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Doctor Jin

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"Jin, I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me, the doctor gave me medicine and I just need to rest," you said into the phone to your worried friend while you tried to figure out what kind of juice you wanted to have that morning.

"____-ah, how many times have I told you, you have to call me oppa! I'm three years older than you! But anyways, its my fault that your sick... Let me come take care of you!" he protested through the phone. You sighed and rubbed your face, already feeling more exhausted than you were when you went to sleep last night.

A few nights ago Jin wanted to go and see the lights that were set up in the main square. You had been hesitant, because you knew that it was going to be a little rainy, however Jin convinced you otherwise.

It turned out to be a really fun night. The two of you laughed and spent the night walking around the square. A lot of vendors had decided to set up around the outskirts of the festivities and you and Jin had gone to try out some of the foods. He really wanted to try some of the foreign options. You knew that the man selling the food wasn't particularly cleanly, but the way Jin was looking at the menu with a cute face was more than you could handle.

And of course, you wound up with a nasty cold and a case of stomach issues from the food. The doctor's prescribed you a couple medicines that would help with the stomach pain and you had to keep yourself hydrated.

And Jin felt like that was his job, like the good mother he is.

"Honestly Jin, I'm alright. Don't feel bad, I went out with you. And if it makes you feel any better, the food tasted great," you chuckled before coughing a little. You could hear Jin on the other side of the line making some noise.

"I'm on my way, I'll be there with stuff to make you food with. And don't lock me out like you did last time," he reprimanded. You had to laugh to yourself, remembering the last time you were sick and you didn't want Jin to bother with you, so you wound up locking him out of your apartment. You giggled despite yourself and started back towards your bed.

Around twenty minutes passed and you heard a knock at the door.

"It's unlocked Jin!" you announced from your pillows. You heard the door open and shut right after. Soon Jin was in your room.

"Aish! Why didn't you tell me when you started feeling sick! I would've taken better care of you than those silly doctors," he grumbled before sitting on your bed and brushing the hair out of your face. You had to admit, you missed just cuddling with Jin.

Jin was friends with one of your boyfriends back in school and eventually the two of you wound up becoming even closer than you would've thought possible. Whenever your boyfriend decided he wanted to be an asshole, Jin would come and help you pick up the pieces. He was always there when you needed him and you were there when he needed you. It seemed only reasonable to have him help you when you felt so down.

"Those silly doctors have degrees in medicine and you have a degree in clumsiness and dancing like a chicken so I don't want to hear it," you retorted, patting his leg as you sat up. His hair was messy from the wind outside and his cheeks were pink from the cold. You smiled and rubbed his cheeks to warm them up. Jin simply laughed and rested his forehead on yours, checking your temperature.

"You're burning up, you should rest while I make you something to eat," he chided, tucking you into bed before heading out to the kitchen. You tried to protest, wanting to tell him you weren't hungry for anything. But, the medicine you were supposed to take had to be taken with food.

So you sat quietly and let yourself doze off here and there while you listened to Jin singing while he cooked. It made you laugh to think about how motherly he was. Honestly, anytime anyone was hurt or hungry, Jin was right on it. Always caring for others. It was one of the many things you loved about him. He put others before himself, a quality that was dying out in this day and age. However, Jin made sure that people were taken care of and happy. He seemed to genuinely enjoy helping others, so you just watched in amazement as he worked in several soup kitchens and homeless shelters. He had a degree in culinary but he never did anything substantial with it. He worked low paying jobs because he wanted to help.

You knew you could never do something like that. Be so giving without expecting something in return. You worried about Jin sometimes though. He was so giving almost to a fault. People would easily take advantage of him if you hadn't stepped in on multiple occasions. Jin only wanted to see the best in people and that came with risks. No matter how much good you try to do in the world, the world will always fight back. Because some people simply don't want to be good. But Jin never saw people like that. He was always telling you that there is good in all people. Whether it be the smallest shred of light that shines through the darker soul. Or it if was someone who illuminates any room they walk in. Good exists in everything, but so does evil. You just have to try to find the good.

Although, Jin wasn't afraid to throw down when he needed to. Even though he was probably the most precious little cinnamon bun you'd ever met in your life you have seen Jin fight before. And needless to say it was a terrifying experience.

The two of you had been out drinking and that was a bad combination in that of itself. You didn't hold your liquor very well and Jin always got super serious when he was drunk.

You had been shamelessly flirting with someone the whole night, mainly just for a bit of fun to see if you still had it in you. It wasn't right to lead someone on, but you were wasted and feeling a little lonely. The man had fallen to his knees for you immediately and Jin had gotten very defensive the moment he started putting his hands on you. He even got out on the dance floor with you to make sure that the guy didn't keep creeping on you. At the time you were a little frustrated, seeing as how you were half considering taking that guy home with you. But the morning after you were insanely thankful that Jin had stepped in later on in the night.

After a few hours of dancing and fuckery the two of you had decided to call it a night. Jin was out getting the car and the weird man came up behind you and grabbing at your waist like he had been earlier in the evening.

Fear gripped your heart as you tried to fight him off.

"Come on baby, don't be like that, what about all of the fun we were having earlier? I bet we could have a lot more fun if you came back to my place with me," he murmured into your neck.

The smell of alcohol on his breath made you gag and you kept pushing at his shoulders, trying to get him away from you. But this guy wasn't budging. You started to panic when he started dragging you towards the parking lot. You had on large heels and they strapped on, so you couldn't step out of them to get traction on the ground.

"JIN!" you yelled in a panic. The guy flung you around and pushed you up against a car harshly, grinding his disgusting hard-on against your front.

"Feel that baby? That's how worked up you got me. It's your job to take care of it," he growled, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back violently.

Suddenly, without warning, the man was on the ground and Jin was glaring at him with the scariest look you'd ever seen him have.

"If you ever touch her like that again you won't get away with just a black eye. Get the fuck out of here and if I even see you near her again, you'll fucking pay," he said in a threatening tone. The man got up without a second thought and ran off like a dog with it's tail between it's legs. Jin was quick to wrap you up in his arms and shush you as you broke down. "It's my fault. I'm sorry Jagi, come on, let's go home. Yeah? I'll make your favorite ramen," he promised as he lead you towards the car.

You remember that night very well.

It was the night you had fallen in love with Jin.

Although it was a ridiculous thought, you still entertained it every now and again. You knew you loved him. But you couldn't ever be with him. He was such an incredible person who was always helping others and you were a barista on Wednesdays through Fridays and helped out in your Aunt's bookstore every once in a while. Jin had so many aspirations and you didn't know where you would be in three months. You knew you would only drag him down. So you kept your feelings tightly wrapped inside of your heart where only you could ever find them.

It was safest that way.

"Alright Jagi, here you are," Jin said walking back in and snapping you out of your thoughts. You sat up and smiled as he set down the food on the small bed table you had. The smell was enough to make your mouth water. Even when you were sick with stomach issues, Jin had a way of making you hungry.

He helped you get settled and even tried feeding you the broth.

"Jin, I can feed myself. I'm not that sick," you said, taking the spoon from him and lifting the food to your mouth. Your stomach turned a little, but nothing too bad. You kept eating and soon the whole bowl was gone.

"Wow! You ate it all! Are you still hungry? I can make more," he said, starting to stand up. You snatched his wrist and shook your head.

"No, I'm fine thanks. But I do need to take my medicine now," you said, pointing to the green bottles on the table. Jin grabbed them and handed them over, also setting down a glass of water on your bedside table. You quickly took the pills and settled back into bed. Your doctors did mention that the medicine would make you sleepy, so you cuddled your blanket while Jin took the plates out into the kitchen.

You waited patiently for him to come back so you could rope him into sleeping with you for the night. You loved sleeping with Jin because he was so warm and a perfect cuddler. But he only did it when you were really sad or sick because he didn't want to feel like he was taking advantage of you. If anything it was the exact opposite to be honest.

Jin strolled back in and smiled at you wrapped up in your blankets. You reached out your arms for him and he sighed, shaking his head.

"I'm not some big teddy bear you can sleep with whenever you want, ___," he said in a serious tone. You pouted and reached your arms out further.

"Please, I'm freezing and you're warm. Please, Jin?" you pleaded, already feeling yourself getting tired.

Jin seemed to think about it for a moment before snapping his fingers. "I'll sleep in here with you if you call me oppa," he said with a evil smile on his face.

You never called him oppa. It wasn't out of disrespect or anything, but because you honestly forgot he was older than you most of the time. He was never offended because you didn't use the honorific, but it would be funny to hear you say it. You also grew up with a half-American mother, so the honorifics weren't ever really enforced in your house.

"Jin-oppa. Will you please cuddle with me until I fall asleep because I am feeling so ill?" you asked in the most sickly sweet voice you could muster. Jin burst into laughter and nodded, crawling in next to you and wrapped you up in his arms.

His warmth flooded over your body and you sighed in satisfaction. He was so warm and you couldn't help the small groan of happiness that left you. Jin simply chuckled and rested his head on yours. Soon enough, you were falling into a deep sleep...

You were having probably the hottest dream of your life.

Jin was sat between your legs and eating you out like his life depended on it. His lips were soft and you wracked with pleasure as he continued to flick his tongue in dangerous ways. You were so wet you could feel it running down your thighs. Jin seemed to love the way you tasted because he couldn't get enough. You stared into his eyes and watched as he practically swallowed you whole. His entire mouth came over your mound and you arched your back into his warm touch.

It all felt so amazing. You knew you were close to cumming.

"____? ____? Wake up! Jagi! What's wrong?" you heard Jin's voice. You flew up in your bed and held your chest to calm your racing heart. You looked down between your legs and saw that Jin wasn't there. You felt a warm hand rubbing your back and you shuttered at the contact. It felt so good against your skin and you were undeniably horny. What the hell had gotten into you?

"Jin..." you whispered, looking at him desperately. The ache between your legs was undeniable and you were feeling so weak. Jin stood up quickly and rushed to your side.

"What is it? What's wrong? Do you feel sick?" he asked, checking you over. You groaned when he put his hands on you and it only made the ache between your thighs even more painful. You could feel the dampness in your panties and you longed for Jin to remove the useless piece of clothing and shove his cock inside of you.

"I-I need you..." you whimpered, reaching out and grabbing his shoulders.

Jin held onto your waist and pulled you onto your feet. You stood there shakily, but managed to stay standing. Jin felt your forehead and your temperature had gone down. He wasn't sure what was causing all of this.

"What do you need me to do? What's going on?" he asked, looking around for an answer.

His eyes found your pills on your bedside table and ran over to them. Leaving you cold in the middle of the room. He read the warnings and through the ingredients. Then he saw the side effects.

Increased Sexual Arousal. If encountered, please deal with immediately.

Subject will experience intense pain if not handled.

Could be threatening.

His throat went dry as he looked at you.

There was no denying it now. It was obvious just by looking at you.

You needed to be sorted out, and fast.

While Jin was searching desperately for an answer to the problem, you were becoming more and more anxious for his touch. Your knees felt so weak. All you could think about was how good his lips would feel on yours and how incredible he would feel inside of you. You could barely take anymore of this. You were sure you were going to pass out from all of the desire that flooded your veins.

"Jin, please. I need you," you whimpered, biting your lip and trying to remain on your feet. Jin seemed lost in his own world, trying to figure out what the hell to do with you.

Suddenly, your legs couldn't seem to support you anymore and you fell in a heap to the ground. Jin jumped at the action and was quick to run over to you. He pulled you into his arms and saw the reality of the situation.

"Aish. Those damn doctors. They don't know how dangerous the medicine they really give you is, now I have to do something I wish I didn't," he said softly to himself. You tugged at his shirt helplessly, dying for relief.

"Jin... Please. It hurts," you whined, rubbing your thighs together. Jin noticed and looked towards the ceiling and huffed out a sigh. He lifted you in his arms and carried you to the bed.

Soon he was pulling off his shirt and throwing it to the floor. You were almost hyperventilating with excitement. You were finally going to have sex with Jin. Something you had wanted for years now was coming true right before your eyes.

Jin was silent as he pulled off your shorts. His eyes widened at how wet you were, without any foreplay or anything. He ran a finger over your clothed center and you shuddered violently at the contact. You bit your lip and whimpered softly at his touches. The pain was starting to get worse, but ebbed every time Jin touched you exactly where you wanted him. He sighed and laid down on the bed, pulling your thighs apart and tugging your soaked panties off your legs. You couldn't even find the coherency to be bashful. Jin wasted little time and attached his lips to your center, kissing and sucking on your drenched core.

You moaned and squirmed around as Jin ate you out. He was silent while you were practically screaming for him to continue. Every little movement felt like a lightning bolt straight to your core. Instead of hoping for an orgasm like many of your other sexual encounters, you found yourself being thrown towards it as Jin continued to lick at your center. You felt him move your lips apart and start to lap at your clit with vigor. Your hips bucked up into his face as you felt the familiar coil in your stomach tightening.

"Jin... Jin!" you yelped, being unable to control yourself any longer. Your hands flew to his hair and gripped tightly as you started falling into the waves of your climax. Jin sucked gently and helped prolong your pleasure. You were lost in the sensations that you were given and you could barely think straight for a few moments.

As the afterglow set in you stared at Jin with lust filled eyes. He sat up and cleaned off his face, going to grab his shirt from the ground. You whined in protest as you sat there half naked in the cool air of your room.

Jin gave you a look of disbelief. "D-Do you still have pain?" he asked, keeping his shirt off.

The pain in your stomach came back with a vengeance and you nodded. Jin sighed and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. After what felt like forever, he rejoined you on the bed.

"Jin, take it off," you moaned, tugging at his pants without modesty. Giving in to your desires, he removed his sweatpants and let them fall to the floor. You stared at his boxers and expected to see the normal tent that was there when guys were ready to have sex.

But there was nothing.

"Sorry," he whispered, palming himself through his boxers trying to get himself hard. You rushed forward, taking his hands away from his groin.

"Let me do that," you whispered, pulling his boxers down his thighs. He was flaccid and you weren't really sure what to do. Normally men were ready to fuck you after going down on you, but Jin was a different story. You reached out and squeezed his member, hoping that he would get hard. You needed him so badly and he realized that, but there was only so much he could do about his body's reactions. You placed your mouth over his soft length and started sucking.

And finally.

Finally.

Jin let out a small moan. Your heart swelled with hope and you started sucking harder, hoping to get him hard as fast as you could. Soon you felt him stiffening in your mouth and it was getting more difficult to fit all of him in your mouth. You relaxed your throat and started giving him a proper blow job. Jin moved your hair out of your face so it wasn't in the way and just watched you go down on him. It felt good, but he couldn't deny the guilt that was eating away at his stomach.

This was all drug induced.

What if you woke up in the morning and you hated him?

He couldn't handle that. But you were in so much pain...

You could feel he was hard enough in your mouth so you pulled away and saw the desire in his eyes. He wanted you.

Kim Seokjin wanted you just as much as you wanted him and your heart leapt into your throat.

You threw you shirt over your head and rushed to unclip your bra. You had the foresight of wearing a bra that clipped in the front. Jin stared at the skin you revealed to him. You needed him so badly and all he was doing was staring. You needed some action. Without thinking about it, you reached out and grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand to your breast. You moaned as he started to mold his hand to the flesh there.

After a while, the pain in your core was too much to ignore and you grabbed onto Jin's hips and tried to pull him forward. He made an adorable yelp that melted your heart as he fell forward.

"Hang on, I don't have a condom," he said, looking at you with worry. You scoffed and opened your bedside drawer and pulled out the familiar foil packets. However, you looked at the size then at Jin's length.

He was too big for the fucking rubber.

Of course, leave it up to the most innocent person you've ever met to be packing in the cock department. You threw the condom on the floor and spread your legs anyways.

"I'm on the pill, it's fine," you said. Jin seemed hesitant, but he moved forwards regardless. He brushed against your entrance and both of you shivered at the feeling. He was so hot and throbbing and you were wet and soft. Jin pushed forward slowly, easing into you with patience.

He was huge inside of you. You threw your head back and gripped the sheets tightly. Jin seemed to be having trouble keeping himself under control. You gripped him so tightly and he was about ready to loose his mind at the feeling of you around him. He hadn't had sex in a long time and just being this close to someone again was something worth missing. Although, the feeling of being inside of your warm heat was a welcomed sensation.

"Oh, fuck, Jin," you moaned as your hips came together. He was fully inside of you. Jin couldn't believe what he had just done. He was inside of his best friend. Someone he wanted only to protect. Even if it was from himself. Shame flowed through his body, but the look of sheer bliss on your face helped ease his guilt.

Once you gave him the go ahead, he started moving. The friction sent delicious shock waves all throughout your body as Jin worked himself in and out of your tight heat. As much as he wanted this to be for your benefit alone, he could feel himself starting to loose himself to the sensations. You were so warm and inviting that Jin was finding it hard to keep in his right mind. It was hard to keep a right mind around you normally, now that he was balls deep inside of you it was proving to be a little more difficult than usual.

Jin kept moving at the same pace, in the same position for what felt like hours. You needed a change or this was going to get static very quickly. Without warning, you locked your legs around his waist and lifted yourself up and pushed him onto his back. Jin was shocked at your display of dominance. Had you really managed to push him onto his back during sex? You were lost in your own world. At this angle, Jin felt even bigger inside of you and you couldn't help but feel absolutely drunk with pleasure.

After giving yourself some time to adjust to the new angle, you started moving your hips gently on his. Jin groaned as you kept working your hips on top of his. Every movement you made caused him to let out small little whimpers that egged you on even more. You wanted him to feel just as good as you did.

"J-Jin... So good, oh fuck," you said, resting your hands on his chest as you bounced up and down along his thick shaft. Breathing was becoming difficult as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the end.

Sadness crept into your bones as you realized how close you were. You didn't want this experience to end... You wanted to be like this with Jin all the time. He felt so good, better than anyone you'd ever had before in your life...

You had loved him for so long and the fact that you were finally able to express your feelings for him meant so much to you. Although, the pain was melting into white hot pleasure inside of you and you knew it wasn't going to be much longer.

"C-Close, Jin. Jin-oppa," you whimpered, gripping onto his shoulders. You felt his hands removing yours from his shoulders and suddenly you were on your back again. Jin was much closer to your in this position and it felt so good. He was hitting all the perfect spots inside of you and you almost cried from the pleasure he was giving you.

"Me too, Jagi," he panted, starting to pick up his pace. You cried out in ecstasy as Jin started pounding into you at an alarming rate. Your walls started tightening around his member and Jin couldn't hang on anymore and neither could you. You reached you and brought your lips to his as you rode out your climax. Jin bucked into your desperately as he sought his own release.

Scorching heat filled your stomach as Jin came. You shivered at the warmth that flooded you. Jin collapsed into your shoulder, panting and shaking with the aftermath.

Your eyelids felt heavy and you started drifting to sleep.

You felt Jin pull out of you and a slight shock went through your system.

"I'm so sorry, Jagi,"

-_-_-_-_-

Your eyes peeled open as the sunlight came through your curtains. You sat up in a rush and noticed that Jin wasn't next to you. Panic came over your senses and you flew out of the bed without a second thought.

Last nights activities rushed through your head and you looked down to find yourself in new clothes. You also smelt really nice...

Did he bathe you?

"Jin?!" you shouted out, running around like a mad woman looking for him.

Where could he have gone? Jin wasn't the kind of person to leave you alone when you weren't feeling well.

Unless of course you locked him out.

"Jin! Jin where are you!? Jin-oppa!" you shouted out the honorific, hoping that it would sway him out of hiding.

You noticed a piece of paper sitting under a plate of breakfast that was sat in the kitchen. You approached it as if it could bite you at any moment. The crisp clean hand writing had to be Jin's. You picked up the note with shaky hands and read what it said...

Jagi,

I'm sorry to leave a note like this, but there's no way I could face you after what I did. I feel so ashamed of myself... I promised I would never take advantage of you. I would never cross that line with you, but I did... Even if you don't regret it, please forget about it. It was a mistake and I shouldn't have done that to you...

You mean so much to me, which is why as much as it pains me, I have to let you go.

Forget about me, Jagi. Someone like me who takes advantage of drugged women shouldn't be around you. You're far too good for me and I hope that you find someone who will treat you right...

I wish I would've taken you out to dinner.

I wish our first kiss was under a pavilion in the moonlight.

I wish our first time was out of love, not lust.

I wish I would've told you how much I loved you before I went and messed everything up.

Goodbye, ____.

I love you, and I always will.

~ Kim Seokjin

Tears were pouring down your face.

That complete IDIOT!

Did he not know? Did he not see?!

You ran to your front door and threw your boots on, not even thinking to grab a jacket out in the cold. Your feet carried your down your stairs and out of the apartment building. You had to find him. You had to tell him.

The wind was cold as it bit at your exposed skin, but everything felt numb if you didn't have him. He was all you wanted. He was all you needed. If you could have him, you didn't care what happened to you, as long as he was there with you. Everyone was glancing at you as if you were a mad women, but they didn't matter.

All that mattered was him.

You ran furiously through the streets and down the alleyways that were infested with a bunch of things that you cared not to notice. You ran until your legs ached and your lungs burned, but you couldn't give up now. Not when you were so close.

Finally you made it to Jin's apartment building. You ran inside and were greeted by the lobby man Yoongi.

"Yoongi," you panted, practically falling onto the ground in front of the desk. He got up and helped you stand as he gave you a glass of water.

"Why did you run in here like a bat out of hell without any winter clothes on? Are you just asking for hypothermia or what?" he asked, throwing a jacket over your shoulders as you shivered.

"D-Did Jin c-come here at-t all t-t-oday?" you stuttered out. He sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, he looked pretty rough. Do you know what happened to him?" he asked, sitting down in his chair. But before he could warm up some coffee for you, you were off again, not even bothering to wait for the elevator. "W-wait! ____! What's going on!?"

You could barely hear his voice as you took the stairs two at a time, shivering all the way. Tears were pouring down your face as you finally made it to Jin's apartment. You mustered all the courage you had and knocked firmly on the door three times.

There was shuffling behind the door and soon Jin was opening the door. He didn't look much better than you. His eyes were red from crying and his hair was sticking up in odd places. Before he could shut the door in your face you hauled off and slapped him across the face.

Hard.

He stood there in silence and held his cheek.

"You... C-Complete IDIOT!" you screamed. Jin remained motionless. "Do you have any idea what that fucking note did to me?!" you sobbed.

"____-" you cut him off.

"Don't. Not until I'm done," you said sternly. Jin nodded and kept his head hung low. "You think that you took advantage of me? A girl who's been in love with you for years?! I'm the one who isn't good for you Seokjin! I'm absolute shit! I have no fucking idea what I'm doing with my life! I don't know what I want to be or who I want to be, but I know one thing for damned sure. That I want to be with you. Even though I'm not good enough for you! You help so many people and I just sit on my ass all day and go to work and try to keep my head above water. You go out and make a fucking difference. And I love you so much for that! You want to see the best in people, even if it's barely there! You did not take advantage of me Kim Seokjin. I have wanted you for so long, and I finally had you. We finally got to be together in a way I have wanted for years. Then when I wake up in the morning, you're gone and all I get is a fucking note? You don't have the heart to face me after what we did? I'm more hurt over the fact that I woke up alone after I gave everything I had to you. You didn't take it Jin, it was given. Any part of me is yours, if you want me. Always," you breathed, feeling the tears flowing freely.

Jin looked at you with a shocked expression.

"J-Jagi, you love me too?" he asked. You nodded and sniffled, wiping your eyes.

"I love you so much, Jin," you whimpered.

Soon you were enveloped in a warm embrace. Jin held onto your shaking form as the two of you clung to each other for dear life. Fearing, that, if you let go for a single moment you would wake up. It would be a dream and the two of you would be alone once again.

