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04. the card | snowed in • pjm

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pairing: jimin x reader word count: 1.238 genre: fluff, romance rating: pg15 warnings: none au: single parents trope: neighbours to lovers tags: single dad!jimin, journalist!reader crosspost: ao3

summary: jimin comes up with a really cute way to invite Y/N to jia’s birthday party

A/N: this might not been the greatest chapter but i promise i’m working hard on the upcoming ones. i was a bit insecure about posting it so soon since #3 came out kinda nice, but anyways!!

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The next morning, Jimin and Jia are having breakfast when suddenly the girl shoots her father a question out of the blue.

“Daddy, can miss Y/N and Bo come to my party?”

Jimin had to laugh out loud. It was so cute the way Jia was madly in love with the puppy. Yet deep down he was surprised because this was an unusual request for an almost five-year-old: invite strangers to her birthday party.

“Yes! What a great idea, angel” he agreed, pinching her cheek.

Jia smiled proudly and went back to eating her breakfast.

Jimin turned his thoughts back to the day before, replaying the scene of Y/N drawing with Jia on the living room floor, then teaching the girl how to style Bo and also always making sure everyone was comfortable at all times, constantly offering drinks and food. Made sense for Jia to invite her. The woman was really nice.

“How about you draw something pretty on a card and we can put it in their mailbox? I’ll write the party details inside for you” he suggested.

“Okay!” Jia jumps from her chair, “Let me get my crayons” 

The tenacious small human marched into her bedroom wearing a white tee, dark leggings full of stars, and yellow converse to gather her materials and make this the prettiest card ever.

She came back moments later shaking her box of crayons, excited to begin.

“What should I draw, daddy?”

“You?” Jimin suggested.

“Maybe” Jia replied climbing on the chair, “I don’t know”

Jimin reached for a fresh card on the second drawer of the cabinet and handed it to her, “What if you draw Bo too? Right next to you?”

“Yeah, okay!” she spread her crayons on the table and started drawing right away.

While his daughter drew, Jimin sketched what exactly he was going to write. Should he be funny? Serious? Straight to the point? Descriptive? What if he wrote it like a note? Or as if it was written by Jia? He really doesn't know the best way to invite Y/N. He was also worried that she wouldn't accept because of how uncomfortable it was when Jia's mom came up as a topic in the middle of the conversation yesterday.

“Look, daddy!” the cute voice called Jimin out of his reverie.

“Good job, angel” he grabbed the card to look closer, “I think miss Y/N will like it a lot”

“Really?” Jia’s big eyes showed concern like this wasn’t her best work and perhaps she could do better.

“Absolutely” Jimin winked, handing the card back.

While Jia gave the drawing its final touches, Jimin seized the moment.

“Hey Jia, can ask you something?”

She nodded and he proceeded after clearing his throat.

“Why did you want to invite miss Y/N and Bo to your birthday party?”

Jia didn’t even look up, kept drawing, “Because they’re cool. I like playing with them”

“Right” Jimin said. He forgot how kids don’t overthink things. She simply invited them because she liked them. It was that easy.

“And I want all my friends to see how cute Bo is”

There it was, the real reason.

“Of course you do” he laughed.

Meanwhile, in the apartment next door,  Y/N was struggling with her latest assignment.

“How am I supposed to write about the best vacation spots in Asia if I hadn't had a vacation in three years?” Y/N yelled frustrated at her laptop, white doc page without a single word in it staring back at her, “I wouldn't know!!”

Y/N had accepted the position in the Life & Style section with the promise that in a few months another would open in Entertainment. Maybe it was the frustration of the broken promise by her superiors or a simple lack of inspiration and a very short deadline, but she couldn't write a single sentence without immediately deleting the whole thing. She felt like a fraud for writing about anything other than music.

While his owner was struggling, Bo laid on the couch and occasionally moved his head whenever her tone changed. Y/N was so worried about turning in her assignment on time to the chief editor that the TV became background noise as some important news came on.

Authorities issued severe weather warnings for the Seoul metropolitan area as heavy snow and icy conditions will likely disrupt roads and railways in the upcoming days. The cold weather is expected to last for at least a week.

“Ugh” Y/N grunted, harshly shutting her laptop and startling Bo, “Can’t do this right now. Come on, buddy, let’s go for a walk!”

As soon as the word "walk" was brought up into conversation the dog jumped off the couch and came running and started barking frantically at the uninspired journalist.

"We can't travel but we can take a walk around the block" Y/N opened the locker to get the collar, "Right? It's just as fun" she added with sarcasm.

Bo kept barking and now started running around wiggling his tail.

"Oh boy, I wish I had your energy" she said as she tried to calm him down and fasten his collar, "Would you please sit down?” he did, “Thank you”

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On the way back from their walk, Y/N noticed that there was something in her mailbox. Strange, the bills are paid and I didn't order anything online, she thought to herself. What could it be?

"Oh my god" she giggled as she pulled the piece of thick paper out of the box, "What?" she whispered, completely amazed at the handmade gift. Little did she know it held a more meaningful message inside.

Before opening it she stopped for a sec to notice every detail in the drawing that was in the front. It was Jia and Bo, side by side, in a park. Beautiful sunny day, with lots of colors. Y/N was touched. 

The minute she opened though, her smile grew bigger.

Jia is ecstatic and proud to invite miss Y/N and Bo to her 5th birthday party,  to be held this Saturday, 3pm, at her godfather Kim Seokjin's house.

41 Jangmun-ro 9ga-gil, Yongsan-gu, Seoul

Would you do the honor of gracing us with your presence?

Birthdays were an important milestone and not for a second did it cross Y/N's mind being invited to Jia's. They've only known each other for a couple of days. She was just their neighbor for God's sake. Would it even be appropriate? 

Y/N wondered if Jimin was just trying to be nice so he suggested to his daughter her coming to the party and Jia simply nodded or if he did that on her behalf because of Bo. Y/N sighed. She liked the little girl and saw a lot of herself in her. Maybe that's why the instant connection.

After a few minutes standing in front of the mailbox, reading and rereading the card, Y/N decided that they could at least stop by so that Jia could spend a little time with Bo. It would've been mean not to, right?

“Looks like we have plans, buddy” Y/N looks down to Bo as he instantly replies with a bark, “Yeah we do” she pats him and he barks a couple more times as if he knew what those plans were.

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𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 ❤ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸! 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

05. jia’s birthday party | snowed in • pjm

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pairing: jimin x reader word count: 3.596 genre: fluff, romance rating: pg15 warnings: none au: single parents trope: neighbours to lovers tags: single dad!jimin, journalist!reader crosspost: ao3

summary: at jia’s birthday party y/n meets the whole gang and gets some answers about jimin’s past

A/N: hello there dear reader! it’s been a little while, huh. i'm excited to post this chapter for you. besides being an important one to the story as a whole, i had a lot of fun writing it. i hope it didn't get too angsty :)

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At 3:34 pm Y/N and Bo were in front of Jia's godfather's house. Located on a narrow street and with brick walls in different shades of red and brown, the possible mansion looked big and traditional though with modern elements. Y/N pressed the intercom and waited, facing the fancy black gate in front of her.

Less than a minute later, a tall man with dark lightly brushed back hair welcomed the two guests with a warm smile.

“Hello, welcome!”

“Hi, I’m Y/N” she introduced herself with a shy smile, still feeling out of place.

“I’m Seokjin” he bowed, “And this is?” he asked, kneeling to pet Bo.

“Bo”

“Bo?” Jin looked up, “That’s a very cute name” he added before turning his attention back down, “For a very cute dog.” Bo barked. “Yes, you are very cute. Party hat and all”

The dog relished the compliment and repaid Jin with a few licks, making Y/N laugh and apologize at the same time, “Sorry about that, he really digs the attention”

Jin loved animals so Bo's warm welcome wasn't a problem. Not only the dog but Y/N as well made a good impression on him. Jimin was right, the mysterious neighbor seemed nice.

“Please come in” Jin took a step back to let both guests enter, “Jia is in the backyard and Jimin inside in the kitchen. Pass the front door, make a right and it’ll be down the hall to your left” he explained. “I’ll join in a little bit”

“Thank you” Y/N bowed and proceeded into the house following Jin's instructions.

With each step, she got more impressed. This is a gorgeous house, she thought to herself. Is Jin an architect? Bo, on the other hand, was well behaved and very cute in his little hat. How long would that last was the main question.

Turning left into the kitchen, Y/N recognized Jimin's back as he was finishing decorating a beautiful unicorn cake for Jia by the window.

“Need some help?” she offered in what she hoped would be a soft tone and not a nervous one because God knew her palms were beginning to sweat and she was desperately trying not to let it show.

“Oh hi,” he turned around at the sound of her voice, placing the spatula on the counter, “you came!”

“Of course” she blushed.

Bo made a point of announcing his presence and gave Jimin a bark.

“And Bo too!” he looked down, cleaning his hands on the kitchen cloth, “Hi doggie!”

“Bo is very excited to see Jia” Y/N fixed the party hat, “Seokjin said she’s in the back?”

“Yeah yeah yeah, right through that glassdoor” Jimin pointed out.

“I’ll be right back”

Jimin nodded and watched Y/N walk up to his daughter with Bo right along and a small box in her hands. Before continuing with the cake decorations, he paused for a moment and observed their interaction. Jia's face lit up as she laid eyes on the dog and then her gaze turned curious as Y/N handed her the box.

“Thank you, miss Y/N”

“You are welcome, sweetie” the neighbor caressed the girl's cheek, “Open it!”

As soon as Jia did, her face displayed a very funny confused look, “Oh… what’s this?”

“It’s a photo frame” Y/N kneeled, leveling her eyes with Jia’s, “I thought it would be cool to put a picture of you and Bo in there” she lightly tapped the glass, “What do you think?”

Jia nodded frantically, making both Y/N and Jimin back at the kitchen chuckle.

“Let’s do it right now” she got up, “Here, pose beside him” Y/N took the box from Jia's hand and guided Bo to stand next to the girl. “Bo, sit!” she commanded, taking her phone from her back pocket.

Jimin went back to his dad duties and missed Jia putting her left arm over Bo and making a peace sign.

“Big smile, ready? 1, 2, 3!”

Immediately after, Y/N shows the photo to Jia.

“I like it!” she smiles at Bo and gives him a hug, “He looks cute with a hat”

“He insisted on wearing it, you know?” Y/N shrugged, “He wanted to impress the birthday girl” she added with a wink.

Jia’s cheeks turned pink.

“Can we go play now?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

Y/N faked a thinking pose, “Will you take good care of Bo for me?”

“Yes,” Jia put her hands together, “I promise!”

“Alright” Y/N gave her an amused smile before turning on her heels and getting back to the house where she found Jimin waiting for her at the glass door.

“What were you guys talking about out there?” he curiously asked, reaching for her coat.

“Thanks…” she took it off and handed to him, “Party hats”

Jimin rolled his eyes, “Really?”

Y/N laughed at his silly face. “Partially. I gave Jia this” she handed him the box.

“You didn’t have to do that, Y/N” he sweetly stated as he opened the gift.

“I know,” she clasped her hands, “I wanted to” quickly looking down at her feet to avoid the heat from spreading further up her face.

The moment her eyes shifted to Jimin, he too had the same confused expression as Jia a couple of minutes ago, and it was kinda adorable how they looked very much alike.

“It’s to hold this” Y/N whipped her phone to Jimin so he could see the picture she just snapped.

Jimin's expression suddenly morphed into the most winsome smile, “For real?”

“One hundred percent!” Y/N nodded, beaming as she leaned closer and looked at the picture one more time on Jimin’s hands, “Don’t they look adorable together?”

Not realizing how close they actually were, their gaze met as he turned and she looked up. For what seemed like a full minute, both held in their breath, admiring each other's features so up close.

“Th-This is incredible,” Jimin came out of the trance first, taking a step back and awkwardly handing Y/N the phone, “thank you!” he pursed his lips into a smile. “I’ll be sure to find a great spot in our living room”

Y/N didn't say a word, blushing hard and feeling the embarrassment take control of her body as she thought about the small moment she and Jimin just shared. Thank God Seokjin's timing is impeccable and he walked into the kitchen before she could make a fool of herself.

“Why is your hand empty?” Jin looked surprised at Y/N. “Jimin, haven’t I taught you some manners?” he smacked Jimin’s head playfully on his way to the fridge.

“A-ah” Jimin massaged the place he got hit and Jin winked at their lovely guest, “I’m sorry, Y/N. What can I get you to drink?” he added.

“A beer is fine” she said, “Is he always this entertaining?” she looked over the shoulder to Jin then back to Jimin.

“Sure,” Jimin scoffed, “entertaining...”

“You guys have this big brother/little brother dynamic and it’s quite entertaining” she shrugged.

“Yeah, I know, I consider him to be like a brother” Jimin smiled at Jin.

“Hey, your manners are back” Jin said to Jimin, handing Y/N the beer. “Let’s go, Jimin has a cake to finish, let me introduce you around”

After they excused themselves, the first stop was the living room where Namjoon and Yoongi were with their partners talking animatedly about some movie they had watched the night before. The two couples gave Y/N a warm welcome and, thanks to Jin's friendly personality, the conversation flowed very naturally for a few minutes before they moved down to the hallway where Hoseok was arriving with Jungkook.

"Oh hey, guys!" Jin waved.

“Sorry we're late, our Uber got lost” Jungkook apologized.

"This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Hoseok and Jungkook"

"Jimin's neighbor, yes. Hello" Hoseok bowed "It's a pleasure to meet you"

"The pleasure is all mine" Y/N bowed back.

"You have a dog, right?" Jungkook stated, immediately getting elbowed by Jin, "A very cute dog I've heard. I like dogs, that's why I asked" he tried to fix it.

“Yeah, that’s me” Y/N chuckled, “The dog lady”

“He didn’t mean it like that” Jin interjected.

Y/N turned to Jin, “Oh yeah, no no no. I know!”  and then to Jungkook “I was trying to be funny”

The three men sighed in relief, laughing along with Y/N, who by now was slowly dying of embarrassment, thinking she had failed miserably in her attempt to make a witty remark. Time for a quick break, she decided.

“Excuse me, Seokjin,” Y/N began.

“Jin, please” he interrupted.

“Jin” she smiled, “which way is the bathroom?”

“Up the stairs, second door on your right”

“Thank you” Y/N nodded, “Excuse me, everyone”

As soon as Y/N left, the group dispersed and she found herself alone climbing the beautiful L-shaped wooden staircase with a glass railing. On the right-hand wall, several portraits led to the next level. Intrigued by the people in the photos, Y/N took her time looking over each face, and in the second frame, she noticed Jimin and the rest of the gang on a gorgeous beach. Next to him was a pregnant young woman with light brown hair and a big smile.

“That’s Sunny” Jimin’s voice was soft but startled Y/N. She didn’t see him coming down the stairs.

“Huh?” she turned, throat suddenly dry.

“Jia’s mom” he smiled, “Sun-hee. Sunny for friends and family”

Y/N glanced at the picture once again, now paying more attention to the details. Jimin's blue-and-white striped shirt, his wet hair pushed back. Sunny's yellow dress contrasting with her hot pink bikini. Yoongi in an all-black outfit and a cap casting a shadow on his face while hugging his now wife. Jungkook in a white t-shirt and blond hair, very different from the guy she met a moment ago, making a heart with his hands. Hoseok laughing as he tried to pick up the straw hat Jin was wearing. Namjoon and Taehyung crouched in the sand doing a funny pose.

“She’s beautiful!” Y/N said, lost in thought, “Was she pregnant with Jia here?” she pointed.

“Yes” Jimin nodded and stared at the picture. A picture he hadn’t seen in ages and it brought back so many memories. “It was the last vacation before Jia was born. We went to Malta”

“Looks like you guys had a great time there” Y/N said before turning to Jimin, only to find him smiling at Sunny. His expression was both nostalgic and painful. It broke Y/N’s heart.

Feeling the awkward silence growing in a matter of seconds, Y/N decided to justify her intrusion. Even though she was just innocently curious, she somehow felt bad, as if she had no right to have seen the photo. Where was Sunny? Why was she, a stranger, on Jia's birthday while the girl's own mother wasn't?

“I was just on my way to the bathroom,” Y/N pointed over Jimin’s shoulder, “I-I didn’t mean to snoop around...”

“Oh no, it’s okay, please, go ahead” he stepped aside.

Inside the bathroom, Y/N leaned against the door and reflected on how weird the whole situation was. She felt like she was crossing an imaginary line between families, especially between mother and daughter. Y/N was curious about Sunny, but she couldn't allow herself to theorize about it, because she and Jimin were just neighbors. Friends perhaps? Possibly but not likely.

Downstairs the conversation contained a similar topic.

“Y/N is nice, man” said Hoseok “I like her”

“You have a talent to find fun and intelligent women, Jimin” Yoongi crossed his arms “What's up with that?”

Jimin laughed unamused, “My talent to retain them is a whole other story”

“Don’t say that” Namjoon put a hand on his shoulder, “It doesn’t apply to Sunny” and squeezed a little.

“Joon is right, Chim” assured Haneul, Namjoon’s fiancée

Jimin smiled politely and excused himself, “I’m gonna go check on Jia”

Reading the room and knowing his friend, Taehyung jumped in “I’ll go with you” 

As they left, they crossed paths with Jin who was arriving with a plate of appetizers.

“What? What happened? I left for five minutes” he pouted, handing the plate to Hoseok.

“The usual” the younger shrugged, “Jimin is holding himself back because of Sunny”

It weighed heavily on Jin to see Jimin closed off like that. He and Sunny had a wonderful relationship. So much so that it set the tone for the rest of the group. It was actually very odd not to have their dynamics around anymore, but the more time passed, the more worried Jin got. It has already been 3 years. Wasn't it time for Jimin to move on?

Equally concerned was Taehyung, Jimin's best friend since childhood. The two had a very strong and particular bond as if they spoke their own language. Taehyung was by Jimin's side through it all and knew, more than anyone else, what his friend's silence hid.

“I think she likes you” Taehyung began, arm over Jimin’s shoulder.

Jimin stopped walking and looked up at his friend, “What? No…”

“Why would she come then?” Taehyung asked.

Jimin started walking again, “To bring the dog”

“You really believe she came all this way to the suburbs just so your kid could play with her dog?” Taehyung stopped again, now holding his friend by the shoulders.

“Well...” Jimin mumbled, trying to come up with an explanation “Yeah, why not, she knows how much Jia enjoys playing with Bo” he ducked down, getting away from Taehyung’s grip, “plus, we made a card!” he pointed his index finger up, back turned, on his way to the glassdoor.

“Jimin, you’re seriously missing the point” Taehyung followed right behind while rolling his eyes, “Y/N obviously came here to get to know you. It’s an excuse to see you again. The dog is just a way to do that, dummy”

“I don’t know Tae” Jimin turned to face him.

