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Kiss For a Discount - Social Media

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Original Au

Part One

Cold Blood

Warnings: sad, trigger warning

Words: 2.2k

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: angst

A/N: I’m Australian so if any lingo in here doesn't make sense I'm so sorry just message me or google it lol.

The engine roars to life as hot air blasts through the heating vents, warming your cold hands.

“You ready to go?” Jimin asks with a smile. He is taking you out to a bar as a change up from your regular dinner dates at fancy restaurants. You both want to let loose tonight. You zip your jacket up higher to your chin and put your hands in your pockets, your warm breath forming puffy clouds in the still cold air in the car.

“Yep, let’s go,” you reply glancing at him, smiling a hidden smile beneath the collar of your jacket.

He pulls out of the driveway and switches on the radio. Instantly, a cover of Can’t Help Falling In Love, you had been playing earlier pours through the speakers` and both of your faces light up. You both love this song.

As the lyrics flow throughout the car, Jimin reaches over and places his hand on your thigh and begins to sing along. The drive to the bar is quiet, but not awkward. You listen to the well-fitting lyrics and watch the headlights of other cars passing by, thinking about and imagining their lives.

You pull into a parking space across from the bar. Jimin switches the car off and hops out, making his way to your side of the car. He opens your door and bows.

‘M’lady,” he giggles with a smirk. You step outside with your bag in your hand. You walk up to him and plant a kiss on his cheek.

‘Thank you, kind sir,’ you respond with a curtsy. After closing and locking the car, he takes your cold hand in his warm one and walks with you across the road to the bar.

You are about to walk inside when you're stopped by the bouncer.

“I’m going to need to see your ID,” he says to Jimin sternly. Jimin shoots you a look.

‘Every fucking time,’ he mutters just loud enough for you to hear. You stifle a laugh as he fishes his licence out of his wallet. The bouncer examines his ID while Jimin glances at you, rolling his eyes.

‘You're all good to go in,’ he says to you, handing Jimin his ID back. As you walk inside the bar, you’re hit with the strong smell of mixed alcohol and the underlying musk of cigarette smoke. The bustling atmosphere makes you giddy. A live band plays in the corner of the room, sending an electric feeling rush through you.

Jimin takes your hand and guides you over to the bar. You follow him through the crowd, already smiling to yourself. You love him so damn much. You take a seat and the bartender walks over to you both.

“Just a Gin and Tonic please,” he says, looking back up at you, gesturing for you to order something.

“Oh, just a Whiskey on the rocks, please,” you say to the bartender with a smile. You don't usually drink alcohol, but tonight, you're letting go and having fun. He nods and walks away.

“Man, I really like it here already,” Jimin shouts over the music. You laugh and nod.

“So do I. I am so glad we did this,” you yell back with a grin. The bartender walks back over to where you are seated and hands you your drinks. You pick up the glass and raise it towards Jimin.

“To us letting loose!” you shout, clinking your glass against his.

“To us,” he copies. You pull your glass back and take a sip. You feel the burn in the back of your throat and the warmth it emits in your stomach. Suddenly, the music switches over to one of you and Jimin’s favourite songs. You both smile in unison and stand up, taking your drinks with you, erring on the side of caution. You both dance together on the dance floor, shouting the lyrics at the top of your lungs and laughing between sips. You feel truly happy in this moment, dancing and singing with the love of your life right in front of you.

“I love you, Y/N,” Jimin calls to you.

The end of the song approaches as you move closer to him. The song ends.

“I love you, too, Jimin,” you yell into the now silent room, accidentally. Everyone looks at you and Jimin bursts out laughing. Everyone is giving you strange looks but you don’t mind. You join him soon after as the next song starts to play. You laugh so hard that your stomach hurts, even though it wasn't that funny. Jimin is trying to catch his breath also. You think that maybe your giddiness is down to your alcohol consumption, glancing at your almost empty, second glass. As you laugh, you feel a presence behind you. Hands grip your waist and you feel a hot breath on your neck.

“Nice dancing, baby, lets go back to mine and you can show me what a girl like you can do,” whispers a low, husky voice. You lurch forward out of the strangers grip. You spin around and see a tall figure with his hood over his head, a smirk painted on his face. Before you can say anything, you’re pushed to the side.

“Hey man, she’s with me, yeah? Watch yourself,” Jimin warns darkly. The man simply laughs and backs off. He turns to you.

“Are you okay? Did he do anything to?” his words tumble out.

“Babe, I’m fine. Thank you for coming over. What a creep..” you respond, reassuring Jimin. He lets out a deep breath and grabs your hand.

“Good. If you see him again just let me know, okay?” he asks worriedly. You nod with a small smile. He leads you back towards the dance floor. You dance some more, drink some more and sing some more. You are having the time of your life with Jimin. Your vision starts to blur a little and you feel a bit sick.

“Hey Chim, I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be back shortly,” you call out to him, releasing his hand. You half walk, half stumble towards the bathroom. You open the door and walk to the sink and look at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is a mess and most of your eye makeup is smudged. All you can do is laugh at yourself alone in the bathroom. After refreshening a little bit by splashing water on your face, you exit the bathroom. Just as you close the door, a hand clasps around your mouth and drags you away. You quickly register in your mind that this is a stranger, and you're in trouble. You kick and scream, trying to free yourself from the strangers grasp, but they are far bigger than you and no one can hear you over the blaring music. You can't escape.

You're dragged out the side door into a dark alleyway. You're slammed against the brick wall harshly. You yell out in pain as your ribs collide with the graffitied wall. The stranger spins you around roughly and pins your arms to the wall. It’s the creep from inside.

“Hey baby. You miss me?” he breaths into your ear, sending chills down your spine. He runs his hands over your body and you assume the worst is about to happen. You scream out but no one can hear you. You begin to cry.

“Shh shh. Don’t cry beautiful, I am going to give you exactly what that little fucker can't,” he says to you, referring to Jimin. You spit in his face.

“Fuck you,” you bark through gritted teeth. You instantly regret your decision when the man raises his hand and slaps you hard. Your face stings from the sharp contact and you yelp.

“That’s it, bitch. No more Mr. Fucking Nice Guy,” he screams in your face, ripping your shirt, exposing your bra. He eyes your body as you squirm in discomfort. You feel disgusting. You feel violated. All you can do is cry. The man is about to unbutton his and your jeans when the side door swings open.

A livid Jimin spots the two of you and charges towards the man, catching him off guard and tackling him to the ground. They hit the hard ground with a crash. You breathe at the release of your wrists. Jimin raises his fist above his head and lets it plummet into the strangers face, over and over again. A sickening crunching sound along with JImin grunting is all you can hear.

“Don't you fucking dare touch her like that. Or anyone,” he screams as he repeatedly hits the man. The man suddenly regains his strength and flips Jimin over to his back, laying punch after punch into his jaw and ribs. You glance around, panicked, looking for anything to get him off Jimin. You see a wooden crate. You pick it up and throw it on the mans head, causing him to topple to the side. You heave Jimin off the ground and grimace at his bloody, battered face. You pull him away from the man of whom you assume is unconscious.

“Oh my god, Jimin, we need to get you to a hospital,” you exclaim, cradling his face in your hands. He shakes his head and blood sputters out of his mouth.

“Bruises will heal, babe, let’s just get out of here,” he croaks.

You nod vigorously and start to gather your things when you notice the man stand up. He stares at you both, sending chills through your body. His hands are in his pockets and blood is erupting from his nose, mouth and one eye. He takes one step forward. You would run if you weren't supporting almost all of Jimins weight. You step back with Jimin. The man smirks at you. The rest happens in slow motion.

He pulls a knife from his pocket and lunges towards you. Jimin pushes you back towards the wall behind you and jumps towards the man. You scream his name. The man thrusts his hand forward and you feel all oxygen leave your body as you watch the knife pierce Jimins stomach. You watch Jimin fall to the ground. The man turns on his heel and sprints out of the alley way, laughing manically. Jimin hits the ground with a thud. You rush towards him, crying and screaming.

“No, no, Jimin, baby, look at me. Look at me, Jimin, you're okay. It’s all okay. You’re okay,” you stammer, sobbing.

Jimins beautiful eyes meet yours, his breathing is laboured. He slowly places his hand on his stomach and then raises it to his face, glancing at his blood-soaked hand before letting out a halfhearted chuckle.

“Wow, I’m bleeding really heavily, aren't I?” he remarks, gulping hard. You panic, holding his head in your lap. You fumble through your pockets looking for your phone. You retrieve it and dial the emergency number.

“Hello? Oh my god hello, I need an ambulance right now. My boyfriend was stabbed, please hurry. Where am I? Oh, um, I am at the Vibe Nightclub and-” you're cut off by Jimin grasping the phone and lowering it.

“Y/N...this is pretty bad,” he coughs, blood spraying everywhere. “Please just spend these last moments with me. Pretend..pretend I haven’t just been stabbed, okay?” he pleads with a forced smile.

A strangled sob escapes your throat. “Jimin, you're going to make it, don’t talk like that, please,” you ask, your voice cracking. You fumble for his hand, holding it firmly while brushing his hair out of his eyes. You can hear the operators voice faintly through the phone that is now lying on the concrete ground.

“Tonight was really great, Y/N, I am glad we spent it together,” he whispers laboriously.

You run your hands through his hair, your tears landing on his cheek. “Stay with me, baby, they know where we are, they're going to help you,” you reassure him, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. He smiles a small smile.

“I couldn’t-” he coughs with such force, blood begins to run from his nose. “I couldn’t have asked for anyone better than you. Thank you so much. I’m so sorry that tonight wasn't what you wanted.” He coughs again. He squeezes your hand. You can hear sirens in the distance getting closer and closer.

“They're on their way, baby. They're almost here. Keep talking to me,” you say sternly, stroking his cheeks. The colour from his face is fading fast and you know deep down that there is nothing they can do. The blue and red lights are getting closer, as Jimins grip on your hand loosens.

He licks his bottom lip slowly, before whispering, “Don’t you ever forget how much you meant to me.” The use of past tense in his sentence makes you choke up. You begin shaking violently with each sob as you watch his eyes close. His breathing starts to slow. The ambulance pulls up at the end of the alley way and everything happens in a blur.

Paramedics race towards you just as Jimins hand falls from your own to the harsh ground. Your hand flies up to your mouth as paramedics attempt to revive him. They try for several minutes. You lay in the foetal position, hugging your knees to your chest, muffling your own screams with your hand. The paramedic touches your shoulder, causing you to sit up, wiping your face and smearing his blood across your cheek. The paramedic sits in front of you, blocking the view of Jimin.

“I am so sorry. He is gone.”

BTS as the Seven Heavenly Virtues

patience; /ˈpeɪʃ(ə)ns/ the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, problems, or suffering without becoming annoyed or anxious

temperance; /ˈtɛmp(ə)r(ə)ns/ self-control, abstinence, restraint in an action

diligence; /ˈdɪlɪdʒ(ə)ns/ careful and persistent work or effort

kindness; /ˈkʌɪn(d)nəs/ the quality of being friendly, generous, and considerate

charity; ˈtʃarɪti/ love of humankind, to give generously

humility; /hjʊˈmɪlɪti/ the quality of having a modest or low view of one's importance

chastity; /ˈtʃastɪti/ personal integrity or moral purity

BTS as the Seven Deadly Sins

gluttony; /ˈɡlʌt(ə)ni/ habitual greed and overindulgence

pride; /prʌɪd/ a feeling of deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one's own achievements, or from qualities or possessions that are widely admired

envy; /ˈɛnvi/ desire to have a quality, possession, or other desirable thing belonging to someone else

wrath; /rɒθ,rɔːθ/ strong vengeful anger or indignation

lust; /lʌst/ a passionate or overmastering desire or craving, especially for sexual intimacy

sloth; /sləʊθ/ avoidance of physical or spiritual work

greed; /ɡriːd/ intense and selfish desire for something, especially wealth or power

BTS reaction to the members being mean to you

Hey can I request a reaction where the members are being mean to you and your boyfriend defending you Thank youuu

A/N: hey sorry it took a while, hope this is how you wanted it!!!

Jin: Jin grips your hand tightly as you walk towards Hoseoks car. Hoseok was due to pick Jin up to go out for a lunch date with the members. You were assured you it would be fine if you tagged along. You both approach the car and he opens your door. You give him a warm smile and step inside the car. Almost as soon as you sit down, Hoseok lets out an audible sigh. You instantly sink into your seat a little, thinking you may be the problem.

Jin joins you from the other side of the car. He grabs your hands and pulls it toward him.

“I brought Y/N along, I hope you don't mind,” Jin says to Hoseok. Hoseok lets out a half-laugh-half-scoff, expressing his distaste. Red flushes to your face and you look away, embarrassed.

“Well, we can’t do anything about it now, we are already on our way, but yes, I do mind, hyung,” he snaps, glaring at him in the rearview mirror. “This is a lunch for the boys, do you think anyone else will bring their partners? No.” Jin squeezes your hand tighter at the rude remark. You squeeze his hand back and your heart starts to race.

