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Emotionless (Doctor!Seokjin x Patient!OC) Part 8

Fast update~ I got Jin feels last night and wrote this fluffy fluff that is actually also a little smutty? Hardly at all since I don’t write smut, but it’s still a little suggestive I guess? xD I hope it’s enjoyable because I only read over it once and it’s pretty much pure fluff xP Genre: Fluffy fluff fluff feat evil Nayoung o; Words: 2,000+ Part 7 - Part 9

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“So Nayoung can talk now?!” Hoseok cried as he grabbed onto Taehyung’s arm, “I haven’t even met her yet~!”

“Yeah,” Yoongi slightly pouted, “When are we gonna meet her?”

“If I don’t meet her soon, one day I’ll just randomly show up in her room to hang out,” Namjoon folded his arms across his chest as Jimin rolled his eyes.

“You’ll meet her soon~,” Jimin laughed, “But one of us will have to be there with you because we still don’t want to overwhelm her.”

“And she can only reply with short answers,” Seokjin interjected, “She hasn’t said more than two to three words at a time to me.”

“And she really only talks to Taehyung and Jin Hyung,” Jungkook pouted, “She gets all nervous when it comes to speaking around Jimin and me.”

“Yeah!” Jimin cried, “What’s up with that!”

“Well, she’s known Jin Hyung and I the longest,” Taehyung laughed as he finally pried Hoseok off of him, “And speaking about Nayoung is reminding me about how we’re not with her which makes me nervous.”

“You nervous?!” Seokjin cried, “When the boss told me that Hyemi told him I’d spent too much time with her, I thought I would die! I’m so worried about her!”

“Hyemi wouldn’t dare try and hurt her again,” Jimin mumbled, “…Would she?”

“She better not!” Seokjin’s eyes widened, “Omo I need to go back to the hospital and check on her-”

“Calm down, Hyung,” Yoongi sighed, “If Hyemi dares to touch Nayoung, we’ll all be after her a**.”

“Yeah, plus I’ve been texting her this whole time,” Namjoon added as he put down his phone, “She told me to tell you to stop worrying and that she was fine.”

Seokjin’s face turned slightly red as Jimin giggled and poked his cheek, “Awww~ Hyung’s embarrassed!”

“I am not- Just- Ugh!” Seokjin hid his face as Jungkook laughed and went up behind Seokjin and rested his head on his hyung’s.

“You and Nayoung are so perfect for each other~!” he cutely cried, running away before he got hit by Seokjin’s wide defensive swing at him.

“They’re like that adorable couple that loves each other but wait forever to officially get together.” Taehyung added, sticking his tongue out at his Hyung.

“Yeah, and all their friends get annoyed and tell them to just date already because they both know they want  each other!” Jimin laughed, but ran to sit in Hoseok’s lap on the other side of the room to avoid Seokjin’s death glare.

Seokjin sighed in annoyance as he put his red face shamefully into his hands. He knew they were all right to some extent. He loved her so much, but he almost felt like getting in a relationship with her was wrong… But for once he didn’t really care about if it felt wrong in any way, shape, form, or fashion. He loved her a little too much to just let her get away from him. Nearly losing her was the biggest scare he’d ever encountered in his life…

“…We love you, Hyung~!” Taehyung cutely said while doing a little bit of aegyo, causing the room to erupt in laughs, even from Seokjin.

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“Is your head doing better?” Seokjin asked the second he got into the room. Nayoung laughed and rolled her eyes at Seokjin who couldn’t resist worrying, even though she said not to.

“Neh,” she nodded, holding her thumbs up in agreement. Seokjin smiled lovingly at her as he laid down in the bed in the small spot next to her. He let out a sigh as Nayoung laid back in the bed next to him, cuddling into his side.

Seokjin’s heart started to beat faster as her head rested on his shoulder. He smiled down at her and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.

The room was silent for a few minutes until Seokjin wrapped his arm around Nayoung’s waist, pulling her as close to him as possible.

“I love you, Nayoungie~,” he softly sang, “I feel like I can’t say that enough…”

“I love you, too, Oppa,” Nayoung replied as she rolled over so she could look at him with a smile. Seokjin giggled a little and softly kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her cheek. He pulled back slightly as he looked into her eyes with a content expression. He brushed his nose against hers and placed a soft kiss right next to her lips, causing Nayoung’s heart to jump.

Although, when he stopped there and laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes, Nayoung frowned. He did not just stop there, did he? It had been almost a week since she had seen him save for when he snuck in for a minute to give her a treat every day, along with a sweet forehead kiss. She had missed hanging out with him so much, and then he teases her like this? Sure they had never actually kissed on the lips before, but he can’t just stop like that.

Almost immediately an evil plan formed in her mind as she found herself smiling. Maybe acting a little different than usual to get what she wants isn’t a totally horrible thing to do… Just once couldn’t hurt, right?

Nayoung moved her left leg so that it was in between his legs. Seokjin’s closed eyes immediately opened and he almost jumped up at her action. Nayoung just took that as a sign to continue as she grabbed one of his hands and messed with his fingers. Wrapping her legs around his left one, she laid back on her side next to him with his arm around her. Her head laid on his shoulder and her breath conveniently brushed against his neck, causing him to get goosebumps.

“N-Nayoung?” Seokjin choked out as she looked up innocently. Their eyes locked as she bit her lip slightly, raising her eyebrows in a cute way that made Seokjin a little bothered.

“Wh-What are you doing?” he stuttered as Nayoung pouted innocently. She laid her head back down on his shoulder in a way where her face was close to his collar bone. She placed a gentle kiss on his collar bone and sent shivers down his spine, causing his arm around her to move her completely on top of him.

“Y-Yah!” he slightly cried as she looked at him with puppy dog eyes, “Why are you teasing me like this?!” he cried with a red face as Nayoung just innocently nestled her head into his neck, placing a few kisses on his neck.

“Nayoung!” he practically whined, “What are you trying to do to me??”

She continued to pull her innocent card as she looked up at him. Their eyes locked again as Seokjin sat up, pulling her up with him. She slightly squealed in surprised as she ended up sitting in his lap.

“Are you really trying to tease me?” his voice went from bothered to slightly cocky as Nayoung continued to put on her innocent face. Their eyes continued to stay on each other’s as Seokjin pulled her up against him. “Are you?”

Nayoung slightly pouted, and in the cutest voice possible said, “Oppa~…”

Seokjin swallowed nervously after she spoke and moved his eyes from hers. He couldn’t do something to make her uncomfortable… if he was to jump on her and do anything she was uncomfortable with, he would have to kill himself.

“N-Nayoung, can you not-”

“Saranghaeyo Oppa~!” she said, running a hand through his hair, pulling him a little closer. He continued to avoid her eyes as he held back the urge to lean over and attack her lips with his, but she was making it so hard.

“Nayoung, please-”

He froze when she forced his head closer to hers, their noses brushing against each other’s. Seokjin’s eyes locked on hers once again as his mind was clouded over. He couldn’t think rationally anymore; not with her being so adorable yet sexy at the same time.

His lips crashed on hers as she let out a hum of surprise, quickly regaining her thoughts and kissing him back. Her heart was beating so fast and the smile couldn’t leave her lips as her fingers massaged his head in a soothing way. His arms pulled her closer than before and deepened the previously innocent kiss to make it a deeper one.

Nayoung replied to the kiss by slightly moaning, causing Seokjin to feel even more bothered. He broke the kiss for air and leaned in to whisper in her ear, “If you keep doing that, we’re both going to do something we’ll regret.”

Nayoung just turned her head and caught his lips again in a sweet loving kiss. Seokjin’s clouded over state was slowly fading away as she lightly kissed him, running her fingers through his bangs.

All too suddenly, Seokjin pulled away with widened eyes and an apologetic look on his face, “Omomomo, I am so sorry!”

Nayoung giggled as fluffy Seokjin came back and pushed her away with a blush on his face.

“I shouldn’t have done that! That was so out of line and I understand it if you hate me.” Seokjin didn’t dare look at her after what he just did.

Nayoung rolled her eyes and sighed, running a hand back through his bangs, calming him down a little.

“Your confident side is adorable,” she giggled as Seokjin blushed and watched her place her head on his shoulder again. His eyes lit up hearing her full sentence, both because it was the longest thing she’d ever said to him and because it was a compliment towards him.

“You think so?” he laughed nervously, but Nayoung nodded and kissed his neck softly again.

“You’re so cute,” she complimented him again, “and I love you too much~.”

Seokjin could have died happy at her words, pulling her head up by her chin and giving her a long, gentle kiss. He pulled away and kissed her forehead as well, ending with a kiss on the end of her nose.

“I didn’t think it was so possible to love someone this much, but I was wrong~!” Seokjin practically sang as Nayoung slightly blushed at his words.

“Same to you,” she nodded, causing Seokjin to sigh and close his eyes in pure bliss.

“I thought there was no way to love you more until I heard your voice,” he started, pulling her back down to lay with him, “but then you spoke to me for the first time. Yelling or not, your voice is music to my ears. Please don’t ever stop talking to me~.”

Nayoung giggled and settled into his hold, “Arraseo~.”

“Nayoung~ Taehyung and I decided to-” Jungkook stopped short as he spotted the two lying in the bed in a cute position. They both shot up when they realize Jungkook and Taehyung had now walked into the room.

“Aish, it’s never a good time to walk in here with you two,” Taehyung whined, “I feel like I’m always intruding…”

Seokjin laughed and sighed, “If you guys want to hang out with my girlfriend, go on ahead. I have work I need to work on, anyway.”

Girlfriend? Nayoung couldn’t keep back from smiling, taking a huge liking to the sound of that.

“Ooo~ girlfriend, huh?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows as Jungkook just let out a series of ‘awww~!’s.

“Of course,” Seokjin nodded as Nayoung giggled at his confidence, “Anyway, I have to head off, arraseo?”

Nayoung nodded and Seokjin started to move out of the bed, only to turn around and give Nayoung a soft kiss on the lips for a second. Jungkook giggled as Taehyung started childishly chanting ‘Jin and Nayoung sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!’

Seokjin got up and brushed past the man-children he called family. “I’ll be back in a few hours~! Bye!”

Everyone waved bye, but Jungkook instantly jumped to challenge Nayoung at one of the Wii games he had left in her room. Taehyung laughed and took a seat in the chair next to her bed as Jungkook and Nayoung began battling to see who would win.

And done~ I don’t really have much to say other than I hope it wasn’t a fail chapter. I just really wanted to write some NaJin fluff ;o;

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Emotionless (Doctor!Seokjin x Patient!OC) Part 9

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I LOVE EVERYONE WHO WAITED FOR THIS In short, I started school and got busy and tired, so omg I’m so sorry this took so long and I hope you enjoy this part~ I feel like I almost put too much fluff into this part? But then again this series was intended to be really fluffy xD Genre: Flufffff x1000 Words: 2,500+ Part 8 - Final

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“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Seokjin asked, his voice wavering a little. Nayoung looked to Jimin who was smiling and nodding behind Seokjin and she mimicked his moves.

“Neh. As long as you’re fine with it.” She spoke and softly, thinking about each word like when she had voice therapy lessons from Namjoon and Yoongi.

“Namjoon, you’re making her say too much,” Yoongi scowled, “Is that really what you want your first impression to be? Her teacher that forces too much on her at once?”

“Yoongi Hyung,” Namjoon sighed as he signaled for Nayoung to stop reading. “It’s not like she’s never spoken before, and she reads in her head all the time, remember?” He paused and turned to Nayoung, “I’m not putting too much on you, am I?”

“Ani,” Nayoung shook her head as Yoongi looked down, “I’ll be fine Yoongi Oppa.”

Yoongi’s face burned as she said ‘Oppa’ and he turned to face his back to her, “Yeah, whatever. Go on with it Namjoon.”

“I-I mean!” Seokjin shook his hands as if to erase what he said before, “I don’t mean to sound like I don’t want you to, but the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable.”

“Aish, Hyung…” Jimin laughed and put an arm around Seokjin’s shoulders, “Do you think we’ll scare her off or something? It’s not like she hasn’t met all of us.”

“NAYOUNGIE!”

Nayoung looked up from her book as the door flung open, revealing Seokjin, Hoseok, and Jimin. Hoseok had a huge smile on his face as he practically ran into the room and jumped onto Nayoung’s bed.

“Y-Yah!!” Seokjin cried as Hoseok wrapped his arms around her in a sudden hug, “Hoseok I might just skin you alive if you do anything like that again! You’re gonna scare her!”

“Seokjin Oppa, I’m fine,” Nayoung giggled as Hoseok grabbed her cheeks.

“Omo! You are so ADORABLE! I can see why Jin Hyung has an obsession with hearing your voice!”

“Y-Yah!”

“Hobi Hyung,” Jimin sat next to the bed, “Calm down~. I know it’s exciting getting to meet her but if you scream too much then we’ll get kicked out by Jin Hyung’s favorite person.”

Hoseok raised his eyebrows, “Nayoung?”

Nayoung’s face burned at Hoseok’s answer as Jimin giggled, “No no, I mean his “favorite” person. I said it with sarcasm.”

“I heard no sarcasm,” Hoseok crossed his arms across his chest as Jimin frowned in slight annoyance.

“I was talking about Hyemi,” Jimin stuck his tongue out at Hoseok, “She’s been really grumpy with all of us more than usual ever since Seokjin and Nayoung started dating.”

“Aigoo!” Hoseok smiled back at Nayoung, “You two are so cute together~! I have never shipped a couple harder than you two.”

Seokjin and Nayoung’s faces heated up as Hoseok turned to Jimin, “Aish, I left my gift for her in the car, didn’t I?”

Jimin nodded, “Neh, you want to go get it?”

Hoseok smirked and laughed as Seokjin sighed in annoyance as he figured out what they were doing.

“We’ll be back in a few minutes, lovebirds~!” Jimin called back as Hoseok blew kisses, causing Seokjin to slightly glare at them and mentally scold them before moving over to talk to Nayoung.

“I just…” Seokjin whined as Nayoung grabbed his hand and kissed the back of it. He turned to her and his eyes softened, grabbing her other hand with his. She smiled at him and kissed him on the nose.

“Oppa, I love you and your friends,” she whispered as Jimin turned and looked at his phone, “You don’t have to worry.”

“Nayoungie,” he moved his arms around her waist, “I know you do, but those guys can be too much sometimes…”

Nayoung kissed his cheek softly and then laid her head on his shoulder, “Oppa…”

“Plus I won’t get to see you as much,” his grip tightened on her as he buried his face in her hair.

Jimin glanced at them and smiled, grabbing his phone and taking a picture of them without them knowing.

“I’ll miss seeing you all day, too,” Nayoung buried her hands in his hair, “But I have to check out of this room soon before I get kicked out.”

Seokjin nodded, “I know…”

“Plus, you’ll have the chance to sleep with her all night,” Jimin chimed in, causing Nayoung and Seokjin’s eyes to widen. Nayoung buried her face in his neck and Seokjin just glared at Jimin.

“Jimin,” Seokjin snapped and then began whining, “See Nayoung! This is what you’ll have to live with!”

Nayoung giggled and pulled Seokjin down so she could lay beside him, “He’s not wrong… We’ll have more privacy there.”

“Are you kidding?” Seokjin scoffed, “We’ll have even less privacy.”

“I’m sure the boys would listen to me,” Nayoung stuck out her bottom lip as Jimin and Seokjin’s eyes softened, “They wouldn’t want to make me uncomfortable or upset, would they?”

“Absolutely not!”

All three of them turned their heads to see Taehyung and Hoseok in the doorway. Jimin nodded in agreement with them as they made their way into the room.

“Jin Hyung, if you think for a second that any of us will do anything to make her seriously uncomfortable, you’ve gone insane.”

“We wouldn’t do a thing to hurt Nayoungie~.” Hoseok smiled and sent a heart to Nayoung.

Seokjin sighed and felt Nayoung’s hand lightly squeeze his own, “Neh, neh… Arraseo. We’ll move her in next week.”

“Next week?” Jimin frowned, “Nayoung say she wanted to move in tomorrow.”

Seokjin bit his lip and pulled Nayoung closer to him, “But-”

“But nothing!” Taehyung cried, “You will listen to her wants for everything but this?”

Nayoung looked to Seokjin and then back at the other three, “Yah, can I talk to Seokjin Oppa in private?”

Hoseok nodded and saluted to Nayoung before Jimin or Taehyung even said a word. “We’ll be outside if you need us~!”

They quickly moved out of the room as Nayoung moved her hand to the collar of his shirt.

“I think we both know what this is actually about.”

Seokjin sighed and frowned, giving her a tight squeeze around her waist.

“I love you so much Seokjin,” Nayoung said softly, “and I don’t want to do anything that you don’t think I’m ready for… but if I don’t get out of here soon, things will just get worse.”

Seokjin immediately knew what she was implying as he sighed. Last week must have been an eye-opening moment for her.

“Nayoung’s blood pressure is dropping significantly. It’s dropping way too fast,” Seokjin heard another doctor reading off a report. His eyes widened as he ran up to the doctor.

“Mwoh?!” he said as he grabbed the clipboard from the doctor, “Why?!”

“We think it’s because she was given the wrong medicine, but we’re not 100% sure y-”

Seokjin threw the clipboard back at the doctor as he ran to Nayoung’s room, only to see that she had been rolled out.

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“Nayoung!” Seokjin shouted when he saw her walking to a vending machine hours later, “Nayoung, wh-what are you doing out of bed!?”

Nayoung looked over to Seokjin and was quickly engulfed in his arms. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. She had hoped that he hadn’t heard what happened, but knowing how small the hospital is and how much gossip goes around with the doctors, she knew it wasn’t likely.

“I’m fine now, Oppa… I’m totally fine.”

“B-But I heard that-”

“I know, Oppa.” She cut him off, “I’m fine.”

“What kind of idiot nurse gives you the wrong medicine!? Do they know that you almost died?!”

Nayoung pushed him away slightly and smiled softly, “I’m fine. I’ll be fine, Oppa.”

His eyes softened when they came in contact with hers. He sighed softly and ran his hand soothingly up and down her back, “Arraseo...”

Nayoung continued smiling as she placed a soft kiss on Seokjin’s nose, “Thank you for worrying, but I’ll be fine. The doctor just mixed up my medicine.”

Seokjin nodded and pulled Nayoung’s arm, leading her back to her room, “Which nurse was it?”

Nayoung blinked and swallowed nervously, keeping her eyes trained on the hall in front of her, “I don’t know. The nurse that gave it to me wasn’t the one that handles my medicine.”

Seokjin looked to Nayoung and lightly bumped shoulders with her, “Yah… I’m not going to hurt them or anything. I just want to know so that I can tell them to be more careful. It’s not that new nurse that doesn’t know anything, is it?”

Nayoung shook her head as her eyes locked onto one of the nurses down the hall. Her breath hitched in her throat as her eyes moved back down to the tile, “It wasn’t. You don’t have to talk to her, Oppa. I appreciate it-”

“It was Hyemi, wasn’t it?”

Nayoung’s eyes widened and she glanced up nervously as her eyes locked onto the eyes of the person she hoped didn’t hear him.

“Wh-What? What makes you think-?”

“Did she threaten you? Omo Nayoung, what all has she done to you!?” Seokjin panicked as he grabbed her arm and pulled her to a halt. He looked all around and locked eyes with Hyemi, quickly looking away. He looked around and then pulled Nayoung behind the desk to their right, bringing her into his office for the first time.

“Nayoung, please,” Seokjin grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it, “I don’t want anything to happen to you. That was life threatening, and if she did that to you on purpose, I need to report her.”

“S-Seokjin Oppa,” Nayoung choked out and shook her head, “I don’t want to get any more on her bad side than I already am.”

“Nayoung.” Seokjin grabbed her shoulders, “I know where you’re coming from, but are you kidding me? She deserves everything coming at her.”

“But what if she didn’t do it on purpose?” she whispered, noticing other people listening in on their conversation, “What if it was 100% an accident?”

The room was totally silent as Seokjin thought for a moment, only to shake his head, “How could she be dumb enough to accidentally switch-”

“Oppa, please, just don’t tell anyone.”

Seokjin bit his lip and started massaging her hands, “Jagiya…”

Nayoung breathed in sharply hearing that word come from his mouth, “I just want to get out of her life as soon as possible.”

“I know,” Seokjin mumbled into her hair, “I understand that, Jagi.”

“But I want you to also know I’m ready for this,” she nodded, “I want to leave. I’ve been here for a little over a year and I’m sick of not being able to go out and do things like I used to.”

Seokjin nodded to her words again, not daring to interrupt her talking. This is the most he had ever heard her speak and he was loving every moment of it.

“I know it’ll be scary going out there with all the awful people, but I think I’ll be okay. I’m more comfortable with people and I’m not terrified of talking anymore.” Nayoung was getting absorbed in talking to him and hadn’t even noticed how much she had been talking, “I love you and all the guys… I want to be able to go out with you guys instead of keeping you all in… I’m tired of being handicapped.”

She took a deep breath and then looked up to Seokjin, “and I want to be a good girlfriend to you to repay you and the others. I want to do all I can to repay what you’ve all given me.”

“Nayoungie-” Seokjin stopped her, “Aniyo… You don’t have to repay anything…”

“Yes I do!” she frowned, “I have to prove to you that I can be the best girlfriend you could have ever chosen~.”

“You’ve already shown me that,” Seokjin laughed as he kissed her ear, “You’ve shown me that and more.”

“B-But eventually those things will seem so small and you’ll realize how much better you can do.”

“Yah.” Seokjin sat up as Nayoung groaned. Here comes another lecture on how stupid her thoughts are. “Is this about you being afraid that I’ll leave you?”

“A-Aniyo…” she shook her head, “I just sometimes think that you should have better than me, so I want to be better than I’ve ever been~!”

“You’re already the best, arraseo?” he whispered in her ear as she slightly squeaked, “I couldn’t and won’t ask for any more of you.”

Nayoung pouted as Seokjin just giggled and placed a soft, sweet kiss on her lips. His arms tightened around her waist as she kissed him back. Seokjin’s lips formed a smile as Nayoung’s hands trailed up his chest. Her hands sent a shiver down his back as he let out a slight moan, causing Nayoung to deepen the kiss a little.

The kiss didn’t become too heated, but it lasted for a minute or two longer with little breaths in between. The two didn’t break until they heard the door slowly slide open. They had obviously been kissing, but they didn’t act like it as Jimin and Jungkook stepped in.

“Hyung,” Jimin smiled, “I called the others over to bring Nayoung to the dorm~.”

Seokjin sighed and pouted, “Aish, I forgot about that.”

“Oppa agreed to let me go~.” Nayoung smiled as she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. Seokjin slightly groaned again as she continued smiling and cuddling up on him.

“I can’t believe that you’re moving in with us~,” Jungkook laughed as Jimin wrapped his arm around him, “It’ll be nice to have a female around!”

Nayoung giggled as Jimin moved to pack up the game system Jungkook and Taehyung had bought to keep at the hospital with Nayoung. Seokjin attempted to sit up, but Nayoung kept him down for a few more seconds.

“I love you,” she whispered before kissing him passionately for a few seconds, “Thank you, Oppa.”

Seokjin smiled at her as she sat up and pulled him with her.

“Alright people! We need to get a move on!” Taehyung entered the room while clapping his hands loudly, “Nayoung doesn’t have too much stuff for us to move, but we still need to hurry up so she can get settled in as soon as possible.”

“Whoa- what? We’re not moving her in today-?” Seokjin blinked and sat up with Nayoung.

“Oh… we’re not?” Jimin scratched the back of his head and a nervous smile appeared on his face.

“Well, we are now~!” Jungkook laughed and zipped up his gaming backpack.

“Y-Yah!” Seokjin cried as he pouted, “But I have to work tomorrow… and she won’t be here…”

“It’ll be okay, Jin Hyung,” Taehyung nodded and patted his head, only to get swatted away.

“It’s okay, Oppa,” Nayoung spoke up, “I don’t mind moving in tonight…”

“B-But… I’ll miss you…” he frowned.

“Aish, you’ve only said that about ten million times, Jin Hyung,” Jimin groaned, “Just grow up already!”

Seokjin glared at Jimin as Nayoung sighed and got up out of the bed, “I’ll miss you, too, but I’m still going to move in~!” She stuck her tongue out at him as he playfully glared at her.

“Fine,” he pouted, “Whatever you want, Princess.”

I hope it wasn’t horrible ^^; Once again I’m sorry I took so long on this! I’m slowly closing in on the end, but I don’t know how many more parts I’ll make, it really just depends on how many readers I still have. ^^

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Jerk Barista (AU!Yoongi x OC) Part 1

Based off of the LONG OVERDO REQUEST: "You’re my jerk barista who purposely screws up my name when I order my caffeine fix AU"

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FIRST OFF. Secondly, I wasn’t originally going to post this into parts, but once I got the idea that I have, it ended up being SUPER long. I’m not gonna even start on how many times I wrote and rewrote this... I hope everyone likes this! It’s been so long since I’ve written something, so it felt good to write this ToT

Genre: Honestly, I have no idea. Not really angst but kinda Words: 2700+ Part 2

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It was a rainy Thursday afternoon at the warm and cozy coffee shop. For the most part, it was quiet and peaceful as the sound of the rain and soft voices filled the place. The temperature in the shop was as perfect as usual, not too hot and not too cold.

Well, all until the door swung open and a girl stumbled in the shop, wet and cold. She was holding a million bags which were all dripping wet. The customers all took notice of her as she smiled sheepishly and bowed in apology.

It was like this most of the time, so the usuals in the cafe were used to it. Most days she would storm into the shop in a hurry to just get her coffee and leave. The only difference for today is that not only was she storming in, she was also drenched from head to toe.

The staff was pretty used to it as well, if not expectant of it. One of the workers in particular scoffed at her every time she came in looking like a mess. He didn’t know her job and he didn’t know why she was always rushing in, but he found it amusing every time she did.

She quickly walked to a booth to set her bags down before heading over to the desk. There was always only one cashier open at this hour, so she walked up to the cash register as always, though her slight death glare at him didn’t go unnoticed.

“I’ll have the usual,” she nodded and gave a sweet smile, “I’m not in a rush today, so take your time.”

“I wasn’t planning on rushing, anyway,” he replied as he turned his back to her to begin the process of making her complicated cup of coffee. “You should go to the back and get a towel. The boss should have one laying on the table that you can use.”

“Neh!” she smiled and nodded, practically jumping over the counter and getting it wet. “Yah!” the barista cried, “--Michi, I swear if it weren’t for you, my job would be so much easier.”

Before heading to the back, she turned around and glared at him, “My name is MariChae, not Michi! Min Yoongi, how many times do I have to tell you that?”

The barista, Yoongi, just glared back and pointed to the wet countertop, “I’ll get your name right when you stop creating problems for me.”

Mari just stuck her tongue out at him and headed to the back as Yoongi groaned and grabbed a towel to wipe off the counter. It didn’t take long for her to get back as she slid over the countertop again, leaving another mess for him to clean up.

“Aish, Michi, I don’t know what to do with you,” he grumbled and continued wiping the counter off. It didn’t take but a minute to finish as he returned to the coffee he had been making.

Mari watched him as he poured the drink into one of the coffee cups. She slowly laid down the money she needed to pay for the coffee and waited for him to turn around and hand it to her.

“You know, I just realized how picky you are,” Yoongi sighed as he placed a lid on top of her cup. Mari gave him a look as he turned around and leaned against the counter behind him.

“It’s not like I was hiding it from you,” she shrugged and leaned closer, “But that’s besides the point… I’m cold and thirsty, so can I have my coffee now?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and placed it on the counter in front of her. “Happy now, Michi?”

Mari sighed and ignored his taunting as she grabbed and coffee and held it close to her to warm her up a little. “I don’t know why you call me that when it’s not my name~.”

Yoongi grabbed a towel and threw it over his shoulder as he grabbed the money she had placed on the counter, “Haven’t we already talked about this? Michida means ‘to be crazy’ so I think it’s very fitting.”

“But I’m not crazy,” Mari frowned playfully as Yoongi rolled his eyes and threw his towel at her.

“Say that again after you look at yourself in the mirror.” he commented as another customer came in the door. Mari looked to the door and moved away from the counter as they ordered their coffee.

“I don’t understand why you’re so mean to me Min Yoongi… I haven’t done anything to you,” she thought outloud as Yoongi just scoffed and continued working with the customer in front of him.

“You’ve done everything to me, Michi,” he mumbled as he turned around to make the customer’s coffee.

Mari glared at him in disbelief and pouted to the customer waiting for their coffee, “Aish, he’s so rude to me! It isn’t right to treat a girl this way…”

“It’s not like it’s illegal,” Yoongi commented before the customer could say anything. Mari’s eyes moved back to Yoongi as he turned around and handed the poor customer their coffee. Once the coffee was in their hand, they took off and didn’t bother looking back.

“You’re eventually gonna scare people away,” Yoongi glared at Mari, “Do you really want to jeopardize your brother’s coffee house just because you’re annoying?”

“I’m not jeopardizing anything. If anyone’s gonna take his cafe down, it’s you.” Mari gave a smile and Yoongi just rolled his eyes and looked the other way.

“You’re the only one that I treat this way, Michi,” Yoongi stated as he threw another towel over his shoulder, “Call it ‘special treatment’ if you will.”

Mari frowned and crossed her arms across her chest, “There’s nothing ‘special’ about being treated like dirt…”

“Sure there is!” Yoongi said with a smirk, “I could treat you a whole lot worse…”

Mari sighed and turned away from him, “Fine, I’ll just wait to come back and flirt with Jungkookie once his shift starts. It’s more enjoyable to talk to him anyway.”

“You do that, then…” Yoongi mumbled as Mari found his mumbling amusing. Once again the sound of the door opening could be heard as another customer walked in the door.

They walked up to the register and ordered their coffee as Mari stared at them with a look of suspicion.

They slowly turned to look at her and gave her a nervous laugh and wave. Mari sat there and just stared at them in thought as they looked back ahead of them, waiting.

“You’re going to burn a hole into her head, Michi,” Yoongi said without turning around to even look at her while making the customer's coffee. Mari looked away from the customer as they nervously laughed. “This is what I mean by scaring people away.”

“It’s alright,” the customer spoke up, “Things like that don't make me uncomfortable.”

“See!” Mari’s eyes lit up, “I’m not as bad as you think I am!” She could actually feel Yoongi’s annoyance even though he was turned around. The customer just laughed and tilted her head to the side, “Well, you’re not that bad, but I wouldn’t do that to every customer that comes in.”

“I don’t do it to every customer. I’m hardly ever in here…” Mari defended herself as the girl looked from Yoongi to Mari.

“Well then I don’t see why he’s giving you so much trouble…” the customer said as Mari nodded in agreement and took a sip of her coffee. As if on cue, the coffee machine’s light turned green and Yoongi poured it into a cup for her.

“There you go,” he said as he put in her total. “That’ll be $3.50.”

“Oh, that’s not bad,” she smiled and pulled out her wallet, “The other coffee place I used to use a lot charged 5 dollars for a small!”

“That’s why this place is better,” Mari added, “We have low prices and the best coffee in town!”

The customer laughed at Mari and grabbed her credit card back from Yoongi, “Thank you for the talk, and the coffee!”

Mari waved after her and Yoongi wiped the counter off again. Mari’s eyes moved back over to Yoongi before she remembered the bags that she left in the booth behind her. “Oh- my bags!” She jumped off the stool she was sitting on and grabbed them from the booth and put them up on the counter.

Yoongi frowned and pointed at the bags, “Those can’t stay there.” He didn’t wait for her to reply before he pulled the off the counter and put them behind it, “What are those for, anyway?”

“I just got back from a business trip,” Mari began explaining, “and Seokjin Oppa told me to come straight here to see him when I got back, so I did.” Mari grabbed her coffee and took a sip, “Though I’m surprised with how hard it’s raining… It wasn’t raining this hard when my plane landed.”

“Oh, that’s where you’ve been,” Yoongi nodded, “I kinda wish that trip lasted another week or so.”

Mari glared and him and took another sip of coffee, “And I definitely did not miss you. I wish Jungkook worked this early instead of you.”

“He does, just not every day,” Yoongi laughed, “Plus it would be a pleasure to not have to see you every morning. Seeing you first thing every day drains my energy.”

Mari ignored his comment and drank some more of her coffee, “I don’t come here to talk to you anyway. I come because I love my brother and supporting him and his coffee shop.”

“Oh please,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, “You do not come here for him, you don’t even see him every time you come in.”

“Yes I do!” Mari defended, “...and maybe also because his coffee is good… but I come here for him, too!”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and took the hat that was on his head off to fix his hair. His hair was a soft blonde and it really looked nice on him, especially when he wore black like the uniform he had on.

Mari’s mind blanked out as she watched him put his hat back on and then rest his back on the counter behind him. He sighed and blew his bangs up as he did so, moving his eyes to look at Mari. He noticed she was practically staring at him and he raised his eyebrows, feeling a smirk place on his face.

Mari seemed to be blanked out as she just continued to look at him, so he decided to mess with her.

“Are you sure you’re not just coming here to stare at me?” He asked, causing her to blink a few times and turn a little red.

“Wh-what’d you say?” She asked a little flustered. He hadn't ever really seen her this way, so he couldn't help but continue to tease her. He moved over in front over her and leaned on the counter

“Are you sure you're here just for your brother, Michi?” Yoongi smirked even more as Mari started to lean away, “There isn't any other reason you come here every morning during my shift?”

Mari quickly began to glare at him while he just found her reaction amusing, “What are you talking about max Min Yoongi? You’ve got to be really arrogant to think I come here to see you. It's not like you’re that attractive or nice to be around.”

As those last words came out of her mouth, she could feel the lie in them. He was undoubtedly attractive, and while he wasn't the best to talk to, Mari honestly enjoyed their arguing back and forth.

Though this situation was a little different.

“Oh?” Was all he said in reply as Mari tried her best to smile and nod. “You’re not very convincing.”

Mari found herself blinking in surprise while she stared at Yoongi. Since when did he get cocky and decide to tease her about something like this? This is the first time anything like this has happened, and it was really weird…

“Min Yoongi, where did this even come from?” Mari shot back, “even if I did have some kind of interest in you, why would you want to acknowledge that fact? I would think that you would act as if you knew nothing and make sure that I knew that you didn't like me.”

Yoongi shrugged and continued to mess with her. He knew she was right because he did that to girls all the time, but there was something about her that made this opportunity too good to pass.

