HELL NAW IM ONT SERIOUS!! ya’ll thought i was that stupid.
but that was just to get you attention, so please stick around and please don’t hate me
So the series, it will be coming latter than i expected for the simple fact that i am actually writing a plan for the plot this time, (so this story dosent fail like the other ones) and i want to pre-write a few chapter just so i can have them all nice and queued up ya know
Now the main Character, last time i checked (and i didnt update it this but..) their was a tie between Tae, Rm, and Jin. who’s gonna be the robot? i dont know yet but im leaning towards RM and then like having Tae and Jin as humans but important Characters too. (if you feel other wise LET ME KNOW)
ummmm i think that is all i wanted to tell you guess and if you are new i highly encorage turning on notification for me because i am i slow poster. and dont worry i dont post anything other than content so my notification will not frequent, i just dont want you all to miss stuff
⨽ summary: everything made sense to you, until it didn’t. you expected the name of your soulmate to appear on your shoulder the day you turned twenty one. and on the day of your twenty first birthday, that happened, but instead of one name, there were three.
⨽ pairing: vminkook x reader
⨽ genre: fluff , soulmate au , slow burn (?)
⨽ warnings: none
⨽ word count: 1.9k
⨽ a/n: how do you actually play overwatch?
“And we’re here.” Jimin softly sang, looking out the window at their apartment complex. “Can you wake y/n up?"
Taehyung nodded before gently shaking your body. "Wakey, wakey, y/n.”
“Wake up, princess,” Jungkook whispered, tapping your cheeks. “Hm?” You groaned, opening your eyes.
‘We’re here, princess. You can sleep more in our place.“ Jimin smiled at you before opening the door once it had parked in the parking garage.
"We don’t need masks or anything like that?” You asked, rubbing your eyes, and they laughed. “We don’t really need to, but if you want to, take this,” Jungkook put the cap on your head.
“Let’s go. We don’t want anyone to see us or y/n,” Jimin chuckled before hopping out. And you finally got out after him.
“Hm, we need to fix the cap. Can’t afford to let anyone see you,” Jungkook said, coming out after you.
“Can I?” He asked. You weren’t sure of what he was asking permission for, but you just nodded, too sleepy to give it thought.
Jungkook smiled before pulling down the cap and wrapping his arms around you, burying your head in his chest.
“I’ll let you go once we’re in the elevator, okay?” He whispered while Jimin and Taehyung chuckled.
’Are they clowning me?’ You thought to yourself. ’Or do we actually have to hide from the public eye?’
“Come on, let’s go in."
—
"So this is where you guys live?” You asked as the four of you walked through the corridor. “Yup."
"I’ve passed this building a lot of times. It looks just as good from the inside,” you giggled. “You think? Ah, there’s Minho Hyung!” Taehyung smiled.
You looked in the direction where Taehyung was pointing. “Is that Minho from Shinee?” Your eyes widened.
“So you know K-pop idols?” Jimin chuckled. “I know some K-pop idols. I just don’t know a lot,” you huffed.
“Hyung!” Taehyung called.
“Now we actually have to hide you,” Jungkook said, pulling down the cap and pushing you behind him.
“Ah, Taehyung-ah. How are you?” Minho asked. “Hello to you, too. And the person you’re clearly hiding.”
“Hey,” Jimin bowed. “Uh, we’ll head inside and let the two of you talk.”
Taehyung nodded before turning to his friend. “We live in the same building and on the same floor, but we rarely see each other.”
“I’m guessing it’s because of your busy schedule,” Minho said, flashing him a smile. “Congratulations on your success, Taehyung-ah.”
“Thank you, Hyung. But I think we don’t see each other because of your schedule too. I’m pretty sure you’re just as busy as I am,” he chuckled.
“Hm, I guess you’re right. You guys are preparing for a comeback, right?” Mingo asked, and Taehyung shrugged. “Don’t know. Maybe we are. Maybe we aren’t."
"Okay. I’ll find out soon,” Minho said, winking at him. Anyway, who was Jungkook hiding?“ Minho asked.
"Ah, that’s our soulmate.” Taehyung smiled.
Inside their apartment, you followed Jimin and Jungkook to the living room.
“Why did you guys hide me from Minho?” You frowned. “Hm, because we don’t want anyone to see yet. Even if it is an idol friend,” Jimin told you, sitting down.
“Is that even a valid excuse? It’s not he’s going to tell the public who I am and what I look like. I wanted to meet him,” you frowned.
“What’re you? A fan of Shinee? Are you a Shawol? Jungkook asked. "I wouldn’t say I’m a Shawol, but I occasionally listen to their music. It would’ve been nice to speak to him.”
“You can talk to him another time, y/n,” Jimin said.
“Do you know if any other famous idols live here?” You asked. “When did you realise he lived here?’
"Actually, as surprising as it is, many famous people live here. Celebrities, actors, actresses, idols. You bump into a lot of those kinds of people."
"Really? Is that we didn’t need to hide when we came in?” You asked. “We didn’t really have to hide, princess. We had to hide you.” Jungkook chuckled, causing you to frown. “So you guys weren’t teasing me?"
"Nah, we were. You being half asleep made it funnier,” Jungkook laughed.
“We were teasing at first, but then we realised it would be better to keep you hidden from anyone other than us,” Jimin told you before flicking your cheek.
“I need to prepare for some questions,” Taehyung said, walking into the living. “Done talking to Minho Hyung?” Jimin asked, and he nodded. “Yup.”
“Anway, why do you need to prepare for some questions?” Jungkook asked. “Ah, I told Hyung that the person you were hiding was our soulmate.”
“Heh?"
"Yeah, now I need to prepare for the number of texts the other Hwarang Hyungs will send me once Minho tells them,” Taehyung sighed, sitting next to Jimin. “Anyway, what do you you guys want to do?"
"Hm… y/n, are you still sleepy?” Jimin asked. “Hm, not really. I’m actually pretty hungry, though.”
“Should we order or make something to eat?” Jungkook asked. “I don’t mind cooking."
"We’ve been ordering a lot of food this week. Why don’t we cook instead?” Taehyung offered. “Are you okay with us cooking, y/n?"
"I’m okay with anything. As long as I get to eat, I’m good."
"Alright, we can make Jjigae or how about Bulgogi?” Jungkook asked, getting up from the couch.
(Jjigae - Korean stew)
“We had bulgogi the other day, so how about Jjigae? Kimchi Jjigae?” Jimin said. “Come on, you two. Let’s go make something to eat.”
“Doesn’t it take time to make Jjigae thought?” You asked, following Jimin and Taehyung to the kitchen.
“Not if all of us help make it.”
“Alright, I’ll marinate the pork belly with the rice wine and ground black pepper. Jimin, baby, can you please cool the kimchi. Uh, Tae, you can slice the brown onions and mushrooms. We already have sliced tofu. y/n will help the green onions when she’s done with the base,” Jungkook said as he washed his hands.
“Princess, are you okay with making the base?” He asked you. “I don’t mind."
"Alright, let’s get to work.”
—
“Hm, thank you, Kook.” Taehyung hummed as he took a bite of his food.
“Why are you guys thanking me? You helped me make it,” Jungkook chuckled before picking up his chopsticks.
“What should we do when we’re done eating? There’s still a lot of time before we should take y/n home,” Jimin asked.
“Hm, we can watch a couple of movies.” You told him. “Or we can play some games.”
“Yeah, games are a must. We can play some overwatch or COD,” Jungkook smirked. “Ah, yes. I’d like to redeem myself-"
"You won’t be able to redeem yourself if you’ll play against him in Overwatch or COD,” Taehyung chuckled. “You’ll get embarrassed.”
“You think I don’t know how to play?” You asked, putting down your spoon and folding your arms over your chest.
“You sucked at simple arcade games, princess. How will you beat me in a game these two can’t? Any they actually know how to play it,” Jungkook asked, leaning forward and resting his chin in the palm of his hand.
“Fine. Jimin and Taehyung can teach me the basics of the game. Once I know it, I’ll be able to win and prove myself.”
“Let’s bet on it, princess. If I win, you’ll grant me a wish, and if you win, vice versa, okay?” Jungkook offered, and you hummed in response.
“Deal.”
The four of you finished eating rather quickly so that Taehyung and Jimin could teach you the basics of Overwatch.
They spent almost an hour helping you while Jungkook lounged in their room, waiting for you to be done.
“Good luck, y/n. Someone needs to bring this boy down for once. We’re rooting for you!” Jimin said.
“Do you think you’re ready to play? Or do you want us to help you some more?” Taehyung asked.
“I think you’ve given her enough training time. Don’t worry… I haven’t played in a while, so I might be a little rusty,” Jungkook said, sitting on the cushion next to you.
“Team, or do you want it 1v1?” He asked.
“Hey, how will team versus team be fair?” Jimin frowned. “Just play 1v1. She’ll use my account to verse you."
"Wait, but how will you play 1v1 using the tv? Doesn’t y/n need to play off another device? It doesn’t work like Fifa, where we have a player(team) one and player(team) two,” Taehyung said.
“I think they’ll have to play in the game room?” Jimin said, but it sounded more like a question. “Game room? You guys have a game room?” You asked, and they nodded.
