Hello :DD I Saw Your Drabble Game Was Up And I Just Couldnt Resist!!

hello :DD i saw your drabble game was up and i just couldn’t resist!!

may i ask for jungkook x reader ( she / her prns or gender neutral!), mafia/gang au, e2l, treating an injury and “what happened to you?” “where did you get that?”

thank you so much! i love your work and can’t wait to see what you do with this if you choose to work on it! <33

~summary: Close enough to touch, far enough never to dare. But Jungkook knows you well enough to know something isn’t right. And that locket the new player is wearing? Isn’t his. Will this be what it takes to break the distance you keep with Jungkook? ~pairing: jungkook x reader ~angst, fluff, comfort, enemies to lovers, mafia!au ~word count: 3k ~rating: pg13 ~warnings: violence, alcohol, blood, injury

~a/n: thank you!! you’re so sweet🥰 I’m sorry this has taken more than a week since the last request I posted but as you can see, it’s also longer than a drabble! srsly, the moment I saw this one in my inbox, I was thrilled. it’s like this prompt was made for me haha. the biggest problem I had was not making it too much like Flame on Water, but I’m pleased with what I came up with! I hope you enjoy it too!💜

Jungkook’s eyes flitted in your direction the moment you walked in.

The bar was dark, filled with people, but it was like he could sense you in spite of the hum of chatter and low music fighting for his attention in this atmosphere. Fingers circling the rim of his glass, he eyed you as you crossed the threshold.

Your little acquaintance with Jungkook began some time ago. But there had been no friendly introductions; you had had a knife to the throat of one of his members and the next thing you knew, you were being pressed against the ground with Jungkook at your back.

Over time, you had proved to be quite a match for each other. Just as your gangs skirted around each other, testing boundaries, winning and losing skirmishes for territory, the two of you were seemingly in orbit of the other. One way or another, you would always end up toe to toe, a constant challenge – or, perhaps, annoyance – to the other.

Tonight may be no different. Your eyes locked as you passed his table. Always close enough to touch, but too wise to move until the time was right.

In your line of work, you had to settle for a cool distance with the enemy. After all, you knew that while you were capable of taking him down, the opposite was also true. And either action would invite more conflict that your gangs’ tentative hostility could bear.

You approached and Jungkook sat back, anticipating your arrival. Neither of you would dare make a move in here, you knew that. But it was always fun to flirt with danger.

His smirk grew, a brow cocked as he waited for you to bite first. A simple ‘what are you looking at, Jeon?’ was enough for a spark.

Instead, your expression darkened.

“Not tonight, Jeon.”

Without even staying to hear a response, you kept your head down and moved past.

Jungkook frowned, leaning forwards to catch a glimpse of you, melting into the hubbub of this bar. Something was off.

For the brief moment he could, he scanned your form. He could be imagining it, but were you limping? If you were, you hid it well. In any case, you were gone too soon for him to be sure.

Still, his eyes lingered. He swallowed down a growing unease. This wasn’t like you – but then, why should that mean anything to him? Better still, he should revel in this. To have you in such a sour mood, something must have happened in favour of his gang. And at the expense of you.

He pretended that made him feel better.

But Jungkook had no time to spare thinking of you. Why he would ever want to was a concern in itself.

He was here for a reason. And that reason was crossing to the bar right now.

The man was alone, but Jungkook wasn’t stupid enough to rule out the possibility of anyone keeping an eye from the crowd. This was a new player in town, Ilwoon, but wasn’t someone Namjoon was keen to put in the ground straight away. He was clearly smart, having gained connections before trying to emerge as a powerful figure.

Jungkook had been given instructions for a hassle-free discussion and deal, but he took that with a pinch of salt. They didn’t know much about this guy, and it was Jungkook’s job to show him they weren’t going to be pushed around easily.

Still, he approached with a decidedly cool exterior, letting nothing slip in his expression.

“Two Manhattans.” The order confirmed to Jungkook that this was in fact the right man. His voice was rough, a contrast to the fine trimmed haircut he sported.

