Your head snapped around as yet another slam of a table tennis racquet against the table made you jump, spinning around as Taehyung bounced around on one side of the table, with Jin confidently smirking at the other end of the table, managing to pick up yet another point despite Taehyung’s best efforts.

“I give up,” Taehyung huffed, placing his racquet down and stepping back from the table, “I swear you’ve got some sort of cheat up your sleeve that none of us know about.”

“What are you idiots up to?” You shouted across from where you sat down on the field, “are you guys really getting this competitive over a game of table tennis out of everything?”

“We’re not as your boyfriend is Y/N!”

The eyes of the figure beside you quickly widened, “hey, don’t bring me into this, I’m innocent.”

Your hand pushed against Jungkook’s arm gently as the boys quickly told you how he had been acting throughout the holiday when you hadn’t been looking. You knew exactly how competitive Jungkook could be, having been on the receiving end of many games that you played.

Instead of join in this game though, Jungkook was busy tickling the tummy of Bam who sat between the two of you. “If you wait until after dinner, I’ll give you another game Jin and beat your ass.”

“You wish that you could beat me.”

Your head shook as yet another back and forth between the two boys. Both were adamant that they could win given the chance, deciding that after dinner they would have the ultimate match to decide who really was the best at table tennis.

“Don’t go crying to Y/N when I beat you, she won’t be able to help you, Kook.”

“He’s not going to win,” Jungkook whispered into your ear as Jin walked away from you both, “there is no way that I’m letting him, and his stupid ego beat me at a game of table tennis.”

“You sound pretty confident,” you noted, poking gently against your arm, “I’m sure that Jin probably wants to defeat you and your competitive ego to you know.”

A sharp intake of breath came from Jungkook, “me? An ego, I just know that I’m better than him.”

Your head shook at how competitive Jungkook still was, “either way I’m sure that whichever one of you ends up winning this game will probably brag about it forever.”

Whilst most people started to get stuck in with preparing dinner soon after, with Bam following behind you too, Jungkook decided his time was better spent at the table tennis table. After pressing it up against the wall to bounce the ball off of, he rallied and rallied making sure that he was prepared for his match with Jin.

When you came and found him to let him know that dinner was ready, a sigh came from him, reluctantly placing the racket down and slumping behind you to the table.

“I was really getting into the swing of things there,” Jungkook proudly told you as he walked.

“I’m sure that Jin will be much stiffer competition than a wall though.”

Jungkook’s head shook as he threw his arm across your shoulders, walking to the two seats that were waiting for the two of you at the end of the table. Even as the two of you sat down, you could tell that Jungkook was glancing across at Jin, making sure that he was aware that Jungkook had been practicing.

As soon as the two of you sat down, Bam snuck underneath the table where the two of you were, looking between you both. With Yoongi placing the plates of food down at the table, Jungkook ran his hand over the top of Bam’s head, promising him that he’d be fed too once you had everything sorted for you and the boys.

It had been the same routine for you since the start of the trip, having joined halfway through their holiday, you slipped into their habits and followed exactly what they did, offering your help wherever you felt that you could slot in.

Throughout your meal, Jungkook’s legs bounced excitedly, making sure that he stayed agile in his seat. Several times you watched him swerve left and right or pretend that his chopsticks were a racquet and swing for his food.

In the end you could only laugh to yourself at how eager he was. “Can’t you just eat like everyone else does?” You asked him, watching him hit again against the side of his glass.

“I’ve got to get in the zone Y/N,” Jungkook explained to you, pressing his hands to his temples, “this is a big match in case you’ve forgotten.”

Your head shook back to Jungkook, knowing that Jin was watching the two of you. “You remember that Jin is your elder, right? Don’t you think that maybe you should let him win, I mean no one wants to lose to someone that’s younger than them, do they?”

Jungkook scoffed in reply to you, he didn’t care that Jin was his elder, all he cared about was winning. Throughout the trip he had managed to show off how good he was at so many things, and this was no exception for him too.

“I’ll win, for you,” Jungkook whispered across into your ear. “I kept telling you that I’d do something special on this trip, I’ll make that something special beating Jin at table tennis then we’ll get bragging rights over the rest of them for the rest of the trip.”

“You do remember that I’m leaving tomorrow, right?” You chuckled, “you might get bragging rights but I’m just going back home so you can enjoy your victory all by yourself here.”

“I still can’t believe you’re going,” Jungkook sighed with his expression dropping, “are you sure that there’s no way that you can convince your boss to give you some more time off?”

You had been lucky to get just a few days off to be able to drive up and explore the house that the boys were staying at. The last thing that you were able to do was push your luck, having got yourself in trouble before with your boss for hanging out with the boys and not doing your work properly.

With you going tomorrow, Jungkook was more confident than ever that he was going to win and round off the little trip that you’d had together perfectly. If he had one more chance to be able to show off to you, Jungkook was absolutely going to take it.

And as a small groan came from underneath the table, Jungkook knew that someone else agreed with him too. “Bam will be on my side,” Jungkook laughed as Bam’s wide eyes looked up, “he knows that I can do it.”

“He’s on ball boy duties when you end up sending the ball flying,” you smiled, running your hand over the top of Bam’s head, “when Jin can’t return the balls that you send down to him.”

“I’ll have him running all over the place,” Jungkook assured you, “it might be the table tennis match of the century.”

Your eyes rolled, “I’m sure the production team feel very lucky to be filming it.”

“They should, it’s a once in a lifetime for everyone.”

—

Masterlist

Jin:

His eyes narrowed as soon as Jin walked into the studio and found Namjoon stood with his arms around you. “What’s up?” He questioned, watching as you pulled away from Namjoon to reveal your teary eyes.

“The runner might have made a little bit of a mistake,” Namjoon explained to Jin, “but don’t worry, I put him back in his place.”

Jin cautiously walked towards you, replacing Namjoon at your side. “What sort of mistake did he make? Has he done something to upset you Y/N? I swear I’ll get him.”

“It’s alright,” you quickly assured Jin before he got annoyed, “Namjoon’s already sorted him, he just made a bit of a stupid joke about my home.”

“He was having a go at you because you’re foreign?”

“A little,” you weakly smiled, “he thought he was being funny, but it was just offensive.”

A heavy breath came from Jin as he tried to stay relaxed, “what is it about people round here that they think they can insult you for being foreign. Are you sure you sorted him Joon? I can say something to him too.“

"I promise it’s alright, he won’t be opening his mouth again.”

Yoongi:

As Yoongi’s manager walked away, the tears quickly began to fall for you. “I’m so sorry,” Yoongi told you as soon as he heard you starting to sniffle by his side, draping his arm across both of your shoulders.

“I don’t even know why I’m letting that idiot get to me,” you sighed, breathing shakily as you rested against Yoongi.

A soft kiss was placed by him to the top of your head, “it’s alright to be upset, I’m upset too by what he said. I can’t believe he even thought to say such a thing to you.”

“How many other people must think it, but not say anything to me?” You asked Yoongi, watching as his head shook straight away back across to you.

“Everyone adores you, no one else is thinking like that.”

“I thought that he liked me,” you frowned, “but clearly, he’s got a problem with me, hasn’t he?”

Yoongi’s smile weakened as he met your hurt eyes, “if you being foreign is the only thing that people have against you, that’s on them, not on you. Some people are just made to be mean Y/N, you’ve just got to ignore them.”

“He’s definitely the meanest of the bunch too.”

Hoseok:

The slam of the door made Hobi jump as his eyes immediately looked across at you. “What’s wrong?” He asked, encouraging you to take a seat beside him and tell him what had made you so upset.

“That choreographer you’re working with is an idiot,” was all that you said as you wiped under your eyes with your sleeve.

Hobi’s arm came around to rest against the small of your back, “what’s happened? What have they said, or done?” He quizzed, picking up on just how upset you were.

“Essentially he’s just told me that it’s best if I go back home,” you told Hobi, glancing across just as his eyes widened in horror, “told me I’m no good in Korea.”

“Who does he think he is to say something like that to you?”

“I don’t know,” you hummed, smiling weakly at Hobi, “I enjoy being in Korea though.”

His head shook as he pulled you into his side, “just ignore him, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. You belong here, with me, regardless of what anyone else thinks. I’ll speak to him Y/N, I promise you.”

“There’s nowhere else that I want to be either.”

Namjoon:

Your body jumped as Namjoon dropped his chopsticks, staring across the table at one of his managers. “What did you just say about Y/N?” Namjoon challenged, keeping his eyes fixated on the nervy

“What?” The manager chuckled, thinking that he was just having a laugh until he noticed Namjoon’s tough expression.

Namjoon wasn’t about to back down as the manager’s laughter quickly stopped. “What did you just say about Y/N? If you think it’s so funny, why don’t you repeat it?”

“I was just saying how funny Y/N’s pronunciation is,” the manager smirked, “I mean you can tell that she’s a foreigner when she speaks, can’t you?”

“And why is that something to joke about? She’s trying to learn.”

“Alright,” the manager scoffed, “I didn’t realise that she needed you to stand up for her now.”

Namjoon reached across and took a hold of your hand, “Y/N is more then capable of standing up for herself. However, I will absolutely stand up for her too, she’s trying her best to learn, maybe you should learn too.”

“I’m sorry, I was only messing around though.”

Jimin:

Your body tensed up as soon as you caught sight of the director who had offended you across the room. “Is that him?” Jimin asked you, noticing how panicked you got when you noticed who was standing around.

“Don’t,” you told Jimin as he took a single step in their direction, “now isn’t the time or the place to start anything Jimin.”

His head nodded as he stepped back towards you, “I’m not going to let him get away with it Y/N. If it’s not today, then at some point I’ll definitely be speaking to him.”

“I’m sure he probably didn’t mean anything by it,” you tried your best to tell Jimin, “how is he supposed to know what might offend a foreign person.”

“I don’t care, he should think before he speaks to anyone.”

“Jimin,” you whispered, “I don’t want this to get you in any trouble, that wouldn’t be fair.”

He reached across and took a hold of both of your hands, “you’re not going to get me in any trouble, I promise. I’m going to stand up for you though Y/N, there’s no way that I can just ignore what’s happened.”

“Be careful though, please, for your own sake.”

Taehyung:

As he glanced to his right and saw you tense up, Taehyung knew that he couldn’t just let the producer’s comments pass. “Y/N’s not from Korea,” Taehyung reminded them, “what are you expecting from her?”

“I-I…nothing,” the producer stuttered, surprised to hear Taehyung speak up, not really realising what he had said to you.

Your hand reached under the table for Taehyung’s, trying your best to keep him calm. “You make mistakes too, and you’re Korean, but no one decides to call you out on them.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” he quickly told you, sensing that trouble was brewing, “I think I might just go and eat my lunch somewhere else, and leave you guys to it.”

“I can’t believe he had the cheek to say that to you, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you whispered, “thank you for standing up for me though, I really appreciate it.”

Taehyung’s smile turned up as soon as he met your eyes, “no one gets to judge you like that and get away with it. Even as Koreans we’re not perfect, but people especially need to cut you a little bit of slack.”

“I’m sure he will now after getting told off by you.”

Jungkook:

You quickly wiped under your eyes as Jungkook walked into the room, smiling weakly across at him. “What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked straight away though, easily able to tell that something had upset you.

“It’s nothing,” you tried to tell him, but Jungkook’s head shook, “I probably took the comment to hear too much anyway.”

Jungkook took a hold of your hand as his eyes remained on you, “who’s been passing comment? It obviously must be inappropriate if it’s left you feeling upset Y/N, just tell me.”

“One of your managers,” you began to tell him, “they were moaning to me earlier because of where I come from, telling me that I’m not always doing things right.”

“No one expects you to do everything right, you’re foreign Y/N.”

“It appears that maybe one person does,” you frowned, feeling Jungkook’s grip tighten on you.

A sigh came from him as he tried his best to stay calm. “You need to point out to me who said it, I need to talk to them about what they’ve said. People need to be understanding of you, I’m not letting them hurt you.”

“I don’t want any trouble Kook, it’s no big deal.”

—

Masterlist

Jin:

“Y/N,” Jin giggled as you pressed kiss after kiss to his face as you hovered above him, encouraged to keep going by the sound of him laughing from underneath you.

As you pulled away, your eyes landed on the wide smile that was on his face. “Yes?” You innocently smiled, keeping yourself propped up on your elbows as his hands moved around you.

“I told you that I have to go to work, remember?”

Your head shook as you pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, “work is for losers, stay here with me instead Jin.”

“I’d love to,” he chuckled, “but unfortunately there’s things that I need to go and do at the studio.”

Your head kept shaking in response to him, “you don’t get kissed when you go to the studio, why would you want to go there?”

“It just means that I have something to look forward to when I come home,” he tried to tell you, “you can save up plenty of kisses to give me this evening instead.”

You reluctantly rolled away from Jin, “I can’t believe you’re picking the studio over me.”

“I’ll pick you all evening long tonight.”

Yoongi:

“Stop,” Yoongi laughed as you pushed his cheeks together again, pressing a kiss against his forcibly pouted lips, chuckling away to yourself as the pout muffled his voice.

As soon as your hands came back to your sides, Yoongi’s hands rolled. “I’ve never known someone to enjoy kissing as much as you,” Yoongi smiled as you shyly looked back at him.

“I think it’s your fault for being so kissable.”

His eyebrows knitted in confusion back across to you, “you force me into appearing kissable by squishing my cheeks.”

“You love it really,” you joked, “I’ve never heard you once complain about me kissing you either.”

