were already tied, the basket for wildflowers swinging from your wrist. "Make sure to be back by afternoon! Your cousins will be here tonight and we need to have you looking presentable. You never know who they may bring with them."

You rolled your eyes as you walked out the door and into the crisp early spring air. Whenever the Kim brothers came into Derbyshire it was the talk of the town. Your cousins were three of the handsomest men in all of Europe and they often brought with them equally gorgeous and eligible gentlemen. Your mother was of course desperate to marry you off to one of them. While your situation was not as desperate as that of many other families in Derbyshire, with only you and your younger sister, there wasn't much hope for an inheritance unless each of you married well. 

Your mother had even tried to marry off your poor maid in hopes she would bring back some sort of prosperity to your small manor house. 

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There was nothing you liked better after breakfast than a morning walk. The roads were slightly muddy from the night's rain and the air was fragrant with the smell of the newly sprung spring flowers.

You headed towards the wildflower fields that lay near the estate of Finchfield. It was currently empty, the last tenant having left for France a few years before. Your mother was waiting with baited breath for a handsome gentlemen to come to town and claim Finchfield.

The estate was in sight as you waded into the wildflowers. The grass and some of the flowers came all the way to your hips. You began to pick the prettiest ones for the centerpieces later that night. While your mother had her dreams for your marriage, you had your own. You'd like to think that your future husband would like walks through the wildflower fields, too. Stopping to pick one that matched the color of your dress and placing it behind your ear.

A small rustling interrupted your daydreams and you looked over to see a small brown bunny hopping slowly through the grass. It hadn't noticed you yet, evident from its leisurely pace.

You smiled, remembering the many memories from your childhood of chasing after rabbits with your sister. They normally always outran you or ducked into their burrows before you could capture. Not that you wanted to anyway, it was the thrill of the chase that captivated you most.

You gave away your presence and chased after the creature. It bounded away from you, although it didn't seem particularly terrified, seeming to enjoy your silly antics. Your hair fell out and the bottom of your dress had become filthy, but you cared less as you ran out of breath. The rabbit was out of your sight now, but you could still make out a sliver of the estate in the distance, you certainly hadn't gone as far as you thought. 

After catching your breath, you took off in the direction the animal went. It wasn't long before you came upon the animal again, but instead you found it inside a hunting trap. A man stood nearby, his rifle aimed at the poor creature.

"No, Mister! Don't shoot!" You threw yourself down beside the trap, your hands attempting to open it. 

"Excuse me, Miss, but haven't you been taught not to run in front of a man's rifle?" His gun was lowered now. You didn't recognize him as one of the men from town, but he was certainly one of the handsomest men you'd ever seen. 

"And, don't you know that any true gentlemen does not trap their prey? Now, please release this poor animal. It wouldn't even be in your trap if I hadn't have been chasing it." 

The man looked annoyed, his jaw clenched and his mouth slightly open. Yet, he seemed somewhat amused as he took in your figure. You remembered your hair was an absolute mess, but you found it hard to care in the moment. "Miss, I understand it is not typical for your sex to understand a sport like hunting, but trapping is regular practice and fair."

"Listen, Mr...?" 

"Jeon," the man filled in. 

"Mr. Jeon, I know you only mean to kill this helpless hare for measly sport. I've become quite attached to it and would please release it as a favor to me. Just this once?"

Mr. Jeon's demeanor seemed to change. Instead of annoyed, he seemed mostly amused. You weren't sure if it was simply your charms or your pitiful appearance, but the man reached down and opened the trap. The rabbit scurried away and soon was out of sight. 

"Thank you, Mr. Jeon," you said, a little surprised he had allowed the creature its freedom. You curtsied politely and grabbed your flower basket. 

"You're welcome, Miss," he said. "But, I have done you your favor, may I now ask one of you?"

Words eluded you and just as you were about to choke out something you were thankful to be interrupted. 

"Thea!" a man called out. As he moved closer, you recognized him as your cousin, Taehyung. You ran into your arms and your feet came off the ground as he twirled you. 

"I thought you weren't supposed to arrive until tonight," you said once your feet were planted back on the ground. 

"We are renting Finchfield for our stay," Taehyung said. "We arrived early to familiarize ourselves with the grounds." You heard footsteps approaching behind you. "Ah, I see you've already met Mr. Jeon. Allow me to formally introduce you. Mr. Jeon, this is my cousin Miss Dorothea Kim. Miss Kim, this is Mr. Jeon, a dear friend of mine from Busan." 

He bowed and you curtsied in return. "A pleasure," you said. 

"The pleasure is all mine." He took your hand and kissed your knuckles lightly. 

"Did you get anything?" Taehyung asked, holding up his own bounty of a pheasant. 

"I trapped a rabbit, but your cousin cleverly persuaded me to release it." 

"Ah, Thea has always had a love for animals. You were chasing it weren't you?"

You nodded, color coming to your cheeks. Taehyung smiled and ruffled your hair, messing it up more. You scowled at your older cousin and attempted to flatten it down.

"I'm sure auntie will be thrilled to see you in such a state, cousin," Taehyung said. "Shall we give you a ride back?"

"Thank you, Taehyung, but mother isn't expecting you until dinner time. If you were to come over now, I think she may become overwhelmed. We've spent the last week preparing for your arrival. I'll make my way back now. I think I have enough wildflowers for tonight."

"Please allow me to walk back with you, Miss Kim. I can't let my dear friend's cousin walk alone." 

"Thank you for the kind offer, Mr. Jeon. But, it's certainly not necessary. This my home and I will be perfectly fine walking by myself. And, I worry you wouldn't find your way back to Finchfield." 

Mr. Jeon stood stunned for a moment but nodded. "As you wish, Miss Kim." 

"Oh, Mr. Jeon, as a thank you for your kind favor. Please take this." You picked out a small yellow wildflower and tucked it between his jacket and shirt. "The yellow suits you very well, Mr. Jeon."

Maid To Be

Genre: Regency AU, slight friends to lovers

Pairing: Namjoon/Named Reader

Warnings: Accidental groping, awkward Joon, a little cringe at times but in a cute way

Synopsis: Marriage wasn’t something you thought about much as a maid. You knew you would end up wherever your mistress, Dorothea, did. Despite the encouragement of your employers, you planned to live your life as Dorothea’s maid forever. When her attractive cousins come to visit, you can’t help but notice how much they’ve changed.

Note: A continuation to “Rabbit Hunting” and part of my larger Regency AU series of one shots.

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"Miss Cooke!" Mrs. Kim called from the entrance parlor. You dropped the duster and rushed out to the main parlor where the elder Miss Kim, a basket full of wildflowers and her hair and absolute mess. "Please help Thea dress for supper tonight. It seems she couldn't keep her composure during one simple outing."

Dorothea rolled her eyes and headed towards the room, dropping the wildflowers off on the table near the door. She seemed to have a dreamy look in her eyes. The elder sister was always prone to fantasies--both Kim sisters were in fact--but there was something different about the glaze over her eyes. If you didn't know any better, you would guess this wasn't just any morning walk.

"Oh, Miss Cooke what am I going to do with that girl? It'll be a miracle if I can find a gentleman to marry her. A gentleman is more likely to fall for a maid like you than a girl like her, even with her breeding!"

"Oh, Mrs. Kim, I'm sure that's not true," you said, ignoring Mrs. Kim's slight on your station. She hadn't meant any offense, but you still felt like you'd been punched in the stomach. "Any man would be lucky to marry either of your daughters. Now, would you like me to send for some tea? Maybe that will help you relax before we have out visitors."

"That sounds lovely, Miss Cooke."

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"Oh Eliza, he was so infuriating! Insulting our sex and then suddenly changing his mind! And, I don't even know what favor he wanted to ask me!" You tightened Dorothea's corset causing the last syllable to come out a slightly higher pitch.

"Yet, you're still hoping there'll be a ball so that you can dance with him." You raised your eyebrow as the girl turned around and you helped her into her dress. Dorothea blushed. The girl was a couple years younger than you and you'd been with her family so long that the Kim sisters felt more like your younger sisters than your mistresses.

"Well, it would be improper of me to turn him down if he asks." You laughed and Dorothea soon joined you.

"Your mother will be thrilled. If he's interested that is," you said. "It sounds like he's a suitable gentleman. Considering he's friends with your cousins."

"I can only hope," Dorothea said. "Who knows, maybe there will be a gentleman for you?" She nudged your side lightly as she sat down at her vanity and allowed you to brush your hair. You brushed it out and braided it back into a bun in a way that flattered her face.

"Oh, don't be silly, Thea," you said. "A gentleman would never look my way. And, even if they did, they would know it's improper."

"Maybe you'll find one that doesn't care about propriety. If my memory serves me correctly, didn't you and my cousin, Seokjin, have a flirtation the last time they visited?"

You laughed. "Seokjin and I are simply a friendly flirtation. We are good friends, that's all Thea. The man is a natural flirt and I like to tease him about it."

"Oh, wouldn't it be marvelous if you married one of my cousins! We'd be cousins then, Eliza!"

"Thea, you know I will go to whatever estate you end up the Lady of. I will never leave you."

"Oh Eliza, I hope you meet a rich gentleman, so you don't have to be a maid anymore."

"I like being a maid."

Dorothea looked at you like a forlorn puppy, and huffed slightly. After a few moments of taking in your figure, her face lit up and she told you wait there for a moment. When she came back she carried a small bundle of wildflowers, she held a few up against your hair before sliding a violet colored flower behind your ear.

"Please wear it while you serve supper," Eliza said. "I wish you could eat with us."

"Your mother is already kind with allowing the staff to eat the nice food that you and the gentlemen eat. Don't worry about me, worry about wooing Mr. Jeon tonight."

The mention of the gentleman's name caused the girl to become dreamy once again. She sat down at her vanity and began to put the finishing touches on her look.

"Now, don't do anything too strenuous that will ruin your hair. Your mother will blame me this time."

The girl nodded and left the room to work on the centerpieces. As you worked, you remembered the last time the Kim brothers visited. They were much younger, Seokjin being the only one who was close to marrying age. You'd heard he, too, hadn't married. You'd had a girlish crush on the eldest brother, so much so, that you only had a few memories of the two younger ones.

They all treated you as if you were their cousin and not their maid. They knew Mrs. Kim had taken you in as a charity when you were a young orphaned girl with nowhere else to go. She was the closest thing to a mother you had. She was kind enough to teach you some skills, in the hopes that you may marry someone with a decent job that would allow you to work less or if you were lucky, not at all. But, you would never reach the level of the Kims. It wasn't unheard of, but so rare you didn't dare dream. You weren't like Dorothea, you didn't have the money to dream.

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"Miss Cooke, it's wonderful to see you again," Seokjin said, allowing you to take off his jacket and place it in the closet.

"A pleasure as always, Mr. Kim." You turned to see more men working their way into the parlor. All of them handsome. All of them filthy rich. By the time the carriages were unloaded, there were seven in all.

You spotted one with a yellow flower tucked into his collar and you smiled in recognition of Mr. Jeon. His eyes seemed to be flitting around the parlor and up the stairs.

"Looking for the elder, Miss Kim?" you asked, smirking.

"Um, uh, yes, how did you know?"

"Ah, Miss Cooke knows everything around here," Taehyung said, coming through the door and clapping a hand on his friend's shoulder. "You really should get on her good side."

You smiled at Taehyung, immediately remembering his boxy smile and the way he had been infatuated with you when you were children.

You helped each man out of their coat learning their names as you went: Mr. Jeon, Mr. Min, Mr. Jung, and Mr. Park. The middle Kim brother was the last one. He was the one you didn't remember all that well. He had always been the tallest, but he was very shy growing up, opting most of the time to keep himself content in the library.

"Mr. Kim, you've matured much since I last saw you," you said, taking his jacket and hanging it beside the rest of the men's jackets.

"You have as well, Miss Cooke."

When you turned back around, you met his eyes, the first time in the interaction. You hardly remembered how handsome he was: his intelligent eyes and dimples nearly knocking you off your feet.

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Dinner was a frenzy. You worked to serve all the food at once. You had just sat down a plate of vegetables and turning to head back to the kitchen when you felt something brush the backside of your skirt.

You face reddened and you turned around, in disbelief that any of the so-called gentlemen would touch you in such a way, but when you met eyes with the guilty gentleman, he seemed just as embarrassed as you. Namjoon's eyes were wide and he was holding up his hands.

"Miss Cooke, please don't think that I would mean to touch you in such away. I was simply trying to reach out for attention. Please forgive me."

"'Tis nothing, sir. I can see from your face you had no ill intentions."

You quickly excused yourself to the kitchen and never met the man's eyes again. You heard indistinct chattering among the guests, but could clearly hear the Namjoon's brother's teasing him.

"I would've paid to see Miss Cooke take a whack at you," Taehyung said. "When she turned around it certainly looked like she wanted to."

"The look on your face must've frazzled her. She's never called any of us 'sir' before."

The other's boys laughed and you made a point to tune out the rest of their conversation as you ate in the kitchen with the rest of the staff.

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"Miss Cooke," Namjoon said to you as you retrieved his jacket for him that night. Just like when he arrived, he was the last one to leave. "I want to apologize for what happened at dinner. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"It's quite all right, Mr. Kim. Accidents happen and a little embarrassment is good for the ego."

Mr. Kim turned around his gaze felt hot against your skin. "Oh, I nearly forgot," he said, reaching into his pocket. Your eyes widened when he pulled out the small violet flower Miss Kim had placed behind your ear earlier that day. "You dropped this while you were serving. That's, uh, why I was trying to get your attention before."

He hesitantly reached up and placed it back behind you ear, smoothing back your hair as he did so, you ensure it wouldn't become tangled around the plant.

"I thought you might want it back. It flatters you."

You blushed and curtsied to thank him. He left with a polite farewell and as you closed the door you felt like all the air drained out of the room.

