requested by anonymous: Jimin + Neonsigns

Part of the anniversary drabbles!
Author: Admin E
Warning: Smut
Word Count: 1.5k

The brick wall he pushed you against felt cold against your back despite his leather jacket hugging your shoulders loosely. It didn’t bother you though, in fact, it felt nice to get some relief from the burning heat surging through your veins as he dragged his thick, plump lips over your skin. The wall only cooled you off  a tiny bit, not nearly enough to extinguish the fire burning you alive when his fingers around your hips tightened and he rolled his lower body into yours. An involuntary whimper escaped your lips before you knew it, your mind so foggy and clouded it was hard to remind yourself of where you were.

‘Jimin…’, you managed to sigh out, your arms locked around his neck as he still laved yours with his tongue, the wet muscle dancing up and down the sensitive spot beneath your ear. You felt you throat getting dry, making you repeatedly lick your lips to moisten them before you made another attempt at speaking.

‘We shouldn’t be doing this here…’, you gasped when his teeth dug into your flesh, shooting an electric shock straight to your core.

He finally pulled away so you could look at him. You were panting frantically, it took alot of energy to fight the urge to just let him take you right then and there.

He looked incredibly sinful, his lips shining wet from exploring your skin with his tongue, eyes halflidded with lust, the red neon light of the nightclub sign contouring his hair and facial features to make him look like a demon in the night. He smirked as he traced your bottom lip with his thumb.

‘You wanna get out of here then?’, his voice laced with seduction and husky from arousal.

You nodded fiercely, grabbing him by his collar and yanking him back to crash your mouth on his one more time, just to satisfy the need for his addictive lips for a moment. He fished his phone out of his backpocket before gathering the strength to separate his lips from yours.

‘I’m calling a cab. My place or yours?’, he asked while hastily calling the number of the taxi company, clearly growing more impatient with every passing second of not devouring or being devoured.

‘Don’t care, just hurry!’, you whined, shoving down the neck of his tank top to helplessly nibble and suck at his collarbones, earning you a deep groan from him as he anxiously waited for the torturous dial tone to stop and someone to pick up. He sighed in relief when he finally heard a voice on the other side of the line.

You spent the following 10 minutes, what felt like hours, waiting for the cab and trying not to tear eachother’s clothes off until the car stopped in front of the club.

You practically jumped inside, rambling off your address to the driver and getting back to eating eachother’s faces on the backseat, ignoring the judging looks the older driver threw you in the front mirror of the car. Fortunately, your place was fairly close and you arrived at your appartment 15 minutes later.

‘Thank you sir!’, you quickly threw some bills on the front seat while already in the process of climbing out of the back. ‘Keep the change!’

‘But miss, this is 10 bucks too many!’, the driver muttered in confusion.

‘Don’t worry about it!’, you yelled in your haste to leave just before you closed the door and pulled Jimin along towards your front door. You pulled out your keys and struggled to find the right one right away, the excitement making your hands tremble and your fingers clumsy.

He slammed your body against the wood, his hands groping your ass and you were afraid you weren’t even going to make it inside when he started attacking your neck again, clearly his favourite spot to take his frustrations out on.

‘You didn’t have to pay for the cab, you know, i could’ve-‘

‘Park Jimin, shut the fuck up and get inside before i’ll ride you into my front step right now.’, you growled dangerously when the right key finally turned around in the lock and you managed to open your door, accompanied by Jimin’s delighted chuckle.

What happened after that was a blur of stumbling, tugging on clothes, slamming into walls, entwined limbs, colliding teeth, messy kisses and surprised moans until you finally gave up and settled for the carpet on the floor in the living room.

‘Fuck how can anyone be this hot?’, Jimin groaned as he practically ripped your dress, too impatient to deal with the zipper properly, ‘Why is it that i just need to fuck you senseless every time i see you?’

You were too busy desperately working on his belt and unzipping his jeans to answer, this was all taking way too long for your liking. You finally managed to pull his pants down, along with his boxers, revealing his rock hard erection as it slapped against his stomach immediately. It made your mouth water, the heat burning between your legs turning into a bonfire as if someone threw in a bottle of white spirit.  

‘Jimin, fuck me!’, you yowled, your panties soaked and ruined by now. They were already good for the trash before the cab even came, but you honestly couldn’t take it anymore. You dramatically rubbed your thighs together to get some friction while Jimin still struggled to get your dress off.

‘Fuck!’, he muttered in frustration, the tugs on your zipper getting shorter, agressive and full of resentment for the small, metal thing.

You looked longingly at his hot red, hard cock, leaking precum and begging to be touched, so you decided you couldn’t wait anymore.

You lunged forward on your knees, your hands wrapping themselves around his shaft before you took the tip into your mouth. Jimin gasped in surprise, his eyes wide and his hands stilling around your zipper. You gradually took more of him inside your mouth until his tip hit the back of your throat, making his eyes roll back in his head.

‘You’re not helping!’, he moaned half frustrated, half enjoying. He squeezed his eyes shut as your tongue massaged his length, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking hard each time you went up, only to clench your throat around him when you reached down until your lips touched his base.

His hands fell limp against his sides as he gave up trying to unzip the damn dress before they tangled themselves in your hair. He threw his head back in bliss, finally giving in to the amazing pleasure of your lips girdling around his length, the various pressure of your skillful tongue sending him into nirvana.

His lewd noises and adorable whimpers got your arousal trickling down your thighs, your core aching for release as every sound he made shot through your eardrums and straight to the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t help but slide your hand down your panties, helplessly trying to relieve some of the tension building between your thighs.

You rubbed your clit vigorously, a happy moan sending vibrations through his shaft and making him shudder, until he noticed what you were doing.

‘Are you…Touching yourself?’, he rasped, the pupils in his eyes dilating until only a small outer circle of his iris was visible.

‘Mhm.’, you confirmed, mouth stuffed with dick as you were ready to take him all the way down to your throat again if you weren’t suddenly pushed down flat on your back.

‘J-Jimin?‘

‘Shh. Fuck that stupid dress, keep it on.’, he growled lowly while he shoved the fabric up around your waist and literally ripped your already ruined panties apart. ‘This will do just fine.’

He threw your legs over his shoulders, diving head first inbetween them and wasting no time licking up your juices like you were a melting popsickle, the slurping wet noises flushing your cheeks in embarrassment. His tongue darted out to find your small nub, sucking on it, gently nibbling until he had you a moaning mess underneath him, and it’s only been 10 seconds.

‘As much as i love to eat you out, i’m at my limit here.’, he groaned before crawling on top of you, his hand pumping his length a few times before guiding himself inside you.

You both moaned long and relieved, eyes rolling and mouths gaping when he filled you up to the brim.

‘Fuck…’, a shaky sigh rolling out of his mouth as he let himself get sheathed inside your hot, tight heat.

‘-ing finally.’, you added in a matching sigh, your eyes fluttering closed to savor the feeling of just being full.

‘Oh baby, we’ve only just begun.’, he smirked as he punctuated the end of his sentence with the beginning of a series of thrusts, the first roll of his hips into yours making electricity surge through your core. ‘And i’m not gonna let that dress stop me again.’

requested by anonymous: Suga + Fairytale

Part of the anniversary drabbles!
Author: Admin E
Warning: Smut
Word Count: +700

‘Are you almost done?’

‘Just a few more, stop nagging!’

‘You’ve already painted the entire field, can we go now?’

‘I’m almost done!’

Yoongi rolled his eyes in annoyance as he made himself comfortable, leaning his back against your neck and stretching his legs on the curve of your shoulder. His tiny wings fluttered a few times before he folded them on his back again. He was ready to go, but you clearly weren’t. He was getting tired of your impulsive ideas. First it was hanging out with that flying kid Pan Jimin and his own even more obnoxious fairy, Tinkerkook. Then you absolutely wanted to go swimming with the mermaids. Then you suddenly needed to paint all of the white roses you encountered red and he had to tag along all the time.

He didn’t like being in his Fairy form when he was with you, it made him feel small and unmasculine, but it was better than following you around everywhere and having to walk the whole time. He much rather took naps on your shoulder then.  

‘I wanna go home ____-.’

‘Hmm?’, you hummed distracted while focusing on getting the red paint on your brush in every little corner of the white rose, ‘Why?’

‘So i can change back to a human and punish you for dragging me along all day.’

You giggled and ruffled his hair with your pinky. ‘You’re so cute!’

Yoongi’s eyes flew open and he grabbed your pinky, not letting go of it when you tried to pull it back.

‘Yoongi, let me go. I need to finish thi-‘

A blinding light made you squeeze your eyes shut, like you were trying to look at the sun directly. Yoongi’s small figure lit up like a fireball and grew in size rapidly. Sprinkles of Fairy Dust flew everywhere, causing the field of roses to shimmer like a diamond. The beauty of it was dazzling you. And then you suddenly felt a weight on top of you as the light weakened again.

Yoongi had you pinned down to the ground, your arms above your head and his stunningly gorgeous face hovering only mere inches above yours.

‘Yoongi I-‘

‘Listen brat, you’ve had your playtime for today. It’s my turn.’, he growled before crashing his lips on yours, his hands pushing your arms upwards to stretch them even more above your head, pushing your legs open with his knee to position himself between them. You felt something hard poking against the inside of your thigh as he kept you in place. You whimpered against his soft lips when he pried your lips apart with his tongue, sliding into your mouth to start massaging yours. He moaned softly when he felt your wet muscle curling around his and you relaxed visibly, letting him take you over completely.

He stopped kissing you for a moment so you could catch your breaths again. He released one of your wrists to cradle your face gently, though his eyes were those of a hungry predator.

‘You know how frustrating it is to not get any attention? I’ve been wanting to fuck you all day but you just had to prance around everywhere doing all sorts of boring stuff. And it  certainly didn’t help sitting on your shoulder and getting the full view of your delicious, full breasts, seeing them bounce up and down when you walk, fuck…’, he groaned as he latched his lips onto the nape of your neck, where he was sleeping just a few minutes ago.

‘Yoongi…’, you whimpered when he started sucking into your skin, the electric sensations shooting through your body as he nibbled on your neck and grinded himself against your clothed clit, ‘Why didn’t you just tell me? Instead of sulking all the time-‘

‘Don’t talk back to me, you little brat.’, he growled as he bit down on your flesh, making you squeak in surprise. ‘I may be your fairy but don’t think for a second you can say and do whatever you want with me. You’re mine, not the other way around.’

His hand traveled southwards, his fingers crawling into your panties and softly stroking your sensitive little nub, wiping your mind clean of any thoughts.

‘I’ll show you who belongs to who right now.’, he whispered as he connected his lips with yours again.

A choking sound echoes from the backroom, followed by a loud clank of dishes and Seokjin doesn’t need to take a look to know it was Jungkook, knew the vampire smelt you as you approached the coffee shop and knew your scent only grew stronger when you pulled the door open and wind followed you in, wafting the lobby with the sweet smell of you. Your flowery perfume easily overrode the bitter stench of beans and Seokjin himself had the pleasure of catching a small whiff of the incredibly addicting fragrance.

Instead of making your way up to the counter, you keep your eyes glued to the shattered screen of your phone as you blindly stumble for the closest table positioned by the freshly-cleaned window.

Seokjin sighs and carefully places down the cup he was drying, drapes the cloth next to it and shoves at the swinging door to the back kitchen. He finds Jungkook standing over the coffee machines, the technology beeping loudly as every wrong button is pushed.

“Jungkook, what the hell,”

Seokjin stomps over and grabs the teenager’s wrists together, pins them against the taller boy’s chest and forces him to take a step back.

“What are you doing?”

“I need a fucking distraction Seokjin, she-“

Jungkook flinches when the hard thump of Seokjin’s finger flicks against his forehead. He frowns and rubs the spot, despite feeling no pain.

“Hey,”

“Watch your language,”

Seokjin scolds and in turn Jungkook huffs in annoyance, decides to ignore him.

“She smells like… like rain?”

Seokjin peeks at the confused boy out of the corner of his eye, watches him rip his beanie off and scratch at his head before slipping it back on.

“Is it raining outside? She smells like rain, I smell rain and flowers and, what is that; ink? Day old ink, Seokjin, what am I smelling right now?”

“Can you wait her already? She’s been sitting too long, stop looking for a useless distraction from her and just go,”

Jungkook’s eyes widen in horror.

“Be her waiter?”

“What the hell did you do to my machine?”

Seokjin taps on the top of the coffee maker and gets an angry screech in response. He takes a deep calming breath, turning to a panicking Jungkook.

“Get out of my kitchen before I beat you. Go, go,”

Jungkook was more than strong enough to resist but he lets Seokjin throw him out anyway, long legs tangling together and causing him to fall to the tiled floor behind the counter. He quickly pops up, clears his throat out of embarrassment and locates you at the front of the store. His mouth immediately goes cotton dry, mind fuzzy and chest stiff at the sight of the tight fitting dress you wore. It was midnight black and squeezed at your every curve, heeled boots the same color reaching up a few inches below the hemline, right above your knees to teasingly leave an inch or two of glowing skin to his eye.

Your legs were crossed and bouncing beneath the table and your face was nearly fully buried into the magazine clutched in your hand. His heart skips a beat and thumps against his ribcage, causing him to suck down a painful breath before forcing himself to swirl around the counter and trips over his shoes on his way over to you.

“Y-Y/n?”

He curses himself in his head multiple times for stuttering. He was with you for hours yesterday but he was finding it difficult to speak to you. Especially with the way your dress dipped so low in the front and placed your breasts on display as he stood over you. He nearly choked again when you looked up at him, your expression brightening at the familiar face.

“Jungkook? Hey!”

He smiles shyly and looks down at his red leather Nikes.

“Hi,”

The sound of you swiftly closing your magazine snaps his gaze back up. You smile brightly and prop your chin on your hand.

“What’re you doing here? Do you work here?”

“What? No, no. Seokjin-”

“Your dad’s friend,”

He tries stopping the warmth from spreading through him at the fact that you remembered.

