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사랑: time for love [masterlist]

pairing: ot7xreader (platonic), ??? x reader, bts x female oc, bts member x bts member genre: romance, fluff, humor, strangers to lovers, angst, mystery, platonic friendships type: social media au / smau warnings: to be specified in chapters summary: Wanting a new wave in your monotonous life, you sign up for an online dating game that puts you in a group chat of 12 with complete strangers. You have 30 days to find love, will you succeed? note: i was tired of studying and editing is kinda therapy for me so i did this. let me know if you're interested. this is inspired by the otome game "picka: 30 days to fall in love."

tentative starting date: october 2022

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Jeon Jungkook just wanted to dispose of his latest victim not run into Kim Taehyung doing the exact same thing. Unknown to them both, there was another person and it has now turned into a game of cat and dog. Can Jungkook trust Taehyung? Or will Taehyung betray him to save himself? Maybe Jungkook will be able to think clearly if Taehyung wasn't such a tease.

Themes: Psychological, Thriller, Romance, Ocassional Fluff, Smut

Chapter 1: Rainy Days

Tonight was the perfect night to dispose of a dead body. The rain began like a whisper, a soft pitter-patter against the windshield, a gentle rhythm that seemed to lull the world into sleep, but inside the beat-up gray sedan the tension was high. A low ruble of thunder echoed in the distance as Jeon Jungkook swerves to the left entering a ‘No Trespassing’ zone of an old shoe factory that caught fire ten years ago. Now it was a crumbling skeleton, and tonight it was going to become a tomb.

Yes, tonight was the perfect night indeed.

Bundled in a black raincoat, Jungkook stepped out of the car, eager to get the job done. The rain lashed against his face, a relentless curtain that blurred the world into a mess of gray. He waded through the uneven ground, the mud sucking on his boots with each step. With a grunt his gloved hand opened the trunk lid to reveal a red rectangular cooler surrounded by thick plastic.

“I’m really sorry about this,” he mumbled before bending down to grab it. “You’re were annoying and nosy, and this is where it got you.”

He chuckled as he carried the cooler deeper inside the abandoned shoe factory. He wasn't really sorry. The only person he feels sorry for is himself for having to go through all this trouble. No one bothers with this place anymore, but he knew there was a sink hole that opened here 3 years ago which was another reason why it had been left to rot by the owners. “I should just open a pig farm,” he grumbled as he made his way carefully down a rickety metal staircase, “Then I wouldn’t be doing any of this in the first place.”

Jungkook stood there frozen for a moment for he had heard a low, gurgling sound from above. His could feel his heart hammering against his ribs. Has he been caught? Was someone here with him?

He was not down for a second kill for this month.

It’s just the rain, he assured himself. The raindrops assuring him with their relentless drumming against the surfaces. Soon he found himself standing in front of the sinkhole. “Bye,” he mumbled before letting the cooler go. He watched as it fell deeper and deeper into the darkness.

Suddenly, a flicker of movement in the periphery caught his eye. He froze, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs once again. A dark figure stood on the opposite side of the 20 feet wide sinkhole. Someone else was here? At the same time that he was? While it was raining cats and dogs outside? He noticed that the man was holding a blue cooler which was immediately let go to fall into the darkness of the sinkhole.

Before he could react, the man broke into a run, heading straight towards him. Jungkook sprinted in the opposite direction. With a surge of adrenaline, he scrambled up the stairs, his legs burning with each step. He could hear the heavy footsteps behind him getting closer. The other figure lunged forward, colliding with him making him fall to the floor. He lashed out with a wild swing, connecting with the man’s jaw with a loud thud. The man staggered back, hand flying to his face, a dark stain blossoming on his knuckles.

The two of them stared at each other for a beat, a look of shared terror etched on their rain-soaked faces.

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7:07 p.m.

It wasn’t like him.

Not one bit.

Nothing about this makes any sense.

You feel it in your bones; deep down in the depths of your soul.

Something isn’t right.

———

That morning had started with a soft peak of light through the window pane and the sweet press of soft lips curling into loving smiles. It was just as any other morning, waking in the arms of the love of your life.

In all your years, you’d only ever dreamed of finding a love like this. The kind of love that hits you like a freight train when you least expect it and you never recover.

It starts with a fire in your veins that never goes out; fast-paced kisses and long, lingering touches. The kind of love that young novelists fantasize about, writing pages and pages of sultry words and passionate rendezvous until their fingers burn.

Over time it’s in the little things; the crinkle of his eyes when he smiles full force at something silly you’d done or said, the brush of his forehead on yours as he leans close, swaying you back and forth to the music floating through the evening air in your tiny apartment. The kind of love that creates a home inside of your heart, full and warm.

When he found you, it was like being pulled to the other half of your heart; the other half of your soul.

He is your soulmate. And you’re his.

It wasn’t unlike him to leave late in the afternoon to get some work in before dinner.

