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Sitting in the back of their temporary studio in the U.S, you gaze out of the window longingly, watching the city life below you. “Hobi?” you call out once the music stops. “Hm?” he hums in acknowledgement, his eyes meeting yours through the mirror. “Are you guys gonna be done soon? I wanna go explore,” you ask him, your eyes sparkling with excitement.
Hoseok gives you a regretful look as he shakes his head at you. The concert was tomorrow and they had to make sure they were prepared. “We still have a lot of practicing to do,” he tells you solemnly. You pout at him but you don’t complain, understanding that every second in the studio was valuable. He watches you as you look out the window longingly, your chest rising and falling with a disappointed sigh.
He feels bad for keeping you here. He knows that you know you’re not forced to stay here and you can go out whenever you want. But he also knows it’s something you wanted to do with them. “I wanna explore too!” Jungkook interrupts Hoseok’s thoughts. “Me too!” Jimin and Taehyung echo him. “Can we go? Please Hobi Hyung?” Jimin begs the dance leader. Taehyung quickly joins Jimin’s side, giving his best tata mic face.
“It’ll just be a short break, we’ll be back soon,” Taehyung tries to convince him. Hoseok’s eyes move from the three maknaes to you, seemingly holding your breath as you wait for his answer. Everyone has been working hard and it’s been a while since they took a break. “Fine,” he breathes out, not having the heart to crush the hope in your eyes. “But be back in two hours,” he adds on, looking at you as he says it.
He knows the younger three have a tendency to not listen so he was trusting you to bring them back in time. It was about 6:00 pm so you were to be back by 8:00 pm. You playfully salute him as you give him a determined nod, promising to be back in two hours. Hoseok chuckles, finding you absolutely adorable. “Anyone else want to come?” you ask. “I need a nap,” Yoongi answers, flopping on the couch at the back of the room. “And I need a break from those three,” Jin says, nudging his head towards the maknaes.
You look to Hoseok but he’s already starting the music up again, focused on perfecting his craft. “We’re okay, Y/n,” Namjoon reassures you with a smile, “Go have some fun.” The maknaes don’t give you a moment to dwell on it, dragging you out of the studio. The four of you walk around the city, familiarizing yourselves with the area but when you come across an arcade, you can’t resist, excitedly running inside like a bunch of children.
You constantly check your phone for the time, not wanting to disappoint Hoseok by being late. And around 7:30 pm, you tell the maknaes to pick one last game so that you have more than enough time to head back. But when you’re about halfway back to the studio, Jimin suddenly lets out a loud gasp. You all turn to find him patting down his pockets with a panicked look on his face, “I forgot my phone at the arcade!”
Your eyes widen as you pull out your own phone, looking at the time. 7:45 pm. You know that if you guys head back to the arcade, you won’t make it back in time. But Jimin’s phone is valuable and it would be really bad if his phone got into the hands of the wrong person. “You guys go back to the studio and I’ll go get Jimin’s phone,” you tell them, quickly devising a plan. It was more important they get back on time than you do.
“But it’s not safe for you to go alone,” Jungkook frowns. The sun had already started to set and it would be dark by the time you reached the arcade. Conflicted, you all decide to just run back to the arcade to find Jimin’s phone and then run back to the studio as fast as possible.
Bursting into the studio, you place your hands on your knees, doubling over as you pant harshly. Your harsh breathing fills the room as the four of you try to catch your breaths. “You’re late,” Hoseok says simply, but it sends shivers down your spine. “I’m sorry Hobi, we-” you struggle to speak between breaths but Jimin takes over for you. “It’s my fault, Hyung, we were on our way back when-”
“Enough,” Hoseok’s voice silences everyone immediately, “We’ve wasted enough time and you guys were supposed to be taking a break but you’re out of breath.” They immediately straighten up, Jungkook speaking up, “We’re okay to practice!” The maknaes immediately jump back in while you make your way to the back of the room, watching quietly. Guilt washes over you as you watch the younger ones practice diligently despite being exhausted from running.
As soon as they get a water break, you hurry to hand the three of them a bottle of water, smiling apologetically before you take a bottle over to Hoseok. He accepts it without even looking at you, taking a sip as you nervously play with your hands. “I’m really sorry we were late, Hobi. We had to go back because…” you trail off when he closes the bottle and places it on the floor before walking away, completely ignoring you.
Your eyes burn with unshed tears when he brushes you off, not even giving you a chance to explain why you were late. But what hurts more is that you disappointed him. He trusted you to bring them back in time because he knew that you knew how important it was, but you couldn’t even do that for him. Everyone says that getting praise from Hoseok is the best feeling in the world. But no one ever talks about how disappointing him is the absolute worst feeling one could ever experience.
When they finally end practice for the night, you quietly follow Hoseok back to the hotel. When you two enter your shared hotel room, Hoseok immediately heads for the bedroom. You hear the sound of the connected bathroom door shutting as you take off your shoes, the sound of running water soon following. You’re sure that Hoseok doesn’t really want to see you right now so you grab your clothes from the bedroom while he’s showering.
Rubbing his hair with a towel as he walks out of the bathroom, Hoseok looks over to the bed, frowning when he sees it’s completely untouched. Hoseok peeks outside, finding you asleep on the couch. He calls room service, asking for an extra blanket before going into the kitchen to make himself a quick dinner. When room service arrives, he thanks them for the blanket before laying it on top of you, carefully tucking you in before turning in for the night.
When you finally hear the gentle click of the bedroom door closing, you finally let your tears spill over as sobs wrack your body, tightly clutching the blanket in your hands as you bury your face in your pillow.
The next morning, Hoseok is immediately hit with the delicious smell of pancakes when he walks out of the bedroom. “Good morning!” you greet him cheerfully, “Come have breakfast, I made pancakes!” Although the smell of your pancakes was practically making his salivate, he walks straight past them, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge before he’s out the door. You had hoped that maybe he wouldn’t be upset anymore but clearly, you were wrong.
You stare sadly at the stack of pancakes you woke up so early to make, having to wake up extra early just to go out and buy the ingredients. Having suddenly lost your appetite, you start packing them up before taking them to the maknaes’ rooms. You leave for the concert venue a little later, needing some time to get yourself together.