Yoongi raised his arms in the air, “no person would ever complain about being kissed, they must be out of their minds.”

“I can’t help it that I want to kiss you the most when you’re pouty,” you smirked, pushing his cheeks in again, “I mean look at how adorable you look right now, it’s so cute.”

Yoongi’s eyes rolled as you spoke, “why can’t you just kiss me like a normal person would?”

“That would be too easy, and boring too.”

Hoseok:

“Not this again,” Jimin groaned as he walked into the dressing room to find you and Hobi laid out on the sofa. “Is there ever a second when the two of you aren’t kissing?”

Your head nodded as you moved away slightly from Hobi, “we’re not kissing right now,” you teased, watching on as Jimin’s eyes rolled, unable to look across in your direction.

“I’m just getting my phone and quickly leaving.”

Hobi couldn’t help but scoff as Jimin rushed around the room, “don’t leave on our account,” he joked, but Jimin was gone.

“I think the boys might kill us one day,” you laughed, “you said that they were all busy rehearsing.”

Hobi nodded in reply to you, “I thought that they were, but seeing Jimin’s face then was pretty funny, you can’t lie.”

“I think the boys must think that all the two of us do these days is kiss,” you smirked, moving back towards him again, “I’ve lost count of how many times they’ve interrupted.”

A shrug of the shoulders came from Hobi, “I’m definitely not complaining if that’s what they think.”

“We do other things too, not just kiss.”

Namjoon:

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Namjoon asked as he sat down beside you, noticing your teary eyes as a single tear sat in the corner of your eye, threatening to spill at any moment.”

You smiled weakly back across at Namjoon, not wanting to give him any reason to worry. “Nothing’s wrong, I’m alright,” you told him, only for his head to shake, unable to believe you.

“I can tell that something is going on with you.”

Your head shook as his continued to do the same, “what makes you think that something’s up?” You asked him intriguingly.

“You always kiss me when I come home,” he smiled, “but you haven’t done that to me today.”

An ironic laugh escaped from you, “are my kisses really the way that you tell whether I’m feeling alright or not Joon?”

“You kiss me so often, if you don’t, it’s always a sign that’s something’s up,” he told you, “so, are you going to tell me what’s going on so that I can help you out?”

Your hand came up to wipe underneath your eyes, “are you sure that you’ve got the time?”

“Of course, I want to help however I can.”

Jimin:

“Don’t you ever get bored of kissing me?” Jimin enquired as your hand came underneath his chin and brought his head around so that you could press a kiss against his lips.

Your head shook in reply to him, allowing your smile to grow. “How could someone ever tire of kissing you?” You asked him in reply, “I like kisses anyway, but kissing you is a bonus.”

“I’ve never been kissed so much in my life.”

Your eyebrows raised as he spoke, “I can stop kissing you if you want,” you joked, watching his head shake rapidly in panic.

“I’m never letting you do that,” he promised, “if anything, I think I want for you to kiss me more.”

Your own eyebrows raised in reply to Jimin, “if I had it my way, you’d never get anything done because I’d kiss you all the time.”

“You know, I would quite like that,” Jimin smugly smiled, “if there’s one thing that I could wish for more than anything else in the world, it’s constant kisses from you.”

A soft chuckle came from you, “what would you tell everyone at work when you fail to show?”

“I’d just say that I’ve got a better offer.”

Taehyung:

“You can’t work all night long,” Taehyung whispered across to you as he continued to place kiss after kiss along your jawline, slowly wearing you down into listening to what he had to say.

A sigh came from you as you kept looking at your laptop screen. “You can’t kiss me into stopping work Tae, not when I’ve still got so much that I need to get done for my assignment.”

“Your assignment will still be there tomorrow.”

Your eyes rolled as he kissed you a little bit harder, “why are you doing this to me? You know how much of a weakness all of this is for me.”

“Because I’m looking after you,” he smiled, “making you see that you’re working too hard on this.”

Your head shook as Taehyung began to pull your chair back, still kissing you. “I can’t concentrate when you’re kissing me.”

“Then it looks like my plan is working then,” he whispered into your ear, “come sit on the sofa for a little while? Let me look after you after how hard you’ve worked.”

Your eyes glanced up to look at him, “are you going to keep kissing me if I agree to join you?”

“I promise that I won’t stop for a moment.”

Jungkook:

“You have to let me breathe at some point,” Jungkook laughed as you continued to peck against his lips, refusing to step back for even a second as muffled laughter escaped from him.

You moved your head back, watching on as he let go of a deep breath. “You know you can breathe through your nose, right?” You teased, watching as his eyes rolled back at you.

“I’ve never known someone kiss as much as you.”

The corners of your smile turned up immediately, “who can blame me? Look at how adorable you are, who wouldn’t want to constantly kiss you Kook.”

“That is very understandable,” he joked, “I can definitely see why you find me so irresistible.”

Your hand hit gently against his chest as he stepped forward this time and kissed you. “You’re impossible,” you told him.

“Maybe that’s why you love me so much,” he continued to tease, pulling you back towards him again, “can we go back to what we were doing again now?”

Your head nodded in reply to him, “you’re not going to complain that it’s too much again, are you?”

“No way, I can’t get enough of your kisses.”

—

Masterlist

Jin:

As the crowds disappeared, you and your family stayed where you were sat, hanging around until finally Jin appeared. “What did you guys all think of the show?” He asked everyone.

“I’ve never seen a show like it,” your dad confidently told him.

Your mum quickly pulled Jin into a hug, “I can’t believe my son in law is such a superstar.”

You muttered an apology to him as your mum squeezed him tightly. “If you’re wondering, she absolutely loved the show.”

Jin nodded with a chuckle as he wrapped his arms around her too, “that’s all that I wanted from tonight, for you guys to all enjoy yourself,” he told every member of your family.”

Your dad patted against his back too, “you were incredible, better than I could have ever expected you to be.”

“Thank you,” Jin smiled in reply to him, relieved that the show had gone done well.

Once he had finished greeting everyone else, he finally made his way across to you. “And what did you think of the show?”

“I think you were as amazing as you always are.”

Yoongi:

The smile on your mum’s face as soon as Yoongi showed you where you’d all be for their show that night. “It’s nice and out of the way so that you won’t get disturbed by anyone.”

“The view of the stage is amazing,” your dad quickly noted.

A chuckle came from you as he sat down in his seat, “are the seats good enough for you?”

Everyone’s heads all nodded in reply to Yoongi straight away. “I just want to see the show now,” your mum encouraged.

Your smile was soft as Yoongi looked across to you, relieved to see your head nodding back at him too. “I think everyone’s looking forward to seeing you perform for the very first time.”

Yoongi’s smile was weak as you spoke, “I really hope that I don’t mess up, there’s plenty of pressure with you all watching.”

“Just pretend like we’re not here,” your mum suggested, trying to make him feel better.

Your dad hummed in agreement with her, “is that why we’re sat over here so that you can’t see us as you’re performing?”

“That might have had a little bit to do with it.”

Hoseok:

A chuckle came from you as Hobi cut off mid rap, stopping in his tracks as he spotted you in the crowd. “Look,” you yelled out to him, pointing down the rest of your row of seats.

“Oh,” he gulped, recognising many of the faces just beside you.

You could tell straight away that he was panicking. “You’re doing really well,” you yelled.

As your family began to spot Hobi, he felt his heart racing more and more. “Hobi, are you good?” Jin asked, passing him by.

Hobi’s hand nervously stretched out, pointing what he had seen out to Jin. “I had no idea that they were here?” Hobi stuttered, “I was acting like a right idiot earlier on in the show.”

Jin threw his arm over Hobi’s shoulders, “they’ve all got smiles on their faces so you can’t be doing that badly.”

“I’m scared to mess up,” Hobi admitted, knowing that everyone was still watching.

Jin’s head shook back at him, “it’s obvious that they like you, that’s why they’re here. Just keep doing you and they’ll love it.”

“You’re right, I’ve just got to carry on now.”

Namjoon:

The moment that your family caught Namjoon’s eyes he started waving, chuckling to himself. “Mum, look,” you told her, nudging her side so that she could see that Namjoon had found you.

“There he is,” she excitedly grinned, waving back to Namjoon.

He took a couple of steps closer towards your family, “are you enjoying it?” He asked.

No one else knew what he was saying, trying their best to read Namjoon’s lips through the loud screams around them.

Their eyes all looked to you for a little bit of help. “He’s asking if you’re enjoying the show,” you told them as everyone turned back to the stage and all nodded their heads in reply to Namjoon.

His smile widened as soon as he saw the positive response that he got from your family, taking a couple of steps back.

“How can he hear us?” Your mum asked, barely able to even hear you next to her.

You wrapped your arm around her to pull her towards you, “we’ve perfect lipreading to talk to each other at loud shows.”

“You two really think of everything together.”

Jimin:

Your eyes looked behind you as you felt a hand tapping against your shoulder. “You never told us that he could dance like this,” your mum told you, pointing up at Jimin on the stage.

“He’s showing off,” you shouted over the crowd noise.

Her eyes widened as you spoke, “I thought you said that he didn’t know that we were here.”

“He spotted you ages ago, but you were too busy dancing,” you informed, “haven’t you noticed he’s just on this side of the arena now.”

Your mum’s eyes widened even more as she realised that Jimin hadn’t moved from their eyeline. “Why is he trying to impress us? Doesn’t he know how great we all think he is.”

Your head nodded in reply to her, “he just wants to make sure that you know how good of a dancer he is tonight mum.”

“He’s not just good, he’s amazing,” she complimented with a proud smile too.

Your smile was relieved to hear how much she was enjoying watching Jimin. “You’ll have to get him to teach you something one day.”

“No way, I could never do what he does Y/N.”

Taehyung:

As soon as the song came to an end, Taehyung came down off of the stage, walking across to where you and your family were. “Are you guys having fun?” He asked, moving his mic away.

“This place is amazing,” your mum told him quickly.

Your dad nodded in agreement with her, “I can’t hear myself think, but it’s great Taehyung.”

“You should see them dancing,” you added, smiling across at Taehyung, “I played them a few of your songs on the way here to familiarise them.”

His heart raced as your parents both shyly looked away. “I’ll make sure that I keep an eye out for some of those moves during the next set of songs,” he promised your family.

A chuckle came from you as your mum’s head shook, “I’m nowhere as good as what you’re doing up on that stage.”

“Do you want to come up?” Taehyung joked, offering his hand out for her to take.

She jokingly leaned over the barrier and nudged him away, “you don’t want your embarrassing in law dancing up on that stage with you.”

“There’s nothing embarrassing about dancing Y/M/N.”

Jungkook:

As Jungkook failed to pay attention to what was being said to him, Jimin walked across and waved his hand in front of his face. “Are you not listening?” Jimin joked with him.

“Yeah, I was talking to you,” Taehyung called out.

Jimin looked across at Jungkook in confusion, “have you forgotten that you’re on stage?”

“Sorry,” Jungkook laughed, looking away from the crowd and across the stage to where Taehyung was. “I just spotted my in laws in the crowd.”

The noise in the arena immediately lifted as the other boys tried to spot you and your family too. “Where are they?” Jin laughed, covering the light with his hand over his eyes.

Jungkook pointed across to where you were all stood, with Yoongi walking over. “Are you enjoying the show?” He asked your family.

“They’re nodding,” Jin called out into his microphone as everyone nodded in reply.

The smile on Jungkook’s face turned up as soon as he saw that they were enjoying themselves. “I’m paying attention again, I promise.”

“Focus, we’ve still got half a show to do.”

—

Masterlist

Jin:

A cheer came from Jin as he scrolled through your phone, stopping you from scrolling through his phone as you tried to find an embarrassing photo.

“Can I look through the album called Jin? Does that have some photos of me in?” He enquired.

“How have you found that album?” You sighed, narrowing your eyes as Jin turned your phone around to show you what he’d found.

“I was just looking for photos.”

Your head hung low as Jin clicked on the album and started to look through it, “just look through it and try not to let it go to your head that I’ve got an album of photos for you.”

“My ego is loving this,” Jin declared.

A scoff came from you as you tried your best to look back through his phone for a photo. “Just pretend you didn’t see it.”

Jin’s head shook at your request, “I am never forgetting that I found this album, when people tell me that I’m punching, I can tell them that I’m not the one with a dedicated album.”

“You’re enjoying this too much.”

“I am absolutely loving it.”

Yoongi:

You stopped what you were doing as soon as you heard Yoongi speak, glancing back to see his eyes looking down at what you were doing on your phone.

“What are you doing? Why have you got an album called Yoongi?” He asked you, slightly uncertain.

“Just moving a few photos,” you told him, not giving too much away, but Yoongi quickly pieced together what you were up to.

“Moving photos to my album?”

Your head nodded slowly as the corners of Yoongi’s smile quickly turned up. “I like to keep my photos tidy, and I’ve got thousands of photos in my phone just of you.”

“An album just for me,” Yoongi sniggered.

Your eyes rolled at how excited he seemed, “it’s not that big of a deal,” you quickly tried to tell him, but Yoongi’s head shook.

His hand reached across so that he could click on the album, “why don’t you show me some of the photos that you have? I can delete some of the photos that I don’t like of me.”

“All of them are nice Yoongi.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

Hoseok:

As a laugh came from Hobi, your eyes darted across to see what it was that had caught his attention whilst he scrolled through his phone to pass the time.

“A woman here has seven albums on her phone dedicated to her boyfriend,” he scoffed in disbelief.

“Really? I only have one,” you hummed under your breath, only realising how loud you had been when Hobi’s eyes widened.

