Im Really Happy With You

I’m really happy with you

Hyungwon x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: Even Hyungwon, who is not very affectionate, sometimes needs to show his love for you.

A/N:this came so randomly to me, idk i can see hyungwon not being realy affectionate all the time but sometimes he would go all fluffy

Word count: 286

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You watched him walking around the kitchen humming, a small smile on his face, as he pulled out some ingredients to make dinner.

“What’s up with you today?” You said with a laugh and Hyungwon turned momentarily to look at you, his soft expression never leaving, before turning back to cooking.

“What’s up with me today?” He said in a sing song voice and you giggled.

“You are so... I don’t know... light, today. You’re smiling and you seem content, did something happen at work?” You asked curious and he walked past you to get something from the cupboard behind you, giving you a small peck before going back to what he was doing.

“Okay there is definitely something wrong with you” you joked and Hyungwon grinned.

“Why? Just because I’m in a good mood and I like to kiss my girlfriend?” He laughed out and took out plates, placing them on the table.

You took out two forks and two knives and then two glasses for water and he moved the pan on the table.

Before he could sit down, you approached him and he opened his arms for you to hug him and you didn’t miss the opportunity. He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you closer and gave you a forehead kiss, before burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“I am really happy with you” he whispered and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

“I’m really happy with you too” you softly replied, pulling away and he lowered his head to softly connect your lips.

“Let’s go eat and watch a movie?” He asked and you nodded giving him once more kiss, before sitting down with him to eat.

“Stay away from Jungkook”

Jungkook x reader 

Warnings: just a few cuss words

Summary: You really liked Jungkook, but his friends didn't seem to approve of you. Jungkook got fed up with their behavior and stood up for you, as he really liked you too.

Word count: 865

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Falling for Jungkook was probably the dumbest thing I’ve done in my whole life. Jungkook and his bandmates are really close, to the point where they’re practically family. Which is nice, to know that these people always have his back, but at the same time, it’s not that much of a good thing. Exactly because of this, becoming his friend is hard, especially if the rest are not too fond of you. 

Jungkook loves video editing, but was introduced to this photography class through Taehyung. Taehyung never paid any attention to me, until Jungkook started attending this class and we became friends.

A few months ago, I was assigned to do a group project with Jungkook, where we decided to trade styles, dressed as each other and did some photoshoots. I  met Jungkook at his dorm and had a lot of fun during the photoshoot and we slowly became friends.

Taehyung’s glare was piercing through my skull, as Jungkook and I were commenting on some new projects, Jungkook mostly complaining about who he got paired with, while I didn’t dare to speak, because I was paired with Taehyung.

“Well, at least I’ll see you this weekend, if you meet with Taehyung, so it won’t be completely ruined by Kwangsoo.” (Yes, the same name as in Forbidden Love with Taehyung, part 1 link here)

“Yeah, oh man you weren’t so lucky this time, but at least one of us was, I’m sure we’ll work well with Taehyung. Anyway, I have to go now, so I’ll see you?” I added with a giggle, momentarily turning to look at Taehyung’s disgusted face and turned back to Jungkook again.

“Of course! Goodbye (y/n)!” He said and quickly hugged me goodbye, Taehyung not even offering me his hand for a handshake. Ugh things will be hard this weekend.

Later that day, I received a message from Taehyung’s number simply stating we could meet that Saturday in the afternoon, not even asking me if I’m free then.

I replied with a simple ‘okay’ not even bothering trying to be nice to him. Sadly, Jungkook and Kwangsoo would also meet then, but not at the dorm, so that meant I couldn’t see Jungkook.

Houston, we have a problem.

I was greeted in by, not Taehyung, but a shorter guy, who I recognized as Jimin, who as soon as he saw me, grimaced, but opened the door for me to get in.