Allowing a cordial smile onto his face, Jungkook seated himself beside the newcomer while the bartender busied herself.

“Nice evening,” Jungkook muttered off-hand, “busy.”

Ilwoon bristled, clearly not sure what to make of the smalltalk. But a moment later, a smile bloomed on his face. Jungkook didn’t like it at all, but made sure not to flinch.

“Good place to end a long day,” the man said.

Their drinks slid across the counter, Jungkook watching the other take a sip first, taking note of the way his dark eyes crawled over the occupants of the bar. Like he owned the lot.

Taking a sip too, Jungkook could pass the disgusted curl of his lips off as a response to the burn of alcohol. About to resign himself to a tense but necessary conversation, he turned his eyes back to his drinking partner.

Jungkook’s hand tightened around his glass, not lowering it to the tabletop. Frozen, he stared.

Ilwoon lowered his arm, revealing a charming red pendant which was just visible around his shirt buttons. Finishing his own drink, the man noticed Jungkook’s staring and frowned, shifting in his seat. A small flash of red bounced from the jewel at the movement.

It was beautiful. Jungkook had always thought so. But that was just the problem.

“That isn’t yours.”

Raising his eyes fractionally, Jungkook finally met the man’s gaze with steel in his own.

Quirking a brow, that same repulsive smile flitted onto Ilwoon’s face.

“Told you I’d been having fun in this town,” the man shrugged, “now, shall we talk?”

Fast as a whip, Jungkook had sent his chair clattering to the floor as he sprung at the man, grabbing him roughly by his collar and sending him colliding with the bar.

Any previous noise dissipated, silence shooting through crowd place like a wave.

Jungkook didn’t even break the man’s gaze. One of the glasses slowly rolled off the table, smashed loudly on the floor.

No one moved.

Holding his stance, Jungkook’s only move was to tighten his grip, drawing closer to the man.

“For someone in your position, I would think you’d want to play nice,” he hissed.

Despite the way his feet scrabbled for purchase on the floor and his breath grew shallower, the other man narrowed his eyes, spitting back with vitriol.

“No honour among thieves, I thought. This shouldn’t be your concern.”

“You’re going to tell me who is and isn’t my concern?” Jungkook all but yelled, shaking him.

“I never touched one of yours!”

“They don’t belong to you either,” Jungkook growled. His spare hand reached up, just below the one holding his foe, to grab the locket.

It was true that it was nothing to do with bangtan. That his actions now would spark rumours of some weakness, some compromise. That he need not be interested in the fate of anyone other than the boys he called family.

But Jungkook didn’t recall seeing this around your neck earlier.

He tore it off. Releasing the man and leaving him panting, leaning against the counter, he stalked away without looking back.

The thin metal chain felt heavy in Jungkook’s fist.

Falling fast and heavy, his shoes clattered up the stairs. If Ilwoon had any sense, he would be long gone already, but he was a long way down Jungkook’s list right now.

The bouncer nodded him through instantly, Jungkook not even sparing time to look at her.

While this bar was supposed to be a neutral place for gangs (something he would certainly have to explain if the owner got wind of his little stunt downstairs), many of them frequented the place. With the absence of violence came somewhere for meetings, perhaps the only spot this side of bangtan’s territory where Jungkook could brush shoulders with enemies without trading blows.

At the moment, he was rather closer to shoving them as he carved a path through the crowd. The top floor was solely for those in his… profession. He had no doubt you had been heading here when he saw you earlier.

Emerging from the dense group by the bar, he quickly scanned the tables, ruling each one out.

Chewing his cheek, he exhaled harshly through his nose, turning his head erratically. You were nowhere in sight.

There was only one place left.

Walking purposefully past the tables, he pushed through another door. The bathrooms were here, four gender neutral ones lining the corridor.