“Why would I do that?” Yoongi asked, but Mari just glared at him. He was just trying to mess with her, and she was not putting up with that. He can insult her and call her names, but playing with her love life is something she was not willing to put up with.

“Min Yoongi,” she glared at him, “Stop it. Go back to just insulting me and telling me about how I ruin your life.”

“But how could I do that when I love you?” He raised his eyebrows and watched in amusement as Mari’s face turned a dark red. Her expressions were all over the place from mad and embarrassed, to upset and confused.

She opened her mouth and closed it a few times before she closed her eyes and thought for a second. Though, she quickly decided she didn't really want to listen to her own thoughts.

‘I just wish he wasn’t just messing with me.’

“Alright, that’s a little too far…” Mari mumbled, trying to get some coherent words out. “Haha, you’re really funny Yoongi.” She progressively got more and more upset as she thought about what he just said, “Is that what you wanted to hear from me?”

Yoongi frowned and looked down at the counter, “No, I was expecting more of an ‘I love you, too’ than a pat on the back.”

Mari glared at him and hit him with the towel that he had been using to clean the counter. “Stop it before I hurt your for real.”

“Aish,” Yoongi grumbled as he grabbed the towel and threw it on the counter behind him. He could feel his hair all in the wrong places as he took the hat off and shook his hair out. He didn’t bother to put the hat back on as he looked back at Mari, “What was that for?”

Mari glared again and reached for a sign that was sitting by the coffee table and hit him with it. “What do you mean ‘what was that for?’? Are you kidding me?”

“Is it bad that you’re fun to mess with?” Yoongi asked as he rubbed the spot on his head that she hit, “It’s not like either of us actually want anything like that.”

Mari attempted to give a quick response to cover up the fact that what he said was a lie, “Even if that was true, you don’t say those things! That’s not messing around, that’s just being straight up mean!”

“Aish, if you want I’ll apologize,” he said with an almost disgusted look on his face. “If I knew you’d be that offended I never would have said anything.”

“You shouldn’t have said anything no matter what I said!” Mari cried, not caring about the customers that were probably behind her trying to enjoy their coffee in peace.

Yoongi sighed and looked at Mari, starting to feel bad for what he said. His intentions for saying it were wrong, and he found himself not totally disgusted with the idea of loving her.

Though the fact that this thought even ran through his mind made him uncomfortable and he looked at the door to the shop, suddenly wishing that he could leave. He can’t like her; not even a little bit. It doesn’t make logical sense.

“Yoongi.” Mari called, but Yoongi didn’t bother looking at her.

“Mianhae, it won’t happen again.” Yoongi replied, move behind the register. As if a miracle happened, a group of customers entered the shop to order some coffee. Mari looked over to the door and sighed, grabbing her coffee and taking a sip. Right before they got to the register, she jumped over the counter and made sure to leave a mark as she disappeared into the back.

Yoongi spotted the muddy smudge on the counter and sighed, quickly placing the towel over the mess and then rushing back to the register to take orders.

AHH That’s the sound of me being happy that you read this, please don’t be scared. This series won’t be long at all- I think I’m only going with three parts... I might squeeze it into two. (totally did not end up being ten parts) Though, I do want to see if people like it! I’ll post the next chapter no matter what, but after being gone for so long it would be really encouraging to see that people will still read my stuff ^^; Thanks for reading!

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Emotionless (Doctor!Seokjin x Patient!OC) Final

This one is a long one, I think the longest chapter of them all... But it’s also over a year late, and I’m so sorry it took me so long to finish this. I’m not going to ramble too much, so I hope you enjoy the final part to Emotionless!

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The rest of the day went perfectly as planned, except for Seokjin who found himself really lonely without Nayoung being present at the office. His day seemed a lot longer than usual as he was waiting for the clock to hit 10:00 so that he could dart out of the office and head home to check on everyone.

Hyemi felt herself sighing from her seat at the front desk as her eyes traveled to the room Nayoung had been occupying for a little more than a year. She had been watching Jungkook, Jimin, Hoseok, and Namjoon carry some boxes out of her room earlier, and her mind was trying to process that she was leaving.

She wasn’t surprised in the slightest that she was leaving; she was actually really grateful. Seokjin would quit slacking, and she would quit making mistakes because of jealousy issues. She didn’t even bother clarifying it with Seokjin, but the incident last week was actually a complete accident. Well, it was more or less.

Hyemi took a deep breath as she was walking down the hall, heading into the room next to Nayoung’s. On her way there, she peaked in the door, noticing that she was asleep with an empty food tray next to her. She sighed and went ahead and entered the room to pick up the try and check her medicine. It was running low, so she just decided to take it to the back and save one of the other nurses the trouble of changing it.

She exited the room and hurried to check on the patient she was originally going to, and soon after that, she left the room to head to the back. She was looking for medicine for Nayoung and the other patient as she grabbed them both and ran them into their respective rooms.

It wasn’t until the next day when she realized she had switched the medications and what she had done to Nayoung’s health. She was nearly fired for the incident when she fessed up to it being her, but she just got off with a warning. One more slip up and she was gone.

She wanted to be mad at Nayoung for the incident- she wanted to tell Seokjin what really happened. She knows that Nayoung found out it was her who last had her medicine, and if Seokjin hadn’t figured it out from her, Hyemi would be shocked. At this point, her relationship with Seokjin was over, and nothing could change that. Not even a miracle would make him forgive her.

While the thoughts were upsetting, she easily got over it. Things were about to get better because Nayoung is gone and Hyemi was moving into another department away from Seokjin tomorrow.

Despite all that happened, she glanced over at Seokjin who was staring at the clock. He looked like he was trying to move the hands with his mind, which made Hyemi roll her eyes. A small smile was on her face as she looked down at her hands.

“Maybe I could have someone like him one day.”

***

A few weeks had gone by and everything was running smoothly. Nayoung was adjusting perfectly to staying at the apartment, and she even started to grow closer to all of them. Jimin would always take her out to eat somewhere when she was hungry, and they would sometimes set up a picnic at the park. Jungkook continued to introduce her to new games, and he even got her into playing Pokemon and trading Pokemon with him. Taehyung was very lenient with her as time went by, and he quit worrying like Seokjin would. He would mainly watch anime with her when she was bored or when she wanted to hang out with him.

Yoongi was busy a lot of the time, but when he wasn’t, he would show her some of his tracks that he was working on. She would sometimes praise the track, and sometimes she would help him with lyrics when he was having trouble. Hoseok was working a good bit, but he was mainly working during the night and sleeping during the day. When he would wake up in the afternoon, he would try and do something with Nayoung, but he never cared what it was. It would mainly consist of scrolling down social media and looking at cute animal videos until they couldn’t find anything they hadn’t seen before. As for Namjoon, he wasn’t as busy on tracks, but he was balancing jobs, so he was hardly home. When he was home, he would try and teach her some English words that would be easy for her to say, and even shared some stories of adventures in America that she would listen to in awe.

Mostly, though, she would hang around Seokjin when he got home. She didn’t get to see him as much as she would have liked, but she took an interest in trying to cook for him before he got home. Sometimes, she would wait for him to get home and they would cook together, but she found it more pleasing to surprise him with a meal and watch his face light up at the taste. She also took to doing his laundry for him, and sometimes she would even help the other guys, and scold them when they forget to get dishes out of their rooms.

Things around the place had been settling down, and everyone was getting used to having Nayoung in their life. Everyone and everything was content for three months up until Nayoung had been informed of her family.

She hadn’t wanted to talk about them to any of the guys, not even Seokjin, until he found out that her mother had been staying at the same hospital he worked at. He didn’t realize it until one day, one of his patients with alzheimer's disease started talking to him like he was someone else. The name Nayoung slipped out of her mouth, which caught him off guard. He was thinking about it for the rest of the day, unable to work. After a few hours, the old lady’s son came up to the hospital, and Seokjin asked him if he could talk to him for a few minutes.

He didn’t tell the son or the old woman that he knew Nayoung, he just asked him who she was and why she was talking about her earlier. Her son had stated that he has a sister who is 4 years older than him, and she ran away from home when she was 20. She told him the night before that she couldn’t stand being around her mom because of how abusive she could be when someone tried to help her do things she couldn’t do anymore.

She went missing, but the cops wouldn’t do anything to look for her since she ran away on her own free will and since she was old enough to be on her own. After he got done talking to Seokjin about it, he had tears staining his face as he told him that he wished he could see her again.

He was afraid to tell Nayoung, but when he got home, she could sense something was wrong as they all ate dinner. She asked Taehyung if she could use their shared room to talk about what was bothering him.

Once he came clean with it, Nayoung got really emotional. He was afraid that she was being reminded of the bus crash, and he tried to comfort her the best he could. She cried into his shoulder, and with words that were hard to understand, she told him that the night she ran away was when she got into the bus accident.

It took her a few days, but she calmed down enough to explain to Seokjin what all had happened in a story similar to her brother’s. She had been really worn down by her mom, and she planned on running away for a few weeks to calm down. After the crash, she lost all will to ever see her family again, and she was afraid to show her face around them. The rest of the guys soon found out and came to comfort her the best they could. They had all been worried about her the past few days, but Seokjin wouldn’t tell them what was wrong until she was okay with it.

Not even two weeks later, the old woman, Nayoung’s mom, passed away in her hospital bed. Nayoung wasn’t upset at the news, but more of nervous. She wanted to see her dad and brother again. She thought about going to her mom’s funeral for her mom, even if she wasn’t the best one in her last few years.

Not only did she attend the funeral, but the rest of the guys went with her. She was really nervous, nearly hysterical about it, and they all wanted to be there to support her. When she first arrived, all her distant family didn’t recognize her, and she wasn’t surprised. She hadn’t met them but a few times in her childhood and most of their names were forgettable. She only knew a few people who were there, and she figured the only ones that would remember her were her mom’s closest friends and her immediate family.

While she showed up to the funeral as her daughter, she didn’t sit with the rest of the family. She didn’t even think they knew she was there. She even debated not even talking to them, but the rest of the guys encouraged her to speak to them. They didn’t really notice her the entire time, but right after the funeral, most of the people left for the burial sight right away.

Some of the guys left, like Yoongi and Namjoon who were pressed for time, but the rest of them stayed with her. They all continued sitting in the back as Nayoung stared at her hands in distress. She didn’t know how she was going to talk to them, and she was worried about what they would say to her.

Her dad and brother eventually got up from the front, both looking worn out. On their way down the aisle, her brother spotted Seokjin at the back of the room, holding a girl really close to comfort her. He was surprised to see him there as he walked up and smiled to him, “Doctor Seokjin… you came?”

Seokjin gave a small smile as Nayoung froze in her position. She was looking down at her hands, and she was too afraid to look up. His arm around her tightened as she took a deep breath. The rest of the guys around them watched Seokjin and Nayoung’s brother as Seokjin started to reply.

“Neh, I come to most of my patient’s funerals,” he nodded, “But that’s not exactly why I came to this one.”

Nayoung’s brother looked confused and looked to the rest of who was with him. His eyes stopped on the nervous girl before him as his mind started to play tricks on him.

“Jihun…” Nayoung spoke really softly as her brother looked at her with surprise. His mind had to be… “Jihun… Mianhaeyo…”

Jihun, Nayoung’s brother, looked at her with the same expression for several seconds before he looked back to Seokjin, “D-Doctor…?”

Seokjin looked at Nayoung and gave her a reassuring squeeze as she wiped some tears from her face. She needed to look up- she couldn’t hide her face forever. Slowly but surely, she looked up at Jihun, taking a deep breath. Seokjin’s arms loosened a little as Jihun’s eyes got wider and wider.

From behind, her father walked up to his son to see what was going on, only to have his eyes lock on Nayoung.

“N-Nayoung…” he said with red, wide eyes. A shaking hand went to rub his forehead while his brain was processing, “Omo, Nayoung… you…”

Jihun launched himself forward and embraced her in a hug as her eyes widened for a second, adjusting her mind to what just happened. A slow smiled started to creep on her face as a tear fell from her eye, and she moved her arms up to hug him back.

The rest of the afternoon she spent with her family and Seokjin as the other guys went home after making sure Nayoung was alright. Seokjin explained most of what had happened to save Nayoung from talking about it, fearing that if she did, she might have issues or flashbacks to the crash.

The day ended on a good note as they thanked Seokjin for all he had done for them, and just like that, the day was over. Nayoung stayed in touch with her brother and dad and continued to apologize for worrying them. She didn’t have any issues with either of them because it was her mom that drove her out, so there weren’t any hard feelings on either side.

A few years began to pass as life moved on in the apartment. Yoongi and Namjoon were being promoted in their company, so both of them decided to move out and into their own smaller apartment closer to their studio. Hoseok had found himself a girlfriend fairly soon after Nayoung had moved in, and after only a matter of months, he had proposed to her. (She said yes, of course- you can’t say no to Hoseok) He decided to move out into an apartment that she moved into with him right after they got married, but their place isn’t too far from the old apartment.

Jimin was in between girlfriends and still staying at the apartment with Seokjin, Nayoung, and Taehyung. Jungkook had decided to move out on his own when he started to seriously date his current girlfriend, but he still visits the old place to hang out with anyone who happens to be there. Taehyung had decided to just stay until Seokjin and Nayoung decided they were getting married, and Jimin and he were planning on getting a place with just the two of them.

Currently, about 3 years later, Seokjin and Nayoung were out having a picnic date on his day off. Taehyung and Jimin tagged along, as well as Jungkook and Hoseok, but they were all off doing something else. They all had been playing some weird version of frisbee golf when Jungkook looked over at Nayoung and Seokjin. He spotted Seokjin’s signal as he got everyone else’s attention.

Nayoung was reading her book while laying next to him, sighing and smiling up at him for a second. He smiled down at her in response, and she looked back at her book, reading a little more. She turned the page of her book and found something stuck to the next page. It was a sticky note with a little phrase written on it in English that she could barely read.

Seokjin had Namjoon to thank for writing these notes for him.

She eventually was able to read it, “Oppa… this note says ‘behind the rose bush’... did you put it there? And since when did you learn English?”

Seokjin’s eyebrows raised, “Mwoh? I don’t know how to write in English. I don’t know what that is…”

Nayoung sat up and took the note out, rereading it to make sure that’s what it said. Meanwhile, the other guys were all hiding something behind a rosebush that was several feet away from Nayoung and Seokjin.

Sighing, she stood up and scanned the park, spotting a rose bush that she was assuming the note was talking about. He stood up and followed her in the direction, giving a thumbs up to Taehyung and Jungkook who were trying to act naturally as Hoseok and Jimin ran from behind some trees.

They eventually reached the bush and she found a bouquet of roses in the bush with a note on top of them. This note was also in English as she attempted to translate it again.

“This one says something about a gazebo…” she mumbled and then turned to Seokjin with the bouquet in her hand, “Oppa, quit playing dumb with me. What is this? What are you up to?”

Seokjin took the note from her, “Are you sure this says gazebo? I don’t even think there is one here…”

“Oppa!” Nayoung laughed slightly, “You’re ignoring my question!

Seokjin just sighed and handed her the note, “Alright alright, you got me,” he raised his hands up in surrender. “I planted these notes, but they were supposed to be for your birthday in a few days… I didn’t know you were bringing that book today, so I got the guys to help me out and just give you your present early.”

Nayoung slightly frowned, “Oh… I’m sorry Oppa… You should have said something to me about bringing a different book.”

“No, that would have looked suspicious,” Seokjin shook his head, “let’s just go to the gazebo over here and I’ll give you your gift. I would make you wait, but since it’s already started, we might as well keep going.”

Nayoung studied his face to make sure this was the truth this time, and he seemed pretty serious. She nodded and felt the excitement fill her as she started wondering what the present could be. He tended to really spoil her with the gifts he gave her for special occasions.

They made it to the gazebo, and it was decorated with a bunch of purple and red petals. There was a banner that said “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NAYOUNG!” that looked like it was homemade by the guys. She giggled at it and continued to look around the area and smile. There were a few pictures of her and the guys having fun doing various things, and it made her slightly miss those times.

She did notice that there was no present laying around, so she turned out to ask Seokjin, but she was stopped short. Her eyes widened and her hands covered her mouth as she felt tears on their way.

Seokjin was down on one knee with the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. She moved closer to him and felt the tears fall as he just sweetly smiled at her.

“I love you, Jagiya…” he almost whispered, “Will you, the love of my life, marry me?”

Nayoung didn’t even bother trying to say anything as she furiously nodded her head. She practically pulled up Seokjin and hugged him really tight before letting him go to put on the ring. She stared at it for a few seconds before looking up at Seokjin.

“That’s not your present by the way,” he smiled, “That was just a lie to get you to not suspect that I was proposing.”

Nayoung wiped some tears from her eyes and sniffed as she embraced him again, spotting their friends in the background. Jimin was holding his phone, probably filming them, while the other three were either cheering or clapping.

About 10 months after proposing, they had their wedding held around that same gazebo in the park, and they only invited close family and friends. The process of it wasn’t too stressful, and the wedding was cute and sweet as they exchanged ‘I do’s and talked with the family and friends that attended.

They all had to head to a different building for the cake and bouquet toss, but it was nothing too special.

Sitting at their own table was all of the guys and Nayoung, and they were all having their small conversations. Nayoung couldn’t help but smile at everyone being back together again, and she was reminiscent of when they all lived under the same roof. Part of her missed those days, but she was happy to be moving her life along. They were about to sell the old apartment that they had been in for years, and Jimin and Taehyung are moving into a different building.

Seokjin and Nayoung, on the other hand, are getting an actual house together, but one that’s not too far from everyone so that they could visit.

“Nayoung…” Jimin spoke up, turning everyone’s attention to the two of them, “I really need to thank you for something that I don’t think anyone realized.”

She raised an eyebrow as everyone else at the table got confused as well.

“While we’re all distant most of the time currently, when Seokjin Hyung met you, I feel like everyone’s concern for you brought us all together. We all wanted to help you and support Hyung, and in doing that, we starting doing a lot together. You are the main reason we all are still in contact even in moving out of the same living space.”

All the guys were silently agreeing as Nayoung smiled, “Jiminie Oppa, I don’t think I’m the main cause. If anything, I should be thankful for all of you helping me find myself again. And I’m also thankful for all the gifts that I was given that I didn’t totally deserve.”

Taehyung shook his head, “You need to give credit where credit is due, Nayoung! I agree with Jimin. I think we all do.”

“I think,” Namjoon cut everyone off, “Instead of throwing a bunch of praise back and forth, we should enjoy our time together right now. It’s rare that we’re all in the same place at the same time. Credit does need to be given to Nayoung, but we shouldn’t waste precious time here.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook agreed, “I agree because I feel like Hoseok is about to fly out of his chair to his wife if we aren’t careful.”

“I just want her to be here!” Hoseok cried, “Why does she have to be way over there instead of with me? Look! She looks so sad without me!”

“She looks just fine,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, “She’s having a good time talking to Jungkook’s fiance.”

Jungkook’s face turned red as she shot a look at Yoongi. “Hush Hyung! I haven’t proposed yet…”

“But you’re about to~,” Seokjin sang as Jungkook shushed him, too.

“Aigoo…” Jimin said as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand and his elbow on the table, “Everyone is finding love and I’m like a potato in the sea of attractive people.”

“Oh please!” “Jimin, there is not one thing wrong with your looks.” “You just need to let life happen.” “I want to slap you from calling yourself ugly.” “You’re not the only single one here, anyway!”

Nayoung giggled at everyone’s arguments  as she shook her head. It felt like old times again.

Seokjin nudged her a little and their eyes locked. They smiled at each other and leaned in for a soft kiss. Everyone’s yelling was drowned out as they pulled away and Nayoung’s head rested on Seokjin’s shoulder.

“Oppa…” she whispered to him, “Thank you for coming into my life…”

He smiled and kissed the top of her head, taking in the smell of her strawberry shampoo mixed with hairspray.

“Thank you for opening up to me, Jagi…” he whispered in response as the rest of the guys quit arguing and looked to the two lovebirds who were on another planet.

Seokjin wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head, being careful to not mess up her hair do. He started to reflect on everything that led up to now, and glanced around the room at all of his friends, most of them watching him. He rested his head on Nayoung’s and sighed of contentment, remembering the first time she let him hug her. It didn’t even take words for me to fall in love with you.

OMG! I cannot believe I finished this! I can’t tell you how bad I felt for leaving this story to die, but now that I’ve actually finished it, I feel so much better! If you’ve written before, you know what I mean when I say there’s nothing more satisfying and upsetting at the same time than finishing a long story you’ve written. Thank you all my readers who stuck it out until the end, and thank you to those who decided to read it because it’s finally finished (that would have been me xD) I hope you stick around for future stories!

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When Fangirling About K-Pop Around Friends Pt 11

(BTS Festa)

Me: omg I can't take this anymore

Friend: what?

Me: J-Hope is planning something

Friend: oh, right, Koreans

Me: he is doing SOMETHING AND I DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS BUT I-

Friend: omg SHUSH we are in public

Me: BUT HE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO HASNT POSTED A SONG OR A COVER OR-

Friend: *covers mouth* I GET IT this hope guy is planning something you don't like

Me: but I do like it

Friend: but you just said you don't like it

Me: how could I not like something the great Jung Hoseok would release?

Friend: Jung who? I thought you were talking about some hope guy-

Me: he is the literal SUN AND I WILL SUPPORT HIM WITH EVERYTHING I HAVE

Friend: oh my god PLEASE CALM DOWN

Me: okay okay

Me: I will

Friend: good

Me: yeah

Friend:

Me:

Friend:

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Friend:

Me: BUT WHY IS HE THE ONLY MEMBER WHO DIDNT HAVE A SONG FOR THE FESTA-

Friend: OKAY, that is the last time I hang out with you in public

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Word count: 7,240. Summery: Seokjin was in deep troubles. How the hell is he supposed to win over a love potion he gave himself?  Genre: Super Villain!AU, fluff Warning: The jokes in this piece may make you throw up with how bad they are. I did it on purpose. Enjoy.

I had so much fun writing this, honestly. I hope you’ll have just as much fun reading it!♥

Kim Seokjin found his super power at a relatively young age, and absolutely by accident.

The first few years of his life he spent mostly at home, without a lot of contact to the outside world. He had one friend who has been his neighbor since he could remember himself, a silly kid called Lee Junghwan. Junghwan came to play with him, their mothers watching over them in turns.

They were all the other had, until Junghwan went to what he called “Kindergarten”. He went in the morning and Seokjin waited for him for long hours while he stayed at home. When he became too bored with this routine and asked his parents why they didn’t send him off like Junghwan’s parents did, they simply informed him that he was different than Junghwan. They promised they only did this to keep him safe, and he didn’t know what put him in danger in the first place, but if his parents said so it must be true.

Two years later something changed, Junghwan’s “Kindergarten” turned into “school” and suddenly, his friend became even busier. When Seokjin asked, Junghwan said it was bad but good at the same time. Seokjin had a hard time wrapping his head around such a concept. He kept trying hard every time Junghwan came back from there, happily recounting his days to his friend’s ears. His parents taught him whatever Junghwan was learning at home, like they were his “Teachers”.

Whenever he asked they told him again, it’s for your own good. You’re different from the other kids and its better this way.

The first snow of the year hit them pretty fast, and when children’s laughter filled the otherwise calm neighborhood, Seokjin slowly became curious. He watched Junghwan play with children that he didn’t know, watched him be happy with them. Questions started rising from within him when his parents denied his request to go out and join their games every single time he asked.

What was so different about him? He looked exactly like those children.

Junghwan noticed Seokjin looking at them from the window of his room. He was unaware of the rules forced down on Seokjin, and decided to bring his friends up to Seokjin’s room when his parents were working. They played for a while and Seokjin was never happier, he could have more friends than just Junghwan, they could be a team! Just like he read in the comic books his parents bought him in case he gets bored.

The discovery happened on that day, in that room with those children around him.

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[18:53 PM] from Jin

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

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just say goodnight n go | chapter 01

pairing ↠ jin x reader, fuckboy!jungkook x reader

genre ↠ college au | love triangle | strangers to lovers | slow burn | fluff, angst, smut | multi-chapter

word count ↠ 5.6k

18+ | warnings ↠ mentions of death, a little bit of jealousy, swearing, no sex in this part, but I’ll keep the 18+, because there will be soon, drinking and smoking.

summary ↠ when your mother passes away, you go back to your college student life, only to find out the guy you liked (and were friends with benefits with) had a girlfriend now. trying to get over him and your mother’s passing, seokjin, the friend of a friend wants you to give him a chance. will you find your way back to yourself?

A/N  ↠ heyyy, y'all! I'm back with the 1st chapter... I don't have much to say, I just hope everyone can enjoy this story as much as I'm enjoying writing it. feedback is always appreciated :) and I hope you enjoy it!! and also: I'll be attaching a moodboard and a playlist here soon.

⋘ Prologue

Jungkook’s hand. His body was pressing onto yours from behind, while his face was buried in your hair, touching the back of your neck with his nose. You feel his hot breath against your soft, sensitive skin and shiver. Unfortunately, you realize you miss him a little too much.

Though you are drunk right now, you still hold onto your dignity like your life depends on it. The guy literally ditched you for another girl while you were away looking after your sick mother. You try to free yourself from his touch, turning around as fast as you can. Yet, the drunkenness seems to be affecting your logical thinking, you didn't realize doing so would have you trapped between Jungkook and the fridge, where you find yourself now.

He doesn't waste time, pressing your body against it with his own again. His crotch touching yours, which made your own burn with how much you missed being exactly like this with this man.

His dark eyes on you, his gaze so intense it burnt like fire into your core. There’s something so intense in them... An intensity you know very well, one that he doesn't show to other people very often. People generally get to know the cute, pleasent Jungkook, you know this one very well, but you also know the fierce, predator-like Jungkook. Then a name pops into your mind, one that must also know this particular look in his eyes as well as you do. Seulki. And just like that, you wake up from the trance you were in, averting his gaze.

“Did you come for the wine as well? Easy, tiger, I’ll bring it in a second”.

He doesn't answer. Jungkook puts one of his hands right next to your head and leans forward in your direction. You start getting nervous with the proximity of his face, of his lips. His body touching yours. You flinch slightly and he notices.

“You wanted that didn’t you? I’m not gonna kiss you, Y/n… They are all here tonight. Do you want your brother to find out about us?”, he says this in the raspiest voice he could manage, his mouth very close to your ear, sending shivers down you fucking spine yet again. But you refuse to give in.

“What's all this, then?” you say pointing your index finger to him and then to you. You push him away with your free hand on his chest, it’s not very effective, since he's way stronger than you. “And do I want my brother to find out about what? Get out of here, you're officially taken now…”

“I missed you, noona”, he touches your earlobe with his nose faintly. He’s a fucking bastard, that's what he is, he just knows how to make you weak. “We still got a lot to talk about… So much has happened since you left. And I’m also worried about you and everything you had to go through”.

You close your eyes and think about what your therapist used to say about self love and self respect. He could not win so easily.

“First of all: stop calling me noona, you know I hate it! I am only two months older than you and we have nothing to talk about, Jungkook, we weren’t a couple, ok?!” You whisper angrily. You bet acknowledging it hurts you more than it hurts him. “And what did you expect? You thought I’d be back and be all over you after eight months away? I do have a life, you know?... And not ONCE did you text me to check how I was doing, even Yoongi texted me a couple of times! Don’t come with this ‘I worry about you’ bullshit”.

“I didn’t want to bother you!” He looks hurted. Funny thing, you were the one going through all that shit by yourself and he’s the one who’s hurted. “I always asked Jimin and Namjoon about you. I know things got complicated back there, they kept me updated”.

“You could’ve asked me yourself… I still had my phone with me”.

“I’m sorryyy”, he whines as he pouts, placing a hand on your cheek tenderly. And then you’re done for. “I never meant to hurt you. You do know that, right? If there's anything I can do so you can believe me, I’ll do it”.

“Yeah”, you murmur. But do you, really?

“I can't lose my partner in crime in filmmaking, y’know?”, he smiles softly and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“All that matters is not losing your school project partner, right?”

“Of course not, babe”.

When he calls you his babe… that’s where he breaks you. His duality was always something that hurted and confused you. He was always saying he didn’t want a relationship, that he didn’t want to ruin your friendship, but he was never really able to let you go. You got used to your situation and at some point you realized you were in too deep, not really able to walk away from him.

And when he calls you babe… It’s hard. If Eunjoo could see you right now, she'd slap you.

“You know it, right?”, he tries again.

“Yeah”.

He looks at you deeply in the eyes, with his beautiful dark eyes and smirks. Who can blame you for not walking away? It was impossible to do that with a guy like him. Who could say no to his cute little face and his fucking sexy muscular body?

He knows you too well, maybe he saw right through your lie, but fuck it.

“Good. I was worried for a second”, he says, touching your chin with his index finger playfully. You jerk your head away from his grasp, just because you were petty.

“Ok... Now if you could be kind enough to move your hand away from the fridge, I’d love to get that wine bottle”.

“Oh, please, allow me”, he moves the hand he rested on the fridge to your waist and moves you to the side, so he could open it. “I saw how hard it was for you to get here without falling flat on your face, that's why I came to help”, he states it casually, like he wasn't cornering you one minute ago with his fucking crotch against yours. He opens the fridge and gets the wine bottle, turns around and leaves you right there, with a wink of his brown eyes.

Jin, as Seokjin asked you to call him, is actually a very funny person. From what you could gather from the couple of hours you've spent with him, he had a very unique sense of humour and the way he laughed was something else. Even though you two had just met, you felt he was an easy person to talk to, which was something you could not say of many people. Maybe it was the wine, but you two kept the conversation going.

You feel your phone buzz in your hand and take a look at its screen.

kookie

Text Message (sent now)

What the fuck? You choose to simply ignore it. You two were literally at the same place, if he had something to say to you, he should come over and say it. And also, note to self: you should definitely change his contact name now. Yeah, your feelings were all over the place right now, you didn’t need to make it all worse by reading his cute little nickname on your screen.

“Aren’t you gonna answer that?” Jin asks you, looking at you with intensely.

“Nah, it’s not that important”, you lock your screen again and put your phone on the coffee table, with its screen facing down the flat surface. “I’m tired of texting, this weekend I had to answer to so. many. people. I’m tired of looking at my phone”.

“Aish, I can only imagine”.

“So, you were telling me you think Matrix is the most important trilogy in the history of Cinema? What kind of blasphemy is that?”, he laughs, and you continue. “Have you ever heard of The Godfather? The Lord of the Rings? Toy Story? Shrek?”

“You know there are four Shrek movies, right?”, he states it as he lets out his squeaky laugh again.

“I ignore the existence of the fourth movie, thank you very much” you say, raising your hand dramatically.

“This is the first time I see a film student being so chill about those kinds of movies”, he says that smiling, his aligned white teeth calling your attention. Everything about his appearance is so perfect, what the hell?! His skin, his hair, his face proportion, his fucking teeth even!

“What? You think we spend our entire lives talking about Iranian art films and nothing more?”

“Uh, yeah?” he furrows his brows flashing you the most “captain obvious” expression you’ve seen in your life.

“She’s saying all this, but she does like Iranian art films very much, don't let her fool you with all this blasé film student talk” Jungkook’s voice startles you, you didn't notice he was now standing, back against the wall, glass of wine in his hands, looking at you with his dark intense eyes. It seems like he stole all the air from the room and you suddenly forgot how to breathe.

Why was this bastard so breathtaking? And wanna know the worst part? He knows it.

“Oh?” Jin shifts, sounding a little off now. He looks from Jungkook to you and something seems to change in his eyes, like he’s noticing the tension between you two. “So, all this cheap talk was some kind of scheme to sound more down to earth?”, he squints.

This bothered you. Jungkook had no right. Of all days… Today was the least suitable day for him to stake some kind of claim towards you. Especially, since he was the one who had moved on. He was the one in a relationship with someone else. Seokjin was just being nice to you, he didn't need to deal with Jungkook’s shit.

“Busted”, you raise your hands like you were surrendering. He laughs again, like there was nothing funnier in the world than silly old you. His laugh makes you smile too, you don't really know why. From the corner of your eye, you see Jungkook is still staring, in the same position as before. “Hey, Jin, do you smoke?”, you ask.

You honestly did want to stop smoking, you even promised your brother you would, but life seemed to make you break this promise every damn time. Promises break before the’re made, right? Cigarettes were something that brought you a weird sense of comfort, you were sure there was some chemical explanation to that (of course), but you didn't really care about it, so you never looked it up. Whenever you felt sad or stressed, the thought of going somewhere quiet and smoking a cigarette was comforting, it was a moment you could quietly enjoy your own presence, think things through.

The night had something that has always called you. Namjoon used to say both you and him were children of the moon. Yeah, your brother is a poetic man. You used to talk the night through, looking at the stars and the moon back at your hometown, where the sky was starrier. You still do that here, sometimes. Right now, you were at the frat house’s backyard, looking at the moon and feeling a bit nostalgic. You weren’t really sad, but you also weren’t really happy.

“So… How did you and Yoongi meet?”, yeah, you sucked at small talk, you know.

“We’ve known each other since we were babies, I guess. I don't even remember”, he smiles. “Our fathers work together, so they've known each other since God knows when and when we both found out we were going to study together here our families pulled some strings and managed to get us to be roommates. We were close already, but after living together we really became brothers”.

“Oh, that's cute. I love these stories... It was just like me and Eunjoo”.

“Yeah, I think it was luck. You’re just as lucky as me, Eunjoo is also an amazing person”.

“Yes, I am”, you take a pull at your cigarette and offer it to Seokjin, he waves his hands, dismissing it. “You lied, didn’t you?” you ask quirking one of your brows.

“About smoking? Yeah, I did” he says nonchalantly, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Just wanted to keep on talking about the Shrek franchise with the expert… Aaaaand I thought maybe your friend wouldn’t follow us out here. He was staring like a hawk”.

“Oh, Jungkook? Don’t mind him, he feels a little uncomfortable around people he doesn’t know very well”, you just made that shit up and you probably didn't convince Jin at all.

Jungkook could be a perfectly normal human being in a social event, he was acting normal before you sat by Seokjin and he probably noticed. You just sounded dumb, but you felt you needed to give Seokjin some sort of explanation.

“Yeah, right”, he looks at you with suspicion in his eyes.

“What?”, you laugh nervously.

“It’s pretty clear that there’s something going on between you two, you know?”

