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when a fan meeting wardrobe slip reveals more than you ever planned, the internet spirals
ΰΏ fluff; comfort; male!reader has a scar and tattoo on his shoulder
here's the request!: INK OVER MEMORY
You're aware of your shirt.
Not in a dramatic way. Not enough for anyone to point it out. Just... enough.
A quiet tug at the collar when no ones looking. Rolling your shoulder back when the fabric feels like it's sitting wrong.
Small adjustments that have long since become a habit, like breathing, like blinking.
It doesn't come from panic anymore.
Just awareness.
"You're doing it again."
You don't even have to look up to know who it is. Still, you glance over, expression flat.
"Doing what?"
Hyunjin gestures vaguely toward your shoulder, already smiling like he caught you in something.
"That thing. The-" he mimics the subtle tug you'd just done.
You pause.
Then drop your hand.
"...I'm not ding anything."
A quiet laugh leaves him. "Sure."
And that's it. It doesn't go further than that.
It never does.
Because they all know.
They've know for your, long before fans, before stylists carefully picking outfits, before you started thinking about how easily things could be seen.
They'd noticed it when it was knew, when the ink was still settling into skin that had already healed unevenly beneath it.
They asked, once.
You didn't really answer.
They didn't push.
The just... accepted like they do with everything else.
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The fan meeting is warm. Bright. Loud in that soft way where everything blends into a steady hum of voices and movement and excitement.
You settle into it easily.
Smiles come naturally. Conversations too.
You lean forward when someone speaks, nodding, laughing quietly at something they say, letting yourself exist in the moment instead of in your own head.
And for a while, it works.
You forget about your shirt.
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It happens quickly.
You shift forward, reaching slightly-
and the fabric slips.
Not much. Just enough.
Cool air brushes against your skin for half a second too long.
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You don't notice it right away.
But they do.
There's a small pause.
A flicker in the fans expression in front of you, their eyes catching on something just past your collarbone. Lingering.
Then shifting back to your face like nothing happened.
Behind them there's movement.
A whisper.
Another.
Phones tilting, just slightly.
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You feel it before you understand it.
Something in the air changes. Tightens.
Your hand moves on instinct, adjusting the collar of your shirt back into place, smooth and practice, like you've done it a thousand times before.
Because you have.
It's already too late.
You glance up. Across the table, Han is looking at you.
His expression is... knowing.
Not shocked. Not worried.
Just there.
Your eyes meet for a second and then he looks away, like it's nothing.
Like it doesn't matter.
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The event continues.
Of course it doesn't.
You don't draw attention to it. Don't make any sudden movements, don't change the way you act in any obvious way.
But you're aware again now.
Every shift of fabric. Every movement of your shoulder.
It sits at the back of your mind, quiet but present.
Next to you, Lee Know leans in slightly, voice low.
"...You know that's everywhere already, right?"
You huff out a small breath, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh.
"Yeah." you mumble. "Figured."
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By the time you're done, it's exactly what they said.
Everywhere.
Blurry photos. Zoomed in screenshots. Clips replayed frame by frame.
is that a tattoo????
i thought there was supposed to be a scar (οΌδΈ_δΈ)
you can literally see both-
And that's what gets people.
Not just the ink. But what's under it.
The slight, uneven texture that the tattoo doesn't completely hide.
Something older.
Something real.
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You sit with your phone in your hand, scrolling.
Not spiraling. Not overthinking.
Just... looking.
Taking it in.
There's a pause. A small exhale.
"...finally noticed." you mutter, almost amused.
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You don't think about it too hard.
Dorn draft anything. Don't over analyze.
You just take the picture.
Angle your phone slightly, pulling he collar of your shirt down just enough this time on purpose.
Your shoulder.
The dragon stretching across your skin, no longer hidden.
And beneath it, faint but there, the texture that never really left.
Still there.
Just... different now.
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You post it on Bubble without much ceremony.
i saw you guys talking about it ( βΈβΈΒ΄κ³`βΈβΈ)
i didn't show it before because i was a little shy
it's not a big deal anymore :3
Simple.
Honest.
Enough.
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Your phones buzzed almost immediately.
And then again.
And again.
But one notification stands out.
Chan.
You open it, already knowing he's about to make this worse.
hehehe
the "do it" dragon didn't come out of nowhere you know :P
we've had some inspiration close by the whole time
You stare at the message.