Taehyung noticed the insecurity in his best friend's eyes. What he wished more than anything else was for Jimin not to doubt himself so much and to put his happiness first. If he was unhappy how could he provide a happy life for Jia?

“Promise me you won’t shut her down immediately?” he tilted his head, a small smirk forming on the corner of his mouth, “Let her get to know you. You’re an awesome person Mr. Park” he reached his hand out as a formal gesture, an inside joke between him and Jimin.

Jimin understood and smiled back, taking his hand “Thank you, Mr. Kim”

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After two hours of talking, drinking, getting to know each other, and playing around with the kids, Y/N finally felt at ease and in some way even part of the group. Jimin's friends were fun, Jia's cute personality made her laugh out loud, and the way she would sometimes catch Jimin’s looking over at her made her stomach do somersaults. 

Although this was dangerous territory, she allowed herself to admit she had a harmless crush on her neighbor. It's been a while since she met someone interesting. Also, he didn't need to know. It would go away eventually.

Noticing from afar Bo lying down and panting with his tongue out, Y/N decides to go over to the backyard and give him some water. The poor dog was surely exhausted from playing this much.

“I’ll be right back” Y/N excused herself before heading out to the backyard with a bottle of water. 

“Bo” she called, “Come here buddy”

The dog strutted over to his owner. 

“Thirsty?” she asked, pouring the water in a paper bowl she grabbed over the snack table.

Not even a minute later Jia came running, “I wanna drink something too”

“Sure, wait here” Y/N smiled, quickly fixing the girl’s bangs.

While Jia petted Bo, Y/N ran into the house and grabbed a new bottle of water from the kitchen counter. Just as she was passing through the doorway, Jimin noticed she had no coat on.

“Hey, Y/N, your coat!” 

“It’s fine,” she waved him off with a smile, “it’ll be quick”

Jimin didn't even have time to argue so he simply craned his neck to follow the lovely woman as she opened the bottle of water and handed it to his daughter. It was sweet how she looked after her. She didn’t have to.

“It’s getting colder,” Jimin looked up,  “maybe I should get the kids inside” he muttered to himself, noticing some dark clouds beginning to form in the sky.

Yoongi was nearby fixing a cheese board and let out a laugh, “They have their coats on and won’t stop running around. They’re warm enough, man.” 

As Y/N made her way over to the house, Yoongi’s daughter Ari, and Jia walked off holding each other’s hand while the other kids fetched a ball to Bo. They were all fine, nothing to worry about. Jimin let a breath out.

Back in the living room, Y/N sits on the couch beside Taehyung.

“My God, you’re freezing” he notices, a bit shocked “Hobi, hand me that blanket over there please?”

Hoseok reaches for the piece of fabric laying at the end of the couch and gives it to Tae.

“No, I’m good” Y/N politely declines, hugging herself.

Taehyung wraps the blanket around Y/N and Jimin notices the gesture as he approaches the group with some snacks, Yoongi right behind him. His best friend's action made Jimin uncomfortable. Not necessarily jealous but definitely feeling a bit inadequate.

“Well, just in case” Taehyung’s reiterated with his signature box smile.

“Thanks” Y/N replied shyly lower just for him before speaking directly to everyone around, “All of you are so nice! Thank you for making me feel so welcomed here. I don’t have many friends in town so it’s a nice change of pace for me” 

“Oh, you’re not from here?” Jungkook asked surprised.

“No, I’m from a small town down south” Y/N turned her head towards him, “I came here in June for work”

“Oh” Siwoo, Yoongi’s wife added, “What do you do?”

“I’m a journalist for the Korea Herald”

As soon as the information left Y/N’s lips, the entire group reacted with excitement and surprise, commenting with each other how impressive it was to know someone so intelligent.

“Cool! It’s my favorite newspaper” Namjoon clinked his beer with hers.

Y/N laughed and took a sip, “Thanks!”

Suddenly Jia appears and hugs Jimin's leg, making him almost lose his balance.

“Daddy, can we eat my cake now?”

“First you gotta blow out the candles” Jin said, surprising the little girl from behind with a tickle attack.

“Okay okay” Jia giggles, “I will” she promises, laughing out loud, “Stop it, stop it”

The connection between Jin and Jia was adorable and went beyond godfather and goddaughter, it was like they were siblings in a past life. Jimin was amazed and grateful that Jin was like a second father to his daughter.

And just like that, the adults started to organize everything, call the kids and get ready to sing happy birthday to Jia. From the back of the living room, Y/N watched with marveled eyes the love, unity, and affection that everyone there had for each other. She always craved a big family, a large group of friends, however, none of that came to fruition. She saw in Jia the child she wished she had been. 

After everyone ate the cake, took pictures — Bo included! — and things calmed down, Y/N decided it was time to leave.

“Hi” she approached Jimin while he organized Jia’s presents in a neat pile in the foyer.

“Hey!” he turned, “I’m sorry, I was the worst host today”

“No no, don’t worry” Y/N smiled waving her hands, “You’re running for dad of the year, remember? Your attention lies somewhere else” she reassured him, “Your friends are the best and I had fun”

“Thank you for coming” Jimin ran his hand through his hair, not knowing exactly what to do or say, “I’m sure Jia is thankful too”

“She’s biased to Bo, you know that right?” Y/N poked fun.

“I do” he laughed covering his mouth.

There it was, happening again, a moment between the two of them. Both could feel it but not act on it. Understanding what was happening was one thing, defining it was another. Jimin had his walls up and Y/N was slowly tearing her own down. It was only a few seconds but there was so much left unsaid there.

“Thanks for having me” she bowed, truly thankful for being invited, “Come on Bo, let’s go”

As Jimin bowed back and watched Y/N leave, he felt his heart ache a little. He also felt disappointed in himself for not being able to say anything other than 'thank you'. Taehyung's voice echoed in the back of his mind, Promise me you won’t shut her down immediately? That's exactly what he was doing, wasn't it? Not giving an answer is an answer in itself, right? Let her get to know you the voice echoed again.

“Let her get to know you” he whispered, closing the door.

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𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 ❤ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸! 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

06. the snowstorm | snowed in • pjm

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pairing: jimin x reader word count: 5.642 genre: fluff, romance rating: pg15 warnings: cursing (once), angst (i’m sorry i can’t help it) au: single parents trope: neighbours to lovers tags: single dad!jimin, journalist!reader crosspost: ao3

summary: stuck at home due to bad weather, Jimin and Y/N are forced to face a frightening and unexpected situation. will it bring them closer together or break them up for good?

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Sunday started off rough for Y/N. She woke up feeling terrible, as if a truck had run her over and then backed it up. An unbearable headache made her open her eyes at 11am. Wow, I slept that much? she thought as soon as she saw her phone screen. In fact, that was the worst decision ever, because the light was so bright it immediately caused a twinge of pain.

The moment she tried to sit up, Y/N felt the first shiver and found it a little strange. She was partially covered with a good comforter, the temperature in the apartment was 70ºF as usual and no windows were apparently open. It didn't make sense, did it?

When she finally managed to get up, she peeked out the window and everything was white. The street, the sidewalk, the trees, the window sill. In Y/N's hometown, it didn't usually snow this much. She doubts she had ever seen a storm up close, and while it would make a great photo for Instagram later, it was totally impractical to leave the house, let alone while feeling this sick.

Deep down, Y/N didn't want to admit that she was unwell. She hadn't had the flu in years. Not even a cold! Nothing. And oh my god, how was she supposed to work this week? These symptoms had to go, she didn't want to ask for a day off. But anyway, that was a problem for later. Let Monday's Y/N deal with it.

After making a cup of tea, Y/N checked the living room window and, to her not-so-great surprise, it began to snow again. Very hard actually. Bo made sure to be close by, sensing Y/N wasn't feeling 100%.

After a few minutes of sitting on the couch, holding the hot cup tightly between her hands, Y/N notified the dog, “I'm going to order some medicine and food online. Do you need anything?”

Bo tilted his head and wagged his tail.

“I don't have time to wait for you to think, Bo” she petted his head, “The storm is getting worse”

Where is my phone? she wondered, patting her sweatshirt pocket and then the couch over the blanket. Bo thought she was trying to play with him and started to jump and bark all happy.

“No, silly! The phone” she chuckled, “I want my phone. Have you seen it?”

Bo got off the couch, went into the kitchen, and barked a few times at the counter.

“Good boy!” Y/N stood up, feeling even heavier than before and a slight dizziness quickly threw her off balance as she took her first step and bumped into the coffee table. 

Bo barked again. He wanted to help.

“I'm fine, Bo” she assured, going towards him, finally confident in her own steps.

“Let's see... delivery app, delivery app” she scrolled through her phone, “Here! Wait, unavailable? What do you mean, unavailable? This is important”

Frustrated with the deliveries being suspended due to the storm, Y/N decides to finish her tea and take a bath to relax. In a few hours she would try again. Surely the weather would have improved by then and deliveries restored.

“Maybe I should eat something first, right?” she looked down and Bo groaned, “Of course, you too”

Y/N filled Bo's bowl with some food and proceeded to warm up what was left of the budae jjigae she made on Friday. She wasn't hungry, but she figured the headache might improve a bit with a full stomach.

While inside the tub a few minutes later, Y/N wondered if it would be best to go to a hospital. The bath as great as it was didn't help as much and she began feeling extremely sleepy, which was weird because she got up an hour ago.

The bath was nice and she felt her muscles relax thanks to the water's temperature, but the aching in her body didn't subside. Her head was no longer throbbing, yet she still had intense pain all over it. She knew the moment she stepped outside the bathtub everything would be back to what it was. 

“This sucks!” she mumbled.

Bo watched Y/N carefully finish her bath, change and tuck herself under the covers once again. Concerned for his owner, he lay down pretty close as she fell asleep cuddling him.

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After lunch, Jimin and Jia were sitting on the couch watching some animation on Netflix. He, distracted by his own thoughts. She, almost falling asleep. Suddenly, Jimin remembered the gift that Y/N had given Jia. Where did he put it? Here in the living room? Her bedroom? He couldn't remember exactly.

Getting up slowly so as not to startle his daughter, he began his search for the yellow box with the white bow. 

Jia loved yellow, and it was these kinds of details that touched Jimin's heart. How had Y/N noticed this? He doesn't remember Jia mentioning it during their play date. Funny how a stranger could be this mindful about random things, especially regarding a kid that's not even her own. It didn't make the slightest sense to Jimin but he found the gesture (among others she had shown at the party) very meaningful, making him appreciate this new friendship even more.

And there it was! Sitting on top of Jia’s tea table. Jimin opened the box and found the small white frame with a smooth texture that mimicked marble. As soon as he held it, the memory of Y/N explaining what it was came flooding in.

“It’s to hold this” Y/N whipped her phone to show a picture of Bo and Jia hugging in the backyard, “Don’t they look adorable together?”

Yes, they were incredibly adorable, but what surprised Jimin the most was how he felt when Y/N came to show him the picture, all giddy. She was standing so close that he could smell the scent of her shampoo, see the glow in her eye and her rosy cheeks. She was breathtaking. Although the second he realized he was staring too hard, he handed the device back and took a step back, secretly praying she wouldn’t notice or think of him as creepy.

There was something about her, beyond the nice attitude, perhaps to do with personality or character. Y/N was winning Jimin over day by day simply because of the energy she radiated. It was inexplicable, and to other people it might even sound like he was exaggerating, but Jimin felt that he could trust her. It's been so long since he trusted someone too by the way. It would be really nice to have that bond again. If he only let her get to know him.

Jimin reached for the phone in his pocket, started to look for his neighbor’s name among the contacts, and soon realized that he didn't have it. Of course he didn't! He never asked. You are so dumb, he thought.

Nevermind, this is a quick fix. There's a snowstorm, Y/N is definitely in her apartment — where could she possibly be in this crazy weather? — so Jimin is going to knock on her door and very casually ask for her number. Not a big deal at all. He got this.

Leaving the frame on top of the TV cabinet, Jimin noticed Jia in a deep sleep, making this the perfect time to go over to the apartment next door.

He knocked once. No response.

He checked his phone. 12:43pm.

He knocked again. Nothing. Not even Bo barked. Weird.

“I’ll come back later” he said.

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Around 5pm Jimin decides to try knocking one more time.

“Jia, I’ll be right back” he said to the girl sitting on the floor with a coloring book and a few dolls, “I’m going over to miss Y/N’s house. Our door will be open but stay inside, okay?”

“Okay”

When he gets to his neighbor's doormat he decides to knock a bit harder, just to make sure. And would you look at that? It worked! Jimin immediately heard Bo barking and rushing towards him. A few seconds go by and Y/N has yet to open the door. Bo barks one more time and starts scratching the door trying to get Jimin’s attention.

A voice inside Jimin’s head said ‘Maybe she’s in the shower or sleeping’ which might be true, yet he started to get this unsettling feeling in his gut. Something seemed off because usually before Bo barks a third time Y/N is already at the door.

“Hey doggie, it’s me!” he greeted, trying to turn the knob but the door was locked. 

Jimin tried to think fast. What’s next? Spare key!

“She must have one” Jimin squatted and lifted the mat, “Oh, come on! She doesn’t?” He then moved his search to a nearby vase, “Please be here” but it wasn’t there and he increasingly got more nervous.

“I’ll be right back” he promised Bo. The dog whined in reply.

“Daddy, I'm hungry” Jia complained as Jimin walked in and closed the door.

“Alright, angel. Let me see what we have here” he opened the fridge and looked through the shelves, “How about a sandwich?”

“Yes, please”

While getting everything ready he decided to call the building manager and tell him what was going on. Was it possible that Y/N had gone out for a few hours? Yes. Was it possible that something had happened to her? Also yes. He preferred to err on the side of excess.

“Hello, Mr. Yoo. This is Jimin in 30B” Jimin placed the phone between his ear and his shoulder to prepare Jia’s sandwich.

“Good evening, Mr. Park” the older man answered, “How are you doing?”

“Yes, I'm doing good, thank you”

“Horrible storm, huh? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I know, this storm took us by surprise” he commented, spreading some strawberry jelly to a slice of bread, “Well, the reason I'm calling is because I'm worried about my neighbor in 30A” he spread cream cheese onto the other. 

“The new girl? What's her name again? Uh... Y/LN?”

“Yes, Miss Y/LN” Jimin almost dropped his phone, “She hasn't answered the door in a few hours” he whispered, turning away from the living room.

“Well Mr. Park, maybe she's out of town or traveling and you're worrying too much”

“I know but she wouldn't leave her dog alone for so many hours. I'm thinking that something might have happened” he looked over his shoulder, Jia was coming in his direction.

“Oh, yes, I see,” the building manager noted, “and how can I help you?”

Jimin handed Jia the plate and went to this office for a little more privacy.

“I would like you to open the door using the extra key to the building”

“Open the door?” Mr. Yoo slightly gasped.

“Yes”

“I don't know, Mr. Park, maybe we should call the police? Korea has strict rules about privacy”

“I understand that but you don't have to come in, Mr. Yoo” Jimin pleaded, “This secret can stay between us” he added with a subtle smirk.

The man took a few seconds before replying. “Will you take responsibility?”

“Absolutely” Jimin reiterated, “Just open the door and go, I'll take care of the rest”

“Okay, I'm coming down. Wait for me”

Jimin raised his hands as a sign of relief, “Thank you, Mr. Yoo”

“Yes, yes” he huffed.

A few minutes later the elderly man knocked on Jimin's door with a not very friendly expression and hinted he was ready to do the favor. Jia this time joined her dad as he carried her attached to his hip.

The moment Mr. Yoo opened the door, he turned around and walked away, taking Jimin’s word for it. Meanwhile, Bo couldn't hide his own relief from seeing other people so he jumped super high licking father and daughter.

“Why don’t you sit by the TV and play with Bo while I check on miss Y/N, huh?” Jimin put Jia down.

“Okaaay” she smiled, trying to act funny.

Jimin’s heartbeat was at a frantic pace. With every step he took down the hall, the more anxious he felt because he got transported back to that day when Jia had disappeared while playing hide and seek, which is a little ironic since that's how he met Y/N.

Bathroom? No.

Room on the right? Not there either.

Room on the left? Ding, ding, ding.

“Shit” he ran to the side of the bed.

Now closer, he saw that Y/N was sleeping and a part of him relaxed, making him instinctively reach out and try to caress her. Before he could even regret such an intimate gesture and withdraw his arm, he felt her skin on fire.

“No, no, no” he begged, moving his hand over her forehead, “You’re burning up. This is bad”

Okay, focus Jimin. Y/N needs you. Come on!

On the way to the living room, he stops by the bathroom and grabs some towels from the cupboard under the sink. No fever medicine on sight, let alone a first-aid box. Great.

“Jia, I'm going to need your help” he stated, using a soft but firm tone.

The girl raised her head and immediately went to her father in the kitchen, where he was waiting for her with a chair in front of the sink.

“Come here” he lifted her up, placing her on her feet in front of the faucet, “Wet these towels for me please, okay?” he pointed to two white pairs next to the drying rack.

“What’s going on, dad? Where is miss Y/N?”

“She is sleeping in her bedroom but she needs our help” Jimin gives a faint smile to Jia, not knowing exactly how to explain the situation without scaring her, “She has a fever. Remember when you had a fever a few months ago?”

“Yes” she nodded.

“It’s the same thing” he pinched her nose, “What we need to do right now is put wet towels on her body so she can feel less hot”

Jia hummed in agreement and looked around confused, “But is she going to be okay?”

“Yes, angel” Jimin kissed her the top of her head, “While you wet the towels I’ll look for some medicine”

Jia agrees and turns on the tap.

Jimin started to thoroughly search the kitchen and found nothing but food and utensils. He moved on to the rest of the house, desperately rummaging through all the drawers, cabinets, and bookshelves. No luck. She had zero medicine, but he certainly did. 

Jimin tried to pull from his memory the image of his medicine box and guessed that he had some options that may be able to help. Considering all the current possibilities, they couldn't leave the building and they couldn't order online, leaving them with calling emergency services, and although Y/N was pretty hot, she didn't seem to be at that stage yet.

“I’m done, daddy!” Jia shouted.

Jimin enters the kitchen to help her down the chair, “That’s my girl, thank you Jia” 

Jia watches her father twist the towels, waiting intently for his next instructions with Bo by her side. The dog spent the last few minutes going back and forth between her and Y/N as if he wanted them to know he was there to help and protect.

Bo climbs on the bed and lies down next to Y/N, snout resting on her arm, eyes sad but very alert. Jia decides to sit on the edge and watch her father doing the work, which consisted of applying a smaller towel to Y/N’s forehead and a larger one between her neck and chest.

“Jia, do you mind looking after miss Y/N and Bo for a little bit? I need to go home and bring some medicine for her” Jimin asked, wondering if Jia is feeling scared about this whole thing.

Jia nods, “Sure!” and moves up the bed, sitting next to Bo to pet him gently. The poor dog needed some sort of comfort as well.

“I won’t be long, promise” Jimin cups Jia’s cheeks.