I slipped off of my shoes, putting them in a corner with some other shoes and turned to look at Jimin, but he was nowhere to be seen. Another man, taller than the previous guy, really stylish, big smile, walked out of a room and walked towards me. His smile slowly being replaced with a cringe.This must be Hoseok, based on Jungkook’s description of him.

He quietly took a pair of shoes and walked out the door. How can Jungkook, the sweetest boy in the world, live with these people?

First Taehyung, then the short guy and then the stylish one and I have just met 3 of his 6 bandmates.

Finally Taehyung walked out of a room and caught my eye. He just nodded upwards in a way to greet me and pointed at the room, silently inviting me in. I walked to the room, facing the floor.

The door closed behind me, only Taehyung, Jimin and me in the room.

“Hi?” I let out in a squeaky voice, Jimin’s eyebrow raised and Taehyung sighed.

“Listen here, you,” Jimin one said, obviously not even caring to know my name.

“(y/n)” I cut him off and he sighed.

“I don’t care. I only wanna say one thing and I’ll leave you two to work. I don’t want you anywhere near Jungkook unless necessary, do you understand me?” He dared to let out and didn’t even bother letting me talk, before waving his hand dismissively and walking out of the room.

“Excuse me? Taehyung, what is going on?” I asked completely dumbfounded.

“You heard him. We don’t want you close to Jungkook unless necessary and it’s final.” He stated and turned to his camera.

“What? What did I even do to you? If Jungkook wants me around, then that’s all that matters!” And suddenly the thought of Jungkook, not actually wanting to be friends with me crossed my mind, breaking my heart.

“Jungkook doesn’t know shit. I know what you are and I know that a snake like you shouldn’t be around him. Stay away from Jungkook. Now let’s just work on this project and get over with it.” He changed the subject, obviously not knowing how to justify his words.

Taehyung and I worked quietly the whole time, giving each other orders here and there and soon we were done.

I have to tell Jungkook about this. Or not?

I texted Jungkook a plain “we need to talk” text and ignored his replies. He was probably so confused.

We met the next day over at his dorm. I had forgotten to tell him that I didn’t want the others around, so when I showed up, the stylish and smiley guy frowned again, but opened the door for me. Jungkook was in their living room, he greeted me with a little wave and a big smile.

Along with him, in the living room, were Jimin and two other guys, I hadn’t met yet, who I recognized as Jin and Namjoon.

To my extremely bad luck, Taehyung was also there.

“What are you doing here?” His voice boomed through the room, Jungkook turning to look at him confused.

“What is going on here, Taehyung?” Namjoon asked.

“I told you to stay away.” Taehyung ignored his hyung’s question.

“Taehyung, Namjoon asked you something and you’re supposed to answer. What is going on?” Jin said and Taehyung finally turned to look at them.

“I don’t want her here. In case you haven’t realized, this is (y/n)” He said and suddenly the man’s expression changed.

“Oh, so you’re (y/n)…” Jin trailed off, with a disgusted look all over his face.

“Um, can someone explain?” Jungkook suddenly spoke up.

“She has to leave. We’re sorry Jungkook, but you should stay away from her.” Namjoon said.

“What? You too? What the fuck did I do to you?” I was fuming with anger by this point. Jin’s tongue clicked after I cursed.

“Um, why is everyone so rude to (y/n)?” Jungkook’s small voice was heard.

“Jungkook you shouldn’t be kind to snakes like her.” Jimin said like a little devil on his shoulder.

“What the fuck? I’m right here!” I whined and Taehyung clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“Just leave and never talk to Jungkook again.” Jimin said and Jungkook looked hurt.

“No, I want to be friends with (y/n). You can’t tell me what to do!” Jungkook whined and walked to my side, pulling me close to him.

“Jungkook, we know what’s right for you, we’re family, we wouldn’t ever want to hurt you! Listen to us!” Jimin approached Jungkook placing a hand on his shoulder but Jungkook shrugged it off.

“I know (y/n). She’s a fun person and I really like her. You can’t take her away from me!” Jungkook whined, but when he realized what he said his eyes widened.

