HI So I Was Just Reading This Yoongi Fic And My App Refreshed And I Can't Find It Anymore!

HI so I was just reading this Yoongi fic and my app refreshed and I can't find it anymore!

Yoongi was a cat hybrid called Grumpy. He forgot to transform back to his cat form and accidentally spoke while OC was asleep.

That's all I read and I can't find it anymore and I'm literally going crazy rn lmao pls help me and direct me to the actual story!!

back-burner | 02

some shine brighter than the rest but it gets dark sometimes

PAIRING. min yoongi x reader

GENRE. sister’s best friend!au, best friend to lovers!au, sorta frenemies?to lovers!au, angst, *slow burn*, smut, fluff

WARNINGS. one-sided pining (?), longing, sibling jealousy, heartache :(, academic/life insecurities, parents comparing you to your sibling

WORDS. 3.1k

You stare at the screen, blank-faced and rather moody as you slump further in your seat.

Your parents can't be bothered to nag at your long face, and even if they did you wouldn't have listened anyway. It's not unusual for you to act up at an event you were unwillingly dragged to, especially when the said event was meant to celebrate the achievements of your ever-perfect older sister while you played the part of the black sheep of the family.

But you suppose completing her PhD at only twenty-six years old was a highly impressive feat that you couldn't even put be a Debby downer towards. Haerin worked hard and you witnessed all of her hard work with your own eyes. From pulling all-nighters and scheduling excessive meetings with her mentor—she's done everything at the top of her game, and it clearly paid off when her published works were used and praised by top universities across the world.

So when she walks up to the podium, back straight and a smile as wide as she was taught to have, you can't help but think how pretty damn cool she was. Even if you were begrudgingly compared to her every waking moment of your life.

Haerin is the poster image of elegance when she adjusts the collar of her blouse right before she beams at the crowd in front of her. When she skims the crowd, you briefly see her eyes rest on your family and that's when your mother decides to flail her arms around to catch her attention.

You sink further, burning at the embarrassment of suddenly being on the big screen. It's an odd look, you nearly scowling while your parents smile brightly in pride. You try to fix your face, but it's to no avail when you realise that you'll always look like a raging bitch no matter how hard you try.

When she speaks, her voice is smooth as honey and crystal as clear waters.

"Good afternoon to the dean, fellow academics, graduates and honourable guests," she recites gracefully with impeccable precision, never once looking down to her script.

You hear your mother choke on a sob as you try not to roll your eyes at her dramatics.

"It's an absolute honour to be standing on this stage and giving this speech to people that I've looked up to throughout my academic journey," she says, beaming to the Professor that helped her through her PhD who stands next to her before she's taking another deep breath.

"Often, we look up to people who have numerous awards and recognition under their name," she smiles, "But we tend to forget that these people—like me, and like you—are simply humans ..."

You know what Haerin is saying is probably some phenomenal, philosophical concept that has people oohing and ahhing alike, but you really couldn't be bothered to hear her wax poetic. After all, philosophy was her forte after she's dedicated her twenties to studying that field of study.

She says people clap, some cry, it's an average day witnessing Haerin's impact. You're more than used to seeing her be celebrated like she was a God amongst mere mortals, so used that you don't even notice the person that slides into the seat next to you.

"You look bored."

You blink, barely catching yourself as you turn your head to the source of the voice.

The words get stuck in your throat when you finally acknowledge your new guest, lips tilted slightly upwards as he levels you with an amused smile.

"I'm not," you say as you clear your throat, "Just tired."

"So, bored," he chuckles.

"At least I got here on time," you snap back, mostly in embarrassment at being called out.

Yoongi shoots you an unimpressed look before he's turning back to focus his attention on your sister who's still gathering her applause like it was nothing.

"You know I had a shift at the ER," he says pointedly.

"Yeah. So don't nag at me for things that are out of my control, okay?" you say with a roll of your eyes.

Yoongi smirks to himself before shaking his head.

"You're in a mood," he muses.

"Why wouldn't I be?" you mutter under your breath as you fold your arms across your chest. "I have to watch my older sister collect awards left and right like Thanos collects his infinity stones. How do you think I'd live up to that?"

Yoongi laughs, a little louder than you'd expected as you spot an elderly lady who glares at him. Your parents are way too focused on recording Haerin from every angle possible to greet your new guest so they don't even notice the sound coming from him.

Yoongi stays silent for a beat before he turns to you, face neutral as you shift nervously in your seat at the fact that you'd likely overshared.

"It's whatever, I'm just jo—"

"You don't have to live up to that," he finally says.

You blink, slowly turning your head to see Yoongi shrugging at you with an unreadable expression.

He's always been a little hard to understand, but he was understanding. You suppose you'd take what you could get.

"Easy for you to say," you snort, "You don't have a legacy to live up to."

"No, I don't," he grins, "But I know you."

You narrow your eyes at him as he gives you a reassuring look as if he was able to explain to you how he truly knew you.

Frankly, you didn't doubt him. Yoongi was one of the few people in your life who stuck around despite your erratic tendencies, or even when you were brattier than usual. Though you'd really like to attribute it to the fact that he was a nice person in general, or that he cared about you—you knew why he stayed as long as he did.

And that thought sends a bitter expression on your face.

"I don't think you do," you mumble, focusing back onto the stage where your sister seems to collect her umpteenth award for the day.

Yoongi doesn’t respond. The cheers grow louder, and you suppose Haerin had said something sensational once again when the audience stands up to give her a standing ovation. You wish you could feel bad that you missed out on the latter part of your speech, but you knew that people like her didn’t rely on luck to receive recognition. It was just her.

So, you stand up, plaster a tight smile that hides the inhibition that ferments in your chest and let the claps drown your thoughts.

