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call you at midnight

PLOT: Insomnia was always a bad thing until now

PAIRING: Yoongi x reader GENRE: fluff, minor angst, S2L!AU WARNINGS: idk, yoongi smokes (?) WORDCOUNT: 2.8k A/N: it’s been a little while, but i finally wrote something again xx

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It was late, when you first met him. The sky was dark with stars sprayed across its canvas, looking down on you and bathing you in their subtle light. The air was fresh and inviting but you had not dressed yourself properly for the cold. You were to blame for that. A thin pair of black jeans, a t-shirt and a flannel did not do much against the chilly autumn wind. But you did not care. You had to get away from home, and you were not turning back now. You went for a walk at night to be by yourself under the moon’s pitiful eyes. You always found the world to be more forgiving, when it was darkened from the sun’s absence in the sky. The calm and quiet of the night had soothed you plenty of times before. You hoped that it would work its magic that night.

Days later, you went for another walk around the same time, and you met him again. He was sitting on the steps outside his apartment, smoking a late cigarette and scrolling through his phone. He invited you this time to take place beside him, and you did. With that, the two of you became friends, who knew each other’s names, and soon, it resulted in meeting every other night, where you would talk and bond through your shared insomnia. However, one night was different than the rest. It was about six months after you first met when you told Yoongi that you had to move across town. You could no longer meet up with him and hang out on the steps to his apartment, and the thought of suddenly having to be without you made his heart drop. He had not expected you to mean so much to him in such a short amount of time, but somehow, there was a comfort in your presence that he had so easily gotten used to. “Oh,” was the only reaction, he showed, yet you could tell that he was disappointed through just that one word. But you could not change the way things were. Your parents had decided on moving for you, and you could not ask them to stay because of a boy you met in the neighborhood. They would not understand, and they would not change their minds if they did. “We don’t have to stop talking, though,” Yoongi stated, looking over at you with stars reflected in his irises. You could tell in his expression that he hoped you would agree. With a nod, you did, and the two of you finally exchanged numbers, so you could stay in touch despite the distance, you would face. The next couple of times you met up, the mood was different. Sad in a way, but also lighter somehow as you both wanted to get most out of the little time, you had left. You could have questioned why the two of you immediately connected like you did, but you did not. And neither did he. The important part was that you both wanted to keep talking, and together with determination, you could. On your last night together, you sat on the steps and talked like you always did, when Yoongi took off his hat and put it on your head. Later, when you had to leave, he did not properly say goodbye. He merely told you to keep the hat and not forget about him. He was a man of few words, but those he spoke said a lot. You promised him that you would see each other soon again, and you knew that you would keep it. You could not forget about Yoongi if you tried, and distance was not about to break the deep connection you had with him. Neither of you would let it.

Time went by quickly after you moved since there were so many things to get done and get used to, but Yoongi and you stayed in touch. You texted each other every day about little things to keep each other company throughout the sunlit hours. Then later at night, when both of you were restless under the moon, you would talk over the phone in the same manner that you used to on the steps to his apartment. You would tell him about your new school and your difficulty of making new friends, and he would listen and calm your nerves when he said that no matter what, you would always have him. He was sweet like that. Even if he looked tough in his all-black outfit and spoke with very little emotion to the people around him, you would always hear his laugh through the phone and imagine his gummy smile on the other end. One time, he called you at midnight like he usually did, but you noticed that it sounded different as soon as you picked up. “Hello. Yoongi?” you asked, sitting up in your bed in your dark room only lit from the one window. “I miss you,” you heard him pouting. It took a minute before the words were registered in your mind, and it made your heart flutter. “Are you okay? Where are you?” you asked as you noticed the noise around him. It did not sound like his usual spot. “I’m at a party with some friends,” Yoongi answered with a sigh, seeming unsatisfied with the event. You could not remember anything about a party, so you guessed, he had not told you about it. It had probably been a spontaneous thing. “Are you not having fun?” you asked, worrying that he was feeling left out. He sighed again. “I don’t know, maybe. I can’t really tell,” he said. His words gave away how unbothered he truly was with it all. “I miss you, though,” he repeated to show its importance, and this time you had to respond to it. “I miss you too,” you said as you nipped your duvet between your fingers. It felt a bit odd to know that he was not sitting alone on his steps as usual but surrounded by other people, who could ask him who he spoke with. It made you wonder what he would say about you to his other friends. If he even had said anything at all. “I’m not drunk by the way, so this isn’t some kind of drunken confession or anything,” he explained to you, not wanting you to think that his words were influenced. “Okay, good,” you grinned as your cheeks blushed at the thought. You silently appreciated his inability to see you then as the thought of his sober mind wanting you to know set your face aflame. “Can I come see you?” he asked, and you stiffened for a second as you worried, he could read your mind. “What, now!?” you asked a bit stunned. Your reaction made him laugh. “No, but soon. We haven’t seen each other for like two months,” he said, the annoyance present in his statement. You agreed with a hum. “Okay, sure. But why don’t I come visit you, instead?” you offered, and Yoongi felt your hesitance against his suggestion. “You still haven’t told your parents about me, have you?” he asked suspiciously. You bit your lip as you thought of what to say. “I’m sorry, I just don’t think they would understand,” you explained to him. “It’s okay,” he said truthfully in return. “But you will come visit me, then?” he asked for confirmation, and you smiled. “Yes, I will,” you said back. It both made you excited and nervous. You knew him well, but the thought of seeing him again felt different than before you went away. Suddenly, it felt more important somehow.

The late afternoon you went to see him, Yoongi was standing and waiting for you as you stepped off the bus. The sight unwillingly made your heart flutter, yet you tried to hide it from him. It was just so good to see his face again after what felt like forever, and Yoongi would agree. With the right person, two months can feel like that. The two of you got coffee and chose the longer path home, so you could drink and talk on the way. At first, you were both grinning a bit excessively, but you figured that suddenly seeing each other again had that effect on you. Eventually, it turned more natural, and the usual flow came into place, especially after the sky turned dark, becoming a more familiar setting. When you came to his apartment, you realized that you had never actually been inside. You had only sat on the steps with him since both of you enjoyed the night’s fresh air, but in those six months, the two of you never went inside together. You guessed it was a way of keeping the magic you had. There was just something beautiful about the mystery it left, knowing what the other’s story was without getting directly involved. But visiting him defied it, which meant that you were entering a new stage of your friendship. Waiting for him to unlock the door and let you in, you got nervous as you thought of what your parents would think, but you chose to shake it off. That was an issue for another day, you decided. His apartment was different than what you had expected. It was minimalistic and bright instead of the dark and grungy images you had in mind. The place was actually neat and inviting, which made you realize that just like his apartment, Yoongi was that way too. At first, you would expect something more rebellious, but in reality, he was much softer on the inside than he looked. He just did not care much for proving himself to other people. He did not care whether or not his image was a true reflection of who he was. As long as he got to be who he wanted, he was good, and you deeply admired that about him. You sat down on his couch, and he turned on the TV, wanting to keep the mood casual as it had been until then. You agreed on something to watch, and Yoongi pulled you close to rest against his chest before laying out a blanket over the two of you. Your widened eyes immediately found his face, cheeks pink-dusted while he scoffed. “Don’t look at me like that. We both want to, so I’m just making it happen,” he said shyly, eyes on the TV instead of on you as he barely had the courage to do it in the first place, much less explain why. He hoped, he did not have to, and you let him off the hook, simply smiling and laying your head back down. It was even nicer than he had imagined it to be. “Y/N?” Yoongi then said, and you hummed in return, feeling a bit sleepy, which Yoongi could sense in your response. He could feel the way you got slightly heavier on his chest as you relaxed, almost drifting off, and he decided to wait. “Never mind,” he said, and with that, you shut your eyes for a bit.

Waking up from your nap, you were still in Yoongi’s arms, but the closeness suddenly overwhelmed you a bit. You sat up and met his eyes. “I think I fell asleep,” you said embarrassed, but Yoongi’s soft smile put you at ease. “Don’t worry, it was nice,” he stated lightly. With the absence of your weight on him, Yoongi got up from his seat and went to fix you two something to eat. Being a good cook, he made you something amazing. You sat for long at the table after eating. You talked and laughed, and time went by so fast. Suddenly, you had to call it a night as you had a bus to catch. The last one would be leaving at 10 pm, and you really had to be on it, so you put on your jacket and shoes. Yoongi did too, and despite your efforts of explaining to him that you would not mind walking there alone, he insisted. He felt bad enough about you taking the bus by yourself as it was. Making sure you got safely on the bus was the least he could do, and honestly, he wanted to. So, you made your way to the vacant bus stop to wait under the beloved night sky, and without a word, Yoongi slipped his hand in yours, not wanting to waste a single moment. You were slightly taken aback at how affectionate and touchy he had been, but at the same time, it put a permanent smile on your flustered face. As you stood there, your curiosity got the better of you, and you had to bring it up. “Uh, did you have something to say earlier?” you asked gently, referring to the moment before you had fallen asleep. Yoongi then remembered it too, and his free hand came up to scratch at his neck. “Oh, yeah, that,” he said. You ran your thumb over his, encouraging him to go on. “Okay, so I wanted to say that I am really glad you came today and seeing you made me realize just how much I’ve missed you since you moved away,” he started as his shy eyes could barely meet yours. “I like you. A lot. And I want you to know that I’m interested in you… as more than a friend,” he explained as he lifted his gaze to meet yours, searching for an answer in your expression. Calming to his beating heart, he had found that his words had made you smile. However, much too soon for his liking, he also saw your bus approaching, and he knew what that meant. “Oh, that’s me,” you said as you noticed it too, getting a bit pressed with time. Lastly, you ran your thumb over his again with gleaming eyes. “I’m interested in that too,” you answered, and it relieved him. He wanted to kiss you then. Badly. But the bus was already here, and he knew that he did not have the time. Yes, he could choose to give you a quick peck on the lips, but even as tempting as that was, he wanted to savor it. The first time he was going to kiss you, he would kiss you right. The bus stopped before you and opened its doors. You let go of Yoongi’s hand and stepped inside, turning to look at him for one last time tonight. It was 10 pm, but it did not nearly feel late enough for you to go home. Yoongi felt the same way, and you knew it from the last words he spoke. “I’ll call you at midnight,” he said as the doors closed between you. But you could still see him smiling through the glass, and he saw your smile too, following it as far as he could see while the bus drove you away. He could not wait till midnight.

moonchild, don’t cry (Pt. 1)

PLOT: Getting an internship at the local marine hospital gets you close to a dimpled boy and his bottlenose dolphin.

PAIRING: Namjoon x reader GENRE: fluff, angst, animalrescuer!AU WARNINGS: injured dolphin WORDCOUNT: 3k A/N: inspired by dolphin tale and joonie’s love for sea animals x

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Taking a summer intern job at the local marine hospital was not your idea. It was your uncle, who offered you the internship in front of your parents, and the three of them quickly agreed before you could even begin to decline. That is how you find yourself with an almost fully booked summer. You thought that you were going to spend the holiday lying around on the beach with your friends, but apparently, you will be feeding fishes and cleaning aquariums instead. You are not exactly thrilled about it to put it nicely.

You park your bike and lock it up before you dare truly looking at the place. The strong harbor scent is already present, and you just know that by the end of the day, you will be smelling like fish. The place is fairly big with white exterior paint and blue marine lettering. It looks clean but used and actually surprisingly vacant. You hope that you did not get the time and date wrong when you walk up to the front entrance without a face in sight. However, when you pull the door, it opens, and you can walk right in. You enter a wide and open room that stretches down two hallways on both sides with a front desk centered between them. It is quiet, and still, you are the only person around. The walls are painted white but with blue waves at the bottom part that matches the color of the floor to illustrate the ocean, and the salty scent from outside is present in here as well. There are posters up of several types of sea animals and relevant information about the hospital, among them, a few certificates that prove the legitimacy of this place despite it looking a bit rough around the edges. You are not sure of where to go, so you choose to wait around for another minute as your uncle had told you that you would be met when you arrived. Before the minute is up, you hear someone coming down the hallway on your left. A tall guy steps out, dressed in black long-sleeved swimwear and hair dripping from its light brown tips down onto the floor beneath his feet. At first, he seems a bit frazzled, but when he meets your eyes and smiles at you, he emits a comforting calmness. “Y/N?” he asks as he steps closer to you with a kind look in his eyes, gesturing that he knows who you are. You nod at that, figuring your uncle must have sent him. “Welcome, I’m Namjoon. I’m sorry I made you wait but we have had quite a busy morning,” he grins apologetically. “Oh, it’s okay,” you smile as you shake his warm yet moist hand. It is expected, considering his line of work. “Follow me,” Namjoon says and heads back the same way that he came, now with you at his heels. “Normally, I would show you around first, but right now, we kind of need all hands on deck,” Namjoon explains as he rushes through the rooms, looking back at you once in a while to make sure that you can keep up with him. You do not get to see much of the place other than the few fish tanks that you pass since you focus on what he is telling you. Luckily, he makes sure to not lose you by adjusting to your pace as well. “Sure, but why? What’s going on?” you ask interested as it seems out of the ordinary. The two of you reach a pair of glass doors that lead outside, and Namjoon opens them up, so you can pass through. He leads you out into the back of the aquarium, where the outdoor pools are. The area is closed but the only roof is the clouded blue summer sky above. “This morning, an injured dolphin was stranded on the beach, so we took it here to rescue it,” Namjoon explains, still being a bit ahead of you. “We aren’t that many working today, so we all have to help out. You can just watch, of course, don’t worry,” he adds, looking back at you with a reassuring smile. Soon the small above ground pool comes into view. The rest of the workers are there, two in the pool and two more beside it, looking down into the water. Your uncle is there too. As you get closer, you realize that the two workers in the pool are actually supporting the injured dolphin as they carry it around in the water, holding it from both sides. Your uncle notices you then and smiles. “You’re here, good,” he says calmly as he sees the two of you approach. Namjoon is quick to take off his sandals and climb into the pool to take over for one of the workers. He reaches under it carefully and they shift the dolphin’s weight onto his forearms to support it. The dolphin looks quite young, but it must still weigh too much for one person to carry it alone. You stand next to your uncle and merely watch as Namjoon and the other worker walk around in the water with the limb dolphin in their arms. “What happened to it?” you ask your uncle as you watch it with saddened eyes. Your uncle sighs. “She was lying on the beach this morning, wrapped in rope from some fishing gear that had cut into her skin. Luckily, Namjoon found her just in time for us to save her,” he explains. The fact that Namjoon did not take credit when he explained the situation to you tells you a lot about him. From the serious look on his face, you can tell that he cares more about the dolphin’s well-being. “How is she doing?” you ask. “We took good care of her, so she’s already doing better, but she is very tired and needs time to heal,” your uncle explains. “She can’t swim on her own right now, so we need to help her,” he adds to that. You nod in understanding as you watch from the bittersweet sidelines. “For how long?” you ask, looking at your uncle’s worried face. “It’s too soon to tell,” he says, frowning at the sight of the bottlenose dolphin in his pool. This was not at all what you had expected today.