“Yup. now let’s go so I can beat you!” Jungkook exclaimed, getting up, almost skipping away.
“How many rooms do you guys have?” You asked as you followed them to their game room.
“This is a three-bedroom apartment. We turned the bigger spare into our game room since we game a lot in our free time,” Jimin told you.
“That’s so cool,” you muttered.
“Will you three hurry up? I need my wish to be granted!” Jungkook exclaimed, causing you to chuckle.
"This isn’t fair! This is beginners’ luck! Let’s play for two more rounds, please?"
"No~ Our deal was for one round and one round only. We play more rounds for fun,” you told him. “But later, these games aren’t my kind of thing.”
“Well done, princess!” Jimin said, raising his hand to give you a high five. “It usually takes us a lot of rounds to beat Jungkook in 1v1. You did it one go!”
“Accept defeat, baby. Let’s just go and watch a movie,” Taehyung said.
“First, let me grant whatever wish y/n has,” Jungkook sighed. “What do you want to wish for?”
“Hm,” you hummed, rubbing your chin as if you were in deep thought. “I’ll think about it.”
Jungkooks mouth fell open. “Nah, you don’t even know what you want to wish for? Come on, y/n.~”
“What would you have wished for if you won, huh?” Jimin chuckled, placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.
Jungkook blushed and looked down at his lap. He had a wish in mind, but he wasn’t sure if it really counted as one.
“Come on. What were you going to ask for, hm?"
"I-I would’ve asked for another date."
"Of course, that would’ve been your wish,” Taehyung chuckled. “We can y/n out on a date sometime next week, Kookie.”
“Where do you think we should take her?” Jungkook asked. “We can think about that later. Let’s go watch some movies. y/n’s probably waiting for us in the living room."
"Wait, do we have any microwaveable popcorn? Do we have snacks?” Jimin asked, and they shrugged.
“We should have some snacks. Not sure about popcorn, though,” Taehyung frowned.
⨽summary: everything made sense to you, until it didn’t. you expected the name of your soulmate to appear on your shoulder the day you turned twenty one. and on the day of your twenty first birthday, that happened, but instead of one name, there were three.
⨽pairing: vminkook x reader
⨽genre: fluff , soulmate au , slow burn (?)
⨽warnings: none
⨽word count: 1.5k
⨽a/n: beginning to become a bit fluffy i think :)
It had been almost two weeks since you went on your first date with your soulmates. And the three idols were rather upset that they didn’t get to see you often due to their schedules.
“What’s our schedule for next week looking like?” Jimin asked with a sigh.
“We’re actually free next week!” Hoseok cheered, causing their eyes to widen.
“The whole week?” Jungkook asked, and Namjoon nodded. “Yup. I can finally spend some time with Jaymi.”
“Have you not spent enough time with her? Jaymi has been coming during practices, and you’re almost always at her place. I’m beginning to wonder how Dispatch hasn’t caught you yet,” Yoongi huffed.
“That’s because everyone thinks I can’t drive,” Namjoon chuckled before taking a sip of his coffee.
“Oh my gosh! Since we’re off next week, we can finally see y/n, too!” Taehyung cheered, clapping his hands. “We should ask her if she’s got anytime next week.”
“Have any of you guys seen their soulmate?” Hoseok asked.
“I have. I’ve talked to y/n too. The girl seems like a sweetheart.” Jin said, causing Taehyung to send him a glare. “Lucky. I was hoping to talk to her, but Taehyung ended their call before I got to see or hear her.”
“So her name is y/n?” Namjoon asked, causing Jin to gasp. “You haven’t told the others her name?”
“How long did it take for Namjoon to reveal what Jaymi Noona looked like? He wouldn’t tell us her name, either.” Jungkook said, raising his brow.
“I was shy, okay?”
“Why would you be shy off showing us who your soulmate is?” Yoongi asked. “I’d show my soulmate off.”
“As if. You’d take the longest to give us any information on that person,” Jimin laughed. “Anyway, why don’t we call y/n once we get home? Isn’t she in the middle of a class right now?”
“Yeah, she’s supposed to be in the middle of a Sociology lecture,” Jungkook said.
“You guys know her timetable?” Jin asked with wide eyes, and Taehyung hummed in response. “We didn’t know it off by heart, but we have it.”
“Is that not… weird?” Yoongi frowned, causing Namjoon to chuckle. “Nope. When Jaymi was still working time, I had a timetable of when her shifts were.”
“That’s flipping weird.”
“I honestly think it’s cute. I can’t wait to find my soulmate,” Hoseok sighed. “Me too, Hobi.”
“Wait, are we done for the day too?” Jungkook suddenly asked. “You know your soulmate’s timetable, but you don’t know your own?” Yoongi scoffed, causing Jungkook to send him a glare.
“I know our timetable, hyung. It’s almost always changing.”
“Yes. We have the rest of the day off, Jungkook.” Jin told him, giving him a small smile.
“Jiminie! Tae! Why don’t we go to y/n’s school and pick her up?” Jungkook asked as he checked the time. “If we leave now, we’ll get there just before her class ends!”
“You’re right. Let’s do that!” Taehyung said, getting up from his seat. “Let’s not tell her we’re coming. I want it to kind of be a surprise.”
“Look at how excited they’ve become,” Namjoon chuckled. “They suddenly gained all their energy when they realised they’d finally get to see their soulmate.”
The four other members watched as the soulmates grabbed their things and rushed to the door.
“Shut up, Namjoon. You were just and still are the same when it comes to Jaymi!” Jimin exclaimed before closing the door.
—
“Mingyu and I are going on a date tonight! That should honestly make my Friday ten times flipping better.” Yeonjun groaned as the two of you walked out of your Criminal Law lecture.
“You haven’t been able to go on dates because he’s been busy with work, right?” You asked, and he hummed in response.
“Yup! So I’m happy we finally get to spend some time together,” he cheered, causing you to sigh.
“I wonder when’s the next time I get to see the guys. As far as I know, we won’t be seeing each other for a while since their schedules are packed.”
“Ah, that’s right… your soulmates are flipping kpop idols…” Yeonjun muttered. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m sure you’ll see them soon!”
“Hopefully, I will. Anyway, what do you and Mingyu plan to do?” You asked. “Also, where are we supposed to meet Yuna?”
“Hm, probably a movie night? I don’t want much, hey… Just some time together. And uh, we’re supposed to meet up with Yuna at the entrance.” Yenjun told you, checking his phone to make sure he was correct.
“I’m so happy it’s Friday,” you sighed.
This week had been a bit stressful, and you just wanted to get home and rest.
“Friday~ Friday~ Fri- Oh, who’s calling?” You muttered. “Junnie? Be a dear and take my phone out of my backpack?”
Yeonjun groaned before opening your backpack and taking out your phone.
“Who’s calling?”
“Uh, Jungkook. Damn, you saved your soulmates with their names?” Yeonjun asked, handing you your phone. “Yeah… is there a problem with that?” You frowned.
“Pick up the call, sweetie. We’ll talk about this later.” You eyed him weirdly before answering the call.
“y/n~” Jungkook sang, causing you to smile. “Jungkook~ What’s up?”
“What’re you doing? Like right now?” He asked. “I just got out of class with Yeonjun, and we’re on our way to the entrance to find Yuna. What about you guys? Just finished practice?”
“Nope. We’re looking for you.” This time it was Taehyung that spoke. “Looking for me? What do you mean looking for me?”
“We were given the rest of today off, and we came here hoping to see you. We’re parked in a parking lot, where there weren’t many students around,” Jimin told you.
“You guys wouldn’t have seen me if you’re parked there. I’ll come there right now. Uh, how should I know it’s you guys?” You asked, picking up your pace.
“When we see you, we’ll hoot. - And I’ll stick my hand out and wave!”
“Alright. I’ll see you three in a bit,” you said before ending the call.
“Looks like somebody will get to see her soulmates after all,” Yeonjun teased, causing you to playfully roll your eyes.
“You looked so disappointed earlier. Thought it’d be long before you’d see those boys again, but look at you! All smiles and stuff.~”
“Yeonjun… shut up, will you?” You groaned, and he laughed. “There’s a lot more teasing to come, babe.”
You let out a sigh and shook your head. “Anyway, so what do you think we should get for lunch? Yuna- shoot! The three of us had plans!” You muttered before looking at your friend.
Yeonjun smiled. “It’s okay. You see us too often to turn down once in a while chance you get to see those guys. I’ll tell Yuna.”
You smiled before giving him a hug. “Thanks, Junnie. See you guys whenever!” You exclaimed before running out the entrance.
“y/n! There you are- did she run past me like that?” Yuna frowned as she watched your figure disappear.
“Her soulmates are here. So she’s going to spend time with them.” Yeonjun suddenly said, appearing behind her. “It’s hard to believe she was upset earlier.”
“What the heck, Yeonjun? Don’t do that!” Yuna exclaimed, clutching her chest as she tried to calm her beating heart.
“Sorry, babe. Anyway, Let’s go get food, shall we?”
—
“Where are they? Where are they?” You asked yourself once you reached the parking lot.
“Let me give them a call-” *Honk*
You quickly looked up, and in the distance was a black SUV with a hand sticking out of the window and waving at you.
“y/n!” You couldn’t help but laugh before making your way to the car.