“Hoseok, don’t be rude. The guys like Y/N, she should come,” Jin responds calmly. You breathe in deeply, mentally thanking Jin.

“You think they like her,” Hoseok mutters under his breath. You hear his silent remark and begin to chew on your lip to stop yourself from crying. You sit silently, offended by Hoseoks outburst. You just want to go home. You feel unwanted.

“Okay Hoseok, turn this car around and drop us home. Your little attitude isn't wanted or needed, and neither of us care to be around it,” Jin barks, making you jump. Hoseok glances back through his mirror again.

“I’m not going to do that. You have to come, the guys what you there. It’s her that’s the problem,” he whines, shooting his eyes over to you. You divert your gaze as soon as his icy glare meets your eyes.

“Turn the fucking car around Hoseok. You don't get to talk to her like that, especially not in front of me. Fuck your stupid get together, and be sure to tell the guys why I couldn't make it,” Jin yells, causing Hoseoks eyes to widen. His grip on your hand is so tight it begins to hurt. “Actually, drop us here, we can walk, I wont let you do this to Y/N.”

Hoseok pulls the car to a halt without another word. You and Jin both step out. Hoseok tries to grab Jin’s attention through the window. He ignores him and grabs you by the waist, pulling you close.

“I’m so sorry about him, let’s go home and we can go somewhere by ourselves,” he breathes, kissing you on the hairline.

Yoongi: You and all the members are sitting in the lounge room relaxing, some on their phones, others reading books or eating a snack. You lay on the lounge with your head resting on Yoongis lap. He absentmindedly runs his hand through your hair nearly sending you to sleep. Jungkook had been looking at you funny the whole time making you slightly uncomfortable. Deciding you want to get out of the room for a bit, you stand up and head towards the kitchen.

“Hey, I’m going to go make myself a snack, anyone want anything?” you ask the group. A chorus of no thank you’s follow and you turn towards the kitchen.

You take out some pasta and a pot, filling it with water. You place it on the stove and let it boil, humming to yourself as you go. While you’re waiting for the water to boil, you hear conversation spark back in the lounge room. Jungkook’s voice is the loudest.

“Yoongi, why do you even date Y/N?” you hear Jungkook ask with a scoff. You move closer to the doorway, sneaky enough to not be seen.

“What do you mean?” you hear Yoongi respond nonchalantly. You lean on the wall, trying to catch every word that is said about you.

“Well, look at her, she's very.... ordinary,” Jungkook explains. You can't see his face but you can feel his smug expression burning through the wall. You lean against the it, a sick feeling resonating through your body.

“Jungkook, watch it,” Namjoon warns in a husky voice. You smile a small smile at Namjoon’s defence.

“Come on, hyung, he could have anyone. Have you seen some of the girls at fan signings? And to think he’d pick her over those girls,” you hear him laugh at his own harsh comment. You look over at the boiling water, but you don't move. You continue to listen. Everything stays silent for a small while. Just when you think the conversation is over, Jungkook speaks again. “I mean, don't you think-” A loud bang interrupts his sentence. You jump at the noise and rush into the room. The coffee table has been pushed to the side, the vase lays smashed on the floor. Yoongi’s phone is across the room on the ground, a large dent in the wall above it.

“Shut the fuck up Jungkook. I’m serious, you say one more word about her you’ll be bitching all the way to the emergency room,” Yoongi screams, causing everyone to stand back.

“Yoongi, what’s going on?” you ask calmly pretending you hadn't heard the conversation that had caused the mess.

Yoongi starts to answer but Jungkook cuts him off.

“Oh hey, Y/N, I was just telling this hyung that he deserves someone who looks and acts considerably different to you,” he mocks with a sarcastic smile. Yoongi clenches his jaw and saunters over to Jungkook, backing him towards the wall. When Jungkooks back hits the it, Yoongi raises both hands and slams them either side of Jungkooks head. Although Yoongi is smaller than Jungkook, the younger cowers in fear.

“Talk about her again, you little prick, I dare you,” he screams into his face just inches away. Jungkook says nothing, just nods. Yoongi steps away from Jungkook and over to you, taking your hand.

“Let’s chill somewhere else, yeah?”

Hoseok: “Okay, we ready to go?” Hoseok calls to the members. Your hand is wrapped in his as you check your appearance in the mirror one last time before the dinner date.

“Yeah, we are all ready!” responds Jin from the other room. You smile at Hoseok and you make you way to the room with the group. As you walk through the door way, you hear Jin clear his throat.

“Hey, Y/N, you better get dressed, we are going out tonight,” Jin remarks with a forced smile. Your expression changes and you glance at the ground in embarrassment. You had always felt a little self conscious around the members, but they usually boost your self esteem and make you feel loved. Obviously not this time.

“I, um, I am dressed,” you say quietly, not wanting the boys to see you upset. Hoseok squeezes your hand and shoots Jin a dirty look.

“Oh, silly me, you like to dress a little shabby, I forgot that that’s your thing,” Jin adds with a mocking laugh. You back away, releasing Hoseoks hand and start towards the bedroom.

“Y/N, wait!” Hoseok calls to you. He turns to Jin. “Are you done being an egotistical prick,” he snaps, taking everyone aback.

“You can’t seriously want to be seen with her like that! If she comes in that outfit, you two can hang back at least 20 metres because there’s not a chance in hell I’m being associated with that,” Jin barks back disgustedly, glancing your direction.

“It’s fine, guys, I’ll change if thats what you want,” you choke out, taking your jacket off.

Hoseok storms towards Jin who now has his head buried in his phone. When Jin doesn't acknowledge his presence, Hoseok slaps his phone out of his hands and it makes a loud cracking sound as it hits the ground.

“What the hell, Hoseok, you can pay for that,” Jin snarls, bending down to pick it up.

“Actually, I’m sure you’ll be able to afford the fix with the money you’ll save tonight. You're not invited,” Hoseok spits, earning a chorus of holy shit’s and no way’s from the members, as well as a beaming smile from you. You wrap your arms around his waist.

“No one can talk to my baby like that, don't you worry, you look amazing,” he assures you with a kiss.

Namjoon: You sit around the dinner table as a group. Jin brings various dishes out and you all praise and thank him for his hard work. As you dig into your meal, your boyfriend who is seated next to you asks about your day at school. Everyone else chatters away, drowning out your conversation so that only Namjoon can hear.

You ramble on about your day as Namjoon doesn't take his eyes off you, smiling in awe of your cuteness. The conversation around you dies out quickly as the boys focus on their meal, but you don't notice. You keep talking to Namjoon about school, your voice dominant in the room.

“And so now I have to write about-”

“Holy shit, Y/N, shut up! All you do is talk, and the fact that your voice is so fucking annoying doesn’t help either,” Jimin, who is sitting to your left, interrupts abruptly. You close your mouth instantly and carry on eating in silence, now feeling unwanted.

“Excuse me, Jimin, but I was listening. Show a bit of respect, because frankly, no one cares about your opinion,” Namjoon snaps at him. Jimin doesn't back off, however. Namjoon’s remark only angers him.

“I’ll tell you what people don't care about, hyung, is Y/N’s generic ass day. It’s the same shit every day. Save it for when you too suck each others tongues when you go to bed,” Jimin retorts through a mouthful of food. “Who even invited her, anyway? All she does is annoy people. The only thought going through my mind is telling her to shut up. And you know what else-”

“Jimin, all I can think right now is telling you to shut up,” Jungkook cuts him off with a laugh. You stifle a giggle at Jungkook’s brave interjection. Jimins glare shoots daggers at Jungkook causing you and him to stop laughing immediately.

“As I was saying, she is such a-”

“Jimin, I wouldn't keep going if I were you,” Namjoon scowls, placing a reassuring hand on your thigh.

“Why not? You don’t want her to have a cry at the table? Not bringing her next time will solve that problem-”

Namjoon slams his fists on the table causing everyone to flinch. He pushes himself out from the table and steps towards Jimin. He grabs his collar, forcing him to stand.

“Learn some decent respect, Jimin. You're acting like a child, so leave the table and go play with your block and chuck a tantrum elsewhere,” he states matter-of-factly, picking Jimins plate up and taking it to the kitchen. The members laugh at Jimins misfortune, and with a childish frown, he walks out of the room and up the stairs, subsequently turning on blaring music to make a point of himself.

You giggle at the table along with the other members and you finish you meal, sending Namjoon a grateful look. He smiles in return, proud of his efforts.

Jimin: “Strike!” Jungkook exclaims running back to the group. The members of his team cheer but yourself, Taehyung, Jin and Jimin look on in disappoint. You are losing the bowling match by a lot.

You walk up to have your turn when you hear whispers behind you. You spin around to see a glaring Taehyung gesture towards you whilst a frowning Jimin swats him away. You ignore the interaction and have your go. You bowl the ball and knock down nine pins. Jin and Jimin give you and overdramatic standing ovation as you take a mock bow, ignoring Taehyungs scowl. You bowl your second go and miss the pin.

You sit back down next to Taehyung. You accidentally bump him with your shoulder, your bare skin brushing against his. He spins around and looks you up and down.

“Don't touch me,” he mutters. You shuffle back over and apologise under your breath. He leans over to Jimin and whispers something to him. You only catch a few words.

“.....flirting.....looking at Jungkook.....touching me....break up...”

You frown and sit back in your chair wondering what you had done to anger Taehyung so much. Jimin glances at you and offers you an apologetic smile, sensing you had heard what Taehyung had said. You shrug in response, not letting it really bother you.

It’s Jimins turn to bowl. He stands up, leaving you and Taehyung alone. As soon as Jimin is out of earshot, Taehyung turns to you and leans in close.

“Don’t make me do it, Y/N. Leave him alone. He is better off without you,” he whispers harshly. “All you do is stare at Jungkook, don't think I haven't noticed.”

You're taken aback by Taehyungs rude words. You didn't know thats how he felt about you. You see Jimin glance back at you and he frowns when he sees Taehyung spitting insults at you. Once he bowls the ball, he marches back over to the two of you.

“Leave her alone, Tae,” Jimin suggests gently, making him back off a little. He crosses his arms.

“You've noticed it, too. She stares at Jungkook like he’s her next meal. Do you really want to date a sl-”

“Don't you finish that sentence, Kim Taehyung. Watch your mouth,” Jimin glowers. “Y/N is my world and if you do anything to jeopardise that you’ll need to return all your pointless gucci shit to pay for your hospital bills. How’s that sound?”

Taheyung doesn't answer. He stands up and walks to the bathroom without so much as a sound.

Jimin sits next to you and takes your hand.

“He’s jealous of you. Everyone wants a piece of me, but I’m all yours,” he chuckles with a wink, kissing your temple.

Taehyung: You all wait near your table at a nice restaurant you had gone to together for Taehyungs birthday. Waiting for the waiter to bring the bill over, you spark conversation with the members. As you talk with them about funny stories they have of Taehyung, Yoongi keeps reminding you of your supposed burden on the party with repeated glares and scoffs. You ignore him, focusing on Taehyungs special night.

In the middle of your story, Yoongi walks off to the bathroom to make a point of his attitude. You ignore it once again, continuing the story like you didn’t see the angry glare Yoongi had shot you.

You finish the story and everyone is in stitches laughing at Taehyung. You are all making a lot of noise waiting for the bill which seems to be taking a very long time. Yoongi returns from the bathroom and tried to re-eneter the group with no avail. He makes his way over to you, someone he can easily push past.

“Excuse me,” he growls at you. You don't hear him and continue your conversation unaware of Yoongi’s growing frustration. Taehyung spots him behind you and tries to alert you when you're suddenly shoved into the table, making a huge mess.

“I asked you to move, Y/N,” Yoongi states innocently, staring at you covered in red-wine stains. The entire restaurant is silent at the sight of the event. You are speechless. You know that Yoongi doesn't like you but you never thought he’d take it this far. You stand up and try to regain yourself when you see a fuming Taehyung storm towards Yoongi, fists and jaw clenched.

Taehyung shoves Yoongi, unaware of the scene he is creating. You try to tell Taehyung that it’s fine and not to escalate it further, but he doesn't hear you.

“What the hell, hyung? Can’t you let me be happy for one damn night?” he yells. Yoongi chuckles sarcastically before shoving him back, watching him stumble and crash into the waiter. Taehyung and the waiter plummet to the ground and the whole restaurant seems to gasp in unison. The room is so silent you can hear a pin drop.

Jungkook, Jimin, Hoseok, Jin and Namjoon sprint for the exit, not wanting to be caught in the mess. Taehyung quickly stand up and helps the waiter up, apologising profusely before shooting you a look that seems to say let’s get out of here. You nod, quickly glancing back at the unsuspecting Yoongi. You both take off for the door, hand in hand knowing fully well that Yoongi now has to pay for the very expensive bill by himself.

You burst out the doors, puffing and panting. You and the members all burst out laughing when you realise what had happened. You wait outside for Yoongi to come out, eager to see his expression. You look down in disappointment at your wine-stained dress, but internally shrug. You can't do anything now.

Yoongi busts out of the door, furious. “What the hell was that for?! Do you know how expensive that was?” he screeches. His expression softens slightly at the sight of you all laughing.

