Warning: hardcore impregnation kink, possession, dirty talk, vaginal sex, basically a major creampie bro.
A/N: I’m going through major baby fever, so please enjoy my imagination
You felt Jungkook’s hands press roughly into your hips as he pounded you from behind. The sound of your husband’s groans and whiny sounds filling the air as your face was pushed into the mattress.
“You like the way that feels baby?“ He asked as you gripped onto your marital sheets. You tried to nod, your words failing you but your back being bent unnaturally stopping you. “Oh god baby” He moaned as he felt your walls flutter around him. You squeezed around him again unconsciously causing him to buck harshly into you, the angle causing him to kiss the base of your cervix, a shiver running down your spine as you let out a wanton moan. The movement caused Jungkook to pause. You grew worried and tried looking back only to see the man you called yours with his eyes shut, head tilted as you watched him breathe through his nose heavily almost as if to keep himself sane. You called out to him with a weak call of his name catching his attention breaking him from the trance he was in, you watched his eyelids open slightly, his usual coffee coloured eyes now a lustful black eyeing your sweaty body.
“fuck” He let out as his eyes moved from you to where the both of you were joined, his cock twitching slightly at the filthy ideas running through his head. “Look forward again for me baby” He breathed out, his voice an octave deeper causing a submissive whine to catch at your throat before turning. His hands gripped your hips even rougher, this time his nails digging into your skin before pulling his hips back slowly and bucking back into you, knocking the air from your lungs. He repeated this before your body started fluttering around him again and all his thoughts began to slip from his mouth.
“Fuck baby wanna fill you up so badly, so f-fucking badly” He moaned as he pounded into you roughly. You moaned in response which only urged him on even more.
“Wanna cum so deep in you baby, wanna fill you with my seed pretty girl” He rambled as he threw his head back losing himself in you. “Jungkook please” You whined not knowing what you were even asking for.
“You want it too baby hmm? want me to fill you up and knock you up?” He pressed, his words sending a shock into your system at the thought of him getting you pregnant. It’s not like you both hadn’t talked about it, babies were a subject you just both silently agreed on that when it happens, it happens and apparently for Jungkook it needed to happen now. “God beautiful I’m gonna put a baby in you, would you like that hmm? like my cock hitting your womb baby” He asked, his voice straining at the end.
“Answer me baby, wanna hear you say it” He groaned as his hand sneaked between your thighs and started began rubbing harshly at your clit. You tried to figure out what was going on in your head but the mixture of Jungkook’s fingers pressed against your clit and his cock hitting your cervix was too much for you. You could feel your climax literally on the tip of your tongue but the thought was stopped the minute you felt a harsh slap on your clit sending your hips to jolt forward. “Baby-I told you-to answer me” He punctuated with harsh thrusts. You gasped, your eyes filling with tears as you tried lifting your head to give him what he wanted.
“J-jungkook please, fill me with your cum, want your b-baby in me, make me yours” You gasped out, his shit eating grin practically beaming even if you couldn’t see it.
“That’s right baby, you’re fucking mine” He growled, his fingers back on your clit his hips angling to press even deeper into you. “Can’t wait to show you off, all big and round with my baby” He whined, his orgasm catching up to him as yours hit you. Now you’ve never experienced a vaginal orgasm but with the way Jungkook’s cock hit the end of you, your body just went into overdrive. You felt like it was everywhere, causing your body to shake underneath Jungkook like a leaf in an aggressive wind. The feeling of your walls convulsing around him aggressively had Jungkook growling as hips forced his cock into you. “Gonna cum baby, g-gonna cum and fill you. take it, fucking take it- Fuck!” He let out as he pressed into you till you could practically feel him in your stomach, The heat of his orgasm filling you to breaking point. You let out small whines as Jungkook moved his hips slowly milking his orgasm “so deep, so fucking deep” He whispered as he watched his softening cock fuck his cum back into you.
“You good baby?” He asked breathless as he fell down next to you. You slumped your body down, wincing at the aftershock. “Ask me again in nine months” You breathed still catching your breath, your eyes closing but not missing the way he beamed at your words.
Extra
“Kook, what did you do to Y/N, she looks so pale lately” Hoseok asked as he plopped down next to the younger, the boys weekly catch up at your home.
“Yeah, I offered her the left over eggs from my plate and she literally gagged and ran off” Jin pitched in as snatched the remote away from Taehyung before scolding him.
⤑ Arrogant King! Kim Taehyung x Consult! female reader; icequeen!au
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Crown Prince Kim Taehyung - Records Journal entry of November 13th, 2020.
“Winter brings many things. Christmas, cold weather, presents and lastly; my birthday. Some would dread having a birthday so close to Christmas but I didn’t mind. There were more gifts and more to celebrate. However year after year, no one could seem to give me the ultimate Christmas gift. The one I’d been patiently waiting for, for years. Where, oh where…when, oh when will this dear thing I’ve lost, return to me?”
Y/N:
It’s going to be a tough one. Of course, they warned me of such things. Everyone did, even my own father. The half-assed grin he showed me this morning was enough to down my spirits, not that I’d ever let him know that.
With my block heels clicking as I walked up the stone stairs, my nerves were starting to get the best of me. I felt hot flashes hitting different parts of my body, and I regretted the thick black and white blazer I wore. Under the blazer, I wore a long-sleeve black blouse and some crimson red dress pants with flare bottoms.
My slim leather briefcase was slung over my shoulder by its longer strap and my cell phone was tucked snug in my pants pocket.
As if a higher power heard my cry, a gust of cold wind hit me, pushing my blazer open a bit. A small smile pulled at the corner of my lips, and I thanked the cold November air that was washing away the nervous sweats that were accumulating on my forehead.
The stairs weren’t that long, but it still felt like it was teetering on being too much. There were three sets of square double doors, the middle one being the larger one.
There were 4 guards, all standing guard with frowns on their lips. One of them spotted me, raising an eyebrow at me before his lips pulled up into a smile.
“Open the doors!” He shouts to the other guards, “It’s just Y/n.” He holds eye contact with me the whole time he’s announcing my presence to the other guards.
His eyes rank down my body, the lust in his eyes making no attempts at being subtle. I’m not in a mood to muster up a forced but polite smile. I only nod, watching as two other guards open the doors.
“Everyone said you were starting today.” The first guard said, taking a small step closer to me.
“Are they?” I spoke with no interest, “I didn’t think I’d be the talk of the palace.”
“Of course you are!” He chimes flashing a toothy grin, “Everyone is excited to see you go toe-to-toe with His Highness, Prince Taehyung.”
I rolled my eyes at his words, “I’m not here to go toe-to-toe with His Highness, I’m here to do a job.” I stated, taking a small step back to put more space between us. He smelt of cheap cologne, old spice deodorant, and breath mints.
My face cringed in a reaction as he opened his mouth to speak again, but I cut him off.
“You really shouldn’t be gossiping about the royal family, they can fire you for breathing too hard so tread lightly and know your place.” I scolded, noticing the stain on his white dress shirt, and the way his in-ear radio was carelessly clipped to his shirt.
Ugh, he’s a complete mess.
“Serious about your work, just like your father, I expected just as much. See you around Y/n.” He said winking at me before grinning again.
My face scrunched up in discomfort before I took swift steps towards the opened doors into the huge high ceiling entrance way of the palace. The white walls accompanied by some white pillars are a sight to marvel at. The hard marble floor has beautiful gold designs while a long strip of a thick and fiery red carpet was laid out.
Anyone would stop to stare at the marvelous architecture and atmosphere but I strolled right through, having seen the inside of the palace many times.
My middle school and early high school days were filled with after school days in the palace, trailing behind my father silently, observing and taking mental notes of everything he did.
My father has been The current King, Kim Taejoon’s advisor since before I was born. He was originally his Majesty’s consult, a temporary advisor for Prince’s during the process of coronation and marriage pursuing.
He assisted His majesty in preparing for his coronation to King. He was also there in assisting with the finding of a bride, who is now Her Majesty Queen Kim Minji, previously Park Minji of the Busan kingdom.
Through that marriage, The Kingdom of Seoul, which was previously the Daegu kingdom before expansion, controlled the most kingdoms of all the rulers. This made it so Gangwon-do was the only province not under The Kim’s Royal family and their monarchy. Gangwon-do neighbors the Seoul province which is home to the Royal palace.
The Gangwon-do province is under the Min Royal family, who were the rulers of the Daegu Kingdom before The Kim family came into power. The history is messy and a bit ugly, so it’s understandable that the Min Royal family sees no possibility of the two families merging.
King Taejoon and Queen Minji had 2 children, a son, and a daughter, though not much is known about their children. Unlike other royal families, ever since the rule of King Taesung(The current King’s father), the children of the royal family are kept out of the spotlight till a certain age.
His Highness Prince Taehyung’s face wasn’t known to the public till he was 19 years old. He’s turning 25 next month and I can’t say the country knows much about him. I’d only seen him in passing when I was tailing my father in the palace. He didn’t speak much, often showing scoffs or sadistic smirks in reply to things. But it doesn’t matter what I think of him, it matters what the Kingdom thinks of him.
I was assigned to Prince Taehyung’s consultation, and if I do well, I could be assigned his advisor. I’d be set with a wonderful job and wonderful pay for life.
A lot of friends ask me why I settled on such a career, seeing as Royal advisors have no social life and basically have their whole lives revolve around their royal client. I’ve seen that first hand, watching my dad miss family events, birthdays, and important milestones in my life.
Though the lack of his presence has caused us to grow distant, I can’t say I’m mad at him. I sort of wish I resented him but from the moment I was born, my father was always all about the royal family. I never had any other expectations.
My father has nothing to do with my decision to take this career path, and I can’t pinpoint what the turning point was, but the royal family interested me.
“I know it’s easy to say everyone is human and though that is true, never put yourself on the same playing field as royals.” My father says sternly, “They are not your equals, and will never be. They look at common people like us through a lens of constant pity and obligation.”
I stare up at him, my 15-year-old mind not fully understanding the heaviness of his words.
“Never mistake their kindness for fondness, I have seen first hand the royals believe they owe loyalty to no one, not even their own people.”
Those are words my father has drilled into me since I told him I wanted to pursue this field of work. A consultant’s job is to not be seen and to barely be heard. I understand, and that may have worked with His Majesty Taejoon, but Prince Taehyung is another case.
I know my place. I am a commoner, an obligation to the royal family but I am going to my job well. I will not spare Prince Taehyung’s feelings. If in the presence of those who look down on me as having nothing…I’ll make sure to retain my honesty.
At the end of the entryway stands a familiar figure. Her hair slicked back just like mine, but flowing down her back into a nice ponytail.
She wore all black; her blazer, her blouse and the pencil skirt were all black. Her heels were even black, with red bottoms making an appearance with the slightest foot movements. Her pink painted lips stretched into a friendly smile and I smiled back.
“Michelle, it’s so good to see you!” I say as I get closer to her. She opens her arms and pulls me into a hug. I wasn’t really prepared for it, but I returned anyway.
She smelt of a heavy fragrance that was also pulling my senses into a tight hug. As we pulled back from the hug, I readjusted the briefcase hanging from my shoulder.
“I knew with your father’s recommendation, you would be His Majesty’s choice for Prince Taehyung’s consultation. He said something about, a young person such as yourself would understand the Prince well.” She chuckles at the statement, her eyes scrunching closed to show some crows feet.
Michelle is youthful for her age, though I don’t know exactly how old she is, she has been the Queen’s advisor since I could remember. She says her youthful appearance is due to her constant smiling. She was so different from my father in her methods.
Unlike my father who was stiff and often aloof to His Majesty’s attempts in establishing a friendship, Michelle was more like girl pals with Her Majesty. Michelle was always smiling and radiating a kind aura, just like the Queen.
Though it could be that a Queen’s duties differ from a King’s duties. That doesn’t mean Michelle’s job isn’t tough. She studied the history of South Korea, along with extensive political studies. She needs to know everyone and everything, since she would be advising her Majesty.
It must have been harder for her, since she isn’t native to South Korea; maybe that’s why we relate to each other so well.
But the studying for such a job never stops. We must always keep up with things changing around the world, and how they could affect South Korea. It’s a job that requires you to change along with the times, leaving barely any time for something else.
“I can’t be certain if I could understand him, but I’ll do my best to assist him.” I answered, straightening out my blazer.
“I’m sure you will, the coronation process is always so hectic, so I wish you the best of luck. His highness is gonna be tough to mold.” She whispers, before waving her hand for me to follow her. I stroll right next to her, knowing exactly where we were headed.
This whole wing of the palace is strictly political. As we exited the entryway, the hallway we were walking through almost acted as a balcony, giving a preview of the large ballroom that was the center of this wing.
We took a turn to a completely walled hallway. We were headed to the executive conference room. That’s how it always happens. It’s nearing December and the royal family meets to sort through the plans for the coming year.
“How is it going?” I asked as we turned another corner, the walls now a rich creme color with gold details and gold light fixtures.
She kisses her teeth, “Not so well, Prince Taehyung is less than enthusiastic about this stage of his life. His Majesty is usually pretty lenient with the Prince since he shows potential in his political plans for the kingdom, but the two are butting heads.”
“Why is that?”
Michelle sighs, “His Highness feels like his father is rushing the process, and if it feels rushed and forced the general public will be more reluctant to accept him.”
Well…that makes sense. I don’t have to say anything for Michelle to look at me with a pressed smirk.
“Exactly.” She said when she held my gaze, “Prince Taehyung isn’t stupid he’s just difficult.”
“It would have made things easier if he was an airhead.” I said under my breath. Michelle giggles as she catches wind of my words.
“It’s easier to mold stupid.” She muttered in agreeance as we came to a heavy looking door, guarded by too many men in white dress shirts and black slacks.
They gave both of us a nod of acknowledgement then Michelle stepped forward and opened the door. I followed in behind her, a wave of goosebumps hitting my skin at the difference in temperature. The room was a bit colder than the hallway, leaving my body to react.
Why would they have the AC so high? It’s November for goodness sake.
She gently closes the door behind her and comes to stand beside me. We stood near the door, waiting for a time to introduce our presence.
“That’s such a shallow approach.” A deep voice said. The room was wide, and long but the ceilings weren’t too high. There were no windows and the walls were alder wood panels. In the middle of the room was a large rectangular table that stretched out. There were many seats at the table but right now there were only a few people.
His Majesty King Taejoon sat at the head of the table. Sitting to his right was the Queen. Beside the Queen was a lovely young lady. Princess Cho-hee sat there in sweats. She looks like she was dragged out of bed. Seeing as It’s 9am on a Saturday, I can understand her carelessness.
Her eyes were glued to her phone and she wasn’t tuning in to the conversation at all.
Sitting to the left of King Taejoon was who I presumed to be Prince Taehyung. From where we were standing, the King was directly facing us, so I could see Prince Taehyung’s profile.
He leaned back in the chair, his arms crossed over his chest in a bored manner. He stared up at the ceiling and wasn’t looking at the King as he spoke.
His hair was black and a bit long. His bangs were almost in his eyes, but not enough to obscure his sight. His hair had curls in it, so I’d say it was permed. He had strong features, looking a lot more like his father than his mother.
He wore a white shirt with a grey cardigan. His fingers were graced with some rings and his hands were also so pretty. He oozes high class and wealth.
“Excuse me?” King Taejoon responds.
The Prince looked at his father, a dull and bored expression in his eyes.
“You claim that you want to mend things with the Min family, by forming an allyship with them. I agree with that. But through marriage?”
“You just don’t want to get married.” His Majesty argued.
Taehyung smiled, nodding his head, “That’s partially correct, but I’m looking at the bigger picture. Mending things with the Min family through marriage is lazy.”
The room grew heavy as the Prince’s sharp tone didn’t match the smirk on his lips.
“Marrying the Min Family’s princess doesn’t actually resolve anything. Why are we all dancing around the issues with the Min family and their kingdom? It’ll be a slap in the face to them to try to fix things through marriage.”
“What do you suggest, son?” The King raised an eyebrow at Taehyung. His tone revealed true curiosity, but his face showed doubt. He wasn’t sure what the Prince was going to suggest, seeing as the history with the Min Kingdom is a rough one.
“We need to find a place and time to discuss things. We’ll probably have to involve the United Nations. A formal apology needs to be issued to them, followed by a plan that will show growth for both Kingdoms. It’ll be a long road but it’s better than an allyship formed by marriage.” Taehyung says, followed by a yawn.
“Can you guarantee success?” The Queen suddenly speaks up, looking at both her husband and son. Her fiery eyes didn’t give anything away. That’s one thing the Queen was always good at. Her eyes were always kind and sweet no matter the situation, but I’m certain her thoughts were racing.
“No, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they spit in our faces,” Prince Taehyung says confidently. He fiddles with the rings on his fingers while pondering.
“It’s most likely they’d spit in our faces either way. We can’t be surprised. We’re cleaning up grandpa’s mess.” Prince Taehyung says it casually but an audible gasp sounds through the room. It almost felt like the room got colder and a miserable stillness fell over the room.
I was almost scared to breathe too loudly. Everyone except for Prince Taehyung had gotten visibly stiff. Princess Cho-hee even stopped to look up from her phone. Her eyes started around the faces at the table.
His Majesty, the King, was staring at his son with harsh and surprised eyes. Prince was unaware, still focusing on his rings.
Prince Taehyung’s grandfather….King Taesung. A true tyrant. I shivered at the thought of the man, hoping Michelle didn’t notice.
Prince Taehyung’s Grandfather King Taesung started off as commander and chief for the Daegu Kingdom when it was under the Min family’s rule.
The path taken to bring the Kim family to the power they have now was an awful one. Overtaking the Min family and gaining rule of Daegu. The Min family fled Gangwon-do, a province that was also under their rule. Over the years King Taesung conquered more and more provinces. After conquering the Seoul province they moved the capital from Daegu to Seoul and called it the Seoul Republic of South Korea.
King Taesung made no attempt to conquer Gangwon-do, leaving the Min family in power of the province to this day. King Taesung was an awful ruler. Harsh, demanding and cold hearted. He struck fear into the people, and only craved power.
I never met him before he died, only heard of him through history books and from my father. My father became King Taejoon’s consult while the kingdom was still under Kim Taesung’s rule. My father often spoke of how no warmth could be felt from that man.
His presence commanded respect and he carried his authority on his shoulders. Under his rule, the economy did…okay. There was no growth and most of the population lived middle class lives. King Taesung did not care about the options of his people. The people had no trust in the Kim royal family.
Those who spoke ill of King Taesung would be jailed or worse. He severed alliances with other countries, removing all of the Seoul Republic of South Korea. The Gangwon-do Republic of South Korea stayed a part of the United Nations, having them gain support from America, France and more.
King Taesung’s thirst for power weakened the country in the long run.
They try to speak as little of him as possible. Not only for the sake of the politicians, but for King Taejoon. Though it’s never been confirmed, it’s said that King Taesung was very abusive to his children.
I whole-heartedly believe the only reason my father let me shadow him starting in high school was because King Taesung died a few months before that.
King Taejoon has been doing his best to regain the people’s trust in the Kim family and undo the damage his father created. The Seoul Republic of Korea has mended their ties with many other countries and are now part of the United Nations again.
Under King Taejoon’s rule, the economy soared and the people were doing better. Things are going well, but there is an underlying panic among the general public.
The public barely knows Prince Taehyung and are worried if they’ll land themselves another tyrant King.
“What?” Prince Taehyung said after looking up from his hands. He looked at his mother and father, his perplexed facial expression proving that he truly didn’t feel the shift in the air.
“You’re such an idiot!” His sister hisses at him.
The Prince shows a playful smile to his sister before turning his attention back to his father.
“I am not going to be married off as a deal to keep peace but grandpa was an autocrat.” Taehyung adds before turning his attention back to his rings. He fiddles with them, randomly adjusting them while everyone else is left with the tense atmosphere caused by his words.
I took in a deep breath through my nose, knowing that his plainspoken attitude would be left for me to deal with.
As if he hadn’t noticed us before, the King holds eye contact with me. His eyes grow wide with excitement, and he glances at his son. Taehyung was still occupied by his rings, now moving onto the watch on his wrist.
“What do you think Ms. L/n?” He asks me as a small smile appears on his lips. I wasn’t expecting him to ask my opinion. I should be honest right?
My eyes flicker to Prince Taehyung who was no longer looking at his watch. His eyes were on me. He still looked bored but his body language changed. He leaned back on arm rest on the chair so his body was facing my way.
I held eye contact with him for a moment, moving my attention back to the King. But not quickly enough to miss the way Prince Taehyung’s eyes moved down my body.
“Your Majesty, you’d like my opinion on the Min family matter?” I clarify.
The King nods, “Yes! And just call me Mr. Kim. I’ve known your father for too long for all these formalities.”
“I believe…” I trail off, moving my eyes back to Prince Taehyung who was now staring at me with narrow eyes. He no longer looked bored. He looked like he was waiting to meet my eyes again. When our eyes met he raised his brows swiftly as if to tease me.
Ugh. There he goes. I heard he likes to act like that. When I was briefed on the Prince’s general behavior, I was warned he likes to flirt to distract from his work. He flirts as if to show that he takes nothing seriously. He’s a jokester in some ways and oddly overserious in others. That’ll be no problem for me to deal with.
I can’t lie, he’s a very beautiful man, but none of that matters. I’m only here for a job. Pointless flirting and teasing from Prince Taehyung is just something that comes with the job. I hope he doesn’t take me for a woman that can be swayed by looks. My father raised me stronger than that.
“I believe that Prince Taehyung is right,” I look back to the King, “The method of mending ties with the Min Royal family is going to need more than a marital union. It would be seen as a shallow and lazy approach by the Min family.” I answered honestly, ignoring the small grin that appeared on Prince Taehyung’s face.
He turns to the King, “Do you believe it now that a consultant said it?” The grin now held a sinister undertone.
