↳You come to realize that your highschool sweetheart and you just aren’t meant to be when his attractive best friend walks back into town and sweeps you off your feet.
↳You come to realize that your highschool sweetheart and you just aren’t meant to be when his attractive best friend walks back into town and sweeps you off your feet.
↳You come to realize that your highschool sweetheart and you just aren’t meant to be when his attractive best friend walks back into town and sweeps you off your feet.
↳You come to realize that your highschool sweetheart and you just aren’t meant to be when his attractive best friend walks back into town and sweeps you off your feet.
pairing: model!jimin x teacher!reader
genre: smau, crack/humor, fluff, drama
updates:tbd
series: unfortunate beginnings
status:ongoing
a/n: round 2 my dudes✌I’m really excited for this au since it’s the beginning of a little project I’m working on! there’s gonna be a lot of drama/borderline slight angst(?) anyway let me know if you wanna be on the tag list and I hope y’all have fun reading and enjoy!!
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: hello everyone! sorry I’ve been gone for so long and have kept some ppl waiting, life got hectic and b u s y. BUT! I’m gonna have the outro profiles posted shortly and work on posting my next au during my month off from school which starts next week!! I hope y’all enjoyed this one!!
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: *GASP* what’s this? me posting again?? (sounds too good to be true) I’m sorry for taking so much time off, school never got better like I thought it would, but I finally got some stuff worked out! THANK YOU SO MUCH for being patient with me and I hope you guys stick around for the last 2 chapters and enjoyed this one!
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: I probably put too much information about the internships but whatever anyway yoongi’s living his best life and that’s all that matters (also next update a certain two people join forces) lmk your thoughts and thanks for reading!!
Summary:being in love with Jungkook scares you a bit (a lot)
A/N:just a short little blurb about being in love and being scared
“What?” you ask, self conscious, bringing a hand up to your face.
“You’re beautiful, do you know that?” he says, stepping closer. You back away, clutching the bag of chips to your chest, a makeshift shield over your heart. You chuckle, feeling your face heat.
“Hey…don’t say stuff like that,” you say, looking down and pushing him away, hand on his chest, a spear through his heart. He catches your wrist, keeping your hand on top of his heart. You look up, and he’s still staring at you. Eyes unmoving, demanding your attention. You hope he doesn’t feel your pulse thundering underneath his fingertips. He does and grips a little tighter, liking the way you feel so alive in his hands.
“Why not?”
“Because…” Because you feel something in your chest, and you don’t want to know what that means. Because he’s looking at you like he wants to love you. Because you’re looking at him like you want to love him. “Because, you don’t know what you’re saying.” You don’t know what you’re getting into.
“What if I do know what I’m saying?” What if I want to? What if I want you––flaws and all?
You finally lift up your eyes to meet his.
“Jungkook? Can you kiss me?” you whisper. And all he can do is nod, falling into your eyes that promise love. All he can do is dip his head down, slanting his mouth on top of yours. You sees lightning and stars. You feel like you’re falling and falling and falling. And you’re scared. Maybe he’ll be at the bottom to catch you. You hope that he is.
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***
Splashing cold water onto her freshly washed face, Anastasia let out a heavy sigh. How had she gotten herself into this mess? Hoseok and Jimin hadn’t stayed long, leaving her to gather her wits in peace, but it hadn’t been much help. She needed to talk to Jungkook. Staring at herself in the mirror — hair pushed back with a fluffy headband and her dress still clinging to her body —she looked ridiculous, just like the mess her life had become.
Exiting the bathroom, she didn’t see anyone on her way to her room, and perhaps that was a good thing, despite the loneliness that settled in her stomach. When it came to them, she had no self-control, always wanting more, wanting what she shouldn’t want. Worrying her bottom lip, she absentmindedly picked out one of Jungkook’s old white t-shirts and began to try and unzip her dress.
“Need help?” Squealing, she recoiled into a crouch, relaxing when she recognized Jungkook in the doorway.
“Dammit, Kook, you scared me,” Her voice was rough and he smiled sheepishly. The air between them felt a little forced, but Anastasia couldn’t imagine it lasting long. Everything about him made her want to give him everything.
