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i would simply ✨️melt✨️ if tae held my hand

Illusion of Us || Chapter 01

a misunderstanding sparks a rumor that you and taehyung are in a relationship what you didn't expect was him asking you to keep the rumor alive

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - taehyung x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every friday

"Hey baby," you greet Namjoon with a smile as soon as you approach him. He's been waiting for you at the bus station, like every other morning. His eyes light up at your arrival, ready to accompany you to your department.

He's a year older than you, but this semester, luckily, your schedules align. At last, you have a companion for your breaks.

If it weren't for him, you'd still be shielding yourself with your phone and earphones, a fortress against any unwanted human contact. There's nothing in this world that makes you more uncomfortable than small talk. Especially with people you have no similar interest with, and with whom you will never speak again once you graduate.

The path to an Art University was an unexpected turn in your journey. Choosing university life itself was a leap, yet when your mother pushed for Maths, you opted for the less daunting world of art and history, rather than the perplexities of mathematical equations.

Maths was manageable during school - up to a point, at least. The introduction of Xs and Fs marked a clear boundary for your interests; you were stable enough to never choose this career path.

"How many times must I tell you not to call me that?" Namjoon whines, to which you respond with a soft chuckle, savoring the hot chocolate he kindly bought you. Countless times didn't you tell him to keep his money and not spend it on you, but he insists it is the least he can do for you since you help him pass his classes, providing him with all your notes and flash cards.

Your friendship with Namjoon evolved effortlessly over the years. It began in your second year when he approached you for directions. Being the first person you'd spoken to in weeks, you felt a compelling urge to step out of your bubble and actually communicate.

It only happened occasionally, and only if the presence of the other person didn't trigger all your bad feelings and second thoughts in an instant. Namjoon was one of these people. Then there's Hoseok, another kindred spirit, whose effortless charm could thaw the coldest of hearts. Even the thickest iceberg would melt with just a smile of his.

He has that kind of charm, don't blame him.

You, however, have always been more guarded, trusting mainly in your intuition to guide you through social landscapes.

"And how many times have I told you I won't stop?" you tease him, playfully sticking out your tongue.

"Y/n, you're making it really difficult for me to find a girlfriend!" Namjoon exclaims as you both walk down the small road leading to your building.

"I certainly do not," you retort, not the least bit offended by his statement. You know it's far from true. People never confuse you for a couple; instead, they often ask if you're siblings, curious about how you stay so close.

Truth is, Namjoon feels like the brother you never had. Which is why you often give in and do whatever he asks just so he can be happy. Even if that means go clubbing, something you utterly despise and under any other circumstance you would avoid wholeheartly. But when he asks so earnestly, hoping you'll meet new people, you can't bring yourself to say no.

"And why don't I have a girlfriend, then?" he asks, oblivious to how he acts around girls he likes. You smile and meet his eyes before responding.

"Could it be because you stammer and turn as red as a radish around girls you like?" you suggest, trying to suppress your amusement at his glare and pursed lips. His reaction is so comical you almost choke on your drink.

In response to his glare, you blow him a flying kiss and start walking down the hallway to your auditorium, leaving him at the door of his class.

Enjoying the comfort of your solitude, you take a seat in the second row and begin unpacking your supplies for today's lecture. The hassle of moving canvases and palettes daily isn't convenient, but it gives you a sense of uniqueness, like the female lead in a movie. Because, clearly, in the most unexpected situation your destined half will see you struggling and offer to help you, head over heels for you from the moment he saw you.

Well, the reality...

The reality is far from cinematic. More often than not, you find yourself tripping over, splattering paint on your clothes, embracing the daily chaos. The way you'd rather tie your hair in messy buns and ponytails instead of taking the time to tame this mass of accumulated attitude doesn't help either, but you don't mind.

You occasionally feel self-conscious about your appearance, but it's never been a significant concern. You make an effort when necessary, but you are not one of those girls who wake up two hours before class to get their make up done without a flaw and style their hair to perfection. You admire and envy them, but it's not something you could add to your routine even if you tried.

You love sleep too much to sacrifice it for something like that.

"Hey y/n," comes a man's voice, not unfamiliar yet not immediately recognizable. It couldn't be one of your close friends; after all, Namjoon is on the first floor, and Hoseok studies in a completely different department, majoring in confectionery.

His forte might not extend beyond smoothies, but, hey, at least he has progressed to measuring ingredients, a small victory in its own right.

Lifting your gaze, you're greeted by Yoongi's familiar smile.

"Hey Yoongi," you respond, setting your phone aside on the desk. You may be awkward around people, but you've never been rude enough to ignore them. That would be embarrassing, and you'd ruminate on it for days, especially before falling asleep.

"Will you come to the movie tomorrow?" he asks, taking a sip from his extra-large iced americano.

While you wouldn't label your relationship with Yoongi as close, your mutual connection with Namjoon and Hoseok often finds you in the same social circle. Your gatherings, typically involving clubbing or movie nights eating burgers, form the extent of your social life.

This is your only time for socialization, to be honest, and handling seven men is quite draining. You're perfectly fine with just that.

You nod at Yoongi's question before replying, "Yes, Namjoon told me yesterday. At 7, right?"

"Right, and feel free to bring someone along," he suggests, and you just smile because you both know it's never going to happen. Every time someone offers, and every time you only tag along with Namjoon and Hoseok, who are also Yoongi's best friends, essentially nullifying the concept of bringing a friend.

With that, Yoongi walks over to one of his best friends, Taehyung, and sits next to him. Yoongi's not even enrolled here, yet he tags along from time to time and attends lectures. These times seem to be the hardest for Taehyung, between being the most popular here and Yoongi asking him to introduce him to every girl, Taehyung often looks tired and ready to leave and never come back.

Out of all Namjoon's best friends, Taehyung is definitely the most introverted. Yet, it still amazes you how he manages to be so popular without even trying. You've spoken a few times during your get-togethers, but other than that, even in class, you stick to greeting each other.

It is really hard approaching someone when both of you are shy...

Discovering you were in the same department as Taehyung was a surprise, a detail that never surfaced during those laid-back summer days spent together two years ago. The day you found him waiting outside your house with Namjoon, ready to carpool to uni, was quite a shock.

Apparently, drawing is Taehyung's passion, so there was no other option for him than applying to art school.

It was the only time you came to class together. Mainly because your house was nowhere near his, so you felt bad having him drive you around. And partly because every girl saw you coming together and openly asked you to hook them up.

Being single yourself, it would be a shame to meddle in others' love lives too. Playing wingman was never one of your strong suits anyway. Once, you tried to set Namjoon up with one of your project partners, and the girl ended up thinking he was gay.

Namjoon's silent treatment lasted a week following that incident. He had been genuinely interested in the girl, and your misguided matchmaking only compounded his frustrations. Eventually, he moved on after a while and found someone else, thankfully not from your year.

A smile tugs at your lips as these memories flicker through your mind. You open your notebook, getting ready for the lecture as the professor steps in.

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"... so let's begin with the outline. You have ten m-"

A sudden alarm slices through your professor's words, halting time itself. You find yourself frozen, a statue amidst chaos, struggling to process the unfolding events. Around you, a spectrum of reactions: some scream in panic, while others, like you, are eerily still, unblinking.

All those years of fire drills, the routine marches out of school buildings, had never prepared you for the real thing. Now, that it's happening in real life, every rule you thought you remembered has suddenly flown away, leaving your mind blank.

You are not an adrenaline seeker in any way, and under stress, it's more likely you'll go numb or start crying than get a grip on the situation.

Like a distant echo, you heard your professor urging everyone to stay calm and exit the building in groups through the back door, which is near the classroom you are in.

If it weren't for the person sitting next to you nudging you worriedly, you would probably have remained seated, not moving an inch. But prompted by their nudge, you hastily grabbed your belongings and started walking toward the corridor.

Walking almost mechanically, clutching your bag to your side, you didn't hear someone shouting in time, "Y/n, watch out."

In a blur, you're pressed against the wall, an arm securely around your waist preventing a near collision. Inches away from a potential injury, saved by swift intervention from someone who reacted quicker than you.

"I'm sorry," you hear him say, and as you look up, you're met with Taehyung's worried gaze. His eyes scan you anxiously for any sign of harm.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung asks, not letting you go. His voice is steadying, yet his proximity is disorienting. The sudden closeness, having him this near, feels overwhelming. Words elude you, leaving your thoughts in disarray, so you simply nod in response to his question.

Even then, he doesn't seem convinced, his hold still firm. In reality, if he let you go, there's a high chance your legs would give out, leaving you on the floor.

"Y/n," he repeats, concern evident in his voice. As your eyes meet his, the realization hits that you haven't yet spoken, unintentionally fueling his worry and giving him every reason to believe you might be hurt.

"I'm fine," you manage to say. The moment your voice breaks the silence, his grip around your waist involuntarily tightens. Unexpectedly, you feel his thumb caressing your cheek, his body moving even closer to you, into a space you thought nonexistent.

He is very close now. Too close.

Holding your breath, you're caught off guard by his soft smile, the warmth spreading to your cheeks. They're probably cherry red by now.

Confused and slightly flustered by his move you ask him, almost in a whisper, "What are you doing?"

He seems to snap out of his own daze, pulling his hand back abruptly. You almost whine at the sudden loss of warmth, surprised by how his touch felt.

"Uh... I'm sorry," Taehyung stammers, a tinge of embarrassment coloring his features. "I just wanted to make sure you are okay," he adds, managing a faint smile.

Unsure how to respond or act, you turn your gaze away, and like a thunderstrike, you realize that you are in fact in the middle of an evacuation. Rather than gazing at Taehyung like the eye candy he is, it would be wiser to make a swift exit.

"I think we should get going," you voice your thoughts, and Taehyung follows your gaze, watching all your colleagues rushing.

"Right," he replies and without warning, he takes your hand again, guiding you through the throng of people. His grip is reassuring, a constant presence amidst the disorder.

Throughout the entire route, he never let go of your hand, squeezing your palm occasionally, especially when the crowd thickened, as if afraid to lose you.

Once you reach a quieter area, the relief is palpable. Close enough to catch any announcements but far from the pandemonium, you both pause to catch your breath.

"Are you alright?" Taehyung asks as he takes the seat next to you.

"Yes," you reply, turning to look at him. His gaze is already on you. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm good," he reassures you, digging through his bag before offering you a water bottle. "Here, you might need this."

The abrupt ring of your phone shatters the calm, displaying Namjoon's name on the screen.

"Where are you?" Namjoon's voice, tense and laced with worry, crackles through the phone. The underlying stress, possibly from fears of a fire in the building, is palpable in his tone.

"I'm by the parking lot, come h-" Before you can finish your sentence, the call goes dead, and a hurried Namjoon is seen running toward you.

He immediately begins a thorough, almost frantic check of your wellbeing, his hands moving over your face, head, and limbs, as if that could tell him if you're okay.

"I'm fine," you assure him, meeting his eyes. He exhales a heavy sigh, visibly trying to compose himself.

"You had me worried," he admits, his hands pausing to massage his temples.

"I can walk, you know," you reply. Thankfully, everyone is fine; there's no point in exaggerating the situation more than necessary.

"Situations like these require quick thinking. I'm sure you're more likely to freeze in place than to walk," Namjoon states, confident in his assumption, and you hate that he's right. That's exactly what you did a few minutes ago.

Next to you, Taehyung's chuckle breaks through, and as you turn to him, his laughter grows, hands raised in a gesture of playful surrender.

"Let's get out of here," Taehyung suggests, rising to his feet. Mimicking his action, you stand, slinging your hands over your shoulder.

With him leading the way, the three of you head toward his car. It's wise to leave now, before the parking lot becomes congested and you're stuck here for another fifteen minutes.

Reaching his Genesis GV80 SUV, you wait for him to unlock it, when Namjoon suddenly grabs your arm to get your attention.

"Y/n?" Namjoon's confusion is evident in his furrowed brow.

"Hm?" you murmur, more a sound than a sentence.

"What's happening?" he asks.

You frown at his question, puzzled. "What do you mean?" you ask.

"You were holding hands with Taehyung." He points out, and you look at him in astonishment.

Your surprise is not at the question itself; after all, you and Namjoon share everything. It's the realization that Taehyung's hand in yours had felt so natural, you hadn't even noticed.

For the second time today...

𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 || 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ↠

jiminie crashing jungkook's fic just like that

he's too cute for this world 🥹🥹

SO EXCITED FOR THE REST

Thin Divide || Chapter 02

when your crush—who's also your brother's best friend—returns and confesses his love for you, you try your best to avoid him only problem is; you both live in the same condo

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - jungkook x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - brother's best friend au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every thursday

"Kookie..." Your voice is a whisper, disbelief lacing every syllable.

"Hello baby," Jungkook greets you with a smile filled with affection and pulls you into the tightest hug.

"Wha... how..." Your words falter, your thoughts scrambling, unable to form coherent sentences. The shock of seeing Jungkook in front of you after two years of his complete absence is overwhelming. The last thing you expected was this casual re-entrance into your life.

Desperately, you sift through your thoughts for something to say, but find nothing. Should you greet him as if you'd been in touch all along? Because you haven't.

That's not the case, and the pain of that reality is sharp. Should you hug him back? No, that feels too straight forward. Maybe his return was spurred by the joy of reunited with everyone else, but that doesn't erase the long silence that stretched between you.

"When did you come back?" is the question you finally settle on. It feels safe, neutral.

"Today," Jungkook answers with an ease that contrasts sharply with your inner war. Your eyes are drawn to a small, silver earring adorning his bottom lip, a new addition since he left.

Wow, it suits him so much.

He's changed, you realize. The undercut hairstyle is familiar, but now there's an earring on one of his eyebrows, too. A part of you craves to reach out, to feel the cold metal against his skin, to see if it feels as intriguing as it looks, especially the one on his lip. But you restrain yourself, avoiding the temptation to study him too closely.

Before you get caught up in observing him any further, you nod and muster a smile that's anything but casual. To mask your inner chaos, you quickly move back to the couch.

Staying near him feels too risky, too fraught you might say or do something you're not supposed to. In this moment, you have no idea how to act, so staying still is your best option.

You desperately seek out Maria's eyes among the group. When your gazes lock, the alarm etched on your face is enough for her to understand. Without a word, she moves to sit next to you, filling one potential space next to you.

One down, you think, hoping someone else will take the seat on your other side to spare you from dealing with Jungkook's presence this close.

Watching Namjoon scan the room for a spot, you feel a flicker of hope, but it quickly fades as he opts for the floor. Hoseok follows him, and a sense of dread tightens in your chest. You gulp dryly and Maria senses your discomfort; her hand finds a comforting spot between the couch and your back, her gentle caress offering a sliver of relief. You both know you won't relax until everyone is settled.

Your focus shifts to Yoongi, with all your energy you pin him with your gaze but it seems to go unnoticed. It's as if he's oblivious to your silent pleas, and he casually moves to sit at the opposite end of the couch. Frustration and desperation bubbles inside you.

You scoff and as he passes by and you can't resist nudging him with your foot, causing him to stumble into his chosen spot.

Maria can't help but hide a chuckle between coughs, muffling it behind her hand, but it does little to calm your nerves. You roll your eyes because even Yoongi's fall didn't ease a bit of your anxious state.

"Sorry," you mutter towards him, who looks back at you, confusion and surprise on his face.

Your heart skips a beat when Jungkook takes a step, but instead of approaching you, he moves behind the couch. For a moment, you think he might join Yoongi, but that hope is quickly dashed when you feel the couch dip slightly behind you, signaling his presence. Lifting your head, you're met with Jungkook's smile as he playfully taps your nose with his finger, scrunching his.

"How long are you staying?" Maria asks and you mentally thank her for breaking the silence. You know Maria asked for your sake, a subtle way to glean information about his plans, the parts he's willing to share at least. And that's why you're very thankful she's your best friend.

You quickly turn your head forward, not wanting to meet his gaze again.

"I'm back," Jungkook declares simply.

"We can see that," Maria replies, stating the obvious. Despite anticipating his response, a part of you still hoped for a different answer.

"Permanently," he adds, confirming your fears.

A whirlwind of emotions washes over you, yet you don't know what you're mostly afraid of. Having Jungkook around isn't new, but his presence in the condo changes everything. His ability to come and go as he pleases on this floor, just like everyone else, fills you with unease. You know it will affect you, disrupt your peace.

It's not intentional.

That doesn't mean though you can lie to yourself that your crush is long forgotten and act like nothing is going on. A lot will change with him around, you know that for a fact, but you are not sure how you can or will handle all of this.

"I moved all my things in this afternoon," Jungkook explains, and suddenly, everything clicks into place.

How Jimin had asked you to open the store alone cause he had a date he couldn't cancel. Apparently his idea of date means moving Jungkook's boxes around.

How Hoseok arrived thirty minutes later than usual to pick you up after you ended with all the appointments.

How Jin asked you what Jungkook is doing. Of course, it makes sense now.

A wave of relief washes over you, realizing Jin isn't losing his mind. But a tinge of bitterness surfaces; you can't help but notice that everyone was in on Jungkook's move except you.

"You all knew?" you ask, your gaze sweeping across the room, deliberately not settling on anyone in particular.

The realization that they kept this from you stings. Did Jungkook asked for their silence? Why?

You didn't expect a detailed account of his reasons for returning, but a heads up, considering you share the same living space, would have been appreciated.

Jungkook owns the fourth floor, nestled between Jimin and Taehyung, but he will still be a part of this floor too. Everyone is. And you live here too.

Your brother avoids your eyes, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, and irritation bubbles within you. Yoongi opens his mouth to speak, but then, following his gaze to Jungkook, you catch a subtle shake of the head from him, and Yoongi falls silent.

So Jungkook doesn't want you to know.

Confusion and hurt swirl within you, a tumult of emotions that refuse to settle. Two years ago, when Jungkook left, you thought perhaps he needed space, time away from everyone, including you. But now, it seems there's more to it.

You can't understand what it is that you may did or said, but to remember it after this whole time, it must've been something that deeply affected him.

The sound of the elevator landing on your floor is immediately followed by the unmistakable noise of loud footsteps and excited shouts. Everyone's attention swivels towards the half wall that partially separates the kitchen from the entrance, a layout that keeps the living room feeling open and connected. Through the decorative holes in the wall, designed more for style than privacy, you have a clear view from the couch of who's arriving.

In this situation it's a no brainer, only Taehyung and Jimin are missing. Given how discrete they are not, even if someone else was missing too, your mind would still go to them.

"JKKKK!" Jimin's voice pierces the air, his arms flung wide open as the elevator door slides open. In his eagerness, he shovers Taehyung aside to walk first towards Jungkook. You can't tell yet if he's drunk, he could act like that sober too.

"Jiminshi," Jungkook greets, his enthusiasm dialed back a few notches. "You saw me four hours ago," he adds with a chuckle, returning the hug with a few pats on the back.

Okay, so Jimin is drunk. Noted.

"How was your date?" you ask Jimin, your voice dripping with irony.

Instead of answering, Jimin vaults over the couch like an Olympic gymnast and lands next to you, slinging an arm around your shoulders. The scent of whiskey and vodka hits you like a freight train.

"I'm sorry I lied," Jimin declares with the widest grin so, his eyes squish into thin lines.

"Still guilty," you say, nudging him a bit to put some space between you and his portable liquor cabinet aura. How he mixes drinks so well is beyond you.

Well, well might be a stretch given his current state.

"Did you guys eat?" Maria asks.

Both Jimin and Taehyung shake their heads in unison, a choreographed movement that could pass for a drunken dance routine.

"There's still some pizza left," Namjoon offers helpfully, pointing towards the dinner table behind Yoongi.

Taehyung, in a display of single-minded focus, bee-lines for the food without so much as a hello. He plops down and starts eating without greeting anyone.

"Go eat something," you say softly to Jimin and you notice how his lips form a pout.

Dealing with a drunken Jimin is always a delicate subject; one moment he's all hyper and happy, the life of the party, the next he could start crying over how much he misses you... when you're beside him.

Shit, pouty lips are never a good sign.

You watch as he dramatically sighs, bringing his index finger at the corner of his mouth. A sigh of relief escapes you; crisis averted, for now.

"Okay," he mumbles adorably, bouncing up to join Taehyung.

You can't help but smile as Jimin toddles off, pointing and laughing at Jin for no apparent reason. However, your smile drops the instant you feel a subtle touch under your hair, grazing your collarbone. The shift in weight nearby signals Jungkook's proximity, leaning in closer than before. Like an old habit of his, he casually picks up a strand of your hair, twirling it around his fingers. A gesture so familiar yet so distant now.

"Still babysitting him?" Jungkook's voice is a low chuckle near your ear, his presence enveloping you. You can feel his torso just behind your shoulder, his knee resting near you. He's too close, his presence overwhelming.

You close your eyes, mainly to escape the invasion of his smokey scent that fills your senses. Distance is what you need, desperately.

"Mhm," you nod, a non-committal response, and abruptly stand up.

But now, all eyes are on you, expecting an explanation for your sudden movement. You're at a loss for words, scrambling for a reason that isn't there.

"Uuuh..." Your eyes dart around, finally landing on your phone resting on the table. You snatch it up, adjusting your hoodie over your black leggings nervously.

"I'm going for a walk," you blurt out, the first excuse that pops into your head.

"At this hour?" Hoseok's surprise is evident in his tone.

"What's wrong with the hour?" you try playing it cool despite being fully aware of the late time.

"It's 1 am?" Yoongi exchanges a baffled look with Hoseok.

"I know that," you respond with feigned nonchalance, offering everyone a quick nod before making your way to your shoes. Finally getting the hell out of...

"Wait, y/n."

...here.

His voice stops you in your tracks. You press your lips together, steeling yourself before turning to face Jungkook. To your astonishment, he stands up. "I'll come with you," he offers, and your heart sinks.

No, no, no.

This wasn't the plan.

You'd walk around the block, perhaps chatting with Maria while you lingered outside, waiting for everyone to leave so you could return to bed. Jungkook, of all people, should be tired. He's had a day of moving, for goodness' sake.

He moved house, damn it, ain't he exhausted?

"It's okay, I can go alone," you say, striving to sound as unbothered as possible. A quick nod from Maria assures you that you've succeeded in doing so, but Jungkook seems unphased.

"I know, but I've missed the place," he replies, his smile wide and disarmingly genuine. You bite back the questions swirling in your mind about why he left in the first place then.

"Jiminnie? Want to join us? A bit of fresh air could do you good," you suggest, hoping for an ally. But Jimin, engrossed in his pizza, doesn't even listen your invitation, instead, he shovels another slice into his mouth.

That boy's no help at all.

"Come on," Jungkook urges, already slipping on his boots and heading towards the door.

In the elevator, you find yourself studying its buttons like it's the first time you see them, your gaze meticulously avoiding Jungkook. You can feel how, in contrast to you, his gaze is fixed on you, but you pretend not to notice.

Jungkook chuckles at your awkwardness, leaning casually against the elevator wall, hands in his pockets, his body oriented towards you. When the elevator stops on the fifth floor, he reaches out and presses his floor's button, pausing the descent.

Your eyes snap to him, a flash of panic betraying your feigned indifference. "Why are we stopping?"

"I need to grab something, I'll be down in two minutes," Jungkook explains and with his foot he pushes the door open.

From the moment he turns his back on you and until the door closes you try take peaks of his apartment, but fail. Everything is covered in darkness, only the outline of boxes barely noticeable.