Jin kissed your head soothingly, rubbing your back in calming circles. You cried into his neck as he shed tears of his own.

Finally, the two of you had enough courage to pull away from each other. Jin wiped your tears away and planted a sweet kiss to your lips.

"I love you so much, Jagiya, and I'm so sorry that I left you alone," he said, holding your face in his hands.

"I love you too Jin-oppa," you giggled before launching forward and sealing your lips together in an endearing kiss.

Fucking Finally

First things first, I did take inspiration from a different story. It's Yoongi X Reader fic, I don't remember the name but this is where the story generates from. However mine will be different.

So if any of you know the story that I am referring to, send me a link so I can credit the author appropriately.

"Oh fuck you Tae!" you screamed as you slammed your controller down on the table. Taehyung laughed as he watched his character throwing yours around in defeat. '

You had invited him over to play some video games with you, seeing as how you'd just gotten a new gaming system. He offered to help you set it up if he could play on it with you. Since your asshole of an ex decided he wanted to dick down another girl while you were days away from celebrating your year and a half anniversary.

"Ha ha! I am the greatest! Come on, ___, tell me I'm the best," he chuckled swinging his arm over your shoulder. You scoffed and pushed his arm off, walking to the kitchen to grab something to drink for the both of you.

Taehyung was quick to follow you. The two of you drank some water and tried to decide if you wanted to try to play another game or not. You had bought quite a few new games  and you and Tae had only played a few of them. Plus, Tae didn't have to work today, so he was all yours so to speak.

"So, do you want to watch me play Skyrim for a little while?" you asked. "I need to go to Solitude and kill some of the guards for gold," you suggested taking your glass back to the living room. Taehyung followed you and sat down on the couch before laying his head on your lap. You eyed him curiously.

"Go on, I won't bother you," he said, sipping out of his cup dangerously.

You sighed, but relented and let him lay on your lap. After a while you were just running around and not doing much of anything in Skyrim, when all of a sudden a dragon appeared.

"Oh SHIT!" you screamed, gripping onto your controller and scrambling to try and get your shouts ready.

And then, not surprisingly, you died.

Taehyung was fighting off giggling as he watched you pitch a fit.

"Oh shut up Tae! You know that dragon is hard to kill! I'd like to see you do it!" you yelled, slamming the controller down on the ground.

Twenty minute later you were choking him on the couch with the wires of the lamp on the side of the table.

"Sorry! ____-ah!" he said struggling to keep you from fully strangling him.

"You just had to go and show me up didn't you! Huh? You like watching me run around like a chicken with it's head cut off for almost three hours while I try desperately to kill the damned dragon! My name is Taryn Moonrise I am a Dark Elf and a Mage of Skyrim and leader of the Thieves guild and I will end you!" you shrieked, fighting him.

"I am sorry! I'll reload it and make it so you can kill it this time! You've seen me do it so now you know how, think of it as a walkthrough in real life!" he yelped.

You paused and thought through that scenario.

It did seem fair enough.

"Fine. You live this time Elinjar Nightwing," you grumbled before sitting down on the couch beside him. You felt a warm arm wrap around your waist and you couldn't fight the smile the crept onto your lips.

Taehyung had been your friend for so long and even though you two could be a little explosive at times, you knew that you cared for each other very deeply. He'd helped you through your suicidal phase and your dick of an ex-boyfriend who consistently made you feel like you weren't good enough. You'd helped him through the rough times with the pressure of being himself and not trying to be someone else. The two of you were thicker than thieves and everything you did, you did it together.

"Snuggle with me, I'm cold," he said, opening his arms wider for you. Not being able to resist you crawled into his lap and curled up in his warmth. He sighed happily as you both slowly started falling asleep.

-_-_-_-_-

You woke up to the sound of your phone going off. You saw Taehyung cuddling your waist as he snuggled into your stomach. A smile spread across your face and you brushed his hair out of his face.

Your heart lurched at the feelings he gave you, but, you couldn't do much more about it... It's the most cliched thing in existence, but, you didn't want to ruin your friendship... You valued it more than anything...

Finally you looked at your phone and you almost threw up.

EX: I'm on my way up in the elevator. You better be ready to talk things out with me. I'm the best you're ever going to get.

Dread filled your stomach as you tried to think of a way to get him to leave...

You shook Taehyung awake and he groaned with annoyance.

"What is it? It's like, five in the morning," he complained.

"My ex is on his way up, we need to think of something quick to make sure he doesn't come in," you said, showing him the text.

Taehyung's eyes darkened in anger and he snatched your phone from you, ready to write a reply. You grabbed the device quickly, making sure that he didn't send anything that the two of you would regret later.

"Let me at that asshat," he growled, going to stand up. You wrapped your arms around him and tried as hard as you could to keep him from going after your ex.

"Tae! Don't! I don't want to have a lawsuit on our heads. But, we could get revenge on him in a safer way," you said, feeling the cogs turning in your head.

"What would that be?" he asked, looking at you with curiosity and anger burning in his eyes.

You smirked and beckoned him forward with your finger. He followed and came closer. "We mess up our clothing a little, make some ridiculous moaning sounds and answer the door, he'd be so embarrassed he wouldn't even know what the fuck he walked in on! I can just see the look on his face, it'll be priceless," you said, thinking about shocked expression that would be on your ex.

"You mean pretend we're fucking to get him to go away?" Taehyung said, raising an eyebrow.

"If you wouldn't mind," you said, shying away slightly.

It got awkwardly silent in the room as Taehyung stared at you with blank eyes.

Just as you were about to suggest something else, Taehyung started laughing. His eyes were watering and he appeared to be in pain from laughing so hard.

"Oh my God! That's perfect! Let's do it," he chuckled. You felt the anxiety from earlier lift off your chest as you saw Taehyung smile.

You got another text from your ex.

EX: I'm heading down the hall. You know I hate waiting.

Taehyung took off his shirt and threw it onto the floor. You rustled up your shirt and hair.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"___. Let me in," he announced.

You did everything you could to make sure you didn't laugh. But you managed not to laugh and you let out a ridiculous moan.

Taehyung almost burst into laughter again, but he kept himself quiet. He let out a groan with a high pitched squeal on the end. You smacked your hand on the wall like he was fucking you into the wall.

The longer the two of you went on like this, the less silly it got and the more realistic. He started saying your name and you started chanting his.

Your heart started to race and you couldn't help but get a little excited because of him...

He was handsome. That was something you couldn't deny. And, even better, he had a winning personality. Loyal, caring and kind. All things that your worthless ex never had. And the way his eyes sparkled when he was happy. The way he lit up a room when he walked in.

Everything he did seemed to seduce you and make you love him a little more each day. But you could never tell him that. How could you?

Oh hey Tae, I want to fuck your brains out cause I've loved you for about three years. Sound good to you?

The knocking on your door became more violent and you decided that you would scramble to answer it.

You pulled the door open and saw your ex standing there fuming.

"Oh. It's you," you grumbled, standing back and crossing your arms. He took in your appearance and seemed to grow in anger.

"Seems like you're the slut you've always been. Glad I caught you like this so I don't come back to a stretched out whore," he growled, his words hitting you like poison.

A warm arm wrapped around your waist and you were pulled into a warm body. Taehyung was glaring at your ex with a viciousness you hadn't seen in a long time.

"I think you should back off mate. She's not yours anymore. She's mine, and I don't like the way you're talking to the women I love. Something you never did," he hissed, bringing you in even closer to him.

The women he loves?

You?

No... Surely he only said that to scare the douche bag on your front step away?

Right?

"Ah, Taehyung. You've always been a slave to your dick. She must still be tight then, cause I know you can't give it to her as good as I could," he chuckled, crossing his arms.

Without any warning Taehyung stepped forward and flung his fist into your ex's nose. A sickening crack echoed throughout the hall as he stumbled backwards and hit the ground on his ass. You gasped and held your mouth in shock.

Taehyung wasn't a violent person. To see him actually throw a punch was something unheard of. But it happened. And he had done it for you.

Your ex scrambled to his feet and proceeded to shout profanities as he ran down the hall like a puppy with his tail between his legs. Taehyung was staring down the hallway with a blank expression on his face.

You didn't give it much thought before you walked forward and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back.

"Thank you Tae... Thank you so much," you whispered, kissing his back in an affectionate manner.

The sensation sent a chill down his spine as he turned to you and cradled your face in his hands.

"Why...? Why did you have to date someone like him when I have been here the whole God damned time?" he whispered, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. You leaned into his touch, like you always did because you felt safest in his arms.

"Because I didn't want to risk anything we had out of a silly crush... You mean so much more to me than that," you said, hanging onto his wrists.

"Is it really just a silly crush? Or is it something deeper?" he said pulling you close to him.

The atmosphere between the two of you had changed.

It was serious now.

The two of you had already said too much.

What more did you have to lose?

Without much more though, you wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. His lips were soft and warm against your own, making you sigh with contentment. Taehyung was stiff at first, but eased into your advances willingly. He brought his hands down to your hips from your shoulders and rubbed the skin that was showing.

You started walking backwards towards your apartment door, smiling as Tae followed so your kiss didn't break. Taehyung kicked your door shut as the two of you slowly edged towards your bedroom. You pulled your tank top off as you made it to the bedroom.

The sound of your mattress squeaking filled the room, as well as the pants coming from you and Taehyung as your lungs desperately asked for air. But, the desire to have your lips on his was far too great.

He was hovering over you, pressing delicate little kisses on your neck and collarbones. You couldn't help the small mewl that had escaped your lips. His lips felt so incredible against your skin. It felt as though every nerve ending in your body was on fire. And he hadn't even touched you where you really wanted him to.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked breathlessly, pulling away from you for just a moment.

"Of course, Taehyung... I want you more than anything. B-Because I love you," you whispered, blushing a deep red.

"Then I won't keep you waiting," he growled seductively, lowering his body against your own.

Everything was slow. You two had nothing to rush. You had all the time in the world.

Taehyung was patient, as well as you. Because this was all about learning the new sides to each other.

What made you cry out his name in a way that he was anticipating.

If you moved your hips just right, what sound would he make?

There was a lot of learning to be done. And the two of you were taking your time.

You unbuttoned Taehyung's jeans and pushed your hand inside, eager to feel him. He was hard and thick against your palm and you could feel yourself get wetter at the thought of him inside of you.

Taehyung pulled the clothing from your waist down off, leaving you bare to him except for you bra.

"I think the clothing ratio here is a little unfair," you stated, tugging on his jeans, wanting them off his lithe frame.

He was quick to comply with your demands as he pulled his pants off, throwing them only to have them be forgotten on your floor.

Your lips were back on his as he grinded his clothed member against you. You couldn't hold back your moan as you felt his hard cock against your bare wetness. How had you resisted this for so long? How could you deny your love for this man for these past years?

All of it didn't matter now though, because you were going to be together now.

At least, that's what you were hoping for.

Taehyung had you sit up and undid the clasp on your bra, throwing it to the floor as well. You gasped when his hot tongue met your chilled flesh. He swirled his tongue around your nipple while his hand palmed your other breast.

"Oh, Tae... That feels so good," you encouraged, tangling your fingers in his hair as he suckled at the delicate skin. He started sucking harder and biting gently, causing you to buck up against his body. A groan escaped him as your core bumped into his throbbing erection.

It wasn't going to be much longer now...

Taehyung moved from your breasts down your stomach and hips, leaving wet kisses the whole way down. He gently eased your legs apart, kissing your thigh with a gentleness you'd never experienced before. He seemed concerned if you truly wanted to do this or not.

"Please Tae... I want you, hurry," you begged, rubbing your breasts in his absence. He watched you with lustful eyes as he lowered his mouth against you. You cried out in pleasure, feeling his tongue move expertly over your womanhood. Every flick of his tongue had you trembling with satisfaction that was driving you towards an edge that was approaching you scarily fast. You'd never really found a man going down on you that enjoyable, but you wouldn't say no to this ever again.

You had a feeling that he would be good at this from being his friend for so long. The damn boy couldn't keep his tongue in his fucking mouth... But you weren't really complaining about that now.

Taehyung teased you with one of his long fingers, pushing in to the knuckle.

"Holy fuck you're tight around my finger... I can't wait to feel you around my cock," he groaned to himself. Although his dirty talk made you clench involuntarily around his digit.  Slowly, Taehyung eased his finger out of you. You were about to protest when you felt his finger going back inside of you and his mouth lowered down on your mound again. All of the sensations sent shockwaves through your body as you were thrown off the edge of orgasm without much warning.

The rush of pleasure flooded through your veins as Taehyung helped you through the intensity by kissing your thighs and easing the movement of his fingers.

You lay there, almost boneless after your orgasm. Taehyung pulled his fingers out of you and licked the erotically, stirring the sensations in the pit of your stomach all over again.

"You got an orgasm baby, you ready for another one?" he asked, pulling his underwear off.

His long cock smacked his stomach as he flung his underwear. You stared at it with longing and desire. You scrambled to your knees and stroked his length a few times before lowering your mouth onto him to get him wet for you. Even though you were thoroughly drenched for him already.

Taehyung moaned as you continued to suck his dick and play with his balls. He let out delicious little whimpers and gasps that had you working even more enthusiastically to put him over the edge.

However, Taehyung had other ideas.

"As much as I would love to finish in your mouth baby... I have a better place in mind for that. Open your legs for me?" he asked sweetly while looking at you with such a lustful expression it made your soul ache.

You turned around and got on all fours, angling yourself towards him with an eagerness that burned within your heart. Taehyung chuckled at you before rubbing his length against your slit in a teasing manner. You gasped and leaned your hand on your hands.

Slowly, but surely, Taehyung eased himself inside of you. The stretching hurt a little, but the filling sensation you received was much better than any small amount of discomfort. You could feel his hips meet yours and the two of you were utterly still. You weren't sure if you were breathing for a small moment.

He was inside of you.

Your best friend was balls deep inside of you right now.

And it was the best feeling in the entire world.

"Are you alright? Does it hurt at all?" he asked sweetly, kissing your shoulder. You shook your head vigorously, fighting back a string of cuss words that threatening to leave your mouth due to the enormous amount of pleasure you were feeling. Taehyung smiled and kissed down your spine before straightening his back and beginning to move his hips in a gentle way.

Unlike the rough fucking you were expecting from him, he was going slow and taking his time.

Not that it didn't feel good, because it felt incredible. He was hitting you in just the right places and the pace felt good to get you adjusted to his length.

"You feel so good around me... God, how could I wait so long to have you like this?" he asked aloud. You giggled and started to meet his thrusts with your hips.

The loud sound of skin on skin resonated through the room. As well as your high pitched moans mixing with Taehyung's low, gravelly voice.

He kept saying vulgar things into your ears while fucking into you at the perfect pace. At the same time, his hands found your breasts again as he started to bang inside of you a little harder than before.

The sudden change made you cry out in surprise and pleasure. He was so deep inside of you, you could practically feel him in your stomach.

"Tae, faster, please... I want more," you whined, gripping onto the bed sheets as Taehyung continued to fuck you at a steady pace.

Hearing your plea, Taehyung started to move his hips faster against you. The new pace sent electricity through your body. You could feel Taehyung's finger tips digging into your ass, forcing your body backwards on his cock. You looked over your shoulder and saw his sweaty bangs hanging in his face. You wanted so badly to push them out of his face and watch him loose himself in bliss.

Taehyung seemed to sense your desire to change positions, because soon he was out of you and you were on your back. He didn't waste anytime to be back inside of you, however. The new position was better because you could actually see his face as he fucked you. His eyes scrunched up as he focused on how he was moving his hips. He looked determined.

You reached up and brushed his sweaty bangs from his face, holding his cheeks afterwards. Taehyung slowed his pace a little bit, looking into your eyes. You gave him a smile and a particularly drawn out moan before leaning forwards and sealing your lips together in a passionate kiss. Taehyung reveled in the contact and held your waist as he started to go even faster.

You were sure how much more you could take before you broke. The tension in your lower stomach was burning so badly and you wanted nothing more than to cum. But you knew that Taehyung was close as well...

You wanted to cum with him.

"Tae... Close," you breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing your foreheads together. He nodded and started moving at an alarmingly fast rate, striking fire in your veins.

The faster he moved, the more you could hold back your moans.

"Tae! Oh fuck me Taehyung! That feel so good, right there. Oh God I'm cumming. Shit! Oh fuck!" you screamed as the pressure in your stomach released.

You tightened down on Taehyung's length and you felt warmth spreading through your core.

After a few moments, Taehyung's back loosened and you ran your nails down his spine gently, soothing him. You kissed his head and down his cheek to his chin, ending at his lips with an endearing kiss. The two of you smiled at each other with big cheesy grins.

"Fucking finally," he said, pulling out of you and jogging to the bathroom. When he returned he had a washcloth in his hands. As well as a t-shirt for you and a pair of sweatpants for himself.

After helping you clean up, the two of you were laying in each others arms. You looked up at Taehyung with curiosity in your eyes.

"Taehyung?" you asked, rubbing his arm affectionately.

He peaked one eye open and looked down at you. "Yeah?" he responded, snuggling you closer.

"I was wondering what you meant by finally... Finally getting to have sex with me or what?" you asked, propping yourself up on your arm. Taehyung sat up quickly and shook his head.

"No no! Remember earlier when dickface was here? I-I said I loved you, and that's what I was saying finally about... I have been hiding it for so long and I fucking finally grew the balls and said it out loud in front of you instead of in front of my mirror at home. I finally got to show you how much I love you as well. That's what I was relieved about. Although the sex was a plus, I must say," he giggled, pulling you into his arms again, kissing your head.

"I love you too Tae... Can you show me how to kill that dragon again?"

Cream

Hello my dears! Just some smut to get you through your day! 

There will be some non-smut being posted sometime this week I’m sure, but school is crazy and I’ve just applied for some jobs so I’ll try to keep you guys happy!

Enjoy!

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

"You've officially lost it."

"I thought girls liked this kind of thing?"

"WE are the ones who like to dress up, not the other way around baby!"

It had been a tough day at work, and honestly, you really wanted nothing more than to go to bed and cuddle with your boyfriend Jin.

The two of you had been together for a little over eight months now and you were completely in love. Jin was five years older than you, and he absolutely loved the word 'oppa!' coming from your mouth when he was balls deep inside of you.

However, Jin was a man of patience and generally never lost it unless the teasing was relentless. And you had just as much patience as the man in front of you.

But, right now was something completely different than your usual encounters with him.

Jin was weird on the best of days, but sometimes he just got a little... you couldn't really explain it. You appreciated him for who he was and everything that he did cause he was him and you loved him very much, but, honestly, this was just crazy.

You had come home to find your boyfriend wearing a collar and some crazy cat ears that made him look like he belonged in a cosplay cafe not your living room.

"That's sexist," he stated firmly, crossing his arms over his chest in a cute fashion.

"It's very sexist, but generally when men do the dressing up it's in some sort of police or doctor outfit... Maybe even a fireman but not a cat sweetie," you soothed, walking over to rub his shoulder. But he moved away from your touch like a cat threatened with a water bottle and moved to the couch to sulk.

"I wanted to do something nice for you and I hoped this would get you in the mood," he groaned smacking his head.

Your heart melted that all of this was for you, but you also couldn't contain the giggles that erupted from your stomach at your pouting boyfriend who was very disappointed that his seduction tactic had done the complete opposite. You felt for him really, because you'd been in his shoes before.

It was the first time you'd suggested role play while dating and Jin shied away at first. He'd stated it would make him feel like he was having sex with someone else and not his girlfriend, so you backed off. Before his birthday when you surprised him with a sexy maid outfit and he hadn't been opposed to the idea of role play since then.

You two had a fairly tame sex life when it came down to it. But it was perfect for the two of you. You didn't need all of the fluffy handcuffs and whips to get you excited. Really, all you needed was Jin whispering sweet things into your ear and you were drenched. Romantic dinners easily turned into a passionate night between the sheets and you weren't one to mess with a good thing.

Although, you had to admit, this cat thing might be a kink if he acted correctly. Maybe you could salvage this cat-tastrophe after all!

*Yikes that pun*

Without much more thinking you threw your purse down on the floor and went to the kitchen. You got a dish and some whip cream together.

Jin wasn't looking as you approached him with your items of choice.

"Cats like cream and milk right?" you asked, shaking the whip cream can and spraying some into your mouth.

"Yeah, I guess," he said, still not looking.

You rolled your eyes and pulled your shirt off and threw it at him, waiting for his response. A giggled escaped your lips when you watched his eyes grow as he realized what you'd thrown at him.

His head snapped in your direction as you sprayed cream all over your chest.

"Is my kitty hungry?" you asked in a seductive voice. Jin scrambled off the couch and rushed over to you, his bell dinging as he settled in front of you with his pupils blown wide. You reached up and felt the softness of his hair between you fingers and tugged on it gently, urging him towards the cream was was beginning to drip down your cleavage. Jin's tongue swiped across his lips as he eagerly looked at your chest with desire.

The sound of a sharp moan escaped your mouth as Jin's plump lips attached themselves to your chest. His lips were warm and soft as they glided over the cream and your skin. The scent and sweetness of the cream and the sensations of his lips weren't helping your need that was growing and growing the longer it was left to simmer.

Soon, all of the sweet cream that had been adorning your chest was gone, and Jin still looked hungry.

"Is my kitty still hungry, even after all of that cream?"

You trailed your hands over your body seductively and your fingers found the waist band of your shorts.

"Maybe what my kitty wants is under here huh? Is that was you want?" you asked, looking up through your lashes. Jin nodded frantically.

"Y-yes, that's what I want," he said, moving to reach forward. You swatted his hands away and gave him a look. Jin recoiled and moved away slightly, still licking his lips free of cream.

"Wait until I say it's okay, there's still plenty of cream for you to eat besides mine," you teased leaning in closely. Jin's throat bobbed at your proximity and you watched as he tried to figure out if he could kiss you or not.

You couldn't wait any longer for his lips, so you completed the act by sealing your lips over his. His plush lips felt warm and wet against your own. The taste of the whip cream and Jin mixed together was intoxicating. Your head spun and you wanted to dominate him.

It was rare that you actually got to top, because of how things worked. Generally both of you didn't tangled with role reversal until recently, and you were shy the entire time, not really understanding what you were supposed to do. But now...?

You wanted nothing more than to hear Jin beg for you to give him what he wanted. The thought made your core clench in anticipation and your tongue started to become numb as Jin deepened the kiss with ferocity.

He grabbed you by the back of your head and held you in place as he started bending you backwards, getting ready to take the lead. You pinched his side and laughed at the girlish scream that tore through the room.

"What the fuck?!" Jin yelped, rubbing his side with no amusement evident in his features. You gave him a look and he was silenced immediately.

"I'm in charge tonight, kitten. Don't think you'll be pulling anything smart with me, I know all your tricks better than you do. You're going to listen to me, or you won't get any more cream," you threatened, looking towards your shirt that sat on the couch.

Jin followed your eyes and gave you a frightened expression.

"Sorry baby, I'll listen," he said in such a submissive tone that it shocked even him.

How was he being so good with only a couple threats?

You weren't going to argue with his natural submission and unhooked your bra and let it fall to the floor. Jin's eyes were on your chest instantly. You grabbed the whip cream once more and placed two dollops on your nipples. You laid down on your back and Jin took that as his cue to come forward.

Your eyes followed his lithe body as he crawled over you. Even if he wasn't trying to be sexy right now, he was pulling those cat ears and collar off exceptionally well now. Your mind drifted off into space as Jin's lips found your sensitive buds.

Every flick of his tongue sending shockwaves through your body. The warmth of his tongue contrasting starkly with the coldness of the cream that was previously sat on your skin. His tongue made circular motions over your nipples as he tried desperately to get the cream off.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the bottom of his hairline as you struggled to think about your dominant role.

