BTS Reaction to your pregnancy test finally coming back positive.
Warning: Vomit (Morning sickness)
Namjoon
He waits anxiously in the living room as you take the test, wringing his hands.
When you don’t come out after 15 minutes he starts to worry and goes to find you
You’re sobbing on the floor when he walks in
Immediately he is at your side telling you it’ll be okay you can try again
You’re crying too hard to tell him, so you hand him the test and he freezes his soothing motions
Tears well in his eyes as you watch for his reaction
Suddenly you’re being lifted off the floor and carried towards your bedroom he lays you down carefully, but he doesn’t let go.
His hands trail down your sides and lift the hem of your shirt.
He leans down and presses hundreds of kisses into your tummy as you giggle, trying to wriggle away from your husband’s affectionate assaults
Seokjin
You find out while he is on tour
There’s only a month left so you don’t tell him
He would only want to fly home immediately and there’s nothing for him to do yet
Hiding from him is torture when he checks in everyday and all you want is to spill the secret and see the joy on his face of finally…
But you know it’ll be worth it
He comes home to string flower petals leading to your closed bedroom door
He opens it to find a tray of goodies laying out for him and a jewellery box with a note that says ‘find me waiting in the bathroom’
He doesn’t open the box too eager to see you after so long he takes the box and heads straight for you
He is more than confused to find you sat on the closed toilet lid in a fluffy bathrobe instead of in a bubble bath like he was usually greeted with
You roll your eyes and gesture to the unopened box he still looks very confused at the little white stick displayed under new cufflinks that read “daddy”
Eventually you just stand letting the robe fall to display your rounding belly.
The shock finally hits him, and he sweeps you into his arms, cradling you close with one arm, the other hand on your stomach.
Yoongi
You are out shopping with your little boy
Daddies black card burning a hole in your pocket as you treat the birthday boy
You’d just finished lunch when the overwhelming urge to vomit hit
The next three days you struggled to keep anything down
Yoongi eventually convinces you to go to the hospital even though you think he’s being a bit dramatic for a stomach bug.
The news you are six weeks pregnant hits you like a truck after what the doctors told you last time
It’s one of the few times Yoongi lets you see him cry off stage.
Hoseok
It’s a joke when he says “maybe you’re pregnant” after developing a weird craving for spray cheese on salt and vinegar crisps
This wasn’t even that weird
You laughed
It’s not exactly out of character for you to try weird food combos
Except spray cheese is disgusting
You still feel a little silly when you go out to buy the test
Lo and behold the little plus mark appears and you are left in shock
Fully on autopilot you walk into your kitchen test in hand
Hobi looks up confused, glancing at your outstretched hands and makes one of those noises only he can
He sweeps you off your feet and dances you around the kitchen pulling you out of your shellshock.
Jimin
You’d never seen someone so excited yet so close to an obvious breakdown
There are 30 swatches of paint on the wall of the spare room by the end of the week
Trying to remind him that if there is still 32 weeks to go does not slow down the process
He enlists the boys while they have time off because he is worried he won’t be around to help as much when their schedules pick up again
Every detail is run by you before it’s placed in the nursery
And he has a baby shower party planned long before your second scan.
Taehyung
The moment the at home test comes back positive Tae has booked you in for a hospital scan
You sit in the private hospital room twitching as you wait for the ultrasound technician to come in
Taehyung squeezes your hands reassuring you after so many negatives and false starts
This time feels different though
Eventually the doctor comes in and you lie back ignoring the discomfort that comes with a transvaginal ultrasound
It was early on and you needed to be sure
The doctor’s brows furrow and you steal your nerves for the news that it was another false alarm
“Are you prepared for the possibility of multiple births?”
Taehyung can’t contain his excitement head whipping to look at your pale complexion
The doctor doesn’t get to say triplets before you’ve blacked out
You thought you were around 12 weeks and starting to show
Nope! Six weeks and very bloated
Jungkook
Five nights into your private luxury yacht honeymoon you are vomiting over the side of the rails while your very confused half naked husband watches on
You’re taken to the doctor at the next port
You laugh when he suggests pregnancy you’ve only been off birth control for a month now
Everyone said it would take forever and you’d already waited for so long
Turns out the universe just didn’t want you living in sin
They did several tests
Each positive
You do wish the little bean could have waited to make you sick when you weren’t living on a boat for a month
You cut the trip short
But JK already had you rebooked for six months after the due date for your first family holiday
A collection of soft scenarios with each of the BTS boys
Namjoon:
Imagine spending the day in a botanical garden somewhere. The day is overcast, but still warm. You’ve gotten to wear your favourite sundress or shorts for the first time in ages. Namjoon walks just a little ahead of you excitedly talking you through plants he recognises. He spent a while researching the plants he’d find just to impress you. Anything he doesn’t know he reads on the little plaques. He spends a little longer lingering around flowers that look like they are about to bloom just in the hopes of seeing the buds unfurl.
You’ve packed a picnic for the two of you to enjoy. Little cakes and sandwiches, homemade lemonade, and a couple packets of crisp all wrapped neatly inside of a blanket so you don’t have to perch on itchy damp grass. You eat quickly and lie back to admire the sky above you, clouds shifting just enough to allow little slivers of blue to peak through. One arm rests behind his head, the other curled behind you as you lay on his chest.
A perfect moment interrupted by one of the gardens loose peacocks getting a little too curious. The bird kept inching closer the longer you lay and eventually you had to move in order to keep your distance. Joon rolls up the blanket and puts it away into a bag before taking your hand to continue your tour. The afternoon carries on much the same as this morning, except this time Namjoon holds you close as you admire the array of flora. As you leave through the gift shop, he can’t help but pick up a new exotic plant as a challenge for himself, as well as a ‘paint your own pot’ kit for the two of you to complete together later.
Jin:
Imagine attending a cocktail making class. He gets mockingly jealous as you watch the attractive host a little too closely for his liking. He jokes about it for the rest of the evening, feigning hurt feelings. Each drink the two of you make comes with varying degrees of success, but regardless of aesthetic execution they taste delicious.
You get tipsier with each cocktail you are taught 6 drinks in total, but anyone watching would’ve thought you’d doubled it. You descend into maddened laughter at each pun and innuendo Jin throws your way, much to the chagrin of the other guests, who seem to have avoided tasting all of their drinks, saving them for the end. However the two of you decided they were all just being boring.
As the class comes to an end you are offered the opportunity to buy the recipe book and all of the ingredients used. Jin does so with no hesitation with the intent to replicate the fun you’ve had somewhere a little more private…
Yoongi:
Imagine visiting the 'That That’ set and getting to make fun of him with Psy. Watching him go from a producer role to co-star. Giggling with Psy as you two suggest more and more ridiculous cowboy options for Yoongi to wear.
Yoongi giggling every take so they have to shoot multiple times. You not helping the situation when your laughter becomes the loudest amongst the crowd.
Him taking off his cowboy hat and giving it to you in between filming so he can claim you as his. He makes sure you get to keep that hat when they wrap because you’ve become so attached to it.
Hoseok:
Imagine the most chilled out evening of your life. Both of you in sweats and oversized jumpers on opposite ends of the sofa. Your legs outstretched, he sits on your feet to keep them warm. A bowl of snacks rest on your legs for you both to be able to reach.
He sets up a series you had been wanting to watch together but had never found the time before now. You’ve set aside the whole night just to binge watch your way through as much as possible. When the snacks run out, Hobi moves the bowl and slides down in to your lap instead. You remain stretched across the sofa but he has wiggled into the space between the back and your legs creating a nook for himself.
A cold hand snakes under your sweater and lays innocently on your bare stomach as the two of you continue to watch TV for the rest of the night, falling asleep at some point midway through.
Jimin:
Imagine going to pick Jimin up from a dance practice. He is working on a solo piece for the new album, similar to serendipity but it’s a faster piece. Still his movements are just as fluid, he doesn’t miss a beat as he follows the rhythm across the room, too caught up to notice that you’ve come in yet. All of the boys move well, but there is a liquid quality that is uniquely Jimin’s, a quality that shines when he gets to put all of his energy into his own piece.
He eventually catches your eye in the mirror with a look that suggests he know you were there. Still his effort somehow increases, each move crisper, smoother. He crosses the studio to you and takes your hands leading you clumsily through an unprepared partner performance to a beat you’ve only heard through headphones until now. It’s hard to focus on his body and his voice despite how badly you want to be truly absorbed by both.
He laughs as you stumble, catching you every time your feet fail to keep up with him. He twirls you around long after the song finishes, filling the silence by humming new melodies. The boys from TXT eventually shuffle in sheepishly to claim the space they rented and you and Jimin bow deeply in apology. He takes your hand and leads you from the room.
Taehyung:
Imagine going to paint a pot. You both choose animal shaped money boxes. The idea to create something to save for your future together, even if its more symbolic than practical with the amount of money he makes. You give yours an ethereal garden theme, tiny flowers and vines wrapping around fur patterns in varying shades of green. Taehyung goes a little more abstract.
He paints in primary colours only. The fox he chose is covered in blue and yellow tiger stripes over a fire red base. Something that by all means should be ugly, looks like a masterpiece in his hands.
Each figurine take pride of place in his home, on the shelf next to the TV where everyone can see his most treasured possessions.
Jungkook:
Imagine attending a trampoline park. Watching Jungkook attempt more and more impressive flips from high platforms into foam pits, only to have to help him escape the foamy clutches when he gets stuck from diving too deep.
The two of you would compete to see who could jump the highest, who can do the best flip off the wall, who could do the most swivels. Any game he and you can come up with is played until your calves ache from the effort. Until he plucks you from the air, pushing you into a foam pit.
You can barely avoid him as he tries to jump in top of you, pouting as he realises you moved. Spending time trying to catch your breathes by lying back in the pit and watching the other couples and kids bounce past for a little while.
Summary: All you wanted to do was visit your aunt in Salem. What you didn’t sign up for was being accused of being a witch and almost being executed. But when a handsome gentleman comes around and saves you, you decide to help him fight against the atrocities committed by the authorities with their baseless accusations about witches and executing innocent lives.
Pairing: Taehyung x reader
Genre: based on the Salem witch trials, historical au, strangers to lovers, rebel!tae , eventual smut, angst, fluff
Rating:18+
Warnings: swearing, murder, gore mentions of executions, alcohol consumption (more warnings will be added as the series progresses)
A/n: okay so I’m scared because this is my first fic here hehe. Hopefully you all enjoy.
P.s: the prologue is narrators perspective the pov might change in the future!
This is swearly unedited
The night hung high above her, peeping through the rough, thick arms of trees that loomed over her small figure, adorned with crumbling, drying leaves that shook fervently in fear. The wind blew songs in her ear, whispering small things she didn’t have the mind to pay heed to.
The silence was deafening, only the hammering hammering sound of her pounding heart frantically beating in her chest echoing through her eardrums. Y/n sprinted by way of the darkish and uninviting wooded area, her brain was once racing quicker than her toes. Twinges and branches assailed her face as she desperately thought of a way to lose those following her.
Y/n’s dress clad form stumbled forward, the lack of oxygen causing her throat to burn and eyes brim with tears.
“How could this happen!?” She silently argued with the voice in her head.
All she wanted to do was visit her aunt in Salem village and now here she was being accused of doing witchcraft. Even her aunt betrayed her once the blame came to her daughter that Y/n had been the one to bewitch her daughter!
It was a terrifying ordeal knowing she might not make it and would suffer the terrible fate of either being burned alive or being hanged. She shook her head at these thoughts, NO! She had to keep her feet moving. Adrenaline surged through her body making her hyper aware of her surroundings.
From afar she spots a light shinning from a cottage, Since she was on the outskirts of the village, she decided to sought refuge there. The occupants of the cottage were a married couple and their two children who ushered Y/n in after witnessing her disheveled form.
A sudden knocking steals their attention and the father moves to open the door but not before Y/n holds onto his arm, fear swirling in her eyes. “Please save me. I swear I’m not what they claim I am to be. I am being falsely accused” the panic in her voice was evident.
The father looked towards his wife before moving towards the door and opening it to find guards on the other side asking for Y/n’s whereabouts. While that conversation is happening, the kids lead her to a hiding spot. Once the guards leave she emerges from the hiding spot and thanks the family for their kindness. What she doesn’t notice is the sudden coldness in their eyes.
The warm stew offered to Y/n calmed her nerves down and she explained her predicament to the family who decided to let her stay the night.
The next morning Y/n opened her eyes but instantly closed them as the sun irritated her eyes. Her throat felt dry and she was suddenly aware of her bound limbs sending her into a panic. Her attempts of wiggling out went in vain. Opening her eyes once again she was greeted by the faces of the Salem village citizens who were giving her unpleasant looks.
She suddenly saw a poster with her name and a rough sketch and a large sum of money for whoever was able to capture her and bring her to authorities and suddenly everything made sense. If only she hadn’t let her guard down around the “kind family”. She notices her parents fighting the guards to get to her but nothing was working.
Losing all hope Y/n gave one last smile to her parents and closed her eyes accepting this cruel fate bestowed upon her. The sun above her was blazing like titans fiery wheel in the sky, the warmth of the rays reminding her of the hugs her mother and head pats her father gave her.
So with a smile plastered on her face, she bid her last farewell as she lost all consciousness. She was dead.
.
.
.
Or so she thought because she woke up for the second time that day. This time she found herself in an abandoned house covered in dust and as she was surveying her surroundings, a very handsome man entered her room.
“Hello! I see you are awake little lady. My name is Taehyung” he introduced himself enthusiastically but Y/n was left speechless because she had heard stories about him from the village folkes…
That’s right…He was Kim Taehyung. One among the only 7 men accused of witchcraft who had all managed to escape and were rebelling against the authorities unjust accusations. Many riots were started by them but no one ever saw them in the flesh. But you knew it was him who saved her life because no one else in the village cared if she lived or not.
“You must be wondering how I saved you?” Y/n almost instantly nodded her head with curiosity.
“Well… I will enlighten you soon darling but first we must get going. We are still on the outskirts of the village and there is a high chance of getting caught so come let’s go” he said. Y/n followed him without a word because she had no other place to go to.
Little did she know this was going to be one hell of a journey of her life…
i was tagged by @ahundredtimesover thank you so much for this, i rarely ever look back at my works or think about them, but this gave me an opportunity to appreciate the work i’ve put into them <3
it was the first ever fic ive written in completion, it has its flaws but writing it made me feel free. writing about two people falling in love (with a few cliché’s here and there) really made me wonder about what love truly is, i still don’t have the answer but i’m gonna write till i understand it. blossom is my first baby and it will always be special to me.
when i started writing this, i felt stuck, i didn’t know what i wanted to do with the story but even if it took time, even if it drove me crazy sometimes, i love this fic a lot. it was really worth all the all-nighters for me.
this was hard to write, i never wrote about such negative emotions before and i never really made any of my characters look bad but i tried it for the first time in this, and this fic is probably my most perfect one, at least to me. it’s easily the favourite fic i’ve written so far.
help i couldnt pick one T_T because both of these are my most emotion-packed fics and they really made me sad just writing them. these two are heartbreaking and as sadistic as it sounds, it was cathartic to write about the pain of loving.
this two-part fic challenged me as a writer, it was the first request i ever got and i never thought of hybrid fics and frankly, i still don’t quite get them but upon request, i did my research i put my all into writing this demon!jk fic and i am proud of myself for not backing just cause it was different to what i wrote.
this was very lovely for me, i don’t think i realized how much love and care i held for my fics until today so again thank you @ahundredtimesover i hope you continue to enjoy my work <3
summary: will you ever be able to get over your crush on kim taehyung?
a/n: this marks the end of the fools universe (which can be read individually)! i’m very overwhelmed and excited for this final part, but i will miss writing this universe a lot, i struggled a lot with this one but i’m happy with the ending, thank you to every single one of you who’s read it, it means the world and more to me, i hope you enjoy this last part a lot <3
“i don’t know what to say, kim taehyung” taehyung hangs his head low as his professor chews his ear out, he really should have just finished his assignment instead of being curious about jin’s love life.
“you are not even close to passing this semester, let alone having a decent grade, i know you take this subject as a minor but it still affects your overall score” taehyung nods at his words, wincing every now and then because he didn’t realize the gravity of the situation until his professor narrates it to him.
“you know that this could potentially harm your scholarship, right?”
“i am aware” taehyung shamefully replies and his professor sighs at him.
“taehyung, as your parents friend and well-wisher, you worked hard for this scholarship and i can’t just watch you throw it all away” taehyung absolutely hates when his professor gets personal with him.
why not just lecture him and let him go?
he can take the harshest words without feeling a lot but the second it gets personal; he feels guilty for slacking off.
and taehyung hates feeling guilty.
“because i know how much this will hurt your record in the long run, i will pass you this one time, only once” as soon as those words leave the professor in a disappointed sigh, taehyung internally cheers but it’s short-lived. someone enters the same classroom and taehyung doesn’t know who they are which is weird considering he knows all of his classmates. at least he thought he knew everyone. he carefully eyes the new person in the room, with furrowed eyebrows and pouted lips, trying to identify her.
“ah, y/n, right on time as always” so her name is y/n.
taehyung doesn’t understand why she looks so nervous but he just assumes she’s just one of those people who doesn’t like being around people.
“you asked me to come, sir?” you trail off, already feeling a blush crawling at the back of your neck with taehyung in the same room.
it’s no secret (to yourself) that taehyung has been your crush since you started university and saw him having a playful banter with the professors and just seeming to have a blast with his friends, he was simply the coolest person you saw, and that led to a hopeless crush on your side, but you also know that he has no clue about you.
and suddenly being in the same room with him, you feel flustered and intimidated, not in a bad way, more so in a ‘wow, you’re even more gorgeous up close’ way and your hands don’t keep still, they keep shaking with a mind of their own and your head is nothing but a fumbled mess.
“yeah, your assignment was perfect, you covered every important point but still managed to make it easy to read, keep it up, y/n.” you stay silent with the praise you get as your professor hands your graded assignment with a smile on his face and you bow before taking it from him.
A.
you sigh in relief and look up to notice taehyung giving you a weird expression, and you didn’t know what to make of it, you were sure you didn’t look that ugly today nor was your hair a mess, today had been a good day, looks-wise for you but then again, you imagine that a guy like taehyung has higher standards.
taehyung, on the other hand, just couldn’t understand how you don’t react to the praise or the high grade, if it was him who got an A, he would be busy getting smashed in some bar but your nonchalance confuses him.
whatever, he’s got a failed semester to care about right now.
“and right, you asked me if you could tutor someone for extra credit?” the professor asks you and you nod in response, you need that extra credit for your scholarship to hold for the next few semesters, and a little extra money from it wouldn’t hurt you either.
“yes, i did”
“what about him?” the professor points to kim taehyung and your eyes widen, but it seems like you’re not the only one taken aback because taehyung immediately turns to the professor with a frown on his eyes.
oh, he does not like the idea.
you can’t help but be a little disappointed when he looks that annoyed over this.
he doesn’t even know you so you can’t exactly blame him but his reaction makes you internally wince.
“you didn’t even ask me” taehyung complains noisily to the professor and you just keep your head low, deciding to talk only when you’re spoken to.
“you really don’t have a choice here kim taehyung, you are failing and only passing because i passed you, and the least you can do to improve is get a tutor, i would be grateful if i were you, y/n is one of the best students we have.” you feel a little bashful with all the praise you’re getting, the professor is always this way with you but you can’t take it gracefully with your crush is standing right there.
but it’s just dawning on you that you have to tutor him, your crush, actually spend time with him, help him out and improve his grade, spending time with him is the only thing you could think of right now though even if it both terrifies and excites you the slightest bit.
mostly terrified though.
“fine” taehyung surrenders with a not-so-subtle glare thrown to the professor who really couldn’t give less of a shit by the looks of it.
“good, you two can work out a schedule together” the professor says dismissively, grabbing the papers off his desk and his bag, nodding at you two and leaving the room.
the room felt suffocating with taehyung’s heavy mood and your inability to defuse it, you are supposed to discuss the plan with him but you’re not going to initiate it, you don’t want to seem that desperate, besides you think it’s better to leave him when he looks annoyed, you don’t want to accidentally piss him off.
so, you quickly turn towards the door and speed walk out of the room, taking a deep breath and leaning against a wall outside the room, you didn’t expect this from the end of your day. seeing taehyung from anywhere closer than ten feet away is definitely not what you expected and your heart is still pounding from being in the same room as him, you feel warm all over and you don’t know if you feel elated or embarrassed.
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you groan and take your glasses off to rub at the bridge of your nose, classes were a drag and you have work piled on for the weekend, it’s not like you had any plans but it would have been nice if you could rest for a bit, and the lunch in front of you isn’t helping at all. it doesn’t look appetizing and smells old, you are not even sure if you can eat it.
“what’s up?” you hear from right beside your ear making you gasp and flinch, moving away from the sound and your glasses slide off the table, making a clattering sound that makes you flinch more.
“woah, calm down” you lift your head to see taehyung standing there with a huge smile and your eyes widen, he picks your glasses up and holds them out to you, you take them back with shaky hands and put it on yourself.
when did he get here? you usually notice when he’s in a room.
“you scared me” you mumble and push your glasses up, unable to look straight at him for more than a few seconds, you don’t think you can handle that, so, just imagine the way your heart jumps to your throat when taehyung takes a seat right beside you.
“didn’t mean to do that, sorry” he smiles brightly as he leans his face on his propped-up hand and sits wide-legged in front of you, his knees are brushing over your legs and if he noticed, he doesn’t care about it but you do, you care about the way your heart slips continuously when his skin carelessly touches yours.
he definitely looks like he is in a better mood than he was a few days ago.
“it’s okay, did you need something?” you look down at your food, picking at it with a small whine caught in your throat as you wait for him to answer.
“we need to discuss our schedule” you raise your eyebrows at him, you thought because he never got in contact with you again, that he simply just didn’t want it and you brushed it off, thinking it was probably better for you too, your crush on him was embarrassingly huge and you know how nervous you will get, so you were relieved when he didn’t try to contact you.
“i thought you weren’t doing it” your response is as nervous as you feel.
“i wasn’t but i don’t have a choice” he chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. he looks ridiculously attractive in his simple oversized t-shirt and cream-colored trousers and his awkward habit is endearing, your cheeks flush as you look away from him and back to your food.
“can we talk about this after i’m done eating?” you never really prepared yourself to have a conversation with him so you just wish he leaves you alone for now and comes back when you’re not feeling and looking like shit.
“you’re going to eat this?” taehyung murmurs in disbelief, side glancing the less-than-appetizing food in your tray.
“i don’t have a choice” it feels weird to repeat his words to him but from what you can see, he doesn’t think too much about it which is a huge relief.
“yes, you do” he says with a sigh, getting up and you look up at him with scrunched eyebrows.
“you’re coming to lunch with me and don’t worry, it’s my treat, one of many now that you’re my tutor” he grins easily at you, grabbing your backpack from the seat and eagerly waiting for you with bright eyes and his entire posture is relaxed, like having lunch with a stranger is totally okay with him.
is this what extroverts are like?
why was he so comfortable with you? this is your second time meeting and you didn’t even speak directly the first time.
it didn’t seem like he was asking you to come either, more like just waiting for you to join him, so you get up with a stammer in your step, anything that is not your college lunch is something you would welcome happily and lunch with taehyung doesn’t seem like a bad idea, not yet.
but you’re nervous, though one thing that saves you is that you have always been good at hiding how you feel.
taehyung smiles at you one last time, so easily, so beautifully, like it wouldn’t make you stutter, before turning around and leading the way, with your backpack slung over his shoulder, you feel too shy to ask for it and that you will probably stutter through your words when you speak to him, so you just silently follow him out of the cafeteria, ignoring the weird looks you two got on the way out.
you cautiously step into the classy bakery that taehyung takes you to, he tried to make conversation on the way but your answers were so short that even you felt embarrassed, taehyung though, didn’t look like he cared, if he found you awkward, he didn’t show it and you were grateful to him for that.
“namjoon hyung is the manager here, so i can get us a pretty discount” he winks at the end of the sentence, obviously as a joke but you can’t help how flustered you feel with a simple wink.
you are eating lunch with your crush who you thought was way out of your league, is something you have dreamed about, you never actually expected to sit across taehyung as he talks animatedly about how good the coffee and desserts are here.
judging by the fruity and addictingly sweet smell that fills the air around you, you don’t question his praise, your own mouth waters at the thought of the pretty pastries you see lined up right at the counter and the coffee bean smell is so soothing, you might have just found your favorite place that wasn’t your apartment.
a waiter (you can’t believe he’s a waiter with how handsome he was) comes up to you both but taehyung already seemed to know the guy who groaned as soon as he saw taehyung, taehyung leans back lazily in his seat with an ever-present grin on his face.
“why do you come back with a new girl every week?” the pouty guy whines at taehyung and your eyes widen with your head still down, so you’re not the first one he’s brought here, it was foolish of you to think so as well and taehyung playfully swats at the guys arm, his grin unwavering and you only purse your lips at the empty table.
god, you want to run away.
“order whatever you want” he gestures to the menu and you quickly scan over it, a low squeal in your throat when you see that they have your favorite, pho and fudge brownies. you lift your head to tell taehyung to see him in an animated conversation with the waiter, nudging him from time to time and just looking like he was having the time of his life, like he always does, you lightly tap the table to get his attention and he immediately abandons the conversation and leans over, making you move back at the sudden movement, he only seems amused by your reaction.
“you’re a little quiet, so i just wanted to listen to you better, what did you decide on?” he explains simply and you can’t help but gaze into his eyes as he keeps them steady on you, for someone like him, eye contact isn’t a problem, isn’t a big deal but it makes your heart pound, you nod slowly and mumble your order, sinking back into your seat.
“excellent choice, pho and brownies for two, and is it alright if i order the drinks?” he turns to you for confirmation and once he’s received a mumble of agreement, turns back to the waiter.
“two peach iced teas” and with that, the waiter leaves but not without smacking taehyung one last time. taehyung pretends that he’s in a lot of pain and winces childishly which has you holding back a smile as the waiter shakes his head at him before disappearing to the back, your eyes curiously follow him to the counter where all the desserts are laid out.
taehyung is quick to catch your wandering eyes and finds it funny that since he’s met you, the only time he’s seen you smile is when you’re looking at desserts.
“you want to take a look?” taehyung walks towards the counter, which has you trailing behind him. you slowly take in the view of all the chocolate pastries that could be in your stomach and taehyung stays right at your back, watching you move around excitedly and admire them.
“are you into baking or something?” he finally asks after five minutes of you moving around him with big, fascinated eyes.
“no, i just like to eat” your answer comes out before you can even think about it and you only realize it when taehyung breaks into a chuckle at your words, making you shuffle on your feet, clearing your throat and looking back at the especially good-looking tiramisu.
“are you always this quiet or is it just with me?” the question takes you off guard, and you think taehyung is upset but there is no hint of frustration or annoyance on his face, only genuine curiosity.
“i don’t like to talk much, it’s nothing against you i promise” you try to reassure and be as honest as you could.
“that’s a relief” he smiles and walks back to the table where your food is waiting, you walk back with a bounce to your step because you haven’t been this hungry in a while. and as soon as you sit down, you reach for your steaming bowl of pho and sigh in bliss.
taehyung notices your exaggerated reactions to your food and simply smiles to himself.
something about you, he likes it, he doesn’t mind being the only one talking the entire time, he doesn’t mind how you only seem to talk when spoken to, it’s new to him, he’s always surrounded by people just as extroverted as him, so this isn’t something he’s used to but taehyung doesn’t mind.
taehyung doesn’t mind at all.