“I’m sorry, I thought you’d heard me come in,” He explained, taking a step into her space. She knew his signs, he was moments from wrapping himself around her. Bracing herself, she let him wrap her in his arms and nuzzle his nose into her neck. Closing her eyes, she reluctantly hugged him back.
Why couldn’t she have met a nice averageboy and fallen head over heels for him? Why did her heart flutter every time Seokjin was a subtle gentleman? Why did she feel like she could trust Yoongi with her every secret, even when he was so obviously not to be trusted ? And Hoseok with his arrogant swagger sweeping her into his world, even when she knew she didn’t belong there? Why did Namjoon’s attention make her feel like she was the only relevant subject? What about Jimin’s hot and cold act made him so alluring? Taehyung,she just knew if she showed him even an ounceof weakness, he would take it and run, spinning spiderwebs in her head. And Jungkook, she felt like she no longer knew him. In the weeks passed, she’d realized, maybe she never really knew him at all. She didn’t know what was truly important to him, and maybe that was the worst part of it all — realizing nothing was real.
“Jungkook, do you love me?” She regretted asking immediately.
Pulling back, he tilted his curiously, his expression softening, “Anastasia, you’re more important to me than I will ever be able to put into words. I know the last few weeks have been overwhelming, but I don’t want to lose you.”
His fresh, minty breath fanned across her face and she closed her eyes, accepting that her next move might be a mistake. He let out a small grunt of surprise when she yanked him down to her level, silencing him with her lips. He reacted instantly, hands cupping her cheeks to deepen the kiss. There was no hesitation in his movements, spreading warmth throughout her body.
Shuffling backward, they made their way slowly to her bed until she was on her back with him above her.
“Wait, wait.” She gasped, pushing him back and taking a moment to catch her breath. His gaze impatiently flicked down to her lips, but she could tell he was making the effort to listen.
“I need to tell you something,” she confessed, but by then he’d finished waiting, moving closer to connect their lips again.
They made out for a couple more seconds before he pulled away, just far enough for their lips not to touch. “Yeah?”
Jungkook was the most jealous, possessive person she’d ever met, she knew confessing might ruin everything, but there was no taking the words back. “I-I kissed Jimin”
“I know, Seokjin-hyung told me,” He mumbled against her lips.
“Not just then, and Hoseok and Yoongi, too!” She blurted, disgusted with herself.
His whole body became still and she wished he would pull back so she could see his expression and hopefully read his emotions. She was afraid of his reaction, who would he be angry at? Her for kissing them or them for kissing her?
“When?” His tone wasn’t what she was expecting. Instead of angry, he sounded…confused? Curious? As if the whenmattered more than the act.
Pushing him away, she analyzed his expression. She was right, there was no anger in his doe-eyes, just curiosity. His reaction felt like a piece to a puzzle but she didn’t know what the end picture was supposed to be.
“Tonight…after dinner, and when I went out with Yoongi” She watched him take in the information, then nod and lean in to kiss her again.
“That—it doesn’t bother you?” A horrible realization came; what if this didn’t mean anything to Jungkook? Was that why he wasn’t bothered? He cared more about the others, so there was nothing to be jealous about?
He shook his head, leaning down to nuzzle the crook of her neck.
“Why?” She needed to know.
He sighed, rolling off her. “I love you, I want you to be loved by them too.”
“But…they don’t love me.” How could he be so…so nonchalant?
“Not yet,” Jungkook shifted onto his elbow, “but you can tell they’re trying, right?”
Her mind was spinning so much she felt dizzy.
“I—I don’t…” She couldn’t form a coherent sentence, a coherent thought.
“Does it bother you?” His voice was soft, the vulnerability grounding her somewhat.
Licking her lips, she asked, “Does what bother me?”
“Us. Being around you, taking you on dates. Do you not like it?” He was staring so intently at her, but she didn’t have an answer. Not even an hour ago she’d been certain that Jungkook would think she was a whore and now, knowing he’d known, knowing he supportedit, she didn’t know what to say.
They were moving to Koreaand she had been dead set on notmoving. What was she supposed to tell him?
“I think I need some space.”
He didn’t waste time getting off the bed and kneeling on the floor.