Nervously standing backstage, you watch as they get last-minute touch-ups, mere seconds away from getting on stage. You never doubted any of their abilities to give a perfect performance but you can’t help but feel at fault when you can see Hoseok’s noticeable nerves. He wasn’t one to usually be nervous as he always makes sure they’re all as prepared as possible, but time simply didn’t allow that this time.
As they all hit their last ending pose, you let out a huge sigh of relief. Everyone performed perfectly and you couldn’t be more proud. Seeing as they were saying their last goodbye to ARMY, you take the chance to slip away. You don’t know if Hoseok is still upset with you but in case he is, you don’t want to ruin tonight for him.
As soon as they get off stage, Hoseok’s eyes search for you. One of the staff members notices the confusion on his face when he can’t find you and they can guess who he’s looking for. “Y/n left a few minutes ago,” the staff member informs him. “She left?” Hoseok asks in confusion, “Why? Is she not feeling well?” As soon as they finished performing the last song, it was like a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders. He had just been so stressed and he took it out on you, but now that he can think clearly, he realizes he was much too harsh.
“I’m not sure,” the staff member answers honestly. Although they found it a bit strange since you always leave with Hoseok, it wasn’t their place to ask. Hoseok was concerned but he’s forced to push it to the back of his mind as they’re rushed back to the hotel to get on v-live.
On your way back to the hotel, you ask the driver to make a quick stop at a Korean grocery store you noticed when you went out with the maknaes. You were sure the boys must miss it so you decided to cook them a nice, hot, homemade meal to remind them of home.
About halfway through the v-live, the staff wheel in a cart of steaming hot bowls and plates of food. “We ordered some food from a local Korean restaurant,” the staff tell them as they place the food around the table. You were afraid that Hoseok wouldn’t eat it if he knew you made it so you requested the staff to tell them it was from a restaurant. “Wah!” “It smells good!” The boys finish the food at record speed, scraping the plates clean.
“What’s the name of the restaurant you got this from?” Jin asks curiously when they end the v-live, wanting to know in case they ever visit again. It’s only then that the staff reveal the food was actually made by you but you asked them not to tell. “Why didn’t she want us to know?” Jimin asks, confused. The staff assumed it was just to protect your identity on the live but even they weren’t sure. But Hoseok has an inkling as to why you tried to hide it and it only makes him want to see you more. Dismissing himself to go find you, the boys all wish Hoseok goodnight.
Unlocking the door to your hotel room, Hoseok calls out into the darkness, “Y/n?” He searches everywhere for you, the living room, the bedroom, even the bathroom but there’s no sign of you. Walking into the kitchen, he finds a note from you on the little notepad every hotel room has.
Hey Hobi! You guys performed so well tonight! Perfect as always :) I’m sure you’re tired and probably want some space so I booked a separate hotel room. So don’t worry about me!
Rest well y/n<3
Hoseok can’t help but frown as he reads your letter again. Had he pushed you that far that you couldn’t even stay in the same room as him? Dialling the staff, he asks if any of them know what your room number is. “Y/n’s room number? Isn’t she staying with you?” Hoseok tells them that you said you had booked another one. “I’m sorry Hoseok-ssi, she didn’t tell us anything about booking another room. But there’s no way she could’ve found an empty hotel room tonight. The whole city is booked with ARMYs coming to see you.”
Quickly thanking the staff, Hoseok hangs up before calling the other members. He asks them if you’re staying with any of them or if they know where you are but when they all answer “no” Hoseok starts to get worried. He rushes out of the hotel room, impatiently tapping his foot against the floor as the elevator makes its descent to the ground floor. Dialling your number, he holds his phone up to his ear, listening to the ringing sound as he makes his way through the lobby.
Taking a quick glance around, he freezes when he spots a familiar bucket hat over the back of a couch. Not wanting anyone to recognize you and worry about you, you had taken one of Hoseok’s bucket hats to cover your face. He had so many that none of the staff or other members would immediately recognize you, but of course Hoseok would know a piece of his own wardrobe.
Hoseok quickly rounds the couch to find you curled up on the couch. Your knees were pulled up to your chest as you lay your cheek on top of your knees. Slightly lifting the bucket hat to make sure it’s you, he notices the dried tear stains on your cheeks upon closer inspection. Frowning, Hoseok unwraps your arms from your legs, wrapping them around his neck instead before he wraps your legs around his waist, carrying you like a baby koala.
Bring you back to the hotel room, he gently lays you in bed, taking the bucket hat off of you before climbing in behind you. He pulls you closer until your back is pressed against his chest, whispering apologies into your hair before he eventually lets sleep take over.
Waking up, you slowly peel your eyes open, immediately panicking when you realize this isn’t the same place you fell asleep. But then you feel a familiar pair of arms tighten around your waist as Hoseok nuzzles into your hair. “Good morning,” he mumbles. Not ready to confront him yet, you try to act like you’re still asleep but Hoseok had felt your breathing suddenly increase. “I know you’re awake,” he says simply. He then gently gathers your hair to one side and starts placing kisses on the back of your neck.
“Is your neck sore from yesterday?” he asks, referring to the uncomfortable position he found you sleeping in. You shake your head but then you immediately feel the tightness in your muscles. Hoseok gently massages it for you, placing one last kiss on your neck before turning you in his arms to face him. Afraid to meet his eyes, you bring your hands to play with the necklace hanging from his neck. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes as he leans down to place another kiss on your forehead, causing your hands to stop playing with his necklace.
“I shouldn’t have been so hard on you. I was just stressed and I took it out on you. I’m really sorry for that,” he tells you and when you finally look up at him, you can see the guilt swimming in his eyes. “It’s okay Hobi, I’m sorry too. I should’ve made sure we were back on time,” you apologize but he shakes his head at you. “I asked the impossible of you, those three are really out of control,” he says, making you giggle.
“The food you made last night was delicious. All the boys wanted me to tell you how good it was,” he smiles down at you, “And you don’t know how much I was regretting not eating the pancakes you made when I was eating the breakfast the hotel offers. They smelled so good.” You laugh at how he starts to drool at the thought of your pancakes. “It’s okay, they didn’t go to waste. I gave them to the maknaes since they always sleep in late and they practically devoured them,” you tell him.