“Don’t ever lay a finger on Y/N again or you’ll be paying with your limbs next time,” Taehyung warns half-joking, half-deadly serious. You laugh at Yoongi’s worried expression, grabbing Taehyungs hand gratefully.

“Karma’s a bitch.”

Jungkook: Jungkook’s phones vibrates against the kitchen bench in front of you. He shoots a glance over his shoulder from the stove where he stands. Namjoon’s name and a cute photo of him lights the phone up.

“Who’s calling?” he asks, flipping the pancake in the pan.

“Joon,” you respond, spinning the vibrating phone under your finger, kind of teasing Namjoon in a way.

“Can you answer it, please? Put it on speaker.”

You slide the screen to answer the phone, pressing the speaker button. Jungkook turns around and tilts the pan letting the pancake slide onto your plate. You nod at him, letting him know that Namjoon is listening.

“Hey hyung, what’s up?” Jungkook calls in the general direction of the phone, carrying the pan to the sink. You pull your plate over and take a bite of the pancake. You hold two thumbs up to Jungkook, earning a warm smile.

“Where the hell are you?” Namjoons voice interjects, changing the mood completely. “I swear to God if you're with Y/N I’m going to lose my mind. This is probably the ninth practice you've missed, it’s getting ridiculous,” Namjoon screams into the phone, catching both yourself and Jungkook off guard.

Jungkook comes and sits down next to you, dragging the phone closer to him.

“Oh shit, sorry about that, I forgot that was today,” Jungkook lies unconvincingly. He glances over to you and rolls his eyes and you giggle before your hands flies to your mouth in an attempt to quieten your laugh.

“You are with, Y/N,” Namjoon seethes, causing you to fall immediately silent. “Jungkook, as your big brother is suggest you dump her. You're so behind in everything and it’s effecting your presence as an idol.” Your heart beats a little faster. You didn't know he felt this way about you.

“Hey, careful, you're on speaker,” Jungkook warns deeply, turning to you and opening his mouth for you to place a bit of pancake in. “Good, I want her to hear,” he snaps. “Y/N, you're a bad influence, and like come on, are you even worth it?” he adds with a sarcastic laugh. You retract into your seat and your smile fades into a frown.

“Um, sorry, who doesn't even have a girlfriend? Joon, you look like an egg,” Jungkook retorts through a mouthful of pancake, crumbs spraying all over the bench. You can't help but laugh at Jungkooks cocky remark despite your dampened mood.

Namjoon is silent on the other end but you can hear the other members laughing. He must also be on speaker. You take this opportunity of his silence to say something, perhaps to cool the situation a little.

“Namjoon, I’m really sorry about Jungkook not coming to practice. It won't happen again, we can work around it. I’m sure-”

“Shut up, Y/N. Everything that comes out of your mouth is pure shit, honestly. Put me back onto Jungkook, you and your vacuous comments make my mood even worse,” he barks causing you to flinch. Jungkook snatches the phone from your hand and brings it to his face, shooting you an apologetic look in the process.

“Pardon me, Namjoon, but don't you dare talk to her like that ever again or I will cut off both of your legs and beat you with them. Okay?” Jungkook threatens in an overly dramatised, innocent tone. Your eyes widen at the violent, likely...hopefully, mock threat.

“Listen here, Jungkook, if you don't get rid of her, I will,” Namjoon bellows, filling the quiet kitchen with static. The threat makes you a little worried. What the hell does that mean? you mouth to Jungkook.

“Bye bye, Joonie-poo. I don't talk to little four year olds, especially whilst they have a little tantrum. See you tomorrow morning for practice. Oh, and Y/N will be watching. Love you!” Jungkook chirps into the phone, promptly ending the call. He tosses his phone backwards onto the couch to avoid any raging messages that will surely be sent in less than three minutes.

“Adults are losers,” Jungkook mumbles, picking the plate up and licking all the syrup from it. “I won't let anyone talk to you like that. Not even him, he’s not God’s gift to earth. He can suck my ass with that attitude,” he rants, making you laugh and take his hands.

“Thanks, Kookie.”

BTS Social Media Headcannon

A/N: these are my favourite themes for the boys as instagram pages! requests open xx

BTS reaction to you catching them cheating on you

A/N: these are probs gonna be really long lol

Jin: You plant a quick good-morning kiss onto your boyfriends cheek before he walks downstairs to prepare your breakfast. With a smile on your face, you sit up in your bed, letting out a yawn. The cold bedroom air nips at your bare skin, encouraging you to go put something warmer on.

You stand up sleepily, brushing the unruly hair off of your forehead and rubbing your eyes. You shuffle towards the closet and swing open the doors. You fumble around for a jumper and some pants when a bright pink article falls out of one of the drawers.

You lean down and pick it up, realising its a pink bra that you don't recognise. You squint your eyes trying to get a better look, perhaps trying to recognise it as your own. You turn it over and see an unfamiliar name on the tag. Your heart begins to race and your dinner from last night threatens to make a reappearance. You ruffle through more of the wardrobe until you retrieve a grey hoodie, the fragrant scent of womens perfume emitting from it. You check the tag and see the same name written there.

“No way, Jin wouldn't, theres no way,” you whisper to yourself, trying to disprove what you already know to be true. Tears form in your eyes and begin to fall. You're angry as well as sad.

When Jin hears the closet door slam upstairs, he knows something is wrong.

“Y/N, you alright?” he calls out to you, earning no response. He walks up the stairs, oblivious to the situation. He enters the room to see you standing next to the closet, a pink bra and a grey hoodie in each hand. Tears stain your cheeks and Jin’s stomach drops. His heart begins to leap out of his chest.

‘Y/N, I-”

“Shut up, I don't want to hear it,” you scream, pelting the garments at a shocked Jin standing in the doorway.

“It was one time, I am so sorry, I will do anything to make it up to you, just please,” Jin pleads, tears falling from his own eyes. He knows what he did was wrong. He would do anything to take it back.

“Get out.” Jin doesn't move, hoping you don't mean it. “I said get out!” you scream louder, causing him to flinch. He lets out a deep sigh and nods slowly before collecting the small things from the room. You stand with your face in your hands sobbing loudly. “I’ll come by and get the rest tomorrow,” he mumbles before making his way down the stairs, hearing yours strangled sobs getting softer and softer.

Yoongi: You are out with your girlfriends while your boyfriend Yoongi had told you he was at home. You are having a great time, screaming your favourite song lyrics and dancing like crazy. You feel a man come up behind you and try to dance with you, grabbing your waist and pulling you close. You turn around and face him.

“Oh, no thanks, unavailable,” you laugh. The man nods and smiles sweetly, understanding. The other girls walk over to you, most of them far more intoxicated than yourself.

“You wanna go get some take out?” one of them slurs, stumbling and struggling to stay upright. You giggle and take her arm, nodding. You all make your way towards the exit. One of you friends grabs your shoulder.

“Hey Y/N, isn't that Yoongi?” she asks, pointing to a man with a flirtatious girl hanging off his arm, her tight black dress hugging her curves. You shake your head, slightly frowning. “It wouldn't be, he's at home,” you respond sounding unconvinced. The man your friends thinks is Yoongi has his head down as he talks to the bouncer. He glances at the girl he has on his arm and pecks her lips quickly.

You make your way towards the doorway. The man looks familiar, but you trust Yoongi. You feel something is wrong in the pit of your stomach, but you try to brush it off. You keep moving with your two drunk friends with the help of your other, sober, friend. As you arrive at the exit, the man looks up, locking eyes with you. You jaw drops and your blood runs cold.

“Oh fuck,” Yoongi mutters, releasing the girl from his arm. You can't move, you can't breathe and all you feel is anger. Yoongi rushes towards you, trying to grab your hands. You slap them away push his chest, causing him to stumble backwards.

“Y/N, listen to me. She means nothing to me,” gesturing to the girl he had brought in. The girl frowns and walks back out of the club in a huff. “I am sorry, I don't know what I was thinking-”

“Yoongi, go home, get all your stuff and get the hell out, because if you're there when I get home, you’re going to wish you never met me,” you cut him off calmly. He opens his mouth to respond but you don't let him. “Go!”

Yoongi lets out a deep breathe and clenches his jaw. You think he is going to say something, but instead he turns and walks out just in time for him not to see you crying.

Hoseok: “Hey do you mind if you send me that photo we took yesterday?” you ask Hoseok who sits next to you on the couch. He is invested in this stupid crime show you always watch together.

“You can do it, you know my password,” he responds handing you his phone without taking his eyes off the TV. You let out a small chuckle and take his phone from his hand. You unlock his phone and the last application he had been using opens up straight away. It’s his messages. You go to close the app when you notice something. The messages containing hearts and x’s aren't to you. They're to another girl. You frown.

I’m free today after 2, come over xx, one message from Hoseok reads. A thought suddenly occurs to you. You work at 2 o’clock today.

You scroll up a little. Erotic photos of the girl flood the screen and your breathing hitches. Hoseok had asked for the photo. He compliments her like he does to you.

“Hoseok,” you choke out. He snaps his head around to you, alarmed by your tone. “Who is Jisoo?”

Hoseok glances at the phone in your hands, seeing the photos. He sighs and sits back in the couch, staring at the ceiling. “How long has this been going on?” you whisper, your voice trembling. Hoseok pauses, chewing his bottom lip before turning to face you.

“A few months,” he mumbles. “I was going to end it, I swear,” he lies, knowing he doesn't even believe it himself.

You shake your head and push yourself away from Hoseok. You rub your face with you hands, a million thoughts going through your mind. He leans towards you.

“I am so sorry, Y/N,” he apologises reaching for your hand.

“You're sorry you got caught, Hoseok. I think you should leave,” you snap, sniffling as the tears begin to fall. Hoseok merely nods before taking his phone and leaving, subsequently deleting the other girls number.

Namjoon: You trudge through the door of your shared apartment with Namjoon after a rough night out. Your vision is slightly blurred and you stomach churns from the over indulgence in alcohol. Setting your bag down, you begin to stumble up the stairs, eager to get changed and go to sleep with your boyfriend.

As you walk up the stairs, the creaking of your bed coming from your bedroom confuses you. You continue up the stairs and you finally reach your bedroom. You open the door quietly as if not to wake the supposedly sleeping Namjoon. When you open the door fully, however, you realise he isn't sleeping. His naked body lays over another girl. His body moves rhythmically over her as her moans fill the room. You feel any incoherency leave your body as you're now fully aware of your surroundings.

“What the fuck!” you yell causing Namjoons to snap his head up to look at you. The girl stops moaning and Namjoon hurriedly gets off of the girl and covers them both with blankets.

“I-I thought you were out,” Namjoon stammers, sweat beads glistening on his forehead. The girl stares at you with doe-like eyes. You stare back at her, shooting daggers her direction. You then change your glare to Namjoon.

“You fucking prick,” you seethe. He sinks lower into the bed.

Looking back at the girl, you point to the door. “Get out. Now.” She grabs her clothes and puts them on as you turn away. She scurries out of the room and slams the door behind her. You turn back around to meet Namjoon’s apologetic eyes. “Why?” is all you manage to get out without absolutely losing your mind. “I-I..I don't know..” he whispers. You shake your head and laugh manically, using your anger as a coping mechanism.

“Dont lie to me. What does she have that I can't give you? How many nights have you done this? Have I been sleeping in the same place you fucked the brains out of some side piece? Was I the side piece?” you scream at him.

Namjoon stands up and begins to say something, but you cut him off.

“I’m leaving. I’ll pick up my stuff next week. Delete my number, we’re done,” you snap, turning on your heel. You storm down the stairs, grabbing your bags with tears of anger blinding you.

Jimin: “I’m just going to the bathroom,” you say to Jimin standing up from the couch. You grab the remote and pause the movie you are in the middle of watching.

“Okay babe, I’ll go get some food,” he responds sweetly, walking towards the kitchen.

You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror, washing your hands. The sweet scent of vanilla soap lingers in the room as you look at your reflection. You can hear Jimin’s faint voice in the kitchen. You think nothing of it until you hear a phrase that makes you frown in confusion.

“No, she's in the bathroom right now. She doesn't know, don't worry about it,” you hear him say in a hushed tone. You wonder who he is talking to. You decide you want to find out what he is doing behind your back. You silently open the door, leaving it open so it doesn't make a noise. You walk along the carpet, careful not to make a sound.

As you approach the doorway to the kitchen, your heart stops. “I can't wait to fuck you again, she’s nothing compared to you,” he utters quietly with a playful giggle. Your throat begins to burn and your stomach drops. You forget all about trying to be careful and you step carelessly, causing the floor to creak beneath you. Jimin spins around at lightning speed. His eyes widen at the sight of you in the doorway.

“I-I’ve got to go,” he stutters to the person on the other end. He ends the call and places his phone down slowly, avoiding your gaze.

“How long have you been there, Y/N?” he asks quietly, running his hand through the front of his hair. Neither of you speak for a while and neither of you move.

“Who was that?” you ask, breaking the silence. Jimin glances up at you, glassy-eyed.

“That’s not important,” Jimin says bluntly.

