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A fic worth reading.... It's amazing and has the perfect amount of angst with fluff.... So glad to stumble upon this. Would love to read their other writings too

cinnamon bliss ● chapters list

Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.

➬ Subtitle | The long road home to you

➬ Pairings | Kim Seokjin x reader

➬ Genre | Single Father!Jin, Cafe Owner!reader, Unrequited Love!au, Angst, Future Smut

➬ Ratings | PG-13, +18 / M for Mature; appropriate warnings will be applied on each chapter whenever necessary.

➥ Cross post | AO3 | Wattpad

➥ Author’s Note | Originally commissioned by @rm4lyf​ ; I have decided to release this one as a drabble series to present the timeline more appropriately and make the storyline work. 

➥ Status/Total word count | SERIES COMPLETED / 51,010 words

➬ Chapters

⇢ chapter i. chance encounter

⇢ chapter ii. array

⇢ chapter iii. autumn leaves

⇢ chapter iv. mortals

⇢ chapter v. vivacious

⇢ chapter vi. dying embers

⇢ chapter vii. drowning-1

⇢ chapter viii. drowning-2

⇢ chapter ix. sweet melody-1

⇢ chapter x. sweet melody-2

⇢ chapter xi. coming home-1

⇢ chapter xii. coming home-2

➬ Bonus Chapters

⇢ #001 - morning, sunshine!

⇢ #002 - mistletoe kisses

➥ Reference Image | Cafe Setting | Story Mood

➥ Music Companion (link to playlist) | The LOFT - Glass Walls // Katie - Thinking Bout You // JERO - With you // Code Kunst - O (feat. Lee Hi) // Dxvn. - Drowning // Ja¥en x District - dying ember // Angelicca - Your Only One // GATS & Oh Genius - Lost In You // Adrian Daniel​ - Nobody

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This is sooo fucking good!!!!!

Small things, big issues.

⇢ taehyung x vampire!reader

⇢ angst, fluff, smut.

⇢ word count: 11.5k

⇢ summary: who knew a boy who sometimes crochets his own cardigans and has a pout that challenges you everytime it appears would make your slow heart pick up every time he's around? Would make you go out when you feel sick just to protect him from any threats? But who knew that potential threat could be you? even if it was in the name of love. Words get shared and pain occurs because Isn't it crazy how small things can hurt us when it comes from the ones we love? 

⇢ warnings: 18+ the vampires i have created in my head are a bit different than normal ones, blood mentions, cigarettes, the reader smokes once, alcohol is mentioned, taehyung gets sexually harassed and almost assaulted (but it ends really quickly!), which brings us to: violence (y/n kicks ass for good reason!), a bit of tension between y/n and a dancer (txt yeonjun cameo moment), hyunjin of skz is mentioned for like a second lol, i give you the plot to the movie they watch because why not, (it’s not  a real movie so don't worry about spoilers!), slight jealous!taehyung, sub!taehyung, dom!reader, readers spit has a bit of an affect but its not serious, oral(m receiving), handjob, and they're really cute, that's it i think!

Here's a fun little fic I wanted to write and it all started from hearing a song that made me think of a casino and a woman who happens to be a vampire but in a suit walking round only to play a silly game with her friends hehe. I hope you enjoy this! I did enjoy writing it but I admit it may be lacking but nonetheless I hope you enjoy reading it! I'll start writing "human" soon but i just have so many one shot ideas ahh but anywho as always thank you for reading! ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡ reblogs and feedback are always greatly appreciated! <3

The smell of the buffet full of seafood fills the place as much as it did when you first arrived. The sounds of racketing levers being pulled as people hope for a win. While the sounds of bells and an occasional whistle from the slot machines ring loudly followed by a curse or cheer. The lights hang high and bright, especially where the majority are playing poker.

The room you're in is private with lights that are a bit dim. The black walls add to the tense atmosphere of the game. Poker is popular but you and your bunch aren't playing that though. You just simply aren't interested but there is a game you've played since childhood that you enjoy. 

It's a card game that doesn't usually deal with betting nor is it a game many play in here. You can't knock them because it's not a serious game but then again they can knock you, especially when you almost always win. You feel all eyes on you as you put down a card. “Ace.” you say and wait for any objections. You know they like the thrill of playing with you but they also hate playing with you because they don't know. They can’t ever figure you out and they can't tell if you're lying.

You see namjoon look at the card you just placed down and back up at you. You quirk an eyebrow and he decides to smirk thinking he got you. Silly boy, namjoon is good but that's only if he plays with others not you guys. “Bullshit.” he says as if it a matter of fact. You smirk, you lean up and flip the card and there it is, the ace card shining just like the fangs that poke out of your mouth. “I win.” you say leaning back and namjoon groans letting his head hit the table with a thud. 

You laugh at all of the groans in the room. “Oh come on don’t be sore losers.” you tease. “Tonight I swore it was gonna be someone else’s night that's why we all put a good bit of money in.” Jungkook whined. You gasp in faux hurt “you were plotting on me or were you just doubting me?” hoseok laughs, shaking his head. “both or maybe neither, maybe we just had hope today.” you nod at his words happy that despite you guys playing this every other Saturday it hasn't gotten boring for any of you.

“Anyways, run me my money hehe.” you say looking at all of them and Jungkook pushes the money down to your end of the table. You grab it and count $400 and then $20. “Now who put in $20?” you say looking at them all. Yoongi shrugs “I could say it's because I'm broke or because I played it smart, which one makes me sound more appealing?” he says, taking a sip of his whiskey. You laugh at that. “neither.” you say as you slip the money in your bra. “So what's joon’s punishment this time?'' Hoseok asks no one in particular as he cleans up the cards.

You think about it but Jimin thinks faster it seems. “Tomorrow in broad daylight he has to run with a bra on and underwear with a sign that says ‘vampie have my babies’.” you are about to ask him where but he reveals it “around Y/ns place.” at that Namjoon lifts his head. 

“No way plus sunlight hurts me. I can't.” he says, shaking his head. “It doesn't work exactly like that plus joon you're not a vampire.” Yoongi says endeared at the younger. Namjoon glares “still, no way.” he repeats. “Why not joonie?” Jimin asks innocently but we all know he's anything but that. Jimin is sly and this is no different than his usual self. Whether it be because he's a vampire or if it is because he is simply just that way.

”You know why.” Namjoon says in disbelief. See the thing is many creatures mix with each other whether that be in relationships, schools, or neighborhoods. Your neighborhood though is a bit homogenous. One it's a bit of a wealthy neighborhood but there's only two humans who live in your neighborhood and those two humans happen to live together. Also it happens to be Namjoon’s ex and her new girlfriend who also happen to live right beside you.

So you get his dilemma but you have to admit the idea is a bit funny. “Is it because of all the vampires in the neighborhood?” Jimin asks, playing dumb. Namjoon groans “no its because my ex literally lives right by Y/n but the vampires happen to just add to it because why does the sign have to say that? what if they try to make me have their babies?!” Namjoon says getting a shiver causing you to laugh at the man. 

“Joonie science has come far and times have changed but um you don't have to worry about getting pregnant love.” you say and he makes a face like he forgot about that. “So you're going to let him give me this punishment?” everyone nods and you see him look at you last “Y/n?” Namjoon looks at you pleadingly and you stand up and walk to the door “don't worry joonie, i have pretty bras.” you say with a giggle. He whines at your answer “that's not the point!” he says standing up and they all follow behind you.

“Should we let tae and jin know we've finished?” Jungkook asks. “No jin texted me earlier that they'll meet us at the club when they're done.” yoongi answers. “They went to the arcade right?” hoseok asks and yoongi hums. You smile at that, it's cute to you. Cute how you're all friends despite the differences between you all. 

They used to come with you guys but Taehyung and Jin said they don’t like violence and this casino happens to have that every now and then. You feel guilty because it feels like it's partially your fault though everyone tells you it's not. It's a mixed species casino but what mostly resides here is vampires and humans. Sometimes there's tension without drinks but often times when people get drunk anger comes out especially during a game or competition.

It happens everywhere but here it's kind of a place where if you fight the security guards will kick you out and tell you to handle that outside, they don't try to break it up. they didn't like that it happens more than it should and decided to their own things on Saturdays. Taehyung and Jin are more reserved and out of all of you you would consider them angels. 

(plus namjoon but he said “violence is bad and i don't like it but being with you guys is fun plus you'll protect me right yoongs?” that day yoongi told him to shut up but you know it made him happy to be needed, to be wanted.)

You guys walk down to the club you usually go to after playing. It's mostly a human club but they dont mind vampires coming in, it's just they don't come here much. You know they probably don't come here because they don't sell any drinks containing any blood. Animal blood or humans, so not many come here. You don't mind that much though that's not why you come here. You could get blood if you wanted to but having a night out and drinking drinks without it won't hurt.

Walking in you see the usual multi color bright lights turned red. You are shocked to see that you, Jimin, and Yoongi aren't the only vampires here. You notice a lot more than you thought. You guess you stand corrected from your earlier thoughts. “Y/n!!” you hear a familiar voice yell and then arms are around you. She shakes you side to side and you smile. “Hi Lisa, how are you?” you ask when she leans back.

“I’m okay tonight is pretty exciting though did you notice it's not just you guys?” she says looking around you follows her eyes still surprised. “Yeah why is that?” you ask. “The club wanted to broaden their drinks along with the crowd they bring in so they announced on their website and on flyers the new drinks they're trying and I guess it worked!” She says seeming happy about the situation. 

You smile that ever since you've been coming here Lisa has been nothing but the sweetest and welcoming person here. There's a reason why she is one of the most popular dancers here. “That's nice I'm glad they did that but I'm gonna go sit now. Remember if you need me to come get me okay?” you remind her. She smiles “okay okay, go have fun! I'll be safe!” you nod and walk to find where your friends are. Jimin tells the waitress to bring a bottle of crown royal’s blender’s mash and 6 glasses. You guys aren't driving tonight, jin is the DD for tonight. 

~.~

Time passes and you have had a couple drinks but you only feel slightly tipsy. Jungkook and Jimin are currently talking up some girl near the bar. Yoongi and Namjoon are talking about something only they can hear on the dance floor. Sharing smiles and laughs that you can’t hear but it still makes you smile. You decide you want something to chew on so you pull out a tooth pick, you haven't smoked in a while but sometimes the itch is there but you told him you would quit even though it literally does not harm you like it does humans. You told him you would try though so you can't back out of that. 

You see someone walking to you from the side and oh, he's pretty. He looks at you shyly and you see him stop about to back out of talking to you. You smile to yourself but you decide you won't push him, you'll let him come to you on his own. He makes it to you and he doesn't say anything at first so you look up at him from where you sit he looks away at your gaze. You let your eyes explore him, he has on the same fit you saw Lisa wearing.

A black strapless one piece, fishnets, a cute bowtie and the main piece, the black bunny ears. You suppose it's because it's the year of the bunny so it's the theme. You like this club because it lets its dancers freely dress in the outfits they want. so if the men want to wear something the women dancers do they can. It's nice and inclusive in your opinion, letting people have fun in whatever they want. 

You notice he is quite tall with nice thighs. You decide you'll speak to him first, he already did his part by approaching you and you can tell that was hard for him. “Hello bunny.” you say a teasing glint to your voice and he looks back at you. “H..hi.” he says shyly. You smile and you notice him glance to your fangs. “Would you like to sit?” you offer the spot next to you. He nods and sits beside you placing his hands in his lap. “What’s your name?” you ask looking at him. “Yeonjun.” you nod and decide to tease him a bit.

“Not curious about mine?” you ask and he panics “no that’s not it i just..i didn't..I-” you laugh and he looks up at the noise. “I'm just teasing don't worry bunny.” you reassure him. “It's y/n though if you are curious.” you tell him and he nods.

“That's a pretty name.” he says confidently. “Well thank you but I know something that's prettier.” he tilts his head not expecting what you're going to say. “What?” he asks genuinely. “You.” his eyes widen and he looks away but you still see the red that flush on his ears. “Why did you approach me?” It's your turn to be curious. “Um i'm a new dancer and lisa told me that i should meet you so i came over plus...” you wait for him to finish his sentence. “You are v..very pretty so i wanted to talk to you.” he admits and you smile.

He’s so cute you could eat him, literally. “Saying all this while looking away from me?” you taunt lightly. Your friends come back to the booth but pay you both no mind besides jimin whistling which you ignore. If only you looked you would see it's not just you guys, two others are here now. “Look at me, bun.” he turns to you slowly. 

“Want to know a random fact?” you ask and he nods. “Bunnies are prey so they should watch out for things that bite.'' He listens closely. “But you want to know another fact?” he nods and you notice he’s closer, no space between you both. You lean down to his ear. “I bite bunny, shouldn't you be more careful?” you whisper. You notice the shiver that goes down his spine.

You lean back and he's looking up at you with flushed cheeks and big eyes. “Or do you like that bunny? Things that bite?” you ask looking down at his lips. He looks at your lips and backs up at you. “Ye- '' just as yeonjun was about to answer someone clears their throat.

 “Can we go already?” you hear a deep voice say and that makes you look to the side to see that jin and taehyung have been here. A part of you feels guilty like you've been caught doing something you shouldn't  but he told you how he felt. So why should you not have fun but even then that's all this is to you, fun. He however is more than that. 

“Yes can we go because i’ve kissed like three people already and two were not a good kissers and one almost threw up on me and the one who almost threw up on me won't stop looking at me!” Jungkook says and Jin just laughs at the younger. You look up from yeonjun fully to see your two friends. It's funny how Jin and taehyung look so out of place. Both in a simple t-shirt and jeans but taehyung has a knitted cardigan to match the weather. “Who won tonight?” Jin asks and you hear Namjoon groan at the mention of the game. 

“Y/n did like usual.” You smile to yeonjun. “Just a second bunny.” you whisper to him but it must have not been quiet enough as hoseok whistled, he needs to stop hanging around jimin you think.  Yoongi watches taehyung and sees the hurt flashing his eyes at you and this dancer half way in your lap. Yoongi just sighs because there's nothing he can do. Taehyung hurt your feelings but he also knows he didn't mean to.

“I won fair and square.” you state and jin claps at your answer. He goes to say something but taehyung’s deep voice cuts him off. “Can we go already? Aren't we all supposed to spend the night at Jin's place tonight alone, you know just us?” he says the end forcefully. Everyone looks at him skeptical because of his tone but then they see where his eyes are. On you yet your eyes aren't on him, it's on the dancer. “Yeah, let's go! I say we watch a horror movie!" Jimin says a bit drunk. 

They all get up and wait for you to as well. You get up telling yeonjun you have to go to which he nods and you help him stand. You notice it's chilly and take off your blazer. You drape it around him with a smile “Have a nice night but most importantly stay safe and warm bunny.” you say the name with a wink and he smiles bashfully “I will.” you nod and hear your name being called. You rush to where they walked off too.

“Told your bunny boy bye?” Jimin mocks you. “Fuck off plus you literally have worn that same outfit before.” Jimin pushes your shoulder and you keep walking, sniggering to yourself. “I call shotgun!” you hear Jungkook say as he gets in the passenger seat. Soon you all get in the suv and head home. You're sitting by Yoongi and Jimin, coincidentally the three vampires in the far back seat where it gets less light. It makes you almost want to make a teasing comment to the others.

“How are you and taehyung?” You hear yoongi whisper to you and you look back at him as if he's grown an extra head. Taehyung is in the car and he wants to have this conversation here? “What do you mean how are we, there's no ‘we.’ it seems.” you whisper back to him. Yoongi stares at you. “You know he didn't mean it like that. He was probably just shocked that night.” he tries to reason but you don't want to hear it.