Jin finished off the cream on your nipples and started naturally to go down your body with his lips. You reached out and quickly grabbed his head and brought it up so you were facing each other. He had the look of a guilty kitten that had been caught drinking cream when he wasn't supposed to be and it made your heart melt. But, you weren't going to let him off the hook for that.

"You didn't get permission to lick anything else but the cream baby, you need to be punished," you said, pushing him up and making sure he'd stay put before reaching for your shorts and pulling them off.

He watched eagerly as you took more and more of your clothing off until you were stark naked in front of him. Jin moved liked he was going to come near you, but reminded himself that he wasn't allowed to touch you yet. You cooed in approval as Jin sat there like a proud kitten.

"Your punishment is that you can't touch me until I say so, once I do, you're allowed," you stated. Jin nodded, telling you he understood your terms. You smirked as you opened your legs and showed him how wet you actually were. His mouth dropped open and he looked like he was going to faint.

"Oh fuck..." he groaned, biting his lip harshly. You couldn't help the devilish grin the spread across your lips. You groped your breasts a few times, just to give yourself some stimulation before the real punishment began.

After a few moments of rubbing your breasts, you reached in between your legs and felt the familiar slickness of your arousal. You moaned softly as your fingers brushed against your clit and you gave a pitiful little yelp as you did it once more. You eyed Jin with such a look that he was gripping his jeans desperately.

"Mmm, feels so good baby, but not as good as your own," you commented. Jin groaned out loud and you almost laughed, but a moan came out instead. You were finding this much more arousing that you had originally thought possible.

The idea of you masturbating and pleasuring yourself and your boyfriend unable to touch you was truly enticing. You were enjoying your position in the dominant role for the first time since you'd ever tried it. Jin, however, didn't seem to be enjoying his punishment.

"Oh God, I can't do this. Please baby, please let me touch you," he whined, giving you the softest look that he could muster. You gave it a thought, but then shook your head.

"I don't think you're really sorry for what you did. Are you being a greedy kitty? Is my oppa a greedy kitten?"

Jin was ready to pull out his hair at the show you were giving him. You could see the tent that was rising in his pants and it looked painful.

After a little longer you could feel yourself getting close. You knew if you brought yourself to an orgasm Jin wouldn't like that one bit, so you decided to relent on the punishment.

You pushed a few fingers inside of yourself before pumping them a few times. You groaned loudly at the intrusion and you watched Jin loose his mind at the view. It was painful, but you managed to get two fingers inside of you with how worked up you were. After a few more times and pulled your fingers out and offered them to Jin.

"I think you want this cream more than the other one, huh kitty?" you asked. Jin lunged forward and wrapped his mouth around your fingers, licking them clean. He groaned at the taste of you on your delicate digits and moaned when you pulled them back.

You spread your legs wider and Jin got the message very quickly. He was between your thighs faster than you could've thought possible. Jin didn't waste any time in connecting his lips to your sweet pussy. He thought he could cry at the relief he felt from gently lapping at your core. You cried out at the sensations he was giving you.

It all felt so overwhelming. His lips that brushed against your clit every so often, just to remind you he knew exactly what he was doing.

You reached for his collar and tugged on it so you could see his bare throat as he lapped at your center with abandon. He was so lost in everything that you were, and you were slowly losing yourself to the pleasure that he was giving you.

It was always like fire whenever he touched you the way he did. Your skin always felt like it was on fire whenever he touched you and you couldn't understand why. It'd always been that way, since the very first time the two of you had had sex Jin was so giving and you weren't one to deny him whenever he decided he wanted you. It would be foolish of you to deny such a treasure.

Jin was your treasure, something that you'd found and it was beautiful.

He gave your life meaning again and he brought a light into your life that you weren't aware that you had been missing. He was so kind and loving to you, that you were always curious if he was even real for the first couple of months.

It was a beautiful thing, to be loved and to give love. Because it is the hardest thing to do in your life, or it's the easiest thing to do in your life.

Love is universal and anyone can give or receive it.

Jin nipped at your clit and your hips bucked into his mouth unexpectedly. Jin smiled against your skin and kept lapping away at your center. You needed sometime inside of you, desperately.

"Use your fingers too kitten," you ordered. Jin complied quickly as he eased a finger inside of your aching core. You moaned and gripped at your hair, trying to find something to ground you to the earth from the out of the world pleasure that you were receiving.

He only added one finger and you'd felt so pleasured you were certain you were going to pass out. Everything felt so incredibly good that you thought you were drooling. Jin was good with his mouth. Not just for kissing, he was great at eating you out as well. It was a talent that he kept well hidden, but he always loved blowing kisses and things like that, and you hadn't realized the mastery behind the soft lips that you'd gotten so used to kissing in the morning.

You were reaching that peak very quickly.

"Another finger baby, I'm so close," you whined, tangling your fingers into his hair, careful not to knock off his ears.

Jin did as you asked and added another finger. You groaned and arched your back into the sensation. Jin smiled at continued to suck and lap at your center like the kitten he was. You were crying out his name and praising him as he finger fucked you like it was his job to do so.

The thread in your stomach was drawing thinner and thinner as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly. The liquid fire was pooling in your stomach and Jin could feel your walls starting to tighten around his fingers.

Suddenly, Jin pushed against the special spot inside of you and you screamed as you came.

Hard.

Jin was right there to clean up the mess, and quickly. He didn't want to waste a single drop of the cream that he'd worked so hard for. He smiled and lapped at your center, careful not to over stimulate you.

You sat in the after glow of an incredible orgasm and Jin was licking his fingers and your lower lips as he got every last drop of your release. You smiled and kissed his head affectionately.

"What a good kitty," you said, bringing him to your lips in a searing kiss.

Jin smiled. You looked down and saw his bulging erection in his jeans.

"Give me those cat ears."

"Why?"

"Cause I get to taste your cream now."

Sweet Names: BTS Reaction

Hello!! Could you write a Bts reaction when the reader calls them by a cute nickname (joonie, jinnie, yoon, hobi, jiminie, taetae, kookie or others), please? Thank you in advance!

warnings: none, nothing but a whole bunch of fluff

disclaimer: this is based on my imagination - this is all fiction and bts are just being used as a muse.

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Namjoon

The two of you were walking around a park you noticed near one of Namjoon's favourite book stores. The sun had began to set and the sharp winter winds blew on your faces, you were in your own world watching as more and more leaves fell from the trees and watching how mothers and carers were rushing to get their kids beck home before dark. It was honestly a beautiful sight, which is why you loved winter of course, the time of closure but also renewal, a time for friends and families and loved ones and even though it was bitterly cold outside, it just gave you another reason for you to admire and adore your giant of a boyfriend's warmth.

"Alright, alright i will put them on." he interrupts you, slipping them on the best he could - thank god they were one size because you did not want your niece's heart to break once she found out that uncle namjoon wore them to threads, the imagined-unimpressed-look on your sister's face was sending shivers down your spine alone. You begin walking with him again, turning toward the cafe to get a drink for the two of you so you could warm up. Namjoon disturbs your route by standing infront of you. "Y/N." "Namjoon."

"No."

"No."

"No?" "You can only call me Joonie from now on." he declares, your eyes crinkle in response before a soft giggle leaves your throat "okay, Mr kitten mittens, it's Kim Joonie from now on." you say, laughing harder at the glare he sent you from making fun of the mittens, rushing after him when he storms off. "You love me, Kim Joonie." you state as you latch onto his arm He chuckles and looks down toward you "That i do, you lucky little thing." he says before kissing you. Safe to say he freaked out each time you didn't call him joonie though -

Seokjin

It all started when he cooked you dinner one night. It was very early on in your relationship. You had caught the flu going around the university, which meant you had to cancel your date with Seokjin. You did not want to make him sick too at your expense and you were pretty sure he didn't want to see his girlfriend turn into Rudolph the Red nose reindeer, with snot and sneezing and coughing - it wasn't your best look and you definitely didn't want to share it, especially not with Seokjin.

Ah but as you know, the man happens to have a mind of his own. So, soon after you send him that text, he found his way over to your apartment and knocked on the door. I mean, what better way to show how much you love and care for someone, then caring for them when they are sick? Yes, Seokjin fell first. You opened the door with a small groan, trying to see what they wanted, but it came out more of an impression of a zombie. Your brow quirked up when your zombie like groan was mocked from the other side of the door. How very unprofessional - you rip the door open to give this person a piece of your mind but when you saw him, you gasped and hid your face behind your blanket. "Hello to you too." He grinned and made his way inside before you could close the door on him, placing the bag of groceries, because your fridge and cupboards just weren't reliable. He began to take his coat and shoes off, turning back to face you when he had done so, chuckling when he sees you dragging yourself back to the couch with a struggle (considering you cannot see through a blanket), bumping into the table and then the couch before finally falling on your face onto a pillow before Jin finally came to help you take the blanket off your head. "I know I am dashingly handsome, dear but i don't think i am handsome enough to blind you." he jokes trying to lighten the mood, sitting on the edge of the couch and placing his hand on your hip. "You might be handsome but I am not, so I don't want you to see me." you huff

"Oh nonsense, I am your boyfriend i am supposed to see you!" he coos before turning you to face him "I don't know about ugly, but i can see about cute." he grins and smiles at you, kissing your head "I'll grab your medication and make you a lovely meal which you shall gobble all up and my love will kill the flu." he grinned "Or i will get the flu and then you will have to take care of me too and oh no, we have to spend the whole week together, in this one apartment so we don't infect anyone else." he faked his disappointment and walked toward your kitchen, smiling when you finally laugh, he put the radio on and prepared everything, glancing over at you time to time to make sure you were okay. He walked toward you with a tray, your food covered a glass of water with a few tablets next to it, he gently shook you awake "dinner is served." he whispers and places a kiss on your temple, helping you sit up before placing the tray on your lap, perching himself next to you. "How is it?" he asks, looking at you, trying to figure out how you felt about it, with your reactions, but he settled for the verbal option, twiddling his thumbs as he waited for you to finish your mouthful. "It is delicious, Thank you Jinnie." His ears went red, looking down as a bright smile graced his features "You're welcome love bug, just get well soon so i can take you out again."

Yoongi

You had just woken up, the first signs of spring had begun to show, the early rise of the sun, the sounds of birds singing united with your ears. It was a positive day for you it seemed, but not for your partner Yoongi. He had left even before the sun lit up the sky, he was in a box room that was disguised as his office and he had to deal with his boss yelling orders at him, and to top it all off, he didn't get the promotion he worked so hard for. Though, even with his day being a complete flop, coming home to you was like a sun peeking out after a day full of rain, he kicked off his shoes and he ran to your arms, telling you all about his day. "Aw, Yoongs." You frown "I am so sorry." sigh and kiss his head "I think maybe you need to look for a new job, this man just doesn't you right! With all that work and effort and cancellations, you deserve that stupid promotion!" you argue and slam the cup down "In fact I shall write the most professionalist, meanist email!" You declare and he just laughs, hands cupping your hips as he pulls you closer and he rests his head in his stomach, his cheeks still warm and pink from the nickname you called him - which you seemed to have miss=sed.

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That was more than five months ago, things have changed since then, yoongi got head of the music production team in one of the top labels in Korea, you were no longer his girlfriend, you were now his fiancée.

You were the glue that kept him together, so when everything seemed to be going right after you advised him to leave, he took it as the universe screaming at him to get his knee down and pull a ring out - you were perfect and everything he needed, he was a fool for not putting a ring on your finger sooner, he couldn't let you slip away. So, now that everything was finally as it should be, the sun seemed brighter, the birds melody sounded sweeter to yoongi, and it was much more exciting to come home to you - to tell you his amazing day that had happened and to listen to yours.

And so, he came home after a long day and got the recipes together to make a quick hearty meal as he was home first, when you got home, you seemed as tired as he was, but the soft smile exchanged between you two was enough to energise you for a couple more hours.

You two sat down to dinner, silently at first before you finally broke down and let everything that you had been holding, everything just seemed to go wrong, from an intern spilling everything down your shirt to you losing your important document, to being screamed at by your boss in front of everyone. He listened and didn't say anything before walking toward you and pulling you to his chest, running his fingers through your hair. "Thank you yoongs." you whispered and he smiles, the same blush appeared on his cheeks like every time you called him it before, but this time you didn't miss it, your heart warmed slightly and you hugged him for a little longer, embracing his warmth. "No problem, Honey, there is no problem at all." he says and pecks you on the head "want me to write your boss the meanest email ever?" he jokes to lighten the mood. The two of you laugh and stay in each others arms for the rest of the evening.

Hoseok You were trained in the same dance school as Hoseok, in fact the two of you paired up a lot before he became a famous idol. He followed his dream and you followed yours - you became a cheograpier and he became an idol, not just any idol though; he had the whole world at his feet. You on the other hand just had students that came every Saturday and forgot you till the following Friday (and even then that was a stretch).

But, it was what you wanted, what you dreamed of. Yes it wasn't perfect all the time, but it that how life is sometimes. Though sometimes, when you were closing up your studio, in silence, you thought how can two people from the same dance class, taught by the same people, worked together had two different fates - one a superstar and one just an ordinary joe. You wondered how the two of you got here. But now, a little bit over a year later, you're sitting in the Hybe labels dance floor and just wonder how on earth you got here.

Turns out, Hoseok remembered you dearly and had been keeping tabs on you like he always did with his friends who he cared for and kept in touch. He had seen videos of you teaching and the results of nearly all the kids in your dance class.

You were just the person for the job! And that is how you were working besides the biggest boyband in the world, making sure what made them, them, never faltered, that they never lost their touch. For that, they were most thankful. Hoseok however was the most thankful, not just for you but for the universe and for social media because it brought him back to you. The feelings he had all those years ago, gently made his way back to his heart. He thought you would reject him because of how much you were thankful for the job and how serious you were about it. He respected that, but it made him worry where he stood in your priority list when you were so high up in his.

But, when you said yes and agreed to a date at the cafe within hybe, you could've sworn you never seen him smile that bright. You almost lost your sight. (Not really) - either way, you two had been together for awhile, months in fact, it was just so natural that maybe soulmates were real. Hoseok and you were in the dance studio, he was trying to follow your tips and tricks to make this easier for him, so he didn't use so much energy on stage, but the easier seemed harder for him. "It's okay Hoba, you're doing great, just stop thinking and let your body and rhythm take over. we both know you have the talent, so let it lead you." you say as you hand him the water bottle offering him a gentle smile. He blinked, taking in your advice as well as the fact you called him a nickname. Something so natural in relationships, however it is so rare in yours, from your lips, so he took a double take before his grin appeared once more. Yes many before had called him this but the way you said it, it was like a sweet melody which a spring's day made just for him "Say it again." he says gently, you raised a brow in response but you nod "You're doing great-" He chuckles and puts his hand up, gosh you were always so serious, he adored it. "No, darling, say the nickname." He says, trying to hold onto his giggle, to hide his smile, but the way his cheeks poked up and became so prominent, it was hard not to tell how adorable he found this. "Hoba?" you whisper, wondering if that was what he wanted, he grins and nods. You smile and chuckle, nodding, understanding now "You're so silly, Hobi." "Sillily in love with you, my dear." he pecks your lips, you felt your cheeks heat up but you wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him. If a nickname made him so happy, so complete, you'll say it a million times a day, just to see your sun shine.

Jimin

Jimin as we know, is more than keen on pet names or nicknames, especially if it is from someone he loves or cares about. It makes him go all gooey inside and he loves that feeling.

Hearing such a special name just makes all his internal storms disappear. Especially when he met you.

The two of you met during his overseas schedule, it was sort of movie-like. That's how Jimin referred to it, that the two of you was such a perfect fit that it had to be written down on a script somewhere. But, if he was feeling extra cheesy, it was written on the scripts of destiny.

The two of you had gotten off the same plane, but you however were supposed to be going on a different plane to reach your final destination, but that was changed when the classic 'flight was cancelled' scenario so you stayed in New York. which wasn't the end of the world because you were a song writer - songs could be written anywhere. Due to the inconvenience, you met Jimin and you clicked instantly, numbers were exchanged and for two rule followers you were soon breaking every rule in the book for each other. It didn't take long for you becoming Jimin's partner and he becoming yours, there was up and downs and long distance but somehow you made it work, leading today - he was home early and you were in bed helping Taehyung with the order of his album, when suddenly his adorable face consumed your vision, "I have something for you." he chimed without letting you say a word, pecking your lips. A grin grew on your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck, happily accepting the kiss "Oh really and what might that be?" you ask, envisioning your favourite chocolate bar, but it was a shock when a rough CD was pulled out from behind him. You snapped up and reached for it. Snatching it for closer inspection. "Is it what I think it is?" you ask, excitement sparkling in your eyes With a small nod, you moved across the room and with all the delicacy you could muster you put it into the stereo. Jimin crossed his arms over his chest, admiring you. Your reaction settled every nerve he had about this album. You pressed play and nestled back into bed with him as you closed your eyes and let his work dance into your ears, a smile appeared seconds into the song and you nodded. It was wonderful- a perfect lullaby. You could see the reaction of the fans right before your eyes, you knew it would bring inner healing for them and you couldn't be happier. "So, how did you find it?" Jimin asks gently after the song finishes and you glanced in his direction before letting your head bop up and down to show you approved. "I find it wonderful Chim, you should be more than proud of yourself at this moment." you pecked his cheek and pulled him into a hug. Jimin was blinded by his own smile as he heard his infamous nickname, letting out a giggle, snuggling into your neck. "Is it better than yours."

"No, no one can beat me." You teased, before your squeals filled the bedroom as he attacked your weak spot - your sides as he tickled you to near death as laughter burst out from both of your mouths.

Taehyung You and Taehyung was always an interesting pair. Ever since the two of you met, many people didn't expect for your friendship to stay long, that it would fizzle out. You two were too different.

But, you seemed to go the other way, it was like one day you met and from then you were stuck together, Like Meredith Grey and Christina Yang or those two dragons from that random disney movie. You two took what you were, your ingredients and kneed it into to a wonderful, warm loaf of bread and that was you.

You two were like a loaf of bread.

You moulded yourselves into each other and your souls became one. Before you appreciated the work that artists put in to their work but didn't care for it, but now? You stare at art piece for hours and let the story swirl infront of you, following the strokes of the brush in order.

Taehyung before, was more than happy then not caring for hard working life, because why would you put yourself into all of that stress for a minimal result? But then he met you and he took time, he took the harder routes and he felt like he reaching more then just achievements, he felt he was reaching for the stars when he got results.

Before he only knew the true beauty of the sunset and the moon, but with you he learnt the wonder, the diamond of the sunrise. The two of you were more than opposites. In fact, if you didn't try out that cafe down the road, you might have never met-- but we don't think scary thoughts like that.

That was another thing Taehyung taught you, he taught you change, he taught you to try new things and you taught him the comfort with staying still. With letting life taking the reigns for once.

He taught you art

You taught him the art of the world, every subject, you would know something.

He taught you how it feels to have your heart race and you taught him how to love with tranquility.

You were more than opposite, so much more that you were perfect for each other and somehow, Taehyung knew that all along and when he saw you smile, he vowed not to let you go.

Either way, it was you and him against the world and you wouldn't have it any other way, especially if you can sit curled up on the couch, drinking hot chocolate, watching the window as the world went by as you waited for Taehyung as he had something to show you supposedly.

Something to show you he did, he finished wheeling something toward you, swiping his hands together as he stood up straight "Ready sweetheart?"

Raising a brow, you leaned forward and nod gently as the sheet protecting the surprise, came off swiftly and soon after moments, a painting was revealed to you.

It was the cafe the two of you met at, the street was the same, the people were the same, and you could swear that you saw your back, and you did. The painting was based off the day you first met, he had taken a picture before walking in. He didn't expect a simple cafe to shift his whole universe but it did, but as before -- Taehyung loved change, especially if the change is you.

"Tae Tae, It is more than beautiful-- it is more than anything that there is no word that exists for it!" You beamed.

He chuckled, looking down as he moved his hair back "Don't call me that when I am trying to make you all bashful, you know it's my weak spot." You giggle as you spread your arms open all for him. His smile only grew, as he dragged his feet toward you and flomped on top of you, laughing as you squeaked, mocking it as he took a sip of your hot chocolate. "Hey-" "You always did make the best hot chocolate, I think that is why i stick with you." he teased. You mirrored his smile before shoving him away "Very funny Tae." He grins, he grinned so much his cheeks were aching, but he would ache forever if he could hear your nicknames for him. He kissed you as he wrapped his arms around your neck as you sink into his touch You pull away and move his hair out his face "Thank you for my surprise, it is truly wonderful." "Anything to see that sparkle in your eye, Mon Amour."

Jungkook

As we are always told-- being with an idol isn't easy. And it isn't. There are days where you don't why you should be together when the rare occurrence of seeing each other becomes even more rare each day.

But those small moments are everything to you, the spark never leaves they are the same each time you touch one another. That was all you needed, a little reminder and you knew that, but being away from the love of your life will never be easy.

Lucky for you, today was the day. He was coming home.

He had been on a world tour, something you are both used to. But you were used to the days where they didn't add a day or two onto their shows and they did that with nearly every place they were performing.

So, all together it was an extra month and a week without him, not only were you were disappointed you would be missing your other half for longer, but you were worried how hard he was going to be working.

It wasn't like he didn't call, text, face time, heck you got a gift some weeks. But, recently you have been needing his warmth and since you can't have it, you feel drained.

You'd never mention it though, not when he was doing something he always wished to do. Not when he had been waiting for so long for this opportunity for years, but you wished it was easier on you.

That was the past though, now you could focus on driving him home. You filled the car flap in front of the passenger seat with his favourite snacks and sweets for the drive home, you made sure you looked the best you could.

You made everything perfect for him, he deserved that. You brought a pillow and blanket in case he would rather sleep because he was unpredictable, he could either had slept for the whole plane journey or he could have been awake and hyper through it all.

You parked up and checked the time, you were just in time his plane should be landing soon.

jungkook <3: Baby, I am home.

jungkook <3: can't wait to see you! So much to tell you~!

You grinned, he was safe. You were already at the terminal waiting for him, but just as you were texting him that you were waiting for him, you were lifted in the air. Your life might have flashed through your eyes but soon his laugh surrounded you and you giggled, bring turned around, you kiss him. "Welcome home Kookie." You say as you pulled away, looking into his eyes, he smiled at your words, looking at you and taking in your features "God I missed you." he whispers before kissing you once more "Tell me about it, I was dying without you."

He laughs "I don't blame you." he jokes and pinches your cheek "I was fine because I dreamt about you every night." He adds as you shake your head "Let's get you home kookie." "Ladies first." he grins as he moves out of the way, kissing your head, butterflies filling his stomach at the simplicity of a nickname, but he'd never tell you that. But, you knew, his smile told you everything.

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Masterlist Volume 2

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Masterlist Vol 1

Namjoon

Oneshots/Drabbles

2 Plus 1

Busy Body Pt. 2

Comfortable

Depth (Of You)

Fine

Hung Up

Independent Study

Kid Gloves

Knotty

Know Your Role

Night Moves

Play With Me

Privacy

Salve

Time Flies

The Trouble With Two

Three's A Crowd (Busy Body Pt. 3)

What We Want (Is The Same)

You Don't Know Me

Asks

Angry Bang

Asking For It

Big Boy

Blurry

Catching Feelings

Do It For Me

Grad Party

Indulge Me

Know It All

Made Up

No Contest

Nothing Like You

Pain Killer

Repeat After Me

Shift

Through The Wringer

Unravel Me

Series

Jimin

Oneshots/Drabbles

The Trouble With Two

Asks

In A Pinch

No Contest

Series

Taehyung

Oneshots/Drabbles

Smash

Can't Help Myself

Asks

Do It For Me

You and Tae In The Recording Booth (in front of Jimin)

Series

Yoongi

Oneshots/Drabbles

2 Plus 1

All Roads Lead To You

Busy Body Pt. 2

Company

Downtime

Nerve

Never Have I Ever...