The King ignores the question and waves me forward. Michelle leaves her spot beside me and makes her way to stand by the Queen. I walk the other way and walk till I am standing beside his Majesty, putting me between him and Prince Taehyung.
I left some space so I wasn’t too close to them, adjusting my briefcase strap on my shoulder. The King shows me a wide smile.
“I’m so glad to see you Y/n! I would always see you following behind your father and here you are! You’re going to by consulting my son! Oh how time flies.” He said. Prince Taehyung, who couldn’t keep his eyes off me, was now reaching into his pocket to grab his phone. He started scrolling through text messages.
Ugh, rude.
“Taehyung, this is Y/n! I told you she would be your consultant! She knows her stuff and I believe she’ll help you over the next year.”
He was fiercely typing something, and I heard the phone as he pressed ended and sent a text message. Before his father could yell at him to pay attention, he was looking up at me.
“Yeah, I remember you telling me.” He answers his father while holding eye contact with me. He had a playful glint in his eyes.
“Does she know the schedule?” He turns back to his father.
“I’m certain she does. Y/n is always on top of things.” The King looks at me expectantly. I notice the Queen also watching me with a small smile.
I didn’t expect the King and Queen to act so familiar with me. I’d only see them in passing when I was shadowing my father. Though I remember my father speaking often of how close King Taejoon always attempted to get.
He called my father his friend, very often.
“Yes,” I answer, noticing now that everyone’s attention was on me.
“His Highness Prince Taehyung turns 25 next month, he will be having a celebration and his Majesty will announce the succession. The coronation is next year in September. Prince Taehyung should have the proper studies and traditions complete by then. He is also expected to be engaged by December next year.” I explained, looking at both Prince Taehyung, the Queen and the King.
The only one smiling was the King. He nodded his head confirming that I was right.
“Y/n?” The Queen’s smooth voice called out. I looked at her, waiting for her comment.
She leaned forward a bit, “Do you believe you will be able to meet those deadlines?” She wasn’t doubting me, but the look in her eyes asked a different question.
My son is difficult, are you sure you can handle him?
“Certainly.” I answered confidently.
“All this talk of engagement is pointless! I already have a person in mind!” Taehyung exclaimed, causing his mother and his sister to roll their eyes.
“You’ve been saying that forever!” His sister contends, “We know you’re lying! Stop trying to stall on things.” His sister looks at me.
“Don’t entertain him on that notion. He doesn’t have anyone in mind. He’s been pulling my parents legs for a few months, hoping to stall the process.” She explains glaring at her older brother.
Prince Taehyung abruptly turns to me, surprising me as he took one of my hands in both of his.
“Marry me?” He said breathlessly, his eyes wide and twinkling.
I stare down at him, not amused or moved.
I gaze down at him for a moment, sure that the annoyance I’m feeling is visible on my face.
A scoff sounds from Cho-hee. The princess grins, “She didn’t even blink. She’s not moved at all.”
Prince Taehyung drops my hand, the dreamy look in his eyes fading.
“Your heart wasn’t stirred?” He asked.
“No.” I answer.
“Not even a bit? Your heart didn’t skip a beat?”
“No, your highness..” I answer.
Cho-hee snickers, “Yeah Tae, not every woman wants a prince to sweep them off their feet.” Cho-hee looks at me again, eager to share something.
“He also asked the 52 year old pastry chef to marry him.” She informs me.
I’m sure he did.
“And that random female bodyguard.” The Queen added.
Cho-hee leans over to her mother, “He sees no significance in marriage or love. You gave birth to a robot mom.” I noticed Michelle, who was silent behind the Queen, stifled a giggle.
Cho-hee whispered loud enough for everyone to hear causing Prince Taehyung to snap back.
“And you’re a gremlin so I guess mom was giving birth to all types of weird things!”
Cho-hee gasps, “Take that back!”
Their banter becomes background noise as the King asks for my attention again.
“Y/n, please take good care of my son.” He says in a low voice.
“Of course.” I bowed slightly, glancing at The Prince Taehyung who was back to scrolling on his phone.
I don’t have much more to say to him, but rather turn to Michelle.
“I’ll show you where your office is.” Michelle says kindly. I nod, make my move to follow her. I stop short and look at Prince Taehyung again.
“I look forward to working for you, your highness.” I bow slightly. Prince Taehyung looks my way. I watch his eyes move from my face and down to my…chest? No…my neck. He glances at my neck and back up to my eyes.
“Flattery doesn’t work on me.” He mutters, and stares at his phone screen.
“Thankfully, I am here to do a job, not win you over.” I say sternly.
Fuck! I shouldn’t have said that! He gawks at me with wide eyes, surprised by my comment, while Princess Cho-hee covers her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing.
The King simply watches our interaction silently with the Queen smirks.
I bow once more before walking around the table to get to Michelle waiting patiently at the door.
“That was a bit too far.” She said as we exited the room, “Your father–”
“My father’s methods are not my methods.” I cut her off, “I won’t let him walk all over me. My father was too passive. I am not.”
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So, how are y’all feeling about this? So, idk how long i want this series to be. according to my outline its gonna be 12 parts but i never stick to my outline. Please let me know what you think! :DD
This story is gonna have a lot of world building and a lot of information (Kingdoms, history, politics), so please PLEASE if you are confused about anything, ask me in the inbox!
The warmth I’m feeling isn’t coming from the hot shower I just stepped out of. It was a warm feeling in my chest, along with the nervous patter of my heart. So I’m spending the night here? The rain doesn’t show any signs of stopping, and the cracking of thunder is enough to keep anyone inside.
Hoseok gave me a long sweatshirt of his along with some basketball shorts. I used the towel he provided to dry myself off and slip on the clothes he gave me. As I’m staring at myself in the partially fogged up mirror, I get a flashback to what happened in the car.
My skin still tickled with his soft but wanting touches. I’m also shocked at my actions. I really dug my hand into his pants with no shame. I stroked his dick, and begged for him to fuck me in the back of his car.
I shook my head, as if to shake off the embarrassment of the past events. As I removed myself from my thoughts, I recognized the sound of another running shower. Hoseok must be using his other bathroom to take a shower. I hung up the towel and grabbed my rain soaked clothes.
I stepped out of the bathroom, my hot skin being met by the cold air that circulated the hallway was refreshing, and caused me to sigh in bliss.
I shyly looked side to side, staring at the hallway that led to more rooms, and the way that led to the living room. I took small and hesitant steps towards the other doors down the hallway, not sure what I was looking for.
I came to a door that I thought was a closet and opened it, surprised to see a washer and dryer stacked on top of each other in the cramped space. They were clearly the newest model, and still had that new appliance gloss. The dryer already had something in it, making my stand on my tiptoes to glance in through the clear circular door. I recognized the shirt, and came to the conclusion that it was the clothes Hoseok wore on the date.
He must have thrown them in here while I was in the shower. I opened the dryer and tossed my clothes in, my eyes reading all the dials before setting them and pressing start.
The dryer hummed quietly while the clothes tumbled and turned inside. It was only a light vibration as well. Very different from my dryer, which was loud and echoed throughout my place.
Hoseok is clearly a man of luxury, even with the most simple things. I closed the door and walked down the hallway to the balcony-like area. I slowly made my way down the stairs and to the living room, finding time to gawk around at the decor. It’s simple like Hoseok, yet luxurious. It’s nothing overbearing either.
Hoseok doesn’t seem like the type to flaunt his wealth in excess. No big mansion with a bunch of unused rooms, but rather a comfortable and roomy condo. I stared into the darkness that was outside, and the other buildings in the distance.
Seeing as the whole left wall was glass, it made the room feel a bit larger. Small threads of light from other buildings giving me a sliver of the raindrops floating down towards the ground. I watched lightning whip through the sky, the thunder that followed being a loud rumble.
Speaking of rumble, my stomach makes a grunt sound, reminding me that we weren’t able to get dinner. With my hand pressed to my stomach, I shyly turned towards the dark walk way, strolling up the two small steps and cautiously venturing into the space.
My hands move along the wall hoping to find a light switch. My feet shuffled carefully, and I inched around, trying to keep from crashing into something.
My fingers run across something circular and hit it. Lights come shining on and I wince at the brightness, turning the circular dial to dim it. I look around to see a medium sized rectangular table with a few chairs. It seems to be a dining table, but with different sheets of paper scattered all about. There were opened binders and files carelessly thrown down.
You’d think Hoseok would have left them in a hurry, so he didn’t have time to clean it up.
I looked to my left to see some of the kitchen. It was barely visible, but the dining room lights gave me enough to see the switch for the kitchen. I switched the lights on and strolled in, my feet making a slapping noise on the cool tile floor.
The kitchen matched the penthouse perfectly. All the appliances were a shining silver while the medium sized island, cabinets and all the countertops were a smooth black wood. The tile floor was an imitation of white oak wood that kept the place from seeming too dark. It was spacious and unlike the dining room, very clean.
Everything has its place and would make anyone uncomfortable to move it. The coffee machine next to the mug rack that was next to the blender, before the gas stove interrupted the smooth countertop.
On the other side of the stove was a rice cooker and a toaster. All the appliances showed signs of being used, but were cleaned wonderfully.
I turned my eyes to the large two wide door fridge that had a drawer at the bottom as the freezer. I approach the fridge, staring at it. I glanced around me, as if I was doing something bad.
Is it okay for me to open his fridge? Should I wait for him to come back before I ask if I can cook something? I reached a hand out to rest on the handle before opening one of the doors.
Hoseok’s fridge was stocked beautifully. All the water bottles lined up like the aesthetic posts I would see on Tumblr. The condiments were organized and all the foods were set in certain places. Now I really feel bad to go in there and mess it up.
I open the other door and scan all the foods and items, deciding on some beef japchae. I started to take out the ingredients, taking the cuts of beef that were wrapped in one of the fridge compartments. I moved to the cabinets, getting more comfortable as I pulled out the needed items.
I found all the seasonings and bowls I would need while I hummed a song I heard on the radio.
I jump slightly when I heard a door closing, followed by footsteps coming down the stairs in a bit of a rush. I keep my eyes on the entrance way that connected the dining room with the living room. It wasn’t long before Hoseok’s figure rushes through, his cell phone pressed to his ear.
“No, no! Move it to next week! I will not let them threaten me in such a way.” He hissed into the phone, striding to the papers spread out on the dining table. He throws a glance my way, and I notice his eyes move about the kitchen. He saw all the things I took out and looked back at me in question.
I couldn’t answer, as the person on the phone had grabbed his attention once again. He wore a simple Tee with a colorful graphic on it, along with some black basketball shorts. I giggled at the butterflies building in my stomach. I’ve never seen Hoseok in comfortable clothes like he is now.
I took a deep breath as my eyes stayed on him. He was looking through the different sheets of paper on the table. He was muttering something, whether to himself or the person on the phone; I can’t be sure.
His brows furrowed as he stared down, listening to whatever was being said to him. I leaned against the counter, my arm pushing some of the items I laid out. His hair was still damp, and disheveled. Probably the results of a towel being roughly rubbed over it.
“They aren’t going to get a better offer. I am not going to use my time off to try to prove myself for some petty investment. I won’t call them, I won’t even send out an email.” He barked, rolling his eyes.
Whoever he was speaking to, was slowly pulling him into a bad mood. My mouth scrunched up bitterly, hoping that work wouldn’t take up all his time tonight. I turned my focus back to the food, taking out the meat preparing it.
I was zipping around the kitchen, Hoseok’s business banter fading into the background. I put the pot on the stove and got it nice and hot for the beef. Hoseok still stood at the table, making me wonder why he didn’t take a seat.
He probably was hoping to not waste this night with work as well. His reluctance to sit down showed his effort of finishing the call quickly.
I glanced towards the rice cooker, now that I wanted to pair sides of rice with the glass noodle dish. I looked in his, his eyes trained down on the table while he focused intently. I took small steps in his direction, my movement catching his attention right away.
As I got closer, he put a hand on my lower back, turning his phone away from his mouth to look at me. I leaned in a bit, the fresh smell of his soap tingling my senses.
“Can I use the rice cooker?” I whispered, trying to keep my voice down so as to not let my presence be known to those on the phone.
He smiled and rubbed my lower back in a very loving manner, “Yeah go ahead princess.” Unlike me, he didn’t whisper but spoke loudly, the tiny chatter I could barely hear from his phone had gone quiet. I went back to the kitchen and began with the rice and rice cooker.
“I was talking to my girlfriend.” Hoseok said as a matter of fact. He pauses and scoffs, turning his back to me while his tone grew sharp.
“Mr. Robins, I told you it was my time off. Don’t act surprised now! You’ve already cut into an important night so might as well finish this.”
When Hoseok speaks again it’s been a few minutes. I’m cooking the beef in the pan, the cackling and sizzling of it in the pan drowning out his words.
“Tell them I said that such petty threats do nothing for me. Let them know that my offer has an expiration date.” He pauses, glancing at me.
“Also Mr. Robins, don’t call outside of work hours anymore. I allowed it in the past, but let’s not make it a habit anymore. So tonight is the last time. But yes, talk to you soon.”
I turn my focus back to the meat, cooking it evenly before moving it to a plate. I start to put the noodles in the pot with boiling water and move to cut the vegetables I set out.
“Let me help.” Hoseok says from beside me. I jump, surprised to see him so close. His phone was no longer with him and set on the dining table. He looked down at me with a kind smile, his dimples on display as he did so.
“Okay,” I giggle, “Can you cut the vegetables for me?” He nods, and moves to the sink to watch his hands.
“You made yourself comfortable,” He chuckles, looking over his shoulder at me.
My cheeks warm up, “See, I knew you were going to say that. I was going to wait to ask if I could use your kitchen but I got hungry.”
We work in a comfortable silence, the sound of water boiling and the clunk of the knife hitting the cutting board. I drained the noodles and checked on the rice in the rice cooker.
We work efficiently and Hoseok turns to randomly smile at me every few minutes. I giggled each time, asking him if something was wrong. He’d only smile and shake his head no. The noodles were just about done, and I was lightly stir-frying them with the beef and the vegetables. Hoseok was washing the dishes.
This moment felt very domestic and I loved it. It wasn’t long before I was plating both meals and bringing them to the dining table. I gently moved some of the papers to the side, shuffling others together into stacks. Hoseok swiftly washed the rest of the dishes while I set the table.
His quick movements revealed just how hungry he was. I can’t be surprised. I’m sure his lunch was earlier in the day, and the rain killed our plans. He saw me shivering and thought it’d be better to cancel the dinner reservation he had for after the movie.
We eat in silence for a bit, our stomachs were crying out for some food. The pleased exhale as he eats has me thanking my mom in my heart.
The times she’d make me stay with her in the kitchen has come in handy. That’s how she’d try to bond with me, since work kept her away a lot. I naturally picked up on her recipes and at the young age of 12, I could cook dinner for the whole family.
That’s how the dream of becoming a chef manifested itself. My parents supported it, believing that’s what I was really going to pursue. But it was a phase I held onto for a year.
“It’s good?” I asked, taking my chopsticks and grabbing my side of rice. I put some rice in my mouth, watching Hoseok for an answer. He chewed and swallowed the noodles before grinning at me.
“You know it’s good.” He answered in a teasing manner, “I might have you over here every night.” He looks down at his food, missing the way my eyes widen at his words.
Have me over here every night? He was too focused on his food to notice my still figure. By the time I snapped out of it, a pregnant quiet fell over us.
Once again it was a comfortable quiet. We were simply enjoying each other’s company. We’d talk every once in a while, Hoseok finding something to say that would cause me to laugh. Was he always this funny?
I narrowed my eyes at him, realizing that he was speaking his thoughts more. I enjoyed it, gladly listening to whatever he’d have to say.
“What time do you need to wake up tomorrow?” His question was coming out of left field, seeing as he was previously talking about how much he enjoyed the seasoning on the beef.
“I’ll need to get home then get ready, so probably 8 am. They have me coming in later, since I’m only doing paperwork.” A slight pout on my lips as I spoke. Ugh, paperwork. It’s what I dislike the most about my job but I’ll be confined in my office doing just that.
“Okay, I’ll drive you home, then to work.” He informs me, taking some more noodles in his mouth.
I could only nod in response, and we returned to silence. We never really said that I’d be staying the night, but a wordless understanding was met. As I finished my food, I noticed Hoseok glancing at his phone, checking the time. I drummed my fingers lightly on the table, curious if he had something he had to attend to.
I waited till he was done with his food, looking up to meet my blank expression.
“What’s up?” He says simply, putting his chopsticks into the bigger glass bowl.
I lean forward, setting an elbow on the table, “Do you have something to do? You keep looking at your phone.”
He blinks at me, trying to figure out how to respond. The guilty look on his face told me everything I needed to know.
“I just have some contracts I need to write up. I didn’t want to ignore you while yo–”
I cut him off, vigorously shaking my head.
“It’s fine,” I reassure him, “I know you’re a busy man, and you weren’t expecting me to be staying here so you don’t have to entertain me. I’ll watch TV or something.”
He raises an eyebrow at me, his hair now dry and ruffled out like it was just brushed.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” I confirm, reaching my hand out to smooth out his hair.
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I only watched TV for an hour before I was growing bored. I grabbed the remote, flipping through the channels. I passed various shows, seeing the scenes flash on the large flat screen for no more than a second. I groaned into defeat, deciding that I’d just review some medical notes from my email.
I noticed my purse carelessly thrown on the loveseat adjacent to me. I stood up, grabbing the pursue and situating myself in that same loveseat.
I figured that since Hoseok was somewhere in the condo working, I couldn’t disturb him much from the living room. I glanced around me, looking at the spiral stairs that led to the second level.
Using bluetooth, I connected my phone to the Bose soundbar that the TV was using as an output. Music always helps me study and review. Whether it was patient files or some techniques that I had to brush up on.
My phone showed that it was 11:47pm. After a long day of work, I would have been knocked out on my bed, knowing that another tiring day was waiting for me in the morning. I took note that my phone was at 56%. I’d had to go bother Hoseok for a charger soon.
I hit shuffle on my studying playlist, and opened up my emails to review patient notes. I won’t be working those cases till next week but it was good to show up prepared. I keep the volume low, leaving it just loud enough to fill the living room. If it’s too loud, Hoseok will let me know.
I’m looking over files and notes on a burn victim, along with the progress on Mrs. Choi. Her physical therapy is going well. It’s moving slowly but they believe she will walk again, however it seems her motivation is dwindling.
Her husband shows no signs of progress. He is still in a coma that leaves doctors to truly unable understand the length of the damage he has from the car accident.
The notes were a lot. Long detailed files and charts for patients. I’ll be the one typing all these up when I head back to work. As the song changes to something with a faster tempo, I start bobbing my head to the beat. Soon my shoulders join in, having my body do a stiff and closed off jig in my seat.
My attention was on the notes, so I wasn’t putting much effort into my rhythmic movements. I’m sitting there reading for some time, and when I check the time again it’s 12:54am.
I take a break, locking my phone and dropping it in the loveseat as I stand up. My playlist is still on, a funky R&B song coming on just as I’m walking towards the dining room. I was going to head into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
I stop my steps, letting my hips sway to the beat in the middle of the living room. I close my eyes, mouthing the words and slowing my movements to the breakdown of the song. I let the song get to the chorus before I stroll to the dining room.
I walk to the beat, switching on the dining room lights. I could faintly hear the song, singing the song under my breath now. I don’t bother turning on the kitchen lights. I grab a water bottle like this as if my own home and dash back to the living room.
I barely turn off the dining room lights as my feet shuffle along the floor. I’m back in the center of the living room, opening the bottle to take a sip of water before setting it on the center table. The space between the center table and the couches was enough for me to dance.
I just felt like dancing, forgetting that I wasn’t in my own apartment. However, Hoseok’s presence somewhere else in this place brought a sense of safety and comfort. The notes were all forgotten about as another song came on,having me rock to the beat.
I’m circling my hips in a provocative manner, bending my knees and holding one arm up as I do so. I stick my tongue out a bit, feeling myself. My confidence is growing since I’m by myself. Or so I thought.
I keep dancing, closing my eyes as if it could help me hit the high notes the singer was reaching. The slow winding of my hips momentarily stutter to a stop when two hands enclose either side of them.
I jump, the touch startling me. I felt Hoseok’s chest against my back and his breath on the back of my neck. I let out a shaky breath as his crotch lightly brushed my butt. I hear his shallow breaths close to my ear. His hands are big, his hands are hot and grip me just right.
Trying to shake off the hot and heavy atmosphere falling over us, I kept dancing as I was, humming the song as if nothing had changed. My butt brushing his crotch every movement.
“Are you done with your contracts? That didn’t take too long.” I said over my shoulder.
“I worked quickly cause I could hear you having your own little party out here.” His voice was playful. He placed a kiss on the back of my neck, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body.
We establish a steady rhythm, his hips moving with mine. It wasn’t crazy sexual, but I was impressed by how fluidly his hips moved, along with the bit of distance he kept between my rear end and his crotch, like he was worried I wouldn’t like him pressed on me.
“I was reading some notes, but the music distracted me.” I answered, as a slower track came on. Our bodies swayed in a sluggish fashion. I lean my body back into him, my whole body pressed into him. I leaned my head back, and closed my eyes.
“I can relate.” He says softly.
“Oh yeah,” I mention, “You said you wanted to be a dancer?” His hands on my hips are replaced by his arms enclosing my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder, his cheek against my cheek.
He giggles at the uncertainty in my voice, “Is it still hard to believe?”
“A little bit.” I reply, “What type of dancing did you do?”
Hoseok inhales and exhales slowly, looking forward like he could see the memorie playing before him.
“I’d dance whatever I could learn,” He says vaguely, “I was just happy to be dancing.”
“You can still dance…with me. I’ll always be your dancing partner.”
“Thank you for the offer Y/n…I’ll gladly think about it.”
“I mean I’m no professional, but I can stay on beat, and I like to have fun so you’ll never be bored.”