He lets out a groan at that. “They’re stealing you away from me,” he whines adorably. “We still have a lot of ingredients left over, do you want to make more pancakes for breakfast today?” you suggest. His eyes light up at your offer, nodding enthusiastically. You move to climb out of bed but he’s quick to pull you back, “But I’m making them today. You’ve done too much for me, it’s my turn to take care of you.” You pout at him, about to protest when he starts peppering your face with kisses.
You giggle, playfully shouting at him to stop before he finally places one last kiss on your lips. Leaning his forehead against yours, he closes his eyes as he whispers, “Thank you for always taking care of me.”
Drying the glass cups in front of you and placing them back on the shelves, you go along with your usual tasks as a bartender at your local jazz club. You quite enjoy your job because the club is never filled with loud or obnoxious drunks like normal clubs are. It’s peaceful, with soothing jazz music and mostly older couples.
So of course it catches your eye when a young man—an especially handsome young man at that—walks in through the front doors. And what surprises you even more is the fact that he’s alone. You don’t want to make any assumptions about him but with looks like his, you’re sure he could have any woman or man he wanted.
Too caught up in your ogling to realize you’ve been staring for too long, you freeze up when his eyes suddenly snap to yours, glancing at you through the corner of his eyes as he walks by the counter. You can feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you immediately avert your eyes back down to the glass in your hands, refusing to look up until he’s found a seat and you know the coast is clear.
Finding a seat a bit further into the club, Taehyung chuckles as he sees you bring a hand up to your chest, taking a few deep breathes to calm yourself down. When Taehyung first found this club, it was like a haven for him: the homey atmosphere, the jazz music, and being surrounded by elderly couples who were still too in love to focus on anyone else so he didn’t have to worry about hiding his identity here.
But as soon as he walked into the club, you immediately caught his attention. He wasn’t expecting someone around your age to be working at a place like this. But you were absolutely gorgeous and he wanted to know more about you. Despite being known as the group’s social butterfly, Taehyung is unsure how to approach you. He decides to just enjoy himself, doing what he does best: charming people by simply doing what he loves without a care for what other people think.
Taehyung gets up from his table to dance, losing himself in the music and just feeling himself. Despite having already been caught staring once, you can’t help but what him in awe. You admire how he seems to be completely enjoying himself with no regard for what others may think of him or the fact that he was alone. You can tell he knows how to enjoy his own company and just have fun.
When he first walked into the club, he reminded you of a cold, handsome prince. So you can’t help but giggle when you see the funny faces he pulls as he moves along to the music. But your breath hitches when his eyes lock with yours, and suddenly he’s the only one you can see. It’s like you two are the only ones in the room and you naturally gravitate towards him when he motions for you to come over.
Now standing directly in front of him, you feel flustered under his intense gaze as he towers over you. But when he smiles down at you, the way his cheeks rise reminds you of a rising loaf of bread and you can’t help but smile at the realization. Bowing to you in a prince-like gesture, he holds his hand out to you as he asks, “Care to dance with me?” His deep, honey-like voice sends shivers down your spine as you bashfully nod, letting him take the lead.
He intertwines your hands, his other coming to rest respectfully on your lower back. Practically chest to chest, you blush at how intimate this position is despite still being strangers. “W-what’s your name?” you stutter out. “Taehyung,” he answers smoothly as his deep voice resonates through his chest, “And yours?” Swallowing thickly, you answer, “y/n.”
“A beautiful name for a beautiful lady,” he says with a charming smile as he gazes down at you. He chuckles when you bury your face in his chest to hide your red face, finding you absolutely adorable. Laying the side of your face on his chest as you listen to his steady heartbeat, you two sway along to the music, dancing among the other older couples in the club. “You know, when I first found this place, I thought I found a hidden gem,” he tells you, “But I think the real treasure was you all along.”
Climbing into bed and making yourself comfortable, you pull the blankets up to your chin before turning onto your side and grabbing your phone, the bright screen momentarily blinding you. Blinking rapidly for your eyes to adjust, you scroll to find Jungkook’s contact on your phone. Tapping on his name, you press the audio call icon, smiling softly as the adorable profile picture you had set for him takes over your whole screen.
It was a cute selfie you two had taken together with Jungkook holding up the phone and taking the picture while placing a kiss on your cheek as you smile brightly. But it’s bittersweet because the picture only reminds you of how much you miss him. Jungkook’s been so busy with work lately that you haven’t seen him for nearly a week. You didn’t want to be clingy or annoying but you had gotten so used to being with Jungkook that it felt strange to be apart for so long.
Ever since Jungkook started staying at the dorms with the other members to compensate for their super busy schedule, you’ve called him every night to make sure everything’s okay and that he’s taking care of himself. And deep inside, although you’ve never told him, you also call him because his voice never fails to comfort you and help you fall asleep without him physically by your side.
You patiently wait as the phone rings before Jungkook answers your call, instantly making you perk up. But when a heavy sigh comes from the other end of the line, you falter. “Jungkook?” you ask worriedly, “Is everything okay?” Hearing concern bleed into your voice over the phone, Jungkook runs a hand through his hair tiredly. “Yeah, everything’s fine,” he sighs through the phone, causing you to frown at the disinterest in his voice.
“How’s practice going?” you try to ask him about his day, hoping that he’ll share his worries with you so he doesn’t have to bear them all alone. “Good,” he answers simply before the line goes quiet. You remain silent, giving him a chance to expand if he wants to but he never does. You secretly hope that he’ll try to keep the conversation alive and ask you something—how your day was or what you’ve been up to—anything to show that he had the slightest interest in having a conversation with you.
You let out a small sigh of defeat when Jungkook doesn’t say anything, curling into yourself slightly as you wonder whether Jungkook really wants to be talking to you or if you’re just being a bother. “Are you sure everything’s okay? You can talk to me you know,” you try asking one more time. “Mhm,” he hums in acknowledgement. You curl into yourself more and more each time Jungkook gives you a dry response, a feeling of insecurity washing over you as you burrow deeper underneath the covers.
