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─ insta story - zhao yufan (reader) 📸

𓂃۶ৎ idol!James x idol!reader (6th member!reader) - fluff, best friends to lovers, established relationship

— this is what i think y/n would post on her insta story as the 6th member of cortis

— idol!reader face claim: Daniela Avanzini of KATSEYE

author's note. i actually love how her post turned out. dani matches the cortis swag so well so I js had to use her as the fc. also I wanted to try and make her instagram like aesthetic compared to james, like we can obviously tell whose posts r cuter lol. i hope you all enjoy!!!

james version

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─ insta story - zhao yufan (james) 📸

𓂃۶ৎ idol!James x idol!reader (6th member!reader) - fluff, best friends to lovers, established relationship

— this is what i think james would post on his insta story

— idol!reader face claim: Daniela Avanzini of KATSEYE

author's note. im going to write more james x 6th member stories. But I really wanted to try creating instagram stories that fit the fanfic. i hope you guys like it!!!

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more james x 6th member fanfics??

maybe established relationship? that they‘ve been together since james trainee a or something

ooooo yes!!! I definitely want to write more of these types of fanfics. they are so fun to write & I luv writing about being the 6th member lol. I will 100% write more of these!!!! I might try and write one tmr but don't quote me on that lol.

im so glad you guys enjoyed my James story!!

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.⋅˚₊‧ 🜲 ‧₊˚ ⋅my love is r-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s!

𓂃۶ৎ prince!Jungkook x vk!reader - descendants movie au, grumpy x sunshine, slight enemies to lovers, reader is referred to y/n but plays the role of Mal Bertha.

— in which in Auradon prince Jungkook, son of belle and the beast, makes the decision to give some troublemaking children from the ‘isle of the lost’ a second chance, who just so happen to be the kids of villains. Little does Jungkook know it’s a little harder for these villain kids to shake their evil ways. It might just blow up in his face….but maybe it won’t. 

wc → 4.3k

author's note. We finally got a longer chapter! This one was so much fun to write because I love the cookie scene & the whole 'ridiculous' scene. Im so happy we finally got a bestfriend scene between just y/n and Jimin!!! I hope everyone is enjoying. I will probably post one other chapter before the weekend, since I will be away for the weekend & won't be back till Monday.

chapter 2 — chapter 4

The four vk’s reside in the kitchen, y/n flipping through her spell book. Jimin standing by her side observing, Namjoon and Hoseok sitting on the counter fooling around. Spell books, ingredients, and stolen snacks covered nearly every available surface as the four of you worked on finishing the love potion.

You flipped through the spell book again.

"Okay. According to this, we're still missing one ingredient."

Namjoon looked up from the counter.

"What now?" Namjoon groans. 

"One tear."

Hoseok groaned dramatically.

"Seriously?"

"A tear of human sadness," you clarified. "And before any of you suggest it—no, chopping onions doesn't count."

Jimin sighed.

"Of course it doesn't."

Before anyone could argue further, the kitchen door swung open.

In walked Lonnie, daughter of Mulan.

"There you are!" she said. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

You immediately slid the spell book behind your back.

"What do you want?"

Lonnie smiled.

"Nothing! I just wanted to say all the girls love what you've been doing with their hair."

Jimin looked extremely pleased by that.

Then Lonnie noticed the mixing bowl.

"Ooh. Midnight snack?"

"Cookies," you answered quickly.

Before you could stop her, Lonnie grabbed a spoonful of dough.

"No—" you yell out at the girl. 

Too late.

She tasted it.

The four of you froze.

Hoseok moved forward, running his fingers through his hair and winking. Hoping maybe the spell worked and she would fall for him. “Hey, there” 

Lonnie returns the smile to the boy but turns back to you. "...Needs chocolate chips."

"What?" Hoseok asked.

"Chocolate chips."

The confusion on all four of your faces made Lonnie pause.

"You guys know what chocolate chip cookies are, right?"

Silence.

Lonnie's smile slowly faded.

"...Didn't your parents ever make them for you?"

Nobody answered.

"When you're sad," Lonnie continued, "and they make cookies and everything feels a little better?"

The kitchen grew uncomfortably quiet.

Nobody answered.

Not you.

Not Jimin.

Not Namjoon.

Not Hoseok.

Lonnie's smile slowly disappeared.

"Oh." Realization hit her.

"Oh."

You looked away first.

"It's different where we're from."

Lonnie's expression softened immediately.

"But... they're still your parents."

The words weren't meant to be cruel. If anything, they were sympathetic. Which somehow made them worse.

"Even villains love their kids."

Silence.

The four of you exchanged glances. Nobody knew what to say.

Because how exactly were you supposed to explain that on the Isle, survival usually came before affection? It wasn’t often, if rarely ever, you felt love from your parents. 

Lonnie's eyes became suspiciously shiny.

"Oh my gosh."

A tear slipped down her cheek.

"That’s so sad."

Then your eyes dropped to the tear rolling down her cheek.

And suddenly—

You stepped forward.

Lonnie blinked as you gently wiped the tear away with your fingertip.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah, yeah. Super touching." you nod at her, trying to get her to stop crying. 

Before she could react, you turned and flicked the tear directly into the mixing bowl.

You immediately clapped your hands together.

"Anyway!"

Everyone jumped.

"Cookies."

"What?" Lonnie asked.

"You said they needed chocolate chips."

"Oh."

"Great suggestion." You grabbed the bag and dumped some into the batter.

"So thanks for stopping by."

The conversation was clearly over.

Lonnie looked between the four of you. "Right..."

You were already steering her toward the door. "Really appreciate it."

"But—"

"Good night."

"Y/N—"

"See you tomorrow."

"You guys are sure you're okay?"

"Yep! Goodnight and Evil dreams." you say while smiling and showing her out the kitchen. 

The door clicked shut behind her.

Silence.

Then you grabbed the tray.

"Okay, boys, cookie sheet."

Hoseok saluted. "Yes, ma'am."

The tray slid into the oven.

Mission love potion was officially underway.

The next day at Auradon Prep, things felt... weirdly normal.

Students smiled at you when you passed them in the hall.

Girls stopped you every five minutes to compliment the hairstyles that you’d done for them.

You were crossing the courtyard with Hoseok when a familiar voice caught your attention.

Audrey.

You slowed your steps.

Across the courtyard at the lockers, Audrey stood beside Jungkook near one of the stone pathways.

A few girls nearby were admiring their new hairstyles.

Audrey looked less than impressed.

"She did it to Suga's hair, too," Audrey complained. "And Fairy Godmother's not happy about it."

Jungkook glanced over at the group. "What's the harm?"

Audrey looked horrified. "What's the harm?"

She gestured wildly.

"It's gateway magic!"

Jungkook laughed. "Gateway magic?"

"Yes!"

Audrey pointed toward the students.

"First it's the hair. Then it's the lips and the clothes and the shoes and then everybody starts changing everything!"

Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

"And?"

"And then everybody looks good!" She threw her hands into the air.

"And then where will I be?"

Hoseok snorted beside you, as you two arrived at your lockers. 

You elbowed him before Audrey could hear.

Jungkook smiled patiently.

"Listen, Audrey—"

"I have a dress fitting." Audrey interrupted him before he could finish.

She stepped closer and adjusted his jacket.

"I'll see you at the game after my coronation fitting, okay?"

"Okay."

"Bye, Jungkookie."

Jungkook chuckled. "Bye."

Audrey walked off.

The second she disappeared around the corner, you exchanged a glance with Hoseok.

Hinting that now was the time. 

You pulled the cookie from your bag. Moving over to Jungkook’s locker standing behind him. 

"Hey, Jungkookie." you tease, using the nickname Audrey uses. 

Jungkook immediately turned toward your voice.

The smile that spread across his face was annoyingly adorable. "Hey."

You held up the cookie. "I made a batch of cookies."

His eyes flickered to it.

"Double chocolate chip." You held it closer.

"Want one?"

Jungkook hesitated. "Oh."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I've got a big game today."

You nodded. "Okay."

"I usually don't eat before a game."

"Totally understand." You started lowering the cookie.

"Yeah." He looked relieved.

Then you added casually—

"Be careful accepting treats from villain kids and all that."

Jungkook's eyes widened.

"What? No."

"No?"

"No."

You tilted your head. "Oh."

"I didn't mean—"

"No, really."

You shrugged. "I'm sure every kid in Auradon knows not to trust us."

Jungkook immediately shook his head.

"No, that's not it."

"Uh-huh."

"No, seriously."

You pretended to think about it. "You're cautious."

"A little."

"Smart."

Before he could respond, you broke off a piece and popped it into your own mouth.

You chewed.

Swallowed.

Then held the cookie back out. "See?"

You smiled."Not poisoned."

Jungkook laughed.

A few students nearby glanced over.

"Okay."

He accepted the cookie.

"Okay."

You tried not to look excited.

Jungkook took a bite.

Then another.

And another.

"They're good."

You folded your arms.

"Yeah?"

"They're really good."

His eyes widened.

"No, seriously."

Another bite.

"They're amazing."

Hoseok had to physically turn away to hide his grin.

Jungkook kept talking.

"I mean..."

He looked down at the cookie.

"They're chewy."

Another bite.

"And warm."

Another bite.

"Are those walnuts?"

You almost laughed.

"Maybe."