“ I don't know how the words '' I can't see myself with someone like you.” followed by “your love, it's scary.” after you confess to someone indicates he didn't mean it like that.” you say and even you hear the tone in your voice, it's not annoyance, it's hurt. “Well yeah that does sound pretty fucked but you know he wouldn't say something like that purposefully like i said he was probably shocked that night i mean we’ve seen you like that, he hasn't.'' Yoongi says looking back to the front with a complaint about him sitting in the middle. 

You think about what yoongi says and he’s right in a way but that doesn't mean what taehyung said to you didnt feel like a slap in the face. Especially because he's the one person whose opinion you care about the most and so to know he saw you for what most humans do hurt. It hurts the heart that is barely alive yet when you're with him it feels like it's brazen with life.

That night was something you don't think about often because you don't care about the couple who you almost killed. Well if you want to be technical they were vampires so they wouldn't have died from a fight but still they broke a boundary and touched something that wasn't theirs and on the tip of your tongue you want to say what is yours.

~.~

(Two weeks prior)

You weren't feeling well tonight and you knew you should have said that. You've been feeling a bit unwell lately in general this past week has been hell. Luckily even in your dark days there's sunshine  that visited you almost everyday that wouldn't hurt you in this state. Showing up in different berets and cardigans that always makes you smile.

You asked him if he crotchets them himself but he told you he does some of them but not all. Taehyung is an angel through and through, even if his baritone voice often makes people misunderstand him on the phone. Yet when they see a man with fluffy hair and a boxy smile show up they see the angel that he is. 

Today is the only day where you have even a bit of energy and that's only because you found a half full bottle of blood. You drank it this morning and realized you need to go back there. You get your blood from the donor store that humans willingly supply to. You just haven't been in a while. You open your phone and wince at the brightness of it but it's not nearly as bright as the picture of you and taehyung that is your home screen.

That day he asked you to go to the park but you told him you couldn't. He went wide-eyed assuming it's because of the sun and he felt so bad you couldn't help but kiss his forehead and tell him that, that  is in fact not why or true. 

You couldn’t go out in the sun, it's not like the books that he reads at night. You couldn't go out that day because you had to go help one of your friends move to their new apartment. The pout he gave you that day was a challenge because you had to fight the urge to kiss it off of him. “But I can go out with you tonight. Would that be good?” you inquire to which he smiles instantly and tells you he’ll be back later and that you guys will still go to the park.

The memory makes you smile until you groan at the headache you have right now. The guys would have understood if you raincheck but you don't like not being there for many reasons. Like missing out on the fun, not getting to see if any of them have gotten better at lying (they never do) but most importantly not being there to protect him. 

Sure yoongi and jimin are there and your human friends can also defend themselves and him but it's different. It's different because you know you'll be able to protect him no matter what the threat is, you're sure of it. So you don't get too done up simply putting on a black long sleeve and jeans and you usually wear heels but you didn't feel like it and something is telling you that tonight just isn't the night for them. 

You pull up to the casino and walk up to the bartender knowing he'd know where the guys were because yoongi usually stops by here before you all play. Before you even make it there he looks up and smiles. “Room F tonight miss y/n. The usual is being cleaned. A fight broke out in it and you know drinks and food were splattered everywhere. And blood but that's not too much of a problem for you.” he decides to joke with you and you usually would have laughed but you can't find it in you to so you just give a smile and thank him.

You get to the room and you can hear the laughter from even outside of the door, is this usually how loud you all are? You open it and they all look towards you. “Y/n!” Jungkook says happily. They must have been waiting for you before starting. “Hi guys.” you say hanging up your jacket. “You look like shit.” Jin says as you sit down. “I bet because I definitely feel it.” you laugh because of course he would say that.

You all get to playing and to their surprise you lose and yoongi wins. “We need her to feel bad more often so we can win.” hoseok says cleaning up the cards. You just flip him off but they know it's not malicious. You're on your way to the club which is your usual after spot. You guys walk since it's right there but there's like fog in your head. You're here but you're not, it's like a really bad headache. 

“Y/n do you want to go home? It's okay if you don't feel well today, we can always go out another time.” you hear a soft voice say and if anyone notices how he said ‘we’ instead of ‘you’ they don't say anything. “No tae love, I'll be fine.” you look up to see his worried expression and you can't help but smile and walk over to ruffle his hair. “I'll be okay dont worry, besides i had the best doctor this week checking on me.” you say and he giggles before puffing up his chest. “I guess you did huh?” you can't help but feel a warmth in your body at his happiness. 

Walking in the club was torture because you did say you were fine but dammit if the music isnt bothering you. Has it always been this loud? Eventually you all do your own thing. You ordered a fruity drink which is something new but you think you might need that. You have to use the bathroom but you look around to make sure they're all okay before going.

You see taehyung with Namjoon and Jimin and decide that everything will be fine. You were wrong and you figure that out when you walk out of the bathroom and go to walk back to your booth only to see namjoon and yoongi but not taehyung. You would have usually thought that everything was fine but something is telling you that it's not. 

They often say our bodies can tell when something bad is about to happen. You walk out to jimin . “Wheres tae?” he looks back at you and shrugs. “Last place that I knew he went was outside, said he needed some fresh air out back.” you nod and go to look for him. You walk out to the back standing area and you find taehyung but he isn't alone. You know how heat can make fog disappear.

Well the fog in your head instantly disintegrates as your blood boils. There's taehyung pushed in the corner near the brick wall with two people around him. A lady and man both vampires you can tell by the way one has a pair of red eyes. Typical but nonetheless a telling sign. Though you don't give a fuck if they were aliens.

You see taehyung with tears in his eyes as the guy towers over him “shh baby, we aren't the bad vampires or bad guys. You look like you want to have some fun and we just want to have some fun too, you like fun?” he says, grazing his teeth on Taehyung's neck. You see him shake his head and that makes the girl laugh. “Does that mean you're boring? Well see if you are.” she says with a sadistic giggle. You watch frozen something keeping you in place that is until you hear a belt buckle being undone.

You walk over pulling the guy off of taehyung and pushing him to the ground “fuck were you saying?” you ask him your tone venomous. “Oh come on do you see him? he'd look really pretty crying don't you think?” he says with a disgusting laugh. 

Red is a color for anger. Red is also a color people tend to associate with vampires. It's ironic how you actually see red as if the color is telling you that the feeling you are feeling is something dangerous. You grab the guy's head and bash it into the ground. He groans but you can't help but feel egged on by that. By now you see people piling back here and hear people around you. What you don't hear is taehyung yelling your name, what you don't see is the fear in his eyes.

“Come on, wouldn't you look so pretty crying?” you say wickedly fangs shining under the yellow street light. As if you were ready to eat a meal, it's dangerous just as much as the glint in your eyes. You get up and let him get up too. He sways a bit and you see him walk away but you decide you're not done with him yet. One last punch and you're done, you'll stop. “Why are you walking away? don't you like fun?” you say throwing his words back at him with a laugh that doesn't even sound like you.

He turns around and you sock him in the eye. “Fuck!” you hear him yell but right as you're about to walk away you feel someone pull your hair to see it's the girl who tried to take advantage of taehyung, your taehyung.

You push her off of you and she punches you hard enough to cause blood. You spit it out a large amount making a splat noise as it hits the ground. She goes to hit you again but you grab her pinning her to the ground with your body you punch her in the mouth as she did you. “Come on don't be boring? right ? shouldn't we see if you're boring?” you say through a gruff voice. 

Taehyung looks at the blood falling from your mouth and the cut near your eyebrow and feels like crying. He is about to pull you off but yoongi and Jimin grab him. “Don't. When vampires fight, the one person who shouldn't get in between is humans. y/n will be fine.'' Yoongi says as if that's supposed to reassure him. Jimin is staring with a straight face as if he's watching a football game. Taehyung is confused, you've never acted like this, you've never looked like this.

“A lot of things have changed about y/n but two things haven't.” Jimin says to no one in particular but he knows taehyung is listening. “She still can kick ass no matter who or what but most importantly she still fights for those she cares about. Those she loves.'' Jimin finishes as he lights a cigarette. Taehyung watches as he takes a puff, passing it to yoongi in silence. 

Taheyung doesn't know why no one is stopping you, why people are cheering, or why Namjoon and them aren't acting more afraid.

You pick up the girl by her hair and walk towards taehyung. “Apologize.” you tell her close to her ear. She doesn't though and you pull her hair tighter. “Apologize!” you yell. “Sorry! I'm sorry! We wont..i wont.. we'll be better!” she cries and you let her go looking down at her. “Pathetic.” you say going to pick up the earring you lost. As you're walking back you see the only people left out here are your friends but that's not what catches your eye.

You see taehyung looking at you with a look you want to describe as fear, sadness, or maybe even disgust. Before you can say anything he turns away from you walking to where you guys sparked. You look at Jimin who smiles at you. “You still got it huh?” he says with the cig in his mouth. You grab it and take a puff before handing it back to him. You need it, especially right now.  “Let's go.” yoongi says walking to where everyone else is in the car. 

The car is quiet but so tense that it's suffocating. “Y/n how do you fight with your hair down? Aren't you supposed to like put it up or do vampires not care?" Jungkook asks innocently. You can't help but smile at the younger but you don’t reply with humor not when you still see the tears shining on someone's cheeks. 

You all get to jins place and sit down in the living room. He goes to get the med kit. Though your wounds have definitely already healed, vampire advantages. You are about to tell him that when he comes back but you see taehyung grab it from him and sit by you. He doesn't  look you in the eye as he applies a cream to your eyebrow. The room is quiet, the guys mostly on their phones. Very unusual from you guys usual night at jins.

Next taehyung takes a wet washcloth and dabs at the blood on your skin. He goes to the center of your top lip when he decides to speak. “Why did you do that?”  he asks, barely a whisper but in the quiet room it feels loud. “Because they were being horrible people and doing something even worse.” you tell him and taehyung feels himself shake his head. “But why did you do that? You could have called security, you shouldn't have done that.” he says now wiping near the corner of your mouth. 

He sounds angry at you but in the most taehyung way possible. “Because I love you.” you answer and he stops dabbing your mouth. He looks up into your eyes and you can't help but smile at him. He doesn't say anything so you continue. “I like you Taehyung. So much that I consider it love. So when you ask me why, that's my answer, because I love you.” you say and he freezes grabbing a bandaid but then he shakes his head putting it down.

He looks back at you, tears threatening to fall. “I can't see myself with someone like that, like this.” he says as his hands point to the blood patched rag. “your love...if it's like this i don't want it, it's scary.” he says with a voice full of fear as if his words are true. 

You are scary and so is your love. The Love you only ever wanted to be soft in the way his hands are, the love you've only ever wanted to be warm in the way he is. Even though he rejects you he looks so pretty being a heartbreaker and your heart in this moment feels broken. You understand him and his words and respect that. Someone as lovely as taehyung shouldn't be with you. It doesn't make sense and you guess he feels the same.

Yet the words “someone like you” ring in your head as you stare back at him. He sees you just like everyone else does and you think that's what hurts the most. Not the rejection but the way he is scared of you at this moment, the way he doesnt see you as y/n. 

You simply nod and stand up walking to the door. You feel the others' eyes follow you and some stay on taehyung. “Jimin, did you drink tonight?” you ask him as you put on your jacket. “Surprisingly no, why?” he asks, already getting up because he knows what you're about to say.

“Can you take me home?” you ask as you walk out the door not waiting to hear his answer.  You were right about two things. One is that you were correct about how tonight wasn't the night for heels. The second one is that there was in fact a threat but who knew the threat would be you? 

~.~

You hear doors open and it brings you back to where you are now. “You coming out? Or were you thinking about bunny boy?” Jimin says through a laugh and you want to hit him just to shut him up. “I think you're just mad because i was about to fuck a pretty boy that wasn't you.” you bite back and he rolls his eyes at that. “You wish.” he says as he helps you out of the car. “Maybe I do.” you say and Jimin pales and it's your turn to push his shoulder.

“Just kidding, now come on you have to pick the horror movie you were talking about.” you say walking up Jin's driveway. “You can't just say things like that! I didn't know if I wanted to throw up or pop a boner!” The laugh you let out is so hearty that it has everyone smiling. It's Been a while since they heard you let out a laugh that fills up a room.

“Are we taking showers or?” Namjoon asks. “If we all took showers it would be daylight before we watch a movie.” Jin says and Joon thinks on what he said and nods. “You’re right but we could just pair up and shower.” he offers up. “Namjoon shut up please.” Yoongi sighs and Namjoon puts his hands up in defeat. “Hey, just saying.” you shake your head going to put on the pajamas you brought by before you guys went out. Jin said tonight you all are supposed to wear a onesie so that's what you brought. “Jin, I'm going to change in your room!” you yell from down the hall.

You get changed and come out to see that the guys are bickering about something. “How come you are one too?  like is it a vampire thing?” Jimin asks who you assume is yoongi. You walk out and then they look at you and jimin glares but jungkook just laughs. “I guess it is a vampire thing.'' Yoongi says, chuckling at something. Once you see what he's talking about you join him.

How stereotypical can you guys be, the three vampires chose bat onesies. The only differences are that yours is black and red, yoongi’s is black and purple, and jimin is brown. You look around to see namjoon is a monkey, hoseok is a turtle, jin is a panda, jungkook is a hamster, and taehyung is a cat. His is a white onesie that looks soft and the ears are a bit floppy that you would think it's a dog or bunny. 

“Okay so what's the movie you were talking about jimin?” hoseok asks him as he scrolls through the movies.  “Okay so there's two I was thinking of, the conjuring or the ring. Which one do you guys want?” everyone says the ring besides taehyung who votes the conjuring. “What about you y/n?” you see taehyung staring at you.

You know why taehyung didn't vote for the ring. He often told you things like that scare him the most because “what if it's true? Even if it's a movie, what if since I watched it, it happens?” he said to you one time. Such a childlike thing to believe in but so cute that all you could do was tell him that you'd protect him from whatever scares him or tries to hurt him. 

Who knew that doing exactly that is what cost you your closeness to him. you decide you'll answer honestly but not pick one. “We can watch whatever but i haven't watched the ring before.” you say taking some popcorn which results in you getting a slap on the hand form jin. He told you that it's for when the movie starts but you still go for seconds. “The ring it is, sorry taehyung.” hoseok says, clicking the movie.

~.~

In the middle of the movie you got bored and looking around you can tell you're not the only one. Even Jimin, the one who picked the movie, got bored of it but no one is saying anything. “This is boring.” Jungkook whines laying back against the carpet dramatically. You laugh because leave it up to him to be honest. “Thank god someone finally said it.'' Jimin says grabbing the remote to look up something.

“What are you doing?” hoseok asks him. By the smirk on Jimin's lips you know he's up to no good. “There's This new movie that came out, well it's not too new but it's a romance movie with a vampire and human. Loads of love but also loads of sex.” he says and you roll your eyes at that, of course he would want to watch it.

“That's why you want to watch it isn't it?” Jin asks in skepticism. “Maybe but not really I heard the plot was really good and the sex but whatever the part that got me was that it's a female vampire and a male human. I won't tell you much but they dont make alot of movies like that.” jimin says typing the title in.

That piqued your interest because he's right there aren't many women that are vampires in these kinds of movies. Jimin glances at you “knowing y/n she might get too excited at this movie maybe we should pick another.” Jimin says singling you out. If you could fully blush you know it'd show. “Just play the damn movie” you say clearly embarrassed. He laughs in a way that sounds like crackle while pressing play.

