Requested This Thinking It'll Be A Good Drabble/oneshot But @bonny-kookoo Turned This Into A Masterpiece!!!

Requested this thinking it'll be a good drabble/oneshot but @bonny-kookoo turned this into a masterpiece!!!

I'm not sure if requests/drabbles are open or not, but I've been reading your bts x hybrid reader writings and I am in love!! So just wanted to drop in a request about a dog hybrid reader x jungkook (or poly ot7) during in the soop S2 where the reader is jealous that Jungkook is spending more time with Bam...

Your writings are really amazing and I'm loving the Alien Jungkook your writing!! Have a great day <33

I did a somewhat ot7 one, but its focusing on Jungkook Taehyung and Yoongi hehe. Got way more angst-y than I thought it would. Oops.

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"Why are you sitting here all by yourself?" Yoongi wonders, sitting down next to you on the ground, next to the boxing bag and ping-pong table. "Did something happen?" He asks carefully, and you just shrug.

"Do you.." You mumble, pulling your knees closer to yourself as you watch Jungkook run around with Bam trying to catch the small ball he's hitting with the bat. "Yoongi.. what am I?" You wonder quietly, and he looks at you for a moment before he reaches out to tuck some hair vehind your ear.

"Very pretty." He answers to lighten the mood, but you shake your head. "I understand your question, sweetheart. There's just no simple answer to it." He explains, and you nod. "You've been like this for quite some time now. Does it have something to do with the new puppy Jungkook has?" He carefully asks, and you shrug, though your face nods after some seconds.

"I feel so terrible." You finally break, muffled into the fabric of your sweatpants. "I feel so bad because Bam is so cute and - and it's not his fault, but I just feel so horrible whenever I see him play with Kook because, I want to do that too but I can't because I'm like this-" you angrily motion at your body before continuing to rant. "- and that makes everything I want to do weird because a human shouldn't act like I would if I could." You hiccup, Yoongis hand gently running up and down your back as you spill your feelings. "A human shouldn't want toys to chew on. A human doesn't chase things. A human doesn't sleep on the floor wherever they feel like it. A human doesn't-"

"But you're no human, are you?" Yoongi interrupts. "You're a hybrid. You've got different needs and wants." He reminds you.

"I'm an animal stuck in a human body!" You argue, ears practically pinned down in frustration. "I'm neither this nor that. I can understand why he wanted something.. proper." You say the last part more quietly.

"Do you think he doesn't want you anymore?" The rapper wonders.

"He.. Bam needs training. And attention, and he deserves it too." You say. "I don't think I fit in between him and Jungkook anymore. There's just no space." You say.

Yoongi sighs. When Jungkook had told him he was getting a dog, he had feared something like this could happen - after all, as an Idol, they only have so much time to spare. He'd been worried and had spoken to the maknae about those worries, but the singer had reassured him that he wouldn't neglect you in any way, and that you would understand.

In a way, Yoongi believes that due to the fact that you're surprisingly independent for a dog hybrid, Jungkook had simply forgotten that you're not human.

"What if you stay with Taehyung for a while, then?" He suggests. He doesn't want to do this- but it might be the only and best option in terms of waking the singer up- by showing him that another person with a dog can provide equal attention and care. "You know he loves when you sleep over, so why not spend some time with him?" He asks, and you look up.

"Do you.. think he'd like that?" You wonder quietly, and he smiles, waving at someone. "But I'm not like-

"I think he'd love that. See? Hey, Taehyung-ah." He exclaims, just as the singer's face falls at the sight of your tears, immediately squatting down to look at you more properly.

"What happened? Did you get hurt?" He asks, but you shake your head before wiping your cheeks with your sleeve- all while Yoongi explains what's happening.

"Taehyung-ah, can you look after her for a while?" He asks. "It seems like Jungkook can't really look after two pretty puppies, after all." You want to object, but at the same time, you spot Jungkook happily chasing after his dog - his full-blooded proper dog - without having ever noticed you watching him at all.

"Of course. Do you wanna go wash those tears off?" He asks, and you nod, taking his hand to follow along as he walks into the house again, your sadness all forgotten by the time he helps you apply some flowery-smelling face wash in the bathroom.

All while Jungkook doesn't even notice you're not in sight any longer.

Heated argument || skz pt. 2

❥︎ hyung line pt. 2

❥︎ genre - angst

❥︎ warnings - swearing | verbal abuse | trauma? | ¦¦ do not interact if you are not comfortable with the following, you have been warned ¦¦

'' Buckle up baby, it's going to be hell of a ride!''

Chan ♫︎

"aren't you like supposed to be on your break or something?", hyunjin yawned whilst leaning against the door frame, clearly half asleep.

"I need to get a few things done, now scoot over let me get passed", chan urged as he barged right past a sleepy Hyunjin who seemed rather unphased with what his hyung was exactly up to and just walked quite sluggishly towards the direction of his room, before pausing for a moment.

"you fought with y/n, didn't you?"

"what?"

"don't play stupid, you know exactly what happend between you both", hyunjin spoke with a hint of slumber in his tone, turning his head ever so slightly to capture chans stiff posture.

"shut up", chan responded with a heavy sigh before walking off to his room with hyunjin shaking his head in disappointment.

"well, you are the one who has to make up for it", the younger one called out from behind before shutting his door with a slight thud.

"whatever"

...

"what's up with him?", changbin asked, pointing towards the direction of his bedroom.

"I'm not really sure, why don't you ask that jerk?" Hyunjin mumbled, rolling over to a more comfortable position on his bed.

"ain't it a little off that he came all of a sudden at this time of the night?"

"yeah, he definitely argued with y/n before taking his grumpy ass over here" the younger one mummered beneath his breath, snuggling deeper into the comfort of his pillow.

"oh, well if that's the case, we should confront him"

"Why, we?, it's not my problem and besides I'm too comfortable to move", hyunjin whined with his eyes closed shut, gripping to the side of his matres as changbin tried yanking him out of his bed.

" you're coming with me, I can't sort this out on my own", the elder one groaned as he finally got the sleepyhead out of the room and directed straight to chans.

"you and that idiot have to pay back for the precious hours of sleep I'm going to be missing", hyunjin pouted, crossing his arms whilst huffing and puffing the whole way.

"what a baby"

"hey, what's that?"

"nothing"

...

"won't you both quite down out there!", chan yelled, grabbing the attention of the bickering duo.

"open up, we need to talk", changbin soon spoke, whilst knocking softly against his door. But the otherside remained silent.

"hyung-"

"get lost", chan grunted, scrunching his face in frustration as he could feel his blood boil by the second.

"You heard him buff boy, get lost", hyunjin snickered, whilst patting his shoulder as a sign of "good luck", before running off to his bedroom, leaving changbin on his own, as he stayed there determined to fix whatever mess that has been made. He two was easily as stubborn when he needed to be as there was no way on earth that he was going to let him off this easily.

"look, hyung. I know you're having a tough time with the whole rest taking stuff, but you can't just throw all your anger on us especially your girlfriend"

"nothing happened between us, stop talking nonsense"

"well, you wouldn't be here if you didn't have a go with her.. I just know." changbin mumbled as he looked down at the knob of the door, slightly twisting and turning it, before the knob turned completely with the door opening with a slight creek, revealing a flustered looking chan peeking through.

"what do you want changbin?", he spoke with a heavy sigh.

"I don't want anything from you, I just want to know what's going on", changbin responded, clearly concerned with his best friends antics.

He seemed rather hesitant, clearly not wanting to remember what happened not so long ago. So taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he finally averted his glance meeting the eyes of his worried friend.

"I just wanted get some work out the way and y/n just prevented me from doing so, thats why I came here", he bluntly confessed, causing changbin to look at him with nothing but disapproval.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No you left y/n because she didn't want you to exhaust yourself from a serious burn out, she's clearly not trying to cause you any harm, the only person that is causing harm is you", changbin responded, his demeanor kept firm enough to make chan realise how serious the situation has really to turned out to be.

"what do you want me to do then?, stop working completely?"

