You would have never believed it otherwise but Jin is the clingiest especially in the morning.
There's just something about mornings and sunshine that make him that way. He actually needs to cling to you for 30-45 mins on average in the morning before he even thinks of starting his day.
And if you by chance try to move away or tell him that he's being too clingy, it's over for you. He'll bring out a whole ass PPT to explain to you why his morning cuddles are essential to his existence 😭
He has a thing for nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck while laying on top of you as soon as he wakes up. Does it crush you under his world wide shoulders? Yes. Are you complaining? No. It's his favourite thing ever and so is it yours.
On the lines of waking up, he loves when his head is nuzzled into your neck and you stroke the back of his hair. He'll smile softly into your neck, giggle even making you squirmy? But if he loves it then who are you to complain.
Jin is a waist holder. Always!! Anytime! Just him and your waist.
You don't understand it but anytime you'd be in the kitchen, or in the garden or in the living room, he'll come up behind you, slide his hands under your shirt and hold you there close to him muttering sweet nothings in your ear (Ugh 😩)
Has a thing for peppering you with wet kisses deliberately when you're about to go out.
"Ahhh, Jin I'm about to go out" you'll cry
"Exactly, you should remember there's a man waiting for you at home" and he'll pepper more kisses along your jaw and neck making you forget momentarily that you're about to go out. (You'd definitely have to reapply your lipstick).
About kisses, he loves spiderman kisses. He just does. Needs no explanation.
If you're battling over who loves the other more and you say "I love you 3000", he's carrying you to the bedroom. He can't explain how much he loves you and your Iron man references in words so he gotta employ other ways 😏
He actually loves it when you play with his hair. It's the softest thing you've ever touched on the planet so why wouldn't you make do his hair every opportunity you get.
He obviously goes all Rapper jin about it but then he clicks thousands of pictures of his hairstyle, annoyingly sending multiple to everyone that once Jk had to actually call you and ask you to take Jin's phone away.
And your favourite thing ever? He doesn't undo his hair for the whole day until you practically forcefully sit him down and open his hair up before going to bed.
"but it was looking good"
"Yes my love, but I don't want your hair stylists to kill me"
Bed time routine? That's his area. He's gonna pamper you with all the skin care he can, telling you about why it's good for your skin. You'd never even have to lift a finger. It's the most intimate, cute thing ever.
A/n: There are definitely going to be more of these
Desc: “Fishing at 4 am? Who in their right mind would agree to that??...Oh Seokjin is asking? Yeah ill see you then”
Word count:4.4k
masterlist ao3
Tags: super tune, kim seokjin, jin and his fish, this is the Super Tuna MV but the fish is basically y/n, I researched boat architecture for this fic, idol Jin on his day off, fishing,
The sun hadn’t even considered rising yet when the rhythmic thumping began on your front door. It wasn't a polite knock; it was a rhythmic, confident beat that suggested the person on the other side believed they were doing you a favor by waking you up before the birds.
You groaned, pulling the duvet over your head. "Go away, Seokjin," you mumbled into your pillow.
"I can hear you through the wood!" his voice rang out, clear and bright, entirely too energetic for four in the morning. "The fish are waking up! They’re brushing their scales! They’re waiting for the World Wide Handsome guest of honor! Are you really going to make them wait?"
You stumbled out of bed, your vision blurry, and swung the door open. Kim Seokjin stood there in a vibrant, neon-orange windbreaker that could likely be seen from the International Space Station. He had a bucket hat perched precariously on his head and a grin that was far too symmetrical for this hour.
"You look like a traffic cone," you croaked, squinting at the brightness of his jacket.
He gasped, leaning back and resting a hand on his chest. "A traffic cone? This is high-fashion maritime couture, Y/N. I have to look good. If the fish see me and realize how handsome I am, they’ll jump into the boat just to get a closer look. It’s science."
"I’m pretty sure that’s not how biology works," you sighed, but you were already stepping back to let him in.
"Coffee is in the thermos, the car is packed, and I’ve already named the first three fish we’re going to catch," he said, marching into your kitchen with the authority of a ship’s captain. "Move, move, move! The tide waits for no one, and neither does Kim Seokjin!"
The engine of Jin’s SUV hummed a low, steady bassline against the silence of the sleeping city. Inside the cabin, the air smelled like expensive cologne mixed with the faint, sharp tang of the instant coffee he’d pressed into your hands the moment you’d buckled your seatbelt.
You watched the streetlights flicker past, a blur of amber against the dark blue of the 4:00 AM sky. To your left, Seokjin looked like a character pulled straight from a high-budget travel vlog. Even in the dim light of the dashboard, his profile was sharp- the kind of bone structure that seemed unfair to witness so early in the morning. He was humming a melody you didn’t recognize, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel.
"You're awfully quiet over there," he said, his voice a low vibration that seemed to fill the small space. "Is the coffee not working, or are you just overwhelmed by being in the presence of a legend so early in the day?"
"Option C," you yawned, shifting in the leather seat. "I’m wondering how you have this much energy. Did you even sleep?"
"Sleep is for people who aren't about to conquer the ocean," he declared, throwing a quick, playful wink your way. "And besides, I had to prepare. Do you know how long it takes to coordinate an outfit this vibrant? You can't just throw on neon orange; you have to earn it."
You looked at the jacket again. It really was blinding. "I’m worried the fish will see us coming from three miles away."
"That’s the point, Y/N! It’s psychological warfare. They’ll be so dazzled by the fashion that they’ll forget to swim away. It’s the Kim Seokjin Strategy."
He turned the radio up slightly- some pop song about biology was playing, who in their right mind sings about deoxyribonucleic acid this early- and for a while, the conversation drifted into the comfortable silence that only comes with years of friendship. You found yourself watching the way his expression softened when he wasn't trying to be "on." There was a quietness to him in these early hours, a version of Jin that the world rarely saw. It was the Jin who noticed when you were tired, who knew exactly how much sugar you liked in your coffee, and who had spent three weeks planning this trip just because you’d mentioned once, in passing, that you needed a break from the city.
~~~
Forty-five minutes later, you were standing on a damp wooden pier, watching Jin struggle with a massive plastic cooler. He had insisted on bringing enough food to feed a small navy, despite the fact that you were only going to be out for six hours. By the time you reached the marina, the world was beginning to wake up in shades of charcoal and violet. A thick mist rolled off the water, clinging to the docks like a damp blanket. The air was saltier here, cold enough that you could see your breath in little white puffs.
Jin was out of the car in a flash, his boots clattering on the pavement as he began unloading the "supplies."
"Stay there! Don't move!" he called out as you moved to help. "A captain does not let the guest of honor lift heavy objects. It’s bad for the aura."
You watched, leaning against the car, as he hauled a massive cooler, three tackle boxes, and four different fishing rods toward the boat. He looked ridiculous. A bright orange blur in the grey fog with a certain grace in his movements that caught you off guard. He was strong, his shoulders broad under the windbreaker, moving with a purposeful energy.
As he reached the boat, he realized the pier was slick with morning dew. He took one step, his foot slid, and for a terrifying second, he looked like a cartoon character trying to find balance on a banana peel.
"Jin!" you shouted, stepping forward.
He caught himself at the last second, gripping a wooden post with both hands, his chest heaving. Somehow, he had kept the tackleboxes safe in his arms and under his chin. He stayed frozen for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look at you. His bucket hat was slanted over one eye.
"I... I did that on purpose," he gasped, his voice cracking slightly. "I was checking the friction coefficient of the wood. It’s... it’s very low. Excellent data."
You couldn't help it. The laugh started deep in your chest and bubbled up until you were doubled over, leaning against the SUV for support. "You almost fell in before we even touched the boat!"
"Laughter is a sign of a healthy soul!" he shouted back, straightening his hat and puffing out his chest. "I’m glad I could provide you with such a high-quality soul-cleansing experience!". You finally take a look at what was so important to bring on this ship.
"Jin, do we really need a three-course meal for a fishing trip?" you asked, hoisting your own backpack.
"Fishing is 10% catching fish and 90% waiting for fish," he explained, pausing to wipe an imaginary bead of sweat from his forehead. "And if I am going to wait, I am going to wait with high-quality snacks. I have kimbap, I have fruit, and I have those little sausages you like. Don't complain when you're hungry in an hour."
"Careful," he murmured, his grip on your hand firm and warm. "The dock is slippery."
You can’t help but laugh at his pout, God how you wish you could just take his face in your hands and-
You catch yourself midthought, it is too early to be picturing that about your best friend...right?
~~~
He led you to a small, slightly weathered motorboat named The Silver Scale. Finally coming aboard, you could see that the boat itself was a modest motorboat, but to Jin, it might as well have been a luxury yacht. He spent ten minutes "inspecting" the hull, nodding solemnly as if he knew exactly what he was looking for.
"She’s sturdy," he concluded, patting the side of the boat. "She’s ready for the weight of my talent."
Helping him load the gear turned into a comedy of errors. The cooler was packed so tightly with food that the lid kept popping open, revealing his containers of kimbap, neatly sliced fruit, and- inexplicably- a bottle of sparkling cider.
"Is the cider for the fish?" you asked, handing him a tackle box.
"No, the cider is for the victory toast," he said, stowing it under a seat. "We have to manifest success, Y/N. If we act like we’ve already caught the biggest fish in the sea, the universe will provide."
Once everything was on board, he reached out his hand to help you down. The joking tone vanished for a split second. The mist was swirling around his ankles, and the first hint of orange sunlight was hitting the horizon behind him.
"The boat is a little wobbly," he warned, his voice suddenly soft and grounded. "Give me your hand."
His palm was large and warm, his grip steady as he guided you onto the deck. For a heartbeat, as you stepped down, you were standing very close to him- close enough to feel the heat radiating from his chest, close enough to see the tiny flecks of amber in his eyes.
"Got you," he whispered.
He didn't let go immediately. He waited until he was sure you had your balance, his thumb brushing almost imperceptibly against the back of your hand before he pulled away to start the engine.
"Alright!" he shouted, the engine roaring to life and breaking the spell. "Destination: Victory! Or at least, destination: Lunch!"
~~~
The Silver Scale moved further away from the coast, the shoreline becoming a thin, green ribbon against the horizon. The mist had completely burned off, replaced by a sky so blue it looked painted. Jin was at the helm, his hand resting casually on the throttle, humming along to the rhythmic slap-slap-slap of the waves against the hull. The boat cut through the glassy water as the sky began to bleed into shades of bruised purple and gold. It was peaceful, truly. The air was cool, the water was calm, and for a few minutes, Jin was actually quiet, focused on navigating to his "secret spot."
Once the anchor was dropped, the real performance began.
"Okay, Y/N, watch the master," Jin said, picking up his expensive-looking rod. "Fishing is about grace. It’s about the flick of the wrist. It’s about-"
Thwack.
He swung the rod back with immense flair, but instead of the line soaring out into the water, there was a sharp tug. Jin stumbled forward, his neon-orange shoulder jerked backward.
"Jin?" you bit back a laugh. "What happened to the grace?"
He froze, looking over his shoulder. The hook was firmly embedded in the thick fabric of his own windbreaker, right between his shoulder blades. He looked like a moth pinned to a board.
"I was... testing the durability of the equipment," he said, his voice reaching that slightly higher pitch it hit when he was flustered. "It’s a safety check! Very important!"
"You hooked yourself," you deadpanned.
"I am the catch of the day!" he shot back, trying to reach behind his back to unhook himself. He looked like a cat chasing its own tail, spinning in small circles in the middle of the boat. "Don't just sit there laughing! Help your captain!"
