All That Glitters | Jimin X Reader

All That Glitters | Jimin x Reader

Pairing: Soft(ish) Yandere Jimin x  Reader 

Word Count: 19k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Murder, Blood, Abandonment Issues, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jimin), Tsundere Reader, Insinuation of Smut (It’s spicy just not very descriptive),Bullying 

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: With the sudden news that you are set to inherit a fortune after the passing of a distant relative you are ready to become an heiress. The only problem is that there is a clause in the contract: in order to receive your inheritance you must be married. So, who better to marry than your high school stalker?

A/N: It’s 3 in the morning and I’m exhausted. This is still the condensed version of the fic. I should have just made it a two part series. Let me know if you would prefer I cut this fic in half and post them as two parts, whatever is more digestible. THIS IS UNEDITED - I will edit it today after I get some sleep so please bare with me and the most likely embarrassing grammar mistakes. Okay, I love you, I can’t wait to see you in the comments and my inbox 💜💜💜

Note: It is not specified where the fic takes place, the school system suggests South Korea but the MC’s job suggests America (the job is a vent piece about my old job) so let’s pretend this stupid car wash chain exists in SK 😂

You let out a deep, tired sigh as you toed your shoes off. Everything was hurting from the arches of your feet to the bend of your shoulders. 

Each day had become utterly boring and utterly the same. It had been another long day of work, longer than you had ever imagined in your youth. When you were younger you had expected so much more of yourself. You had thought by now, at the ripe age of twenty-six, you would have had a high power career, an apartment with a view of the city, and perhaps a boyfriend…or two. 

But life had punched you square in the gut and body slammed you with a reality check. You had spent four years in undergrad slowly accumulating mass amounts of student debt before deciding you hadn’t had enough and wasted four more years in graduate school. You had been lulled into a false sense of comfort. All your life you had been told that you were to go to college, get a degree, and then get a “real” job. You had been dismayed to learn that despite all of your efforts you never secured a job for yourself after graduation. 

In fact, even now you didn’t have the job you had worked so hard for. Instead, you were busting your ass working a minimum wage job catering to ungrateful customers who had been fortunate enough to enter the job market twenty or even thirty years before you who all believed that they deserved your undivided attention and service. 

You were just barely managing nowadays. Your apartment was more of a closet than an apartment. Everything was confined to one room, kitchen, dining, and bedroom, all except for the bathroom. You had a faucet that never stopped leaking and the oddest stains on the wall that you refused to question anymore. To put it plain and simple, you were fucking miserable. 

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━━ LOVE TALK.

❛ i mean, i want to eat your pussy? you know, give you... oral sex? ❜

━ PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader.

━ RATING: +18

━ GENRE: smut, fluff, tiniest bit of angst.

━ AU: established relationship, pwp.

━ CONTENT: oral sex (f. receiving), dirty talk, praise, fingering, teeny tiniest bit of overstimulation, very inexperienced and painfully shy!oc, pussy eating enthusiast!jk.

━ WORD COUNT: 3,1k.

━ NOTE: this was my first request :’) i don’t remember much, but it was specified that oc had to be very inexperienced and awkward, so if you don’t like that, KEEP IT TO YOUR DAMN SELF. i kinda like her, i wanna protecc. OKAY KOONIGHT ANGELS~♡

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It’s your typical Sunday night-in with Jungkook; you lie in bed covered by blankets and resting on too many pillows watching whatever movie, tv-show or anime one of you chose. To be quite frank, you never pay too much attention to the anime Jungkook picks, not because he has bad taste or anything, but because everything happens so fast you can’t even begin to process what’s going on. Still, when it comes to anime, you always let Jungkook choose, no matter how many times he says you can read the descriptions and pick one yourself. You don’t care if you don’t understand the animes he likes, not when he can’t spend more than thirty seconds without chiming in an excited commentary about it; you act as if it annoys you, of course, but sometimes you think that it is the best part of spending your Sunday nights with him.

Surprisingly, Jungkook is pretty silent tonight, but you don’t question him or think too much of it because finally, finally, you’re watching an anime that you can sort of understand. This time, you’re the one who is so immersed in the story that you don’t even realize you’re the only one paying attention, too focused on watching in horror how the lanky, awkward main character turns into a cynical psychopath splashing blood everywhere as he takes his revenge on every single person that ever crossed him. With your heartbeat ringing in your ears, you cover your eyes and peek through the space you left between them while you wait for the scene to be over; you were never a big fan of gore.

The bed dips next to you, distracting you for a hot second before you assume it’s just Jungkook trying to get into a more comfortable position, so you don’t give it much thought and focus on the show again, but your eyes betray you once again when, out of the corner of your eye, you see Jungkook staring at you, his face slightly illuminated by the screen of his laptop.

You jump and let out a comical squeak when Jungkook’s warm hand pushes yours away from your face. One of his slender fingers lifts your chin and tilts your head, leaving you both staring at each other face to face. You look back at him with curiosity, raising your eyebrows as if to silently question his actions, but you only get the same silence and a dreamy smile in return.

“You’re so fucking cute,” he whispers, his eyes sparkling under the artificial light.

You groan and roll your eyes at him, opting to look down at his chest in hopes he doesn’t notice how quickly four words and a faint smile from him can affect you. “I was paying attention, you ass.”

"No, no, I noticed!" he says with a mischievous edge on his voice. You huff in mock offense, pouting when he leans down and press a fleeting kiss on the corner of your mouth. "But wouldn't you rather I gave you all my attention instead?"

Oh no, that's his bedroom voice.

A tiny and stubborn whimper escapes your parted lips despite you trying to suppress it. You begin to panic. You still don't get what exactly it is that Jungkook sees in you; you never got out of the shy and awkward phase from your teenage years; you still laugh, involuntarily, like a small child whenever he flirts with you; you don't know how to flirt back, even worse, you don’t even know how to woo him with your best assets that took way longer to appear than they did to your friends.

You just don’t get it, but no matter how you see yourself, Jungkook has always looked at you like you’re the only thing he desires.

You snap out of your thoughts when you notice him staring at your lips and you mimic his actions, looking at his parted lips before you give in to the heaviness of your eyelids, closing your eyes and waiting for him to take the first step as he always eagerly does. But seconds pass and his lips never meet yours, causing you to release the breath you were holding in and leaving you embarrassed when he kisses your cheek instead.

You open your eyes and let out another groan, this time out of pure exasperation, half-heartedly hitting his chest as he laughs at your expense.

"If you want a kiss that bad, you have to come and get it," he teases. "I'm not going to kiss you unless you do it first."

You huff, knowing damn well he’d never give in to you, so you let out a shaky breath and cup his cheeks in your hands, feeling the barely-there stubble tickling your palms. Jungkook waits patiently, staring back at you with challenging yet welcoming eyes as yours take one last look at his lips before you close them and press your lips against his in a chaste kiss.

His hands rest on your lower back and press you tightly against his hard body, moving his lips against yours and swallowing your ragged breaths. His tongue licks your bottom lip and bites down on it gently, sucking it and then licking the flesh to soothe the bite, inviting you to open your mouth for him.

He pushes your hair away from your neck and rubs your soft skin before letting his hand fall to your waist, squeezing it through your shirt and using his grip to grind your body against his. You’re so lost in the kiss that you barely noticed when his hand moved from your waist, gasping into his mouth as his hand cups your breast and squeezes it gently.

“Jungkook,” you call out his name in a whimper. “What—"

"I want to make you feel good," he purrs in your ear, his hand leaving your chest and resting on your neck. You know that he is giving you time to decide whether to consent or not this time as well. "Is that okay with you? Do you want to?"

His eyes, though hooded and dark, never leave yours. Jungkook has never pressured you into doing something you don’t want to, much less coercing you to do something he wants but you don’t.

You nod your head and let out a small yes, closing your eyes and as he tilts your head to nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck. He breathes in your scent and presses his tongue against your skin, licking a fat stripe before closing his mouth and sucking a small, painless bruise on it. You feel your underwear sticking to your folds, you're so wet you should be ashamed.

Abruptly, Jungkook detaches himself from your neck and slams his laptop shut before pushing it away. He turns his attention back to you and pushes your inner thigh with the back of his hand to position himself between your legs, covering your body with his. His strong hands help you settle your head on the pillows, the hard bulge in his sweatpants unintentionally grinding against your crotch, making you moan at the sweet friction of the head of his cock nudging your clit.

You wonder if Jungkook can feel how wet you are. You find it embarrassing knowing your soaked panties are staining the crotch of his sweatpants, but Jungkook looks at you with so much lust that the shame turns into excitement in a matter of seconds.

He presses his forehead against yours, his eyes pleading with yours to keep looking at him. You smile, endeared by his sparkling doe eyes, but you flinch as a reflex seconds later when his hand cups your breast, kneading it softly over the fabric of the t-shirt you borrowed from his closet earlier.

"I don't want you to get nervous, alright?" You look at him and nod your head. "I want to eat you out.”

You frown at the foreign words, feeling stupid as yet again your naiveness puts you to shame. Still, Jungkook smiles and looks at you like you hung the moon just for him to see.

"I mean," he trails off as he tries to figure out what to say to make you understand better. "I want to eat your pussy? You know, give you… oral sex?"

Your breath gets caught in your throat at his obscene choice of words, ashamed of how much they turn you on.

You don't understand why he would want to do something like that, surely it wouldn't be pleasurable for him. "But you won’t feel good," you pout.

