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CLOSE TO YOU // JJK
it should’ve been easier than this, right?
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in which oc and jungkook sleep together and he can’t get over it
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pairings: goofy jungkook + uptight oc
au/genre:
uni au
friends with benefits
fluff & crack
warnings:
implied + actual smut
toxic behaviour (it’s a process)
parts:
1: rizz
1.5: ah, shit (x)
2: cuffing szn
2.5: stfu
3: party favour
3.5: when the party’s over
4: conceided
4.5: selfless
5: goodnight n go
5.5: r.e.m.
ongoing
update schedule is undecided atm !
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hiiiii friends - I hope you're all enjoying this little series... unfortunately, this will probably be my last update until around December )))): I'm not quite done writing yet, but I'll definitely have part 4 up by then!
I'll still be active, but won't be actively writing.
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reach the top (3) - jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader; (brief) jin x reader
synopsis: when your volleyball team gets cut and your brother, who is recently enrolled to your rivalry school, needs you to help him attend his classes while he continues to pursue his rap career; while you try keeping your volleyball dream alive, by serving sweet revenge on those that didn't believe in you.
genre: crack, fluff, angst; strangers to lovers/roommates to lovers; university au.
warning(s): mature language/themes, gender role implications.
word count: ~3k
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“How’s classes going?”
“Oh, you know,” You mumbled brushing your fake bangs out of your face, “It’s class.”
“I owe you a ton, for this. Thanks, sis.”
“Don’t mention it…” You trailed, holding the phone against your ear and shoulder as you finished a calculus equation, smiling in triumph when the question ends up being right.
“How’s volleyball? Did you girls figure out a way to get funding?”
You scoffed, “Yeah, something like that.”
“Well, that’s good right? You don’t sound so excited?”
“No, I am, “ you sighed, “It’s just, hard yenno, not easy… being compared to your ex? Just tired of from practicing so much…”
Your very first try out was two days ago, you had never been so excited. You had been running every morning and practicing drills by yourself to prepare yourself for the battlefield that is the volleyball court. You were confident that you would have made the team—that was until you actually watched the starting line up play a game. You had gotten to the gym early, in hopes that you would be able to practice some more drills, but you were beaten by the starting line up.
Of course, Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung were part of the starting lineup. They were accompanied by Choi Beomgyu, who was the team’s designated Libero (who played extremely well, which was not what you were expecting from the boy that embodies the definition of sloth); along with a kid named Yeonjun who also played Middle block, and Taehyun who played right-side. You had always known Ridgecrest was prideful of their men’s volleyball team, but you were not expecting them to be this good…
“First off,” Your brother scoffs, “Fuck Seokjin, I don’t care that he’s older than me, he had no right to treat you like that… I hope they lose against Ridgecrest again! We all know that they’re so much better than our volleyball team anyways.”
It was true; you did know these boys were good. You had a taste of their talent at the annual homecoming games between Cypress and Ridgecrest, and because you were the star player’s girlfriend (at the time), you were obligated to attend.
“No, you’re right, Hobi,” You sighed, “I just hope we – I mean, Ridgecrest wins this time around… From what I’ve been hearing is that Jin and Namjoon have been getting service aces left and right… Which never happened before. I guess I’m just a little worried.”
“Dunno, maybe they’re on some black magic shit.”
“I’m serious, Hobi, I don’t think I – I mean Ridgecrest stands a chance, I’ve seen them and how they deal with serves, it takes them a bit to get used to it.” You sulked.
Hoseok tsked, “Have a little faith, Y/n.” You hear your brother sigh, “But if anyone can beat Cypress, and beat them bad, it’s Ridgecrest.”
“Damn,” You giggled, “America’s changing you already? You’re so positive!”
“Aiiish, you’re such a twerp! I’m a ray of sunshine, I’m always positive!”
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“Are you sure you were an Ace?”
It has now been well over a week of practices, and while you thought you were getting better, it seemed that the starting line up of boys were getting just as good, just as fast. To say you were irritated was an understatement. You knew you had a disadvantage—being a female against ginormous boys definitely has it’s difficulties—but it didn’t help that you were endlessly being teased by Jimin; Taehyung and Jeongguk had their moments, but for the most part they just went along with the shorter man, laughing when he made a snide comment on your height.
“Do you ever get tired of being annoying?” You snarled, wiping the sweat off of your forehead, eyes glaring at the setter.
“Do you ever get tired of being annoying,” Jimin mocks, “As a matter of fact, I do not. Blehhhh.” Jimin pulls one of his cheeks down and sticks his tongue out at you, like the child he was.
You swear he reminds you of that one volleyball character on that one anime…
Tor-Torro? Oikama, was it? You couldn’t remember, but ironically enough—you were positive they played the same exact position.
“Can you stop tormenting the kid,” Taehyung swats Jimin’s head, earning a whiny Taehyung-ah, along with a pout.
“I’m not a kid!” You grunted out serving another ball over the net, that Beomgyu retrieved no problem. You tsked in annoyance and grabbed another.
“Your height could’ve fooled us.” Jeongguk snickers, easily serving a beautiful overhand serve, to which Beomgyu didn’t catch.
“Nice one, Kook!” Beomgyu utters out, eyeing the stary ball with a look of determination, “I’ll get the next one.”
“Do you boys ever get tired of, I don’t know, picking on me?”
“Nah.”
“You make it easy.”
“I barely pick on you, why am I being included?”
You could feel your blood boil as you toss up the ball, your feet quickly rushing forward to jump. As your feet left the ground, your body arches, coiling back and winding up for a hard hit. The adrenaline pumping through your veins echoed in your ears as the ball stops spinning for a brief moment, your arm making it’s way to strike the white ball. As your hand connects with the volleyball, like you always do, everything stilled.
Your eyes followed the quickness of the white ball, as it touches just the inside of the volleyball court, Beomgyu nowhere in sight, as you fall back to the ground, the sound of rubber hitting the floor harshly fills the quietness of the gym. Breathing heavily, cracking your neck to the side, your gaze drifts up to the libero; his eyes wide with shock, as he stared at the now stationary ball that sat behind the court, near the bleachers.
“Wh—”
“How?”
You turned around to see your three seniors staring gobsmacked at you. Feeling a sense of pride and confidence, you rolled your eyes.
“By the way,” You walked past them to grab another ball, “I did play Ace, and I was actually Cypress’s best.”
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“Jeon and Jung!”
You groaned, today had already sucked; the fact that practice ran later than normal this morning (which, really sucked because now, not only could you feel the dry sweat sticking to your body, but you weren’t able to do your normal morning routine where you were able to hide in a shower stall just at the end of the hallway of your dorm room, but when you had gone to check, that bathroom was out of order) but now you were partnered with one of the boys that mocked you.
“Alright, pair up,” Your professor claps, “and say hello to your partner for the rest of the semester! I expect you all to be mature adults and ready to work on the upcoming labs—starting with the first one on Thursday! Please have your pre-labs done, along with having read the material so that you’re well prepared to start right at 2. Don’t forget to cite any work that isn’t your own. I will be docking off a mark for those that do not cite their work.”
As your professor finished her speech, the chair beside you scraped noisily beside you, indicating your partner’s presence.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jeongguk grunts at your figure, “I’m not thrilled either, Chibi-chan.”
“Do you ever get tired of pestering me about my height?”
“No.”
“I’m not even that short!” You exclaimed throwing your head back in anguish.
“Hm,” Jeongguk hums, turning to face you and giving your slouched body a once over, “still shorter than me.” He shrugs.
Above all the people your professor could pair you up with. It seriously had to be this guy. Really? What had you done in your past life to deserve this? Did you murder someone?
“Whatever, Jeon,” You uttered out, “let’s just get through this term.”
“Kinda hard when my partner doesn’t want any of my help,” He sneers.
“We haven’t even started!”
“And?”
“And…” You mocked him, “how do you even know I don’t want your help if we haven’t even started the stupid lab, dumbo?”
“And this is why you’re single.”
“What, just cuz I called you a name? Grow up, Jeon.”
“If you hadn’t noticed, I’ve been growing, you however, have not.”
“Quit pestering me, you gigantic muscle-bunny.”
“You did not compare me to a fucking rodent.”
“If the shoe fits!”
“You’re such a—”
“Knock it off!” Beomgyu snarls causing the two of you to stare wide eyed at the libero who threw his hood up to continue his nap.
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“Again, Jung.” Coach Kai sighs, watching you miss another toss from Jimin.
You were drenched in sweat, body aching, and your feet was starting to swell in your shoes with the amount of jumping you had been doing. You didn’t want to admit it but it seemed that you just weren’t getting to the tosses fast enough.
The practice this morning had killed you. You were barely able to keep up with the boys this morning; after the full day of classes, how were they still so energetic?
It definitely didn’t help that Jeongguk was doing fuck all during the remainder of lab; you guys barely started the pre-lab and you had wanted to finish it before the weekend… Clearly that wasn’t happening—since you had a practice match at Nikoli this weekend. Coach Kai had bumped you up to their pinch server—the player that gets called to disrupt the flow of the match in hopes of favouring the players team for the rest of the game. You hadn’t ever been just a pinch server, but as long as you were a step closer to being a regular, you’d take it.
However, that’s easier said than done.
Jeongguk played annoyingly well. His line shots were are amazing. The amount of times during practice he’d get it perfectly on the line was annoying. He made hitting he ball look so effortless that you can’t help but watch him hit the ball. His blocks are insanely high, that you for sure would love to see him block one of Namjoon’s spikes. His serves… His serves were just as amazing… It’s no wonder he’s on the starting line up, he could do it all—better than you. He truly deserves the Ace title… but you’d never admit that out loud.
Taehyung’s blocks were no joke. From what you remembered from watching their games at Cypress, Taehyung and Jeongguk were considered the Iron Wall. One of the tallest blocks in the prefecture. It helped immensely that their verticals were much higher than the average verticals for their heights, but even so, their arms added onto the height. Their strategical blocking skills are the types of blockers you hated.
Back at Cypress the highest blockers in the prefecture for girls was, ironically, the girls team for Nikoli. You remembered losing to their team during your first year; this was the first game you had ever lost since coming onto the team. Euna played extremely well, getting the ball to you wherever you needed it; Somi receiving the ball each and every time… It had been you. You couldn’t get it past their blockers, you couldn’t find a way to slam the ball down on the other side of the court… You had always gotten shut out. That must’ve been the day you set out to become the best Ace in the prefecture. You worked on your shoulder mobility, becoming more fluid and flexible in your movements. You were thinking more rather than relying solely on instinct and intuition. You were determined to become the best; and the best is exactly what you became.
So, you can imagine how hard it is to start from the very bottom and work your way up. Especially with a new team.
Jimin’s sets are absolutely lethal; his precision on tossing the ball to his spikers were unmatched. He knew how to toss perfectly to his spikers—knowing the exact angle they want, and the perfect speed to get it to them. It hurt you to say it, but he was even better than Euna…
The only problem was that you’d never had this issue with Euna; her tosses were easy to hit, she made sure everyone was able to hit her tosses… Why was it so hard to hit Jimin’s?
“Jimin.” You huffed.
The setter turns to glance at you with his cat like eyes, “Hm?”
You sighed annoying, “Slow your toss when you pass to me.”
“Excuse me?”
The court was silent.
“I said,” You glanced up at him with tired eyes, “slow your tosses when you pass to me.”
“You want me… to slow my tosses?” Jimin hisses, “And why would I stoop to your level? I know my tosses are good.”
Furrowing your eyebrows, you crossed your arms, “I know your tosses are good—they’re great,” You huffed, “but, just slow them down for now. Let me get used to them.”
“And why should I fix my game play for someone who’s benched?”
Taehyung quickly puts out a hand between the two of you, “Hey, Chim, calm—”
“Cool it, Park.”
Your eyes widened when Jeongguk pushed through to where you and Jimin were, wiping off his sweat with a towel.
“Just give him a slower toss. It’s just a practice anyways, he’s not playing at homecoming.”
“Well, it’s my goal to.” You grunted, Coach Kai giving you a reassuring smile.
Coach Kai turns to Jimin, “Slow your tosses, Jimin. Let Jung get used to it, then pick up speed after, but for now respect his wishes; remember Park, it isn’t you that distinguishes how that ball goes over the net.”
Jimin’s cheeks turn a shade of pink as he bowed, uttering a got it coach, before turning around to continue a mock match with the rest of the team.
Coach Kai then turns to you, “You’ve got guts kid, telling Park to slow his toss the way you did.”
You shrugged, “I just want to play the best I can…”
“And about homecoming…” Coach pauses, “You could still make the starting line up if you show improvement. I’ve seen your receives and your blocks, you’ve got some crazy agility. You’ve also got monster serves… If you could find a way to fight mid-air better and be able to handle Jimin’s normal speed tosses… You could be the next Ace of Ridgecrest.”
You gave Coach Kai a toothy smile, “Got it coach!”
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“Oi.”
You peered up at the familiar voice of your teammate. You all had just finished up practicing—waiting for everyone to get out of the locker rooms, you sat in the lobby so you all could walk to the cafeteria together.
“Don’t ever tell me what to do.” Jimin snarls, shoving past you, “This is the only time I’ll slow my tosses; either get better or keep the bench warm, Jung. I won’t toss to someone that can’t win.”
Your gaze drops as you stare at the ground, avoiding all eye contact to the blond setter. The dull ache in your chest seeps its way to the surface as you bite your lip to prevent it from quivering more.
“Remember your place Jung; you just got here; you’re benched. I don’t know how it was at Cypress, but here, to make demands like that? You’ve got to be good.” Jeongguk bites.
“You say you were an ace? How can you be an Ace when you can barely keep up with our team? When you’re able to make amazing plays like the rest of us, then maybe, you can make demands like that. But until then,” Jeongguk bumps your shoulder roughly, looking over his shoulder to glare at you, “you have no authority to ask any of us to jeopardize our plays to accommodate you.”