Haerin smiles, and she looks as beautiful as ever. You look away.

“You made it!” Haerin’s voice is bell-like when she spots Yoongi hovering behind your parents who have already doused her in hugs and congratulations.

“Of course I did,” he returns with a roll of his eyes, but even then, his arms immediately reach out to wrap around her petite frame.

You force yourself to glance away when his eyes grow soft as she beams up at him with her charming smile.

“I know the hospital gets really busy this time—”

“Stop,” he sighs, shaking his head good-naturedly while you’re essentially forced to absorb their conversation like an outsider; stomach unsettled when her giggles melt perfectly along with his own laugh. “This is an important day for you. I’d never miss out on this.”

You’d like to think that you were relatively good at shielding your emotions. You survived twenty-two years by suppressing the anger that bubbled for whatever reason because Haerin was out there achieving greatness. When you were in a household that only valued excellence, anything but that was sourly shoved aside.

But now, your face is tight. Tighter than usual, at least. It’s to a point that your mother sends you a scowl, a warning in her eyes when she looks over at you.

Don’t ruin this for Haerin, it says.

Before you can excuse yourself, your father’s resounding voice cuts through the atmosphere.

“Yoongi’s always taking good care of you, Haerin,” he says fondly, smoothing a hand over your sister’s hair while her eyes grow into crescents at his statement.

“He is,” she agrees softly.

“It’s nothing,” Yoongi chuckles, pulling away so your sister can fully settle into the embrace of her father while he smiles proudly at her.

You wonder what it’s like. To have eyes on you like you’ve hung the stars in the sky.

Instead, your eyes drift to the dirt beneath you.

“He’d be a good husband,” your mother whispers, nudging Haerin as her face flushes in mortification.

You bite your tongue, swallowing the bile that threatens to spill out of your throat at the idea.

It wasn’t a new one, but it’s one that you can never grow used to. Not when it was so possible, and so expected. It’s only a harsh reminder that whatever you were feeling would always be shielded anyway. Especially when it wasn’t your emotion to feel, to express.

Not when Haerin and Yoongi were the pair made in heaven.

“Mom!” she hisses, right before offering Yoongi an apologetic smile.

He doesn’t even bat an eye. He simply smiles at her, shrugging his shoulders as if it didn’t bother him. You nearly scoff because it definitely didn’t. Why would that bother him? Haerin was perfect. It makes perfect sense.

They were perfect for each other.

Your voice gets stuck in your throat, and it’s commonplace that you’ve yet to utter a single word in Haerin’s presence. The limelight is always on the one that offers substance, not the one misguided and misdirected. You don’t mind the disregard; you were used to it.

But the tenderness in Yoongi’s gaze is hard to get used to.

“Anyway,” she coughs, shaking your father’s grip off before she’s grinning widely at you. “You’re here too!”

Haerin has always been kind.

She’s someone that all sorts of parents use as a role model for their own kids. Study hard so you can be as intelligent as Haerin. Mind your manners so you can be as classy as Haerin. Do this, do that—so you can be like Haerin.

It was you that held the animosity.

“Of course,” you mumble, offering her a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes before she’s tumbling into your chest.

You’re taller, but that never negates her presence. The way she takes up space in all the right ways, with her brightness and her charm that could captivate anyone.

You had the height, but you were only half the person Haerin could ever be.

“Thank you for coming,” she whispers, grabbing onto your shoulder when she nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck.

“Why wouldn’t I,” you mutter, stiffly patting her back.

“You’re busy, I know.” You nearly roll your eyes because she was the one with a PhD. Not you.

“Not really,” you concede, and you note the bored expressions that mark your parents’ face.

You don’t even want to see what Yoongi thinks.

Haerin pulls away just enough to shoot you another smile. You wonder what it’s like to truly look so happy all the time. You suppose when you don’t have to pretend it’s much easier to smile the way Haerin does.

“You’re working with grassroots aren’t you?” she asks cheerily, and you’re mildly surprised that she remembered.

“Uh, yeah but—”

“Haerin! We want some pictures out front of you!” Your mother interjects, immediately pulling your sister away as she yelps at the sudden force.

Your face returns to its stoic state, not the least bit surprised that your parents were disinterested in hearing your involvement in grassroots. It wasn’t the elite thing to do. They always made a stern reminder to you to keep their names out of the loop when you were working with activists across districts.

So when Haerin offers you a pout and an apologetic expression, you only shrug before you’re pulling away yourself.

Your parents don’t shoot you another glance before they’re dragging Haerin away, animatedly discussing her offers from top firms that valued her publications.

Only then, do you remember that Yoongi still remains silent. It’s almost humiliating that he’s witnessed that exchange, but it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. And you know that he’s witnessed the worst moments, but the reminder never failed to sting.

It’s because the light shines so bright on Haerin that he may just get lost in your darkness.

“That’s cool.”

His voice interjects just as you turn on your heel, stopping you from moving any further as your eyes rest on the path before you.

You don’t say anything, and he takes that as his cue to continue.

“Haerin always tells me about what you do,” he says, walking up to your side until he’s directly in front of you that you can’t ignore his presence. When you look up, Yoongi still looks monotone, but his eyes are still kind. And they’re trained on you. “You’re a driven person.”

That makes you scoff.

“You’re really going to tell me that after you just saw my sister receive her PhD?” you say dryly.

He frowns. “That doesn’t make you any less driven of a person.”

You note that he doesn’t even compare you to her. It sends a warm feeling to your stomach.

But reality hits, and you suppose it’s because you couldn’t compare yourself to Haerin when she was in a league of her own.

