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The Truth Between Us | 01

[!!] CO-WRITTEN WITH @gukyi

⇒ Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 [Finale] || epilogue

⇒ summary: a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

⇒ enemies to lovers au with various other au’s thrown in there

⇒ word count: 14k

⇒ genre: fluff, angst, drama

⇒ warnings: alcohol consumption + mentions of injury

⇒ a/n: hey guys, this is a fic written with @gukyi - we’ve both been working on for so long and for the first half of 2018. so, if you don’t send her a message too, i will come find you and shank you. other than that, thank you for reading and please enjoy!!

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I am so excited!!! This story is so good and intriguing.

One Last Time Pt.1 | myg

❆ Pairing: yoongi x female reader

❆ Genre: estranged lovers au, divorce au, angst, fluff, smut

❆ Summary: When you married Min Yoongi, you thought it was forever. Flash forward two years and all you’re left with is a crappy apartment, a broken heart and a messy divorce — all because he chose his music over you.

Just when you think your year couldn’t get any worse, the death of your grandfather has you both running back to the small town you tried so desperately to leave behind. Forced to see the man you hate and the family you haven’t spoken to in years, you dread this holiday season more than usual. However, your luck takes a turn for the better when you find out that you have inherited your grandfather’s house. There’s just one condition — you still need to be married.

Unwilling to just give up the house, your estranged husband and you come up with a plan. It’s simple.

All you have to do is pretend to be happily married, one last time.

❆ Word Count: 12.7k

❆ Writing Prompt: "If I couldn’t put up with you, no one else would ever be able to.“

❆ Chapter Warnings: cursing, stealing, YN and Yoongi are both kind of terrible people at times but its a sort of a slow burn so we’ll come to understand why eventually, legal stuff that is probably made up, mentions of sex, mentions of death, toxic family dynamics

❆ Author’s note: So, this was supposed to be a New Year’s fic but clearly I am a few weeks late. This fic is part of the amazing Resolution Revolution collab hosted by @jimilter and @knjsnoona. Thank you for organizing it! This was originally supposed to be a one shot, but it was starting to get near the 30K range so I decided to split it into three parts. Stay tuned for the next parts! I hope you enjoy and as always, let me know what you think. Happy 2022 everyone!

There is an elusive tranquillity that accompanies the first snowfall of the year. If you look closely, you can find it in the early hours — before the birds begin to sing, before the sunlight begins to crack. Where all you are left with is the gentle fall of the first snow, and the equally delicate pull of memory. It’s in this quiet that the reminders of Yoongi return to you most. 

Like the descending snow itself, no two recollections are the same; poignant, jagged snowflakes each forming a piece of a larger whole. They tumble in and out of your mind, blanketing you in the soft comfort of a time gone by. 

You remember the warmth from the very first day you met, two juniors in high school longing to fit in. You remember the sweetness of your first kiss, squished together in the backseat of his used car, just the pair of you against the world. And you remember the unadulterated love from your wedding day, where you swore you would never love another the way you did Yoongi. 

At first the memories are beautiful, but with every passing second spent lingering in their presence, you feel the cold settle in, encompassing you in the deepest, dark blues of winter. 

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BTS Song drabble : Closer (KNJ)

Summary : It just two strangers who always crossed path with each others. Yet, they had no courage to get to know one another. Will this keeping distance game go on and on or will one of them break the rule of their game?

Plot inspo. : RM 'Indigo' Album Magazine Film [time stamp 20:04 - 23:49] (BANGTANTV)

Ambience inspo. :  Coffee Shop ASMR Ambience ☕ With Fireplace and a bit of Magic ✨ Soft background chatter (ASMR Weekly)

Author note : This story is for an entertainment purpose. I need to make sure I mentioned this so that no one would ever take this story as a real event since I used the explanation of the song to come up with the story. Anyway, guys, stream Indigo💙

Gender neutral pronoun (Sincerely apologize if using them incorectly)

© Photos belongs to rightful owners

Author POV.

A month.

It has been that long since Y/n started their writing project. In the same corner of a lounge, they would sit there dazed in their world: trying to extract some ideas to put into their work.

However, they have never been alone.

For a month, it seemed like someone also had the same struggle. The opposite table was also a regular guest of this lounge. His visit started around the same time as theirs.

And their sneak peek game began.

Y/n POV.

Crack.

I streched the arms to relieve my muscles. I felt my bones were on the verge to break. My muscles’ pain was at its peak that even a patch did nothing to sooth me.

Huh...

A breathy sigh left my mouth as I stared my screen. Working for five hours straight, I only got on the second page of my writing.

I took my eyes of the tablet. At that moment, I knew I have been staring at the screen too long. Why did I not bring my glasses? Shame on me.

