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Double Date | Choi Soobin

Summary: After your friend tricks you into going on a last-minute double date with her, you find yourself enjoying yourself a lot more than originally anticipated.

word count: 3.2k

A few hours ago, my best friend Sage had frantically called me, asking that I come over urgently. Concerned by her tone of voice over the phone, I bolted out of my apartment and arrived at her place as fast as my feet could take me. However, to my surprise, when she opened the door, I wasn’t met with a distraught-looking Sage. No, I was met with Sage, standing at the front door with a beaming smile on her face! “Y/N, thank God you’re here! I need help picking out an outfit.” She said, pulling me deep into her apartment and toward her bedroom. 

“An outfit for what?” I groaned, relaxing the trip down here was most likely all for nothing. 

“My date, duh! It’s the same guy I was messaging all week from that dating app.” Sage stated, as if it were some obvious fact I should’ve already known. The last I had heard about the dating app guy was that he took too long to respond, so she had moved on. I guess there must’ve been some reconciliation I hadn’t known about. As we approached the tiny bedroom, I glanced around, noticing all of the clothes sprawled out on the floor, some on the bed, some on her desk chair. It looked like a crime scene. 

“Sage, you called me over here for nothing…” I pouted as I sat on the edge of the bed. She went back to the closet, and the sound of hangers scraping against the rod filled the room as we both went quiet. I could’ve done without the involuntary marathon run I just endured, all for a date I wasn’t even going on. 

“It’s not for nothing, it’s an emergency. I really want this to work out.” She said, pulling out three different dresses and throwing them on the bed, before turning back to face the closet again. 

“I thought you stopped talking to this guy, like…a week ago. Now you’re going out with him?” I sighed, lying down and looking up at the ceiling, waiting for my next set of directions. 

“Well, I did at one point. But then he reached back out and explained that he didn’t actually ghost me, he’s just really, really shy. I guess he got nervous.” Sage shrugged, throwing a white cami on top of my head. “Woops.” She called out, swiping the material off my face. I glared at her, but she didn’t even notice, her nose deep in her closet again, most likely looking for her pair of lucky jeans. The same ones she stole from me two years ago and swore she’d give back. 

“That’s sort of sweet,” I responded. Sage hummed, glancing at me. 

“What’s sweet?” She asked, taking another cami off the hanger and throwing it on the bed. 

“That he’s shy, at least he was comfortable enough to share that with you. I mean, I get where he’s coming from, I’m kind of shy too,” I explained. 

“Yeah, that’s true. You know what's funny? I mentioned you.” Sage giggled. “I told him that my best friend was really shy, so I could handle the whole ‘socially awkward’ thing.” My eyes went wide, and I covered my face with my hands.  

“Sage, don’t tell random people that I’m socially awkward. That’s embarrassing.” I whined, throwing one of the shirts on her bed back at her, which she narrowly dodged.

“No, I’m glad I brought you up! He was telling me that he has a friend who’s even shyer than him, and we think you guys would make a perfect match!” Sage clapped her hands together excitedly.

 Oh no… The realization hit me then and there. I wasn’t invited here to help her pick out an outfit; I was invited here for a setup. “Sage, please don’t tell me this is what I think it is…” I sat up hurriedly, my palms becoming sweaty. 

“Y/N, you barely go out, let alone date. And if I had asked you, I know you wouldn’t have agreed.” Sage rushed over to me, grabbing my hands. But I was defiant. I kept on shaking my head. 

“No. I am NOT going to go on a date with this guy’s awkward friend. If this is your first date, why are you trying to make me tag along?” I said. 

“Because… I think it would make the guy I’m going out with feel a little better if he were able to bring his friend with him. But his friend can’t be the third wheel, so we had to find a date for him. I think you guys would be perfect for each other.” Sage tried to convince me. She searched my face for any sign of consideration for her plan, but found nothing but disinterest. Finally, she let go of my hands and let out a frustrated sigh. “Fine…If you go on this date for me, I’ll let you wear your lucky jeans that I stole, and you can take them back permanently when we’re done.” Now, at this suggestion, my ears perked up. 

I looked at Sage, squinting, silently weighing my options in my head. If I go on this date, regardless of how good or bad it will be, I’m getting my jeans back regardless. So, technically, a few hours of torture would be worth it, right? “You’ve got yourself a deal,” I said. Sage shot up, jumping and cheering. 

“Yay, quick, we only have like… twenty minutes before we have to head out. Let me get your jeans…” She said, checking her phone for the time before heading back into the closet and rummaging through another drawer. As I waited for her to hand me ½ of my outfit, I began to wonder about this mystery guy I’d be going out with tonight. 

“Hey, so about this friend…Do you know his name?” I tried to make it sound like I wasn’t too interested in knowing anything about this guy. Judging by how socially awkward he sounded, I was under the impression this would be a ‘one and done’ type of situation. I didn’t expect to fall in love with him. I mean, an hour ago, I didn’t even know I was going on a date. Plus, there was always a chance that this guy was ugly. 

“Um, So…Se…Soo…I forget.” Sage said, pulling off her t-shirt and putting on the white cami from earlier. “All I know is that his name starts with an S.” 

Well, that figures…I thought. I guess I was literally going out with a total stranger. I didn’t even know his name. I wonder if his friend had remembered to tell him mine? Or was he walking into this thing just as clueless as I was? 

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By the time we finished getting ready and rushed out, I could feel all sorts of knots forming in my stomach as we got closer and closer to the restaurant. Sage’s date plus ‘S’ friend still hadn’t arrived yet, but in their defence, the date wasn’t supposed to start until 7, and it was only 6:50. They had ten minutes to spare. As the hostess seated us in a booth toward the back of the restaurant, Sage wrestled me away from the seat facing the door. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snarled in the queistest voice I could muster up in order not to cause a scene in the packed restaurant. 

“You can’t sit by the door! Number one, you don’t even know what they look like.” 

I rolled my eyes for the millionth time. 

“Sage, you don’t even know the name of the guy you’re forcing me to go on a date with, yet I’m the one who’s causing the issue here?” I grumbled. 

“Well, I at least know what MY date looks like.” She said smugly, as she pointed her finger toward herself. “Now, I’ll sit facing the door to keep a lookout for them. Besides, I want you to fully treat this as a blind date, Y/N. Like, try to keep the element of surprise going up until the very last minute.” Sage begged. 

I groaned, already wanting to go home. My stomach felt tight, and my palms were all sweaty by this point due to my growing nerves. I had never been that successful with dating, and I especially loathed first dates. They feel more like job interviews than just two people connecting. You say one wrong thing, and you run the risk of scaring the other person off. Well, if it ends in failure, at least I wasn’t the one who arranged this so-called “date”. 

After five minutes of small talk, Sage’s eyes went wide as she glanced toward the door. She stood up in a hurry, beginning to frantically flail her arms around, presumably trying to flag down her date, who must have just walked in. “Oh my god, that’s him.” She said more to herself than to me before running towards him and meeting him halfway in the restaurant. The guy was relatively tall, and just like all of Sage’s past boyfriends, he was incredibly handsome. Apparently, from what Sage was telling me on the way here, her date was really into music and was studying music composition at university. The two of the walked back toward the table hand in hand. They made a cute couple already, but to be honest, I wasn’t completely focused on the two of them. I found myself instead looking around confusedly, scanning the restaurant for another solo guy. You know, the one I was dragged out here to keep company for. When Sage and her date made it back to the table, the man quickly and warmly introduced himself to me. His name was Taehyun, and he gave me a kind, shy smile before slightly bowing her head. I introduced myself before shooting Sage an impressed look while Taehyun was looking at the ground. She pursed her lips together, poorly concealing her giddy expression. Taehyun suddenly looked back up from the ground, almost as if he had just remembered something extremely important. 

“Oh, Y/N, don’t worry, my friend is here. He offered to park the car, but I don’t know what’s taking him so long.” Ah, so his friend is here, not M.I.A as I originally thought. I don’t know if I was feeling a sense of relief or dread. I guess I really had to go through with this date. I nodded my head in understanding, looking behind me toward the front door before scanning my head out toward the window. But it didn’t make much sense to look out of the window since it was almost dark out by now. I probably wouldn’t be catching a glimpse of him. I just had to wait and- “Oh, there you are!” Taehyun pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned my head toward the mysterious figure and…Holy shit. 

There he stood, behind Taehyun, even though standing behind him didn't make him any less visible. He must’ve been over six feet tall by the looks of it. His eyes were big and avoidant. He made eye contact with me, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. Almost as if someone hit pause. “Y/N, Sage, this is my best friend, Soobin.” 

He gave me a small wave. He hadn’t even looked at Sage yet. His eyes kept darting from my own back to his shoes, and then the window behind me on repeat. 

“Nice to meet you.” Sage acknowledged him with a tilt of her head. She slid into the seat right next to me, and the two guys slid in on the other side. Soobin sat opposite me, and Sage and Taehyun quickly fell into their own world. Again, Soobin’s eyes continued to move between mine and the menu placed in front of him on the table. He had on a sweatshirt, and his hands were placed in his pockets. I knew I had to come up with some sort of conversation starter, but I wasn’t sure of what to say. I suddenly felt self-conscious in front of him, even though it was quite obvious that he must’ve been just as nervous as I was. I just had to blurt something out and fast. 

“So…when did you find out you were being dragged to this?” I piqued up after a few minutes of awkward silence. He glanced back up at me, looking surprised that I had spoken. 

“Um…Last night.” He softly said with the tiniest hint of a smile peaking through. 

His voice was surprisingly deep and didn’t match his face. He had one of those sweet-looking faces, yet his voice made him sound so intimidating. I hated to admit it, since I technically didn't even want to be here, but with each passing second, I was growing more and more intrigued by him. I knew whoever he was or ended up looking like, I was 99.9% positive that the guy wouldn’t be ugly, but I hadn't expected him to be this handsome, and that was without him even saying more than five words. But of course, there was always the chance that he had the personality of a wet blanket, so…

“Oh, you’re lucky, I found out I was going on this date two hours ago.” He raised his eyebrows in surprise. 

“What, why wouldn’t she have told you last night? That’s when they made the plans, supposedly?” He asked curiously, almost seeming offended that Sage told me about this at the last minute. 

“She assumed if I had a choice, I would’ve turned it down, which, you know what…was probably the truth.” I shrugged. He nodded his head in understanding. 

“Yeah, I tried to get out of it too,” Soobin replied, now fully looking at me without feeling the need to glance down at the menu every three seconds. “But, uh, I don’t know, I’m sort of glad I decided to come now.” He said, his eyes locked on mine. My heart was racing, and my throat felt dry. Okay, so not only is he hot, but he definitely has a personality opposite of a wet blanket. Shit,  now I was fully invested. I didn’t even try to hide the red creeping onto my cheeks. As we continued to talk, I learned that he was in college too. Studying to be a teacher. He began to swipe through different photos on his phone from his semester as a student teacher. He apparently really loved the class he taught and grew attached to them. As he added in more and more detail about his life, I felt those dormant butterflies begin to flutter again after such a long time. I learned that he had met Taehyun through school and that they had been friends for a few years now. As the conversation became deeper, I completely forgot about the original description I was given about Soobin. He didn’t seem shy at all. If anything, he seemed to be so kind and funny, and he had all of these interesting stories. He was just so fascinating to listen to. Eventually, he turned all of the questions onto me. Asking what I was studying, what I did in my free time, and where we both discovered that we loved reading and most of the same video games. 

Apparently, we had been visiting the same few bookstores and library branches for months and hadn’t crossed paths yet. Eventually, we forgot that Sage and Taehyun were sitting right next to us. It wasn't until Sage tapped on my shoulder that I finally turned my attention away from Soobin momentarily. “Hey, we’re gonna go get coffee, if you guys want to come,” Sage suggested as she and Taehyun slid out and up from the booth. 

“Uh…” I looked at Soobin, scanning his expression of disinterest, and it seemed that since he had an audience of people looking at him, he somewhat reverted to his shy exterior from when we first met. “I think we’ll catch up with you guys later.”

“Are you sure?” Taehyun asked. We both nodded, and after leaving money for their half of the bill, they were off, and Soobin and I were left alone again. He quickly snapped back to that friendly side of his personality as we began to speak again. 

“I don’t know about coffee, but do you maybe wanna get out of here and find somewhere else to go?” Soobin offered after a few more minutes of banter. I eagerly agreed and followed him out after we paid. We made it back to his car before getting in and quickly turning the heat on as the cold air was making our noses turn red. 

“So, where are we going to go? You have anywhere in mind?” I asked Soobin excitedly. He smiled at me before letting out a laugh and looking away. “What?” I giggled. 

“I lied, I have no idea where we could go…Maybe a different coffee shop. I just want to get to spend time with you without our friends. When I agreed to come last night, I did it as a way to help my friend out since he was really nervous. I didn’t really view it as a date. But then I saw you and now we’re talking, and I didn’t expect to have so much in common with you and…I don’t know, now I want to take you on a proper date.” I felt like doing backflips out of pure excitement at his words. 

“I feel the same way. I didn’t want to come to this, but now that I met you, I’m so glad I did.” I said shyly, suddenly embarrassed to make eye contact with him. 

“Maybe next time you’re free, I can take you on a proper date?” He tilted his head slightly, his hand now on top of mine as we continued to face each other, as the heat from the car vents blasted hot air in our faces. Maybe it was the car temperature that made me feel so hot, or the sound of his deep voice asking me out on another date, but I suddenly felt the urge to lean forward and kiss him. But just before I could even make a move, Soobin was already one step ahead of me. All of a sudden, his fingers were holding my chin in place, and his soft lips were molded against my own. We continued to kiss, barely coming up for air. My hands in his hair, almost completely sitting on top of him. I was making out with a guy I met an hour ago in his car, or at least I think this was his car. I didn’t even have his phone number yet. The only thing that made us stop was the sound of approaching familiar voices. I quickly rolled off of him and back into the passenger's seat just as our friends approached the car. Soobin still kept his hand on top of mine as Taehyun appeared outside of the driver’s side window.  

“Hey! There you are. Why didn’t you guys come in for coffee?” Soobin and I shot each other a knowing glance before bursting out laughing. 

After everyone said goodbye, while Sage and Taehyun were talking, Soobin pulled me aside. 

“So…when can we schedule that proper date we were talking about earlier?” He said with his arm around my shoulder. 

“After you get my number,” I smirked, feeling confident all of a sudden. He frantically reached for his phone in his pocket, ready for the digits. 

Maybe not all double dates are bad? 

{A/N: Started this a month ago, but I finally finished it on my birthday! I don't have much to write in this note other than that I hope you all enjoy🩵 . As always, have a great day/night,, and I love you, mwahhh💋💋💋💋}

[avianyuh]

Just Shut Up! | Park Jimin

neighbor pjm x reader

{ Part One -> Part Two } -> masterlist

Summary: Unsure of her feelings for Jimin, the reader finds herself on the fence after another interrupted night, thanks to another one of Jimin's late-night parties. In a fit of rage, she confronts one of Jimin's friends, who seems to take a liking to Y/N in her sleep-deprived state. However, one question remains...where does Jimin fit into this equation?

word count: 3.1k

“If I do go out tonight, don’t worry about the noise.” His words were ringing in my ears the rest of the day as I tidied up my apartment. What did he mean by that? Was he implying he wouldn’t be bringing home random women going forward? Or that he would genuinely try to be quieter?

Technically, I had no right to be upset if Jimin continued to bring women home. After all, I was nothing more than his neighbor. The only thing he owed me was some peace and quiet…But if he meant that he wouldn’t be bringing anyone home with him anymore, then did that mean that he was interested in me? But if that was the case, then to what extent? Oh God, I felt like I was spiraling. 

I debated whether I should drop by his apartment, but by the time I mustered up the courage, there was no light emitting from his apartment door, seemingly confirming that Jimin had already left for the night. I sighed as I stood outside his door. Maybe it truly was for the best.

I mean, seriously, what was I gonna do sitting across from him, as he made me dinner and stared into my soul with those dark brown eyes and smirked at me? Control myself, just thank him for the food, and leave? If only it’d be that easy. The last thing I should be doing is voluntarily spending time around my hot neighbor across the hall, who seemed to be allergic to spending more than one night with the same woman. 

I retreated back to my apartment and decided to order some food and then call it a night. It was still Saturday night, so I could sleep in as late as I wanted tomorrow morning, which I was actually looking forward to. 

Unfortunately, after scarfing down my Chinese takeout at lightning speed, taking a hot shower, and passing out in bed, I was rudely awoken around two in the morning by guess who? All I could hear was loud music, the bass bumping and vibrating through the floorboards. I could hear a man laughing, but the laugh wasn’t familiar. This voice sounded deeper than Jimin's. “I can’t believe he sent me out here to smoke.” The voice yelled, followed by a group of men laughing in response. 

I couldn’t believe it, after Jimin had explicitly told me he’d try to keep the noise level to a minimum. I groaned as I kicked my comforter and sheets off me and stormed out of my bedroom. Two in the fucking morning, and it sounds like he’s throwing a rave. Before I could even stop myself, I walked all the way to the front door and swung it open. Two men I had never seen before were out in the hallway. One sitting on the top of the stairs. His hands and arms were covered in tattoos, and his lower lip was pierced. He was wearing a beanie and a tight black t-shirt. The other guy was leaning up against the wall next to Jimin’s front door, smoking a cigarette. He was buffer than the one on the stairs with tan skin, almost a honey-like complexion. His face read off colder than the tattooed one, ironically. The one leaning up against the wall met my eyes and stood up straight, and the one on the stairs' eyes went wide. “Oh shit…”, he mumbled as he scurried to his feet. 

The one with the cigarette smirked, taking another drag of his cigarette before speaking. By this point, I must’ve looked like I was seething with rage. Not only were they being loud and disruptive, but one of them was acting smug. After he let out another puff of smoke, he started speaking, “You must be the girl Jiminie was telling us about. Sorry, he told us to keep it down.” He laughed at his own statement, and the tattooed one went tight-lipped as he glanced between his friend and me. I assumed they must have been good friends with Jimin if he was calling Jimin by nicknames. But that was neither here nor there in this present moment. 

“Oh, really? He told you to keep it down? Then why the fuck is he blasting music? It’s two o’clock in the morning!” I screeched, my eyes must’ve been bugging out. 

The one with the cigarette looked surprised for a moment as he slipped his free hand into his pocket, leaning his weight back up against the wall. “I don’t know, there’s some girl in there who wanted some free dance lessons.” To this, the tattooed one laughed, though he immediately went silent when I shot him a nasty look.  

“Hold on a second…what about you? Weren’t you the one yelling about being forced to smoke outside? Don’t you have any consideration for the people in this building trying to sleep? The fuck is your problem?” I pointed my finger at him, which made him raise an eyebrow. 

“Damn, for two in the morning, you’ve got a lot of energy…” The man responded, staring me up and down. “But you’re right, that was inconsiderate, I apologize.” He said before taking another drag. 

“Thank you. I’m sorry for lashing out, but he- well, by he, I mean Jimin, promised he’d keep it down, so when I woke up to the sound of yelling and this loud music, it just pissed me off.” I explained, to which the two men nodded. “When or if you’re going back inside, could you tell him to keep the music down?” I added, before I was about to head back into my apartment. If it wasn’t for the fact that his friend had let it slip that Jimin was giving out “dance lessons” to some girl he met at the club, I would’ve gone in myself, but honestly, I was too tired and disappointed to face him. My fantasy lasted what? Three or four days before it was shattered. He truly meant that he would try to keep the noise down, not that he would give up his womanizing ways. 

“Taehyung.” I heard from behind me as I planted my hand on my doorknob. I turned back around, confused. 

“Huh?” I asked. The man exhaled more smoke. 

“My name’s Taehyung. I stop by here a lot, so I figured we should know each other’s names.” He shrugged. 

“But don’t you typically lurk around here at night?” I said in a teasing tone, though my question was genuine. 

“Mmm, not all of the time, sometimes I go out in the sun,” Taehyung smirked. “Oh, and the quiet one over there is Jungkook.” He gestured toward his friend, the one all tatted and pierced up. Jungkook waved at me, offering up another small apology under his breath. And just when I had written Jimin and his friends off as complete assholes, at least his friends proved me wrong. 

“It’s nice to meet you, so I guess I’ll see you around then?” I smiled at them both, though my eyes met with Taehyung’s again as I slowly closed the door. Just as the door closed, I could hear them saying goodbye and goodnight, and a few minutes later, they must’ve gone back inside because the music stopped not long after that, and the laughing and yelling came to a halt. At least his friends could keep a promise. When I woke up the next morning, I had noticed a small piece of paper that looked like it had been ripped out of a notebook. It had a number scribbled on it, and it was signed with the letter T. I immediately knew who it was and couldn’t help but bite my lip in excitement. Who knew that the best way to score a hot guy’s phone number was to yell at him in the middle of the night? I wasn’t exactly sure what my game plan was. If I should call or text him, or just disregard it. After all, he was Jimin’s friend, and if dating Jimin was risky, wouldn’t it be just as risky to date his friend, who was apparently around a lot? I placed the number on my coffee table, figuring I’d just sit on the idea for a few hours, though with every passing second, I became more intrigued by the idea of reaching out to Taehyung. 

Late Sunday afternoon, there was a very light knock at my door. I had a gut feeling that I knew who was on the other side of the door. I looked through the peephole, trying my best not to make any noise and creep to the door undetected. Yep, just as I suspected. There stood Jimin, his head down as he stood in front of my door. I let out a long exhale from my nose, rolling my eyes, and braced myself as I opened the door. Jimin looked up with a soft, yet apologetic smile on his lips. His hands were behind his back, and by the way he was standing, he almost resembled a guilty kid, knowing that they were on the verge of having their favorite toy taken away. 

“Y/N, God, I’m so sorry about last night. I was only planning on bringing a few friends back, but more people tagged along than I originally anticipated, and things got out of hand-” Before Jimin could continue to ramble on, I cut him off.

“Jimin, it’s fine, I get it. Honestly, I was asking too much of a complete stranger. You’re the kind of guy who likes to throw a lot of parties, and those parties run pretty late. I guess I was just angry because you promised me you’d keep it down, and I thought you were being sincere.” I shrugged, trying to play off my frustration. At this point, I just wanted to go back to not knowing much about him. I was starting to get the sense that Jimin was the type of guy to make you feel like the only person in the world for five or ten minutes that felt like an eternity, before moving on to the next person. You know…rinse and repeat. To my dismay, it worked on me, and for that, I was starting to resent him. 