Most of your first day is spent watching the employees of the place do their jobs, seeing to the animals that are staying in their care. Originally, you have been assigned to Namjoon as your mentor, but taking the out-of-the-blue task that he is busy with, you end up following a few different workers around to see the place and get a feel of what kind of things, they do here. Some of it lives up to your expectations, and some of it does not. You had expected the cleaning and the feeding, but when you see the workers’ direct contact with the animals, you are left a bit surprised. The animals all generally seem to be thriving here, and they light up when they see their caretaker friends coming their way. It already changes your view of this place, thinking that you would like to have that impact on the animals as well. However, one thing keeps coming back to your mind. You keep thinking about Namjoon and the rescued dolphin outside by the pools. How are they doing? Is there any progress? you question in your head along with a thousand other thoughts alike them. You worry despite not even having been here for very long, and as soon as you get a break, you make your way outside to check on them and feed your own curiosity. Reaching the above ground pool, you soon have a clear view of the dolphin and its current helpers. It seems that there has just been a switch, since Namjoon is stepping out of the pool and bundling up the bottom part of his shirt to twist it, making water drip onto the ground beneath. During the act, he looks up and meets your eyes, smiling friendly at the sight of you and showing off a pair of dimples in the process. “Y/N, how are you doing so far? Did they show you around okay?” Namjoon asks concerned, and you wonder if he feels a bit guilty about neglecting you on your first day. You merely smile in return. “Yeah, everyone’s been nice, and I got to meet some of the animals, so I’m doing good,” you answer relaxed, wanting to ease his worries. He nods, seeming happy with your response. “Have you eaten anything yet? I’m heading towards the cafeteria to get something myself, so you can come with me if you’d like,” Namjoon then offers as he steps into his sandals that lay by the side of the pool. He makes his way towards you, and as he looks at you, you nod. “Sure, I could eat,” you smile and turn to walk beside him as the two of you head inside. The cafeteria is not far away, and you do not talk that much, but it is okay. The whole atmosphere here is very relaxed and comfortable. Namjoon shows you the different foods and treats you yours as a welcoming before you sit down together at one of the tables. Being a small and local business, it seems that the employees control their own schedules and breaks, so it really is just the two of you in the cafeteria right now apart from the ones cleaning around you. You sit across from each other and as you screw off the lid of your juice, you clear your throat. “So, how is she doing out there?” you ask before taking a sip. The question causes a sigh to leave him and a light frown to dust his face. “Well, considering it’s still pretty early, I think she’s doing okay. She won’t really move that much, but her breathing is steady and calm, so I think she knows that she is being taken care of,” Namjoon explains. His tone is serious, but still light in a way that welcomes your question. He is your acting mentor, so it is only appropriate that he answers these types of things. “I’ve heard that dolphins are pretty smart, so it makes sense that she would know, I guess,” you say, and Namjoon nods. “Yeah, they are intelligent creatures, so I think that she can sense it in a way,” he smiles warmly, seeming to already be attached to her. He was the one, who found her this morning, so you can understand. Saving someone only really feels good if it succeeds, so you get why he is worried for her. Yet from the look in Namjoon’s eyes and the tone of his voice, you have a feeling that she is in very good hands with him.

After lunch, you and Namjoon return to the pools to get back to work. There has not been much progress, but you were only gone for about half an hour, so what is there really to expect. Namjoon slips out of his sandals and enters the pool to once again take over for one of the employees. The girl smiles relieved and stretches her shoulders from the slightly uncomfortable position. “Thanks,” she says as she makes her way out. “Hi girl,” you hear him say to the dolphin in a calm voice. You can see that Namjoon does not just hold her, he embraces her to make her feel comforted as she is carried around in the blue water by him. “How are you doing?” he asks softly, making sure to not make any sudden movements or cause stress for her. It is a sweet act, indeed. Just then, he looks up and meets eyes with the guy across from him. “What about you? You should rest too,” Namjoon says to point out the hard work that his coworker has done so far. The guy sighs. “I know, but everyone is busy with something right now…,” he says. “It’s okay to take a break, go get something to eat. You are not worth much in this state, anyways,” Namjoon grins as he expresses his concern. The guy smiles at that yet seems hesitant. “Yeah, well, you can’t carry her alone, so I can’t go before someone takes over for me,” he answers, not wanting to put the whole burden onto one man. It makes Namjoon lift his gaze further to fall on you, and you can see it in his eyes that he wants to suggest you take his place, but he retracts. You figure, he feels bound by the promise that he made earlier, but he should not. You might as well do something, and this seems pretty straight forward to do. “I can take over for you if you want,” you offer, and you catch the brief smile on Namjoon’s face, when he hears you speak the words, he did not dare to say. The coworker looks up at you as he shifts to your direction, and his brows rise. “Really? That would be a big help,” the guy says, and you nod in confirmation. “I should probably change though, but I didn’t bring anything,” you then say, looking down at your regular clothes. “Your uncle is in his office, he can get you something to wear,” the guy states friendly, which makes you turn on your heels. Luckily, they do have some swimwear for you to borrow, and when you return to the guys, you are dressed more appropriately for the task. You climb into the pool carefully, mirroring the way you saw the others do it. The water is warmer than expected, and you feel it surrounding you as you step down from the small ladder into the pool. You have always enjoyed the slight weightless feel and having grown up by the seaside, it makes you feel at home. “You can talk to her a bit first, so she gets a feel of who you are,” Namjoon says to you, and with that, you gently make your way to the dolphin and look at her more closely. She is beautiful, you think. Smooth and shiny with dark kind eyes, but you know that despite the slight smile she wears, she is not nearly as joyful inside. She is worn out and hurt, and it breaks your heart to know that she cannot truly express it. “Hello, I’m Y/N,” you start off in your most gentle tone. “I want to help you, okay, so don’t be afraid,” you explain. You know that she does not understand what you say, but hopefully, she can sense your intentions. With Namjoon’s agreement, the other guy carefully let’s go and makes room for you to take his place. You then look at Namjoon, who nods in confirmation. He does not seem too troubled carrying her alone, but you bet that he would get tired out very quickly if he had to do it over a longer period of time. “Okay, so gently approach her side and place your arms beneath her, so that she can lean onto you,” Namjoon instructs, and you do as he says, moving closer in a calm motion. “Where should I hold her exactly?” you ask as you are unsure of where you can support her weight the best. “Find my hands first,” he starts softly, and you nod while carefully moving your arms underneath her. With a soft touch, you sense around until your palms land on each of Namjoon’s hands. Holding them there as you wait for him to guide you further makes a blush threaten to expose itself across your cheeks. Normally, you would not so easily be affected by a touch like this, but with Namjoon’s warm and inviting nature, it simply feels more intimate in a way. Luckily, you manage to distract yourself from your flustered thoughts. “Then place yours next to mine,” he says. You move them from his hands to her skin, and you watch her reaction to make sure that she is not startled by you. Luckily, she seems to approve. Her grey surface feels warm and smooth yet is of an almost rubbery texture that makes her both soft and robust at the same time. You have never touched a dolphin before, and when you stand here and look at her resting in your arms, you suddenly feel very fortunate to get to. You can start to understand why Namjoon seems so invested in her. “Are you okay?” he then asks, checking in on you as he worries it will be a bit overwhelming, but to his surprise, you are actually fine with it. Excited, almost, to be a part of her recovery even if it is just through a simple act like this one. “Yeah, I’m good. She really is stunning, isn’t she?” you ask, finding her breathtaking, and it puts a smile on Namjoon’s face. “She is,” he agrees, looking at her with adoration. The two of you slowly step around in the pool in a circle-like motion to give her the sensation of swimming that she is used to from being out in the ocean. “Will she make it?” you ask, though you know that he cannot possibly tell yet. “I hope so. I believe in her,” Namjoon answers warmly, and you meet his eyes with a smile that he returns. “Does she have a name yet?” You ask as well, and he sighs. “No, not yet. I haven’t really thought of anything,” he states, furrowing his brows lightly. The two of you think to yourselves to come up with something fitting. Suddenly, you notice a small mark on her tale, shaped into a half-circle, and you gesture to it with a brief nod. “What about Moon?” you ask. Namjoon looks to where you nodded and finds the mark as well, making the connection between the two. “Yeah, I like that,” he says with a soft smile, and with that, you both agree. Moon, it is.

Prank Calls and Payback

PLOT: Reading your book in peace is a difficult task to do when you are interrupted by the noisy boys staying in the next room.

PAIRING: Taehyung x reader (ft. the other boys) GENRE: crack, fluff, Prankcall!AU WARNINGS: bad words, the usual WORDCOUNT: 4.5k A/N: chaotic bangtan is my religion x

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The first time you hear a knock on the door, you think that the girls might have forgotten something and gone back to get it. You find it a bit odd that they do not just use their own keycards, considering the four of you share the room during the school trip, yet you do not care to question it too much. You merely get up and open the door to let them in. It is a surprise, however, that no one is standing in the hallway and waiting to be let inside. You take a step out to check, but there is no one there. The hostel hallway is empty from everything but lights, carpet, and doors to other rooms. And you in your jammies and slippers. Maybe I misheard it? you think to yourself, wondering if there even was a knocking sound in the first place. It could have also easily been from the neighboring door since the walls are quite thin. You have already sighed over the noisy boys in the next room as they have entertained each other with impressions and who-knows-what. Whatever boys do that make them laugh so loudly.

Being in the middle of reading your current favorite book makes you find it extremely rude that they seem not to care at all about their loudness. That, and of course, it does not help that they are the four boys that you dislike the most in your class. The ones that always do stupid things, say dumb comments and act as if the world belongs to them. They might be doing alright, popularity-wise, but not with you. You do not buy it, and you certainly do not fall for it. They can smile and plead as much as they want, but they will still be the same boys that make your blood boil. Sitting back down on your bed, you pick up the book again and try to focus on reading. Suddenly, you hear another knock on the door. Your brows furrow at the sound as you have just answered it to no avail. You get up again, knowing that you definitely heard something this time. It takes a few steps before you are at the door, and when you open it, you are once again left with an empty hallway. What the hell is going on? you think to yourself, scolding the culprit in your mind. You are not sure what is going on and why, but someone is knocking on your door, and being interrupted like that for no reason really annoys you. You just want to read your book, so with that in mind, you close the door again and try to not let it get on your nerves. However, you do not even make it back to the bed before you hear someone knocking again. The thing about trying not to get irritated is quickly forgotten as you storm to the door and rip it open. Sure enough, the hall is empty as expected, and this time you are seriously pissed. “Fuck off!” you yell out into the hall before you slam the door shut. The sound scatters on the floor of the hostel, and right as it stops, you hear someone start laughing with pure amusement next door. With a huff, you shake your head at the realization. It is so typically them to try and stir something up. That is exactly why you hate them. You are born with quite a temper, and honestly, those four boys especially know how to push your buttons. And it seems like they get a kick out of doing so. You close your eyes for a second to calm yourself down and take a breath. “Just ignore them, Y/N,” you say to yourself as if you are meditating in the middle of the room. You return back to your book and decide that if they knock again, you will not give them the satisfaction of giving in. You are not their entertainment. You refuse to be. Surprisingly, your outburst makes them quit their little game and leave you alone, presumably having gotten the wanted reaction from you. Though, it bothers you that they even got one at all.

The next half-hour goes by as you read, letting yourself disappear into the world of the book in your hands. Reading has always been a nice way for you to distract yourself from the real world around you, and being someone, who gets easily bothered, you find it quite relieving to have a safe space to avoid just that. But then your phone rings, vibrating next to you on the duvet, and when you answer it, you unknowingly wave goodbye to the calm and quiet night, you had planned. “Hello?” you say, when you pick up the phone, holding it against your ear and listening for a response. “Yes, hello,” the male voice greets back, and you wonder for a second if they might have a cold since the tone seems a little hoarse. “Is this miss Y/L/N, staying in room 212B?” the guy asks. “Yes, this is she,” you answer, yet find it quite odd already. Thinking it must be the staff of the hostel, you put down your book and sit up to focus on the call. “Good evening, miss. We seem to have gotten noise complaints from other guests staying on your floor, and we have to kindly ask you to turn down the music, you’re playing,” the male explains formally. At first, you thought it was about the yelling from earlier, but then you are surprised that it is something else entirely. Something very untrue. “Music? I’m not playing any music,” you defend calmly with your brows furrowed from confusion. The male clears his throat. “I’m sorry, miss, but the complaints were very specific, and we must ask you to keep it down and not be disruptive to the other guests,” he says further still in the same husky voice. You huff, finding the accusation uncalled for. “Excuse me, but I am not being disruptive in any way. Are you sure that it is not room 211B, you are getting complaints about?” you ask, voice a little firmer as you are getting more irritated. It seems much more likely that the noisy boys next door could be bothering someone as they have already made you consider buying some earplugs for the rest of the stay here. “No, it cannot be. The complaints mentioned you by name,” the male answers back, and the statement has you wondering. Mentioned by name. “Who complained?” you ask as you cross your arms. If the guests know your name, they must be someone from your class, however, it seems odd that they chose to call the reception instead of saying it to your face. The male hesitates. “Well, we cannot give out information about our guests, so I am not allowed to say,” he explains, denying answering you. Something is off about it all. Suddenly, you notice a sound at his end as if someone is speaking in the background followed by a hushed laugh. It makes you tilt your head. Looking over on the nightstand beside the bed, you see a phone that comes with the room, and then, you realize that you are talking to them on your private cell. “I’m sorry, how did you get this number? Why aren’t you calling the phone of the room?” you question, and it causes his end to go quiet for a few seconds. “Uh, we are having trouble connecting to that phone at the moment,” the male states, and easily spotting the lie, you scoff with disbelief. “Is this a stupid prank?” you interrupt him, sensing your patience shortening. Then quickly, he hangs up, and the call dies. A second later, you hear the noisy boys burst out into laughter behind the thin wall, and when the realization hits you, steam might as well be spurting out of your ears.

You pound on their door with a firm first, getting ready to give them a piece of your mind. “Open the door, you idiots!” you shout, knowing very well that they can clearly hear you, from the way that they laugh and panic inside. “You think, you’re funny!?” you yell again, voice turning a bit high-pitched in frustration. You might look like a soft little creature in your pink PJs, but kitten definitely has claws. “Ugh!” you burst, stomping your foot. “Y/N, what’s going on?” you suddenly hear softly spoken from beside you, and to your surprise, it is Taehyung. You thought, he was inside with the others, but apparently not, meaning it is just the three of them. Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok. The worst three. Taehyung is oblivious to the current situation, which shows from how his innocent eyes study your frustrated expression in question as he waits for your answer. “Your stupid friends are bothering me by knocking on my door and prank calling about noise complaints,” you explain, clearly fuming. Tae halts, raising his brows in shock. “They’re what!?” he says, and his eyes go wide. “Yeah, they’re being annoying, so could you just let me in, so I can beat them up, please?” you ask, shifting your expression to a pleading one with big eyes and a smile. Taehyung does not really register the threat in your question. He only sees the way you look at him, and with what his friends have apparently done, he does not even feel sorry about what is next. Stepping up to the door, he pulls out his keycard, making the little light turn green from contact. The door is unlocked. You quickly rip it open and rush in, causing the three culprits to jump up from their seats on the beds in surprise. “You bastards!” you spit, pointing at the three of them, whose eyes are all wide and mouths shaped likes O’s. Jungkook jumps behind a chair to hide, ready to use it as a weapon. Hoseok is furthest back by the window, looking so terrified that he might jump out of it, and Jimin is only about three feet away, frozen in his step. “W-what’s up?” Jimin suddenly stutters, trying to play it cool. He manages to shape a brief smile to fake innocence. “What the hell did you guys do?” Taehyung scolds from beside you, almost as bothered by the whole thing as yourself. His voice is drastically changed from the soft one, he used with you in the hallway. Now, it is deep and serious as he steps in to help you lecture his friends. It is a bit odd to you, but you appreciate the back-up. Taehyung has never truly been like the other three, though sometimes it is easy to forget since he is always with them. He can be silly and do dumb things with the others, but he has always been nice to you and given you your wanted space. “Nothing, we haven’t done anything,” Jimin quickly defends, acting oblivious. It only annoys you more. “Then let me see your phone, Jimin,” you state firmly as you notice the black iPhone lying on the closest bed. Jimin looks over at it, and quickly, he runs to it in panic. You do as well, rushing over to steal it from his grip. Jimin fights back, and the two of you struggle, each trying to get the phone for yourselves while the others watch the chaos unfold. You grab his wrist, yet he is quick to switch the phone to his other hand. “Jungkook, catch!” he says, throwing the phone to the maknae. Of course, Jungkook catches it, yet when he sees you turn to him with fire in your eyes and about to attack, he decides to pass it on and throw it to Hoseok. That, he should not have done, since terrified Hoseok’s immediate response is to throw the phone out of the open window. You all stop. “My phone!” Jimin shouts in panic, seeing his precious iPhone fly out the window to fall and smash against the sidewalk three floors down. “That’s what you get for prank calling me!” you scold, finding the punishment fitting for the crime. Jimin is in shock. Suddenly, the shock turns to anger, and he looks at his hyung with a firm frown. “Shit happens,” Hoseok says with a nervous laugh, trying to lighten the mood, yet Jimin is not amused. His anger then turns to pure pettiness within a few seconds, and he takes Hoseok’s most prized possession, his beloved chestnut pouch, and throws it out of the window as well without hesitation. “Oh no! Chester!” Hoseok exclaims, reaching out and trying to catch his furry purse, but it slips from his hands. He watches as it falls to the ground beneath and hurt gathers in his heart at the sight. Jimin crosses his arms as if the payback has been served well. The room is quiet. Jungkook and Taehyung give each other a look, knowing that shit is about to hit the fan. Being oblivious to the pouch’s importance, you try to read their faces but do not get much out of it. All you can tell is that from the look on Hoseok’s face, he is in absolute pain.