The door slid open, just wide enough for you to get in. “Come!” Taehyung whispered-yelled, extending his hand for you to take.
As soon as you were pulled in, the door was quickly closed behind you.
“y/n!” Jungkook exclaimed, shifting aside, creating space for you to sit. “Sit here. Between Tae and I.”
“Hey, Jungkook. Hey guys…”
“Gosh, you don’t know how much we were dying to see you again,” Jimin smiled. “Mhm!” Taehyung agreed.
“I think our hyungs were tired of us constantly asking what our schedule looks like even though we know,” Jungkook chuckled. “Anyway, how was your day?”
“The same…”
“This week was tiring, huh?” Taehyung asked, and you hummed in response. “I feel exhausted, and I just want to rest.”
“Hm… do you want to go over to our place?” Jimin suddenly asked, causing his boyfriends to look at him wide-eyed. ’Huh?’
“Our plan was to go somewhere. But since you’re tired, we can just chill there. Unless you’re not comfortable with that yet…”
“Anything is fine. As long as I’m with you three… I don’t mind,” you softly chuckled before closing your eyes as you got comfortable. “Anything… is fine. As long as I’m with you…”
The three males couldn’t help but smile as they watched you slowly fall asleep.
‘You must’ve been super tired, huh?“ Taehyung whispered, gently moving your head to rest on his shoulder. "Mhm.”
“Is this okay?” He asked, and you nodded.
Taehyung hesitantly wrapped an arm around you before pulling you closer.
’You two look cute,’ Jimin mouthed before turning to the front.
⨽summary: everything made sense to you, until it didn’t. you expected the name of your soulmate to appear on your shoulder the day you turned twenty one. and on the day of your twenty first birthday, that happened, but instead of one name, there were three.
⨽pairing: vminkook x reader
⨽genre: fluff , soulmate au , slow burn (?)
⨽warnings: none ( i think)
⨽word count: 1.1k
⨽a/n: i kinda hate this part. i’ll probably improve it later lol.
“Tell me why those three have been staring into the distance with stupid smiles on their faces?” Yoongi asked as he looked at the lost looking members.
“They went out with their soulmate yesterday. I guess something must’ve happened. Like a kiss or something,” Jin chuckled.
“Reminds me of how Namjoon. He was like this when he and Jaymi Noona started going out,” Hoseok chuckled. “Yeah, but I’m better. This is three times worse than I was. Literally.”
Finally, snapping out of his thoughts, Taehyung let out a sigh. "Did I act like this when the other two kissed me on my cheek?"
"A kiss on the cheek!? Acting like this because of a kiss on the cheek?”
“You wouldn’t understand. It’s from a soulmate,” Namjoon told him. “And to answer your question. No. You guys did act out of it. A lot, actually, but it wasn’t to this extent. I think it’s because the three of you were already close before you found out you were soulmates.”
“I can’t wait to see her again,” Jungkook sighed. “Me too, Kook.”
“Unlucky for you, our schedule is packed this weekend and next week. Good luck trying to meet up with your soulmate again,” Yoongi grumbled, causing the three to frown.
“Yoongi!” Jin exclaimed. “What?”
“Don’t worry, guys. I’m sure you’ll be able to see her again soon!"
-
"So… how was it?” Yuna asked. “Yeah! I texted you last night. Heck, I even called, but you never picked up!” Yeonjun whined.
“It was good. Beat the boys in a dance game, but then Jungkook redeemed himself in a shooting game. I also discovered that they suck at claw machines,” you chuckled.
“So… did anything happen?” Yuna asked, wiggling her eyebrows. “Yeah, like a kiss or something…”
“If she kissed one of them, I bet you it was Jimin!” Yeonjun scoffed. “Just because she met him first doesn’t mean he’s the one who’s going to take her first kiss. I bet you it’s Jungkook-”
“It was literally our first date! I didn’t kiss any of them! Actually, I did… but it was on the cheek and…, and they had their masks on,” you told them as a pink tint spread on your cheeks.
“Now, why would you do that?” Yuna asked with wide eyes. “Why didn’t you pull their masks down, huh? At least one of them?"
"I couldn’t have possibly done that. I don’t even know how I mustered up the courage to kiss the guys on their cheeks!” Yeonjun let out a sigh as he sunk into his seat. “You’re hopeless. Way worse than I was."
"What? You had one soulmate. I have three,” you grumbled. “Such a comparison is unfair."
"When do you think the next time you guys will go out is?” Yuna asked. “I don’t know, honestly. The guys are idols, and I’m sure they’ve got busy schedules. It’ll honestly depend on the next time they’re free."
"Next time you go out, make a bolder move, babe. Like hold hands or- wait, did you even hold hands with any of them?” Yeonjun asked, and you slowly shook your head. “No…"
"Oh my gosh, and here we were thinking you would’ve already kissed them-"
"Come on! It was our first date. Why would you think that?” You groaned. “It was my first time going on a date…"
"Fine, but who do you actually think will be your first kiss-"
"We will not talk about that!"
-
"I’ve just gotten in,” you told him as you kicked off your shoes before closing the door behind you.
Taehyung had decided to give you a call just before you reached your apartment door.
“Good. How was your day?” he asked. “Hm, it was good. I didn’t have many lectures to attend today,” you said, making your way to your bedroom. “You? How was your day?"
"It was good too. We didn’t have dance practice today.”
“Do you not like your dance practices?” You asked with a chuckle. “Hm, not always. Sometimes it’s nice, but it can be really tiring. I just want to go on holiday,” Taehyung softly whined.
You let out a soft sigh as you plopped onto your bed. “When do you think you’ll get a break?”
“Not anytime soon. We’re preparing for our comeback… so yeah- Tae? Who are you on the phone with?” Your brows furrowed in confusion at the new voice. It didn’t sound like any of your other soulmates, so it was probably one of his members.
“With my soulmate- Oh? The one you just found?. Switch to video call. I wanna see her!"
"Sorry, y/n. Is it okay if we switch to video call? One of my older members would like to see you,” Taehyung asked. “Yeah, sure.”
“Hi,” you waved as soon as the call switched to video. “Hi.”
“Aye, look at you taking screenshots,” the male behind Taehyung chuckled. “Hyung…”
“Hi, there, pretty. My name’s Seokjin. Kim Seokjin but everyone just calls me Jin. Nice to meet you,” he introduced himself. “Nice to meet you too, Jin. My name’s y/n."
"You know, your soulmates were so out of it today. They kept staring into nothing with stupid smiles on their faces-"
"Hyung…” Taehyung interrupted, sending his friend a glare but Jin didn’t seem fazed by it at all. “Because you kissed them on the cheek. What made it funnier was all of them were out of it.” Jin laughed, which also caused you to laugh.
“Stop embarrassing us, hyung.”
“It’s not embarrassing, Tae. I’m sure y/n find it cute. Don’t you y/n?” Jin asked. “I do find it cute, actually,” you giggled, causing Taehyung to blush. “Awe, you’re blushing.~"
"Can you let us talk in peace?” He groaned, which only made Jin laugh. “I can’t wait to do this to you when you find your soulmate.”
“Pfft, as if I’d let you. Y- Jin, hyung! Where are you? I need your help!”
“Yes, go to wherever you’re needed and leave us alone,” Taehyung grumbled, causing you to giggle.
“Fine. It was nice talking to you, y/n. Let me do what this kid wants and leave you two alone. Bye, pretty~” Jin sang. “Bye, Jin."
"Flipping, finally,” Taehyung muttered before giving you a smile. “Sorry about that. He likes to tease us sometimes."
"It’s okay. Yuna and Junnie are like that too-”
“Oooh, who you’re on the phone with?” A new voice said. “I swear to God… why won’t you guys talk to y/n in peace?” Taehyung groaned, and you giggled. “y/n? Your soulmate? The one guys were gushing over? Oh, can I see her?”
“Oh my God! Remind me to never call you when I’m at the dorm, okay?"
"Okay,” you said with a laugh. ‘Looks like having him and the other two as my soulmates is going to be eventful.’
> content/warnings : mature language, explicit sexual content (fingering (f), unprotected penetrative sex -protect yourselves kids!), mentions of sexual acts, oral kink, toxic dynamic (they’re so mean to eo, idek why), e2l, angry sex, PINNING, nude, light dubconsent (they never verbalize anything so i thought i should add this)
Theme: Fluff, angst, friends to lovers au, coffee shop au.
Warning: Swearing
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Synopsis: Nobody really knows how Jungkook and Yn fit together like they do. It didn’t look like the healthiest relationship either. But who were they to say anything when the two of them shut down any mentions of not seeing each other. Will their relationship survive the test of time? Or will it crumble like a home with a weak foundation?
Synopsis: When Yn is forced to go to the hospital after falling down the stairs of her office. The doctor who was to attend to her was none other than her ex-boyfriend Min Yoongi.
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Yn turned over onto her back, her eyes still closed. She wondered silently why her normally soft bed was hard today. With another roll, she landed with a thud on the cold, hard floor, jolting her awake.
When the blinding lights of the room filled her vision, she suddenly regretted opening her eyes. She sat on the floor, rubbing her eyes to clear the sleep from them, oblivious to the drool on her chin. Her eyes opened in confusion when she saw the IV line on her wrist, her gaze following the line, attached to a bottle mounted onto an IV stand.