You spent the next five minutes trying to extract the hook without tearing the expensive jacket, while Jin grumbled about the "aggressive aerodynamics" of the wind. By the time he was free, his hair was a mess and his bucket hat was crooked.
"Okay," he huffed, straightening his collar. "That was a warm-up. Now, for the bait."
"Now that we’re finally here," he paused for dramatic effect, "This is the spot. My grandfather told me that the fish in this specific patch of ocean are particularly sophisticated. They have refined palates. They’ll appreciate the squid." He opened a small plastic container. The smell hit you instantly- a pungent, salty, slightly rotting aroma that made your nose crinkle.
"Ugh, Jin, what is that?"
"Premium fermented squid," he said, though even he looked a little disgusted. "The salesman said it’s irresistible."
He picked up a slimy piece of bait with two fingers, his face contorting into a mask of pure horror. "Oh... oh, it’s squishy. Why is it squishy, Y/N? It’s touching me. It’s holding my hand."
"You're the one who wanted to go fishing!"
"I wanted the aesthetic of fishing!" he cried, finally managed to impale the bait onto the hook. "I wanted the sun, the water, and the impressive photos! I didn't sign up for squid juice!"
He wiped his fingers aggressively on a rag, looking deeply offended by the entire process. "If I don't catch a shark after this, I'm suing the ocean."
"I still think they’ll just be confused by the smell," you teased, grabbing your rod.
For the next hour, it was surprisingly peaceful. You both sat on opposite sides of the boat, lines cast deep into the turquoise water. The sun was getting warmer, and Jin had shed his neon windbreaker, revealing a simple white t-shirt that showed off the impressive breadth of his shoulders- a stark reminder that beneath the "traffic cone" exterior was a man who worked incredibly hard.
"You know," Jin started, leaning back against his seat, "fishing is a lot like life. You cast your line, you wait, you hope... and most of the time, you just end up with a sunburn and a sense of regret."
"That’s surprisingly dark for you, Jin."
"I’m a deep thinker! I contain multitudes!" He gestured grandly with his free hand. "I’m like an onion. Layers, Y/N. Layers of handsomeness and wisdom."
Suddenly, his line moved. In fact, his rod didn't just twitch- it arched violently toward the water.
"OH! OH! IT’S HAPPENING!" Jin shrieked, his "deep thinker" persona evaporating instantly. He scrambled to his feet, the boat rocking precariously under his sudden movement. "It’s a monster! It’s the Kraken! It’s coming for revenge!"
He began to reel in with frantic, uncoordinated energy. The line was zipping through the water, cutting left and right. You stood up to help, but Jin waved you off with a wild look in his eyes. "No! I must face this beast alone! This is a battle of wills!"
The "beast" broke the surface about ten feet from the boat. It wasn't a shark. It wasn't even a large fish. It was a medium-sized, particularly muscular mackerel that seemed personally offended by being hooked. As Jin gave one final, Herculean heave-ho, and the fish didn't just fly out of the water- it launched itself like a silver missile.
SLAP.
The fish landed square across Jin's face, its tail flickering rapidly against his cheek.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Jin’s scream was a high-pitched, operatic masterpiece that probably could have been heard back at the marina. He stumbled backward, his arms flailing, as the wet, slimy fish slid down his face and landed with a damp thud on the deck. He froze, his hands hovering near his cheeks, his eyes wide with genuine shock.
"It... it slapped me," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Y/N. The fish. It physically assaulted the Mr. World Wide Handsome."
You were paralyzed. You were trying to breathe, but your lungs refused to work because you were laughing so hard. You had to grip the side of the boat to keep from falling overboard. "The... the look on your face..." you wheezed.
"I am a victim!" Jin shouted, though a grin was starting to break through his feigned trauma. He looked down at the mackerel, which was now flopping harmlessly near his boots. "Did you see that? It targeted me! It saw my face and thought, 'I must humiliate this beautiful man before I go.'"
He picked up a towel and wiped his face with exaggerated disgust, though he was finally starting to laugh along with you. "I'm retiring. This is it. The ocean has rejected me."
~~~
The sun was fully up now, turning the surface of the water into a sheet of hammered gold. The "Premium Fermented Squid" and the “Fish-ssault” incidents had been dealt with, and now, you were both settled into the rhythmic lull of the boat.
Jin sat across from you, his legs stretched out, looking surprisingly focused on his fishing line. The silence lasted exactly four minutes.
"Hey, Y/N," he said, not looking up.
"Yes, Jin?"
"Why did the fish get bad grades?"
You closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the edge of the boat. "I don't know, Jin. Why did the fish get bad grades?"
"Because he was below sea level!" He let out a loud, windshield-wiper laugh that echoed across the open water, startling a nearby seagull. "Get it? C-level? Sea level? Ah, I’m a genius. Even the birds are laughing."
"The birds are fleeing, Jin," you teased, but you couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips.
"They’re just going to tell their friends to come see the handsome comedian," he countered, reeling his line in an inch. "Okay, serious question. What do you call a fish with no eyes?"
"A fsh," you answered immediately.
He stopped, his mouth hanging open in mock outrage. "You’ve heard it. Someone told you. My material is being leaked! There is a spy in my circle!"
"It’s a classic, Jin! Everyone knows that one."
"Fine, fine. Try this: What do you call a wealthy fish?" He paused for dramatic effect. "A gold-fish."
"That’s actually terrible," you laughed, throwing a small piece of kimbap at his orange jacket.
"It's a masterpiece! Just like my face!" He caught the kimbap mid-air and popped it into his mouth. "See? I’m also a world-class athlete with lightning-fast reflexes."
Suddenly, your fishing rod jerked. Not a small nibble, but a genuine, heavy pull that nearly took the rod out of your hands.
"Jin! I think I have something!"
His eyes went wide, his own rod forgotten. "Wait, wait! Don't let go! Reel it in! Be the fish, Y/N! Feel its soul!" He scrambled over to your side of the boat, his hands hovering near yours on the grip. "Easy... easy... it’s a big one! It’s definitely a shark. Or a sunken treasure chest. Or a very heavy boot!"
You were laughing too hard to focus, your muscles straining against the pull. "It’s... it’s really strong!"
With one final, heave-ho tug, the line broke the surface. A small, shimmering silver fish, no longer than your hand, came flying out of the water. It landed with a wet thwack right on Jin's chest, sticking to his neon windbreaker for a split second before sliding down into his lap.
Both of you stared at the tiny creature. It flopped once, looking up at Jin with wide, unblinking eyes.
"Is... is that the shark?" you asked, breathless.
Jin looked down at the fish, then back at you. He looked genuinely moved. "Y/N... look at his face. He’s beautiful. He has my eyes."
"He's four inches long, Jin."
"He’s a fighter! He chose me!" Jin carefully cupped the fish in his hands, his expression softening into something incredibly sweet. "Hello, Little Seokjin. You are very brave to challenge the World Wide Handsome. But alas, our love is forbidden. You belong to the deep."
He leaned over the edge of the boat, gently lowering the fish back into the water. As it flicked its tail and disappeared, Jin sighed dramatically, wiping a phantom tear. "Go! Be free! Tell your friends of the man in the orange jacket who spared your life!"
~~~
The adrenaline of the "Big Catch" faded, leaving a comfortable, warm hum between you. The snacks had been eaten, the sun was high, and the boat swayed gently in the wake of a distant ship.
Jin had finally taken off the bucket hat, his dark hair messy and windswept. He looked less like a "maritime traffic cone" now and more like... just Seokjin. The man who made sure you had the best seat in the boat. The man who had been your best friend for years, hiding behind jokes so you wouldn't see how much he cared.
You realized you were staring.
"I know," he said softly, his voice dropping an octave. He wasn't looking at the water anymore; he was looking at you. "The view is incredible. It’s hard to look away from something this perfect."
Usually, this was where he’d make a joke about his own reflection. But he didn't. He just kept his eyes locked on yours.
"The water is nice, yeah," you whispered, your heart starting to race.
"I wasn't talking about the water, Y/N."
The humor that usually acted as a shield between you was gone. Jin moved closer, shifting his weight until he was sitting right next to you on the narrow bench. The boat rocked, bringing your shoulders together.
"You've been laughing at my jokes all morning," he murmured, his hand reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered there, warm against your skin. "Even the bad ones."
"Especially the bad ones," you breathed.
The sun continued its slow descent toward the afternoon, and the water turned a deeper, inkier blue. The jokes had run dry for a moment, replaced by the comfortable exhaustion that comes from too much laughter.
Jin sat down on the floor of the boat next to you, leaning his back against the side. He pulled out two sodas from the cooler, handing one to you.
"Hey," he said, his voice quiet, devoid of the usual theatricality.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for coming today. I know 4:00 AM is a lot to ask of someone."
"I wouldn't have done it for anyone else," you admitted, looking out at the horizon.
Jin took a slow sip of his drink, his gaze following yours. "I know I joke around a lot. I know I’m... a lot to handle sometimes. The 'WWH' stuff, the dad jokes, the screaming at fish..." He trailed off, a small, self-deprecating smile on his face. "Sometimes I think I use it as a way to make sure people are always smiling, so they don't look too closely at the person behind the noise."
You turned to look at him, surprised by the sudden vulnerability. "Jin, you don't have to perform for me. You know that, right?"
"I know," he murmured. He reached out, his fingers tracing the pattern on the boat's floor. "But it’s scary, isn't it? Being quiet. When it’s quiet, you have to actually say what’s on your mind. And what’s on my mind is usually... complicated."
He looked up at you then, and the intensity in his eyes made your breath hitch. The playful "traffic cone" was still gone. This was the man who stayed up late to practice his vocals until they were perfect, the man who felt the weight of being the eldest, the man who cared so deeply for his friends that it sometimes looked like it hurt.
"I brought you out here because it's the only place where the world feels small enough to manage," he said. "No cameras, no schedules, no expectations. Just the water. And you."
He paused, his thumb brushing against your wrist where it rested on the deck. "I’ve spent a lot of my life making sure everyone else is okay. Making sure the mood is light. But when I’m with you, I feel like I can just... be. I don't have to catch the biggest fish to impress you. I can get slapped in the face by a mackerel and know that you’ll still be here, laughing with me, not at me,” he said, his thumb now grazing your cheek. "I’m very good at catching things. I can catch fish. I can catch people's attention. But I’ve been trying to catch your heart for a long time, and I wasn't sure if I was using the right bait."
You let out a small, shaky laugh. "You don't need bait, Jin. You just need to be you."
Your heart felt like it was expanding, pressing against your ribs as you continued, "You never have to impress me, Seokjin. I’ve liked the 'person behind the noise' for a long time."
The silence that followed wasn't empty; it was heavy with everything neither of you had been brave enough to say in the city. The boat rocked gently, pushing you a few inches closer to him.
"For a long time?" he repeated, his voice barely a whisper. "How long?"
"Longer than the 'Analog Records' AU," you joked weakly, trying to break the tension.
Jin laughed, but it was a soft, breathy sound. He reached out, his hand cupping the side of your face. His skin was warm, smelling of salt and sun. "Y/N, I'm a very confident man. I tell the whole world how handsome I am every single day. But right now? My heart is beating so fast I’m worried it’s going to scare the fish away."
You leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut. "Let them be scared. I'm not going anywhere."
He leaned in, slow and deliberate, giving you every chance to pull away. But you didn't. When his lips finally met yours, it wasn't chaotic or loud like the rest of the morning. It was soft, tasting of salt air and the lingering sweetness of the fruit he’d shared with you. It was a "perfectly timed" moment that had nothing to do with luck and everything to do with the man who had been waiting for this as long as you had.
When he pulled back, just an inch, he rested his forehead against yours.
"So," he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. "Does this mean I get a second date? Or do I need to catch an actual shark next time?"
You laughed, pulling him back in by the collar of his ridiculous orange jacket. "No sharks. No traffic cone outfits. Just you."
"Good," he smirked, his eyes sparkling. "Because that squid bait was really starting to gross me out."
With a simple handshake, that’s where it begins: 001
Min Yoongi x Female Reader, Band member, Friends to lovers, Forbidden love
Summary: When joining Hybe you never imagined you would get this far, your dreams and hopes turned into reality making the dream more real, but something unexpected happens…something you didn’t imagine would ever happen…one of the members falls for you, deeply at that matter…how will it go…what will you do?…only time will tell…
(This is my first time ever writing something like this so please bear with me :), I’m usually a silent reader and hardly ever post on here but I thought I would give it a go, please enjoy:))
Warnings: Bit of swearing nothing major, yet :)
You and the boys are getting ready for your fourth world tour, starting in Goyang City, Seoul, your typical routine starts with make up, hair, stage outfits, something you could never get tired of, it sounds daunting yes but to you it’s special, to you it’s your world your life, the fans, the endless adventures you have but most importantly your boys and the friendships you hold dearly with them the memories you have had along the way, speaking to people through your music, bringing joy to millions of people, your dream come true.
Your stylist and dear friend Ha-eun brushes your hair looking at you in the mirror now and again, a smile creeps on her face as she notices your completely zoned out doom scrolling through your phone while happily slumped in your chair in nothing but your dressing gown, Your dressing room is pretty comfortable, white wallpaper on all four walls, paintings of cherry blossoms framed on the walls, a huge dressing table with all your necessities. Make up, hair brushes, perfume etc, a huge mirror hanging above the dressing table, in the corner of your room is a clothing rail with all your outfits for the concert, a room divider and decent bathroom. Ha-eun looks at you again smiling wider “your awfully quiet tonight, are you nervous, excited?" you jump a bit shaking your head snapping back to reality "huh?" you meet her eyes in the mirror, she chuckles whilst gathering your hair "your awfully quiet tonight, thought I lost you for a moment" she smiles wide, you giggle as you sit up straight in your chair putting your phone down on the dressing table "sorry I just got lost in thought, I wouldn't say I'm nervous I'm used to the big crowds now, more excited than anything" Ha-eun nods whilst listening forming your hair into a ponytail, grabbing a hair tie putting it on her wrist, "I remember your first world tour" she smiles fondly looking at you in the mirror again, you look back at her "you were so nervous and excited at the same time" she chuckles "scared that you might forget your verses do the wrong dance move but without fault you did it you performed with your heart, made the crowd go wild, I was so proud" you smile wide closing your eyes remembering the precious memory, you open your eyes looking at Ha-eun "I just never thought I would be here, I know this is our fourth world tour but it still doesn't feel real, it still feels like a dream" with one last brush Ha-eun places the hair brush down on the table pulling your hair through the hair tie twisting to form a ponytail "sometimes I have to pinch myself just to see if it is a dream but its real, all our hard work got us here, I don't think life could get any better than this" or could it?
Ha-eun smiles widely again placing her hand on your shoulder "and that's definitely something to be proud of Y/N, you hold onto that" you nod and she squeezes your shoulder gently, with one last twist and tightly securing your hair with the hair tie, using some hair gel to keep your baby hairs at bay Ha-eun finally finishes your hair, she takes a step back placing her hands together admiring her work "there all done, nice and tidy" she smiles, you turn your head side to side examining your hair in the mirror, you smile "looks perfect, thank you" your turn in your chair to face her "don't need to thank me its my job after all, but boy your hair is a bloody nightmare" she grins at you, you giggle smiling wide "its not that bad surely" you get up and walk over to your clothing rack looking at the outfits, Ha-eun grins more "its manageable" you giggle grabbing your first staged outfit of the night walking over to your room divider to change, whilst you are changing you hear a gentle knock on your door, "I got it" Ha-eun walks over to the door opening it a jar looking out the corridor to see who it is "hello?" someone from soundcheck stands there with a clip board, his hand on his ear piece "T minus twenty minutes till the we are on" she nods and smiles "thank you i will let her know" he nods turning on his heel quickly making his way to his next destination, Ha-eun closes the door walking back to the dressing table "y/n, twenty minutes till your on, are you dressed?" you rush out from the room divider sitting back in your chair slipping on your shoes "yep, just my shoes then I can go and meet the boys" your first stage outfit is a turtle neck pink body suit, light blue loose jeans with pink bows going down the legs, paired with white trainers, one last check over in the mirror, sliding a pink bow in your hair you smile "okay, I'm ready" you turn in your chair to face Ha-eun she smiles and walks over to the door again opening it for you, getting up from your chair you give her a quick hug before you exit your changing rooms walking down the corridor to meet the boys ready for the night ahead.
As you enter the backstage lounge you see all seven boys sitting on a sofa all talking amongst themselves, you walk over to a mini fridge grabbing a bottle of water until Namjoon spots you "Ahh here she is finally ready, you were gone for hours, we thought you went missing" all the boys turn their heads to you, Joon smiles as he gets up walking over to you opening his arms for a hug, you quickly stand up turning to face him, you open your arms letting Namjoon wrap his arms around your shoulders giving you a gentle squeeze, you giggle whilst hugging back "I was only gone for two hours, I surely couldn't of been that long" you both pull back looking at each other "way to long but I will let it slide just this once" he grins at you, laughing you gently punch him on the arm "noted, i will be extra long next time" you smirk making him laugh, you look over at the rest of the boys who get up individually taking turns giving you a hug, you gladly accepting "At least it wasn't Jimin this time" Tae playfully stares at Jimin "Hey!" jimin playfully pushes Tae, all of you burst into laughter watching the two boys play fight with each other running around the lounge laughing, until that's when you notice Yoongi wasn't here.
You step away from the rest of boys, scoping the room looking for any sign of Yoongi, until your eyes land on him, sat in his chair one leg perched on the other his eyes starring deep into your soul, he's been watching you the whole time, his eyes have never left you since you entered the room, captivated how your whole outfit hugs your body perfectly, he licks his bottom lip his eyes moving slowly down your body taking every bit of you in until his eyes meet yours again, you watch him slowly you can’t move, your feet feel like they are in cement, shocked and confused as you’ve never seen him act this way before, now all of a sudden you feel nervous an impact you never thought would effect you by the eyes of Yoongi, you have a deep close knit friendship with all the boys, you've all grown up together, celebrating big birthdays, graduations, single debuts, and over time you watched them grow into handsome mature men and yourself into a beautiful mature woman, over time trust formed and a bond that would be unbreakable but you and Yoongi are extremely close, you both grew up poor you both knew to well what is what like to have next to nothing, when your next meal would be, something both resonated, you have seen Yoongi's dark days as he had seen yours but when you needed each other the most without fail you would both always be by each other's side, someone to vent to, someone for comfort, someone to make it feel all okay. How it started well....
14 Years Ago....
Location: Hybe Headquaters, Seoul
Opening the taxi car door you take a deep breath and step out of the vehicle shutting the door gently, you walk to the drivers door paying him, when the driver pulls away your left standing in the streets of Seoul standing outside the very building that would change your whole life, now nerves definitely start to kick in, you check over your outfit one last time, your wearing tight blue ripped jeans with a white crop, with your favourite white Nike trainers, "fuck" you mumble you swallow hard then take another deep breath closing your eyes "you can do this" you say to yourself, opening your eyes you look forward head held high as you make your way to the entrance of the building, you only auditioned last week and now here you are meeting your band members for the first time.
you pull open the big glass doors stepping inside to the reception a big long room with marble floors and walls with a huge chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling, you make your way over to the counter, you see a lady on a computer typing away "name please" she makes you jump with the sudden question, not even a hello or welcome "y/n l/n" she types away not once looking up from her computer "sit on the chairs over there, someone will be with you shortly” she points to the corner of the room where a row of chairs are lined up right next to the elevators "thank you" she didn't respond just kept typing away, you walk away from the desk to the chairs "jeez, who spat in her bean curd” you mumble as you sit down on one of the chairs, 10 minutes go by then you hear the elevator ding quickly looking up from your phone as a man steps out walking over to you, quickly standing and locking your phone you bow, “Y/N?” You nod “yes that’s me” you smile at him as he returns the gesture, finally someone who actually has manners, “would you like to follow me?” You look up at him and nod, you both walk to the elevator door he pushes the button waiting for the elevator to descend to your floor, as the doors open he extends his hand out “ladies first” you smile kindly “thank you” you walk into the elevator standing in the corner, the man soon follows pressing the button choosing the 12th floor, as the doors close and the elevator moves up you become fidgety, chewing on your lip as your seconds away from meeting your band mates, as the doors slide open you step out saying in your head “no turning back now” the man guides you down the long white corridor finally coming to a stop, “here we go” you both stop standing in front of a rehearsal room door “this is where you will meet your band mates, introduction first then the rules and details later” you nod and smile "thank you" he returns the gesture "your welcome" he turns around and continues down the hall, now it’s all up to you, you grab the door handle twisting slowly and push open the door.
As soon as you enter the room all eyes are on you, you close the door then start walking to the group of boys, they looked as just as shy as you were, standing there in silence you chew the inside of your cheek thinking you should maybe say something until one of them comes over reaching out his hand to take yours, “Hey, I’m Kim Namjoon, your our 8th member right?” You accept his hand shaking it “that’s right, I’m y/n” you smile, “it’s nice to finally meet you y/n” he smiles back letting go of your hand and looks to the rest of the boys “guys please introduce yourself to y/n our 8th member” first to come over is Jin “I’m Kim Seokjin but you can call me Jin for short” you both shake hands as you nod, all the others follow suit making your acquaintance making you feel welcome, your not so nervous anymore, lastly Yoongi makes his way over, you carefully watch him, his black raven hair tucked in a hat keeping is hair from his eyes, black jeans a white top with a black jacket with black boots, hands in his pockets looking to the floor then he finally looks up at you, "holy fuck" goes through his head right now he has never seen anyone this beautiful before, your cheeks are rosy pink, your lips curving into the most cute smile, how your hair falls perfectly on your face, your outfit, your definitely his type, he could keel over any second but he composes himself “I’m Min Yoongi” he reaches out for your hand, you gladly accept it and as soon as your hands meet he gets the feeling of butterflies in his stomach, all feeling he can't grasp until that’s when it hits him, that’s when he knew you were the one, his missing piece, his kindred spirit, the one he could wake up to every morning, the one that he would spend the rest of his life with, he never believed in love a first sight he thought it was all a silly superstition but when he met you oh how the tables turned, with just a simple handshake and you smiling at him changed everything and that’s where it begins.
*Present Day*
At this point you and Yoongi may as well be having a staring contest as neither of you has blinked once, until he gets up from his chair and starts walking over to you, your still frozen but your watching him as he comes closer opening his arms and without you even realising yours open too, his strong arms wrap around your small waist holding you close, you warp your arms around his shoulders, you love hugs from all the boys but hugging Yoongi is different, you feel safe, protected, he smiles "hey you" you pull back looking at him, he pulls back too looking at you again, "hey, what was that all about" he grins "what do you mean?" you cross your arms huffing, giving him a stern look "Yoongi." he smirks finding this whole situation amusing "you know exactly what I mean, what was that all about when you were sitting in your chair" you look at him more sternly, he certainly knows how to push your buttons "Oh you mean that thing, I couldn't help it, I mean you look so cute so it's kind of impossible not to look" his gummy smile flashes at you, you sigh in defeat as he knows you couldn't resist that smile, you bite your lip trying not smile, "mhm I believe you" finally breaking and smiling widely "scouts honour, I promise" he quickly puts his hand on his chest standing straight, you giggle at him making him smile "see you can't stay made at me for long, I know you too well" you look at him softly "I guess your right but don't think you can get away with it all the time" he grins "Oh I know I will get away with it again" you giggle whilst shaking your head "we will see about that"
"Right, let's go people, it's show time" a soundcheck person claps his hands getting everyone's attention, you quickly turn your head looking at the man then back at Yoongi "time to go" you turn walking off quickly to a table where your microphones are, Yoongi watches you again wishing how he could tell you how he truly feels, wishing he could hold you forever and not let go, "all in good time baby" he whispers as he too quickly walks over to the table, you grab your rose gold microphone, touching your ear monitors checking if they are still in place, happy and satisfied you walk out of the backstage lounge making your walking down the long corridor to the stage with the boys not far behind, you start getting excited now, Ready for the night ahead, Ready to shine.
—post summary | moon's protective instincts and anger make an appearance when jungkook doesn't make it to practice one day.
—circa | 2011
—warnings | jungkook feels insecure. moon has anger fit. everyone gets yelled at by moon.
—author's forenote | if you have any requests, send them my way!
Jungkook and Moon always walked to and from school together. They would leave the dorm together and Moon would drop him in his class and in the evening, Moon would finish her classes, then make her way to Jungkook's class and the two would walk to the company together.
That was their thing.
So, when that particular day, Jungkook left her a message saying he couldn't accompany her back, Moon was slightly concerned but she brushed it off.
Jungkook was still a kid, but of course, he didn't require supervision all the time, that too during broad daylight. She repeated that to herself throughout the day and during her walk back to the company.
But as soon as she reached the company and saw the boys sans Jungkook, her heart dropped. She was worried but at the same time, didn't want to be overbearing, so she resigned to working a hole through the practice room. The boys who noticed her pacing, simply chalked it up as her being aloof as usual.
This wasn't unusual for her, Moon walked anytime she was stressed and with the new routines coming up, they understood why she'd be stressed. They resumed to work on their own until everyone gathered for group practices.
When the call was finally made for a group practice nearly an hour later, Moon looked around again as if she'd have missed Jungkook's presence in the room.
"Guys," She called out, making the boys look at her. "Where's Jungkook?"
"He isn't here yet?" Namjoon asked, looking around. She shook her head, stomach bubbling anxiously. "He said he'd be here around this time," He added thoughtfully.
"Did he tell you where he went?" J-Hope asked, looking at Namjoon who shook his head.
"No, he said he had to meet some of his friends and that he'll be back in time for group practice," He added, remembering the boy stuttering away his reason that morning.
Moon who was quietly listening so far, spoke up, "What friends? He doesn't have any friends here!" She glared at the other boys, her protectiveness kicking in. "Why the hell would you let him go alone? He's been freaking stressed about the routines and you guys just freaking let him go alone?!"
"Why are you guys so irresponsible when it comes to him? He doesn't even know this place all that well!" She was breathing heavy, having yelled at all the boys surrounding her. "And none of you are even bothered about him not being here? Is this how you are going to treat your teammate?"
She was going off on them, and while in the back of her head she knew she was overreacting, she didn't loosen her glare on the boys around.
"Hyeon, you are overreacting," Namjoon told her, trying to calm her down. "He'll be back here soon."
"He's a big boy, Hyeon." J-Hope tried, "He can take care of himself."
"He's fourteen for fuck's sake! We should be looking after him."
Moon scoffed at the boys' audacity to make it seem like Jungkook was all grown up, when all of them clearly knew and understood that the kid was young, constantly worried and feared being thrown out of the group.
But, look at his Hyungs! Not even giving a single fuck over where he might be!
She was understandably angry, face and eyes red and her rage coming out as tears in her eyes. The place was quiet for a minute, the boys not knowing how to react to Moon's tears and Jungkook's sudden disappearance, but mostly to the tears. They knew Jungkook was a strong kid who just needs time alone to gather his thoughts and that he'd be back soon.
But Moon's tears were a whole new territory. They knew Moon was protective over their youngest, doting and coddling him in the most overbearing motherly way but she was crying, right now.
How do they handle her tears?
"Moon, calm down," Suga tried to calm her, placing his palm on her shoulder.
Moon shook him away, "He'll be here soon. Don't worry."
"I'm going to find him!" She said, picking up her things, putting on her jacket and running out.
The moment she stepped out, the cold winter air hit her. Her watered eyes and nose stinging painfully, as she wiped them harshly. She sniffled, walking away from the company towards the school where she thought Jungkook might've taken refuge.
The walk to school usually would've been short, but Moon went to every park there was on her way to check for Jungkook. She couldn't find him anywhere and Moon's anxiety was really tiring her out; she's been searching for him for quite some time now.
Where was he? Was he kidnapped? Did something bad happen to him? Was he okay? Did he run away? Did he quit? Worrying questions ran through her mind, stopping abruptly when her phone rang. It was Namjoon.
"Is Jungkook there?" Moon asked, breathing heavy, not bothering with a greeting, "Is he okay?"
"He's not with you?" He asked her back, not sure if he heard her right. "You haven't found him yet?"
"Namjoon," Moon scoffed, "Would I ask you if I found him? No, I haven't found him. I don't know where he'll be. It's late. He doesn't know the way around this place. He's all alone now." Her tone was flat, like she was blaming him for all that was happening.
"Moon, calm down." Jin was on line now. Moon rolled her eyes, telling him that she'll calm down when she finds Jungkook. "He's all alone in a new city at night!" She repeated.
"Where are you?" He asked in a calm voice, ignoring her outburst. Moon sighed, his calm tone somehow watering her rage. She told him where she was, sniffling slightly.
"Do you have any idea where he might be?" He asked. Moon rolled her eyes; this was getting on her nerves. She could be searching for Jungkook instead of being questioned like this, but no, Father Jin has to make this a freaking quiz.
"We would have had an idea if Leader asked him about it, wouldn't we?" Her voice was getting shivery, as she walked to the final park by the school. If Jungkook wasn't here, then she has no idea where he might be. "But no, Jungkook's a big boy, isn't he? so, I have no idea where he might be!"
"Hyeon-ah, Calm down, okay?" Yoongi seemed to have taken the phone now, "Go, look at the park, if you can't find him there, we'll file a complaint, okay?" Moon agreed, "Call us once you search the park, okay? We'll try searching around here too. He'll be okay."
Moon hummed into the phone, disconnecting the call. She hoped Jungkook was okay. The boy was so young and so talented, she really hoped the stress of debut wasn't harming his health in anyway.
The park was deserted, mainly because this was kid's hangout spot and now, it was way too dark for kids and parents to hang out here. Moon walked in the area, trying to find the boy, praying he was in there somewhere. She looked around the place, eyes scanning the place for the boy. She had almost lost hope when she saw him, sitting in a secluded bench, hunched over.
In an excited haze, she ran to him calling his name loudly.
"Kookie! Jungkook!" She screamed his name, startling the poor boy who visibly shook before turning around to face her. She ran to him full force, hugging him and cradling his face to her chest.
"Kookie! You are alright! I was so worried! I was fucking scared that you quit or something! Why didn't you tell us anything? Oh my god, I'm so happy I found you!" She hugged him tighter, rubbing him as if to reassuring to herself that yes, he was okay and in her arms. She pulled away from him finding him quiet. She sniffles, looking at him and checking his face again.
"You are okay, right? You are not saying anything. Is everything alright?"
Now, that Moon was calmer and settled into her mother mode, she noticed his red, teary eyes and nose. It looked like he had been crying for long. His ears were red and he wasn't even wearing a jacket to keep out the cold.
"Why don't you have a jacket?" She pulled off her own, wrapping around him, as he sniffled. "Are you okay Kookie? You can tell me what's bothering you."
Jungkook stayed silent, eyes brimmed with tears as he tried to collect his thoughts. He was just so overwhelmed at Moon's sudden appearance that his head was practically empty as she smothered him.
What was he actually doing in this deserted park?
He had left home telling Namjoon that he had to meet up with his 'friends' so that he had some time to wallow in his worries. His original plan was to wallow for some time and return to the dance practice.
He must've lost track of time because it was darker now. He had spent the past few hours here, crying and shivering in cold but still not ready to go back home.
The future terrified him to be honest.
He was the main vocalist apparently and he can't sing all that well. He missed being home. He missed his family. He was afraid of his future, of falling short, of letting everyone down, of everything. He didn't have friends in here. He was too shy to actually speak to his team members. He felt so out of place in here that Jungkook didn't know how long he'd last in Seoul, in the idol world.
All those emotions had been too much for him and he had resorted to breaking down in this park away from prying eyes. He had forgotten his jacket, so he was cold. He had skipped lunch, so he was hungry.
He looked up at Moon, who was looking at him like he was an injured puppy, with so much care and love that Jungkook leapt into her arms, crying harder. Moon unlike he expected, wasn't all that startled at his actions.
Instead, she hugged him back, soothingly rubbing his back, petting his head and muttering assurances. She didn't know for sure, but she had an idea why Jungkook was so emotional. She let him cry into her shoulder, her heart breaking at the young boy's obvious breakdown. She might've cried a bit too, but she wasn't letting Jungkook know that.
Eventually, Jungkook calmed himself down letting her go. Moon let him go, cupping his face and wiping his tears as he sniffled.
"Are you okay?" She asked him, making the boy nod. "Wanna tell me what happened?"
He looked hesitant, but soon spoke up, tearing up as he revealed every detail of his fears and worries. Moon's heart only shattered more as she looked at how much these worries had damaged him. He was a young kid with so much hope and innocence that this industry would just ruin him.
"Kookie," She called him in a soft tone, cupping his face, "Do you trust me?" He nodded, "Then listen to me, okay? I'm not going to lie to you and tell you all this is going to be easy, because it's not. I can't promise you a cakewalk in this industry, but all I can promise to you is that we'll be here with you until the end. You are not alone in this. You have us. You will always have us. I'll always be here for you. We'll be here. You can always come to me. I'll be here for you, anytime anywhere for anything. Okay? Remember this." Moon petted his hair, running her fingers into his hair soothingly.
Moon wasn't all that great in talking and doing the whole communication thing but she hopes that she got through to Jungkook. She hoped that he knew, he was important and that he wasn't alone in this and that she'd be there for him. She understood where he was coming from and while she also felt the same towards herself, she knew she didn't want to be in this weird space all her life. She wanted to work hard and move forward to a better space in life.
She would work towards that.
"Okay," He nodded, smiling in what seemed like days. "I'll remember that."
"Good,-" Moon's next words were cut short when her phone rang loudly. It was the other boys. Moon rolled her eyes comically making Jungkook crack a wider smile.
"Did you find him? Is he okay? Should we file a complaint?"
"Found him," She smiled at the younger boy now looking at her, scared of the reaction of the boys. They sounded worried and Jungkook knew he really caused trouble.
"Jin and Yoongi meet us at the mart near our dorms. Let's end whatever you were doing at the company and have a meeting over dinner. There are things we need to talk about, right?" Moon asked in a measured tone, she knew she had lectured coming for her. She had just been so damn rude and had exploded on them even without any fault of theirs.
"We aren't at the company," Namjoon told her, "We were searching for Jungkook near our dorms. We'll meet you there."
Moon agreed, "Okay. I found Jungkook, he's fine. Just a little stressed, but he'll be fine." She said quietly, feeling sorry at having yelled at him earlier. He hummed and the call was done.
"Are-are they angry?" Jungkook asked.
Moon shook her head, "Worried is more like it. They were worried why their maknae didn't come." Jungkook's heart warmed at being referred as one of them, but he still wasn't convinced.
"They sound angry."
Moon laughed, "No, Kookie. They aren't angry. They are worries and tired. That's it. They will be waiting for us, now come on. Let's go. You've had a rough day. Let's get home, get you cleaned, warm and fed." She pulled him up when his stomach growled loudly.
Moon guffawed as the younger boy's face-tinged red.
"Aigoo, Kookie." She pinched his cheeks. "C'mon, I'll buy you hotteok for now. We can have dinner at home. On second thoughts, I'll buy you two." She grinned, grabbing his hands and leading him to the nearby hotteok stand.
Jungkook followed her, not complaining. Once the two had brought the pancakes, two for Jungkook who held one in his hand each. The two walked to the mart, arms linked.
There was an odd sort of comfort between as they walked. They felt more comfortable around each other. Not that they weren't before, but Jungkook was always quiet and stayed away from her, calling her 'Hyung' if he ever had to address her and spoke softly and respectfully.
This felt nice, like having a younger brother to dote on. She was happy that they were moving away from this professional relationship they had to becoming proper friends. They were nearing the mart, Jungkook stopped.
"Can I call you noona?" He asked, eyes wide and sparkling that Moon doesn't understand how he was all this cute. Like she has younger siblings, has seen a multitude of young kids but none of them come close to how cute this boy is really.
"What is this? Was two hotteoks all it took for you to finally acknowledge that I was a girl? I would've brought you five of those sooner if this was going to be the result." She told him. He laughed, pouting at her.
"Maybe, you should have bought me hotteoks earlier." He said, making Moon's eyes widen.
"That's my fault? Kid, you wouldn't look at me if I didn't call you like three times." She scoffed playfully, but smiled. "But yes, you can call me Noona. I've been calling you Kookie after all. Also, if you call me Noona, you are basically signing up for me to be your stand-in mother. Is that okay? I'll be really annoying and will be mothering you every second of your life from now on. Are you sure about that?"
"Yep, I would love that."
"Remember you said that!" Moon ruffled his hair. "But seriously, if I ever get annoying, tell me, okay?" He nodded.
"You have to tell me." She added again and Jungkook laughed louder.
"Okay, noona. I'll tell you."
"Good, my son." Moon tried and Jungkook made a face. Moon laughed, "Don't make a face at your mother, child. It's rude."
Jungkook rolled his eyes, but had to tease her back.
"Will you write me into your will, noona?"
—author's endnote | i hope you liked this, it’s a repost but there’s more coming soon once i have most of the masterlist posts updated. please let me know your thoughts on this! you can send in requests or asks or anything really, give feedback or your thoughts and just interact with me! it will make my day!
Run Beautiful, Yeah You Gotta Run - OFFICIAL TRAILER
Min SUGA Yoongi x Reader, Hunger Games AU
"Let them feel what we felt, when our children were slaughtered on live television."
After the second rebellion and her rise to power, President Coin announces the 77th, and last Hunger Games. Before a new era of peace between the districts and the capitol can begin, the roles must be reversed. Instead of district children, 24 students from the Capitol Academy will be reaped to participate. An Eye for an eye.
While the reaping commences, it becomes clear that the draw was rigged. Only the children of the most influential capitol citizens are being selected and called onto the stage in Heavensbee Hall. You're one of them, your parents own the hospital. But within the Academy's social hierarchy you might as well be dirt under everyone's sole, ever since you became the Dean's assistant and professional snitch. That put a target on your back in class already, and you can't imagine that to translate well into the Games either.
And by the way Min Yoongi was eyeing you, him and his friends would chew you up and spit you out first thing in the morning.
summary: in which you ask your best friend to give you a massage after a long day at work.
warnings: fluff, suggestive
a/n: this is my first of many bts reactions!
☆ my requests are open! lowercase intended.
seokjin
"i'll do anything," you pleaded.
you had just arrived at jin's apartment with your high heels in one hand and your bag in the other. it had been a long day of standing on your feet and you wanted nothing more than your feet massaged. jin, however, wasn't going to do it without something in return.
"anything you say?" jin raises his eyebrow with a smirk, opening a can of soda with a loud 'pop'.
you nod your head at him and take a seat on his couch, throwing your feet up on the pillow next to you. he follows your movements with his eyes, before he makes his way over to the couch and takes a seat. he places his soda down on one of the decorative coasters in front of him and turns his attention towards your feet laying on the pillow next to him.
"i'll think of something," jin whispers more to himself than you.
"as much as i want to know what vile task you will have me doing, my massage has yet to begin," you wiggle your feet teasingly in front of him.
"alright, alright," he sighs playfully before beginning to work his magic.
his soft hands against the rough soles of your feet cause you to let out a soft sound of pure contentment. you notice how the face of the man in front of you begins to turn a delicate shade of pink. perhaps the soft sound was a little louder than you thought.
── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──
yoongi
"can you massage my back?" you ask with a loud sigh.
you lay down on his bed and look over at where yoongi sits at his desk typing away. you wonder what he could possibly be working on at 11pm on a tuesday.
"you want me to what?" he stops typing for a moment and turns around in his chair to look at you.
"massage my back," you mumble into the soft pillow your head rests on.
yoongi seems to pause for a moment before standing up from his chair and making his way over to his bed. he takes a seat on the side of the bed and places his hands on your shoulders. you can feel the coldness of his hands through your thin top.
"like this?" he questions as his hands make their way down your back with gentle pressure, almost like he's scared you're going to break.
"perfect," you moan out.
his movements stop suddenly from the sound you made, but he continues once you turn your head back to look at him. you notice the way his eyes are wide and a soft blush is spread nicely across his cheeks. he seems to be enjoying this just as much as you.
── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──
hoseok
"hobi, can you massage my shoulders? i feel so stiff," you question, tossing another piece of popcorn in your mouth.
you were sat on your best friend's couch, watching a movie that you picked out. you had a long day of staring at a computer screen and wanted some sort of relief.
"of course i can," hoseok jumps up off the couch eagerly and makes his way behind you.
"i'll repay you somehow," you sigh as his palms begin to work at your shoulders.
"you don't have to," he smiles to himself and focuses on the way your head tilts back and your mouth opens at his movements.
he has to stop his imagination from running wild at the scene of you underneath him like this. his attention falls back onto the movie playing in front of him, but he can't help but bite his lip at the thought of something else happening instead.
── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──
namjoon
"do you need me to massage your feet?" namjoon questions when he sees you hobble your way into his apartment.
"that would be great actually," you sigh as you plop down onto his couch.
you had just got off of an 8 hour shift on your feet and you could not help but to take your best friend up on his offer. you swing your feet up into his lap and he begins to put pressure on your heels.
"you're doing so good," you sigh out.
namjoon's eyes widen at your words as his head begins to spin with the thoughts of you saying that in a different context. he makes his way up to the arches of your feet before going back down to your heels, hoping to get another reaction out of you.
"oh my god," you moan at the feeling of each of his fingers massaging their way into your soles.
he covers up his own moan with a small chuckle. hoping that you don't notice the way his face heats up or his hands begin to sweat. he should have asked to do this a long time ago.
── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──
jimin
"can you massage my back?" you ask your best friend with a smile.
you knew he had a weak spot for your smile and you used it to your advantage after a long day at work. you were laying next to jimin in his room, both watching a random movie that neither of you remember putting on.
"yeah, turn around for me," he sits up in his bed and turns his body towards you, waiting on you to turn around.
something about the words that innocently rolled off his tongue made your face flush. you quickly turned onto your stomach before he could see the way he had you in the palm of his hands. you felt his weight shift beside you before you felt him straddle your waist.
jimin began to move his hands up and down your back, applying pressure where you needed it the most. it took him a minute to realize the position you both were in and his movements halted.
"what's wrong?" you ask when you notice his hands stopped moving.
"n-nothing," he mumbled before continuing his movements.
he was suddenly hyperaware of his hips on top of you and tried his best to focus on anything else; however, it was hard to when your soft moans echoed off of his bedroom walls.
── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──
taehyung
"please," you beg to the man sat beside you.
you had just got to taehyung's apartment after a long shift at work and you wanted nothing more than to have his hands on your shoulders. you had been pleading for what seemed like hours but was really only 5 minutes.
"if i say yes, will you be quiet?" he sighs dramatically.
"yes, i promise," you can't help but smile as he moves to sit behind you.
"you owe me," he says under his breath.
he begins to dig his fingers into your shoulder blades as you let out a sigh. his hands work their way up to your neck then back down to your arms.
"thank you, tae," you moan out his name without meaning to, a harsh blush coating your cheeks.
his cheeks match your shade of red at the sound. suddenly, you don't owe him anything. he wants to do everything he can to hear that sound again.
── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──
jungkook
"i can massage them for you," jungkook taps your legs that drape over his lap.
"that would be amazing actually," you smile at him.
it had been a long day of walking from place to place and your legs needed a break. after spending the last 5 minutes complaining about how much they hurt, jungkook offered to massage them for you. his hands rough but gentle as he works his way up your calves.
you tilt your head back and focus on the way his big hands felt on your skin. the shorts you have on riding up ever so slightly as his hands make their way to your thighs.
"jungkook," you moan out his name.
his breath hitches in his throat at your moan. he can't help but bite his lip and continue his movements up your thighs. he has to stop himself when he reaches the him of your shorts before going back down to your calves. his breathing is uneven and labored but you don't seem to notice.
"is this okay?" he questions as he makes his way back up your legs.
✦ first instalment for bts! stream arirang <3
✦ warnings: lightly touched upon themes of danger and harassment, sexism, obsession, safety, physical protection, stalkers, pda, undressing (not sexual), group arguments,
✦ wc: 0.3k
protective! yoongi who exclusively walks by your side at airports, subtly blocking hands from the crowd that reach for you, always at the ready to shield you with his body if anyone slips past the wall of security guards.
protective! yoongi who nudges you further into the centre of the group during red carpet interviews, disliking how exposed you are when not bracketed by the height and muscle of the guys.
protective! yoongi who checks your hotel room after security does the routine sweep, just to be absolutely certain you won't have a nasty surprise of a sasaeng hiding in the closet or behind the curtains.
protective! yoongi who coolly answers on your behalf during interviews when questions have sexist or sexual undertones, challenging the interviewer with a lazy smirk.
protective! yoongi who rarely shows public affection, but when he does it's to guide you through busy crowds by the hand, or an arm snug around your waist to deter male idols and actors from approaching at afterparties.
protective! yoongi who lingers nearby during costume changes on tour, keeping an eye on wandering hands and eyes so that you're never unnecessarily vulnerable.
protective! yoongi who backs you up even when you're wrong if the whole group is against you during arguments, because the thought of all six guys against you makes his blood run cold.
protective! yoongi who never walks the stairs of a stage to collect an award or put on a performance without first offering you his hand, making sure your moment is never be outshined by a trip or fall.
protective! yoongi who never shows fear in your presence, always confident and ready no matter the situation. he does this so you never doubt that he's who you can turn to when it matters. to him, his calmness is more reassuring than any promise he could ever make to you.
pairings: seventeen x afab!reader ⎜ seungcheol x afab!reader ⎜ mingyu x afab!reader ⎜hoshi x afab!reader ⎜ seungkwan x afab!reader ⎜dokyeom x afab!reader ⎜wonwoo x afab!reader
genre: horror ⎜ghost hunting au ⎜streamer au ⎜
warnings: mentions of haunted locations ⎜not much...yet
synopsis: Dubbed one of the most haunted abandoned hospitals in the world, the site has remained sealed off from the public for decades, deemed far too dangerous to risk. Until now. Everything changes when a wildly popular ghost-hunting crew finally secures permits to spend a single night inside the most requested location their stream has ever seen… and quickly learns that some doors were never meant to be opened.
word count: 3k
authors note: this is the opening chapter to my new series! i hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you think!
(UNEDITED)
The office smells like burnt coffee that’s been reheated one too many times, there’s a faint bitterness in the air and the sound of your laptop overheating, the fan inside doing it’s best to make up for the overwork you've been putting it through. You’ve been sitting at the end of the long oval table, your headphones perched on your head, the laptop light the only one lighting the oversized room since early this morning wanting to get ahead on finalising your paperwork.
You’ve long since abandoned the permit papers and the satellite map you were looking at an hour ago, and instead are watching the fourth YouTube video of people trying to gain access to the largest, mouldiest, somehow still standing building you’ve ever seen. The bars on the windows, the large limestone bricks, the unidentified stains that everyone points out on arrival burning into your retina’s as you watch, with no luck, someone try to gain access to the building.
“There’s no signs of any doors.” The words ring in through your headphones, the video almost identical to the last one you watched. No access through windows, no doors and no way to get to the roof. “This place is un-enterable.” The two boys on your screen laugh before trekking back down the hill and away from the building. You sigh for the tenth time before clicking back over to the permits, the last fields only requiring, a name, contact details and an emergency contact for each member of your team, and once this is submitted, it’ll be offical, you and the team will be making your way to the most requested haunted hospital in the history of your channel.
A soft tap on your shoulder has your body jumping, the headphones slipping off the top of your head, and your neck twinging as you swing around to see who was there. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Wonwoo lets out a soft chuckle, his hands up in surrender as you slouch back into your chair letting out a shaky breath.
“I didn’t even hear you come in.” You groan, rubbing your hands across your face before straightening up and pushing out a chair with your foot. Wonwoo slowly takes a seat, his bag dropping heavily on the ground besides you as he scoots the roller chair closer to your side, his eyes taking in your screen.
“The permit? We got it?” He asks, his brows lifting in surprise as he moves his gaze over to you. You nod slowly, the approval from the council had come in a few hours ago.
“They said maybe us being there and showing there is nothing happening will dissuade more people from trying to gain access.” You explain, “But I’ve been watching the other videos of people trying to get in and can’t seem to figure out how to do it.”
“How to get in?” Wonwoo questions, confused by your confusion.
“Yeah, like no one can find a way in.” You start, switching your tabs to the satellite images, “There’s no door, except on the roof, the windows are barred and there’s no ladder to get to the roof to use that door.” You’re back to slouching in your chair as wonwoo motions softly to your computer.
“Do you mind?” He asks and you shake your head, motioning with your hand for him to help himself as your eyes drop down to the glinting metal in his bag. His eyes meet yours as he slides your laptop towards himself, a catlike grin growing on his face as he reaches down tugging the metal can out of his bag and sliding it over to you.
“Ah, my saviour.” You hum at the sight of the energy drink, your previous tasks forgotten as you crack open the tab, taking a long sip of the slightly acidic liquid. “Beautiful, it tastes beautiful.” You hum again, a snort escaping Wonwoo as he focusing on the screen.
Wonwoo leans forwards, his posture annoyingly perfect as he scans the images you’ve been looking at since early this morning. Up close like this, it’s easy to notice the little things about him, the crease above his eyebrows when he’s focused, the tight purse in his lips while he thinks, the way his eyes flick over to you every now and then, his lips curling up at the corners before focusing back on the screen, his finger gently gliding over the trackpad like he’s taking in every option.
He zooms in slowly on the roof access point, the only visible one before leaning back in his chair, his posture mirroring yours, his shoulder pressing against yours. The grainy image stares back at the two of you, the office still cloaked in darkness, all the lights remaining off as you both think.
Well one of you thinks.
You take another sip of your drink before adjusting in your chair, your head finding it’s spot on his shoulder as your cradle the can like your only life line, Wonwoo’s hand finds your thigh, giving one soft squeeze before releasing it and reaching out to adjust the image again, his body tensing for a moment as a thought hits him, relaxing quickly after remembering you are using him as a resting place.
“This building is like super old right?” He says quickly, and you nod, trying to fight off the way your eyes just want to close, the warmth of his body oh so cozy right now.
“Yeah it was built in like eighteen something.”
“So it’s old enough to possibly have been connected to the service tunnels?” Your eyes widen for a moment, how the hell didn’t you think of that. After a few visits to “haunted” locations around Korea, you and the team had quickly realised that anything built before the 1900’s was bound to have service tunnels, easy ways for supplies to come in and out of old buildings.
“You are actually a genius, you know that.” You, reluctantly, pull away from him, dragging your computer back over to yourself as you open your emails, finding the thread with the council before quickly typing, requesting access to the service tunnels that are connected to the building, “They might be sealed but it’s our best shot.” You say before sending off the email with a whoosh from your computer.
“Think they’ll answer before the end of the day?” Wonwoo asks softly, and you shrug.
“Hopefully. Otherwise we’re going to look like idiots tomorrow standing outside a building we have no way to get into.” You respond, watching as Wonwoo’s smile grows a little.
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” His laugh is soft as he watches the screen with you, the anticipation of a reply to your email buzzing under both your skins. “What time did you get here this morning by the way? You should’ve told me, I would’ve come with you.” Wonwoo mumbles, his head tilted to the side a little, his glasses sliding down his nose.
Your fingers reach up and gently push them back up before dropping back to your side. “Around five but I didn’t want to wake you.”
Wonwoo frowns a little, “You didn’t walk here did you? It’s too risky that early in the morn—” Wonwoo is interrupted before he can finish, the door to the office slamming open, a hand reaching in and flicking on the florescent lights, the two of your squinting and you let out a long groan, covering your face.
“It’s so dark in here, what are you two doing? A seance?” Seungkwan’s voice echos off walls like he was destined to be an opera singer, his expression far too bubbly this early in the morning. He has an oversized cup of ice cold coffee, his bag dropping heavily on the table as Wonwoo shoots you a look before rolling a little bit away from you, pulling his own computer out of his bag and setting it on the table.
Behind Seungkwan, Dokyeom shuffles into the room his eyes squinting as the light hits him. “Why on earth would you have the lights on so early, are you insane?” His question is directed at you, your eyes bugging as you sputter to respond.
“You know our researcher is a little bit insane.” Seungkwan confirms, not sparing his breath to correct that he was the one who in fact turned on the lights. Your eyes shoot over to Wonwoo for help but he’s making himself look busy his hand covering his mouth as he lets out a small chuckle.
“You are all awful.” You hiss, taking another long gulp of your energy drink, glaring directly at Seungkwan as he slides into his seat at the table.
Mingyu is next to enter the room, his arms overloaded with hard cases, large, small, all sizes that he drops onto the table. “Do you think 28 cameras is enough? How many rooms are in this place anyway?” He grins at you, treading happily across the room, his hands gripping the back of Wonwoo’s chair before wrenching it away from the table. You watch as Wonwoo is placed as far away from you as Mingyu can manage before the oversized puppy drags his own chair to sit besides you, a folded piece of paper dropping on the table in the space between you.
“I did some mapping,” He starts, showing you all the little red x’s on the page, “I think we need more cameras.” He finishes, if the team went by Mingyu’s planning you would need at least forty nine cameras to catch every single spot.
“Well good luck asking Cheol for those extra cameras.” You say, knowing it would be a big fat ‘No’ from the producer and Mingyu would in fact have to re-map his angles.
“I was actually thinking,”
“That’s dangerous.” Wonwoo cuts in, Mingyu shooting him a glare before continuing.
“I was thinking that you could ask him.” Mingyu’s eyes are bright, hopeful, as they bore into your own as your mouth falls open.
“Me? What do you think me asking would change?”
“Oh come on, we all know he has a soft spot for you, if you ask he might actually consider it.” Mingyu pleads, his hands coming up to clasp together in a beg. “Imagine the shots we could get with this many cameras, we wouldn’t miss anything. Please, I will literally get on the floor and beg if you want.” Though the image in your head of the six foot two man begging like a child would be very entertaining and definitely fit well in your blackmail file, your shake your head slowly.
“I’ll ask but I don’t think he’ll agree.”
“You’re our best shot.” Mingyu says happily before looking down at his plans again, his body almost vibrating with excitement. Mingyu is already half-lost in his own head by the time the chatter amps up again, tracing lines on his map with the end of his red marker like he’s solving a cold case instead of planning his camera placement, his knew bouncing under the table in rapid, excited bursts.
Hoshi comes in next, a silent, gloomy mass, definitely hungover as he slips into a chair at the edge of the table, his sunglasses covering his eyes as he drops his head onto his arms, the world already zoned out as he — from what you assume — falls asleep in about two minutes flat.
You take another small sip of your drink, looking over the group in mild amusement as Wonwoo fiddles with the mic packs he pulls from his bag. They’re new, longer lasting, more sensitive to audio, something he had been begging Seungcheol for, for weeks.
Before you can even think of how to phrase your request for the extra cameras, the office door opens again, slowly, purposefully as Seungcheol steps into the room, his iPad tucked under his arm, his fingers typing quickly on his phone as he slips into the chair opposite you at the other end of the table.
The energy in the room shifts a little, Dokyeom and Seungkwan finally quieting down, Wonwoo and Mingyu stopping their tampering, the only person who is oblivious is Hoshi, whose head remains tucked in his arms, his breaths deep and steady. Seungcheol shoots him a look before deciding it’s not worth the trouble, leaving the man to nap.
Seungcheol’s eyes sweep the table in one efficient pass; your laptop open in front of you, whirring loudly, Mingyu’s map sprawled over the table covered in aggressive red X’s, Wonwoo’s neat line of mic packs, his head nodding slowly before he unlocks his iPad looking through the meeting agenda he sent out two days ago.
“Good Morning everyone.” He says as he clears his throat, his words less like a greeting and more like a confirmation of the time of day.
“Not the words I would use.” Dokyeom pouts into his steaming cup of coffee, the producer ignoring him as he turns his gaze up to you.
“How are our permits coming along?” He asks softly.
“Submitted and approved, just need to send some final details off.” You say quickly, thinking for a second before adding “I’ve just sent an email requesting access to the service tunnels as well.” Seungcheol’s brows lift slowly, his head tilting a little in confusion.
“Service tunnels?”
Before you can answer Wonwoo’s speaks up, his voice calm and matter-of-fact, “The building is old enough that it should have service tunnels, there’s no visible ground-level entries so this is our best shot.” Seungcheol regards him for a moment before turning back to you.
“Good thinking.” He flicks through his iPad again before glancing around the table, leaning his elbows on the surface as he nods at Mingyu, “Alright, plans, updates, tell me what you’ve got.” Mingyu sits up straighter, sliding the map towards Seungcheol sheepishly.
“We will have our usual hand held on me, with two spares for each team to take if we split up,” Seungcheol nods at Mingyu to continue, “I was thinking if we place a GoPro at key activity points, the entrances, stairwells I was thinking at least one for every second room, I think we can manage full cove—”
“We don’t have the supplies for that.” Seungcheol cuts him off quickly, flatly.
“I know but if you look at my plans all we would need is a few more—”
“I can see your plans and it isn’t viable.” Seungcheol cuts in again, Mingyu visibly deflating at the rejection. Seungkwan snorts as he sips his drink, Wonwoo doesn’t look smug but you can definitely see the corner of his mouth twitch.
You look down at Mingyu’s map again. Forty Nine cameras is ridiculous but he has a point with his placement ideas, this is one of the largest places this team will be exploring we need all the angles we can get if you really want to entertain the audience.
“Mingyu’s right.” You start carefully, your voice steady but quiet. Seungcheol turns his attention to you, patient, observing. “Forty Nine is too many,” you say giving Mingyu a pointed look before continuing,” but we’re relying on service tunnels to get in and frankly this place is twice the size we’re used to, if we want a good show we need to up our angles, catch as much as we can, a few more fixed GoPros at the key locations would help stop us from getting stuck in blind spots.” You says, pointing to each of Mingyu’s X’s.
Mingyu’s eyes go comically wide, like he didn’t really expect you to help, and Seungcheol studies you for half a second, his eyebrows pinched as he thinks. “Think about it, Cheol, we have 28 so far if we can bump it up to 35 or even forty we’d be playing in a different ballpark.” Seungcheol seems to relax a little as you address him directly, his head starting to nod a little.
“If you’ve looked at the plans and think we need them, we can make space in the budget.” The words are clean and final, agreement that surprises everyone. Then Mingyu turns to you slowly, and the looks he gives you is a pure, unhidden ‘told you so’ his lips pressed together in a smug, barely contained grin.
“Stop looking at me,” you hiss at him, hitting his shoulder before adding “you’re welcome.” Mingyu doesn’t stop looking at you, if anything his smile widens as he drags his map back to him, replanning for 35 cameras.
“Audio?” Seungcheol turns his gaze to Wonwoo.
“Ready and accounted for, I was testing the new mic’s the other day, they pick up everything so try not to whisper under your breath too much.” He says looking over at the sleeping man who definitely didn’t hear him before giving Seungcheol a sharp nod.
“Okay, We’ll finalise the script tonight and send it out to everyone, I want everyone back here tomorrow at ten for departure, make sure batteries are charged and paperwork is ready to go.” Seungcheol says, the lot of you murmuring in agreement as a high pitched ding sounds from your laptop.
Re:Request Service Tunnel Access - Songrim Mental Hospital
The email starts to open as everyone watches, waiting expectantly, Wonwoo straightening as he tucks the mics back into his pack. Your heart jumps in your throat as it loads, the internet having miserable timing as you scan quickly through the reply.
“Well?” Seungcheol asks.
“They’ve approved access through the tunnels, a maintenance worker will meet us there.” Silence falls over the group for a moment before Seungkwan lets out a triumphant whoop.
“Then it’s offical.” Seungcheol nods once, “Tomorrow we enter the world’s highly requested Songrim Mental Hospital” He doesn’t waste time slipping out of the room after the confirmation, Dokyeom and Seungkwan going back to their excited chattering, Wonwoo catching your gaze from his spot, giving you a nod so subtle it barely looks like he moved his head.
Your pulse is pounding in your ears, your heart squeezing in your chest, the unease settling deep in the pit of your stomach, somewhere out there, a sealed, silent building waits for your team.
pairing: soccer player!ex seungcheol x fem!singer reader
featuring: woozi, joshua, jeonghan, jihyo (twice)
genre: angst!
warnings: portrayal of toxic relationship, mentions of drinking and cheating, cursing, flashbacks (?), reader is known by the stagename 'lyn' for the sake of the lore, flashbacks are indented and italicized, lmk if i missed any!
summary: Something about the cherry aesthetic and uneasiness in his stomach told Seungcheol that whatever you meant to share with your newest album release, might be about him.
a/n: i've been working on this 3.6k baby for so long it almost feels like a true story lmao. this is my longest (and most elaborate) post to date, so i'm really excited about it and would really, really appreciate some feedback on it <3 feel free to check out the playlist below, and please enjoy ;D
With less than a week left of his holiday time-off, Seungcheol had one last appointment to attend. Although he wasn’t the ‘go-to’ friend when it came to music, he didn't mind being Joshua’s plus one this time. He’d just have to be there, take some pictures and make sure his friend didn’t embarrass himself being the biggest fanboy to ever exist.
“We’re five minutes away from one of the biggest accomplishments of my career. Have I mentioned it?”
“Five times before we even left my neighborhood. I stopped counting after that.”
The fake annoyance in Seungcheol’s tone lasted seconds, before being replaced by a proud grin. Joshua has been working hard to make a name for himself and stand out as a journalist, and despite having worked with great names before, nothing compared to the honor of witnessing his favorite artist’s rise to fame — and being the one to unexpectedly make it happen.
As they entered the cozy space, a very familiar face greeted both in big banners and merchandise. Joshua had his eyes on every corner and decoration, admiring the atmosphere and trying his best not to blink, as if it would all disappear. Seungcheol, however, wished he would. He couldn’t escape it. He couldn’t escape you. And what was supposed to be a chill event with free drinks and time off the field, unfortunately turned into his own personal purgatory.
“Sometimes I feel like I personally dragged her out of the trenches and pushed for her stardom, you know? All because people finally realized I have taste” Joshua commented, a smug grin plastered on his face while recording the press kit for his Instagram.
Despite the heartwarming moment hitting the man by his side, Seungcheol could only nod out of habit, no longer paying any mind to all that happened around them. He considered leaving the show altogether, but then Joshua would have to go home by himself, after such an event of all days. Or maybe he could fetch an Uber and leave the car for his friend, but that felt like a douche move anyways. So he just sat still, sighing in quiet acceptance, and pretending he wasn’t even there.
Well, that worked for three whole minutes, before he eventually heard your voice, and his head moved towards the spotlight like an old habit. “Good evening, everyone!” you beamed, introducing yourself briefly, and Seungcheol couldn’t look away. “Thank you so much for joining us today for the showcase of my latest mini-album ‘Cherry Blossom’. I’m very proud of this one and I can’t wait for you to listen.”
It’d been so long since he heard your voice, since he saw you so genuinely happy and radiant, it felt like a whiplash. He missed that. Missed being the reason for your smile, missed seeing you excitedly cheering him on, watching him score goals left and right. He missed you, realization hit, but he had no right to anymore. Not when he was the very reason behind you leaving — or being pushed away.
“What are you doing here? Someone could see you”
This was not the way you expected to be greeted by your boyfriend. Sure, you were not really supposed to be in the team’s locker room, but you made sure it was empty, just needing a few minutes to greet him before the biggest game of the season.
“Save the lecture, pretty boy. I just came to wish you good luck before the game, in case they steal you from me after you kill it out there”.
Your smile was big and proud, as it had always been. Seungcheol was so passionate about playing soccer, and a natural at it too, it was only a matter of time before he became a big name, you could bet on it.
“Well, now you just jinxed it” he gave you an uncomfortable smile, moving towards his locker but looking for nothing in particular “I will see you as soon as I can, though, don’t worry”.
You had your suspicions, but hummed in agreement anyways. “A good luck kiss then?” you stepped closer, but he backed away.
“Save it for when we actually win, dolly.”
And they did. But there was no time for you, or your kiss, in Seungcheol’s post-game schedule. A team-only celebratory party, a meeting the next morning and Sunday lunch with his parents. So you waited, like you always did.
By the time Seungcheol’s attention went back to the interview, you were already mid-answer.
“This album covers a very specific phase of my life, before I was even famous, actually. It’s about the time my first real relationship ended. I had devoted myself to it for four years, so it really messed me up once it was over.”
Joshua let out a short ‘damn’. You continued.
“I went through that grieving phase, you know? But with time, patience and an amazing support system, I started to heal. I think I’m finally ready to open that wound again, because there was a time I felt like garbage, but I’m lucky to have had people beside me to prove that wrong”.
Suddenly the floor felt too wobbly to stand on, the lights too bright, the room too crowded, uncomfortable. Stuck in the audience with an invisible seatbelt, Seungcheol shivered with the thoughts running in his mind, your voice becoming a background noise. The songs he was about to hear, from the album you were about to release after a year in silence, were all about him. About how he managed to mess up one of the few good things going on in his life, how he hurt you without a second thought, without any consequences. And no amount of time could fix what he’d done.
It was time to finally sing one of the songs you had prepared to introduce before the official release. After grabbing the guitar effortlessly — the same one you had during college, Seungcheol noted —, your fingers started dancing through the chords. The first verse hit him like a truck, carrying memories he didn’t know were still inside.
‘Don’t swear on your mom, that it’s the first drink that you’ve had in like a month’
As you approached his dorm building, Seungcheol stirred awake. Some strands of hair moving randomly thanks to the chilly night breeze.
“What happened? Where am I?” his eyes were swollen and glassy, face flushed, and voice raspy at the lack of use.
“Home now. You passed out at Jihoon’s place”
“Oh… So you’ve met him” you simply nodded, despite having worked on a project with Jihoon before. One that you eagerly told Seungcheol about, but that he seemed to have forgotten. Weirdly enough, he never really introduced you to his musician friend, a senior from your major, that all professors sang praises for.
“How long have you been drinking?” your question caught him by surprise, and you could see the gears starting to warm up in his brain. “Don’t bother denying it, your breath stinks”.
“It was just this time, I swe-” you cut him up with a slightly disappointed tone.
“I thought we had an agreement, Cheol. I promised you I'd give you more space, more room to breathe because I know it gets stressful, but you promised me to stop drinking in return. So what’s this about?”
“I'm so sorry, I promise you it was just this time. He had some friends over, I was having fun and let my guard down. It's not gonna happen again, please believe me.” he looked at you, puffy eyes and lips begging for forgiveness. And as frustrating as it was, you sighed, giving him one more chance. Because he promised, right?
But the groceries would always include a few beers and wine, only for the convenience of friends whenever they came over — despite that never really happening. Then, the team practices were lasting suspiciously longer, but he always assured you the pink flush and glassy eyes were from exhaustion, and nothing else. And when eventually you had to pick him up again, months later, he promised you: This time, it will be different.
The sound of your voice wavering brought him back to the present. Seungcheol looked around, trying to check what could possibly have caused the disturbance so early into the first song. Your hands slowed on the guitar, though still hitting the chords, and no one seemed to be in shock or rushing for a solution.
His eyes found yours, and he realized you were already looking at him. A small pool of tears had formed in your face, but you refused to let them fall, putting on a sad smile instead. He heard clear as day as you sang — for the audience, to him.
“You don’t have to lie to girls. If they like you they’ll just lie to themselves, like you they’ll just lie to themselves”.
Seungcheol felt sick.
Excusing himself with a light tap on Joshua’s shoulder, he looked for the nearest corner — or bathroom, ideally — where he could hide. He took off his mask once inside the stall, deep breaths in a futile attempt to stop his uneasiness. Merely closing his eyes did not help, he could still see your face engraved in his mind — eyes glossed, a small crease on the forehead, almost pleading; just like the last time he talked to you.
Your face was red and humid, a mix of tears and sweat. You had locked both of you inside the bedroom, in the small apartment off-campus you shared with a roommate, as the girl banged on the door to be let inside. He had just told you the truth, finally, after being caught cheating by one of his friends.
“Did you… Did she mean anything to-”
“No” he cut you off, “it was a one time thing”.
He didn’t bother making any promises this time. You just nodded.
“Can I ask you why?” your voice barely made any sound, especially through all the commotion in the corridor. But he didn’t have an answer anyway.
“That’s enough. Let’s go, Seungcheol”. That was Jihoon, and that was an order.
The door opened, and Seungcheol noticed his friend wasn’t alone. There was a guy, taller and also strong, that he wasn’t familiar with. And there was also Jihyo, your roommate and best friend, being held back like a possessed being by said guy.
“No, please” you held onto his arm, Jihoon doing the same on the other side. “Just… Just please tell me. Do you still… feel anything? For me?”
He couldn’t bear lying to you. Not anymore. Not with his friend, your friend, watching. He owed you that much dignity, if anything.
“Get his fuckass out of here right now before I kill him, I’m being serious right now”
Jihoon pulled harder before Jihyo could actually act on any of her threats, and Seungcheol felt your hands slip from his arm. You looked at him and only him, waiting, pleading, for any type of response.
“Cheol? Please?”
But it never came.
Seungcheol came back from the bathroom once the song was over, it was time for some more interviewing, he noted, and that was much easier to ignore. Joshua didn’t bother checking on him, opting to post something on Instagram, and he decided to get something to drink in order to distract his mind from you.
“Thought my eyes were deceiving me, but it really is you”
A voice approaching caught his attention, so Seungcheol looked up from his drink.
“Jihoon. Wow… It’s been a while”
The younger man in front of him, one he once considered a dear friend, made no effort to entertain the small talk. “What are you doing here?”
“A friend brought me along as his plus one,” he confessed quietly “I didn’t really know who the artist was until it was too late.”
“I bet you’re having quite the fun, then.”
They both sipped on their glasses in silence. Jihoon had his eyes glued to the stage despite the distance, never once sparing a glance to the man by his side. You were getting ready for another song, and upon realizing that Seungcheol lowered his head.
“I didn’t know you two were that close” he commented, seeing that the pen name WOOZI was quite a present one in your discography, as a producer, composer and lyricist.
“Not that it’s any of your business anyways, but yeah” Jihoon agreed. Both of them keeping their voices low so as to not draw any unwanted attention. “We grew closer after my scumbag of a friend decided to cheat on her with the daughter of a big team coach.”
“I did not know who she was!” Seungcheol hissed defensively, the implied accusation making him uncomfortable. “That night meant nothing”.
“And I believe you. But somehow that’s worse, you know?” Jihoon scoffed, cocking his head to the side. “Because it means you jeopardized a relationship with someone who loved and supported you in exchange for nothing” he patted the oldest on the back, slowly turning towards the sitting area. “Good job, dumbass”.
Good job, dumbass.
That’s something he had heard before. From Jihoon himself, from your friend Jihyo, even from his most trusted friend, Jeonghan.
“What do you mean he has a girlfriend? Since when?” Jeonghan straightened up on the bed, eyebrows knitting together as he looked towards his roommate sitting awkwardly by the bed. “Dude, what the fuck?”
“He had a girlfriend,” Jihoon chimed in, emphasizing the past tense “for four years, actually. But there is no way he will keep this up after today”.
Jihoon had barged into the dorm room with a tipsy Seungcheol by the wrist, after witnessing him clearly cheating on the girlfriend he refused to acknowledge in public.
“And you knew that? How come I never heard of—”
Seungcheol interrupted his friend, impatient. “Can you both shut the fuck up? Let me think, okay?”
His hands ran up and down his face, stopping on both sides of his head.
“I can still fix this” he declared, standing up with newfound desperation. “It’s not gonna happen again, I can come clean and tell her I fucked up, but it won’t happen again”.
“Like hell you can” Jihoon pushed him back in the other direction, with so much strength that even Jeonghan was hit. “You were literally making out with a total stranger in front of the entire soccer team, when your very real and maybe not so current girlfriend has never even met your closest friends. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
The silence that followed was deafening. Such a sudden burst of rage was unusual coming from someone as level-headed as Jihoon. He had his moments, sure, but he rarely let it take over. He never got physical. Not until now.
“Are you not ashamed of yourself?” he continued, voice still rising despite his attempts to cool down “She followed you to your dream university, to support your future career, to support you. And you never even once had the decency to introduce her to us. I don’t even know how you managed to pull this off, honestly”
“I was a TA at one of her subjects last semester. Do you even care about her accomplishments? Did you know the project we worked on was so good, the professors considered allowing her to skip the semester?” Seungcheol did not know that. In fact, he never really asked much about your studies, now that he thinks about it.
He looked anywhere and everywhere, trying to avoid the pairs of eyes burning into his skin. Jeonghan shifted uncomfortably by his side, and Jihoon stood with his hands on his hips, a bit farther in the room after pacing around mid-rant.
“Her roommate has begged her to break up with you. Twice” he emphasized. “Because everyone around her can see how toxic this shit is, how you take her for granted without a single thought. How right now, you think it’s okay to just admit to cheating, look her in the eyes and still ask for another chance.”
“Not to break the moment but how’d you even know all this? Is she just telling you stuff?” Jeonghan interrupted carefully, not trying to be another victim of a pissed off Lee Jihoon.
“One doesn’t need to be a genius to piece things together, but she did tell me some things as well” he answered briefly, turning his attention back to Seungcheol. “Because her friends are fed up, and the only other person she could confide in is apparently too busy kissing other people to be a decent boyfriend.”
Jeonghan raised his eyebrows, taken aback with all the bits of information coming his way. As much as he tried to be neutral, or at least give his friend a chance to explain himself before coming to a conclusion, there wasn’t much to be said in his favor. Seungcheol’s own lack of response said enough.
“If you’re still a portion of the man you claim to be, you’ll have the balls to do what is right”.
Jihoon grabbed his things and left. Where to? One could only guess. Jeonghan stood up, feeling the need for some fresh air after so much tension. Before leaving, he pat Seungcheol once on his back. A bit stronger than usual.
“Good job, dumbass”.
It took some time, but once the showcase finally ended, Joshua was the first to stand up. Clapping eagerly and nudging his friend to do the same.
“Come on, dude. You look like you went through five divorces and two heartbreaks, back to back.”
“Guess you could say I was affected”.
Seungcheol wanted nothing more than to get out of there. Enjoy the rest of his day doing anything else, and hopefully forget about all the thinking he’d done. He wasted no time making his way towards the exit, but Joshua grabbed his jacket before he could flee completely.
“Wait up, I think she’s coming to greet me”
“Man, seriously?” Seungcheol groaned “Look, I’ll wait for you in the car, okay? Take your ti—”
“The one and only Joshua Hong!” you called him out excitedly, unconsciously interrupting the previous dialogue “Thank you so much for taking the time. I’m so glad you could make it”
Seungcheol once again lowered his head, tuning out of the conversation and trying to become as invisible as possible. He did not expect to be so close to you, not any more than what he already was by watching you from the audience. He didn’t know what to do with himself, what to think, if he should stay or just run off.
“Of course! You even brought a friend, I see” your comment caught his attention.
You were finally addressing him. In person, face to face, looking straight through his soul. He turned to you slowly, almost as if scared of your reaction, letting go of a breath he didn’t even notice to be holding.
“Oh yeah, that’s…” you cut Joshua off.
“Choi Seungcheol, I’m familiar.” The name sounded foreign coming from you, even though it was his own. “What did you think?”
Your smile took him off guard, and so did the question. What did he think? Where could he start?
“Oh.. umm, yeah, it was quite personal. You’re very talented.” he stammered, avoiding your gaze for any longer than a second.
Joshua watched the interaction with curious eyes, still standing between the two of you, but slowly fading into a background character in the scene unfolding.
“Well, thank you. Is there any question you’d like to ask? You seem to be deep in thought”.
Seungcheol finally looked you in the eyes. His mind racing miles per second with every possible thing he could mention. He wanted to tell you he’d changed, that he did fall out of love at one point, but it was in no way your fault. That he’d regretted every single lie and heartbreak he put you through, that he was sorry — gosh, he was so sorry. There was so much wrong to be fixed, how could he ever make it up to you? Did that even matter anymore?
“Did you ever forgive… him? I mean, the person from your song?” the question came out almost as a whisper.
You thought for a brief moment, still looking him in the eyes, and for the first time in so long you actually felt sincerity.
“Do you think I should forgive someone who never apologized? Does he even regret anything?” you shrugged, defeated.
“I’m sure he does now” he declared, too certain, almost too eager. “And assuming he would apologize, could you forgive him?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you smirked, slightly hitting Joshua on the arm to ease the tension a bit “Be careful with this one, he might steal your job”.
Joshua agreed with a trained smile, suddenly too aware of how odd this entire interaction was.
“Yeah, guess you could say he really was affected”.
“You see, this lingering feeling, this uncertainty about forgiveness, the ‘Do you, or do you not?’ type of dilemma is exactly what I felt when he broke up with me”. You continued your explanation, dismissing the earlier comment entirely.
“I never got a proper closure, I never got an apology either, but I had to live with that and move on. So I think it’s only fair that I do the same now”.
Seungcheol nodded in quiet agreement, still deep in thought.
He would have to live with the weight of the guilt, the helplessness and knowledge that he ruined something good, and that despite his own growth and change, the past could not be fixed — or at the very least, apologized for.
could i get an iced latte with an ube cream puff :3 like bsf!bts reactions to when u have another boy bsf and they’re jealous? tysm
A/N: OMG thank you for humoring me and placing an order hehe! Also, thank you for celebrating me reaching 1k!
Warnings: mdni 18+, this is my version of my ot7! I write these people like characters - I don't know them fr, fluff
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Namjoon - Namjoon takes it quietly. His mind is racing as he flicks his eyes from you, you're pointing at some guy pictured on your phone, and the photo. He doesn't like that, not at all. His eyebrows knit in concentration, zoning in on the guy, wondering where he's been that you allowed yourself another best friend. He sighs and decides he's going to have to change your mind. Only he gets that attention, that title.
Jin - Jin's head whips so fast to look at you, because he must have misheard. Why did you just introduce him to this boy and say it was your best friend? His eyebrow raises, his lips curving into a frown. He doesn't hesitate to step slightly in front of you, blocking you from the guy in front of him. He sticks his hand out to the guy, a fake grin plastered on his pretty face. "Hey, I'm Jin. Her actual best friend."
Yoongi - Yoongi scoffs a laugh, his lips tilting up in a condescending smirk as he looks at the guy up and down. "Don't joke like that," his voice is soft but deep, his dark eyes looking over at you with a dangerous glimmer. He folds his arms across his chest, ignoring the man, to lean closer to you. His face is close, making your heart leap to your throat. Yoongi's eyes flicker between yours, "I'm your best friend."
Hoseok - Hoseok's smile tightens, the brightness in his eyes dulling a little as he looks from you to the guy next to you. Best friend? That's his title. He huffs a laugh, raising an eyebrow at you, a teasing grin on his face. "You're just throwing that title to anyone, huh?"
Jimin - Jimin looks at the guy's hand that reaches for his in a handshake before looking back at you. "What?" His eyes squint in confusion because he's pretty sure you just said this guy was your best friend??? That's Jimin's label? "I'm pretty sure I am your best friend, last time I checked." He's not letting you off the hook, waiting for your response with a raised eyebrow.
Taehyung - Taehyung is instantly triggered. Excuse you? His face scrunches into a frown. Looking at you like you've grown three heads. He doesn't know why it's bothering him. You've introduced friends before; they were girls, but still. He pursed his lips, not agreeing with your opinion when you pointed at some guy across the party. His fingers twitch to pull you closer, instantly not liking the guy and glaring.
Jungkook - Jungkook is upset. You dare tell him some random guy is your best friend? You tell him it's some childhood friend back from school - but Jungkook doesn't carrreeeee. He grabs you, hugging you close to him, giving the guy a mad side-eye. He goes as far as to tell the guy that he's your emergency contact, that's how best friend he is. What a dork.