Back in his apartment, Jimin went straight to his master suite and gathered as many cold, fever, and pain pills as he could. He then spread them out on the bed to check them one by one, quickly coming to the conclusion that he had more children's meds than adult ones, so he made a mental note about preparing better for such occasions. What if he got sick? Jia couldn't go out to buy it, could she? He had to think of all the scenarios, but he was a teeny bit afraid to think of extreme situations.

“Good job” he cooed a couple minutes later entering Y/N’s room, “Thank you, Jia! Wanna go watch some TV with Bo while I take care of miss Y/N?”

The girl shook her head, “No, I wanna help” 

Jimin put a couple of bottles of medicine on the bedside table and kneeled next to her, “I think you did everything you could, angel”

Even at her young age, Jia already showed herself to be a caring, empathetic person who knew how to follow rules. Jimin was so proud!

“I’m gonna give her the medicine and meet you in the living room in a little bit. Sounds good?”

“Yeah but Bo and I can stay”

She is so cute! he smiled to himself.

“I know, I’ll take it from here though, thank you”

“Okay” Jia jumped off the bed, “Let’s go, Bo!”

The dog followed with no hesitation and Jimin walked around to the other side to double-check the towels. Damn, they are still warm. Y/N needs to wake up so she can take the medicine in order to bring the fever down — he didn't even need a thermometer to know that she was close to 100 degrees.

“Y/N?” Jimin squeezed her hand, “Y/N, it’s Jimin”

She didn’t move.

He squeezed again, this time his thumb gently rubbing her knuckles, “Y/N?”

Finally a grunt! Thank God, he closed his eyes in relief.

“That’s it…” Jimin then removed the towels with his free hand, putting them on the floor, “Can you hear me?” he wiped her face with a fresh dry one.

Y/N grunts louder, trying to move.

“I’ll take that as a yes” he reached for the Tylenol, “You have a fever, okay? I need you to open your mouth a little bit for me”

“What?” she mumbled.

“Open your mouth, Y/N”

Y/N was very drowsy, like she had taken some heavy sleeping pills. She felt unbelievably tired and didn't understand what was happening or where she was. Opening her mouth was a struggle. Her eyes though? Even more so.

As soon as Jimin sprinkled a few drops of the remedy, Y/N's immediate reaction was to make a hilarious disgusted expression.

“Why are you making that face? It’s Tylenol for kids” he giggled, still worried, “Supposedly tastes like strawberry”

“What time is it?” Y/N's voice was hoarse. If only Jimin knew the amount of effort she had made to get her voice out with a dry throat.

“5:34”

She muttered something back.

“Sorry, what?”

“I-I’m sleepy”

“It’s the fever” he tucked her in, just like he used to do with Jia every night, “I’m changing your towels and then be back to check on you. Rest”

In the kitchen, clutching the towels tightly between his hands, Jimin took a moment to control his shaky breathing. He didn't want to lose his composure in front of his daughter but she seemed to be handling this situation better than he was. 

Y/N would be okay. They were all okay. It was just a scare. If everything kept going well, in the next few hours the medicine would kick in...he just had to wait. He hated to wait. Waiting usually meant bad news. 

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“Jia, the ramen is ready!” Jimin called, placing the hot pot on the table, “Be careful”

Once he changed Y/N’s towels and tidied up the bedroom, Jimin played with Jia for a while and headed to the kitchen to cook dinner. Ramen seemed like an easy and fast choice.

“Bo is hungry too, dad” she climbed on the chair.

The dog sat and stared at Jimin, patiently waiting with his tongue out.

“Oh, right” Jimin turned to look for the bowl of food he prepared minutes before, placing next to Jia's chair, “And that’s for you buddy”

“Listen angel,” Jimin began, serving her a portion, “I think we might need to stay overnight to keep a close look on miss Y/N. Is that okay with you?”

Jia nodded, “Can I sleep with Bo?”

“Yes” Jimin chuckled, handing her the ramen, “I’m gonna get your stuff and be right back. Be sure to finish your plate” 

Jimin glanced down at Bo, hands on his hips, “You too!”

Jia was almost done eating when Y/N finally awakened in her room, feeling better but still a little disoriented. The drowsiness had worn off, thankfully. 

Once Y/N sat up and noticed it was 8:22 pm she got startled. On her bedside table there were some meds, water, and the humidifier on. A quick flashback indicated that Jimin had been around, but maybe she dreamt the whole thing because Jimin couldn't get into her apartment, it didn't make sense. 

Wait, where's Bo?

“Bo?” she called him, “Bo, where are you?”

The dog came running in, happy to hear his owner’s voice and jumped on the bed licking Y/N's face.

“Hi! Hello!”

“Miss Y/N?”

Surprised to hear a child's voice, Y/N stopped playing with Bo and looked in the direction the sound was coming from.

“Jia?”

The little girl was by the door and stepped timidly into the bedroom, “You slept a lot today. Daddy said you had a fever”

“Oh, he did?” Y/N realized she hadn’t dreamed after all, Jimin was in fact here taking care of her. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that just yet.

“I had one too” Jia approached the bed, “But he took care of me and now we are taking care of you”

Y/N was overwhelmed and grateful. She gave Jia a genuine smile as she tapped the mattress twice, inviting the girl to sit next to her.

“Dad, me, and Bo too!” she climbs on the bed.

“Thank you so much, sweetie” Y/N strokes Jia’s hair, playing with her bangs and leaving a pop on the nose, “And you too Mr. Bo, thank you” she planted a kiss on the dog’s head.

“Where is your dad?”

“He went home to get some stuff” Jia said before hearing the front door being closed, “He’s here!” she hopped off the bed and ran to the living room.

“Dad, dad, dad… miss Y/N is awake!!” she grabbed Jimin’s hand and started pulling, “Come, quick!”

He didn't even have time to unload what he brought, because before he knew it his daughter had dragged him into the bedroom. Y/N was sitting on the bed with a confused look and rosy cheeks, trying to fix her hair.

“Hi” she said.

Jimin smiled back relieved, “Hi”

They looked into each other's eyes for what felt like minutes, not knowing what to say next. 

Y/N couldn’t believe Jimin was in front of her and did all of this to make sure she was okay.

Jimin, who for the past few hours could only think of the worst scenario possible, upon seeing Y/N awake and smiling felt something inside his chest expand.

Without breaking eye contact with Y/N, Jimin handed his daughter's backpack, “Jia, take your things to the guest room, please”

“Okay,” she hugged the backpack and looked back, "come Bo. I need help.” The dog promptly followed her.

“They’re best friends already” Y/N giggled.

Jimin didn't even hear what Y/N said, he was lost in his own thoughts, thankful to see her able to speak whole sentences. She didn't seem to be feeling any pain, the smile on her face, though faint, showed that everything would be okay.

Unlike a few hours ago, Y/N was now awake, alert, and appearing healthier. Jimin thought she looked good even under the weather; eyes still a little swollen from sleeping, hair in waves framing her face. Y/N was effortlessly beautiful.

“How are you feeling?” he sat beside her, instinctively putting his hand on her forehead to check the temperature.

Jimin's touch was warm and inviting, delicate and firm at the same time. When their skins met, Y/N felt small shock waves invade her body, running through every inch as goosebumps. She slowly looked up at his hand, and then into his eyes, making sure that this was not another fever hallucination, “I’m fine”

Jimin moved his hand to Y/N's cheek, closely watching her face for any sign of discomfort, feeling that her soft skin under his palm was now no longer as warm as before.

“The fever is coming down” he said in a whisper.

Jimin's voice was like honey and Y/N surrendered to the sensation of having him so near, quickly closing her eyes to enjoy his touch; his fingers tangled in her hair, his thumb lightly brushing her temple.

“I’m feeling a bit weird” she said, not knowing if she was starting to get hungry or was the medicine losing its effects.

Jimin thought she said that because of how he was touching her so he pulled his hand back and blushed, cursing himself for being too bold.

Y/N opened her eyes, feeling unexpectedly cold without his touch. Maybe it was another hallucination.

“How long have I slept?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I’ve only been here for a few hours” Jimin pursed his lips, “What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Taking a bath around noon and eating some soup”

Oh my god, noon? Jimin was stunned. Y/N needed help much sooner than he imagined. He shouldn't have waited until 5 to go back, he should have been suspicious the first time he knocked on the door. His gut told him that something was wrong and it was! How could he be so stupid and ignore it? 

Y/N could tell by the way Jimin stiffened his posture and looked away that he was mulling things over. She felt bad for worrying him so much.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Y/N smiled, “I’m okay Jimin”

“Right…” he replied, still going over scenarios in his head.

“Thanks to you”

Y/N emphasis on the last word made him look up.

“I mean it” she continued, “I don’t know how you got into my apartment but I’m so glad you did. I knew something was wrong but I couldn’t have guessed that I was getting into this feverous stage where I could barely stay awake” she chuckled, “I didn’t have any medicine and with the snowstorm I couldn’t go out and neither the delivery guy could come in”

Jimin’s doe eyes were full of worry, “You could have knocked on my door” 

“I realize that now but at the time I thought ‘oh, I'm just gonna lie down for a little while and wait for it to go away, maybe it's nothing’ but it obviously wasn’t nothing” Y/N looked down, again embarrassed for worrying him so much. 

When he didn’t reply, Y/N understood it as a sign that he was upset so she soon engaged in an apology.

“I’m sorry if I worried you” she reached for his hand, “That’s the last thing I wanted. I’m so used to being on my own that I seem to forget I can count on people for help”

Jimin squeezed her hand, “You can…” and paused to smile, “You absolutely can. You’re not alone”

Y/N nodded, cherishing Jimin's warmth once again. But before the heat could rise to her cheeks, the young woman decided to change the subject.

“I reeeeally need something to eat. But first I need a shower and fresh clothes” she announced, already moving to get out of bed.

“Whoa, slow down” Jimin got up, “Easy” he reached out his right arm to Y/N, “Let me help you”

“Jimin, I’m not invalid you know?” she pouted cutely.

“You look exactly like Jia when she says she’s old enough to do something”

Y/N accepted his help and held onto his arm as she stood up, “I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you very much” 

Jimin laughed out loud.

“See? Much better when teeth are showing!”

“What?” he muttered, watching Y/N fix her hair in a ponytail.

“I like it better when you smile” she replied, “You looked so serious before”

“Oh, it’s just that I couldn’t help but replay the image of finding you here. That’s all”

“I’m really sorry” Y/N bit her lip.

“Don’t!” Jimin smiled again, “Look, see? I’m smiling!” he pointed at himself, trying to be funny, “Not worried anymore”

“Perfect” she chuckled and patted his shoulder, “Now if you’ll excuse me…”

“Right, yeah” Jimin headed for the door, “If you need anything, shout” he added, to which Y/N replied with a smile and a nod before disappearing into the bathroom.

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Following her long-needed shower, Y/N went to the kitchen and found Jimin grilling some stake while Jia slept peacefully on the couch with Bo.

"Smells so good in here!" she sat on the island stool.

"I'm almost done with the hanwoo beef" Jimin said, "There's ramen over there. I heated up for you" he pointed to the dinner table.

"Oh wow, you really didn't have to, thank you"

Jimin turned around with a shy smile on his face and assembled Y/N's plate, adding the beautiful piece of meat, followed by some vegetables and a tiny side bowl of kimchi.

“Here you go”

“Thank you for the meal” Y/N bowed her head and grabbed the plate to move to the table, but while she did that she realized Jimin had no plate of his own. “Wait, what about you?”

"First I'm going to take Jia to the guest room” he handed her the chopsticks, “I'll be right back. Eat before it gets cold”

Now that Y/N wasn't delirious because of the fever or high on her meds she wondered what this whole day meant. Were she and Jimin friends? Just good neighbors? Neighbors wouldn't do what he did for her, right? What she was absolutely sure of was that the crush she had on Jimin had grown into real feelings, and as much as she wanted to act on it, she didn't quite know how to verbalize it to him. Y/N felt guilty, once again, for liking a stranger so soon, whose marital status was still unknown.

"It's delicious, Jimin, thank you so much" she complimented him as soon as he walked back into the kitchen.

"I don't want to brag, but it's kind of my specialty" he joked, assembling a plate for himself.

“I can see why” she took another bite.

Jimin was glad to see Y/N eating with such an appetite, and in the silent minutes that followed as the two of them ate, he wondered if she was genuinely feeling better, if she needed anything else, or if she would mind him and Jia spending the night. 

Maybe tomorrow he could try to talk to her about everything. About the party, about today… about himself, because he knew his situation was very confusing and Y/N was trying hard to be respectful of his privacy, so she ultimately deserved clear answers.

Jimin got up first to put the plate in the sink and Y/N came in right behind, already eager to do the dishes as 'thank you'.

“No no no” he gently pushed her away from the sink, “Go back” he waved his hand and Y/N took two steps back, “Yes, thank you, reverse, moonwalk”

Y/N laughed. Again. Recently, all she did was laugh. Jimin made her happy. His sense of humor was witty and she often thought of what to say to him to make him feel the same way. She wanted to make him truly laugh because something inside her said that Jimin needed it. But before she could do that, she had to put an end to the uncertainty once and for all. 

“Listen, I wanna ask you something but I don’t how to”

Jimin turned his head, still washing the dishes, “Pretend I’m a child and do it in the simplest way possible” he smiled and turned back to his chore, “That’s what I try to do with Jia at least”

“Okay...hm…” Y/N paused and studied her following words because not only she wouldn't be able to take them back, the answer itself would change everything. 

“Are you married?”

Jimin stopped washing the dishes immediately, the only noise that could be heard in the kitchen was the faucet running. 

Y/N gulped.

This is not how he was planning on telling her about Sunny, but he couldn't run away from the truth; it's definitely strange for a man to raise a little girl alone, without a mother around so of course Y/N had questions.

Jimin sighed. Today, tomorrow, next week. What’s the difference?

“No” he started washing the dishes again, “I’m a widower”

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A/N: hello dear reader! tkysm for reading chapter 6, i hope you liked it. it was a challenge to write, but i am very thrilled with the result  ❤️ unfortunately due to personal reasons, i will be putting this story on hiatus for a little while. i hope you understand and wait for me. with love, bella xx

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𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 ❤ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸! 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

Piece of You | jjk

After three months of pining over the cute delivery boy, as well as ordering a questionable amount of pizza, you decide to finally shoot your shot with him by slipping him your number during one of his deliveries. When Jungkook actually takes you up on your offer and calls you on a Friday night to see if you have plans, you’re quick to invite him over. Seeing the blonde haired beauty at your door with pizza and beer in hand makes you think maybe you’re in for something a little extra tonight, and that for once it won’t just be the cheese on the pizza.

🍕 Pairing: pizzadeliveryboy!jungkook x reader

🍕 Word Count: 6.1k

🍕 Genre: Smut, fluff, humor

🍕 Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, lots of flirting and teasing (these two live to banter even during sex oops), blonde JK, blonde JK in his denim Telepathy outfit, appreciation of JK’s tattoos, dirty talk, somewhat dom JK at times, making out, biting/marking, grinding and groping over clothes, oral (m receiving), big dick JK, face fucking, deepthroating, fingering, cum eating, mentions of oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, protected sex, aftercare, these two have fat crushes on each other and are low key soft for each other

A/N: I’m someone who has to write when the inspiration strikes and blonde JK has had me pressed for far too long. I think the Telepathy performance was really a tipping point for me lmao. I also tend to work on multiple projects at once so I am still writing the prologue for Potent Pink (pjm), and I hope to have it done and ready to post soon so please be patient for a little bit longer I promise it’s still coming! Thank you as always for taking the time to read if you do, any and all support means the world 🥰 I hope you enjoy this little drabble about Kook as your favorite delivery boy 🍕

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Never did you ever see yourself as someone who would say they had come to hate pizza, but in the past three months you had so much from your favorite place that even the thought of the food made your stomach hurt. And yet, you continued to order it because it was the only way you could see him. Your favorite cute blonde delivery boy with a bunny like grin who always made you laugh. Jeon Jungkook. 

It had pretty much been crush at first sight, and your feelings had only grown in intensity as Jungkook’s pizza deliveries became a weekly event. Sometimes even more than once a week… Your order was always the same, just classic extra cheese, and Jungkook loved to give you shit for it every time. He would always say that you were missing out on so many other flavors and that you should really broaden your pizza topping choices. The two of you constantly flirted back and forth, but that was all it ever seemed to be. Although, he had gotten an irritated phone call from his coworkers a few times for spending too long talking to you on his deliveries. You were always happy to see him, and had to hide your disappointment on the occasions where one of his coworkers would be on the other side of your door instead of him. You obviously knew that Paradise Pizza had other employees besides the adorable blonde, but that never stopped you from constantly hoping that Jungkook would be the one doing your delivery. 

Your friends had started to grow tired of hearing about the delivery boy you had become infatuated with over the last few months, but that you still had yet to actually make a move on. You were always quick to brush off their teasing and pushing to do something, insisting that the flirting was simply harmless and didn’t mean anything. They would just roll their eyes at you and make some comment about you being too oblivious for your own good. And maybe they were right, but you had refused to see it. 

Your stubbornness had finally begun to give when you realized that you were three months into this thing, whatever it was, with Jungkook, and that you were constantly ordering pizza that you didn’t even end up eating just to see him. It seemed insane when you thought about it that way. Maybe it was time to take a leap of faith, and if it backfired? Well, there were plenty of other pizza places. Which led to you slipping Jungkook your number with his tip during his last delivery, along with a message saying “Call me if you ever wanna meet up for non pizza related reasons”. 

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Jungkook- ff recs masterlist 🔞

So here's my fav Jungkook ffs of all time plus a MUST READ compilation 💌.

All the recommended ffs are 18+ so MDNI!!

S: smut | A: angst | F: fluff | ❤️: extreme favs

(fics are not ordered in any specific order of preference and neither do they entertain infidelity or any major triggering themes 🙃)

Starting off with the 2 most "SEVEN" mv inspired one shots I've read till now -

■ Night after night by @brown-bi-beautiful ❤️ ( S, A, F )

■ Devoted to trouble by @jeonsweetpea (S, slight A, F)

Seven days a week by @jjkeverlast (S, slight A, F)

Thirteen rounds by @moni-logues (S)

Slow motion by @rerefundslocals(S, A, F)

@personasintro 's masterlist ❤️

Legit ALL her ffs are TOP NOTCH. So here's link to her entire masterlist. Fav author for a reason 💜

Ps - Mutual help & Away from you are Ultimate lovee!