Pay To Play

Second Chance

Supply and Demand

Three's A Crowd (Busy Body Pt. 3)

Wild Mood Swing

You Think You Know Someone

Asks

Through The Wringer

Series

Seokjin

Oneshots/Drabbles

Ego

Get A Grip

Play With Me

Red Rump

Asks

Love Language

Professor Jin Punishes You

Series

Hoseok

Oneshots/Drabbles

Quicksilver

You Don't Know Me

Just My Type

Asks

Series

Jungkook

Oneshots/Drabbles

Adore Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Boo

Snow Blow(ies)

Woah

You Think You Know Someone

Asks

Angry Bang

Asking For It

Feel It Out

Pain Killer

Series

The Roommate Jungkook:

Outage

Juice

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scenic route [kim namjoon]

was I also inspired by photos of namjoon going around? yes. was I also inspired by twenty five twenty one? yes. this man needs to be appreciated more <3 i also need to watch more kdramas if this is the result lmao.

drabble count: 8

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summary: In which you fall in love with Kim Namjoon, only to find out he's more than just the guy you've been rooming with for the past few months. Now, you're determined to cut ties with him, and he's determined to have you fall for him.

chapter tags/warnings: flips between past and present, au where ig namjoon is kinda sorta poor, uhhhh

Past 

You meet him on the train. 

Backpack beside him, he glances at the woman strolling the cart of beverages with ferocious hunger—it doesn’t help that his stomach grumbled on cue when she passes by your station. 

Okay. You don’t mean to be nosy, but the way he crumples the train ticket in his hand draws your attention to him. His shirt, a faded blue, have specks of dirt on it, and his sneakers are worn out. 

Did he get kicked out? No, this is the countryside, and he has the image of a city kid. The clothes of a traveler, too. Carries himself like a firstborn—you know because he didn’t lay his pride down yet and ask for money. Mouth set in grim determination, his face resembled yours when you received your sister’s invitation to her wedding: a person with a plan got wrong. 

Korean, you think, with the mutters under his breath. Mostly berating himself as his leg bounces up and down in anxiety. 

It’s not like he is in a crisis. This is the train heading back to the city, so if he sticks it out for a few more hours and enjoys the scenery, he’ll survive. 

Unless there’s no one waiting for him there. Though you’re in the table across from him, he didn’t glance in your direction once, thank God. Just trailed after the lady as she walked alongside him several times. 

Huh. Did he really get kicked out? 

If someone told you that you’ve never done a good thing in your life ever again… 

“Miss,” you reluctantly wave her over, and point at him. “Can you give him some snacks and drinks? I’ll pay for whatever he eats.” 

Surprised is an understatement of your reaction when he shoots up and waves his hands frantically, stumbling out of his seat into the crammed aisle with the employee. “No, I really don’t need anything—”

“You’ve been staring at her for what feels like the past hour.” 

“Excuse me?” Now his cheeks heat. Curse your bluntness, but you keep going anyways. 

“Unless you want to grab her number.” Shifting, you stare at him dead in the eye. “Was I wrong?” 

It doesn’t even take him a minute to fall to your demands. You close your book and dig into your pockets to take out a wad of cash, too lazy to take out your card, which is inside your purse. 

He orders a water and chugs it like it is the last bottle on Earth. Then he orders some banana bread. 

“I’ll repay you,” he says in between mouthfuls. “It may not be much, since I don’t have much money right now, but I promise I will. You can trust me.”

Famous last words. And he really must be poor. 

Nose crinkling in pity, you nod. Here you thought that he was old enough to know better, but guess not. If he had money, he should be spending it on some clothes and a house, instead of doing whatever he is right now. 

“Can you give me your number? I’ll contact you once I get enough.” 

“Sure,” you reply, opening your book once again. “When the train stops. Too exhausted to grab my pen right now.”

“I have one!” He volunteers, dashing across the aisle and nearly tripping once again. On air. Though no one offers him a seat across from you, the mysterious stranger slides in anyways. “What book are you reading?” 

You almost bite back the, “Why do you have a pen but not money?” remark, instead opting for, “Just a fantasy book.” 

“Six…” 

“Give me your hand.” The book slams shut once again, and your eyebrows knit together. God help you, you bought this train ticket which is past your budget in order to escape from annoying beings, only to get tangled with another one. 

Snatching his wrist and taking off the cap of the marker—you have no idea why he thinks this is a pen, but it must be some language barrier you were unfamiliar with—you scribble a fake number on his arm. 

“This is me,” you grunt. The stranger stares at it, and when you attempt to pull away, his fingers latch onto yours. 

They’re slightly calloused—not like yours, which is covered in old paper cuts and filled with memories of you crouching down and getting dirty for money. They’re long and slender, too, practically engulfing yours. 

You don’t like the feeling that arises when he rubs a thumb over your palm. Jealously? Inferiority? 

Well, whatever it is, you shoot him a glare and flip to a random page, covering your face with the book. You don’t know whether the sound that comes out from him is one of amusement or frustration, but the booth creaks across from you. 

“My name’s Namjoon, he says. 

The train slightly rattles, but other than that, the rhythmic clunking of its wheels on the rails return when he goes to sit back down. 

And until the vehicle halts, you can’t help but sneak peeks of him as he falls into a slumber. Arms crossed, head against the window, legs stretched out, he retreats into his own world.

What you should’ve done is not get entangled with him in the first place. 

Present

“You’re shitting me.” Kaia abruptly falls on her rear, staring at you with wide eyes. You hum, plucking another thorn off her rose. The weather is nice today, the skies clear and sun hidden by the clouds—did you really have to do this inside? 

Though, the flowers are better company than your friend here, nagging you. There are bundles of roses in front of you, but you’re the only one working. Yeah, she has her hands on her knees, leaning in closer with interest. 

“Is this my flower store or yours?” 

“You’re saying the part-time hire that I took in for a few months on your request? Joonie? Our Joonie? He’s actually not poor?”

“That’s what I said, didn’t I?” You retort. 

“The kid that barely had a week’s worth of clothing? That one?” 

Snip. You move onto the next flower. He has plenty of clothes now, so it’s not like you need to worry anymore. 

“The one that ate like a pig and he’s been starving for a whole good year or so? The one that scrapbooked the whole town here and went around taking photos?”

You sigh.

“The one that you kissed?”

“He kissed me,” you snap. Stop when you see the grin on her face growing. “And stop talking about him. He returned to his world, like I returned to mine. It’s better this way.”

“Is this a firstborn disease, I wonder? Pretending that everything’s fine?”

“If you’re going to act like I’m not here, I’m leaving.” 

Kaia claps when you move to stand up. “I meant to say that he’s so, so forgettable and we shouldn’t talk about him anymore. Ever. Since none of us remember him.”

A smile curls up your lips, and you throw the now thornless rose at her. “Sorry for making you all uncomfortable. I know you guys loved him.” 

“Well, that’s part of his charm, isn’t it?” 

Yeah. It is. 

But just because someone is charming, doesn’t mean he’s hard to erase. 

Past 

“You what? Did you follow me?” 

“To follow someone is to appear to them directly. And I didn’t even know you’d be here.” He—Namjoon—scratches the back of his neck, clearing his throat. “Though I suppose I should apologize, since I still don’t have the money to pay you back. Or I do, but I think I need to use it to get some food, a place to stay, and a job.” 

“You’re not going to find it here.” You motion to the bench, where your things are. Here you are wanting some quiet time away from the grandparents who wanted to you to finish their chores for them. As endearing as they can be, you know that they can be just as manipulating, too. Just cast the “my back really hurts and I’ll give you an endless supply of side dishes” glance with the eyes, and you’re under their spell. 

“I heard there was a small town around here…”

“Not a place to stay,” you tell him. “Residents only, since we don’t often have visitors.”

“Why? Because it’s so far away?” He inches closer to the railing. Where you are looks over the city—is half an hour away from it, actually, so not too far out. The area is surrounded by hills and an endless amount of the color green. You peer over with him, catching sight of the ocean far below and more fields. 

“Are you sure you’re not following me? What are you doing here, anyways?” Namjoon smiles, and dimples appear, a feature you didn’t notice last time. 

“I live in the town you’re talking about.” You grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder. At least he looks freshened up this time, in a better shirt—still blue—and much cleaner shoes. Even his hair isn’t greasy, which is a nice bonus and in for the grandparents to adore him. “Come on. I’ll take you there.” 

“Seriously? That’d be awesome.” He follows. God. How gullible. “Can you get me a job, too?”

“That’s not for me to interfere with. Ask around, and maybe you’ll get one.”

“And, uh…” 

“And what?” You spin on your heel—maybe a little too quickly. Your knee bends, and your arms fly out.

Reaching Namjoon’s. 

He hoists you up easily, and you clear your throat. He’s tall. Uh. Very tall, hovering over you. And not all that useless. He does have some muscles, it seems. Actually, he’s like some doberman. 

Other than that, your mind is blank. But the subject needs to be changed desperately. 

Is it too late to jump off the railing? Embrace the waters below? 

His dimples make a return, and he tilts his head down. “I was going to ask if I can find a place to stay, but maybe it’s a little to early for that.” 

That’s it. You gape at him, wondering if he can take a hit in the head. By your fist.

Namjoon waves to the right—the direction you’re going in. “After you.” 

Past

“Is there anything I should know about you?” You press an index finger to his chest, ignoring how he doesn’t budge. “Did you get here because you’re charged with murder? Arson? Something along those lines?”

Namjoon holds his hands up. “I promise I’m a responsible citizen, only needing a temporary place to stay.” 

He isn’t lying. At least, you don’t think he’s the type to. But he is hiding something.

Seeing as it isn’t life threatening, though, you take him up the cobblestone path, pointing to the yellow building with the rusty sign. Most of the buildings here need a serious paint job, but none of you ever get to it, thinking it adds its own unique quality to the area. 

Plus, as long as the inside is clean, none of you see the issue why an area should be judged for its exterior. 

“Halmuni!” You shout when you walk into the restaurant with Namjoon. It’s a little ironic, how she named it, You Can Eat Anything, but gives the locals what she wants to make for the day. 

Well, at least the side dishes are consistent. And anything she makes tastes amazing, not to mention you all love her to say otherwise. 

Kaia is there, one leg crossed over another, soju bottle in front of her. Her head resting on the palm of her hand, she groans when you enter. 

“Halmuni,” she whines. “Kick her out. She’s going to make me go back to work.”

“As you should,” the elder scolds back, flicking her forehead and leaning on the counter. “You’re the owner. What are you doing playing hooky in another person’s store?” 

Hooky. You snort.

“There aren’t any customers.” Your friend mutters under her breath, and takes another sip of alcohol. 

“And you.” The woman’s finger turns to focus on you. “Isn’t she paying you? Why are you off with some man having a literal hook-up?”

Kaia stares at Namjoon, who, behind you, bows to Halmuni. 

“There’s no way that’s her one night stand. Or boyfriend. It’s probably some traveler she picked up on the side of the road.” 

The comment is insulting and comforting at the same time. 

“She’s right,” you murmur. “This is Namjoon. He needs a place to stay and work. I was planning to take him to yours after feeding him, but I guess you can assess him now.” You shove the kid forward. 

“Ya.” Halmuni declares. “Don’t push him around like that.” 

Placing her hands on her hips, she stares him down. “I’m selling kimchi-jigae today. Take it or leave it.”

“I, ah, I’ll eat it well,” he stumbles out, wiping his hands on his shorts.

“Say that when it’s served to you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“Come here, come here,” Kaia interjects, waving him forward, and motioning to the seat in front of her. “Sit.” 

You almost feel bad that you’re all treating him harshly. Almost, because he’ll adapt. You see the determination in his eyes, the way he takes in a deep breath before going forward.

If he’s determined to stay and make it happen, you’ll let him. And if he can deal with the crass way everyone speaks here, he’ll be accepted in a community that’ll have his back—one that’ll even bury a body for him. 

You didn’t come here on awful terms like Namjoon did—just for escape a few years back. But you’re glad, because this is your home now. 

“Hello,” he bows again. “Kim Namjoon. I’m, uh, 24.” 

“Out of college, huh? Or…” 

“Yes. Seoul University. In business.” 

“Mhm. Top of the class?”

“Yes.”

“Holy shit.” This causes her to put the bottle down. “Really? So you’re actually smart? I thought most people coasted by once they got into college.”

“That’s just you,” you remark, smirking. When she sticks her tongue out, you laugh and make your way around the counter to start loading some kimchi onto a plate. And some radish, along with seasoned spinach, and some other side dishes. 

“I, ah. Academics are important.” 

“Not here.” Kaia tilts her head to the side. “How’s your sense of fashion? Or interior design. This place is tacky, don’t you think? Too yellow. It’s kind of hideous. I feel like I’m looking at a golden pig’s skin.”

This time, you muffle your laughter so that Halmuni can’t hear your agreement with her comment. Like the outside, the inside is yellow, too, and the wallpaper draws attention more than the wooden tables and silver counter does. Not to mention, the paper slammed on the middle of the wall containing an indiscernible scribble of the menu of the day. 

It adds character, though. 

“Is that… bad?” Namjoon resembles a fish out of water. Quite literally. 

She blinks. “So you need glasses. That’s okay. Can you do simple tasks like putting bouquets together and cutting thorns off roses? Working with me means more than dealing with flowers. You’ll probably be living mostly in restaurants, helping the grandpas and grandmas around here.”

“I can do that.” His shoulders sag in relief. 

“And you can take photos? I have—”

“Oh, do your own social media stuff.” You bring the side dishes down harder than you expect, but appear unfazed nonetheless. 

“Fine.” Kaia pouts. “You’re hired. I can’t pay much, but I’m a fair boss. And as for sleeping arrangements.” She points to you. “She has two rooms. Take up her offer on that.”

Present

It’s the deep voice calling your name, heard like a whisper in the wind, that makes you freeze. Turn. 

“So it is you,” he murmurs, casting his eyes down to the concrete road. With the way he’s behind you, it reminds you of the time he followed you up a different path. He must be thinking the same, with the way his shoes—clean, untouched sneakers—kick a rock. Namjoon’s hands are in his pockets, and the way he carries himself doesn’t match the sleek black and white suit he has on. 

Frankly, seeing him like this is unbearable.

Thank God this is Seoul—vast enough so that you don’t have to run into him again. Especially since you’re moving here now that you got a new job as an editor. 

“So you’re going to leave without saying anything?” Hurt is laced into his voice. “You won’t let me explain, after everything we’ve been together?” 

“I’ve been through a lot with Kim Namjoon, the guy I met in the train,” you say. “Not Kim Namjoon, the businessman.”

And like you described, the businessman is ruthless at giving you heartbreak. It’s stupid, why you decided to go the path that will pass by Kim Tech Industries—you were practically asking for punishment. And yet, here he is, too, leaning against the entrance of the building, like he’s been waiting for you this whole time. 

“You look beautiful,” the words fall out of his lips like he’s said it a thousand times, because he has. Only this time, he can’t accompany the words by caressing your cheek, or by placing his hands in yours. “Is the restaurant doing okay? What about the paint? Has it faded yet? Did some rascal put his foot on the new color?” 

“Don’t—” Your facade cracks. “Don’t ask me about these things, Namjoon. I can’t answer them.” 

“Why can’t they be the same person? Why can’t—I told you that I was there for a reason, right? And I told you I had to go.”

Like you could ever forget the moment. It felt like waking up from a nightmare, and realize that you’ve twisted all the bad into the good. 

“Is it that hard for you to look at me? Talk to me? Think about me?” 

“Yes,” you whisper, and watch his face crumple. It takes one look at his face to now know he belongs in a vastly different world. One you don’t have control over. 

He’s the man who doesn’t even has a 9-5, because he’s that rich. A bachelor, combined with the other six he hangs out with. 

You should’ve read the news about his mysterious disappearance. Kaia—the social media fanatic—should have. 

Except you all missed it. And now, you had to step on your own heart. 

“What if—”

“There is not ‘what if’s’ anymore. Only now.”

You deliver the final blow. To you and him. 

“I’ll be going… Namjoon ssi.” 

Present

“Come on, Halmuni. You can’t act like they weren’t in love. They were practically all over each other, it was disgusting to watch.” 

Halmuni sighs. “Yes, but I’m not tactless enough to say that in front of someone who’s grieving.” 

“I am over him,” you mumble, and set the chicken skewers down. “But you talking about him makes my appetite disappear.” 

“Namjoon. What if I decided to go abroad? To America?”

“Then I would follow you in a heartbeat.”

“Namjoon. What if…”

“Again with this?” 

“Yes. What if I messed up? Like I did something really bad?”

“Like, cheat on me?”

“No, stupid. Like I said hurtful things but I didn’t mean it. You know how I can run my mouth sometimes. What if I said something without meaning it?”

“Then I would forgive you in a heartbeat, too.”

“Namjoon. What if I stopped loving you?”

“Do you?”

“No.”

“… Whether you stop loving me or not, that won’t change my love for you.”

Every word with him, every ‘what if,’ haunts you. But what still lingers are the words he said when you turned to leave: “I still love you. And if your stubborn ass chooses to pretend like you don’t love me, my stubborn ass will spend the rest of my life making sure you actually fall in love with me. Properly.” 

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scenic route [kim namjoon]

was I also inspired by photos of namjoon going around? yes. was I also inspired by twenty five twenty one? yes. this man needs to be appreciated more <3 i also need to watch more kdramas if this is the result lmao.

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summary: In which you fall in love with Kim Namjoon, only to find out he's more than just the guy you've been rooming with for the past few months. Now, you're determined to cut ties with him, and he's determined to have you fall for him.

chapter tags/warnings: flips between past and present, au where ig namjoon is kinda sorta poor, uhhhh

Past 

You meet him on the train. 

Backpack beside him, he glances at the woman strolling the cart of beverages with ferocious hunger—it doesn’t help that his stomach grumbled on cue when she passes by your station. 

Okay. You don’t mean to be nosy, but the way he crumples the train ticket in his hand draws your attention to him. His shirt, a faded blue, have specks of dirt on it, and his sneakers are worn out. 

Did he get kicked out? No, this is the countryside, and he has the image of a city kid. The clothes of a traveler, too. Carries himself like a firstborn—you know because he didn’t lay his pride down yet and ask for money. Mouth set in grim determination, his face resembled yours when you received your sister’s invitation to her wedding: a person with a plan got wrong. 

Korean, you think, with the mutters under his breath. Mostly berating himself as his leg bounces up and down in anxiety. 

It’s not like he is in a crisis. This is the train heading back to the city, so if he sticks it out for a few more hours and enjoys the scenery, he’ll survive. 

Unless there’s no one waiting for him there. Though you’re in the table across from him, he didn’t glance in your direction once, thank God. Just trailed after the lady as she walked alongside him several times. 

Huh. Did he really get kicked out? 

If someone told you that you’ve never done a good thing in your life ever again… 

“Miss,” you reluctantly wave her over, and point at him. “Can you give him some snacks and drinks? I’ll pay for whatever he eats.” 

Surprised is an understatement of your reaction when he shoots up and waves his hands frantically, stumbling out of his seat into the crammed aisle with the employee. “No, I really don’t need anything—”

“You’ve been staring at her for what feels like the past hour.” 

“Excuse me?” Now his cheeks heat. Curse your bluntness, but you keep going anyways. 

“Unless you want to grab her number.” Shifting, you stare at him dead in the eye. “Was I wrong?” 

It doesn’t even take him a minute to fall to your demands. You close your book and dig into your pockets to take out a wad of cash, too lazy to take out your card, which is inside your purse. 

He orders a water and chugs it like it is the last bottle on Earth. Then he orders some banana bread. 

“I’ll repay you,” he says in between mouthfuls. “It may not be much, since I don’t have much money right now, but I promise I will. You can trust me.”

Famous last words. And he really must be poor. 

Nose crinkling in pity, you nod. Here you thought that he was old enough to know better, but guess not. If he had money, he should be spending it on some clothes and a house, instead of doing whatever he is right now. 

“Can you give me your number? I’ll contact you once I get enough.” 

“Sure,” you reply, opening your book once again. “When the train stops. Too exhausted to grab my pen right now.”

“I have one!” He volunteers, dashing across the aisle and nearly tripping once again. On air. Though no one offers him a seat across from you, the mysterious stranger slides in anyways. “What book are you reading?” 

You almost bite back the, “Why do you have a pen but not money?” remark, instead opting for, “Just a fantasy book.” 

“Six…” 

“Give me your hand.” The book slams shut once again, and your eyebrows knit together. God help you, you bought this train ticket which is past your budget in order to escape from annoying beings, only to get tangled with another one. 

Snatching his wrist and taking off the cap of the marker—you have no idea why he thinks this is a pen, but it must be some language barrier you were unfamiliar with—you scribble a fake number on his arm. 

“This is me,” you grunt. The stranger stares at it, and when you attempt to pull away, his fingers latch onto yours. 

They’re slightly calloused—not like yours, which is covered in old paper cuts and filled with memories of you crouching down and getting dirty for money. They’re long and slender, too, practically engulfing yours. 

You don’t like the feeling that arises when he rubs a thumb over your palm. Jealously? Inferiority? 

Well, whatever it is, you shoot him a glare and flip to a random page, covering your face with the book. You don’t know whether the sound that comes out from him is one of amusement or frustration, but the booth creaks across from you. 

“My name’s Namjoon, he says. 

The train slightly rattles, but other than that, the rhythmic clunking of its wheels on the rails return when he goes to sit back down. 

And until the vehicle halts, you can’t help but sneak peeks of him as he falls into a slumber. Arms crossed, head against the window, legs stretched out, he retreats into his own world.

What you should’ve done is not get entangled with him in the first place. 

Present

“You’re shitting me.” Kaia abruptly falls on her rear, staring at you with wide eyes. You hum, plucking another thorn off her rose. The weather is nice today, the skies clear and sun hidden by the clouds—did you really have to do this inside? 

Though, the flowers are better company than your friend here, nagging you. There are bundles of roses in front of you, but you’re the only one working. Yeah, she has her hands on her knees, leaning in closer with interest. 

“Is this my flower store or yours?” 

“You’re saying the part-time hire that I took in for a few months on your request? Joonie? Our Joonie? He’s actually not poor?”

“That’s what I said, didn’t I?” You retort. 

“The kid that barely had a week’s worth of clothing? That one?” 

Snip. You move onto the next flower. He has plenty of clothes now, so it’s not like you need to worry anymore. 

“The one that ate like a pig and he’s been starving for a whole good year or so? The one that scrapbooked the whole town here and went around taking photos?”

You sigh.

“The one that you kissed?”

“He kissed me,” you snap. Stop when you see the grin on her face growing. “And stop talking about him. He returned to his world, like I returned to mine. It’s better this way.”

“Is this a firstborn disease, I wonder? Pretending that everything’s fine?”

“If you’re going to act like I’m not here, I’m leaving.” 

Kaia claps when you move to stand up. “I meant to say that he’s so, so forgettable and we shouldn’t talk about him anymore. Ever. Since none of us remember him.”

A smile curls up your lips, and you throw the now thornless rose at her. “Sorry for making you all uncomfortable. I know you guys loved him.” 

“Well, that’s part of his charm, isn’t it?” 

Yeah. It is. 

But just because someone is charming, doesn’t mean he’s hard to erase. 

Past 

“You what? Did you follow me?” 

“To follow someone is to appear to them directly. And I didn’t even know you’d be here.” He—Namjoon—scratches the back of his neck, clearing his throat. “Though I suppose I should apologize, since I still don’t have the money to pay you back. Or I do, but I think I need to use it to get some food, a place to stay, and a job.” 