“Yeah uh, he owns it, I was just… um… hanging… out and,”

He bites his lip and you tilt your head.

“Saw me?”

He nods sheepishly.

“Am I interrupting?”

You jump to clear your other books out of the way, gesturing towards the seat across from you.

“No! Sit, please,”

Jungkook looks around first.

“Do you want a drink? I can have Seokjin make you something,”

You purse your lips in thought before reciting a request to him. When he turns and shouts your order loudly over his shoulder, you can’t hide the giggles that leave your mouth. He spins to you again with wide eyes and the corners of his lips turn up slightly when he sees your hands over your face, shoulders shaking with your laugh. Your eyes were sparkling and he thinks he better take that offered seat now before his knees gave out on him. He slips into the chair and quickly looks out the window at the sunrise to avoid eye contact with you, follows the raindrop trails as they slide down the glass pane.

“Isn’t it supposed to be hot today?”

“Hmm,”

You gain his attention and you nod at his top; another thick sweatshirt like the day before but this time pure white and greatly oversized, looking like it belonged to his father. He wore a matching white beanie and some black torn jeans, not the typical outfit for this time in the early months of summer.

“Oh, right yeah. I just, I’m allergic… to… the sun,”

He sees fearful realization flash in your eyes for a brief second before you mask it with interest.

“Really? Wow, that must be awful,”

“It’s a burden,”

He sighs, shifting in his seat.

“Staying so covered up all the time,”

He trails off and you chew on your bottom lip, your tongue briefly making an appearance before your mouth opens. He waits for you to say something but your lips press together again, your hands slowly reaching for your magazine.

“Can I get your opinion on something?”

“Of course,”

Jungkook replies without missing a beat, sits up straighter and leans his elbows on the tables surface.

“So I’m looking for an apartment right,”

His eyes rise from the book to your face, his jaw clenching uncomfortably. A war is fought in his eyes, blue threatening to shine through but sharp nails cutting into his palms due to his clenched fists bring him back.

“Okay,”

“And I just don’t know if this is a nice enough place or not like, I’m having mixed feelings about a couple of different things,”

You flip the pages in your pamphlet until you land upon an ad for an apartment for rent in town. Many colorful pictures tagged with captions decorated the sheets and you place the book down, spin it around and slide it towards Jungkook.

“I love how spacious the living room is, the wood floors are great, the giant floor to ceiling windows leading out to the balcony are perfect too, but I feel like the walls being brick like, brings the charm down I guess?”

Jungkook looks at the picture your manicured finger was pointing towards and tilts his head.

“I think,”

You look up at him in anticipation and he takes a breath.

“Honestly, I think the brick wall brings the charm up, not down,”

“Wait, really?”

You gasp and take a second look at the photo. Jungkook hesitates, wondering if hanging out twice was enough for him to take certain actions. He goes against his brain screaming at him to hold back and carefully moves your hand so he can face the magazine towards you. Thankfully, you don’t even flinch when his cold fingers make contact with your own but the spark that passes from you to him has him yanking away all too fast.

“Look at the brick colors, they’re so light and sandy colored with the occasional dark block, plus with the flooring being that deep cherry wood, soft beige furniture, maybe almost white, would look incredible,”

When he looks up, you’re staring at him with slightly widened eyes, admiration there but so small even he couldn’t detect it.

“Are you a secret designer?”

You tentatively ask and it earns you an embarrassed chuckle and a glimpse of rose dusted cheeks.

“No, no. Seokjin’s sort of a freak about that stuff, I’ve picked up a few things,”

“I heard that,”

Jungkook and you both jump at the unexpected third party, simultaneously glancing up and sheepishly taking in Seokjin’s unamused expression.

“I didn’t mean it badly,”

“Sure,”

He quirks his eyebrow and slides your freshly made drink in front of you with a contagious smile, gentle hand squeezing your shoulder in a friendly way.

“Enjoy,”

“Thank you,”

He shoots a pointed look at the teenager perched in front of you before he makes his way back over to the counter to help another costumer. You stare after him for a moment and Jungkook uncomfortably clears his throat, causing your dazed attention to snap to him.

“Have a crush on him?”

“What? No,”

You take one last glance.

“He’s just, he’s intimidatingly attractive, and he’s hard to look away from,”

You shyly admit, swallowing thickly the same time Jungkook does.

“Oh,”

“Is your entire family like that?”

He pokes at the inside of his cheek with his tongue, looks outside to look over the morning bustle.

“All of my brothers are very handsome, my father too,”

You whine.

“Remind me to never meet them,”

Jungkook watches you wipe your hands over your face out of the corner of his eye.

“Why’s that?”

Your palms loudly smack onto the smooth tables surface and you puff out air.

“Because if they look anything like him, or like you for that matter, holy shit,”

He turns to you fully.

“Are you calling me attractive?”

“Fuck yes,”

Your eyes grow dramatically.

“Wait no, oh god. I am so sorry; I didn’t mean to blurt that out,”

He purses his lips and shakes his head to dismiss you, drumming his fingers along the edge of the book. You follow his sight to his dancing knuckles.

“Right, the apartment,”

You take a deep breath before changing the page, thankful for the distraction.

“This other one is a lot smaller but it’s nicer, it also has the wood floors, the um, only one big window and the walls are normal in this one too but the building it’s in has a pool on the roof. Which I think is pretty neat,”

Your voice fades off to silence as Jungkook loses himself in the thought of you in a swimsuit, the image popping up in his mind. He thinks you’d look best in something red or pale blue, maybe black because the dark color looked absolutely stunning on you. He knew anything you wore would leave him speechless but before he could explore any other options, your voice breaks through his reality barrier.

“Jungkook,”

“Hmm,”

He sucks his lips into his mouth and pretends he was paying attention the whole time.

“Your thoughts on this one?”

He unfolds his arms from under his chin and lays them out flat to frame the sides of the small table, his eyebrows drawing in as you push the ad closer. You copy his actions and stretch your arms out on the insides of his, your skin brushing up against the soft fabric of his hoodie sleeves. He looks over your touching limbs and hides his smile by coughing, his hand flipping the magazine back to you.

“Well, you’re right about the substantial size difference,”

You glare down at the pictures.

“But there’s a pool,”

He nods in confirmation.

“But there’s a pool,”

You take the first drink out of your cup and greedily swallow it down, loving the way it splashed on your taste buds and left a sweet caramel aftertaste.

“Mm,”

“Good?”

Jungkook wonders aloud and you push the cup over to him without removing your eyes from the paper, your arm returning to its place against his. He lifts the mug and takes the smallest sip, the human liquid almost burning his tongue and making him jerk away from the dull taste. He quickly pushes it back over to you in disgust, lips smacking.

“I like this last one,”

You comment quietly, tracing your finger over the new photos he hasn’t looked at yet. You swirl the book around and move it closer to him, eyes trailing up to gage his reaction.

“This one..?”

He trails off, glancing up from behind his long thick lashes.

“Oh, this one is bigger than both of the last two. It has a second floor, an open second floor and from there I believe there’s access to the roof but not only that, it still has my cute windows and your brick walls and there’s actually a hot tub out on the balcony I think, wait,”

You lean forward and Jungkook’s airway closes up when the edge of the table pulls the front of your dress further down than it already was. Instead of staring, he turns away and looks at Seokjin, watches him smile and laugh with the costumers. To Jungkook it looked a lot like flirting and he’s surprised his dad hasn’t shown up to tear the place apart yet.

“Yes I was right, see,”

Jungkook turns back to you, eyes falling upon your exposed chest first before going lower to where you were pointing out a picture of a Jacuzzi.

“Do you like hot tubs?”

Your eyes flick up to his face for a second, thinking he’s just playing with you but when you see how serious he is you do a double take. You raise your eyebrow and lean back, prop your head up on your hand and in response Jungkook leans closer and does the same.

“Well?”

“Why?”

You ask, trying not to smirk at his obvious interest.

“Do you like hot tubs, Jungkook?”

“Me? Hmm,”

Cracking a smile, you scoff a laugh out beneath your breath; shake your head as he pretends to think about your question.

“It depends,”

This time you lean close too, squint at him when he replies. He looks over your face then meets your eyes.

“On?”

“On, who I’m spending time with, because you see, if I’m with my brothers or dad, seeing them in nothing but shorts wouldn’t be my idea of a good time, but if I was with… let’s say,”

“Me?”

You offer yourself up and he’s genuinely surprised for two seconds. He quickly regains his composure and nods.

“You,”

He repeats quietly, biting his lip. The way his eyes drag from your head down to your chest doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Probably’d like it a lot more,”

Your body gets hot at that, feels like somebody’s lit a fire beneath your chair and you try to hold off your smile as long as possible, but you break and drop your head to the table to hide it, curling your arms around you as a barrier while your shoulders shook. You shoot back up and lightly smack him on his hand.

“Stop flirting!”

He can’t contain his own wide grin, his head shaking.

“Not flirting,”

“Liar,”

You run your hands over your warm face after whispering; willing the redness you know was there to disappear. You pick at the clumps of mascara on your eyelashes to avoid eye contact, cheeks still embarrassingly pink and flattered smile present.

“I hate you,”

Your voice is quiet, gentle and obviously playful. You drop your arm and lick your lips when you look at his smug face.

“You don’t hate me,”

You take a deep breath and let it out in a sigh, watching your arms slot together the way they were before and Jungkook’s very large hands wrap around the sides so his thumbs can comfortingly smooth between the creases of where your elbows bent.

“I don’t,”

You admit quietly and he gets a pleasant warmth bomb going off in his chest because of it. It’s his turn to be flattered and his gaze bounces around the shop again before landing upon you. You puff your cheeks out and look over the different shades of brown in his dark irises.

“Your eyes are very pretty,”

You compliment him and you could hear his swallow with how thick it was.

“Thank you,”

Neither of your voices exceed a whisper for reasons unknown, the sounds of clanking coffee cups and quiet conversations, beeping machines and the crunching of paper as newspapers are opened and flipped through, even the muffled noises of the early morning traffic outside dulled down around you both and blended together into silence.

Jungkook felt pain when you looked at him the way you were, mapping out his features with a strange interest. You wanted to comment on how full and pink his lips were, how nice they looked shining under the lights whenever he licked them, how erotic and suggestive he looked when his eyes were half-lidded like that, staring right at you like he would pounce on you in any second if you two weren’t in public, but nothing would come out. Your throat was dry and your drink was right there, but you couldn’t find it in you to reach for it to take a refreshing sip, soothe the scratch that tickled. You couldn’t find the strength in you to pull away from his touch.

Your phone blares and you jump in shock, Jungkook quickly yanking his arms back like you two were caught kissing at a time you shouldn’t have been.

“Sorry,”

You quickly answer your call and even though Jungkook can hear that it’s your boyfriend he pretends he can’t, scratches at the table laminate as a distraction from taking your phone and tossing it to the bottom of the ocean just so he doesn’t have to listen to Mark’s voice.

“Why do you keep doing this Mark? You can’t keep hiding if you’re-”

It seems like you’re cut off because you stop suddenly, tap your nails impatiently.

“Um no, I’m trying to see you as much as possible but you keep-”

You sigh deeply, your fingers rubbing circles into your temple.

“Mark, this is for you, we should be going together,”

Your voice is lower now; Jungkook can tell you’ve had enough of whatever your boyfriend was saying to you. Your eyes were closed and you rest your forehead in the palm of your hand.

“You’re the one who wanted to move, not me. This is your doing and you’re making me go alone? What are you doing right now that you can’t come? Are you with those damn boys again? In fact, are they the reason you haven’t been home all week?”

It is a few seconds of yelling on the other end.

“No! We’re having this conversation no- Mark?”

Your eyebrows scrunch and you glance at your phone screen before pressing it back against your ear.

“Mark? Holy shit he didn’t,”

You throw the device down in frustration and Jungkook stops it from sliding off of the table, slides it safely to the center while you exasperatedly rake your fingers through your hair.

“I swear to fucking God,”

You mutter to yourself, hiding your face so you don’t scream at the top of your lungs with so many people around. Jungkook frowns and sizes up your tense shoulders.

“Is everything… okay..?”

“Yeah,”

You quietly lie to him, hands dropping and revealing your face. Jungkook knows you’re lying, is trying to refrain from reading your mind and figuring out the problem himself. He respected you and wanted you to trust him, invading your thoughts wouldn’t gain that for him.

“Actually no,”

He acts on impulse, drops his arm and lays his hand up flat in innocent invitation. You notice it and the corner of your lips turn up slightly, but you don’t fully smile. You place your hand on top of his and allow his fingers to curl around yours, his hand completely swallowing your smaller one whole. His thumb gently traces over the curves of your knuckles and you train your eyes on the flashy watch strapped around his wrist so the upcoming conversation doesn’t sound as pathetic as it seems. You looked like you were about to cry and that was enough for Jungkook to want Mark’s head on a stick.

“My boyfriend, he’s been so distant lately. I don’t think it’s another girl or anything because he is so damn troubled, nobody else would know how to deal with him but his friends and me. It seems like they’re all that matter all of the sudden? He’s never home anymore and he has me do all of this stuff for him and it’s not like I mind doing things for him, it’s fine, but it wouldn’t hurt to thank me every once in a while,”

Jungkook squeezes your hand to urge you to continue.

“I’m sorry for whining to you about my problems, he just frustrates me so damn much sometimes. I swear he’s going to break up with me; that’s what happens when you guys act distant right? You make us resent you before you leave so you don’t-”

“Hey,”

Jungkook’s voice is soft and you look up, almost burst into tears right there at his genuine concern; all of it for you.

“Jesus I’m sorry,”

You shake your head and try pulling your hand away, but he just grasps onto your wrist instead.

“We’ve just met yesterday and I’m asking you about apartments and crying to you about my boyfriend, what the hell is wrong with me?”

“Do you have anywhere to be? Can we go for a walk?”