Refusing to look up, you could feel your eyes prickling with tears. You quickly wiped your eyes before feeling a hand upon your shoulder.
“Don’t listen to them,” Taehyung smiles gently, “you got really good in one practice, they’re just jealous… I think your soft serves can give us an advantage,” Taehyung nods his head in the direction of the rest of the team as he walks next to you.
“Not to mention you were able to hit Jimin’s tosses easier in the last half hour.”
“He’s a really good setter…” You whispered looking down at your feet.
“As he should be—he was the starting setter for All-Stars Korea.”
You stopped, “P-Park?” Taehyung nods, chuckling.
“Yeah—he had the opportunity to play last year in the 18 and under category,” Taehyung shrugs, “He’s really talented, he’s normally really perceptive when he sets, so he’s able to change his tosses based on who he’s setting to, but with you,” Taehyung moves to turn to face you, “he couldn’t tell your style of play. Communication is key when it comes to Jimin, he normally knows exactly the type of toss to give his spikers, but for some reason… He couldn’t pinpoint what tosses you could hit.”
Taehyung shrugs again, continuing towards the cafeteria, “Not that, that’s a bad thing, but…” Taehyung looks over his shoulder with a smirk, “that may be troublesome to opponents on the opposite side of the court.”
And then it clicks.
This was why you were so good; this is why you were the Ace. Euna and you have history, she’s been tossing to you since middle school—so she’s grown accustomed to your game play—to your decoy moves. She knows when you want the toss, and she knows how to lead the opponents into thinking someone else will hit her ball.
But this is Jimin—a genius setter, he knows the type of set to give his spikers before they even know the set they want, he knows the best toss to give them so that they can play at the utmost best to their abilities…
Jimin’s talent is to bring out everyone’s 100% effort, no matter what team he played on. And that’s scary.
The chills that ran down your spine thinking about how amazing Jimin actually is, was exciting… If you and him could communicate better with your decoy moves and his genius setting skills… You just might be able to beat Cypress in their homecoming game.
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reach the top (3) - jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader; (brief) jin x reader
synopsis: when your volleyball team gets cut and your brother, who is recently enrolled to your rivalry school, needs you to help him attend his classes while he continues to pursue his rap career; while you try keeping your volleyball dream alive, by serving sweet revenge on those that didn't believe in you.
genre: crack, fluff, angst; strangers to lovers/roommates to lovers; university au.
warning(s): mature language/themes, gender role implications.
word count: ~3k
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“How’s classes going?”
“Oh, you know,” You mumbled brushing your fake bangs out of your face, “It’s class.”
“I owe you a ton, for this. Thanks, sis.”
“Don’t mention it…” You trailed, holding the phone against your ear and shoulder as you finished a calculus equation, smiling in triumph when the question ends up being right.
“How’s volleyball? Did you girls figure out a way to get funding?”
You scoffed, “Yeah, something like that.”
“Well, that’s good right? You don’t sound so excited?”
“No, I am, “ you sighed, “It’s just, hard yenno, not easy… being compared to your ex? Just tired of from practicing so much…”
Your very first try out was two days ago, you had never been so excited. You had been running every morning and practicing drills by yourself to prepare yourself for the battlefield that is the volleyball court. You were confident that you would have made the team—that was until you actually watched the starting line up play a game. You had gotten to the gym early, in hopes that you would be able to practice some more drills, but you were beaten by the starting line up.
Of course, Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung were part of the starting lineup. They were accompanied by Choi Beomgyu, who was the team’s designated Libero (who played extremely well, which was not what you were expecting from the boy that embodies the definition of sloth); along with a kid named Yeonjun who also played Middle block, and Taehyun who played right-side. You had always known Ridgecrest was prideful of their men’s volleyball team, but you were not expecting them to be this good…
“First off,” Your brother scoffs, “Fuck Seokjin, I don’t care that he’s older than me, he had no right to treat you like that… I hope they lose against Ridgecrest again! We all know that they’re so much better than our volleyball team anyways.”
It was true; you did know these boys were good. You had a taste of their talent at the annual homecoming games between Cypress and Ridgecrest, and because you were the star player’s girlfriend (at the time), you were obligated to attend.
“No, you’re right, Hobi,” You sighed, “I just hope we – I mean, Ridgecrest wins this time around… From what I’ve been hearing is that Jin and Namjoon have been getting service aces left and right… Which never happened before. I guess I’m just a little worried.”
“Dunno, maybe they’re on some black magic shit.”
“I’m serious, Hobi, I don’t think I – I mean Ridgecrest stands a chance, I’ve seen them and how they deal with serves, it takes them a bit to get used to it.” You sulked.
Hoseok tsked, “Have a little faith, Y/n.” You hear your brother sigh, “But if anyone can beat Cypress, and beat them bad, it’s Ridgecrest.”
“Damn,” You giggled, “America’s changing you already? You’re so positive!”
“Aiiish, you’re such a twerp! I’m a ray of sunshine, I’m always positive!”
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“Are you sure you were an Ace?”
It has now been well over a week of practices, and while you thought you were getting better, it seemed that the starting line up of boys were getting just as good, just as fast. To say you were irritated was an understatement. You knew you had a disadvantage—being a female against ginormous boys definitely has it’s difficulties—but it didn’t help that you were endlessly being teased by Jimin; Taehyung and Jeongguk had their moments, but for the most part they just went along with the shorter man, laughing when he made a snide comment on your height.
“Do you ever get tired of being annoying?” You snarled, wiping the sweat off of your forehead, eyes glaring at the setter.
“Do you ever get tired of being annoying,” Jimin mocks, “As a matter of fact, I do not. Blehhhh.” Jimin pulls one of his cheeks down and sticks his tongue out at you, like the child he was.
You swear he reminds you of that one volleyball character on that one anime…
Tor-Torro? Oikama, was it? You couldn’t remember, but ironically enough—you were positive they played the same exact position.
“Can you stop tormenting the kid,” Taehyung swats Jimin’s head, earning a whiny Taehyung-ah, along with a pout.
“I’m not a kid!” You grunted out serving another ball over the net, that Beomgyu retrieved no problem. You tsked in annoyance and grabbed another.
“Your height could’ve fooled us.” Jeongguk snickers, easily serving a beautiful overhand serve, to which Beomgyu didn’t catch.
“Nice one, Kook!” Beomgyu utters out, eyeing the stary ball with a look of determination, “I’ll get the next one.”
“Do you boys ever get tired of, I don’t know, picking on me?”
“Nah.”
“You make it easy.”
“I barely pick on you, why am I being included?”
You could feel your blood boil as you toss up the ball, your feet quickly rushing forward to jump. As your feet left the ground, your body arches, coiling back and winding up for a hard hit. The adrenaline pumping through your veins echoed in your ears as the ball stops spinning for a brief moment, your arm making it’s way to strike the white ball. As your hand connects with the volleyball, like you always do, everything stilled.
Your eyes followed the quickness of the white ball, as it touches just the inside of the volleyball court, Beomgyu nowhere in sight, as you fall back to the ground, the sound of rubber hitting the floor harshly fills the quietness of the gym. Breathing heavily, cracking your neck to the side, your gaze drifts up to the libero; his eyes wide with shock, as he stared at the now stationary ball that sat behind the court, near the bleachers.
“Wh—”
“How?”
You turned around to see your three seniors staring gobsmacked at you. Feeling a sense of pride and confidence, you rolled your eyes.
“By the way,” You walked past them to grab another ball, “I did play Ace, and I was actually Cypress’s best.”
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“Jeon and Jung!”
You groaned, today had already sucked; the fact that practice ran later than normal this morning (which, really sucked because now, not only could you feel the dry sweat sticking to your body, but you weren’t able to do your normal morning routine where you were able to hide in a shower stall just at the end of the hallway of your dorm room, but when you had gone to check, that bathroom was out of order) but now you were partnered with one of the boys that mocked you.
“Alright, pair up,” Your professor claps, “and say hello to your partner for the rest of the semester! I expect you all to be mature adults and ready to work on the upcoming labs—starting with the first one on Thursday! Please have your pre-labs done, along with having read the material so that you’re well prepared to start right at 2. Don’t forget to cite any work that isn’t your own. I will be docking off a mark for those that do not cite their work.”
As your professor finished her speech, the chair beside you scraped noisily beside you, indicating your partner’s presence.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jeongguk grunts at your figure, “I’m not thrilled either, Chibi-chan.”
“Do you ever get tired of pestering me about my height?”
“No.”
“I’m not even that short!” You exclaimed throwing your head back in anguish.
“Hm,” Jeongguk hums, turning to face you and giving your slouched body a once over, “still shorter than me.” He shrugs.
Above all the people your professor could pair you up with. It seriously had to be this guy. Really? What had you done in your past life to deserve this? Did you murder someone?
“Whatever, Jeon,” You uttered out, “let’s just get through this term.”
“Kinda hard when my partner doesn’t want any of my help,” He sneers.
“We haven’t even started!”
“And?”
“And…” You mocked him, “how do you even know I don’t want your help if we haven’t even started the stupid lab, dumbo?”
“And this is why you’re single.”
“What, just cuz I called you a name? Grow up, Jeon.”
“If you hadn’t noticed, I’ve been growing, you however, have not.”
“Quit pestering me, you gigantic muscle-bunny.”
“You did not compare me to a fucking rodent.”
“If the shoe fits!”
“You’re such a—”
“Knock it off!” Beomgyu snarls causing the two of you to stare wide eyed at the libero who threw his hood up to continue his nap.
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“Again, Jung.” Coach Kai sighs, watching you miss another toss from Jimin.
You were drenched in sweat, body aching, and your feet was starting to swell in your shoes with the amount of jumping you had been doing. You didn’t want to admit it but it seemed that you just weren’t getting to the tosses fast enough.
The practice this morning had killed you. You were barely able to keep up with the boys this morning; after the full day of classes, how were they still so energetic?
It definitely didn’t help that Jeongguk was doing fuck all during the remainder of lab; you guys barely started the pre-lab and you had wanted to finish it before the weekend… Clearly that wasn’t happening—since you had a practice match at Nikoli this weekend. Coach Kai had bumped you up to their pinch server—the player that gets called to disrupt the flow of the match in hopes of favouring the players team for the rest of the game. You hadn’t ever been just a pinch server, but as long as you were a step closer to being a regular, you’d take it.
However, that’s easier said than done.
Jeongguk played annoyingly well. His line shots were are amazing. The amount of times during practice he’d get it perfectly on the line was annoying. He made hitting he ball look so effortless that you can’t help but watch him hit the ball. His blocks are insanely high, that you for sure would love to see him block one of Namjoon’s spikes. His serves… His serves were just as amazing… It’s no wonder he’s on the starting line up, he could do it all—better than you. He truly deserves the Ace title… but you’d never admit that out loud.
Taehyung’s blocks were no joke. From what you remembered from watching their games at Cypress, Taehyung and Jeongguk were considered the Iron Wall. One of the tallest blocks in the prefecture. It helped immensely that their verticals were much higher than the average verticals for their heights, but even so, their arms added onto the height. Their strategical blocking skills are the types of blockers you hated.
Back at Cypress the highest blockers in the prefecture for girls was, ironically, the girls team for Nikoli. You remembered losing to their team during your first year; this was the first game you had ever lost since coming onto the team. Euna played extremely well, getting the ball to you wherever you needed it; Somi receiving the ball each and every time… It had been you. You couldn’t get it past their blockers, you couldn’t find a way to slam the ball down on the other side of the court… You had always gotten shut out. That must’ve been the day you set out to become the best Ace in the prefecture. You worked on your shoulder mobility, becoming more fluid and flexible in your movements. You were thinking more rather than relying solely on instinct and intuition. You were determined to become the best; and the best is exactly what you became.
So, you can imagine how hard it is to start from the very bottom and work your way up. Especially with a new team.
Jimin’s sets are absolutely lethal; his precision on tossing the ball to his spikers were unmatched. He knew how to toss perfectly to his spikers—knowing the exact angle they want, and the perfect speed to get it to them. It hurt you to say it, but he was even better than Euna…
The only problem was that you’d never had this issue with Euna; her tosses were easy to hit, she made sure everyone was able to hit her tosses… Why was it so hard to hit Jimin’s?
“Jimin.” You huffed.
The setter turns to glance at you with his cat like eyes, “Hm?”
You sighed annoying, “Slow your toss when you pass to me.”
“Excuse me?”
The court was silent.
“I said,” You glanced up at him with tired eyes, “slow your tosses when you pass to me.”
“You want me… to slow my tosses?” Jimin hisses, “And why would I stoop to your level? I know my tosses are good.”
Furrowing your eyebrows, you crossed your arms, “I know your tosses are good—they’re great,” You huffed, “but, just slow them down for now. Let me get used to them.”
“And why should I fix my game play for someone who’s benched?”
Taehyung quickly puts out a hand between the two of you, “Hey, Chim, calm—”
“Cool it, Park.”
Your eyes widened when Jeongguk pushed through to where you and Jimin were, wiping off his sweat with a towel.
“Just give him a slower toss. It’s just a practice anyways, he’s not playing at homecoming.”
“Well, it’s my goal to.” You grunted, Coach Kai giving you a reassuring smile.
Coach Kai turns to Jimin, “Slow your tosses, Jimin. Let Jung get used to it, then pick up speed after, but for now respect his wishes; remember Park, it isn’t you that distinguishes how that ball goes over the net.”
Jimin’s cheeks turn a shade of pink as he bowed, uttering a got it coach, before turning around to continue a mock match with the rest of the team.
Coach Kai then turns to you, “You’ve got guts kid, telling Park to slow his toss the way you did.”