“You threw out Chester!?” Hoseok suddenly spits, piercing Jimin with his gaze that holds firebolts ready to shoot. “You threw out my phone!” Jimin defends pettily, gesturing out the window as if to remind him of it. Hoseok shakes his head. “I didn’t do it on purpose!” he argues, crossing his arms. The two of them stare each other down as if they are passing secrets through their eyes. Secrets of murder and the like. “What is going on in here? Why are you guys being so loud?” you suddenly hear from behind you and turning around, you see Seokjin standing in the doorway. He shares the room on the opposite side of yours with Yoongi and Namjoon. Apparently, you are all being loud enough to bother them as well. “Stupid Jimin threw Chester out of the window,” Hoseok is quick to spill with an angry pout, looking at his opponent unapologetically. Jimin frowns. “You threw out my phone, you dick!” the smaller one fights back, clenching his jaw. The two of them look like they are about to fight, but everyone knows that they will not. Really, they are too soft to throw punches. The worst possible fight to occur is a really intense stare-off between them. “Okay, okay. You both did something dumb, and you will pay each other back,” Seokjin states with confidence. “Jimin, how much is your phone worth? And be honest, we all know, you had that phone for a while,” Seokjin asks, keeping his voice calm and face collected. Jimin sighs. “Maybe about $230,” the smaller one estimates. Jungkook’s eyes widen at that. He then moves back from the chair towards Taehyung, not wanting to be blamed for the mess as well and having to pay up. In reality, he knew, he should not have thrown the phone to Hoseok, but maybe if he stays silent, no one will yell at him. Taehyung sees the maknae’s slimy act and shakes his head at him in disappointment. Jungkook merely bows his head in shame before getting behind his slightly older hyung for protection. Since Taehyung has a soft spot for Jungkook, he lets it slide. “What about your purse, Hoseok? What is it worth?” Seokjin then asks. “Like $10,” Jimin huffs like a true diva, saying it under his breath. Hoseok’s frown worsens at the provocation. “First of all, it is a very practical and colorful POUCH,” Hoseok starts off highly offended by his hyungs degrading words. “and second of all, it is worth at least $100 million emotionally,” he adds, looking out the window with a slightly quivering bottom lip. “Oh Chester, this world did not deserve you,” Hoseok says dramatically, placing a hand over his eyes in pain, resting his elbows against the windowsill and looking out. Jimin rolls his eyes at that. “Okay, Jimin, you go downstairs, get the pouch and clean it up. And Hoseok, you will share your phone with Jimin for the rest of the trip,” Seokjin says, wanting the drama to be over with. Being the eldest in the group, Seokjin has learned to solve conflicts between the younger ones. It is all about leadership and compromise. Hoseok and Jimin are still fuming, yet eventually, they give in to their hyung’s suggestion. “Fine,” Jimin says sharply, and Hoseok repeats it in a similar tone. “Good, now everyone can calm down again,” Seokjin says, getting ready to return to his room. The other boys seem to start heading out as well, while Jungkook walks over to his bed to lie down with a relieved expression on his face after dodging a bullet just now. Seokjin’s statement brings you back to the real issue at hand after having been distracted. “Excuse me, but we are not done at all,” you state firmly, clearly annoyed. The boys’ attention returns to you after having been stolen away by a possibly staged diversion. Seokjin, however, is just now realizing that you are here as well, and he wonders why. “You guys are serious tools for pranking me, and you owe me an apology!” you spit, though you find it a bit misplaced now after the whole phone-flying-out-of-the-window thing. Nonetheless, you take your stand with confidence. Seokjin is a bit baffled by your sudden outburst, and the three other boys turn a bit wide-eyed, having hoped for a second that you would let it go. You will not, though, and Taehyung has your back. He nods confidently at your words to show whose side he is on. None of the culprits know what to say. You guess, they had not expected you to actually find out about them, but that only confirms your thoughts on their idiocy. “Uh, I should probably go get Hoseok’s purse before someone finds it and decides to mercy kill it,” Jimin says, giving an excuse to leave. Hoseok is ready to choke his friend for insulting Chester, but he really wants Jimin to go and get his pouch, so he says nothing, swallowing the profanity at the tip of his tongue. Despite your want to scold the insole-wearing smartass, you let Jimin go too. Jungkook and Hoseok are easier to crack anyways since they are terrible liars and cannot handle any pressure. You cross your arms, looking at them with a raised brow, waiting for answers. Taehyung is by your side, crossing his arms as well to show a united front, and it assures you. Jungkook and Hoseok look like two puppies that peed all over the floor despite knowing that it is forbidden. They are busted, and now they must pay.

“So, are you going to apologize?” you ask after having stared the two of them down for a few minutes. Jungkook gulps, looking at his hyung, whose mind seems to be elsewhere. Hoseok is most likely still thinking about Chester. “Uh, well,” the maknae says, clearing his throat. For a second, he looks at Taehyung as if to check his expression. You wonder why he seems to be looking for permission to talk from Taehyung, the one who was not even involved in the whole thing. “We didn’t mean for you to get mad, we just… uh… we were bored, so we wanted to prank someone, and you happened to be, well, an easy target,” Jungkook explains, having trouble getting out the words right. His eyes keep stealing glances at Taehyung like he is waiting for him to interrupt. “An easy target? Because I was alone?” you ask with disbelief. Jungkook briefly scoffs with a tilt of his head. “Yeah, that, but also-,” the maknae starts, but he is quickly interrupted as expected. “I think, you should just say sorry and let Y/N go back to her room,” Taehyung says with a cough, looking at the younger one with determined eyes. You frown lightly, finding his sudden changed reaction somewhat strange. Why is Taehyung even so worked up about it? you ask yourself but without an answer to it. “Hyung, why don’t you just-,” Jungkook asks but yet again, he is cut short. “Say sorry, Jungkook!” Taehyung states fast, talking over the maknae’s words as if to blur them out with his own. It is as if he avoids looking at you, and instead, he keeps his eyes locked on the younger one before him to display his seriousness. Jungkook gives up and shifts his gaze to you instead. “We’re sorry, Y/N. It wasn’t cool, and we’ll leave you alone now,” he states genuinely. The apology is finally said, and you nod in acceptance. “Thank you,” you say back, though your mind barely registers it as it is busy trying to figure out Taehyung. You think he seems to care too much about this, considering it really has nothing to do with him. Barely letting the younger one talk suggests that he is either so done with his friends’ childish behavior or that he is trying to hide something. Yet what could that be? you wonder. With that question in mind, you return to your room, hoping for the rest of the night to calm down.

Chapter by chapter, you finally get to finish your book without too many interruptions. It is only the occasional laugh next door that delays you, but you quickly adjust this time, and after a while, you barely notice it. It is not until the last page is read, and you are going over the book in your head, that you find yourself distracted by the sound of them talking. It sparks a curiosity in you after what happened earlier, so you decide to step over to the wall and check if you can make out what they are saying. Standing with your ear against the wall and listening to a conversation that you cannot possibly make out words from, you realize how dumb you must look. However, you can sense the mood of their conversation as one of them is talking a bit louder than the others. It sounds as if he is voicing an issue from the way his sentences flow; serious and firm, and the other boys kind of hum in agreement. It is a discussion in a way, but you have no clue what the subject of it might be. Hard to tell through a wall, you guess. Then, the conversation comes to a halt, and it is quiet for a moment. Is it over? you wonder. The silence lasts for half a minute before you hear the door to their room open and close as someone steps out. It proves to you that whatever they were talking about is no more. However, as you walk back, you hear a knock on the door to your room, and it takes you by surprise. Opening it up, you meet eyes with Taehyung, and the first thing you notice is his soft expression. “Hi, do you have a minute?” he asks. He was the one, you heard leave just now, and for some reason, he came to you. “Sure,” you say and step back, allowing him inside, and he closes the door behind him after entering. You sit down on your bed, and Taehyung sits down across from you on the opposite one. Suddenly, you notice how nervous he seems, when he starts rubbing his hands against his thighs. “So, what’s up?” you ask, studying him to figure out what is on his mind. For the time being, you cannot tell. “Well, I just came over to apologize for my friends, they should not have bothered you tonight, I’m sorry about that,” he explains apologetically, rubbing at the back of his neck. His dark hair seems a bit messy as if he has been running his hands through it. His distressed state seems so misplaced, and you debate whether or not to just ask him directly, yet his words make you ask something else. “Why are you sorry? You had nothing to do with it,” you state, finding his apology uncalled for. It makes Taehyung chuckle with a tilt of his head. “Actually, I might have had something to do with it,” he smiles shyly, and it causes the light frown on your face. Taehyung notices your confusion and is quick to elaborate. “I am the reason they wanted to tease you in the first place since I kept talking about you, and they wanted to get your attention for me,” he says as he avoids your eyes. When you do not say anything, his eyes return to you, and he bites his lip with nervous anticipation. You then realize what today has been about, and why Taehyung has been acting weird about the whole thing. He likes you. “So, you’ve been talking about me, huh?” you smile, and you read the relief on his face when he smiles back. “Maybe,” he says, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. The change of position gets him closer to you, and it gives him a better angle to study your face. His demeanor is suddenly different as he keeps his eyes on you with a cocky grin after he realizes that you like what you are hearing. He can tell from the smitten smile, you wear. The room is quiet and dimly lit, creating a softness of a kind that makes you see Taehyung in a different light. He looks warm and gentle, and so damn kissable. “Well, you have my attention now, so make it worth my while,” you grin, leaning forward yourself. Taehyung tilts his head, and his eyes fall to your lips. You find yourself holding your breath as he closes in and cups your face with a tender hand. He kisses you, and you place your palm on his forearm for balance as you relax into his touch. It is soft and intimate, and you taste sweetness on his lips. Just like a kiss should be. Before you know it, he pulls back and opens his eyes to meet yours. You bite your bottom lip, tasting what lingers of him still. He smiles at that as he pulls your hair behind your ear. With a relaxed sigh, he lets his gaze travel, and it finds your phone lying on the bed beside you. The sight makes him scoff. “I have an idea,” he says and looks up at you again. You raise your brows in question. “You see, Jimin’s phone might be broken now, but I know Jungkook’s number too,” Taehyung says with a mischievous look in his eyes. You smile as you realize what he is saying. “I’m in,” you say, and you both agree. It is time to have some fun of your own.

Boy Next Door

PLOT: Living next to the Jeons has never caused you trouble, until a certain boy with curly locks moves in

PAIRING: Jungkook x reader GENRE: fluff, suggestive smut, angst, Neighbor!AU WARNINGS: a few bad words, sexual tension and stuff WORDCOUNT: 9k A/N: this is basically my life without any of the facts but all of the feelings T.T

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Living in suburbia has never bothered you much. All through childhood, you have been used to being close with neighbors and making friends across the street with the other kids around. Running in and out of houses, playing in each other’s yards on the best swing set or trampoline and sharing the joys of childhood together has made you comfortable with socializing along with securing you friendships for a lifetime. You have always been an only child but have never felt as one. It has its perks, indeed. It has never even bothered you that the house next door is so close that you could basically just trim the hedge between and share one big garden with them. Mr. and Mrs. Jeon probably would not even mind it as they always end up chatting with your parents by the hedge anyways, inviting you all over for a cup of coffee or homemade lemonade. They are the nicest couple on the street, and they have always made sure to have cookies or cakes for you, whenever you would visit them. They do not have any children but living so closely has made it almost inevitable not to visit them sometimes. It has made you comfortable with them, and you have never been bothered by the fact that they have a perfect view right into your room. Considering you can mostly be seen from their guestroom, it has never made you feel uncomfortable since there has rarely ever been anyone staying in there. Other than that, your yard is pretty closed in, shielding you from the eyes of your peers after you and your neighborhood friends have all hit puberty and self-awareness. It is nice to have that kind of privacy at home compared to everywhere else. However, all good things must end, and the privacy you treasure is compromised one day when Mr. Jeon’s troubled nephew moves in.

That you are unprepared is an understatement. You are going about your day as you always do and coming home to your house feels no different than it has before. You are just returning from a sleepover at a friend’s house and dropping all your stuff on your bedroom floor before opening your window to let in some fresh air. The sound of it catches someone’s attention, yet you are unaware of that. It is not until you are taking off your shirt and are left in only your bra that you look across your backyard and meet eyes with a brown-haired boy next door. He notices that you have caught him staring, so with a faded blush he looks away and makes himself busy. You use your shirt as a shield, while you move over to your closet and grab a fresh one. Watching his window closely, you put on the new one as you are sure that he is no longer looking. Who on earth is that? you think to yourself. You have not seen him there before, so he is definitely new. You figure he must be a guest of Mr. and Mrs. Jeon since he is staying in their guestroom, but it worries you. As demonstrated, it means that he has a perfect view of your room. However, it is a two-way thing, and instead, you find yourself watching him as your curiosity overtakes you. Between the two of you right now, the creep would be you. At least, he has the decency to look away, while your eyes are glued to the window. He is around the same age as you, and it makes you wonder. Normally, whenever they have guests over, they are typically older than him. Since the Jeons do not have children, you find it a bit weird for them to have a young man in their home. He suddenly peeks over at you to see if you are still there, and it surprises you enough to make you drop to the floor, trying to avoid him. You then scold yourself, knowing he most definitely saw that. Why am I like this? you question. After spending a good few minutes on your floor totally embarrassed, you finally get the courage to check on him. Unexpectedly, you find his room empty, and you get up on your feet. Please, let his stay be brief, you pray, hoping for no more surprises or awkward encounters.