“You’re not going to find it here.” You motion to the bench, where your things are. Here you are wanting some quiet time away from the grandparents who wanted to you to finish their chores for them. As endearing as they can be, you know that they can be just as manipulating, too. Just cast the “my back really hurts and I’ll give you an endless supply of side dishes” glance with the eyes, and you’re under their spell. 

“I heard there was a small town around here…”

“Not a place to stay,” you tell him. “Residents only, since we don’t often have visitors.”

“Why? Because it’s so far away?” He inches closer to the railing. Where you are looks over the city—is half an hour away from it, actually, so not too far out. The area is surrounded by hills and an endless amount of the color green. You peer over with him, catching sight of the ocean far below and more fields. 

“Are you sure you’re not following me? What are you doing here, anyways?” Namjoon smiles, and dimples appear, a feature you didn’t notice last time. 

“I live in the town you’re talking about.” You grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder. At least he looks freshened up this time, in a better shirt—still blue—and much cleaner shoes. Even his hair isn’t greasy, which is a nice bonus and in for the grandparents to adore him. “Come on. I’ll take you there.” 

“Seriously? That’d be awesome.” He follows. God. How gullible. “Can you get me a job, too?”

“That’s not for me to interfere with. Ask around, and maybe you’ll get one.”

“And, uh…” 

“And what?” You spin on your heel—maybe a little too quickly. Your knee bends, and your arms fly out.

Reaching Namjoon’s. 

He hoists you up easily, and you clear your throat. He’s tall. Uh. Very tall, hovering over you. And not all that useless. He does have some muscles, it seems. Actually, he’s like some doberman. 

Other than that, your mind is blank. But the subject needs to be changed desperately. 

Is it too late to jump off the railing? Embrace the waters below? 

His dimples make a return, and he tilts his head down. “I was going to ask if I can find a place to stay, but maybe it’s a little to early for that.” 

That’s it. You gape at him, wondering if he can take a hit in the head. By your fist.

Namjoon waves to the right—the direction you’re going in. “After you.” 

Past

“Is there anything I should know about you?” You press an index finger to his chest, ignoring how he doesn’t budge. “Did you get here because you’re charged with murder? Arson? Something along those lines?”

Namjoon holds his hands up. “I promise I’m a responsible citizen, only needing a temporary place to stay.” 

He isn’t lying. At least, you don’t think he’s the type to. But he is hiding something.

Seeing as it isn’t life threatening, though, you take him up the cobblestone path, pointing to the yellow building with the rusty sign. Most of the buildings here need a serious paint job, but none of you ever get to it, thinking it adds its own unique quality to the area. 

Plus, as long as the inside is clean, none of you see the issue why an area should be judged for its exterior. 

“Halmuni!” You shout when you walk into the restaurant with Namjoon. It’s a little ironic, how she named it, You Can Eat Anything, but gives the locals what she wants to make for the day. 

Well, at least the side dishes are consistent. And anything she makes tastes amazing, not to mention you all love her to say otherwise. 

Kaia is there, one leg crossed over another, soju bottle in front of her. Her head resting on the palm of her hand, she groans when you enter. 

“Halmuni,” she whines. “Kick her out. She’s going to make me go back to work.”

“As you should,” the elder scolds back, flicking her forehead and leaning on the counter. “You’re the owner. What are you doing playing hooky in another person’s store?” 

Hooky. You snort.

“There aren’t any customers.” Your friend mutters under her breath, and takes another sip of alcohol. 

“And you.” The woman’s finger turns to focus on you. “Isn’t she paying you? Why are you off with some man having a literal hook-up?”

Kaia stares at Namjoon, who, behind you, bows to Halmuni. 

“There’s no way that’s her one night stand. Or boyfriend. It’s probably some traveler she picked up on the side of the road.” 

The comment is insulting and comforting at the same time. 

“She’s right,” you murmur. “This is Namjoon. He needs a place to stay and work. I was planning to take him to yours after feeding him, but I guess you can assess him now.” You shove the kid forward. 

“Ya.” Halmuni declares. “Don’t push him around like that.” 

Placing her hands on her hips, she stares him down. “I’m selling kimchi-jigae today. Take it or leave it.”

“I, ah, I’ll eat it well,” he stumbles out, wiping his hands on his shorts.

“Say that when it’s served to you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“Come here, come here,” Kaia interjects, waving him forward, and motioning to the seat in front of her. “Sit.” 

You almost feel bad that you’re all treating him harshly. Almost, because he’ll adapt. You see the determination in his eyes, the way he takes in a deep breath before going forward.

If he’s determined to stay and make it happen, you’ll let him. And if he can deal with the crass way everyone speaks here, he’ll be accepted in a community that’ll have his back—one that’ll even bury a body for him. 

You didn’t come here on awful terms like Namjoon did—just for escape a few years back. But you’re glad, because this is your home now. 

“Hello,” he bows again. “Kim Namjoon. I’m, uh, 24.” 

“Out of college, huh? Or…” 

“Yes. Seoul University. In business.” 

“Mhm. Top of the class?”

“Yes.”

“Holy shit.” This causes her to put the bottle down. “Really? So you’re actually smart? I thought most people coasted by once they got into college.”

“That’s just you,” you remark, smirking. When she sticks her tongue out, you laugh and make your way around the counter to start loading some kimchi onto a plate. And some radish, along with seasoned spinach, and some other side dishes. 

“I, ah. Academics are important.” 

“Not here.” Kaia tilts her head to the side. “How’s your sense of fashion? Or interior design. This place is tacky, don’t you think? Too yellow. It’s kind of hideous. I feel like I’m looking at a golden pig’s skin.”

This time, you muffle your laughter so that Halmuni can’t hear your agreement with her comment. Like the outside, the inside is yellow, too, and the wallpaper draws attention more than the wooden tables and silver counter does. Not to mention, the paper slammed on the middle of the wall containing an indiscernible scribble of the menu of the day. 

It adds character, though. 

“Is that… bad?” Namjoon resembles a fish out of water. Quite literally. 

She blinks. “So you need glasses. That’s okay. Can you do simple tasks like putting bouquets together and cutting thorns off roses? Working with me means more than dealing with flowers. You’ll probably be living mostly in restaurants, helping the grandpas and grandmas around here.”

“I can do that.” His shoulders sag in relief. 

“And you can take photos? I have—”

“Oh, do your own social media stuff.” You bring the side dishes down harder than you expect, but appear unfazed nonetheless. 

“Fine.” Kaia pouts. “You’re hired. I can’t pay much, but I’m a fair boss. And as for sleeping arrangements.” She points to you. “She has two rooms. Take up her offer on that.”

Present

It’s the deep voice calling your name, heard like a whisper in the wind, that makes you freeze. Turn. 

“So it is you,” he murmurs, casting his eyes down to the concrete road. With the way he’s behind you, it reminds you of the time he followed you up a different path. He must be thinking the same, with the way his shoes—clean, untouched sneakers—kick a rock. Namjoon’s hands are in his pockets, and the way he carries himself doesn’t match the sleek black and white suit he has on. 

Frankly, seeing him like this is unbearable.

Thank God this is Seoul—vast enough so that you don’t have to run into him again. Especially since you’re moving here now that you got a new job as an editor. 

“So you’re going to leave without saying anything?” Hurt is laced into his voice. “You won’t let me explain, after everything we’ve been together?” 

“I’ve been through a lot with Kim Namjoon, the guy I met in the train,” you say. “Not Kim Namjoon, the businessman.”

And like you described, the businessman is ruthless at giving you heartbreak. It’s stupid, why you decided to go the path that will pass by Kim Tech Industries—you were practically asking for punishment. And yet, here he is, too, leaning against the entrance of the building, like he’s been waiting for you this whole time. 

“You look beautiful,” the words fall out of his lips like he’s said it a thousand times, because he has. Only this time, he can’t accompany the words by caressing your cheek, or by placing his hands in yours. “Is the restaurant doing okay? What about the paint? Has it faded yet? Did some rascal put his foot on the new color?” 

“Don’t—” Your facade cracks. “Don’t ask me about these things, Namjoon. I can’t answer them.” 

“Why can’t they be the same person? Why can’t—I told you that I was there for a reason, right? And I told you I had to go.”

Like you could ever forget the moment. It felt like waking up from a nightmare, and realize that you’ve twisted all the bad into the good. 

“Is it that hard for you to look at me? Talk to me? Think about me?” 

“Yes,” you whisper, and watch his face crumple. It takes one look at his face to now know he belongs in a vastly different world. One you don’t have control over. 

He’s the man who doesn’t even has a 9-5, because he’s that rich. A bachelor, combined with the other six he hangs out with. 

You should’ve read the news about his mysterious disappearance. Kaia—the social media fanatic—should have. 

Except you all missed it. And now, you had to step on your own heart. 

“What if—”

“There is not ‘what if’s’ anymore. Only now.”

You deliver the final blow. To you and him. 

“I’ll be going… Namjoon ssi.” 

Present

“Come on, Halmuni. You can’t act like they weren’t in love. They were practically all over each other, it was disgusting to watch.” 

Halmuni sighs. “Yes, but I’m not tactless enough to say that in front of someone who’s grieving.” 

“I am over him,” you mumble, and set the chicken skewers down. “But you talking about him makes my appetite disappear.” 

“Namjoon. What if I decided to go abroad? To America?”

“Then I would follow you in a heartbeat.”

“Namjoon. What if…”

“Again with this?” 

“Yes. What if I messed up? Like I did something really bad?”

“Like, cheat on me?”

“No, stupid. Like I said hurtful things but I didn’t mean it. You know how I can run my mouth sometimes. What if I said something without meaning it?”

“Then I would forgive you in a heartbeat, too.”

“Namjoon. What if I stopped loving you?”

“Do you?”

“No.”

“… Whether you stop loving me or not, that won’t change my love for you.”

Every word with him, every ‘what if,’ haunts you. But what still lingers are the words he said when you turned to leave: “I still love you. And if your stubborn ass chooses to pretend like you don’t love me, my stubborn ass will spend the rest of my life making sure you actually fall in love with me. Properly.” 

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accidental | jjk

—In which your boyfriend Jungkook accidentally turned you on right before bed.

pairing. jungkook x reader established relationship au

genre. implications of smut, a little fluff

w.c. 500 approx. (a drabble)

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Jungkook had to have known what he was doing to you as he traced patterns along your inner thigh when you were watching the movie, acting completely naive, as if his hand placement wasn’t suggestive.

In fact, it was so suggestive that you honestly did believe he was going to actually touch you any second. You were patient, your awaiting core aching yet patient.

But when the movie ended and he closed the laptop to snuggle further into you before shutting his eyes and letting out a sleepy yawn, you knew he didn’t have any plans to pleasure you tonight.

That brings you to right now, thigh over his and arm across his chest as your body rises and sinks with his breathing. Your core is pressed against his leg, but you resist the urge to grind yourself against him.

You pout instead, feeling incredibly needy but far too polite to disturb his half asleep state.

Maybe tomorrow, you tell yourself.

“Jagi?”

Your eyes widen like saucers, traveling like light speed to connect to his.

“Are you good?”

You didn’t realize until now how you’ve been sighing in frustration and not-so-subtly pouting for the past however many minutes.

“Yes…” you attempt to mask the lie by speaking in a ‘why wouldn’t I be?’ tone. You failed miserably. “No. Gukkie~” you rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him, “I can’t sleep.”

He swallows to cure his dry, sleepy mouth before giving you his undivided attention, attempting to stay wide awake for you.

“Why? Are you uncomfortable? You can use all of the blanket if you want -"

“No.” you interrupt, “I am uncomfy but in a different way.”

Oh.

If Jungkook wasn’t awake before, he definitely is now.

“You turned me on when you kept tracing my thigh during the movie, now I can’t make it go away…”

At first he was confused about what you were referring to, because he genuinely was just absentmindedly and lovingly touching you, it was an instinctive and inevitable habit of his, only this time he didn’t realize his placement.

“I’m sorry jagi," his tone is gentle and apologetic, a defeated huff falling past his lips. "You probably think I’m a dick. I wasn’t trying to lead you on only to go to sleep, I didn't even realize I was—“

“No, I know." You interrupt again. You're not mad, just needy. "But still… it doesn’t matter if you meant to or not because I’m still wet right now.”

Your blunt statement had him choked up, his parted lips frozen.

In an effort to bring him back to earth, you slide your hand down his chest, landing on what you assumed would be an erect bulge hidden beneath the frail material of his briefs.

“Help me get comfortable?”

He nods, words still not coming to him as he speaks with actions instead, sitting himself up against the headboard and positioning your hips to go over him and into a straddle.

“Ride it, jagi.”

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A/N: had this gif for so long and rly wanted to use it so here u go heheh

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Found Diary...

This is 100% based on a TikTok I legit just saw by yoongi.xd so full credit to them for the idea :)

R/F/N = Random Female Name R/M/N = Random Male Name

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst(?), lemon(not really)

Au: Non-Idol au, High School au, Gender neutral! Reader, it's 2019, Yoongi is 17

Song: Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds

Word Count

Warnings: swearing,

Pov: alternating

POV - Y/n's First Person

High school... I hate it. I've always hated it. I feared going into high school since I was little. The only reason why I had any bit of motivation is that I got to see my best friend Yoongi.

Min Yoongi. The introvert who can do literally anything. It's crazy. I don't know how we ended up becoming friends, but we did. He's always been a tough cookie and had a hard exterior. Though it didn't take long for me to break into it.

It apparently took less amount of time for this bitch named R/f/n. They met about two months ago, and they're already sucking faces.

Which is what's happening right now.

"Can you guys like not to do that while I'm trying to eat?" I look at Yoongi and R/f/n and they pull away.

"No." R/f/n scoffs trying to pull Yoongi back in for a... I can't even call it a kiss. "No, R/f/n, it's okay. We can continue later, Okay?" R/f/n pouts and nods her head, making me fake a gag.

"Okay, Yoongi-Baby. I should probably get going then. I love you." She stands up giving him another kiss. "I love you too, R/f/n." They wave to each other and she exits the cafeteria.

"Fucking finally. I thought that you'd be stuck there forever." My comment makes Yoongi chuckle. "Yeah, she's really touchy. It's okay though. I like her a lot." He looks down with a shy smile on his face.

"Yeah, I know you like her a lot. And I'm so happy that you've finally found someone that makes you happy." He looks up at me and I smile at him. "What do you mean? You make me happy? You're my friend." The legendary words that make any fool break.

Being friends with him is great and all but I think I would prefer to be more. "You know what I mean, Yoongi. We're friends, not lovers. She makes you happy in a romantic way." I stick my spoon in the pudding of my school lunch and stir it around before deciding that there is no way in Hell am I going to eat it.

"Thank god you're not about to eat that. I probably would've thrown up if you did." Yoongi says chuckling before drinking the chocolate milk in a cardboard box. "It's chunky." He continues after setting the milk down.

I look at the pudding and pull a face of disgust. "Yeah, it's very chunky." I throw the spoon on the tray and look over at the clock on the wall. "We have 10 minutes to get to class... Do you wanna start heading there now?" Yoongi nods and we both stand up and throw our shit away.

As we exit the Cafeteria, this stupid fucking bitch, R/m/n, throws a basketball at me. I hate guys. "Yo Yoongi! You gonna play later? Also sorry..." He stops for a moment and looks at me. "You." He then looks back at Yoongi.

"Nah, I promised Y/n that I'd help them with their homework." R/m/n nods and walks away. I completely forgot that I had asked him to help me.

"Thank fucking god it's Friday. I literally don't wanna have to deal with these fuckers for much longer." Yoongi says wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

~ After School~

"Do you really need help? It seems as if you just wanted to hang out?" Yoongi drops the notebook onto his bed and looking at me. Obviously, I lied. I look away in shame, and he chuckles. "If you wanted to hang out, you could've just asked. We're friends after all."

"But it seems as if we've been so distant." He lets out a long sigh and he rubs his eyes.

"Is this about R/f/n?" Yoongi raises his voice a little bit, making me jump.

"No, it isn't about R/f/n. I mean it kind of is bu-" Yoongi lets out a long irritated sigh.

"Why do you hate her so much? What the fuck did she do to you?" He yells at me.

"I never said I hated her!" Even though I do despise her, I would never admit that, especially to Yoongi. "What the fuck is your problem? Why are you getting so mad at me?" Suddenly, I'm angry. All I wanted was to hang out with Yoongi outside of school after what seems like the first time in months, and he's getting angry with me for no reason? Oh hell no.

"Recently all you've been doing is complaining about the fact that we're never with each other, but you're forgetting that we literally go to the same school and that we have most of the same classes! It's so fucking annoying!" I'm furious now. I stand up and start packing up my stuff with tears in my eyes.

I'm not crying because I'm sad, I'm crying because I'm angry. I run out of his room and get my shoes on at his door. "Y/n... I didn't mean to-" He calmly states as he stands at the top of the stairs.

"No. Fuck you Min Yoongi." I finally walk out of his house wanting nothing more than to lay in my bed. I want nothing more than to be at home, in my own room, with my headphones in, curled up under my blankets. I stomp down the street speedily, I turn around and see Yoongi standing outside his house.

"Yeah... fuck you Min Yoongi," I mutter looking forward again.

~

Lunchtime... It used to be my favourite subject in school because that's when I got to see Yoongi. It's been about a week since our fight. It was such a silly fight as well. I also haven't felt like eating out in public, so I haven't been buying any lunch.

Yoongi seems happy. He's been with the basketball players, their girlfriends, and R/f/n. He's acting as if nothing happened, as if he didn't freak out at me. I only have two other friends other than him, and one of them, Tara, doesn't have the same lunch as me.

"Hello~ Earth to Y/n!" Tommy says, waving his hand in front of my face. Tommy and Tara are twins, and they both happen to my two other friends. Convenient, I know. "You've been staring at Yoongi for the past ten minutes." Tommy continues before taking a big bite of his sandwich.

A sandwich that includes turkey, bologna, provolone cheese, mayo, and tofurkey. For some reason, he likes the smokey flavour of the fake meat mixed with the real meat. "Yeah, I'm aware I've been staring at him." I roll my eyes, playfully making Tommy laugh.

Tommy. Twin brother of Tara. Both are seventeen and from America. He has messy brown hair and greenish-brown eyes that look green in the right lighting, and in another lighting, looks brown. Cheap warm-tones cafeteria lighting makes his eyes the in-between colour of hazel. He has pale skin with natural red cheeks, along with freckles across his nose. He's not unattractive but he's definitely not on most people's level of beauty.

"How are you after the fight?" He says nonchalantly, peeling the crust off of part of the sandwich he's about to bite into.

"I wouldn't necessarily call it a fight. More of a 'he flipped and I didn't wanna deal with it' situation." I pick at my nails anxiously. I don't wanna talk about this. Tara knows that, but I guess she didn't tell Tommy.

"Yeah... Right." He says squinting his eyes at me to show he doesn't fully believe me. "Anyway, you wanna hang out after school? My biological dad sent a new video game if you wanna try it with me." I look at him with wide eyes, making him chuckle a little.

"Fuck yeah! What time?" He stops and thinks for a moment.

"Four-Thirty? I have theatre club after school."

I also have stuff after school to do. Not like a club, I mean I guess you can call it that, but I just go and chill out in the Library, reading a book with a group of other students. It's not a club where you have to sign up to be in, but more of a free-range. It's fun and relaxing, especially since I don't have to talk to anyone there unless the leader really wants us to, which she's an introvert and doesn't want to.

~

Alas, the school day is over. It's two-fifteen, the bell has rung indicating that we can now leave, but I head over to the library. Oh, I'm the first one here. I take a deep breath as I sit in the comfortable cushioned rocking chair in the corner of the Library. This area is very isolated, which is why we sit over here. It's quiet and away from other students who are wanting to come in here and study or something.

Though it's isolated, in the seat I am in, I have the perfect view of the door, which is open from Seven-thirty to two-fifteen, and then after, the Librarian, Mr Kim, who isn't too much older than us, closes the door but it remains unlocked.

It's now two-thirty, most of the kids that usually show up are here reading their books, there are a few new students who just wanted an escape, and-

"Ayo Yoongi pass the ball!" I look over at the door and see a dude, I recognize as R/m/n catching the brownish-red ball from a shorter boy with dark hair, I can obviously notice is Yoongi, especially since R/m/n called his name. I whine slightly as I slump into my chair. I hear the girls who are misogynistic for their boyfriend's validation giggle as they watch the guys.

Please God... don't let them see me.

Luckily they didn't, and I continue reading until I finish the book. Then I packed up my stuff and decided that it was better off that I leave early.

POV- Yoongi's First Person

"Hey, Yoongi~" R/f/b comes strutting over with her friends with a notebook in her hand. That looks like Y/n's notebook... she never let anyone touch it.

"I found Y/n's diary." She smiles mischievously.

"Let's read it!" R/m/n says, and the others agree. "But Yoongi should be the one to read it." R/f/n rolls her eyes before handing it to me.

I don't really wanna have to do this...

"Dear Diary, I will be writing all of my important accomplishments or just important things in general here. So starting with today, we have a new kid. He's really cute, I'm afraid to talk to him though."

"Boring! Skip forward!" One of R/f/n friends say. I nod and skip a few pages. October tenth two-thousand thirteen... that's when Y/n and I met.

"Today is October 10, 2013. Oh, dear Diary, I met a boy. He made my dull heart light up with joy. He's shy and kind of mean, but I think I can become his friend. I'm gonna keep trying."  Oh god... I continue reading every few pages until the most recent...

"Dear Diary... we fell apart. He yelled at me and called me annoying. I had lied to him, saying I needed help with homework, when in reality, I just wanted to be with him. I wanted to be with him outside of school, with no interruptions from his basketball friends who always push me around when he's not there, with no interruptions from his snobby girlfriend to told me to go kill myself and to stay away from him. Just him and I. But when he noticed that I didn't actually need help, he flipped. I don't know what I did wrong... maybe it was because I kept it a secret that his friends are so shitty. At least I still have Tommy and Tara. They're the only ones I need. Oh, who am I kidding? I miss him so much. I love him." My heart stops as I continue reading. I look up at the people around me who just stare at me awkwardly and apologetically.

"Did you guys really do that to them?" I take them not answering as a yes. I look down at my watch to see it only just hit four o'clock. I have to go see y/n...

I put their diary in my bag and swing it over my shoulder before running out of the library. Everything seems to have turned in slow motion. My heart is pounding My friends are yelling after me, but all I want is to see y/n. I want to see their beautiful smile again. They like me... They like me. I was so blind to notice, but now I think about it, it was so obvious. I smile while running as I think about all the moments I have had with Y/n.

I finally arrived at Y/n's house, I'm out of breath and my legs sting. I walk up to the front door...

POV- Y/n's First Person

It's currently Four twenty-five, so I should probably start heading out to Tommy and Tara's house. Just as I open the door, I am greeted by someone I really don't wanna see. Yoongi.

"Y/n..." He lets out a long sigh and a small smile. "I'm so sorry. I fucked up. I don't even know why I freaked out as I did." I just stand there. I don't know what to say to him. I miss him... I miss being with him. I open my mouth to say something, but my mouth is dry and I can't say anything. Yoongi steps closer. My heart pounds out of my chest. His hand makes contact with my hip hand and...

The world around us has stopped. Nothing else is important. Min Yoongi is standing in my doorway kissing me. His single hand on my waist, slides around to my back, pulling me closer. We can't...

I push him away. "Yoongi..." I whisper. I didn't mean for it to come out so quietly, but with how nervous I am I can't help it. I want to kiss him. I've always wanted to... but now that it's actually happening-

"Y/n... I love you. I love you so much. I'm so sorry... please I need you back in my life... I never realized your feelings for me until just recently, and because I finally realized, that made me rethink everything. I never truly liked R/f/n... I never felt the way I do when I'm with you. You make me happy." He pants, pulling me toward my living room couch. I comply and sit next to him.