He gives you one of those smiles where he wrinkles his nose and his eyes sparkle. Talk about duality. "Don't worry, baby," he assures you. "You don't know how many times I've imagined how you taste," his voice gets an octave lower to leave you hanging to his every word. "How many times I jacked off thinking about how you would react when my tongue finally tastes your sweet folds and I have you at my mercy playing with your pussy however I want. I promise you, baby, it will feel just as good for me as it does for you."

If your life were an animated movie, you're sure your cheeks start comically burning in flames and your heart pounding out of your chest.

The truth is, you've only had sex with Jungkook twice, having given him your virginity after a year and a half of dating, but up until now, you’ve never heard him voice out his fantasies before, let alone talk to you in such an explicit way.

"Please," you say confidently despite the tremor in your voice. "Make me feel good."

Jungkook leans into you and kisses you slowly, trailing his palm from your chest to the hem of your shirt, lifting it to reveal the warm skin of your stomach. His tongue plays with yours as his hand sneaks under the fabric of your cotton panties, his mouth swallowing the gasp you let out. His fingers collect your juices and he uses them to massage your sensitive folds.

"My sweet girl...You're dripping," he mutters against your lips and smirks when he hears you moan. He presses your foreheads together and looks down at where you unconsciously started rubbing your cunt with his hand. "You're going to like it so much," he says as the pad of his middle finger finds your clit and plays with it. "I'm going to make you cum so hard. I'm going to swallow everything your pussy gives me."

He gives you one last, long kiss before he takes his hand off your underwear, lowering himself until his head is in between your thighs. Your fingers curl on his fluffy hair to keep your hands from shaking, but when he looks at you through his eyelashes, he smiles and you instantly relax. His lips leave kisses on your inner thighs while his finger presses down on your clothed clit, barely rubbing circles on it and making you tremble even more. His eyes never leave yours as he licks the wet patch in the center of your panties before he pushes them aside to take a look at your glistening cunt.

“You're so pretty,” he says as he drags his thumb across your slit, collecting your juices and spreading them on your folds. "So, so pretty."

The tip of his tongue licks a fat stripe on your slit, teasing your folds before closing his lips on your clit and rubbing it gently. You sigh and throw your head back against the pillows, covering your face with the inside of your arm to escape his burning gaze.

His lips leave your cunt with a popping sound and he says, "I want to see you," he murmurs against your pussy and traps your clit with his lips again, suckling on it and drawing out moans from your mouth before pulling away again. "Please show me your face."

You hesitantly move your arm away from your face but refuse to open your eyes. Still, you can feel him smiling against you and you hope he doesn't notice the gush of fluids dripping out of your pussy and wetting the sheets because you're imagining him like that.

“My baby is always so good to me,” he praises you, calming your nerves a little. There's something about the way he holds your thighs apart, something intimate and just right. "I'm going to take your panties off now, ‘that okay?"

You nod your head and let out a small yes, lifting your hips to help him slide your panties down your legs. He spreads your legs again and admires the way you shudder under his touch. "It's okay, baby," he whispers and places a kiss on your inner thigh. "It's okay, I got you."

The way he holds you, his hands steady and confident, and the sweet tone of his voice overwhelms you in both a good and bad way, but you try to relax and opt to grip the bedsheets in clenched fists. You feel stupid when hot tears escape from your closed eyes; you know you have nothing to be ashamed of, Jungkook knows that you are inexperienced because of how shy you are yet he loves you, wants you, and would never judge you.

Jungkook doesn't move at all, giving you as much time as you need to calm down. You inhale, exhale and look at him. His eyes stare back at you and don't wander anywhere else, he keeps them focused on you even when he kisses the back of your hand, taking advantage of your fists unclenching for long enough to grab your hands with his and intertwine your fingers.

“Do you want me to keep going? If you want me to stop I will,” he kisses your knuckles and looks at you tenderly. "I will not get mad. I promise."

“I want you,” your voice comes out small and you're afraid he hasn't heard you. "I want you. Please."

And just like that, Jungkook’s tongue is back on your cunt, gathering your juices and swallowing them before sucking and pulling your lips. You whine in embarrassment at the sounds that come out of his mouth when he tastes, slurps, and drinks your juices. But he doesn't give you much time to complain when his right hand leaves yours and he uses it to part your lips with his index and middle fingers, exposing your cunt to him and having him groaning at the sight of your glistening folds.

You can't hold in the sounds coming out of your mouth, moaning and crying as Jungkook gets back to devouring your soul through your pussy. You look down and whimper pathetically at how focused he looks; his eyebrows are furrowed, his eyes shut tight, and his hips thrusting against the bed as if letting him eat your pussy was the best thing that has ever happened to him. He's enjoying this almost as much as you are, alternating between sucking the juices out of your entrance, licking your velvety folds, or drawing messy figures on your clit at the perfect speed.

You feel dizzy, your body trembling as his mouth works wonders on your body, making you regret the time you pushed his head away from between your legs the second time you had sex.

Jungkook delights himself with all the juices you're gushing out, slurping and drinking it all before closing his lips around your clit and flicking his tongue from side to side as fast as he can. Your free hand grabs his hair and pulls him even closer to you, moaning loudly, and he seems to like that cause he growls and his mouth works even harder.

Tears stream down your cheeks, this time because of how good it feels. You close your eyes and you arch your back at the pleasure, squeezing his hand tightly and gasping when the tip of his middle finger prods into your hole.

He pulls away from you to say, “Breathe baby,” you do your best to relax and let out a pitiful cry. He just smiles to himself and pushes his finger in. "Feels good, hm?"

Any trace of shame leaves your body as he resumes his task on your clit, adding the stimulation of his finger curling inside you and rubbing that sweet spot only his cock has reached before. Your walls clench tightly around his finger and he lets out an airy chuckle, his breath hitting your cunt and making you whine more.

"’S so good," you whimper. “Making me feel so good, Jungkook. ‘M c-cumming, ohmygod."

Jungkook doesn’t stop sucking or moving his tongue on your clit for a single second, not when he can feel your pussy throbbing in his tongue and clenching around his finger. He knows you're close, he knows exactly what you look like when you start to fall apart, so he curls his finger harder and faster inside you and keeps moving his mouth on your pussy even if his jaw is begging him for a break.

You barely notice when you started to cry and try to close your legs around Jungkook’s head, but he just let go of your hand and uses his free arm to lift your legs up from behind your knees, almost bending you in half but leaving your pussy in perfect display for him to devour it until you’re crying and cumming for the first time in his mouth.

Time seems to stop for the two of you, the sound of your heavy breaths being the only thing you can hear until Jungkook gets back to sucking on your entrance and lapping at your folds, not wanting to waste a single drop of your sweet juices.

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes when you start squirming and complaining about how sensitive you are. "Pussy tastes so good."

When he’s finally satisfied, Jungkook lowers your legs and spreads them apart to position himself in between them with no ulterior motives. He grins at you as he licks his lips and sucks the remains of your juices off his fingers. Your stomach clenches and you swear if your face could get any hotter it would, so you hide it with your hands.

"Hey, don't get all shy on me now," he teases, getting up and sitting on his knees in front of you to grab your wrists with one hand and pull your hands away from your face. "Thank you for trusting me."

“Thank you for loving me,” you reply and push him down with you.

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Before I Leave You (Pt.31)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Taehyung thinks that girl dates are better than regular ones, but she could just be biased because it’s a date with you.

Pairings: Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin, Beta! Yoongi,

Tags: wlw, lesbian love story, fluff, first kisses, mild sexual content, hurt/comfort, brief nudity, best friends to lovers, gender euphoria, trans! Taehyung, referenced passed eating disorders, body dysmorphia, gender dysphoria, transphobia, misgendering,  transgender slurs, discussions on femininity, brief violence warning, 

W/c: 11.6k

A/n: this is for the lesbians <3 i hope that everyone whose never had a happy shopping experience can dream of themselves in this slice of heaven with tae and the m/c <3 i think in many ways, their love is so innocent and genuine. they really are best friends~

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Tae doesn’t realize that this outing is more for her than for you until you’re deep within the confines of the store.

It’s extensive; endless isle of pretty pastels and cotton fabrics that promise sweetness with every stitch. It’s a good thing that Tae is well used to ignoring the constant wound of her gender and ignoring what she wants even when it’s right in front of her face. Otherwise she might let her overactive heart and imaginative mind get the better of her. 

Tae feels hot, and vaguely itchy, the unpleasant smell of too many people and industrial strength detergent hovers heavy on the air.

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Ghosted II

OT7 x Reader

Summary 

Y/N is a young struggling author in New York, having gone through thick and thin she loses her inspiration to write and is now no longer able to publish upcoming novels. Having just received an eviction notice to her small, old, and worn down apartment. She also receives documents informing her about the inheritance she’s received from her grandfather. An old, abandoned mansion in France's countryside. Having no other option available to her, she decides to move into the ominous building. Unaware of the seven pairs of eyes observing her, invisible to the human eye, as a plot to relieve a curse plaguing seven men is set into motion.

Chapter Warnings: Small implication of sex, but nothing graphic. Jimin wasn’t the nicest person. 

Part Two

Deep breaths, simple, deep breaths. A little mantra you told yourself as the cold wind pulled you closer to your home. The hesitant steps towards the mahogany door echoed underneath you, the gravel suddenly becoming the loudest sound around you. Then the subtle tapping of going up the steps, and soft creak of opening the door. 