“Fucking hell Jimin, tell me who it was!” you yell, angrily tossing your phone in his general direction, colliding with the dishes and cups on the counter. Jimin flinches at the sound.

“She’s just a colleague,” he whispers staring at the ground. You nod, chewing on your lip. You walk towards him. You stop directly in front of him and reach for your phone that lies directly behind him on the counter. You hear him sniffle lightly and you feel sick. “You don't get to feel sad, you asshole,” you mutter to him. You turn around and saunter out of the house leaving everything you own behind along with all of your shared memories.

Taehyung: You sip at the hot coffee in your mug, feeling it run down your throat into your stomach, warming you from the inside out. You stare at your textbook in front of you. You like to study in coffee shops. The atmosphere gives you a motivational buzz and the aroma relaxes you. You place the mug back down and pick your pen. You take notes on your subjects, loving the feeling of productivity. You hear the jingling of the bell signifying some has walked into the coffee shop. You hear a familiar voice accompanied by that of someone you don't recognise.

You glance up and a huge smile erupts on your face when you see your boyfriend Taehyung enter the shop. It quickly fades when you see another girl clutching his hand in hers. Your breathing shallows and your pen drops from your hands. He doesn't notice you. You don't want to jump to conclusions. Maybe it isn't what you think it is. They sit in a booth opposite to each other, never letting go of each others hands. You watch them from where you are, unable to move.

Taehyung leans across the table and kisses the girl tenderly and you feel your heart shatter. You feel slightly dizzy and you shake your head, hoping its a nightmare. Your confusion turns into sadness and heartbreak.

You slowly stand up and make your way over to where they are. Taehyung spots you walking over and quickly drops the girls hands. He flashes a smile at you, acting as if nothing had happened.

“Hey Y/N, this is my-”

“New girlfriend? That’s awesome to hear, Tae, because I heard your old one is fucking done with you,” you cut him off, sadness evident your voice. Your eyes well with tears and Taehyung quickly stands up.

“No, it’s not what it looks like, I promise,” he blurts out, eyes wide. “Really? Because to me it looks like you're cheating on me, and from that saliva exchange I just witnessed, I’m pretty sure I'm right,” you sob, crying audibly now. The whole cafe is looking at you, but you don't care. He walks towards you with his arms open but you push him backwards into the table, causing his coffee to break and spill. You turn and run to your table, hurriedly grabbing all your things. You grab a handful of money out of your pocket and slam in onto the table, not caring for change as you hurry out of the cafe, tears staining your papers.

Jungkook: You smile excitedly as you shut your car door behind you. You had decided you wanted to bring the boys some lunch in their break so that they didn't have to leave. You enter the building in one the of the best moods you have been in for a while. The warm air of the building welcomes you and you make your way to the studio that the boys are in.

You walk down the hallway and see six of the boys walking your way. All of them except for Jungkook. You flash them a smile and they stop in front of you.

“Hey Y/N, what're you doing here?” Jimin asks sweetly, offering you a warm hug.

“I bought this for you guys so you wouldn't have to leave,” you answer, handing them each the lunch you had in your hands. They all smile at you, graciously taking the meals.

“Thank you so much, Y/N, you're a living legend,” Namjoon beams appreciatively. The boys nod in agreement, each thanking you individually with a hug.

“Do you guys know where Jungkook is?” you ask them as they begin to walk towards the lounging area.

“He’s still in the studio, he wants to perfect the choreography by the end of today,” Taehyung calls back over his shoulder. You smile at the thought of your hardworking boyfriend. You continue down the hall towards the studio excited to see Jungkook. You lean your back against the door and push against it so it opens, unable to use your hands as they carry Jungkooks food. As you turn around into the dance studio, you see Jungkook leaning over a female backup dancer, pinning her to the wall. Their lips move together as Jungkooks hands run up and down the dancers body.

The door closes with a loud bang, and Jungkook looks up at you like a deer caught in headlights. He quickly steps back off the girl and the hand that was feeling every inch of the girls body now rests on the back of his neck.

“Shit, Y/N, why are you here?” he asks, his voice stern. The dancer, looks at you, to Jungkook, then back at you, before making her way out of the studio. You don't break eye contact with Jungkook as the girl closes the door behind her. You hold the box you had bought for your boyfriend out in front of you.

“I....I bought this for you... I thought you might be hungry,” you choke out, your voice cracking. Jungkook raises both his hands and rests them on his head as he sighs. “Fuck... I really fucked up, Y/N, I’m sorry, forgive me please,” he pleads, walking over to you. You hold your hand up signalling for him to stop.

“Don't come near me,” you whisper, placing the box on the ground. You slowly back away and leave the studio, Jungkook calling your name for you to come back. You don't listen. You sprint down the hall, alerting the boys in the other area that something had happened. They call your name too, worried. You keep running all the way to your car. You drive away, the images of Jungkook and the girl imprinted in your mind.

BTS on Valentines Day

A/N: yo so this is a couple days late soz idk how the calendar i have lived by for 17 years works, deepest apologies.

Jin: You reach out your arms, half-asleep, towards Jin’s side of the bed, touching nothing but empty, cold bedsheets. You frown to yourself at the lack of Jin in your bed. You retract you arm and sit up, looking around for him. The cold winter air that seeped in through your bedroom window last night fills the air and you touch your cold, pink nose. You sniffle a little before sighing and laying back down, thinking Jin is probably in the bathroom.

You wrap yourself back in blankets just as you hear the stairs creaking. You hear Jin curse to himself as he makes a lot of noise. You hear him whisper to himself about Valentines Day and you smile. You pretend not to hear Jin who attempts to be stealthy. He thinks you are still asleep, wincing at every creak in the steps. You giggle to yourself, piecing together what Jin is up to. He finally reaches the doorway and clears his throat, causing you to sit back up in bed, a huge smile on your face.

“’Cause all of me loves all of you, love your....um” he sings melodically, struggling to remember the words yet still sounding heavenly. He decides to skip to the next few lines, laughing at your quizzical expression. “Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you, you're my...something, you know what? You get the point. Happy Valentines Day, Y/N.” he chirps after his failed serenade, carrying a tray of french toast, pancakes and maple syrup, and a warm hot chocolate, rose petals scattered over the tray. He hands you the tray, beaming as he sees your smiling face. You giggle like a child as Jin bows to you, treating you like royalty. He reaches for his pockets and retrieves more petals, blowing them off his hand into your face, laughing when a few lands in the hot chocolate.

“Jin, you're so extra, you know that?” you inform him cheekily. He pushes his lips into a kissy face and closes his eyes, making smooching noises in your direction.

You reach up and gently tug the neckline of his shirt down so his face is level with yours. You kiss him tenderly. “Thank you, Jin, I love you so much.”

Yoongi: You know that Yoongi isn’t the romantic type, but the fact he hasn’t acknowledged Valentines Days is a bit disappointing to you. Yoongi is due to pick you up in around 20 minutes from work and you contemplate maybe buying him something while you wait, but decide against it.

Happy Valentines Day, babe, you had texted him earlier in the day in the hopes that he might've forgotten and just needed reminding.

Haha, I’ll pick you up at 5? he had responded, brushing the entire idea off completely.

You watch his car pull up and you get in, making small talk about yours and his day. He wears a huge baggy jumper making his head look remarkably small. He had had a boring day, as had you. You are heading towards home when he makes a left two blocks earlier than usual. You glance at him but he seems unfazed.

“Yoongi, where are we going?” you ask, frowning.

“Hm? Oh, no where,” he responds, pretending to be oblivious, smiling a little.

Just as you look forwards again, you notice he is pulling into a fancy restaurant. You look horrid, still dressed in your work clothes. Before you can complain, Yoongi steps out of the car, walks around and opens your door.

“Madam,” he says holding his hand out like a butler. You take his hand and step out of the car daintily, a smile painted on your face. He remembered.

“Yoongi, this is so sweet! But look at how I am dressed, I can’t go in looking like this,” you state, frowning a little. Yoongis expression doesn't change, rather, he releases your hand walks towards the boot of the car.

“Fear not, Miss Y/L/N, for I am Min Yoongi, and I am a forward thinker.”

The boot pops open and he pulls out a long, sleek, black dress wrapped in a plastic cover. You clasp your face with your hands, gasping in admiration at the dress. Yoongi beams at your reaction. He hands you your dress, then steps back and removes his hoodie and trackpants, revealing a smart-looking tuxedo. You laugh at his cocky smile. You feel bad for doubting his intentions earlier and thank him profusely for the dress. He offers you his hand.

“Shall we?”

Hoseok: You sigh as you close your door behind you, leaning back against it. The whole house is silent and you assume Hoseok isn't home yet. You had had a long day at work with a moody boys as well as running errands afterwards. You wipe the sweat that had plastered your hair to your face off with your sleeve. After a few moments, you stand up straight and make your way to your bedroom, craving your bed.

Your house smells of vanilla and flowers and you're confused, but think nothing of it. You reach the doorway and pry open the door, blindly fumbling for the light. As the room becomes visible, you see Hoseok standing there, a bunch of red and pink assorted balloons in one hand, a stuffed bear in the other. The floor is absolutely covered in rose petals and the bedsheets and pillow cases have been changed to a baby pink colour.

You gasp and burst into laugher. Hoseok walks over to you and hands you the gifts.

“Happy Valentines Day, Y/N!” he chirps with excitement. You fling your arms around him, kissing his cheeks. You hug him tight, grateful for his thoughtfulness. You peek over his shoulder and see two packed suitcases. You step back from him and frown a little.

“Hoseok?” you ask.

“Oh yes, I almost forgot,” he responds with a sly smile. He digs into his back pocket and pulls out two pieces of paper. He hands them to you. You're confused for a second. You skim the pieces of paper and squeal almost instantly.

“We are going to Italy?!” you scream in delight. Hoseok nods his head excitedly, grabbing your hands and spinning you around. You kiss his lips happily, thankful for his gifts. Your heart beats out of your chest, nervous for the trip. You had spoken about this trip before, but you ever thought it would actually happen. You can't stop smiling and your cheeks begin to hurt.

“Hoseok, I love you so much!”

Namjoon: Your hand is clasped in Namjoon’s as you make your way down the street and towards a cute cafe on the corner of the street you live. It’s a tradition of yours to go here almost every weekend. You glance up at your boyfriend. Namjoon pokes his tongue out, catching a few snowflakes. You giggle and snuggle up closer to him as you approach the cafe.

You enter the room and are hit with the scent of coffee. The bustling atmosphere makes you feel warm and happy. You take a seat in a little couples-booth, hand in hand. You stare at Namjoon, taken aback by his breathless good looks. Your heart leaps thinking about how you can call this man yours. he flashes a toothy smile at you, making your heart flutter.

He stands up and walks over to look at the menu and take your orders. He already knows what you will order, as you have done this so many times.

As he comes back and takes a seat, he sparks conversation about places you might want to travel together. Happy with the topic choice, you beam. You talk about your future together and you both feel giddy, fitting for Valentines Day.

The waiter eventually brings over the coffee orders and sets yours down in front of you and you smile at the chocolate shaped heart on top of the milky foam. However, Namjoon’s coffee slips out of the waiters hands, crashing to the ground and spilling everywhere. The waiter apologies profusely and becomes flustered, hurrying off to get some cleaning materials. Namjoon bends down to the smashed coffee cup and begins to clean it up as you look on in shock. After the smashed glass is all in a pile, Namjoon reaches into his pocket and pulls something out. You're confused.

“What are you doing?” you ask him with a puzzled laugh. He looks up at you and holds out a small box in front of you, and your expression changes drastically. Your breathing hitches. “No way,” you breathe.

“Y/N, will you marry me?” he asks, his eyes glinting. His veins feel like they’re going to burst and the world seems to go in slow motion. He is sweating despite the freezing temperature and the entire room goes silent. You burst into tears of happiness, standing up and clasping your hands over your face. You try to catch your breath. You nod your head vigorously as you watch a few tears spill over his own eyelids. He stands up and takes your hand, placing the diamond ring on your finger. You throw yourself into his arms and sob into his shoulder. The crowded cafe applauds at the beautiful sight and cheers for you both.

“Happy Valentines Day, Y/N.”

Jimin: Jimin is driving home from the airport. He had just caught a plane home from his tour in Japan and he is due to arrive at your house in around 30 minutes. He shakes with anticipation at the thought of seeing your face again. Jimins plans are a surprise for you and he smiles to himself as he drives down the freeway.

You are seated alone at your dining room table eating dinner. You assume Jimin will be home in a week or two. You sit back in your chair and sigh to yourself. You love Jimin but you hate that he has to travel without you for his job.

“Happy Valentines Day,” you whisper to yourself. The house is dead silent as you leave the TV turned off. You don't want to admit your dependancy on Jimin, but right now, you feel very alone. You place your dishes away and make your way u p to your room. You plan to read for maybe an hour or two after your shower.