"Yoongi... I really like you. I always have. But you never liked me, why has that suddenly changed?" I want to cry. I feel so overwhelmed by everything. He shrugs before placing his hand on my cheek.

"Can I kiss you again... please?" I don't even care anymore. I nod and he pulls me towards him. His soft upturned lips make contact with mine. I move his silky hands from my cheek to my waist, and I hold onto his face. Yoongi's tongue tries to enter my mouth, but I allow it. I suck on his tongue as his lips are still pressed to mine.

Knock Knock Knock Knock

We pull away quickly. He laughs at the string of spit connecting us before I stand up and go over to the door.

"Hey, Tommy."

"It's five o'clock... is everything okay?" I look at my phone and my eyes widen. Has it really been thirty minutes since Yoongi got here?

"Yeah everything's fine, I'll be over in a minute though, okay? I might need to even wait until my mom gets home so she can drive me over since it's getting dark." Tommy nods and smiles. He waves and walks away, so I quickly shut the door and walk back over to Yoongi. "My room, now," I say softly and we both run up the stairs and into my room.

It's been a while since he's been in my room. I never told her, but my mom knew I liked Yoongi and as much as she trusted him, she felt afraid that he would do something.

Yoongi tackles me onto my bed after locking my door. His hands are on either side of my head. He dips down and starts leaving small kisses up my neck to my mouth, once he reaches my mouth he just barely touches it. "Yoongi... please..." I whine and he chuckles. I tangle my fingers in his hair.

Oh god, his beautiful dark hair. People wouldn't consider his hair curly, but it has some natural texture to it. So silky and soft. So healthy... every damn thing about Yoongi is perfect. His soft lips trail from my mouth to the soft dimple on my cheek, down my neck. He lingers at my neck for a little while, allowing me to feel how perfect even his lips are. So good at kissing, I guess that watching him and R/f/n make out had to lead me to think otherwise... R/f/n.

"Wait... Yoongi." He pulls away with a hum and looks at me. His dark lust-filled eyes have now turned into precious puppy dog eyes. They're glossed over and widened, as his lips are in a pout. "What about R/f/n?" He chuckles, making me embarrassed for asking.

"I'm done with her. Don't think about her, or Tommy, or R/m/n, or Tara, or Mr. Kim, or Ms. Jung. Think about us." I nod and he leans down to kiss me again, but before he can, someone knocks on my door.

"Y/n, I'm home." My mom says on the other side of the door.

"Okay, hi mom!" I call out, Yoongi flops softly onto the space next to me and wraps his arms around me.

~

"Tommy give me my phone!" I yell as Tommy and I run around my living room. Yoongi and Tara laugh at us, and I finally grabbed my phone from him and stuff it in my pants.

"Do you really think that'll stop me?" He says reaching towards me, but stops when Yoongi lets out a cough. "Sorry, Yoongi. Didn't mean that in a creepy way." He awkwardly apologizes and we sit down on the couch. I drape the blanket over Yoongi and I, as Tommy and Tara fight over who gets to hold the popcorn.

"I thought this was gonna be a calm movie night," Yoongi whispers in my ear with a smile. I let out a soft laugh and look over at the two twins.

"At least Tara isn't threatening to shove her fist up his ass again." Just as I say that, Tara then yells she was gonna shove her fist up Tommy's ass.

"I don't want anything else than to be here with you guys," Yoongi whispers again, placing a kiss on my nose. "I love you."

"I love you more."

accidental meetings | myg

summary. navigating through awkward apologies and shared meals with your cute neighbour may promise more than just an unlikely friendship.

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pairing: yoongi x f!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: alcohol consumption

a/n: (this note has been edited) this was supposed to be oneshot and it ended up being apart of a mini-series…idk how we got here, but here we are :> hope you guys enjoy reading!!

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Your knuckles rapped against the door rhythmically for the second time.

Your eyes were unfocused and blurry and you could barely stand properly, having to hold onto the wall to prevent yourself from stumbling.

Everyone knew that going out to drink on an empty stomach was a bad idea. The lack of food had let the alcohol take its effect on you much sooner than you had anticipated, and your stomach lowly grumbled at the lack of food.

But when Maya—your roommate—had eagerly dragged you out of your dorm as soon as you returned from dropping all of your study materials back at the library, you didn't have the heart to say no.

A part of you also wanted to celebrate the end of your exams differently. Usually, the end of exam season meant catching up on all the shows you sacrificed watching to study. But going out for drinking also seemed fun.

You regretted your decision the moment Maya abruptly left the club with a random tatted-up guy, leaving you alone amidst the sea of drunk strangers and sweaty bodies. You too, left soon after, not wanting to deal with any creeps that could sour your happy mood.

How you managed to get home in one piece, you weren't sure. You were sure, however, that you had paid the taxi driver double the amount that was due. The overwhelming need to fall into the comforts of your bed seemed to have dulled your thinking, which is why your only annoyance grew with every second that you spent outside your dorm, waiting for Ari—your other roommate—to let you inside.

"Yah, Ari! Let me in you freak!"

You brought your hand up to knock again when the door swung open.

"Fuck's sake, Ari, thought you—hic—thought you were gonna lock me out forev-."

Your slurred words are cut short when your gaze is lifted from the ground to the man who stood in front of you.

His hand rubbed at his eye while his other roughly ran through his hair in an attempt to tame the dark, tousled locks. He stared at you with furrowed brows.

You tilted your head to the side and squinted your eyes.

"Did you shape-shift or something? What's up with yo—hic—your hair?"

You stepped closer to the stranger and reached out your hand when it dawned on you, hands freezing a few centimetres in front of his hair.

"Shit. You're not Ari, are you?"

The stranger shook his head.

"No, sorry. I think you got the wrong apartment."

His voice was deep and hoarse, still laced with sleep. You felt a pang of guilt in your stomach for waking him up in the middle of the night.

"But the door says seventeen though?"

You blinked blankly at him and another small hiccup escaped you as he looked up at the door. You followed his gaze to the bronze numbering which read seven and not seventeen.

"Shit, 'm so sorry for waking you up, I swear that it said seventeen, I'm really sorry."

Your hands came together in front of you as more apologies tumbled last your lips. Honestly, you barely knew what you were saying, but you felt your embarrassment taint your cheeks with a familiar warmth.

"It's fine, don't worry."

The man's words were awkward and you mumbled a final apology before you moved away. Your apartment was only ten doors down, but the carpeted hallway seemed to stretch out for an eternity. You couldn't deny the eerie feeling that clung to the cold lights and caused small goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

Fuck, you had seriously lost it.

You took a few steps with your hands dragging across the pale walls.

"Actually, do you want me to bring you down to your door?"

You look back to see the boy who had already closed his door behind him as he made his way to you. His skin was pale and it almost seemed to glow now that he had emerged from the shadows of his apartment.

Or maybe he was your guardian angel, and a ring of light was going to appear above his head. You were seriously considering the possibility. Why else would a random stranger be so kind to you?

"You really don't—hic—have, I've already disturbed you enough."

"I don't want to worry about you passing out in the hallway. I'm not sleepy anymore anyway, so it's fine."

You gave him an apologetic, timid smile.

"Thank you, uh-."

"Yoongi."

"Yoongi," you repeated. The words bounced off your tongue with ease.

You moved closer to him and ended up clinging to his arm instead of the walls. He lightly froze at your sudden touch but you don't notice.

Your steps are weak but you managed to get to your apartment with the help of his body that guided you.

Yoongi knocked on the door for you and Ari opened it within a few seconds.

"Ariiii!"

You tumbled into her hands and wrapped your arms around her in an uncomfortable embrace.

"Oh my God, ___?" Ari's eyes moved from you to the brunette who stood outside.

"Thank you so much! I'm very sorry if they said something," Ari said, offering the man an apologetic smile.

"No worries, it's fine." His hands rubbed against the back of his neck softly. "Have a good night."

"You too."

She closed the door sharply and Yoongi heard her voice scolding you as you simply giggled. He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked back to his apartment, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

He knew that he had seen you before—you were too memorable for him to forget. But to his frustration, he couldn’t exactly place when and where.

A small sigh left his lips as he knocked on his door. Leaving his keys inside wasn't ideal and he hoped that Jungkook would wake up to his knocks and let him in. However, he couldn't bring himself to regret walking you down the hallway or blame you for possibly being stuck outside for the rest of the night.

Instead, he found himself wishing to meet you again.

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The elevator doors opened smoothly and you stepped outside, heaving a heavy bag of groceries in your arms. You supported the bottom of the thin plastic, begging the universe to not curse you and cause the plastic to rip a few doors away from your apartment. 

It had happened before and you still remembered the awkwardness in the air as you scrambled to grab a pack of pads as a group of boys walked past.

You scrunched up your nose and squeezed your eyes as the memory brought waves of embarrassment to course through you. You shook off the feeling as you began to walk along the empty hallway.

Except, it wasn’t exactly empty. Your eyes fell on a boy who sat crouched on the floor with his back against the wall. His dark hair fell in loose waves over his forehead and you noticed a silver earring that lightly glistened on one of his ears. You were sure that if it weren’t for the plaid, red shirt he wore, you would have missed his presence completely.

You unknowingly tilted your head to the side. His features were oddly familiar, from the curve of his nose to the shape of his narrow eyes and his plump bottom lip. 

He was pretty, you wouldn’t deny that. Even with the defeated look on his face.

As you got closer to his figure, realisation dawned on you. This was the guy who helped you to your apartment less than a few days ago.

You felt your cheeks turn warm.

You would’ve speed-walked to your apartment to avoid another possibly embarrassing encounter if it weren’t for the fact that his eyes had already met yours.

His eyebrows rose slightly in recognition and he immediately pushed himself to his feet and cleared his throat awkwardly.

You lick your lips before giving him a small smile. It was already too late to try and pretend you hadn’t seen him, so you went with the only option you had left; to walk over to him.

“Hi,” you said, keeping a smile on your face.

“Uh- hi.”

You had never wished for the ground to swallow you up more than you did at that moment. You were usually good with making awkward atmospheres comfortable, and you had no idea why your brain seemed to be malfunctioning.

“Yoongi, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think I ever got a chance to apologise to you properly for waking you up that night. I genuinely am sorry, I usually know my limits with alcohol and I don’t know what happened that day,” you said with a dry chuckle. 

Yoongi’s eyes crinkle into a soft smile and you swore that you felt your heart skip a beat. 

“And thank you so so much for bringing me to my apartment, I swear I would’ve ended up sleeping in the middle of the hallway if it weren’t for you!”

“It was nothing, don’t worry.” Yoongi waved his arm in the air as if he were swatting away your words. “I’m glad that I was able to prevent you from sleeping in the hallway.”

You both laughed and you noticed the way his smile stretched out to reveal his gums.

“Oh, I don’t think I got a chance to introduce myself. I’m ___.”

You shifted your groceries to one arm as you outstretched your other. Yoongi took it, his grip soft as he shook your hand. The touch lingered for a few seconds longer than it should have and even as you pulled back, you felt the ghost of his skin on yours.

“So, uh- what are you doing sitting outside your apartment?”

“Ah, that-.” He brought his hand to rest against the back of his neck sheepishly. “-I kinda got locked out. I don’t bother taking the keys since my roommates are usually home, but they’re out today and none of them are picking up their phone.”

As he spoke, his eyes glanced down at his phone. You noticed the array of cracks that spread across the black screen, mimicking the intricate pattern of a cobweb.

“Oh, I think know how you can get in.”

You had learned the hack from an action book you had read a few years ago. As you placed down your bag of groceries against the wall and fished out your wallet, you hoped that the hack wasn’t something that only worked in movies and books.

You looked through your cards and picked out the first unimportant-looking one you found, which happened to be a voucher for the new restaurant that had opened a few blocks down from your apartment complex.

You stepped forward and slid the card into the crack of the door where the handle was as Yoongi watched in curiosity.

You pressed down the card. It took more strength than you anticipated, as the lock didn’t move an inch. You tried again and you felt Yoongi take a step closer to you.

You begged the universe to be on your side. The last thing you wanted was to embarrass yourself in front of the only cute guy who had made an effort to talk to you.

“It’s fine, I can just wai-.”

The card slid down and a small click was heard as it pushed the lock back into the door.

“I can’t believe that worked,” you said, disbelief laced in your voice. However, the joy from your success was short-lived as the door opened up and your plastic card fell to the floor in small pieces.

“Oh my god, thank you so much, seriously.”

The excitement in Yoongi’s voice died down as soon as you turned back to look up at him with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“No problem.”

“I’m sorry about the card,” he said and it was your turn to swat away his apologies.

“Ah, it doesn’t matter. I owed you anyway. I guess we’re even now.”

Yoongi nodded and stepped inside. He picked up the pieces of plastic from the ground and handed it to you, noticing the broken lettering which he worked out to spell the name of the new restaurant that had opened up nearby.

You picked up your bag of groceries from the floor.

“Again, thank you. See you around,” he said with a small wave of his hand.

“Bye!” You mimicked the wave.

Yoongi couldn’t ignore the pang of guilt that twisted in his stomach as he watched you walk away. The restaurant wasn’t exactly fancy, but it was expensive enough for a college student. He softly shut the door and brought his bottom lip between his teeth in thought.

Maybe he could make it up to you.

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Yoongi was the last person you expected to be greeted by outside your door on a Tuesday evening. But there he stood, sporting a plain, white t-shirt under a denim jacket.

“Oh, hi! Was not expecting you,” you said. You didn’t realise how unwelcoming the words sounded until they tumbled from your lips, but Yoongi didn’t seem to catch on.

“Yeah, uh- Look, I couldn’t help but feel guilty that you broke your voucher tryna help me so I got you this as an apology.”

He held out a brown, paper bag in front of him and you realise that the lettering printed on it read the name of the restaurant. You caught a glimpse of the plastic packaging of takeaway which confirmed your suspicions.

“Yoongi, I couldn’t possibly take this. I helped you out because you helped me out, and the voucher wasn’t even that big of a deal, genuinely!”

You reached out your hand to push the bag towards him again, but his grip persisted.

“Please?”

The word fell from his lips softly, almost a whisper, and you felt your heart skip a few beats. His eyes fell on yours for a split second before he broke his gaze. You didn’t have it in you to reject his kind gesture, but at the same time, you felt guilty if you did accept it.

“What about we share it? That makes it fair, right?”

“I- I don’t know-.”

“Please?” You’re voice mimicked his tone from when he had spoked the exact same word. “I’ll feel too guilty if I just take it. My roommates are both out for the night, so we can eat it together if you want.”

Yoongi hesitated, but the idea of spending time with you felt nice.

“Okay.”

Your lips curled into a bright smile as you invited him inside. Yoongi waited for you to close and lock the door, and followed you as you led him to your kitchen. He placed the paper bag onto the smooth, marble countertop as you pulled out two plates from the white cabinets that stretched up to the ceiling.

You began to take out all the containers and spread them out over the counter.

“There’s so much bro, I would not have been able to finish this,” you said with a smile that Yoongi returned.

“I mean, you could’ve shared it with your roommates.”

“Mhm, I guess. I rather share it with you though.”

The tips of Yoongi’s ears turned pink as he let out a timid chuckle. Honestly, you didn’t know what gave you the confidence, but you enjoyed the reactions you garnered from the brunet boy.

He helped you as both of you filled your plates with food. The aroma that easily spread across the kitchen made your mouths water, and you dug in as soon as you brought over chopsticks and spoons for the two of you.

“Damnn, this is good,” you said with a moan of satisfaction. You brought your hand up to cover your mouth as you spoke and Yoongi hummed in agreement. His own eyes fluttered shut as he savoured the taste.

“So, what do you do?” You asked before putting another spoonful of food into your mouth.

“I’m in a band. That’s why I moved here, actually. The other members thought we’d be more productive if we all lived together but I’m starting to doubt that."

You chuckle. “A band? Damn, that’s so cool."

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders. “I mean it is and I love all the members and all but...it can get tiring sometimes, y’know.”

Even though you couldn’t exactly relate to him, you nodded understandingly with a hum.

“You should play me one of your songs!”

“Uh- no.”

You shot him a scowl at his immediate rejection of the idea.

“Whyy? I won’t judge, I swear.”

Yoongi closed his eyes with a playfully pained expression on his face as you practically begged him for a chance to listen to one of his songs.

“I’ll show it to you eventually. Maybe.”

“Yah! No maybes, you’re definitely showing it to me next time!”

Next time. Yoongi couldn’t wait for the next time he could see you again.

A smooth conversation ensued after you both had taken a few more bites of the food. You felt oddly comfortable in front of him. You didn’t feel the need to cover your mouth when you laughed or hold back on your words, didn’t feel the need to hide away any part of yourself.

You felt like you could be yourself, and the feeling was strange. It caused a tug of warmth in your heart.

Soon enough, both of you had scoffed most of the food. You began to store the rest of the takeaway in sealed bowls and Yoongi moved to the dishes in the sink.

“Ah, you can just leave them, I’ll do them later,” you said, but Yoongi washed them anyway. A part of you was grateful that he did, as washing the dishes was one of your least favourite chores.

You took the plates he had rinsed and placed them into the dishwasher. Silence filled the air, only broken by the quiet ticking of the clock that hung on your wall, but the atmosphere was far from tense or awkward. Neither of you felt the need to try to start a random conversation and simply focused on the tasks at hand.

“Thanks so much, for the food and the cleaning up. I really do appreciate it!” You said as you wiped your hands dry on a small cloth.

“It’s no problem, really.”

You opened the door for him as he slipped into his shoes.

“We need to actually go to the restaurant someday, get the full experience y’know?”

Yoongi smiled with a nod.

“We can arrange a day over the phone if you want?”

“I’d love that!”

Yoongi fished out his phone from the back pocket of his darkly coloured jeans in an instant and typed in your number as you called it out to him.

“See you soon, ___.”

“Byee.”

You gave a quick wave of your hand which he returned before he began walking back down to his apartment. You couldn’t hide the content smile on your face as closed the door, eagerly grabbing your phone from the counter.

Yoongi sent you a text less than a minute later, and you added his number to your contacts.

You too couldn’t wait for the next time.

Accidental Meetings

Navigating through awkward apologies and shared meals with your cute neighbour may promise more than just an unlikely friendship.

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pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: strangers to friends to lovers (??), ig this could count as fluff

word count: 3.2k

summary: you knock on the wrong door after being drunk / yoongi helps you to your apartment / you help yoongi from being stuck outside a few days later / yoongi apologises for the trouble by getting you food

warnings: alcohol consumption

notes: i originally planned to write how yoongi and the reader met when my writing improved but i ran out of ideas on what to write and didn't want to keep you guys waiting for too long. this is another piece apart of my drabble collection. i hope you enjoy :)

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Your knuckles rapped against the door rhythmically for the second time.

Your eyes were unfocused and blurry and you could barely stand properly, having to hold onto the wall to prevent yourself from stumbling.

Everyone knew that going out to drink on an empty stomach was a bad idea. The lack of food had let the alcohol take its effect on you much sooner than you had anticipated, and your stomach lowly grumbled at the lack of food.

But when Maya—your roommate—had eagerly dragged you out of your dorm as soon as you returned from dropping all of your study materials back at the library, you didn't have the heart to say no.

A part of you also wanted to celebrate the end of your exams differently. Usually, the end of exam season meant catching up on all the shows you sacrificed watching to study. But going out for drinking also seemed fun.

You had regretted your decision the moment Maya had abruptly left the club with a random tatted-up guy, leaving you alone amidst the sea of drunk strangers and sweaty bodies. You had left soon after, not wanting to deal with any creeps that could sour your happy mood.

How you managed to get home in one piece, you weren't sure. You were sure, however, that you had paid the taxi driver double the amount that was due. The overwhelming need to fall into the comforts of your bed seemed to have dulled your thinking, which is why your only annoyance grew with every second that you spent outside your dorm, waiting for Ari—your other roommate—to let you inside.

"Yah, Ari! Let me in you freak!"

You brought your hand up to knock again when the door swung open.

"Fuck's sake, Ari, thought you—hic—thought you were gonna lock me out forev-."

Your slurred words are cut short when your gaze is lifted from the ground to the man who stood in front of you.

His hand rubbed at his eye while his other roughly ran through his hair in an attempt to tame the dark, tousled locks. He stared at you with furrowed brows.

You tilted your head to the side and squinted your eyes.

"Did you shape-shift or something? What's up with yo—hic—your hair?"

You stepped closer to the stranger and reached out your hand when it dawned on you, hands freezing a few centimetres in front of his hair.

"Shit. You're not Ari, are you?"

The stranger shook his head.

"No, sorry. I think you got the wrong apartment."

His voice was deep and hoarse, still laced with sleep. You felt a pang of guilt in your stomach for waking him up in the middle of the night.

"But the door says seventeen though?"

You blinked blankly at him and another small hiccup escaped you as he looked up at the door. You followed his gaze to the bronze numbering which read seven and not seventeen.

"Shit, 'm so sorry for waking you up, I swear that it said seventeen, I'm really sorry."

Your hands came together in front of you as more apologies tumbled last your lips. Honestly, you barely knew what you were saying, but you felt your embarrassment taint your cheeks with a familiar warmth.

"It's fine, don't worry."

The man's words are awkward and you mumbled a final apology before you moved away. Your apartment was only ten doors down, but the carpeted hallway seemed to stretch out for an eternity. You couldn't deny the eerie feeling that clung to the cold lights and caused small goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

Fuck, you had seriously lost it.

You took a few steps with your hands dragging across the pale walls.

"Actually, do you want me to bring you down to your door?"

You look back to see the boy who had already closed his door behind him as he made his way to you. His skin was pale and it almost seemed to glow now that he had emerged from the shadows of his apartment.

Or maybe he was your guardian angel, and a ring of light was going to appear above his head. You were seriously considering the possibility. Why else would a random stranger be so kind to you?

"You really don't—hic—have, I've already disturbed you enough."

"I don't want to worry about you passing out in the hallway. I'm not sleepy anymore anyway, so it's fine."

You gave him an apologetic, timid smile.

"Thank you, uh-."

"Yoongi."

"Yoongi," you repeat. The words bounced off your tongue with ease.

You moved closer to him and ended up clinging to his arm instead of the walls. He lightly froze at your sudden touch but you don't notice.

Your steps are weak but you managed to get to your apartment with the help of his body that guided you.

Yoongi knocked on the door for you and Ari opened it within a few seconds.

"Ariiii!"

You tumbled into her hands and wrapped your arms around her in an uncomfortable embrace.

"Oh my God, ___?" Ari's eyes moved from you to the brunette who stood outside.

"Thank you so much! I'm very sorry if they said something," Ari said, offering the man an apologetic smile.

"No worries, it's fine." His hands rubbed against the back of his neck softly. "Have a good night."

"You too."

She closed the door sharply and Yoongi heard her voice scolding you as you simply giggled. He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked back to his apartment, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

He knew that he had seen you before—you were too memorable for him to forget. But to his frustration, he couldn’t exactly place when and where.

A small sigh left his lips as he knocked on his door. Leaving his keys inside wasn't ideal and he hoped that Jungkook would wake up to his knocks and let him in. However, he couldn't bring himself to regret walking you down the hallway or blame you for possibly being stuck outside for the rest of the night.

Instead, he found himself wishing to meet you again.

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The elevator doors opened smoothly and you stepped outside, heaving a heavy bag of groceries in your arms. You supported the bottom of the thin plastic, begging the universe to not curse you and cause the plastic to rip a few doors away from your apartment. 

It had happened before and you still remembered the awkwardness in the air as you scrambled to grab a pack of pads as a group of boys had walked past.