A week goes by without too much of a fuss. You barely notice Jungkook next door, since he is rarely home, and it dims your worries. You try not to spend time thinking about it, but in a boring neighborhood like this one, where nothing new ever happens, it is hard not to get curious. You have seen him a couple of times, and you have already gotten a feeling of what kind of trouble he is. Yesterday you saw him smoking out of his window, despite having been told not to by his uncle. He spends most of his time out, but when he is home, he usually either lies around on his phone or plays video games. There are stacks of soda cans by his TV, and an empty pizza box on his desk. He is a mess, really, and his looks suit him. His hair is a bit long and curly, and he always wears oversized shirts and sweats. But despite it all, (and you hate yourself for admitting it) you find him damn attractive. Scolding yourself in your head might be a way of putting it off, but it all comes back to that. He is hot, you cannot lie. But you will not let yourself give in to that and be the girl with a crush on the boy next door. Not when he is clearly not the good type. You shake your head as you realize that you are thinking about him again. Just go to sleep, you tell yourself. It is late, and you rarely function with only a few hours. You have cracked your window, letting a light breeze in with the summer warmth, yet you slightly regret it, when you hear voices outside. Hushed voices that make you unable to sleep without knowing what is going on. You get up from your bed and peek out through the blinds. On their side of the hedge, you see Jungkook heading towards his window with a girl at his heels. Having left his window ajar, he can open it up enough for him to climb inside. He then turns to help her jump up and pulls her in with him. You hear her giggling, and him telling her to keep it down with a flirtatious smirk on his face. An expression far from the shy one you first encountered. You see him close the window almost entirely before turning to her. Pulling her in by her waist, pressing her against himself, he kisses her, and she kisses him back. The sight is icky to you. The tension grows between them, and when the girl moves her hands under his shirt to undress him, you decide to step back and look away. It would be really weird to watch, and you honestly do not want to. Just knowing alone makes you feel quite nauseous. You know what is about to happen, so you close your own window, hoping to block out what is next. For a second time, the sound captures Jungkook’s attention and makes him look over at you, but he cannot see you this time. He only has a feeling that he might have woken you up.

The next day, you are home alone and decide to clean your room. To make it bearable, you put on some music and turn the volume up high, since your parents are not home to scold you for it. The music blasts through your speakers and your open window, reaching all the way into Jungkook’s room, who is trying to sleep off his late night. Following the make-out session and who-knows-what yesterday, the girl climbed back out the window and did the walk of shame home. Jungkook then finally went to sleep despite it being almost morning, and now, at noon, he is woken up way too soon by a sound much too loud for his current liking. He sits up and looks out his window to figure out where the music is coming from, and quickly, he discovers, it is you. You do not notice him as you are busy changing the sheets of your bed. You have not thought about it bothering him, so you are entirely in your own world, dancing around to your favorite tunes. Suddenly, someone rings the doorbell. You turn down the volume a bit before making your way to the front door. Opening it up, you are surprised to see him. Jungkook. “Oh, hi,” you say friendly and slightly out of breath, yet his expression stops you from smiling. “Hi, do you mind turning down your music?” Jungkook asks determinedly, barely getting his greeting out. His eyes are puffed, and his hair is messy. From his appearance and his slight impatience, you figure that you must have woken him up from his late snoozing. “Yeah, I will. Sorry about that,” you say apologetically as it was not in your intention to bother him. You give him a short smile, and it reminds him to do the same. “Thanks,” he says forgivingly before walking away. You close the door and head back to your room, adjusting the volume a bit. You notice him coming back into his room with his window cracked, sitting down on his bed. “Hey!” you say to him, making him look over at you. “Is this okay?” you ask, referring to the music. He listens for a second, and then he gives you a thumbs up. You close the window back in, and he lies down to try and sleep a bit more. Despite finding it inconvenient for him, it could just as easily have been the other way around, so no hard feelings arise.

Since your parents are taking a trip out of town, you decide to invite your best friends over for a sleepover one day. Today works for all of you, so you are setting everything up as you wait for them to get here. The music is on, the bonfire is prepared and the pizzas are ordered. You sit down with your matches to light the fire, but one match dies after the other without starting anything. It makes you sigh defeatedly, and you consider giving up. “How’s it going?” you suddenly hear him say. Looking to your left, you see Jungkook watching you from his window with an amused smile. You wonder how much of your struggle, he got to see. “Badly. For some reason, I can’t light it properly,” you confess, fighting the reddening of your cheeks. “Want help?” he asks, and you raise your brows a bit. “Yeah, sure,” you say somewhat relieved. “Give me a sec,” Jungkook then says and closes his window. He makes his way through his house and over to you, stepping out on your terrace, where you are sitting. You notice that he looks a bit neater today, wearing a button up and hair less messy. You wonder if he is going somewhere since he is dressed like this, but either way, he looks quite handsome. He squats down beside you, and you hand him the matches. Working his magic, it does not take long before a small fire is lit and growing beneath the wooden logs. “How are you so good at that?” you say amazed at his ability. It makes him smile humbly. “I know a few things,” he says without being too cocky. You find it interesting. “Well, thank you so much,” you say, and he nods in return. “Are you hosting something?” he asks, looking at you. The warm hue that the fire starts to emit kisses his skin beautifully. He looks so soft all of a sudden, making you forget his usual bad boy character. “Just a girls’ night, I guess,” you say, hoping it does not sound too silly. “Cool,” he says casually. “You’re welcome to join, if you want,” you suggest, yet the second it leaves you, you realize how it sounds. “Your girls’ night?” he asks with a smile of amusement. “Well,” you laugh a bit nervously, and Jungkook can tell, but he merely finds your offer sweet. “As tempting as it sounds, I actually have somewhere to be, so I have to take a raincheck on that one,” Jungkook answers with a grin. “That’s okay, thanks again though,” you say as he gets up. “You’re welcome,” he replies and starts walking back. Suddenly, he turns around again, making your eyes return to him. “I’m Jungkook by the way,” he adds, even though you already know. “I’m Y/N,” you say back from your place by the fire as you are poking at it with a stick. “Y/N,” he repeats with a slow nod as if to show you, he heard it. “Nice to meet you, Y/N… officially anyway,” Jungkook softly smiles, and you think, you might melt like one of the marshmallows for later. “You too,” you smile back before he leaves. Looking at the growing flames before you, you wonder if you will soon be calling him a friend.

The night goes by pretty quickly, when sitting around a fire, roasting marshmallows and drinking wine. The three of you girls tell stories and talk about everything on your minds, including one mystery boy that has caught your attention. “Is that his room right there?” Jenn asks, pointing to his window less than six feet away from where you are sitting. “Yes, it’s a bit weird,” you say as you cuddle into your blanket. The embers might emit warmth, but the late wind is chiller now. “He can see everything I do in my room,” you add, finding it almost too intimate a thought. “That means you can see him too, right?” Sarah points out as she wiggles her brows, making you all laugh. “Well, since he had that girl over, I haven’t seen anything weird. He is basically just sleeping or watching TV,” you explain, trying to make the whole thing less dramatic. Ever since you shared the gossip with them, they have been waiting to hear more, yet hearing yourself talk about Jungkook makes you feel like a stalker. “I think it’s only fair that you get to see some skin since he saw you in your bra that first day,” Sarah says, and Jenn immediately agrees. “When he gets home, I’ll tell him to take his shirt off for you,” Jenn says, and Sarah gives her a high-five in approval. You eat your freshly melted marshmallow instead of commenting on it, not really knowing what to think. You would be embarrassed if she actually asked him to, but a part of you wants to see his reaction. A part of you wonders if he would do it for you if you asked. You internally scold yourself for your creeper-thoughts. The three of you suddenly go silent as you hear a car approaching, listening in on who it might be. The car door is opened and closed, and just as you hear his voice say goodbye, your eyes widen. “It’s him,” you say hushed, and the girls smile as they listen closer. The car drives off, and you hear him step towards his house. The idea of him near makes the three of you giggle like schoolgirls, and you hope that he does not hear you. He enters his room and turns on the light, making himself very visible to you without noticing it, since it is dark out. Jenn and Sarah both drop their jaws, seeing him. He truly is a sight for sore eyes. His window is closed, so he cannot hear the way that Jenn whisper-shouts at him to do a show like she is a girl at a male strip club. Jungkook runs a hand through his hair and sighs with closed eyes as if to shed the day off of him and finally relax, totally oblivious to the three girls watching him from the sidelines. You fear that he might look out and find that he is being watched by you again, so you start collecting your stuff. “We should go inside…,” you start, but Jenn interrupts you. “Look now! Omg!” she says with a wide grin, making you return your gaze to him. You see him pulling off his shirt above his head and throwing it onto the bed, revealing his bare chest and toned arms. His wavy hair falls down over his forehead as he runs a hand over his slim waist, closing his eyes again and turning his head to crack his neck. The satisfying release shows in his face as his expression softens, and you cannot help but find it mesmerizing in a way. You no longer notice the girls beside you, quietly wooing at him to keep going. You just watch him in awe, finding him absolutely breathtaking like a piece of sculpted art. At this moment you realize that you are totally fucked. Jeon Jungkook truly is troubling. “Okay, enough,” you laugh, forcing yourself out of your addictive trance. “We should give him his privacy,” you add to that, cleaning up around you. Rising from your seat causes the girls to do the same, though they want to stay put and watch the eye candy next door. “I can’t believe, you haven’t done him yet,” Sarah chuckles bluntly, and it makes you scoff. “He’s my neighbor, not a male escort,” you state back dumbfoundedly at her crass thought. With it, you whack her on the arm, making her laugh in pain. “Okay, okay,” she surrenders. You carry the stuff inside, and the girls go get their PJs from their bags in the hall. You close the bag of the leftover marshmallows and put it in the cabinet before cleaning the used tools in the sink. Realizing you left your blanket behind, you make your way out on the terrace once more to get it. Picking it up from your seat, you lift your eyes and see Jungkook as the light is still on in his room. The bonfire is out now, making your surroundings completely dark. He would have to look closely to notice you there, so you let yourself watch him for another moment alone, thinking pretty thoughts of him. He is picking at his lip, looking to be deep in thought. He then decides to turn his gaze to peek at the window to your room, stretching his neck a bit for a better view. He is looking for you, but when he sees that your lights are off, he retracts his gaze. Nodding to himself, he tables whatever he was considering in his head and walks over to turn off the light. You realize that once his lights are off, he will be able to see you, so in panic, you rush inside with your blanket and shut the door, hiding behind the curtains. You see his room go dark, and with relief, you put a hand over your beating heart to calm it down. He did not see you. You saw him, however, and the sight brings you warmth that the blanket in your arms could not.

The next day, after the girls have gone home, you are cleaning up the house from their visit. While running a cloth over the kitchen counter, you notice that some of the neighbors seem to be out on the street, making you curious as to why. You go outside to check yourself, finding a black smoke rising into the sky just a few streets away. You see Mr. and Mrs. Jeon standing by their garage as they look at the smoke, talking to each other about the cause of it presumably. Behind them, their front door is opened by Jungkook. He zips up his hoodie and tugs his hands in the pockets as he walks out. “What’s going on?” you hear him ask his uncle, who then explains what he knows. Jungkook makes a mildly interested expression before pulling out his earphones to untangle them. As his hands are busy, his eyes wander around to eventually land on you, but he does not catch you looking at him. He only sees you watching the sky like everyone else. After what you did yesterday and almost getting caught, you are not taking any chances. To your surprise, though, you see him walking towards you anyways out of the corner of your eye. It makes you rethink yesterday, wondering if he did actually see you guys and is coming over to scold you for invading his privacy. You cross your arms, yet try to play it cool, acting as if you are unaware of him getting closer. “Should I not have left you alone with the fire last night?” Jungkook asks you as he comes to your side. You turn to meet his eyes in panic. Shit, you think to yourself. “I-- we--,” you stutter awkwardly, not knowing what to say. The expression on your face causes Jungkook to laugh. “Relax, I know you didn’t cause it, I was joking,” he says, and you realize that he is referring to the black smoke in the sky, not your stalker-moment. “Oh, that!” you laugh relieved. “Yeah, funny,” you add with a forced chuckle. Finding your reaction a little off, Jungkook tilts his head with a confused smile. “Are you okay?” he asks, making you freeze for a second. “Yeah, I’m fine. It got a little late last night, so I’m just tired, I guess,” you play it off, and Jungkook seems to buy it. After all, he does not know you that well yet. Having gotten his earphones untangled, he sticks one in his ear and unlocks his phone to prepare his music. “Nice to see you guys getting along,” Mr. Jeon suddenly says as he comes over and puts an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders. “Hi Y/N, how are you?” he asks kindly, looking at you. Jungkook seems a bit surprised at his uncle’s sudden presence, yet comfortable enough with his closeness. “I’m good, thank you,” you smile politely. “Your parents are out of town, right?” Mr. Jeon asks, and you nod at that. “We are actually visiting some friends of ours later, so maybe since the two of you kids are both alone, Jungkook could cook you guys dinner tonight?” Mr. Jeon suggests, causing Jungkook’s brows to shoot up in surprise. “I could what?” he asks as he turns to look at his uncle directly, who only meets him with a smile. “You told me that you didn’t have plans today, so unless Y/N has, it would be silly for the two of you to cook two meals, when it could be one,” Mr. Jeon elaborates with a pad on his nephew’s shoulder. “So, do you have any plans today?” Mr. Jeon asks you. You look at Jungkook to read his face, but he does not give much away. You do not know him that well yet either. “Uh, no, not really,” you say a bit hesitantly since you are unsure of what Jungkook is thinking. Mr. Jeon smiles wider at that. “Well, then it’s settled. It will be nice for the two of you to get to know each other a bit more, being new neighbors and all,” he then says, looking mostly at Jungkook, who gives him a brief nod. “Sure,” Jungkook answers with a soft sigh. “Good then,” Mr. Jeon says happily before stepping back to his wife, leaving the two of you in the slight awkwardness, he created. “Guess I’m going grocery shopping then,” Jungkook sighs again with a smile, showing his disbelief of his uncle’s intrusion. “You really don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” you tell him, offering to let him off the hook. Jungkook shakes his head. “No, it’s fine, really. He just surprised me, that’s all,” he says, scratching his head. “Okay, good,” you smile. Finally starting his music on his phone, he locks it and slides it into his pocket. “I’ll see you later then,” Jungkook says to you as he starts walking off, and you nod in return. The black smoke has turned white, meaning the fire is out, so you head back inside the house as well.