Just as you step out of the shower, shivering as the cold air hits your body, Jimin pulls into your driveway. The sounds of his car are drowned out by your blaring music. Jimin chuckles to himself as he hears his solo song pumping through your speakers. He walks up to the door, humming the tune and isn't surprised when it’s locked. He goes to look under the pot plant where the spare key always is, but he is disheartened to see that it isn't there. He didn't take his key with him to Japan because he didn't think he would need it. Sighing deeply, he wanders around looking for an open window. There is one window that doesn't have the curtains drawn, and its your bedroom. Just as Jimin reaches the window, you walk into the room and slip your towel off, exposing your body to Jimin’s hidden eyes. Jimins heart flutters at seeing you, admiring your beautiful figure.

After a few moments, he snaps out of his trance and taps on your window. You are lost in your thoughts, thinking about Jimin and the tour when you hear the noise. You jump, startled at the noise. You spin around and see a figure in your window and you let out a scream, your heart feeling like it’s in your throat. Jimin bursts out laughing and you quickly notice that the figure is indeed your boyfriend. You let out an audible gasp, clutching your chest, puzzled at the same time as being absolutely elated. You rush over to the window, covering your body with the towel. You unlatch the window and step back, watching on in disbelief as your boyfriend clumsily climbs through your window.

“Jimin, I thought you were meant to-” you begin, emotion flooding your voice. Puffing and panting, Jimin wraps his arms around you and hugs you. “I came home early, Y/N, for you. Happy Valentines Day,” he whispers into your hair, you heart pounding against his chest.

Taehyung: You sit in the car, a blindfold wrapped around your eyes. Taehyung had promised you a surprise for Valentines Day, and as you sit in the car with the radio filling the silence, you wonder what on Earth he could be doing. You tap your foot to the beat of the music, smiling to yourself, giddy at the thought of the surprise. You use all of your self control not to take off your blindfold.

You're beginning to wonder what is taking so long when you hear the car door open.

“Hey, uh, Y/N? I’m going to need you to get out of the car. Don't take your blindfold off, just, you know, try to make your way over here,” he asks, sounding as if he is struggling with something. You frown underneath your blindfold but do as you're asked. You fumble for the door handle and warily step out of the car. You leave on hand on the car as you stumble towards Taehyungs voice, using the care to keep you orientated.

“Um, stop, please stay still, don't do that, stop,” is all you can hear from Taehyung. You have never been more confused but let out a small laugh. You finally arrive in front of Taehyung as he struggles to do whatever it is he is doing.

“Okay, Y/N, you can take your blindfold off now,” he says, stumbling over his words. You're sort of scared to remove it, yet the anticipation is killing you.

You remove your blindfold and slowly open your eyes. You face lights up completely when you see Taehyung holding an unruly puppy, flipping and bouncing around in his arms. The puppy has a red bow around it’s neck and Taehyung struggles to keep him contained.

You squeal and jump up and down before running towards Taehyung and taking the energetic puppy from his hands. He opens his arms wide. “Happy Valentines Day! I named him Valentino, get it, Valentines day?” he exclaims with a beaming smile. You cuddle the puppy. The puppy is perfect and you can’t be any happier.

“I love him, Tae, oh my god! Thank you so much!” you call out to him, trying to hold the boisterous puppy, your heart beating hard and fast as you watch Taehyung smiling at the surprises success.

Jungkook: Wow, look at you, you found the final clue, head towards the place we met, you know what to do :) You smile as you fold and place the final clue of Jungkook’s Valentines Day scavenger hunt in your back pocket.

The other clues had led you to different milestones in yours and Jungkook’s relationship. The clues had led you to the place you first kissed each other, then to the coffee shop you had your first fight at and then to the place of your first date. The fourth one took you to the area you first made love to each other, which had made you cringe as it had happened awkwardly in a car in a drive-in movie theatre, and the fifth clue had led you where you are now, the spot where Jungkook had asked you to be his girlfriend. You smile thinking about the fond memory.

You walk back towards your car and turn it on. You know exactly where the final clue leads. You had met at the beach two summers ago. Jungkooks friend had thought that your best friend was attractive and Jungkook had egged him on, encouraging him to ask for her number. When they came over to talk to her, Jungkook and you locked eyes and instantly hit it off. Now look where you are, still together, more in love than ever.

You pull up to the carpark of the beach of which your shared apartment sits only two or three blocks away from. You hop out of you car and lock it behind you. Your stomach flips and turns, excited for what Jungkook has planned. You make your way down the sand, slipping and stumbling a few times on the way. A few hundred metres away, you see lights. You assume that that’s where Jungkook is. You break into a brisk jog towards the lights, happiness visible on your face. You are so excited to see Jungkook, even though you saw him earlier today.

You approach Jungkooks location, now seeing that it is a table set up for two, with candles lining the way there. Rose petals litter the sand and a beautiful meal is set out on both sides of the table. Jungkook stands by the table, dressed in a white shirt, black dress pants and a tie.

“Took you long enough!” Jungkook calls out to you. Your heart skips and leaps at the sight of your boyfriend. You laugh and skip through the candlelit walkway, smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt. You walk over to Jungkook and hug him around the waist, his chin resting on your head.

“Jungkook, thank you, this is so damn sweet of you,” you murmer into his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat on your cheek.

“I love you so much, Y/N, Happy Valentines Day.”

Kiss For a Discount

Warnings: swearing

Words: 1.8k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: tattoo artist!jungkook, smoochy smoochy

A/N: yo i had a dream about this last night and i wanted to write it down. Its generic and been done before but i love it so much. Also let me know if you want more parts of this bc it was fun to write and its my fave headcannon x

You sit in the cool tattoo parlour waiting for the artist to arrive. You recently turned 18 and finally decide to get a tattoo, that you had always wanted, done. The smell of sterilisation and metal flows through your nostrils as you fidget in the chair, staring at the designs and photos all over the wall. You look at the photos for inspiration for your next tattoo. You love the look of them and love the idea of marking your skin with something either meaningful or aesthetically pleasing. You are lost in your own thoughts, thinking about what other tattoos you want.

You hear footsteps walking your way and your thoughts dissipate. You turn around to see a tall, dark haired man walk over to you. He is dressed in tight-fitting black jeans as well as a tight black shirt, outlining his sculpted body, complimenting his honey-toned skin. He has piercings all up his ears and a glinting, silver ring wraps around his bottom lip. Inked images of dragons, flowers, words and numbers decorate his exposed arms. As he approaches, the smell of cologne hits you like a train, drowning out the unpleasant, hospital-like scent of the tattoo parlour.

“Hello, here for a tattoo are we?” A voice as smooth as butter flows from the mans mouth, as he raises his eyebrows. The man is very attractive adding to your nerves. He sits down in front of you and puts some latex gloves over his large hands.

“Um, yeah,” you respond shakily, now more nervous than ever for your first tattoo. He chuckles and leans forward, his elbows resting on his thighs. “First one?” he queries with a comforting smile. You nod, unable to look away from his alluring hazel eyes.

“What do you want tattooed...” he trails of, gesturing for you to introduce yourself.

“Oh, I’m Y/N,” you offer as you retrieve a piece of paper from your back pocket.

“Y/N, I’m Jungkook,” he adds soothingly. He takes the piece of paper from you, examining the illustration on it. On the page are two small flowers with the stems overlapping, made up of fine and intricate lines, only about the total diameter of your palm. He smiles and looks up. Jungkook likes to do small tattoos, especially ones that he find aesthetically pleasing.

“And you want this where?” he questions, his eyes looking deep into yours sending a weird feeling through your veins.

“Um, my left shoulder blade,” you answer, reaching around and pointing the exact area. He nods.

“Awesome. Well, I’m going to need you to take off your shirt, and just unclip your bra and take the left strap off. You can keep yourself covered, wouldn't wanting you flashing my coworkers,” he directs with a wink, standing up. Your cheeks flush red. You don't have an issue taking your shirt off, you obviously knew you had to, getting a tattoo on your back. The fact that Jungkook doesn't shift his gaze from you, however, makes you embarrassed, but you comply nonetheless. You take your shirt off and catch Jungkook glancing at you briefly, before quickly looking away, pretending he hadn't seen anything. You smile to yourself at his feeble attempt of being subtle. Jungkook bites his lip, facing away from you. Seeing your bare skin had affected him, the reason unbeknownst to him. He had seen many girls shirtless, in and outside the parlour, but maybe it’s because he finds you more than sexy. More than hot. More than anything skin deep. You're not only beautiful, but there’s just something about you that makes him want more. He shakes the thought from his mind and returns to where you're seated with his equipment in hand.

After he sterilises and stencils the artwork onto your back where you want it, he brings the gun out, and just seeing it makes you question whether you really want to go through with this. Sensing your nerves, Jungkook clears his throat.

“You ready? You seem a bit nervous,” he states with a chuckle. You nod, just wanting it to be done with.

“Yep, just go,” you choke out. He shakes his head with a laugh before returning to his position behind you.

The noise of the tattoo gun startles you and as you feel the needle piercing your skin, you wince in pain. He notices your muscles tense and hears you suck in a deep breath and he instantly feels bad, something he doesn't usually feel as a tattoo artist, however, you seem so pure and soft, and doesn't want to taint you, nor make you feel any pain. The idea of your innocent, pure vibe disappears once you open your mouth to speak.

“Oh fuck me,” you groan, biting down on your finger.

“It would be unethical for me to fuck my clients, Y/N,” he jokes matter-of-factly. “However, I do accept phone numbers, and kisses earn you a discount.” You can feel his breath on your back and it makes your stomach turn.

“You can have my number if I make it out of here without crying, Jungkook,” you retort, trying to ignore the sharp, repetitive pinch on your shoulder blade. He laughs breathily, and you can hear him chewing on his lip, the ring clinking against his teeth.

“Deal.”

You smile to yourself, distracted momentarily by the soothing voice of the tattoo artist.

The tattooing goes by with a running commentary from yourself including lots of swearing and phrases like ‘fuck this stupid shit I don't care if i have half a tattoo’, and, ‘Jungkook, you're the worst tattoo artist ever. I don't care how it looks, it hurts too much,’ earning laughs and beaming smiles from both yourself and Jungkook.

The tattoo is finally finished after what seems like far too long for a small tattoo, but you've never been more relieved. You sigh deeply and Jungkook cleans the tattoo gently. You shudder, the tattoo stinging at his touch. Jungkook takes his time, trying to absorb the moments he has touching your flawless skin.

“Not to boast, or anything, but it looks really good,” he remarks cockily, breaking the silence. "Let me take a photo, then I’ll let you see.” You nod as he goes to the other room to fetch his camera. Your shoulder hurts like hell, but you're glad you came to get it done. Jungkook made the entire experience so much better and to be honest, it didn't hurt as much as you made it out to. You can hear other people cursing and commenting on their pain accompanied by the monotonous buzzing of the tattoo guns throughout the parlour.

In the other room, Jungkook takes a few deep breaths. He doesn't know what this feeling is. He doesn't understand how you can make him feel... breathless. He shuffles through the drawers, trying to find a camera. He doesn't usually take photos of clients unless they request for him to do so, but he needs to capture this moment in a photo. He fears what you think of him, wondering if perhaps all he is to you is a boring tattoo artist, making him sigh out loud.

He returns to the room you're seated in with a grin plastered on his face, excited to show your your tattoo.

“Y/N, I think you're going to love it,” he giggles, marching around to your back. He snaps a few photos from different angles before sitting down next to you and pulling up the photos. You look at his camera and gasp. It’s perfect. It turned out exactly how you wanted. Jungkook smiles at your reaction. You grab the camera from him to examine it more closely.

“Oh my God, Jungkook, it’s amazing. You're so talented,” you breathe, in awe of his work. You look up at him. “Thank you.”

He smiles and nods at you, red flowing to his cheeks.

“This is definitely going to go on my wall, if that’s okay,” he asks, still staring at the photo. “So beautiful,” he adds in a whisper

You nod, giving him permission. “I agree. It is beautiful.”

He looks at you again, glancing from your eyes, to your lips and back up.

“I, uh, I wasn't... exactly talking about the tattoo,” he stammers, chewing on his lip ring. He mentally kicks himself, his fear of rejection making a reappearance in the form of the sudden urge to throw up. When he sees you the blood rush to your face and glance at the ground, smiling shyly, he feels much more at ease.

“I’m serious,” he speaks up again, more confidently this time. You return your gaze to him and notice he hasn't looked away.

He shuffles closer to you and the two of you are now inches away from each other. All either of you can hear is each others breathing. He flicks his tongue over his lip and leans in towards you without hesitation. You don't have any control over your actions as you automatically lean in to meet his lips with yours. Your heart is beating out of your chest as your lips dance with each other. He lifts one hand to cup your face, his thumb on your cheek, his fingers tangled in your hair. The other hand grips your waist and pulls you into him. You reach over and place your hand on his thigh. At your touch, Jungkook gasps gently and you feel his lips part slightly. Jungkook deepens the kiss, leaning over you. The places where Jungkooks hands are tingle and goosebumps form all over your body. Fireworks explode in Jungkook’s mind. The moment you had walked in, he was so entranced by you that he was worried he might ruin your tattoo out of nervousness. Your lips are soft like rose petals against his, and your kiss tastes of cinnamon. The taste of metal and mint fills your mouth and the sensation of his cold, metallic lip ring against your lips is something you hadn't experienced before.