"I love walnuts."

He immediately frowned. "Wait."

Another bite. "I mean..."

His thoughts suddenly seemed to derail.

"The chocolate."

He pointed at the cookie.

"The chocolate chips."

Another pause.

Then another.

His gaze slowly lifted toward you.

And stayed there.

The potion.

It was working.

Jungkook blinked.

Then blinked again.

His eyes narrowed slightly as if he'd just noticed something. "Y/N?"

You froze. "What?"

Jungkook took a step closer.

The smile slowly spreading across his face looked dangerously dreamy.

"Have you always had those little gold flecks in your eyes?"

Your stomach dropped.

Across from you, Hoseok choked.

You nudged him. Hard.

"Ow."

Jungkook didn't even look at him.

His attention remained completely fixed on you.

The potion had definitely worked.

And judging by the look on Jungkook's face...

It had worked way too well.

“How you feeling, bro?” Hoseok teasingly questioned the prince. 

Jungkook turns to look at you. “I feel... I feel... I feel like... Like singing your name. ♫ y/n! y/nnnn!”

You immediately freeze while trying to hold back a laugh. “Oh- okayy!!!” you say just before covering the boy's mouth. 

That evening, the entire school gathered for the tourney championship.

The stadium buzzed with excitement.

Students packed the bleachers, blue and gold colors waved through the air, and cheers echoed across the field. Everyone was definitely showing their Auradon pride. 

You sat with Jimin in the stands, watching the game below.

For the first time, Namjoon and Hoseok weren't sitting on the sidelines.

They were actually playing.

And somehow… They were good.

Really good.

Namjoon was blocking players twice his size while Hoseok darted across the field, stealing possession whenever he got the chance. The announcer's voice boomed throughout the stadium.

"Twenty-three seconds left on the clock! The score remains tied!"

The crowd erupted.

"Come on, Auradon!" someone shouted.

"Let's go, Knights!"

Down on the field, Coach Jenkins paced nervously.

"Hustle! Hustle! Come on!"

The ball was passed to Hoseok.

He leapt over an opponent and kept moving.

The crowd cheered.

"Look at him go!" Jimin said.

"I can't believe that's Hoseok," you muttered.

"Neither can I."

Namjoon managed another block.

The ball returned to Hoseok.

He spotted Jungkook.

"Jungkook!"

Jungkook sprinted forward.

"I'm open!"

The pass connected.

Seconds later—

GOAL.

The entire stadium exploded.

Students jumped to their feet.

The team rushed onto the field.

Cheers echoed from every direction.

You found yourself smiling despite everything.

The boys had actually done it.

Then you noticed Jungkook grabbing a microphone.

The smile immediately vanished from your face.

"Can I have everyone's attention, please?"

The crowd slowly quieted.

A terrible feeling settled in your stomach.

Jungkook climbed onto a bench.

"I've got something I'd like to say!"

The crowd cheered.

"Oh god," you whispered.

Beside you, Jimin frowned.

"What?"

Jungkook grinned.

"Give me a Y!"

The crowd immediately responded.

"Y!"

Your eyes widened.

"No."

"Give me an N!"

"N!"

Jimin's jaw dropped. "Oh god."

Namjoon looked horrified from the field.

Hoseok was bent over laughing, cause he knew you were annoyed. "This is amazing."

Jungkook continued.

"Give me a Y!"

"Y!"

"Give me an N!"

"N!"

"What does that spell?"

The crowd erupted.

"Y/N!"

You covered your face.

"Oh my God."

Jungkook pointed toward the bleachers.

"Come on! I can't hear you!"

"Y/N!"

The chanting became louder. 

The potion had definitely worked.

Jimin grabbed your arm. 

"What was in that cookie?"

"Oh my god. I don’t know!!!” 

Jungkook suddenly jumped down from the bench.

"Give me a beat!"

The crowd started clapping.

Jin somehow appeared with the rest of the band.

The music started.

"Oh no," you whispered.

Hoseok was practically crying from laughter.

"This is the greatest thing I've ever seen."

Jungkook danced across the field, singing directly to you.

Students joined in.

The team joined in.

At one point Jungkook actually crowd-surfed across a section of students.

"THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING." you turned toward Jimin. 

"It is absolutely happening," Jimin replied.

Eventually the song ended.

Jungkook finally reached the front of the bleachers and looked up at you.

Completely breathless.

Completely serious.

"I love you, Y/N!"

The stadium exploded.

Everyone screamed.

Audrey looked ready to commit several felonies.

Nearby, V crossed his arms. "Well, that's awkward."

Then Audrey snapped.

"V’s my boyfriend now!"

The entire crowd went silent. "And I'm going to the coronation with him!"

More silence.

"So I don't need your pity date!"

A collective—

"OHHHHHHHH!"

—rippled through the stands.

Jungkook blinked. "Okay?"

Then immediately turned back to you.

The crowd leaned forward.

You felt about six hundred pairs of eyes staring at you.

"Y/N."

Your stomach twisted.

Jungkook smiled.

A real smile.

The kind that made him look far too sincere.

"Will you go to the coronation with me?"

The stadium held its breath.

Jimin stared.

Namjoon stared.

Hoseok stared.

Even Audrey stared.

This was supposed to be part of the plan.

The potion was supposed to get you close enough to steal the wand.

Simple.

Easy.

Nothing more.

So why did answering suddenly feel difficult?

For the first time since arriving in Auradon...

You hesitated.

Then finally—

You grabbed the microphone he was holding and yelled your answer into it. "Yes!"

The stadium erupted again.

Jungkook's grin somehow got even bigger. He grabbed you, giving you a huge hug. 

"She said yes!" yelling into the mic, announcing it to the crowd. 

The crowd cheered.

The team rushed over.

"Let's go, Jungkook!" Hoseok called from the field. "The whole team's waiting!"

Jungkook laughed.

"Right."

He looked back at you one last time.

"I'll see you at the coronation."

You nodded.

"Yeah."

Then he ran back toward his teammates.

As the celebration continued around you, Jimin slowly turned.

"So..."

You already knew what he was about to say.

"No."

"You're smiling."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"I am not."

Hoseok appeared beside you.

"She's smiling."

Namjoon nodded.

"Definitely smiling."

You groaned and shoved both of them away.

But as you glanced back toward the field and caught sight of Jungkook celebrating with his team...

You couldn't quite stop the smile.

Y/N had checked the library.

The courtyard.

The dorms.

The art building.

The tourney field.

And somehow Jimin was nowhere to be found.

"How is he this hard to locate?" she muttered while speed-walking across campus.

Finally she spotted him near one of the picnic tables outside.

Jin was sitting across from him with a stack of books.

Jimin looked suspiciously pleased with himself.

Y/N immediately pointed.

"There you are!"

Both boys looked up.

Jimin blinked.

"What happened?"

Y/N dropped into the seat beside him.

"Jungkook asked me out."

Silence.

Jimin stared.

Jin stared.

A nearby student dropped a notebook.

"What?" Jimin asked.

"Jungkook asked you out?!"

Y/N pointed at him.

"That's what I just said."

Jimin slowly sat back.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"'Oh?'"

Jimin suddenly grabbed her shoulders. "OH."

"Stop shaking me!"

Jin laughed. "Congratulations?"

"It is not congratulations!"

"It sounds like congratulations."

"It sounds like a disaster."

Jimin looked delighted. "You got asked out by the future king."

"You are missing the point."

"No, I think you're missing the point."

Y/N groaned.

Jimin crossed his arms. "Why are you panicking?"

"Because this wasn't supposed to happen."

"You literally made him fall for you."

"Not like this."

"Then how?"

"I don't know!"

Jin quietly raised his hand.

Neither of them looked at him.

"I think it's sweet."

"Nobody asked." you say back toward the nerdy boy. 

"Fair."

Jimin stood. "Come on."

"What?"

"We're going back to the dorm."

"Why?"

"Because you look like you're about to throw up."

"I do not."

"You absolutely do."

The moment they entered their joint dorm, Jimin pointed at a chair.

"Sit."

You narrowed her eyes. "No."

"Sit."

"You sound like my mother."

"That's terrifying."

"Exactly."

Jimin physically turned the chair around. "Sit."

After several minutes of arguing, you finally sat. "Happy?"

"No." Jimin grabbed a brush.

"I'll be happy when you stop moving."

You immediately moved, despite what the boy had just said. 

Jimin sighed. "I hate you."

"No you don't."

"Unfortunately."

The brush snagged in her hair.

"Ouch!"

"Hold still."

"You just ripped out half my scalp."

"Beauty is pain."

"You've been in Auradon too long."

Jimin gasped dramatically. "Take that back."

"No."

As he continued working, the room gradually fell quiet.

You watched him through the mirror.

"You know..."

"Hm?"

"You've gotten really good at this."

Jimin smiled slightly.

"My mom would've approved."

The smile faded almost immediately, you noticed. "You miss her?"

Jimin shrugged. "Sometimes."

A pause.

"Do you?"

You looked down.

The answer should have been easy.

Instead it hurt. "I don't know."

Jimin stopped brushing.

"You don't know?"

"I miss having a mom." The words came out quietly.

"Sometimes I don't know if I miss her specifically."

Silence.

You swallowed. "I spend my whole life trying to make her proud."

Jimin listened.

"When I fail, she gets angry."