You shrugged, “I just want to play the best I can…”
“And about homecoming…” Coach pauses, “You could still make the starting line up if you show improvement. I’ve seen your receives and your blocks, you’ve got some crazy agility. You’ve also got monster serves… If you could find a way to fight mid-air better and be able to handle Jimin’s normal speed tosses… You could be the next Ace of Ridgecrest.”
You gave Coach Kai a toothy smile, “Got it coach!”
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“Oi.”
You peered up at the familiar voice of your teammate. You all had just finished up practicing—waiting for everyone to get out of the locker rooms, you sat in the lobby so you all could walk to the cafeteria together.
“Don’t ever tell me what to do.” Jimin snarls, shoving past you, “This is the only time I’ll slow my tosses; either get better or keep the bench warm, Jung. I won’t toss to someone that can’t win.”
Your gaze drops as you stare at the ground, avoiding all eye contact to the blond setter. The dull ache in your chest seeps its way to the surface as you bite your lip to prevent it from quivering more.
“Remember your place Jung; you just got here; you’re benched. I don’t know how it was at Cypress, but here, to make demands like that? You’ve got to be good.” Jeongguk bites.
“You say you were an ace? How can you be an Ace when you can barely keep up with our team? When you’re able to make amazing plays like the rest of us, then maybe, you can make demands like that. But until then,” Jeongguk bumps your shoulder roughly, looking over his shoulder to glare at you, “you have no authority to ask any of us to jeopardize our plays to accommodate you.”
Refusing to look up, you could feel your eyes prickling with tears. You quickly wiped your eyes before feeling a hand upon your shoulder.
“Don’t listen to them,” Taehyung smiles gently, “you got really good in one practice, they’re just jealous… I think your soft serves can give us an advantage,” Taehyung nods his head in the direction of the rest of the team as he walks next to you.
“Not to mention you were able to hit Jimin’s tosses easier in the last half hour.”
“He’s a really good setter…” You whispered looking down at your feet.
“As he should be—he was the starting setter for All-Stars Korea.”
You stopped, “P-Park?” Taehyung nods, chuckling.
“Yeah—he had the opportunity to play last year in the 18 and under category,” Taehyung shrugs, “He’s really talented, he’s normally really perceptive when he sets, so he’s able to change his tosses based on who he’s setting to, but with you,” Taehyung moves to turn to face you, “he couldn’t tell your style of play. Communication is key when it comes to Jimin, he normally knows exactly the type of toss to give his spikers, but for some reason… He couldn’t pinpoint what tosses you could hit.”
Taehyung shrugs again, continuing towards the cafeteria, “Not that, that’s a bad thing, but…” Taehyung looks over his shoulder with a smirk, “that may be troublesome to opponents on the opposite side of the court.”
And then it clicks.
This was why you were so good; this is why you were the Ace. Euna and you have history, she’s been tossing to you since middle school—so she’s grown accustomed to your game play—to your decoy moves. She knows when you want the toss, and she knows how to lead the opponents into thinking someone else will hit her ball.
But this is Jimin—a genius setter, he knows the type of set to give his spikers before they even know the set they want, he knows the best toss to give them so that they can play at the utmost best to their abilities…
Jimin’s talent is to bring out everyone’s 100% effort, no matter what team he played on. And that’s scary.
The chills that ran down your spine thinking about how amazing Jimin actually is, was exciting… If you and him could communicate better with your decoy moves and his genius setting skills… You just might be able to beat Cypress in their homecoming game.
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reach the top (2) - jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader; (brief) jin x reader
synopsis: when your volleyball team gets cut and your brother, who is recently enrolled to your rivalry school, needs you to help him attend his classes while he continues to pursue his rap career; while you try keeping your volleyball dream alive, by serving sweet revenge on those that didn't believe in you.
genre: crack, fluff, angst; strangers to lovers/roommates to lovers; university au.
warning(s): mature language/themes, gender role implications.
word count: 3.4k
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“Hey, brat.”
Your twin brother Hoseok strolls into your room with a grin on his face and a plate of pizza in his hand. He sits down on your bed while you watch him with caution before he thrusts the plate into your hands.
“What’d you do to it…”
“Can’t a great brother like me not give his favorite sister food?” He asks clutching his heart, feigning his hurt.
“Okay, one,” You begin placing the plate down in front of you, “I’m your only sister, but I like the sound of your favorite, and two,” you hold up two fingers, “you’re only nice to me when you want something or you want me to do something for you…” You take a bite of pizza and crack your fingers, “So, what is it?”
Hoseok sighs and lays down in your bed staring up at the ceiling, “I got a slot at a festival to rap with Yoongi.” You shrieked jumping on your bed, only for your brother to sit up and shush you to keep quiet.
“What!” You whisper-yelled, “That’s amazing! When is it? Where is it?”
“Can you keep it down?” He hissed shushing you, bringing his hands up to signal you keep your voice down, “It’s… I-well-uh,” He scratches the back of his head, “It’s in America.”
“AMER—” Hobi’s hands clasp around your mouth as he shushes you again.
“For the love of God, Y/n—can you please shut the fuck up?” He winces when you lick his hand, jerking it away quickly.
“Hobi, I love you—but you just got kicked out of Cypress because you’ve be skipping… You just into Ridgecrest, which starts in a week! How are you going to do your rap gig in America?”
“Well… I was hoping that you could like… Cover for me? Like pretend to be mom or some shit and say that someone died or that we have a family emergency?”
“How am I going to pull that off?” You scoffed, shoveling more pizza into your mouth.
“I don’t know! You’re the genius out of the two of us, plus... By the way, I heard that Cypress got rid of their volleyball team… That true?” He asks more calmly, as he can already tell what the answer is the minute he sees your face drop.
“Look,” You conclude, “Say I do help you, how are you going to pull this off without them knowing?”
"You gonna snitch?”
“What the fuck? Are you serious—”
“Then we’ll be good. Dad thinks I’m here with mom, mom would think I’m with dad, and that’s the beauty, of divorced parents. So, it works out!” Hobi moonwalks to your bedroom window opening it.
“Wait where are you—”
“Yoongi is waiting for me at the end of the block, suitcase is packed and all I needed was to make sure that you were on board!” He winked, before swinging his leg out of the window, blowing you a kiss and a gentle smile, he jumped out, followed by a loud smack hitting the pavement and a groan shortly after.
“Hobi?” You whispered still in your bed angling your head to try and see out the window.
“Y/n?” Your mom bursts into your bedroom looking confused, “Did I just hear Hoseok?”
“Uh—no, not—no, not here, he’s at Dad’s? I was just on the phone with him? Just hung up though.” You chuckled nervously placing your phone back down, “What’s up?”
Your mother sighs, “I was just coming here to tell you, I need you to be working the carnival in a few weeks, I’ve volunteered you to work at one of the booths and your brother will be running the dunk tanks. Can you make sure to tell him that soon?”
“Do I have to?” You groaned, “I should be practicing—”
Your mother tsked, “Jung Y/n, I swear you and your brother are the exact same, trying to get out of volunteer work to do whatever it is that you guys do in your spare time… Twins.” She sighs once more, shaking her head, and shutting the door.
Once you hear the retreating footsteps of your mom, you quickly unlocked your phone to sift through your pictures. You come to a recent picture of you and your brother, one from the past summer when you visited your dad after school had ended. You hadn’t noticed it too much, maybe because you see each other every day, but you do have similar features. You even remember when you two were younger how everyone would confuse the two of you when you’d wear similar outfits, it especially didn’t help that you thought it would be a bright idea to chop your hair off like Mulan did in that one scene… You and Hoseok were often mistaken as identical twins at that point.
You hummed to yourself… Just maybe there was a way that you could prove your point that a girl can most certainly play on the boys volleyball team…
You dialed the number of a dear friend, contemplating if this was what you really wanted to do, before you could back out, her airy voice filled your ears.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Kione… Say, you’re still doing hair right?”
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“You’re joking right?”
You, Somi, and Euna were gathered around the beautiful girl who’s hair was in pigtails, her purple bangs curving around her face as she popped her gum. Her whole sleeve was on display, along with her heavily decorated ears that had numerous amounts of earrings dangling, while her nose piercing gleamed under the salon lights.
“I know it sounds crazy, but please Kione? I need to prove a point; I have to win against Cypress—think of it as… Revenge on my ex-boyfriend for not believing in me.”
Kione thrusts her head back with a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose, “Ugh—” She groans, “I’m such a sucker for revenge against shitty exes.”
“Please, Kione?”
“C’mon, girl, you’re the best at what you do, with your help no one would be able to guess that Jung Hoseok is actually his twin sister!” Somi says with a grin.
“She’s gotta fix her mannerism.” Kione whispers, “But… Maybe my brother Soobin can help with that…” You watched with hopeful eyes as Kione works out the whole plan in her head. Humming to herself, she nods.
“Alright, fine. I’ll help you out.” The three of you squealed embracing her into a hug, that she half accepted with a disgusted face.
“We start tomorrow, drop by so I can fix you a wig, some sideburns, and how to hide… that.” She gestures towards your chest. Blushing hard and covering yourself up, you nodded.
“Great!”
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“Noona, you can’t fucking drink a soda with your pinky up!” Soobin exhales, rubbing his temples.
“Hey, don’t forget who’s older!” You hissed at the younger, “And you can blame my mom for that, those damn etiquette classes are embedded in my brain.”
“You’re not even older by much,” Soobin roles his eyes, “try again.” Soobin sighs, tossing you another can of soda.
You huffed, catching it with ease and popping it open. Wrapping the entirety of your hand around the drink, lifting your eyes to sarcastically thrust your hand out, ensuring that Soobin saw that you didn’t have your pinky up. Tilting your head back, you downed the carbonated drink, squeezing your eyes shut at the familiar burn.
“Alright, now burp. And don’t say excuse me this time.”
Letting out the loudest belch that you had ever done in your life, your eyes tearing up at the burning sensation in your nose.
“Good, that’s good!” Soobin states with a smile, “Better than you letting out those tiny excuse of—”
“Okay, you know what—”
“Alright, you two.” Kione walks in with scissors in her hands, “That’s enough for today, yeah? Thanks, Soobin.”
“You owe me a shit ton of boba for this Ki.” Soobin jokes with a smile, “Kidding…. Unless…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Kione waves her hand, “Get lost, squirt.”
Soobin chuckles as he gets up and smiles at you, “Fighting! Catch ya later, Y/n-noona!”
You watched as Soobin leaves his sisters salon, and you sit down on the chair that Kione told you to sit at. Cracking your neck, Kione waltzes back in with a bright yellow wig that looked scarily similar to Hobi’s.
“You sure you wanna do this?” Kione questions as she situates your hair inside a hairnet and places the wig on top of your head.
Your heart was racing, you could hear the pounding in your ears, as she begins to style the front of your hair in a similar fashion to Hobi’s bangs; your mind was all over the place, part of you was certain that you would be able to pull it off, the other half of you was nervous—knowing that if you were caught, that this would reflect badly on your school record… or you think something like this would reflect badly, however you were hoping it wouldn’t, and you were hoping that you wouldn’t get caught too. You knew that the minute Kione begins to cut the wig that there was no turning back. You weren’t about to waste your friend’s effort and service just for you to back out.
So, you sat up straight, confidence dripping off of your physique, your gaze determined staring at Kione through the mirror.
“Yeah,” You state without tripping over your words, “let’s do it.”
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Few days later…
Wig? Check.
Cloth to wrap your boobs. Check.
Sideburns. Check
Tampons. Double check.
You zipped up your bag, remembering to take your volleyball bag with you before shutting your door and scurrying down the stairs in hopes that your mother wouldn’t be sitting in front of the door.
You were about to turn the knob to exit the house when you heard a loud cough erupt your escape.
“And where do you suppose you’re off to?”
Turning around slowly, you greet the hard stares of your mother’s eyes, her arms crossed and her foot tapping.
Your mother wasn’t a very tall woman but was she ever the scariest in this stance. You towered over her 5’2 frame with your average height of 5’6—definitely shorter than most aces, but that’s what made you extremely talented, so people called it, you sure knew how to jump. Her black bob framed her slim face, her outfit consisted of a tight pencil skirt and a short sleeved button-down top, her typical attire.
“I-uhm-I,” You stuttered out, “I’m headed to dad’s for the next couple weeks, remember? He said he wants Hoseok and I to… Help fix the basement!” You were lying through your teeth, and you couldn’t tell if your mother was buying it or not. Her face remained unchanged and stoic, and you hated that you were never really able to read her because of it.
“I don’t think so.” She says with ease, “The deal between your father and I was that if he keeps one kid for the week, I keep the other. So, go back upstairs and unpack.”
You sighed loudly, panicking slightly, how were you going to get out of this one?
“B-but Kione!” Your eyes widened, “uh, Kione lives near Ridgecrest, you know the school Hobi enrolled in? That just so happens to be by dad’s!” You state boldly, hoping that your mother was catching your drift.
“And?” She inquires raising an eyebrow.
“Y-you said that you wished I was more like a girl! I was thinking, since Kione will be working over there in the local salon, I could get some pointers in… Hairstyling and such…” You sounded unsure, but you could see the way your mother unravels her arms and her frown slowly disappears, a smile replacing it.
“Oh!” She cheers with a relieved face, “That sounds amazing! I have always liked that Kione, her etiquette is so feminine and she’s so soft spoken—her hair colour choices worry me some, and those tattoos of hers… Her piercings as well… But she’s so feminine!”
Sighing in relief you nodded your head, “Yeah, haha… Anyways, if you don’t mind… Imma just—”
“You’re going to take that ball while learning the arts of cosmetics?” You could hear the disgust in your mother’s voice as you shift on the balls of your feet again.