~.~

You have to admit the plot is very good like Jimin said. 

It's where the woman has tried to live a good life. She helped those who needed it and killed those who deserved it. She isn't a good guy nor is she a bad guy because life isn't always so black and white. When the village she has lived in all her life one day finds out about her killings they shun her out but felt like that wasn't enough they forced her out of the village with violence and she never fought back.

She left that night without any of her things because why would she take things given to her by the people who are currently wishing her to be gone. Years passed and the good life she tried to live soon fell. She didn't go out of her way to help others but that doesn't mean she went out of her way to be evil to them either. 

The town near her is bigger than the one she lived in when she was younger. She doesn't exactly live in it, she lives around it though. a house hidden by trees but visible enough to know someone lives back there. She gets a call from the royal family of this town which surprises her. She arrived at the castle but did not bow, she knew of the king. Knew of the things he does to those around him, the bruises he put on his wife's skin and the torture he put his kids through.

Speaking of which one of the older sons that were around her age caught her eye but she wasn't here for that, she knew none of these people saw her as a life that mattered. Getting to the good part she was in charge of guarding the son in the daytime. 

The one who caught her eye, they began a friendship and grew to adore one another. They often had sex after becoming romantically involved. which you have to admit the sex scenes were so romantic and good like the one where she comforts him with a kiss that turns into her riding him as he's bound to the bed.

The scene that got all of your attention even jungkook who objected to a love movie. Was the scene where the man lets her feed off of him sucking at his neck causing him to cum just from that. It's a simple thing and quite stereotypical but in truth it is something many vampires like to think about, including you. 

Anyways one day he came to her in the middle of the night when a storm was happening banging on her door crying. When she opened the door she saw him with a bruised eye along with his cheek. He was holding his other arm as if it was in pain. That night he told her of the king's abuse and how he got his son, who was his older brother to fight him along with his older sister. Alone is how the boy said he felt claiming his father thought less of him because he wasn't a man in his eyes.

In other words the woman took matters into her own hands, you can guess how it went. The next day news broke out but no one's eyes lingered on her but his. He looked at her like everyone tends to like a monster and not for her. That night he left her alone like she was before him. Saying mean things to her that made the woman cry but the rain hid her sobs. The woman felt so hurt that she once again left a home that was once a place she desired to reside in but like every home she tends to grow fondness for it abandons her in the same way she has to abandon it. 

~.~

The movie ends and a quiet air hangs over you all. You look around and notice hoseok, jin, and jungkook are crying while namjoon fell asleep. You notice jimin and yoongi have expressions as if they feel for the woman. You though? you feel like the woman, and maybe that's why the sex scenes couldn't even make you that excited. As you notice everyone's expression you see one that surprises you. It's because this one looks in pain and it's looking at you. You want to stare but you can't because you don't know what he's thinking of so you look away. “So much for good sex scenes when the angst outweighs that.” you say accusatory to jimin. 

He looks at you wide eyed “how was i supposed to know? I just heard it was a good plot, not heartbreaking with no happy ending!” he says defensively. You point a finger at him “there better be a part two.” you say standing up. Yoongi is looking at you and you avoid his gaze because you know he knows. This movie hit something within you. A nerve, a heartstring, maybe even a vocal cord with how you're at a loss of words.

“Who's sleeping where?” hoseok asks. “Count on one two three.” Jungkook says turning it into a game. He counts and shouts are heard “i'll sleep with jungkook!” “I'll sleep on the couch!” Jimin groans at Jungkook's answer because now he has to sleep on the couch. 

“the guest room!” hoseok says. “I'll stay here with joon!” yoongi shouts. “Jin's room!” “Jin's room!” “my room! My room?!” Jin says at the end as he looks at you and taehyung who shouted the same thing. You look at him to find him staring at you. “You can take it, I'll sleep with hobi.” you say going to pick up the blanket you brought in here. “No it's okay I'll sleep with hobi.” taehyung replies and you look at him. You want to argue but you know it wont do anything and you know it will make him look at you worse than he may already.

“You sure?” he nods and you do the same. “Goodnight guys!” you yell walking to jins room. “Is no one going to answer me, my room?! Shouldn't I sleep in my room?” you stifle a giggle at his words. 

~.~

Surprisingly you fall asleep quickly, you blame it on the few drinks and exhaustion. You just happen to wake up when you hear the door open. You don't open your eyes, not feeling like it. “What do you want?” you ask your voice groggy and deeper evidence of the sleep you just got woken up from. You feel someone get under the covers, now that confuses you. You turn on the lamp before turning over to see who it is. You see pretty brown eyes looking at you, his hair in his messy as if he'd been tossing and turning.

You don't say anything but you quirk an eyebrow at him. A silent question which he answers shyly. “Got scared from the movie.” you don't ask him which one, just nod. “That doesn't explain why you're here.” you say gently because you are confused but you'd never be anything but gentle with him. He wraps his arms around your neck “because you'll protect me, right?” he says quietly as if he doesn't want anyone but you to hear him.

“Are you mocking me tae love?” his eyes go wide at the accusation but you have to know if you're being made fun of. He shakes his head sincerely. “No, I would never. Just wanted to feel protected and safe.” he says panic in his voice. You stare at him for a second. “And I make you feel that way?” you ask to which he nods. “Always do.” he says, tightening his arms around you. “I like you y/n, so much I think it might be love and I get sad when i see you with people who aren't me especially when people are here.” he says putting his face in your neck.

You realize he's talking about the dancer from the club. “Are you telling me you feel the same?” he nods but you want to hear him say it. “Look at me and tell me you like me.” you say and you feel him about to shake his head but he must decide against it. He leans back slowly and looks you in the eye. “I love you y/n. I think I have ever since we met.” you smile at his honesty. “You've loved me for two years?” you tease and he whines at your words. 

“Maybe not love at first but i've always liked you lots.” you hum, petting his hair back. “Is that why when I give you forehead kisses you would linger as if you wanted more?” you ask a playful grin on your lips to which he hides his face back in your neck. “Stop teasing me.” he whines and you can't help but laugh at his shyness. “You're so cute I might eat you.” you feel him freeze and realize that you might have ruined the mood.

Taehyung confessed but that doesn't mean he doesn’t still find you scary. “Sorry i did-” “maybe i want that, to be eaten by you.” he says in such a quiet whisper you almost wouldn't think he said anything at all but the way his lips move against your neck let you know he in fact said something. “Tae love, don't say things like that.” it's your turn to whine a bit. It's crazy how simple words can make you this excited. “Why not?” he asks, leaning back to look at you through his lashes.

“Because I'm weak to pretty boys that say pretty words.” you admit honestly. “Do you think that way about all pretty boys?” he asks and you shake your head. Holding his chin to look up at you. “Only one pretty boy can make me weak with just a smile, only one pretty boy can make me happy and only one pretty boy can make me feel this breathless.” you say to him and you see his eyes hazing over.

“You know who that pretty boy is? Who my pretty angel is?” you ask, seeing his eyes scanning down to your lips but staying there wanting to hear what you're going to say next. He shakes his head, wanting you to continue. “You, my love.'' Taehyung looks back up at you, cheeks flushed and breath coming out in pants. He's so worked up and you've barely talked or touched him, so cute. “Please.” deep voice pleading with you. “I can't give you what you want without knowing what is baby.” you encourage him.

“Wanna kiss.” he says, getting closer as if he's not as close as he can get. Anymore closer you'll both become one. “You do?” you ask gently. “Mmm.” he hums and you smile, deciding you don't want to tease him more than necessary tonight. You lean in and kiss his lips gently, your slow beating heart picking up at the softness of his lips. At the warmth that comes from him fills your body just from a simple kiss.

These lips hold the pout you always want to kiss off and here you are connecting them with your own. The kiss burns in the way snow can burn your hands if you hold it for too long but this burn is nice. This burn feels addicting like you don't want it to end. You feel taehyung lick your lip and you open your mouth for him letting your tongues dance to a rush in both your veins that only they understand. 

You feel him pull back, taking a breath. “It's true,” he says breathlessly. You tilt your head in confusion. “Vampires spit gets you aroused faster.” he says and you giggle at him. Leave it to your cute nerd to give you a random fact in the middle of kissing. “It is true, yes.” he nods, catching his breath. “Are you aroused?” you ask, licking at his neck up to his ear. “Y..yes.” he says leaning to the side trying to expose more of himself to you. “Is there more you want to do angel?” you whisper in his ear and suck on his lobe.

“Want you to touch me” he says faintly. You let your hand drag down his fluffy onesie until you stop right above where he wants. You know he wants you to touch him there but a sadistic part of you wants to hear him beg for it. You lazily play with material at his stomach while sucking down his neck. “Please y/n, please touch me!” he begs and you smile to yourself. He's so good for you and you didn't even have to ask.

“You want me to touch you here?” you say cupping him through the fluffy material as you grazing your teeth on his neck near his pulse point. Taehyung gasps at the feeling. “Yes please.” he moans a bit loudly and you know you'll have to apologize to the others tomorrow but can’t find it in you to care right now. 

You pull away and take your hands away which earns you the neediest whine you've heard. You feel yourself getting wet simply just from his reactions. “Lay down for me angel, I'm gonna make you feel good, don't you want that baby?” he nods moving to lay down. “Want it s’bad.” he says looking up at you from where he lays. “Can you unzip this for me angel?” you ask him as you flick the zipper of the cat onesie.

He shakes his head “Want you to do it.” instead of telling him to do it you do as he said. Sue you for being weak for his puppy eyes. You unzip it and once it's off you throw it to the side. You look down and have to pause at the view. The glow of the lamp light illuminates his golden skin, his fluffy hair with light curls lay in his face but most importantly the hand he keeps at his mouth as he looks up at you through his lashes makes him look so angelic in contrast to the situation at hand. That is what makes you audibly groan and look away.

You finally understand the anime’s, they aren't exaggerating because if you could get a nose bleed from this you probably would. The sound makes him giggle causing you to look back at him. “You laughing at me?” you say leaning over him but he knows it's all in light fun by the way you smirk down at him. “Yeah who knew you were so obsessed with me?” he says trying to tease you and you smirk. 

“I'm obsessed but who came in here cuddling up to me and is now under me with this..” you say looking down to where his cock strains against his boxers, the light blue having a dark patch on it from where he leaks pre-cum. You hear his breath hitch as you take them off. Sliding them down letting his cock hit his stomach, the sight makes your mouth water. Once they're off, you stare at him in all his glory. “So pretty angel.” you whisper as you stare down at the skin shown.

Taehyung follows your line of sight and feels himself heat up at your eyes being focused there. He tries to put his hands there but you swat them away gently. “Ah ah let me see you baby.” you say sternly. Taehyung hides his face instead. He feels you grab his cock giving it a few strokes which has him biting his lips. “You want my mouth or hand baby?” you ask and he peeks through his hand “want you?” he says. It was meant to sound more like plead but it sounds more like a question which you can't help but laugh at him.

“Not tonight angel.” you say charmed by him. “Mouth please.” you smile at his words. “Such a good boy, so polite.” you praise and he feels himself preen at it. He feels you shift down the bed and looks down to see you face to face with his cock. He watches you give it a few kisses, starting at the tip going down to the base. You look up at him as you kiss your way back up to his tip. You maintain eye contact as you take him in your mouth and taehyung whines so loud at the feeling.

It's not as warm as other girls he's been with but it's the fact it's you doing this to him. The fact that you're sucking him off and your mouth is so soft. This feels like a dream, getting to have you like this. 

You take him as far as you can and swallow trying to make him feel good and his reaction tells you you've done just that. Eyebrows furrowed and mouth open letting out sinful noises you've only dreamed of. You speed up your ministrations, going up and down. You bring your hand that's not holding him to cup his balls. You massage them as you continue making him feel nice. taehyung shakes his head, the pleasure being too much yet not enough. pretty moans leaving his lips no matter how much he tries to stop them.

You feel him twitch in your mouth and you want to watch him cum, see him come undone from simply your hand. You lift up with a ‘pop’ and the noise makes taehyung feel embarrassed. “Feeling good angel?” you ask but you know the answer if the way his moans bounce off the walls tell you anything. “Yes, yes! So good!” he says softly bucking up into your hand that's still pumping him . “Yeah? Whose pretty angel are you, baby?” you want to hear him say it, say he's yours.

“Yours! Your pretty angel, only yours.” he moans as you speed up your hand. “That's right angel, all mine. Only mine.” you say darkly. You lean down kissing him and taehyung doesn't know if it's your spit or how dirty it is tasting himself from your lips that's making his mind feel fuzzy. You lean back slightly looking at him and taehyung opens his eyes, staring up into yours. His  eyebrows furrowed and eyes slightly teary. “Gonna cum.” he whispers, a soft moan escaping his throat, proving his words to be true. “Yeah? Gonna make a mess on my hand?” he nods breath picking up. 

“My angel has no shame does he? Being loud letting everyone know what he's doing, you don't care though do you baby? you like when i let everyone know you're mine don't you?” he can't help but mewl at your words. “Y..yes oh y/n.” he says looking down to where you twist your hand on his cock then back up at you. You move down to kiss at his neck, nipping at his pulse point feeling it beating. That seems to be what it does for him. “Gonna cum, gonna cum, yes! y/n!” he says, hips bucking into your hand sloppily making you giggle.

You watch as his cum shoots over your hand. Some landing on his stomach. You pump him through his orgasm till he's whining from overstimulation. You take your hand away and look up at him to find his eyes already on you. You both just stare before taehyung breaks out in a fit of giggles and you find yourself doing the same. You kiss his forehead. “Did so good for me baby, i'll be back.” luckily jin has an en suite bathroom so you walk in and get a rag damping it in warm water quickly. You come back and sit down beside him, wiping him down softly not wanting to be too rough.

Plus you like this, taking care of him, gently treating him in the way you think he deserves soft and attentive. You feel his eyes on you as you do this but you don't look back at him. “Look at me.” he says. His deep voice making you smile after his moans happened to be a bit higher but nothing too out of his range. You do as he says and you see him still having that same warm smile on his lips. “I love you.'' His voice signals that he's telling the truth but what mostly tells it is the look in his eyes as if you're the only person to exist .

As if you're the snow he wishes to fall even on the coldest days. “I love you.” you say back to him and he giggles. “I know i mean look at how you're looking at me.” he says picking up the cover and turning away from you but you pinch his butt before he covers it. “Ow!” he says glaring at you. 

You get up to walk back to where you were sleeping before. Taehyung lifts up the cover for you and you get in. you’re about to turn the lamp off but he makes a noise of protest. “I'll be in here so nothings gonna get you.” you tell him softly but he shakes his head protesting. “I know but I want to see you plus I sleep with a light on at home. you know that or did you forget when you had that guy over at your house?” he says pouting and you're confused. “What guy?” you ask and taehyung realizes what he's just said.

“Nothing, it's nothing.'' He's about to try to turn over but you hold him in place with an arm around his waist. “No no, tell me what you're talking about.” but he just hides in your neck. “Angel, tell me what you're talking about.” you say sternly but so gentle. Gentle, you're so gentle with him that taehyung can't help but tell you. “You know how we didn't talk much since that day of the fight?” you feel yourself freeze at the mention, you don't regret what you did but you regret doing it in front of taehyung. Your gentle boy, your angel. You hum in acknowledgment.

“And you know how you still tried to contact me after that day but i just didn't answer, or how we didn't have the same closeness or the car show and all of  those things that i'm sorry about. Looking back it seems childish of me.” you remember the countless texts left on read or delivered and remember when you all hung out how he only talked to you if you spoke to him and even then it felt distant.