He opens his mouth and closes it again, deciding not to speak.
“But before you can even ponder on my offer, you have to show me your dancing skills! I need to see what you got!” I challenge, and his arms pull me in tighter to him. I could feel the steady hits of his heartbeat against my back.
The song faded to quiet, before another track began. It picked up a bit more than the last track, fun and quick tango beat to it.
Hoseok let me out of his arms, spinning me around to face him. I was astounded by the speed in which he spun me around. He clasped one hand of mine in his. He moved my other hand to rest on the bicep of his arm that had it’s hand placed on my waist.
He straightened his posture, tilting his chin up a bit while he gazed down at me.
“Just follow after me okay?” He said quietly, as if we were dancing in secret.
I tried. I tried to keep up. The first few steps were rough. He was clearly moving a bit slower for me, waiting as I caught onto the basic steps, before he picked up the pace. It was easy to dance with Hoseok after that.
He was truly leading me, surprising me with some quick spins and other flares of flavor.
I giggled as he spun me, bringing me close to his body. My chest was falling and rising as I tried to catch my breath, staring back into Hoseok’s eyes.
It was only a second as he began to move his feet again, having me follow along with the rhythmic steps.
Now my arm was wrapped around his shoulder and neck, while my other hand was clasped in his. I yelped in surprise as he dipped me. So low I was worried he’d drop me. As he brings me back up, I let go of his hand and wrap my other arm around his neck.
He brings his face close to mine as we stand there, catching our breath. I, breathing a lot more heavy than him.
Hoseok shows a soft smile, wrapping both his arms around my waist.
“Wow,” I say in-between small gasps for air, “You really can dance.”
Hoseok chuckles at my dazed expression, leaning forward to kiss my lips. A peck so quick, by the time my eyes are fluttering closed, he is pulling away.
“Do you want to get back to your patient notes?” He licks his lips, his eyes flickering down to my lips.
I shake my head, “I want you to kiss me again.”
He hums in response, leaning in close to kiss me again. A short peck, followed by a lingering kiss. His arms around me tightened and melted into him. Our heads tilted as we deepened the kiss. My heart hammering in my ears, and my stomach twisting into nervous knots.
His lips are soft, warm and welcoming. Everytime we kiss, it feels like I’m trying to get a message of my feelings to him. Hoseok, however, kisses me slowly and in a cherishing manner. Like it’ll be the last time he kisses me, like he needs me to breathe.
Each and every time, I’m left weak in the knees. My heart is squeezing with delight. He doesn’t always say how he feels. A lot of time he’ll say it randomly or in passing, as if he didn’t want a whole moment around it.
But the execution of his actions make me feel warm inside.
The small touches, his hand on my back, the way he’ll pause a work call to listen to whatever I have to say. Picturing him as the same cold gentlemen I met nearly 4 months ago, makes my heart grow in size.
But that also makes me wonder, should I be the first to tell him I love him? Hoseok is so casual about things, whether it’s due to his discomfort or he doesn’t see the significance, that he might not say such words right out.
The way he calls me his girlfriend now, although he didn’t ask me to be his girlfriend, shows he doesn’t see a need for all the formalities.
He sighs as he draws his lips away from mine, kissing my cheek, my jaw and then a small kiss on my neck. He hides his face in my neck, my arms tighten around him so we were hugging.
I bring a hand up to rest on his hair, “Thank you for such a fun date.”
“You don’t have to lie Y/n, I know it was sucky.” He says, his lips brushing against my skin.
“It wasn’t at all. I had fun, I always have fun with you.”
“I’m not exactly the life of the party Y/n.”
“You’re a lot more fun than you think. You’re also a lot kinder than you realise. I know you were probably exhausted, but you still went to the movies with me.”
“And you cooked for me,” He smiles. I know cause I can feel it against my neck and collar bone. I thought he was going to say something else, his statement felt incomplete so we stood in silence as I waited for him to speak again.
When he didn’t I listened to his soft breathing.
“You’re clearly tired, so let’s get you to bed okay?” I said. He drew back from me, staring at me with jaded eyes, and I could only giggle at the tired pout on his lips. He was totally starting to fall asleep in my arms.
I pinched his cheek and pecked him on the lips before stepping out of his arms and walking over to my phone left forgotten in the love seat. I disconnected it from the soundbar from my phone, and switched it off.
Hoseok goes to turn off most of the lights, leaving the small doorway light on. I followed him up the stairs, my strides slowing down as we got to the hallway.
He stopped walking, leaving me just a view of his back. He looked to the door on his left, before turning to me.
“So here’s the guest room.” He said gesturing to the room.
I awkwardly nodded, rubbing my hands together and walking closer to him, opening the door to see a plain but nice bedroom.
A larger twin size bed with a desk closet and a TV.
I stare at the room, knowing that Hoseok was also watching my reaction.
He’s being considerate. He doesn’t want to make me uncomfortable by assuming I’d want to share a room with him, but damn I’d like if he’d at least ask me. I don’t want to deal with the horrifying embarrassment of telling him I want to sleep in the same bed.
The rain was still falling, the occasional thunder sounding, but this time further away.
“Alright,” I say, turning to face him. I muster up a smile, and open my mouth to speak.
Hoseok is looking at me with a rigged smile.
“Good n-”
“Y/n?” Hoseok cut me off, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He looks off to the side as he thinks.
I blink up at him, knowing what he wants to say. This shouldn’t be a big deal! Why are we both feeling so nervous? I’ve already had my hand around his dick for goodness sake!
“I want you to come sleep in my room…with me.” He finally looks at me, staring at me with a cute uncertainty.
I laugh, “Good! My goodness! I thought you weren’t going to say anything!” I chime, stepping out the guest bedroom. I closed the door behind me and saw Hoseok’s scoff of disbelief.
“What?” I ask.
“You were just going to watch me stress like that? Why didn’t you say you wanted to sleep in my room?” He complained.
“Oh please! I don’t need to be the one making all the first steps!” I hissed, poked his chest.
“Plus, you’re the one that led me to a guest bedroom! I’ve already had my hand around your dick for fuck’s sake!” I add, giggling and the wink he gives me.
“Do you want it in your hands again?” He whispers, stepping closer to me. I back up, pressed against the guest bedroom door. He smirks at me, placing a bashful kiss on my cheek.
“Stop messing around!” I say, slipping past him while he snickers at my shyness.
“Or, would you rather have it in your mouth this time?” He jeers. My eyes widen and I start screaming as if to run from the embarrassment that was manifesting it’s in my warm face.
He laughs at my cringing squeals, taking my hand in his and leading me towards the door at the end of the hallway.
His room is dimly lit, but I could make out the beautiful ivory colored walls. The bed was a large king size bed that sat low. The black bed frame was low, only lifting the mattress off the floor a foot or two. The bedsheets were a rich and dark green, tying together the whole aura of the room. There was a tall lamp that stood on the left side of the bed, and it was the only light on.
Though it was nothing compared to the lights fixtures in the ceiling, it didn’t leave me completely blind and in the dark.
I wasn’t aware of how weird i must have looked, standing there, staring at his room like I’d never seen a bedroom in my whole life.
He squeezed my hand, pulling me out of my daze.
“I’m sorry what did you say?” I asked, blinking at him.
“I was saying that the bathroom is that way.” He pointed to a door on the further right side of the room, “It’s the door on the right. There is an unopened toothbrush if you want to brush your teeth.”
He released my hand and scratched the back of his head. He looked down at the floors as he spoke, making me want to giggle at the embarrassment that was showing itself in his red ears.
It made me feel better to remember that it isn’t just me that has never had such intimate and close moments with people. Something like having my own toothbrush at Hoseok’s place is a big deal. It’s an unspoken step into new territory.
“Thanks.” I said softly, walking around him and further into the room. The room was spacious but also cozy. It was pretty simple and showed that Hoseok doesn’t spend much time here. He works all the time so I’m sure he just plops down and sleeps.
He doesn’t sit in here to relax or anything like that. I heard the door close as I walked towards the bathroom, followed by the sound on Hoseok sitting on the bed.
I brushed my teeth swiftly, admiring the bathroom as I did so. One of those big showers with the tile walls, and glass doors. There was also a big white bathtub on the other side of the room. The sink was large and in the middle of a long rectangular marble counter. I stare at myself in the crystal clear mirror, feeling a bit out of place as I stare at my extravagant surroundings.
I continued to brush my teeth, and rinsed my mouth thoroughly, I set the purple tooth brush in the cup that held another orange brush. I used one of the towels to wipe off any water from around my mouth and walked out the bathroom, shutting off the lights.
When I step out I’m met by Hoseok laying on the bed, his back to me. I couldn’t be sure if he’d fallen asleep, but I didn’t want to wake him. He was under the blankets, and looked like he’d settled in for the night.
The lamp on his side of the room was off, leaving the room in almost complete darkness. The moonlight shining through the window provided enough light to let me see the outside of his body. I tiptoed over to the bed, lifting up the blankets and sliding in. The bed and everything around me smelled like Hoseok.
I smiled to myself, and looked up at the ceiling before closing my eyes and turning onto my side. My back was facing Hoseok, and I tried to keep some space between us. I wasn’t sure how much space he wanted.
I slowly started to fall asleep, the comfort of the heavy blankets and the scent of Hoseok around me lulling me.
I was barely awake when I felt Hoseok shift beside me, muttering something in a hoarse voice.
“So far away.” He grumbles, before I felt some more shuffling. He slid his arm under my body, causing me to hum in response, since I was barely awake.
My eyes stayed closed and I turned my body so I was facing him. That’s clearly what he wanted, as he wordlessly curled his arm up, pushing my body till my head was on his chest. I was too sleepy to say anything. All I could do was cuddle closer and rest my hand on his chest.
“Are you awake?” He asks softly. When I don’t reply, he shifts slightly so his face is buried in my hair.
I fell asleep peacefully as his hand found my back and rubbed soothing circles.
~!~
“Why did you choose today of all days to follow the speed limit?” I mutter at Hoseok. He chuckles but keeps his eyes on the road. He wasn’t going his usual speed today, and though I find his speeding distasteful, today it would have come in handy.
We woke up late, which is no surprise. I don’t think I’ve ever slept so well in my whole life. Being in Hoseok’s warm embrace soothed me all the way down to my soul. Although we were running late, he was still in a good mood.
He drove me back to my apartment, waited for me to get dressed for work, and is now driving me to the hospital. I won’t see him most of today, but we agreed to see each other tonight.
As we pulled into the Seoul Sky hospital, I had my passenger door opened before the car came to a full stop. I grabbed my purse, making sure it had everything I needed.
I leaned towards Hoseok, kissing him on the cheek before kissing him on the lips shortly. Two pecks on the lips before I pulled away beaming at him.
“I’ll see you later.” I said.
He showed me a small smile and nodded, “See you later.”
“Don’t work yourself too hard!” I exclaim as I step out of the car, “And remember to eat!”
I close the car door and Hoseok rolls down the window, “Even when you’re in a rush you still manage to nag me!”
“I nag you because I l-” My words stop short and I clasp my hand over my mouth. Hoseok, oblivious to what I was about to confess, raises his eyebrows at me in question.
“Because you..?” He trails off, but all I can do is smile awkwardly.
“See you later!” I shout and bolt away from the car. I don’t look back as I jog through the automatic sliding doors.
“Good morning Dr. L/N!” A nurse calls out to me. I stop in my tracks, recognizing the nurses at the front desk. I smiled, waving at them energetically.
“Good morning!” I chimed.
“You’re running a little late aren’t you?” The older nurse stated.
I nodded my head but before I could open my mouth, the rest of the nurses giggled.
“You don’t have to explain, we could see it through the glass doors. Time moves quickly when you’re in love.” The older nurse said.
I stood there a bit confused before looking behind me at the sliding doors. It really was a perfect view of where Hoseok had stopped the car. I turned back to the nurses who were cheesing at me.
“It’s wonderful to have you back Dr. L/n, let us know if you need help with anything.”
I thanked them, heading to my office quickly. I was in a rush so I settled on some black dress pants and a blue dress shirt. My hair was styled in a rush so it looks decent. I made it to my office, happy to see it again. It wasn’t locked, which is strange but I didn’t think much of it. I set my bag down and grabbed my white coat. I pulled it on quickly and went to my desk.
All I’ll be doing today is paperwork so I might as well get comfortable. I took my seat and turned on my computer, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before Jennie waltzed in here with all the work I’d have to do.
The computer switched on quickly, but something else took my attention. On my desk was a red envelope. I waste no time opening it, thinking it was a welcome back card. Oh how I was wrong.
Dear, Y/n. I am so glad to have you back. The whole department has felt incomplete since you left. I was very hurt when Jennie informed me that you weren’t allowing anyone to visit you as you recovered. You did not answer my phone calls either. I was sad to hear you got hurt and fell down the stairs. It seems your boyfriend isn’t taking good care of you. But I am glad you have recovered fully. Please come see me when you have the chance. This may be inappropriate but the absence of your presence has helped me realize something.
Sincerely Taemin.
I stared at the letter in confusion. Now what the hell is Dr. Lee doing? What is this? My face scrunches up in annoyance as I read over the letter again. This is completely inappropriate and leaves me feeling uncomfortable.
I’ve turned down Dr. Lee’s advances before, taking them as jokes but by the sound of this letter, he wanted me to take his advances seriously. I ignored the login screen of my computer and stood up from my chair with the letter in my hand.
I stepped out my office and headed down the hallway, knowing that Dr. Lee would be making his rounds instead of being in his office. I’d have to go around a bit before finding him. But sitting on such an issue would leave me unable to work all day.
I rounded the corner, greeting regular patients with a small smile. Some of them told me they missed me and others smiled at me with shining eyes. For a second I forgot about the awful letter Dr. Lee left for me. I am back at work and even though I’m stuck with paperwork, the atmosphere was enough for me.
I turned around a corner and crashed into a familiar person.
“Hey, there you are!” Jennie chimed. She smiled at me, wearing her usual red lipstick and that iconic slicked ponytail was just as sharp as ever. Her eyelashes look really long and she looked happier than usual.
“Yup, I’m back to work. It feels great.” I answer.
“I’m sure your date yesterday went well? You’re radiating happiness.” She mentions.
I raise an eyebrow at her, “Am I? Cause I’m pissed off.”
Her brows furrowed and she looked concerned. The question she was about to ask was clear.
“No, it has nothing to do with Hoseok. The date was…amazing.” My tone softens at the mention of Hoseok.
“So what’s got you so angry, so early in the morning?”
I handed her the letter, watching her face expression change as she opened it and read it.
The humorless laugh that struggles it’s way past her lips makes me wanna scoff all over again.
“This is weird.” She groans.
“It’svery weird.” I double down, “This is totally inappropriate. You know I am chill about many things, but I don’t like stuff like this at work from co-workers! How many times have I rejected him? This isn’t harmless banter anymore.”
I speak in a low voice, watching as different nurses and doctors pass us.
“Are you going to bring this up to Hose-”
I cut her off, “Of course not! I haven’t seen a jealous Hoseok and I don’t think I want to. He’ll come in here and scare Dr. Lee. Working here will be even more uncomfortable.”
“I know he’s on the second floor.” She says, and points towards the elevator not too far from us.
“I can’t be sure how he’ll react so could you come with me?”
“Of course! Did you think I was going to let you do that alone? Let’s go!” She takes hold of my arm and pulls me along.
While in the elevator she tells me about all the awful comments he’d make while I was gone. Jennie brushed most of them off but a few were too much.
He’d say, “Where is that boyfriend of hers?”
“That guy looks controlling. She doesn’t want me to visit her or he doesn’t?”
And a few more that were totally unfitting for a work environment. She wasn’t even going to bring it up to me, but she didn’t expect ‘love letters’ to start becoming a thing.
The elevator doors opened and before we stepped off we could hear chaos. Jennie and I looked at each other in disarray. We stepped off the elevator to hear loud yelling and shouting from different people. Other patients were running away from the noise, telling us that it was coming from our right.
Our stroll turned into a speed walk, and I hid the letter in my lab coat pocket. We turn the corner and the yelling is louder.
We see Dr. Lee and Dr. Shin, a newer doctor standing outside a familiar hospital room.
“Mrs. Choi?” I mutter to myself. Jennie and I approach the situation, Dr. Lee being the first one to see us. I don’t miss the way he smiles when he spots me. I had to fight a grimace off my face.
“What is going on?” Jennie askes, catching Dr. Shin’s attention this time. She moves her focus from Jennie and right to me.
“Oh thank you goodness you’re back Dr. L/n! Please calm these ladies down!” She cries, running her fingers through her auburn hair.
I take a look into the room, the door being wide open. There was Mrs. Choi screaming at the top of her lungs at another woman. This woman was a lot younger than her, looking to be in her late 20’s. Her hair was long and brown with soft waves. She wore stylish jeans with boots and a lovely top and a lovely trench coat.
From the wonderful jewelry on her neck and the rings on her fingers, she’s clearly someone who is well off. Both women were red in the face while they screamed at each other.
“Who is the younger lady? Why haven’t you called security?” I looked at both Dr. Lee and Dr. Shin.
“Well…” Dr. Shin hesitated to speak, looking down at her feet in guilt.
“So I was wonder why Mrs. Choi didn’t have any family? She was feeling so down lately and her husband wasn’t getting any better. The psychical therapists said she was losing motivation in their sessions so I tried to help.” Dr. Shin looked up to find my dubious face expression.
I crossed my arms over my chest, “What did you do?” I hate how accusing my tone was, but the hospital Dr. Shin transferred from told us she would cause trouble. A lot of nurses have been avoiding her. Some say she’s too spunky, and focuses too much on making her personality shine through.
“I did some digging and it turns out she has kids! There was no information on the son, but I was able to find her daughter! So I invited her daughter here as a surprise.”
Both Jennie and I groaned.
“You can’t do things like that!” Jennie scolded.
“I know, I know! But I didn’t think things would turn out like this!” She whined.
I couldn’t say anything to Dr. Shin as the argument between the two women was escalating.
“What is the daughter’s name?” Jennie whispers.
“Her english name in Helena. We don’t know her Korean name.” Dr. Lee answers.
“You don’t get my pity mom!” Helena shouts. She’s standing at the end of her mother’s bed tears running down her cheeks.
“You set me away! You pushed everyone away! You tricked yourself into believing dad was a bad person because you wanted an excuse for falling out of love with him! You could have just divorced him!”
“You don’t know what I was going through!” Ms. Choi shouts back.
Helena snaps back just as quickly, “You sent me away! You sent me away from you, dad…Hobi.”
Hobi? Who is that?
“I sent you away because I wanted you to be safe! I love you Helena!” Mrs. Choi’s voice was growing hoarse from the screaming and I was getting ready to jump in.
“Bullshit!” Helena spits, “Bullshit! You sent me away and never called. I never even got a fucking letter. I grew up without you. I graduated college without you. I moved on with my life without you. You never cared for me. You were so fucking focused on Hobi! You just wanted me out the way. No one would tell me where the fuck Hobi was so I couldn’t find him to even attend dad’s funeral.”
Dad’s funeral? So Mrs. Choi’s husband who is in the coma, is not the father of her daughter?
She vigorously wipes her tears off her face, “You keep telling yourself you did what you had to when in reality, you’re just a shitty person.”
“Am I?” Ms. Choi croaks, “Am I really that awful because I thought I deserved to be happy?”
“Your journey to happiness left a path of destruction for everyone else. You’ve lost you fucking mind if you believe anything you did was okay.” Helena’s voice toned down. The both of the basked in the heavy silence.
Helena let out a solemn chuckle, almost like her mother was the joke.
“Well,mom,” she emphasized the word ‘mom’, “Did you find the happiness you wanted?” I couldn’t see her face fully, just her profile…but she reminded me of someone.
She shows her mom a sarcastic smile, “I mean look at you. Look at where you are. Your new precious husband is stuck in a long sleep and they don’t know when he’ll wake up. Your legs aren’t working and you’re all alone. I only showed up so I could get the years of hurt off my chest. So since you can’t run away…” She gestures to her mom in the bed.
“I’m gonna finally say, fuck you mom. Dad was never the bad guy. Hobi might have been gullible enough to believe your foolishness but I always saw right through it. It was you…it was always you. You don’t deserve any happiness.” She finishes, glaring at the old woman staring back at her with sad eyes.
“I’ll be back tomorrow and the day after that. I will waltz in here every day and remind you that this is a product of your own choices. When you’re ready to apologize I’ll listen.” She grabs her purse from the guest chair and turns to face all of us at the door.
Her eyes flicker across each of our faces and I feel a prick in my chest. I feel weird. Should I know this lady? Something tells me I should know Helena but I’m drawing a blank.
She pushes past us and down the hallway.
No one speaks to Mrs. Choi and she doesn’t speak to us. We all can only shift in discomfort. No words could bring comfort after such harsh lashings were thrown. We can only look on in distraught cause for some reason…the pity we’ve felt for poor old Ms. Choi was no more.
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The warmth I’m feeling isn’t coming from the hot shower I just stepped out of. It was a warm feeling in my chest, along with the nervous patter of my heart. So I’m spending the night here? The rain doesn’t show any signs of stopping, and the cracking of thunder is enough to keep anyone inside.
Hoseok gave me a long sweatshirt of his along with some basketball shorts. I used the towel he provided to dry myself off and slip on the clothes he gave me. As I’m staring at myself in the partially fogged up mirror, I get a flashback to what happened in the car.
My skin still tickled with his soft but wanting touches. I’m also shocked at my actions. I really dug my hand into his pants with no shame. I stroked his dick, and begged for him to fuck me in the back of his car.
Hi! I realised a lot of you don’t know that Chapter 14 has been released for like ever! It’s my fault, I never added the chapter to the masterlist. I apologize! So here is chapter 14 that has been released for months.