Another pause.

"And when she gets angry..."

You didn't finish, you didn't need to. Jimin understood.

Because all of them understood.

The Isle had made sure of that.

Finally Jimin set down the brush.

"You know what I think?"

"What?"

"I think you've spent so much time trying to become who she wants..."

He turned the chair.

"...that you've never figured out who you want to be."

you looked away.

Because that one landed a little too close to home.

Jimin immediately pointed. "Nope."

"What?"

"No sad feelings."

"Excuse me?"

"This is a makeover."

He grabbed the blush.

"We're focusing on the mission."

You eyed the makeup suspiciously, you were never the kind of person to wear a ‘full beat’.

"How much of that are you using?"

"Trust me."

"I don't."

"Rude."

Several minutes later—

"Done."

You opened one eye, before looking at your best friend. 

"Am I alive?"

"Barely."

you looked in the mirror.

Then froze.

"Oh."

Jimin folded his arms. "Exactly." Knowing he had just done some of his finest work. 

Y/N rolled her eyes before he could get emotional.

"Don't make this weird."

"Too late."

You immediately regretted agreeing to this.

Not because of him.

Definitely not because of him.

But because Jimin had watched you leave the dorm like it was the most entertaining thing he’d ever seen in his life.

“Try not to fall in love,” he called after you.

“I won’t.” You replied while rolling your eyes at him. 

“You already are!”

“I am not!”

Now, standing at the edge of the forest, you adjusted your jacket and ignored the fact your heartbeat was being weirdly uncooperative.

Jungkook was already there.

Smiling like this was the easiest thing in the world.

“Hey,” he said softly.

You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t look so happy.”

He laughed. “I can’t help it.”

“That sounds like a personal issue.”

“You showed up.”

“I had nothing better to do.”

“That’s not true.”

You hesitated. “…it’s slightly true.”

That earned another laugh.

He stepped aside and nodded toward his bike. “Ready?”

You stared at them.

Then at him.

Then back to the bikes.

“…no.” you replied. 

Then he grinned.

He hopped on the bike first, then helped you sit behind him. You hated the fact that you had to wrap your arms around him. 

But for some reason you couldn't help but smile. 

The deeper into the forest you went, the quieter everything became.

Eventually, you both got off the bike and left it leaning near a tree, so you could walk the rest of the way.

“What’s something about you that nobody here knows?” Jungkook questions. 

You blinked. “That’s invasive.”

“It’s a date question.”

“It’s a trap.”

“It’s curiosity.”

You studied him.

He didn’t look like he was joking anymore.

Just… interested.

You sighed. “Fine.”

You stopped walking, now stood on a bridge while looking off at the lake. 

“My middle name is Bertha.”

Then he burst out laughing. “What?!”

“It’s not funny.”

“It’s very funny.”

“It’s not!”

He was still laughing.

You pointed at him. “Don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, still smiling. “I just—Bertha?”

“It’s a family curse.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

“You’re laughing again.”

“I can’t help it.”

Eventually he calmed down.

“Alright Alright how about this? …my middle name is Florian.”

You stared, just before laughing back at him.

“…I take it back. Mine is better.”

“I knew that would happen.” He shakes his head at you. 

Silence settled again.

Jungkook leaned back on the railing of the bridge.

“You ever think about what you want?”

You scoffed immediately. “That’s a loaded question.”

“It’s a simple one.”

“It’s never simple.”

He didn’t argue.

Just waited.

You looked at the water instead.

“…I don’t know.”

“Okay,” he said gently.

That surprised you.

No pushing.

No judging.

Just okay.

A breeze moved through the trees.

Jungkook stood suddenly.

“Come on.”

You frowned.

“Where?”

“Trust me.”

There it was again.

That word.

You didn’t move.

The lake was hidden deep inside the forest, tucked away behind tall rocks and thick trees that blocked out most of the outside world. Only slivers of sunlight managed to break through the canopy of trees above, scattering gold across the water.

Jungkook led you down the small slope like he’d done it a hundred times before.

At the edge of the clearing, you stopped.

A blanket had already been laid out.

Food neatly arranged.

A small, almost ridiculous attempt at perfection.

“…you planned this?” you asked.

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That sounded suspicious.”

“It’s supposed to be a date,” he said simply.

You stared at him for a second longer.

Then sat down anyway.

Jungkook followed, settling across from you.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Just the sound of water shifting gently nearby.

Finally, he broke the silence.

“Is this your first time doing something like this?”

You blinked.

“…you mean sitting on the ground next to a lake with someone who looks like they might report me to the kingdom later?”

He laughed. “Kind of.”

You picked at the edge of the blanket.

“On the Isle, dates aren’t really… dates.”

“Oh?”

“They’re more like negotiations. Or escape plans. Sometimes both. So basically there's really no dating..”

Jungkook’s smile faded slightly.

“That sounds stressful.”

“You get used to it.”

A pause.

Then he reached forward and picked up something from the picnic spread.

A small strawberry .

He held it out.

“Try this.”

You eyed it suspiciously, considering you don't get much of fresh fruit on the Isle

“What is it?”

“It's a strawberry, something sweet.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“It’s fruit.”

“That also doesn’t answer my question.”

He sighed dramatically.

You hesitated, then carefully took a bite.

Immediately your face twisted.

Jungkook leaned forward.

“…bad?”

You swallowed slowly.

“No just…intresting.”

He laughed.

“You’re supposed to like it.”

“I don’t trust food from random princes.”

Jungkook shook his head, still smiling.

“You’re impossible.”

“You’re very trusting.”

“That’s not an insult.”

“It is where I’m from.”

He didn’t respond to that.

Instead, he leaned back on his hands.

For a moment, the joking stopped.

“Tell me something about you,” he said quietly.

You blinked.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t actually know you.”

“That feels like a personal problem.”

“It is.”

You sighed.

“Fine.”

You poked around the basket of food for another strawberry, not realizing how much you'd actually enjoy how sweet the fruit was. 

“I’m sixteen.”

“Okay.”

“I’ve lived in the same place my whole life.”

Jungkook nodded slowly.

“Me too.”

You looked up at him sharply.

“That’s not something we should have in common.”

He smiled a little.

“Why not?”

“Because your whole life is going to change soon.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Probably.”

“You’re going to be king.”

At that, he leaned forward slightly.

“Being born into something doesn’t automatically decide what you become.”

You frowned. “It kind of does.”

“No, it... Your mother is Mistress of Evil and I've got the poster parents for goodness. But we're not automatically like them. We get to choose who we're gonna be. And right now, I can look into your eyes and I can tell you're not evil. I can see it.”

You looked away.

“Easy for you to say.”

Jungkook watched you carefully.

“We all get handed a story,” he continued. “But we still get to choose how we live it.”

You let out a quiet laugh.

“That sounds nice.”

“It is nice.”

“It sounds fake.”

“It’s not.”

Silence stretched between you again.

You picked up another strawberry. “This is the best thing here,” you muttered.

Jungkook smiled. “Careful. You might eat all of them.”

“Good.” you smile at him, before plopping the fruit in your mouth. 

“You’re not supposed to be greedy.”

“I grew up on an island of villains. Greedy is practically polite.”

That made him laugh again.

You glanced at him, then down at the water.

“…what are you looking at?”

“Nothing,” he said.

“You’re definitely looking at something.”

“I’m thinking.”

“That’s worse.”

He stood suddenly. “Let's go for a swim.”

You turn around, mid bite of another strawberry. “Hm? What? Uh… right now?”

Jungkook nods his head before handing his hand out in your direction. “Yeah, right now.”

You turn to look at the water then back at him. 

“I think I’m just gonna stay here.” you reply. 

“No, no, no. Come on.” The prince begs. 

“I think I'm gonna stay behind and try a strawberry. I've literally never tried a strawberry before. Mm! Mm…”

Jungkook finally giving up. 

“Alright..don’t eat all of them” he jokes. 

He begins to take off his shirt and pants, now only left in his boxers, which makes you let out a small chuckle. He stands in front of the lake in bright blue boxers with tiny gold crowns on them.

Then, before you can even open your mouth to make a joke, he walks over to the large rock at the edge of the lake and climbs up.

He stands at the top and calls your attention.

“Y/N!”

“Watch this.”

You place the strawberry you were holding down and stand up, brushing off your dress.

“Okay… ooh—mm. Wait. Are those little crowns on your shorts?” you say, smiling.

He looks down at his boxers with a small, nervous smile, clearly embarrassed now that you’ve pointed it out.

“Maybe…” he replies before cannonballing into the lake.

“Whoo! Ha-ha!”

You let out a laugh as he jumps in, not realizing how much you’re enjoying yourself.

You turn away and sit by the edge of the water, getting lost in thought.

Thoughts about your mom.

Thoughts about you and your friends’ life here in Auradon.

Thoughts about Jungkook…

Then you realize he’s been gone a little too long.

You wait.

One second.

Two.

Five.

“…Jungkook?”

No answer.

Your stomach drops.

“Jungkook!”

© exxpl0si0n est. 2026

tags list: @ninifever1006 @brerob31 @raceme2hell @tatumrileyslover @kg0626

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𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖚𝖘 - 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕶𝖎𝖒 𝕿𝖆𝖊-𝖍𝖞𝖚𝖓𝖌 (김태형).