When you don’t look up from your lap, fiery feud going on in your mind, he reaches across the table and carefully knocks a finger beneath your chin, forcing you to tilt your head up and meet his gaze.

“It will make you feel better, please,”

You blink, nodding slowly and he releases you to grab your phone and magazines, stands up and waits for you to lift your purse by your feet to join him. He pushes the door open for you and you both walk out into the foggy morning but Jungkook’s arm stops you from going any further than a foot from the entrance. You squint up at him, curiously watching him tug his beanie off and offer it to you.

“Here,”

“What-”

“So your hair doesn’t get wet,”

You wave your hands, sweet as the gesture is.

“Oh, Jungkook,”

When you don’t take the hat he places it on your head for you, makes sure the ends are folded over the tips of your ears to keep them warm beneath thick material. He crouches down to meet your height while he looks over his work, his face only a few inches from your own as he tucks a stray hair or two up into the hem and out of your face.

“There,”

He stands up straight and nods proudly, pointing at you.

“If you take it off I’ll bite you,”

The threat seems harmless enough but you can’t help but to think about it as you merge into the massive race of business people. There’s a hand as light as a feather falling upon your shoulder, abducting your attention away from the damp sidewalk.

“I was only kidding,”

Jungkook assures you gently and you nod. You knew that. His hand moves to your other shoulder, his arm firmly wrapping around you and drawing you into his side when a shiver noticeably wiggles your spine. He was cold but his jacket wasn’t and you find yourself pressing further beneath his cozy arm.

“Jungkook,”

“Hmm,”

You lick your lips and lean closer, feeling nothing but care and warmth from his touches, security and safety. Things you haven’t felt in a long time.

“I just,”

He doesn’t force you to spit out whatever it was you were trying to say, stays out of your head and gives you the chance to tell him yourself.

“I’m just glad I ran into you yesterday, I like having you around. I like,”

“Me,”

“Huh?”

“You like me,”

Jungkook finishes your sentence and you look up at him, thinking about his answer for a second. You snuggle back underneath his arm.

“Yeah,”

You settle for nodding, your mind not focused on how problematic your boyfriend was for once.

“Yeah, I like you,”

You feel a squeeze on your shoulder, a calming massage to say ‘I know’. The gesture encourages you to gain enough courage to ask your next question.

“Jungkook, do you have to be home anytime soon?”

“Um,”

He hums right by your ear while he thought.

“I don’t think so. Not for a bit, why,”

You don’t reply and he tilts his head in front of your gaze, smiling at you.

“Why’d you ask?”

You shake your head and he laughs.

“You asked for a reason, come on. Just tell me what’s up,”

“I don’t want to go look at these places alone,”

You pull out of his hold and he stops walking when you do. His face twists up in worry, his hand reaching out for you a few feet away from him.

“Are you-“

“Please come with me,”

You blurt out, tone laced with a certain desperateness you disliked. Your hands wring together as you nervously await his response. Maybe he’d think you were weird, you just met yesterday and now you were asking him to search for a house with you? It could be considered creepy but you hoped he felt as comfortable with you as you did with him already in the small amount of time spent together.

When he doesn’t say anything your heart races and you feel like you need to explain yourself.

“I just, Mark is out of town and being alone for this kind of stuff sucks you know?”

You trail off quietly, catching onto your own rambling. Jungkook was just staring at you and you didn’t know what he was thinking. But then he’s smiling at and relief is flooding through you.

“Come with me?”
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19:14pm

Pairing: husband!Jungkook x Wife!Reader

genre: smut, fluff if you squint, drabble

Warning: hardcore impregnation kink, possession, dirty talk, vaginal sex, basically a major creampie bro.

A/N: I’m going through major baby fever, so please enjoy my imagination

You felt Jungkook’s hands press roughly into your hips as he pounded you from behind. The sound of your husband’s groans and whiny sounds filling the air as your face was pushed into the mattress.

“You like the way that feels baby?“ He asked as you gripped onto your marital sheets. You tried to nod, your words failing you but your back being bent unnaturally stopping you. 
“Oh god baby” He moaned as he felt your walls flutter around him. You squeezed around him again unconsciously causing him to buck harshly into you, the angle causing him to kiss the base of your cervix, a shiver running down your spine as you let out a wanton moan. The movement caused Jungkook to pause. You grew worried and tried looking back only to see the man you called yours with his eyes shut, head tilted as you watched him breathe through his nose heavily almost as if to keep himself sane. You called out to him with a weak call of his name catching his attention breaking him from the trance he was in, you watched his eyelids open slightly, his usual coffee coloured eyes now a lustful black eyeing your sweaty body.

“fuck” He let out as his eyes moved from you to where the both of you were joined, his cock twitching slightly at the filthy ideas running through his head. “Look forward again for me baby” He breathed out, his voice an octave deeper causing a submissive whine to catch at your throat before turning. His hands gripped your hips even rougher, this time his nails digging into your skin before pulling his hips back slowly and bucking back into you, knocking the air from your lungs. He repeated this before your body started fluttering around him again and all his thoughts began to slip from his mouth.

“Fuck baby wanna fill you up so badly, so f-fucking badly” He moaned as he pounded into you roughly. You moaned in response which only urged him on even more.

“Wanna cum so deep in you baby, wanna fill you with my seed pretty girl” He rambled as he threw his head back losing himself in you. “Jungkook please” You whined not knowing what you were even asking for.

“You want it too baby hmm? want me to fill you up and knock you up?” He pressed, his words sending a shock into your system at the thought of him getting you pregnant. It’s not like you both hadn’t talked about it, babies were a subject you just both silently agreed on that when it happens, it happens and apparently for Jungkook it needed to happen now. “God beautiful I’m gonna put a baby in you, would you like that hmm? like my cock hitting your womb baby” He asked, his voice straining at the end. 

“Answer me baby, wanna hear you say it” He groaned as his hand sneaked between your thighs and started began rubbing harshly at your clit. You tried to figure out what was going on in your head but the mixture of Jungkook’s fingers pressed against your clit and his cock hitting your cervix was too much for you. You could feel your climax literally on the tip of your tongue but the thought was stopped the minute you felt a harsh slap on your clit sending your hips to jolt forward. “Baby-I told you-to answer me” He punctuated with harsh thrusts. You gasped, your eyes filling with tears as you tried lifting your head to give him what he wanted. 

“J-jungkook please, fill me with your cum, want your b-baby in me, make me yours” You gasped out, his shit eating grin practically beaming even if you couldn’t see it.

“That’s right baby, you’re fucking mine” He growled, his fingers back on your clit his hips angling to press even deeper into you. “Can’t wait to show you off, all big and round with my baby” He whined, his orgasm catching up to him as yours hit you. Now you’ve never experienced a vaginal orgasm but with the way Jungkook’s cock hit the end of you, your body just went into overdrive. You felt like it was everywhere, causing your body to shake underneath Jungkook like a leaf in an aggressive wind. The feeling of your walls convulsing around him aggressively had Jungkook growling as hips forced his cock into you. “Gonna cum baby, g-gonna cum and fill you. take it, fucking take it- Fuck!” He let out as he pressed into you till you could practically feel him in your stomach, The heat of his orgasm filling you to breaking point. You let out small whines as Jungkook moved his hips slowly milking his orgasm “so deep, so fucking deep” He whispered as he watched his softening cock fuck his cum back into you.  

“You good baby?” He asked breathless as he fell down next to you. You slumped your body down, wincing at the aftershock. “Ask me again in nine months” You breathed still catching your breath, your eyes closing but not missing the way he beamed at your words. 

Extra

“Kook, what did you do to Y/N, she looks so pale lately” Hoseok asked as he plopped down next to the younger, the boys weekly catch up at your home. 

“Yeah, I offered her the left over eggs from my plate and she literally gagged and ran off” Jin pitched in as snatched the remote away from Taehyung before scolding him.

“I forgot to use a condom” Jungkook smirked.

Characters:Yoongi x female reader

Genre/warnings:ghost au, horror au, angst, small mentions of drinking but it’s not excessive, mention of possible drug use, mentions of murder

Word count:1,485

Summary: Every apartment building is a little strange, whether it be the residents or the history behind the building. But when Yoongi moves into Westfield Apartments, he finds that both his neighbors and the building itself are more than a little strange.

Tag list:@mirror-juliet​

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Christopher ‘Chan’ Bang: A nice guy, but definitely wary of others outside his apartment. Protective. Polite, but seems to be a little nervous all the time.

Lee Minho: Blunt. Makes it obvious he doesn’t want to talk to anyone. Rude, but with intention. Tries to drive people away intentionally.

Seo Changbin: Quiet. Keeps to himself. Doesn’t say much, even when spoken to. Usually out at the bar. If he’s out at night, he doesn’t come back until after sunrise. Must know something.

Felix Lee: Innocent. Naïve. Too kind and friendly for his own good. Left in the dark by his roommates. Probably for the best.

Yoongi had swung back by Jihoon’s to grab the file, quickly scanning through whatever your father had gathered on the four roommates he was about to encounter. He was sure they knew something, but it seemed to be to the extent of whatever Wonwoo, Jeonghan, and Soonyoung knew: there was something going on in the apartment building that they should be mindful and afraid of, but they weren’t sure what it was.

With the file stuffed into a black backpack he was keeping on his back, Yoongi approached 206.

When he knocked, it was Minho who was at the door, leaning against the frame with a disgusted look on his face as he eyed Yoongi up and down.

“And what’re you back for?” he asked, definitely not hiding the fact that he didn’t want Yoongi coming back to their apartment.

“Minho, stop it,” Chan came up behind him, saying the words under his breath forcefully with a stern look. Then his eyes went to Yoongi and he offered a friendly smile. “What can we do for you?”

“Who is it?” Felix’s voice came from inside the apartment, before there was a harsh, “Shh!”

“As if you don’t know…” Minho muttered, rolling his eyes.

Yoongi flashed him a confused look before slowly looking back to Chan, “…D-do you know why I’m here…?”

“You’ve only been bothering everyone and their mother in the building,” Minho snapped. “Whatever the hell you’re digging around for, we’re not having any part of it. Kick rocks.”

“Minho–!”

“Hey,” a new voice cut in.

Changbin came out of the dark apartment that was only being illuminated by a TV screen. He kept his eyes down, only glancing up at Yoongi as he slipped between Chan and Minho, muttering, “Wanna get a drink?”

Not even waiting for an answer, Changbin turned the corner into the hallway and kept walking. Yoongi only glanced at his two roommates as Felix called for Changbin to come back to movie night before the older boy was jogging to catch up.

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Yoongi found himself in a bar on the edge of the nearby city. It was the stereotypical tiny bar that one would see in the movies. It was a little bit of a shithole but it was nice enough for Yoongi to not feel gross drinking out of their glasses. It was also nice enough for Changbin to be a regular considering everyone there seemed to know him and the bartender knew his typical order – Yoongi just got whatever Changbin got.

Changbin had one hand around his glass while Yoongi held his with both to just give his hands something to do instead of nervously fidget. 

“Listen,” Changbin finally began after the two sat in silence for a moment after getting their drinks – Yoongi wasn’t really sure what to say because Changbin was pretty intimidating, and he felt like he should wait for the younger boy to start the conversation, anyway, “I know you know things about the apartment. All of us do – ‘cept Felix, and we wanna keep it that way?”

“Why?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

Changbin chuckled, “You’ve seen the kid: he’s too…pure and innocent and happy. Besides, it’s not his fault he’s stuck there. Kid has nowhere else to go so we took him in even though we didn’t want him exposed to what we have been. I feel bad because he wants to leave the room and make friends, but… I’m not saying everyone in that place is bad, but we don’t know who we can trust. That place changes people, we’ve seen it happen. Kihyun got fucked up by something on the fifth floor. Hell, Kibum was never as agitated as he is now. He used to at least be nice sometimes, but now talking to that dude is a surefire way to get your head bitten off. Even…”

He paused, looking down into the liquid in his glass, “Even Jihoon and Yuna were normal when they moved in. But then…Yuna started saying things that were just…weird. She was seeing things that weren’t there and mumbling to herself. She was always talking about these…dark shapes and shadows. Some people though maybe she was just acting normal to make friends but then got comfortable, and she was crazy all along. Some thought she was doing drugs. And because Jihoon was so close with her, he was deemed crazy, too. But…the longer I’ve lived in that stupid fucking building, the more I wonder…was Yuna even crazy at all? If I’m honest, I think she was perfectly sane, but she just had the power somehow to see the shit that’s changing everyone in the building. Maybe I’m lucky because I spend more time here than at that place, so I can see what’s happening. But I don’t know who or what or why.”

“Can I ask…what do you think happened to Yuna?” Yoongi wondered slowly.

“Think she was either locked up in a mental hospital, or whatever she saw got to her,” he stated blankly. “Everyone saw the cops take her out, assuming she murdered _____, but they never investigate any of the other murders here. If they investigated _____’s, they’d know that Yuna didn’t do it.”

“You don’t think it was Yuna?” Yoongi interrupted.

“No,” Changbin replied surely. “They were best friends. I think, like every other murder, that whatever Yuna saw is killing people. I think it’s tied to the Westfields, and they must have connections with the police since they’re not doing anything about it. So they either threw her in a hospital or they let whatever’s in that building get her. Either way, she didn’t deserve it.”

“How do you know all this? And if you know this, why haven’t you just left?” Yoongi asked.

Changbin gave a small, sad smile, “Because it’s…fine. Nothing bad has happened to us and we don’t have the money to leave. Westfield is dirt cheap. We mind our business. If anything, we just wanna get the kid outta there before something happens to him. Me, Chan, and Minho have had rough lives. We’ve done shit we’re not proud of. Felix, though? He’s good through and through. He doesn’t deserve whatever’s going on there.”

“Don’t you want to try and stop it, then?” Yoongi continued. “At least for Felix?”

Changbin took a gulp of his drink before he looked at Yoongi solemnly, “I know you know more than us, and I don’t wanna know anymore than I already do. But we know your intentions are good. But, Yoongi…your actions might be stirring up whatever’s in that building. You’re putting a big-ass target on yourself, and I don’t want any part of it.”