Maybe an intruder had entered the manor while she was gone, but the option seemed rather unlikely since the rest of the lights towards the bedroom were still off. Flicking the switch on she looked around, cautious eyes scanning for anything out of place. Yet they came up empty handed, a small amount of tension leaving her shoulders as she walked up stairs down the carpeted hallway.

As if her path wasn’t ominous enough, a subtle chill grew more noticeable as she walked towards her door. It stood slightly ajar, the soft yellow lights sending a streak down the hallway and onto a wall. Rustling could be heard, the distant sound of fabric moving sending a terrified chill down her spine. Taking a closer look, and ignoring the aching beat of her heart, her eyes peaked through the crack in the door. 

Nothing, no one was there. Opening the door, the balcony glass doors had opened. The curtains rising elegantly into the air from the wind. A deep, almost aggravated sigh escaped her. “That old lady really got to me, its just a bunch of stupid curtains.” She huffed, frowning at the way she practically freaked herself out. Walking over to close and now lock the doors, before pushing the curtains together and getting ready for bed. 

The day had been packed, from flying and feeling jet lagged, sleep wasn’t slow to pull her away. Eyelids so heavy she could barely open them, a cumbersome pull refusing any limb to leave its position. Sleep greeted her generously, sending her away softly.

Soft steps could be heard down the hall, the clinking of small platform shoes leading down the hall and growing closer to the master bedroom door. A knock soon followed, low and hesitant as if fearing the contents on the other side of the door. Another knock soon followed, more confident and loud. 

“My lord, have you risen?” A small, timid voice called out before reluctantly opening the door. The maid's eyes widened, a dark red hue dusting her cheeks at the sight of Mr. Park clearly tangled up with another woman. 

The woman gasped at the sight of the maid, grabbing the white sheets to pull over herself to protect the small sense of modesty she still had left. Removing herself from Mr. Park almost instantly. The man had a clear frown stretching across his face, an expression of annoyance adamantly resting across his features. “You wait until I give you permission to enter my room.” He snarled, glancing at the noble lady in his bed. 

“Go on now, partys over.” He flicked his hand, sending her off rather carelessly. The lady frowned, deeply disheartened by his actions as she stood up and rushed off, clearly ashamed to have been caught and treated so rudely in front of a maid.

“What are you still staring at?” Mr. Park snapped, sending the maid out of her frozen state. Her hands on the tray have become sweaty, her anxiety spiking as she approaches him.

“Pardon my lord, I had no intention off…” She trailed off, chewing on her bottom lip, “Interrupting.”  

Keen eyes stared at her, cold and indifferent to any of its subjects. It embarrassed her, an anxiety so unfamiliar it tied knots deep inside her stomach. Her eyes had stayed adamantly on the ground, before wavering in their determination and stealing a glance at the man in front of her. 

Skin so delicate and smooth, yet it carried a small shine of duewiness, no doubt from earlier activities. His hair was frazzled and messy, but the soft gold locks still seemed to frame his face elegantly.  A loose fitted linen night shirt draped over his arms, carelessly tied at the wrists, small bows beginning to come undone. Buttons that aren't quite done up all the way reveal small aspects of his chest, the sight of a narrow scar across his left breast kept her staring. 

The rumor that Lord Park Jimin was one of the most desirable bachelors out there was most certainly, not a rumor at all. 

“You really are something, huh?” The voice called out, sending the maid back to reality. A heat now surrounding her that was unfamiliar, especially in Mr. Parks room. He always kept the balcony doors open. “Pardon me, m’lord.” She muttered, ready to set the tray down and back away before a hand gripped her forearm, tugging her onto the mattress. The silver tray went tumbling onto the floor with a bang, small porcelain containers for milk and sugar cracking while spoons and plates clanged together.  

The bed rustled, sheets tugging on sheets as the maid now laid under the lord. Hands shielding her face, she stared at the man over her. “Now that I look at you,” He grabbed her chin, tilting it to the left and after short deliberation, to the right. “You’re quite pretty for a maid.” 

“What's your name?” He asked, face closer than ever before. “Abigail m’lord.” The maid answered, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Well then, Abigail. It seems you have dropped my breakfast.” He snickered, pulling away and leaving the bed. The man carelessly walked onto the balcony. Leaving a flustered and perplexed maid  on his bed. 

Their first meeting wasn’t the last, as the maid fell further and further into the arms of Park Jimin after their first meeting.

Small chatter in the library soon turned to mingling, late night calls for cleaning turned into early mornings. A passion so present in Park Jimin, Abigail could have never wished for something so magical. 

Small anxious footsteps approached the lord quarters, a rather rushed pace as she hurried to her lover. A hand rested over her belly, her thumb rubbing caringly against the fabric of her clothes as a gentle smile rested over her lips before she knocked. Without hesitation, she entered the familiar room. “Jimin, I need to tell you something–” 

The sight of an elderly woman, finely dressed in the most expensive silks peared back at her. An outraged, and cold expression seemingly carved into the older woman, Jimin's mother. “And who are you if I may inquire, to address my son in such a haughty manner.” Bitterness was laced in her voice, a chill running down Abigail's spine. 

A nervous chuckle left her, glancing at her lover. “Jimin, tell her.” She mumbled, wanting a bit of backup. “You know this woman?” Jimin's mother asked, turning towards her son, clearly disgusted. 

Jimin, who stood on the balcony, with his elbows resting against the railing as he looked out onto his forests.

“I do not, mother.” 

Cold. How had the room gotten so cold? Shaken from her dream, Y/N opened her eyes. The small glow of the returning sun lighting the room. The doors to the balcony were open once more, welcoming the morning breeze into her cold arms. Still feeling groggy from her slumber, she shuffled out of her bed and walked towards the balcony, moving the curtains to go outside. Her elbows leaned against the railing, eyes transfixed lazily on the scenery.

Never before had she experienced a dream that vivid. So real and awful all at once, she wasn’t quite sure if she could consider it a nightmare or a simple fragment of her imagination. “I’m a writer all right.” She snickered, rolling her eyes as she walked  back into her room. Closing the doors before getting changed, an odd unfamiliar heaviness loomed over her. 

Who was Park Jimin? 

Walking down the halls, she returned to her bag of groceries she had left in the kitchen. “Didn’t I buy two packs of cheese?” She muttered as she unpacked, it felt like there was less in the bag now too, but that could’ve just been her imagination. Her jet lagged brain last night must’ve forgotten to stock up.

Grabbing a pan and throwing it on the stove, she whisked up an egg in a bowl and made herself an omelet, adding some green onions and cheese afterwards before folding it. Breakfast wasn’t a usual occurrence in her life, as she usually just skipped it and ate during lunch instead. But today was different, she was starving. 

The harsh sound of metal dropping onto tiles had her jumping, looking towards the direction of the sound before seeing a pot had dropped onto the floor. Her heart raced wildly as she crouched down, small squeaking distracting her as she looked off to the side. A small mouse staring back at her, big doe eyes locked on her before running off, a small cheese chunk resting on the floor where it came from. “Stupid mouse! You scared my half to death, wait.. Did you eat my cheese?” 

This house seemed restless, but every time she was beginning to freak out an explanation crossed her path. But something didn’t feel right, there was an odd uneasiness that followed these halls, pulling her down with such weight she could barely keep level-headed.

The soft smell of something burning entered her nose, her body jerking up as she rushed over her now slightly burnt omelet. 

The taste of a lightly chard breakfast wasn’t the best, but it gave her time to think. If she wanted to prove that this was all in her head, and that the old lady was bonkers, then she had to do some investigating herself. Finishing her breakfast before getting up, she put on her coat before leaving the manor.

It was still early in the morning, so the air felt fresh and cold. The grass still had morning due on them, glowing against the sunshine. Throughout her journey towards the town, Y/N was able to devise a plan of action to kick off her investigation. The best place to find information was in the town's library. 

Greeting the occasional passerby, she soon stood in front of the library. It looked old and wooden, unlike the grocery stores that seemed updated and modern this building seemed to have skipped that phase entirely. Pushing open the glass doors, a small jingle of bells revealed her presence to the librarian, who popped up from underneath his desk to greet her. 

The man seemed to be in his mid thirties, a small bald spot forming on the back of his head. “Ah, good morning miss.” He greeted, leaning over his desk. “Is there anything I can be assistance with?” 

“Yes, I moved into the Le Rue estate, and I was wondering if you had any information about it.” A puzzled look sketched itself on the man, before he walked out from behind the counter and began wandering down one of the aisels. He was muttering in a low, mumbled tone. A hand resting against his chin as he walked before coming to an abrupt stop. “I didn’t know that manor was still available.”  He murmured as he looked down at Y/N, bushing his glasses back up as he rushed up on one of the bookshelves. He trailed along the books before pulling out a dusty, old red fabric covered book. The back had turned a soft, washed out pink from sun exposure, the edges being slightly worn. “This ought to do, yes this is it..” He grumbled, before handing her the book. “That's all we have.” He started abruptly, before the jingle of bells summoned him back towards the front door.

She held the book in her hands carefully, watching the odd man leave before walking towards the back of the store where small desks and chairs were laid out for reading. Sitting down with a sigh, “This entire town is bonkers..” She muttered under her breath, opening the pages.

Unimportant information occupied most of the book, from when the manor was built and by whom. 

Then loose pages seemed to slide out of their bindings, leading her to a rather interesting part of the book. An actual police investigation, filed with seven missing people reports. They must’ve been so old at this point the modern police weren't involved anymore. Considering the date, there was no way to actually continue investigations either way.