!! pairing Kim Taehyung x fem!idol!reader

!! synopsis: after the tabloids go crazy on the little crumbs from Namjoon & Taehyung falling out. Nomjoon finally comes to terms with the idea that you guys might actually love each other. Both know that in this industry they will rip it apart so he gives you 1 hour to say goodbye the right way.

!! warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex (wrap it before you stick it), oral (f receiving), pet names, lots and lots pf angst, emotional confrontation,

a/n To everyone who wanted a part two here you go and also respectfully fuck you and click for Part 1 if you havent read it yet

Three weeks later

You open your computer and read the articles: "Leader and Member Have Falling Out Over Younger Sister" or "RM and Taehyung Feud—Over What?"

You know it would be your fault if word got out. HYBE was bad at catching scandals, and they never tried to protect their idols anyway.

You knew you looked bad. Your hair had started falling out in the shower. You weren't eating, and you weren't really talking unless you were with the group or during practice. Everyone noticed, but it was normal for idols to be falling apart. So when you started losing weight, you actually got praised for it at least they wouldn't have to diet you like they usually did.

It was late one night when Namjoon made dinner and knocked on the door three times, the way you used to when you got in trouble, to see if the person wanted to talk. He made your favorite cabbage soup. It smelled so good your mouth started watering, and you knew that even if you ate it, it would just come back up, just like everything else he had made you.

Namjoon wasn't mad at you or Taehyung. He was hurt that you both didn't trust him enough to tell him that you were together and had been for nine months. He was mad at the fact that in this industry, they would rip your love apart, and he would have to watch his sister and his best friend get torn apart.

"I'm sorry," he says as he brings the spoon to your lips. He'd made it his job to feed you since you wouldn't do it yourself.

You look at him and open your mouth. "You don't have to apologize."

"I shouldn't have said what I said." The soup tastes like sadness and regret, but god, you needed the food. You had barely been able to eat. "I just wish you would have told me. It could..." He trails off.

"Been different." Your eyes water, and you're surprised that you even have tears left. You had been crying so much the last three weeks, and you haven't been drinking water, but maybe your heart was truly breaking. Namjoon brings the spoon back to your lips, and you take another bite.

You eat in silence while Namjoon looks over you, seeing how your cheeks have sunken in, the way your hair is thinning. Maybe when you're out of the spotlight. But for now... He pulls out his phone and shows you the text he sent to Taehyung: 1 hour. Say your goodbyes the right way.

"Namjoon?" You feel your heart breaking again, but you don't know if it's because you know you'll have to say goodbye, or because Namjoon cared enough to give you this.

"I love you both, and I want it to be you two who end the relationship before the reporters get their hands on it," he says, brushing his fingers against your cheek. "사랑해, 동생아." I love you, baby sister.

You bury your head in his chest as tears fall down your cheeks, and you sob.

"Thank you."

"One hour," he says as he leaves the room.

Your phone vibrates. I'm here. Taehyung's name pops up, and your heart seizes. You throw on one of the hoodies he left behind in your room and run to the front door, ripping it open.

"Y/n," Taehyung whispers.

You look up at the man you had always loved the sculpted god in sweats, his skin gray, his eyes empty. He didn't look like that in the lives and fancams, but in this industry, no one knows when you're falling apart. It just makes you weak.

"Tae," you whisper back. You step onto your tiptoes and press your lips to his. His arms wrap around your waist, and you feel the familiar butterflies, the way your heart skips a beat like it was the first time, over and over, because with him everything felt special. And god, you knew no one would ever make you feel that way again.

He pulls back and leads you to the taxi he has waiting. Looking down at the timer five minutes have passed. It would take less than fifteen to get to his apartment, and by then you'll have forty-five, maybe forty minutes. That would never be enough. Not for you. Not for him. There was never enough time.

The second his apartment door closes, he has you against it, kissing your neck as you claw at his shoulders, trying to memorize every bit of his body things you would never be able to forget, something that would haunt you.

"I love you, y/n," he whispers into your neck.

"I love you, Tae," you whimper as your eyes begin to water again. He lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to his bedroom. He had done this so many times before, and knowing this was the last felt... suffocating.

He lays you down on his bed. "I would do anything for you," he says as he helps you take off your clothes, kissing every bare piece of skin, not wanting to leave a single part of you forgotten, trying to burn it into his memory.

"I know," you sob as he kisses down your torso, meeting your heart. Even as you cry, your body wants him so badly. His mouth comes down on you, and as skilled as he was, your back arches off the mattress. You tangle your fingers in his hair, trying to anchor yourself in the moment, not even closing your eyes as you look down to see him looking up at you. You swear you see your future he could be your everything, the end and the beginning.

You cum against his mouth, and he hums, his eyes brimming red as he sees how at peace your inner turmoil seems. "Tell me you love me. I need to hear you say it," he says as he kisses your thighs.

"I love you, Kim Taehyung," you say as you cup his face, bringing him closer, admiring the way the bridge of his nose slopes. "You are the first man I have ever loved." You kiss his nose as tears begin free-falling down his face, and you can't help but cry again.

"I'll drop it all. I'll leave the group, modeling I'll leave everything," he whispers as you unbutton his shirt.

"You won't. You love the group. You love the boys." You kiss his tears, trailing your fingers down his abs. He undoes his pants, and for the last time, he slides into you, joining you in the most intimate way. It hurts so much your chest seizes because it feels so good. Too good to be the last time.

"I would've married you," he says as he thrusts, and you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him deeper. His cock hits your g-spot, making your back arch, and a broken moan leaves your mouth.

"Don't say stuff like that, Tae." You tangle your fingers in his hair as you clash your lips on his. He doesn't want to move fast. He doesn't want it to be over. But time is running out, and he wants to leave you satisfied. You both cry out in sync as you feel yourself clenching around him, and he thrusts harder.

You come first, looking into his eyes as you cry, his tears falling onto your cheeks as he looks down at you. He comes seconds later, and you stay like that he moves until he is soft, until he has nothing left to give you. He would have given you everything, but you wouldn't let him.

He stays inside you longer than he should, soft now but still connected, like he's trying to delay the inevitable separation of your bodies. His tears fall onto your cheeks, mixing with yours until you can't tell who is crying anymore. Maybe you're both just one broken thing, split in two.

"I can't," he whispers, his voice wrecked. "I can't let you go."

"You have to." You trace the slope of his nose, the arch of his eyebrows, the bow of his lips. Memorizing. Always memorizing. "We have to."

He pulls out slowly, and the loss is immediate, devastating. He doesn't reach for a towel. He just collapses beside you, gathering you into his arms, pressing you against his chest where you can hear his heart hammering alive, alive, alive and still beating for you even as it breaks.

"Thirty minutes," he says into your hair. "We have thirty minutes."

You don't waste it on words. You spend it touching his collarbones, his hip bones, the scar on his knee from a stage accident three years ago. You kiss his eyelids, his jaw, the pulse in his throat. You breathe him in, the scent of cedar and sweat and something that is only him, and you know that years from now, you'll walk past someone wearing his cologne and you'll have to sit down before your knees give out.

He dresses you like you're already a ghost. His hands shake as he pulls his hoodie over your head, the one that smells like him, and you know he's leaving it with you on purpose. A souvenir. A wound that won't close.

"Keep it," he says, even though you didn't ask. "Don't wash it."

"I won't."

He walks you to the door. Your legs feel wooden, borrowed from someone who hasn't just had their heart carved out. The hallway stretches too long, too bright. Reality waits at the end of it.

At the door, he stops. Turns to you. His face is gray again, hollowed out, a sculpture of grief.

"Tell me to stay," he begs. "One word. Just say it, and I'll—"

"Go," you whisper. "Be great. Be everything they need you to be."

"I only ever needed you."

"Then be everything I need you to be," you say, and your voice finally breaks, shatters, turns to dust. "Live, Tae. Even if it's without me. Especially then."

He kisses you one last time. It's not desperate. It's not hungry. It's a seal, a promise, a period at the end of a sentence that was always too short. His lips linger, tasting like salt and goodbye.

"Kim Taehyung," you say against his mouth. "I loved you first. I'll love you last."

"I'll love you longer," he promises.

The door closes between you. It sounds like a gunshot.

Namjoon is waiting in the black sedan, hazard lights blinking in the dark. He doesn't look at you when you slide into the passenger seat. He just hands you a tissue, then the whole box, and puts the car in drive.

The city blurs past. You press your forehead against the cool glass and watch the lights smear into streaks of gold and red, like blood, like sunset.

"He didn't fight," Namjoon says quietly. It's not a question.

"He fought," you correct. "I just wouldn't let him win."

Namjoon's hand finds yours on the center console. His grip is tight, grounding, the only thing keeping you from floating away.

"I'm sorry," he says.

"Don't be." You stare out the window. "This is what love costs, right? In our world?"

"Yes."

"Then it was worth the price."

He doesn't answer. Maybe because he knows you're lying. Maybe because he knows you're not.

Six months later

You see him on a screen in a convenience store. He's laughing at something Jimin said, head thrown back, boxy smile on full display. Whole. Untouchable. A million miles away from the boy who cried into your neck and promised to drop everything.

You don't cry. You've forgotten how.

The hoodie still hangs in your closet. You haven't washed it. Sometimes, late at night, you press your face into the fabric and inhale, searching for a ghost of him. But scents fade. People fade. Even love fades, eventually, into something that aches instead of burns.