“No, no. I mean, I need some time alone. I need to think,” she explained. It was a request he was visibly less eager to obey. “Please.”
Before either of them could make a move, they heard someone burst through her front door, urgently calling for Jungkook, who was up in a flash.
“Namjoon-hyung?”
The man in question came into view, “Seokjin needs you,” Anastasia could tell he’d said it in English for her sake.
Jungkook did not share the same sentiment as he asked something in his first tongue. Namjoon jerked a nod and Jungkook’s gaze tightened. Turning to her, he assured, “I’ll come back”
Namjoon watched him leave with a furrowed brow, his chin jutting out ever so slightly. Turning to her, he chastised, “You need to lock your door”
Considering his intrusion, she agreed readily, “I really do”
Taking a seat on the corner of her bed, he stared into the hallway, getting lost in thought. The act suggested that he would be waiting with her for Junkook’s return.
Catching herself staring, she realized she was still laying in her dress and scooted to the edge of the bed, getting up, “I need to change…”
He barely glanced at her, nodding once, as if he was only responding so as not to hurt her feelings. Snorting, she grabbed Jungkook’s old t-shirt and made a move for the bathroom. Grabbing her wrist, he glared, “Where are you going?”
“I need to change,” she repeated. His eyes flit over the room in confusion, his grip sliding down to hold her hand.
“What’s wrong with this room?”
Her face fell flat as she stared at him pointedly. Catching on, he smirked, dimples popping, and guided her to stand between his legs. Her heart instantly began beating faster but her expression didn’t change. Why did she always feel so touch-starved when they were around?
Refusing to get distracted by him, she asked, “Why are you here?”
His brow furrowed, “Have you noticed anyone…out of place, around?”
“You mean, besides you?” She teased. He poked her stomach in retribution. “No, have you?”
He shook his head, “I just think you should be careful. A woman living alone? Couldn’t hurt to have extra protection”
Narrowing her gaze, she daringly reached out and laced her fingers together behind his neck, “That’s weak, Joonie, if you wanted to spend time with me, all you had to do was ask”
Dimples reappeared at his closed-lip smile, eyes becoming crescents. “I need to ask?” He challenged.
Jutting her lower lip out, she shrugged. They stayed there, staring into each other’s eyes, expressions slowly becoming serious.
“You look very beautiful in this dress,” He murmured, tracing her silhouette with his fingers. A fierce blush warmed her face.
“The zipper is stuck,” she admitted, shifting her weight.
Leaning in, he let his hand trail up her side where the zipper was sewn in. “Need help?”
Gulping, she shook her head and he nodded, retracting his touch. Grabbing his hands, not wanting him to pull away completely, she stammered, “Jungkook said—he said you all…you want to share?”
Namjoon took his time to think about his response, leaving plenty of room for Anastasia’s nerves to grow. “It’s more than that. Jungkook loves you, like he loves us”
“Are you all—” She left the question hanging.
He tilted his head back and forth as if weighing her question, “More than friends, less than lovers?” It came out as a question, like he wasn’t sure she’d understand. She didn’t, but she wasn’t sure anyone could. “And because he loves you so… encompassingly, just as we love him, loving him now includes you. It’s not sharing, you’re not a toy, you’re just ours” He shrugged.
Groaning, she dragged her hands down her face, “That’s a lot to take in”
It felt like she was finally getting some answers, a little sneak peek into their minds, but they were insane.Worse yet, she wasn’t completely repulsed. But their emotions for each other were so strong.Obsessive. She couldn’t just ignore that.
“You don’t get jealous?” She asked, incredulous, but before he could answer her phone rang. Going to grab it off her nightstand, she checked the caller ID. Beatrice! Anastasia had missed her call earlier, she must be calling back again to make sure Anastasia was okay.
“You’re still talking to her?” Namjoon sneered, peering over her shoulder. Ignoring him, she sat on the bed and answered, “Hello?”
“Taz! I’m sorry I couldn’t talk earlier, I needed to finish my paper,” Beatrice immediately apologized.
“Put it on speaker,” Namjoon interrupted, coming to sit beside her on the bed.
Side-eyeing him, she did as told. “It’s okay, you’re on speaker by the way”
Namjoon shook his head, indicating for Anastasia to deny his presence.