Curiosity nags at you. You wonder how he's transformed his space. You can already imagine the diffusers and comfortable spots everywhere in the house. The apartment has been vacant since the condo's completion, and you can't wait to see what he's done with it.

But you're not about to invite yourself in, not now. You exit the elevator at the garage level, stepping outside to wait for Jungkook by the front door.

HOW DO I GET OUT OF THIS?

You message Maria frantically, the idea of hiding in Hoseok's apartment seeming like the perfect escape. The plan is clear in your mind; use the outside elevator, enter with your spare keys.

Want me to come down?

Maria replies and contemplating about it, you think of yes, but it's too late.

The sound of Jungkook's footsteps grows closer, and in a haste, you send a quick text.

Too late for that

I've got it

I hope...

Locking your phone screen, you prepare yourself for what's next. But nothing could have prepared you for the sight that greets you.

Your breath catches, and you instinctively cover your mouth, your eyes wide and glimmering in the faint glow of the streetlights.

"You still have it?" you whisper, disbelief lacing your voice.

Jungkook's response is a manic nod, his smile so wide it brings back memories from what you thought was lost forever.

It's bittersweet. All the memories you've shared, now resurfacing, are cherished yet painful to remember. It's a bittersweet reunion.

Pushing open the large sliding door of the building, the root of your swirling emotions lies before you.

"I can't believe you still have it," you murmur, your voice full of denial and amazement.

"Always, baby," Jungkook replies, gripping your hand with his free one and leading the way.

God, it's the second time today he's calling you baby and it makes you feel all kind of weird things. It confuses you. It blurs the line of distance he deliberately has putten between you.

You sit casually, watching him with an admiring gaze.

The sleek lines of his motorcycle suit him more than ever, especially with that confident look he's wearing.

And then he moves...

He hands you the helmet, the very one you both picked out five years ago, on the day he bought his dream motorcycle. You vividly remember how he excitedly woke you up at the crack of dawn on his 21st birthday, eager to get to the store the moment it opened.

Jungkook, always prioritizes safety and knowing your shared passion for motorcycles, he had insisted on buying two helmets. Since that day, he's always been the one to keep yours, bringing it along for every ride you've shared.

You thought he might have gotten rid of it by now. You are wrong this time.

Taking the helmet from him, nostalgia washes over you. With a hop, you're behind him on the bike, settling into the familiar seat. It feels surreal, almost like stepping back in time. You secure the helmet, the familiar click bringing back a flood of memories. Lowering the clear visor, you rest your hands on your thighs, feeling the coolness of the leather.

"Ready?" Jungkook's voice, slightly muffled by his helmet, is deep and reassuring. To confirm, he glances back at you, giving a thumbs up. His eyes crinkle in a way that you remember fondly.

You nod, feeling a surge of adrenaline.

"Always."

↞ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 || 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ↠

oh so we're going with a pet name right away...

sign me tf up

Thin Divide || Chapter 01

when your crush—who's also your brother's best friend—returns and confesses his love for you, you try your best to avoid him only problem is; you both live in the same condo

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - jungkook x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - brother's best friend au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every thursday

"Are we having gimbap today?" you ask Hoseok, sliding into the passenger seat of his car. You've just wrapped up your shift at Jimin's tattoo shop, and true to tradition, Hoseok is here for the pickup.

"I bought pizza too," your best friend announces proudly. He briefly lifts one hand from the wheel, gesturing towards a tower of boxes in the back seat. Clapping your hands, you let out a string of enthusiastic, yet incomprehensible noises.

You can see Hoseok glaring at you with the corner of his eye, his head still dutifully monitoring the road. You sense every inch of his existence judging you, which only improves your mood.

"Yay!" Your voice bubbles over with happiness, accompanied by a wide grin.

"I hate it when you act like a child," he grumbles and shakes his head in mock despair, but you love it.

Teasing him and his social boundaries feels just too enjoyable.

"Bitch, you just hate happiness around you," you retort, to which he cheekily responds with a raised middle finger and you burst out laughing.

"Is Tae coming too?" Hoseok asks, and you shake your head, even though his attention isn't on you.

"Nope. He's out for drinks with Jiminie." As you speak, you shift in your seat for a better view of him, pulling one leg up onto the seat – careful to keep your shoes from touching the upholstery and drive Hoseok nuts. Leaning your back against the car door, you rest your head on the soft leather.

"Joon's already at the house, though," you add as an afterthought, and Hoseok simply nods in acknowledgment.

Jin and the rest of the guys, they're more than just friends - they're practically brothers. Your families lived in the same neighborhood, and this made their bond so strong, it blurred the lines between friendship and family. Wherever one went, the others followed. It was just how things were growing up.

They even went to the same university and shared an apartment. And when it was time, they all served in the military together.

So, four years ago, when they decided to build a condominium where the seven of them could live together, nobody was surprised. They went all out and constructed a huge building with eight floors. Each person has his own floor, a personal domain, but it is the eighth one that truly symbolizes their bond. It is a communal sanctuary, a mosaic of rooms designed for all of them to hang out together.

Being Jin's little sister, you always felt like you had seven brothers, not just one. To you, they weren't just his friends; they were your own best friends, and you didn't really need anyone else. Maria was the only exception – your partner in crime.

You never felt lonely with so much love and fun around.

So when you turned 18, two years ago, you asked Jin if you could also move into the condo. He was initially hesitant, concerned that you would get tired of the noise from seven men, but he agreed when he realized you really wanted the move.

In any case, it's better to live with them than your parents. Not that you don't love your parents, but the boys are so cool and fun, and they are always there to help you with anything. Why would you ask for anything else?

The apartment on the eighth floor has an attic too, so technically it feels like two levels. Up in the attic, the guys have put together what you call a playhouse.

It's like a mini-arcade, with everything from a basketball machine and table tennis to karaoke, board games, and cards. They've thought of it all. Puffs are scattered around for lounging, and there's even a mini-fridge, so no one has to trek downstairs for a snack or a drink.

Sometimes you wonder, if you just left them up there, how long would it take before they'd get bored and come down?

The level below is more like a regular apartment. It's got a cozy living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. Plus, there are four rooms. The guys have turned one into a gym and another into a gaming room with eight PCs, all set up and ready to go.

Since the other two rooms were still empty, and the guys had been already living almost two years here, you decided not to live with Jin on the sixth floor. Instead, you claimed one room for yourself and convinced Maria to take the other. That way, you don't mess up with your brother's routine too.

You love hanging out with the guys, but sometimes it's nice to have another girl around. So, technically, you're just living with Maria, but the guys are just as close. The fact that there is an internal elevator, in addition to the normal one, helps too.

Over the years, it became a habit for all of you to use the internal elevator that connects all your living rooms. Starting from the basement, which serves as a garage, the elevator goes up from Yoongi's on the first floor all the way to the first level of the eighth floor where you live.

The external elevator, next to the stairs, remains for visitors. When the occasion arises, it is used by them and leads them basically to the hall, just a few steps from each apartment. Since every apartment is essentially one entire floor.

"Has he eaten yet? We can stop to buy more food," Hoseok suggests, glancing at you with a thoughtful expression.

You raise an eyebrow in surprise, "You've already got four pizzas and five plates of gimbap in the back. How much more do we need to feed Joon as well?" Your tone is genuinely curious.

How does he think the food isn't enough?

"I'm sure there's also kimchi back at the house," you add with a slight smile, trying to reassure Hoseok, though you're not entirely sure why you feel the need to.

Hoseok nods sagely, "It's always better to have extra than to stay hungry," he says, his voice low as if he's said something wise, coupled with a nonchalant smile and a confident tilt of his chin.

You can't help but chuckle, "True. And there's always someone who magically appears when there's talk of food." You give a nod to Hoseok's point, acknowledging its validity.

Usually, Taehyung is the culprit of such food-related appearances, but since he's out with Jimin, you're pretty sure the current stash of food will suffice until they return.

Just then, the muffled sound of a message notification buzzes from your purse. You lean over and you grab the bag, sitting next to your feet, to get your phone.

Are you down for a movie?

You read Yoongi's message aloud, essentially asking the question to Hoseok.

"Sure," Hoseok agrees, but then he adds with a hint of mischief in his eyes, "Let Yoongi handle the projector this time..." He glances at you, a knowing look in his eyes, and you can't help but roll your own.

"It was just that one time!" you protest, a bit exasperated that he's still holding that incident over your head.

"You should've known better than to trust Joon with devices, y/n," Hoseok chides lightly.

And deep down, you know he's right...

Living with Namjoon was a new experience for you. How were you to know he was that clumsy? When he broke the projector and the guys made you pay 5k for the damaged equipment, even though it was his fault, it was more than a lesson for you not to leave him close to devices ever again. Needless to say, you didn't talk to him for a whole month after that.

Honestly, how does someone manage to be that clumsy?

It had only been a month since you moved in, but the memory still makes your blood boil – and yet, somehow, also makes you laugh. Namjoon, trying to plug in the cord, pulled too hard, thinking it was longer. The projector went flying across the living room, right off the table.

In complete silence, he turned to see all of you staring back at him from the couch. You still remember the sheepish look on his face, flabbergasted at how this damage happened. Without a word, he dumped the broken projector in the trash, then calmly brought out his laptop and hooked it up to the TV.

When Jin opened his mouth, probably to complain, Namjoon simply put a hand over it. 'Not a word hyung' he said, then started the movie as if the whole fiasco had never happened, leaving all of you dumbfounded.

Set it up pls :)

We'll be there in 5

You quickly message Yoongi back and throw your phone into your bag again.

After a short drive, Hoseok smoothly steers the car into the parking area in the basement of the building. You both get out, and you lend a hand with the load of food, prepping to head up.

"I'll stop to drop off my bag and come up," Hoseok calls out, pausing at the second floor.

"Okay, I'll go ahead," you reply and grab the bags with the food from his hand and wait for him to hop into his living room to get whatever he needs before coming back.

Continuing your way to your apartment, you adjust all the bags in your hands because they feel too heavy to carry by yourself.

Once you reach your floor, you try to push the door open with your foot but fail, as you are not strong enough.

"Hello! Anyone here?" you yell, hoping someone heard you.

The sound of approaching footsteps brings a small victory smile to your face. The door swings open, and there's Jin, his expression full of annoyance. You roll your eyes at his reaction seeing you; you bet he was in the middle of a game to look so irritated.

"Where's Hobi?" Jin asks, but you don't give him an answer. Instead, you shove all the bags in his direction and free yourself to step into the house.

"Hello to you too," you greet him sarcastically, and he smiles mockingly, sticking his tongue out.

"How charming," you quip back, holding the door for him now burdened with the food.

"He'll be right up," you mention, referring to Hoseok as you slip off your shoes.

Jin, now balancing the food carefully, asks, "So, where's everyone else?" And you follow him towards the kitchen.

"You're the one who's here, how am I supposed to know?" you tease Jin, who shoots back a glare with a dead serious face because you both know you're in everyone's business.

"Fine," you chuckle, settling onto a stool. "Tae and Jimin are out for drinks, Yoongi's probably looking for the projector in the attic so we can watch a movie, Hobi was just with me, he'll join soon. I think Joon mentioned a meeting this afternoon and planned to head home after. And Maria... Maria's clocking out at ten, so she'll be here then."

Jin looks at you as he arranges the food on plates, but his expression puzzles you. He's wearing this odd, almost goofy smile that doesn't quite fit the ordinary Friday evening vibe. You run through the usual reasons and try to understand what is going on. His favorite team didn't win a championship, he didn't get a promotion since he's the CEO, so unless he's fallen in love, which you highly doubt, he's just starting to go crazy.

"Aren't you forgetting someone?" Jin suddenly asks and, you swear, he almost chuckles.

Your brother's unusual demeanor throws you off, prompting a confused smile. "You're literally right here," you respond, puzzled by his cryptic hint. You are not sure what he's expecting you to say.

"Not me, pabo," he says, rolling his eyes, and you're officially clueless.

Sensing your oblivious state he adds, "What about JK?"

It clicks then, yet somehow, you're more worried about your brother's state.

"How can I possibly know what Kookie is doing now in Busan, Jin?"

Jungkook's departure two years ago, for reasons unknown to you, marked a painful chapter. Of all the guys, your bond with him had been the deepest. Yet, without warning, when he left, he decided to stop all communication with you, and you haven't talked to him for two years.

You know he and the guys talk regularly and are still close, but you never understood if you did something that bothered him and caused him to treat you like that. A week before you moved in, he left and hasn't been back since. The boys visit him every weekend they get a chance, but since Jungkook doesn't speak to you, you figured it'd be awkward to tag along, so you never did.

Only Maria knows that growing up you had the biggest crush on him. You didn't act on it, though, considering he is one of your brother's best friends, which complicates everything. And you love your brother very much; you wouldn't risk jeopardizing his relationship with one of the people he cares about the most.

You cried for days on Maria's lap because he left the condo when you came. Because he stopped caring about your existence. Because you never understood what went wrong...

"Right," Jin responds, and you rise from your seat, crossing the kitchen to where he stands.

With a hint of concern, you reach out to feel his forehead. He jerks back slightly.

"What are you doing?" he asks, a whine in his voice.

"Checking if you have a fever," you reply naturally. It's what you assume is the reason behind his attitude.

He shakes his head and laughs, "I'm not sick."

"I doubt that, but whatever."

Not giving any more thought to your weird brother, you grab some plates and head to the living room, arranging them neatly on the dining table. "Dinner's ready!" Your voice echoes, calling everyone to the meal. Then, you quickly return to the kitchen to help Jin with the remaining dishes.

Gradually, the room fills up as everyone gathers to eat. After dinner, you all find spots around the living room, sprawled on the couch, the floor, and cushy puffs.

"What a great movie," Maria comments from her spot beside you.

You nod, feeling tears well up in your eyes. There's something about the dance scene in Awakenings that always makes you emotional and cry instantly. You find it so poetically sad, capturing in such a romantic way the vulnerability of all people. It's a gentle reminder that no human is superior to nature, and in fact, its power is limited. It gives you comfort that today, while you're young, you can take advantage at least of that.

As the credits roll, Namjoon, seated near the light switch, stands and flicks the lights on. The sudden brightness causes a momentary squint among everyone before your eyes adjust to the change.

"You're still crying over Awakenings," someone comments in the background, but with everyone around you mumbling about the movie, it is hard to pinpoint who spoke.

Needing a moment, you stand to refill your glass with water. That's when you spot him.

You've had these hallucinations of Jungkook before, so you try to dismiss the figure as another figment of your imagination, walking past it to the kitchen. On your return, the puzzled stares from everyone, including Maria, catch you off guard. Their expressions are filled with confusion and concern.

You have to admit, though, you're getting a bit worried about your crush on Jungkook because, back from the kitchen, you still see him there, sitting on the couch next to your brother.

Your eyes fall on Yoongi, who is staring at you, his mouth agape in shock.

"What?" you ask him.

Why is everyone acting so weird today?

Your gaze follows Yoongi's, pointing to where he is, but the spot must be empty in Yoongi's vision.

Stubbornly, Jungkook is still there, looking as real as ever.

Gosh, you have to see a therapist. Because, this can't be right.

You've been seeing this man in front of you in various situations for the past two years, sometimes purposely searching for him in crowds, but with a shake of your head, his figure would get blurred, eventually lost.

Standing there, glass in hand, the impossible happens. "Won't you say hello?" the vision of Jungkook speaks, sitting calmly on the couch, and your heart skips a beat.

Is your mind playing tricks again?

When he stands up, your eyes follow, puzzled, every movement. As he steps forward, he stands in front of you and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

This is when you freeze. The glass slipping from your grasp and shattering on the floor, water splashing over your feet. But the shock of the broken glass pales in comparison to what's unfolding before you.

"Kookie..." Your voice is a whisper, disbelief lacing every syllable.

He is ...real?

Impossible!

"Hello baby," Jungkook greets you with a smile filled with affection and pulls you into the tightest hug.

𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 || 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ↠

shut their mouths real quick 👏👏

No Limit || Chapter 02

it all started with a dare; beyond that, there was no limit

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - jimin x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - best friends to lovers au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every wednesday

"Kiss Jimin," he announces, and the room, previously buzzing with murmurs, falls silent.

Feeling Jimin's hand drop away from your thigh, you're left frozen, your eyes locked on the empty spot where his hand was.

"What? You can't seriously be asking that!" You shake your head, your voice filled of disbelief and rising panic.

"Why not? You asked for a dare," the man retorts with an unmistakable smirk and you try to control yourself from rolling your eyes at him.

"He's my best friend," you counter firmly, acutely aware of the curious eyes bouncing between you and the instigator of this awkward situation. The room's focus is on you and, suddenly, you feel uncomfortable. A sense of unease creeping up.

"Don't pick a dare if you're a coward to follow through," the blonde next to you taunts with a smug grin, clearly relishing your dilemma.

Fighting the urge to slap her and her stupid smile, you feel Jimin's whisper, a quiet plea; "Don't." His words are meant to soothe, but they only add to the frustration boiling inside you.

Out of everything that is happening right now, his comment is on your anger towards the girl? Is he being serious?

With a sharp flick of your hair in Jimin's direction, partly in annoyance and partly to hide your flustered state, you turn back to face the man. "Choose something else," you demand, your tone leaving no room for argument.

But he merely shakes his head, his tongue clicking in a patronizing manner. "Nope. It's either the dare or you drink."

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you weigh your options. It's a lose-lose situation for you.

Kissing Jimin could unravel years of friendship, a line neither of you has ever dared to cross. You don't want to make things awkward between you.

But drinking? That's never been your cup of tea. You are not the type who needs to drink to have fun. As a matter of fact, you try and avoid it as much as possible. Always finding solace in staying sharp and in control, enjoying the party with a clear mind.

You never understood alcohol's allure of false liberation everyone's talking about. It has never tempted you; you cherish being fully present, able to dance and enjoy the night without any crutches. When drinking, your head feels heavy and you get all sleepy and cuddly, emotional. You are not in control of yourself, and you don't want to get in this position, especially in front of a bunch of people you don't know. Alcohol isn't your ticket to a good time, you are very aware and happy about it.

"She'll do it!" Jin blurts out, his cheeks flushed from both the beer and his obvious enjoyment of the unfolding drama. You shoot him a glare, but your annoyance is lost in the sea of expectant faces still fixed on you.

Turning away from Jin's mischief, you address Jimin directly. "Can I talk to you?" The irritation in your voice is unmistakable, and Jimin simply nods in response.

Silently, he stands, and you follow him, feeling the weight of every whisper as you exit the living room. The corridor to Namjoon's home office offers a welcome escape from the prying eyes and ears.

You don't mind being the topic of gossip, it's the reason behind it that gets on your nerves.

Once inside the library, you watch as Jimin settles into the chair, his demeanor surprisingly calm amidst the chaos. You lean against the closed door, your arms folded, eyes studying him. How can he be so relaxed about this?

Could it be that you value your friendship more than he does? No, that doesn't seem right. Jimin has shown in multiple occasions how much you mean to him. Yet, his current laid-back attitude baffles you.

You wait for him to meet your gaze, but he keeps his eyes downcast, seemingly focused on something trivial. The chair spins slowly under his relaxed posture.

Frustration bubbles inside you. You scoff and bring your hands before your chest, you take a breath finding the right words as you speak again.

"Will you let him talk nonsense like that?" you ask Jimin, the frustration evident in your tone.

"Y/n..." he begins, his voice trailing off as you cut him short, not willing to hear excuses.

"You know how I feel about people trying to ruin our friendship," you explain.

"A dare wouldn't ruin us, but okay," Jimin replies, sounding perplexed, trying to grasp your point. He clearly doesn't share the frustration simmering within you.

"He dared me to kiss you, Chimchim..." you pause, gauging his reaction, "...not make you stew kimchi jjigae." This is your best attempt to reason how crazy this game is turning into, but it seems lost in translation.

Despite his face being a bit lowered, you can still see Jimin's lips curl into a smile, teetering on the edge of laughter, which only fuels your growing stress.

"Why are you smiling?" The question comes out sharper than intended. You exhale a heavy sigh, but Jimin responds with a light chuckle, finding humor where you can't.

What is there to enjoy anyway? Your voice drops to a murmur, more to yourself than him.

"Isn't cooking more difficult for you?" he teases, and you look at him, dead serious, in the eyes.

"At least I would have gotten a bit of joy out of it," you retort, your voice tinged with bitterness.

He falls silent, lifting his head to finally look at you, his expression unreadable. You break the silence, feeling the weight of his stare.

"It's true..." you admit, the words tinged with awkwardness.

"Kissing me could give you joy too," he says casually, as if it's the most natural conclusion. You stand there, his words rendering you speechless.

And once again, Jimin leaves you without words.

His statement catches you off guard, and a wave of panic washes over you. You'd expected him to share your apprehension, but his nonchalant attitude leaves you unprepared and bewildered.

"You're truly okay with that?" you ask, your voice tinged with disbelief.

"Well," Jimin stands, closing the distance between you with a few casual steps. He pauses beside you, and you instinctively tilt your head to meet his gaze. He looks down at you, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. "If you think a simple kiss can shatter years of friendship, y/n, then you're selling very short what we have," he says, his tone cocky, yet there's a softness in his eyes that contradicts his attitude.

With a wink and a confident smirk, Jimin opens the door and strides out, leaving a trail of his light-hearted humming behind. His eyes sparkle with that familiar cocky glint as he departs.

Standing alone in the room, his words echo in your mind, stirring a tumult of thoughts. Could Jimin be right? Is the foundation of your friendship really that strong, unshakable even by a mere kiss?

The more you ponder, the more you start to question your initial reaction. You had been so quick to be offended, so certain that the dare was an outrageous breach. But now, seeing it through Jimin's perspective, doubts begin to creep in.

Is it possible that you're overreacting? Could your bond truly withstand the triviality of a dare? The thought lingers, unsettling yet eye-opening. Maybe, just maybe, the strength of your friendship isn't as fragile as you feared.

The question hangs heavily in your mind...

Haven't there been countless instances where friends crossed a line and couldn't find their way back?

But then again, there are just as many who remained friends despite it all, your inner voice argues.

You press your palms against your temples, attempting to quiet the whirlwind of thoughts. A moment of clarity is desperately needed to view the situation with more balanced judgment, weighing both possibilities and their potential risks.

Jimin's influence on you has always been significant, guiding you towards rationality in times of chaos. You envy that trait in him – his ability to think logically in any circumstance. Your decisions, guided more often by heart than head, haven't always led to the best outcomes. While there's a certain romanticism in being led by emotion, reality often demands a more grounded approach.

Being proud yourself, you refuse to return to the group with your decision proving right their expectations. It's not pressure to do what people expect you to. You like to think that, if you walk back in there and decide not to take the dare, it would feel like admitting that your friendship with Jimin isn't as strong or meaningful as you appear it to be.

And if there's one thing you're certain of in this chaotic world, it's the depth and strength of the bond the two of you share.

You push off from the wall, straightening up and taking a deep, steadying breath. Any lingering hesitation is brushed aside as you adjust your clothes and smooth down your hair, stepping out of the room with newfound confidence and control.

As you walk back to the living room, your mind is surprisingly clear, focused on one thought solely.

You've made your decision.

A smirk plays on your lips at the thought of catching everyone off guard.

And now, walking on a road that feels as if it has no limit, it's time to give them a show worth waiting for...