Chans heart began to race faster as even the thought of not being able to work made him sick. To him, working on music is a part of his life, its the only way for him to find a sense of comfort and most importantly, making stays and everyone around him happy. He never intended to hurt anyone in the process. Not even the person he loves most.

"quite frankly, yes."

"No, you must have lost your mind. If I stop working all together, I'm scared that-", he paused, finding it difficult to even speak the words he was struggling to say as tears began to prick his eyes, he was truly in pain.

"take it easy, you got this", changbin reassured, before he welcomes himself in whilst guiding chan towards his bed with his hand rested gently on his back to keep him at ease.

"I'm scared that one day ... This will be all be gone, I'm just trying to make the most of what time has provided me with", the agony swelling his voice causes changbins heart to ache. He felt bad.

"listen we still have a whole lot of years ahead of us, straykids will always be together even when everyone has moved on with their lives, we'll always stay" his words full of compassion and love, it was all so overwhelming that chan finally let out a sob. He felt so grateful that he has the kids by his side no matter what.

However, the one person who cares most was left broken, and he knew danm well that it was all his fault.

"I guess your right bin, I've just never thought of it like that"

"what can I say hyung, they don't call me sexy smart bin for nothing", changbin giggled, easing the tense atmosphere.

"Now stop crying and take that break you really deserve, so that we and stays can finally breathe knowing our leader is finally having a long rest - oh and most importantly apologise to your girlfriend, I think she out of all people cared for your health most and desevers to be smothered with nothing but love.. Like you know how you like ki-"

"oh gosh, shut up, you don't need to go in full depth, I know what I need to do and I'm not going to spare a second wasting it anymore", chan got up with a huge smile on his face, determined to change things around for the better between you both and for the sake of his health. He had to get back to you now before it was too late.

...

"I hope he's okay", you whispered as you looked out of the window, sitting there like you always did every night, waiting for your dearest love to come by.

You were supposed to be mad at him, but you just couldn't. He was always so good to you like you were to him. And you understood that people can be angry at times. However, a part of you was disappointed with the way he treated you.

As you gazed aimlessly, you gradually dozed off into a light slumber. Until you heard knocks at the front door a few moments later.

Who could that be?

As you curiously approached the front door, you were quite hesitant to open it. Surely it wasn't chan, he is beyond irritated with you and besides he has the keys to the apartment so why would he even be knocking.

"y/n, I know you're standing there, open up my baby", his tone soft as he stood there on the otherside, desperate to hear the sound of your sweet voice.

"don't you have your own keys"

"I forgot to take them with me because-", he didn't want to be reminded with how he behaved earlier.

"okay well if you're missing anything I'll grab it for you"

Oh you were so good to him that he could feel guilt churn his insides whole.

"No I don't need anything"

"what is it then"

"I need you"

You felt your cheeks burning, suddenly, all those emotions you've felt was overwhelming your paining heart. It felt like you were inlove all over again, yet you were still hurt. So, you took a deep breath whilst firmly gripping onto the knob of the door and turned it ever so slightly before pulling it towards you.

Before you could have even protested, he pulled you straight into his arms and held you close, feeling the warmth of his body against yours with his pounding heart beating like crazy. He couldn't afford to lose somebody as precious as you, not even in a million years. You were everything he could possibly have wished for.

You couldn't even try pulling away yourself, he just held you tighter as if was going to loose you forever. So you just stood there helplessly in his arms, flustered.

"I thought you were mad at me", you muffled into his chest with tears threatening your eyes.

"never, if anything you should be the one mad at me for treating you so badly", his voice filled with regret as he then cupped your face to look at his, before planting a tenderly soft kiss on your lips.

"don't cry my love, your tears are worth way more than crying over someone like me", he croaked with a hefty lump in his throat which caused you to tear up more. He was back, the chan you knew you loved was finally back.

"I promise to not overwork myself and take this break as an opportunity to rest with you. Oh and I will make sure to do the dishes for the whole month if that could win your love again", his tone rather desperate, pleading like a cute puppy.

"you're such a dork , you know that right? ", you giggled softly causing his heart to flutter even more by the second as you playfully slapped his chest.

"I love you"

"I love you two, but you know you're sleeping on the coach tonight"

"what? No I want to snuggle with you, you know I will die if-" 🥺

"OKAY YOU BIG BABY"

minho ✿︎

"is she now deaf?, y/n! Pick up your danm phone!", minho called out, beginning to get even more irritated with your clueless behaviour.

The phone kept ringing and it began to tick him off by the second. So he then stomped his way towards your phone to see who was constantly ringing.

"y/s/n?", minho quizzed, soon later being bambarded with text messages blowing up your phone, startling him.

"must be important"

He walked out of your shared bedroom and began to see if you were still in the kitchen..but you weren't there. You were no where to be found.

"that's odd", he thought as he began to look around his surroundings in hopes of being able to see your figure.

He finally came to conclusion that perhaps you happened to be at your mom's place and supposedly left your phone behind. But he did get a little weary that you haven't called him through his phone...?

To be quite frank, he did begin to feel a little guilty with the way he has spoken to you a few moments ago. He must've of been a bit too harsh with you when you were only trying to cook some food for the both of you and he?.. just allowed his own emetions get the best of him. Probably because he just didn't want seeing yourself being put in danger all the time?

Minho wasn't the type to go through your phone without permission. However, in this situation he had no choice but to do so, it could be serious. So with that being said, he unlocked your phone and went straight to your sisters messages, thinking you were perhaps trying to get a hold of him.

But no.

His heart cleached with the sudden burning sensations of pain eating him whole, as his mouth hung loose and eyes wide open.

"what on earth is this?", he muttered in disbelief, scrolling past each text message making his blood boil by the second.

" I really just want to punch the living shit out of you right now"

"even mom wishes you were dead"

"fucking answer me, you whore"

Pain, was all he felt.

How could you not even tell him about this? suddenly all the bitter words that he has thrown at you has definitely backfired him with grief and pain. How could he treat someone so dear to him so poorly, when they were being abused by thier own family themselves?

"this was all my fault", his words quivered from his lips as the grip around your phone tightened almost shattering the screen. Anger was something beyond he was truly feeling at this point, he wanted to seek revenge to those who have kept you miserable and he was one of them. He could never forgive himself for being so.. Clueless.

"minho?, whats going on?", the sound of your innocent voice broke his heart more. Gosh you were so pure.

"where were you?", his voice low, keeping his back turned away from you.

"oh, I just went to buy some groceries since I burnt nearly everything edible in the kitchen", you let out a soft chuckle before smiling weakly, still sort of sore with the way he has treated you earlier, but not wanting to make things worse because deep down he was the only one you had left to give you the love you so desperately needed in a place so cold.

He turned to face you with your phone held in his hand, making you suddenly feel tensed to the bone as soon as your eyes wandered down to his hand clutching onto your device. Has he seen the messages?

"um, has somebody called?", you spoke feeling quite uneasy as you placed the bags down onto the wooden floor and gradually walked near his rather tense demeanor.

"how long?"

"what?"

"how long were you hiding this from me?", he quizzed with his lips quivering as he tried his best to hold the tears he so wanted to prevent from falling, flashing the screen filled with such devient messages.

You felt your knees weaken as the suffocating silence causes your eyes to prick from both ends of the corners. You didn't know what to say or even how to explain any of this to him. Your mind has fallen blank.

He then came closer towards your shaking frame before lifting your chin ever so softly to meet his reddened eyes. He too has felt equally as pained.

"tell me angel, tell me why they have done this to you", his tone desperate, bringing both hands pressed against his lips.

You took a deep breath. It was going to be hard for you, very hard. But. You knew he'd find out one way or another. All the abuse you've encountered, to every single time you've suffered alone. Everything. You were his after all, so he had the rights to know about such serious matters that has been inflicted to his most beloved person.

"my family.."

You gulped thickly as you bit your lower lip from exploding into tears.

Minho noticed your sense of discomfort and pulled you closer for a reassuring hug. He knew this must be difficult for you. You both did.

"take your time y/n", he spoke reassuringly, holding you tighter around his arms making you feel safe.