I sweeped my eyes all over the place. Tonight seemed to be special because the lounge looked busier than usual. Then my gaze landed on the table opposite mine.

There he was. 

Every time he came, he would come with a pair of MacBooks and a notebook. He always dressed casually; just a T-shirt or hoody, a pair of denim, headphones secured on his neck, and glasses. His hair looked a bit messy. His face was draining its color a little.

Despite all that, he still looked fine. No, he looked gorgeous.

While their usual drink was sangria, his would-be whiskey. The pace was also different. By the time they were at their half glass, his glass had already been empty.

The feeling of warmthness immediately filled my chest. Seeing him deeply focus with his thing was like a spark to me. It lit my passion toward the writing out of nowhere. 

Three tables away, that was our distance: the closest I could get near him.

My inspiration.

Namjoon POV.

‘They are watching me.’ 

My sense alerted, making me burried my eyes into my laptop. Later on, I glanced at them from time to time, scare to meet their gaze directly. 

How will they react? 

Will they think I am a creep?

Those thoughts ran inside my head. 

Soon they got back onto their tablet. They must be lost in their own mind. My body relaxed automatically. The breath that I have been held on it without knowing finally came out.

I adjusted my posture a little. Taking a final sip of my whisky, I asked for more from a waiter. 

As I waited for the drink, I looked at my partner who sat opposite me. Partner, how I wished I has a courage to strike a conversation with them and called them that in reality.

They would be here around 6 pm and left here before midnight. They were a fiction writer, knowing that because of some staff here were their fans. To be honest, I also became their fan recently too. 

I have never seen their frineds. They were quite introvert, judging by the table they chose every night. From that, I assumed they had no partner. 

Maybe a long distance relationship? It could be the case. 

I should probably think that way to prevent myself getting a flase hope.

Their favourite in this house was a sangria, usually ordered three to four glasses for each night. 

That was all I know about them.

My lounge partner.

Author POV.

We were like a parallel line. A little gap in between shouldn’t be the obstacle for us to interact. Yet, none of us dared to cross path...

Y/n narated the last paragraph. Typing each word into the story, they somehow ended up being a chracter of their novel. Y/n didn’t intend to write something as such. However, as the days passed with the stranger, they ended up spilling their feelings into the work.

Just stay where you are

On the other side, Namjoon finished his lyric. He went through them for the last time to grasp any error. To his surprise, there was none. Not like the other songs, this one has little to no scratch. At first, he wasn’t sure of this draft. Now, it was one of the realest representation of his feelings.

As the final page filled with words and inks, they realized the time was up.

3 months later

“...We would like to end today session with Indigo, the chart killer album since the first day it came out. It shouldn’t be a surprise since the work was from one of the talneted lyricists in the industry, RM. Our fans have been sending requests to us nonestop, wanting us to celebrate his first official album. To celebrate all the success, here is our tribute...”

The radio then started playing the tune. Y/n with her earphone listented attentively to the songs. Sipping a cup of hazzlenut latte, they bobbed their head lightly to match the rhythm.

Despite the winter, everything felt warm for them. Not because of the coffee in their hand, or a thick scarf and coat that hugged their figure. 

It all thanked to the song that was playing right now.

Right at the moment of them recieving the message from the lyrics while the guy at the opposite bench reading their newest novel to understand their feeling.

As the song came to and ended, so did the novel. Two strangers locked their gaze with one another as their face plastered with a smile. 

“Hi.” 

Finally, one of them decided to cross their path.

The one with the misunderstanding

Summery: No one ever believes you when you tell them your boyfriend’s look wasn’t the first thing you noticed and loved about him

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

“Please guys let’s welcome the best-selling author Y/n Y/l/n”- Jimmy said to the audience

You entered while smiling and waving around even if you were a little bit nervous but you were trying not to show it… “fake it till you make it”, right?

“Hi, thank you for having me over”- you said to Jimmy once you had sat down.

“Thank you for being here. I’m pretty sure it’s not necessary”- said Jimmy while looking at the audience - “but if there is someone among you that doesn’t know her, Y/n is the author of some of the most popular books right now”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not true”- you said embarrassed. You had never been able to take a compliment

“I’m pretty sure it is”- he replied laughing- “Your last book has been on the top three most selling books for five months. And I also hear a series of movies are going to be based on your books. Is that true?”