You scrunched up your nose and squeezed your eyes as the memory brought waves of embarrassment to course through you. You shook off the feeling as you began to walk along the empty hallway.

Except, it wasn’t exactly empty. Your eyes fell on a boy who sat crouched on the floor with his back against the wall. His dark hair fell in loose waves over his forehead and you noticed a silver earring that lightly glistened on one of his ears. You were sure that if it weren’t for the plaid, red shirt he wore, you would have missed his presence completely.

You unknowingly tilted your head to the side. His features were oddly familiar, from the curve of his nose to the shape of his narrow eyes and his plump bottom lip. 

He was pretty, you wouldn’t deny that. Even with the defeated look on his face.

As you got closer to his figure, realisation dawned on you. This was the guy who helped you to your apartment less than a few days ago.

You felt your cheeks turn warm.

You would’ve speed-walked to your apartment to avoid another possibly embarrassing encounter if it weren’t for the fact that his eyes had already met yours.

His eyebrows rose slightly in recognition and he immediately pushed himself to his feet and cleared his throat awkwardly.

You lick your lips before giving him a small smile. It was already too late to try and pretend you hadn’t seen him, so you went with the only option you had left; to walk over to him.

“Hi,” you said, keeping a smile on your face.

“Uh- hi.”

You had never wished for the ground to swallow you up more than you did at that moment. You were usually good with making awkward atmospheres comfortable, and you had no idea why your brain seemed to be malfunctioning.

“Yoongi, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think I ever got a chance to apologise to you properly for waking you up that night. I genuinely am sorry, I usually know my limits with alcohol and I don’t know what happened that day,” you said with a dry chuckle. 

Yoongi’s eyes crinkle into a soft smile and you swore that you felt your heart skip a beat. 

“And thank you so so much for bringing me to my apartment, I swear I would’ve ended up sleeping in the middle of the hallway if it weren’t for you!”

“It was nothing, don’t worry.” Yoongi waved his arm in the air as if he were swatting away your words. “I’m glad that I was able to prevent you from sleeping in the hallway.”

You both laughed and you noticed the way his smile stretched out to reveal his gums.

“Oh, I don’t think I got a chance to introduce myself. I’m ___.”

You shifted your groceries to one arm as you outstretched your other. Yoongi took it, his grip soft as he shook your hand. The touch lingered for a few seconds longer than it should have and even as you pulled back, you felt the ghost of his skin on yours.

“So, uh- what are you doing sitting outside your apartment?”

“Ah, that-.” He brought his hand to rest against the back of his neck sheepishly. “-I kinda got locked out. I don’t bother taking the keys since my roommates are usually home, but they’re out today and none of them are picking up their phone.”

As he spoke, his eyes glanced down at his phone. You noticed the array of cracks that spread across the black screen, mimicking the intricate pattern of a cobweb.

“Oh, I think know how you can get in.”

You had learned the hack from an action book you had read a few years ago. As you placed down your bag of groceries against the wall and fished out your wallet, you hoped that the hack wasn’t something that only worked in movies and books.

You looked through your cards and picked out the first unimportant-looking one you found, which happened to be a voucher for the new restaurant that had opened a few blocks down from your apartment complex.

You stepped forward and slid the card into the crack of the door where the handle was as Yoongi watched in curiosity.

You pressed down the card. It took more strength than you anticipated, as the lock didn’t move an inch. You tried again and you felt Yoongi take a step closer to you.

You begged the universe to be on your side. The last thing you wanted was to embarrass yourself in front of the only cute guy who had made an effort to talk to you.

“It’s fine, I can just wai-.”

The card slid down and a small click was heard as it pushed the lock back into the door.

“I can’t believe that worked,” you said, disbelief laced in your voice. However, the joy from your success was short-lived as the door opened up and your plastic card fell to the floor in small pieces.

“Oh my god, thank you so much, seriously!”

The excitement in Yoongi’s voice died down as soon as you turned back to look up at him with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“No problem.”

“I’m sorry about the card,” he said and it was your turn to swat away his apologies.

“Ah, it doesn’t matter. I owed you anyway. I guess we’re even now.”

Yoongi nodded and stepped inside. He picked up the pieces of plastic from the ground and handed it to you, noticing the broken lettering which he worked out to spell the name of the new restaurant that had opened up nearby.

You picked up your bag of groceries from the floor.

“Again, thank you. See you around,” he said with a small wave of his hand.

“Bye!” You mimicked the wave.

Yoongi couldn’t ignore the pang of guilt that twisted in his stomach as he watched you walk away. The restaurant wasn’t exactly fancy, but it was expensive enough for a college student. He softly shut the door and brought his bottom lip between his teeth in thought.

Maybe he could make it up to you.

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Yoongi was the last person you expected to be greeted by outside your door on a Tuesday evening. But there he stood, sporting a plain, white t-shirt under a denim jacket.

“Oh, hi! Was not expecting you,” you said. You didn’t realise how unwelcoming the words sounded until they tumbled from your lips, but Yoongi didn’t seem to catch on.

“Yeah, uh- Look, I couldn’t help but feel guilty that you broke your voucher tryna help me so I got you this as an apology.”

He held out a brown, paper bag in front of him and you realise that the lettering printed on it read the name of the restaurant. You caught a glimpse of the plastic packaging of takeaway which confirmed your suspicions.

“Yoongi, I couldn’t possibly take this. I helped you out because you helped me out, and the voucher wasn’t even that big of a deal, genuinely!”

You reached out your hand to push the bag towards him again, but his grip persisted.

“Please?”

The word fell from his lips softly, almost a whisper, and you felt your heart skip a few beats. His eyes fell on yours for a split second before he broke his gaze. You didn’t have it in you to reject his kind gesture, but at the same time, you felt guilty if you did accept it.

“What about we share it? That makes it fair, right?”

“I- I don’t know-.”

“Please?” You’re voice mimicked his tone from when he had spoked the exact same word. “I’ll feel too guilty if I just take it. My roommates are both out for the night, so we can eat it together if you want.”

Yoongi hesitated, but the idea of spending time with you felt nice.

“Okay.”

Your lips curled into a bright smile as you invited him inside. Yoongi waited for you to close and lock the door, and followed you as you led him to your kitchen. He placed the paper bag onto the smooth, marble countertop as you pulled out two plates from the white cabinets that stretched up to the ceiling.

You began to take out all the containers and spread them out over the counter.

“There’s so much bro, I would not have been able to finish this,” you said with a smile that Yoongi returned.

“I mean, you could’ve shared it with your roommates.”

“Mhm, I guess. I rather share it with you though.”

The tips of Yoongi’s ears turned pink as he let out a timid chuckle. Honestly, you didn’t know what gave you the confidence, but you enjoyed the reactions you garnered from the blond boy.

He helped you as both of you filled your plates with food. The aroma that easily spread across the kitchen made your mouths water, and you dug in as soon as you brought over chopsticks and spoons for the two of you.

“Damnn, this is good,” you said with a moan of satisfaction. You brought your hand up to cover your mouth as you spoke and Yoongi hummed in agreement. His own eyes fluttered shut as he savoured the taste.

“So, what do you do?” You asked before putting another spoonful of food into your mouth.

“I’m in a band. That’s why I moved here, actually. The other members thought we’d be more productive if we all lived together but I’m starting to doubt that."

“A band? Damn, that’s so cool."

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders. “I mean it is and I love all the members and all but...it can get tiring sometimes, y’know.”

Even though you couldn’t exactly relate to him, you nodded understandingly with a hum.

“You should play me one of your songs!”

“Uh- no.”

You shot him a scowl at his immediate rejection of the idea.

“Whyy? I won’t judge, I swear.”

Yoongi closed his eyes with a playfully pained expression on his face as you practically begged him for a chance to listen to one of his songs.

“I’ll show it to you eventually. Maybe.”

“Yah! No maybes, you’re definitely showing it to me next time!”

Next time. Yoongi couldn’t wait for the next time he could see you again.

A smooth conversation ensued after you both had taken a few more bites of the food. You felt oddly comfortable in front of him. You didn’t feel the need to cover your mouth when you laughed or hold back on your words, didn’t feel the need to hide away any part of yourself.

You felt like you could be yourself, and the feeling was strange. It caused a tug of warmth in your heart.

Soon enough, both of you had scoffed most of the food. You began to store the rest of the takeaway in sealed bowls and Yoongi moved to the dishes in the sink.

“Ah, you can just leave them, I’ll do them later,” you said, but Yoongi washed them anyway. A part of you was grateful that he did, as washing the dishes was one of your least favourite chores.

You took the plates he had rinsed and placed them into the dishwasher. Silence filled the air, only broken by the quiet ticking of the clock that hung on your wall, but the atmosphere was far from tense or awkward. Neither of you felt the need to try to start a random conversation and simply focused on the tasks at hand.

“Thanks so much, for the food and the cleaning up. I really do appreciate it!” You said as you wiped your hands dry on a small cloth.

“It’s no problem, really.”

You opened the door for him as he slipped into his shoes.

“We need to actually go to the restaurant someday, get the full experience y’know?”

Yoongi smiled with a nod.

“We can arrange a day over the phone if you want?”

“I’d love that!”

Yoongi fished out his phone from the back pocket of his darkly coloured jeans in an instant and typed in your number as you called it out to him.

“See you soon, ___.”

“Byee.”

You gave a quick wave of your hand which he returned before he began walking back down to his apartment. You couldn’t hide the content smile on your face as closed the door, eagerly grabbing your phone from the counter.

Yoongi sent you a text less than a minute later, and you added his number to your contacts.

You too couldn’t wait for the next time.

Snow Day

Pairing: Namjoon x f!reader

Genre: Fluff, 13+

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: Namjoon takes a walk on a snowy day and decides to spend the day getting to know you.

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Namjoon looked outside the window of the empty bookstore, taking in the sight of the small flurries of snow falling to the ground. It was hard not to admire them, each individual snowflake different from the rest. Pretty intriguing actually, if you asked him. It wasn’t snowing that much right now, but there was a huge blizzard the night before. How he got through the streets to get to the bookstore he was sitting in now was beyond him.

Deciding he’d spent enough time sitting at this table, he put a bookmark in between the pages he was reading and stood up to leave, but not before saying goodbye to the workers at the front desk while wishing them safe travels back to their houses.

Stepping out into the snow wasn’t as bad as he’d thought it would be. The sound of the crunching of the snow beneath his feet filled his ears, giving him satisfaction. Although it was cold, it was a perfect day to take a walk, so that’s exactly what he did.

While he took a detour through the park, Namjoon started to look around at his surroundings. The path he walked on had trees towering over it, all of them covered with white snow. This was by far his favorite view. The way the winter stripped the trees completely of their leaves, signaling the end of an era. Soon, the spring would come and give life to those trees once again while new leaves made their homes on their bare branches.

The ground on which he walked was covered in a sheet of snow. Namjoon could tell no one had walked through here today, since his footprints were the only ones he could see. One of his hands reached up to pull his mask off of his face, his nose taking in a deep breath of cold air despite the freezing weather. That’s when he spotted the park benches, which were covered with a thin layer of snow. He made his way over to one of them and took a seat, not worrying about the snow getting the bottom of his coat wet.

Of course he was cold, but he enjoyed this moment of fresh air he was getting. Namjoon’s busy schedule almost never gave him this much time throughout the week, so he wanted to bask in this beautiful and snowy Sunday morning. His eyes closed as he enjoyed the sound of the wind blowing lightly.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” A soft voice pulled him out of his trance. His eyes opened to see someone standing in front of him. You had your arms crossed over a thick winter jacket, your legs wrapped in sweatpants, and to finish the look, black Ugg boots on your feet. Your face was clearly visible to him, and so were your red nose and cheeks.

Namjoon wondered why you didn’t choose to sit on one of the other five benches that were empty, but he nodded anyway and moved over to make space. You sighed and sat down, immediately sticking your hands in your pockets. Silence surrounded you two for a moment. He didn’t mind, the silence was a comforting one.

It was when you spoke up that the silence was finally broken. “What are you doing out here in the cold?”

“I thought I’d enjoy my free time and get some fresh air before I go back to working.” He glanced at you to find that you were already looking up at him. Your already red cheeks turned a slightly darker shade of red once you realized that he was looking back at you.

“What do you work as?” You asked him, seeming genuinely interested in what he did for a living. Usually no one was really interested in Namjoon’s work life, so this really came as a surprise to him. People in this town usually liked to keep to themselves. So you had a conversation about his job as a music producer, his hectic schedule, and the fact that he was finally on his long awaited two month break, starting tomorrow.

“Sounds like a lot of work.” He nodded, a soft smile plastered onto his face. “And it’s good that you love what you do, there’s not many people who follow their dreams like that.”

He looked down at you, a surprised look finding its way onto his face once again. It was something about the way you said it that caught the boy’s attention. You sounded...sad. As if you had a dream, but weren’t able to pursue it.

You were noticeably shivering in this cold weather, and he couldn’t blame you. You’d been sitting out here for about twenty minutes already, and the temperature was definitely in the single digits.

“Do you want to get some coffee?” Namjoon listened as you let out a sigh of relief, nodding eagerly. He guessed that you wanted to get out of this cold just as much as he did. Plus, you were good company. He wouldn’t mind taking some more time off of work.

You both stood up and started down the snowy path until you got to a local coffee shop. The interior was almost empty, only a few customers scattered around the shop. The two of you walked up to the counter and placed your orders. Before you could even think to pull out your wallet, Namjoon took out his credit card and paid for both of your drinks. As much as you protested, he insisted that you didn’t pay for anything.

The two of you sat across from each other at a booth in the corner of the shop, your coffees in hand. Thankfully it was warmer in here, but it was nice to look out at the snowy view outside of the window. Namjoon could see the few people that left their houses walk hurriedly to their cars or nearby stores, desperately trying to get away from the cold. His gaze shifted back to the girl in front of him, who was staring back at him in disbelief.

“It’s so weird to be sitting in this cafe with a complete stranger.” You let out a laugh as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

“I’m Namjoon, what’s your name?”

The red in your cheeks came back, and he knew it wasn’t from the cold this time. “Y/N.”

“There you go, now I’m not a stranger.” The ends of his lips turned up in a playful smirk. It was honestly adorable how you instantly became flustered because of how close his face was to you. Not only that, but you couldn’t help but stare in awe at the dimples that made themselves known on both of his cheeks. Namjoon leaned back in his chair and grabbed a napkin, writing his phone number on it with a random pen he found in his pocket.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

    - I think we’re past strangers at this point (by the way, it’s Namjoon)

He watched as you eyed the numbers written on the thin sheet of paper, a small smile making its way onto your lips. It was just now that he noticed how cute your smile was.

“I meant to ask you this earlier, but what’s your dream?” Namjoon asked you, causing you to freeze for a second. You folded up the napkin and put it in your pocket as you thought about the question he had asked you.

“Don’t make fun of me,” You looked at him warily. After he promised he wouldn’t make fun of you, you continued. “I’ve always wanted to be a photographer.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened. But he could tell you got the wrong idea, since your face was twisting in worry. “You said you wouldn’t make fun of me.”

“No no, I’m not making fun of you. I just think that photography is really cool. I have a camera I like to take pictures on too.”

“I think it’s amazing how, by using a camera, the most beautiful moments in life can be captured and saved forever. The way the world’s beauty is seen from a small lens is something that can’t be copied or plagiarized.” Your eyes sparkled as you went on about photography, and it was the cutest look Namjoon had probably ever seen. He could already feel his lips turning up into a smile as he watched you talk about your passion.

“Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder, isn’t it?”

There weren’t many people who had a mind like yours anymore. The way you saw art for more than just some pictures on a screen, it was something he hadn’t seen in a really long time.

“I wish I could follow my dream like you, but I’m too scared of failure.” Your voice grew softer as you moved your gaze to look at the snow flurries on the other side of the window. Reaching his hand out towards you, Namjoon placed it gently on your forearm, which made you look back at him with glossy eyes.

“If you do fail, that doesn’t matter. What matters is that you pick yourself back up and keep trying. Success can’t exist without failure.” You smiled at his words, mumbling a small ‘thank you’.

“Walk me home?”

The two of you walked back through the snowy streets, the flurries finally having stopped from earlier. Throughout the walk, you talked about random topics that just popped into your heads. He learned little things about you, like that you were a night person, you’re allergic to carrots, and that you once accidentally killed your pet goldfish when you were seven. Before either of you knew it, you were standing in front of your apartment building.

You looked down, biting your lip as if in deep thought. Namjoon opened his mouth to speak, but he was met with your lips on his cheek.

His eyes grew wide.

You smiled while starting to back away towards the doors. “Get home safe, Namjoon. It was nice to meet you.”

That was the last thing you said to him before disappearing into the tall building.

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this, this is my first time posting my stories to Tumblr so bear with me! More stories to come :)

Late Night

Pairing: Taehyung x f!reader

Genre: Fluff, 13+

Word Count: 776

Summary: You can’t sleep, so Taehyung calls to sing to you.

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Tears slipped down your face as the night passed, allowing your thoughts to roam freely in your mind. Every insecurity you’ve ever had, every bad memory, all the guilt you’ve been holding back just spilled out all at once. Lately, you’d been feeling like you weren’t enough for anyone, and that you were a burden to everyone you loved. Even though you were doing so much better than you were in the past, you still had these moments. You couldn’t help it.

You were curled up on your side, clutching the sleeves of the hoodie your boyfriend Taehyung gave you. The moonlight that shone through your window almost taunted you, reminding you that the night wasn’t over. You were still going to be feeling these things for as long as the nighttime allowed.

Any time you were feeling all of these negative emotions, your mind always wandered to the thought of your boyfriend. He was the sunshine in your life, the reason you knew what the feeling of love was. Taehyung was always your rock, and he was always assuring you that you could come to him whenever you needed someone. He was always really supportive of anything you did, always telling you how proud he was of you. Reaching over to your night table, you picked up your phone and texted the person you needed the most right now.

You:

Tae, are you still awake?

Tae <3:

Not really, I was sleeping before

Tae <3:

What’s wrong?

You:

Nothing, I just can’t sleep

Right as you hit send, your phone began buzzing. Why was Taehyung FaceTiming me if he just woke up? You quickly cleared your throat so that he wouldn’t be able to tell you were crying before you picked up the call.

“Hey,” You spoke softly. You could hear Tae’s tired voice on the other side, his face only being illuminated by the light from his phone. It was when he gave you a tired smile that you instantly felt bad for keeping him up.

“Why are you still up?” He spoke softly, the sheets of his bed making a ruffling noise as he got comfortable. You didn’t want him to worry too much, so you decided to lie. Looking over at the time, the clock next to you read ‘2:06 am’.

“I can’t sleep.” Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows in thought, almost as if he was worried. But he knew, he knew why you were awake this late. He could hear the pain in your voice. But the boy knew better than to ask you about it, you would tell him when you were ready. 

“Do you want me to sing for you?” He proposed, the idea sending butterflies to your stomach. You always loved listening to your boyfriend’s voice, it was your favorite sound in the world. Taehyung always sang to you whenever you asked him to, you even accompanied him when he went to the BigHit Entertainment building to record with the rest of Bangtan. It was just something about the depth and soul of his voice that instantly calmed your nerves and made you relax.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind. But aren’t I holding you from sleeping?” Another smile formed on the boy’s lips as he shook his head.

“No, it’s okay. What should I sing?” He sat up on his bed, his chocolate brown eyes looking right into yours. The way Taehyung’s shaggy brown hair fell over his forehead just made you fall in love with him even more.

“The one you sang last week, my favorite.” He knew exactly which one you were talking about.

“Okay, I’ll sing it for you.” You watched as he pulled out his laptop, looking into his files for the instrumental of the song. It started playing, and you made sure to close your eyes to savor every moment of his sweet voice.

“In the park that the dawn’s moon has passed over,

I now fill it with my emotions,

This song is headed for you.”

With every word he sang, you could hear the emotions he poured into the song. Every note, every word, every emotion. You felt him singing it to you, and no one else.

“I still wonder, wonder, beautiful story.

Still wonder, wonder, best part.

I still wonder, wonder, next story.

I want to make you mine.”

You felt yourself being carried away by his soft voice and the words he was singing. And soon enough, you could feel sleep starting to take over you. But before it did, you could hear the last words that Taehyung said to you after he finished his song. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

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Disclaimer: Many of these, if not all, have cuss words in them. They were all written for a target audience of ages 13+. Any similarities between these stories and any others are completely coincidental and unintentional. Please do not copy my work and/or claim it as yours. 

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last updated: 8.25.21

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Happy Birthday!

Pairing: Yoongi x f!reader

Genre: A whole lot of fluff, soft Yoongi, 13+

Warnings: Some cuss words and Yoongi being a lovesick puppy

Word Count: 3.7k (wow that’s the longest one shot I’ve ever written)

Summary: It’s your birthday and Yoongi doesn’t know what to get you. He has a huge crush on you and he wants everything to be perfect.

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Your birthday was tomorrow. You knew it, your best friend knew, the boys knew it, Yoongi knew it. How could Yoongi forget one of the most important days of the year? Well, it wasn’t as important as everyone was hyping it up to be, but it was for Yoongi. Especially because he had the biggest crush on you since Jimin introduced you to him and the others over a year ago. And he was going to use this day to finally tell you how he felt, using the advice Jimin gave him.

The only problem was, he didn’t know what gift to get you. You were supposed to be meeting up at their dorm tomorrow afternoon so they could celebrate with you and Minah, one out of two of your best friends, and he still had no idea what to buy.

Even as he stood in the middle of the shopping mall about a mile from the dorm, he was clueless and running out of time. So he did what he thought of as a last resort and dialed a number.

The boy on the other line answered with a tired ‘Hello?’, making it clear to Yoongi that he had just woken up from a nap. “Jimin-ah, I need your help.”

“Are you trying to find a gift for Y/N but you have no idea what to get her so you’re calling me to see if I can give you an idea of what to buy since I’m her best friend and I know her better than she knows herself?” That left Yoongi speechless.

Jimin knew of the older boy’s crush on you, hell, all the boys did. Even Minah, who was also one of the densest people in all of Korea, knew. Everyone could tell by the way Yoongi’s mood would lift every time you walked into the room, his obvious attempts of getting closer to you on movie nights, spending hours in his studio showing you songs he’d been working on, even letting you hear him sing after he swore he didn’t have the ability to. And when you told him you loved his songs and his voice, he felt his heart do a backflip in his chest. But somehow, you didn’t notice.

“How the fuck did you know that?” Jimin rolled his eyes so hard, Yoongi could practically hear it.

“You’re so easy to read when it comes to her, hyung.” The Busan boy sighed, sitting up in his bed once he realized he wasn’t getting any more sleep. “You already know Y/N’s really into photography, and I just happen to know her camera just broke. She needs a new one.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened, wondering to himself how he didn’t think of that before. “Thanks Jiminie, I owe you.” Jimin mumbled a simple ‘hell yeah you do’ and hung up the phone, but not without reminding Yoongi how much he loved him. The older male externally gagged, but internally smiled.

He knew you would never accept a brand new camera from him, but he was going to force you to take it, since he knew how much photography meant to you. He couldn’t live with himself if he knew you couldn’t do the thing you loved, and that he had a way to help. So he walked into Best Buy and made a beeline to the camera section. He knew absolutely nothing about cameras, but he was lucky to have a worker show him the best one for taking 4K pictures. Yoongi thought you’d really like an upgrade from your previous camera, which was kinda crappy considering that you got it for cheap.

Oh yeah, Yoongi thought, Y/N is definitely going to kill me. The boy, who usually kept his feelings to himself, found himself smiling at the thought of what your reaction would be. You’d definitely give him the worst death glare you could muster up, but he knew you would be actually trying your hardest not to cry. So as he swiped his credit card in the card reader, his excitement to give you this gift only grew.