"my family aren't the loving people you think they are Minho... Ever since my dad left, both my mom and sister have made my life a living hell .. Especially when I've finally got onto my feet, they still found ways to push me back down.. I'm so weak minho, I could understand why you may feel annoyed with me", you whispered with each word burning every inche of your aching heart.

You couldn't hold this feeling of resentment and pure hatred within yourself anymore, so you finally allowed those tears that you kept inside of you come rolling down as you let out sobs of agony.

Minho kept quite, finding it so hard to come up with words he wanted to say so much to you but he just couldn't. He was so ashamed of himself to let you think of him this way. He really had failed you as a boyfriend, huh?

He surely does love you more than anything that this world could possibly offer (even jisung himself😣, ik it's hard to believe -). You were the reason why he could smile so often these past few months being together, you were even the reason why he could laugh without thinking about all the stressful schedules... It was all you.

He then rested his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your sweet scent with his lips softly pressed against you warm skin.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way y/n, if I only I knew what you were going through - I would have protected you, I just know", he cried being able to finally let his emotions get the best of him.

"you are so strong, you know that?"

You hummed, too mentally drained to even speak as you dug deeper into his embrace.

"you are"

He pulled away looking straight at you, nothing in this world was more important as you were right now.

"danm I love you so much, it hurts", he suddenly confessed making you smile ever so weakly.

"me too", you chuckled at his cuteness as you really could see the sincerity in his eyes and that to you was enough to forgive him.

"from here on now I will never hurt you the way I did today and will be responsible to keep you safe and happy, even if it's from your family.. Me, my parents and the boys are your family", his words filled with nothing but content whilst looking at you with so much adoration.

"thank you", your voice quivered feeling so loved, you could almost burst.

"okay, let's stop crying and order some food - I'm starving", he pouted as he rubbed his belly in circles.

"we still have burnt food stored in the kitchen, if you want", you teased, before whipping the tears off your face.

"NO- I mean I'm good my little munchkin" ☺️

Changbin ❣︎

"are you just going stand there and say nothing to me?"

"there's nothing for me to say", you hissed back furiously, trying to free your suffocated wrist but the grip of his hold has only got tighter.

"y/n, why are you being like this? .. I don't like it" he suddenly quivered in pain as you could see that he was almost on the verge of tears - it made you feel miserable seeing him like this.

You closed your eyes to take a moment to reassure yourself and tried to understand he deserved to know, even if it may be tough for you at first.

Sighing deeply, you met his pained eyes and gave him a weak smile.

"if I tell you, you'd probably think I'm stupid"

"stupid? Baby, you aren't. Listen, I won't be able to do anything if you don't tell me.. It could be serious"

"yeah.. I guess you're right", you sighed as he loosened the grip around your wrist and gradually pulled you near his warmth, trying his best to ease the tension of the atmosphere.

"binnie, you know those girls at my workplace that I'm friends with?", you spoke in a low tone, reminiscing the whole event that took place not so long ago, causing your stomach to churn up.

He thought for a moment.

"oh, yeah. Why? Did they do something to you?", he quizzed, whilst scrunching his face into a little frown.

Your began to feel a rush of heat running through your body with your heart racing in a much faster pace.

"actually, no. Nothing happend", you lied as you bit your lower lip in frustration. Why were you being so difficult?

"I can tell when you're lying y/n", he replied, almost reading you like a book.

At this rate, he didn't even care about his work - in fact, his work could wait because all he cared about right now was you and you only. He definitely knew there was something off as soon as he saw your familiar figure walk gradually into the building... Crying. So no matter what you do to deny the fact that somebody has hurt you (aka his most precious baby in the entire world 😞) , he won't let anybody go to sleep until he hears the truth, even if it takes up rest of the night cause he sure was danm stubborn, and you knew that too well.

"fine, they left me waiting all alone in some karaoke place for hours, thinking they'd come back", you suddenly blurted out, with tears beginging to trickle down your scorching cheeks once again.

"what? Why would they do that?", he questioned in utter shock, feeling nothing but pure rage.

"how would you know? Your not some ordinary person with an ordinary lifestyle", you snapped bitterly, with the sudden burst of anger exploding at one go, taking changbin by surprise.

"y/n?"

"No bin, I had enough of people always judging and mistreating me for no good reason - because of you.. Everyone fucking hates me", you yelled, with your weak legs dropping onto the ground, finally allowing all these emotions set free.

Changbin could feel a harsh sting of pain hitting his chest as his breath hitched with tears pricking his eyes. He was truly hurt, but who could blame you? He knew how hard it must have been to be with someone like him. So seeing you in such immense pain and agony, he just blamed himself for causing you in so much distress. But he didn't want to let you go, not today..not ever.

He crouched to your level and cupped your face with his shaking hands, noticing the look of exhaustion on your face. You were tired, very tired.

"I know it must be extremely difficult being with somebody like me and I'm sorry for putting you in so much trouble but please.. Don't say that, you know there's so many that love you.. I do", he whispered as he pressed his forehead against yours.

How could you even say that to him?

Your mind felt suffocated with all sorts of questions you didn't yet have answers for. However, the only thing you could never deny was the unconditional love changbin had for you. The way both eyes twinkle so brightly whenever you were in his presence, the way both corners of his lips curves into a love strucking smile whenever you spoke, the way his face lits up with so much adoration whenever you laughed, was all so.. Unconditional.. Even now, he still loved you dearly despite the sly comments you've thrown. But you? Were nothing but a burden. Maybe, you deserved to be ditched by those girls at the karaoke place after all?

"stop", your voice strain, as changbin pulled your tired frame onto his lap.

"what?"

"stop being so nice to me.. If I were you, I'd hate me right now"

"never, you didn't do anything wrong", he spoke ever so softly into your ear before leaving a small peck over it. After all, changbin knew it wasn't your fault that you were betrayed, if anyone.. It was their fault and their loss.

Even if you tried to protest he just concealed his lips with yours from trying to utter a single word, which did startle you at first but your eyes were heavy and had a body that ached from exhaustion, so you just allowed yourself to snuggle in the arms of your lover.

"we'll get better, I promise"

Hyunjin

"hyung, what the fuck was that for?", jisung whined, as he shook his head in disbelief after a failed attempt of trying to convince you to stay.

"I would have broken up with him if I was y/n", jeongin commented with the others nodding in agreement.

"I also heard that it took her an entire day-"

"just shut the fuck up, I don't even know why you all care so much anyways", hyunjin snapped bitterly with his body fuming in anger.

The atmosphere of the room fell awkwardly silent, nobody had the guts to utter a single word without hyunjin going ballistic. The boys all knew how he was when he was angry and always have kept their distance at times like this.

"Hyunjin, get outside. Now. ", chan ordered sternly. If anyone, he was the only person who could handle his little tantrums, even when no one else could. (what can I say, he is the leader after all🙈)

Hyunjin let out a frustrated long sigh before heading out of the practice room with chan right at his heels.

"what's up?", the elder one quizzed whilst crossing his arms. He knew hyunjin was having a tough time trying to perfect his moves, but he didn't expect him to behave this way, especially towards you.

He rested his head against the wall and dazed his eyes to the celling, not wanting to say a single word, which only made chan more irritated with his childish antics.

"you know what?"

"what?"

"get lost"

Hyunjin suddenly snapped his head towards chans direction with wide eyes, letting out a slight gasp of shock.

"Why?..hyung?", he pleaded not wanting to leave practice without perfecting every mistake he has made.. Which has been stressing him out for the past few hours.

"you know why, so don't you dare come back here until you realise your own wrong doings and fixed the problem you have caused.. I'm serious", chan scolded before turning his back towards the younger one and walked off feeling quite agitated.

He stood there quite baffled with the leader's sudden burst of anger, but he knew that chan is the type to stick with his words. So with that, he decided to take his words into consideration and left the building taking the long root back and really took the time to remice over what he's done wrong. (boy ain't it obvious? 🙄)

...

"shit", hyunjin hissed under his breathe, finally realising how much damage he has caused just a few hours ago. He was totally behaving like a total prick towards someone so thoughtful and kind.

He suddenly kicked a few rocks out of frustration that were in sight before letting out a sharp groan. He really did mess things up for the both of you, and he himself wasn't able to forgive himself for what he has done, feeling the sudden sense of guilt take over his ignorant mind.