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You had managed to avoid the Kim brothers and specifically Namjoon all day. You'd of course greeted them, but you felt you cheeks grow warm when Namjoon smiled when he spotted the flower still tucked behind your ear. You knew you couldn't be around him the rest of the day or else you might lose your composure.

It was nearly the end of the day and you'd finished your duties early, Mrs. Kim insisting that you take the night off. Even telling you that the Kim brothers wouldn't mind seeing themselves out.

The night before they had announced that they were hosting a ball at Finchfield. The two Miss Kims had been so delighted it was all they could talk about. You were happy that Dorothea was finally going to get to dance with Mr. Jeon, because it was obvious from the night before that the feelings were mutual. And, you were sure the younger Miss Kim would find a suitable partner as well.

You entered the library--your favorite place to go whenever Mrs. Kim allowed you the night off--and you were startled to find the three brother's inside. The furniture pushed to the side while Taehyung and Namjoon stood across from each other, halfway through the steps of a country dance.

"Miss Cooke!" Seokjin said. "What impeccable timing! We were just complaining about the lack of female partners. We were just teaching Namjoon how to dance. I'm not sure how he got this far into life without learning how to do a simple Country Dance."

"The offer flatters me, Mr. Kim. But, wouldn't one of your cousins be a much more suitable partner?"

"Ah, but see Miss Cooke, my younger brother is embarrassed to admit to his younger cousins that he does not know how to dance. Please will you save him the embarrassment?"

"See, the thing is, Mr. Kim, I don't know how to dance either."

"Even more perfect! Namjoon won't be as embarrassed if his partner also can't dance! It might make our job harder, but we're willing to sacrifice."

You could already see through the Kim brother's antics, but it appeared Namjoon was nearly as embarrassed as you, but as you went to stand across from him, he bowed politely.

The dance was simple, you'd seen it a few times when balls were held at the Kim estate, but you were never allowed to attend a ball as a guest.

You followed the instructions, meeting Namjoon's eyes only for a moment, before pulling away again. Your hands softly touched as you swiftly came together before pulling apart again.

"Your flower hasn't wilted," he said, nodding towards the flower tucked behind your ear.

"I put it in water last night," you said. "I want to make sure it lasts as long as possible."

"Mr. Jeon did the same with his. I think he's really quite taken with my cousin."

"Hm, I should think so. She's quite taken with him as well. She talks about how infuriating he is, but I can see straight through her. Last night was the first time I've seen her speechless."

When Dorothea had walked in and spotted Mr. Jeon with the flower tucked into his collar, she couldn't keep the blush off her cheeks or the smile off her face.

"I expect I'll be moving to Mr. Jeon's estate within the year."

The dance stopped.

"Why would you move to Mr. Jeon's?"

"I plan to go wherever the eldest Miss Kim goes," you said. "Our bond is that of sisters and I can't think of living here without her."

"Oh, I see." Taehyung cleared his throat which caused you and Namjoon to look back over at the youngest brother. "Ah, yes, thank you, Miss Cooke for humoring my brothers, and for the dance. You're not a bad dancer, although, I may not be the best judge of that."

You curtsied and quickly grabbed the book you had come in for and left the library on shaky legs, trying to get the feel of the light touches from the dance off your hands.

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It was the night of the dance and you had settled into the window seat of the library. You had nearly the whole manor house to yourself, except for the other staff. You had just finished the first chapter of a new novel when the library door opened.

"Mr. Kim! Shouldn't be headed to the ball?"

"Uh, yes," he said. "Yes, I should. But, I couldn't go without reserving my first dance for the person who taught me to dance. And, it will give me one last practice."

"Oh, Mr. Kim, I'm flattered, but I don't want to make you late."

"I will always have time for you, Miss Cooke. But, if you truly don't wish to dance with me, allow me to add to your collection."

He reached out and handed you a book--a modern collection of poetry. "I saw you took a book of poetry yesterday. I thought you might enjoy this one. I have another copy back home, so feel free to keep this one."

Your eyes became misty. It was the first book you owned. You always borrowed from the library which Mrs. Kim was generous to allow you to do in the first place.

"Finchfield has a wonderful library, too. I'm not sure why the previous owner left it, but perhaps one day if you accompany Miss Kim, I can find a reason for you to spend the day there."

"Mr. Kim, this is all too much. How can I ever thank you?"

"Allow me to the pleasure of the first dance?"

"Of course," you said.

You both stumbled through the steps. You didn't quite remember and Namjoon hadn't quite perfected it yet, but when your hands touched for the brief moment, you were overcome with joy. You knew it couldn't last and that you and Mr. Kim could never be together, but even for the moment it felt like you were more than a maid. You were allowed to dream for just a moment.

Namjoon left not long after the dance, leaning down to kiss your hand before he left, something he would never do if anyone else were around.

You set aside the novel and opened up the book of poetry. Inside he had written a short inscription: May the prettiest flower never wilt.

Waiting For Superman

Genre: Superhero AU, Comic Book AU?, Journalist Namjoon, Journalist OC, best friends to lovers, Action, Angst if you squint, Fluff

Pairing: Namjoon/Reader

Warnings: cursing, violence, injury, hospitalization, bombings, hostage situations, kidnapping, uses chloroform to make someone unconscious, alcohol, physics lol

Synopsis: After your father, one of the top antimatter scientists is killed in his laboratory by villain Outlier, you and your best friend, Namjoon survive the only known antimatter bomb, you both go on to be two of the top journalists in Metropolis. Only, there’s something off about you that most people can’t put their finger on. Namjoon is the only one who notices, not even you know your biggest secret. Hoping to protect you from Outlier, Namjoon also guards a secret of his own.

Note: This is the beginning of a new AU series. This is also in the same universe as my Jin imagine, Heartbreak Weather. This story will continue in the background of future installments.

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"Damn," you said, looking through the article proposals for the week. "I have five proposals to do a story on the two weathermen that got together. Is nothing else interesting happening in Metropolis?" Reaching into your desk, you pulled out your lunch consisting only of a slightly too brown banana. You frowned. "I hate to say it, but it's really too bad that Outlier has been so quiet lately."

Namjoon chuckled. "You'd wish for a little peril in Metropolis if it made a good story." His lips curled upward and he adjusted his slightly too large glasses.

You smiled at your head writer's sarcasm. "Just a little peril. Not too much." Turning around to place the accepted and rejected proposals in their respective boxes, you returned to find a bright yellow banana sitting on your desk. It made you pause, but you shrugged as you peeled it open. "Besides, Antimatter Man always stops whatever his antics are."

"It's not always Antimatter Man."

You hummed in response, already marking up an article in red pen. "Most of the time though."

The conversation lulled, but it didn't feel awkward. You'd worked with Namjoon for nearly three years now, but known him much longer. You were his soundboard and he was your common sense.

"Maybe we do a piece on his recent quietness?"

You looked up. Namjoon already met your eyes. He sat with one leg on top of the other, forming a triangle and his arms crossed over his chest. You'd noticed the way his clothes began to fit tighter, stretching over new muscles. It surprised you. Namjoon never seemed like the athletic type. You were more likely to find him studying physics at the city library for his newest piece on Antimatter Man than in the gym building a physique rivaling a marble statue.

"That seems like a good idea." The pen pressed to your lips you didn't notice the way the ink blotted against your lips. "You wanna take it on?"

"Sure." He pushes one leg off the other and stands up. "I'll try to have it to you by morning."

You nod, trusting him fully to have his piece ready for the morning edition. He moved towards the door and you felt as he paused. Even though you weren't looking at him, you could tell the way he stood, with his hand gripping the door frame, his body half in, half out.

"Don't stay too late, Y/N. He might be quiet now, but you know that won't be forever."

You did know. Maybe more than anybody.

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Outlier first started terrorizing the Greater Metropolis area when you were twelve. It started off typical. A few particularly successful bank robberies netted him more than enough money for a lifetime. If it were you, you would've taken the money and moved far away, lived out the rest of your days peacefully. But, Outlier didn't want just the money. 

When you were fifteen, however, it all changed. 

It was nearly 9 pm. Your father had not returned home from work. It wasn't all around unusual. He often pulled long hours at the lab. But you felt an itch at the back of your spine. Like a spider crawling up each vertebrae like a ladder. 

You called Namjoon. He was the only person you knew with a car, and the only one you knew wouldn't ask too many questions. Twenty minutes later, his headlights showed through the curtains of your bedroom. 

"Hey," he said. His voice greeted you, full of exhaustion and the buoy that had bounced back and forth in the water between you. 

Namjoon was your longest friend. You met in Kindergarten when you'd come across Namjoon in the back corner of the playground. Pushed against the pavement, two second graders tore off his glasses and put them on, mimicking his front teeth that stuck out before he got braces in high school.

You'd chased them off, managing to pick up his glasses off the ground. They were still broken, but you helped Namjoon tape them to get through the rest of the day. Since that day, you'd become almost inseparable. That was until you got a boyfriend.

You, of course, accused Namjoon of being jealous when he didn't immediately take to the idea of you and Vincent. Though, despite the accusation, you knew it was far from the truth. It wasn't hard to see that Vincent was bad for you. He was the reason your grades began to drop, why you knew the familiar burn of whiskey down your throat, and why were spending that night--Valentine's Day--alone.

"You haven't heard anything from him?" Namjoon backed out of your driveway before you even managed to get the seatbelt hooked. 

You shook your head. "He normally calls if he's running late."

It takes another twenty minutes to reach your dad's work. Located just outside the city, you could see Longevity Labs ten minutes before you reach it. Up on a hill, it was agonizing watching the building cycle in and out of view with every turn and switchback.

When you get there, you look up to the fourth floor where your father's lab was. The lights were still on and you felt the coil in your chest unravel a little. Though not completely. 

The elevators in Longevity Labs had been broken for years now and you didn't pay them any mind as you walked to the staircase and climbed the four floors. Namjoon stayed close behind, though you didn't speak. It wasn't the first time the two of you had come to the labs together when you'd become worried. After losing your mom when you were young, a burr of worry attached itself to your heart and poked you when your father wasn't home by eight.

The metal of the doorknob felt warm. There were plenty of reasons for that, you rationalized. Your father was one of the top scientists in Metropolis, he worked with all sorts of dangerous things that could need a warm environment, or cause one.

You pushed the door open and met your father's eyes. They were wide open and empty. A silent scream falling from his wide open mouth. Your vision blurred and the thing you remember next is feeling Namjoon's hand on your shoulder as his voice elevated. It was only then you noticed that you weren't alone.

"What are you doing here?" Namjoon asked, his voice like the bark of a guard dog. It surprised you. For a boy of barely sixteen at the time, it felt like he suddenly was a man standing beside you. You were still just a tiny girl.

The man wore a mask. Of course he wore a mask. It was white with two diamond shapes for the eyes, only revealing a small bit of his pupil. The man didn't speak when he opened his hand, a metallic orb drifting upwards. He didn't throw it, but the orb moved quickly, like it was falling.

It was only later you learned that it was rigged to move upward like that. Real antimatter would act just like regular matter, nearly indecipherable. This--while true antimatter--was meant to hold your attention long enough. 

The explosion pushed you towards the ceiling. You woke up to a firefighter reaching for your hand. It was only when you took it and tried to place your feet on the ground that you noticed that you and Namjoon ended up pushed through the wall and into the vent system near the ceiling. He wasn't fully awake, yet his arms still reached for you after you were peeled away from his body.

The two of you were the only known survivors of an antimatter bomb. Well, it was more like a grenade. Your father's lab, body, and work was largely destroyed in the explosion, but for some reason, you and Namjoon survived. It's wide believed that there was something wrong with the bomb. That it didn't attack your living cells. 

You and Namjoon did not come out unscathed. Somehow, you got off fairly easy with a broken collarbone, a concussion, and a few deep cuts around your body. Namjoon, on the other hand, never fully awoke for a week. He'd broken three ribs, one of his lungs collapsed, his head injury much worse than yours, permanent damage to his spine. When he woke a week later, you wanted to envelope him in a hug and never let go. 

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Namjoon found you curled up in the newspaper archives at midnight. He was the only one who knew your Valentine's Day ritual. He moved the papers from your lap and took the glass of wine from your hand before it spilled. Just like every year, the paper was open to your dad's obituary and the news coverage of the explosion.

The edges of the paper were brown and crisped as if they were sixty years old instead of ten. His brow furrowed as he touched them. Between his fingers, the brown edges lightened as he brought them towards the light. 

Ever since that night, your mission was to expose Outlier. You knew he wasn't some superhuman. Your dad worked with antimatter to harness its capabilities for good. For medical applications and using its destruction for renewable energy. Outlier wanted to use antimatter in the way everyone feared. To destroy. 

As he moved the paper with your father's smiling face, he saw another, a jolt running down his spine. The headline took up almost half the page, "New Hero Emerges In Fight Against Outlier."

Outlier's antics became more calculated. Everyone knew he had the capability to use antimatter, but his subsequent movements involved raids of laboratories outside the city and taking a graduate student hostage. No one else died.

It was during the hostage situation that Antimatter first saved the day. It was around a year after your attack and Antimatter Man successfully infiltrated the laboratory and got the hostage to safety before the entire lab exploded. It was only in his next act of heroism that the city realized he was more than just someone who risked his life to save someone. He had powers.

Next time, Antimatter Man disabled a device strapped around a victim's neck with just a touch. It was determined to be a miniature explosive that would've destroyed the man had it gone off. The hero could manipulate antimatter. Destroy it--and was later determined--create it. 

When Antimatter Man caused an explosion in an alleyway, he was lucky that only one bystander died. Like all the previous times he disabled one of Outlier's antimatter devices, he placed his hand on top of it. Instead of feeling the molecules burst like boba, he felt an energy build until it exploded.

Outlier purposely placed a more standard bomb that would explode in the presence of antimatter. It was a test. One Antimatter Man hadn't anticipated. In fact, it was rumored the hero had no idea the full scale of his abilities until that moment. The only reason he came out unscathed is because he was able to clock himself in antimatter to prevent the explosion from destroying him.