For the first time, you are actually nervous to go to the Jeons’ house for dinner, since Jungkook is now the one cooking. You usually make no fuss of eating there but having to be alone with Jungkook causes you to try on several outfits and a crazy amount of deodorant that you hope will fade a bit. Texting Sarah and Jenn is also a bad move since their responses are to ‘put on a slutty outfit’ and ‘bring a whip, so he knows, who’s boss’. You are not sure when your friends got so crass, but it is not helping you at all. You end up choosing a normal outfit and treat the day as any other. The most normal thing is to just be normal, so you are going with that. You knock on the front door and wait for it to be answered. As the wait drags out a bit, you tap your foot against the steps, feeling your nerves coming alive under your skin. For a second, you consider coming up with an excuse and going back home, but before you get to think of one, Jungkook answers the door. Wet and in a towel. The first thing you see is his abs, and the sight steels your words away. “Hi,” he says calmly with a smile as he is drying his hair with a second towel, looking at you as if he is not half-naked right now. You tighten your posture in slight shock, doing your best to control your face. “Uh, hi,” you say and smile wider than you should. “I’m sorry, I made you wait, but I just got out of the shower,” he explains, stepping back to allow you inside. With his back turned as he leads you in with him, you cannot help but let your eyes wander down the soft curves of his toned back. How you are seeing him like this for a second time, you do not know, but you internally thank the gods for sending you this gift. Last night was one thing, but this you would call an upgrade. Up close and within reach. However, you control yourself despite your mind wondering how it would feel to run your palm over his skin. Jungkook suddenly turns around to face you, and your eyes shoot up to meet his, hoping that he did not just catch you getting lost in the view of him. “I was just about to start dinner, would you mind helping out?” he asks, seeming unaware of your acts. You nod at his request, accepting any offer to distract your mind. He leads you to the kitchen counter. “If you could start by cutting these,” Jungkook says as he places some green onions on the cutting board. Taking a knife, he aligns them and cuts through, showing you how he wants them done. “Just like this,” he says. As he is working, your gaze slips down to watch his arms flex with the movement. Being so close to him, you can almost feel his warm skin from here. “Wanna try?” he suddenly asks, and you lift your eyes to meet him. He holds out the knife for you, and you take it from him. Jungkook steps back, allowing you to take his place, and you take over for him. “While you do that, I’ll go and put on some clothes,” he says, and you hear him leave. You frown lightly at that but determine that it is for the best. It would be pretty hard to focus on anything else if he walks around in nothing but a towel around his waist. Soon after, he comes back in a white t-shirt and shorts, covering his yet slightly damp skin. Jungkook turns on the heat beneath the pot on the stove and adds the water. While waiting for it to boil, he grabs the bottom of his white t-shirt and fans himself with it a few times to cool down. “So, was girls’ night successful?” he then asks, wanting to start a conversation with you. He says it so casually that you know, he is still oblivious, which is good. “Yeah, it was great. We talked, drank wine and roasted marshmallows,” you say. “It was pretty cozy,” you add. “Did I miss out on anything?” he then asks, giving you a look. It suddenly makes you question again what he knows. “No, not really. Nothing eventful happened,” you reply, avoiding his eyes. Jungkook nods in return. As the water boils, he adds the ramen. “What about your night? Was it successful?” you ask, wanting to move the focus onto him. It causes him to bite at his lip in thought. “Uh, well,” he starts, seeming hesitant to answer. “Could have gone better,” he says with a sigh followed by a friendly smile at you. “Sorry about that,” you say apologetically. He shakes his head. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” he answers. Finishing up the cutting, you put down the knife and show it to him. “Perfect,” he says and asks for them. You hand him the cutting board with all the vegetables, and he slides them into the pot along with the seasoning. “Have you tried Korean ramen before?” he asks you when you peek down into the pot. “I’ve had instant noodles, but never like this,” you say. Standing so close allows you to smell it, and you sigh with content. “It smells so good,” you tell him with excitement, and it makes him grin. “I’m not the greatest cook, but I make good ramen, promise you that,” Jungkook states confidently. Seeing your positive response makes him feel less stressed. His worries about you not enjoying the food fades away. After setting the table, you sit down across from each other with the food between you. The steam rises up, and the scent of the dish makes your mouth water. Despite having been over for dinner at the Jeons’ before, they have always made sure to make food that you and your parents are used to. You have only tasted their Korean dishes a few times growing up, but ramen has not been one of them. Therefore, you cannot wait to give it a taste. Jungkook digs in first, and you follow his lead. Luckily, you know how to use chopsticks, so you do not feel entirely out of your comfort zone. “This is so good,” you say honestly when tasting it, and Jungkook immediately lights up with pride. He bows his head thankfully. “How did you learn to make this?” you ask before filling your mouth. “My mom has a very time-consuming job, so I’ve had to make myself dinner a lot,” he answers. You nod while you chew. “Ramen is pretty easy to make, so I’ve practiced it to perfection,” he states. You smile at his confidence, finding it endearing. “What about your dad? What does he do?” you ask. The question seems to change the look on his face. “I don’t know, really. He moved out years ago, and I don’t see him anymore,” Jungkook says bittersweetly. “That sucks,” you say back, and it makes him meet your eyes. Being so used to people feeling sorry for him, he likes the way you say it. You show that you understand but without pity. It makes him want to smile. “Yeah, it does,” he agrees with a soft chuckle. You keep on eating as he watches you, determining whether or not to share further. Wanting to test the waters, he decides to give it a shot. “Actually, I was meeting up with him yesterday, so that’s why I couldn’t hang out,” Jungkook explains, and you furrow your brows lightly, remembering his mood about it earlier. “He didn’t show up, though,” Jungkook adds. It makes you sigh with a frown that tells him you get what he is trying to say. “Well, then next time I offer you to join girls’ night, you say yes,” you tell him, making him smile. “Deal,” he grins, and the mood lightens.

Weeks pass, and after having eaten dinner together, Jungkook and you have gotten much closer, and things are no longer as awkward between the two of you. From small chats by the mailboxes to late night walks around the neighborhood together, the two of you shape a friendship pretty quickly. You tell each other things that no one else knows, and Jungkook finally feels comfortable sharing more personal stuff with you, mainly about his parents and their terrible split. It is casual between the two of you but as natural as such a friendship can be. One day, when he is mowing the Jeons’ lawn, Jungkook offers your parents to mow yours as well. You bring him a soda, and you talk for a bit, finding out that you are both going to be at Katy’s party. The party that arrives soon after. Katy lives on the street as well and has been a close friend of yours growing up. You choose a black outfit for the night and do your hair and makeup before heading to her place. Your parents are both working night shifts, so they will not be home until tomorrow morning, meaning you can get plastered drunk and come home without being scolded for it. The party is already quite wild when you arrive, yet the first thing you do is look for him. You chose to come a bit late on purpose, hoping to find him waiting for you. However, you find a sight that is quite disappointing instead. Jungkook is sitting outside on a lawn chair, drinking a beer and smiling at a girl in a short dress. She is laughing at something he says, and it seems to amuse him. It confuses you, but you convince yourself that you have misread him. He wants to be friendly neighbors with you, nothing more. Returning inside, you shake it off and turn to your friends instead. You dance, listen to music and drink everything you can get your hands on. It does not take long before you reach your capacity and find yourself on wobbling legs with an arm around Katy’s shoulders. Katy is drunk too, which means that she is not any help in terms of balance, and you soon lose your grip and fall on your butt. You huff and wipe your hair out of your face when you feel a pair of strong arms lifting you back up on your feet. He turns you around to face him, looking at you with worry. “Are you okay?” Jungkook asks over the music and pulls your hair behind your ear with one hand as the other keeps you balanced. “Hi,” you say softly, smiling at him with stars in your eyes. Having him look back at you makes you forget the girl he was with. You just feel really happy that he is here. “Let me take you home, okay?” he says more as an order than a question. He holds you against him with an arm around your waist, leading you out of the house and onto the street. It is only a few houses down from yours, but the music fades pretty quickly, making it more convenient to talk. “Thank you for saving me,” you say, placing your head against him as you are walking, which makes it harder to do. “You’re welcome,” Jungkook chuckles while trying to keep you walking straight. He gets you inside the empty house and sits you down on your bed. “You shouldn’t drink so much,” he says yet finds it utterly amusing to watch. He kneels down before you and removes your shoes. “You should drink more,” you say back to be funny. As he tries to get you to lay down, you suddenly shoot up. “Wait! I have to remove my makeup,” you exclaim and grab your products from the drawer of your desk, where you keep them. You grab a cotton pad and douse it in makeup remover before dragging it across your face. Jungkook watches you struggle with it, smearing your makeup out instead of cleaning it off. “Come here,” he then says and leads you back to sit on the bed again. He sits down beside you and takes the pad from your hand. He has never done this before, but it seems pretty straight forward. “Close your eyes,” he says softly, and you do as you are told. Gripping the cotton pad properly, he starts to gently wipe your face with it, removing the black patches you have caused by doing it yourself. Your breathing relaxes in his hands, feeling him comforting you. Jungkook is so focused on the task that his breathing starts to match yours. “There you go,” he says quietly as he is finished. You open your eyes again and smile at him, causing him to smile back. “Now, lie down,” he says, and you do that too. He leaves the room for a second but returns with a bottle of water and some pills for the morning. Placing it on your desk within reach, he sighs as there is nothing else to do. “Get some sleep, Y/N,” he says and steps back. “Jungkook, wait!” you say, sitting up and grabbing at his shirt. He looks back at you with raised brows from the surprise, when he is halted in his step. You pull him towards you, and he ends up at the edge of your bed with your hands on him. He squats down before you to get a better look at your face, while your hands move up to find place around his neck. Oddly enough, he is comfortable with that. “Thank you for taking care of me,” you say, and he nods. “It’s okay,” he says. Jungkook is unsure of what you are doing, but he decides to go along with it. He has nowhere else, he needs to be. Suddenly, you sigh with a frown, and he waits for you to say why. “How are you so hot?” you ask out loud in frustration. Jungkook does not pick up on it at first. “Well, it’s pretty warm out, it’s summer,” he answers with a chuckle, finding the question odd but figuring that you are referring to the touch of his skin. “No, that’s not what I mean…,” you pout as he misunderstands. “I mean sexy, how are you so sexy, Jungkook?” you ask with your hands gently rubbing at his neck, and he is taken aback by the act, almost losing balance. It causes a blush to dust across his face and make him red. “You- you think, I’m sexy?” he manages to get out. The thought alone makes him smile, yet it goes unnoticed by you. “Of course, I do. And you’re sweet, too. And funny. And you cook amazing ramen,” you go on as your drunken state leaves you no filtering. Jungkook starts to laugh with his eyes crinkling. You remove your hands from him and pull back, finding it rude. “Don’t laugh, it’s not funny,” you pout further, scooting back on the bed to sit against the headboard. “I’m not, you’re right. I think it’s really sweet,” Jungkook smiles and moves to sit on the bed to face you. “Do you like me?” you ask, meeting his eyes. “I do,” he says. “Would you kiss me?” you ask again. This time, he takes a second to think. “Let me tell you this,” he says and sits closer to you. So close that you feel the mattress dip beneath you and shift the weight towards him. With his hand, he cups your face and makes you look at him. His thumb gently moves across your bottom lip as his eyes follow its movement, studying it up close. Picking back up his eyes, you are afraid to blink as you might miss it. You hold your breath, and suddenly, you feel sober beneath his gaze. “Tell me all of this again tomorrow,” Jungkook states. “and I’ll kiss you then,” he says with a soft smile at his lip. He then pulls back and gets up, allowing your breath to return to you. Standing up, he takes one last look at you before he goes. “Get some sleep, Y/N,” he says again, repeating himself from before. He then leaves you without words to speak and lips yet unkissed.

The next few weeks are hard to get through. His blinds are always down, making you unable to see him and check if he is okay. You hear nothing. You pass him once on the street, coming home from Jenn’s just as he leaves, but he says nothing. He looks at you, then looks away. Your parents tell you that he scared the Jeons by being out all night without telling them, and that he has been moody ever since. Other than that, you have no idea what is going on, and you definitely have no idea what you did wrong. But clearly, you did something, since he is avoiding you like this. You try to shake him off, focusing on getting ready for school to start again, but it is still a month away. It is merely an effort to keep yourself busy, but the effort fails. Sarah thinks you should get a rebound guy, but you and Jungkook were never even a thing. He is not an ex. He is just the troubled boy next door. You almost manage to convince yourself of that until one night, when things suddenly change. You lie in bed, trying to fall asleep when you hear tapping against your window. At first, you think it is the rain that causes the noise, but when it plays a little melody, you realize the sound is not random at all. Sitting up in bed, you see it is him, Jungkook. He is standing outside in the rain, waiting for you to open the window and hear him out. You get up and open the window, making him step back to make room. Once the window is opened up, he can stand beneath it like it is a glass canopy. Even with him standing outside, he is still tall enough to look you right in the eyes. “What are you doing? You scared me,” you scold him. His black t-shirt is drenched, and his wavy hair is dripping from the tips. “I’m sorry, but it couldn’t wait. I’ll just get cold feet,” Jungkook says apologetically. You cross your arms at that. “Your feet look pretty cold to me,” you say, gesturing to his bare feet in the wet grass. Looking down, it makes him laugh. “I see your point,” he says with a grin, meeting your eyes. “What do you want, Jungkook?” you ask, not feeling like small talking in the middle of the night. “I want to apologize,” he says. The way he starts biting at his lip suggests that he is nervous despite his cool façade. “Will you please let me?” he asks, adding it before you speak. With a sigh, you nod. “After the party, when I took you here, you asked me to kiss you, and I didn’t because you were drunk. I really wanted to, trust me, but I didn’t want to take advantage of you,” he starts explaining, and you roll your eyes. “I’m not mad at you for that,” you say, but he interrupts you. “No, but you see, that isn’t like me at all. Normally if girls ask me to kiss them, I do. If they wake up the next morning and regret it, that’s their problem, not mine,” he says. “But with you, I didn’t want to take that chance. I didn’t want to ruin things with you, so I decided to wait,” he adds. You look downwards with a frown, still not convinced. Jungkook keeps going, hoping to make you understand. “After leaving you, I realized what I was doing, and I got really spooked. Seeing my parents split up like they did, made me cynical about love, and feeling these things for you scared me,” Jungkook explains further, and you sense his sincerity. “But how does that explain being an asshole to me over the last few weeks?” you ask, still finding it unsolved. It makes him sigh deeply as he looks at your face. He sees the hurt in your eyes, and it hurts him too. “I’m sorry, okay?” he apologizes, and you hear the crack in his voice. Looking back up at him, you see that he is tearing up. “I needed time to think things through properly and seeing you would just make me want you more. I tried to not make it about what I want,” he says. He is trying to explain things without crying though it seems to be hard to control. You did not expect him to be this emotional, but it makes you adore him a whole lot more. “I really am sorry, Y/N,” he repeats. You cup his face in your hands and use your thumbs to wipe his cheeks from the leftover rain still coating them. It makes him tear up a bit more, and you smile. “Don’t cry, please,” you plead him, and he starts laughing. “I’m sorry,” he says again. “And stop apologizing now,” you add, making his eyes crinkle. You notice how cold his cheeks feel, and it makes you pull back a bit. “Jungkook, you’re cold. Please come inside,” you say with worry. He nods at that, and you step away to allow him room to climb in. Once he is inside, he closes the window behind him. He pushes his hair back to stop it from dripping on your floor. The act shows off his toned arms, and he notices you ogling at him. “Do you mind if I take off my shirt? It’s really wet,” Jungkook says, and you nod without words. Pulling off his t-shirt, he reveals his bare chest to you. He hangs it on your radiator to dry, and you watch him in adoration. Looking back at your reddened face, he smiles at the sight. Jungkook then steps over to you and pulls you towards him by your waist. You stand flush against him as he cups your face and looks into your eyes. “Ask me again,” he says. Having been taken by surprise, you are speechless. His thumb swipes across your bottom lip, and the words leave your mouth all by themselves. “Would you kiss me?” you ask with flushed cheeks, and finally, he does.

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Bus Boy

PLOT: Despite taking the same bus every day, Namjoon sits next to you for the first time.