-
you walk home with rosy cheeks that day, because you can finally confirm that taehyung is just as charming, just as care-free as he looks, and he’s very good company, usually people get annoyed that conversations with you feel one-sided and you don’t blame them but it’s freeing with how comfortable taehyung tried to make you feel.
it isn’t very good news to the crush you already have on him; you feel like it’s grown ten-fold. and it’s only the second time meeting him, you are nervous for your poor heart which jumps with every glance he gives you.
and with the schedule you two planned, consisting of meeting up almost every other day because taehyung simply wants his grades to not be on the ground, you are sure that your heart only will go through so much more.
your nerves don’t calm down as your legs bounce up and down below the table at the library you’re sat at, your lip hurts from how much you’ve bit it as you anxiously look around for taehyung who is yet to show up for your first tutoring session. you can’t look like this in front of him so you’re doing whatever you can to be as normal as you can be.
you have to get over him at some point, you can’t tutor him while giving him heart-eyes.
“hey!” a bright greeting comes from behind you and you almost fall out of your seat, your elbow slips on the table and your chin hits the table, as if scaring you at lunch back then wasn’t bad enough, you begrudgingly think and groan at the pain on your chin.
taehyung does nothing to help and just sits down beside you with a happy hum, his books dropping in front of him in a heap and his smile doesn’t budge even when you glare at him while rubbing your chin.
“do you have to scare me every time?” you whine, your chin already becoming sore, you’re in enough pain to not have the mind to worry about how stupid you just looked. he simply shrugs at you.
“do you have to get scared every time?” comes his almost immediate retort and how will you argue with that logic while processing how close these library seats are next to each other? your reply comes with a roll of your eyes, though you’re sure that your cheeks are as warm as the sun blaring outside.
taehyung finds absolute satisfaction and amusement from your reaction and it shows in the way he leans back proudly in seat as you pretend to jot down notes, at this point, you don’t even know what you are writing anymore but you’re writing.
suddenly, just as you’re about to finally stop acting like you’re busy and get back to him, your glasses are snatched from your face and you don’t even have to look to see who took it. taehyung twirls the glasses in his hands with a smug grin, and then puts them on, wiggling his eyebrows and pouting every now and then. and you feel your heart burst with how cute he looks.
if it was anyone else, you are sure you would have hated it. but it’s taehyung and you don’t think you could ever hate him.
you watch with curious eyes as he gets all serious and grabs a book, writing with an invisible pen furiously. you tilt your head because you don’t quite understand what he’s doing.
it takes quite a second to dawn on you that he’s actually imitating you.
“look at me, i’m y/n, star student” he squeals in a high-pitched voice that most definitely is not yours.
your mouth falls open in offence, and even before you could think about it, you swat his arm with a loud complaint leaving your lips, as he laughs at you, pushing your hand off and continuing to act like he was you. you groan and throw your head back in annoyance, though you really don’t feel as annoyed, you just feel a hundred times more comfortable with taehyung now.
after a string of complaints from you, taehyung finally gives your glass back but instead of just handing them back to you, he slides them on your face himself and you feel every bit of you twisting and turning at the simple action. you cough awkwardly into your hand and turn away from him, moving your books out of the way so you could get started.
“which subject do you want to start with?” as a response, taehyung drops a thick book right in front of you.
art history.
tricky but you can work with it.
“okay, how much do you know already?” you ask him and he thinks with lips pushed into a pout.
“can i be honest?”
“of course.” you nod at him.
“i know nothing, i slept through all the classes” he admits sheepishly and you giggle a little at his confession.
of course, not to be creepy or anything but you knew about this, you have unconsciously turned to see him in class more than a few times, only to see him passed out on his bench with his backpack covering his head.
“that’s alright, one thing that’s helped me with art history is memorizing it all like a story” you let him in on your secret, you always envision history like a story book, or a tv show that you’re invested in, thinking up characters in actual scenes, it helps you remember a lot better than just book material.
so, you tell him the same thing, you start explaining in brief various parts of print culture, origins of different eras, the rise of modern art that we usually see today, and artists that revolutionized the world of art, all in the form of a movie that taehyung intently listens to.
you didn’t expect him to listen as well as he did, but he stays quiet for the most part, politely lifting his hand to ask questions like he was in an actual class which made you grin the first time and taking notes when something seemed complicated.
by the time you’re done, it’s almost dinner time and the library is much emptier than it was before but taehyung still looks excited to learn more. it’s endearing how he listens to you like nothing else matters and makes you feel the tiniest bit special.
“that’s it for today” you announce with an exhausted smile on your face and taehyung stretches his sore limbs while yawning.
“that was a lot but it is more fun when you explain it” he drops the compliment casually, no regards to how that makes your nerves dance in sheer excitement.
“i’m glad you enjoyed it” you mumble shyly while packing your books into your bag. you get up, throwing it over your shoulder and look at taehyung only to see him already looking at you.
“i’ll go now, goodbye taehyung” your voice unwillingly pitchy at the end.
“goodbye, y/n” he repeats in the same tone as you and you roll your eyes yet again while walking away from his gleeful laughter and right outside the library, you break into the biggest grin ever, the butterflies in your stomach raging and tumbling over themselves because you simply can’t believe that the last couple of hours are real.
how will you ever get over him?
-
you groan as you plop down in your seat, you slept weird last night and your neck cramp still hasn’t gone away, your body aches all over, you don’t even know why, walking feels like you’re carrying a million stones and honestly, you would be anywhere but here if you had the chance.
there’s still a good 20 minutes left before class starts so you rest your head on the table and pray that you aren’t sick, you still have taehyung’s class today and it would be rude to cancel on only your fifth session with him.
just then, taehyung walks into the classroom, seemingly bustling with endless energy, surrounded by his friends who are just as bright and loud as he is, and with your head still on the table, you admire him. he’s wearing this red hoodie today and his hair looks very soft beneath, a quick thought that he looks perfect to cuddle comes to you and you want to slam your head on the table to stop thinking about him.
he suddenly glances around the room, as if he’s looking for someone and you try to lift your head from the table to look away but you feel way too weak to do anything so he catches your gaze, his face breaking into a huge grin as he waves at you gleefully, you slowly wave back, mentally wanting to disappear.
and you think that’s it, he will go to his seat and you will have to finish this class while looking like you’re going to die any minute.
but you were so wrong.
as soon as your hand drops back on the table, taehyung starts walking towards you, where his usual seat is definitely not there and stands right beside you with a worried look on his face.
“oh, hey” you try to cover your face a little more with your hoodie and your heart gets caught in your throat when taehyung pulls a chair to sit right by your side. you look like crap right now and the last person you need seeing you like this, is kim taehyung.
“you don’t look okay” he mutters with scrunched eyebrows and before you can say anything, he presses his hand to your forehead and your eyes go wide as he flips his hand and holds it there for a second.
“you’re literally burning, how long have you had a fever for?” he pulls his hand away and you finally feel like you can breathe again.
“i don’t know, woke up sick” you strain your answer, your head lulling back to fall on the bench, now that he’s confirmed you have a fever, you feel even sicker.
“come on, let’s go” taehyung gets up suddenly, gathering the books on your table and shoving them into your bag, then taking your backpack and his in one hand, looking at you expectantly.
“go where?” you frown up at him, class is going to begin in 10 minutes now, where could you possibly go without missing it?
“i’ll take you home” your mouth drops open at his words.
“but class is going to start” you try to reason but get interrupted with your own cough and he only looks more concerned.
“you shouldn’t care about class with a fever like that” he scolds lightly, taking your wrist and helping you up to stand, and you almost fall down in a slump again if it weren’t for him holding you.
maybe you are sicker than you thought.
“what will we even tell the professor?” you almost shout at him as he pulls you towards the back exit of the classroom, and when the two of you are out, he checks to see if there’s anyone else in the hallway and turns to you with a coy smile.
“who said we’re telling them?” is the last thing he says to you before he ducks and runs, pulling you with him but you don’t stop him or complain anymore, you know that it’s not only because you’re sick everywhere, maybe the thought of skipping classes shouldn’t have excited your tired body that much but the thought of skipping classes with taehyung made your body flush in new-found energy.
so, you let him pull you all the way out of campus, ducking here and there when you see a teacher or person in charge, giggling at each other with wide eyes only to shush each other the next second whenever there was a narrow escape, whispering your address to him part-by-part and him having to support your sick body from time to time.
even if it was wrong, and something you promised to yourself that you would never do, skipping classes with taehyung, with his hand securely around your waist (that had goosebumps trailing on your skin), even just as an acquaintance to you, felt better than anything you’ve experienced in your life. hell, he didn’t even feel like an acquaintance anymore, whether it was because of your raging crush on him, or just taehyung being taehyung, you’re not sure.
the pure adrenaline in your body had you gasping for more, more of what?
you are not sure.
you two eventually make it to taehyung’s car in the parking lot. he gently pushes you into the passenger seat and slides into the driver’s seat, only to find you knocked out with your head on the window. and with one final look at your peaceful face, he drives away with a fond smile of his own. taehyung doesn’t know what he’s feeling either.
and the next time you open your eyes, you feel just as sick and it’s late afternoon and you’re in your bed, still in the clothes you wore to college, you sit up too quick, instantly whining at the throbbing in your head while looking around with confused eyes.
when did you even get home?
“oh good, you’re awake” taehyung emerges at your door, seemingly out of nowhere and you jump in your place, clutching at your heart as you look at him with a gulp.
“w-what are you doing here?” you ask as he stays at the entry to your room.
“you fell asleep in the car and i didn’t want to wake you so i found keys in your bag and brought you up here, i hope that’s alright” he looks nervous for the first time since you’ve met him as he waits for your reaction with pursed lips. he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with the situation, he just couldn’t wake you when you were both sick and looking as cute as you did in your lilac hoodie.
“did you..carry me? all the way up here?” you mumble worriedly.
“of course, how else would i bring you?”
wow, he says it so simply.
“you really didn’t have to do all of that, i’m sorry if it was a lot of trouble, i really appreciate it, thank you taehyung” you say with disbelief clear in your voice and with your jaw slightly slackened because you really can’t think of anything but a mental image of taehyung having to carry you because your lazy ass fell asleep in his car and didn’t get up. and you really want to bury yourself six feet under.
“can i come in?” he asks, polite as ever and you don’t even think before nodding, he slowly walks inside, sitting right by the edge of your bed, maintaining distance between you as if he didn’t put you on the bed himself.
he reaches forward and puts his hand against your forehead, and you feel your breath being taken away just like the first time and he hums while pulling it away.
“it’s better than before but sleep for the rest of today” he instructs you and gets up from the bed, you don’t want him to leave. something in you wants to make taehyung stay by your side but you don’t have anything that will make him stay so you just watch him walk himself out of your room.
“i got a few pills, they’re in your kitchen, you shouldn’t move around right now but take them once you get up, and don’t worry about it, i need my tutor to be healthy and well, don’t i?” he winks at the end of it as if to finally nail your heart to him only and then turns to leave with a loud goodbye and a wave of his hand.
you go to the kitchen after he leaves and just like he said, pills for headache and body aches are spread out on your tiny dinner table, along with packets of instant soup. you feel overwhelmed because even people who are close to you, have never done so much for you and taehyung did, taehyung did all this after just meeting you a few times.
and you’re left, head in hands, with so much to process that you don’t know where to begin.
-
taehyung never came late to your tutor sessions or waste too much time, sure he still fooled around, his favorite thing to do being constantly taking your glasses off you and playing with them whenever he gets too bored or snatching your books away and forcing you to talk about anything that was not related to your studies.
you still felt bashful the first day you met after the whole sick episode, but he didn’t even bring it up, just continued with everything like it didn’t even happen which you were grateful for, though a little disappointed, because that is the most anyone has ever done for you and you wanted to thank him properly even if he said that lunch at his favorite place would suffice for him. but you were also sure that you would end up accidentally confessing to him if you brought it up. so, you just never brought it up either.
you talked a lot, mostly about things that had nothing to do with subject but you enjoyed them, taehyung valued and respected your opinions, actually listened to you when you talked so you were comfortable to be not as quiet as you usually are, still shy but holding a conversation as much as you could and taehyung would pick up anything you left, starting a whole new conversation with whatever, you handed him.
it wasn’t hard for your crush on him to only escalate further, not when he looked as good as he did from a side angle, it was honestly unfair that he looked stunning with a simple shirt and trousers. he looked good in anything, and what he looked like during your studying sessions, was something you always daydreamed about.
like right now.
“are you even listening to me?” a hand waves in front of your face, and you jerk in your place, quickly sitting up straight.
maybe you shouldn’t daydream about him when he’s beside you.
“um of course, i was” you lie easily with a firm nod to make it further believable but taehyung is sadly too good at detecting honesty or lack thereof. so, when he continues to stare at you, a way of making you say it yourself, you can do nothing but oblige.
“alright, i didn’t listen to you, what were you talking about?” with your admittance, taehyung leans back in his chair with a smirk.
“what is it?” you urge him once again and he shrugs.
“you know, we started with art history, right?”
“yeah, we’ve almost covered everything, at least i think so” you tilt your head as you mumble those words, reaching for your planner where all the topics are written, and you start looking through them to see which ones you still have to cover.
then the planner is snatched from your hands, and you follow the planner with a whine, bending over your chair to reach it and it isn’t until you feel someone way too close to you that you pause to see your position. you are half leaned over his chair and one wrong move could end up with you on top of him, you immediately sit back in your chair, tightening your fingers on your cardigan and frantically pushing your glasses up.
taehyung, thankfully doesn’t look uncomfortable, maybe a little shocked with how wide his eyes were but that was it, he quickly recovers and gives an easy smile.
“i have a test tomorrow” why is he smiling about that? doesn’t he hate tests? you quirk an eyebrow as his smile only grows bigger.
“how do you think it will go?”
“about that, if i do well, don’t you think that, as my tutor, you owe me something, a reward of sorts?”
so, that is why he’s smiling so big.
normally you would refuse blatantly and move on, but you can never say no to taehyung and you want to at least hear him out before you turn him down.
“if you do well” you emphasize and he waves his hand like he isn’t worried about that, but you are worried about what he would ask of you.
“come to a party with me” his request is simple enough.
and you’ve been to parties, only to completely hate it unless you got drunk enough to forget it all the next morning. though it has been quite a while since you’ve been to one.
a party with taehyung? taehyung, who probably knew every single person in the room while you don’t know anyone at all?
“only if you get an A” is your predicament, taehyung has improved a lot but not enough to get an A which is why your predicament is perfect, you’re not saying no but you’re not saying yes either.
but taehyung looks confident, with a light shrug to your rule like it didn’t mean anything at all, it only scares you a little bit that maybe your rule will be useless at the end.
“i’ll let you know when i get the grade”
-
“i got an A!” comes taehyung’s cheerful voice through the phone and the first thing you feel is pride bloom through you because he must have worked so hard to get that A, you were sure it wasn’t easy at all for him and the second thing you feel is dread, because this means you have to go to the party now.
“you did great, taehyung” you sincerely reply and you hear his sigh of happiness which makes you smile too.
you’re happy that he’s happy.
“you know what this means right?” his words laced with cockiness that come from his first ever A.
“i’ll never leave you at the party, you can get as drunk as you want and i will be your ride” he says almost immediately after as if he knew that you were going to find some way to get out of this, and you internally groan because he’s made all the promises that could convince you.
and like mentioned before, you can never say no to taehyung.
“when is it?”
-
“you look great!” taehyung compliments you as soon as you get into his car and you feel yourself freeze at his good-natured comment, only being able to shyly nod at him.
but if you had to choose on who looks good here, it would definitely be taehyung.
he was wearing a fashionably torn t-shirt with a leather jacket and tight dark grey jeans which had you feeling even more flustered than usual, he was usually attractive but today, you were sure that he was planning to take someone home, it would be a shame if he didn’t. he hands you his pale blue hoodie to hold, saying he brought it if he ever needed a change and trusted you to keep it away from drinks that can stain it, gives you one last smile and drives away.
the party was roaring even from the outside, people littered around the lawn, holding their drinks and you could hear the music all booming under your feet, you nervously pulled on the hem of your black dress as you went closer to the addictive but disgusting smell of alcohol and sweaty bodies.
so many people.
taehyung gripped both your arms on the sides as you gripped his hoodie tight in your hold, and he walked behind you, silently guiding your steps and greeting people joyfully on the way, it was a shame that you could only hear his happy voice but not see him under these alluring lights, you were sure that he looked better than ever under these blue and purple lights that made everyone look untouchable and beautiful.
“who’s the girl, taehyung?” someone shouts at him and you keep your gaze steady, not even wanting to turn around to see who yelled it, you anxiously wait for taehyung’s answer.
“my tutor” he yells back with a grin and you assume that the person has gone when taehyung gets right back to pushing you two through the crowds, apparently not noticing how your shoulders immediately slouch at his answer and how you aren’t even walking anymore, just being pushed around by everyone.
and for the first time since you’ve met taehyung, you feel disappointed.
you know now that your growing crush on taehyung will only end in your heartbreak.
he could have said you were a friend, or even an acquaintance, he’s been in your apartment for fucks’ sake, you would have been okay with anything really but the way he described you just made you feel so…unimportant. like you held no significance in his life, just another person for him to forget as he goes to spread his arms around the rest of the waiting world.
and you can’t be mad at him because you know it’s true, you are just tutoring him, he’s only doing this because he has to and not because he wants to, and as soon as this obligation expires, so will your time with him.
“hey, you okay?” you feel him whisper against your ear, hands still tight around your arms and you’re suddenly too aware of how close you two are, it hurts, being this close to him and not being able to call him anyone special to you, hurts a lot more than you imagined.
so, you shake his grip off, if you aren’t important to him, you will make him nobody in your life as well. you have to.
“yeah, i’m fine, where are the drinks?” try as you might, your voice just didn’t carry the softness it always has and even if you tried to conceal your sour mood, it didn’t work because taehyung immediately raised his eyebrows but shows where the drinks are anyway. you walk away from him, not really bothered anymore that you didn’t know anyone here, you just wanted to do exactly what you planned for.
drink and forget.
because taehyung just handed you rejection on a silver platter.
and you can’t take it gracefully when he’s right beside you. so, you had to go away before you could remember all the things you liked about him that could keep you pining.
taehyung felt…weird? he didn’t understand why you suddenly stopped talking to him in that sweet tone that comes naturally to you, he also doesn’t understand why you’re walking away from him to fend for yourself in a party where you don’t know anyone, he doesn’t know if he has done something to upset you and he felt…guilty.
taehyung felt guilty for a reason he didn’t know.
and taehyung hated feeling guilty.
to shake his own weird feeling off, he disappears into the crowd, to find anything or anyone who can drown his guilt away.
after a few shots of straight vodka, you find that you are not getting drunk at all, it’s either your overwhelming emotions that keep you from completely losing it or just your high tolerance.
it sucks because no drink is stronger in this place, you want to go home, you want to go back to when you didn’t come to this party where taehyung called you nothing to him. while he didn’t say that exactly, he definitely implied it. just then, you see him approaching you with a girl on his arm, no surprise there and you almost rolled your eyes at how predictable he could be.
“we’re playing this game; thought you would like to join?” taehyung trails off.
how nice of him to include his charity case for the game, you bitterly think to yourself but get up to go with him anyway, you can’t leave until he decides to go so you might as well play some game instead of wasting more alcohol that does nothing for you. so, you hop out of your seat and walk to him, greeting the girl next to him, you can be bitter to him but not to this girl who’s done nothing, she smiles back and then you’re leaving the kitchen.
you don’t say anything as you walk behind him into a living room where people sit in a circle, it’s noisy, there’s a bottle in the middle and you hate that you know what’s going on here.
it looks like a recreation of your middle school birthday party.
taehyung sits down, patting the spot next to him, and you look around to see if there’s place anywhere else but with nowhere else, you sit down beside him and the girl who he has with earlier is not around you anymore. he still looks at you, confused as ever and once you get comfortable in your position, he takes his hoodie from your hands and covers your bare legs with it which has you looking away with a red face.
he was making it so hard to get over him.
by the time you look back at the circle, it starts slowing down and your jaw drops open when it falls on you and taehyung.
everyone starts cheering at the bottle claiming its very first victims, and you never feel more out of place with people you don’t even know cheering you on to kiss taehyung and as for taehyung, he has a huge smile on his face which has you squinting with confusion at him. he calmly takes the hoodie from your lap, lifting it and pausing when he sees your face.
“trust me?” he whispers to you; his voice is almost drowned out in the loud music and people around you but you still hear it.
you shouldn’t trust him, you don’t want to but you don’t have a choice in this room full of unfamiliar people, so you just give him a meek nod which no one else notices.
then he drops the hoodie over the top of your heads, your bodies moving closer on their own accord, his palm now resting on your bare thigh and you’re face to face with the man you can’t get over no matter what you do. the heavy hoodie resting on your heads forces them closer as well, you can feel his breath on your cheek and he smells addictive this close, like cologne and pure sin with candy on his breath.
will he kiss you?
taehyung doesn’t say anything, just looks at you like he’s trying to figure you out, like he needs to figure you out, for the first time, he doesn’t look as confident, he doesn’t look full of life, just looks at you with such vulnerability like he’ll give you his heart if you stay under for too long, and your nerves and body are too frozen to even dare to look back at him.
after a few seconds which really felt like eternity, he pulls the hoodie from on top of your heads, the cold rush of air pushing you two apart, baring you to the waiting people in the room who roar and cheer louder than ever when taehyung smirks at them, you know that he’s just doing it for show, he didn’t actually end up doing anything at all even if you wished hard that he would.
but then you feel eyes on you, speculating, judging, confused eyes all over you because who are you and why did kim taehyung pull you under a hoodie when he usually just kisses people in front of everyone? you hate the attention, you hate the amusement at your flushed state in them, and you can do nothing but revert your gaze to the floor.
“stop making her uncomfortable and spin the bottle already” an annoyed voice emerges from the crowd and you snap your head to look at where it came from, to see a girl who glares at the people staring at you, they quickly look away at her words, reverting their attention back to the game, and when she catches your gaze, you send her a grateful look and she smiles back at you.
and you feel better.
then you’re reminded of the man beside you, who covers your legs once again with his hoodie and you feel your face heating up all over as you replay the events that happened a few minutes ago.
that was so intimate.
you pull at the hoodie resting on your lap, trying not to think of how much more gorgeous taehyung looked up close, losing all interest in the game still being played around you, you also feel slightly insulted that taehyung would do all that but not kiss you, you know that he wouldn’t kiss you but it was embarrassing to be so close and not do anything at all.
did you repel him that much?
“let’s get you another drink” taehyung mutters, getting up from his sitting position and dusting his jeans off.
“game’s not over” you point to the still spinning bottle in the middle and he shrugs.
“i don’t wanna play it anymore” you don’t either, so you leave the circle as well, more people replacing your seats as quick as lightning. taehyung hands you a drink once you get into the kitchen and no words are exchanged between you two as you stand against the counter, sipping your drink and him on the other end of the counter, not even drinking anything, just looking into empty space.
the silence is suffocating, it’s new for the two of you, especially new to you because taehyung never seems to shut up but he isn’t uttering a word.
“is that kim taehyung?” comes a loud, dare you say annoying voice with a chuckle from the entry of the kitchen, taehyung quickly stands upright and gives a bright smile.
“hey man, it’s been a while” they give each other a side hug as the guy lazily smiles at taehyung.
“last i saw you, was at the studio with min yoongi and someone else” the guy starts to think and taehyung visibly tenses up at the mention of a studio and your interest is peaked, because taehyung has never mentioned a studio to you.
“it was probably namjoon hyung” taehyung answers the guy and he nods in recognition.
“you guys are still doing that music shit? i thought you would give up after a week, my man” your mouth drops open at the rude tone of the guy, he’s clearly patronizing taehyung who freezes in his spot, his usual smile immediately dropping from his face and you are the only one in the room who notices how tight his fists are by his arms.
it’s also the first time you’ve seen taehyung without his usual grin. you don’t like it; you don’t like this guy either.
taehyung isn’t a confrontational person nor is he someone who gets into a fight easily, for as long as you have known him, before and after tutoring him, one thing you know for sure is that taehyung avoids fights, not because he will lose but because he would much rather just enjoy his time instead of wasting it on people who don’t deserve it.
“i mean, come on, what do you guys even know about music to do it? just finish your degree like the rest of us and get a proper job, music won’t keep you alive in the real world” the guy says it like he’s doing taehyung a favor, like his advice would save taehyung’s life and taehyung just stands stiff, clearly upset.
“taehyung, can we leave?” you interrupt the conversation and both heads turn to look at you, you don’t know anything about taehyung and his music but you don’t want him to deal with this guy anymore either. taehyung immediately nods at you, looking relieved.
“now, who is she?” the guys lifts his eyebrow at you with a smirk, raking his eyes over you shamelessly.
“you don’t need to know, you fucking prick” you dead pan at him, even surprising yourself with your harsh tone and taehyung snorts at the guys annoyed face, walking to you and guiding you out of there with a hand on your lower back. you snapped because not only has this night been overwhelming, you also just can’t stand people as ridiculous as him, how dare he say anything about taehyung at all.
taehyung would be the biggest liar if he said that he didn’t find that hot, he knows how much you would prefer being away from people and situations like that and he almost expected you to just stand and watch but the second you talked back to the guy for him, taehyung has had this overwhelming sense of ego take over him because you wouldn’t do that for anyone but you did it for him.
and as he keeps looking at you, taehyung realizes there’s a lot that you do for him, that you don’t do for anyone else, you snuck out of a class for him, he knows that rules are something you stick to but you let them go for him, you went to lunch with a practical stranger for him, something you would never do with another classmate, you came to this party for him and if it weren’t for how nervous you looked under that hoodie, taehyung would have kissed you, there’s nothing else he’s wanted to do more.
thinking about all of this means only one thing to him, taehyung likes you, more than a friend ever will, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you as just a friend, not when your head lulled back and forth and fell on his shoulders the day he carried you to your apartment, taehyung doesn’t worry about a lot but he was worried about how sick you were and when he contemplated kissing you every single time you met up to study, taehyung knows he’s been a goner for you.
taehyung likes you, he wants to be with you and not have boundaries, he wants to see you let loose fully, he wants you to kiss him whenever you want to and his hand around your waist tightens at his realization.
after becoming aware of the hand on you which carefully weaves you through the crowd, you quickly move away from his touch, walking through the crowds by yourself, and taehyung follows you with an evident frown on his face.
he just thought you two are alright but he’s proven wrong with the distance that gets further between you two and he can’t help the disappointment flooding his chest. and again, guilt, the guilt that has stayed with him since you left him hanging at the door, why the guilt though? he doesn’t know.
you get into his car with a sigh, already relieved that this night will be over soon and you can just ignore everything from tomorrow and taehyung doesn’t drive away, sits there with his hands on his lap and a grim expression. you look at him for a few minutes, you have a million questions about what that guy said, about whether it was true that taehyung does music but you bitterly remember your place in his life, a tutor, which is why you don’t end up asking anything.
“taehyung, we need to go” you remind him and he nods slowly, lifting his head to grip the steering wheel tightly and sighs once again, letting it go.
“do you have to go home?” he turns to you with anxiousness on his face that you don’t recognize, he almost looks desperate? lost even, if you had to describe.
“where else will we go?”
“can i take you somewhere?”
“it’s my apartment, i have to show you something, i’ll drop you as soon as we’re done there, i promise” and when it looks like you’re going to refuse, taehyung immediately adds this part and you are even more confused.
if you’re just someone tutoring him, why does he want you to come to his apartment?