Toeing open the nearest, he peered inside. It was empty, as was the lockable cubicle inside. Crossing the hall in one stride, he tried the next with the same results. The third, however-

You eyes snapped up, meeting his in the mirror just before you whirled around with a gasp, straightening your top.

Jungkook’s brow creased, gaze lingering even though you were now totally covered by your turtleneck. Once again, it had been too quick to be sure, but-

“What happened to you?”

Jungkook’s intense gaze met yours as he stepped inside, the door falling closed behind him. He didn’t miss your guarded stance, the way your eyes flickered to the exit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jeon,” you replied tersely.

Turning back to the mirror, you leaned over the sink to make a show of inspecting your hair. As if you couldn’t care less about his invasion.

But much as you hated to admit it, Jungkook may know you more than most people. Despite your… situation, it was hard to keep secrets and emotions at bay when your lives revolved around pushing the other, whether it be in a physical fight or in tactical play. Even those in your own circle were kept at a further distance. Trust wasn’t exactly an abundant resource in your world.

You just hoped the amount of times Jungkook had seen you hurt, sometimes from his own doing, wouldn’t pay off now. You knew he was still watching you.

He ground his teeth, then looked down at something.

“What’s this then?”

Turning back to him in irritation, you opened your mouth, only to freeze like that when you saw the pendant dangling from his fingers. Your father had given you that, a symbol of your belonging to his empire just before he died. While many of his members believed you weren’t fit to be with them, it reminded you they wrong.

You always wore it.

Until…

“Where did you get that?”

“What happened to you?”

Jungkook repeated his question rapidly in response to your own. All it prompted was more silence. But he had watched your unbothered air crack in front of him the moment he showed you the locket – something was wrong.

“Listen, Jungkook,” you spoke low, trying not to betray your shaking voice, “I’ve had quite enough for today. If you want to add to that, go ahead. Just tell the cleaners on your way out.”

Your words jarred Jungkook. Reminded him of all the reasons you would expect him to be here, and with good reason. A startling realisation of how far his feelings seemed to have strayed from the familiarity of your rivalry.

He took a breath, horrified. Expecting you to laugh any second, or even kick him in the face.

But you just waited.

“What did he do to you?” he pressed, taking a step.

He jolted to a stop the next second when you actually stepped away from him, backing against the sink.

“You know Ilwoon?”

“I hate the bastard, but yes,” Jungkook spoke through gritted teeth, “care to tell me why he had this?”

You rolled your eyes.

“What do you think?”

“Is it the reason there’s blood in the sink?”

“Well done, Sherlock,” you bit, “don’t you think you could save your gloating for later?”

“He hurt you.”

You smirked drily.

“Are you just bitter because you never managed?”

He stared in disbelief. How were joking about this?

You still stared defiantly up at him, arms folded over your chest.

His next words came as little more than a breath.

“Let me see.”

You didn’t move.

“I’m sorry?”

He cleared his throat, suddenly hesitant to meet your eyes.

“Let- let me see. I can help.”

You were silent for so long that Jungkook looked back up at you, finding you still staring at him like he was crazy.

Perhaps he was.

But eventually, you dropped your arms and stepped to one side with a soft huff.

Stepping forward, Jungkook laid the necklace quietly on the counter before reaching out. Just before his fingers touched the hem of the fabric, he looked back up for confirmation.

You took a breath. Somehow, this didn’t feel as strange as it should.

A small nod from you, and he gently lifted the material, a crease emerging between his brows.

Chewing your lip, you looked away. Still, you couldn’t help eyeing the damage in the mirror beside you. The wound wasn’t of too much concern, but the blood was certainly a sight to behold. Your cleaning had done nothing to improve it.

A slash ran across your side. He had poor aim, the knife striking your ribs which had deflected it, extending the cut around your side where it was hard for you to reach without having to contort and receive a warning blast of pain from the injured spot.

You couldn’t help the hiss that left you when Jungkook’s fingers brushed against it. Withdrawing instantly, he looked back to you.

“Sorry, go ahead,” you muttered, averting your eyes again.