PAIRING: Namjoon x reader GENRE: fluff, a pinch of comedy, S2L!AU WARNINGS: none WORDCOUNT: 2.3k A/N: I think I could write an entire imagine just about namjoon’s dimples tbh

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Early mornings will never be your thing. You are not a morning person, and you are certain that you will never be one. You have known many of such kind, but you cannot understand how they do it. Maybe staying up till the very last reasonable minute every night has something to do with your tiredness yet going to bed early is and will always be a rare occurrence for you. As long as k-dramas exist, you will not be able to change it. With sleepy eyes and slumped shoulders, you lean against the bus shelter as you wait. You have not even been bothered to put in your earphones for music. You just relax to the sound of the morning rain that falls around you in the barely lit street. The sun is slowly rising but has yet to cover the world in its warm light. It leaves you with slightly chilly air to kiss your skin good morning. The bus is only minutes away, driving through the area to pick up the early goers. For a smaller area at the outskirts of town, the early bus fills up its seats quickly. Fortunately for you, there is always a free seat when your turn is up. You see the bus as it turns down your street and heads in your direction. As it approaches you, you step out with your bus card in hand. The bus breaks and comes to a halt before you, opening up its doors to let you inside and shield you from the gentle rain that falls from the clouds above. You show him your card with a friendly smile, and he nods back in approval, mimicking your expression before he closes the doors back up. You spot two empty seats and choose the one furthest in by the window, leaning your head against the glass.

The bus starts up and continues its route towards the next destination. You try to close your eyes for a bit since the trip is an hour long, but you feel the glass vibrate against your head, and it distracts you from resting. Knowing you will not fall into a light slumber, you decide to make yourself busy on your phone instead. The next stop fills up more seats, but the one next to you stays empty. Looking around, it is clear that morning people are not the ones taking this bus. Everyone is only half awake, and some have even gone back to sleep. You envy them. The bus slowly comes to a halt again, and it makes you look out the window to see who the next passenger is going to be. A guy is waiting outside for the doors to open up, hood over his head to take cover from the rain. He steps in, when he can, and the doors are closed behind him. “Morning,” he says to the bus driver with a smile and shows his card. The bus driver nods back in acceptance, allowing him in. The guy steps further and looks around for a seat, adjusting his grey hood to uncover his eyes. You recognize him from the other mornings. He takes the same bus as you like today, and he is always alone like you. You do not know his name, but you know a few things about him. You know that he always says good morning to the bus driver, whoever it is, so it shows that he is friendly with strangers. He likes to wear comfy clothes and always has his headphones around his neck, ready to be put to use and keep him inspired. He usually slouches down and manspreads but smiles humbly, when he gets up to give his seat to elders. He is very cute with his dimples out. Those are things that you know about him. Finding most of the seats filled, his eyes land on the unoccupied one next to yours. You panic a bit as you realize that you have been watching him, and in fear that he notices, you look away. “May I sit here?” you hear him ask with a raspy morning voice, and you return your eyes to him. “Sorry?” you ask back as if you did not just hear him. But you did. It makes him chuckle lightly as he thinks that he has surprised you, and his cute dimples do not go unnoticed by you. He repeats himself with a cleared throat, and you are quick to nod. “Of course,” you say politely and remove your bag to place it by your feet. “Thanks,” he says and sits down. The seats are not terribly wide, so the two of you are close with elbows touching. Since both of you are wearing thick layers, his hoodie and your jacket, the contact does not feel out of place. It might be his kind nature that makes it so too. He slouches down a bit in his seat, resting his head back. You consider stirring up a conversation with him, but you quickly discard the thought. You hate when strangers try to speak to you in the mornings. However, he might be the type of person who likes a bit of small talk, considering how natural it seems to be for him. He might even find it awkward to sit in silence. Before you are able to change your mind, he puts on his headphones and starts his music, and it causes a deep relaxed sigh from him. Finding the sound very familiar, you figure that he must be just as exhausted as yourself. Maybe not talking is fine. He interlocks his fingers across his stomach and keeps his phone in his grip as he closes his eyes. You mirror his movements and rest back against the seat as well, hoping to charge up just a bit of energy before your day truly begins. With your daily trips back and forth, you have managed to sleep for a few of them, so maybe today is your lucky day. Normally, you would feel very self-conscious about sleeping publicly, but considering how tired everyone is, including yourself, you cannot find it in you to care. Besides, the guy next to you is listening to his music, so if you snore a bit, he probably will not even notice.

After fifteen minutes of trying, you realize that despite your exhaustion, you will not be falling asleep any time soon. It makes you cranky. As if mornings are not bad enough. Now you have to stay awake for the entirety of it with a seatmate that surely takes no issue with resting. It took him two minutes to fall asleep and three more to start snoring, and since then, you have regretted clearing the seat for him. Your first impression of him had been good, but it turns out that you prefer observing him from afar. Not up close, when not even your own music will drown him out. Maybe you should have started a conversation with him and kept him awake. There is nothing to do about it now, though. Of course, you could wake him up, but that seems a bit rude. You decide to give ignoring it a shot and turn your head to look out the window. The sun has risen a bit though still quite low, and the golden rays are peaking out between the trees, coloring the woods in a warm hue. So peaceful and aesthetically pleasing. It makes you feel more relaxed, and it distracts your thoughts enough to fade out his snoring. Resting back against your seat, you feel sleepy, yet your eyelids are not as heavy as they were. You cross your arms and curl into the depths of your jacket, letting the heat of it truly engulf you. However, your actions cause space between your seatmate and yourself, removing the slight pressure that kept him upright and comfortable. The distance has him furrowing lightly before slowly tipping over, and suddenly, you feel him lean against you and his head take place on your shoulder. It makes you freeze. You pull out one earbud and look over at him, but he is too close for you to turn your head. To your surprise, he does not wake up, and now you have a strange sleeping boy using you as a pillow. A light blush colors your cheeks as you are unsure of what to do. You could wake him up, but the boy is clearly exhausted, so you hesitate long enough for the surprise of it all to fade. Before you know it, you find yourself accepting it and letting him rest. Normally, it would creep you out, but having watched him from afar as many times as you have, you feel quite hypocritical in judging him for this. If one of you is a creep, it would probably be you. You decide to make yourself as comfortable as you can without disturbing him too much.

The phone fades to black yet again and hides away the texts. Reading them has made you utterly puzzled. He has a crush on someone. Someone here. Who is this bus girl? you wonder. Your gaze glances around as far as it reaches without you moving from your position. You try to figure out who the girl might be, but you are left with only one possibility. Of course, this girl might not be taking the bus today, yet you do not recall any other girl to take this bus than you. It cannot be, though. To be fair, you are just making assumptions, so you cannot take any of it as facts. The thought of it, however, circles your mind as you think back on the other trips. You do not remember having spoken with him before, yet the image of him watching you when you are not looking is not impossible to imagine. Whether it is true or just a fabrication from your own imagination, you are not sure, but the possibility of it being true puts a soft smile on your lip. Yet the line of thought is interrupted as you notice something. You sense something out of the ordinary apart from the sleeping boy on your shoulder. Looking over at him, you are surprised yet again, and this time is a bit more unsettling. The boy is not only resting on your shoulder, but he is also drooling on it now. Hell no. “Excuse me?” you say gently as you pad his arm to wake him up. It only causes him to frown lightly, so you try again a bit firmer. Namjoon suddenly opens his tired eyes and lifts his head. He wipes his chin and with it, he notices the little pool of wetness, where his head had just laid. With brows rising, his eyes widen in realization. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Was I sleeping on you?” he asks in a slight panic as he pulls off his headphones. “Yeah, you were for a bit,” you say back. He buries his face in his hands. “Aish, I’m so embarrassed,” he says into his palms. It makes you chuckle. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” you say. Namjoon peeks out from between his fingers, looking at you with apologetic eyes. “Let me at least dry you off,” he offers and pulls the sleeve of his hoodie down, using it as a towel for your shoulder. He gently wipes it off, cleaning it from his DNA. “Again, I’m so sorry,” he says once more, making you put your hand on his. “Really, it’s okay,” you say with a soft smile as you look him in the eyes. The gesture makes him freeze for a second, studying your face. You might be fooling yourself, but it seems as if a light pink blush settles across his cheeks before he looks away. Namjoon clears his throat as he rests back in his seat. He brings up his phone to finally pause his music, and he notices the messages from his friend. Reading them makes him laugh at himself. You look at him, and the movement has him looking up and meeting your questioning eyes. “What?” you ask nicely. With what just happened, you believe that you are close enough to ask. “It might sound weird, but I was actually gonna try and talk to you today. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on your shoulder and make it so awkward,” he says with a wide smile. Unknowingly, Namjoon has just confirmed that you are the bus girl mentioned in the text from Hoseok. It makes you smile back at him. “Well, it got us talking, didn’t it?” you say, trying to put him at ease. He nods at that. “It did,” he smiles.

Hitlist

PLOT: You move in with the maknae line and discover a strange list on their fridge with your name on it.

PAIRING: Jimin x reader (ft. Taehyung and Jungkook) GENRE: fluff, comedy, S2L!AU WARNINGS: swearing, sexual themes WORDCOUNT: 6.2k A/N: I might be a soft stan for bts, but I am a hard stan for comedy-pieces x

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You are not sure if you should be nervous right now. You honestly have no idea of what to expect, but you decide to make it a positive thing no matter what. It has been two weeks, since you were forced to move out of your old apartment and crash on a friend’s couch, so you think that it is about time to look for something else. That is what has let you here. You knock twice on the front door and wait after you read the three names on the door sign, confirming it is the right place. Kim T, Jeon. J, and Park J, which is what the flyer said as well. You start hearing movement from inside and know that they heard you, so you straighten your posture and prepare a friendly smile. The door is opened from within, and it reveals two tall young men to you, one a brunette and the other a blonde. They are both really handsome, you think, but hoping it will not become a problem for you, you discard the thought. Cute guys sometimes do as you are quick to be distracted, yet you will not let them distract you this time. There is too much at stake to let two attractive faces make you stutter from incurable nerves. You decide to merely smile friendly at them as you meet their eyes, wanting to start off positive and platonic.

“I am here for the interview,” you state as you hold up the flyer for them to see. The guys both study the piece of paper in your hand, and you can tell that they recognize the flyer. They put them up themselves in various shops and cafés, but there is yet confusion in their glances. Something seems off. You sense something in the air, which you are certain that they will point out, but to your surprise, they do not. “Oh, yes, of course,” the blonde one decides to say, stepping back and allowing you inside as anyone polite would do. You are slightly confused, but you will take it. The brunette also seems to question his friend for a moment but decides to go along with it. “Come on in,” he adds friendly, and you walk in to let him close the door behind you. You follow them into the living room and make your first impressions of the place. The apartment is bright and spacious, and it is actually pretty clean, considering three guys live here. You had an expectation that they would be messy, but it would not bother you. You would not have shown up if you had thought it to be a deal breaker. That might have something to do with your own cleanliness, which is almost non-existent at times, but they do not have to know that yet. You should start off with the good stuff since you do not want to scare them away. “Take a seat,” the blonde one says nicely, gesturing to the armchair as the two of them take place on the couch beside it. “Thanks,” you say as you sit down. The blonde one sits closest to you, and you already know that he will be doing most of the talking. “Can I see the flyer for a moment?” the brunette one asks you. You find his request a bit strange, but you do not let it show. You simply nod and hand it to him, and he takes it to skim it over as if he has forgotten what it says. The blonde one smiles at you almost to compensate for his friend’s vague rudeness. It makes things a bit awkward, but he is being nice at least. “Hyung, it doesn’t say it on the flyer,” the brunette one states and shows the flyer to his friend, whose smile drops. The friend looks it over as well, searching meticulously for something that he cannot find. “Why didn’t we write it on here? Did we forget?” the blonde one asks the brunette, who simply shrugs his shoulders. They chatter back and forth in broken sentences that you cannot make out what means. They know each other well, which you can tell from the way they communicate. However, they seem to forget that you are the one to be asked questions in this case, not them. They actually seem a bit oblivious to your presence right now. “Sorry to interrupt, but what is missing from the flyer?” you speak. The two of them stop talking and look to you instead, suddenly remembering that you are here. “Uh, well. To be entirely honest with you, you have surprised us a bit,” the blonde one starts off by saying. He clears his throat with a soft chuckle. “You see, we had not expected someone like you to apply,” he adds to that, smiling at you a bit strained. The brunette one looks at you too with slightly widened eyes yet lets his hyung do the talking as he listens. “Someone like me?” you repeat, finding it a bit rude to say. You tilt your head to show your confusion. “A girl,” the brunette one spits, causing his friend to give him a look. “Thanks, Kook,” he says sarcastically, not finding the younger one helpful. “So, you’re turning me away because of my gender?” you ask, raising your brows in disbelief. It is almost as if you can see them physically gulp in front of you. “Uh-,” the blonde one stutters. The boys look at each other with slumped shoulders, not knowing what to say. “I think you at least owe me a chance based on how the interview goes, don’t you?” you ask with your arms crossed. You rarely take the feminist stand, but you are quite offended by their approach and from their reaction so far, you think it might be a beneficial argument to lead with. “Look, we don’t mean to be rude, and we should have written it on the flyer, but we just think a guy would be a better match,” the blonde one tries to explain as nicely as he can. You do not fall for it, though. You cannot give up that easily. “Look, let’s make a deal. We do the interview as planned, and if you are still convinced that a guy would be better, it’s fair,” you suggest, wanting them to give you a shot. Not only do you want a place to live, but it would also be incredibly awkward to just leave like this. You do not want to leave on bad terms. The boys look at each other to exchange opinions, and a second later, they have decided. “Okay, sure,” the blonde one says, and you nod with a proud smile. “This is Jungkook, and I’m Taehyung,” the blonde one starts off. “We live here with our friend, Park Jimin, who is out of town right now, but he’ll be back soon. He left us in charge of finding a new roommate,” he adds. Jungkook nods along in agreement. “But let’s start with you,” Taehyung then says and gestures for you to introduce yourself. You take off your jacket and make yourself comfortable in the seat. You already know that this is going to take a while. The boys notice that, and they each sigh, strapping themselves in in their minds for the ride. “My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I am a college student…,” you start off, but Jungkook interrupts you. “Wait,” he chuckles with realization. Taehyung looks over at him, and their eyes meet, but your listening ear makes Jungkook hesitate on saying what he thinks. He decides to lean in and whisper something in Taehyung’s ear, and whatever he says, you notice the realization in the older one’s eyes afterward. It makes them both laugh, and you furrow your brows as you are unsure of why they are entertained. “You’re in,” Jungkook suddenly says to you grinningly, disregarding their first approach. Taehyung grins too, and the two of them have completely changed their demeanor towards you, which leaves you utterly surprised. “O-okay,” you state with a brief stutter that reveals your confusion. “When can you move in?” Taehyung asks, and neither of them seems grazed by your raised brows. “Is tomorrow too soon?” Jungkook asks excitedly. Now, it is your turn to gulp. “Uh, no. I guess that would be fine,” you speak hesitantly. You had not expected it at all, but you are free tomorrow, so it is not a problem. This is what you wanted, right? “Cool, let’s give you a quick tour then,” Taehyung says and gets up. Jungkook and you follow his lead, and they spent a few minutes on showing you around. The apartment looks good, and the guys are nice to you, but once in a while, they exchange grins, and it is unsettling. You have no idea what it is that they find so funny, but it definitely has something to do with you. The only question is what.