Namjoon knew that Outlier knew who Antimatter Man was. While the general public may not know that Antimatter Man was a victim of Outlier, or that he used chunky glasses and the Metropolis Daily to control the public's view of Kim Namjoon and Antimatter Man. Outlier was the only one who knew, not even you.

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The authorities always told you that Outlier may come back. Your father was the most prominent scientist working with antimatter technology and there were likely things Outlier had not figured out yet. He may come for your father's notes. Yet, he never did. 

You weren't too worried about it anymore. It wasn't as if Outlier had a personal vendetta against you or your father. You hadn't seen his face. You'd practically passed out when you saw him, and probably would've had he not dropped the grenade when you locked eyes.

Still, you always watched your back when you walked from the Metropolis Daily office to your apartment. It was only a few blocks, but normally traversed after dark. Sometimes Namjoon came with you, though most of the time you persuaded him to just go back to his own place. Especially this night, you did not want Namjoon to know you didn't plan on going home.

Normally, when you hid your plans from Namjoon, it was because you were heading somewhere dangerous for research. Like the time you drove out into the forest on your own in search of Outlier's supposed hide out, or the time you decided to follow a man suspected to be Antimatter Man. Even as an editor, you still wrote, tending to keep the most hard hitting stories for yourself. Besides, few of your journalists were willing to possibly get close to Outlier. You'd survived once, you felt you could again.

However, this night, you were headed to the club. There was no reason or ulterior motive. You simply wanted to let loose. You knew Namjoon wouldn't like it. He wasn't smothering, he let you make your own decisions and do what you want, but his disapproving and worried looks always cut you deep.

You knew it all came from a place of concern. He always told you how thankful he was that he was with you that night. But, you always fit a pit of guilt in your stomach. Namjoon nearly died because of you. There was no way you were going to let that happen again. 

You'd changed into something sexier before leaving the office, leaving your office clothes in your desk drawer. You always kept an extra set there any way in case you needed to pull an all nighter at the office. It was rare you got to go out and enjoy yourself on a Friday night and you already felt the contentment rising in you as you approached the club and heard the rhythmic thud of bass.

This particular club wasn't one with a line of people which was why you chose it. There was no wait. You could get in and out easily and without fuss. When you didn't get to do things like this often, you wanted to truly get to do them. 

It wasn't long until you lost yourself. In the crowd. In the music. In your thoughts. Or rather, lack thereof. This is why people liked clubbing and loud music. It drowned out your worries. Everything became a constant hum in the back of your skull, where, for once, you could ignore it.

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Namjoon had suspicions. It started when no fruit stayed ripe around you. The way that the microwave always sparked when you tried to make popcorn. And no matter what you did, it always ended up just a little too burnt. Nothing you did was ever quite right, but never quite wrong. 

He always found his way to you whether he wanted to or not. It was as if the particles in his body were attracted to yours. Recognized them like their reflection. You got into a car accident two years ago and Namjoon had left work early that day, having felt an aching in his lower stomach. Fearing appendicitis, his supervisor sent him home. 

He'd walked a block when he came upon it. You were sitting on the sidewalk, your hands pulling at the roots of your hair and your feet pointed towards each other. Something caused you to look up then. Namjoon wondered if you had the same uncanny sense he did, if you could put together when the other was in peril. When you saw him, your arms came around him and your shaking body burrowed into his for warmth.

When he was eighteen and you were seventeen, the two of you briefly shared an apartment. Namjoon had started taking classes at the university and you were in your senior year. While your dad had left everything to you--you were all he had--you sold the house a year after your dad died, unable to live there alone. 

You'd come home one night after a basketball game. Namjoon always encouraged you to go, wanting you to feel like a normal high schooler. Though, while he was well intentioned, the efforts were ultimately fraught. You'd left at halftime because you think the concession stand hot dog made you sick. 

Yet, when you came home. You found Joon spread out on the couch, bottles of alcohol spread around him like the crime scene markers around your dad's body. He'll never forget the light touches on his shoulder, then forehead, then bicep. The way it reminded him of feeling just a little too warm on a winter's night, pleasantly so.

His feet brought him to the entrance of the club and his heart sped up. You never came to places like this, but Namjoon knew you had the secret desire to. You'd always loved to dance even though you weren't particularly skilled at it. He walked inside, loitering at the edges of the dancefloor. 

Namjoon had to keep himself from sneering at the sweaty bodies and couples dry humping each other. He never really understood the appeal of clubs. His eyes flit across the crowd, spotting your hair first. Even though you'd worked all day, you looked beautiful still. Your hair a little frizzier than usual and he recognized the tiredness in the way your moved your body to the bet. It wasn't lazy exactly, but it didn't have the same gusto as some of the others around you. 

He wondered if his feeling had been off. Maybe he was just too on edge lately because Outlier had gone so silent. There was a parasite in the back of his mind that fed him anxieties. Was he planning something big? Had he finally figured out to build the bomb he wanted to? Was he committing lower level crimes Namjoon wasn't privy to? Did he know about you? 

Watching you dance, he shook his head. You weren't in any danger. It was just in his head this time. Turning with his hands in his pockets, he took two steps towards the door of the club when he looked back and caught a glimpse of your smile. It was rare these days and not something he wanted to ruin with his worries.

With a small smile of his own, Namjoon left.

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You ended the night at around two a.m. You'd had two drinks, not enough to make you stumble out on the sidewalk, but enough to make you feel like you were. Taking off your heels, you gripped them in your fingers as you walked back towards your place. The walk should take fifteen minutes, but in your current state, you found yourself sauntering along as if the streets of Metropolis were perfectly safe in the wee hours of the morning.

If it were not for the alcohol in your system, maybe you would've sensed the presence behind you. Maybe you would've seen the dark shadow lingering behind you for the last two blocks. It wasn't until a hand clamped over your mouth, the other clamped around your jaw to prevent you from biting down on your abductor's fingers.

It was then you tasted it on your tongue. The rough, bleached taste of fabric. Something mildly sweet. Like laughing gas at the dentist.

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Namjoon prided himself on his intuition. When you called him the night your father died, he almost ignored it. Nearly blinded by his teenage jealousy, it was a small pain in his stomach that made him answer his phone and rush to you that night. 

He had the same pain now. Just below his ribs this time, he rubbed his fingers along the cotton of his button down as he glanced at your dark, empty office. You hadn't come in for work this morning. No one heard from you last night or this morning. And, despite this being unlike you, no one else seemed concerned. 

You'd gained a reputation for your independence and ability to take care of yourself. You hardly ever asked for help--and while your own mind tended to think that an admirable trait--it only made Namjoon's mind race more. However, this made everyone else go about their day. 

A half hour later Namjoon stood in his boss' office. "I'm not feeling well. Would it be all right if I took the rest of the day off?"

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When you came to, you immediately noticed the lack of rough rope around your wrists or ankles. When you opened your eyes, however, you noticed the white cuffs floating half an inch from your skin. One cuff circled each wrist and another two around each ankle. You knew enough about how Outlier operated to know about these.

First seen in his second major hostage situation following your father's death, these cuffs did not touch the skin. But, if the hostage moves or tries to escape and their skin brushes the edge of the cuff, the invisible antimatter will attack the matter rich skin, flesh, and bone.

The first hostage to have worn these cuffs lost a hand before she understood how they worked. Now, Outlier gained easy compliance with even just the threat of his antimatter cuffs.

"Ah, so you've heard of them?"

Outlier sat across the room. HIs diamond slit mask shrouded in the shadows of the dimly lit room. It made your heartbeat easier knowing he still wore the mask. It meant he didn't plan on killing you. At least, not yet.

"You know--" Outlier paused, a soft lilt in his voice that annoyed you. Normally, the sort of singsong quality he had would make you flutter your lashes at him across the bar. Outlier's voice though, sounded like a children's song slowed down and played backward. "The technology for those cuffs I developed from some of your dad's research."

He stood up, moving closer. "The ability to suspend antimatter around a given object using the only gas in our world that antimatter cannot destroy. Quite brilliant, really."

As a teenager, you really did not know much about your father's research beyond its main goal: make the world better using the one thing that could destroy it. Your father had seen success in his lifetime. The use of antimatter in some medical technology aided the treatment of cancer and detecting major illnesses. It had saved lives. 

You'd looked over a bit of your father's surviving research, of course. The things you had mainly consisted of experiment notes, a few crude sketches, and one report about a failed experiment. Nothing of value, really. It's why you always brushed off Namjoon's worries that Outlier would come back for it. What did you have that he would want?

"I imagine you know why you're here." Outlier was now only a few feet away and he leaned leisurely against the wall as if he were an old friend visiting your new apartment.

"No, I--"

"But, my assistant has something they want from you first."

Your head turned to the darkness in front of you from where Outlier had originally come. You made out the figure of another man. Smaller in stature, he shuffled slowly into the dim light. He didn't wear a mask, his hair falling into his eyes. 

"My report," he said, his voice hesitant, almost scared. If you didn't know any better you'd believe he was the one being held hostage by Outlier. "Do you have it?"

"Your report?" Your brow furrowed as you thought about the one report you had. It detailed only the attempt to create an anti-oxygen particle. "I-I don't think so." 

The air in the room became stuffy. Outlier seemed not to believe you, his arms crossed. You had no idea who Outlier's assistant was, but you were certain that whatever experiment he was a part of, your father would never have done something to make this man resent him. You almost wished you had the report.

"My assistant, you see," Outlier began in his singsong voice. "Suffers from a particular ailment brought on by one of your father's experiments. It tends to leave people, breathless. Isn't that right, Yoongi?"

The other man--Yoongi--glared at his supervillain boss. Something turned in your stomach. Yoongi didn't appear to be overly loyal to Outlier. Maybe he would be your key to getting out of this. 

"Well, that was merely a favor. His report was never recovered and I thought there was a chance you may have it. But, now onto the real reason I've brought you here."Outlier crouched down, coming face to face with you. "Now, for an experiment of my own."

From his jacket pocket, he pulled out a short rod. Holding it above your bindings, the cuff fell limp and motionless against your wrist. You nearly flinched, worried it would begin cutting through the skin. But, it didn't.

Despite his mask, Outlier's form seemed to perk up at that. As if he had the first evidence that his hypothesis was true. With his thick, black gloves, that you were assumed were made of antimatterium--an element created by your father to make the handling of antimatter safer--Outlier slipped the ring off your wrist.

Reaching pack into his pocket, he pulled out a new ring and placed it around your wrist. It looked identical to the last, white, vaguely metallic with a visible field of matter--or possibly antimatter--surrounding it. Stretching it over your hand, he slipped it around your wrist. 

"It should only take a few minutes." 

Outlier stood back up.

"What's the point of this?" you asked, becoming more frustrated that nothing was happening. You knew you should be thankful you are still alive. It would be easy enough to kill you and rummage through your apartment for whatever he wants. Yet, for some reason, he refrained.

"I imagine you can figure that out on your own." Outlier watched the ring around your wrist carefully. "My biggest foe can only have a mind that rivals my own."

Biggest foe? Your mind turned over the possible meanings of his words until it clicked. "You think I'm Antimatter Man?"

Outlier didn't flinch. "Of course."

You laughed. You couldn't help yourself. While you'd never come to face to face with Antimatter Man himself, it was obvious that the superhero was easily many inches taller than you and his shoulders were easily the entire length of one of your arms.

"Me? Of all people?"

"It would make some sense, wouldn't it? Very few people survive the blast from an antimatter bomb. And those that do often acquire certain--capabilities."

You shook your head. "But, I'm not the only one who survived, Nam--"

You were interrupted by the sound of Outlier's surprise as well as the sound of banging from outside the room. Yoongi--who hadn't been paying attention--suddenly popped his head up and glanced towards the door to your left. With so many things happening at once, you chose to only focus on where Outlier's eyes went.

The ring around your wrist had begun to crumble like cheese. Bits falling off as they became too heavy or lost their support. Squinting your eyes you wondered how this was possible. You didn't get a chance to hop on your train of thought before the door burst open.

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Antimatter Man burst into the room. He never wore a specific costume like superheroes were often penchant to do. Normally, he just wore an all black ensemble and a mask, obscuring most of his face. A hat usually then kept his hair hidden, beyond the tiny wisps of light brown you saw peeking out from underneath.

"Let her go," he said, his voice matter of fact and deep and familiar. 

Outlier--to his credit--did seem genuinely surprised. Though, he bounced back quickly, ordering Yoongi to shut the door. The other man did so slowly and pathetically, letting it scrape against the splintered hardwood floor.

"Hmm, well, it would seem your presence here would confirm that my original hypothesis was wrong." A pause and he points down at you. "But I may have a new one."

For some reason, it took you this long to put together that you were destroyed the ring imprisoning your left wrist. Why hadn't the first one crumbled into nothingness like this?

"That ring is made of matter. Like most things in our universe. However, it is designed to crumble when it detects antimatter energy. She produces antimatter energy. Probably in small amounts which is why she and the world haven't destroyed each other yet." He looks back at Antimatter Man who's dark eyes are flitting between you and the villain. "Much like you, my nemesis. You destroy all antimatter you come into contact with through the latent production of pure matter. You really should correct the press on the name, you know?"

Your mind swirled. You created latent antimatter? Did this explain why everything in your life with a timespan seemed to die or wilt quicker than usual? Why people found you just slightly off?

"She has the potential to be my greatest weapon. If I can harness the antimatter inside of her. Determine whatever is producing it, I would no longer need to spend weeks producing such tiny amounts." You were certain that if his mask was off, his face would be lit up like a child's. His hand reached for yours and he pulled you up off the ground. The cuffs shifted with you since both you and the antimatter cuffs were under his control. Would they even work on you though?

Outlier held your back against his chest. It surprised you how much he felt like a normal man. Of course, that's all he was in the grand scheme of it all. Outlier was nothing more than a man desperate for something.