“Yes, yes it is. I’m really happy about it and very surprised too”

“Ok but before we talk more about your book, I really need to ask you about your last Instagram post”- he said and you started laughing because you already knew where this was going - “so you posted a photo of your fiancé, Henry Cavill, congratulation on your engagement by the way”

“Thank you”- you smiled like you did anytime Henry was brought up

“So in this photo there was an half naked Henry Cavill doing a pull up, it’s a pull up right?”- he asked while showing a print of your post

“Yep”- you said while the audience screamed

“What I want to asked you, it’s not about the shot itself, even if I’m sure your followers were very happy about it, but it’s about the caption. You wrote ‘people don’t believe me when I tell them the very first thing that I noticed about Henry was not his look’. “

“Yep, that’s very true, no one believes me, do you Jimmy?”- you smirked

“I must say I have some trouble believing it myself. So why don’t you explain it to me”

“It’s a little bit of a long story, are you sure you wanna hear it?”- you playfully said

“We can stay here all night”- he said and you laughed

“Ok ok… Let’s start saying I’m very aware how much of a good looking man my fiancé is, I’m not blind. I know I’m dating the hottest man alive. But I swear that’s not the first thing I noticed… So Henry and I, we have a common friend, Emily it’s her name, and we actually met through her. She was having a party and we were both there. Henry was talking with a friend of his and I asked Emily if he was single and she gave me his number”- you said

“This doesn’t actually prove your point”- Jimmy smiled

“Wait for it. So I texted him after the party, you know to ask him if he wanted to grab a coffee or something, but he had to travel for work, I think they were starting shooting the first season of the Witcher. So we decided to talk through texts to know each other. A couple of months after the party, we were finally able to go on a date and let’s say it was a little bit awkward”

“Why?”- asked Jimmy totally captured by your story

- 4 years before -

True be told you were feeling a little bit out of place at Emily’s party, you weren’t even sure why she invited you since you didn’t know anyone but her.

She was having a party with her actors friends so you weren’t sure why you were there but you had never been able to tell her no.

“So are you having fun”- asked you Emily while side hugging you

“Kinda. Tell me again why I’m here since it’s clearly not my circle of friends?”

“Because since you’re becoming a very famous book-writer, you have to start knowing more influent people”- she said. You rolled your eyes, she almost had more faith in you than your own parents, for sure more than you had in yourself- “Beside you’re my friend and I’d like for you to meet some of my other friends. Don’t be antisocial”- she added

“I’m here, aren’t I. I was just confuse so I asked”

“So did you see someone interesting?”- she smirked

“I thought I was here to meet your friends, not to find someone to date”- true be told you had noticed someone, he was a very good looking man that had smiled and smirked at you more than once while talking with whom you assumed was a friend.

“I mean you can do both”- she shrugged before squinting her eyes at you -“wait… I know that look, you noticed someone, didn’t you?”

“Maybe”- you smiled

“Yes”- she fist pumped up in the air- “I always wanted to be your Cupid, so you will have to thank me at your wedding”

You laughed- “I don’t even know his name, if I’m actually interested and if he is interested in me, and you’re already thinking about the wedding?”

“Of course, so who is he?”

You pointed out the guy to her, trying to be as subtle as possible.

“Well you have really good taste my dear, don’t you? Do you want me to give you his number? His name is Henry by the way”

“Do you think he could be interested? I mean I don’t wanna make a fool out of myself”- you weren’t used to make the first move with men, mostly because you could be really shy at times

“Come on. Be an empowered woman who takes what she wants. So let me ask you again, do you want Henry’s number?”

“Ok”

You had gone home that night still not sure about what to do, but maybe because you had Emily’s voice in your head telling you to get over yourself , you sent a text

To Henry: Hi I’m Y/n, I’m a friend of Emily. She gave me your number, so I hope it’s ok. I would really like to grab a coffee with you sometime, if you’d like to.

You went to bed that night with a little bit of anxiety but you were happy you sent that message in the end. You didn’t have to see him again if he said no, or worse if he didn’t even replied to you.

You woke up the next morning well rested and particularly happy without a reason, and while having breakfast you looked at your phone: there was a text from Henry.

From Henry: Emily told me she gave you my number, so no problem at all. I’m glad you text me but I’m leaving today for work. Could I take a rain check?

It wasn’t the answer you were hoping for, but it wasn’t a straight no either.

What you hadn’t expected was how easy and fun would have been texting with Henry from that day. You hadn’t stopped talking to each other, you texted every day even only to know how the other’s day had gone. It was refreshing being able to talk with someone without any anxiety.

Beside you two had a lot of things in common: for starters you both loved animals, he even had promised to come horse riding with you as soon as he came back home; you both were a little bit of nerds, sure you were more of a book nerd and not really into video games, and even if Henry liked reading fantasy, he was more into video games and staff, but once knowing he liked playing the Witcher, and that he had actually been chosen to play Geralt on a show for Netflix, you had decided to read the books and that had become another common point.

Both of you were very work oriented: Henry had soon learned that when you were in the zone and you were writing, you would never pick up your phone, not even if there was a very nice looking guy waiting to hear your voice.