“You have an album just for me?”

You nodded back at him, confused as to what his thoughts on it were as his expression remained blank. “I like to have one to keep photos tidy, but seven is a bit extreme.”

“Are you sure it’s just one?” He teased you.

Your hand reached back to take your phone out of your pocket, “I’m not sad enough to have seven albums dedicated to you.”

The smile on Hobi’s face quickly turned up, “if you had seven albums, I’d be asking you some questions. Come on, let me see some of the photos that you’ve got saved in yours.”

“It’s just the one though.”

“One is the perfect number.”

Namjoon:

Your head nodded as Namjoon asked if he could take a look at the photo that he had taken on your phone, keen to see how it had turned out to post.

“Which album do I need to click on?” Namjoon called out, looking through your albums in confusion.

“I’ll do it,” you panicked, reaching across to try and take your phone from Namjoon, but his eyes had already found what you wanted to hide.

“Is this an album called Namjoon?”

Your head nodded nervously as Namjoon looked across to you in surprise. “I made it some time ago so that I had all of the pictures that I have of you in one place,” you explained.

“There’s no need to be shy,” Namjoon encouraged.

You smiled weakly as he clicked on the album and started looking through. “Most of these photos you had no idea I’d taken.”

A chuckle came from him as he remembered some of the things that he was doing in a few of the photos. “I can’t believe you have an album for me, I should make one for you in my phone.”

“Joon, you don’t have to.”

“I do because I want to.”

Jimin:

You shyly looked down as Jimin found your album in your phone just for him, placing your phone back in your lap and grabbing his phone out of his back pocket.

“I do the same,” he suddenly told you, scrolling through his phone to try and find what he wanted.

“You have one saved for me?” You asked in surprise, looking through the album that Jimin showed you that he had on his phone.

“I like it when I go on the road?”

Your eyes widened as Jimin glanced across at you, “I have my album for when you’re on the road too,” you sniggered, throwing your head back at how similar you both were.

“I guess we must miss each other,” he smiled.

Your head nodded straight away in reply, “I’ve looked through this album so much when I’ve not been able to talk to you.”

Jimin nodded in agreement as he carried on scrolling with a wide smile on his face. “I look at this album constantly, the boys have threatened to limit the time that I spend looking at it.”

“Are you really that bad?”

“Of course, I miss you a lot.”

Taehyung:

Your eyes rolled as Taehyung continued to tapping on your phone to tease you, not paying attention to what he was doing until he looked down at the screen.

“What’s this?” Taehyung laughed as he noticed whilst winding you up, he’d opened up your photos.

“What are you doing?” You asked, peering past Taehyung’s shoulder to see that he had opened up the album that you had just for him.

“Is this an album just about me?”

Your eyes didn’t quite know where to look as Taehyung’s stared across at you. “It might be,” you whispered, knowing that he was smirking without even needing to look.

“Do you love me that much?” He joked.

Once again your eyes rolled, hating how smug Taehyung sounded. “I just did it to make life easier for me, that’s the only reason.”

Taehyung’s head shook, spotting you trying your best to control your smile. “You did it to make life easier because you love looking at the face of the person you love much more easily.”

“Can we change the subject?”

“I’m just getting started Y/N.”

Jungkook:

You stopped scrolling as a hand came down to tap against your phone, scrolling back up slightly as Jungkook thought that he spotted something interesting.

“What was that album called?” He asked you, sensing that he had noticed what he thought he had.

“What album?” You enquired as Jungkook found what it was that he was looking for, tapping against the album and seeing exactly what it was.

“You’ve got an album called Jungkook.”

You shyly nodded back across at Jungkook as he began to scroll through some of the photos. “I thought I’d save them there so that I always have them in one place.”

“How did I never know this?” He chuckled.

Your shoulders shrugged in reply, “I guess it was just one of those things that I didn’t tell you, I thought it was embarrassing.”

Jungkook’s head shook if anything he found your album completely adorable. “I really like it; do you mind showing me through a few of the photos that you’ve got taken of me?”

“You can’t laugh though.”

“I promise I won’t laugh.”

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Masterlist

Summary:It’s not often you stumble upon a handsome tied up man in your parking lot in the dead of the night. What adventures this mysterious stranger is going to embark you on?

Genre: mafia!Yoongi, angst, humor, a tiny tiny hint of fluff

Warnings:Strong language, violence, blood and injuries, mentions of abuse and torture, tragic backstory, snarky Yoongi

A.N: Black Crow is finally here!! I’m so excited for you guys to read it! I’ll go on a hiatus for about two weeks but I’ll be back, don’t worry! I already have a new story idea I’m excited about!! Please tell me what you thought of Black Crow, I love interacting with you guys!!

Word count: 14K

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10:43 pm

It’s pitch black when you step out through the big glass doors of your office complex and the only way you manage to put a foot in front of the other without falling on your face is thanks to your flashlight on your phone. Everyone is already gone by now, and you should be as well but your boss had asked you to stay later tonight, because that fucker isn’t able to prepare a powerpoint by himself. Fucking boomers and their inability to use a computer. You huff in frustration as your heels click on the ground. You try to readjust your tight skirt by pulling at the edge. You hate this office with a passion, from your boss to his abject dress code. You absolutely despise having to dress in a tighter than normal grey skirt along with dark pantyhoses and a white blouse just for him to ogle you and your female coworkers. Your scalp hurts from having to pull your hair in a tight bun everyday.

Your heels are so fucking painful after a day of working, your boss making a point of having you run around the open space for different files that he strangely doesn’t need merely five minutes after asking you for them. You are not his assistant either, so you shouldn’t have to do anything for his fat ass but he holds your career in his hands, promising you the position you aspired towards for the past year without ever committing to his word. You huff again as you try to find your car in the dark, holding your phone between your shoulder and your cheek while you rummage in your purse to find your keys. Your office’s neighborhood isn’t exactly unsafe at night but you’d rather be home as fast as possible.

Admittedly, no one’s waiting for you there, except your bed and a comfy pair of pants, but you still sigh in contentment when you find the button to open your car. You get in in a hurry, throwing your bag across on the passenger seat and starting the car up. You already feel more relaxed in your car, removing your painful heels to drive. Your ankles are covered in blisters for sure and the tight fabric of your pantyhose pressing against the tender skin makes you grit your teeth. You drive home in a hurry, certainly not very safely but you don’t seem to care tonight, still fueled on the rage you piled up inside you today.

It’s definitely not your dream job, but a writer’s salary doesn’t pay the bills, at least not yours. And it’s not that bad; Sure you hate everyone in this office but the work in itself is okay, and the paycheck is worth the trouble. It’s thanks to that that you are two steps from owning your apartment in the center of the city, currently reimbursing your loan from the bank. It’s also why you need that new position; Bigger responsibilities but a bigger paycheck and flexible hours, perfect for an aspiring writer. Most importantly, you’ll don’t have to do anything for your asshole of a boss anymore.

You park in your parking spot down your building complex, calming down as you retrieve your keys from the ignition. You sigh. Sometimes you think you let the rage of your job consume you because it masks the loneliness overflowing from you everytime you come back home. You shouldn’t feel that way; you are the one who decided to move thousands of miles away from your parents. You are the country girl who decided to flee her small town to settle in the big city. You are not the only one, most of your friends moved as well, but not to the capital and sometimes you feel really alone. Even if you live in an over crowded city you can’t seem to find people to talk to other than a therapist.

You sigh as you slip your uncomfortable heels back on, stepping out of your car with your bag. You don’t notice at first the grunts and sounds of straining as you close your door and lock the car, but when you do you still instantly. Your eyes scan all around you while you strain your ears to find the origin of the noise. It sounds like a man is struggling against something, huffing and puffing in frustration.

The parking lot is empty and dimly lit, which is not unusual at this time of the night. You grab your phone tightly in your hand. The screen reads 11:07 pm before you tap on the emergency button. You don’t call the cops yet, but you feel a bit more reassured now that they are only a phone call away. You tentatively step closer to the trunk of your car towards the sound, steadying your breathing to be as silent as you can. Surely the person making the sound has already heard you arriving in your car and knows you are here but the fear gnawing your stomach keeps you from thinking straight. You forget about your painful heels, the rage of the day and your loneliness to focus entirely on the sounds . You can tell the man is still struggling, grunts and curse words alike becoming louder.

The deep voice spits a “Fuck!” and a car two rows away from yours sways lightly as if someone pushed against it. Having finally located the source of the sound you approach the car slowly, only stopping when you are close enough to determine what’s happening. A man is sitted against the back door of said car, head turned to look at his hands behind his back while struggling so that you can only see his raven hair. From the rope tied around his shoulders, you gather that his hands must be tied up as well and that he must be trying, with no success thus far, to break free.

He doesn’t seem to have noticed you yet, and you take advantage of that to figure out what the hell you are supposed to do in this situation. You could call the cops, leave him in their hands and he’ll be fine. Or you could try to free him from his bonds, there’s no need to get the police involved if it’s only a bad prank gone wrong. You glance at the chains around his neck; a silver skull is on the biggest of them and you can’t help but gulp. He could be dangerous… Like a gang member? Who else wears chains and skulls nowadays? Or he could be in danger, you realize as you notice a big dark stain on his khaki shirt. Wait, is that blood?

You let out an involuntary squeak as the stain seems to get even bigger. Your eyes widen when you realize how much you fucked up and you bring your hands to your mouth as if it would silence you but it’s too late. At the sound the man snaps his head in your direction, his grey eyes instantly finding yours. His brows are furrowed in both frustration and surprise, making him look intimidating. What shocks you the most though is the huge scar coming from his forehead to his cheekbone. You can’t help but take a step back, your hands falling to your sides, revealing your gaping mouth.

His eyes scour you and his eyebrows relax when he seems to understand that you pose no threat to him, but he still doesn’t talk. He gets up from where he was sitting, using the car behind him for support, gritting his teeth together in effort. You take another step back and your rear meets the car behind you. He looks much more intimidating now; he isn’t particularly tall nor is he very broad but his stance makes him terrifying. Your instincts are screaming at you to run away, that he is dangerous, but it’s like you are glued in place, unable to move. It’s only when he winces in pain again, surely from the wound on his side that you regain your ability to form coherent thoughts.

He is tied up and wounded; The man’s not a lot of a threat for you right now. A kick in his groin and you should be able to get home without a problem. You gulp before breaking the silence.

“You are wounded… It looks bad” is all you can muster tentatively. Silence.

Wow, that was lame, you internally cringe. He simply cocks an eyebrow and a smirk appears on his lips.

“Yeah, no shit”

You stammer and you feel your face heat up. Unable to find a witty comeback, you just huff, crossing your arms on your chest.

“Look, you need help or not?” you say simply but that is enough to wipe the smirk off his lips. It’s his turn to huff before looking away from you and you wonder how he could seem so intimidating earlier. He turns around, not without difficulty, facing away from you in an incredible demonstration of trust, displaying his tied up hands and you warily step towards him.

“Don’t try anything, I have a taser in my purse,” you bluff, eyeing the ropes currently cutting into his chafed wrists. The ropes are bloodied and you question how long he was trying to break free for. His shoulders move up and down as he laughs.

“I’ll be good,” he says, his voice filled with sarcasm. You roll your eyes. He is way too sassy for someone presently tied up.

You start to tug at his binds, trying to find the knot to let him free. He grunts as you put pressure on the damaged skin of his wrists. You look up from his wrist to look at him. He is turned but you can see his strained face in the car window’s reflection. Now that you can see him from a closer perspective, he looks abnormally livid, eyes unfocused and panting. He looks like he’s about to pass out, you note. Wait, he is passing out! You barely have the time to catch him before one of his knees falters.

“Hey hey hey- Dude? Are you okay?” you ask, voice full with concern. He mumbles, quite clearly unable to talk. “Fuck” you curse under your breath. You’ll deal with the rope later, you need to treat his wound. You grab his shoulder, trying to get him to lean on you and you start to walk to your apartment complex. He doesn’t even try to complain, and you are grateful; It’s already too difficult to carry his weight in your flimsy heels, especially without a good grasp on him. The ropes around him make it difficult for you to hold him steady, and he almost fell a few times when you tried to get a better grip.

Your perfect bun is ruined by the time you reach the elevator, and you are panting from the effort. Who’d have thought having to drag a semi conscious man across a fucking parking lot would be so difficult? The elevator ride provides you with a break, and you simply keep him against the wall while you catch your breath. His face is lolling forward, chin pressed against his chest. He still looks white as a sheet and you start to worry. Was it really a good idea to bring him home? You are capable of treating wounds, that’s not the problem, but if his wound is too deep or if he needs a blood transfusion you won’t be able to do anything.

“Shit, I should’ve brought you to the hospital,” you say, mainly to yourself as you stare at the elevator’s mirror.

“NO!” he shouts, making your head snap to look at him, alarmed. He managed to lift his head to look at you, his grey eyes burning with a fiery determination. “No hospital,” he repeats, and you nod at him, disconcerted. He calms after your nod, his head sinking back down to his chest.

Entering your apartment was a challenge; You had to hold the black haired man against the wall with your side while you searched your purse for your keys. He almost fell when you found them and forgot to press into him against the wall to open the door. Thankfully for him you realised your mistake early enough, dropping both your keys and bag to keep him from crashing on the wooden floor. You are also grateful none of your neighbours decided to take a midnight stroll, or they would have seen you pressing a tied up and passed out man against the wall with your body while desperately trying to open the door. Hardly something you want to be remembered by.