The first person reported missing was a chief in the manor in the 1830s, a young man called Kim Seok-Jin who disappeared throughout the night.  A small piece of clothing against a pan in the kitchen indicated the only signs of struggle. 

The next person sent chills down her spine, a sudden sense of nausea plaguing her. Her blood ran cold, and the world around her seemed to freeze. The soft clicking of the grandfather clock in the front became the only indicator of time. 

Young lord Park Jimin, vanished without a trace, signs of struggle were apparent. A broken balcony window, a small golden ring retrievable within the rubble. 

cry me a river | the game of chess

— summary: everything’s burned down into flames and all that’s left is you right in the center, unable to escape

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: angst, mafia!au

— word count: 7.3k

— warnings: slight violence

— part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9

— masterpost

He takes you in his arms, a hand on your back, the other under your knees, and picks you up effortlessly. You fall limply against him, head resting against his chest, eyes closed tight, the tremor no longer as prominent as it had been when you reached out to him, pleading a silent cry of help because your legs could no longer support your body up. 

Mingyu watches you carefully for a moment, brows knitted slightly together upon the sight of red around your neck and the weariness which lies on your face.

You’re tired. Drained. And he wishes he had the power to take all your pains away in a heartbeat but the world doesn’t work like that and you’re left to suffer your own wounds alone.

When he looks up to find your previous lovers watching your limp body held in his arms, he questions what goes on in their heads.

Are they worried? Angry? Upset?

They caught you in a moment of weakness, something he knows you will most definitely come to grow angry with yourself for, and found out a secret you had hidden away in your heart to stay. As compared to everything you’ve gone through, they only know so much, but how does finding out the lover that they threw away had suffered through something they never knew about make them feel?

Daejung had scarred you physically and mentally and being in that room with him, being made a laughing stock, he wonders how they view you at this moment right here.

Mingyu turns around from their hard gazes, refusing to let their eyes linger on you any longer because he knows that they don’t deserve to feel concerned. Not after everything they’ve done to you. He still doesn’t know the complete story, perhaps he never will, but he knows enough to understand that among the living hell you walked through, they betrayed your trust and left you to fall.

He walks away from the scene, a tense silence filling the air saved by the sound of his footsteps walking down the hall.

Yuna opens the doors for him to get out once he’s made his way through and Dasom holds an umbrella over the two of you. Under the sound of the heavy rain, the three of them walk side by side in silence, brows heavily knitted together, while you remain unconscious in Mingyu’s arms.

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A blink in the wake, a blur in the eyes, before you can finally adjust to the light in the room. Your head falls heavy, a shot of ache against your temple when you sit up, and as you feel around your neck, you find white bandages wrapped around them.

The memories of what had happened flash in your head just as vividly as it was when you faced Gwon Daejung head-on, letting you know just how well your mind will refuse to let go of it any time soon.

This was what you feared; remembering the very things that you’ve buried away long ago.

Yet how do you think you can possibly go on to live a life of freedom if you can’t face the enemies of your past? You can’t. You have to get rid of every last one of them. Staring at the invisible shackles that wrap around your wrists, you fear the things you will have to face.

If meeting Daejung made you this much of a mess, you wonder how it will be when you meet the others. Your hands tremble beside you when you think about it, hating every last second of it as the sound of rain falls prominent outside the windows. The room you’re in is bright as compared to the outside world yet when you turn to look outside, you feel as if you belong there and not here.

But then again, what difference does your room make as compared to the darkness of the outside world? It’s dark both inside and out.

Ah, you don’t like it. You don’t like it at all.

You try to call out for someone, a name, yet nothing comes out as if your voice is stuck against your very own throat, and the memories of Daejung’s hands wrapped around your neck flashes back.

You ball your hands into fists, brows furrowed, head lowered. Why are you so weak? Why are you so damn weak?

You throw the blankets off you and rush to try and walk out of your room. But you don’t get even a footstep in when your legs give in underneath you, failing miserably, and you find yourself sat right on the floor beside your bed.

Weak again.

“You are not allowed to be weak,” you hear your father’s voice in the back of your head. “If you show me any signs of weakness, I will kill you right now. Don’t think I won’t do it.”

Oh, you knew he would. He’d kill you in a heartbeat.

Once he came to know of your potential, your strength, your ability to listen and heed his every word, your lack of hesitation to kill a man for him while carrying all the scars there were to carry in order to get stronger, he grew even more powerful as his role of the puppeteer.

You were his doll to control, his puppet.

And there was nothing that you did to go against him.

You stare at the floor mindlessly, body hunched over, head lowered, with your hands right beside your head, trembling hard.

Daejung. Daejung. Daejung.

He’s dead. He’s gone. He can’t hurt you. He never did for years after your escape but for the longest time, he remained in your head, mentally draining you for nights on end. 

Just four days. You stayed with him for four days and he remained scarred in your heart for the rest of your life. How many more people will you have to prepare to face? How many more are there left for you to get rid of? You don’t want to face them. Ah, you don’t want to face them.

You reach out as if someone will be there to catch it, as if there will be someone you can hold onto when you feel as if everything is falling apart and nothing is going right.

You reach out, and feel someone take hold of it.

“Y/N.” You look up with a bit of shock, not expecting someone to catch your hands, but there he is, the very man who kept you warm for the longest time without ever leaving your side.

“I’m cold, Mingyu,” you tell him like a needy little child, crawling into his arms as if seeking out the warmth from the love of her parents. He doesn’t hesitate to hold you. 

How many years has it been since Mingyu first reached out to you? When he held his arms around you, transferring his warmth onto you when you shivered in his presence? For the longest time he had always been the one to make the first move as any caring older sibling would, selflessly keeping you warm in his arms, never one to force you to speak a word when you fell silent. You don’t remember when you first sought out him, for his comfort, his hearth, but you remember Mingyu always being there whenever you needed him.

He was always there.

You let your ear fall against the beat of his heart, wanting to steady yourself, to feel composed again because you hate feeling out of control, you hate it when the world gets the best of you.

“I can’t control it,” you tell him in a whisper, desperately trying to search for some sort of answer to tell you what to do, and right now only Mingyu is in your line of sight. “I can’t control it,” you repeat again, stronger, more frantic, as your hands tremble against his blazer, clenching onto them tightly as you look up at him for answers.

He remains calm, a somewhat exasperated sigh leaving his lips with a small rueful smile looking down at you. “Sure you can. You’ve done it for years,” he reminds you kindly.

But you shake your head, hating this more than ever. “Because father forced me to and now..now that father’s gone…Now that he’s gone, I don’t know how to—”

Mingyu takes ahold of both your shoulders when you begin to stray away, eyes frantically searching the room, and brings you back to focus on him. “Do not rely on your father, Y/N. He is not your control, he is your disorder.”

Your disorder.

Disorder.

Disorder.

“But that’s all I know, Mingyu.” You speak those words like a plea, a prayer to take you out of his cuffs, to set you free from him, because you know that no matter what happens, you will never be able to truly let go of your father. A part of you will always be with him just as a part of him will always remain with you.

Why did you have to love him so desperately when you were younger? Why did you always crave for his love and attention? He never cared, never batted an eye your way. Only when he found you useful, a pawn, were you met with those eyes of his. It was toxic but you held onto those eyes, those eyes that found you and kept you chained up as a puppet in his hands.

As long as he paid attention to you, you wanted to be of use to him in any way possible.

Seokjin taught you to hold your head up high, to never shake before others underneath you.

Yoongi taught you beauty and kindness hidden behind an unmovable strength.

Hoseok taught you to rest, to rely on others, and that a single embrace would be enough to dispel all exhaustion and suffering.

Jimin taught you to free yourself from rules and laws, to enjoy in the moment and revel in its thrill.

Taehyung taught you to let go, to release yourself from the tensions, to let the tears flow not just when you needed it but when you wanted to.

Jungkook taught you innocence and vulnerability concealed underneath a hard exterior.

And Namjoon taught you to be the calm in the storm. He taught you control, he taught you power. He taught you how to stand before a crowd even if you were never successful in practice. He taught you that while it was important to conceal your emotions before others, it was just as important to let your walls down before your most trusted ones.

He taught you the balance of controlling your emotions.

Now everything’s burned down into flames and all that’s left is you right in the center, unable to escape.

“All I know is disorder.” You whisper into the room once more, eyes rounding about as your hands tremble against the opening of Mingyu’s blazer. “I can’t be perfect. I can never be perfect. Not for him, not for me, not for anyone.”

“I’m not asking you to be perfect.” He stops you once more, holding onto both your hands as if taking the tremor for himself, to induce control, to show you a sturdy foundation that you were never allowed to rely on. “When you shake, Y/N, when you tremble, I will be your control.” He squeezes your hands that are wrapped around his own, face written with a firm and strong expression so transient, so beautiful. “So be the storm as much as you’d like, whether you can help it or not, and I will be your calm.”

The world falls heavy against your shoulders, darkness surrounding your every corner. Even in this very room which shelters itself from the crying storm outside, you still feel as if you are a part of the rain.

But here is Mingyu, letting you lean against him, falling into your storm despite the fact that he can easily escape it if he really wanted to. But he doesn’t.

He doesn’t run, he doesn’t leave.

Just like Yuna.

Just like Dasom and Yeonjun and the rest of the Reapers that have kept by your side since the day you saved them.

