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series summary. the holy grail of the seven men who ruled the country's entertainment used to be your friends at school. now, ten years later and between successes and failures, what reason would they have to want to come back into your life?
pairing. public enemy no. 1 ot7 x f!reader
content. first of all, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! angst, still unresolved drama srryy, curse words, arguments and fights?? (not physical tho). no reader on this one but rest assured she will be back!
a/n. i donât think words in any language could ever be enough to apologise for how long itâs been since i last updated this story. please read this whilst imagining me on my knees, begging for your forgiveness. i hope this chapter lives up to your expectations!! and i'm sorry if you were expecting something longer o better :(. i actually decided to split this up to provide a bit more perspective, and because thereâs a scene after the end of this chapter that i havenât been able to finalise yet, but i think this is enough and iâm happy with the result. chap9 is like at 40 or 50% by now. we will definitely know the thing in the next chapter! but you can definitely start drawing your own conclusions from this chapter now. anyhow, i really hope you guys like this chapter and i hope to read more of you in this one! always love to read your comments and reactions! see you on the next one <3 (please ignore any mistake, its 3amđ)
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âDid something happen that we donât know about?â
Namjoon had been pacing the room for a couple of minutes, his hands behind his head, holding his phone, or resting on his thighs, ignoring the glances his friends were giving him and the tension in the air. He didnât want to think about the obvious possibility, but he had no other choice; it really was the only explanation. And what would come of it wouldnât even have a name.
Even though Yoongi tried to be careful with his question, there was no way to broach the subject delicately.
âI think the answer is obvious.â
âWe donât even need an answer.â Taehyung muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
Namjoon could only think. Jungkook was on the other side of the world, on another continent, on his way to his hotel to rest, and in a few hours he would be taking a flight back to Seoul. Jin was in his room, probably the most secluded spot in the penthouse, and they hadn't had a good few days with him, despite their conversation the day before. Regardless, Jin had been distant from everyone for several months, even years.
Yoongi, Hoseok, and Taehyung were there with him, waiting for an answer, and Namjoon really wasn't sure how to proceed.
Jimin had to beâŠ
âWell, if we all know this, what are we supposed to do?â
Hoseok took over as Namjoon continued pacing. He stood beside the couch, with Taehyung sitting to his right, looking at his phone, and Yoongi perched on the armrest at the other end.
Namjoon didn't know how to tell them he had no idea how to deal with it. He had his suspicions about why it had all started; why the younger ones, and then the others, had ended up interfering in your life after so long, despite his desire to completely ignore that reason. Because thinking about it meant thinking about other, less pleasant moments in his life, and honestly, all he wanted was to erase those moments from his memory.
Namjoon understood the root cause of why it had started, despite his attempts to deny it, but that didn't mean he was ready for the consequences to unfold so soon. As much as he tried to create a physical barrier to stop it, it definitely hadn't been enough; he didn't have the same authority, nor did he instill the same fear.
They were doomed to fall into that hell.
âJimin must have his phone on silent,â Taehyung said, glancing at his phoneâs screen as the ringtone went straight to voicemail once again. He had a furrowed brow and was biting his thumbnail nervously.
âEven if that werenât the case, he wouldnât answer you,â Yoongi asserted, further reinforcing the theory that everyone had planted in his head and that Namjoon hadnât yet denied.
âWhere do you guys think he could've gone? I just canât think of anything.â
Yoongi glanced at Namjoon as Hoseok approached Taehyung, and the two exchanged a tense look. They were all circling the same point like a flock of birds around their food. Lacking a concise answer, none of them quite knew where to begin, because they might end up being wrong; they wanted to be.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, and Yoongi knew it.
âWhat happened?â
Namjoon sighed and finally stopped pacing around the room. He looked frustrated and angry, but mostly exhausted. Yoongi could tell Namjoon was struggling to accept that this was really happening and probably was already plotting how he would handle everything after it was over. As always, thinking beyond the present, envisioning a future ruled by uncertainty. Namjoon could almost never enjoy life because he was always thinking about how he was going to deal with everything that hadn't even happened yet.
âYesterday, after our talk, Jimin got a message from y/n asking him to meet up and talk. I told him that maybe it wasnât the best option right now and that we should think it through carefully before making any decisions.â
The three boys watched him intently. Considering it was one thing, hearing him say it out loud was something else entirely. Taehyung dropped his phone onto his lap, and Hoseok slumped down on the couch. Yoongi simply exhaled heavily in response. Even though all three of them had already suspected it, hearing something like that, which they considered so far-fetched, was disorienting.
âDid she text Jimin?â Taehyung was the one who broke the silence.
Namjoon could barely look them in the eye, but he did his best to do so as he nodded.
âSo⊠Wow. Okay. So thatâs really what this is about.â Hoseok said, trying to acknowledge and process the emotions the situation was stirring up in him.
âIt was always about that.â Taehyung emphasized, still looking a little stunned.
Yoongi was probably the one who could process everything with a little more calm, partly because he had rarely seen that expression on Namjoon's face and knew that nothing good would come of this if he tried to take charge of everything now; he had to carry some of that burden with him, or there would be nothing left of them.
âIf Jimin went to meet y/nââ Yoongi began to ramble, trying hard to pull everyone out of their own heads.
âI didnât think Iâd ever hear a sentence like that again.â Taehyung muttered, still a little lost in his thoughts.
ââit has to be in a private place, obviously, and one we can trust.â
âTrustworthy is the key,â Hoseok pointed out to Yoongi, agreeing with him, a little more composed and calm than before. âThere are few places in the city we can rent on short notice.â
Hoseok nudged Taehyung lightly with his shoulder, trying to snap him out of his daze. As overwhelming as the situation was, they had to deal with it as level-headed as possible. Taehyung shook his head slightly, his mind still miles away, but trying to maintain his composure just as the older members were doing.
In the midst of his effort, a light bulb went off.
âAh. It must be Eun-byulâs restaurant,â Taehyung mused. It seemed Namjoon had already considered that possibility, because his expression didnât change, even though he could feel the othersâ heavy gaze upon him.
âYes. Iâm sure they must be there. No one else would go to such lengths for Jimin like she would.â Hoseok nodded, earning an affirmative nod from Yoongi as well.
âNamjoon?â
âWe canât just show up, obviously. We have to⊠let them talk.â Namjoon had been hanging his head for a few seconds now, none of them quite sure whether it was out of guilt or despair. Maybe it was the embarrassment he felt at saying that; that it meant admitting heâd failed.
âWhat!? Really?â
âThereâs no other option. Barge in there would be the worst thing we could do. Thereâs nothing left to do. Iâm just trying to figure out whatâll happen next; what weâll have to do next; what weâre going to have to deal with.â
âThat doesnât sound good, hyung.â
âIt doesnât have to sound good, Taehyung. Whether we like it or not, weâre going to have to deal with something afterward. Whatever that something may be.â
âAnyway, it was only a matter of time before this happened.â Yoongi spoke up before Taehyung could respond to Namjoon again. Hoseok frowned at him, part of him suspecting the answer, but he still dared to ask:
âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, we can mull this over today and forever, but the truth is simple. Why did all this start now?â
Namjoon turned his head, pressing his lips together as their gazes returned to him.
He hadn't wanted to bring it up so soon; he'd thought he'd have a couple more hours, while the others continued trying to contact Jimin or were still reeling from what had happened, knowing that Namjoon had failed and led them to the brink once again. He had underestimated themâ
No, he had been recklessly ignorant.
Apparently, he had overlooked the fact that for some people, there were emotions that not even moral boundaries could contain. He had ignored the fact that there were emotions that transcended everything, time and space. As ridiculous as hearing about the "power of love" in movies to solve a complex problem, but it was true. It was so true, but applied in reverse, and so ridiculous and illogical, that Namjoon perhaps didn't want to consider for even a second that it could happen to them.
The subject, moreover, was like a taboo. Since the day it happened, no one had really spoken about it. That day they all looked at each other, perhaps sharing a single thought, but none of them were able to speak about what had happened and disappeared from their lives.
Namjoon knew where Yoongi was going with this, and what he was going to say was no less true, but he hated to think that the outcome his mind had dismissed as the most illogical thing that could happen was what actually ended up happening. For Yoongi, it seemed, it was the most logical thing in the world.
For Namjoon, for Namjoon's mental computer, it was catastrophic; a disaster; a miscalculation that ended up triggering a domino effect that would sweep everything away.
He didn't really know how he had allowed all of this to happen.
âIt started when Namjoonâs parents resigned from the board of directors.â
âAh...â
Hoseok let the word out, drawing it out, and the silence stretched on with his regret. The same thought was probably going through all four of their heads, but Hoseok didn't want to speculate. The subject was delicate; they hadn't even been able to discuss it when the moment had been perfect. They all swept the words under the rug, trying to hide a body the size of an elephant.
The subject, and Yoongi knew it, wasnât welcome in that space. Thatâs why Namjoon turned his head away. Thatâs why Hoseok had tensed up. Thatâs why Taehyung pressed his lips together.
Hoseok turned to look at Taehyung, as if something had just clicked in his head. Surely that thread of unfinished thoughts was what Yoongi wanted to bring to the forefront, to show them that nothing was ever too strange. The way they responded under pressure was very different for everyone.
âWas that what motivated you?â
Taehyung didnât answer him right away because he felt guilty just for thinking it. He kept his lips pressed together and his hands clasped in his lap, thinking over and over again, replaying the events of the last two weeks in his mind. Two weeks. That was all the time that had passed, and all it had taken for absolutely everything to change. Two weeks, and Taehyung barely had two seconds to process that, in fact, that was most likely his trigger, and it felt dirty thatâ
Hoseok exhaled heavily, taking the silence as an answer, and Taehyung felt cornered in the back of his mind. A few words, almost muffled, indistinct, escaped his mouth, trying to somehow save himself:
âMaybeâŠâ
âItâs obvious,â Yoongi continued, rising from the armrest, swallowing the echo of Taehyungâs realization, mercilessly and with pure, raw confrontation, âweâre no longer under anyoneâs watch. The agreement has expired. In simple terms, weâre free now. Of course that was going to trigger everything thatâs happened over the past few days.â
âBut that doesnât justify it,â Namjoon interjected, still without looking up.