You plop the unconscious man on the couch unceremoniously, forgetting for a second his wound. You wince when you realise your mistake, but thankfully the man is too out of it to make one of his snarky comments. You retrieve your first aid kit from the bathroom and take advantage of his state to treat his wound. It is not too deep so you are able to patch it up without having to stitch him up. You’ve never been so happy to have a nurse as a mother, having learned most of your healing skills from her. You conclude, relieved, that his passing out is mostly due to the shock rather than excessive blood loss, since he didn’t seem to have a concussion when he talked to you. Adrenaline must have kept him in a conscious state of mind until he realized you didn’t mean any harm.

You cut through the rope with a kitchen knife, taking the opportunity to inspect him for any more injuries. You treat his wrists with an antiseptic cream before bandaging them. He is not otherwise severely harmed, though he does sport some nasty bruises on his –surprisingly toned– chest. What the fuck happened to him?

You sit back on the ground, facing him, when you finally finish your check-up. His breathing is steady and he seems to have regained a splash of color on his face. You take the opportunity to take a better look at him. His features are sharp though he does have a cute button nose and cute pink lips. You shake your head to chase those thoughts. What is wrong with you, checking out a passed out man?

You check for his temperature before sighing. You are incredibly tired, the day was already exhausting as it is, nevermind with this sudden encounter. You decide against putting away the kitchen knife, instead taking it with you to your room. You are nice, not stupid, and though you don’t feel in danger anymore, you are not the one to take unnecessary risks.

It’s already well past midnight when you go to sleep, knife under your pillow. You hope your guest on the couch will wake up early as you need to be up early tomorrow for your job. You’d like him to be gone as soon as possible, men like this only mean trouble. Sure you’d like to know a bit more about him, like how did he wind up in your parking lot at 11pm tied up and injured. But you know the saying, ‘curiosity killed the cat’, and you value your comfortable life too much to put it in jeopardy for a man’s backstory. Who knows what could happen?

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You wake up late the next morning. After a quick shower and almost falling flat on your ass trying to get dressed as fast as possible, you sprint out your room into the living room. The couch is empty and you smile to yourself. He’s gone. Good. It’s one less thing for you to worry about so you dart through the door, trying to make it in time before getting chewed out by your boss for arriving 3 minutes late.

You manage to sit at your desk one minute before the start of your shift and you sigh. Here we go again, another day of having to deal with dumbasses. Despite the fact that you woke up late, the rest of the day proves to be quite good. Instead of being his usual manipulative asshole self, your boss decides to ask you in his office to talk about your well deserved promotion, and tells you that an interview is set for you tomorrow in order to decide whether or not you should get the job. You spend the rest of the day on cloud nine, excastic to finally see your hard work rewarded.

You rush home after another hard day of work, sleep deprived and craving the comfort of your covers. It seems however that fate has other plans for you, you realise when you open the door to fall on last night’s guest. He was still here. Shit. He is comfortably seated on your couch, feet on the table while he’s watching TV. Eyes wide, you drop your bag on the floor.

“What the fuck are you still doing here?! I thought you were gone!” you shout at him. He nonchalantly eyes you up and down, smirking at your crestfallen expression.

“You locked me in this morning,” he answers simply. “I couldn’t open the door to get out.”

The way he pronounces these words without a care in the world leads you to believe he mustn’t have tried really hard to get out. You bring your hands to rub your face, feeling anger building up within you. Who does he think he is?

“You have a nice place,” he says gesturing around him with his hand. “Also, you shouldn’t keep a knife under your pillow, it’s dangerous,” he adds, brows furrowed in fake concern.

“You went in my room?!” you ask, clearly fuming. The nerve of this guy!

“Of course, I had to make sure I couldn’t find another exit”, he says, as if it was obvious. This guy is seriously getting on your last nerve, and you grit your teeth, trying to avoid exploding in his face. He seems to pick up on your aggravated state and his face becomes serious. He lifts his feet from the table, standing up to move closer to face you.

“Thank you for last night. I owe you a lot”

He bows slightly and it’s like your anger evaporates, making way for your curiosity to take over.

“Yeah about that… What happened to you last night?” His face hardens instantly and his whole body stiffens. He seems to ponder what to say for a while, obviously not quite ready to let you in on the situation.

“I can’t tell you–”

“I think you owe me that much” you retort, interrupting his refusal. He huffs and thinks for a bit more time.

“You’re right. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. I had… uh…  Some troubles… With a gang”

By the way he forces the words out of his mouth, you figure this is the most you’ll get out of him right now. It does make sense in a way, and you are now glad you could help him. You hum in acknowledgment and he seems relieved to know you won’t ask anymore questions. It’s his business anyway, and you already know enough.

“I figure that you need to lay low for a while, wrong?” you sigh, passing by him to go to the kitchen. He looks surprised but quickly regains his composure. He hums positively, still not quite sure where this is going. “It’s late, you can stay tonight as well if you want.” 

You don’t know why you are saying this. Inviting a stranger to stay for one more night? Are you going nuts? Are you really that lonely that you would invite someone –whom you met in sketchy circumstances, let’s not forget– to spend the night with you? His response cuts the little voice in your head nagging at you.

“That’d be good, yes” and you turn to meet his eyes. His face is still serious but you can discern a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“I’m Y/l/n Y/n by the way”

“Min Yoongi”

“Nice to meet you, Yoongi. Tonight’s menu is take out,” you say, turning to face him completely, leaning on the counter behind you.

“I’m fine with that,” he says with a playful smile and you don’t fail to notice the glimmer of amusement in his eyes. Did you say something funny?

You brush it off, instead focusing on ordering chicken fried rice and dumplings from your favorite chinese place in the neighborhood on your phone. Yoongi returns to focus on the TV while you order, and you take advantage of this to observe him. At first glance, he looks fairly nonchalant, without a care in the world, but the more you examine him, you notice the slight movements of his eyes whenever you make a sound. He doesn’t look uneasy, more like generally careful of you. In fact, it looks like he chose to sit where he could monitor you without you catching him, sitting at a certain angle so he doesn’t have to turn his head to watch you.

You gulp, suddenly feeling more on edge than before. Now that you see it, he seems more controlled than you would think, as though the very way he sits is meticulous; as if to convey that he is non-threatening to you, while still being able to act if need be. You can’t help but feel he might have downplayed his troubles, that type of behaviour does not match with a small lowlife’s who would just have “some troubles with a gang”. No, he knows what he’s doing, and has known from the very beginning, purposefully using sarcasm to break the tension and get you to help him. You don’t think he manipulated you into bringing him home though, that man was too passed out to manage that feat.

You grab the counter to ground you. Realising you just welcomed someone that appears to be dangerous and manipulative into your own home is not a great feeling. If Yoongi has noticed your sudden tenseness, he doesn’t let it show. He’ll be gone by tomorrow, you remind yourself, trying to calm your pounding heart. You feel like a prey stuck with a wolf in sheep’s disguise. But you are no damsel in distress, you’ll be just fine if you stay wary. Keep your guard up while not letting him know you figured him out. Guess you’ll be sleeping with a knife under your pillow tonight as well.

The rest of the night continues on fairly pleasantly. You do most of the talking during the night, telling him stories about your awful boss and your dream job. Yoongi is actually good company, listening to you with a smile, though you still feel that he contains himself. You purposefully avoid talking about his past or his job, not wanting to make a wrong move and anger him. The less you know the better. The atmosphere between the two of you is still somewhat tense, and you all but jump when the doorbell rings, announcing your dinner’s arrival.

He does seem to relax once his stomach full, even going as far to flash you a gummy smile when you lose balance and the empty take out boxes come crashing onto the ground. Granted, he was laughing at your clumsiness but you had a good time nonetheless.

“I need to be up early tomorrow, I should hit the sack,” you say while throwing out the take out boxes. “I’ll leave at 7:30 so you’ll have to leave at that time too”, you add and he hums in understanding.

You bid him goodnight before entering your room and as you are pushing the door a small “Thank you, Y/n” escapes his lips. You turn around and return his small smile. Is it just you or did this one seem sincere?

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You don’t wake up sleep deprived this time around. In fact, you feel better than you have in a while. Is this the effect of having company for once? You scoff at your own thoughts before preparing yourself for the day. No, it’s of course because of your near new job interview. Yoongi is up and ready when you step out of your room to get your coffee, his wet hair sticking to his face.

“You want one?”, you ask him, pointing at the coffee machine. He nods and thanks you when you hand him a coffee. This morning feels a little awkward, you note. You are not quite sure what to say in this situation, and apparently neither is he because the both of you are just staring at each other while sipping your coffees, waiting for the other to say something. You also note the contrast between you too; him, wearing worn out grey jeans and an oversized khaki bomber jacket, and you, wearing a tight black skirt, an assorted suit jacket and an ironed white blouse. Once done with your coffee, you slip your uncomfortable heels and the both of you step out into the elevator.

It is finally time for you to separate when you step out on the street. You turn to face him, suddenly feeling embarrassed. What to say? You are relieved when he starts talking first.

“Thank you for letting me stay, Y/n, I owe you one”, he says with a small smile.

“Well, two if we’re honest”, you answer with a smirk. He looks at you amused. You take a glance at your watch. “Alright, I should go, or I’ll be late for my interview. Goodbye, Min Yoongi”. You wave at him. You fail to notice the men coming up from behind him. You should have, you have never seen them before, and them sporting black clothes and heavy gold chains would have stuck with you. Yoongi does notice the ones coming from behind you though, his eyes widening. It’s far too late however, and he cannot reach you before he is grabbed from the back. You scream when you feel two pairs of hands on each side of you, maintaining you in place. Yoongi is trying to fight off his assailants but he is quickly overpowered, knocked out by a nasty blow to his temple. For your credit, your struggling gave them a hard time trying to contain you as well, scratching and kicking in every direction, but a hit in the face is enough to finally calm you, rendering you unconscious.

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You wake up face down in the trunk of a car. You can tell by the sound of the engine as well as the smell of gasoline. Your head hurts and you are disoriented. Everything is dark and you are cramped up in a tiny space, something soft under you. The haze surrounding your mind lifts instantaneously when you remember what happened before you blacked out. You struggle when you find out your hands and feet are tied up, but still at once when the soft thing under you releases an ‘ooomph’ sound.

“Yoongi?!”, you shriek. You immediately regret speaking so loud, cursing under your breath. Just because you can’t hear them in the car doesn’t mean they can’t hear you.

“Yeah..” he responds, voice strained, obviously in pain from the elbow you lodged in his ribs as you tried to move around.

“What the fuck is going on?”, you whisper-shout, anger boiling in your veins. You knew that man was trouble but you invited him in anyway. This is what you get when you don’t listen to your instincts. You hear him sigh above your head.

“Remember the gang I told you about?” he says tentatively, knowing you are only inches away from exploding. “Well, I killed their leader and they are not very happy with me right now.”

You can’t believe what you are hearing.

“And that’s ‘some troubles’ for you?! What the fuck, Yoongi?!”

“That’s really all that you take away from what I just said?”, he retorts in disbelief.

No, it’s really not. But right now, the fact that you are acquaintances with a murderer is the least of your worries. “Fuck”, you utter, hitting your head softly on his chest. The fear mixing with anger inside you makes it difficult for you to think. How are you going to get out of this mess?

“You seem awfully calm for someone who’s just been kidnapped, Yoongi”, you say against his chest, your head still a bit dizzy from the hit you’ve received from your kidnappers.

“This is not my first rodeo, sweetheart”

You scoff at his nonchalant response, but it somehow reassures you a bit. At least you are not alone.

“So, what’s your fucking plan to get us out of here then, cowboy?”, you ask, expecting a brilliant plan to get the both of you out of harm’s way unscathed and-

“I don’t know yet”

Were you drinking anything, you would’ve spat your drink in his face in disbelief. But you are not, so you decide to head butt him in the chest instead. Hard.

“Ow, what the fuck?”, he whisper-shouts, obviously surprised by your sudden violence.

“You got me in this mess dude, now you get me out of it!”

You are seeing red. Even in this kind of situation he isn’t serious, driving you crazy with his nonchalant responses. He is going to get me killed, you think to yourself.

“I’ve escaped once from them, I can do it again. They are not exactly the brightest bunch”, he says, and you feel him shift under you. “The sole fact that they took you with me is proof. Would you turn on your back please, darling?”

Though you don’t understand why, you comply without a complaint. The man is supposed to be used to this, now’s not the time to ask questions. You twist on your back with difficulty, not without purposefully elbowing him in the stomach once again, disguising it as an accident when he starts to curse you out. As soon as you are in position, you feel his hands feeling around their way to yours, reaching your binds in no time. You can’t help but shriek when the cold blade of what you guess is a knife touches your forearm.

“First rule of kidnapping, darling, always check the belt”, he explains while cutting through the rope attaching your wrists together with dexterity. You are free in less time that you need to say it, rubbing your chafed wrists in disbelief. You are impressed to say the least, and quite relieved to have underestimated your kidnappee buddy. He hands you the knife.

“Alright, now I need you to free our feet. With you on top of me like that I can’t do it”

You start to shift in the small space trying to bend in order to reach your feet, feeling as you go. You’ve never been the most flexible but you don’t pay mind to the pain in your lower back as you start to cut through the rope around his feet, a weird feeling of deja vu settling in the back of your mind.

“Wait… Is that MY kitchen knife?!”, you ask in an ushered yet still incredulous voice, recognizing the grip of the knife in your hands.