Mingyu holds you steady and the tremor in your body begins to weaken little by little. You feel your heartbeat slowly settling, though you know that a storm still resides there, not wanting to ever leave. In the darkness of your heart, the storm which seems to only grow day by day, he is your calm, he is your control.

Almost like a soulmate. A platonic soulmate.

The grip you had against his clothes falls and you let your head rest against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart.

You can do this. You can control your ire, your fears, your weaknesses that wishes to unveil you. You can regain control once again.

You can regain control.

Two knocks against your door and you hear familiar footsteps walking right in but you remain still in Mingyu’s arms.

“We may have a problem, boss,” Yuna alerts with a careful approach. “Mr. Kim would like to discuss it with you. He’s sent a letter in and asked of you to visit him when you woke.”

You sigh. “What’s the problem?”

“Close allies of Daejung couldn’t handle his assassination so—”

“So they figured it out.”

“It is only speculations at the moment.”

You let yourself fall silent and nothing but the sound of the storm outside can be heard. For a long while you sit there doing absolutely nothing, while a mess of darkness scribbles all throughout your mind, wanting to take you in.

You listen to Mingyu’s heartbeat.

A second.

Two.

Three.

And your eyes shift from that desperate little girl to a void of emotions, a blanket of boredom, blankness, and bland masking your face.

You sit up a little straighter to grab a light sheet of blanket off your bed and wrap it around yourself, not ever leaving Mingyu’s lap. “Speculations or not, they’ll still try to come after me.” You take a long look at your legs for a moment, wondering if you can stand up well but eventually give up to look up at Mingyu. “Carry me.”

He hesitates initially. “You need more time to—”

“I don’t need time. I’m fine.”

So when worrying doesn’t work, Mingyu resorts to narrowing his gaze at you, returning to his usual playful self because anything else will anger you. “Surely you can walk on your own, kid. I’m not your slave.”

“You sure look like one. How long have I been out?” You deadpan.

He looks away with hesitation. “...Three days.”

“You know I hate sleeping and you left me unconscious for that long. My legs are weak.”

Mingyu lets out an exasperated sigh as he goes to stand with you in his arms, knowing not to argue with you because he knows he always loses. “Yes, yes, your highness.”

“Your legs aren’t that weak, are they?” You hear the worry in Yuna’s voice. “Should I call for a doctor?”

“No,” you shake your head although Yuna cannot see it. “I can walk on my own if I try, this is just Mingyu’s punishment.”

The older gentleman simply rolls his eyes.

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“You should have taken some more time to heal,” Namjoon says after Mingyu takes his leave upon being there to set you down.

You stare at him for a moment, thinking with nothing but a blank expression. You’re used to this, not resting after a hard mission even if your body had taken a toll from it. Father never allowed you to rest so you’ve managed to get better at getting right up once you finish a mission, ready for another one right away.

But you remember always reminding Namjoon and the others to rest when they could, to never push themselves against their limits, fretting over their injuries, scolding them when they went too far. You never understood the complexity of the mafia but you knew that not allowing your body to properly heal was important and that was that.

They grew to take care of themselves more because of you, learned to rest, learned to heal properly.

You never had someone to remind you of such things because even when your loyal secret Reapers tried, what would be the point in listening to them when your father’s words were law? He stood above everyone, threatening your life while you held on by a piece of thread.

“You don’t matter. Get up and fight even if you have to die.”

His words were law.

“I’m fine,” you say, dismissing Namjoon’s concern with a turn of your head to the side, catching sight of the outside through the window. “I hear I might be wanted now,” you say nonchalantly with no emotions on your face or tone. “Do they know you’re involved?”

“There’s a high chance I will be linked with you, being as I’m allied with you and Mr. Gwon. Gwon was never one to choose his allies casually after all.”

“You knew the risks when accepting my request, didn’t you? I presume you’ve already chosen a side, then.”

“Well, you did promise me information on my brother.”

“Right.”

Now isn’t the time though and Namjoon knows that. “What do you plan on doing?” He asks, his eyes staring pointedly your way.

You give him a simple answer. “Take out whoever tries to come after me.”

“You do understand there are many risks to that, don’t you?”

“Oh don’t worry. My next target is another man allied to Daejung so the situation is actually rather helpful,” you tell him nonchalantly as you take a sip of the drink before you. “They’ll come after me and I’ll get rid of them just like how I got rid of Daejung.”

Namjoon sits there for a second, his eyes narrowing as he realizes something. “You have this all planned out from the very beginning, don’t you?”

“Everyone is linked to something, Namjoon, including you and I. Taking out the first target is what brings everyone together, just like how you came back into my life after I killed my father. Though of course, I never expected to meet you there at the time.”

“So you intended to meet eventually.”

“I need your power,” you tell it straight to his face, eyes peeking over the porcelain cup in your hand. “Just like how I was used in your game of chess, I’m making my use of you now. Position and power matter after all, and without influence, a strong and ambitious hero is nothing but another sidekick. Who gets the recognition in the end? The hero who took hold of the people’s hearts and minds. And the sidekick? They simply get kicked off to the curb and will always be second to the hero. That’s why so many heroes turn into villains.”

Villains.

Every villain has a story, a tragic past that caused them to become the person that they are. They never chose the path, life forced their hands.

And now here you are, playing the role of a villain who may never return to the light. What’s so bad about being a villain anyway? They always get what they want while the hero remains a people pleaser and will always need that validation from others in order to remain relevant. So what happens when those people turn against them and no longer approve of them?

They fall.

Just the way you did.

On your knees, begging for attention, begging for love. Namjoon was right about one thing, it was quite shameless of you to do such a thing. A shameless little fool who didn’t know when to stop, who was so desperate for love she needed others to keep her at bay in order to remain stable. A shameless fool who was too stupid to realize no one stays forever.

They will always leave in the end.

Just like they did.

“Thank you for being one of those people who made me realize that,” you set the cup onto the table, eyes void of emotions even as the corners of your lips curl upwards. “You played your role well, Kim Namjoon. Being hurt by you made me realize a lot of things even though it took me some time. I won’t be blinded by false promises and hold onto false hope anymore.” You stand from your seat and ignoring the way it trembles slightly underneath you, you offer Namjoon something. “I’d like to show you something, if you have the time.”

He checks the watch on his wrist and stands. “One hour,” he states, and you begin to walk off with him not too far behind.

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“My lady.” The second a man in a grey suit sees you, he is quick to lower his head in a respectful manner.

You whisper some words to him and he nods obediently before running off at your command. Meanwhile, Namjoon stands there, slight suspicion falling your way when you turn back to him, standing still. “He doesn’t belong to the mafia, does he?”

“I have loyal members outside of the darkness,” you tell him, “in case anything goes wrong and I need help elsewhere.” He looks around the building, observing the fancy white structure and when the man returns again, he holds a wooden box to you who takes it after a word of appreciation. 

“For you,” you say as you hand him the box when the man walks away.

Namjoon’s brows furrow with confusion. “Me?”

“I’ve kept them safe for all these years, hidden through people like him where my father was unable to get to.” You begin to walk towards an area that leads towards a large white balcony and Namjoon follows, staring at the box. “It belongs to your brother.”

He freezes for a moment, staring at you who leans her forearms against the balcony, eyes staring straight ahead as you let the wind flow through your hair.

His brother, you said. Whatever could be in here?

He opens the box carefully to find envelopes after envelopes on top of one another, each of them almost completely blank and without a name except for three little initials written on the bottom right corner.

KNJ.

None of them have been opened.

“He gave them to you?” Namjoon asks, looking up at you.

You shake your head. “I found them.”

The night of his murder, even though you were still shaken up pretty badly, you rummaged through Mister Butler’s belongings, quick to grab anything that looked important, and hid them away so your father couldn’t find them. Initially, that wasn’t hard. After all, no one ever comes into your room, hence that was the best place to hide it, but once you grew older and had a better understanding of things, once you learned to make an impact on people’s lives, you had his belongings sent away.

Far, far away from the manor.

Away from your father’s eyes.

Because there was no way he killed Mister Butler just because the two of you cared for one another. Maybe that was part of the reason but your father was too much of a wicked man to ever tell you the truth about his death.

To this day it’s still a mystery because even though you were the one who went through Mister Butler’s belongings, you never dared to ever look around and read through everything.

They were his things after all, his secrets.

You never dared to look into them.

“I assume he wrote those with no intent to send them to you,” you say, reminded of where you had found those letters. “They were all stuffed away, as if what he wrote were something like a diary to a brother he could no longer see.”

A diary written to a brother he could no longer see.

Why did he disappear with no intent to return?

Why?

Why?

If his father was here, he’d know the truth, force it out of him, but Namjoon knows more than anyone that would only harm him. Yet he falls so desperate to find out the truth behind his brother’s disappearance.

“What was he to you?” He asks, eyes hardening as he stares at you with accusation.

You ignore it to speak your truth. “A man I loved.” Namjoon’s brows furrow at your confession but you look over to the side to meet his eyes. “A father. A brother.”

“Did you know he belonged to another gang?”

“How could I have known? I was sheltered from a lot of things, remember?” You remind the man. “Whatever his purpose was to infiltrating the Reapers’ manor, the me then had no idea except for the fact that he was a kind man who always stood by my side.”

For a second there he can almost see the girl he knew then. Your eyes are gentle when you speak about his brother, softness in your words, tenderness in your expression. It’s subtle and you’d have to look very carefully but it’s there.