Then let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh, dropping your head slightly.
"...unbelievable."
But you're smiling.
Just a little.
i hope you like :3
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Yk how in Do It thereβs a bunch of dragons nd stuff? I imagine 9th male member reader has a long dragon shoulder tattoo since like debut and when stay asked him why he isnβt exposing his shoulder he said thereβs a scar there heβs a lil embarrassed about, and then in Do It he reveals it and stay freaks out in the good way and the other guys make fun of him cuz heβs the βshy memberβ
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jimin feels like he's only temporary for you, even though he's your everything
ΰΏ fluff; comfort; insecure jimin; obsessed male!reader
The apartment is quiet in that comfortable, lived in way. Not silent, just... settled. The faint hum of the fridge, the distant noise of the city breathing through the windows, the soft rustle of fabric as you shift on the couch.
Jimin is a few steps away, standing in front of the mirror.
He's not doing anything in particular. That's what catches your attention.
Just... standing there.
Head tilted slightly, like he trying to see something that won't quiet come into focus.
You watch him for a moment, chin resting against your palm.
"Hey." you call, voice warm, easy. "Why are you staring at yourself like that?"
He huffs a quiet laugh, barely reacting, like the words skimmed the surface of him instead of sinking in.
"I'm not." he says, adjusting the hem of his shirt. "Just fixing this."
"You've been 'fixing' that for two minutes."
"No, I haven't."
"You have." you insist, pushing yourself up from the couch. "I've been watching you."
That earns you a glance from the mirror. Quick. Fleeting.
"Creepy."
"Obsessed." you correct, stepping up behind him. "There's a difference."
Your hands find his waist without thinking, familiar and automatic. He leans back into you just as easily, like he always does, but there's still that... slight distance in his reflection. Like he's physically there, but not entirely present.
You rest your chin on his shoulder.
"God." you murmur, eyes locked on his reflection. "You're unreal."
There it is. A tiny pause.
It's subtle. Anyone else would miss it. But you don't.
His fingers still for half a second before he resumes adjusting nothing.
"You say that all the time." he replies lightly.
"Yeah." you say. "Because it's true all the time."
He smiles at that. Soft. Practiced. The kind of smile that's more about you than him.
"You're biased."
You tighten your arms around him, just a little.
"I'm correct."
He lets out a quiet breath, something between a laugh and a sight, and turns his head slightly so his cheek brushes yours.
"Mhm. Sure."
You don't let go. You never really do.
Your hand slides up from his waist, fingers gently catching his chin, guiding his face so he's looking straight at himself. At you. At both of you.
"Look at you." you say, softer now.
He tries to pull away, not abruptly, just enough to slip out of the moment, but you hold him there. Not forcefully. Just... firmly.
"Don't do that." you murmur.
"Do what?"
"Run."
"I'm not running." he says, a hint of laugh in his voice, but it's thinner now. "You're being dramatic."
"I'm being right again. It's a pattern."
That almost gets a real smile. Almost.
Your thumb brushes lightly along his jaw.
"You're beautiful." you say, slower this time. Not thrown out casually. Nothing he can dodge as easily.
The word hangs between you.
Beautiful.
His eyes flicker. Not away, but quiet steady either.
"You really like that word." he mutters.
"I really like you."
He exhales through his nose, gaze dropping for just a second before lifting again.
"You say that like it's surprising."
"It is." you say immediately.
That makes him frown, just slightly. "Why?"
You tilt your head, studying him like he's something rare. Something you still haven't figured out how you got to keep.
"Because I get to love you." you say. "That's insane."
He shakes his head, a quiet, disbelieving sound slipping out.
"You're weird."
"I'm in love with you. That's worse."
That finally pulls a real smile from him. It lingers a little longer this time, softening his features, making something warm flicker in his eyes.
But it doesn't stay.
It never quite stays.
"You won't think that forever." he says, almost under his breath.
It's so quiet you almost miss it.
Almost.
You grip on him tightens, just enough to make him still.
"What?"
He hesitates.
There it is again. That moment where he could brush it off. Turn it into a joke. Escape.
But he doesn't. Not this time.
"You'll get tired of me eventually." he says, like he's commenting on the weither. Casual. Expected. "People always do."
The room feels different after that.
Not shattered. Not dramatic.