The first sign you knew something was bothering him was when you asked him to go to the park one day and he said that he didn't feel well only to then see on yoongi's story that taehyung was out at the party he told you he didn't want to go to the week before. You told him you wouldn't go either yet there he was and he lied to you.

Then the biggest sign he was upset was when you guys all went to car show because hoseok wanted to go and some girl was hitting on taehyung while being a bit too handsy but instead of going to you to help him, he went to jimin and the look he gave you that day was one you couldn't read well. You felt as if you read it well enough to know that he didn't want you to protect him anymore because you were scary. 

Though apparently you might be wrong as you hear him sigh. “It really is nothing now that i think about it but it hurt me a lot and made me think that you lied to me that night and that you didn't like me, didnt love me.” you sit up at this because what could have made him feel like that? “About four days after that night at the club I went to your apartment because I wanted to talk and most importantly apologize and tell you that I felt the same as you.” you don't respond letting him continue.

“But when i knocked it wasn't you who answered it, it was hyunjin from my art class. i mean i've never talked to him and he probably doesn't know me so i know he doesn't owe anything to me but i felt like you did.” he says sadness lacing his tone. 

He continues. “ He had your shirt on with no pants along with hickies and what looked like a bite mark. I heard you ask him if it's the delivery guy and he asked me if I was and in that moment I felt like I was pushed out of your world or like I was forgotten. It made my heart hurt and my chest burn but what made me leave that day wasn't that question it was what you said to him.” you feel yourself frown at all of this because you didn't even know taehyung came by that day or that he even felt the same, you just hoped he did.

“You said, ‘Come on baby, we need to do this together.’ and for some reason that whole sentence made me feel like i couldn't breathe. Isn't it crazy how small things can hurt us when it comes from the ones we love?” he finishes as if recalling the memory still affects him. silence hangs in the air and taehyung feels himself getting scared that he might have ruined what he had going with you, that maybe he said the wrong thing but suddenly he feels you scoot back down in the bed and hug him.

“You could never be pushed out of my world angel, no matter who or what comes in it.” you lean back and for the first time taehyung sees your eyes glassy. “I hate that you had to feel that way, especially alone. If you would have told me we could have talked about it. Hyunjin is a friend of mine love, nothing more. We did sleep together that day but that's all it was.” taehyung feels himself sink at those words because what if that's all he was? 

“Am I just that?” He asks quietly as if he's scared that if he speaks too loud your answer will be louder and shake his ribs till they break just like his heart would. “Never. Never have and never will be.” you say grabbing his face and taehyung knows it's stupid to cry at this but hearing his worries be washed away with your words that are said so firmly makes him emotional, makes him happy. 

You both lay back and talk for a while before you feel taehyung move to lay his head on your chest. “Oh my god.” you say breaking the silence and taehyung lifts up alarmed. “We basically fucked in Jin’s bed, oh my god.” you say in terror. Taehyung laughs and lays back down. “He'll be fine, it's okay.” he says like it's nothing.

“No it's not he's gonna kill us.” you say with a light guilt but taehyung just giggles at you because why are you so worried. “Were we that loud you think he'd notice?” he asks and you have to stop yourself from reminding him that his moans were in fact very loud so you opt for just a simple yes. You don't get a response and you realize he's fallen asleep. Jin is definitely going to kill you both.

~.~

That next morning you and taehyung wake up with limbs tangled. You help him put on his onesie cause he can't go out naked. You both walk in the kitchen to which you see eyes land on and you close your eyes knowing what's about to come. A whistle breaks through the room and you sigh, you just know it's jimin. “The vampire romance movie must have got you both worked up huh?” he says with a clap. “Fuck off.” you say walking to get some coffee that yoongi is making.

“You did it in a onesie?'' Yoongi asks you as he passes you the sugar. You look down and want to actually crawl in a hole. “I  didn’t even realize.” you say embarrassed and he just pats your back. You're mixing your sugar in when you hear Jin talk. “What do you mean the movie got them worked up?” he asks jimin but when no one answers he looks at you and taehyung. You look normal but taehyung looks a bit rough. His onesie zipper is halfway done and his neck has a few light marks and then it clicks.

“No way!” Jin says in disbelief at what he just figured out. “You two did not have sex on my bed!” Everyone laughs and you have to stop yourself from smiling because you truly didn't even think about where you were at the time, just who was around. “I mean you're right we didn't have sex.” you say taking a sip of your coffee. “But you did something! that's like half way fucking on my bed!” he says and yoongi laughs at the older’s exasperation.

Poor taehyung is hiding his face as he lays his head on the table. you almost want to tease him at how last night he wasn't worried yet here he is embarrassed. “Wait, what vampire romance movie?” Namjoon asks and everyone groans. “what ? am i not allowed to be confused because i am but if taehyung and y/n are happy then that's good but what about me and my curiosity? Doesn't that matter?” Namjoon asks, hand moving to prove his point.

You just walk by and ruffle his hair. “Ask yoongi joonie, he liked the movie a lot.” you wink at yoongi and walk away to the living room. Yoongi’s eyes go wide if they want to tease you, you can tease them especially because yoongi is shy he won't go for it. “Yoongi what movie? Can we watch it together?” you hear namjoon ask. “Absolutely not.”

This is one of the most beautiful story I've ever read... I've always been fascinated in arranged marriage trope and this definitely did not disappoint me at all. The chapters are sooo beautifully written, the writer is really talented. Everybody needs to read this series <33

The Light of Dead Stars (Series Masterlist) | KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x (f.) Reader; side Seokjin x (f.) OC; side Reader x Namjoon

Genre/Tags: arranged marriage, fake romance, boss/workmate aus; angst, drama, fluff, smut; slow burn

Series Warnings: past toxic relationships (emotional/psychological abuse, cheating); “approved” extra-marital relationship (Jin and OC are in an unconventional arranged marriage & this is not an infidelity au but if the perception of it between the MCs is triggering, please skip this one!); foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption; mentions of injury and non-serious sickness; fighting, tears, and drama; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)

Word count: 150k

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Status: Complete

Series summary: Your unconventional arranged marriage with your company’s President, Kim Seokjin, is necessary, practical, and simple - both your families benefit, and he minds his own business and so do you. But when a slip-up causes his parents to believe that you and he are in love, you have no choice but to pretend you are, especially with the trip to France for his brother’s wedding coming up. When you get back to Seoul, things start to change, and Seokjin is faced with the most difficult decision he has to make.

A/N: I came across Dead Stars by Paz Marquez Benitez again recently (a 1925 short story written in English and a classic in Philippine literature), and I was reminded of how I’ve always wanted to capture a fraction of the essence of that story ever since I read it in high school. But I sort of flipped it on its head and came up with this! My hand also slipped so lots of things happen. And given that I finished watching Business Proposal before I started writing and since I have no knowledge of the food production industry or the corporate world in general, several terms and elements were taken from that show (but it’s a completely different story). So please, don’t mind the inaccuracies! Jin has also been a menace 😈 recently so this was incredibly fun and satisfying to write. I hope you enjoy! 🥰🥰

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Even Though

Pairing: Hoseok x reader

Genre: friends/FWB(?)-to-lovers, smut

Summary: Hoseok comes running every time you call, even though he knows you don't want the same things. Unless, of course... you do?

Word count: 7.4k

Content: alcohol consumption/drunkenness, oral sex (m. and f. receiving inc. deepthroat and face-sitting), unprotected sex

A/N: It's almost Hobi's birthday, so have a repost because I won't be writing a new fic for it lmaooooo! This one has had a bit of an edit and I think is much improved for it tbh; I was always quite fond of this one (esp for having written it in one sitting between midnight at 2:30am lmao) but I've added a few bits and changed the ending so it feels a little more ~realistic I guess. I've also (I hope) knocked out the bajillion typos that I had left in it before whoops! anyway, enjoy!

* * *

You turned, huddled into a corner of the club, carefully cradling your phone against your cheek as if that would, in any way, block out the noise. The voice at the other end was quiet, groggy.

“Hello?” 

“Hoseok?!” you shouted into your phone. “Hoseokieeee! Can you hear me?”

“y/n? Are you ok?”

“No! I miss you! I miss you so much! I wish you were here; no one else is any fun. Can you come out, please? Come out and playyyyy.” 

You swayed on your feet and had to brace yourself against the wall with one hand, staring pointedly at a chip in the paint, studiously focusing on it, trying to get it to stop swimming in front of you, doubling and twisting before your eyes. 

“y/n, I was sleeping-”

“No! No sleeping! Come and play with me, Hoseok; I want to play.”

“How drunk are you?”

“Hardly,” you said with a snort, almost tripping over your own feet. “I’m basically fine, actually. I don’t even really feel drunk anymore.”

“Are you with people? Who are you out with?”

“I’m at work!”

“No, who are you out with?”

“Work! I’m at work with club at the people.”

“You’re at a club with people from work.”

“That’s what I said. But I don’t care about them... I just want you. I miss you. I want you. Please come out. Please, pretty please a thousand times.”

“Is someone looking after you?”

“Noooo. No one looks after me like you do. You’re the only one. You’re my favourite. Of all everyone, you’re my best one.”

You didn’t hear him sigh, didn’t see him rub his face with his free hand, staring up at the ceiling, facing off with the inevitable. He would come and get you. Of course, he would. That’s what he did. He’d come and get you and take you home and tuck you up in bed and leave water and painkillers on your bedside table and you’d tell him how much you love him and how much you miss him and you’d list everything you like about him and then you’d pass out and wake up in the morning and say you couldn’t remember what you said the night before. The texts would be right there in your phone but no one would mention them. Hoseok didn’t know if your amnesia was real or feigned but it didn’t really matter either way. 

He knew this is what would happen, and he knew that it would slice through his heart like a knife, but he agreed to come and pick you up anyway. Like always.

* * *

“Hoseok-y! Ho-socky and mittens! My yang-mal and jang-gab-yyy. You came!” 

You stumbled over to his car and made grabby motions at him through the open window. He got out and walked to the passenger side, opening the door for you and helping you in. You grabbed at his jumper and pulled his face close to yours. You sprinkled kisses all over his face as he tried to extricate himself from your clutches and return to the driver’s side. 

“-ease please please please please,” you were saying as he sat down, shut the door, and buckled his seatbelt.

“Hm? What do you want?”

“I want to kiss you, please!”

You took his hand in yours and kissed the back of it with a loud, noisy smack.

“Not while I’m driving.” 

“Plleeeeaaassse,” you insisted, leaning in as close to him as you can. “If I ask really, really nicely?”

“Not while I’m driving, ok? It’s dangerous.”

You groaned, frustrated, and threw your hands in the air. The world whipping by so quickly outside made you feel dizzy and then, suddenly, tired. The kind of drunken tiredness that was like an unexpectedly strong wave that knocks you into the sea, pulls you under. If you didn’t lie down now, immediately, you thought you would pass out. So you fumbled down the side of the seat for the lever to adjust the angle and flew back with an anguished wail when it tipped all the way backwards. 

“Are you ok?” Hoseok asked, eyes flicking briefly in your direction before returning to the road.

You were kicking your feet in the air, pressing your shoes against the roof of the car. 

“Hey, don’t do that,” he said softly, tapping your leg gently, encouraging them down.

Hoseok was just glad you weren’t trying to kiss him anymore. 

* * *

“Daisy, daisy, give me your answer, dooo,” you sang, with little consideration for your neighbours, as Hoseok half-carried you to your front door. “I’m half-crazy all for the love of you!” 

He carefully propped you up as he unlocked your door and helped you inside. As he shut the door, you took his face in your hands and continued.

“It won’t be a styyyyylish marriage! I can’t afford a carriage-”

A squeak interrupted your song as he lifted you, carrying you to your bed.

“But you’d look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle made for two! 

“Have we ever gone bicycling, Seoky? Can I ride a bike? I think so... I don’t own one, though, but we can rent them, right?”

You blathered on as he took off your socks and pulled the clips out of your hair and hung up your jacket.

“Come here, please!” you called for him as he brought you a stack of reusable cotton pads and your make-up remover. You took both from him and chucked them on the bed, then pulled him down next to you.

“I love you,” you cooed, rubbing your nose against his. “I love you I love you I love you.” 

You flopped back, head against the pillow, and dragged him with you. 

“I think you are the most best, probab- Stop it! Stop it!” You swatted at his hands as he tried to wipe your make-up off for you. “I don’t want you to do that. I want you to kiss me, please.” 

He turned his head as you reached for him and you kissed his cheek and his temple and his brow bone. 

“Hoseok-y, why don’t you want to kiss me?” You were whiny and pouting and your big, shining eyes were boring into him.

“You’re drunk, love.”

“No, I’m not!”

“Yes, you are.”

“But I still want to kiss you!”

He gently, but firmly, took your hands from his face and held them by your side. 

“If you want to kiss me that badly, you can wait eight hours and kiss m-”

“Eight hours?! No, I can’t wait eight hours! I can’t wait even eight whole seconds!” 

He wished more than anything that you weren’t drunk. He wished that you would be sober, sober and still this keen, still this loving. He knew wishes didn’t come true. 

You sighed, growling at the end, frustrated and pouting and pretending to be angry. But you did, at least, stop trying to kiss him.

“I just love you, that’s all,” you said, as he lay down next to you.

You turned on your side and pressed your finger against his bottom lip, flipping it up and down. 

“My name’s Hoseok,” you said, as if he were your ventriloquist dummy. “And I’m so pretty and I’m so smart and I’m so kind and I’m the best person in the world but I won’t let my girlfriend kiss m-”

Girlfriend. There was that word again. You wouldn’t dare utter it sober, and nor would he. He distinctly remembered the time he tried to get you to agree to a ‘date’ and how badly that went, so he wouldn’t dream of even thinking that word in your presence. But this wasn’t the first time you’d drunkenly referred to yourself as his girlfriend. Which was what made this all the more difficult for him. Somewhere, in whatever walled-off section of your mind (and heart), you were his; you were his girlfriend and you loved him and you were willing to let him love you. And the key to this little cage was, apparently, copious amounts of alcohol. So, you went out and you drank too much and you called him up and he came running because he loved that you need him, loved that he was the one you called even in the middle of the night. And you called yourself his girlfriend and he pretended for five minutes that it might really happen. 

“Just go to sleep, ok?” he said softly, tucking your hair behind your ear, pulling the covers up over you. 

“Not if you’re going to leave me.”

“No, I’ll stay. I’ll stay here.”

“Good.” 

You waited for him to lie down and then flung your limbs over him, holding him close to you, fisting his T-shirt. He kissed the top of your head and waited for you to pass out. 

* * *

You woke, in the morning (later that same morning), thick-headed and dry-mouthed. You chugged the glass of water Hoseok left on your bedside table, finishing it before you could reach for the painkillers, which you opted to dry-swallow and then immediately regretted doing. You unlocked your phone and grimaced as you noticed the time: it was 7am, which meant you’d been asleep for all of three hours. You felt ghastly but, somehow, also wide awake. You scrolled through your phone, looking through your fingers at the messages you sent last night. There were so many. 

You: Hoseeereeokkkkjjyyyy.

You: are ayou sleep?

You: I msiss you so mchu. I wish you wer hreeeeee. 

You: if u coome, I wlll love youf roever. 

You felt movement from the other side of the bed and rolled over, away from the embarrassment of your phone, to see Hoseok standing up. You watched him as he put his phone in his pocket, ran a hand through his hair once, twice, then turned around.

“Oh, you’re awake.” 