You swallow hard. How the fuck did this guy found out? Fuck, maybe he saw you two in the kitchen, which makes this even more embarrassing. Of course you weren't going to ask that and give yourself away so easily. And if this guy you just met noticed, it means someone else could have seen something too. Wouldn’t it be neat? Your friends finding out you and Jungkook were a thing, when you clearly weren’t and couldn’t be a thing anymore, because he had a fucking girlfriend now. Didn't you have enough on your plate already?

“There’s nothing between us”, not sure if you sounded convincing, but you did try your best.

“Y/n… The way he was looking at you when we were sitting on that sofa… We were talking abouth Shrek and it looked like he was about to punch me! Come on, I’m not stupid”.

“I swear to you, Jin, there’s nothing between us. He’s got a girlfriend… And uh, she’s not me.”

“I see”, he says, raising his hands. “Not judging, ok? It’s none of my business”.

“Dude, I’m telling you! There’s nothing going on between Jungkook and I”, you say as you slap his shoulder playfully.

“Not buying it, Y/n, sorry”, he looks at you inquisitively and you sigh, defeated.

“Jeez, ok. Not anymore... And no one knows, so keep your mouth shut” you whisper aggressively.

“Oh, thank God”, he holds his hands in front of his chest, as if he was about to say a prayer and looks up and then, he starts laughing at himself. "I mean, I'm sorry, it must a complicated situation..."

"Yeah, I found out about her today... But... Whatever", you look away from him for a second.

"It's better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone, right?", you look in his direction again. "Aish, nevermind, it was way too cheesy".

Then he looks at you with the sweetest look in his dark eyes almost covered by his bleached fringe. And you could not resist, as random as this conversation has just been, you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. Was he hitting on you? It was a little awkward, but kinda sweet. Plus, he was one the most handsome guys you’ve seen in your life, so it's a win/win anyway, he didn't need to be a fucking Shakespeare.

“But why do you ask? Are you interested?”, well, you had to ask.

If nothing, this was a great chance to show Jungkook you had moved on, thank you very much. Not that you really had, but it’s a process.

“Actually, yes”, he smirks.

And then, the atmosphere changes. You felt something shifting inside you with the way Seokjin looked at you when he confirmed he’s interested in you. He probably knew how breathtaking he looked and he was using his full player game right now. His eyes fell on your lips and he just stood there, with a smirk on his lips. His smirk made you notice how plump and sexy his lips looked, you imagine how would they feel against yours. You were not gonna kiss this guy today, of course not. But it was nice to know that you had the option, should you decide to.

“How is a guy like you not taken?”, you try your best to sound flirty, you end up sounding like an ordinary fuckboy you find in bars, but ok.

“You mean handsome, smart and funny, right? Yeah… Not anymore”, he answers as one of his hands rubs his long and totally kissable neck. “Lucky you, am I right?”

“Lucky me!”, you continue. “You must be the only person on this planet that doesn't smoke and doesn't get sick thinking about kissing someone who does”.

“Babygirl, the only thing that would make me not want to do that would be if you killed kittens or something like that…”, the pet name fell from his lips so naturally it was like you were used to it.

You were enjoying this… Fuck, why were you enjoying this? He was getting closer and closer to you, your heart beating faster and faster.

Suddenly, the back door swings open and you look in its direction right away. You don’t really move from where you are and, let's say, you are pretty close to Seokjin right now. Through it, you see Jungkook’s head emerging and he just had the sulkiest expression on his face. Of course he’d make up an excuse to come after you. Jin growls in frustration and for some reason, it makes you shiver.

He walks towards you furrowing his brow, completely ignoring Jin’s presence, eyes fixating on your figure. Jin’s eyes also never left you, you noticed it by the way and you felt the burn of his gaze on your cheeks.

“Aish, Y/n, aren’t you cold? It’s too cold out here”, he asks, placing a hand on your arm. “You’re definitely cold, let’s go back inside. Do you want a sore throat or what?”, he puts the other hand on your other arm, trying to guide you back inside.

You show him the lit cigarette between your index and middle finger, looking at him like he was out of his mind.

With a sudden gesture, he lets go of one of your arms and places his finger on each side of your cigarette and snatches it from your grasp. You look at him gawking as he takes an extremely long pull at the cigarette, finishing it right away. He puts it out dramatically in Taehyung's lilac ashtray.

“What was that for? You could’ve asked me for one, you know?”

“Sorry, it’s just silly old Jungkook worrying about your health”, he says ironically. “I’m happy to take that bullet for you. Excuse us, Seokjin”.

“Actually, no, I won’t excuse you”, Jin answers calmly.

“Well, then, it’s your own problem…”, Jungkook shrugs, his hands still around you.

“Why do you think you can come here and boss her around? Are you her boyfriend or something?” Jin stands up straight, folding his arms.

“What if I am?” Jungkook asks, sliding his arm around your neck.

You felt… weird.

“Then, you are really fucking stupid...”.

“What the fuck have you just said?”, Jungkook’s grip around you neck as he raises his voice at Jin.

Concerned, because you know Jungkook’s temper, you decide to act. You grab his hand that rested dangerously close to your boob and freed yourself from his grasp, turning to face him. You look deep into his eyes and he stares back at you, with a gaze so intense, you can feel its heat.

“Hey, enough!”, you (try to) state calmly. “I think both of you had too much to drink”.

There was something different about his eyes tonight, you were not sure why. They looked… possessive?

You knew he could beat pretty much anyone’s ass, since he was trained both in Taekwondo and Boxing. And he was much stronger than Seokjin. And both of them in fact had their fair shares of wine glasses tonight. This would not end well.

“I feel perfectly fine”, Jungkook answers you, cracking his knuckles as he stares Jin down.

You shoot daggers at Jungkook and he does exactly the same back to you. You decide not to pick this fight with him right now and you know he was expecting you to, since he knew your temper. This time you were going to be the bigger person. You felt angry, hurt, sad, excited and honey, all at the same time. But you definitely wouldn’t argue with Jungkook in front of Jin right now. Especially, because you didn't want this discussion to lead to something worse, the two of them in a fight would be hard to explain to your friends. The fact that Jin stood up for you, even if it meant getting into a fight with a guy who's much stronger than him, after stating he was into you was super sweet (and honestly, kinda hot).

“You know what? I am cold”, you say, looking deep into his dark, intense eyes. “I can get back inside by myself, I know the way. Thanks, Jungkook. You coming, Jin?”

“Yeah, right behind you”.

You didn't see it, but he smiles as he follows you back inside.

At some point, the ones who didn't live at the frat house understood the hosts had had too much to drink, Taehyung had already left to his bedroom, Namjoon was babbling about something you weren’t paying attention to a sleeping Jimin and Jungkook, the last one truly standing, didn't really stop scowling at you for the rest of the evening. And you also didn't really stop giving much of your attention to Seokjin. If Jungkook wanted to have it that way, so be it. You thought you’d have to sulk by yourself thinking about him tonight, but ironically he was the one who felt jealous. Good.

Eunjoo and Yoongi suggest it’s time to leave and you are more than quick to agree, having had your fair share of alcohol yourself. You don’t really worry about cleaning the place, despite Seokjin insisting it was the right thing to do. These guys were used to throwing parties all the time, cleaning after a small get-together wouldn’t be a problem, after all, they invited you.

Yoongi drives you and Eunjoo back to her place, Jin leaves by himself, even though Yoongi insisted on giving him a ride home, since he was going to Hoseok’s house.

You finally unlock your phone to take a look at the text Jungkook sent you earlier in the evening. He sent you this while you were talking to Jin for the first time.

kookie [1:08am]: 👀

Ok, confirmed. He was jealous. Good.

As soon as you two enter her apartment, she slaps your arm playfully and screams like a schoolgirl. You wish you could just scowl and leave her be, but you know damn well she had plenty of reason to react like that.

“I was about to explode!” she says as she laughs out loud. “Oh my God! Jin was hitting on you so hard!”

“You think?”

“Oh, fuck you. You know very well he was!” She looks at you anxiously. “So, what do you think of him?”

Well, truth is: you weren't sure. 1- you just met him. 2- you have just found out Jungkook had a girlfriend. 3- your mother passed away recently. You just don't need anymore drama right now. It was time to heal. Sure, you really felt like kissing him in the backyard, but it was due to the heat of the moment. You weren’t after any drama right now.

“He’s like… really handsome” you shrug.

“And?”

“And that's it, Eunjoo. This is really not the time for me to look for new dick in my life. I've had enough of it with Jungkook for the time being”.

“Uh- ok”, she says, getting closer to you, resting a hand on your shoulder. “But can I just say something? You need new things in your life. What you're going through right now… I can't imagine what it feels like, but I think you need a fresh start. Let the bad things in your past stay there, let Jungkook stay there. I know you like him, but he was never the right guy for you, I must have told you this a hundred times. You need to let him go. I’m not saying, like, you should start dating right now, but when you're ready, you should start again”.

You don't really say anything back, letting her words sink in. It wasn't gonna be easy, but she isn't wrong… You needed to move on, eventually. What you and Jungkook had was never a relationship, he was never really your boyfriend. You liked him, he liked you (you think), but he had a rule and you respected him, he didn't want to ruin the friendship. You never asked if he was seeing other people and neither did he ask you. You weren't, but who could tell if he was? It wasn't only his fault, though, you had only yourself to blame. You shouldn't have fallen for him.

Moving on from a guy like Jungkook was almost impossible, that's the truth. He was sweet, smart, handy, funny, hot (like, you can't even believe how hot he is, especially, when he was fully undressed, sweaty and looking at you like you were the only person in the world). Fuuuck your life, really.

The worst part of it all was: you would have to try to move on from a person that was part of your only group of friends. And you were classmates, as well. Not only classmates, you two were more like a team: he was a director and you used to be his assistant director. in. every. god. damn. project. You’d have to put on your best poker face pretty much everyday, especially when the term starts. Everything would have to remain as it’s always been, only you would have to pretend you don't feel like you feel. Yeah, it's probably gonna be a piece of cake.

You notice Eunjoo looks at you like she was expecting to keep the conversation going, however you’ve forgotten what was the last thing she said, since you zoned out in your train of thought.

“Yeah… You’re right”, you decide the best thing here is just to agree with her.

“And also… Don't think I didn't see Jungkook following you around the entire night, ok?”, she smirks at you.

“Did you notice?” you cover your mouth with your hands, giggling like a schoolgirl. “I think he was jealous of me, can you fucking believe it?”

“You think? It was so obvious, Y/n. Thank God most of our friends are men, so they never really pay attention to anything in their surroundings, but when he followed you into the kitchen? And when you went out to smoke with Jin?! He was about to lose his shit, then Hoseok complained he was cold and he was like ‘Y/n is gonna catch a cold, I’ll go get her’”.

You know you really shouldn't, but when Eunjoo told you these things, you couldn't help it but feel funny. He’s so fucking confusing and you are so weak. Hopefully, he would see how much you two worked well together, how in sync you were, how he should be with you, instead of trying to find what you had with someone else.

“And in the kitchen… He kinda tried to kiss me”.

“WHAT?”, she gawks. “Y/n, that’s…”

“Don't worry, nothing happened”, you reach for your phone inside the back pocket of your jeans, unlocking its screen and flashing it into Enjoo’s direction. “And he sent me this while I was talking to Jin as well”.

She squints her eyes while looking at your phone, seconds later she scoffs.

"Well, you think a filmmaking major would have more to say than a fucking eye emoji", she hesitates. “Can I… say something?”

“Of course”, you smile softly.

“I’m saying this as your best friend. I know your history, so take my words under consideration, ok?”, she looks you in the eyes with a serious expression. “Just stay away from that guy. Don't let him play with you again”.

“Sure”, you wince slightly.

“Just "sure"? Y/n... Promise me?”

“Yeah”.

She looks at you suspiciously. You laugh nervously and punch her shoulder playfully. Well, of course you can't promise that, but she wouldn't leave you alone until you did. Eunjoo always had strong feelings about Jungkook and she had no shame to be vocal about them. You know this isn't the last time she'll bring this up.

“Well, you're an adult… I’m just looking out for you”.

“I know, Joo, and I love you for it”, you say smiling.

“Yeah… I love you too, but I’ll be watching you, girl”, she answers trying to keep a straight face.

Your phone buzzing in your hand startles you and on its screen you can see that an unknown number has sent you a message.

Unknown Number [2:26am]: did you get home safe?

Unknown Number [2:26am]: also: this is Seokjin, not a crazy stalker or anything

Ok, he was texting you already. No joke, he really was interested. Not that you’re complaining.

You [2:26am]: hey, jin!

You [2:26am]: yeah, yoongi drove me and eunjoo to her place, remeber? we r fine

You [2:26am]: did you get home safe too?

jin [2:27am]: sure did, I’m a man of the streets

You [2:27am]: aish 🙄

You [2:27am]: go to sleep, jin hahaha

jin [2:27am]: I will

jin [2:27am]: not cause you're telling me, tho

jin [2:27am]: I really am sleepy

jin [2:27am]: had too much wine, i guess

jin [2:27am]: goodnight, y/n

jin [2:27am]: it was nice meeting u, hope u still want to keep on discussing shrek theories

You [2:27am]: good night, jin, it was nice meeting u too ☺️ ttyl

“Did you give my number to Seokjin?”, you ask Eunjoo, as you slide your phone back into your pocket and cross your arms in front of your chest.

“Did he text you already?! Oh my Gooood, this is happening!”, she laughs. “I can already see you and him, Yoongi and me on double dates, like, my boyfriend’s best friend is dating my best friend, totally a dream come true!”

“You’re impossible, Choi Eunjoo”, you shake your head disapprovingly.

“Oh, come on. I’ve dreamt of introducing you two since day one, thankfully his ex is totally out of the picture now. Plus, he’s a much better catch than Kookie. He’s rich, really handsome, funny, gentle, caring, unproblematic… The list goes on, I can keep going”, you wave both of your hands at her. “Alright, you'll see for yourself. He's already super into you… Anyway, I’ll hit the shower so we can go to bed, will you wait for me?”

“Sure, I want to wash before going to bed as well”.

She nods, walking towards the bathroom. You lay on her bed and just stare at the ceiling, feeling the remains of dizziness from the wine you’ve had. It reminds you of when you two were roommates in freshman year, coming home from a party, drunk, hitting the shower, waiting for one another and then talking about what happened at the party. The two of you bonded so quickly it felt like you’ve known her your whole life. You’d tell her your adventures with Jungkook and she’d tell you how Yoongi was staring at her from a corner and smirking and etc.

As you were waiting for her and scrolling through Twitter’s timeline, rolling your eyes as you read some random guy talking shit about Avatar Aang (which had you keyboard smashing in the past while discussing with strangers online), then you received another text message.

jungkook 👺 [2:34am]: will u really leave me on read?

Was this guy for real? After the scene he almost started with Jin?

You [2:34am]: ??

jungkook 👺 [2:34am]: you didnt reply to my text

jungkook 👺 [2:34am]: is there a reason?

jungkook 👺 [2:34am]: or are u too busy talking to kim seokjin already?

You [2:35am]: you didnt really say anything, u know?

You [2:35am]: what reply did u expect for an eye emoji?

jungkook 👺 [2:35am]: you didn't answer to my question

jungkook 👺 [2:35am]: ok so are u texting this seokjin guy?

jungkook 👺 [2:35am]: am i interrupting the two love birds?

You [2:35am]: whats with you today, dude?

You [2:35am]: what do u want??

jungkook 👺 [2:35am]: idk, y/n

jungkook 👺 [2:35am]: i feel like shit when i think about how youve ignored me today

jungkook 👺 [2:35am]: it was like i wasnt even there, babe

jungkook 👺 [2:35am]: please

jungkook 👺 [2:35am]: i know we have a lot to talk about yet

jungkook 👺 [2:35am]: just dont ignore me

You don't really know what to say to him. There are so many things left unsaid between you and Jungkook, as he stated himself. And honestly, you felt like shit too. You were so hurt before, but the way he acted today… Jealous, caring, considerate. You were confused. And you missed him, like, a lot. Having him jealous of you today made you feel funny, it was wrong (you knew), but it made you feel very funny. Can you elaborate on that? No. You just know it was a funny feeling.

You [2:36am]: sorry

You [2:36am]: i wont

He mixes your feelings so hard. You are not sure you’re gonna be able to stick to your promise to Eunjoo.

jungkook 👺 [2:36am]: thank u for apologizing

jungkook 👺 [2:36am]: gotta go, babe

jungkook 👺 [2:36am]: night, Y/n 🖤

jungkook 👺 [2:36am]: i'll text you when im awake

You [2:36am]: good night, kook

You [2:36am]: ttyl 💛

Ch 02 ⋙

just say goodnight n go | chapter 02

pairing ↠ jin x reader, fuckboy!jungkook x reader

genre ↠ college au | love triangle | strangers to lovers | slow burn | fluff, angst, smut | multi-chapter

word count ↠ 7.5k

18+ | warnings ↠ grivieng character, a little bit of jealousy, swearing, smut and cheating.

summary ↠ when your mother passes away, you go back to your college student life, only to find out the guy you liked (and were friends with benefits with) had a girlfriend now. trying to get over him and your mother’s passing, seokjin, the friend of a friend wants you to give him a chance. will you find your way back to yourself?

A/N  ↠ ok you guys so this is the first smut scene I’ve written in my life I’M NERVOUS I’M SORRY. I hope you enjoy it :) feedback is always appreciated! and if you'd like to be tagged, please, let me know.

and also here’s a playlist for you to listen while you read :)

⋘ Ch 01 

When you returned, you didn’t realize that the term was so close to start, there were so many things running through your mind back then… Fortunately, Namjoon has found the perfect apartment for you. It was a one-bedroom apartment and you two had to give up on having a living room, since your brother decided to transform it into his bedroom. It made sense, though. You two were way too old to share one bedroom and having a living room wasn’t that important anyway.

Unfortunately, it meant he’d have to leave the frat house to live with you, but he said he didn’t mind. You told him many times you’d find another roommate, but he refused, he told you he wanted you to be a family again. He did a great job with the search, the location of your new home is good, the place isn’t extremely small, the landlord doesn’t hate young people and it fits your budget. It was pretty much perfect. Plus, you could not wait to have a place to call yours again.

Yoongi had decided to stay with one of his friends for the time being, so Eunjoo could still give you shelter until you moved to your new place. Later, you found out that the friend Yoongi was staying with was Jin. So, you started seeing Jin a little more often than you thought you would, he’d been over to Eunjoo’s place a couple of times when Yoongi came to see her.

Not that it was a problem, because you liked his company and he was a delightful person to have around. Especially, when you were feeling down, his sense of humour had the power to lighten up your mood. He was a really funny person and you could value a person with a good sense of humour. And even when his jokes didn’t land, you would laugh at the silly face he had whenever it happened.

In the past weeks, you have learned a lot about him. And even about Yoongi, since the two of them were very close friends (you had no idea Yoongi was close to anyone except Eunjoo). Enjoo was with Yoongi for over a year now and you just realized you didn’t know him as well as expected, since he was your best friend’s significant other. Perhaps he really was a low profile guy.

Seokjin came from a traditional family, so did Yoongi. They’ve known each other since they were little, their parents were partners in their law firm. Jin had a complicated relationship with his family, and from what you could gather they were loaded. Apparently, they were all lawyers. He was in law school, obviously, but not because he wanted to, they expected him to. He told you his dream was to be a chef, actually. He loved cooking (and he was good at it, according to Yoongi).

His movie taste wasn’t so bad, he knew some nice stuff and was willing to learn more from you, which you thought was super cute. He loves seafood and knows how to make sashimi (he promised he’d prepare it for you sometime soon). His fingers were crooked at the tip and he felt really annoyed when someone pointed it out. He pouts when he whines and he starts talking super fast in the process, sometimes it’s hard to understand what he’s saying. And he knew how fucking handsome he looked, he tried to hide it under jokes, saying he was “worldwide handsome” and whatever. But you know he knows, the way he looks at people straight into their eyes, always confident, comfortable in his own skin. Self conscious people do not stare. You know this, because you were one yourself and he’s not one of us. But could you even blame him? He was divine.

Yeah… He was all that… And he was super into you, he didn’t even need to state it, it was pretty clear and he kinda did it already that night at the frat house. Also Eunjoo kept telling you that. If you weren’t wrapped around someone else’s finger, you’d probably be super into him as well.

You didn’t own many things, nor did Namjoon. So moving into your new apartment was relatively easy. As easy as a move can be. The boys helped you a lot, even Seokjin offered Namjoon a hand with the move and Jungkook was in a mood because of that. Eunjoo helped you unpack your (and also most of Namjoon’s) clothes. Movings were always extremely tiring, but you tried to stay positive, for this felt like a fresh start to you. Since you and your brother went to college, this is the first time you had the chance to have your own place, so it felt good. You felt independent and maybe even free.

It’s been two weeks since you moved and sometimes you still catch yourself sitting on your sink countertop, looking at the second hand stove you bought online and thanking God (you didn’t really believe in God, but who cares) for your luck. To other people, it may sound trashy, but this is really the start of something for you. Some other times, you felt your heart weight with the thought that all of this was only possible due to your mother’s death. On days like this, you just repeat to yourself what your brother always says “it all passes”. You hold onto that and all you can do is hope it’s true.

This new life of yours always leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth.

As you’d be alone today, you had to find something to do by yourself. Namjoon went on a fieldwork trip, since he was deep into his research about bryophytes. You still had no idea what bryophytes were, even though he tried to explain it to you at least a hundred times. Unlike him, you’ve always hated Biology. Yes, plants and animals are nice, we need to breathe and all, but studying cells and whatever else Namjoon studies didn’t spark your interest at all.

This thought reminds you to water his plants. And it reminds you of the promise you made: if you felt sad, you would call him right away. Eunjoo and Jimin made you promise that too. You didn’t call anyone, though. Were you breaking your promises? Yes, because there was a lump that apparently wasn’t gonna leave your throat any time soon, but you needed some “you” time. Even though your “you” time right now meant going through some pain and crying a little, it was part of the process.

Joonie kept his white watering can near the window in his bedroom. His bedroom was a terrible mess, his bed was unmade and there were unwashed clothes scattered all over the floor, but he took such good care of his plants, it was cute and nasty at the same time. He had some cactuses on the window sill and some other plants (that of course, you had no idea of the species or whatever) outside on the balcony.

Yes, since his bedroom was actually the apartment’s living room, the balcony was part of “his room”. You had free access to it, though, as long as he didn’t have any company, of course. You lean on your balcony grid, noticing the beautiful colors in the early evening sky, purple and pinkish tones outline the black shapes of the city against it, as the sun sets somewhere on the horizon.

For a moment, this striking beauty makes you forget about your life and your problems. It doesn’t last long, alas. Contemplating the sunrise reminded you that you were alone. You look inside your house and the silence makes you quiver, not that you were scared, it just made you uncomfortable.

Yeah, it was your first weekend totally alone in your new apartment in a new neighborhood. No, but you would be fine, really. You could order some take-out and you were almost sure there was a new season of RuPaul’s Drag Race available on Netflix. And maybe, just maybe, you could study, right? After all, the term has started.

Then, you hear your phone ringing. After jumping with the scare and splashing a little bit of water on the floor, you put Namjoon’s watering can back in its place and walk towards your bedroom, where you find your phone on your bed and you swear you feel your heartbeat in your ears when you see who is calling.

kookie

iPhone

“Hey, Kook”.

“Hey, babe. What are you up to?”, you can tell he’s smiling as he calls you by your pet name.

“Nothing much, I’ve been reading, just watered Joonie’s plants… And yeah, that’s pretty much it”, you laugh. “How’s work?”

“Well, I’ve been carrying lenses and tripods around all day long, but that’s the dream, right?”, he cuckles on the other end. “So… any plans for tonight?”

“Yeah, I got a date”.

“You do?”

“Yeah, with RuPaul’s Drag Race and an old bottle of vodka Namjoon brought home the other day”.

“Ha-ha. Very funny”, he says awkwardly, his voice less tense.

It was how you coped with this whole Jungkook situation, with a few snarky remarks here and there and some jokes. Yes, a twisted way to deal with your own feelings, you know. You knew you had no right to feel any type of way, you were never his girlfriend. But can anyone blame you? He was the one texting and calling you pretty much everyday. Yes, you knew it wasn’t ok, it wasn’t right, Eunjoo must have told you that like a zillion times already.

But why did it feel so good?

Why didn’t he keep his distance? You had no strings attached to anybody, he had. And so far, nothing’s happened. You were just back at being friends. Like, very good friends. But you have always been very good friends, so it was really not a big deal. Yet you liked teasing, since, for some reason, he still thinks he’s got the right to be jealous of you.

“I’m already in my pjs and my plans involve not getting out of bed for the rest of the night”.

“Are you sure you’re 22? You sound more like 82”.

“Ha-ha”, it was now your turn to use your fake laughter.

“You should be getting ready to go clubbing or something”.

“Yeah… I’m not in the mood to do that yet”, you state.

There was a brief moment of silence.

“What’s like being alone since…?”

“Well, everything’s been shitty since it happened… So it’s shitty, but it’s good being alone too, right? I’ve been thinking a lot about stufft”.

“Don’t overthink, though”.

“I’ll try”.

More silence. You know it’s hard for people to deal with a grieving person. Most of the time, they don’t know what to say to you and you just want them to know it’s ok, they don’t really need to say anything. It’s your own process that matters at the end of the day, you know advices won’t be of any help.

“Hey, babe… I gotta go. Filming’s about to wrap and I’m being summoned by the PD. Gotta carry more lenses and tripods around, y’know?”

You laugh lightly. Talking to Jungkook was always so easy and natural to you.

“Ok, Kookie. Text me when you can”.

“Love when you call me Kookie…”, he sounds so loving, you feel like your heart is about to break out of your rib cage and throw itself to the floor and you’d just drop dead beside it. “Anyway, babe… Gotta go. See you later”, he emphasizes the pet name and it all felt so right. Just as things should really be.

“Bye, Kookie”.

You hang up and there’s the bittersweet taste in your mouth again. This is how things should be, yet they aren’t. He isn’t yours, but he acts like he is. He shouldn’t be calling you his babe, but he does. You weren’t his babe, you needed to understand that. Well, your mind did, but your heart just refused.

You chose to ignore the existence of Seulki, but you know that’s extremely shitty of you. Sooner or later, you’d end up meeting her and you know you’re only making it more difficult for you. You were acting like nothing else in the world matters, except your feelings.

You were tired of acknowledging everyone’s feelings over your own, though. You had to deal with the absence of your mother and the absence of Jungkook too? All of this at the same time? If he wanted to be in your life, you weren’t the one pushing him away.

You look at your phone again. 6:28 pm. You were hungry already. Would it be too bad to order your take-out already? Who cares? Namjoon isn’t here to call you “halmoni” for dining early, so you gave exactly zero fucks.

Instead of watching the new season of Drag Race, you find yourself rewatching the fourth season. You read somewhere that rewatching shows and rereading books comforts people who find themselves in difficult situations, so you decided to give it a shot. You also lit up a scented cinnamon candle to build up a relaxing atmosphere. So far, it was working.

Suddenly, your intercom goes off. You answer it and, as expected, your Chinese take-out has arrived. Peace. For the first time in many, many months. You felt ok being by yourself, being in your own company.

Of course, you did cry until your eyeballs were all read a few minutes ago, but… well. Fuck it. You had every right.

You press play and Sharon Needles’ voice fills the room again. You loved her. Edgy, talented, brilliant, show stopping, never the same. And the food was delicious, also a good choice.

Somewhere between sequins, feathers and a great deal of make-up on your screen, your intercom goes off again. You weren’t really expecting any company tonight, so it scares you a bit. It could be Jimin surprising you, though. You pause the show again.

After pondering for a few seconds, you decide not to answer it, you’re absolutely sure it’s none of your friends. You remember Jimin saying he and Taehyung were going clubbing tonight, so it wasn’t him. You know Eunjoo was at Yoongi’s and no one else would show up uninvited.

You hear your phone dinging and snap your head in its direction, looking straight to its screen. Then, you sigh in relief. Not today, Hannibal Lecter.

kookie [7:21 pm]: you told me you were gonna be home today 👀

kookie [7:21 pm]: where r u, babe?

You [7:21 pm]: ?

You [7:21 pm]: i AM home

You [7:21 pm]:

kookie [7:21 pm]: looking cozy, babe

kookie [7:21 pm]: but go answer the intercom its me

With you brows furrowed, you look outside your window and see Jungkook standing on the sidewalk. It’s Saturday night, why was he here?

You [7:22 pm]: try again

A couple of seconds after texting him back, the intercom rings again. Since you know it’s Jungkook, you just run to your kitchen, not really picking it up, only pressing the button that opens up the gate, so he could come in. A minute later, he knocks. He never rings the doorbell, God knows why. You were by the door, waiting for him since he called, but you took a few seconds before opening the door, so you wouldn’t look too desperate to see him. You were desperate to see him, but he definitely did not need to know that.

You open the door and you catch him leaning over the door frame, looking a little tired. Even after an entire day of work, he still looked absolutely stunning wearing a plain black shirt (that made his chest muscles stand out) and a pair of light ripped jeans that also made his leg muscles stand out. Like, he looked insanely hot. You also notice his eyes looked profusely dark, while on his lips hanged a smirk. You knew very well what was running through his mind.

He doesn’t waste his time with greetings or anything else, before you manage to say “hi”, he has both hands on you. One on the back of your neck and the other on your lower back, dangerously close to your ass, while his lips were instantly on yours. He kissed you hungrily, like he never did before. Or maybe you’ve just forgotten how kissing someone feels like. The bittersweet taste that lingered in your mouth instantly vanishing with how sweet Jungkook’s lips tasted on yours.

And you were again completely and undeniably under his spell, you were sure now, as soon as his lips landed on yours, you were sure. You tried convincing yourself that you didn’t miss him, that you didn’t miss his touch. But it was all bullshit.

It feels like he’s the only man in this world to you right now. He barely touched you and you already felt your excitement building inside, damping your folds. You couldn’t believe that after all this time you were back into his arms. And truthfully, you didn’t wish to be anywhere else, nor with anyone else. His touch is so familiar, the warmth of his hands on your skin, the taste of his lips on yours… Where they belonged.

He pushes you inside your house and closes your front door with a not so gentle back kick, one that would have you complaining if your lips weren’t much busier right now.

He breaks the kiss and looks at you, searching for your eyes. In his own eyes, you saw a lustful fire, just like the day you were back. Only this time, you probably had the same fire in yours as well.

“Surprise”, he whispers to you, the side of his lip turning upwards.

He throws you against the door and your back hits it with a thud. Before you could blink, he had his hands around your neck and you felt his hot breath against your ear.

“Did you miss me touching you like this?” He whispers with a husky voice in your ear and you feel his teeth biting your earlobe softly.

You could barely think of an answer. The anticipation in you was so strong, the only thing you could think of doing was to crush his lips with yours again. And so you did, your tongue not waiting for his approval, claiming his mouth as soon as yours touched his. He doesn’t stop you, in fact, he responds with the same urge, his taste nearly silencing all your thoughts. His hands travel from your lower back to your ass, which he grabs vigorously, making you gasp.

“If you don’t talk to me, I can’t keep going, babe”, he breaks the kiss. Where your lips were on seconds ago, now hangs a malicious smirk. “I don’t wanna do anything you don’t wanna do… And unless you tell me what to do, I won’t know”.

He knows the words get stuck in your throat when it comes to talking about feelings. Even worse for dirty talking. You just feel… shy. He always insists, though. And you end up always saying some cringy shit.

“Yeah, Kook, I missed you…”, with all the willpower left in you, you manage to say… that.

“But how much, babe?”

“Very much”.

The hand resting on your ass moves straight to your mound, guarded only by your cotton pajama shorts. His index and middle fingers pressing strongly against your clit and his movements feel like electricity spreading throughout your body, making you squirm with his sudden touch.

“How. Much?”, he continues with a husky hot whisper in your ear.

“Let me show you how much”, you say as you place your hand on his already semi hard dick, protected by the jeans pants he’s wearing.

You look into his dark igneous eyes. The hand he has resting firmly on the back of your neck moves fastly to your neck, where he squeezes it softly, but tightly. Making you gasp again with the sudden difficulty to breathe. You let go of the grip you had on his dick, that hardened even more under your touch, to hold his wrist, not to stop him, but to encourage him to continue.

“You don’t give me head unless you’re told, have you forgotten how it works?” , he groans and the needy tone of his voice makes you weak on your knees. “I want to hear your answer, babe… I’ll make you show me how much you’ve missed me later”

And of course his demanding eyes have you convinced, how could you resist? Could anyone resist? That’s the question.

“I missed your hands around my neck”, you start holding both his wrists softly, your tone so low, he had to concentrate on listening to you. “I missed your kisses… I missed your hands pleasuring me… I missed your cock like this… Hard”, you say that as you get one of your hands back on his hard cock, grabbing it firmly, so he’d feel your touch through his jeans. He heaves under your touch. “But more than anything… I miss feeling you inside of me, Kook”, you continue, looking into his eyes. With such a confident tone, it surprised you, you had absolutely no idea where all of this came from. But it seems to be working.

He looks at you amazed, as if he couldn’t really believe you just said these things. Groaning, he slides his fingers inside your shorts and you feel its hot touch against your clit in a circular motion, making you feel so good as you get wetter, if that’s possible. You couldn’t stop a faint moan from escaping you, feeling his finger work their magic inside of you.

Suddenly, he slides both of his index and middle fingers inside your folds, without any kind of warning. He feels your wetness against his touch and as he tightens the grip on your neck, he starts thrusting and bending his fingers against your wet walls, sending electricity through your veins.

Feeling the trance, the shortness of breath and Jungkook’s fingers inside of you, all at the same time, you moan again, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible.

“Louder”, he commands as he quickens up the pace of his thrusts inside your cunt.

And of course you obey him, not really giving a shit if your neighbors would hear you (they would, for sure). You put eight fucking months of repressed desire for this guy in your high pitched moan. As it hits Jungkook’s ears, he lets out a deep breath and pulls his fingers out of your folds, leaving a sense of emptiness inside of you.

“You’re so fucking wet right now”, he lets out an annoyingly sexy laugh and continues. “Didn’t you say you fucked other guys when you were away? I don’t think you did… You’re too wet for someone who’s fucked recently”.

You pretend you didn’t hear it. And he continues.

“Feeling how wet you are right now, I bet you were waiting for me, weren’t you? That’s my girl”.

The hand he had resting on your neck slides down, inside of your light blue pajama shirt (luckily you weren’t wearing your Scooby Doo pjs tonight), cupping one of your boobs and squeezing them firmly. It has you sighing heavily and with Jungkook’s grip out of your throat, you could actually breathe again. He notices your heavy breathing and keeps on talking.