Yoongi sat at his desk later that night, ignoring the calls of all the boys and their questioning of the bag he had in his hands. He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, getting to work on the second half of his gift for you.

Meanwhile, you were laying on Minah’s bed while staring up at the ceiling, your best friend sitting on her desk chair. You had no idea what she was doing, but you didn’t question it. Everyone seemed to be keeping something from you lately. First, Minah begged you to sleep over, then you caught her talking to Jimin on the phone about god knows what. Now, she was telling you that the two of you were going over to the boys’ dorm because she forgot her favorite sweater there.

You fished your phone out of your pocket and texted the only person you thought you could get information out of.

If Hoseok didn’t know anything, that means they probably kept him out of it. He was probably the worst liar you had ever met, he couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. But you dropped the subject as soon as Minah stood up from her desk chair. She gestured for you to move over so she could get in the bed too. Back in Busan, you, Minah, and Jimin had been sleeping in the same bed since you all were in diapers, so this wasn’t weird at all to either of you.

“Minah?” You spoke in a soft voice, causing the girl to turn to look at you.

“What’s up?”

You bit your lip, thinking for a second. “What if everyone forgot my birthday? The only person that has said anything about it was Hoseok.”

Minah had to keep herself from smiling. “I’m sure everyone remembers, there’s still a half hour until your actual birthday. Don’t worry, okay?”

You took her word for it, trying your best to calm your racing thoughts. For the next half hour, you and Minah talked about memories you both had from middle school, including the time the two of you drew all over Jimin’s face in middle school when he fell asleep in class. He was still holding a grudge against the two of you for that.

Before you knew it, the alarm clock on Minah’s bedside read twelve am.

Minah jumped up and wrapped her arms around you, screaming ‘happy birthday!’ so loudly in your ear that you were sure her neighbors heard her. You laughed, the girl’s strength knocking you down on the bed while you hugged her back.

“Thank you, now get off of me!” As soon as she did, your phone rang. It was your parents calling you from Busan to wish you a happy birthday. You thanked them, making sure to tell them that you were gonna visit soon before you hung up. Other than that, you had no more calls. Not even from the person you wanted to call you the most, Yoongi.

Everyone knew about your crush on Yoongi, the two of you were really bad at hiding your feelings. But apparently you weren’t, because neither you nor Yoongi knew how the other felt.

Every time you hung out with him and the boys, you always found yourself smiling more than usual whenever he talked to you. And the moments you two spent in his studio listening to a song he wanted to show you only made your stomach fill with butterflies. He seemed to get you more than anyone else did, not even Minah and Jimin. You also couldn’t forget how gentle he always was with you, despite what people have said about him having a cold exterior. Whenever you had a movie night with the boys, Yoongi would always end up sitting next to you, even sharing his blanket with you when you got cold. He’d scold you whenever he caught you speaking badly about yourself, telling you never to do that again. Whenever you were upset and needed comfort, he always let you call him no matter what time of night it was. You couldn’t help but fall for him, which is why you felt disappointed when you didn’t get a text or call from him at midnight.

Your lips turned down in a small frown, but Minah didn’t notice. Instead, she explained that the two of you should sleep so you could go to the boys’ dorm early in the afternoon. You turned onto your side, pulling the covers over your shoulder as you closed your eyes and let sleep take over you.

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You woke up to the sound of a higher pitched male voice singing happy birthday. As your eyes opened, you noticed it was Jimin singing to you while holding a cupcake with a single candle in it, Minah smiling widely behind him. They gave you a second to sit up in Minah’s bed, a wide smile taking over your features. You closed your eyes, making a single wish before blowing out the candle on the cupcake Jimin was holding out for you. He set it on the nightstand, allowing you to jump into your best friend’s arms and thank him profusely. Jimin’s arms picked you up and lifted you off of the bed, spinning you around once before setting you down on the floor.

“Happy birthday, loser.” You laughed, reaching up to ruffle the boy’s hair.

“Yah, that’s noona to you.” You honestly didn’t care about honorifics, but you did it just to tease Jimin about your one year age difference like you always did. He rolled his eyes, pushing your hand away from him while you laughed even more.

“Now go brush your teeth and put on something nice after you shower, you stink.” Minah pushed you towards her bathroom, leaving you confused. If you guys were only going to the dorm to pick up her sweater, why did you need to wear something nice? At this point you learned not to question anything Minah said, so you just went along with it and started getting ready.

About an hour later, you were dressed in a black skirt and a matching black blouse that you found in Minah’s closet after you forgot your clothes at your house. All you did to your hair was brush it out and style it a little, but you liked the way the wavy style looked on you. Once you stepped out of the room, you found Jimin and Minah whispering about something, with Jimin briefly looking down at his phone.

After you cleared your throat to get their attention, they turned to look at you.

“Perfect, let’s go.” Jimin grabbed your hand and brought you over to the door, telling you to put on the black low top vans you came in before leading you and Minah to his car. Throughout the entire car ride to Bangtan’s apartment building, Minah kept bouncing excitedly in her seat. Jimin on the other hand, kept telling her to stop before he threw her out of his porsche.

Soon enough, the three of you arrived at the building, making your way up the familiar elevator before walking down the hall. You were about to put in the code to the front door before Jimin slid in front of you so he could do it himself. What a child.

He sent a quick text from his phone before putting in the door code. The lights were off inside the big apartment, and you wondered where the boys were. Were they all out and Jimin was the first one home? Dismissing the thought, you took your shoes off at the entrance and put on the slippers the boys got you a few months into your friendship with them. You were about to start looking for Minah’s sweater until all of a sudden, the lights turned on and six boys jumped up screaming.

“Surprise!” You would’ve fell on your ass if it wasn’t for Minah who caught you from behind, everyone laughing at your reaction. All around you were balloons and streamers in an array of colors, the entire living area of the dorm looking festive.

You started tearing up, your hand fanning your eyes as you looked around at the seven boys -- plus Minah -- that planned this surprise party for you.

“You guys did all of this for me?” They all nodded, all of them running over to hug you before you could burst into tears. You hugged all of them individually, each boy wishing you a happy birthday. Hoseok came up to you, wrapping his arms around you in a friendly hug. Aside from Jimin, Hoseok was the next boy you considered as one of your closest friends in Bangtan.

“I swear, Y/N, I didn’t know anything about this until an hour ago.” You laughed, hugging the boy tightly.

Next was Yoongi. He walked up to you with a smile on his face, holding his arms out for a hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his wrapped around your waist, your heart doing backflips and somersaults in your chest.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you to say happy birthday at midnight, they took my phone so I couldn’t contact you and ruin the surprise,” He spoke, his lips right next to your ear making his soft voice send shivers through your body. You hugged him for a second longer than the other boys before pulling back from the hug.

“It’s okay, I wasn’t worried.” That was a lie, but you decided that Yoongi didn’t need to know that.

The two of you walked over to the living room where the rest of the party was, your body immediately taking a seat next to Seokjin when he offered you one of the switch remotes to play Mario Kart with him.

That’s how the party went for the next few hours. A Mario Kart tournament between you and your eight friends took up a lot of the time, but you ended up beating everyone. You knew all of them had let you win, because there was no way you could beat Seokjin, Jungkook, AND Taehyung. But you didn’t mind, you got a crown made out of paper as your prize.

At last, it was gift opening time. Everyone sat on the living room floor, letting you use the couch as your throne as you opened each gift.

“I told you guys not to get me anything.” You whined, earning a bunch of comments from the peanut gallery to shut up and open your gifts.

So that’s what you did, starting with a gift from Jungkook. He got you the new pair of vans you’ve been wanting and were telling him about last week. Taehyung got you a gucci necktie to match his, Hoseok got you a pin that says ‘I <3 New Zealand’ from when they visited the year before (which you laughed at), Seokjin got you an Eevee plushie to match his, Namjoon got you a copy of the book he was reading which you asked him for a while ago, and Jimin got you a signed cd of his single ‘Promise’. After each of the boys gave you their gifts, you hugged each of them and made sure to tell them how much you really liked everything.

Then Yoongi gave you his. It was in a wrapped box and it felt heavy. You prayed that he didn’t get you something expensive, after you specifically told everyone not to buy you anything expensive. But you carefully opened it anyway, the wrapping paper revealing the box of a brand new Canon camera. A chorus of surprised sounds came from everyone, your eyes widening while looking down at the box. This camera was a huge upgrade from the shitty one you had before, which broke after some random guy bumped into you while you were taking pictures one day.

“Min Yoongi, I’m gonna kill you.” You mustered the best death glare you could give him. If looks could kill, the boy would be six feet under by now.

“Well I’m not taking it back, and there’s no refunds or returns so you have to accept it.” He wore a smug smile on his face that you wanted so badly to wipe off completely. You would definitely murder him in his sleep later.

You set the box down next to you and sighed in defeat, going over to hug him too.

“Thank you, it really means a lot to me.” Your voice was soft as you thanked him, and you could feel him smile against your cheek. You were about to go back to your seat when Yoongi stopped you.

“Actually, there’s something else I have for you,” He looked around at the curious eyes of everyone staring up at him, “in private.”

This set off another chorus of ‘woah’s from all of the boys, Minah only snickering in the corner. After telling them all to shut up, Yoongi stood and gestured for you to follow him to his room. You stood and followed closely behind him, ignoring the stares you felt on the back of your head.

Yoongi led you into his room and closed the door behind him so you two would have privacy. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, wondering why he brought you here.

“So I kinda wrote you a small note, and I didn’t want you to read it in front of everyone so I brought you here.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to you with red cheeks. You didn’t know how to react except for responding with a small ‘thank you’ before opening the note.

Dear Y/N,

I kinda feel like an idiot writing this letter to you, but I didn’t know how else to tell you. Okay I’m just gonna say it, I like you. Like really like you. I like spending time with you, whether it’s with the boys or alone, I like showing you the songs I’m working on, I like when you sit close to me on movie nights, I like when you smile and literally light up any room you walk into, I like how little strands of your hair fall into your eyes and you don’t even notice it, I like the way your dimples pop out every time you smile, I like everything about you. I really like the way I feel when I’m around you, like I get this tingly feeling in my stomach and I can feel my heart do little flips in my chest, and I just feel really happy when I’m around you. Everything in me just wants to keep you happy, because you look really beautiful when you smile, and your laugh is probably more contagious than Hoseok’s (and that’s saying a lot). My point is, I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve right now and I just wanted to ask you something.

P.S: Look back up at me when you’re done reading this.

You had tears in your eyes by the time you looked back up at a nervous Yoongi, his hands shoved in his front pockets to keep himself from fidgeting with them.

“Now that you know my feelings, will you please be my girlfriend?” Yoongi couldn’t tear his eyes away from yours, not until he heard your answer. Right now, he was giving his heart to you in hopes that you wouldn’t break it. He was revealing a vulnerable side of him that only you got to see, and that he had never shown anyone.

You smiled as a few tears slipped past your eyelids, which made Yoongi immediately go into panic mode.

“Oh shit, did I do something? I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that-“ You cut him off by chuckling lightly, shaking your head.

“Shut up and kiss me, idiot.” Your hands reached up to rest on his cheeks, pulling his face closer to yours until your lips met his. Almost immediately, his hands rested on your waist, pulling your body closer to his.

The kiss lasted a little less than ten seconds before both of you hesitantly pulled back just enough to look at each other’s faces.

“Yes,” You spoke softly, causing a confused look to take over Yoongi’s face. Laughing lightly, you realized he completely forgot about his question. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Yoongi smiled his gummy smile that you absolutely adored, his arms wrapping around your waist to hug you again. The size of your smile mirrored his as your hands ran through his hair.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” His head pulled back, leaning down to kiss you again. You broke the kiss after a second, though, much to his dismay.

“As much as I just want to kiss you all night, we have a crowd of people waiting for us outside.” Yoongi whined, only making you laugh more. But you were serious about going back out there, taking hold of his hand and walking back out of his room. The two of you walked hand in hand back to the living room, smiling at all of the surprised faces staring back at you.

“Finally!” Jimin called out, earning himself a slap on the back of the head from Seokjin. But everyone agreed with Jimin’s opinion, congratulating you and Yoongi.

You all decided to end the night with cake and a movie. Everyone called for you to pick the movie while Minah got up to grab the cake in the kitchen, so you picked ‘Toy Story 2’ again. They all started complaining, but you just smiled and pressed play on the screen.

Instead of sitting on the couch like you normally would’ve, you decided to sit on the floor in between Yoongi’s legs, leaning your back against his chest. You felt two strong arms wrap around your waist, looking back to see your now boyfriend looking back down at you with a smile on his face. Making sure no one was looking, you leaned up to quickly kiss his waiting lips before resting your head back on his shoulder, your arms resting on top of his.

This was officially the best birthday ever.

Coming Home

Pairing: Taehyung x f!reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, idol!taehyung

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Taehyung comes back home from being on tour to find you asleep with his hoodie in your arms.

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Your eyes danced along the screen as they followed the boy on the video’s every movement. Every step he took, every move he made, it all entranced you so much that you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. There was a loving smile on your face that only grew with every melodic word your boyfriend sang. Sometimes, whenever he looked directly at the camera, you felt that he was looking at you and singing those sweet words to you. And all of it only made you miss him more.

Ever since your boyfriend Taehyung left with his group for their international tour, you’ve been feeling really lonely. On days he didn’t have practice, he would always sleep over at your apartment and spend as much time with you as he could. When he did have practice, he’d go straight to your place after, no matter how exhausted he was. You loved his company more than anything, and now that he was gone, you had to settle for watching him dance and sing on your laptop screen. You mentally thanked everyone who uploaded fancams of him.

Of course, you and Taehyung facetimed almost daily. He always called you before you went to sleep, and the two of you would talk about each other’s day. You knew it wasn’t the same as being with him, but you still loved hearing his voice before you slept. The only thing you were looking forward to was seeing him again, and when you did, you were never going to let go.

So as you watched a fancam of him at one of his most recent concerts in America, you felt tears well up in your eyes. You just wished he were here right now, holding you close as you fall asleep in his arms. A few tears escaped past your eyelids before you could try to push them down, a sob following soon after.

The sound of your phone buzzing broke you out of your thoughts, your hands reaching up to wipe your tears as you looked down at the caller ID. Taehyung was facetiming you. You quickly cleared your throat and wiped whatever remaining tears you had before answering the call.

“Hey, beautiful,” Your boyfriend’s voice boomed through the speakers of your phone, finally being able to see the boxy smile you missed so much as his face came into view.

“Hey Tae,” As soon as you spoke, the boxy smile that was once on his face turned down into a frown while he moved his eye closer to the camera on his phone. Once he heard the lack of enthusiasm and the slight crack in your voice, he knew you’d been crying before he called you.

“What’s wrong?” You could never hide your emotions from him, he always knew when you were upset. But that’s what you loved about him, that as soon as he picked up on your change in emotion, his first instinct was to comfort you.

You shrugged, putting on your best smile for him. The last thing you wanted was to make Taehyung worry while he was on tour. “I’m okay Tae, I just miss you.”

Taehyung’s eyes softened. Although he loved performing for his fans, all he wanted to do right now was cuddle up in bed with you. He couldn’t wait to be back in your arms after being away from you for so long. But that’s what kept him going while on stage, the thought of each passing day being one day closer to coming home to you.

“I miss you too, baby. I promise I’ll be home soon.” But what you didn’t know was that soon would be sooner than you thought. Anyway, his voice and his words soothed you enough to stop you from crying any further. You simply reminded yourself that Taehyung would be coming home soon, and that you two would finally be together before you knew it.

You spent another half hour talking to him about the concert he had that day, and you told him about the recent k-drama you started watching. He promised you that when he got home, he’d watch it with you. But of course, you wouldn’t believe his words until he pinky promised you.

After the call ended, you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. You’d been fighting sleep in order to have the chance to talk to Taehyung today, and now that you did, you could finally go to sleep peacefully. You reached over to grab the hoodie Taehyung gave you that was laying on your desk chair, hugging it to your chest as you tucked yourself under your covers. Soon, you fell asleep breathing in Taehyung’s scent.

Meanwhile, Taehyung, who was exhausted and excited at the same time, thanked his driver as the car pulled up in front of the familiar building. He had asked his driver to take him to your apartment an hour after he and the boys got back to the dorm, which was where he called you from. But you didn’t know he was back a week early from touring, and he wanted to keep it that way so he could surprise you.

The boy made his way into your building, stopping to briefly say hi to the doorman, who was already used to Taehyung just walking into the building. He knew that whenever the idol was here, he was there to see you, so he just let him up without hesitation. Taehyung was thankful for that.

The elevator took a good ten seconds to take him up to your floor, and he was standing in front of your door in no time. Putting in the door code you entrusted him with, he walked in expecting to see you sitting on the couch watching your k-drama, but all he saw was all of the lights turned off. Taehyung thought quickly and used his phone’s flashlight to find his way up to your room, which was only illuminated by the light shining from your bedside lamp. Then he saw you, and his heart immediately swelled. Light snores filled the room as you slept, your arms hugging the hoodie he gave you.

As quietly as he could, he walked into the room and towards the bed. He tried his best not to move you as he climbed into bed with you, making sure to take a picture of you sleeping with his hoodie before he did so. Taehyung wrapped his arm around your waist while leaning over to look at you, his head dipping down to press his lips onto your cheek. But this action caused you to wake up from your sleep, confused as to who was kissing you while you were sleeping.

Taehyung looked down at you with loving eyes as he watched you wake up fully, your eyes widening when you turned your body to see your boyfriend in person.

“Tae,” You breathed out, your body losing its tiredness once you laid eyes on the person you’d been missing the most. He smiled widely when you turned around to face him completely, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into a hug.

His deep chuckle filled your ears, the sound being so much more different in person than from your laptop’s speakers. You couldn’t believe he was here right now, when you thought he was overseas for the next week.

“I missed you too, baby.” The two of you hugged the other close, your arms holding onto him tightly as if you were afraid he’d disappear if you let go.

“Is this real? Are you really you?” You couldn’t help but think this was all just a dream, some imagined reality stemming from your longing to see your boyfriend again. But the feeling of his hands slowly stroking your back confirmed that this was, in fact, real.

“Yes, love. I’m really here.” Taehyung thought the way you clung onto him was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. The hug lasted another moment before you pulled away enough to look at his face, your hands reaching up to rest on his cheeks.

You took a moment to study his features, your thumb lightly brushing over his one double eyelid, the mole under his right eye, the one on his nose, all the way down to his bottom lip. One thing you absolutely adored about him was his uneven eyelids, his left one being a double eyelid while his right one was monolid. Taehyung felt insecure about it sometimes, complaining to you how he thought it was weird that his eyes weren’t symmetrical. But you reassured him that it was your favorite part about him, along with the boxy smile you loved so much. He was so beautiful to you.

Taehyung was lost in your eyes as he felt your touch along his face, highlighting all of your favorite features on him. With every touch, his body filled with this intense feeling of euphoria, one he always felt when the two of you were having intimate moments like this. He was so in love with you that it hurt.

The ends of your lips turned up into a soft smile, your eyes meeting his dark ones. Your foreheads rested against each other for a single moment before your lips finally met. The kiss was slow, but filled with so much longing, so much passion, so much love. Through that kiss, you could feel all of the love he had for you, and how much he missed you while he was away. He could taste your dried tears on the corners of your mouth, his heart hurting while knowing that you were crying because he wasn’t there to be with you. But he made it up to you with this moment, this single kiss. With this kiss, he promised you that he would never leave you again.

With this kiss, you both knew that you were each other’s everything.

Dance Practice

Pairing: Jimin x f!reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, idol!jimin, slight angst

Word Count: 977

Summary: You comfort a stressed Jimin after he breaks down during practice.

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“우주가 처음 생겨났을 때부터

모든 건 정해진 거였어

Just let me love you (let me love, let me love you)”

The music playing through the speakers came to a soft end, Jimin’s melodic voice fading into silence. The man in front of you didn’t stop his movements, however, he continued dancing without the background track. That’s the thing with Jimin, your boyfriend never stopped moving his body even after the song ended, he always wanted to continue practicing the parts he thought he messed up on. The other boys were down in the building’s café getting something to eat, and although they had invited the Busan boy, he declined, wanting to spend some more time going over his solo before the show in a few days. So from your spot on the practice room floor, you watched as he went over the choreography over and over.

Jimin had made the practice room his home for the past week, going over every song on Bangtan’s setlist until he perfected the choreography. You worried about him sometimes, since he had a tendency to skip his meals whenever a show was approaching just to practice. But no matter what you did to help, you couldn’t always get Jimin to let himself rest.

“Jimin, it’s been an hour since practice ended and you haven’t even sat down for five minutes to rest.” Your voice was laced with worry as you spoke out to the boy in front of you. You loved that your boyfriend was so dedicated to his work, but you wished he would take care of himself too. The last thing you wanted was for something to happen to him because he wasn’t resting or eating properly.

But Jimin ignored your words, continuing to go over a part of the dance he was still struggling with. You let out a sigh, watching the man with worry in your eyes. The worry soon turned into panic once you saw his legs give out and his body hit the floor, the entire scene seeming to play out in slow motion.

“Jimin!” You shot up from where you once sat, rushing over to your boyfriend who was currently laying on the floor in pain. Kneeling next to him, you took his face in your hands and noticed he was dripping with sweat. Your eyes scanned his body for any injuries, but you found none that were visible. But you knew exactly what happened, the boy had overworked his body to the point where his legs couldn’t support his weight anymore. You cursed under your breath.

“I’m fine,” Jimin’s voice was strained as he spoke. He was clearly in no condition to continue dancing, but he still tried to stand back up anyway. This only caused his body to fall back down once he tried to get back on his legs.

“Jimin, I think you should take a break-“

“I said I’m fine!” You immediately went silent. One thing you knew about Jimin was that he rarely got angry, but when he did, he was the scariest of all the members. But even when he was angry, he never raised his voice at you. Ever. You were shocked to say the least, scared of what he might do if you tried to speak to him again.

Part of you understood where this outburst came from. Jimin had been practicing that song for hours without any breaks, and all the frustration he was feeling got to him. The show was in three days and he was beyond stressed. He knew that he shouldn’t have yelled at you, and he felt extremely guilty for doing so, but he wasn’t in control of his emotions right now. He didn’t mean the way he spoke to you at all.

So his anger turned into tears instead, tears of stress, anger, and guilt. You immediately pushed your thoughts aside once you saw his body trembling as he cried, realizing that he needed you right now. So you were back at his side, gently pulling his head to your chest while letting him cry. You ran a hand through his sweaty black hair, knowing that the action was soothing to him. His hand grasped at your shirt as his tears soaked through the fabric, but you didn’t care. Jimin needed something tangible to hold onto, and you were just that for him.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” He spoke, his voice cracking slightly as his sobs started to subside. “I didn’t mean it.”

You only shushed him, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “It’s okay, Jiminie. Look at me.” The boy looked up at you, his puffy eyes meeting yours. “You’re perfect, okay? I know you might not think so sometimes but your fans love you for who you are. They know how hard you work and they would love your performance even if you did happen to mess up. They just want you to take care of yourself, just like the boys and I do.”

The boy nodded, letting your words sink in. It was hard to break the habit of wanting to perfect everything, especially for someone like him who was always hard on himself when he made even one mistake. But he was glad he had you in his life to keep him grounded and to keep him from overworking himself.

“Can we get ramen with everyone else?” You smiled, nodding at his simple request. Standing up first, you wrapped your arm around your boyfriend’s waist and wrapped his around your shoulders to help him stand. The two of you slowly made your way down to the café, where the rest of the boys were waiting with smiles on their faces. They gestured to the two empty seats at their table, two fresh packs of ramen waiting for you and Jimin.