“Y/N, I was being sincere, and I still want to get to know you. Please, let’s just try to start over.” Jimin begged as he slowly stepped further into my apartment. His eyes were beady and pleading, and he was hard to resist. 

“Jimin…” I sighed, tensing up as he took hold of my hands in his own. I looked down at the sight, then back up at his pleading eyes. “Fine.” I caved. “But I’m serious, Jimin, if we’re going to be friends, not just neighbors, you have to keep the music down. Even your friends were loud last night…” I said, thinking back to Taehyung and Jungkook. 

“When they came back inside, Taehyung told me that the music woke you up, but he didn’t mention the yelling…” Jimin said, now leaning against my kitchen counter, having fully made his way into my apartment by now. He didn’t look hungover or anything of the sort, though he did have some dark circles under his eyes. 

“He apologized, so it’s not a big deal,” I explained, quickly glancing over at the phone number resting on the edge of my coffee table. A small part of me was hoping Jimin would notice it, curious to what his reaction would be, or if he’d even realize that the phone number belonged to Taehyung. Jimin followed my eyes in the direction of the table, squinting slightly to zero in on whatever I was looking at. “Um, he’s a uh, pretty interesting guy. A chainsmoker, I assume?” I pressed, trying to dig for more information about Taehyung. 

“Who? Taehyung? Yeah, he’s always smoking something.” Jimin chuckled, “Sorry if he gave you a hard time last night. I always have to banish him from my apartment because I hate his smoking habit. At my last place, he got me in trouble with my landlord, the smoke stuck to the furniture, and that was partially one of the reasons I wasn’t able to renew my lease. So in a way, Taehyung’s the reason I live here. He actually helped me find this place since he lives a few blocks down.” At the sound of this new info, my interest was piqued. Though in front of Jimin, I tried to act nonchalant. 

“Oh, wow. Maybe that’s why he mentioned he’s always ‘around’?”I said in air-quotes. 

“Oh God, did he say that to you?” Jimin faced palmed. “Tae’s always around here, yet whenever I stop by his place, he’s never home. Dude’s everywhere but at his own apartment. But we’ve been friends since High School, so I put up with it.” Jimin shook his head, most likely silently reminiscing about all of his memories with Taehyung from over the years. I stared at him, taking in his tired eyes, messy hair, and plump lips, and the small but evident smile that was rarely missing. 

“Do you want a cup of coffee or something?” I couldn’t help but offer, to which Jimin eagerly accepted. As I had my back turned, I hadn’t noticed that Jimin had left his previous position at the kitchen counter and was now wandering around my apartment as I set up the coffee. 

“Is this the magazine you work for?” Jimin asked, as he held up a copy of an old issue from months ago. One, I had a small editor's note that I decided to keep just in case that ended up being the highlight of my career. 

“Yeah, but that’s from the March issue from earlier this year. It was the first time I was able to get my name in the magazine, so I kept it.” I said, which made Jimin raise an eyebrow in curiosity as he started to skim through the pages. 

I could hear him humming in approval as he flipped through the pages, until he must’ve landed on the small mention of my work, to which I heard him mutter, “Here you are!” excitedly, more so to himself than to me. I tilted my head down, trying to conceal the blush that was creeping onto my cheeks. No one typically asked me about work, so hearing Jimin express even some remote interest was out of the ordinary for me. 

After I had grabbed two mugs and some milk from the fridge, I briefly lost sight of Jimin. I furrowed my brows, scanning the room until my eyes landed on his slender frame, looking down at my coffee table. Wait, oh shit…

I watched in horror as Jimin picked up the ripped piece of paper that contained his best friend’s phone number. That phone number was a crucial detail I had left out of our conversation from earlier, and Jimin wasn’t stupid. He knew I had purposefully left out that itty-bitty detail. 

“T?” Jimin questioned, looking up toward the ceiling, seemingly in deep concentration. He looked back down at the number, most likely going over every digit, mouthing the phone number quietly to himself as he held the flimsy piece of paper in between both thumbs and pointer fingers. And then, his eyes went wide, and Jimin looked like he had just discovered the secrets of the universe. “T…” Jimin slowly turned back toward me, “Taehyung? Did Taehyung give you his number?” Jimin quizzed me, waving the piece of paper up in front of his face.

“Oh…uh, yeah. He must’ve slipped it under my door after I had gone back to bed.” I anxiously laughed, scratching my head. 

“Why wouldn’t you mention that to me? We were just talking about him?” Jimin asked, placing the number back down on the table, crossing his arms in front of his chest. 

“I don’t know. I guess I thought it’d be weird.” I said, not entirely sure of what to say and what to omit in the present moment. 

“Why would it be weird?” Jimin tilted his head to the left, walking back toward me. His voice was lower now, and his smile had faded. 

“Well…I mean, it might be complicated if I were seeing one of your friends. If anything ever went wrong, it might make things awkward around here.” I tried to argue. 

“Hm, and that’s the only reason?” Jimin whispered, now standing in front of me, backing me up against the counter. His lips were hovering right next to my ear. My heart was racing, and my fingers gripped the edges of the countertops tightly. 

“What other reason would there be?” I tried to keep my composure. My eyes were glued to the ground. I refused to give in, I couldn’t…

“Maybe the fact that you and I both know that there’s something here.” His lips grazed my ear as he gestured between us with one of his hands. 

“Really? I wasn’t aware that the attraction was mutual.” I felt like I couldn’t breathe as I tried to play along with his games. I was beginning to think that I wasn’t built for this. 

“Ever since I laid my eyes on you, all I wanted to do was get you into my bed.” Jimin started to place strategic kisses behind my ear, then began to trail them down my neck, squeezing the side of my waist with one hand. 

“How many times have you used that line on a girl?” I teased, which made him bite down on the skin of my neck in response. 

“All of that doesn’t matter. I haven’t been interested in anyone else since you; you’re all I can think about. You’re driving me crazy. And to think Taehyung thinks he can have you…Fucking idiot, he knew I had my eye on you.” He continued to place wet, hot kisses up and down both sides of my neck until I tried to pull away. Taehyung’s words from last night popped back in my mind, “...there’s some girl in there who wanted some free dance lessons.” I pulled Jimin away from me momentarily. 

“But what about the girl from last night? You were dancing with her or something?” I pressed. 

“I didn’t invite her back; she was a friend of another girl, my friend Namjoon invited back to the apartment. She left when everyone else left.” Jimin propped my chin up in between his fingers, “Please tell me you believe me.” He whispered. 

“So, all you did was dance with her?” He hummed in response, placing a chaste kiss on my lips. 

“I am a dancer after all.” He smirked before crashing his lips onto mine, his hands cupping my face, his hips pushing mine into the counter. My tongue fought for dominance against his own, with his ultimately winning. He spun me around, removing his lips from mine and leading me toward my bedroom door with his hand. I couldn’t resist him after all. I fully gave in, trusting his assertion that I was driving him crazy.

{A/N: Okay, here's part two, which means this fic is now officially completed! Thank you guys, for all the support on this story as always.

HOWEVER, just let me vent for a sec, because as of 03/10/2026...omg I don't even know where to start. If you don't care about Enhypen just keep scrolling...here's your 💋 and good day or night.

Now, for those who are like me in disbelief...

*Incoming vent* Lowkey kinda sad over the whole Heeseung situation. But to be fair, who isn't? Very confused because it seemed so random. I'm hoping this was HIS decision and the rumors of him being forced out aren't true. Just kinda weird how Enhypen only had a year left before contract renewal? I wonder why he wasn't willing to hold out for another year, considering most groups slow down promotions around the time of contract negotiations. It's just so strange, they just had a comeback...ughhh

Had to give my thoughts on Heeseung cuz my most popular story on AO3 is a Heeseung fic lol. I'm wishing him and the rest of EnHa the best. The whole situation sucks, but I'm sure more info will come soon about why this happened.

*Vent over*

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this fic. Love you all so much and as always mwahhhh💋💋💋💋💋

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JEEEESUUUUUSSSSSSSSSS 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

[avianyuh]

Just Shut Up! | Park Jimin

neighbor jimin x reader

Summary: Ever since your new neighbor moved in across the hall, you've had trouble sleeping for a multitude of reasons. The walls in your building are thin, so you can hear everything. Every time he's on the phone, has friends over, when he sneezes or coughs, oh, and of course, when he's having sex. Not to mention, your neighbor never even took the time to knock on your door to introduce himself. To make matters worse, work has been getting on your nerves, making you a bit more irritable than usual. You have every intention of telling this guy off if you ever get the chance to see him. Yet when that day comes, you find yourself attracted to your womanizing neighbor. Over time, you slowly find yourself caring less about sleep and more about your neighbor. Now, just the mere thought of him has you lying awake in bed.

PART TWO

word count: 3.7K - masterlist

Something really annoying happened last night.  So infuriating in fact, that’s been building up for weeks, I can’t even think about the whole debacle without my jaw clenching and hands forming into fists. But I'm getting ahead of myself…So let me set the scene for you. 

It was an average Wednesday. I had dragged my feet all the way from my apartment to the subway and then up the two flights of stairs to my office building. I worked for a very old, pushy lady as an assistant editor for TBD Magazine. TBD is an abbreviation for “To Be Determined” Magazine. A small financial magazine that’s published in a few neighboring towns and cities. I often felt underappreciated at work, never being given the opportunity to do much else other than look over what my few older coworkers write, mostly all older men.  I was itching to draft up a story of my own. However, despite my lack of a creative outlet, the job paid well, and it's not like I had anywhere else to go in the meantime. 

This particular Wednesday, I knew I had quite a few drafts to look over and was aware of the fact that I would probably be skipping lunch in order to make sure I didn't miss any impending deadlines. 

“Y/N!” Ms. Oh, my boss, snapped the minute I opened the door to the upstairs office. The office had always been a bit lifeless. I attributed the low office performance and declining sales to the horrendous decor inside. The floors were cement, with a few measly black and white fuzzy rugs draped all around to give the place some “flair”- as Ms. Oh had once described. We didn't even get a lot of light in the office. It was one big room and lots of desks sporadically placed in every dimly lit corner. 

Speaking of Ms. Oh, she was the very old, pushy old lady I was referring to. She always dressed in uniform suits and matching skirts, along with the occasional knit grandma sweater in the winter. She wore thick-framed glasses and appeared very slender and almost frail at times. For years, Ms. Oh claimed she was on the brink of retirement, but never seemed to follow through with her plans. She had started the magazine, which had gone through many makeovers and reinventions. TBD was the magazine’s latest rebrand, which was over a decade ago. She had hired me last year, as a way to reach a younger generation of readers. However, considering I had never gotten a chance to pen anything, I wasn’t exactly confident with the role I played in the company. Most mornings, I was able to slip inside and get to my desk undetected. However, much to my dismay, I guess on this particular day, Ms. Oh was up and alert. 

“Y/N, what took you so long? I’ve been waiting for what felt like hours.” Ms. Oh snapped again, hands placed on her hips. The rest of her loyal employees were already typing away at their desks, looking like middle-aged zombies. I glanced at my boss in confusion, looking up at the wall clock hung on the wall past Ms. Oh’s tall frame. 9 o’clock sharp, I wasn’t late at all. I cleared my throat, awkwardly shifting my bag from one shoulder to the other. Great, a shitty start to another shitty day, I thought to myself. All I wanted to do was get to my desk and get to those drafts. I couldn’t imagine what Ms. Oh could have possibly wanted from me. She knew my plate was already full, considering the fact that she’s the one who assigns my workload. 

“Ms. Oh, I always come in at 9,” I responded back, trying to make sure I didn’t sound defensive. I didn’t want to cause an even bigger issue. 

Ms. Oh tsked, shaking her head in disapproval. I raised an eyebrow, growing unnerved with each passing second. 

“I sent you an email. In that said email, I wrote that I needed to speak with you ASAP!” She shot back, eyes bugging out. An email? When the fuck did she send me an email? 

“I-I didn’t receive an email.” I started to become choked up. The last time I had checked my emails was yesterday at 4:50 PM. Ten minutes before I left for the night. 

“I sent you the email around 8 PM yesterday evening.” Ms. Oh growled. Why should I be expected to check my emails after work? I’m there for eight hours every day. If this lady needed something, why not A) Make sure to ask me during normal business hours, or B) If urgent after business hours, wait until the next day to ask at work. I’m not a doctor, I’m not on call 24/7. I work at a dying financial magazine for crying out loud! What could possibly be so important? 

“Um…I don’t check my work emails after normal business hours.” I tried to explain. Ms. Oh let out a heavy sigh. 

“Well, I need you to schedule a few meetings for me for early next week. I assumed if I sent the email last night, you’d have already started arranging everything. These are some pretty important people that I need you to gte a hold of. Funding for the magazine rests in the fate of these meetings. Since you never responded, I had to go out of my way to make sure you finally received my message.” She stepped back and gestured between us. “So…now you’ve received the message. She slightly glared at me before turning around, about to make her way back to her desk in her office. But before she did, without turning around, she chimed in again. “Y/N?” 

“Yes, Ms. Oh?” I was gripping the handle of my bag so tightly that my knuckles were now turning white. 

“I still expect all of those revised drafts on my desk by tomorrow morning, along with all of the meetings and arrangements made and scheduled.” And with that, she click-clacked her heels off and away. I felt like screaming or holding a pillow over my face and ending it all. Some days, I felt invisible at this job. Depending on my workload, I either appreciated never being bothered, but other days I wished I could run away and hide. Today, I was longing to be ignored and invisible. 

I made my way to my desk, throwing myself in my chair, squeezing my eyes shut for a split second, and breathing in deeply. It was going to be a long, long day. 

Around 5:30 later that day, I was almost done with my second-to-last draft. All of the meetings had been scheduled, and I was already writing down coffee orders and food allergies for all of the clients to keep on file for early next week. As I began to daydream about my warm, cozy bed, I was reminded of my asshole of a neighbor. He lived across the hall from me. Well, at least I think it’s a guy. I’ve never actually seen my neighbor. I’ve only heard a masculine voice sometimes talking or coughing or grunting while he has sex with various women throughout the last three months he’s lived across from me. 

The first time he woke me up with the sounds of his wild sex was only two weeks after he had first moved in. He never came over to introduce himself, so I didn’t bother either, and we seem to have opposite schedules. He’s always out when I get home from work, and he seems to come home late at night, most likely sleeping in until noon. Meanwhile, I’m already up and out of the house by 8 AM. On the weekends, he never seems to be around. It’s the one time of the week I get some peace and quiet. 

The only person, or I guess in this case, the only people I’ve seen come out of the apartment are various disheveled-looking women that this guy seems to take home. Some slip out in clothes they must have worn out to the club the night before. Their hair is always a mess, and their makeup is smudged beyond belief. Some of them look hungover, others waltz out of his apartment beaming. Some of them even have the audacity to say hello to me as we descend the stairs together in the morning. To me, it’s quite obvious that this guy, whoever he is, was a blatant womanizer. Normally, I don’t care and am all for sexual liberation, but his sex schedule directly interferes with my sleep schedule. So without even knowing it, my Playboy neighbor had entered a silent cold war with me. Like clockwork, every other night, around 1 or 2 in the morning, I would wake up to the sounds of moans and a squeaking bed. It would drag on for hours and I would never be able to get back to sleep, yelling out, "Just shut up", yet to no avail, the sounds would continue. I tried using noise-cancelling headphones, but the faintest sounds can still be made out. 

If he’s having sex, then his douchebag friends are over, also normally around 1 or 2 in the morning. They yell and cheer and blast music. One night, I tried banging on the door, but the music was so loud that no one heard. Or at least I’m assuming no one heard me banging on the door. Sometimes I wonder if they knew I was out there and just chose to ignore me. Like I said, my neighbor was an asshole. 

Considering last night had been pretty quiet, I had a bad feeling that tonight would be a repeat of all the other loud, sleepless nights. I didn’t know what was worse, the parties he’d throw or the women he’d bring home. I was hoping that by the time I finished up here, got home, showered, and eaten, I’d pass out right away and hopefully would stay asleep the entire night. I just wanted to forget that this day had ever happened. Besides, Thursday is Friday-eve. I was trying to be a bit more positive. 

By 7, I was out of the door, finally, and on my way home. By the time I made it into my apartment building, I allowed myself to breathe a sigh of relief. At least I was home and able to relax. When I made it to the fifth floor, where my apartment was situated, I pulled out my keys, ready to unlock the door. From behind me, I heard the door across from mine click open. I wasn’t facing him, but my eyes went wide at the sudden sound. Oh my god, I thought to myself. As I continued to try to unlock the door, I could sense that my asshole neighbor was just standing there, as I heard no footsteps, yet could see the light spilling out from his apartment onto the wooden floorboards. I had no intention of saying anything to him. After all, I hated this guy. He had been the root cause of my sleeping issues as of late. But as my key continued to jam into my lock, and as I recounted all of my angry wake up calls due in part to my neighbors loud sex, I began to grow more and more angry. Maybe I should turn around and say something. But before I could even turn around, my asshole neighbor started to speak. 

“You look like you’re struggling there.” He teased. His voice was smooth and sweet like honey. I slowly tunring around, leaving the key jammed into the lock. My eyes were met with a gorgeous man. He had a smirk on his face, as his dark eyes shifted between my face and the door knob, with my disloyal key still lodged in the lock. “I don’t think we’ve met yet, which is crazy since we live right across from each other. My name’s Jimin. I’ve knocked on your door a few times, but you never seemed to be home.” 

Jimin extended his hand out for me to shake, which I accepted. 

“I uh…My name is Y/N.” I introduced myself, pulling my hand away and tucking a piece of loose hair behind my ear. Though I was awestruck by him and was slowly beginning to understand just how he was landing all of these women, I knew I had to address the elephant in the room. “Believe it or not, but even though we haven’t met before, I knew a lot about you.” I joked, which had him furrowing his eyebrows, yet his face expressed that he was intrigued by my vague statement. “I hear you a lot at night. These walls are thin. You um…Lead quite the life.” I said, averting my gaze from his own. He looked amused, looking down but shyly. 

“Ah…I didn’t know the walls were that thin. I never hear you, so I assumed you couldn’t hear me. Have I been causing a disturbance?” He asked, tilting his head in curiosity. 

“Well, to put it lightly, you’ve routinely woken me up around 1 or 2 in the morning almost every week. I did try to tell you once, but I don’t think you heard me at the door.” You explained. Jimin covered his face with his hands, obviously embarrassed. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry Y/N. I was planning on going out tonight so I’m glad I ran into you beforehand.” Before I could stop myself, I let my own curiosity get the best of me. 

“You seem to go out a lot. What do you do for a living?” I inquired. 

“I’m a dancer. I work at clubs most nights. My friend, Namjoon, owns a club downtown, so most nights I perform there. That’s why I…” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “I get home so late.” 

“Normally, you bring a friend home with you. You have quite the roster; however, I never see any repeats.” I teased him, getting revenge for his opening line back when I couldn’t get my door open. I could play just as dirty sometimes. 

“I guess I haven’t found a need for repetition yet, but I’m not opposed to finding myself a series regular.” Jimin shrugged, stepping toward me, placing his hand on the small of my back. With the other, he twisted the key a few times, pressing the left side of his body against the door before we both heard the click of the lock. My breath hitched in my throat as he slid his hand down slightly lower, hovering just above my butt before he let go. 

“Well, now that we’ve finally met, I’m sure I’ll see you around.” He said in a low whisper. He gave me one last smirk before he locked his door and made his way down the flight of stairs. I quickly ran inside my apartment, shutting the door behind me and leaning up against it. Holy shit…I knew he had an ego. I knew he was a womanizer. But it’s easier to despise someone when you not only don’t have a name, but also don’t have a face to place to that name. Now I knew his name, his occupation, and was fully aware of the fact that he was one of the hottest guys I’d ever seen. And now I was on his radar, and I wasn’t entirely mad at the idea of that. 

~

After that brief but memorable introduction, I didn’t see Jimin around for the rest of the week. I did take note of the lack of noise coming from his apartment that night we met in the hallway. I wasn’t even sure if he had brought anyone home with him. Though for once, you could hear a pin drop in my apartment, I still had a hard time getting to sleep. I kept thinking back to his smile, how full his lips were, and fully understood why so many women would leave his apartment in the early morning hours smiling. I had never had a “one-night stand” but wouldn’t imagine I’d be leaving from one all giddy, but these women always did. He was a rarity. How many guys out there are hot dancers that mysteriously come and go as they please in this city? This is the first one I’ve ever met, and I wasn’t confident that I would meet another guy like him. I knew it was hypocritical to be fantasizing about my neighbor. Some might even call it a bad idea. In my defense, I don’t think lying awake, thinking about him was fantasizing; if anything, I was intrigued by him. 

By that Saturday, I had no plans to leave my apartment. I was halfway through the third season of the show I was watching and had absolutely nothing else to do on my agenda. Well, at least I didn’t have anything to do until I got hungry and realized I must’ve run out of food earlier in the week. Both the cabinets and the fridge were empty. I threw my head back in frustration as I stood in front of the chilly fridge, groaning as I realized I would have to venture out to the grocery store. 

So, I put on my shoes, grabbed my keys and some bags, and headed out the door. I glanced toward Jimin’s apartment, but the door was closed, and nothing could be heard from inside. Was he either already out for the door or still sleeping? But hey, that was none of my business. 

After spending too much time in the grocery store, I had finally returned home, dreading the five flights of stairs back up to my apartment. I had three filled-to-the-brim bags of groceries. It was one of the aspects of apartment living I hated the most. I didn’t have apartment + elevator money, so hauling my groceries up was always a challenge. I mumbled profanities under my breath as I started my trek upwards. 

By the third floor, I felt like dying. I had seriously underestimated just how heavy the bags were, and I still had two flights left. But just before I continued my journey, there he was again. Just like when he got my jammed door unlocked. “Ah, Y/N…Need some help?” There he stood, at the top of the stairs, arms crossed in front of his chest, as he looked down at me, an amused look on his face. My cheeks suddenly flushed red. 