Jimin's last remark, you are well aware, was more of an unspoken challenge than anything else. A test of your confidence, your boundaries. He's always had a way of pushing you out of your comfort zone, hasn't he?

What the hell, it's just a kiss, after all.

Does it really matter who it's with?

As you turn back into the living room, you immediately feel the shift in the atmosphere. Every pair of eyes in the room gradually fixes on you, the murmurs dwindling with each step you take. But your attention is solely on one person.

Your best friend.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch the blonde girl watching you, her expression a cocktail of annoyance and overconfident smugness, as if she's certain you'll back down. The adrenaline coursing through you empowers your stride, infusing it with a sense of ownership over the room.

Maybe you do own it.

And maybe you'll regret this later, but right now, none of that matters.

Jimin's expression transforms from a welcoming smile to a puzzled frown as he reads the determined look on your face.

Huh, he thought you'd back down.

He probably expected you to avoid the dare, not realizing just how competitive you get when challenged or underestimated. And frankly, you've had enough of the blonde's attitude tonight.

It's time for a little shock and awe.

Fortuitously, Jimin isn't seated but standing, casually leaning against a wall next to Jin, surrounded by a few others with beers in hand. His relaxed posture belies the tension you're about to introduce.

As you approach him, he seems almost glued to the wall, no space left between his back and the solid surface as you stop right in front of him. The intensity of your gaze locks onto him, and you can tell he's trying to decipher your thoughts, perhaps even understand the silent message you're conveying through your eyes.

Jimin is about to greet you, when in a swift, unguarded moment, you bridge the distance between you, pressing your lips against his with an intensity that belies your inner turmoil. The shock in his eyes is fleeting before you close your own, standing on tiptoes to bridge the height gap between you. Your fingers find their way to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.

If you're gonna do something, at least do it good.

Determined to make this count, you focus on the kiss, feeling the softness of Jimin's lips. The kiss deepens, driven by a heady mix of adrenaline and a long-suppressed curiosity about the feel of his lips, which are unexpectedly soft. The faint taste of vanilla from his lips intertwines with your senses, sending a wave of warmth through you.

You kiss him again, more boldly this time. A tense moment passes with no response. The thought that he might not reciprocate sends a flicker of panic through you. Is he seriously not gonna kiss you back?

That would be humiliating.

Trying not to let the thought get at you, you gently bite his lower lip, a silent plea for him to awaken.

Luckily, that's when Jimin springs to life.

His hands, which had been hovering uncertainly, now pull you into an embrace. One arm wraps firmly around your waist, nearly lifting you off your feet, while his other hand cradles your cheek, his thumb tenderly stroking the sensitive skin behind your ear. You feel the initial stiffness in his body give way to a growing ease under your touch.

Jimin's movements become more assured as he pulls your body closer, bending down to meet your lips more fully. The sweet flavor of his lips becomes more pronounced, inviting you to explore further as his lips move against yours with a growing sense of urgency.. You respond, tilting your head, and he hesitates only a moment before parting his lips slightly, seeking a deeper connection. His tongue tentatively explores yours, each stroke sending shivers down your spine.

You're acutely aware of every point where your bodies meet, the heat of his touch, the firmness of his grasp. His hand moves from your cheek, fingers weaving into your hair, drawing you impossibly closer. There's an unspoken hunger in the way he kisses you, a yearning that echoes your own. The natural rhythm of your mouths moving together surprises you; there's no awkwardness like you'd expect.

A low groan escapes Jimin's lips when you pull at his hair, needing to feel him even closer. The sound, raw and laden with desire, makes you smirk against his lips.

Sensing your smile, Jimin's grip on you tightens, his hand on your lower back pressing you closer. He tugs at your bottom lip, a move that almost draws a moan from you. But the growing intensity alarms you, and suddenly, you're aware of how far this has gone.

Your eyes snap open, and with a rush of awareness you pull away, breaking the kiss and the spellbinding moment.

Your cheeks are undeniably flushed, a testament to the whirlwind of emotions you just experienced. As the rush of adrenaline fades, the reality of the room around you begins to sink in.

You're not ready to face the array of surprised, maybe even shocked faces, especially as your chest still heaves from the intensity of the kiss. It takes a moment for the realization to dawn on you; despite the dare, this was the best kiss you've ever had.

And it was with your best friend.

Fuck.

The urge to run away is overwhelming, but fleeing would undermine the you just tried to prove. With uncertainty clouding your thoughts, you lift your head, seeking solace in Jimin's eyes.

There he is, your best friend, offering you a smile of encouragement. It's his way of comforting you, of urging you not to back down. His expression is soft, yet you know him too well. Behind that calm facade, he's just as disoriented as you, a certain stiffness in his posture betraying his own whirlwind of thoughts. You can't discern what he's contemplating, and you decide it's best not to dwell on it for now. Overthinking will only add to the awkwardness.

Summoning fake confidence to match your pre-kiss attitude, you force a smug look onto your face. Stepping away from the security of Jimin's embrace, you turn to find the man who dared you. His gaze, initially distant, quickly refocuses on you.

"Dare, I'll go with the dare," you state, even though it's de facto by now. He doesn't speak, only nods in acknowledgment.

"Well, that was... interesting." Jin comments next to you with an audible sigh.

You haven't looked back at Jimin since, but when you feel his hand gently resting on the curve of your waist again, you can't help but smile.

↞ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 || 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ↠

OKAY JIMINIE LET'S GO

No Limit || Chapter 01

it all started with a dare; beyond that, there was no limit

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - jimin x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - best friends to lovers au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every wednesday

"Please... plea," you gasp, laughter bubbling uncontrollably as you try to shield your sides. "Stop!" It comes out half-laugh, half-whine, but he's relentless.

"Will you do it again?" he asks, a tease in his tone, while you're still caught in a storm of giggles, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Yes," you admit, truth coloring your words. Because you, in fact, would do it again without a second thought.

"Yes?" he echoes, his fingers now a whirlwind of tickles that send you into another round of hysterical laughter. You wriggle and kick in the air, trying to escape, but you don't succeed. He has you trapped between his bed and body, with barely any space for you to move.

You've always known the consequences, but making memes out of Jimin's post-sleeping face has been your favorite hobby for a ridiculously long time now. It is worth the risk. Every. Time.

He attacks again, and you're sure all of his neighbors can hear you, probably on the verge of calling the police on you for being this loud this late.

It's well past 3 AM, and you're here for the night. Jimin had dozed off earlier, and when he was least expecting it, you captured that perfect, goofy post-nap face from your spot in the kitchen.

Jimin was never supposed to see it. Proud of your editing skills, you sent it to Jin, and that snitch sent it to the group chat, with a following text, of course...

𝐘/𝐧'𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧🥵

𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠...

The moment he sent that message, Jimin sprang up from his couch so fast, you barely had time to think about hiding or even getting out of his apartment.

You tried running around his house to escape, but he caught up with you pretty quickly. It was way easier for him to move around, while you kept getting lost and bumping into things. Even with your glasses, you couldn't tell a door from a wall, so you'd either try opening a wall or lean on a door, ending up on Jimin's floor.

When you sneaked into his bedroom, thinking he wouldn't find you there, he was already waiting. It seemed like getting caught was just meant to be.

He began a war of tickling, with you the constant loser, as usual.

"Are you sorry?" he asks, trying to sound serious but you can barely answer between your laughs and attempts to catch your breath. You just managed to scream out a plea.

"Please," you say again, but he is having none of it.

"Chimchim..." you try one last time, hoping his nickname will soften him, break him even.

He pauses for a moment, his hands still on your hips, but you know he isn't done yet.

"Don't play dirty," he warns, and you feel another round of tickles coming. Quickly, you try to wiggle your feet, looking for some space to escape.

"Wait," you blurt out, desperate for a way out of this tickle attack.

"What?" he asks, curious about what you might say next.

"Let's talk," you suggest, your voice steady but your heart racing. Jimin arches an eyebrow, suspicion etched across his face. He's on to you; he always has been. It's like he has a sixth sense when it comes to you, perhaps from knowing you since you were kids or just understanding you more deeply than anyone else.

Because Jimin sees you... for you.

"Y/n... if you even think about leaving—" he starts, but you interrupt him, sitting up on his bed, trying to steady your breathing.

"I'm sorry," you say, and the sincerity in your voice surprises even you. You reach for a half-empty glass of water on his nightstand, taking a sip to calm your nerves.

"Are you, though?" Jimin's skepticism is clear. He crosses his arms and sits across from you, his gaze piercing as if trying to read your mind.

"I am," you respond quickly, meeting his gaze.

You were never meant to see it anyway, you mutter to yourself under your breath, but, of course, he doesn't miss a thing.

"Y/n!" he warns, and you instinctively shift, raising your hands defensively, half-joking, half-serious.

"Back off," you challenge, and Jimin squints, a mock-serious warning in his eyes.

"You are seriously something else," he sighs.

"Well, try staying awake next time!" you shoot back. "What did you expect me to do?"

"Not take my pictures?" he counters, his tone filled with mock disbelief.

"Not happening," you reply with a grin, noticing the resignation in his eyes.

"Go to sleep, y/n," he says, changing the subject. Despite his feigned annoyance, there's a hint of a smile on his lips. You chuckle, ignoring his warning look and flash him your brightest smile.

Growing up, you slept countless times on the same bed. But things slightly changed when he moved for studies. With him getting his own apartment during that time, and you beginning to notice how his figure changed with every year, you started opting for the couch. It was an unspoken agreement, a boundary to keep your friendship as it is. Just a friendship.

With your teen hormones raging at 18 and him leading a very intense life during his university years at 23, it was better to maintain this distance. For the past six years, it has worked just fine, him and now, you, with your own apartment as well, go back and forth, sleeping on each other's sofa.

Being family friends complicates everything. If something more than friendship ever sparked between you and Jimin and then fizzled out, things could get very messy. Christmas dinners, vacations, those shared moments in the apartment with both your families – it would just be too weird. And deep down, you both know it.

Your parents have been friends for ages. So close, in fact, that they bought a shared mansion on Jeju Island a few years ago. A getaway spot for both families to unwind.

The thought of going there after something like... kissing Jimin? Ew.

That idea alone makes you cringe. How could you face him or his parents after that?

"What are you thinking?" Jimin's voice cuts through your thoughts, pulling you back to reality.

"Hm?" You blink, refocusing on him. "Nothing," you reply, a bit too quickly. You've never broached this topic with Jimin, but you're pretty sure he feels the same way.

Sure, he's handsome. You're not blind.

And when he started working out, getting more toned each time you saw him, it was hard not to notice. Especially when you saw him shirtless that one time. That's when you knew the couch was the safer option. It wasn't worth the risk, not when you were so young and unsure.

Luckily, finding a boyfriend at that time helped bury any curious thoughts you might have had about Jimin.

Also, not seeing him shirtless again played its part too.

"You seem... terrified?" Jimin notes, an eyebrow raised in question.

"What? No, I'm fine," you say, brushing off his observation. You're not ready to dive into that conversation.

"Alright..." he replies, sounding somewhat unconvinced but doesn't press on.

"Goodnight," you say, hopping out of bed. As usual, you leave a quick kiss on his cheek and head to the living room.

Settling onto the sofa, you pull the blanket over yourself, a strange feeling washing over you. For the first time, that simple kiss on Jimin's cheek made you feel shy, an unfamiliar sensation that you decide to ignore for now...

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"I'm telling you, he got lip fillers!" you insist with a mix of amusement and conviction, grabbing a bowl of chips and placing it on your lap, claiming it as your own.

"I KNOW RIGHT? I've been saying the same thing to Hobi, but he just won't believe me," Namjoon chimes in, his eyes twinkling with the familiar gleam of someone who loves a good piece of gossip.

Chatting with Namjoon and Jin about such trivial matters always feels liberating. Unlike the stiff and politically correct attitudes you often find yourself in, with them you can let your guard down and just be yourself.

With people you don't know, you tend to be less talkative. Always expressing your opinion and beliefs, but in a more... polished version.

"What are you two talking about?" Yoongi interrupts, settling next to Namjoon with a beer in hand. You and Namjoon exchange a knowing look. "Nothing, hyung," Namjoon quickly deflects, and you nod in agreement. It's not that you're keeping secrets from Yoongi, but he has a way of making you feel guilty about indulging in harmless gossip.

Yoongi is the kind of person everyone trusts implicitly. He's the vault of secrets, impervious to any form of persuasion to spill them. You and Namjoon often joke that he must hold the most tantalizing tales, yet his lips are forever sealed.

Realizing the topic isn't his favorite, Yoongi shakes his head. "I don't wanna know," he dismisses, taking a sip of his beer.

Suddenly, Namjoon declares, "I'm hungry," giving you a pointed look that clearly says you're his go-to solution. When you don't immediately respond, he gives you a dramatic once-over, his expression exaggeratedly judgmental.

"What?" you ask, playing dumb.

"I said I'm hungry," he repeats, the hint unmistakable this time.

"Okay," you draw out, not budging from your comfortable spot.

"Please make me a sandwich," Namjoon pleads.

"Joon!" you protest, but it's half-hearted. Despite yourself, you can't help but give in to his puppy-dog eyes. Sighing, you get up, leaving your prized chips behind.

So what if you are at his house? It's possible you've been in his kitchen more than him. The fact that he lives across from you doesn't help either. Because there are evenings when he just rings your bell and comes back to his place just so you can follow him and cook to eat together.

Well, it's either that, or he'll starve. The man can't even boil noodles.

"Where are you going?" Jimin's voice comes from behind, startling you. You hadn't noticed him following.

"God, Chimchim, ever heard of walking quietly?" you half-scold, half-laugh, and he chuckles, an infectious sound that eases your surprise.

"Sorry," he grins, still chuckling, as you try to calm your racing heart.

"Kitchen," you respond to his earlier question, walking down the corridor with a purpose.

"What are you making?" Jimin inquires, falling into step beside you.

"A sandwich..." you answer, a hint of hesitation in your voice, already guessing his next move.

"You mean two, right?" His grin widens, eyes crinkling in that familiar way that always makes you soften.

"One. For Joon," you clarify, trying to sound firm.

He gives you the 'pretty please' look, and you pause, knowing resistance is futile. "Fine," you concede, and he claps his hands in victory.

As you head to the kitchen, Jimin plants a quick kiss on your cheek and turns back to the living room, leaving you calling out a sarcastic 'You're welcome!' down the hallway.

Moments later, returning with the sandwiches, you offer one plate to Namjoon, who looks at you with puppy eyes. It's his way of expressing gratitude. He was never good with words anyway. Your seat is now taken by a new face, a woman you see for the first time.

Shrugging it off, you sit next to Jimin, handing him his plate. The room has filled up in your brief absence – Namjoon's friends and colleagues mingling around. You decide not to bother with names; there are too many faces to remember anyway.

Leaning towards Jimin, you whisper, "What did I miss?"

"Truth or dare. We're all about mature games here as you can see," he replies nonchalantly, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

You roll your eyes. "Seriously? What are we, in high school?" Your voice is low, tinged with amusement. You rest your head on his shoulder, the only support available on the crowded couch.

Jimin casually drapes an arm around your waist, continuing to eat with his free hand. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a girl with blonde hair glancing at you both, a questioning look on her face.

"Are they together?" she whispers to a man next to her, not realizing you can hear.

You sigh internally. It's the same old story – a guy and a girl can't just be friends, can they? In your head, you scoff at the notion.

If Jimin was your boyfriend, why would you sit next to him?

You have his lap to do so.

You roll your eyes and subtly shift away from Jimin's embrace, giving a slight cough to catch the attention of the curious woman. Jimin turns towards you, his eyes filled with a silent question about your sudden movement. You offer him a reassuring smile, straightening up to clear any lingering doubts about your relationship. It's exhausting, constantly having to clarify that you're just friends, and no, you're not hooking up from time to time, nor have you thought of each other sexually.

"Y/n?" a man calls out from across the room. You don't recognize him, but his face rings a bell from a past gathering.

"Yes?" you respond, turning towards him.

"Truth or dare?" he asks, a tipsy grin spreading across his face.

"Oh, I'm not playing," you reply firmly, surprised as a wave of murmurs sweeps through the room.

"What?" Your confusion is evident as you scan the room, taken aback by their collective reaction.

"Everyone's playing," someone chimes in, encouraging you to join.

"Nah, I'll pass. Ask someone else," you say, hoping to divert the attention away.

"She doesn't seem like much fun anyway," the blonde beside you mutters under her breath, attempting to start a confrontation that wasn't even there.

"Excuse me?" Your tone sharpens as you turn to face her fully, ready to confront her comment.

"Nothing," she dismisses with a giggle, as if she's made her point.

Feeling your irritation rise, Jimin's hand finds your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze, a silent message to stay calm.

Ignoring both the blonde's provocation and Jimin's comforting gesture, you fix your gaze on the man who first called out to you.

"Dare," you declare confidently, a sense of defiance in your voice as you wait for his challenge.

Before he can respond, the man next to the blonde speaks up. "I've got one for her," he says, seizing the opportunity.

You nod, indifferent to who poses the dare.

"Kiss Jimin," he announces, and the room, previously buzzing with murmurs, falls silent.

Feeling Jimin's hand drop away from your thigh, you're left frozen, your eyes locked on the empty spot where his hand was.

𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 || 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ↠

JIMINSHI

let's gooo

No Limint || Jimin FF

it all started with a dare; beyond that, there was no limit

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - jimin x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - best friends to lovers au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every wednesday

List of Chapters

↠ Chapter 01 ↠ Chapter 02 ↠ Chapter 03 ↠ Chapter 04 ↠ Chapter 05

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"now you need a new door too". more like: you owe me a new door sir 😑

that ending tho 😀 like sir- you don't have to put me down. i mean if you want to... but really you don't HAVE to

side note: she's better than me cause i'd be following yoongi like a puppy in a second, without hesitation, i'd be right behind him, take me wherever you want sir.

Safely Yours || Chapter 02

when a bodyguard enters your life by your father's orders, you have no choice but to learn to live with him

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - yoongi x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - bodyguard au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every tuesday

Realization hits you and you gasp, lowering the cup, coughing from the unexpected heat in your throat.

"Whiskey? It's 10 in the morning!"

"It'll loosen you up," Yoongi comments offhandedly, not bothering to look at you as he casually takes a seat on a bench next to a vending machine brimming with snacks and drinks.

After a moment of silence, his voice, louder than necessary for just the two of you, breaks the quiet. "We should get going." The rest of the people, scattered around on their breaks, are too far away to eavesdrop on your exchange.

"Go where?" The question slips out before you can contemplate his intentions.

All you know is that you need to be back at your office, enveloped in the solitude that allows you to think and work without interruption.

"I need to pick up new alarms for your office," Yoongi explains, rising to his feet. His gaze finally meets yours, carrying a weight of determination. "And since I have to be with you all the time..." He lets the words hang in the air for a moment. "You're coming with me." He strides off, leaving you in a moment of stunned silence.

Almost involuntarily, your feet begin to move, quickening to match his pace. It strikes you how this must look to an onlooker – as if you're willingly following his lead, a notion that grates on your independence.

What are you doing, y/n?

A sense of self-assertion washes over you. You're the one in command here, not Yoongi. You've never been one to meekly trail behind anyone.

You halt, taking a moment to smooth out your pants and regain your composure. Your stance becomes more assertive, a physical manifestation of your inner resolve.

As Yoongi waits by the elevator, you deliberately bypass him, your strides confident and purposeful. He clearly doesn't grasp your aversion to enclosed spaces, but you're not about to explain.

With each step towards the stairs, you feel a growing sense of empowerment. This is your domain, your rules. The sound of Yoongi's footsteps following on the stairs is unexpected but doesn't falter your determination.

You give Jungkook, stationed at his desk, a brief nod as you pass by, feeling a surge of appreciation for his presence. Then, with a renewed sense of purpose, you enter your office.

Settling into your chair, you press the power button on your PC, a familiar and comforting ritual. The hum of the machine booting up fills the room, a signal that you're finally ready to start your day, on your terms.

Just when you thought you could finally focus on your work, Yoongi bursts into your office without so much as a knock. The sudden intrusion startles you, but you try not to show it.

"What are you doing?" His voice sounds more puzzled than upset.

"Working?" Your response is tinged with a hint of sarcasm. It seems obvious to you, sitting there with your computer on and documents spread out.

"We have to go," Yoongi states, planting himself firmly by the door, his tall frame almost filling the space.

"We? I never agreed to that," you push back. The last thing you want is to be bossed around by the very person who's supposed to be guarding you. The very idea feels ridiculous.

It's where you draw the line.

"You didn't understand me," Yoongi clarifies, shutting the door with a decisive click. He strides towards your desk with big, confident steps, stopping just a few feet away. His towering presence is intimidating, but you refuse to be cowed.

"You are coming with me," he announces, gesturing towards the door. "It's not a question."

Despite his imposing stance, you find his overconfidence almost amusing. You lean back in your chair, arms folded across your chest, and raise an eyebrow, unimpressed.

"Says who?" you challenge, your tone laced with skepticism. Yoongi lets out a scoff, but you notice a flicker of annoyance cross his face as he takes a seat across from you.

"Look, we'll either do this" he begins, pointing back and forth between the two of you, "the right way. Or I have no problem dragging you down four floors if I have to."

Not puzzled, you speak again. "And what's the right way?"

"My way."

"I don't think that's valid since I'm the one paying you."

Yoongi clicks his tongue and slightly shakes his head, a small gesture that speaks volumes of his mocking and self-assured attitude.

"That's where you're mistaken. Your father pays me, not you."

"Why don't you go protect him then?" you suggest with a wide smile, batting your eyelashes and resting your chin on your hands.

Yoongi doesn't take the bait, maintaining his serious demeanor. "Come on," he urges, his voice softer, showing a hint of emotion for the first time.

But you're not that easy to break.

"You can go. I'm safe right here," you assert confidently.

It's a bizarre situation, and for a moment, you wonder how your life has taken such a strange turn. Here you are, at 33, debating with a bodyguard in the middle of your office. It's almost comical, and yet, there's an undeniable thrill in the unexpectedness of it all. Yoongi's presence, while frustrating, has injected a dose of unpredictability into your otherwise routine life.

You now have a bodyguard – an idea so surreal it almost makes you laugh.

With a mental note to share this wild story with Hobi later, you refocus on Yoongi. He's an enigma, a challenge you hadn't anticipated, but one you're now facing head-on.

His growing frustration is clear from the frown on his face, but you're finding amusement in the situation. In your dictionary, fun often means making others miserably. In this case, Yoongi.

"I'm giving you one final warning, I won't repeat myself," Yoongi says, his voice losing any friendliness. "Walk to the car on your own, or I'll carry you there."

Back to his serious self already?

He walks towards the door, his parting words firm. "You have five minutes, y/n. If you're not down by then, I'll come back."

You doubt he means it. Surely, he can't just override your authority here, can he? Even your father wouldn't let him get away with something like that.

You quickly text Hobi.

You won't believe what's happening today

And set your phone aside.

Ignoring the voice in your head urging you to follow Yoongi, you pretend to work. But then, a notification startles you. It's an unknown number, but the message's context is clear. It's him.

2 minutes y/n.

He's dropped the last name formality fast, faster than you'd expected. Him using your first name feels even more commanding than before.

Have a good time

You reply teasingly, but then, just to be sure, hurry to lock your office door. "If anyone asks, I went home," you tell Jungkook, quickly rolling down the blinds.

Hiding in your office feels weird, but here you are, pretending the space is empty.