As he finally approached his way towards the entrance of the building, to his surprise he noticed that you were sitting on a bench from a futher distance. That's strange.

"what are you doing out here in the dark?, isn't it cold?", he questioned whilst taking a seat next to you.

"I don't see why you care and plus.. aren't you supposed to be practicing.. Since that's all you care about", you scoffed turning your self away from his direction.

He tried holding onto your shoulder but you just pushed him off you and stood up annoyed.

"if you're coming here to apologise, it's not going to work.. The way you've embarrassed me infront of everyone was so pathetic of you", your voice harsh as tears threatened to roll down your scorching cheeks. You were in pain and he could see it written all over your face.

He then gradually stood up and walked near your figure, but you just took a few steps back, not wanting to even be near his presence because you just felt more agitated by even looking at him right now.

"y/n, I know what I've done was so immature of me.. And you have all the rights to be angry, I take full responsibility for my actions and I really shouldn't have taken all my stress out on you.. But please, I don't want to lose you.. I will do anything for you to forgive me again", his tone slightly strained as tears of sincerity trickled from both eyes.

You were hurt. Very. However, you knew deep down you wouldn't ever be able to stay mad at him forever. You surely love him with all your heart and seeing him coming in terms of what he's done wrong, did make you feel slightly better, but you weren't completely heald and thats fine.

You felt quite hesitant with what to say to him. You really did wish you could just smack him across the face and walk off. But you just stood there flustered, not knowing how to respond.

"you know it will take time for me.. For us to heal and to be honest, I don't think I can even stand seeing you right now and Its not me being mad, its me being disappointed", you spoke, feeling your own voice quiver.

Those exact words made his stomach turn upside down, he couldn't believe he has caused you to feel this way before and it was all his fault.

"I understand why you may feel this way y/n, I'm sorry and you know what? .. I think it's best if I just leave all together then, I will pack my belongings today and won't come back, if that's what you want.", his voice strained as even the thought of not being able to see you suffocated him like a venomous smoke. It was going to be extremely difficult for him especially after seeing exhother after so long and .. Ending things just like that?

Before hyunjin could even begin to walk himself inside, you couldn't help but call out to him.

"No, that's not what I want"

"then what is it?"

"I want you to stay - just sleep on the coach for the time being, I don't care.. I won't be able to live knowing your gone, even if it's for a split second", you finally confessed, taking back each word you said a few minutes ago.

"but I thought you couldn't stand-"

"forget what I said.. Yes I'm hurt with the way you have behaved but please hyunjin don't leave me", you spoke with a hefty lump in your throat, finally allowing all those emotions wash over you that you've kept in for so long.

Hyunjin went near your shaken form and gently pulled you into his arms, holding you so tight that you almost forgot how to breathe as he nezzled his head into the crook of your neck breathing into your scent, trying to ease your pain.

"I'll fix this, I'll fix all of this"

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An: whaa I finally posted pt. 2.. Well, have you enjoyed it? I hope you did angel 🙏 and... I realised that I've written this through a fem perspective .. But dw you can change pronouns as you wish, anyone can read this<3

This was one of the most beautiful thing I've ever read 😭😭😭

Sun rays through the rain.

⇢ jimin x reader

⇢ angst.

⇢ word count: 3.1k

⇢ warnings: jimin says some mean stuff, jimin's mom is hinted at being verbally abusive but its not talked about much, this is all in jimin's pov, it's a bit poetic and i hope that isn't annoying :(, but besides that there's not much warnings.

⇢ summary: sunlight is something we all tend to love especially when we’re cold and want something natural to warm us. Sunlight can warm our skin but it can also warm our hearts and that is what you did for Jimin. You were his sunlight but too bad Jimin is a storm. Though he is a storm jimin never thought he was the very thing you said, he never thought he was mean. 

This is a quick little angst fic I wrote because I was feeling sad but wanted to write something with a bit of beauty in the words. I wanted to write something where we see the pov of one of the boys going through a bit of pain and inner turmoil. I was thinking if this should be a two shot but hmm idk! But as always thank you for reading! ^~^ reblogs and feedback are always greatly appreciated! <3

One thing Jimin hates about you is that when you enter a room you grab everyone's attention, even his. If it's not your looks it's your aura and if it's not because of your aura it's because of your smell. Wine soaked cherries a perfume you made at a perfume making class. It's something he didn't even know existed but you told him about the whole experience one night.

He likes the scent and so do others. It's a scent so sweet with an edge that makes people want to explore more. It's unique for you to be in this setting, you don't come out with them too much but then again you probably come out like a normal person does. Jimin is the one who goes out any chance he can get.  

He hasn't seen you or talked to you in about two months yet he thinks about you everyday. Even in class you asked the professor if you could change seats. Which he granted you without asking you why because you were such a good student he assumed jimin was the problem which he wasn't wrong.

Now a girl named Sana sits by him and though she is cute, she isn't you. She doesn't make the class tolerable like you did and though she does give him the answers she doesn't do it like you did, with a bit of teasing that resulted in him having a laugh.

The reason for this all though is his fault and he knows that he knows he's an idiot he knows that he doesn't often think before doing and that his image is seen as many things. Some are true, some aren't. See everyone knows jimin sleeps around often and he admits he does. Everyone also knows that Jimin doesn't do commitment if he sees you more than once you're not supposed to feel special because you aren't.

Jimin is honest with the people he sleeps with, telling them flat out that they aren't anything to him but a person he sleeps with. He likes to say it's because he's a good guy and is honest but there's a difference between being honest and being rude. What Jimin flat out told you was rude and not honest at all. 

If people think jimin is honest they would be correct but only slightly. There's many things people think about him but ever since he met you you didn't think anything about him. Saying things like “yeah i've heard about you but that doesn't mean i know you so why would i assume things about you?”

You and Jimin began talking because you both had biology together, a class that was mandatory for you both. Jimin hates it but when he got seated next to you he thought the class was a bit more bearable simply because you smelled nice. At first jimin wasn't interested in you, you were too shy and to jimin you were boring.

You didn't seem like you did anything fun or well what he considered fun. You told him you mostly just hang out with your friends and do friend dates, you told him that you treasure your friendships and love being around them. You told him about how you like to spend time alone and do things like cuddling up in bed and doing little hobbies. Jimin thought it was lame but didn't say it just nodded along. 

It's cute in a way how you do those things but he didn't find them interesting.When he thought that he knew a part of him was lying about what you do for fun because in general it seems fun in its own way and seems peaceful. Also it’s not that you were boring he guess it's just to jimin you just weren't the type of person he would hang around too often because he liked the funner things.

Like going out often to places that weren't cafes and parks, he liked being around his friends though so you guys had that in common. He couldn't help but ask if you ever hook up with people or get in relationships but you timidly shook your head at that. “It's a bit embarrassing, I guess to like someone and confess. So if i ever like someone i don't confess it's just a bit too scary and pointless because i often am scared i'm unlikable you know?” you admitted shyly.

Jimin reassured you that that's a normal worry and that you'll do it someday he even reassured you in a teasing manner that you aren't entirely unlikable which made you giggle. Though you guys have that in common you have one thing that you listed that he can't get behind. He didn't like being alone it's something he hates. He told you that once and you asked him why that is but he didn't answer you.

Too personal and too serious because what if he did tell you? What if he told you he hated being alone because he isn't the company who he wants to be with? That being alone makes him think too much to where it feels like even in his quiet apartment there are so many things taunting him and being said. 

so he just said because he likes people. Which isn't a lie but it isn't the truth either. To jimin's surprise you guys had mutual friends so you can guess how surprised he was to see you at a party talking to hoseok who was laughing at something you said. He walked over and said that he didn't know you knew hoseok to which you teased that there's a lot of things he doesn't know about you.

That day is what started a friendship between the two of you. Jimin happened to see you more often around campus, with his friends, or even out in public. He tells himself it's just a coincidence and it's not that he happens to seek you out sometimes if he thinks you'll be around. 