She sprang to her feet immediately, taking in her surroundings: the IV stand, the white bed, white walls, the hand sanitizer mounted on the wall, the white floor tiles, and the white blinds that kept the sunshine out.
A hospital? She guessed as she took in all the equipment, the machines that beeped every few seconds were a dead giveaway. Is this a private room? She asked herself, trying to find any clue which hospital this was when the door swung open.
Min Yoongi entered the room, wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope around his neck. He walked over to her side and encouraged her to take a seat on the bed.
“Where am I?” Despite the fact that she already knew the answer, she inquired. “Take a wild guess,” Yoongi replied dryly as he flipped through the papers on his clipboard. Yn racked her brain for the name of the hospital; she was certain she knew which one Yoongi had been working at, but her mind was blank, displaying only a buffering page similar to that of a 2004 Dell laptop.
“Did you really hit your head that hard?” Yoongi said what he was thinking, a little concerned for her safety. “Do you have a headache? Can you recall what you ate for breakfast or what happened just before you passed out? ”He questioned.
“My head hurts a bit, so for breakfast, I had cinnamon crunch with milk, and lunch I had a sandwich. Walking down the stairs is the last thing I recall,” She responded. All of her responses matched what her coworkers had told them, leading Yoongi to believe that Yn simply didn’t know where he worked and that her head was okay.
He was irritated that Yn had no idea where he worked, but he forced his resentment to the back of his mind before informing her that she was in a private room at Asan Medical Centre in Seoul. “Wait, are you serious?” She yelled as she struggled to get out of bed.
“Yes, seriously,” he explained, forcing her back onto the bed “You fell down the stairs in your office and one of your colleagues brought you in; you were unconscious for 5 hours; you will need to stay the night so we can run some tests on you; you will need to stay the night so we can run some tests on you,” he added. "Why on earth do you have no idea I work at Asan?“He demanded once he was done briefing her.
"I would have noticed if you hadn’t blocked me on all your social media pages,” Yn said after some thought. She hisses, reminding him why she was blocked in the first place. “I wouldn’t have had to block you if you hadn’t started tagging me in those dumb Facebook memes,” he retorted as he paging one of the nurses to come to change the IV bag.
“Is there something bothering you? Aside from your head,” Yoongi inquired, reaching for his fancy click pen, which Yn had given him in college. “You still use that?” She inquired, her gaze falling on the royal blue color of the pen, the brand name has faded over time. He calmly replied, “I started using it once I got my residence, now answer the question.”
To search for any injury, Yn moved her limbs around, starting with her feet. She turned them around to look for any discomfort before moving on to her legs, which were still perfect. She eventually tested her shoulders and despite her best efforts, winced in pain as she raised her left shoulder.
“Left shoulder, okay. Do you feel nauseous?” Yn shook her head as Yoongi asked more.
“Any ringing in your ears?”
“Nope”
“Is that gray hair on your head?” Yn interjected, pointing to a few strands at the start of Yoongi’s hairline. He dismissed her and instead scribbled a note on his clipboard.
“OK, so you don’t have any concussion symptoms, your hearing is good, and you’re not feeling dizzy and your eyesight is better than ever before considering the fact that you could pick out my gray hair from that far. We still have some blood work to do and I’m putting you on observation tonight in case any symptom pops up, you’re free to go home after that,” Yoongi informed.
He reasoned that saying anything else would be unprofessional of him. Heading for the door when, “Yah, why am I in a private room in the first place?” Yn intervened, preventing him from leaving. Yoongi replied, turning around to face her, “I figured it would be more convenient for you.”
“Bruh, do you have any idea how broke I am,” she grumbled, crossing her arms over her stomach. “I ain’t a hotshot doctor to be able to afford a private room in Asan Medical Centre,” she sneered. “Who said something about you paying?” asked Yoongi. As he returned to her side. “So, who is going to foot the bill? You? ” She inquired, he nodded, causing her jaw to drop. She was perplexed by his words and asked, “Why would you do that?” “What good is it to be a hotshot doctor?” He shrugged.
The mental picture of a very sleepy and confused Yn, with her hair all tangled up and a tiny spot of drool on her face had made him soft, and there was no stopping his heart from falling head over heels for her all over again as he walked out of the room, the smile he had been battling slowly crept into place…
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Yoongi peeked into Yn’s room after his shift, his shoulders slouching from the stress of his job. He had his coat and stethoscope wrapped over his arm, his hair slightly damp from the shower he had taken, his white t-shirt clinging to his body.
When they were dating, one of Yn’s ‘rules’ was that if he wanted to get close to her, he had to shower after returning from the hospital because she hated the scent of antiseptic. With the scent of antiseptic all over her, he wondered how she was doing.
He discovered her in bed, knees drawn up to her stomach, phone in hand, the screen almost brushing her nose as she mindlessly scrolled through Instagram. Her food, which had been left on the side table, had not been touched.
He warned, walking into the room, “You’ll go blind if you keep doing that.” Yn’s head snapped up at his voice but calmed down when she saw who it was. He drew up a stool next to the bed and checked what Yn had received from the hospital. Soup, kimchi, rice, and pickled radishes were served on the side (Yn hated those). “Is the food not to your liking?” Concerned about her dietary habits, he inquired.
“They don’t have any salt or spice,” she replied as she stowed her phone. Yoongi grimaced after taking a sip of the soup. There was no salt or pepper and was as bland as raw tofu.
“SEE!!” Yn screamed, delighted that she had been proven right, but Yoongi, not one to concede defeat, put on a display. “How come it’s so salty?” His face scrunched up in exaggeration as he groaned. “Stop acting, I can see right through you,” Yn said, raising an eyebrow to call him out on his nonsense.
“All right, fine, you’re right,” Yoongi conceded as Yn yanked the sheets off herself and reached for his shoulders. He thought it was strange, but didn’t say anything when she gently rubbed the spot near his collar, the tension in his shoulders dissipating as she applied pressure. He’d always thought Yn had magical hands. It felt like a miracle to have her hands on him again, something he had never expected to feel again.
“Can you tell me what I can do to get you to order me a plate of jjajangmyeon?” Yn asked. Yoongi thought, Darn it, I knew it was a trap, but he was too relaxed to say no. As she worked out the knots in his muscles, he melted under Yn’s touch. She was no longer connected to the IV, enabling her to freely move about the room.
“I knew you were only in it for food,” he chuckled, moving away from her to grab his phone from his coat, “What else did you think I was in it for?” Yn jested, playing along as she massaged his shoulders.
“Only jjajangmyeon?” He questioned, scrolling through the options, Yn looking at the phone from over his shoulder. “Order some side dishes too,” she added, Yoongi let out a groan when Yn put pressure on THE SPOT at the back of his shoulder blade, the sound making Yn blush. “Stop that, people will think we’re filing a porno,” Yn scolded lightheartedly, continuing her ministering.
“I don’t think we need to film any more of those, I have a whole collection already,” Yoongi teased. His gummy smile showing up when he felt Yn’s hand round his throat, threatening to choke him. “I think it’s the other way round,” he scoffed. His heart going into dangerous territory.
Yoongi remembered the night he had discovered Yn’s choking kink, it had been a very eventful night. He had just come back home from the hospital when he had heard moaning coming from his bedroom, he had walked inside, totally unprepared for the breathtaking view that awaited him.
Watching porn wasn’t considered cheating by Yoongi as long as Yn showed him what she was watching so he knew what they were getting into. When he walked in on Yn in his rotating chair, her legs spread out on the armrest, touching herself to a film about choking, he was pleasantly surprised. He went up behind her softly and wrapped his fingers around her throat, not putting much pressure. When Yn groaned for him, he felt himself harden in his pants and murmured, “You like that baby.”
“Stop imagining it,” Yn snapped, pushing away from Yoongi, “How do you expect me to just stop, those were some great moments of my life,” he chuckled when his phone rang. It had something to do with the meal. He went to get the dinner by himself, leaving Yn alone.
When he returned with her dinner, he delivered it to her before saying his goodbyes and preparing to leave. “Enjoy your meal and get some sleep,” he added as he gathered his belongings. “Where are you going?” Yn inquired. “Home??” Yoongi answered, taking his phone from the table when Yn stopped him. “Did you have dinner?” she asked, opening up the takeout box to reveal a generous serving of jjajangmyeon.
“Not yet, I was planning on getting some on the way,” He answered, waiting for Yn to say anything. “Then you should stay and give me some company, it’s not like I can finish all this on my own,” She mumbled. “You sure?” Yoongi confirmed, taking his place on the chair as Yn grabbed the chopsticks from the bedside table, letting him have the wooden chopsticks that the restaurant provides.
They both dug into the meal, savoring every mouthful. In the otherwise peaceful hospital, just the sound of them slurping their noodles and the beep of the monitors could be heard. The majority of the patients were fast asleep, and those who were awake were taking special precautions to avoid making any noise.
Yn was the one who broke the stillness by inquiring about Holly. He said, licking his lips to get rid of the sauce, “She’s good, I got her a ribbon for her ears the other day.” He was intrigued about Yn’s cranky cat, Buster, who had scratched Holly once. Yoongi’s heart dropped to his stomach as Yn replied, “We had to put him down.”