“Catching you in the disappearing act this time.” 

You sounded annoyed, but you weren’t really sure why. Just hungover. Probably.

He smiled and you wondered why he looked so shy. He was usually gone before you woke up, at least these days. Maybe he actually was embarrassed to be caught running out on you. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

You shrugged. 

“Like I drank an entire bar and then had three hours’ sleep.” 

“You should sleep it off; it’s still early.” 

You didn’t know what compelled you to ask, didn’t know why now was the time, but you didn’t have the capacity to filter your thoughts from your mouth.

“What’s the point of you staying if you always run off so early?” 

He blinked, taken aback. He replied slowly, hesitantly, almost reluctantly.

“You don’t like it when I overstay my welcome.” 

It was such a specific turn of phrase, you could hear a bell ringing distantly in your brain, as if you’d had this conversation before – though, if you had, you didn’t remember having it. 

“You don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn, though, just to get away from me. You can sleep in; you were also up at 4am so I’m hardly going to kick you out at 7.”

You thought he looked as if he was biting something back; his face was heavy with all the things he wasn't saying and you felt frustration settling on you, slowly taking the reins. 

“I don’t know why you bother, to be honest,” you told him, your lack of sleep and excess of booze making you sound meaner than you really intended. “Why get up, pick me up, take care of me and then just disappear? What’s in it for you if you don’t even stay for breakfast?”

“Well, it’s the only time you’re ever really nice to me, so...”

It hit you like a slap in the face.

“What?”

“What?” he threw back. 

“What do you mean it’s the only time I’m ever nice to you?”

“You and I both know what I mean. Take a look at your phone if you’re confused.” 

He turned and, after a second’s pause, started to walk out of the room.

“Hey!” you called after him. “You can’t just say that and leave! Come back here!”

He looked at you from the door and you almost didn’t recognise him; you realised you’d never seen him angry.

“What do you want me to say? We both know what this is. This...”

He floundered, looking for a word, betraying the fact that, actually, neither of you knew what this was, what had become of you.

“I want more than you will ever want; that’s a fact. I want what you can’t or won’t give me. I made my peace with that. But then you call me in the middle of the night and you tell me that you want me and need me and that you miss me and you love me and I come running every time because I know you will never say that to me sober, will never look at me in the cold light of day in the same way you look at me in the small hours of the morning. Maybe I shouldn’t. In fact, I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. That’s what I mean.”

Without another word – not that you could’ve managed one anyway – he turned on his heel and you heard the front door slam shut. 

He wasn’t wrong. You knew. You didn’t want to know but you knew. It had always been complicated between the two of you. 

* * *

A mutual friend introduced you because he thought you would like each other and he wasn’t wrong. But you hadn’t expected him to be so right; you were entirely unprepared for Hoseok. Entirely unprepared for the most perfect man to just waltz into your life and lay himself at your feet. You weren’t ready for that. You thought you would meet a guy who was basically fine (hopefully a little better than fine); a guy who would be fun for a few dates, good for a casual sort of arrangement, nothing serious. You thought you could see this guy and continue to sow your wild oats elsewhere. But Hoseok was different. 

You hit it off immediately. Yoongi introduced you at a party and you instantly connected, forgetting anyone else was there, talking all night. Drinking, too. When he offered to walk you home, you knew you would offer him a nightcap in your apartment. He knew he would accept if you did. Your memories of that night were slightly hazy but you knew the sex had been good because you had sent almost everyone you knew a message that was simply five mind-blown emojis. 

Hoseok had a party the following week and you were invited. He had been a perfect host and you had spent hours, desperately frustrated, trying to convince him to forget about all his guests and come rail you in his bedroom. By the time everyone else had left and he could finally give you his undivided attention, you had sobered up and your memories of that night are crystal clear. You had sent your best friend a text that read ‘I will never sleep with another man ever again’.

That was not a vow you kept. 

Hoseok was kind and caring and considerate in a way no one had ever really been with you before. It almost began to annoy you, the way he took care of you, looked out for you, thought of you when he passed something in a shop window. You had begun to feel claustrophobic in his affections; this wasn’t supposed to be a relationship. He wasn’t supposed to like you or, heaven forbid, fall in love with you. 

Your ‘dates’ had been casual up to that point because you had forced them to be. You would swing by his apartment after dinner with your friends or invite him over to yours when you had no plans for the weekend. When he had asked you, finally, to go on a real date with him, out to dinner somewhere, your response had been ‘why would we do that?’. That was when things had started crumbling. 

He had insisted you could keep it casual and still go out to eat together. He had insisted that it didn’t matter what it was called and, if you didn’t want to call it a date, he wouldn’t call it a date; he just wanted to spend more time with you. You had called your mutual friend and given him an earful for introducing you; you had got several earfuls back. Hoseok dropped the subject. 

Then he had started talking about a weekend away, going into the country, getting a cabin or something, going swimming in the lake and walking up the hills and stuff that all sounded far too romantic to you. You had asked him why the hell he kept insisting on treating you like you were his girlfriend. You had told him repeatedly and emphatically throughout that conversation that you were not his girlfriend. You kept telling him that you were friends and he kept telling you that he doesn’t fuck his friends like that. You told him maybe he should so he might lighten up a bit. 

You stopped sleeping together after that. Mostly. Kind of. You hung out more often and you thought that maybe you had been right, maybe you were just friends and you told yourself that this was probably the ideal outcome. But a few weeks later, at another party, you had both got drunk and immediately sought each other out across the crowded room and left without so much as saying goodbye. You tumbled into bed and you cursed yourself for ever giving this up, for ever thinking you could go without him. Until the morning came anyway. 

This happened a few more times and, each time, you grew colder and more distant in the morning. Hoseok wasn’t stupid and it wasn't as if he thought you would magically change your mind about dating him if only you had sex just one more time, one more time, but he wasn’t expecting you to behave the way you did. He had asked if you could at the very least not be rude to him, and you had shot back that overstaying one’s welcome was also considered rude and maybe he should think about that. He decided he wouldn’t sleep with you again.

It happened a few more times after that, too. Then he decided to give up drinking around you. It would’ve been easier to just cut you out, take you out of his life completely, but he was too far gone to do that. He would walk over hot coals for you; he knew it and so did you. 

* * *

You woke again much later that morning and thought about what Hoseok had said. You dialled Yoongi’s number.

“On a scale of 1-10,” you began as soon as he picked up the phone, not even bothering with a greeting, “how much of a dick am I to Hoseok?”

“Hello to you, too.”

“Please just answer the question.”

“Ok, well, what’s included on the scale? Does the worst include like, violence and murder?”

“No! Obviously not. Just like, for normal friends, scale of 1-10, how badly do I treat him?”

“Is 10 the worst?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, then 10.”

“What?!” 

“I don’t know what you want me to say. Everyone knows. You know.”

“I’m not that bad, surely.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Well then why haven’t you done anything? Why would you let your friend treat your other friend like that?”

“Well, firstly, because I don’t actually control you. Secondly, you may recall that we have spoken about this on a number of occasions and I have always made it very clear that you are being a dick and you are hurting his feelings and always told you that you need to stop dicking him about. But like I said, I don’t control you. And I don’t control him, either. I have also had numerous conversations with him about you and I have told him he deserves better-”

“Hey!”

“Are you seriously trying to argue with that?” 

“Well-”

“Exactly. I don’t know what answer you wanted from me but, of course, the answer is 10. On a scale of 1-10, you absolutely treat him the worst.”

“Surely he takes some responsibility for it at this point.”

Yoongi interrupted you before you could say more.

“Don’t you dare go there. You are my friend and I am saying this because I do actually value you as a person and, this aside, I do think you’re a decent person: you are treating him like a cunt and he deserves better and, if you were anyone else in the world, I would’ve cut him off from you months ago and literally kept him under lock and key to keep him away from you if that’s what it would’ve taken. 

“That said, I’m glad you’re asking the question. I hope this means you’re actually giving it some thought? You’re actually considering his feelings now? Considering your own, maybe?”

“What do you mean my own?”

“Your own feelings for him.”

“I don’t have feelings.” 

Yoongi hummed non-committally and you could almost hear his eyes rolling through the phome.

“Well, anyway, let me repeat one more time for the record that you are a total dick to Hoseok and you should treat him better.”

“Thanks very much.”

“You’re welcome!” he rang off brightly, ignoring the sarcasm of your comment. 

* * *

You were grumpy and hungover and tired and feeling unsettled, disturbed. It had been some time since you and Hoseok had discussed anything to do with... whatever it was that you were or had been or wanted to be, and it always made you uncomfortable. You did know, really, deep down, somewhere you tried not to look, that you were treating him badly, and on days when the hangover anxiety was at its worst, you felt sick with guilt about it. But you also felt sick at the thought of more. He wanted so much of you. More than you felt you had to give. He saw things in you that you were sure just weren’t there. And you didn’t want him to see the things you kept hidden, the dark things, the bad things, the things that would make him turn and run for the hills if he knew. He was too good for you and it scared you and it hurt you and you chose, simply, not to address it. To run away from it as far as you possibly could, which, when you’d had a drink or six, was not very far at all.

You showered to try to wash the discomfort away; you stuffed yourself full to try to distract yourself from the anxiety in your guts; you, briefly, considered drinking again but the thought brought bile to your throat. You stared, unseeing, at the TV, ostensibly watching a drama, but really replaying your own, real-life drama over and over in your head.

You wanted to be reasonable about it but the guilt and embarrassment and anxiety curdling in your gut made you feel sick and you couldn’t face it, so you chose not to be reasonable. You kept butting your head up against the fact that, if he really hated it that much, he could just not answer your calls. Sure, you could stop calling him, but you only did it when you’re drunk and who had that level of self-control after that many drinks? He didn’t have to come and get you; he didn’t have to walk you into your apartment; he didn’t have to put you to bed. He did all of that on his own. And maybe if he actually slept with you, it might've made a difference...

You tossed that thought aside because you knew both that it wasn't true and that you would not want to be anywhere near someone who would soberly fuck anyone even close to as drunk as you usually got. Hoseok was not that guy. 

The more you thought about it, the more annoyed you got. You knew that you couldn’t really think straight; you were not at your best right now, but you were annoyed. You were annoyed that you had to be tired and hungover and thinking about this. Why couldn’t he just keep it simple for you both and leave you alone? Or, at least, ignore you when you didn’t leave him alone? You felt like he was making his feelings your problem. And you were done with it.

* * *

You stood outside his door, hesitating. The taxi ride over had taken just long enough that your immediate anger was subsiding and a tiny part of your rational brain was waking up again. Then you thought about the texts you sent him last night and were so embarrassed at yourself that you needed to feel something else: guilt, shame, anxiety, anything would do. You hammered at the door. 

Hoseok opened it and looked surprised to see you, but nevertheless stepped back to let you in. 

“What’s up?” he asked. 

“We’re finishing this,” you told him and he looked at you blankly. “We’re finishing this now.”

“What do you mean? Finishing what?”

“This!” 

You gestured frantically between the two of you.

“I’m fucking sick of this!” you cried. “You want me so fucking badly? Then why don’t you do something about it?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m saying do something! I’m not drunk anymore! Why don’t you do something?” 

“Listen to what you’re suggesting. We’ve done that. And it’s ended up with us here. How do you think doing it again is going to lead somewhere different?”

You opened your mouth to argue but he wasn't finished.

“Besides which, I don’t want to just ‘do something’. That’s the whole problem. We’re in this because I want more than just something, I want more than just sex and you don’t. And when I made it clear to you that I wanted more, you ran for the fucking hills. Before you came running back, that is.”

You were surprised because he’d never argued with you like this before. You realised, with a lurch, that he’d never been angry with you before. You couldn’t put a name to what it made you feel; you were too busy swimming with frustration and anxiety and anger to be able to think clearly. You just knew that this is different so, maybe, this was good. 

“And why do you let me back, then? If I’m so awful and I treat you like such shit, why do you pick up?”

“I already told you. And you don’t need to tell me I’ve lost my fucking dignity and pride; you don’t need to tell me that I should be better than that, that I shouldn’t be begging at your table for scraps. I already know. Trust me, no one is as sickened by me as I am.”

“Sickened? Wanting me sickens you, does it? I sicken you, do I?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Fuck you, Hoseok.” 

You stalked closer to him, stuck a finger hard against his chest.

“Fuck you for putting that on me,” you spat. 

The world held its breath for one second and, the next, you were tangled up in each other, his mouth finally on yours again, his hands against your skin, yours in his hair. He lifted your T-shirt over your head and you sighed as his fingers grazed your nipple, quickly teasing it to a tight bud. You pushed down his trousers and he stepped out of them, pushing you backwards until your legs hit the sofa. He ripped off his own top before guiding you down until you were lying on the sofa with Hoseok at your feet, tugging on your jogging bottoms. You tilted your hips to allow him to pull them off and he brought his hands up to relieve you of your underwear. 

His eyes were black, darker than you’d ever seen them and he looked at you like you were in trouble, like he was imagining all the things he could do to you. You gulped and arousal pooled in your core; you were suddenly desperate for him, clawing at him until his mouth is on yours so you could taste him one more time. You palmed him through his boxers and he groaned into your mouth, swearing softly as he pulled away.

You were tingling all over with anticipation as he trailed kisses down your neck and onto your chest. He licked a broad strip across the mound of your breast and bit down hard on your soft flesh. You whimpered and arched your back into him, urging for more. He clamped his teeth around your nipple and sucked, rubbing his tongue over the stiff nub and you shivered.

“Oh god,” you whispered. You had forgotten it was this good. 

“Touch me, please,” you asked quietly. You didn’t want to break whatever spell was over you, but you were aching with a desire so strong, it almost hurt. And you knew how much he liked to hear you beg. “Please, Hoseok, please touch me.”

“Why should I give you what you want?” he asked, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes, his mouth slack, breathing heavy, voice rough. “When do I get what I want, huh?”

“Anything. I’ll do anything, please.”

If you had both been thinking with your brains, you would both have known this was not true. Your brains were, however, otherwise indisposed.

Hoseok sat back on his knees, looking at you, a small smirk at the corner of his mouth. He stood, briefly, to discard his boxers and then he looked down at you, slowly pumping the thick length of his hot, stiff cock.

You were on your knees in an instant, replacing his hand with your own. You brought your open mouth to his tip, softly licking across his slit, keeping your eyes on his as you wrapped your lips around him and sank slowly, slowly down his shaft. He grunted when he hit the back of your throat and outright moaned when you kept going.

“God, I’ve missed this mouth,” he said, his voice tight and gruff. He gripped your hair with one hand and slowly pulled you back. Then he kept your head still as he thrust back in, still slowly at first, gentle almost, and then, when you moaned around him, faster, and then harder when your fingernails dug into his thighs. His eyes never left yours, even though yours were swimming with tears and he was no more than a blur above you. He was always looking at you. Until his eyes fluttered closed and you knew he was close to coming, could see it when his eyes opened again, piercing in their intensity; you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth and you tapped his leg, signalling him to stop. 

He fell from you in an instant and you pushed him onto the sofa.

“Don’t think you’re the only one who gets to have their fun,” you told him.

You pushed him back until he was lying and you pinned him down with your knees either side of his head. He was impatient, wrapping his arms around your legs and pulling you down to him, your core wet and dripping over his mouth. He looked at you, making sure your eyes met as licked through your folds.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “I forgot just how wet you get. I’m going to fucking drown in you." 

He licked into your centre, drinking you in, taking you for everything you’d got while you rolled your hips against him, rubbing your clit against his nose, desperate for contact, for friction. You heard him chuckle low in his throat and you whimpered.