Stay with me by @jungk0oksthighs ❤️(S, A, F)

Reminder by @dollfaceksj ❤️ (S, A, F)

Over wine (Ongoing) by @koocycle (S, A)

There's no way by @redjoonie (S, slight A, F)

Seven ways to sunday (Ongoing) by @jeonjcngkook (S)

Bad Omega, Sweet Omega JJK by @helenazbmrskai (S, A)

Drabble collection by @onlyswan (F)

Office break by @vminizzle (S)

Two point five by @bratkook (S, F)

My you by @wnderkoo (S, slight A, F)

This is how we break by @ahundredtimesover (S, A)

Unplanned night by @vminizzle ❤️ (S)

Rolling stone by @kooktrash (S, A)

4-7-8 by @jiminrings (S, heavy A, F)

Sleepless nights by @wnderkoo (S, F)

Backstage quickies by @btsqualityy ❤️ (S)

So good by @ggukiepie ❤️ (S)

Lost on you by @letjungcoook7 (S)

Cramped quarters by @btsqualityy (S)

Kink series by @btsqualityy ❤️ (S)

Bts reactions by @cheolhub (S)

Early riser by @moni-logues (S)

Bf!Jk drabble by @letjungcoook7 (S)

Standing next to you by @back2bluesidex (S)

On my mind by @angelguk ❤️ (S)

Ceo!Jk one shot by @letjungcoook7 (S, slight A)

All over again by @jungkookstatts ❤️ (S, F)

Return the favor by @back2bluesidex (S, F)

Jk!drabble by @borathae (S)

The bet by @letjungcoook7 (S)

Bf!Jk (kinda break up au) by @letjungcoook7 (S, A)

Bf!Jungkook by @jungkookstatts ❤️ (S, F)

Cherry flavored by @jungkookstatts ❤️ (S, F)

Black dye by @mercurygguk (S, F)

When the end comes by @oddinary4bts ❤️ (S, F, huge A) happy ending tho

Down on you by @ki-yomii ❤️ (S)

I want you to stay by @ahundredtimesover (Ongoing)

Birthday boy by @jeonfics (S)

Wishing for you by @kookiestarlight (S, A, F)

Guilty Pleasures (Ongoing) by @kookslastbutton (S, A)

The violence of the dog days by @youarewhatyoulove-blog ❤️ (S, F)

Stay quite by @hobidreams (S,F)

Chasing cars (Ongoing) by @oddinary4bts (S,A,F)

Wants and needs by @2hightocare ❤️ (S,F)

Jungkook- ff recommendations masterlist 🔞

So here's my fav Jungkook ffs of all time plus a MUST READ compilation 💌.

All the recommended ffs are 18+ so MDNI!!

S: smut | A: angst | F: fluff | ❤️: extreme favs

(fics are not ordered in any specific order of preference🙃)

Starting off with the 2 most "SEVEN" mv inspired one shots I've read till now -

■ 1. Night after night by @brown-bi-beautiful

Lovers to exes to lovers ( S, A, F ) ❤️

■ 2. Devoted to trouble by @jeonsweetpea

Spiderman Au, Friends to lovers (S, slight A, F)

3. Seven days a week by @jjkeverlast

Fwb to lovers (S, slight A, F)

4. Thirteen rounds by @moni-logues

Boxer!Jk (S)

5. Slow motion by @rerefundslocals

Exes to lovers (S, A, F)

6. @personasintro 's masterlist ❤️

Legit ALL her ffs are TOP NOTCH. So here's link to her entire masterlist. Fav author for a reason 💜

Ps - MUTUAL HELP (Best friend/Fwb!Jungkook) - available on AO3

& AWAY FROM YOU (Husband!Yoongi, divorce au) are Ultimate lovee!

7. Stay with me by @jungk0oksthighs ❤️

Ex husband!Jk, Exes to lovers, Parents au (S, A, F)

one of my fav comfort series <3

8. Reminder by @dollfaceksj ❤️

Boxer!Jk, Exes to Fwb to lovers (S, A, F)

If you're craving some good angst & heavenly smut this is it 💘

9. Over wine (Ongoing) by @koocycle

Married au (S, A)

10. There's no way by @redjoonie

Best friends to lovers (S, slight A, F)

11. Seven ways to sunday (Ongoing) by @jeonjcngkook

Est relationship (S)

12. Bad Omega, Sweet Omega JJK by @helenazbmrskai

Werewolf au (S, A)

13. Drabble collection by @onlyswan

Est relationship!Jk- a collection of cute, fluffy/smutty drabbles

14. Office break by @vminizzle

Husband!Jk (S)

15. Two point five by @bratkook

Handyman!Jk, Strangers to lovers (S, F)

this is so cutee awhfduwijw + hot 🌚

16. My you by @wnderkoo

Bf!Jk (S, slight A, F)

17. This is how we break by @ahundredtimesover

Exes au (S, A)

ngl this kinda broke me bt in a good way ❤‍🩹

18. Unplanned night by @vminizzle ❤️

Husband!Jk (S)

Hubby Jk all the wayyy

19. Rolling stone by @kooktrash

Fwb!Jk (S, A)

"boyfriend of my dreams" pt. 2

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Genre: college au. pwp. smut. strangers to lovers (or are they?)

Word count: 7.6k

Warnings: oof. it's angsty :/. oc's really mean in this one, I'm so sorry. but be patient with her, it's worth it. trust me. drug usage (a lil weed, again). explicit mentions of sex. oral sex, female receiving. fingering. a lil bit of dry humping. it gets steamy inside a small car. jungkook I love him sm in this. I think thats all.

Author’s note: hi <3 I hope u enjoy pt. 2! this is so much fun to write, I really enjoyed this one and I hope u enjoy it, too! do let me know if u did and again, thank u so much for all the love - do know I'm sending it right back paired with a million kisses.

This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

Pt. 2

You drift.

It’s common nowadays. Eyes wide, fixated on the same sentence you’ve been trying to process for the past ten minutes. You re-read it again, making it three words in before your focus leaves you. It doesn’t just leave you, but it leaves the space around you – muffling everything it touches as you drift, drift, drift. It muffles Sydney’s voice, too.

“Hello? Earth to ___.”

It’s only when she snaps her fingers right in front of your face that you’re brought back to reality. She’s frowning at you, in both annoyance and concern. The murmurs of the library feel loud all of a sudden as you’re taken out of your head.

“Yes?” You turn to her, oblivious.

“Are you okay? You’re elsewhere.”

“No- I mean, yes. I’m okay. I’m here.”

Only you’re not. You’re not here – feeling like perhaps you left your head inside a laundry room four days ago. At times you think you left your body there, too.

Ugh.

Sydney looks like she’s not fully buying it, but despite her curiosity she just shrugs it off, back to her own studies – focus immediately back on her textbook. You stare at her for a second, or two… and drift…

You loop the same bits and pieces that stuck with you the most. It gets repetitive, making you feel like you don’t have enough to work with when it comes to taking your little trips down memory lane. It annoys you – the fact that you have to hang on to so little annoys you.

You roll your eyes, a scoff and an ‘ugh’ passing under your breath, quiet enough so that Sydney doesn’t hear. What even happened? it’s a question you ask yourself several times a day. Even when it’d happened and you’d left Jimin’s and Tae’s miniscule laundry room, it all felt like a blur. A really good, toe curling, chest heaving blur…

Focus.

You rack your brain, for the millionth time. Try to collect every crumb possibly left that could dictate not only how you ended up in that situation but also how you left it – how it left you. In a frenzy, that is, if we’re going by brain activity and the way you can physically feel the way your body heats up at the mere thought of his lips on yours, fingers skimming down your thighs so gently but so very assertive. The way his fingers hooked inside your panties, moving them aside and-

Focus.

He didn’t even say anything. Of substance, that is. He just pulled the most mind-blowing orgasms straight out of you like it’s all but a casual occurrence to him. Routine- and is it? So, what if it is? It’s not like you care.

Of course it isn’t, he can barely hold eye contact – or a conversation, for that matter. It was probably beginner’s luck.

But what if it wasn’t? And why is the thought settling upon you in an almost uncomfortable way?

You feel your cheeks flush hot, only this time it’s not over how he made you feel back then – but more so how he’s making you feel now.

“Ugh.” It leaves you before you can control it and this time Sydney turns to you, eyebrow raised in brutal confusion. “It’s really hot in here. I can’t focus. I’ll see you later?”

She’s barely processing your words before you’re collecting your useless textbooks and throwing them inside your tote bag in a frenzy.

“Uh… okay. Text me? Maybe go for a walk or something-”

“Will do!”

Your speed walk picks up pace, earning yourself some annoyed glances as you frantically cross the library, bumping into chairs and tables on your way out. And it’s only when you finally make it out, fresh spring air and blue skies embracing you, that you realize you’ve no idea how this benefits you more than your previous surroundings – mind still looping that night, more questions arising. Still hot and bothered.

You unlock your phone, scrolling and swiping until you reach your destination.

[to jiminie]: hey, where are u?

[from jiminie]: heading to campus

[from jiminie]: got soccer practice in like 15

[from jiminie]: why? wanna hang? ;)

You pocket your phone, wincing at yourself over how little effect his last message had on you, his flirty remarks usually putting a smile on your face, blush on your cheeks and hormones on blast. This time he simply rewards you with some potentially useful information and if your gut feeling isn’t betraying you, you’re pretty sure you’re gonna be met with your end goal as soon as you reach the soccer field, thankfully a short walk from the library.

You don’t have any plan of attack, merely going by instinct. Instinct says… clear the air. It’s okay – this isn’t the first time you hook up with someone in your circle of friends, and it clearly won’t be the last either. So, you’ll be damned if Jeon Jungkook breaks your stride just because he lacks ability to portray his emotions, getting yours all fucked up! It’s rule number one in your book: keep it casual, keep it clear. Communication is key.

Your gut doesn’t fail you, catching your first glimpse of him since Saturday the moment the soccer field comes into eyesight. Of course he’s here early, he gives off overachiever vibes. I mean who goes with Anatomy when given an elective?

For reasons you won’t even try to compute, the words overachiever and anatomy make you feel a certain type of way as you take a better look at him. You’d never really looked at him – as in, look at him. See him, take him in. Not really caring enough to at first, and then not really having a chance to in your little encounter with limited lighting.

He’s wearing his uniform, one you’re familiar with – only it fits him… well. It flatters him, you’d admit. Back and shoulder muscles pulled tout against the thin, breathable material of his shirt. His last name written on the back; the number 10 displayed in big, black font. Your eyes continue their indulgence until they reach his ass, past his thighs that leave very little to the imagination – so muscular and defined.

Focus.

You make your way past the bleachers and step foot inside the field, walking towards him with an assertive stride though he can’t really see you yet.

“Jungkook.”

He jumps a little before he turns around, eyes widening and mouth parting in slight shock. He looks around for a second, as if looking for an exit or some sort of salvation. He finds none, opting for offering you a small smile instead.

“Hey,” he says. He’s wearing a black head band, hair pushed away from his face, exposing his forehead. You notice the eyebrow piercing, wincing slightly at the accessory that contrasts strongly with his soft facial features.

“We need to talk.”

“Uh… sure. What’s up?” He stutters his words a little and you look visibly exasperated. It makes him nervous, eyes diverting from yours.

“What happened at the party… was weird.”

“Weird?” Now he’s ten times more confused, if that’s even possible.

It takes you a second too long to answer, deciding if you want to say your next words. “Good. But weird. I don’t really know you… like that.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way- I never wanted to take advantage of-”

You roll your eyes at him. “You did not. I mean, I started it, didn’t I? I wanted it- in that moment… I guess. Anyways, it was weird. And since you’re friends with all my friends or whatever, I guess we’re gonna be seeing each other often so… it’s better if we clear the air.”

“Clear the air?”

You smile, a sigh of relief passing your lips when you realize that you still find him as annoying as you did on your first ever encounter at Namjoon’s. Stuttering, replying with unnecessary questions and unable to hold eye contact. Yeah. Saturday was just a mishap.

“Yeah. I mean, you put two people in a dark room, it’s bound to happen, I guess. Explains a lot actually…” the last of your sentence is more of an inner thought.

He’s disappointed, but not surprised. “Yep.”

“So, we’re cool?” It’s a question but your tone is more affirmative than anything.

“We’re cool.”

“Amazing!”

He just nods, a tight-lipped smile adorning his face. Your eyes find a little scar that lays on top of his left cheek. He gets fidgety the more your eyes linger on him, not really knowing where you’re looking… or why.

You divert your eyes, looking into his before you nod once, ending your small encounter as you begin to turn around. But it’s then that another thought strikes you,

“Oh, by the way… this can stay between us. Saturday and… this,” you say, finger pointing back and forth between the two of you.

“Don’t worry, my lips are sealed.”

You don’t know it and he doesn’t show, but the moment you turn back around and leave, he realizes how much your words affected him. He wasn’t expecting much from you, in the end you were in all your right to do what you just did. He knew you didn’t like him like that, even when your lips were on his and your body said otherwise.

So, he can’t quite understand why your words hurt. All he knows is they do.

~

Namjoon was right. It’s a bitch. Anatomy class, that is. He reads the same paragraph over and over again – each time highlighting a new sentence, transcribing the information into his notebook. His inner monologue fighting between the thoughts he had about what had happened before practice and the principles of evolution and biodiversity. So far, your words echoing inside his head weren’t going to help him pass this exam. Neither would the over-thinking and second guessing.

He sighs.

Now, Jungkook was never one to lack focus. Matter of fact, he was always a good student, always in a steady dance between As and Bs, he had little to worry about when it came to school. He was gifted – this he didn’t necessarily acknowledge himself. It was more so a first impression he made amongst everyone he met; that effortlessness in which he succeeded at pretty much anything. He was good at school, excelled at sports and had a kindness about him that made him almost magnetic – even when his introverted nature made his socializing falter slightly, it was comforting to be around him. His friends were living proof of this.

The people he exchanged drunken kisses at parties were, too – or so he was about to find out.

“Jungkook.”

It startles him, his name being called in that serious timbre for the second time today, taking him off-guard- again. But when he looks up, to his disappointment, it’s not you.

“Oh, hey.”

“Can I-,” Lola sounds nervous as her eyes divert to the seat opposite side to him. This makes Jungkook feel bad for some reason.

“Yes, sure.” He gives her a warm smile and her nerves ease visibly.

“This is weird,” she says, a faint chuckle passing her lips, unable to meet his stare. “I just wanted to apologize for the other night. I was so drunk I- I should’ve not come on to you like that. I don’t remember much but I do recall being a little bit of a bitch towards you.”

Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, staring intently at her, that smile never leaving him.

“Don’t worry about it, no hard feelings on my part.”

She hesitates for a minute before she says, “you’re a really nice boy, Jungkook. I hope you know that…”

It takes him by surprise – her honesty, the way her gaze softens as she holds his, something between nerves and excitement dancing in her eyes. They’re a pretty shade of green, and right by the window in this light, they shine.

He doesn’t know how to respond to that, his own nerves taking over, so he settles for, “you’re a really nice girl, too.”

She giggles at this, nodding as she takes him in.

“Can I have your number? I actually spent the whole day looking for you all over campus. I don’t even have class today…” She ponders on the last bit, eyes drifting to a distance.

He says yes, a quick phone swap between the two to exchange numbers and when he gets his phone back, her name is written on his phone with a little green heart emoji next to it. He thinks it’s cute, the softness she carries about her, so very contrasting from what she was like at the party. He wonders if perhaps you have a soft side, too.

“I’ll text you,” she tells him. “Perhaps I can… buy you ice cream or something.”

He laughs and she seems pleased by his reaction. “I’d like that.”

She gives him a small smile, waving at him before she’s turning around. He just stares at her, trying to make up just how the encounter made him feel. When she turns around as if she’d forgotten something, she notices his eyes are still on her. She blushes.

“Thank you,” her words are barely a whisper but he hears her.

“What for?”

“For not- for stopping me. That night. For not taking advantage of me.”

“Don’t mention it.”

~

“Is this a guilty pleasure?”

“What about The Great British Bake Off inspires guilt?”

“It’s lame but I can’t stop watching.”

“Maybe you’re lame and in denial,” you tell Sydney, making her laugh and nudge at your elbow. She snatches the family sized bag of M&Ms you’d both been snacking on in-between reruns, now going into your fifth consecutive episode as the cheery little intro song begins.

Your phone buzzes.

[from jiminie]: ghosting me? really? i thought we were past this

You smile, but don’t pay much mind to it.

It buzzes again. Once, then twice. Then three times. Sydney turns to you, curious.

[from jiminie]: anyway, wanna come over?

[from jiminie]: we’re at jin’s

[from jiminie]: hobi brought his bong along 😲

“Wanna go over to Jin’s?”

“Isn’t it Tuesday? I don’t want to watch them play video games again.” Sydney says, eyes glued to the screen.

“Apparently there’s a bong.”

“Are they bribing us?” She asks, but she’s already up, eyes scanning the room for her shoes. “It’s a much better Tuesday plan than playing video games until their eyes water.”

“As opposed to watching The Great British Bake Off?”

“Fuck off.”

You laugh and she throws the first thing she can find at you. You catch it with one hand, examining it for a second. You smile, throwing Namjoon’s grey hoodie over your white summer dress to beat the chilly spring breeze that settles into the night this time of year.

You call Sumi as you make your way out of the apartment and when she picks up after one too many rings, she sounds winded.

You wince but shrug it off. “Wanna come over to Jinie’s?”

“Uh- no, thanks. I’m studying.”

“Studying?”

“Yes. We’re studying- I’m with Eunwoo.”

“Ohhhh,” you say, a little chuckle passing your lips and you can hear the way she rolls her eyes. “What subject?” You tease.

“Anatomy, dumbass. I’m hanging up now,” she sing-songs and you can hear the bedsheets ruffling on the other side of the line.

“Byeeeeeeeee,” you say, turning to Sydney. “She’s getting laid.”

“What?” She says, mouth parted in surprise as you nod your head in response. “I’m kinda jealous. Maybe I should be uptight, too. I’d be getting laid right about now.”

“You’re worrying about the wrong kind of tight, my friend.”

“Not that it’s anything of your business but my coochie is perfectly tight, thank you very much.”

You scoff, the look on her face turning it into full on laughter. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” she says, oblivious to your sarcasm. “I wanna get laid.”

“You can get laid, Syd.”

She nods slowly, as if rearing up her confidence back into motion. “Yeah… yeah- I can get laid.”

“That’s the spirit, sister.”

“I mean, I’m me.”

“Spoke facts.”

“I can get whomever I want.”

“I happen to agree.”

“The possibilities are endless, I mean, the world is my oyster!”

“Fly high, baby.”

Her eyes widen in her very own Aha! moment, stopping dead in her tracks.

“Jungkook,” she states.

You already know what she means, but you still ask. “Jungkook?”

“Yeah… why not? I’m in the mood to spread my expertise, which is always to my advantage. I like to believe that I’d be sending him out into the world as a feminist that knows how to please women and put them first.”

You laugh, ironically – but Sydney doesn’t pick up on it. In her eyes, you simply found her remark funny. Which technically, it is. Objectively, it is. It’s the type of Sydney humour that you don’t only love, but also share. Then why aren’t you laughing, unironically?