"Where's y/n?" Yoongi's voice reaches you through the door. Part of you wants to laugh, part of you wants to hide even more.

You're confident he can't enter, but something tells you he might find a way if he really wants to.

Maybe he'll give up? You hope so.

A fleeting thought crosses your mind – perhaps escaping to your home and working from there would have been a better strategy. Yoongi wouldn't be able to find you as quickly there. Sure, he might know the address, but he doesn't know the hidden corners and secret spaces like you do. The idea of outmaneuvering him in your own territory brings a slight smirk to your lips.

"She left for home," Jungkook's voice breaks through your thoughts. Ke's your guardian angel in this chaos, and you make a mental note to reward his loyalty.

The sound of Yoongi wrestling with the door handle echoes through your office. His persistent questioning about the lock sends a ripple of annoyance through you.

But then, a sudden, thunderous crash reverberates against the walls, jolting you from your thoughts. The entire glass wall trembles, a testament to the force behind the impact.

What in the world is he doing?

Another push, louder and more forceful, follows. Your heart pounds against your ribcage. Is he actually trying to break down the door? The audacity of the man!

On his third attempt, the inevitable happens. Your once lavish and undoubtedly expensive door succumbs to his brute strength, crashing to the ground with a deafening thud. Yoongi stands amidst the wreckage, nonchalantly adjusting his arm as if he's just brushed off a minor inconvenience.

How is it possible for him to show no signs of pain? What is he made of?

"You need a new door now too," Yoongi states, his voice laced with an unmistakable note of satisfaction. The smugness in his tone sends a surge of frustration through you.

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"No...no, not that one... Not that either..." Yoongi's dismissive comments echo through the aisles of yet another security store in the mall. For the last 40 minutes, you've trailed behind him like a shadow, watching him criticize every alarm system in sight.

Too quiet, too slow, or just not right – nothing pleases him.

To your surprise, there seems to be no end to stores selling security gadgets. By the time you enter the fifth store, you're fighting the urge to throw yourself on the floor in a childish tantrum, overwhelmed by boredom and frustration.

But Yoongi left you no choice. You had to leave your office in a hurry, without any explanation for the repair crew fixing your door. How could you explain that your father's hired bodyguard decided to make a statement by demolishing it?

You were utterly embarrassed.

"Can you please just pick one?" The whine in your voice grows with each syllable, mirroring your escalating irritation.

"Keep quiet. I need to find a good one," Yoongi retorts sharply, oblivious or indifferent to your annoyance.

You throw him a defiant look. "I'll leave," you declare, though the warning in his eyes suggests he won't let you off that easily.

As the store owner, looking equally weary, presents another model of alarm, you can't help but wonder when the world of security technology became this complicated. Each new gadget seems more complex than the last, and Yoongi's meticulous scrutiny of each one only adds to the tedium.

You'll find a way to even the score with Yoongi for dragging you through this seemingly endless ordeal. Whatever payback plan you'll manage, it will be proportionate to the endless minutes you've endured in these stores. Your revenge is well deserved...

Feeling utterly drained, you let out a heavy sigh and let your shoulders droop. "I'll wait outside," you announce, half-expecting Yoongi to object. With slow, dragging steps, you head towards the entrance of the store, the weight of the day's events bearing down on you.

After ten minutes, Yoongi approaches you, his hands still empty. Your heart sinks as you realize this means yet another store visit. "Are you doing this on purpose?" you ask, your voice pitching higher with incredulity.

"There's only one store left her-"

"Thank God," you interject, relieved, but he gives you a look that suggests you should be more appreciative of his thoroughness.

"If I don't find one there, there's another mall nearby," he adds.

Your face contorts in horror. Another mall? No, you can't endure this any longer.

Seizing the moment, you make a stealthy move to slip away, your mind already picturing the comfort of your home, a quiet evening far from this chaos. As you tiptoe toward the escalator, your stomach reminds you of its emptiness, growling in protest. The day's whirlwind of events, from the morning's rush to this absurd mall adventure, has left you starving and running on coffee.

Just as you're about to step onto the escalator, feeling a sense of victory, your world suddenly turns upside down. Yoongi's arm, strong and unyielding, encircles your waist, and in one fluid motion, he lifts you off your feet. You find yourself suspended in the air, your body draped over his shoulder in a disorienting and undignified position.

Panic and surprise mingle as you instinctively kick and squirm, your protests loud and clear. "Put me down!" you yell, your voice echoing through the mall. Yoongi, however, remains as stoic as a statue, unaffected by your struggles.

"Stop yelling," he commands, his tone even and unbothered.

You try to get a look at his face, but your hair falls forward, obscuring your vision. "Then let me go!" you demand, feeling a mix of indignation and helplessness.

He doesn't respond but continues walking, his stride confident and unbroken. You feel the gaze of passersby on you, their curiosity piqued by the unusual scene. Then, unexpectedly, Yoongi's hand lightly smacks your thigh, a startling action that silences you momentarily.

Did you just... like that?

The thought crosses your mind, but you quickly dismiss it, trying to refocus. As he exhales, the warm breath brushes against the sensitive skin of your hip, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.

"I warned you y/n. I won't repeat myself."

↞ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 || 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ↠

hey, you missed a warning. you should add "yoongi in a black turtleneck"

oh i'm absolutely loving this

Safely Yours || Chapter 01

when a bodyguard enters your life by your father's orders, you have no choice but to learn to live with him

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - yoongi x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - bodyguard au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every tuesday

"You have to be kidding me," you mutter, cursing your luck as you halt on the sidewalk.

Digging through your seemingly bottomless bag for a tissue, you finally find one, all while juggling your spilled coffee in the other hand. A real test of nerves, and it's only early morning.

Today's start is far from ideal. The alarm, unheard, led to your oversleeping but, luckily your housekeeper checked in about breakfast, nudging you awake.

The delay meant you skipped breakfast, and you are always in a bad mood when hungry. Add your coffee addiction to that, and you become a perfect, nerve-wracking walking ball. You wet the tissue with a bit of water, placing your coffee on a bench next to you, and pat the fabric of your beige shirt to remove the stain.

Pointless.

The stain has firmly set near the top button of your blouse.

Deep breaths, y/n. It's already Friday. Just one day. Endure hell today, and you'll be home free by evening.

You offer a nod to the security guard by your company's entrance and enter as he holds the door. The company, technically your father's, largely falls under your management now, what with his frequent trips and new fiancée. Having a mother-in-law only two years older than you certainly feels... wrong.

But if your father isn't wise enough to understand that, despite your endless conversations about the subject, then there's nothing you can do. You fought with him, you stopped talking to him, and he still chooses to have such a disturbing age gap. Eventually, you gave up and now just ignore him and his life choices.

As long as the company is safe and isn't threatened by unwelcomed interests, there's no point in fighting anymore. You are too tired and have your own problems.

Greeting the receptionist, you opt for the stairs to your fourth-floor office. Heels clicking rhythmically, you climb, preferring this exertion over the claustrophobia-inducing elevator. The mere thought of being trapped in such a confined space sends a shiver down your spine.

Shaking off these thoughts, you take the first step.

After a few minutes, you reach your office's hall. Your secretary, already at his desk, greets you with a warm smile. He feels like a brother figure, a role unfamiliar to you since you are an only child.

Jungkook works for two years now, but he already knows the company inside out. He's always been there to help, and you often find yourself asking for his advice.

"Good morning," he says in a kind way and, despite your lingering irritability, a half-hearted smile forms on your lips - the best you can manage today.

"Bad start?" Jungkook asks as he follows you into your office, but you stop suddenly at the door, almost making him bump into you.

"Who's that?" Your eyes fix on a man standing by the window wall, his hands casually in his pockets, seemingly oblivious to your entrance.

Jungkook doesn't answer right away. His silence is uncharacteristic, and you sense something is off. Turning to him, you notice he's not looking at you, his gaze fixed on the folder in his arms.

"JK?" you ask again.

"Your father sent him," he says quietly, almost like he's talking to himself. A wave of panic washes over you, but you suppress it, taking a deep breath.

Looks like today is going to be a tough one.

"Hello," you call out to get the man's attention, and walk to your desk. Jungkook comes with you.

In those brief moments, you get a clearer view of the man. His back is to you, yet his posture speaks volumes. He sports a black turtleneck, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, complemented by a sleek black watch.

He turns to look at you, and if you were a cartoon, your jaw would have dropped to the floor. You manage only to freeze in place. Yet your reaction doesn't do justice to this man's striking appearance.

He's very handsome, with wavy black hair stopping just above his ears and dark brown eyes that stand out against his light skin. The square, black glasses give him a sophisticated look and you conclude that it is his intention.

"Hello, miss y/l/n," he says, and something about the way he says it makes you want to frown.

Regaining your composure, you continue to your desk. The man has already seated himself, a presumption that rankles you. His manner of speaking is cold and formal, yet his actions display an authority he doesn't have here. Normally, visitors wait for the host to sit during a meeting - a basic courtesy seemingly lost on him.

And let's not even start on how you don't know why he is here or why your father sent him.

"How can I help you?" you ask, settling into your chair. It's apparent he has no intention of standing any time soon.

Rather than responding, he looks at Jungkook, as if his presence is an impediment.

"You can speak," you tell him, trying to be encouraging.

"I'd rather not," he replies, folding his hands and fixing his gaze on an indistinct point in the room, effectively shutting down the conversation.

Of course, today of all days, you have to deal with people who are just tiring.

You cough and wave Jungkook off, a look of plea on your face for some mental support to handle this man. He gives a small chuckle and leaves the files he's holding on your desk, then exits the room.

"I'm listening," you say after the door shuts behind her.

"How can I help you?" you ask again, and he finally meets your gaze, sitting up more in his chair.

"Me? What do you mean?" he responds, looking confused. Out of all the possible reactions you'd expect from him, confusion is not one.

If he doesn't know why he's here, how are you supposed to know?

"Ah, wait a minute," the man says, pausing you before you can speak. "Do you know who I am?" he asks.

This catches you off guard. You're sure it's your first time meeting him. You rarely forget faces, and his is one you're certain you'd never forget.

Shaking your head, you show your confusion.

"Really?" he asks, sounding surprised.

"Yes," you say firmly, as he seems not to believe you.

"I am your new bodyguard."

Say what now?

You blink several times, trying to make sense of his words.

This has to be a joke, maybe a prank by one of your friends, because why would you need a bodyguard?

"Why? Did I have an old one too?" you joke, trying to lighten the mood, but he doesn't laugh. Your chuckle echoes in the silent room.

Without humor, too, noted.

"I am not joking, miss y/l/n," he says sternly. His serious tone is sharper than ever.

Now you feel uncomfortable and lean back in your chair. It seems like it's not a prank after all.

"Then explain yourself. I didn't hire a bodyguard," you say, getting down to business. He's here for 'miss y/l/n', so let him meet her.

He asked for it!

"You didn't," he begins, and just as you're about to cut him off, stuffing his face with 'I told you so', he adds, "Your father did."

You can't help but laugh at this.

His gaze stays fixed on you, if he is surprised by your reaction, he doesn't show it.

"Miss y/l/n," he says, bringing you back from your laughter. He's not amused. At all.

Man, he really is no fun. Damn.

"I'm sorry," you apologize, not really meaning it, and wipe away a tear from laughing.

"Your father hired me last week," he continues, as if that explains everything.

Hold on.

"One moment," you say. "You really are a bodyguard?" Disbelief fills your voice, but he just nods.

"And my father hired you?" Another nod.

"For me?" And another.

You open your mouth to say more but find yourself speechless.

"Now that you've grasped the situation, can I continue?" he asks, oblivious to your growing frustration and distress.

Could your father really do this without asking? He knows how much you value your independence. He couldn't possibly violate it like that. Right?

No, it can't be. Right?

"There must be some mistake," you explain, trying to make sense of this ridiculous situation. But the man doesn't seem to agree.

"Sir Peter hired me last week," he repeats. And fuck, that is your father.

Panic begins to seep in; the room feels like it's shrinking, closing in on you. The walls inching closer with each breath you take.

You close your eyes and clutch your chest, focusing on steadying your breathing. Over time, you've become adept at managing these minor bouts of panic, often preventing them from escalating into full-blown attacks. The coping strategies your therapist taught you come in handy, making these moments slightly more tolerable.

"Are you okay?" the man inquires, causing you to snap back to reality. You abruptly stand up, your decision clear: head straight to your father's office.

Checking your calendar earlier, you know he's in today. This confusion has to be sorted out now.

As you stride forward, you sense the man trailing behind you, but you don't slow down – if he wants to keep up, he'll have to hustle. Soon enough, he's matching your pace. At the elevator, he pauses, but you don't.

"Where are you going?" he asks, reaching for the elevator button.

"Taking the stairs," you reply curtly, not breaking your stride.

You don't expect him to join you on the three-flight climb, and he doesn't disappoint, opting for the elevator instead. Yet, when you reach the seventh floor, he's there waiting, a mild surprise you choose not to show.

Both of you stay silent as you lead the way into your father's office, not bothering to knock.

"What are you doing?" your father's voice rises in surprise, softening as he recognizes you. "Y/n?" He starts to stand, perhaps for a hug, but you signal him to sit back down.

You settle on his large couch, while the man, still unnamed to you, stands stiffly by your side, hands behind his back. With a simple nod, he greets your father.

"What is happening?" your father queries, adding to your growing irritation with all these questions everyone asks today.

"You tell me," you respond, your voice edged with impatience.

"I don't understand," he replies, either genuinely clueless or trying to drive you mad. There's no other explanation.

"Who's this?" you demand, gesturing towards the man at your side while deliberately avoiding his gaze. His proximity feels suffocating.

"That's Yoongi," your father answers nonchalantly, and you might really go crazy.

Are you missing something here?

"Your bodyguard," he adds, peering at you briefly through his glasses, a smile playing on his lips that only irks you more.

"I don't need a bodyguard," you assert firmly, though no one seems to ask or care about your opinion.

"Let me decide that, okay?" he counters, his voice laced with an underlying firmness that hides threats and warnings.

"I'm an independent and capable woman. I don't need a bodyguard," you reiterate, standing your ground.

The sharp click of your father's pen against his desk momentarily startles you, but you quickly regain your composure.

You are not that little girl anymore, y/n. You can fight for yourself.

"And I say you need one," your father insists, his tone firm.

"Father!" you raise your voice, unable to contain your frustration.

"Don't yell!" he snaps back. Ironically enough, at a higher volume himself.

That's how it has always been in your house. To be heard, you have to scream, losing every right to your mind and self.

No wonder you prefer environments where you're in control of the noise – music, TV shows, anything that you can adjust to your... sensitivities.

"You're getting a bodyguard. Why are you acting so spoiled all of a sudden?" he questions.

His words shouldn't have hurt you; you're always the bad kid, the disappointment when you don't puppeteer to your parents' beliefs. You should've gotten used to it by now, and even though it doesn't bother you that much anymore, it still leaves a bitterness.

"I just want to know why I need one, father," you respond, more composed this time.

"Because I say so. Isn't that good enough for you?" he replies, the implication clear.

"I understand," you say, standing up, resigned to the fact that this argument is going nowhere.

"Have a good day," you add, leaving his office while he calls after you to wait. You don't.

San, that was his name, wasn't it? He tails you. As you pass a small balcony, he suddenly grabs your arm and pulls you aside without warning.

Too stunned to speak, you stand still until you regain your balance and then sharply pull away from his grip.

"What are you doing?" you ask in a hushed, urgent tone, conscious of the nearby employees.

"Wait here," he instructs, ignoring your question, and strides away.

Feeling out of place, you offer a brief, polite smile to your employees before shifting your focus back to your heels, feeling awkward.

Soon, he's back, holding a cup of what you guess is water.

"Drink," he commands, offering you the cup.

You stand firm, arms crossed. His bossiness doesn't sway you.

He rolls his eyes, the most emotion he's shown so far, and forcibly places the cup in your hand. "I said drink," he repeats, his tone more authoritative this time.

You'd resist more, but he seems crazy enough to cause a scene over a damn cup of water, and you decide it's not worth becoming a laughing stock at your own company.

You drink a big gulp of water, but wait...

It's not refreshing; it's sharp and burning.

Realization hits you and you gasp, lowering the cup, coughing from the unexpected heat in your throat.

"Whiskey? It's 10 in the morning!"

𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 || 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ↠

READY FOR THE RIDE

Safely Yours || Yoongi FF

when a bodyguard enters your life by your father's orders, you have no choice but to learn to live with him

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - yoongi x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - bodyguard au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every tuesday

List of Chapters

↠ Chapter 01 ↠ Chapter 02 ↠ Chapter 03 ↠ Chapter 04 ↠ Chapter 05

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"SUE ME THEN"

i am invested in this, can't wait for the next part ✨️

Filling for Love || Chapter 02

things don't go as planned when you ask Hoseok, your coworker, out on a date, and his best friend—and your boss—overhears your conversation

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - namjoon x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - workplace romance au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every monday

"Y/n!" Taehyung whines for what must be the millionth time in the last thirty minutes. When, well, you should be the one whining. "Will you please stay still for a moment? I'm getting dizzy over here!"

You pretend he's not there, a tactic you've employed since you rushed back from the cafeteria half an hour ago. When Taehyung saw you in that state, he followed you, terrified. You briefly explained what happened and immediately started packing your things.

Kim Namjoon humiliated you. It may have been for a valid reason, but was it necessary to call you out like that?

Resigned to the fact that you won't be working here tomorrow, you retorted that you were on your coffee break and that your love life was none of his business. Because it's not. Then, you walked away, not waiting to hear that you were fired.

Instead, once you finish packing, you plan to write your resignation letter, leave it in his office, and walk the hell out of here.

You're aware of your colleagues sneaking glances, some discreetly, others not so much, but you couldn't care less.

No one's stopping you. Not even Taehyung, who's been watching you, trying to make sense of your turbulent demeanor. He's failed so far. He's in a delirious monologue, and you're in a delirious state of action. You're not in the mood to communicate right now, and he knows it, but he still thinks it's worth a try.

He only stops talking and remains quiet when you take a seat at your desk. He watches as you grab a pen and paper, beginning to write with such force that he's sure you'll get a blister, the base of your hand turning blue, same hue as your pen, as your left hand smudges the freshly written letters.

He has an idea of what you're doing. Shaking his head, he speaks up one last time.

"Y/n, why are you doing this?"

"I won't give him the satisfaction of firing me, Tae," you respond, and you know he understands. He always does, and now is no exception. Grasping the arms of his chair, he leans forward, displaying a determination and confidence that, you know, spells trouble.

"I'll resign too then!" Taehyung declares triumphantly, and you close your eyes to avoid rolling them. His attitude is endearing, yet far from rational or effective. Not that you expected rationality from him.

"Tae," you begin softly, warmed by his attempt to handle the situation, and you admit as much.

"I know you want to support me," you say, voicing your thoughts. He's been around long enough to break down your walls and earn your trust. You're only speaking the truth.

"But if we're both jobless, how are we going to live?"

"Shit, didn't think of that," Taehyung says, scratching his head, his pouty lips and eyes looking to the side. He's considering the situation, not having thought of this possibility, and now he's torn, unsure of what to do.

But in reality, there's not much to weigh.

Eventually, he nods, and a sigh of relief washes over you. Taehyung decides to drop it for now, setting aside his rebellious thought of demonstrating his friendship in such a drastic way. You're grateful that, at least, you'll still have a roof over your head.

You will find another job, but right now, your resignation is the priority.

Sliding your chair back from your desk and standing up, you hold your future firmly in your hands, a paper that can ignite change. With a deep breath, you let a wave of adrenaline and encouragement sweep over you.

It's only when you've taken a few steps that Taehyung calls your name. When you face him, a look of wicked disbelief is spread across his face.

"So, you're becoming a stay-at-home bestie..." he declares more than asks, narrowing his eyes.

You giggle and nod your head enthusiastically but don't reply. You blow him a kiss and mouth 'wish me luck' before resuming your path.

Look at that, dreams do come true...

He has an office on every floor, but he usually prefers the one on the sixth floor, just above yours. So, you decide to stop by there first. Seeing his secretary there, you smile. Getting it right on your first try feels somewhat like an accomplishment.

You enjoy being proven right; it gives you a sense of power.

As you approach and stand in front of Jimin, your smile turns a bit sad. You like the guy, you think. He seems like a nice and fun person, and the few times you've talked, you actually enjoyed the conversations. It's a shame you won't cross paths with him again. Such is life.

You're not one to make friends easily, and this extends to work friends. You have acquaintances, but with a change of workplace, these relationships change too.

"Hello, Jimin," you announce your presence, as he seems too engrossed in his computer to notice your arrival, your addition to his scenery.

"Y/n," Jimin replies with a smile that makes his eyes disappear. "Need any help?" he asks genuinely.

You nod. "I need to speak with your boss."

Jimin frowns for a moment but doesn't question you, neither your serious demeanor nor your choice of words.

I need to speak with your boss. Your boss.

Funny. You think about how confidently you address him now, almost arrogantly, and how just an hour ago you would have peed yourself at even the mention of his name by someone else. But it doesn't matter anymore. You're not working for him; he holds no power over you. There's no need to feel restrained, afraid even.

"He's currently on a break. Let me check his availability," Jimin responds professionally, even though you aren't, and picks up the phone to make an internal call.

"Namjoon, Y/n is here. Should I let her in?"

You're surprised by the closeness Jimin seems to share with him, but then again, he has been working alongside him for years. It's natural for them to develop a sort of friendship.

You hadn't expected it, if you are being honest. Namjoon doesn't seem like someone who easily connects with people. But you don't dwell on the thought; instead, you watch as Jimin nods and hums before hanging up the phone.

"He'll see you in five minutes," Jimin informs you, suggesting you take a seat in the waiting area.

You notice his smile isn't as genuine this time. There's an awkwardness to it.

What you don't realize is how aware Namjoon is of the situation.

Even though he's free now, Namjoon deliberately doesn't accept your visit immediately. He's exerting whatever power he has, intending to make you nervous, second-guess your decision, and question whether it's the right thing to do.

The truth is, since the moment you turned from the cafeteria and started your little rebellion, he's been observing you through security cameras. 

On his phone while heading to his office via his private elevator. On his PC, the big screen, since he arrived.

He finds it amusing that you think you have a say in this. Cute, he thinks, smirking and brushing his thumb against his bottom lip. Namjoon knows about your desire to quit, he's not oblivious. He also knows that as long as it's in his hands, you'll work here.

He's determined to make sure of it.

And just because he can, just because he finds some pleasure in seeing you lose a bit of your composure, the five minutes turn into ten. Fifteen. Half an hour.

He does nothing but observe your movements, the features of your face, any change in them, any sign that you're caving in.

He has plenty of work to do, but decides it can wait. He finds watching you and anticipating the show you'll put on far more entertaining.

A grin spreads across Namjoon's face when he sees you stand up, fed up with the nonsense and informing Jimin that you're coming in. 

Instantly, he presses a button to unlock his door. Unbeknownst to you, the door was locked. You think you're taking matters into your own hands, but in reality, he's only allowing you. To come in. To hold an illusion of control.

Namjoon decides to let you speak your piece. 

As you approach his desk, you attribute the trembling in your legs to the rush of adrenaline, not to the intensity of Namjoon's gaze burning into your skin. His eyes are locked on you, not diverting anywhere else.