"No!" Antimatter Man sounded almost desperate. "Don't hurt her! She's been through enough. She didn't ask for it. She didn't even know about it. Please just let her go. I'll--" You can also hear the thoughts turning in his mind. "You can have me instead."

Your eyes went wide. Antimatter Man seldom placed himself directly into Outlier's hands. He was known for foiling the villain's plans remotely, sometimes even not showing up to the scene. And, even when they did come face to face, it was usually brief. What made this so different? What made you different?

Also, why did he talk like he knew you? Sure, your story had been in the papers a long time ago? You occasionally met a stranger who would recognize your name, but it was becoming less and less common with every passing year. How did Antimatter Man know you?

Outlier's grip on you tightened. One of his hands reached down for your wrist and held it up. Taking hold of the cuff, he brought it within millimeters of your skin. 

"Now, let's be civilized about this. If you were truly worried about this girl because of her past, you wouldn't have let me take her in the first place."

Antimatter Man gulped. His body was stiff and his hands opened and closed. It reminded you of how Namjoon kept a stress ball in his desk drawer for whenever he had a stressful day. He'd squeeze and release it a few times in time with his breaths, getting out of his head. 

"Yoongi," Antimatter Man said, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. "Open the back door for me would you?"

Yoongi didn't move. His gaze was hard, but not in a way that felt piercing or like he was looking through you. He was thinking.

"Yoongi," the villain said again. 

Yoongi didn't move.

Antimatter Man took the opportunity and lunged. It was a risk. The cuffs still encircled one wrist and both your ankles. As you fell backward, it felt as if the world moved in slow motion, you watched your wrist fling back, hitting the ring of the cuff and bounce back, completely unharmed.

You land on Outlier's chest, but his grip on you loosened. You got up but immediately felt your legs give out. Someone caught you and you looked up to see Yoongi looking down at you. He didn't speak, or really show any expression beyond motioning to the back of the room where there was a door concealed within the wall. Likely, this was the back door Outlier wanted him to open earlier.

Even though Yoongi was working with Outlier, you felt like you were free. Something told you he was helping you. The man obviously did not swear much loyalty to the villain. You reached and pulled the cuffs off, causing Yoongi's eyes to widen and you felt his arms waver as you tossed them in Outlier's direction, hoping one would at least chink his antimatter protective armor.

Someone winced. And you recognized it. It was the same pain you heard that night when the bomb went off and you felt Namjoon's body wrap around yours. When he woke up in the hospital and you couldn't help but hug him, forgetting he had multiple broken ribs. Even in his pain, he didn't stop you.

"Oh my God." 

You wrestled out of Yoongi's grasp. Outlier--seemingly not really wanting to fight--ran as soon as Antimatter Man fell to the ground. The cuff had sliced through his clothes and a gash opened on his leg. You crouched next to him and reached for the gash, applying as much pressure as possible 

"It's not as bad as it looks. It'll heal by tomorrow."

You looked up at him and met his eyes. It was him. It had to be. You reached up for the edge of the mask. He didn't stop you, his dark eyes watching your hand as you reached up and revealed his identity. 

Namjoon.

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One Shots:

At That Place | Exes To Lovers AU, Coffee Shop AU | no warnings

You run into your ex at the coffee shop you both used to frequent.

Inhibition | Choreographer Reader, Fluff | no warnings

Namjoon needs help loosening up and getting out of his head when dancing. You decide to take him to a club.

Maid To Be | Regency AU, slight friends to lovers | Warnings: accidental groping, awkward Joon, a little cringe at times but in a cute way | Part Two in “Regency AU” series

Marriage wasn’t something you thought about much as a maid. You knew you would end up wherever your mistress, Dorothea, did. Despite the encouragement of your employers, you planned to live your life as Dorothea’s maid forever. When her attractive cousins come to visit, you can’t help but notice how much they’ve changed.

Innocence | Mafia AU, Angst, Fluff | Warnings: violence, guns/gun violence, cursing, violence against women, home invasion

When you end up getting caught in the crossfire, you’re brought to the local mafia leader who promises to rehabilitate you. Although, falling in love you certainly wasn’t part of the plan.

Not So Silent Night | Quarantine Romance, slight Enemies To Lovers, Neighbors AU, Fluff, slight Angst | no warnings

Namjoon hadn’t intended to spend much time in his tiny apartment. And then a pandemic broke out. Now he’s stuck dealing with his noisy neighbor, you.

Waiting For Superman | Superhero AU, Comic Book AU?, Journalist Namjoon, Journalist OC, best friends to lovers, Action, Angst if you squint, Fluff | cursing, violence, injury, hospitalization, bombings, hostage situations, kidnapping, uses chloroform to make someone unconscious, alcohol, physics lol | Part of my “Metropolis AU” series

After your father, one of the top antimatter scientists is killed in his laboratory by villain Outlier, you and your best friend, Namjoon survive the only known antimatter bomb, you both go on to be two of the top journalists in Metropolis. Only, there’s something off about you that most people can’t put their finger on. Namjoon is the only one who notices, not even you know your biggest secret. Hoping to protect you from Outlier, Namjoon also guards a secret of his own.

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Delivery | Fluff | no warnings

You don’t know who you’re delivering to when you pull up to the huge house. And somehow you manage to become Kim Seokjin’s favorite delivery person.

Fish Cakes | Established Relationship AU, Fluff | no warnings

Jin warned you not to mess with the sugar gliders while he is gone. You and Jungkook decide to disobey him. You come to regret this when one of them escapes.

Amor | Hogwarts AU, Head Boy!Jin x Head Girl!Reader, Hufflepuff!Jin, Fluff, slight Unrequited AU (although not really) slight Hanahaki AU | Warnings: falling into water

Students are always trying to slip love potions to the alluring Head Boy. One night in the head’s office, you and Seokjin come across Amortentia.

Heartbreak Weather | Weatherman!Jin, Metropolis/loosely based off comic books, Rivalry, soft Enemies to Lovers, Jin x Male Reader | Warnings: all the sexual tension lol, hurricanes | Part of my “Metropolis AU” series

The rival weatherman at Channel 5 just so happens to be Kim Seokjin who you just so happened to have had a thing with in college. Sort of. When a hurricane brings the two of you back together again, the forecast calls for love and dredged up feelings.

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One Shot:

Secret Santa | Christmas Themed, Fluff | no warnings

Your secret Santa gift practically brings you to tears. But your secret Santa won’t reveal their identity.

Heartbreaker | slight Enemies to Lovers, Grew Up Together AU, Idiots to Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Bad Boy!Yoongi if you squint | Warnings: fighting, very minimal cursing, bittersweet ending

Min Yoongi broke your heart so many times. Little did you know, he was the one holding it together

Spare Change | Strangers to Friends to Lovers AU, Trainee! Yoongi, Fluff, maybe a tiny bit of Angst? | no warnings

You spared Min Yoongi some change for the bus. Little did you know he’d pay you back one day.

Study Sessions | Hogwarts AU, Established Relationship, Slytherin!Yoongi x Ravenclaw!Reader, Light Smut | Warnings: Implied/Light Smut, Public Sex, Short (more of a drabble)

You need to study for your OWLs. Your boyfriend Yoongi, however, has something else on his mind.

This Christmas | Producer!Yoongi, Fluff, Angst, slight enemies to lovers, Christmas-y | Warnings: portrayal of an abusive relationship (not involving Yoongi)

Yoongi doesn’t wanna work with a bubble gum idol like you. Especially not after your scandal where your and your manager’s relationship was revealed. And definitely not for a Christmas song.

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Sutures | Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers | alcohol consumption, sexual references, references to a one night stand, cursing, hospitals, some slight smut but nothing explicit, other warnings posted at beginning of each chapter

“A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

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Drunk In Love | Best Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Angst | Warnings: drinking, bad karaoke, attempted sexual assault, unwanted sexual advances, this is super old and not as good as my other work lmao

You and Hoseok go out for the first time in a while. While singing your hearts out during bad karaoke and dancing til you dropped, the alcohol makes both of you realize that maybe you care a little more for each other than you thought.

Wilted | Best Friends To Lovers, Fluff, Tiny Bit Of Angst | no warnings

Your best friend. Hoseok, asks for help picking out flowers for his girlfriend.

Dance Lessons | Hogwarts AU, friends to lovers, fluff | drinking, mentions of bullying, tooth rotting fluff

Your friends are absolutely stunned when you say you’re not going to attend Yule Ball. When they find out it’s because your embarrassed to dance, your friend Hobi offers to give you a lesson. If he knew he were the reason why.

Fics:

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One Shots:

Idolatry | Friends to Lovers, Idol!Reader, Fluff | Warnings: mentions of alcohol

Still a trainee, you are set to debut soon and show up at BigHit for some training. You didn’t think you’d see your old classmate Jimin. But you weren’t upset when he walked into the dance studio.

Neighbors | Neighbors AU, Fluff | Warnings: slight sex references, big floof of a dog

The walls are thinner than they should be.

Pas de Deux | Nutcracker AU, Swan Lake AU, slight Fantasy AU | Warnings: mild depictions of violence

When you were just a baby, Herr Drosselmeyer cured your feet. Becoming a dancer, some believe your ability is related to his magic. Even your dance partner, Jimin. Herr Drosselmeyer comes the Christmas Eve night before your performance in Swan Lake, a turning point in your career. After a frustrating rehearsal where you and Jimin couldn’t get the lift right, you find that the nutcracker gifted to you by Herr Drosselmeyer may be just as magical as the man himself.

Fics:

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Babysitter | Childhood Friends to Lovers, Fluff | no warnings

You babysit Taehyung’s little cousins. As a famous idol, he’s not around a lot. But, this night, he decides to make a surprise visit.

Show & Tell | Teacher!Reader, Fluff | no warnings

One of your students brings his famous (and cute) cousin for show and tell.

Winter Bear | Roommates AU, Fluff | Warnings: cursing

Your new roommate Taehyung can’t seem to let you work in peace. Yet, when you inevitably fall asleep working every night, you never question why you wake up in your bed.

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Caramel Macchiato | Coffeeshop AU, Former Friends to Lovers, Fluff | Warnings: cringe and awkward moments lol

Your first kiss happened during the pocky game in high school. The boy you kissed, Jeon Jungkook, was a trainee. You planned to forget it and shove down any leftover feelings. Although, it’s a bit hard to do that when his face is on the billboard outside the coffee shop you work at. It becomes even harder when the man himself walks in with the sound of the bells on the door.

Golden Boy | Hogwarts AU, Qudditch AU, Rivals to Lovers, Gryffindor!Jungkook x Slytherin!Reader | Warnings: injury, hospital stay (or in this case hospital wing)

You, the Slytherin Seeker, and Jungkook, the Gryffindor Seeker, were practically made to be rivals. As it comes to the match that will determine the House Cup, you and Jungkook learn that the line between rivalry and a crush may be thinner than you thought.

Rabbit Hunting | Regency AU, slight enemies to lovers, fluff | no warnings | Part of my “Regency AU” series

Marriage is the first thing on your mother’s mind and the last on yours. Especially when you unexpectedly run into a mysterious gentleman while on a leisurely walk.

Lock & Key | Best Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Angst | Warnings: cursing, dirty jokes

When Jungkook ditches you on your birthday, your friendship looks like it’s about to crumble. Your friend group becomes tired of your bickering and decides to take the matter into their own hands. Somehow, you and Jungkook find yourselves handcuffed together.

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Spare Change

Genre: Strangers to Friends to Lovers AU, Trainee! Yoongi, Fluff, maybe a tiny bit of Angst?

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Warnings: none

Synopsis: You spared Min Yoongi some change for the bus. Little did you know he’d pay you back one day.

Author’s Note: In making my masterlist, I realize I totally forgot to cross post my first ever Yoongi one shot. It’s a bit short and very old, but still one of my favorites

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You'd noticed the boy with the headphones on the bus. They were the big fancy type that probably cost more than two months of rent. They appeared to be his most prized possession, his clothes appeared to be mostly hand-me-downs and his phone was a model from a few years before. 

He'd caught you staring more than a few times. He normally just gave you a small smile on most days and went back to the trance of whatever was playing through the headphones. Sometimes he would be grumpy, simply looking back at you and immediately back down. 

You weren't staring at him for the reason you knew he assumed. While he was attractive with his messy black hair and soft eyes, you found yourself drawn to his presence. It was as if he didn't know he were on a bus in the middle of Seoul. He was somewhere else, his fingers lightly tapping to the rhythm and sometimes scribbling lightly in a pocket-sized notebook. You, the bus, the city, and the entire rest of the world didn't exist to him for the ten minutes you saw him everyday. Except for the brief moments you locked eyes.

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It'd been an off day. It was starting to get dark as you boarded the bus. You headed for your seat when the bus lurched off the curb. You hadn't expected the bus to leave so quickly and were thrown off your feet into the nearest set of seats, and unfortunately for you, straight into headphone boy's lap.

You blushed as sat up and straightened into the seat next to him. You couldn't believe what just happened, the embarrassment rushing to your face. 

"I'm sorry," you said, bowing politely. "I hadn't expected the bus to move so quickly."

Headphones boy looked at you--a slight mix of annoyance from the interruption and pity at your embarrassment. He nodded and looked back out the window as if nothing had happened. 

But over the next few weeks, whenever he saw you get on the bus, you noticed a slight smirk pass discreetly over his features.

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You stood behind the boy with headphones as the two of you boarded the bus. He fiddled with the coins in his hand. 

"I don't have enough," he said, quietly, a blush overtaking his face. 

The bus driver looked at him sympathetically, but was unapologetic. The driver simply nodded and waited for the boy to disembark. 

The boy turned around, disheartened, and moved past you towards the door. He bumped your shoulder softly reminding of the previous incident in which you'd accidentally touched the boy. Just as he was about to step back onto the sidewalk, you stopped him. 

"Wait!" you said. "Here." You shoved coins into his hand, enough for that day's fare. You placed your coins in and took a seat. 

"You really didn't have to do that," he said. "I'll make it up to you sometime."