A small smile was formed in everyone’s face and Jungkook turned to me.

“I mean…I... I...” He trailed off, “Do you like me, Jungkook?” I asked and he nodded. “I like you too. For quite a long time to be honest.” Jungkook smiled so big and opened his arms to wrap me in a hug, before we got interrupted.

“What??? (y/n) is here? No, you’re a snake leave!” A loud voice was heard and Hoseok walked in, a small smile on his face.

“Hoseok hyung, you ruined it!” Taehyung whined.

“I’m sorry, I told you I can’t act!” Hoseok pouted

“You were already late. Forget it, you ruined their moment now.” Namjoon sighed

“Um, what?” Jungkook turned to his hyungs, forgetting about out moment.

“We’re sorry Jungkook, we just had realized you two liked each other and wanted to help you. Well, prank you first and then help you.” Jin admitted.

Jungkook and I blushed, before turning to look at each other.

“I really like you.” Jungkook stated, his arms coming around my waist, his nose touching mine.

“I like you too.” I said and Hoseok whined. “Just kiss already.”

Jungkook blushed, but turned his head to the side, softly connecting our lips. I smiled into the kiss, moving my mouth against his. I placed my hand on the back of his head, playing with his hair and pulling him closer.

Yoongi walked then in and let a small ‘oh’ out.

“Am I too late for our prank?”

“Do you even like me?”

(kinda fuckboy!)Bambam x reader 

Genre: angst? idek it’s not that sad but it’s not fluff

Warnings: curses here and there? but not something too much

Summary: But, why does it feel as if Bambam doesn't even have actual feelings for you, even if you're dating?

Word count: 678

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"Can you at least pretend to have some feelings for me?" You snapped at Bambam and he turned to look at you with a confused expression.

"Where does this come from all of a sudden?" He asked you while placing his phone on the coffee table giving you his undivided attention. You sighed and sat on the couch, Bambam turning his body towards you.

"Why are you so emotionless?" You spoke up and your boyfriend looked taken aback." What do you mean emotionless?" He asked, clearly confused at your sudden outburst.

"Do you even like me?" You asked and Bambam scoffed. “Are you serious? If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be dating."

"I know but you seem to only..."

"To only, what? Say what you wanna say." His slight irritation made you wince.

"Do you like like me? I know I don’t have the body of a goddess, but you clearly seem to only be with me because you wanna fuck someone and I seem to do the work good enough for you." You finally said, staring right into his eyes expecting an explanation or him showing his feelings finally, but you didn’t get what you expected as a reaction.

"What? This is ridiculous. I'm not having this conversation." He stated, throwing his hands in the air and then reached for his phone and unlocked it.

"Stop being stubborn and talk about it!" You raised your voice wanting to grab his attention again and he raised an eyebrow your way. "You're being childish" he said, his attention still on his phone as he typed something.

"I'm really serious about this. In every other relationship I was, we both knew, that in order for it to work, we had to talk about our feelings and whatever is bothering us." You let out and that set him off. Maybe you shouldn't have mentioned your previous relationships.

"Previous relationships? That clearly didn't seem to work, or you would be married now or whatever. Are you fucking serious?" He stood up letting his phone fall on the couch and unlucky for him he had left it unlocked. You momentarily glanced at it, he had been texting someone with heart emojis. He followed your gaze and quickly reached for his phone to lock it and stared at you with wide eyes.

"It obviously seems like this won’t work either." You let out and also stood up. "I'll be going then." You said and reached for your jacket.

"You're breaking up with me?" He asked watching you collect your things. "It seems like I am." You coldy replied and he nodded walking towards the door along with you. He leaned against it watching you put your jacket on and pulling out your phone and your earphones.

"It was nice while it lasted" he quietly let out, looking away and you sighed. "Until all this, yes, it was." You replied. "I like you, just so you know, but I guess it would be hard for us to work this through and we better stop before this gets too deep and we get hurt." He said and you nodded.