“Of course it is”, he says as if it was obvious. “Did you seriously think that I, a hit-man searched for by the most dangerous gang of the country, would leave anywhere unarmed?”, he adds after hearing your disbelieving scoff. His feet are free now and you start to cut through your binds.

“The most dangerous- What?! I thought you said they weren’t the brightest bunch?!”, you reply, incredulous, stopping to cut for a second.

“Well yes, I killed the brains of the gang”, he says matter-of-factly. “You done with the knife? Give it to me.”

You hand him back the knife, your ankles now free of the restraints. The car is still moving, and you start to wonder what Yoongi is planning to do. Best course of action would probably be to wait for the car to stop and the kidnappers to open the trunk, taking them by surprise.

This doesn’t seem to be what Yoongi has in mind however, as you feel him start to rip off the carpet on the floor of the trunk. Your eyes widen but you try to move over to the front part of the trunk, letting him space to go on his rampage on the carpet. Has he gone mad? Is this how you die?

“What the fuck are you doing?”, you ask him through gritted teeth. Now’s not the time to attract attention.

“I’m looking for the trunk release cable” he says flatly, obviously focused on his task.

“Huh?”

“It should be… Right about… Here!” He pulls on something at once and the trunk suddenly opens. Your eyes hurt from the abrupt surge of light and you shield your eyes. The car starts to sway dangerously, the kidnappers obviously as surprised as you are to see the trunk pop open. Your eyes don’t have the time to accommodate before Yoongi yanks you by your hand, making you crash in his chest, before jumping, effectively throwing the both of you out of the trunk onto the road. Thankfully, Yoongi had the presence of mind to jump at an angle, making you tumble into the sidewalk instead of underneath the wheels of the car behind yours.

You barely have time to register what just happened before Yoongi pulls you by the hand again. Everything hurts and you are not quite sure what just happened, but you follow suit, running after him. You discard the only heel left on your feet after your little acrobatic feat in order to be able to run properly on the sidewalk. You don’t even pay mind to the incredulous glares the two of you gather. Oh what a sight you must be, running barefoot in the streets, cheeks, hands and knees wounded, your clothes a mess and your previously done up hair flowing in the wind. There are not many people around, making it easy for you to run, but easy for your kidnappers to find you. The car must have stopped a few moments after the trunk popped open because men are running after you, screaming.

Yoongi makes a sudden turn in a narrow and dark alleyway. You want to ask him where he is leading you but you are too breathless to even say a word. You don’t know how long you’ll be able to keep going like that, especially since your feet are starting to hurt from the gravel and the shards of glass covering the alleyway. You keep on running anyway, somehow convinced that the man running in front of you knows what he’s doing.

The sound of a gunshot rings right next to your ears, the bullet embedding itself on the wall alongside you. You shriek as the sound brings you back to earth, and you start to run even faster, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Yoongi doesn’t even flinch, continuing to run, brows furrowed and eyes trained in front of him. You make a second abrupt turn, leading even deeper in the maze of alleyways of your city. This part of the town is known to be the headquarters of the criminal activity, so it’s no wonder you are completely lost here whereas Yoongi expertly proceeds through, leading you to an unknown place.

The deeper you sink in the maze, the more people you meet, and the more scared you become. Everything is so foreign and dangerous to you, and you grip tighter on Yoongi’s hand as he pushes through the mob. It might be a bit stereotypical but these people all look too intimidating to you, especially since you are running away from men who just tried to kill you. You should thank them really, since they help you escape, unbeknownst to them. The alleys are larger now, though still very dark, and your nose catches whiffs of grilled meat and other delicacies as you run past the shady food stands. You are a bit overwhelmed as you progress through the crowd; Your heart is beating in your ears and your mind is racing, unable to entirely make sense of what you are experiencing.

Yoongi yanks on your hand once again, beckoning you to turn in yet another alley. This one is distinctly smaller and emptier than the former, and Yoongi stops abruptly in front of a back door, letting go of your hand to pound on the dirty metal door. His pounding is insistent and for the first time he looks nervous, eyeing where you just came from warily. The door doesn’t seem to want to open despite his persistence and he starts to curse. Behind him, you are quite literally trembling with anxiety. Your heart is throbbing in your chest and you only just realise your cheeks are wet with tears. Have you been crying the whole time?

“Fuck Jin, open the god damn door!”, Yoongi shouts, fist thumping against the metal, startling you from your thoughts. The door finally rattles and opens to reveal a tall yawning man. His brows are furrowed in discontent and you can tell he is going to chew Yoongi out before stopping crestfallen upon seeing his state. He doesn’t even notice you at first, too preoccupied for his friend to cast you a glance.

“Took you long enough” Yoongi grumbles, quickly grabbing your wrist and pulling you inside after him, pushing past his friend who is still staring at him, mouth open wide. The latter sighs before closing the door without a word and following you. The doorway leads to a small living room with a kitchen in the corner lit up by a yellow light bulb. Yoongi lets go of your hand to sink on the couch, and you stay still, not quite sure what to do while Jin settles on the armchair on the opposite side.

Jin looks fairly angry, his eyebrows furrowed and his tired brown eyes shooting daggers at Yoongi. He passes a hand through his black hair, exposing his forehead. He is obviously waiting for Yoongi to explain, his plump lips pressed in a tight line when he realises his friend isn’t going to say anything.

“What the hell are you doing here and what happened to you?” is the first thing he says, concern not well hidden under the apparent annoyance in his tone. He turns his head to you and he shoots you a concerned look. “And who is she?”

Normally, you would have clapped back that she has a name and that if he wanted to know anything about you he could ask directly, but you are too shocked to say anything, still unable to register what is happening right now. He must sense what state you are in because he walks to the kitchen and offers you a drink. You accept it wordlessly, staring blankly at him and then at the glass.

“Well apparently, Wolf’s Fang did not appreciate me killing their leader and tried to kidnap me. Twice”, Yoongi replies with his usual nonchalance. You are happy to note that you are not the only one it drives crazy, judging by the look on Jin’s face.

“Wolf’s Fa- Yoongi, I told you not to approach them, they are trouble,” he says, jaws clenched in obvious annoyance as his friend shrugs. He sighs and turns to you. You can tell he is trying hard to conceal his anger, though the furiousness of his eyes betrays him. “You don’t look so good, sweetheart, you should go to the bathroom”, he tells you, pointing at a corridor. He doesn’t need to pry, you are happy to get away from the tension in the room, making your way towards said corridor.

The bathroom is small, covered in tile. You lock yourself in, slashing your face with cold water, eager for the haze surrounding your mind to leave. You might have a small concussion from your earlier acrobatic feat, along with the mild marks of road burns on the side of your head. You can still hear the argument in the living room between the two men, and you cut the flow of water to listen to the ushered voices.

“-I told you it was the worst idea you’ve ever had, I can’t believe you did it anyway”

“What was I supposed to do, Jin, let them get away with it?”

“It was twenty years ago Yoongi-”

“They killed my parents, I don’t really think there’s a ‘best before’ date on revenge.”

“That is not what I meant and you know it. Just because you are used to killing people doesn’t mean you can take on everyone, Yoongi. They were too dangerous for you but you still went away and killed their leader. I told you to wait and build a team but no, you couldn’t fucking wait, could you? I shouldn’t have told you.”

“It was MY revenge Hyung-”

“That’s why you involved the girl?” Your brows furrow, and you sit on the toilet seat, eager to know what they are going to say about you. Yoongi takes a second before answering, his voice calmer and you have to strain your ears to hear him.

“No. That- That was a mistake. She found me the first time I escaped and she helped me.”

“And that’s how you repay her, by implicating her in your shit?”

“No, I- I just wasn’t careful enough. I didn’t mean for her to get caught up in this.”

“Awww, little Black Crow didn’t want her to get caught in this” Jin retorts sarcastically. “Well guess what, fucker, because of you she’s going to have to hide from one of the biggest gangs in the damn city! I don’t even care that you bring ME into this mess, but you just had to involve an innocent person. I thought you despised that.”

“I fucking hate it!”, Yoongi shouts. “But it’s too late to change anything about that, isn’t it Hyung?”

You rise from your seat, having heard enough. You don’t want them to fight because of you, and you’re afraid you’ve spent much more time in the bathroom than appropriate. Having finally regained your senses, you feel the strain your chase has on your body; your muscles ache and your feet are bloody, shards of glass and tiny pieces of gravel embedded in your skin. You tiptoe back into the living, jaw clenched from the pain, trying to avoid putting too much weight on your feet as well as bloodying the floor. They both fall quiet when you appear through the opening of the corridor, eyeing you with concern.

You can easily guess what is going on in their heads. You are still very pale, and you seem weak, eyes still a bit unfocused as you lean on the wall for support. they must wonder how much you’ve heard, and how much of a problem you are going to be to them. You are a witness and you know what Yoongi does for a living - ha, puns- and though it hasn’t crossed your mind to call the police on them, they don’t know that. Finally, you still have a gang trying to snag you, and you don’t know just how much information your kidnappers have on you. They could try to use you as bait, thinking Yoongi must be attached to you in some way.

In conclusion, this is a mess. You’ve missed both work and your interview this morning and people are bound to ask questions about your whereabouts. You’ve always been the most diligent in terms of work, never taking a day off or arriving more than 10 minutes late. You obviously don’t have your phone or your wallet on you right now, having lost everything when you were kidnapped, and trying to go back to your apartment right now, without your keys on top of that, seems fruitless.

“How are you feeling?”, Jin asks, breaking the uncomfortable silence that settled in the room.

“Still a bit light-headed. I might have a minor concussion… I think. Also I need a first aid kit, if you have one please?”

“Sure, I’ll get you that. Sit down.”

You settle on the other side of the couch as Jin exits the room from the corridor. Yoongi hasn’t said anything yet but you can see hints of concern in his eyes. Similarly to you, his already scarred cheek and his hands are bruised because of the fall from the car, though he doesn’t seem to have hit his head -which isn’t surprising since, unlike you, he was expecting the impact. He moves closer to you on the couch to take your hands in his, observing the wounds on the back of your hands.

You are slightly taken aback but don’t say anything, an unexpected blush creeping on your cheeks. He seems too focused on your hands to notice your tenseness, and you are glad. What the hell is wrong with you? It must be the concussion, making your cheeks heat up, because it certainly can’t be the way his soft hands delicately hold yours- No! What is going on in this brain of yours?

“Are your feet okay?” he asks suddenly, and you squeak in surprise as his grey eyes find yours. He doesn’t comment on your reaction, and you are happy to not receive one of his snarky remarks.

“Not really, that’s why I asked for the first aid ki- Whoa, what are you doing?!”, you shriek when he grabs your legs to prop them on the couch. He sits at the end of the couch, grimacing as he takes in the poor state of the bottom of your feet.

“There’s gravel in there, I’ll have to clean it up–”, he starts.

“No- No, you don’t have to do that, I’ll do it myself,” you interrupt, slightly panicked. To be completely honest, you don’t really trust him to do any good. The man doesn’t exactly save lives, he takes them, and he doesn’t really strike you as the healer type. You think you are saved when Jin comes back and hands you the first aid kit, one of his eyebrows raising in a silent question as he reads the anxiousness on your face. Unfortunately for you, Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind your nervousness, simply snatching the kit from your hands and putting himself to work.

Turns out you were nervous for -mostly- nothing. Yoongi actually has a steady hand, and he removes all gravel and shards of glass in an instant and rather unpainfully. He does however make the mistake of spraying antiseptic directly in your wounds, which hurts like hell. He apologizes profusely, obviously distraught by your unexpected blood curdling scream while Jin laughs freely at his startled face. As he finishes bandaging your feet and Jin brings you hotel slippers to wear for the night. They are way too big for your feet but actually quite comfortable so you accept them with a smile.

You are set to stay low in Jin’s place for the day. It would be too dangerous to leave today according to both Yoongi and Jin, and the both of them decide that you would leave during the night.

“It’s at that time that the alleys are the more crowded,” explained Jin, “the less attention you draw, the better”. That is a kind of logic you can get behind, especially since you can barely walk - let alone run if anything goes wrong.

Yoongi advises you to sleep when he notices your eyes getting droopy, and he leads you to a bedroom. You sink on the bed in exhaustion, your body suddenly refusing to carry you anymore. You feel sleep enveloping you as Yoongi starts to leave the bedroom.

“What’s going to happen after we leave?” you ask sleepily, barely keeping your eyes open. The question stops him dead in his tracks, and he turns to face you, a serious look on his face. He ponders for a little while before answering you.

“I’ll bring you to my place and we’ll find a way for you to go back to your life,” he responds, eyes earnest and you hum sleepily in acknowledgement. Satisfied with the answer, you let yourself slip into an easy sleep.

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You wake up a few hours later, with an empty stomach but an already clearer head. It takes you a minute to remember exactly what happened to you and where you are, feeling dejected when you realise it wasn’t just a very realistic nightmare. It’s all his fault, you realize. Your life was going well before you decided to help Yoongi - well, before you were manipulated into helping him is more correct. Even if you despise your job because of your boss, you still enjoy your little routine. Working during the week to pay off your loan, writing during the weekend or enjoying your free time. Sure you were alone most of the time and you longed to meet new people, you still liked your quiet life. It was all supposed to come together today once you’d get that promotion, but no, that had to be ruined for you. One thing is certain: once all of this is over, you don’t want to ever hear from Min Yoongi again.