Still, when he turned on the tap to wet his hand, it returned cautiously, barely touching if he could help it. For the odd time he aggravated the wound, you simply bit your tongue.

Turning your eyes towards yourself in the mirror, you watched blankly. What should have been the most bizarre scene felt all too easy. Jungkook’s gaze remained focussed, fixed on his hands as they were painted red with your blood before it swirled away down the drain.

His hands left you then, prompting you to whip around in panic. Where was he going?

All you were met with was a low chuckle, a lopsided smile falling onto Jungkook’s lips. He stayed where he was, shrugging off his jacket.

“What are you-?”

Your question died on your lips as he bunched it up, bending slightly to tend to your wound again. Lost for words, you simply raised your arm slightly to give him better access as he pressed the fabric against your side.

Part of you felt bad for what was clearly an expensive jacket – the material wasn’t scratchy at all, barely irritating your injury.

“It should be treated properly,” he said.

“I’ll live.”

“I don’t doubt it. But… you’ll have someone look at it, right?”

You quirked a brow at him.

“So you can give me another one next week?”

“Of course not!”

His exclamation took you by surprise. Apparently, it did the same to him, both of you blinking at each other in the following quiet.

He sighed roughly, looking down to his shifting feet for a moment.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

“Why would I do that?”

Your protest was weak and you knew it. Your voice came out tired. The care Jungkook had just showed you left you caving to the very thing you had always tried to resist. But after today’s events, you just wanted to let your guard down and tell someone.

He didn’t even have to say anything else. You sighed, leaned back against the counter.

“The new guy wanted to meet up, talk business with our gang. I didn’t turn up expecting anything, but the moment he saw they sent me, he seemed to take that as a sign of weakness. Not a word of business, just him being a creep until he attacked me when I wasn’t having it.”

Kicking the tiled floor as you spoke, a bitter scowl took over your face. You were more than capable of taking on/quick enough to take on this stupid newbie, but the knife had really taken you by surprise.

“I shouldn’t have even given him the chance,” you cursed, “but when this happened, it threw me enough for him to grab me. He seemed to enjoy it. Like that necklace was a bleeding trophy.”

Jungkook’s expression of hatred mirrored your own.

When your eyes fell on the jewellery sitting on the side, his followed. Saying nothing, he reached for it, stepped behind you.

Instinctively, you turned, meeting his eyes as he came behind you in the mirror. The necklace glinted innocently in the light as he raised it above your head, fastening it out of sight at the nape of your neck.

His fingers only grazed your skin as he pulled away. And if he saw the bruises on your neck, he said nothing about them. He knew all too well how humiliating it could be to come out this side of what should have been an easy fight.

“He wanted discussions with bangtan as well,” Jungkook said, as if it was the most innocent thing in the world.

But his smirk in the mirror ignited hope in you again.

Spinning around to face him, you pretended not to notice just how close this brought you to Jungkook. You were no stranger to being a breath away from him, but it was a different experience now you weren’t trying to attack each other.

“You mean he’s been in contact with both of us?”

“Would have thought he’d be smart enough to know not to get between enemies. When our bosses find out he wants to play us like this I don’t think they’ll be too happy, do you?”

Like falling into your magnetic pull, Jungkook shifted closer still. A smirk was growing over your features, eyes glinting in the light.

Your gaze dropped slightly, a finger coming to rest on his chest. Looking up at him, you tilted your head playfully. This confidence fit you much better, more familiar than the weakness Ilwoon had inflicted on you.

“And what about how we found out?”

“I don’t think that should be of concern when he’s running for his life.”

And you fell together at last, all that time you had spent fighting fading in the work of an instant. The tongue that loved to cut you down now tasted so sweet as you indulged in his lips at last. How you had ever been able to resist, you didn’t know.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY RENJUN 🦊❤️ (00.03.23)

park jisung on my mind 😓😓😓 i’m back! (i think) my writer’s block has finally been defeated!!! ୧⍢⃝୨

arcade — pjs.

in which your boyfriend takes you to the arcade.