“No?”
There was a pause, “Why’d you call?”
Anastasia giggled, “Well, technically you called me, but earlier,” she glanced uncomfortably at the man leaning into her side, “Jungkook and I were arguing and I wanted some advice”
Namjoon’s expression tightened, returning to that irritated expression he’d first walked in with—chin jutted out and tense brows.
“What happened?” Beatrice sounded concerned.
“He wants me to move with him to Korea,” She conveniently left out the part where he wanted her to live with his entourage, too. She felt intensely uncomfortable with Namjoon listening so intently.
“Korea?”
“Um, yeah. I haven’t been able to find a place here, so he’s insisting”
“Wow, are you okay?”
“What do you mean?” Why wouldn’t she be okay?
“Well…I wasn’t going to say anything because I know it would be overstepping, but…it’s just—okay, so when you left with Jimin that day, the others seemed very…smug? And after them acting all weird the whole time, I just—this might be a long shot, but…was the fire actually an accident?”
Namjoon tensed beside her and Anastasia turned to him with a gasp, “Is that true?”
“I swear! Of course, I could be mistaken, but—”
“I’m sorry, I have to go” She interrupted, ending the call. “Is it true? Was the fire purposeful?”
Namjoon rolled his eyes, “Don’t overreact”
“Don’toverreact?!How am I supposedto react?” She felt like she was going crazy.
“Anastasia, do you honestly think Jungkook would do something that wasn’t in your best interest?”
That made her hesitate, but if it wasn’t true, why had Namjoon reacted like that? “Then why did you react like that?”
He scoffed, “Hoseok already told you she was a bitch, but you listen to her when she tells you about yourbest friend, like she knows us better than you do?”
Anastasia opened her mouth to refute, but he was right, Hoseok hadmentioned something about Beatrice before, but Anastasia had wanted to form her own opinion before deciding. That had obviously been a mistake, cause now she was making her doubt Jungkook.
Regret burned her insides as she felt the urge to apologize. “I’m sorry. A lot has been happening and I don’t know, I’m just really overwhelmed with it all”
Still irked, he turned away slightly, clearly not ready to forgive. Crouching before him, in an attempt to get him to meet her gaze, she tried again to make amends, “I’m really sorry for suspecting you and getting angry”
Brown eyes flashed down to meet hers with a sudden fire, “I don’t care what you think Jungkook did, but you’re so quick to doubt our intentions. He lovesyou, yet you doubt him all the time, I see it in the way you react when he’s around us”
Shaking her head vehemently, she said, “I know, I know, I’m sorry! Everything was suddenly all different, I just wasn’t thinking straight”
“Are you now?” His gaze was intense, reminding her of when she first met him, feeling like a cornered animal. Nodding in earnest, she hoped he would see her sincerity as he studied her expression suspiciously. After a few seconds, he rolled his eyes, “Get up”
Following the command immediately, she sat anxiously beside him, her body angled forward slightly to try and see his expression. Was he still upset? Would he tell Jungkook she didn’t trust them?
Meeting her pleading gaze, he sighed and moved back onto the bed, motioning her closer, “Come here”
Laying down beside him, she let him pull her in close, and against her better judgment, she felt herself relax.
“You don’t need to worry about Jungkook or anyone else, okay? We’ll take care of you,” He promised softly, his warmth seeping into her bones. She felt herself nod.
***
Anastasia’s limbs felt stiff the next morning, the same way they always did when she slept soundly enough not to move. Warmth showed through the open curtains, illuminating Jungkook’s face on the pillow next to her. Stretching, joints popping, she slowly became aware of the arm still wrapped around her middle and shifted so she was laying on her back. She was still in her dress, the straps now digging uncomfortably into her shoulders, but she didn’t want to get up yet to change.
Groaning lowly, she rolled onto her stomach and carefully wormed her way down off the bed. Forcing the zipper of the dress down, not caring if it broke, she wiggled out of the dress and slipped into a tank-top and shorts.
Staring at herself in the bathroom mirror minutes later, she contemplated what to do next. The attraction she possessed towards the seven men was undeniable and she found herself humoring the idea of them and her. She was already way more involved with them than she’d ever planned, so if she was going to break her heart, might as well do it thoroughly.