“I mean… if that’s what you’re into,” you sound bitter, but again, it goes unnoticed by her. You can see it in her eyes, how she’s already fixated on her plan. The end goal clear – him. Your mind paints a picture of his face, just the way hers is right now. You wonder what she sees. You wonder if it differs from what you see. You know it does.

That scares you.

~

When you walk in and you see him, you’re not surprised. You knew he’d be here, not a hint of a doubt he’d incorporated himself so seamlessly into your friend group. What has you staring at him in slightly shock is how stoned he seems to be. Body leaning back on the couch, black hood over his head and even from a distance, you can see how red his eyes are.

He’s laughing at something Jimin is telling him, throwing his head back lazily and shaking his head dismissively at him, fingers working the controller that sits lazily in his hands. When Jin calls your name, his head snaps in your direction. You roll your eyes at him, as if telling him, ‘Don’t be too obvious.’

“Well, if it isn’t our favourite girls,” Taehyung says. He’s stoned, too.

“Hi, nerds.” Sydney greets them, bright smile on her face as she makes her way to the living room.

Taehyung makes space for her next to him, throwing an arm around her before placing a kiss on her cheek. “What sort of cynical high do you get out of degrading men?”

She laughs and it sounds flirty, discreet, but flirty. “That’s for me to know and for some to find out,” and when she says this, she looks over at Jungkook. You hover for a minute, observing him and searching for any sort of reaction in his eyes. He doesn’t show any and a hint of relief shoots straight to your brain. What the hell?

Yoongi sits in the armchair, deep focus on the game as his fingers move quickly against the controller. You walk over to him, sitting at the edge of the small sofa and ruffling his hair, making him smile.

“He’s beating my ass.” He tells you.

“Who?”

“Jungkookie.”

God. It’s like you can’t escape him. It makes you feel suffocated, restless even. You roll your eyes, though Yoongi doesn’t see. Jungkook does – his name being called gets his attention your way and it comes as no surprise that the uttering of his name alone has you rolling your eyes. In a way, it’s become an instinctive reaction towards him you hold – a reflex. It makes him feel shitty but he’s too stoned to let it hurt the way it would his sober self, so he shrugs it off, fighting the urge to roll his own eyes just out of spite. Just because he can. Only not really, as he can’t bring himself to even sit with the beginning of an ill feeling towards you.

“I believe in you,” you tell Yoongi, fingers tangling themselves between his locks of ginger hair, massaging his scalp lightly.

He loses.

“Bro- how?” He says, looking over at Jungkook, throwing a pillow in his direction.

The youngest just laughs, catching the pillow just in time before he hugs it against his chest, proudly throwing himself back against the sofa.

“Well, aren’t you skilled,” Sydney asks him in a sultry tone, scooting herself closer to him. Jungkook straightens his posture, clearing his throat and instinctively pulling back a bit, slightly intimidated by her piercing gaze.

Taehyung laughs, well aware of her intentions. He grabs the remote control before he says, “hey, who wants to smoke up and watch a scary movie?”

“That plan sucks.” Hobi says.

“You’re too high to move off this couch anyway,” Tae teases.

“Just don’t make it gory, it’ll ruin my munchies.”

“Gotcha.”

~

It’s gory, supernatural and just in general, not the most light-hearted watch of them all.

At some point, Jungkook walks to the kitchen, feeling a little queasy as he rummages around the fridge, looking for water. Or perhaps some juice to settle his stomach.

“Hi,”

He jumps, turning around and looking at Sydney as she takes a couple of steps towards him.

“Hey- sorry, you scared me.”

“Nothing to apologize for.” She says, and Jungkook picks up on the way her tone gets sultry all of a sudden.

He huffs, hand scratching the back of his neck.

“I didn’t want to text you- on Tinder. Felt impersonal… specially when I can have you all to myself,” she walks closer to him, “like this.”

He lets out a laugh, sounding half nervous and all too confused. “It’s okay.”

“What’s about you, Jungkook?”

“About me?”

“Yeah. You. You’re so…,” and closer. “Magnetic.”

He chuckles, unsure. “I- I’m not… all that. Magnetic, I mean.”

“No, I think you are.”

“I- thanks, Sydney.”

“I’ll figure it out.” She says,

“I’ll figure you out.”

~

Sydney walks next to you down the dark corridor, linking your arm in hers and shuddering. You laugh and say,

“Scardy cat.”

“I’m high and can’t get that movie out of my fucking head.”

“I’d be scared too if I was you… it’s always the blonde ones with the big titties.”

“I’m done for, then.” She looks behind her as she says this, and even in the darkness, she can make out Jungkook’s face. He smiles awkwardly at her.

You’d almost forgotten his presence for a second there, and when Sydney flirts, you have to make a physical and mental effort not to roll your eyes. You hate this feeling, feel like shaking it off. But what you hate even more is how your heart- scratch that, your brain links it to him. It makes no sense to you and you remind yourself, without an ounce of hesitation over the crassness of your thoughts, that he simply finger fucked you inside a laundry room. And that you don’t even tolerate him like that. Hell, you don’t even know him well enough to decide if you tolerate him and your irritation towards him tells you that even if you did know him, you still wouldn’t tolerate him.

Behind you, he stumbles on his steps, making him trip a little. You can feel it.

“Sorry,” he says.

All the strength in the world can’t contain the force with which your eyes roll to the back of your head.

The ugh is mental, but it’s loud nonetheless.

“Watch your steps, Kookie…” Sydney says, managing to make it sound sexual.

He huffs out a little laugh before saying, “yeah…”

You make your way out of the building, the chilly spring night sending a breeze your way, goosebumps forming down your legs. The moon still looks full, round and bright right above you, illuminating everything around you.

“Are you staying over at mine,” you ask Sydney.

“Nope. Jackson is coming over.” Her eyes land on Jungkook for a brief second as she says this and he looks like he’s trying not to eavesdrop on your conversation even though it’s happening right next to him and loud enough for him to hear.

“Ah, of course.” You say, nodding your head.

This is a lie. Jackson isn’t coming over. In fact, there’s two Jacksons in Sydney’s life and besides being her former sneaky links, they also take the very important role of one of her sworn by strategies. “Make them think you’re fucking someone already. Not to ignite jealousy, or anything. That’s so antiquate. Simply to put the idea of sex inside their heads. Not just sex, though. Sex with you!” She would say.

It was crazy, but in a hot girl kind of way and dare you say it always worked. Tried and tested, you had plenty of testimonies to prove it.

“Yeah, he’s coming over with sushi-”

And just like that, as if stuck in some shitty teen romance straight out of Netflix, sudden showers of rain take her words right out of her mouth. Sydney shrieks and you grab her arm, running to your car for shelter and bringing her with you.

You both get inside with a grunt, soaking wet even though you could’ve not have been in the rain for more than a minute.

“___,” she says.

You’re turning the engine on, the windshield wipers following as you look into your rear-view mirror, getting ready to leave the parking space.

“What?”

“We can’t just leave him here.”

“Leave who- oh.”

Jungkook stands in the rain, looking lost like a deer caught in headlights – your headlights to be precise – as he ponders on what to do next. He’s debating on waiting it out, running or going back inside. It all sounds slightly unconventional considering he’s soaking wet now.

“Ugh, fine,” you say, flashing your headlights at him until you get his attention. He can’t see much, two blurry figures staring back at him, but he can make out the way you beckon at him, waving your hand frantically.

He runs over to your car, opening the door to the backseat and sliding right in.

“Thank you,” is all he manages to say.

“That’s fine.” You say.

Sydney turns around, giving him a one over.

“Aw, poor thing. You got all wet.”

Fucking hell.

You should’ve just left him in the rain.

~

You pull up to Sydney’s apartment complex, parking right in front of the door before you’re turning in your seat, looking at her, a knowing smile on your face.

“Say hi to Jackson from me,” you sing-song, giving Sydney a little wink

She smiles, raising her eyebrows once before she’s turning around in her seat, locking eyes with Jungkook. “Will do,” she says to you, eyes still on him.

Jungkook looks to the side, wet hair sticking to his forehead, fists closed around his sleeves, shivering slightly from the cold – his drenched clothes doing nothing in his favour. Sydney’s gaze makes him nervous, intimidates him even as he recalls their little conversation in the kitchen. Her piercing blue eyes smile at him for a second longer before she’s blowing a kiss your way and exiting the car with a cheery toned, “thanks!”

You pull out of the driveway, looking into your rear-view mirror until Jungkook’s eyes find yours. He hopes you can’t see the way he blushes, the way his gaze falters and looks down before they soften, fully focusing on you.

“Do you live on campus,” you ask, tone indifferent as you look back at the road.

“No. It’s actually- we’re almost there. 700 metres, give or take.”

“Oh,” you say, brain fixated on the fact that he lives dangerously close to Sydney – information she will relish on. Information that you’d usually be thrilled to pass along, always one to encourage her sexescapades. Right now, it feels like a ring in your ear, turning them hot, making you uncomfortable as you shift in your seat.

“Sorry for not telling you before.”

“Whatever.”

You’re brass – unfairly so, and you know it. However much he annoys you for reasons you can’t quite explain, he doesn’t deserve you being outright rude. You look at him again, only his eyes visibly through the rear-view mirror, eyes shiny despite the darkness in the backseat. He looks fallen and it exacerbates your discomfort, but this time, the feeling’s different.

“It’s on the way anyway,” you add.

“Yeah, that’s why- yeah.” He struggles to lace his words together.

You simply nod, a wave of guilt running through you as you feel his unease.

It only takes a couple more minutes until he’s letting you know you’re almost there, giving you simple directions until you’re pulling in front of his building.

“Thank you, ___.”

“You’re welcome.”

There’s a brief moment, a second even, where you both just stay there, thick silence filling the car as your eyes lock through the rear-view mirror. You’re trying to compute a thought, a sentence – anything that would signal coherence, but it’s to no avail. When he looks away, all you know is that you wished he didn’t. And when he’s opening the door, promptly leaving your car, you wished he hadn’t.

You don’t know what sort of reckless process your brain goes about but before you can talk yourself out of it, you’re unbuckling your seatbelt and reaching for the door, opening it in a haste. You leave the car, standing right in front of Jungkook; the rain has simmered down but you can feel the way the drizzle falls onto your skin. He looks confused, pouty lips pursed, eyes widening in slight shock. He’s about to say something, but you don’t let him, grabbing him by the collar of his drenched shirt before crashing your lips into his. A tiny gasp leaves his mouth but he gives in instinctively, all the tension he’d been holding leaving his body as he kisses you back. His arms wrap around your waist and yours circle around his neck, bringing him closer. Your movements are frantic, tongue swiping against his bottom lip before your teeth are closing around it. He hisses, a rush of pleasure swimming all through him and he wants you so bad. So fucking bad he stops questioning your hot and cold behaviour towards him. He’d take the cold anytime if it meant having you like this.

Your back hits the car, hands behind you reaching for the door before you pry it open.

“In,” you manage to say in-between sloppy kisses.

You slide through the backseat of your car, unbothered by the discomfort of the hard leather seats and the tight space as you lay down, opening your legs to make room for him. Your pretty dress hikes up your thighs and it makes Jungkook head spin for a second, stilling in place before he’s coming back to life, closing the door behind him and laying on top of you. For a second, you two simply stare at each other with heavy breaths and hazy eyes.

He looks so dreamy it pisses you off.

“I’m not letting you fuck me in the backseat of my Mini Cooper.”

He shakes his head, a small grin forming on his lips, taking you by surprise. “No,” he whispers.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

His lips are on yours, tongues meeting with more determination this time, your hand wrapping around the nape of his neck before your fingers are tangling between his wet locks. He smells the same way he did the first time he was this close to you, only this time you’re more aware of how good it fills your senses. How good he feels this flushed to you. Your hips jerk up, meeting his, legs parting further as he pushes down, a little whine passing his lips by the friction alone. You can feel how hard he is even through the layers and you circle your hips, trying to feel more of it.

He tenses, kissing you harder and a moan escapes your lips. You can tell he’s trying to control himself – only you don’t want him to.

“Do you like me?” You ask, mouth on his, not an ounce of distance forming.

It takes a while for him to answer, his arousal making him feel lightheaded, nerves kicking in.

“Y-yeah. Yeah, I do.” He’s more assertive as he looks into your eyes.

In a jolt of confidence, his hand travels up your neck, fingers tracing up your face so very gently until he’s pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You feel the heat swim to your cheeks, self-conscious all of a sudden as he looks at you – really sees you. It’s not a feeling you oftentimes experience in these circumstances and when it feels almost unbearable, you look away.

You’re not shy – not without purpose anyway. So, you brush it off, looking into his eyes, gaze lowering.

“Act on it then.”

He kisses you again, fingers losing themselves in your hair, hips pushing into yours. You let your tongue wonder, grazing his lips, pillowy softness parting for you until it meets his in a sloppy dance. Your own fingers tangle inside his locks of hair, pushing him closer to you, with enough force to release some pent-up tension from your moment earlier.

“Fuck,” he pants, face nuzzling on the crook of your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

Your hand travels down, feeling the hard ridges of his abdomen, sucking in a breath. When you reach lower, you palm his cock over his pants, the soft fabric doing wonders to your imagination. He’s big and heavy in your hand, and when you squeeze, he lets out a throaty groan.

“You’re so fucking hard.”

“Can I eat you out?”

His question throws you aback enough to stifle down a laugh.

“I wouldn’t be opposed.”

That confidence of yours – a bless and a curse to Jungkook, who kisses you once more before he’s looking behind him, trying to figure out just how he’s going to make this work.

“It’s doable,” you say, sliding further backwards until your head rests against the door, giving you a better view of him as he settles down between your legs, one of his knees touching the floor.

Something in the smugness of the way you insinuate that someone has been in this position before him wires his brain, makes him greedy and competitive. Makes him want you to think that he did better than anyone before him, and that he probably will do it better than anyone after him. Even if he never hears you say it.

You open your legs further, dress hiking up, pretty pink panties on display. He looks at them, mouth near salivating, looking at you and the way you draw your index finger between your teeth. Your free hand travels down, impatiently pushing the lacey fabric to the side, exposing your pussy to him. He prods his middle finger between your folds, parting them as he travels from your center all the way to your clit, circling around it. You’re so wet the feeling has you buckling your hips up immediately, the glide of your slick making it easy to feel every single nerve ending come to life.

He likes the way you react to him, revelling in it as he lowers his head, lips wrapping around your clit as he gives it a little tentative suck, the moan you let out doubling on heavenly as you pull on his hair. His tongue follows, its thickness parting your folds and circling around your center before flicking your clit once, twice, three times as you tense under him.

“That feels so- oh my God,” he takes the words right out of your tongue as his hand holds your inner thigh, parting your leg further and diving in, the heat of his mouth embracing your clit as his head shakes and he sucks in rhythmic movements, sending waves of pleasure down your body and up your core. He aids your pleasure tenfold when his middle and ring finger enter you, his digits arching, wonderous for a second before he’s hitting that spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, moans getting increasingly loud as you become all too aware of how hot your whole body feels.

“You taste so good,” he says, looking up at your as his fingers work you deeper, fixing on a tempo that’s not too slow, not too fast – perfect enough to numb anything that isn’t how good you fucking feel away.

“Keep going- yeah, like that.” You say this, though he doesn’t need instructions and you’re well aware of this.

“Yeah, fuck- you’re gonna cum.”

It’s not a question, not a hint of one in his voice, even. Your eyes snap open, looking down at him but before you can say anything, his mouth is back on your pussy, pace on wild this time as the tip of his tongue dances around your clit, teasing you. You’re so close, can’t quite explain how he’s solely doing that with his fingers, not really putting his tongue where you want it the most. You don’t want to cum like this, it drives you a bit mad.

You pull on his hair, making him look up at you, though his tongue and fingers don’t falter once.

“Lick it.”

He snickers, and the mere vibrations threaten to end it all for you.

“You’re so tight around my fingers, I think you could cum like this.”

What the fuck?

His tongue circles your entrance, fingers still deep inside of you, slowing his pace down a bit. “I don’t want to- shit. I don’t want to cum like this.”

“Then cum, baby. All over my mouth.”

It’s a mixture between the way he says baby and the way his tongue gives you exactly what you want, flicking your clit, licking slowly and sucking fast, like that until you’re writhing and panting under him, legs closing around his head.

“I’m gonna… cum,” you whisper, all the strength drained out of your body as you begin to shake, your orgasm flowing through you in ripples, gushing around his fingers and pulsing on his tongue as the feeling exacerbates all through you.

He looks at you, eyes finding your face in between the strands of dark hair. You look so dreamy – so pretty. Eyes clenched shut, lips parted, hand cupping your breast over your dress, exposing your neck to him. He wants to kiss you; he wants to tell you look so beautiful coming undone like this.

When you come down, your eyes open, finding his eyes on yours.

“You’re so,” gorgeous, “hot.” He says.

“You’re… skilled.”

In his high, this is a win in Jungkook’s book. He sits up, head thrown back against the headrest, a lazy smile adorning his lips. Almost proud. Very proud, actually. You pull yourself up, gathering enough strength to throw your leg around his, straddling him. His hands land on your waist, squeezing some as you start circling your hips around him. They travel downward until they’re on your hips, one staying there and the other settling on your ass, underneath your dress.

You kiss him, and it takes very little friction for you to be ready to go again.

“Do you have a condom?”

“N-no,” he says, looking into your eyes.

This, you knew.

This was also part of a quick-witted plan.

You click your tongue. “That’s unfortunate.”

“I’m sorry,” he doesn’t know why, it’s not like he could’ve imagined the same person that dismissed him (gruesomely) would be coming around his tongue and straddling his lap only a week later. Less than a week – 6 days, if he’s being precise.

“Yeah,” you say. “It’s getting late, anyways.” You give him a sweet smile, but nothing about it is warm.

Jungkook’s cock quite literally throbs inside his pants. No, really. He can feel it – painfully so, too. But he’s never one to push, or to overstep boundaries. So, he gives you a small smile, one that actually ignites warmth, nodding slightly. He gives himself the opportunity to bask in this moment for a little longer, though. To bask in you. And so, he kisses you. Hand cupping your cheek, lips softly landing on yours, locking around the plumpness, head tilting a bit to deepen the kiss. You kiss him back, sighing into his mouth – letting go. it’s a good kiss, and you realize then that it’s a kiss you can’t quite compare to anything. Not to any kiss you’ve had before, nor to any other instance when you’d had someone this physically close to you, opening your body to them. Your mind following. It scares you – it scares you to see your heart close behind.

You pull away, hands pressing on his chest to make distance between you two.

“Anyways,” you force a smile. “Thank you for the orgasm.”

He lets out a little laugh, head tilting to the side in what you wouldn’t dare to describe as endearing.

“You’re welcome, ___.”

~

“Hey, what was the name of that movie we watched on Tuesday? At Jin’s-”

“I don’t remember.” You snap at Sydney.

“Geez, ___. You’re in some mood.” Sumi says.

You roll your eyes, shrugging them off.