Although he was simply a large, sluggish cat who refused to get his butt off the window pane, Buster had been Yn’s pride and joy, her support system. “That must have been difficult,” Yoongi paused, unsure of how to express his condolences.
“It had to be done; he was in a lot of agony,” Yn shrugged, shaking her head to clear her mind. “How are the boys doing? I haven’t seen them since we broke up” Yoongi’s six other friends were the subject of Yn’s inquiry. He assured her everyone was ok. “You might see Jungkook tomorrow,” he said, explaining that he had taken the day off today. “Does Jungkookie work here?” Yn inquired, quite surprised by the information. “Yes, he’s an intern trying to get his residence, surprising isn’t it,” Yoongi admitted.
Yn burped after she finished her dinner, making Yoongi laugh at how cute she looked. Once Yn had freshened up, Yoongi said, “Ok, now that you’ve finished eating, I’ll go home, and YOU’LL go to sleep.” “You always leave,” Yn remarked, rolling her eyes. The words weighed heavy on his mind as he tucked her in. On his way out, he turned out the light and gave her one last look before walking away.
Yoongi slouched his shoulders again once he was in his car. The words Yn had just said reverberated in his mind. Since he had broken up with Yn, the words “You always leave” had tormented him. He had been in love with her, yet he was the one who had abandoned her. NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND, HE LEFT HER. It was painful to recall the details of their breakup.
Yn crying into his chest, asking why she wasn’t enough. Him holding her as fiercely as he could, not knowing if he’d ever get another chance. His cowardice had broken both of them that night. He’d run away from one of the most precious part of his life, and he still regrets it.
They had broken up because of him. Yoongi always believed Yn deserved someone better than him, she was too good for him. She had yelled at him when he had told her that. Saying that it was her who got to decide who was worth her time and affection, and if h really thought h didn’t deserve her then maybe he should make himself deserving, she had said that that was the solution for Yoongi’s thoughts, breaking up was not the solution, but he was stubborn as a mule, refusing to see how he was destroying both of them and everything they had.
And now here he was, striving to be less of a wimp than he had been all those years before. He remembered how enraged the boys had been when he told them what he’d done. “Have you gone insane?” All Yoongi could do was nod when Jin Hyung asked. Yes, he’d gone nuts, which was why he’d been insane enough to let her go. He had no problem admitting it.
He cruised around the deserted roads, far too late in the evening for anyone to be out. He considered calling Jin hyung for advice, but he opted against it because he assumed he was already in bed. For the rest of the night, he was alone with his thoughts, his mind eating away at him, keeping him awake at night, tossing and turning in bed, contemplating what they could have been if he hadn’t been a coward.
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The next morning was the same as any other, the only difference being the speed of Yoongi’s car when he was on his way to the office. The usual 60km/h had escalated to 80km/h and he was certainly a little too excited for someone who was going to be at the hospital for the next 18 hours.
He was walking up the corridor to Yn’s room after exiting the elevator on the third level when he heard screams. “MOVE, MOVE OUT OF THE WAY PEOPLE!” shouted Yn as Jungkook pushed her wheelchair down the slanted corridor quicker.
What the fuck!!, Yoongi thought as he saw Jungkook climb onto the wheelchair’s back supports, watching in horror as the two of them laughed and giggled their way down the corridor at full speed (which wasn’t much speed btw), completely disregarding the 'no noise’ and 'no running’ placards which were stuck to the wall.
He quickly stepped in the way, feeling a little sense of joy watching Jungkook’s eyes widen in fright. Bringing the wheelchair to a screeching halt a few inches away from Yoongi. “Good morning, Hyung!!” he said cheerfully as if he hadn’t just broken every regulation in the hospital.
“Can you tell me what you’re up to?” His gaze fell on Yn, who appeared to be having the time of her life. “Relax, Yoongo-boongo,” Yn remarked. Yoongi frowned at the old nickname, which he had pleaded with Yn to abandon.
“This is risky, you know,” Yoongi said, “especially since you wounded your shoulder,” He added, quick to understand that Jungkook had no idea about Yn’s wounded shoulder. “You hurt your shoulder?!?” the younger one screamed. Yn scowled at Yoongi for giving up that knowledge so easily. Yoongi justified himself by saying, “Don’t look at me like that, he was going to find out regardless.”
“Yes, but you didn’t have to tell him so early, now he won’t let me have any fun.” She whined, Yoongi scoffed at that, “he isn’t supposed to make you have 'fun’, he’d supposed to take you to get your x-ray done, it’s on the first floor.”
Yn pouted as Jungkook nodded at the instructions, pushing the wheelchair with Yn still in it towards the elevator. “Without the wheelchair,” Yoongi clarified, making Jungkook pout as well, helping Yn out of the wheelchair.
They both sulked like kicked puppies in the elevator and Yoongi could not stand it. “Ok, fine, take the freaking wheelchair, but just be careful.” he said, finally giving in. The two of them gave him bright smiles. Yn sat back in the wheelchair just as the elevator door slid open and Jungkook rolled Yn out.
They’re fortunate. Yoongi thought to himself as he went about his rounds that Namjoon owned the hospital. While Yn was getting her x-ray, he checked in with his patients. Yn had a good night’s sleep and awoke fairly early, according to the nurse in charge of her surveillance. She felt a minor headache, but nothing else was wrong with her. Only the shoulder was a big issue, and they were unable to determine what was causing the pain.
It took 2 hours for Yoongi to check up on all his patients and meet with a few others in the clinic when Jungkook barged into Yoongi’s office with an envelope. “Jungkook you can’t just barge in like that,” Yoongi groaned as he quickly gave the patient their prescription before sending them out. Telling the receptionist to not send any more patients, he turned all his attention to Kook.
“Now, what’s wrong?” He asked, spinning in his chair to face the intern. “Noona’s reports are here” Jungkook informed, holding out the envelope. “So fast?” Yoongi questioned. It usually took a day or two for the reports and none of the radiologists took Jungkook seriously, dismissing him as just an intern. He found it suspicious that they had given the reports back so early.
“Namjoon hyung was there for an inspection, he got it done when he saw noona,” Jungkook said with a cheeky grin. Yoongi nodded at the explanation. Namjoon always had a soft spot for Yn regardless of if Yn and he were together. He pulled out the reports, scanning through them. “Where is Yn now?” He asked, putting the reports back inside. Jungkook informed that Namjoon had taken her to her room, playing along with Yn’s wheelchair drama.
Yoongi rolled his eyes at that, but Jungkook didn’t miss the quiver of his lips. Jungkook followed Yoongi upstairs to Yn’s room, where they found Yn squishing Namjoon’s cheeks. Jungkook joined them, laughing, and Yn hastily let Namjoon free. “So, Doctor, what do you have to say?” Yn asked as Namjoon got out of the chair, rubbing his red-tinged cheeks.
“You must slow down with the usage of your shoulder. You appear to be putting a lot of tension on it; fortunately, it’s only strain and nothing dangerous.” Yoongi said, instructing Yn to apply heat and ice packs to the affected area. “Are you going to issue me a leave sick note?” Yn inquired as she got out of bed.
“Nope, you can go back to work just fine as long as you don’t do any heavy lifting,” Yoongi said, scribbling something on a piece of paper. “Yah, Yoongi-ah pleaseeeee write me a sick note,” Yn pleaded as she searched for the t-shirt she had worn when she had come into the hospital yesterday. “Nope, and are you really going to wear that?” He asked, surprised that Yn hadn’t called anyone to come to pick her up.
“Yeah, I need to head home,” Yn answered, gathering her things, “Wait, you can’t wear that, I have a spare shirt in my office I’ll get that,” Yoongi said, getting out of the chair while Namjoon and Jungkook exchanged knowing looks.
“We’ll get it hyung, don’t worry,” Jungkook assured, dragging Namjoon with him. The two of them got into the elevator before spilling the tea. “He is SO whipped!” Jungkook exclaimed, pushing the button to go downstairs. “So is she and did you know Yoongi hyung was footing her bill and he got her a private room?” Namjoon asked, amazed at the extent his extremely tsundere hyung was going to for Yn. “He’s pretty much in love all over again, and the nurse said that Yoongi hyung spent more than an hour in noona’s room,” Jungkook informed with a giddy smile.
“Jin hyung NEEDS to know about this,” Namjoon exclaimed but made no move to call their hyung, quickly going to Yoongi’s office and grabbing the gray FG shirt which was in his locker before going back upstairs.
As soon as the boys returned to the room, Yn grabbed the t-shirt. She hurriedly removed the hospital gown she had been compelled to wear. Yoongi was quick to respond, instantly stepping in front of Yn so the two younger men wouldn’t get a glimpse of his lovely ex’s exquisite body, and only pulling away once Yn was covered in his shirt.
“You didn’t have to do that, I was wearing a tank top beneath,” Yn said, tucking the shirt’s hem into the jeans she had worn the day before. “For safety reasons,” Yoongi shrugged, avoiding eye contact as though it weren’t a big concern that he was covering up his ex. Namjoon’s sniggering at the entrance went unnoticed.