Yoongi leaned in a little closer, his stare intense, “Then who can I go to for help? I really need more answers, Changbin. Please.”

Changbin stared back as he weighed his options, then sighed, looking back down at his drink, “I don’t know who knows what, but Namjoon’s a smart guy. There’s no way he wouldn’t have somewhat of an idea of what’s up with the place. But…”

Changbin paused so sigh, hanging his head, “Look, it’s a longshot he’ll even answer you – and it might even get you killed – but…Jungkook might be your best bet. He was the closest with Yuna so he’d probably know more about everything. But Jungkook doesn’t really talk to anyone anymore. Guy hardly leaves his apartment.”

Yoongi felt a little bit of relief, but also a little anxiety. While he had a lead for some answers, he knew that the closer he got to the answers he needed, the bigger the target on his back became. But he was in too deep now. He had to keep digging.

“Thanks, Changbin,” he said as he put a hand on the younger boy’s shoulder. Then he stood to leave.

Changbin grabbed Yoongi’s forearm but didn’t look at him, “It’s not safe to go back now. I’ll get you a room at the motel I stay at.“

“N-no, I can pay,” Yoongi insisted. “You said you can’t afford to move out, so–”

“It’s fine,” he assured him, “I get rooms for cheap because I flirt with the girl at the desk. Place isn’t much but…it’s safer than going back.”

CASTLETON [PART NINETEEN]

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A/N: HELLO I AM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I started writing it a while ago but then I fucked up my leg and almost got COVID and now I’m studying for midterms and it’s a whole ass mess. Honestly I have no idea how unpredictable my update schedule will be for the next few weeks with all the studying and traveling I’ll be doing, but this series is still very much continuing! I sincerely hope you enjoyed this update. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist — Rynn

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CASTLETON [PART EIGHTEEN]

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A/N: holy shit this update is t h i c c. lmao i hope you all enjoyed the drama! shit is going down and i am living for it. next update coming soon! let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist — Rynn

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CASTLETON [PART SEVENTEEN]

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A/N: alright y’all i still feel hella bad about the impromptu hiatus so you get a double update today :) i hope you guys enjoyed! next chapter coming within the next few days. let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist — Rynn

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CASTLETON [PART SIXTEEN]

Your eyes widen as soon as you step into the common room.

This isn’t a party. It’s a fucking disaster.

The celebration only commenced twenty minutes ago, and already you can tell that it’s gotten way out of hand. Drunken students wander aimlessly about the area, packed so uncomfortably close together that just looking at them makes you feel a bit claustrophobic. Multi-colored lights flash overhead, no doubt one of the Muggle contraptions your housemates snuck in for this very purpose. The stereo system you helped set up just a few days prior is blasting music so violently loud that you can feel the ground shake beneath you with every beat. Aside from the occasional house elf, it seems as though every non-human frequenter of the common room has chosen to stay away tonight. Even the mermaids have elected to swim away from the windows.

Most of the unnaturally sweaty bodies blend together, a mix of faces you’ve seen dozens of times but can’t quite place. The vast majority of them are Slytherins, undoubtedly elated at the prospect of celebrating such a momentous victory. A good portion of them don’t even like you — your blood status was more than enough to get you ousted from the more elite circles, something you discovered early on in your first year — but the promise of free booze and bragging rights seems to have been too much for them to resist. A handful of visitors from other houses have made an appearance, even a few Hufflepuffs, but not nearly enough to puncture the sea of green attire. Part of you is proud. The other part is anxious.

Of course, there are more than a few familiar faces. Benjamin and Leo are playing butterbeer-pong in the corner, shouting at the top of their lungs every time they miss a shot (which, for two members of the winning team, seems to be quite often). Emilia and her girlfriend Abbey are downing shots of firewhiskey at the bar with smiles that make even you a bit uneasy. Anthony is passed out drunk on one of the couches, arms hanging limply at his sides and mouth wide open. Oliver is making out with a rather familiar-looking blonde on the far side of the room; you have no idea when he and Hannah Abbott got so close, but you suspect it’s better if you don’t ask.

And, of course, there is the matter of your friends.

For all the lectures they’ve given you over the years about drinking in moderation and being responsible at parties, they seem to be (for lack of a better phrase) absolutely fucking plastered.The four of you have been to your fair share of celebrations together over the years, yet you can’t recall a single time they’ve gotten quite this level of drunk. You’re already thinking of sarcastic comments to throw at them tomorrow morning while they’re nursing their hangovers. For now, though, you simply lean back against the wall and resign yourself to watching the chaos unfold with an endlessly amused expression.

Yoongi has planted himself firmly in the middle of the dance floor, shaking his hips and waving his arms like there’s no tomorrow. He’s attracted a bit of a following, actually, baffled onlookers scrambling to get a look at the notoriously stoic Seeker dancing to a Ricky Martin song. It’s easy to spot the newcomers among them. The more senior members of Slytherin have grown accustomed to Yoongi’s drunken dancing, having witnessed it up close and personal during the infamous Halloween Rager fourth year. Most of you have learned to tune it out by now. He seems to be enjoying the attention at least, grinning from ear to ear as he grinds to the beat of “Living la Vida Loca.” It takes every ounce of strength within you to stop yourself from recording it.

Jungkook is planted firmly at the bar, drunkenly singing along to the music while he tosses darts at a blank wall. He’s got a rather large bottle of whiskey — Muggle whiskey, which you’re quite sure they don’t sell in Hogsmeade — clutched in his free hand, the contents of which appear to be almost entirely missing. He sports a goofy grin as he throws a handful of darts at the opposite wall, entirely unconcerned by the fact that he almost takes a Hufflepuff’s ear off. No one seems at all bothered by his rather raucous display. A few of the younger Slytherins have gathered around him, probably hoping that he’ll keep them safe should the other Gryffindor show up. You know that even in this miserable state, he will.

Hobi, of course, is the most hopelessly wasted of them all. The man’s chugging a bottle of butterbeer as he dances atop a nearby table, not at all bothered by the odd looks he’s getting. In fact, he doesn’t seem to have a care in the world beyond moving his hips in time with the music and finishing his drink. You used to scoff and hide your face in embarrassment when he pulled stunts like this, terrified that it might get you on the wrong person’s radar — after all, you weren’t keen on taking chances when Umbridge was sniffing about. Now, though, you simply laugh and cheer him on from the sidelines, endlessly amused by the antics of your dearest friend in the world.

His lips quirk into a lazy smile as soon as he notices you. Rather than wave you over or shout for you like a regular person, he elects to jump off the table, throw his empty bottle over his shoulder, and sprint through the crowd to reach you. A few disgruntled patrons shout at him as he shoves them out of the way, but he pays them no mind. All he cares about, it seems, is you.

“There you are!” The man practically cheers once he finally reaches you, grinning from ear to ear. Hobi normally isn’t one to overdo it on affection — the kindest thing he’s ever said to you in public is that your company is slightly preferable to Jungkook’s — but drunkHobi is another story entirely. He pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, one that leaves you gasping for air as you rock back and forth. Your struggle only seems to amuse him further.

“Here I am,” you cough, awkwardly patting his back as he squeezes you. “What’s going on with you? Last time you hugged me, I’d just saved you from a Death Eater attack.”

Hobi releases you from the hug with a contended sigh. “I’m just so happy, y/n,” he slurs dreamily. “We’re finally celebrating! No more Voldemort, no more creepy skulls, no more Umbridge. Now we can just have fun, like we’re supposed to! Isn’t it amazing?!”

“Yeah. Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.”

You have every intention of pulling him towards the bar to grab a drink with you, but he seems to have other plans. Rather than join you on your quest for alcohol, he wraps his hand around your wrist and tugs you firmly towards the dance floor. The logical side of your brain urges you to pull away, to lock him in your room until he sobers up so he doesn’t end up doing something he (or you) will regret in the morning.

The other side already knows that he’s going to find a way to rope you into his schemes no matter what, so you might as well just go along with his plan now and get it over with.

A few of your housemates pat you on the back as you weave your way through the crowd, still reeling over the high of your victory — and though you hate to admit it, it’s actually kind of nice to receive some positive attention for once. You’re no stranger to high-spirited Quidditch after parties, but it’s been so long since you had a chance to play that you’ve almost forgotten the exhilaration. For a few precious hours, no one cares about your reputation or your propensity to find trouble; not even the prefects can find it within them to hand out detentions and ruin the mood. These little ragers are perhaps the only opportunities you have to completely let go, to forget the pain and stress and heartache and just enjoy yourself. You can’t believe you’ve gone this long without them.

You just barely manage to contain your smile as he stops point blank in the middle of the crowd; never one for avoiding the spotlight, that boy. It would be easier to shuffle in place, to simply move along with the music and blend in with the crowd — but when have you two ever gone out of your way to avoid attention? Without a care in the world, Hobi discards his drink, pulls you in as close as humanly possible, and rests his hands firmly on the dip of your hips. You don’t even bother holding back your laughter.

He’s so close that you can smell the cinnamon on his breath, the last remnants of his hastily-guzzled butterbeer. His grip on your hips is both gentle and firm, a silent reminder that he has no intention of letting you scurry off back to your room before the “guest of honor” arrives (which he already knows you’ve thought about doing). The space between you is so small that the beat of sweat trickling down the side of his face actually lands on the curve of your cheek. Your noses are less than an inch away from each other. To the untrained eye, you’re only seconds away from kissing.

Of course, nothing could be further from the truth. Appearances can be deceiving, and in this case, they’re simply unequivocally false. A few new faces might wonder whether or not there’s anything going on between you and your best friend of almost seven years, but most everyone in the room knows that this is the closest you and Hobi will everget to crossing the boundary between friend and lover. Such intimate acts of physical affection are rare between the two of you, particularly with you being so fond of showing your love through thinly-veiled insults, but they’ve been known to happen. Fortunately, your housemates know entirely well that such interactions hardly leave the dance floor, and certainly never lead to anything else. You’ve never had eyes for Hobi in that way, no matter how handsome he is.

As for him, you’re simply not his type.

Still, that doesn’t stop you from tossing your arms around his neck and pressing your body flush against his. He catches on quick, carelessly pulling you closer with a drunken grin. The pair of you move in perfect sync, lips quirked into easy smiles and heads thrown back in laughter. You shake your hips and wave your hands entirely out of tune with the music, probably coming across as idiots but too elated to care. His hands hold your hips so tightly that you suspect you’ll have bruises there in the morning, but you don’t mind; he’s an affection drunk, and you’ve learned to pick your battles.

You can’t help but chuckle as you dance. The air in this room is absolutely electric, and you can’t get enough of it. It’s been so long since you’ve gotten to let go like this that you’ve actually forgotten how addicting it is. In your early days at Hogwarts, before things really got out of hand and you started to split your time between pranks and dueling practice, this was practically all you did. You and your friends would sneak out every weekend to party with the older kids, nevermind the odd looks a group of thirteen year-olds got whenever they snuck into a seventh year celebration. It wasn’t even about the alcohol; there’s just something about the roar of the music, the enthusiasm of the crowd, the laughterin the air that intoxicates you. It feels better than words can describe to be back here again.

A few of the new partygoers, namely your Hufflepuff adversaries, shoot some odd glances your way as they watch you and Hobi practically drape yourselves over one another. He’s got his head laying on your shoulder and his arms wrapped firmly around your middle, teetering somewhere between enthusiastic and unconscious. You’re holding him as close as your body will allow, practically keeping him upright as the two of you sway along to the music. It’s a rather comical sight, you’re sure. It must look odd to them, your best friend clinging to you like a toddler, but you don’t care. It’s just nice to be together like this once more.

You’re just beginning to fear that he’s drank himself to the point of blacking out when a pair of familiar voices pipe up from behind you.

“Nice moves!”

“Think we can get in on this action?”

An amused scoff escapes your lips at the sound of Yoongi and Jungkook’s exaggerated cheers. They’ve somehow managed to drag themselves to this side of the room, though you can smell the booze on them from five feet away. Jungkook’s got one arm resting lazily on Yoongi’s shoulder as he shoots you a suggestive glance. The typically reserved Seeker is giving you a rather adorable smile, over the moon in his rose-tinted drunken state. They’re the picture of wasted, tripping over their words and wobbling on their feet, but you don’t even care. You simply lean over, grab them by their hands, and pull them towards you and Hobi.

You’re fairly certain that the moves the four of you are pulling don’t even deserve to be called dancing. All three of your friends are so drunk that they can barely keep themselves upright, much less will their limbs into performing any actual routines. Yoongi is just lazily waving his arms around, bearing a striking resemblance to those inflated plastic tube-men that stand in front of car dealerships. Jungkook is trying to do the robot, but he looks more like a toddler trying to learn sign language. Hobi is still holding you close, one hand planted firmly on your waist and the other trying to spin you around without losing his balance. You’re just content to sway your hips along to the music and try to catch them when they inevitably lose their balance.

Just a few months earlier, none of this seemed possible. The thought of dancing the night away with your closest friends after a Quidditch game was more of a pipe dream than an actual goal, what with everything going on. You’d resigned yourself to never again experiencing this sort of unadulterated happiness. As much as you tried to retain some shred of optimism, there came a time when you genuinely thought your best days were behind you, that you’d never get to spend time with the people you love most ever again.

You’re so glad you were wrong.

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Taehyung hears you before he sees you.

He’s just barely managed to find his way into the common room. The route to Slytherin House isn’t particularly convoluted, but the halls are packed to the brim with drunken partygoers tonight, most of whom paid very little mind to his pleas for them to move out of his way. It took fifteen minutes just to push his way through the intoxicated mob, and even then he had cling to Jimin’s back while his best friend unceremoniously mowed down anyone unlucky enough to find themselves in their path. Jin and Namjoon followed reluctantly, already exhausted simply from the idea of going to the celebration. They’ve never been big on partying; honestly, no one in their friend group has. Taehyung would much rather curl up in his bed and catch up on the latest book he’d stolen from Jimin’s personal library.