“You don’t need to comfort me, okay?” you sigh, “I’m used to it. My parents love what Haerin does and it doesn’t bother me. In fact, it’s easier to get away with working with activists when they aren’t all up in my business anyway.”

Your words earn a small twitch from Yoongi’s lips, and you’re wondering what he finds so funny.

You realise that Yoongi tends to find a lot of the things you say amusing. You weren’t even that much of a funny person. You were far more boring than your sister, so you genuinely wonder what runs through his mind.

Before you can pose the question, he shrugs with a gentle shake of his head.

“I’m not comforting you,” he says pointedly, raising a brow at you when you snort at him.

“Could’ve fooled me with the unwarranted pity party you were throwing me with your eyes,” you say, narrowing your gaze at him.

Yoongi laughs, shoulder shaking before he peers down at you with his cheeks rounded in amusement. You hate that your heart still stutters in your chest even after everything you’ve witnessed. Even when you vividly picture how right his arms looked around your sister.

“I called you driven and now it’s a pity party?” he laughs, hand reaching out to squeeze your shoulder as you nearly jump at the contact. “You really need to fix your comprehension skills.”

It’s light-hearted, and you’re used to Yoongi poking fun at you. You were virtually the only person you’ve ever seen him truly joking with, not even with your sister.

Haerin was more mellowed down, less crass than you were. So the time for jokes was, well, there were definitely jokes but you don’t think (or know) if she and Yoongi have laughed until they cried.

You know you have, but you don’t sign off that possibility. There were things that Haerin and Yoongi did in private that you never allow yourself to indulge in.

Your heart would never survive.

“Maybe you’re just bad at getting things across,” you retort.

He smiles. “Maybe. But I meant what I said.”

“I fail to see how me working grassroots who have volunteers from all over makes me driven,” you mumble.

Yoongi stares at you a second longer than you anticipated. And you find yourself squirming under his gaze.

His eyes are always intense, even when you know that there was no malice underneath his irises. Yoongi was naturally just an all-in person that made it very hard to breathe around him. Especially when you knew that he was observant and could pick apart almost what anyone was thinking.

Sometimes, you were terrified that he saw right through your emotions.

“People have different modes of transport in getting to where they belong in life,” he says.

You blink, furrowing your eyebrows at him, confused. “What?”

He glances to the side, stuffing his hands into his pocket as a small smile appears on his usually blank face.

He looks stunning this way, jaw chiselled and emphasised by the natural light and the way that his forehead remains exposed with his hair styled back. It’s devastating, but you can’t help but stare.

“We all have different starting points and different endpoints,” he says matter-of-factly, “Some people are good drivers—so they take cars. Metaphorically, at least.”

“Yoongi, what are you even saying,” you deadpan.

He ignores you and continues.

“Some people don’t feel comfortable driving, so they take buses, or bicycles, or even go by foot. Or have people drive them places.” His voice is smooth when he carries forward, and you’re still lost at the point he’s attempting to make. You wonder if this is the influence of Haerin’s philosophical knowledge.

“Different modes of transport means taking different routes. A car can’t travel in water, and a plane can’t park in a garage—they all essentially serve their own purpose effectively in the medium that they were made to serve it in.”

You’ve always known Yoongi to be extremely introspective, but you’ve never heard him wax poetic about transportation vehicles before.

But as always, you listen. You always do, especially if it’s him that’s speaking.

Finally, he looks at you, and your heart nearly lurches out of your chest when his eyes soften at your gaping expression.

“Point is, we’re all driving to our own destination points, and each journey is unique to each person,” he says softly as your breath hitches.

“But I’m no Haerin,” you mumble quietly, finally speaking and finally understanding what Yoongi was getting at.

“You aren’t,” he concedes as you feel your heart drop. But he picks it up immediately with his reassuring grin and the hand that smoothes over your hair comfortingly. “You don't have to be.”

You feel your cheeks grow warm, and you hope he doesn’t notice.

“So don’t knock yourself down just because you’re heading in a different direction than she is,” he says, “You’re driven. And you’re doing great in what you do. That’s all that matters.”

When he looks at you once more, eyes honest and pure with his hand resting over your head—

You realise that Yoongi does know you.

But perhaps, it isn’t enough.

bittersweet (jjk)

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook × Reader

Genre: angst, a pinch of fluff

Summary: An unspoken rule was broken by the two of you- he wasn’t supposed to date and you weren’t supposed to like him.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: oc and jungkook are a little mean to each other, jungkook is mean, cheating kind of, they kiss, mentions of smut, a few f bombs, jungkook accidentally hurts oc, irregular relationship like a terrible relationship, fwb but not entirely idk lol I think that is all.

Note: hello lol this is not a lovefool update and this is totally unplanned, I guess I was inspired enough to finish this in an hour and oh well I hope you still like it and let me know what you think and yeah thank you very, very much for sticking by <3 I'll probably change the cover later

“Sooo…” “So?” “Well, what do you think?” “What do I think about…” “Arin,” “Arin, right. Well… I don’t,” “You don’t?” “I don’t think about Arin,” “Y/N, you know what I meant,” “Were we even in the same room just now?” “What do you mean?” “What do you think I mean? I- we, she wasn’t even interested in me. She kept whisking you away to her little- your new group of friends. I simply don’t know enough to form an opinion of her,” “Y/N, right, you never have opinions about people because you’re so non-judgmental,” he cackled. His words dripped of sarcasm. “I don’t appreciate your tone, Jungkook,” you frowned. “I really don’t know her enough. I didn’t even know you were talking to her in that way,” “Y/N, I can literally feel your animosity, you were glaring at her. I don’t understand if it’s because I didn’t tell you about my girlfriend or if you have an actual reason to not like her.” Not like her? “I never said that. Don’t put words in my mouth. I really don’t like the direction this conversation is heading towards,” “I don’t either,” “Let me finish, JK-” you snapped. “All I know is, you- it’s like, I was invited to this weird and uncomfortable club by YOU out of nowhere and, God, I- it’s so random because you didn’t reply to my DMs and texts for, I don’t know, two- or was it three weeks?” “Angel,” “And now you have that thing you call your girlfriend stuck to you twenty-three hours a day.” His face drops at that. You can’t decipher his expressions. You don’t care if that upset him, though.