“Are you good?” Sydney asks, and you know you must be exuding the gnarliest of energies if Sydney herself is worried.

“I’m fine.”

“Relax your shoulders. You’re all tense and slouching.” Sumi adds.

“I can’t believe Sumi is telling you to relax, ___. You should be alarmed.”

Sumi laughs at Sydney’s remark. “I’ll blame it on the mind-blowing sex I’m having.”

“That’s my girl,” Sydney says, proud.

“Maybe that’s what you need, ___.”

“What?”

Sumi rolls her eyes. “To get laid.”

~

You focus on the song that plays on the radio. It helps you mute the impulsivity of your actions – as well as the little sense it makes inside your head. You’re acting purely on instinct and feel no remorse, nor worry, even if you don’t quite know if your seeds will bloom any sort of fruit. Or, in more colloquial terms, leave you twice as horny and triple the angry.

You see a gas station on the way, steering your car into its direction as you suddenly remember an essential item to this whole plan. You park right in front, not even shutting the engine off as you run inside, speed-walking down the aisle until you find what you’re looking for. When you pay, the pre-pubescent teenager working the cashier gives you a smirk, bordering on nasty.

“Ew.”

He winks. “Have fun, sweetheart.”

You give him the finger, taking the brown bag he swings your way.

In front of Jungkook’s building, you’re met with yet another obstacle as you realize you don’t even know what apartment is his – it almost makes you turn away, making you all too aware of the road you’ve travelled, of how far you’ve come, for him of all people. It is so out of character you’re very well close to turning around and booty calling Jimin, just so he fucks the insanity out of you.

What if Jimin’s there?

What if- any of them is there?

You close your eyes, taking a wild guess and pushing on the first button your finger lands on – handing it over to Jesus.

“Hello?” A sweet voice comes through the intercom, belonging to what you can only make out to be an old lady, pitch and tone considered.

“Uh… hi.” You realize how stupid that sounds the minute it leaves your mouth.

“Can I help you dear?”

“Sorry- I thought this was… Jungkook’s.”

“Oh! You missed, but only by a little. He’s my next-door neighbour. 402.”

That’s not dangerous at all – her giving out that information, you think.

“Here, I’ll buzz you in,” she adds.

“Oh- okay. Thank you.”

“You tell him I said hi! Sweet boy, that one.”

“Sure thing,” you say.

She buzzes you in and you step inside the elevator, pressing on the fourth floor. You stare at your reflection in the mirror.

“What the fuck are you doing?” The elevator dings, signalling you’ve reached your destination. “Too late to figure it out now.”

You walk down the short hallway, turning to apartment 402. You ring his doorbell, taking a step back and looking around you, fixating on anything but-

Him. Him, as he opens the door to his apartment, eyes widening slightly when he sees you – there, standing in front of his home.

“___?”

“Hi.”

It’s baffles him – how after half the shit you’ve pulled, you still manage to surprise him.

“Hi- hey. What are you doing here?”

You push the brown gas station bag in his direction. “Fortune.”

He takes it from you, prying it open and looking inside it, the box of condoms visible from the corner of the bag.

“Oh- oh.”

“Can I come in?”

He steps aside, letting you inside his apartment, too in shock to ask questions, even to himself.

You walk inside and he walks backwards, almost running away from your determined pace. When you push him onto the wall, raising a tentative eyebrow at him, he gulps audibly. You smile, dropping down to your knees. He looks at you, damn near losing it over the sight before him.

“Your next-door neighbour says hi, by the way.”

“Let’s not talk about Mrs. Alby right now.”

~

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Absolutely loved season two of 9 months to fall in love♥️ it’s so lovely to see the progression of both of the soon to be parents in this season. How y/n is able to let jin into her life and allow herself to open up and love jin. How we get to see jin’s personality, how he’s able to interact with other different character and basically fall in love with him because of his charisma (i would probably love him too). It got frustrating at some times when both of them wanted to accomplish two different things and have this sort of push and pull between their relationship (y/n basically wanting to get railed and jin doesn’t want to scare y/n off with his big divk jkjk). But i’m glad that they were able to sort out their feelings. I’m not gonna lie, i’ve had a dream of them two being lovey dovey, which doesn’t help my single ass🥲 so, im jealous now🥲😭. I can’t wait for what season 3 has in store for us!

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 17.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 6,695

warnings/includes (!) mentions of homophobia, a father-daughter heart to heart, another heart to heart with Seokjin, therapy mentions, season two’s HEA 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

note; it’s here! The end of season 2! I hope you enjoy and thank you to those who are still following this long journey <3 I will be back in two weeks with drabbles! Then, I will be taking a short break while I begin to write season 3. I will keep you all posted. Thanks again! 💖

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‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Toxic friends, reader learns to love herself, cuss words, accidental boners, some mean comments about reader from her friends and Kooks bestie who hates YN.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: After being tired of feeling insecure you decided to take your friends advice and hit the gym. The only problem is you don’t know what to do, but luckily the very muscular and scary guy next to you offered to teach you a couple things. He just also happens to be the sweetest man you’ve ever met and not scary at all. You catch yourself falling in love with him on your journey of self love, but old insecurities stop you from doing anything about it.

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Pair: Kim Taehyung x f!reader 

Summary: Your roommate was sure she found you the perfect man. Her boyfriend believed he found Taehyung’s soulmate. The only problem was that you never wanted to date an idol and he never wanted to drag you into this life. Taehyung didn’t even know what he wanted anymore and was tired of being criticized for simply growing up. You just wanted to finish university and do something for yourself. What started out with the meddling of your friends became something neither of you expected. Could the two of you be what the other is missing? Or would things just fall apart?

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: Another idol au because I can’t be fixed. Idol!Tae x ArtStudent!reader. Choi Wooshik and wooga are part of the story. We follow BTS’ 2021 schedule, but there’s no c*vid. More to be added. 

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burn my soul | 01

-> Pairing. Jimin x reader

-> Genre. idol!jimin, aspiring singer!reader, strangers to lovers au, hurt/comfort (yes, jimin is sad but he gets happier I promise), fluff, angst

-> Summary. Jimin feels trapped in his life, as if bound to repeat the same painful cycle everyday. He can't stand being an idol anymore and doesn't find any joy in it. That is, until a young guitarist catch his attention in the streets, sparkling in him more than one emotion he thought would never come back

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-> I spent too much time staring at the empty word document in front of me and way much more considering wether or not this should be posted. This whole entire fic has been fuelled by this piano cover, felt like it should be said. Y/n doesn't appear in the first chapter (aka this one). She is getting ready please wait for her to arrive :)

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[CONCERT D1]

“…Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, BTS, Kim Namjoon…”

The sounds come in his ears almost inaudible, as if they were covered by some kind of sound-blocking headphones. He is sitting on a chair, facing a tall mirror on which he can see a man dressed up in fancy clothes staring back at him. He looks around, blinking and wondering what’s going on. Where am I ? He thought, like he has no clue where he is and what he is about to do, as if he just woke up in a new body. The feeling is weird, as if in a strange, hazy dream.

Someone walks to him and squeeze his shoulder before shaking him lightly.

“Hyung..! We need to go, don’t forget your mic !”

The mic- oh. Ohhh. The mic, yes.

Jimin suddenly comes back to his senses and shakes his head. He stands up and gives a look at the younger man who watches him with furrowed brows.

“Everything's fine ?” Jungkook asks as the staffs pushes them towards the stage “Y-yeah” Jimin quickly flashes him a bright smile “Let's go!”

All together, the 7 men that form BTS walk towards the stage, drinking their last gulp of water or releasing a long breath before climbing onto the platform. Jimin is the last one to go, his mind still wandering around ; how long did he zone out for ? He cannot think much about the answer because Taehyung gives his arm a nudge and pats the rough surface of the platform next to where he is crouching. Jimin nods and steps on it, crouching too at first and then standing up as the platform goes up.

Loud screams of fans welcome them, and his thoughts melt with the sound until they completely disappear. The music start shortly after they arrive on the stage. It’s loud, but the fan’s cheers are louder. So loud that he can still hear them through his in-ears.

Jimin gets himself drunk on their cheers, taking in every ounce of it until he is fully energised. Now completely lost in his own world, he, along with the 6 other members, gives his all to the public.

Performing his heart and soul out, as if it was the last time. Because this is what this is all about : giving your all as if you were to say goodbye after it.

***

It is only hours after the concert ended that the group can get back to the hotel, some still sweating. Much to their liking, the sophisticated and tight outfits they wore on stage have been replaced by larger and more comfortable ones.

The place is quite far from the arena they just performed in, but still closer than their actual house. The ride back there should give them enough time to sit back and relax, maybe even fall asleep.

Out of the seven of them, five actually end up sleeping, too tired to wait until they arrive to rest. Jungkook had plugged in his earphones and Jimin wonders how he can still want to listen to some music after such a night.

Only he and Namjoon remain awake. And wordless. Both lost in their thought in a place far from where their bodies are.

Jimin’s mind wanders back to what happened during the concert and how he zoned out so hard he couldn’t remember as much as who he was.

Although it was Jungkook’s specialty to zone out, it could happen to Jimin too, his thoughts getting so overwhelming the only thing he could do is hold his head to try and silence them.

Maybe tonight was one of those nights or just the fatigue from the world tour that is about to finish. but maybe it’s something else and, honestly, Jimin doesn’t really want to know what that other thing can be...

As soon as he gets to his room, Jimin throws himself onto the bed and instantly falls asleep ; even if he really wants to, taking a shower can wait until tomorrow.

[CONCERT D2] “Aright, medley starting with Blood Sweat & Tears, Jimin 3,2,1… My blood, sweat and tears…”

As indicated by the in-ears, the song starts as Jimin says its first lines, causing the crowd to scream. Usually, he loves this, all of the fan’s cheers and attention, being on stage while giving his maximum and offering the best performance he can. He thrives off of those feelings but, tonight… tonight’s a different time.

Guess if we could explain it, we would probably say that it’s because he is exhausted. I mean, after travelling all over the world and working hard everyday, who wouldn’t be ?

However, this feeling of uncertainty is still there, in the back of his mind and Jimin can’t totally escape it. Of course, when he’s on stage he tries not to let anything show but the other members who know him best can’t help but notice that something seems off.

**

After more songs and intense choreographies closely followed by the fan’s cheers and screams, it is *finally* time for a break. Almost all members rush to the changing rooms or the restrooms, quenching their thirst on the way. Only Jimin and Jungkook stay behind, both laying on the floor and trying as much as they can to catch their breath to move again. Anyone passing by could hear their whimpers.

“I- I think I- I hurt my- my arm” Jimin says with huge effort

He probably did a move too big and hurt himself while dancing… what a common yet avoidable mistake. Staff members give him more water and oxygen, one trying to massage his shoulder in an attempt to relieve the pain.

“Come on, we only have 10 minutes” Jaesung (staff member) gestures him as he offers his arm, puts Jimin back on his feet and slowly walks him towards the changing room.

Glancing back, Jimin sees Jungkook struggling to stand up. A man he cannot remember the name of is helping him and the pained expression on Jungkook's face doesn’t go unnoticed.

After what, everything goes black and Jimin's head hits the ground, everyone too caught off guard to react.

//

Jimin is only half conscious while the staff lays him back down and tries to cool down his body. He can hear the members' panicked voices as they move closer to see what’s going on. Upon understanding, Namjoon tells everyone to step back and finish changing. The concert-tour doctor is quick to come and tells the staff what to do as he analyses the situation.

Laying there, ice packs around his neck and his legs lifted up nicely by someone, Jimin feels nice. He wants to stay there and actually fall asleep but he knows everyone is counting on him : the fans, the staff, his bandmates… himself too.

Suddenly, he wants to cry. Scream at how unfair his lifestyle is. How unfair it is that he needs to act normal after fainting and how he just wants to rest when he needs to be performing on stage and give out some energy he doesn’t have anymore.

Time seems to slow when he opens his eyes and comes back to himself. His legs are put down and he is brought to a chair where we take care of him and tape his body a little bit more. Then, before he knows it, he is fully dressed and ready to climb on stage

Show must go on, he thinks with a smile as they are about to go back.

Namjoon turns around, catches his eyes and smiles reassuringly at him.

It’s okay,

Tears prickle at the corner of Jimin’s eyes and he quickly wipes them away before anyone could noticed.

it always is.

///

The concert ends in a blur of thanks, tears and smiles.

Just like that, about a year of touring and performing has ended. The last chapter of an era that is to be replaced by a new one soon.

Once out of the stage and hidden from the fan’s eyes, everyone sits down, backs on the wall, catching their breath and drinking more water. Despite the exhaustion, they all smile ; happy the concert went well, happy they did their best, happy the fans were enjoying it, just... happy.

After a very short debriefing of the concert, everyone decides it is best to go back to the hotel.

Jimin probably zones out once again, or his body goes on automatic mode, because the only memory he has after that is being in his room, absently sat on the chair as someone is knocking on his door. Expecting Jungkook or Taehyung holding a camera and filming live, he is surprised to see Yoongi standing in front of him. The smile he had plastered on hid face slightly fades.

“I see you haven’t changed yet…” the elder mumbles “Namjoon is with Tae and Kook, they’re live right now. He asked me to check up on you. How are you feeling ?”

Yoongi steps in as Jimin walks back to his bed.

“ Tired, sleepy, sad…? I don’t know. Guess I just need some sleep. - Probably a shower too" Yoongi laughs “You should go shower and eat something after that, alright ? - Y- yeah, I’ll do that. Come over with Jin after if you want. I mean, if he hasn’t planned on doing another mukbang live thing… - It’s called Eat Jin ‘you tiny idiot’" Yoongi mimics Seokjin, making both of them chuckle.

Then, he stands up and approaches Jimin.

“You got us really worried earlier. Take care of you for the next couple of days okay, be sure to rest and eat enough, okay?”

Jimin nods and Yoongi pats his shoulder lightly in order not to hurt him and walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Jimin proceeds to slowly remove his clothes while going to the bathroom. A glance at the mirror tells him there is much more tape on his back than he thought. He tries to slowly remove it but it just hurts so he gives up and walks inside the shower. The hot water instantly relaxes his muscles as he places his palms on the wall in front of him, looking down at his feet.

For a moment, only the pitter-patter of the shower disturbs the silence. Until Jimin's thoughts take him back to tonight’s behind the scenes and how he fainted. How he made everyone worry about him when he just wanted to do well. He suddenly feels like he ruined everyone’s night and quietly starts to sob.

He rests his back against the wall and lets himself slide down to the floor. Closed eyes, head against the wall, Jimin lets the warm water run across his face.

“How tired am I really, huh?” He murmurs, his words drowned by the water falling.

***

The night seemed to last only one second, almost as if you closed your eyes and it was the morning when you opened them again.

And so the next day comes without any warning. Like he didn’t sleep at all, Jimin is left with a heavy fatigue that will probably need to be hidden with some concealer and sunglasses. He feels restless as he looks around through lidded eyes.

The hotel’s bedroom is still pretty dim, the curtains blocking most of the light, and Jimin assumes it is close to noon. He wants to turn around to bury his head in the pillow but, as he moves his arms, he feels a sting in his shoulder and stops moving.

Next to him, the light of his phone catches his attention and Jimin reaches out to grab it. Another strike of pain in his left shoulder hits him and he can no longer deny that it hurts. A lot.

Few notifications show that the group chat composed of himself and his six bandmates has been quite active.

AM 10:48 | Namjoon : PDnim told me that our ride back home is at 2PM. You better pack your bags soon and be ready by 1:50

11:36 | Yoongi : please don’t forget anything in your room this time

11:36 | Jungkook : yeah I'm not lending you my earphones again, Namjoon. Last time I did, you lost them in the airplane :((

11:37 | Namjoon : I DID buy you new earphones when we arrived…

11:38 | Seokjin : yes please Joon don’t lose anything again because my patience will go missing as well!!!

Jimin smiles as he reads the the texts from his friends.

PM 12:00 | Jimin : Be sure to double check your room before leaving y’all, I’ll be ready at the car by 1:30pm

12:00 | Namjoon : are you feeling better Jimin ?

12:01 | Taehyung : did you sleep well ??

12:01 | Hoseok : want me to come over and help you pack?

12:01 | Hoseok : if your shoulder still hurts, you shouldn’t do any effort or move around too much…

12:01 | Yoongi : yes resting is important :(

Guilt overwhelms Jimin and he blames himself for making his friends worry.

12:02 | Jimin : It’s okay guys I’m fine don’t worry :,)

He puts his phone back on the nightstand before he can see anyone's answer and lays back on the bed. He has about an hour to get ready. Jimin sighs and runs a hand over his face and through his hair.

I don't want to get up, he thinks.

But he knows he has to.

As Jimin stands from the bed, he can feel his muscles stiffen and hurt. He massages his left shoulder and goes down to the arm in hope to loosen a bit the tension but quickly realises his efforts are going to waste and stops. Yesterday’s tape is slowly coming off and Jimin starts pulling on it, ripping apart thin body hair.

He walks towards the bathroom and each move causes his body to ache a bit more. I pushed myself too hard again.

Jimin holds himself onto the marble sink, the sharp pain makes it hard for him to move around properly. He takes in the bags under his eyes and his tired expression. A cold splash of water across his face will surely help reduce the puffiness of his face, he thinks. For a second, he looks at himself, studies his features and start to think about a life where his biggest problem would be to pay rent or meet a deadline. Not always appear perfect. Once again, Jimin sighs and shakes his head with an ironic smile.

Slowly, he falls back into the usual ‘get ready, go out and smile’ routine he has been following these days.

Only a few hours before he is back into their house and reunited with his dear bed he longs to sleep on.

Sadly, Jimin’s day doesn’t go as smooth as he hoped. Firstly, an horrific amount of paparazzi were waiting outside starting 1pm, making it impossible to get to the car without being harassed by their cameras. He had to wait an extra hour for all the members to come down. The car finally left at around 3pm.

Then, to his great disappointment, a last minute change was made into their schedule and the group was supposed to attend yet another tv show. Jimin’s tiredness made him very easily irritable and that change in his programs only fueled his snappiness. The host wouldn’t stop asking them question and Jimin struggled to hide his annoyance behind sweet answers and smiles, all that while hiding the fact that his arm needed to be taken care of. The hectic day only increased Jimin’s pain.

The night has long fallen when Jimin finally comes back home in The Hill. His “I'm fine” act seemed convincing enough because no one is trying to help him carry his bag back into his room. Jimin painfully drags it to his room.

However, just as he is about to arrive inside his room, he stumbles and his injured shoulder crushes against the doorframe. Nausea immediately takes over Jimin and he rushes to the bathroom before kneeling in front of the toilet and vomiting whatever was left inside his stomach. Pain can make you do wonderful things. After that, he leans against the cold wall and steady his breath. Tears slowly fall on their own. He’s thirsty and his throat is on fire, hence why Jimin stands up and walks inside his bedroom where he’s certain to find a bottle of water. He downs it in no time and doesn’t bother putting on a pajama as he takes off his clothes and lays down on the bed.