But for you, he’s more than happy to brave the unimaginable horrors of a Slytherin rager. His friends wasted no time in teasing him for his eagerness to see you again — particularly Jimin, who’d been sporting a rather unsettling cat-like grin since the end of the Quidditch match. They were all keen to point out how excited he was to hang out with you, particularly when they know how much he despises parties. He doesn’t have the energy to tell them that there’s nothing going on between you two anymore; they’re clearly not listening.

Of course, he’d be lying if he said he hasn’t started to take some of their words to heart. Did you two really appear so lovey-dovey to everyone else? He’s not sure if your friends have jumped to the same conclusions as his, but judging by the way you glared at them after they introduced themselves in the stands, he’s guessing they have. He honestly has no clue why people would think such things about you two. Sure, you’ve spent a fair bit of time together lately, and sure, he spends most every waking hour texting you, and yes, he pushed through his social discomfort specifically to watch you at the Quidditch match earlier — but that doesn’t mean he likes you.

Because he doesn’t.

At least that’s what he tells himself, anyway.

He’s genuinely caught off guard by the potent scent of alcohol wafting throughout the room when he walks in, so much so that he actually has to hold his breath for a moment. It’s not the first time people have drank around him, but he’s never seen anyone take it to this level of extreme. Students of all houses are drunkenly shuffling about the common room, yelling and laughing and attempting to dance through the inebriation. It seems as though every single person here is intent on drinking to the point of blacking out. It’s an odd scene to him; Hufflepuff parties have nothingon this.

It’s not just the booze that throws him off; everything about this place is overwhelming. The strobes flash so quickly that he can barely make out his surroundings, differing hues of red, green, and blue bathing the dance floor in uncomfortably bright light. Unfamiliar music blasts through a set of speakers in the corner — no doubt from a Muggle band he’s never heard of — with such force that the floor is actually shaking. A few people are haphazardly throwing darts (and missing horribly) at a nearby wall, while a group of couples nearby have retreated to the corner to make out in plain view of everyone else. It’s easily the most rambunctious celebration he’s ever attended. Is this how Slytherin parties always go?

There’s so many bodies packed in together that he can’t even begin to discern where you’re standing — but thankfully, he doesn’t have to. Even over the incessant blare of the music, he can hear your familiar laugh echoing from amidst the crowd. The sound has his lips tilting into an easy grin. Jimin is already tugging him towards the beer pong table, but he has no interest in joining him; rather than get plastered with his friend, he wrenches his arm out of Jimin’s grip and follows the sound of your voice. Namjoon is shouting a few playful remarks as he walks away, but Taehyung can’t find it within him to care. He just wants to see you.

Despite his eagerness, he can still vaguely hear his friends laughing behind him. Jimin is naturally the loudest, evidently tickled pink by the doe-eyed look on his best friend’s face. Namjoon snickers with a shake of his head, both entertained and exhausted. Jin is trying to muffle his amusement, always the nicest of the group, but his chuckling is still audible from within the depths of the crowd. He knows they just want the best for him, but part of him wants to turn around and boot them out of the party before they can embarrass him again. Who knows what they’ll say when they see you?

Surprisingly, it takes him less than a minute to find you; your laughter is loud enough to guide him with ease. A few drunken dancers bump into him as he pushes his way through the crowd, but he isn’t bothered by it — how can he be, when you’re only a few feet away sporting the brightest smile he’s ever seen on another human being?

Dear God, you’re a sight to see.

Your head is thrown back in joyous laughter as you dance in a circle with your friends, entirely lost in the rhythm beneath your feet. Laughter slips easily past your lips. Hobi stands to your left, Yoongi to your right, and Jungkook on the other side of the makeshift ring. The four of you are holding your hands together so tightly that your knuckles have turned white. None of you can dance to save your lives, but you don’t seem to care — you just close your eyes, smile, and allow yourself to enjoy the moment. Your friends have wrenched their eyes shut as well, which Taehyung cannot even begin to comprehend. How could they not be entirely mesmerized by the image of you? How is it that every single person in this room isn’t absolutely hypnotized by you?

The poor boy actually forgets how to breathe for a moment as he watches you twirl around Yoongi. He’s been surrounded by all manner of fantastic things for as long as he can remember — flying brooms, talking animals, evil wizards with their souls locked away in fragments scattered across the country — but nothing has ever looked as magical as you do right now. Everything he’s learned seems pointless now. Why has he spent six years studying potions and spells when the most miraculous creature in the world has been walking around the castle this entire time? How had he never seen you before that night in detention? Merlin help him, how has he never noticed how incredibly beautiful you are?

He must be quite a sight, he thinks, standing stone still in the middle of the dance floor while he stares at you. The logical part of his brain urges him to move, dance, do somethingbesides watch you like a creep, but he can’t bring himself to do any of those things. He can do absolutely nothing but watch you: eyes scrunched up in laughter, sweat glimmering in the light as it rolls down your cheek, lips curled into an incandescent smile. Everyone else looks dull next to you. Every painting in the castle is worthless when compared to you. You are an absolute dream, and he hopes he never wakes up.

His heart swells in his chest with such intensity that it actually catches him off guard. For a moment he worries that he’s having a heart attack, because there’s simply no way that this is normal. No one should be able to make him feel this way, so insignificant and horribly out of control. His very existence seems worthless next to yours. Everything is too much — the lights, the music, the stench of firewhiskey and cinnamon — but he can’t bring himself to leave. Truth be told, he can’t bring himself to do much of anything besides stare at you. He could stand here forever, he thinks, and be perfectly content. As long as you’re here.

Even if he wanted to ponder why you were suddenly making him feel this way — and he really doesn’t — he never gets the chance. Your eyes land on him in the midst of one of your spins, and before he can even comprehend that you’ve caught him staring, you let go of your friends and jog across the floor to meet him. His breath hitches when he notices that your smile has only grown. Again, he tries not to think about what that might mean. It takes every ounce of strength within him not to pass out when you reach forward and playfully jostle his shoulder.

“There you are! I was starting to think you wouldn’t make it.”

He doesn’t miss the joy in your voice, though he isn’t arrogant enough to think that he’s the reason it’s there. Still, he can’t help but notice how happy you look to see him. Your enchanting grin only grows wider as you take him in, eyes raking down his body so subtly that he barely notices; Slytherin sneakiness, he supposes. He’s sure he looks rather unremarkable in his blue jeans and Hufflepuff sweater, especially compared to you (though at this point he’s convinced that you could wear a garbage bag and still be the most beautiful person he’s ever seen). He writes off the glimmer in your eyes as curiosity rather than excitement.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he confesses, hoping you know just how sincerely he means that. “Are these parties always so…wild?”

You chuckle. “Not really. Usually they’re pretty tame, but it’s been so long since we’ve had a chance to celebrate that we decided to go all out. Is it too overwhelming?”

“Not at all! Just different from what I’m used to. It looks like you’re having fun, though.”

The mere mention of amusement has you looking over your shoulder towards your friends. Jungkook shoots you a suggestive glance, brows raised and lips quirked into a smirk. Hobi whistles at you, and Yoongi shoots you a rather obvious thumbs up. You scoff and raise your middle finger, which only serves to make them laugh harder than they already were. As much as they seem to exhaust you, Taehyung can’t help but smile as he watches you interact with them. It gladdens him to know that you have such a close relationship with your friends. You deserve it.

“Ignore them, please,” you insist, just barely managing to suppress your smile. It breaks through a moment later, though, as your eyes light up with a sudden epiphany. With no warning whatsoever, you reach out, grab Taehyung’s hand (which doesn’t help calm his racing heart at all), and gesture towards the dance floor. “Let’s dance!”

The very thought of dancing with you has his palm sweating against yours. He’s managed to hold it together so far, but he’s fairly certain he won’t be able to make it through the first song without embarrassing himself somehow. You probably know everyone at this party, and the last thing he wants to do is humiliate you by letting everyone see you dance with a no-name Hufflepuff. Slytherins value their reputation, that much he knows, and he doesn’t want to risk ruining yours. He’s so scared of making things hard on you that he almost refuses — but funnily enough, you seem entirely unbothered.

Despite the fact that being seen with him so publicly could spell trouble for you, you don’t hesitate to pull him further into the crowd. He hasn’t even agreed to join you yet, but he isn’t surprised by your impatience; if there’s one thing he knows for sure about you, it’s that you don’t waste time when it comes to getting what you want. He just doesn’t understand why you want to hang out with him. There are dozens of cooler, smarter, and far more interesting people you could spend your time with. Why are you so intent on being around him? He’s not complaining, of course — he’ll gladly take any chance he can get to be around you — but it doesn’t make sense. He can just add it to the list of things about you that confuse him.

He’s still reeling over your invitation when you come to a stop on the edge of the dance floor. An unfamiliar song blasts through the speakers, but it’s upbeat enough that he doesn’t have to worry about slow dancing or anything of that nature. Still, you don’t hesitate to reach out and take his hands in yours. All of your friends are staring at you, and he’s fairly certain all of his are doing the exact same thing, but you don’t seem to notice. You simply smile, pull him closer, and lead him in a frenzied dance of waving arms and shaking hips.

Taehyung’s never been particularly good at this sort of dancing, but apparently, you couldn’t care less. Rather than poke fun at his corny moves, you cheer him on, entirely unbothered by the odd looks you get. Your moves aren’t exactly coordinated either — you’re basically just flailing your arms around and attempting to move your hips in time with the beat — but it doesn’t seem to bother you. All you care about is having fun. You’ve been that way ever since he met you, completely uncaring of what others think of you. It’s just another thing he admires about you.

Your friends hover a few feet away, caught up in the music but still throwing the occasional glance your way. He suspects they’re hanging around to make sure you’re safe, which he understands; he’d never even dream of doing anything to hurt you, but it’s always good to be cautious. If anything, it makes him happy to know that your friends care about you so much. The two of you don’t spend that much time together in public like this, so it’s nice to know that you’ve got people watching your back when he isn’t around. That’s not to say he thinks you can’t take care of yourself — you’re easily one of the most formidable people he’s ever come across — but he worries about you more than he cares to admit. He hasn’t told his friends about this, of course, and he doubts he ever will. Some things are better left unsaid.

You two probably look a bit ridiculous right now, though neither of you have any interest in changing that. After everything that’s happened in the past few years, he’s fairly certain that you’ve earned a little reprieve. Rather than stress over what the other partygoers think of your improvised routine, you simply smile at each other and continue to move along with the music. He’s fairly certain he can see Hobi grinning at you from the corner of his eye, but he hasn’t the slightest clue why. He suspects that you do, though you probably aren’t keen to share it.

“See? Isn’t it nice to come out of the background every one in a while?!” You shout through your laughter as he spins you around.

Taehyung can’t help but laugh as he answers. “I guess so. But only because I have such a good dance partner!”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Mister Kim!”

He snickers and pulls you back towards him. You’re still grinning ear to ear, absolutely delighted with the little routine you two have going. He can take or leave dancing, but he’d do just about anything to keep that smile on your face. You could ask him for the moon right now and he’d find a way to give it to you. Anything for you.

You’ve only just finished doing an improvised foxtrot when music cuts off rather abruptly. A chorus of groans sound out from the crowd, a sea of drunken teens annoyed by the loss of their entertainment. He suspects it’s just a routine glitch of the sound system, a mechanical error that can be fixed given a few minutes of tinkering — but when he looks over to the stereo and sees Jimin and Jungkook grinning at him, he realizes that this is anything but accidental. He’s tempted to march over there and demand that they put an end to whatever it is they’re planning, but he doesn’t get the chance; Jimin pops another disk into the machine, and a needlessly romantic slow song begins to filter throughout the room.

Most everyone seems perfectly content with this development, eagerly falling into each other’s arms to sway in time with the music, but both you and Taehyung freeze in place. He doesn’t even know this song, but the tender undertone of the piano doesn’t leave much up to interpretation. You two are the only ones that haven’t joined in, and it is glaringly obvious how awkward the air between you has become. Whereas a moment ago you were bouncing around and laughing without a care in the world, you’re suddenly rather sheepish, biting your bottom lip and staring intently at the floor.

He curses himself for being too scared to act. Truth be told, he’d love nothing more than to dance with you like this, he’s just terrified of the thought of you rejecting him — and make no mistake, he fullyexpects you to reject him. Why wouldn’t you? You’re the most incredible person he’s ever met in his entire life. You’re passionate, creative, funny, intelligent, caring, beautiful; you’re a force of nature, and he’s just…Taehyung. He’s average in every way, an unfamiliar face adept at blending into the background. You command attention when you walk into a room, whereas most people in this school don’t even know who he is. You could have anyone you wanted. Why would you waste your time with him?

You’re going to shoot him down, and he knows this, so he just doesn’t ask. He simply looks down and shakes his head, awaiting your impending refusal. He’s already thinking of excuses to run back to his room and avoid you, to hide beneath the covers and never emerge ever again. Perhaps you’ll be merciful and spare him a passing glance in the halls next time he sees you. He’d be happy with a slight nod of the head, honestly. Just let me down easily, he thinks. Hopefully he’ll have enough courage to show his face around the castle after you —

“Well? What are you waiting for?”

His head snaps up so fast the room actually starts to spin for a moment. You’re giving him a nervous grin, shaky hand outstretched before you. You still seem a bit caught off guard, but you don’t look away, even when his eyes meet yours. This is the most anxious he’s ever seen you, and it honestly takes him aback. To see the most fearless person he’s ever met look at him with such worry in their eyes…it doesn’t seem natural. He shouldn’t be able to make you feel this way. No one should be able to make you feel this way.