Moving in goes by pretty quickly. It only takes a few hours before your stuff is carried inside, and all that is left to do is unpack. Taehyung and Jungkook helped out, and their attitudes are much different today. They are kind to you without laughing behind your back, and it makes you feel a lot more included. “Was that everything?” Jungkook asks as the three of you place the last boxes down on your floor. You notice that he did not even break a sweat. Taehyung, however, looks to be praying to the gods that you do not have any more boxes for them to carry. “Yeah, we’re done,” you say, and Taehyung sighs with relief and sits down on your mattress. “Thanks for helping me out,” you add, and Jungkook smiles. “No problem,” he says back, and the older one looks at him annoyed. “Yeah, no problem at all,” Taehyung says sarcastically as he tries to catch his breath. If he had the energy to punch Jungkook right now, he would. “Do you guys think Jimin will approve of me? I feel a bit weird moving in without meeting him first,” you state as the thought of the missing roommate will not leave your mind. The two of them exchange looks as Jungkook fights back his grin. “He will,” he says with mischief in his eyes, and their reaction reminds you of yesterday. It makes you wonder if Jimin has anything to do with why they are laughing, yet you would not want to speculate. You do not know them enough to determine why they find it funny anyway. “Do you know when he is coming home?” you ask, looking at Jungkook. Taehyung is a bit busy wallowing in self-pity and caressing his tired arms to answer so you will not interrupt him in that. Jungkook pulls out his phone to check the time. “In about an hour,” he says as he locks his phone and slides it back into his pocket. You nod at that. “Okay, cool,” you say. You should not be nervous about meeting him since Taehyung and Jungkook already approved you, but it still feels odd. Something about the way that the two of them grin amongst themselves makes you wonder if Jimin will not be happy about it. Maybe Jimin is the one, who made the no girl rule, which could cause issues between you. That is not what you want at all. “Then I’ll make lunch for you guys as a payback for the help, and maybe it will also give Jimin a nice first impression of me,” you say, and the two of them straighten up at the sound of food. “Sounds good,” Taehyung says excitedly. From what you can tell already, the way to these guys’ hearts is indeed through the stomach as the saying goes. You will be keeping that in mind for the future.

You set the table and place down the sandwich platters in the middle. You decided to make a lot of sandwiches to both feed the three boys and maybe stock the fridge with some in case there are any left. However, you remind yourself not to make a habit out of something like this, since you can imagine them expecting it from you in the future, considering your gender. You can tell that they are prone to believe stereotypes, and what they do not know about you yet is that you are prone not to stick to such categorizations. Suddenly, you hear the front door open and someone taking off their shoes. A bag is dropped to the floor, and a frame comes into view as he enters the living room. He is bit shorter than the two other boys, but what he has against him, he makes up for with his beautiful features and elegant style. He takes off his sunglasses and turns his head to notice you standing there by the dining table, and immediately, his eyebrows rise. “H-hi,” he stutters with surprise. He is completely frozen in his step, not moving an inch as he has his eyes locked on you. “Hi, I’m Y/N,” you smile friendly. You see him gulp. “Y-Y/N,” he repeats hesitantly. Your first thoughts are of worry since his reaction seems a bit questionable. Why is he so surprised? Why does he look nervous? He finally gets feeling back in his limbs and breathes a bit better. “What are you doing here?” Jimin asks, and he barely believes his own words. “I’m your new roommate,” you state kindly. The news has Jimin widening his eyes. You are unsure of what to say next, but Jimin decides for you. “JEON JUNGKOOK! KIM TAEHYUNG!” the boy suddenly shouts out into the apartment, and his tone has drastically changed from the soft one, he uses with you. This one is much firmer and more aggressive. In response, you hear the two other boys burst out laughing from one of their rooms. “Wait here for a second,” Jimin says to you kindly before turning on his heels and rushing towards the boys. As he finds them, you hear him again from afar. “WHAT THE HELL!?” he shouts at them, yet they only laugh again, finding it extremely hilarious. You stand by the table, unknowing of what to do right now. You had not expected this reaction at all. “DO YOU GUYS THINK THIS IS FUNNY?” Jimin shouts again. You think that he might not be aware of how loud he actually is, since he is clearly referring to you. Does he know that you can hear everything he is saying? Suddenly, the two of them come running from the room with Jimin chasing them furiously. The two boys laugh in panic as they try to escape. They spread across the room, and Taehyung runs to you to take cover behind you. Jungkook jumps behind the armchair and uses it as a shield when Jimin tries to get to him. “Hyung! I’m sorry!” Jungkook says but with a laugh that shows his dishonesty. “No, you’re not! I will kill you!” Jimin shouts back, gripping the armchair to try and remove Jungkook’s protection. Taehyung is dying from laughter at the sight, but you are in complete shock. What the hell is happening? The three of them are running around like kids, creating chaos before you. Other than that, they clearly know something that you do not, and you find it incredibly rude. “YAH!” you shout firmly, and the three boys halt. They look at you surprised, not having expected a word from you let alone a tone like that. “I made lunch!” you state determined, wanting them to stop their games and sit down. The looks on their faces change. They look at each other and decide to put a pin in their little thing, coming over and sitting down at the dining table as you indirectly instructed. Jungkook and Taehyung have stopped laughing, and Jimin has un-furrowed his brows. You look at the three of them and take a breath. You sit down as well, taking place next to Taehyung. Jungkook sits across from you, and Jimin across from Taehyung. The three of them are unsure of what to do, so they just sit there and wait for you. “I didn’t know what you guys liked, so I made a few different options,” you explain calmly, referring to the sandwiches before you. The boys nod understandingly, listening to your every word. “It looks good,” Jungkook says politely as he clears his throat. “Please, help yourselves,” you say, allowing them to dig in. Jungkook and Taehyung each pick out a sandwich and place them on their plates. Jimin eventually follows suit and does the same. But opposite from his slightly younger friends, he does not bite into it just yet. As the younger ones have filled their mouths with food, you decide to ask. “Could you tell me what is going on between you guys?” you ask, looking mainly at Jimin as you want him to answer it. The other boys have trouble speaking with their mouths full, and that is not a coincidence on your part. “Uh, well,” Jimin says as he meets your eyes. His softer tone has returned. “I-,” he starts but cuts himself off. It is hard for him to explain. “I’d rather not say,” he states with an apologetic smile. Taehyung bursts a short laugh, and Jimin threatens to punch him from across the table, making him stop. “Are you going to make me move out?” you ask Jimin, and as he looks at you, you notice how gentle his eyes get. It is clear, it is Jungkook and Taehyung that he is mad at, not you. “No, not at all. You didn’t do anything wrong,” Jimin says, shaking his head to underline his words. “And I’m not against you moving in, by the way,” he says furthermore. It confuses you since his actions suggest otherwise, but he seems to be telling the truth. You are not sure how it makes sense, but you believe him. “Definitely not against it,” Jungkook adds. Jimin is provoked and turns to slap him on the back of his head. “Aish, stop hitting me,” Jungkook grunts, but he knows that he deserves it. He has also clearly deemed the teasing to be worth the violence since he knows his hyung well. It surprises neither of the younger ones that Jimin got furious, and you suspect that it is the exact reason, they chose to annoy him. However, what it has to do with you, you do not know, and you are not sure that you want to find out.

A few days later, the chaos has settled down. You are still not sure what the whole fuss was about, but you know that the boys have talked it out, and the bad blood has dissolved. It makes it easier for you to settle in without fearing to be unwanted here. The only issue, though, that you still have on that front is that Jimin seems to be avoiding you. Every time you enter a room, he comes up with a reason to leave, like needing to study or meet up with a friend. When you ask him to watch a movie with you and the others, he has either already seen it or is too restless to sit down. You have asked Taehyung and Jungkook about it, but they always zip up. Your best guess is that Jimin is shy around girls and feels uncomfortable around you. It makes you feel bad, but you cannot do anything else than what you already do. You just have to be nice and show him that there is nothing to be nervous about. You do not have claws and sharp teeth nor an underlying motive to jump him. He just needs to realize that. You pour yourself a glass of water, and you notice a piece of paper stuck on the fridge with a magnet. The headline on it says Hitlist and handwritten by pen below is a list of a dozen girl names. You are reading the list as Jungkook enters the kitchen. “Hey, Y/N,” he says obliviously as he sees you there. “Hi,” you greet him back. Jungkook grabs a pack of instant noodles from the cabinet and sets some water to boil. He leans against the counter as he waits, reading something on his phone. As you study the list, you come across your own name among the others. It immediately confuses you. “Hey, Jungkook. What is this?” you ask and turn to him, pointing at the paper. Jungkook looks up to see what you are talking about, and suddenly, his expression changes to panic. “Uh- What do you mean?” he asks without thinking. “This list of girl names, what is it?” you ask again. Jungkook’s eyes are almost twice their normal size, and his previously relaxed frame has straightened up. “Oh, that,” he chuckles nervously. “That’s nothing,” he adds strained. You can tell that he is lying, and it makes you all the more intrigued. “Just tell me, I won’t judge,” you say with a smile, sipping from your water. Jungkook licks his lips as he tries to think of ways to escape, but he cannot. You will most likely just ask him again another time. “My name is on it, so I think I should know, don’t you?” you ask casually. Jungkook nods in agreement. “It’s… a list of girls that are off-limits to us,” he explains, hoping you do not see right through him. “Since you’re our new roommate, we put you on the list,” he adds with a proud smile. He knows that he did well dodging the bullet. “Why is it called Hitlist then?” you ask, finding it odd. Jungkook gulps. “Well…,” he starts. “It’s an inside joke, it’s hard to explain,” he states and turns to check on his water. He knows that it is not boiling yet, but if he keeps himself busy, you might stop asking him questions that he could get into trouble for. His hyung would kill him if he slipped and told you. It is much safer to discard its importance. You are not entirely convinced by him, but you are still pretty new here, and you do not want to be too nosy. You should respect their privacy, yet it is hard to forget about the fact that your name is on the list. It makes you suspicious of its true meaning. Jungkook’s reasoning makes sense, but it feels off somehow.

The two of you step into the sandwich shop and approach the counter as you read the menu on the back wall, deciding on what to get. A tall handsome guy comes out and greets the two of you. “Jimin-ah!” the guy smiles wide as he recognizes his younger friend. “Seokjin-hyung,” Jimin smiles back as he sees him. “You work here?” he asks, and the older one nods. “Yeah, I’ve worked here for about 8 months now,” Seokjin states. “I thought you knew,” he adds. Jimin shakes his head. “No, I thought it was the other shop across town,” he says back. You watch the exchange from the sideline, but suddenly, Seokjin looks at you, making Jimin realize that he should introduce you. “Oh, hyung, this is Y/N,” Jimin says, and before he can get another word out, his older friend interrupts. “The Y/N? You finally asked her out?” Seokjin asks with a smile, cheering on for his friend, who is mortified by his words. You furrow your brows lightly with confusion, looking over at Jimin. “No, no, hyung. She’s our new roommate,” Jimin is quick to correct him, and unfortunately, his clammy hands return. Jimin smiles innocently at you, but when you look away, you fail to see him scold his hyung without words. Seokjin realizes and decides to brush it off. “So, you live with those three clowns? I feel bad for you,” Seokjin jokes, smiling at you. You barely have time to figure out what he meant before, which makes you unsure of it, so you leave it be for now. “Yeah,” you chuckle. “But they’re nice,” you add to that, smiling warmly. Seokjin nods in agreement. “That’s good,” he says. Seokjin and Jimin exchange a few looks, and suddenly, the older one clears his throat. “So, can I get you two anything?” he then asks and changes the subject. Jimin gestures for you to go first. “Sure, I’d like a Dragon-berry with whipped cream please,” you say, reading the name off the menu behind him. The drink has dragon fruit and blueberry in it, so you wonder how the combination will taste. Seokjin nods before looking at Jimin. “I’ll take a flat white,” Jimin orders, and Seokjin welcomes you to take a seat while he makes them for you. The two of you sit down by a table, sitting across from each other. You try to look Jimin in the eyes, but he seems to be avoiding your gaze. It is as if he has something to hide. “Why did he think that I was your date?” you ask bluntly, and Jimin finally meets your eyes. He wants to act oblivious, but it only comes off as secretive. “He must’ve mixed your name up with someone else,” he explains, trying to brush it off. “Don’t worry about it,” he smiles. Not long after, Seokjin comes over with your drinks without saying much. You have a feeling that there is a reason for that. Deciding to discard it, you take a sip from your drink and focus on it instead. The taste is vibrant and fruity, which is exactly what you craved. “Ugh, this is good,” you burst, making Jimin watch you. He notices the way your delicate lips pucker around the straw, and he finds himself a bit mesmerized by the sight. He almost forgets to taste his own coffee. “Seokjin-hyung actually made that drink, when he was interviewed for the job,” Jimin states. “Really? I like it a lot,” you say back before taking another sip. “Do you?” you ask. Jimin shakes his head. “I don’t know, I haven’t tasted it,” he says. You take another straw and push it into the drink, sliding it a bit towards him. “Give it a taste, then,” you say. Jimin hesitates for a moment but decides to agree to the offer and take a sip. “It’s good,” he smiles as he enjoys the flavor. The thought of tasting the drink directly from your lips crosses his mind, but he stops himself. You are his roommate after all. “I hope you meant what you said to him about us,” Jimin then says, looking down on the coffee between his palms. He wants to be closer with you, but you make him nervous. “I did. I really like you guys,” you answer honestly, smiling at him. The table is not that wide, so it feels intimate to look directly at him. He feels it as well. “We like you too,” Jimin says, smiling back. Saying it makes his heart beat incredibly fast, but luckily, you cannot see it on him. To you, he looks calm. The words make you smile as it feels good to hear. You are glad that they have not changed their minds.