"It's fine," you said. "It was just some spare change I had laying around."

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"Working on another song?" you asked, as you approached Yoongi at the bus stop. He still wore the bulky, expensive headphones, but he normally allowed them to fall down around his neck whenever he saw you.

After the day you paid for his fare, you two had begun talking in the short time you spent on the bus together. At first it was awkward, just exchanging pleasantries, but as time went on you began to feel more comfortable with each other. Now, the twenty minutes you spent on the bus together was the highlight of the day.  

"Yeah," he said, closing the small notebook he took everywhere with him. 

"Can I see?" you asked, smirking. 

You playfully reached for the notebook, but Yoongi just smiled and held out if of your reach. You gave him the satisfaction of jumping for it, causing him to chuckle. 

"Yoongi-ah! I don't understand why you won't show me? Don't you want to release this one day?" 

"Of course," he said. "And you'll hear it then."

You crossed your arms in mock annoyance, but couldn't help the smirk that broke out across your face. You'd heard a lot about his idol training and the boys Yoongi lived with. He worked hard and you hoped one day it would pay off for him. But your broke, knowing he would leave you behind as a distant memory.

You saw the bus heading for the stop knowing your time with Yoongi would now be limited to the ten minute bus ride. 

"Say, how about we take a detour tonight? I'll take you out for ramen?" 

"You know, it's a real hit to my pride whenever you buy me things," he said, dramatically placing his hand over his chest. 

"Oh, get over yourself," you said. "When you're a successful idol, you'll have plenty of money to pay me back." You nudged him as the bus pulled into the stop. 

"All right, all right," he said. "Fine."

"Besides, it's just some spare change I have laying around."

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Over the past few years, you'd watched Yoongi succeed. From his debut, to seeing his face on billboards you passed on the bus. You knew he would leave you behind one day, but you didn't know he would continue to haunt you. 

You traveled to downtown Seoul that day. Not something you typically did anymore after losing your job in the city. You'd been forced to move into a smaller apartment on the outskirts of the city. 

You had a job interview at BigHit Entertainment. You hadn't planned to take the interview, knowing that if you got the job, it may create more than a few awkward situations. But the company was offering a wage you couldn't ignore, at least one you'd interview for. 

You felt the interview went well and the butterflies died down in your stomach as you walked out the building without catching sight of Yoongi.

You just made it to the bus stop before the bus pulled away. You got on and counted out the coins from your pocket. It wasn't enough. 

You felt the tears stinging in your eyes and turned around the leave the bus. You felt as your shoulder brushed someone behind you, but you didn't look up fearing if you did that the tears would fall. 

"Wait!" the stranger said, reaching out for your arm. 

You looked up and met eyes with the stranger, your teary eyes suddenly widening in shock. 

His hair was mostly covered by a snapback, but a small tuft of blond hair was visible from underneath and he wore a black mask, disguising most of his identity. But, you knew it was him. Headphones boy. 

You felt him press a few cold coins into your palm. 

"It was just some spare change I had laying around."

Dance Lessons

Genre: Hogwarts AU, friends to lovers, fluff

Pairing: Hoseok/Reader

Warnings: drinking, mentions of bullying, tooth rotting fluff

Synopsis: Your friends are absolutely stunned when you say you’re not going to attend Yule Ball. When they find out it’s because your embarrassed to dance, your friend Hobi offers to give you a lesson. If only he knew he was the reason why.

Note: I’m not really satisfied with this but I’ve been blocked lately and it’s the best I can do at the moment. I’ll probably write him another Hogwarts AU eventually with a better concept. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this fluffy mess of a one shot

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"So," Taehyung said. "Does everyone have dates for Yule Ball yet?" His cheeks were stuffed with hot dumplings, but he didn't seem to notice as steam escaped his mouth. 

You tried sinking into the bench and took a bite of your mash potatoes, hoping that by stuffing your mouth no one would pry further. Luckily, someone else piped up before you. 

"I'm going with Hye-jung," your best friend, Hoseok said. 

Your heart dropped and you shoveled another spoonful of potatoes into your mouth. Bangers and mash is your ultimate comfort food--the magic of Hogwarts and the house elves somehow knowing you needed it.

"It's so unfair that the two best dancers always go together," Jinjoo said. She glanced over at you. You imagined that your red hair resembled a lion's main and your cheeks matched the color. "You always steal the show."

Hobi shrugged. "We just dance well together." 

"It's not like you like Hye-jung though," you said, finally swallowed the potatoes and carefully used a cooling spell to quell the heat that had risen in your cheeks. "What if someone asked you otherwise? Would you go with them?" 

Hoseok looked down at his bowl of ramen and stirred it before looking back up. "I don't know. It would depend on who it was." 

A moment of silence passed over the four of you. Despite the mass chatter of the rest of the Great Hall, the quiet passed between you like a dense morning fog. 

"What about you, Taehyung?" Hobi asked. "Who's your date?" 

"Oh, uh," Taehyung squirmed in his seat. "I asked Jinjoo."

Jinjoo smiled and bit back a laugh. "And I said yes. Goodness Tae, there's no reason to be so shy." 

You caught the small way Jinjoo continued to smile, even after she returned to eating. While it came as a surprise that Taehyung and Jinjoo were going together, the two had always seemed to click in a way you didn't seem to understand. Much like you and Hoseok. 

"What about you, Y/N?" Hobi asked, turning to look at you. His large brown eyes bore into you like a hungry puppy's. "Have you found some poor soul to take you yet?"

"I, uh," you glanced between your friends. Jinjoo shot you a sympathetic look and Taehyung watched you blankly, waiting for you to continue. "I'm not going." 

Your friends all paused and three pairs of eyes looked at you with concern and pity. This is exactly what you were afraid of and you had to hold yourself back from sighing and letting your face fall in your hands.

"You don't have to have a date, you know? You can come with me and Tae," Jinjoo said, looping her arm with Taehyung's. 

"No, no," you said. "It was my choice, really. I would just drag down whoever I'm with." 

"What do you mean?" she asked. 

You turned away from Jinjoo because you felt another pair of eyes on you. Hobi was still looking at you, a small line forming between his brows as his eyes looked you up and down.

"It's not that I don't have a date. It's that I can't dance."

Your friends were silent before breaking out into laughter. "Is that really why?"

"Y/N, we've all seen you dance before. What's the big deal?" 

You were certain none of them remembered and you knew you shouldn't have let it bother you so much. You shook your head, trying to change the subject. 

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It was the last party before the summer. Hufflepuff had won the House Cup for the first time in twenty years. Fire whiskey and spiked butterbeer were making the rounds. Being close to the kitchens meant that the Hufflepuffs were closest to the stash of alcohol for the professors and house elves.

"You know, it's ironic we're breaking all these rules after we won the House Cup," you said, simultaneously stuffing three bottles of Fire whiskey into your bag with an extendable charm.

"We were good all year," Jinjoo said, miniaturizing bottles and putting them into her sweatshirt pocket. You laughed and quickly zipped up your bag, careful to leave a few bottles behind so that it wouldn't be obvious that students had swiped some from the stash.

The majority of Hufflepuff House barely remembers the rest of the night. Most of the first through third years had fallen asleep or drank so much they passed out, the mid-years were barely coherent and keeping the party going, and the sixth and seventh years had either called it a night or sat in the corner pretending to keep an eye on the younger ones.

Your friends were a mix. Jinjoo had fallen asleep on Taehyung's shoulder and Taehyung pretended not to be absolutely charmed. He didn't drink, but had eaten enough that night that he might as well have been in a stupor as well. Hoseok--despite normally becoming a depressed and tired version of himself--was out on the dancefloor with the fourth and fifth years. His eyes wore dark cloaks and he looked nearly ready to collapse at any moment, yet he still stayed perfectly on beat.

"Y/N!" he called to you from the dancefloor. He held up the half full beer bottle in his hand as an invitation. "Come dance!" 

Your body stiffened. It wasn't that you didn't like dancing, it was usually just something you did on the rare occasions that you had the dorm room to yourself. Hoseok, though, dance was practically his life. He might be at Hogwarts studying magic, but before that he'd been at a fancy muggle arts school studying dance. Hoseok even took dance classes over the summer. 

It seemed somewhat stupid to worry about what Hoseok would think. He was one of your longest friends, having met on your first day of Hogwarts after you got sorted into Hufflepuff directly after him. His smile never failed to let you down and there was nothing in the world--you thought--that would ever dim the brightness Hoseok made you feel. 

Yet, much of his sun set when he drank. While he still ruled the dancefloor, you could see the chemically induced exhaustion and depression weighing under his eyes. As you approached him, he wore a small, forced smile. His hand reached out for your wrist and you felt electricity spark through you like you'd been hit with a hex. 

You started bobbing up and down like you'd watched the other kids who didn't know how to dance do. You felt awkward, all of the movement coming from your knees. You imagined that you probably looked pretty awkward too. 

Hobi, on the other hand, was moving flawlessly to the beat. Popping and locking in a way that looked fluid and clean, like a well oiled machine. His natural talent was always something you'd admired about him. Yet, you couldn't help but compare yourself with your best friend. Why did he want to dance with you when he was so good and you were just--well--bad?

Hobi let out a small, half hearted laugh. "Looks like you could use some dance lessons." His hands reached out and lightly took your hips, something he never would've been bold enough to do sober. If the small touch to your wrist was a hex, this was the Cruciatus curse. "Come on, just move your hips in time with the music."

When you failed to do so, not exactly sure what he meant by 'time', he let out a full belly laugh this time, though it was interrupted by a Butterbeer induced belch. "You really are bad. Didn't think they knew what they were talking about?"

Your body froze and your face fell. "Who didn't you think they knew what you were talking about?"

Hoseok pointed to the opposite side of the room from where you had stood earlier. "Mary and Perri. They bet me a galleon that you'd make a fool of yourself if I invited you to dance." 

At this, your heart sank. Hufflepuff--despite its value of kindness overall--still had its bullies. And they were Mary and Perri, a pair of twins who loved to torment you and flirted with Hoseok any chance they got. Normally, Hoseok was polite to them, but would generally avoid their presence. A sober Hoseok never would've made some stupid bet and told the twins that he loved your awkward little bend at the knee dance.

Knowing this wasn't the true Hoseok didn't stop your chest from constricting and the words from slicing through your chest. You wanted to cry, but more than anything wanted to get out of the party. Hoseok--even in his drunken state--paused when he noticed the pained look on your face. 

Before he could ask what was wrong or say anything else idiotic, you said, "I just remembered I have a lot of packing to do before we leave tomorrow. I'll--I'll see you in the morning."

Heading to the room you shared the rest of the fifth soon-to-be sixth years, you changed into your pajamas and threw your clothes into one of your already packed suitcases. It didn't take you long to find sleep.

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You were positive that Hoseok doesn't remember that night. In fact, based upon his fuzzy recollection that he was the one who received the last few points needed to win the Cup, you knew he barely remembered anything after three pm that day.

As you came out of your thoughts, it felt like you were breaching the surface of the water. Like someone pulled you out before you could lose consciousness and drown.

"If you're really so worried about it, I bet there's like a potion or a charm or something that could make you dance better."

You paused with another scoop of mashed potatoes halfway to your mouth. You'd never considered that possibility. Leave it to Jinjoo--the smartest girl you knew outside of Ravenclaw--to so blatantly put it out there. 

"Or, I could teach you," Hoseok said, his voice holding a different quality than normal. "You don't need to do anything fancy." 

You were about to politely decline in favor of Jinjoo's idea when she spoke up. "Actually, I like that idea better. Hoseok could give you better moves than any potion." She glanced over at Taehyung and they seemed to share a moment.

"We could use the Room of Requirement too. That way no one would find us and you won't be too embarrassed."

You could hardly argue with his logic and there was something about the look in Hoseok's eyes that had you agreeing. He was one of your oldest friends, yet, you'd never seen him look at anyone with his eyes softened like they were.

"Meet me there tonight then," Hoseok said. "Just after curfew."

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Casting the Disillusionment Charm, you crept down the corridor towards the Room of Requirement. You and your friends had done this many times when you wanted to hang out after curfew outside the dorms. Never once had you been caught. Still, you felt your heart racing as your turned down the correct corridor. 

Entering the Room of Requirement, you let down the charm and saw Hoseok standing near the middle of the room. The room had transformed itself into a small dance studio with mirrors along one of the walls and shiny hardwood floors. 

"Hey Y/N," Hoseok said, his heart-shaped smile not allowing your heart to slow. "Ready?" He approached you and his hand came to your wrist. His thumb running over the delicate skin of the inside of your wrist, it made you shudder. "You seem nervous."

You shook your head, denying the obvious. He didn't push you further, simply turning on some music. "Just dance," he said, beginning his own fluid movements. He played some muggle music that you'd never heard before, but you liked the beat. No matter what he did, it seemed to move perfectly to the beat of the music. 

You tried your best to follow along, moving your hips in small restricted movements. Occasionally, you tried to bring your arms into it, but would quickly drop them back to your sides when you realized you didn't know what to do with them. 

Hoseok laughed, but unlike before where his drunken laugh cut through your skin and bone, this time, it seemed to rise with the crescendo of the music. 

"You're cute," he said. "I don't need to teach you anything."

You stopped and the music stopped too. As if controlled by your thoughts and actions. Hoseok's gaze returned to the one from earlier in the cafeteria, soft but also penetrating. Like a dull knife through butter. 

"But, people make fun of me," you said, pouting. This only made Hoseok laugh again and he moved closer to you, lightly grabbing your chin and making you look up at him. His other hand lightly grabbed your wrist. You swore that the room's temperature rose.

"Who makes fun of you?" Velvet was the only way to describe his voice. 

"Mary and Perri."

"Since when do you care what they think?"

"Well, they're not the only ones."

"Mm?" Hoseok arched an eyebrow, but otherwise, his face stayed static. The emotions you could read sitting somewhere between content and provocative. 

"It was also--"

"Me?"