"I want us to keep contact with each other" you carefully let out and it was your turn to look away and his turn to sigh.

Without thinking, he softly placed his hands on your cheeks connecting your lips for one last kiss. Your lips moved against each other's as you placed your hands on his chest and his one hand wrapped around your middle. If all this hadn't happened, his hand would be on your ass, exactly the reason why you had started to think he is dating you because he only wants to fuck with you.

You separated and he sighed once again, his hand still on your cheek, his thumb stroking it. "Let's be friends. I don’t want us to not speak again." He said and you nodded, giving him one last peck and his palm fell from your face. You opened the door, leaving the house, his eyes following you until you were gone.

“Excuse me, I’m her boyfriend”

Jealous Jackson x reader

Warning:none

Genre:Funny

(g/f/n)= guy friend name

Word count: 417

Summary: Dating Jackson can be... wild. Sometimes he's quick to act impulsively but, like he says, at least he looks good with his shirt off.

A/N: I can actually see this happening

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“Holy shit, (y/n) is that you?” A voice was heard from behind me.  “Oh my god, (g/f/n)?” I was so shocked to see my childhood best friend at the mall.

“How have you been? Wow, you’re so pretty but you lost some weight, are you healthy? Are you working somewhere? Have you met anyone special? Wow your hair is great, how are you always so pretty.” He said. “You’re like an angel.” He added and I giggled, being used to his comments, but there was someone who wasn’t really used to them. Jackson.

Jackson creeped up behind me, staring at my friend, who shot him a confused look.

“Hi, may we help you?” He asked kindly. “Ah, this is my boyfriend Jackson. Baby, this is my childhood friend, (g/f/n)” I introduced the two, completely oblivious to Jackson’s jealousy.

“It’s nice to meet you. Anyways (y/n), how about I take you out to eat sometime, huh?” My friend winked and I swear I heard Jackson whine behind me.

“Um excuse me, I’m her boyfriend!” He whined, waving his hands in front of my friends face.

“Yes, honey I got that, but you’re kinda interrupting me here. Sweetheart, what do you think?” (g/f/n) completely dismissed Jackson.

“Um what? (Y/n), tell him, I’m your boyfriend, I’m right here!” Jackson whined.

“Yes, baby, he’s not stupid he got that.” I said and turned to my friend. “Of course, are you free tomorrow?” I asked and Jackson was shocked for some reason.

“What? Hello! I’m Jackson, your boyfriend, her boyfriend, you can’t just ignore me, you can’t call her angel and sweetheart, she’s mine, you can’t go out together, not tomorrow!” He whined, turning his head to look at both of us and we where so confused.

“Jackson, what is going on, why are you acting like this?” I asked.

“Excuse me, guys, who are you?” A man appeared from behind us.

“Ah, love, this is my childhood friend (y/n) and her boyfriend and right now he’s throwing a tantrum like a baby, aren’t they cute?” my friend said to, who I assumed was his boyfriend.

“Aw, nice to meet you, honey, he talks about you quite a lot. I’m Kwangsoo.” (yes, the same name from Stay away from Jungkook and Forbidden love)

“We should probably go, darling, we don’t have much time.” Kwangsoo said and (g/f/n) gave me his number so we could meet tomorrow.

“Um, Jackson care to explain your behavior?” I asked, now knowing fully well what was going on with him.

“I might act childish sometimes, but at least, I look good with my shirt off.”

Elevator girl

Minhyuk x reader

Ongshimi/Ongsimi inspired (seriously how do you spell the romanization?)

Warning:none

Genre: comedy

A/N: I loved this mv so much, it’s so minhyukieee

Summary: Minhyuk can be so wild when shooting his new mv, but for some weird reason, you lowkey find him attractive.

Word count: 1.3k (1367)

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“Wooo play the song already” Minhyuk’s cheery voice echoed in the hallway and the directors chuckled at his tipsy state.