“You know you can’t find this anywhere else, right? No one can get you wet only by touching you… like I do, babe. There’s no one like me”, he squeezes your bob one more time to show you he expected an answer. “I asked you a question, babe…”

“Y-Yes…”

“So fucking say it… There’s no one like me, tell me you’re mine”, he hisses.

“There is no one like you, Kookie”

“What else?”

“I’m yours, Kookie!”

You look him in the eye. It was true. He kisses you again, his tongue desperate for yours. And even though the kiss was rough, his lips felt like silk against yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you corresponded his urgency with the same intensity. His taste intoxicating you to a point it’s even hard to breathe.

“Why did you lie to me, then?”, he murmurs against your lips.

You kinda freeze. In fact, there was a very specific explanation. Was it worth it, though? Saying well: “I was jealous, because I thought you didn’t want me, since you got yourself a fucking girlfriend and I’m also a very proud person so I didn’t wanna admit I want you more than anything”. He clearly wants you, so fuck it. And you know he gets pissed when you’re silent during sex, so you’d keep silent just to tease him.

He seems to notice something change, maybe you were even smirking against his lips right now, who knows? You’re so deep into this moment you barely think of your actions. He breaks the kiss, furrowing his brows and stepping back. You’re confused for a second, but when you notice he’s unbuckling his black leather belt, you can feel the anticipation in your stomach.

“Since you won’t talk to me, I’ll keep your mouth busy. Knees on the floor”, he says as he unzips his pants. You obey him, never averting his intense gaze. You fucking love this. He looks down on you, with a commanding, almost cruel expression. “You know what to do, don’t you?”

You nod.

“Then do it”.

Sliding your hands inside his gray boxers, you caress his cock with the tip of your fingers, teasing him. He growls and pulls your hair from behind your head with a tight grip, turning your face up so he can look at you. You smile and open your mouth, showing him the full length of your tongue. He sticks his thumb inside your mouth, pressing it onto your tongue. You wrap your lips around it, as you lick its tip. This has Jungkook’s eyes glisten with lust as a light moan escapes from his gaping mouth.

“I want you to fucking choke on me, babe, show me how much you fucking miss me”, he murmurs between gritted teeth.

The thing about sex with him is… You can’t say no. Ever. You like to tease, but he knows you do that only to have him manhandling you even more.

With your hand inside his boxers, you grab his cock firmly, wrapping your hands around it and pulling it out of his underpants. You look at it for a second, fully hardened in your hands, the tip angrily reddish. Honestly, it’s the most beautiful dick you’ve seen in your life.

You lick its tip very slowly, just to tease him a bit more. You see his chest going up and down slowly, as if he’s having a hard time controlling his reaction. You don’t even allow him to think about complaining, quickly covering its full length with your tongue, looking into his eyes until he closes them.

Allowing the pleasure waves to take over him, he throws his head back, as you’d wrapped your lips around him, taking in the full length of his cock inside of your mouth.

You shift from long and slow licks, from top to bottom, to fast open mouthed licks to the tip, almost as if you were French kissing his dick, playing with its tip with your moist and warm tongue.

“Ngahh… Yeah, babe… Just like that”, he says as he looks at you, his breathing was loud, fanning hot air against your sweaty cheeks.

Having him here in your house, calling you his babe, with his cock filling your mouth and having him squirm under your touch was all you wanted. You feel your heart racing, you couldn’t tell if it was because you were happy or horny. Maybe both.

He throws his head back again as you continue to suck it, eagerly, taking him even further down your throat, while licking the base of his cock vigorously. He was starting to get totally lost, you could feel it in the way he was trying to steady himself on his knees. The way he was giving himself to you made you even more hungry from him, he was completely in this moment with you, allowing you to do whatever you wanted.

He starts thrusting his cock softly, holding your hair in a kind of a messy ponytail. You can see he won’t last much longer, for his thrusts are getting a little out of pace, he opens his eyes and you see they were completely taken over by a dark shadow of pleasure and lust. His brows were furrowed. He was concentrating on the sight of your lips wrapped around him and you were giving him the full show.

You slowed down your pace, allowing him to slowly thrust inside your mouth in his own rhythm. The whole thing was so sexy, you were so eager for him, you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter.

“If—you don’t stop…” he says as he places his hand on your cheek, while the other one still holds your hair. “I’m gonna—cum”.

You moan softly, grabbing hold of his base as you use your hands to pleasure him while you licked and sucked his wincing tip.

“Nah… Stop”, he pulls his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop.

You shoot him a confused look, as he helps you on your feet. He leans in and pecks your lips. His hard wet cock being pressed into your covered mound as your bodies’ distance disappears makes your insides flip in anticipation.

“After all this time not being able to actually fuck you…” he emphasizes the word fuck, looking at you with his deep lustful gaze, forcing you to let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I want to cum deep inside this fucking pussy”.

And just like that, he’s sliding his index finger inside your folds again, to feel your wetness again. He smirks. Your breathing was so loud, you were pretty sure even your neighbors could hear you through the walls.

“You’re so ready for me, babe, aren’t you?” he asks you in a husky voice, thrusting with his fingers at a very slow pace. You shake your head in a desperate way, agreeing. “I know you only get wet like this for me”.

You hum lazily in agreement, feeling the trance of his fingers inside you.

“Do you want me to cum inside of you?—I want to hear your answer”, he hisses the last part through his teeth.

“Y-yes”.

“Tell me I’m the only one who gets to cum inside of you”

“You are, K-Kookie”.

“Am I what, Y/n? I didn’t catch that”.

“You’re the only one who can cum inside me”.

“Yeah, you bet. Then fucking take me to your bed, that’s where I want to fuck you. I want to be the first one to fuck you in there, so you won’t forget who owns you”, he whispers in your ear, then he bites it, not as soft as before.

At this point, you had no control over yourself, you’d do whatever he asks you to. You hold his hand, entwining your fingers. Doing this after so long makes you feel funny, but not bad, though.

Did all this mean he wasn’t with Seulki anymore? You are not sure if you want to know. The less you know the better, in this case. You lead him to your bedroom, where the container of your take-out still lays beside your laptop on your bed.

“I like how you docarated it”, he says casually, like you weren’t almost choking on his dick a minute ago. The dark in his eyes softened.

“Thanks”, you manage to say as you throw the stuff to the floor. “I want to add a little more color, though”.

“It’ll look nice”, he shoots you a soft smile.

You start to feel awkward with this whole situation, having him here after the momentum has passed talking about home decoration. Now you remember saying the things you said in the heat of the moment and you just wanted to lock yourself in the bathroom until he went away. One minute he was a man possessed with such a dirty mouth, on the other he was complimenting the new furniture in your bedroom. He’s always been a walking and talking mystery to you then and he still is now.

Then, you feel his touch again and all the anxiety just vanishes. As simple as that, Jungkook was like a drug or something and you never really tried to resist. He hugs you from behind, his toned arms making you feel so tiny as you feel his lips on your neck, leaving wet kisses on the sensitive skin. You feel weak on your knees as he starts biting the flesh of your neck, probably leaving marks that you’d have to cover with makeup tomorrow. But fuck it, you just wanted to be his.

His tattooed hand grabs hold of the hem of your pajama shirt, then the other one follows, while he is still concentrating his lips on your neck and you feel yourself lose the last bit of self control you held. He starts pulling your shirt up, finding no resistance in you, as you throw your arms up and he tosses it somewhere in your bedroom.

“Turn around, let me see you”, he whispers against the hot flesh of your neck.

You do as he says, his eyes trailing from your boobs to your face.

“Fuck it, give me my sin again” He leans in for another rough kiss, one you’re sure will leave both of your lips swollen from the intensity. Your naked upper body pressed against his muscular covered chest. He pushes you onto your bed and lays on top of you right after, making you feel the weight of his body on yours and the touch of his hard cock against your mound.

“You’re so fucking hot…”, his gaze gets even more intense. “You’re mine, you realize that, right?”, he says as his hand reaches for your ass and squeezes its cheek harshly. “All mine”.

You agree with a slight nod. There was no point in denying it anyway. It was true and you both knew it. He had his lips back on your neck, marking you with hickeys all over the place. You just lost yourself to his touch and how he made you feel wanted and desired, allowing the pleasure to take over you.

“This fucking ass belongs to me and to me alone…”, he continues.

You hum in agreement. He lifts his head and looks at you, he’s got his damn smirk back. The smirk that lives in your mind rent free, the one you couldn’t stop thinking about for eight fucking months.

“Oh, Y/n, when you look at me like this, I swear… Are you still gonna keep on trying to make me jealous with that Kim Seokjin guy?”

He has you gagging. At that moment, you didn’t even remember Jin existed. Why was he talking about him, for fuck’s sake?

You felt… weird now?

“Are you?”, he asks again, as he slides your shorts down your legs, slowly. Exposing your complete nakedness.

“Stop talking about him…”, you whisper as you close your eyes. It just felt wrong.

“Why, babe?” he bites softly the inside of your calf. “Why can’t I talk about that punk, huh? He’s been trying to get what’s mine and I don’t like that”.

Did he have to bring Jin into his fucking dirty talk? He has been nothing but sweet to you and you really didn’t feel like playing this game with Jungkook. You say nothing.

“Don’t want to talk about your friend?”, he pouts and you shake your head. You really didn’t want to involve Jin, it just crossed a line you didn’t know was there in the first place. “Let me make you forget about him, then.”

Jungkook’s head gets closer to your body again, only this time he has his tongue against your clit, drawing circles with it, slow and soft ones. You moan loud this time, the pleasure being too much to handle in silence and he hums against the sensitive skin. He slides his index finger inside of you, curling it yet again against your wet hot walls. You were so wet you could hear yourself, it was embarrassing.

“Oh, babe, you’re so ready for me… So wet…”

You lift your head to look at him. He stares at you back and his expression looks wild, you love it. You smirk at him and agree with your head.

“I am… Kook, just fuck me already”.

He looks at you in pure amazement, his eyes full of lust again.

“You want it that bad, huh? I can feel it” Jungkook pulls his finger out of you and licks it, tasting your wetness on it. He knows you lose it everytime he does that and you’re indeed long lost right now, your sanity flying out your window.

“Please, Kookie”, you whine.

He groans as he takes off his black shirt hastily, next he takes off his ripped jeans and, finally, his also black boxers. He tosses his clothes somewhere onto the floor of your bedroom, just like your pjs, not really caring where they land.

Then, he decides to turn off the lights. The lights coming from the window add different colors to the scene happening inside your bedroom. He was a photography director through and through, indeed. You see him taking something from his pants on the floor and the sound of plastic being unwrapped meant it was probably a condom. Thank God, because you weren’t taking the pill and you were so done for, you didn’t even think about protection.

Jungkook then turns around and crawls back into your bed, while you are still laying on your back. Your eyes never leaving his softly lit body, his insane abs that shouldn’t even be allowed shirtless near you for the sake of your sanity. Suddenly, his hands grab your waist and turn you around.

He lays on top of your naked body, pressing his cock against your ass, his hands on each side of your head supporting his strong body as he hovers over yours. You can hear his loud breathing and vice versa.

“On all fours”, his hoarse voice commanded, breath fanning against the back of your neck, making you shiver.

You bend your knees and stretch your arms on the mattress, finding a comfortable angle to position your ass, since you know this is Jungkook’s favorite position and he can get a little too intense sometimes.

You feel the tip of his cock touching your ass, which has you moaning lightly in anticipation. He seems to enjoy it and the next thing you know, he’s pushing his cock inside your folds, without much ceremony.

You gasp and it seems like the world is spinning, with Jungkook thrusts harshly into you. You take his full length in each thrust, feeling the pleasing pain deep inside you. Then he slides out of you very slowly, angling himself to hit all the right spots against your warm and wet walls.

“I wanted to be inside you so bad, babe…”, he says as he squeezes your ass with his large warm hand. “Let me hear you”.

Jungkook’s thrusts start to get faster, picking up an intense pace. Each thud making you moan louder and louder. You can’t even keep your mind straight, you don’t think about the embarrassment you’ll go through tomorrow morning if you faced one of your neighbors. He knew how to give it to you so good, his cock buried so deep inside you, he has you holding your bed sheets in a tight grip.

“Yeah, babe, let everyone know only I can make you moan like this”, he slaps your ass, probably leaving a mark where his hand landed. You knew you were so done for. You were so lost into him, into this moment. Everything this guy did and said to you was so fucking sexy. “Tell me you’re mine!”

“I am- yours!”, you whine in return. It’s more of a confession than anything, in the middle of all of this dirty stuff. He moans as soon as your response gets to his ears, which has you weak on your knees. “Oh, my God, Kook!”

“What? Say it”, he asks a bit desperately.

“I’ve missed us s-so much”, you cry out.

His moaning was too much for you. You start to feel your climax building inside your core, squeezing him tightly as Jungkook thrusted in and out of you, in an insanely pleasurable pace, hitting all the right spots inside of you.

Your hips trying to keep up with his lunges, the feeling so intense, so overwhelming. You were pretty sure you started to moan even louder than before, your breathing was so heavy you were starting to feel breathless. He notices you weren’t going to last much longer and pulls out of you hastily, leaving an emptiness behind.

He held your hips tightly with his hot hands, making you lay on your back. His intense gaze finding your eyes, there was such a connection between the two of you in this moment.

“I want you to look at me while you cum”, he says bluntly.

The words go straight to your core, making you squirm under his gaze. He parts your legs with his hands and nestles himself between them, positioning the tip of his cock in your folds. He holds his weight with his strong hands besides your head, his forehead touching yours, eyes on yours.

Then he’s inside you again, thrusting hungrily, so deep inside you it hurts. Your walls were squeezing him and squelching with his hard thuds.

“You’re so fucking tight!”

He brings his lips down to yours, his tongue instantly inside your mouth chasing yours. It was like you were losing track of time and space. It was a rough and kinda sloppy kiss, the pleasure in you so intense you couldn’t even control yourself, you couldn’t think straight.

“I’m c-cumming, babe…”, you whisper against Jungkook’s lips and he hums in agreement, almost in a light moan.

“Yes, babe, cum all over my cock!”

It was it for you. You felt the ecstasy exploding throughout your body as it felt numb with the waves of pleasure flowing through your veins. It’s like the world has stopped for a few seconds and there’s nothing but the overwhelming feeling between your legs. Jungkook’s mouth on yours making your moans sound a little softer.

“Fuck, babe, you’ll be the death of me… You’re so fucking tight!”, he whispers in a husky voice against your mouth.

He keeps on thrusting, getting sloppier in each movement. You keep on moaning, so sensitive after climaxing you could just faint in his arms.

“Where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside”, you grunted.

He holds your gaze for less than a second. He knows what it means having you ask him to do that. It means he’s the only one in your life right now. Actually, he’s been the only one for you since you two met.

“Say my n-name”, he commands.

“Are you cumming, Kook? Please, do it deep inside me, babe”.

And he was also done for, listening to your needy pleas. You feel his legs shaking beside your body as his cock jerked inside of you as he thrusted inside your folds one last time. He grunts, his breath fanning lightly against your face.

He lets out a breathless chuckle and pulls out of you. Both of your chests heaving up and down harshly. Jungkook then throws himself beside you on the bed, resting his head on the crook of your neck, pecking its skin softly.

“Y/n, there’s only one problem…”

“What?” You ask him, lifting one of your brows, trying to look at him while his face is still in the same place.

“You called me babe, I never told you you could call me that…”, he pecks your neck one more time, resting his tattooed arm on you. “You need to be more creative, babe is my thing to you”.

“Oh, yeah? Ok… I’m sure I can think of a better pet name than simply babe”, you tease.

“Hey, what’s wrong with being my babe now?”, he lifts his head, looking at you while trying to suppress a smile.

“Nothing”, you answer him and peck his lips.

You were exhausted. He was too, since he didn’t say anything back and a few seconds later he had his face buried in the crook of your neck again. It all felt so familiar to you, this moment made you feel like nothing had changed. It made you forget things have indeed changed. His touch, his gaze, the things he said to you, laying in bed and falling asleep together after tiring each other out. It seems like things were going back to their place, at least, part of them. Maybe this meant he was about to break up with Seulki. After today, how could he not? Anyway, this is a future you’s problem.

All you could think of now was how right it all felt. And you fell asleep in his arms.

Ch 03 ⋙

just say goodnight n go | chapter 03.

pairing ↠ jin x reader, fuckboy!jungkook x reader

genre ↠ college au | love triangle | strangers to lovers | slow burn | fluff, angst, smut | multi-chapter

word count ↠ 8.9k

18+ | warnings ↠ grivieng character, a little bit of jealousy, swearing.

summary ↠ when your mother passes away, you go back to your college student life, only to find out the guy you liked (and were friends with benefits with) had a girlfriend now. trying to get over him and your mother’s passing, seokjin, the friend of a friend wants you to give him a chance. will you find your way back to yourself?

A/N  ↠ so I’m back with another one andtoday I offer a lil bit of fluff with kim seokjin! YES!! on this one I decided to insert some poorly edited social media au (?). is it cringy? also this one is longer than the previous chaps, is it too long? please lemme know. anyway, I hope you enjoy this story and feel free to give me your honest feedback.

and also here’s a playlist for you to listen while you read :)

⋘ Ch 02

“Of course you can say whatever you want, if you find the elements to support your arguments, but I can always disagree if I find elements to support my own counterarguments’’, Han gyosunim states running her eyes through the classroom, so she could make brief eye contact with all of your classmates. “So, yes, Cha Songwook-ssi, you can write in your paper that you believe the gothic movement bases its aesthetics on German Expressionism, you only need to convince me”.

It was always him. Always Cha Songwook with his never ending questions (most of them stupid) hampering the professors from dismissing their classes. Seriously, this guy… Can’t he just write whatever the fuck he wants and wait for the goddamn evaluation?

Han gyosunim looks at her watch and, then, starts again.

“Well, our time today is up… If you have any more questions you can email me anytime, ok? Wish you all a pleasant day!”

You gather your stuff calmly, stuffing them into your backpack. You greet your professor on your way out as you head towards the door.

In the corridor, you run into two girls who are attending the same classes as you this term. As you took a leave of absence, your actual classmates were one semester ahead of you, Jungkook for example, was one of them. So you had to mingle again, in case you skipped any classes, you’d have someone to lend you their notes. They recognize you and flash you warm smiles.

“Y/n! We didn’t have any chance to catch up… I’m happy to see you’re back”, Hyori, the redheaded one, says, looking at you with kind eyes. “How are you? We are very sorry for your loss”.

The dreaded question pops up again. Poor thing, she’s just trying to be nice, but you really did not feel like explaining anything, especially to someone who wasn’t exactly close to you. Of course you weren’t fine… Why do people insist on asking?

“Thank you, Hyori. I think I can say I’m getting by”, you laugh awkwardly. “What about you, girls? How are things?”

“We’re ok”, the other one, Jinshil, replies. “Definitely did not miss college, but ok”.

You join her and laugh a very plastic laugh, trying to be as nice as you can. You hate small talk with every fiber of your being.

“I kind of did, surprisingly. I’ve postponed taking Photography as much as I could, though, but here I am now. Not as bad as I thought, but it’s still bad”.

“Yeah, I didn’t know you hadn’t taken Photography yet, so I was surprised to see you there”, Hyori points out. “I also thought I’d hate it, but it turns out I love Han gyosunim’s classes”.

“Yeah, she’s… great. An inspiring woman, right?”, you try.

You see the girls eyes fixating on something behind you, appalled. Jinshil’s jaw drops and you can’t help but to follow their gaze, only to find Jungkook walking towards you. A warm smile hangs on his lips when you turn to look at him. He is dressed in a light blue sweatshirt that made him look amazing, as always.

“Hello, ladies”, he smiles at the girls and turns to you, bumping his shoulder playfully into yours. “Hey, what are you up to?”

“This was my last class today”, you state pointing to Han gyosunim’s classroom with your thumb. “So, I’ll be heading home to take a well deserved nap”.

He laughs and it feels like music to your ears.

“Why did I even ask?”, he shakes his head at you. “Anyway… If you girls need any help with this class, don’t hesitate to ask, ok? Photography isn’t exactly an easy one”.

“Aww, thanks, oppa!” Jinshil says a little too excited for your taste.

But then again, you had no right to feel any type of way.

“No need to call me oppa, Jinshil, I’ve already told you that”, he states it with a grin, his eyes looking like small crescent moons. He was passive aggressively trying to be nice. “Anyway, I’ll get going, just wanted to say hi”.

Both Jinshil and Hyori say their faintly sly “goodbyes” to Jungkook at the same time, which makes him laugh a bit.

“Bye, Kook”, you wave your hand at him.

“I’ll see you later today, right? At the house? Namjoon hyung will be there too”, he says, already walking away backwards, so he could still look at you as he spoke.

“Hmm, no promises, I need to start studying for Photography, but maybe I’ll swing by”.

“Oh, come on, Y/n!” He furrows his brows. “You know what? I’ll ask Jimin to convince you”.

“I do need to study, Kook”, you dismiss him with your hands.

“We’ll see”.

Scrunching his little nose as he smiled at you, looking like a cute little bunny, he waves goodbye and turns around, walking away. You can’t take your eyes off him until he’s disappeared from your sight. Well, that’s your cue, enough small talk for today. As you turn to face the girls again, you notice they are looking at you with curious expressions. Weird.

“Y/n… Can I ask you something?” Jinshil starts.

“Yeah, sure”, you reply curiously.

“Was the break-up peaceful?”

“Whose break-up?!” you ask, cocking one of your eyebrows, with a dumbfounded expression.

What the fuck?

“Well, you and Jungkook… you broke up, right? He’s dating someone else now, isn’t he?” She asks again, speaking in a lower tone. “I thought you wouldn’t be speaking to each other after… You know?”

Again: what the fuck? What was she talking about? Did people know anything about you? And if they did, what the fuck does she have to do with it? “I’ll ask again, Jinshil, what break-up? Jungkook and I are friends! Where did that come from?” you try to soften your tone as much as possible, in an attempt to sound baffled by her assumptions.

Truthfully, you just wanted to say “mind your own fucking business”, but then again, you couldn’t even be rude, they were nerds, you’d need their help at some point, you knew it!

“Well… We all thought-”

“Sorry, you’re mistaken, sweetie. We are just friends”.

“Oh… ok”.

Hyori, who was, until this point, a silent listener decides to participate too.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, . Not sound like a gossip, but… Er… But, last year Park Woosung kinda saw you two, like, making out at one of his frat parties and… He kinda told some people, like, from our department. We all kinda knew you two dated since then. You two are always together, you treat each other like boyfriend and girlfriend. I mean, it was none of anyone’s business, but…”

Your own jaw drops by now.

“That’s why I asked… You two were pretty much a couple in everyone’s eyes”, Jinshil stated with an apologetic tone, looking you in the eyes. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything”.

You were still processing the new piece of information you have just received. Ok, so, pretty much all of your classmates and some other students from your department knew about you and Jungkook. Who else knows? That’s the question. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. If Namjoon ever finds out about it he’d be fucking pissed.

And now everyone probably pities you, since they all know you two were a thing. You still kinda are. You didn’t even know for, it was too fucking complicated already and people sticking their noses into it made it all worse. Fuck.

You laugh, that’s what you do. You try to sound convincing, you can say that. They look at you curiously, knowing you were about to spill some more gossip.

“Nah, it’s ok, sweetie”, you declare nonchalantly. You try, at least. “We are really just friends…It was a one time thing- The… What Park Woosung saw. We were drunk and you know? It happens, am I right? Anyway, I can hear my bed calling for me. Gotta go. See you later, ok?”

“Oh, ok. Sure. See you later”, Hyori waves her hand at you, looking a little awkward now.

“Bye, Y/n”, Jinshil follows, looking as awkward as her friend.

You turn around feeling disoriented, you just need to get as distant as you can from these girls. You definitely did not see it coming.

Fuuuuuuck.

To make matters worse, your situation with Jungkook was exactly the same, you two were still seeing each other in secret, only this time, it was behind his girlfriend’s back. And well, it’s not so much of a secret anymore, people were starting to notice there was something going on between you two, it was only a matter of time until someone else found out you were back “together”. You can already predict everything Eunjoo is going to say about this, if you decide to tell her.

You feel your phone vibrating in your pocket and you see a text from Seokjin.

jin [3:37 pm]: coffee? 🧐

You [3:37 pm]: yea, meet u there :)

“How can someone who studies filmmaking hate photography? That’s absurd”, Jin asks you dumbfounded.

You’re sitting next to him on a bench near his favorite coffee shop. You two were making a habit out of coming here for some much needed dose of coffee in the afternoon.

“Well, there are three hundred other things I can do in a movie set, you know?”, you ask, sitting beside him on the bench. “And I’m only complaining about the goddamn assignment, it’s only week 3! And also, don’t argue with the expert, ok?”

“You’re the one who started complaining about your gyosunim, you know? I just invited you for a coffee, you could’ve talked about the weather or I don’t know…” he takes a sip of his iced latte. “Now you’re gonna have to listen to my remarks”.

You roll your eyes at him and he laughs. Honestly, the thing Jin does the most in his existence is laughing. And he laughs like means it, like he’s actually enjoying the little things that happen every day. And, well, now you know him enough to know that he really is.

Your favorite thing about him is he’s not embarrassed of it. He feels genuinely comfortable in his own skin and that’s something you actually admire. Most of the time you spend together, you laugh at his gaudy laugh.

Being around him was, actually, a breath of fresh air. And you needed it desperately. You needed to feel like you were able to breathe again, without feeling the lingering sense of heaviness in your chest. And you are able to do that when he’s around. Your friendship is, in one word, refreshing.

“Do you mind?” You ask him, showing your pack of cigarettes.

“You know I don’t”, he answers with a soft tone, with the corner of his lips turned upwards.

You light up your cigarette, taking a long pull on it. You close your eyes for a second, feeling the instant relaxation the nicotine provides.

“As you told me to talk about the weather, here I go. It’s kinda hot today, isn’t it? Hate it”, you state it as you squint your eyes, looking at the clear blue skies. Today reminds you of a song Namjoon likes I wish I had a bullet big enough to fucking kill the Sun, I’m sick of songs about the summer and I hate everyone. Yeah, it was a good song. Also, your current mood.

“I mean, I hate it when I’m trapped between college and that stupid law firm”, he runs his hands through his hair, taking his fringe away from his eyes. He looks divine with his forehead exposed, his bleached locks messily parted to the sides highlighting how gorgeous his face looks.

Actually, Seokjin is bewitching. He didn’t only have a pretty face, he also had a very nice body combined with an amazing personality. He is a real knockout and especially right now, inside of a fucking tuxedo, it was unfair.

“But if the sun is still out on the weekend, we could go to the beach or something, what do you think? My family owns a house in Jeju, we could drive there on Friday night and come back on Sunday”, he continues.

“Yeah, I’d love to! Namjoon will be a hundred percent down too, he’s been talking about going to the beach nonstop”.

He bites his plump pink lips.

”Yeah… I was thinking more like, only the two of us… If you want to, of course”, he says it in a faint tone.

The invitation catches you off guard… Was he asking you on a date or something? A weekend in his family house? When did you two get to this level? Your brain was in full code red mode! You don’t want to say “no”, though.

But that’s the worst part, you didn’t feel like declining this invitation. Things between you and Jungkook were fine, weren’t they? Why did you feel like accepting an invitation to spend the weekend in Jeju island with another guy?

And why the fuck did Seokjin have to do that in person??? Doesn’t he know this kind of thing needs to be discussed with your friends first? The right thing to do was ask you via text message, so you could talk to Eunjoo before giving your final answer!! It’s the 21st century, doesn’t he know the rules? My God!

He cocks his head, never breaking eye contact. As much as his face remained stoic, you could see the anticipation in his eyes, they had a different blaze in them.

“It doesn’t have to be a date”, he tries again.

“Ok”, you just say it, flashing him a nice smile. “It’s nice of you, Jin”.

Well, fuck it. How could you say “no”? You definitely couldn’t. Not when he looked at you like that. So far, the only thing he wanted was to spend time with you, he never asked for anything in return. What’s the problem of spending a weekend with your friend? It’s a normal thing to do. It makes you soft… He makes you soft.

Fuck, why are you thinking those things about him? He’s just a friend.

“‘Ok’? Really? I thought you were about to say no”, he says, placing one of his hands on his chest dramatically. “It would be awful, I’d have to ignore you for the rest of my life”.

You laugh.

“Why?”

“Well, you’d hurt my ego, y’know? I’m not used to hearing ‘no’ when I ask someone out”, he replies with a smirk.

“You’ve just told me it doesn’t have to be a date, Kim Seokjin-ssi”, you squint, poking him on the chest with your free hand.

You take another pull at your cigarette, already feeling your head a little less heavy on your shoulders. Jin’s smirk still lingering on his lips. You could feel your cheeks burn as you blushed.

“Why are you smiling?”, you ask him, also smirking.

He doesn’t say anything and his eyes never leave you. Smirk untouched on his plump lips.

“Answer me!” You whine.

He parts his lips, but before any sound could leave his mouth, out the fucking blue, something hits your hand and your cigarette falls instantly to the floor. Dumbfounded, you look in the direction this sudden stroke came and you find a grumpy Namjoon, with his arms crossed, alongside a smiling Hobi.

The contrast, my friends…

“Really, Kim Namjoon-ssi?”

“You promised me you’d quit smoking, Y/n”, your brother states with an accusing tone.

“I will, but it’s a fucking process, you understand how the human brain works, don’t you, mister biologist? Give me time!” You point to the cigarette on the floor. “Also, this is pollution, you should know better”.

He huffs, but picks it up, putting it out on the metallic surface of the trash can and throws it away properly. Hobi and Jin just patiently watch the interaction between you and your brother, probably none of them feel like getting between family.

He, then, acts like nothing had happened, flashing a friendly smile in your direction, proudly showing his dimple to you.

“Hey, Jin, did Y/n invite you to come to the frat house tonight? There’ll be lots of tequila”, your brother asks, trying to sound as inviting as he could.

In the past few weeks, Eunjoo managed to persuade Namjoon into thinking it was a good idea to play matchmaking with you and Seokjin. So now he has joined her in the never ending quest to make the two of you fall in love. This was probably something he’d tell her later on today, how he “invited Seokjin over to the frat house so you two could spend more time together”. Both of them were positive you wouldn’t be able to resist much longer.

We’ll see. Only one of them knows about you and Jungkook and Eunjoo had a personal agenda against your relationship, so her opinion doesn’t count.

Jin cocks his brows and looks at you. You shake your head to him, furrowing your own brows.

“No, because my plans today involve studying fucking photography. I don’t know about you guys’ majors, but mine involves a hell lot of studying”, you turn to your brother as you answer him.

“Come on, Y/n! It’s gonna be just us”, Hobi gets closer to you, all excited. You notice he smells extra nice today.

“Is this a new perfume, Hobi?”, you sniff the air close to him.

“Yes! Why? Don’t you like it?” he asks hesitantly.

Weird, he’s always so confident. Luckily, Hobi’s mind works similarly to the mind of a toddler, you just need to keep on talking about his perfume and everyone else would have to stop talking about tonight’s gathering.

“I hope you do, cause it was fucking expensive!” He continues.

“He’s trying to smell nice for someone, don’t bother asking me who, because he refuses to tell us who it is. And since we’re here, Y/n, give him your female input, please”, Namjoon points to Hobi’s neck. “I can’t stand it anymore, he doesn’t stop talking about fucking perfumes… Maybe your opinion will make him drop the subject”.

“Woah, man, I have feelings, you know? Am I annoying you that much?”, he pouts.

“Nevermind my grumpy brother… Come here, Hobi”, you say, placing your hand on the side of his neck.

Hobi gets closer to you, tilting his head to the side so you could get as close as possible to his neck. You lean over to him, placing your nose on his warm skin, sniffing faintly and feeling the soft citrus scent emanating from him. It was really pleasant and if it was someone else’s neck, you’d be super turned one right now. Ok, maybe not in front of your brother, but you’d be dreaming about this neck for weeks.

Not that he was unattractive or anything, it’s just that Hobi wasn’t really your type, but you understand the appeal he had to the girls on campus. He is super cute, he has a heart of gold, a great sense of humour and he dances like a pro, his hips have a life of their own.

“So, what do you think?” he asks with doe-eyes, when he turns to face you again.

You hear Jin clearing his throat at your side.

“This might be the best scent I’ve smelled in my life, it’s amazing, Hobi, she’ll love it! Come back here…” you say as you place your hand back on Hobi’s neck, leaning over in his direction again.

“YAAA, Y/N! That’s enought” you feel Jin’s hands pulling you back by the hips, his big warm hands on your slim figure, as you let go of Hobi’s neck falling on your butt back on the bench you were sitting minutes ago. “Your coffee is getting cold, here”.

He states it, placing the plastic cup in your hands. You look at him dumbfounded. What is men’s problem? First of all, Hobi is your friend. Second of all, Jin is also just your friend.

Namjoon flashes you a grin, like he’s saying “see? Eunjoo and I are right about you two” with his fucking dragon eyes and throws an arm around Hobi’s shoulders.

“See? She will love it, now let’s get going…”, he kisses your forehead and waves Seokjin goodbye. “Text me when you get home, ok? Maybe I’ll spend the night at the frat house, not sure”.

“Ok, Joonie. Have fun”, you flash both of them a faint smile. “Bye, Hobi, good luck with your new girl”.

He mouths you a “thank you” and turns around, sprinting to join Namjoon, who was way ahead already, since he’s a fast walker due to his long legs. When you can no longer see Hobi and Joon, you look at Jin, who seemed to be way too busy with the lid of his cup to give you his attention right now.

“What was that about?”, the sound of your voice makes him look at you and you cock one of your eyebrows.

“What was what?”

“With Hobi… He’s my friend, you know?”

He smirks. He fucking decides to smirk right now. His fucking perfect smirk. Those white aligned teeth contrasting against his plump pinkish lips of his. He’s so goddamn handsome…

“Well, your coffee was getting cold… And I paid for it, you know? Didn’t want to hear you complaining it was spoiled and then throwing it away”, he states nonchalantly.

Of course, he always has a comeback.

“I see… Do you want your money back, then?”

“Of course not, in the future, I don’t want to hear you telling people that I made you pay for things on our dates”.

“Is this a date? I wasn’t aware”, you challenge.