And for a moment he falls awestruck by how soft you look right now.

The wind which had been stronger moments ago slows down into a little more than a gentle zephyr. Your hair blows as the sun shines against the blush of your skin.

You used to be as soft as this — no, softer then — but even as the years have changed so much of you, the way you speak about his brother in such a manner, Namjoon knows not to mistake that with a false pretense.

Nothing about your expression is fake. You held onto his brother dearly and Namjoon wonders what happened in those years his brother had been your butler. What’s the story? What happened? And how did he disappear?

Suddenly he feels a dagger-like gaze from far away and his body automatically tenses up. A glance over his shoulder, the wooden box falling from his hands, and Namjoon’s quick to take your shoulder and hide you in his arms as a sharp pain pierce through his shoulder.

“Namjoon!” You gasp when he hurls over, a hand quick to clutch against the shoulder that had just gotten shot.

“Go.” He demands when you knelt down with alarm and upon his words, you quickly rush up to your feet and jump down from the balcony.

You land in a safe position, eyes scanning the area like a hawk and once you catch sight of a slip of a black figure, you’re flying past a few people and cars to catch up.

Only things don’t work too well in your favor as the strength in your legs weakens abruptly and your knees fail you as you fall hard onto the ground. You wince at the pain, realizing you’re still dealing with the aftermath of the fight with Daejung and just as you’re about to grunt with frustration, someone is quick to pick you up and run towards where the figure had run off to.

You don’t question Jungkook as you put one arm around his neck to keep yourself steady while the other reaches for the gun around your belt.

The man in black is just up ahead, running in a flash and into the woods as Jungkook keeps up with his pace. With your eyes keeping close contact with the flashing black through the greens and browns of the woods, you set your gun aiming at his figure, and in three seconds count, you pull the trigger and his figure disappears somewhere deeper in.

“I got him on the leg, let him go,” you speak into the intercom of your earpiece before patting Jungkook on the chest. “Let’s go back.”

“What? You’re gonna let him go?” He asks in disbelief.

“There’s a high chance he’ll be at the place I plan on going in a few days, I’ll take my revenge there,” you say. “In the meantime, your boss just got hurt so we should head..—ah,” you groan at the pain that pieces sharply against your leg, and Jungkook looks down with worry.

“Did he get you?”

You shake your head. “No, it was from the jump.”

“You’re still hurt from three nights ago, aren’t you?” He settles you down onto the ground and rolls up your dress pants to check on your leg. Thankfully it’s the left leg, thankfully he won’t have to see that scar left on your right leg from the night you pulled your ring out because you realized you deserved better. “You’re too reckless, Y/N.” You see the way his brows furrow when he finds your leg bandaged up but you still decided to jump from a balcony. “You’ve sustained injuries from Daejung so you shouldn’t be doing too much or else you’ll leave a permanent scar. Can you walk?” He asks as he goes to check your other leg but you’re quick to pull it back from him.

“No,” you say while refusing to meet his eyes.

You can feel his gaze on you but eventually, Jungkook sighs as he stands to carry you in his arms once more, this time to return to the building you left Namjoon in.

No words are exchanged from there, just an awkward silence you refuse to take away.

“You’re injured.” You point out blankly once the two of you have returned, finding your ex-husband on the steps waiting for you as Yoongi stands beside him, holding onto the wooden box that had fallen when he took the bullet from you.

Namjoon looks up with an observing stare at the way Jungkook’s carrying you. “And you can’t walk once more.”

You shrug when Mingyu walks up to you and Jungkook, his eyes a hard stare as he holds his hands out to take you back from Bangtan’s maknae. For some reason, silence fills the moment and they face off in a staring contest none of them are willing to back down from.

You sigh.

How childish.

And reach out for Mingyu, causing Jungkook’s brows to furrow a bit but he eventually willingly lets you go to your second in command. Once secure there, you face Namjoon once more.

“They were aiming for me, weren’t they?” When he nods to confirm your speculation, you think back on the man who had run hard for his life, brows furrowing as you wonder why he would recklessly do such a thing in the open air when you were literally in a meeting with another member of such an influential mafia. “Will you let me take care of this?”

“Seems you weren’t expecting this.”

You shrug. “I have my ways of working through things but whatever people do in response is a script I do not write up. I knew someone would strike out in public but for it to happen while you were with me is quite a surprise. Surely they know who you are, no?”

“It’s likely to confirm whose side I’m on.”

“Well then, I guess you’re as guilty as I now.” He shrugs. “You don’t regret it?” You ask, noting at his injury. “You do realize that associating with me will only bring you more conflict, no? I am now the public’s enemy.”

“I’m already head deep, Y/N.”

“Then if you’re up for it, in three days’ time, I will make my next move.”

He looks beyond the scenery, right into the woods where the man had run towards. “If you continue to keep this up, Y/N, you’ll eventually wear yourself out,” he says, noting the way you can’t even seem to walk on your own. “The way you’re going about things is dangerous.”

“My hit list is filled with powerful people, what did you expect? It’s not as if I asked to be associated with them,” you say with a lighthearted shrug. “And if you keep this facade up, eventually I might believe you’re actually worried about me.” With a pat against Mingyu’s shoulder, he begins walking away, leaving the scene so the two of you can climb into a black vehicle that had just pulled up for you.

The three that were left behind simply stare at the moving vehicle until it disappears into the distance.

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“The invitation came as expected.”

You take the red envelope that Mingyu hands to you, a leg crossing over the other with a blank stare at the fancy golden letters spelling out your name. “Seems he really is a fool,” you utter as you read the content of the letter to make sure it was true. “Who in their right mind would send an invitation to the woman who killed one of his most important allies?” You laugh a little when you think about it. “He really plans to cage me in, huh?”

“Are you actually planning on involving Bangtan in this?”

You shrug at Mingyu’s question. “They’ll be invited to the party but whether they want to get involved is all on them. Whether they do or not does not change the fact that I plan on killing Jummy that night. Something tells me it’ll be a big headache though.”

“That man doesn’t hesitate to act out on his anger.”

You sigh when you think about it. “Well, it’ll be fun playing with his feelings for a while. Get ready.”

“Yes, boss.”

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With a tight fitted black dress that almost hits the floor when you walk and a long slit upon your left leg, Hoseok cannot help but simply stare at the woman he sees walking into the room. Even in a crowded room that fits many guests who also have on their own formal gowns, you grab ahold of the room’s attention the second you step foot into the room.

Hair rested in a pretty updo, you let a hand gracefully swat the straying hair in the front, eyes looking up to scan the room and despite holding the attention of almost everyone in the room, you pay them no mind as you walk along, steps bold and unwavering, standing tall and proud without a blink to your eyes.

You’re so different from who you used to be then. You used to be more hesitant and meek, always seeking to instinctively hide behind others. You hated the attention that always seem to draw your way. After all, who can ever deny such attractive beauty? So you always kept your head down, eyes lowered, and kept to their sides whenever possible.

But now, whether you’re beginning to embrace the attention or not, he cannot tell, but you sure are handling it better than you did then. You’ve learned to stand on your own.

He can’t help but feel a little skip against the beat of his heart, proud of your newly found confidence.

“It’s only been three days but you seem to be walking well again.” When you approach him, Hoseok doesn’t hesitate to offer you a drink. The two of you fall under the attention of others but decide to ignore them. After all, everyone at this point understands you to be Daejung’s murderer.

You take the champagne glass, swirling it well for a moment as your brows furrow slightly. “I’m not too fond of these types of dresses,” you admit with a scowl.

He chuckles a little. “Well, it does suit you rather well.”

“Careful, your boyfriends might get mad at you if they were to hear such compliments made to me.”

He shrugs with a slight roll of his eyes. “They’ll get over it.”

When you look at him, you wonder how Hoseok dealt with the aftermath of your leaving. He had been the only one who seemed to care until the very end, while the rest of them let you be when Namjoon decided to stop being the good husband he once was. They all grew distant except for Jung Hoseok who had no idea what was even happening outside the room he had been hospitalized in.

It was you who grew distant with him.

You wanted to hold onto hope, to him, but knew it was impossible when it came to such a relationship, so you had to let him go.

“Why?” He would repeat that question. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Sounding so broken and hurt, angry but his anger was never intended to be directed your way. Hoseok could never get angry, not with you, not ever.

He was angry at himself, for not being there for you, for not being enough, for not knowing. He was angry at the boys who decided to let you go. He was angry at everyone but you, begging and pleading that somehow, in some way, things would be okay again.

But it was too late for that. You had made your decision, deciding to free yourself from them and to return to the dreaded hellhole you were so used to.

A part of you always wondered what could have happened were you to give in to his words and give it another chance but even the you then understood that nothing could be done to save your relationship. It was already too late, whether you and Hoseok wanted to admit it or not.

You wonder if he fought for you. He probably did.

You wonder if he punched any of them. He probably did.

You wonder how long he loved you until he eventually gave up. You wonder how they made up, if the rest of them find him suspicious in some ways now that you’re back, whether they question his feelings, whether he still loves you or not.

No.

It’ll do you no good to have such intrusive thoughts.

The past is done, you’re over it.

You’re over it.

“Well, well, well.” The two of you look up to find the man of the hour who approaches you with a sly little grin as he holds his arms out, and you straight up, eyes staring him down with your guard up. “Seems you were shameless enough to attend this party in honor of Mr. Gwon.”