“fine” you mutter and fall back on the seat, annoyed at yourself for not being able to say no to him even now and shut your eyes before you think too much about it.
-
“come in” taehyung moves out of the way and you walk into his apartment, it was just big enough for one person, and covered in beige and shades of autumnal colors that give it a warm feel.
“your home is pretty” the compliment leaves your lips before you can stop it and taehyung gives you a softer smile than the one he usually has.
“thank you”
upon further walking in, you see a messy living room with papers thrown around, a desk covered in similar papers and a computer with a music system sitting right in front of it.
bingo.
the obnoxious guy at the party definitely wasn’t lying about the music part.
when you turn around to see taehyung, he looks so much smaller than he normally does, he looks nervous, he’s fidgeting and playing with his fingers and it takes you completely off guard. you’ve never seen him like this.
“what did you want to show me?” you ask, not going any further into the apartment and standing with your arms crossed. he doesn’t utter a word as he walks over to you, pulls your folded arms apart and holds your hand which confuses you and fills you with warmth at the same time.
you can only stare at your intertwined hands as he pulls you forward.
what is happening?
you are only brought back to reality when he places you on the chair in front of the computer and you look back at him with a frown.
“it’s true, what the guy at the party said, i do make music and i didn’t want you to think that i don’t plan on telling you” he mutters from behind you with fiddling fingers and it feels satisfying that you are not the nervous one this time.
so, taehyung does do music and you are impressed, very impressed because you feel like it’s a very emotionally taxing process and takes a lot of bravery to actually spill your feelings into ink, you could never do it which is why it’s a hundred times more admirable to you.
“so, i wanted to play you one of my songs?” he says it in a question and you stay quiet, both grateful that he’s showing you his work and even more confused because again, he called you his tutor not even two hours ago, you don’t understand why he’s showing you all this.
“why are you showing me?” the question tumbles out of your mouth in a disappointed sigh.
“because i trust you” he answers simply, ignoring your widened eyes and looking through his computer, all while leaned over your shoulder, and no matter how many times this has happened, his body brushing against yours leaves you breathless.
he purses his lips as he presses play and you instinctively lean towards the computer as a soft song starts thrumming through the room.
“on my pillow can’t get me tired sharing my fragile truth that i still hope the door is open
‘cause the window opened one time with you and me now my forever’s falling down wondering if you’d want me now?
how could i know? one day i’d wake up feeling more but I had already reached the shore guess we were ships in the night night, night
we were ships in the night night, night.”
your mouth stays agape as you listen to taehyung’s voice, which is steady and deep and pushes all the way to your heart, and the song just feels so warm, like the beautiful end to a bright summer, there’s sadness but desperation more clearly written in the lyrics and you can’t believe that you’re sitting in front of the man who’s singing it.
“did you write this?” you ask quietly as the song continues to play and you see a nod from the corner of your eye and your admiration for taehyung grows ten-fold, as you listen to his voice in complete awe, if his voice is deep usually, it’s a lot deeper and more soulful when he’s singing. and whoever he’s singing this song for, you are jealous of them, you don’t know them but you’re jealous of them.
“do you like it?” he pauses the player before another song starts and how do you tell him that you might just be in love with him and everything about him?
“it was beautiful” you compliment, albeit a little bitter that it isn’t about you and taehyung looks a mixture of pleased and relieved at your words.
“who is it for?” you can’t help but ask him as you stay seated.
“no one, it’s just a story i’ve had on my mind” you sense only honesty in his words and it further impresses you that he can weave a story and put life and love into it.
“of two people in love?”
“of two people falling in love.” he corrects you and it dawns on you that a story of two people already in love would be a lot different than two people discovering and falling slowly but surely.
“did you have fun making the story?” now that you know about his music, you are only curious to know more about it and taehyung is more than happy to indulge you.
“it’s…different, making a story of two people, no one that you know, but giving them emotions, giving their emotions a journey and putting it into words in a proper way, it’s hard but i enjoy nothing else more.” you only listen to how taehyung describes songwriting because you still are in awe at how much passion he holds when he’s talking about music.
one out of many things that you loved about taehyung was that you could never just expect something to happen with him, he really played his own drum and did whatever he wanted to do, consequences are an afterthought to him, and it’s refreshing, it’s also so rare which is why you truly think he’s one of the most precious kind of people. like who would have known that the party would end this way?
“that’s very cool of you” you smile at him and he grins back, moving away from you to take his stuffy jacket off and you already miss being encompassed in his warmth. you get up from your seat, thinking that you will have to leave soon now that you have heard the song.
“should we go now?” you ask him, not actually wanting to leave but knowing you can’t stay either.
“there’s one thing left to do” he says with pursed lips, coming back to where you’re stood and you frown at him.
“what is it?” you question as he starts walking to you with determination in every step, taehyung doesn’t want to lose his courage before he reaches you.
“what?” you ask again, a little breathlessly this time, your breath getting uneven and the butterflies singing in every end of your nerves when he stands right in front of you, looking down on you while biting his lip slightly.
and his hand comes up to take your glasses off, you feel completely bare as he carelessly throws them to the side and then curls his fingers around your cheek. while smiling, he doesn’t give you an answer, just closes the distance between you two with a single, large step and pulls you to him with his hand firm on your waist.
“i hope you don’t mind” is his cheeky comment as he caresses your cheek once before he does what he couldn’t do at the party.
everything falls into place perfectly to you; your hands grip his thin t-shirt to stabilize yourself and his hands grab onto your skin like he will go insane if he doesn’t feel you. you are hot all over, your body shaking a little with the overflowing love and affection you throw into each pull of his lips. you gasp for breath once he lets you go a little, gazing into your eyes and you return a dazed look of your own, but you aren’t given a break when he pulls you back in again, chasing after you like you will run away if he lets you go for too long.
but taehyung doesn’t have to worry, you aren’t going anywhere.
and frankly, you don’t mind this at all.
-
the rest of the night is just taehyung playing you more songs and a lot of kissing, neither of you confessing but kissing each other like your life depended on it and if taehyung doesn’t like you the way you do, you don’t think you will ever be able to move on from his addicting scent and touch.
you toss and turn on taehyung’s bed, you ended up staying after he insisted in between kisses and you were too weak and lost in the moment to refuse, he ended up sleeping on the couch and that gave you plenty of time to think about last night. you got up way too early and after freshening up, you just couldn’t face him, you didn’t know how to so you stayed in his room.
what did it even mean to him?
was it just one of those kisses you blame on too much alcohol?
you groan and stuff your face into a pillow as you resist the urge to scream, if you were confused before, you simply don’t have a clue anymore, the line between friendship and relationship between you and him was so blurred, you don’t even know if it existed anymore.
and if he was going to kiss you, why make you feel so insignificant at the beginning?
“you really shouldn’t think so much this early into the day” you jump when you hear taehyung’s amused voice at the door, he looks just as gorgeous as always even in the morning.
“i blame you for it” you retort as you sit up, he falls on his bed while stretching, letting out a loud yawn and you smile at him, you like waking up to him.
“i told you i will take the couch” you tell him with slight guilt as he continues to stretch his sore body.
“that’s fine, next time we’ll just sleep together” he looks up at you with a smirk and you turn stark red at the suggestive tone, reaching for the pillow behind you and throwing it on his face, letting out a loud laugh when he lets out a yelp of pain.
“speaking of that” you purse your lips as he stops stretching and looks at you with his usual bright smile which flutters your heart just like the first time.
“what are we?” you ask him, gesturing between you two, the question lays heavily in the a
summary: do you think of love when the world is at your fingertips? or a story in which jimin dances on the dangerously thin line between love and obsession.
author’s note: requests are open for all members, i do not write smut, only suggestive content and you can send in whichever ideas you have, i will gladly write them for you :]
when you first met taehyung, you didn’t imagine how far you guys would come along, sure you liked him from how your friends described him and how he presented himself to the masses, but to come to a point where a day wouldn’t go by without you missing him even as he sat beside you, was beyond you.
you almost felt ridiculous for cuddling up even more to him just at the thought of him being gone for work the next day making him chuckle and gently pat your head. the tv played some old 80’s movie that taehyung loved and served as ambient music which was both romantic and full of yearning. just like the two of you sat in front of it.
“what’s got you like this?” he gestured to your arms that looked close to suffocating his torso but you didn’t weaken your grip, only burying your head in his chest even more.
“you’ll be gone all day tomorrow” you softly whined, your voice coming out muffled and just clear enough for taehyung to hear and he let out a sigh at your words. it was going to be so hard to go to work tomorrow, how could he possibly say goodbye to you for a whole 24 hours after you do and say the things you do?
“i promise i’ll make it up to you, we can go to dinner at that diner you like this weekend” taehyung offered, hoping that would lift your spirit up a little and you nodded happily, any time with him was perfect for you.
“deal” you whispered and before taehyung could ask you about which movie you wanted to start next, he heard your slow, even breaths fill the silence and he simply let a fond smile grace his face, as he shut the tv off and devoted his entire attention to watch you sleep. not in a creepy way, in more of a ‘you’re so fucking cute, i would die for you’ way.
and it was in that moment, your arms never losing their tight grip on him, your nose twitching ever so often in your sleep and your legs wrapped around his, taehyung decided that he was helplessly in love with you and that conclusion only solidified for him when he reached to kiss your forehead, he still felt his body erupt in tingles, these tingles that he gets whenever he’s with you haven’t died since the day, he’s met you.
taehyung was in love. and he wanted to shout it from any building in the world.
-
you kicked the blanket around your feet as you tossed and turned to avoid the sunlight burning your eyes awake, and with one final groan, you pushed yourself up to lay on your elbows as you cursed everything about the day when its barely begun. you saw taehyung’s side of the bed empty and sighed, you remembered how warm he felt last night, and how his voice put you right to sleep, your cheeks warmed as your mind travelled to how he promised you his weekend just so you wouldn’t be sad and your heart did a good old flip as you continued to think about him.
you heard yeontan yapping at your feet, waiting for you to give him all your attention and love, you gave the cheery dog a soft smile before scooping him up in your arms and letting him lick all over your face while you giggled and tilted your head away from his sloppy kisses, once he finally calmed down, you just buried your face into his fur and realized yeontan only reminded you more about taehyung.
this was going to be a long day without him.
you could feel your stomach drop a little at the sad realization and you deemed it so unfair that you couldn’t spend every minute of your life with hi-
wait a minute.
it hasn’t even been 8 hours since you last saw him so why were you acting like his funeral was tomorrow? why did you miss him so much when you were literally in his arms not too long ago?
your head snapped up as you caught yourself thinking that as your legs flung over the side of the bed, your eyes widened at your own thoughts. any and all romance draining out of your body, as familiar dread and paranoia took its place.
where was all this coming from?
the last time you felt like this, was in grade school, when you still wore a little skirt and tie, and sat at the bleachers as you watched your then-boyfriend with flushed cheeks and giddy eyes, play basketball, he would always take the ball, give you a cocky smirk and say, ‘this one’s for you’, only for the ball to always fall to the side instead of into the hoop. you would just give him an awkward smile and slow applause, maybe you should’ve taken that missed shot as a sign that your relationship would end in disaster.
because all the while you adored and gave him heart eyes, he would smile right at your face, only to send a wink and smirk to someone else over your shoulder.
and now, after all these years, you gave those same lovesick eyes to taehyung. and you could feel your palms getting sweaty just at the thought of your relationship ending the same way.
of course, you knew better, you’ve come a long way since school, done a lot of growing up, and now, you were confident in yourself and you were almost completely sure that taehyung never did that. almost.
but how much did you see? maybe you missed it at some point. you let out a loud groan and fell back on the bed with hair everywhere on your face.
fuck, you were royally screwed.
it wasn’t even noon and your mind was hell bent to make this your worst day.
how could you think of taehyung like this? sweet, kind taehyung, who’s giving you his weekend, taehyung who always kisses you on the forehead at night when he thinks you’re sleeping, taehyung who defended mint chocolate with an adorable pout on his face, taehyung who cooed and played with every baby he saw, taehyung who knew everything about you, the good and the ugly, and still stayed, and most importantly, taehyung who loved you.
he loved you, it was no secret. boy was as whipped as they come, and anyone with two eyes could see it and he didn’t have to say it to you for you to know, you just knew that he loved you, he trusted you enough to introduce you to his dog and that was a very big deal to him (you quote, ‘it’s like you’re meeting my parents’).
and that scared you, because holy shit, this man is ready to give you the world but would you ever be able to carry everything he gives you? were you ready to admit to yourself that you would give him twice the world he gives you because that’s how precious he is to you?
you aren’t ready.
and you don’t think you ever will be.
maybe you should’ve gone to therapy for your commitment and trust issues when you were still in university because you definitely regretted flipping the finger to your kind on-campus counsellor now (she was actually very condescending and forced you to talk about your problems instead of easing into it like a good counsellor would so fuck her but you were still on that train of hating yourself, weren’t you?). it was almost like you never thought your issues would come back to bite you in the ass.
whatever, you can push this under the rug like you always have. it should be fine, it’s the way you have always dealt with, push it under the rug or run away from it.
and you know how ridiculous your thoughts are right now, you couldn’t possibly run away from taehyung, because here you were, all dressed up in a baby blue dress with your hands occupied in three large bags of takeout food for the hardworking boys in the practice room in front of you. and yes, you also know how pathetic it is to be so scared of being in love with this man and then coming right back to him because what if he missed his lunch? (you just wanted to see his face and no, you couldn’t go an entire day without him).
you sheepishly poked your head in and saw all of them scattered around the room, their heads snapping towards the now open door and you quickly looked for your man in the crowd, only to find him already looking at you with surprise evident in his eyes and a confused but lovely broad grin on his face as he happily skipped to you, pulling you in and closing the door behind you, almost immediately enveloping you in a warm hug.
“what are you doing here?” he happily sighed into the crook of your neck, and you could feel your heart stutter a little at the clear joy in his tone. you pulled away from him to lift the bags in your hands up.
“thought that you could use some food” you tilted your head to look at everyone else, giving them a shy smile and bow, taehyung looking at you with those eyes that he seemed to always look at you these days.
those lovesick eyes.
“fuck i love you” he chuckled slightly, grabbing the bags from your hands and walking away to set them on a table, not noticing how wide your eyes have gotten or the panic in your face as he said it.
he finally said the words you’ve been both dreading and longing to hear, and in such a casual way, you knew he just said it in a playful way for all the food you brought in but that didn’t mean your heart didn’t drop to your ass when you heard them. you snapped out of your trance when your ears caught them call you in a chorus, ushering you over to them.
“everything okay?” he whispered just low enough for you to hear, making sure that it didn’t catch anyone else’s attention. and as much as you wanted to fall on him and tell him everything your mind was putting you through, you gave him a tight smile and nodded your head.
you quietly walked up to them and only spoke when you were spoken to, a little too lost in yourself, looking to the side when taehyung nudged your elbow a little. you were never this silent, you were always bubbling with things to say or you made some dry jokes about your own suffering that had the whole room laughing, but right now, you just weren’t you. and that worried him.
“of course, i am always okay” you let out a nervous chuckle slip past your lips as you said it, cursing yourself for the slight break in your tone.
you weren’t okay.
you weren’t okay at all.
and taehyung knew that.
you could tell he wasn’t convinced at all with your answer so you just sighed and decided to come clean.
“we will talk about this later, okay? it isn’t anything bad, but it isn’t necessarily good either” you rambled silently, and taehyung, though unconvinced and worried sick now, nodded in agreement, giving you a side hug and kiss to your temple making your heart wrench in place even more.
“you know i love you, right? and that you can tell me anything?” you knew.
that was the problem.
you fucking knew he loved you and you didn’t know how to handle that.
but until your inevitable discussion later, you just leaned in for a kiss on his cheek making his cheeks flush and hurt a little at the almost immediate smile that grew on his face.
“aw look at them being all cute” jimin cooed from where he stood, clearly not having noticed the prior tense environment around the two of you.
“i’m telling you, it’s the honeymoon phase. they’ll be at each other’s throats soon” jungkook snickered harmlessly, as the others argued that you both have been in this honeymoon phase since forever now and it didn’t seem to go away anytime soon. and you turned red as they all continued to tease the two of you, making lighthearted jokes at how whipped you were and you didn’t have it in you to laugh like you usually would.
with jungkook and everyone else around you, people who you have become so comfortable with, it was all too overwhelming, you fit in so well, almost too well and that was one more thing for you to worry about.
when did you start feeling so at home with all of these people?
and why did spending lunch with them feel so normal all of a sudden?
you usually had lunch at your workplace with your friends, and you wouldn’t say you enjoyed it very much, because most of the time, you all were too exhausted to hold fun conversations, so it was all a very monotonous routine. but now, with taehyung and rest of them, you could feel bubbling energy every second you spent with them and it just felt so perfect.
but did it feel that way for them? or were you just intruding on their normal routine?
after a silent excuse to leave to work early and way too quick of a goodbye, you left with an even heavier mind than the one you spent all morning with. and even if you thought you were being subtle, your sour mood caught the attention of everyone in the room who were more concerned than you thought they would be.
“are you ready to tell me what’s going on with you?” taehyung walked in your apartment to see you slumped on the sofa, eyes teary with your focus on the tv which played somber ending music to a show (you weren’t crying because of the show, you were crying because oh my fucking god did you hate being you at that very moment, you were wallowing in self pity and with thoughts that you’ll die alone and loveless with around 20 cats, you even placed an order for catnip and bed impulsively for a cat you didn’t even own). you were doing great, clearly.
you couldn’t delay this conversation anymore without hurting either of you two even more.
“huh?” you sniffed, turning to see him pulling his coat off while keeping his narrowed and concerned eyes on you, you have never heard that tone on taehyung or seen him so agitated in a while.
at least both of them were never directed at you.
he dropped down next to you on the sofa, pulling the large bag of chips from your arms and setting it aside before looking right at you, refusing to break eye contact, leaving you to be the one to break it off with a sigh.
“i’m going to need you to listen to me without saying anything for the next 10 minutes because this is really hard for me to talk about, and i am not even sure what my actual problem is, i just don’t feel okay and i think i’m going to explode any second” you rambled, clearing your throat awkwardly at the end and crossing your arms across your chest like you were trying to protect yourself from your own words.
taehyung had never you seen this vulnerable, with your red-rimmed eyes, quivering lips and a loose sweater hanging off your shoulders, refusing to look at him, instead focusing on the socks adorning his feet and voice coming out in quiet gasps and whispers that he could barely hear.
you looked so fragile, so close to breaking to him. and that broke him too.
“whatever it is, we will figure it out together” he softly let out, forcing your arms out of the hold it had over your chest and tenderly grasping onto your hands, it made you feel exposed, even more vulnerable than you already were.
“i told you to be quiet” you choked out in a groan, tears pricking your eyes and he immediately cooed, rubbing the back of your hands and assuring that you now have the complete room to yourself.
“you know how things are going so well for us? like we spend at least 5 days in a week together and we’ve introduced each other to our friends and we’ve spoken briefly to each other’s parents too?”
“yeah, we’re obsessed with each other god.”
“taehyung?”
“yeah?”
“shut up.”
“okay” he chuckled and gestured for you to continue, making you smile a little too.
“i just feel like everything is going so well, and i feel so happy, so comfortable, i feel like i’m at a place in my life that i’ve been running towards my whole life but now that i’m actually here, i feel…scared?” taehyung raised an eyebrow at the end of your sentence, but not questioning anything because you continued your worried rant.
“it’s like, everything about you and your life has fit in so perfectly with mine, even with your busy schedule and my pain-in-the-ass work hours, we somehow make it work but i’m scared that it will all just go away at some point and i’ll be back at square one. i’ve never felt like this before, i love you, a lot and i love everything about us, i’m so happy with how we are, i just need reassurance that we will stay like this for as long as we can be, that’s all” you let out a deep breathe you didn’t know you were holding and looked at him nervously, chewing your bottom lip and you were sure that you bit it too hard. your heart pounded so hard, it felt like it was going to escape the cage of your chest.
“first off, stop biting your lip like that, you’re going to split it open and second, i love you too and third, is that it? you’re scared that we won’t last?” taehyung looked at you in disbelief that you would even think that you could get rid of him as his hands tightened around your own.
“and that you will leave me for someone else” you sighed out, figuring that it was best to just lay it all out there while you’re at it. taehyung just looked down and shook his head, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“you really don’t have a clue of how in love i am with you, do you?” you slowly shook your head at his rhetorical question.
“well, i guess i have to remind you. you have nothing to worry about when it comes to us, okay? whatever we are, and whatever we will become, i promise to try my best to always make it work for us, because just like you said, i love us and i love you. and if you don’t know what to do, we can figure it out together, i haven’t been in many relationships either, at least not meaningful ones so i have no clue but together, we can do anything, yeah?” he waited for your nod which came shortly after his words, you didn’t even realize you were crying until taehyung reached up to rub your tears away gently with his thumb, all while holding a soft smile to you.
“i love you, okay? and i am not going anywhere, i don’t want to be anywhere else so next time you feel like this, don’t suffer alone, come to me and we can either cry together or i can kiss your tears away, whichever works for you, though i would prefer the k-“ he was cut short when you literally threw your body on top of his, he immediately broke into a small giggle, reaching to wrap his arms around you too.
“i think you liked the kisses idea” he lightly teased making you laugh and mumble a low ‘shut up’ into his hoodie.
“do you promise? that we’ll try till we can’t?” you leaned back with glassy eyes and he smiled, nodding his answer.
“i promise, now you shut up and come back here” he pulled you back so that you would fall with your head nestled into his neck again.
“oh, one thing” he spoke up again and you let him continue.
“can you bring us lunch more often? because they all seem to love you more than they love me” he pouted a little, recounting how everyone rushed to ask him if everything was okay with you after practice was over and you smiled a little, feeling a little stupid for worrying so much about intruding on them.
“of course, as long as i get to see you” you jokingly blew him a kiss to which he reacted with an equally dramatic reaction, clutching his chest and scrunching his eyes shut, acting like he got shot and falling off the couch, the silence being filled with your loud laughs.
and that is how you end all your nights with him, filled with joy, and filled to the brim, with love.
turns out you didn’t need therapy after all.
but what were you going to do with all that catnip now?
taehyung sighs as he sits back down after making a large bouquet of different roses for a man who clearly needed to apologise to someone, considering the amount of money he spent, he probably fucked up pretty badly.
business at the flower shop was never booming, as expected, these days text messages, calls and half-assed reasonings have replaced the simplicity and significance of flowers.
even taehyung himself wouldn’t have cared about flowers at all, but he promised himself that he would do this for his best friend and his family who took care of him for as long as he remembered.
as he sat by himself, humming an unknown tune, he unconsciously glanced outside to see her.
he saw her every day, she would pass his little flower shop and she would be doing the most random things, one thing he picked up about her was that she seemed to walk her dog the same path crossing his store every other day, but one thing he knew for sure, that she was absolutely stunning.
he would sometimes catch her looking at the colourful tulips placed at the front of the shop or lazily gaze through the entire shop before she walked away.
but it was not like taehyung liked her, it was almost like he found her habits endearing, he was intrigued by this person who seemed to go through a tsunami of emotions every day, he is only guessing that, of course, based on the way she walked. the days taehyung assumed she was "sad”, she had a lethargic walk, “angry” was noticeable easily since she seemed to stomp her way by his store and the days he assumed she was “happy”, she seemed to have a bounce in her step and a bright smile, grinning at everyone she passed, it almost sometimes made taehyung wish he crossed paths with her so he could witness it too.
and after she passed by, he got right back to doing his work.
the flower shop was small but absolutely cosy and taehyung did all he could to make it look presentable and elegant.
he was not obligated to work there, but he felt like he owed that much and he enjoyed it too so, he would work whenever he had time. now, since it was summer, he had a lot of time for himself and he had nothing better to do anyway, so he’d be at the store the whole day.
he didn’t have anyone to go home to, anyone that would miss his presence except maybe his group of friends, so he leisurely spent the time around arranging the flowers and handling them with the utmost care.
taehyung absent-mindedly ran his fingers through his hair about a million times as he read his book which had information about different kinds of flowers and their meaning and care before the sunset, and then, the business was flat, he had maybe two customers who came for simple congratulatory bouquets, both of which took almost no time to make.
the clock struck 9 and he decided he could wrap it up for today and head home.
he double-checked if he had put recorded today’s activities, put the money in the safe and locked the glass doors, stepping outside.
the nights were pretty cold which was a stark contrast to the mornings that were irritatingly warm and sticky.
taehyung walked as he passed by many people, some were happy, some were drunk, some were definitely drunk, some were embarrassed because of the drunk person, some were talking loudly on their phones, some were giggling and everyone seemed to live in their own world. he admired the many different lifestyles that people led, while others found it annoying, he found it almost amusing about how we all live in the same familiar world, but completely unfamiliar with each other.
he heard his phone ding and he knew who it was even before looking at it. there were only around 7 people who would text him and he managed to set a different tone for each of them since it would be easier to know who was going to bother him for the day.
from: chimmy
yo tae, you done with the shop?
to: chimmy
hey chim, just finished wrapping everything up. omw home.
from: chimmy
great, i am coming over, i’m staying the night too.
to: chimmy
aight, see you in a bit then.
and with that, he slid his phone back into his coat pocket and walked a little faster so that he could go home and cook some dinner by the time jimin came over.
he opened the door to his apartment, it wasn’t like it was the biggest home in the area nor was it the smallest, but it was enough for him as the space made him feel cosy and it somehow fit him and his friends whenever they came over, he had a secret studio room which no one really knew about but him.
he walked in to see jimin sitting comfortably on the couch, and by comfortably, he meant legs sprawled out and body bent in the weirdest angles.
“tae!” jimin jumped up from the couch running over to give him a bear hug, taehyung pretended to shrug jimin off but he enjoyed the affection jimin showered him with so often.
“chill dude, you saw me not even 24 hours ago,” taehyung said, placing his coat and keys aside but jimin only grinned at him.
“anyway, we are gonna pass by the fact that you obviously very much so missed me too, i am hungry, you suck at cooking so, i already ordered some jjajangmyeon and we can watch a movie or something before sleeping, sound good?” jimin spoke so quickly, that any other person would barely grasp on what he was talking about but it was his best friend for like almost his whole life so jimin’s motorboat speaking skills rarely ever confuse him.
he nodded, trying not to take offence at the obvious jab on his cooking, but who was he kidding, he sucked at it and he was more than grateful that jimin had already ordered.
“sounds great, let me just change and come back. please put some good movie, i don’t want any of that alien vs. predator shit” he mumbled before heading over to his room.
he came out around the same time their food arrived and so they ate and bantered, talked about their day and eventually, passed out on the couch before the movie ever ended.
-
bright light entered through the thin curtains covering the large windows in the living room and taehyung stirred in his sleep, he groaned and turned away, trying to ignore the fact that it’s morning now but eventually, he got up, lazily rubbing his eyes and squinting to look at his surroundings.
there were dirty plates, glasses littering the table in front of them and then there was jimin, he had one leg on top of the couch, the other leg awkwardly touching the ground while he lightly snored.
taehyung snickered to himself as he pulled his phone out to take an extremely unflattering picture of his best friend and sent it to the group chat of their remaining friends. they immediately responded with hilarious reactions, all of them saying they would be saving the picture for future revenge.
taehyung stretched and finally got up from the couch to put the plates and other things away, then he lightly kicked jimin to wake him up, but jimin being jimin, just groaned and went back to sleeping like a baby. taehyung sighed and decided to wake him up later.
he went to his room to clean himself up and put on a comfortable outfit as he was gonna spend the rest of his day at the flower shop anyway.
he walked out of his room to find jimin still snoring away, so he got his phone and played the latest, most catchy k-pop song he could find as loudly as possible until it annoyed jimin enough to wake up.