Deciding to test the waters, she quietly left her apartment and headed towards Jungkook’s. Pausing at his door, Namjoon’s words from the night before echoed in her mind; “Have you noticed anyone…out of place, around?”
Tensing up, she turned around slowly, scanning what she could see of the parking lot. There were a couple of people loitering around, but she had no way of knowing who they were or if they belonged. Everyone looked suspicious when you were paranoid.
Shaking off her nerves, she tiptoed through the door, forgoing knocking. Tentatively entering the living room, she smiled at Taehyung who stared wide-eyed at her from the floor in front of the TV. His hair was a mess, like he’d just woken up, and he wore a super oversized white t-shirt that engulfed his entire frame. Jimin lay passed on the couch across the room and she could hear someone else shuffling around in the kitchen.
“Good morning.” She greeted, hesitantly.
“Did you come alone?” Taehyung questioned, leaning over to try and see past her. His accent was much thicker with his rich morning voice.
Thrown off, she stuttered out a confirmation. Taehyung had a knack for keeping his expression stoic, she rarely could tell what he was thinking and it intimidated her.
Seokjin walked out, then, with a bowl of ramen, eyebrows raising at the sight of her. “Good morning,” he smirked.
Desperate to avoid Taehyung’s intense gaze, she grinned at Seokjin, coming closer to peek at his food, “Wow, that looks good!”
His unsure response sparked an idea.
“Can I have some?” She begged, staring up at him with wide eyes.
Glancing back and forth between his food and her, he hesitated. She tried to hide her disappointment.
“This has bacon in it.”
Her eyes went wide, bewildered. Had Yoongi told him that she didn’t like bacon?
Studying her expression, he offered, “I can make you some without bacon”
Shaking her head and waving her hands she said, “That’s okay, I’m not hungry enough to finish an entire bowl”
He didn’t argue, moving past her to sit on the open couch. Taehyung watched the exchange silently and Anastasia had to remind herself that they had no idea that Jungkook had proposed a poly relationship.
Taking a deep breath, she asked, “Are the others still sleeping?”
Two nods in response.
Biting her lip, she wondered if she should wake them. If a decision was to be made, she needed to know whether or not she was accepted. If they didn’t all like her, it didn’t matter what Namjoon said about their feelings, a relationship wouldn’t work. Finding out if they genuinely liked her or if they were just pretending for Jungkook was crucial.
“I’ll go wake them,” She announced, spinning and heading off towards Jungkook’s bedroom. She wasn’t sure where the other two were sleeping, but Jungkook’s bedroom was the closest.
Peeking into the room, she found Hoseok already awake, scrolling through his phone. Turning to look at her, he smiled brightly.
“Have I slept in too long?” He jested, his voice deep and scratchy. He must’ve justwoken up.
“It’s already two in the afternoon!” In truth, she hadn’t checked the time yet.
“Liar,” he snorted, rolling over to stretch.
Next, she headed to the guest room, finding Yoongi asleep on the far side of the bed.
“Yoongi?” She tried, coming around to see his face. Eyes fluttering open, he stared blankly at her for a moment.
“Anastasia?” He croaked, understandably confused.
“Hey, wake up, do you wanna do something with me today?”
There was a moment of silence as he comprehended her question, “What do you want to do?” He, like Taehyung, also had a stronger accent in his sleepy state.
“You’ll have to wake up and see,” She teased, leaving the room. When she entered the living room again, Hoseok was already out of bed and brushing his teeth.
Crouching before Jimin, the one she was probably most nervous about, she gently rubbed his arm. “Jimin?” There was no immediate response, so she tried again, “Jimin?” Stirring, he shifted his weight but otherwise didn’t respond, so she decided to just let him sleep. He was probably hungover.
Moments later, Yoongi stumbled into the room, looking far too good for someone who had just woken up. “What did you want to do?” He caught everyone’s attention with his question.
“Well, it’s been a pretty stressful month, I thought maybe we could relax, go out to eat, maybe see a movie?”