The music was loud and Minhyuk’s body immediately reacted to the music as he started doing his weird hand movements.

The shooting was going smoothly, until, the doors of the elevator opened, the figure that appeared from the inside startling him a little, his dance moves stopping immediately. He motioned to the unknown woman to pass. The woman hesitated a little, but started walking quickly, once she noticed she had interrupted his shooting. Minhyuk took a look at her as she left and stepped towards the directors to check what they had recorded until then.

“Let’s add this, it’s funny,” Minhyuk smiled while watching the part with the ‘elevator girl’, the name he gave to the unknown woman.

“But we can’t have her in the video, especially without her permission and…” One of the directors trailed off, but Minhyuk just chuckled before replying, “Cut it, right before she appears.” and the directors nodded.

Minhyuk and Jooheon continued their shooting outside of the hotel, in a lot of different places in the big city. They soon finished the shooting, only the editing part was left until they could finally share the song with the world. They thanked the directors and walked back to their hotel rooms.

Minhyuk had too much energy to go to sleep after shooting, since he had drank a little more afterwards and was excited about finally getting to release his song. So he sneakily ‘stole’ one of the cameras and started shooting some clips on his own, in the hallway outside his room.

He kept walking around, slowly becoming dizzy from spinning and walking backwards, that he ended up knocking his head on a wall and he fell on his butt. Minhyuk sat on the floor rubbing his forehead mumbling small ‘ow’s.

On the other side of the wall that he had just walked face first into, there was a room and the person in the room heard the sound and slightly opened the door to check what had happened.

Minhyuk heard the sound of the door opening and turned his head to look at the source of it. The ‘elevator girl’ appeared in front of him and he looked at her, shocked. Even in his state, he managed to recognize her.

The woman’s eyes widened at the scene in front of her, but she quickly collected herself before speaking up.

“Are you alright?” She asked the man, her voice sounding so lovely to Minhyuk’s ears.

“Are you the elevator girl?” Minhyuk let out excitedly and the woman shot him a confused look.

“Am I who?” She tilted her head to the side and Minhyuk let out a long ‘awww’ sound.

“You’re like a puppy. Elevator puppy. Ele-puppy. Puppy-vator. El Puppo, Pup-” “Enough.” The woman cut him off, her hand on his mouth to get him to stop talking.

“Are you drunk? Where is your room?” She asked and Minhyuk shot her a teasing dirty look.

“Why? What do you wanna do to me? Hmm?”

“What? No, you’re really drunk, I just want to walk you to your room to make sure you don’t knock your head again.” She said and Minhyuk smiled slowly standing up.

“You’re kind, elevator girl, pup-elator, haha it sounds like escalator or alligator.” He let out and started skipping towards his room, the woman following behind to make sure he wouldn’t get hurt.

“Ahhh, my house. I live here.” Minhyuk giggled and the woman chuckled shaking her head.

“Do you have a phone?” Minhyuk randomly asked.

“Um, yeah? Doesn’t everybody?” she let out clearly confused.

“Give me your phone.” Minhyuk demanded, sticking his hand out, opening and closing his palm.

“What? Why would I-” “So I can call you.” Minhyuk winked and the woman felt her heartbeat increasing. She had already noticed how handsome the man was, even in his dumb yellow suit.

“Come on, give it!” He whined and the woman sighed.

Minhyuk started to type his number, but forgot it after the first three digits, so he handed his phone to her. She typed her phone number and Minhyuk added her to his contacts as ‘elevator girl’. He had tried to put the rest of the nicknames he had made up, but the woman told him that ‘elevator girl’ was enough.

Minhyuk giggled and blew her a hand kiss, before getting in his room leaving the woman blushing.

The next morning, Minhyuk was the woman’s first thought and she low-key hoped to see him in the hotel’s dining area.