It was strange. Jungkook’s always been the epitome of comfort to you but talking to him now, you were suddenly feeling unsure of yourself. Discouraged by how one-sided this conversation was, you open your mouth to let Jungkook go and wish him goodnight but he beats you to it. “I’m busy, I have to go,” he mumbles into the phone, immediately hanging up the call without even giving you a chance to say goodbye to him, let alone say goodbye to you.
You pull the phone away from your ear in disbelief, Jungkook’s cute profile picture staring back at you almost mockingly as it reminds you of the times you had that are now gone. You can’t help but feel hurt. Jungkook’s never treated you so coldly before but you give him the benefit of the doubt, hoping that he really was just busy.
You: goodnight
You: i love u <3
You send him a couple of texts since you didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to him over the phone and you’re about to turn your phone off when three dots appear on your screen, signalling that Jungkook was typing. You settle back into your pillow, patiently waiting for his message before going to bed.
Kookie <3: plz stop calling every night
Kookie <3: i don’t have time to text and call you every single day
You read Jungkook’s message over and over again, your vision starting to blur with tears as you pray for a “jk” or something else to pop up. But it never comes and after staring at his message for nearly five minutes, you give up on any hope that this is just some prank. With tears in your eyes, you reply with a simple “ok” before turning your phone off and placing it on the bedside table.
Turning to face Jungkook’s empty side of the bed, you shut your eyes tightly to hold back your tears, trying to forget about all the events of the night and fall asleep. because you have an early morning tomorrow Please stop calling. I don’t have time. But Jungkook’s words flash behind your eyelids, forcing you to open them and focus on something else in the room to make them disappear. Gripping the blankets tightly in your fists, you let out little sobs as your tears soak into your pillow.
The next morning when Jungkook wakes up, the first thing he does is reach for his phone since it’s become routine for him to check for your good morning texts. Squinting at his lock screen, still half-asleep, his brows furrow in confusion when he doesn’t find any notifications from you wishing that he has a good day and to take care of himself. Slowly starting to wake up, Jungkook recalls your conversation last night, or rather lack of, and how cold he was to you.
He curses under his breath, sitting up and unlocking his phone to check your messages and make sure it wasn’t just some nightmare. But the proof is right in front of his eyes as he reads over the message he sent you last night. Falling back onto his pillow, Jungkook lets out a groan as he throws his arm over his eyes. Regret immediately washes over him and he wants nothing more than to drive home and apologize to you.
He shouldn’t have said that to you. He didn’t mean it. He was just feeling so overwhelmed with work lately to the point where answering your texts and calls felt like a chore. But now that he was rested and able to think straight, it registers in his mind just how much he must’ve hurt you. But his schedule’s packed and he knows he won’t be able to return home to you in at least a week.
Kookie <3: im sorry
After sending you a quick apology, Jungkook throws the covers off himself, begrudgingly getting out of bed to get ready for the day.
Slowly coming to consciousness, you let out a groan as you bury your face in your pillow, not having the energy or the motivation to get out of bed. Listening to Jungkook’s voice before bed always helped you relax and soothe all your worries. But after last night, you felt more anxious than ever and didn’t fall asleep until around 3 am, resulting in you waking up feeling extremely groggy and fatigued.
Turning onto your side and picking up your phone, a message from Jungkook immediately catches your attention. Tapping on the notification, you stare at his apology, contemplating sending him a message. You type out a short but sweet message to wish him good morning, hovering your thumb over the send button but you’re unsure whether you should send it or not.
But when your eyes move up to your messages from last night, the answer is clear as day as you delete the message you typed out before putting your phone back on the nightstand. Rolling onto your back, you let out a sigh as you stare at the ceiling. Even though he apologized, you can’t help but hesitate every time you think about sending Jungkook a message, afraid you might be bothering him.
Jungkook knows his short apology isn’t enough. Of course it isn’t, insecurities can’t be washed away just like that. He isn’t able to apologize to you properly because of how busy his schedule is but when he doesn’t receive a single text or call from you for the next 3 days, Jungkook can’t take it anymore. And after talking to the company about how he was feeling so overwhelmed that answering his loved ones’ texts and calls felt like a chore, they were quick to understand and give them a break.
Leaving the company building, Jungkook decides to apologize to you and surprise you, picking up some takeout from your favourite restaurant and your favourite flowers on the way home. Entering the apartment, Jungkook sees your shoes and keys are still gone, meaning you’re still at work. He smiles, knowing he has time to prepare everything for you. He gets to work, setting the table nicely and arranging the flowers nicely in a vase.
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion when you walk in through the front door to find the lights on. You haven’t been able to get a goodnight’s sleep ever since the last time you talked to Jungkook so you assume that you just forgot to turn the lights off in your exhausted state when Jungkook suddenly pops his head around the corner. He quickly approaches you and pulls you into his arms. “You’re home,” he whispers into your hair, cradling your head to his chest.
You bring your arms up to wrap around his waist, clutching the fabric of his shirt in your fists. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes sincerely, “I was just feeling so stressed and overwhelmed but I promise I didn’t mean anything I said. I always look forward to your good morning texts and your phone calls at night. These past few days have been hell for me.” When he finally pulls away, he takes a closer look at you, quickly noticing the dark circles under your eyes and the exhausted look on your face. “You look tired,” he observed out loud, “Have you not been sleeping well?”
You shrug your shoulders at him, avoiding eye contact as you move your gaze to the floor. No matter how much he hurt you, you didn’t have the heart to tell him the reason you couldn’t sleep was because of him. But he can see right through you, blaming himself for saying harsh things to you, for being away from you when you needed him. “It’s because of me, isn’t it?” he asks sadly, looking at you with big, guilty eyes. He hates the fact that he’s the reason you haven’t been well when it was his job to make sure you’re well taken care of.
He pulls you back into a hug, whispering over and over again, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You bring a hand up, lightly patting him on the back to reassure him. “It’s okay, Jungkook. I know you’re busy, you’re doing your best,” you try to reassure him but he frowns down at you, shaking his head stubbornly. He guides you to the table, picking up some food with a fork before holding it out to you. “Jungkook you don’t have to-” you try to protest but he gives you a look that says he won’t let you raise a finger.