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“y/n y/n y/n!! look look! they have stuffed bears in there!” jisung lights up at the sight of the multi-colored bears sitting inside the glass box.

you can’t help but laugh at how excited your boyfriend was getting. the small arcade he brought you too was packed with people—friend groups and couples alike wander around the two of you.

jisung’s fishing his pocket for the small card that allows you both to waste your time on the countless machines scattered across the small store. “just sit there and look pretty, babe!”

your boyfriend’s tongue pokes at his cheek as he stares intensely at the brown bear he was trying to take. the metal claw moves as he controls it with the knob settled outside the machine.

“go ji!” you’re smiling so much your cheeks hurt. your hand is holding your phone as you film the tall boy. “what was that?!”

he’s whining now—watching the small toy fall from the claws seemed to make his legs turn to jelly.

“let me try again.” he huffs, swiping the card to try once more.

—

“ji, love—it’s okay!” you can’t contain your giggles directed at the pouty boy next to you.

“but i really wanted to get that for you!” jisung whines even louder this time, both your hands filled with loads of tickets from walking around the whole arcade.

your gaze catches a small booth hidden away in the corner. a flash of recognition lights up your eyes before your jumping up and dragging jisung away.

“look look look! they have a photobooth!” he’s grinning from ear to ear as you pull him towards the cramped booth. there’s a big screen waiting for the two of you—it shows the both of you as you settle into the small bench.

“are you ready, ji?” you smile at him as you swipe the card. a robotic voice echoes around you ‘please select your camera setting and get ready for your shots!’

“where do we look?”

neither of you have any time to ask anymore questions when the loud voice starts to count down.

“oh my god! um—“ you’re giggling as you push your head against jisung’s. you’re both smiling and the first picture snaps into place.

your boyfriend’s arm reaches behind you to pull you closer to him—his face scrunches into a wink as your cheeks tint pink while you flash a shy smile at the camera.

“what do we do now?” jisung lets out a loud laugh as you both try your hardest to think of a pose on time. you barely hear the camera shutter amongst both your giggling.

you both strike a couple more poses, throwing up finger hearts and some wacky faces—but you’re now on your last picture and you’re out of ideas.

..3…

“um—what else can we do?” you’re laughing as you stare at yourself through the massive screen.

…2…

you feel jisung’s soft touch on your chin, he tugs gently so you’re looking right at him. his lips are curved in a soft smile.

…1…

and he kisses you.

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i’m so sad i want to go to the arcade with a special someone now </3

Hey so umm I found u on you tube on a post or a kenma playlist hahahaha and I wanted to see ur stuff and ur Atsumu story is bom but I wanted to ask is you could do a kags kenma or Akaashi story sorry and thanks 🖤

under the stars

➷ character: timeskip kenma kozume x gn! reader ➷ type: fluff ➷ warnings: - ➷ song rec: our summer - txt

hi anon ! sorry for taking so long to get to this, i just had no motivation to write <3 anyways, i wrote a kenma story for u, i left the ending kind of vague, i hope u don’t mind ><

“Y/N. You’re late.”

“Sorry.” You said, a guilty smile on your face.

“Take a seat, and we’ll get started.”

You sigh in relief as you slump against your seat. You glance at your wrist- 8.05 AM. “Late again, Y/N?” A particular blonde-haired boy muttered, a smirk on his face. “You know my name.” You replied- almost on instinct. You didn’t recognize the boy- maybe he was from another class? “Of course I know your name.” The boy says, eyes still glued to the presentation. “I had something to do today.” You replied hesitantly- he was a stranger anyways.

“I’m Kenma. Kenma Kozume.” The boy says, finally glancing over to you.

Sharp brown eyes locked with yours. It was a feeling like no other- the way he looked at you. Your heart almost lept out of your chest- who was he? You felt your cheeks flare up and you cough awkwardly.

Way to go, Y/N.