“Noona how are going home?” Jungkook asked, checking the time realizing it was his lunch break. “I’ll take a cab, don’t worry,” she assured, grabbing her phone and keys from the bedside table. “I’ll drop you home, it’ll be hard to get a cab at this time over here,” Yoongi said, following after her into the hallway as Jungkook and Namjoon watched.
As she approached the elevator, Yn commented, not really trying to stop Yoongi from coming with her, “There’s a thing called uber Yoongi, I’m sure I’ll catch a cab.” “Jesus woman, will you ever accept aid without a fight?” Yoongi moaned as he snatched her wrist and brought her downstairs to get his keys.
“Aish is so stubborn,” Yn grumbled as she trailed behind him, her hand slipping into Yoongi’s. They didn’t seem to be aware that they were holding hands.
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“Jin hyung will be so happy hearing about this,” Jungkook exclaimed, watching Yn and Yoongi argue like an old, married couple while holding hands as they went to the hospital parking lot.
“They look cute, 10$ that they get back together by the end of the month,” Namjoon bet, moving away from the window of the private room. “Hyung, you literally own the hospital, I’m just a flimsy intern, how could you expect me to pay 10$,” Jungkook whined making Namjoon laugh as Yoongi’s car spedmout of the driveway.
Synopsis: Taehyung can’t help but find Yn adorable af.
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“Can you not be this cute for a second? I need to breathe.” Tae groaned, his eyes sparkling as he watched a very pregnant Yn cry over brother bear an old and honestly speaking under rated Disney movie.
“How could you say that??” Yn brawled, Taehyung reaching out to take his very emotional partner into his arms. It was silly, how the pregnancy hormones made Yn more emotional than Jungkook.
He had her lean back onto his chest as he wiped her tears with his sweater sleeve. Yn was seven months pregnant and very similar to a ticking time bomb. She had mood swings and she cried over the most trivial things and pattered around the apartment like a little penguin.
Taehyung rocked her in his arms as she drifted in and out of sleep. Crying had drained all her energy and now sleeping was important for her. She needed to regain all the energy she had lost.
She was having trouble sleeping, she always hated sleeping on her side but now with the baby bump, she had no choice but to do so. She wrapped he arms around Tae’s waist as he continued watching the movie.
Tae was glad that it was him that was at home and not Jungkook, Kook hadn’t had to face an emotional, crying, hormone fueled Yn yet and Tae was sure Jungkook would end up crying with her instead of stopping her from crying.
His hands were on her tummy, feeling the round shape of it, a soft smile taking over his features. This baby was a blessing to all eight of them and he was sure the child would grow up never lacking love and affection.
He looked down at a soundly sleeping Yn, a little drool dripping onto his shirt as she wandered in dreamland. ‘Gosh I love her so much’ he thought as he tucked a stray strand of hair away, making sure he didn’t wake her up suddenly.
He could hear footsteps outside the door and he prayed that who ever it was would not knock the door, he did not have the heart to open it if they did. He let out a sign of relief when he heard the sound of keys jingling, waiting patiently to see which of the members had come home first.
Jungkook peeked into the living room, his eyes easily finding Yn and Taehyung on the couch. “Does she need a support pillow?” he whispered to Tae, stopping on the way to his room.
“I don’t think so” Taehyung answered, letting Jungkook go to get changed and started on tonight’s dinner. Their menu had been limited in the last one month because Yn couldn’t keep even a small bit of any kind of spicy food down and yet she insisted on eating it because, let’s face it, she can’t live without spice.
Any kind of take-out food was banned by a very overprotective Yoongi who refused to let Yn even get the scent of any kind of spicy food, if they did order take-out it was in the middle of the night when they all knew Yn was sound asleep and wouldn’t wake up till morning.
Jungkook tip-toed back into the room, smiling when he saw the movie playing, “Did she cry?” he asked as he gathered the groceries from the bags h had brought earlier. “She did - a lot” Tae answered with a smile as he kissed her cheek.
“We cried together when we watched it last time” Jungkook laughed, making his way into the kitchen, the sound of dishes being placed on the stove top being drowned out by the hum of the T.V. , it was a good night in the Bangtan house.
Warning: Oral (m and f receiving), pet play, punishment, angry Dom Jin, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap kids :P), degradation, cum play, etc.
Jin doesn’t like being interrupted or spoken over, he definitely doesn’t like it when you’re being a brat and not shutting that bratty, spoilt mouth of yours. So, he takes it into his own hands to punish you and put you jn your place.
You die and death appears before you to take you to the afterlife. You expect a dark and cruel creature, like they tell of on earth but he’s actually….. a dork. He’s a pale, skinny kid with dark hair falling into his eyes, wearing jeans and a hoodie.
Genre: fluff, smut, angst, gore, mafia au, poly au
“Why do you keep lying?” he asked as he got up from his seat, he really didn’t want to hurt this pretty girl but he had no choice, if he needed information he would have to hurt her. She didn’t answer hid question, “is it loyalty?” he asked as he got closer to her, picking up the knife on the table on the way.
Synopsis: The seven most powerful demons in the world were summoned for the first time in over a hundred years only to find out that their summoner is a little witch who was being hunted by witch hunters. She seeks protection from them but at what cost?
“Why did you come to get me? I’ve been horrible to you” he asked feeling a pang in his chest remembering all that he had done to her, to sweet, sweet Ynnie who never saw wrong in anyone.
“You weren’t horrible Gukkie, you were just hurt, you didn’t hurt me or anything” she said, her eyes on the road, she refused to look at him as he spoke.
“Stop saying that, I put too much effort into hurting you for you to say that” he whined as un-shed tears pooled in his eyes,
Synopsis: When Yn was taken to the hospital after falling down the stairs of her office, the the doctor who was left in charge of her was none other than hen ex-boyfriend Min Yoongi.
Jin didn’t think much about it when Taehyung introduced Actress Song Y/n to the group, he wasn’t really surprised either, Tae had made plenty of friends during the filming of Hwarang including the wooga squad.
She was a struggling actress? Cool. She was beautiful? Cool. She was nice to him? Very Cool. She hung out with them often? Awesome!
But what happened when he comes to know her more, her pretty laugh and her pearly smile, her dirty sense of humor and the small heart shaped birthmark on her collarbone?
Will he bury the feeling six feet under? Probably, will he still shamelessly flirt with her? Definitely. Will he ever confess? Hell no!
(A/n: kinda bad, it was my first smau lol. pls don’t feel obliged to read it)
Marriage. It was the last thing either of them wanted, but with the pressure of society and family and with no better option other than each other, they get married, much to the delight of their families. Kindness mistaken for affection and hesitation mistaken for hated, how will this odd pair keep their marriage alive? Or will they give up and go their own ways?
Jungkook and yn meet in the oddest of ways and with their personalities so similar, it was hard to imagine them liking each other but als. God had other plans.
He throws them in for a loop and decides to keep them in there till the realise the very obvious hint he has been throwing at them.
Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating:All(Marked Chapters 18+) Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.
Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.
It had been a while since you stepped into Jimin’s work, that didn’t stop you from entering the place with a flash of your government card. Time may have passed but the odd plant or new coat of paint wouldn’t slow you down, it was like muscle memory. Your feet always knew where to go, navigating you like a GPS, your location, Jimin.
There was a certain level of sureness you held when it came to Jimin. Like magnets, you knew you could always find him. He was your longest friend. Silently hoping that he still continued to be your longest friend. Being without Jimin was like living without a limb. He was just there all the time. You didn’t know how to cope if for some reason he just disappeared.
Knocking on the door to his office you heard a tired affirmation of entry and you pushed open the door. The room gave him away. He had slept in his office last night, allowing the air to fill with his comforting scent. “You didn’t come home?” You whispered sitting across from him.
Jimin’s office was on the third floor and had a small view of a park. The sunlight would warm the office in the afternoon and you had caught Jimin sleeping on multiple occasions at his desk. He however looked cold, the clouds preventing the office from feeling its usual warmth. “We have had fights but you always came back or called. This time you didn’t?”
“I thought I shouldn’t chase something that isn’t there,” Jimin tossed the small chicken salad into the waste paper basket under the desk. His eyes kissed red and swollen. He had been crying all night. Dejected was his form, and somehow it felt worse than if he was angry.
“Jimin, I care about you a lot,” You whispered, watching him scoff as he sorted his papers. Your hands clutching the bottom of your dress hoping to control your fear. Fighting over one secret wasn’t how you wanted any of this to go and you would fight through your anxiety to clear the air. “I am figuring out that I haven’t been very professional and I am working on that. I also think I can’t live without you. I dream of my future and you are there, all the boys are there and I am scared alright, there is so much insecurity and uncertainty. I want to be a family, all of us. I don’t want to lose you.”
“I don’t think I can stay. If I am honest it is because I love you, I am in love with you and have been madly in love with you. I can’t remember the moment I fell, but I fell. It’s hard to see you with the other hybrids, to smell their scent on you sometimes drives me mad and I want to remove it.” Jimin ran a frustrated hand through his hair and looked at his hands playing with his rings.
“I don’t know how to be around you without wanting to be with you. I saw a future with you and it was only recently that I realised you saw your future differently.” He walked around the desk taking your hand, squeezing it tightly. “I won’t leave you because I can’t live without you either, but I can’t stay. I need to pull away.”