“kim taehyung, i swear to god, shut the damn noise already!” jimin yelled, throwing a pillow but taehyung continued blasting different songs, dancing to them and singing along loudly.
jimin got up with a huff and glared at taehyung with a sleepy pout on his face.
“lose the pout chim, it won’t work on me nor will the glare, so get your lazy ass up and help me with breakfast already,” he mused, walking away to the kitchen while jimin rolled around the couch, whining for another 10 minutes before getting up to clean himself up as well.
after he was done getting ready, he joined taehyung in the kitchen to find a glass of juice, ready for him to drink and he jumped to sit on the counter as he watched tae make waffles for the both of them.
“look who finally decided to get their useless ass up” tae snickered as his tongue stuck out, concentrating on not to ruin the waffles.
“shut up man” jimin groaned out, rubbing his face tiredly before helping with the waffles as well.
“also, mom wants you to come over for dinner soon, she misses you apparently, so do the rest of them,” jimin informed and taehyung nodded, his heart warming slightly that someone missed him.
“sure, why not, i miss them too,” taehyung said with a soft sigh, and jimin gave him a small smile.
they both ate their breakfast and cleaned up the house a bit more before going off to their daily routine.
jimin worked at a small bakery that had the most amazing blueberry cupcakes, it was a part-time job though, jimin spent the rest of his time working at his family’s company. their family was rich and the company was very successful but jimin liked doing something that was only his for his satisfaction.
taehyung himself was an artist, an anonymous artist that no one except his closest friends knew about, he sold his art privately to specific people only but he was still pretty well-known as some of his works in the local gallery and graffiti went viral, it seemed like a bit of banksy situation but it’s not like he expected his art to blow up like that. he worked in the flower shop because he found it comforting and would probably continue working there until his big debut at an art gallery in the winter.
he was very passionate about the little things in life, the forgotten things, he wanted to remind people of the beauty in things that we usually ignore, which he tried to reflect in his art. his art was something he was very shy about, which is why very few people knew of it. he went by the alias vante, a random name that he came up with when he visited Paris with his friends at the beginning of his career.
as he approached the flower shop, he gently smiled at the soft sunshine falling on the tulips, he liked the tulips being at the front since they symbolize 'perfect love’.
he pushed the door open, being greeted with all different kinds of scents, he let his fingers delicately caress the different flowers before reaching the counter where he removed his jacket and got to work.
he sprayed the flowers with water, taking his time, and making sure each different kind of flower received a sufficient amount of water. this took about two hours every single day and after that, he plopped down on his chair, tired but relaxed nonetheless.
a few customers poured in, all for different reasons, two stood out the most, mainly because he used his favorite flowers in their decorations: a blue-haired guy who wanted to gift flowers to his boyfriend, taehyung happily wrapped a bouquet of peonies and red tulips, both flowers represented love and a kind old man who wanted flowers to give to his wife for their anniversary, taehyung decided on a bouquet of matthiola incana and camellia for him.
his heart filled with warmth watching the old man softly smile at his bouquet and thank him several times, this is why he loved working at the flower shop, to see that smile on different people for different reasons.
the sky turned to a beautiful ombre of orange and red, business slowed down again and taehyung lazily scrolled through his phone, laughing at the silly messages his friends sent, screenshotting a few and he absent-mindedly gazed outside to see heragain, right on time for her daily stroll.
but this time, he clearly saw the anger and rage evident on her face as she seemed to head in his direction.
taehyung panicked, sure, he had admired the mystery girl many times, but he never once thought he would actually have to meet her, he kept trying to avoid the fact that she was angrily stomping her way into his shop.
she looked around the shop before her eyes landed on him, she kept her gaze straight on him as she walked up to him, taking long and quick strides as he gulped nervously.
she finally reached the counter and slammed a twenty-dollar bill on it, making taehyung jump at the sound, and she spoke through gritted teeth,
“can you please make me a bouquet which conveys 'fuck you’?” her honey-like voice seethed.
oh no.
-
taehyung froze, his eyes wide as he tried to register the words she just spoke but quickly, he collected himself and cleared his throat before speaking.
“of course” he replied with a small smile and the girl looked a bit confused because she didn’t understand how this man remained so calm while she was quite literally bursting at seams with anger, he got up from where he was and walked over to the flowers, quietly looking through all of them, his eyes brightening a little every time he found the suitable flowers for the girl’s very specific bouquet.
she stayed silent, anger still evident but she softened quite a bit looking at the man in front of her, who was picking the flowers with a sense of calmness, as if he was used to people asking him to make a “fuck you” bouquet.
even though she was restless, she could not deny that this guy looked handsome as fuck.
she quickly scoffed and looked away, when she remembered why exactly she was here and why she needed that particular bouquet.
taehyung picked the flowers, wrapping them gently in some rustic patterned paper before finishing off with a bright red bow. he handed the bouquet to her and she tried to ignore the giddy feeling in her stomach she got when their fingers lightly grazed.
it’s nothing more than just attention from this obviously very good-looking man, that was all.
she watched the different flowers in the bouquet with the utmost confusion on why those particular flowers as taehyung took that time to admire the girl in front of him who was frowning in concentration, he found it adorable, he didn’t even realise she was speaking until he saw her lips moving, her lips were a light pink and looked very soft, he noted before listening to her.
“if you don’t mind, can you tell what each of these flowers symbolise?” she asked, her voice soft and soothing but an underlying tone of anger was still present. taehyung nodded, though surprised because most people didn’t care about the meanings of the flowers but he was grateful that someone asked and more importantly, that she asked.
“the germaniums symbolise stupidity, the foxglove stands for insincerity, the meadowsweet for uselessness, the yellow carnations for disappointment and finally, the orange lilies for hatred” taehyung explained with amusement as he watched the girl take in all the information.
she smirked and the thought 'this should teach steven a lesson’ kept revolving in her mind before she looked back at the dashing boy with a voice that could melt ice. she loved the way he spoke, his words sounded well-thought-out and beautiful and she could probably listen to him talk all day and never get tired but she quickly shook those thoughts from her head.
you don’t even know the dude, she quickly corrected herself.
“thank you, i know it’s an odd request-” she stammered, trying to explain why she needed it without giving away too much information but taehyung cut her off, waving his hand.
“it’s not a problem at all, don’t worry about it” he gave her a small smile, hoping to make her feel more comfortable. she nodded, gratefully before placing an extra twenty as a tip on the counter.
“thank you so much for taking your time to explain it and of course, for the bouquet.” she said, smiling brightly and holding back at the bouquet.
god, she looks even more breathtaking up close, he thought, involuntarily matching her smile.
“you’re welcome, have a great day miss.” he waved her goodbye and she nodded before spinning on her heel and exiting the shop, much calmer than she was when she entered it.
she couldn’t deny the smile that wouldn’t budge from her face as she couldn’t get the man out of her head but that was quickly wiped away when she saw the bouquet and was reminded of the circumstances that lead to her needing to walk into that flower shop. she started to walk quickly again, ready to give the bouquet to the guy who broke her heart, not sparing a second glance at the shop.
in the shop, taehyung sat stunned as his mind seemed to take a lot of time to process whatever just happened but even with the confusion, a small smile was on his face as her bright smile-even though she was obviously very pissed- kept flashing in his mind. he was so in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice jimin enter the shop until he heard someone obnoxiously clap their hands in front of him suddenly.
startled, he flinched and shuffled around, trying to regain his cool before he realised it was only jimin.
“why do you look like that?” jimin asked with a tilt to his head, sitting on an empty stool, looking around the flower shop, taking in all the small changes taehyung had made since he started working in the shop.
the lights were brighter, the decor was all plush in pale colors to make the vibrant flowers stand out and the wrapping papers had many varieties now.
he let out a sigh, before turning back to taehyung who watched him quietly.
taehyung knew how painful it was for jimin to come into the flower shop since it was previously owned by jimin’s grandpa, the both of them would always visit his grandpa at work as young boys, played around with the various flowers and ribbons, and it was rare for jimin to come to the flower shop as every little detail reminded him of his happy, old man.
he would only visit the shop in two instances, either he was in a very good mood or the complete opposite. he heavily sighed one last time before setting his elbows on the counters and leaning his face into his hands.
“well, are you going to answer me today?” jimin asked, the snark unmissable in his voice and taehyung shook his head.
“that’s not important, i was just distracted, is everything ok chim?” taehyung asked, carefully, deciding that a random but attractive girl wasn’t important at the moment, and jimin nodded.
“i just had a small fight with the manager at the bakery, i keep messing up the display apparently like sir but all the sugared donuts look the same to me, how am i supposed to know which ones are cream or jam-filled if i don’t know what’s fucking in them and i’m just handed a tray expected to arrange even though no one tells me what the fuck it is” he groaned out loud, hitting his head on the table, his complaints about his manager were frequent, and jimin sweetly called the manager 'a pain in my bubbly ass’.
“how about we have a guys night, you, me and the boys?” he suggested. jimin contemplated whether meeting the rest of the crackheads would end in anything good.
it would not.
but he agreed to it nonetheless, they always managed to make him feel happy anyway.
the boys sent a text to their group chat and headed out, locking the flower shop, ready for a good time but thoughts of the girl lingered in taehyung’s mind as he walked alongside his best friend.
meanwhile, things were not going so great for her as she impatiently tapped her foot, standing in front of the large building, waiting for her boyfriend, well soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend to step out so she could finally put a stop to whatever clownery their relationship was.
she read his text which stated he would be out in 10 minutes and smirked before slipping her phone back into her pocket.
i’ll be so glad when this is over, she thought.
-
she perked up, watching him exit the building and walking straight to her. he had a huge grin on his face as he approached her and leaned in for a hug which she immediately dodged, leaving him confused.
“wha-” he started, concern laced in his voice but she put her hand up, stopping him from speaking any further.
“save it, steven” she spat out and he looked taken aback by her sudden harsh words but he realised that her posture was very rigid and she looked very pissed off.
“babe, is everything okay?” he asked, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips, stepping closer to her and tried to hold her hand, she immediately swatted his hand away before glaring at him.
“don’t act so innocent, babe. maybe set a new password for that goddamn phone of yours” she seethed, venom dripping from her words and he finally started to get a small idea of what was happening.
“you saw the texts?” he asked, his voice was small and he looked away, clearly guilty.
“did i see them? well, let’s go through some facts here, so i’m just a 'cheap bitch’ who you will have around for 'another tiring month’ and all i do is 'bore the fuck out of you’ or 'annoy you’ and you 'don’t know’ how to end things with me. now you tell me, did i see the fucking texts?” she almost screamed and he took it, he deserved it, hell, he probably deserved more than that but she knew arguing with him was just a waste of her precious time.
“babe, please listen to m-” he pleaded but she wasn’t having any of it, cutting him off once again.
“no, you listen to me steven, since you 'don’t know’ how to end things with me, i’m gonna make this real simple for you. i don’t want to spend another 'tiring’ minute with you, i honestly feel bad for whoever you’ll date next, i hope they enjoy their 'two minutes in hell’ in bed with you” she spat out and he just stared at her, stone shocked.
“also, i almost forgot, you were a florist right? have a good time figuring out what this means” she smirked, throwing the bouquet into his arms and taking one last look at his dumb face before turning and walking in the opposite direction, head held high and a bounce in her step.
steven stood there, dumbfounded before bringing the bouquet closer to inspect the flowers, he immediately understood what they meant and a offended scoff left his lips as he dropped the bouquet to his feet and stomped on it, again and again, like a child.
she sashayed her way home and closed the door, leaning on it, letting out a light sigh before a smile formed on her lips for two reasons,
1. she was finally not with that man-child anymore and she never felt more relieved in her life.
2. she also remembered the very cute boy from the flower shop, his doll-like features and his comforting words, how he spoke about flowers so passionately even when they had an unpleasant meaning, he intrigued her and she didn’t have to mention the fact that she was attracted to him, she was pretty sure everyone who met him was.
she put her shoes away, hung her coat with a hum and walked into her apartment which she shared with her best friend.
speaking about above mentioned best friend, celeste park walked in at that moment and immediately started bombarding her with questions on how everything went.
she just let out a huff before slowly walking into her room with celeste hot on her tail, she shut out whatever surely nonsense her friend was spewing and quickly excused herself to shower and change.
after she was in more comfortable clothes, she joined celeste on the couch who sat with a small pout on her face, clearly annoyed that she wouldn’t tell her anything.
she cuddled into her friend’s arms and started narrating about how it all went down with steven, celeste continued to throw around snide remarks about her ex-boyfriend the entire time, and by the end of it, both of them were giggling before celeste tightly hugged her.
“i am so proud of you and happy that you are not with him anymore, god knows how many times i told you he wasn’t worth your time” celeste snickered, brushing her friend’s hair softly.
“yeah, you sounded like a broken record. i should have dumped him right then.” she giggled as celeste hit her with a pillow.
“also, i forgot to mention, i met this guy,” she mused with a cheeky smile, wandering off and leaving celeste with wide eyes who started to follow the girl around as she made dinner.
“who is it? and damn, who knew you would find someone else literally the day you break up with your boyfriend?” celeste said with a smirk on her face, sitting on the chair near the counter.
“shut up cel, i barely know the guy, hell, i don’t even know his name except for the fact that he works at the flower shope but let me tell you, he was probably the finest man i’ve seen in my life” she explained with a dreamy drag to her words.
“that’s what you said about steven” celeste interjected with raised eyebrows, not really trusting her friend’s words on this as she shook her head violently.
“steven was fine but almost in a childish way, this guy was all man, his voice was deep and raspy, you wouldn’t believe how good he sounded when he started speaking about the flowers. ugh, he sounded so articulate” she blabbered away, tasting the food as celeste listened on, finding her best friend’s description of a guy and dazed expression clearly amusing.
“so you find him interesting?” celeste asked, knowing the answer already while she thought for a while before nodding.
“you could say, very interesting” she confirmed with amusement laced in her voice.
“come on, stop thinking about how he sounds in bed already, at least talk to the guy before you do that” celeste teased, giggling at her interested-correction-very interested best friend.
“alright alright, cut it out now!” she whined before serving the fried rice for the both of them. they both started eating before celeste started speaking again.
“so you’re gonna go back to the flower shop right?” celeste spoke with her mouth full, and she looked away, poking her plate.
“i don’t know about that cel, like what would i do even if i did go back?” she stammered, uncertainty clear in her voice.
“dude, you’re obviously interested in him and if he is fine as fuck as you say, just go in there, ask about random flowers or buy random flowers, or even better, try to explain why you asked for such a weird bouquet” celeste shrugged after she was done suggesting ways to approach the flower boy.
she just nodded along, her eyes slightly twitching with nervousness and excitement and celeste rolled her eyes.
“i know that look, you’re going back, aren’t you?” celeste asked, knowing full well that her best friend never took things slow, and she smirked back in reply.
“hell yeah”
-
well, let’s just say she ended up overthinking the whole situation and never ended up going. the confidence she had before had now withered as the day loomed in and she was trying to avoid the flower shop as much as she could.
she couldn’t help but think how he must’ve found her fucking bonkers for the request she made, and the guy being so freaking gorgeous didn’t help her nerves either. she took a different route for when she was dog-sitting shiro and she successfully avoided the shop for a week.
but here she was, after a very long week, two minutes away from the flower shop, she finally decided to woman up and talk to him.
meanwhile, taehyung too had subconsciously thought of her all week, he was more curious about her than he ever was before, but he couldn’t do anything about it, she had stopped coming by the shop so, he didn’t see her at all. he started wondering that maybe he did something that might’ve scared her off but couldn’t come up with anything. he told jimin about her, and he was no help, all he did was tease taehyung all week.
then, he saw her, in front of the shop, fiddling with her fingers and looking down, she slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze and her face broke out in a small, nervous smile.
she pushed the glass door open, slowly before making her way to taehyung who was watching her with widened eyes but still kept his overall composure.
she reached his counter, now making eye contact with taehyung and they both gulped, hearts beating loudly. they kept staring at each other before taehyung finally mustered up the courage to break the silence.
“are you here for another 'fuck you’ bouquet?” taehyung teased her and she blushed, looking away with a grin.
“so you remember,” she hummed, a smile still present on her face and he nodded.
“of course, kind of hard to forget someone who asks for such an interesting bouquet” he said and she laughed, making his smile wider as he took her in.
she wore a white and light blue sundress, her earrings dangled when she laughed, and her feet were adorned in wedges. she looked very cute, he noted as he waited for her reply.
“about that, i just wanted to come and thank you again for being so calm when i was losing my mind,i must have looked like such a brazen person” she waved her hands here and there as she spoke, another habit of hers that he noticed.
“i thought i already told you that it was more than alright and it is also my job. though i have to say, it’s left me more than a little curious” he hinted, wanting to know more about her, he wasn’t sure if she would tell him but he could at least try, and she nodded, deciding that it was her chance to talk to him more.
“understandably, so if i explain the whole thing, it’s gonna take forever, i needed the bouquet for my now ex-boyfriend, more specifically to break up with him” she explained, and he listened intently as she spoke, making her feel flustered with the attention.
well, wasn’t he the happiest man to know she was single right now.
“well, did he get the message?” he asked, resting his elbows on the counter and leaning forward unconciously, her cheeks warmed when he did this and she hoped he didn’t notice which thankfully, he didn’t.
“i am pretty sure he did” she replied, a satisfied smile playing on her lips and he smiled back at her.
“then i am glad the bouquet helped.”
"it definitely did” she giggled as she imagined steven with a childish pout on his face, looking at the delicate flowers with hatred, she was sure he probably threw the flowers in a trash can or stomped on them, throwing a fit like the petulant man-child he was.
an awkward silence ensued in the air with the both of them not knowing how to continue the conversation, they barely knew each other but they wanted to stay right there, with each other.
"i never caught your name, should i just call you flower boy?“ she asked, with a teasing smile on her face and he smirked, a grin threatening to spread on his face.
he loved that name, though he would never admit it.
"well, i don’t mind if you call me that but the name’s kim taehyung if you decide otherwise” he said, and hoped that he was not kidding himself when he saw her blush as their eyes met again.
“kim taehyung, you’re korean. i am too” she remarked, her voice laced with admiration, she really did like the name and he couldn’t ignore the tingle he felt when she said his name.
“oh really, i was born in busan and then we moved here, what would your name be?”
“rumi, lee rumi”
“anyway rumi, lee rumi, pleased to make your acquaintance” he replied in his signature raspy tone which only made her feel more flustered, his voice was deep and smooth and sounded like music to her ears.
“how long have you been working here? i don’t think i’ve seen you around before” she inquired, she was always a little too lost in her own world to care about her surroundings.
oh, well i’ve definitely seen you around, he thought.
“a good while now, and i’m not surprised, flower shops are not exactly the talk of the town” he half-joked, and she frowned, not liking how he was belittling his own shop.
“that’s not true and i’m not saying this to flatter you, but this is by far, the prettiest flower shop i’ve seen ever” she spoke with wonder in her tone, looking around and waving her hands around the entire shop, at the beautiful flowers first, the muted colors surrounding them and then the decorative knick-knacks that seemed to make the place stand out even more.
“thank you but i can’t help but be totally flattered when you say it like that” he teased, even surprising himself, he didn’t know that he was confident enough to hold a conversation with her, but here he was, enjoying teasing her and making her blush.
he couldn’t ignore the giddy feeling he felt every time she smiled or laughed at his remarks, just like right now, she was laughing and shaking her head at him.
“glad i could flatter you, flower boy” she smoothly said, in an equally teasing voice and now, it was his turn to feel flustered.
'flower boy’ just might be my favourite two words in the world right now, he thought, he was not very used to nicknames but he was just completely in love with how she uttered those two words.
on the other hand, rumi was more than enjoying this conversation, she hadn’t imagined how well this could go.
they sat in the store and talked about anything they could, conversation flowing easily between them as they got more comfortable, they told each other about their best friends, taehyung would say that jimin is annoying and rumi would tell him to wait till he met celeste, both of them actively avoided talking about family, it was too soon anyway and even the flowers seemed to lean to listen to them chatting away with heart-fluttering laughter and hilarious jabs at each others tastes.
there were no customers for the rest of the day as taehyung wrapped up a huge order very recently so thankfully there was no one to interrupt them.
the sun had set, turning the sky into it’s own canvas, swirling different colours to create a beautifully finished piece but the two people in the flower shop, could only look at each other as day turned to night.
it was past nine when rumi got a call from her best friend who started grilling her about where she was and how it worked out with the flower boy, it was only then rumi realised how late it got and even taehyung was shocked that they had talked for so long, realising he had to lock the flower shop anytime now, he told her to wait while he did some last checks before calling it a day.
as he locked the glass doors, she kept staring at him, and felt her heart hammering in her chest when he turned around with a stunning smile on his face after he was done.
“i’m sorry if i kept you distracted too long” rumi uttered in a small voice, guiltily looking down and he shook his head, if anything, he hated that the day was over already, that the moon had come out so quickly, being so inconsiderate to the two people in the flower shop, slowly getting infatuated with each other.
“i didn’t mind being distracted by you at all” taehyung replied honestly, he really didn’t, he could use a distraction like her from time to time, and she blushed intensely.
“i have to go now, celeste won’t stop bothering me,” she said with a sigh, not quite wanting to leave but having no other choice but to leave.
“will i see you again?” he asked, eyebrows raised expectantly, hoping she would say yes and not find him too cheesy.
“definitely” she gave him a bright smile before walking away, only her scent lingering where she stood as taehyung watched the ethereal way the light seemed to hit her as she bounced her steps.
and the butterflies he felt at that moment were something he’d never experienced before.
-
“so, he is even more attractive than you said last time?” celeste asked in disbelief with raised eyebrows, her head resting on rumi’s stomach, looking expectedly at her to answer.
“like you wouldn’t believe cel, he had this serene smile on his face and he just emitted this strong, sexy, mature, calm aura that honestly made me want to jump over the counter and kiss him” rumi wildly exclaimed, exaggerating her feelings a little for dramatic flair and celeste laughed.
“slow down there, you animal,” she mused, leaning away from rumi and now resting flat on her back as she glanced at rumi who was deep in thought.
“gosh let me rant, first he was teasing me and smirking and a second later, he was so adorable, and the next, he was acting all hot as fuck. and i have just never felt this way with someone” rumi blurted out, whispering the last part while placing a hand on her racing heart and celeste smirked, enjoying her friend’s dramatic explanation.
“you seem so whipped for someone you barely know anything about,” celeste hummed out and rumi scoffed, not quite liking her tone.
“not for long, i am definitely going back there,” she was determined, her voice full of confidence and celeste sighed, knowing that this over-confidence usually blew up in her face.
“uh-huh, you said that last time and ended up waiting for a full week, whining and annoying the hell out of me,” she complained with exasperation clear in her voice. rumi pouted and turned over in bed to hit her best friend on the arm.
“i was so so so nervous,” she whispered playfully.
“you’re still nervous” celeste pointed out and rumi pursed her lips because she knew it was true. rumi sounded confident a good 90% of the time for sure, but deep down, she still cared way too much about what he might have thought about her, if he found her crazy for coming back or if he thought she was attractive like she thought he was.
she kept replaying their conversation over and over again in her head, and even though they easily spent about half a day talking, he still felt like such a mystery to her, he was someone she wanted to know about but was too scared to be let down on what she might know.
she couldn’t help but think, what if he was too good to be true. that was her biggest fear probably: disappointment. she also feared trusting someone too much, too quickly only to be let down at the end of the day.
though she was more than happy that she wasn’t with steven anymore, she was still hurt over the shit he had been spewing about her to people they knew, how lowly he thought of her while still complimenting her, taking her out on dates, bringing her flowers and being your general 'good’ boyfriend.
she wanted to be unbothered over what people say but she was still human. she still wanted to be loved, appreciated, noticed, and not seen as some 'cheap bitch’ who was annoying or a time-pass, even if she wouldn’t admit it out loud, steven’s words had impacted her in a way that she couldn’t explain.
she remembered how heartbroken she felt when she first saw those texts, she cried in celeste’s arms for a whole day, she had never felt so insecure of herself because even if he was a man-child, she still did like him a lot and even during the grand break-up, it had taken everything in her to resist his confused face and puppy eyes. but she also knew that he wasn’t affected by the breakup as much as he acted at all and she hated that.
she hated the fact that he was the actual unbothered one. she was obviously better off without him, but she couldn’t help but think maybe he had a rational explanation and every time she thought of that, she mentally cursed herself out for even thinking that he deserved a second chance.
celeste just started at rumi as she was lost in her thoughts with her expressions changing every few seconds, and when she violently shook her head and looked at celeste with a sad look in her eyes, celeste knew exactly what was going on in rumi’s head.
“thinking of that dirtbag?” celeste murmured knowingly, referring to the cursed ex-boyfriend and rumi sighed out loudly, hating herself for letting her mind drift back to that pathetic mess of a man.
“how do you know me so well?” she rhetorically asked and celeste shrugged.
“you had that constipated look on your face and you only make that face when you think of something stupid,” she said smugly, making rumi laugh.
“what’s wrong, babe?” celeste asked softly, concerned when rumi crawled in her arms to cuddle with her.
“i just can’t help but think that the idea i built of taehyung is too good to be true and if he ends up like steven?” rumi whispered, sadness dripping from her voice. celeste knew of rumi’s fears and she knew exactly why she had them as well.
“maybe just don’t put him on such a high pedestal yet, and stop thinking of steven, he was definitely never too good to be true” celeste’s words comforted rumi to an extent, the right words always do, and rumi nodded, pulling away from her.
“you never told me how your date with that hot colleague of yours yet?” rumi asked, with a small smirk on her face and celeste immediately became bashful. rumi’s eyes widened in surprise, there were very few instances which made celeste shy, as being a lawyer, she saw a lot of nasty situations happening to people and refused to let someone 'tame’ her. so her red cheeks and shy smile were a huge surprise.
“oh my god, you are blushing! who is this guy and what has he done to you?” rumi almost screamed out, bouncing around in anticipation and celeste laughed at her hyperactive behavior.
“his name is kim chaemin for your kind information and yes, the date went very well, he was a gentleman, we split the bill for dinner, got ice-cream after that and went on a nice, long walk in the park” celeste gushed, replaying the sweet date in her mind and rumi only shook her head in disbelief that this information had been held from her.
“i can’t believe you waited a week to tell me this, also did anything else happen?” rumi said, wiggling her eyebrows, leaning into celeste who pushed her away with a smile.
“i thought we’d have to talk about work to prevent anything from getting too awkward, but it went so smoothly and yes, i hoped that he would at least kiss me but he just squeezed my hand before leaving,” celeste said with a disappointed sigh at the end.
“he squeezed your hand? what a whore” rumi joked with a small chuckle, and celeste threw a pillow on her face which only made her laugh louder.
“but seriously, why the hell would he think squeezing my hand was a good way to end the date?” celeste asked, with a slight pout and rumi shrugged.
“maybe he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable which i think is very nice of him” rumi tried to reason when celeste sighed.
“too nice” she grumbled under her breath which only made rumi laugh out loud.
“just kiss him next time, it’s not like he should be the one to initiate it” rumi remarked and celeste nodded enthusiastically.
“yeah, next time, if i see signs of him wanting to kiss me, i will just do it” she said, bobbing her head in determination.
“good for you, now, i would love to stay up and talk all night but i’m drained and i have to go see that woman who wanted to plan some garden party tomorrow” rumi groaned out the last part, the thought of work putting her in a sour mood yet again.