“Oh, you don’t have to,” I said shyly, suddenly feeling self-conscious. I didn’t want him to think I was incapable of getting my groceries up to my apartment. 

“No, please. I insist.” Jimin responded back, rushing to grab the bags out of my hands. He firmly grasped the handles of the bags, letting out a grunt before turning on his heels and quickly making his way up the last two flights of stairs. “Damn, are you carrying rocks in these things?” He chuckled as he turned to ascend the last staircase. I followed closely behind, beating him to the door so I could quickly unlock it. I assumed he’d just leave them at the doorstep and take off immediately, after all, I must’ve run into him on the stairs on his way out. To my surprise, as I opened the door, he brought them right inside, placing the bags right on top of my kitchen counter. He breathed a sigh of relief, taking the time to scan my apartment. “Hey, I think your place is a little bigger than mine!” He joked, looking at me with a big smile on his face. 

“Take that up with the landlord,” I responded. For a moment, we stood there, laughing and holding eye contact. “Thank you, this is the second time we’ve met, and you’ve already saved my ass twice. How can I repay you?” I asked. 

Jimin looked down at his shoes before looking back up at me. “Don’t be a stranger, I’m usually home during the day if you ever want to pop in. I’ve been told I’m a great cook.” He inched closer toward me, and my heart started to race. 

“Are you going out tonight?” I blurted out. I tried to convince myself that the only reason I was asking was that I wanted to know if I had to whip out the noise-cancelling headphones, not because I was interested in him. 

“Hmm, not sure yet. Why? Do you want me to stick around?” Jimin smirked, now standing a mere few inches away from my face. His hand was directly next to mine on the edge of the countertop. My breathing became labored. I wasn’t sure of what to say. Actually, I wasn’t sure of what to think. Was this just how he naturally acted? Always flirting and acting enticing? Or was he actually trying to get me into bed? From all outward appearances, Jimin didn’t seem to be a relationship person. I, on the other hand, was. Being anything other than friendly neighbors with Jimin would be a bad idea, because what would happen if I slept with him once and ended up feeling used? God, I’d have to move. No, no, no! I can’t entertain this at all. It’s a horrible idea. 

I stepped back and removed my hand from the countertop. “No, you’re free to go. I’m just asking, it’s been pretty quiet the past few nights, so I wasn’t sure if tonight would be any different.” I smiled at him. Just because I couldn’t date him didn’t mean I couldn’t at least be friends with him, right? Jimin, seemingly confused by my switch-up, looked a bit stunned for a few seconds before clearing his throat and following my lead by taking a few steps backwards. 

“Well, uh, my offer still stands. Feel free to come over whenever.” He said, sounding sincere. “I didn’t forget what you said, though. So if I do go out, don’t worry about the noise.” He added, before waving and closing the door behind him. I felt bad. I wondered if he thought I was leading him on. That wasn’t my intention, and if he picked up on my attraction toward him, he was right. But whatever urges I felt towards him, I had to ignore them, and hopefully, he’ll do the same. 

{A/N: At this point...do I even need to explain myself? Let's just cut to the chase. I was, and lowkey am still not doing that well, but life happened and will continue to happen. Period. However, writing makes me happy, and I feel more like myself when I write.

Anyways, writers block=gone, so here you go. What you just read is what cured me of my writer's block. I think I've only written one Jimin-centric thingy, which was from my BTS boyfriends series. I write so many Jungkook and Yoongi stories, I figured I'd switch it up this time. I got the idea and thought that Jimin would be a perfect fit for a story like this, so voila. This is a BTS fic simply because I've been listening to my BTS playlist on my way home from work, and plus, BTS comeback 03/2026 and tour baby😩 If you want more stories of a particular group or want me to finish anything that's ongoing (basically anything I promised a part two of and never delivered lol) let me know.

Oh, and please leave a note or reblog if you enjoyed this, as that's honestly the only way this series will continue. I don't typically have as much motivation to continue on with a series if I feel like no one's reading it.

As always, I love you all so much and mwahhhh💋💋💋💋💋}

[avianyuh]

Worst part of the new Katseye song is that zucchini isn't even in season right now. Bitch, how da fuq are you gonna promote a winter song with a summer squash?

[avianyuh]

FWB | Choi YeonJun

yeonjun x idol! reader

Summary: You consider Yeonjun to be a really good friend. He's sweet, he makes you laugh, and you always have fun together. The only issue is that you have feelings for him, feelings you refuse to acknowledge you have. You assume he doesn't see you as anything more than a friend, and you lie to yourself, allowing yourself to think that only being friends with Yeonjun is something you're content with. So how do you respond when you stumble across supposed pictures of Yeonjun out with another girl online? Do you fess up to him, or sever ties and try to forget about him?

word count: 2.4k - masterlist

You had seen the rumors online by now. Technically, you had no right to be angry with him. He could do whatever he wanted, with whoever he wanted. He wasn’t your boyfriend, even though most newcomers in your life always assumed he was. “If he’s not your boyfriend, why do you always smile when you talk about him?” was always a question your friends would ask you. 

“I don’t know, he’s my friend…It’s completely platonic.” You’d shrug. You were completely oblivious to how in love you were with him. Or maybe you were just lying to yourself, ignoring all of the warning signs that you had caught feelings for Yeonjun. 

Like most people, the two of you had met through work. Both idols, just under different companies. It wasn’t an instantaneous thing; instead, it was just the two of you making eye contact over and over as you would pass each other in the hallways of different events. The eye contact turned into silent nods of acknowledgment, then full-on beaming smiles in each other’s direction. 

Then one day, while waiting backstage for another group to finish up, he bumped into you while you were turned around. Still to this day, he swears it was a complete accident, but judging by the fact that he can never keep a straight face when you reminisce about that first major interaction between the two of you, you’d beg to differ. He was sweet, extremely apologetic, and his cheeks were red. Then yours were, and your face felt hot, and after the two of you formally introduced yourselves to each other, your group mates sideyeying the two of you the entire time, your manager pulled you away, sending you on stage. Your closest friend in the group, Eun-ha, playfully nudged your shoulder as the two of you ran to the stage. She wiggled her eyebrows at you, which made you swat her away, trying to conceal your giddiness. You couldn’t deny that he was insanely attractive, and though you received a lot of attention from your fans, you didn’t really get a lot of guys to approach you often. You didn’t think you’d talk to him again. People kept reposting clips of the performance, noticing that your normally stony exterior was different that night, since you couldn’t stop smiling the entire time. Maybe she’s just really happy this comeback… people would wonder as they typed out different possibilities onto various comment sections and forums. Little did anyone else know, when you wrapped up the festival and were ushered back to the car with your group to go home, you found something in your bag. As you rummaged around looking for your lip balm, you felt a little piece of loose paper towards the bottom. You furrowed your eyebrows together, pulling the piece of paper out from your bag, flipping on the carlight overhead to illuminate your view, considering it was early in the night. It was a phone number scribbled in blue ink, signed with the initial Y. You had known exactly who it was, and you tried desperately to play off your excitement not to give yourself away to your members and manager sitting a mere few inches away from you. 

Later that night, when you finally made it back to the comfort of your bedroom, you quickly pulled out the piece of paper again and punched the digits into your phone. You weren’t sure how to play this…Should you flirt with him? No, you weren’t really interested in a relationship at the moment. A relationship, if exposed, would cause major damage to your career. Years of training would be diminished if you got caught up in something as stupid as a dating scandal. Plus, eye contact and smiles don’t equal someone being attracted to you; maybe he was just being polite? Should you joke around like you did when he bumped into you? Or play dumb and ask who the number belongs to? 

In the end, you decided to just be yourself. And by that, you decided to joke around with him. I guess it’s better to communicate over the phone. I wouldn’t want you to run me over again. You typed out and sent. You sat on the edge of your bed as you anticipated his reply, biting your nails nervously. Less than a minute passed before he responded back. 

Maybe you're right :) Let’s just be safe and talk here. 

And that had been the start of it all. Over the next year or so, the two of you had become really good friends. You spent countless nights on the phone with Yeonjun, asking him for guidance on parts of your choreographies you were stuck on, sneaking out to eat together. You weren’t dating, but felt it was best to be discreet. 

You didn’t live in the dorms anymore, so oftentimes, Yeonjun would come over and end up crashing on your bed with you. But it was all innocent…After all, you had a lot of other friends who slept over, and you never gave it a second thought. But then again, your other friends never wrapped their arms around you as you slept. Nor did your friends brush the hair out of your face and tuck the stray strands behind your ears like Yeonjun did. 

Your other friends never had to “sneak out” to come stand outside of your apartment door to let them in at odd hours of the night. Nor did they grab your hands and make you slow dance with them around whatever room you were standing in. Yeonjun would sway you around, humming, with your head pressed against his chest. You had never felt more secure in your life than in those moments. But again, he was just a really good friend and nothing more. So when you started to ignore his phone calls after seeing some grainy photos of a man who was supposedly Yeonjun with some random girl, you tried to spin the story. The reason you weren’t answering his calls was because you were busy! You know, typical idol stuff…Practice, content filmings, the usual stuff that kept you busy. You just needed a few days to yourself. To be fair, you really hadn’t been talking to any of your friends, including your members. Eun-ha had come over a few days ago, worried as to why you had suddenly gone so quiet over the group chat. Normally, the two of you spent your free days together in some way, and she knew something must’ve been wrong for you to go silent, especially with her. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N?” She asked, squinting her eyes at you in suspicion. 

“Why would I not be okay? Everything’s just great.” You said unenthusiastically, peering down at your phone and swiping another message from Yeonjun off of your lockscreen. 

“Because you’re not acting like yourself. You wouldn’t answer anyone's messages. Even Yeonjun reached out to ask if you were okay.” Now that the last part of her sentence got your attention. 

“Yeonjun? Why would he care?” You tried to play off your intrigue, your tone sounding bitter. Eun-ha scoffed, shifting to face you from her side of the couch. 

“You’re joking, right? Actually, that’s when I knew something was seriously wrong because even if he doesn’t have any information, then it must be bad. The two of you are inseparable!” Eun-ha exclaimed. 

“Obviously, we’re not.” You said under your breath, your arms folded defensively in front of your chest. Eun-ha tilted her head in confusion. 

“What do you mean? Did the two of you get in a fight?” She asked, eyes displaying genuine concern. God, you loved Eun-ha. 

“No, no. He didn’t…he didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve just been avoiding him. I need some time alone to clear my head.” You tried to explain. More so to yourself than to your friend. You weren’t ready to admit to yourself that you were jealous. Even if it was all unconfirmed and there was a possibility that the photos weren’t of him. The last you had heard of it, his company hadn’t said anything. Most often, if the company deems it’s not worthy of a response, whether that be because it’s untrue or better to sweep under the rug, normally the rumors hold no validity. But if it wasn’t true, that still didn’t change the fact that you were jealous and hurt at the thought of him being with some other girl. One is supposed to be happy for their friends when they’re dating, not jealous. Catching feelings for your friend is messy, and if it ends badly, you not only lose a boyfriend but also a friend. You couldn’t bear the thought of permanently messing up your relationship with him

“So, if he didn’t do anything wrong, what’s the issue?” Eun-ha pressed, seemingly not understanding your dilemma. 

“I think he has a girlfriend, and when I heard about the whole thing, I panicked.” You said, avoiding eye contact with your group mate. 

“You panicked because you have feelings for him, right?” Eun-ha stated. You looked over at her in shock, eyes going wide. 

“How’d you-” Before you could fully get your question out, she responded quickly. 

“Because it’s so obvious. Even before you formally met him, you were always making eyes at each other. I seriously think you should talk to him. You might not have the full story.” Eun-ha placed a hand on your knee, giving it a reassuring pat. 

“If I talk to him, then I’m going to have to explain why I was avoiding him all week. He’s going to figure it out.” You lowered your head. Because of how long the two of you had been friends, you assumed that if he was interested, he would’ve made a move by now. You didn’t want anything to change or be tainted between the two of you. 

“And would that be a bad thing? I think one of you needs to just suck it up and confess.” Eun-ha said. “If you think for a second he doesn’t have feelings for you, you’re dead wrong. No guy who’s not interested goes out of their way to ask your friends if you’re okay.” 

Maybe Eun-ha was right. Maybe I had been ignoring the obvious truth this entire time. 

After Eun-ha had left, you were again left alone with your thoughts. Your phone was placed on the coffee table in front of you, and you were blatantly aware of what you had to do. You had been dragging your feet the past few hours, and the sun had set, leaving you in the dark. You went over every possible outcome in your mind. Either you come clean and he feels the same way, or he awkwardly rejects you. Or the rumors are true and he’s already in a relationship. If that turns out to be the case, you weren't sure of what you’d do next. Just as you picked up the phone, coming to the conclusion that stalling was getting you nowhere, your doorbell buzzed. You walked over to the buzzer next to the front door, pressing the button and speaking into it. “Who is it?” You asked. 

“Yeonjun.” You felt a jolt go through your body, and you suddenly felt breathless. You pressed the button that unlocks the door and backed away a few feet. Your psalm became sweaty, and you tried to take deep breaths in, though they were really only a placebo. When the door finally opened and he stepped inside, the two of you stood in the doorway silently for a few seconds before he snapped out of it and slipped off his shoes before fully entering. “Y/N…What’s going on? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all week.” You swallowed hard and darted your eyes around the room, unwilling to stare at him. 

“Sorry…I’ve been busy most of the week.” You responded with the first excuse you could come up with. Yeonjun looked at you, confusion evident on his features. 

“We’re always busy, that’s never stopped us from talking before.” He responded, taking a few steps toward you, lessening the gap of space between the two of you. Now you were out of lies. As you looked into his dark brown eyes, ones full of hurt and worry, you began to feel horrible for ignoring him the entire week. You had to just come clean and face the consequences. 

“Okay, fine. You want the honest truth? I saw those pictures online, the pens people were saying were of you with a girl. I saw them, and I got jealous, and instead of just asking you about it, I chose to just ignore you and avoid it altogether.” You blurted out, stepping toward him slightly. You didn’t know if this was the last time you’d be seeing him. Maybe with every word, you began to damage your friendship more and more. Every blow would ultimately take its toll. However, to your surprise, Yeonjun didn’t seem to be taken aback, or shocked, ot uncomfortable with your little confession. Instead, he seemed relieved. 

“So, you’re not technically mad at me? This is all because of those bogus pictures?” Now you were staring at him strangely, which he immediately took note of and laughed. 

“Bogus? So, it wasn’t you?” You queried, feeling more and more foolish with each passing second. But beneath the more dominant feelings of foolishness, you had to admit that you were somewhat relieved. 

“No, it wasn’t me. Besides, I already have my eyes on someone.” He mumbled the last part of his sentence. It felt like Yeonjun had your heart on strings, and with every hand hold, hug, or night spent sleeping in his arms, you continued to tug and pull your emotions in different directions. He was toying with you, and it wasn’t until now that you finally began to realize it. You glanced at him in hesitation as he slowly closed the gap between the two of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him. 

“I can’t believe you were jealous over something that never even happened.” He whispered, a grin on his face as he peered down at you. 

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” You groaned, placing your forehead against his chest. 

“Nope.” He chuckled, curling a finger underneath your chin and lifting your face up so he could bend down and place his lips against yours. 

And to think you had spent the past year under the impression that the man leading you into your bedroom with your lips connected was just a really good friend…

{A/N: Helloooooo everyone! Lately, I've been listening to a lot of TXT, and it's gotten to the point where I had the fanfic itch. I got the idea for the story while at work, lol, so I came home and wrote it. Just something short n' sweet. No series for this, as I have to finish part two of my Yoongi fanfic before starting anything new. I also have a midterm paper to write. I've never written anything for TXT before, but I decided to add them to my masterlist, so the story will be linked there, and they now have a dedicated section! As always, requests are open. I'll probably end up doing a "As a bf" prompt for each TXT member...and I still have to finish SVT bf prompts🥸 and I should probably start Enhypen as well...ughhh so much to do lol. Those might be winter break/2026 stories.

I've also been playing around with some line dividers, so it'll be a trial-and-error type of deal for a while until I find one that I really like. This was posted on AO3 a day earlier, so if you prefer to read on there, it's available already. Anyways, you know the drill, have a wonderful day or night...I love you all and mwahhhhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋}

[avianyuh]

From the window; Min Yoongi

Summary: A story about a man who only appears during sunset. He takes notice of a girl working the closing shift in the city bookstore. She usually works with a co-worker, specifically a male coworker. One who seems to always be trying too hard to impress this girl. She’s timid with the late-night customers, and her mind seems to be elsewhere and tends to jot notes down in a black notebook as she reads from her textbooks whenever business is slow. She quickly shoves it under the counter if her coworker tries to sneak a peek at whatever it is she’s writing.  He knows he shouldn’t get involved or make his presence known in the slightest. He was perfectly content with admiring her from afar. However, he just couldn’t help himself from going into the store upon the realization that she was working alone this particular night. Now all that's left to wonder is if she would be just as timid with him as she was with everyone else? 

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“Remember, when you finish your shift, lock the doors and empty the register; you’re working alone tonight.” Her manager reminded her, one arm already in her brown corduroy jacket and one out of the door. Y/N nodded in understanding, punching in and hanging her own jacket up on the coatrack. 

It was a chilly autumn night. The sky had been cloudless all day, and the sun was now setting. Streaks of orange and pink painted the sky, and the sight gave Y/N comfort. This was her first closing shift, one she had been dreading for weeks. She could only work nights due to her classes, but normally she didn’t have to stay in the store alone. Her coworker, In-ho, normally took on the role of closing the store, letting her leave a half hour early so she could catch the last bus. Much to Y/N’s dismay, In-ho was out sick for the week after coming down with a bad case of the flu. Now she’d either have to walk home in the dark or call a cab; neither option sounded overly pleasant to her. 

After her manager had left, Y/N started her shift. She worked in a bookstore. It wasn’t a fancy one, and there was nothing overly special about the place. It was big, with a lot of seating areas and tables. In fact, her manager even had plans of expanding to include a little café to draw in more business. This was the only bookstore in the relatively small city, and it attracted all of the local university and high school students. Many came in during the later hours of the day to buy some books for some pleasure reading or work on school assignments. Many students also used the bookstore to buy their textbooks, since the bookstore sold them at a cheaper price compared to the university. That was actually how Y/N got her job here. She frequented the store so often for study sessions and textbooks that she was eager to apply when she saw the Help Wanted sign get taped to the shop window. 

Now it’s been over a year, and for the most part, she loves her job. She’s still in school and spends most of her free time studying while she waits for customers to come in and shop. It’s a schedule that works for her…Well, it was until now. She had two midterm exams to study for, and having to work the closing shift wasn’t doing her any favors. She prayed for a slow, uneventful evening as she glanced at the analog clock on the wall directly above the entrance. The yellow fluorescent light was emanating throughout the store as the clock neared 7PM. She had five more hours to work until she could go home. She didn’t think she had enough money in her wallet in order to tip a cab driver, so she reluctantly accepted the fact that she had to make the long trek home. She let out a heavy sigh, leaning against the counter, cracking open her PoliSci textbook, and scribbled down some bullet points into her black composition notebook. Occasionally, she’d put away her side project, assisting some students who came in, bringing them to the general bookcases of whatever subject they needed to read up on before retreating back behind the counter. This went on for about another hour or two; scanning books in and out, wiping empty tables as people started to leave, and restocking some half-empty shelves with boxes from the storage room. 

However, an hour before closing, something odd occurred. A man, who looked to be in his late 20s or early 30s, came in. He was very pale and dressed in all black. His hair matched his attire, and he had bangs that almost shielded his eyes. His hands were in his pockets as he walked in. Now, this wasn’t the odd event that took place. After all, Y/N assumed he was a graduate student coming in to pick up a last-minute book. That happened a lot. What made this man odd was his demeanor. When most people come in, the doorbell above the entrance rings, which almost always causes Y/N to lock eyes with the customer. Normally, the customer shoots a pilot smile or gives a friendly wave. This man, however, just stared at her. She smiled at him, trying to break the intensity of the exchange, but he didn’t reciprocate. All he did was disappear behind the shelves. She wasn’t overly concerned since there were still two other customers sitting in chairs and reading or taking notes. She wasn’t alone with him, and she tried to reason with herself. Maybe he had lackluster social cues? Or he could just be shy or having a bad day. But as the last remaining two customers shuffled out of the store, her nerves began to rise. She had only witnessed the man walking in, never leaving, which meant he was somewhere behind the bookshelves toward the back of the store, and the last time she saw him was over an hour ago. Again, she tried to reason with herself. He might have been leaning against a bookshelf, lost in whatever book he had picked up. She glanced up at the clock, which displayed 9:45. Even though there was only one customer in the store, she knew she still had to use the intercom system to make the announcement that the store would be closing in fifteen minutes. She swallowed hard, took a deep breath in and cleared her throat. “Attention, the store will be closing in fifteen minutes. All customers must either make their way to the counter for assistance or make their way out. We will reopen at 11AM tomorrow morning. Thank you.” She finished, reading off the written script lying next to the intercom system in her best attempt at a customer service voice. Y/N pursed her lips together, waiting in anticipation of whether the man would come to the counter or leave. Less than a minute later, she got her answer. Emerging from the back shelves, the man reappeared, now standing in front of her, only the counter separating them. Now he smiled at her. She averted his gaze, looking down at her shoes and returning the same smile back. “All set?” She questioned, sliding the books in front of her and flipping them over, searching for the barcode. He didn’t speak, just hummed in response. He had picked out an assortment of books, ranging from geography to world history. She wanted to ask if he was a student, and if so, what classes he was taking specifically. She herself had taken world history last semester and had thoroughly enjoyed it. 

“I’m not a student, I just like to keep my mind sharp.” He spoke up, almost as if he could read her thoughts. Her eyes went wide, looking up at him in surprise. She didn’t know how to respond. After all, she had only thought about asking if he was a student; she never actually verbalized her question. She tried to think of something fast to respond back with. By now, though the man had a weird energy about him, she was intrigued and wanted to keep the conversation going. 