Giving in with a sigh, you open your mouth, allowing him to spoon-feed you but not without making sure he’s feeding himself as well. Jungkook keeps feeding you until you physically can’t eat another bite and you feel like you’re going to explode because of how full you are. He already failed to make sure you were well-rested and he’d be damned if he failed to make sure you were eating well too.
Once you two finish eating, Jungkook rushes to throw all the takeout containers into the garbage before coming back to you. He picks you up bridal style, carrying you to your shared bedroom and gently seating you on the bed. “I’ll run a bath for you. Wait here,” he tells you as he turns to enter the bathroom but you reach out to grasp onto the fabric of his sleeve, stopping his movements. He turns around at your hold, looking at you with questioning eyes. “
It’s okay, Jungkook, I know you’re tired too. Let’s just go to sleep,” you tell him with a soft smile. His bottom lip juts out as he pouts at you, his desire to make it up to you clear in his eyes. “Please?” you ask softly, “I just want to be with you right now.” Jungkook can’t deny you when you ask him so nicely, immediately giving in as you scoot over on the bed, creating room for him as he climbs into bed beside you.
He pulls you into his arms, engulfing you in his warmth and washing away all your worries. Laying your head on his chest, your eyelids start to grow heavy as you listen to his steady heartbeat. “Jungkook?” you mumble drowsily, on the verge of falling asleep. “Hmm?” he hums in acknowledgement, the vibration rumbling through his chest. “Can you sing to me, please?” you request softly as you mindlessly trace the tattoos on his skin.
Jungkook immediately agrees, beginning to sing softly to you. His angelic voice fills the bedroom as he combs his fingers through your hair, lulling you to sleep. When he finishes the song, he looks down to find your cheek squished against his chest, fast asleep. He smiles softly at your sleeping face, placing a kiss on your forehead before cuddling you closer to his chest, comforted by the fact that you were now in his arms.
Anonymous said to kpopgroupsreact: Please make a followup on the BTS post about their ex with anther guy, it was really good! Thanks and keep up the great work!!
Anonymous said to kpopgroupsreact: can you write a sequel for the bts reaction about seeing their ex-gf with someone? i might have shed a few tears and need some more emotional drama to read :))))(((((
This was requested TWICE, plus mentioned in the comments (yes I do make sure to read the comments!) so I felt it was only fair to write up a part 2!
It had only been a few minutes since he had spotted you at the statue with another guy. The smile you gave the man was still flashing in his mind like a broken projector image, despite your back being turned as you faced away. How long had it been since you had smiled at him like that? It was months ago, yet it felt even longer.
He missed you. He missed being the one to pick you up at the statue, he missed being the one to receive your smiles, and even more so he missed being the reason behind them.
What he didn’t know at this moment was that the guy you had greeted with a smile was actually your cousin visiting you. You had invited him to the easiest landmark you could have thought of, and it had been the statue you used to set as a meeting place for your dates with Namjoon. The place was still special to you, and all the good memories it led to.
Jin:
That was me not too long ago…
He didn’t know when he had pulled over to the side of the road. All he could do was watch you enter the cafe with the other man. He watched as the guy opened the door for you, his hands tightened on his steering wheel as he watched you two walk into the building. There were far too many emotions he was trying to process.
Anger. Frustration. Regret. Jealousy.
Before he could calm down he was already out of the car and racing towards the cafe. He stopped in front of the windows, looking in. He watched as you were ordering what you always ordered. He didn’t even need to see you pointing to the menu. He knew what you would order. It’s what you always ordered. The rose and honey latte you loved so much.
Although he didn’t know you were just out with a colleague, the way the other man was making you smile and how at ease you appeared was making his head spin. You hadn’t chosen this place, but it was the closest to where the two of you worked and you found it hard to refuse. Besides, it was just a few moments of discussing the assignment you two were working on together. You could manage a few moments in this place, couldn’t you?
Suga:
Was I that easy to forget?
He had left the food untouched on the table and he couldn’t focus. He couldn’t wrap his head around what he had just seen. He sat motionless, staring at the doorway before he willed his body to move. Letting his instincts lead him out the door, past the staff and through the hallways trying to catch a glimpse of you again. He stopped at the corner, peering over the edge when he heard your laughter. You were smiling so brightly, your laughter resonating through the hall and in his chest. His throat felt dry and his chest tightened as he saw your interactions with the man beside you.
For you, however, this was simply work. You were being kind to the new co-MC for the music show and helping relieve his nerves by being as encouraging and optimistic as you could. It was hard for you to be okay on your own so this distraction was something you needed as well.
J-Hope:
Can’t she even see me anymore?
He hated seeing you so focused on someone else. He was up on this stage and as much as he regretted stepping on it he dreaded stepping off it even more. If things had been like before he would be able to share this happy moment with you after the ceremony. But instead of happiness, he was feeling bitter. He wanted to take the mic and confess how much he missed you. But he couldn’t and he hated it. He hated it all so much. He felt so helpless, so hopeless it was like the cheering had deafened him and his heart to silence. All he could feel was the numbness creeping over him. If people could see his heart right now it would be so damaged that the tears that slipped out wouldn’t be mistaken for tears of joy like they were at the moment.
You were still talking with the guy seated near you, but it was simply to ask for the earring that had fallen off and rolled underneath his chair. You had wanted to be discreet about it so as not to draw attention away from the award acceptance speech, but it appeared as if you two were sharing a special moment while whispering together.
Jimin:
So it all meant nothing?
The broken bracelet left an imprint in his hand as he eased it out of the fist he had made. He had squeezed it so hard, his skin was red and stung slightly as he traced the imprint and the bracelet. But it stung a lot less than his heart or the tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes. He shut them tightly and shook his head to clear his thoughts before looking over his shoulder. He could still hear your laughter, although it was faint and distant. Just how you were now. So distant from him. His chest ached and he managed only a few steps towards his waiting room before he leaned against the wall, sliding to the ground and staring at the bracelet dangling from his fingers. It had been his first gift to you, and the memories that it brought back were suffocating him.
But he didn’t know that the man was just a manager. That the bracelet hadn’t been discarded carelessly but had broken and you hadn’t noticed yet. If you had, you would have been desperately looking for it because you had kept wearing it despite everything. Because despite everything your memories with him and the bracelet meant everything to you.
V:
Was I that easy to replace?