Suddenly, you both realise where you are. You pull away, the taste of him still lingering on your lips. You open your eyes and see a shy, smiling Jungkook. He retracts his hands and runs one through his hair, looking away.

“S-Sorry, that was unprofessional,” he mutters. You chuckle and shake your head. You stand up and hold your hand out. Jungkook raises an eyebrow, confused. You smile at him.

“I made it out without crying. Don't you want my number, still?” you question, still holding your hand out. Jungkook breathes out, smiling, and pulls his phone from his pocket. He unlocks it and types a few words before handing it to you. On the screen, he has opened a new contact. The name of the contact is Y/N the Beautiful, Swearing Client. Your face lights up as you type your number into the contact. You hand his phone back to him and he stands up.

You gather your things and walk over to the front of the parlour. Just as you're about to pay, you remember what he said earlier. You touch your lips gently with your fingers, verily remembering the feeling of his lips on yours, then you smirk at Jungkook.

“How about that discount?”

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Part One

BTS reaction to you becoming pregnant from a family of frequent miscarriages

This might be depressing but can you do a bts reaction where miscarriages are frequent in their s/o’s family and their s/o finds out they are pregnant?

A/N: trigger warning yo, sorry if this took a little while to post, hope it came out how you wanted x

Jin: “Jin, I’m pregnant,” you mumble, biting your lip, staring at the positive test in your hands. A look of elation spreads across his face. He rushes over to you and hugs you.

“Oh my god, Y/N, that’s fantastic! I can’t believe it!” He stands backs smiling brightly with his hands resting on your shoulders. He ruffles one hand through his hair and chuckles to himself. He is overjoyed at the thought of you carrying his child. When he notices your forced smile, his fades.

“Y/N? Is something wrong?” he asks worriedly unsure of your reaction.

“My family, you know how they...” you trail off, chewing the tip of your thumb nervously.

“Oh...” he stares at you, biting his lip. He thinks for a few moments before clearing his throat. “Y/N, I am going to stick by you no matter what. Whatever you decide to do, I will support you wholeheartedly. Whatever happens, happens, and I will be by your side every step of the way,” he says with a skip in his voice. He offers you a warm smile and opens up his arms, inviting you into a comforting hug. You release the breath you had been holding.

“Thank you, Jin,” you say into his chest, feeling so much more at ease knowing you will never be alone, no matter the circumstance. “Let’s do this together.”

Yoongi: “Hey Yoongi, I need to tell you something,” you say standing in the doorway to your shared bedroom. He locks his phone and places it on the nightstand, sitting up in bed.

“Yeah, what is it?” he asks skeptically, letting out a yawn as he stretches.

“I’m pregnant.”

Yoongi’s expression quickly changes from normal, to confused, to shocked before a huge smiles crosses his face, but before he can comment, his expression matches your own. Worry.

“But, Y/N, doesn't your family have... you know... difficult history?” he questions cautiously as if not to provoke the sensitive topic too much. You nod in response, silently contemplating all your options.

“Well... you're the strongest person I know. I know we can both handle anything the world throws at us, so why treat this any differently, right?” he reassures you, patting the spot on the bed next to him, causing you to smile, feeling a huge weight lift off your chest. He's right.

“Now, there’s not a chance in hell you’re naming it after Taehyung like you always promised him,” he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you.

Hoseok: “I’m pregnant, Hobi,” you blurt out interrupting his retelling of the days events to you across the dining table. His hand flies to his mouth but you can see his smile in his eyes and cheeks.

“No way,” he half yells, muffled by his hand. He replaces his hand on the table. “No way!” he repeats louder this time.

Catching on to your forced enthusiasm, he jokingly pulls away and makes a shocked face.

“It is mine, right?” dramatising his mocking tone. You giggle at him.

“Yes, it’s yours. But-” you swallow before you continue. “Remember what I told you about my family? How they have frequent, um, miscarriages?”

Hoseok’s mouth forms a small ‘o’ shape. He looks at his hands for a second before glancing up at you.

“Y/N, the past doesn't dictate our future. We are so lucky to be in this situation right now, and lets live in it while we can, and we can cross whatever problematic bridge, when and if we get to it. Okay?” he bites his lip through his smile, clenching his fists in excitement, transferring all of his happiness to you.

You lean across the table and kiss his lips. “The past doesn't dictate our future,” you repeat, to not only Hoseok, but yourself, hope blossoming within you.

Namjoon: You hand your positive pregnancy test to Namjoon who waits at the bathroom door. Just before you had taken the test, you and Namjoon had spoken about your family history. You lean against the bathroom sink with your chin resting in your palm. Namjoon stares at the test, almost waiting for some miraculous answer from it.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, breaking the silence, not looking away from the test. You frown a little, trying to put your thoughts into words.

“I’m nervous,” is all you manage to get out. He looks up at you with sympathetic eyes, tapping the test lightly against his hand.

“I’m not going to lie, Y/N, I’m nervous too, even without the risk,” he agrees with an anxious laugh. He pauses before speaking again. “We are really doing this, aren't we?”

“I think so, Joon. I’m so scared. What if-” you begin.

“There’s always going to be a risk. Don't think of the what if, okay?” he interrupts, walking over, placing a hand on your unchanged stomach. He looks into your eyes and smiles, his dimple forming deeper than ever.

“It’ll be so beautiful, Y/N, because they have the most beautiful mother,” he whispers with a kiss on your hairline, puller you closer to his body. You can’t help but grin to yourself knowing this amazing man will be the father of your child.

Jimin: “Jimin, we did it,” you comment casually as you walk into the kitchen. You and Jimin have been trying to get pregnant for what feels like forever, however, you never succeed, no matter how much you and Jimin hope. You pour some hot water into your cup to make a coffee.

“We did what?” he attempts through a mouthful of toast. You chuckle a little. You look at him and smile a small smile.

“I’m pregnant,” you answer, sipping your coffee. Jimin’s face changes, and for a second you think he's angry, when suddenly tears well up in his eyes and he looks away, swallowing the toast in his mouth. He covers his face with his forearm, sniffling lightly. Then he looks up at you.

“Really? You're being serious?” he asks. You nod and he breaks down into to tears again. “I’m so happy, Y/N,” he cries.

Tears start to fall out of your own eyes out of sheer happiness at seeing your boyfriend so ecstatic, making this next part a little harder.

“The risk, though, Jimin. You know, my mum, and her mum, they all have had a miscarriage,” you break to him gently. His expression doesn't change as he stares at you with the stars in his eyes.

“As long as you're ready, I don't care about the risk. This is the best day of my life. We are so lucky. I am so lucky,” he explains holding his hand out to yours, the other wiping the remaining tears away, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. You are truly happy.

Taehyung: When Taehyug hears you sniffling in the bathroom, he quickly makes his way to where you are to comfort you for whatever reason you might be crying for. He sees you staring at a pregnancy test and assumes its negative. You don't even notice he is in there with you. As he walks closer, he gets a better look and notices that it is in fact positive.

“Y/N, why are you crying? Isn’t this good news?” he asks soothingly, taking the test from your hands. You sniffle and sit up straighter.

“No, no, it’s good,” you respond quietly.

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Well, my mother miscarried two children before me, and her mother also miscarried. They told me that it might be genetic. What happens if it happens to..” you don't finish your sentence. Taehyung places a finger under your chin forcing you to look into his doe-like-eyes.

“Your mother took the risk having you, and look where we are now. This could be...this is the best thing to happen to me. To us.”

You nod in agreement. “Yeah, you're right.” You smile at him and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his forehead to meet your own. “Thank you, Tae.”

Jungkook: Jungkook enters the lounge room after being at work all day, holding an unopened pregnancy test. He waves it in the air and leans against the doorway. “What’s this?” he asks. “More importantly, where is the other one?” he adds, not breaking eye contact. His heart beats out of his chest, despite remaining calm on the outside.

You bite your bottom lip nervously. “Jungkook, I took one just 20 minutes ago. I wanted to wait till you were home to talk to you.” You put the book you are reading down and move over for him to sit down. He shuffles over to you and takes a seat, placing a hand on your thigh. Before you start to speak, he clears his throat.

“Before you start, are we taking into account your families history? Have you thought about that?” his grips tightens slightly around your thigh.

“That’s what I was going to talk to you about,” you respond truthfully. “Jungkook, one of the tests are positive. I wanted to the take other with you here, just to be sure. But... you need to prepare yourself if we go forward with this.”

“Y/N, no one can prepare themselves for that. You can't be ready for something like that-” and before he continues, you grab his hand. “Yes, I know. I want to do this, but I want you to be ready, well, not ready, but aware. Informed.” Jungkook nods and sits back taking a deep breath. He stares at the ceiling, and you stare at him. It feels like an eternity before he sits up again.

“Okay. Let’s do this,” he says with a nervous but warm smile.

Unanswered Prayers just killed me oh my goddddd you’re such a good writer, I’m going to go look at happy Jin gifs now because that just ripped my heart out 💔😭💖

i bawled my eyes it while writing it man i had to take so many breaks but i’m glad it made you feel something!!! x

Unanswered Prayers

Warnings: sad, war

Words: 2.3k

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: angst

A/N: YO BRO NO

“Goodnight, Y/N, I miss you so much. I’ll be home before you know it,” Jin smiles on your laptop screen. He looks different with a shaved head and army fatigues, but you have gotten used to it. He'd been in the South Korean Army for around three months and was undergoing training. You both made a promise to call each other as much as possible and so far, it’s been almost every night. You miss him like hell but you know you can't do anything about it.

“I love you, too, Jinnie. Talk to you tomorrow night,” you respond with a sad smile, closing your laptop. You let out a deep breath and put your face in your hands. It’s really taking a toll on you and you don't know how you’re going to survive the next coming months. You miss him with all your heart. He was conscripted to the army, and you hate the government for it.

You stand up and walk over to your closet and pull out a dark grey hoodie that belongs to Jin. You hold it to your face and breathe deeply, taking in his scent. It smells of his cologne. You smile into it as a small tear escapes your eye and drips onto his jumper. You slip it over your head and hug it into your body, pretending it’s him here with you.

You slip into your bed with the hood up over your head. You fiddle with the drawstrings, holding on to the thought of Jin coming home before too long. You reach your hands out and brush them over the space where Jin would sleep. It’s cold and unforgiving. Soon enough, you drift off to sleep thinking about his return.

You wake with the sun streaming through you window, hitting the the crystals hanging from the ceiling displaying beautiful colours on your, plain, white walls. That is what Jin is to you. He's the colours and you're the white wall. You're beautiful together. You sigh, missing him even more than yesterday.

“Fuck conscription,” you mutter as you throw your covers off your body. You glance over to the made up side of the bed, longing for when you would see him sprawled across it like always.

You walk down the stairs to the kitchen and make yourself a coffee, preparing for work. Another day of making many more coffees. After a shower consisting of crying, cursing and denial, you throw on your dirty uniform and make your way to your car.

At work, your shift is filled with ungrateful customers, preventable mishaps and moody coworkers. You watch a happy couple walk into the coffee shop, hand in hand with beaming smiles. You sigh, wishing it was you and Jin. Suddenly, you feel bad for the couple. They're young, and soon enough they’ll be in your position, too.

Days go by like clockwork these past few months. All you do is work, come home, call Jin breifly and sleep. It’s driving you insane, and you knew today was going to be no different.

On your way home from work, you're excited to see Jin’s face. He always makes your day better, and although he isn't there, it’s better than nothing. You usually vent about work and you listen to the stories of the army. You have to wait for him to call you first so it will fit in his schedule. Waiting is agony.

You enter the quiet, dark house and throw your dirty clothes to the side, throwing on Jin’s shirt and track pants. You slump down on your bed, your laptop open and waiting. You sip at the green tea you made for yourself, feeling the hot water warm you from the inside. You occasionally check your phone to busy yourself while you wait. Minutes turn into hours and you begin to worry.

“It’s okay, he's missed nights before. There will be a reason,” you tell yourself, still hoping he calls. The days he miss feel like an eternity. Living alone has never been something you wanted. Jin was always there, but now, that is no longer the case, his calls being the only truly comforting interaction you have all day. You lay on your back staring at the ceiling when you hear a notification from your laptop. You sit up abruptly, pulling the computer closer only to realise it’s an update notification.

“Oh, for fucks sake,” you say to the laptop under your breath. You glance at the time. 10:30. You're tired from work and you have started getting increasingly darker circles under your eyes. You lie back down, your eyes struggling to stay open. You get under the covers and fall asleep almost instantly.

You awaken with a start, thinking you had missed a call from Jin. You see your unmoved laptop to your left. It’s the morning. He didn't call. Your heart sinks and you sigh loudly. You slam your laptop shut out of frustration and saunter out of the room. Biting your lip, you make your way downstairs. It’s your day off and you decide to do what you do every day off you have had recently. You dive through the shower, to rid yourself of the makeup you didn't remove last night.