"How can I help you?" Namjoon asks, hoping for a neutral comment. He wants to maintain his composure, to hide how much he's enjoying this. It's been ages since anyone has even tried to challenge him. He can't remember the last time.

Your proposal for a project had already caught his attention, and the way you defended yourself in the cafeteria... it intrigued him. He hadn't intended to snap and be so rude; he can't fathom what came over him. Intimidation isn't usually his style; he's known for his composure and the superiority that emanates from him. But in that moment, he displayed emotions he didn't know he was capable of.

However, you remain unaware of this. You're oblivious to everything related to his inner thoughts and feelings.

Because this is what Namjoon wants. And he always gets what he wants. And right now, he wants you.

You... fighting your battle.

"Hello, Mr.," you maintain formalities, even though you're puzzled by his calm demeanor. You had expected him to be somewhat annoyed at having his break interrupted, which you assume is a rare and precious occasion - and it is. Yet, he doesn't seem irritated; he's impassive.

You're unsure whether this is better or worse.

He gestures for you to take a seat, but you prefer to remain standing. You want to get this over with quickly and move on with your day. 

Realise how stupid your actions were tonight, perhaps cry about them, eat ice cream until your cheeks numb, and then get over it.

You have a routine of confrontation to follow, your normality, the tranquility of it. You can't afford to waste much time now.

You've made a decision and are determined to stick to it.

There's no turning back now.

Your pride won't allow it.

"Very well," Namjoon says, observing as you stubbornly remain standing, the paper still clutched tightly in your hands.

"I'm listening," he states.

You swallow hard and take a deep breath. You're ready.

Taking two more steps, you position yourself directly in front of his desk. His gaze never leaves you, silently challenging you, testing your limits, curious to see if your confidence is genuine.

For all you understand, it could be insanity.

You're not backing down.

You repeat the mantra to yourself and place your resignation letter on his desk. "This is my two-week notice Mr., I'm quitting my job."

A heavy silence descends following your announcement. You expect some form of agreement from him, perhaps a nod, as you're saving him from paying compensation – not that he lacks the funds for it, but you assumed he would at least acknowledge your decision.

This is the first instant you've felt taken aback since making your decision. His reaction, or lack thereof, throws you off. In all the scenarios you had imagined, Namjoon remaining silent was never one of them.

You find his silence... disturbing. You don't like it. It feels like something crawling up your spine, making your hair stand on end, and you have an urge to shake it off.

So, you break the silence.

"Did you hear me?"

"No," Namjoon responds, picking up the paper you handed him, glancing at it, and then back at you. A faint smile briefly appears and vanishes so quickly you almost doubt its existence. When you blink and look at him again, it's gone. Did you imagine it?

"Oh, um, I want to qui-" you start, obviously less confident now. If it didn't work the first time, now, as your certainty begins to fade, you're not sure of your impact.

"No, you are not quitting," Namjoon states, or rather finishes his sentence. Very effectively...

"I don't accept this letter." With that, he methodically tears the paper into pieces right in front of you. Deliberately, almost ostentatiously, he tosses your desire away. He stares at you, seeming to see right through you as he does so.

For reasons beyond your understanding, you find him irritating.

Irritatingly hot.

A voice inside you argues. You roll your eyes at the thought and at the man in front of you.

"Excuse me?" you say, feeling your frustration mount. The events at the cafeteria, the waiting, and now his attitude – it's all accumulating. It's completely unacceptable.

"You heard me the first time," he says confidently, further fueling your irritation.

Oh, he is so sure of himself.

What kind of sick display of power is this?

In all the years he's been an established businessman, Namjoon has never come across as this arrogant. Yes, he has power and uses it for his own benefit, but this level of cockiness? That's new.

It's only with you that he seems to have this relentless urge to push your buttons, perhaps in the wrong way. He's intrigued by you. Doesn't know how to express it.

Yet, he's aware of the power he holds.

And he's choosing to use it.

Even if it means you might end up hating him.

He thinks it's worth the risk. Even that outcome is a win for him. He's getting what he wants. He's keeping you close.

"You can't do that." He notices that you've dropped the formal 'Mr'.

Good, he hates the sound of it coming from your mouth.

No longer addressing him with any semblance of respect, he can't blame you, really. Frankly, he's surprised you haven't resorted to outright name-calling by now.

"Of course I can," Namjoon replies with a cocky tone, and you snort in response. A sarcastic smile plays on your face, clearly indicating your displeasure with the situation. The furrow in your brows confirms it, and the small nerve trembling on your temple solidifies it.

"It's against the law." Despite your irritation, you persist, not ready to give up.

But his next action leaves you speechless.

Because this time, it's not subtle. It's deliberate.

The way he smirks at you, looking provocatively, unabashedly, without shame or guilt. There's no mistaking it this time.

He takes his time observing you. Namjoon leans back in his chair, his legs spreading slightly, a further display of the power he possesses, how comfortable he is in his own skin.

"Sue me then."

↞ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 || 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ↠

oh i would have lost it all when he told her to look at him 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Filling for Love || Chapter 01

things don't go as planned when you ask Hoseok, your coworker, out on a date, and his best friend—and your boss—overhears your conversation

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - namjoon x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - workplace romance au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every monday

"I am telling you, there's no way he doesn't have a girlfriend." You whisper, careful not to disturb anyone. Leaning forward, you nudge your chair closer to Taehyung's desk with a gentle push of your hands.

"Why don't you just ask him out? It's not like you're gonna marry him or something." Taehyung's voice is low, his eyes peering over the rim of his coffee cup with a hint of mischief.

You bite your lip, contemplating. "Well, it would be too embarrassing afterward." You glance at Taehyung, catching his eye roll. It's evident in his expression the blend of amusement and exasperation at your hesitance.

"A date won't hurt anybody, y/n. If he's single, then what's the problem?" Taehyung challenges you, setting his cup down with a soft clink.

You sigh mainly because of your racing mind. "The fact that I have to see him every day at work?"

How can he be so chill about it?

"If he says no, I'll have to quit my job." Your words tumble out, the thought alone making your stomach twist.

Taehyung chuckles, "Gosh, you're not asking your boss out."

You pause, a smirk playing on your lips. Hell, you are. Have you seen this man? Even his own father is afraid of him.

"Yeah, I'm asking his best friend," you confess, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks.

Just the thought of asking a boy out makes you giggle. You are so awkward around them; you have even surprised yourself that you are actually considering it.

He's cute, no denying that. But you and he haven't exactly had long conversations, nor has he shown overt interest. It's Taehyung's encouragement that lingers in your mind, his words nudging you to take a chance.

"Girl, if I were a CEO and a guy asked you out, I'd make him my personal assistant to make him suffer firsthand. Not fire him. You've got to keep them close," Taehyung declares, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He wiggles his eyebrows and forms a sinister plot with his hands, his smile taking on an almost evil curve.

You playfully toss your hair, a light flick that wouldn't draw attention but felt like the only fitting response. "Boy, if you were CEO, I wouldn't be working. You know stay-at-home besties are important too."

Taehyung's laughter fills the space between you. "Would you cook me food then?" he asks, his smile stretching wider.

"Of course not," you retort, matching his grin.

"Wash the dishes?"

"Don't you know me at all?"

"Then why the hell would I need you?"

"To manage your Tinder account? Duh." Your head shakes, feigning exasperation at his lack of foresight.

Instead of giving you an answer, Taehyung flicks a paper clip in your direction, his head shaking in mock disappointment. It clinks against your desk, and you watch it getting lost between countless papers.

You can't help but laugh because you know your idea is perfect. Genius even. In the fictional world where this could happen, you'd embrace the role of a so-called stay-at-home bestie in a heartbeat.

After all, if your bestie (and roommate) is rich, then what's the point of working in the first place?

Turning back to your PC's screen, you try to refocus on the many emails that have piled up in the last hour. With a determined sigh, you dive into the digital sea of tasks and communications.

Cracking your knuckles, you brace yourself to navigate through a maze of numbers. Earnings, costs, profits, losses - it all starts to mix together after a while, but you keep at it. You've wanted this job since you started studying Economics at university. It's not the creative career you once fantasized about, but it pays well, and the paycheck is always a sweet bonus.

You landed the position here a few months back through an internship, which is how you crossed paths with Taehyung. You were worried at first that the company would be full of older folks, and it might be hard to make friends or fit in. But on your first day, you met Taehyung, who had started working there two months before you. He's also an intern, working in the tech department and studying cybersecurity.

The connection with him was instantaneous. The two of you hit it off right away and started hanging out after work and university. Then, when your previous roommate moved out last month, inviting him to take that place was a no-brainer. Living with Taehyung has been great.

He cooks, which you're not a fan of doing, and you take care of the dishes. He handles the laundry; you keep the wardrobes organized. It's a good balance, and it's been surprisingly easy and nice to live with him.

"Hey, wanna take a break? I'm out of coffee," Taehyung's voice snaps you out of your world. In an instant, your screen is off, and you're on your feet, wallet in hand.

"I was hoping you'd say that," you say with a bit of drama, and link arms with him to go to the cafeteria downstairs.

The building has two break areas, but the one on the roof is for the higher-ups. So, the two of you head to the one on the first floor, where you usually get coffee and, on good days, a bagel too.

Taehyung presses the elevator button, and soon you're going down from the fifth floor. A few other people from different departments are in the elevator with you. Four floors later, you're on the first.

As you approach Yoongi at the coffee counter, a sudden nudge from Taehyung catches you off guard. You turn to see him not-so-subtly pointing somewhere.

"What?" you whisper, confused.

"Look," he urges, his entire body angled towards his point of interest.

Scanning the area with frustration, you're still clueless until Taehyung takes matters into his own hands, quite literally, redirecting your gaze, turning your head to see.

"There. Stupid," he mutters, sounding a bit annoyed.

Finally, your eyes land on the subject of his attention. You notice it - or rather, notice him.

A wave of realization washes over you, and you're suddenly frozen in place.

Taehyung nudges you from behind, urging you forward but you resist, every muscle tensed, not ready to follow his bold plan.

"Go talk to him," he insists, his voice a mix of encouragement and challenge.

You turn towards him, whispering with wide eyes, "Are you crazy? There's no way I'm asking him out with everyone watching."

"Y/n, seriously, relax. This isn't some movie drama. Look around - nobody cares who you're talking to," Taehyung counters, sweeping his hand around the room. You glance around and, indeed, everyone seems engrossed in their own world.

Doubt creeps in. Should you just go over there? What's the worst that could happen with a simple hello?

You look at Taehyung, hoping for a lifeline, but he knows you too well. "Just say hi, for heaven's sake," he says with an eye roll, gently pushing you forward.

Left to fend for yourself as he heads towards Yoongi, you straighten up, inhale deeply, and make your way over to him, fighting the urge to retreat.

It's no big deal.

You pep talk yourself, because after all, it's not like you have a crush or something. Okay, if he says no, your ego will be a bit hurt, you admit at least that, but your heart won't get broken by any means.

Here I go, you mutter under your breath, stepping up beside him.

You turn your attention to the menu overhead, pretending to be engrossed in it, hoping to ease the awkwardness.

As you sense him turning towards you, you casually shift your gaze, feigning surprise at his presence.

"Oh, hey, Hoseok..." you manage to say, your voice laced with a mix of nervousness and feigned calm.

God, do you look like an idiot right now?

"Hi, y/n," Hoseok greets you with a warm, inviting smile, and you can't help but return it.

"How are you?" you ask, trying to sound casual.

"Good, just taking a break from the chaos," he replies with a playful tone, his hand theatrically covering his mouth as if sharing a secret. You let out a small, nervous chuckle. "How about you?"

"Same," you respond, maintaining your smile, which he acknowledges with a nod.

A brief silence falls, giving you the opening you need. "So... um," you start, hesitating.

This is harder than you thought.

"I was wondering..." Your voice trails off as you berate yourself for dragging out such a simple question.

He looks at you encouragingly, "Yes?"

Your cheeks warm slightly under his gaze.

Just say it.

"Would you like to grab some coffee someday?" The words tumble out in a rush. "Outside of work," you quickly add for clarity, hoping to dispel any confusion.

The moment his smile fades, your heart sinks. You feel an overwhelming urge to vanish, to burrow into the earth and be forever forgotten.

"Oh..." he mutters, and you discreetly pinch your arm, fighting back tears.

"Um..." Hoseok adds and with each exclamation he's just making it worse.

Please, just stop talking, you silently beg, your eyes pleading with him. You're teetering on the edge of running the hell out of here.

"I..." he stammers, clearly as uncomfortable as you are, and you mentally slap yourself for ever asking him out.

Regret washes over you in an instant. You blame yourself, and in the back of your mind, Taehyung too, for planting this crazy idea.

What were you thinking?

"It's okay, I understand," you say hurriedly, not even sure what you're understanding. You'd say anything to escape this moment.

Then you hear a cough right next to Hoseok, and your whole body freezes, your mind going blank with shock.

Only now do you notice there's been someone standing beside him the entire time and panic starts to set in.

Shit, shit, shit!

Someone else heard everything. Every single word.

This is going to be office gossip for weeks.

You think, absurdly, of fleeing the country, assuming a new identity, something inconspicuous like a tree or a rock, anything to escape this mortification. Before you can fully process your panic, the man who coughed begins turning towards you and Hoseok.

This is the end.

Overwhelmed by embarrassment and dread, you feel faint, almost wishing you could just collapse right there and then.

Instead, your eyes widen in shock, and you instinctively grasp the counter for support, trying to steady yourself.

Because right there, standing next to Hoseok and now facing you, is Namjoon - his best friend.

Namjoon, your boss.

Namjoon, the owner of this entire company.

A panicked smile forces its way onto your face as you bring a trembling hand to your lips, pinching your lower lip in an attempt to control your nerves.

"Hello, Mr.," you manage to say, voice barely above a whisper, silently pleading that he doesn't remember your name.

In that moment, your usually regretted low social profile in the company feels like a blessing. With over 4000 employees, surely Namjoon won't recall every single person... right?

But then again, he's a known genius. At just 29, he's transformed a local business into an empire, while still managing to pursue online university courses. His reputation for having a sharp mind and keen memory is well-known, adding to your dread.

He's respected and feared in equal measure. Hoseok seems to be the only person capable of being relaxed around Namjoon. You still wonder how's that possible, but that's not important right now...

"Hello, y/n," he says, his voice calm yet unreadable. His gaze locks with yours, confident and unwavering. You quickly drop your eyes to the floor, heart racing.

He knows your name. This is bad. Really bad.

It means only one thing; your luck ends today. You're convinced you're about to lose your job. There is no other possibility, so you better start preparing yourself to face the accounting department, the pile of paperwork waiting for you already feels overwhelming.

Well, it was good while it lasted. You'll starve for a while, but you can always find a new job.

That's what you get for wanting a date. And for listening to Taehyung. You'll torture him for that later, but for now, you are only thinking of how to leave the cafeteria at least with some of your pride still existing.

As you mentally prepare for the worst, Namjoon speaks again, "Correct me if I'm wrong..."

You don't dare to meet his eyes, expecting the worst.

"Look at me when I speak to you," he commands with an authoritative edge.

Reluctantly, you raise your head, meeting his intimidating gaze. The chill that runs down your spine is unlike anything you've felt before.

"Do I pay you to flirt with my employees?"

𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 || 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ↠

ON MY WAY TO READ RN

Filling for Love || Namjoon FF

things don't go as planned when you ask Hoseok, your coworker, out on a date, and his best friend—and your boss—overhears your conversation

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - namjoon x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - workplace romance au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every monday

List of Chapters

↠ Chapter 01 ↠ Chapter 02 ↠ Chapter 03 ↠ Chapter 04 ↠ Chapter 05

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absolutely excited for all of these!

My Army Shelf | Fanfics Project

Hey babes!!! How are you?

My Army Shelf is a project I dediced to start back in December when all members enlisted. It consists of seven fanfics -one for each member- with weekly updates for each one of them!

Till the boys are back, feel free to fill the void here -I try to make it a safe place for everyone.

Let's delve into the stories. ♡

Filling for Love || Namjoon FF

things don't go as planned when you ask Hoseok, your coworker, out on a date, and his best friend—and your boss—overhears your conversation ↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - namjoon x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - workplace romance au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every monday

Safely Yours || Yoongi FF

when a bodyguard enters your life by your father's orders, you have no choice but to learn to live with him

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - yoongi x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - bodyguard au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every tuesday

No Limit || Jimin FF

it all started with a dare; beyond that, there was no limit

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - jimin x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - best friends to lovers au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every wednesday

Thin Divide || Jungkook FF

when your crush—who's also your brother's best friend—returns and confesses his love for you, you try your best to avoid him only problem is; you both live in the same condo

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - jungkook x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - brother's best friend au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every thursday

Illusion of Us || Taehyung FF

a misunderstanding sparks a rumor that you and taehyung are in a relationship what you didn't expect was him asking you to keep the rumor alive

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - taehyung x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every friday

Room for Romance || Hoseok FF

you were only looking for a roommate; the love story, apparently, came with the apartment

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - hoseok x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - roommates romance au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every saturday

Paper Vows || Jin FF

you want nothing to do with your high school sweetheart returning to town things get complicated when he asks you to pretend to marry him—and you realize you still love him

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - jin x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - marriage of convenience au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every sunday

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Dearest, darling, my universe...

Part One

pairing: min yoongi x reader

summary: You've been surviving an apocalypse with your sister and three other boys. Amids the awful life that you had to adapt to, you found the love of your life. The community your group joined was under attack one night and you had to flee. Yoongi promised he would meet you at your secret spot, but even after 24 hours, he and the others don't arrive. Until Jungkook comes bearing ill news.

trigger warning: apocalypse, weapons, gunshot, jungkook red hair

a/n: This was revealed to me in a dream lol. Anyway, this was supposed to be a one-shot, however, I have gone rogue and written more than planned even before the most important part. So, there will be a part two, and if I manage to pull it off, I may write some drabbles about Yoongi and reader. So, enjoy this part for now <3

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Your heart felt like it was going to burst when a group of armed men approached your community, threatening to take it over and destroy everything you held dear.  You could see the glint of the moonlight off their guns and the cold looks in their eyes – your gut never tricked you before. You were on guard duty that night and your boyfriend was supposed to join you by midnight. However, you had other visitors. The gate was the communities first line of defense; however, it was no match for their aggression as it crumbled under the force of the military vehicle they must have found abandoned. You were lucky to have gone down from the watch tower and run before they broke through.

The sound of gunshots echoed through the community, shattering any veil of peace that existed before their arrival. The first few shots were the most terrifying, signaling the beginning of chaos and end to a few lives that night. The screams of the victims pierced the air and you had to cover your ears as you ran, or you would have screamed with them.

You wanted to find your boyfriend and your sister, but all the people were in a frenzy and you couldn't make out where they could be. As the unknown men took over without mercy, claiming what was not theirs, the undead began pilling inside, drawn by the commotion. You could hear their groans almost clearly through the gunfire.

You ran as fast as your feet could carry you, the riffle thrown over your back was only getting in the way, but you didn't dare lose it. You weren't looking where you were going, so you crashed into another body. It's arms quickly encircled you, before you could crash to the ground this time, and in the heat of the moment, you tried pulling away. But the sweet scent of vanilla entered your nose and you relaxed.

"It's me, darling," your boyfriend's deep voice lulled you to relax. His mouth was buried in your hair, as you were shorter than him slightly. He was calm, which didn't surprise you, Yoongj was usually a calm person, unlike you. No, you were someone who panicked easily and quickly.

But Yoongi's presence always brought you a wave of relief, and that was the case within the chaos that night as well. His arms around you, his scent, his calming voice, reminded you that you had him, and that he would never let anything bad happen to you.

His hands went to your shoulders and he locked eyes with yours. "Go find your sister and run," before you could disagree, he shook his head, the long locks of his hair shook back and forth at the gesture. "Listen, baby, you two have to go to our arranged spot and wait. If me and the boys don't appear 24 hours later then forget about us."

At the thought, your eyes filled with tears. You swallowed hard and decided to hold back the tears for as long as you could. His heart always broke when he saw you crying and you didn't want that. The thought of leaving Yoongi behind almost broke you, and not knowing if he and the others would make it or not threatened to haunt you. But you knew he was right, you had to get your sister as far as possible.

"I love you," you whispered, knowing that if you spoke any louder, your voice would crack. You leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. You tried to slow the time down in your own head, and savor the moment, knowing it may as well be the last time you kiss him.

"I love you too, my brave girl," Yoongi murmured against your lips. His hands were cold to the touch as he cupped your face, yet his touch was gentle. He didn't want to let you go, but he had to. He and the others are going to try and protect what's theirs and if they fail, they would run.

With one last look, you turned away and ran towards your home. You didn't let the tears fall until that moment, when you no longer looked at the love of your life. Your heart felt heavier in your chest with every step you took which led you further away from him.

Your sister was waiting for you on the porch on your home, you saw her silhouette was tense. She held a pistol in her right hand and had been shooting at any undead that came near. The two boys, who were your best friends, weren't there and you assumed that they were somewhere with Yoongi. "Are you okay?" Gina asked when she saw your damp face under the moonlight.

You shook your head, another few tears slipping from your eyes. Without hesitating, your sister embraced you, despite the dangers that lurked in the shadows. You sighed in relief once more, but it was temporary as a low groan came from behind you. Gina had you behind her body in a blink of an eye, shielding you and aiming her weapon. Taking a deep breath, she pulled the trigger and the body dropped to the ground once more.

Gina's quick reflex to protect you both reminded you how much you depended on her. She was your younger sister, but she was a much better fighter than her. While you had killed only a handful of the dead, she became a gun wielding professional. Yoongi had been teaching you how to use a rifle as of late, but you were better off without it, and keeping it on you just in case.

„We have to go,“ Gina said, pulling you by your hand and toward an emergency exit the community had built. However, both of you knew it would be crawling with people trying to escape, so she swiftly took a turn for your own secret exit. Yoongi and the others though it best if you had one thought of, since the group was fairly new to this community and didn't trust anyone yet. It was just a precaution and now, you were forced to use it without telling anyone else. You had to survive for Yoongi.

The opening was disguised by an overgrown bush, Yoongi picked up the spot himself. Gina approached it first, being the protective person she was. Lucky for you both, the chaos hadn't reached this part of the community yet and the escape should be easy. Your sister pushed the branches to the side, revealing a narrow opening that led into the darkness. The path was barely wide enough for two people to pass through side by side, and the ground was uneven. The air inside was cool and damp, being close to a small spring that passed through the community.

Gina went through first and you made sure to pull the bush back to cover the opening before following. Your footsteps barely made any sound as you moved forward through the tunnel. The chaos outside, the gunfire and the groans of the dead, became distant as you moved further away from everything. Once you've gone through on the other end was when you could finally breathe again. The chilly night air seemed to be clearer when you reached the forest, but there wasn't time to revel in it.

„Come on,“ Gina took your hand once more and pulled you toward the agreed area – a wooden house in the middle of the forest, hidden by the nature from a naked eye. Your group had a fair number of supplies stacked in the little house as well, just in case like this one. So, you and your sister took a backpack each and packed as much stuff as you could. Once the boys join, your group will have to go back to the road again.

You had to push down the urge to cry again when memories of you and Yoongi sneaking out and coming to the tree house surfaced. It was a little something you two did every once in a while. You hadn't known each other before the apocalypse, but you met fairly early on and had developed a bond rather quickly. He had asked you to be his one night when your group had found a safe place to lay low for a while. Since then, you had missed a couple anniversaries and he wanted to make up for it, so when you first rebuilt the tree house, he suggested that you could come here and be by yourselves for a few hours.