Hisheart felt incredibly heavy in his chest and his eyes could no longer blink away the tears. He found himself walking past the corner convenience store and towards the park at the back of the building. He settled down into one of the swings, his broken voice as he called out your name was the only sound followed by his soft cries in the still night air.
However, you had been dropped off by a colleague’s associate because your manager had to run back to the office to turn in some papers. You had been as polite as you could, continuously thanking the kind man for offering to drive you back home despite it being so late before heading back to his girlfriend. During the car ride his call to his girlfriend had given you nostalgia because it reminded you of how Taehyung would call you, either to make sure you were getting home safely when you were heading back on your own or to ask you out for the secret meetings consisting of ice cream and swinging at the park behind your building.
Jungkook:
That’s rough y/n…
He looked away from the guy blocking his view of you but he couldn’t help peeking every now and then. You were smiling, listening to him intently as he spoke to you. You handed over something to him and the guy gave a happy jump and waved as he walked away a few moments later. He watched your eyes linger, a warm smile on your face. It was one you often had when you were around him and he wondered what the other man had said to make you smile in such a way he thought only he could.
You had turned at the sound of your name, although you could have sworn you heard it twice. Once softly, and a second time far louder. You had turned just in time to see a fellow labelmate walk up to you to ask if you had an extra company banner to wave because his group was one short. You handed him yours and said it was alright for him to take it. It was just like you to be selfless, and despite not having any extras around you didn’t hesitate to give yours up so that a friend would be happy. It was something Jungkook used to tease you about often, but behind the teasing, there was a fondness in his voice that always left you with an even warmer feeling than the actual selfless act itself.
Anonymous said to kpopgroupsreact: BTS reaction to their best female friend going to them in tears when she finally had the confidence to come out to her parents she was lesbian and they rejected her along with kicking her our of the house. (Please)
*NOTE*:I know for some people this is a touchy subject, and please know that I have no intentions of offending anyone and if I did I am so sorry.
RM: I feel as if he would be one of the ones to want to discuss this further. He would let you stay at his place for as long as you needed, and he would play the role of mediator between you and your parents. He’d appeal to them on your behalf but if they really rejected you completely, he would turn all his efforts towards helping you move on with your life.
“Be proud of who you are y/n, that’s all that matters.”
Jin: He would probably be really angry when he found out the reason you were crying and left to fend for yourself, was because your parents had rejected you. He knew how hard it was for you and although he wanted to march over and tell them how unfair they were being he knew it was more important to calm you down and let you know that there were still people who loved you and would support you.
“First, have some water y/n, are you hungry? Don’t worry about anything right now, just calm down, things will get better,”
Suga:He’s usually quiet when he’s listening to you, and so when you showed up with a teary face and began to tell him everything that happened he would listen quietly although he would probably be fuming on the inside. He wasn’t really surprised that your parents would act this way, but he was disappointed that they hadn’t thought about how wrong they were and tried to understand you. After he had let you say everything you needed to he would speak his mind, letting you know that you weren’t wrong and that he would be there to help you.
“As long as you’re happy, screw what others think. If they’re blinded right now by their emotions, just give it time. If they still don’t see that they’re wrong and that you’re still the same daughter they’ve always loved, then it’s their loss because they aren’t even trying to understand you.”
J-Hope: He would be worried when you show up crying and it would be hard for him to hide how upset he was that your parents would turn you away like that. He probably wouldn’t know what to say to you right away, but he would make an effort to be a bridge between your parents and you.
“For now y/n, just stay with me, we’ll talk with them together next time, I’m sure they’ll come around,”
V: When you called him, crying on the phone, trying to explain the situation in a blubbering mess as you stood outside his place he would have a hard time controlling himself. He was usually extremely respectful and caring towards your parents, but their rejection of you would really put him over the edge and he wouldn’t waste any time in facing them. He was your best friend and if he didn’t stick up for you who else would? He’d take you back that very day and make sure he voiced his thoughts on how unfair and unloving they were behaving.
“As parents, I respect you, but how can you just abandon your own child like that?”
Jimin: When you showed up at his door in tears and explained what happened he would drag you to your parents’ house. As your best friend, he felt it was his duty to confront your parents. He would be really mad, but he knew he couldn’t be disrespectful towards them and so he’d try his best to reign in his anger and talk with them.
“She’s your daughter, you birthed her and raised her so why are you rejecting the person that she is?”
Jungkook:He wasn’t expecting you to show up crying, you had sounded so confident and sure of yourself when you had told him you were going to tell your parents. Seeing you cry would make him tear up, and it hurt to see you hurting. He would try to calm you down, letting you know you weren’t alone and that you still had him as your best friend and he would always be there for you.
I started this series where the reader and Jungkook used to date but broke up because he didn’t want children. Years have gone by and the reader now has a son. Jungkook gets himself an invite to her son’s birthday party and they end up kissing.
I started reading it a while ago so I’m not sure if its be updated or not but when I first read it there was only one chapter.
Hoseok is an underground rapper well known in the industryindustrie. Thanks to that he can’t be very loud or public about his… Special kink…
One day while scrolling through twitter he finds out about “nsfw twitter” where Y/N and her 2 friends sell kinky stuff.
Y/N turns out to fulfill his deepest fantasies.
Genre: SocialMedia!AU, Smut, Angsty
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: Hello! I went into a loooong, looong hiatus but I’m finally back! This part is a little different cause I need to make a little of time between Hoseok and Y/N for what it’s coming
I also updated the tag list but if you don’t wanna be on it anymore or changed ur username after all this time please let me now!
Here’s a pinned masterlist cause I still haven’t figured out how to link it in my bio
Positions
- Y/N was a normal 24 year old, all she wanted was to pursue her dream of becoming executive editor of Bighit Publishing, that is until she’s met with a Rude and Handsome editor who also wants the position as her. Will these two stay enemies or will there be something else?
Hello, it’s been brought to my attention that Admin Erika has been plagiarizing someone else’s story. As the owner of this account I deeply apologize to the original author /creator of the story, I do not tolerate theft towards someone else’s hard work. I will be deleting all the chapters and Erika is no longer an admin for this account. I once again am sorry to the creator and everyone who has been reading the story. I will do my best to put out another au to make up for what has happened.