You look away, staring into your notebook as you avoid eye contact with him. “I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” You mutter out softly. You hear a soft chuckle from Kenma- something that alerts you. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

On that fateful summer, his heart became yours.

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The library was quiet as you tip toed across the isles, searching for the fictional book category. Moonlight shined softly from the library’s big brass windows. The library was quiet as you tip toed across the isles, searching for the fictional book category. Moonlight shined softly from the library’s big brass windows. Most of the library was empty, just some people studying and some horny students swapping spit in a dark corner. As you neared a corner, something caught your eye.

A hooded figure crouched down in a corner, reading a book. Strands of blonde locks peeked out from the black hoodie, aswell as a pair of sharp brown eyes. The eyes that you’d recognize anywhere- Kenma Kozume. You gulp nervously as you observe him- the way his long fingers stroked against the pages of the books. Everything he did looked elegant and poised, like he was some sort of prince. Your eyes trailed across his hoodie, and his eyes caught yours. His eyes were warm and welcoming- unlike the pursed lips he had on.

“Enjoying the view?” He said, his lips quirking up into a smirk.

You chuckled awkwardly as you put down the books to talk to him. “Hey.” You mutter, trying to avoid his eyes. He chuckled, putting down his book. “What are you doing here?” He says, standing up. Until now, you’ve never observed how tall he was. Your eyes widen in surprise at his height- you’ve never considered him to be tall. “I- uh- I’m looking for a history book. I need it.” You mutter out quickly, trying to cover up your cheeks awkwardly. “Ah. I’ll help you look for it then, I’ve got time to kill.” Kenma says, a smile on his face as he tucks his book back on the shelf.

“Ah, no need! I’m sure I can just-”

Kenma puts a finger over your mouth. “It’s fine. Come on, I think I know what you’re looking for.”

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The next time you see him, he’s in a suit. Yes, a full fledged suit. “Oh, hey Y/N!” Kenma says as he spots you from across the campus garden. Unlike Kenma, you were dressed comfortably in sweats. These days, you’re getting along with Kenma pretty well- hanging around the campus often. You wave back at Kenma, who’s surrounded by lights and photographers. Kenma shoots one of the photographers a glance and heads over to you.

“What are you doing? Are you an idol now?” You ask playfully, nodding towards the bunch of people across the garden. “Oh- I’m just doing some shoots for the company.” Kenma says, a small smile playing on his face. Small droplets of sweat hung around his face, sparkling in the sunlight. “Ah- that’s- cool!” You stutter, snapping out of your trance. “You look nice today.” You shoot Kenma a smile, hoping he would notice your interest in continuing the conversation.

Kenma’s cheeks turn pink at your compliment and he chuckles. “Ah- this is nothing, really. I’m sure I look better in my usual- hoodie and stuff.” Kenma says, rubbing his neck awkwardly. You giggle at his response- So I can fluster Kenma. “Hey- are you busy tonight?” Kenma asks, out of the blue. Your mind instantly races to come up with useless theories as to what the question meant. “Y-yeah! I mean- no- I’m not busy.” You stutter, giggling. “Great! Do you wanna… hang out tonight?” Kenma asks, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

Was this real? No, it couldn’t be. You chuckle- internally hoping that this was a joke. “You can say no!” Kenma hurriedly says before your mouth falls agape. “Oh! You weren’t joking!” You say, baffled. “…Is that a yes?” Kenma asks, unsure. “Yeah. Any tips on what to uh… wear?” You mutter, still shocked. “Casual is fine!” Kenma mutters, a hint of rose on his cheeks. You nod before letting out a small chuckle.

“Well!- It’s been great, Y/N. I’ll see you later.” Kenma says, smiling softly before squeezing your shoulder- a small act of affection. Kenma had never actually touched you so far- which was weird. It felt odd- but so right at the same time. He emmited a warmth, that kept you feeling safe, and somehow, he had a look of adoration for you in his eyes. It felt like a delusion.