You felt the blood drain from your face and your whole body stiffen. When he felt you go rigid, Hoseok loosened his touch on your wrist, but didn't pull away. 

"You remember?"

"No, I don't."

"Then, how do you--?

Hoseok pointed up to his head, an amused look on his face. "I'm practicing Legilimency, remember?"

He read your mind. Jung Hoseok read your mind. Nothing made you want to crawl into a ball and disappear into a far corner of the Room of Requirement more. 

"I didn't really mean to, but your mind is so easy to walk into. You really should work on that." He winked at you and pulled you into his chest. He'd noticed the way you brought your hands to cover your face and let your hair fall in from of your cheeks. His hands wrapped around your back and held you softly. "I am sorry, Y/N. The alcohol isn't an excuse for what I said or did, even if I don't remember it. It was stupid and untrue."

You pulled your head from the warm embrace of his chest to look up at him. "I forgave you a long time ago, Hobi. I know you didn't mean it."

"So, if I tell you that I think it's cute when you dance and are a little offbeat, will you go to Yule Ball with me?"

"Aren't you going with Hye-jung?"

"There's been a change of plans."

When You Run Into Your Ex While You’re On A Date With Him | Min Yoongi

As soon as the bill for the dinner had been paid for, Yoongi had stormed out of the restaurant- with you not too far behind. Your heart began to race as you walked across the parking lot to the car.

The thought of arguing with Yoongi always made you a nervous wreck. The walk had gone faster than you wanted it to, and once you heard Yoongi open his door after unlocking it, you knew you couldn’t avoid it any longer. You hopped in silently seconds after Yoongi did, and once you had your seat belt on, Yoongi was driving furiously away from the restaurant. 

You had been silent for the most part until he almost rear-ended somebody due to how fast he was going. “Slow down!” You exclaimed after the car in front of you beeped their horn at your boyfriend. “Jesus, Yoongi. You’re gonna kill us.” You mumbled under your breath, folding yourself into the seat with your arms crossed across your chest.

“I really don’t want to hear your voice right now,” Yoongi muttered back, gritting his teeth. “And you know damn well I’m not going to let anything happen to you when you’re with me, so stop trying to piss me off. I don’t know what you’re problem is tonight, but I’m sick of the fucking attitude.”

Your jaw dropped, and you let out a sarcastic laugh. “What attitude are you talking about? The only one I can think about is the one I had after you started getting all pissy when we saw-”

“Don’t you dare say his name.” Yoongi interrupted, holding his hand up. “Not in my fucking car.”

His last comment had only made you more angry, causing you to huff and turn your body away from him and towards the passenger door. The ride was silent for a few more minutes, and you were starting to calm down. 

That was until you noticed Yoongi was pulling into your neighborhood. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you sat up immediately. “What are you doing?” You whispered, watching as he made his way around; every turn he made getting you closer and closer to your parents’ house. 

“Taking you home.” He responded. The coldness in his tone and lack of emotions he held in his face only made you more nervous and upset. You looked away from the window to watch his face as you spoke. 

“But it’s Friday,” You said quietly. “I always stay at your place on the weekends.”

“Yeah, well, this weekend you’re not.” He stated quickly, making his finally turn before pulling up in front of your childhood home. Your throat tightened, and your eyes began to water. He had never done this before. The weekends were your thing, and it was something you looked forward to every Friday- getting to go home with your loving boyfriend until late Sunday night. After parking in front of the sidewalk, he leaned back in his seat and turned his head so you couldn’t look at him. 

That only broke your heart even more.

“Yoongi, I swear I didn’t know he would be there,and if I did, I wouldn’t have even brought up the idea of going out to eat.” You tried, your voice hoarse. A stray tear slipped out of your eye, but you were quick to wipe it away. “Please believe me. I promise you I would never do that to you. Yoongi, I love you.”

More tears fell this time, but you were too caught up in trying to get your boyfriend to listen to you to realize. When he stayed silent, you took that as your cue to leave. You sniffled and lowered your head. “I’m sorry for tonight, I really am. I hope you know that.” Silence. Your heart sank, and you turned to exit the car. “See you Monday, I guess. Try to be safe on the way home, please.” You whispered.

Before you could open the door, you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you over the console and onto your boyfriend’s lap. His grip tightened around you as soon as you were seated on top of him, his face instantly digging into your neck while his strong hands gripped at your waist. You sobbed the minute your head hit his shoulder, your arms tight around his neck. “I’m so sorry, Yoongi. I’m so, so sorry.” You whispered into his shoulder, your salty tears staining his black button-up shirt he had wore in an attempt to be classy for dinner.

“Stop apologizing, baby, you did nothing wrong. I’m so, so sorry I made you feel this way, and I’m sorry for getting mad at you. I know it wasn’t your fault, I was just so upset. I just got so insecure and worried when he came up to us, because he’s just so-” Yoongi sniffled.

“Just so what? So controlling? So self-absorbed and narcissistic? So disrespectful? So what, Yoongi? What one were you about to say?” You interrupted, pulling away from him so he could see your face.

“But he-”

“He’s not you, Yoongs. You are the one who understands me. You are the one who listens to me without judging me. You are the one who accepts me and every single part of me. Please stop listening to that stupid little voice in your head; he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” You finished speaking with a small smile, your fingers tapping the sides of his head lightly. Yoongi let out a chuckle and closed his eyes as you leaned down and rested your forehead against his. “I love you, baby.”

“And I love you, sweetheart,” Yoongi replied softly before pressing your lips together in a gentle kiss. “Now get back in your seat so we can get home, yeah?” 

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CHAN:

Cheeky Little Lover Boy:

you playfully tease Chan with kisses, sparking a lighthearted and loving exchange between you two.

tease;

chan introduces you to his industry friends but also teases you a bit when you get shy to meet your ult bias: niki - enhypen

REACTIONS:

S/O with ADHD/forgetful

walking out in an argument

🔯BTS 🔯

REACTIONS:

S/O who is not scared by scary things

An Intimate Slumber

Intro: Hey everyone, it's your girl [jj-stay] here! I'm so excited to be writing this post and sharing my latest fanfiction with you all! This fanfiction centers around [bts] and features [reader], and is suitable for readers of all [16] and older.

TW: [mentions of skz Holding s/o's boobs]

Word Count: 794

Request: [no]

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romantic Comedy

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real-life actions or events is purely coincidental.

Summary: A quirky phenomenon leads to BTS members discovering the unexpected truth about their sleeping habits. With newfound knowledge, they embark on a journey to adapt to their unique needs while deepening their bond with their girlfriends.

Chapter 1: A Whimsical Discovery

Jin's Reaction:

Jin, always the gentleman, stumbled upon the peculiar phenomenon one night while seeking comfort in his girlfriend's embrace. Startled yet curious, he lifted his head to find solace in her nurturing presence. Jin, being the considerate person he is, would lightly chuckle, embracing the situation with modesty, and thinking about how to best accommodate this newfound quirk. Initiating a heartfelt conversation, he would discuss his observations and make sure his girlfriend felt comfortable being his sleeping partner. The night ended in tender whispers and promises to find creative ways to adapt to their new companionship.

Chapter 2: An Unexpected Discovery

Yoongi's Reaction:

Yoongi, the embodiment of warmth and comfort, discovered the phenomenon on a tiring day when he simply needed a breath of relief. As his girlfriend turned over in her sleep, her gentle breath grazed his cheek, acting as a lullaby to his restless mind. Noticing his dependence on her presence, Yoongi might be caught off guard initially, his usual composed demeanor faltering for a moment. However, with a small, contented smile tugging at the corner of his lips, he would embrace the situation, acknowledging the trust and security he feels when he's close to his girlfriend. He would revel in the newfound knowledge, swearing to hold onto her more tightly, ensuring she understands just how important she is to him.

Chapter 3: A Surprising Revelation

Namjoon's Reaction:

Namjoon, a deep-thinker and intellectual, discovered this phenomenon by chance while studying the intricacies of his girlfriend's sleeping patterns. Fascinated by the synchronization of their breathing and heartbeats, he would greet this revelation with curiosity and a touch of amazement. This newfound knowledge would spark a series of philosophical discussions with his girlfriend, as they mused over the scientific basis behind their primal connection. Namjoon would cherish their intellectual bond and use it as a means to strengthen their relationship both in and out of the bedroom.

Chapter 4: A Soothing Admiration

Hoseok's Reaction:

Hoseok, always in high spirits, stumbled upon this phenomenon during a playful late-night tickle session with his girlfriend. Caught off guard by the soothing sensation, Hoseok would erupt into a fit of laughter that echoed through the room. Eventually, his laughter would subside, leaving behind a comforting silence. With a soft smile plastered on his face, Hoseok would express his awe at the unexpected discovery, cherishing the newfound closeness between him and his girlfriend. From that day forward, they would engage in playful banter and tickle wars, knowing that their bond is impossible to resist.

Chapter 5: A Gentle Embrace

Jimin's Reaction:

Jimin, a charismatic and affectionate soul, would stumble upon this quaint phenomenon during a night of gentle caresses and sweet whispers. Feeling a sense of solace as his girlfriend's hand brushed against his bare chest, he would lock eyes with her before a shy, contagious giggle escaped his lips. With a warm smile illuminating his face, Jimin would express his adoration, believing this newfound connection to be a testament to the depth of their relationship. From that point forward, he would wrap his arms around his girlfriend more tightly, cherishing each moment they spent in each other's embrace.

Chapter 6: A Contented Sleep

Taehyung's Reaction:

Taehyung, a free-spirited and wide-eyed explorer, would discover this phenomenon during a late-night cuddling session with his girlfriend. In awe of the tranquil yet profound comfort he finds in her presence, Taehyung would express his emotions through subtle gestures: a soft sigh, a lingering touch. His eyes would twinkle with childlike wonder as he gazes at her peacefully sleeping form. Taehyung would embrace this newfound knowledge, grateful for the unique connection he shares with his girlfriend, and use it as inspiration in his artistic endeavors.

Chapter 7: A Blissful Surrender

Jungkook's Reaction:

Jungkook, the embodiment of youthful innocence and vulnerability, would stumble upon this phenomenon after a long, exhausting day. Surrendering to the blissful comfort of his girlfriend's embrace, Jungkook would find solace in her nurturing presence. Initially startled by the realization, he would shyly chuckle before snuggling deeper into her arms. Lovingly accepting this newfound revelation, Jungkook would utter a soft "I love you" in a barely audible whisper. From that moment forward, his girlfriend's peaceful sleeping form would become his sanctuary, fueling his dreams with warmth and love.

Epilogue: A Deeper Connection

As the nights pass and BTS members discover their unique sleeping habits, they embark on a journey of self-discovery, deepening their connections with their girlfriends. With newfound knowledge, they learn to appreciate the power of intimacy and trust, creating a bond that goes beyond mere physical attachment. In the end, they realize that these quirks only serve to strengthen their relationships, making every night a tender and intimate experience they will eternally cherish.

“Cursed” Main Preview

Disclaimer: The images from my header belong to BigHit and BTS, but I edited them together.

Age Recommendation: 18+

Warnings: Angst, alcohol consumption, light smut as in making out, BITING, sucking blood, Jimin being a vampy asshole.

Word Count: 810

Summary: Jimin has hired you as his new club’s bartender, and now he wants to see if you’re up for the job. You might be able to handle pouring and making drinks, but can you handle being the drink?

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Jimin made himself comfortable on a stool. “Let’s take a break, shall we? Pour me a drink?”

“What would you like?” I asked, knowing he was actually testing me.

He hummed, tapping a finger to his chin like he was actually thinking about it. “How about a cojinganmek?” he said.

“Please. Give me a challenge,” I said, rolling my eyes. I quickly made the drink, set a napkin down, and presented it to him.

“Very nice,” he said, smiling once more. He downed the drink easily, dabbing at his mouth with the napkin once he was done.

“Want anything else?” I asked, not being serious. He did have to drive home, after all.

Jimin leaned over the counter, putting his chin in his hand delicately, eyeing me closely with amusement dancing in his eyes. “A kiss.”

I did a double-take, nearly dropping the glass I was holding. Jimin laughed outright, standing up. He placed a hand on the bar counter and vaulted over it easily, light and graceful. I stepped back, suddenly nervous. He came close anyway, placing a hand on either side of me, effectively trapping me with my back to the bar. “That’s what I want,” he said, his voice deepening. “Is that what you want?”

I opened my mouth but no words came out. He smelled so good, and he bit down on his bottom lip, making the offer doubly enticing. I couldn’t explain how he drew me in despite all my misgivings, but he’d managed to do it. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since our non-date, and I’d secretly hoped he’d invite me out again. Sure, I’d play hard-to-get, but at least then I’d know it was for real and not some ploy. Either way, even if he wasn’t planning on sticking around, I still wanted him. Whatever I might have with Jimin might draw me out of my bitter shell and allow me to finally move on and start dating again.

Jimin leaned in, and I couldn’t help turning my head to the side, squeezing my eyes closed. “I won’t ask again, y/n,” he breathed into my ear. “Do you want this?”

All my resolve and logic screamed at me to say no, but I threw all of that out the window with one shaky syllable. “Y-Yes.”

Jimin let out a deep chuckle, the pride of victory dripping from his voice. “I knew you would.”

He turned and kissed my cheek, leaving feathery kisses along my face until he reached my lips, fully enveloping them with his own. He agonizingly took his time, feeling my mouth with his, drawing a palm upward to rest on my cheek. Impatient, I slipped my fingers through the belt loops on his pants and snapped his hips into mine, to which he groaned and grabbed my waist with both hands, squeezing tight. Suddenly he lifted me onto the counter and shoved his tongue into my mouth, tasting me from all angles. I wrapped my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist, tugging him as close as possible. We broke apart, panting, and I gasped as he started kissing my neck, going further and further down until he reached my sweet spot where my neck and shoulder connected.

I let out a moan. This was exactly what I needed. “Jimin, oh Jimin, that feels good,” I groaned incoherently.