“Y-yeah,” You say before throwing open the door, “It comforts me, you know that…” Shrugging you run out the door before your mother could stall you more, “See ya, mom!” You sped out of your home, slamming the door shut behind you, while you made your way towards Kione and Soobin, who were waiting patiently for you in their car.
“You good, Noona?” Soobin asks when you plopped down into the backseat of his sister’s car.
“Yeah,” You gasp for air, “Mom just… I knew the longer I stayed she’d see right through my lies.” Kione giggles in the passenger seat and Soobin chuckles to himself before putting the car in drive.
“How did you get out of it?”
“I said I was going to practice being more feminine with Kione by indulging in cosmetics.”
The siblings glance at each other before laughing abruptly to themselves, Soobin turning onto the freeway towards Ridgecrest.
“And does your mother know that… I am so feminine that I love girls?” Kione snorted and Soobin smirks.
“Kinda left that part out,” You respond guiltily, “but in my defense, if she found that out, she definitely wouldn’t have let me go. She might think you’d try something.” You laughed, Kione shrugs.
“Maybe I would if I didn’t, you know, have a girlfriend.”
The three of you giggled for the next 5 hours of the long drive to the school.
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“Well,” Soobin sighs, “Here we are!”
You pulled up to Ridgecrest—the colours of maroon and white decorated the flags that were on flagpoles surrounding the campus. The school looked much like what you had imagined Hogwarts to look like, a large, gated community, a few towers in the distance that appeared to be where the class could be—but you could be wrong. The buildings look newly reconstructed, with bits and pieces of red decorating their exterior to compliment the school’s colours. All in all, this school made Cypress—and their boring blues and greys—look livelier and fun, and not like the prison that your previous school had seemed to portray.
“You going to be okay?” Kione questions, turning around in the passenger seat, “I’ll just be working across campus, okay? So, feel free to come find me if you hadn’t made any friends yet!”
“Yeah,” Soobin agrees, “I’ll be working in the salon too with Ki,” giving you a smile, “Don’t be a stranger!”
You smiled grabbing your gear and hopping out of the car.
“Thanks guys! Seriously!” You shut the door, taking a deep breath, and walked towards the campus dormitories. You took the time to admire the large fountain you walked by on the way to your room. Everyone seemed nice—the boys fist bumped you and all the girls smiled, a different type of environment that you were used too. At Cypress, everywhere you turned majority of the people there would keep to themselves or ignored you completely. It was a nice change of scenery.
As you journeyed towards the men’s dorms, you were greeted with the booming sounds of yelling and heavy footsteps running around. With wide eyes you stopped in your step to witness the entirety of your hall out of their rooms, running around, throwing an assortment of balls, simply playing around in the halls.
Absolute madness.
Chaos.
You panicked, fumbling with your keys to find you dorm: 143. You zoomed past all the boys that seemed to have been running directly at you, only for them to duck into a room. You stumbled over skateboards, balls, and… a shoe? You quickly found the dorm room and pushed your keys in, to greet your ears with silence. Breathing heavily, you leaned against your door, sighing in relief.
“Uhm…”
Your eyes shot open to see 3 men; one was seated on the windowsill, ears decorated with silver rings, two on one ear, and one on the other, his hair was blonde framing a very handsome face, he had some muscle but not an overbearing amount—but you could definitely tell that he was physically active. The next one was sitting on the bed, his fluffy black hair covering his eyes, his ears also decorated with earrings, except he had a stacked design on one of his lobes, almost the same amount of muscles as the last man, but you could tell he must’ve been taller just the way he stretched out along the bed. The last one was standing right in front of you, his hair was styled short, black, and slight bangs in his eyes, he was easily the biggest—muscle wise, since it seemed that Mr. Fluffy hair beat the other two in height—man you had ever seen. His doe eyes were furrowed, staring down at you. The most frustrating thing is the fact that all three of these boys were absolutely stunning.
Cypress didn’t have this many hot men…
“Uh-uhm, hey!” You coughed out, ensuring that your voice was deep—man would Soobin have kicked your ass, “I-I’m Jung Hoseok, what’s up?”
Doe eyes nodded, “Jeon Jeongguk,” He shook your hand, “Kim Taehyung is the guy on my bed and Park Jimin is on the window.”
“Cool!” You squeaked, coughing again to fix your voice, “Are-are you guys athletes… or…”
“Mhm,” Jeongguk hummed, turning around, and grabbing a water from the mini fridge, “We play volleyball.”
Your eyes widened, “Me too! What positions?”
“Jimin’s our setter, Taehyung plays middle block, and I play left side.” Jeongguk states, “You play?” You tossed your bags to the side of the room where your bed was and nodded.
“I was the Ace from my old school.”
“You?” Jimin chuckles, “You played Ace?” Jeongguk and Jimin were both doubling over in laughter as Taehyung sneered at his friends.
“Don’t be assholes!” Taehyung barked as the two quipped up, still stifling in their laughs.
“You can’t possibly be an Ace.” Jimin states giving you a once over, which made you feel self conscious, “You can’t be taller than me.” Jimin makes his way over towards you, before proving his point with a smug grin staring down at you. Soon after, Taehyung and Jeongguk joined him in crowding around you; you suddenly felt small. Even though you were 5’6, just slightly above average, these boys were tall, at least taller than you. Jimin had at least 2 inches on you, not much—but still enough for him to be a cocky prick about it, however; Taehyung and Jeongguk were practically skyscrapers. Jeongguk had to be 5’10, at least, and Taehyung could very well be closer to 6’0 or 6’1, you couldn’t tell, but they were much taller. It was Taehyung that spoke first, making you leave your thoughts.
“Where did you say you played?” He questions, the 3 pairs of eyes burning a hole into your skull as they awaited your response.
“Cypress,” You uttered out, “Uhm- I transferred from Cypress.”
Jeongguk tsks while Jimin sneers at the mention of the rival school, Taehyung’s forehead creases, but just nods.
“Ah, so I’m assuming that you know Kim Seokjin and his delinquent of a friend Kim Namjoon?” Jimin hisses, rolling his eyes. You nodded.
“Uh-yeah, I d-do. My sister actually dated the prick.” You huffed out, recalling your hatred for your ex-boyfriend, and remembering why exactly you were here in the first place.
“Namjoon or Seokjin?”
“Jin-“ Your eyes widened, “I m-mean Seokjin.”
“Did he treat her right?” Taehyung asked, “You seem like a protective brother is all, and you didn’t sound too fond of him.”
“Tae you’re being nosy.” Jimin shoves the taller man.
“It was just a question!”
“For the most part, I guess.” You say, answering the question. You shrugged, “It didn’t end too pretty though, pretty sure my sister is plotting some type of revenge.” It felt weird talking about yourself, but how else were you going to sell this act?
“Wah!” Jimin says with disappearing eyes, patting Jeongguk’s back, “Sounds like your typa woman, Jeon!” You noticed that Jeongguk shoves his friend off, pink dusting across his cheeks.
“Shut up, hyung.” Jeongguk whispers, “That’s his sister.”
You shrugged, “Hey man, do what you want. She’s her own person, if she’s your type, she’s your type.” You didn’t know what possessed you to say such a thing, but when the words left your mouth, you noticed that the two boys were smirking, and a certain doe eyed man stared at you with a tight-lipped smile, curiosity swirling in his eyes.
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ugh un such a sucker for dad girl yoongi!!! so excited for this ((:
between the lines — myg (1)
⌞part one⌝
yoongi brings his daughter to work with him in hopes to lift her mood and distract her from their harsh reality. only the distraction proves to be more than what yoongi had hoped for… a lot more.
pairing: single dad!yoongi x actress!f reader rating: nc-17 words: 6.1k genre(s): fluff, angst, comedy au(s): strangers to lovers, single dad, single parent, movie industry, famous heroine, hidden identity, found family warnings: curse words, abandonment issues, past trauma, loss of loved ones, mention of poor mental health, previous financial struggles, side pairing (namseok)
author’s note: the first part is here! i’m so happy to be able to share yoongi’s story. thoughts, opinions and feedback is warmly welcomed! [div cr]
caution: this part will mention a couple of heavy and sensitive topics. please read at your own risk. remember, your mental health matters ♡
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“I used to rule the world…” A raspy groan escaped Yoongi’s lips. He rolled onto his stomach, blinking bleary eyed as he haphazardly reached out for his iPhone. Each day, as per his usual routine, Yoongi’s cell phone vibrated at six-thirty in the morning with the unmistakable violins of Viva La Vida.
Tapping his forefinger on the orange stop button, Chris Martin’s voice disappeared into the comfortable silence of Yoongi’s bedroom. He released another groan, bringing his dominant hand up to run his fingers through his raven colored strands, “Time to get up,” he murmured to himself, throwing off the covers.
Min Yoongi was a creature of habit; to put it simply. He enjoyed having structure and order in his life, especially where his daughter was concerned. Min Nara was a force to be reckoned with and the light of Yoongi’s life. She brightened his existence in every sense of the word and he couldn’t imagine his life without her. Nara was a bubbly, energetic and effervescent eight year old. She approached each day with curiosity, excitement and wonder – to which Yoongi absolutely adored. The only downside to this was his daughter’s tendency to be late for school. And appointments. And piano lessons. Among other things. So he learned rather quickly that an organized schedule would be beneficial for the both of them.
“Bug,” Yoongi called from his doorway, “Rise and shine.”
Nara’s bedroom resided directly adjacent to his own, their doors essentially mirrored. It was one of the things he liked about the modest two-bedroom apartment he currently leased. He was fortunate enough to be renting from his best friend, meaning rent was significantly more affordable than other properties on the market. He couldn’t be more thankful for the friendships in his life. His friends treated him and Nara as family and vice versa.
Ten minutes passed and Nara still hadn’t emerged from her bedroom. Yoongi was already dressed in a pair of charcoal jeans and a fitted black tee. Although his workplace didn’t mandate a dress code, Yoongi preferred to wear black to work at all times, “Nara,” he approached her door, rapping his knuckles against the door frame, “Are you okay?”
A cough sounded from the other side of the door and Yoongi’s heart rate spiked. Hastily turning the knob, Yoongi entered his daughter’s bedroom and rushed to her side, “Bug, are you sick?”
Nara glanced up at her father, blankets tucked beneath her chin. She nodded.
“Oh Bug… Why didn’t you come get me earlier?” Yoongi’s face etched with worry.
“Because you were sleeping Daddy. I didn’t wanna wake you up.”
Frowning, Yoongi couldn’t help but feel somewhat responsible. His baby girl was unwell and he wished he’d seen the signs earlier. It had been so much easier when she was younger.
“It’s alright, Bug. I’m going to check your temperature and bring back some cough medicine, okay? Hang tight.” He pressed a doting kiss to the top of her head and hurried to the bathroom.
With Yoongi preoccupied in the bathroom, sifting through the medicine cabinet, Nara sneakily pulled a heated wheat bag from beneath her pillow. She placed it directly to her forehead, in hopes for her temperature to rise. She’d managed to warm up the bag in the microwave while her father snoozed, knowing that his alarm went off at the same time every morning. Nara’s plan was all but going according to plan. When she heard his footsteps, she quickly tucked the wheat bag back underneath her pillow.
Yoongi returned seconds later, his hands full of medical supplies. Overprotective Dad Mode: Activated.
“My poor baby,” he cooed, placing the items onto the edge of her bed, “Let’s see what we’re working with,” he uncapped the thermometer, gently gesturing for Nara to open her mouth. She complied. While the thermometer began to count upwards in Fahrenheit, Yoongi placed his palm against her forehead, “You’re burning up. Shit.”
Curse words weren’t an anomaly in the Min household, despite how often his friends scolded Yoongi for being crass around his daughter. He argued that Nara was intelligent enough to know not to use those words, as they were for adults only. He didn’t want to restrict himself around her; he aimed to be as authentic as possible. Nara was all he had and he wanted her to be able to trust him with everything, no matter how big or small. Yes, he was her father, but he also wanted to be her friend.
“I don’t think I should go to school today Daddy,” Nara mumbled through a pout.
“I think you might be ri–” The thermometer interrupted him, “Wait, this is weird. It says you’re only ninety-eight degrees.”
Nara’s eyes widened, “Really?”
“Yeah Bug, that’s normal,” Yoongi said. His eyebrows furrowed, “I don’t understand. Your forehead felt like a furnace.” He placed his palm against her forehead once more. It wasn’t as hot as before. That confused him further, “Huh… It feels fine now. I think you can go to school today, Bug. I’ll give you some cough syrup before we leave, hm?”
Nara’s lips quivered, “No Daddy! I’m too sick!”
“Nara, you feel fine–”
“I’m not fine!” Nara cried out, her hickory colored eyes welling up with tears, “I’m sick! Please let me stay home!”
His eyebrows shot up. Yoongi hadn’t witnessed Nara this way since her ‘Terrible Twos’. She looked distraught and the sight tore away at his heartstrings. What was upsetting his Lovebug?
“Nara,” Yoongi sat down beside her, “You’re upset. Can you tell me what’s going on?”
Sniffling, Nara reached behind her head and tugged out the heated wheat bag. Relief washed over Yoongi’s face, although he felt a little disappointed that she had tried to trick him. She’d never pulled a stunt like this before and he wanted to know what pushed her to do so.
After what felt like hours, Nara finally spoke, “I don’t wanna go to school.”
“Why not?” Yoongi asked gently.
“Just ‘cause.”
“Come on, Bug. There’s got to be a reason. You love school.” That was true; Nara adored going to school. She was thriving in all her second grade classes, particularly art and physical education. Just like her father. She had at least half a dozen friends and eagerly looked forward to seeing them every weekday. So this was certainly out of character for his vivacious baby girl.