She put some food on her plate walking around the buffet, but then, she bumped into a taller figure. Her eyes widened as she was, again, faced with the same man from yesterday.

“Hi,” She shyly let out and the man shot her a confused look.

“You are… Oh my god…” Realization was written all over Minhyuk’s face and he started blushing.

“I’m really sorry about yesterday, I drank a little because I was excited and-” “It’s okay, really.” The woman cut him off as soon as he started apologizing.

“Did I do or say anything inappropriate to you?” He asked terrified of the answer.

“No, but you thought I was suggesting inappropriate things to you.” The woman chuckled and Minhyuk looked down, avoiding her gaze, as he let out a long groan.

“Jooheon shouldn’t have let me drink.” He whispered out.

“I’m, again, really sorry for everything I said to you. I hope you can forgive me and not think I’m a perverted weirdo.” Minhyuk said and looked hopefully at the woman.

“It’s fine, you’re not the first drunk I encounter and I’ve seen worse than you walking face first into the wall or calling me… puppy-vator or whatever.” She giggled and Minhyuk’s eyes widened.

“Oh, so this is what all the weird things in my notes were…” He let out without thinking and the woman laughed.

“Minhyuk, what is taking you so-” A voice was heard from behind him.

“Hello?” The man that the voice belonged to, said to the unknown woman and turned to look at Minhyuk.

“Is everything alright here?” he asked, confused at the scene in front of him. Minhyuk nodded and turned to look at the woman.

“Do you want to join us for breakfast? I would really like to show you my sober self and erase every memory of me being drunk from your mind.” Minhyuk asked her and Jooheon tilted his head, his expression a mix of sleepy and confused.

“Of course, though the erasing my memories part is most likely not gonna happen. You were too fun.” She let out a giggle and Minhyuk groaned and started walking towards a table.

“Oh, by the way, what is your name, elevator girl?” Minhyuk asked, a confused Jooheon following behind them.

“It’s (y/n).” The woman replied and Minhyuk smiled. “I’m Minhyuk.” He stuck out his hand for her to shake and then he turned to his friend. “This is my friend Jooheon, who, as you can see, is clearly confused.” Minhyuk jokingly let out and sat opposite from the woman.

“Nice to meet you, but, can you two explain to me what is going on?” Jooheon munched on his breakfast as the two started explaining how they met, Minhyuk blushing the whole time.

The three continued talking, until (y/n) had to leave.

“I would really love to meet you again sometime, so would you like to give me your phone number?” Minhyuk shyly asked but received a laugh in return. He shot her a confused look and she laughed even more, Minhyuk’s face was red from embarrassment.

“You already have my phone number, silly. Just search for the ‘elevator girl’, unless you later changed the name.” She said and Minhyuk took out his phone and found the contact.

“It was really nice meeting you, Minhyuk, call me when you have time.” (y/n) said and blew him a hand kiss before turning around and walking away with her stuff, leaving a blushing Minhyuk behind, exactly how he did the previous night.

“See you soon, elevator girl.” He said to practically no one.

It was like fate

Warning: None, just feels

Genre: Angst (?) and a lil fluff (?)

yoongi x reader but they’re not dating 

Summary: Yoongi's day couldn't seem to stop getting worse and worse. However, he got to meet you, a kind and understanding stranger and suddenly his day didn't seem to be so bad after all.

A/N: i mean, shouldn’t we all prefer to be best friends with BTS, instead of being their girl/boyfriends?

Word count: 932

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2015

Yoongi’s day was supposed to go as usual. He would wake up, go to work, work until really late, go back home, sleep and then all over again.

Though, it wasn’t exactly how things went for him.

First, he spilled his coffee all over him on his way to work, his white shirt having a big dark brown spot on it.

Then, his computer got a virus and he almost lost everything, including the latest album they were preparing so hard with his members.

Later, a speaker in their practice room somehow caught fire, ruining the mirror, filling the whole room with smoke.