You start eating again. You gain weight. Your hair grows back. The industry moves on, finds new scandals, new broken things to devour. You release a solo album that does well. In interviews, they ask if you're dating anyone.

"Not right now," you say, smiling for the cameras. "I'm focusing on my career."

The lie tastes like cabbage soup. Like forgiveness. Like something that was never meant to last.

On the anniversary of your last hour together, you get a notification. It's just a photo no caption, no context. Taehyung's hand holding a single red camellia, the flower that blooms in winter, the flower that means "I love you" in the language you still understood but wish you didnt 

Your thumb hovers over the screen. You could respond. You could say something, anything, break the silence that's stretched between you for three hundred and sixty-five days.

Instead, you archive the chat. You turn off your phone. You go to bed with the hoodie clutched in your arms, and you dream of a life where you knocked on his door first before the lights, before the cameras, before the world had its teeth in you both.

In the dream, you never let go.

In the dream, you don't have to.

[exxpl0si0n]

EVERYONE PART 2 IS HERE. oh im sat.

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.⋅˚₊‧ 🜲 ‧₊˚ ⋅don’t you wanna be evil..like me

𓂃۶ৎ prince!Jungkook x vk!reader - descendants movie au, grumpy x sunshine, slight enemies to lovers, reader is referred to y/n but plays the role of Mal Bertha.

— in which in Auradon prince Jungkook, son of belle and the beast, makes the decision to give some troublemaking children from the ‘isle of the lost’ a second chance, who just so happen to be the kids of villains. Little does Jungkook know it’s a little harder for these villain kids to shake their evil ways. It might just blow up in his face….but maybe it won’t. 

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author's note. Im so happy everyone enjoyed the first part!!! Here's part two please let me know how you guys are liking it so far. (I did in fact listen to the descendants soundtrack while writing this.)

chapter 1 — chapter 3

Jungkook starts walking toward the entrance to the school side by side with Audrey, the four VKs trailing behind him.

“Auradon Prep, originally built over three hundred years ago and converted into a high school by my father when he became king.”

He claps his hands and the statue of his father in front of the entrance magically transforms from a handsome prince into a towering Beast.

Namjoon practically jumps out of his skin.

“Namjoon, it's okay,” Jungkook laughs. “My father wanted his statue to morph from beast to man to remind us that anything is possible.”

“Does he shed much?” you ask with a smirk.

Jungkook turns around, fighting a smile. “Yeah. Mom won't let him on the couch.”

As you all continue through the school, you find yourself surprised by how fancy everything is, compared to where guys come from. “So you guys have a lot of magic here in Auradon? Like wands and things like that?” you ask.

Jungkook nods. “Yeah, it exists, of course, but it's pretty much retired. Most of us here are just ordinary mortals.”

“Who just so happen to be kings and queens,” you point out.

“That's true,” Audrey says proudly. “Our royal blood goes back hundreds of years.”

Before you can respond, Jungkook waves someone over. “Jin! Come down here.”

A raven haired boy hurries down the stairs, nearly tripping over himself.

“This is Jin,” Jungkook explains. “He's going to help you with your schedules and show you the dorms.”

Jungkook offers all four of you a genuine smile. “And if there's anything you need, feel free to—”

“Ask Jin,” Audrey interrupts immediately.

Jin awkwardly waves. “Hi, guys. I'm Dopey's son. As in Dopey, Doc, Bashful, Happy, Grumpy, Sleepy and…”

He pauses.

“Heigh-Ho?” He was shocked at how handsome the boy in front of him was. 

Jimin steps forward dramatically whilst giving a sweet smile. “Jimin. Evil Queen's son.”

Jin nearly forgets what he was saying. “Right. Okay. So about your classes…”

A few minutes later he hands over your schedules.

“History of Woodsmen and Pirates, Safety Rules for the Internet, and... Remedial Goodness 101.”

You groan immediately. 

“Let me guess. New class?” 

Figures they would make a Goodness class just for the new kids who happen to be the children of villains. 

Jin avoids eye contact.

“Come on, guys,” you say. “Let's go find our dorms.”

The dorm turns out to be exactly what you expected.

Clean.

Bright.

Disgustingly cheerful.

“Wow,” Jimin breathes as he looks around.

You stare at the pastel decorations. “Gross.”

“I know, right?” Jimin agrees, trying to cover up the fact that he actually likes it. “Amazingly gross.”

You walk over to the window, rolling your eyes. 

“I'm gonna need some serious sunscreen.”

“Yeah.”

You toss your bag onto the bed.

Later that night all four of you gather in the Hoseok and Namjoon's dorm.

“Hobi” you say, catching Hoseok stuffing random items into his pockets. “What are you doing?”

“It's called stealing.”

“Okay. What's the point?”

Hoseok looks offended.

“Well, Y/N, it's like buying whatever I want except it's free.”

You fold your arms. “Or you could leave all this here and come back for it after we take over the world.”

Jimin points dramatically. “You sound just like your mother.”

“Thank you.”

“You do your thing, okay?” Hoseok says, “and I'll do mine.”

Meanwhile Namjoon is completely distracted by a video game. “Die, suckers!”

“Guys,” you interrupt. “Do I have to remind you what we're all here for?”

“Fairy Godmother,” Hoseok says dramatically. “Blah, blah, blah. Magic wand. Blah, blah, blah.”

“This is our one chance to prove ourselves to our parents,” you remind them. “To prove that we're evil. Vicious. Ruthless. Cruel.”

Everyone quiets down at the comment you made, knowing all they want is to make their parents proud. 

You point around the room.

“Yeah?” you question. 

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

“Jimin. Mirror.” you call out to the boy. 

Immediately Jimin pulls out the magic mirror.

After several attempts and a lot of arguing with the mirror, the location of the wand finally appears.

“There it is!”

“A museum?” you ask.

Namjoon immediately pulls out a map.“Two-point-three miles from here.”

You grin.“Let's go.”

The four of you sit outside the doors of the museum - trying to put your heads together in order to figure out a way to get in. 

However, sitting in front of the entrance was a security guard, though lucky for you he sat next to something that might just help you guys sneak in. 

“That's your mother's spinning wheel?” Hoseok asks.

“It's kinda dorky,” Namjoon admits.

You roll your eyes. “It's magic. It doesn't have to look scary.”

You grab your bag, rummaging through looking for your spell book. 

After pulling it out, you flip to a specific book and hold out your hand while looking toward the spindle. 

“Magic spindle, do not linger. Make my victim prick a finger.”

“Impressive,” Hoseok says.

“I got chills,” Namjoon agrees, adding onto the joke. 

The securing guard gets up, and due to your spell he reaches out toward the needle. Pricking his finger he then falls into a deep sleep. Allowing the four of you to sneak inside. 

While searching for the wand, the four of you stumble upon a room – for villains. 

Statues of your parents, looking even more evil and intimidating than usual. 

You all freeze looking at your parents in fear. The others leave the room continuing to look for the wand while  you remain looking at Maleficent. 

And all you can hear is your mother's voice echoing inside your head.

“The future of the free world rests on your shoulders. Don't blow it.”

Interrupting your thoughts.. “y/n!” Jimin yells, calling to your attention. 

“Namjoon found it, come on!” He says just before walking out the room. 

Eventually the four of you make it to the wand's display.

“There it is!” Jimin whispers excitedly.

The wand practically glows beneath the glass.

“Whoo!” Hoseok cheers while running over to grab the wand.

“Hobi, don't—”

Too late. The second he reaches toward it, alarms explode throughout the museum.

Red lights begin flashing.

A force field appears around the wand.

“Are you kidding me?!” you yell.

“That's just a little excessive,” Hoseok says.

“Run!” Jimin yells while being the first to run out of the room. 

You roll your eyes, following him. “Way to go, Hoseok. Now we have to go to school tomorrow!”

The four of you sprint out of the museum.

The next day only gets worse.

Remedial Goodness 101 turns out to be exactly what it sounds like.

“If someone hands you a crying baby,” Fairy Godmother asks, “do you curse it, lock it in a tower, give it a bottle, or carve out its heart?”

Namjoon and Hoseok begin arguing about the correct answer. Obviously neither of them are right. 

You sigh. “Give it a bottle.”

“Correct!”

“Just pick the answer that sounds least fun,” you mutter towards your friends. 

“Ah,” Jimin says.

“That actually helps,” Namjoon adds.

During class, Fairy Godmother's son, Suga, arrives with paperwork for the coronation. Rushing past your four, clearly intimidated by you. 

The second he leaves, an idea begins forming in your head.

The bell rings, signaling the end of Remedial Goodness 101.

The four of you are out of your seats before Fairy Godmother can assign any extra homework.

You, Jimin, Namjoon, and Hoseok spill into the crowded hallway with the rest of the students.

“Finally,” Hoseok groans. “Another five minutes in there and I would've started being good by accident.”

“Terrifying thought,” you mutter.

Students part as a familiar blond boy approaches.

V.

Son of prince charming and cinderella. 

He watches the four of you like you're carrying a contagious disease. “Those kids are trouble.”

You roll your eyes. 

“Good observation, Sherlock.” you mutter to Jimin. 

Jimin laughs beside you.

“Alright bye, Y/N,” he says, heading toward another hallway.