An unspoken rule was broken by the two of you- he wasn’t supposed to date and you weren’t supposed to like him. This was his cowardly way of ending whatever it is that the two of you had going on.

Your heart won’t stop racing, it’s just an… adrenaline rush? You cannot stand quarrels; you also can’t quite categorize this as a quarrel because Jungkook seems be empathizing with you (for now).

You’re a very important member of your university’s newly formed debate club so you know you can handle conflicts and people disagreeing with you but it’s a whole different situation when your emotions are tied in with the subject.

You didn’t realize you had paused. There were way too many thoughts and emotions going through your mind at once and for the first time, you were speechless, totally unable to form sentences that made sense. All you could think was ‘tired’, ‘sleep’, ‘Arin’, ‘girlfriend’, ‘Y/N’ ‘friend?’ ‘irrelevant’.

“Y/N? I- should I just come back later? I can just come by your apartment tomorrow when you’re…” you can see Jungkook’s lips moving but you don’t can’t register what he’s saying. At that point, you snapped out of your daze.

“No,” “No?” “No, I don’t want to continue this conversation. Not now, not tomorrow, not the day after, maybe after a week or two but not now,” “Angel, I respect your wishes but if we delay this, it’s most likely to blow over and affect both of us a lot more.”

Affect him? In what way? You felt like this was just another task for him to get done with already so he wouldn’t have to be bothered later and would be able to cherish his time with Arin without any guilt.

“I think you’re wrong, no, I KNOW you’re wrong. I don’t think I want to even – and don’t call me angel, we obviously had very different ideas in mind when I flashed you my tits and sucked your cock almost every day for a month.” He blushed at the mention of your vile activities, “Y/N, that is not fair. I told you I wasn’t looking for anything serious. You agreed to it!” “Then why would you want to date her? Is this a way for you to climb up the social ladder or something? Oh, the perfect pair, of course, she’s the one who managed to tame the Jeon Jungkook,” “Oh, c’mon, Y/N, do better.” Jungkook sighs and looks around to check if your altercation had caught any nosy passerby’s attention.

He was a little disappointed in you. It’s not like he was absolutely clueless about your reaction. He just didn’t expect you to actually speak your mind and that too, in the manner that you did. You’re a great person in general, you are kind and people actually like talking to you and being around you. You’re smart and not in an obnoxious way, you don’t belittle people.

This is why he was shocked to hear you speak that way about him. But, at least you did it to his face. Jungkook knows you said it out of spite but it still hurt him. It wasn’t like Jungkook was known to carelessly sleep around or just hump and dump people, he just had this reputation of never wanting to commit to one person at a time.

You yourself were a little flustered by your little outburst. You gulped, “I really don’t want to say anything more that might offend you,” “I’m not offended, Y/N. You know that I don’t control my feelings, I chose to date Arin because I likeher a little more than I thought-” “Jungkook, I don’t CARE,” you stared right into his eyes, with quavering lips, “You should’ve told me.”

His eyes widen, “I was just trying to tell you but you,” “You weren’t, though. You asked me what I thought of your new girlfriend, you did not care enough to tell me you liked someone else while we were together and-” “But, we weren’t together,” “You know what I meant by that, JK. I feel like you only want reactions out of me, do you even consider me as a friend to you?” “You know I do, angel,” “I don’t, actually. But okay, as a friend and a person you were screwing, I think I deserved to know about Arin,” “Y/N, it’s not like I cheated on you OR her,” “You ignored me for weeks and it hurt me. Friends don’t do that. You never saw me as your friend, you never valued me as anything more than a place to put your dick in, this is what I take away from your behaviour towards me,” you released a deep breath.

Your skirt was too short and the material of your top was too thin for this weather. The scarf donned over your shoulders wasn’t enough to keep you from shivering and your pantyhose and Mary Janes did nothing for you. It’s the middle of the night and it’s around five degrees outside, where the two of you stood, in the alley next to your apartment building.

You’ll probably be reminded of this dumb conversation every time you cross the area.

After a really long break, Jungkook seems to have understood your perspective. “Y/N, I really do care about you. I’m sorry for the way I handled this, I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose your trust,” he wrapped his arm around you and put his free hand on your head, patting you. You immediately gave in. Hey, it was a cold night alright.

You don’t like the way you almost believe and forgive him. You both knew you deserved a way better apology and explanation than that. There was just too much that Jungkook hadn’t thought of and considered. He felt helpless when he sees you on the verge of tears, he wasn’t prepared enough to handle this. He really does care about you but he’s just a little confused.

You hate him for this. It’s bittersweet, you don’t really know if he cares like he says he does. It’s just hard to believe him after this. You knew he was right but he’s wrong too.

All of this could’ve been resolved had he communicated with you better. I mean, sure, you still would’ve been jealous of Arin but at least you could learn to accept and respect them better.

If you were a bad person, you’d go to Arin and snitch on her boyfriend. But you pride yourself in being humble and respectful. Also, you don’t know how she’d respond to that and how that’d change your image so it’s safer to suffer in silence and move on. It all sounds unnecessary and dramatic now. If it wasn’t apparent all this time, you were in love with Jungkook.