Guilt was eating him alive. He hadn't just failed himself; he'd failed everyone countless times. Instead of apologizing and shrinking into a corner, as he'd wanted to do so many times before, forced to put on a brave face and make incredibly selfish decisions, Namjoon maintained his stance of restraint and reprimand. Adopting that leadership facade that weighed so heavily on him, he knew that, despite everything, they had to take responsibility. Regardless of whether what had happened was the result of everyone's will or not, there was a responsibility to bear for the damage caused.
He didnât like hearing Yoongi try to brush everything off as a lack of authority when there was still a duty and a moral responsibility they had to fulfill, for which they had to answer, as the adults they were.
âThatâs not what I meant.â Yoongi said to Namjoon.
The subject, and everyone knew it, was the root of all their problems; a ticking time bomb, Taehyung thought.
Yoongi looked rigid, so much so that Taehyung thought his body was tearing at the tension in the air. He wasn't sure if everyone felt that tension or just him, his mind fragmented into pieces of different memories from his life, all of them determined to remind him that it was his fault, that he had started it all, and that he should be ashamed of it becauseâ
He knew Yoongi wanted to help resolve everything as peacefully as possible, and that he wanted to take some of the weight off Namjoon's shoulders, but he also seemed angry about something, and it might be something he had perhaps repressed for a long time; it wasn't necessarily anger towards them or Namjoon, but he couldn't be sure. What he was sure of was that this wasn't the first time Yoongi had reflected on this; it was just the first time he'd said it out loud.
âWhat I mean is, thereâs a reason we all acted recklessly, and that was that the agreement ended, and we no longer have any ties to them. Iâm talking about facts. Itâs a completely different matter that our actions disregarded the agreement that existed between us, those of us who live in this house. These are two events that are indeed interdependent, but that doesnât mean one justifies the other. Okay?â
âLikewise, whatâs the point of bringing that up now? What matters is what we werenât able to do.â
Namjoon didnât want it to seem like he was avoiding the issue or trying to escape the feeling of responsibility for having overlooked the most logical outcome, but thatâs how it was. It bothered him, it made his blood boil, and it gave him a headache. And he knew he couldnât do anything about it anymore and that he should make the most rational decision in that moment, but he couldnât. He could do nothing but give in to his emotions, to that jumble of pessimistic thoughts and a sense of impending doom.
âThe promise was fair for everyone.â
The best thing he could do to stay sane was to stick to his usual approach, repeat what he'd always said, and not make it seem like there was no way out.
âFair?â
But not everything could go his way.
Namjoon didn't fully raise his head, but he noticed Taehyung looking at him as if he'd just spat in his face. Hoseok, who had been standing aside to listen to them, turned his head when he heard the younger man, having seen him a few seconds earlier looking a bit nervous about the whole situation.
âDo you think if what happened had been fair we'd all be having this conversation?â
âYou, more than anyone, know everything that happened, Taehyung. It was fair given the circumstances. Or do you think it was possible to make the most rational decision with everything that was at stake? The promise was fair, equitable, and proportionate, and we were all supposed to keep it.â
Taehyung let out a sarcastic laugh, shrugging his shoulders as if he didn't have a care in the world. Perhaps it was because he had felt cornered for a moment (even though no one had specifically accused him of anything, except himself), as if the Kim affair had shone a spotlight on him, explaining his more irrational behavior; as if his emotions were a burden to others (and perhaps they had been, he wanted to believe, seeing how it all ended).
âYou can't talk about that and justice at the same time. You, more than anyone, know that I never agreed with this.â
âThen why did you stay?â Namjoon asked, frowning and still holding his head halfway up. His gaze and voice were stern, but that wasn't what stopped Taehyung from continuing the discussion. The weight of the question pressed down on him, and Namjoon noticed. He hadn't meant to sound so cruel, but he couldn't control himself when he heard himself say those words.
He just wanted to reason with him.
âNamjoon.â Hoseok interjected, deciding that if the argument continued, they would cross boundaries that had been established years ago.
But when Taehyung didn't respond and simply agreed with Namjoon, the exchange left a bitter taste.
âSee? You wouldnât have preferred to leave either. And if you had, you would've regretted it too, like everyone else, because I know everyone thought about it. I thought about it too. But there was nothing more I could do at that moment. They⊠they robbed us of all opportunities and options. I had to safeguard what I could still protect.â
âNamjoonâŠâ Hoseok moved closer to try to prevent the argument from escalating further. He placed his hands on the older manâs shoulders, a feeling of unease evident in his eyes.
Yoongi, on the other side of the couch, took a deep breath. Going back to arguing amongst themselves wouldnât get them anywhere, obviously; he had to take Hoseokâs side. He had decided to shoulder this burden with Namjoon and couldnât allow his emotions to overpower his reason again.
âI understand your point,â Yoongi spoke again, adopting a more serene posture and moving closer to Taehyung, who still seemed to be pondering Namjoonâs question. âNo one made good decisions, and we hurt her in the process, even though it wasnât entirely up to us. And we were selfish, perhaps from one perspective, for not wanting to abandon our dreams. And yes, we had made a promise that sought to try to make up for what we had done; what we were going to do at the time. But now that circumstances have changed, how did we think we were going to force ourselves to just stay out of it?â
âI thought you were on my side.â Namjoon muttered, letting Hoseok guide his hands and straightening up slightly.
âItâs not that Iâm not on your side, Iâm asking you a question based on the facts.â Yoongi managed to maintain a neutral expression, but Namjoon shook his head as if he couldnât accept it.
âHyung, it just didnât make sense for all this to happen again once the Kims resigned from the counseling. We were supposed to continue with the terms of the promise.â
No matter how calm he tried to appear during the conversation, Namjoon simply wouldnât come out of his denial stage; Hoseok and Yoongi knew it. He wouldnât because there was something deeper bothering him, but neither of them could yet pinpoint the root of the problem. Hoseok stayed by Namjoon's side, his arm around his tense shoulders, guarding against any possibility of an altercation, while Yoongi stayed close to Taehyung, trying to offer him some company and moral support (he couldn't say he agreed with either of them).
âBut we no longer had anything that truly and materially prevented us from getting closer. I'm not saying it was what we should've done, but if it was relatively easier to stay out of it before, it was because the Kims were there.â
âAnd if the opportunity arose⊠with everything we're carryingâŠâ Hoseok trailed off.
âIt must have been what Taehyung pondered at that convention you went to,â Yoongi nodded toward the young man, â«there's nothing left to stop me from doing this, except my own reasoning, but I can ignore that». It must've been what Jungkook and Jin thought too.â
âI can't say I understand what was going through Jungkook's mind.â Hoseok considered, shaking his head slightly.
âI don't think he thought it through that much. He probably just wanted to see her and nothing else when he found out she worked there.â Taehyung spoke, almost murmuring, letting his forearms rest on his knees. If the others were looking at him, he didn't want to know.
âAnyway. That's my point. And whatever happens next, we'll deal with it.â Yoongi looked at Namjoon. âI just feel like you shouldn't worry so much about things that are and were out of your control. You've already done your duty as best you could.â
âWe will all suffer the consequences.â
âI know that, but itâs not like we never knew.â
Namjoon wasn't satisfied with that, and everyone could tell, but it was the closest they'd come to reaching a consensus, for the time being. Namjoon was going to have a hard time accepting what Yoongi had already understood, and he'd have to make peace with it, or they wouldn't be able to get out of this mess. No matter how hard they tried, if Namjoon abandoned the position he'd taken in everyone else's lives, they most likely wouldn't be able to talk about family again.
The reason Namjoon was having so much trouble dealing with this was because he didn't feel capable of accepting what Yoongi had said. It wasn't the fact that the Kims were no longer on the company's board of directors; it was more about the fact that just because that was now a reality, everyone else had taken it as a green light to disregard any moral boundaries they'd set for themselves in the past. That was the only thing he couldn't accept, but for Yoongi, it always seemed to be the most logical outcome. What's more, Namjoon must've been an idiot for not having considered it before.
Surely that last thought hadn't crossed Yoongi's mind, or anyone else's, but Namjoon couldn't help but think it had to be this way. Trying to impose his own behavior on others, as if he could predict how others would act based on his own behavior, in a selfish way, had cost him dearly. If he hadn't seen this coming, he was going to pay dearly, and he deserved it.
âDon't make that fucking face.â
Those present in the room raised their heads when Jin's voice filled the space. Taehyung jumped on the couch, while the older ones watched Jin descend the stairs toward the living room. None of them had noticed that Jin had left his room.
With long strides, the older man approached, his brow furrowed and tension oozing from his stiff posture.
âStop making that face.â Jin snapped, addressing Namjoon as he reached the center of the room, and Namjoon could only watch, his entire body contorted with distress. He really didn't want to have this conversation, butâŠ
âJinââ Hoseok tried to ask him not to be so harsh, but Jin shook his arm sharply and stepped back.
âWipe that fucking look off your face. What do you think youâre going to get with that?â
âHyungââ
âDo you think if you knew everything we'd all be here right now?â
Namjoon frowned.
âDo you think if you were some fucking psychic weâd all be here together? Donât be an idiot.â
âJin!â It was Yoongi who exclaimed, and tried to approach, but Namjoon stood up and confronted him, seemingly having had enough of his accusations. With the jumble of emotions swirling inside him, perhaps it was only a matter of time before something made him explode. And especially since Jin was the one who could understand him most easily, even though it had been a long time since they'd had a serious conversation.