You hadn’t felt the tears until Jimin brushed them away with his thumbs, “Don’t cry.”
“So, you are giving up before you even try?” Asking the calico hybrid, the bite in your tone was anger at your stupidity, “I am dumb. I have been focused on starting this hybrid program since I can remember and have never thought about a real relationship and before you even ask, before you even confess and try to court me. You are just going to give up?”
“What do you want me to do?” He asked sadly, “If you ask me to, I will stay. but please if it isn’t going to happen don’t. I can’t take this heartbreak again. Don’t play with my feelings.”
“I want you to decide, I can’t tell you if we will be together or not, but we can try,” You expressed your utter confusion. None of your feelings made sense. You wanted him but was it because you wanted him, or you wanted love. Was it because you wanted it or because you knew he wanted it. Was it because you loved him, or because you were in love with him?
“I think it’s best if you think about it and give me some time.” He walked back behind his desk.
“How much time, you leave and maybe I might fall in love with one of the boys, or all of them,” You threatened, “You want a chance I can give you one but running away Jimin isn’t going to have opportunities falling in your lap, you are giving away opportunities to others.”
Jimin growled, throwing his chair and gripping his desk. “You are going to be the death of me. Yes. I want a chance,” He walked huffed shoulders tense and eyes locked on yours. “I want as many chances as you will give me, I want to prove how much I love you, I want to show you.”
Similar to Yoongi’s love languages, Jimin also enjoyed physical touch but where the tiger was satisfied with simply being in your company, the calico preferred words of affirmation. He didn’t understand or accept anything unless it could be confirmed. Scared to get hurt until you could definitely confirm he would have a chance.
This was his chance, you stood up walking to the edge of his desk. “Jimin, I want you to kiss me,” he turned, sweeping his lean muscular arms around your waist pressing you against the cabinet. Lips crashing against yours with unbridled passion, aggressive yet not overbearing. Jimin knew you, he knew exactly what you wanted at that moment and he didn’t hold back. His hands clutched your waist bunching up the fabric of your dress, as yours gripped his hair. Some small portion of your heart knew about these feelings shared between you but they were always overlooked and the opportunities had been missed.
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Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating:All(Marked Chapters 18+) Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.
Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.
Authors note: Something I wanted to explain in my story is that everyone is consenting and their decisions are not influenced by their heats/ruts. I also would like to explain that the reader has never considered herself a mother figure to these boys nor has she treated them like children. Everyone is an adult and the reader’s endearment towards the boys is one you could hold for literally anyone (best friend, colleague, neighbor), but leaning more towards romantic love. I just want to clear this up that in no way was the reader a caregiver in the sense that she owns them. They are all very smart adults that were all willing participants (given the option to be a part of the program) and they have been given human independence by the reader. This makes the dynamic more like room-mates/ colleagues.
I just want to stress that all smut chapters will be marked so those can be skipped and you won’t miss out on the storyline/progression. On top of that, as Hybrid based stories have elements of influenced minds by heats/ruts, this will not be like that. Everything is consensual and trust is built beforehand with each person. I want this to be as clear as possible in their intentions. I also discuss the dynamics of the animal aspects of their DNA and the idea of marking but I also make it a choice not a claim.
There was something wholesome about your dream. The way you all seemed so happy and comfortable. Dream analysis and psychology weren’t your majors, fortunately, there was someone in the house who had that covered. Feet padding softly against the floor, the crisp morning air pinched your skin. With each step, you listened for each hybrid moving about the house.
Only upon breathing in their mingling scents did the happenings of last night return afresh in your mind. Jimin was absent, the sweet saccharin missing from the symphonic aroma the boys created. Knocking on the door to Yoongi’s room, waiting patiently for his confirmation to enter. It was important to give the boys their privacy, hybrids safe spaces or nests were not to be entered on a whim. The wrong scent could have Yoongi feeling hostile, undoing all the progress you had built and all the trust you shared.
Staring at the door you felt a little odd, looking left and then right. Trying to catch the scent or sound of the white tiger. Eyes tracing the grain of the wooden door, you sharpened your senses.
“There’s a RI-bbon in the sky that I LoooOOoOoOoOve,” Namjoon was singing in the shower. It was hard to hear anything but his beautiful rendition of Stevie Wonder’s ‘Ribbon in the sky’. The door to the bathroom opened, his voice travelling stronger before the door closed muffling his vocals slightly.
“Is this the lineup for my room?” Yoongi asked, startled you almost leaped out of your skin, turning to see the playful swish of Yoongi’s tail and flicker of his ears. He was in a good mood. He dried his hands on his sweater, “I swear every time I need to go to the bathroom, Namjoon is in the shower singing something horrendous.”
“I like it, I read somewhere that when people sing to themselves it usually means they are comfortable in their surroundings,” Your soft smile grew when Yoongi reached around your waist to open the door he gently headbutted your shoulder, his tail sliding against you as he passed. Once in his room he turned and extended his arm in invitation. “I like the way Namjoon sings, it’s passionate and confident. It’s not bad, just kind of clumsy like him. When he doesn’t think too much about it, I think he sings the best.”
Yoongi sat on his computer chair crossing his legs, his arms stretched down so his fists rested against his legs in a very cat-like pose. You saw his ears twitch and the smooth flicker of his tail, he was content and curious. Yoongi, a man whose love languages included quality time and physical touch. Every interaction was important to him. That’s why you always gave him your undivided attention.
Licking your lips you picked a few non-existent pieces of lint from his charcoal bedspread. “I had a question to ask you about a dream, I know you don’t really do dreams but I thought you are the closest person I could speak to about it.” Looking up the long swish of his tail really showed off his curiosity, he unfolded his legs and brought each foot down softly on the carpet. Each step is slow and deliberate, Yoongi was never one to expel unnecessary energy.
He crawled onto the bed before flipping himself over onto his back, the black shirt he was wearing had lifted slightly exposing his tiny soft belly. You wanted to touch it. To pat the young hybrids’ belly. His smirk and the rapid swish of his tail on the bed gave away his trap. He was VERY playful today.
“Tell me about your dream?” He smiled, patting the bed beside him. This was a genuine offer -you hoped- so you didn’t hesitate -as much- to lay down beside him. When he didn’t pounce on top of you and playfully tickle, a sigh of relief left your lips. It was hard for hybrids to expose their vulnerable and vital organs; the throat, chest, and stomach were the most notable. So laying on your back side by side was a little unnerving.
“It feels a bit like wishful thinking, that maybe I am hoping we will still be together as a family in the future,” Premising your dream with a bit of a laugh as if trying to downplay the seriousness of that statement. Relaying the dream Yoongi hummed listening.
“I think you answered your own question before you told me the dream, you are dreaming about your future and what you desire it to be.” He smiled rolling into your side, his face pressed against your neck. In the time it took Yoongi’s nose to touch your skin, breathe stolen as your heart hammered in your chest. This was quite a position to be in, he was implying his dominance in such a gentle way.
Yoongi was non-confrontational and so it was cute to see him test the waters and your limits with such gentle gestures. He wasn’t asserting himself, not claiming to be superior or better. Often this action was mistaken by people as a claiming of ownership but it was clear between Yoongi and yourself that this was not the case.
Yoongi was implying subtly leaving room for denial of his request, he was asking if he could kill you, not that he would. He was asking whether you would fight back and challenge his authority, would you be in charge or would he. The animal kingdom was a hierarchy and the animal DNA running through both your veins demanded this hierarchy.
Flipping Yoongi underneath you. Sitting on his waist and pressing your lips softly to his throat, you breathed in his scent. The dynamic still wasn’t decided, as you weren’t ready to make that decision and he could see that. He didn’t growl or sneer, he just smiled wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest.
“From the way you described you see some of us platonically and some of us romantically, there are a lot of dream interpretations and theories. Freud and Jung both had differing opinions. Freud thought that the adaptive advantage to dreams was to distract us and thereby keep us asleep. Whereas Jung thought we need to sleep in order to dream and dreaming serves multiple functions. I think what is most important to take away from this dream is how you felt, you said it was a nice sweet dream, and everyone felt comfortable and there was love in many forms between everyone. I can’t tell you what the dream means, but I can tell you, that how you feel towards the dream gives insight to what you want in life and how you feel about us.”
“Oh,” You felt kind of silly how obvious his statements were, you really had enjoyed the dream. It was only right that you desired to be together in the future. As for the relationship dynamic. He was right as well, there were some boys you felt stronger feelings for, a notion that you should try to connect a little more to the others.
Hoseok seemed to come to mind, his hybrid breed not one you were used to or had a lot of information on. That and his constant happy vibes meant even the shortest interactions left you believing he was in good spirits. You hadn’t been neglecting him but you could definitely pay him a little more attention.
“As long as whilst you’re awake the dream still seems sweet and beautiful then I can tell you that your unconscious mind is more honest with her feelings than your waking self.” Yoongi softly added his chest rumbling with the smallest of purrs, gently radiating into your chest.
Sitting up you saw his eyes slowly close for a moment, before slowly opening as if fighting sleep. An action Jimin did often, he always said it was because he was tired. You thought perhaps it was just a cat thing, maybe a little research on the hybrids would do you some good. “You get some sleep, I have a lot of thinking and I need to have a conversation with Jimin.” Sliding out of the bed you heard Yoongi laugh.