“Did you already graduate, or just never attend?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. His expression was blank, and his eyes moved up and down her frame, which made her feel self-conscious and assume that there was something on her face. While the man began to speak, she tried to discreetly wipe the area surrounding her mouth and the tip of her nose, which seemed to work as his eyes settled solely on her own. Her face became hot. Oh god, that’s why he was staring so much…

“I didn’t go to school here. I used to live somewhere else.” He paused momentarily, clearing his throat. “I graduated a long time ago.” She found his answer strange. He didn’t look much older than her. She presumed he must’ve been some insanely smart child prodigy; he graduated way earlier than everyone else in his grade. That would definitely explain the huge stack of non-fiction books he seemed to be buying for shits and giggles. 

“I, uh…I took a world history class last semester. I have that book on a shelf at home.” She said, unsure of why she felt such a need to keep a conversation going with this man. Yeah, sure…He was very attractive, and he was a stranger who had never come in before, so that was her defense for wanting to know more about him. But it was almost as if she was hypnotized by him. The whole time he had been in the store, from the moment he walked in, it was as if she couldn’t think about anything else. She tried to copy a few notes from her textbook, but found it too challenging, knowing he was somewhere in the back. Her mind was too loud to focus. 

“Do you like history?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. His voice was deep and very monotone. His eyes were a very dark brown, almost black, and very sharp. She tried to fight the eye contact but felt compelled to keep her gaze on him. 

“Yes.” She breathed, a small smile spreading on her face. “At one point, I was considering majoring in it.” The man seemed amused by her response, a smirk spreading on his lips. 

“I’m not surprised to hear that, people who work in bookstores are typically intellectuals.” He commented. The books had long been shoved to the side, and the clock displayed the time as 9:58; however, Y/N hadn’t taken notice. 

“No, I’m nowhere near being an intellectual.” Y/N giggled. The man leaned against the counter, thoroughly enjoying evoking such a reaction out of her. He briefly glanced behind him at the clock and noticed the time, now 9:59. His eyes went wide as he whipped his head back in her direction. 

“The store’s about to close, I guess I should go.” He said, suddenly sounding hurried. Y/N also looked up, nodding her head. She really didn’t want him to leave, and it was just then that she remembered she would have to walk home alone, only the street lights illuminating her path. Against her better judgment, she asked him something that one should never do with a stranger. 

“Um…would you mind staying? Just until I close up?” She awkwardly proposed. It was probably the dumbest thing she had ever done in her life. Asking a complete stranger to wait for her as she empties the register and locks up, while being the only employee working. She didn’t even know his name. But something about his dark eyes put her at ease, and she rationalized that the intense staring from earlier was only because she must’ve had something on her face, or some of her tinted chapstick was smudged; after she tried to fix herself up, he dropped his gaze. So really, what could have possibly gone wrong? The man still seemed to be on edge, and his shoulders were hunched as he scooped up his stack of books and backed away from the counter. He was acting as if he was allergic to her and needed to stay as far away as possible all of a sudden. A drastic contrast to his earlier body language just a few minutes ago. He couldn’t have possibly needed to be anywhere else, considering it was pitch black outside and two hours to midnight.

“You give me permission to stay?” His tone was serious, but he wasn’t even looking at her. Instead, he was fixated on the clock, which was nearing 10 o’clock sharp every passing minute. 

“Yes.” She answered with pleading eyes. Upon hearing her words of consent, his shoulders relaxed, and he stepped closer to the counter again. They were both silent for a few moments as she paced around the store, flipping the sign from Open to Closed and clearing out the register. He looked away while she handled the money, which she genuinely appreciated. When she finished all of the important things, she punched out and grabbed her jacket and bag, turning off the lights and locking the door to the storage room that also doubled as the employees’ only area. Again, the store itself was big, but the back area was relatively small. A renovation was definitely overdue. 

“So, why did you want me to stay?” The man spoke up as they walked toward the front door. 

“I’ve never worked a closing shift before. Normally, my other coworker closes up, and he lets me leave early so I can catch the bus. But there are no buses running in my neighborhood this late, so it was either walk or call a cab, which I had no money for. Using my legs is free, though!” Y/N tried to sound optimistic. If only she hadn’t needed to buy groceries to survive, then she’d be putting her entire minimum wage paycheck into her savings. 

“Do you want me to walk with you?” The man sounded concerned. They were standing outside the bookstore as Y/N locked it with the key. The man had his hands tucked into the pockets of his black coat. The temperature had plummeted since the start of her shift. 

Up until that point, Y/N hadn’t considered asking any more of him. She had assumed that once she closed up, he’d dismiss himself. His willingness to walk her home was touching. 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’ve already asked way too much of you.” Y/N gave him an easy out, just in case he had only offered to be nice. Instead, he doubled down. 

“It would weigh on my conscience if I let you walk home in the dark all alone. Please, I insist.” Upon learning that he was being sincere, Y/N couldn’t help the growing blush on her cheeks from appearing. She was glad that it was dark out, and he probably couldn’t see. 

“Well…only if you insist.” She replied as the two started walking. They let another moment of silence pass before he spoke up again. 

“My name is Yoongi, by the way.” She glanced at him, squinting as she analyzed his features. He looked like a Yoongi, considering she had never heard the name before, and something about the man seemed so unique. 

“I’m Y/N.” She offered up in response. The man let out a small laugh, which caught her by surprise. “Oh, is my name amusing to you?” She smiled, but nonetheless curious to hear his reasoning. 

“I already knew your name; you had a nametag on in the store.” He explained, shaking his head, appearing entertained. Y/N felt like facepalming. Of course, she was wearing a nametag. How could she forget? 

“Oh my god. I’m so embarrassed.” She blurted out, shyly covering her face with her hands. 

“Don’t be, it’s 10 o’clock at night, everyone’s minds start to turn to mush.” He tried to reassure her, still obviously finding the conversation funny. 

Desperate to change the topic, Y/N began to rake her brain for questions to ask Yoongi. 

“So…I’ve never seen you come into the store before. Was this your first visit?” She said, gearing to the right as they rounded a corner. The streets were virtually deserted, with the exception of a few people walking across the street and a few cars swirling by every few minutes. 

“I moved here a year ago. I always pass by but never went in until today.” Yoongi explained, momentarily squinting at a man walking past us before trailing his eyes back to Y/N.  

“What made you want to come in today?” Y/N asked. Yoongi paused, thinking of a response. 

“I saw you from the window.” Y/N’s heart felt like it was in her throat after hearing his words. She bit her lip, unsure of what to say. He flashed a small smile again, which she eagerly returned. They weren’t holding hands, but the gap between them became smaller and smaller with every passing street and every turned corner. The two spoke a little longer, up until they reached Y/N’s apartment. 

Y/N was dreading reaching her residence, as she didn’t want the conversation to end, but she assumed Yoongi was just as tired and wanted to go home. If it hadn’t been for his blatant flirting, she would’ve felt even more drained than she did. She knew when she said goodbye and made her way up the stairs, she was going to have a hard time sleeping. She let out a heavy sigh, stopping in her tracks and turning to face Yoongi. 

“This is my stop.” She said, debating on her next move.

“Thank you for letting me walk you home,” Yoongi responded, eyes trained on hers. 

“Yoongi, I don’t think you’re the one who should be thanking me.” Y/N giggled. “Thank you for walking me home.” She emphasized, pointing a finger at his chest. 

“When’s your next shift?” Yoongi asked, that familiar smirk forming on his lips again. He realized she was fully comfortable in front of him now. 

“Hmm, what’s today? Tuesday? So my next shift is Thursday.” Y/N thought out loud. 

“Then you might see me on Thursday.” He stated, shrugging his shoulders. 

“You’re going to get through that huge stack of books by Thursday?” Y/N teased. 

“I’m a fast reader.” Yoongi threw his hands up jokingly. 

“Why don’t I just give you my number instead?” Y/N suggested, acting surprisingly bold for once in her life. She was 99% sure he was interested in her by now and figured it wouldn’t hurt to shoot her shot. It all felt like fate, meeting him on the one day she’s working alone. She felt like Yoongi had come into her life for a reason—hopefully, a good one. Yoongi tried to hide his surprise, quickly pulling out his phone to type in her number as she recited the memorized digits. “That way you don’t have to buy overpriced books to see me.” She said as he finished taking down her number. 

“Well then…You might be hearing from me before Thursday.” He wiggled his eyebrows. There was just something about him that she couldn’t place a finger on. He wasn’t like the other guys she had fallen for over the years. Maybe it was how interested he had been since the moment they locked eyes. Or maybe it was how considerate he had been the past two hours. She felt like she knew him; it must’ve been what compelled her to ask him to stay in the store while she closed up, or trusted him to walk her home, exposing where she lived and providing him with her actual phone number, not a fake one. The two stood centimeters apart, his eyes darting between her eyes and her mouth, but he chose not to lean forward, and neither did she. It was always best to leave things in a place where you had something to look forward to, she thought as she pressed her lips into a tight line. “Try and get a good night’s sleep.” He whispered before backing away. She shyly nodded in response, giving him one final wave before they parted. She watched from the entrance to her building as his dark silhouette became swallowed up by the darkness of the night. It was only when she couldn’t see him anymore that she finally turned around, giddier than ever as she made her way up the three flights of stairs. 

Little did Y/N know that Yoongi was still lurking around the complex, on the other side of the road. He couldn’t fully leave her until he heard the sound of her front door click shut. He needed that confirmation that she was safe. Y/N would also never know that even if she hadn’t wanted Yoongi to walk her home, he still would’ve followed her home from a distance, just like he had been doing every night for the past year. He had indeed seen her from the store window, just as he had every other night in the past 365 days. The only difference between tonight and every other night in the past was that the annoying coworker of hers was out of the picture for the week. It was a prime opportunity for Yoongi to go inside and finally interact with her. Fully infiltrate her thoughts and get a sense of who she was for once. He could never have a true relationship with her. It would be far too dangerous. He was always afraid of taking things too far. Just being around her, standing so close, and being able to smell her sweet blood. He didn’t even need to look at her to know that she had been blushing all night; he could sense it, smell it, and taste it. He felt the need to protect this girl, yet he wasn’t sure of why. 

He knew he was in deep trouble, mixing his protective nature with attraction. He never expected her to reciprocate his feelings. All he knew now was that he held power over her, but was trying to push away the thought that she might be holding power over him. Power over his emotions that had been dormant for decades. 

{A/N; YESSSSS, I finally get to use one of my favorite photos of Yoongi lol. It's the end of September, which means it is spooky season. I kept my promise that I would come back. I'm still not done with my book, but it's about 75% done. I'm back in school, though, which is the reason for my lack of writing, both on Tumblr and the book I'm writing. I've missed writing fanfics on here, as they don't take as much extensive planning as writing a book does. It gives me a nice break and a way to keep practicing my writing.

Anyway, I've never written anything supernatural before. I've read a lot of Vampire au! fanfictions on Tumblr over the years, and they're some of my favorites. I would make a recommendations list of my favorite BTS fanfics; however, digging through my Tumblr likes would take a long time, and a lot of those fanfics were sadly deleted🥲Plz fellow writers on here, even if you don't want to write anymore, never delete your work!

Again, this is MY FIRST SUPERNATURAL fic. I tried to do some research beforehand, which would explain the implied telepathy/mind-reading and senses, and the whole needing permission to be invited-in type of thing. I'm a Twilight fan so some of my knowledge comes from my Edward Cullen fascination.

But as always, I love you guys so much. Thank you again to everyone who voted in the poll for this fic, and I hope you enjoy it. There will probably be a part two if the reception is good for this one. Have a great day/night and mwahhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋}

[avianyuh]

From the window; Min Yoongi

Summary: A story about a man who only appears during sunset. He takes notice of a girl working the closing shift in the city bookstore. She usually works with a co-worker, specifically a male coworker. One who seems to always be trying too hard to impress this girl. She’s timid with the late-night customers, and her mind seems to be elsewhere and tends to jot notes down in a black notebook as she reads from her textbooks whenever business is slow. She quickly shoves it under the counter if her coworker tries to sneak a peek at whatever it is she’s writing.  He knows he shouldn’t get involved or make his presence known in the slightest. He was perfectly content with admiring her from afar. However, he just couldn’t help himself from going into the store upon the realization that she was working alone this particular night. Now all that's left to wonder is if she would be just as timid with him as she was with everyone else? 

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“Remember, when you finish your shift, lock the doors and empty the register; you’re working alone tonight.” Her manager reminded her, one arm already in her brown corduroy jacket and one out of the door. Y/N nodded in understanding, punching in and hanging her own jacket up on the coatrack. 

It was a chilly autumn night. The sky had been cloudless all day, and the sun was now setting. Streaks of orange and pink painted the sky, and the sight gave Y/N comfort. This was her first closing shift, one she had been dreading for weeks. She could only work nights due to her classes, but normally she didn’t have to stay in the store alone. Her coworker, In-ho, normally took on the role of closing the store, letting her leave a half hour early so she could catch the last bus. Much to Y/N’s dismay, In-ho was out sick for the week after coming down with a bad case of the flu. Now she’d either have to walk home in the dark or call a cab; neither option sounded overly pleasant to her. 

After her manager had left, Y/N started her shift. She worked in a bookstore. It wasn’t a fancy one, and there was nothing overly special about the place. It was big, with a lot of seating areas and tables. In fact, her manager even had plans of expanding to include a little café to draw in more business. This was the only bookstore in the relatively small city, and it attracted all of the local university and high school students. Many came in during the later hours of the day to buy some books for some pleasure reading or work on school assignments. Many students also used the bookstore to buy their textbooks, since the bookstore sold them at a cheaper price compared to the university. That was actually how Y/N got her job here. She frequented the store so often for study sessions and textbooks that she was eager to apply when she saw the Help Wanted sign get taped to the shop window. 

Now it’s been over a year, and for the most part, she loves her job. She’s still in school and spends most of her free time studying while she waits for customers to come in and shop. It’s a schedule that works for her…Well, it was until now. She had two midterm exams to study for, and having to work the closing shift wasn’t doing her any favors. She prayed for a slow, uneventful evening as she glanced at the analog clock on the wall directly above the entrance. The yellow fluorescent light was emanating throughout the store as the clock neared 7PM. She had five more hours to work until she could go home. She didn’t think she had enough money in her wallet in order to tip a cab driver, so she reluctantly accepted the fact that she had to make the long trek home. She let out a heavy sigh, leaning against the counter, cracking open her PoliSci textbook, and scribbled down some bullet points into her black composition notebook. Occasionally, she’d put away her side project, assisting some students who came in, bringing them to the general bookcases of whatever subject they needed to read up on before retreating back behind the counter. This went on for about another hour or two; scanning books in and out, wiping empty tables as people started to leave, and restocking some half-empty shelves with boxes from the storage room. 

However, an hour before closing, something odd occurred. A man, who looked to be in his late 20s or early 30s, came in. He was very pale and dressed in all black. His hair matched his attire, and he had bangs that almost shielded his eyes. His hands were in his pockets as he walked in. Now, this wasn’t the odd event that took place. After all, Y/N assumed he was a graduate student coming in to pick up a last-minute book. That happened a lot. What made this man odd was his demeanor. When most people come in, the doorbell above the entrance rings, which almost always causes Y/N to lock eyes with the customer. Normally, the customer shoots a pilot smile or gives a friendly wave. This man, however, just stared at her. She smiled at him, trying to break the intensity of the exchange, but he didn’t reciprocate. All he did was disappear behind the shelves. She wasn’t overly concerned since there were still two other customers sitting in chairs and reading or taking notes. She wasn’t alone with him, and she tried to reason with herself. Maybe he had lackluster social cues? Or he could just be shy or having a bad day. But as the last remaining two customers shuffled out of the store, her nerves began to rise. She had only witnessed the man walking in, never leaving, which meant he was somewhere behind the bookshelves toward the back of the store, and the last time she saw him was over an hour ago. Again, she tried to reason with herself. He might have been leaning against a bookshelf, lost in whatever book he had picked up. She glanced up at the clock, which displayed 9:45. Even though there was only one customer in the store, she knew she still had to use the intercom system to make the announcement that the store would be closing in fifteen minutes. She swallowed hard, took a deep breath in and cleared her throat. “Attention, the store will be closing in fifteen minutes. All customers must either make their way to the counter for assistance or make their way out. We will reopen at 11AM tomorrow morning. Thank you.” She finished, reading off the written script lying next to the intercom system in her best attempt at a customer service voice. Y/N pursed her lips together, waiting in anticipation of whether the man would come to the counter or leave. Less than a minute later, she got her answer. Emerging from the back shelves, the man reappeared, now standing in front of her, only the counter separating them. Now he smiled at her. She averted his gaze, looking down at her shoes and returning the same smile back. “All set?” She questioned, sliding the books in front of her and flipping them over, searching for the barcode. He didn’t speak, just hummed in response. He had picked out an assortment of books, ranging from geography to world history. She wanted to ask if he was a student, and if so, what classes he was taking specifically. She herself had taken world history last semester and had thoroughly enjoyed it. 

“I’m not a student, I just like to keep my mind sharp.” He spoke up, almost as if he could read her thoughts. Her eyes went wide, looking up at him in surprise. She didn’t know how to respond. After all, she had only thought about asking if he was a student; she never actually verbalized her question. She tried to think of something fast to respond back with. By now, though the man had a weird energy about him, she was intrigued and wanted to keep the conversation going. 

“Did you already graduate, or just never attend?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. His expression was blank, and his eyes moved up and down her frame, which made her feel self-conscious and assume that there was something on her face. While the man began to speak, she tried to discreetly wipe the area surrounding her mouth and the tip of her nose, which seemed to work as his eyes settled solely on her own. Her face became hot. Oh god, that’s why he was staring so much…

“I didn’t go to school here. I used to live somewhere else.” He paused momentarily, clearing his throat. “I graduated a long time ago.” She found his answer strange. He didn’t look much older than her. She presumed he must’ve been some insanely smart child prodigy; he graduated way earlier than everyone else in his grade. That would definitely explain the huge stack of non-fiction books he seemed to be buying for shits and giggles. 

“I, uh…I took a world history class last semester. I have that book on a shelf at home.” She said, unsure of why she felt such a need to keep a conversation going with this man. Yeah, sure…He was very attractive, and he was a stranger who had never come in before, so that was her defense for wanting to know more about him. But it was almost as if she was hypnotized by him. The whole time he had been in the store, from the moment he walked in, it was as if she couldn’t think about anything else. She tried to copy a few notes from her textbook, but found it too challenging, knowing he was somewhere in the back. Her mind was too loud to focus. 

“Do you like history?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. His voice was deep and very monotone. His eyes were a very dark brown, almost black, and very sharp. She tried to fight the eye contact but felt compelled to keep her gaze on him. 

“Yes.” She breathed, a small smile spreading on her face. “At one point, I was considering majoring in it.” The man seemed amused by her response, a smirk spreading on his lips. 

“I’m not surprised to hear that, people who work in bookstores are typically intellectuals.” He commented. The books had long been shoved to the side, and the clock displayed the time as 9:58; however, Y/N hadn’t taken notice. 

“No, I’m nowhere near being an intellectual.” Y/N giggled. The man leaned against the counter, thoroughly enjoying evoking such a reaction out of her. He briefly glanced behind him at the clock and noticed the time, now 9:59. His eyes went wide as he whipped his head back in her direction. 

“The store’s about to close, I guess I should go.” He said, suddenly sounding hurried. Y/N also looked up, nodding her head. She really didn’t want him to leave, and it was just then that she remembered she would have to walk home alone, only the street lights illuminating her path. Against her better judgment, she asked him something that one should never do with a stranger. 

“Um…would you mind staying? Just until I close up?” She awkwardly proposed. It was probably the dumbest thing she had ever done in her life. Asking a complete stranger to wait for her as she empties the register and locks up, while being the only employee working. She didn’t even know his name. But something about his dark eyes put her at ease, and she rationalized that the intense staring from earlier was only because she must’ve had something on her face, or some of her tinted chapstick was smudged; after she tried to fix herself up, he dropped his gaze. So really, what could have possibly gone wrong? The man still seemed to be on edge, and his shoulders were hunched as he scooped up his stack of books and backed away from the counter. He was acting as if he was allergic to her and needed to stay as far away as possible all of a sudden. A drastic contrast to his earlier body language just a few minutes ago. He couldn’t have possibly needed to be anywhere else, considering it was pitch black outside and two hours to midnight.

“You give me permission to stay?” His tone was serious, but he wasn’t even looking at her. Instead, he was fixated on the clock, which was nearing 10 o’clock sharp every passing minute. 

“Yes.” She answered with pleading eyes. Upon hearing her words of consent, his shoulders relaxed, and he stepped closer to the counter again. They were both silent for a few moments as she paced around the store, flipping the sign from Open to Closed and clearing out the register. He looked away while she handled the money, which she genuinely appreciated. When she finished all of the important things, she punched out and grabbed her jacket and bag, turning off the lights and locking the door to the storage room that also doubled as the employees’ only area. Again, the store itself was big, but the back area was relatively small. A renovation was definitely overdue. 

“So, why did you want me to stay?” The man spoke up as they walked toward the front door. 

“I’ve never worked a closing shift before. Normally, my other coworker closes up, and he lets me leave early so I can catch the bus. But there are no buses running in my neighborhood this late, so it was either walk or call a cab, which I had no money for. Using my legs is free, though!” Y/N tried to sound optimistic. If only she hadn’t needed to buy groceries to survive, then she’d be putting her entire minimum wage paycheck into her savings. 

“Do you want me to walk with you?” The man sounded concerned. They were standing outside the bookstore as Y/N locked it with the key. The man had his hands tucked into the pockets of his black coat. The temperature had plummeted since the start of her shift. 

Up until that point, Y/N hadn’t considered asking any more of him. She had assumed that once she closed up, he’d dismiss himself. His willingness to walk her home was touching. 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’ve already asked way too much of you.” Y/N gave him an easy out, just in case he had only offered to be nice. Instead, he doubled down. 

“It would weigh on my conscience if I let you walk home in the dark all alone. Please, I insist.” Upon learning that he was being sincere, Y/N couldn’t help the growing blush on her cheeks from appearing. She was glad that it was dark out, and he probably couldn’t see. 

“Well…only if you insist.” She replied as the two started walking. They let another moment of silence pass before he spoke up again. 

“My name is Yoongi, by the way.” She glanced at him, squinting as she analyzed his features. He looked like a Yoongi, considering she had never heard the name before, and something about the man seemed so unique. 