“Bye.”

The moment Jimin leaves, Jungkook appears.

“Come on, Tae,” he says. “Give them a chance.”

Audrey immediately steps closer to Jungkook.

“Oh, no offense, kookie, but you're just too trusting.”

Jungkook sighs.“Audrey—”

“No, seriously.”

She points directly at you.

“Look, I know your mom fell in love with a big nasty beast who turned out to be a prince.”

You raise an eyebrow, eavesdropping on whatever the girl had to say. 

“But with my mom,” Audrey continues, “the evil fairy was just the evil fairy.”

Her gaze lands on you. “That girl's mother.”

The hallway grows quiet.

Jungkook glances between the two of you. “I think you're wrong about them.”

Audrey scoffs.

Jungkook doesn't seem interested in arguing further.

“I'll see you later.” Audrey follows Chad down the hall, still complaining under her breath.

Once they're gone, Jungkook notices something on the locker beside you.

Purple spray paint.

A dragon curling around the metal door.

Your dragon.

He walks over to inspect it.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

For a second, neither of you says anything.

“How was your first day?” he finally asks.

“Super.”

The sarcasm is impossible to miss.

Jungkook laughs quietly.

His eyes return to the drawing. “You should really think about taking this talent off the locker and into art class.”

You blink. “What?”

“I could sign you up.” 

He gestures toward the dragon. “You're actually really good.”

You stare at him.

Of all the things you expected him to say, that wasn't one of them.

“What do you think?”

A smirk tugs at your lips. “Way to take all the fun out of it.”

Jungkook chuckles. “Huh.”

He looks disappointed, but not surprised.

The bell rings again.

Students begin moving through the hall.

Jungkook smiles one last time before backing away.

“Well... I'll see you around, Y/N.”

You watch him disappear into the crowd.

For some reason, that smile lingers in your thoughts long after he's gone.

Which is incredibly annoying.

Later that afternoon, after your awkward conversation with Jungkook, you find yourself wandering the grounds of Auradon Prep.

You tell yourself you're just exploring. Definitely not avoiding Audrey.

A familiar figure catches your attention.

Suga.

Fairy Godmother's son.

He's sitting alone on a stone bench near a fountain, staring down at a book resting in his lap.

Alone.

Interesting.

A small smile tugs at your lips as you make your way over. "Hi."

Suga nearly jumps out of his skin. "Oh!"

He quickly closes his book. "Hi."

"It's Suga, right?"

He nods.

"That's cool."

An awkward silence follows.

You turn as if you're about to leave. "Well..."

"No, wait." The words escape him before he can stop them.

You pause.

He immediately looks embarrassed. "I mean... you don't have to go."

Perfect.

You slowly sit down beside him. "I guess I was kind of hoping to make a friend."

Suga blinks. "A friend?"

You shrug, trying to make this as believable as possible. 

"You probably have all the friends you need already though…"

His laugh is small. "Hardly."

"Really?" You tilt your head.

"I mean, your mom's Fairy Godmother. Headmistress of the school."

Suga groans. "Exactly."

"And you're..." You gesture vaguely toward him. "You."

He raises an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

"It means you're nice."

Suga immediately looks horrified.

You bite back a laugh.

"I'd rather be handsome."

The confession surprises you.

For a moment, he seems embarrassed that he said it out loud.

Then he points at your hair. "You've got great hair."

You smile.

"You know what?" Reaching into your bag, you pull out your spell book.

"I think I have something for that."

Suga's eyes widen.

"Wait—really?"

You flip through the pages until you find the spell.

"There."

You place a finger on the page.

"'Beware, forswear, replace the old with brand-new hair.'" Purple magic swirls around your fingertips.

The spell shoots toward him.

A second later, his hair transforms.

Suga gasps.

His hands immediately fly to his head. "Oh my God."

He rushes over to the fountain to use the water as a mirror. "Oh my God!"

You grin. "Not bad, right?"

He stares at his reflection. "It's amazing."

A laugh escapes him.

For the first time since you've met him, he actually looks confident.

Then his eyes drift toward his nose. "Can you do that too?"

You immediately shake your head. "Oh, no."

He looks disappointed.

"I've been practicing, but I can't do really big magic."

You casually run your fingers along the spine of the book. "Not like your mom and her wand."

Suga's expression shifts. "The wand?"

You nod. "One swoosh from that thing and you could probably have whatever features you wanted."

He looks away. "Mom doesn't really use the wand anymore."

Your attention sharpens instantly. "Really?"

Suga shrugs. "She says the real magic is in books."

"What a rip-off."

That earns a laugh.

"Yeah."

You lean back against the bench. "You know, she used magic on Cinderella."

Suga nods.

"Yeah."

"Who wasn't even her real kid."

The smile slowly fades from his face.

You soften your voice. "Doesn't she love you?"

"What?"

"Nothing." You look away.

"No, she does." His answer comes quickly.

"Of course she does." But he doesn't sound convinced.

"It's just..." He sighs. "'Work on the inside, not the outside.' That's what she always says."

You watch him carefully.

The insecurity is written all over his face.

And suddenly you know exactly what to say.

You sit up straighter and dramatically place a hand over your heart.

"Oh, Mother," you say in a tragic voice. "I just don't understand why you can't make me beautiful too."

Suga bursts out laughing. "Stop."

"I'm serious."

You do it again.

Even more dramatically.

"Oh, Mother!"

Suga nearly doubles over laughing. 

When he finally calms down, he wipes tears from his eyes. "You think it'd work?"

You shrug. "I mean, that's what Cinderella did, right?"

He considers that. "Huh."

"And hey," you add casually, "if your mom ever decides to bring out the old wand..."

You point between the two of you. "Invite me."

Suga laughs.

"If I can convince her, you're definitely coming."

"Yay." you smile while clapping your hands. 

The two of you stand.

For a second, neither of you moves.

Then Suga smiles.

A real smile this time. "Thanks, Y/N."

You blink.

Nobody in Auradon has thanked you for anything yet.

It's... weird. 

"Yeah."

You quickly recover. "Don't get used to it."

Suga laughs again before heading back toward the school.

You watch him leave. Then your smile fades.

Because by the end of the conversation, you've learned something interesting.

Fairy Godmother doesn't even use the wand anymore.

Not unless absolutely necessary. For example, like if a certain prince was going to be crowned king soon….

Which means the coronation may be your best chance.

That evening, all four of you gather back in the dorm.

“We can do this,” Hoseok says. “If we stick together.”

“We won't go back to the Isle until we do,” you say firmly.

“Because we're rotten…”

“To the core.” everyone finishes, putting your hands together. 

Then Jimin suddenly gasps.

“Oh, yeah. I found out that fairy godmother blesses Ben with the wand at coronation and we all get to go. I have nothing to wear, of course."

The room goes silent.

“What? ” he questions.

You sit upright. “Hold that thought.”

A knock suddenly sounds at the door.

You open it.

Jungkook stands there. “Hey, Y/N.”

Your friends immediately look away from the door pretending like they aren’t eavesdropping..

“I didn't see you guys today,” he says. “I was wondering if you needed anything.”

“Not that I know of.” you reply.

Jungkook nods his head. “Okay. Well... if you need anything—”

You immediately remember Jimin said about being able to attend the coronation. “Wait!” 

He pauses.

“Is it true we all get to go to your coronation?”

“Yeah,” he says. “The whole school goes.”

You smile sweetly. “Wow. That's beyond exciting.”

Jungkook smiles back.

“Do you think it's possible the four of us could stand near Fairy Godmother? Just so we can soak up all that goodness?”

“I wish you could.”

Your smile freezes.

“But up front it's just me, my parents, and my girlfriend.”

Girlfriend.

Audrey. Of course.

“Right.” you say with your smile forming into a straight line. 

“I'm sorry.”

“Okay. Thanks. Bye.” you say quickly cutting off the boy.

“Wait, there's plenty of—”

The door slams shut.

The room is silent for a moment.

Then you slowly turn toward the others.

A smile spreads across your face.

“I think it's time that ‘Jungkookie’ got himself a new girlfriend.”

Hoseok grins.

Jimin's eyes widen.

Namjoon immediately looks concerned, his eyebrows furrowing.

“And,” you add, reaching for your spell book,

“I’m gonna need a love spell.”

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hiiii guys!!! oh my gosh I didn't expect so many people to enjoy the descendants au story. I'm most likely gonna post part 2 today & I'll make a tag list, for those of you who asked to be on it. Thank you guys so much for liking my story, it means so much since it's my first ever fanfic I've written!! 💜

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𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒. . .

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descendants movie au

introduction - chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 . . .

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idol!James x idol!reader (6th member!reader)

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.⋅˚₊‧ 🜲 ‧₊˚ ⋅ welcome to auradon prep

𓂃۶ৎ prince!Jungkook x vk!reader - descendants movie au, grumpy x sunshine, slight enemies to lovers, reader is referred to y/n but plays the role of Mal Bertha.

— in which in Auradon prince Jungkook, son of belle and the beast, makes the decision to give some troublemaking children from the ‘isle of the lost’ a second chance, who just so happen to be the kids of villains. Little does Jungkook know it’s a little harder for these villain kids to shake their evil ways. It might just blow up in his face….but maybe it won’t. 