You began your little fling knowing very well what the basis of your relationship was. Jeon Jungkook wasn’t boyfriend material. But he was. Just not the way you’d want. He didn’t want labels with you or anyone else before Arin. You think your anger is valid and a very rational reaction because to pretend it doesn’t matter to or affect you would be stupid.

Jungkook sways your bodies like a pendulum, but like, and upside-down pendulum? You know, like those inverted pendulums. It felt good to be held. He liked holding you but didn’t recognize it as anything real because who doesn’t like to hold pretty girls?

“JK?” you whimper and he froze a little. He hated that he made you cry, he didn’t enjoy hurting you. “Mhm,” “Don’t call me for a while,” “Can I text you?” “I don’t want you to contact me for a while, I need to be away from you.” You really did not but being around him meant seeing him with Arin and you aren’t ready for it yet. You wished he would ignore your request and keep texting you. “For how long?” “A while.” It broke your heart a little bit more when he seemed to have no problem with it. You pull back and stare up at him, “Can you kiss me one last time before you leave?”

He looked taken aback by your words. Does he want to kiss you? Wouldn’t that be cheating on Arin? Why would you ask for this? He can’t say ‘no’ to you, not when you look so fragile and desperate. He’s so tempted. Arin wouldn’t even know unless you tell her. Would you tell her?

Jungkook leaned into you. Your eyes were filled to the brim with tears. He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, making you tremble. You did not initiate anything, you simply… looked at him. And, he gave in. It wasn’t a peck; it was a kiss.

Your lips were just as soft as he remembered, maybe even softer today. He’s hyperaware of your presence now. He’s kissing you. You exist in his life. It’s just you but then at the same time it’s you. His tongue accidentally brushed against your lips and you opened your little mouth, welcoming him. Your arms were tightly wrapped around his shoulders, under his jacket while he held the corners of his jacket and forcefully pulls you closer to his own warm body with it. You’re all tingly on the inside.

You’re salivating. Jungkook had forgotten how intense and slobbery your kisses could get and how much he craved for them. Your leg entangles itself with his and you arch your back, pulling him as you bend backwards.

Your hand slithers up his neck to tug on his hair. He can’t help but moan at the feeling of you pressed against him, your fingers touching his skin with your tongue in his mouth and your teeth clashing, noses bumping. He needed to stop at this point. “Mmhp,” “Wait, stop.”

When you didn’t listen, he grabs your waist and aggressively pulls you away from him. The sudden force makes your back hit the cream, limestone wall, you’re stunned. “Jungkook, fuck, what the fuck is wrong with you- that HURT,” “I’m- I’m sorry, wait let me,” he reached out to you, grabbed your arm and hastily rubbed your back with his other hand.

At this point, you just needed to get away from him. You wanted him to tell you he didn’t want you to your face rather than indirectly implying it. You’re both breathing heavy. Jungkook has your lipstick smudged on his mouth and chin. You can’t look him in the eye anymore and you’re embarrassed by your actions.

“Go back in, angel,” “Y/N.” you’re so confused by him. Does he want you or not? “Y/N. Get inside, you’re going to get sick.”

You stared at his feet. “Bye, Jungkook.”

“I’ll see you… whenever you’re ready, Y/N.”

“Jungkook,”

“Mhm,”

“I love you.”

“I know, Y/N.”

You nodded. “I love you too,” “Oh, go back to your fucking girlfriend already.” And with that you stormed off back inside the gates of your apartment complex.

Jungkook hung out outside your gate for a few minutes to take everything in before he returned to his girlfriend’s dormitory.

right place, wrong time

— a someway, somehow jungkook drabble summary Home was Jungkook, it had always been Jungkook… but it wasn’t this Jungkook. warnings angst, heart ache, its actually kinda sad :/ lmfao, jk is a little… uh… como se dice…. jerk without realizing it…. justice for oc…. also there’s a scene where oc throws up so !! rating m wc 1.5k

notes THIS TAKES PLACE 5 YEARS BEFORE SWSH ITSELF ! OK ! enjoy <3 i wanted to try writing angst again <3 also i have no self control i said i would post this in 7 hrs yet here i am. and its not proofread <_<

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you could never love someone like this again.

word 16,000+

discretions sex, sex in a car, breeding kink, oral, light master kink, dumbify kink, spitting, spanking, slapping, alcohol hoicking, dacryphilia, degradation, fingering, mentions of riding, knotting, marking, usage of pet names

TW coercion, attempt non con, and manipulation

playlist sex – eden, every time – ariana grande, on melancholy hill – gorillas, she will be loved – maroon five, unconditionally – katy perry

author’s note thank–you to the readers who’ve been extremely patient! i’ve been waiting for the right moment to post this, but i couldn’t find it. i was overworked, underpaid, and going to school, so i had to delay this. i apologize. my only peace offering is this monster of a fic that’s full of grammar mistakes! <3

i’ve honestly thought about re-writing this entire storyline and incorporating “loving him was red” into the first installment of somewhere only we know to make it easier for my readers to get the gist, but i also think it’s better as a separate post. i strongly recommend readers to go read “loving him was red” before reading this fic. you won’t understand a thing if you don’t. anyways, i hope you guys like my first and final fic! (i’m sorry for the grammar mistakes! i’ll look over it later.)

“So what I’m getting from this is,” Hoseok crosses his arms, “you let him finger you in the men’s locker room? Which you dubiously consented to because he, quote-on-quote ‘looked like sex on legs?’ C’mon now, ____. We’ve talked about this! Stay away from shitty straight men! Stay away from men period!”

“It was a storage room, actually.” You mumble under your breath hoarsely, hastily plucking another tissue.

Hoseok raises a brow, unimpressed.