“you go ahead and sleep, i’ll probably be up for another hour or so, i have some files to look through,” celeste informed rumi, getting off the bed while rumi wrapped the blanket around herself, already closing her eyes.
“good night” celeste sang, laughing softly at her snoring best friend and getting out of the room.
-
taehyung sat at the counter, staring into nothing, a budding smile was etched into his face as he thought about the events that occurred a few days ago now, he had been in a pretty good mood since when he had finally talked to the girl he’s always wanted to know more about. it was this raging kind of excitement for knowing something about her after all those days of just seeing her pass by.
from what she’s told him, rumi is an event-planner who is usually pretty busy but these days, she has been taking up smaller tasks so she can focus more on herself, the dog she walks every other day is not her’s but her neighbours, his name is shiro and he is 'the cutest fluff ball’ (her words, not his, though he was sure he would agree to that part) her best friend is celeste who is a family lawyer and is very busy too, rumi is a big spender, and she hates how she never seems to have control over what she spends her money on. this was all he learned from her from their not-so-brief time spent together.
he had told a little about himself too, but most of the time, he loved to hear her talk and how she would animatedly wave her hands around, he definitely wasn’t aware that she practically drooled when she first heard him talk, he told her about jimin and his other friends, he talked a little bit about the flower shop, but never mentioned why exactly he started working there, he actively avoided talking about what he did for a living because again, no one knew except his closest friends and she was still very much a stranger. maybe one day he would tell her but that day seemed very far away.
his thoughts were interrupted when he heard the bell at the front door, he immediately snapped his head to look, assuming that maybe rumi had returned but grumbled when he saw it was his friend, jungkook.
“really? i’ve been your best friend for 7 years now” jungkook deadpanned, annoyance clear in his voice and taehyung laughed at the pout on his face.
“which is exactly why i am tired, i’ve seen your face too many times” he said mockingly, and jungkook just glared at him as plopped down opposite to his friend behind the counter.
“i’m here because i missed you and you treat me like this” jungkook exclaimed dramatically, taehyung felt bad but then rolled his eyes as he saw jungkook bat his eyelashes at him, there was no way jungkook would actually tell him if he missed him.
“we both know that’s not true, now tell me why you’re here”
“jimin told me to pick you up” jungkook informed, silently looking around the store and then turning back to taehyung who quirked his eyebrow.
“i’m not going drinking again, i still have a headache from last time” jungkook’s face dropped into a playful glare at his friend’s words.
“why do you think so lowly of us? he just wants us all to hang out at the bakery” he waved off taehyung’s worries, even if he knew that taehyung would actually be up for another day of drinking if he pried enough.
“fine, give me 10 minutes, i will wrap everything up then we can leave” taehyung said, taking off his apron and starting his final checks, he finished double-checking everything which got more than a few complaints and groans from jungkook, this only amused taehyung and encouraged him to take more time. once he was finished, with a dramatic sigh of relief from jungkook, they left the flower shop and got into jungkook’s car to go to the bakery.
as soon as they reached the bakery, the smell of different loaves of bread, pastries and cakes surrounded them and jimin, noticing the two, waved excitedly whereas yoongi gave them a nod of acknowledgement.
“why did it take you forever to bring him?” yoongi whined, sipping on his now-warm strawberry milkshake while jimin came to them with two cups of each of their favorite drinks, strawberry ice tea for taehyung and a banana milkshake for jungkook who happily started slurping away.
“blame taehyung, he took so much time to wrap up the shop"jungkook complained, mouth full of milkshake and taehyung shook his head.
"don’t talk with your mouth full, kook” jimin scolded the younger one.
"what did you bring us here for?” taehyung asked, sitting beside yoongi while jungkook stayed standing with jimin, making their height difference all the more obvious.
“you don’t remember? it’s namjoon’s birthday is in a month” yoongi asked, with a raise of his eyebrow and taehyung felt a dull guilt for forgetting.
the boys always made a big deal about birthdays and special occasions from the beginning, but with the flower shop and art deal wrap-ups on his mind, taehyung completely forgot.
“jungkook didn’t know either” he pointed to the younger man, making a poor attempt at defending himself and jungkook’s eyes widened, shocked that taehyung would out him like that.
“don’t drag me into your shit” he half-yelled, hitting taehyung’s arm, making taehyung wince and moving away from the much stronger jungkook.
“have you started working out again kook?” he groaned in pain while rubbing his poor arm up and down and jungkook smirked, basking in his reaction.
“i sure did, just to beat you guys up” he proudly admitted with a huge grin, flexing his biceps and yoongi chuckled fondly at him.
“guys, we need to focus” jimin whined, exasperated while the two boys kept bickering.
after 20 more wasted minutes, they started discussing in a civil manner, soon the rest of the boys except namjoon of course, had arrived, so they could make some final plans.
they were all having a lot of fun, making fun of namjoon who was not present, and of course, taking the absolute shit out of each other, loud laughs and eyes filled with happy tears were all you could see in the little bakery.
suddenly, they felt a cold rush of the air come into the bakery and they all snapped their heads, not quite expecting any customers at this hour, only to see a girl step in.
“taehyung?” they heard a honey-sweet voice and he immediately knew who it was.
it couldn’t be her, right?
“rumi?” he frowned, getting out of his seat, the other boys looked at each other in utter confusion, except jimin who knew who rumi was and he tried to mask his smirk when he came to the realisation that this is the girl taehyung didn’t seem to shut up about for a few days.
“what are you doing here?” he asked, nervously stuffing his hands into his pockets and eyeing her involuntarily as she came closer. a small, awkward smile was settled on her face, not really expecting to have run into him today.
“i could ask you the same thing” she said, with a smirk when she saw how flustered he looked, she too was struggling with hiding her definitely reddened cheeks but it made her feel better that she wasn’t the only one who was taken off guard.
“we were all just hanging out” he trailed off, eyes darting towards his friends who were enjoying the view, and his hands reached to scratch the back of his neck, not knowing what exactly to do before reaching to run a hand through his hair while didn’t help rumi at all, she noticed his neck and hand veins which were very prominent and like any reasonable girl ever, they made her feel a little hot.
the rest of the boys watched them interact with peaked interest, quietly shaking their head at taehyung who seemed to have stopped functioning properly. they couldn’t believe his lack of game.
“it’s celeste’s birthday tomorrow and i forgot to pick up a cake, she’s gonna kill me if i go home without one and i’ve been to 5 shops already, they’re all closed” she whined while wringing her hands together, taehyung listened intently as she rambled on, finding it quite amusing as he always did, she seemed to be so invested in explaining things that her face would contort into many animated expressions which taehyung admired picking apart.
“wait, is this bakery still open?” she asked, worry clear in her voice, as looked around, seeing no one except the six boys gathered around the counter when jimin perked up, getting out of his seat to wave the girl to come over.
“yes ma'am, we are, which cake would you like?” he gave her a warm smile, quickly getting behind the counter and she sighed in relief, putting a hand to her chest.
“you are literally saving my life right now” she breathed out, flashing a quick smile to taehyung to excuse herself before speed walking to the counter.
taehyung watched as she looked through the different cakes, licking her lips ever so often, laughing whenever jimin would make a funny remark about something as the others watched everything happening, looking like a group of lost puppies. they didn’t know that jimin knew rumi from taehyung and they didn’t know rumi at all so this situation was more than a little confusing to them.
but they could guess enough from their friend’s red cheeks.
taehyung heard her thanking jimin a dozen times, jimin waving her polite thank you’s with a small smile, explaining he was more than happy to help and she bowed to him one last time as she walked back to taehyung..
“i’ve got the cake, so she will let me survive” she said, gesturing towards the plastic bag which now held a delicate cake and taehyung let out a small chuckle at her choice of words.
“glad to know you will survive” he mused and she smiled brightly, pushing her hair behind her ear.
“it’s a good time to be alive, i guess” she chuckled nervously, her cheeks turning red, mentally slapping herself for being so lame but taehyung didn’t seem to mind as he gave her a tiny smile.
he felt just as silly around her.
“crap, it’s getting late, i should probably go, bye taehyung” rumi pouted, glancing at her watch, and taehyung nodded, biting his lip, wanting to talk more but also not knowing exactly what to say.
she waved him goodbye which he reciprocated, before turning back to head out, she stepped into the empty streets, exhaling a breath she didn’t realise she was holding and then she heard racing footsteps behind her, she turned around to see a breathless taehyung.
he stopped in front of her, scratching the back of his neck as he struggled to find the words to say to her.
“i was thinking” he started, hands running through his hair as he trailed off, she stared at him expectantly and held back her giggles at his flustered expression.
“i was thinking” he repeated causing her to let out a big grin and he groaned out in frustration, he was really botching it.
“what is it, flower boy?” she asked, teasing the already very nervous man in front of her, hoping that would make him less nervous and it did as he laughed breezily at the nickname.
please don’t ever stop calling me that, he thought, he couldn’t help it, he loved hearing her say those two words.
“i was thinking we could maybe go get a cup of coffee sometime”
-
“i was thinking we could maybe go get a cup of coffee sometime” he quickly blurted out, with wide eyes and hesitation clear in his voice, and rumi was more than pleased that he took the initiative.
“i would love to, taehyung” she softly sighed out and a grin made its way on taehyung as he let out a breath of relief, muttering a low 'thank god’.
“i still don’t have your number though” she hinted, pursing her lips and taehyung immediately took his phone out of his pocket, almost dropping it, making her let out a amused laugh and placed it in her hands and she did the same, typing each other’s numbers with red cheeks and euphoric eyes.
“see you soon, taehyung” she gave him one last smile, which made his heart race and the way she said his name made him feel so many unexplainable things but he nodded at her, trying to remain calm and returning her infectious smile.
she walked away with a bounce in her step, this seemed to be the way she walked after every conversation she had with him.
taehyung just stood there, dumbfounded that he finally found the courage to ask her out, and then he heard the bakery door open, he turned around with a stupid grin on his face, to see jimin standing there with a huge smirk on his face which made him drop his smile immediately.
“if you’re done being romeo, i think you should come in” jimin teased him and taehyung huffed, feeling embarrassed and walked in to see all of them looking at him with smirks on their faces, and he knew that they would never let this die down.
“guys i-” he started to explain when jin put his hand up, stopping him.
“jimin filled us in when you were gone, gotta say taehyung-, i expected you to be better with this and you know, you could have come to your older brother for help” jin joked, shaking his head at the younger man and sipping his drink while the others agreed that taehyung’s skills needed to get better soon.
“i barely know her, we just started talking” taehyung argued, getting into his seat but of course, the others just continued to tease him, it was not like they would actually listen to him.
“she is really pretty” jungkook spoke up, and all the others agreed in loud voices which only flustered taehyung even more.
“what does she do?” hoseok asked in the middle of the ruckus which silenced all of them and they looked at taehyung expectantly, more than eager for any information about her.
“oh, she’s an event planner” he replied simply, sipping his drink when jimin’s eyes widened, beaming with excitement.
“guys, i have a perfect idea” jimin exclaimed, slamming his hand on the table and they just looked at him, with blank faces because his 'brilliant’ ideas were usually a bust.
“really jimin? the last time you had the 'perfect’ idea, we ended up having to clean my house for 5 hours” yoongi complained, jimin gave him a glare while the others snickered.
“that was one time, get over it” jimin exclaimed and the others shook their heads, knowing that whichever plan he had wouldn’t work out at all.
“fine then, what is your 'perfect’ idea?” hoseok stressed on the 'perfect’, while the others hid their snickers at his tone for the sake of jimin’s ego.
“she’s an event planner, right?” he started, hands animatedly gesturing unknown things and taehyung nodded, not quite understanding where he was going with this.
“we’re looking for an event planner for namjoon’s birthday party anyway” jimin trailed off and some of them nodded in realisation, it wasn’t that bad of an idea after all.
“we could ask her to be the event planner!” jungkook said excitedly and the five boys rolled their eyes while jimin excitedly nodded at the younger boy, giving him a quick high-five from across the table.
“i think we all got that, kook” jin deadpanned and the youngest pouted at that, mumbling a 'i was just saying’.
“i don’t know about that guys, i mean i’m sure she’s really good but wouldn’t it be weird?” taehyung questioned, not fully into the idea, he still knew too little about rumi to comfortably ask her anything and hoseok shook his head, thinking the complete opposite.
“why would it be weird, taehyung, like you said, she might be really good and we need someone like that for namjoon’s birthday, her being your acquaintance is just a happy perk” hoseok explained it like it was no big deal, it wouldn’t be a big deal to taehyung too if he could have a conversation with her without wanting the ground to swallow him up, but the others nodded in agreement, thinking it was after all a 'perfect’ idea just like jimin emphasized.
“maybe when you both get that cup of coffee, you can mention it to her” jimin teased, letting it be known that he heard their conversation clear as day and taehyung glared at him.
“how much of our conversation did you hear?” taehyung asked, irritation and embarrassment heavy in his voice, he didn’t need jimin hearing him stutter and struggle to speak over a simple coffee date.
“enough to know that you don’t have game” jimin snickered, to which all of the others broke out in rowdy laughter and cheers, slapping jimin on his back for the remark and taehyung just sat there, with red cheeks and a plan to murder park jimin later.
-
on her walk back home, rumi couldn’t stop smiling, she finally got his number, she probably will hang out with him and the more she thought of him, the more excited she became.
when she reached home, she put the cake in the fridge and saw celeste snoozing away on the couch, there was still 2 hours left for her birthday, so rumi just let her be.
in the meantime, she quietly started decorating their small kitchen with fairy lights, balloons, sweet-smelling candles, she tiptoed around the apartment, trying her hardest to not wake the sleeping girl which was easy considering that celeste was a heavy sleeper.
after the decoration was done, rumi showered, changed into more comfortable clothes and patiently waited for it to become midnight.
when the clock showed 12:00, she rushed into kitchen and brought out the cake, and softly sang 'happy birthday’, celeste groaned and tried to hide her face in the pillows, while rumi just sigh
Genre: (Inaccurate) Historical AU || Strangers to lovers AU || Supernatural AU || Implied smut || Fluff || Angst
Summary: Picking which road to go down is easy when you think about how alone you would be without Jungkook, even if he hadn’t been the most honest with you from the start.
Word count: 9k
Tags/ warnings: angst, fluffy-ish, minor mention of blood, self deprecation, more lying, soft yandere kook, mentions of murder/ killing, definitely probably an unhealthy relationship, too much talking about dates it’s slightly confusing me thinks that is all
Notes: after a two month hiatus i have returned to my favorite child, i don’t really have an excuse except i’m ass at multitasking and shouldn’t have started a second series basically right after starting this one, so i recommend maybe going back and re-reading the last chapter like i had to unless you have sexy good memory
“Of course I’m mad Jungkook” you look at him in disbelief, “What if they had been thorough in their search? What if they found out you were the one who killed that man? Are you stupid?”
Jungkook swallows thickly, bottom lip jutting out into a pout as you berate him. He was more upset that you seemed genuinely angry with him that the possible consequences of getting caught because he couldn’t keep his anger in line. It wasn’t his fault the seedy old man had touched you without consent, what was he meant to do? Let the man go? That would go against all his morals and values.
“I told you it wasn’t me” he gently grabs your hands, his thumbs running over your palms. He looks down, eyebrows furrowing as a sad pout moulds onto his face, surely you couldn’t be angry at him when he looked so upset!
You look at him with a deadpan look, pulling your hands from his own. Because even if Jeon Jungkook looked like a kicked puppy, you weren’t about to forget the crime he had committed. And you would make it clear that if you were carry on knowing each other then he wasn’t allowed to go around killing men or women. Or anyone for that matter whatever they identified as. No killing.
By some miracle you’d made it out of the village without any other issues; you’d been so scared when you’d been stopped at the gate, convinced your life was truly over when it had hardly even begun. Turns out the men couldn’t care less about the murder, forced into the job last minute by the head of the village because no one had volunteered, simply asking the three of you to step away from the wagon so they could take a look for anything suspicious.
It seemed the man who had harassed you hadn’t been liked by many, the chief of the village only going ahead with protocol to appease his higher up in the capital so he himself wouldn’t be arrested.
They hadn’t even looked into any bags, their eyes skimming over what you were carrying, mindless hums passing through their lips as they prodded a bag or two, giving the three of you a curt nod and wishing you luck on your travels.
You’d thanked them, not missing the way their eyes had lingered at your chest as you climbed back into the back of the wagon; and it took all your will power not to kick them where the sun doesn’t shine. Namjoon seemed to share your anxiety, the way his shoulders had stayed tense until you were far enough from the village a clear sign, he had shared your sentiment. Only relaxing slightly once far enough to be considered safe.
You didn’t blame him. Felt a little sorry if anything.
It wasn’t every day that you have to travel with two complete strangers. One a four-armed demon who had arguably (definitely had) twisted morals, who was stubborn beyond belief sometimes and a foreigner who may still be wanted dead by the royal family because they believed you were a spy. (Something you will soon find out is a law that was demolished 6 years ago along with the fact there was a new king)
“Now you must think I’m stupid” you shake your head, “what other demon would have been in that small village?”
“Probably a lot” Jungkook argues, “I’m not the only demon and you know that”
You release a heavy sigh, fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose, “No killing people, okay? It’s not right”
“I would never” Jungkook says, lie easily slipping through his cushiony lips. Anything to appease you.
You make eye contact with him, searching for something behind his onyx eyes, only to find nothing. He didn’t seem to be lying, Jungkook had no reason to lie to you. Maybe it was a little naïve of you to believe that Jungkook could do no wrong; maybe you were biased because he’d only ever shown you kindness. He treated you as an equal, not some house maid that had to cook and clean all day, nothing more than a tool for him to boss around to feed into some fucked up superiority complex. You’d liked to believe Jungkook was as honest with you as you are with him, and it felt easy to read him, like he wore his heart on his sleeve and if he were to ever lie, you’d know.
“Okay, I believe you” you whisper, heartrate picking up as he smiles down at you so brightly. How could someone so kind kill a man? Sure, he threatened Namjoon here and there but you saw where your demon friend was coming from, the world was a shitty place and not everyone can be trusted.
Namjoon clearing his throat catches your attention, “We’re almost at the capital” he informs.
You look up at the sky, full moon hanging high above the three of you, illuminating the path for Namjoon as he meanders down the dirt road towards the large gates of the capital.
You peek over the walls of the wagon, lips quirking into an excited smile as you catch the faint silhouette of a few high-rise buildings. It was hard to see in the silver glow of the moonlight, but you imagine it looked exactly how Taehyung had described it in his notebook. Tomorrow you’d have to take a look over his notes again and plan out how you’d spend the next three days here with Jungkook.
You turn your head to look at said demon as he snakes his arm over your shoulders, his eyes trained on the path ahead, his own smile quirking onto his lips.
“If it looks this beautiful in the moonlight it must be ethereal during the day” you tell him, smile widening when he turns his head to look at you.
Your eyes close briefly when he leans forwards, a gentle kiss being pressed between your eyebrows.
“Yes, but nothing will ever match your beauty” he murmurs against your skin, your eyebrows furrowing at the ticklish feeling.
You let out an unattractive scoff, pushing his arm from your shoulder as you sit back down, view of the capital being obscured by the walls of the wagon. Jungkook sits back too, a knowing smile on his face as he starts packing up both of your things into his backpack.
He just adored how shy you could be something, and he didn’t mind playing your little games if it meant he could see the strawberry pink flush of your cheeks, illuminated by the silver moonlight.
Jungkook wishes he could engrave this moment into his mind. You always had looked like a fairy in the cool glow beneath the moon, so undeniably beautiful he wanted to keep you all to himself. No one in this world deserving enough to see you looking so delicate, no one but himself. He find it hard to keep his hands to himself, wanting to caress your soft skin, kiss every inch of your body until you understand its beauty, maybe leave a love bite or two so you’ll remember him even when not together. He wonders if you’d trace the sensitive skin, pressing on it just to feel the dull ache, or if you would leave them out in the open for anyone else to see; a sign that you’re taken.
The rest of the night went by in a blur, entering the capital was easier than you had initially assumed it to be, you believe because it was so late into the night the guards were laxer than they would be during the day. It didn’t seem to be common for visitors to arrive so late, the three of you the only ones waiting for the gate to be opened, what lay beyond the walls silent, everyone having gone to bed or closed their shops until sunrise.
A guard had recognised Namjoon, more than happy to hurry up the process of getting you into a decent inn so you wouldn’t have to camp out in the wagon until morning; understanding your backs must ache and eye weary from a long day of travel.
The woman at the front of the inn was more than happy to house the three of you for the next few days, a beautiful smile on her face as she handed Namjoon and Jungkook a key. She’d then turned to you, assuring you that you were more than welcome to come and sit in the bar area downstairs and embroider with her during the day, she was having trouble with a project and would be extremely happy if you were to help out at some point.
You’d eagerly nodded, smile so wide your cheeks had started to hurt. No one had ever wanted you to help them with their embroidery before!
She reminded you of the mother you’d never had, something so soft and warm about her that you couldn’t help but say yes to everything she was saying. You’d have to sit with her at breakfast and ask her what the capital was really like, and maybe she could even look through Taehyung’s diary with you and make a plan to make the most of your three days in the capital.
“Good night” you wave to Namjoon as he unlocks the door to his own room adjacent from yours and Jungkook’s.
Namjoon waves back, dimpled smile making a brief appearance before he scuttles back into his room, door being locked from the inside.
Jungkook pulls out a pair of pyjamas for you to wear, throwing them onto the bed as you flop onto the mattress.
“Get changed before you sleep, pretty” he reminds you, smiling when you reply, muffled by your head being stuffed into the layers of silky blankets on the bed. Though he assumes it must be something along the lines of ‘can’t be bothered’ to ‘in a minute, kook’
He rummages through his bag, trying to find his own sleep clothes (he liked to pretend to sleep beside you even if his body didn’t need it like yours did, something so blissfully domestic about laying beside you, your calm breath a beautiful symphony in the dead of night), however his focus is trained on you. The slow raise and fall of your body as you just lay there, unmoving, exhausted.
He tuts, abandoning his task as he pushes himself up from the floor, sauntering over towards you with purpose in his steps.
You let out a surprised squeak when his first pair of arms snakes around your waist, easily lifting you to sit up.
“Come on” he encourages, one of his arms stretching to grab your discarded clothes, placing them in your lap.
“But ‘m sleepy kookie” you whine, falling back onto the mattress with a dramatic sigh.
Jungkook, amused, lifts you up again, this time by pulling you up from under your arms, like one would a baby. And maybe you were his baby, the most precious little thing in his life. Truthfully, he doesn’t mind moment like this, adores them actually. Each time you rely on him, he can prove to you that he is good enough to provide for you, and he can only hope that with small moments like these you were slowly falling in love with him. He knows you’d never love him as much as he loved you, that was impossible! No one could love anything as much as he absolutely worships your very being, but he believes one day you’ll love him. He believes you already do, why else would you have stuck around for so long? He just knows you’re a little shy and being the considerate person that he is, he’ll wait a little longer before he tells you his master plan. Surely you’d be thrilled.
The perfect plan to keep the two of you together for the rest of time. Even thinking about it makes his cheeks burn, dusted a light pink, like the sunsets that you like to watch each evening while he reads you passages of his favourite books, maybe even feeding you a slice of fruit between pages just to make sure you’re not hungry before bed.
You don’t complain as he easily slips your shirt from your head, sighing in bliss as he kisses your bare shoulders before helping you put one of your sleep shirts on. He does the same with your pants, placing a feather light kiss to your ankle as he helps you change. Fingers skimming your pretty skin, he has to stop himself more than once from running his tongue along the expanse of it, wanting to relish the feeling of you in as many ways possible.
Once done, he leaves you to flop back on the bed, reminding him of a sleepy floppy bunny, as he lifts a few of the blankets, before lifting you to tuck you into bed; something had seemed to be a routine at this point. He wouldn’t be able to count on his four hands the number of times he’d been able to tuck you into his bed, safe from the world, if only for a night.
“Thank you” you whisper, voice laced with sleep.
Jungkook brushes your hair from your face, deftly tucking it behind your ears.
“Anything for you” he whispers back, a fond smile on his face.
He waits until you’re asleep, carefully slipping from the bed, trying his best not to wake you because he knew you were a light sleeper. Rummaging through his bag he bites his lip as he pulls a map from one of the pockets. Trying his best to stay silent, as unrolls the paper, humming to himself as he scans the map, finger tracing the library he needed to visit. He wondered if books were more expensive in the capital, Taehyung would usually collect the ones he wanted, and it was easier to give his friend a few coins each month and whatever was left, Taehyung could keep. Jungkook never had much care for money anyways.
He nods in thought, turning towards the bag once more, praying to the devil down below that he had enough for the specific book he wanted, no… needed.
He rummages around until he finds the small pouch of money. Opening the drawer strings, he cringes at how much the two of you had left. Saving had started to get harder over the last few years. After the new king had risen to power and demons had become public enemy number one, the villagers hadn’t been as generous with putting their coins into shrines.
And Jungkook was now facing the consequences.
His whole life he had relied on the money humans would leave at his shrine, it was easy to live off, even after you’d started living with himself and Taehyung, the donations were generous enough he never had to worry about money for food, clothes or books, but looking now, money was starting to become an issue.
He wouldn’t tell you this of course. He couldn’t have you worrying, he couldn’t let your pretty little head come up with a stupid idea (like leaving him), just because the two of you had to be a little frugal with your money until he figured out a way to earn a decent living once again.
Maybe he could sell Taehyung’s art, it wouldn’t sell for a lot, Taehyung was by no means a well-respected painter, that is why he had struggled for years before he’d met Jungkook. But that didn’t mean his art was worthless, they would have to at least sell for a couple of pennies a piece.
Jungkook thinks you wouldn’t be happy if he were to sell Taehyung’s art. You adored it, having spent hours a day letting Taehyung teach you the basics of painting, and after finally getting a glimpse at his art, you’d stay hauled up in Taehyung’s room, connecting with him through his artwork even if he wasn’t physically with you anymore. You’d be crushed if any of the pieces were to disappear.
Maybe he could take a few of the smaller pieces? The ones you wouldn’t notice went missing, he just needed a way to earn a few extra coins. The last thing he needed was for you to starve. Or even worse, you to leave him because he can’t provide for the two of you. And if you were to find out, he could jut out his bottom lip, maybe even shed a tear or two until you forgave him, he’s sure you’d understand his struggle if he cried a little.
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Namjoon was suspicious.
He’d been thinking for a few days, ever since he’d spoken to you at the beach about the village in-front of the mountains and how you’d met Jungkook. It all seemed… off. Nothing was falling into place. Odd pieces of the puzzle that didn’t connect, or worse, that one puzzle piece that goes missing, impossible to find and so the picture will remain incomplete. Forever.
He had considered asking you a few more things about Jungkook but decided against it. Not only was Jungkook constantly glued to your side, the few times he strayed away from the two of you, he seemed to be lurking close by enough to be able to listen to your conversations. So, asking you was out of the question. For now.
And from what he had seen, you probably weren’t the best person to ask about the demon.
Sure, you lived with him, probably knew a lot more than you were letting on but either the demon was threatening you to not say anything, or you genuinely didn’t know all that much. Both seemed just as likely. Namjoon had been on the receiving end of Jungkook’s threats more than a few times during this trip and knew how scary he could be, but Jungkook was also extremely secretive. Like how he clearly didn’t want you know about what happened in the village 6 years ago.
Namjoon was also suspicious of the fact that you seemed to have forgotten a lot of what happened in your life over the last few months. By no means was he a doctor, he’d given up on that dream long ago, but nothing made sense. You seemed so confused, genuinely asking him for help, and no matter how hard he tried to think of ways your memories had disappeared, the conclusion always led back to Jungkook. Suspicious Jungkook who definitely had a few too many secrets.