Nara tugged the blankets up over her face, causing Yoongi to release a heavy sigh. He didn’t want to push her but time was ticking away. He needed to be in the back lot by eight-thirty and he hadn’t even arranged breakfast for the two of them yet.
“Okay, I’ll give you some space–”
“No, please don’t go Daddy,” she said from underneath the covers, “I’m sorry.” She sniffled again, peeling back the duvet to expose her reddened eyes to her concerned father. Yoongi felt his heart squeeze and his eyes softened.
“You don’t need to be sorry, Bug. I’m just worried about my little girl and I want to know how I can help.”
Nara’s lips trembled, “I don’t think you can help, Daddy.”
“Why not?” Yoongi inquired, his hands reaching out to delicately brush away the flyaways falling over her eyes, “I’m sure there’s something I can do. Should I talk to Ms Lee? Do I need to talk to someone’s mom?” He wasn’t above putting a Karen in her place. He would move mountains and scale the oceans for Nara.
She shook her head sadly, “No.”
Yoongi was at a loss. He felt helpless. His daughter was hurting and he couldn’t come up with a solution to make her feel better. What a shitty father he was. Rubbing his forehead with his hand, Yoongi resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose out of stress. What could he possibly do in this situation? This was uncharted territory for him.
“I don’t wanna go to school because everyone is gonna have their moms there except me.”
Yoongi had been so caught up in his own mind that he’d almost missed his daughter’s admission. Face falling, he noticed the way Nara dejectedly picked at her nail beds, “Oh Bug…” That’s when realization hit him like a freight train. Today was ‘Bring Your Mom To School Day’. He should’ve been more diligent in checking the school semester calendar on the fridge, “I’m so sorry. I should’ve known.”
Nara shrugged. His Lovebug was putting on a brave face, that was for sure.
“Come here,” He said, tapping his upper thigh. She immediately flung into her father’s arms, curling up in his lap like she used to a couple years ago. Nara buried her head into his chest and Yoongi’s heart shattered when he heard her sniffle once more. This part never got easier, “I’ve got you, Lovebug.”
His words held promise because he meant them with his entire heart. Yoongi wasn’t ever going to give up on her, not like she had. He closed his eyes as the painful memories resurfaced.
“Yoongi listen…”
“I can’t do this anymore…”
“I’m not cut out to be a mother…”
“I didn’t ask for this…”
“I’m leaving and you can’t stop me…”
Nara had only been four months old when her mother walked out on them. Was Nara planned? Absolutely not. Yoongi was only twenty-one when Sana called him in tears, wailing that her life was over because she was pregnant. The two of them had been in their final year of college and the idea of having a child was nothing short of terrifying. Neither of them had been ready.
After calming her down over the phone, Yoongi gave Sana the time and space to determine what she wanted to do. It was her body, her choice and he was going to back her on whatever she decided. When she revealed to him two weeks later that she wanted to keep the baby and not terminate the pregnancy, Yoongi was secretly overjoyed. He’d partaken in a lot of research during their short time apart and he believed he could make the whole parenting thing work – even when he was on the verge of shitting himself scared.
The pregnancy had been a lot of work. Despite Sana’s parents being pretty well-off, she refused to tell them about the baby until the birth. Her tuition was being covered by her father’s hefty bank account and she had a feeling that he would stop paying her school fees if he knew about her pregnancy, so Yoongi had to find another job. He didn’t have the luxury of asking his parents for financial aid, as Yoongi had a difficult childhood. His father left when he was still in the womb and his mother sadly passed away from ovarian cancer when he was just sixteen years old. Yoongi ended up living with his uncle until he turned eighteen and got accepted into university. He was on a full-ride scholarship that included a room in the male dorms, board and necessary school supplies. But to save himself from boredom, he also worked part time as a freelance videographer.
Without Sana contributing any source of income, he knew he needed to step up and provide for his family. So he secured a serving position just outside of campus that luckily offered him thirty hours a week. Between working two jobs, studying for finals and helping Sana in any way he could – Yoongi was exhausted. But it had all been worth it when Sana’s obstetrician told them they were expecting a baby girl.
“A girl! I’m going to be a girl dad,” He gushed to Sana with glossy eyes, “I’m so happy, babe.”
Little did he know that Sana felt the opposite. She’d been hoping for a son. She didn’t want to raise a girl. In her mind, girls cost more money. Girls required more attention. Girls were just more. But instead, she forced a smile and led Yoongi to believe that everything was going to be okay. She continued to play him for a fool until that fateful day when she packed a duffle bag and left him standing in the middle of their tiny studio apartment, a crying Nara swaddled in his arms. The trajectory of his life changed that day and Yoongi made a promise to himself and to his daughter that he wouldn’t ever leave her. Not like her mother did to her and not like his deadbeat father did to him. No matter what it took, Yoongi was going to give Nara the childhood he never had.
Now that was easier said than done. With Sana gone, Yoongi fell into a depression. Things became drastically harder. He had to get Nara onto bottles, as breastfeeding was obviously off the table. The transition to baby formula had been a struggle at first, but thankfully it didn’t last for very long. While getting Nara used to a new feeding schedule, Yoongi also had to juggle work. He’d finished college two months before Nara was born but hadn’t been able to do anything with his undergraduate’s degree. Why? Well obviously no company advertising an entry level position was willing to hire a new father. All Yoongi could do was fall back on his videography side hustle and that wasn’t enough to keep his head above water.
Before long, Yoongi had found himself coming face to face with an eviction notice and a month to vacate his studio apartment. He’d hit rock bottom. He was a fucking failure. What kind of father struggled to provide for his daughter? A pathetic excuse for one, that’s what he told himself. He was twenty-two with a six month old baby girl and no sign of light at the end of the tunnel. Until the day he came across Namjoon’s post on a popular leasing website.
Kim Namjoon posted under the ‘Apartments And Rooms For Rent’ tag, stating that he was looking for a long-term roommate. His prerequisites had been simple: Clean, responsible, self-sufficient. The asking price for the room was dirt cheap and Yoongi almost fell off his futon when he read the ad. He couldn't recall the last time he typed a phone number that fast. Namjoon answered after the third ring, his deep voice filling Yoongi’s ears.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Kim Namjoon?”
“Yes, speaking.”
“Hi Namjoon. My name is Yoongi and I’m calling about the ad you posted online…”
After a twenty-five minute conversation over the phone, Namjoon invited Yoongi to come and visit the property that afternoon. The next day, a tenancy agreement arrived in Yoongi’s email inbox. He cried in relief for about an hour.
Namjoon had been a gift sent from above. The man was a year younger than Yoongi, but he’d already graduated from university with high honors. He was something of a genius. He worked in advertising and was on a cool six figures a year at twenty-one. Namjoon wanted a roommate for one purpose and one purpose only – he needed someone to handle all the household chores because he was far too busy to do it all himself. When he explained that to Yoongi, he was a little sheepish. The ad hadn’t mentioned that teeny tiny detail, but Yoongi didn’t care in the slightest. Especially when he arrived with Nara strapped to his chest in her baby sling. Namjoon had been surprised but not repulsed. In fact, he became rather enamored the second his eyes met Nara’s big, bright ones.
“You have a kid.”
“Yeah… Look, I’m sorry I didn’t mention it over the phone–”
“Forget about the rent. Consider the housework your payment.”
“What? Woah, Namjoon, that's not necessary.”
“Yes it is. When was the last time someone helped you guys out?”
Yoongi’s silence had been the only answer Namjoon needed. The original tenancy agreement was scrapped and the two not only became roommates that day, but the best of friends.
Snapping out of his memory haze, Yoongi proceeded to rub his daughter’s back. Seven and a half years ago, this room had been Namjoon’s. His best friend now lived in a lavish three-bedroom apartment with his husband, a brilliant attorney by the name of Jung Hoseok. Hobi, as he was affectionately known as, was the one who helped Yoongi get his job when Nara was eighteen months old. He truly owed Joon and Hobi his life; he couldn’t imagine where he’d be without them.
“I won’t send you to school today,” Yoongi broke the silence that lingered between father and daughter, “How about you come to work with me instead?”
Nara retracted from his chest, wiping her nose with the back of her hand, “Really?”
“Yeah Bug,” Yoongi smiled, “Let’s make today ‘Bring Your Child To Work Day’.” His chest felt lighter when Nara’s face brightened. He would do absolutely anything to make her happy. Putting a smile on her face was the only thing that mattered to him.
She didn’t say anything. Instead, Nara threw her arms around his neck and squished her face into the crook of his neck, “Thank you Daddy,” she mumbled into his skin, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
They embraced for a few minutes more until Nara pulled away. She looked much happier. The sad little girl that tried to fake a fever was no longer in the room and all the weight that had rested on Yoongi’s shoulders was beginning to evaporate, “Alright Min Nara, you have ten minutes to get dressed. I’ll make some breakfast to go. Peanut butter and jelly toast okay?”
She nodded enthusiastically, “Yes please! With extra peanut butter!” She bounded off the bed and hurried over to her white IKEA dresser decorated in a mass of butterfly stickers. Yoongi grinned, That’s my Lovebug, he thought.
With three minutes to spare, Yoongi parked in his usual parking spot. Nara wriggled with excitement when Yoongi pulled the handbrake and shut off the engine to his thirteen year old Kia hatchback. In the six and a half years of working at HB Studios, Yoongi had a near perfect record of clocking in exactly on time. Perks of living a well-structured life.
“Okay Bug,” Yoongi hummed as they walked from Lot A to Lot C, “I’m going to need you to be on your best behavior today.”
Nara beamed with a nod. She held out her pinky finger, to which Yoongi linked with his own. They never just promised each other something; it had to be a pinky promise. It just made sense.
“I’ll have you hang out with Tae today, how’s that sound?”
“Uncle Tae?” Nara nearly squealed.
Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh, “Sounds good I’m guessing?” He didn’t need her to respond, not when she adored her uncles. Sometimes he believed Nara loved them more than she did himself. Not that he could blame his daughter, his friends were the best of the best. Besides Joon and Hobi, Yoongi had befriended a bunch of his coworkers over the years. There was Taehyung, who worked in the wardrobe department and was tightly wrapped around his niece’s little finger; also Jimin, who worked as a stunt performer; also Seokjin, who worked as an accountant for the production buying team; and finally Jungkook who worked right alongside Yoongi as boom operators.
With Nara holding his hand, Yoongi punched in his employee code into the clock-in system, “Alright, let’s go surprise Uncle Tae.” Perhaps he should’ve given Taehyung a head’s up that Nara would be joining him today, but honestly, the man would bend over backwards for his niece. He had his own office, so Yoongi wasn’t all too worried about leaving his daughter with his best friend for eight hours.
“Uncle TaeTae!” Nara shrieked with delight when Yoongi knocked on the window beside his office door, “I’m working with you today!” That had her father chuckling in amusement.
Taehyung smiled wide, immediately crouching and opening his arms. Nara ran right into his hold, squealing gleefully when her uncle swung her around, “I’m so glad, I’ve always wanted an assistant!”
Yoongi snorted, “Using my kid for child labor, huh Kim? Now I don’t feel so bad for not shooting you a text.”
“It’s not child labor if I compensate her with a Happy Meal, now is it?”
“You’re annoying,” Yoongi rolled his eyes playfully when Taehyung laughed, “No but seriously, is it cool if she’s with you today?” He was certain that it wouldn't be an issue, but Yoongi still struggled with asking favors from his friends. Over the years he’d gotten a little better at it, but deep down he still felt like he was failing at being a parent. His guilty conscience could be a real pain in the ass sometimes.
Taehyung gave Yoongi a look that said Duh!, “Of course it is. I will never say no to spending time with my Nara girl.” Now that had the little girl in question beaming like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Thanks Tae, I owe you one.”
“No,” His best friend firmly shook his head, “You don’t owe me a thing. I’m happy to do it. Remember that, okay?”
It was hard to stomach but Yoongi nodded anyway. Maybe one day he’ll accept help without feeling like he had to return the favor at any point.
“Good,” Taehyung grinned broadly, “Now get the hell out of my office. Nara and I have work to do.”
It was around two in the afternoon when Yoongi received a text message from Taehyung, alerting him that Jungkook had ‘kidnapped’ his child and was bringing Nara over to Lot F. Yoongi and Jungkook primarily worked in Lot B, where the first eight stages were located. Lot A was the main parking structure, Lot C was the hub for wardrobe, two office buildings and four more stages, Lot D was another eight stages and finally Lot F, where post production was located.
When Jungkook wasn’t busy doing his job, he was frequently found hanging around in Lot F.
“They have the best staff cafeteria!” He proclaimed sometime six months ago, “You think I’m gonna pass up on that extra cheesy carbonara? Like fucking hell!”
Realistically, Jungkook didn’t spend the majority of his spare time in Lot F for the food, but rather the new – and pretty – foley artist. He harbored one hell of a crush for her, no matter how hard he denied it. Yoongi was convinced the kid relied on Nara to be his wing-girl.
Fifteen minutes later, Yoongi walked inside the main post production building. He looked around for any signs of his daughter and his manchild best friend. They had to be around here somewhere, as the foley studios were only in this building. He wandered around for a few moments more until Nara almost ran into him.
“Daddy!” She smiled brightly, “Look what Uncle Tae said you could have!” She held up a garment bag no doubt containing a costume from Taehyung’s department. Her grin was near blinding; she was ecstatic.
“Nara,” Yoongi chuckled, “Have you been carrying that around everywhere?”
She shook her head, “No. Uncle Kookie carried it for me. He said that’s what his ‘big manly muscles’ are for!” Oh how Yoongi loved his daughter’s ability to repeat her uncle’s out of pocket comments. Jungkook found himself thrown under the bus more often than the others.
“Is that so? Well I’m glad he made himself useful,” Yoongi smirked, reaching out to take the large bag from his eight year old, “Did Tae really say I could have this? Or did you go looking in the donation bin again?”