âAnd what do you think you can do now? You havenât done a damn thing these past few years.â Namjoon spat out the words, sensing a venomous undercurrent, a kind of resentment that someone like him shouldnât be able to feel, in his own opinion. Blinded by his emotions, he could only see Jinâs angry face, while Yoongi and Hoseok approached to try and prevent the argument from escalating.
âHa, how long have you been holding back the urge to say that to me?â
âDonât change the fucking subject.â Namjoon muttered through gritted teeth, bringing his face close to Jinâs, their foreheads almost touching.
Jin shook his head, somewhere between incredulous and mocking, but he didnât flinch at Namjoonâs threatening attitude.
âIâve asked only one thing of you these past few years, Namjoon, and thatâs to get out of your fucking head. Youâve got your head stuck up your fucking ass and havenât been able to think straight since you were made president.â
âJin, I donât think this is a good way toââ
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
âThat fucking look on your face! That hopelessness youâre exuding. And itâs not about the others and not about what Jimin did. Itâs about you. Itâs about yourself.â
âWhatâŠ?â
âYouâve been pushing yourself so hard that now youâre thinking itâs your fault for not reaching the same conclusion as Yoongi, arenât you? Youâre beating yourself up in your head for not being able to predict this, right? For not having a backup plan and for not knowing what to do.â
âŠ
âWell, surprise! You donât have to know what to do. You donât have to control everything. Thereâs no way you can control everything, and you still havenât grasped that.â
Yoongi exchanged a glance with Hoseok, observing Namjoon's silence. Despite his obvious annoyance, Namjoon seemed unable to respond to Jin. Taehyung simply watched them silently from the couch, beginning to understand the source of Namjoon's barely concealed hostility earlier. He was still bothered by the question and the accusatory tone Namjoon had used, but Jin was right; it was practically a characteristic of his personality, and Namjoon's silence only confirmed it.
âIf things happened this way, it's because we're human. Because we're humans with feelings, and we're selfish. And that's not right. I'm not excusing anyone. But look at the lengths you're going to by not understanding that. You probably aren't even thinking clearly right now. You haven't slept in days. You do nothing but work. Why were you expecting to be able to control this? Why didn't you say anything? Why do you always prefer to keep everything to yourself?â
âŠ
âWithin the perfection you imagine in your head, you are imperfect,â Jin lightly patted Namjoonâs head, his fingers gently brushing against his scalp. âEverything you want us not to be is what you are; itâs what youâre holding back from showing us. You wanted to see her as much as Jungkook; you wanted to write to her as much as Jimin; you wanted to fix her life as much as I did. To try to make up for it; to try to give her something after leaving her behind. Or am I wrong?â
Namjoon pressed his lips together, but didnât dare look away. Still unable to answer, he clenched his hands at his sides and furrowed his brow. Even then, he tried to hold back and stay out of it, even though he knew deep down that he didnât have to and that the others would understand if he didnât. He couldnât do it, though; he couldnât allow it, it wasnât in his nature.
âYou have to stop thinking you can predict everything. Your parentsâ mistakes donât define you. Youâre completely separate from them.â
âBut what they did⊠I could never stop them. It was my fault all this happened.â
âChildren canât be responsible for their parentsâ mistakes. And youâre right, in the midst of your despair, you did your best to protect what we could still hold onto. What could we have done on our own? They were going to take away any support system we had. We would've surely ended up on the street, or still living off our parents, drowning in debt.â
Namjoon turned his head away, surely even more ashamed than before, but Jin took his face in both hands and forced him to look directly into his eyes. No matter how hard he tried to hold it all in, swallowing it all down as if his heart were a bottomless pit, a person can only handle so many things at once. And this, at this moment, had to be his breaking point.
âIt wasnât your fault. It wasnât anyoneâs fault. We all make choices. But they took away all our options, so we had to make the choices they put on the table for us.â
Namjoon shook his head.
âThey were my parents. I should've realizedââ
âStop saying that. They made a fool of all of us.â
âBut Iââ
âYou nothing. Stop blaming yourself. Stop carrying that burden. That unhealthy behavior is whatâs preventing you from thinking clearly now. And you need to get more rest. And eat well. I know you all think I just watch the path from home to work, but I notice everything. Iâm watching you all the time. And Iâm no fucking idiot.â
Namjoon shook his head again, feeling weak and tired, but still reluctant to accept that Jin might be right. He knew there was no point in continuing to argue, but he struggled to accept the reality of Jin's words. He hadn't thought it would be so difficult, because he'd never imagined himself in a similar situation.
âWe have to face the consequences of our actions. Jimin went ahead of us, but he was always one step ahead of the rest of us; ahead of our cowardice. Even though our decisions were limited at the time, she still suffered all the collateral damage, and there's no excuse for that.â
Jin patted Namjoon's shoulders brotherly, and he simply slumped onto the table, feeling his body heavy and his mind numb. He seemed to still be shaking his head, but he couldn't be sure. Hoseok stayed by his side, offering support that still kept him somewhat aware of his surroundings. Yoongi was just standing nearby, offering silent support. Taehyung⊠well, heâd have to apologize to Taehyung soon.
âLetâs just wait for Jimin to contact us.â
With those last words from Jin, the room fell into a deathly silence. Yoongi went over to Taehyung on the couch while Hoseok stayed with Namjoon and Jin went to the kitchen to get water for everyone.
None of them were quite sure how to proceed at that moment.
Then, Taehyungâs phone rang.
Jungkookie
Everyone read the name on the screen. There was a pause for a moment, as if everyone was trying to catch their breath at the same time, and then the tension in the room resumed its merciless march. Taehyung didn't even feel comfortable looking at the others.
Yoongi exchanged a glance with Hoseok.
Taehyung stood up, silently took his phone, and moved a little away from the others. When he answered the call, he felt like the world was crashing down on him. He really didn't know which part of the conversation had weighed on him the most.
âHyung! How was the presentation?â
âJungkook-ah, you were amazing. The whole presentation wasââ
âWow. Wait. Did something happen?â
In the background, it sounded like Jungkook had just dropped something on a table, a muffled sound taking over the other line that threw Taehyung off balance slightly before he could answer, his voice a little higher than before now that he knew Jungkook could pick up on any change in him in seconds. Or maybe it was just too obvious. Maybe the impact was so strong that he couldn't hide it.
But lying wasn't Taehyung's strong suit, and the younger man obviously knew it. He knew everything about everyone.
âWhat? No, nothing's wrong. Why?â
âYou sound like⊠sad.â
Jungkook sounded cautious, and besides his voice, Taehyung couldn't hear anything else in the background. With a somewhat nervous laugh, he denied his accusations again:
âWhat? Of course not.â
âHyung.â
âSeriously, Jungkook. Everything's okay.â
ââŠâ
Taehyung dreaded silence with Jungkook. It never led to anything good. The best thing that could happen, honestly, was that he simply wouldn't believe him and would hang up. The worst thing that could happen, howeverâ
âI'm going to call Yoongi.â
âNo, wait!â Taehyung exclaimed, before he could think twice about how loudly he had spoken. He closed his eyes in exasperation, running a hand through his hair. âOkay. Fine.â
Taehyung glanced over his shoulder, meeting the understanding expression on Hoseok's face, who had surely deduced how the conversation had unfolded, and Yoongi's serene face, although Taehyung knew him too well to know that he was anything but serene.
âSomething did happenâŠâ
âOkay, soâŠ? Is it serious? Is anyone in the hospital??â
âNo, no oneâs hospitalized. Itâs not about us. Well, thatâs a lie, it is about us. But not just us. I donât know howââ
âYouâre rambling.â Jungkook interrupted him wisely.
âI know.â Taehyung blurted out, a little flustered.
He had no idea how to tell Jungkook what had happened without making the younger man even more agitated, especially since he'd be on another continent for at least another twelve hours. Even he, being closer to the scene, couldn't say he was calm just waiting. Honestly, the worst that could happen was that Jungkook would decide to buy a flight back to the country immediately, and Taehyung was sure that's what would happen, so he didn't have to worry about anything else.
Taehyung blurted out the words, hoping it would buy him a little more time to explain the situation properly, expecting that Jungkook hadn't understood a thing.
âWhat?â The young man spoke through the line, and Taehyung almost sighed in relief. âWhat did you just say?â
His tone wasn't one of indifference or confusion. It sounded, rather, fearful. It seemed he wanted Taehyung to confirm what he had heard, or that he had misheard.
âWell, itâs just⊠itâs a little weirdââ
âI donât think you actually said what I think I heard,â Jungkook said, with a slightly nervous, airy laugh. âRight?â
âWhat do you think I said?â Taehyung felt a knot forming in the pit of his stomach, a strange, ominous feeling settling in his chest.
âThat Y/N and Jimin are talking right now.â
âŠ
âThatâs not true, is it, hyung?â
âŠ
âThatâs not what I heard, was it?â
âJungkook, thisââ
âNo, no, no, no, no, no, no.â Jungkook interrupted Taehyung, who was about to start biting his nails with anxiety. âYouâre not denying it. There's no way.â
âIt was something that just happened. I havenât even been able to procââ
Now it was Jungkook's turn to remain silent, for a long enough time that Taehyung had to check his phone screen several times to make sure he was still on the line.
âI'm going to hang up.â
âJungkookââ
âDon't call me back⊠please.â
And the line went dead.
âIt could've been worse.â
âDonât say that,â Yoongi shook his head under Hoseokâs watchful gaze. âWith Jungkook, you really never know.â
âItâs even more complicated now that heâs so far away.â Jin nodded at Yoongiâs words. Taehyung had no idea when he had returned to the room.
âI donât think heâd do anything that reckless.â Hoseok continued in his defense.