Gina held onto a watch that your group had left there for the next 20 or so hours as you both waited. You barely spoke to each other during that time, the worry evident on both your faces. During those hours, you thought of Yoongi the whole time. The hours were getting dangerously close to the 24-hour mark and with it, your memories became even more and more painful. From happy memories, you thought of the sad ones, and the ones where both of you had cut dangerously close to losing each other at least once in the last couple of years. You wonder if this would be the same, or maybe this time, you would bury an empty grave.

The sun set again and the alarm Gina had set on the watch beeped the end of the 24-hour period. You both had to move and get away from that spot as fast as you could, which meant that Yoongi, even if he was alive, wouldn't be able to find you. Gina looked at you with sadness once she turned off the beeping. Yoongi and the others didn't make it, they were gone. You felt a lump in your throat and tears well up in your eyes. You had hoped that they would be here before the time runs out, that he would be here... Gina took your hand and squeezed it, offering her support. She didn't have to say anything and neither did you. You both knew each other well to know what each of you needed in moments like these. You weren't the only one who lost someone.

Your heads turned to the door when you heard low thumps, and it sounded like they were getting closer and closer. Someone was climbing the tree to get to the tree house. You looked at your sister and she stood up, aiming her gun at whoever was intruding. Before she would pull the trigger, a head poked through, revealing self-dyer red hair they were both familiar with.

„Jungkook!“ Gina scolded her boyfriend. „I almost shot you!“ Jungkook was also startled, not really expecting a gun in his face. In truth, he had knocked on the wooden panel they had on the ground three times – as per the agreement, but the girls hadn't heard it.

„Sorry,“ he said, docking under the doorway and stepping into the tree house. „I didn't mean to startle you.“ Jungkook took a deep breath, recovering from all the running he had done.

Gina sighed and lowered her gun. „It's okay,“ she replied. „We were just on the edge.“

Jungkook glanced between the two of you, opting not to hug his girlfriend just yet. His heart was heavy anyway. „Are you two okay?“ His voice was gentle when he asked. You noted that something was on his mind. Where were Yoongi and Namjoon? You wanted to ask, but you couldn't speak. So, you let your sister talk to him instead.

Jungkook seemed to be out of breath when he entered and you've also noticed that not only his hair was red – so were his clothes. He was soaked in blood and you didn't dare ask whose. You didn't pay much attention to what he spoke, until his words were directed at you and he mentioned Yoongi.

Your head snapped in his direction immediately. „Yoongi needs you, he's been hurt pretty badly,“ your heart skipped a beat at his words. You stumbled to get on your feet and approached Jungkook. Yoongi was hurt? How badly? Where was he now?

Your voice trembled as you struggled to form coherent words. „Where is he? Is he okay?“ You reached out and grabbed onto Jungkook's arms, desperate for any reassurance he could offer to you at that moment.

Jungkook's expression grew somber, even more so than he was when he arrived, as he took in your distress. He didn't want to be the barer of bad news, but he knew you had to know the truth. „We've been found by an old farmer and his family,“ he began, keeping a steady voice but full of emotion. „They're taking care of him, but he's in critical condition.“

The words hit you like a freight train, and you felt as if all the air had been knocked out of your lungs. Yoongi was the one person who promised to never leave your side, and now he was lying God knows there, surrounded by unknown people, fighting for his life. And you weren't there with him. You couldn't believe this was happening. Your chest tightened with pain as if Jungkook reached into it and squeezed your heart.

You looked at him, your eyes pleading with him to give you more information about your boyfriend. „What happened?“

Jungkook sighed, hesitating for a moment. „When we were running away, he got shot,“ he said. „He's lost a lot of blood and he's still losing it. The old farmer is a vet and he's doing everything he can to help him.“

You couldn't lose Yoongi, not now and not ever. Not after everything you've been through. He was your life, your everything. He was the reason why you keep fighting every day and why you keep pushing forward. The news about his injury felt like someone hit you with a sledgehammer.

„I have to go to him,“ you wiped the tears from your face. „I have to be there with him, Jungkook.“

The boy nodded. „I'll take you.“

Jungkook had taken you both toward the road a few miles away, claiming that he had left a car there. According to him, the vehicle is running on fumes and it will only take you all so far. Before you arrived at the community, which was destroyed by now, your sister, Yoongi, Jungkook, Namjoon and you, were on the road. However, you've never used a car to transport you from a place to place, opting to walk and make as little noise as possible. But, since it would get you to your boyfriend faster, you decided not to complain about the choice of transportation.

The scenery changed as you drove down the desolate road. The tension was almost suffocating. Or was it your anxiety that was suffocating you? The car sputtered as it struggled to maintain the speed which Jungkook wished for. The engine was straining against the fumes of the gas, not having enough to go with, but still serving its purpose.

Gina sat in the passenger seat; her eyes fixed on the road head. She hasn't said a word, Yoongi was her friend as well. Jungkook was behind the wheel and you noticed how his knuckles turned white as he gripped the wheel tightly. You didn't know, but he was praying for the car to keep going just for a few more miles in his head. And you sat in the backseat. Your hand was gripping the necklace Yoongi had found one day and gifted it to you. Jungkook silently cursed every time the car rattled, but thanked the heavens that it wasn't giving up. You did too, the further the car took you, the faster you would reach your boyfriend.

To your dismay, the car couldn't take it anymore. Jungkook cursed out loud as the vehicle slowed down, coming to a halt in the middle of the open road. You and Gina exchanged glances as Jungkook tried restarting the engine, but he gave up after a few failed attempts. „We're all out,“ he finally sighed. „We'll have to continue on foot. It's not far from here, I promise.“ You nodded and stepped out of the car, your sister and Jungkook following. The air was heavy with the smell of exhaust after Jungkook tried to start the car again, but the further you walked, it faded, replaced by the smell of decay that you were used to by now.  

You had walked for at least 40-ish minutes until you noticed something in the distance. Turning to Jungkook, you silently questioned him. His only response was a nod, letting you know that you were approaching the right place. He directed you to a dirt road, which led to the farmhouse in sight. If the things were normal, like before the dead roamed, you would have stopped to take in the beauty of the place. The farmhouse looked to be isolated from the rest of the world, and untouched by the foul fate that was brought upon your lives.

But you had no time to dwell on the beauty of the scenery, Yoongi was just a few steps away from you, and you had to get to him as quickly as possible. Jungkook led you to the front door, and went to open it. But his hand hovered over the doorknob and you raised your eyebrow at his hesitation. He turned to you. „You ready?“

You nodded, but you knew you weren't. You didn't know what to expect once inside, and how bad it was. But that didn't stop you from wanting to be next to him. You felt Gina's hand on your shoulder, a silent attempt to comfort you, which you appreciated. With that, Jungkook pushed the door open, and together, the three of you stepped inside.

My Forbidden Desire

Chapter One

pairing: jung hoseok x oc

summary: Kim Kyungmi's first day of college ends up being eventful as she discovers her brothers have been keeping a secret from her. Now, she has to juggle the responsibilities of a student and a sister of the Charmed Trio and live up to the family name. On top of that, romance is blossoming between her and a student she's paired with to help do an assignment.

trigger warning: fire, mentions of blood, mentions of death (minor characters)

a/n: This fanfic is a inspired by the original "Charmed" show from 1998. While I will copy some elements from the show, I will still try to work my way around them and make it as original as possible. All the credit goes to the rightful creator and I do not intend to claim any of the elements I use in this fanfic from the show as my own.

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As Kyungmi made the final adjustments to her appearance, she was forced to take a deep breath to calm her nerves. Today was the day she had been waiting for with a lot of excitement – her first day of college. Despite her excitement, her brown locks seemed to have a mind of their own, refusing to cooperate with Kyungmi's attempts to style them the way she imagined. With a frustrated groan, Kyungmi set down her brush, accepting the fact that her hair won the battle today.

Her nerves were making her nauseous as she glanced at her attic room, decorated to her liking. From the cozy rugs to the string lights adorning the walls, every corner of the room reflected Kyungmi's personality and style. The room was her sanctuary, a place where she could run away when everything gets overwhelming. After the death of her parents, she spent most of her time curled up in her bed in the very same room.  

„Kyungmi noona, hyung is asking if you're ready?!“ Taehyung shouted from downstairs. Kyungmi couldn't contain her smile at the sound of Taehyung's voice. He was her little brother and she cared for him more than she cared for herself, despite his tendency to be loud and a bully toward her. She still loved him with all her heart. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, Kyungmi took a deep breath. She may be nervous, but she was also excited to begin the new chapter of her life. And having her best friend, Jimin, by her side made her feel less anxious about the upcoming day and the upcoming semester.

With a determined nod, Kyungmi made her way downstairs to meet her older brother Seokjin, who will be driving her to the campus as he had his own classes at the same time as Kyungmi. As she descended the stairs, she found him waiting for her in the foyer, his car keys jingling in his hand. Seokjin offered a warm smile as she approached. „Good morning, oppa,“ Kyungmi greeted.

„Morning, Mi. Ready for your first day?“ Seokjin asked. Usually, he would ruffle her hair just to mess with her, but today, he understood how important the day was for her. So, he didn't want to mess up her hair for the big day.

Kyungmi nodded, trying to muster up as much confidence as she could. "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess."

Seokjin chuckled softly, handing her a little jewelry box. „You'll do great, Mi. Don't worry,“ Kyungmi stared at the box in his hand with surprise. She accepted his gift with trembling hands. „It's family heirloom. Mum had been keeping it safe for your first day in the big world.“ Seokjin explained, urging Kyungmi to take the box.

Kyungmi's breath caught in her throat as she carefully opened the box, revealing a delicate necklace inside. The pendant, an intricately designed silver charm glinted in the soft morning light. The beauty of it took Kyungmi's breath away. She couldn't place her finger on it, but she was sure there was a certain warmth coming from the necklace. But she decided not to dwell on something that may be in her head as she took the necklace and handed it to her big brother. Spinning around, Kyungmi gathered her hair and lifted it up. Seokjin secured the clasp of the necklace, letting it fall down his sister's neck.

As the pendant was secured, a gust of air swept through the room, causing the curtains to dance in its wake. Kyungmi's breath caught in her throat as she felt a strange tingling sensation wash over her, as if the very air around her was charged with electricity. Once the air and the sensation were over, she glanced around the room, but everything seemed to be in order again. Seokjin stared at her with concern and understanding, she couldn't quite understand it herself. „Are you alright, Kyungmi?“

She nodded, trying to shake off the strange sensation that lingered in the air. She wanted to ask if he had felt it as well, but she didn't, for a reason unknown to her. „I'm fine, oppa,“ instead, she forced a smile. „Just a draft, I guess.“ But deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling she had within her. Something had changed and whatever it was, her older brother seemed to know something he wasn't willing to share just yet.

***

As Seokjin's car pulled up to the bustling campus of the Korea University, Kyungmi's excitement mingled with nervousness. Seokjin and she stepped out of the car, collecting their bags with the essentials they needed for the day. Kyungmi took in the scene of students mingling with each other and pilling out of the building. Beside her, Seokjin offered a comforting smile, his hand resting on her shoulder. „Everything will be alright, you'll do amazing,“ Seokjin's voice was filled with confidence and pride for his little sister.

Kyungmi returned the smile, suddenly wrapping her arms around her brother. „Thanks, Jin oppa,“ Seokjin sighed with a smile as he patted her head lovingly.

As they made their way toward the entrance of the building, Kyungmi's heart skipped a beat when she spotted her best friend waiting for her near the entrance. His familiar smile filled her with a sense of warmth and reassurance, easing the last traces of nerves from her mind. Kyungmi said goodbye to her brother before she rushed over to greet Jimin.

„Jimin-ah!“ Kyungmi exclaimed, breaking into a grin.

Jimin's smile widened as he enveloped her in a hug, his arms wrapping around her. „Hey, Mi!“ Suddenly, Jimin tensed in her hold and Kyungmi noticed. Jimin frowned when he felt something different about her, something present within her. Something that wasn't there last night when he had visited her at her home. Kyungmi pulled away from Jimin and looked at him, asking if he was alright.

His gazed lowered from her eyes to the silver pendant hanging around her neck. It wasn't something she had on her before, he would know as she shared everything with him, and vice versa. Well, he didn't share everything. Jimin knew what that sensation within Kyungmi he was feeling was, and now he was sure it had something to do with the pendant. A flicker of recognition crossed Jimin's features as he realized the significance of the pendant – the piece of jewelry that had held her powers hidden.

„Jimin-ah, are you alright?“ Jimin picked up on Kyungmi's worry and he quickly masked his true feeling with a small smile.

„I'm fine,“ he replied. „Just got lost in thought for a moment.“

Despite Jimin's reassuring words, Kyungmi knew there was more to it than he was letting in on. She knew him enough to recognize when something was bothering him, and this time, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something from her. Something having to do with herself and the pendant he had been staring at. She wanted to press further, to uncover the secret he's hiding, but she also knew that he would tell her when he felt comfortable with it. So, Kyungmi nodded and forced a smile onto her face. „Alright then,“ she said, her voice gentle. „Let's head to class, shall we?“

***

„Alright, everyone, let's delve into a fascinating chapter of psychology's history. In the mid-1800s, a German physiologist named Wilhelm Wundt was making waves with his groundbreaking research. Wundt, driven by scientific curiosity, began to investigate reaction times using rigorous scientific methods.

In 1873, he penned a seminal work titled "Principles of Physiological Psychology." This book was a game-changer, as it laid out numerous critical connections between the field of physiology and the study of human thought and behavior. Wundt's insights and observations paved the way for a deeper understanding of the human mind.

But Wundt didn't stop there. In 1879, he took a monumental step by establishing the world's first psychology laboratory at the University of Leipzig. This event marked a pivotal moment in history and is widely regarded as the official beginning of psychology as a distinct and separate scientific discipline.

So, in essence, Wundt's pioneering work not only laid the groundwork for modern psychology but also set the stage for countless discoveries and advancements in the field. It's truly remarkable to think about the impact that one individual's dedication and passion for science can have on our understanding of the human mind.“

Kyungmi sat in class as the professor explained the history of psychology. Her attention was divided between the professor's lecture and a water bottle sitting on the table in front of her. She couldn't take her eyes off of it for an unknown reason, yet she wanted to focus on the lecture and take notes when she needed. However, an uneasy feeling had settled in the pit of her stomach, making her unable to focus properly. The professor's words became distant as her gaze remained fixed on the bottle. It was a simple plastic bottle, filled with clear liquid, yet it had her almost undivided attention now.

And then, without a warning, it happened.

The water inside the bottle froze right before her widening eyes. Her heart began pounding in her chest as she stared at the solid block of ice within the confines of the plastic. A gasp escaped her lips as she recoiled in disbelief, her mind struggling to comprehend what she had just witnessed. Suddenly, she began glancing around the amphitheater, her heart racing as she prayed that no one had seen the strange phenomenon that had taken place just a moment ago.

But then her eyes met Jimin's.

His expression mirrored her own shock and disbelief, but for a very different reason. While he knew that she had been given her powers, Jimin was shocked that she would use them so openly. Or at least he hoped that was an accident. Nevertheless, he began looking around the class, also hoping no one had seen what she had done.

'The class is so boring.'

'I thought this would be better.'

'Is the rest going to be boring as this?'

'I'm so excited to learn more.'

As Kyungmi's eyes scanned the room, she turned toward the source of multiple voices. It seemed as if they've spoken something but didn't open their mouth. Her brow's furrowed as she turned toward a new speaker, disappointment evident when she realized their lips were shut. She felt as if they were talking directly to her, their thoughts projected into her mind. Slowly and surely, unease crept upon Kyungmi and even Jimin didn't understand what was happening to the distressed girl next to him.

He tried to call out her name, but she seemed lost, frantically looking at the unfamiliar faces of their future classmates. He could feel a change within her, her power beginning to rise and become stronger. Kyungmi began covering her ears. He didn't know, but the voices inside her head were getting larger in number and her ears were beginning to ring. As the voices inside her head grew louder and more unbearable, Kyungmi felt like screaming, the pressure building behind her ears almost too much to bear. But she knew she couldn't give in to the overwhelming urge, not with the eyes of her classmates now turning towards her, their whispers adding to the chaos inside her mind.

And then, in a flash of panic and desperation, Kyungmi's notebook burst into flames, the sudden burst of heat and light causing the fire alarm to blare deafeningly throughout the classroom. The students erupted into a frenzy of distress, their voices mingling with the shrill sound of the alarm as they scrambled to gather their belongings and evacuate the room. Even the professor, usually composed and collected, looked on with concern as chaos erupted around them. Water began to pour from the ceiling, dousing the flames and adding to the pandemonium as students hurriedly made their way towards the exits.

But through the chaos, Jimin's gaze remained fixed on Kyungmi, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched blood begin to trickle from her ears.

***

"Namjoon oppa!" Kyungmi called out from the moment she burst through the door of their home. After Jimin helped her calm down and clean the blood off her skin, Kyungmi excused herself for the day and decided to go home. Jimin didn't want to leave her alone after what had happened and he decided to join her. On their way to Kyungmi's house they've had an interesting conversation. No, Jimin didn't reveal his part in all of the mess, but he did act like a good friend he was to her and listened to the worried Kyungmi and her doubts. Jimin, the calm one at the moment, closed the front door gently after entering.

"Upstairs Kyungmi-ah!" The girl followed the voice of her second older brother, rushing up the stairs to his room. Jimin decided to stay behind and make himself comfortable on the sofa, this was a family matter after all.

Kyungmi disregarded her manners and burst through Namjoon's door, looking confused, worried and angry, all at once. Before Namjoon could question her behavior, Kyungmi spoke. "I have a million questions and I know you and Seokjin oppa have all the answers, so you better not lie to me,"

Namjoon's eyebrows furrowed as he watched his sister's emotional outburst, concern flickering in his eyes. He could sense the gravity of the situation, the weight of Kyungmi's distress hanging heavy in the air. Taking a deep breath, he motioned for her to take a seat, his voice calm and reassuring.

"Kyungmi, what happened? You're shaking," Namjoon said gently, his tone filled with genuine concern as he reached out to place a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Kyungmi took a deep breath, trying to steady her trembling nerves as she met Namjoon's gaze. "It's... it's hard to explain," she began, her voice wavering slightly as she struggled to find the right words.

"Hey," Namjoon pulled her flush against him. "Hey, I got you. Tell me what happened," Namjoon's voice was muffled by Kyungmi's hair as he kissed the top of her head. He couldn't help but notice the pendant hanging around her neck, so he was sure he knew what his little sister was going to ask about.

She began recalling the events that happened in class, from the frozen water to the fire breaking out right in front of her. And she didn't forget to mention the voices that felt like they were digging into the center of her brain itself. Namjoon's jaw tightened as he listened, thinking of his own first experience with magic. "Joon oppa, what is happening to me?"

His heart clenched at how desperate she sounded for answers and he prayed that his brothers turned up at any moment, but they won't be present for at least two hours from now. So, he decided to tell her all be could and if needed, the others would fill in the gaps. He sighed, looking at his little sister. "What I'm about to tell you, it won't be easy to take in. But try to keep an open mind, alright?" Kyungmi nodded, wiping away a few stray tears that have escaped. "Kyungmi, listen to me carefully," Namjoon began, his voice gentle but firm as he looked into his sister's eyes. "You need to know the truth about our family, about who we are and where we come from."

Taking a deep breath, Namjoon explained everything that has been on his mind for what felt like forever to him. He recalled the story he had heard a few years prior as well, a story about their mother and her two sisters – their aunts. „Our mother and our aunts were witches, Mi. They were known as the Charmed Ones, the most powerful trio,“ he continued, watching for Kyungmi's reaction. She listened carefully and even if his words sounded genuine, she still thought they were a joke.

„The three of them were very powerful, possessing amazing powers, one's that they used to protect the innocent and fight evil. And when they passed away, their powers were passed down to us, Jin hyung, Taehyung and I became the Charmed Trio,“ Namjoon's voice held a hint of emotion as he spoke about their family and their late mother. „We've been using those powers to help people, we've learned to control them very well,“ Kyungmi's gaze never left her brother's, searching for any hint of lies or deception. It wasn't strange for them to pull a prank or two on their sister.

Namjoon then paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in before he continued. „To keep you save, mum decided to lock your powers into a pendant and told Jin hyung to give it to you on this day,“ He explained. Kyungmi sucked in a breath when he mentioned the pendant. That would explain why strange things have happened the moment her oldest brother gave her the necklace. „That's why hyung gave it to you this morning,“ he nodded toward the pendant that hung around Kyungmi's neck.

Absentmindedly, Kyungmi traced her fingers over the pendant, realizing that it unlocked the abilities she had used that day without even trying. She didn’t realize she was lost in thought but Namjoon didn’t mind as he gave her a moment to process everything, feeling guilty over bombing her with all the information at once. Kyungmi was in an awe at the prospect of all the power that the pendant held for years, and now that power lay within her.

“We didn’t know what exactly your powers were, but I suspect you have the ability to hear other people’s thoughts and manipulate elements such as water and fire,” as Namjoon spoke, he reached out to take Kyungmi’s hand in his own, squeezing it tightly to offer his support. “Mi, we’re here for you. Whatever happens, you won’t be alone.”

Kyungmi began laughing all of a sudden and Namjoon’s brows furrowed. She suddenly looked at him, searching for any sign of amusement behind his eyes. “You’re joking, right?” She scoffed. “This has to be some kind of prank, there is no way we are involved in something like this.”

But as her eyes locked with his, she didn’t see any amusement and it made her slightly embarrassed after her sudden outburst. Namjoon sighed, reaching for something in a drawer of his work table. He pulled out a thick book that looked as if it couldn’t even fit into the small space, but somehow it did. Namjoon placed the book into Kyungmi’s hands. “This is the Book of Shadows,” he said, and began flipping through the pages to show them to Kyungmi. As the pages changed, Kyungmi could see the text and the pictures on the paper change, there seemed to be a lot of information about the supernatural beings. Her eyes widened as she took in all the words written on the pages, air stuck in her throat.

“Namjoon-ah, Kyungmi-ah! We’re home!” Seokjin called out from downstairs, and Kyungmi suddenly shut the book closed. Namjoon watched as she jumped from her seat and rushed out of his room. He placed the Book of Shadows on his work desk and followed his furious sister.

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Masterlist

pairing: jung hoseok x oc

summary: Kim Kyungmi's first day of college ends up being eventful as she discovers her brothers have been keeping a secret from her. Now, she has to juggle the responsibilities of a student and a sister of the Charmed Trio and live up to the family name. On top of that, romance is blossoming between her and a student she's paired with to help do an assignment.

trigger warning: none

a/n: This fanfic is a inspired by the original "Charmed" show from 1998. While I will copy some elements from the show, I will still try to work my way around them and make it as original as possible. All the credit goes to the rightful creator and I do not intend to claim any of the elements I use in this fanfic from the show as my own.

Teaser

Chapter One

Chapter Two

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Masterlist

Cold Truth Revised

Pairing: min yoongi x reader

Summary: You wake up in an unfamiliar place with a man threatening your life for something your father did. But you know your father and you're certain he didn't do it. The man's son, Yoongi is the only one who shows you kindness and with his help, you decide to prove your father innocent.

content warnings: kidnapping, mention of death

a/n: Previously known as 'Cold Truth', this is the revised version. I hope it doesn't disappoint this time. Also I suck at summaries, so it is what it is lol

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Kim Seokjin

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Min Yoongi

Fading Secrets

Summary: You wake up in an unfamiliar place with a man threatening your life for something your father did. But you know your father and you're certain he didn't do it. The man's son, Yoongi is the only one who shows you kindness and with his help, you decide to prove your father innocent.