He came to figure out that you have such a nice personality, it's bright and reminds him of sunlight. Not the sun itself because that would hurt people if they got too close and you wouldn't do that. You are sunlight because you warm those close to you and even those who aren't. You bring comfort to those around you and everyone would agree with him if he said that outloud.

Jimin liked spending time with you, he thinks you are the only person he can be himself around completely. Though in the end even sunlight must dim when a storm appears. 

Jimin knows he is the storm and wishes he was nothing but a bit of rain but he is the kind of storm that shakes the house with thunder or at least that is how he feels. People assume things and things spread quickly so when it started being spread that jimin must like you because of how he stays around you and treated you, that angered him. You breaking what he had built up around himself, to others, and around his heart angered him. That night he wrote in his journal about it and to his surprise the very thing he wrote about happened. 

When you told jimin you liked him he was proud of you for telling him because you wouldn't of  done that before and have told him you don't confess when you like someone so he feels happy that you did with him but he also wishes you wouldn't have because maybe than he wouldn't have to come face to face with the very things he's scared of. Commitment, love, and hurting you.

When you told jimin you liked him the first thing he did was laugh and even now the look on your face at the sound makes his heart break. The very memories of that day hurt him so he knows how you must feel. If this hurts then you must feel shattered. First, Jimin simply told you he didn't like you back but Jimin just couldn't close his mouth. Jimin couldn't understand when it's time to be the face he upholds vs when it's time to be himself to be jimin, your jimin.

Jimin could have left it at that, that he didn't like you back but he was scared and angry that this was even happening. It's as if the universe read what he wrote in his journal last night and decided to throw it in his face. 

“You think anyone would like you like that? Romantically? I mean come one y/n especially someone like me? You are so fucking boring its almost insufferable.” Jimin knew you hated being called boring and that you hated being seen as someone who people don't enjoy being around but he can't seem to shut up only thinking of things that can cause venom because he doesn't know if his heart is beating out of love for you or hatred.

He doesn't register the venom he is spitting as he is only thinking through his anger but he believes it's not to you, it's to himself. 

“The people I usually go for aren't people like you. You may be nice but is that enough for someone to like you? Love and like isn't just about chance, you have to be likable to be liked whether that be in looks or personality and to put it kindly you just aren't likable.” he said at you incredulously as if he can't believe you even thought of confessing to someone like him.

“Think before you just do what you want to next time, okay?” He says with a laugh that feels so degrading even to himself. Once he finished what he said it didn't even register that the words he spewed were all words you shared with him. Were all worries you shared about yourself, insecurities you trusted him with. Yet even after all of what he said the only thing you did was nod and go to walk away with a look he's never seen you sport.

A look as if the sun didn't have the moon to help it shine, a look as if the sun didn't want to be itself anymore. That look haunts jimin but what haunts him more is the words you said to him 

“I may not be likable Jimin and I may be insufferable but at least I'm myself, at least I'm not mean.” 

Mean, you called jimin mean. Such a small word that many people don't think of using to others because some see it as childish but he thinks that's the worst thing you could have called him. Sure you could have called him rude, a dick, an asshole but mean? Jimin didn't think he was mean and he never wanted to be mean to people, especially not you. Especially not his sunshine. 

After that day Jimin didn't see you around and he didn't see you in class for at least a week. The thing though is Jimin didn't text you or call you, he didn't try to apologize. He thought that if he called you it would be more damaging. He didn't want to cause anymore pain and because he was scared. Jimin isn't what people crack him up to be, he's more fragile than people think and you knew that.

You knew Jimin was fragile and you treated him with a gentleness that he's never felt. You were attentive to things he didn't even know about himself. You cared about him and Jimin hasn't felt that in a long time and that's what scared him, what scares him. 

Jimin likes you and he know that. He likes you so much he almost wants to say it's love with how much it hurts, with how much it scares him. He's not the only one who knows he likes you, his friends know and he hasn't even said anything to them it just shows. it shows in the way he held your hand when you tried to wear large heeled heels down that stairs for the first time.

Which he notices you wearing tonight as you talk to some guy who is definitely flirting with you but you don't even seem to notice and if you do that seems to make his chest ache.

It showed in the way he let you come to his house with coloring books and matching pajamas in the middle of the night because he was bored and it was totally not because he wanted to spend time with you and it comforted him knowing you were safe and near him after you told him about your new neighbor who seems to be an angry guy.

Sue him for being a protective person, but it mostly showed in the way Jimin smiled around you, in the way he laughed and shined as himself as jimin. When his friends told him this and these things he denied it claiming you guys were simply just friends that he didn't like you like that and couldn't see himself doing so but even saying such a lie made him feel as if he was deceiving you. 

Jimin finds himself in his apartment alone tonight, the very thing he used to talk to you about, about how much he hated it and you would come over. If you couldn't come over you would call him and talk, jimin appreciated that he appreciated you. He liked seeing you tonight even if you didnt talk to each other, even if he wasn't in your world there because you were still in his.

So as he sees the journal he passes by everyday and hasn't picked up in two months thinking it was a book of magic. He would consider it a curse, a bully for doing the very thing he feared. Tonight though he doesn't ignore it he opens it to see the last thing he wrote. The last thing he thought before he was evil before he was mean. 

“She's the sun and though I seek warmth I'm scared to get burnt. I don't want to get burnt as I am someone with skin that doesn't heal well on its own and that is what I am, on my own. I am alone in this field yet when the sun comes out I no longer feel that. The sunshine that helps me find my way as if it were the moon, the sunlight that acts as my compass, the sunlight that gives him energy to be."

"She is a tiny nail that can break glass yet she is also the glue to the glass that's broken. I'm scared of the sun and I am scared of her. I don't like such things as love and I don't like such things as relationships or so I say. I know that it is what I crave. I know it is what I want but I have to be brave to have such things and I am not brave.” 

Jimin feels himself tear up at that. He isn't brave, he isn't someone who can be themselves freely, talk to others freely and as himself. Jimin’s honest but only in things that have no meaning. Like sex with strangers, like with his favorite color to those he hooks up with, or like to his mom when she asked him if he thought he was a mistake.

Jimin had told her no because he wanted to appear indifferent to her words but Jimin thinks that holds no meaning because even if he told his mom he did believe he was a mistake she would have still been unsatisfied with his answer. 

“I have to be brave to love someone as bright as the sun yet I am tarnished in oil that would damage it and darken it. I want the sun's love. I want the sun's light but am I worthy of such warmth? Am i worthy of calling such a beautiful thing mine? In the end the only questions I have for myself daily is why am I so broken? why cant i love but most importantly why aren't i worthy?” 

Jimin thinks he's worthy of some things. Such as seeing a pretty flower when he walks the street or having a dog wag its tail at him to show his excitement but jimin is also not worthy of many things. Like being praised for his strength when he is weak, like being told he is kind hearted when he questions that every day now and he is definitely not worthy of you and your love. 

“If i had one wish it would be to always be the person i am when i am with her because  that person is someone i am proud of, someone i can say isn't a mistake. If I had two wishes I'd wish to be the very person she would confess too but if I had a third wish I’d wish for her to never feel the same and for a confession to never happen. As I am now out of wishes I can not wish for the very thing that could solve this all."

"It's not to know how to love as I can learn, it's not to learn how to be myself as I can try. It is simple yet not simple at all. The very last thing I wish to wish for is to be lovable but as I have no more wishes I can't say those words and only fear and anger lay in its place.”

Jimin loves you he's sure of it but Jimin thinks he is many things but the main thing he can't seem to shake even as the words that were ingrained in him were long ago and by someone long gone, Jimin is not lovable and thinks he might never be. Now Jimin knows he also is another thing, Jimin is mean and he thinks that's the one thing he wished you never said. Though he can't be angry at your words because like everything else it's his fault. 

Though it seems your light still has some effect because as he reads this he feels something like a want in him and that want is to grow. He wants to grow into a flower that can shine under the sun. a flower the sun can be proud of. Seeing you tonight is bittersweet, you were there yet he has no right to talk to you. One day though, Jimin will be better and have the prettiest petals you've seen. Jimin will grow and he hopes you'll still be there shining when he does.

okay u can’t do this to my poor heart please give us a pt3 i’m in my knees begging you.