âWeâre talking about Jungkook,â Yoongi emphasized. âWe know anything can happen.â
âThe worst that could happen is that he takes a flight back now, right?â Taehyung commented, trying to lighten the mood a little, with an awkward smile.
But Jin shook his head, sending his stomach plummeting. âI think the worst that could happen is that he decides not to come back.â
âWhat?â
âBut letâs not get ahead of ourselves. Letâs wait a little.â Jin waved his hand dismissively, but Taehyung could no longer escape the direction his thoughts were taking.
If Jungkook stayed in North America, what the hell were they going to do?
-
There was a memory that never left Jungkook's mind.
Sometimes it would wake him up at night and consume him during the day; it prevented him from carrying out his activities normally and allowed him to do nothing but think and think. That memory brought with it an agonizing guilt, a weight he felt he carried at the expense of his success; a chain, perhaps, that kept him bound to the awareness of his greatest mistakes.
Jungkook didn't consider himself a pessimistic person. In fact, he often tried to stay in good spirits and spread his positive attitude to others, because honestly, hostile and unstable environments generated a lot of anxiety for him. More often than he could count, he was the one who approached someone to cheer them up after a bad day or made them see that their difficult day didn't mean their life was bad. So, pessimism really wasn't something that was part of his daily life.
But despite all that, there was something he carried with him, something that grew heavier each day.
It was you, and the memory he had of the last time you'd been together.
Jungkook hated remembering it, but he would hate himself even more if he ever forgot it. Perhaps that's why he wrote that song, and perhaps that's why he was never able to share it with the others. To be completely honest, if Jin, Taehyung, and Jimin had found out about the song beforehand, it was due to a complete oversight on his part, because he hadn't even intended to release it from the very first draft he wrote.
But the sincere, small hope he had that those words might somehow reach you motivated him to release that song as the single from his new album. More than anyone else hearing it, he wanted you to hear it. He had no idea or way of knowing if you actually listened to his music; you might've blocked him on all social media and somehow managed to practically erase him from your life, despite his international stardom, but he preferred, with that tiny hope, to leave his words hanging in the air, in case you were ever willing to listen someday.
He wanted to be honest. Brutally honest. Perhaps with that he could lighten the burden that still weighed on his shoulders, or at least he tried to convince himself that he could achieve something with it, to ease his river of thoughts a little.
But, honestly, he would never know.
He almost decided not to release the song after the fateful encounter he had with you; an encounter he forced and deeply regretted afterward, though it was all for naught.
âDid something happen?â
His manager was at the door of that hotel room.
Absolutely no one but the guys and two other unwelcome people in their lives knew about you. They couldn't just go around telling that story, nor did they have the right to. So he couldn't tell his manager the truth, but Jungkook knew he was there because he was going to ask him why he had just canceled the flights back to Seoul, and Jungkook had no idea what he was going to say.
Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure why he'd canceled them. I mean, what was he going to do in the States? He had events to attend in Seoul; he had interviews, variety shows, more appearances. How could he just cancel all those commitments, which also had contracts and agreements involved?
But at the same time, how could he just go and pretend nothing was wrong? Maybe no one would know; an average person walking down the city streets and seeing him at another interview wasn't going to look at him and think, "wow, look at him, how he's avoiding all his emotional responsibility", but he himself would know. And how could he just go back to doing things as usual when he now knew that you would also know that he was avoiding it? He couldn't do it. He simply couldn't. That weight was heavier than anything else in his life. Maybe his actions didn't show it; his past didn't paint him in a good light, and he was aware of it, but those were his true feelings, his honest thoughts.
âIt's just⊠I wanted to stay one more day.â
âHmm. Wasnât there any way you could've told us first?â
Jungkook knew his manager had every reason to be upset, but at that moment he didnât want to hear it. He didnât want reproaches, he didnât want sarcasm, he didnât want anything from anyone.
âCan we talk about this later?â
âJungkook, you have events scheduled in Seoul. We canât be lateââ
âPlease.â
He heard the man sigh behind him. He hadn't even been able to turn around to face him. And no one wanted to confront Jeon Jungkook, not even the people on his team, except for his manager.
âI'll be back in two hours.â
As his footsteps faded, Jungkook let out the breath he'd been holding in his lungs.
Now, what the hell was he going to do?
Now that his world had been turned upside down and he didn't have a single safe place to stand, what was he supposed to do? How could everything change so much in a matter of seconds? He hadn't even had to leave the country. How could a simple phone call change everything so abruptly?
Amid so many things, Jungkook could only remember. And what he remembered most, as always, was the last time. He remembered how soft your voice had sounded when you told him you'd hug the next time you saw each other, and how bitter it had been the last time he saw you, when you couldn't even turn around to look at him. It wasn't even worth seeing him. Just recalling your sharp tone of voice and how every word got stuck in his throat was enough to bring him crashing back to reality.
His song was a longing. A wish whispered into the void of a dream that could never come true.
It was what he deserved, he knew it; the least he deserved up to that point. He had been naive, an idiot, and reckless. He wasn't even sure he'd thought it through before taking the first car that passed him and returning to that coffee shop that had ignited a flame in his heart. He was selfish (as before, as always) for believing those words from the last time would come true; he was ignorant and oblivious, and that was another thing he could never forgive himself for. Not being able to tell you how much he missed you wasn't even punishment enough.
So he couldn't just go back to Seoul and pretend nothing had happened; continue with his shows and interviews, plastering a fake smile on the cameras as if he actually had the energy to endure it. Hadn't he hurt you enough already? Everything was going to change from that moment on. He didn't even know how the others were doing, but judging by Taehyung's tone of voice when he answered that call, he could guess it wasn't going well.
In the midst of the hurricane of thoughts swirling in Jungkook's head, the only thing that brought him true calm was that memory of the last time. That last time before everything really fell apart, before they had to make the worst decisions, and before one of the worst moments of his entire life, when he never wanted more to have you closer.
When I see you again, I'll look into your eyes and tell you how much I've missed you.
That memory was both a curse and a blessing.
Jungkook hated remembering it, but he would hate himself even more if he ever forgot it.
Scenario: youâre sick and Yoongi doesnât like itâŠ
The bed was a chaotic mess of sheets and crumpled tissues. A body sluggishly thrashed on one side, curling into a foetal position before squirming straight, legs cricketing.
It hurt his heart to watch; he hated the little whimpered noises you made without realising and the comfort you sought without thought.
He wasnât sure if you were asleep when he sat on the empty side and reached over to feel your forehead, hissing instantly at the heat pouring from your skin like a furnace. You had a fever and he couldnât let you suffer like this, not on his watch.
You needed medicine and pain relief, a cold compress and fresh water with a clean straw. Maybe some porridge if you could stomach it. A humidifier for the room with aromatherapy oils and maybe an extra fan until your temperature came down.
Yoongi was a man of action and he showed his love through those actions. You knew this, you loved this about him, but right now, you wanted him close.
So, when he moved to pull away⊠you stirred from your half delirious state and whimpered pathetically, reaching for his retreating hand and holding it weakly.
âYoon⊠donât wanna get you sick but donât want you to go,â you admitted with a rasp.
He hummed for a second before sliding fully onto the bed beside you, his arm wound around your middle and gently drew you back until he was curled around you. You could feel his nose in your hair and youâd normally cringe, knowing you needed to shower but the comfort this gesture brought couldnât be denied.
âI donât get sick,â he stated with an air of certainty he shouldnât be able to possess. âIf I make dak-juk will you try to eat some?â
You groaned at the thought of food, wriggling around to press your face into the pillows. Yoongi chuckled and sat up. He stroked your hair for a moment longer and the tenderness of his touch made your chest ache and your throat tighten.
âMy girl is sick and Iâm gonna do everything I can until youâre better. If that means spoon feeding you baby bites of food and making you rest up then thatâs what is going to happen.â
It was his way of saying âI love youâ and you sniffled at him from your messy nest of tissues and blankets.
‷"mini" one-shot!! in which....The perilla leaf debate in general is supposed to be nothing more than a stupid internet argument, until Jungkook nearly starts a war at dinner over Jimin helping you separate yours.
pairing: bestfriend!jungkook x fem!reader
warnings: friends to lovers, jk is down horrendous, jealousy over vegetables, mutual pining, lovesick idiot behavior, perilla leaves almost ruin a friendship, secondhand embarrassment, yearning, jimin stirs the pot for fun, kissing, tooth-rotting fluff, jk loses the perilla leaf war but gets the girl
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The group chat has been blowing up since 4 p.m.
taehyung: pls tell me someone wants to go have dinner tonight. i'm dying of academic boredom
hobi: literally same. i haven't seen sunlight in 3 days
namjoon: i found this place downtown. it's called "korean fusion." wait, i'll send the address.
jimin: i hope everyone is coming... unless i might have to delete a certain someone's animal crossing save files
you: threats??? really???
jk: she's coming
you: umh??? i didn't even answer yet
jungkook: you're coming
The restaurant is the most Instagrammable place you've ever seen, and you would have gotten there faster if your roommate hadn't been in desperate need of moral support over a situationship. You see Jungkook look up at you the second you enter his peripheral vision.
"Finally," Taehyung says.
"Sorry, sorry." You slide into the booth, and there's only one spot left, wedged between Jimin and the wall, directly across from Jungkook. "Emergency friend duties."
"More important than us?" Hobi asks.
"You'll live," you say, but you're not paying attention because Jungkook is still staring at you. Your eyes meet. He doesn't look away. Your stomach flips, and you wonder if you should have done this another day because emotional rollercoasters don't sound like a great idea on an empty stomach.
"Hi," he says.
"Hi," you say back.
A few minutes later, the drinks and the banchan arrive. Jungkook is laughing at something Taehyung is saying, beer in hand, but he keeps glancing at you every time you reach for the banchan. You don't notice as you are trying your best to separate the stack of perilla leaves.
"Oh my God," you mutter, trying to separate them with your chopsticks. "Why are they like this?"