“I’m Y/N.” She offered up in response. The man let out a small laugh, which caught her by surprise. “Oh, is my name amusing to you?” She smiled, but nonetheless curious to hear his reasoning. 

“I already knew your name; you had a nametag on in the store.” He explained, shaking his head, appearing entertained. Y/N felt like facepalming. Of course, she was wearing a nametag. How could she forget? 

“Oh my god. I’m so embarrassed.” She blurted out, shyly covering her face with her hands. 

“Don’t be, it’s 10 o’clock at night, everyone’s minds start to turn to mush.” He tried to reassure her, still obviously finding the conversation funny. 

Desperate to change the topic, Y/N began to rake her brain for questions to ask Yoongi. 

“So…I’ve never seen you come into the store before. Was this your first visit?” She said, gearing to the right as they rounded a corner. The streets were virtually deserted, with the exception of a few people walking across the street and a few cars swirling by every few minutes. 

“I moved here a year ago. I always pass by but never went in until today.” Yoongi explained, momentarily squinting at a man walking past us before trailing his eyes back to Y/N.  

“What made you want to come in today?” Y/N asked. Yoongi paused, thinking of a response. 

“I saw you from the window.” Y/N’s heart felt like it was in her throat after hearing his words. She bit her lip, unsure of what to say. He flashed a small smile again, which she eagerly returned. They weren’t holding hands, but the gap between them became smaller and smaller with every passing street and every turned corner. The two spoke a little longer, up until they reached Y/N’s apartment. 

Y/N was dreading reaching her residence, as she didn’t want the conversation to end, but she assumed Yoongi was just as tired and wanted to go home. If it hadn’t been for his blatant flirting, she would’ve felt even more drained than she did. She knew when she said goodbye and made her way up the stairs, she was going to have a hard time sleeping. She let out a heavy sigh, stopping in her tracks and turning to face Yoongi. 

“This is my stop.” She said, debating on her next move.

“Thank you for letting me walk you home,” Yoongi responded, eyes trained on hers. 

“Yoongi, I don’t think you’re the one who should be thanking me.” Y/N giggled. “Thank you for walking me home.” She emphasized, pointing a finger at his chest. 

“When’s your next shift?” Yoongi asked, that familiar smirk forming on his lips again. He realized she was fully comfortable in front of him now. 

“Hmm, what’s today? Tuesday? So my next shift is Thursday.” Y/N thought out loud. 

“Then you might see me on Thursday.” He stated, shrugging his shoulders. 

“You’re going to get through that huge stack of books by Thursday?” Y/N teased. 

“I’m a fast reader.” Yoongi threw his hands up jokingly. 

“Why don’t I just give you my number instead?” Y/N suggested, acting surprisingly bold for once in her life. She was 99% sure he was interested in her by now and figured it wouldn’t hurt to shoot her shot. It all felt like fate, meeting him on the one day she’s working alone. She felt like Yoongi had come into her life for a reason—hopefully, a good one. Yoongi tried to hide his surprise, quickly pulling out his phone to type in her number as she recited the memorized digits. “That way you don’t have to buy overpriced books to see me.” She said as he finished taking down her number. 

“Well then…You might be hearing from me before Thursday.” He wiggled his eyebrows. There was just something about him that she couldn’t place a finger on. He wasn’t like the other guys she had fallen for over the years. Maybe it was how interested he had been since the moment they locked eyes. Or maybe it was how considerate he had been the past two hours. She felt like she knew him; it must’ve been what compelled her to ask him to stay in the store while she closed up, or trusted him to walk her home, exposing where she lived and providing him with her actual phone number, not a fake one. The two stood centimeters apart, his eyes darting between her eyes and her mouth, but he chose not to lean forward, and neither did she. It was always best to leave things in a place where you had something to look forward to, she thought as she pressed her lips into a tight line. “Try and get a good night’s sleep.” He whispered before backing away. She shyly nodded in response, giving him one final wave before they parted. She watched from the entrance to her building as his dark silhouette became swallowed up by the darkness of the night. It was only when she couldn’t see him anymore that she finally turned around, giddier than ever as she made her way up the three flights of stairs. 

Little did Y/N know that Yoongi was still lurking around the complex, on the other side of the road. He couldn’t fully leave her until he heard the sound of her front door click shut. He needed that confirmation that she was safe. Y/N would also never know that even if she hadn’t wanted Yoongi to walk her home, he still would’ve followed her home from a distance, just like he had been doing every night for the past year. He had indeed seen her from the store window, just as he had every other night in the past 365 days. The only difference between tonight and every other night in the past was that the annoying coworker of hers was out of the picture for the week. It was a prime opportunity for Yoongi to go inside and finally interact with her. Fully infiltrate her thoughts and get a sense of who she was for once. He could never have a true relationship with her. It would be far too dangerous. He was always afraid of taking things too far. Just being around her, standing so close, and being able to smell her sweet blood. He didn’t even need to look at her to know that she had been blushing all night; he could sense it, smell it, and taste it. He felt the need to protect this girl, yet he wasn’t sure of why. 

He knew he was in deep trouble, mixing his protective nature with attraction. He never expected her to reciprocate his feelings. All he knew now was that he held power over her, but was trying to push away the thought that she might be holding power over him. Power over his emotions that had been dormant for decades. 

{A/N; YESSSSS, I finally get to use one of my favorite photos of Yoongi lol. It's the end of September, which means it is spooky season. I kept my promise that I would come back. I'm still not done with my book, but it's about 75% done. I'm back in school, though, which is the reason for my lack of writing, both on Tumblr and the book I'm writing. I've missed writing fanfics on here, as they don't take as much extensive planning as writing a book does. It gives me a nice break and a way to keep practicing my writing.

Anyway, I've never written anything supernatural before. I've read a lot of Vampire au! fanfictions on Tumblr over the years, and they're some of my favorites. I would make a recommendations list of my favorite BTS fanfics; however, digging through my Tumblr likes would take a long time, and a lot of those fanfics were sadly deleted🥲Plz fellow writers on here, even if you don't want to write anymore, never delete your work!

Again, this is MY FIRST SUPERNATURAL fic. I tried to do some research beforehand, which would explain the implied telepathy/mind-reading and senses, and the whole needing permission to be invited-in type of thing. I'm a Twilight fan so some of my knowledge comes from my Edward Cullen fascination.

But as always, I love you guys so much. Thank you again to everyone who voted in the poll for this fic, and I hope you enjoy it. There will probably be a part two if the reception is good for this one. Have a great day/night and mwahhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋}

[avianyuh]

In the process of writing a vampire fic, however I don’t know who to base it off of…I think it’ll be a BTS fic so which member would be most fitting as a vampire?

Jungkook

Yoongi

Jimin

Taehyung

Hoseok

Jin

Namjoon

Voting ended onSep 19, 2025

[avianyuh]

Video Games | Kim Seokjin

Summary: You have a crush on the guy who works at your local game store. As you start to frequent the store more often, your interactions with him leave you wondering if he might feel the same way? Or maybe it's all in your head...

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One of my favorite past times was spending my Saturdays at my favorite video game store. I had loved them since I was a kid. Going in and picking up used copies of games when I was low on money, picking up limited edition posters and taping them up on the walls of my childhood bedroom back from my hometown game store. 

Eventually, moving out and into my own place and retaping those same posters back up along with new ones. My friends often called my hobby a quirk, never outright making fun of me, but making me feel different from them, it was uniquely my one hobby, I never had any friends who shared the same interests as me. It never really bothered me though, since like I said, I only spent some Saturdays walking around the store, occasionally picking up a new copy of whatever I wanted to play that month or get some sort of merchandise. It was a way to let my inner geek out for a few hours, before going back into incognito for the rest of the week. But, when I moved into my own place and found this game store I quickly became a regular. 

When I first started going, I would walk around, looking at anything that piqued my interest. Upon my first visit to the store, simply named J’s Gaming, I got this strange feeling that someone was watching me as I waltzed around each corner of the room, and my intuition turned out to be correct. When I looked over my shoulder, there he was, eyes on me. The guy at the register. Even when he was assisting a customer, I frequently caught him staring at me. When I met his gaze, he quickly looked down or turned his head, seemingly avoiding me. When I made my way to the checkout counter, I was already interested in finding out what this guy's deal was. 

“Hello.” I greeted him as I slid over the game I was purchasing. Instead of responding, he nodded his head in acknowledgement, scanning the barcode on the case quickly before announcing the total. I pulled out some cash and as he made the change, darted my eyes to the right side of his uniform, looking for his nametag which displayed the name Seokjin. I thought I was discreet, but he ended up catching me looking. 

“I know the nametag says Seokjin, but I prefer Jin.” He stated, handing me the bag with my game. I blushed, embarrassed that he caught me snooping. Looking back, I’m not sure why I found it embarrassing, I mean, the whole point of a nametag is for someone to know who they’re talking to right? But between the way his eyes followed me wherever I went in the store and the fact that I found him to be so attractive, I couldn’t help but want to make a good first impression in front of him. After that, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that he had a lot to do with why that store became my favorite one to visit. 

Jin eventually started to recognize me as a regular and the formalities soon dropped whenever we’d interact. I assumed it was because he knew I would be coming back every other Saturday, so he didn’t have to try so hard to be polite. I remembered the first time he had a “casual” conversation with me. I had been surprised at first that he had remembered me from the three times I had come in to buy something so far. The store was usually very busy. I would say busy enough to the point you wouldn’t remember every single person who came into the store. 

 “You come in here a lot, right?” He had questioned me as he rang up a few games. 

“Oh god, is it that obvious?” I groaned, up until that point unaware of how often I must have frequented the store. He laughed, quickly glancing up at me, taking his attention off of scanning for a second. There was a line of other customers behind me, anxiously and impatiently tapping their feet, most likely wishing to be home and playing whatever it was they were buying today. This guy was pretty tall, broad shoulders, black hair cut neatly with bangs covering his forehead.

“Hey, it’s not a crime to spend your weekends here. I’ve just seen you around enough to notice you.” He shrugged, finishing his scanning and turning the screen to face me so I could scan my card. He bagged the three games I bought and handed it to me. “I’m assuming I’ll see you here next week?” He said, curiosity evident in his voice. 

“Depends on if I get through these games first.” I responded, giving him a friendly smile as I waved goodbye.

 It’s true I had often come into the store and seen him working the register. What I conveniently forgot to mention was the countless times the two of us had exchanged glances throughout those first few initial visits. After that conversation I had with him, I was hooked. I now knew that I not only liked him staring at me, but also trying to talk to me. 

As the first few months went by, his facial expressions started to change when we’d lock eyes as I’d walk through the front door of the store. At first, whenever he saw me, he’d almost look horrified for a few seconds. His eyes would go wide, like he was in shock. I actually felt kind of bad and would think back to the other times he’d ring me up. Raking my brain for something I might have said to him that offended him, or a dirty look I accidentally shot him. Apparently I’ve been told that I have a resting bitch face, which I try to keep under control by plastering on as many fake smiles as I can. But by my second month at the store and more awkward register conversations, his expression changed from horrified to friendly. When I’d walk in, he’d wave at me, or shoot me a warm smile. Those awkward conversations changed into pleasant small talk and by the sixth month mark, life updates. 

“Are you still working the same shift as that girl you were telling me about?” Jin queried, scanning the checkout line, making sure he could talk freely with me so he didn’t have to rush. 

“Yeah, Jenna.” I sighed. Jenna was a coworker of mine who never seemed to be in a good mood. I could never do anything right according to Jenna. She made me miserable at work and often caused me to dread any upcoming shift I had at work. She also frequently left work mid-shift, leaving me with twice the workload, especially when I worked the closing shifts. She never seemed to get fired, and the boss never reprimanded her. 

“I was thinking about what you could do on the days she leaves alone to finish work. Leave her station dirty, tell the manager that you were too busy to work both stations and that should hopefully expose her.” Jin explained, leaning over the counter so we were face to face. 

“Hmm, you make an interesting proposal Jin, I might have to test out your theory.” I said, trying to conceal my laugh. He seemed so focused on my work beef with Jenna. I couldn’t believe he even remembered the conversation we had where I had mentioned her giving me a hard time. Maybe he was interested in me? I thought to myself. I tried to shrug off the notion, not wanting to develop a legitimate crush on him, afraid it’d just lead to disappointment. Or worse, be something I had only imagined or built up in my head. I could sense that neither of us wanted to end the conversation. He wasn’t even checking behind me for other customers, he seemed solely focused on me. 

“Jin, can I ask you a question?” I tilted my head curiously, mirroring his actions and leaning against the counter. 

“Mhm” He hummed in response, smirking at me. 

“Who’s J? I always wondered who the owner was because I only ever see you working here?” His eyes that seemed to be so bright dimmed slightly upon hearing my question. I wondered why, maybe I had overstepped. “You don’t have to tell me.” I awkwardly laughed, trying to backtrack. 

“No, no I’ll tell you.” He motioned for me to come closer with his pointer finger. He brought his lips up to my ear, as I leaned in even closer, “His name is Jin.” My eyes went wide upon hearing the revelation. I gasped, pulling back just a tad. 

“Wait, wait, wait.” I waved my hands in front of me, “You’re the owner? Jin, that's so cool!” I exclaimed. “So, if you made the nametags, why didn’t you just put Jin instead of Seokjin?” I thought out loud. He snorted, finally leaning away from the counter. 

“Because, it makes me mysterious." He shrugged, which made me shake my head at the corny joke and laugh. 

Another few weeks went by and I hadn’t visited J’s Gaming in almost a month. Though I missed seeing Jin, I had to save up some money after learning my landlord had raised the rent. Out went leisure spending money, along with seeing Jin. During those few weekends I sat at home, watching TV or replaying a copy of a game sitting on my bookshelf, my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of him. I honestly felt guilty at first, feeling as if I had betrayed him. What if he thinks I stopped coming in? Maybe he thinks he was too invasive when he was asking questions about Jenna? 

I sincerely hoped that he wasn’t disappointed that I had stopped coming in. Or maybe he hadn’t noticed my absence at all. In that case I don’t know what would’ve been worse, either Jin thinking I was angry with him or had stopped coming to the store for whatever reason; or him completely forgetting about my existence just because I wasn’t popping in biweekly anymore. 

So that following Saturday, though I was low on cash and had no intention of spending any money, I made my way down to J’s Gaming, hoping to find JIn working behind the counter as usual so I could explain away my absence. The door chimed as I stepped in and the room was packed with people. Great, that’ll make it easy to talk to him, I sarcastically thought. I wasn’t buying anything, so technically there was no reason for me to be in the checkout line. I maneuvered my head around, shifting my weight onto my tiptoes, trying to get a good look at who was working the register. My brows furrowed in confusion when I lay my eyes on someone else working the counter. A stranger and Jin was nowhere to be seen. I felt my heart sink as I lowered myself back onto my feet, letting out a disappointed sigh. I started to think about my next steps. I guess I could just go home? Come back another weekend and hopefully he’ll be there. Or maybe even stop in on my way home from work one night. But again, that would be a gamble since I remembered Jin telling me that he mainly works weekends and often switches up his weekday schedule. I actually wasn’t 100% sure which days he even worked during the week, let alone what time of day. 

As I made my way back towards the entrance, I felt someone place a hand on my shoulder. “Haven’t seen you in awhile.” It was that familiar, sweet voice I had been craving. I gasped, turning around at record speed and coming face to face with Jin; or should I say face to chest since he was so much taller than me. 

“Jin? I came in looking for you but I assumed you weren’t here…Someone else is working at the register.” I stammered, suddenly nervous in his presence. I wondered if he was mad at me for not coming in? 

“I only came in today for about an hour to check on the store, I didn’t feel like working this Saturday because I didn’t think I would miss anything special.” He paused for a second, leaning against a shelf, “But I’m glad I came in, otherwise I would’ve missed you.” He was smiling at me, staring straight into my eyes. “So, where have you been?” He questioned.

“That’s actually why I came in here. I’ve been feeling so guilty these past few weeks, as stupid as that sounds because I haven’t been coming in. My rent was raised so I haven’t been spending as much money.” I explained, watching as he listened attentively. 

“Y/N, why would you feel guilty? I wasn’t mad at all if that’s what you think. Sure, I was worried about you because you stopped coming in because that’s out of character for you. I’m glad to know it wasn’t anything too bad…” He smiled warmly, his words making me feel reassured. 

I laughed, covering my hands over my face. Just like that he talked me off my ledge of overthinking. “Honestly, the worst part about it was not being able to talk to you. You’re my favorite part of my weekend.” I couldn’t believe I had admitted that to him, but the way he made me feel special, the fact that he said he was worried about me? I couldn’t help myself. 

“Are you doing anything the rest of the day?” Jin blurted out, which caught me off guard. “I just, uh, you know since we’re both free right now, or at least I’m free…” He murmured, nervously rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. 

“I’m free, yeah, uh, what did you have in mind?” I agreed, trying to act cool. His eyebrows raised in surprise. He smirked as he took my hand and led me towards the door, holding it open for me as we walked outside.

“Do you drink coffee?”  

~

{A/N: First Jin fic on my account, I've been wanting to write something about him for so long! I hope you all enjoy it. As always, have a great day/night ; I love you so, so much & mwahhhhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋💋}

[avianyuh]

You Get Me | Min Yoongi

PART THREE

Summary: After agreeing to keep things "professional" you try to swallow your feelings for Yoongi. At first it's going well, until the last week of production when Yoongi suddenly announces that you need to make more edits to the album, leading to more confusing feelings and frustration. Things take a turn when Y/N meets a new man in pursuit of finding a way to debut her work.

[Part One] [Part Two]

The first week after Yoongi and I decided to keep it strictly professional was unbearably awkward. Every glance, grazing of a hand, smile, frown, hum or laugh led to overanalyzing and overthinking. It was exhausting. But I realized that I wasn’t spending almost every free night I had in this cold studio for Yoongi, I was spending it here for my album. I needed to stay focused. So I swallowed my conflicted feelings and tried to keep my eye on the prize. We were able to stay cordial and things almost felt as if they had gone back to normal a month later. I stopped second guessing every interaction I had with him and taking the high road led to the album being basically finished by the end of the month. I had recorded about twelve songs. But I had noticed that in the past week, supposedly the last week of working with Yoongi, he started to mention that he wasn’t entirely happy with the finished product. 

“What do you mean something sounds off? Yoongi, it sounds great to me.” I questioned him, taking off the spare pair of headphones in the studio. Yoongi sat, leaned back in his chair, with his arms crossed. He shook his head in disapproval. 

“Track three is too short, we shouldn’t have scraped those few extra verses last month. Track five doesn’t have a good beat after I went back and listened to it again and track twelve isn’t strong enough to close the album. It’s just three songs but I’m going to need a few more weeks with you in order to finish this album.” Yoongi shrugged, clicking away on his computer, not even looking at me. 

“Yoongi, I’ve spent almost every free night I’ve had the past three months working on this album with you. Why didn’t you bring this up weeks ago? Why now, we’re almost done.” I said in frustration. Just last week, he had told me the album barely needed any changes, what could’ve possibly changed in a week?

“I understand this is taking up your time, but it’s your album, don’t you want it to be perfect? You’ve invested so much time into it already, how would another week hurt?” I bit  my lip and stared at the open folder of songs on the screen. Yoongi was right, another week wouldn’t hurt if it meant perfecting it. 

“Fine.”  I sighed, which made Yoongi produce a small smile. “But please, let’s try to finish this by next week. I’m sure you have other people that want to work with you too.” The small smile that was resting on his lips disappeared. 

“I’m not in a rush.” He murmured, turning around and back towards his computer. Part of me wondered if Yoongi was telling the truth about those three songs. A week ago he said he loved track five and now he claims it doesn’t have a good beat? I thought back to when I told Yoongi I couldn’t keep in contact with him after we finished working together. As much as I yearned to have him in my life, he said it himself, he doesn’t do relationships. If Yoongi truly wanted to be with me, he had three months to make it happen. I half regretted sleeping with him. My mind often wanders back to that night. I remember the way he touched me, the way he kissed me. But then I think about how he slept with me, never called, and told me he couldn’t be with me after the fact. For how great he made me feel, he also made me feel used. I just understand why he doesn’t want to end this working relationship. What would be his motive for delaying the album. If he wanted to spend more time with me, why? Does he have feelings for me? After everything he told me, I assumed he didn’t have the capacity to feel anything for me. I know deep down the album is fine, and admittedly I am a bit annoyed I have to come back here and sacrifice a good night's sleep to spend time with a man I want but can’t have. But deep down, I’m happy that I get to see him for one more week. 

The next morning I had journeyed back to the neighborhood bookstore. The same one I ran into Namjoon three months ago. And maybe it was luck, a coincidence, or because we simply lived in the same area, but I bumped into Namjoon in the checkout line. 

“Y/N?” Namjoon said, I turned around and craned my head up to look at him. Namjoon was one of the tallest people I knew. 

“Namjoon!” I gasped, pulling him into a hug. “How’ve you been?” I asked, moving over so the person behind us in the line could check out. 

“Good, good, just been working, what about you? How’s the album?” He excitedly questioned. I smiled, happy to know that he remembered. 

“It’s basically finished. Next week, we’re adding the finishing touches and then I’ll see what I can do to market it.” I nodded, praying he wouldn’t ask about Yoongi. 

“Has Yoongi been behaving?” Namjoon chuckled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. I let out a fake laugh, debating on if I should cave and let Namjoon know about what happened last month. Maybe Yoongi already told him? I thought to myself. 

“Oh, uh, he’s been great. He’s respected the vision I had for the album since day one. Thank you again for recommending him. I don’t think this album would have ever come to fruition if you hadn’t introduced me to him.” I said genuinely. Namjoon gave me a pat on the shoulder. 

“My only payment is that I want to be one of the first people to hear it when it’s finished. You should have a listening party or something…” Namjoon proposed. Before I could respond, someone behind us cleared his throat. Both Namjoon and I turned and came face to face with a man a little shorter than Namjoon. He stared at me, giving me a warm smile as a greeting. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt but I couldn’t help but listen to your conversation. You’re coming out with an album, correct?” He asked, still staring at me. I nodded in agreement, waiting for him to continue. “If you’re not sure on how to promote the album, I might know of a way. I run a small festival down at the park annually. Local talent comes and performs on this stage we set up in the open field. We raise money for different charities and it’s becoming a great way for musicians to gain some exposure.” 