“I don’t remember falling in love with you, I just remember holding your hand realizing how much it was going to hurt when I would have to let it go” - Unknown
***
“Taz!” Jungkook exclaimed frantically.
“Jungkook? What’s wrong?”
The three men all turned their attention her way.
“Put it on speaker,” Hoseok demanded, grabbing her phone and doing it for her.
“-what happened! I just-I left to use the bathroom for like 2 seconds! That’s it!” Jungkook trailed off, Korean tumbling out of his mouth in what she knew was panicked curses.
“Hey, it’s okay, just tell me what happened. You’re okay,” She consoled, doing her best to bring his attention back to her.
“I won’t be after I tell you what happened,” He mumbled.
She paused. “…What the hell did you do, Kook?”
“I maybe, sorta, kinda…lit…your kitchen on fire?”
“You did what?”
“It was an accident, I swear!” He exclaimed and Anastasia could hear Jimin and Hoseok snickering behind her.
“Sh!” She snapped, making them flinch.
Turning back to her phone she asked, “are you fucking with me right now?”
“No”
She pinched the bridge of her nose, “Okay, so, how did you manage…that?”
“I was making food and I didn’t see the kitchen towel by the stove and I just left for a second to use the bathroom and when I came back….there were a lot of flames”
She hung up, rushing to the bathrooms, making it all the way into the hallway before slumping into the wall. She slid to the floor, clutching her mouth as she fought off the rising urge to puke.
She was going to be evicted, she was going to have to pay for repairs, she wouldn’t have a place to stay.
She flinched violently when a hand landed softly on her shoulder. “Don’t touch me.”
“Maybe it’s not that bad,” Jimin murmured, crouching beside her.
She could feel the tears welling but nodded nonetheless. They stayed there for a while, Jimin affectionately brushing her hair back behind her ear and rubbing her back.
“Come on, let’s go,” He hummed a minute or two later, encouraging her to stand up. “Hoseok, take-” Jimin hesitated, not remembering Beatrice’s name, “-Anastasia’s friend back, we’re gonna get a car.”
Anastasia didn’t have it in her to argue, so she just weakly said goodbye to her new friend and followed Jimin out.
It was a pretty busy area so there was a plethora of transportation available, Jimin quickly flagging someone down. He helped her in, sliding in right after, and told the driver her address.
***
The hoards of policemen and firefighters outside when the cab pulled up threatened to send Anastasia over the edge again, but Jimin was quick to comfortingly wrap his arms around her. She couldn’t fathom why she felt so safe when not even a half-hour ago she wanted the ground to swallow her whole every time he so much as glanced her way.
“Taz!” She was tackled the second she stepped out.
“Get off.” She wasn’t stable enough to put any emotion into her voice.
Jungkook flinched back, not expecting her cold demeanour.
“Taz?” He murmured cupping her cheeks but she shrugged him off.
If she paid him attention, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stop herself from doing something she might later regret.
Nervously, she approached her apartment, her heart clenching uncomfortably at her roastedkitchen.
“Excuse me, Miss Lloyd?” She turned at the sound of her last name, coming face to face with the landlord.
***
Breach of contract. Evicted.
Anastasia sat on the corner of her mattress with her head in her hands. What was she going to do? Where would she go? So many thoughts swirled around until she couldn’t understand them anymore.
With a heavy sigh, she got up to take a shower. There was no way she would be able to sleep, so after the shower, she zoned out to a crappy tv show.
The next time she looked at the clock it was 4 am. She had class at 8 am.
Shutting her laptop and tossing it to the other side of the bed, she scooted down and rolled onto her side. She was so frustrated, too frustrated to sleep, so she tossed and turned until the sun began to rise.
The day continued in a blur and luckily no one came over to try and talk. She thought she might combust if Jungkook or one of his friends came over and hounded her for attention.
She had been left alone the whole day, so she was startled when a familiar hooded figure was leaning against her door when she came home from her evening class.
“Yoongi?”
He imperceptibly titled his head as his one visible eye met hers.
“What are you doing here?”
“Do you wanna get out of here?”
“Excuse me?”
“Jungkook, Hoseok, and Jimin are all in your apartment right now,” He said in his lazy drawl.
Anastasia glanced at the door, hesitating. “Okay”
She wanted to get away if only just for a little while, she didn’t want to be responsible and in charge of her future. She wanted to be free to run away.
The two made it all the way back down the stairs and around the corner before Anastasia started hyperventilating and had to sit down with her head between her knees.
Breach of contract. Evicted. The words repeated over and over until her head spun. Relaxing her head back against the wall, she closed her eyes.
Time passed unacknowledged until she eventually calmed down, and when she opened her eyes again, Yoongi stood beside her. His dark hair was almost completely covering his eyes and he had a black mask covering the rest of his face, but his silhouette was somehow comforting.
Holding her hand out, she silently asked for him to help her up.
There was a beat of silence before he cautiously pulled his hand from his jean pocket and gripped hers, pulling her up with more force than expected. Unprepared, she stumbled into his chest.
“Payback?” She snickered, deranged, into his chest.
What had gotten into her? Was she really that desperate that she’d run off with someone she’d just met? Someone that didn’t even like her?
Maybe so, but running off with him felt more favorable than facing her anger towards Jungkook and the weight of homelessness and responsibility.
And so they ran, hand in hand, away.Neither of them seemed to have a destination in mind, only away. When she looked back, his eyes were as blank as ever, but there was humor in them.
Taking a chance, they sprinted across the too-busy-to-be-jaywalking street and kept running until they could no longer see the dreaded apartment building. Multiple times they saved each other from hitting people until they eventually slowed to a stop, clutching their sides, laughter bubbling up inside.
Somewhere along the way, Yoongi had removed his mask and suddenly Anastasia was struck by his beauty. The sun was setting, complementing his expression with a beautiful pinkish-orange hue. He wasn’t quite laughing, but there was a grin on his lips that she’d never seen before.
Slowly, their smiles faded as they stared at each other, not saying anything. Anastasia furrowed her brow, what was this feeling?
“Come on,” She nudged, motioning to the taxi that rolled to a stop a little ways away.
There was an elderly woman inside the cab and Yoongi gingerly helped her out as Anastasia slipped in through the other side.
They drove in silence for around thirty minutes before they got to the more tightly populated part of the city, filled with little boutiques and tourist attractions.
“Here’s fine!” She called, startling the driver a little. Yoongi had his mask up again, but Anastasia thought she saw his cheeks lift and so she grinned back at him.
She felt good, happy.Nothing mattered at that moment.
Yoongi slipped the driver some cash and they both tumbled out of the vehicle, small giggles leaving her lips.
The foot traffic was considerably heavier there and, not wanting to lose Yoongi in the crowd, she laced her fingers with his. Or maybe she just wanted to hold someone’s hand.
Spotting what had prompted her to tell the driver to stop, she tugged gently on Yoongi’s hand and began making her way to the entrance. It was a small bar that she’d never been to but had always intended to visit
A little bell chimed the moment they stepped in and Yoongi pulled his mask down to rest under his chin, looking around. The place was beginning to fill up, but there was space by the bar for them to sit.
Grinning, she turned to Yoongi, “Let’s drink.”
That was how the night continued on, filled with alcohol and reckless decisions. As the hours passed, they ended up at a club, Anastasia dancing freely while Yoongi watched from the bar. She was still in the cropped t-shirt and jeans she wore to class, not nearly club-appropriate attire, but she didn’t care. For once she didn’t care.
“Yoongi! Yoongi!” She stumbled over, almost too drunk to stand.
“Yes, jagi?” He hadn’t drunk nearly as much as her and if she was a little soberer, she would have noticed the mirth in his expression.
“I had a th—I had a thought,” she giggled, leaning heavily into his side.
“Oh? What was your thought?” He humored.
She cupped her hand over her mouth like it was a secret, then proceeded to say loud enough for everyone around them to hear, “What if we got a hotel room? I don’t want to go home~” she whined.
Yoongi quirked an eyebrow but didn’t argue, the intoxicated woman reminding him of Jungkook and Jimin when they drank.
“Whatever you want,” He agreed easily, standing up and placing a hand on her back to guide her to the exit, making sure he grabbed her bag that he’d been watching.
Anastasia bounced to the music as they moved, her head bobbing offbeat.
…..
Let’s drink. Anastasia should’ve known that nothing good ever followed those words.
Where was she? Minimal light was shining through the cracks in the closed drapes, but she could still clearly see the room she was in. It was clean and empty of anything personal, just a dresser, a mirror, a small bench, and the bed. A very large bed at that.
She winced at the taste in her mouth, her tongue feeling like it was glued to the roof of her mouth. The pounding in her head was irritating, but not intolerable.
Rolling over deeper into the covers, she contemplated her life choices. She couldn’t remember most of what had happened the night before, the last thing she remembered was bar-hopping with Yoongi.
I’m never drinking again. She thought, her breath catching when the bedroom door suddenly clicked open. Please be Yoongi, please be Yoongi.
She held her breath as they clumsily plopped onto the bed, rolled closer, and wrapped an arm around her waist. She risked a glance down, closing her eyes in relief when she recognized the ring and bracelets adorning the hand.
Why was he hugging her? What happened last night?
“You scared the shit out of me,” She sighed, pulling away.
Yoongi didn’t fight her, letting out a muffled hum, his face pressed into the bed.
“Where are we?” She grimaced at the taste in her mouth, somewhat regretting opening it.
He let out an annoyed sigh and shifted to lay on his back.
“A hotel room.” He deadpanned.
“Did…did we do something?” She sat up, biting her lip nervously, her eyes not missing the opportunity to appreciate his good looks.
His hair was messily strewn over his closed eyes, his face a little pink from having just woken up.
He cracked one eye open, unexpectedly sitting up too, the proximity making their noses brush. “Why? Do you want something to have happened?” There was a mischievous glint in his eye, his minty fresh breath fanning across her lips.
She pulled back, self-conscious about her own breath and her heart beating too fast at their proximity.
“I have to use the bathroom!” She blurted, stumbling out of the bed.
The pressure in her head got exponentially worse at the sudden movement and she had to wait a second for the pain to ebb away.
“You good, jagi?”
“I’m —what did you just call me? ” She’d heard Jungkook call her that a few times before, but he’d always made it seem like it was a slip of the tongue. Yoongi had definitely just said it with intention.
“Ja-gi-ya.” He enunciated, slow and mocking.
She huffed, “What does that mean?”
“It means your breath stinks. Go brush your teeth, I’ll order breakfast.” He smirked, rolling off the bed and leaving the room.
Anastasia narrowed her gaze, glaring at the door he’d just exited out of before scoffing and stalking off to the bathroom.
She might’ve felt more comfortable with him, but he was now proving to be an ass.
Sitting on the marble countertop was an unopened toothbrush and some toothpaste placed next to a second, used toothbrush. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered when he got toothbrushes and toothpaste, but she was more concerned with her missing memories of the previous night to give it much attention.
With her mouth full of sudsy paste, Yoongi walked in.
“What do you want?” He asked. He was the one that walked in, why was he asking her what shewanted?
She realized he meant breakfast.
Thinking about it, she spit and rinsed, almost choking when Yoongi carefully tucked a stray hair behind her ear before she spits on it.
“Thanks,” She muttered shyly, wiping her mouth.
He nodded in dismissal, “So?”
“Oh, um, anything is fine.”
He frowned but didn’t argue, closing the door in her face.
“Eggs and bacon!” She called out the first thing that came to mind, suddenly concerned that he was upset with her. Her shoulders drooped when there was no response.
Shaking it off, she turned back to the mirror and cringed at her reflection. Her hair was an actual rat’s nest and her complexion was worse for wear with mascara smudged around her eyes.
She tried to finger comb her hair as she slipped out of the bathroom, but quickly gave up and put it in a bun. Now that she was awake, it was clear they were in a hotel suite. She didn’t even want to think about the money Yoongi had spent just because she hadn’t wanted to go home. She had money on her but she couldn’t recall paying for anything.
How much did a room like this even cost? She wondered fleetingly. Oh no, and all the drinks!
She groaned into her hands, how was she supposed to pay him back?
Following the sound of Yoongi’s low voice, she found him on a couch with the phone the hotel provided pressed to his ear.
Noticing her in the doorway, he hung up and beckoned her over.
“They said it will be 15 minutes. How’s the head?” He asked, mocking her alcohol consumption the night before. As if she needed the reminder.
“It’s fine.” She snapped, cheeks red, “What time is it? And where are my shoes?”
He vaguely motioned to the end of the couch, his eyes not leaving her as she stalked around to find them lined up beside his own with her socks neatly tucked inside.
“Are you usually this grumpy in the morning, or is it just the hangover?” She glanced up in time to catch him brushing his hair out of his eyes and the arrogance in that simple action was infuriating.
“Are you flirting or just trying to piss me off?” She accused, hoping for somekind of reaction, be it irritation or, better yet, embarrassment.
He shrugged, noncommittal.
Scoffing, she plopped down onto the couch, as far from him as humanly possible.
Anastasia knew she didn’t have the right to be annoyed with him, he hadtaken care of her the whole night but she still was. A lot of it stemmed from her own embarrassment and she begrudgingly had to be thankful that he seemed to realize this as well.
A comfortable silence ensued, him scrolling through his phone and her staring absently out the window. The view was incredible, an oceanfront. There were tourist families already on the beach, their children running around delightedly.
When the table of food was wheeled in, Yoongi unpacked everything and handed her a plate full of food. Sitting down beside him on the couch in front of the trolley, she unraveled the napkin-wrapped utensils and prepared to eat.
“Do you want my bacon?” She offered.
He shook his head, “You eat.”
She winced, “I-I don’t actually like bacon…”
He squinted at her for a moment, probably trying to decide if she was mentally challenged or something. She avoided his glare, nibbling on a slice of apple.
The food was consumed pretty quickly, not much conversation made, and after they were done, Anastasia slipped away to take a shower, washing off the night before.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, half an hour later, she found Yoongi sitting in the bed, arms crossed and eyes closed. Perfectly poised yet still relaxed, how’d he do it?
Was he asleep? She couldn’t tell.
Deciding not to risk it, she tiptoed out of the room.
“Stay in here.”
Jumping at the sound of his voice, she squeaked, “Huh? Okay”
Walking over to the other side of the bed, she crawled in, careful not to jostle him too much. She squeaked again when he suddenly leaned over to rest his head in her lap. “What are you doing?”
He shifted his body so it was better aligned, “Getting comfortable”
***
Anastasia grit her teeth as Yoongi’s phone vibrated for what felt like the hundredth time and he still hadn’t shown anysign of getting up and checking who it was.
Noticing her glare, he rolled his eyes and sat up to check. Nodding, he turned to her, “It’s Jungkook. He’s worried about you.”
Her face dropped and she brought her knees to her chest. Inside her head was a mess of anger, guilt, and embarrassment. She had an audience for her life falling apart! How did one handle that? And then she’d just run off? What had she been thinking?!
She groaned and dragged her hands down her face.
If she was being honest, she was ready to forgive Jungkook, but she was notready to face the embarrassment. The walk of shame had a whole new meaning to her.
With Yoongi it was becoming comfortable, everything else could be forgotten. She just wanted to stay with him and perfect the feeling.
Sniffling, she mumbled, “I guess we should head back and face reality, huh?”
His lips twitched, “I’m not in a hurry.”
“I think he’s been stewing in guilt long enough,” She disagreed.
Yoongi stretched his arms over his head and nodded, “Whatever you want, jagiya”
She huffed at the nickname and got up to gather all her things, which wasn’t much, just her shoes and socks.
He’s so annoying, she thought.
After checking out, they decided to walk somewhere less popular to try and get a ride. Yoongi was prepared this time and had called an uber.
Walking out of the hotel, Anastasia was suddenly plowed into, sending her and the other person straight to the ground.
Yoongi immediately helped her up, glaring at the perpetrator. It was a man, around their age. His face was hidden by the blue hoodie he wore, but Anastasia instantly got a sick feeling in her gut.
“My bad,” The man mumbled, jogging off.
“Asshole,” she huffed, nudging Yoongi to continue walking.
The bed bounced violently when Anastasia dove face-first onto it, letting out a guttural groan into her pillow.
“What happened?”
Whipping around, she seethed quietly, “I told you to fucking wake them up!”
Jungkook stared at her glassy-eyed, his face puffy from sleep, and the creases of the pillowcase imprinted on his cheek.
“…What?”
She shoved her face back into her pillow and let out a drawn-out whine. All she wanted was to curl up and die so she would never have to face Jungkook’s too-attractive friends ever again.
“Taz,” He prompted clumsily in his still drowsy state.
“No~” She cried, refusing to lift her head.
“Anastasia.”
“I elbowed Jimin in the dick, okay?” She snapped, knowing he would find out anyway. It was probably better that he heard her side of the story first.
“You-…what?” If he wasn’t confused before, he sure as hell was now.
“I’m never leaving this room again.” She realized, ignoring the baffled man beside her.
“Taz”
“He hates me”
“Taz.”
“Everyone closest to you hates me, Ihate me”
“Anastasia!”
“Jungkook, I’m gonna move away and I’m never coming back, okay?” She ended, looking at him with teary eyes.
He rolled his. “You’re such a drama queen, no one hates you”
She guffawed, “Says you! I’m positive the six men on the other side of that door have opposing opinions”
He furrowed his brow, “Why would you think that?”
“Because! How could I not think that?! I’m pretty sure they all blame me for you not going back to Korea and I mean, are they even wrong? Am I the reason you didn’t go back to your family?”
“Stop, woah. Taz, no one hates you or blames you. I’m my own person, I make my own choices and they know that. They also know you’re not the only reason I stayed.”
Made his own choices? Not the only reason he stayed? Things in his story weren’t lining up — he was saying one thing but she’d livedanother. The Jungkook she grew up with wasn’t the Jungkook he was around the others. He was unrecognizable, easier to rile up, but more secure in the way he spoke. He never had much interest in other people, but now it was like he had no interest in anything.He’d stopped making choices, letting everyone else do what they wanted.
She’d never seen that in him before, he’d always been stubborn and fiercely possessive, but with his hyungs, he was softer. He shared without a second thought, let them into his space without flinching, and gave up his authority like he never cared in the first place. He acted like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders with their presence and she couldn’t help but think…was this the real Jungkook? He sure seemedhappier and more at ease, but…she couldn’t understand the change.
He made his own choices? She couldn’t trust that, anymore. The seven of them operated like a couple with 50 years of marriage under their belt. It was without effort, efficient, and most definitely notindependent. They were a match.
She knew she had no right to feel so heartbroken, but the past couple of days had been like slowly losing a lover.
Two days and she could already see the cracks in the painting of her future. She was never going to make it with Jungkook because he already belonged to someone else.
“Yoongi still hates me. And Jimin, there’s no way he doesn’t hate me, I just….” She couldn’t get the words out because it didn’t really matter.
But…she still wanted to fight. Because Jungkook loved her, he did.
“Yoongi-hyung doesn’t hate you and Jimin can be petty, but he doesn’t hate you either,” Jungkook assured.
“You can’t know that,” She argued.
“I know them.”
There was no room left for argument so she decided to agree to disagree. Fine, it was fine, she would just have to work harder at getting everyone to like her. Once they liked her, they wouldn’t try to steal Jungkook away.
“Come on, you have a study date with Namjoonie-hyung today, get up,” Jungkook reminded, snuggling back into the covers.
Right.
**
Since she didn’t plan on going anywhere, she dressed comfy in a lavender tracksuit Jungkook had bought her once so they could match. She rarely wore it, deeming it a bit matchy-matchy, but today she wanted to look put together. Deciding to forego any makeup she’d later have the displeasure of taking off, she exited her room, still a little unsure of what to expect.
“I searched online and it looks like there’s a nice park not too far, let’s go there”
Public? He wanted to go out in public? Where people would see them together? Normally she wouldn’t have given it a second thought, because really, who cares? But the fact that it was Namjoon, tall, sexy, unrealistically attractive Namjoonwho was accompanying her, changed everything.
The memory of what those girls thought of her last time she was seen with them flashed through her mind and she grimaced. She didn’t need a part two. Was this an inferiority complex she was developing?
“You sure you don’t want to just stay here?” She asked, hoping he would see the desperation in her eyes and have pity.
“No, we should go somewhere the others won’t feel tempted to follow and interrupt” She slouched at his blunt words.
“Kay…” She sniffed, staring longingly at her kitchen table.
He rolled his eyes at her antics, “Go eat something, I’ll be back in a bit”
In the time it took for her to make herself something to eat, Namjoon had gotten changed into a matching yellow tracksuit.
Anastasia almost choked on her omelet and she could feel her ears turn pink. What was he thinking? They were going to look like a couple!
Deciding not to comment on it, she instead offered him some food before cleaning up.
Up until then, she’d successfully dodged Jimin, though she had a feeling he wasn’t trying all that hard to interact with her, either. He, Seokjin, and Hoseok had all gone back to Jungkook’s before Jungkook and her had even finished their conversation and although she hadn’t checked, she suspected that along with Jungkook, Taehyung and Yoongi were still asleep.
Under any other circumstances, she would never have left strange men alone in her home, but with Jungkook being there and them being the people he trusted most…she felt that it was somewhat safe to leave them unattended for a while. That saying, she was also piss poor so it wasn’t like she owned anything those aristocrats would bother stealing.
“You know where the park is, yes?” Namjoon broke through her thoughts as they trotted down the stairs to the ground floor.
She rolled her eyes, huffing, “of course”
If she had been looking, she would’ve seen the smirk on his face. “Lead the way”
It was a good long walk to the park, most of it spent in silence, leaving Anastasia enough opportunity to study him. Something seemed to be agitating him, she noticed, his gaze flickering around nonstop like he was on the run. Did he not want people to see them together?
She could understand if that was the case, so far her presence has only caused drama.
When they got to the park, a nice wide open space, the calm atmosphere rapidly relieved her of anxiety as they settled at a table and bench that overlooked the beach. It wasn’t until he sat next to her and leaned in to read what she was setting out before them that she realized just how good he smelled.