That’s what’s on your mind as you lounge around at the pool. You’ve worked hard, getting high marks on your exams and having a perfect attendance record at your internship. You deserve to have this vacation in the Hamptons, spending your summer in the affluent seaside communities of New York City.
You aren’t rich by any means; you lucked up finding this house thanks to your mom’s client. The house would be empty for a few months, and they needed someone to take care of the pets while they were gone. You figured you could enjoy yourself while you’re here. The plus side? The house came with a hot pool boy named Taehyung.
Your flight came in late, and you wanted to go for a swim. You didn’t feel like changing into your bikini, so you decided to go in naked. You felt free swimming in the cool water, washing away the jet lag you felt from traveling over a thousand miles across the country from your university. You weren’t expecting to find an attractive guy standing at the edge of the pool with a towel in hand.
“Who are you??” you question, hiding your breasts with your hands.
“What’s up? I’m the pool boy,” he hands you a towel. “Taehyung.”
To say you are embarrassed is an understatement. You quickly thank him for the towel and run into the house, your ass exposed as it wasn’t big enough to cover you. However, a small smile forms on your face at the thought of someone so hot seeing you naked.
You thought about Taehyung every night after that, pleasuring yourself to the thought of him fucking you on the chaise lounge chair outside for everyone to see. You’d watch him enter and leave the cabana, longing for him to be inside of you instead.
Today you decide to go for a swim—with clothes this time.
“Hi there,” Taehyung approaches you, drink in hand. “It’s about time you finally came out.”
You thank him, taking the drink and a sip after. It tastes sweet like strawberries and banana bubblegum blended to perfection, great for combating the summer heat.
“I’ve been busy,” you state. “Now I finally have some time to relax.”
“Ah, ok. I thought you were avoiding me because I saw you naked.”
You want to facepalm yourself. Even though it’s a blooming hell of an introduction, you would’ve chosen to announce yourself differently.
Taehyung rakes his fingers through his luscious black hair. You take the opportunity to examine his facial features. His clear-tanned skin seems to glow as bright as his smile and his intense stare penetrates your skin like the sun’s piercing ray. However, his orbs still hold a hint of gentleness deep within their brown irises. He’s sporting a black shirt and swim shorts, his physique outlined perfectly enough that your mind starts racing about you being underneath him.
“I promise I wasn’t doing that,” you smile behind your white lie. “I’m going to finally get in the water. Thanks for the drink.”
You set it down on the table and make your way towards the pool entrance.
“Maybe you should join me.”
Feeling bold, you tap your feet playfully first before completely submerging yourself in the cool water. You allow yourself to get adjusted before going under, your body and water becoming one as you swim around the deep pool.
As you go under, you can feel his eyes on you, and you don’t bother to hide your smirk. When you emerge and see Taehyung entering the water shirtless, your ego is more stroked. You got him right where you want him: hooked, lined, and sinker.
“What are you doing?” You feign ignorance.
He swims until he is close to you.
“Joining you, like you suggested.”
You lean back against the pool’s ledge as he stops in front of you. His hands find your waist, moving you closer to him until your body is pressed against his.
“Don’t be shy now,” he whispers.
“I’m not shy,” you say hotly.
“Prove it.”
You kiss him, your carnal lust taking over as your body gives into him. He obliges, undoing your bikini top until your breasts are free, massaging your nipples as your tongues swirl in each other’s mouths. You play at the hem of his swim shorts, pulling them down with some effort until you feel his length pop out free underwater. Your eyes widen at how big he is, and arousal pools in your center at the thought of him inside of you.
“You’re eager,” he chuckles. “You must really want some dick.”
He lifts your leg up, adjusting your bikini bottoms to the side before he enters your heat. You both moan in unison. The satisfaction of having each other in this position proves to be much better than you anticipated.
“You know I heard you up there,” he kisses you and fucks you slowly. “I know you were thinking of me while playing with your tight pussy.”
You don’t bother trying to deny it; your finger is settled nicely on your clit, and you don’t care about anything but being dicked down by him. Taehyung deepens his kiss. He thrusts into you deeper, and your body fully awakens as your walls clench around him.
“Yeah,” he grunts. “Be a good girl and keep moaning my name like that.”
Your nails dig into the back of his neck. You scream his name and turn into a whimpering mess as you reach your climax.
“Coming already?” His voice is dark, and he increases his pace. “We are just getting started.”
Taehyung pulls out of you slowly, leading you out of the pool and laying you on the lounging chair. He grabs the drink you left and pours it slowly over your breasts, giving you chills as the juice travels down your stomach. His tongue swirls around your nipples, jolts of electricity and pleasure spreading throughout your body. Your bottoms are pulled off, with Taehyung leaving soft kisses against your thighs before ravishing your sweet core.
“What a pretty sight,” he hummed against your pussy.
Your mind goes blank as pleasure overtakes your body, you grip on his hair as the coil snaps in your stomach. He sucks the juices out of you, his lips smacking loudly like you were the best thing he ever tasted.
“God, you’re going to suck me dry,” you moan.
Your legs shake and you collapse on the chair. Taehyung rises up slowly, his hand stroking his large cock. Precum drips from it slowly like honey, looking delectable and making you want a taste. Despite being ripe with sensitivity, you still want him, specifically his cock in your mouth.
“Can I taste it?” You lick your lips.
“Of course, sweetheart.”
You open your mouth wide, your tongue sticking out as he slides in a long stroke. Your reflexes are strong, allowing him to fuck your throat roughly. You two make eye contact, and he bites his lip, singing sweet praises while your hand travels down to your core. Still sensitive, you rub yourself softly, jolts of electricity pulsing through your legs.
“Fuck,” his breath is shaky. “Can’t wait to blow my load and fill this pretty little mouth of yours.”
His hand sneaks towards your throat, his thrusts faster and rougher. Saliva spreads around his thick shaft, your mouth full of him as he pulls closer to release.
“Gonna fucking fill your mouth with my cum,” he grits his teeth.
Taehyung pulls out, stroking himself until white drops spurt on your tongue and cover your face. He slides into your mouth one last time, his load filling your mouth quickly as you swallow him. He tastes sweet, like the drink you had earlier. You keep bopping your head until he pulls out, lifting up your face and leaving a kiss.