The two of you stand there for a good thirty seconds, just staring awkwardly at one another as you wait for him to take your hand. He’s sure Jimin and Jungkook are shaking their heads as they watch you two freeze like deer in headlights. Part of him is still reeling over your invitation, convinced that you’ve made some sort of mistake, but he pushes those fears aside. Better to take a leap of faith and get it over with, he supposes. So, despite the fact that he’s fairly certain this is a dream, he reaches out, takes your hand, and pulls you close.

And has to stop himself from passing out in the middle of the dance floor when you smile at him.

Countless other couples surround the pair of you, giggling and whispering and pressing little kisses to one another’s faces. Jimin has found a (rather unlucky, in Taehyung’s opinion) girl to occupy his time, while Namjoon has elected to simply hum the tune below his breath while he reads. Yoongi and Jungkook are dancing together, albeit not the least bit seriously, what with the way they snicker and flail their limbs about in an overly-exaggerated fashion. Neither Hobi nor Jin are anywhere to be found, which strikes him as odd, but he doesn’t have time to worry about them or whatever they may or may not be doing — not when you’re standing so close that he can feel your breath fanning against his face.

He’s almost certain that he’s blushing, and silently prays that the lights are concealing the tint of his cheeks. Still, the boy’s doing a rather good job of keeping himself composed, all things considered: he hasn’t thrown up all over your shoes, said something horrendously embarrassing, or even stepped on one of your feet (all of which he was sure would have happened by now). You seem a bit anxious as well, lower lip caught between your teeth as your eyes wander around the room. You go out of your way not to look into his eyes. He does the same.

His mind is going absolutely haywire. How on Earth has he managed to end up here, slow-dancing with the most notorious troublemaker in all of Hogwarts? A girl that, not even a month ago, barely knew of his existence? Someone that he has told his friends time and time again that he has absolutely no interest in? Someone who has been popping into his head more and more frequently over the past couple weeks? Someone that makes his heart threaten to beat out of his chest every time she walks into the room? Someone that, though they’ve only known each other for a short time, he considers one of his closest friends?

Nothing about this situation makes sense. He left his room twenty minutes ago with every intention of keeping to himself at this party, and now he’s got you wrapped up in his arms in front of the entirety of Slytherin. He knows this is foolish, that whatever monumentally stupid part of his brain that convinced him to do this is going to get you both in serious trouble, but he can’t bring himself to care about that. He can’t bring himself to care about much of anything besides you.

“You’re uh…you’re pretty good at this,” you mumble, mercifully distracting him from his racing thoughts. “Do you dance a lot?”

The nerves in your voice actually manage to pull a smile from him; at least he knows you’re as anxious as he is. “A few times, yeah. My parents host these fancy galas every couple years, and they didn’t want me to embarrass myself, so they made me take dance lessons.”

The idea of him taking dance lessons is obviously outlandish to you, given the puzzled expression on your face. “Really? That doesn’t really sound like your thing. I had you pegged as more of a wallflower.”

“I am,” he chuckles, subconsciously tightening his grip on your hand as the two of you twirl in place. “I hated those classes. I convinced them to let me drop out when I was fourteen.”

“Not keen on being in the spotlight?”

“Not even a little bit. Well…not usually, anyway.”

You smile at his comment. Perhaps he’s just fooling himself, but he can swear that it looks like you’re blushing, too. You’d never admit it, of course; if there’s one thing he’s learned about you over these past few weeks, it’s that you’re incredibly gifted when it comes to burying your emotions. You once mentioned that it was a skill you learned early on. He still isn’t sure exactly what you meant by that.

Rather than question you about it and drag up old feelings that are probably best left forgotten, he smiles, steps back, and lifts your hands in the air. You get the hint immediately. With a grin so bright it almost hurts to look at, you wrap your hand around his index finger and spin. Jovial laughter escapes your lips as you twirl over and over again, entirely unconcerned by the odd looks you’re getting from the other dancers. You couldn’t care less. Neither could he, really; how could he be anything but gloriously happy when you’re smiling like that?

You stumble into his arms as soon as you finish twirling, more than a bit dizzy. The two of you chuckle as he grabs you by the shoulders and helps steady you. It would be easy to walk away, to use your dizziness as an excuse to leave and avoid more awkwardness between the two of you — but you don’t. You simply grab his hand, pull him close, and continue on with the dance. He’s more than happy to let you do so. Right now, he’d let you do just about anything if it meant keeping that merry look on your face.

And so the two of you continue, laughing and spinning and swaying back and forth with your fingers intertwined and your eyes glimmering. A smarter person would notice the glares you two are getting from the Gryffindors that had snuck into the party. A smarter person would think about how bad it looks for a Slytherin to be dancing with a Hufflepuff. A smarter person would realize how incredibly dangerous this entire thing is. But right now, you two are absolutely dumbstruck by one another.

It isn’t until you unlace your fingers to wrap your arms around the back of his neck that Taehyung realizes just how much trouble he’s in — because when Jimin is right about something, it’s never good.

I’m telling you, his best friend had drawled as their group hurried towards the Slytherin Common Room, he’s falling in love.

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A/N: HOLY SHIT Y’ALL I AM SORRY THIS TOOK SO MF LONG PLEASE DON’T HATE MEI posted the last update literally two days before I started college and have had next to no time to do anything that isn’t school related. It’s been hella stressful, not gonna lie, but I think I’m finally getting the hang of things, which is why Castleton is BACK BABY! I sincerely hope you guys enjoyed this extremely mushy update (which you deserve after waiting for so long adjdjdj). The next update *should* be coming shortly. Please let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist — Rynn

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[ 12:23PM ] “You did what?” Yoongi asked again from the other line.

You did a cautious glance around you, careful not to make your voice too loud before you answer his inquiry since you were afraid that potential nosy co-workers will be able to eavesdrop. “I put a picture of the two of us.”

“Where?”

“Beside my monitor.”

“With only you and me?”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t speak for about three seconds, causing you to think of all the possible worst scenarios that could bloom from your confession in that short amount of time. “What picture?”

You cleared your throat. “In the steak house this year.”

Ah, the ever so famous steak house picture. When you uploaded that on your IG account, specifically as a story, you got a bunch of replies from mutuals, all asking if you and Yoongi were finally dating after being close friends for God knows how long. You couldn’t blame them for thinking in such a way, considering that your smiles in the photo were too big to not be suspicious of—not to mention your heads too that were pressed together as you sat side by side, actually waiting for your other high school friends to arrive in the restaurant you planned to meet in. Some may even argue that your arms were linked beneath the view of the camera or perhaps your hands were intertwined.

“____—”

“It’s just a repellant,” you assured him immediately before he could protest.

“Huh?”

“A repellant,” you inhaled, “you know… like something to keep other people’s noses in my business. They just keep on setting me up with this one guy in the other department, Yoon. I couldn’t help it!” you practically hissed the last part, finally standing up and walking away from your desk to have some privacy.

“So, basically, what you’re saying is—you’re using me as a cover-up boyfriend?”

You pursed your lips. “Yeah, basically.”

He snorted at the ridiculousness of your actions. “Why me? You could have chosen Taehyung. The both of you would look more convincing.”

“Taehyung’s seeing someone. I wouldn’t want to cause complications in case this backfires.”

“And you didn’t think that would happen with me too?”

“Well, it’s not like you’re seeing anyone as well,” you reasoned. “I mean, you aren’t, are you?”

“Nope.”

“See? How could you anyways? You’re a freaking surgeon. You have no social life.”

“Uh, of course, I still have a social life?“

“Just because you see inpatients almost everyday via appointments doesn’t mean you have a social life.”

Yoongi laughed, a low kind of one that inevitably makes a grin appear on your lips. “Keep that attitude up and I’ll break up with you.”

You raised your eyebrows at the retort, intrigued by his fast agreeableness. “Wait a minute, does that mean you’re okay with this?”

“With the whole fake boyfriend stuff?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yeah, sure. It’s just a picture.”

“And also fake relationship stories—just a heads up.”

You could see how he might have rolled his eyes at that statement despite only hearing his voice from the phone. “Okay, whatever, use me all you want.”

You squealed, visibly jumping and swaying side by side in giddiness. “Really?”

“Sure. Ruin all of my chances of ever dating someone.”

“Come on, it’s just going to be for the meantime—”

“I’m kidding.” He cut you off with a snort. “Dating is out of the picture too with my hectic schedule. So, do whatever you have to do.”

“For real?” you exclaimed again.

He laughed at your reaction. “Yes, ____.”

“Ah, I owe you so much, Yoon!”

He fondly made a sound of approval. “Treat me to dinner later for the first installment of your payment. I have some spare time.”

“Alright. I’ll treat you to anywhere you want!”

“I’m going to hold onto that.” He chuckled. “Anyways, is that all you called me for? I have to attend a conference in a few minutes.”

“Yup. That’s all.”

“Okay. See you later then.”

You nodded, the big grin still on your features. “See you. Looking forward to it.”

Yoongi hummed in a soft manner before hanging up.

As you began to stride back to your workstation, happy because of the success of your plan to convince him to agree in being your cover-up boyfriend, you walked past Jihye, one of your said nosy co-workers who seemed like she overheard a part of your conversation, smiling at you.

“Was that your boyfriend?” she asked.

You placed your phone back inside your pocket, a new type of giddiness erupting inside your chest. “Yeah.”

“Ooh, are you two having a date?”

You nodded in a seemingly proud fashion. “It’s just dinner.”

“Still, I’m jealous.” She sighed dreamily and teasingly at you, causing you to chuckle while she went on with her agenda before stopping by to engage in small talk.

You stayed in your spot longer than intended, thinking about the events that may happen because of your desperation to not be linked to that other person in the office—but you didn’t really care, to be honest, knowing that if it was going to be Yoongi, everything was going to flow smoother than reckoned.

At least, that’s what you thought.

note. just a very short drabble inspired by a scene in yumi’s cell ! hehe

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SAVIOR.

the one where it was either seokjin or jeongguk who was going to advance to the next game.

━ seokjin & jeongguk (platonic jinkook)
━ 1.4k words.
━pg-15
━ angst; squid game au; inspired by a tiktok comment i saw recently that i cant remember specifically where :<
━warning/s: taking place in the marble scene of the series so… character death obvs | also,,, my writing is rusty lmao so this might be really really bad and feel really really rushed as well lmao (i really just wanna post this so dont mind me yall ahsjsahsaj)

Jeongguk could only stare at Seokjin once the announcer stopped informing the players of what the next game was going to be.

He couldn’t determine what Seokjin’s expression meant; all he could see was how the guy’s eyebrows rose and how his lips somehow turned upwards in a slight smirk, as if he was actually amused by the unexpected turn of events and not frightened nor conflicted by it like all the people in this makeshift village were feeling after hearing about the mechanics of the next game they were going to partake in. But in the decades they have treated each other as brothers, worked together and trusted no one as fully as the rest among the crowd of strangers and desperate people like them in the four days there were stuck in this arena, Jeongguk no longer questioned Seokjin’s calmness with regards to what was supposed to take place in the next 30 minutes.

“What game do you want to play?” Seokjin asked finally, turning his eyes to him with a lopsided smile.

Jeongguk didn’t answer. His hands only clenched into fists.

“Should we just play the classic one? The one where we guess if the number of marbles in our hand are even or odd?”

“I want to choose another player,” Jeongguk said, his head however directed to the masked guard in charge of them and not at Seokjin.

As expected, the masked guard didn’t reply, didn’t even make a subtle movement of approval or disapproval for that matter, and before Jeongguk could decide to march up to the person and demand that his request be acknowledged, Seokjin weakly held his shoulder in warning, knowing that there was nothing they could do to change the course of their ‘fate’.

“Jeongguk—”

“We’re supposed to get out of here together,” Jeongguk explained agitatedly. “How the fuck is that going to happen if we’re supposed to be play as opponents.”

“It’s not like we ever played as partners prior.” Seokjin snorted. “Besides, you can’t honestly believe that, do you?”

His frustrated expression faltered, replaced with confusion and outraged at the nerve of being asked that question. “What?”

“We knew right from the beginning that there was only going to be one winner in this competition, Guk,” Seokjin explained with a nonchalant shrug. “It’s not like they were going to let us bag the 45.6 billion won as a pair. I thought you understood that when we went back here.”

“I did.”

“Then what’s with the showcase of attitude?”

“Showcase of attitude?” he repeated. “Aren’t you angry at the fact that we’re supposed to kill each other right now? Why are you making it seem like I’m overreacting and throwing a fucking tantrum, huh?”

Seokjin sighed. “We’re not killing each other.”

“Oh,yeah, we’re just letting the other get murdered, is that it?”

“Jeongguk—”

“I’m not playing this game with you,” he hissed.

“Well, I’m not letting the both of us get killed too.” Seokjin huffed, nodding towards the huge LED timer hanging on the wall. “We’ve already come this far. I’m not going to waste the opportunity of either of us joining the next round just because the situation isn’t ideal. We have 28 minutes left. What do you want to play?”

“There has to be another way, Hyung.”

Seokjin frowned. This was the first time he actually saw Jeongguk looking defeated and worried over the time they had to compete in this messed up competition. “Don’t worry,” he said instead, plastering another smile as he jiggled the black pouch full of marbles playfully to him, “I’ll go easy on you.”

“Don’t… don’t do that.”

“Does that mean you’ll go easy on me instead then?” The playful tone was still there.

“Hyung,” he gritted his teeth, more seriously now, “promise me you won’t go easy on me.”

“Alright,” Seokjin nodded and even held his pink out, “I promise.”

Jeongguk didn’t bother answering after that, just letting out a gust of frustrated breath as he felt that he had no choice but to comply due to Seokjin’s firmness about the matter.

The thing was though—the both of them always knew who had the upperhand when it came to games or anything in general, really. Right from when they were kids, it has always been Jeongguk who was hailed the winner or the best among the two of them; he was a naturally skilled kid after all, the type to always be the best in anything he pursued. However, in Seokjin’s defense, the reason why he lost most of the time too wasn’t because of the fact that he was bad himself which made winning easy for the younger man, but because as predictable as it was, Seokjin purposely didn’t try that hard for the result to be always in the favor of the former as well, something that Jeongguk only began noticing when he reached 17 years old and realized that there was no simple way in prevailing against him, ultimately causing Seokjin to finally fight fair.