They all exchanged glances, Hoseok meeting her gaze with a smile. “Okay, let’s go”
Her shoulders relaxed, “Get ready, I’ll go wake up Joon and Jungkook”
Sitting in her closet half an hour later, she still couldn’t find something to wear. Irrationally nervous about spending time with them all together, she wanted to look good, but there was a bubble of excitement inside of her, too. Feeling bold, she reached for a top that her estranged cousin had gifted to her. It was something she thought she’d never wear, but suddenly the satin piece of material that only stayed on your body with two chains seemed like the perfect top.
Would they say anything about it? She couldn’t even predict Jungkook’s response because she never wore things like this.
An odd mix of giddy and dread filled her as she got dressed, pairing the top with a simple pair of jeans. After finishing getting ready, almost an hour and a half had passed, yet none of them had come to get her.
If they came to get her, that meant they actually wanted to spend time with her, right? What if they didn’t come? She decided to sit on the couch and wait.
Barely fifteen minutes passed before someone came bursting through the front door. She barely stopped herself from chucking her phone to the floor in a classic guilty fashion.
Scrambling to her feet, she faced Jimin.
“I —” Cutting off, he took in her appearance, before shaking his head and continuing, “So what, you were just going to invite everyone but me?”
Panicked, she reached out, “I tried to wake you, but I thought you had a hangover,” She spluttered.
“So? You were just going to go on one big group date and not even askif I wanted to come? Looking like that,no less?” He looked positively offended.
“It’s not a date!” She defended, though they both knew that wasn’t entirely true. It wasa date, to some degree, just….an experimental one.
He scoffed, “Nuh-uh, get back in there and get ugly.” He demanded, pointing down the hallway where her room was. A surprised giggle bubbled up without permission and she knew she probably should’ve gotten offended, but the petulant frown on his face was too cute.
“Get back in-in there and get u-ugly.” She repeated, barely getting the words out through her laughter. “I’m not changing!”
In one swift, startling movement, he tugged his black t-shirt over his head and threw it onto the couch. “Fine,” He shrugged, taking her hand and tugging her towards the front door, “We’ll match.”
Her eyes grew wide at the sight of his muscular, tattooed chest, unable to come up with a response fast enough before he tugged her out the door.
“Jimin!” She hissed, trying to cover him with her body as a mom and her child walked by. Jimin shamelessly wrapped his arms around her, her bare back pressed to his chest. She could feel his silent laughter.
“Hi, sorry Mrs. Reynold.” She waved apologetically as they shuffled like crabs to Jungkook’s door. They only got a disgusted scoff in reply.
Once safely behind closed doors, Anastasia elbowed him off and shoved him against the door. If she had been paying attention, maybe she would have noticed the dark look he gave her before neutralizing his expression.
“What the hell was that?!”
“You put on a shirt, I’ll put on a shirt.” He bargained with a shrug.
“Iamwearing a shirt!”
He scoffed, “Bikini’s cover more than that.”
“My entire front is covered!”
He didn’t say anything, glaring at her in silence.
“Stop trying to dictate what I wear.” She growled. She hadn’t expected herself to get so defensive over her outfit choice (maybe she was insulted that he didn’t want her to wear it in public), but she couldn’t deny that a part of her was enjoying the fight.
“Back at you, sweetheart.” He countered, “I won’t stop you from leaving, but if you go wearing that, I’m following wearing this.”
“You’re not wearing anything,” She growled.
“Jimin, go put on a shirt, we’re leaving.” Namjoon suddenly ordered, shuffling past to get his shoes.
Crossing her arms smugly, she silently dared Jimin to argue. Scoffing, he stomped off, still behaving like a child. Anastasia smiled to herself, it felt good to win.
More of the boys gathered to put on their shoes, but none of them made nearly as big of a deal as Jimin had. That is, until Jungkook came round the corner.
“Why are you wearing a bib? Go put on a shirt,” He huffed, slipping past to grab a pair of shoes. Yoongi almost snorted iced coffee out his nose and Taehyung put his hand up over his mouth to hide his silent laughter.
“Would you shut up?” She hissed and slapped Jungkook’s arm, face burning. That was not the reaction she’d been hoping for. There was a lot of effort put into her appearance this time.
Jungkook said something in reply, but she didn’t catch it because Jimin was suddenly trying to shove one of his shirts over her head.