You know he’s trying to humiliate you, to have you cornered and stared down by the crowd but you don’t give him the benefit. “Isn’t it more shameless to invite the woman who’s the cause for this dreaded party to exist in the first place?”

“So you admit to your crime.”

You shrug. “Why hide it when everyone already knows? That’d be quite foolish of me. It would seem as if I regretted my decision in eliminating him.”

Jummy’s brows crease. “What bold words, little miss Reaper. I’m surprised such a small little thing like you who used to submit to everything your father said has turned into the boss herself. I didn’t know you had such the potential.”

Quite a close ally of your father’s. You remember his face well, how can you not? Out of all the people your father used against you, he was one of the more prevalent ones, a true villain who thought the world of himself. For some time he acted as if he was on your side — you never believed it, of course, how could you trust so easily after what Bangtan had done to you? 

So eventually when his tactics didn’t work, he resorted to being your father’s fist.

You cannot count the many times your father would use him to punish you, the many times his hand rose against you, the many times that familiar sly smirk of his formed along his lips, laughing and laughing hysterically, a proud man for being your father’s little puppet.

The amount of hate this man has by your loyal members and you will never cease to exist.

Yuna’s probably the happiest knowing he was the next person on your hit list.

“You were such a well-behaved little girl.” When he tries to reach out to hold your face, you take a step back as Hoseok takes ahold of his wrist, stopping him from doing so with a warning glare. “Ah, Jung Hoseok,” he turns to the man, finally acknowledging his presence as he shakes his hand off with a fake smile. “Good to see you here, huh? Where’s Mr. Kim?”

“He has more important business to attend to,” Hoseok states flatly without a filter.

“Well, being as he aided little miss Reaper here upon getting to Daejung, I had expected he wouldn’t have come.”

Hoseok’s brows furrow. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Such a traitor.”

“In a world where power is the most important,” you cut in with a swirl of your drink, “don’t you think he made quite the wise decision to back me up? Mr. Kim has good eyes for who he decides to ally himself with, even if that means betraying someone along the way. If they’re weak, why keep them by your side?”

Just as how he threw you out of his life when you became of no use to him.

“You on the other hand just love to suck up on anyone in position no matter who they are.”

The smirk on Jummy’s face twitches slightly, his facade slowly breaking. “What did you say?”

“Just like the way you obeyed my father’s every command, wagging your little tail each time he called for you. You’re a little attention whore who needs validation from everyone else in order to remain relevant.”

“Weren’t you the same?”

“Oh don’t do that,” you laugh at his pathetic attempt to bring you down along with him, “because unlike you, I knew where my goal lied and that wasn’t living under the shadows of everyone that came my way. I’ve built my own empire, where’s yours? Ah, that’s right,” you look around the room, an amused expression plastered on your face, “you’re too busy wagging your tail for everyone to think straight. It’s quite shameless if I do say so myself.” 

You see the way he grits his teeth, hands balling into fists, and scoff at his foolish reaction.

How is it that such small little words have already gotten under his skin already? He always did have quite the temper, one similar to your father. Though, unlike your father, he was never one to keep calm and composed for a good amount of time.

How foolish.

You used to fear this man for all the things he’s done but looking at him now, he’s just another pathetic man.

A pathetic bug.

“Since when did you get so bold, little Y/N?” You don’t like how he’s using your name as if the two of you had a close relationship in the first place. But it’s a bit amusing seeing him trying to keep calm in front of a crowd because the Jummy you know would always lash out and take his anger out on you whenever you were available for him.

Father never stopped him.

“I was always bold, Jummy.” You look up at him through the hood of your eyes, a smirk curling along your lips with amusement. “Did you really think I grew this confidence out of nowhere? I feared you, I do admit it, but even children stop believing in the monsters living under their beds, especially once they come to realize that everything was fake and they never existed in the first place. You aren’t a monster, Jummy, you’re just a pathetic fool who never knew how to control his anger, believing he was the bigger and stronger man when in reality, you’re weak for not being able to control your emotions. You’re pathetic and shameless, and even now, you’re still sucking up to Mr. Gwon who’s already gotten sent to hell, thinking you can still win by—”

You feel a harsh impact against your cheek as the wind picks up the force, lightly blowing against the strands of your hair, and as you face to the side, your eyes widen a bit as you realized Jummy had just slapped you.

Ah.

That kind of stings.

Hoseok is quick to grab him by the collar while you stand there, a light chuckle leaving your lips.

“Congratulations Jummy, it seems you’ve just signed your death warrant.”

‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny 08

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Mentions of masturbation, naughty thoughts, Yoonji being a brat, fatphobic comments, cuss words, guilt tripping, Yoonji calls yoongi Oppa even though they’re twins. JUNGKOOK MAJOR SIMP, I MEAN MAJOR.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: You leave after your sleepover and Jungkook confronts Yoonji, it’s doesn’t go well at all. He tries to distract himself from the anxiety he felt afterwards but his methods makes him miss you more than ever.

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 2.9k

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Jungkook wakes up before you, not because he wanted to but because your body was pressed so tightly against his, it made his body react in ways he knew you’d be severely embarrassed about. So he gets up and takes the coldest shower he’s ever taken, he contemplates whether or not to touch himself but when he closes his eyes all he sees is you and your cleavage peeping at him through the buttons of your shirt. Jungkook decides to let the cold shower do its job, he feels bad at the idea of using you for his own lewd dreams, even though he really wants to.

But all his desires go back behind the forbidden door of filthy thoughts in his head, when he goes to check up on you and sees you rubbing your eyes so softly and lovingly. Your hair is all over the place and he has to stop himself from offering to braid it because that seemed a little bit too intimate, too soon.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” he teases,” what do you want for breakfast?”

“Good morning Jungkook,” You sit up and blink the sleepiness away,” we can have whatever you want, but would it be okay if I take a shower first?”

Jungkook doesn’t realized you’ve asked him a question because all he thinks about is the fact that you called him Jungkook and not Kookie. He feels like his heart collapsed in itself and he wants to throw himself on the ground and beg you to call him kookie. That’s how much he craves to hear it rolling off your tongue like it did last night.

He looks down, shy and face red with embarrassment,” you know y/n, y-you can- if you want- you can call me- k-kookie. It’s probably easier than- than Jungkook since it’s only like 6 letters and Jungkook is 8- saves you some time- and it’s cute or whatever..”

His voice trails and you’re smiling too much to see the blush on his face.

“Okay kookie,” you feel your own heartbeat a little faster than usual,” can I take a shower?”

Jungkook smiles,” I’ll make pancakes while you shower.”

Jungkooks making Micky mouse pancakes and he feels a little relieved that Yoonji hasn’t come out yet. She was not a morning person so he figured you two have more time to yourselves before she wakes up. He cuts up some strawberries and patiently waits for you to come out.

You get out of the shower and change into your cozy clothes, a brown pair of shorts with heart back pockets and a matching brown zip up hoodie with a big teddy bear on the back. You felt cute and wanted to see Jungkooks reaction to your outfit since he always dramatically clenched his heart and called you his cute alien princess.

But before you go, you quickly go into his room and grab the lego set sitting lonely on his desk. Last night you felt terrible about his confession but today you’ll make up for it. After all the comfort he’s brought you, you think it’s only fair to comfort him too.

You walk out and see him, your chest tightens and you feel happy,” Kookie.” You called out to him.

Jungkook quickly turns to you, he sees you and wants to run up to you and kiss your cheeks because you just look so fucking adorable.

He doesn’t though because he spots the legos in your hands and he recognizes the twinkle on your eyes that means you won’t back down. He won’t deny you of course, he wants to build his gauntlet and he wants you to whine and ask for help when you get stuck.

“Okay okay- let’s eat first.” Jungkook says, heart in flames in his chest and a big smile on his face.

Once you both finish eating, Jungkook sets up a movie and you two begin building your own little set. You have your brave face on in case Yoonji comes out and decides to tease Jungkook but to your surprise, Yoonji still hadnt made an appearance yet. You sigh in relief since you don’t have to use your brave face anymore.

You were about to ask Jungkook for help but was interrupted by a loud string of banging and grunting coming from the hallway. Bam gets up from his spot on your lap to investigate making you feel cold.

“Jungkook come get your horse dog,” The voice whines and Jungkook jumps to go get Bam since he was always extra friendly.

“Bam,” Jungkook calls out and chuckles when he sees Bam on top of Yoongi who was trying to take his shoes off,” house!”

Bam whines but listens to Jungkook, he solemnly walks off, probably back to your lap but Jungkook knows you’ll welcome him back with kisses and cuddles.

Yoongi scoffs and notices the pink pair of shoes sitting so peacefully next to Jungkooks shoes.

“You have someone over?” Yoongi already knows the answer since that’s all Yoonji talked to him about the night before.

“Yea,” Jungkook smiles down at your shoes, something about the way they so lovingly sat there made his heart float in his chest,” I thought you were getting back tomorrow?”

“I finished early.” Yoongi gets up and makes his way to the living room.

“Oh,” Jungkook walks with Yoongi,” come meet y/n.”

Yoongi hums, he’s nervous to meet you since Yoonji cried about you, she painted you a horrible bitch who treated her like shit. Yoongi was ready to tell you and Jungkook off since no one disrespects his sister and gets away with it.

Except, the instant he sees you, Yoongi feels like the world around him stopped in its tracks, he sees flowers and he hears angels sing at the sight of you and instantly forgets what Yoonji said about you. He knew you were cute because Jungkook only ever described you as such but he didn’t know you were this cute. You sat there blinking with your big round eyes and Yoongi swore that he would give you the world if you wanted it.