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Jung Hoseok

My Forbidden Desire

Summary: Kim Kyungmi's first day of college ends up being eventful as she discovers her brothers have been keeping a secret from her. Now, she has to juggle the responsibilities of a student and a sister of the Charmed Trio and live up to the family name. On top of that, romance is blossoming between her and a student she's paired with to help with an assignment.

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Kim Namjoon

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Park Jimin

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Kim Taehyung

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Jeon Jungkook

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My Forbidden Desire

Teaser

pairing: jung hoseok x oc

summary: Kim Kyungmi's first day of college ends up being eventful as she discovers her brothers have been keeping a secret from her. Now, she has to juggle the responsibilities of a student and a sister of the Charmed Trio and live up to the family name. On top of that, romance is blossoming between her and a student she's paired with to help do an assignment.

trigger warning: none

a/n: This fanfic is a inspired by the original "Charmed" show from 1998. While I will copy some elements from the show, I will still try to work my way around them and make it as original as possible. All the credit goes to the rightful creator and I do not intend to claim any of the elements I use in this fanfic from the show as my own.

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As Seokjin's car pulled up to the bustling campus of the Korea University, Kyungmi's excitement mingled with nervousness. Seokjin and she stepped out of the car, collecting their bags with the essentials they needed for the day. Kyungmi took in the scene of students mingling with each other and pilling out of the building. Beside her, Seokjin offered a comforting smile, his hand resting on her shoulder. „Everything will be alright, you'll do amazing,“ Seokjin's voice was filled with confidence and pride for his little sister.

Kyungmi returned the smile, suddenly wrapping her arms around her brother. „Thanks, Jin oppa,“ Seokjin sighed with a smile as he patted her head lovingly.

As they made their way toward the entrance of the building, Kyungmi's heart skipped a beat when she spotted her best friend waiting for her near the entrance. His familiar smile filled her with a sense of warmth and reassurance, easing the last traces of nerves from her mind. Kyungmi said goodbye to her brother before she rushed over to greet Jimin.

„Jimin-ah!“ Kyungmi exclaimed, breaking into a grin.

Jimin's smile widened as he enveloped her in a hug, his arms wrapping around her. „Hey, Mi!“ Suddenly, Jimin tensed in her hold and Kyungmi noticed. Jimin frowned when he felt something different about her, something present within her. Something that wasn't there last night when he had visited her at her home. Kyungmi pulled away from Jimin and looked at him, asking if he was alright.

His gazed lowered from her eyes to the silver pendant hanging around her neck. It wasn't something she had on her before, he would know as she shared everything with him, and vice versa. Well, he didn't share everything. Jimin knew what that sensation within Kyungmi he was feeling was, and now he was sure it had something to do with the pendant. A flicker of recognition crossed Jimin's features as he realized the significance of the pendant – the pice of jewlery that had held her powers hidden.

„Jimin-ah, are you alright?“ Jimin picked up on Kyungmi's worry and he quickly masked his true feeling with a small smile.

„I'm fine,“ he replied. „Just got lost in thought for a moment.“

Despite Jimin's reassuring words, Kyungmi knew there was more to it than he was letting in on. She knew him enough to recognize when something was bothering him, and this time, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something from her. Something having to do with herself and the pendant he had been staring at. She wanted to press further, to uncover the secret he's hiding, but she also knew that he would tell her when he felt comfortable with it. So, Kyungmi nodded and forced a smile onto her face. „Alright then,“ she said, her voice gentle. „Let's head to class, shall we?“

just wanted to share some merman Jimin AI generated pics for a fanfic that i'm planing on writing. written about 2 chapters so i'll see how the rest goes and if i'll be posting it

Fading Secrets

Chapter One

Cold Truth Revised

pairing: min yoongi x reader

summary: You wake up in an unfamiliar place with a man threatening your life for something your father did. But you know your father and you're certain he didn't do it. The man's son, Yoongi is the only one who shows you kindness and with his help, you decide to prove your father innocent.

content warnings: kidnapping, mention of death

a/n: Previously known as 'Cold Truth', this is the revised version. I hope it doesn't disappoint this time. Also I suck at summaries, so it is what it is lol

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When you opened your eyes, bright light enveloped your vision. Your head was killing you and there was an aftertaste of something funny smelling carved into your memory. You couldn't have drunk that much, could you? When your eyes adjusted to the outside world and you glanced around the surrounding area, your blood ran cold. While you believed that you weren't intoxicated enough to provoke anyone's anger at the club you were partying at with your friends the night before, the man currently sitting across from you was undoubtedly seething with anger.

The memories of the night before were hazy and like a puzzle, so you tried putting the pieces together to try and figure out how you were sitting in front of an unfamiliar man, seemingly in his mid-forties at least. You remember drinking with your friends, then informing them of your early departure back to your apartment. On your way back, someone had put a cloth with an old scent across your face until unconsciousness took over. And now, you woke up, with your hands bound behind the chair you were sat at, barefoot and in the dress from last night.

The silence was loud as the man stared at you, not even uttering a word. The chair you were sitting at was causing you discomfort, together with the headache that was already forming. The man's gaze bore into you, a disdainful expression etched on his face. You wondered if he looked at you with such disgust because of your appearance. You knew the dress was slightly shorter that you would have preferred usually, but it was your friend's birthday celebration and she insisted for you two to wear matching dresses, only in different color. The man staring at you in that moment wasn't the first one who was disgusted at the way younger generations were dressed today.

Maybe you would regret it, but you weren't the one to keep your mouth shut when you were nervous. „Okay, if no one is going to talk, I will, “ Your voice was hoarse so you had to take a second to clear your throat. „Who are you, and why am I here? It would be appreciated if you could untie me. I have no idea what you want from me and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to help you either no matter-"

A laugh echoed from somewhere behind you and you turned your head, looking over your shoulder to see a figure standing at the doorway. It was a boy your age, give or take a year or two. His hair was light and fell over his eyes. He wore a loose-fitting black T-shirt, complemented by faded blue jeans. A silver chain hung around his neck, and on his feet, he sported a pair of worn-in sneakers. He seemed quite laid-back and chill, for a guy who kidnapped you.

You could assume his voice was deep from the laugh you've heard, but you didn't have a chance to find out because the older man spoke. „Such a mouthful on an early morning,“ He laughed. „I'm Kim Taeyong, and that is my son, Yoongi,“ Shifting your head back as much as your body allowed, you caught another glimpse of the blonde boy. He leaned against a wall, arms folded across his chest and offered a subtle wave in acknowledgment. You rolled your eyes and redirected your attention back to his father. „You, sweetheart,“ Mr. Kim leaned forward, a luxury table presenting as the only barrier between you two. „Are here to pay for your father's mistake.“

It felt as if all the air was sucked out of your lungs at once, but you tried to control yourself and not show them that you were scared out of your mind. You had watched a lot of movies and it pays off for the main character to act confident. Maybe you would even be able to throw some punches and kicks like in the movies if you tried and then escape. But maybe you were being too confident even thinking of it. So, you opted to simply glare at the older man in front of you, despite the alcohol you consumed threatening to find its way back. „My father's mistake? What are you talking about? My father would never do anything wrong, he's innocent.“

Mr. Kim's eyes turned cold; it made you even more nervous. It was as if you could feel your body freezing just from his look. This was a dangerous man sitting in front of you. „Innocence is subjective, my dear. I'll enlighten you; I owe you that much. Your father ruined my life, destroyed the one thing I held dear the most. And now, I'll destroy everything he holds dear, starting with you.“

His words sent shivers down your spine and your lip quivered. Stay strong, Y/N! No matter how much you said those words to yourself, your mind decided not to listen. And you cursed whoever tied your hands behind your back, because you couldn't wipe away the tears that began falling from your eyes. Now they will know just how scared you were.

„You can't just blame someone else for your problems! Kidnapping me won't fix whatever issues you have with my father!“ You felt a surge of anger wash over you, and you were desperate. Although, if the movies thought you right, there was no compromising with people like Mr. Kim. „Just let me go, I won't tell anyone, I promise.“ You whined.

Mr. Kim leaned back in his chair. No matter what you said, his resolve was unyielding and the coldness in his eyes did not disappear. „Let you go? If only it were that simple,“ He stood, walking to your side of the table. Your body began shivering against your own will. Is he going to hurt you right now? To your relief, Mr. Kim sat on the edge of the table and stared down at you. „Your father must understand the consequences of his actions, and you're the perfect pawn in this little game.“

Your pleas for your life fell on deaf ears. The weight of the situation was suddenly too much to bear, it pressed down on you, cutting the air from your lungs. And silent tears still streamed down your face. You felt helpless, you were at mercy of a man thirsty for vengeance and there was nothing you could do to change his mind about hurting you.

What you didn't see, was the blonde boy, Yoongi, watching the conversation between you and his father with an unreadable expression. His father was ruthless, and Yoongi was the complete opposite, but he wouldn't go against his own father. As Mr. Kim spoke, Yoongi's eyes lingered on you, and for an instant, his facade cracked. He felt bad for you, especially since you were nothing but collateral damage in this whole situation. You were young and had your whole life ahead of you. You studied medicine and would become a doctor some day and save lives. And yet, here they were, about to take that away from you.

"Please," you begged, your voice breaking, "I don't want any part in whatever revenge you're seeking. I just want to go home. I won't say anything; I'll disappear, and you'll never have to see me again."

The room fell into a heavy silence, the only sound being your sniffles and the ominous ticking of a clock in the background. Mr. Kim finally spoke, his tone unwavering. "Disappearing won't bring back my dead wife. You're here to make sure your father understands that." Mr. Kim stood up again, and you flinched, thinking he would hurt you. But he walked past you, toward the door. „Yoongi, take our guest to a room for the night.“

Yoongi obeyed, approaching you. He untied your hands and the ropes fell away, allowing you a temporary feeling of relief. Yoongi didn't make eye contact with you as he grabbed you by your arm and led you out of the room. His touch was surprisingly gentle, which only confused you further. Shouldn't he be rough, pulling you by your hair or leading you on gunpoint? He led you through a corridor, down to another one with doors on each side. He opened the door on your right and ushered you inside.

The room you were brought to was surprisingly ordinary, contrast to the ominous atmosphere of the Kim manor. In one corner was a simple bed, neatly made and a small window with the curtains open, letting in rays of sunshine. On the other side, a work desk and a closet, made of fine wood with beautiful carved designs. Yoongi released your arm and turned to leave, but you stopped him before he could close the door.

„Please wait!“ To your surprise, he really did stop. However, he kept his back turned to you. „Can I, at least, have a change of clothes?“ He hesitated for a moment before he turned to you. He looked you up and down and the gesture made you want to crawl into a hole and never crawl back out.

„Fine,“ He mumbled and left, closing the door with a soft click, leaving you alone in the room. He didn't return for a few minutes and his absence made you question whether or not he was returning. You opted to sit on the bed and wait for his return, if he does. Lucky for you, the door opened again soon, and Yoongi returned with a bundle of clothes in his hands. He wordlessly tossed them onto the bed next to you. „There. Change and don't bother making a big deal. There is no one else in the house except for me right now,“ he said. Without waiting for your response, he turned to leave again, the door closing behind him. This time, you could hear the click of the lock, meaning that he locked you inside.

You sighed and decided to try and sleep off the hangover. Now that your life wasn't in any immediate danger, you were aware of the growing nausea and hoped that sleep would push it away. You put on the sweatpants and the dark, oversized t-shirt Yoongi had brought to you, with the addition of simple, black ankle socks. The clothing was for a male and it left you wondering who it belonged to. But you didn't want to tire your mind with questions like that for now. Covering your, previously freezing, body with the blanket, you fell asleep almost immediately. You needed to be in your best form if you were to escape anyway, so an hour or two of sleep wouldn't hurt.

i feel SO bad for her and them but you're doing this so good! i love how you've made this so realistic. i guess i'm used to reading the fics where the reader gets used to them and gets her memories back (if memory loss is the case) right away and stuff so it's a bit frustrating to me!

but this is so good! PTSD is no joke at all and it's not at all easy to get through. i love that there is progress and she feels slightly safer, but recovery is a long road!

keep it up, i'm in love with your writing!!

the comforts of creatures (6)

creature comforts:

↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being

→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader

→ genre: supernatural!au, soulmate!au, hurt + comfort + recovery, angst with a happy ending, fluff, eventual smut

→ word count: 4k

→ summary: you share a meal with your rescuers.

→ trigger/content warnings: PTSD (nightmares/flashbacks, mistrust), mentions of torture + forced sensory/sleep deprivation

→ a/n: a little comfort before more hurt

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part 6: the first breakfast

The last thing you want to do is sleep. Bad things always happen when you fall asleep.

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Rumor Has It | pjm - Chapter 6

💬 Pairing: Jimin x OC (Reader)

💬 Genre/Tags: enemies(?) to lovers, fake-dating au; angst, fluff, smut

💬 Chapter warnings: sex-talk but nothing too spicy, foul language, mentions of divorce, mentions of incompetent father figure (not important for the story or heavy in general but just so you know)

💬 Word count: 7.5k

💬 Recap:

Rumor has it, Park Jimin is single again after his latest girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend.

Rumor has it, he's willing to get back at them.

Rumor has it, you're the perfect means to an end.

A/N please consider reblogging and commenting if you enjoyed 💚

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Chapter 6: Not that different.

It's been several weeks since you met Jimin's parents, and neither you nor he talked about what happened at the bonfire after the two of you were left alone. You prefer it that way, and you don't see any benefit to it anyway, since it will never happen again - that much is clear. 

It was a drunken mistake from both of your ends. A mishap resulting from the fact that both of you were under pressure all day and let loose in the evening. A bit too loose, yes - and yet, it doesn't have to mean anything. 

Talking about it would only give it more meaning than it has. Nothing has changed. You still have a goal to achieve and you haven’t changed your opinion on Jimin either. He’s still the annoying prick that gives you a headache on a daily and nothing will change that.

Yes, casual sex wouldn’t necessarily mean that would have to change - you’re perfectly aware of that yourself. Many people have a non-strings-attached relationship with a person they don’t necessarily like outside the bedroom, and there is nothing wrong with that, of course. However, you cannot help but think about the talk you had with Jungkook a while ago. The one where he specifically told you to be aware and not get in too deep, and you feel like sleeping with Jimin would definitely count as getting in too deep - no pun intended. 

And why the hell does it feel like you're trying to convince yourself? All of this should go without question. You seriously feel like the biggest idiot for even considering this could ever be a possibility. Ew. 

Sure, it’s been such a long time since you had the company of other people, especially guys, but that's no excuse to have these thoughts about Jimin.

He’s handsome, and he kisses well. You’re too damn sexually frustrated to resist this temptation when you’re not master of your senses which means, you will have to stay sober from now on. 

No more alcohol in the presence of Park Jimin. That sounds doable. You can surely manage. You just hope it is also in his interest not to complicate your agreement and keep it as non-physical as possible.

“You’re unusually quiet today, is something wrong?” 

Your silent stare into space is interrupted by Jimin's voice, and you have to blink a few times until your eyes manage to focus on him. 

“Do you sometimes miss having sex?” you blurt out, immediately taking him off guard with it. It surprises you as well, but you blame it on the fact that he interrupted your intense flow of thoughts so abruptly.

You watch as his eyes widen for just a split second before they’re back to normal, weirdly mustering you while a grin slowly forms on his lips. 

“If there is one thing I'll never get used to, it's your loose mouth and your ability to say the most random shit at the most unfitting times,” he chuckles scratching the nape of his neck. If you didn't know any better, you'd almost say your question made him shy. “Uhm, may I know why you are suddenly asking me this?”

Pretty unbothered, you shrug your shoulders while picking a grape out of his fruit salad, gradually ignoring the glare he sends you right after since you now know he doesn’t actually mind you stealing them. 

“I’m just wondering. Hookups aren’t an option for you these days without revealing our secret, so… I figured you must be sexually frustrated at times, no?”

He devolves into a burst of throaty laughter, pushing the bowl with the fruit salad a little closer to you so you don't have to reach so far while keeping his eyes locked with yours. “I’m aright. I am not a caveman, nor am I a teenager, so I do have some self-control, you know?” He explains, leaning his face a bit closer before whispering, “and I still have a well-functioning hand.”

You automatically lean back into your seat with your face showing nothing but pure revulsion. “Disgusting, Park.”

“Hey, you were the one interested in my sex life,” he chuckles, holding his hands up in feigned surrender. 

“I just wanted to know if you sometimes feel frustrated. Not how you take care of it,” you declare, rolling your eyes while you try to hide a grin of your own.

“Same difference,” he shrugs, offering you a wink. “But going back to my original question - Why?” Resting his arms on his elbows, he rests his head on his clenched fist and smiles at you as if waiting for a bedtime story. 

The reason why you have avoided this question until now should be obvious, but you should have expected it. And it's not uncomfortable for you either - quite the opposite actually, since you’re only human, and stuff like that is nothing out of the ordinary. You just don't know exactly how to explain your curiosity to Jimin without giving him the wrong idea.

Munching on a couple more grapes, you muster him while pursing your lips. “I just had a guess,” you shrug, seeing Jimin furrow his eyebrows at you immediately as if offended, and you laugh. “I know what sexual frustration looks like, Park. I built this city. And I’ve been living here for a while now.” 

A deep laugh escapes Jimin’s lips while he shakes his head, but he halts for a quick moment as if to think about his next words before he clears his throat, making it clear that he’s gonna say it anyway.

“Wanna know what I like about you?” he asks in a serious tone, looking like he’s not only surprising you, but him as well with his bold words. 

You take a moment before you nod your head in an unsure manner. “Depends. Am I going to regret it?” 

“No, I’m being genuine, I promise,” he says, sending a small but honest smile your way as you nod again, silently telling him to continue. 

“You’re not afraid or embarrassed to be honest with me. That’s pretty cool,” he admits, becoming sheepish right after while he clears his throat. 

To be completely honest, you didn’t expect that but smile, shrugging your shoulders a little to shake the awkwardness off. “I mean, yea. I don’t know why it never feels awkward with you,” you agree, chuckling quietly. 

“Must be because I’m so amazing,” he winks, biting his lip. A couple weeks ago you would have gagged at this scene, but you know he doesn't really mean it.

“Or maybe I just don’t care what you think of me,” you return the wink, and grin brightly, feeling that you got the upper hand again.

He scoffs, shaking his head with a grin of his own. “So predictable.”

“Mhm… and does that tell you more about you or me?” You fire back, biting your lip to suppress your own smile. 

Jimin smiles at you for a while and you do the same. And it's just about to get awkward again when he shakes his head as if to try and remember what this conversation was actually about before you drifted off to… whatever this was. 

“So what exactly is the point of this conversation, ___? Would you like to offer me something?” He gradually bites his lip while grinning and wiggles his eyebrows, thinking exactly about what you did not want him to think, but it’s not a surprise. He's still Jimin.

“Not at all. As I said, I was just wondering,” you say, breaking eye contact with him and shaking your head slightly.

“Are you sure? I like to help where I can,” he smirks, seeing you scoff at his lame attempt at flirting.

“I’m not that desperate yet,” you chuckle, shaking your head immediately. 

“Funny you say that now because I have a feeling that’s not always true,” he mutters, while he lowers his gaze and concentrates on eating again. It seems like you shouldn't have heard that, and you almost wouldn't have if you weren't still waiting for an answer anyway. 

Whether there is a hidden meaning behind his words or not, you don’t find out because he soon after changes the topic when he starts asking you about an assignment he didn’t understand. 

Jimin left just a few minutes ago because he had to go to the bathroom but your concentration, which you actually wanted to direct to your paper, is already interrupted when you suddenly feel the presence of a person next to you.

“Back so soon? Don’t tell me you missed me already,” you grin as you finish the sentence you were already typing out. 

Your words get stuck in your throat, however, as you look up, and it's not Jimin who is looking down at you. Instead, it's Yeji, as in Jimin’s ex-girlfriend, who never even acknowledged your existence before this whole fiasco. 

But now she’s here, and she obviously wants something from you, considering there isn’t really anyone else close enough to be her person of interest right now. 

“Uhm, can I help you?” you look at her, unsure of what’s about to come. Seeing how you never exchanged a word with Lee Yeji before you have no idea what she could want from you. Well, you actually do have an idea because if there is anything connecting the two of you it has to be Jimin, no?

“Don’t worry. I’m not here to cause any trouble,” she quickly says probably sensing you’re in defense mode just from seeing her about to talk to you. “I just have one question for you.”

Furrowing your brows, you make a motion for her to continue, not expecting much in the first place but still interested enough to not just walk off. You don't offer her a seat, though. We do not wanna rush into anything now, do we?

“I know the opinions of the people here are very different, but I just can’t form one for myself. Are you really dating Jimin?”

You raise your brows, closing your laptop while you try to understand what's going on. She did not actually take it upon herself to come to you and ask you that question after everything that happened, did she?

 “You know what’s funny?” you ask her, looking her straight in the eyes. “You guys have no problem spreading and believing the most absurd lies about me. But the moment I actually am involved with someone, you refuse to believe it? Make it make sense, please,” you scoff, already grabbing your laptop and standing up from your seating position. 

“It wasn’t me who said you were the one in the picture,” she says, eyes firmly kept on yours. “Taehyung said that, not me.” She rushes the words as if to try and keep you longer. For what reason? You have no idea. Probably to get some well-needed information.

“Oh? So what did you do to try and tell everyone the truth?” You ask, raising a brow even though you already know the answer. 

It's almost comical how quickly she throws her lover under the bus just to appease you and get some information. But what can you expect from people like them?

Yeji doesn’t say anything to that, and for the first time, her gaze leaves yours, even if it’s just for a split second until her eyes are back on yours. 

“Well, if it really is true, then just look out for yourself. I’m not saying he has an ulterior motive, but… he moved on pretty fast.” She has the guts to almost look offended when she says that. As if him moving on is what went wrong between them. 

“Thank you for trying to look out for me, but I’ll be fine,” you sarcastically say although you feel as if it didn’t quite reach her as such. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m not trying to be a bitch, ___. I’m here because I felt sorry about what happened and wanted to make sure there’s no bad blood between us. I’m not a bad person. I’m really not. I’m sure there are lots of people who wouldn’t agree with me and you’re probably one of them, but just know that I do feel bad about what went down. I would have liked things to happen differently, but… honestly, I can’t change the past. I just hope we can move on from this someday.” 

You glance up at Yeji with your mouth agape, trying to suppress a genuine laugh. That must have been the most half-hearted apology you've ever received, and the bored look on her face almost does the rest.

Fortunately for her, you learned a long time ago to see the humor in almost everything, so you don't even hold it against her. Rolling your lips inwardly, you nod your head, making her sigh out in what you interpret as relief. 

It's not like you're going to forgive her for what she did, nor will you forget about it. But you don’t see the sense in starting an argument either, and if you’re honest, all you want is for this awkward encounter to end as soon as possible. 

To your luck, Yeji leaves soon after, obviously not very keen on talking to you either. And to your amusement, she’s quickly replaced by Jimin, who suddenly pops up next to you, panting heavily as he looks in the direction Yeji just left in. 