: oral (m. receiving), swearing, a little worship kink
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: You’re watching a music video, and Yoongi’s thoughts get the best of him. Not wanting him to feel bad, you make him feel good the best way you know how.
It was Wonho’s video premiere for his title track, “Eye On You,” and you were very excited to watch it. The song plays loudly on the speakers, and you sit with your best friend Alex in the living room watching the video. Your boyfriend Yoongi is behind you, sulking on the couch, watching you two engage with what’s on the screen. The groovy, sexy sound quickly took over, and you moan loudly, enamored with how good he looks in tight pants.
“He’s gotten so big!” you exclaim, playfully fanning yourself.
“Wonho looks so good,” Alex agreed, her eyes wide at the change of scene.
You get up and start dancing, your body completely taken over by the beat. You look over at Yoongi, his face half-amused at your dancing, and you make your way over to him, sitting on his lap. A smile on his face, but his eyes tell another story, sadness peeking in from those almond-shaped eyes.
“What’s wrong, baby?” you ask, brushing his hair back with your hands.
“Nothing,” he sighs heavily.
You frown at him because you know he’s lying. You gaze at him, concerned, your heart beating faster than before. You start thinking hard to see if there is anything that you did wrong, playing everything that you did from the moment you woke up until now. You search his eyes, hoping to get the truth out of them somewhere, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he slouches further onto the couch. You’re bothered by his sudden mood change, not understanding why he is acting this way, but you are determined to figure out what is wrong. You get up and whisper to Alex that you will talk to Yoongi quickly, and she nods, turning her attention back to the tv screen.
“Come on,” you grab his hand, getting him off the couch. “Let’s talk.”
He reluctantly follows you into the room, and you lock the door behind him, motioning for him to sit down on the bed.
“What’s wrong with Yoongi? Did I do something wrong?” you probe, standing in front of him.
“No, you did nothing wrong,” he huffs. “You are just perfect the way you are.”
You are taken aback by his words, confused even, not understanding why he would use those specific words for the subject at hand. On one end, you like that he thinks you are perfect, but you are still troubled by his dishonesty. You sit next to him, taking his hand and kissing it reassuringly.
“I know you are not being honest with me,” you call him out. “I’m not going to judge you. Talk to me, please.”
He spent a moment in pensive silence, actively avoiding eye contact. Your frustration mounts, and you feel like shaking him until he gives you an answer. You get up, annoyed, about to walk out of the room when you finally get an answer.
“Do you think I’m attractive?”
You snap your head at him, bewildered by his question. It was the last thing you would think would ever come out of his mouth, and you almost laughed at his inquisition.
“What..?” you respond slowly. “Where is this coming from?”
“Well, I saw how much you liked Wonho’s body earlier, and I know I am not built like that,” he mumbles.
A massive wave of relief splashes over you, as now you know why he feels the way he is. This is unlike him, and you take it seriously, but you know how to make him feel better.
“Baby,” you begin. “You are the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on. There is not a day that goes by that I am not thankful that I get to wake up to your beautiful face every morning. Wonho is attractive, but he doesn’t have anything on you. I love you, okay?”
He nods slowly, and you sit back on the bed, laying your head on his shoulder.
“You don’t have to worry about me talking to another guy or looking at anyone the same way I look at you,” you reassure him. “You are all I will ever need in life.”
You look at him, your eyes full of love, and kiss him. Your heart skips a beat, fireworks, and desire fill you up, and you want nothing more to show him how sexy he is to you. You lay him down on the bed, climbing over him, straddling his lap. Your lips leave him just to plant themselves on his neck, sucking on his bare skin, leaving a red mark. Your hands slip slowly under his shirt, caressing his smooth chest softly before moving your way down to his stomach,
“I love you,” you whisper. “There’s no else but you.”
You work your lips down to his chest, leaving soft kisses along the way. You stop when your lips reach his grey sweatpants, gazing at him as you pull them down.
“What are you doing?” he hisses.
“You know exactly what I’m doing,” you purr, pulling his member out of his briefs.
It pops out excitedly, getting bigger in front of you as you hold it in your hand. You caress it, not breaking eye contact as you want to see his reaction to what you are doing to him. He bites his lip. Eyes closed in ecstasy as your hand movements pick up the pace. His moans are sweet, your name flowing out of his lips harmonically, his hands gripping your wrist. You lean in closer, slowly taking him into your mouth, his whimpers going up an octave. You move your head back and forth, juices flowing naturally in your mouth as you suck him in, your tongue massaging his shaft.
“Baby…” his breathing hitches. “You make me feel so good.”
“I know,” you say, his dick still in your mouth.
His need for you becomes unadulterated as he takes a fistful of your hair, pushing you further down onto his shaft. You smirk, sucking on him harder, bopping your head faster, enjoying this newfound ravenous energy taking over you. You admire him, his cheek flushed and his lips slightly parted. Your name and words of praise fill the room as he nears his peak. Your free hand moves up to where his balls are, and you rub them softly, enjoying watching him shudder from your mere touch. His dick twitches, getting harder in your mouth, and his eyes roll back, a strangled noise coming from his lips.
“I’m going to cu-” his voice cracks, preventing him from finishing his thought.
He releases himself into your mouth and swallows him in, enjoying the fruits of your labor. He shudders, clutching onto the pillow, his heavy pants evident as he comes down from his high. You slowly take him out of your mouth, wiping a small corner of his seed from the corner of your mouth and licking it. He exhales, sitting on the headboard, wiping the sweat off his face.
“Now, do you see,” you tease him, “there is no one else I would want to do that too. Only you make me this way. “
He nods, and you climb up next to him, laying your head on his chest. He kisses the top of your head, and you drum your fingers playfully on his stomach, listening to his heartbeat, the melody from his heart evident as he holds you close. He falls into a deep sleep, and you lay there before eventually getting up, not wanting to disturb his peaceful state. You leave the room and shut the door quietly, returning to the living room to Alex, who is watching another kpop video.
“Is everything okay?” she asks, pausing the video.
“Oh yeah, we’re good,” you beam at her. “I was just taking care of my man, that’s all.”
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