She inwardly groaned. How was she supposed to not think of this man as more than Jungkook’s best friend when he 1. Looked like a Greek god 2. Smelled divine, and 3. Had the biggest brain of anyone she’d ever met.
Still, she sent him a shy smile in hopes of hiding her internal battle.
The day following carried on quickly and she was astonished by how much more things made sense when he explained them. He was unexpectedly patient, even at the times her brain just wouldn’t comprehend what he was trying to explain.
“Want to take a break?” He asked after her third brain fart in a row.
She bit my lip, unsure. “Can we?” Truth be told, she really needed one after four hours of non-stop studying.
“Yes. Pack up, I’ll get a ride and then we’ll go eat,” He stated, grabbing his phone off the table and stepping away.
She wasn’t exactly sure what he had in mind. Her thoughts were that they would just walk around and stretch their legs, but it was clear he had different expectations. Not that she was going to argue, though, not when he’d been kind enough to help her.
“He said he’d pick us up,” He announced, again coming to sit next to me.
“Who?”
“Hoseok,” he elaborated, not looking up from his phone. He was sitting close enough and in such a way that she could easily see what was on the screen, but out of respect and slight disinterest, she turned her attention elsewhere.
“Ah”
Silence ensued and as the time passed, her gaze slowly drifted down to his phone, the youtube video he was watching catching her attention. It wasn’t until her name was called that she noticed she’d been leaning into him for a better view or that he had angled his phone so she could see.
“Tasia!” She jerked back, searching for who had called her.
Anastasia instantly recognized the woman walking towards them, a friendly acquaintance from high school.
“Bea! Hey!” She greeted, returning the somewhat awkward hug she’s been pulled into.
Standing back upright, the woman helped herself to the seat across from them and her gaze understandably wandered over to the man sitting beside Anastasia, who was much more interested in his phone than her. He’d actually angled himself away, looking the most unapproachable she’d seen him.
That didn’t deter the woman. “Who’s this?” she wiggled her eyebrows at Anastasia, who had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. The woman was acting like they were in grade school and Anastasia was sitting next to her crush.
She wasn’t too far off on the “crush” part though.
“This is my friend Namjoon,” at the sound of his name, his eyes trailed up to meet her’s, “Namjoon, this is Beatrice”
For the first time, Namjoon looked at her. He didn’t say anything, just stared. It was like he was waiting for her to do something worthwhile to pay him back for the attention he was giving her. Anastasia squirmed in her seat. Why was he being so rude?
“Anyway, how are you? Do you live around here?” She changed the subject in an attempt to make Beatrice more comfortable. She already knew the answer, she’d seen her around campus before, but for the sake of breaking the ice, she pretended she didn’t.
“I do! I go to school here. What about you?”
“I’m going to school here too, we actually came here to study,” Anastasia explained, trying to bring Namjoon into the conversation.
Beatrice grinned, “A study date? What’s your major?”
“I’m a psychology major,” She answered, opting to ignore the first part.
“Oh, so you’re learning to read minds?” Beatrice laughed with a nudge.
Anastasia didn’t know whether or not she was being serious, so she took the safe bet and just laughed.
“Nothing that cool. Though if they ever give telepathy classes, I’ll be the first in line,” she assured, the strained interaction already taking its toll on her energy reserves. Jungkook usually took care of most interactions with people she didn’t know well, so she was out of practice.
“So what’s your-” she was cut off by Namjoon.
“Yeah?” They both turned to see his phone pressed to his ear.
“At the tables…okay…yeah,” With that he hung up, shoving his phone into his pocket.
Returning her attention to Beatrice, she smiled apologetically.
“Hoseok is waiting,” Namjoon announced before she could get a word out, flicking at her ponytail to keep her attention.
“Oh, okay”
“I’ll walk you guys to the parking lot! I need to get some food anyway, I’m starving” Beatrice groaned, rubbing her belly.
A part of Anastasia admired her confidence. Even after being stared down, she was still making the effort to interact with them.
On a whim, Anastasia offered, “We’re headed out to eat right now, too, wanna come?”
Beatrice visibly brightened up at the offer, “Yeah! Where are we going?”
“Um…” Anastasia glanced at Namjoon for guidance, but he ignored her, grabbed her bag, and walked away.
“Oh! Guess we’re going then!” Beatrice laughed and they both got up quickly to catch up with him.
Anastasia wanted to call him out, tell him that his legs were almost twice as long as theirs, but she knew he wouldn’t appreciate being told off in public. She didn’t even know him well enough to tell him off in private.
At the pace he set, they got to the front parking lot in record time, and leaning against the hood of a grey Charger was Hoseok accompanied by the very last person Anastasia wanted to see — Jimin.
Out of reflex, she grabbed the back of Namjoon’s hoodie, who looked back curiously, “What?”
“Uh, n-nothing,” she shook her head, letting go.
Jimin spotted them first, coming to meet them halfway, then in a very lazy fashion bumped into Namjoon in what vaguely resembled a hug.
“Anastasia~” Hoseok singsonged in a way that felt somewhat mocking, “you brought a friend”
“I-uh-yeah. This is my friend Beatrice,” She introduced, stiffening when Hoseok threw his arm around her shoulders the same way he had the night before. Goosebumps traveled across her skin as she recalled his hot breath fanning across her neck.
“Hello, Beatrice”
Anastasia couldn’t see his face anymore, but from the saccharine tone he used, she knew he was smirking at the other woman.
“Hello!” Beatrice squeaked, clearly not immune to his charm either.
“Will you be joining us?” Now it was Jimin, who’d come to rest against Hoseok. Again, Anastasia couldn’t really see his face, but by the way Beatrice was fidgeting and blushing, she knew she was getting his bedroom eyes full force.
“I mean, Tasia?” She looked at Anastasia desperately, as if she would be any help.
“Anastasia invited her” Namjoon didn’t even try to hide his displeasure.
“How exciting,” Hoseok didn’t exactly sound as thrilled by the news as his words implied, but he didn’t lose his friendly tone.
“Let’s go eat!” Anastasia blurted, lurching away from Hoseok and grabbing Beatrice by the wrist, marching off towards the car.
She knew there were only five seats in the car, but it wasn’t until she actually climbed in and scooched to the middle seat that she understood just how tight a fit it was going to be. Beatrice was on the curvier side, which just meant that she took up as much space as the boys did, leaving a little more than a foot of room in the middle for Anastasia to sit.
And of course, of course, Jimin was the one that climbed in next to her. She should have expected it, he was the smallest of the three men, but she was afraid. He didn’t lookangry, but being pressed flush against her probably wasn’t what he wanted either. The last thing she needed was to give him another reason to dislike her.
“You’re on my seatbelt,” Beatrice whispered, nudging her thigh.
“Oh, sorry” Anastasia murmured, scooting over and consequently bumping into Jimin. She was too scared to see his reaction so she just waited patiently before moving away again.
I have to buckle myself. She realized, awkwardly twisting back to reach for her own seatbelt, freezing when a hand came to rest over hers.
“Lemme help” he murmured and she probably wouldn’t have heard him if he wasn’t leaning in so close.
“Okay!” She squeaked, wrenching her hand back. He didn’t exactly laugh, but the huff of air he let out and the smug grin on his lips told her enough.
The back of his hand glided across her abdomen as he pulled the seatbelt out and around. She bit her lip and averted her eyes to the roof of the car. Was this man bipolar? Suddenly Taehyung’s face popped up in her brain and she grimaced. Those two were eerily similar.
Glancing over at Beatrice, she wondered what she thought of the whole situation. Was Anastasia the only one that thought this wasn’t ordinary? However, Beatrice wasn’t paying attention, too busy watching Namjoon out the window.
Hoseok could be heard through the open passenger door as Namjoon climbed in, the two discussing something in Korean. If she had to guess, she’d say it was lunch plans.
She almost laughed when in the middle of Hoseok’s sentence, Namjoon whipped out his phone and started typing, hoping that Beatrice would see that and not feel bad about being ignored earlier.
“Where are we going?” She spoke up, relaxing slightly when Jimin leaned into the window and away from her, closing his eyes.
Hoseok ducked down so she could see his face and gave her a smile, “Namjoon is getting the directions”
Anastasia nodded and smiled back. It was hard not to get caught up in him, his smile was so contagious and…bright.
When he moved away and his figure walked around the hood of the car, Beatrice whispered in her ear.
“I can’t decide if he’s hot or cute,” Anastasia couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up because she’d had the same thought.
The drive was pretty funny, with Namjoon not paying as close attention to the directions as he should have been, leading to them making more than one U-turn. Throughout, Anastasia did her best to get to know Beatrice more. She didn’t really have any friends in the city and if they were going to the same school, it would be easy to catch up.
She discovered the two of them actually had a lot in common, from their music tastes to their food preferences. She could see herself becoming close with the other.
Half an hour passed before Hoseok finally pulled into an open space on the street, a little ways down from where Anastasia knew there to be an upscale restaurant.
She was feeling a bit nervous for her bank account, but she had a feeling Beatrice felt the same way so at least she wasn’t alone. She was confused though, didn’t they need a reservation to eat there? There was no way they got one on such short notice on a busy Saturday afternoon.
Maybe that was better because then they’d be forced to eat somewhere else. Somewhere cheaper.
Turning to unbuckle herself, she let out a hiss when her skull came in contact with Jimin’s, who’d leaned in to do the same.
“Sorry,” She winced, rubbing her head.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, putting a ring-clad hand to his own head.
Biting her lip anxiously, she ungracefully shuffled out of the car after Beatrice, who caught her after almost tripping on the curb.
“Falling for me already?” She winked, to which Anastasia rolled her eyes and grinned.
With the five of them now gathered, they made their way towards the restaurant’s front doors. There was a lot of hustle and bustle on the streets, people enjoying their Saturday to the fullest and although she probably shouldn’t have even been surprised by that point, Anastasia’s eyes still went wide when Hoseok put a protective arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.
The cool air that surrounded them the moment they walked through the doors was a welcomed change. The standard of interior design, though, had her chewing on the inside of her cheek. It was reallyfancy. The moment you stepped into the well-lit entrance there was beautiful gold latticing on the walls and a warm brown podium about ten feet deep into the room. Anastasia immediately felt sorely underdressed.
Namjoon took the lead, strolling up to the podium where an employee stood, ready to check customers in. Although he looked misplaced in his casual attire, he somehow still held his own against the beautiful decor. He fit right in.
The man behind the podium, whose name tag read Jeremy, had short, quaffed bleach-blonde hair that stood out nicely against his elegant black uniform. He looked Namjoon up and down, no doubt judging his clothing, but the suspicion and judgment quickly left his eyes when he took in Jimin and Hoseok. The two were clearly wearing designer clothing and expensive jewelry — Hoseok’s big gold watch was hard to miss. He barely spared Beatrice and her a glance before he refocused on Namjoon.
“Hello! Do you have a reservation?” Zach’s tone was considerably brighter than expected.
Anastasia winced at the question. She was right, they needed a reservation to get in.
“Hoseok Jung” Namjoon’s voice commanded.
Anastasia’s brows shot up and she pulled away to look at Hoseok.
“I know people,” He hummed with a smirk.
Her curiosity wasn’t exactly sated, but she would wait until we were at least seated before she started asking more questions.
Zach looked more shocked than Anastasia did at the sound of Hoseok’s name and she could see the panic in his eyes as he sputtered a little bit with his response, “You’re-of course! Your table is right over here,” He bowed, ushering them around the beautiful island wall leading to the rest of the restaurant.
Anastasia didn’t know why she was expecting a low-lit, sultry vibe, but they were greeted with a bright, spacious room filled with soft chatter and laughter. There were modern chandeliers hanging over the bigger tables and the decor about the room was impeccable. It felt strangely welcoming.
Zach led their small group to one of the tables in the center. It was a bigger table that could seat twice as many people than they had but she wasn’t going to ask.
Hoseok absentmindedly pulled out her chair before taking the seat next to her and engaging Namjoon in conversation, both of them ignoring Zach completely. Beside her, she noticed Jimin pull Beatrice’s seat out for her too and watched as she flushed pink. Jimin gave Anastasia a knowing smirk and went to sit beside Namjoon who was across from them.
They were all sitting fairly centered at the table, empty seats on both sides of and for some reason that made the table seem not as big as it had before.
“Your waiter will be right with you,” Zach notified, looking a little miffed but bowed in departure nonetheless.
Anastasia made sure to give him a kind smile, “Thanks, Zach.”
At her words, both Namjoon and Hoseok cut off whatever they were saying, turning their attention to her.
Her eyes widened. What?
“You look good today,” Hoseok commented after a moment and she scoffed lightly. They both knew she looked like a hot mess.
The questioning stare she got in return had her questioning his sanity, though.
Not long after, a beautiful woman approached and it took Anastasia a moment to realize she was their waitress.
“Good afternoon,” The woman smiled and even Anastasia couldn’t help but be enchanted. “I’m Terrance, I’ll be your waitress today,” the gentle smile never left her face as she carefully passed out the menus.
“Thanks” Anastasia murmured, her mouth making a small ‘o’ at the way Terrance eyed Beatrice.
“Of course! May we start you off with something to drink?” She grinned, her eyes continuously flickering back to an oblivious Beatrice as she waited for our responses. Anastasia couldn’t help the smirk that grew on her lips as she looked down and fiddled with the utensils that were beautifully wrapped in a cloth napkin.
“Just water,” Namjoon answered dismissively, probably more oblivious than even Beatrice.
“Water for me too, what about you Bee?” Anastasia prompted. She knew from high school that Beatrice played both sides.
She looked so flustered when agreeing that just water was fine that Anastasia had to reconsider, maybe Beatrice wasn’t as clueless as she’d pegged.
Suddenly Anastasia got a rush of excitement at the thought of the two but squashed it down, catching Jimin’s gaze. He was relaxed back into his chair, legs crossed with an arm slung lazily over the back of Namjoon’s chair. He raised an eyebrow at her, a smirk playing on his lips.
Her breath hitched at the sight, trying desperately not to get caught up in him. Luckily Hoseok saved her when he lightly nudged her arm.
“Hey, I don’t have your number,” he huffed, as if for some reason that was herfault.
“My number?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, waving up his expensive phone that was displaying his contact list.
“Twenty-eight hundred contacts?! Would you be able to find it even if you did?” She guffawed, tearing her eyes away from his screen to look at him.
He just grinned, pressed on the screen a few times, and held it back out for her. The recognizable “ Create new contact” page was now open.
She bit her lip, contemplating. Did she really want to give her number to him? Her nerves were shot enough as it were, morecontact with them didn’t really seem like the best idea for her health.
Her decision not to give in was steadfast, but the moment he smiled at her, her brain forgot all logic and she found herself entering her number on autopilot.
His smile grew and from that alone she couldn’t even find it in herself to regret it.
“So how did you guys all meet?” Beatrice asked suddenly, probably feeling like the odd man out and Anastasia suddenly realized she hadn’t introduced anyone after Namjoon.
“Oh! Um, do you remember Jungkook? From high school?” She started.
“Of course!” Beatrice’s eyes lit up, “are you guys still friends? I remember that by graduation you two were basically connected at the hip.”
Anastasia laughed at the memories. Looking back, she could see how funny their relationship might’ve seemed to the other kids. After all, it was usually afterhigh school that people made those close connections.
“They moved in together” Jimin spoke up with a smugness before Anastasia had a chance to confirm Jungkook’s and her’s ongoing friendship status. Beatrice’s eyes grew comically and she whipped her head around to look at Anastasia for confirmation.
“No! No. We did not” She quickly corrected, holding her hands up as if to stop the other’s thoughts. “And that’s not even the point. Point is, Hoseok, Jimin, and Namjoon all grew up with him” she continued, pointing at each man respectively.
“Oh really? What was he like growing up?” Beatrice asked what Anastasia had been wanting to know for a while.
The three stopped to think about it for a moment.
“Irreplaceable.” Jimin eventually surmised to which the other two nodded.
Anastasia was about to coo at the statement, but Namjoon butt in.
“Woah, hey, careful! What are you trying to do, eyeball it from the ceiling?”
Everyone turned to see what he was talking about and Anastasia had to roll her lips together to stop from laughing at the sight that greeted them. A young boy had been pouring water into glasses and Namjoon had a point, the kid was pouring from pretty high up.
The boy looked a little confused but apologized anyway and all was forgotten, the afternoon carrying on seamlessly after that.
That is until Anastasia got a phone call. Pulling out her phone, she glanced noncommittal at the caller ID, a smile unknowingly stretching across her face at Jungkook’s name.
“Excuse me, I have to take this,” she mumbled, turning away, “Hello?”
“Taz!”
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Okay guys/ladies/everyone! What do you think?! hehe
Also, are all the links lining up okay? Tumblr is a little confusing, but I think everything is in order haha
“Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?” - L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
When she’d gone back into the living room, she found that there was still a free spot on the 3 seater couch, Namjoon, Seokjin, and Jimin all sitting on the floor with Taehyung on the armrest, leaning into Jungkook’s side. But the free seat was between Jungkook and Yoongi and if Yoongi wasupset, she didn’t want to make it worse by sitting next to him. So she opted to sit on the floor and lean back against Jungkook’s legs and made a mental note to apologize to Yoongi the next day.
She didn’t even get the chance to settle all the way down before Hoseok called out to everyone to come and eat. Since when was he the host? She felt a little embarrassed about slacking. She didn’t have to like them to be polite, her parents raised her better, she should’ve been the one handing out the food.
Taehyung was the first up, practically vaulting off Jungkook as he darted to the table and Jimin wasn’t far behind, followed closely by the others. Only Seokjin and her didn’t immediately move, taking their time to get up. He offered her a hand to help her up and she gave a shy ‘thanks’ in return.
The rest of dinner passed with low energy and minimal talking, and what was said was in Korean, bringing an odd sense of relief to her as she was left to her own thoughts. The peace continued until they eventually migrated back to the couch to watch movies, somehow fitting five people on the couch, leaving Taehyung, Namjoon, and her to sit on the floor. Jungkook had offered her his seat, but she’d declined in favor of having more space on the floor.
Although the earlier tension with Taehyung had been somewhat relieved, she was still cautious as she lowered herself to the floor next to him, using Jungkook’s knee as an aid. After cozying up against Jungkook’s legs again, she was pleased to find that there was still a happy 30 centimeters of space between her shoulder and Taehyung’s.
He must have noticed the hesitance and all her nervous glances, because he smirked flirtatiously, the same smirk she’d noticed on Jimin’s lips a few times — like they had a secret that no one else was in on. Her face burned at the thought.
“You don’t have any classes tomorrow, right?” Junkook asked randomly when Yoongi got up to pick out a movie, pulling her from her thoughts.
“Uh, no, I don’t, but I have a lot of homework to get done so I’m gonna spend my day doing that,” She answered, shooting down any plans he might’ve wanted to make, proud that she hadn’t stuttered with the attention now on her.
He hummed, pouting a bit, “Are you still having trouble with your thesis?”
Her face dropped and her jaw clenched because partially, yes,shewas still having trouble, but mostly because Jungkook had no filter and had just blabbed to everyone that she was struggling with her schoolwork.
“You know, Namjoon is really smart, he could help you,” Hoseok offered, butting in.
Nammjoon looked up from his phone at the sound of his name. “Huh?” There were some snickers at the irony.
‘Really smart’, how smart could the guy be? He was like her age and college wasn’t a know-all situation, there were so many different majors and so much more to learn.
“Nothing, really, it’s—”
“Tasia was wondering if you could help her with her thesis,” Taehyung cut her off.
“Wha—” She whipped around to stare at him in disbelief. He just grinned innocently.
“Okay,” came Namjoon’s reply and she turned back, not really expecting him to have agreed, not really wantinghim to have agreed. On top of him being intimidating and unapproachable, she was worried she’d just be humoring him the whole time because he wouldn’t actuallybe of any help.
“No, honestly, you’d have to have taken the class to be able to help. I mean, I’min the class and I barely understand how to do it,” she waved off.
“Which class is it for?”
“Psychological Statistics”
He was quiet for a second before nodding, “I can help.”
“I just said—”
“I’ve taken the class,” he interrupted, sparking some irritation in her for being cut off again, but it was overshadowed by her surprise.
“You’ve taken the class?”
He nodded, “I got my Master’s in Psychology two years ago”
The nonchalant way he had said it made that tidbit of information seem like it wasn’t a big deal, but it most definitely was.
“I’m sorry, what?” Was he actually a lot older than he looked? She wondered.
“Yeah! Joonie has a bunch of degrees. Business, Finance, Psychology, Mathematics,” Hoseok bragged proudly.
Anastasia felt like her brain was going to explode. How?Who could have that many degrees when they didn’t look anywhere nearold enough to have gone to school for the amount of time it would require?
“He…what?” She could barely get the words out.
“He’s got a sexy brain,” Seokjin threw in with a chuckle and she got the feeling she’d missed some inside joke.
“So, if you want, I can help,” Namjoon offered, recentering the topic and ducking his head so their eyes could meet.
Her face flushed at the eye contact, but she nodded nonetheless.
Damn, he’s really attractive. She couldn’t help but think as her eyes scanned over his face. His blemish-free skin had a healthy golden glow, his lips were full and pink, and his eyes.She felt a confusing combination of trapped and at home while looking into his eyes.
“If you wouldn’t mind…” She trailed, almost scared that if she accepted his help, he’d be annoyed and grow to dislike her as well. He’d been fairly unproblematic, she didn’t want to push the boundaries of what he would put up with.
She wasn’t stupid, she’d noticed the change in behavior they all had towards her, but she’d be willing to bet money that it had more to do with Jungkook’s earlier ‘if you want to be in my life, you need to accept that she’s a part of it’ comment than it had to do with the kindness of their hearts. People just weren’t like that.