You’d spent the day mulling around, a lazy one due to the heat that crept in early in the morning.

Summer is your favorite season; warm breezes, cute sundresses, flowers in full bloom, watching him push the sleeves of his white t-shirt high and ring it from him to cool off, the peaks of skin you are already privy to being an even more tantalizing delight when it’s during the most mundane of times.

After spending much too much time laying together under the soft confines of your covers, you’d convinced him to help you tend to your garden out back.

Despite having your whole heart stolen by this man, there was a small piece designated to your love of cultivation. Something about growing and caring for something; giving it life, gave you a rush, a lightness within you that made you smile from ear to ear.

Watching the sweat form on his brow, the way his arm comes up to brush it off, smudging a bit of dirt on his cheek, it’s an art form you admire with your whole being.

When his adorable whining becomes too convincing to ignore, he persuades you inside with a promise of a cold drink and a delicious lunch.

You spend the rest of the day laughing, talking, smiling, kissing, holding his hand. Being with him requires your entirety, and it’s something you always provide him and always will.

Draped across his lap, head resting on the arm of the couch, book in your hands, you relish in the soft run of his fingers through your hair as you read aloud to him. If he could, he’d listen to you forever.

You can feel his gaze on you, and when you flick your eyes from the page up at him, you catch the spark that grows in his irises, his face angelic in its glow as he softly smiles down at you as if you’re his whole world.

Because you are.

When you try to get up, taking note of the time and wondering aloud what you should cook for dinner, he catches you in his arms, snuggling you into his lap as soft giggles escape your lips. He holds you close, skin tickling your own, leaning forward to rub his nose against yours.

His breath is warm on your cheeks, the feeling of his arms around you, fingers tracing against the skin of your bare shoulders exposed by your dress, you feel as if you could stay right here forever.

It’s when he says that he loves you, that he’s going to marry you someday, that a piece you hadn’t even known was inside of you had fallen right into place.

It’s followed by a long, sweet kiss that melts you from the tip of your tongue to your toes.

You don’t want to get up and make dinner now, but it needs to be done, and he reminds you that he’s leaving for the studio for an hour or two.

He gathers his things and kisses you goodbye at the front door and you occupy yourself with making a quaint meal for two.

You hadn’t planned on falling asleep on the couch waiting for him to return.

You didn’t plan on waking up on the couch, same clothes from yesterday, dinner still laid out on the table.

You spent the next few minutes scouring the apartment for your lover, no sign of him coming home in sight. His shoes were not placed in their usual spot by the door. His backpack with his equipment still gone. The sheets of your shared bed untouched.

After that, you spend what feels like hours but is really only 15-20 minutes trying to reach his cell.

No answer.

Calls are made: 911, his friends, his parents, your parents, the studio, his manager, the company.

No one has seen him.

Hours later they tell you his car is still parked in the studio lot, the same place he always parks.

They tell you there was no sign of blood, no struggle, nothing missing. His things all right where he left them; bag opened on the floor by his desk chair, equipment strewn about as he always did. His shoes by the door.

Days, weeks are spent searching. The tears that never leave your eyes stain your cheeks as you go over the events again and again and again.

Nothing new comes up.

More days are spent in your apartment. His friends come to check on you, your parents have made camp in the living room. The door to your room remains locked. The dent of your body in the mattress unfixable by this point.

Everything within you is gone. It disappeared with him. The smile he carefully sculpted into your face no longer exists. The warm blush on your cheeks replaced by a hollow paleness.

An empty shell occupies your once lively body.

Eventually your parents return home. His friends no longer visit. The beautiful life you’d created withers away like the plants in your garden.

Months of search comes up empty.

You are only met with dead ends and ‘I don’t knows.’

It’s a cold case. There is a funeral, but no body. The hope you all once clung to nothing but a distant memory.

He wasn’t coming home.

———

It wasn’t like him.

Not one bit.

None of it makes sense.

It still doesn’t; years later.

You feel it in your bones, deep down into the depths of your soul. You have ever since. An ache that has long since replaced the warmth in your heart.

You’ll feel it for the rest of your life.

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A/N,

I know this isn’t an update for my Cursed!Seokjin story, but one is coming. I want to apologize for the long wait and being MIA, it’s been a stressful and disheartening few months, and I would like to say that I’m doing better and will be more present, but I don’t want to make any empty promises.

Updates will come when they come.

New stories will come when they come.

I appreciate every single person who can put up with me and my mess through all of this. I truly love you all. And I truly love writing, not only for all of you, but for myself.

I have a few exciting things in the works (at least to me) and will be sharing them when I feel like it. I don’t want to put any more added pressure on myself, even if that means possibly disappointing someone. I know how understanding and caring you all are and I’m truly grateful.

Again, I am truly, 100% sorry for the delays.

Thank you all so much for your support💜

-Moonie🌙