"Here," Jimin says, and his chopsticks slide in from your left, holding the stack steady while you pull one free.
"Thank you," you breathe, relieved, and you don't see the way Jungkook's knuckles go white around his glass.
You look up, and Jungkook is staring at Jimin, and it's nothing like the soft, longing looks he's been throwing your way all night. Jimin, oblivious, or perhaps not, hums as he sets the separated leaves on your plate.
"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon says from across the table. "Pass the garlic?"
Jungkook passes it without looking up.That's when you realize he's staring at the perilla leaves.
Oh.
Oh no.
You know about the perilla leaf debate. Everyone knows about the perilla leaf debate. It's a stupid thing where people argue whether it's okay to help someone else's partner separate their perilla leaves, whether it crosses a line, or not. Usually, usually, it's just internet debates and topics for variety shows.
Jungkook, however, looks like he's about to flip the table.
"So," Jimin says, "how's work been? Did you finish that powerpoint presentation?"
"Yeah, finally," you start to say, but Jungkook cuts in.
"She finished it yesterday," he says, pouring soju into your glass without asking.
Jimin's eyebrows lift. "Did she?"
"Mhm. She texted me at three in the morning," Jungkook says.
Namjoon looks up from his phone. Hobi pauses with his mouth full.
"Jungkook, that's not-" you say, blushing.
"Do you want some meat?" he asks instead, grabbing the kitchen scissors and carefully cutting the grilled pork belly into bite-sized pieces before placing them on your plate.
"Thanks..." you say slowly.
Jimin watches with his head tilted. He looks between you and Jungkook, then back to the perilla leaves.
"Ah," Jimin says softly.
"Ah what?" Taehyung asks.
"Nothing," Jimin says with a grin. He reaches for the perilla leaves again. "Do you want another one? These are really good." His chopsticks hover over the stack.
Jungkook's chopsticks hit his plate with a clatter.
"You don't have to. I'll do it," Jungkook says quickly.
"It's fine," Jimin says sweetly, separating another leaf. "I don't mind."
"I said," Jungkook replies, enunciating each word, "I'll do it."
He takes the leaf from Jimin's chopsticks and places it on your plate himself. Then he looks at Jimin with an expression that makes your stomach flip.
"Jungkook..." you say quietly.
"Eat," he tells you, looking at you with those soft eyes that could kill you.
Jimin leans back, studying Jungkook.
"What is it?" Hobi asks, looking between them.
"Just... perilla leaves," Jimin says. "You know the debate, right? Whether it's okay to help someone else's person with their leaves?"
The table goes absolutely silent and you want to disappear into the floor.
"Guys, seriously, it's not-"
"Some people think it's too intimate," Jimin continues, looking at Jungkook.
"And what do you think?" you ask.
Jimin shrugs playfully. "I think intention matters."
"What's your intention?" Jungkook asks.
Jimin holds his gaze for a long moment. Then he laughs, breaking the tension, and reaches over to pat Jungkook on the shoulder.
"Relax, maknae. I'm just teasing."
The rest of dinner passes quickly. Every time Jimin speaks to you, Jungkook finds a reason to touch you or get your attention. For the first time, it's not meant to be subtle. It's almost like a competition to see who hands you your coat when you leave or who walks closest to you on the way out.
Everyone agrees to walk to the Han River, grab some ice cream from a convenience store, and sit on the benches by the water. None of you are ready to go home yet.
You hang back, letting the others drift ahead. Jungkook stays beside you, his hands tucked into his pockets.
"You didn't have to do that," you say quietly.
"Do what?"
"Mark your territory."
He stops walking. You stop too, turning to face him.
"Is that what you think I was doing?" he asks.
"I don't know what you were doing, Jungkook. You acted like Jimin committed a crime by helping me with dinner."
He looks away. "You don't get it."
"Then explain it to me."
"The perilla leaf thing is stupid. I know it's stupid. But...I always want to be the one helping you. And I know I don't have the right to feel like that, but I do."
"Jungkook..." you say softly, trying to get him to look at you.
"Don't say whatever you're going to say. Let me just... let me have this one moment where I pretend it's okay that I feel this way, even though I'm your friend and I'm supposed to just be cool with Jimin flirting with you."
"He wasn't flirting."
"He was," Jungkook insists, finally looking at you. "Maybe he didn't mean it like that, but he was, and I hated it. I hated it so much. I wanted to be the one helping you, even with something as stupid as perilla leaves."
"You know," you say softly, "you could have just said something instead of starting a silent war at the dinner table."
"I don't know how to say things," he admits. "I only know how to... want... from a distance."
"That's the problem," you say as you reach out, your fingers finding his. His hand relaxes, and he threads his fingers through yours. "You think you're being subtle, but you're not. Everyone at that table knows exactly what's happening."
"Did you?"
"Yeah." You smile. "I know... and I think I've been waiting for you to help me with my perilla leaves for a pretty long time now."
"Don't joke."
"I'm not joking."
"Jimin was testing you, Kook."
"Testing me?"
"Yeah. He was messing with you. It was so obvious he was challenging you. He wanted to see if you'd finally do something about it." You smile. "He's not stupid. He saw it before either of us did."
Jungkook groans. "So I played right into his hands."
"And you were very dramatic about it," you say with a sigh.
"Shut up," he says, smiling.
"I liked it. I really like it when you stop being quiet about wanting."
He takes another small step closer. "So... can I help you with your perilla leaves next time?"
"Only if you're not doing it just to be polite."
He smiles nervously "I'm doing it because I want to be the person you reach for."
You look at him, at the tiny chocolate-chip mole beneath his lip that you've wanted to kiss for months.
Then you do.
You have to.
He's standing there with his heart in his hands, offering it to you like it's nothing.
His hands come up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing softly along your jaw as he kisses you back.
When you finally pull away, his forehead rests against yours.
"Does this mean I won the war?" he asks, breathless.
"You were the only one fighting it, you idiot," you laugh, giving his chest a light shove. "Jimin wasn't actually interested. He has a crush on the barista at his coffee shop."
Jungkook blinks. "What?"
"Namjoon told me last week."
He stares at you, dropping his head to your shoulder. "I made a fool of myself for nothing."
"Not for nothing," you say, running your fingers gently through his soft hair. "You finally stopped being quiet."
He lifts his head.
"I can be loud," he says. "If you want. About this, about you."
"Show me."
"Gladly."
And he does. He kisses you again, deeper this time, and you smile against his lips.
Then Taehyung's voice carries over from farther up the path.
"Finally! Took you long enough!"
You laugh into his mouth and pull him even closer.
â BTS accidentally find one of your sensitive spots â
*requested by anon here.
JEON JUNGKOOK â€ïž
The two of you volunteer at an animal shelter every month. Today, a stubborn golden retriever has decided your shoelaces are public property. You crouch to rescue them while laughing so hard your balance disappears.
Before you can fall backwards, Jungkook catches you, his hand landing naturally against the small of your back. The contact sends a shiver through you, not because of the surprise of his reflexes, but because of where it is.Â
"Are you okay?"
You nod too quickly. "Yeah,â you answer a little too hurriedly.Â
Jungkookâs brow furrows. "Then why are you⊠oh my God!â His eyes widen. âY/N, youâre blushing!"
"I'm warm, Koo,â you protest.Â
He shoots you a look. "It's November."
You open your mouth to argue, but just at that moment, Jungkook absent-mindedly rubs a tiny circle through your sweater with the pad of his thumb while helping you stand.
Every coherent thought vanishes and you feel Jungkook still. "No way!"
You bury your face against his broad shoulder. "Don't."
His laugh is low and completely unrestrained. "I've been dating you all this time and I'm only finding this out now?"
"It wasn't intentional."
"So thisâ" He keeps his hand exactly where it is. "Can be used against you, huh?â
You mush your face into him a little more as the dogs begin barking around you, impatient for attention. Jungkook smiles before giving your lower back one affectionate squeeze. "I suppose I'll have to protect this weakness,â he tells you, placing a kiss on the top of your head.Â
"You sound far too pleased,â you quip.Â
"Oh, IÂ am."
KIM TAEHYUNG/V â€ïž
The antique market smells faintly of well-read books and old, polished wood. Taehyung disappears every few minutes, stopping at various stalls captivated by vintage cameras, strange paintings and cracked vinyl records that only he seems capable of loving immediately.
You find him listening intently to an elderly shopkeeper who is telling a story about a piano older than both of you. When you hold out your hand to help him up, his fingers wrap around your wrist, his thumb idly stroking the inside.
You inhale sharply and his eyes flick upward. "Again,â he says gently.Â
"What?"
Taehyung slowly traces the same spot, and your heartbeat betrays you instantly. A smile spreads across his face, soft, curious and delighted. "You're sensitive here,â he announces. "You just almost stopped breathing when I touched it."
You stare back at him stunned. He turns your hand over, studying your palm as though examining a priceless painting before brushing another feather-light stroke over your wrist. Heat races all the way to your cheeks.
"So pretty," he says quietly, his eyes meeting yours. "The way you look when you trust me enough not to pull away."
The words steal every clever reply you had, and instead, you lace your fingers through his. Taehyung lifts your hand and presses a lingering kiss against the inside of your wrist.
Your entire body forgets how to function.
KIM SEOKJIN/JIN â€ïž
It's late, and you and Seokjin are in the kitchen making dumplings at his parents' house while everyone else argues in the sitting room over an old family photo album. Flour dusts the sleeves of his jumper and somehow, he has managed to get a little in the bangs that fall over his forehead too.Â
You smile to yourself, itâs cute.Â
You steal a piece of filling, and he catches you with a dramatic gasp worthy of an award ceremony. "Yah!â he exclaims, eyes widening. âThat's theft."