Just... shifted.
Like something fragile just revealed a crack.
You don't respond right away.
Instead, you turn him around in your arms, slow and deliberate, until he's facing you fully. No mirror. No reflection to hide in.
Just you.
His expression is neutral, but you can see it. The way he's already bracing for you to dismiss it. Laugh it off.
You don't.
Your hand comes up to his face, thumbs resting just under his eyes.
"Look at me." you say quietly.
"I am-"
"Jimin."
That does it.
His gaze locks onto yours, properly this time.
No slipping away.
"You don't get to decide that for me." you say.
He blinks, caught slightly off guard.
"What?"
"You don't get to decide when I stop loving you. Or if I ever do." Your voice isn't loud. It doesn't need to be. It's steady. Certain. "That's my choice."
He searches your face, like he's trying to find the flaw in what you're saying. The exaggeration. The part that isn't real.
"You say that now." he pouts.
"I say that every day."
"That's different."
"It's not."
There's a beat of silence.
You soften, just a little, your thumb brushes gently along his skin.
"I wake up and I choose you." you say. "I look at you and I chose you. You laugh, you get quiet, you overthink, you pretend your fine when you're not... I see all of it."
His breath catches, barely noticeable.
"And I still choose you."
You lean in slightly, your forehead resting against his.
"Not because you're perfect," you whisper. "Not because you're easy."
A small, shaky exhale leaves him.
"But because you're you."
For a moment, he doesn't say anything.
Doesn't move.
He just... stands there, held in place, like if he shifts too much the moment will break.
"You're really stubborn," he finally mutters, voice softer than before.
You smile, just a little.
"Yeah."
"..What if you're wrong?"
"I'm not."
He lets out a quiet laugh, but it's different now. Less deflecting. More... uncertain.
"People don't stay like that."
"I do."
"You can't promise that."
"I'm not promising forever," you say. "I'm promising now. And tomorrow when it gets here, I'll choose you again."
His eyes search yours again.
Still looking.
Still not fully convinced.
But not turning away either.
"...You really think I'm that worth it?" he asks, barely above a whisper.
You don't hesitate.
"I think you're everything."
Something in his expression shifts.
Not a full transformation. Not a sudden belief.
Just... a crack letting light in.
He leans into you then, slow and careful, like he's testing something fragile, resting his forehead against yours again.
This time, he doesn't pull away.
And when you wrap your arms around him, he holds on a little tighter than before.
Not like he's afraid you'll leave.
Just... like he's starting to believe you might not.
jimin is me and i'm jimin
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what happens when everyone of skz is stressed and you're the only one completely unaware of everything
ΰΏ fluff; male!reader; neurodivergent!reader; stressed out skz
The airport was loud in the way storms are loud. Layered, relentless, impossible to fully track.
Voices stacked over voices. Cameras shutters snapping like static. Staff speaking fast, urgent, practiced.
And somewhere in the middle of it all.
And surprisingly. You were.. fine.
Headphones on. Music steady. World narrowed down to a rhythm and direction and the simple, satisfying task of getting from point A to gate B.
You adjusted the bag on your shoulder, eyes flicking up just long enough to check a sign, then back down again. Steps quick, purposeful. Not rushed, just efficient.
Behind your the situation was... deteriorating.
"Wait- where is he?"
Chan's voice cut through he noise, low but sharp, already scanning ahead.
Lee Know turned his head, eyes narrowing. "He was right here."
"He was not right here." Changbin shot back, already half turning, trying to look behind them without stopping.
Hyunjin craned his neck, clearly not seeing you anywhere in the growing crowd. "Did he go ahead?"
"He what?" Han's voice pitched up, incredulous. "Why would he go ahead?"
Felix, caught between concern and disbelief, blinked. "He already walks fast but... not this fast?"
Seungmin exhaled through his nose, already stressed. "We told him to stay close."
Jeongin just stared forward, then back at the group. "...Hyung. He's gone."
A beat.
Then eight barons collectively short circuited.
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You, meanwhile, had reached a conclusion.
You paused just outside your gate, glancing up at the screen. Boarding hadn't started yet.
Good.
Your eyes drifted, almost absentmindedly, to a nearby drink stand.
Short line.
You hesitated for approximately half a second.
Hydration is important. Sooo.. you stepped into line.
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"This is bad."