After your shower, you make a cup of tea and switch on the television. You sit on the couch, watching a murder documentary that you and Jin had always enjoyed, hugging your knees with a tea in your hand. Your freshly washed hair leaves a wet patch on your back. You had been thinking about all the reasons as to why he didn't call. A pang of worry shoots through your chest. All you can assume is the worst, although you don't believe it could be true. He isn't even deployed yet. He's training. He's most likely busy.

You are about to change the show you’re watching to something more lighthearted when your doorbell rings, startling you. You hadn't heard that noise in months. You walk to the door and look through the peephole, but you don't recognise the man you see outside. His hair is cropped short and close his scalp, and he is wearing an official looking suit. Your heart drops. Jin? You swing the door open, still clutching the mug in your hand. You're sorely disappointed. That's not Jin. Another man makes his way from the car parked in your driveway, a piece of paper in his hands.

“Hello?” you say questionably to the strange men.

“Hello. Is this the residence of Y/F/N Y/L/N?” the first man asks sternly.

You nod, clenching your jaw, your stomach flipping.

"We have been asked to inform you that your partner, Kim Seokjin, has been reported dead in training at 1614, last night. Seokjin received a gunshot wound to the head in a training accident. On the behalf of the Secretary of Defense, I extend to you and your family my deepest sympathy in your great loss,” he states, expressionlessly. Nights spent praying to a god you don't believe in that he returns safely flash in your mind. You now know, they are ignored, unanswered prayers

You hear a loud crash on the ground below you. You feel a burning sensation on your bare feet. You look down, unmoving, noticing you had dropped your tea. You don't care. Suddenly your body loses the capability to hold your weight. You fall to the ground, screaming Jin’s name. You can't breathe. You claw and your own throat trying to encourage some airflow, but all you can feel is a tightening in your chest, your lungs feeling like they're being squeezed. Shards of glass pierce through the skin on your legs and hands, but you can't feel it. The two officials rush towards you, taking an arm each and lifting you up, taking you towards your couch, and you let them. You hang limply in their grip, still sobbing and gasping for air.

You’re placed in an upright position between the two officials. They hold your hands and talk to you with soothing voices, calming you down just enough for them to start removing the glass from your body.

“Miss Y/L/N-” one official starts.

“...Y/N... Just Y/N is fine,” you interrupt quietly.

“Y/N, Seokjin had written a letter to each important person in case of an event like this. A full report on the incident will be sent to you if you so choose..” he glances at you looking for an answer. You nod, avoiding his gaze. He continues. “This letter is addressed to you,” he says, handing you an envelope with your name on it written in Jin’s writing.

“Now, Y/N, do you have anyone else who lives here?” the other official asks, holding your hand. You shake your head.

“We are able to send an officer to stay with you until you-”

“No, I’ll be fine here,” you interject. You know you won’t be fine, but you'd prefer not to be babysat. You need to grieve.

After some other technicalities, the men leave. You're sitting alone in your house, and suddenly it feels more silent than it did an hour ago. The lights are slightly darker, the smell is less fragrant and the air is cold. You look to your left and see the woollen blanket you two used to share when watching Netflix together. You pull it close, running the material between your fingers. You wrap it around your body and over your head like a cloak. The letter sitting on the coffee table catches your eye. You stare at it for a few minutes before leaning forward and picking it up. You slowly peel open the envelope and unfold the pages. It reads:

Y/N,

My princess, my beautiful girl, the love of my life. The army guys suggested I write a couple letters in case something happens, and if you’re reading this, something happened. I was never built for the army, so I always had a little hunch that this would happen. I should've done more for you.

Y/N, I am so sorry. I am so sorry you have to read this without me there to comfort you. I have so may regrets, writing this. Remember when we went to the pet shop and you wanted that bloody dog? I should have bought it. At least you could've been a little less alone right now. Sorry about that.

I don't want you to cry too hard. I know you will. You never took my advice, you stubborn ass. But just breathe.

Speaking of advice, quit that shitty job. I know you hate it. Go do something you love. Or better yet, travel the world like we always said we would. Go without me, it’s fine. In time, you will start to heal and things will get better, and I am saying it now, I don't mind if you move on. Obviously I’m fantastic and can't be replaced because I am awesome but you can try, and I will laugh at your choices from up here.

I am so thankful that i got to spend the time that I did with you. The first day I saw you at that awful coffee shop (QUIT THAT JOB) I fell head over heels. You're so gorgeous, Y/N. I am so, so lucky to have been able to call you mine. There was never a day that went by when I didn't think of you when I was here. All the other guys talked about their lovers like they were the stars, but Y/N, you're the sun. You outshine everyone, and you gave me life. You reawakened the child in me. I can easily say that the best years of my life were with you.

My hand hurts, you know I don't like writing, so I will wrap this up now. Read this when you miss me, but heres to hoping you never have to. I miss you. I missed you ever day. I can assure you that the last thing on my mind before whatever happened, happened, was you. It was always you. I will never stop loving you.

P.S. go check the shoebox on the top shelf of the closet.

Yours always,

Jin.

You're crying hard. You clutch the letter to your chest and scream into the empty house. Tears flood your cheeks and fall onto your lap. You have never hurt this much. You will never hurt this much again. Jin wants you to move on, but you can’t. You know you won’t be able to. And somehow, you know Jin knew that you wouldn't either.

After what feels like hours of staring at the black television screen, you stand up, the letter still in your hand. The closet. You have to check the closet. You slowly make your way up the stairs, a million thoughts in your mind as you struggle to reach the top. You catch your breath and walk towards the closet.

With the shoebox in your hand, you make your way to your bed. You set the letter down on your nightstand. You stare at the box, unsure of if you can handle what’s inside. The thought of the not knowing, however, would eventually kill you. You slowly open the lid, revealing a small, navy blue, velvet box, a small piece of folded paper and a photo. You lift the photo out of the box and read the writing on the back. ‘My favourite photo of us. Do me a favour and frame it, would you?’ You smile sadly and turn it back around. You and Jin sit together on a park bench, rugged up to suit the cold, snowy, winter. His arm is wrapped around your shoulder and huge smiles are plastered on your faces. You bite your lip trying to stop yourself from crying more. Just breathe, Jin's letter said. Just breathe.

You pick up the piece of paper next and gently unfold it, treating it as if it were the most precious, rare jewel in the world.

I was going to ask you, in person of course. If you're reading this, I’m sorry I couldn’t, it read. You frown, confused. You take the small box in your hand and open it, revealing a simple, diamond ring. Jin's writing on the inside of the box reads, Y/N, will would you have marry married me?

A single tear rolls out of your eye. You glance up towards the sky, and nod. “Yes,” you whisper.

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Where Is My Favorite Person In The World? (Part One)

Genre: Romance

Word Count: 1K

Ship: JiHope (J-Hope/Jung Hoseok x Jimin/Park Jimin)

POV: 2nd (Reader as Jimin)

A/N: Just some fluff for my first story on this blog. Hope you enjoy! Feel free to share with your friends! Thank you so much for reading in advance!

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I just found your blog, well I actually found it hours ago but I've been reading (btw love your writing) I just now realized y/n means your name and not yes or no

Aw thanks so much lovely it really means a lot!!! xxxx Hahahahaha i should probably specify that for new readers omg thats so funny x

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Jin: Jin watches you scroll through your Instagram feed with a very intrigued Taehyung resting his chin on your shoulder, watching you. You don't seem phased as Taehyung is one of your closest friends. Taehyung occasionally glances up at you and says something funny, making you giggle and and swat at him playfully. His chest is pressed against the side of your back and you can feel his warm breath on your neck. Jin watches the way Taehyung looks at you, his eyes on your lips. Jin pouts and looks away, jealousy pulsing through his veins. Taehyung reaches over and double taps on a photo of the person you were stalking, retreating quickly. You turn around and start punching him in the arm.

“Tae! They're going to think I am so weird!” you squeal as he laughs at your feeble attempts to hit him.

Jin stands up and walks towards the kitchen, wanting to distract himself. You watch him leave the room and decide to follow him. You see him pouring himself a cup of coffee and you hug him from behind. He turns to face you with an unimpressed look painted on his face. You chuckle a little.

“What’s wrong, Jinnie?” you say mockingly, poking his cheeks as he pouts.

“Go poke Taehyungs cheeks,” he replies, frowning a little.

“Oh my god are you serious?,” you laugh as you throw your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. “Don’t be silly!” You look up at him for a few seconds with pleading eyes and a mock sad face.

Jin can’t stay mad. He hugs you back and kisses your forehead gently.

“Sorry, I love you, Y/N,” he mumbles.

Yoongi: You all sit at the dinner table eating a lovely prepared meal that Jin and Jimin decided to make. You sit next to your boyfriend Yoongi and across from your good friend Jungkook. You all dig into the lovely meal when you feel someone kick your shin. You glance up and see Jungkook smirking at you from across the table. You smile and kick him back while the rest of the members talk amongst themselves.

Yoongi looks over and sees you and Jungkook eyeing each other down across the table. Jungkook throws a small pea at you and it hits you. You giggle and throw one back, not noticing Yoongi watching on in jealousy. He continues to glance over at the both of you throughout the rest of the meal. Jungkook tosses a piece of bread at you and you catch it before it can hit you.

“Jungkook you cheeky fucker, don't make me come over there,” you say with a smirk.

“Y/N and I will clear up, you guys go ahead we will join you shortly,” Yoongi interjects. You nod in agreement and pack up everything on the table. As you walk into the kitchen, Yoongi clears his throat.

“So, ah, you and Jungkook huh?” he asks sarcastically.

“What?” you reply, confused.

“Don't what me, Y/N. Flirting with him right in front of my face. Do you think I’m fucking stupid or something?” he says, slamming down one of the plates.

“You’re so ridiculous, I’m allowed to have friends, Yoongi. You’re so overprotective!” you yell back.

Yoongi is taken aback at your remark. He takes a deep breath and walks over to you. He looks at you for a second before pulling you into a warm hug.

“I’m sorry,” he breaths into your hair.

Hoseok: You sit on the floor in front of the couch on your phone, resting between Namjoon’s knees whilst he braids your hair. You don't notice that Hoseok is staring at the situation, feeling a slight jealousy towards Namjoon. He doesn't mean to. He knows you two are friends, and it’s not like you guys are doing anything romantic or sexual. You look up at Hoseok just in time time to catch his disappointed expression quickly change to a smile in an attempt to try and look unbothered.

Namjoon tugs on a strand of your hair and laughs when you jump slightly.

“Oh, yeah thats really gentle, Joon, just like you promised,” you state sarcastically, rolling your eyes. He chuckles at your remark.

“You're a big girl now, Y/N, you can handle it,” he replies with another tug.

“I can braid too, you know, Y/N,” Hoseok pipes in.

“Ooooh, Hobiiiii, is someone jealous of Namjoon?” Jimin teases from across the room. Hoseoks cheeks turn red and he shrinks back and crosses his arms.

“No! I’m not jealous, I was just saying...” he mutters defensively. He sighs and pulls out his phone. You pull yours out too and open up messages.

Hey babe, you can braid my hair next time, Joon just offered. Don't be jealous, you know I love you lots xx, you send to Hoseok, attempting to console him.

You hear his text tone go off. He scans his phone and quickly looks up and flashes you a bright smile. I love you, too, he mouths to you.

Namjoon: Namjoon is sitting on the couch watching you on the opposite one, thinking about how lucky he is to have you. He is about to walk over to you when Jin enters the room carrying a tray of noodles for you all, taking the seat next to you. Everyone grabs one and starts eating.

“Hey Jin, hold this for me, would you?” you ask, handing yours over as you sit back and try to get comfortable. When you're happy with your position, you hold your hand out, motioning for him to pass it back, when instead he fishes some noodles out of the bowl with his chopsticks and brings it towards your mouth. You instinctively open your mouth and let Jin give you some noodles. Namjoon looks at Jin, locking eyes with him for a moment, almost serving as a warning. Jin ignores him and continues. He purposely drops it on your face and bursts into laughter.

“How elegant, you remind me of a beautiful greek goddess being fed by your servants,” Jin remarks mockingly as you slide the noodles off and wipe your face. You throw the noodles back at his own face and chuckle.

“You're an awful servant,” you reply, giggling. He looks at you, pretending to be offended by your actions before throwing the noddles back onto the tray. Jin then leans forward and wipes the tip of your nose, his face too close to yours for Namjoon’s liking.

“Hyung, try keep it in your pants, yeah?” he snaps glancing Jin’s his crotch.

Jin simply laughs in defeat and leans back, taking the hint from Namjoon. The other members laugh at Namjoon’s sudden jealousy. He shoots you a look and you give him an apologetic smile. You feel a lot better when he smiles brightly back at you, mouthing the words love you.

Jimin: You sit in the backseat of the cramped car on the way back from the cinema with the boys. You sit in between your boyfriend, Jimin, and Yoongi. You and Yoongi had always gotten along really well, and Jimin is not so much jealous as he is insecure about your friendship with him. He thinks you can do better than him and is always scared of losing you.

Yoongi glances at you and slyly bites his lip, making Jimin shift uncomfortably and grab your hand.

“How’d you like the movie, Y/N,” Yoongi asks in a deep, husky voice, underneath hooded eyes. Before you can answer, Jin takes a corner a bit too fast and you’re thrown onto Yoongi’s lap. You quickly regain yourself and laugh with Yoongi.