"It was quality control,â you protest.Â
He shakes his head, laughing, before stepping behind you to reach for something located in the top cupboard. His chest brushes your back for only a second, but it's enough to send a surge of excitement youâre your spine.Â
"You've gone all stiff," he murmurs, stilling behind you.Â
"I'm fine,â you reply, your voice husky.Â
"Mmhmm,â he hums suspiciously, sliding his fingers lightly beneath the collar of your blouse to brush stray flour from the hollow of your neck.Â
The reaction is immediate. Your shoulders jump, and a tiny, embarrassing sound escapes before you can stop it. Seokjin smirks. You stare at the countertop, face flushing.Â
"Did you find what you were looking for?â you ask quietly, desperately trying to shift attention away from yourself.Â
âNo,â Seokjin replies with a smile. âBut I found something else.â Â
He leans closer, simply letting his breath ghost against the sensitive spot beneath your ear and your knees nearly give out. "You are terrible,â you chide, tone strained.Â
"I prefer to call it observant," he whispers lightly, plump soft lips brushing your neck. You literally tremble under his touch.Â
Later, when the family finally leaves, Seokjin dips his head and presses one impossibly gentle kiss in the exact spot heâs discovered. "You know," he says, smiling against your skin, "âI think this just might be my favourite discovery."
PARK JIMIN â€ïž
The fitting room is chaos. You're struggling, trying to zip up a dress that clearly has no interest in cooperating.
"Need help?" Jimin calls through the curtain.
"No,â you call, but five seconds later youâve changed your mind as you stick your head out from behind the curtain. "Maybe?"
He slips inside with a grin already waiting. "I guess your dress has put up a fight."
"Yeah,â you say flatly. ââIt won."
Jimin laughs before carefully pulling the zip upward. His fingertips accidentally skim the edge of your shoulder blade, and instantly you melt.Â
He blinks. "Was thatâ?"
You hide your face and Jimin's smile softens. "So that's your spot,â he says gently.Â
He brushes a strand of hair away before placing the gentlest kiss against your shoulder.
"So beautiful."
"Are you weaponizing compliments?" you ask.Â
"I'm appreciating my girlfriend.â
Jiminâs hands remain respectful, fixing the dress on you instead of lingering. But when you finally look in the mirror, he isn't watching the outfit. He's watching you smile.
"I think," he says, "This dress just might not be my favourite thing you've worn."
"What?" you say in disbelief.Â
"Itâs your expression."
MIN YOONGI/SUGA â€ïž
Rain drums softly against the studio windows. You're stretched across the couch reading while Yoongi rewrites the same verse for what feels like the hundredth time. Without looking away from the monitor, he reaches out with one foot and nudges your leg.Â
"Move over,â he says.Â
"You have an entire studio."
"I want this part."
You roll your eyes but shift. As he settles beside you, his hand brushes absent-mindedly behind your knee. You jerk so violently your bookmark flies across the room and then silence fills the room.Â
Yoongi slowly turns his head. "Interesting,â he comments, raising an eyebrow. "You reacted."
"I was surprised."
"Yeah?"
A couple of quiet minutes pass before he gently rests his hand there again, warm and steady instead of ticklish. The tension leaves your body almost instantly. "So that's what it is,â he says. "It calms you."
His voice is so matter of fact that it almost makes you emotional. When you lean against him without thinking, he doesn't tease you. He simply keeps his hand where it is, squeezing lightly.
"You don't always have to tell me what you need," he says. "âI'll figure some of it out."
KIM NAMJOON/RM â€ïž
The museum is nearly empty. You pause before an enormous abstract canvas neither of you fully understands.
"It feelsâ" Namjoon begins.
"Expensive?" you suggest.Â
He laughs. "That too."
You lean closer to read the description, and your scarf slips sideways. Without thinking, he reaches over to straighten it, his knuckles brushing at your collarbone. The breath catches in your throat and his hand stills immediately. "Did I hurt you?"
"No."
He searches your face. "Sensitive?"
You nod once. Instead of teasing you, he carefully tucks the scarf back into place. "There."
His fingertips linger only long enough to make sure the fabric stays put. "I'll remember."
The simplicity of those words affects you far more than any dramatic declaration could. He doesn't need to prove he knows you, he simply learns you.Â
As you continue through the gallery, his fingers find yours instead.
HOBI/J-HOPE â€ïž
The kitchen is a complete disaster. Sugar sprinkles are spread out in every direction over the counter, there's a suspicious amount of icing on the wall, and the playlist Hobi put on two hours ago has somehow turned baking into an impromptu dance rehearsal.
"This is your fault," you laugh, pointing at the lopsided cake currently threatening to collapse.
"My fault?" He places a hand dramatically against his chest. âI was following your instructions.â
"My instructions did not include singing into the whisk like it was a microphone."
"It improved morale."
You snort, trying and failing miserably to smooth icing over the crooked top. Hobi wanders over with the confidence of someone who has absolutely no intention of helping. He slips behind you, looping an arm loosely around your waist so he can peek over your shoulder. "It looks great."
"You're lying."
"I never lie,â he tells you. âIâm being encouraging."
As he laughs, his hand shifts absent-mindedly, his fingertips brushing lightly across your stomach through your T-shirt. You fold forward with an involuntary gasp, grabbing the counter to steady yourself.
He immediately pulls his hand back. "Whoa! Are you okay?"
You nod, cheeks warming. "I'm fine."
His eyes narrow with curiosity. "That wasn't because I startled you."
You try to busy yourself with the icing. "I don't know what you're talking about."
A grin slowly spreads across his face. "I got it." He reaches out again, giving the gentlest brush over the same spot and you can't stop the little laugh that escapes.
"I knew it!" he exclaims triumphantly. "That's the cutest thing I've ever heard."
"You are never allowed to use this against me."
He pretends to think about it for a moment before smiling so brightly your heart aches. "I won't." His expression softens, playful mischief giving way to something infinitely more tender. "But I will remember that this is where you instinctively lean into me."
He rests his palm lightly against your stomach, warm and reassuring rather than teasing, and you find yourself doing exactly what he said, you lean back until you're comfortably tucked against his chest.
"See?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss into your hair. "Perfect fit."
The cake ends up crooked, but neither of you minds in the slightest.
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20k words written for my jk Harry Potter fic⊠a personal milestone đđđ. I think Iâve written what just might be my favourite scene out of the entire story so far. Iâm almost about to start writing the end but Iâll save that for later đ« I might do a little character introduction before I post the official story toođ«Ł
âââ kth x reader. âyouâre not a tiger, not a panther. youâre a fucking deer, the stupid creature that runs its ass right to the headlights.â heavy angst ⊠tw: mentions of slight violence, mentions of intimacy. ⊠in love taehyung. (also I love deers, donât dare disrespect my babies.). playlist: crybaby
he was fascinated with life, the existence of our breath, our blood, our functions. he admired what he found exclusive closely, very closely. he saw good in bad, and bad in good. if you made him choose between dogs and cats heâd say both. not just because he liked both, but because he despised the act of comparison.
but taehyung was aware that somewhere in this world, there was an apex predator. he just didnât expect to be so close to it. he figured, weâre all equal with flaws. some far too deep to recognize the beauty.
but he also knew that some things rot, turn into poison and taint the lives around them. he just didnât expect, to be one of them.
âwhatâs your favorite animal?â the older youngster asked, his friends cornering taehyung to make him appear small.
âa tiger.â he answered, wanting to appear strong but he hated choosing favorites. his cheeks were squeezed between the otherâs hand, his nails marking their presence.
âsecond favorite?â a smirk plastered on his hateful expression, waiting for taehyungâs response.
âa panther,â choking on his own saliva. âa black panther.â
the teenagers surrounding him scoffed, their gazes stronger than the junior they had held against a concrete wall. âreally? not with your weak, weak, self.â they snickered.
âpanthers and tigers, they donât stutter. they arenât nerds. they hunt, and eat, and kill. youâre the complete opposite.â the predatorâs grip growing tighter on the prey.
he let go, harshly. letting his pride and annoyance wander in one touch of a hand. âyouâre nothing, nothing, and you never will be anything.â
taehyung wasnât weak, at least he thought he wasnât. but when he looked at himself through otherâs eyes, he did indeed appear like a small fragile package that the delivery man intended to smash.
âhow was school, honey?â his mother asked, unaware of the voices haunting him.
âgood, same as always.â he nodded, smiling at her because she hadnât done anything. she was simply caring about him with a little less knowledge.
âgreat, you have a lot to do today. chores you disobeyed not doing yesterday.â she turned to him, smiling with a slight nod.
sighing, he started moving to his room, the hallway that held many doors. he figured, inside of him there were also many, many doors.
some strange, some odd. but the most important one was in his heart, the soft bright room that existed with colorful flowers and various creatures.
he was an exceptional student, a willingly helpful classmate. but no one came up to him. in fact, he hated group projects. not because he hated the assignments, but because he ended up all alone in a corner hoping heâd feel a touch on the shoulder, hoping he wouldnât be an outcast to the rest of the lives around him.
he hoped the teacher wouldnât have to partner him up with a group in pity, but it happened anyway. if he wasnât somewhat smart, the table full of students would groan to see him coming. but they needed him, like leeches in a parasitic relationship.
he got the grades, but he also got the stares. it was never equal.
they watched as he used one of his fingers to push his glasses back on his nose bridge, as he wrote down everything that needed to be done, as he completed the project on his own with no help at all.
to an outsider, itâd seem strange. not because of what they made him do, but because he was rather attractive. who would bully such a handsome guy?
to the insiders, he deserved it. not because he was actually an ass hole, but because he had no choice but to live in the rumor the monsters created for him. he had to live in the expectation that he was a skunk, the worst animal to be around.
no fucking tiger, no. less of a panther. a skunk.
but he loved all animals.
he couldnât understand why the skunk comparison would affect him negatively, but if animals endured this view in society, he might as well experience the role. he might as well know what it feels like to be feared of and found in trash cans looking for food to survive just to be made fun of with disgusted expressions and scared screams.
maybe.
looks; they donât always save a person. nor make them popular.