“I don’t mind”
“While you’re at it, Namjoon-hyung, help her with the rest of her homework. The faster she gets it done, the sooner we can hang out” Jungkook said, leaning down to wrap his arms around her shoulder. It felt more like an insincere chokehold than a hug, but she welcomed his touch nonetheless.
“Since when did you need me around to hang out with your friends? Besides, what about yourhomework, Kook? Have you done it?” She turned her head up, glaring at him suspiciously.
“I always do my homework, Taz,” Jungkook smirked, flicking her nose with his finger.
She couldn’t help the fierce blush that appeared on her face and once again she was reminded how truly and utterly whippedshe was for the man.
“Whatever,” She grumbled, pulling his arms away and shifting her weight so she was facing completely towards the TV.
“And we don’t needyou there to have fun, it’s just morefun when you’re there” he finished. She hadn’t missed the ‘we’, but she did ignore it.
And so it was settled, Namjoon would be over, bright and early the next morning to help her with her homework.
Why did it feel like these men were trying to get comfortable in her life? Anastasia had a lot of questions, but no idea how to voice them. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to.
Time passed and she soon found herself becoming fully engrossed in the movie that played on the telly. It was an old Chinese one that she’d never seen before and it had deeply captured her attention, which was probably the reason she didn’t notice when Taehyung fell asleep, his head slowly coming to rest on her shoulder. When she did realize, her stomach dropped as she panicked. She knew he likely wasn’t snuggled into her of his own volition, but that thought was of little consolation.
Looking around for some help, she came to find that most of them were asleep too. She couldn’t see Jungkook directly behind her, but Hoseok, Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jin all had their eyes closed and Jimin, who’d gotten up earlier to get water and opted for the floor when he’d returned, was now laying down, also passed out.
In a moment of weakness, her eyes trailed down to where his shirt had ridden up ever so slightly, highlighting his slim, fit waist.
Her attention came hurtling back to Taehyung when he looped his arm around hers and snuggled closer, her heart beginning to thump loudly in her ears. She felt faint, unsure what to do.
It didn’t help that he smelled so good, the perfect mix of shower gel and fresh cotton. Panicking, she nudged him awake and the second she did, she regretted it. But it was too late and his eyes slowly blinked open to stare up at her.
It took him a moment to become coherent and pull away, but his movements were still sluggish and he didn’t fall back asleep like Jungkook usually did. Instead, he watched her as she got up to turn off the TV and quietly gather up all the dishes on the coffee table before heading off to the kitchen.
With the way he was staring, she half expected him to get up and follow her, but he didn’t, leaving her to clean up in peace.
“I’ll help”
Maybe she’d spoken too soon, because, ten minutes later, she almost dropped a plate into the soapy water when he appeared out of thin air beside her.
“Taehyung?”
“Anastasia.” She bit back a shiver at the way her name sounded with his deep baritone.
“You scared me.” She accused with a scowl.
“I’m sorry,” he looked anything but sorry. In fact, he was most definitely amused. “I’m really good at washing dishes,” He continued, coming closer and submerging his hands into the soapy water as well.
“O-okay” She squeaked because honestly what else could she say? He already had his hands on a sponge.
She was pleased to find, as they continued washing in silence, that he wasn’t there to bother her and he didn’t break the silence until the kitchen was completely clean.
“I really am sorry”
“Huh?”
“For my behavior,” he continued, “I was angry, but it was wrong of me to take it out on you”
She was having a hard time processing. Why another apology? She’d already said that she forgave him, had he noticed her reluctance?
“So,” he paused, taking her hands in his, “I’m sorry for being intentionally rude to you”
Was this even the same person? Why all of a sudden did his apology seem genuine?
Don’t fall for it , that little voice of common sense whispered. She kept having to remind herself that he was a con artist and his sweet, innocent smile was nothing but a play to get something out of her.
But what, though? The million-dollar question.
“I forgive you,” She croaked out, the oxygen leaving her lungs as the most beautiful smile appeared on his face. How could someone be that beautiful?
All these mixed signals, but they could still make her heart race. If only it would get the memo that these men were off-limits.
There was no recovering from Taehyung’s disarming good looks, but she could pretend. And she did, patting his shoulder awkwardly and leaving to the living room.
Now what to do with them.She was honestly surprised that none of them had woken up, but when she’d mentioned it, Taehyung had assured that they could sleep through a tornado. That begged the question of what they’d had to sleep through before for them to be such solid sleepers.
Regardless, there was still the problem of the six men asleep in her apartment. She couldn’t just let them stay,she was a woman living alone!
She bit her lip, should she wake them? Well, she’d haveto wake them if she really had a problem with them sleeping over. The real question was wouldshe wake them?
Taehyung must have noticed the distress on her face because he offered to wake them.
Before she could think it through, her hand shot out and gripped his wrist, “No, don’t”
He looked back questioningly, but she didn’t have an explanation. It was just one night…
“They look so tired, is it okay to wake them?” She finally whispered out, suddenly feeling the need to be quiet even though they’d just been banging around in the kitchen minutes prior.
An odd look passed over Taehyung’s face but it was gone before she could place it.
“Where do you all sleep at Jungkook’s, anyway? He only has one guest room?” This question had been gnawing at her for a while.
He didn’t hesitate, “Three in Jungkook-ah’s, two in the guest and two on the couch”
“Threein Kook’s?” She couldn’t imagine. He only had a queen bed (he’d wanted to buy a bigger one but it wouldn’t fit in the room), how had they been able to fit three grown men comfortably?
Although looking at them all curled awkwardly around each other, maybe comfort wasn’t a necessity for them to sleep.
“Yeah, Jin-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, and Yoongi-hyung. Jimin and I took the guest bed and Namjoon-hyung and Jungkookie took the couches”
“Jungkook took the couch?” She was becoming more and more convinced that the Jungkook she knew and the Jungkook they knew were two different people. The Jungkook she knew wouldn’t even sharehis bed with any of his friends, much less give it up entirely. In fact, if he could avoid it, he wouldn’t have his friends over at his place at all. The Jungkook she knew was territorial and a bit selfish, always wanting to be the best at everything he did. And he was.
She didn’t notice Taehyung’s gaze, too caught up in her own mind.
“Anastasia?”
“Mm?” She hummed, tearing her eyes away from Jungkook’s form on the couch.
“Where should I sleep?”
She was confused, “Take advantage of the empty apartment next door and get a good night’s sleep”
He slouched into a pout, “But it’s lonely, don’t you have a guest room too?”
“A guest room will be less lonely?” She asked skeptically. She supposed she could understand how sleeping alone in an apartment when you were used to having people around you would be lonely, but he was a grown man. He couldn’t tough it out for one night?
Don’t find him cute, don’t find him cute, don’t find him cute. She repeated to herself as he nodded at her with wide, hopeful eyes.
“Can’t promise it’s very fresh, I haven’t aired it out in a hot minute” She warned, caving in. It was just one night.
“That’s okay, I’ll sleep with the window open” He shrugged and she rolled her eyes, showing him to the guest room.
She flinched back into the wall when Yoongi slipped into the room after him. He was so quiet, she hadn’t even noticed him following them. How long had he been awake for? Was he ever asleep?
When the door shut, her shoulders slumped. This was exhausting.
Doing one last sweep of the apartment, routinely checking the locks, and turning off the lights, she made her way to her own room and changed into a pair of pajamas. After a quick trip to the bathroom to wash up, she climbed into bed and forced herself to relax. She had a full day of studying with Namjoon tomorrow and it would do her well to get a good, restful sleep or at least the illusion of it.
***
“Turn that shit off,” A deep voice growled in her ear the next morning, effectively pulling her from unconsciousness. Patting blindly around her bedside table, she did as told and shut off the blaring alarm coming from her phone.
“Kook, get off,” She grunted, slapping Jungkook’s arm impatiently after she’d attempted to roll onto her back but the arm firmly wrapped around her waist restricted the movement.
He groaned and rolled away, falling right back to sleep. When had he even come into her room?
She usually didn’t let him sleep in her bed, having set that boundary a long time ago for the safety of her heart, but she couldn’t exactly blame him for choosing her bed over sharing a couch with multiple people and she was grateful that he didn’t go back to his own apartment and leave her alone with a bunch of strange men.
Still, she feigned annoyance at his presence with a huff and climbed out of bed, stumbling over to her closet to pick out a change of clothes.
Tip-toeing to her door, clothes in hand, she carefully opened it and peeked her head out, taking a second to listen for any sign of life. She grinned, pleased when everyone appeared to still be sleeping before stepping out and darting to the bathroom.
After closing and locking the door as quietly as possible, she turned towards the shower and winced, turning it on and praying that the noise wouldn’t disturb anyone.
She was in and out of the shower in record time, speedily drying off and throwing on the change of clothes. Being naked, even with a locked door between them, when there were 7 gorgeous men in her apartment was nerve-wracking.
This time when she opened the door, she was positive that someone would be awake, but when she peeked into the living room, everyone was still asleep.
The night before they’d looked peaceful and even somewhat cute, but with the light shining through the window, now illuminating the room in a gentle golden glow, the sleeping figures held a darker edge to them. Like a knife catching the sunlight.
Namjoon shifted and she flinched back, scared he would wake up and catch her staring. Would they still be personable when they woke? It was hard to imagine when they looked threatening even in their sleep.
A shiver went down her spine, but it wasn’t entirely from fear and in a moment of horror, she realized she likedthe thrill. They felt dangerous but in a controlled way. They were confident and subtle, strong but lean, and she was such a fucking cliche.
Knowing she’d been standing there watching them sleep for far too long, she spun around and headed back to her room, intending to confront Jungkook. He’d know how to handle the situation.
“Psst! Kook!” She hissed, jabbing his shoulder none too kindly, “Wake up!”
His eyes didn’t want to open, but slowly they did as he licked his dry lips. When his gaze eventually focused on her, his mouth stretched into her favorite smile. Why’d he have to look at her like that? How could he not know what that did to her?
“Hey, baby,” She jerked back at his morning voice, despite having heard it a thousand times before.
“Get up, you have to wake everyone,” It took everything in her not to melt when he addressed her like that, but when he frowned and pulled away, curling into the blankets, she wished she’d never opened her mouth.
“You do it,” he grumbled.
“Jungkook, I can’t, they’re your friends, not mine!” She insisted, shaking him again.
He barely turned to look back, “I don’t wanna. It’s okay to wake them, they won’t mind if you wake them” his words were becoming progressively more garbled.
“Jungkook!” She resisted stomping her feet lest she anger the downstairs neighbors.
He didn’t respond, tempting her to act on violent impulses. But she wouldn’t, she would never try to hurt him.
So she ended up where she started, standing before a group of sleeping men, not sure if she was anxious or excited. She didn’t even like them, so why was her stomach in knots and her heart beating as if she’d just brushed hands with her crush for the first time?
Forcing herself to relax her shoulders and take a deep breath, she eyed the possible candidates. There was absolutely no way she was going to wake up Hoseok or Jimin, and Namjoon was far too intimidating, which left…Seokjin.
He wasn’t particularly inviting, (none of them were), but he also hadn’t done anything to offend her. She wasn’t feeling particularly enthusiastic about undoubtedly ruining any good feelings he had for her by waking him up, but her only other option was Taehyung and he was with Yoongi who she was still terrified of and if she accidentally woke him up too, it would only make everything that much worse.
Biting her lip, she accepted her fate and carefully stepped over a sleeping Jimin on the floor and crouched in front of Seokjin, not wanting him to find her looming over him when he woke. From that position, however, she wasn’t able to reach his broad shoulders without running the risk of falling into his lap, so she very, verygently patted his thigh and called his name.
The man woke up as if he’d never been asleep, his head raising as his eyes opened easily. The only tell-tale sign that he’d actually been sleeping was the slight puffiness around his eyes and the blank stare he gave like his brain was still catching up.
“Hi,” she whispered with a small wave, still crouched.
“Hi,” he responded, his voice low and raspy as he turned his head to take in Hoseok next to him and Namjoon on the floor. His gaze came back her way but didn’t stay long as he focused on Jimin’s figure behind her.
“I was hoping you might help me wake them up?” Initially, she had planned on making him wake them up on his own, it wasn’t that big of a task, but she already felt bad for waking him up.
He nodded, taking her in for real now that he was a little more awake.
“Your hair is wet,” he murmured so quietly that she almost missed it, reaching out to feel it between his fingers.
“I just took a shower,” she explained, tensing at the closeness.
“You look pretty,” he concluded, not giving her a chance to reply before he slapped Hoseok’s shoulder, who jumped.
The action startled her and she lost her already precarious balance, which would have been fine except Seokjin tried to grab her hand in an attempt to catch her but only managed to make her lose her footing entirely and go sprawling back…on top of a sleeping Jimin.
The said victim cried out, curling into a ball with his hands over his crotch that had just been elbowed.
She couldn’t get off him fast enough.
“Oh no! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to! Are you okay?” Her hands fluttered uselessly over him, not sure what to do to make things better. She’d never stuck around after nailing a guy in the jewels, so she wasn’t exactly sure what the proper protocol was or if there even wasa protocol. Was there a way to lessen the pain or did he just have to wait it out?
A little voice in the back of her mind made the comment that that was his karma for kissing her without permission.
“Fuck off!” He growled and she quickly pulled back, not expecting his tone even though she should’ve. She could hear Seokjin and Hoseok snickering behind her and her humiliation grew.
“I’m so sorry” She murmured one last time before standing up and dashing to her room, fully prepared to never leave it again.
“Accept it without arrogance, let it go with indifference” — Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
Anastasia felt a heavy sense of deja vu as she lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling while trying to figure out what was going on. She didn’t have terribly high expectations of the outcome this time, though.
She knew her relationship with Jungkook was worth a lot, enough that he wouldn’t drop her like a hot potato. Probably.But she was no longer sure if that was the best choice for him. She didn’t want to jump to conclusions and become some self-sacrificing burden, but she remembered the last time Jungkook chose to stay with her. For a while, she’d wondered if he’d ever make it out of the dark haze that overcame him. Whatever happened, she never wanted to see him like that again.
But this was all worst-case scenario, situations conjured up out of anxiety and a bit of ‘leave him before he leaves you’. If she looked at it realistically, the men all clearly loved each other and would likely work things out. After all, there was no way seven men were that close without having learned to put away their pride in favor of staying close.
Andbest-case scenario, the six were gone in a week and things could go back to their regularly scheduled program. Though she didn’t have high hopes of that coming true, nothing was ever that easy when it came to relationships, especially one as unique as theirs.
Because their relationship wasunique. She’d hardly spent any time with them, but it had already been enough for her to notice. They maneuvered through and around each other like the perfectly designed machine and she was the wrench that just got thrown in — derailing everyone.
She didn’t know what to think about that, honestly. Cleary Jungkook had had quite the life before her and he’d told no one. What was she supposed to think? A relationship too personal to share, but now he was forced to.
On one hand, these people were bound to come up eventually, if she and Jungkook were really to stay together as they’d always planned, but on the other hand, she found herself wishing it’d all been revealed in a better way. She imagined Jungkook felt the same because as much as he seemed delighted to have the six others with him, there was a hesitance to how he acted now. A fear of something — probably her reaction to howthey were so close and whothey were to him.
The curiosity burned inside her, but she would be patient. For Jungkook, she would be patient.
Her mind wandered back to what they were doing right then. How were they reconciling? When Taehyung had lunged at Jungkook earlier, the action, although filled with outrage, hadn’t seemed malicious.He hadn’t wanted to do any actual harm to the younger, only express the emotions inside of him. But the concern was…would that rage escalate?
Jimin had been ready to stop Taehyung, but would the others lend a hand? Or would they turn against Jungkook? She couldn’t predict the outcome.
An hour passed with these thoughts, then two. At the start of the third hour, there was a knock at her door.
Anastasia wasn’t sure she was ready to face what was on the other side, yet. She hadn’t decided what she wanted, what she was okay with, or how she should act.
Slowly and nervously she approached the door, peeping through the peephole just to be sure that it actually was Jungkook. What she found felt worse than if it hadn’tbeen Jungkook.
It was Jungkook and company.
Steeling herself, she took a deep breath and opened the door. Jungkook’s presence, as always, made her heart beat too fast and her stomach do flips.
“Hey, Taz,” he greeted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, a somewhat expected reaction from him.
“Hey, Kook,” she returned. “Taehyung, Yoongi,” she nodded stoically as they filed in after Jungkook.
They gave small bows in return. She probably should have been surprised at their polite demeanors, but as she hadn’t had any expectations of the turnout, she just…wasn’t. She did feel some relief that no one was trying to bite her head off anymore, though.
Cautiously, she eyed Jungkook’s body language, and, once again, shewas who he seemed most concerned about. But why?
Many possible scenarios crossed her mind, but she couldn’t confidently settle on one. What was he thinking? What was the secret?
They all stood in silence for a moment until Jungkook explained their presence.
“I, uh, mentioned that I was gonna bring some food over to you and Taehyung asked to come. He wanted to apologize,” He explained, the most confident he’d been the entire encounter.
Anastasia looked Taehyung up and down skeptically. She also wanted to ask why Yoongi was there, but she didn’t think it was important enough to.
If she was being honest, Taehyung wasn’t even the one she cared for an apology from. He hadn’t been particularly likable, sure, but that just seemed like a personality trait at this point. Jimin kissing her without permission was the thing most weighing on her mind, Taehyung not liking her felt pale in comparison. She appreciated the sentiment either way, though, however suspicious of his motives she may have been.
“Alright,” she didn’t know what else to say. In the back of her mind, she wondered if being so short would offset Taehyung, but there wasn’t much change in his expression.
“I’m very sorry for the way I’ve been behaving,” he began, his dark eyes meeting her’s straight on, “I hadn’t seen Jungkook in so long and it felt like you were trying to steal him away”
She had a hard time meeting his gaze, his body language and expression becoming submissive like a child’s. She had to keep in mind all the things she’d noticed about him up to that point, the biggest one being how manipulative he was. Jimin too. There hadn’t been a time since she met them that they hadn’t been playing the room to their advantage, even if it was for something as simple as a bite of food.
Knowing this, she wondered if she should still forgive him. If his apology was an implication that he would behave better (even if only on the surface for Jungkook’s sake), then it would be beneficial for her as well. Likely, after this, he would just avoid her entirely.
“I forgive you,” she decided, still keeping a somewhat straight face. She was aiming for civil, not friendly, after all. “That food?”
Jungkook grinned knowingly at the quick subject change and held up the bag of food, “Yup!”
**
Time passed quicker than she would have imagined and it wasn’t even an entirely unpleasant experience, what with everyone behaving themselves. It hadn’t taken very long for the other four to find their way over, probably following the food. Or Jungkook, she wasn’t sure what was more likely.
Things quickly became chaotic with the slowly growing company in one room, but she still managed to catch Seokjin quietly coming, placing her backpack silently by the door. Before she could comment on it or thank him, Jimin waltzed in with more elegance than any human had a right to possess.
She couldn’t help how she tensed up, the memory of his lips on hers feeling all too real. She was annoyed with him, she was, but she also found herself staring at him throughout the evening. For someone who insisted they didn’t like him, she was way too interested in the way the muscles in his legs flexed as he slowly lowered himself to the floor a few minutes later, distracted by whatever Namjoon was asking him.
She jumped when she felt a light hand on her waist, quickly diverting her gaze. Had she been caught staring?
“May we use your dishes for the food?” Seokjin asked politely, motioning to where Hoseok was already helping himself to her cabinets.
Her eyes widened and she rushed over, “Here, lemme help!”
“Thank you~” He sing-songed as she showed him where the plates were kept. She tried to ignore how endearing that was.
Pulling away to let him grab what he wanted, she noticed Yoongi fishing through her drawers for, presumably, utensils.
He was inches away from opening her junk drawer, where she shoved every miscellaneous screw, lightbulb, pen, paper, coughdrop, and even sometimes mail that she didn’t have a home for. Lunging for his hand, she yanked hard — too hard — causing him to lose his balance and stumble into her, sending them both to the floor.
It took her a second to catch her breath and a second longer to realize that he was on top of her with their legs entangled. Their eyes met and the world faded out for a moment until he unexpectedly dropped his forehead to her chest and muttered a low ‘fuck’.
The warmth of his breath danced across her clavicle, making her shiver as a thousand little bumps appeared on her skin.
She could feel the power in his arms as he pushed himself off her, a whoosh of cold air running between them. Hoseok, who had been laughing hardily at their expense, bent down to help them up.
It took Yoongi all of one second after they were both upright to leave the room and Anastasia had the nagging feeling that she should go after him and apologize, but she ignored it and turned to face Hoseok, who was still grinning ear to ear. At least his snickering had subsided.
“You okay?” he asked, unable to help the giggle that bubbled up as he brushed the hair that had fallen in her face back behind her ear.
“I’m great, thanks,” She rolled her eyes and swatted his hand away, far too embarrassed to be cordial.
“Don’t be upset,” He coaxed.
“I’m not, I just…I think Yoongi is,” She sighed, glancing in the direction he’d escaped.
Hoseok looked delighted by her confession, “He’s not.”
She huffed, not believing him for a second, and turned around to gather utensils from their respective drawer.
Yoongi was the only one that had seemed to remotely like her, or at the very least find her funny. She doubted he thought so anymore. She knew the whole situation with them not liking her wasn’t her fault, but did she really have to go and give them a reason?
Her eyes went wide, snapped from her thoughts when Hoseok threw an arm over her shoulder, resting it across her chest and pulling her into him.
“I’ll prove it if you want,” his breath was hot in her ear.
For a split, irrational second, she was tempted. But then she remembered they all hated her and this was probably just a follow-up game to Jimin’s pash sesh.
“No thanks,” Her tone came out harsher than she’d meant it to as she shrugged him off and walked away.
He didn’t stop her.
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1/3 new chapter I’m about to post, lemme know what you think! :) So happy to be back haha
Theme: Roommates to lovers, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, fuckboy Jungkook x fuckgirl reader.