Chan was walking faster now, staff trying to keep pace as the group subtly but urgently shifted direction.
Lee Know's jaw tightened. "He doesn't have his phone out, does he?"
"No." Seungmin said immediately. "It's on silent."
"Of course it is." Han muttered, dragging a hand down his face. "Of course it is..."
Changbin scanned the area again, frustrated. "How do you lose one person in a straight path?"
Hyunjin pointed suddenly. "Wait- no- there!"
They all turned.
And for one brief, shining moment, hope sparked.
That was you at the counter.
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"...Is he ordering?"
Felix voice came out soft. Almost reverent. Like he couldn't quite belive what he was witnessing.
You leaned slightly forward, one side of your headphones pushed back just enough to hear the cashier.
"Sorry?" you said, polite and calm.
Behind you, chaos continued its slow approach.
Jeongin blinked. "He's ordering."
Changbin looked like he might ascend. "We are being chased and he's ordering a drink."
Seungmin folded his arms with a pout lingering on his lips. "I want to hear his reasoning. I really do."
Lee Know just stared, unimpressed but deeply focused. "If he orders something complicated, I'm leaving him."
Chan ran a hand through his hair, somewhere between stress and disbelief. "...Let him finish."
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You, blissfully unaware of the unfolding crisis, nodded at the cashier.
"Yeah, that one. Thank you."
Payment done.
You stepped to the side, waiting.
Music back in both ears. Head bobbing slightly. Completely at peace.
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By the time your drink was ready, the storm had arrived.
Not that you noticed.
You took the cup with a quiet "thanks", adjusting your grip, turning-
and finally looking up properly.
Eight very familiar faces stood a few steps away.
All staring at you.
Various stages of stress, disbelief, and silent accusation painted across their expressions.
You blinked once.
Pulled one side if your headphones down.
"Oh." you said, like you'd just spotted them in a cafe. "There you are.
A pause.
You glanced between them, then held up your drink slightly.
"Do we still have some time before boarding?"
i lobe my little obvious reader
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being "just friends" with bts
ΰΏ fluff; comfort; male reader but can be read as gender neutral
βββ JIN
"You're hopeless." Jin sighs, flicking your forhead lightly.
You huff, rubbing the spot. "You literally called me over to help and now you're insulting me?"
"I called you over because you'd starve otherwise."
"That's not true."
Jin raises an eyebrow. You both know it is.
A quiet moment passes as he plates the food, sliding it toward you before sitting across from you, chin resting in his hand.
He watches you take the first bite. Then smiles.
Soft. Fond. Different.
"...what?" you mumble, mouth full.
"Nothing." he says quickly, looking away. "You just look... happy."
You laugh. "Because I am. You take cafe of me like you're my housewife."
Jin chokes.
"A- what?"
You grin.
"We're friends though, so it doesn't count."
Silence. Jin doesn't laugh.
"...right." he says, quieter than before.
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βββ YOONGI
The studio is dim, filled with the soft hum of equipment.
You're curled up on the couch, wrapped in one of his hoodies, half asleep.
Yoongi glances over.
Again.
And again.
You shift, mumbling something unintelligible, and your head tips sideways, landing against his shoulder.
He freezes.
Waits.
You don't move.
Slowly, carefully, he relaxed back into the chair, letting you lean on him fully.
Minutes pass.
Then an hour.
Then more.
He doesn't move.
Doesn't even reach for his phone.
Just sits there, listening to your breathing.
At some point, you whisper, barely awake. "...you're warm."
Yoongi exhales softly.
"...go to sleep." he murmurs and you already have
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βββ HOSEOK
"You hug everyone like that." you mumble into his shoulder.
Hoseok laughs, arms still wrapped around you. "What, you jealous?"
"No." you say quickly. "Just saying."
He hums, but doesn't let go.
Actually, he pulls you a little closer.
"...it's not the same." he says after a moment.
You blink. "What?"
Hoseok leans back just enough to look at you.
His smile is still there, but softer.
"Nothing." he says quickly, ruffling your hair. "You think too much."
You frown.
You don't think you do.
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βββ NAMJOON
You're walking side by side, hands brushing every few steps.
Neither of you comments on it.
The night is quiet. Comfortable.
"Do you ever think," Namjoon starts slowly. "that some people don't fit i to... simple definitions?"