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You prance around your room as you think about Kenma- Shit, what was he gonna think? God, I must look like an idiot. Maybe I should cancel. You reach for your phone in a hurry only to be greeted by a text from Kenma.

i’m heading to ur dorm :)

Your eyes widened in surprise. “FUCK!” You shout as you gather your things in a hurry. “Don’t panic, don’t panic, don’t panic.” You mutter, and right on cue, someone knocks. “Kenma?” You ask yourself as you open the door in a calm-ish manner.

Kenma’s wearing his usual hoodie, only a phone in his hand. “Hey.” Kenma mutters, smiling. Fuck- he looks so good. “Kenma- hey.” You shoot him a small smile, leaning against the doorframe in an attempt to hide your messy room. “Let’s go. Don’t wanna miss the event, right?” Kenma says, a sweet smile on his face as he takes your hand in his. You give him a small squeeze before he drags you somewhere.

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The roof. You’re both sitting there, under the stars, eating stale sandwiches, enjoying each other’s warmth. “So… this is… the hang out?” You ask as you open up a bag of chips. “Yeah. I heard there’ll be tons of shooting stars tonight- so I thought I’d enjoy them with you!” Kenma sighs as he rests his head into your shoulder.

“Can I lie on your lap? Pretty please?”

The request startles you- but you nod- he had such a cute expression. His eyes light up before he settles down his head on your lap, facing the night sky. You brush out a few strands of hair from his face- before retracting your hand quickly. What the fuck are you thinking. You try and brush it off, tipping your head back to observe the stars yourself.

The stars were shining bright along with the moon, glimmering softly, far away. Something catches your eye- a sparkle, coming down slowly from afar. “Y/N look, it’s a shooting star.” Kenma says, pointing to the falling star. “You wanna make a wish, Ken?” You mutter, smiling to yourself. “I wish I never get into a scandal.” Kenma mutters under his breath, enough for you to hear. “You’re gonna get cancelled for that, Ken.” You playfully reply as the shooting star disappears. “Don’t jinx it, Y/N.”

“Look, there are more.” Kenma mutters as he points to more shooting stars. You stare at a particular one- it was not white, but a soft shade of baby blue. “I wish to actually graduate college.” You say, chuckling softly.

“I wish for Y/N to be mine.”

Ah. He did it again. You tense up under him- which he can clearly feel, by the way. “Not funny.” You mutter at Kenma, in which he only has a stupid smirk on his face. “Not joking.” Kenma replies snarkily, in which you feel your stomach churn. “I hate you, Kenma.” You mutter, probably thinking he was joking. You tip your head back again, hoping to avoid Kenma’s face.

“How do I describe it? You make me feel… warm.” Kenma starts and instantly, you feel warm and fuzzy. “When I saw you in class for the first time- god, you were so attractive! How can someone be THAT attractive, it’s just scientifically impossible. And- the way you speak- makes me feel all excited.” Kenma says, sighing softly. “You know- I have never felt like this. Ever. Do- do you feel the same?”

There was a hint of worry in his voice. Oh god- what if he was serious about this? “Kenma… this isn’t funny. Just so- just so you know.” You mutter as you close your eyes. “Y/N. Would you look at me, for a second?” Kenma says. OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT. You look down to be greeted with those warm eyes. Like the first time you saw him, your heart did backflips as he shot you a warm smile.

On that fateful summer night, you fell in love and the stars were your witness.

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[10:50 pm]

“‘m tired.” jisung mumbles into your neck as his sweat rolls off his own.

the boys had just finished one of their many performances, the loud instrumental of ridin’ still booming in your ears.

jisung loves the way your hands caress his hair despite the sweat it’s drenched in. you giggle as he buries his face deeper, “you were perfect.”

your soft murmur pasted a wide grin on the boy’s face, the statement was hushed just enough that only the two of you could hear it, and he couldn’t be more thankful he had you by his side than in that moment.