Summary: He was tired of waiting for her.
Warning: swearing
A/n note: I really need to get the next chapter of run going but enjoy this while I do that
Like and reblog pls <3
“Jesus Yn you’re heavy,” Jungkook huffed as she threw herself on him, his arms automatically wrapping around her waist to stop her from falling and hurting herself, it was like muscle memory.
“Jungkookieee I missed youuuuuu,” she slurred as she locked her hands behind his neck. Yn was a lovey-dovey drunk and she was adamant about showering him with all her love and affection whenever she came home hammered.
“I missed you too,” Jungkook lied as he dragged Yn to the kitchen, her feet barely grazing the floor as they walked.
“Sit down,” Jungkook demanded once they made it to the kitchen counter and Yn followed his command obediently.
“Good girl,” Jungkook praised as he left her side to fill up a glass of water, he didn’t notice the blush that decorated her cheeks.
He went to grab Yn’s makeup bag from the bathroom while she finished the glass of water, hoping that she’d sober up a little by the time he came back.
“Look up,” he instructed, grabbing the makeup wipes from the pouch but Yn was also an extremely stubborn drunk, she kept her head down, refusing to look up.
“Yn….,” Jungkook called, a threat in his voice, “look up,” he said again, firmly gripping her chin to tilt it upwards, if she wasn’t going to do it he’d do it himself.
He got closer to her, wiping down the makeup gently, making sure to use the lightest touch that he could, he started with the smudged lipstick, wiping it away carefully.
“Jungkookie are you angry,” yn asked as she peered at his face, the crinkle of his brow made him look very sexy and intimidating but it wasn’t a good sign.
“No,” Jungkook denied, because it was true, he wasn’t angry, he was jealous, green with envy but not angry, he could never be angry at her.
He was jealous of all the men who had touched her, seen her, or even thought of her, all the men who weren’t good enough for her but still got a chance to be with her. It made him rage and storm but he’d never let her know that.
She didn’t have to know it, he’d just be here, in the back, silent and calm, an anchor to hold her steady while she went wild, he wouldn’t let her go, wouldn’t let any storm faze her, he’d carry the whole world if it meant she was happy.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when Yn tipped his face in her little hands, angling his face to look at her and he could feel his breath being taken away as she grazed her fingers across his jaw.
She stared up at him, for eyes full of concern, and his heart raced at the pretty sight. She brushed his hair back, lovingly stroking his hair while she did so, he closed his eyes, putting this moment away for much later.
He let out a sigh after a moment, a sign full of frustration and longing before gently grabbing her wandering hands, bringing them back to her lap. He put on his strictest face before he opened his eyes, preparing himself for the doe eyes that would bring him to his knees someday.
“Come on Yn, time to go to bed,” he commanded, helping her off the counter. She wasn’t stumbling anymore, quietly walking to her room. She paused at the door, mumbling a quiet “good night Jungkookie,” before heading inside, closing the door behind her.
Jungkook went into his room to bury his face among his many pillows before loudly screaming into them. Calling himself a coward and a spineless fool before falling asleep to the thoughts of pretty yn and her pretty hands and her pretty lips and her pretty eyes and her pretty……..
Yn stared at the ceiling, her grip on the sheets so right it turned her knuckles pale. Her chest hurt as she heard the loud moans coming from the room right opposite hers.
Breathy moans and groans clouded her hearing as she flipped to the other side. No nightmare could be worse than this.
Okay maybe that was an exaggeration but she didn’t know how else to define the pain and sadness she felt. She rolled over again, pulling a pillow over her head to block the noise.
Her headphones were still in Jungkook’s room and she regretted lending them to him but there was nothing she could do about it now, she will have to deal with it.
She didn’t know why she still felt sad after a year of moving in here, she had heard it numerous times but the pain never went away, she never got used to the moans and grunts and the sounds of the squeaky headboard. She didn’t know how that was possible.
She had gotten used to his friends, his routine, his favorite meals, and his shows but she never, NEVER, got used to the girls he brought around every week.
It wasn’t like it was the same girl, it was always a different girl. He never gave them the chance to stop and talk, the chance of a second date but he was still giving them more of a chance than he was giving her.
They were all so pretty, with gorgeous hair and perfect makeup, their jawline sharp enough to cut glass, a striking contrast to her soft face, and finally, the sweet, melodious voice that they all seemed to possess, an overall 10 on 10, she couldn’t compete with them.
Her wishful thoughts that Jungkook would ever give her a chance formed a dark cloud over her mind as she tossed and turned in bed, drifting off to dreamland.
Jungkook grunted as he climbed the last flight of stairs to their apartment when he heard giggling.
Soft, beautiful, honey-like giggles were music to his ears but the deep throaty chuckle that followed was like Santa Clause and Jungkook felt his heart drop to his stomach as he contemplated not going in.
But what would he do? Go upstairs? Go to Namjoon hyung’s house and tell everyone about what a coward he was? Nope. Jungkook wasn’t one to be embarrassed that way.
He stabbed his key into the doorknob, twisting it open to see Yn and a guy with a receding hairline on the couch. Jungkook felt a sense of sadistic pleasure when the conversation halted and all of Yn’s attention shifted to him.
“Welcome back!” Yn greeted before turning back to Mr.Baldy who sat across from her while Jungkook made his way into his room, making sure to take more time than necessary.
He could hear the dude’s hushed “who was that?” Before he entered his room. Jungkook rejoiced knowing that he had made the guy uncomfortable before changing out of his work clothes and into his casuals, pulling on a tight-fitting t-shirt that stretched over his chest and grey joggers for the ultimate boyfriend look before heading out again. He had an appointment to attend to.
Yn stared at Jungkook’s fine ass as he left the house, unable to get her eyes off the thicc cake that he had and her date was clearly not happy with it.
“Are you are he’s just your roommate?” He questioned and Yn nodded frantically, “yea, of course,” she insisted, forcing her focus onto him.
“Why don’t we have a glass of wine,” she offered, getting off the couch. He seemed happy with the offer, slapped her ass as she left him alone to get the alcohol.
Yn tenderly rubbed her butt once she was in the confines of the kitchen, the burn of that smack reminding her why she wasn’t into spanking. Her sensitive little butt wouldn’t be able to handle the violation.
She grabbed the glasses and the bottle of wine before joining him in the living room again, he laid his hand on her thigh as she swirled her drink.
“You look really beautiful tonight,” he said, his hand trailing down Yn’s thigh, reaching the hem of her dress.
“It’s just for you,” Yn lied as he gently pried her legs apart. She placed her glass on the coffee table, trailing her hand up to his torso, leaning in to capture his lips with hers, his hand moving from her knee to the back of her neck when a loud shatter made her jump from her seat.
He had dropped the wine glass and now the mood was gone. “Fuck I’m so sorry!,” he yelled, kneeling to pick up the broken shards when Yn stopped him.
“It’s okay, I’ll clean that up don’t worry about it,” she assured. He moved away and all Yn could think about was how they were one glass short for movie night this month.
Jungkook was in tears from laughing so hard while Yn told him the events of her date after he left, glee taking over him as he heard of the kiss and the glass shattering.
“Serves you right for trying to lower your standards,” he teased, doubling over with laughter as they sat on the terrace, a bottle of cherry vodka between them. It was something they did when the two of them had a shitty day and some extra money to spend.
His day hadn’t been all that great compared to Yn but he wasn’t going to tell her that, she would let him live it down, especially if she found out how he had to jump through the window to get out.
“I wasn’t trying to lower my standards, he was a good guy okay,” Yn defended but even she knew the guy wasn’t worth her time. Jungkook gave her an amused look, “since when was a guy with a bald spot your type,” he snickered, narrowly avoiding her punch, Yn might look tiny but she hit hard.
“Seriously though,” Jungkook continued, avoiding Yn’s eyes as he spoke, “you deserve better Yn, much better.” She stared at Jungkook for a moment before turning to look at the sky, “You deserve better too Jungkook, so much better.”
“Ya Jin, wait for Jungkookie,” Yn demanded as she snuggled deeper into the blanket Jungkook had wrapped her in.
The boys who were scattered across the room in various seats waited patiently as Jungkook made popcorn. Yn opened her blanket wide for him once he came back, letting him into her warm cocoon when Taehyung spoke up.
“You’re both technically married,” he said as Jungkook sank into Yn’s blanket, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.
Thetwo of them stared at each other, months worth of longing and sadness clouding their eyes, but neither of them saw it in the other.
I wish they thought before looking away from eachother. “It’s not like that,” Jungkook denied as he snuggled closed to her and she felt stabbing pain in her chest at the words but she shoved them down. Just like any other time.
Jungkook couldn’t believe he was doing this, he couldn’t believe he was doing this IN PUBLIC.
But he couldn’t stop himself as he clicked on the “fine love %” button on his laptop. He was supposed to be working, coding, doing what he was supposed to but here he was, putting in his and Yn’s names in the Love calculator.
It was the 12th time he had done this and he would try it till he got a perfect one hundred percent because he and yn were perfect for each other and a stupid love calculator couldn’t change that.
“You know, if you’re so desperate you could just confess,.” Namjoon’s deep voice interrupted Jungkook’s thoughts, making him jump out of his chair, hiding his laptop screen from the older guy.
“what do you mean hyung,” Jungkook laughed nervously, trying to play innocent but Namjoon wasn’t one to let him get away with it.
Namjoon was one who was adamant about ‘get your feelings out there’ and 'expressions’but there was no way Jungkook was going to confess.
“I’m talking about how you were calculating Yn and your love percentage and let me tell you, the two of you would be a perfect 100 if you both weren’t so fucking dumb,” Namjoon huffed.
“If you aren’t going to confess, maybe you should move on Jungkook,” Namjoon suggested as he looked over the menu, letting his words sink into Jungkook’s mind.
“Look, all you’re doing is hurting by being like this, you see Yn, you don’t t confess, yin keep those feeling bottled up like a pickle and then act surprised when the feelings rot and become stinky. You either need to move on or confess because if you don’t you’ll only end up hating Yn and I don’t think you want to do that, do you?” Namjoon explained, his voice monotonous as he gave Jungkook the facts.
It was true, all he’d feel was a pain if he kept those feelings bottled up, he’d have to let them go before they shriveled up into bitterness.
And Jungkook understood that he did but he didn’t know to bring it up to Yn, but he promised himself he’d do it someday, not today, but someday when he was sure she would love him just as much as he loved her.
On that day he’d put his fate and heart in her tiny hands and let her do as she saw fit.
“You smell different,” She realized as she leaned further into Jungkook’s fluffy hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and him.
“Yes, I ran out of shampoo, do I smell nice?” He asked as Yn refused to move her face from his hair, he smelled so fucking good and she couldn’t get herself to move away.
“I see you like it?” He concluded, not bothering to move away as she buried her face in his hair. “Oh God, you smell better than me,” she moaned making him laugh.
“I’ll use it again if that’s what makes you happy,” he replied and Yn felt a red tint take over her face as she pulled away, she didn’t expect him to say that and she wasn’t prepared for him to say stuff like that!
But she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about what he said. Did he really care that much about her? Was this a sign that he liked her? Was she overthinking? Did he say it as a friend or was he actually serious?
SHE COULDN’T WRAP HER BRAIN AROUND IT.
Jungkook sat on the arm of the couch waiting for Yn. He had been waiting for an hour now and his patience was wearing thin.
“Yn hurry up or I’m leaving,” Jungkook yelled just as the door clicked open and she came out looking gorgeous as hell and Jungkook swore his dick twitched just from looking at her.
“How do I look?” she asked, giving him a twirl making her skirt flare out. “You look pretty as fuck, lets go,” Jungkook assured as he guided Yn out of the house, grabbing a coat on the way out.
The club was crowded and the party was in full swing by the time they got there and it took a while for the two of them to find their friends.
Yn kept a firm grip on Jungkook’s arm so she wouldn’t get lost in the sea of dancing people, sticking as close to his much larger body as possible.
Jungkook shifted Yn’s grip from his arm to his hand, holding her soft palm in his, feeling his heart swell as he guided her to the V.I.P section.
Yn pretended not to notice Jungkook holding her hand, hoping he wouldn’t notice either and they could stay that way for a while.
Jungkook walked slower as they made their way to their friends, trying to extend the time he could hold Yn’s hand. He even made a few wrong turns here and there on purpose but she didn’t have to know that.
“Are you both finally together?” Jimin asked when they finally made it to the table, staring at their intertwined hands.
And despite how much it pained the two of them to pull their hands away, they did it as if they were scorched by each other’s touch, sitting in the last two seats that were left.
They ordered a round of drinks after which Yn demanded Jimin come dance with her. The two of them made their way onto the dance floor followed by Hobi and Taehyung when a pretty girl in an emerald green dress approached the table.
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Yn glared at the smudged lipstick on Jungkook’s lips which he didn’t seem to notice as he joined the table two hours later.
Her blood boiled as she downed the shot of vodka, raising her hand for another glass. “You need to slow down Yn,” Jungkook suggested but Yn paid him no attention only giving him a very pissed of “hm!” Before downing the next shot.
Everyone else had gotten a partner to dance with, leaving only the two of them at their table. “Yn calm down or you’re gonna get sick,” Jungkook voiced out, worried about her when Yn turned her dagger-like eyes at him.
“Are you angry with me?” He asked, taking the hint but Yn didn’t answer, ordering another drink for herself but the look on her face was enough to convince Jungkook that something was wrong.
“What did I do? Did I do something wrong?” He asked, clueless and very worried about whatever crime he had committed.
Yn pulled herself off her seat, stomping her way towards him, standing between his legs. “Fuck you Jungkook,” she growled as she stared at his stained lips.
“Why, what did I do?” He asked, placing a palm on her hips to hold her steady.
He didn’t know if it was possible but Yn’s glare intensified. “What diD YOU DO? ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING ME THAT? WHY DO YOU PLAY WITH ME LIKE THIS YOU FUCKING GUMBALL!?!?” She yelled, trying to kill him with her eyes but Jungkook was still clueless, an oblivious little turtle, that boy.
“Is this boy troubling you, darling,” a guy asked approaching the two of but he quickly left when Yn and Jungkook both told his fuck off before turning back to their conversation.
“Look Yn, I have no clue why you’re angry and I don’t know why you’re angry unless you TELL me, so speak up and what the hell do you mean I’m playing you huh, darling it’s YOU who’s been playing me like a ducking harmonica, not the other way around,” Jungkook huffed, he wasn’t someone to take insults lightly.
“YOU have lipstick on your face and it is driving me insane and how dare you accuse me of playing you, it was ME who had to hear you make some other girl cum every week,” Yn countered as she used her sleeve to aggressively scrub the lipstick off of Jungkook’s lips.
“Are you seriously jealous right now?” Jungkook asked, bewildered and mildly amused by Yn’s behavior.
“Nope, why would I be jealous, that’s crazy,” she denied, pulling away from him once the stain was gone and Jungkook missed the feeling of her body against his but he let her go.
“You wouldn’t have to be jealous if you had just kissed me first you know,” Jungkook retorted and it was true. He hadn’t even touched anyone tonight and the one girl he had made out with found someone else to go home with.
“I’m not jealous,” she repeated before excusing herself from the table, making a beeline for the balcony doors and Jungkook followed, maintaining a little distance between them while doing so.
“Yn look at me,” Jungkook gently asked, leaning against the railing of the balcony. Yn was next to him, but she refused to acknowledge him.
“Yn,” he repeated, his voice dropping an octave, sending shivers down her spine. “Yn, look at me,” he repeated and she obliged.
Her obedience rewarded with Jungkook pressing his lips firmly against hers, giving her a moment to respond. He was greeted with Yn’s soft lips molding with his and he swore he heard bells ring and fireworks.
He couldn’t bring himself to pull away from her, the sweetness of her lips addicting and indulging making him crave more and more.
Yn stared at Jungkook once he pulled away, she swore she felt a build of lightning pass through her when he had kissed her, her palms were sweaty and her lios craved more of him.
“Why did you do that?” She asked, staring into his eyes and Jungkook took this as a chance to kiss her nose.
“Because I love you, silly,” he retorted, “and I’ve been wanting to do that for so long, it’s like a dream,” he added, his heart pounding as he waited for her to say something, anything.
Yn didn’t say anything, wordlessly reaching out to hold his face before pressing her lips against his, and Jungkook felt his heart grow light as he pulled her against his chest, deepening the kiss that relieved him of all the longing.
1 year later
Jungkook held Yn’s hand firmly in his as they followed the real estate guide from one room to another.
Their lease on the apartment was coming to an end and they wanted a bigger house that could fit a bigger bed. Jungkook was tired of tightening the screws of the headboard every few days.
“What do you think?” Yn asked, breaking his train of thought, “Nah, I think we should keep looking,” he insisted, brushing his thumb against the ring on Yn’s finger.
Summary: Jungkook had one job before he took off to hide, one mission to fulfill so he could leave knowing he did something he could be proud of, but here he was, his hands frozen and his heart pounding.
Emerald eyes followed the odd pair as they approached the building, entering through the front doors like everyone else. He needed to let the boss know, they couldn’t let them leave just like that, they needed the girl, she was the key to all of this.
“You go up there and I’ll stay here,” Yn said, folding her hands across her chest, she wasn’t going up there and risking her life for a stupid little bag.
Jungkook stared at her, bewildered, was this girl for real??, “ look,” he signed, his patience wearing thin, “I know I said this before and I’ll say it again, we are a fucking team and that means we move together, I’m not leaving you here alone,” he contended.
“It’s a bag Jungkook, we don’t need two people to go get a bag,” Yn countered, Jungkook took a deep breath, he didn’t want to fight, at least not right now.
“If I have to make a run for it from up there, you’ll be left all alone here, if you one with me, we can run together,” Jungkook theorized, hoping that she’d understand, and she did understand, because she followed him upstairs, floor after floor till they reached the metal doors of the terrace.
They pushed the metal door open as quietly as possible, surprised that there was no one there, only the sniper rifle on its stand. The two of them had their guns out, held close to them, ready to shoot if needed as they stepped onto the terrace.
“Stay here,” Jungkook instructed, shoving her back onto the end of the staircase. He didn’t want anyone who might be on this terrace to even get a glance at her.
He strode out towards where his bag was, he could see it quite clearly despite the darkness of night. He was thinking about how loud his footsteps were when he heard the sound of shoes hitting the concrete, he spun around, coming face to face with someone who was dressed quite similarly to him, from the tank top to the chunky boots.
“It was you,” Jungkook accused, looking at the guy who was looking a little too smug right now. “It was me,” the guy answered, shrugging carelessly.
“You little bitch,” Jungkook swore, punching the guy in the arm, “YOU SHOT AT ME, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT,” He whisper yelled when they both heard the thud of someone falling to the group.
Jungkook swore as he grabbed his bag, pushing past the guy to get to yn when he was stopped by him. “Look, just leave her and go hyung, it’s pointless to take her with you,” he urged, his suggestion sounding absurd to Jungkook.
“I can’t just leave her behind, she’s in danger,” Jungkook argued, trying to push past him, “you can jungkook, don’t you get it, as long as you have the girl with you, you’re on the list, they want the girl, not you,” he hissed.
“Listen Yeonjun, YOU might be able to leave people behind but I can’t, just let me go,” Jungkook fumed when they hear Yn’s voice, “Dude, did you die??” She called out.
“If you’re not going to listen to me, I don’t have a choice Hyung, I’m sorry,” Yeonjun whispered before shoving him away.
He was light on his feet as he made a dash for the scientist girl, Jungkook at his heel. She had her gun raised, but he doubted she could even shoot, much less shoot accurately enough to hurt him.
He grabbed her gun before she could react, putting it to her temple but Yn only seemed a little spooked, “Yeonjun LET HER GO,” Jungkook growled as he stepped forward.
“Hyung you should leave, I can’t believe you’re willing to throw all that preparation for a little nerd like her,” Yeonjun taunted, his grip on Yn firm.
Her face was unusually red and Jungkook worried about her safety but his concerns simmered down when Yeonjun’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell to the ground taking Yn down with him.
Yn pulled herself away from him, grabbing her glock simultaneously before kicking Yeonjun’s side, “stupid asshole,” she snarled before looking up at Jungkook who stared at her, dumbfounded.
“Did you kill him?” He asked, kneeling to check the boy’s breathing, “No, I’m not a monster okay, he’s just unconscious, now can we leave,” she demanded and Jungkook obliged, following her to the staircase when an idea hit him.
He rushed back to Yeonjun’s side before digging into his pockets, pulling out a set is fancy car keys before joining Yn again.
They took the elevator this time, riding all the way down to the basement in which Yeonjun’s car was supposed to be.
Jungkook clicked the button on the keys and a red Honda civic beeped on the end of the parking space, it was a popular car, used by many, one wouldn’t notice a Honda civic among the many other Honda civics.
The two got in immediately, Yn placed her bag by her feet while Jungkook wiggled out of the t-shirt that was now drenched in sweat, tossing the gross smelling cloth into the back seat, he pulled his weapons off one by one.
“Hold this,” he instructed yn, handing her his favorite weapons before shoving the rest into his bag. He pulled his tank top off as well making Yn look at him in horror.
“Stop starting,” Jungkook said as he fished a white t-shirt out of his bag, and yn immediately looked away, staring out of the window instead, Jungkook smiled as he pulled the shirt on before turning the keys in the ignition, reversing out of the parking spot.
“where are we going?” She asked as they waited for the car ahead of them to move. They were close to the edge of the city and Jungkook couldn’t wait to leave the city and go onto the highway.
“Jeju,” he answered simply, not taking his eyes off the wheel. “Jeju? What’s over there?” Yn asked as she got comfortable in her seat, kicking her legs up onto the dash board.
“Friends,” he answered when he heard rustling. He turned his head to see Yn digging into her bag, fishing out the bag of beef jerky she had stuffed into it and he felt grateful for the snack, he was hungry.