“Hey!” She shrieked, wiggling around to try and avoid his ambush.
“I put on a shirt, you put on a shirt!” He giggled, not giving up.
Ducking under his arms, she made a dash for the couch, clumsily jumping over it. Jimin was quick to follow, wrapping an arm around her waist before she could land on the floor and they both toppled to the cushions. Their laughter could likely be heard from the downstairs apartment.
“Let me go!” She giggled. She was having fun. Jimin made it so easy, like it was all just in the moment and she didn’t have to worry about tomorrow.
As the laughter subsided and she let Jimin put the shirt on her, “You’re like an over-possessive boyfriend,” She grumble, getting up from the couch. Jimin smirked in reply.
“Taz?” Jungkook called as she made her way to the front door.
Not wanting to answer the questions she knew he had, she shook her head and grabbed the hand closest to her — Seokjin’s — and skipped out the door. “Let’s go!”
It’s her, sitting down prettily in her seat across from their friends, while Seokjin is standing across the restaurant alone watching his husband wine and dine his assistant instead.
Seokjin hates her, but right now he hates Namjoon too.
It had all started a few months ago when Namjoon, fucking Kim Namjoon, had been bragging about how comfortable he was in his new sweats. He’d had the members jealous of his comfort, and so he’d given everyone a link to buy their own.
Hoseok pulls his hand away, just to get up on his knees between Yoongi’s spread legs so they’re eye level. He looks into Yoongi’s eyes, stare hard and determined.
“I love you, hyung, but I’m also in love with you. I want you to be mine, Yoongi. Only mine.”
Family law had left Yoongi jaded. He was tired of the same cases, divorces and custody battles where the kids came last.
But then he meets Hoseok, a single parent who needs his help, and suddenly he has something worth fighting for.
NAMKOOK:
TOUCH // Will contain NSFW content. Check tags for warnings.
Detective Kim Namjoon is investigating the case of a child disappearance, when the child’s body is found, Namjoon finds himself trailing a murderer. During his investigation he remembers a run in he’d had with a graffiti artist one night, and the artwork he’d done depicting the scene in which the child’s body was found.
The graffiti which had been painted a month before the discovery of the child’s body.
Jeon Jungkook is a small time graffiti artist with a secret, the power to see the memories of any living thing he touches. He hides himself away from the world, ashamed of who he is, that is until he’s thrown head first into a murder investigation and becomes the prime suspect.
Can Detective Namjoon find the real killer before he strikes again?
It’s her, sitting down prettily in her seat across from their friends, while Seokjin is standing across the restaurant alone watching his husband wine and dine his assistant instead.
Seokjin hates her, but right now he hates Namjoon too.
It’s her, sitting down prettily in her seat across from their friends, while Seokjin is standing across the restaurant alone watching his husband wine and dine his assistant instead.
Seokjin hates her, but right now he hates Namjoon too.
It had all started a few months ago when Namjoon, fucking Kim Namjoon, had been bragging about how comfortable he was in his new sweats. He’d had the members jealous of his comfort, and so he’d given everyone a link to buy their own.
Hoseok pulls his hand away, just to get up on his knees between Yoongi’s spread legs so they’re eye level. He looks into Yoongi’s eyes, stare hard and determined.
“I love you, hyung, but I’m also in love with you. I want you to be mine, Yoongi. Only mine.”
Family law had left Yoongi jaded. He was tired of the same cases, divorces and custody battles where the kids came last.
But then he meets Hoseok, a single parent who needs his help, and suddenly he has something worth fighting for.
NAMKOOK:
TOUCH // Will contain NSFW content. Check tags for warnings.
Detective Kim Namjoon is investigating the case of a child disappearance, when the child’s body is found, Namjoon finds himself trailing a murderer. During his investigation he remembers a run in he’d had with a graffiti artist one night, and the artwork he’d done depicting the scene in which the child’s body was found.
The graffiti which had been painted a month before the discovery of the child’s body.
Jeon Jungkook is a small time graffiti artist with a secret, the power to see the memories of any living thing he touches. He hides himself away from the world, ashamed of who he is, that is until he’s thrown head first into a murder investigation and becomes the prime suspect.
Can Detective Namjoon find the real killer before he strikes again?