“says you,” the snickers jisung lets out are quiet and exhausted, but with your soft humming of their last song, the exhausted lovestruck boy lets himself be lulled to sleep in your arms.

THIS IS SO CUTEBJDBWJSJS

mafia!au + “i don’t want you to leave me alone”

"Hoseok..?" You call unto his name with a slight hesitation as you peek in through the door to find the man sat on his armchair. He has his head hung back into the seat, eyes closed as they face the ceiling.

He lets out a hum to let you know that he's heard you, so you take that time to walk closer to him. "Um...why did you kick those people out? They looked rather frightened when they walked out."

"I wanted to be left alone," he says simply, voice a monotone as he sits still in his chair with no will to look up at you. "Why're you here?"

"No particular reason," you quickly say. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you, I'll be going now-"

You feel his hand on your wrist before you can take a step away. "Don't," he commands, and you look back at him, blinking in confusion.

"Huh? But you said-"

Hoseok sighs as he sits up on his chair and finally looks your way. "I don't want you to leave me alone."

"O-oh." It isn't uncommon for them to have their bad days yet still allow you by their sides. You've come to realize that on most days when things aren't going well for them, they actually appreciate your company.

Even if it helps just a little, you decide you'll remain by Hoseok's side when he isn't in his best moods.

Hoseok doesn't let go of your wrist but he does take the silence to look you up and down, his brows creasing when he realizes you have a jacket draped on your shoulder.

"What're you wearing?" He asks as he brings you in to stand between his legs. He touches the jacket, eyes narrowing with suspicion at the material. "This doesn't belong to any of us. Who gave you this?"

He knows it can't be a new jacket you've gotten either because this doesn't really fit your style. Not to mention the size is rather big on you.

"Oh, I sort of underestimated the weather today when they brought me over. One of your men saw me shivering so he offered me his jacket," you explain gently. "I was going to give it back, I promise, but when I saw those men leaving your office, it totally slipped my mind."

Hoseok flicks the jacket off your shoulders without a word, letting it discard to the floor without a care as he takes off his blazer to let it drape around your shoulder before he pulls you in, wrapping his arms around you in order to give you his warmth.

You let him engulf you in his warm embrace, smiling against his chest as you nuzzle against him. "Mm..warm," you say, and he takes your legs to adjust you over his lap so that you're now settled right against him.

"Jungkook and Jimin bid me goodbye this morning for a mission they were leaving for. Do you think they'll return by tonight?"

Hoseok shakes his head. "It'll take at least three days for them to return."

"Ah." You sound a bit disappointed but you don't question it any further. Hoseok may know the extent to where the mission lies but even you understand that asking about it won't do you any good. "They'll be fine. Taehyung said he's been watching over them since this morning."

"You've come to accept these things much easier nowadays."

"If I don't trust you, life will be much harder to deal with."

"That's right." You like hearing the chuckle that leaves his lips, lets you know that your presence has helped him and that he's beginning to loosen up.

"Ah, I almost got in a fight with Namjoon."

"Did you now. What did he do?"

You grin at the fact that he automatically accuses Namjoon as if you could ever do anything wrong in his eyes. "Well Jin told me he was overworking himself and disregarding his sleep so I had to scold him and in doing so, I guess Namjoon might've not been in the greatest moods so I told him not to take his tone with me and talk to me again when he woke up from his twelve hour needed sleep and hung up on him. Um..." You think back on the conversation, a lips pressing into a thin line. "Maybe we did get into a fight."

"Good on you," Hoseok hums without a thought. "Namjoon doesn't usually lose his cool unless he's sleep deprived or someone really messed up."

"That's true. Yoongi told me the same thing."

"Gives us a lot of work to keep up with his slack though."

"Sorry for that." You look up at him with sincere worry, a hand resting on his face. "You look really tense."

"I'll be alright," he smiles sweetly your way. "As long as you're here, babygirl, everything will be alright. Just give me a few more minutes, I need to recharge my battery."

You chuckle lightly and snuggle in closer to him. "Take all the time you need."