Another exhausting day comes to an end as Jimin closes his eyes and he prays for the next ones to be calmer and more relaxing.

CURRENT UPDATE✍️: Chap 2 is done 🥲 I will just proof-read everything and weed/edit out some stuff then I’ll post it really really soon! I hope ya’ll get to like it as much as I enjoyed writing it 🥺

I really love OC Y/N and Producer! Min Yoongi (AU). I know I’ve been saying it alot 😭 as much as I want to hold on to them, I need to try and make this story brief... and end it soon, but not on next chap tho. I’m still starting to write, so I don’t know if I am ready for a long series 😅 there are alot of things I still need to learn and improve in terms of writing so yeah. Maybe someday, I’ll probably make one 🥲

I hope everyone is having a great today!!! Until then

Seesaw (I)

Genre: Mature/Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Friends with benefits, Producer! Min Yoongi (AU), Fuck girl! OC Y/N (AU), Neighbors AU (a Spin-Off to “Moving On”)

Warning: NSFW! alot of kissing (torrid, soft, neck, and down under😉), protected sex (you can never go wrong with a rubber on, kids!), oral sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of nipple pierce (pls don’t kill me 😣), mentions of cheating, appears to be pwp but i swear there’s a plot in this..so bear with me please😖, elevator buddies (lol. thanks ggukieland for mentioning this) to eventual lovers. I’m ending this in good terms 😌

Synposis: His outfits always in black, and if not black then it must be in dark muted tones. You pressed the button on the elevator floor, and positioned yourself at the edge. You watched his back from a distance, and turned away if he moves his head. You were always the one who start your small conversation with him: From “good day” to “good night” to “that’s interesting (whatever it is you find ‘interesting’ from him, even though you were interested in him more than the item)” and other things. You and your little crush to your neighbor who lived on the 18th floor.

Until one rainy night, all drenched and cold, and your eyes smudged all over with kohl, you found him waiting for you inside the elevator. His body slacked on the edge, hair unkept, his jacket barely settled on his shoulder while holding on to an empty bottle of scotch.

“Rough night?” he asked while you moved to the other side of the lift,  pressing the button from the elevator immediately closing its door.

“Yeah, seems you had one too?” you watched him attempt to position himself upright in amusement.

He drank from the empty bottle before he replied and realized straightaway that it’s been drained.

An idea came up to you suddenly and you asked: “I have more of that in my place. Wanna come over?”

A/N: Yoongi have been tormenting me of his visual for weeks and I just have to. Also I owe Producer!Min Yoongi to be happy. :( I hope you’ll enjoy “Seesaw” as much I enjoyed writing it. I decided to make it a mini-series because ideas are just piling up for the two.

And yep, mood song is “Seesaw” by Suga 💖

Thank you: @ggukkieland​ @sugaaddiction​

Word count: 7,190k

“Good morning” you said upon entering inside the elevator. You walked past him and placed your back on the steel wall for support.

“Good morning”  he replied, eyes blinking.

You opened your insulated tumbler to drink your freshly brewed hot coffee you made before leaving your apartment, when you noticed something particularly interesting from the lone stranger you’re with inside the lift. “Nice bean hat” you complimented.

“It’s a gift from my friend” he looks up at the elevator screen, monitoring what floor you two are currently in before it hits the ground floor. “That coffee smells nice, Ethiopian beans?” he turned his head a little to your direction, but wasn’t trying to look back at you particularly.

“No, Tanzania Peaberry” you took a sip and levelled your eyes to the decreasing number before the elevator digital screen until it hits ‘Lobby’. “Well, have a good day!” you smiled at him as you walked pass through his side. Yoongi let you leave first, like a true gentleman that he is.

It was always the same dry and small conversation. Always the same feeling whenever he is around. Your little crush on the man living on the 18th floor.

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Edward

Edward is actually not a new character concept, but this is the first time he’s been actually talked about. 

Edward is Asmodeus’s human husband. He was born in the 1800s. He was never religious and could see through the fog of inhuman and human.

In his mid twenties he met a person. Their appearance never changed but everyone thought it did. He tried telling people how they looked but no one believed him. 

Eventually Edward went up to the person. He asked the person why the fuck this was happening and the person just laughed. 

“How interesting” the person mused. The person began to explain themselves. A demon of love and lust. The fog. Everything. 

Edward wanted to know more. Thus, he asked Asmodeus to have dinner, starting a relationship that would last an eternity. 

Asmodeus’s father, Lucifer, never really like Edward but either way a wedding happened. Edward was granted a spot in hell's hierarchy when his time on earth was deemed to be up. 

Quite possibly one of the most wonderful things I have read in a while. @bonvoyagenoona this is just beautiful.

Soft & Sad & Happy & Something Else | KSJ

Genre: Songfic based on Breathless by Shayne Ward

Pairings: Jin x Reader

Rating: 18+ / Mature / Explicit

Themes & Content Warnings: Fluff, smut, comfort, strangers to lovers, slow-ish burn, oral, vaginal, fingering

Word Count: 4.6k

Author’s Note: For @skyys-universe‘s ask! I haven’t published a songfic before. Loved the imagery and the feels. I really hope you like it, and that it elicits the feels you wanted! 💜

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Kim Seokjin is soft.

You guess based on the way he’s smiling so warmly at you from across the table. He started at work a month ago, and though you’ve been assigned to show him the ropes, you still barely know him. First dates aren’t your forte, you whined, but as your sister smoothed the wrinkle on the back of your gorgeous new dress and gave you a kiss on the cheek for luck, she reminded you that first dates weren’t really anyone’s forte.

Sighing, you rest your chin in your hand, elbow on the table, fingers pressing lightly onto your cheek, as if trying to reach her. As if trying to activate the beacon. A signal for help.

The reason you need help is because Kim Seokjin’s warm smile hits like gasoline on the kindling in your chest.

It’s actually Kim Seokjin who needs the help. His smile is so warm because over the course of twenty-eight days, twelve hours, a goat cheese salad, prime rib, and a shared chocolate cake, the candle that he lit in worship of you has turned into a torch that he will carry for you.

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in dreams

genre. strangers to lovers? time travel au. angst. fluff.

pairing. jungkook x reader

summary. in her dreams, she sees the familiar face of a man she’s met before at the same train station. both have never spoken a word but he looks at her like he knows her. she’s afraid she’s falling in a never-ending maze of unrequited love. only if she knew she was completely wrong.

warnings. the smallest tint of smut (it’s barely there). suicidal thoughts. suicide. main character death. explicit language. & much more that will be added later.

note. this isn’t really a teaser, it’s more of an introduction to my drabble collection. i don’t really know what i’m doing but i have always wanted to write about time travel. i think starting with drabbles will help me work my way up to actually writing oneshots about it. 

release date. tbd

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Dreadful how a couple nights ago she couldn’t sleep no matter how hard she tried to keep her eyes shut. She tried desperately to lull herself into deep sleep. Though it proved to be a challenge when she kept reminiscing about the warm summer days spent with her lover.

Loneliness bared a troubled mind in her when she wasn’t thinking of him. He was almost a kind of cure for her. Others would have disagreed and claimed he wasn’t in any way a healing hand. No, he was a drug. 

Now she felt that the sun had replaced the moon in the sky. Her eyes were brought up to stare at the harmful light of the lonely star. Without any warning, someone came behind her and wrapped their arms around her waist. The scent of vanilla made itself present in the air.

“Jungkook.”

It was barely a whisper. 

Summer days. Traveling hand in hand, searching for a promise of love. Certain it would never fade away. Walking through fields of fruit and life. Their smiles and shared looks found a place in each other's hearts. Settled near a river, drinking away their remaining sorrows. Enjoying the fullness of cherries and wine. 

Kissing and making love.

To be separated from such a man, god that sounded like a crime. Visible to the eye was the look of desire. Though it wasn’t lust. It was pure love and a tint of passion. Surrounded by the wind when the sun set. All she could think was that only heaven tasted as good as him. 

Nights wrapped in warm embraces. Honey paired with lips that kissed so deeply, they cut right through her bliss. Touches that sent shivers down her spine. Unforgettable was to feel his every emotion through his hips that moved to the sound of her need.

Now she must have recognized this was all a dream. In reality, his very being was never tangible. She never got to hold him or love the way she wanted. She’d remember his face, the looks he’d give her.

Though that was all. Nothing else was given to satiate her hunger for him. For him to show her what it meant to be loved. To be touched, to be known in ways only another person could understand. 

In dreams. Only in dreams.

⚘ Steve Harrington x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

— content warnings: potential spoilers, Y/N being a bit of a bitch, no happy ending, mentions of toxic relationship, use of the word slut, bullying

— word count: 4.1k

School was my least favorite place to be at the moment. Ever since me and Billy Hargrove broke up, everything seemed to go by slower than usual.

I now missed how during lessons Billy would always find a way to leave his class and visit me in mine, whether it be just standing in the doorway, or telling the teacher that I was needed somewhere else.

I just wanted to know when our relationship started to turn bitter, when our conversations would always turn into fights, and our dates would end in one of us leaving the other.

I glanced at the door, hoping that he would be there, that there was a chance for us to make things right with each other.

Hope sparked in my chest when I met a pair of brown eyes in the doorway, he came back! A small smile formed on my lips but quickly fell into a frown after seeing who it was.

Steve Harrington

He stood by the door awkwardly, a small smile pulled up on his face as he looked at me. My brows furrowed, why would he be here? I looked around trying to see if he were here for someone else in the class.

Ah, of course. My eyes now looked at the back of Nancy Wheeler's head. He was here for her.

A slight chuckle escaped my lips, I felt bad for the lovesick boy. It was clear as day that he was still in love with her, and that he never fully grasped the fact that they were no longer together.

I looked back at Steve, only to find that his eyes were still on me? My eyebrows pulled together, 'why are you here?' I mouthed to him, hoping he could understand what I was asking.

He looked confused for a second before replying 'I need to talk to you.'

I contemplated what he said for a moment, should I even bother? I looked at Nancy, who sat in front of me, wondering if it had something to do with her.

I was thinking of saying no, but my curiosity got the best of me, 'okay.' his brows lifted a little before he gave me a small thumbs up and left.

After what seemed like forever the bell rang, luckily it was my lunch period now, so I wouldn't have to make an excuse for the teacher as to why I would have missed class.

I packed all my notes and papers in my bag before I zipped it up and swung it over one shoulder. I made my way through the maze of students and desks till I was finally out of the door.

I looked around for Steve but he was nowhere to be found, and the only problem was; he didn't give me a place to meet him.

I looked around once more, until I shrugged and started to walk to the lunch room. but before I got the chance I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I looked over my shoulder, the first thing I saw were his light brown curls and usual denim jacket. I wanted to ask him what happened to us, I had so many questions for him. But I decided against it, knowing I probably wouldn't like the answer.

"So, you though Harrington would be the best way to get over me." A smirk played on his lips, but his eyes showed otherwise, they looked filled with... regret? Or even anger?

I swallowed, "what do you mean Billy? I barely even talk to him."

He inhaled a sharp breath before speaking once more, "then why was he outside of your class? Why was he doing exactly what I used to do?"

I pulled my eyebrows together, looking down. I didn't know what to say, I could try to tell him that we weren't doing anything, but I knew that he would think I'm lying.

"Hey-" His hand grabbed my chin and made me look at him, his touch was soft, gentle. "Look at me when I talk to you." His voice was just as comforting as his touch.

I felt like melting, "Billy, it wasn't at all what it looked like. He just said he wanted to talk after class." I looked away once more, my chest hurt, I just wanted things to go back to the way they were. I didn't want Steve- I wanted him. I wanted him back

We both stayed quiet for a while, the only sounds came from the students surrounding us in the hallway, reminding me that we weren't alone. I looked up, but this time I didn't look at Billy I looked at the students around us.

Many people looked at us as they passed, suddenly making me feel like all eyes were on us. I quickly took a step away from Billy, not wanting people to look at us any longer.

For a second it felt like Billy's heart had been shot with an arrow, an arrow that they'd shot. The only reason he saw Steve standing outside of your classroom was because he was there to do the same thing, he was hoping that he could pull you out of class like he used to do, and finally talk to you.

Billy wanted you back. And if Steve was going to be in his way, then he needed to know.

"Sorry, but I've gotta go." You walked away from Billy before he got the chance to reply. He turned around, watching you leave, just as he had the day he decided to break things off with you.

When I walked away from Billy I didn't know what to do. I knew that he wanted me to stay away from Steve (even though he hadn't actually said it) but I wanted to know what Steve wanted to talk to me about.

I decided on walking down to the cafeteria to get a drink before my next class, as I walked down the staircase I saw Steve leaning against the wall at the bottom.

Steve looked up once he heard someone coming down the stairs, hoping it was Y/N. And to his surprise it was.

"I was wondering if you would actually show up." He scratched the back of his neck, not knowing how to start the conversation.

"I ran into an old friend in the hall, we talked for a bit." Y/N's answer was short and blunt, only making this more difficult for Steve.

"Cool, cool. So, uh- I have a favor to ask you?" He said, he was obviously nervous about what he was asking for.

"you have a favor to ask? Or you have a favor to ask." I was messing with him. He was silent for a moment, trying to understand what she just said, "look I'm just messing with you. What do you need?"

He let out a breathy laugh before deciding to finally get to the point, "So before I start I just wanna say that you can say no to this, I get it if you think it's weird-" He was rambling, so I decided to try and hurry him up, "just get to the point."

"Will you go out with me?"

I froze. Wasn't he just dating Nancy? Doesn't he know I just recently broke up with Billy?

I must've clearly looked confused and concerned because Steve spoke up once more, "I mean like, fake date? I get that it sounds weird, but it would benefit both of us."

"How exactly would this help either of us" I was incredibly skeptical of this idea, he must have had some sort of ulterior motive, right?

"Well I know you and Billy broke up a while ago, and me and Nance recently did to. So I was thinking we could act like we got together and try to make them jealous." I only blinked in response.

"Wouldn't this only make things worse? I mean Billy hates you, so he would only hate me for getting with you because he knows that I know that he hates you. You know?" Now I was the one rambling, but it was only because I didn't quite know how to respond to him, he wasn't joking when he said this was a weird favor.

"I mean there's only one way to find out." He simply shrugged his shoulders to my question.

I was about to answer, but a student suddenly came charging down the staircase. I moved out of he way, "excuse you!" I shouted after the boy.

"Maybe we should talk about this after school so we have less, interruptions." Steve suggested, I was silent for a moment wondering if this was a good idea.

"Alright, but we're going somewhere where we won't be seen by people from school, okay?"

He smiled as he spoke, "deal."

The chilly wind nipped at my face as I walked towards the empty park, we'd both agreed that this was a good spot to talk considering it was the middle of winter and no one would want to be outside in the cold.

I looked around for a bench that I could sit on while I waited, but I spotted something better, the swing-set. I smiled before I walked over a took a seat on one of the swings, the metal chains holding the swing were cold to the touch as I held on and gently swung back and fourth.

"Having fun?" I looked towards the voice, it was Steve.

"Yeah, didn't you know winter is the best time to come to the playground, because then you don't have to wait." I grinned at the boy. He smiled in response.

"Well, we should get down to business." He spoke as he took a seat on the swing next to mine.

"First off if were going to do this, I need you to agree to one thing."

"Sure, what is it?"

"This ends the second one of us says so, it doesn't matter if it worked or not, if either of us want an out then it over." I spoke, giving him no room to argue.

"Alright, anything else?" He asked.

"That's all for me, do you have anything?"

"Nope, if that's it then I think we're ready to start the mission." He smiled, did he really not have anything to add?

"Okay, but we need to make it believable, we can't just announce we're dating it'll seem too out of the blue."

"Right, well what if we go somewhere where we'll be seen together, then we can let the rumors and such take it from there?" That wasn't a half bad plan, but the only downside was the risk of the wrong idea being spread.

But whats life without a little risk?

"Okay, and how about you give me rides to and from school?" I suggested, knowing this one would mainly benefit me.

"Why? Because you don't have a personal driver anymore?" He was talking about Billy.

"Yup. You cool with that?"

"Works for me."

It became quiet, but it wasn't a weird quiet, it was comfortable. The only sounds surrounding us were the squeaking on the swing chains and the birds in the trees.

Maybe I could get used to this.

"So, what's our story gonna be?" Steve asked before he took a sip of his coffee.

After our meet up in the park we decided it was a good idea to start ass soon as possible, so we came to one of the more popular cafe's in Hawkins.

"What do you mean 'story'?"

"I mean, how did we start talking? Who asked who out, you know, the basics." He stated as if he was used to this.

"Uh, I don't know. How about you decide since you seem to be familiar with this kind of stuff." I joked, Steve stiffened.

A small chuckle left my lips at his nervousness.

"Well how about this; after Nance broke up with me, you saw that I wasn't handling it too well and decided to help me through it, considering you were in a similar situation recently with Billy. One thing led to another, I asked you out, and we start dating." He made that entire story up surprisingly fast, especially considering I out him on the spot.

"Wow, have you been thinking out this for a while?" I laughed at the brunette.

He smiled, "Well it's better to be prepared than risk getting caught," I almost didn't catch what he was saying because I was looking at his smile. It was such a genuine smile, it had caught me off guard.

I stared at him for a moment before catching myself, I couldn't be doing this, I wanted Billy, and Steve wanted Nancy. We could never work, especially if we were in a real relationship.

"Well Harrington, we'll stick to your story, and see where everything goes from there." I gave him a small smile, "I have to go, I gotta catch up on some work for Chemistry."

"Oh, why don't I drive you home." He quickly stood up.

"I'd like that, especially considering it'd be a 4 mile walk to my house."

I grabbed my bag and opened it up, digging for my wallet to pay for the bill. But just as I had found it, Steve was walking up to the register with a 10$ bill in hand.

"Steve-," I started but was interrupted when the woman took his money, simply handing him the change and receipt once she was done.

I stood still for a moment before putting my wallet back in the bag, and walked over to stand by Steve, "You know you didn't have to pay right?"

"Well it's the right thing to do considering you are my girlfriend." He grinned at me before holding the glass door open for me, I rolled my eyes before walking out to the car.

He stuck the key in the car door, unlocking his door than mine. I quickly opened the door, wanting to get out of the cold as soon as possible.

"What's your address?" Steve asked me as he buckled his seat belt and re-adjusted his rear view mirror.

"436 Cornwallis Street." Steve stopped what he was doing and looked at me, "what?" I simply asked, as I buckled my seat belt.

"No way, we live on the same street? And I never noticed you?" He asked, clearly shocked by the new information.

"Yeah?" I furrowed my eyes, it's not like this was a big deal.

"What a small world." He mumbled to himself as he started the car.

The drive was quiet, the one sound was the soft roar of the car engine, and the car radio.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

I groaned, as I slowly opened my eyes to turn my alarm off and get ready for the long day ahead of me.