You glance at him. "Like what?"
He looks ahead, thoughtful.
"Like... friendship. Love. Sometimes it feels like there's something in between."
Your chest tightens slightly.
"Oh."
A pause.
Then you smile, a little unsure.
"We're just friends though."
Namjoon stops walking. Just for a second.
Then continues.
"...yeah." he says.
But he doesn't sound convinced.
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βββ JIMIN
"You're so clingy." you laugh as Jimin grabs your hand again.
"You don't mind."
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't pull away either."
You roll your eyes, but your fingers tighten around his anyway.
Jimin notices.
Of course he does.
He smiles, but it falters just slightly.
"...I'm like this with everyone." he says lightly.
You nod. "I know."
That's what makes it okay.
Right?
Jimin looks at your joined hands.
Then slowly let's go.
"...yeah." he murmurs.
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βββ TAEHYUNG
Taehyung is lying next to you, staring at the ceiling.
Too close. Always too close.
"What would we be," he asks suddenly. "if we weren't just friends."
You blink, turning your head towards him.
"...what?"
He turns too.
Your faces are inches apart.
"So close."
Your breath catches.
You laugh nervously, looking away.
"We are just friends."
Taehyung doesng laugh.
"...yeah." he says softly.
But keeps looking at you.
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βββ JUNGKOOK
"You're basically his boyfriend." someone says offhandedly.
You laugh immediately. "No I'm not."
Across the room, Jungkook freezes.
You don't notice.
"He just follows you everywhere." they continue.
"That's not true-"
"Jungkook." they call. "Are you his boyfriend?"
Silence.
You turn.
Jungkook is already looking at you.
Like he's waiting. Like the answer matters more than anything.
Your heart does something weird.
You laugh again, softer this time. "We're just friends."
Jungkook nods. Too quickly.
"Yeah." he says.
But he doesn't look away.
And this time-
You don't either.
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you never meant for jungkook to become a part of your routine
ΰΏ fluff, comfort, down bad jungkook, obvious male!reader
The key turns with a soft click, and the door barely opens before warmth spills out to meet you.
There's music playing. Quiet, low, something soft enough to melt into the walls. The air smells like instant ramen and something faintly clean, like fresh laundry that doesn't belong to you.
You blink, stepping inside.
"...hello?"
"Over here."
Of course. You don't even question it anymore.
In the kitchen, like he's always belonged there, is Jungkook. Sleeved pushed up, hair slightly messy, chopsticks in hand as he leans against your counter like it's his. He glances up the moment you appear, like your presence alone flipped a switch.
"You're late." He says, casual, like this is normal. "I was waiting."
You huff quietly, slipping your shoes off. "You gave your own place, you know?"
"Yeah." He shrugs, like that means nothing. "But this one has you."
Your brain pauses.
Just... completely pauses.
"...you're weird." you mumble, cheeks warming as you walk past him.
He hums.
A soft meow cuts in before anything else can be said.
You look down.
Mochi pads into the kitchen, fluffy tail high, white fur catching the light with soft grey patches dusted along his back. His bright blue eyes locked onto-
Not you.
"Hey-" you protest softly.
Noch walks right past you like you don't exist and hops onto the counter beside Jungkook, immediately leaning into his hand.
"You too?" you whisper, betrayed. "Seriously?"
Jungkook grins, scratching under Mochi's chin like he's earned it. "He missed me."
"He saw you this morning."
"And?" Jungkook presses his cheek brieftly against Mochi's head. "Time is relative."
You stare at them.
"...I feed you." you tell Mochi. "I clean your litter box."
Mochi slow blinks and Jungkook just laughs under his breath.
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Later, you end up in the couch, bowls half forgotten on the table, the music fading into background noise. It's quiet in that comfortable way, the kind that wraps around you instead of pressing in.
You don't notice when you start leaning.
You only realize when your head lands softly against Jungkook's shoulder.
You freeze for half a second. "...sorry."
His hand is already there, resting lightly against your arm, warm and steady.
"It's okay."
So you stay.
Mochi curls into the space between you like this is routine, like this is something he's seen a hundred times before. Which... he probably has.
Your eyes start to drift shut.
"Stay." You mumble, barely conscious of it.
There's a pause. A small one.
"...I was planning to." Jungkook says quietly.
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Morning arrives like a personal attack.
Your alarm goes off, loud and unforgiving, dragging you out of sleep far too early. You groan, fumbling blindly for your phone until it finally shuts up, and you immediately try to sink back into the warmth around you.
Warmth. Arms.
Jungkook.
You're wearing one of his shirts. It hands loose on you, sleeves too long, soft fabric smelling faintly like him. At some point during the night, you must've changed it without thinking. Or maybe he gave it to you. You don't remember.
You're too sleepy to care.
"...you have work." Jung look murmurs behind you, voice low, still thick with sleep.
"Mhmm." You burrow yourself deeper into the pillow. "Five more minutes."
He shifts slightly.
Without thinking, you reach back, fingers catching the fabric of your shirt, and tug him closer.
He goes still.
You sigh softly, pressing back into him, eyes still closed.
"Don't go yet..."
There's a quiet moment where the world feels like it's holding it's breath.
"...I'm not going anywhere." He says, almost too softly to hear.
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You try to protest later. You really do.
"You don't have to drive me." you say, standing by the door while Mochi circles your legs, meowing like he's filing a formal complaint about your departure.
"I want to." Jungkook replies easily, grabbing his keys.
"That's not a reason."
"It is to me."
You blink at him, a little flustered.
"...you're weird."
He just smiles.
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The cafΓ© smells like coffee beans and warm milk, the soft hiss of the machine filling the air as you tie your apron and try to shake off the lingering sleepiness.
You don't even have to look to know when Jungkook walks in.
You just feel it.
A shift. A quiet awareness.
When you glance up, he's already there at the counter, hands tucked into his pockets, watching you with that same soft expression that always makes your stomach do something weird.
"Hi." you say, a little shy.
"Hi." he echoes.
You fumble slightly at the register. "The usual?"
"Yeah."
Of course it is.
As you start making his drink, your coworker leans in beside you, voice dropping just enough to be conspiratorial.
"Is that your mysterious boyfriend?"
You choke.
"What- no." you whispered immediately, heat rushing to your face. "He's not- he's just- he's just Jungkook- he's my friend."
Your coworker raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.
"Mhmm."
You risk a glance towards the counter.
Jungkook is looking at you.
He smiles when your eyes meet, but there's something softer underneath it. Something quieter.
You look away quickly, heart beating a little too fast.
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When the drink is done, you hesitate for a second.
Then, quickly, before you can overthink it, you grab a marker.
A small doodle appears on the cup. A fluffy little cat with round eyes and a tiny tail.
Mochi.
And underneath it, a small, careful handwriting:
for my favorite boy :)
Your face burns as soon as you finish it.
Why did you write that. Why would you do that.
You place the lid on the cup like it might erase your crimes.
"Jungkook!" you call, trying to sound normal.
He steps forward, taking the drink form your hands.
For a second, his fingers brush yours.
You almost drop the cup.
He looks down on it and goes quiet.
His thumb traces lightly over the doodle, over the words, like he's making sure they're real.
Then he looks up at you and something in his expression changes.
Soft. Warm. A little overwhelmed in a way you don't quite understand.
"...I'm keeping this." he says.
You laugh nervously. "It's just a cup."
"Still." He doesn't let go of it right away.
Your coworker appears again the second he steps away.
"'Just a friend', huh?" they whisper.
You hide your face behind your hands. "Stop."
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When your shift ends, he's still there.
Of course he is.
Leaning in the same spot, scrolling on his phone, like he's been waiting the entire time.
"Ready?" He asks, like it's rhe most natural thing in the world.
You nod, grabbing your things, still a little flustered.
The walk back is quiet, but not awkward. Just... easy.
Comfortable.
The kind of quiet that doesn't need filling.
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Back at your apartment, Mochi greets you like you've returned from war.
Then immediately abandons you for Jungkook.
Again.
"Unbelievable." you mutter.
Jungkook laughs, crouching down to scoop him up. Mochi settles into his arms like he belongs there.
You watch them for a second.
Then, without thinking, you say. "You basically live here."
Jungkook stills slightly.
"Would that be so bad?" he asks.
You laugh, soft and easy, dropping your bag by the couch. "I mean... you already have your own mug, your own side of the bed-"
You stop.
"...wait."
He raises an eyebrow.
"You do have a side of the bed." you realize slowly.
He smiles. Small. Fond.
"Yeah." he says quietly. "I do."
Your heart does something strange.
You ignore it.
"Come on." you mumble instead, sitting down and patting the spot beside you.
He doesn't hesitate.
A few minutes later, you're leaning against him again, Mochi curled up in your lap this time, purring softly.
Your room is warm.
The lights are low.
Everything feels... right.
You glance up at him, smiling a little.
"You're really clingy, you know that?"
Jungkook hums.
"Only with you."
You laugh. He doesn't.
And somewhere in the quiet, in the space between your heartbeat and his, there's something waiting to be understood.
You just haven't realized yet.
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βββ BANG CHAN
It's late in the studio, the kind of late where everything feels slower.
Yet, you're still working.
Chan notices immediately.
He doesn't make it a big thing. He just walks over, sets a drink next to you and adjusts your chair like it's second nature.
"You've been sitting too long." he says quietly.
You barley look up. "I'm fine."
"Yeah." He hums, hand lingering on your shoulder for just a second longer than necessary. "I know."
Across the room, Seungmin snorts.
"Hyung."
Chan ignores it.
"You've checked on him five times." Hyunjin adds.
He exhales. "I check on everyone."
"When was the last time you brought me a drink?"
"...you can get your own."
Silence.
Then laughter.
Chan doesn't look at them, just glances back at you and softens immediately.
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βββ LEE KNOW
You're cooking together. Or, more accurately, you're trying to.
"That's not how you cut a carrot." he says flatly.
You glance at him. "I'm literally just slicing-"
"Wrong."
He steps closer anyway, hand guiding yours for a second, fixing your grip.
"Like this."
You blink. "...you could've just said that nicely."
"I did that."
You stare. He ignores you.
But he has already moved the ingredients closer to your side. Already adjusted the heat so you don't have to reach.
Later, Changbin asks why he helped you so much.
"I didn't."
"You were basically glued to him."
"...coincidence."
Yet he doesn't meet your eyes.
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βββ SEO CHANGBIN
"That was insane."
You're grinning at Changbin through the glass, looking at him like you actually mean it.
Changbin freezes. "...what?"
"Your verse. It was really good."
There's a pauses Then suddenly-
"No but your voice today? Did you hear yourself? Like it was actually insane- your tone? Your delivery?"
You blink. Confused.
He keeps going. Full rant. Full praise. Full you.
By the end, he forgets what started it.
Jeongin in the back just whispers, "he's gone."
He is.
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βββ HWANG HYUNJIN
You weren't supposed to see it.
But you do.
Sketchbook open. Your own face staring back at you in soft pencil lines.
Hyunjin freezes when you speak.
"...is that me?"
He shuts the boom too fast.
"No."
You tilt your head. "It looks like me."
"...it's not intentional."
It definitely is.
You step closer. "It looks good."
He goes quiet. Completely.
And for once, he doesn't try to explain it.
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βββ HAN JISUNG
He's loud. Talking fast, joking, bouncing off everyone like usual.
Then you laugh and he instantly stops mid sentence, mid thought.
Just... stares at you for a second.
"...you should laugh more."
Silence. He blinks.
"NOT for me- i mean- not like that- just like- it's healthy-"
He's already backtracking. Already spiraling.
You're still smiling, which somehow makes it worse.
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βββ FELIX
"Here."
You look down at his hands, you're favorite snack resting in them.
You frown slightly. "I didn't ask for this."
Felix smiles. "You mentioned it the other day."
You don't even remember.
"...you remembered?"
"Of course." Felix nods.
It's simple to him. Natural.
He doesn't even realize bed soft if sounds.
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βββ KIM SEUNGMIN
"You're really slow today."
He says it so easily, not even looking at you properly.
Someone laughs and you roll your eyes. "You're annoying."
"I know." He grins.
Later, it's just the two of you. Quiet.
"...did you eat?"
You glance at him.
He's not looking at you now.
"...yeah."
"...okay."
A pause.
"...you looked tired earlier."
and there it is.
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βββ YANG JEONGIN
"You've been following me."
He freezes. "...i haven't."
You raise a brow. "You sat next to me in three different rooms."
"...coincidence."
It's not.
He knows it's not.
You know it's not.
He just looks away, ears a little red.
"...i just like being where you are."
It slips out before he can even stop it and then he refused to speak again.
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