It doesnât matter how cool an animal looks, just like the sunfish, it can be made to look, ugly.
and everyday, would be the same routine. ride the bus where only elders would sit with you because they didnât know who you were made to believe. walk to school with the shoes that needed new laces because theyâd been cut on purpose. go to class and sit all alone because nobody wants to be your seat mate. go to lunch and have milk be poured all over you because itâs funny. leave to the bathroom to wash what you can or youâd be smelling like rotten milk the whole day.
go back home and get yelled at by your father to be better, to be a man, to do labor, and to buy him alcohol with the money you very much earned.
no big deal.
and four years later, the adult with the very same soft soul would walk out from the same door he hated. but it was different this time. he didnât look like the nerd he used to be, in fact he looked like a young man that roamed the streets.
not because he wore tattoos or dark clothing. but because of his expression, his new way of living.
he still believes that animals are the greatest wonders in the world.
the immature titles he was given at school prior to graduating were now just a mere memory heâd grown to move on from. and he liked that. because finally, he could live with a mindset he himself created.
taehyung has been in love before. but it wasnât so simple. her eyes, they held passion. seeing her crouch near every stray kitten on the way to school to feed them a little bit of bread she always carried had him wondering.
what would it be like to talk to her?
he was sure sheâd ignore him like everyone else, but like they say, you never know unless you try.
with his off-brand sneakers, he made his way towards her crouched figure as she fed the cats near an alleyway. the distance to school wasnât far, only a few blocks forward.
he figured, they had something in common. he loved animals, and maybe so did she.
âhey,â he greeted, her back facing him but earning her head to turn at the sound of his voice. he cursed at himself mentally for stuttering, his own breath getting stuck in his throat.
she looked serious for a moment, looking at him up and down, her gaze lingering for a while on his dirty pants.
the green color of grass was still stuck on it, due to the fact that he had to wash his own clothes and probably wasnât good at it.
but then she smiled, and taehyung froze.
no one has looked at him that way. just his teachers, but out of pity. maybe some strangers heâd come across when buying groceries. but never, someone like her. so beautiful even if she was tainted with sin sheâd look like a saint.
âhey.â she greeted back. maybe, she could understand him.
âI notice you, uh,â he paused, swallowing the lump in his throat. âfeed the kittens, and I do too. sometimes. they like meat, so I bring them some once in a while.â he admitted, a shy smile on his face as he lifted the bag full of cooked meat heâd stolen from the fridge before his mother could see.
she nodded, still looking a little confused as if asking, âso?â
âmaybe, you would like to try?â he offered, the bag heavy in his shaking grip.
she stood up, the kittens slightly shying away from the sudden movement. âgreat, letâs feed them together?â she smiled, her face nearing his, making him flustered.
he nodded, moving to crouch where she originally was, the smell of food luring the cats to them once again. she sat beside him, taking a piece of meat right after him and following his lead.
âyouâre good with animals.â she pointed out after finishing. noticing how they purred and rubbed themselves on taehyung as he fed them.
âthanks,â he blushed. âyou too.â he wasnât great at compliments, it being a very rare case. he wasnât exposed to such great feelings. heâs had a few crushes but they hated him so it was of no use.
she was different. she waited for him at the bus stop every day to feed the cats, she waited for him by the gates to walk back, she talked to him like he existed.
she was straight forward, staring at him only to admit sheâd been admiring his features as they walked through the neighborhood.
but she wasnât clear.
he didnât know what her intentions were, but he lied to believe she liked him. sheâd shown signs of attraction, but ended up calling their situation as âfriends.â
maybe he was delusional, maybe he wasnât.
but one day, she held his hand, intertwining their fingers. her hand was warm, soft, and fit just right in his. he tightened the grip, his thumb owning a mind of its own and caressing the skin available.
âyou know, I really like you.â sheâd admitted, smiling up at him as he looked at her in silent disbelief. their walking slowed down, his heart racing. quite the opposite.
âyou,â he whispered. âyou like me?â earning a nod.
this was huge. bigger than the awaited season of his favorite tv show.
he didnât know how to react. he wanted to scream but heâd scare her away. so he just smiled. âare you.. serious?â he asked again, unsure of reality.
she nodded, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
how could he tell her heâs been in love since day one without sounding insane?
âyouâre, smart, funny, such a nerd.â she giggled, booping his nose. he smiled, looking down at the pavement in front of them. being a nerd wasnât necessarily a bad thing, then.
âdoes this mean,â he gulped, quite loudly. âweâre a couple now?â he asked, curious but nervous of her response.
she halted, her hand leaving his grip with a sharp pull. he faced her, scared eyes confused.
âare you joking?â she scoffed, his eyebrows now furrowed. she pushed a fallen strand behind her ear, only then noticing the small mic she had on her uniform collar.
âwhy would I wanna date,â she mocked, taking a step forward, making him do the opposite. âyou.â
the shy smile that he once adorned on his lips miles away, his hands turning sweaty at his sides. what was wrong with him? why did he ruin what they had?
âfuck, youâre insane.â her laughter sounding like stabs to his chest.
he wasnât surprised when the taller senior made his way to them, his arm now resting on her shoulders. smirking at him, âwhat, a, scene.â he joked.
âI canât believe you actually fell for it.â
âthought you were the nerd.â
âbabe, what did you expect from him?â they spoke.
taehyung wanted to burry himself, heâd rather been beaten up then experience such a play with his feelings. as if they had taken his heart right out his chest and used it as dinner.
but as he thought about it, no wonder theyâd left him alone for a while, far too long.
âyouâre not a tiger, not a panther. youâre a fucking deer, the stupid creature that runs its ass right to the headlights.â
he couldnât help but let the tears drop. the very same eye the tear dropped from was bruised as he left, purple from the hit he had no choice taking. but he tried to fight back, not for himself. but for what they called him.
he loved deers.
he wore a leather jacket, his adult mind telling him to gamble but forcing himself to pass by the sinful door with drunk advertisements.
he walked towards the flower shop instead, stopping right at the window to admire the colors of the many petals of all different kinds. he loved flowers.
the bell rang as he pushed the door to the store. he didnât know what to look at first, but knowing the exact names of each plant his eyes came across. though, a specific one caught his eye.
he didnât know you were a flower.
but you bloomed so radiantly even as you were concentrated on the plants you resembled.
you looked at them carefully, fixing every petal out of shape for the sake of the aesthetics. his eyes couldnât wander anywhere else.
your delicate touch caught his eye.
but you turned to him, smiling with your soft lips as you noticed him. âwelcome, if you need any help finding flowers just come right up to me!â your voice cheerful but so, so, sinful. and maybe he just heard it that way.
heâd never seen you before, given then fact that you were the only flower he couldnât name.
he nodded, his very same awkwardness sticking to him like a magnet.
you looked, exquisite.
like you belonged in a museum, better yet in a world without the damage of humans.
he found himself visiting the same store he stepped foot in that day, many times. he started small talk this time. until you knew his name when he came into your sight.
âyour girlfriend must be lucky, getting flowers every day, huh?â you smiled back at him. he was confused, obviously you didnât know whether he was or wasnât in a relationship.
but either way, he was trying to get closer to a girl. to you.
âno,â he replied, his hands unsteady. the familiar feeling started seeping in, feeling like recycled paper thatâd be tainted once again. âI donât have a girlfriend.â
âoh.â you looked up at him, still smiling with a slight furrow adorning your forehead. âsorry, I shouldnât come to assumptions.â
you apologized. a small smile creeping on his lips again.
âitâs okay.â but now a question lingered in his mind, if you thought he was taken, what could defend you not to be?
âwhat about you?â his voice wavering, hopefully only to his ears. âa boyfriend, or relationship, I mean.â his hands tightening their grip on the stems of the bouquet.
âno, no one seems to approach me.â you pause for a second, realizing how pathetic you sounded. looking back at him with eyes more droopy than usual, only to quickly switch back to a cheerful expression.
he felt relieved, but he also felt so wrong.
he didnât have any business with who you talked to. If you were taken, he couldnât have done anything about it.
he still smiled though, maybe, he had a chance. but he also wondered, you were so beautiful; how were you never asked out?
looks; they donât always mean something.
on rainy days, he carried an umbrella. surprisingly, you didnât.
âyou didnât bring an umbrella?â he asked, confused at the belongings you had near the cash register.
âno, it wasnât raining when I got here, and the weather slips my mind most times.â you chuckled, your shift ending in a couple minutes. you had the morning shift today, taehyung practically knowing your schedule by now.
âI can walk you to the bus.â he offered, his eyes meeting yours in hesitation.
âIâd like that.â
you sat on the cold bench, waiting for the bus with taehyung to your side. the cold breeze hitting your skin rose goosebumps, shivering slightly.
âyou donât take the bus, do you?â
âno, but Iâll wait for it. for you.â he answered, turning his head to face you. his gaze was deep, determined not to let you go, your soul.
âthanks.â passing him a smile that truly reached your eyes.
taehyung grew scared. when you stepped onto the bus, leaving him sitting alone on the cold bench, he grew anxious.
you were leaving, and he knew it wasnât permanent but he couldnât help but think it mightâve been.
but when you waved at him with a smile through the restricting window of the big vehicle, he sighed. a small grin making its way on his lips as he realized, this wasnât a goodbye. this wasnât a pathetic farewell. it was a simple âsee you tomorrow.â
because it truly was.
one would say he was a stalker. others would say heâs desperate. and maybe thatâd be true, because he would find himself in the same building yet again, talking to you like close friends.
but he wanted to be more than that.
âwhatâs your favorite flower?â you asked, watering the soil of a few pots.