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Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating:All(Marked Chapters 18+) Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.
Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.
Authors note: Sorry if the last chapter felt rushed. I was told it seemed a little rushed.
Seokjin catches your hand before you leave the garage pressing his lips softly to yours, his hands running through your hair. Fingers brushing against your ears, you felt your tail curl around to brush against his and he didn’t flinch. Massaging your ears softly makes you whine softly enjoying the feeling.
“What had I been scared of, you aren’t scary.” Seokjin said, brushing his lips against your jaw and breathing against your ear, “I never knew you would be this cute when you submit to me.”
He nibbled on your ear and pulled back with a brilliant smile, “Eyes blown and lips swollen, you are a vixen” he paused pulling your hand up to kiss the back of your hand. His eyes reserved closing over the emotion that had been their moments after breaking the kiss. “Unfortunately, I am not the only one who feels this way so I will fight fair and give you the choice.”
Confused about what he meant by, not the only one. You knew the boys were affectionate but none of them had expressed feelings as fervid as this. They were all soft and gentle like they enjoyed your company and your guidance as an owner. Right?
Never had you tried to influence their feelings or falsify your own. Always telling yourself you were being professional. Of course, now seeing how you had overstepped so many boundaries. If you had truly been professional in maintaining a business environment you wouldn’t have climbed into their beds.
Cuddling wasn’t on the recommended list of things one does to establish good work relationships, this was all your fault. Too many lines had been blurred.
Walking into the living room you saw Felix there with the boys, Taehyung and Jungkook engulfing you in a hug. “We don’t care, please don’t kick us out, we all love it here and you have done so much for us and we want to make your dream come true. We love you and can’t live without you.”
“Felix explained everything thoroughly, we are sorry you had to go through all that on your own.” Yoongi smiled softly from the couch, “I am happy to listen and talk more about it whenever you want, you have helped me so much and this is exactly what I want to do. I want to help, I never want people to feel alone. We all agreed that what you are doesn’t matter to us.”
Hoseok pulled you into a hug, “Even though my instincts say not to trust a Fox or any other predator, I trust you and everyone in this house with my life and I love the family we have created.”
“I think I have made a mistake.” You whispered, “I think I was trying to make you all feel at home and loved, safe, and build a relationship of trust. I hope you all feel that way but, I also realized that it isn’t very professional of me and I can’t have every hybrid I work with grow attached to me. Did I lead everyone on?”
“Not exactly, judging by your reaction you had no clue meaning your intentions weren’t negative. Your intentions weren’t to manipulate us. You are correct, you should in fact learn to detach somewhat, especially if you will be working with many more hybrids like ourselves in the future.” Namjoon explained shuffling his feet, “That being said, I believe we all respect you greatly, and whether our feelings are for you as a person or as a savior we are yet to find out.”
“Please don’t leave us,” Jungkook said softly, “We won’t bother you, just let us stay.”
“I don’t want you to be conditioned to think I am perfect, I don’t want you to think you have to like me because I took you in. I just want to help. You become independent so you can grow and work and have your own families.”
“But I don’t want another family.” Jungkook huffed, “I want this family, it’s all I know.”
“Jungkook, I-” Taking a deep breath you hummed, “I think we have gotten very close and I think we need to take some time to really think about things. It feels like Stockholm syndrome, and I am not just talking about you, I am talking about myself.”
“I am attached to all of you, I am growing too attached that I don’t see myself in the future without you. I was thinking about the future of the program and I just assumed you would all be working alongside me and we could come home together.” You rubbed your forehead, a tension headache blooming across your skull.
“I can’t tie you down because I want you to stay with me, not when you don’t know me properly, my bad habits and pet peeves. We are in an ideal situation where money is no issue and we are practically living a never-ending vacation. It can’t all be good things. There has to be trials and tribulations, we have to see each other fall apart and learn to mend one another to know if we should be in it for the long run.”
“I think that is really wise, and some really great points,” Yoongi said, placing his hand on Jungkook’s head pulling it onto his shoulder, “From what I gathered it isn’t a rejection, it is the foundations of a plan for the future.”
“It still hurts,” Jungkook’s lip was jutted out as he sniffled into Yoongi’s collar, “It hurts so much Hyung, my chest is tight.”
“It will hurt,” Yoongi said, “Let me pour you your first drink. It will help you let it out.”
“I will take a drink.” Seokjin smiled, “Something to ease the tension.”
Hoseok looked at you and gave you a hug, “they will be okay, you have been doing an amazing job, of course, it’s an uncomfy feeling but you have given us more than just your friendship and respect, you have given us each other, never forget that without all this and your passion we seven would never have met, successfully cohabitated or become friends.”
“You gave me friends,” Taehyung smiled, his tail hanging eyes shaded by his fringe “a purpose, even though grandpa was supportive of my decisions I have more freedom, a goal, a future beyond the limited time I had with grandpa, You gave me brothers, I didn’t know I wanted or needed. Most importantly you made me feel like I was worth something, that I was special and I could reach my dreams. You made me feel loved. Even if you don’t feel that way truly towards me, it was still nice to experience that feeling for the first time.”
“You gave us a safe environment to explore feelings we never expected to feel. I thought love was stupid and debilitating. I thought everyone was stupid and all that mattered was my books, and studies, I was searching for something, learning and absorbing everything I could to fill the void. But no matter how smart I was, I never realized that what I was looking for was a simple feeling I had looked down on. I have filled some of the voids, because not only did I find romantic love, I found platonic love. Even the slight tension of heartbreak is a feeling I had never felt.”
Namjoon was deep in thought before adding, “I don’t know when I shut off my emotions but, I had become a mannequin, a shell of a person with no objective. Now I have grown branches, flourishing relationships, and strong bonds deep in this earth. I have a function, a value in life.”
“You are all getting really deep,” Felix said, “It is strange but I admire your courage to talk about these things with one another. I want to know as your dad, that I approve of these boys and any of them would make a good son-in-law. If you were to ever wish for a relationship with any or every one of them I approve.”
Felix’s eyes sparkled mischievously, “I mean, maybe it’s because your dad has been through a lot, seen a lot in life, maybe you can call me hip, or open-minded but why limit yourself to one person. Something I have learned through my many hundreds of years is that we can love many people at once and as long as everyone is on the same page honest, trusting and comfortable. Of course, respecting people’s boundaries and capacity to love others is important.”
“Maybe it is my experience talking but I can see these foundations amongst you all, the bonds you all share are strong and everyone is caring and respectful towards one another. I think definitely letting yourselves grow is important. This house is your safe place and the open communication really allows for everyone to explore?”
Felix left after his small speech, kissing your cheek and whispering how you looked like you didn’t want to choose. All stunned at his proposition, Yoongi agreed, “He has a point having more partners means more people to share your troubles with, more personalities to mesh with, if you don’t like someone’s hobby, there is someone else in the group who might like the same thing saving you from something you dislike.”
“Of course, there are always pros and cons to everything.” Namjoon reiterated, “We could discuss it one day if things seemed to go that way but again for now we should all focus on the program, just long enough to allow everyone to think seriously about their feelings as unbiased as possible.
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You apologized to Seokjin that you couldn’t sleep in his bed tonight and he smiled, “That’s okay, I feel like I have received enough comfort and attention.”
Assuming he was talking about the kisses the two of you had exchanged in the car and garage away from prying eyes. Mind reeling, did you truly have these feelings for them, or was it manifested from the program? Did you truly like them or did you like the attention? Did you love them or was it the idea of love that you loved more?
Laying on Jimin’s bed, his things packed ready to move into Hoseok’s room, your things in the corner ready for you to take the room for yourself. Thoughts of your best friend, you hadn’t seen it but you wondered if he loved you like the other hybrids. He had been jealous of the other’s affection but you had felt that before when he would talk about his hybrid friends growing up. Never wanting to be left behind or replaced. Never wanting to lose him. Pressing your face in his pillow the subtle scent of his hair products eased you like he was there beside you.
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Carrying groceries into the house together. The seven bustling to help put things away in the kitchen. They seemed more confident, more mature and you couldn’t help but blush as they grazed past you, pheromones mingling in the space naturally, letting each other feel safe and loved. There was no need to control their pheromones as they had become comfortable with one another. It was more natural for hybrids to communicate in such a way, you even found yourself letting your feelings show this way.
“We have work tomorrow,” Namjoon smiled, almost dropping the eggs as he carried them to the fridge, “The new intake of hybrids is coming in, which means we have a lot of paperwork and emotions to deal with.”
“I can’t wait to see them, they are always so small?” Jimin giggled “Reminds me of when Jungkook started university.”
“He was still big back then, too muscly.” Hoseok joked poking Jungkook’s abs making the younger man giggle.
“They grow up quickly though, last year’s graduates are out in the workforce now.” Seokjin smiled softly, taking the eggs from Namjoon before they were broken. “I saw Soobin, the bunny hybrid who graduated last year, is doing really well. He opened a bakery.”
You went to your room and Taehyung poked his head in. He saw you working and borrowed a moment of your time for a kiss before heading out once more. He was always so physically affectionate and it was nice. There was playful banter in the kitchen between Jungkook and Seokjin, the latter arguing that ‘Ramen will spoil dinner.’
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