“I didn’t tell you, because I was afraid you’d say no, but all of our coffees dates are actual dates in my mind”, he declares playfully as he checks his watch. “Hey, babygirl, I gotta get going, ok? Have to be in the office in 20”.

And yes, he had started calling you his babygirl.

Like, it wasn’t only that one time at the boys’ house, the pet name occasionally rolled off his tongue, like it was nothing and it always caught you off guard. You were fucking weak, you knew. You should definitely warn him you were already in a very complicated situation with Jungkook, you did not need to complicate things even further by stalling the guy.

But it was hard, ok? You are a human being, therefore, flawed. As you stated before, you are weak and your main weakness is: good-looking men. This is probably what got you into your “Jungkook situation” and that’s probably gonna lead you into a “Jin situation” in the near future. If only he was a little less… Well, a little less attentive, caring and a lot less handsome, you’d easily push him away. But yeah, you’re fucking weak.

And he’s a big boy, he should know better. He knows about you and Jungkook.

“Sure, Jinie”, you flash him a faint smile, as you get to your feet. “I’m trying to decide wether I should go home for a nap or be responsible and stay on campus so I can start working on that stupid fucking paper”.

“You know I’m older than you, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You should be calling me oppa instead of ‘Jinie’”.

“Oh, fuck you!” Despite your harsh words, your tone was light and playful.

“I mean it!” he gestures dramatically, again.

“No! I’m not calling you oppa, Seokjin!” You cut him off, while you suppress a laugh.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that… Anyway, you just told them how bad you need to study… I think you already have your answer”, he pats your head.

“Ugh! I know”, you confess as you roll your eyes.

“Then, let’s get going, I’ll walk you to the library”.

He says it as he grabs your hand, not entwining your fingers, just holding it like mothers do to their kids when crossing a street. It, again, catches you off guard. You don’t really know how to react, you just allow him to hold it, looking at his long fingers wrapped around your much smaller hand, guiding you through the gigantic campus.

You and Jungkook never held hands like this, in front of people, there was always a reason to hide. Holding hands in public made something in your chest feel warm. It felt nice.

You’ve been sitting on your ass for the last three and a half hours, reading a copy of “Cinematography: Theory and Practice”. If anyone asks, you’d never admit it, but it’s been a pleasant read (as pleasant as studying goes, of course). Photography isn’t that bad, actually.

Jungkook would laugh at you hard if you ever admit that. But, of course, you wouldn’t. You were a proudful human being.

Even though you didn’t come to the library as much as you should, whenever you do, you end up not really wanting to leave. Maybe it was the relaxing atmosphere or the smell of books, but there is something that makes you want to spend your whole day studying. Well, maybe that’s why libraries exist in the first place. And as much as you’d like to stay, you notice the sun is already set. It’s time to go.

While you gather your stuff, you check your phone and you notice that you hadn’t touched it this whole time. Both Jimin and Jungkook had texted you.

chim chim 🐥 [5:49 pm]: are u home?

chim chim 🐥 [5:49 pm]: if u are, can i come over after practice? real quick

You [7:11 pm]: sorry, i was studying. not home now, but i’ll be soon

You [7:11 pm]: and of course you can come over

You [7:11 pm]: see ya soon 💛

Now, thinking about it, you hadn’t had the opportunity to catch up with Jimin after that night at the frat house, it’d be nice to see him. He probably was going to try to convince you to leave your cave tonight, but he would never do it openly, so it would be easy to be evasive.

kookie [4:28 pm]: what the fuck have i just seen?

You [7:11 pm]: what?? now i’m curious

You [7:11 pm]: sorry i didnt see your text, kookie

You [7:11 pm]: i was studying

After that, you put your phone in your pocket and head home. All you could think of now was taking a hot relaxing shower.

“I know the situation is absolutely shitty, but don’t isolate yourself… Please”, Jimin asks you as he squeezes your cheeks. “Ok, cutie pie?”

“I’m not!” you jerk your head away from his grasp. “But some days are worse than others… I wanna stay in today, plus I really need to study, there’s an assignment that I need to start working on already. I also wanna spend some time with myself. I’m gonna play some relaxing piano tracks and get some work done, since I’ll have the house for myself. I’ll be ok, Chim, really”.

He raises his small pinky to you. Jimin’s hands are chubby and you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve bitten his fingers when you couldn’t resist its cuteness. He hates it.

“I pinky promise I’ll be ok”, you say as you hook your pinkies together.

“Ok, then, I’ll leave you to your paper”, he starts to walk towards the door, his gym bag hanging over his right shoulder.

He really came right after his dance practice, he looked a bit tired, you notice his black hair looked slightly messy under his white cap. It warms your heart seeing he cares enough to come over on a Thursday night just to check up on your dispirited ass, even though he probably had a long day too.

When he reaches the front door, he turns around with open arms, inviting you into a hug. You mimic his body posture and hook your body with his, as he wraps his arms tightly around you. Jimin’s hugs were always comforting and warm, it was just like hugging Namjoon, those kinds of hugs that make you feel like things are gonna be alright again. You’re gonna be happy again.

“If you need me, just text me, alright?” he whispers to you and you can feel the warmth in his voice. “It takes me less than ten minutes to get here”.

“Ok, Chim”.

“I love you”.

“I love you”.

Then, he turns around and leaves.

You’re finally alone. Closing the door after Jimin, you allow yourself to take a deep breath. You’ve been holding back tears pretty much the entire day, but now that you are alone it feels like you can’t cry. You are mostly tired.

Tired of yourself, of this situation. Of this big obscure hole in your chest that never seems to disappear. You are also very tired of this lingering numbness this hole seems to be holding inside of you. You could use one of Jimin’s hugs again.

You think of Jungkook and how much you miss him. When he was here, the other night, you felt your chest least heavy with this sense of numbness inside. Would it be wrong to want to feel that again? Is it wrong chasing after him?

Maybe, but who cares? You decided to text him.

Not Eunjoo. Not Namjoon. Not Jimin. You wanted to talk and to be with him. And none of the aforementioned people had the effect he had on you, you loved all of them to death, but they couldn’t be compared to Jungkook. The last text sent to him, still unread, left you still wondering what had happened in today’s afternoon.

You [8:33 pm]: heyyy, having fun?

As much as he hadn’t replied to the last couple of texts, you don’t think it will take him long to reply. He usually texts back quickly, since he’s always with his phone. Actually, he usually texts you back quickly. You hear the boys complaining all the time that Jungkook doesn’t even have the decency to leave them on read, he just doesn’t even bother. He’s just distracted, poor boy.

A minute passes, while you’re staring at your phone’s screen as you anticipate the three dots to appear on your screen when he starts typing his response. But they don’t.

Yeah, he’s at a pseudo party, it was naive of you to think he’d be with his phone. He’s with the boys, you bet they’re getting shitfaced with tequila right now. As much as you’d like to talk to him, it’s fine. You’d be fine. You had to learn how to deal with your shit by yourself, you didn’t have to drag Jungkook along.

You decide to check your Instagram feed, it’s always been the social network you had the most fun while using. You see Jungkook’s profile picture on the top of your screen, which indicates he’s posted a story recently and you decide to check it.

A picture of him and Tae 2 minutes ago. You check the time on the top of your screen. 8:36 pm. Ok, he was kinda busy and he probably had something to drink. Maybe sending him another text would work, since he has his phone with him now for sure.

You [8:37 pm]: kookie, can you call me? i don’t feel so good

You [8:37 pm]: really wanna talk to you

You [8:37 pm]: actually, i’d love to talk to you, don’t need to

Ok, sent. You wait for a few seconds, expecting to see the three dots, but they don’t appear. Back to Instagram, you see Jungkook’s profile picture again, he’s posted another story. You check it again, you see that he and the guys were playing beer pong, you know they love to play it. Taehyung was especially good at it, he was probably winning, as always.

It was posted less than a minute ago.

Less than a fucking minute ago. It means he was deliberately ignoring your texts, he had his phone in his fucking hands while you were trying to reach out to him. The only thing you wanted was to be able to listen to his voice. You are so fucking dumb.

Then it hits you. At the end of the day, that’s how you were always going to be: alone. And it hurts. You’ve always respected the fact that he didn’t want to be in a relationship. That only to find out that he didn’t want to be in a relationship with you. You waited around and you never complained, you allowed him his liberty and you were there, when he needed you. And he’s needed you very often in these past few years. You were always there for him when he looked for you.

Now you need him. Did he even care? Could he at least pretend he does?

He doesn’t even have the decency to text you back. He knows what you’re going through right now and as much as he says he’s here for you, now, when you really need him, he’s not. You feel stupid and ashamed of yourself for trusting him.

It hurts. You feel the tears finally rolling down your cheeks as you feel your heart sinking into your chest. Everything hurts. The tsunami of emotions that hits you brings every single and each feeling you had hidden inside of yourself in these past months.

You think of your mom, of this sense of rejection, of the feeling of never being enough, of Jungkook, of loneliness, of this big hole in your chest that only seems to get bigger and bigger. All at the same time, all of these feelings, almost choking you. The tears never ceasing to stream down your face.

Your phone dings. In a haist, you unlock its screen, not to find the text message you were waiting for.

jin [8:44 pm]: hey, bbygirl

jin [8:44 pm]: what u doin?

And even though this wasn’t the text message you were waiting for, seeing Jin’s name on your phone’s screen did not make you feel disappointed at all. On the contrary, it automatically brought a smile to your face.

You [8:44 pm]: looking for something to watch

You [8:44 pm]: and you?

Yes, you lie. He didn’t need to know about your meltdown.

jin [8:44 pm]: to what do i owe the honor of such a fast reply?

You [8:44 pm]: when i take long to reply, you complain

You [8:44 pm]: when i don’t, you also complain

You [8:44 pm]: can i ever win, seokjin?

jin [8:45 pm]: hey, watch your language

jin [8:45 pm]: to you i’m baby, not seokjin

You [8:45 pm]: 🙄

jin [8:45 pm]: who’s complaining? i’m just surprised

jin [8:45 pm]: anyway

jin [8:45 pm]: came to see yoongi and eunjoo, thought about u

jin [8:45 pm]: just wanted to check up on u

jin [8:45 pm]: i know u r alone today

You [8:46 pm]: honestly?

jin [8:46 pm]: of course

You [8:46 pm]: not great, but i’ll be alright

jin [8:46 pm]: want me to come over?

You [8:46 pm]: don’t worry about me, i’ll be ok

You [8:47 pm]: also dont tell joo

jin [8:47 pm]: ok, wont tell eunjoo

jin [8:47 pm]: but let me rephrase that. do u want company? i wanna see you

You [8:47 pm]: i do

jin [8:47 pm]: ok, luvs

jin [8:47 pm]: i’ll be there in 20

The doorbell rings and you rush to the door. You are nervous. Why are you nervous? It’s Jin! He’s your friend, you are used to being around him. You shake your head, trying to focus on your breathing. Fucking anxiety!

You swing the door open only to find a smiling Seokjin. You can’t help but to smile back. He is wearing a light pink hoodie, a pair of jeans and a black cap. He looks cute, as always, and you notice he’s wearing a different perfume, maybe it was a new one, yes. It was out of this world, wow. He had his hands raised and from them hanged two white plastic bags.

“Heey! What’s this?”, you ask with your brows furrowed, as you step aside, inviting him in.

“I figured you could use a burger”, he says as he walks in your home. “But if you don’t feel like it-”

“No, I do feel like it!”, he smiles, after your excited interruption. “Thanks, oppa!” You finish with an affected tone, batting your eyelashes at him.

He studies your face for a second, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips. His gaze glistens with mischief, then, a second later they soften.

“Keep calling me oppa and you’ll see what’s gonna happen”.

“What?” You deadpan.

“I better not say it, Y/n…”

You roll your eyes; and he laughs. You mouth him a “go ahead” as you turn to close the front door.

“So, I kinda of don’t have a living room, sorry”, you point to Namjoon’s bedroom door. “Namjoon’s room leads to our small and humble balcony, do you want to sit over there?”

“I helped your move, remember? I know your place already”.

“Oh”, you didn’t remember, but it’s true, he helped Namjoon and the boys. You continue. “Yeah. So… We don’t have much to do here, sorry. We can either watch something on my computer or sit on the balcony and eat our hamburgers while stargazing”.

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m here to spend time with you, I’m down to whatever it is you’d like to do”, he shifts. “Even if you want to vent out or if you just need a shoulder to cry on. I’m here”.

And there he is, doing it again. Making you feel funny inside.

“I-Well…”, you’re pathetic. It feels like you suddenly forgot how to speak. “I mean, I don’t want to bore you… Wh-what do you prefer?”

“Why don’t we eat outside? I know you’re fond of looking at the night sky”, he suggests with a gentle smile.

“I think this is the first time you agree with anything I’ve said tonight!” You state excitedly.

“Of course! The Last Airbender is for a fact, the best thing that happened… And please, understand I’m not saying it’s the best thing that happened on TV in this century, I’m saying it’s the best thing that happened in this century, period”.

“I agree wholeheartedly, Seokjin! Seriously” you tighten your hold around his hand as you say the last word.

Yes, you are holding hands with Jin. Again. This time, you weren’t worried about prying eyes or anything like that. Not that you were worried earlier today while he walked you to the library, but you felt different. You couldn’t explain precisely, but you felt more at ease with it now.

You had finished eating the burgers he brought, they really tasted wonderful. He bragged about knowing the best places to eat in town, due to his profound expertise in cooking when you pointed out how good they tasted. He was insufferable, sometimes.

Luckily, tonight there were no clouds in the sky, as far as your eyes could see, so you could actually stargaze as you ate your burger. There was also an occasional night breeze that blew softly through your hair whenever you felt the night was getting sultry. It was quite an agreeable night and Seokjin’s company was much appreciated.

You two had spent hours just talking. He started telling you all he knew about the proper way to clean lettuce and then, at some point, you lost track of time and space. You originally wanted to show him how Venus was close to the moon tonight, leaning over the balcony grid, as you always do at night and he followed you. That’s how you ended up where you are now.

Of course you weren’t romantically holding his hand, you were just overly excited with the fact that he was also a huge fan of your favorite TV show. You couldn’t really explain how your hand ended up wrapped around his, but there you were, excitedly talking about Prince Zuko’s impeccable redemption arc.

“I think my favorite episode is that one where we find out that Avatar Roku is also Prince Zuko’s great grandfather, you know? On book three”.

“Oh my God, Seokjin! Mine too!” You answer him excitedly, with an annoyingly high pitched voice. “‘The Avatar and the Firelord’… When we start to realize Aang and Zuko’s destinies are tied with deeper bonds than they think, I love it so much!”

“Fuck, Y/n! The more I get to know you, the harder it gets…”, he states with his lips curling in a sort of smirk, his gaze kinda distant, but never leaving your eyes.

“What’s harder?”, you ask him, quirking one of your brows.

“Nah, nevermind”.

“Seokjin!”

“Forget it…”

“That’s unfair! You know I’m curious”, you whine, the affected tone almost back in your voice.

“You really wanna know?”

“Yeah!”

“Promise you won’t get mad at me for saying it?”

“I won’t”, you state, raising one of your hands dramatically.

“Really?”

“Jin!”

“Ok, if you insist”, he licks his lips, then he continues. “The more I get to know you, the harder it gets not to be head over heels for you”.

He just says it, as if he was informing you the time. You feel your cheeks burning as your heartbeat starts to get faster. You feel like a teenager, it was silly. He makes you feel silly. You’re speechless right now. Your mind was racing, like, this is some serious shit to say to someone!

Yeah, you liked being around him and talking to him and he was pretty much an angel. But you had Jungkook, you lo… like Jungkook a lot. What you have is not over yet, that’s the truth. And you’re not like Jungkook, you don’t want to lead Jin on, it wouldn’t be fair to him. He is genuinely a nice guy, like, really nice and also a close friend. You do care a lot about him.

You look away. You are weak and the way he looked at you made you feel even weaker. The right thing to do is to tell him that you are in the most complicated moment of your life, so far. You’ve lost your mother and you had feelings for Jungkook. But it feels like the words got stuck in your throat. You are so fucking weak.

You open your mouth, trying to find anything to say, but it’s in vain.

“You don’t have to say anything back, you know? I understand you and Jungkook-ssi have… Something going on. But I don’t really care”, he places his pointer finger under your chin, turning your face in his direction, so you’d look at him. His touch setting your entire face on fire. “I just want you to know that when you realize you deserve best, I’ll be around and all you have to do is to give me a chance”.

You just realize he’s just said that while holding your hand, looking you intensely in the eyes. You really don’t know what to say, it moves you to know someone thinks these things about you. That warm feeling spreads all over your chest again and you know it’s no use trying to stop it.

You pull your hand softly and Jin lets go of it. You scratch your brow. You were silent. Truth is, you didn’t know what to say yet, because you don’t know exactly what you’re feeling. You feel like a fucking teenager!

“You… Shouldn’t waste your time with me, Jin, really”, you try.

“Don’t worry, babygirl, I’ve wasted my time with worse ones”, he says as he pats your head.

“Hey!”, you protest, slapping his arm.

And there it is: his laugh. If it belonged to anyone else it would be the most annoying sound in the world. Yet, it isn’t. Instead of being a source of annoyance, it actually always makes you laugh as well.

“It’s true, Y/n! The last one got me bleaching my fucking hair!”.

“Was a girl the reason why you bleached your hair? Ok! Now I need to know the full story!”

“No fucking way, I’m not telling you!”

“Please, oppa!” You whine with the same affected tone as before.

“Aish, it’s not an amusing story, Y/n”, he says as he suppresses a laugh.

“I don’t care, I’m just curious… But if it makes you uncomfortable or anything, nevermind”.

“Fuck… I hate you! You’re manipulating me!” The laugh he was trying to suppress finally comes out and he flashes you the most beautiful and genuine smile.

“I’m not! I swear, really, if it makes you feel weird, you don’t need to tell me”.

“It’s just ridiculous, Yoongi already scolded me for it… Anyway, I don’t know if Eunjoo already mentioned I had a girlfriend…”, he looks at you, squinting his eyes as he cocks one of his eyebrows.

“Yeah, she mentioned you broke up with your ex recently”.

She did more than that, being the gossip she was, not that you had any complaints, because you liked being informed, you know? She told you everything she knew about Jin’s ex-girlfriend, who apparently managed to make every single one of Jin’s friends hate her guts.

“So, yeah. We broke up recently”, he sighs. “We were together for a year and… Anyway, she wasn’t very nice. And near the end, one day, she told me I was. What did she say exactly? Oh, boring and predictable”, he lets out a humourless laugh and your heart sinks. He is none. He continues. “And when we broke up, like, permanently… Her words kept replaying in a loop in my mind”. His gaze was a little distant now, not really looking you in the eyes.

“They aren’t true, by the way. You know that, right?” You tried your best not to interrupt him as he spoke and when he paused for a second, you took the opportunity to state it.

“Yeah… I kinda know?”, he looks at you again. His gaze, now, warmer. “She hurt me a little and… I decided to do something different with my hair. I don’t know why, I just didn’t want to feel like I was boring and predictable. And you were the first one to compliment my new hairstyle, by the way, that’s why I haven’t dyed it black again”.

You can’t help but smile. After the shitty things we went through with his ex, he keeps his bleached locks, because you like them. Was he even real? Fuck!

“Why do you have to be so sweet, Seokjin?” You snort a faint laugh through your nose.

“I don’t know, babygirl… That’s just my amazing personality shining through”, he answers, both corners of his mouth lifting in a flirtatious smile. “Just hope it doesn’t take long for you to let your guard down for me as well…”

You can’t help but let the corners of your mouth lift in a smirk. You feel your face hot. Your cheeks were burning, you were probably as red as a cherry right now. The funny feeling inside already spreaded through your body. He messes with you big time. This would definitely not end well and if you knew better you’d back the fuck off from this. But you notice that with Jin the hole inside of you seems to get smaller as well.

You look him in the eyes, not averting his intense gaze. You smile again and he follows you, his cheeks squeezing his eyes into little crescent moons. You can’t help but notice how beautiful his eyes are, as well.

Especially when he smiles and they look like the moon.

“You’re impossible, Jin!”

“Yeah, maybe”, he declares nonchalantly. He takes his phone from his pocket and checks the time. “Do you have any morning classes tomorrow?”

“Yes… why?”

“Well, I better get going, then. It’s late for those of us who are responsible adults”, he states as he shows you his phone screen.

“That rules out most of my friends and my brother from the ‘responsible adults’ list”.

Jin shrugs. You both laugh.

“Do you need help cleaning or something?”

“No, Jinie, I got it. I’ll just throw away the to-go boxes, don’t worry”.

“Ok, so, can you walk me to the door?”

“Sure, Jinie”, you say with a faint smile, leading the way to your front door as he follows you. “Thanks for tonight, really”.

“Anytime, babygirl”, he answers as he puts on his sneakers. “Sure you’re gonna be ok by yourself?”

“Relax, I’ll be alright”.

“Ok, then. If you need anything, just text me, alright?”

You nod. He extends his arms and places his large hands on your lower back as he cuddles you in the folds of his arms. You sink your face into his chest as you feel the soft ambrosial aroma of his perfume again. You feel almost intoxicated, but you manage to wrap your arms politely and affectionately around him as well.

He places a kiss on your forehead, his plump lips felt like silk against your skin. The smell of his perfume, the warmth of his arms around you and, now, the tender kiss on your forehead made your stomach flip and you can swear you almost felt dizzy.

Hugging him feels right and you have to stop yourself from complaining when he pulls away from you.

“Oh, before I forget… Check my Instagram story”, he turns around, opening the door, so he can leave. “Bye, Y/n. See you tomorrow”.

“Bye, Jinie. Drive safe!”

He nods, as he closes the door behind himself. You sigh. It always feels like you hold too much air in your lungs when you are around Seokjin.

Of course, you hastily check his Instagram story and, for maybe the hundredth time today, Jin makes your chest feel a funny warmth.

“He went to your house?!” Eunjoo screams in a high pitched voice at the other end of the line.

“Who? Jin?!” You hear Yoongi’s muffled and distant voice as Eunjoo shushes him.

“Yeah, bitch, he did, but stop screaming in my ears or else I won’t tell you anything”.

“Fuck you, I have every goddamn right to be over the moon here! When I saw his story I was like ‘oh my gawd’!”

“Joo, he was so frigging cute… He brought food and we were sitting here on my balcony for hours just talking away”.

“Wait until I tell your brother about this!”

“Grow up, Choi Eunjoo!”

“Jeez, I’m just happy ok? Chill, Kim Y/n!” She giggles. “But he’s amazing, isn’t he? You two will look great together, I’ve always known”.

Before you could reply, you feel your phone vibrating insistently in your hand.

“Yeah, right… Hey, Joo, I gotta go, ok? Someone’s sending me dozens of texts… I think Namjoon is trying to talk to me. Knowing him, it’s quite possible he’s desperate because he lost his keys or something…”

“Classic Kim Namjoon”, she laughs. “Ok, lovey, I’m going to bed anyway. You know I’m an early riser… But I just want to warn you, you won’t escape from giving me the full report tomorrow”.

“Alright, woman… Good night and love you”.

“Love you too”.

As you hang up, another text comes in and your phone vibrates again. Through the phone screen, you see it isn’t Namjoon who has been texting you, it’s Jungkook.

After he ignored your texts, he has some fucking nerve.

kookie

5 Text Messages (sent now)

Should you open his texts or not?

He didn’t deserve your tears then and he certainly doesn’t deserve your attention now, you could hear Eunjoo’s voice in your head. And yeah… he literally has ignored you for hours, when he knew you were sad. Your mom passed away and he knew you were feeling down, but he chose to ignore you either way. He could kiss your ass now.

Better than to ignore him, is to leave him on read. He gets pissed when you do it.

kookie [00:39 am]: are you home?

kookie [00:39 am]: heyyyy i know yoi aren’t asleep yet answr me

kookie [00:39 am]: y/n!!!!!!!

kookie [00:39 am]: Y/N!! i need talk to u

kookie [00:40 am]: i’ll call you if you font text me bacj

By the way he’s been typing, you notice he’s not only inconvenient, he’s also very drunk. Oh, fuck that. He can text his fucking girlfriend, instead.

When you open his previous messages, three dots appear on the screen and he continues.

kookie [00:40 am]: fuck what was he doing ay your place on a fucking thursday eveninh????

kookie [00:40 am]: you two are fucking i knoq you are

kookie [00:40 am]: i’m gonna bEAT THE SHIT OYT OF HIM YOU’LL SEE

kookie [00:40 am]: he’s gonna have to leave at somw point and ill be here ready to kik his fuckinh ass

Your blood boils. Was he talking about Jin? He had to have some fucking balls to talk to you like that, huh?

You [00:40 am]: wtf are u talking about???

You [00:40 am]: go to sleep, jungkook, ur drunk

kookie [00:40 am]: babeeeeeeeeee

kookie [00:40 am]: please let me in

kookie [00:40 am]: i’m down here i just wanna see yoy

You [00:40 am]: i don’t want to talk to you, jungkook

You [00:40 am]: go home

You [00:41 am]: i have early classes tomorrow, gotta go to bed

You [00:41 am]: you should do the same

You [00:41 am]: bye

You sent him these texts and locked your phone screen. Enough, you’ve had enough of this. Running your fingers through your hair, you let out a heavy sigh, with frustration running through your entire body.

Your phone vibrates again in your hand. But this time, it wasn’t due to a text message. It’s him… He is calling you.

kookie

iPhone

“What do you want?” You ask harshly, as you hear his breathing through the phone.

Ch 04 ⋙

just say goodnight n go | chapter 04

pairing ↠ jin x reader, fuckboy!jungkook x reader

genre ↠ college au | love triangle | strangers to lovers | slow burn | fluff, angst, smut | multi-chapter

word count ↠ 9k

18+ | warnings ↠ character grieving, jealousy, swearing, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of a slightly toxic relationship, cheating.

summary ↠ when your mother passes away, you go back to your college student life, only to find out the guy you liked (and were friends with benefits with) had a girlfriend now. trying to get over him and your mother’s passing, seokjin, the friend of a friend wants you to give him a chance. will you find your way back to yourself?

A/N  ↠ I just wanna say that I'm sorry for taking aaaaages to write, but life's been a little complicated these past few weeks. And also I'm a perfectionist, so I reread what I write 100 times so I can try to make it as good as I can lol but as Namjoon says, it'll never be perfect, we need to move on at some point.

Anywayyy, I hope you guys enjoy this new part and don't judge OC too harshly, she's weak and JK knows how to play his game. I'm sorry if this came out too long as well lol I hope you enjoy :) I want to thank @primadonnasdream for the support and for being my most faithful reader, my brainstorm partner and my best friend 💜

Please, remember feedback is always highly appreciated.

⋘ Ch 03

This is another scenario where you know if Eunjoo could see you, she’d surely be kicking your ass right now (figuratively, of course). Initially, you didn’t plan on allowing Jungkook to come up to your apartment, but he insisted and… Well, talking to him wouldn’t harm you.

A heartbeat after you buzzed him in, he was knocking on your door fervently.

“Jungkook-ssi, if you don’t calm the fuck down, I won’t let you in!” You shout from inside.

Silence.

“Sorry”, you hear him sighing from the outside. “I’m calm, babe, let me in, please. I need to talk to you”.

When you open the door, after pretending to debate with yourself if this was a good idea, Jungkook doesn’t waste a second on waiting for your invitation to come in. He enters your apartment as fast as a hare and before you know it, he’s already nowhere to be seen.

“Where the fuck is he?” He shouts, voice coming from inside your bedroom.

“What the fuck, Jungkook? Do not yell at me!” You shout back, going after him. “What are you talking about?”

“I know he was here with you, Y/n... “ Jungkook looks you in the eye. He was flushed, chest heaving up and down harshly. “I saw the fucking story, ok?”

“Is this about Jin?” You ask him, surprised.

“You told everyone you had to study… And I fucking bought it! That’s the funny part, I bought it! And here you were, having the time of your life with prince charming. I’m not fucking stupid, ok?”.

“Oh yeah? Having the time of my life with prince charming? You’re not even making any sense! I was crying my eyes out for hours, cause I couldn’t reach you and I needed you today!” You state it harshly, pointer finger poking him on his buff chest. “He came here to keep me company, you ass! At least, he cares about me!”

You breathe in, trying to concentrate on not allowing tears to well up your eyes.

“Are you trying to say that I don’t care about you?” He runs his hands through his hair nervously. “Well, Y/n, in case you haven't noticed, I am upset, that’s why I didn’t wanna talk to you!”

“Fuck that, Jungkook! My mother died and I was feeling down and you couldn't give two shits about it!” You say as you pinch your nose and it hits you. “Wait… You’re upset… with me?”

“More than that upset, I’m hurt!”

“Hurt?” You ask him, not being able to hide the astonishment in your voice. “What did I even do?”

“I understand you must be head over heels with prince charming so you seem to have forgotten I go to the same uni as you… I saw you two walking off into the sunset, hand in hand around campus today as if you were a happy little couple. Then… Your brother comes to me and shows me a picture of you taken by said prince charming all happy saying ‘Y/n and Jin are together’ and blah, blah, blah. Am I not allowed to be hurt?”.

“That’s rich, Jungkook… You must be one to talk about being a happy little couple with someone else, right?” You stare deep into his eyes and you see something shift, he looks down, directing his gaze at his feet. “Right?!”

You raise your tone at the last question, startling both you and Jungkook simultaneously.

“Have you noticed you never deny it, Y/n? For fuck’s sake! Are you together or not?”

“Jin and I?” You sigh, tired. “Oh my fucking God! We are friends, Kook! Don’t you trust me at all?”

“I trust you, yes! I don’t trust him. He’s been all over you since we met!”

“But if you trusted me, this conversation wouldn’t be happening…”

He reaches out for your hand, his long fingers entwining around yours. His hand is warm. He looks at you with his doe-eyes, full of something you can’t really describe or identify. Could it be love too? It makes you lower your guard. You feel guilty for lashing out at him.

“What happened here tonight, babe?” He asks, tone soft now.

You think of Jin’s hand and how holding it made you feel… better?

“What do you think, Kook? We just talked… and had something to eat, like normal friends do!”

“You swear?”

“Jeon Jungkook!” You protest as your feet stamp loudly against the wooden-floor.

Note to self: apologize to your downstairs neighbor tomorrow for that.

“I’m sorry, babe. It’s just hard to swallow, ok? You and this guy…. It just doesn’t sit right with me, that’s all”.

“It’s so ironic… You’re literally in a relationship with another girl right now and my friendship with Jin is the thing that doesn’t sit right with you”, you let out a humourless laugh, pulling your hand away from his grasp. “You’re something else, Jungkook, really!”

“Y/n…” He pinches the bridge of his nose, as he inhales deeply. “Me and Seulki… It’s complicated. You think I don’t want to break up with her? We were a mistake and I realized that as soon as you got back, ok? It’s just complicated! I can’t just do this out of nowhere”.

“Sure, Kook, if you say so… But me and Jin are friends, he’s been amazing to me ever since we met and-”, he cocks his eyebrows as you speak and you feel your blood boil. “What now?”

“We were just friends too, Y/n, that’s what worries me!” He gestures emphatically. “Especially when you're basking in how amazing he is and how terrible I am to you”.

“Seriously?” He nods. It’s like he is really clueless. Maybe that’s what he is. Clueless. You bring your hands to your temples, where you start rubbing in circular motions, trying to ease the tension you’re feeling. “Jungkook… All I wanted was you. Since the first time. I don’t know how many times I’ll have to repeat myself to you…”

“I don’t know… You keep saying this, but you’ve been trying to make me feel jealous since you met him. If all you want is to be with me, why was this guy here tonight? I wanted you at the party and you lied to me to be with him”

“That’s not it, I swear! I was just feeling a little down…”

“You swear?”

“Yes, Kook! I’m sorry if-”

“Just promise me this is not happening again”, he quirks his head, analyzing you with his attentive gaze. “You will keep your distance from this guy”.

You stare at him for a while. Brows furrowed, eyes profusely dark on you, straight posture, his much taller figure close to you. You felt slightly intimidated, not that you feared he’d hurt you, you know he would never. But there was something you couldn’t describe about his actions that don’t feel right.

You’re very fond of Seokjin. Not in the same way he is fond of you, that is. You like him very much as a very dear friend, what Jungkook is asking of you doesn’t seem right. You don’t want to disappoint or hurt him, you two have been together much longer than you’ve known Seokjin. It also doesn’t feel right to ditch him for another guy’s friendship.

“Alright, Kook”.

You lie.

As you feared and also anticipated, your voice cracks and you feel tears welling up your eyes. Before you can stop yourself, a very thick tear rolls down your right cheek. Making it impossible for you to keep on masking your feelings.

Jungkook gets closer and you don’t push him away. Maybe that’s what you should do, but you don’t. The warmth of his body being welcomed by yours, as he wrapped both of his arms around your waist, snuggling you in them.

You hide your face in his chest and he places his chin on the top of your head, as he caresses your hair softly. You allow your tears to roll down your cheeks freely, with your arms around Jungkook’s figure. Memories from your life from before flood your mind.

Your mom, before she was sick, sitting on her sofa reading one of Jane Austen’s books. Her favorites. Everytime you closed your eyes you could picture her just like this. It sometimes comforts you, but every other day it makes you feel like there’s nothing left in this world.

Then you think of you and Jungkook, in the middle of the night, laying together in your single bed in the room you shared with Eunjoo. Fingers entwined, as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. Feeling his sweaty skin on your lips. Feeling the warmth of his body against your own. She was never around when he was. You miss everything about those days, from seeing Eunjoo everyday to being able to be with Jungkook. Like, really be with him.

“Don’t cry, babe, I’m here…” He whispers softly to you, holding you tighter.

You aren’t really able to answer him and your muffled sobs can be heard instead. You feel your chest tighten. You had so many months of silent misery filling those sobs, it was good to finally get it out of your system. You hold onto Jungkook, grabbing his sweatshirt’s fabric until your knuckles are white.

Being in his arms was all you wanted since you came back. This moment showed you you two shared a bond that was deeper than eyes could see, deeper than sex could ever be. It makes you feel safe. Even though you hurt and everything else seems off, you know he’s right for you. He could not be there for you all the time, but when he was… It was worth the wait.

You can’t tell exactly how long you nestled yourself in his arms, but it was long enough for you to cry every tear that you had been holding back in these past few weeks. Jungkook was acting like a perfect saint, holding you tight and caressing your hair the entire time and it was extremely comforting. You felt loved. He didn't have to say it, you could feel it.