You all wanted angst you get angst 🤧

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He's yet again sitting on the corner of his bed, head in his hands. There's a cardboard box filled with all of your stuff- and it's not even halfway full. Why did he never notice how little stuff you have? How come you seem to have fewer toys and possessions apart from clothes than his dog?

You're currently staying with the girls- and he wonders how you do. It's hard on him because this - the home without you and just filled with the tapping of claws of bam who's occasionally roaming around - is way more calm to him than if you were here. It hurts because it just seems to show him that you really do not fit his life any longer.

And it gets worse when he clicks through videos and pictures on his laptop.

A video backstage, back when you were still a little spooked by fireworks. He's holding down your ears for you, your back pressed against his front as you watch the colorful sparks in the sky with him. They reflect in your eyes, and he watches his past self grin down at you, remembers how glad he was to be able to bring you along.

A set of pictures taken on a train. They're very old - still from the first weeks you'd stayed with him. You're asleep next to your and his bags on the seats across from him, worn out from your first big trip with him. There's still the piercing yellow from your anxiety collar around your neck. You've not worn it for a long time- It's now in the cardboard box, together with the other two collars you own.

Another video. It's the old practice room - you're holding onto his hands as he pulls you around the floor, your laughter filling the room as well as some staff's as well. Every time he stops, you just stare up at him, tail wagging wildly, and you're breathing quickly from the excitement. In another video, he can see you lazily play with the straps of his bag, while he's busy picking something out of the fluff of your curly tail. He doesn't remember what it was. Assumes it was a twig, maybe.

A video of you running in a huge open field, chasing after some wild ducks that fly away from you, as you laugh happily. At the call of your name, you turn around, morning fog hiding you a little - but you quickly become clearer as you run full speed back to him. You're again wearing the neon-colored anxiety collar - one that he can see his hand adjust while he holds the phone to record you. "We should get you a new one." His past self tells you. "You're not scared anymore, right?" The younger Jungkook chuckles, and you proudly nod before attacking him with a hug.

Videos become less and shorter the more time passes. The last photo he's got on this laptop is of you watching something on your tablet with your cheeks all puffy from the marshmallows you're snacking on. It's a hotel room, he notices. He doesn't remember taking that picture, though.

He feels terrible.

He could blame it on being busy. On life just changing, on growing up maybe - but the fact that there's an increase in images and videos of Bam as soon as yours stop forces him to realize that his priorities changed, simply put.

He's begun to take you for granted. He got too comfortable in thinking you'd always be there. His interest may even have faded.

He feels terrible.

He doesn't want to give either up. Neither you, nor his new pet- but he's also aware that it really can't go on like this. He has to make a decision as hard as it might be for him.

He gets up to get his dog's leash, the puppy happily jumping at him at the prospect of a walk.

And he feels terrible.

Nothing Personal 🔞 | PROLOGUE

Pairings: Actor!Jeongguk x Actress!Reader Genre: nothing personal universe, enemies to lovers, fake dating Word Count: 2.1k+ words

Summary: In hopes of clearing his name of all the misdemeanors he had done, Jeongguk’s PR team thinks it’ll be a good stunt to date someone like you, who had the public’s good side and who’s willing to co-star with him on a movie. It’s so unfortunate that your agent agreed to this. ( nothing personal series ) / ( kofisips’ masterlist )

Warnings: semi heavy angst, mentions of getting in a car accident

To be a famous movie actor with a lot of supporting fans – that’s all Jeongguk ever wanted to achieve as a child. His doe eyes glimmered as his dad drove past billboards that the actors he looked up to endorsed, wishing that one day he would grow up to be just like them. 

Jeongguk’s ordinary dreams got larger as he grew older. He had hoped to get a degree in film and become a director eventually, but he had to drop out due to his rigorous schedule. He also wanted to pay off his parents’ debts, knowing how hard they had fought to help him reach his ambitions of becoming an A-list celebrity. Aside from that, he also wanted to win a big acting prize that he will proudly display on his shelves.

His huge goals became grander as he got older. Over time, he lost track of what he truly wanted for himself. All he knows is that he has finally become famous, and that is all that there is about him. He didn’t have any adjectives to add to his character other than ‘outstanding performer.’ When he finally achieves his ultimate goal – whatever that may be – he may surely retire as soon as today.

Jeongguk felt like a mindless pawn in the industry’s wicked game that fed off his small desires as a boy and exploited them to their content. His parents had given up their full-time work long ago, knowing that his salary would suffice for the entire family for many years. His agency, MYG Artists, didn’t provide him days for breaks after spending long hours on a film.

Jeongguk was charred to the bone by the industry.

“They can have it all, I don’t give a shit,” he muttered. 

“Jeongguk, don’t say that,” his mother frowned, “Your dad and I worked hard to give you the life that you’ve always wanted.”

He scoffed, “Life that I’ve always wanted? Or was it yours? Not working a single day in your miserable lives while I do?”

“Jeongguk, just because you’re a big shot celebrity, doesn’t give you the right to talk back to your mother like that.” His father says sternly, narrowing his eyes on him. “We already let you have tattoos and piercings, what else do you want?” he grunted.

Jeongguk boredly craned his neck at his dad, chuckling at the retort, “It’s my body, and I can do whatever I want with it.” Deep inside, he wanted to say, ‘This is the only sense of ownership I have over myself.’

His mom gently squeezes his hand with somber eyes, “I don’t know how to be a mother to you anymore, all I know is to support your career.”

That was a sad fact Jeongguk had to live. His parents weren’t his support system, he felt like he was a cash cow for them that feasted on his hard labor. All he wanted to do now was pursue hobbies he knew he’d enjoy doing or go travel as any other person could freely do, but sadly, he wasn’t just a regular guy. 

“Why can’t you just be like any other parent and go get a fucking job?” He spat in anger, dismissing the horror-stricken faces of his parents.

Having had enough of his son’s ill-mannered remarks, his father slowly sat across him with a tight lip. He eyes Jeongguk from head to toe, then smiles at him sarcastically, “Wanna know why we forced you?” Jeongguk glowered, but his dad still went on, “Because you’re so stupid, no school wanted to have you enrolled.”

“Shut up.”

“Nobody wants anything to do with a dumb child star like you.” His father emphasized.  

Jeongguk’s ego, pride, and confidence shattered into tiny particles, blinding his eyes briefly before they watered them. Maybe his dad was right? All he ever knew to do correctly was to act in front of the cameras, ease himself under the harsh spotlights that hit his skin, and pull himself together to give the paparazzi the IT boy gaze they’ve always wanted on the frontpage.

“I’ll see you in hell, then,” he darkly smirked before making his way out of his parents’ house that he had lovingly bought for them. 

All Jeongguk knew was to deliver and receive awards. Countless trophies were displayed on his shelves in his luxurious home in Yongsan-gu, but none of it made him feel complete nor did it feel at home. He needed to get out. He had to find a way out. And so, he did. 

On a rainy night in June, he sped off to nowhere; carrying a few clothes, his passport if he ever needed to use it, and a burner phone. He had nothing in his mind but the need to choose himself for once. After countless attempts of hiding himself, he finally found the courage to do so. Unfortunately, he was speeding against the limit. His car spun around from one lane to the next until it crashed on the opposite side of the road.

Jeon Jeongguk Unhurt in Car Accident.

Actor Jeon Jeongguk was rushed to hospital after a car crash en route to Busan city. Responders say the actor’s SUV hit a dump truck whose hazard lights were on, and the hood of Jeongguk’s SUV and bumper were damaged after the crash.

Jeongguk didn’t have any recollection of the accident – it was pitch black, only to wake up in bright, white lights and greeted with the smell of antiseptic, and his talent agent that was sitting at the edge of his bed with a furrowed brow.

“What were you even thinking?” Namjoon sighed tiredly.

“Damn, I’m still alive?” He chuckled, but his agent didn’t find it funny, “I wasn’t driving under the influence or anything, okay? I was just sleepy.”

Namjoon nodded, “I know, there wasn’t any alcohol in the breathalyzer to charge you for DUI.”

Jeongguk wanted to laugh, but his injuries made it hard for him to do so, “Is Boss Min firing me?”