Your teary eyes turn to Yoongi’s ginormous television— Criminal Minds has always been your comfort show— as your best friends eyed each other cautiously behind you.

It’s been two weeks since the whole incident, but you haven’t quite come to terms with everything yet. The only thing you knew was that you felt used, easy. In the end, though, you knew that you couldn’t deny that you were, for him. Everything you’ve done was for him, and you hated it. Despised it.

You’ve lost yourself. The light that once glimmered whenever you were around the things you loved— the s galaxies that once danced in your bright eyes were now dull, filled with despair and heartache and longing.

It felt like a piece of your puzzle — no, your being, had left, leaving a gaping hole that no one could fill. It was molded to the likes of him, to hold him close and secure, after all.

Then there also was the underlying guilt, guilt that warped into anger once more at the thought of you hurting Eunwoo, the purest soul you knew, the way Jeongguk had done to you.

“I think you need to talk to him, no more funny business.” Yoongi tries once more. “I think everything’s a misunderstanding. Sort of. Not really.”

“What’s there left to say?” You retort, blowing your nose into the tissue. Yoongi grimaced.

“Hey Jeongguk, I know you fingered and degraded me like a whore in the men’s storage room after I told you to fuck off in front of your girlfriend, who I cannot compete with because she’s so god damn pretty.” You groan into your palm, shaking your head.

Yoongi deadpans.

“Anyway—” you pop back up, bloodshot eyes staring almost creepily back at Yoongi’s brown ones. He’s a bit terrified right now. “I feel like you’ve treated me like shit since forever— which I’ve borderline enjoyed in certain situations, by the way! — and we need to reevaluate our relationship.” You sprout theatrically, waving your hands.

There was a beat of silence.

“Wait… is that what I’m supposed to say?” You blink at them innocently.

“Naw shit, ____!” They simultaneously exclaimed, giving you a look. You cringe back, cheeks turning rosy at the fact that you gave such an easy resolution to your problems.

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The Substitute Lover (5)

word count: 3.1k 

genre: fluff, angst hehe

pairing: myg x reader

summary: Finally meeting the college boy you’ve been eyeing on for months, everything goes wrong when you realise what you’re really getting yourself into.

a/n: this is part !!! Thank you for the feedback from last chapter! Also, sorry if everything is going so slow, I don’t want to rush the story. Don’t worry, shit will go down soon.  If you can, please please please leave me a feedback after reading this chapter.

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“You guys know each other?” you asked, turning to look at Namjoon. It turns out, your new friend’s name was Eujin.

A pretty name for a pretty face.

“Why are you with Y/N?” Namjoon asked further, sharing a look with Hoseok. The interaction has been short so far, but the tension was so thick, it can already be cut by a knife.

Eujin shrugged her shoulders, brushing her long hair behind her back.

“She’s about to pass out because she was burning with fever. I took her here to eat and drink medicine before she goes home.” she explained. Hoseok, who was silent until now, looked over to me to as if to ask for confirmation. I nodded; it was true, after all.

Not having answered your question, you gave all of them a once over as you repeat yourself.

“How do you guys know each other?”

“They’re my boyfriend’s friends.” Eujin answered.

Now that you had taken a good look of her face, you slowly recognised her. She was one of your younger professor’s girlfriend. You remember her from countless of time you had to go to his office and have your papers checked. Of course you weren’t sure if it was allowed, but it’s none of your business anyway.

“Jagi?” Yoongi’s sudden appearance startled you.

You felt as if a bucket of cold water washed over you as it finally dawned on you. You didn’t really know what “Jagi” looked like, but if Yoongi was to fall for someone, she would most definitely look like Eujin. Ethereal.

What confused you is to why she’s calling Yoongi her boyfriend? You thought maybe she and your professor have broken up.

You managed to hold yourself together and face Eujin, offering a hand. She raised hers to shake it as you fake a smile in return, hoping none of them would see through it.

“Hi, I’m Hoseok and Namjoon’s friend too.” you start to introduce yourself. “My name is Y/N.”

Her face gave away a sense of realisation. She eyed you up and down, drinking your appearance in. You inwardly groan that you didn’t put in effort in how you dressed today. You looked like a donkey next to her. The trio was watching quietly.

“Are you the lucky one who got my Yoongs to agree to go on a date with her?” she teased, and it almost hurt how she called him as hers. Shaking the feeling of jealousy away, you keep the smile to your face. She’s his and he’s hers. You had no right to be jealous.

Surprisingly, you managed to hide your disappointment with the manner of how she asked, it sounded rude and condescending. The concern she had for you vanished into thin air, but you’re sure no one noticed that but you.

You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. It was beyond embarrassing for it to come directly from her mouth, especially in front of Yoongi.

You tried to answer but no words came out of your mouth. Thankfully, Namjoon awkwardly laughed beside you to kill the tension arising and sat next to you.

“Anyways, how are you?” he asked. “Do you want me to take you to your apartment?”

“No need, I can get by on my own. I just need to eat first. I’m starving!” you groaned. Earning a laugh from Hoseok who ruffled your hair.

“Come on, I’ll get you something to eat.” You gladly nodded, forgetting the awkwardness that just occurred minutes ago. You have grown close to Namjoon and Hoseok but you are much closer to the latter.

You tail behind him as he reach out his hand to you, not bothering to look back. You hesitate for a bit, not wanting people to assume things between you two but decided against it.You lace your hand in his. If there is one thing you’ve learned from the first month of being friends with them, it’s that they are a fan of skinship.

You used to feel uncomfortable with how often Hoseok places his hands over your shoulders or how Namjoon bumps elbows with you when you sit next to each other but after observing them, it seems that they do that to each other too. Everything was completely platonic. That was when you started to adapt to them and became comfortable with skinship too.