“Eager, are we?” Yoongi jokes with a smirk, nudging you with his shoulder.

“Hey Hyung, shut up would you?” Jimin snaps. You look at Jimin and notice he is visibly upset. What you don't know is that Jimin’s blood is boiling. He grips your hand tighter, unintentionally hurting your hand.

Yoongi looks taken aback for a second before leaning across you to address Jimin.

“You’re just scared that I could take your girl,” Yoongi says with a wink. When Jimin only shoots him a dirty look, Yoongi speaks up again. “I’m kidding, Jimin. You know I don't mean it,” punching his shoulder lightly.

You lean against Jimin and wrap your free arm across his stomach and plant a kiss on his neck. “I love you so much, Park Jimin,” you whisper into his ear, earning a warm smile from a relieved Jimin.

Taehyung: Your legs ache as you walk down the footpath after a night out with the boys. You're carrying your heels in your hand and you feel like your legs are about to freeze and break off.

“Tae,” you whine with your puppy dog eyes. “My legs hurt. Can I have a piggy back ride?”

He sighs. He is also very tired and just wants to get home.

“Can’t you just hold on for a few more blocks, babe?” he reasons. You pout like a child but before you can protest, Hoseok stops in front of you and squats down.

“Hop on, Y/N, I’m the best pack horse out!” he exclaims, unnaturally happy for this hour of the night. You jump on without hesitation and hug his neck.

“Awwww Hobi, I love you lots!” you exclaim, earning a look of dictate of Taehyung.

He begins to skip like a horse down the footpath, making you giggle as you bump around on his back. Taehyung watches you have fun with Hoseok, and although he isn't the jealous type, tonight is different. He feels angry at himself for being jealous but he can't help it. Suddenly, Hoseok loses his footing and tumbles to the ground, doing his best to soften your fall. You land over him, your hand pressed firmly on his chest and your face is inches from his. You both instantly burst into laughter. Taehyung watches on and clenches his jaw in anger. If he had’ve just said yes...

“Some horse you are,” you yell at Hoseok jokingly with a chuckle.

“Why don't you just make out already?” Taehyung calls to you both out of anger. He rolls his eyes to himself, annoyed with both you and Hoseok. You look up and shoot Tae a dirty look.

“Don't be such a fun-kill,’ you retort, dusting yourself off. You walk over to Taehyung. You hold his face with both hands, squishing his cheeks, and kissing him tenderly. “The only person I plan on making out with is you, okay?” you assure him. He smiles and crouches down in front of you.

“Get on, then. No skipping, though,” he warns with a small laugh, as you gladly hop onto his back.

Jungkook: “Just a caramel, please,” you say to the lady serving you ice cream. She hands you your cone and you walk back over to rejoin the group. Jungkook wraps one hand around your waist.

“You look really beautiful today, Y/N,” he whispers as he kisses your forehead. The boys are flicking their ice cream at each other, acting like children as per usual. You chuckle at them. Jimin walks over to you.

“Why hello there, love birds,” he chirps.

Jungkook nods at him as a form of greeting. You turn to greet Jimin when he pushes his ice cream cone onto your nose.

“What the hell, Jimin!” you cry with a laugh.

“You look so cute! Like a little ice cream puppy!” he exclaims dragging you away from Jungkook towards the rest of them. Jimin places his hand around your waist to spin you around. He grabs your cheeks in his hands.

“Look at your cute little face! Guys come look she looks like a baby!” he calls to the others. You laugh and pout, making yourself look like a child. You all walk towards the picnic table that sits in the middle of the park. Jungkook walks slowly behind the group, observing your interaction with Jimin. He continually touches your shoulders and waist, and is always pulling you closer to him, upsetting Jungkook. As you sit down, you're seated next to Jimin. Jungkook arrives last and realises there's no room for him on the bench.

“Where do I sit..” he asks quietly, with one hand in his pocket, the other still holding his ice cream.

“It’s okay, Y/N can just sit on my lap,” Jimin offers, pulling you by the waist onto his thighs.

“No, don't worry about it, Jimin,” Jungkook huffs.

“It’s fine, Y/N doesn't mind,” he remarks with a chuckle. Jungkook has had enough. He saunters over to Jimin and shoves the remainder of his ice cream into Jimins forehead.

“Wow Jimin! You look like a unicorn! Now you can be horny on the outside, too!” Jungkook mocks with a fake smile. The boys burst out laughing and you can't help yourself either. Jungkook lets out a giggle and even Jimin can't help himself from laughing.

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Last Goodbye

Warnings: sad

Words: 1.9K

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: hella angst

A/N: yoooooo this hurt to write, man.

You curse as the hot water you have boiled for your coffee laps the sides of your mug, splashing onto your hands. You walk over to the sink to run your hands under cold water. You hear your text tone go off across the bench. You glance over and see a few messages. It’s probably Tae, you think, smiling at the thought. Your one year anniversary is coming up, and you both had never felt more in love. You always read about people falling out of love, and you don’t ever picture yourself in that situation with Taehyung. He is the missing puzzle piece in your life, and you both complete each other.

You dry your hands and walk over to your phone and unlock it.

“Hey babe. I’ll be over in about half an hour, leaving work now xx,” the message from Tae reads.

“Awesome, I’ll see you soon, drive safely x,” you respond. You set your phone down and take your coffee into your room. You decide you want to catch up on some school work while you wait for him to arrive. You walk up to your room and throw on an old hoodie of Taehyung’s. It smells of him. You lift the collar over your nose and inhale deeply, taking in the musky scent of dried vanilla and a hint of cinnamon.

You sit down on your bed, all cozied-up in the oversized hoodie. As you type away on your laptop, you suddenly remember that you don’t have anything prepared for dinner. Tae will likely be staying the night, as it’s a usual occurrence for him to say he will only stay for a few hours, then end up curled into a ball, fast asleep in your bed. You sit there for a moment, reminiscing the sweet nights he stayed in your bed, his warm bare skin resting against your cold back, his warmth radiating through your every muscle, bone and nerve. His touch sends tingles down your spine, and his hot breath on your neck invites goosebumps to appear all over your body. You smile at the thought of being able to spend the night with this perfect human you are so luckily able to call yours.

You pull out your phone to text him, momentarily glancing at the photo of you both, set as your lockscreen. You smile gently before unlocking your phone.

“I don't have anything here for dinner. Can you maybe grab some takeaway? x” you type. You know he will see the message, and you don't expect a reply as he is driving.

You sit back on your bed. You’re so excited for your anniversary. You have planned so much for the two of you, including a cute lakeside picnic, a trip to the amusement park followed by a fancy dinner. The thought of spending the day with him like that still makes you giddy, just like it did a year ago.

The first time you had met him was on a snowy day and you were outside at the bus stop, freezing half to death waiting for a ride home. He happened to also be waiting there, and seeing you shiver relentlessly, he offered you his jumper. The first time you had touched each other, sparks flew up and down your veins, igniting an indescribable feeling inside of you. You had fallen in love with his gentle, beaming smile right then and there, not knowing the next year would be full of days where you find something new about him you love everyday.

Your phone buzzes, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“I’m on the freeway at the moment, about to hit town. What takeaway do you want?”

“Ummm, I don't mind. Let me know when you've got everything and on your way okay? I love you x,” you reply, locking your phone after you hit send.

You go back to your work and pump out some of your best writing after feeling inspired to write all day. You love to write. You love the feeling of being able to spill your emotions out over a page without having to say a single word. You love the way words fit perfectly together and you love how something so simple could bring such an immense meaning.

You have written countless pages when you realise how much time has passed. You look at the clock. It has been two hours since you last messaged Tae. A pang of worry rattles through you. Not wanting to worry yourself any more, you look up the traffic conditions to see if that’s what is keeping him.

You open the link and a congested freeway is what appears on the radar. That makes sense, you think to yourself, letting out the breath you didn't know you were holding. He's just stuck in traffic. You decide to message him just to make sure.

“Hey Tae, is the traffic bad where you are?”

Feeling confident that you shouldn't be worried, you decide to take a last minute shower so you didn't have to when Tae is there. You fetch your towel, spare clothes and head towards the bathroom, taking your phone with you for music. You strip down and just as you're about to step into the running water, your phone buzzes. You breathe a sigh of relief as you reach for it off of the bench, however as you look at the screen, you see a call coming from an unknown number. You answer the call thinking Tae’s phone must’ve died. You turn the shower off a throw on a towel as you as you press the green button.

You prepare to hear a long-winded explanation on what happened. Your stomach tightens when the voice on the other end isn't Taehyung’s.

“Hello, is this Y/F/N Y/L/N?” asks the mysterious caller.

“Yes, that’s me,” you respond cautiously, listening to your voice echo off the bathroom walls.

“My name is Sergeant Park. Would you be able to make your way down to your local Police Station, please Ma’am?” he says in a stern voice.

“What is this about?” you question. You rack your brain as to anything you might be in trouble for. Unpaid parking tickets? Maybe a lost wallet?

“I think its best if you come down to the Police Station before we talk to you in depth,” he replies bluntly.

After ending the call with the officer, your heart is pounding in your chest. What happens if Taehyung arrives and I’m not here? His phone is dead, isn't it? How will he contact me? you think.

You quickly toss on your old clothes as well as Taehyungs’s jumper, grab your phone and keys and rush to your car.

The drive to the station seems like it takes years. You can’t think of any reasons why you'd be called there. Your stomach flips in your abdomen and you want to vomit. You pull in to the carpark and quickly check your reflection in the mirror. You step outside, taking a few deep breaths, causing puffy clouds to form in the winter air. You walk inside the building, preparing all possible explanations, responses and thank you’s in your mind.

“Um, my name is Y/N, I was called down here,” you state to the person at the front. You are directed to an office and promptly take a seat in front of Sergeant Park’s desk. You look at your phone while you wait, hoping you get a text or call from Tae so you can explain to him the situation.

“Hello, Y/N.” a voice says from the doorway, causing you to slightly jump and snap your head up from your phone.

“Are you the girlfriend of Kim Taehyung?” he continues with a frustratingly unreadable expression. Your heart leaps out of your chest. Has Taehyung been arrested? What did he do? Maybe thats why he hasn’t responded. A million thoughts race through your mind.

“Yes, that would be me,” you say shakily, unprepared for the sentence that follows.

The officer takes a seat in front of you and takes your hands in his. He looks straight into your eyes, making you slightly uncomfortable. His hands are clammy and sweaty.

“I’m sorry to have to inform you, Y/N. Taeyung has passed away in a car accident this evening, about two hours ago.”

The world suddenly stops. Realisation kicks in, piecing together everything. He was late, he didn't reply, there was a hold up on the free way...

Your heart stops. You don't even feel yourself breathing anymore. It feels as though you've been hit in the stomach with a baseball bat. You clutch your chest, trying to numb the burning ache. This is what heartbreak feels like.

“Ma’am? Did you-” the Sergeant starts, but quickly stops when he sees the tears erupt from your eyes all at once, like a long overdue volcano, finally bursting.

“This can't be real. This can't be real. There is no way. This has to be a joke. When I go home he will be waiting for me there. He will,” the words tumble out of your mouth between sobs and you can't stop them. They just keep coming. Before you know it, you're on the ground shaking and crying violently. You're screaming, you know that much from the tearing feeling deep in your throat, but you can’t hear yourself. All you can hear is your raging pulse. The Sergeant tries to help you up but you can't stand. Why should you stand? Why should you leave? You have lost a part of yourself.

You hear the Sergeant’s voice, but you can't hear what he is saying. His voice bounces around inside your mind, making it impossible to understand him. You open your eyes and your vision is blurred.

“Ma’am. Ma’am, we retrieved something from the wreck. Please listen, Ma’am,” his words finally register in your mind. They found something. You sit up, still shaking and sobbing. You don’t know why, though. There is no point. There is no point at all.

You're lifted up and placed back on the chair by Sergeant Park. He walks to his cabinets and pulls out a ziplock bag. Inside it appears to be a mobile phone. He sits down and places the bag in front of you.

“Now, Ma’am, we aren't sure how the accident was caused. We are still investigating, however we did find this on his lap.”

You look away. You can't bear the though of him at all right now. You know you don't have the strength to take it, but a small part of you know’s you’ll regret not taking it. You long to see the final thing he looked at, the final message he sent, the final photo he took. You break down in to louder sobs again, fearing you might throw up. This still feels like a bad dream, but your heart tells you what you're feeling is very real.

The Sergeant looks at you, encouraging you to take the phone.

You sit back in your chair and take a few deep breaths and stare at the ceiling. You feel numb. You feel... dead. The word makes you flinch. After a few minutes, you sit forward finally working up the courage to open the bag, and unlock the phone. His lock screen is a candid photo of you holding your camera, photographing something else. Tears continue to run down your face. You put the passcode in and it instantly opens to the last application he was using. Messages. Your jaw falls open and you clasp your hand over your mouth.

He was texting you back. Your message killed him. You read the unsent message, still typed up in the message box.

“I love you, too x”

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