And as if he thought it couldn’t go worse, he lost the last bus, so he had to walk home at 3 AM. He walked quickly, passing the empty streets without looking for cars, knowing nobody would be driving this late.

But, to his terrible luck, as he was passing a small street, a big car appeared from his left.

Yoongi’s memories from the car accident he was in before his debut, filled his mind, making him paralyzed on that spot. He stood there watching the car come closer, not even moving an inch to avoid it.

The driver hit the brakes as hard as they could, stopping right in front of Yoongi, but not hitting him.

Yoongi fell to the ground, trying not to think about his past, but his demons were still there. He started breathing hard, he knew he was safe, but his mind kept replaying the images of his past. He could still feel the terrible pain on his shoulder.

The unknown driver quickly came out of the car and kneeled next to undamaged Yoongi.

“Sir, are you okay? Did I hit you? Oh my god, should I take you to a hospital?” The woman asked, but received no response other than groans of pain.

“Sir? Oh my god. I’m so stupid.” She said getting up and pulling out her phone, but before she could call, Yoongi’s hand grabbed her ankle gently.

“You didn’t hit me.” He groaned out. “Please help me up.” He looked at the woman with pleading eyes, the woman hesitated, but put her phone in her pocket and offered her hand to him.

Yoongi got up, and leaned on the unknown woman’s car, to support himself.

“I’m really sorry, sir, I was going too fast, I didn’t expect anyone to be awake and out in the streets this late.” The woman apologized and Yoongi turned his head slowly to look at her. Her worried expression was genuine, a small smile forming on Yoongi’s face.

“No, I wasn’t paying attention, I’m sorry I made you worried, but I’m fine, you can go.” Yoongi replied and woman shook her head.

“No, are you sure you don’t need to be taken to a hospital? You seem hurt. Is your shoulder okay?” She said and touched his shoulder, making Yoongi wince from the sudden contact.

“I was hurt in the past, another car accident, but I’m not hurt now, please don’t worry about me.” Yoongi explained, looking anywhere but the young woman.

“It was scary right?” She said breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“Yes. Really. I thought I lost everything then.” Yoongi said, not even knowing why he opened up to a stranger but something was telling him to do so.

The woman offered him to go to a 24 hour café she knew was somewhere near, because her friend was working there, Yoongi agreed and got in the car with the woman.

“It seems like your day was terrible today.” She pointed out, while driving, leaving Yoongi confused.

“How do you…?” He trailed off, staring at the side of her face.

“You have a coffee stained shirt, you smell like smoke from fire and almost got in a car accident. Also, I saw you when you lost the bus and you looked really stressed.” She explained and Yoongi was shocked.

He explained everything to her, while they grabbed a coffee but he offered to go sit at a nearby park and not the café her friend was working at. The woman agreed and the both sat on a bench, Yoongi talking about his day, the woman listening to everything he said, her whole attention on him.

“You know….” Yoongi trailed off realizing he didn’t even know the woman’s name.

“It’s (y/n)” The woman said and Yoongi tasted the name on his tongue.

“Wow, this is a beautiful name.” He said and blushed at how cheesy that sounded.

“Yes, I get that a lot, but thank you.” The woman giggled.

They stayed at the park until dawn, neither of them even realizing how quickly the time was passing. They exchanged numbers promising each other they would meet again.

(Y/n) dropped Yoongi off at his dorm, the members not even realizing he was missing, being used to him working until late.

Yoongi fell asleep with a smile on his face that night and so did (y/n).

Ever since then, they met when things got hard, and became each other’s mental support.

Almost every day they exchanged good morning and good night texts, along with the occasional good luck Yoongi received before a live or an award show. They always made time for each other, not making their friendship known to anyone, but Yoongi’s bandmates.

That’s how their strong friendship started building. It was like fate wanted them to finally meet. They had already realized by then, that they were practically each other’s platonic soulmates. They loved each other, in a friendly way and kept it that way.