Sniffing, you look up to him. When he looks at you, you swear you can see stars in his dark eyes. You can’t help but to allow the corner of your lips to be lifted, smiling kindly to him.

“I hate seeing you cry”, he whispers to you, as he cups your face in his hands.

“So sto-” A sob escapes from your lips. “Stop making me cry, Kook”.

“I will, babe, I promise. I’ll never make you cry again, I’m sorry”, he answers softly, rubbing his thumb on your cheek, drying the wet trail the tears had left on your face.

He leans in for a soft and affectionate peck on your lips, still holding your face in his hands. You kiss him back, allowing him to take over all your senses, even though it was only a soft and innocent kiss.

Or was it?

Jungkook takes your bottom lip between his teeth as his tattooed hand starts to explore down your body. Subconsciously, you wrap one of your arms around his neck, as you stand on the tip of your toes. You know this is the last thing you should be doing right now, least of all after he ignored you and then came to your home to make a scene. You know you shouldn’t, but all you wanted was this. To kiss him.

To hell with everything else.

Before you could stop yourself, Jungkook slips his tongue between your lips and you can feel the lingering taste of alcohol on it. It doesn’t stop you from allowing him to deepen the kiss, as he quickens up the pace of his slightly desperate tongue against yours.

“Can I make you feel good tonight, babe?” He whispers against your lips, his hot breath fanning against your face. You nod. “I want you to cum on my tongue”.

You nod again as you feel anticipation bubbling inside of you, making you feel slightly nervous for a second. Jungkook doesn’t really go down on you and he only does so when he really wants to show you the depths of his affection. It’s sweet.

“So, say it, Y/n. Say that you want to cum on my tongue while I eat it you out stupid”.

For the hundredth time in your life, you can’t muster the courage to say it. Not at first, anyway. He knows you get embarrassed, but he always insists, God knows why.

He moves his hand to your neck, a menacing look in his eyes.

“I swear to God, Y/n, if you start with your ‘I’m shy, I can’t talk dirty, Kookie’ shit, I’ll go berserk”, his tone stern as he flashes you an also stern gaze.

You can’t resist, of course. When he looks at you like he owns you, you feel like he really does. It sets your core on fire.

You look at him, mustering all the courage you can to do as he says.

“I want to cum all over your tongue tonight”, it comes out as a confident whisper.

Then, he smirks. That smirk only Jungkook can give you; the one that has you weak on your knees and it makes you feel like electricity runs through your veins. You see his eyes glistening with lust and all you can do is to smirk back.

He tightens his grasp on your neck and before you can gasp for air, his mouth is glued to yours. He kisses you hungrily, with such intensity, it makes you feel inebriated. You feel again the lingering taste of tequila on his lips, but it is just as pleasant as the intensity of the kiss itself. He places his other hand on one of your butt cheeks, squeezing it harshly, certainly leaving a few bruises for you to keep thinking about tonight for a few days.

Jungkook pushes you and you fall on your back in your bed. Before you know it, he has his body hovering over yours, as he leaves lovebites to your collarbone. He presses his body onto yours and you can feel him already semi hard through his jeans.

“See what you do to me?” He asks you, grabbing one of your hands and placing it on his cock. “That’s only from kissing you…”

You let a breathy moan escape from your lips when his words reach your ears. He knows exactly what to say to you. He knows your body. He knows you. When you’re with him, you feel inebriated and it’s like he’s the only person other than you left in this world.

Jungkook, then, grabs your wrist and seizes your hand away from his now fully aroused cock.

“No, Kookie”, you pout, his lips hovering over your own as you speak. “Let me feel you”.

“No, babe, tonight’s all about you”, he whispers against your lips.

He presses his boner in your covered entrance, you start grinding and you notice his breathing getting heavier. Pressing his lips against yours again, he places a soft peck on them and as he pulls away, biting your lower lip and dragging it with his teeth.

“Can we get rid of these?” He asks you, playing with the waistband of your Scooby Doo pj’s shorts.

You nod a bit more emphatically than you had intended and Jungkook grins, he looks devilishly beautiful, it’s unfair. His dark locks almost covering his dark eyes, full of a blaze that lights up his divine face. You feel the anticipation damping your underwear. It’s ridiculous how wet you get with him so much as looking at you.

Clasping his pointer and middle finger on the waistband of your shorts, Jungkook tosses them somewhere on the floor, along with your panties. The same fingers that undressed you were now trailing the outside of your lips, smearing on your wetness. You squirm under his touch, stopping a moan to come out of your lips.

“Look at you, babe, all wet for me already”, his fingers still in the same place, you’re so wet you can hear yourself. “You want me so bad it’s embarrassing”.

Yeah, you agree. But you’re too far along now to complain. Jungkook then breaks physical contact with you and it’s like your skin burns of how much you need his touch. You craved his hands on you 24/7 and when he has them on you it always makes your heart flutter and your head dizzy, it’s hard to let him pull away.

On his feet, he looks at you with a smirk, the same dominant expression carved on his dazzling face as always.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, will you?”

“Hm, no”, you tease.

“Babe, I’m trying to be romantic here…” he places his possessive hands on both of your thighs. “But if you don’t spread those legs right now, I won't ask again and I’ll also make sure to bruise you pretty bad so you won't be able to hide it from your prince charming”.

“Oh my God! Can’t you just forge-”

Before you could finish telling him off, Jungkook sinks his teeth on your thigh harshly, literally not giving a fuck wether there’s gonna be a bruise after this. You moan lightly when he starts sucking the sensitive skin there.

By instinct, your legs fall to the sides as your body responds to his touch, like in a meticulously rehearsed dance. You wanted to resist, you really did, but he has such a strong grip over you, it’s like you can’t really control yourself.

“Playing hard to catch, are you?” He asks as he rubs his thumb over the hickey he left on you.

“A little”, you giggle.

“Yeah, it’s not like this was very hard”, he states with a playful smirk on his lips. “Anyway, now that I got my babe marked… Come here”.

He tugs you closer, pulling you by the waist to the edge of the bed. He bends down on his knees and you feel the lightfeather touch of his tongue against your clit, in one very longstanding swipe. Jungkook’s teasing you and it has you whining under his touch.

Desperate for some relief, you buck your hips into Jungkook’s face. You feel a vibration coming from his muffled laugh, as his hands trail from your thighs to your ass, squeezing it roughly, as he starts to suck wet kisses against your mound. His warm tongue heaving up and down on your bundle of nerves, so pleasuring it makes your back arch and your toes curl.

“Oh- Kook, right there!” You whine again, finally being able to muster an intelligible sentence in your brain.

Your vocal validation only seems to make him even more eager to please you. His tattooed hand trailed back from your ass to your inner thigh, where he made sure to squeeze the sensitive skin.

You feel Jungkook’s tongue taking turns on slowing and speeding up his movements against your clit and you allow moans to roll off of your mouth, shamelessly. Your head spins from the waves of pleasure Jungkook’s tongue sends through your body. You know he likes to hear you, so you don’t stop yourself. The delighted feeling coming not only from your pussy, but also from somewhere near your chest. He makes it so hard to be mad at him when he acts like this… When he does whatever it takes to please you.

He, then, pushes his middle finger into your slit. You moan even harder this time around, while he curled his finger against your wet walls. You clench your walls around his finger, desperate to be filled.

“Need something more?” He asks with a husky voice, lips still dangerously close to your pussy.

You lift your head up slightly, looking him in the eyes. You nod. Seeing him with his face buried between your thighs, his dark gaze intensely set on you, hands on and in you, makes you notice how deeply you wrapped yourself around his finger. And you did it freely. He makes you forget about everything else, pushes all your problems aside. It indeed feels like you two are the last people on this planet.

“I want you inside me”, you whisper back at him.

“I am inside you”, he answers teasingly, finger never stopping to move inside your slit.

“Yea-”, he curled his finger and you choke on your words.

He smirks. Fucker.

“You were saying?” He cocks one of his eyebrows, smirk still hanging on his reddish lips.

“I want you to fuck me, Kook”, your voice a whisper again.

Jungkook shakes his head, clicking his tongue.

“Please, Kookie”, you groan.

He forrows his brows, never averting his gaze. Another two fingers are pushed past your damp walls, this time around building a blinding pressure to your stomach. You grew wetter by the second, arching your back off the bed again and moaning shamelessly.

“Best I can do is this, babe…” He whispers with his dusky, dangerously sexy voice, hot breath against your pussy. “I want you whining about how much you miss my cock tonight… So you learn not to make me jealous again, do you hear me? Next time I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll be begging me to stop”.

You nod robotically. All you can think about is how much you crave him.

“Then, use fucking words, Y/n! Say you understand you’re mine!”

You’re trying… You’re really trying to find your voice, but he’s making it impossible for you with the pace he has set on the fingers he’s burying between your folds, fucking you dumb. You can feel you’re close and so can he, because your walls clench onto his fingers as if your sanity depended on it. It does, actually.

“Hold back, Y/n”, he orders sternely. “I told you I want you cuming on my tongue, not on my fingers… I’ll only pick up where I left off if you fucking tell me how desperetaly you want to get fucked by my cock”.

And the fingers inside your slit do not stop to tease you, curling up against your desperate walls. You’re close.

“Wanna get fu-fucked dumb by you, Koo-ook! I miss your cock so mu-ch”, you’re babbling breathlessly at this point.

You’re close.

“Maybe next time if you deserve it, I’ll fuck you nice and good”.

You’re so fucking close.

“Ohhh, Kook, I’m… close!”

You cry out as you feel his tongue against your mound again. Your hands go straight to his hair and you grip his dark locks, he moans when he feels your hold on his scalp. And you lose the last bit of self control you still had, as you feel his mouth sucking your clit into his mouth.

You don’t really know where to focus, your chest is heaving up and down heavily as you cry out his name. You feel your legs shaking uncontrollably as the ecstasy spreads throughout your body, as if time and space have been suspended for a split second. You must have moaned desperately, your poor neighbours must hate you.

But to hell with them. Jungkook pulls away from your clit, a faint smile on his lips. He looks ecstatic as well, his fingers still inside you.

“So… Was it good?”

You close your eyes, trying to focus on your breathing.

“You are amazing, Kook, always”, you answer, kind of blushed.

You lean on your elbows to look at him properly. He looked dashing with his messy hair and his slightly glossy lips, covered with your wetness. You lean for a kiss, but he turns his head.

“I’ll go clean myself, babe, just a second. You know I don’t like kissing after…” He gestures randomically.

He gets on his feet and heads out of your room, trying to adjust himself in his pants. You knew that he hated kissing after going down on you. He’s told you once that for some reason he didn’t like the idea of you tasting yourself on him. You know he likes to be in charge, so you just let him.

As you lay back on bed, staring at the ceiling, you sigh. But this time around, you’re sighing because you feel happy, so happy it makes your heart skip a beat. You feel extremely validated by him and his gesture today. You feel so intimate, so close. He did all he could to make you feel better and being comforted by him made you realize that the lump in your throat had completely disappeared.

At least for now.

He comes back with a smile on his face, sitting on the edge of your bed, beside you.

“Will you stay with me?” You ask.

He shakes his head negatively, fingers combing through your hair softly.

“I told the guys I was going out for some cigarettes, I don’t want them to start wondering…” his voice trails off suggestively.

He leans in for a peck on your lips. He had his eyes closed and it sent your heart aflutter. With him, you know the details matter more than big gestures. Maybe he really means to break things up with Seulki, if he’s kissing you with his eyes closed. It means something, right?

It has to.

“Gotta go, babe. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Sure”.

He gets on his feet, but he stops at the door.

“Oh, I remembered something. Tomorrow morning, after our first class, I’m teaching Tae how to use his new analog, why don’t you join us? I can help you with that paper for Han gyosunim’s class, what do you think?”

“Sounds great, Kook! I’ll swing by”.

“See you, love”

“See ya”

He nods, tapping lightly at the door frame before actually leaving this time.

Inebriated, you walk towards the bathroom to also clean yourself. When you look at your reflection in the mirror, you feel like you’re glowing. Being in love really does wonders to us, doesn’t it? Shortly after, you fall into a restful sleep, unlike the ones you’ve had on the previous nights this week.

Something has been bugging Jin the entire morning, of that Yoongi is a hundred percent sure. He’s been fidgeting in his chair and sighing whenever he gets distracted. When a phone rings, which is completely normal, since they work in a goddamn law firm, he huffs. He’s been sulking since he got to the office.

Yoongi has known Seokjin since he was a child, they go way back. He wants to get something off his chest, that much Yoongi’s already noticed. Yoongi can bet anyone that part of his demeanor is a way of showing it to his younger friend.

After the 5th sigh Seokjin lets out in a row (yes, Yoongi has been keeping count), he gives in.

“What?”

Jin, who has been staring at his computer screen with his furrowed brows, looks at his desk partner.

“What what?” He asks Yoongi, dumbfounded.

“You’ve been sulking the entire morning, Seokjin, what the hell happened?” He insists.

“Nothing”, Jin states with a blank expression on his face.

“Nothing? Ok... But if I hear you sighing over a phone ringing again, Imma hit you with this fucking stapler”, he threatens Jin, showing him the forementioned object. “I’m not even joking!”

“It’s nothing, Yoongs, nevermind”.

“Seokjin, I fucking mean it!” The raven-haired man whisper shouts to his friend. “Spill it out already”.

Seokjin huffs.

“It’s… Y/n” Jin fidgets on his seat.

Yeah, Yoongi figured his friend’s mood might have something to do with you. As always, he is right.

“What about her?”

Jin sighs again. He knows his best friend pretty damn well, so he also knows Yoongi isn't dropping the subject without digging into it first.

“We were together last night, right?”

“Yeah, I know”, Yoongi states.

“I know you know, man, you’re ruining my storytelling!”

“Sorry”.

“Yeah, anyway…” He raises his hand dramatically and continues. “We spent the night together and of course I wasn't stupid to make any moves yet. But it seemed like it was a perfect night, y’know? I even told her, like… That I like her and that I’ll be here waiting for a chance” Yoongi’s eyes widened, but Seokjin continues. “Yes, I know. I’m intense, I’m a Sagittarius… Anyhow, everything went fine and I feel like she’s really opening up to me, but then…”

He stops, pointer finger raised, asking his friend to wait a second. Yoongi patiently does so, looking at Seokjin’s anxious figure and he takes a little while looking for something on his phone.

Yoongi feels bad for his friend, Seokjin is healing from a deep heartbreak. Yoongi was the only friend that remained by his side, when he distanced himself from everyone else. Actually, when his ex isolated him and despite everyone’s warnings, Jin walked in his ex’s trap willingly. All Yoongi could do was wait until Jin realized who she really is. He did, eventually.

She messed him up big time and now he was collecting the broken pieces of himself. Fortunately, he had Yoongi by his side. Jin told his friend many times how he never wanted to get involved with anyone ever again and that falling in love was nothing but stupidity. Of course, Yoongi did not agree on that entirely, but he wanted to protect his friends’ feelings as much as he could. He couldn’t do much, but he was always a shoulder to cry on. Then, Eunjoo started to act behind his back, talking about you to Jin, showing him your pictures, telling him the things you have in common. It sparked Jin’s interest. And after meeting you in person, he fell on his knees.

“So, I thought maybe things would start… y’know, evolving? But then, yeah, I saw this”, Jin shows his phone to his raven-haired friend.

Yoongi squints, leaning forward to take a better look at what his friend is trying to show him. He ruminates for a while and looks back at his blonde best friend.

“Ok, and?”

“And?” Seokjin returns the question with a dumbfounded expression carved on his face. “YAA! Can’t I just be frustrated?! Look how close they’re standing to each other, they look so fucking intimate!” He flashes his phone again to his friend.

“They’re close friends... You know that, right?”

“Yes, I know that.” He snorts. “But that’s not all they are and you know it. He’s a handsome guy, right? I don't know if I can keep up with that plus the intimacy they already have, I know I’ll soon be back to square one. Can’t this guy just disappear? Like, get a job in another country or something”.

“You are intimidated by Jungkook? I think you’re overreacting”.

“Oh, yeah? Bite me! Remember how you reacted to Namjoon and Eunjoo’s shit? Because I do!”

Yoongi crosses his arms and this time around, he’s the one huffing.

“That was different, dude. You know it”.

Jin averts his gaze for a second, thinking about the past scenario.

“Ok. It was a little different, but you also overreacted” Jin pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Now is the time you start comforting me, alright? Tell me she’s not in love with him or something”

Yoongi rolls his eyes at his friend, as he tries to suppress a faint smile on the corner of his lips. When Seokjin gets nervous, he gets anxious and starts speaking fast, it’s hard to understand what he’s saying. It’s a little comical, actually.

“Man… You’re anxious, that’s all. You know Y/n and Jungkook go way back-”

“I know, Yoongs! That's the problem!”

“Can I talk now?” Yoongi asks, jerking one of his brows.

“Yeah, sorry”.

“As I was saying, they have history together. But as far as I’m aware, he just stolls her around... He’s a jerk, basically. Eunjoo hates his guts because of that. Now with this girlfriend of his… Let’s see how things play out. Someone’s probably gonna get hurt”.

“I know! Fucking asshole! I’d love to punch that fucking nose of his”.

“You could try, but he’d probably beat the shit outta you”, Yoongi laughs. “He’s into boxing or something”.

“Yea, I heard”.

“But as I was saying, now Y/n’s fragile. She needs people’s support. And he’s her friend, of course she’s gonna lean on him at least a little. She’s been through some serious shit with her mom’s health and as much as I love Namjoon, he hasn’t been very helpful…”

“I wish I could do more to help her”.

“Jin, you've been pretty supportive. And that's honestly what I think you should keep on doing… She’s just met, you know? You’re head over heels for her, but she needs time. She’s been through a lot. Give her time”.

“Yeah… You’re probably right”, he sighs again. “I just worry about being completely overshadowed by Jungkook-ssi, y’know? They have so much in common, they like the same stuff…”

“If that was enough to hold two people together, you should still be dating Bonhwa, right? She was also into the same stuff as you and she was a Law major just like us”.

Seokjin shakes his head negatively, as he dismisses Yoongi’s words dramatically.

“God forbid”.

“You see? It makes absolutely no sense... He’s an asshole, she’ll see it eventually”.

Seokjin mulls over his friends’ words. Looking back at his computer screen, the words start scrambling in front of his eyes. He isn't really able to focus on work, Yoongi’s typing distracts him again.

She’ll see it eventually. Yoongi’s words resonated in his mind. It was all he could hope for.

Kong gyosunim dismisses the class in the middle of a heated argument between Cha Songwook (yes, him again) and Hong Dahae. It was unfortunate, because it had been pretty amusing so far to see the two of them screaming at each other’s faces. Before you left, you remember the two of them were seeing each other, but things ended badly, it seems.

Your phone dings with an expected text from your best friend, Eunjoo.

joo 💛 [2:45 pm]: on my way

joo 💛 [2:45 pm]: are you there?

You [2:45 pm]: not yet, on my way too

Eunjoo’s been bugging you to tell her how your evening with Seokjin was, so you two decide to go for a coffee on campus. It was also an excuse to see each other and catch up, you did that as often as life allowed you to.

You finish gathering your stuff while Songwook and Dahae were still discussing Kubrick's use of Mise-en-Scene. As you open the classroom’s door, you’re surprised to see Jungkook, leaning on the corridor wall. He had his hands in his leather jacket’s pockets and he looked at you with a big warm smile, one of those smiles that sends your heart aflutter.

And even though you’d been together a few hours ago, you’re just as happy to see him again. Earlier today, you’d been at the frat house, where only Jungkook and Taehyung were awake. As he told you the night before, he’d be teaching Tae how to use his new camera and the three of you shared some thoughts about photography. You also found out Namjoon got legless last night and was still asleep up until that point. Fortunately, he already texted you to let you know he’s still alive.

“Hey!” You get closer, waving at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I go here, babe”.

“Duh!” You roll your eyes. “I mean, here, here. In front of my classroom”.

“Just wanted to say hi again”, he declares, as his hands travel to your lower back, pulling you in his arms. He brushes his nose against your cheek and continues.

“Jungkook, have you lost your mind?!” You ask, pulling yourself away from him. “We’re in the middle of the corridor!”

He laughs softly, his eyes turning into tiny crescent moons.

“There’s no one around here, babe”.

“Not gonna push my luck”, you state. “Er… Dahae and Songwook are at each other’s throats back there… Didn't even know they had broken up”.

“Neither did I. But good for her, he’s a pain in the ass”, he runs his hand through his hair, his eyes traveling down your body. “You look fucking hot in these tight pants, babe”.

“Shut up, Jungkook!” You push him playfully, blushing.

He laughs. You could swear to God, when he laughs…

“What are your plans for today?” He asks.

“Coffee with Eunjoo, actually, she must be waiting for me already”.

“Oh yeah? I’ll walk you there”.

He walks side by side with you the entire way. It’s not as comfortable as it should be. For the most part of the way, you keep trying to find something interesting to say, but you fail. You mention Songwook and Dahae again, but it falls flat. You try complaining about the weather, but it also falls flat. At some point, you just give up and decide to just walk.

Jungkook has his hands in his pockets and he’s as silent as you. You don’t really understand where this is coming from, but there’s something different about being alone with him. It makes you think about that one time you and Jin held hands. But why? If you had Jungkook with you, why are you thinking about Jin? Fuck.

Sharing silence isn’t as comfortable as it used to be. Maybe those months away have indeed changed things between you, maybe that’s why he’s gotten himself into this crazy relationship of his. It makes you feel a little anxious and you mentally thank the universe for the fact that this coffee shop is relatively near your classroom.

You and Eunjoo see each other through the shop window, she waves at you with a smile on her face. But her smile fades as soon as she locks eyes with Jungkook.

Ok, you were already expecting this to happen.

“Alright, babe, enjoy your coffee”, he rubs his fingers on the back of your hand. “Give Eunjoo my love”.

“See ya, Kookie!”

He waves and leaves. For some reason, you feel weird. He felt weird. You can’t really explain, but there’s something… You didn’t know. Weird.

Pushing the door open, you hear the tinkling of the bell that’s placed above it so the owners can always know when someone’s coming in.

This is Eunjoo’s favorite coffee shop, it’s small, intimate and, honestly, they served the best red velvet cake you’ve ever had the chance to taste. It was your best friend’s favorite, so this is why she always favors coming here.

“I’m happy to see you, but I’m not happy to see Jungkook”, she declares as the two of you hug.

“Oh, Joo, come on! He’s our friend…”

She snorts. You both sit. In front of her, on the small wooden table, you see a cup of coffee and a slice of their famous red velvet cake.

“Jungkook and I stopped being friends when I realized he’s been stringing you along this whole time…” She states as she takes a sip of her coffee.

“Ouch”.

Eunjoo is literally your soulmate, but she could be harsh, sometimes. Especially when it comes tô Jungkook. Truth is, she never understood what you have.

“Ok, fuck Jungkook, can you now please tell me more about your evening with your future boyfriend?”

“Well, my friend Kim Seokjin came by yesterday”, you continue, despite the face she makes. “And he was honestly so sweet… He brought us burgers and we pretty much spent the entire night talking. Like, just talking”.

“You already told me this on the phone last night. I want details, Y/n!”

“Ugh!” You roll your eyes and she deadpans. “Alright… So we talked about his love for cooking and he mentioned he wanted to take me to a few restaurants in town. Then, he mentioned one specific restaurant that brings him fond memories of his childhood and we started to talk about it and I mentioned one of my favorite things as a child was playing Katara and Sokka with Namjoon and-”

“Sorry to interrupt”, you hear a female voice. “Here’s your espresso. Can I get you anything else?”

“I ordered yours, forgot to tell you”, Eunjoo tells you fondly and you smile at her in the same way.

“No, thank you”, you answer the waitress and she nods, leaving you and Eunjoo alone again. “Ok, so, where was I?”

“You told Seokjin you’re an Avatar nerd…”

“I didn’t say that, but, anyway… I also found out he loves The Last Airbender as much as me. Like, he’s not a casual fan, he’s also obsessed. But that’s not the important part. The important part is… He told me he was head over heels for me or something”.

Eunjoo's eyes widen and she covers her mouth with her hands.

“Head over heels?!” You hear her muffled voice asking with excitement. “Oh my God! When I introduced you two I didn’t expect that to happen so fast, I’m impressed with my matchmaking skills this time around! Ok, and?”

“Well, that’s it”.

“What?! That’s it?! What did you say to him after that?”

“I was so surprised I couldn’t say anything”, she lets out another “ugh”. “You know Kook and I-”.

“Y/n, please, understand. You and him have nothing. Jungkook’s got a fucking girlfriend”, she cuts you off.

It annoys you a little, you’re not gonna lie. She keeps bringing it back, you know he’s got a girlfriend!

“Joo, I know you don’t understand-”.

“It’s deeper than that, lovey. There’s isn’t much to understand… He has a girlfriend-”.

“Eunjoo, I don’t care!” You cut her short and then, you decide to confess, lowering your voice tone so only Eunjoo could hear you. “He came to see me last night too”.

“Jungkook?” She looks at you confusões. “What did he want?”

“He saw Jin’s post too and got a little jealous”, before you could stop yourself, you let out a giggle and Eunjoo doesn’t follow you. “One thing leading to another, he did something special last night”.

“This something special being?”

“You know he usually doesn’t go down on me, right? He’s not fond of it… But he did last night. It was very meaningful, I think”.

“He, what?!” She asks you shouting in a whisper. “Did you have sex?”

“Yeah?”

“Y/n, he’s got a girlfriend! That’s... Cheating”, she searches for your eyes.

But you just can’t meet hers, you're too scared of finding disappointment in them. You knew it was selfish of you, you knew what you were doing was wrong, but now you’ve finally told Eunjoo… It became real.

And you’ve just realized it makes you feel unease.

“No, it’s not… He was mine first”, you whisper, knowing she will hear you.

“Oh, lovey…” She wailes. “I hate him for doing this to you and I’m sorry for what I’m about to say, but he was never yours”.

“I mean, we’re not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend, but-”

“Exactly, sis, he’s not your boyfriend. He lies to you, he neglects you. He hasn’t ever acted like a boyfriend, by the way, he only does so when he feels threatened… The very fact that he wants to keep seeing you behind your brother’s back, one of his best friends, may I add, is enough of a red flag for me”, she reaches for your hand on the table. The warmth of her hand feels pleasent, but you’re still unable to meet her eyes. “Please, Y/n, don’t let this guy do this to you… You’re not like this”.

“I just… Don’t see this monster you keep talking about”, you finally muster the courage to look at your best friend’s eyes. She looks at you with such tenderness, for the first time in this conversation, you feel your heart sinking. “We have something really special, Joo, I swear to you…”

“Lovey, going down on you doesn’t mean shit! What drives me crazy is that he does the bare minimum, cause he knows you're so deeply wrapped around his finger that he doesn’t even need to try anymore,” she stops for a second, sighing. “Think about it… Why does he make you hide this something special that goes on between you two? You’ve been doing this for over a year… And I swear to you, if you hadn’t gotten emotionally involved, I would never oppose this. But the thing is, you’ve fallen in love with him and he knows it, but he doesn’t care. You can’t fix this and you can’t fix him, you can’t keep on hurting yourself to please him either. This has gone way too long!”

It was a lot to take in, for sure. You couldn’t help but to resent Eunjoo a little right now. She wasn’t wrong, though. That’s the hardest part, you knew she wasn’t wrong. What are you becoming?

You bring both of your hands to your face, trying to ease the tension you feel. It’s true, you've been in this situation for over a year. At first, he told you he didn’t want to rush things, he didn’t want to spoil his friendship with the boys… But it’s been long enough, you two seemed to work just fine. Then, why are you in this situation?

“Let me bring Seokjin up again…” She tries. “One: he’s insanely cute, in fact, if I wasn’t already taken… It’s better if I don’t finish this sentence.” She raises her pointer finger, acknowledging this detail and you laugh faintly. “Two: he’s so into you I sometimes feel bad for him. Three: he’s single. Four: he was approved by your best friend and by your brother. Five: he’s smart, hardworking, and has a brilliant future ahead of him. Six: he’s really done with his ex. He’s the whole fucking package! Give him a chance, Y/n, that’s all I ask. And do this for yourself too, please, let Jungkook go”.

You hear the bell tinkling. It distracts you. You don’t really want to say anything right now, you have a lot to think about.

“I just keep thinking... Look at what Jungkook’s been doing to his girlfriend, imagine what he-”

“If it isn’t two of my favorite people in the world gathering without me”, you instantly recognize Jimin’s voice.

You gulp nervously, hoping that he didn’t hear the mention of Jungkook's name. You turn around to look at him, trying to flash him the warmest smile you could, in hopes of not allowing him to notice the tension between you and Eunjoo. You know she’ll do the same.

“Hi, lovey, we’re just grabbing some coffee. Join us!” She flashes Jimin the warm smile you expected her to.

He pulls a chair from the table right beside yours and places it between you and Eunjoo, sitting on it right after.

“So, what were my two dearest friends talking so passionately about?” He asks as he reaches for both yours and Enjoo’s cheeks, squeezing them.

It has both you and her complaining, making Jimin laugh.

“Just catching up”, you answer as you rub your cheeks. He always does that, the little bastard.

“Alright, so, before you continue, sum it up for me”.

He looks from Eunjoo to you, blinking his small eyes patiently. You’re kind of waiting for Eunjoo to say something, since she was the one who got interrupted by your friend’s arrival. He seems to notice that there’s something off about your vibe.

“You two seemed to be very talkative when I got in here, now you’re all silent... What the fuck are you two hiding?” He squints his eyes at you.

“H-hiding?” You shake your head in fake disbelief. “Park Jimin, why do you always have to assume the worst of people?”

“I don't do that!” He pushes your shoulder playfully, eyebrows furrowed. “And stop trying to get off the subject, I’m not Hoseok”.

“It’s nothing serious, Chim, it’s just that Y/n gets shy”, Eunjoo’s voice interjects. “But there’s a spark between Seokjin and Y/n”. She stops, because she knows Jimin will react. He raises his eyebrows and looks at you surprised. “However, she’s in denial and I, as the matchmaker, can not allow her to think such things”.

“Why am I only hearing about this spark now?” He asks you, crossing his arms in front of his chest, giving you a side-eye.

“Because Eunjoo is delusional, that’s why”, you gesture.

“No, I’m not! Park Jimin-ssi, you know I don’t joke about matchmaking! Remember how much effort I put into introducing you to Jieun?”

“Please, let’s not talk about Jieun… But yes, I do know”.

“Ok, whatever, forget I mentioned her. As I was saying, he brought her dinner last night and they ate it while stargazing… It’s so fucking romantic! And our dear dumb friend here is like we’re just friends” she delivers that in a affected tone, teasing you.

“Oh, Y/n, do not friendzone this guy! Do you hear me? He’s so fucking handsome, you don’t need to marry him, but, please, don’t waste this opportunity”.

“You guys… I also think he’s really cute. I’m not saying I’ll say no, I’m just not there yet, ok?” You look between your two best friends. “I’m still getting to know him. I’ve been living the shittiest moment of my entire life… I need time, that’s all”.

“Makes sense…” Jimin gives you a sympathetic smile, as he pats your head affectionately. “Eunjoo, stop pressuring her!”

“I’m not!”

“You are!” You and Jimin say it simultaneously. “Not that I’m defending you, Y/n, because you don’t deserve my sympathy. You don’t tell me anything anymore!”

The three of you burst out laughing at it. That’s what you’ve missed the most while you were away. Laughing. Feeling at ease. You love these people so much.

“I know, Chim! I feel the same, back in the day, I wouldn’t have to beg her to tell me what’s going on in her life, now I have to make her come and see me”, she complains, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Yeah, whatever you two. Since you two are such drama queens, I might as well just tell you… We’re spending the weekend at his family house in Jeju”, and before they have a chance to say anything, you add. “AS FRIENDS!”

Your best friends exchange glances and look back at you. You squint at them. Both of them had a glint of malice in their eyes, but they were trying their best to hide it from you, probably because they know if they interrupt you, you won’t tell them any details. But they know you know. Jimin nods, encouraging you to continue.

“So, yeah, as friends. And why am I telling you this? I need you to cover for me if Jungkook asks my whereabouts”, Eunjoo looks at you dumbfounded, probably thinking you were about to talk to Jimin about your secret arrangements with Jungkook. “He’s invited me to be his assistant at a project this weekend and I don’t really want to go, so I told him Namjoon and I are gonna go visit our mom’s older sister. It’s all set, I already spoke to my brother, he’s spending the weekend over at his mysterious girlfriend’s place. So, anyway, if he asks...”

“It’s not like a talk to Jungkook when you’re not around anyways”, Eunjoo shrugs, looking from Jimin to you.

One of the best things about Eunjoo is that both yours and hers’ demeanors are extremely similar. You two are really connected, to the point that she knows what you’re thinking and vice versa. You act and think very much like each other, so, in these situations she always knows how to react. Which comes in handy, since you have to lie more often than not to your friends because of your Jungkook situation.

“Why don’t you ask this favour to Taetae?” He asks, saying his own other best friend’s name in an affected way. “Since you two are so close right now”.

“You’re jealous of Taehyung? You’re cute” You laugh, reaching for his own chubby cheeks this time around. “You know you’re my top one, Chim, cut this crap. But seriously, though, can I count on you?”

“Sure, sweetums, I got you covered”, Jimin winks at you. “Ok, can I order? Is there anything else that needs to be discussed?”

“No. But can’t you talk while you drink your coffee?” You ask him, furrowing your brows.

“No, I want to drink my coffee in peace”, Jimin answers you, as he waves to the waitress.

Jimin’s a character. You smile to yourself, as your two best friends engage in some other conversation. You really didn’t pay much attention to it, too involved in your own thoughts. You take a sip of your own coffee, basking in the warm sensation it left on your tongue.

You couldn’t help but to think about Jin. You miss him. Since he left your house yesterday, you hadn’t had the opportunity to catch up on one another. He texted you good night and that’s it. Did you say something you weren’t supposed to? If you did, it means your weekend plans are cancelled, right?

There was only one way to find out.

You [3:19 am]: are u still alive? u have sent me 0 memes since yesterday

jin [3:20 am]:

jin [3:20 am]: there you go

You [3:20 am]: oh jin, this is so bad

You [3:20 am]: but I’m happy to know you’re alive

jin [3:20 am]: yup, alive

jin [3:20 am]: just a lil busy

jin [3:20 am]: i cant die yet im taking you to jeju, remeber?

jin [3:20 am]: so, what’s up?