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. The mystery man seemed to pick up on the intrigue that must’ve been evident on my face since he let out a laugh. Namjoon nudged my side, whispering that I should do it. 

“Um, wow, that would actually be a great way to debut it.” I exclaimed, “What day is this festival?” I asked, taking out my phone so I could type down all of the information. 

“Next Friday. I guess I’ll take your interest as a yes?” He asked, also reaching for his phone. 

“100 percent!” I said excitedly. I smiled at Namjoon, he looked equally as surprised and excited as I was. 

“What’s your name again?” The man asked. 

“Y/N” I said, frantically typing, and he did the same, most likely adding my name to a list of performers. 

“Could I actually get your number? That way I can stay in contact with you and let you know what time you’ll be going on stage. We’ll also work out how many songs you want to perform off of the album.” He explained, handing me his phone so I could add my number. 

“Oh my god. I was so excited I forgot to ask you…What’s your name?” I questioned, realizing I still didn’t know who he was. 

“Hoseok.” He smiled, taking his phone out of my hands. He was actually pretty good looking. He had this really bright smile that always reached his eyes, his jawline was sharp and he had an athletic build. “I’ll reach out soon” He said reassuringly, waving at us and turning around to leave. 

“Wow Y/N, congratulations.” Namjoon said, wrapping an arm around me. “You should invite Yoongi. I know he doesn’t go out much but I’m sure he’d want to watch you on stage too.” Namjoon was right, and I actually couldn’t wait to tell Yoongi about the festival. 

A few days later, I was back in Yoongi’s studio. After we had fixed up track three, Yoongi had offered to order some food. I honestly didn’t want to leave, since I was having a lot of fun with him so I accepted the offer. As we sat and hovered over the as we ate, I thought it’d be a good time to mention the festival. “So, a few days ago, I ran into Namjoon at the bookstore.” Yoongi glanced up from his food, expressing interest in the story. “We were talking and he was asking me about the album. So, I was telling him about how we were almost done and this was probably the last week we’d be working on it.” Yoongi hummed in response before I continued. “Then this guy interrupted and he said he organizes this festival every year and he’d like me to perform some songs there. It’s held at the park.” I said excitedly. Yoongi’s eyebrows raised in surprise and he stood up from his seat. He pulled me up and into his embrace. 

“Y/N, that’s amazing, I’m so proud of you.” He said, but he came out muffled since his face was buried in my hair. We stayed in each other’s arms for a few seconds too long. It was nice, it felt secure, it felt…right. 

“Yoongi…” I paused, suddenly feeling nervous. “Would you be interested in coming to watch? I’d really like it if you could be there.” I asked, pulling away slightly so I could get a good glimpse of his face. He looked past me, his grip loosening up by each passing second. 

“What day is it?” He questioned, fully pulling away. 

“Friday.” I responded. 

“I don’t think I can make it.” He said coldly. I furrowed my brows together. 

“Why? Do you need to work, normally you don’t do anything on Friday.” I probed. 

“Well this Friday I need to work, I’m sorry.” Yoongi snapped, sitting back in his seat, a vast difference from two minutes ago. 

“Okay.” I whispered, looking down at my shoes before also taking a seat. 

Throughout the week I had been texting back and forth with Hoseok. First he had sent me some information about what time I’d be going on. Then I sent him the two songs I wanted to perform. He had liked them so much to the point he called me to talk about them. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard songs that good.” He had complimented. “You have an incredible voice.” 

By Thursday night, he had invited me over to his apartment to talk and go over everything. As we sat on the couch, I found myself feeling conflicted. Just a week ago, all I wanted was for Yoongi to tell me he took back everything he had said about not wanting a relationship. Yet here I was, sitting next to a guy who seemed to be genuinely sweet and interested in me. I found myself attracted to Hoseok, but every time I started to fall, I would see Yoongi in my mind and I would get a pang of something horrible in my chest. 

“I know you’re going to do great.” Hoseok reassured me, placing his hand over mine. I stared down at the sight, a smile forming at the corners of my lips. 

“Thank you again, for introducing yourself and letting me know about this whole thing.” I said. 

“Well, it was a great way to find an excuse to talk to you.” He chuckled. “At first I thought that guy you were with was your boyfriend but I realized he wasn’t after I started listening to your conversation. It was a happy realization." Hoseok explained, glancing at me. 

“So it wasn’t just about the music?” I teased. He shook his head, his eyes trailing down to my lips. I glanced down at my shoes, my face feeling hot all of a sudden. He lifted my chin with his finger, moving my face towards his own. His lips molded against my own as I leaned my weight towards him. He pulled me onto his lap as I started to straddle him. The kisses were soft, gentle but not fiery. It was like my kisses with Yoongi. Nothing like those. Hoseok was nice, but I found myself feeling guilty, almost as if I was leading him on. I tried to lean into the moment as I felt him place his hand on my butt, his other hand cupped my face. I tried to focus on the moment, tried to shut my mind off but I just couldn’t. I pulled away, stopping the kiss, stopping the moment as a whole. 

“I’m sorry Hoseok.” I said as I removed myself from his lap. He looked confused, but I placed a hand on his thigh. “I just think I should go home, you did nothing wrong but I should probably just focus on the festival tomorrow. But we’ll talk after, okay?” I pleaded, hoping he wasn’t angry. 

“Yeah, yeah sure.” He responded unconvincingly. I’m sure he was running through the whole interaction in his mind, trying to figure out what he did wrong. Little did he know, as long as I had feelings for Yoongi, no one stood a chance. 

The day of the performance, I had successfully avoided Hoseok for the most part. His friend was working the stage area, and I assumed he was out doing crowd control. I clutched the neck of my guitar, feeling jittery, as if I had drank ten cups of coffee. My heart was pounding as I peaked out of the curtains, noticing the group of my friends, including Namjoon, all looking excited to watch me perform. Tomorrow I was supposed to pick up the final copy of the album from Yoongi, we had finished the last of the album late Wednesday night. I was feeling emotional. It was a mixture of sadness for officially marking the end of my time around Yoongi, but also feeling proud of myself for finishing my own album. I had achieved a life goal so early on and now I was getting to celebrate it in front of hundreds of people. 

By the time I was introduced, I sat down and gave a quick introduction, waving towards my friends. I started strumming on my guitar, starting with the first track on the album. The second song was track six, one of my favorites. Halfway through the first song, something shocking happened. I noticed someone walking down the aisle, making their way into the group of my friends. There he was. Yoongi. He did come. He did care. He greeted Namjoon quickly, before turning to watch me. Yoongi noticed me staring at him, and he gave me an encouraging look, mouthing “You got this.” I nodded as I continued singing. On the other side of the audience was Hoseok, who never took his eyes off of me. 

By the end of my set, I had received a standing ovation. I thanked the crowd before walking off stage and back into the audience. 

I greeted my friends, hugged Namjoon and thanked everyone for coming. Yoongi walked up to me, hands in his pockets, “You did great.” He said. 

“I can’t believe you came. I thought you were busy?” I asked, frowning. He looked around before grabbing my arm and taking my back behind the stage, away from everyone. 

“I fucking did it again. I panicked and I pushed you away. Y/N I have to admit, this whole week, there was nothing that needed to be fixed. I just…I didn’t want to let you go. I know you said you didn’t want to keep in touch, but I couldn’t let that happen. I’m still crazy about you. I think about you all of the time.” I suddenly felt light, like a weight had been lifted from off of my shoulders as I listened to Yoongi’s words. 

“Yoongi, why didn’t you say anything sooner?” I questioned, suddenly feeling even worse about kissing Hoseok last night. 

“I needed to work through all of my shit first. I want to make this work with you. I don’t want you in my life as a client anymore, I want you in my life as my girlfriend.” He  was saying everything I had been waiting for the past three months, yet because of what happened last night, I couldn’t bring myself to fully give in. I needed to confess, to get a clean slate.

“Yoongi, I have to tell you something. I don’t know if this changes anything but last night I kissed someone else. But I turned him down because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I don’t know why I did it, I assumed you weren’t interested in me.” I explained, tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, afraid I’d raise my head and he’d be gone. But instead, I felt him lift my head up and wipe my tears away. 

“Why are you crying?” He asked, pulling me toward him. 

“Because…I feel horrible about it, I feel like I played with your feelings, I had no idea you felt this way.” I sniffled, resting my head against his chest unsure if this would be the definitive last time I’d be able to do it. 

“You shouldn’t feel guilty about it. We weren’t together, I kept pushing you away, you had no idea.” He whispered soothingly. 

“You aren’t mad?” I stammered, looking up at him. 

“No. I’m sorry I put you through all of this confusion.” He apologized. I squeezed him even tighter. “I’m just glad it’s over. I’m so happy I’m with you now.” 

~

{A/N: Part Three is here, which means this series is finished. I hope you enjoy it! Lmao not Hobi catching strays I'm so sorry lololol. Have a good day/night. I love you all so so much and mwahhhhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋}

[avianyuh]

You Get Me | Min Yoongi

PART THREE

Summary: After agreeing to keep things "professional" you try to swallow your feelings for Yoongi. At first it's going well, until the last week of production when Yoongi suddenly announces that you need to make more edits to the album, leading to more confusing feelings and frustration. Things take a turn when Y/N meets a new man in pursuit of finding a way to debut her work.

[Part One] [Part Two]

The first week after Yoongi and I decided to keep it strictly professional was unbearably awkward. Every glance, grazing of a hand, smile, frown, hum or laugh led to overanalyzing and overthinking. It was exhausting. But I realized that I wasn’t spending almost every free night I had in this cold studio for Yoongi, I was spending it here for my album. I needed to stay focused. So I swallowed my conflicted feelings and tried to keep my eye on the prize. We were able to stay cordial and things almost felt as if they had gone back to normal a month later. I stopped second guessing every interaction I had with him and taking the high road led to the album being basically finished by the end of the month. I had recorded about twelve songs. But I had noticed that in the past week, supposedly the last week of working with Yoongi, he started to mention that he wasn’t entirely happy with the finished product. 

“What do you mean something sounds off? Yoongi, it sounds great to me.” I questioned him, taking off the spare pair of headphones in the studio. Yoongi sat, leaned back in his chair, with his arms crossed. He shook his head in disapproval. 

“Track three is too short, we shouldn’t have scraped those few extra verses last month. Track five doesn’t have a good beat after I went back and listened to it again and track twelve isn’t strong enough to close the album. It’s just three songs but I’m going to need a few more weeks with you in order to finish this album.” Yoongi shrugged, clicking away on his computer, not even looking at me. 

“Yoongi, I’ve spent almost every free night I’ve had the past three months working on this album with you. Why didn’t you bring this up weeks ago? Why now, we’re almost done.” I said in frustration. Just last week, he had told me the album barely needed any changes, what could’ve possibly changed in a week?

“I understand this is taking up your time, but it’s your album, don’t you want it to be perfect? You’ve invested so much time into it already, how would another week hurt?” I bit  my lip and stared at the open folder of songs on the screen. Yoongi was right, another week wouldn’t hurt if it meant perfecting it. 

“Fine.”  I sighed, which made Yoongi produce a small smile. “But please, let’s try to finish this by next week. I’m sure you have other people that want to work with you too.” The small smile that was resting on his lips disappeared. 

“I’m not in a rush.” He murmured, turning around and back towards his computer. Part of me wondered if Yoongi was telling the truth about those three songs. A week ago he said he loved track five and now he claims it doesn’t have a good beat? I thought back to when I told Yoongi I couldn’t keep in contact with him after we finished working together. As much as I yearned to have him in my life, he said it himself, he doesn’t do relationships. If Yoongi truly wanted to be with me, he had three months to make it happen. I half regretted sleeping with him. My mind often wanders back to that night. I remember the way he touched me, the way he kissed me. But then I think about how he slept with me, never called, and told me he couldn’t be with me after the fact. For how great he made me feel, he also made me feel used. I just understand why he doesn’t want to end this working relationship. What would be his motive for delaying the album. If he wanted to spend more time with me, why? Does he have feelings for me? After everything he told me, I assumed he didn’t have the capacity to feel anything for me. I know deep down the album is fine, and admittedly I am a bit annoyed I have to come back here and sacrifice a good night's sleep to spend time with a man I want but can’t have. But deep down, I’m happy that I get to see him for one more week. 

The next morning I had journeyed back to the neighborhood bookstore. The same one I ran into Namjoon three months ago. And maybe it was luck, a coincidence, or because we simply lived in the same area, but I bumped into Namjoon in the checkout line. 

“Y/N?” Namjoon said, I turned around and craned my head up to look at him. Namjoon was one of the tallest people I knew. 

“Namjoon!” I gasped, pulling him into a hug. “How’ve you been?” I asked, moving over so the person behind us in the line could check out. 

“Good, good, just been working, what about you? How’s the album?” He excitedly questioned. I smiled, happy to know that he remembered. 

“It’s basically finished. Next week, we’re adding the finishing touches and then I’ll see what I can do to market it.” I nodded, praying he wouldn’t ask about Yoongi. 

“Has Yoongi been behaving?” Namjoon chuckled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. I let out a fake laugh, debating on if I should cave and let Namjoon know about what happened last month. Maybe Yoongi already told him? I thought to myself. 

“Oh, uh, he’s been great. He’s respected the vision I had for the album since day one. Thank you again for recommending him. I don’t think this album would have ever come to fruition if you hadn’t introduced me to him.” I said genuinely. Namjoon gave me a pat on the shoulder. 

“My only payment is that I want to be one of the first people to hear it when it’s finished. You should have a listening party or something…” Namjoon proposed. Before I could respond, someone behind us cleared his throat. Both Namjoon and I turned and came face to face with a man a little shorter than Namjoon. He stared at me, giving me a warm smile as a greeting. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt but I couldn’t help but listen to your conversation. You’re coming out with an album, correct?” He asked, still staring at me. I nodded in agreement, waiting for him to continue. “If you’re not sure on how to promote the album, I might know of a way. I run a small festival down at the park annually. Local talent comes and performs on this stage we set up in the open field. We raise money for different charities and it’s becoming a great way for musicians to gain some exposure.” 

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. The mystery man seemed to pick up on the intrigue that must’ve been evident on my face since he let out a laugh. Namjoon nudged my side, whispering that I should do it. 

“Um, wow, that would actually be a great way to debut it.” I exclaimed, “What day is this festival?” I asked, taking out my phone so I could type down all of the information. 

“Next Friday. I guess I’ll take your interest as a yes?” He asked, also reaching for his phone. 

“100 percent!” I said excitedly. I smiled at Namjoon, he looked equally as surprised and excited as I was. 

“What’s your name again?” The man asked. 

“Y/N” I said, frantically typing, and he did the same, most likely adding my name to a list of performers. 

“Could I actually get your number? That way I can stay in contact with you and let you know what time you’ll be going on stage. We’ll also work out how many songs you want to perform off of the album.” He explained, handing me his phone so I could add my number. 

“Oh my god. I was so excited I forgot to ask you…What’s your name?” I questioned, realizing I still didn’t know who he was. 

“Hoseok.” He smiled, taking his phone out of my hands. He was actually pretty good looking. He had this really bright smile that always reached his eyes, his jawline was sharp and he had an athletic build. “I’ll reach out soon” He said reassuringly, waving at us and turning around to leave. 

“Wow Y/N, congratulations.” Namjoon said, wrapping an arm around me. “You should invite Yoongi. I know he doesn’t go out much but I’m sure he’d want to watch you on stage too.” Namjoon was right, and I actually couldn’t wait to tell Yoongi about the festival. 

A few days later, I was back in Yoongi’s studio. After we had fixed up track three, Yoongi had offered to order some food. I honestly didn’t want to leave, since I was having a lot of fun with him so I accepted the offer. As we sat and hovered over the as we ate, I thought it’d be a good time to mention the festival. “So, a few days ago, I ran into Namjoon at the bookstore.” Yoongi glanced up from his food, expressing interest in the story. “We were talking and he was asking me about the album. So, I was telling him about how we were almost done and this was probably the last week we’d be working on it.” Yoongi hummed in response before I continued. “Then this guy interrupted and he said he organizes this festival every year and he’d like me to perform some songs there. It’s held at the park.” I said excitedly. Yoongi’s eyebrows raised in surprise and he stood up from his seat. He pulled me up and into his embrace. 

“Y/N, that’s amazing, I’m so proud of you.” He said, but he came out muffled since his face was buried in my hair. We stayed in each other’s arms for a few seconds too long. It was nice, it felt secure, it felt…right. 

“Yoongi…” I paused, suddenly feeling nervous. “Would you be interested in coming to watch? I’d really like it if you could be there.” I asked, pulling away slightly so I could get a good glimpse of his face. He looked past me, his grip loosening up by each passing second. 

“What day is it?” He questioned, fully pulling away. 

“Friday.” I responded. 

“I don’t think I can make it.” He said coldly. I furrowed my brows together. 

“Why? Do you need to work, normally you don’t do anything on Friday.” I probed. 

“Well this Friday I need to work, I’m sorry.” Yoongi snapped, sitting back in his seat, a vast difference from two minutes ago. 

“Okay.” I whispered, looking down at my shoes before also taking a seat. 

Throughout the week I had been texting back and forth with Hoseok. First he had sent me some information about what time I’d be going on. Then I sent him the two songs I wanted to perform. He had liked them so much to the point he called me to talk about them. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard songs that good.” He had complimented. “You have an incredible voice.” 

By Thursday night, he had invited me over to his apartment to talk and go over everything. As we sat on the couch, I found myself feeling conflicted. Just a week ago, all I wanted was for Yoongi to tell me he took back everything he had said about not wanting a relationship. Yet here I was, sitting next to a guy who seemed to be genuinely sweet and interested in me. I found myself attracted to Hoseok, but every time I started to fall, I would see Yoongi in my mind and I would get a pang of something horrible in my chest. 

“I know you’re going to do great.” Hoseok reassured me, placing his hand over mine. I stared down at the sight, a smile forming at the corners of my lips. 

“Thank you again, for introducing yourself and letting me know about this whole thing.” I said. 

“Well, it was a great way to find an excuse to talk to you.” He chuckled. “At first I thought that guy you were with was your boyfriend but I realized he wasn’t after I started listening to your conversation. It was a happy realization." Hoseok explained, glancing at me. 

“So it wasn’t just about the music?” I teased. He shook his head, his eyes trailing down to my lips. I glanced down at my shoes, my face feeling hot all of a sudden. He lifted my chin with his finger, moving my face towards his own. His lips molded against my own as I leaned my weight towards him. He pulled me onto his lap as I started to straddle him. The kisses were soft, gentle but not fiery. It was like my kisses with Yoongi. Nothing like those. Hoseok was nice, but I found myself feeling guilty, almost as if I was leading him on. I tried to lean into the moment as I felt him place his hand on my butt, his other hand cupped my face. I tried to focus on the moment, tried to shut my mind off but I just couldn’t. I pulled away, stopping the kiss, stopping the moment as a whole. 

“I’m sorry Hoseok.” I said as I removed myself from his lap. He looked confused, but I placed a hand on his thigh. “I just think I should go home, you did nothing wrong but I should probably just focus on the festival tomorrow. But we’ll talk after, okay?” I pleaded, hoping he wasn’t angry. 

“Yeah, yeah sure.” He responded unconvincingly. I’m sure he was running through the whole interaction in his mind, trying to figure out what he did wrong. Little did he know, as long as I had feelings for Yoongi, no one stood a chance. 

The day of the performance, I had successfully avoided Hoseok for the most part. His friend was working the stage area, and I assumed he was out doing crowd control. I clutched the neck of my guitar, feeling jittery, as if I had drank ten cups of coffee. My heart was pounding as I peaked out of the curtains, noticing the group of my friends, including Namjoon, all looking excited to watch me perform. Tomorrow I was supposed to pick up the final copy of the album from Yoongi, we had finished the last of the album late Wednesday night. I was feeling emotional. It was a mixture of sadness for officially marking the end of my time around Yoongi, but also feeling proud of myself for finishing my own album. I had achieved a life goal so early on and now I was getting to celebrate it in front of hundreds of people. 

By the time I was introduced, I sat down and gave a quick introduction, waving towards my friends. I started strumming on my guitar, starting with the first track on the album. The second song was track six, one of my favorites. Halfway through the first song, something shocking happened. I noticed someone walking down the aisle, making their way into the group of my friends. There he was. Yoongi. He did come. He did care. He greeted Namjoon quickly, before turning to watch me. Yoongi noticed me staring at him, and he gave me an encouraging look, mouthing “You got this.” I nodded as I continued singing. On the other side of the audience was Hoseok, who never took his eyes off of me. 

By the end of my set, I had received a standing ovation. I thanked the crowd before walking off stage and back into the audience. 

I greeted my friends, hugged Namjoon and thanked everyone for coming. Yoongi walked up to me, hands in his pockets, “You did great.” He said. 

“I can’t believe you came. I thought you were busy?” I asked, frowning. He looked around before grabbing my arm and taking my back behind the stage, away from everyone. 

“I fucking did it again. I panicked and I pushed you away. Y/N I have to admit, this whole week, there was nothing that needed to be fixed. I just…I didn’t want to let you go. I know you said you didn’t want to keep in touch, but I couldn’t let that happen. I’m still crazy about you. I think about you all of the time.” I suddenly felt light, like a weight had been lifted from off of my shoulders as I listened to Yoongi’s words. 

“Yoongi, why didn’t you say anything sooner?” I questioned, suddenly feeling even worse about kissing Hoseok last night. 

“I needed to work through all of my shit first. I want to make this work with you. I don’t want you in my life as a client anymore, I want you in my life as my girlfriend.” He  was saying everything I had been waiting for the past three months, yet because of what happened last night, I couldn’t bring myself to fully give in. I needed to confess, to get a clean slate.

“Yoongi, I have to tell you something. I don’t know if this changes anything but last night I kissed someone else. But I turned him down because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I don’t know why I did it, I assumed you weren’t interested in me.” I explained, tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, afraid I’d raise my head and he’d be gone. But instead, I felt him lift my head up and wipe my tears away. 