He was impatient to get started but he liked to take his time with you. He wanted you to beg: beg him to start, beg him to keep going, beg him to finish you off. He licked languidly through your folds, he sucked, he nipped, he returned again to fuck you with his tongue, all while you shivered and whined above him, pleasure building in you, urgency mounting. You grabbed his hair with both hands and tried to hold him still so you could direct yourself above him, but he was stronger than you and his arms kept you in place. 

“Hoseok, please. Please, I need to come.”

He hummed against you and you tugged on his hair. 

“Please, please.”

You tried harder to grind against his face, your clit throbbing and burning under the absence of his touch. He held you still. His face was buried in your cunt and you could just see his eyes, glinting at you, watching you fall apart under your desperate need for him. 

“Hoseok,” you panted. “Hoseok, please.” Your voice broke as your desperation peaked, every part of you alert and armed, like tinder just millimetres from a flame. 

He finally sealed his lips around your clit and you went up like a bonfire, ecstasy roaring through you, consuming everything. You were hot and sweating and writhing on top of him as he licked and lapped and sucked at you, pulling sounds out of you that only he could: loud, desperate, animal cries and his name over and over and over again. 

It was only when you let loose his hair and your legs quivered either side of his head that he loosened his own grip on you and you flopped backwards, lying on top of him with your head on his hip. 

“See how good I am to you?” he asked, wiping his mouth, sliding out from underneath you, towering over you once more. 

“Yeah,” you whimpered. You nodded. “Yeah, yeah, so good.”

“But you don’t fucking want me.”

“Yeah, I do. I do, Hoseok, god, I do. Please.” 

He rested his hands against the arm of the sofa above your head and lowered his face to yours.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” he said low, menacing.

He kissed you lightly and you lifted your head to meet him again but he moved too far off. He knelt over you, his heavy cock resting on your mound, and considered you for a while. This wasn’t usually part of your game and you were impatient, still needy for him, remembering the way he split you open, the glorious stretch of him inside you, the fluidity and power with which he moved. 

“Fuck. What do you want from me?” you asked.

He tipped forward, back over you, hands either side of your head, his face so close, you could barely see him. He moved and kissed you lightly just below the ear.

“Everything.”

He stood and put on his boxers and you were overwhelmed with anger again. 

“For fuck’s sake, seriously?!” you shouted, hitting him with a scatter cushion. “Are you fucking kidding?”

He turned to you, pulling his trousers back up and shrugged.

“No, I’m not kidding. I told you. I want everything. I want you, all of you, even this shitty part of you that treats me like crap, even the part of you that tells me you love me and then pretends to forget all about it in the morning, even the part of you that pretends to be sickened by the very idea of being my girlfriend, despite the fact that you refer to yourself as mine in the dead of night. Even your excessive drinking, even your emotional constipation, even your big, fat heart that you try to hide from everyone, even your insistence that you don’t give a shit despite giving a hell of a lot of a shit all the damn time, even your stupid fucking determination to do everything by yourself even when you actually need help, even your terrible taste in films and those god-awful reality TV programs you like, even your snoring, even your back turned back against me. All of it. All of you. I fucking want all of you, all the fucking time.” 

You stared breathlessly at him as his chest heaved, his breathing ragged. Your heart was in your throat, blood roaring in your ears. He was waiting for you to say something but you’d lost the ability to speak. Words flew into and out of your head without your being able to catch any of them. You couldn’t think. Your mind was buzzing, static blaring, nothing but white noise. You could only stare at him, bewildered, overwhelmed, utterly naked. 

His breathing slowly settled and he rolled his eyes and turned away from you. 

“Of course,” he muttered under his breath. 

He was walking away from you and you knew you had to stop him. Your brain had no capacity to filter anything on its way to your mouth and you said it before you even really knew you were feeling it.

“I love you. I fucking love you.” 

He turned quickly and watched you, wary, unsure. You didn’t let yourself think anymore. You staggered to your feet and took his hands and pulled him close to you. 

“I fucking love you,” you said again. “I love you, ok? And I'm not drunk this time and fucking fine, if I’m such a piece of shit but you still want me, then fine. Fine. Have me.” 

He was still looking at you, looking into your eyes like he was trying to solve a riddle.

“I’m not fucking with you. I’m not lying. I want you. I want you and have always wanted you and always wanted not to want you as much I do because you’re terrifying. Ever looked directly at the sun? Ever looked at the fucking face of god? ‘Cause I have and it’s you. Ok? It’s you. When I get drunk and I call you and I tell you that I love you, it’s true – that's true. It’s only you I call.” Your skin was hot, flushed, but from embarrassment now, from feeling skinned, raw, exposing yourself in a way that you never did, never wanted to. Your voice broke and you desperately didn’t want to cry, didn’t want this to be more embarrassing than it needed to be, didn’t want him to see how pathetic you really were even as you were telling him. “It’s only you I want. And it’s only when I’m not sober enough to fight myself that I can admit it. I’m a piece of shit and you’re a literal angel, a fucking god, but fine, if you really want to have me, have me. I’m yours.” 

He gently nudged your nose with his and whispered your name, his eyes carefully watching you. Then he kissed you, soft and slow, and wrapped his arms around you. His hands wandered, exploring your body, caressing any part of you he could reach, as his tongue rolled with yours, as you raked your fingers through his hair, as he moaned into your mouth, as he picked you up and took you into the bedroom. 

He lay you gently on the bed and slipped off his clothes once more. He covered your body with his and pressed kisses into your neck. Then he bit down and you keened, arching your back into him, suddenly violently, urgently aware of the slick between your legs, of your fluttering walls, desperate for him now. 

“Please, Hoseok,” you whispered. “Please fuck me, now.”

This was where you were comfortable. No more talking. Just Hoseok with his body over yours, his soft skin and softer lips, his nimble fingers and strong body, his eyes black as pitch as he looked at you like you were prey.

“Gladly,” he whispered back, his lips just grazing yours. 

He pressed himself against your entrance, eyes flicking between your face and your cunt as he watched himself disappear into you and watched your face, lest you betray any sign of pain or discomfort. But there was none. There was only the perfect, overwhelming fullness of him inside you and then the tight drag, feeling every contour of his cock, as he pulled back and thrust in again. 

“God, no one compares to you- fuck...”

He liked to watch your face as you whined and whimpered beneath him when he lifted your legs, pushing against the backs of your thighs, hitting you deeper, harder. You were hot and sticky everywhere; your skin was slick with sweat, your cunt slick with arousal. Every part of you was fit to bursting, coming apart at the seams. You felt like a dam about to break and then he took his hand down between your bodies and pressed hard, the motion of his thrusts knocking his hand until you were crying out for more, much more, crying out that you were close, crying out please, please let me come, let me come. And he did. The flood engulfed you; you were pulled through a riptide of pleasure, unable to scream, unable to breathe, suffocating in the swirling pool of your orgasm. Hoseok kept going, fucking you through your climax until he was coming, too, painting your walls white, falling under the surface of ecstasy with you. 

He fell down next to you and you lay, quiet save for your heavy breathing. When he took your hand in his, you let him, despite the thrum of anxiety in your heart.

“So,” he said, and he looked nervous when you turned towards him.

You were nervous but you’d said it now. And you’d missed him—you had. And Yoongi’s words were ringing in your ears, about your feelings, about how badly you treated Hoseok, and words from much, much longer ago, about how much you’d like him, what a great guy he was, how much Hoseok had liked meeting you, how much he liked you.

He was waiting for you to speak, not daring to go first. You looked down at your joined hands, looked up at the ceiling, looked at his face.

“I’m,” you began, your voice quiet and croaky. You cleared your throat but still didn’t know what words were going to come out. “I’m… I don’t know what to do.”

“What do you mean?”

He rolled onto his side, facing you, and you took your hand from his so you could use both to cover your face. You gave a frustrated sigh and slapped them onto the mattress on either side of you.

“I don’t know how to be a girlfriend. Not to you.”

“’Not to me’? What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing! That’s my whole point!”

You squirmed, embarrassment heating your cheeks again, and ended up on your side, facing him.

“There’s nothing wrong with you and it’s… intimidating. I’m not like that. You said it yourself. There’s a lot wrong with me and-”

“That’s not what I said. I actually think you’re perfect.”

You blinked, stunned into silence.

“But you said all those things.”

“I still think you’re perfect. Even though I said all those things, even though you do snore and even though you have handled this situation in about the worst possible way and even though it’s hurt my feelings. Even though all of it. I still think you’re perfect and I still love you.”

You turned onto your back, staring at the ceiling, blinking away fresh tears.

“I think you’re crazy,” you told him.

“There you go; there is something wrong with me after all.”

He leant over you and cupped your cheek with his hand. When he kissed you, it was soft and sweet and it wasn’t going to go anywhere—nor did you need it to.

“I don’t want to get it wrong,” you whispered to him, his face still close to yours, his breath fanning over your face.

He shrugged lightly.

“It’s ok if you do. We can’t be right all the time.”

“You’ll still love me?”

“Yes. After all this, I still love you. I’ve tried not to, I promise. So, yes, I will still love you if you get it wrong. As long as you love me.”

“I do.” You wanted to say it back, felt it stick in your throat. You swallowed hard, blinked slowly, took a deep breath. “I love you, too.”

He kissed you again, still soft, still gentle, and then settled back on his side.

“So…”

“So?”

“So can I actually call you my girlfriend now?”

You rolled your eyes playfully and couldn’t stop the little thrill in your heart or grin on your lips.

“I guess, if you must.”

He grinned back at you, wide, beaming.

“Yes, I fucking must!”

You thought that sounded just fine.

Everybody deserves to read this. Oh my god I cant even describe how much I love this

until the last star falls

— summary: it was a love you knew would never make it out alive without sacrificing a part of your happiness to receive a greater happiness. but for them, you’d go to any extreme to have them again, and for you, they will always remind you each day that you are theirs and that nothing can tear you apart, not even until the last star falls.

— pairing: underworld lords!bts x shield!reader

— genre: fluff, angst / reincarnation!au / poly!au / gods!au

— word count: 44.4k

— warnings: minor character death, car accidents, mentions of harassment, reincarnation, unrequited love, implied love making

— prompt: “in lifetimes before or after, you are my first and last love/s”

➵ epilogue

The flames ignite the land of the Underworld, crackling and illuminating the battle scene where a lone warrior stands at an arena filled with the creatures of the dead.

Yet the warrior does not falter, sword in hand, not even a battle cry leaving its lips.

The animals do not go to the warrior one by one, it runs in a frenzy in a crowd at all sides, never taking a moment of hesitation. That was never a word in their dictionary, they were animals after all.

Yet at the same time, hesitation was also not a word the warrior knew.

The armor he wears causes a bit of discomfort, they can tell, as if it is a little too heavy, yet he shows no mercy as the sword cuts through each creature that comes his way. He isn’t just a fighter, he’s a dancer. His body swerves and dodges effortlessly, blade lashing through the air with the same dance. It is the first warrior they’ve seen who made no noise.

A silent killer.

The last creature dies with a harsh piercing of his sword puncturing right into its heart. He stands up, forcing his sword out of its body with blood dripping to its tip but the warrior pays no mind.

They watch him steadily, waiting until the moment the brave warrior final takes off the mask around his head and their eyes widen.

It isn’t a man. It’s a woman.

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Perfect amount of angst, fluff and drama... A fic worth reading. So glad I got the chance to read this book, and really excited to read their other/future works <33

The Road to You (M)

Chapters

01: Call to Adventure (13k words) | read on ao3 02: Supernatural Aid (15k words) | read on ao3 03: Meeting the Mentor (13k words) | read on ao3 04: Crossing the Threshold (15k words) | read on ao3 05: Tests, Allies, Enemies (11k words) | read on ao3 06: Caves (12k words) | read on ao3 07: Ordeals, Rewards, Resurrection (17k words) | read on ao3 08: Elixir (12k words) | read on ao3

Total Word Count: ~110k words

Summary

Armed with your quick wit, creative passion, talent for storytelling, and innate understanding of your fanbase, you have met every challenge, surpassed every goal, and achieved the unimaginable. Despite the earth shifting erratically under your firmly planted feet, you’ve always had a plan. You’ve made peace with the sacrifices you’ve had to make, and you’ve long forgotten the rejections and heartbreaks that came as a result. Your agent keeps reminding you that you’re at the precipice of something new, that your audience is waiting for your next project with bated breath. This is usually when you thrive. So why do you feel so lost? And who can you count on from your past to help you find your way?

Excerpt

“What about this one?” she asks, holding up an old polaroid. “He doesn’t look like any of the others.”

You frown and look at the picture. It’s of an elementary school-aged you exchanging happy smiles with a boy in a Bert and Ernie shirt. Even at his age, he has soulful, knowing, dark eyes, though they’re hidden behind a mop of curly, black hair. His fingers are in your hair, and you laugh when you remember that it’s because one of your barrettes had fallen out of your hair, and he was putting it back into place.

Your heart expands, threatening to burst out of your chest when you realize who it is.

“Taehyung,” you say quietly, smiling.

You run your thumb over the picture, and Yun’s eyes grow wide.

“Who’s Taehyung?” she asks. “I’ve never heard you say his name!”

“Jimin was my first boyfriend,” you say, handing the polaroid back to Jun and grinning at her, “but Taehyung was my first love.”

Pairings: OT7 x Reader, Tae-centric

Genres: Consider this the AUs of all other AUs / We got Childhood Best Friend!Taehyung / We got High School Boyfriend!Jimin / We got Professor!Yoongi / College Boyfriend!Jungkook / Art Enthusiast and City Heartthrob!Namjoon / Barista!Hobi / Actor!Jin / F2L / E2L / get ready for a lifetime of love with OT7, folks

Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature

Content Warnings: Soft and hard smut, fluff, of COURSE angst, past trauma, jealousy, cheating, chronic illness (someone’s loved one is sick), various references and scenes with alcohol and drugs, dealing with incompatibility and dealbreakers and relationships that just won’t work out / omg the angst / but one will / oh, one will indeed

Taglist 💜: permanent @purpleheartsfortae @btseditsworld | the road to you  @aliceollormusic  @tangledsparkles @daydreamqueenjaycee​ (taglist closed!)

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading this fic. I am so touched by the comments, thoughts, and emotions that you’ve shared. Many of them have had an incredibly strong impact on me, and I’m so grateful. I so hope you enjoyed this journey, and hope you’ll keep reading along with me! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

This is one of my comfort fics that I always come back to read whenever I feel down. Everyone needs to read this atleast once

(Reader x OT7)(HYBRID! Reader)(HYBRID! Bts) 

Summary: to Seokjin, Home consists of his human partners Namjoon and Hoseok as well as their Hybrids; the pups- named Taehyung and Jimin, their black cat- called Yoongi, and their foxboy- called Jungkook. Together they have the happiest family possible, everyone loves everyone equally. 

So what happens when Namjoon finds you? a cat hybrid, beaten close to death left alone in an alleyway on the coldest night of the year? He takes you home, shows you his family, and together they teach you what love can be like.

PART 1: US BEFORE YOU  ➺  a fox comes to stay.

PART 2: CAN I LAY BY YOUR SIDE ➺ bringing you home. 

PART 3: HOLD ME TIGHT ➺ love requires some getting used to. 

EPILOGUE ➺ Kits and kids. 