And so, Namjoon had the bright idea to follow the demon to wherever he may be going instead of interrogating you back at the inn while you had breakfast with the nice front desk lady.
It wasn’t all that surprising when Jungkook walks into a library, the demon always had a book in his hands. And with how much he read, Namjoon wasn’t all that surprised he needed a new book so soon into the trip.
What alarmed Namjoon was the location of the library, hidden in the dark crevices of an alley way on the outskirts of the capital. A place you’d have to have known prior to the trip happening, either having visited this location before, or someone who knew of it telling him before the trip had begun. It was in too much of an obscure place to be any old library.
Namjoon waits for Jungkook to enter the building, his foot tapping against the cobblestone path for what felt like a minute before he decides that he should just go in.
It looked like any other library, shelves stacked up to the ceiling, books organised by category, clearly labelled with large wooden signs, hung on the end of each shelf. The young boy behind the front desk hadn’t bothered to look up at from his own book as Namjoon wanders inside. (If he had, Namjoon would have seen the third eye the boy had)
It’s fairly easy to spot Jungkook even among the tall bookshelves with his broad back and slightly suspicious looking navy cloak, Namjoon tries his best to stay a fair amount of distance between the two of them. He wondered how good Jungkook’s senses must be as a demon and the last thing he wanted right now was to get caught. That would be the end of him, and he promised his mother he would be home within a week.
The village boy slips to hide behind a nearby shelf once Jungkook stands down one of the isles, fingers lightly skimming over the spines of a few books. He peeks up at the wooden sign, checking what sort of book Jungkook could be looking for.
His eyebrows furrow. ‘Conversion theory’
In all his times spent at libraries he’d never seen that genre of book. And Namjoon, although his friends back at the village make fun of him, quite likes to read. He had taught himself how to, never having had gone and learnt from a scholar, but he liked to live the lives of other through the pages.
He himself was trapped in his mundane life on the farm, nothing more going for him. But he could adventure the globe through a book, learn the history of his land, picture what life beyond the vast sea must be like, and so much more, just from paper and ink.
He takes a look at another shelf, gulping when he reads the sign.
‘Demonic entities’
Namjoon has to slap a hand over his mouth as he looks around, finally taking a look at the library properly; completely forgetting he was here to see what Jungkook could be trying to find.
Mixed among the humans were other beings, just like Jungkook.
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You watch Jungkook shove an unfamiliar book into the backpack, “You bought a new book?” you ask absentmindedly, more focused on brushing the knots out of your wet hair. You felt like a brand-new person, freshly washed, smelling a little less like dried blood and sweat after the incident from the day before.
You’d washed your hands at the previous inn, but the stench of blood had lingered, even then you don’t know if that was your mind playing tricks on you. The wound still fresh as you think back on the good times with your pretty kitty.
You wondered if you were okay, feeling so numb to the fact that another companion of yours had died. That was the third one in under two years. You thought you would have cried more, wanting to lock yourself away from everyone else a wallow in self-pity until your head hurts and your skin is dry from the salty tears. But you felt the opposite, wanting to finally go out and explore. Maybe you were a shitty person for moving on so fast, but maybe it was for the better. Or maybe that was a smaller part of you trying to convince yourself it was all okay when in reality it really wasn’t.
You could only hope that your cat would have a better life when reborn. That would be enough to let you sleep peacefully at night.
Jungkook hums, “Something about the history of this land”
You nod, never having been fond of history. It felt a little a little unconventional, why would you focus so much on what has already happened when you have the whole future to look forward to?
“I was thinking we could go out for lunch; I saw a nice place on my walk this morning” Jungkook turns towards you, happy with how far down he’d been able to stuff his book into the bag.
He doubted you’d ever rummage through his stuff, seeming more content with him riffling through the bag to get clean clothes or a snack. But better to safe than sorry. Especially since it was becoming evident you could read now; he would hate for his plans to be ruined because he was kind enough to share his knowledge with you.
“Sure” you reply, handing him the hairbrush to be put back neatly into the bag.
Jungkook was right, the small building the two of you had entered was more than nice. It even had two floors! (The owner explaining it had been inspired by building from the countries overseas who had places to eat with more than the ground floor like the hanoks) The outside was lined with small flowers, vines clinging to the walls, climbing their way up to the balconies above the ground floor.
You don’t ask when Jungkook requests the private balcony area on the second floor, assuming it was so the two of you could eat comfortably without worrying someone would try and hand you into the royal family or freaking out because Jungkook had four arms.
You watch the bustling streets, watching some kids play a game you weren’t familiar with, a few stealing loose fruits from crates, giggling as a few elderly people chase after them.
You wonder if that is what a real childhood looked like. All the children in the capital seemed so happy, happy with their parents and siblings, happy with their lives. The perfect life you could only ever have dreamt of becoming a reality.
You wouldn’t say you were jealous. If you hadn’t left the home you’d grown up in, your life would have been completely different. Your friend would still be alive, maybe you would have married by now. His father wouldn’t have approved, but you supposed you could have run away together. If you’d run away would the outcome, be the same? Would he have died because he had married a spy? You suppose he wouldn’t have been safe either way.
Regret is a fickle thing. There have been so many moments in your recent life where you wish you could just go back and change what has happened. You wouldn’t care if the future was different, that is something the you of then would have figure out. Because the you of now wanted to go back and change all the times something had led to the death of someone you loved so dearly.
You would convince your friend to stay home, he wouldn’t have died a brutal death. You would tell Taehyung he shouldn’t go down to the village, you’d go alone because if you could survive the disease once you could do it again and then he would still be by your side. You’d have taken lil meow down with you to breakfast the other morning, that way you’d still have your furry companion.
You regret not knowing, which in hindsight sounds stupid because how were you meant to know all of these bad bad things would happen? And it was easy to feel sorry for yourself, and the small, selfish part of you thinks that you feeling sorry for yourself if justified. Because why were you still alive and they weren’t?
Maybe you regret being born, you didn’t really have much say in the matter, but maybe it would have been better if you hadn’t tried so hard all your life to stay alive. Fighting tooth and nail to survive in a world that clearly didn’t want or need you.
If you hadn’t been born you wouldn’t be a bad omen to those around you, and everyone you’ve ever loved wouldn’t be dead. Jungkook may have been a special case, born blessed as a being that is unable to die. And maybe that’s why you stayed, because no matter how unlucky you may be, Jungkook would never fall into the hands of death because of you.
If you hadn’t been selfish, childish, then the poor cat would still be alive. Roaming the mountains free of burden. If you hadn’t been selfish and wanted to spend just a few more moments with your friend you’re your childhood, he wouldn’t have suffered an unjustified death. If you hadn’t agreed to stay in the hanbok, then maybe Taehyung could have waited out the winter with what food you’d eaten, and neither of you would have contracted a disease. He would still be alive and happy, carefree as he carries on the same routine he had for years without you coming and interrupting his peaceful life with his friend.
“Y/n?” Jungkook calls you, tugging at the sleeves of your cloak to catch your attention.
Your eyes flit up to meet his own.
“Are you okay?”
You hum, waving him off with a quick smile. It was easy to smile while looking at Jungkook’s face. Maybe it was because you didn’t want him to worry, so a smile was easy, or maybe Jungkook just had that affect. Such a nice face that you have no other choice but to smile too brightly at him. Or maybe you smile because you don’t want him to ask too many questions that you yourself don’t know the answer to.
He watches you for a moment longer, trying to gauge if you were lying or not. But then he sees your eyes light up at the array of food laid out on the table before the two of you.
“You bought so much” you mutter in awe.
“Well, aren’t you going to eat?” he asks, nudging a pair of chopsticks into your hands.
You nod slowly, “I’m trying to engrave what it looks like into my mind”
Jungkook laughs, a fond smile on his face as he just watches you, “No need, we’ll just come back in a few months and eat here again” he tells you, easy smile on his face.
“Okay” you grin.
Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow when you push yourself from the cushion on the floor, feet light as you skip your way over to his side of the table.
You lean down, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you for the food, Jungkookie” you smile.
Jungkook feels his heart stop, his fingers moving on their own as they wrap around your wrist.
Your head tilts in question, your breath hitching when he pulls on your wrist, so you’ve leant down once again.
You bite your lip to stop the big smile that threatened to pull onto your face when he presses a kiss onto the apple of your right cheek.
“You’re welcome, my lovely” he replies, motioning for you to go and sit down, “Now hurry and eat before the food gets cold”
“Yes sir” you mock salute, giggling when Jungkook rolls his eyes, tone teasing as he tells you to hurry up and sit down.
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You grip onto the sleeve of Jungkook’s cloak when a large group of people move in a clump down the narrow street.
You look up at Jungkook in confusion, ready to ask if he knew why so many people were moving in tandem, but your mouth clamps shut when you see the annoyed crease in his brows.
“Burn the demons!” a burly looking man shouts, the posse of people following him repeating his words with just as much enthusiasm.
Jungkook pulls you back into his chest when a new wave of civilians shove their way down the street, although their movements lack the mesmerising movements like the sea’s waves crashing against the shore, more shoulders bumping shoulders, the delicate crash of the waves replaced with grunts as they all bounce off one another.
“What’s going on?” you ask, voice raising in hopes that Jungkook would be able to hear you.
Either he does, or choses to ignore you as his fingers take a hold of your hand, dragging you into a narrow alley way beside the building the two of you had just had lunch in. You try and pull your hand from Jungkook’s fingers feeling as though they were going to snap with how tightly he was holding your hand.
“Jungkook what’s going on?” you ask, voice a little breathy as you try and catch up with Jungkook’s long strides.
The demon slows down a little, apologetic furrow of his brows as he watches you try and catch your breath, “They must be protesting” he mutters, and you simply nod.
“Against demons?” you ask, watching Jungkook release a long sigh.
“I should have told you” he turns towards you, “Not all demons are kind, my love. Some do bad things, and so they get punished” he explains, hoping the worry evident in his tone is enough to convince you of this white lie. It was technically half the truth, but you didn’t need to know the full problem, you losing your memories of what happened the night years back had already helped him move forwards in his plan.
As long as you believed it was the same year, where you were a wanted spy, and he was a harmless demon that was worshiped by all then everything would be okay. His plan would continue to run smoothly and then he could hold you in his arms without worrying about trivial human matters like death.
“Was there a bad demon here then?” you ask, worried you’d get caught in-between the conflict.
Jungkook nods, hand coming to rest on his chin as if in thought, “It seems so, we should head back to the inn for the rest of the day, just in case”
“That’s probably a good idea” you agree.
Jungkook takes a step before stopping. You make a noise in the back of your throat in question, watching as he releases your hand, turning to face you as he rummages through the pockets of his cloak.
Your head tilts up to look into his eyes when he pulls what looks to be a small pocketknife from the confines of his cloak.
“What?” you ask when he thrusts it in your direction.
“Just in case something happens and I’m not there, you’ll be able to protect yourself” he leans down to take a hold of your right hand, placing the pocketknife into your palm.
Your left hand traces the intricate design of the handle, wood having been carved out into small delicate flowers, painted with so much care there were no smudges or random pieces of colour bleeding into one another. It truly was pretty, like nothing you’d ever seen before.
“Jungkook I—I can’t” you shake your head, not daring to sheath the actual blade.
“You know I’ll always be by your side to protect you, but just in case” he pushes your hand away when you try to give it back, “Please, I’ll be able to rest easy knowing that if anything were to happen to me, you’d at least be able to put up a fight”
You swallow, eyes flitting back down to the pocketknife before you look back at Jungkook. Even with the warm afternoon sun being obscured by the roofs of buildings, in the dingy alleyway that was nothing more than grey cobblestone, greened with moss and small weeds, Jungkook looked so pretty. He looked so calm, unlike how he had been moment ago in the street. You sometimes wonder if he had lied about being a demon, he looked nothing like the scary beings that old wives’ tales made them out to be. Maybe he truly fell from the sky, an angel sent to help guide you in life.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he scoffs, finger pushing at your forehead.
You sigh, “I was imagining what I could do with this thing” you dangle the offending weapon between your thumb and forefinger
Jungkook laughs at that, “You can’t kill a demon with a measly knife” he waves you off, easily slipping his fingers between your own as he pulls you out the alleyway.
“Then how am I meant to defend myself”
“That’s what I’m here for”
“But you just—”
Jungkook presses a finger against your lips, “I’ll always be there for you, but it never hurts to have a back-up plan”
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You’d been thinking for a few days about the conversation you’d had with Namjoon about the part of your life that you felt, had gone missing. Maybe you were paranoid, or just plain stupid. Or maybe you imagined the incident that happened in the village. Or you were overthinking everything. All seemed like possible answers but no matter how hard you try to remember, you can only ever think back to the moments before the rocks had been thrown at you, enamoured by how intricately made the wooden bunny was.
And then blank. You couldn’t recall anything after that. Like it never happened. Seeming swallowed into a blackhole, making no sign of ever returning.
You faintly remember a dream, but after the first day of waking up it had been pushed to the furthest corner of your mind, Taehyung’s death taking up most of your thoughts. And whenever you try and think back to it now, you can only seem to remember how fresh the air had felt, and the soft scratching of golden grass on the backs of your hands as you wandered into the horizon. The sky a bright blue that otherwise hurt your eyes, a dull pain in the back of your head that would return when you would think too hard about what may have happened in your dream.
Nothing adds up.
It had been winter the day you’d gone down to the village with Taehyung, you were sure of that, you remembered how soft the scarf was Taehyung had gifted you, a gift for your first winter spent with himself and Jungkook. And if what Jungkook had said was correct; that you’d been passed out for only a few weeks, then there was no way it should have been that far into the spring once you’d woken up. Flowers in full bloom, sun not shying behind the clouds throughout the day.
But why would Jungkook lie?
Your fingers gently brush over your cheek, contemplating whether it was possible for such a deep gash to heal in such a short amount of time, with no evidence left behind. No scar, no tender tissue or discoloration. You’d woken up like nothing had happened. Maybe that was common? But as a child such a deep wound would take months to fully heal.
He wouldn’t lie, would he?
You fall onto your back, mattress cushioning your fall. Your head turns towards the door of the inn room, Jungkook’s large backpack coming into view.
Maybe he kept a diary like Taehyung did?
Jungkook had gone out for a walk that morning, whispering to you while you battled between staying asleep or finally waking up, sun peeking in through the windows, encouraging you to peel your eyes open. You’d hummed and waved him off when he asked if you wanted to join him. And that was less than an hour ago.
He did say he would be gone for a few hours… that would leave you with more than enough time to quickly snoop through his bag and see if he was hiding anything.
You felt a little bad because you knew that looking through people’s stuff was wrong. Really wrong. And you think Jungkook would be disappointed if he ever found out you’d gone and peeped into the bag while he was gone. But, if you wanted to figure out the anomalies in your life, Jungkook may be the perfect place to start.
You don’t know what you would do if you ever found out he was actually lying to you, and that’s why you pause when your fingers make contact with the bag.
Whatwould you do?
Maybe it’s better you never know.
Or maybe Jungkook had done nothing wrong, and you were being paranoid. What if he found out you’d gone through his stuff, and kicked you out of his home? Left you stranded, leaving you to fend for yourself. You both knew that was impossible, your best bet would be to hide in the forests, no one usually ventured into the woodland. Although, you doubted you’d be able to survive of wild berries alone, the thought of having to kill an animal making you feel squeamish.
Then what? You’re back to square one where you die alone, unwanted by another person?
You swallow.
But what if he never found out?
What if he never found out and you got the answers you were looking for? It would be easy to put everything back in the backpack the way you’d taken it out, and it’s not like he would notice miniscule changes in the packing.
You look at the door, waiting to see if he would walk in. When he doesn’t, you turn back to the backpack, fingers deftly pulling the strings open.
You carefully remove the layer of folded clothes, placing them neatly beside you. Soap, hairbrush, sack of apples, more clothes, a map. (What you fail to notice is his ‘history’ book wasn’t in the confines of his bag, because who would need a book on history when you plan to buy supplies?)
Your shoulders slump forwards when you find nothing. No notebooks, no pieces of paper with anything written on them, nothing. You even look into the pockets, nothing.
With a defeated sigh, you start to pile everything back into the bag, only praying that you were putting them all back in the correct order and hadn’t messed up.
You tie the top of the bag, pushing yourself up off of the floor.
Deciding you’d take a break in your investigation, breakfast sounded really good right around now. So, you skip downstairs with Taehyung’s notebook secured under your arm.
“Morning!” the inn owner calls out to you, smiling as you plop yourself down at one of the bar stools.
“Good morning, do you have some ink and a quill?” you ask, thanking the woman when she tells you she’ll be right back.
Your legs swing back and forth as you wait, peering around the room.
“Do you know where Namjoon is?” you ask when she places the ink in-front of you.
“Said he was going to check on the horses, he already ate so I imagine he wouldn’t be back until lunch time” she replies.
You nod, opening a new page in Taehyung’s notebook.
You flip back one page, checking the latest date, making sure you had the year correct.
Taehyung’s latest entry had been November 1859, written the day before the two of you planned to visit the village. You didn’t read too much of what was written, respecting that it was Taehyung’s private thoughts, although from what you caught a glimpse of, it spoke of the things you both needed to buy in the village.
You supposed if it was already spring then it must be 1860, which further confuses you. Deciding to brush off the suffocating feeling that consumed your body, your tongue pokes out as you figure out exactly what you want to write.
“1860? That was a while ago wasn’t it… I hadn’t even opened the inn yet. Do you plan to write a novel?” the inn owner asks you.
You look at her with wide eyes, “A while ago?” you ask, confusion heavy in your voice.
She nods, “Yes, I heard novels of recent history are popular these days, with the new king rising to power”
“What year is it now?”
“This year it would be 1865”
“Right now? It’s 1865?”
She nods, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you start to flick through the pages of Taehyung’s diary.
“Are you okay dear?” she asks.
Your head shoots up to look into her eyes, “Yes!” you slam the notebook shut, “I’ll be back in a minute”
“But my—your breakfast!”
“I’ll come back for it” you call out to her as you sprint up the stairs, lungs squeezing for air as you push open the door to yours and Jungkook’s room.
You fall onto the bed, careful as you pull open Taehyung’s notebook once more.
When you said you had never lied to Jungkook, that was a lie in itself. You learning how to read and write so well was meant to be a surprise. You wanted to show Jungkook how quickly you’d progressed in both skills, how you’d practiced with Taehyung while doing chores, and sometimes you’d dream of studying certain characters that you found difficult.
You did plan to surprise him when you got back to the hanok, maybe by asking if you could read to him before bed, not the other way round.
You flick to Taehyung’s most recent entry once more.
[November 1859;
Tomorrow me and y/n]
Your eyes zero on your own name. That was definitely your name.
If you’d been with them in 1859, how was it currently 1865?
You knew you hadn’t had the best gauge of how much time you’d spent with them but basing it off the seasons it shouldn’t have been more than a year. It definitely hadn’t been a year since Taehyung died. If you’d woken up weeks after the incident, then Taehyung shouldn’t have been dead for more than a month.
Taehyung wouldn’t have written the date wring so many times, would he?
From the few times you’d been in his room it seemed he kept more than one notebook. When you’d first met him and asked what he would write down every other day or so, he had told you about his habit of writing. How he liked to document special moments in his life so he could go back and read about his past in years to come.
How likely was it that he had gotten the years wrong all this time?
Taehyung was quite a meticulous person, not the type of person to guess a date and go with it. He was particular about small details like that.
You chew on the nail of your thumb, but why would Jungkook lie?
Say it hadn’t been weeks, and it had actually been years.
How were you alive? Without food or water surely, you would have died. If it had been 6 years, then how come you hadn’t aged at all?
That would explain how the wounds you had gotten from the village boys would have fully healed, but nothing else made sense.
You slam Taehyung’s notebook shut when the room door opens. Your heartrate speeding up as Jungkook saunters into the room. You look at him with wide eyes, swallowing thickly as he roves his eyes over your body.
You see his eyes slightly narrow, as if trying to gauge what you were doing before he came into the room.
“What were you going?” he finally asks, eyes trained on the notebook tightly clasped by your fingers, his own tightening on the woven bag in his hands.
You stay silent for a moment, mind racing a mile a minute as you try to find a decent lie. Something believable enough that he wouldn’t ask any more questions, because your heart felt seconds away from beating right through your chest with how hard it was pounding against your ribcage.
“Jungkookie?” you eventually say, tone a little sweeter than usual.
He looks up at your face, head cocking to the side in question.
“I have a request”
“Only if you answer my question” he prods, clearly unsatisfied with turn of conversation.
“It is about that actually” you look down at your lap, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt, “I was looking through Tae’s list, and he says the royal palace is really beautiful”
Jungkook is silent for a moment, and you keep your eyes trained in your lap, scared that if you were to look into his eyes, you would spill everything you had discovered within the last hour.
“Is that all?” he eventually asks, easy smile on his face; because you were just too adorable. Of course he would take you sight-seeing if that’s what you really wanted, nothing to be embarrassed about.
You nod, breathing a sigh of relief when he agrees.
“Let me just put this stuff away” he says, “Then we can leave”
You watch him pull the book he had purchased the day prior from a woven bag, your eyes narrowing when there is nothing written on the cover of it.
“Jungkook?” you ask, he hums, not turning towards you as he tries to shove it further inside the bag, “Is that history book interesting? I think I want to try reading harder books now, not just children’s poems.”
Jungkook pauses, eyes meeting yours briefly before he turns to the backpack once more.
“I don’t think you’d like this one, love. The vocabulary is hard, even for me” he explains.
You hum in understanding, deciding it was best not to prod any further.
“Ready to go?” Jungkook stands up, hand stretching out to help pull you up from the bed.
“Yeah, I still have to eat breakfast before we go”
Jungkook sniggers at that, nudging your shoulder as he tells you how breakfast is the most important meal of the day and that it was closer to lunch time now than it was breakfast.
You shrug, explaining that even breakfast can be eaten at lunch sometimes.
+++
How well did you truly know Jeon Jungkook? Why had it taken you so long to ask this question?
You knew it was because he was the closest person you would get in this life that would always be a constant. He liked you, he couldn’t die, so why would he leave you? Just like yourself he had no one else in this world. And maybe you were cowardice, projecting your own insecurities and fears onto him, but it was true was it not?
Loneliness was simultaneously the best and worst thing that could happen to a human. It was a valid fear, as humans were social creatures that overall worked better as a team than in solitude. Two pairs of hands are always going to be better than one and being able to confide in another person should be second nature, because no one should have to deal with their pain alone when they had so many that cared for them.
Loneliness however can force you to learn to love your own company. If there is no one else around, you can only rely on yourself. And at the end of the day, you are the only constant in your life. Forced to fend for yourself, live for you, and you only.
But that scared you, what was living if it wasn’t for other people? Forced to marinate in your own thoughts, figure out your own feelings and live just because you want to or feel obligated to because you were given life so maybe you should live it out for a while.
Unless you’re Jeon Jungkook. He never seemed alone.
You believed that you would stay with him for a long time, because he had nowhere else to go just like yourself. And wherever he went, you think you would follow, because you were scared of being alone. Scared of the solitude that some found comfort in.
But why would you blindly follow him? Because he was kind enough to house you? Feed you? Put a roof over your head and help you develop skills that otherwise you would have no resources to do so? Even if he had been lying to you, deceiving you even.
If Jeon Jungkook was a colour, he would be grey. Muted, his character unimposing until you peel back the layers upon layers that he shields his being with only to find black. Onyx. A dark plain that can only be described as Jeon Jungkook, the ghost of a hand pulling you into his warm embrace until you settle down and thin sticky vines trap you beside him with no escape, remaining by his side for the rest of his eternal life.
Even with a small crack in what is Jeon Jungkook, a lie exposed to you, you chose not to say anything.
Why?
Because he’s familiar, and you’re scared of being alone.
Why would you willingly fall headfirst into a spiral of solitude when you could remain by his side, acting oblivious as he plays you like a puppet. Chipping away at your very being until you’re too warn down, leaning on him for support like he had planned from the start. He’s never hurt you, his caress gentle, and words sweeter than fresh honey or sugar cane. Blindly guiding you further into his abyss, steps away from the point of no return.
But you’re okay with that. Willingly holding onto him like he holds onto you, like the two of you are the only two left in the world, needing nothing more than each other to survive.
Now you find yourself at a crossroad. Why walk down the path of loneliness when you could walk down the path towards Jungkook, who happily waits for you at the end of the road with his arms wide open? It seemed obvious which path you would choose. And maybe you were spineless, allowing someone you barely knew to swing you around like a doll on some strings instead of facing your fears.
Maybe Jungkook was scared of being alone too. You’d never considered living an eternal life, simply living day to day hoping you’ll wake up tomorrow. But you worry how lonely he would feel if you were to ever leave him, a twinge of empathy flaring up at just the thought of it. Left to live alone for the rest of time. If you could live together, without the fear of desolation… walking the ways of life hand in hand with no one but each other.
And that’s why as you shut the book stuffed away inside the lower depth of Jungkook’s bag, you say nothing. Washing away what you had read from your mind, smiling happily when the demon re-enters the room, freshly washed, looking like the epitome of ethereal as he flops onto the bed, beckoning you to come over with a kiss to your cheeks, his own flushed the prettiest shade of dusty rosy, pink.
Fox Hybrid! Jin, Human! Namjoon, Human! Yoongi, Wolf Hybrid! Hoseok, Cat Hybrid! Jimin, Wolf Hybrid! Taehyung, Fox Hybrid! Jungkook
Genre: Hybrid AU || Fluff || Angst || Smut/ implied smut || Strangers to lovers AU || Best friends to lovers AU
Summary: All Jin can think to do is try and kiss it all better.
Word count: 7.6k
Tags/ warnings: blood is mentioned a lot, lots of crying, angst/ comfort (it’s more comfort), fluffy-ish, violence (but its deserved), the pain if finally over, hybrid mistreatment, me thinks that is all
Notes: second to last chapter lets gooooo. i also planned for like super soft smut in the next chapter, like a cute way to end the series but oh my god the cringe, jail time, will never see the light of day. so idk if there will be which im pissed about and i’m too scared to ask someone for help :’( and i’m shy but i’m open to suggestions! i’ve also been stressed because i have to write a graduation speech and my brain has fully stopped working so this chapter is a lil late and i’m a tiny bit unhappy with it because i feel like something is missing but my brain is fried.
— bruised knees from climbing trees, each summer was spent the same. now eight years of nothing have passed and they’re back where they started, forced to navigate through all the heartbreak that comes with seeing each other again in order to make a great summer for their friends.
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There was something about the island that was serene, calm, something that was shattered when the 8 of you stepped foot on the sand. What would have been a tranquil quiet morning had turned into the usual chaos.
“Seriously Hyung! Again?” You wake startled to Jungkook shouting at the man currently enclosing you tighter in his arms, ignoring the maknae.
“This is the third night in a row,” Jungkook continues when neither of you reply, he’s angry but there’s more to it, he’s hurt. You try to pry the hands around you away, trying to get your thoughts together after being harshly woken, but Yoongi doesn’t move an inch, only offering you a grumbling “tsk” to your movement.
“Hyung!“ Jungkook yells for his attention. You don’t have to see him to know he’s got his tongue harshly pressed against his cheek in annoyance, you can feel it, just as you can feel his stare that you swore was burning you more than the Sun’s heat.
“Jagi fell in love with me first,” the prince let out smugly, you can feel the smirk on the back of your neck. “I saw her first, we would never have met her if it wasn’t for me.”