“Why are you crying?” He asked, pulling me toward him. 

“Because…I feel horrible about it, I feel like I played with your feelings, I had no idea you felt this way.” I sniffled, resting my head against his chest unsure if this would be the definitive last time I’d be able to do it. 

“You shouldn’t feel guilty about it. We weren’t together, I kept pushing you away, you had no idea.” He whispered soothingly. 

“You aren’t mad?” I stammered, looking up at him. 

“No. I’m sorry I put you through all of this confusion.” He apologized. I squeezed him even tighter. “I’m just glad it’s over. I’m so happy I’m with you now.” 

~

{A/N: Part Three is here, which means this series is finished. I hope you enjoy it! Lmao not Hobi catching strays I'm so sorry lololol. Have a good day/night. I love you all so so much and mwahhhhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋}

[avianyuh]

You Get Me | Min Yoongi

Part Two

Summary: After a month of recording, Y/n and Yoongi have grown closer. Late night talks and a half completed album lead to a late night at the studio that ends in his apartment. But what happens after that fateful night?

[Part One]

A month later, I had not only adapted to the cold air in his studio, but had found myself thoroughly enjoying every moment I spent with Yoongi more and more. I looked forward to walking down the dark stairwell outside of the apartment building, going all the way down to the bottom floor where his studio was situated. Every time he opened the door to greet me, his cold face would warm up, a smile would paint his lips and it would meet his eyes as Yoongi would wave me into his safe place. At least that’s what he called it. “It’s my safe place, I can do anything in here, sometimes I prefer to sleep here instead of my apartment. I just feel productive down here…” 

The first few weeks were spent getting to know each other and solely working on songs. “I think I'd be able to do my best work if I knew you well.” Yoongi had said during our second session. “You're handing over your personal writings and trusting me to turn them into songs. I think I need to learn about who you are in order to give you the best album.” 

At the time I found it endearing, but felt nervous opening up to him. Maybe it was due to the fact I found him attractive? I didn't want to sound stupid in front of him. So when he'd ask me about certain songs and I'd explain how most of the sad songs were about pointless situationships and one actual ex, I assumed he was silently judging me. 

“I had gone on a few dates with this guy and I really thought he was into me but he just stopped responding to my texts. So, I felt like the only way to get over it was to write it out” I shrugged, avoiding eye contact with him. I wondered if he thought I was pathetic? Bad at making an album and love. He had never given me a reason to assume he was anything but kind, I just found myself judging everything I told him, afraid of ruining my delusional “chance” with him. 

“That guy’s an idiot.” He had responded after I had finished the story. “He didn’t deserve you…” Yoongi continued. I couldn’t think of a good response at the time and instead opted to smile at him, which he returned. Over time, Yoongi also started to slowly open up, which surprised me. 

After a month of talking about my personal life with Yoongi in between recording and mouthfuls of takeout food, I had assumed we would either end the night there or go back to work. 

“I remember the first song I ever wrote. It was about this girl in my class back in High School, I liked her. Always stared at her in class, but she never noticed me. Before we had graduated, I had noticed that she'd started dating some other guy. It crushed me and for the life of me, no matter how many weeks had passed…I just couldn't get over it. Over her. So, I started jotting down some of my thoughts and I somehow made a poem out of it. I had already been playing piano for a few years by that point, so I made a song out of it. That was when I realized I had a passion for music…” Yoongi explained. He was sitting next to me, his chair turned towards my own. Because of how quiet he always seemed, I assumed that behind his stoney exterior he did indeed have a softer side to him, which I was now seeing. 

“That's actually how I started writing music too.” I chimed in, tilting my head at him in amusement. “I liked some guy and he really never noticed me. I think I titled it ‘Unrequited Love’ or something stupid like that…” I laughed. He seemed intrigued as he looked at me with a sense of intensity. He always gave me these longing glances and I had never been sure if it was real or not. 

“How could anyone not notice you?” Yoongi said, not breaking eye contact. His voice was low, his computer screen long abandoned as it started to dim from a lack of inactivity. We had been talking for the last half hour after finishing up track six. I nervously laughed, shifting my weight in my seat. 

“I don't know…I’m nothing special.” I murmured, refusing to meet his gaze. I suddenly found myself hyper aware of the situation. Was he flirting with me? I thought as I quickly scanned his face, searching for any sign of humour, insincerity, something to stop me from fully falling down the rabbit hole, but he looked serious, almost pissied off. 

“That's bullshit.” He quickly responded, grabbing my hands, pulling my chair closer towards his own. “This whole past month, for the first time in years, I actually look forward to working with someone all night.” His thumb trailed over the top of my own, sending a shiver down my spine. “You're incredibly special to me.” He whispered, his gaze darting between my eyes and lips. I swallowed, also debating on whether I should look into his dark eyes or his lips. Before I could fully take in what was happening, we both leaned in, our lips joining together. Yoongi’s mouth moved against mine perfectly. I let a quiet moan slip past my lips as he sank his teeth down onto my lower lip. My hands traveled into his hair, while his own hands cupped my face.

I climbed into his lap and Yoongi swiveled his chair around so my back was against the edge of the desk. I could feel the heat forming between my legs as I gasped for air in between kisses. He moved his lips down to my neck, along with his hands which now settled onto my waist. He bit down on the skin of my neck, making me cry out his name. “Do you want to do this? We don't have to.” He said, moving his face away from my neck, but his hands stayed placed firmly on my waist, keeping me steady. 

“I want to.” I responded, moving the hair out of his eyes. “I've wanted to do this since the day I met you.” I confessed, a blush still finding a way to creep onto my cheeks, in spite of my compromised position. He nodded and smiled, placing a chaste kiss on my lips before resuming his movements. First my shirt came off, followed by my jeans and bra. He carried me over and sprawled me out on the black leather couch in the back corner of the studio, removing his own clothes before all that was left between us was our underwear. We were both out of breath, panting, foreheads pressed together. 

“I'm crazy about you.” Yoongi said, staring into my eyes. He trailed his kisses all the way down to my panties, which he slowly removed, along with his own. He held my hands as he slipped in and out, he never broke eye contact other than the few times he tested his head in the crook of my neck. 

After he finished, he lay side by side for a few moments. My breathing steadied after a while, along with his own. Yoongi turned to face me, resting his head against his arm, using it like a pillow. 

“Do you want to spend the night with me?” He questioned, his face returning back to its blank expression I had become used to. I nodded, silently agreeing, instead of words opting to grab his hand and kiss it. 

We redressed, and I watched from the door as Yoongi shut his programs, equipment  and computer down, turning off the light and locking the door behind us. 

Inside of his apartment, it carried the same appearance of his studio. Nothing too bright, everything was a neutral color, a keyboard was set up against one of the walls in the living room of his apartment. He led me to the bedroom, and pulled out one of his t-shirts from his dresser drawers, handing it to me with a soft smile. Before we went to sleep, he held me in his arms and kissed the top of my forehead. “Thank you.” He whispered. I turned to face him, still in his arms. 

“For what?” I asked, caressing his cheek with my thumb. 

“For making me feel something again.” He answered as his eyes started to flutter closed. 

That next studio session I had with him came three days after we had slept together. The morning after, he drove me home and kissed me goodbye before I got out of the car. He promised to call me but he never did, but to be fair, I never reached out either. 

So when I showed up outside of his studio door, I found myself hesitant to knock. Was he disappointed in me? Was he not satisfied? I was suddenly embarrassed. I couldn’t believe that I had been so stupid as to sleep with the guy who was producing my album. Yoongi was my last chance and I foolishly found myself falling for him, I felt hopeless, like I had just ruined everything. 

When he opened the door, he didn’t smile this time. Instead he looked concerned. “Uh, hi.” Yoongi murmured, running a hand through his hair. He seemed like he was on edge, and I assumed he was just as uncomfortable as I was. 

“Hey, sorry I’m a little late.” I responded back. The truth was that I was in fact late, but only because I walked at a snail's pace all the way over here. I had been curious to see him and possibly get an answer as to why he had never called, but I was also dreading the inevitable reunion for that very reason. I was afraid of the answer I would receive. 

“It’s no big deal, come in.” He said, gesturing inside. I walked past him, immediately setting up my laptop, not wanting to waste anytime. We had already finished half the album by now, so regardless of what happened between Yoongi and I personally, I still had every intention of finishing this album, no matter how awkward it would probably become. Yoongi closed the door and sat down in his chair, clicking his computer mouse a few times, most likely opening up all of his programs. “So, I was thinking we could get through two songs tonight? Then we’ll only have four left…” He proposed, scrolling through the list of demos we hadn’t started work on yet. 

“Sounds good.” I nodded, doing my own fair share of clicking and typing. I was trying to play off any feelings of rejection. I found it ironic how just a month ago, I had told him about my experience getting ghosted by a guy. He had said that the guy who never called me back was an idiot, so why did he end up doing the very thing he disapproved of. 

An hour into the session, halfway through the first song, he took off his headphones and turned to me. “Y/n, I know you’re mad at me and I know I don’t really have an excuse for not calling but all I can say is that I feel horrible about it.” My eyes went wide as I listened to him try to explain his side of the story. “I panicked. I don’t do relationships. Especially with someone I’m working with. I meant everything I said to you. I am crazy about you, you have to believe me. I didn’t call but I was thinking about you the whole time.” He pleaded. Here was the answer to my questions. Not because he regretted it, or that I wasn’t good enough for him. No, instead it was all him. He felt guilty, he was thinking about me. 

“Yoongi…I felt horrible about myself. You slept with me and never called. THe whole time I was thinking you hated every minute you spent with me.” I whispered, my head lowered. He shook his head in disapproval of my words. 

“That wasn’t it at all. It’s me, I should’ve been honest with you.” Yoongi said, sincerity evident in his expression. 

“So you don’t want a relationship?” I asked, feeling like I already knew the answer. 

“I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have or make promises I can’t keep.” Yoongi responded, holding my hand in his own and giving it a tight squeeze. “I still want to produce your album for you if you’ll let me. I understand if things are too weird.” He said, sighing in defeat. My heart sank, I had felt something so different with Yoongi. He was unlike anyone I had met before. He made me feel special, he shared the same passions and experiences as me, yet here was the guy I had been waiting for right in front of me, yet he couldn’t be mine. How could I continue to work with him if I still had feelings for him? I’m singing about love and heartbreak, and the guy that’s currently causing all of it is outside of the recording booth, creating all of the instrumentals. I blinked away the few stray tears I could feel forming, making sure I didn’t show any emotion. 

“Yeah, I’d still like to work with you. But after we’re done with the album, I hope you understand why I probably won’t want to keep in touch.” I could see a pang of longing flash in his eyes. Or maybe I imagined it. He gave me a subtle smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes before he turned his attention back to his computer screen, putting his headphones back on. After tonight, only four more tracks, and then I’ll never see him again…

~

{A/N: PART TWOOOOOOOOO. Don't have much to say other than I'm sorry if I missed a typo. I wrote half of this on my phone but I hope I got everything. Also, why tf are sex scene so awkward to write lmao. I hope it wasn't too cringey lol, but I promised smut so this is my attempt. Okay anyways, part three coming soon, have a good day/night, I love you and mwahhhhhhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋}

[avianyuh]

You Get Me | Min Yoongi

Part One

Summary: Y/n is an aspiring singer just trying to finish her album. She'd met with various producers, to varying degrees of failure. So, when her old friend Namjoon recommends the services of his underground producer friend Min Yoongi, Y/n begins working with him and finds herself caring about more than just her album.

I wrapped myself in my own embrace, pulling the ends of my hoodie sleeves fully over my hands in an effort to keep myself warm. It was at the very least 80 degrees outside, too warm for a hoodie one would say. But in Yoongi’s studio, it felt as if it was in the single digits.

I thought back to what he had told me when we had first met. “It’s to keep the equipment cool.” He had explained the first time I stepped foot into his sanctuary. I had become well acquainted with the freezing temperature in that studio over the three months I had worked with Yoongi. At first it was all professional, but slowly something changed. As the album neared completion, we’d find ways to delay finishing it. We needed to re-record finished songs, rewrite perfectly fine lyrics, or demos and their backups would somehow disappear off of the computer which would make us start from scratch. Eventually, the excuses ran dry and I found myself spending nights in his bed instead of his studio. And to think that if Namjoon had never recommended me, Yoongi wouldn’t have come into my life.

I had bumped into Namjoon at my neighborhood bookstore. We made the rounds of small talk, eventually asking about each other’s recent whereabouts and job prospects. “Actually, I have all of these demos of these songs I’ve been trying to turn into a full fledged album.” I awkwardly mentioned. For some reason, being able to say I was making an album was hard to believe and seemed too far-fetched at times. I didn’t believe in myself and because of that I assumed others didn’t either.

“Y/n, that’s great. I knew you’d get around to it.” Namjoon congratulated me, nudging my arm with his fist. “Who are you working with, or are you going the independent route?” I glanced up at the ceiling, debating on if I should tell him the full story of my struggle to find a good producer.

“I might have to go independent, which means the album is going to sound like shit…” I sighed.

“What do you mean? You can’t find anyone.” Namjoon questioned, leaning against the end of the bookshelf. Ironically, we were situated in the self-help section.

“It’s not that I can’t find a producer. There’s plenty of shitty producers. The issue is that no one gets my vision. This album is my baby, my passion project and I get it. I'm no celebrity but that;s not why I’m making this album, it’s just for me. To prove that I can put my energy into a cohesive body of work, you know?” I ranted. Namjoon shook his head, seemingly lost in thought. I assumed he didn’t care and started to mentally plot my escape out of this now awkward run in with an old friend.

“Y/n, I think I know somebody who could help you out. I think the two of you would hit it off…professionally speaking.” He created himself, clearing his throat as he pulled out his phone. “His name is Yoongi. He produces for small artists, but he’s pretty selective about who he works with. He used to work at a record label but he quit and now he does his own thing. He has a studio and everything so it’s a legit set up. I’ll give you his number, unless you want me to reach out and mention you instead?” He glanced up at me, pausing his frantic swiping and typing on his phone.

“What do you suggest?” I questioned desperately. I felt as if the mention of this Yoongi guy was a last ditch effort to get this album made and I didn’t want to mess anything up.

“How about I give him a call for you, tell him about your situation and from there, if he’s interested, he’ll contact you on his own?” I eagerly nodded in agreement, giving Namjoon a thankful hug.

“Joon, why don’t you just produce my album instead, you still do music right?” I pleaded. Having Namjoon produce my music would be much more comfortable. He had been one of the first people to encourage me to take singing more seriously, not just use my voice solely for karaoke.

“No can do. I quit music once I got my masters, now I teach at a university.”

I giggled, remembering Namjoon crunching the numbers and decided on making a career switch so he could afford his rent for once.

“Oh right, I forgot, now you’re a professor.” I teased.

“Almost a professor, still have a few more years before I can officially teach on my own.” He interjected. “Anyways, I’ll call Yoongi tonight, but I definitely think he’d be interested in working with you.”

By the next morning, I noticed a voicemail from a number I didn’t recognize. I must’ve missed the call while I was in the shower, I thought to myself as I played back the message.

Hi, this is Yoongi calling for Y/n, Namjoon recommended you and said you’re looking for a producer? If you’re interested in meeting up to discuss your album, give me a call back.

My heart raced, a mix of pure excitement and nerves rattled my system. Everything felt so real all of a sudden. Maybe this guy will really help me finish this album? I thought.  All I want is for someone to see the same vision as me and I was really hoping Namjoon was right for recommending Yoongi.

I immediately called him back and scheduled to meet at a coffee shop, eager to get dressed and head out of the door, yet nervous to meet this mysterious producer face to face.

I had been in contact with many producers over the past year, some of which either ghosted me before we even had a chance to talk in person, others who creeped me out or simply had too different of a vision than mine. I was hoping Yoongi would be the last one I would have to meet. I made it to the coffee shop early, assuming I had beat him to it. As I walked inside the little bell above the door going off, signaling another customer, I realized I had an issue. I had no idea who this Yoongi guy was, and more specifically I never got a physical description of him, Yoongi also never got a description of me. Just in case Yoongi had arrived even earlier than me, I scanned the shop, looking for a man sitting alone, hoping that he would see me and call me over.

I wasn’t sure if I should wait to order a coffee without him, so instead I grabbed a table in the middle of the room, glancing at the time on my phone as I began to wait for him. It was exactly a minute later when I felt a tap on my shoulder which caused me to turn around and look at the stranger. “Hi, are you Y/n? I saw you walk in and sit, you looked like you were waiting for somebody so I assumed it was you…I’m Yoongi.” He had an expressionless face. He wore a pair of very baggy ripped jeans and a long sleeved black shirt, his black hair was a little grown out and contrasted well with how pale he appeared to be. I hated to be unprofessional, but the first thought that appeared in my mind was that I found him to be incredibly attractive.

I stood up, giving him a friendly wave. “Yes, yes, that’s me. It’s nice to finally meet you since Namjoon really hyped you up.” I joked, to which he just nodded. A small, barely there smile was painted on his lips. It seemed like he was trying to keep up the stone cold appearance, which made him even more intriguing.  He handed me a small coffee, which surprised me.

“I hope you don’t mind that I ordered for you…” I shook my head adamantly, taking a sip of the coffee to show my appreciation.

“Oh, not at all, I actually thought of doing the same thing if I got here first.”

I had honestly assumed I was early, but I guess he did in fact beat me to it.

“I know you showed up early, but I wanted to get here first so I could order, but I like the fact you tried to beat me here. It lets me know that you’re pretty serious about this.” We then proceeded to spend the next hour or so talking about the album. I had explained all of my troubles so far, trying to find the right person to see the potential in this album. He had sat across from me at the table, just silently absorbing everything I was saying.

“I noticed you brought your laptop, do you have any demos on there?” He asked, glancing down at my bag.

“Yeah, I have a whole folder with demos on my laptop.” I explained, reaching down into the bag and pulling out the laptop in question. “Do you want to hear a specific song or should I just play something random?” I asked, looking at the screen as I scrolled through the folder.

“Play the song you feel the strongest connection towards.” He responded, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. I moved the laptop across the table and closer to him, and hit play on my favorite demo. It was a song about rejection, something I had written a few years ago but continued to go back and rewrite every time someone passed on the album. It was a sad song, but it was the song that closely resembled my struggles.

He closed his eyes as he listened, meanwhile I couldn’t help but fixate on him. His body language, the way his eyebrows scrunched together, his head nodding along with the strumming of the guitar in the demo. When the song finally finished, he opened his eyes and leaned forward, looking straight into my eyes. “Can you be at my studio tomorrow night?” I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand.

“Really? You’ll work with me?” I asked excitedly. He smiled again, sliding the computer back across the table.

“I’ll send you the address. See you tomorrow night at 9pm.”

Yoongi had explained to me during that very first studio session that he got his best work done at night. As somewhat of a night owl myself, I understood where he was coming from. I remember just how frigid it had felt in his studio that very first day. The cold air nipped at my exposed skin, which made me wrap my arms around my body in an effort to stay warm. Yoongi took note of this, and offered me a spare hoodie he kept in his studio.

“It completely blanked me to tell you about the temperature here, I’m sorry.” He apologized, handing me the spare hoodie. “It’s to keep the equipment cool.”

“Oh, it’s okay, I’ll just remember to bring a jacket next time.” I responded back, taking a seat in the chair next to his. He booted up his computer and turned on some of his audio equipment. Again, I found myself content with just looking at him, watching him work.

“So, why wasn’t any other producer a good fit?” He asked, swiveling his chair to face my direction.

I sighed, trying to find the words. “Other people I’ve tried to work with always end up hijacking the project. Then I feel like it’s not my own music, it’s as if someone else took it over and it leaves me feeling like I don’t own it anymore.” He hummed in agreement.

“I get it. I used to work at a record label and typically, I had to work with a group of other producers when working on a song. Everytime I had an idea or a vision for a song, someone else would find a way to take it over and I felt like I made no contribution. The songs never had my signature touch, someone else always found a way to take over the song. It was never fair which was why I ended up leaving and going independent.”

“You don’t regret it right?” I asked curiously.

“Regret what? Leaving? Not at all, it was the best thing I ever did.” He responded, gesturing to all of the equipment in front of him. “I don’t work with celebrities anymore, but I enjoy working with genuine musicians who have an obvious passion. When I worked at the record label, you would always see a huge difference in an artist when they were recording their first and second albums. They always acted giddy and asked tons of questions while recording the first album. If the first one sold well and they got the chance to record a second one, it was almost as if the passion drained out of them. That’s why I like working with people who stay under the radar.” It all started to make sense to me. Why he chose to stay so quiet, only working with people who seeked him out themselves or got recommended to him.

“What if someone hears an album you produced and wants to sign someone?” I questioned.

“I mean, it’s their album so they can do as they please. But I don’t produce these bodies of work with the intention of getting someone signed. I don’t promote anything I do.”

“So how do you make money if these albums don’t bring in attention?” I found myself following up. Everything he said made me more and more curious.

“I work as a DJ at a radio station during the day. That’s also why I scheduled this at night.” He responded back, still typing and clicking away at his computer.

“Wow, you’re just full of surprises.” I laughed, watching him open up all of his programs needed for the session.

“Art has become too greedy, I just try to keep it simple, that’s all.” He shrugged, motioning with his hand for me to give him my laptop. That night we got two songs done. I left the next morning wanting to know even more about him. I knew I should’ve been thinking about the album, but I couldn’t help myself. The first month flew by fast, and we progressed halfway through the album. Sometimes we'd spend a majority of the night just talking, not getting much work done. I never minded it though and find myself having fun with him. We rarely spoke on the days we didn't work together, but I found it disappointing every time I got a text from him reading that he was sorry for talking so much, and that he found it unprofessional. Every time I assumed I had broken down a wall, he seemed to put it back up, always saying he needed to be more professional despite my lack of protest. I needed to put my feeling aside and just focus on the album. Another month and it should be a wrap, right?

{A/N: In honor of Yoongi's upcoming discharge date, I wanted to write a Yoongi fanfic. It was intended to be one singular fic, but I've decided to break it up into three parts. Second part might be smutty, idk...Okay, anyways, have a great day or night, I love you and mwahhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋💋}

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JIMIN & JUNGKOOK Military Discharge | 250611

[avianyuh]

I love seeing them so happy! So glad they were able to stick together throughout their military time and congratz to tae and joonie too🥹💜now we just need yoongi!!!!!!