That was why Jeongguk also didn’t want to play with him. He knew what Seokjin was going to do even at situation like this where his own life was at stake, and he didn’t trust him enough to not do otherwise.

“You cheated.”

Seokjin glanced up from looking at their palms, that same amused smirk conquering his lips. Jeongguk just guessed the right number group that Seokjin was playing with, wagering with an amount that was exact to it too. “Shouldn’t I say that between the two of us?” he asked, already pouring the last marble—the single only one that was left in his possession—to Jeongguk’s pouch.

“You… you’re doing it on purpose,” Jeongguk breathed out, his hand shaking and pulling the pouch closer to him in attempt to haul it farther from Seokjin, but he didn’t move it fast enough to prevent the latter’s movements for it to be of any worth. “You never play fair. I’m not a fucking kid anymore for you to do this to me—”

“I didn’t cheat, Guk—”

“You fucking did!”

“How? Can’t you see that you deserved this win?”

Jeongguk was beginning to burn in rage. Because of Seokjin, because of the stupid game, because of their choice to go back here, because of the reality of what’s about to commence—

“It’s okay, Jeongguk.” Seokjin interrupted his train of thought, hurriedly yet gently enclosing the small bag black containing all the marbles inside Jeongguk’s fist. “You deserved it.”

“What?” he exclaimed, eyes glaring at the older man, eyes watering at the thought of losing him. “How in the hell is this okay? Do you even fucking realize what—”

“—I do.”

“What?” He shouted in complete resentment now, not stopping himself from letting all his emotions out.

Seokjin smiled, in a manner that showed only sadness and annoying authenticity. “Hyung will do it, Jeongguk.”

“What?” he repeated for the nth time, knees seemingly buckling with his tears finally falling on his cheeks.

“LetHyungdo it,” Seokjin said. “It’s okay.”

Jeongguk couldn’t help but suddenly grasp Seokjin’s collar harshly, pushing him against the wall in violence that made the guard automatically point his gun at the side of Jeongguk’s head, an action that the latter didn’t care about. “Are you fuckingcrazy?” he snarled.

“It’s easier this way.”

“No!”

“It’s okay, Jeongguk,” Seokjin grabbed his hands on his shirt and forcefully removed it, “it’s okay.”

“No,” Jeongguk shook his head rapidly, trying still to stop Seokjin while he walked to the guard to present his empty pouch, “I won’t let you do this—”

“You won.”

“Hyung—”

“Hyung will do it.” He finished again, one last turn being done before his hands rose up to grasp Jeongguk’s shoulders tightly. “You won it fair and square. So, make sure to win the rest of the game too, alright?”

“Hyung…” Jeongguk practically begged, but Seokjin only patted his back and immediately showed the empty pouch he had to the masked guard to declare the loser of the game. He, on the other hand, couldn’t move his feet even if he wanted to; he understood that maybe this has always been Seokjin’s plan all along—to help him in the games but never succeed it with him.

Jeongguk felt Seokjin squeeze his shoulder again and he stared at him with bloodshot eyes.

“You did well, Guk,” he said, another squeeze until he retracts his arm back to his side. “Thanks for playing with me for the last time.”

As the guard lifted their weapon, Jeongguk’s gaze shifted from Seokjin’s face to the gun, the finger on the trigger being pressed in what looked like in slow motion.

Unthinkingly, Jeongguk ran towards Seokjin.

BANG!

The two of them staggered.

A long silence.

“Player 091, eliminated.”

THANK YOU FOR READING & FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED!♡(ˆ‿ˆԅ)

Pairing: OT7 x M!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

A/n: Wow, a once in awhile post? Maybe I’ll continue, it depends if I get inspired to write again!! Anyway enjoy!!!

Summary: Be careful who you love and be careful of others feelings, because in this world each heartbreak chips away at your emotions until you feel empty. (In other words, another AU similar to Hanahaki but not)

Prologue

The (h/c) haired man looked blankly outside the window, feeling numb and empty. There was no joy or sadness watching the birds fly in the beautiful sky as sunset, that he used to love so much, turned to night. There was nothing, and he wished he could hate it. But he couldn’t, right now he was just an emotionless doll waiting for a doctor to fix him and the man only wished he listened to his mom when she said to be careful. He laid down and closed his eyes to remember what brought him to the cold white room of a hospital.

The world was both lovely and cruel as humanity evolved where feelings and empathy mattered more than anything. People were more considerate on who they truly loved as they learned that each heartbreak will take away emotions from the person who has been hurt. Luckily, it wasn’t something small like unrequited crushes or small fights with a friend/lover or something unavoidable like death taking away a loved one. No, when someone you love and hold dear betrays you or crushes your heart and trust is when your heart is chipped, the more important they are in your life, the bigger the chip. Of course, the world has found a way around a feeling empty forever. If it’s a couple of chips then simple therapy and medicine will help heal you with time but for more severe cases and those who are completely empty, there is a procedure performed where doctors will piece and fix the broken heart but at the cost of the memories of those who broke it. May it be parents, lovers, best friends, anyone who hurt the person will be forgotten. 

(Y/n) learned to be careful from his mother as his father left them when he turned 5 and saw his mom become less caring, not completely but her love became less apparent. While his father was never there enough for (Y/n)’s heart to chip, his mother suffered greatly, she got better after a few years but she had told him to make sure that the person he chose to love was true and to never hurt them like his father did to her.

He knew to be careful who he gave his heart to but then in college he met someone who made his heart beat fast, Kim Seokjin, an acting major who was slightly older than the other. They hit it off when they were paired up for a scene in an acting class, and were often teasing each other and trying to get the other to break character in class. On one of their practice days, Seokjin took the other back to his dorm to practice where he met his 6 bandmates. The 6 were enamoured by the scene they performed and cheered for their hyungs. After that, the (h/c) male often visited the dorms to hang out and cheer on his new friends as they trained and debuted. 

(Y/n) found that hangouts were either loud and exciting as a whole or small group or a quiet one on one with a member. Of course, the male was never with one member for too long as another would join soon after, pouting (mostly the maknae line) and wanting attention. This escalated to a day where they all fought for (Y/n)’s attention and while the other found it flattering, it got tiring dealing with the same squabbling and confronted them about it. It led to the band looking away and turning red from embarrassment as they sputtered excuses. (Y/n) expressed his concerns of him not wanting to ruin their band if they’re going to fight because of him and he’s willing to leave them alone if he’s causing them too much trouble. They quickly went to him and tackled him to the ground in a group hug, yelling not to leave and saying it’s because they all were trying to court him and see who he would choose. 

It was (Y/n)’s turn to flush red and let out a small “oh”. He then started to laugh, much to the others confusion and hurt. (Y/n) apologized and quickly explained that he didn’t realize that they were actually flirting with them and felt stupid(to which all of them denied and said he’s amazing). He admitted to having crushes on all of them but didn’t want to choose and hoped they would rather be friends rather than someone getting hurt if he chose only one. They all cooed at his sweetness and shared a look and nodded. 

They said they’re willing to share if the other will have all of them and (Y/n)’s eyes widened as he asked if they were sure. The boys answered him with kisses making him laugh and kiss them back with the same enthusiasm. They were the happiest men in the world. This was it, this was love, it was all theirs to cherish and to hold.

Until… The love slowly disappeared.

Sequel to I know, You probably should read this to understand what’s going on.

Pairing: Past!Jung Hoseok x Male Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/comfort

TW: small unhealthy coping habits

A/N: Each side has slight differences in time period. Requested by @stan-joonies​, hope you enjoy! Thank you for requesting!

(Side: Hoseok)

Hoseok laid on his bed in his new apartment, staring blankly at the ceiling. It’s been a couple months since his and (Y/n)’s break up and in those couple of months so much had happened. (Y/n) had the managers change schedules so they wouldn’t see each other and even asked them to prevent any meetings and collaborations with him, he had to move into a shared apartment with Jimin and Taehyung, Mina and (Y/n) “broke up” but they still hang out and while Hyuna wanted to stay together with Hoseok, he couldn’t find the love he once felt for her or the strength to stay with her and ended their relationship after a month of trying.

Just thinking about it made him tear up again and he ended up scrubbing his eyes to try to stop them but it was useless as he ended up sobbing. He only stopped when he heard knocking on his bedroom door.

“Hobi-hyung?” A voice called out before the person opened the door and walked in.

Hoseok looked to see that it was Jimin and Taehyung. They sighed and laid by his sides, trying to comfort him with cuddling.

“Hyungie don’t you want to eat? Jin-hyung came over and he’s preparing some lunch.” Taehyung asked.

Hoseok shook his head and continued to stare at the ceiling.

“Please? You haven’t eaten a proper meal in weeks. And Jinnie-hyung wants to see you!” Jimin tried but was only met with another shake of Hoseok’s head.

Taehyung sighed, “Fine, we tried to do this the easy way. Jungkook! He refused!” He yelled. 

Hoseok looked at him in confusion before Taehyung and Jimin leaped up and wrapped him in his blanket as Jungkook came in and lifted him up.

“Hey! What are you- No stop! I don’t want to do anything!” Hoseok tried to get out but the blanket acted as restraints to prevent him from struggling.

Jungkook carried him to the living room where he saw the rest of the members waiting and sat him down on the couch beside Yoongi and Namjoon. Jin came in and put a plate of food in front of him before sitting on a chair with Jungkook. Hoseok freed himself and crossed his arms, pissed at his members for going against his wishes.

“I’m not hung-“ he said but was interrupted by Jin.

“Eat.” Jin said looking at him expectantly.

He shook his head so Jin got up and took a spoon full and lifted it to his mouth with a ‘smile’, “I said. Eat.”

Hoseok shivered at the look he was getting so he opened his mouth to have Jin shove the spoon in. He choked at the forcefulness but swallowed the food.

Jin rolled his eyes and offered the spoon, “Now do you want to feed yourself or do you need me to keep feeding you?” He asked.

Hoseok took the spoon with haste and started eating to please his hyung, Jin smiled and sat back down. It was uncomfortable as his members watched him eat and when he finished, he muttered a thank you and got up but was stopped as Yoongi and Namjoon took his hands and pulled him back down.

“We need to talk.” Namjoon said.

Hoseok shook his head, “There’s nothing-“

“Bullshit. Ever since you and (Y/n) broke up, you’ve been sulking. While it’s okay to do so, you’re not getting better and you need to stop wallowing in guilt and self-pity and try to move on because it’s affecting the whole group.” Yoongi said bluntly.

“Hyung!””Yoongi!” The others hissed at him.

Yoongi just shrugged, stood up and set a hand on Hoseok’s shoulder, “No, he needs to wake up. Us babying him and sugar coating everything isn’t going to help him. Hoseok, You need to move on and learn to forgive yourself.” He sighed.

Hoseok took a sharp intake of breath as tears welled up in his eyes. He knew Yoongi was right but it hurt to try to move on and he didn’t know how. 

He let out a small sob, “How can I? How can I forgive myself when even (Y/n)-hyung, the most forgiving person I know, can’t forgive me?” He cried.

Jimin and Taehyung moved and hugged him as he cried. 

“(Y/n)-hyung may not forgive you. But do you think that you wallowing in self pity and guilt is going to change anything? What’s done is done, hyung. You need to learn to let go of your past with him, learn from your mistakes, not stay stuck in what you could’ve done. Right now, he’s hurting as much as you are but he needs to heal from his hurt before he can ever forgive you and you need time to figure out what you need not what you want.” Namjoon spoke softly.

It was quiet for a moment saved for Hoseok’s sniffles. 

“I don’t even know where to begin with.” Hoseok said quietly.

The small response was enough to make the others smile, “We’ll help you. Remember you never walk alone.” Seokjin said with a giggle and earned collective groans and giggles.

Hoseok smiled softly. Who knows? Maybe one day it’ll be better and (Y/n) will find it in his heart to forgive him. But for now, he’ll make sure to become a better person, someone worth forgiving.

(Side: (Y/n))

(Y/n) smiled in his cup of tea as he listened to Mina rattle off about her new choreography that was a little too hard. They had “broken up” a half a year ago but said that they’ll maintain their friendship which they did well. He chuckled as she groaned and laid her head down on his dinner table and sighed.

“Anyway, that’s how my part of life is going. Other than that the girls understand why I’m uncomfortable with Hyuna and don’t force me to interact with her more than I need to, thank god, but she still apologises from time to time. I don’t think I can forgive her though.” Mina said, getting quieter towards the end and putting her head down on the table.

(Y/n) put his cup down and reached over to pat her head, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. As long as you could work with her, you don’t have to forgive her just yet. You need time, we need time.” He spoke softly.

Mina looked up and smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes, “How are you doing? Is everything fine with BigHit? The boys? You haven’t spoken about them in so long.” She asked.

She saw how his eyes hardened and looked away, “The company understands my problem with working with Hoseok and does well with keeping us separate. The boys on the other hand, I don’t really talk to them at all. The first couple months, they comforted me and such but at some point they would always want to talk about Hoseok and how he is when I don’t ask and some point I asked them to stop and that I don’t want to talk about him. After that, I just haven’t wanted to hang out with them because they would always look at me with something of pity and I know that they wanted me to just talk to Hoseok. I get that they want to help Hoseok and he’s their friend but it hurts that they forget that I’m their friend too and that they expect me to forgive him just so everything can go back to the way it was.” He ranted quietly but no anger can be heard only sadness.

Mina frowned at his rant. It wasn’t hard to notice how the other changed and it concerned her to a degree. He wasn’t as outgoing or as nice to people as he used to be. (Y/n) had become less trusting and closed himself off from everyone else, bitter at the world.  She remembered clearly when one of their other friends asked why he said that he trusted people too much and it hurt when it backfired on him. His fans noticed how his music turned into a darker theme than the lighter tones he used to produce, how his Vlives became quieter and less. 