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author's note. I really really enjoyed writing this. It was so fun incorporating BTS into the story line of descendants. I really hope you all enjoy!!! Let me know if I should continue with this story :)

introduction - chapter 2

Once upon a time, long, long ago... well, more like 20 years ago... Belle married her Beast in front of 6,000 of their closest personal friends. Big cake. Yeah, so instead of a honeymoon, Beast united all of the kingdoms and got himself elected king of the United States of Auradon. He rounded up all the villains and sidekicks... basically all the really interesting people... and he booted them off to the Isle of the Lost with a magical barrier to keep them there. No magic. No wi-fi. No way out. Or so I thought. Hang on, you're about to meet us. But first, this happened…

Within the Beast’s Castle in Auradon –

The grand dining hall of Auradon Castle buzzed with activity as servants and staff rushed around preparing for the upcoming coronation. In the center of the room stood Jungkook, future king of Auradon, with his arms stretched out to the sides while a nervous tailor adjusted pins and measured the sleeves of his royal suit.

The tailor moved around him in circles, muttering under his breath as he carefully smoothed the dark fabric over Jungkook's shoulders.

Across from them, Beast watched the fitting with a deep frown.

"How is it possible that you're gonna be crowned king next month?" he exclaimed. "You're just a baby!"

Belle glanced up from where she sat nearby.

"He's turning sixteen, dear."

"Awh come on Pops," Jungkook said with a grin, trying not to move while the tailor measured the length of his jacket.

"Sixteen?" Beast repeated. "That's far too young to be crowned king. I didn't make a good decision until I was at least forty-two."

The tailor crouched down to pin the hem of Jungkook's pants, causing Jungkook to wobble slightly.

Belle raised an eyebrow as the Beast's comment. 

"Uh, you decided to marry me at twenty-eight."

Beast paused. "Ah. Well….It was either you or a teapot."

Jungkook laughed, earning a sharp gasp from the tailor when he accidentally shifted his position. "Your Highness, please!" the tailor squeaked, trying to keep a pin from falling.

"Kidding," Beast added.

The tailor finished adjusting the jacket and stepped back while Jungkook straightened himself.

"Mom. Dad..." Jungkook called out. Immediately, both parents turned toward him.

Jungkook took a breath.

"I've chosen my first official proclamation."

Belle sat up straighter.

Beast narrowed his eyes.

Jungkook glanced toward the large windows overlooking the sea and the distant outline of the Isle of the Lost.

"I've decided that the children on the Isle of the Lost be given a chance..." he said. "...to live here in Auradon."

The tailor nearly dropped his measuring tape. Considering in Auradon it was frowned upon to associate with anyone from the Isle of the Lost. 

Belle and Beast stared at him in shock.

"Every time I look out to the island," Jungkook continued, "I feel like they've been abandoned."

"The children of our sworn enemies?" Beast asked. "Living among us? You can’t be serious!"

The tailor quietly backed away at the Beast’s harsh tone but remained close enough to listen.

"We'll start with only a few at first," Jungkook explained. "Only the ones who need our help the most. I've already chosen them."

"Have you?" Beast asked skeptically.

Belle folded her hands, with a look of concern on her face but interested in what her son had to say. "I gave you a second chance." she says while looking at the Beast before she turn back to her son. "Who are their parents?"

Jungkook swallowed.

"Cruella De Vil."

The tailor winced.

"Jafar."

The tailor's eyes widened.

"The Evil Queen."

The measuring tape slipped from the tailor's fingers.

"And Maleficent."

The tailor let out a loud yelp, hurriedly grabbing his things and exiting the room. 

"Maleficent?!" Beast roared. "She is the worst villain in the land!"

"Dad, just hear me out here!"

"I won't hear of it!" Beast snapped. "They are guilty of unspeakable crimes."

Jungkook stepped forward despite sensing his father’s anger desperately trying to keep him still. "Dad, their children are innocent."

The room fell silent.

Jungkook's voice softened.

"Don't you think they deserve a shot at a normal life?"

For several long moments, Beast said nothing.

"Dad?" Jungkook asked quietly.

Beast sighed heavily. "I suppose their children are innocent."

The tension immediately drained from Jungkook's body.

Belle smiled proudly.

"Well, well done."

She rose from her chair and linked her arm through Beast's.

"Shall we?" Belle said as the king and queen exited the room. 

Jungkook looked out the window toward the Isle of the Lost and smiled.

Soon, everything was about to change.

Within the streets of the Isle of the Lost –

The children of Cruella De Vil, Jafar, the Evil Queen, and Maleficent had just finished their daily troublemaking on the Isle. Terrorizing others, picking pockets, causing chaos wherever they went—and in your case, stealing candy from a crying baby.

The bright pink lollipop twirled between your fingers as you walked down the cracked streets of the Isle, your friends close behind.

Namjoon—Carlos De Vil—was kicking a rusty can down the road.

Hoseok—Jay, son of Jafar—was busy showing off a handful of items he'd swiped from unsuspecting victims.

Jimin—Evie, son of the Evil Queen—was checking his reflection in a broken mirror.

It was just another day on the Isle.

Then suddenly, two large men shoved their way through the crowd.

Everyone nearby immediately scattered – well everyone besides you four. 

The men stepped aside.

And there she was.

Maleficent.

Your mother.

A chill instantly ran through the group.

"Stealing candy, y/n?" she asked, eyeing the lollipop in your hand.

You straightened.

"I'm so disappointed."

A grin spread across your face. "It was from a baby."

A wicked smile appeared on Maleficent's face. "That's my nasty little girl."

Without hesitation she ripped the lollipop from your hand then she licked it.

Then spat on it. Then tucked it under her arm.

The boys looked disgusted.

Jimin physically recoiled.

"Give it back to the dreadful creature."

You stared. "Mom..."

"It's the deets, y/n, that make the difference between mean and truly evil."

She began pacing dramatically. "When I was your age, I was cursing entire kingdoms."

You immediately repeated the line from memory whilst rolling your eyes. "Cursing entire kingdoms." 

"Exactly."

She pointed a sharp finger at you. "You. Walk with me."

You reluctantly followed as she swept down the street.

"See, I'm just trying to teach you the thing that really counts." She draped an arm around your shoulders.

"How to be me."

You swallowed. "I know that." The words came out quieter than you intended.

Maleficent stopped.

Suddenly, her expression brightened, seeming as she just remembered what she came to tell you.

"Oh!"

She gasped dramatically."There's news!"

Everyone immediately looked suspicious.

"You four have been chosen to go to a different school..."

The group collectively groaned.

Then Maleficent smirked. "...in Auradon."

Silence.

Complete silence.

Then chaos.

"Nope!" Namjoon spun around and immediately tried to run.

Hoseok was right behind him.

Jimin shrieked and darted in the opposite direction.

Unfortunately, Maleficent's goons were already blocking every escape route.

"What?" you exclaimed. "I'm not going to some boarding school filled to the brim with prissy pink princesses!"

"And perfect princes," Jimin sighed dreamily.

You shot him a look.

Jimin immediately gagged, sensing your annoyance. "Ugh!"

"Yeah," Hoseok agreed. "And I don't do uniforms." He crossed his arms. 

"Unless it's leather." He held up a hand toward Namjoon. "You feel me?"

Namjoon ignored the high-five completely.

Instead, he looked nervous. "I read somewhere they allow dogs in Auradon."

The group turned to him.

"My mom said they're rabid pack animals who eat boys who don't behave."

Hoseok quietly crept behind him.

You noticed immediately. So did Jimin. Neither of you stopped him.

Hoseok leaned forward. "Woof."

Namjoon screamed.

His elbow flew backward and slammed into Hoseok's shoulder. "Ow!"

The rest of you burst out laughing.

Once the chaos settled, you turned back toward your mother.

"Yeah, Mom." You crossed your arms. "We're not going."

Maleficent stared at you.

Then she laughed.

"Oh." She stepped closer.

"You're thinking small, pumpkin."

Her grin widened. "It's all about world domination."

She snapped her fingers.

Several clueless henchmen immediately appeared beside her. "Knuckleheads!"

The men stood straighter.

Then Maleficent's gaze landed on you.

"y/n..." The sing-song tone of her voice made you nervous and slightly annoyed. 

The boys and Jimin fell silent.

"You will go." Her voice became cold.

"You will find Fairy Godmother."

You frowned.

"And you will bring back the magic wand."

Realization slowly dawned on all of you.

The wand.

The one thing powerful enough to break the barrier trapping every villain on the Isle.

Maleficent smiled.

A dangerous smile.

"Easy peasy." 

Back home...after a long, tense discussion with Maleficent about the plan to steal Fairy Godmother’s wand so that they could then escape the Isle. You realized none of you really had a choice—no matter how much you resisted, the plan was set.

One by one, you said quick, uncertain goodbyes to your parents. Downstairs, an Auradon Prep limo waited within the cracked, run-down streets of the Isle, looking completely out of place. The driver stood stiffly as the four of you threw your bags in the trunk and climbed inside.

As the limo pulled away, the Isle slowly faded behind you. Then came the bridge.

The magic barrier towered ahead like a glowing wall of swirling light, humming with energy as the vehicle approached. You all believed it was a trap and began screaming but the moment you crossed it, seeing the magic soar outside the window, you realized that wasn't the case.

And just like that, everything changed.