You decide to limp to the living room, the rumbling of your stomach prompting you to seek sustenance. Both Jin and Yoongi are in the living room, Yoongi sleeping on the couch while Jin is busy on the phone looking out the window near the kitchen. His brows are furrowed and he looks deep in thought, making you reconsider asking him for food right now. He doesn’t seem to have noticed you entering the room and sitting on the armchair, and you take advantage of this to stare at him in tranquillity.

It makes no doubt for you now that Jin is also a very dangerous man. If his earlier behaviour wasn’t particularly intimidating in any way, the man barking at the phone in front of you  exudes a deadly aura. He is quite obviously trying to resolve the mess his younger friend put himself -and you- into, calling multiple people and furiously scribbling on a notepad on the counter in between calls. He seems to know exactly who to contact, calling people back to back, until he slams his phone on the table, sighing in exasperation. He takes his head in his hands and sighs again.

“Jin?” you ask tentatively, and Jin’s head snaps in your direction. His dark eyes immediately find yours, and you gulp, intimidated by his intense glare. When he realises it’s just you, his features soften and you feel yourself being able to breathe again.

“Do you have something I could eat?” you ask after he beckons you to speak with a hum. He nods, making his way to the cupboards. He rummages through them and you settle on a stool behind the counter. Jin doesn’t look satisfied as he pulls out a cup of instant ramen and he shoots you an apologetic smile. “Ramen is fine,” you assure him, feeling too hungry to fuss over the quality of the meal. It actually reminds you of your student days, living off ramen, coffee and the sheer will of escaping your parent’s house. Granted this is not how you envisioned your future, running away from a gang with your new friend Yoongi the murderer, but you longed for adventure, right?

Well it’s not like you have much of a choice anyway, you remind yourself as Jin sets the meager meal in front of you. You must pull a crestfallen grimace because Jin laughs at you and you dive in, eager to hide the embarrassment creeping on your cheeks at his windshield wiper laugh.

“Who were you calling?” you ask with a mouth full, keen to change the focus on him rather than you. He rests his elbows on the counter across from you and he tries to find his words.

“People who could help resolve the situation,” he answers simply.

“Right… ‘Resolve’” you say with a sarcastic smile. The only way to ‘resolve’ the situation, as Jin says, is surely to take out the gang altogether. It is obviously weak at the moment because of the loss of their boss, and it’s the best time to strike.

“We need to ensure your security - that is, unless you believe you can do it alone?” he retorts, raising one of his eyebrows in defiance. You scoff at his smirk.

“Of course not.” You pause. “Thank you for helping me,” you add earnestly after a second.

“Don’t thank me, thank Yoongi. He’s the one who asked me to help you. Apparently he owes you”, he says dismissively, returning to the kitchen to throw away your no empty ramen cup. You swallow with difficulty. Of course he’s only doing that because he owes you, what did you expect? Both of those men are hardened criminals, though you don’t exactly know what Jin dwelves in. It would be foolish of you to think that neither of them is protecting you out of the goodness of their hearts. They are not as naive and generous as you are, and Yoongi could easily have left you to die had you not saved him earlier.

No wait… This is because of him that you are in this mess, of course he has to fix this situation!

“Anyways,” Jin adds as he comes back to face you, “Yoongi is going to bring you to a safer location and then he - along with my team - is going to sort this mess out. And then you’ll be good to go, as if this never happened.”

He emphasizes his last words with a dark fixed gaze on you. You gulp at his sudden change of demeanor from casual to threatening. You know exactly what he means by that; You’ll have to keep quiet about what happened, or else. You nod a bit too eagerly, suddenly intimidated by him. This seems to please him however, and he smiles at you, obviously content that you understand the true meaning of his words.

You spend the next hour or so abstently watching TV from the armchair while waiting, Yoongi still happily slumbering on the couch. There isn’t much more to do than wait, and you are bored out of your wits by the time Jin decides Yoongi slept too much and hits him with a rolled up magazine to wake him up.

“What the- What was that for?!” Yoongi indignantly asks, rubbing his head, his still sleepy eyes shooting daggers at the elder.

“It’s time for you to move” is all he says before he leaves the room, not even paying attention to the string of curses Yoongi sends flying his way. You chuckle at his indignation and he shoots you a dark look, amusing you even further. He sighs before chuckling too and he rises from the couch to stretch his limbs. Jin comes back to the living room with a backpack he chucks at Yoongi. The latter catches it effortlessly before sitting back on the couch to rummage through it, taking out a gun and observing it, checking the magazine in a swift motion.

“You might need that,” Jin says, leaning back against the kitchen counter and Yoongi thanks him. You eye warrily the weapon; You can’t say you feel particularly reassured with this. You’ve never been one to like firearms, and the sole fact that you were shot at earlier today reinforces your apprehension. Yoongi seems to sense your tenseness and he hands you your kitchen knife. You look at him questioningly.

“It might be too early for you to use a gun, let’s stick with things you know for now,” he explains with a knowing smile. For now. You can see Jin’s eyebrows furrow in the corner of your eyes but you don’t comment on his choice of words, merely nodding in understanding. There’s also a pair of grey sneakers in the bag, which Yoongi throws your way. They are too big for your feet but this is the best you are going to get so you don’t complain. You are now set to leave and Yoongi beckons you to follow him through the corridor. There’s a back door that you hadn’t noticed after the door leading to the bedroom.

Yoongi reaches to open the door and stops, taking a look at you. You are opening your mouth to ask him what’s wrong when he suddenly removes his jacket to throw it around your shoulders.

“You’ll attract too much attention otherwise” he says, and he slips through the door. You follow him into the alleyways, clutching his jacket to cover you more, hiding the knife in your hands under it.

The alleys, much like Jin explained, are more crowded than when you arrived. You are significantly less scared than before, focusing on following the man in front of you instead of observing the people around you. Yoongi is leading you through the crowd, eyes scanning the mob looking for potential threats. Jin had advised you to leave separately but it just wasn’t possible for you to navigate through this maze alone, and you are grateful to be with Yoongi right now.

People don’t seem to pay much attention to either of you and you are able to reach an underground parking lot safely. Yoongi had made sure you weren’t followed before reaching for keys in the bag. He presses the button and the lights of a car a few rows from where you are flare up. Yoongi grabs your hand and leads the both of you to the black car, letting you get seated on the passenger side before unceremoniously throwing the bag on the back seat.

The car is surprisingly nice, a black Mercedes with tan leather seats. You squeak in surprise when Yoongi makes the engine roar as you are attaching your seat belt. You don’t even have the time to say anything before he slams the acceleration pedal, leaving the parking spot like a mad man. You grip the armrest in a futile attempt to feel safer, not quite at ease with Yoongi’s aggressive driving.

You can tell he is a good driver, expertly avoiding the few other cars as he speeds down the highway, but you can’t help your heart from pounding in your chest. You’ve never been this fast on the road, and the happy glimmer in Yoongi’s eyes everytime he goes faster doesn’t exactly reassure you.

The only positive aspect with him driving this fast is that you quickly arrive at the destination. You are surrounded by tall glass buildings, and you furrow your brows. This can’t be where Yoongi lives, can it? It doesn’t make sense. Yoongi parks the car in another underground parking structure, and you step out of the car with wobbly legs and a confused expression plastered on your face. You don’t even have time to ask the first of the thousands of questions swarming your mind right now before Yoongi makes his way towards an elevator.

Unlike you, he seems perfectly at ease as he waits for the elevator, even smirking at your bemused face. The ding of the elevator makes you step out of your thoughts and you start to stammer as you follow Yoongi inside. He presses the button going to the 37th level.

“You- You live here?!” you ask, incredulous as the elevator starts its ascension. He shoots you another smirk, his eyes playful.

“What, you think I kill for the sole pleasure of it? Of course not, I’m not a monster, Y/n.”

“I- I don’t–”

“Hitman is a relatively high paying job, I’ll have you know,” Yoongi explains in fake seriousness, obviously reveling on your confused state of mind. You raise one of your eyebrows in defiance at his words, eyeing him up and down as if to prove a point. He isn’t exactly dressed as someone who makes a lot of money. He scoffs at your attitude, and he crosses his arms on his chest.

“Hey! I like these clothes!” he says in indignation and you roll your eyes at him. The elevator stops and the both of you step out of it. “Anyway, nobody knows about this place so we’ll be safe here,” he says while walking to a door at the end of a corridor.

“Nobody?” you ask as he opens the door.

“Not even Jin. It’s a safe measure. I don’t know where he lives either. No one in the gang does. That way, if someone gets caught, they won’t be able to tell where the others are.”

He opens the door and enters his apartment. You take a second to look around you. His apartment is big and modern. The walls are painted white, contrasting with his dark furniture. In the back of the apartment is a huge window, providing an incredible view of the city. But the view is unable to distract you from the many questions swirling in your mind; How many people has he had to kill in order to pay for a place like this? The place you were at just earlier wasn’t Jin’s home? The gang? What is going on? Yoongi must notice your confusion – maybe because you are still on the doorstep, staring around with a gaping mouth – because he sighs and starts to explain further.

“We were not at Jin’s. It’s one of our safe places all over the city. There’s always at least one member there, and this time it was Jin’s shift and I knew he was going to be there,” he starts explaining.

“Wait wait- You are in a gang?!” you exclaim, eyes wide. The more you think you know about Yoongi the more lost you get. It wasn’t bad enough that he is an assassin, he’s also part of a gang?

“Would you please come in before shouting those kinds of things?” he retorts through gritted teeth, ushering you inside and closing the door. You sink down on the leather couch and stare in the void, still not quite able to process everything. You should have seen it coming if you are really honest, but it seems that you find yourself to be in an even bigger mess than you thought everytime Yoongi tries to explain himself.

“Yes, I’m in a gang. I’m an assassin. Jin is the leader’s right-hand man. More than that he is my friend,” he says, eyeing you warrily and holding his hands up in a defensive stance, as if scared you’ll explode. If anything, you should be the one to be scared, you think to yourself, especially since you can’t understand why he would say that. Perhaps it’s because you are aware of what would happen to you, would you ever try to say anything to anyone. Not that anyone would believe your story anyway, or that you would risk telling anything to anyone. You shudder when you remember Jin’s hidden warning. Yoongi lowers his hands as you seem to have calmed down and he sits across from you on a leather armchair.

“I talked with Jin about taking down Wolf’s Fang. I’ll leave tomorrow to deal with that with other members of the gang. Then you’ll go back to your life”, he explains nonchalantly. For some unknown reason, his last words set you ablaze with rage.

“What life, Yoongi? You ruined that, remember?” you spit at him harshly, rising from your seat. He looks completely taken aback by your sudden outburst. You had made sure not to let show how much you resent him for dragging you in this situation; You needed him to fix everything, and shouting at him that it’s all his fault surely wouldn’t help your plans at all. But you snap because of his nonchalant attitude. He destroyed your chances at getting your promotion, having to go no-contact. He put you at risk of getting kidnapped and then shot, even though he knew he was himself in danger.

“Aren’t you an assassin, aren’t you part of a gang? Didn’t you know you would put me in danger with you?” you shout at him, pointing at him aggressively to emphasize your words.

“I didn’t mean–” he starts, but you interrupt him. Anger is bubbling inside you and you can’t contain it anymore.

“You knew you were putting me in danger but you stayed anyway!”

“You were the one who said I could lay low at yours!” he retorts, rising from his seat. You scoff at his irrelevant argument and he immediately cringes at his poor wording.

“I didn’t know you were an assassin and a gang member! I would’ve thought twice about letting you come into my life if I knew I’d get kidnapped!” you spit, your jaw clenched in anger.

“I didn’t want this!”

“Well I sure hope so!”, you scoff, hands rising in the air in disbelief. “But what did you seriously expect, huh?” You try to chase away the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. Now is not the time to cry.

“I know I should’ve left you!” he starts in anger but his voice breaks and he looks away. You look at him in confusion. You are not used to seeing vulnerability in him. Granted you don’t really know him but this feels out of character for him. “I just- I didn’t want to be alone,” he says, voice pregnant with emotion. You are taken aback by his sudden openness, brows furrowed and mouth gaping in confusion. He still doesn’t look at you, and you don’t manage to say anything, too lost to be able to utter a word.

He passes a hand through his black hair and sighs loudly. The both of you are standing awkwardly, you staring at him and him making a point of avoiding your eyes. You can tell he’s waiting for you to say something, anything, but you are left utterly speechless. He scoffs darkly before walking towards the back of the room to a kitchen.

“Anyway, you’ll be safe tomorrow, and you’ll be able to leave.”

Yoongi exits the room and you are left alone with your thoughts.

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You decide to sit on the floor in front of the big windows, enjoying the unending view. It must be one in the morning, and the streets are empty, apart from the odd car driving down the road every once in a while. The sight is calming, as you see the few lights still lit up in the night. Your apartment is not exactly downtown so you don’t have a view as nice as this one. Everything is so silent, so still. You know exactly why you are staring so intensely at the view, trying to chase any thought of Yoongi.

You are definitely calmer now but you don’t want to think about him, trying to bottle up any emotion deep down. You’ve never been one to have a healthy relationship with your feelings, and you are not going to start now. Most of your resentment is gone now that you finally confronted him about it, but your last exchange only left confusion. Confusion on what he was talking about, but also on why your heart squeezed so painfully when you saw him so vulnerable or when he walked away from you. You bring your knees to your chest.

In a way, you can understand where he is coming from. You let him stay and threw all care in the wind also because you were feeling lonely. Perhaps both of you were weak at that moment. Surely he should have been more careful, but you don’t blame him as much as you did before.