“(Y/n)…” She sat up and looked at him, “Listen I’m not trying to be mean but you can’t keep letting Hoseok’s mistake affect you. You need to let go of your anger at yourself and him, not necessarily forgive him but look how you’re letting it affect you! You pushed away your best friends instead of talking to them. You used to be able to talk to people you had problems with and fix them, not run away from them as soon as you were scared of being hurt.” She looked at him with concern.

(Y/n) sighed, “It’s not easy. I can’t- I can’t forget how no matter how I tried to talk about my concerns with Hoseok and how he still-“ he paused, and tried to clear the limp in his throat that formed, “How it didn’t matter. How in the end talking and trusting got me nowhere but hurt.” He whispered. 

Mina went to where he sat and rubbed his back, she knew he still hurt from everything and it’s about time he confronted it. But she also knew that he needed time away from things that reminded him of Hoseok and asked their companies in advance for a vacation.

“Not everyone will do that to you (Y/n). You need to learn to trust others again. I know it’s not easy but it’ll get better, you’re right that it’ll take time so,” she paused to get something from her bag which got him to look at her as she pulled a plane ticket out, “Go take some time to yourself to find some peace. God knows I am.” She smiled.

He took a look at it confused, “But I still need-“

“BigHit gave you the green light saying it’ll do you some good to take a month off since you don’t take any breaks. At all. So travel for a while. That ticket to Hawaii is for tomorrow.” Mina smiled and got up to leave.

(Y/n) got up still stunned, “Wait. I-um. Thank you for-“ Mina interrupted with a giggle.

“No problem, think of it as a way of me paying you back for being my friend. Now go pack.” She shooed him before leaving.

“Oh and (Y/n)?” She called out before closing the door, “Talk to the other boys when you get back at least. Talk about what hurt you when you were with them, make them understand okay? You’ll at least do that for me?” She asked.

(Y/n) paused and nodded. She smiled before closing the door.

(Y/n) smiled and shook his head at her kindness. He went to his room and fell on his bed, looking at the ceiling before holding his ticket up to look at it, some time away will do him good.

He wondered what he would do for a month but didn’t let his mind wander too far, he had some packing to do. After all, he knew Mina was right, he needed some time alone to help him move on if being around here didn’t. Who knows, maybe he’ll find some peace being alone. 

A month later…

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Male Reader

Genre:Fluff, Angst

A/n: Thank you @ kurochan3  for requesting! I was going to post this on Christmas but was busy sorry! Happy (late) Holidays!

(Y/n) watched with a fond look as his love walked down the aisle with a dimpled smile, eyes warm and full of love. He didn’t want to cry at how beautiful the male looked in front of the others as the other stood in front of him and shooting a big smile before turning his back to look at the girl he was marrying. He Looked down so no one could see his smile turn into a frown and schooled his expression and looked up with a teary smile. 

As the vows were said, he closed his eyes and reminisced   his time with his best friend.

“When we met it was like a scene from a movie. It was fall and the leaves scattered on the ground, a cup of coffee in hand and I was reading on my phone.” 

A five year old Namjoon sat under the trees, busy reading a book his mom bought him instead of playing on the playground with others. A thermos of hot chocolate sat by his side, and he picked it up, drinking slowly from it, still reading and ignoring his surroundings. Namjoon didn’t notice another child coming up to him with a curious smile. 

“Hey!” The child yelled, startling Namjoon and making him spill a bit of hot chocolate on himself.

Namjoon winced at the heat while the other child quickly stammered out apologies,

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, I just wanted to be friends. Does it hurt? I’m sorry!” The child bowed.

Honestly, Namjoon wanted to cry a bit at the chocolate burning him but he saw the other tearing up. He quickly took out napkins his mom gave him and wiped his shirt and offered another one to the other.

“It’s okay. Don’t cry, look it doesn’t hurt at all!” He comforted with a smile.

The child didn’t look convinced so Namjoon smiled even more, “I’m Namjoon! You wanted to be friends?” He asked

This got the other to smile and nod happily, “Yes! I’m (Y/n), I’m seven. What book are you reading? Is it good? Is there a hero? A prince? Oooo what about a-“ (Y/n) asked excitedly.

Namjoon answered the questions with the same enthusiasm and the two sat with each other until their parents called them to go home. The two begged for a play date to which Namjoon’s mom was surprised since Namjoon didn’t prefer to play with other kids but because the two kids hit it off so well, she agreed with a smile.

“Our days together as friends, was amazing and you supported me for anything and everything and soon enough, I fell in love with you.” 

The two highschoolers talked about a book they read as they walked together to lunch.

“I’m just saying Joonie, you could write something better. You’re so smart that you skipped some years of school and your poetry and songs are so lovely and well thought out.” (Y/n) argued.

Namjoon blushed at his words and shook his head, “I don’t know. I don’t think I could stand writing a whole book, at least poetry and songs are quick.” He said.

(Y/n) eyes lit up, “Then, how about becoming a song producer! You’ll be so successful that others will buy all your albums and want you to write songs for them.” He encouraged.

Namjoon looked at him with thought and a blush at the amount of support his friend always showed him. He knew (Y/n) was genuine but also loved seeing him flustered so he gave him a smile, “Only if your beautiful voice is there to sing my songs then maybe I’ll be a producer. After all, I need someone cute to sing since I can’t at all.” He hummed.

(Y/n) turned red and stumbled over his feet and glared as Namjoon paused his walking to laugh at him. 

Namjoon thought he got him there but (Y/n) just smirked, “So I’m someone cute?” He questioned.

Namjoon choked on his laugh and quickly looked away but a hand took his and turned him around.

(Y/n) has a fond look on his face, “Don’t worry. I think you’re pretty cute yourself.” He said.

Namjoon blush turned even redder but he didn’t let go of (Y/n)’s hand as they continued walking into the cafeteria in a soft silence.

“You’ve always took care of me and showed your constant love for me.”

Namjoon sat in his studio, working on his latest song when someone bursted threw his door and hugged him from behind, “Joonie! The love of my life, my soulmate. I have come to make sure you don’t starve to death and overwork!” (Y/n) said with a giggle.

Namjoon blushed and laughed at the other’s cuteness. He turned his chair around and looked at (Y/n) with fondness. (Y/n) set the food on the table and tackled the sitting male and kissed him with a chuckle.

Causing Namjoon to laugh and half heartedly push him away, “Okay, okay! Thank you, my love.” He said.

“How’s the new song going? Can I listen?” (Y/n) asked excitingly.

“It’s going smoothly since I had inspiration. Here.” Namjoon said and put headphones (Y/n)’s head.

(Y/n) listened with his eyes closed and smiled as the demo played. When it was done he smiled at his boyfriend, “As always, it’s lovely!” He said and kissed him.

“Through our fights, we grew. Through the hard times, we fought together.” 

(Y/n) growled as Namjoon yelled at him, “All I wanted was to come home and relax with you (Y/n), and you come at me with all this bs saying I don’t love you?!” 

(Y/n) pulled his (h/c) hair as frustration and anxiety built up, “You said you would be here for dinner but instead you were with her! It’s been months since we had time together for a date because you’ve spent time with her instead of me!” He cried out.

Namjoon glared at him, “I can’t hang out with others now? God, you act like I’m cheating on you! Just for a couple missed dates? It’s like you haven’t known me for years! You know I wouldn’t do that.” He scolded the other.

(Y/n) looked away, “The Namjoon I know wouldn’t have been so condescending of how I felt. The Namjoon I know, would have noticed earlier how agitated I’ve been with the missing time. The Namjoon I know wouldn’t promise me dates he knew he would miss and would call when he knew he would and not make me wait hours alone at a restaurant! The Namjoon I know wouldn’t have forgotten our anniversary!” He whispered getting louder with each sentence, pausing when he heard an intake of air from the other and calmed himself.

He gently brought his phone out and showed the picture to Namjoon causing him to stop breathing, “The Namjoon I know wouldn’t have lied and cheated on me. But I guess I never really know you, did I?” He said with heartbreak.

(Y/n) walked to their bedroom and left the stunned male alone. He grabbed his bag he already prepared and passed Namjoon one last time before saying quietly, “The article said that you wanted me as your best man, to save you the trouble of the public questioning you, I will be just that. Just your best friend, nothing more and as your best friend, I hope you two will be very happy.” He said and left their apartment.

Namjoon fell to his knees and sobbed because he knew he messed up and it hurt because no matter how much he hurt (Y/n), the (h/c) haired man cared about and loved him.

“I love you, Lee Hyuna, and I’ll never leave your side.” Namjoon finished with a big smile.

After the vows, the priest asked if anyone objects to their union. People’s eyes turned to the best man, knowing the history between the two but (Y/n) just smiled and stayed quiet. The ceremony ended and everyone cheered as the couple walked out to live their happily ever after. 

(Y/n) clapped and waved as the couple waved goodbye. A hand was on his shoulder and he looked behind him and found Seokjin staring at him with a pitting look. 

He led (Y/n) away until they were alone, and pulled him into a tight hug, “We’re alone now, it’s okay to cry. You’re so strong, but it’s okay to let go now.” He said quietly.

Suddenly the tears he held back, leaked out and like a dam, it broke loose and (Y/n) held his friend with dear life and sobbed and screamed until he couldn’t anymore.

(Y/n) brokenly whispered in his friend’s chest, “Cheers, to those who moved on.”

His love married someone else and (Y/n) was left with nothing but heartbreak.

Nigerian Queen (bts imagine)

Anonie asked:

Could you please do a BTS imagine when they find out your Nigerian and their reaction to your culture?

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In relation to BTS and the Bighit company, i am The directors assistance for international affairs of everything outside of career but not in America. I’ve been working with these boys for at least two or three years now and kept up the most professional and casual relationship you could possibly have with with their fame.

Because they’re so interactive with the path of their career I’m often sitting in a meeting room discussing plans for the future with them. And while it all laughs and bazaar goes, they actually do want to see a lot of these girls go through. And that’s where I come along.

“ so honestly with the amount of saved up expenses we have you guys could definitely do a charity concert if you wanted to.” I informed the boys White have been away at my computer figuring out all the estimated pricing.

“ with the location of the charity concert play into affect into if we’re able to do it or not?” Namjoon asked lean over to look at the screen

“ Of course it does but really you Donely have to worry about the venue not really the country it’s in.” As I was disgusting logistics with him my phone lit up with a notification but of course I didn’t notice. Who did notice however was Hoseok, he grabbed my phone and his eyes go wide with surprise.

“Jasmine! You’re a twin!!” He shouts and shocks me out of my focus. I turned him to see the surprise look on his face as he stares at my screensaver.

“Yeah, i have a twin sister, you didnt know?” I say sarcastically because of course they didn’t now. I’ve done a pretty good job at keeping a lot of my personal life a mystery, just cause I was raised to not give out family information to everyone.

“ Oh oh let me see let me see!” jimin take the phone from hoseok and they all huddle over to she me hugged up with my twin sister back in our hometown.

“ yeah where I come from twins are very common.” I should drug and amusement while they stare in awe.

“Wait where are you from?” Namjoon asked with a tilt of the head

“Im actually Nigerian, more specifically the Yoruba reigon” i explan to them and collectively they all started with a mirage of questions

“Wait seriouly? How come we never knew you were Nigerian?” Yoongi concern was shared amongst the group.

“ I always wondered where that accident came from, but it’s hard to tell because you already have a accent from speaking a foreign language.” Namjoon noted and i just shrugged it was no big deal to me but i guess it was to them.

“ I don’t know I just never had the means to talk about my origin like that” you said causually. Just then, jimin Closed my computer and slide it over to the side. “Well the time has come that we learn how you are. You are our family” i chuckle, thinking that this was a Ludacris situation but everyone seemed to be on the same page except for me. So, I better catch up.

“ all right all right, I give. What do you all want to know?” I lean back and accept their plans.

“ all right that’s more like it, let’s start off with the basics. What. Is. Your. Name.” Seokjin starts it off

“ well for you guys my name is Jasmine but my birth name is Jaiyesimi, I’m named after my grandmother”

“ what about your twin?” Jimin asked “Sukanmi, or Kacee, im older than her by like 5 minutes maybe”

“Wait how did you find your way in korea then?” Jin asked again and that kinda stumped me

“You know, I actually dont know, I traveled alot once i finished college and some how ened up here.”

“You said twins are common in Nigeria?” Jungguk interjected.

“Yeah, it feels like ever other pregnancy are twins, my grandmother was a twin and my father is a twin as well.” They all they are in all like I’m giving them the secrets to eternal youth. Yoongi anf hoseok were gooing back and forth with the picture.

“ what about the food, do you know any recipes?” Jin asked

“ well, yeah, all the recipes my mother and grandmother know so it’s really just a call away, but I haven’t cooked in so long so I wouldn’t trust my skills at making a good meal at all”

“YOU HAVE TOO!” Yelped jungguk which created a snowball effect of them requesting different meals and dishes to be made. Luckily one of the members had a level head and save me from the chaos.

“Okay okay lets not get ahead of ourselfs though” Yoongi hushed them and i just sat there feeling awkward with being but on the spot.

“What about dancing?” Jimin asked

“Oh now i girl can dance, thats was like half of my childhood because my uncle was a musican.” I smile reminising on the old days i used to sit out in front of the house dancing with my sister and cousin as my uncle and his group play all types of songs.

Hoseok takes my hand and looks my in the eyes before saying “you just gave us some very interesting information here jasmine”

Uh no thats when i saw my mistake “oh i mean no no i can dance at all, worst dancer with two left feet. Nothing interesting there” everyone break into a roar of laughter at my fails attempt to save myself.

I just shake my head at their laughing, grab my computer again to continue what we were originally doing. “ come on let’s go back to making these yearly goals, you little pains in my neck” i said this lovingly ofcourse.

We soon got back on track after that, but little did I know they would be taking a lot more interest in me as the years go on in my employment continues.

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You know what I really like writing scenarios now.

Bai for now