This fic was so adorable TT TT

mother knows best | index.

pairing | ot7 x female reader (platonic), ot7 moms & female reader

summary | being the only woman in a friend group with seven men automatically makes you the love interest in seven mothers’ wistful romantic stories. though your relationship with the guys remains completely platonic, the marriage fantasy their moms frequently project onto you and their sons has them coming up with all sorts of shenanigans to make you their daughter-in-law. mother knows best, you suppose.

warnings | overbearing moms, attempts at humor, platonic, slice of life au

note | a drabble series featuring the (fictionalized) bangtan moms! <33

main story ;

drabble 1 | sunday lunch

drabble 2 | of quail eggs and perms

drabble 3 | of hair styles and scissors

drabble 4 | of tangerines and dumplings

drabble 5 | mafia game

drabble 6 | code red

drabble 7 | father knows best

drabble 8 | a solemn day

drabble 9 | of ferris wheels and pomeranians

drabble 10 | of burns and skin care routines

drabble 11 | of fights and allergies

drabble 12 | once upon a treasure hunt

drabble 13 | of breakups and bouquet tosses

drabble 14 | a decade of friendship

drabble 15 | mother knows best

scenarios ;

scenario 1 ; what if tae’s eomma makes him & oc go to hawaii?

scenario 2 ; what if the members get tired of their eomma’s antics?

scenario 3 ; what if a someone flirts with the members (or vice versa) while they’re out with their mom?

asks ;

ask 1 ; what if the moms had a group chat?

ask 2 ; are the members idols in this au?

others ;

tag ; who is oc’s appa’s favorite among the members?

character asks ; the mkb gang answers your questions!

— status ; completed

All It Takes | Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist.

Summary: After months of quietly pinning after Jung Hoseok, your friends decide to give you a little push. Sometimes a New Years Eve party and a round of Seven Minutes in Heaven is all it takes.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x f!reader 

Genre: Fluff, angst, sexual content, minors keep out! 

Warnings: Non idol au; tattooed!hobi, tattoo artist hobi;  Dom!Hobi. Lots of smut.

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Twenty - Finale.

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Ik it's an incomplete fic, but this another one of my comfort fic that I love to come back to. I hope people do read it atleast once.

filtering light 「 ch. 1 」

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pairing: park jimin x reader x jeon jungkook

includes: bunny!reader, human!park jimin, human!jeon jungkook, golden retriever!jung hoseok, human!min yoongi, tiger!kim taehyung, human!kim namjoon, human!kim seokjin.

word count: 6k

warnings: none

summary: the reader is a bunny hybrid with a past that has left her traumatized and struggling to heal. some things can be helped with therapy, but some things can only be fixed through realizing you're not all of the things that hurt you—you are, in fact, just loved.

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The garden of The Violet was lush and sprawling, filling everything the eye could see with green leaves, bright flowers, and twinkling butterflies. The day was perfect; spring had just begun and the days were perfectly cool, the sun warming whatever parts of people it could touch. The humans moving around were all smiling, making polite conversation, and snacking on whatever food had been put out by the catering company. The banner that hung over the entrance to the garden reminded everyone that they were there for a cause: The Violet Hybrid Awareness Fund. As if the attendees could forget anyway.

The Violet had set up the event to raise awareness for hybrid care and hybrid lives—something the foundation had become directly involved in when they opened a shelter of their own almost a decade prior. Hybrid rights was a young movement but there were more and more people dedicating themselves to being a voice for the hybrids who were constantly being silenced. The Violet had invited some of the community’s most powerful and influential people to spend the day learning more about hybrid life and how they can help hybrids even if they didn’t want to adopt one.

There had been classes on almost every kind of hybrid and what they were like. There were classes on hybrid treatment (and cases of mistreatment). There were classes detailing The Violet’s plan to improve as many hybrid lives as possible. Currently, hybrids still had to be adopted to be free, and when they were in public they were required by law to wear their collars. The Violet, however, wanted hybrids to be enabled to gain their independence and autonomy without fear of humans interfering or hurting them.

While it was now generally frowned upon to have hybrids as servants, there were plenty of people in the world who thought of hybrids as property they paid for and could do what they wanted with. There were a few programs forming that worked to create policies that protected hybrids and made it possible to prosecute people who treated their hybrids inhumanely, but there was still a lot of work to be done. The Violet was asking communities to partner with them in the fight.

The morning had been filled with information and passionate words from founders of The Violet as well as from employees who had one story or another of how they were faced with the injustice of hybrid treatment and how they chose to stand and fight for those who were not allowed to fight for themselves. It was all very emotional and moving, if Park Jimin did say so himself.

Jimin had been invited alongside his partner, Jeon Jungkook, and a few of their friends. They felt strongly about the treatment of hybrids—anyone with eyes to see the abuse they suffered would be—but truly the two had no idea there was so much they didn’t know about hybrids in general. Their friend Namjoon was more knowledgeable on the subject, and he had been excited about the event for weeks. Namjoon was heavily involved in The Violet’s efforts to raise the quality of life for hybrids, even volunteering his time on top of donating hundreds of thousands of dollars to the foundation every year. How he found time on top of being the CEO of his own clean energy company was anyone’s guess. But if he struggled with balance it didn’t show as he approached the table his people sat at. He was grinning with excitement.

“Are you excited to meet the hybrids?” He asked, sitting down and stealing a cheese cracker off of Jungkook’s plate.

“Hybrids?” Jimin asked, looking up from the pamphlet he’d been reading. It was about hybrid nesting and he found it interesting enough that he’d been reading in silence, paying little attention to his surroundings until Namjoon spoke up.

“Yeah, the lady said it earlier. Some hybrids from the shelter are going to be here so we can meet them.” Jungkook remembered.

“Oh,” was all Jimin said.

He felt a little overwhelmed with information about the reality hybrids faced. In the seminar he sat in, they had talked about cases in which hybrids were mistreated and defended themselves but were impounded as a result. Past shelters were nothing like what The Violet had going on. There were pictures of small cages, unsanitary living conditions, and overcrowding. Staff members were just as likely to abuse the hybrids they were responsible for as the monsters the hybrids had just escaped.

“One of my trainers has a hybrid,” Jungkook said around a bite of melon. “She’s a cat hybrid. Kind of feisty.”

“Our CFO has a cat hybrid.” Namjoon nodded. “They usually have their person and everyone else can fuck off.” He chuckled.

“What kind of hybrid is the best to work with?” Jungkook asked Namjoon, wide eyes inquiring up at him.

“I get along well with dog hybrids. They’re the most approachable.”

“You mean you scare the other ones off.”  Jimin laughed. Namjoon blushed and shifted in his seat like he was being put out by the teasing.

“Ah—okay, okay.” He rolled his eyes. Everyone knew Namjoon was a bit clumsy. Dog hybrids found it funny if anything. He did in fact alarm a lot of the prey hybrids, who were already weary of him because of his size. “Anyway, most of the hybrids visiting will be low key. Some dogs, some cats, maybe a hamster. The more agreeable hybrids.”

“Agreeable?” Jungkook questioned.

“Yeah,  the ones who are okay with people for the most part. Some of the more exotic hybrids take a while to warm up to humans and wouldn’t benefit from something like this.” He sipped his drink. “But The Violet wanted to bring some hybrids who wouldn’t mind people but could also benefit from more exposure to people.”

The three men hummed in thought.

“Will you know any of them?” Jimin asked.

“No, probably not. Most of my work is done in the offices.”

And they fell into conversation about Namjoon’s work with The Violet, his business trying to make clean energy for the city, and his partner Jin. Jin was out of town on his own business, and wasn’t able to make it. None of the men missed the way Namjoon’s eyes softened when he spoke about missing his husband. It made the guys promise to try and distract him until Jin got back, making an offer to look around at the new art exhibit that had opened downtown. Namjoon was taking them up on that when the hybrids arrived.

There was no announcement at first, so as not to make the hybrids uncomfortable. But slowly, they started trickling in from inside the building. The first to be noticed was a golden retriever that spoke loudly and with an excited lilt in his tone. There was a scottish fold hybrid that sat alone until a few women approached her to make conversation. There weren’t more than twenty-five hybrids but the guests could see where they were based on the pockets of people that surrounded them.

Most thrived on the attention, their tails shaking back and forth behind them as they answered people’s questions. Others were visibly nervous and it seemed as though the staff members would notice and subtly guide attendees elsewhere so the hybrid would not be overwhelmed. It was truly interesting to witness. With images of hybrids being mistreated still fresh in their minds, everyone was being mindful and kind.

After about fifteen minutes, the announcement was finally made that The Violet’s hybrids had arrived and were making themselves comfortable. There were some activities for everyone to do to just relax and have fun. A corner for painting with easels and canvases was set up off to the side, away from where a game of soccer had started out between some dog hybrids and a few athletes who had come to support The Violet. Some younger hybrids were drawing with chalk along the walkways of the garden. Some hybrids kept to themselves and others joined in groups with humans, making small talk and just enjoying the opportunity to meet people who weren’t staff members. Everyone seemed occupied, doing their own thing, and Jungkook had decided he wanted to try his hand at painting.

There were a couple mouse hybrids that had started up in the paint area, and he greeted them as he looked around the supplies for what he might want. Jungkook had seen hybrids in passing, but had never really interacted with them. None of his friends owned any, and the ones he had met on the street were often not allowed to interact with strangers. That was why an event like this was important, he thought, to teach hybrids they shouldn’t have to be afraid of strangers. Though, a small part of his mind whispered that more often than not hybrids had a reason to fear humans. Regardless, humans should learn to be more comfortable with hybrids as well.

He grabbed a few sheets of watercolor paper, some brushes, a pen, some paint, and headed back to the table where his friends were. On his way he also snagged a plate of pastries, grinning to himself at the sight of the sweets. He placed his things down on the table and realized Jimin was talking with a hybrid. It was the golden retriever he had seen come out first.

When the hybrid got to the table where Jimin and Namjoon were chatting, he told them his name was Hoseok. Hoseok was very obviously friendly and extroverted. He had made his rounds talking to anyone and everyone. His conversation with Jimin was about what kind of work Jimin did. Jimin, it turned out, worked in security.

“Yeah? Like Park Systems level security?” Hoseok joked. Park Systems was a well known security company based in the city. The company was trusted with most of the big business security teams as well as basic home security systems. Hoseok had made the joke because the idea of the CEO of Park Systems being at The Violet talking to a golden retriever hybrid seemed laughable. When Jimin extended his hand and introduced himself as Park Jimin, Hoseok’s face had dropped in shock.

“No way.”

Hoseok had a million questions about it. He erupted in a flurry of inquiries. Jungkook was giggling at the hybrid’s enthusiasm when Namjoon leaned over to whisper in his ear.

“Hey, Kook, I think you have a shadow.”

Jungkook looked at him with confusion and Namjoon’s eyes flicked over his shoulder. The younger man slowly turned his head and there, pretending to play with a wildflower, was a hybrid he hadn’t noticed before.

You had started out at the front of the garden, playing with some of the younger hybrids and making hop-scotch. The kids loved when you jumped around with them, your ears flopping back and forth. You were only the second bunny hybrid The Violet had housed, and the children all found you adorable. However, when they had inevitably run off to play, you were left to your own devices with no excuse to avoid talking to the humans around.

You knew the staff was keeping a close eye on you. This was the first event you had been to since you came to The Violet, and you still struggled with big crowds of people. You were promised it would be relaxed and lowkey, and it was true. No one was staring too much, and no one was approaching you to ask questions. The people at the event were conscious that you were a bunny, and the one thing on the pamphlet about bunny hybrid care that was emphasized was their skittishness. When they were spooked, they would bolt. The caterer who handed you a plate of snacks even smiled softly at you, gentle and soothing as if trained. You assumed The Violet actually had trained them.

You had just settled in a particularly sunny patch of grass when you saw him. At first your heart stopped, thinking he was another bunny hybrid like yourself. But you realized almost immediately that he was human. However, the longer you looked the more you could see why you had mistaken him for a hybrid. His eyes were big and brown, and flicked this way and that as he took in his surroundings. He nibbled on his food while listening to the large man beside him talk about something. When someone said something he found amusing his nose would scrunch up in a way you found endearing. The man wasn’t a hybrid but he almost acted like one.

You had been content watching from afar as he relaxed and talked to the people at his table. He didn’t seem too interested in the hybrids around them, though when one walked by he gave them a nod or a small smile to be polite. When he got out of his seat, you had panicked slightly, fearing he was leaving though you had no grounds to. When you followed at a distance, it was clear he was just going to entertain himself.

You watched him look through the paints and brushes in the section for art, his brow furrowing in thought. He was frowning slightly with concentration, though when he noticed the two mouse hybrids looking at him he quickly softened his expression to say hello. He was choosing his colors after agonizing over the options and then he was moving back toward the table. In his arms he juggled the paper and all of the supplies he wanted. You were worried he was going to drop them. When he stopped to snag a plate of treats, you had giggled into your hand as you watched his balancing act of holding art supplies and piling desserts on the plate before balancing it all for the home stretch.

You tried to remain casual about it. You’d stop to admire a flower and debated picking it. You’d made small talk with a hybrid who asked if you were enjoying yourself. All the while your eyes were flicking back to the man, as if you were afraid he would disappear. Eventually, you had settled back in your spot, holding several flowers you deemed too pretty to not pick. The man was starting to mess around with his paints, listening to the people around him talk, sometimes smiling to himself as though he was just happy to exist in the same place as his friends. It was the first of only two times you would think to yourself that a human was beautiful. Not just attractive, but beautiful. In the same way as your flowers, or a sun shower or the sound of your friend Hoseok singing in the morning when he brought you a glass of juice and some fruit to nibble on.

You were so transfixed on the man that you didn’t register his friend’s attention on you. He had noticed you get up and had watched with curiosity as you lingered behind the youngest of their friend group. He was sure you weren’t aware of his gaze as you watched Jungkook wander around. He even chuckled to himself at your expression when a chatty pomeranian hybrid intercepted you and struck up a conversation. You were trying to be polite but the worry in your brow and shiftiness of your eyes told Namjoon you were agitated. It was almost heartbreaking how obviously enraptured with Jungkook you were. He couldn’t help but tell Jungkook about it the moment he thought no one would be paying attention.

When Jungkook moved and you realized he was turning to look at you, you froze. Your head tipped down and your fingers nervously rubbed at the flowers in your lap. Your cheeks were pink with the embarrassment of getting caught and part of you was gnawing at itself with fear. No one liked to be stared at. You were supposed to keep to yourself and not bother guests. You had learned that attracting attention from humans was dangerous. You should have been more careful, no matter how interested you were in the man.

Jungkook was also blushing. You were perhaps the cutest creature he had ever seen. With your head down, all he could see were your ears. One was a warm brown, almost black like your hair, and the other was white. He hadn’t seen a hybrid with two different colored ears before, and he found it charming. Even if you weren’t trying to make yourself as small as possible (like you presently were) you would be one of the most delicate hybrids there. He realized he had seen you earlier, playing with the children, and had mistaken you for one of the younger hybrids. By yourself, however, it was clear you were older, maybe around his age even. Jungkook had only gotten a glimpse of your eyes before you had ducked your head down, but from just a look he knew they were big and round, expressive in their emotion. He was intrigued.

“What do I do?” He asked, almost speaking out of the side of his mouth as if any movement would send you away. Namjoon found it incredibly cute.

“Don’t scare her away.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. Very helpful, hyung. He racked his brain for what he had learned about bunny hybrids, but all he could remember was that they flopped sometimes and it was a good thing. Jungkook was so caught up in trying to remember what the staff had said about bunny hybrids that he didn’t notice Jimin’s conversation with Hoseok had paused at Jungkook and Namjoon’s whispering. Hoseok was looking between Jungkook and you, his eyes thoughtful before a grin appeared, bright and energetic.