You hear a door open and close but you don’t move from your spot, keeping your eyes trained on the view. From the corner of your eyes, you see Yoongi sit cross legged next to you. The both of you stay in silence like that for a bit

Nightstand (Min Yoongi)

A/N: This one is angsty as fck WARNING: mentions of self harm and death…idk why I’m doing this to myself I appearently enjoy pain, so enjoy it too

“Please just don´t do anything. Someone is coming.” the guy on the other end of the line said but you were too far gone in your thoughts to identify or understand him. You put your phone next to you on the handrail you were sitting. You watched as the sun went down and the water underneath you flowed hurriedly under the bridge. Your legs dangled towards the water and you could hear people gathering behind you but it was all hazy. “Y/N?” you heared a familiar voice call your name and furrowed your brows. “Y/N?” your name was being called louder, the person closer now and you looked over your shoulder to look into those brown eyes you once loved so much. You chuckled at his sight and shook your head while looking down to your lap. “I can´t believe they sent you.” you said to yourself and were sure that he could hear it too. “Do you wanna come down?” he said and you chuckled again. “Do I look like I want to?” you said and he had to think fast what he could say next. You were too calm for his liking and panic started to set in his guts. “Can I sit next to you?” he asked and you shrugged your shoulders looking straight ahead and ignoring what was happening behind you.

Yoongi signed everone to step away and move along while nodding towards the police officers that he got it under controll. He was praying to all the gods that he actually had it under controll. Carefull he swung his legs over the railing and planted himself next to you. “You know,” you said while watching the brids fly higher and higher, “your the least person I want to see right now.” Your confession that didn´t surprise him didn´t help his panic at all. He didn´t know why Jin called him but as soon as he explained what was going on he found himself on the bridge. “Should I leave?” he asked and you shrugged your shoulders again. “You can do whatever. I don´t own this bridge.” you said and took a deep breath while letting go of the railing and he almost grabbed onto your arm, afraid that you might lean forward.”I´m not here to jump Yoongs. You can stop staring at me.” you said with closed eyes but he was still tense and ready to catch you. “Then why are you sitting here?” he asked and his pet name falling from your lips made his heart yearn for your attention. “Why do you even care? We broke up remember?” you said and those words were like dagers through his heart. “I´m tired.” you said before he could think of a response, “I´m tired of living.” you said with a sad smile on your lips and the panic got the best of him and he grabbed your wrist. Your head snapped towards him and you looked at him with an arched brow. “I´m not here to jump.” you said again seeing the look in his eyes and groaned. “Are you going to believe me if I get off the railing?” you asked and he nodded immediatly. “One can´t even enjoy the sunset anymore.” you said while swinging your legs back. As soon as you jumped off on to the bridge you found yourself in Yoongis arms, your own dangling by your side. When he noticed you not hugging him back he let you go and you realized that his hands were slightly trembling even though he looked calm. “There are easier ways to die.” you said and shrugged your shoulders, “Also I can´t do that to my Mom.” you said leaning against the railing now and crossing your arms infront of your chest. “How do you think she’d feel?” you asked watching the sky which had a light pink hue since the sun was going down. “Devestated.” Yoongi said like it was on the tip of his tongue and you chuckled. “Yeah. She’d be the only one.” you mumbled to yourself and he found himself shaking his head. This was a nightmare to him. He wanted to wake up. “Well if I did. It wouldn’t b because of any of you.” you said and turned towards the water and let your arms hang over the handrail. Yoongi stood next to you, his shoulder brushing yours lightly. You pushed him playfully with your shoulder and he relaxed a little bit seeing that you were fine…well you were okay. “It’s not your fault.” he heared you say and his head snapped towards you. “What?” he asked an a high pitched ringing appeared. “It really isn’t.” you said and Yoongi furrowed his brows because his sight was getting fuzzy.

He blinked a few times and suddenly he was in his room. In his bed, staring at the ceiling. It was really silent and it was unbearable. Especially when his mind caught up on what just happened. He looked over to his night stand to see your picture smiling back at him and a sudden sobb escaped his throat and he shut his eyes again, covering them with his arm. He wanted to sleep again, he wanted to see you, hear you again. Another sobb escaped his lips and it didn’t take him long to be full on crying. His painfull cries became so loud that his bandmates came in and he was embraced in a big hug by his leader. “I saw her.” Yoongi sobbed while Namjoon carressed Yoongis back and let him cry. “I miss her so much.” Yoongi said and his voice broke along with Namjoons heart. “I know.” Namjoon said trying to calm him down. “I know.” he said again looking at the picture of you on his nightstand.

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You could’ve been nicer {BTS} pt. 3

Part 1 /Part 2

Summary: How do the boys react when you tell them “I think you could’ve been nicer to me today”?

Jung Hoseok

You were lying next to each other bodies tangled as an aftermath of the activities you just finished. Both of you were still slightly breathing heavy. Hobi had one arm wrapped around you and brushed his fingertips gently your arm up and down. Your hand rest on his bare chest and you were tempted to tease his hardend nipple but decided to tease him other wise.

“Hoseok?” “Hm?” he answered immediatly hearing his real name fall from your lips and not any type of pet name. “What’s wrong?” he asked trying to see your face to identify how you were feeling. “I think you could’ve been nicer to me today.” you said while hiding your face because there was no way you could hide your smile. His whole body tensed up and you kind of felt bad - but also not. “Wait, what?” he asked and you could hear that he felt sorry through his voice. “Was I too rough?” he asked and blood flushed to your cheeks. When you didn’t answer he pulled away gently and cupped your face with his hand to make you look at him. “Did I hurt you?” he asked and he was seriously concerned about your well being. His eyes were looking for anytype of discomfort he might have caused you. “No you could’ve been just a little nicer.” you said and his eyes looked sad all of a sudden and this time you felt really bad.

“I’m so sorry. I thought you would tell me if anything isn’t the way you want. I’m sorry. I’ll be more carefull next time. I thought you liked it rough since you never said anything.” he apologized and suddenly his eyes went wide. “Was I too rough the whole time? Did I hurt you this whole time?” he said and his voice sounded a few octaves higher feom shock. “Oh baby no!” you backtracked immediately as you saw that your prank backfired. “I was joking. I was just joking.” you ensured him but he shook his head. “No, you need to tell me stuff like this. You can’t keep it to yourself just because you think my feelings will get hurt. Your safety is more important than…”

“Hoseok it was a joke! I pranked you!” you interrupted him and pressed your palm against his mouth to make him shut up. “I was just trying to get a reaction out of you. It’s a trend that’s going around.” you explained and leaned down to his ear,”I love it when you take me rough and ruthless all night long.” you purred and your hot breath against his ear gave him goosebumps. Suddenly he flipped you over and was hovering over you. “I’ll show you rough and ruthless.”

Park Jimin

Jimin came into the living room after he changed into something comfy and let himself fall right onto the couch next to you. He laid his head in your lap and you brushed your fingers through his hair. “Min.” you called him and he opened his eyes. “I feel like you could’ve been nicer to me today.” you said and he let out a tired chuckle. “What do you mean?” he asked and closed his eyes again. “Just that you could’ve been nicer.” you said and he turned onto his back and opened his eyes to look up at you. “Babe I haven’t seen you in a week. Let alone today. I literally came home two hours ago.” he explained and tried to understand what you were getting at. “How could I have been not nice?” he asked and was about to blow your cover but you suddenly forgot about the prank. “You’re right. I almost never see you. There is no time for nice things.” you said under your breath and your sudden change in mood made him sit up and look at you. “Hey.” he said to grab your attention and you looked at him. You chuckled sadly and shook your head. “Nevermind. I was trying to prank you but it kind of backfired. Forget about it. You’re tired. You should rest.” you said and patted your legs to signal him to lay back down.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked and you sighed. “No! No, of course not.” you said and took his hand into yours. “I just missed you. And you rubbing in that you’re almost never around didn’t make it better.” you explained and he chuckled while wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close to him. “You accused me of not being nice.” he said and kissed the top of your head. You poked his tummy and he laughed. “It was supposed to be funny.” you said now realizing that it was just stupid. “It’s funny now.” he laughed and you rolled your eyes. “Shut up.” you pouted and he tightened his hug while you felt his chest vibrate from his laughter.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

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

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“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.

Nineteen | jjk (m.) | Chapter 1

do you remember? the heat of summer? you said forever.

pairing:fuckboy!jk × reader

genre:college!au, fwb!au, angst, smut

rating:18+

warnings:public fingering, use of the word slut. Jungkook is a real asshole here. manipulation, hickeys.

wordcount:2k

a/n:finally. it’s here. after so much anticipation, nineteen is here!!!! this chapter is short but i promise the next chapters are gonna be longer. shits bout to gown down bitches. also, the last part after summer 2019, guess where that is from?

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To say you were not surprised would be an understatement. You’ve known him for two years and in these two years you’ve known a lot. But you couldn’t say it didn’t hurt. It did. It hurt a lot. Everytime you saw him going around the campus, the girls in him arms parading around, showing everyone they won “the heartthrob”. 

Everyone knew Jungkook was the biggest fuckboy on campus. But that didn’t stop anyone from wanting to get laid by him. And that didn’t stop you from having a sour taste on your tongue. You knew you didn’t have the right to have a ‘sour taste’. Not when he wasn’t yours by any means. Even if he’s told you that he is in fact yours. 

When you felt a sting in your lower lips and the taste of iron sat on your tongue, you realized you’ve been biting your lips. A very bad habit you acquired after getting to know Jungkook. The back of your eyes stung as you turned around and excused yourself, not before letting Jungkook see you. You swear you saw his eyes glint when he saw you, but that didn’t stop him from leaning down and grazing his teeths along the ear of the girl he was with. 

“Having fun, Y/N?” Sol passed you a plastic cup, which you took with all the enthusiasm left in you. “Yeah” you chuckled humorlessly. Sol frowned at your response and then nudged you, eyes focused behind you. “Looks like someone’s looking for you." 

You turned around and your breath got stuck at your throat. He wore a black silk top paired with black jeans. Hair messy and sitting on his neck were the purple-bluish bruises that you gave him 4 hours back, when you rode him in your robe while he clicked your pictures. A smile graced your face automatically, at him or the hickeys, you didn’t know. 

He pulled you by your waist, body flush against his, as you felt your boobs press against his chest, the thin silk material of the dress you wore and his shirt not helping. "I missed you,” he murmured, “you’ve been biting your lips." 

"You saw me a few hours ago, Kook.” you said, hands pressed against his chest. “I missed my girl” he said, voice low but you could still hear him through the blaring music. 

His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, doing a double over your fresh cut as a sting shot through. He pulled your lips between his teeth and sucked on it like a baby sucking milk, all while maintaining eye contact. He left your lower lip before pulling you in for an actual kiss. His hands held your waist as he rubbed his thumbs in a circular motion. 

“I’ll see you in a bit, yeah?” he said, mouth next to your ear. Pressing a kiss on your right cheek, he left. And just like that, you forgot that he was the reason you were lying to everyone. Yourself and him included. 

“Hi babe” Yura hugged you from behind, before sitting in front of you. “Yoongi was looking for you.” you said, a knowing smile on your face as Yura’s face turned a bright shade of red. “You should just confess, you know? I mean judging by the way he’s always looking for you, man’s not gonna reject you babe." 

"You know what? Maybe I will. Yes. I will. Today.” she stated with a newfound confidence. You laughed at the way her face changed. “Yeah? While you’re at it, tell that asshole to bring me my headphones back." 

You felt your phone vibrate as you took it out of your pocket. 

kook <3: you free tonight? 

you: no. have plans :(

kook <3: oh. with? 

you: wouldn’t you like to know? 

kook <3: come on im just asking 

you: taeyeon 

kook <3: you know i can fuck you better right?

you: are you serious right now?

kook <3: you’re meeting him at night right? 

you: oh my god jungkook

kook <3: ykw? forget i asked. have fun.

You groaned lowly, rubbing your face. All you felt was rage. Who did he think he was, telling you what to do and what not to? After he walks around campus proudly knowing his reputation? After he encourages the girls who are lined up for him to be there? Maybe you should actually fuck Taeyeon. He was cute. You heard he had a big dick. So where’s the problem? 

You put on the lip gloss and checked yourself out at the mirror. The notification on your phone indicated that Taeyeon was waiting. Putting your heels on, you grabbed your keys and made your way out. 

You wore the flowy black dress that had been sitting at your closet for the longest time. Most of the times, when you’re out with Jungkook, you go with pants, jeans or shorts, knowing fully well that a dress would not help you on the back of his ducati.

"Wow” Taeyeon breathed as you walked towards him. The minute your eyes shifted from him, your eyes scrunched before your face morphed into a frown. Maybe the dress was a bad choice after all. There stood Taeyeon, on his bike. Next to him stood a couple of guys, whom you recognized were from your campus. But amongst them, you saw him. 

“Hey, I’m so sorry I forgot to inform you, but the guys wanted to go to the club. So I figured we could go there as well.” Taeyeon said, sensing your frown. You smiled and walked up to him, placing a peck on his cheek. 

From the corner of your eyes, you could see Jungkook poking his cheek with his tongue, eyes staring right back at you. “Uh, how do I get on tho?” you asked, looking at his seat. 

“Y/N can come with me.” you heard that oh, so, familiar, voice. “You have to pick up some stuff too, right Taeyeon? I don’t think Y/N can sit with all that.” he continued. 

“Yeah, he’s right. Y/N why don’t you go with him? It’d be a problem for you to sit with the stuff here.” Taeyeon said, eyes apologetic. 

“That’s fine.” you smiled sweetly at him, although you felt anything but that. 