At the entrance to Auradon Prep –

The four of you arrive at the entrance. You step out first, rolling your eyes as you shrug off the stiffness from the long drive. Jimin follows right behind you, immediately moving to your side while fixing his hair like he’s about to meet his true love within the first few minutes of being here.

Behind you, Namjoon and Hoseok are already causing chaos.

“Ow! Ow! Stop! You got everything else! Why do you want whatever this is?!” Hoseok yells as Namjoon wrestles something out of his hands.

“Cause you want it!” Namjoon fires back, the two of them rolling around on the ground in front of the limo like it’s completely normal.

You turn sharply.

“Guys, guys, guys! We have an audience.”

They freeze mid-fight.

Namjoon quickly scrambles up, brushing himself off. “Haha, right… our bad. Just cleaning up.”

Hoseok follows, pretending nothing happened while straightening his jacket.

Before anyone can recover from that mess, some people step forward toward you four.

A warm, glowing woman steps forward, smiling like she’s known all of you forever.

“Welcome to Auradon Prep. I’m Fairy Godmother. Headmistress.”

You tilt your head slightly.

“The fairy godmother?” you repeat, unimpressed. “As in, ‘Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo’?”

Fairy Godmother beams.“Bibbidi-Bobbidi you know it!”

You study her for a second. “Yeah,” you say slowly. “I always wondered what it felt like for Cinderella when you just appeared, out of nowhere, with that sparkly wand and warm smile.”

“And that sparkling wand.” you repeat while smiling. 

“That was a long time ago,” Fairy Godmother replies quickly, recovering. “And as I always say, don’t focus on the past or you’ll miss the future!”

Before you can respond, another voice cuts in.

“It’s so good to finally meet you all. I’m Jungkook.”

A boy steps forward—confident, polite, with jet black hair and silver piercings scattered through his ears and one on his lip.

Before you could even open your mouth to greet the boy. Another figure immediately steps in beside him.

“Prince Jungkook. Soon to be king,” Audrey says, chin lifted proudly almost like she's asserting her dominance. 

“This is Audrey.” Jungkook says introducing the brunette to the group. 

Audrey smiles sweetly. “Princess Audrey." she corrects. "His girlfriend. Right, Jungkookie?”

A beat of awkward silence. You in return make a face cringing at the nickname. 

Fairy Godmother claps her hands together, cutting through the tension.

“Well Jungkook and Audrey are going to show you all around, and I’ll see you tomorrow. Just remember here at Auradon Prep the doors of wisdom are never shut! But the library hours are from eight to eleven.”

Jungkook clears his throat, trying again to chat with the children of the Isle.

“It is so, so, so good to finally meet you all. This is a momentous occasion, and one that I hope will go down in history—as the day our two peoples began to heal.”

You glance at him, raising your eyebrow. 

“Or the day that you showed four people where the bathrooms are.” You said trying to joke with the boy. 

Jungkook winces slightly. “A little over the top?”

“A little more than a little bit,” you reply flatly.

He exhales. “Well… so much for my first impression.”

Audrey suddenly steps closer, eyes narrowing at you.

“Hey! You’re Maleficent’s daughter, aren’t you? Yeah, you know what? I totally do not blame you for your mother trying to kill my parents and stuff. Oh—my mom’s Aurora. Sleeping Beauty…”

You don’t even blink. 

“Beauty. Yeah, I’ve heard the name. You know, I totally do not blame your grandparents for inviting everyone in the whole world but my mother to their stupid christening.” You reply with a friendly tone, which was clearly fake. 

Audrey’s smile tightens, but she keeps it light.

“Water under the bridge.”

You shrug, fake laughing at her comment. “Totes!”

Ben quickly claps his hands together again, desperate to regain control of the moment.

“Okay! So—how about a tour? Yeah?”

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.⋅˚₊‧ 🜲 ‧₊˚ ⋅ rotten to the core – Jeon Jungkook

𓂃۶ৎ prince!Jungkook x vk!reader - descendants movie au, grumpy x sunshine, slight enemies to lovers 

— in which within the kingdom of Auradon prince Jungkook, son of belle and the beast, makes his first big decision to give some troublemaking children from the ‘isle of the lost’ a second chance, who just so happen to be the kids of villains. Little does Jungkook know it’s a little harder for these villain kids to shake their evil ways. It might just blow up in his face….or maybe it won’t. 

author's note. Hiii everyone!! I was originally gonna make this a one shot but i ended up really enjoying the idea for this, so i think im gonna make it a series following the events of the first descendants movie.

introducing the cast....

Reader as Mal Bertha...

"Are those little crowns on your shorts?!"

Jeon Jungkook as Ben Florian...

"Did I mention that I'm in love with you?"

in addition these members will take the place of these character in the story:

Jimin — Evie

Jin — Doug

Namjoon — Carlos De Vil

Hoseok — Jay

V — Prince Chad Charming

Suga — Jane

everybody else in the movie as themselves.

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── lets play house 𝜗𝜚 Zhao Yufan (James)

𓂃۶ৎ idol!James x idol!reader (6th member!reader) - fluff, best friends to lovers, pre-dating, honestly just cortis teasing you and James.  

— in which you and James are extremely close, with being the 2 oldest members, you instantly gravitate toward each other & it just so happens you treat your other group members like your children. So they take it upon themselves to label you their parents….

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author's note. omg this is my first fic ever AHHHHHH. I love this trope of the boys making James and reader the designated parents & i just wanted to write about james so so bad. So I really hope you enjoy it!! Im actually SO SO happy with how this turned out!!!!!

You and James were made for one another, whether either of you liked to admit it or not. Everyone saw how naturally you gravitated toward him during rehearsals, interviews, or even while hanging around the dorm. James was always by your side — and if he wasn’t, he somehow found a way to bring you up in conversation.

It became an unspoken rule within Cortis that you and James took care of the group. Considering you were the two oldest members, neither of you really questioned it. It just happened naturally.

James was always the one goofing around with the boys when you weren’t around, but the second you walked in, he acted like a strict dad trying to keep his kids under control. You, on the other hand, were softer about it. You checked in on everyone constantly — helping Keonho and Seonghyeon with their in-ears before a show, fixing choreography mistakes during practice, making sure Juhoon was doing okay since he was always so quiet, and reminding Martin not to overwork himself after another late night in the studio.

They all needed someone looking out for them.

They were just lucky enough to have you and James.

Cortis was known for their intense choreography. Every member gave dancing their all, and they always managed to pull it off perfectly. But perfecting the routines took hours of practice.

James sat near the mirror, running choreography ideas through his head while trying to come up with the next sequence of moves. Meanwhile, you and the rest of the group practiced what he had already created.

Seonghyeon groaned in frustration after messing up the same move again. He bent over slightly, hands on his knees.

“Why can’t I get this one part?”

You immediately walked over and nudged his shoulder lightly.

“Want me to show you?”

He nodded quickly.

You demonstrated the move slowly while calling out the counts for him.

“Like this — five, six, seven, eight…”

Your arms moved smoothly as you watched him carefully follow along in the mirror.

“Got it?”

Seonghyeon tried it a few more times before finally getting the hang of it.

“YES Finally, oh my God. I clearly just needed Mom’s help.”

Martin and Keonho burst out laughing while Juhoon shook his head at the others.

“Seriously? You guys are too much,” you said, laughing despite yourself.

You clapped your hands together once.

“Keep practicing. I want to see you guys dancing, not messing around, okay?”

The boys returned to their positions, though Martin rolled his eyes dramatically while heading to the back.

“Whatever you say, Mom.”

You could only smile and shake your head as you reached for your phone to restart the music.

James, who had been watching the entire interaction from the mirror, quickly looked down to hide the smile pulling at his lips. Something about seeing you take care of everyone so naturally always got to him.

Juhoon noticed immediately.

He walked over and nudged James’ shoulder.

“When are you finally gonna tell her?”

James blinked, startled.

“Tell who what?”

By now, the music had stopped, and the rest of the boys had gathered nearby.

“It’s kind of obvious man,” Martin said. “You like her. That’s why you follow her around everywhere.”

James scoffed, though the tips of his ears were already turning red.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re just friends. Best friends. Besides, it’s not like she likes me like that anyway.”

Keonho and Juhoon exchanged amused looks.

“Uh… yeah, she does,” Keonho said. “Why do you think we call you guys Mom and Dad? You act like a married couple.”

“Seriously bro,” Seonghyeon added. “You’re basically the group's parents at this point.”

James opened his mouth to argue back, but the studio door suddenly opened before he could say anything.

“Hey, Jamie!”

Everyone turned toward you as you peeked your head through the doorway, smiling brightly.

“I think we’re done practicing for today. Want to go get ice cream with me?”

James answered immediately, completely forgetting the conversation he’d just been having.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll be out in a second.”

The boys barely held back their laughter as James hurriedly grabbed his jacket and quickly told them he’d bring something back for everyone.

Then the two of you left together, walking arm in arm out of the building with matching smiles on your faces.

Keonho watched the door close behind you two before looking over at the others.

“And they still wonder why we call them Mom and Dad.”

“Did you see how fast he got up for her?” Juhoon asked.

Martin pretends to wipe the fake tears under his eyes dramatically. 

“They grow up so fast.”

what you posted on instagram:

the text James received from keonho:

Despite him threatening keonho, James did in fact end up saving that picture to his camera roll.

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