He growled in response. “Agreed.”

Suddenly, I felt teeth on my skin, and he lightly nipped up and down my neck which I knew would blossom into small bruises later. “Careful,” I sighed, not wanting hickeys everywhere.

He didn’t stop, though. He bit at my sweet spot, hard, and sucked. “Jimin, wait, that kind of hurts,” I murmured, putting my hands on his chest and giving a light push. He didn’t budge, merely grunting in response.

His lips came apart from my skin with a pop, and I thought he was done, but then I felt something graze my skin once more before he bit down on my neck, hard. “Ouch!” I yelped, pushing him backward. Despite my use of force, his body didn’t give way, his hands around my waist firmly keeping me in place.

“Jimin, stop! Let go!” I cried out, feeling warm liquid drip down my neck. Slurping and sucking sounds were the only thing I got in response. Was he… drinking my blood? I cried out, struggling as hard as I could to no avail. I started feeling light-headed and nauseous as he continued feeding on me, gulping down my blood as if it were the most delicious thing in the world.

My vision started going spotty, and the last thing I saw before everything went black was him pulling back, gasping. Bloody, pointed fangs protruded from his mouth, the color matching his eyes which were now a deep, cold red.

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Master List

Main Preview (Angst, Light Smut)

Not-A-Date Date with Jimin (Angst, Fluff)

First Time with Taehyung (Fluff, Smut)

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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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“PS5″ (Taehyun Version) ~ One-shot, Angst

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

“Cutie Pie Kai” ~ One-Shot, Fluff, Romance

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.

Not-A-Date Date with Jimin

Disclaimer: The images from my header belong to BigHit and BTS, but I edited them together.

Age Recommendation: 16+

Warnings: Angsty fluff... I mean, it’s just a coffee date. Jimin’s still a vampy asshole. Swears?

Word Count: 1,627

Preview: And with that, I left you sitting speechless, your coffee not even half-gone. My stomach rumbled once more, and I clutched it, feeling the hunger roil through me like a monster all its own. “Soon,” I thought. “Very soon.”

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Jimin’s POV

I spotted you before you spotted me. I took a draw from my coffee cup, swallowing the liquid that would warm my body and put some color in my cheeks so I’d look a little more human. Your gaze locked onto me and I appreciated the way you did a bit of a double-take. I’d let you know this was casual, but I’d dressed up a little more than I had for our last encounter. I wore tight black slacks with a belt, a collared white shirt which I’d neatly tucked in, the top few buttons undone just enough to catch your, and everyone else’s, attention.

You, in turn, wore jean capris with rips and tears along the legs, white sneakers, and a loose, black v-neck that stayed modestly above your breast line. So cute. So innocent.

“Hi,” you said, a bit out of breath as you slid into the seat across from me.

“Hello.”

“You already ordered?” you said pointedly.

“Yes, but get whatever you want. It’s on me.”

“It better be,” you grumbled, getting up to order from the barista.

It had been quite the hassle getting you here, despite the fact I’d sworn up and down this wouldn’t be a date when I texted you.

Me: It’ll be more of a hanging out, getting-to-know-you thing I promise

You: I still have no idea why you want to “get to know me” in the first place

Me: Let me show you why. You don’t trust me? Fine. I’ll prove to you I don’t have any motive other than to find out more about you.

You took a long time to reply, leaving me on read for a good 24 hours before finally responding.

You: Fine. Coffee tomorrow. 3:30.

I had no idea what made you finally agree. You seemed dead-set on keeping your distance from me, but here we were. Technically, I didn’t lie. I wasn’t going to try anything during this meet-up. I truly wanted to get to know you. If you were going to be my main meal for the next however-long, I needed to know you were the type that wouldn’t get yourself into any trouble. And by trouble, I mean drugs, excessive drinking, sleeping with anyone other than me… I wanted your blood to be as pure as possible for my maximum pleasure.

You sat back down, a large iced coffee in your hand, glaring at me. You looked annoyed, but I could see through you. You were cautious, yet hopeful. Naive, but not to the point where you became a cliche. For me, it was the perfect mixture.

“So, I’m guessing you have a couple hours before work, right?”

“Are you stalking me now?” you said, rolling your eyes and biting down on your straw. I briefly wondered if you had an oral fixation and how fun it would be to exploit that.

“Not at all. Just guessing judging by your occupation.”

“Yeah, right.”

I leaned forward, locking our gazes together, causing you to stiffen. “Listen y/n… I’m here because I want to be. Do you think you could tone down the hostility a bit?”

You looked away and I caught a trace of guilt before you sighed. “Fine. I just… why am I here, Jimin?”

“It’s like I said, I want to get to know you better.”

“But why?” The words came out as more of a whine than a question. Cute.

“Because you caught my interest,” I said. Your expression changed then, going from pouty to almost a smile. Got you.

“Listen,” I continued. “Let’s play a game, shall we? I’ll ask a question, then you ask a question, and so on until you feel more comfortable with me.”

You nodded, taking another sip from your coffee.

“I’ll start. Are you a university student?”

You shook your head, the straw sliding out of your pretty mouth before you replied. “No. I wish. Tuition is… well, I’m saving up to afford it. That’s why I’m working so much.”

“Can’t your parents help out?”

“They aren’t really around… and that’s two questions,” you said, pointing a finger at me.

I chuckled. “You can ask me two questions then.”

You thought for a second before asking, “What do you do for work?”

“What do you think I do for work?”

You gave me another eye-roll. I was beginning to live for those. “It’s my turn to ask the questions, remember?”

I sat back, amusement making the corners of my mouth turn up. “I partially own a company that retains a large number of hotels and resorts around the world.”

“Partially own?”

“Yeah. My six childhood friends and I started the company together.”

“Six? Wow, I don’t even know if I have a whole six friends, let alone a group that I’ve known since I was a kid,” you said.

I chuckled once more. I was truly enjoying myself. Normally I’d have to fake my laughs and interest, but you were like a breath of fresh air compared to the usual company I kept. You were bold, blunt, sarcastic, and rude, and I can’t remember the last time I had to chase my prey this much. I hoped you’d be just as entertaining when you found out the truth about me.

“I somehow don’t believe that,” I said, reaching out to put my hand over yours. I stared into your eyes, delighting in the way your cheeks flushed pink. “You seem very personable to me.”

You scoffed, awkwardly sliding your hand from mine and hiding it under the table. “If you consider me personable, you really don’t know me at all.”

“Which is why we’re here… so I can get to know you.”

“Are you sure?” you asked abruptly. “I mean… I think it’s nice you’re taking me out for coffee and everything, and I liked how you didn’t push the whole date thing on me again… but why me? I mean, you could have any girl you wanted… why me?”

It was clear you weren’t going to let this go. I guess it was time for me to come clean. “Well, I do have a slightly ulterior motive for asking you here, but in my defense, I was going to wait until later to talk to you about this.”

You threw me a look of pure disgust. “I knew it.”

“Hear me out,” I protested, leaning towards you once more. “My company, Bangtan Enterprises, is looking to expand its interests.”

Your look changed from disdain to confusion. “And what does that have to do with me?”

I leaned in even closer and lowered my voice almost to a whisper. “This is top secret information. You have to promise me you won’t tell anyone else about this… except those whom I tell you to.”

You leaned in towards me as well. “I promise,” you said, your tone mocking but your eyes curious.

“Bangtan Enterprises is planning on opening a nightclub in the abandoned warehouse just a couple blocks from here.”

“Really?”

“Yes. We want to improve this part of town, and thought a nightclub would bring enough high-end clientele to swing the economy upward a bit.”

“Oh, so it’s purely philanthropic,” you said, smirking. “Gotcha.”

You hardly sounded convinced. I sighed. “Well, if people with more money come here and spend it, they will stay for a while and spend it in places like stores, markets, and then other places could start opening up, like boutiques and shops-”

“Alright, I get it,” you huffed. “But once again, how does a nightclub involve me?”

“I need a bartender,” I said simply, taking another sip of coffee. “And you’re my number one candidate.”

“What, why?”

Not going to lie, your constant need to know the reasoning behind everything I did was starting to grow tiresome. “Because you fit the personality of the club. You’re very pretty which will attract more customers, and you don’t take shit from people. You’re tough, you’ll be able to handle any pretentious assholes who come your way.”

You shook your head in disbelief, biting down on your lip cutely. I wondered how good you’d taste if it were me biting it instead. “You haven’t seen much of my actual bartending skills, though,” you said after a beat.

“I’ll train you if necessary,” I said, waving your insecurities off. I wouldn’t let you find an excuse to wiggle out of this opportunity. “And I’ll pay you double your salary.”

“Double?” you gasped.

“Double.”

“But… but what about Sejin? I can’t just leave him,” you said weakly.

“Sejin? You mean the owner of the bar you currently work at?”

You nodded.

“The same bar that will be closing soon because someone has hired him as the manager of a new nightclub?”

Your mouth parted in surprise. “Are you serious?”

“Yes. He’ll be your boss there too,” I said, throwing you a smile. “He highly recommends you, you know.”

“Well… well…”

I smirked, knowing you were about to give in.

“Well… thank you. I will… I mean, I’m happy to take this opportunity,” you finally said.

“Oh, and don’t think of this as charity,” I said loftily. “You’ll definitely be working hard to earn your keep.”

You nodded eagerly. “I understand.”

“Great. The nightclub opens in exactly three weeks from today. Sejin will be closing his bar two weeks from today, and then we’ll spend a week setting up the place and training. Sound good?”

“Sounds great.”

I tossed a few bills onto the table. “See you in two weeks… y/n.”

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Prompt List

Dislaimer: Pretty much none of these are mine. I took them, or inspiration for them, from Tumblr and the rest of the net.

Rules

1. I only write these one-shot imagines/drabbles for BTS. Occasionally, I’ll throw in another kpop idol as a minor/side character, but I’ll be honest I’m not very knowledgeable about any other group besides BTS.

2. Give me only 2-3 prompts, no limit on number of members though. I’ll write OT7 imagines all day, every day if that’s what you want.

3. No word count limit. I’ll make it as long or short as the prompt demands ;)

4. If you’d like more or less smut/angst/fluff than the prompt implies, add that in your request and I’ll make it happen.

5. My set of Masterlist rules applies. No abuse, no weapons, nothing with minors. Everything else is pretty much free game (gimme ALL the kinks)! If I find your request potentially controversial, I simply won’t do it or ask you to edit then resubmit it.

Fluffy/Romantic Prompts

Tell me again/Say that again.

I could get used to waking up next to you.

Can I kiss you?

It’s lonely here without you.

You’re comfy. You’re my pillow now.

You make me happy.

You’ve shown me what love truly looks like.

Don’t be ridiculous, I want to stay up with you.

It was you the whole time.

Look at us, we’re basically a couple already.

I didn’t think you could get any more romantic.

I really want to kiss you.

You talking in your sleep is fucking cute.

Can we just lie here for a moment longer?

It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.

How about a kiss?

Your hugs are the best thing ever.

I can’t imagine a world without you.

You’re so cute when you’re still half-asleep.

You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.

Do you know how beautiful/handsome you are? It’s making me crazy.

Do you need a place to stay tonight?

You are my one and only true love.

I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.

We’ll do it together.

You seem shy, but you’re so damn cute.

If you don’t tell me to stop, I’ll end up kissing you.

Do you trust me?

Here, let’s share the blanket.

You’re the only person I want to be with right now.

You’ve always felt like home.

Why haven’t you kissed me yet?

I’ve been falling for you since the day we met.

You own my heart.

Can I keep this? It smells like you.

Please don’t cry. I can’t stand you crying.

I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before.

Is that my shirt?

I’m right where I belong.

You smell so damn good.

You’re cute when you’re grumpy.

C’mere you, I’ll rub your back.

I’m not going anywhere.

You’re the most beautiful/handsome thing I’ve ever seen.

You make every day a dream.

I’m only me when I’m with you.

You seem quite nice for such a good-looking a girl/boy/person.

This party was boring ‘til you got here.

I wonder why everyone keeps trying to set us up?

I can’t take my eyes off of you.

I wouldn’t want to be trapped with anyone else.

Come back, it’s too early to get out of bed.

I’m not going to stop annoying you until you give me attention.

Hush, baby, you’re safe. I won’t ever let you go.

Just pretend to be my date/boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other.

It’s not a double date, we’re just third- and fourth-wheeling.

What made you say yes to this blind date?

I like the way your hand fits in mine.

I love that your voice is the first thing I hear each day.

You can call me whenever... even if you don’t have a reason to.

You look so cute, I could kiss you right now.

You’re my inspiration.

Your hair is so fucking soft.

Don’t get up baby, I’ll do it.

Star-gazing was such a good idea.

I think I love you.

You look amazing in the moonlight.

Shut up and kiss me.

It’s always been you.

Marry me.

Angsty/Sad Prompts

You mean way more than just a one-night stand.

Are you even listening to me?!

I thought I could trust you.

Not everyone is going to hurt you.

I want to believe you, I do.

Fuck you.

You broke my heart, and all you can say is ‘I’m sorry?’

I can’t stand the very thought of you.

I don’t trust myself around you.

That’s not what I mean and you know it.

You’re going to just leave me here?

I think you’re just afraid to be happy.

How much of that did you hear?

I like me better when I’m with you.

We need to talk.

Can’t you stay just a little longer?

You were always too good for me.

I don’t want to be alone right now.

Don’t you dare leave me.

Don’t. I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses any more.

I can’t keep fucking these random girls/boys/people and pretending they’re you.

I don’t know if I want to love or hate you.

I tried my best to not care about you, but I failed.

You expecting someone?

It’s not that easy.

He/she/person is hot, but evil.

I’m too sober for this shit.

I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the shit out of me.

We’re more than friends, and you know it!

I can’t sleep.

Do you really think that little of me?

Fuck, I’m lonely.

What the hell is wrong with you?!

You love yourself more than you could ever love me.

Compliments don’t mean shit.

Tell me I’m wrong.