“Do you have anyone to call? Let them know you’re leaving or something? You can use my phone,” Jungkook offered as he shifted gears.
“Nope, no one, do you need me to call someone for you?” She asked, bringing a piece of beef jerky close to his mouth. “No one that I can think of,” he answered, biting the beef jerky straight out of her hand.
The car quietened down as they passed through various exits, Busan wasn’t far but it wasn’t too close either, it would take a while for them to get there.
Yn yawned wide as she pulled herself awake, looking around to see the empty car seat next to her. Her eyes flew open at the realization that they had come to a stop and Jungkook wasn’t where he was supposed to be.
She yanked the door open, stepping outside to see Jungkook sitting on the hood looking at the sky.
“Why did we stop? Where are we?” She asked, approaching him.
“Oh, you’re awake,” Jungkook acknowledged, moving aside to make space for her. “We’re out of gas and we’re like only halfway there,” Jungkook answered, looking up at the stars that freckled the night sky.
“OUT OF GAS?” Yn exclaimed eyes wide at the bad news she had just received. “Calm down, it’s not a big deal, we’ll just be a little late,” Jungkook elucidated, offering her his hand.
“Where are we even,” Yn asked, pulling herself onto the hood as well using Jungkook’s hand. “We just entered Cheongnam-do,” he answered.
Yn nodded, staring at the sky as well, all around them was darkness other than a speck of light in the distance.
“I don’t think we’ll get to Busan till tomorrow afternoon so maybe rest up while you can,” he suggested, yn nodded in reply, she had just woken up, she was rested enough.
“Maybe you should get some sleep, I’ll look out for other vehicles,” she offered but he refused, he couldn’t sleep will he reached the warm, cozy bed that was waiting for him in Jeju.
Jungkook checked the time, 2:30 a.m., he didn’t think there would be any vehicle passing by so late, most trucks and vans passed started at 4 a.m. so they had plenty of time.
“At least the sky is clear,” Yn hummed, staring up at the freckled void, not a cloud in sight, it was peaceful, letting her mind wander to everything that had happened today when Jungkook shattered the silence.
“Will Yeonjun be awake by now?” He asked, Yn nodded, “he must be,” she agreed, she hadn’t given the boy a large dose, only a little, to knock him out for that moment.
“What did you even do to him?” He prodded, genuinely concerned about how the young lad had fallen to the ground so easily. “I didn’t do anything, just gave him some narcotics,” she shrugged, pulling the syringe out of her pocket to show him.
His eyes widened when he saw the shiny tip of the needle, “who even are you?” He questioned, bewildered at the equipment this girl had.
“Hwang Yn,” she answered, flicking her hair with a smug look on her face, Jungkook rolled his eyes but then realized that she had just given him her name, “Yn?” He repeated, the name sounding foreign on his tongue and he was sure he had totally messed up the pronunciation.
She hummed in response but Jungkook wasn’t one who got distracted so easily. “I didn’t ask for your name Yn, I asked you why you have a syringe with narcotics in it,” Jungkook fumed, not letting her change the topic.
“Oh, would you look at the time!” Yn exclaimed, looking down at her empty wrist, “time to get some sleep, have fun!” She added as she jamp off the hood, skipping to the front seat, leaving Jungkook wondering about what other tricks this girl had up her sleeve.
Summary: Jungkook had one job before he took off to hide, one mission to fulfill so he could leave knowing he did something he could be proud of, but here he was, his hands frozen and his heart pounding.
He could hear his heart pounding, the rhythm which was unnoticed till a few moments ago was too loud now, clouding his senses. He felt cold all of a sudden, chills running up his spine as the world seemed to close in on him.
Yn stared at the man, his chest heaving and his face coated with droplets of sweat, she knew he was panicking but she didn’t know how to calm him down.
“Dude are you okay?” She asked, reaching forward to place a hand on his sweaty shoulder, she resisted the urge to wipe her hand on her coat, focusing on calming the guy down first.
“Calm down, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Yn said slowly although she doubted her words were doing anything and she was right, all it did was make his breathing shallower and his eyes were unfocused, looking around the room but not LOOKING.
“Justin, stop, listen,” Yn said, trying to grab his attention, but he was too stressed to notice her words or actions. She stepped away from him, swiftly heading to the refrigerator at the end of the room and grabbing the ice tray.
She emptied the ice into a bowl, bringing it back to him. Jungkook was breathing through his mouth now, seeming to struggle with each inhale, his fancy hair was now drenched in sweat, sticking to his forehead.
She felt pity for him but she didn’t have a choice but to use the only trick she knew.
The cold felt good against his flushed skin, grounding his mind from drifting further, forcing him to focus on the chill that it gave.
He could feel her draw circles on his neck with the ice, the movement of her hand slow and steady, he focused hard on the feeling, trying to tune his breath to the motion, slowly controlling his breath.
His eyes were shut tight as he struggled to gain control over his body, he could feel his shirt stick to him, it felt gross and annoying but he had to bear with it for now.
She continued pressing the ice cubes against his throat as his chest started to contract more evenly and he felt grateful for it but he still didn’t know if this was a trap or not, he couldn’t appreciate this favor till he knew he was safe.
He opened his eyes to see her hovering right over his face, trying to see if he was okay. “You ok?” She asked when she noticed his opened eyes and he nodded in response, he was alright, for now at least, but he wasn’t sure how long he’d be alright.
“Look,” he said, starting up at her after taking a deep breath, his mind rushing to find a way out of here. The girl was being too nice to him to be someone against him but he couldn’t be too sure about it, he had to play safe and smart.
She stared at him, waiting for him to say whatever he wanted to, she doubted she’d like what he was saying. “Look girl, are you with the government?” Jungkook asked quite bluntly, he didn’t intend to beat around the bush.
She looked at him like he was crazy, her face wrinkling into a frown, she looked like she’d hit him. “I wouldn’t be in this stupid cramped apartment if I was with the government you dumbass, I’d be in a fancy-ass lab and wear gold-rimmed glasses every day.” She hissed, offended by his question.
“Okay, good, why did they want me to kill Mr.Bang then?” Jungkook asked, his wrists were starting to burn from the rope. “I don’t fucking know, okay, YOU tell ME, you’re the one who came to kill him,” she growled, scaring him a little.
“Okay can you let me go, I swear I won’t hurt you, just let me go, my wrists hurt,” he promised, he wouldn’t hurt her for nothing and he needed to get out of here as soon as possible.
Yn stared at the guy with a raised brow, what did this guy want and why was he saying he won’t hurt her?
“You swear you won’t hurt me?” She questioned, hands on her hips, “I swear, look, you’re the one with the gun, not me, you feel threatened by me, you shoot,” Jungkook negotiated, he had calls to make, and for that, he needed to get to his bag.
Yn stared at the guy, it didn’t matter if she had a gun, he was a well-trained guy, even a little leverage for him would put her in immediate danger, and when it came down to brute force, she was a mere bug compared to him, he’d snap her in half.
“I don’t think I can do that but is there any other way I can help you,” she offered, Jungkook thought about it for a moment before nodding towards his weapons, “Could you get my phone for me, and maybe untie me as well, please, the rope is giving me a burn and it hurt,” he replied.
Yn stepped towards the weapons, fishing his phone out from under the pile of death tools, she even found a pair of handcuffs along with it.
She tucked the phone into her pocket before replacing the ropes with the handcuffs, giving him some space to move his sore muscles but she didn’t let him have his phone just yet.
Once he had gotten the chance to snap a few sore bones here and there, Jungkook was handed his phone like a prize. He didn’t have to search for the number, dialing the first number on his contact list, the number without a name or identity much like the rest of his contact list.
It rang once, twice, three times, before the line cleared and a gruff “hello,” was heard, not much enthusiasm on the other side.
“Nasr, WHAT is the meaning of this,” Jungkook growled into the phone, the speaker was on since he couldn’t bring the phone up to his ears.
The tone of his voice terrified her, she didn’t doubt that the person on the other side, whoever they were, was going to have a painful death if this guy got his hands on him.
“Jungkook,” the man greeted making her eyes shoot up, any trust she had in him shattered in that instant but ‘Jungkook’ doesn’t notice her or the deathly glare she pointed at him.
“Did you finish the job?” The man questioned, he sounded like he had no interest in the answer. “What job Nasr? The man you sent me for is dead, has been for a while now,” Jungkook hissed into the phone.
“Oh dear, looks like someone else did the job before you,” Nasr replied, the lack of surprise pissed Jungkook off, he had been lied to, he didn’t take lies well, he didn’t appreciate them and it pissed him off that he had been made a fool of.
“Is there anyone else over there?” He asked, the voice loud and clear on the speaker, Yn immediately raided her gun, preparing to shoot the guy, she didn’t intend to be on the government’s radar, she wouldn’t go off like Mr.Bang, she was better than that.
Jungkook heard the click of the gun, ready to fire at him any second, he looked up from the phone, looking straight into her eyes, “no, nobody here, just some equipment and chemicals,” he lied.
“Did you think I would trust your lies Jungkook, did you think I’d let you go so soon?” The man chuckled, the sound sending a chill down Yn’s spine, she had heard it before, that sadistic laugh, but she couldn’t quite place where it was from.
“I’ll see you two soon,” the man said before the dial tone came on again, leaving both yn and Jungkook staring at the phone.
They stared at each other, Jungkook now on the ground as well, his hands cuffed. “Look I don’t really care if bondage is your thing but I’m not into it so could you please let me go,” Jungkook grumbled as she cuffed his hands as well.
“Shut up JUNGKOOK,” Yn hissed, moving away from him to sit on the floor as well. “Look at least I gave you an alternative name, you didn’t even do that,” he accused, trying to defend himself.
“Didn’t anyone teach you that anything other than the truth is a lie, be glad I didn’t lie to you,” yn scolded, peeking over to look out of the window Jungkook had entered from.
“Look we need to get out of here before they get here if we want to be safe,” Jungkook retorted, he was sure Nasr’s men were outside the door this very moment.
“There is no 'WE’ over here dude, there’s only you and me,” Yn answered, Jungkook was tempted to slap the selfishness out of her.
“Shut the fuck up okay, what do you mean 'you’ and 'me’, you’ll die once you get out of that door and so will I, we’re a team right now so stop trying to be a boss girl and listen,” Jungkook snapped.
“What do you mean I’ll die, I’m just a measly little nerd what do they want from me?” She questioned. “I don’t know okay but you heard Nasr, we’re both dead if you walk out of here,” Jungkook repeated.
“Stop yelling at me and what do you want, can you get me out of here?” Yn asked, pissed off by Jungkook’s pessimistic attitude.
“Look we’re on the same team okay, we need to co-operate with each other, I get that you haven’t left your house or interacted with people in the last decade but you need to be calmer and more of a listener,” Jungkook huffed.
The girl looked like she’d slap him but held back, focusing on his next words instead. “Speak then mister team leader,” she quipped.
“Thank you,” Jungkook answered in the same sarcastic tone. “First you need to get my handcuffs off,” Jungkook instructed earning an eye roll from her as she crawled on her knees towards him, unlocking the metal rings from his wrist when the window shattered.
“FUCK!” Jungkook swore as he pulled yn down into his side, holding her close as glass flew all over the room, he craned his neck to see who it was but the table was in the way, preventing him from seeing anything.
“Look,” Jungkook said, forcing yn’s eyes up to him, “we need to get out of here NOW,” he hissed, hoping she understood the severity of the situation.
“What do we do?” She asked, pushing herself away from him but still keeping her head low, letting the table cover her figure.
“Is there another window?” He asked, scanning the whole room for another way out but found none, Yn nodded toward the door to her right, “that leads to the living room, there are windows out there,” she answered.
The two of them crawled out of the room on their hands and knees and yn had grabbed a bag of beef jerky and a bottle of water while Jungkook gathered his weapons.
Once out of the room, Jungkook assembled all his weapons, sorting them into their right places while Yn hurried around, gathering a small bag full of chemicals, two pairs of clothes, and a toothbrush.
Jungkook contemplated going back to the terrace for his bag but decided against it, he go there later, he couldn’t leave little miss scientist alone.
Once yn was back in the room with her little backpack, she started down at Jungkook’s attire, his stupid black tank top and the stupid arm harness sort of thing and the stupid belt thingy that held his guns and knives, she didn’t want to go out in public with someone who looked like that had just attended the comic con.
“Look we can’t go out with you looking like THAT,” she said, Jungkook gaped at her, highly offended by her comment, “I look hot, okay, don’t judge,” he replied, defensive and taken aback at the rude comment.
“That’s the point, nobody keeps their eyes off a hot dude with nice tits and a ton of guns, maybe wear a shirt over that,” she retorted, leaving the room before he could say anything else.
She came back with a t-shirt that was way too big for Jungkook, shoving it in his hands, “wear that, it’ll cover the guns at least,” she insisted. Jungkook sniffed the shirt, his nose scrunching up at the smell of naphthalene mixed with cobwebs.
“Who’s is this?” He asked as he pulled it over his head, the shirt loosely draping over his shoulders, concealing all the weapons on his body. “It’s Mr.Bang’s, I hope it’s comfortable enough,” Yn answered before heading for the door.
Jungkook pulled her back by her backpack, “are you stupid?” He asked, looking down at her short frame, she raised a brow at the insult.
“Might as well walk yourself to the headquarters and sit yourself down in front of them,” He jabbed before leading her towards the window on the other side of the room.
“We need to get out of this building as discreetly as possible and we can’t do that from the front door okay,” Jungkook explained as he pulled the window open, looking down into an empty alleyway.
Perfect
“You’re stupid, there’s no way you can climb down there,” Yn complained, she was starting to complain way too much and it was annoying Jungkook.
“I’d like to see YOU have a better idea little miss know it all,” Jungkook hissed, glaring at her. Yn grinned at him as she walked into what Jungkook assumed was a second bedroom, pulling open a window, she climbed out easily before disappearing from sight.
Jungkook rushed to the window as well, sticking his head out, praying that she didn’t hurt herself, only to see Yn a few feet below the window on a metal staircase that winded downwards.
“What is that?” Jungkook asked as he pulled himself onto the window, preparing to do what she had. “A fire escape, much easier isn’t it, hotshot,” Yn sassed, Jungkook rolled his eyes at that before jumping onto the landing, the stairs creaking underneath his weight.
“Look we need to do something else before we get out of here,” Jungkook said as they ran down the stairs approaching the no so busy street.
“And what is that?” yn asked, her short feet struggling to keep up with the giant next to her, “we need to get my bag,” Jungkook answered, pointing to the building from which the sniper had shot at them a few minutes ago.
“Can’t we just leave it behind?” Yn asked, looking anywhere but at the building, “we can if you can arrange a vehicle for us to get out of this city,” Jungkook replied.
“If anything happens to me, I swear you’ll regret it,” Yn threatened before walking towards the building, Jungkook grinned as he followed after her, unaware of the eyes trained on them from above.
Summary: Jungkook had one job before he took off to hide, one mission to fulfill so he could leave knowing he did something he could be proud of, but here he was, his hands frozen and his heart pounding.
‘One last time,’ He reminded himself as he stared down at the laboratory. He had accepted one last job, he’d get this done and leave, he’d never come back.
His backpack sat at his feet, once the job was done he’d vanish, never to be seen again, like a shooting star in the night sky. He didn’t think this job would be much of a problem.
He knew the plan like the back of his hand. Go inside, kill the mad scientist inside and leave, no turning back, no touching anything, no smelling anything, THAT WAS IT. It would be a piece of cake for him.
He took a deep breath, peering into the binoculars, he could see movement behind the translucent windows and curtains, this was going to be easy, almost too easy, Jungkook thought, slinging the backpack over his shoulder.
He needed to get this done quick and simple, there was no time for games and entertainment. He climbed onto the railing of the tall building, the wind whipping around him, before lowering himself onto the air conditioning unit underneath. The metal creaked under his weight.
He prepared himself for the leap, crouching low. He hoped no one from the busy street would look up at him. They’d call the cops for sure and that would cause problems and unnecessary drama.
He focused on the window sill of the laboratory, scanning all the possibilities that could put him and the mission in danger. He leaped forward, using all his body weight to angle himself towards the window, swift and confident.
His skilled fingers grabbed onto the concrete, his feet trying to find a grip against the stone wall. He held his breath when he heard glass breaking inside. He was sure he had heard someone moving around but the traffic below didn’t allow him to hear clearly.
He waited, quite as a mouse, his arms straining to hold him upright. A few more minutes and his limbs would give out and he’d fall to his inevitable death, but that was just him being dramatic. He wasn’t going to die, maybe break a leg or an arm but not DIE.
He strained his ears for any more movement, anything to indicate that someone was inside. When he didn’t pick up any noise other than the honking of vehicles below, he pulled himself onto the window sill.
He examined the pedestrians below, making sure no one was looking at him before turning his attention to the lock that prevented him from entering the mad scientist’s lair. But this wasn’t his first rodeo, he had seen more complex lock than this.
He pulled out his swiss knife, sliding it between the window and the window frame, he could feel the latch. He push and pulled for a few moments before the window gave way. He stepped inside the room, tripping immediately. He looked at the obstacle, a seemingly invisible thread, small and indistinguishable, his eyes widened when he realized what it was but it was too late by the time he covered his nose with his hands, the toxic gas making him dizzy and nauseous. He could feel his head throb and his legs give out as his body succumbed. All he saw was a pair of black boots before darkness enveloped his senses.
She stared at the bulky, heavy as fuck dude who currently occupied her only chair. His arms and legs, firmly tied to the chair.
The floor was cold and uncomfortable but it was the only place she could sit. She never thought her trap would work like this, the gas wasn’t even supposed to be that strong and it must have been expired by now.
She held the Glock firmly, ready to shoot if he posed a threat to her. Doctor Bang had warned her about this but she didn’t think it would happen. At least not till now.
The room was silent other than the squeak of the lab rats and the buff guy’s heavy breathing. She hoped he didn’t die, she didn’t know how to dispose of a body other than Alkaline hydrolysis and that would take too much effort and a lot of time and she didn’t have all that.
She had hooked him up to an iv bag and placed a neck pillow around him after unarming him, his holster and array of knives and daggers lay in a pile on the other side of the room but he was still a threat. She didn’t find any identification on him, no phone or card to indicate who he was and she didn’t have good enough technology to find out who he was just by his face.
Not paying much attention to her growing stomach, she started at the guy, his hair was made up very fancily for someone on a mission and he didn’t seem like the military type, they had buzz cuts and didn’t dress up all emo like this dude. She wondered who he was and who had sent him as she waited for him to stir.
She didn’t think he’d be out for so long but the human body was a strange thing, each different from the other, each person had different limits. She considered splashing him with some water but that would be rude and she didn’t want him to be angry with her.
She was reassembling all the rings on her fingers when Jungkook started to gain consciousness. She leaped to her feet, getting closer to him but not close enough that he could hurt her in any way.
“Are you okay,” the girl asked as soon as Jungkook regained his senses, he focused on her, the white lab coat engulfed her figure and the smell of chemicals clouded his nostrils.
He sneezed loudly and the girl seemed to be frightened out of her wits, jumping a few feet away from him. “ARE YOU OKAY DUDE,” She inquired again, much louder this time, “YES!” Jungkook answered, trying to move his wrist when he noticed the restrains.
“Who are you?” The girl asked, peering down at him, the Glock wasn’t missed by him. “Justin,” he lied, he was a professional at it now, he was sure the girl wouldn’t be able to tell.
And who are you?? Jungkook demanded, he had been told that he’d meet a certain Dr.Bang, a middle-aged, grey-haired mad scientist, not a girl who seemed to be younger than him and the size of a chihuahua.
“Why are you here?” She asked, ignoring his question.
“Will you let me out?”
“Not till you answer me”
“I’m not talking either then”
“Fine then, you can stay over there and I’ll stay over here”
The room sank into silence after that, none of them saying a word but maintaining aggressive eye contact, waiting for the other to crack first.
The girl was the first to crack under the pressure.
“Who sent you?”
Silence
“How did you even get near the window, we are on the 7th floor”
Silence
“Are you a bad guy?”
Silence
“Wow, that must be all the training talking”
Silence
“Did you know you drool when you sleep?”
“No, I don’t,” Jungkook bit his tongue as soon a the words left him. It was an involuntary reaction and he should’ve known better.
“You do, see you’ve got drool on the side of your face,” she said, pointing vaguely at his left cheek.
Silence
She blatantly stared at him and jungkook couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious.
“Could you stop staring, it’s uncomfortable,” he said, trying to move himself a little.
“No can do”
Jungkook signed, he didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t prepared for something like this and this girl wasn’t giving anything away.
He looked around the room, taking in the long steel table and the various sizes of test tubes and equipment, there was broken glass near the window he had entered through, he assumed that was where the gas had come from.
“Did you make that thing?” He asked, staring at the broken glass, the girl looked at the broken shards, contemplating her answer before nodding, “yes, it was a long time ago,” she answered, she didn’t seem uncomfortable answering that. He waited for her to add something, anything, any kind of information to that but she didn’t.
“Are you here to hurt me?” She asked, gaining her confidence back.
“Is there any reason I should hurt you?” He countered, he didn’t know how else to answer her, she wasn’t the person he was supposed to end but he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her if he had to.
“What will make you hurt me?” She voiced out, his silence scared her. She didn’t want to get hurt, she hadn’t done anything wrong, all she had done was follow orders and make what she was told to, she had never broken the rules and never rebelled.
She didn’t know why anyone would want her life, maybe he wasn’t here for her, she thought, trying to convince herself.
“Are you Dr.Bang by any chance?” He asked, breaking the silence. Her eyes widened at the name of her mentor.
“No, he’s dead, has been for a while now,” Yn answered. Jungkook’s heart dropped to his stomach at the new piece of information, sweat forming on his brow, was this a trap, had he been lured here?
Did they find out his plan? Did they want to finish him just like that?