He doesn’t understand why he feels this way, he just knows that from this day on if you ever frowned Yoongi would hunt down whatever it was that hurt you. He practically pushes Jungkook out of the way to get to you, who was sitting so lovingly on his couch looking at him with those puppy eyes while you tried to stick those little Lego pieces together.

“Hyung this is Y/n,” Jungkook sits next to you,” y/n this is Yoongi Hyung.”

“Hi.” You smiled and Yoongi stutters over his words, there’s something about you that makes him want to bring his camera out and immortalize your whole being.

He shyly smiles and offers you some cake that he brought from Japan. Yoongi has a scowl on so you can’t really read his expression but his intensity makes you say yes. You grin and Yoongi feels his face buzz with a blush. He turns around almost robotically to fetch the cake he was going to save for the launch party of his photo book but he thinks he’d rather you have it. You decide to follow Yoongi and help him with the cake. Which sets Yoongis heart on fire, because he couldn’t believe how nice you were to offer.

Yoonji on the other hand, finally comes out of her room when she hears Yoongi. She wants to see Yoongi tear into you and Jungkook for being so mean to her. But to her utter dismay, he wasn’t yelling at you at all, he was chuckling at something you said, pathetically blushing. Yoongi didn’t even notice Yoonji either, all he did was nod his head her way, mumbling a soft morning.

Yoonji made her way to the couch to sit next to Jungkook, he tenses but keeps doing what he was doing. Yoonji has her arms crossed, foot tapping away in anger. She was expecting Yoongi to defend her, but no, Yoongi cut a big slice of cake for you with a shy smile on his face. Yoonji felt abused, threatened almost. She couldn’t believe her own twin would completely ignore her and for someone like you? She scoffs which gets Jungkooks attention, he looks up from his legos to see her staring directly at you and Yoongi. Yoongi had brought out his duffel bag now, the same one he takes with him to bring back all the random things he sees on his trips. He digs through it and Jungkook can’t help but smile when he sees how big and curious your eyes were.

“Hyung and y/n are getting along really well aren’t they?” Jungkook comments as he watches Yoongi show you all his souvenirs from Japan like a child showing their parents something they found. He was just a little jealous but then he remembered that Yoongi has a knack for cute things. That’s why his studio has a bunch of cats that he adopted and random cute plushies he’s found. Jungkook can’t be jealous when you’re getting well deserved attention.

Yoonji wants to scoff again, you’re even taking away her own twin,” They’re not even talking or whatever.”

True. Yoongi was just shly and silently showing you and you’d nod your head in approval, but Jungkook could see the connection you two had. He smiled to himself and continued building, totally and completely ignoring Yoonjis tantrum.

You return with your piece of cake and Jungkook eats half of it when you're not looking, just because he can and because he really liked the way you pout when you notice it was almost gone. You were afraid though, that Yoonji or even Yoongi might make comments regarding you but Yoongi kept offering you more and Yoonji completely ignored your whole existence.

Jungkook almost doesn’t want you to leave but you’ve been there all day and you think if you're there any longer Yoonji might have a stroke from how hard she was glaring at you. So you leave for your own apartment but Jungkook still feels the reminiscences of you all over his own apartment. He laid in his bed and it felt empty, no one to cuddle with, no one to squeeze either. He’d check the time on his phone only to see the picture you two took at the gym. Jungkook looks at his desk and sees the one Lego flower you let him keep.

You were everywhere but he didn’t mind it one bit.

In fact, Jungkook kind of liked the idea of you being everywhere around him.

He wants you around him all the time.

Jungkook sighs, he decides he’s going to give your snack ideas a try since you’ve been trying new things for your diet and he loves the snacks you’ve had him try before. He goes to the kitchen and sees Yoonji peeling an apple. She’s humming to herself happy that you were finally gone and Jungkook smiled to himself but seconds later feels a tightness in his chest, he couldn’t forget how she acted with you. Jungkook was disappointed and that’s when he decided now is a good time to tell her, he knew something had to be said.

Otherwise he’d be just like Taehyung.

He walks up to Yoonji and clears his throat to get her attention.

“Noona can we talk?” She smiles at him, thinking he came to apologize.

Yoonji continues what she was doing, not thinking too much about what he had to say, “Sure.”

Jungkook stands tall, like a brick wall since he knew how this confrontation would go down so he stays strong,” Yesterday you said something to y/n that didn’t really sit well with me and-“

“Oh that? I was joking.”

Jungkook bites his lip,” was the salad a joke too?”

“What?” She played dumb.

“When you ordered y/n the salad, was that a joke too?”

Yoonji opened her mouth to defend herself but Yoongi suddenly walks in, yawning loudly and putting his two cents in.

“Yoonji you ordered her a fucking salad?” Yoongi goes to sit next to Jungkook as he rubs his eyes, clearly still feeling tired from his nap. He didn’t think he’d have to deal with his sister’s actions on the day he gets to rest, yet here she was acting as if they stabbed her in the heart.

“Oppa have you seen her?” Yoonji whines when Yoongis glare was directed to her,” don’t get mad at me! Jungkook was going to feed her junk food! She’s fat as it is! I’m the one helping her!”

“Noona but it’s none of your business what y/n eats,” he said gently knowing Yoonji could turn herself into a victim if she so pleased,” it was her cheat day anyways so she’s able to eat different foods on those days like on-“

Yoonji scoffed,” I don’t care, she’s still fat and shouldn’t have them-“

Now yoongi scoffed, clearly offended Yoonji chose to disrespect his new friend,” Yoonji that’s enough, it’s not your place to say what other people eat.”

Yoongi looks at his twin who was full on pouting with giant crocodile tears starting to stream down her face. He then looked at Jungkook who was biting his lip, and looking a little worried over her fake tears.

Yoonji whispered, which made Jungkooks heart ache with more worry,” Why are you guys even ganging up on me? I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“We’re not,” Yoongi scoffs,” Yoonji just ask next time? Don’t assume shit.”

Yoonji felt her heart break a million pieces, all she wanted was to help you. She rubs her eyes and throws her apple away before storming off into her room. She slams the door shut and Yoongi wants to groan at her dramatic tantrum but he doesn’t since he knew she’d probably cry even more if he did.

“Kid, don’t worry,” Yoongi pat Jungkooks back to reassure him since he was awfully quiet now,” she’ll get over it.”

Jungkook sighed, he knows but it still doesn’t stop his heart from hurting. He doesn’t like being the type of person to make people cry, especially Yoonji. Ever since they were kids he would protect her and make sure no one would make her cry, But Jungkook found himself feeling extremely tired of it. His head hurts and all he can think about is getting a fluffy hug from you.

Jungkook goes back into his room to lay on his bed, forgetting all about his snack. He’s extremely bored and regrets letting you go home. He pulls his phone out to text you but he sees a notification that you posted on your Instagram account. He clicks on it and quickly likes it before staring at it for a while. It was a picture of you showing off your new yellow dress. He doesn’t remember taking this one for you but he assumes it was Yoon who did. That of course didn’t help the jealousy that ran thick in his heart since he was your camera man. Jealousy aside he could feel his heart squeeze, tight with happiness.

Jungkook sighs into his pillow, he misses the heck out of you now. You’ve instantly made him forget about the anxiety that plagued his chest and you haven’t even spoken to him. All he did was see your picture and he felt like everything would be okay. Jungkook screenshots your post and comments too many heart emojis under it. His fingertips are practically numb with adoration for you.

He lovingly hums, pulling out his switch so that he can distract himself from the familiar growing feeling in his chest, forgetting that he was going to text you. Jungkook hasn’t felt like this since highschool, it almost overwhelms him so he tries to think of other things that won’t give him a heart attack. But as he’s pulling weeds in animal crossing, he gets a text from you. His heart feels the same as it did when he did that marathon, it won’t stop its rapid beating as he quickly opens the text from you.

Alien Princess 💖:

Do you want to go watch a movie tomorrow?

Jungkooks heart bungee jumped in his own chest, snapping him awake to text you back with the biggest smile he’s ever worn before. He’s too impatient to see you tomorrow though.

He wants to see you tonight.

Kookie💪🏻👁👄👁:

How about we go tonight?

Kookie💪🏻👁👄👁:

I’ll pay 🤑

Alien Princess💖:

The movie I want to see isn’t showing tonight ☹️

Alien princess 💖:

But we can go get dinner if you want 🥺💖

Jungkook texts you an ‘okay’ and ‘I’ll pick you up soon.” Before he gets ready, he makes sure his hair is perfectly puffy since he knew you liked dudes with fluffy hair. He grabs his wallet and rushes to put his shoes on, but it wasn’t until he was sitting and tying his shoelaces when he realized something that made him sit there for just a little bit.

The last time he felt this excited to get ready like this, was in highschool before his first date ever with his crush. Jungkook looks down at his shoes, did he perhaps have a crush on you? Is this why he’s been so excited at even the mention of your name?

NAH

He shrugs and continues to tie his shoe, you’re his best friend who he absolutely adores and would cuddle and maybe kiss you if you wanted him to. Jungkook grabs his keys before getting up to look at himself in the mirror that hangs on the wall that Yoonji said was the ‘Fit Check station.’

He nods his head and shrugs once more.

Just normal best friend feelings.

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A/n: Uhm….we love yoongi !!!

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