I first ventured to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and hair before I returned to my room and picked out a pair of jeans and a warm sweater.

"Y/N, there's a boy here for you!" My mother shouted from the kitchen.

A boy? who would bet here this early in the-. I stopped my thought before I could finish. Steve. Of course, how could I forget the deal that I made with his this fast.

I grabbed the backpack and swung it over one shoulder as I walked down the stairs. I was greeted with my mom sitting at the kitchen table chatting with Steve over a cup of coffee.

I coughed, grabbing their attention.

Steve looked over and smiled as he set his coffee on the table, "Hey babe, you look good today."

My body tensed up as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, he must've noticed this because he turned it into a quick hug rather than holding onto to me for a while.

"Thanks."

Steve furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to why she was acting like this when just yesterday everything seemed fine.

"Y/N, are you going to introduce me to this young man?" My mother asked, leaving me no room to say no.

"This is Steve, my boyfriend." She gave us a bright smile.

"How come I'm only hearing about him now? Oh I have a few questions." I cut he off before she could ask of of them.

"Well we have to get to school, I'll see you later?"

"Sorry hun, I have a late shift, but I'll see you tomorrow," she hugged me and kissed my forehead, "I love you hun, be safe."

I nudged Steve's arm and started to walk out of the door, not waiting to see if he was behind me.

"Hey are you okay? He asked me as he unlocked his door, then mine.

I opened the car door and got in, "Yeah I'm fine. But we should get going before we're late." I added in, hoping to change the topic

"Y/N, what's up with you? You were fine with this yesterday, now your acting all freaked out." He ignored my comment, continuing to push fro an answer.

I sighed, "Steve, we're not actually together so you don't need to know every detail in my life, okay?"

His face fell as he looked at me, I swear I saw hurt flash in his eyes for a moment, but just as soon as it came, it was gone. I turned my head towards the window, hoping that he would finally give up.

He did.

The rest of the car ride was quiet, this time it was am awkward quiet unlike last time at the park.

When finally got to school Steve parked in his usual spot, but neither of us made any attempt to get out of the car.

"So, are you sure you wanna actually do this?" Steve asked, genuinely wondering if she had decided to back out of their deal.

"Yeah, Let's just make sure it's believable, especially for Billy, he has a sense of knowing when I'm lying." I cracked a small smile hoping to lighten the conversation.

He smiled back, "Of course." but something was off, his eyes told a different story, but I decided it was best to just leave it alone.

2 WEEKS LATER - HAWKINS HIGH SCHOOL

As we walked though the hallways, Steve's arm around my shoulders, I heard whispers of our names. But there was only one person that I cared about at the moment, and I was looking right at him.

Billy.

He was leaning against the lockers, talking to Tommy and Carol. I've never particularly liked either of them because for the way they treated others, including their friends.

Their conversation suddenly stopped when Carol's eyes found mine and a big grin pulled onto her face.

"Well well Y/N, you seem to be the only person people have been talking about recently, well, you and Steve." Her voice was loud as she spoke, attracting the attentions of students in the hallway.

"Carol, stop." My voice was low, I truly didn't want to deal with her at the moment, especially when Billy was less then 5 feet away.

"Why?" She taunted me, but then she saw where I was looking, "Oh, well about that."

"Carol-" Steve attempted to get her to stop, but it was useless considering they only seemed to worship Billy now.

"Still not over Billy Y/N? Oh, who am I kidding, you probably don't care, especially with you being the slut you are."

"Carol, what the hell is wrong with you-" Steve started defending me but his voice was drowned out by the students who now surrounding us and whispering to each other.

My body felt cold, what am I supposed to do in this situation? Run? Fight? Or maybe, just stay quiet and walk away.

I looked at Billy, hoping to find an answer, hoping he would help me find a way out.

He had remained in the same spot that he was in when we first walked in, but his fists were clenched, and his jaw looked tight. I just wanted him to come over and pull me into his arms, to hold me tight and hide me from the world.

I was pulled back to a semblance of reality by Steve, he had one hand on my shoulder as he stood in front of me. His face was so close to mine as he spoke to me in a soft voice.

"Hey, let's go. The longer you stay here the worse it gets, trust me." His eyes held sadness, I wasn't sure if it was for me or himself though.

I let him gently guide me through the hallways, and thousands of thoughts were running through my head as Steve held on to my arm and looked for a place where we could get away from the people around us.

I was snapped back in to reality by someone lightly shaking my shoulder. Looking over, I saw Steve, "Are you okay..?" He seemed nervous when he asked the question.

We were in an empty classroom. The teacher must've had lunch this period.

"I'm fine, though I'm a little aggravated because you 'little plan', isn't working. If anything it's making things worse." I was angry.

I was angry at Steve, Carol, Tommy, hell even Billy.

None of this would be happening if he would have just talked to me, but instead of trying to fix us, he destroyed us.

Steve brows furrowed, "You can't pin all of this on me. You agreed to this too." He pointed at me, making sure he point would get through.

"Right, of course. God forbid that the great king Steve does anything wrong." I scoffed and looked away from the boy.

"We're not talking about me. We're talking about you because I can tell that there's something going one, you just need to talk to me." His voice was filled with what seemed like... desperation?

"Of course there's something wrong Steve! I lost the only person that ever gave a fuck about me, and now I have to pretend I'm in love with you to get him back! But it's only making things worse, and I'm never going to get him back." My voice had turned in to sobs the more I talked.

Tears slowly fell down my face at the thought of Billy. I missed the way his arms felt like home, or the way he brought color to my dull world.

Steve's heart broke a little as he watched the girl in front of him fall apart. All he wanted to do was pull her in to his arms, make all of her pain go away. But he knew there was only one person who could help her, and that wasn't him.

For now he would have to watch and hope that as time went on she would forget Billy, and start to look at him. She would see that he was waiting for her with open arms, and he would go to any lengths for her.

But until the time came he'd wait for her, no matter how long it may take.

"Y/N, he's not the only person that cares about you." His voice was gentle, soothing almost.

"He is. So don't talk about me as if you know anything about me, because before this week we never even spoke to each other." I wiped my eyes as I spoke.

He didn't reply, he merely looked down at his feet. I felt bad for him now that I thought about what I've said to him. Even though this was strictly a deal meant to benefit the both of us, he still looked out for me.

Neither of us spoke.

"I think... maybe... it's time for us to end this." Steve's eyes shot up to meet mine.

"Hold on- Y/N think about what you're saying right now." His voice was rushed, as if he thought that if he didn't talk now, then he wouldn't have another chance to.

"I'm sorry Steve, this just isn't working. It's only making things worse between me and Billy, and I haven't seen you talk to Nancy in weeks."

Yeah, but-" He tried to defend his case, but I interrupted him before he got the chance.

"I said no Steve." I looked at him one last time before walking out the the classroom.

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college prompts 📚📓🖊☕️

a works at a retail store. b decides to surprise them at their job and get eat together when a has a break.

b got sick so a goes to class and let’s the professor know. a takes double the notes and gives them to b.

a is lost on campus and asks a random stranger, b, for help. b helps and they realize they have a similar schedule.

b and a are roommates but one day b comes home and doesn’t see a at all. it’s midterms week and a has been studying all day and night. b packs some food and goes looking in the library for a.

a is studying for a test that is 60% of their grade but b somehow convinces a to go out and have some fun.

a and b have been childhood friends for years but lost contact with one another. however, the first day of the semester, they see each other in the same class.

b needs a textbook and goes to the library to get it. when they get to the bookshelf, their hand and another is on the textbook. the hand, belonging to a.

You make my World Freeze 💙✨💫🫂

Chapter 1 | Mr. & Mrs. Tastebuds

When one of your names is said in conversation, a beaming smile is sure to follow on each of your faces...

You and Han Jisung are best friends, soulmates, the literal Ying to each other's Yang.

But could you be more than that.....

Synopsis: Sarice had moved to Korea to continue to pursue an education at one of the best Universities there. Like any other day, she walks into the local cafe to get her regular "unique" order. When it turns out, it's not just unique to you, but to The 4th Gen Ace himself, Han Jisung; who just so happened to be standing next to her taking his order at the same time as you. From there a friendship bloomed, but other feelings trickled in that may put a thorn in her relationship with him.

Sarice and Han Jisung

When one of their names are said by the other, or by someone else in conversation, a smile that beams brighter than actual light itself appears on each of their faces.

~~

I had moved to Korea years ago to start university and begin pursuing an education in Korean History and language. Growing up in a place like NYC, discovering new cultures was a norm. But my love for learning and my naturally inquistive nature led me to being fascinated with details about any culture, and what made it unique.

So I decided after gaining a degree in Anthropology, it was time to go global. And Korea was number 1 on my list.

Now, I have been a fan of K Pop since 2NE1. CL stole my heart and I wouldn't even attempt to try to get it back from her. Then there was Shinee, Big Bang, Girls Generation, 4 Minute...... the list goes on!

As of today, my Ult Groups are Stray Kids, BTS, Ateez, and Seventeen. I found each of these groups in times in my life where I truly felt it was destiny for me to find them when I did. And for that reason, they all hold special places in my heart.

~~

It was almost the end of my first year in uni. I was honestly expecting myself to struggle a lot, but I managed to pass my classes enough to keep my A- average!

I had gotten an earlier than usual start to my day to make sure I had a bit of extra time to just sit and chill at my new found favorite cafe. It's also conveniently a block away from campus, so it's a win win for me.

I walk inside the cafe and get hit with lavender, cinnamon, and ground coffee in my nostrils. I never get tired of feeling like I'm stepping into a quaint cottage with those scents in the air. Brick walls, stained cedar wood tile floors with matching tables and chairs, and an endless rotation of tropical plants. The cafe screams comfort corner, and it's why it's become my favorite.

I make my way to the cashier and am greeted by Lisa, who always somehow manages to be the one to be at the register when I come in the cafe and place my order. But I ain't complaining, cause I swear she put's magic in the Hazelnut Cold Brews when I order them. She's around my height (5'10"), an asymmetrical bob cut with a shego green color dye, and a slim built. She has a sweet and genuine smile, cause she really loves her job and it shows.

As if by a freak accident, as I'm telling my order to Lisa, a deep but soft voice says word for word my exact same order. It legit took me a moment to realize that my voice wasn't doubled but that there was someone next to me placing their order at the same time I was.

I stare bug eyed at Lisa and I was legit frozen. My social cues went out the window as my anxiety started kicking in. Lisa flashed a reassuring smile and gently motioned her head to the side, signaling for me to turn and look at whoever it was next to me. I took a shuddered deep breathe, and slowly turned to the left to get a look at who apparently, has the same taste in food as me. It was a man. Chocolate brown frays of hair were peeking out from under a black beanie. Black/Brown boba eyes that shined like the reflection of light off a creek in spring time. Cheeks that just made me want to pinch them, they were round and looked so soft (I didn't by the way, even though I REALLY wanted to). He wore an oversized, baggy, black distressed shirt, paired with baggy, flared bottom jeans, and chunky platform converse. My eyes made their way back up to his face, and I realized who I was standing in front of.

Han FUCKING Jisung!

1/3 of 3racha, the production, rapline and Ace of Stray Kids.

I was internally screaming!!

I didn't realize how zoned out I was until a small, deep toned chuckle left his lips.

"I-I I'm sorry. I-I just didn't t-think someone would have the same taste in coffee as me." I somehow manage to get those words out my lips, and I'm mentally slapping myself on the forehead for my stupid stuttering. My eyes went straight to the floor that I wish would just swallow me up at this point.

"Well......" He says with a pause. My head shoots up to see him looking at me with the warmest smile. "That just means we have superior taste buds." He had such a reassuring look in his eyes, that it melted away any bit of embarrasment that was settling in my body. With that, a small smile appears on my face.

"Well Mr. Superior Taste Buds......" I reach my hand over to grab my order from off the counter, that was actually sitting there ready for a few minutes already. "I have a bit of time to spare and would love to hear your take on food, care to join me?" My smile widens and I give him a wink. I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE FUCK THE WINK CAME FROM, BUT A BITCH WAS BEING BOLD THAT DAY.

His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes slightly widen at my sudden showing of boldness. He was quite impressed and deep down inside thankful that she made the first move, cause his heart was RACING.

A small smirk comes across his face. Keeping eye contact with me, he reaches his hand out to pick up his order from the counter. "That would be nice, Mrs. Superior Taste Buds." He winks back at me and puts his hand out for me to grab it.

AXZVXBHEJHOESHVKJSGHR

WHAT DO YOU MEAN MRS.?!?!???!?!

With no hesitation, my hand finds it's way to his. As our palms touch, a warmth surged through my body and my cheeks felt hot. Now me being a black woman, I don't usually have a visible blush.

BUT BABY............ THIS MAN HAD ME MELTING

His thumb gently rubbed over my fingers and knuckles. "I'll take you to my favorite table to sit at." He turns towards the back of the cafe leading the way. I turn my head to quickly steal a look at Lisa who was SHOOK at what just happened in front of her eyes. "WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THIS TOMORROW" she silently mouths to me, and I give her a quick thumbs up, turning my head and my attention back to Han.

~~

From that day at the cafe to 3 years later. I'm in my last year at university and best friends with Han Jisung.

Life has been nothing short of amazing, especially with gaining 7 brothers, aka the other members of Stray Kids. If I'm not hanging out with Han, I'm on facetime with Channie as he's in the studio and I'm studying, spamming Lee Know with Cat memes, roasting red carpet celebrity looks with I.N, having a personalized gym routine made by Changbin and having him occasionally join me in working out, trading obscure recipes with Felix and trying them out together, dance practice video calls with Hyunjin, and Seungmin volunteering himself to be my tutor while he tells me random Korean history facts. Needless to say, these boys have added so much to my life. But with that, there's a burden I've been carrying the whole time.

Han being an idol has its challenges, but we've created a system that still allows us to have quality time with each other. Today is one of the days where I get to chill with him in the studio. What he doesn't know is that I've surprised him with his favorite, his go to order from the cafe that we met at, along with a slice of chocolate cheesecake.

I make my way into the JYP building and greet the different staff members I bump into on the way to the floor the studio he's in is on. I finally make it to the elevator and immediately slump against the wall, a groan of a held in sigh leaves my mouth.

I've been in love with Han Jisung since we met in that damn cafe. It's grown into an overflowing bucket that always tries to make itself known when I'm around him, but I put a lid on it.

I really did try not to fall in love as quickly as I did but..... can you blame me?!?!?!

He laughs with his whole body but makes sure to land gentle touches on me when I'm sitting next to him during one of his laughing fits.

His eyes put fairy lights to shame, when he talks about anything he's passionate about. And it's always followed by deep conversations that I adore.

And he just always knows how I'm feeling; He's fucking psychic I swear!

He knows when to hold my hand, caress my cheek and brush strands of hair out of my face.

AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON HIS HUGS!

Time stops whenever I'm in his arms. He's my safe place.

On nights like tonight, I usually just sit in silence in the background working on assignments, while he's working on a song. Being in silence together is probably one of my favorite things I do with him. But tonight, if there is silence after my plan of pouring out my heart to him..... then I hope to God the earth actually swallows me whole this time.

~~

Hey Guys!

This is my first time writing a story like this, and I'm honestly proud of myself for taking a step into trying something new for myself.

This story was inspired by a Character AI chat I actually have for Han, lol

I accept constructive criticism but rudeness will not be tolerated!

I hope you all enjoyed the story!

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@adestayskz

@semi-semiisbae

@guqsnfics

the ex not missed (m) | ksj

❄ title: the ex not missed (m)  ❄ pairing: seokjin x reader(f) ❄ genre/rating: 18+ ; angst, humor, fluff, smut ; romcom ; holiday au, strangers to lovers au, fake dating au ❄ word count: 26.9k!! ❄ synopsis: everything was going according to plan: the promotion landed in your lap, your boyfriend was taking you on a dinner date, and you already had a fancy lodge booked to celebrate the proposal you assumed was coming. except the so-called proposal was a breakup, there were extreme cancellation fees for the resort, and your boss wouldn’t let you work because you hadn’t taken a break in months. at least that gave you an excuse to mope in solitude for a week… because nothing else could go wrong, right? (lightly based on christmas getaway (2017)) ❄ warnings: bad holiday puns and jokes (including the title), explicit language, alcohol, embarrassing moments lol, angst, post-breakup talks, dom!jin, switch!reader, fingering, penetration, seokjin is so considerate and attentive i’m sick, breast play, denied orgasms, light slapping, protective sex, slight choking, crying, oral (m/f rec), did i mention horrible holiday jokes?  ❄ publish date: july 17th, 8pm EST ❄ notes: this is a gift for the hoeliday well spent package of the christmas in july collab hosted by @kookdiaries, @kithtaehyung, and @xiaokoo! the holidays are rolling in a little bit early, so i hope you’re ready to settle down with a warm throw and a comforting mug. thank you endlessly to @kookdiaries​ for the banner and dividers for us all<3 also, this is broken up into days, so you can use them as chapters and go back to them if you need to! ❄ taglist: listed under the cut!

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Sender: Rocky Mountain Lodges

Subject: Your Yuletide Getaway is Just Around the Corner! 

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Sender: Rocky Mountain Lodges 

Subject: Confirm When Your Sleigh Arrives! 

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Sender: Rocky Mountain Lodges 

Subject: [Inquiry Response] Cancellation Fees Enclosed 

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Sender: Rocky Mountain Lodges 

Subject: Holi-Date Confirmed! See You Soon!

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Little One (M)

Jung Hoseok Oneshot

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes​

•••> Summary: You find yourself in a position where you must choose between certainly addicting or below-average satisfaction for the rest of your life.

•••> Pairing(s): Hoseok/Reader

•••> Requested by Anon: “Hey I was wondering if you could possibly do a Hoseok smut oneshot and like hes a super dom? Love you 💜”

•••> Word Count: 6.41k

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Tags: smut | ceo!au(?) | office!au | Hoseok!AU | Strangers to Lovers | Dominant!Hoseok | Submissive!Reader | 

•••> Warnings: smut, slight impreg!kink, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, mention(s) of masturbation, slight choking/strangulation, spanking, dirty talk, slight mention(s) of BDSM, dom/little one relationship, hobi is filthy, but he’s also respectful, cursing, pining, mild stalking?, alcohol use

Copyright © 2020 ilikemesometaetaes. All Rights Reserved.

Thank you for the request, anon! Sorry, it took me like a week to get it done, but here it is! I hope you enjoy :) I didn’t go back and edit it so please excuse any mistakes.

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The light from the chandeliers of the ballroom dimmed as the night came undeniably closer to its end.

The event was organized by your company- a Friday evening to relax and celebrate the closing of another fiscal year. The flurries of snow that dusted the sidewalks outside the venue served as a reminder that the year, in itself, was coming to an end too.

Smooth, Christmas-themed jazz music acted as a factor in your sleepy demeanor, relaxing you into a comfortable glow of warmth despite failing your mission.

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