You [3:20 am]:

You [3:20 am]: coffee with these two

jin [3:20 am]: tell them i said hi

You [3:20 am]: will do

You [3:20 am]: so, how’s work?

You two engage in this conversation via text message, as you listen to Jimin and Eunjoo talking non-stop around you. One of them would certainly complain at some point, but for now, you just wanted to talk to Seokjin. It feels nice. It feels right.

Maybe a little too nice and too right.

Ch 05 ⋙

say goodnight and go | chapter 06

pairing ↠ jin x reader, fuckboy!jungkook x reader

genre ↠ college au | love triangle | strangers to lovers | slow burn | fluff, angst, smut | multi-chapter

word count ↠ 6.5k

18+ | warnings ↠ grivieng character, manipulation, swearing, cheating, alcohol consumption, smoking.

summary ↠ when your mother passes away, you go back to your college student life, only to find out the guy you liked (and were friends with benefits with) had a girlfriend now. trying to get over him and your mother’s passing, seokjin, the friend of a friend wants you to give him a chance. will you find your way back to yourself?

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⋘ Ch 05

You haven’t been able to relax since you got Jungkook’s text yesterday. Yes, you sent him a sassy snapback, but his text spoiled the whole weekend for you. How the fuck did he find out? Why the fuck does he think he has the right to talk to you like that? Like he owns you, like you owe him any sort of explanation. You see, you really felt like he didn’t have the same kind of hold over you anymore, but he’s not really gone, either.

You were able to enjoy the dinner with Seokjin, but because it feels good to be around him, it feels like you forget about the rest of the world. But when you went to bed, when you were finally alone with your thoughts, you started to feel a growing sense of uneasiness, anticipating every possible scenario in your head, which didn’t really allow you to fall asleep properly. The next morning, Seokjin somehow picked up that there was something off about you and was, as always, the attentive and respectful person he always is, giving space and offering you to come back home earlier. You gladly accepted, because you needed some time alone, you needed to think and try to understand what was going on inside of you. The trip back was as pleasant as the first, Jin and you just talked and listened to music. This time you played your car trip playlist and he told you he liked most of the songs. You believed him, because he doesn’t usually lie to you, not even to please you.

When you got home, Namjoon had already returned to your place. He asked how your trip had been and you told him it had been pretty nice and that the Kim’s own pretty much a beach house mansion, because you definitely didn’t feel like talking about it right now, not even about the good parts. He insisted on knowing more details, but when you asked him how his weekend was, he changed the subject and started to vent out about the prices of the fiberglass vases he was looking online. Jin texted you to let you know he got home safe and you two kept talking to each other basically everyday.

Eunjoo and Jimin were losing their shit, because you and Seokjin kissed and they made you tell them everything, with every detail you could remember. They were both very excited and happy for you, but only one of them was happy because you were finally giving yourself the chance to get over Jungkook. You and Jungkook have been giving each other the silent treatment, except when you were around Namjoon and the other boys and you always made up an excuse to get away from him, on other occasions, he just pretended he didn’t see you and passed by you as if you were invisible.

That’s why you’ve spent the whole day feeling a bit nervous about the upcoming housewarming party marking the official beginning of Eunjoo and Yoongi’s “living together” relationship status. The boys, Seokjin and Jungkook’s girlfriend will be there too. To sum it up, you were scared out of your wits, because the day has finally come. You’d finally meet her. And you’d finally have to spend time with Jungkook after your weekend at Jeju with Seokjin. There was no escaping this time, there was no excuse to get away from him. You’d have to suck it up and pretend everything’s ok.

If it was any other occasion, you’d just call the host and say that you feel sick or something like that, but you couldn’t do that to Eunjoo. Obviously, you and Namjoon were the first two guests to arrive. Eunjoo gave you a warm hug when she opened the door and Yoongi fist bumped you and Namjoon.

“Y/n, I don’t even need to tell you to feel at home, you’ve stayed here as if it was your home before and it still is, ok? Whenever Yoongi isn’t here, you know, the right side of the bed is instantly yours”,

“Well, good thing I’m not a jealous guy”, Yoongi remarks, as he puts one of his arms around his girlfriend’s waist.

Just then, Namjoon lets out one very low laughing snort.

“That was a good one, Yoongs! It is because you are a jealous guy that the two of you are together now”, he taps his friend on the shoulder. “And you’re welcome”.

“Ugh, before you two start bickering… Thank you, my best friend, for welcoming me to your lovely home. I will show up uninvited many, many times, just so you know” Eunjoo’s giggling at that and you’re holding her hand as you say it, “and thank you, my best friend’s boyfriend, for doing the same… Specially, when I was at my lowest in my grieving process and the two of you were absolute angels. I’m sure this is only the beginning of a beautiful love story”, you hold Yoongi’s hand too, and say that looking from one to the other, both of them trying not to smile too widely at you.

“Thank you, luvs”, Eunjoo hugs you and you hug her back. “Now, can you help me with the finishing touches on my cupcakes? You know I’m not the best baker in town, so I could totally use your help”.

“Sure”.

“Want me to help too?” Namjoon offers.

“You’re joking, right?” Eunjoo deadpans.

“No, I was just trying to be nice, jeez”.

“Bless your heart for that, Joon, but… It’s better if you and Yoongi just chill, do you want a beer or something? There’s plenty in the cooler”.

She grabs your hand and drags you to the kitchen hurriedly. You see the cupcakes were perfectly finished on the kitchen counter (as perfect as amateur baking goes, of course). You squint at her and she flashes you a knowing smile, she only wanted to talk to you in private. Of course.

“Yes, my cupcakes look pretty neat for a failed cook, right?” She gets closer to you and continues with a lower voice. “I only wanted to ask you… How do you feel about meeting the girl for the first time? If you feel bad at some point, just know I’ll understand if you want to go home, you can tell the guys you got the cramps or something”.

“I’m super fucking nervous, of course. But I’m gonna have to suck it up and see how it turns out”, you gulp, cracking your knuckles.

Eunjoo looks at your hands and places hers over yours. Being such an intimate friend, she knows it’s one of your main coping mechanisms and she always tells you you’ll end up having arthritis in the future.

“Seokjin will be here too… And I know you know it, before you state the obvious, what I mean is: be careful. I know you don’t owe him anything, but I also know you don’t want to hurt him and the two of you are getting closer and closer, so if the tension between you and Jungkook gets too… Too much, I think the cramps are the best way out of this”.

You know she’s right. As the last week went by, you had done some thinking. You thought a lot about your future and when you imagined it… You can see your life with Jin in it. But Jungkook’s ghost was still too present, the wounds were still open. You need time, that’s all. But you know he’s got his own pace too, as much as he’s giving you space, you couldn’t make him wait forever. You nod at her words.

“And if you need anything, you know you just have to look at me and I’ll read your mind, as I always do”, she squeezes your hands and you nod again. “I’m here, do not hesitate”.

“I’ll be fine, Joo”, you try to give her your best, confident smile. “I’m a tough cookie, you know that”.

“But you don’t have to be a lonely tough cookie, that’s all I’m saying”, she laughs, pushing your shoulder lightly. “That’s it, I was just mildly worried about this whole situation, I just needed to get it off my chest. Let’s go”.

You follow her back to the living room, where Yoongi and Namjoon were excitedly talking about Lil Nas X’s Montero and how much they love it. Eunjoo sits on her boyfriend’s lap and he wraps his arms around her waist, while still talking to your brother about music. It’s so natural with them, they’re so used to each other, like they’re really becoming one. You want that. And you know you’ll never have that with Jungkook, you feel your heart weigh a little at that sight, but try to ignore it.

You sit right on the floor, between your brother’s long legs. You see your phone’s screen lighting up and Jimin’s contact name emerges on it.

chim chim 🐥 [8:20 pm]: sweetums, can you tell everyone hobi and i are gonna get there a little late? rehearsal’s not over yet

You [8:20 pm]: sure, chim

You [8:20 pm]: fighting 👊

You hear Yoongi’s phone ding, followed by a rhythmic knock on the door. Your blood runs cold instantly, because you recognize Jungkook’s habit of not ringing doorbells.

“Taehyung and Jungkook are here”, Yoongi declares, while he goes towards the door and opens it.

You get nervous and your eyes look desperately for Eunjoo’s, who’s now standing to welcome her new visitors. She has her eyes on you and mouths you a “just breathe with me”, taking a deep breath with you mimicking her movements.

Namjoon places his large hands over your shoulders and leans in, to whisper to you.

“Stand up and say hi to Kook’s girlfriend, she’s really excited to meet you”.

You look up at your brother’s face and nod, trying hard not to crumble in front of everyone right now. You wanted to meet her too, you had to meet her. Maybe now it’ll finally hit home for you that Jungkook’s got a girlfriend and that you have to leave him for good. You get on your feet and point to the Kloud can in Namjoon’s hands and he cocks one of his eyebrows inquisitively.

“Just wanna take a sip”, you explain, trying to sound normal.

“Since when do you drink beer without mixing it with soju?” He asks, the same expression as before carved on his face.

“Since right now, man. Can I, please?” You insist, gesturing a little more dramatically than you intended to.

“Aish, woman… Ok”, he forrows his brows and hands you his can. “Calm down”.

You take a fair gulp of it, feeling the sourness of the beverage against your tongue. Calm down, he says. You wish it was that easy.

You feel someone’s hand on your lower back and you freeze, but when your eyes find this particular hand belongs to Taehyung, you let yourself relax a little.

“Hey, gorgeous”, he holds you against his body in a warm hug. “Where do I find one of these?” Taehyung points to the beer can in your hands and you flash him a warm smile.

“The cooler is right in front of the TV stand, see?” You point it to him and he nods, going straight into the pointed direction.

“Hey, Y/n”, you hear his voice and hate the way it sends shivers down your spine, with your name rolling off his tongue casually.

Now it’s the time you shut your feelings out and pretend you and Jungkook are only friends. You’re about to meet his girlfriend and from now on, nothing will ever be the same between you and him. Nothing. This time around, you don’t allow your blood to run cold, you don’t allow your hands to shake. You can’t give Jungkook that satisfaction. He needs to know you can move on, you can get over him and that you don’t need him in your life.

“H-Hi, Kook!” You say as you finally turn to him, doing your best to flash him a convincing smile.

He was standing right beside you, hand in hand with his girlfriend. He’s wearing a light purple sweatshirt and white shorts, you get relatively surprised, because you seldom see him wearing anything other than dark clothes. Unfortunately for you, he looks like a god, as always. If you didn’t know any better, he’d come off as the sweetest guy in the whole fucking world. His girlfriend was right behind him and she looked insanely gorgeous too, beautiful eyes, beautiful smile, plump lips, gorgeous body. She looks amazing in a plain white crop top and light blue jeans, you can see why Jungkook chose her to settle down with, at least in theory.

It could have been you. You can feel your heart sinking further and further.

“Babe, this is my friend Kim Y/n” There’s not an ounce of shame in his eyes as he looks at you and says your name. So he calls her babe too, huh? You’re not even surprised. It just hurts to hear it. “Y/n, this is Baek Seulki, my girlfriend”.

“So, you’re the famous Seulki?” You ask her and she flashes you an excited smile. You try to do the same, and you really hope you can be convincing. It’s not her fault. None of this is her fault. It’s Jungkook’s. You hate him, not her. “I’ve heard a lot about you, I’m glad we could finally meet”.

“Hi, Y/n-unnie! These guys talk so much about you, I feel like I know you already”, she lets go of Jungkook’s hand and comes closer to you, arms extended inviting you into a hug. You allow her to hug you, trying your best to reciprocate the physical interaction, so you wouldn’t give away how awkward it all felt. “You’re so pretty… I’m so, so happy to meet you! I was really excited to meet Jungkook’s best friend”, she laughs, trying to be nice, you guess. You try to join her but yours sounds fake as fuck. “I’m sure you must have a lot to tell me about him, specially, not being one more of his frat bros”, she squints at Jungkook and then her eyes are back at you, an excited light in them, as she giggles softly.

Oh, she has no idea.

“Don’t let him fool you, Seulki, Y/n’s my best friend, not Jungkook’s!” Eunjoo interjects before you need to think about an answer for the girl’s assumptions. Your actual best friend gets closer to you and continues. “And as you can see, she already got herself a beer… Do you want one? Or perhaps you’re hungry? I can start serving the food if you are”.

“Oh, no, a beer’s fine”, Jungkook’s oblivious girlfriend allows Eunjoo to take her away from you and you let go of the air you held inside your lungs. “Oh, hi, Namjoon-oppa!” She waves your brother hello and he smiles at her, not really getting up from his seat.

She’s a sweetheart. There was no competition, there was no jealousy, she was just excited to meet you. The more you think about it, the more you want to punch Jungkook on his beautifully sharp jawline. Damn him.

Jungkook fist bumps your brother and takes the empty seat by his side on the sofa.

“So, Kim siblings, how’s your aunt doing?” Jungkook asks you and Namjoon, but he looks straight at you, challengingly.

“She’s fine, isn’t she, Y/n?” Namjoon’s trying to play it cool and you nod, silently. You nod, giving Jungkook a slight glare. This motherfucker… He really thinks he has some kind of right over you.

“I see…”, he comments. “You’ve never really mentioned this aunt before, I had no idea you were close to her”.

“We were not really close, but… It’s family. With everything that happened… You know”, Namjoon adds, trying to sound as natural as he could.

You know that asking him to lie to his friend isn’t a small, trivial thing to him. You hate yourself for putting your brother in this position, you know how much he cares for Jungkook.

“Yeah, I get it” Jungkook continues, as he makes eye contact with you again. “It’s just that I missed you guys, we all got together for drinks the other night at the frat and it was dope, even Hoseok got drunk and told us the details about his new lady… But anyway, I get it, like, things aren’t easy for your family right now”.

“Yeah… It’s kind of a touchy subject for Y/n still, so, I’d appreciate it if we could talk about something else”, Jungkook nods expressionlessly, his eyes still on you. “Like, for example, have you finished reading Norwegian Wood? I want my book back if you haven’t, it’s been three fucking months, Jungkook-ssi!”

“I swear there are only a few chapters left, hyung! I don’t read as fast as you do, but I swear I’m taking good care of it! The book’s returning to you in perfect conditions in two weeks, tops”, his eyes finally leave you and focus on your brother.

The way he acts so naturally in the middle of all this just makes you want to throw up. He has his current girlfriend and the girl he’s been playing around with for almost two years in the same room and he sits there, by your brother, as if nothing’s major happening right now. He’s just so certain that he has you wrapped around his finger, he doesn’t even worry about you making a scene or anything. He knows you won’t, you care too much about him to spoil his friendship with his hyung like that, even though he fucking deserves it.

He doesn’t care that from now on you’d be comparing yourself with Seulki in everything. In looks, in wits, in being close to your friends. And not only that, you couldn’t push her friendliness towards you out of your mind. She hugged you, she told you she was happy to meet you. You feel so guilty for doing what you did to her. You know Jungkook isn’t the only one to blame, you know you’ve got your fair share of guilt too. You give Namjoon his beer can back and you excuse yourself, saying you need to pee.

You just needed to get away from them, you needed to breathe. Maybe you’d follow Eunjoo’s advice and make some period cramps up and just leave. You look at your face’s reflection in the mirror. You fight back the tears that start to fill up your eyes, you can’t cry, at least, not right now. Your friends are on the other side of the door, your brother’s there too. You’re Jungkook’s accomplice here, your hands are dirty too. It's not his fault alone and that’s probably the worst part, you don’t even know if you have the right to cry.

When you pull yourself together, you open the door and see Seokjin has arrived too. He’s hugging Eunjoo and Yoongi at the same time, his eyes shut as he laughed about something as if it was the funniest thing in the whole world. You look at him and it feels like weight has been lifted from your chest, but honestly, you don't even deserve that.

When he fluttered his eyes open and saw you, a disarming smile formed on his lips and you couldn’t help but smile at him too. Whatever it is that you felt when you saw Jungkook couldn’t be compared to seeing Jin’s smile, and specially, to seeing him smile because he saw you. You don't think you could describe this feeling even if you talked about it for twelve hours straight. He’s wearing a red t-shirt that makes him look like the male-lead straight out of a TV drama, he’s just ridiculously handsome.

“Hi, Jinie”, smile still hanging on your lips. “What took you so long?”

“Was fixing my hair, babygirl, it’s hard to believe, but I do not wake up like this… What do you think of my new hairstyle, by the way?”

He bends his knees a little so you could take a better look. He’s got his hair parted to the sides, forehead exposed, instead of his regular blond bangs. As incredible as it may seem, he was able to look even more dashing, but before you get a chance to tell him what you thought, or something similar to that, you feel the delightful woody notes of the fragrance of his perfume, one you've never felt before.

“Forget about your hair, is this a new perfume?”

“Yeah, like it?”

“Wow, it’s exquisite”, you take a deep breath near him again. It felt expensive. “You got good taste, Jinie”.

“Thank you, babygirl. Feel free to sniff my neck anytime”.

“What?!” You ask him in an incredulous tone.

“That day we were out in the open and you sniffed Hoseok’s neck anyway! Why can’t I be sniffed too?” He laughs silently, poking you in the ribs softly, almost making you blow up at him for it.

“It’s different with you!”.

He studied you for a second and you saw something shifting in his eyes.

“Is it?” He asks, as he leans in closer to you.

You can’t help but to flinch a little with the closeness. Having him that close, smelling so great and looking at you the way he did could only result in problems.

“You know it is”, you answer and he flashes you a mischievous smile.

He, then, shakes his head lightly, as if he’s trying to get something off his mind. Thankfully, he is much more saner than you are.

“Er… Speaking of everyone being here... How are you feeling?” He bobs his head in Seulki’s direction.

“I… I feel better now that you’re here”, you commented, not really wanting to talk about the Jungkook situation with him. Your answer seems to take him by surprise and his face lightens up.

“Are you sure?” He asks you, looking you in the eyes.

You nod and he seems to pick up that you don’t really want to talk about that right now.

“Just wait a second, let me just go back to what you said…” You arc one of your brows, curious to what’s coming along with the smirk you’ve grown to know already on his lips. He continues in a lower tone. “Tell me more about you wanting to sniff my neck, you know, you don’t even need to ask”.

“Do you need me to spell it out for you, Jinie?”

He breathes, the smirk still there.

“It’s good to know. I’d love to hear what is it that you want, eventually… But, anyways, do you want a beer? I’m getting one for me”, he offers.

What is it that I want? What’s that supposed to mean, anyways?

“Not really, but I’d love it if you made me another one of your somaeks”.

“Yoongi-ssi! Is there soju?” He raises his voice, to call his best friend’s attention. Yoongi nods and points to the cooler. “Ok, I’ll mix it for you and this time around I’ll not make you call me oppa or anything, cause I know you get shy”.

“I’d love to punch that smirk off your face, Seokjin, really! Absolutely no drink on the face of this planet would be worth public humiliation”, you snap back at him, pushing his larger than life shoulder.

He replies with a different kind of laughter, a deeper and more restrained one. You have to mentally control yourself from not allowing a shiver to go down your spine when it meets your ears. You observe him as he’s focusing on mixing the right amount of beer to the soju shot, he has his thick brows furrowed and his lips forming a slight pout while he's distracted and concentrated. You, once again, catch yourself thinking he has the most captivating beauty you have ever seen in your life and don’t even realize your lips parting in a silly smile.

Well, not until he turns to you and points that out.

“What?” He asks you with a crooked smile, handing you your somaek.

“What what?” You return the question, dumbfoundedly.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you shouldn’t be…”

“It’s just that… You pout when you’re concentrated, it’s so cute”, you sip into your drink and it's as good as the last time. “Thanks, Jinie, this one’s as good as last time… Hey, your ears are getting red, why?”

You tease, knowing it’ll only make him feel even more flustered.

“Ya! You’re calling me cute, how do you expect me not to blush?” He raises his voice, just like he always does when he’s passionately defending himself. “I just caught you staring at me with a smile on your face, you’re the one who should be blushing right now!”

“Smiling? I’m pretty sure I was not smiling, I was probably trying not to laugh at you. You’re absolutely mental, Seokjin, you should definitely see a doctor”.

“You’re absolutely mental, Seokjin”, he imitates you, in a high-pitched voice, mockingly.

He pokes you again on the rib, only this time, he does it multiple times and the overwhelming ticklish sensation spreads through your body and it has you squirming and letting out an involuntary grunt. You hate the fact that you’re absolutely prone to make a scene whenever someone tickles you and you hate that Seokjin, of all people, had already found that out about you.

“Will you fucking stop?” You slap him, as you whisper shout him the question. “You ass!”

“Ouch! Ok, I’ll stop!” He pleads, laughing softly, rubbing his arm where your hand landed on him a few seconds ago. “Please, do not retaliate, you know I’m very ticklish. I regret it already, ok?”

“Ugh! I hate you!”

“No, you don't, come here”.

He comes closer and wraps his arms around you, his body still shaking lightly from laughing as he rests his chin on your head. He melts away the utter annoyance you should be feeling right now. You honestly love having him close.

And you shouldn’t love it so much.

Or maybe you should.

You feel him tense, arms a little stiff around you.

“What?” You inquire, moving your head so you could take a look at him.

“Don’t look, but Jungkook-ssi’s shooting daggers at me right now”, he lowers his head and whispers it in your ear.

“Well… Let him. I don’t care”, you shrug, as he lets go of you, looking at you in the eyes.

You see something flickering in his gaze again, something you’re not quite sure you can name, but he has a light expression on his face so it shouldn’t mean it’s a negative sign.

“Not caring, yeah- It’s good”, he gestures.

“Y/n!” You turn your head to where the sound of Eunjoo’s voice came from. “Ciggies?”

You ask if Jin wants to join you, but he says he doesn’t. Yoongi also declines Eunjoo’s invitation. So, it’s just a girls’ moment with your best friend, sitting on her balcony bench, sharing a mint cigarette. The night is a little too warm for your liking, but at least the stars were shining brighter than yesterday and the crescent moon looks like a beautiful celestial grin.

“So… You and Seokjin, huh?” She asks you, wiggling her eyebrows, reaching for the cigarette in your hands.

“Joo, honestly?” She nods, encouraging you to continue. “I don't really wanna talk about that right now… I just met Koo- Er… Jungkook’s girlfriend. Can we just enjoy our ciggie and talk about anything other than my love life?”

“Of course, sorry. Whenever you’re ready to… Talk about that, I’ll be all ears. It doesn’t have to be now”.

“Is this a new dress? I’ve never seen it”, you ask her, in an attempt to just forget about the previous topic.

“Do you like it? Yoongi picked it himself”, she answers with a tender smile on her face.

You wish you had that. So bad, it hurts.

“You're looking amazing, luvs. Kudos to Yoongi for being a connoisseur”.

“You know you can borrow it anytime, right? Maybe in a future date with Seok-”.

She cuts herself short when she hears the balcony door being opened and Jungkook joins you and your friend. No one says anything for a while and you have to stop your legs from trying to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible. He clears his throat, looking from you to Eunjoo and you just avoid his gaze.

“Do you need anything, Jungkook-ssi?” Eunjoo asks him, not sounding very happy to see him.

“Could you leave me and Y/n alone, please?” He returns the question, sounding as unfriendly as her, taking a gulp from the beer can in his hand.

“No”, her lips twist slightly upwards, in a challenging smile. She told you many times she wouldn't interfere, but if she ever got directly involved in your drama, she wouldn't control herself. “I don't think so”.

“You just saw how she treated me, right?” He asks you, pointing at Eunjoo’s direction. Then, he turns to her again. “I thought we were friends, Eunjoo! But you just keep pushing me away like I’m a monster or something… I’m not!”

“You’re so fucking dramatic! The world does not revolve around your dick, Jungkook! All I’m doing is showing you that I’m not ok with how you’ve been treating Y/n. She went through so much recently, she surely doesn't need you to make it all worse”.

“Oh, I see… You’re the one who’s playing me off against her, then?” He asks Eunjoo with a hurted tone.

“I’m not-”

“I should’ve seen it coming… Deep down I’ve always known you’ve never really liked me much, Eunjoo-ssi”, Jungkook interrupts her, closing his eyes as he says that. Looking at you, he continues. “I just wanted to talk to you… But there’s nothing I can do if your mind’s already made up about me being the villain in all of this”.

You can see he holds some pain in his gaze and you can’t help but feel your heart weighing a little at the thought of being the one that’s causing it. You don’t have to dig that deep to find the feelings you’ve been burying inside of yourself these past few weeks. Specially looking into his magnetic doe eyes. Or maybe you’re just very stupid, who knows?

“Do you want to talk to me, Jungkook?” You say it before Eunjoo can answer, but it comes out not much louder than a whisper. “Ok, let’s talk”.

Your eyes dart from him to a livid, but controlled Eunjoo, who’s examining your face carefully. You nod your head at her, asking her to leave you two alone. She raises her brows questioningly and you nod again, trying to look as composed as you can.

“You’re a grown woman, Y/n. I just hope you know what you’re doing…” She hisses and slams the door after her.

Eunjoo leaves you and Jungkook alone, in an odd, uncomfortable atmosphere. Your cigarette’s burning between your fingers and you try to focus on not allowing your hands to shake. His eyes, dark and intense, travel up and down your body, stopping at your face. You, on the other hand, look away.

“Look at me, Y/n… The least you could do is look me in the eyes”, he starts, burying his free hand in his pockets. “Or do you wanna keep on pretending that we’re just casual friends hanging around?”

“Are we anything other than that, Jungkook? Have we ever been?” You ask him, voice almost cracking when you say his name. “You brought her here today, man… I got the message. You’re not breaking up with her in this lifetime, I was stupid enough to believe it once! I’ve meant nothing to you, I know it now. And if you’re worried about me telling the boys about us, relax, I won’t”.

You wish you weren’t a secret, so you could shout these words at his face. You want to make a scene, but you simply can’t.

“I don’t give a fuck about this rambling bullshit you’re on right now. You told me you’d stay away from this dude, but then”, he takes a noisy breath before he continues. “You dragged your older brother -who’s also my friend, by the way- into a very complicated plan just to make a fool out of Jeon Jungkook. So, my question is, was it worth it?”

“Well, actually, since you asked-”

“You know what? I prefer not to listen how good it was getting dicked down by prince charming in his beautiful beach mansion”.

“Why don’t you go back inside to your girlfriend and leave me the fuck alone?” You ask him, unconsciously clenching your fists. “Jin and I are only friends, but if we weren’t it would be none of your business, Jungkook-ssi! How did you even find out about the trip anyway?”

“Well, now it’s my turn to tell you this is none of your business, babe”, he raises his eyebrows mockingly, almost defiantly again. “You keep saying that I don’t care about us, but you’re the one acting as if we mean nothing to you”.

“What?!”

“You heard me”.

“Yeah, I did… I just can not believe you’d have the balls to tell me that. After everything I’ve always done everything for you, for us!”

“You have suggested that you wanted me to break up with Seulki and I agreed, I just told you I needed some time. Then, I’ve asked you to stay away from this guy, who, by the way, clearly wants to take my place… And you didn’t. You even lied to me! And even after that, I’m still here trying to talk to you, honestly, I don’t know what else I can do… You’re the one who doesn’t care about us!”

“But you didn’t break up with her!”

“But I will!” He gets closer to you as he says that and you can feel a mixture of his cologne and of the soju on his breath. It makes you almost hate him for wishing his mouth was on yours right now. “I’ll do whatever you want to prove to you I’m serious about us this time”.

He gets even closer and intertwines your fingers tightly, looking you straight in the eyes.

“I don’t wanna lose you”, he whispers in a softer tone now.

You return his look, straight into his doe eyes. You’re not sure about what you find in them, but there’s something that makes you believe him. Maybe it’s just because you want to believe him, but given your story, he deserves a chance to try to make things right. It feels like a weight has been lifted from your chest.

“Jungkook… Do you promise?”

“Of course I do, babe. I’m willing to do this for you”, he reaches for a strand of your hair and tucks it behind your ear affectionately. “Just know that I don't expect to do this alone. What I saw back there, the hugging and the giggling… Not a pleasant scene to witness, hope I don’t have to go through it again. You’re not something I feel like sharing”.

“I’m not yours to share, Jungkook-ssi”.

“Of course you are”, he says that getting the closest he can to you.

Before you could say anything, you feel his hand squeezing your bottom in a firm, dominant way. You’d be lying if you said his touch didn’t feel ecstatic against your warm skin.

“See how perfectly your ass fits my hands?” You nod. You nod, because you’re weak and Jungkook knows it. “You will never find such a perfect fit anywhere else. This is why you can’t just move on from me so easily, you know this too”.

His hand travels from your butt to the nape of your neck, resting there, while the other holds you by the waist. You feel a familiar tingling sensation inside, that one you get whenever Jungkook’s hands are on you. The feeling that you’re too scared to name, but you definitely have for him. You just want more of it, you crave him. All of him.

“This”, he continues. “This thing we have… It’s not easy to find, don't think you can just replace me for some other guy. You can't”.

“And don’t you think you can replace me either”, you reply, as his dark eyes pierce through you.

“So this means you agree with me, babe?”

“Maybe”.

“Good to know”, he pulls away from you, taking a safe distance from you. “Let’s go back in, babe, we’ve been here for too long… And I want another beer”.

Before you have a chance to move, you hear the door sliding again and Seulki walks in the balcony a second later. She takes a look around, her face looks relaxed but you notice it doesn’t meet her eyes, there’s a darker shade on them you’re not sure what it means.

“You’ve been gone for a while, honey bunny, I was looking for you”, she utters in a whining tone, looking at her boyfriend with a corner of her mouth quirked up, as she discreetly sized him up.

“I was just catching up with Y/n. We ended up taking different classes this semester, so we haven’t had much time to talk”, he places his hand on her lower back and you look away. “Right, Y/n?”

“Yup”, you simply answer. “Guys, I’m heading back inside, since I’m out of cigarettes now. The Moon looks beautiful today, make sure to enjoy the view”.

Without looking back, you just allow your feet to take you back inside, you just can’t look at her right now. Not after what you asked Jungkook to do. You notice Hobi and Jimin had arrived while you were outside, they come and say a warm hello and you try your best to hide the turmoil you were feeling right now.

You’ve agreed to keep on doing this crazy thing with Jungkook. The thing you’ve wanted the most for the past two years. It’s almost relieving when you realize that this specific part of your life won’t be changing for the worst, after all the shit you went through recently. At least you get to keep Jungkook.

The rest of the evening goes by and you feel a little off, exchanging glances with Jungkook from time to time and everytime your eyes met, it was like a reminder that you had to keep Seokjin away from your mind. But it’s hard when he’s everywhere or, at least, it feels like he’s everywhere now, wherever you look you see his blond hair from the corner of your eyes; you hear his laughter all night long; his blonde hair flowing like silk from side to side while he passionately talks about the silliest things in the world, as he always does; and most importantly, it feels like his sparkling almond shaped eyes insist on finding yours whenever they can.

It almost makes you question your actual desires. But that’s too much for your tipsy brain to process right now, that’s something it’ll have to do by itself, when time comes, if certainty doesn’t come by the morning. Considering you do not plan to tell none of this to Eunjoo.

simple thing | mini masterlist | ksj

・ pairing: ex! seokjin x ex!afab!reader

・genre: exes to ? | angst | smut | marriage AU! | actor jin | non idol AU ・+18

・summary: seven years ago, you left seokjin to pursue your dreams abroad. you promised to come back to him, but your pride prevented you from doing so. now, he resents you and all you have left is regret.

・banner: made by the amazing @gfxstdio

・permanent taglist: @goldenhoney-cas @yuugehn

part one .

© seokjins-luigi, 2023

simple thing | part one | ksj

・pairing: ex! seokjin x ex!afab!reader ・genre: exes to ? | angst | smut | marriage AU! | actor jin | non idol AU ・+18

・summary: seven years ago, you left seokjin to pursue your dreams abroad. you promised to come back to him, but your pride prevented you from doing so. now, he resents you and all you have left is regret.

・release date: jan 8 - 6 pm (GMT-3)

・A/N: there it is :) i'm really excited to tell this story! as always, you feedback is highly appreciated!

・word count: 6.081

・banner: made by the amazing @gfxstdio

・permanent taglist: @goldenhoney-cas @yuugehn

・series taglist: @bri-mal @firesighgirl

“Oh, ______, imagine when it’s your turn”, you heard the dreamy tone in your best friend’s voice and almost laughed.

“I think you should open yourself up to the possibility of never being my maid of honor, because it’s extremely unlikely that I’ll ever get married”, you answered as you stared at your own reflection in the mirror, pleased with the adjustments made on your gown for the upcoming event. “Deep down, you know that”.

“Well, it’s not like you have no options, bitch. You just don’t allow anyone in your life ever since you came back”, Haewon counters, her voice coming from behind you, but you know her eyes are also on your gown. “Aw, you look so beautiful in it, _____. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, but-”.

Her voice cracks and you turn around only to find your best friend with her face buried in her hands, obviously breaking the promise she’d made to herself. You understand where this is coming from and can’t help yourself when you feel your own eyes welling up as you wrap your mind around what’s really happening here. 

Haewon is finally getting married to the love of her life. You already knew that, of course, but seeing yourself in the dress you’d wear on your best friend’s wedding, a day the two of you had dreamed about for so long, with all the adjustments and fittings done filled your heart with so much love, so much selfless happiness. 

“You’re such a fucking softie! Come here…” You manage to say with an unstable voice, as you wrapped your arms around your lifelong best friend. “I’m so happy for you, Haewon-ah!”

“Ugh, I’m so fucking happy I can’t even put into words. But I’m also so nervous at the same time”, she sniffs, wiping the tears away from her eyes delicately so she wouldn’t smudge her mascara. “Like, intrusive thoughts keep getting in the way, what if Yoongi simply says ‘no’?”

“Ha! As if!” You let out a sincere laugh, smiling softly at her as you continue. “This is the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard you say”.

“Aren’t you gonna reassure me saying that Yoongi loves me more than anything or something?” She asks in a wobbly voice. 

Which is funny, because in front of you stands one of the most confident women you know. You guess being a bride does mess with your brain.

“Do I really have to?”

“Not really”, she answers shyly, as if coming to the most obvious conclusion ever. She continues, trying to get off this specific subject. “And you… Especially in this dress, will definitely get yourself a hookup and live the drama of your dreams at your best friend’s wedding, have you thought of that? I think Kitae is single, by the way”.