“She likes strawberries.” Hoseok whispered. The men followed his eyes to the plate of fruit Jimin had abandoned. There was a small pile of strawberries in the middle. Jungkook met Hoseok’s eyes and didn’t notice the way Jimin was watching him..

A few feet away, you knew they were talking about you.. Hoseok usually took enough of the attention that you could get by unnoticed but even he was whispering. You wanted to glare at him to communicate your feelings of betrayal but couldn’t bring yourself to look at any of them.

“Jimin, are you going to finish these strawberries?” Jungkook asked, his voice raised loud enough for it to carry across the garden. It was the first time you had really heard it fully and your ears twitched.

“Oh, I don’t think I can. They look delicious, but I’m so full.” Jimin played along, rubbing his tummy as though stuffed when in reality, he hadn’t eaten much.

Your ears were tilting towards them, intrigued by the idea of fresh strawberries. You snuck a peak and saw the forbidden fruit, piled high on a small plate by Jungkook’s elbow. But in the short glance you saw that Jungkook was still looking at you and you felt so shy you couldn’t move from where you sat.

Two emotions were warring in your chest. There was the desire to draw nearer to someone who seemed like you—who seemed safe (Hoseok wasn’t sensing any danger, surely, or he wouldn’t be engaging with them)—and the feeling that it was a trap. Like you would approach the table and the moment before you touched the berries a hand would shoot out and grab your wrist and you’d be punished for not fighting your temptations. You’d be punished for not controlling your urges, once again.

Was this a trap? You looked again at the strawberries and tears began to brim your eyes. You desperately wanted to go closer but the risk was too much. The conflict was stressing you out. So you didn’t move from your spot, paralyzed with the desire to move and the fear to go.

Over at the table, Jungkook deflated. Jimin gave him an encouraging smile and his hand went to squeeze his shoulder in an attempt to comfort the younger boy. Hoseok, however, was undeterred.

“Just give her time.” He said firmly. He watched the way your ears twitched and knew you wouldn’t be able to resist the fruit for long.

“Do you know her?” Jimin asked.

“Yeah, she’s my best friend,” he grinned proudly. The surprised looks didn’t go unnoticed. It was a surprise that you let the loud hybrid anywhere near you. You looked like a leaf falling to the ground would convince you to run for cover.

But Hoseok knew you better.

He struck up a conversation with Jungkook instead, trying to distract them to give you the window to feel safe enough to move.

It turned out that Jungkook’s occupation went hand in hand with Jimin’s. He had a studio where his trainers lead different exercise classes like Bikram yoga or boxing, as well as taught self-defense classes such as Krav Maga and Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. It was obvious that Jungkook himself was very athletic and in shape, even in his oversized clothing.

Jungkook was talking about why he started working out when out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement. He stuttered almost imperceptibly in his speech but recovered quickly, fighting a smile at the sight of you shifting your posture. He could have laughed at himself. He had never paid so much attention to one person before. Besides Jimin, of course.

When Hoseok had gotten Jungkook talking, the lull of his voice was almost too much to resist. You were struggling against the movement of your inner self weighing the risk of coming closer. Your inner bunny wanted to hide just in case, but even she was being drawn in by the sight of the fruit lying out, just asking to be eaten. All of your lines of defense were crumbling.

You were moving slowly, almost not of your own volition. It was as if something else was propelling you forward and you were inching toward the corner of the table where the plate rested.

When you reached the table, directly next to him, Jungkook kept talking but watched as your small hand reached out. Your fingers clutched a strawberry, your eyes darted around at each face at the table to see if they were paying attention to you but each of the males’ faces were trained anywhere else though they were all aware of you. Tension was coiled in your chest as you envisioned the hand that threatened to grab you. At last you brought the fruit to your lips and you took a nibble.

It was like every man at the table exhaled. Jungkook was beaming inwardly and Jimin was wiping at his nose to hide his smile. Namjoon was pushing his food around his plate with a small smile of his own and Hoseok was grinning in victory. You made a small noise, almost a clicking sound in the back of your throat, and all of them wondered what it was except for Hoseok, who knew it meant you were happy.

You weren’t being punished. You were a little closer to the stranger who kept looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Hello, happy bun. Would you like to sit down?” Hoseok was the first to address you and Jungkook’s eyes cut to him in fear that he was going to scare you away. Somehow, in the way that Hoseok just seemed to know things, it was exactly what you needed. Verbal affirmation that you could stay. You looked shyly at Jungkook and he immediately scooted, practically sitting on Namjoon. Namjoon cursed and also moved to the empty seat at his right. The older man’s grumpiness made you giggle and Jungkook’s eyes widened at the sound. He looked directly at Jimin to see if he had heard it and Jimin’s expression was one of slight awe. Jungkook ignored Namjoon’s grumbling as you lowered yourself in the now empty chair, timidly glancing at Jimin to your left and Jungkook to your right.

The seat was warm, and you could smell something warm, musky, and slightly floral.

“I like your flowers,” Jungkook told you. “Could I draw them?” He asked. You nodded, lifting the flowers to hand to him but Jungkook stopped you. “You’re fine. Just hold them like you were.”

Jimin started telling Hoseok about how Jungkook was incredibly talented at drawing and painting things. “Jungkook drew our friend’s wedding portrait.” He bragged. It was the first time you’d heard someone say his name. Jungkook.

You weren’t speaking but watching Jungkook draw, leaning slightly closer to get a better view. He was not just drawing the flowers, but you could see he was also drawing you. Or at least part of you. The watercolors were roughly spreading across the page, making the image of the flowers in your grasp. You practically preened, making a happy noise as you leaned into Jungkook, unaware of the fact that you were now touching beyond the unconscious comfort it gave you to be close to him.

Jimin was melting, however, watching the attention you gave his love. How you looked is how he felt. You watched Jungkook with thee expression he had only ever seen Jungkook himself make, when he found something interesting and beautiful and inspiring. He was sure you weren’t aware you were doing it.

While you were in your own little world, the afternoon went on with the activities. There were classic games like a two-legged race (which Jimin and Hoseok lost phenomenally at), a game of musical chairs that Hoseok won, and an egg toss that resulted in some impressive work by a pair of labrador hybrids. You watched everyone running around and having fun, and you looked like you wanted to get closer as Jimin and Namjoon entered the tug-of-war competition. Jungkook’s gaze went from you to the people lining up and back to you. Then he asked, “Want to go watch?”

You squeaked in surprise that he had directly addressed you and Jungkook patiently waited for you to compose yourself. You looked back at where Jimin and Namjoon playfully pretended to stretch and warm up, jokingly eyeing the hybrids that had volunteered to play. It looked fun, and Jungkook’s large friend looked strong, like a bull hybrid you’d seen once. You found yourself nodding and wordlessly, your hand moved to grasp Jungkook’s.

He watched it happen in slow motion, your hand moving from your lap towards his own where he mindlessly swung his pen around. He let the pen fall from his fingers in favor of opening his palm to you. Your hand was so small compared to his that he almost cooed. Your fingers wrapped around his and you looked at him with a vulnerability that made him want to place himself between you and anything that even thought about looking at you.

Hoseok saw the exchange from his place by the snack table and grinned. He allowed himself a single yip of celebration.

Jungkook led you to the tables nearest the competition and when Jimin saw the two of you watching he started acting cute, doing little dances and waving. It made you blush and hide in Jungkook’s shoulder, giggling to yourself. Jungkook gave Jimin a thumbs up and mouthed ‘keep it up’. Namjoon watched the whole interaction with thinly veiled amusement and made a note to himself. Before Jimin could make you laugh any more, the staff member officiating the tug-of-war game started talking and telling everyone the rules.

The tarp with mud was pulled into the middle of the field and the players lined up. You peaked out from behind Jungkook’s shoulder and watched as his friends lined up with five other random attendees and got into place.

You were sure the hybrids would win immediately. Hybrids were created to be stronger than humans. However, when the whistle blew and everyone started pulling in their own direction, it was clear why the human team had put Namjoon at the very back of the rope. At first he was leaning back to resist the pull of the hybrids, but after a moment, when the team had gotten their bearings, he turned and started walking in the other direction, the rope over his shoulder. Namjoon was strong. You watched him with wide eyes, huddling close to Jungkook.

Just like when you had taken his seat, this scent surrounded you. It was lavender and something else you didn’t have a name for: but with him close you got a better whiff. It was a warm scent, earthy and musky. You hadn’t smelled something like it before and you decided you liked it. You tried to inhale discreetly, rubbing your cheek against Jungkook’s shoulder. The scenting was almost unconscious. Almost. There was a part of you that wanted some of the smell on yourself, so even when the day was over and you were back in your room at The Violet, you would have the memory of him still on your cheek.

Jungkook was completely unaware of the scenting. All he knew was that you had started nuzzling him and he thought it was endearing. He was struggling to focus on the tug-of-war match in front of him. And when one of the humans slips and falls into the tarp of mud, his laughter is partly at their expense and partly an excuse to indulge in the happiness he felt that you had warmed up to him. He doesn’t catch you looking at him over his shoulder, smiling at the sound of his laughter.

Eventually, nature had the last say. Namjoon was strong, but not seven hybrids strong. The human side of the rope was pulled into the mud and Jimin’s shout of defeat startled you. So much so that you jumped and moved back behind Jungkook. He let you grip his hand, moving his other hand to stroke your arm in assurance.

“It’s okay…” He realized at that moment that he didn’t even know your name. “Jimin is just playing.” He soothed. Jimin. That was his name.

“Is he okay?” You ask quietly. It’s the first full sentence you’ve spoken in the hour you had spent with him. Jungkook grinned and it was stunning you.

“He’s fine, bun.” He resorted to the nickname he’d heard Hoseok use, and you clicked your approval and rubbed your forehead against Jungkook’s back. Your face warmed with embarrassment but you couldn’t help yourself.

Jimin came bounding up then, covered in mud and grinning ear to ear. He gave Jungkook a kiss that Jungkook scrunched his nose at because Jimin was completely covered in mud.

“We almost won.” He insisted.

“If only your team was full of Joonies.” Jungkook laughed.

Jimin noticed you peeking out at him from behind Jungkook’s shoulder but didn’t say anything. He just gave you a smile that left you smiling yourself. Then he excused himself to try and get as much mud off as possible for the ride home. “Make sure Kook doesn’t get into any trouble, okay?” He asked you. He waited until you nodded shyly before taking off.

The mention of the event ending had dread plummeting your stomach to the ground. You knew eventually that Jungkook would leave but you had pushed those thoughts out of your mind. Of course he had to go. Jimin had to go, too. They had lives to get back to and they couldn’t stay and feed you strawberries all day. It made you sad and your ears drooped, tickling Jungkook’s cheek. He could sense the mood shift and to cheer you up asked if you wanted to share a plate of strawberries. Then when you two sat back down you ate all of them.

When the staff members started canvasing the garden, the sun was starting to set. They were rounding up hybrids and telling them to say their final goodbyes to the friends they had made. You were sitting in between Jimin and Jungkook, dozing off, your head lolling forward as you struggled to stay awake and enjoy your last moments with them. In your heart you longed for a different life. One where instead of the staff member squeezing your shoulder and quietly letting you know it was time to start heading out, Jungkook would let you sleep, safe and warm with his scent beside you, until it became so late that he carried you to your bed—no, your nest. In this dream you had a nest of your own. A warm place of blankets, pillows, lavender, and bergamot.

But that wasn’t your life, and in your life, Hoseok was coming to collect you and walk with you back to your dorm. Pushing the urge to cry down, you barely managed a sound as you gave Jungkook’s hand one last squeeze. You two hadn’t let go since the tug-of-war game. It was a heartbreaking thing to see, and Jimin was equally moved when you said goodbye to him, your soft voice floating up to his ears.

The group watched you go and when you disappeared around the corner, the mood was noticeably depressed. Jungkook looked like a kicked puppy. Jimin’s hand was going up and down his back in an attempt to soothe him but honestly, even he didn’t know what to say. Jungkook had obviously connected with you and you with him.

“Maybe we can come back and visit her,” he offered quietly. Jungkook was blinking rapidly, nodding his head.

“Have you ever thought of adopting a hybrid?” Namjoon chose this moment to bring up what he had been thinking the whole day. Jimin and Jungkook shot their heads in his direction.

“What?” Jimin asked at the same moment Jungkook said “Could we?”

Namjoon’s expression was that of self-satisfaction.

“Those were all hybrids that live at The Violet.” He stated the obvious. “The long-term goal isn’t for them to spend the rest of their lives there. It’s for them to be adopted and get to live their lives in a home where they are safe and free to live autonomously with people who will love and care for them. That’s probably part of The Violet’s aim in bringing them here to the event. If anyone were to be interested in adopting a hybrid, they have the opportunity to interact with some and get a feel for what would fit best in their homes and lives.”

Jimin was going back and forth between looking at Namjoon and looking at Jungkook, who was looking as though someone had handed him banana milk on a platter and he found out there was a million dollars in the bottom of the jug.

Then, Jungkook seemed to deflate. He was staring at the table, processing what Namjoon had said. Watching you leave had felt like having his heart wretched out of his chest. It was worse knowing you didn’t want to leave. But he had learned enough in the seminars to know that taking care of a hybrid was a big job. They needed a lot of attention and care. You had to be an expert on your hybrid because they were relying on you to keep them safe and healthy. Jungkook didn’t know if he was up for that kind of responsibility. “I can’t take care of a hybrid by myself.”

The words were mumbled, as though he were just processing aloud and hadn’t realized he’d spoken at all. And he hadn’t realized. Not until Jimin made a disapproving sound and his hand went to Jungkook’s thigh. He squeezed it lightly and Jungkook looked up at him.

“No, you can’t.” He was staring so softly at Jungkook that the younger boy almost missed how negative his words were. Almost. Part of him had hoped Jimin would disagree and tell Jungkook he was entirely capable of taking care of you. So, Jungkook looked on, confused and slightly betrayed as his boyfriend leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

“But we can.”

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A Place For Us (KSJ x F!reader)

pairing: ex-boxer!Seokjin x lawyer!reader (from On The Ropes)

genre(s): angst! and fluff

au(s): established relationship, parents au

word count: 4.5k

warnings: Seokjin and OC are older (late 40s/early 50s), being a parent is hard, moody teenagers, revelations, mentions of infertility, words are exchanged, lots of crying, doubts and insecurities about relationships, flashbacks, making up (happy ending yay!), brief makeout session at the beginning

rating: pg-15 (the OTR universe is 18+)

summary: It’s always on the most momentous occasions that things fall apart - but with some luck, love is always enough to bring people back together.

a/n: Happy 1 year anniversary to OTR! I’ve had this drabble in my head for quite some time, and I shed so many tears writing it. It’s pretty angsty, but really special to me (and you get to meet the newest member of the Kim family!). The title of this is inspired by my absolute favorite book, A Place for Us by Fatima Farheen Mirza. Nothing I write will ever come close to it, but please go and read it right now (the drabble can wait). I hope you enjoy!!

glossary: olchaeng-i (tadpole)

Seokjin darts his eyes nervously between the two options - black tartan or blue paisley, and feels pain shoot up between his eyebrows. Rubbing his eyes, he lets out a heavy sigh, wondering if it was finally time to go see the eye doctor after you’d begged him for weeks.

He hears the door close softly behind him, and your telltale perfume waft into the room, the warmth of your arms wrapping around his back.

“I don’t know why you even bother, you always pick blue,” you whisper into his ear, and he turns at the sound of your voice.

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