“So?” The maknae replies seething, while your jaw drops at the Prince’s audacity.
“So I get Princess whenever I want,” Yoongi chuckles arrogantly.
You nearly choke as Jungkook storms out, leaving Yoongi amused and you stunned.
“Kookie wait!” You call after him but the chains around you called Min Yoongi wouldn’t give.
“Yoongi that was mean,” you scold him lightly, which finally makes him let you go, only to turn you to face him.
He’s so pretty in the mornings, so carefree, it’s hard to hold on to your annoyance when he attacks you like this.
“He woke us up,” is his only reply, as if that justified everything.
“That doesn’t excuse you being mean,” you pout, leaping to the maknae’s defence. “This is the last time you convince me to sleep next to you.”
“Tough, you’re sleeping next to me tonight too,” he states confidently, completely disregarding your statement.
His behaviour was giving you multiple cases of whiplash, and it was too early in the morning for so many.
“Yoongi, that’s not fair.”
He sighs, the self-assured attitude melting away to reveal his vulnerability, the change makes you still. He has a soft look in his eyes as he gazes into yours, but there was an intense sentiment behind them that takes your breath away.
“Y/n, I thought I was going to lose you forever,” he admits quietly, the heaviness of his tone making your heart ache. “I still have nightmares Jagi, I still wake up believing we didn’t make it out.”
Your eyes tear up, you had those dreams too. Worse ones sometimes, your father dragging him to the guillotine with the others lined behind him while you scream, restrained by his guards. You shiver at the reminder of those horrible images.
“The only thing that convinces me we did is waking up to you in my arms,” he looks down at your fingers, playing with him softly to distract himself. He wasn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but he’d let you see it.
“Yoongi talk to them,” you sigh, understanding his point, but you had six others to also think about, and you knew in the long term this would cause a rift. “They’ll understand…”
He kisses your hand softly, contemplating your point even if he looked like he was ignoring it.
“Not yet,” he hums, “I want to keep you to myself a little longer.”
The smirk he gives you makes you gulp, your skin starting to burn under the new dangerous glint in his eyes. You fight the pleasant shiver that travelled down your body, biting your lip to stop yourself smiling.
“The bed’s big enough for someone else to join us, you can’t keep hogging me,” you shake your head, laughing lightly at the way his gummy smile grew.
“Fine, on one condition,” he grins, leaning in, his eyes drawn to your lips before looking at you suggestively. “Admit you love me the most.”
Your jaw drops for the umpteenth time that day.
“Min Yoongi what’s gotten into you this morning?”
“I’m happy,” he breathes against your lips with a sincere smile.
The sight has your heart flying, unable to control your own bashful grin that he starts kissing. He kisses the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw, loving the sound of you giggling at his ministrations, holding you closer.
“I fell in love with you the moment I met you Y/n,” he mumbles against your skin, his nose nudging your jaw with affection before his eyes meet yours. He’d tell you it a million times. “You’re the reason I’m free.”
His heartfelt confession made the words of love you wanted to return get stuck in your throat behind the rising emotion. You kiss him again instead, slowly, deeply, making sure he understood how you felt for him too.
“Am I interrupting?”
Yoongi groans when you pull away, turning to see Namjoon leaning on the doorway with a knowing smirk.
“Yes,” Yoongi grunts, trying to pull you back.
“Morning Joonie,” you greet him much to the Prince’s dismay. Well that was his morning ruined.
“Morning Princess,” Namjoon says softly, walking up to you both to kiss your forehead before sitting next to you, playing with your hair.
“Let me guess,” Yoongi huffed. “The maknae had some complaints.”
For a second he thinks Joon didn’t hear him, not with the way he was staring down at you fondly, dimple peeking out of his cheek. Yoongi rolls his eyes at the way you’re grinning back. All the reservation your head bodyguard, or ex bodyguard he supposed, had about his affection for you had disappeared the second you both confessed. It was as if the proverbial dam broke, and Namjoon’s show of love could no longer be controlled.
I think I preferred it when he denied his feelings, Yoongi thinks to himself but even he knows he doesn’t mean it.
“Hyung you’re upsetting the others,” Namjoon states, not taking his eyes off of you.
“Am I upsetting you?” Yoongi challenges, ready to call out any self serving agendas he might be hiding dressed as concern from the others.
“Is Jungkook okay?” you ask, feeling a pang of guilt for the youngest.
“He’s swimming it off little queen,” Namjoon reassures you, thumb trying to soothe the crease between your brows of worry. “He’ll be fine.”
“Are you both going to start arguing?” You could already feel the atmosphere changing even through the grin Namjoon was wearing.
“Yes.” “No.”
Well that answered that. Yoongi scowled at his younger friend, buttering you up and feeding you white lies, at least he was honest.
You sigh, it was definitely too early for this, and you didn’t want to hear it. You’ve been caught between their little spats before and never ended well. You jump out of bed, using the glares they were both giving each other to your advantage.
“Where are you going?“ they both ask simultaneously, Yoongi propping himself on his elbows to watch you leave.
“To see a friend.”
—
The knocking on the door can only be one person, one very stubborn runaway princess on a mission. There’s a sigh as the door is reluctantly opened, a sheepish grin from you that could only be described as trouble.
“You’re going to get me killed,” Nym says matter of factly, opening the door wide to let you through without complaint.
“I’m not going to get anyone killed,” you reply, already taking a seat though you technically hadn’t been invited to.
“They’re going to realise you’re over here more than you are over there,” they chuckle.
“Because we’re friends,” you pout. “And they know how thankful I am to have you.”
Dammit, you had a way with words, you could convince the stars to stop shining if you wanted it. The journey to the island was a long one, after the first flight on the private plane, there was a long car trip to a helicopter which brought you here. The island was owned by Namjoon and Yoongi under an alias not even you knew about.
“It would get lonely here if I didn’t visit you,” you admit, thinking about how alone you were in your old life and comparing it to now.
This place was an isolated drop of paradise floating in the calmest ocean, the only people living on it were doing so under their command or permission. Two out of a handful of the people lived in this house, Nym, the tech genius who kept the island safe, secure and under the radar for the guys, also your new best friend. And her husband, the getaway driver and pilot, Lee Minho.
“You have seven men ready to lay down their lives for you at your villa,” an eyebrow rises, calling you out completely. “I don’t think lonely is the term you’re looking for.”
“I know, and I love them,” you agree. “But there’s a lot of testosterone…”
Nym laughs, making you laugh too.
“Sure you’re not using me for my tech gifts?”
“Maybe a little,” you tease, not meaning it at all, before getting down to business. “Anything yet?”
“You’re right,” she sighs. “They have been watching her, but no one’s taken her in for questioning as far as I can see.”
You nod, taking the information in.
“And as for contacting her to let her know you’re okay…” Nym hesitate, “I’d hold off for now.”
“I know,” you let out a deep breath, thinking to yourself. “I wouldn’t implicate her, or risk them finding us. I just want Sana safe.”
Your head is hung low, if anything happens to your best friend because of your escapade you’d never forgive yourself. You knew she would be the first place they check, the one to keep an eye on, she must be worried sick… A hand squeezing your shoulder breaks you out of your thoughts, a reassuring smile from your saving grace. Nym could hack into anything, satellite feeds, security cameras, all without leaving a trace. Thank goodness she was working with you and not against you, which begged the question-
“So you haven’t actually told me how the guys recruited you,” you say before realising you might come off a bit rude with your prying. “Not that you have to tell me of course.”
The tech genius shrugs like it was no big deal.
“Yoongi’s uncle wanted to use my skills in the worst kind of way,” Nym admits before clarifying, “the world war kind of way, when I refused I became a fugitive, Namjoon and your prince got me out. A lot of us here are like that, we’re not loyal to a monarchy, just the ones who helped us escape.”
Your jaw drops, that was not what you were expecting at all. Well that was a bombshell.
“Yeah, the crown is corrupt in most places, I’m glad you don’t have to wear yours anymore.”
“Me too,” you agree wholeheartedly, you never wanted that weight on your head again.
—
The afternoon Sun had peaked in the sky when you walked back home, like an alarm blaring. Or maybe that was your guilty conscience making it feel so. The others had strictly laid down the law not to contact anyone from the outside world, and you weren’t stupid, you knew the implication if you did. But this tiny molehill you were hiding would be made into seven big mountains if they ever found out.
You’re so deep in your thoughts you don’t realise you’ve made it to the door, walking through it in a trance. The second you turn to the door to ensure it was closed, arms wrap around you from behind making you jump back to reality.
“You’re spending a lot of time over at their house,” Taehyung states in his signature deep timbre, not needing to elaborate. Soft kisses start at your temple working their way down your face.
“I really like going over there,” you giggle when his nose tickles your neck as he nuzzles himself as close to you as he can.
“I know,” you feel the pout of his lips on your skin. “I’m getting jealous.”
“Jealous?”
“It feels like you’re running away from us,” it’s the little huff that has you biting your lips to stop from laughing but you can’t hold it back.
“I’ve already tried to run away from you guys once,” you can’t help chuckling. “It didn’t go well, I won’t be doing it again.”
“Don’t joke about running away with someone else,” he grumbles, making you both walk to the sofa like huddled penguins, refusing to let you go. “It’s not fair, we’ve escaped to paradise and I see you less than when we were on duty in the castle.”
“Tae we’ve only been here a week,” you need to stop laughing at his behaviour before he got grumpy, but he was so cute like this. He falls back into the sofa, taking you with him with a yelp.
“I don’t care, I’m not letting you go for the rest of the day,” his head is buried again in your neck as if that would cement his statement, legs locking onto yours keeping them in place.
“Okay,” you agree to placate him but he seems to have more on his chest.
“Yoongi Hyung gets you enough,” he starts ranting, head falling back on the sofa as he complains. “I can’t sleep unless I’m hugging you and he doesn’t let me join.”
“You hold Jiminie and Kookie all the time,”
“It’s not the same!” He whines dramatically, starting to fake cry like a child. “Yoongi Hyung is so mean, and you love him more than us.”
He waits for you to correct him, hiding his insecurities through his pretend wailing.
“Taehyung, that’s not true and you know it,” you nudge your head with his, seeing right through his little act. Any other day you might’ve teased him, or pretended to contemplate it, but you knew that Yoongi’s attachment issues were going to cause just that, more issues.
“Prove it,” he doesn’t drop the childish tone. “Stay here with me all day.”
“I said I was going to, you big baby!”
You feel him laugh, his chest shaking with it as he pressed his lips together to stop it coming out.
“Can we nap?” You ask him yawning, “Jungkook woke us up at stupid oclock.”
“And Yoongi hyung kept you up late,” he grumbles, lying you both down.
You ignore the remark sheepishly, settling into his arms as his leg straddles your waist to keep you from leaving as if this were all a cruel ploy to escape him.
Good thing the villa had air conditioning.
—
“Taehyung we’re borrowing Princess for a second!”
Did no one want to let you sleep in peace? Jimin’s loud announcement ripped you from your slumber like a blaring alarm. You hear a grumble of disapproval from behind you, hands trying to keep you in place as Hoseok pulls you out of his hold.
Like a scene from a bad diamond heist, Jimin quickly puts a pillow in Taehyung’s arms, grinning in satisfaction when he settles again.
You on the other hand wobble on your feet before Hoseok steadies you, an amused smirk on his face when you grab onto him for support. You give them both a grumpy glare which they choose to ignore, dragging you down to their room. You’re half asleep when they push your shoulders, making you sit on the chair in the middle of the room a length away from the foot of the bed.
“Why do you both look like you’re about to interrogate me?” You ask the pair.
“Because we are,” Jungkook announces his arrival, closing the door as he grabs another chair and sits on it in front of you the wrong way round. The back of the seat faces you as the youngest straddles it, arms crossed at the top, his eyes boring into yours.
He’s about to speak but you’re all distracted by the door opening again.
“Ya did you seriously just slam the door in my face?” Jin’s ears have gone red with rage as he spits at the maknae who giggles like he has a death wish.
“You’re too slow Hyung!” he complains grinning mischievously, maybe he did it on purpose, but he wouldn’t admit it.
“Can we get back to the matter at hand please?” Jimin sighs seriously as he addresses the room.
“Which is what exactly?” You yawn, still not quite awake.
“Your betrayal,” Hoseok states bluntly, making your heart jolt out of your chest.
“M-my what?” You splutter out, how… how did they know? You try to keep the guilt and stupor off your face. Ignorance until proven guilty, that was the saying your father taught you growing up amidst his scandals.
“You told Yoongi Hyung you loved him first,” Jungkook pouts, an irritated scowl on his face from the memories of the morning.
“You said you fell in love with him the moment you met him,” Hoseok’s eyes narrow in distaste.
“We’ve managed to come to terms with it,” Jimin says before muttering to himself, “even if it is annoying.”
“So the question remains little Queen,” Jin stands behind Jungkook. “Who did you fall for next?”
Any sigh of relief you had been in the middle of was swallowed back down. Nope, no way, you were not getting into this. You almost want to be accused of the other thing.
“All of you,” you diplomatically reply, meaning it.
“Princess we’re not above torture if we need it,” Jimin warns, ready to tickle it out of you if neccessary. “Who?”
“This isn’t fair,” you whine before word vomiting your defence. “I didn’t even realise I was for ages and when I did I realised it about you all!”
“Yet you still figured out you loved Yoongi Hyung first,” Hoseok should have been a lawyer with the way he was ready to pick apart your argument.
“But I do love you all,” your puppy dog eyes and pout may have worked any other day, but not this day. Today they were determined to know and settle it once and for all. Min Yoongi was monopolising you and they needed weapons against it, something to wipe that smug smile off his stupid royal face.
“It’s Namjoon I’m telling you,” Hoseok sighs, all of them turning to each other suddenly ignoring you.
“Nope Namjoon was the harshest on her out of us all for ages,” Jin disagrees. “He was fighting his feelings.”
“I don’t know, Princess might like the mean type,” Jimin comments, contemplating the facts like their question was the hardest puzzle on the planet.
“Then it’s me,” Jungkook exclaims like he’s solved it. “I ignored Princess for months before giving in.”
“Because you were shy, idiot,” Jimin refutes him, rolling his eyes.
You use their distraction to your advantage, trying to sneak away but you must’ve forgotten who they were. They weren’t the world’s best bodyguards arbitrarily.
Jin grabs your arm, bringing you back to the chair with a thud.
“Little queen, you’re not leaving without giving us an answer,” Hoseok looms over you, his hands on each side of the chair, trapping you in place. You look up at him earnestly, how could they be insecure about your love for them?
“Look I didn’t realise I loved you all until that night I met my father,” you explain calmly like you were in police custody, being framed for a crime. “But gun to my head, I was falling for you all from the moment we met as we all got to know each other, there wasn’t a time when I loved someone more or less.”
“But you fell for Hyung first,” Jungkook grumbles through pouting lips, pulling Hobi away so he could attack you with them visually.
“I met him first,” you chuckle, “he came into my life like a dream when everything was dark and I was alone, and then he disappeared, but when he came back he brought you all with him.”
They all go quiet, like your words were confirmation that you loved the prince more than them. It shouldn’t make their hearts sink, not when they knew you loved them too, but a sad jealousy hit them, making all their demenours deflate. It felt as if you and Yoongi had something they could never share, it left them feeling on the edge of their own relationship, like you both were at the centre and they were on the outside looking in. They wanted you to love them just as much.
“You guys remember when Sana left,” you try to rouse them from their thoughts. “That morning after when you all panicked as I was crying,”
You laugh to yourself at the memory, remembering all the ways they were trying to get you to stop.
“I was crying because I loved you all and I was happy,” you explain hoping they would really hear what you were trying to say, “I was sad Sana left, but I was happy you were all with me.”
The looks they give you has your heart reaching for them, you knew where they were in themselves. You had been there, thinking they didn’t love you the way you loved them, that they all loved someone else, it was a feeling you would never forget.
“Just because I fell for someone first doesn’t take away how much I love the rest of you,” you tell them wholeheartedly, meaning every word.
“But Yoongi Hyung-“
“Yoongi and I relate to each other a little bit more,” you cut Jungkook off, “we wore our crowns reluctantly, there’s an understanding there I admit you all can’t empathise with, and I would never want you to, but that doesn’t mean I love him more.”
“But we want to understand too,” Jimin mumbles dejectedly, looking at the floor, the corners of his lips weighed down. “We want a special bond with you too.”
You let out a breath of laughter at his words, didn’t they see the bond you had with them, the way they all kept you alive when the crown threatened to bury you again and again.
“You all don’t realise it,” you say smiling but your eyes watered as you thought of every moment of love you had with them, all those times you were too blind to your own feelings. “But each of you have touched my life in your own way, I was so alone before you.”
Their eyes glisten like yours, but you don’t mind when your tears drop.
“You didn’t just save me,” you confess, your voice growing thicker, “you saved Yoongi too. How can I love you any less?”
—
Their figures go rigid at the scenes playing in front of them, the static on the screen doing nothing to hide the facts. Namjoon and Yoongi feel their chest seize for you as the words blare on the intercepted news channel.
Your father was dead, and with you missing, your cousin and Taeyeon were to take the throne. Nym watches the pair in concern, each of them could feel the pressure from the sudden tension, the air so thick it was suffocating. Your kingdom was on the cusp of ruin.
“Don’t tell her,” his solemn voice breaks the minute of silence.
Namjoon’s jaw drops in shock, that was usually his line, Min Yoongi was always the first one that suggested telling you everything.
“Hyung we can’t keep this from her,” Namjoon states dumbfoundedly, unable to believe what he was hearing.
“We can, and we will,” Yoongi replies sternly, no room for argument in his tone, but he forgot who he was talking to.
“Hyung that’s her father, he might be a piece of cr-“
“If we tell her she’s going to want to go back,” Yoongi snaps, advancing into Namjoon’s space heatedly, not willing to back down. “The second we step on to any national soil we all end up with a noose around our necks and she knows that, she’ll go alone.”
He looks at the Prince’s unhinged posture, stepping back to breathe and calm the situation down. Titles didn’t matter when they were both fugitives, in Yoongi’s country the head bodyguard would think twice before opposing him, but when he was under his command, he brought down his consequences like a tonne of bricks on whoever disobeyed him. Here they were evenly matched, stripped down to two men who only wanted the best for you, both as stubborn as each other.
“Hyung we have to tell her, plus she doesn’t have the means to go back even if she wanted to,” Namjoon tries to placate the Prince, knowing he wasn’t going to get through to him by matching his energy.
Yoongi laughs under his breath as if the cleverest amongst them said something stupid and it pisses him off. His jaw clenches hard as he holds himself back from unleashing his own fury at his friend for ridiculing him.
“Namjoon for as long as you’ve known Princess, when she wants something, has anyone been able to stop her?” He shakes his head.
“She’ll listen to us,” Namjoon pushes back, knowing you would, you always listened to him when it mattered. You trusted him with your life, more than the others, he knew that, it was never stated out loud, but with his whole heart he knew it. You always looked to him first, you might’ve fallen for the prince first but Namjoon was the one you sought implicitly above anyone else. In the game of chess, you were the Queen, he was the next powerful piece on the board, what people believed to be the King but actually the Rook. He protected you, he understood the politics better than anyone else did, even Min Yoongi. He could see the outcome to all the scenarios the situation called for, but one stood out amongst them all. If they kept this from you, you would never forgive them.
“She’ll find a way,” Yoongi continues, deep in his own thoughts. “Don’t say a word.”
The conversation makes the third forgotten person in the room uncomfortable… especially when glowing feline eyes turn towards them like prison lights about to catch an escapee.
“Don’t say a word,” he repeats himself warningly.
There isn’t a reply, just hesitation. This was morally wrong, there was no way-
“Nym, you can’t tell her.“
“But if her fathers dead, he can’t make her marry Wang anymore,” your new friend tries to come to your defence. “She can reclaim the throne-“
“She doesn’t want to rule!” Yoongi yells, startling them. “She’ll think she has to go back, to save her people from a psychopath who probably killed her father.”
“Hyung…” Namjoon places a hand on the prince’s shoulder, calming him. “That’s not our decision to make.”
There’s a silence that fills the room bringing with it a heavy weight on each of their shoulders.
“Taeyeon will kill her if she goes back,” Yoongi says quietly.
“With us beside her?” Namjoon tries to sound reassuring, but he can’t even convince himself.
“She’s tried before and we barely managed to keep her safe,” he strikes where it hurts, harshly throws the events that scarred them all in his friend’s face. “If we go with her Namjoon we’re all dead.”
You and Yoongi understood the rules and the corruption more than any of them did. Any dream of going back and returning to what used to be was buried the second they left. You were both defectors, both traitors of your countries, the public wouldn’t take to your return kindly.
“We can say we knew of a plot that would attack the royal family so we had to get the princess out, he died under suspicious circumstances,” Namjoon offers, gesturing to the screen still playing the events of your fathers death, trying to come up with options for every outcome. “That’s what this whole island is about hyung, we can prove that.”
“I’m not risking her safety,” Yoongi breathes menacingly, unwavering in his conviction. “Do you understand me?”
And Namjoon did, he completely did. He had been the one to utter that line too many times, it was unnerving to be on the receiving side.
Summary: What happens when you run into your boyfriend’s super handsome, super hot ex while doing last minute Christmas shopping? Chaos. Chaos is what happens.
Pairing: Jimin x Female OC x Taehyung
Rating: R , SFW as in nothing explicit, but of mature language
Genre: fluff, established relationship, start of a poly relationship, my attempt at crack/ humour
WC: 1.3k
Warning: allusion to threesome
A/N: Day 3 of 12days BTS Project Prompts:Last minute gift shopping but wait, is that your ex? andNext Christmas we’ll be needing one more stocking
Every year you wish you had prepared sooner, and yet, every year, you still leave your Christmas shopping to the last minute, as in on 24 December. At 8pm.
One would think that being in a relationship with someone as meticulous about schedules and lists as Jimin is would help you break that habit. But, no, you just can’t bring yourself to shop any earlier. Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush, to dart from shop to shop and impulsively buy the first thing you see, or to fight off another procrastinator like yourself, that makes you feel alive.
You plop the shopping bags onto Jimin’s lap, and you give him the most satisfied smile.
“All done? Got a good present for me, your perfect boyfriend who waits patiently while you scavenge your gifts?” He pettily asks.
You stretch your arms, feeling good and satisfied. “ All done. You’d love your gift. I’ll even let you open it the moment we get home.”
He groans as he gathers all the shopping bags. “Can we eat now? I’m super hungry.”
“Sure! Tteokbokki? I like the place at the food court. Should we go there?” You pull him up and link your arm with his.
“Yeah, that sounds go-”
You stop walking when you feel Jimin freezing next to you. His smiling eyes are gone, only to be replaced by sheer shock.
Awh I love these characters! They seem so fun. Jimin’s so cute!!! I smiled at the meerkat reference. A great visualization of how he looked at that moment. I loved all the other metaphors you used throughout the fic. They made it so easy to envision the scenes and relate to what was happening.
A brown beret, paired with a long brown coat. Tall posture with a smile that can melt the coldest ice
I love Tae’s introduction! Very accurate hehe. I laughed at oc’s reaction when she spots Tae. He is indeed hot.
Spoiler under the cut.
I also really like how you incorporated the extra stocking prompt. I like that you introduced it with Tae and Jimin thinking she was pregnant (since that’s where my thought went to when I read the prompt), but then you twisted it around and made it unique.
⨽ 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.’
Drying the glass cups in front of you and placing them back on the shelves, you go along with your usual tasks as a bartender at your local jazz club. You quite enjoy your job because the club is never filled with loud or obnoxious drunks like normal clubs are. It’s peaceful, with soothing jazz music and mostly older couples.
So of course it catches your eye when a young man—an especially handsome young man at that—walks in through the front doors. And what surprises you even more is the fact that he’s alone. You don’t want to make any assumptions about him but with looks like his, you’re sure he could have any woman or man he wanted.
Too caught up in your ogling to realize you’ve been staring for too long, you freeze up when his eyes suddenly snap to yours, glancing at you through the corner of his eyes as he walks by the counter. You can feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you immediately avert your eyes back down to the glass in your hands, refusing to look up until he’s found a seat and you know the coast is clear.
Finding a seat a bit further into the club, Taehyung chuckles as he sees you bring a hand up to your chest, taking a few deep breathes to calm yourself down. When Taehyung first found this club, it was like a haven for him: the homey atmosphere, the jazz music, and being surrounded by elderly couples who were still too in love to focus on anyone else so he didn’t have to worry about hiding his identity here.
But as soon as he walked into the club, you immediately caught his attention. He wasn’t expecting someone around your age to be working at a place like this. But you were absolutely gorgeous and he wanted to know more about you. Despite being known as the group’s social butterfly, Taehyung is unsure how to approach you. He decides to just enjoy himself, doing what he does best: charming people by simply doing what he loves without a care for what other people think.
Taehyung gets up from his table to dance, losing himself in the music and just feeling himself. Despite having already been caught staring once, you can’t help but what him in awe. You admire how he seems to be completely enjoying himself with no regard for what others may think of him or the fact that he was alone. You can tell he knows how to enjoy his own company and just have fun.
When he first walked into the club, he reminded you of a cold, handsome prince. So you can’t help but giggle when you see the funny faces he pulls as he moves along to the music. But your breath hitches when his eyes lock with yours, and suddenly he’s the only one you can see. It’s like you two are the only ones in the room and you naturally gravitate towards him when he motions for you to come over.
Now standing directly in front of him, you feel flustered under his intense gaze as he towers over you. But when he smiles down at you, the way his cheeks rise reminds you of a rising loaf of bread and you can’t help but smile at the realization. Bowing to you in a prince-like gesture, he holds his hand out to you as he asks, “Care to dance with me?” His deep, honey-like voice sends shivers down your spine as you bashfully nod, letting him take the lead.
He intertwines your hands, his other coming to rest respectfully on your lower back. Practically chest to chest, you blush at how intimate this position is despite still being strangers. “W-what’s your name?” you stutter out. “Taehyung,” he answers smoothly as his deep voice resonates through his chest, “And yours?” Swallowing thickly, you answer, “y/n.”
“A beautiful name for a beautiful lady,” he says with a charming smile as he gazes down at you. He chuckles when you bury your face in his chest to hide your red face, finding you absolutely adorable. Laying the side of your face on his chest as you listen to his steady heartbeat, you two sway along to the music, dancing among the other older couples in the club. “You know, when I first found this place, I thought I found a hidden gem,” he tells you, “But I think the real treasure was you all along.”
I started this story a while ago when the reader is cursed and must repeat the same day over and over again. In the story Hoseok is madly in love with her but she just uses him for sex. I think Namjoon is her personal assistant and Taehyung is her friend. If anyone finds a story similar please tag me.
¼ of the amazing quartet, i will do the other 3 in due time! i love my queen, i live for her werewolf au, plus there’s always the right mix of angst, fluff, and smut that is always chefs kiss… i super like that although her male characters are so obviously strong they are super soft too then it comes to female leads… and and and theres sort of redemption always for characters like Yoongi in Third Wheeling & Jimin in Bird Cage.
below are my fave fics from this author, but please do go ahead and browse all her works as they are all equally beautiful.
I Waited for You - just because its a Kim Seokjin fic and he’s an alpha!!! maybe i have not explored tumblr properly but i have come across very few Alpha Seokjin stories.
Welcome to Seoul Land - again, just because its a Kim Namjoon fic and werewolf au. my queen did not disappoint! Namjoon is so soft, ima cry…
When it Rain it Pours - i was swooning, a soft Namjoon for a roommate turned lovers…
What’s up Doc - ooohhhhh! soft Yoongi and i love the part where they whispers while waiting for test results, its so cute i swear! but, don’t be fooled coz we are talking about the queen here so the smut is top tier as per usual.