You made your way towards Jungkook, who leaned smugly against his bike. “I guess you’re back to me afterall.” he said, the smirk not leaving his face. 

You rolled your eyes and got on his bike, legs either side with your dress scrunched up in the middle. Jungkook handed you a stole which you recognized as yours that you used to wrap around his neck when he was sick and still riding his bike. 

“Why did you bring this?” you asked, taking the stole from his hand. “Knew you’d need it." 

Before you could speak he grabbed your hands and wrapped it around his torso making you lean on him due to the high seat of his bike. A familiar feeling hit you when he revved up the engine followed by that familiar disappointment of knowing how many girls have done this. 

You really were ruining yourself. 

As the wind hit you, you felt free. You always did. Jungkook knew how much you loved the bike rides. He started taking you on them more after he learned about your love for rush and thrill. Halfway through the ride you realised that you were not on the way to the club but to a different direction. A road you knew too well.

"Where are we going?” you asked, voice loud so that he could hear you. When you didn’t hear him back you drew his name out “Jungkook." 

"Shh.” he said, holding your wrists and pulling you more towards him. 

He parked his bike next to a tree and then intertwined your fingers together. You liked to think you had Jungkook all figured out but times like these, when he acted as if you’re the only girl he looked at, as if he wasn’t fucking some other girl a few hours back, you thoughts are proven wrong. 

He wrapped his arms around your torso and rested his chin on your shoulder, your back pressed against his front as he walked you both towards the edge of the park, tiny twinkling lights of the entire city in front of you. 

“What are you doing, Kook?” you whispered , bur he hears it anyway. 

You feel his breath on your neck. “You know, I hate how you run away from me.” You could scoff at the irony, but you wouldn’t want to ruin the comfortable environment. “Why do you hate it? I’m always there.” you say lowly.

“I know, baby. So am I. Always there for you. Always will be." 

Tears welled up in your eyes but before they could spill Jungkook turned you around and pulled you in for a kiss. The tears fell anyways. Slowly dragged down. Jungkook wiped them using his thumb. 

Times like these, you wished he meant all his promises. 

He turned you around to your previous position, leaning to leave wet kisses down your neck. His hands traveled the expanse of your chest, one hand catching the hold of a breast while the other reached down to cup your sex. 

"Tsk, so wet.” his hand went further down as he pushed your panties aside and drew a long line on your wet slit. “You were gonna sit with these soaked panties behind him?” he asked lowly, voice dropping several octaves. “Answer me.”

“Y-yeah”

“Yeah?” he pinched your clit, as a loud groan left your throat. He pushed two of his finger inside, slowly scissoring them. Your hands reached up to his hair, pulling the roots and he continued to suck on your neck. “You like it?” he asked.

“Mhmm. Want mo-more.”

“Such a dirty little slut.” his finger picked up its pace as you pressed your thighs together. “For you. Just for you.” you said, voice sound nothing more than a breath. 

As you felt your climax hitting you, your body collapsed on his, as he wrapped his hand around your waist, the other one still inside your panties, fingers deep in. You both looked towards the city, wishing you could stay like this forever.

“Just for me.” he said, thumbs circling your clit as you closed your eyes, a second hit of tears coming in. 

You were maybe crying too much nowadays.

You both went back shortly after. You got down his bike, the slick feeling inside your thighs making you feel uncomfortable. He gave you a smile, bunny teeths popping out, hair messy and your underwear peeking out his back pocket. You hands reached out to fix his hair as he closed his eyes and leaned to your touch. 

“I’ll see you in a bit yeah?”

Except you didn’t. You went back to your apartment. When you scrolled through your phone, snap stories of his friends, where you saw him with some girl on his lap as she giggled. You knew you were not going to see him in a bit. You would, but that would be somewhere around 4 in the morning, when he would knock too loudly at your door, drunk. His friends would tell you he gave your address. You would usher him inside quickly, hoping not to wake the neighbours up. 

He would smell of some cheap sweet perfume, the smell would make you want to vomit. He would guide himself to your room, take out his clothes from your closet and put them on. Settle himself between your covers and then pull you on his lap. Kiss you like his life depended on it. Sneak his hands under your shirt and play with your boobs and you would sit on his lap. He would tell you how you were the only one. 

You knew it all to well. It was a routine. He was your habit just as much as you were.

You wondered how you reached this place. 

Summer 2019

“Fuck!" 

You were in the wrong building, on the wrong campus. And not only that, you were late. To your first day of uni. Sure you let yourself sleep 10mins more in the morning. But you didn’t know it was gonna result in you being late. 

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pairing:fuckboy!jk × reader

genre:college!au, fwb!au, angst, smut

synopsis:just like the moon changes it’s phases, you see jungkook change himself. but unlike the moon, you don’t see him come back to the way he was before.

rating:18+

warning:fuckboy!jk(this should be a warning.), angst. HEAVY FUCKING ANGST. lots of drama, toxic relationships, manipulation, tons of drinking and parties, drugs, toxic friendships, anxiety, panick attacks, explicit smut, everyone is an asshole. crying, throwing ups, making bad decisions, regretting said bad decisions, oc being impulsive, misunderstanding, lots of arguing and fights, physical fights. brief fluff.

— Do you remember? The heat of summer? You said forvever.

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Nineteen | jjk (m.) | teaser

pairing:fuckboy!jk × reader

genre:college!au, fwb!au, angst, smut

rating:18+

wordcount:1.3k

warning:fuckboy!jk(this should be a warning.), angst. HEAVY FUCKING ANGST. lots of drama, toxic relationships, manipulation, tons of drinking and parties, drugs, toxic friendships, anxiety, panick attacks, explicit smut, everyone is an asshole. crying, throwing ups, making bad decisions, regretting said bad decisions, oc being impulsive, misunderstanding, lots of arguing and fights, physical fights. brief fluff.

(more to be added. each chapter has individual warnings)

synopsis:just like the moon changes it’s phases, you see jungkook change himself. but unlike the moon, you don’t see him come back to the way he was before.

— Do you remember? The heat of summer? You said forvever.

“Fuck!”

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Nineteen | jjk (m.) | teaser

pairing:fuckboy!jk × reader

genre:college!au, fwb!au, angst, smut

rating:18+

wordcount:1.3k

warning:fuckboy!jk(this should be a warning.), angst. HEAVY FUCKING ANGST. lots of drama, toxic relationships, manipulation, tons of drinking and parties, drugs, toxic friendships, anxiety, panick attacks, explicit smut, everyone is an asshole. crying, throwing ups, making bad decisions, regretting said bad decisions, oc being impulsive, misunderstanding, lots of arguing and fights, physical fights. brief fluff.

(more to be added. each chapter has individual warnings)

synopsis:just like the moon changes it’s phases, you see jungkook change himself. but unlike the moon, you don’t see him come back to the way he was before.

— Do you remember? The heat of summer? You said forvever.

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“Fuck!”

You were in the wrong building, on the wrong campus. And not only that, you were late. To your first day of uni. Sure you let yourself sleep 10mins more in the morning. But you didn’t know it was gonna result in you being late. 

You scurried across the campus, trying to keep your books together. As you practically sprinted, you saw someone come your way. You tried to stop yourself, but before you knew it, you collided with what felt like a hard surface. And then a harder surface. Oh god, why was this happening?

 You squinted your eyes open, ready to brace yourself of the situation that was about to unfold. Your books scattered all around, forms lying in different directions, your bag somewhere along with the rest and in the midst was a human. 

A big human. Not a hulk sized human but definitely built and taller than you human. 

For a minute you stood there, looking at the mess in front of you. Your eyes shifted to you watch, which you hoped wasn’t cracked. 

11:26am

SHIT

You scrambled your way towards your forms, which looked like they were one minute away from flying away and bidding you goodbye. You picked them up, hurriedly, not even paying attention to the grunts that was coming from the human who was still lying on the ground. 

“Can you, maybe, help me up?” a male voice grunted. A very smooth malevoice.You did not have time for this.

“Sorry, but I’m in a hurry. Can you maybe help me collect my things?" 

"I would love to but you decided to knock my down” he said, voice sounding a little closer. 

You turned around to watch him pat the rolled up sleeves on his right arm, tattoos running all over the exposed part and getting hidden under the sleeves. 

“You look fine.” you said, then looked at his face. 

Damn

You sucked in a breath, the little action seen by him. A smirk played on his face, as he bent down to pick up your books. Keep it together, Y/N

You wordlessly turned around, gathering all the forms and your bag. “Thanks…..” you said, looking at him as he handed you your books back.

“Jungkook”

“Thanks, Jungkook." 

You looked at your watch, hoping not too much time passed between this.

11:28am

fuck. FUCK!

You widened your eyes, looking at him once, and then dashed. A breathy laugh left his mouth as he watched you run away.

The first girl, Jungkook didn’t flirt with on the first interaction

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You kind of expected the office lady to yell at you for being thirty-five minutes late. Albeit, you did explain to her how you got lost, she was definitely not having it. What you didn’t expect was for her to assign you to bring a whole bunch of paper, which you had no idea where to bring from. Yes, she did give you a name but you were sure in a campus this big, you were gonna get lost again. 

Fortunately, you met a girl on the way of you loosing your mind. When you explained to her, which she didn’t understand at first, she said she’d help you with the papers. 

"How are you joining this late?” Yura asked you.

“It was a late admission. I just came back from the States three days ago.” you struggled to keep up with the heavy stack of paper which you were now carrying back to the main office. “Why does she need so many paper?” you huffed, gesturing to the stack which you both had.

“I don’t know man.” Yura laughed. “So you’re from the States?" 

"Oh, no. I was there for a long time but I’m definitely not from the US.”

“Yeah, you look too Asian.” she deadpanned.

You smiled, ready to say I know. But before you knew, you hit a hard surface yet again. “Oh for fuck’s sake!!” you groaned.

Today was definitely not your day, you concluded. You got up, ready to yell at whoever you bumped at. “I’m so sorry!!" 

You looked up to see a blonde guy. A very pretty blonde guy. Doesn’t matter "Oh my god! Y/N, you okay?” Yura hurried towards you. “No, I’m not!” you glared at the boy who looked at you with wide eyes, before bending down to pick up the papers. 

“Oh, Hi Chim!” Yura said, finally acknowledging the guy. 

“You know him?” you kept glaring at Chim? That’s his name?

“Yeah. He’s a friend.” she said, looking between you and him. 

“Hi, I’m Jimin,” he held out his hand and that’s when you realized that you were still on the ground. You rolled your eyes but still took his hand, letting him pull you up. “Why don’t I help you girl’s carry these,” he paused to look at the paper, eyeing them in confusion, “to wherever the fuck you’re taking them.”

“Y-”

“Where are you taking them?” he interrupted, looking at you both weirdly. 

“To the main office. Don’t ask.” Yura stopped him before he could continue. 

“Okay. Main office it is.” he said, taking half from your stack and half from Yura’s. 

The three of you walked back to the office, getting scolded by the office lady again. Maybe she was having a bad day too.

“Why don’t we go to eat something?” Jimin suggested. He looked at you, “I’ll pay. Make up for all that” he gestured his hands in the air. 

“Sure.” you didn’t have the energy to argue honestly. And your stomach was growling, so why not!

“Hey guys! Meet Y/N.” Jimin yelled from a distance to a group of people. A big group. 

“They cannot hear you, dumbass” you flicked his head. 

“Ow!" 

"That’s for making me fall.” you said looking forward. 

“What were you yelling, dude?” a guy with deep voice asked, looking at you first and then Jimin. “You both are late.” he pointed at both Jimin and Yura then. 

“I was saying, Meet Y/N, guys. I knocked her down.” he said. 

A few whistling sounds were heard along with oohs. “Hey!” you exclaimed. 

“Not that knocked. Knocked as in she fell because of me. It was hilarious” he concluded earning another flick from you. 

“You fell again,huh?" 

That voice. That smooth fucking voice. You knew that voice.

"You.” you turned around, to find him on a bike. A black matte Ducati to be precise. He winked at you before continuing “Sorry Hyung, but I knocked her up first." 

You stared at him as he finished his sentence, not taking his eyes off of you once. 

"Okay,” One of them said, breaking the tension. “Let’s go. I’m hungry." 

"Jungkook, take someone with you. You have an empty seat” a short guy, with a deep voice, (what’s with them being so good-looking and having such nice voices?) pointed at him

“Where are we going?” you looked at Yura for an explanation. 

“You’ll see!” one of the guys said. “I’m Seokjin, by the way.”

“Oh, hi.” you said looking at him. “Now let’s go!” he said, grabbing a hold of your wrist and pulling you towards a car, where the others got in. 

“I think I’ll take her, hyung.” you saw Jungkook’s bike in front of you, before you saw him. “Well, suit yourself. Hold him tightly Y/N, he drives real fast.” and with that Seokjin got in the car. 

You looked at Yura and you saw something of a concern in her face before she quickly masked it with a smile. 

“Hop on, Princess.”

“You promise you won’t kill me?” you asked, holding the back of his shoulders and hoisting yourself up on his bike. “Not if it makes you hold me.” he said, head sidewards looking at you, face mere inches away from yours, as you by default leaned towards him due to the high seat.

“I didn’t catch your name, yet.” he said, hot breath fanning your lips.

“Sure you did.” you murmured.

“Yes, I did. But I wanna hear you say it." 

"Y/N." 

"Y/N.” the words rolled off his tongue smoothly, and that’s the first time you felt an ache in your chest. You weren’t sure why you felt it, but you knew it wasn’t going to be the last time.

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