Why am I not surprised?

I can’t stand the thought of you.

You’re not going anywhere.

I might never get a chance to say this again.

You drive me fucking crazy.

There’s no us. There never was.

I’m sorry things had to go down this way.

You’re in love with someone else?

I can’t stay away from you.

Am I too late?

You couldn’t handle me even if I came with step-by-step instructions.

You make me want things I can’t have.

I know I’ve screwed up, but I can make it right.

You’re a terrible liar, you know.

I’m not gonna lie, this isn’t how I wanted things to go down.

I still believe there’s a good person in you.

You’re making me think they were right about you.

I’m taking a chance on you here.

I made a mistake.

I never hated you... you just made me feel things I didn’t understand ‘til now.

No, I’m not letting you go.

Please look at me.

Is he/she/person really just a friend?

Space is the last thing I want with you.

I know you still love me.

I can’t think straight when it comes to you.

Why are you so damn stubborn?!

Don’t do this.

You never had a problem with it before.

I know I shouldn’t be here.

You deserve better.

Can we just kiss one last time? For memory’s sake?

I swear I’ll do things different/better this time.

He/She/Person is beautiful/handsome. I hope he/she/person makes you happy.

Smutty Prompts (18+ only)

You seem like a bad boy/girl/person.

Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?

Watch me.

Come sit on my lap ‘til I’m done working.

If you insist.

Steal the covers one more time, and I’ll use your body to warm me up.

You’d better watch your fucking mouth.

Behave... or else.

I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.

Like what you see?

Look at you, you’re already shaking.

I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.

Yes, I’m a bad boy, so I like bad girls.

What are you doing in my bed?

You better shut that pretty mouth before I put it to work.

Once we start, I won’t be able to stop.

I’ve never needed to be fucked this badly.

If you don’t stop, you won’t be able to walk for a week.

Don’t tease so much.

Is that a promise?

Could he/she/they make you feel as good as I do?

I don’t give a fuck. You look hot enough to fuck right here, right now.

Don’t force my hand, or I will punish you.

First one to make a noise loses.

If you’re going to act like a brat, then I’ll treat you like a brat.

I’m sorry, does that feel too good?

I wonder what they’d say if they knew what you were doing right now.

Who said it had to be on the bed?

If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.

Try to be quiet, okay?

You want to do this now? In public?

Make me.

You’ve got to be quiet or else every will know what a naughty girl/boy/person you are.

I can’t wait to be inside you later.

See that mirror? I’m going to make you watch me fuck you.

I haven’t even touched you, and you’re already this wet.

Quit teasing, or else.

If you don’t like what I’m doing, why are you moaning so loud?

Oh, you’re in trouble now.

If you keep moaning like that, I won’t be able to stop myself.

You’re mine now.

If we get caught, I’m blaming you.

If you leave the house wearing that, I’ll bend you over the bed the second you get home.

I’ll race you.

Quit distracting me.

Awww, you’re playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.

If you keep acting like a brat, you’ll give me no choice.

Come here, now.

Make a sound and it’s game over.

Okay, but we’ll have to be quiet.

On your knees.

Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?

Say it. Use your words.

Don’t fucking touch what isn’t yours.

There are people around, though.

I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t even remember that asshole’s name.

Do it. I dare you.

I know for a fact you can be a hell of a lot louder.

Oh baby, you know you shouldn’t tease.

You’ll never, ever take me to bed.

I won’t touch you ‘til you beg me to.

I’ll bet you money that he/she/person is a beauty on the streets, but a beast between the sheets. (Or some variation of this lol)

You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat here until you walked in.

I don’t care what you do, just fuck me.

Let me show you what happens when you don’t follow the rules.

Spread your legs baby, I want to see how pretty you are.

Against the wall.

Fuck, just like that.

Suck.

Can you feel how turned on I am?

Hi, could you do #26 from your angst prompt list, plus #46 and #56 from the smut one? Jungkook please!

AHHHH MY FIRST REQUEST! Yes, of course, I will write whatever your sinful heart desires C; I kind of ran with this and created a whole-ass two-part imagine, so I put it in a separate post. Hope you like <3

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I did not create the gorgeous edits in my header, but I did edit them together into the frames, add my title, and my name. Credit for these amazing edits (from left to right) go to @jixio, @yeonkiminsgirl, and @kookbite. I did not touch their edits in any way, and their watermarks are intact. Please check them out, they do great work.

Age Recommendation: 21+

Genre: Bartender AU w/ Jungkook, Angst, Smut

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, swears, JK being the sexy, manly man that he is, very soft dom JK, making out, angsty feels

Word Count: 1,847

Damn, why is JK so fucking sexy? C;

You can find the original request here. They used my Prompt List:

Angst #26 He/she/person is hot, but evil.

Smut #46  Awww, you’re playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.

Smut #56  I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t even remember that asshole’s name.

So I kind of took this and ran with it… enjoy C; Part 2 (with smut) coming soon!

Preview: Damn. This bartender might be hot, but he was evil. We sat in silence for a moment before Jungkook took my hand, startling me. I looked up into his large, dark eyes, his expression earnest, his mouth turned up in a half-smile. “Look, I know we just met, but… Can I drive you home tonight? I don’t think you should be alone.”

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I rested my cheek on my hand, taking another swig from the beer bottle in my other hand only to find it empty. “Hey, can I get another?” I asked, trying to keep my words from slurring together.

The bartender glanced at me as he filled a shot glass. “You okay over there, sweetheart?”

I nodded slowly before resting my head on the bar counter, looking up at him through the strands of hair that had flopped over my eyes. “‘M fine, whadda mean?”

He chuckled, striding over as I sat up, setting a glass full of liquid in front of me. It was clear, but it wasn’t in a shot glass. It was in a tall one with ice in the middle. “What’s this?” I asked, sitting up.

“Water.”

I grimaced. “This isn’t what I ordered.”

“Yeah, I know, I’m cutting you off. You’re done for tonight.”

“The fuck?” I muttered. He tossed a smirk at me that made my insides flutter. Damn this bartender. He was extremely good-looking, with raven-black hair parted down the right side of his head, shiny from a bit of gel. His white shirt stretched over his toned torso, and his tight, dark jeans left almost nothing to the imagination. And if that wasn’t enough, he had lips that were a perfect shade of pink, his top lip half the size of his bottom lip, coming together in the middle to form the most perfect cupid’s bow I’d ever seen.

I blinked, shaking myself out of my stupor. “The fuck?” I said even louder. “Where do you get off?”

“Lower your voice, sweetheart,” he said, pointing to the glass. “And drink up.”

I reluctantly obeyed, wincing as I the cold drink hit the back of my throat. I downed the water in one go. “Can I have another beer now?” I asked.

“Nope.”

Damn. This bartender might be hot, but he was evil.

“Fine,” I muttered, leaning my head against my cheek once more.

I watched as he served the rest of his customers, biting my lip every time his muscles shuddered whenever he picked up a glass or pulled on the handle of the beer tap. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I got dumped, what, only two hours ago, and I was already checking out another guy? Shit, I was pathetic.

That was nothing new, though. Just last week my best friend had told me she thought I had issues with being alone. Apparently that’s why I decided to stay with my asshole boyfriend even though I knew damn well he was fucking my other so-called best friend behind my back.

Once he finished serving everyone else, the bartender walked back over to me and refilled my water glass, setting it down in front of me before crossing his arms over the bar counter and leaning over it towards me. I flushed, not-so-subtly noticing the way his biceps flexed.

“So tell me, sweetheart,” he said. “Why are you here tonight?”

“No reason,” I mumbled.

“Uh-huh.”

“Just… needed a few drinks, y’know?”

He tilted his head, the black strands of his bangs falling into his eyes. “Sure. What’s your name?”

“None of your business.”

He chuckled. “Awwww, you’re playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.”

“Nothing cute about it,” I muttered, downing my second glass of water.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

I could feel the effects of the alcohol slowly ebbing away, and I sat up even more, feeling more coherent than I had all night. “Fine.”

“Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”

“Y/n.”

“So… y/n. Wanna tell me the real reason why you’re here?” he asked, looking me up and down.

I sighed. “My boyfriend’s a jerk.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “How so?”

“He’s a cheating, lying bastard,” I replied matter-of-factly. “Hey, can I trouble you for another water?”

Jungkook grabbed my glass and filled it once more. “If he’s such a bastard, why are you still with him?”

“I’m not,” I said, gratefully taking the now full glass and taking a sip.

“So you dumped his ass?”

“No,” I sighed, slumping over. “That’s the sad part. I should’ve dumped him, should’ve made him feel bad for doing that to me… but I didn’t. I kept struggling with what to do, and before I could figure it out, he broke up with me.”

My voice cracked towards the end of my story, and Jungkook looked at me with concern in his large, dark eyes. His mouth had tightened as he listened, his large hands now gripping the edge of the bar so hard his knuckles turned white. “I hate cheaters,” he growled. “You know, it seems every week, I get someone in here, drinking themselves half to death, so wasted they don’t even know their own name… all because their significant other couldn’t be faithful.”

“I believe it,” I croaked, my throat thick. “People can be assholes.”

“Agreed.”

Jungkook sighed before leaning back. “Look, do you have anyone to take you home?” he asked. “So you don’t have to be alone tonight?”

I shook my head. “Nope. My two best friends are unfortunately out of commission. One is out of the town, and the other… Well, she was the one my boyfriend was fucking.”

Jungkook shook his head in disbelief. “Wow.”

“I know.”

We sat in silence for a moment before he took my hand, startling me. I looked up into his large, dark eyes, his expression earnest, his mouth turned up in a half-smile. “Look, I know we just met, but… Can I drive you home tonight? I don’t think you should be alone.”

I hesitated before nodding. It was quite late, I did need a ride, and although he was a stranger, something about him seemed trustworthy.

(Author’s note: Please, for the love of god, don’t accept rides or get in cars with random strangers irl)

Jungkook glanced over his shoulder at the other customers, some of whom were starting to pack up and stumble drunkenly out into the street. “We close in fifteen, then I’ll need half an hour to clean up, is that okay?”

I nodded once more. Nearly an hour later, I found myself out in the parking lot, scuffing my shoes against the pavement as I waited for Jungkook. The bar’s lights flicked off, and he came out, wearing a black leather jacket and making sure to lock the doors securely behind him. He turned, a smile spreading over his lips when he saw me. “You’re still here.”

“I still need that ride.”

He chuckled as he pressed a button on a key fob, a black SUV lighting up as it unlocked. “You feeling sober yet?”

“Sure am, thanks to you,” I teased as we clambered into the car. He started the engine and drove down the streets, following my directions until we came to a stop in front of my apartment.

Jungkook shut the engine off then looked at me. “You sure you’ll be okay tonight?”

I swallowed, the lump in my throat returning. “Well, if I’m being honest, no, I’m not sure.”

He gripped the steering wheel. “What can I do?”

“Nothing,” I said, swiping at a stray tear that had leaked out.

Jungkook unbuckled his seat belt and leaned towards me, tentatively reaching out a finger and caressing my cheek, wiping away a second tear. “You’re lying,” he murmured. “I think there is something I can do.”

He lunged towards me, crashing his lips into mine, surprising the fuck out of me. I shoved him back. “What the hell?!” I gasped.

Sitting there, with his large eyes staring at me, pupils blown beautifully wide, mouth parted as he held his breath, waiting for my next move, only three words came to mind. “Awww, fuck it.”

I took hold of his shirt collar and yanked him back towards me, pressing my lips feverishly to his. He shoved his tongue into my cavern, tasting it, exploring it, forcefully dominating my tongue with his in a way that brought my buzz flooding back, no alcohol needed. I began to push back, swirling my tongue around his before drawing back just enough to wrap my lips around the muscle and suck. Jungkook grunted and kissed my cheek, my jaw, then my neck, stopping to nip at the skin right where my neck and shoulder connected, drawing a loud moan out of me.

I clambered over to his seat, straddling him, and I could feel his hardening member even through both of our jeans as we continued our heated make-out session. Jungkook pulled back to once more kiss his way down my neck, and my senses came to as he started unbuttoning my shirt and mouthing at my cleavage. “Wait,” I panted. “We… We can’t do this.”

He groaned before leaning back in the seat. “Why, what’s wrong?”

“It’s just… I don’t know you, and I’m probably doing this just because I’m emotional, and I don’t want to be even more pathetic than I already am.”

Jungkook’s brow furrowed at my words. “You’re not pathetic,” he said. “You were hurt. You didn’t know what to do, that’s normal.”

I looked down at our laps, letting my hair fall around my face. “I was… I was weak,” I mumbled, my voice husky as my throat once again grew thick.

“No, you weren’t. So you don’t have some crazy revenge story… so you’re more careful in your decision-making than other people… so you took some time to figure out your next move… so what?” Jungkook said, lightly grasping my jaw and lifting my chin so we were looking at each other. I was surprised to see his wide, dark eyes so full of determination. “That doesn’t make you weak,” he growled. “That makes you rational and thoughtful… traits I like in a girl.”

A blush spread over my cheeks, but I didn’t look away. “Yeah, and that’s another thing,” I said. “I don’t want you to just be a one-night stand or a rebound fuck… If I’m gonna sleep with someone, I want it to be real.”

Jungkook leaned forward, our noses nearly touching, and I suddenly became very aware of the fact that I was still straddling him. He reached up and combed his hands through my hair, the strands falling between his fingers as I closed my eyes at his touch. “Who says this isn’t real?” he murmured. “You caught my eye the second you walked in my bar. We have a real connection, y/n. I don’t want you to be just a one-night stand, either.”

I didn’t know if what he was saying was true or not, but if I were to ever fall in love again, I knew that was going to be a risk I was going to have to take. I reached over Jungkook and pulled on the handle, popping open the car door and clambering off of him to the ground. I grabbed his hand, intertwining his fingers between mine. “Come on,” I said, nodding towards my apartment. “I have a bed up there that’s dying for some use.”

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Part Two coming soon!