âI like,â he paused. he hated choosing favorites. frowning, he swallowed. âI donât have a favorite.â
âsame. I find beauty in every plant, even if itâs torn.â you faced him, catching his eye as he stopped spraying the petals with you.
âwhat about animals?â he brought up. you looked lost in thought, your eyes wandering around as if searching for an answer.
âI love deers.â you smile. âtheyâre, so gentle. and, so lovable. I love their little noses.â you described.
taehyung wasnât shocked, but rather in awe. he didnât expect it. you loved, deers. you loved him.
maybe not directly, but his heart pounded with a foreign joy.
âdeers arenât.. stupid to you?â
âwhat? of course not, no animal is.â you defended, taking him wrongly. your eyebrows were slightly furrowed, your tone slightly fierce.
âsorry.â he apologized. âsometimes predators call deers idiots.. because they willingly choose to die.â
you look at him confused, âtheyâre not dumb for that.â making him nod, a smile plastered on his face, his cheeks bunching up like soft bread-like hills.
you smile, âyou can talk to me, yâknow?â noticing his now lowered gaze.
turning to you, he leans a little closer to your face. his eyes focus on your lips, expression worried. you didnât move, waiting for the moment for his lips to touch your own.
but suddenly, he stopped himself. âsorry.â your disappointment clearly shown on the drop of your shoulders.
you sighed, smiling and accepting that maybe, he didnât feel the same way you did. you were just friends after all.
but why would he lean in to kiss you, if he didnât like you? maybe itâs attraction, like all the other boys thatâd played with you.
maybe.
taehyung didnât want to fuck things up, especially not with you. but he hoped that the day he kisses you, he wouldnât feel a small device at the collar of your shirt.
he wasnât meant for things like this.
by the shore, both of you dangled your feet over the deck. it wasnât a date, at least you claimed it not to be. especially not with the interrupted kiss back at the shop.
âyâknow, when I was in school, I was like an outcast.â you admitted, hands settled in your lap. âkind of still am.â
he turned to look at your profile, noticing the slight pout of your lips as you thought deeply, eyebrows furrowed.
âyou? but youâre.. beautiful. anyone would want to be your friend.â he muttered the last word, almost like a syllable that would cause harm to society.
you chuckled, âit didnât matter, I was the âursulaâ of the school. even if I loved mermaids.â
he looked back down at his feet that moved right above the waves of the water.
âbut youâre better than that.â
ânot to them.â sighing as you moved to lean on your palms behind your back.
âI was, a skunk. worse, a deer.â he finally admitted. âback then I thought, Iâd rather stink than be vulnerable because at least Iâd have a chance to be avoided.â
âbut I didnât always want to be alone.â he continued. âand even when I tried, I was always left to be roadkill.â
you sat back up, putting a hand next to his lone one on the wood you sat on, pinkyâs almost touching. âdeers are beautiful. I love deers.â
he smiled, eyeing your fingers bound to touch. âI love plumerias.â
confused, âwhat does that have to do with me?â
âyouâre as beautiful as plumerias.â your pinkyâs finally touching, his hand finding the courage to lay on top of yours, even if it was shaking.
âthanks.â the word coming out more of a whisper than anything.
your place was warm, warmer than his, anyway. it had a cabin interior, when the outside looked a bit common.
it wasnât big, nor as small as an apartment, but it was just right. it had room for everything that brought amounts of love. and you had a little puppy.
âwhatâs his name?â taehyung asked crouched near the dogâs bed in socks, his shoes left at the shoe rack by the door, marking his presence.
âhavenât given him one, adopted him from the shelter a few days ago.â you stated, noticing his gentle touch.
placing your keys on the kitchen island, you neared them both, petting the puppyâs fur along with taehyung, your fingers touching in the process. there was something so intimate about him being in your home, but now, he held a new title.
he wasnât just anyone, he was your boyfriend.
âhe has white spots, what about bambi?â he offered turning to look for approval on your face.
âthatâs cute, bambi.â you nodded, turning to look at the puppy, the name sticking to him as soon as it was offered.
your bed was warm, but warmer than usual. not because of the temperature, or because you purposely turned your heater on, but because he was in the duvets with you.
his mouth traveled down the valley of your breasts, leaving his scent on you, his nose tickling the wet skin with its traces.
his thrusts werenât rough, but pressured enough to rock your bed and push you towards the headboard. his hands were gentle, yet heavy. he wasnât calculating the steps, or manipulating the way your bodies moved against one another. he didnât calculate how you made love.
he was just loving you, not because of the sex, but the intimacy of brings. and even then, the moment your eyes met his for the first time, he felt an intimate tug on his heart.
a tug that uplifts him, not one that drags him down.
your hands marked his back, unable to contain the force of your fingers sinking into his skin from the sensation of him inside you.
he kissed your lips, his mouth open which allowed his tongue to meet yours. they swirled against each other, kind of like lost lovers that found their way home.
the wet sounds of his hips hitting yours under the sheets led you to a whole new world, your legs wrapped around his waist as he brought you to ecstasy.
taehyung didnât believe in anything, even less reincarnation. he lived all of his dreams and human years with you, but now here he was swiped off all memories.
the fawnâs hooves were small as his legs were wobbly, trying to keep up with itâs mother. his ears caught many sounds and his eyes colors.
he noticed a plant looked strange.
but it wasnât any plant. flowers were yet to bloom for this spring, the barrier slightly breaking allowing the smallest bit of the colorful flower to be seen.
deers werenât necessarily attracted to flowers, leaving them alone most of the time.
but this one called to him.
returning to the same place as an adult buck, the deer found the traces of petals, navigating his way while recognizing the same trees heâd walked past.
the flowers were thriving, blooming like never before, the water from the rain still dropping to the ground as drops.
he leaned closer, his nose touching one flowerâs center. he looked back. he didnât remember a clear past life. he didnât know anything of that nature.
but he knew something.
these were plumerias.
note: omg I was so passionate about this one hope I didnât disappoint !! happy ending because majority rules, also I tried to include the âviolenceâ and intimacy in a way that blended with the writing so it wasnât too much but itâs still there especially in the way I imagine this story in my head when reading.
Apparently my way of dealing with grief is writing for new comfort characters :)) so I may be publishing a David Kay oneshot soon because heâs been my comfort character whilst dealing with whatâs happened
Jon Bernthal willingly uses his platform to lend a voice to abusers of women, push the zionist propaganda that Palestine were equal oppressors, and be an egregious cop bootlicker that openly praised cops wearing the Punisher skull.
Triple threat of dogshittery but this app babies and protects him to death and acts like none of these are verifiable from his own fucking social media and podcast đ„Ž
There is really something strange about how female celebrities that show their true colors like Sydney Sweeney gets easily lambasted but their equally gross male celebrity counterparts that are unapologetic with their dogshit stances like Bernthal is given endless grace and protected. Why not keep the same energy? Wonder why.
Hi, just wanted to let everyone know that there wonât be any fanfic updates for a while as Iâm dealing with the loss of my beloved pet, Rocky. I hope to be able to update soon, and Iâll write once I feel ready to once more.
bf! Taehyung isn't interested in the concept of personal space. It didn't matter where you two were; some part of him would always be touching some part of you.
You two could be sitting at a restaurant, having dinner with friends, catching up - and the entire time, Taehyung has his hand on your leg. He doesn't even realize it until you're trying to stand up to go to the bathroom, and his hand is falling from your thigh as you push your chair back. His hand aches the entire time you're away.
And it's worse when you two go to bed.
His body fuses to yours, arms and legs intertwined until you can't decipher where he starts and you end. All you know is that his face is smushed into the curve of your neck, and he's nudging his nose under your jaw in a silent plea for you to run your fingers through his hair.
You do, and it's how you two fall asleep, almost every night.
bf! Taehyung can't hide his facial expression when it comes to you. His eyes get all sparkly and wide when you walk into the room. He can't look away even when someone is trying to talk to him. His eyes track your every movement until you finally reach him, and then his smile is all warm and lovesick.
"Hi," You smile, and everyone can see the hearts forming in Taehyung's eyes as he focuses on you.
"Hey." He might as well melt into a puddle right then and there.
bf! Taehyung goes out with his friends for a "guys' night," and it never fails to end with one of his friends FaceTiming you on his phone.
He's supposed to be hanging out with his friends, catching up, relaxing, and when you answer the phone, you're greeted by one of his friends smiling. They tell you that Taehyung is okay, but drunk, and he won't stop blubbering about you.
It honestly warms your heart, but when the screen shows your boyfriend sniffling, you can't help but giggle and coo.
And when Taehyung sees you, it brings a new round of pouts; his hands are snatching the phone to hiccup as he tells you he misses you and loves you like he didn't see you six hours ago.
After a few moments of you reassuring him that you miss him too, you laugh and tell him to enjoy the rest of his night because he can see you later.
What a silly lover boy.
bf! Taehyung says "I love you" with a kiss. He's lying on top of you, his arms wrapped under your back, and his hips snug between your thighs. He's got his head resting over your sternum as you card your fingers through his hair, and the overwhelming feeling of love fills his heart until he needs to let it all out.
The first kiss is right over your heart, followed by his soft voice, and "I love you." The next is on your collarbone, two kisses, followed by two "I love you's." And then he makes his way up higher.
When he reaches your face, both of you are smiling like fools, and his hands are resting on either side of your head as he leans down. He kisses both of your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and he laughs when he ignores your puckered lips to kiss your chin. But when he finally does kiss your lips, he makes sure to look at you a moment before.
He studies your eyes, the way your cheeks are flushed, and your fingers are holding onto his biceps, waiting so patiently for him. That's when he leans back down, his nose nudging yours softly before he finally presses his lips to yours.
He doesn't say I love you then; instead, he shows it by kissing you nice and slow, his body molding to yours as he coaxes your mouth open to deepen the kiss with a grin.