Nara looked sheepish and her face flushed a little. It hadn’t been her first time getting into the donation bin. The studio liked to donate costumes that were no longer needed or desired by the wardrobe department to local charities. So really it wasn’t a big deal that Nara had taken an item or two, “Uncle Tae said it would look better on you than a stranger, anyway!”
“That sounds like Taehyung,” Yoongi said with a knowing smile, “What is it, Bug?” He asked as he peered down at the bag; although he could guess it was a tuxedo of some kind.
“A suit! Uncle Tae said that you need one! Please try it on Daddy!”
The excitement radiating from Nara warmed Yoongi’s heart. She’d done a complete one-eighty since this morning and for that, he was eternally grateful to Taehyung. That dude could easily quit his job and become a professional child whisperer.
“I’ll do that once we get home, yeah?”
“No!” Nara exclaimed, “Try it on now! Please, please, please!” She popped her lips into a pout, the puppy dog eyes making their grand appearance. She knew his ultimate weakness, “Pretty please.”
With a resigned sigh, Yoongi caved. He couldn’t say no to his baby girl, not when she was giving him the biggest case of puppy dog eyes. She was the only person that could put Jungkook’s doe eyes to shame, “Okay. But it’ll have to be quick, I need to get back to work soon.”
That was enough to satisfy Nara. She beamed and clapped her hands together happily.
“I can’t do it here though,” he told her gently, “Let’s go over to Lot D. There’s more places for me to change there.” Truthfully, Yoongi didn’t care whether he got changed here or not. But it was far too risky and he didn't want to get caught slacking on the job. There was nothing scheduled for Lot D today, meaning the entire space should be empty. It was perfect.
Nara didn’t need to be told twice. She grasped his hand and they made their way towards Lot D together. He made sure to send Jungkook a text, so that the poor dude didn’t have a heart attack over losing his niece.
When they arrived at the lot, Yoongi ushered them inside Stage 19. It was the smallest one of the eight and the most inconspicuous in his opinion. Stage 19 was known amongst the crew for being the closest thing to a storage room. Everyone brought useless shit, usually things that didn’t have a delegated spot, to that stage and left it there. So Yoongi was confident that he wouldn’t be found out here.
“Nara, I need you to stay right here, okay?” Yoongi kissed the top of his daughter’s head. She nodded her head when he propped her up on an old white fold-out table that once belonged to the Lot D cafeteria, “I’ll be right out.” He assured her before ducking inside the singular male toilet.
Yoongi unzipped the garment bag and was taken aback by the suit resting on the metal hanger inside. It was a dark slate gray three piece tuxedo, paired with a crisp black button up. He wondered what movie this costume had been used for, because the suit looked damn expensive. He didn’t know the first thing about designer brands, but there was no doubt in his mind that this was designer. He made a mental note to ask Taehyung later on.
He stripped off his jeans and T-shirt, leaving him in nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein briefs. Carefully, he clothed himself in the dress pants, button up, four button vest and suit jacket. The material felt like silk against his skin. No wonder Tae let Nara take it, this is way too good to donate, he thought. He stashed his discarded clothes in the garment bag and hung it on the back of the toilet door, so they wouldn’t get dirty. Not that he had too much to worry about, the amenities were professionally cleaned each night.
“You clean up alright, Min,” he said to his reflection in the mirror, “Bug has good taste.” He smiled fondly at the thought of his daughter seeing him in this get-up. He could imagine the excitement. With that, he blew out a breath and walked out of the men’s toilet.
“How do I look, Bug?” He asked, lifting his head to find the table empty. Panic stabbed Yoongi's chest almost immediately, “Nara? Nara!” He called out, eyes wide and palms sweaty. He hadn’t spent more than five minutes in the toilet and yet, his daughter was nowhere to be found. He violently cursed himself, running a hand through his hair frantically, “Nara!”
Yoongi took off in a jog, his eyes scanning the area. He felt like he was about to vomit. This was every father’s nightmare, wasn’t it? He’d once dreaded the thought of losing Nara in the grocery store but this? This was ten times worse. No, more like a hundred times worse. He wished he never agreed to trying on the suit. This whole situation could’ve been avoided. How many stupid mistakes was he going to make today?
He kept calling out her name and his heart seized each time he was met with silence. Until he heard her angelic laugh coming from a distance. He ran towards the sound of her laughter, finding himself in the middle of Stage 18, “Nara!” Yoongi hollered. Seconds later, he spotted her. She was sitting on a sofa nestled in the middle of a set, her legs dangling off the edge of the cushions and her head resting against a woman’s arm, watching something on said woman’s phone. Yoongi felt his mouth dry up when he recognized Nara’s company. You weren't just any woman – you were the star of a new blockbuster the studio was in the middle of filming. Yoongi hadn’t landed the contract for that movie, which explained why he hadn’t crossed paths with you until now.
You were breathtaking in person. He always thought you were beautiful. It’s what led him to doing a shameless Google search four months ago when the movie began production in Lot D. But nothing could have prepared him for your beauty in real life. He felt bewildered, mesmerized and infatuated all at once. What were you doing here? From what he’d heard on the grapevine, Lot D didn’t have a schedule this week because filming was taking place offsite. Has filming already wrapped? He was confused as hell but of course he wasn’t going to speak on it, not when you were the talk of the film industry right now. That practically made you royalty.
“Nara,” Yoongi breathed when he finally approached the sofa, “What are you doing? I told you to stay. Why would you leave? I was worried sick.” He sounded exasperated and he certainly felt that way. He almost had a panic attack, for crying out loud.
“Sorry Daddy,” Nara pouted, “I just wanted to say hi.”
Yoongi’s eyes shifted to yours then and he could’ve sworn he felt his stomach erupt with butterflies. He hadn’t been this affected by a woman since Sana…
“Gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out,” you apologized, your voice echoing in his ears like his favorite song on repeat, “I was walking past Stage 19 and she must’ve recognized me. She ran out a few seconds later and introduced herself. Your daughter is adorable.”
Pride spread across Yoongi’s chest. His lips curled into a shy smile, “Thank you. I’m sorry she disturbed you. She knows better than to go up to strangers.” He made stern eye contact with his daughter. Her hickory colored eyes saddened and she looked down at her fingers. He hated this part of parenting. It was tough disciplining Nara sometimes because she was genuinely a good kid. But stranger danger was a big no-no for Yoongi and he wanted Nara to understand why it was dangerous.
“It’s alright, I don’t mind,” you smiled, “Obviously it’s not safe to approach people you don’t know,” you quickly added for the sake of not stepping on Nara’s father’s toes, “But she didn’t disturb me. I really enjoy her company.”
“Oh… That’s good.” Yoongi internally cringed at his awkwardness.
You smiled even wider, finding him refreshing. He was unbelievably handsome, that much was obvious. He wasn’t super tall, but he wasn’t short either, however he was broad. His shoulders filled out the suit jacket he donned perfectly and you blushed a little when you caught yourself staring. You hadn’t seen him around the set before, which sparked your curiosity. The studio was massive and thousands of employees worked behind the scenes, but judging by the way he was impeccably dressed, he had to be someone of high importance. Perhaps he was an executive producer? You wondered if you should ask him, but you also didn’t want to impose. You’d already given him a near heart attack by showing Nara a TikTok on your phone. Was it weird that you found him even more attractive because he was a father? No doubt he had a gorgeous wife at home…
“Forgive me for being rude, I’m–”
“Y/N,” Yoongi blurted, your name rolling off his tongue with ease, “Sorry. I, um, know who you are. You’re really talented.” He wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. How fucking embarrassing. You didn’t think so, though. You found him to be endearing.
“Thank you, you’re sweet,” you smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “I didn’t catch your name?”
“Yoongi.”
Nara’s face lit up upon your exchange, her eyes twinkling, “My Daddy makes movies!”
This caught both of your attention. You were intrigued. Yoongi, on the other hand, was gobsmacked. He hoped that you wouldn’t misinterpret Nara’s words and assume that he was a director. That would be humiliating. Especially since his job was to hold the mic above actresses like herself.
“Does he?” You smiled down at Nara, who had already stolen your heart, “Are you a director for another lot?”
Yoongi opened his mouth to respond, but Nara was faster, “He works in Lot B!” His chatterbox of a daughter revealed. She looked pleased with herself when an impressed expression spread across your facial features.
“Wow, that’s amazing. I can’t believe we haven’t met before,” you said, “You must be really busy making all these brilliant movies. And you say I’m the talented one.”
That’s because you are. I'm nobody, Yoongi wanted to say. The words were right on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t form words. He couldn’t even make noise. Was he in shock? Whatever it was, it allowed the little white lie Nara told to influence your opinion of him. Would you even talk to him if you knew who he really was? He looked you up on Instagram, he knows who your friends are. He knows the kind of company you keep. Your social circle was full of successful, beautiful and wealthy people. He wasn’t any of those three things. And yet, here you were, looking at him like he was.
“Daddy is pretty busy,” Nara rambled, “But he still spends every day with me! He’s the best.”
“Thanks, Bug.” Yoongi smiled lovingly at his daughter. Sure, she’d totally fed you a lie about his profession, but she had a heart of pure gold. She probably just misunderstood what he actually does for a living. It wasn’t really her fault. All he had to do was tell you the truth. It’s not like he was ever going to see you again.
He tried his best to ignore the little voice in the back of his mind that hoped he would see you again. The devil on his shoulder needed to stop being so persuasive.
“He sounds like the best,” your voice had a bit of a flirty undertone, “We should get coffee sometime. I’d love to pick your brain about directing.”
Say no, Yoongi. Say fucking no! “Yeah sure, that sounds great.”
Nara cheered. The angel on Yoongi’s shoulder face palmed. You grinned, looking effortlessly gorgeous as you whipped out your phone and opened up a new contact.
How many stupid mistakes was Yoongi going to make today? Too many to count.
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ugh this was so cute. definitely got my yeonjun fix, but it makes me wanna read MOOOORE!!! love them , so whole some and CUTE!
pairing :influencer!reader x idol!yeonjun
genre : social media au , fluff , crack , some written chapters , comedy, strangers to lovers au
featuring : itzy!chaeryeong , itzy!yeji , lesserafim!yunjin , aespa!winter , p1h!keeho , nct!chenle , enhypen!heeseung , skz!changbin , ateez!wooyoung
warnings : cursing , suggestive content (in some chapters)
being an influencer has been a wonderful job, from promoting brands to interviewing idols for your youtube channel. everyone respected your relationships with idols as they saw how you were very respectful to those who came onto your channel. it was hard to avoid dating rumors because of how easygoing and real your videos were, but you never let those rumors effect how you really feel. that is until ….
INDEX (completed)
profile one | profile two
1. prologue chapter 1 — ‛ that two month hiatus ‚
2. chapter two — ‛ beat the allegations ‚
3. chapter three— ‛ that was actually fun ‚
4. chapter four — ‛ quick replies are a green flag ‚
5. chapter five — ‛ bro he’s flirtinggg ‚
6. chapter six — ‛ ayo hitman bang introduces hit it the second audition ‚
7. chapter seven — ‛ you have to sign the nda ‚
8. chapter eight — ‛ i think it’s yeonjun you have to worry about ‚
9. chapter nine — ‛ just a nice guy ‚
10. chapter ten — ‛ you dated WHO? ‚
11. chapter eleven — ‛ well that’s awkward ‚
12. chapter twelve — ‛ sit back and observe ‚
13. chapter thirteen — ‛ going thru a crisis ‚
14. chapter fourteen — ‛ what did yongbok do 😡‚
15. chapter fifteen — ‛ pretend it never happened ‚
16. chapter sixteen — ‛ this might be awkward ‚
17. chapter seventeen — ‛ the industry is in shambles ‚
18. chapter eighteen — ‛ the day has come ‚
19. chapter nineteen — ‛ what do you mean? ‚
20. chapter twenty — ‛ not the right guy ‚
21. chapter twenty one — ‛ quite compromising ‚
22. chapter twenty two — ‛ pee-are crisis ‚
23. chapter twenty three — ‛ it’s up to her ‚
24. chapter twenty four — ‛ what needs to be done ‚
25. chapter twenty five — ‛ oh my fucking god ‚
26. chapter twenty six — ‛black on black ‚
27. chapter twenty seven — ‛ friends to ??? ‚
28. chapter twenty eight — ‛ palpitations ‚
29. chapter twenty nine — ‛ settled ‚
30. chapter thirty — ‛ like a finale ‚
started : 220617
ended : 230317
SO CUTE
D-1, D-2 and D-3 ♡ (cr. @taee)
late night thoughts:
I've been thinking about doing a txt side blog... I have a haikyuu one (lol) that I haven't done much writing for yet, but I kinda wanna do a txt one?
well - I was just browsing on tumblr and it looks like this went out tonight instead of friday LOL. but enjoy!!!
reach the top (1) - jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader; (brief) jin x reader
synopsis: when your volleyball team gets cut and your brother, who is recently enrolled to your rivalry school, needs you to help him attend his classes while he continues to pursue his rap career; while you try keeping your volleyball dream alive, by serving sweet revenge on those that didn't believe in you.
genre: crack, fluff, angst; strangers to lovers/roommates to lovers; university au.
warning(s): mature language/themes, gender role implications.
word count: 1.7k
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a/n: here it is!! I've been trying to stay on top of writing, but it's been so hectic this summer and school is starting up so soon )):... but I wanted to release the first part! I hope you enjoy!! ((:
It started as a good day.
It was your typical autumn morning. The skies were clear with just the perfect amount of wind that didn’t make it too cold – the perfect type of weather you could get away with leaving your warm home with a pair of shorts and an oversized hoodie.
You greeted your mother good morning, her usual scolding face when you tell her that you’ll be home late because of volleyball practice. Her face contorts, like it always does, as she mumbles after you that “you’ll look more like your brother if you keep gaining all that muscle,” and “I’ve given birth to two twin boys.”, no longer bothered you as you continue your merry way out of the house.
The drive to school wasn’t too long due to how early you had left. It was calm and you liked that during your morning drives; no stupid drivers, no one trying to cut you off, no one honking at you, it was great. However, as you happily pulled into your parking spot, you didn’t expect your mood to shift upon seeing your angry teammates standing around the gym entrance with their back turned towards you.
“You cut the girl’s team?” You angrily shoved the paper into the men’s coach’s face, purposely blocking his vision from the boys that were practicing in your gym during what was supposed to be your practice time. The same anger from when you had found the paper on the door of your gymnasium still radiating off of you when you had decided that the boy’s head coach needed to be talked to.
“Tragic, isn’t it? Not enough players, not enough funding either.” Coach Nim shrugs, pushing aside the paper, his eyes focusing back on the boys as they continue to play against each other, “If you ladies know any way I could help, let me know.”
“Actually,” You reply, “let us try out for the boys team!” The rest of the girls nodded their heads, as Coach Nim snorted, doubling over in laughter, he heaved before he noticed that he was the only one laughing, and abruptly stopped, sputtering out.
“Oh, you’re serious?”
“Coach, you’ve seen us play,” You say, “we’re good enough! We literally won inter-highs! I don’t think your boys can say the same.” You seethed watching the man in front of you stiffen, clearly hitting a sore spot.
“Listen,” Coach Nim turns towards you with hard eyes, “Boys are stronger and faster than girls, there’s just no way you girls could keep up with my boys. Don’t waste their time, or mine, just accept that your team got cut.”
Before you could respond, Somi and Euna grip your arms, pulling you back as Jin and the rest of the boys make their way beside Coach Nim.
Kim Seokjin; or Jin, as everyone called him.
The most popular volleyball player in your school. He’s handsome, smart, and not only is he part of the starting lineup for your school’s volleyball team, but he’s also the captain. The two of you met years ago back in middle school but didn’t start going out until your freshman year of high school; him being your upperclassmen, it came as a shock to everyone that the Kim Seokjin was dating Jung Y/n, a nobody. However, that changed when you had decided to try out for the girl’s volleyball team. You had been playing volleyball with Somi and Euna since middle school, but you hadn’t thought about trying out for the high school team as you three weren’t confident against your upperclassman’s, scared you wouldn’t be up to their standards. Even though you weren’t one to shy away from conversations, you were still reserved, only talking and socializing when you needed to; the rest of the times you were maintaining your grades in order to keep your appeal to universities with impressive academic scores. It was then that your guidance counselor had recommended that you try out for a sports team, another way to enhance your appeal to universities and colleges. You weren’t too excited about it, only because you knew exactly how your mother would be when she found out that you were doing sports, something that she believes was not for women. However, that didn’t stop you from trying out—and shockingly, you made it in. By the end of your freshman year, you were no longer a nobody, and you were no longer just Jin’s girlfriend, but you were Jung Y/n, the best female Ace Cypress has ever seen. Now, two years later and half way into university—and still considered the best female player—your team got cut due to the lack of players, and you were willing to fight for a spot on the boys team just to secure your future of wanting to go pro.
“Hey jagiya, what’s wrong?” Jin speaks carefully, eyeing the situation between you and his coach, along with taking in that all of the girls were angrily staring at him behind you.
“Our team got cut and we want to try out for the boys team.” You confidently say. The entire boys team howls with laughter, which causes you to shrink slightly at the mockery; instead, you brush it off, straightening up again and glare at the rest of the boys.
“Seokjin, why are you laughing?” You hissed, “You know that our girls team is just as good as yours—and if I’m not mistaking, at least we have the inter-high’s under our belts.”
This statement causes the boys team to abruptly stop, the rest of them complaining to their captain and telling him “You gonna let her disrespect us like that?”
“Better put a leash on your girl, cap.” Namjoon snickers; a larger boy on the team with short black hair who plays middle block, and Jin’s best friend. You and Namjoon were never friends—he only tolerated you because you’re his best friend’s girl, and you only tolerated him because he’s your boyfriend’s best friend; however, the two of you never really got along to begin with—and the fact that Jin had the audacity to chuckle at his crude joke set you off.
What kind of boyfriend doesn’t defend his own girlfriend when his best friend is making jabs so openly?
“You’re seriously going to let this bulky bitch talk to me that way?” You snarled, stepping closer but being stopped again by Somi and Euna; Jin masks his laughter behind his coughs to muster out an excuse, but Namjoon beats him to it.
“At least Jin didn’t have to feed off of your popularity to make a name for himself, oh wait…” He pauses smirking, “You never were popular to begin with, isn’t that right, Ms. Nobody?”
“I’m more of a somebody than you are, Kim Namjoon,” You spat, “At least the whole school knows my name and I’m not shadowed by your beloved Captain.”
“At least I didn’t have to sleep with the captain to make a name for myself!”
“That’s rich coming from you, you fucking manwho—”
“Okay, settle down.” Coach Nim interrupts before Namjoon tries to come forward but is stopped by your so-called boyfriend.
“I’m not telling you again, Jung. Girls are not trying out for my team.”
Letting out a sigh and cracking your neck, you stare at Jin, “Well, with all due respect coach, but maybe we should let the captain decide?” You wholeheartedly believed that Jin wouldn’t jeopardize your future, if there’s anyone that knows you better, it’s him—and he knows how much you rely on this season to gain more endorsements to help you fulfil your dreams of going pro.
“I think that coach is right. There’s not much more for me to say.”
Your heart drops to your stomach as you stared at the man that you thought you knew. Those hypnotizing chocolate eyes that had encouraged you to chase your dreams, the very same ones that told you he’d do anything for you to help you attain that goal, just crushed your hopes and dreams in two sentences.
“Are you kidding me right now?” You whispered, “You know how much this season means to us!” You yelled.
“Look—there’s nothing more I can do or say,” Jin says, becoming the asshole he was for show, “Plus, you’re girls, you can’t jump as high as us, you’re not as fast at receiving, and you’re not as strong to set the same sets continuously.” He threw in your face, “So, what could you guys really do for our team?”
“Are you fucking kidding me!” You cry, “You even said that I was the best the school has ever seen! Jin, please! We can do it!”
The boys behind Jin were sourly looking at the rest of your team. Mumbles of “Jin would never say that.” And “Are you delusional? Was echoing throughout the gym, the girls behind you stared in sadness at you as you tried to reason with them.
“I would never say that. You’re all great, but you really wouldn’t be an asset to our team.” Jim calmly says not looking at you. A trait you know he does when he’s in the wrong, Jin can’t give eye contact to anyone when he lies.
“Why are you doing this? Why are you lying!” You scream calling him out, how could he jeopardize the girls team like this? How could he do this when he had promised that you would for sure get all those endorsements this year? Had he known that this was going to happen?
“Y/n, that’s enough. Coach said his piece, and I’ve said mine. You’re not trying out for the team, especially not with our first game against Ridgecrest just a few weeks away. Sorry but it’s not happening, end of discussion.” Your stare hardens as the boys patted his back, praising him for what ever reason. Jin has straightened up, looking more like a captain than ever, at one point in your life you would’ve loved to see him look as confident as this.
But right now, you hated, despised, that he was so smug.
“Fine,” You scoff, “End of relationship.” You turn on your heel to leave, before Jin gently grabs your wrist, Jin’s face no longer holding his asshole smirk and is replaced with his eyes filled with worry.
“Hey—Jagiya,” He sputters out, “No, c’mon, I just—I don’t want to see you get hurt!” You angrily pressed your fingers down into the volleyball, seething with annoyance.
“Oh, fuck off,” You spun around, “You’re so full of shit.” Ripping your arm away from him and chucking the volleyball against his face, you leave the gymnasium with the rest of your girls without looking back.
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➳ intro: summer
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I finally edited lmao - if you've read this before, please take a quick read to see the changes! it'll make so much more sense with Fridays update!
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pairing(s): jungkook x reader; (brief) jin x reader
synopsis: when your volleyball team gets cut and your brother, who is recently enrolled to your rivalry school, needs you to help him attend his classes while he continues to pursue his rap career; while you try keeping your volleyball dream alive, by serving sweet revenge on those that didn't believe in you.
genre: crack, fluff, angst; strangers to lovers/roommates to lovers; university au.
word count: ~0.5k
warning(s): none.
taglist: open
notes: hi all! here is a very short intro to the series, there's not much here, but a very small introduction to some of the characters. I hope you enjoy this little tidbit - I still don't have a release date for this one as I am still working on it - but do not fret, it shall be dropping as soon as I finish! until then, please enjoy ((:
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You had woken up to a beautiful summer glow, the sky was filled with orange and yellow hues, with fluffy clouds gently rolling in the warm breeze. You had changed quickly into your practice gear, tossing your shin pads into your bag, before making your way downstairs to grab your smoothie before heading out to school.
You greeted your mother good morning, her usual scolding face when you tell her that you’ll be home late because of volleyball practice. Her snarky comments, that you’ve grown accustomed to, saying how “young women shouldn’t be bruising their beautiful skin by bumping a ball over a net” and “young women shouldn’t be as muscular as a man!” or “when I had twins I didn’t think you both would be into such thing.”, didn’t bother you anymore, as you smiled and walked out of the house.
It was nearing the end of summer and you had filled your time with working and playing round after round of volleyball with your school’s men’s team.
In fact, you were on your way there now.
As you parked in your regular spot at school, you sped your way through the halls towards the gym. The comforting sound of volleyballs hitting the floor and shouts of praises were echoing through the school.
“Jagiya!”
The tall man comes barreling towards you with a bright smile, opening his arms to envelope you in a warm, but sweaty, embrace.
Your nose scrunches smiling up at him, “Hello, you’re all so early!”
“Maybe if you woke up earlier, you wouldn’t be late.”
Your face scowls at a particular player – your least favorite of the bunch. He rolled his eyes at you before throwing up a ball to serve.
The man holding you turns you away to give you a sheepish smile, leaning down to capture your lips in a quick kiss.
Once he lets you go, you throw your bag to the ground, quickly putting on your shin pads and started for the court.
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“You’re honestly way too good.”
The same man who embraced you says, chugging down some water.
“Jin,” You laugh, “you’re just saying that because I’m your girlfriend.”
“Absolutely not,” Jin says smacking his lips, “I wouldn’t say you’re incredible and that you’re guaranteed to get full endorsements from all the big brands to just anyone!” He turns towards you, “I promise you, this year, you’re going to get an amazing offer. The fact that you’re the best player the school has ever seen and having the highest grades in her class is enough to prove that you’re a stellar student-athlete; you being my girlfriend is just a bonus that I can flaunt.”
You leaned into kiss him sweetly, whispering a thank you.
You wished that in that moment, you knew better than to believe him.
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reach the top (1) - jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader; (brief) jin x reader
synopsis: when your volleyball team gets cut and your brother, who is recently enrolled to your rivalry school, needs you to help him attend his classes while he continues to pursue his rap career; while you try keeping your volleyball dream alive, by serving sweet revenge on those that didn't believe in you.
genre: crack, fluff, angst; strangers to lovers/roommates to lovers; university au.
warning(s): mature language/themes, gender role implications.
word count: 1.7k
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a/n: here it is!! I've been trying to stay on top of writing, but it's been so hectic this summer and school is starting up so soon )):... but I wanted to release the first part! I hope you enjoy!! ((:
It started as a good day.
It was your typical autumn morning. The skies were clear with just the perfect amount of wind that didn’t make it too cold – the perfect type of weather you could get away with leaving your warm home with a pair of shorts and an oversized hoodie.
You greeted your mother good morning, her usual scolding face when you tell her that you’ll be home late because of volleyball practice. Her face contorts, like it always does, as she mumbles after you that “you’ll look more like your brother if you keep gaining all that muscle,” and “I’ve given birth to two twin boys.”, no longer bothered you as you continue your merry way out of the house.
The drive to school wasn’t too long due to how early you had left. It was calm and you liked that during your morning drives; no stupid drivers, no one trying to cut you off, no one honking at you, it was great. However, as you happily pulled into your parking spot, you didn’t expect your mood to shift upon seeing your angry teammates standing around the gym entrance with their back turned towards you.
“You cut the girl’s team?” You angrily shoved the paper into the men’s coach’s face, purposely blocking his vision from the boys that were practicing in your gym during what was supposed to be your practice time. The same anger from when you had found the paper on the door of your gymnasium still radiating off of you when you had decided that the boy’s head coach needed to be talked to.
“Tragic, isn’t it? Not enough players, not enough funding either.” Coach Nim shrugs, pushing aside the paper, his eyes focusing back on the boys as they continue to play against each other, “If you ladies know any way I could help, let me know.”
“Actually,” You reply, “let us try out for the boys team!” The rest of the girls nodded their heads, as Coach Nim snorted, doubling over in laughter, he heaved before he noticed that he was the only one laughing, and abruptly stopped, sputtering out.
“Oh, you’re serious?”
“Coach, you’ve seen us play,” You say, “we’re good enough! We literally won inter-highs! I don’t think your boys can say the same.” You seethed watching the man in front of you stiffen, clearly hitting a sore spot.
“Listen,” Coach Nim turns towards you with hard eyes, “Boys are stronger and faster than girls, there’s just no way you girls could keep up with my boys. Don’t waste their time, or mine, just accept that your team got cut.”
Before you could respond, Somi and Euna grip your arms, pulling you back as Jin and the rest of the boys make their way beside Coach Nim.
Kim Seokjin; or Jin, as everyone called him.
The most popular volleyball player in your school. He’s handsome, smart, and not only is he part of the starting lineup for your school’s volleyball team, but he’s also the captain. The two of you met years ago back in middle school but didn’t start going out until your freshman year of high school; him being your upperclassmen, it came as a shock to everyone that the Kim Seokjin was dating Jung Y/n, a nobody. However, that changed when you had decided to try out for the girl’s volleyball team. You had been playing volleyball with Somi and Euna since middle school, but you hadn’t thought about trying out for the high school team as you three weren’t confident against your upperclassman’s, scared you wouldn’t be up to their standards. Even though you weren’t one to shy away from conversations, you were still reserved, only talking and socializing when you needed to; the rest of the times you were maintaining your grades in order to keep your appeal to universities with impressive academic scores. It was then that your guidance counselor had recommended that you try out for a sports team, another way to enhance your appeal to universities and colleges. You weren’t too excited about it, only because you knew exactly how your mother would be when she found out that you were doing sports, something that she believes was not for women. However, that didn’t stop you from trying out—and shockingly, you made it in. By the end of your freshman year, you were no longer a nobody, and you were no longer just Jin’s girlfriend, but you were Jung Y/n, the best female Ace Cypress has ever seen. Now, four years later and half way into university—and still considered the best female player—your team gets cut due to the lack of funding? You were willing to fight for a spot on the boys team just to secure your future of wanting to go pro.
“Hey jagiya, what’s wrong?” Jin speaks carefully, eyeing the situation between you and his coach, along with taking in that all of the girls were angrily staring at him behind you.
“Our team got cut and we want to try out for the boys team.” You confidently say. The entire boys team howls with laughter, which causes you to shrink slightly at the mockery; instead, you brush it off, straightening up again and glare at the rest of the boys.
“Seokjin, why are you laughing?” You hissed, “You know that our girls team is just as good as yours—and if I’m not mistaking, at least we have the inter-high’s under our belts.”
This statement causes the boys team to abruptly stop, the rest of them complaining to their captain and telling him “You gonna let her disrespect us like that?”
“Better put a leash on your girl, cap.” Namjoon snickers; a larger boy on the team with short black hair who plays middle block, and Jin’s best friend. You and Namjoon were never friends—he only tolerated you because you’re his best friend’s girl, and you only tolerated him because he’s your boyfriend’s best friend; however, the two of you never really got along to begin with—and the fact that Jin had the audacity to chuckle at his crude joke set you off.
What kind of boyfriend doesn’t defend his own girlfriend when his best friend is making jabs so openly?
“You’re seriously going to let this bulky bitch talk to me that way?” You snarled, stepping closer but being stopped again by Somi and Euna; Jin masks his laughter behind his coughs to muster out an excuse, but Namjoon beats him to it.
“At least Jin didn’t have to feed off of your popularity to make a name for himself, oh wait…” He pauses smirking, “You never were popular to begin with, isn’t that right, Ms. Nobody?”
“I’m more of a somebody than you are, Kim Namjoon,” You spat, “At least the whole school knows my name and I’m not shadowed by your beloved Captain.”
“At least I didn’t have to sleep with the captain to make a name for myself!”
“That’s rich coming from you, you fucking manwho—”
“Okay, settle down.” Coach Nim interrupts before Namjoon tries to come forward but is stopped by your so-called boyfriend.
“I’m not telling you again, Jung. Girls are not trying out for my team.”
Letting out a sigh and cracking your neck, you stare at Jin, “Well, with all due respect coach, but maybe we should let the captain decide?” You wholeheartedly believed that Jin wouldn’t jeopardize your future, if there’s anyone that knows you better, it’s him—and he knows how much you rely on this season to gain more endorsements to help you fulfil your dreams of going pro.
“I think that coach is right. There’s not much more for me to say.”
Your heart drops to your stomach as you stared at the man that you thought you knew. Those hypnotizing chocolate eyes that had encouraged you to chase your dreams, the very same ones that told you he’d do anything for you to help you attain that goal, just crushed your hopes and dreams in two sentences.
“Are you kidding me right now?” You whispered, “You know how much this season means to us!” You yelled.
“Look—there’s nothing more I can do or say,” Jin says, becoming the asshole he was for show, “Plus, you’re girls, you can’t jump as high as us, you’re not as fast at receiving, and you’re not as strong to set the same sets continuously.” He threw in your face, “So, what could you guys really do for our team?”
“Are you fucking kidding me!” You cry, “You even said that I was the best the school has ever seen! Jin, please! We can do it!”
The boys behind Jin were sourly looking at the rest of your team. Mumbles of “Jin would never say that.” And “Are you delusional? Was echoing throughout the gym, the girls behind you stared in sadness at you as you tried to reason with them.
“I would never say that. You’re all great, but you really wouldn’t be an asset to our team.” Jim calmly says not looking at you. A trait you know he does when he’s in the wrong, Jin can’t give eye contact to anyone when he lies.
“Why are you doing this? Why are you lying!” You scream calling him out, how could he jeopardize the girls team like this? How could he do this when he had promised that you would for sure get all those endorsements this year? Had he known that this was going to happen?
“Y/n, that’s enough. Coach said his piece, and I’ve said mine. You’re not trying out for the team, especially not with our first game against Ridgecrest just a few weeks away. Sorry but it’s not happening, end of discussion.” Your stare hardens as the boys patted his back, praising him for what ever reason. Jin has straightened up, looking more like a captain than ever, at one point in your life you would’ve loved to see him look as confident as this.
But right now, you hated, despised, that he was so smug.
“Fine,” You scoff, “End of relationship.” You turn on your heel to leave before Jin gently grabs your wrist, Jin’s face no longer holding his asshole smirk and is replaced with his eyes filled with worry.
“Hey—Jagiya,” He sputters out, “No, c’mon, I just—I don’t want to see you get hurt!” You angrily pressed your fingers down into the volleyball, seething with annoyance.
“Oh, fuck off,” You spun around, “You’re so full of shit.” Ripping your arm away from him and chucking the volleyball against his face, you leave the gymnasium with the rest of your girls without looking back.
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➳ intro: summer
➳ next
two days!!!!!
reach the top - jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader; (brief) jin x reader
synopsis: when your volleyball team gets cut and your brother, who is recently enrolled to your rivalry school, needs you to help him attend his classes while he continues to pursue his rap career; while you try keeping your volleyball dream alive, by serving sweet revenge on those that didn't believe in you.
genre: crack, fluff, angst; strangers to lovers/roommates to lovers; university au.
warning(s): mature language/themes, gender role implications.
word count: ~10k and writing...
series release date: aug 25, 2023
series [intro: summer] [1] [2] [3] [4] ... more to come
tag list: opened // if you're interested in being tagged, please send me an ask or leave a comment ((:.
disclaimer: For the sake of this one-shot, the boys are all the same age, OC is a little younger, but not by much. Volleyball knowledge/terms were used from the anime show Haikyuu!! along with some personal knowledge. This piece is also based off the movie "She's the Man" and will have some quotes used from this film.
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Genre: Soccer Au, College Au, Slowburb
Pairing: Athlete Jungkook x Medic/Sports Trainer Reader
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter six
Chapter seven
Chapter eight
Chapter nine
Chapter ten
Chapter eleven
Chapter twelve
Chapter thirteen
Chapter fourteen
Chapter fifteen
Chapter sixteen
Chapter seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen [M]
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three [M]
Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty Five 🖋
😭 omg ofc you can! it's very much still in the works, I'm trying really hard to write as much as I can before school starts again, but summer has been soooooooo busy; but I'm so excited you're excited!!! I'll do my best to get this out!! hehe thank you sm <33
reach the top [intro: summer] - jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader; (brief) jin x reader
synopsis: when your volleyball team gets cut and your brother, who is recently enrolled to your rivalry school, needs you to help him attend his classes while he continues to pursue his rap career; while you try keeping your volleyball dream alive, by serving sweet revenge on those that didn't believe in you.
genre: crack, fluff, angst; strangers to lovers/roommates to lovers; university au.
word count: ~0.5k
warning(s): none.
taglist: open
notes: hi all! here is a very short intro to the series, there's not much here, but a very small introduction to some of the characters. I hope you enjoy this little tidbit - I still don't have a release date for this one as I am still working on it - but do not fret, it shall be dropping as soon as I finish! until then, please enjoy ((:
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You had woken up to a beautiful summer glow, the sky was filled with orange and yellow hues, with fluffy clouds gently rolling in the warm breeze. You had changed quickly into your practice gear, tossing your shin pads into your bag, before making your way downstairs to grab your smoothie before heading out to school.
You greeted your mother good morning, her usual scolding face when you tell her that you’ll be home late because of volleyball practice. Her snarky comments, that you’ve grown accustomed to, saying how “young women shouldn’t be bruising their beautiful skin by bumping a ball over a net” and “young women shouldn’t be as muscular as a man!” or “when I had twins I didn’t think you both would be into such thing.”, didn’t bother you anymore, as you smiled and walked out of the house.
It was nearing the end of summer and you had filled your time with working and playing round after round of volleyball with your school’s men’s team.
In fact, you were on your way there now.
As you parked in your regular spot at school, you sped your way through the halls towards the gym. The comforting sound of volleyballs hitting the floor and shouts of praises were echoing through the school.
“Jagiya!”
The tall man comes barreling towards you with a bright smile, opening his arms to envelope you in a warm, but sweaty, embrace.
Your nose scrunches smiling up at him, “Hello, you’re all so early!”
“Maybe if you woke up earlier, you wouldn’t be late.”
Your face scowls at a particular player – your least favorite of the bunch. He rolled his eyes at you before throwing up a ball to serve.
The man holding you turns you away to give you a sheepish smile, leaning down to capture your lips in a quick kiss.
Once he lets you go, you throw your bag to the ground, quickly putting on your shin pads and started for the court.
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“You’re honestly way too good.”
The same man who embraced you says, chugging down some water.
“Jin,” You laugh, “you’re just saying that because I’m your girlfriend.”
“Absolutely not,” Jin says smacking his lips, “I wouldn’t say you’re incredible and that you’re guaranteed to get a full-ride scholarship to just anyone!” He turns towards you, “I promise you, this year, you’re going to get an amazing offer. The fact that you’re the best player the school has ever seen and having the highest grades in her class is enough to prove that you’re a stellar student-athlete; you being my girlfriend is just a bonus that I can flaunt.”
You leaned into kiss him sweetly, whispering a thank you.
You wished that in that moment, you knew better than to believe him.
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SPICY 'N SWEET MASTERPOST | JJK
PAIRING: Boxer Jungkook x shy ballerina Reader
SYNOPSIS:
Jeon Jungkook is the perfect guy… to piss off your parents. He’s buff, inked up and the definition of their worst nightmare but hey, when love comes knocking on your door there’s not much you can do. It’s not like you planned on falling for him… it just kind of happened, and honestly, you're not even mad about it. Not at all.
WORDS: 45k
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Spicy 'N Sweet ★*☆♪ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ
Spicy ★*☆♪ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1
Sweet ★*☆♪ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2
Sugar ★*☆♪ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3
Sour ★*☆♪ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4
Salty ★*☆♪ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 5
Sugar-coated ★*☆♪ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 6
Way Back Home | jjk | Masterpost
↠ pairing: jungkook x reader
↠ au(s): exes to lovers, single mom reader
↠ rating: 18+
↠ genre/warnings: parents au, single parent, coparenting, chaebol, ceo jungkook, assistant reader, jeon twins, one of the babies has a weak heart, smut
inspired by way back home by shaun
"please tell me this isn't what i think it is" he asks you with tears in his eyes. you look down at the sight of your son with an oxygen mask on his face while your daughter is sleeping on the couch near the wall.
you look into his eyes, broken and sad. you've dreamt of this day for years, wondering how he would react. but here you are, hoping he could've meet the twins under different circumstances.
"yes...they're your children."
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nice of jungkook to confirm he FUCKS
monachopsis | index
↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; after receiving unpleasant news that doesn’t allow you to grow your family, your husband comes up with an idea that unfortunately involves his brother whom he despises
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yoongi x reader
⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, fluff, smut, mini series
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: will be listed in each chapter
↳ chapter index
⇢ intro | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | more coming soon
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this love | jeon jungkook - final
pairing ; jungkook x fem! reader.
genre ; arranged marriage, fluff, smut, lots of angst, jealous! oc | three parts
summary ; This love left a permanent mark
word count ; 5k
chapter warnings ; smut (18+), mixed emotions, explicit language, unprotected sex (be better than them), some praises, lots of kissing, theyre in love its disgusting, bigdick!jungkook, breeding, creampies, overstimulation, suggestive oral (f. receiving) ??
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a/n ; Aaand we’re on the final chapter!! thank u all so much for supporting this love <33 i hope u all like this and i cant thank u all enough for reading this love im gonna kiss every single one of u <33 see u all in my next work mwa requests r open too <33
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Yumi was perfectly fine with not finding her soulmate yet. she never really cared about the idea of soulmates. she’s fine with just running her bakery and living with her brother Jimin and their two best friends Jungkook and Taehyung.
pairing: ceo! yoongi x baker! yumi
genre: fluff, humor, love, romance, soulmate Au
warnings: curse words, talk of sex(maybe)
status: on going
updates: monday, wednesday, friday
a/n: there might be some written parts. i’ll mark with ✏️ if it is.
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parts:
spiritual connection info
teaser
yumi n friends ☪︎ yoongi n friends
snitch!!
classy bitches
try me
complete idiots
release party
jin’s sneeze
possessive much
min yoongi?
open the door📱✏️
come in📱✏️
gonna fucking k*ll him
you can invite him
let’s get it!!!
just get in the car📱✏️
where am i?✏️
let’s play a game
monkey business
meet harold
@ us next time bitch
tf is a yoonmin?
i hate this shit…
that jungkook guy
OH FUCK
the apology📱✏️
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