Snowed In&Live, Laugh, Love - bestfriends to lovers stories featuring our eternal sunshine Hoseok. imagine Hoseok telling his girlfriend that his best friend means the most to him in the world!!! if that is not in love i dont know what.. but, Hoseok in our queens story is amazing.
Siver & Blue - alpha Taehyung with lots of smuts, what else can you ask for?
> 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)
↳ All credits go to @kim-seok-jin for the banner and dividers! Thank you to @lvnatrgraphics for helping her with it!
Though Alice ‘Y/N’ Liddell is overshadowed, and she doesn’t seem to think much of it, she yearns for a world which notices her- gives her a chance- a part of her wanting for a turn to be on the pedestal. But of course, nothing can change that-
Or can it?
One chance encounter with a boy with bunny ears and a strange hole, and she arrives at the world of Wonderland- a world of magic, mystery and madness.
What more when everyone seems determined to capture her heart?
➠ Genres: Fluff, angst, mystery, fantasy, isekai (going to another world), alice in wonderland!au
➠ Rating: PG-15
➠ Triggers Ahead: Hints of creepy/obsessive behaviour, kidnapping, reader’s manhandled, stolen kiss (?), violence and weapons, physical fights, suggestive dialogues, confusion, madness
↳ A/N: Since the post is a little too big to be reblogged on mobile Tumblr, consider doing it through your internet browser instead. Feel free to send us your feedback through submissions, or an ask about the story in general. We hope you enjoy! ↲
“Warning!In entering this game, be warned, dear player. You are an outside force, imposing your will on this world. You may have great power, but this power only comes once. Use it as you wish- whether you wish to control the story, or let it consume you. You may choose to leave the story, the world, without an end, or you may also stay, and search for the true end.
Here, it is your choice that matters. If you believe in this world, they will exist in your head. It will be up to you to direct the story however you want- because, in the end, if there was no Alice, then there would be no Wonderland. Wonderland comes into existence because of the person named Alice- and so this story will be if you choose to exist in it.”
You find your attention focused on the cup before you, a thread of hesitation running through you at the sound of your older sister’s voice. Lorina seems as beautiful as ever, really. The sunlight luminates her features, giving her an ethereal glow.
Fingers pin back the stray hair behind your ear, and you idly wonder how much you pale in comparison. Ah well. At least, in this moment, seated at the tea party, that your family is best known for… even if no one is there to witness it but you both, no fault can be found in your manners, an unachievable hunger for perfection having long been instilled in you.
After all, that is the expectations set on you as a daughter of the Liddell family. Or rather, not just from your family, but also from the noble society. Intelligent, beautiful, refined. To always be a lady in every way.
Still, no matter how well you hold yourself, you muse as you take a sip of your tea, it’s not like it will ever matter. It’s quite simple if you think about it- when everyone’s eyes are already turned to someone else, there won’t be any left to glance your way.
Alice in the Madness of Wonderland: The Stygian Fairytale | Walkthrough
↳ Banner and dividers made by @kim-seok-jin. Thank you^^.
✉Titles:
➝Alice in the Madness of Wonderland: The Stygian Fairytale
➝Stygian (the madness corrupts me, and you, my saviour)
Though Alice ‘Y/N’ Liddell is overshadowed, and she doesn’t seem to think much of it, she yearns for a world which notices her- gives her a chance- a part of her wanting for a turn to be on the pedestal. But of course, nothing can change that-
Or can it?
One chance encounter with a boy with bunny ears and a strange hole, and she arrives at the world of Wonderland- a world of magic, mystery and madness. Protecting her life is one thing, but-
What more when everyone seems determined to capture her heart?
➠ Genres: Angst, fantasy, alice in wonderland!au, reverse harem, isekai (teleported to a fantasy world), mystery
➠ Overall Rating: PG-18
➠ Warnings: Violence, suicide, comatose, disturbing scenes, weapons, fights, yandere, insanity, mental illnesses, torture, massacre, serial killers, violent riots, executions, murders, large amount of people die, stalking, people lead other people on, threats, madness (but it’s wonderland so), tea parties and the white rabbit
✉ Beta-player [a.k.a. me, blog writer and walkthrough maker!] comments:
Several crashes may occur while playing the game, as the developers told me. This is still a beta version of the game, after all! The game also contains a lot of violence… hrmm, well, you’ll see for yourself. I’ve been told not to give too many spoilers, but the developers hinted to me that as the player, we have a special power!
If you complete a route, you don’t have to continue to the next one. You can pick whichever route you’re on and make it your true end. When that option pops out in the game, and you pick yes, Wonderland will close, and Alice and her suitor will be able to leave! It’s our choices while reading that matter!
Or… at least that’s what they said. Still, I’d warn you guys to be careful in choosing! This game is tricky, and it has several bad ends too… ah, I shouldn’t spoil anymore. This is an online game, so I put the links below if you want to play the beta version too! Careful though~ It links straight to the prologue, so for any players replaying, just choose the route after!
Oh, and one last thing- though all of the main cast are dateable characters; it’s of course, only one character per route though… or is it? Hehehe!
If you go through all routes, you might get a secret ending! Bonus scenes! So complete the full game when it comes out, okay?
No, the developers totally didn’t ask me to say all that to promote the game~
Have fun playing, and I hope this walkthrough helps you!
Hi, everyone! As you all know, I’m building this fic as we go, based on your input, so I wanted to share some quick AMOMK updates that I’m really excited about! I’ve numbered them, so if there ones in the future, you can follow along!
THE STARTER PACKS
Have you seen random posts and thought, “What isthis???”
Well,A Map of Mrs. Kims is a project that I started last year based on this beautiful anon ask! That ask began a short story that I wrote about Jin, Namjoon, and Taehyung, who are brothers visiting their father, Jihu/Mr. Kim, and mother, Bongseon/Mrs. Kim for their usual weekly, Sunday dinner. And every week, during their usual Sunday dinner, Mrs. Kim brings out her map, a list and infographic of the top bachelorettes in the city that have gone through her rigorous application process to date one of the Kim brothers! Mrs. Kim’s main goal is to find three Mrs. Kims of their very own — but Jin, Namjoon, and Tae have other plans!
Over the last year, that short story has grown into an entire universe, filled with over 300 drabbles and asks (wild, wild), a planned longfic that will be updated monthly throughout 2022 (apologies for already being behind lol), the birth of two apparently extremelystrong ships (Bongseon x Jihu, and Sad Girl x Namjoon!), the election of Mayor Paint & Simp Anon (who is also in the running), a website that is currently being beta tested , and even a potential spin-off (Yoongi / Work Wife Yoongles is somewhere out there, sweating)???
The Official Sad Girl Starter Pack: more info on what a Sad Girl is (i.e., the trope/characterization, its origins in media, and its relevance to AMOMK), plus the main drabbles to give you backstory!
THE MAP
Check out Bongseon’s map masterpost as we go to get more details about each bachelorette, as well as Bongseon’s notes about them! (It’ll always be kept under the READ MORE / KEEP READING cut if you want to avoid spoilers!) Thanks @shyfoxarbiter16 for the suggestion, way back when we first started this journey!
THE STORY
I experimented with Bachelorette drabbles for the first section, NORTH, but to simplify, the dates are now being folded into the chapters! I talk about why I’m doing this here!
Chapter 02 has been slightly rewritten to incorporate this changes, but nothing has really structurally changed other than POV. And the Bachelorette drabble is now in the Extras section of the fic masterpost. If there’s inspiration or a strong demand for Y/N POV drabbles in each section, I’ll be happy to throw some treats as we go!
I am writing this story because it’s a really fun premise, and I’m seemingly infinitely inspired by this world, but most of all, it’s my gift to ARMY — this fanfiction bubble has been incredibly gracious and wonderful to me, and you all are so, so creative with your headcanons that you contribute so frequently, and with such care, love, and depth!
You’ve shared everything, from fodder, to questions, to critiques, to deeply personal stories that have such a humbling and celebrated thread of humanity through them. I know I say this every time, but any time you reach out to tell me that something the boys did reminds you of their AMOMK characterizations, or when something in your own lives makes you think about the Kims, my heart absolutely soars.
Thanks for sharing, and for being so down to come along with me on this experiment! All of these links will also be updated on the fic masterpost shortly! Eager to hear what you think — always so happy whenever you stop by the AMOMK universe!
Goal: Get Seokjinnie, Namjoonie, and Tae-Tae married to their own Mrs. Kims!
Ratings:
Hearts - up to 93% compatibility based on screening questionnaire
Gold Stars - up to 80% compatibility
Silver Stars - up to 70% compatibility
Bronze Stars - up to 60% compatibility; all others fail to make the list
Black Circle -
Bachelorettes:
1. Cho Gyeong ❤️
Investment banker. Wants 3 kids. Seems to be a kind if slightly awkward girl. Very astute. She and Namjoon would have really bright, accomplished kids. Not sure if Namjoon will appreciate her characteristics right from the get-go, though.
2. Lee Kamou ❤️
Bank teller. Wants 4 kids. Jin would have fun with this one for sure. Reminds me a little of that one co-worker he has. She seems like she’s holding something back whenever she talks? Not sure if she’s shy about something, or reticent to share something. Should investigate further.
3. ??
4. ??
5. ??
6. ??
7. ??
8. ??
9. ??
10. ??
11. ??
12. ??
13. Song Mari ⚫
Hmm. I guess… Notes to be added? Though I don’t really see the point, given that this is just a favor.
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Summary: “Burn yourself into my memory until I can’t escape you.”
When the gorgeous student from your literature class starts showing interest in you, you discover that there’s much more to him than his know-it-all facade. But is this realization enough to get through your insecurities and secrets?
pairing:Taehyung x female reader
rating:18+
genre: college!au, romance, e2f2l, angst, a lot of fluff, smut
warnings: past minor character death, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms, kissing/making out, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), vaginal fingering, kinda handjob, breast play, unprotected sex (the reader is on the pill - use protection, people), vaginal sex, sexual tension, ass grabbing, lots of flirting, pining, light swearing, taehyung is a book nerd!!
word count: 10.5k
a/n: HELLO! this fic is part of the “Golden Gift Event” (hosted by @btsgoldnetwork) - and is a gift for my lovely valentine @sunkissedjk! HAPPY LOVE DAY! you were so sweet all the time we “talked” and i’m kinda happy you gave me so much freedom :’D and i hope you like the end product! also, a huge thank you to my awesome beta readers @taetaesbaebaepsae,@unoriginal-username15432 & @voiceswithoutlips (who also made this BEAUTIFUL banner for me, i loooove you!!!) - oh and: i listened to “Sea” on repeat while writing this - spot the reference ;) - OKAY, THEN LET’S DIVE IN!
You wondered where all your impressive motivation that you’d harboured had suddenly vanished, leaving nothing in its wake but the lingering feelings of sorrow.
It felt like a pressing eternity since you’d been able to focus on one thing for longer than two endless minutes. All you were yearning for was your warm bed, for hiding yourself under your comforting sheets, your shelter that felt miles away as you sat on your seat.
You were looking out the window, zoned out as always, as you gazed into the grey sky, the approaching rain clearly evident in the way the world growled outside. Last night had tired you; after a recurring fight between your mother and you, you had decided to grab the still full box of chocolate ice cream that you’d bought a day before and withdraw to your room. It was exhausting. You always visited for one weekend a month and each time made you regret it, not long after your arrival.
➵ summary : taehyung hasn’t seen you since high school graduation, but when he finds himself in need of a date for his friend’s annual christmas party, running into you is like a godsend; especially when he once had feelings for you, and little did he know, you felt the same way all along.
➵ pairing : taehyung x reader
➵ genre :nonidol!au, f2l, fluff, smut
➵ rating :18+
➵ word count :19k
➵ warnings : mutual pining, sexual content, swearing, dom!tae, cuddling resulting in over the clothes stuff, rough fingering, oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, big dick!tae cause we knowhe’s packing, marking, restraint (with his own hands), choking, begging, unprotected sex (wrap it up peeps), hitting it from the back , mirror (?) sex (reflection of a window), rough sex but then i love you sex, praising, slight humiliation, denied orgasm, creampie, aftercare
part of ksmutclub’swinter project 2020!, using prompt #7: “did everyone else come with a date?”
➵ a/n : thank you to @getmemyfries for beta-reading and constantly reassuring me about this fic, idk where she’s been all my life , but surprise!! would you believe me if i told you guys i grinded this in just 3 days?? because YES i did, 19k in three days as a Christmas gift pretties, happy late holidays!!, comments and feedback are always appreciated <3
“Are you serious, Jimin?”
“Very. I don’t know how you didn’t get the memo, literally everyone was talking about it.”
“Did everyone else come with a date? There has to be at least one person who didn’t.”
“And that one person is you, Tae. Did you forget that I made the theme all about mistletoe? Who did you expect to kiss under it, me?”
i was watching couple prank videos and stumbled upon one that reminded me of taetae lol. soo enjoyyy
Earlier today I stold Y/N’s camera and placed it somewhere she wouldn’t see it but made sure the angle was perfect to get her reaction of what was going to happen in a few mintues. She was a youtuber and constantly played pranks on me. They were funny, she gained million of views from the pranks but today was my turn. When I woke up from my nap, Y/N was in the bathroom messing with her hair. I got out the bed and made my way into the bathroom.
“What you doing?” I grinned while walking up behind her, grabbing her waist in my hands. She smiled at me through the mirror and parted her hair with her comb. “What does it look like Tae?”
“What does it look like Tae?” I mocked her in a high pitched voice.
She rolled her eyes and plugged in her flat iron. Turning her around in my arms, I leaned down to kiss her forehead. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek soflty.
“You forgot a spot…” She blushed after the words came out her mouth, her index finger pointing to her mouth. I grinned and giggled at her. “That was so lame.” I teased her. She smacked her lips and pushed my shoulder back, turning back around to face the mirror.
“The one time I try to be cute…” She stuck her tounge out at me.
I shrugged and moved my hands to reach under her shirt. She placed a bun on the top of her head while the rest was hanging down. She grabbed the flat iron and started to flat iron a section of her hair. I stepped back and played with the bun. After she finished doing a section I thought it’d be a good time to do my prank.
“Let me do it.” I reached for the flat iron but she reached back.
“Uhmm boy are you crazy? I got it.”
I pouted and dipped my head down so my hair would be in my face. She sighed and tried to ignore my cute pouting, which she did successfully. Only one thing left to do now, whine.
“Baby pleaseeeeee~” I kissed her shoulder.
She moved her shoulder and shook her head, I laughed. “Oh it’s like that now?” I teased as she let out a small giggle. I pulled lower body against mine, squeezing her body and begging some more. “Taehyung no, leave me alone.” She went on to doing her hair.
“But you can’t even see the back! I’ll do it for you, pleaseee.” I whined some more. She sighed and paused for a little bit, just looking at me through the mirror. “If I let you do this will you leave me alone?” I nodded eagerly. She bit her lip and carefully gave me the flat iron. I smiled and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
“Just do wherever you see waves or whatever.” She placed her hands on the bathroom counter. I nodded and sneakily pulled out some hair that was in the bathroom earlier from my pocket.
“Ok be still so I can concentrate.” I lied.
She giggled and did what I said. I started to put the hair by her head and pretend to flat iron her hair. She was to busy messing with her eyebrows to notice anyways. I started to mumble incoherent things to make her worry.
“What is it?” She fixed her eyes on me in the mirror.
“Ah shit…” I mumbled with a scared expression.
She scrunched up her eyebrows and tried to turn around but I didn’t let her. “Ah…was it loose back here or something?” Her eyes went wide and tried my hardest not to laugh to ruin the prank.
“No Tae, what are you talking about?” She tried to turn around again.
“Baby i’m sorry…”
She turned around and I held the fake hair out for her to see. She blinked at me then the hair before attacking me with her small fist. I backed up into the bathroom wall and stifled my laughter.
“Y/N stop! What is wrong with you?” I grabbed her arms.
She still tried to swing with her arms held by hands. “Why would you ask that question!? You just burned my hair off Tae!” She tried to kick me and I lost it at that point. I couldn’t stop laughing as she was panicking. She snatched her arms away from me and walked over to the mirror, feeling around the back of her head where she thought I burned it off.
“I just bought this hair!” She complained.
“See, it’s not even yours! No need to be so angry.” I tried to reason with her but all I got was a middle finger back. I tried to wrap my arms around her but she pushed me away. I laughed and dangled the burnt hair in her face.
“This isn’t funny—oh my god you owe me three hundred dollars, I swear.”
“Y/N—”
“I knew better to let you do my hair, oh my fucking god.”
“It’s a prank baby!” I yelled as I tried to stop laughing. She looked at me and I pointed to the camera hiding in the corner. She looked defeated after I told her. A small smile made its way on her face and I tossed the hair on the counter.
“I found it in here this morning.” I smiled.
“You’re such an ass for that.” She hit my shoulder playfully.
I laughed and opened my arms for a hug. She walked into my arms and pinched my stomach. I groaned and she laughed at my pain, evil much? She looked up at my face, “I'm going to get you back, just wait for it.” She smiled.
“I believe you, trust me.” All the memories of her past pranks came back to mind and I shook my head, making her laugh.
- kay. lmaoo idk what this is but I saw another one and I was like this is soooo yoongi I may write it if i get time lol but hope you liked this…whatever this was.
Genre: fluff, established relationship, idol!taehyung
Word Count:1.6k
Summary: Taehyung comes back home from being on tour to find you asleep with his hoodie in your arms.
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Your eyes danced along the screen as they followed the boy on the video’s every movement. Every step he took, every move he made, it all entranced you so much that you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. There was a loving smile on your face that only grew with every melodic word your boyfriend sang. Sometimes, whenever he looked directly at the camera, you felt that he was looking at you and singing those sweet words to you. And all of it only made you miss him more.
Ever since your boyfriend Taehyung left with his group for their international tour, you’ve been feeling really lonely. On days he didn’t have practice, he would always sleep over at your apartment and spend as much time with you as he could. When he did have practice, he’d go straight to your place after, no matter how exhausted he was. You loved his company more than anything, and now that he was gone, you had to settle for watching him dance and sing on your laptop screen. You mentally thanked everyone who uploaded fancams of him.
Of course, you and Taehyung facetimed almost daily. He always called you before you went to sleep, and the two of you would talk about each other’s day. You knew it wasn’t the same as being with him, but you still loved hearing his voice before you slept. The only thing you were looking forward to was seeing him again, and when you did, you were never going to let go.
So as you watched a fancam of him at one of his most recent concerts in America, you felt tears well up in your eyes. You just wished he were here right now, holding you close as you fall asleep in his arms. A few tears escaped past your eyelids before you could try to push them down, a sob following soon after.
The sound of your phone buzzing broke you out of your thoughts, your hands reaching up to wipe your tears as you looked down at the caller ID. Taehyung was facetiming you. You quickly cleared your throat and wiped whatever remaining tears you had before answering the call.
“Hey, beautiful,” Your boyfriend’s voice boomed through the speakers of your phone, finally being able to see the boxy smile you missed so much as his face came into view.
“Hey Tae,” As soon as you spoke, the boxy smile that was once on his face turned down into a frown while he moved his eye closer to the camera on his phone. Once he heard the lack of enthusiasm and the slight crack in your voice, he knew you’d been crying before he called you.
“What’s wrong?” You could never hide your emotions from him, he always knew when you were upset. But that’s what you loved about him, that as soon as he picked up on your change in emotion, his first instinct was to comfort you.
You shrugged, putting on your best smile for him. The last thing you wanted was to make Taehyung worry while he was on tour. “I’m okay Tae, I just miss you.”
Taehyung’s eyes softened. Although he loved performing for his fans, all he wanted to do right now was cuddle up in bed with you. He couldn’t wait to be back in your arms after being away from you for so long. But that’s what kept him going while on stage, the thought of each passing day being one day closer to coming home to you.
“I miss you too, baby. I promise I’ll be home soon.” But what you didn’t know was that soon would be sooner than you thought. Anyway, his voice and his words soothed you enough to stop you from crying any further. You simply reminded yourself that Taehyung would be coming home soon, and that you two would finally be together before you knew it.
You spent another half hour talking to him about the concert he had that day, and you told him about the recent k-drama you started watching. He promised you that when he got home, he’d watch it with you. But of course, you wouldn’t believe his words until he pinky promised you.
After the call ended, you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. You’d been fighting sleep in order to have the chance to talk to Taehyung today, and now that you did, you could finally go to sleep peacefully. You reached over to grab the hoodie Taehyung gave you that was laying on your desk chair, hugging it to your chest as you tucked yourself under your covers. Soon, you fell asleep breathing in Taehyung’s scent.
Meanwhile, Taehyung, who was exhausted and excited at the same time, thanked his driver as the car pulled up in front of the familiar building. He had asked his driver to take him to your apartment an hour after he and the boys got back to the dorm, which was where he called you from. But you didn’t know he was back a week early from touring, and he wanted to keep it that way so he could surprise you.
The boy made his way into your building, stopping to briefly say hi to the doorman, who was already used to Taehyung just walking into the building. He knew that whenever the idol was here, he was there to see you, so he just let him up without hesitation. Taehyung was thankful for that.
The elevator took a good ten seconds to take him up to your floor, and he was standing in front of your door in no time. Putting in the door code you entrusted him with, he walked in expecting to see you sitting on the couch watching your k-drama, but all he saw was all of the lights turned off. Taehyung thought quickly and used his phone’s flashlight to find his way up to your room, which was only illuminated by the light shining from your bedside lamp. Then he saw you, and his heart immediately swelled. Light snores filled the room as you slept, your arms hugging the hoodie he gave you.
As quietly as he could, he walked into the room and towards the bed. He tried his best not to move you as he climbed into bed with you, making sure to take a picture of you sleeping with his hoodie before he did so. Taehyung wrapped his arm around your waist while leaning over to look at you, his head dipping down to press his lips onto your cheek. But this action caused you to wake up from your sleep, confused as to who was kissing you while you were sleeping.
Taehyung looked down at you with loving eyes as he watched you wake up fully, your eyes widening when you turned your body to see your boyfriend in person.
“Tae,” You breathed out, your body losing its tiredness once you laid eyes on the person you’d been missing the most. He smiled widely when you turned around to face him completely, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into a hug.
His deep chuckle filled your ears, the sound being so much more different in person than from your laptop’s speakers. You couldn’t believe he was here right now, when you thought he was overseas for the next week.
“I missed you too, baby.” The two of you hugged the other close, your arms holding onto him tightly as if you were afraid he’d disappear if you let go.
“Is this real? Are you really you?” You couldn’t help but think this was all just a dream, some imagined reality stemming from your longing to see your boyfriend again. But the feeling of his hands slowly stroking your back confirmed that this was, in fact, real.
“Yes, love. I’m really here.” Taehyung thought the way you clung onto him was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. The hug lasted another moment before you pulled away enough to look at his face, your hands reaching up to rest on his cheeks.
You took a moment to study his features, your thumb lightly brushing over his one double eyelid, the mole under his right eye, the one on his nose, all the way down to his bottom lip. One thing you absolutely adored about him was his uneven eyelids, his left one being a double eyelid while his right one was monolid. Taehyung felt insecure about it sometimes, complaining to you how he thought it was weird that his eyes weren’t symmetrical. But you reassured him that it was your favorite part about him, along with the boxy smile you loved so much. He was so beautiful to you.
Taehyung was lost in your eyes as he felt your touch along his face, highlighting all of your favorite features on him. With every touch, his body filled with this intense feeling of euphoria, one he always felt when the two of you were having intimate moments like this. He was so in love with you that it hurt.
The ends of your lips turned up into a soft smile, your eyes meeting his dark ones. Your foreheads rested against each other for a single moment before your lips finally met. The kiss was slow, but filled with so much longing, so much passion, so much love. Through that kiss, you could feel all of the love he had for you, and how much he missed you while he was away. He could taste your dried tears on the corners of your mouth, his heart hurting while knowing that you were crying because he wasn’t there to be with you. But he made it up to you with this moment, this single kiss. With this kiss, he promised you that he would never leave you again.
With this kiss, you both knew that you were each other’s everything.
Summary: You can’t sleep, so Taehyung calls to sing to you.
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Tears slipped down your face as the night passed, allowing your thoughts to roam freely in your mind. Every insecurity you’ve ever had, every bad memory, all the guilt you’ve been holding back just spilled out all at once. Lately, you’d been feeling like you weren’t enough for anyone, and that you were a burden to everyone you loved. Even though you were doing so much better than you were in the past, you still had these moments. You couldn’t help it.
You were curled up on your side, clutching the sleeves of the hoodie your boyfriend Taehyung gave you. The moonlight that shone through your window almost taunted you, reminding you that the night wasn’t over. You were still going to be feeling these things for as long as the nighttime allowed.
Any time you were feeling all of these negative emotions, your mind always wandered to the thought of your boyfriend. He was the sunshine in your life, the reason you knew what the feeling of love was. Taehyung was always your rock, and he was always assuring you that you could come to him whenever you needed someone. He was always really supportive of anything you did, always telling you how proud he was of you. Reaching over to your night table, you picked up your phone and texted the person you needed the most right now.
You:
Tae, are you still awake?
Tae <3:
Not really, I was sleeping before
Tae <3:
What’s wrong?
You:
Nothing, I just can’t sleep
Right as you hit send, your phone began buzzing. Why was Taehyung FaceTiming me if he just woke up? You quickly cleared your throat so that he wouldn’t be able to tell you were crying before you picked up the call.
“Hey,” You spoke softly. You could hear Tae’s tired voice on the other side, his face only being illuminated by the light from his phone. It was when he gave you a tired smile that you instantly felt bad for keeping him up.
“Why are you still up?” He spoke softly, the sheets of his bed making a ruffling noise as he got comfortable. You didn’t want him to worry too much, so you decided to lie. Looking over at the time, the clock next to you read ‘2:06 am’.
“I can’t sleep.” Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows in thought, almost as if he was worried. But he knew, he knew why you were awake this late. He could hear the pain in your voice. But the boy knew better than to ask you about it, you would tell him when you were ready.
“Do you want me to sing for you?” He proposed, the idea sending butterflies to your stomach. You always loved listening to your boyfriend’s voice, it was your favorite sound in the world. Taehyung always sang to you whenever you asked him to, you even accompanied him when he went to the BigHit Entertainment building to record with the rest of Bangtan. It was just something about the depth and soul of his voice that instantly calmed your nerves and made you relax.
“Yeah, if you don’t mind. But aren’t I holding you from sleeping?” Another smile formed on the boy’s lips as he shook his head.
“No, it’s okay. What should I sing?” He sat up on his bed, his chocolate brown eyes looking right into yours. The way Taehyung’s shaggy brown hair fell over his forehead just made you fall in love with him even more.
“The one you sang last week, my favorite.” He knew exactly which one you were talking about.
“Okay, I’ll sing it for you.” You watched as he pulled out his laptop, looking into his files for the instrumental of the song. It started playing, and you made sure to close your eyes to savor every moment of his sweet voice.
“In the park that the dawn’s moon has passed over,
I now fill it with my emotions,
This song is headed for you.”
With every word he sang, you could hear the emotions he poured into the song. Every note, every word, every emotion. You felt him singing it to you, and no one else.
“I still wonder, wonder, beautiful story.
Still wonder, wonder, best part.
I still wonder, wonder, next story.
I want to make you mine.”
You felt yourself being carried away by his soft voice and the words he was singing. And soon enough, you could feel sleep starting to take over you. But before it did, you could hear the last words that Taehyung said to you after he finished his song. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