“I can’t say for sure, but he isn’t too happy about your antics,” Namjoon frowned.

Jeongguk scoffed, “Well, he can stop overreacting and drop me” 

“If the firm drops you, I won’t be the one to pick up your career where you left it,” Namjoon looked at him worriedly. “Is that what you want, Jeongguk?” But he didn’t know how to answer it.

No matter how many times he says he wants to quit showbizness, he just can’t find it in himself to do it. Moreover, that was all he knew what to do for the longest time. Shifting careers meant he would have to give up a lot of things, and he couldn’t afford to do it now that he had grown accustomed to a lavish lifestyle.

“I…I don’t know,” Jeongguk sighed. “I don’t even know what I want for myself.”

“You have got to be the most unprofessional and problematic talent that I’ve handled in my career,” he looked at Namjoon meekly, knowing that it was true, “However, I do understand the burnout that you’re feeling.”

Jeongguk chuckled, “Thanks for trying to get where I’m coming from, but I don’t think everyone will buy that excuse”

“It’s not an excuse, it’s a fact. And it doesn’t help that you’re carrying your family on your back when they should’ve been the ones providing for you instead of forcing you to go sees and screenings at a young age,” He sternly looked at Jeongguk with so much empathy for him.

Out of all the people in his life, Namjoon was the only one who kept him on his toes and understood him. He understood the route Jeongguk had always wanted to go for in terms of his next projects and endorsements. He also saw right through him, urging the agency to give Jeongguk a break but sadly, they couldn’t let the money he gave the company slide.

As a compromise, he encouraged Jeongguk to try different hobbies that leaned toward his line of work. However, given that his schedule was always filled, he never found the time to try any of them, much less enjoy them. In retrospect, Jeongguk is a 7-year-old boy trapped inside a 25-year-old’s body, filling in fictional characters’ lives he wished to live in real life.

However, Namjoon couldn’t help but feel sad for him. He wondered maybe if Jeongguk’s parents cared the slightest bit about their son, then he wouldn’t have turned out this way. The night of the accident, the police called him first because he was on Jeongguk’s speed dial for emergencies – which should’ve been his parents. Sadly, the last words his father had told Namjoon were: ‘He’ll be fine, this isn’t the first car accident he had been in.’  

His train of thought gets cut when Namjoon’s phone rings. Peeking quickly at the screen, the name ‘Boss Min’ lit up on it and it might have sent tingles all over Jeongguk’s body. Seeing his discomfort, Namjoon excused himself to take the call outside.

“Hello, sir?” Namjoon gulped, waiting for his ill-tempered boss to yell at him.

However, Yoongi doesn’t. He was strangely calm, “Kim, we need to talk about Jeongguk. The public and media pried on his misdemeanors for entertainment, and it isn’t likely of our company to tolerate his behavior.”

“I know, sir.” Namjoon sighed.

“You know how we handle problems like him, right?” Yoongi’s tongue clicked. “We drop them instantly.” Namjoon shuts his eyes tightly, expecting the worse.

“However, the director he just signed with still wants him. You know we can’t lose our biggest project, more so, Jeongguk.” Suddenly, Namjoon lit up, hoping the agency would still give their last ounce of hope for their golden boy, “On that note, let me remind you that Jeongguk isn’t the only talent that brings in money to the company. Do you understand where I’m coming from, Namjoon?”

Namjoon’s forehead creased, “Is this an ultimatum, sir?”

“No, it’s a fact and the reality of the industry.” Namjoon could hear Yoongi’s pen tapping against his wooden table, “In the meantime, I’ll figure something out. But if this doesn’t work, I can’t guarantee he’s staying.”

“Understood, Mr. Min. Thank you for your kind consideration,” he finally exhaled with relief. 

“How’s he doing, by the way?” 

He quickly glanced at Jeongguk, who was looking out the window and zoning out, “A few broken bones here and there, but nothing serious. The doctor says he’ll recover in no time.”

On the other line, Yoongi smiled, “Perfect. Just in time for what I have in mind. Ask Jeongguk to put up a public apology statement on all his platforms to gain sympathy.”

“Will do, sir. Thank you very much,” when the call had ended, Namjoon put a fist in the air in relief. It was a weird mix of emotions, but he felt them all at once. 

Jeongguk slowly turned his head to the door when Namjoon entered again. He knows the call was about his final memo, but he couldn’t care less about his career anymore. All he knows is that he felt like shit and lived like one.

“How were Boss Min’s tantrums?” He watched Namjoon pull a chair to sit beside his bed.

“He wants you to put a statement online,” Jeongguk tilted his head to the side and blinked multiple times. ‘Really? Not even a quick update about how I am?’

“Hell no,” he shook his head slowly, “I’m not putting out a notes app apology, hyung.”

Namjoon looked at him warily, “Tacky, I know. But we need you to be on the public’s’ best side for your upcoming movie”

“The fucking movie? Is that all you guys could think about?” Jungkook’s brows furrowed, hurt that nobody – not even his own family – cared for his current state.

“No, Jeongguk it’s–” Namjoon’s shoulders slumped defeatedly, “They want you out and I don’t. We have to work your image and get your shit together.”

Jeongguk lifted a brow, “What did the boss tell you? I only have a year to fix everything? Tell him that’s a funny joke.”

He chuckled but it quickly died down when Namjoon looked at him sternly, “No, He said you only have 3 days before you’re out. So I suggest you put that apology up now or all of this? It’s over.”

“3…days?” Jeongguk mumbled.

“And I need you to include the bar altercation from 2 months ago,” Namjoon says with a heavy heart.

Namjoon felt sorry that he had to lie and put pressure on him, but that’s how Jeongguk usually fixed himself. The thing with Jeongguk is you need to hammer a tight time frame in his head for him to do things properly. Giving him an ample amount of time will only serve as leeway for him to fuck things up – like he usually does. 

After managing him, Namjoon thinks he knows a thing or two about parenting by now. Though personally, even if he isn’t really one to give tough love, he had to do it without a choice.

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Zero Sum

You're in a spiral you can't pull yourself out of, and Yoongi offers you a lifeline.

Pairing: Yoongi x F! reader

Genre: Non-idol AU, angst

Rating: 18+

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Abusive relationship, swearing, aggressive behaviour

He opens his mouth, and you flinch at his tone and the words that come out. They’re always a variation of the same.

You don’t talk to me.

You’re depressed.

Don’t you want to save our relationship?

This is your fault.

There’s the tiniest jolt of fear as he makes a sudden movement towards you.

You don’t think he’d physically harm you.

His hand slaps the wall next to your head, and you flinch again.

When it’s time to go to work, you play music quietly as you get ready.

He’s always telling you that you have crap taste in music, he always asks:

Why are you listening to this rubbish?

Thankfully, he’s in the bedroom, and he doesn’t come out as you let yourself out the door.

Your boss, Mr Kam, tells you that you’ll be training a new employee today, and introduces him.

Yoongi, his name is.

You take him through the store, even though it’s a tiny space and not much to show.

You show him how to work the till, to activate the contactless.

You show him how to look up stock and which section a book might be kept in.

It takes all of twenty minutes.

It’s a slow day, Wednesdays generally are, and you ask him about himself.

He’s from Daegu and he won’t be here long, he says, determination in his voice. He wants to make it in the music business.

You listen to a track he plays you, nodding your appreciation.

Your phone, on the counter between you, lights up.

As soon as you see the notification, the words, ‘fucking cunt,’ you turn your phone over hurriedly.

You hope Yoongi was too busy on his phone to see.

You make an excuse and go out the back to see what’s happened.

He’s found a receipt from a few weeks ago when you met a friend for dinner.

He wants to know:

Who the fuck did you meet?

Why are you lying to me?

There’s a litany of messages, swearing, the words vibrating with anger on your screen. Your heart is pounding, you’re scared, because he’s been so angry with you lately.

The angrier he gets, the less you talk.

You shove your phone in your pocket, on silent, vibration off.

You head back in the store. Thankfully Yoongi’s serving a customer, he’s working the till like he knows exactly how to do it.

You smile at him gratefully when the customer leaves.