“My god… You were crying two seconds ago thinking about the possibility of Yoongi leaving you, now you’re telling me about Hwang Kitae’s love life status… What happens inside this brain of yours, Haewon-ah?!” You poke her head playfully with your pointer finger. “Can’t I just look forward to enjoying the party or something? I can get a hookup any other time of the year”, you reply, automatically rolling your eyes at her.

She bursts out laughing, knowing very well it would annoy the shit out of you. She simply doesn’t understand that you have priorities in life and getting laid was not number one on that list. Not that you don’t want to get laid or flirt with hot guys, of course you do. But you have so many responsibilities at the university, not only are you a new professor, but as the Department Chair of the Paleontological faculty of one the top universities in Seoul. You’ve been invited back to your country to take up the position and you couldn’t be more honored with the invitation, you didn't even second guess your choice to leave the lab you had been working in China. The endless hours you’ve spent in libraries studying your ass off, at the lab or out at fieldwork were worth it and you finally got the job of your dreams.

Since you returned to South Korea relatively recently, it’s harder to get your social life back on track. And it’s not like the piles of paperwork you need to do every week will just work themselves, so you don’t have much time to spend flirting. 

And it’s fine, you love what you do.

“Well… You know he’s gonna be there”, Haewon suggests with a suspicious wiggle of her eyebrows. 

“Yeah, I know, Haewon-ah!” You stare at her for one second, then continue, a little too short on your patience than you’d care to admit. “Can’t you just leave my love life alone for a holy second?” 

“I’m just saying, love. Don’t be mad at me”, she raises her hands, in sign of peace and you sigh. “I just feel like it’s good to emphasize that you’ll be seeing Seokjin in a couple of days. It can get awkward or uncomfortable, or make you feel bad, I just want you to prepare yourself mentally to go through it with beauty and grace, at least”.

Kim Seokjin is a touchy subject for you. A touchy subject you preferred to avoid for the past two years of your life, but, unfortunately, you wouldn’t be able to postpone this for much longer. 

The mere image of Seokjin on your brain was enough to stir your insides up. Thinking about seeing him again makes you want to run away from Korea once more, leaving everything behind, just like you did 7 years ago. If it wasn’t Haewon’s wedding, you might as well have just done that. 

But some things are better dealt with when faced with spontaneity and this is the plan you mean to follow when facing him after 7 years apart. The plan is: you will see. 

“Yeah, I know”, you turn your gaze towards the mirror once again, taking in how good you look in the gown. At least, when you meet him again, you’ll look gorgeous. “It’ll be fine. Care to help me with this zipper?”  

Something you couldn’t mention to Haewon was the fact that being a maid of honor was stressful as hell, but you could vent out about it to Hoseok, your other best friend. You did that pretty frequently, you might add. 

That’s what friends are for, right?

“I swear to god, Hoseok!” Laying on your bed, you avow in a dramatic, but honest tone. “Chaewon is gonna try to start some drama on the wedding day, I know that devil pretty well. And honestly, I don’t know what to do to prevent it”.

“Can’t we just uninvite her?” He asks, laughing on the other end. 

“I’d love to, but Haewon wants to give her a chance”, you stare calmly at your ceiling as you speak to your friend. “Yoongi told me that I shouldn’t allow her to give a speech, quoting: ‘under no circumstances’”, you try to make an impression of his raspy, low voice. “I wouldn’t let her touch the mic anyways, but having the groom to back me up makes everything easier”. 

“Yah, _____, you shouldn’t worry so much! We’re all gonna be there to help you manage that dragon”, he answers you, giggling softly after calling the bride’s half sister a dragon. “And about that, when I say “we’re all gonna be there”, I mean, all of us. Including Seokj-”

“I know that, Hoseok”, you cut him short. “You guys really don’t have to bring him up every time we speak to each other, ok?”

“Ok… Sorry”, he replies tonelessly. “I just felt like I could point it out, since we’re all staying at the same hotel. But, anyways, go get some sleep, it’s pretty late”.

That’s the best thing about being best friends with an Aquarius sun, they will respect your boundaries no matter how wrong they think you are. You know he, just like Haewon, thinks you should face the problem, but he knows you are a grown ass woman and he just doesn’t even try to press the matter. He just leaves you be. 

You check the time on your phone and he’s right. It’s 12:12 am and, unfortunately, your work at the university has turned you into an early riser. 

“You too, Seok Seok, make sure to get some rest after lending your ear to my stressed self. Good night”, trying to soften your voice, feeling a faint pang of guilt on your chest for being rude to him.

“Night, sweetums”.

You hang up and throw your phone somewhere on your bed, rolling away from it to try to clear your mind. Could Haewon and Hoseok be right about Seokjin? 

Like, do you need to prepare yourself before meeting him again after so long? But then again, how could you even begin to prepare yourself for something like that?

It wasn’t like you didn’t have to see his face every so often on your tv. You did. In fact, he’s the reason you haven’t kept up with the drama releases in the past few years, since he’s been the lead on so many. Yes, you know you’re the one who left, but it didn’t mean you left because you had no feelings for him, you were just scared. You’re human, after all, you’re allowed to regret. 

But life finds a way and so do you. You fall asleep not long after reaching that conclusion, but tonight, you couldn’t avoid seeing Seokjin in your dreams.

Something you couldn’t mention to Haewon was the fact that being a maid of honor was stressful as hell, but you could vent out about it to Hoseok, your other best friend. You did that pretty frequently, you might add. 

That’s what friends are for, right?

“I swear to god, Hoseok!” Laying on your bed, you avow in a dramatic, but honest tone. “Chaewon is gonna try to start some drama on the wedding day, I know that devil pretty well. And honestly, I don’t know what to do to prevent it”.

“Can’t we just uninvite her?” He asks, laughing on the other end. 

“I’d love to, but Haewon wants to give her a chance”, you stare calmly at your ceiling as you speak to your friend. “Yoongi told me that I shouldn’t allow her to give a speech, quoting: ‘under no circumstances’”, you try to make an impression of his raspy, low voice. “I wouldn’t let her touch the mic anyways, but having the groom to back me up makes everything easier”. 

“Yah, _____, you shouldn’t worry so much! We’re all gonna be there to help you manage that dragon”, he answers you, giggling softly after calling the bride’s half sister a dragon. “And about that, when I say “we’re all gonna be there”, I mean, all of us. Including Seokj-”

“I know that, Hoseok”, you cut him short. “You guys really don’t have to bring him up every time we speak to each other, ok?”

“Ok… Sorry”, he replies tonelessly. “I just felt like I could point it out, since we’re all staying at the same hotel. But, anyways, go get some sleep, it’s pretty late”.

That’s the best thing about being best friends with an Aquarius sun, they will respect your boundaries no matter how wrong they think you are. You know he, just like Haewon, thinks you should face the problem, but he knows you are a grown ass woman and he just doesn’t even try to press the matter. He just leaves you be. 

You check the time on your phone and he’s right. It’s 12:12 am and, unfortunately, your work at the university has turned you into an early riser. 

“You too, Seok Seok, make sure to get some rest after lending your ear to my stressed self. Good night”, trying to soften your voice, feeling a faint pang of guilt on your chest for being rude to him.

“Night, sweetums”.

You hang up and throw your phone somewhere on your bed, rolling away from it to try to clear your mind. Could Haewon and Hoseok be right about Seokjin? 

Like, do you need to prepare yourself before meeting him again after so long? But then again, how could you even begin to prepare yourself for something like that?

It wasn’t like you didn’t have to see his face every so often on your tv. You did. In fact, he’s the reason you haven’t kept up with the drama releases in the past few years, since he’s been the lead on so many. Yes, you know you’re the one who left, but it didn’t mean you left because you had no feelings for him, you were just scared. You’re human, after all, you’re allowed to regret. 

But life finds a way and so do you. You fall asleep not long after reaching that conclusion, but tonight, you couldn’t avoid seeing Seokjin in your dreams. 

As the day of the big event approached, you started packing slowly, since you hated packing for trips. You were in no position to complain, since Yoongi basically rented the whole hotel for the wedding guests. Like, it’s not a mediocre kind of hotel, it’s one of the best hotels in Daegu. He insisted on hosting the wedding in his home city and Haewon didn’t oppose to it, since she is from the capital and they live there already. 

Hoseok went to Daegu before you, by plane. You preferred to take a car trip, since it wasn’t such a long journey from Seoul to Daegu. You do love driving, so it’s a good chance to take some time and do something you love for a change. Plus, you think it’s good to have your own car with you while you’re there, because if you need to rush with any last minute details for the wedding, you wouldn’t have to depend on anything other than yourself.

When you remember your best friend is about to marry one of the most famous rappers from Korea, you always smile. Like, everything turned out the way it was supposed to be. She was a big lawyer, he was a big artist. Hoseok, also known as J-Hope was the one who introduced them, since Yoongi and him were under the same label. You were away for years, doing what you have always dreamed to do.Namjoon, a friend you don’t get to see as often, because he’s always super busy, became a very relevant art curator known worldwide for his work. Seokjin became Korea's favorite heartthrob. 

Things changed a lot since you were all young and in high school making all those plans. It took you a few hours, but with these thoughts keeping you company, the car trip to Yoongi’s hometown went flying.  

The hotel your friend’s fiance booked for his guests couldn’t be more opulent, you were in awe the moment you first laid your eyes on its front. Tall gray walls rose against the Daegu sky, with several glossy windows reflecting the city lights. On the top floor, you can see a gigantic swimming pool that would be delightfully pleasant for you on these hot summer days. 

After parking your car in the hotel facilities, you checked yourself in and rushed to your room. Laying in your bed’s comfortable white sheets, ordering something nice from the hotel’s restaurant and having the night to relax. You were very happy to find out you could access your Netflix account while there, so you chose a random romantic comedy movie to chill while you ate. 

“Don’t you have any other friends, Haewon-ah? Why does it have to be me?” You uttered loudly, lowering your face in the direction of the sink, where your phone rested against the counter while you washed your face, still a bit slow due to the early hours.

“Will it kill you, _____?” You hear Haewon’s voice coming as loud as yours from the speaker of your phone.

“Yeah, probably!” You affirmed and gestured as if she could see you. “Ugh, doesn’t Yoongi have any friends to ask for stuff? What’s the point of being famous if you can’t ask favors from important people?”

“If you think about it, you’re kind of important too… You’re the most relevant paleontologist in South Korea right now”, you can see in your mind’s eye the expression on her face as she strokes your ego with this particular comment.

You’re not usually a very narcissistic person, but when it comes to your professional life… You kind of are. Haewon knows that and she, sometimes, uses that in her own favor. 

“Yeah, well, long story short is: I don't want to!” You stare at your reflection for a second in order to help you think about something else to say. “Can’t Chanyeol go?”

“No, he can’t”, she answers dryly. “Don’t be a fucking child, _____. I know you have nothing important to do today and I’m asking you for a favor”.

She is right, you have nothing to do this afternoon. You wanted to chill some more by the pool, but you know she will just laugh at you if you say that. You have no other excuses to give her, there’s apparently no way out of this.

“Can't this guy just call an Uber or something?” You try for the last time.

“_____, he’s stopped the shootings of his next movie in freaking Japan to come to my wedding, I can’t just leave him and greet him like any other guest” Yeah, she has a point. You don’t really show it, but you agree with her. Seokjin has always been a considerate friend, damn him for that. “And you two are gonna have to talk to each other in a few hours anyways, can’t you try to make it a little less uncomfortable? We’re all staying at the same fucking hotel. I think if you two meet alone before the rehearsal dinner, it will be easier to deal with each other’s presence. You’re my maid of honor, _____”.

You knew since day one that, as a maid of honor, you’d have many obligations in your friend’s wedding and when you accepted to be Haewon’s maid of honor, you were counting on being bothered with all sorts of requests from her. Even your assistant, Jeon Jungkook, helped every once in a while when you were too busy at the university.  But honestly? The only thing you didn't see coming was having to pick Kim Seokjin up at the airport. All by yourself. 

Apparently god, the gods or whoever runs the skies or whatever has a very controversial sense of humor. And this thing enjoyed putting you in all sorts of embarrassing situations. Because, come on, having to pick up your ex-boyfriend of years, who you broke up with to go study abroad and who also happened to be very hurt by the breakup at the time, at the fucking international airport was a fucking joke. If you saw it coming, you’d have joined Hoseok on the airplane. 

Sighing in defeat, you finally ask your best friend.

“What time do I fucking have to be there?”

You drove to the airport with The Seeds of Love blasting through the sound system of your car, singing along to each and every single one of the songs, in a desperate attempt to calm yourself the fuck down. It worked to a certain degree, but you were still feeling the annoying, but familiar sensation inside of you. 

When you parked the car in the airport’s parking lot, you had to fight the urge to vomit and to run away at the same time. You know that seeing Seokjin for the first time in years will definitely mess with you in ways you didn’t even want to imagine. 

You don’t particularly enjoy this sensation, to feel extremely lost into someone, but also utterly vulnerable. That’s why you didn’t keep your word. That’s why you didn’t look for him when you came back. Being with him always made you feel like there’s no one else in the world, apart from him. It was a sensation like no other, loving someone with your whole heart and soul, but the vulnerability that necessarily comes with it doesn’t really sit well with you. It doesn’t even suit you anymore. 

Also, deep down, you knew he had already moved on and it was incredibly naive of you to think a man like Seokjin would be single for long. To make matters worse, he is an actor, for god’s sake. He would never wait for you, when he has the chance to be with people who are completely out of your league, but totally into his league. 

That’s why the best option for you was just to move on with your own ordinary, academic life. Find someone nice and as ordinary as you, Seokjin and you don't belong in the same world anymore and that’s fine. That’s how life works. Things aren’t unchangeable and so aren’t people. 

With your mind racing, you tried the breathing exercise your psychologist taught before leaving the car, but the magic didn’t work this time around. You couldn’t stop thinking and speculating about how'd you really feel when you finally laid your eyes on him. 

Your legs dragged you into the arrivals area, as your eyes scanned the place in hopes of finding Seokjin before he found you. You didn’t arrive at the airport much earlier than you should have, because you knew that you’d be anxious as fuck, which didn’t give you much time to only think or speculate how you’d feel when your eyes lay on Seokjin’s after so long. You found out pretty soon, when unexpectedly you saw his brown, almond shaped eyes staring directly at yours, as soon as the doors from arrival opened. It’s like after all this time, he still found you in a crowded room no matter what. 

For a couple of seconds, it felt like everybody else in the world was out of focus and Seokjin was everything you could see. He came walking towards you, his face remained in a stoic expression and you desperately tried to recompose yourself, more on the inside than on the outside, since you’ve always been good at hiding your feelings. It felt so surreal seeing him, after he became a celebrity, after you left him to pursue your dreams, so many things have happened and so much has changed in the meantime. Each step he takes in your direction, makes you realize it was all real.

He is there in front of you, Kim Seokjin, in flash and bones. He still looked the same as he looked seven years ago, the same striking beauty that always made you think you were the luckiest woman in the world. You really were. 

He was wearing an oversized black sweatshirt and also a pair of oversized blue jeans, he looks so fucking cool it hurts. His hair is longer than he used to have back then, but you really think the longer hair suits him very well. You almost hate him for looking so effortlessly handsome.

You tried giving him a half smile, because the fact that he didn’t react in any way to your presence made you feel nervous. He didn’t smile back, though as he got closer, he bowed to you. Simply bowed, as if you were just an ordinary acquaintance. 

Gulping, you bowed back at him.

“Seokjin-ssi, hi! Wow, it’s been so long”, you tried, in a desperate attempt to make the situation less awkward.

He pressed his lips together and nodded, not really looking you in the eyes right now. Yeah, he probably still hates you. Great! Did you really have to mention it’s been long? Of course it’s been long since the last time you’ve seen each other and it’s all thanks to you. You’re so bad at small talk.

Why did you allow Haewon convince you to do this, for god’s sake?

“Er- Shall we, then?” You ask him, the silliest and most awkward smile still hanging on your lips. 

“Lead the way”, he replies and hearing the sound of his velvety voice for the first time makes you quiver on the inside.

“Do you…N-Need any help with your baggage?” You felt like a teenager trying to talk to her high school crush, stuttering like that. 

“Oh no, I got it”, he denies and nods his head no, his black hair moving like silk against the wind. “Er- Thanks, though”.

He sounded a tiny bit less cold, which made you feel 0,1% better. You’ll need a very long hot bath to relax after this, you know for sure. You turned without trying to say anything else and made your way towards your car silently, listening to him following you in a safe distance. Your mind was racing trying to find a way to have light small talk with him, because the awkward silence you were forced to share with him right now made you feel like crying.

The weather? Fuck no. Soccer? You don’t care for sports. Politics? You’re not sure of his political opinions nowadays. No silly or light comments came to your mind and trying to mention the wedding would be too obviously a desperate attempt and Seokjin wasn’t stupid.

You helped him accommodate his belongings in the trunk of your car almost in silence, only exchanging a few words about the car and you were ready to get in and endure the longest car ride from the airport to the hotel. 

However, he surprised you when you heard his voice meeting your ears.

“Good to know you came back, ______-ssi”, then, Seokjin opened the car door and took his seat.

Ok, so, he wants to do this. Better than giving you the silent treatment all the way to the hotel, you figured. You follow him on the inside of your car and try giving him another half smile, obviously trying to show him you wanted this to go as smoothly as possible.

“Yes, I’m back”, you laugh nervously as you start the car. “It’s been two ye-”.

“I know”, he cuts you off. “I know it’s been two years”.

You know he knows. You have friends in common, who have obviously mentioned that you came back to Korea, at some point. You’ve always known this conversation would happen, but as much as you tried to prepare yourself for this moment, you realized you couldn't truly be prepared for it.

“Oh”, that’s all you managed to say.

This is the only man you’ve ever loved in your entire life. Finally confronting you after you left. Looking at his eyes, they burned with resentment. You understand his reasons, of course you do. You left him after he proposed to you right after college, to follow your dreams, to become who you are today. You loved him, but you’d never give up on your dreams for anyone and you also didn’t want him to give up on his dreams because of you. His career was starting to take off when you got the scholarship in China and he offered to leave everything behind to go with you.

But you said no to him. 

It hurt like hell to do so, of course it did. You loved him, but because you loved him you couldn’t tell him it was ok to give up on his dreams, on his career, on his life to be with you in another country for god knows how many years. Because you loved him, you couldn’t be selfish. That’s why you left, but it didn’t matter how many times you tried to explain your reasons to him, he would never fully understand. 

“If I remember correctly, you said you’d come and look for me when you came back”, he raised his brows as he said it softly, disguising his rancor. “What happened? Was it hard to track me down or something?”

He knew it wasn’t, since he’s one of Korea’s sweethearts right now.

“Very funny, Seokjin”, you sigh, looking at the road, trying your best to stay focused on the traffic. 

“Yeah, I’ve always managed to make you laugh, right? Good thing I’ve built my career in show business, huh?” You felt his eyes burning where they touched you, as he fixed his gaze on your side profile. “But let me try a different approach. Why didn’t you keep your word? All these years, I… have waited for you, _____”.

“Did you, though?” You glance at his figure for a second and you see his eyes widening, then you turn your full attention back to the road ahead of you. “It wasn't like you’ve been single these past few years, you know? How did you expect me to come back years later, begging you to give me another chance after reading all about your flings with your coworkers all this time?”

He laughs humorlessly and when you don’t follow him, he asks you lowly.

“Are you serious?”

“Why would I not be?” You pinch your eyebrows as you reply to his question with another one.

“You tell me”, he scoffs, running his hands through his hair, then sighs loudly. “And don’t try to change the focus here. I asked you a question first”

“Seokjin, I…”, your voice trails off and you simply stop trying to find something to say.

Does he really need you to confess that you were scared that, after all those years, you were afraid of getting rejected? Doesn’t it go without saying? When you left, everything was different. Seokjin has always attracted the attention of, basically, everyone. He has always had unmatched visuals, an unique sense of humor, charisma, intelligence, morals. It took you such a long time to build your trust on him and on your relationship, because in the beginning, you’d compare yourself to everyone who approached him, scared he’d realize he could do so much better with other people, who were prettier, smarter, funnier than with you. Does he really need you to say that you just got scared all over again?

“Why didn’t you come find me when you came back, ______-ssi, like you promised?” He stressed the last word out as he spoke slowly, clearly annoyed by your silence.

“Things… changed”, you declared hesitantly, taking the easy road on your way to avoid focusing this too much on your feelings. “Haven’t they?”

“Not for me”, he replies without even wincing, then he adds. “Why? Have they changed for you?”

They haven’t, actually. You wish you could just tell him everything, like you used to. Just let him know how you really feel, how insecure you felt all the times you thought about calling him or even going after him in person. But how could you? Time does, in fact, change things. As much as two people wish for things to stay the same, they hardly ever do. 

What you really wanted after all these years was just to throw yourself into Seokjin’s arms and find the comfort no one else has been able to give you ever since. If only he knew how much you craved him and how difficult it was to be inside of your car right now, where his perfume filled the whole space and almost made you intoxicated with longing. 

You wish you were a little more selfish, so you’d just ignore the fact that everything happened the way it did and just throw yourself into his arms, not giving a shit about what comes next. 

But you aren’t selfish, at least, not when it comes to Kim Seokjin.

With your mind racing, you hesitate before you’re able to form a coherent sentence in your brain and he notices.

“Ok, I see how it is, ______”, his head snaps in your direction again, even though you got your eyes focused on the road, you feel his eyes on you. “You’re seeing someone, aren’t you? Of course you are, for fuck’s sake. Of course you’ve found someone after all these years…”

If only he knew you’d compared every guy you met all this time to him, he’d laugh so hard, he’d probably get hiccups. You haven’t been able to establish true connections with anyone else ever since you left him, unlike him, who’s been involved in several dating rumors during these past few years. You know because you read all of the details from every single one of them, while the only dates you had ended up being on night stands with random guys you met in bars.

“No, I’m not”, you coldly reply, turning your face into his direction for a split second, just to see the surprise taking over his face.

“You’re not seeing anyone, then?” He allows the words to roll off his tongue slowly, repeating the question he asked you a few seconds ago, only this time the disbelief was obvious in his tone. 

“No”.

Seokjin crosses his arms in front of his chest and breathes through his nose loudly. Maybe this was as uncomfortable to him as it was to you. You just couldn’t wrap your head around why he’d want to do this after all this time, both of you had said everything there was to be said back then. There just isn’t a reason for you to go through this all over again, fortunately, you aren’t far from his hotel now. You soon would be away from him all over again, safely hidden at your hotel room, where you could cry all night long, until the gigantic lump in your throat disappeared. Mostly because you’d try to forget about it with a relatively expensive bottle of wine.

After a brief moment of silence, he starts again.

“I just… Need to hear you saying why”, he turned to you as he spoke and it sounded like he was on the verge of crying.

Knowing you made him suffer has been something that prevented you from sleeping every once in a while and a lot of times you ended the nights hating yourself for it. You hate yourself for causing all of this. You just wish life was easier, you wish you could have everything you want, you wish you could have had a brilliant career and Seokjin at the same time.

After all these years, the truth is he doesn’t need you anymore. He’s famous, he can have anyone he wants. You just wish he could understand that and that it was the sacrifice you decided to make on his behalf. You want him to be happy, not stuck with you and your unexciting academic career. 

“I really don’t know, Seokjin. There’s no… specific reason, I guess”, you gazed at him as you summoned the strength to continue. “I just think it doesn’t make sense to me anymore”.

It obviously is harder than you think, because you know none of it is true. You’re just a coward, you just avoided him these two past years, because you were scared of being permanently dumped. You guess you preferred the what if, than to really just let Seokjin go. You were not ready to let him go, he’s always been your haven, your safe place, even after the two of you broke up. He’s your favorite memory.

And it was better to have his memory untouched, than spoiling it with real life and getting dumped because he was having the time of his life as a famous actor, fucking god knows who.

“What doesn’t make sense?” He queries you almost in a whisper.

“Us”, you reply in the same tone. It takes every ounce of strength in you, but you lie again.

You don’t see it, but his eyes darken the minute your words meet his ears like a sucker punch to his stomach. 

He takes in a deep breath and seconds later, your car is filled with his low, deeper voice.

“So, you’re saying that everything we lived together, everything we shared… The promises both of us made to each other… None of it makes sense to you anymore?”

Judging by the way he just asked you this, you were slowly starting to realize that, perhaps, it all still makes sense to him, just like it still makes sense to you. Perhaps, he’s been waiting for you to return, like you promised. Just like Haewon and Hoseok had foreseen it, but you refused to believe it. Because you are a fucking coward, the worst kind. You lie to people and you lie to yourself in a desperate attempt to protect your pride. 

It was far too late to change your mind now. Specially, after the way he spoke to you now. You know he’s deeply hurt and things will, in fact, never be the same again. 

You can’t even think about anything to say. You aren’t mentally able to tell him again that you think your history simply doesn’t make sense, the kind of love you and Seokjin have for each other doesn’t just stop making sense.

“You know what, ______-ssi? Nevermind” He breaks the silence, but his voice is still a little louder than just a whisper. “I thought I could do this, but it’s impossible to have this type of conversation like this. Can you please stop this car!? I’ll call myself an Uber”.

“What?” You ask him, dumbfounded. “I’m not gonna just drop you on the side of the road, we’re almost there-”.

“I’ll be fine”, he cuts you off dryly and louder than before. “I’ve been fine without you these past seven years of my life, it’s not like I need you anyways”.

Okay, you deserve to hear that. Your brain goes into code red and you’re very happy that you’re a good driver, because you know you can’t fully function right now. You open your mouth in an attempt to argue against his request, but no sound comes out of it. 

“Seriously, ______. Stop this car”, he demands, this time around. 

Your feet automatically hit the brakes, just like he told you to, stopping the car by the sidewalk. You’re still taking it all in. You imagined this wouldn’t end well, but you even surprised yourself with how bad it actually ended, all thanks to you, of course.

“Please, just send my baggage to my room when you get there”, he sneers, his eyes glued on your figure and you can’t muster up the courage to look into his eyes.

He opens the door and gets out of your car calmly, then closes the door delicately. That’s the scariest part of it all, Seokjin is the confronting type, he doesn’t take shit from people and he didn’t even want to continue talking with the conversation, there was no closure. He just cut you off. He couldn’t bear being in the same space as you. Saying the shit you said was probably the final nail to this coffin and as much as you hate admitting it to yourself, you were the one who dug this grave. You followed his figure with your eyes as he distanced himself from your car, not even once looking back.

He is now totally free to move on with his life, as he’s supposed to. He’s rich, beautiful, talented, charismatic, funny, relevant, famous. You don’t belong with him anymore and that’s fine. Some people aren’t made to be together and it is fine.

It actually isn’t fine, not at all, but you’ll learn how to live with it. You’re just happy to know he’ll live his life to the fullest now, after burying his past with you. 

Lucky you driving has calming effects on you, so you play your sad girl vibe playlist and drive back to your place, as tears rolled down your cheeks.

© seokjins-luigi, 2023

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GUYSSS!!! I FOUND A BTS JIN DOPPELGANGER!!! HOLY PIZZA!!!

cherry blossom avenue.

❀ genre: angst/fluff; arranged marriage!au; f2l!au;

❀ pairing: jin x reader; 

❀ length: 23.0k;

❀ synopsis: college would’ve been unbearable if it weren’t for your wallowing sessions with your best friend jin over a shared “forever alone” woe, so it really was only a matter of time until the two of you sealed a shoddy promise to betroth the other at the age of 27. perhaps it was only a silly joke to you then, but you should’ve known better nonetheless; because when a wedding invitation arrives five years later down the road with his name signed next to another’s, feelings that were once buried begin to blossom once again.

“Don’t be a homewrecker.”

What was supposed to be a light-hearted tease over your fleeting glimpses in his direction bears much more weight than even reality should have; and unbeknownst to her, even if your friend’s commentary strikes a fear in you, a fear that has some creature eating away at you and a horrifying drop in the twisted pain of your chest, the daunting knowledge of a potential truth behind her words pale in comparison to the anguish brought upon by a familiar face of the past. 

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First Impressions | Seokjin

Summary line: What is the first encounter/interaction with BTS? What were you doing that made them so interested to interact with you?

“Girls, congratulations! Finals are over!” You and your friends all cheered and clinked your drinks before taking a sip. You all put down your glasses and everyone started to chow down on the appetizers. You, of course, multitask between eating and cooking the Korean bbq.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)! That’s BTS! They’re here!” One of your friends excitedly kicked you under the table.

“Ow!” You cried, glaring at your friend and rubbed your shin. She excitedly gestured to your left and you looked over as well. Sure enough, the boys dared to come out in public to eat together. It seemed like such a rare moment so you didn’t want to disturb them, unlike all the other ARMYs in the restaurant.

Many of them are already getting out their notebooks for a signature and all other invasive things. You frowned. It was uncommon for them to eat out like this without any schedule, no Big Hit staff around, no camera crew. It wasn’t fair for them to be bombarded like this, no matter how much the boys wanted to be nice to their fans. Time off was time off; you out of all people wanted to respect that.

“Excuse me.” You walked to the kitchen to find your mother. She was there, with your father, preparing dishes while making sweet little jokes at each other. They were the shining example of your relationship goals.

“Mother, I need you to do something for me…”

“Excuse me everyone! I realize that this is a very exciting moment for all of you, but this is my restaurant. I do not want to see any more harassment to anyone here or else you will be kicked out. Don’t you dare tell your friend’s who’s here. Everyone please go back to your tables and eat. Do not disturb each other and don’t loiter at your table, I still have a business to run. Thank you!” Your mother announced as you slipped quietly behind her, you lowered all the blinds of the restaurant so outsiders couldn’t see in and returned to your table.

Some of your friends had joined the crazy frenzy since you weren’t there to hold them down. You smacked all your friends lightly upside the head when they got back and they sheepishly grinned at you. You shook your head and gave a light smile. You looked around. The restaurant was full of girls at this point but they started to file away.

You glanced at the boys who were thanking your mom. Your mom was talking to them and then gestured at you. They all looked at you and you quickly looked back at your grill, currently passing out the food to your friends. You felt your cheeks and the back of your neck getting hot but you knew it wasn’t from all the grilling. Most of the boys turned back to their food but you still felt a stare and you wouldn’t dare try to find out who it was at this point.

“Jin’s staring at you.” Your friend said loudly across the table to you. Thanks, that’s exactly what you needed. Your bias staring at you? And more surprisingly, there’s food in front of him, and he’s staring at you?! You looked up to your friend, and tried to peripherally look at the boys. Seokjin had already turned back to his table’s own grill. You looked back at your own grill and let out a breath.

Over time, people started to file out, of course the girls did their best to stay but you asked your mom to keep pushing for people to finish their food, pay, and leave. This was normal in this restaurant so it wouldn’t hurt the restaurant by doing so. This time was just a little more rushed than usual.

Being your friends, they had an excuse and stayed as long as possible. You didn’t mind them though, you were biased that way. Besides, without them, you would feel very awkward as the daughter of the restaurant. You could be busy and clean the tables and stuff, but as long as the boys were here, you felt like you couldn’t be as natural as you wanted to be.

It was time of closing. Girls finally gave up since they were restricted from using their phones and couldn’t approach the boys. Now, it was just your friends and the boys. Somehow, they just kept ordering and ordering. You looked at their table and calculated the bill in your head. Sweet Lord Jesus, have mercy on their bill.

You got up from your seat again and went to the back of the counter. You double checked their order, sure enough, it was what you calculated. You shook your head and let out a small laugh. You took the bill and went to the back to see your mom giving your dad a back massage.

“Mother, father. Did you see how much they ordered? Did you see that they cleaned off every single plate?! How do they do that?!” And maintain their figure, nonetheless!

Your father shrugged, “Boys can eat! What do you expect?! It’s not like you eat very little. It’s lucky for us we raised you in a restaurant where we have large stock of food and you learn to cook for yourself.” You pouted at your father’s poke at your appetite, but you knew he was always happy to see you finish your bowl.

You took in a large breath and headed out. You walked up to the boys table and they all stopped what they were doing at looked at you. Your friends looked up as well. They were done and just scattered all over the restaurant like they owned the place as well.

“How are you paying this bill?” You put the bill on the table with a worried look. Jungkook saw the total and did a small water spit take over his plate. You almost laughed but you were even more worried for their wallet at that point.

“Seokjin was the one who told us to come here!” Namjoon pointed out.

“So I’ll pay, no big deal. How much does it cost?” Seokjin picked up the bill.

“It’s the amount of nope!” You cried. You saw his eyes widen and looked back up to you with a sheepish smile. You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh under your breath.

“I can give you a discount, but it won’t help much.” You shrugged.

“Oh, give them a break! They need food! And you love them!” One of your friends cried from the nearby booth. The boys looked back at you and some even raised an eyebrow with a small smile. You made a small head turn to your friend and pursed your lips, “Thanks for that.” You turned back to them.

“I do love you guys. But this is my home. I can’t do this because you are celebrities or I’m biased, I’ve done enough biased things for you guys tonight. Even when GD came here, I didn’t let him off the hook; I gave him a discount though, which is the last thing I’ll offer you guys too.” Jungkook stood up in excitement, “GD was here?!” You smiled, he was such a cute kid. You put your hands on your hips and gave him such a mother-like attitude, “Yeah, at this exact table actually.” Jungkook looked down at the table and grinned and slowly sat back down.

“We will respect that you are firm with your restaurant.” Jin smiled at you and took out his card. He gave it to you and you walked back to the cashier, charging his card with the discount you offered. You looked down at his card as the receipt was printing. You were holding your bias’ card, how many people can say they were given that chance?

You returned the card to Jin and went to your table to start cleaning up the dishes. Your friends were still scattered around.

“I can’t believe you are all still so lazy, even in front of these boys.” You said outloud to your friends. They all bolt up and came straight to the table to start cleaning up. You started laughing so hard, you sat down on your seat as your friends brought all the dirty dishes to the kitchen.

“And that’s how you get others to finally start cleaning.” You looked at the boys and lastly at Jin. He grinned, knowing that you were talking to him. The boys finally left and so did your friends. You were doing the accounting of the day and by Jin’s last receipt, you noticed he’s written a note for you.

Thank you so much for helping us to enjoy our meal in peace and giving a discount. I appreciated you being firm but you were very gentle towards us. The food was great, although pricey, the quality is worth it. I will be back. Next time, I would like to grill you some meat as a thank you. Also, I saw you grill some meat for your friends, I repeated your recipe, it tasted great! Well done!

Namjoon | Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook