Out of curiosity, do your mutuals write fics as well? I know most fics are mainly about Suga and Jk but they aren't bias so it's been hard to find material to read ;(
OHOHHOOHO I WAS BORN TO ANSWER THIS QUESTION. i am an absolute STAN for my author moots so you came to the right place!!!!!! pls check out these lovely babes below, i HIGHLY recommend their stuff!!!!! (and moots please feel free to reply with more recs, most of y'all know i am trash at reading broadly so i'm sure there are amazing ppl i am missing entirely 😂)
I love to read: @insfiringyou @hisunshiine @yoongsisbae @xjoonchildx @miscelunaaa @hesperantha @parkdatjimin @ohshutupjimin @purplewhalewrites @littlemessyjessi @kookingtae @dntaewithluv @euphoriyoongi @bangtanintotheroom @borathae @namjooniesyoogni @raggaraddy @vyduan
Actually there’s sooooooo many and some good advice I received: when you search fics try taking off “top posts” and choose “latest posts” and there are some true gems I’ve found that way from blogs that may not otherwise get a lot of exposure bc Tumblr is rotten sometimes!
I was looking at your masterlist and just wanted to say “Her Private Life” is one of my favorite shows of all time. I know your story is still unreleased and all, but I’ve literally never met another human who seems to know this show exists and it’s so, so good! I saved your m.list so I can read some after work, I’ve got my eye on “Under the Same Moon” 😊 I’ve been craving Tae stories lately. Anyway, take care♥️ ps - I love how you call each members list their “bookshelf” 💜🫰
HER PRIVATE LIFE IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES AHH. and I've been a bit inactive lately because of school, but this made me feel happy hehe. I'm glad you have an eye out on my things it makes me so happy that you're interested :) and thank you!! I really liked my bookshelf idea and I'm finally starting to get back into my writing groove hehe. Thank you for the love and I hope you enjoy my work!!
I just hope here from your ateez profile and lemme tell you that the Taehyung fic you wrote, kiss me, is really amazing, the whole enemies to lovers thing? I loved ittttt
And the way he was kinda vulnerable? Man, my heart 🥺
instructions ; take this quiz ! what type of beauty do you have?
sexiness.
WELL, HELLO... you're alluring, appealing, and magnetic both physically and intangibly. you leave a strong impression on others, who find it hard to forget you, even if they don't understand why.
you're mischievous, imp-like, and game for any good game. people think you're the coolest, even if you move faster than they can keep up with at times.
tagged by: @introlxv probably hundred years ago by now, sorry boo
tagging: (if you want) @galaxtea-writes; @pinkcherrybombs; @moon-write; @alpacaparkaseok;
Thanks so much for the tag, Sierra darling @galaxtea-writes 💗
charm
you're just so good at understanding people. you're not manipulative—you're someone who strives to put others at ease, and uses your understanding of others to do so. you're a great listener, make others feel seen, and remain confident throughout. people admire it.
Oh my, that’s… kind of true I think. At least I hope it is, I certainly try ❤️
Tagging (no pressure!): @jimeanour @parkdatjimin @park-jimin-isnt-real @itsallabouthedetails @kookieswan @kookiecrumb
Thank you for the tag Lilo ❤️ @still-with-koo We match!!!
Charm
you're just so good at understanding people. you're not manipulative—you're someone who strives to put others at ease, and uses your understanding of others to do so. you're a great listener, make others feel seen, and remain confident throughout. people admire it.
I’d like to think I give others the ear they need…
Tagging @parkdatjimin @kookiecrumb @the-wretched-and-joyful @jookiemonie @naviwings @strawbelly-booty and anyone else that wants to ❤️❤️❤️
thanks for the tag anya! I loved doing this <33333
charm.
you're just so good at understanding people. you're not manipulative—you're someone who strives to put others at ease, and uses your understanding of others to do so. you're a great listener, make others feel seen, and remain confident throughout. people admire it.
tagging @mazhaiyil-kaadhal @mysticalgalaxysstuff and anyone else who wants to do this! open tags!
thanks for the tag you really are charming <3 @bluecrusadearcade
artistry.
you're sensitive, appreciate tenderness and loveliness, and can tend to be humble. you point out the beauty of the world to others, and this makes you beautiful, also.
Tagging:
@miss-bibbles @kashslayy @brekkers-desigirl and anyone who wants to
you're distant, hard to read, and represent what is unknown and unspoken to others. people seek to understand you—or at the very least, be near you, so they can come away having glimpsed something otherworldly.
there's something otherworldly about you. as though you're above it all. and yet you're probably not aware of it. you're graceful, distant, and always leave a strong impression on others.
you’re just so good at understanding people. you’re not manipulative— you’re someone who strives to put others at ease, and uses your understanding of others to do so. you’re a great listener, make others feel seen, and remain confident throughout. people admire it.
your discern, discretion, and carefulness leave people in awe. you have a lot of integrity, and strive for something unattainable, and you can be hard to read. people want you to have a good opinion of them.
Subtlety huh? Never thought that one thing could be my trait 😹
Pairing ⇢ idol!jungkook x makeup artist! Reader x yoongi
Summary ⇢ to get closer to your dream of becoming an idol, you take a job to be a makeup artist for the one and only k-pop group BTS. One day you have a run-in with jungkook, and your world begins to shift.
Summary ⇢ You’re a pediatric oncology nurse, and you’re treating an old flame’s son. He’s very sick, and of course it’s the holidays, and you’ll do anything to make sure both of them will be okay—anything including colorful decorations and kisses you just can’t seem to get enough of.
Genre ⇢ ex boyfriend au, single dad au, hospital au, smut, a lot of angst, fluff, Christmas au
Tags ⇢ hospital, sex, rekindling old flame, loss, new love from old love, moving on, nurse au, Christmas in the hospital, more sex, kissing, teasing, sadness, time skips, emotional, tear-jerker, cancer, daddy Yoongi, soft love, broken heart, soft consensual sex
A/N ⇢ I am no doctor or nurse, so I apologize if things are medically incorrect. This is a work of fiction and is not by any means real. Also, I tried to edit it but I’m dumb sometimes so beware stupid mistakes. Thank you!
Soundtrack ⇢ Epiphany by Taylor Swift + this playlist
They say the pain of losing a child is the hardest thing someone could possibly go through. That once bright, toothless smile now a memory behind someone’s eyes.
The memory of the first word they spoke, or the first tooth they lost. The possibility of what they would grow up to accomplish, or what they would become—it disappeared like a fleeting shadow. The thought, or image, of your child becoming something great and the memories of their firsts only led to an end. A heart-wrenching end you had to bear as if the child was your own.
Soraaaaaaaa. My heart!!! Oh my goodness. This was written so beautifully. As someone who has lost someone to leukemia, it was written perfectly. The emotions, the behavior, everything. You really poured yourself into this piece and it’s evident. The ending was lovely as well.
@serenity-reads thank you so much for your words, I’m glad I can write something like this for everyone to enjoy, especially when it’s a sensitive topic. I really appreciate you reading this and thank you for noticing my efforts 🥰 :)
🍓Summary ⇢ You’re an internationally-praised idol and Hoseok is your biggest fan who runs a fan page. You follow it secretly and find out all the dirty things he wants to do to you, and also might’ve uncovered pieces of your forgotten past. With all of the dirty things, there were also the sweet feelings you never knew someone could hold for you.
Your surroundings slowly faded into view as you blinked away your slumber, reaching up to rub the sleep from your eyes.
The scenery was different than your usual high-end bedroom. It was dark, but you could’ve sworn it was the morning. A heavy presence left its weight on your lap, and you looked down to see a pile of black wavy hair that belonged to a very attractive man.
🍓Summary ⇢ You’re an internationally-praised idol and Hoseok is your biggest fan who runs a fan page. You follow it secretly and find out all the dirty things he wants to do to you, and also might’ve uncovered pieces of your forgotten past. With all of the dirty things, there were also the sweet feelings you never knew someone could hold for you.
Your surroundings slowly faded into view as you blinked away your slumber, reaching up to rub the sleep from your eyes.
The scenery was different than your usual high-end bedroom. It was dark, but you could've sworn it was the morning. A heavy presence left its weight on your lap, and you looked down to see a pile of black wavy hair that belonged to a very attractive man.
You could vividly remember what happened last night, and you felt ashamed for even bringing him to a private room in the first place.
Before you tossed yourself off the couch, you glanced down at the part of his lips and the profile view of his face. You knew he was attractive when you were drunk, but you never expected to be looking at him while you were sober. His fragile features sparked a flame within you, but your fear of temptation burned it out.
You shook the thoughts out of your mind and softly held his head while you slid out from underneath him. You held the back of his head to softly set him back down onto the couch so he wouldn't wake up, and straightened your baggy clothes while you searched for your mask. It was as if you had to walk to walk of shame out of the room, and with one last look over your shoulder to the beautiful man, you turned on your heels and left the room, making sure the door shut quietly.
You made your escape as you ran down the hall in your beat up converse that the public would have a field day about, and as the bright daylight hit your eyes, you shriveled up like a vampire. You nearly hissed as the brightness burned your eyes, but you tossed your hood up and made a b-line to your apartment complex that was luckily a block away.
As you sprinted up the stairwell, finally reaching the top and out of breath, you see a tall man stranding in front of your door, banging on it in the warm natural light. You knew who it was, and it made you want to turn back around. You didn't have a choice though as he heard your footsteps and turned towards you.
"Y/n! Don't you fucking turn your back on me." Sungho hissed at you as you faced away from him, taking long strides towards you. You flinched as his hands met your shoulders and pulled you towards your door. "Unlock it."
"Don't be like this out here." Or don't be like that at all, you didn't have your courage to tell that to him. Maybe at some point, but it was all washed away.
He laughed like some sort of evil villain and tightened his grip on your shoulders. "Just open the damn door." He spit those words at you through clenched teeth, smiling like nothing was wrong.
You fumbled your keys as you clicked the door open, and he shoved you into the room and slammed the door behind him.
Not letting a single second go to waste, he pinned you up against the door that separated you from the world you wished to live in. "Why were you at a club? And why did you leave a private room?" His fingers scrapped through the fabric of your sweatshirt as if it was nothing. "I know you were with a man, don't you dare fucking lie to me."
If you were your old self, you would've punched him in the face at this point. Although it seemed like a good idea, you knew that if you did that, he'd hurt you worse. You wondered how in earth someone so awful was able to be loved so much more than you were.
You held back your tears of anger and regret while you numbed out the harsh words he continued to scream at you. You looked behind him to stare out of your floor to ceiling windows, watching the sunlight peek through your beige curtains. It was such a beautiful day, and here you were spending it with a man who has the audacity to ruin it.
Just as quick as the peacefulness came, it ended without warning as he slammed his fist against the wooden door. "Look at me when I'm speaking, you bitch!" He growled, and you jumped at the loud sound. You were for certain that your neighbors heard you fighting all the time, but they never once did anything or supported you through rumors of you being the bad guy. You've never once yelled at this man, never once spoke harshly of him. The most you've ever done was looking uninterested while you were with him or not holding his hand, which people believed that it was your fault.
You were sick of it. Yet, what choice did you have? You were already mentally ill without Sungho, you didn't remember what life was like without him being such a heavy presence.
"I said that you're not allowed to step out in public without me from now on." He sighed, but his eyes were still red with anger. "We need to clean this up. Go put a sexy outfit on."
You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him, but not meeting his eyes. "Why? What if I don't want to wear something uncomfortable?"
"I don't really care what you think, baby." He looked into your emotion-filled eyes for a second and then let go of your shoulders quickly. "Just go put on something, whatever."
He walked away from you, and as he walked away, you stared sharp daggers into his back. You were so tempted to take your shoe off and throw it right at his head, and you looked down at his disrespect as he moved through your home with his shoes on.
You scoffed and turned down your hall and shut the door of your room behind you.
Still no tears, but boy did they want to fall. You wondered when you would cry, would you be able to stop? There was so much pain built up behind your window to your soul, you didn't know how to process it all. It's been a while since you knew your true emotions, and how could you trust yourself with your decision making?
You slowly slid down and you hit the floor, pulling your knees up to your chest. You winced in anger as you held in your emotions, and you allowed yourself a moment to dwell on them. Fuck him for taking advantage of you. Fuck him for everything he's done for you. You were going to break up with him at some point, but you had to muster the courage to even think of how to go about it.
You quickly grasped whatever strength you had and rummaged through your closet to toss on a simple oversized tee, and then you tossed on skimpy shorts underneath. The shirt was already large enough to look like a dress and it didn't stick to your body, so you felt more comfortable. You grabbed a pair of expensive sneakers you'd never wear unless you were supposed to, and then you avoided the mirror at all costs.
You walked back into the living room where Sungho sat on the couch with his feet up on your coffee table. His dark hair reminded you of another boy you couldn't stop thinking about, and you rapidly shook the thoughts of him out of your head. You didn't even have to say anything to get his attention, he quickly stood up and gripped your hand as hard as he could, and you swore you heard your bones crack as you winced.
"Stop, that didn't hurt." He rolled his eyes and bent down to kiss your cheek, which you stiffened at the intimate contact. "You're just a baby."
Silence again. You found out it was the best way to combat his gaslighting. There was so much wrong with your relationship, and you were sure you were blind to half of it just to feel something. You might've devoted your time to this man, but your heart wasn't devoted to someone who raised their hand at you.
You took a step towards the door but didn't get too far as he tightened his grip even more. "Sungho stop, that hurts." You hissed in pain, your eyes meeting his for a split second. You tried to pull away from him, but you saw the devious smile on his face as his grip impossibly tightened even more. You cried out in pain, and you couldn't hold back your words. "Fucking stop!" You cried out and he dropped your hand.
You felt like an ant next to this man. He had such a heavy presence—a negative presence—and it made you feel so small. Especially with the way he would look at you, as if you weren't anything other than a pretty face. If you were even that.
"I'm so sick of you treating me like a fucking rag doll." You stuttered, but you still had more to say. "You can't just toss me around like I can't break."
He smirked as you took a step away from him. "What? Are you gonna cry? Huh?" He shoved you and you stumbled back. "What? Are you gonna go complain to your shitty fans about how bad I am?" Another push. "I don't think so, you cunt." Another push, and this time it was harder. You fell back into the door, hitting the back of your head off the door handle.
You crashed to the ground, your already injured head banging against the hardwood as well as your throbbing hand. Your vision blurred and you shut your eyes at the contact, unsure about where you were. You felt the coldness of his hands wrap around your neck, and the next moment you watched the darkness fill the bright sunlight.
What you saw next was a flood of images you didn't quite understand. Those eyes. Those same eyes. The smile of a mother you never remembered. The sparkling of the sunlight hitting your brother's hair. The feeling of a loving touch, a comforting hug.
Ice cream on a cold day, hot coffee in the summer. Pinky promises and loving kisses.
Then a loud crash. Shattered glass, broken bones. Cries of pain, blood and tears. You saw those same eyes of the boy you believed was your brother. His wide-eyed gaze as if it was his first life. You watched the life fade out of your mother's eyes and you limp hand of your father. The tears dripping down the young boy you vividly remembered smiling. Loud sirens, ringing ears. You couldn't move, you didn't dare to. The only thing you felt was the soft touch of your brother's hand and his cries. He cried out your name as he held onto your hand, and you called out his.
"Kookie."
You gasped for air as you woke up in the same spot you were knocked out at. You blinked as your vision cleared, you you were face to face with the man who did this to you. It was the least of your worries right now, you had new memories of a life you didn't remember living. You were certain your birth mother and father were dead, but your brother could still be out there.
You sat up too quick and the ringing in your ears returned just like how it was in your memory.
You stumbled as you stood, you had to get him to leave. "Please leave." You whispered as you stood your ground. "Please. I'm begging you."
He looked like he felt sorry for you for a second. You knew it was fake, but you'll do anything for him to leave so you could have your peace.
Against your better judgement, you leaned up to kiss the lips of someone who could kill you. "I'll call you later?" You shook as he stepped closer to you. "So can you just leave?"
Surprisingly he nodded and stepped around you to slam the door as he left. As the heavy presence of suffering left, it left you with trying to remember your past memory.
Kookie. That couldn't be his real name, it must be a nickname you gave him. You ran to your room as fast as you could and grabbed your phone, tumbling onto your bed with a wince. You were certain there was something broken in your hand, and you'll deal with that later.
You were certain that the tattooed boy you saw at the club with the attractive boy you wished to sleep with was your brother, but you weren't sure if you were ready to claim to be his long-lost sister. It sounded a bit too ridiculous for it to be true.
You searched every platform possible. Just as you were about to give up, you realized that the person you followed the night before posted something about his friend "jungkookie". You didn't care if you looked desperate, you wished to always have a family your entire life. If you could find this boy, maybe there was hope for happiness.
You messaged him.
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Hoseok didn't know what to think when he woke up in a private room in a club, but he couldn't refrain from posting about it all over the place.
When he got to his job as a dance teacher for children, he caught himself thinking about the girl he met last night. You looked so much like the girl of his dreams; he wasn't even sure if you were real. After his class was over, he ran to his phone check his notifications.
Plenty of likes, retweets, and comments on his posts, but a message caught his attention. It was the user who followed him the night before, and he read out the message to himself. "Hi, I know this is random. Who is your friend jungkookie? I'm trying to find someone."
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, wondering why the hell you were looking for his best friend. He had a persona to keep up, but it seemed as though you were desperate. He messaged you back with friendliness.
When he told you about how his best friend's name is jungkook, he smiled a bit as you excitedly texted back with hearts. He had no idea what you looked like, but your way of texting was cute. He gave you jungkook's twitter username and wished you good luck, but a part of him wanted to keep talking to you.
The dance room emptied as the kinds left, and he found himself sliding down the mirrored walls to sit on the floor as he texted you.
He got a message from jungkook asking him to come to his dance studio, and he immediately answered him with a "yes."
He's been to the company many times, and not once has he ran into you. He was a heavy believer in fate, and if he was going to meet you, it couldn't be forced.
He texted you a goodbye and a good luck with a four-leaf clover emoticon and smiled as he left his studio.
—
You found yourself smiling as you talked to the person who stood up for you. He seemed sweet, and you couldn't stop yourself from talking to him even after getting what you wanted.
After the conversation ended, you sent a Hail Mary message to the boy named Jungkook. His profile was exactly the man you met at the practice room and at the club, and you weren't sure how you felt. Was this fate? Did you spend years of your life missing a piece of you, only for it to be in front of you like this?
After you sent the message, you made your way back to the studio to release some anger.
You danced your heart out, the pain in your hand slowly being forgotten. You should really get it checked out, but you dreaded entering hospitals. You weren't sure why, but for some reason they set you on edge. Was it possibly your past?
You didn't know. And it didn't matter right now. You also didn't get a response from Jungkook and you sighed as your hand began to ache.
You took a break and paused the music, sitting on the ground as you caught your breath, but then you heard the door open from behind you.
You moved your gaze to the man who walked in. He sported mustard-yellow pants and an oversized tee, with matching sneakers and a smile. He was the same guy from the club. The same person who you nearly kissed, and the same person you let take your mask off. You shared such an intimate moment with this man, you weren't sure if it was even real.
As he noticed you in the middle of the dancing room half-naked, he moved his gaze to the floor. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll go in another room."
You were sure he didn't recognize you. Either that or he just didn't know you. "Wait, I'll leave. You can have this room." You said and tried to push yourself off the ground with your hands. A sharp pain shot up through your arm and you cried out in pain, causing him to turn his attention straight to you.
"Are you okay?" He rushed to your side, taking a look at your tattooed hand involuntary. At that moment you realized he recognized you as the idol you where, but he kept his mouth shut and your eyes met his. He kept his hands to himself as you cradled your hand in pain. "Oh no." He whispered.
You knew there was something wrong with it. It was bruised and swollen, and you couldn't feel your fingertips. You also had a splitting headache in the back of your head. You were just too scared to go to the hospital, and also you knew they were going to be able to know the cause of it. The way this boy looked into your eyes felt like you knew him forever, as if he'd do anything for you. Keeping his hands away from your vulnerability, he looked towards the door and then at you. "I'm no doctor, but your hand looks destroyed." He said softly and you nodded in agreement, wincing at the pain. Still no tears, though.
"I know..." you trailed off softly, and he looked at you with so much care. You weren't used to it. His dark eyes lit up the room, and his worried features made you feel important. Someone truly cared for you?
"Can you stand? There's nothing wrong with your legs, right?" He anxiously glanced down at your exposed legs and then shyly looked away, coughing. "I mean, shouldn't you go to the doctor?"
"I can't." You whispered quietly, and he raised a conceded eyebrow. "I just can't."
He sat down next you you slowly, respecting your personal space. "Is it because of who you are?" He softly said, turning his head towards you. "It'll be okay, but you can't leave that untreated..." he trailed off as he noticed a deep, dark bruise on the side of your shoulder. You didn't notice it yet, which is why you didn't cover it up earlier. You noticed his intense gaze at you and you peered over into his stunning eyes.
"How did it happen?" He asked you gently, not prying for an answer. He made you feel safe, and you barely knew him. You knew there was a reason you were attracted to this man.
You sighed, keeping your tears behind your eyes. "I fell." Is all you said, and you knew it wasn't believable. But he still nodded in understanding and then stood up, holding a hand out to you.
"Okay. Well let's get you checked out." You looked at his dainty hand that looked twice the size of yours, indecisive about taking it. This was the same man who called you beautiful. The same man who didn't touch you when he could've easily. The same man who could've called you out for lying about how you got injured. You were certain he knew the truth. If he was a true fan of yours, he would've known how abusive your boyfriend was. But you didn't know anything about the desirable man standing in front of you. Could you trust him?
Just as you reached to grab his hand, another man stepped into the room just as you felt safe enough to share physical touch. You retracted your hand the minute the door shut, but once you realized who entered the room, you couldn't control your emotions.
"Jungkook." You hummed out, causing the man you remember being named Hoseok to move his sight to the tattooed boy.
He smiled when he noticed it was you, but as soon as he saw the pain on your face and the concern on Hoseok's, he rushed to your side like he also knew you forever. "What happened?" He asked you, touching your shoulders. You winced as you remembered the way Sungho gripped them and jungkook let go as quickly as he touched.
He moved his gaze to the hand you were cradling, seeing the dark bruises and the swelling. "Y/n, your hand.."
"I'm okay." You said, but even you couldn't believe it.
Jungkook's eyes softened as he met yours, and he smiled kindly. "Can I see it?" He asked softly, holding his hands out so you could voluntarily give him your hand.
You hesitated as you looked from Hoseok to jungkook. Then with all the strength you could gather, you placed your hand in his.
He didn't hurt you. He didn't move it. He just looked at it deeply. From the way that it looked, you knew that he noticed it didn't happen right at this second. He looked at you with concern and then slowly set your hand down onto your thigh. "You should get it checked out."
"That's what I said." Hoseok murmured with a frown. "She said she can't."
Jungkook's eyes met yours. "Why's that?"
You didn't know what to say. You just shook your head timidly and felt like an ant again, lost in the fear of your boyfriend. "I just can't."
"Then how about if we get you in secretly?" Jungkook asked you quietly, and you knew that if you didn't get checked out, there would be complications.
You raised an eyebrow. "Secretly?"
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"It's good you came here, it looks like your second and fifth metacarpals are fractured, as well as your proximal phalange joint is dislocated." The doctor told you in a private room of the closest hospital you were able to get to.
Jungkook and Hoseok sat on the chairs next to the bed, both super concerned. You wondered why, it's not like they knew you personally. Although there was a high chance that jungkook could be your Kookie.
"You'll have to be referred to an orthopedic surgeon just to see if you need any reconstruction." He stated as he looked at your chart. "How did you hurt it again?"
You gulped anxiously. Your eyes met jungkook's, and you couldn't tell what he was thinking. You said your lie again. "I fell." You quietly stated, and the doctor raised an eyebrow and looked towards the two nervous boys.
"Can you guys step out for a moment?" He asked them and they hesitated before making their way out. You noticed Hoseok turn to look at you before nodding, and he grabbed jungkook's sleeve to pull him out of the room.
As the door shut behind him, the friendly faced doctor fixated his gaze on you. "If you are comfortable, please tell me the truth. I know you didn't fall to break it, it's not that type of fracture." He sighed, looking back towards the door. "Did one of them do it?"
You aggressively shoot your head no, causing the doctor sigh in relief. "Was it your boyfriend?"
You were sure a bunch of your fans already assumed your situation, and maybe this doctor was one of them. With the way his eyes softly bore into yours, you wanted to tell him the truth. You couldn't speak out and tell him, so what you did was a lot easier than that.
You nodded.
The doctor looked shocked for a moment, he must know who your boyfriend is. He looked up at your arms and noticed intense bruising, but he gained his composure and gave you a concerned face. "Can you please tell me how this injury happened, just in case there's another part of you that's injured?"
You hesitated. This was a safe place for you to speak about it, Sungho was nowhere in sight. You nodded and began to form your words, although you had a splitting headache. "He always has a problem with something, but he grabbed my hand really tight to comply with what he wanted me to do, and then he pushed me into the door and I—" you stopped, realizing that you might have another injury. "And then I hit my head off of the door handle and fell to the ground."
He blinked as you spoke, in disbelief that Sungho would do that. But he nodded and took a look at your head. "Did you experience any loss of consciousness?" He began to write words down on his board he had in his hands.
You nodded. "Yes, but I don't think it was long though."
He sighed. "I'm sorry, but we'll have to do a concussion evaluation." He looked into your eyes and back to the door—where the two boys were waiting for you. "Would you like them to come in, or?"
"They can come in." You nodded. You believed one of them was your brother, and the other one you were infatuated with so who cares. Although the minute they walked in, you saw the concern dripping off both their faces as if they knew you forever.
"Are you okay?" Jungkook rushed up to you with a worried gaze, while Hoseok walked a bit slow to approach you.
You nodded as the doctor left the room, probably to grab something. The door shut and you furrowed your eyebrows at the two boys. "Forgive me, but why are you both so worried about me?" You sniffed, your vision spinning from the bright florescent lighting.
Hoseok noticed your discomfort and reached to turn off the lights. You were going to argue with him to turn them back on, but it felt so much better.
As they both neared the side of the bed, you saw your eyes in jungkook's. If he was your long lost brother, that was some shit luck right there. It seemed like he knew you were his sister and has for a while, and you wondered why he didn't just come up to you before. It could be your famous status, but he stood here now in your time of need as well as Hoseok, where Sungho was nowhere in sight like always.
The boys looked at each other and shrugged. But Hoseok was the one who spoke this time. "You just look like you need someone to be concerned for you." He smiled at you, his eyes bleeding into your soul. His irises lit up with care and his lips were turned up in a shy smile. That was the first time someone has looked at you like that, and not lustfully or a angrily.
"Ah." You nodded, and looked back and forth between the boys who were still standing on either side of the hospital bed. "Well, thank you for helping me. But you can leave if you want—"
"No." Jungkook said sharply, surprising both you and Hoseok. "Um, I mean, how else would you get home safe without people knowing?"
Fair point. You sighed, and sat up more in the bed to get a good look at them. "Okay. You can stay then." You sighed, your head pounding as you thought about how you'd get out of here. "But what's your plan? How am I gonna be able to leave here with no one recognizing me?"
Silence ran through the room, but you couldn't help but notice the look Hoseok was giving you. His gaze was tender and his lips were slightly parted, as if he couldn't fathom that you were in front of him like this. Did he remember last night? Did he remember the way he gently slid your mask off? Just as you wished to ask him about it, the doctor came back in with a smile. "I'm back, I'll be administering the concussion test now."
The boys looked at each other with concern. "Wha—concussion? How on earth—" Jungkook cut himself off as his concern got the best of him
"Is she okay?" Hoseok mumbled with worry, his dark eyes spanning from yours to the doctors.
When the doctor furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at you, he pointed towards the boys. "Do you want them to leave?" He asked you, but you didn't want to be alone. So to your surprise, you shook your head, allowing the boys to stay.
They now stood together on the opposite side of where the doctor was, and jungkook lifted his hand up to bite his nail as he watched the doctor shine a light in your eyes.
"This is very important, you've had a previous traumatic injury to your head as a child." The doctor spoke as the light caused a sharp pain behind your eyes. "You came to this same hospital, I treated you and your brother."
At those words, you looked up at the doctor with confusion. "What? I've had a head injury before?" You asked him, now all of your memories slowly falling into place. But you weren't the only one in shock.
"She has a brother?" Jungkook rushed up to the doctor, distracting him from completing your concussion exam. "How long ago was the crash? Who was with her?"
The doctor scratched his head, looking overwhelmed. "I never said anything about a crash..." he trailed off, and you furrowed your eyebrows at the worry of jungkook's actions. Was he your real brother? If so, what took so long? Why didn't he approach you sooner?
"I..." Jungkook's eyes frantically searched yours, to which you offered a confused glance. He walked back over to Hoseok with a starstruck look.
"When was the crash?" You asked the doctor, who could easily pull up your chart from the computer next to him. "I can't seem to remember it happening."
The doctor hesitated as he looked at Jungkook, but then nodded and walked over to his computer. "Give me one second to bring up your chart. Date of birth?"
"September first, nineteen ninety-seven." You spoke, while jungkook gasped and gripped Hoseok's sleeve. Hoseok now widened his eyes as he looked at you with shock.
"How didn't I put that together?" Jungkook muttered as the doctor typed away on his computer, his eyes going back and forth from Hoseok and you. "I can't believe it."
You stared at him. "Believe what?" You frowned, but you knew where this was going. You just had to hold back your feelings just in case this would go south.
The tattooed boy neared your bed. "We have the same birthday." He scoffed. "The same nose. The same eyes." He ran a hand through his hair while you looked at him, and you glanced back to his friend to see him just as shocked as you. "I've been looking for you, and you were hidden in plain sight, y/n." He laughed, his eyes lighting up as he noticed your smile.
"So, my memories were real?" You asked yourself and looked over at the doctor. "We were in a crash together? Is that why I can't remember it?" You frantically asked and tried to sit up, but your hand began to hurt, and your head started pounding. "Ah."
"I'll have to put a cast on your hand, by the way." The doctor spoke out words you figured he was going to say, so you didn't really care as much as you should. You were too concerned with the boy in front of you. The boy who was your brother. "Ah, here. The accident happened in two-thousand six. You were nine, your brother was also nine. You received a traumatic head injury that resulted into memory loss, and you were hospitalized for a while. I can't go in depth with your brother since HIPPA laws—"
"Tell me his name, could you?" You asked him, just dying to hear the name Jungkook. With one glance and a sigh towards the tattooed boy, the doctor nodded.
"His name is Jeon Jungkook." He spoke, a slight nod towards the boy. "Age twenty-four. Born September first as well. He's your twin."
"Holy shit." Hoseok couldn't keep it in anymore and glanced at you. "Holy fuck, your sister is y/n?" He brought his gaze to Jungkook with a playful scoff.
Jungkook was just looking at you with the widest smile. You were a bit delirious because of your injuries, but it was enough for you to realize what was unfolding. After years of you being lost in a flood of memories, drowning in unknown faces and words—you were here now, face to face with the boy you could now call your brother.
Now what?
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After another hour of being at the hospital, you now knew you had a broken hand, a concussion—
And a brother.
And that brother was now escorting you out of the hospital through the back exit, which Hoseok following in tow. You were given medicine to soothe your pain, but it made you a bit loopy. After they popped your joint back in, you couldn't see straight with the pain and the meds. So Jungkook and Hoseok held onto you on both of your sides as you reached the nighttime air.
"Hyung, I'm gonna need a favor." You heard Jungkook ask, although you were barely aware of where you were. You felt Jungkook's grip loosen on your arm as you slowed your pace and came to a stop.
Hoseok nodded. "Yeah, what's the favor?" He asked, and his grip tightened on you as you nearly stumbled into him.
Jungkook pulled out his phone from his pocket and sighed. "I have curfew, could you take her home?" He asked and stepped away. "I'll be fucked If I'm caught."
Hoseok laughed a bit but wrapped his arm around your shoulder gently to hold you to him. "Damn, you're how old and you still have a curfew?"
You pressed your head into the crook of Hoseok's neck and wrapped your arm around his body. You felt him stiffen under your touch, but you were way too high to notice his nervous expression.
Jungkook sighed as he looked at you, but then took a few steps backwards to leave. "Just make sure she's home safe, alright hyung?" he asked.
Hoseok had no idea where you lived. He stared at Jungkook with his mouth slightly ajar, unable to grasp what just happened in general. first off, his best friend's sister was one of the most famous idols in the country. You just so happen to be his biggest crush, and now he was here holding onto you as if he knew you forever--other than watching you on a screen. It was all so hard to take in, but know he knew he wasn't going to let you find out his secret--that he runs a fan account for you.
as he watched Jungkook walk away, he sighed and looked down to you. Your hair was a mess, and you had a bit of drool pooling at the corner of your mouth, but yet you somehow were still the most attractive person he's ever laid eyes on. with a small smile, he asked you a question that would determine the end of the night. "So... where do you live? I don't think standing out here all night is very comfortable." he chuckled a bit and you felt the rumble of his speech as you were so close to him.
"I am comfy. You're comfy." You giggled and snuggled up to him even more, and his breath got caught in his throat. "You seem awfully familiar..." You trailed off and lifted your head up to look at him, but it was too heavy to hold up, so he held it up for you. You felt his fingertips flow through your hair, and you shivered at his touch. "You're the guy I wanted to sleep with at the club. I had so many dirty thoughts about you." You giggled even more and squirmed in his embrace, to which he steadied you softly. Again, you felt the butterflies in your stomach and the way he looked that night. Maybe it was whatever substance you were under, but you wanted to jump his bones right here and now.
Hoseok's eyes widened for a moment; his mouth open in shock. "Huh? that was you?" He questioned as if he didn't believe it. "I just thought it was someone else that was as beautiful as you."
You smirked up at him, and he still held your head up for you tenderly. "You think I'm beautiful?" you smiled as you saw his flustered expression, and it was as if this whole fiasco didn't happen. As if your boyfriend didn't beat you to the point of breaking your bones. that you aren't just a toy for the industry. That you aren't just superficial.
Hoseok smiled at that, his timidness completely gone now. "Well, yes. I think you're very beautiful, y/n."
You somehow felt human while standing next to this boy. All your insecurities vanished at this moment. Your heart felt fuzzy, and your stomach was filled with butterflies. His tender gaze into your eyes felt like an eternity, and you forgot that you were a public figure. Right now, you were just a girl who just wanted to be happy. a normal, ordinary girl.
"So, do you know where you live, or am I going to have to take you to mine?"
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“You can use this break, you know. It will be a surprise for him.”
You think a bit and sigh.
“Stop thinking so much! I can hear your thoughts way up till here!”
“Aaah, fine. I’ll come.”
“Awesome. I have sent your tickets with Hani; she’ll be arriving soon.”
“Why do you trouble your sister so much,”you whine, making him laugh, “that poor girl.”
“What are sisters for?”he says, laughing, aiming you roll your eyes at him. You hear the ring of the doorbell.
“I guess it’s her,”he says, making you scowl. You walk towards the door. Opening, you find Haneul, San’s sister smiling widely at you.
“Yep, it’s her.”
“Is it that idiot?”Haneul jokes, making you giggle. You put the phone on speaker, hearing San whine gibberishly, smiling you both laugh.
“Hey loser, I need to catch up with my bestie, bye!”Hani says, pressing the end button. You laugh at her and hug her.
“How have you been?”she asks, making you smile in the crook of her neck.
“I’m alright, I guess,”you mumble, her rubbing your back. She breaks the hug, and opens her purse, taking out two tickets. She hands you one, and keeps the other in the bag.
“This is yours,”she says, smiling at you, “now, be a doll and get me the wine Woo Young and you got.”
You laugh at her and get up from the couch, stretching a bit.
“He planned this already, didn’t he?”you ask, eyebrows raised.
“Of course he did,”Hani laughs, making you shake your head at San, “all the tickets sold out so quick. He bought two for us already.”
“Work has been so hectic Hani, I can’t explain. But again, I can at least see Woo.”
“Yeah, your pretty boy has been whining to San everyday about how you can’t come,”she says, sitting on the couch, making you chuckle. You go in the kitchen, bringing two glasses and a bottle of Chateau Lafite that you and Woo brought for you when y’all went to Paris for a break. You seat it on the coffee table, pouring one glass for her, one for you.
“Please tell me there are clothes in that bag too,”you say, looking at her.
“Bitch, I’m not gonna wake up and drive to your place in the cold lol,”she says, both bursting into laughter.
“Can’t wait for tomorrow, man,”she says, picking her phone to order a pizza, “Pepperoni?”
“Yep,”you reply, making her hum, “I can’t wait either.”
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“Lip balm?”
“Yeah.”
“Tampons?”
“Yeah.”
“Lightiny?”
“Yep.”
“Water bottles?”
“Yeah-4,”you say, holding up four fingers, making her send a thumbs up in your direction. You grab your house key, taking a final check at the appliances. Hani takes a look at your outfit making you shy away. You decided to wear Woo Young’s grey sweatshirt that he loved a lot, and a black hoodie with ‘26 WY’ printed behind it, which he custom made for you, with black cargos and sport shoes. Your hair was up in a messy bun, loose hair framing your face, with your bangs falling right above your eyes, your lips covered with a black mask.
“How the fuck do you manage to look gorgeous even with half the face covered?”
“I look gorgeous BECAUSE half of my face is covered,”you quip, making both of you laugh.
“Bitch no; you are pretty.”
“Thanks, Hani,”you say, squeezing her arm, “you don’t look bad yourself”, you say, as you take in her apparel. She wore the new merch, with ‘THUNDER’ printed behind and a smiley face holding a lightning in its hand with a smile, denim jacket over it, with washed blue jeans and white converse, and a black mask, and hair open in waves.
“Lessgo!” she screams, making you scrunch your nose because of how loud and excited she was.
The entire time, y’all were jamming to all the songs in their album, non-stop. Your favourite being Fireworks, and hers is being Star 1117.
As soon as you reached the venue, she parked the car and you both braced yourself for the event. Hani felt you stiffen as soon as she stepped out and saw you. She walked towards you and felt you relax, smiling at her. After checking in, you see the venue slowly filling up, your nervousness arising. San sent you both the VIP seat areas ticket, close to the stage. You hear a few girls talking animatedly about how they were excited to see their bias up close. Hani and you smile a each other, the venue slowly filling up.
“They’ve come so far,”Hani whispers, as the stage slowly lights up, the music videos slowly coming to a halt, revealing the members. You see your boyfriend on the stage looking ethereal, Atiny behind and around you cheering loudly. Your eyes lock with Hong Joong, who nudges San next to him. He grins widely and then looks around to all the Atinies to not arouse suspicion. They begin with Wonderland, with Hwa holding the sword, with Jong hitting the high note. They owned the stage, with the fans singing along, waving the Lightinies. Haneul and you lose your cool once ‘The Real’ starts,jamming to all the songs ever since. You remembered how your boyfriend taught you a few steps of few of their songs, later slow dancing to a few. You smiled, remembering those, and there he was, singing one of your favourite songs “Still Here”. The song started with the members scattered around the stage, Yun Ho, San and Jong Ho harmonising. Woo Young sat on the stage, exactly where you sat. While they were singing, he looked at the fans with adoration, till his eyes fell on you.
“𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺
𝘈𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬,”
His eyes widened with disbelief, shock and excitement.
You lower your mask a bit, after looking sideways, smile and wave at him. He grins widely at you, happiness emanating from him. You see San singing next to him. Woo Young pokes his side, making San look at him. Patting on the seat next to him, San crawls, till he sits right next to him. The fans near you scream wildly, as San looks at Woo Young, continuing to sing.
“𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵
𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺
𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥
𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.”
Woo Young looks at you and blows a kiss, making you look at Hani and she laughs at you, both giggling like school girls. Woo Young joins the rest of the members on stage, eyes trained on you. While “Dancing Like Butterfly Wings”, he comes to your side of the stage, dancing to the rhythm. You move your Lightiny he gifted you. ‘You should have it because I’m your boyfriend and you love me’ he said, which you moved to the rhythm. San winks at you and waves at his sister, followed by Min Gi. As the event progresses, the energy rises, so do the cheers.
The entire stadium falls silent as they start singing “Star 1117”, your best friend crying. You see Hong Joong wipe the tears on his face in between the verses, making you feel emotional. You turn around to see a few Atinies cry, but your eyes fall on your lover’s, who looks at you and smiles, mouthing an ‘I love you’. You lower your mask again, mouthing an ‘I love you, too’ to him, making him grin.
After that, Hong Joong delivers a heart felt speech to Atiny, making everyone tear up, and then Yun Ho and Seong Hwa cracked a joke, making everyone feel better for stanning them crackheads. As soon as the concert gets over, Hani receives a call, making you halt in your place.
“Oh, alright. We’ll be there. Yeah, yeah. Bye.”
“Who was it?”
“That was San,”she says, checking around, “wants us to meet backstage.”
“But, is it allowed?”
“VIP, bitch. Let’s go,”she says, grabbing your hand, making you squeal. You guys reach the backstage, where you were stopped by the guards. Hani takes her phone out, and stops, as you hear her talk to someone.
After a few minutes, San comes out, nodding at the guards. You both follow him, till you reach a door. He opens it and y’all find the guys lurching at y’all.
“Social distancing everyone!”Hani yells, making everyone groan. You giggle at her, and your eyes fall on your boyfriend, who was smiling at you.
“Eh, whatever,”Yun Ho tuts, everyone joining in for a group hug. Once y’all separate, Hani starts talking with the others. Woo Young walks towards you and engulfs you in a hug, making you hug him tighter.
“Hey baby,”he mumbles in your hair, making you smile.
“Hey,”you say, looking up at him, “you aren’t following the rules of social distancing.”
“Love doesn’t follow any rules, baby,”he says, making you chuckle, “and besides, I couldn’t wait to see you. But, I thought you couldn’t come?”
“Well, apparently, San bought the tickets beforehand,”you say, looking over at the brother sister duo, who were laughing with Hong Joong and Jong Ho, “so, I came.”
“Well, you made my day a thousand times better,”he says, nuzzling your nose with his.
“So, so, so cheesy,”you tease him, making him pull you closer.
“Well, that’s what happens when you see your lover after two months.”
“That’s right,”you whisper, eyes moving back and forth between his eyes and lips. He does the same, caressing your cheek. He leans forward, but stops, making you look at him. He smiles and tugs your mask down, thumb caressing your lower lip, and he leans in, locking his lips with yours. You melt in the kiss, arms holding his waist. You break the kiss and giggle at him, as he kisses your cheek. You hear gagging voices in the background, Woo Young giving them a dead stare. You bury your head in his chest, San giggling at you.
“Get a room, already,”Jong Ho sneers, making you blush.
“We’re in one,”Woo Young squints his eyes at the younger one, “you’re occupying.”
“How’s that even-”
“Let’s go already,”Min Gi whines, “I’m hungry, tired and sleepy!”
“Yeah guys,”Yun Ho says, supporting his friend, “I’m hungry too.”
“C’mon then, lets go,”Hong Joong says,making y’all nod. Woo Young holds your hand and pulls you closer to him, squishing you besides him. He looks at Jong Ho and smiles, making Jong Ho raise an eyebrow at him.
“What?”
“Guess, we’re finally gonna get a room,”he says, smirking at him. Jong Ho stands still, making a disgusted face.
“EW HYUNG! YOU’RE SO NASTY!”
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(23) “Will it ever be me?” (27) “Was I ever a man in your eyes?”
Pairing(s) ⇢ best friend!taehyung x reader x ex!seokjin
Summary ⇢ They say when one door closes, another one opens. In your case, the door you closed opened back up again. You find your heart taking a double take between an old flame and a new spark who just happens to be your best friend. Who’s the right choice? Your ex-boyfriend who you left behind, or your best friend that has always harbored feelings for you?
Genre ⇢ smut, fluff, angst, ex! au, best friend! au
Word Count ⇢ 14.7k
Warnings ⇢ 18+, sex, drama, language, unprotected sex, conflict, different ideas of the same relationship, scared of marriage and relationships
They say if you shut a door, another one opens. Another chance, another love. But what if that door you shut opened up again, right in front of your face after you’ve gotten over the fact that you shut it? Why was it so hard to leave something—or someone—behind.
Your ex-lover was a blessing. A true gentleman and a sweetheart. It wasn’t his fault for your indecisiveness, and it most definitely wasn’t his fault that you denied the ring he wished to put on your finger.
I just love a god old love triangle trope !!!!! this is such a nice and pleasent read, Seokjin is the sweetest (as a Seokjin biased army I’ll always have the softest spot for him) and Tae is an ANGEL. thank you for sharing this story with us, sora 💜
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