“Are you alright, Y/N? I’m sorry you had a run-in with that witch.” he said with a scowl. So they did notice, you note. Nevertheless, you smack his shoulder at the comment. “Yoongi wouldn’t appreciate you calling her that, Hobi.”

Hoseok instantly forgot what he was grumbling about and beamed at the nickname. You heard that “Hoba” was Yoongi and Namjoon’s nickname for him so you made one of your own. You’ll never forget Hoseok’s face when he first heard you say it.

“Are you alright? How are you feeling, really?” he sighed. “I want you to know that both Namjoon and I condone what Yoongi did. He was wrong in so many ways, leaving you to go home alone last night.”

“To be fair, that was on me. I basically forced him on that date.” you shrugged.

“You didn’t, Y/N.” Hoseok turned to fully look at you. Worry etched on his face. “He wouldn’t be there if he didn’t want to be. No one forced him. He chose to be there.”

Your mind instantly trailed back to the bus ride where Yoongi had said the same thing. It made you wonder if it was true.

Trying to change the subject, you point to the line of the cafeteria. Wanting to just get food in your system and head home.

On the other side of the room were Yoongi, Eujin, and Namjoon.

“I thought I had competition, but I think I no longer have to worry.” Eujin points at you and Hoseok’s hands. Namjoon ignored this, knowing Hoseok and yours closeness, he didn’t think any of it.

“See Jagi, you had nothing to worry about.” Yoongi assured in her ear. She hummed in return, not bothering to reply.

Namjoon couldn’t take it anymore so he started to address the elephant in the room.

“Is this a thing again?” Namjoon asked, pointing at both Yoongi and Eujin. He was frustrated for his friend, in all honesty. He and Hoseok have witnessed how much it affected Yoongi when she left. He didn’t want that to happen again.

“We’re going to try, Joon.” Eujin answered for the both of them.

“Namjoon.” Namjoon corrected. “Only my friends can call me Joon.” Yoongi wanted to say something and bark back but didn’t want to push his luck. Eujin cleared her throat at that. She didn’t want to impose further. All she needed was for Yoongi to like her, everyone else is irrelevant.

“Also, tell that to me in a week after you’re out the door again, leaving Yoongi for another man.” That was the last straw for Yoongi. He abruptly stood and slammed a hand on the table. He felt rage creeping through his veins but mostly ashamed for himself too. It was a low moment for him. How dare Namjoon speak of that. It was a low blow, Namjoon was aware of that too, but Yoongi needs to wake the fuck up.

This startled Eujin, who stayed quiet beside Yoongi. She was guilty. Their relationship ended because she did find someone new; Yoongi just never figured out whom. All he knows is that it took an awful turn and left her broken beyond pieces. Only Yoongi was there to comfort her. She put her hand on Yoongi’s trembling ones and ushered for him to take a seat.

“Look, Joon.” He sighed. “I know you care about me but please, never speak of that again. We already moved past that. Don’t bring it back.”

Namjoon only nodded, tired of proving a point and wanting to move on from this drama already.

Besides, he already saw Hoseok and you walking in their direction. Namjoon didn’t want to be insensitive in front of you, both he and Hoseok knows that you are deeply infatuated with their friend. Every time you meet with them, though you try to be subtle about it, they notice your disappointment whenever Yoongi doesn’t come.

Hoseok took a seat and you sat down next to him. You almost inhale your food desperate to finally drink medicine. Your head was throbbing and you felt worse than you did earlier. Namjoon offered you a paracetamol which you gladly took. You smiled at him gratefully and drank it in one go. You’ll start to feel better soon.

After a few minutes, you feel your fever going down. Leaning your head onto the bag Namjoon placed in the table, you quickly used it as a cushion for your to rest on. You paid the couple in front of you no mind. It’s embarrassing enough that you practically forced Yoongi into a date, furthermore Eujin finding out and asking you about it. So you focused on Hoseok telling you a story about a dog he met on his way to the campus as Namjoon plays with your hair.

“His name is Kobe, Y/N!” he exclaims, trying to make you understand why it was so important. You tilt your head to the side, confused as to why it was a big deal.

“My name is Hobi! Kobe and Hobi, Y/N!”

You laughed out loud when you realised his point. You are absolutely endeared at how cute Hoseok is being. Namjoon just opted to roll his eyes.

“Hoba, you wasted our time.” Yoongi spoke for the first time, making you turn your head towards him. Hoseok hissed at him, he was no longer ignoring him but was being petty at everything he says. This made Yoongi laugh, too. It was hard to not be obsessed with Hoseok, he’s a ball of sunshine in human form.

“Where did Hobi even come from?” He added, to which Namjoon replied before Hoseok can.

“It’s the nickname Y/N gave him. You know, just some perks we get for being her friend.” Namjoon bragged as if it was important piece of information for Yoongi to know. You blushed at his statement and Yoongi looked away.

“Joonie, I think you’ve made your point.” You rolled your eyes at Namjoon. You stood up and gathered your things. You need to go home now. The medicine made you feel better but you felt your body begging you to rest. You are exhausted beyond words and honestly lacking the energy to attend afternoon classes.

“I have to go now, though. I really feel like shit.” you laughed.

“I’ll bring you home, Y/N.” Hoseok begged once again. Yoongi grew bothered by how his two closest friends were so keen with protecting you. What is up with that?

“Look, if it eases your paranoia,” You start. “I promise to text you as soon as I get home.”

That somehow made Hoseok sigh in defeat. You beamed at him, happy that you were able to crack him.