[avianyuh]

Small World | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: After being ditched by your friends, your coworker Taehyung invites you to a weekend hang out at his apartment where you end up running into someone unexpected.

word count: 3k

I had avoided checking my phone all day. I knew the minute I’d inevitably skim through Instagram, I would be bombarded by pictures of my past friend group’s summer trip that I was seemingly “left out” of the planning for. Six years of friendship went to waste and I was left all throughout the month of June with nothing to do but sit on my couch, green with envy over everything I was missing out on. 

All I could do was focus on work, which was actually surprisingly easy to do since I had a few really great coworkers. One of which, going by the name of Taehyung. We both waited tables at a restaurant, which upon my move to the city after college was the only place willing to hire me as a fresh graduate with no job experience past some part time retail work in High School and university. We both bonded over feeling out of place in our twenties, banding together to “fuck our timelines” we had expected to be halfway done by our midtwenties. In reality, I learned that being an adult is harder than it looked and I look back and laugh at how diluted my version of adulthood was back when I was a teenager. 

I lived with a roommate I barely knew. Most of the conversations revolved around when the rent would be due. I was working a job that wasn’t aligned with my major and I was still single. Now, on top of everything else, it seemed like my friendships were falling apart all because I couldn’t afford the Europe summer trip, hence my friends thought I should be punished and be made to feel more broke than I already was. That’s why my growing friendship with Taehyung started to become more important. 

“I can’t believe that they would post all the highlights knowing you’re sitting at home looking at the pictures. That’s fucked up.” Taehyung shook his head in disapproval as we chatted in the break room, quickly trying to eat our meals before the dinner rush came in. “Out of all the things you’ve mentioned over the past year I’ve worked with you, this one takes the cake.” I let out a sigh of relief, hearing him agree that my friends were being inconsiderate, I felt less crazy and more validated. 

“I get that they want to post about the trip, but they didn’t even try to compromise with me when I asked them if we could pick a more budget-friendly location. They told me it was my fault I wasn’ working somewhere better by now.” I ranted, watching as Taehyung’s eyes went wide. 

“Fuck them” Taehyung said with a mouth full of sandwich. “Which friend was the one who told you to not wear green again?” I laughed, thinking back to the time I told him about a passive aggressive conversation I had with a friend from university. 

“Riley, she told me green made me look wide.” I said, with an emphasis on the word wide. 

“You want my honest opinion.” Taehyung asked, leaning in across the table. “I think you’re better off without them…they seem fake.” My eyes softened as I reached for his hand across the tiny break room table, giving it a tight squeeze. 

“Thanks Tae, that means a lot.” I said, grateful to have someone who actually understood me. Then we both stood up and tied on our work aprons before starting our shifts. 

After a few hours of enduring some nice people out to eat with friends, family or alone, and of course the nasty, cranky crowd, I was officially exhausted and ready to clock out. “Heading home?” I asked Taehyung who was standing behind me as I finished punching out. 

“Yeah, I’m ready to just wash my face and go to bed. My feet are killing me.” He complained as he also punched out. We always walked out together if we were working the same shift. Most of the staff had already left, but we tried to wait for each other most nights. I threw my bag over my shoulder and pulled out my metrocard as we both headed down the sidewalk toward the subway. “Oh by the way, I’m having a little get together on Saturday night if you’re interested?” Taehyung piped up as we neared the corner, getting closer to the landmark we’d usually go our separate ways. 

“Really? That sounds fun, I don’t think I’m doing anything that night so maybe I’ll come.” I answered, trying to rake through my mind on any prior engagements I may have already signed up for on Saturday. 

“Well, I hope you can make it. It’ll just be a few of my friends, a lot of those artsy types I keep telling you about.” I smiled, Taehyung was very into anything artistic, frequently blowing money meant for his savings on paintings from artists around the city. He always backed up the purchase by saying he needed to support other struggling people. Taehyung’s ultimate goal was to sustain himself off of his own art one day, and eventually stop waiting tables. I really wished that he’d sucker some rich guy into buying one of his pieces one day so he’d never have to work another day in his life. An ex boyfriend I had dated back in High School was also pretty artsy, but he took the musical route. I spent many nights in his room watching him play guitar, or sing to me while we were driving somewhere. We broke up right before graduation after he told me he was moving to LA with a few of his friends, in search of getting signed. I hadn’t heard from him in years and remembered feeling pretty hurt that he dumped me two days before graduation. I thought about him sometimes, even looking him up on Instagram, but he had stopped posting two years ago, so I wasn’t sure about his whereabouts anymore. 

Taehyung and I hugged and said goodbye and by the time I made it home, he had already sent me his address. Everyone’s coming at 7, but come over a little earlier if you want, he had texted. 

By Saturday I was sitting on Taehyung’s couch, music playing softly in the background as we laughed and talked. Taehyung gave me a run down of the people coming over. There was Julie, who had blue and purple ombre hair, who was working at a boutique downtown. Cami, a friend of Taehyung’s who worked at another restaurant who I had actually met a few times. Then there was Jimin, who most people viewed as charming, who worked as a choreographer. Taehyung said that Jimin might’ve been bringing a friend of his, but Taehyung didn’t know who. I loved meeting new people, and especially now considering my last text to my group had gone unanswered, I chose to ignore the pit of disappointment in my stomach and try to have fun. We’d just be sitting and talking, with some food and alcohol spread out on the coffee table in front of the couch. Taehyung had put in a lot of effort. We continued to sip out of our glasses and talk until the buzzer went off, signaling the first person to arrive. 

Cami was the first to show up, greeting both Taehyung and I with a warm smile. She had long, wavy hair and had appeared to have dyed it a honey blonde since the last time I had seen her. She plopped down on the seat next to me as I handed her a glass, catching up on our lives. Soon after Julie arrived, bringing her uninvited boyfriend with her who sat silently next to her most of the night. Taehyung gave Cami and I the side eye as Julie’s boyfriend glanced down at his phone, not even bothering to say hello. 45 minutes later, the buzzer rang again, and Taehyung stood up from his seat, “I wonder who that could be…” he questioned sarcastically. According to Julie, Jimin was always late, even when he promised to be on time. 

I stood up to stretch my legs and grab some more ice for my glass from the kitchen while Taehyung answered the door. I could hear the sound of the door opening and closing, as everyone jokingly cheered and yelled “Jimin!” I crept back in and to my seat, glancing over at Jimin, who was dressed in ripped jeans and a dark t-shirt. He was definitely attractive, which was probably what Taehyung meant when he said Jimin was a charmer. But what really caught my eye was the shadowy figure still standing in the hallway. He was more built than Jimin, and he had hands deep in the pockets of his jeans. I couldn’t see his face, but could make out the outlines of some of the tattoos that adorned his arms. I squinted, leaning forward, waiting for him to fully come into the light. “Who’s that behind you?” Taehyung asked, playfully shoving Jimin out of the way. I gasped, feeling my heart stop as I got a full view of him. There he was, my ex-boyfriend. The boy he dumped me, told me he couldn’t be with me, said he needed to travel, get out of our small town and go somewhere he could be a serious musician. 

“Hey, I’m Jungkook.” He said shyly, extending his hand for Taehyung to shake. But as he turned his attention away from Taehyung and stepped further into the apartment, removing his shoes by the front door, he must’ve gone through the same shock as me when his eyes met mine. It looked as if he had seen a ghost. Stunned, standing maybe 15 feet away from me. It felt as if no one else was in the room as our eyes locked, almost as if we were in a staring contest. Jimin nudged him, gesturing for him to follow his lead and sit down. I fidgeted nervously in my seat as Jungkook sat on the other side of the sectional, directly facing me. I took a sip of my drink, wishing the alcohol would calm my growing nerves. I tried to not look at him, instead half heartedly focused on whatever Cami was talking about with the rest of the group, but it was no use. I couldn’t pay attention knowing the guy who broke my heart was sitting on the other side of me. I leaned over, whispering in Taehyung’s ear that I was going to go use the bathroom. He patted my knee in acknowledgement, smiling at me as I got up and left the room. I tried to catch my breath as I walked down the hallway. I shut the bathroom door behind me, turning on the light and leaning over the sink. Not long after, there was a knock on the door, to which I didn’t respond. I knew who was on the other side of that door. 

“I’m coming in.” Jungkook said in a low voice. He shut the door behind him as he leaned his back against it. He didn’t say anything and neither did I, again just staring at each other. I scanned his body, taking in everything that had changed about him in the past few years. The tattoos that were displayed all over his arms and hands. The way his black hair was perfectly tousled, and his arms had become more muscular. He had always been very competitive and athletic, so I wasn’t surprised to see how fit he still was after all these years. I also took in the new addition of a lip piercing, which made him even more attractive. His eyes still gave off the sense of innocence, but they seemed a bit duller. Back when we had dated, everytime he talked about music or sang, his eyes were filled with hope, if that makes sense. Now his eyes seemed somewhat tired. I shifted against the bathroom counter, biting my lip. All you could hear was our breathing. Finally, I broke the silence. 

“I, uh, can’t believe we ran into each other.” I said in disbelief. 

“Small world, I guess.” Jungkook joked, crossing his arms over his chest. I looked around the tiny bathroom, thinking about what he was going to say. “I didn’t know you moved to New York City? I guess that explains why I haven’t seen you around when I go to visit my parents back home.” He said, his gaze focusing back on me. 

“Yeah, I don’t really go back home that often, it’s hard to get time off, my manager gives me a hard time.” I explained, to which he nodded in understanding. 

“Where do you work?” Jungkook questioned curiously. 

“At a restaurant, that’s how I met Taehyung.” Jungkook swallowed hard, shifting his weight, and standing up straight.

“So, is he your boyfriend?” He asked, pointing his thumb behind him outside of the bathroom. I was surprised that he would ask, assuming he wouldn’t care if I was dating Taehyung or not. But I could sense a kind of desperation in his eyes as he anxiously awaited my answer. His breathing became more shallow and he nervously tapped his pointer finger against his chin, a nervous habit he had back when I had known him years ago. 

“No, just a friend.” I shook my head. I could hear him let out a deep breath, which for some reason made me feel good. Knowing after all this time, there was still something there. I inched toward him, trying to make it seem like I was just moving in place. Maybe I shouldn’t step closer to him? I wondered in my head. “I thought you were living in LA?” I asked, looking up at him. 

“LA fell through two years ago, and I got a job playing in a band up here. I had a record deal but it fell through back in LA so I just figured it was time to move.” He shrugged, moving his hands into his pockets. 

“I kept up with you online for a few years. I really wanted everything to work out for you…” I said quietly. 

“I’m sorry about the way I ended things.” Jungkook said, moving closer towards me. “I was a stupid kid and believe me, not even trying to make it work with you has been one of my biggest regrets.” He whispered, standing right in front of me. His eyes were filled with remorse and I subconsciously found myself reaching for the free hand he had taken out of his pocket. I ran my thumb over his as I pursed my lips together. 

“Jungkook…I’ve missed you.” I murmured, “I never thought I’d see you again.” Our bodies were now firmly pressed up against each other. He scooped me up and lifted me onto the edge of the bathroom counter. I could feel his muscles tense, his skin was soft. He cupped my face, his nose against my own. 

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, letting his thumb rub against my cheek. 

“Mhm”, I interjected before his lips crashed against mine. His lip piercing was cold upon contact. It felt as if we were 18 again, as his hands abandoned my face and crept under my shirt. His tongue entered my mouth, The only sound heard came from our kisses and the moans that left my throat. I’m sure he could taste the alcohol on my lips. My hands slip down his toned chest, resting on his belt buckle. He pulled away for a second, looking into my eyes, now with a new sort of intensity before begging to trail kisses down my neck. I tried to stifle the moans fighting to come out of me as I closed my eyes, focused on the air hitting the wet kisses he was leaving on my body. My fingers slipped through the belt, started to tug at it. 

“Y/n, I don’t think it’s appropriate to have sex in your friend’s bathroom.” He joked in between kisses. I opened my eyes and laughed as he lifted his head back up. I pressed my forehead against his own before pressing a soft kiss to his full lips. 

“You know everyone out there wondering why we’re in the bathroom together right?” I stated, trying to distract myself from the heat growing between my legs. I needed him, but I knew now wasn’t the right place. 

“Fuck em’. Let’s just leave and we can explain it tomorrow.” Jungkook said, a smile forming on his lips. 

“And what exactly am I supposed to tell Taehyung? That I left his apartment early to go have sex with my ex-boyfriend?” As I said it, I felt myself start to sober up as I started to think about my current predicament. If we had sex? What would happen after? Does that mean we’re back together? Will he want to keep in touch? I suddenly became angry at myself. How could I be so stupid, sleeping with a guy I hadn’t spoken to in years. It’s true that I frequently thought of him and I checked his accounts to see if he had posted or had moved on. But realistically, how easy would it be to pick up from where we left off years ago? Maybe I was drunk and in my feelings over my friends that I had unintentionally thrown away my better judgment. 

Jungkook kept his arms around my waist, but stepped back a bit so he could get a better view of my face. “Y/n, what do you want to tell him? What are we doing here?” He asked, which took me by surprise. I wanted to be honest with him. Being able to see him again and feeling that same chemistry after all that time apart, I knew what I wanted to say to him. 

“Jungkook, I want to try this again.” I answered, to which he moved closer again. His hand caressed my cheek as his lips molded against mine again. 

“I do too.” He said after pulling away. 

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{A/N: OMG, guys I feel so bad, I disappeared again. Truthfully, I was suffering from a mix of writers block, finals and a shitty personal life. But this story idea popped into my mind and I knew I had to write this shit down right away and I absolutely love this story and I hope you do too! Jungkook is just one of those guys where I can see him fitting into so many different scenarios/tropes and reconnecting with a guy from your past is my favorite and something I'm manifesting for myself lol. But seriously, I hope you enjoyed this. JK is my favorite to write about besides Yuta, stories with him as a character seem to come pretty natural idk why. Also, this story will be posted on my AO3 page for those who like to read on there. As for a writing schedule, I DO plan on writing this summer, but I'm not sure if it was be posts every two weeks like I'm used to, I'm trying to not burn out, but just know I'm always trying to come up with new story ideas. As always, I love you all so so much, thank you for continuing to read my work while I've been inactive. I'm always here! Have a great day/night and mwahhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋}

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jungkook in multiverse: fanfics recommendation 💌

Your neighbour? Spiderman? Best friend? Husband? Idol? Your dead ex? Yeah, he can be that guy.

ps: thank you authors! love you guys. so much. your stories means the world to me <3 (like this is art piece! no joke

jungkook masterlist.

🌟miss taken by @junghelioseok | fluff | smut | teacher!au | single parent!au | e2l | completed

summary: you pride yourself on being a professional, but sometimes your students' parents really test your patience.

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🌟clandestine by @junghelioseok | smut | fluff | brother’s best friend!au | completed

summary: forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

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🌟 see both sides like chanel by @michuga | best friends to lovers, sexual tension, fluff, reader is a little absentminded, jk is a damn tease | completed

summary: your best friend, jeongguk, has only ever dated boys. unbeknownst to you, (he was also into girls).

my review

🌟 LATE NIGHT KOO 01:15 by @guksfairy | dabble, jungkook x reader | completed

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🌟 dream encounter by @michuga | jungkook x reader | completed

summary: you meet the man of your dreams. literally.

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🌟 heartwave by @chrrybbmb | spiderkook!, spideyjungkook, spideykook, spideyjk, spideykoo, spideyjk | ongoing

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🌟 i love you — a compilation by @kissforyouu | compilation of cute, funny and delicious stuff | completed

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🌟 peach and vanilla lip balm by @httpknjoon | genres | fluff, crack,  secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au | completed

summary: No kissing rule was made between you and your secret boyfriend when he learned how you got your lip balm. But can Jungkook win in this rule he probably brought to himself?

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🌟Third Time's the Charm by @jjungkookislife | ex-boyfriend!jungkook x ex-gilfriend!reader | genre: crack, exes to lovers | completed

summary: Jungkook will do whatever it takes to get you back.

my review

🌟Inevitable by @ahundredtimesover | Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+) | completed

summary:  You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

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🌟to be loved is to be seen by @twilghtkoo | pairings. idol!jungkook x reader | genres/aus. fluff, established relationship, idol!au | completed

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🌟 checkmate by @kookie-krumbss | genre : fluff, angst and smut | pairing : photography major/ bartender jungkook x econ major/ accountant reader | ongoing

summary: It's been 5 years since you've last been on the dating app - checkmate. The premise of the app is quite simple: enter your bucket list, and the algorithm finds your best mate to check off your bucket list goals. With a free premium pity membership given by the app, maybe its time to hop back onto the dating scene.

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🌟está dañada by @aquagustd | genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut | neighbor au, slow burn, singer!JK | completed

summary: life through the eyes of someone who watches you fall apart and helps gather the shards of your heart, only for you to make the same mistake time and time again, but he refuses to accept the truth because to him, you’re infallible.

my review

🌟 the jeons (gym daddy) by @justarkive | family!au, non.idol jungkook, girl!dad jk, fluff | ongoing

summary: a collection of chaotic family drabbles. thats it.

my review

🌟Blame Morpheus for your sins by @voitier | [mini-series!] friends to lovers, college au | ongoing

summary: 𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽... you and jungkook had been attached by the hip since you were little toddlers learning how to live in your own bodies, which led you two to spend most (if not all) of your life together. one weird dream makes your whole view about your best friend change. how will you live with that?

my review

🌟the lunchbox delivery by @jincapableoflove | genre: househusband! jungkook, corporate office worker! reader, established relationship, flufff | ongoing | drabble

summary: jungkook, your soft yet badass househusband, goes on a city-wide mission—apron and all—to deliver the lunch you forgot in your morning rush.

my review

🌟shameless by @kooktrash | genre/au: gym instructor!y/n x jungkook. infidelity au. obsessive [she/her. afab] yandere | completed

summary: unsatisfied with your current relationship, you find yourself swept into an affair with a regular at your gym. it turns out he’s not the sweet, charming man you fooled yourself into believe he was but for some reason, you keep going back to him.

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🌟long way home by @sparklingchim | genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers | tropes: single dad jk, boxer!jk, !angst! | completed

summary: jungkook's life makes an 180 degree turn when he's suddenly a single dad and while you're trying to help him come accustomed to the new circumstances, your long-standing friendship takes new turns as well.

my review

🌟Assistant Boy by @httpjungkookcom | Genre: assistant boy!jungkook x desk receptionist!reader, smut | completed

summary: Summary | sitting pretty at a desk all day gets boring, dealing with minimal tasks and check ins. you're unbelievably excited when a new assistant joins the office. and said assistant is a pretty boy with an even prettier personality.

🌟 lovenotes by @voyter | neighbor au. secret admirer koo | completed

summary: trying your hardest to avoid valentine’s day, you suddenly find yourself at the center of it when a secret admirer starts leaving notes at your door.

🌟 Baby Girl by @euno11a | Pairing: DILF!Jungkook x PreSchool Teacher!Reader | ongoing

summary: You always gave yourself one rule, never fall for a single dad. It would be messy and you’d never be his number one. So why did your favourite kid’s dad have to be so hot?

🌟 Broke Boy, Fake Girlfriend by @aajjks | genre: 18+, crack, roommate au | fake dating \ completed

summary: Your annoying roommate, Jungkook’s shameless fake dating act goes hilariously wrong when he thinks he can charm you into paying for his café splurge, but you turn the tables with some dangerously sweet flirtation.

🌟Dentist appointment by @hellokittykookies | genre: fluff | completed

summary: you’re scared of the dentist and jungkook comes with you to cheer you up. Unexpected words come out of you after the appointment.

🌟Instagram by @jeo9n | genre: fluff, slow burn, friends to lovers | ongoing

summary: you’ve been texting jungkook on instagram non stop ever since he opened his account as a joke. but what you didn’t expect was for him to actually text you back.

🌟NO NUT NOVEMBER by @voyter | boyfriend!jk | completed

summary: jungkook and his friends are all in on the internet's most ridiculous trend: no nut november. but you’re determined to make your boyfriend lose — and you know just how to do it.

🌟Introvert by @avianyuh | completed

summary: Jungkook is an introvert. He enjoys seeing his friends, but he hates having to leave the house. When Jimin throws a birthday bash, Jungkook being one of his closest friends feels obligated to go. He has his whole night mapped out. He'll greet Jimin, eat some food and then leave once he's made small talk with the other guests. But when the party makes a detour and hits the club, Jungkook is plotting his escape route. Or at least he was until he met you.

🌟Winter things by @girlygguk | genre fluff, smut | golden retriever bf x black cat gf, long distance established relationship | completed

summary: it’s jungkook’s favorite time of year and the only thing on his list is you. getting to finally feel you, see you, meet you outside of his computer screen. now it’s happening. and, god, you’re even prettier in person.

🌟Hot Eve by @aajjks | smut, ex!boyfriend!jk | completed

summary: getting fucked raw by your ex boyfriend stuck in an elevator on Christmas Eve.

🌟NOT JUST ON CHRISTMAS by @girlygguk | genre established relo, college au, fluff, smut | pairing nerdy!jk x gf!reader | completed

summary: he's the first boy you've ever brought home for christmas. jungkook's nervous. you're horny.

🌟Inkling by @gguksgalaxy | AU: Tattoo Artist ›› Genre: Smut / Angst | completed

summary: Jungkook is your brother’s boyfriend’s co-worker, they own a tattoo and piercing parlour. In other words, he’s tall, gorgeous, has his passion literally etched into his skin, looks incredibly good in a man-bun, and is semi-unattainable for you. Why? Well…you’re not entirely sure but him ditching right after a very heated make-out session sure isn’t a good sign. His extremely poor mood the next week sure isn’t either, but the only way to fix it is to face the beast head-on. Right?

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🌟Better Than Him by @margotw10bis | roommate!Jungkook x reader | Genre: fake-dating; romance; smut; one-shot | completed

summary: When your boyfriend cheats on you and decides to bring his lover to the wedding you invited him to, you take vengeance by pretending you have a new boyfriend: your hot roommate.

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thank you for including Introvert!!🥹💜🩷