“Wow, did you run here?”

“What did she want?” He asks, deciding to ignore your question while still glaring at the table where his ex-girlfriend went to. 

“Who, Yeji? I’m not too sure. It was an experience I could have gladly missed out on,” you shrug, not really wanting to go into detail since you have no idea what that was either. “But you can relax, she was asking about us, so maybe your plan is finally bearing fruit, and she’s starting to get jealous.” 

Jimin groans quietly, rolling his eyes before looking at you. “How many more times, ___. I’m not trying to win her back.” 

You’re just about to argue, when your phone starts beeping, signaling you got a new message. Briefly distracted from the actual topic, you take a look at who messaged you and curse under your breath as you hurriedly pack your things together. 

Jimin, who was originally just waiting for you to give him attention again, quickly starts to help you put your things in your bag, sensing that whoever just texted you must be more important to you now. 

“What’s up?”

“Ugh, it’s my mom. I completely forgot she was coming over today,” you hurriedly answer with a deep scowl while not even looking at him as you walk away with fast steps, knowing he’ll follow you anyway. 

“Are you not happy to see her?” 

“I am. It’s just that every time she comes over, she’s asking to meet ‘my friends’ and it usually ends with me making up some big ass lie that makes me feel awful as soon as she’s on her way back home.”

“So she doesn’t know about… you know?”

“My situation?” you ask, briefly looking at him before you turn your gaze forward again in fear you might run into something or someone. “Of course not. And I’m not planning on ever letting her know. She has enough on her plate. I don’t need her to worry about me. I’m an adult, after all. I’ll be alright.”

Jimin only nods, completely understanding your decision not to confide in her, even if it makes him uneasy to know that you probably never had anyone to confide in and talk to about your problems. He remembers too well how uncomfortable it was to tell his family about Yeji and Taehyung, especially when he saw how much it upset them out of concern for him, but it still helped him a lot to talk about it. Knowing that you didn't and couldn't do that for years really makes his insides churn for some reason. 

You should not have to go through something like this. Especially not alone.

“So, what are your plans for today then?” He would like to disagree and tell you that your mother would understand, but Jimin knows you well enough to know when to keep his mouth shut. Not to forget that it is none of his business anyway.

“I’ll just take her to the café near my apartment. We usually go there when she comes to visit me,” you explain, finally letting a small smile appear on your lips. “And then, I’ll just hope she doesn’t try to dig too deep today and accepts my lame excuse about my friends being busy one more time.”

An idea of how he can help you suddenly comes to Jimin's mind, but he decides to not let you in on it for now. Instead, he only accompanies you to your apartment door as usual and immediately disappears on your demand. 

And while you try to fix up your apartment as best you can until your mother finally arrives, Jimin is on his way to save your day.

You must look like an idiot. 

You really must look like an idiot right now with your mouth hanging wide open, your mother happily chattering about whatever the hell you were talking about before you caught sight of a familiar blond mop of hair, neatly gelled back.

Not that you did it on purpose, but the moment you thought you saw Jimin outside the window of the café where you're currently sitting with your mother, you completely blanked her out.

But despite the rain, there are so many people out and about today that the blond mop, which seemed to be familiar, has disappeared somewhere in the mass of people and can no longer be located by you.

With a frown, you shake your head in an attempt to direct your thoughts back to what is actually important. Jimin would tease you for weeks if he knew he had taken over your thoughts enough that you would confuse him with some rando on the streets. Without a doubt, making it sound like you cannot stop thinking about him or some shit like that.

As if. 

“—Lately we have hardly been in touch. I've almost forgotten what you look like, honey.” The condemning, yet partly joking tone in your mother's voice draws your attention back to her for a brief moment as you sigh. 

“I told you, mom. There’s just a lot going on these days. I hardly find the time to do anything.” 

“It’s fine,” she says, sending you a warm smile. “I just worry about you. Please don’t overwork yourself too much. You are too old now for me to remind you to eat regularly and healthily.”

Apathetic, you poke around in your cheesecake while you hum a response. “Been doing stuff with friends for the most part. We’re going out to eat a lot, don’t worry.” 

Technically that’s not a lie. Since you've been spending time with Jimin, you have been eating healthier and more balanced meals than ever before. And you would say that's probably one of the reasons you've kept up this charade for so long. 

The instant noodle days are not yet missed by you. 

And even if you don't like to admit it, lunch with Jimin and Hyunjin often involves a lot of laughter and fun. Sometimes there are a few other friends of Jimin's, often it's just the three of you, and lately, Jimin and you have managed to persuade even Nayeon to join your little group. 

In those moments it sometimes even feels like you really belong, and it almost makes you dread the doom day when your fake relationship with Jimin is over, and you're going to be back to being alone. 

Being alone never was that big of a deal for you. Yeah, it did get lonely at times, but with time you got used to it. Getting used to the company of others again, however, went a lot faster. It certainly won't be easy to master the art of being on your own again after all this time.

She literally beams all over her face at your words and it makes the guilt almost unbearable. “I’m glad to hear that! It’s such a shame your friends couldn’t make it.”

You swallow thickly, lowering your gaze back onto your half-eaten cheesecake. Your appetite is completely gone now. Literally, all this woman wants is for you to be happy and live a normal life, and you can’t even do that? A woman in her twenties, making up friends to tell her mother about. How fucking pathetic. 

“Nevertheless, I would be very happy if you would call or send a message at least once in a while. Let's say once a week, so I know that you are still alive,” your mom grins, making a smile crack on your lips as well. 

“Mom, please. It’s not like I never—”

“I’m afraid that might be my fault.” A voice suddenly cuts through yours, making your words stuck in your throat. Turning your head, you see Jimin standing in front of your table, kindly smiling down at your mother. “I just take up all of her time these days,” he chuckles, smiling brightly as his gaze drifts from your mother to you. “I tried to come as soon as possible. I’m really sorry I couldn’t make it sooner.”

You feel yourself shrink in your seat as you sense your mother’s eyes burn through your skull, but you’re unable to take your eyes off of him. You’re too stunned to say or do anything at the moment. What is he doing?!

He cleans up nicely, looking as smug and expensive as always, even if he undoubtedly walked through the rain to get here. In his left hand, he’s holding a big, bright-colored bouquet while his right hand is already shaking your mother’s. 

You see how their mouths move, and they talk to each other. Your mother laughs, Jimin grins, he hands her the flowers, she gestures with her arm while saying something to him, and the next moment you see him sit down next to you. You see all of this happening but don't really hear a word they're saying. 

You are much too busy to realize that this is really happening. Jimin is really here. 

His gaze travels over you in a way that makes you gulp and causes you to shiver involuntarily so you take a deep breath, finally getting out of your trance as you sense they’re both waiting for you to say something. 

No doubt you immediately recognize this excited glimmer in your mom's eyes and watch as she expectingly raises her eyebrows, wordlessly telling you to introduce him too. 

You clear your throat and slide a few centimeters further to the window to try and put some distance between you and Jimin because as usual he doesn't understand the concept of personal space.

Honestly, he might as well have sat on your lap…

“Uhm Mom, this is Jimin. My friend—”

“Boyfriend.” 

In a fraction of a second, you turn your head to him, not believing what he just said. He doesn’t react, doesn’t even look at you. Instead, he puts his arm around your shoulders and pushes you closer against him while rubbing your arm.

You clench your fists under the table, hoping that your mother doesn’t notice, and suck your bottom lip into your mouth before you turn your gaze to at her again to see her reaction.

It is no surprise that she almost bursts with joy from the unexpected news seeing how she inconspicuously has been trying to find out something about your love life for ages — without any success, of course. So it was probably to be expected that she would react like this.

“A boyfriend, ___? Why didn't I know about this?” 

She doesn’t sound disappointed in the slightest. If anything, she uses more of a teasing tone with you, making it even more awkward. 

“This has not been going on for long, mom. I just didn't get to tell you about it yet,” you lie, once again poking around in your cheesecake. “It’s not like it’s that important.”

Your mom gasps, frowning at you with a displeased, judgmental look in her eyes, and you know if you were alone with her right now, you would meet the slipper. “You little— How can you say that. Of course your boyfriend is important!”

You can hear Jimin snicker beside you, and you would love to shut him up, but you don't want to make it even worse with your mother.

The two of them happily engage in a conversation, completely ignoring your presence while your mother asks him question after question, wanting to know everything about him and seemingly being more than smitten with him already.

It’s understandable, really. You can’t blame her. Jimin really is charismatic. He answers every question with ease, not once stuttering or stumbling over his words like you found yourself doing while conversing with his family. 

He is friendly, polite, extremely handsome, and well-spoken, and it worries you how comfortable and familiar your mother already seems with him. The little shit even brought her flowers! 

This is exactly what you feared and what was the reason that you didn’t want her to find out about this. You know your mother and you know that she will not let this go which only means you have to lie to her again and again.

As if your conscience was not already burdened enough.

The moment your mother excuses herself and leaves to use the restroom, you finally crumble, ready to yell at him but before you can muster a word, he beats you to it.  

“This is going pretty well, don’t you think?” With a bright, content grin on his face, he leans back in his seat. 

The moment he lifts his arm and wraps it around your shoulders again, you snap. Grabbing his arm, you immediately push him off with force before you bark at him. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

Jimin is visibly surprised by your sudden outburst, and he takes a couple of moments before he clears his throat and runs his fingers through his hair, a slight frown now visible between his eyes. 

“I’m… having a nice little chat with your mother,” he states in a calm voice, obviously not seeing anything wrong with what he’s doing. “She’s nice. I think she likes me too,” he adds, raising his brows in question when your only response is a loud, annoyed groan before you lean your elbows on the table and slap your hands over your face.

“No no no no no…” you silently chant to yourself, your voice coming out muffled. “This is bad. This is so bad.”

“What is?“ Jimin asks, sounding unbothered as if to silently tell you that you're overreacting. 

You face him again, and for a split moment, you seriously consider smacking the back of his head. “My mom likes you, Jimin! She really likes you,” you sigh. 

“So?” He scoffs. “Of course she does. I’m amazing. I thought you’d be happy about that. I mean… isn’t that what normal people want? For their parents to like their boyfriend?”

“But that’s the thing, Jimin!” you groan, gaping at him with your eyes opened wide. “You are not my boyfriend. And when we ‘break up‘, she’ll be sad about that now,” you explain, annoyed that you even have to do that. “Even worse, she'll want me to pour my heart out to her or something!”

Jimin stays silent, pressing his lips together while he draws his eyebrows together in a slight frown. “Why do you always have to do that?”

“Do what?” 

“Worry about things, that haven’t even happened yet. You always do that. Why can’t you just enjoy things as they are from time to time?”

“What do you even mean? There isn’t anything to enjoy. This is an act, you remember? And it will end soon, and then—”

“See? You’re doing it again. You’re so uptight. Just let loose for once and live a little.”

“Excuse me?” you scoff, feeling offended.

“What? It’s true. I can offer you a jacket when you forgot yours and you’d be like ‘don’t do that Jimin, we aren’t actually dating’, or I could pay for food when we’re alone and you’d say ‘stop it Jimin, you’re not actually my boyfriend’, and now I can’t even be liked by your mom without you complaining about her being sad when we eventually break up. It’s annoying. Your mantra is making a mountain out of a molehill.”

“Well, what else do you want me to say? I’m just trying to do the job and stay focused. Stay rational. As we both agreed from the start. I didn’t want my mom to find out about us. That was not part of the deal. Not to forget that it was not necessary for her to ever find out about this in the first place!” Even though you are already boiling with rage, you try to be as discreet as possible and not raise your voice. But it’s hard. It’s so hard right now. 

“I even told you that I did not want my mother to know about it. Several times,” you hiss, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“I know,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “But I just wanted to help. You were complaining about her asking about your friends and stuff earlier, and I thought—”

“You thought just showing up here and pretending to be my boyfriend would magically make it better?” You scoff. “All you have achieved is that you have only made things worse. For you it seems to be the easiest thing in the world to lie to your family, you don't even bat an eye when you do it, but I'm not like that. This fucking sucks, Jimin.”

You cross your arms in front of your chest and stubbornly look out the window without exchanging another word with him. 

It may be childish behavior, but you don't feel like talking to him anymore. Fortunately, he seems to feel the same way, because he also doesn't say a word to you. And so it comes that you both keep silent until your mother comes back from the restroom and directly joyfully continues her previous conversation with Jimin in which he immediately engages without letting on anything.  

And even if your mother doesn’t seem to notice anything, you sure do. Because it is obvious that your words have not left him untouched. 

Hours passed, your Mom has left, and you’re seriously happy you somehow survived the day without any major problems occurring. She bought your little lie and was more than happy to spend the day with not just you, but Jimin as well and it’s eating at you.

It makes you shoot daggers from your eyes into the bathroom door behind which Jimin is just now, a shallow beam of light shooting out from under the door, the only recognizable sign that there is anyone else in the apartment besides you.

To be honest, you’re quite surprised he’s still here. Your mother left fairly late, seeing how she was too engrossed in getting to know your boyfriend and swooning over him. You internally cringe just thinking about it. 

It’s going to be so embarrassing having to explain to her why she won’t ever meet him again. Even if you were able to push it to the back of your mind for the past couple of hours for your Mom's sake, you’re still mad at Jimin for pulling that stunt out of the blue earlier. 

This boy just never stops complicating things for you, and you don’t get why he does the things that he does. 

“So, it’s just you and your mom?” Jimin asks, which is the first thing he does as soon as he comes out of the bathroom and joins you in the kitchen.

You nod, not turning your attention from washing the dishes. Jimin wordlessly grabs a towel to dry up and help you finish sooner. 

“My parents divorced when I was still very young. Haven’t really seen my Dad ever since, but we were never that close anyway, so it’s whatever. I always had a much stronger bond with my mother.”

Jimin hums, thinking for a moment before he speaks again. “Do you miss him sometimes?”

You shrug, taking a brief moment to answer, and Jimin studies the way your brows draw together while you seem deep in thought. He’s afraid he asked too much, scared of being too nosey, but to his relief, you shake your head soon after with your lips forming a small pout. 

“Can’t say that I do,” you say, once again looking at him for just a blink of an eye before turning back to work. “As I said, we were never that close. I barely have any memories of him doing... well, anything with me really. It was always my mom who did the most work which is also why they ended up getting a divorce. He was never much of a father figure anyway.”

“Sounds like you aren’t upset about it,” he wonders, a little surprised by your nonchalant tone. 

You laugh shortly, but to Jimin, it seems genuine, which confuses him even more. Shouldn’t you be hurt or angry? Last time he checked, most people didn’t like their fathers leaving them without a trace. 

“What do you want me to do? Cry about it? Should I curse and insult him?” You joke.

“No, but… don’t you care?”

“I was nine when they split, Jimin,” you explain in a calm, very collected voice with a face showing no trace of any foul emotion. “I had plenty of time to be angry about it when I was younger, but now? I think I can understand him. He wasn’t happy with his life, so he left. Stuff like that happens all the time, and there’s nothing we can do about it. My mom and I managed just fine on our own. Trust me, It’s easier to live your life without someone who doesn’t really want to be in it in the first place. I barely ever saw him after he left, but he made sure to support us financially and he still sends me a card every year on my birthday. Was he a good dad? Hell no, but he did what he could, I guess. Not everyone’s cut out to be a parent.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything after that for a long time. It makes you wonder if you said something wrong.

You didn’t. Jimin just doesn’t really know what to say. You clearly have made your peace with the situation so there isn’t really anything for him to say against it. 

“I guess it probably drew you and your mom even closer,” he suddenly speaks up again. “It’s obvious you guys share a tight bond.”

“We do, and I’m very happy it’s like that,” you smile, not really looking at him as you put away the cups and plates, Jimin has already dried. 

“I’m sorry I made you lie to her,” his voice suddenly appears behind you, sounding a lot smaller and quieter than it usually does. 

You turn around to face him, mustering the look on his face. “Yea, I’m not gonna lie, that really bugs me. Although I’ve kinda been lying to her for the past couple of years now when it comes to me and any social contacts so… I guess it’s not that big of a deal.”

Jimin knows you’re not happy with him right now. Not that you ever are, but this time he really feels bad about it, knowing how uncomfortable you must have felt the whole day. He knows how bad it feels to lie to your family about this kind of thing, but at least he made the decision himself. You didn’t have that luxury, and it’s his fault. It’s not that he meant for you to feel this way, he just didn’t think things through - again. 

“That wasn’t my intention. I honestly just wanted to help but ended up making it worse for you. I’m sorry. Didn’t really think about the consequences,” he apologizes, looking a little embarrassed.

You loudly exhale through your nose, jokingly rolling your eyes at him. “How about you stop trying to help or do things for me?” You suggest, grinning at him slightly. “’Cause honestly, you’re pretty shit at it.”

Jimin purses his lips while slightly nodding his head in agreement. “I might consider it. Can’t really disagree with you here.”

You snort out a laugh and smack him with the towel which makes him laugh as well while he tries to avoid getting hit a second time - without much success. 

“Why did you lie to me that time at my parents’?” Jimin asks, making your head shoot up as soon as he finishes, making it clear you immediately know what he’s talking about even without him having to go into detail. 

You gulp, lowering your head again because looking at him would add another layer of awkwardness right now, and you don’t need that. 

“Yes, I noticed. No, it was not hard to tell you were lying. Not at all,” he adds after a while of you not giving him an answer. 

“It’s not like it would have changed anything,” you scoff. “I was just drunk. Saying and doing things I didn’t mean. And so were you. It didn’t mean anything, so why talk about it?”

Jimin doesn’t instantly say anything to that but he’s watching you intently before shaking his head as he sends an arrogant smirk your way. “You sure about that? Because it didn’t really seem that way when you were—”

“Alright, we get it!“ You interrupt him, knowing exactly what he’s going to say. Turning your back on him, you ignore his mocking laughter. 

“No, but seriously, why are you always so keen on not crossing any boundaries? I understand that our situation is a bit… unusual, and it’s not like I’m asking you to have sex with me, but we can be friends. There is nothing to say against getting along well with each other.” 

Jimin halts for a moment to see if you’re going to contradict, but when he sees no reaction whatsoever on your face, he continues with a sigh. 

“I like teasing you because it’s fun, and you look like a puffer fish when you’re about to snap at me which is a bit cute— however, that doesn’t mean that I don’t like you or that you constantly have to be on edge with me. I’m really trying here. Why can’t I be friendly without you immediately going for my neck?”

Having your arms crossed over your chest, you roll your eyes when he finishes his little speech. “Want to send a little prayer, or are you done?” 

Jimin scoffs at your incapability of being serious, but you think you can see him trying to hide a little smile as he leans against your kitchen counter and sends a defeated look your way. 

“You’re a bit much sometimes, Jimin.” You tell him, being as honest as you can. “Ever since we got into this fake relationship thing, you've been around me constantly. And that can be pretty overwhelming at times.”

“Why? Are you scared you could catch feelings for me?” He smirks, wiggling his brows, obviously back in joking mode, whereas you gulp and shrug your shoulders as your eyes drift from him to the floor.

“Maybe.” It comes out in a small voice, but Jimin still hears you clearly, and it wipes the grin off his face almost instantly.

“Oh.”

“It’s not what you think, Park,” you quickly add, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. “Please don’t get ahead of yourself,” you then scoff, rolling your eyes when his expression tells you he already did have the wrong idea. “At this point, even if I tried to deny it, I just have to accept that I obviously am very desperate, okay?” 

Jimin is frowning now, eyebrows knitted together as he inspects your face.

“Yesterday while shopping, a stranger held the door open for me, and I got flustered and giggled while thanking him. I giggled, Park! I got flustered because a stranger did not slam the door in my face! What is happening to me?”

Jimin doesn’t answer as he bursts into laughter, very visibly amused by your distress, whereas you start to pout, seeing how he doesn’t take you seriously at all. 

“I’m not joking,” you mutter, feeling your ears getting hot. Granted, it does sound pathetic and a little dramatic, you can admit that. But it doesn't change the fact that it is a true story after all. 

“In any case, it's important to me that we maintain a certain distance. When all this is over, we’ll just go back to being strangers anyway,” you shrug, getting back to work and putting some of the dishes back into the cupboards.

Jimin’s laughter has died down. Your words were pretty harsh and Jimin knows you didn't mean it sarcastically either. Even though your way of being straightforward and always honest with him is something he really admires and likes about you since it’s refreshing, it can be just as hurtful sometimes. 

He knows that you don't do it on purpose because you want to hurt him but because it's your way. It honestly took some getting used to on his part, but he thinks he can manage by now. 

And still, when you say stuff like that and then act as if nothing happened, it pisses him off. 

“You were wrong by the way,” his voice suddenly interrupts the silence you were about to enjoy, and you turn back around to face him again, not quite knowing what he means.

“I don’t enjoy lying to my family. And it’s not easy for me either.”

His voice is calm and collected, and his eyes do not stray from you which allows you to see the disenchantment in them again, just like you did earlier. You’re struck with a pang of guilt when you notice it, feeling bad about never being able to shut your damn mouth, especially in the heat of a moment.

You didn’t mean it like that when you accused him of that. It was just the frustration and anger getting the best of you, and you regretted your words as soon as they left your lips. There is no doubt that he loves and respects his family very much, and you should not have said something like that. Especially since you aren't any better. You have been lying to your mother for years, inventing friends and stories that don't exist only because you’re ashamed to tell her who you actually are.

“I know. I didn’t have the right to say that to you. Not in my position,” you scoff at your own stupidity and shake your head as you feel a headache coming up. 

“Well, you have every right to be mad at me. We did talk about our families before, and you told me more than once that you wouldn’t want her to find out, so yea… that’s completely on me again. I can see how that would make you mad.”

You purse your lips and muster him slightly. “See? This is literal proof that you are in fact, able to have clear thoughts so why don’t you ever decide to think before you act?” You then ask, smirking a little. 

After that, the atmosphere between you starts to be a little lighter again, and it is very much appreciated by both of you. 

Without any more words, he quickly helps you put away the rest of the washed dishes and then announces that he is slowly making his way home.

“Your mom is very nice by the way, and she cares about you a lot,” he says while putting his jacket on while on his way to your door. “She would understand. I’m about 99% sure she wouldn’t judge or blame you.”

You of course know what he’s digging at, but there is one thing you don’t quite understand. 

“Who said anything about her judging me?”

Jimin offers you a kind smile while his hand already goes for the knob on your front door to open it. 

“We’re not that different, you know, babygirl?” 

And with a last obnoxious wink, he walks out, wishing you a good night without actually turning around to look at you again. 

You keep standing there a little dumbfounded for a while, looking after him until he’s gone around a corner and you can’t see him anymore before you frown and scoff, closing your door. 

“We are very much different, Park Jimin.”

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Hiii how are you?? I hope you're well...were you on spring break?

I was! I had fun. The weather was nice except on Thursday 😭 but it's all good now! I feel so much better taking a break from writing too. I feel refreshed!

hii!! so so sorry for seeing this just now i didn't get the notification 😭😭 i'm okay! how are you? sadly i don't have spring breaks 🥲 didn't even have a winter break because of exams.

i'm so happy to hear that you're doing good!! the weather is really getting nice now, im so glad it's getting warmer. love the winter but i don't like the cold 🥶

please remember to drink enough water and eat in time 😊 take short breaks from time to time when it feels like it's getting overwhelming, you're your own first priority