You face the group and bowed a little, bidding goodbye. Yoongi frowned at that, you weren’t strangers. The courtesy was uncalled for and it made his stomach feel queasy. Besides, he didn’t like the idea of you bowing to Eujin. It was already bad enough that you were being forced to tolerate their relationship. He wasn’t sadistic, as Yoongi repeats to himself every time you’re in the picture, he has a heart.

Yoongi was curious as to why you didn’t get upset at him for leaving you to walk home alone last night in the first place. Nor did you question Eujin and who she is in his life. If he was being honest, this confused him. After all your efforts to ask him out on a date, your constant stares, and Hoseok’s teasing when he is near you, he thought that you actually like him.

Except you are here now, acting like he’s nothing. Laughing with Hoseok and Namjoon, who you have both given nicknames.

It’s not that he gives two fucks though.

He does. Yoongi gives a million fucks.

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You continued with your life as normal, spending most of it with Hoseok and Namjoon. Yoongi was occasionally present but it’s usually with Eujin by his side.

You weren’t going to lie, the more you see them together, the more you wish you were the one in Eujin’s place. Hoseok often try to encourage you to try dating other people but you just shook your head and let him. You weren’t really looking to date, liking Yoongi was just a surprise to you as it is to them.

A few weeks passed and you find yourself slowly accepting your fate. You made no attempt to talk to Yoongi unless it was needed. Eujin was still a bit odd around you, but it was alright. You didn’t have to be best friends, she knew you had feelings for Yoongi and since she’s dating him, it’s her right to put a space between you two. So you let them.

Yoongi, on the other hand, found himself always forcing a smile whenever Eujin was around. These days, he preferred to be with Hoseok and Namjoon, attending rehearsals as much as he can.

Though he hates to admit it, he prefers it when you’re there, too.

He’s often frustrated at you. He hates how you can grab his full attention in a snap. He hates how your nose crinkles at everything Hoseok says. He hates how you always lean your head on Namjoon’s shoulder when you laugh. He hates how you’re always in his mind, rent-free.

He fucking hates it.

He recalls the next Humanities class you had with them, you walked in carrying a to-go paper bag from a local coffee shop. Yoongi scoffed, he knew you’d crack. How many times does he have to tell you for you to realise that Eujin is in his life now?

When you saw the trio, you beamed and walked happily towards them. The moment you reach them, Yoongi opened his mouth to say something about you bringing him coffee but to his surprise, you went directly to Namjoon’s desk.

“Joonie, I got you the biggest size since you helped me with Accounting last week.” Namjoon like the barbarian he is, didn’t even wait for you to hand him the drink. He immediately grabbed the paper bag and took out the drink himself.

Yoongi’s jaw almost hit the floor. He assumed wrong. He felt crimson red creep up to his cheeks as he imagined what horror it could’ve been if he let his mouth run. He’s an idiot. Hoseok who was by his side, noticed this and started to tease him.

“You thought the coffee was for you?” He teased which made Yoongi snarl.

“Why would I think that?” He replied, annoyed out of his mind.

Hoseok teased him further as you stick the straw to the drink that you bought for him. He began to drink it while maintaining eye contact with Yoongi and you smack his head from behind.

“Hobi,” you warn. “Stop teasing Yoongi.”

You grab the paper bag and gave it to Yoongi. He reluctantly looked at it and raised his eyebrows at you.

“I didn’t get you coffee since you didn’t like it last time,” you trailed off. This made Yoongi squirm at his seat, remembering how he rejected the one you bought for him last time. He was a fucking asshole.

“I got you a panini, though.” you held the paper bag in front of his face. He accepted it and placed it on his desk. You flashed a grin that could light up a whole village. Yoongi felt a zoo in his stomach. Something must be wrong with him.

“I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable, Yoongi. Don’t worry, I fully respect your relationship with Eujin.” you started. “What do you say? Friends?” you offer a hand. Yoongi raised his to shake yours.

Yoongi wasn’t really sure how he felt with being your friend.

But with how you treat Hoseok and Namjoon, you must be a great one.

With that, classes started and you didn’t even glance his way for the rest of it. He knows because he never took his eyes off of you.

You have concluded that Yoongi was not bad of a friend as you thought he would be.

After you two have cleared everything up, he began to open up more to you. Of course, you knew your boundaries.

Hoseok became your best friend, you confide in him for everything. Namjoon sometimes jokes and gets jealous at how you’re “stealing” him from their little trio.

One day while you’re eating lunch with everyone, he began to tease you as the topic of your bet with Yoongi was opened up.

“She slayed that bet, in my opinion.” Namjoon stated.

“I did!” you whined beside Hoseok. “I knew that the answer was Plato! If I realised it sooner, I would’ve won!”

“But you didn’t,” Yoongi pointed at finger at you while he drank his soda. Eujin just chuckled beside him.

“She had guts though.” She said, eyeing me. There was that look of distaste again, swimming in her irises. You said nothing, but clear your throat.

“She did! Plus, did you know,” Hoseok said with a teasing tone. “That was Y/N’s first kiss!”

Everyone in the table but Yoongi laughed.

“I don’t really know what came into me.” You snorted. “Damn, I must’ve seemed bat shit crazy to you, Yoongi. No wonder you didn’t want to go on that date with me.”

Namjoon tapped your shoulder as if to say “there there” and you held onto it. Yoongi’s eyes stayed glued to it, a part of him wanted to take it off and practically shove Namjoon off of you.

He was just a possessive friend. He thought.

He was still somewhat shocked to know that it was your first kiss. You were so bold about it, it didn’t seem like it. He feels Eujin snake her hand around his waist. This brought him back to the conversation. He even found himself questioning why he even cared.

You are clouding his mind these days.

He wants you to stop.

You need to stop, he thought, as he hugs Eujin from the side. ————————————

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