So, in the end, you were happy Henry hadn’t been able to go out the day after the party, because you had had the time to actually know him and you knew that there wouldn’t be any awkwardness during your first date because you had been talking for two months, so you were really comfortable with each other.

Talking about your first date: Henry was finally home so that meant that tonight you were going out for dinner. You had spent all afternoon getting ready: you wanted it to be a perfect date.

Once you arrived at the restaurant you started to feel a little bit of anxiety, you really wanted this to go well. So you took a deep breath and went inside the restaurant.

You were saying thank you to the waiter that had showed you to your table when you heard- “hi”

“Hi”- you were a little bit confused

“I’m really happy to meet you” - said the man while giving you a blinding smile.

“I’m sorry, who are you?”- you asked more confused every second

“I’m Henry”- he was still smiling pretty much unaware of your internal turmoil

“What? No you are not.”

“I’m pretty sure I am. I don’t think I’ve changed that much since the party”- he joked.

And that’s when you finally put the pieces together: he wasn’t the guy you had noticed at the party and you were sure about that, because that guy had been a blondie and like the half of Henry size-wise. Emily hadn’t given you the number of blondie, but the number of blondie’s friend, and now you didn’t know how to tell him.

“I think there is been a misunderstanding, I’m… Emily she… I think she didn’t understand who…”- damn it, you were bubbling because there was a beautiful guy looking at you like you were breaking his heart.

“It wasn’t my number you wanted, was it?”- he asked, he was still smiling but his smile had lost all his warmth

“I’m so sorry, I…” - damn it, you were feeling like a jerk.

“Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for, it was just a misunderstanding”- he was so nice.

Probably because there was someone out there who really hated you, the waiter decided that was the best moment to come to your table.

“So are you ready to order?”- he said smiling, oblivious to the unease you and Henry were experiencing.

You looked at Henry again, unsure of what to do: he wasn’t the guy you had noticed at the party but he was the guy you had spent the last two months talking, the guy who could make you laugh even trough texts and if you were totally honest he was even more good looking than the blonde guy you thought you were talking too.

Henry was the guy you had been falling in love with in the last couple of months.

“No we still need a couple of minutes to decide, but we could start with some wine?”- you said to the waiter before looking at Henry -“if it’s ok with you?”- you asked full of hope.

“It’s perfect”- he was smiling again and so were you

-Present day-

“So let me get this straight: you didn’t want to go out with Henry but with his friend?”- Jimmy was laughing

“Yep, I didn’t actually see Henry that night at the party because he had his back to me while he was talking with his friend.”- you shrugged- “so like I said Henry’s look wasn’t the first thing I loved about him”

“Well, I believe you now. And does Henry still talk with this guy you wanted to date?”- he asked smirking

“Let’s just say I haven’t seen him again, and I have met all of Henry’s friends”- everyone was laughing -“true be told, they weren’t that close”

“Bet that was the last straw. Stay with us because we’re gonna be back with Y/n to talk more about her new book.”

You went back to your hotel room, you were so tired and couldn’t wait to cuddle with your favorite boys.

You heard Kal as soon as you were outside the room, so once you opened he jumped at you to give you some kisses.

“Hi bear”- you caressed Kal behind the ears

“So I saw the interview”- said the voice you had fallen in love for long ago

“And?”- you asked while ha hugged you and kissed your lips lightly

“I still can’t believe I almost lost you to Lucas. We really have to thank Emily at the wedding”

Henry slowly put his hands on your ass before he swept you of your feet to take you to the bed.

“I can’t believe you still get jealous of Lucas. You’re the only one for me”- you caressed his cheek while he trapped you under him on the bed.

“I’ll make sure that never change”- his eyes were full of mischief and you knew it would be long before you would be able to sleep, but you didn’t care, suddenly you weren’t feeling tired anymore.

So… as always English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes.

FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️so please let me know what you think.

P.s. (for who is patiently waiting for me to update “Then I met you” and “The one with the one night stand”): I’ve a 911 one shot almost finished (I have to write the end), so I’m gonna focus on that and I’ll start focusing on my WIP after that I promise.

Henry Cavill’s permanent taglist: @xxxkatxo @jwspiter @maan24 @littlewrenofrivia @omgkatinka

( @xprettyqueenx @marytudorbrandon @zealoushound @amortentiaaaa @margauxmargaux07)

For the people tagged in the bracket: I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be added to my permanent Henry Cavill’s taglist or only to my on going story. So I tagged you to be sure, let me know if you wanted to be ONLY tagged on “the one with the one night stand”, so I’ll remove you from the permanent taglist.

Also if your name is underlined it’s because I couldn’t find you and tag you. Sorry.

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I’m so sorry guys… don’t give up on me please