He doesn’t know you well enough yet to see how wobbly your smile is.

***

You’re late to work because there was a screaming match as you were about to leave.

You’d left your lunch on the kitchen counter as you’d been in such a hurry to go.

Yoongi’s already there, unboxing new stock, when you arrive.

You murmur an apology.

He says, ‘Your –‘ and trails off, gesturing to his eye.

In the tiny bathroom you realise there’s a smudge of eyeliner extending across the corner of your eye, too far across your temple to be a cat-eye.

It’s on the side you were doing when he came up behind you in the mirror.

He’d wanted to know:

Who the hell are you doing your makeup for?

Who are you dressing up for?

You’d just wanted to look like the old you.

Not this new you, too scared to talk.

You knew that not answering him would make him angrier, but you were worried you’d say the wrong thing.

You don’t know what the right thing is to say.

You fix your makeup hastily and get back on the shop floor.

It’s busy today, you’re taking a quick break with Yoongi when he walks into the shop, carrying your lunch.

He sees the way you’re standing next to Yoongi, and you see the way anger flashes in his eyes.

You can’t bear the idea of Yoongi knowing what a mess your personal life is.

You can’t bear the humiliation of him yelling at you in front of Yoongi.

You get up and accept the lunch box, thanking him.

You ask if Yoongi can cover you whilst you get a drink, and lead him out of the store.

He barely says anything as you buy him a drink, walk him to the subway.

You’re already dreading going home later.

***

He’s watching TV whilst you lie in bed reading.

You wake with a jolt and realise you’ve fallen asleep.

He’s holding your phone, he must have unlocked it with your face. You don’t think he knows the code.

Does he?

He’s scrolling through it, and when he realises you’re awake he tosses the phone on the bedside cabinet.

He wants to fuck.

He gets in bed next to you.

Come on, we haven’t fucked in a month.

Can’t you at least try to look like you’re enjoying it?

You close your eyes as he hammers his hips against your pelvis.

Afterward he wants to hold you. You lie awake until his soft snoring tells you he’s asleep.

Then you get up and clean yourself up.

***

Mr Kam knows you’re often late for work, because he’s seen you a few times.

He tells you it’s a first warning, that if you continue to be late, he’ll have to let you go.

You come out of the office and head straight to the back room, where Yoongi’s unboxing.

You work together quietly.

Yoongi asks, ‘Are you ok?’

You tell him that you’re fine, muster up a smile.

You can tell that you’re not convincing him. Is that pity in his eyes?

Your back straightens, you tell him again that you’re fine.

Yoongi asks if you want to go for a drink after work.

You tell him you’re busy.

***

You’re having dinner out, a French bistro you go to sometimes. At first, it’s going fine.

He asks you about work:

Who’s the guy you work with?

You don’t want to tell him about Yoongi, don’t want Yoongi to be the subject of your next fight, because he’s a nice guy. He’s easy to talk to. He makes good music.

So you tell him about what Mr Kam said.

Again, you’ve said the wrong thing.

He says:

So what? Are you blaming me for our arguments?

What about you? You don’t talk.

You’re depressed.

You’re just like your crazy family.

His voice is rising, and your hand shakes as you take a nervous sip of your wine.

He gets up then, suddenly.

Fucking sort yourself out.

You’re mortified as he tosses his napkin on the table and walks out on you.

You’re trying to catch the attention of the waiter for the bill when Yoongi walks up to your table and sits across from you.

You look at each other, your face burning with humiliation.

‘Finish your dinner,’ Yoongi says.

His voice is so kind, you can’t stop a tear from rolling down your cheek.

He acts like he doesn’t notice.

You finish your meal, and your voice feels thin as you ask the waiter for the bill, but it doesn’t tremble.

Outside the restaurant, Yoongi asks, ‘Want to go for a drink?’

You look at him, hesitating.

You know he’ll be angry if you come home late.

He’ll ask:

Where the hell were you?

You want to thank Yoongi for his kindness, but you don’t want to be in any more trouble than you’re already in.

‘Can I get you a cab?’ Yoongi asks.

You tell Yoongi you’ll be ok. He tells you that he lives near the bookstore, he tells you his exact address.

He saves his number on your phone and tells you to call him if you need anything.

***

You’re staring at Yoongi’s number when his voice makes you jump.

You lock your phone, put it down.

He snarls:

What are you hiding?

He snaps.

He shoves your head against the wall behind you.

You’re so surprised you barely react.

He grabs your phone and throws it in your face.

This close, it hurts.

You fall asleep in the chair you were sitting in because you’re too scared to move.

***

There are no marks on your face, outwardly you look the same you always have.

When there’s a lull in business Yoongi tells you he’s leaving.

There’s an opportunity in the city, producing a track for an up and coming artist.

It sounds perfect.

You congratulate him, so pleased for him.

He deserves it.

He says it’s his last shift.

He tells you about his sister and her husband, how they’re looking for a live-in nanny for their children.

It’s in a different town.

He asks if you’d be interested.

He says he can take you there tonight.

Your phone’s lighting up, a trail of ‘I’m sorry’s, I’ll come and pick you up from work.’

Yoongi’s hand covers the screen.

You stare at the silver rings on his fingers.

Yoongi says, ‘Let me help you.’

Half an hour before your shift ends, Yoongi sends you to the back office.

You’re crouched in a corner, feeling silly, scared, overwhelmed, when you hear the front door open.

He asks Yoongi where you are and clever Yoongi tells him you called in sick today. That he hasn’t seen you since yesterday.

He’s out the store in seconds, wanting to make up your head start.

Yoongi closes up the store like normal then comes to get you.

You’re trying to keep it together, because you don’t want him to regret helping you.

You walk to his car, parked out the back.

The trembling starts the second he starts the engine and pulls out of his space.

You stare out the window, steadying your hands on your knees.

Yoongi, wordlessly, turns up the heat.

You’re still shaking, trying your best to be still, when he pulls over.

This is it.

You put a hand on the door handle, waiting for him to tell you this was a mistake. To get out of his car.

You’re already blurting out your thanks when he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.

It smells clean. It smells like him. As darkness falls and with his jacket over you, you feel the grip of fear start to ease a little.

The doubts start to set in. Was it really that bad? Are you being melodramatic?

Yoongi stops at a diner a few towns down.

You eat quickly.

Yoongi watches you clear your plate.

You stutter through your first few tries at asking him if he thinks you’re making a mistake.

Finally, you ask why he’s helping you.

He doesn’t know any of the details of your relationship. You’ve never told him.

Yoongi’s reply is measured, firm. ‘No one should be this scared.’

You think about his words all the rest of the journey to his sister’s house.

His sister has kind eyes, her husband looks gentle.

You feel so sordid, bedraggled, wrapped in Yoongi’s jacket.

You’re shown to a small, pretty room.

You’re exhausted but it takes a long time for you to come down enough to sleep.

You end up burying your face in Yoongi’s jacket, clutching it to your chest as you let the world and today fall away.

***

In the morning you meet the children in your charge. You’re desperate to make a good impression.

Yoongi takes you to get a new number, some clothes and toiletries.

It’s important to you that he doesn’t regret helping you.

You promise him you’ll do your best. You thank him so many times finally he says, ‘stop.’

He tells you he’s leaving for the city tonight.

He saves his number in your new phone, helps you add your contacts. All except one.

You’re at sum total zero, with nothing to show for the past two years.

You’re terrified, worried, so wound up you can barely breathe.

Before he goes, Yoongi tells you that you don’t have to stay with his sister, that you can do anything you want.

He says he hopes you won’t go back to him.

***

Six months later

You worked in a nursery before you worked in the bookstore, and looking after children comes naturally to you.

You get on well with the family, the kids make sure you’re exhausted at the end of the day.

You sleep well, and eat well, and you almost forget what it’s like to be worried about everything you say.

Yoongi comes for dinner once a month, you get to know him in the context of his family, and you like him.

You hope they all like you too.

You’re slowly, surely, getting your voice back.

So when Yoongi asks one day, if you’d like to visit him in the city, you know exactly what to say.

‘I’d love that,’ you tell him, a glow on your face.

©hamsterclaw 2022