Jimin and you return home and enter the apartment. Jungkook is sitting on the couch, watching a show and snacking, which is nothing new. You are convinced that it is the reason why he works out as much as he does. He wants to stay fit but be able to eat 24/7. You wish it was relatable to you, but you do not work out, so only half of it fits. You sit down beside Jungkook as Jimin carries his backpack to his room. Jungkook explains the episode to you, so you can catch up and watch it with him. Suddenly, Taehyung bursts through the front door and enters the living room. “I did it, guys!” he says aloud with pride. “What?” Jungkook asks. “I finally got with Josie,” Taehyung states smugly, making Jungkook grin. “Fuck yeah!” he says, and the two of them share a high five in victory. Taehyung plumps down on the couch on the opposite side of Jungkook and eats a handful of snacks as his prize. It makes you realize that there are still so much that you do not know. Something about the name, though, has the wheels turning in your head. Josie. Josie. It seems awfully familiar. Wait. “Josie is on the list, though, isn’t she?” you ask the boys. Jungkook’s expression drops. “Not anymore, that’s for sure,” Taehyung chuckles to himself, being completely oblivious. You turn to face Jungkook directly, and he knows that you want answers. He looks back at you. “It’s not an off-limits list, is it?” you ask knowingly. The boy before you is stressed. “No,” Jungkook starts and finally comes clean. “It’s a list of… targets,” he says. The realization hits you. Of course, that is what it is. You should have seen it coming. Three college guys living together with a Hitlist on their fridge. The obviousness of it makes you feel dumb. “But wait,” you start, and Jungkook knows what you are going to say. He absolutely dreads it. “Who wrote my name?” you ask as you remember reading it on there. Jungkook even confirmed it, when you asked, so it is clearly you. Taehyung’s smile is replaced by the same panic as the one on his friend’s face, when he realizes what is going on. “Not me!” they both say almost in unison to clear themselves, but with it, they accidentally spill the secret that they had promised to keep. It is all you need to complete the puzzle. “Hey, guys, has any of you seen my charger?” Jimin asks as he comes back into the living room without knowing the topic of your current conversation. The three of you look up at him, and Jimin notices the expression of your faces. He can tell that something is wrong. “What’s up?” he asks. The boys look like two deers caught in the headlights. “I have an assignment to write!” Jungkook suddenly says and gets up, rushing off into his room. “And I promised to help him!” Taehyung then says and follows suit. They both disappear behind a closed door, leaving the two of you alone. Jimin cannot tell what is going on. “Did you target me?” you ask with a chuckle, finding the whole thing very strange and entertaining at once. The question takes Jimin by surprise, and he suddenly turns nervous again, when he puts it all together. He rubs the back of his neck as he grins from uncertainty. “You found the list, huh?” he says. “You hung it on the fridge, it isn’t a very good hiding spot,” you smile. Jimin walks over and sits down next to you, knowing he might as well come clean. He had made the guys promise not to tell you, but he should have known that they would slip at one point. It is Taehyung and Jungkook after all. “Aish, this is awkward,” he laughs as he buries his face in his hands out of frustration. You find his shyness sweet. “I wrote your name on the list, but it was way before you moved in,” Jimin says. “I saw you around campus, and I thought that you were really cute, so I talked about you a few times to the guys. When they discovered who you were at the interview, they thought it would be funny to tease me and let you live here,” he explains. It honestly surprises you, but it does not scare you off. You find it really flattering, in fact. “I’m sorry if you feel objectified by being on the list, I promise I didn’t mean it like they do,” he adds. You tilt your head questioningly. “What do you mean?” you ask, crossing your arms. “Well, they write names of girls they want to sleep with on there,” he says. “So, you don’t want to sleep with me?” you ask, and the question surprises Jimin. He finds himself at a loss for words. “No, that’s not what I meant!” he panics. “I want more than that,” slips from his lips before he can contain it. The confession puts a smile on your face, seeing him fumble so cutely with his words. Your smile makes Jimin able to relax a bit as he sees that you do not hate him. He feared that you would be angry, but you are not. “Who else did you write on there?” you ask out of curiosity. He leans back against the couch as he looks at you. He takes a second to study your face, wanting to read your expression correctly when he tells you. “Just you,” he says. Looking at him like you do makes him less nervous somehow. You look so innocent like this, and with that Jimin gains back his confidence. He can tell that you like hearing these things from him, and it makes him that much more into you. And he is right. You like hearing it from him. You cannot tell exactly what it is that makes you feel this way. Maybe it is the way that he looks at you with such adoration or how you sense that he wants to touch you with the soft palms of his hands. Whatever it is, you like it a lot, and you want him to give in to it. “Have you changed your mind?” you ask innocently, and Jimin cannot help but smile at your slight change of demeanor. He meets your eyes and shakes his head. “No,” he says softly. His gaze drops to your lips, and the sight is yet again so endearing. “Good,” you say back, and the word is his cue. He gently cups your face and leans in, feeling your warmth against his skin. With your compliance, he places his soft lips on yours, and with his other hand, he pulls you closer against him. He tastes sweet and addictive, and he feels the same way about you. He then pulls back a bit, separating your lips but keeping you close as your breaths intertwine. “I’ve been waiting for that,” he confesses, and it makes you grin. If only you had known sooner, he would not have had to wait at all.

Absence Make The Heart Grow Faint

PLOT: A misstep leads to you calling up your grandparents’ veterinarian, who is no other than Kim Seokjin himself.

PAIRING: Seokjin x reader GENRE: fluff, comedy, E2L!AU WARNINGS: mild chocolate poisoning (dog) WORDCOUNT: 6.7k A/N: ended up writing uwu stuff again x

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When your grandparents told you that they were planning to go on a cruise this summer, you knew what that would entail. Being their most trusted and beloved granddaughter (since you are their only one but that is irrelevant), you knew that they were going to ask you to housesit and look after their golden retriever, Daisy. And of course, you said yes. Not only is Daisy the best and your grandparents the nicest but their beach house is definitely the coziest place, you have ever been. Sunny, relaxing and cabinets filled to the brim with snacks and sodas. How could you say no? Impossible. As you get comfortable in the Uber you ordered, you think back on all the memories you have made at the house. You have spent a lot of summers at their beach house growing up, playing badminton in their backyard and going swimming in the ocean, whenever you liked. It was truly some of the best times you have had, and you remember them fondly. But visiting your grandparents has always come with a price, and there is one person, in particular, to thank for that. A boy, who would never leave you alone despite your complaints against him. He always had such a cocky attitude, and your insults would repel off him as bullets would a bulletproof hero. If only he knew the insane comparison that you are making in your thoughts. He is not a hero at all, but he would hold it against you if he had heard, claiming that you see him as one. You can just imagine the stupid look on his face. The look he always wore around you that tainted your beautiful memories. Going back now after so long, you hope that you will not run into him again. Considering the kind of boy that he was, who knows what kind of man, he has become.

You carry your bags upstairs to the guestroom and place them down on the floor in front of the full-sized bed with the fresh sheets and big fluffy pillows. It has been upgraded from what you remember, and that is only a nice bonus. The drive here made you quite sleepy, but if you lay down now, you might fall asleep and throw off your rhythm, so you decide to wait even though naps are tough to postpone. You go downstairs and join your grandmother in the kitchen instead. “Would you like a glass?” she asks, referring to the juice that she is pouring herself. “Yes, please,” you say and take out a glass from the cabinet. You place it next to hers, and she pours you some. “You already know everything about the house, but we got a new alarm system that your grandfather will take you through later. I also wrote it down for you if you forget,” she explains. You nod at her words. “I wrote down the number of the veterinarian we use for Daisy too, just in case you need it,” she adds. “I hopefully won’t, but thanks,” you say and sip your juice. “We already told Seokjin that you are looking after Daisy for a while, and he said that you are welcome to call him about anything if you need him,” your grandmother says, and it makes your expression drop. “Seokjin?” you state surprised when you recognize the name. “Yes, the one you used to play with when you visited here those summers. He has become a very skilled veterinarian and a close friend of ours,” she smiles, oblivious to the fact that his name sends shivers down your spine. “You told him that I was coming here?” you ask with raised brows. “Yes, should I not have?” your grandmother asks worriedly. Seeing the look in her eyes, you decide not to tell her anything. You do not want to unsettle her right before their cruise trip. “No, that’s fine,” you sigh with a smile, hiding your frustration. “I was just surprised that he still remembers me,” you say instead. Her expression lightens again. “Oh yes, he sure does. He often asks us how you are doing,” she says warmly. “A very nice man… and handsome too,” she adds with a playful tone. You tsk, and it makes her chuckle a bit. “I’m sure,” you reply uninterestedly. “But I probably won’t even see him while I’m here since I plan on taking good care of this girl,” you say as you pet Daisy. You take a treat from the jar on the counter, giving it to her. She eats it all up with joy, smiling at you afterward with her tongue hanging out. Such a cutie, you think. “Of course, you two will be fine, but the number is on the fridge if you need it,” your grandmother offers before she takes her juice with her to the backyard. You follow her and spend most of the day with her and Daisy outside, watching your grandfather do yard work.

The next morning arrives, and it is time for them to leave. After saying goodbye to your grandparents and sending them off, you decide to take Daisy with you down to the beach. The weather is perfect for a quick run. Before you left home, you decided to make it a routine to run every morning with Daisy, since the exercise is good for both of you. You might as well get started. Running towards the beach, you quickly realize how out of shape you are, and even Daisy seems confused. She is used to running with your grandfather, and it is a bit embarrassing to admit that he is a better runner than you. Luckily, he does not need to know that. Daisy will not tell on you. When you reach the waters, you decide to walk for a bit, so you take off your shoes and let your bare feet sink into the sand beneath you with every step. There are only a few people around and none of them have dogs with them, so you decide to let Daisy loose. “Daisy, go swim!” you say and gesture to the ocean, making her run and jump into the water. You catch your breath as you watch her, resting your arms on your hips. Daisy stops and looks at you expectantly from the water. You look around for a stick, and after finding one, you throw it out and let her chase after it. She retrieves it for you, and you throw it out a few more times, playing with her. She loves it. “Well, well,” you hear from behind you, and the familiar voice makes you turn around. Of all people, it is him. Kim Seokjin. You had a feeling that you were going to run into him at one point, so why not now? Just your luck. “I thought, it was you,” he says with a smile as he approaches. You look at him as he steps closer. He has definitely grown up. You remember him as quite a scrawny young boy, but he has become very adult-like with wide shoulders and toned arms. However, he still has his youth, especially in his eyes, which you notice, when he is up close. “Hi,” you say politely. “What are you doing here?” you ask as you notice that he appears to be alone. “Walking with a friend,” he says and gestures further down the coastline to a tall dimpled guy with his white fluffy dog on a leash. The guy is busy looking for something in the rocks. Whether it is shells or maybe crabs, you have no idea. Your gaze returns to the man in front of you. “You seem happy to see me,” Seokjin states sarcastically, making you aware of your own reaction to his approach. Honestly, it fits your mood around him. “Well, it’s been a while,” you say, trying not to be too rude. Luckily, Seokjin is not easily offended. “How long has it been? 7 years or so, right?” he asks casually. It might be long ago, but you still remember how awful it went. Seokjin remembers too but a bit different than you. “Yeah, I guess that’s right,” you confirm with a calm nod. You try to seem busy, but he does not pick up on it. He keeps standing there, and you wait for what he will say next. You are not sure what to expect. “Let’s do something while you’re here, so we can catch up or something,” he suggests as he looks at you, but you do not meet his eyes. You take a breath and decide that it is best to be honest with him from the beginning. “Honestly, Seokjin. We aren’t really friends, so I don’t think it’s necessary,” you say frankly, and as the words leave you, you realize just how rude it is. But to be fair, Seokjin was a pain in the ass back in the day, and you always begged him to leave you alone. He kept following you around all summer, teasing you and it was annoying. You find it hard to believe that he has changed, and his current approach suggests that he has not changed a whole lot. He was not a bad guy or anything, but you just wanted to be by yourself back then, and he did not respect that. Maybe this time he will. “Wow, okay,” he laughs. He knew that the two of you were at odds, but he did not expect you to be like this already. “You really haven’t changed at all, huh?” he grins with disbelief. “Neither have you,” slips from your lips as his comment annoys you. You should not let it get to you, but it does. Seokjin just has a way of getting on your nerves. His smugness does not help. “You don’t even want to give me a chance to surprise you? I might if you’d let me,” he states, wriggling his brows at you as if it makes him more believable. You scoff. “When pigs fly, Seokjin,” you spit back. It makes him laugh, and the sound annoys you. Luckily, it does not reach windshield-level. “You’ll change your mind, Y/N,” he smiles with confidence. Taking it as his cue to leave, he finally steps away and catches up with his friend. “I won’t!” you yell after him, wanting to get the last word, but it is not as satisfying without a response. Typical of him to leave you with that feeling - one of the things that you resent him for. He always wins.

The days go by pretty quickly and suddenly, Saturday is here. You manage to keep your morning runs going, and you slowly find yourself getting a bit better. Returning home from them gives you a rush of pride and energy, which is nice. But on the 5th day, the weather starts to change. You look out the window and see that it is pouring down and quite windy outside. “Guess it means a short walk today, Daisy,” you say, and Daisy sits by your feet and looks up at you, tilting her head at your words. She gets up when you take a step, and she knows where you are going. As promised, the walk is quite short because of the weather. You had planned to take Daisy with you into town but seeing the rain splash against the ground makes you reconsider. Maybe a day at home is not so bad. After the walk, you decide to clean up the house before getting comfortable on the couch with the book, you brought. At least bad weather is good reading weather, so it is not entirely useless. Daisy lays next to you with her head on your thigh as you read. You brought some dark chocolate with you from the kitchen, and it is lying on the coffee table before you, opened and ready to be eaten. You already cracked it into pieces, making it convenient to eat while you read. A couple of chapters in, you take a break and go to the bathroom. You close the door on Daisy, making her stay outside. Unamused, she runs back to the living room and waits for you. You take your time in there and decide to borrow some of your grandmother’s lotion that she has recommended to you. It smells nice. When you finally return to the couch and plump back down into the seat, you notice that the chocolate wrapping has fallen to the floor. You furrow your brows, wondering how it fell down. You do not remember seeing it fall. Picking it back up, you see that the leftover chocolate is missing. You kneel down to look for it under the table and couch to see if the pieces had slipped out of the wrapping, yet you find nothing but a clean carpet. Weird, you think to yourself. You definitely remember that there were a few pieces left. Daisy jumps up onto the couch, and you sit down next to her. She tries to lick you on the cheek, but you dodge her with a grin, finding her cute. Suddenly, though, as her breath hits you, you smell chocolate on her. You carefully open her mouth to check, and you realize that she must have eaten the chocolate. “Oh no,” you say aloud. This is bad. Chocolate is poisonous to dogs from what you know, and dark chocolate is really bad. “Daisy, are you okay?” you ask worriedly as you look her in the eyes and run your hands against her head to check on her, but you have no idea what to check for. You pull out your phone and search the web for help. You read several pages on what to do, and they all tell you to contact a vet. Apparently, the amount of chocolate that you believe Daisy has eaten is dangerous, considering the amount of cocoa it contains. “Oh, what should I do, huh?” you ask mostly yourself as you pet her. She seems fine right now, but the web says that it can take hours before the effect shows. There is only one thing to do, really, and you absolutely dread it. You have to call Seokjin. Despite your intuition, you dial the number on the fridge and wait for him to pick up. You cannot believe that you are calling him up after you so specifically rejected him a few days ago. It is embarrassing, really, but necessary. At least, you have a reason to call. “Hello, this is Kim Seokjin,” you hear him say. “Seokjin, it’s Y/N. I need to ask you something,” you say a bit abruptly. You sense that he is surprised. “Oh, Y/N. I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon,” he says smugly, proving that he has not forgotten about you at all. You brush it off. “Listen, it’s about Daisy. I think, she ate some dark chocolate just now,” you explain, ignoring his arrogance. He senses the slight panic in your voice. “Really?” he asks at first with disbelief. You sense that he thinks, you have another reason to call than a sick dog. “I’m serious, I think, it’s bad,” you state. Seokjin’s tone changes, when he fails to hear the familiarity in your voice. You are not messing around. “How much did she eat?” he asks in a professional tone. You pick up the wrapper to try and measure it. “I’m not sure, but I think about 2-3 pieces,” you guess. You watch her, and she seems fine for now. However, you cannot help but worry since Daisy is your grandparents’ baby, and you cannot have her blood on your hands. Your mind immediately goes there unwillingly. Seokjin can sense it through the phone. “Okay, listen. Daisy is a big dog so it might not be enough to poison her, but you should keep a close eye on her. If she starts to seem odd, like panting or if she vomits, you call me again, and I’ll come by to treat her,” he explains calmly, yet it does not calm you at all. “But the web says that if she is treated early, she has a better chance. I don’t think, we should take the risk,” you state, and Seokjin can hear the nerves in your voice. He sighs, and you cannot make out why. He takes a moment to reply as if he is thinking his options through. Finally, he speaks again. “Okay, I’ll come by and watch her with you,” he says, and you hear him rising from his seat. “I’ll just drive by the clinic and get some stuff on the way, but it won’t take long, okay?” he explains quite soothingly, even though you sense that he is dissatisfied with the situation. He probably does not want to spend his Saturday with you, but you can say the same about him. It is not like you have a choice, so why should he? “Okay, good,” you say as you sigh a bit relieved. “I’ll see you,” you say and end the call. After hanging up, you sit with Daisy on the couch, not letting her out of your sight. “Don’t worry, girl. Seokjin is on his way,” you tell her comfortingly, but really it is you, who need to hear it. But not because you need him or anything.

It takes about 25 minutes before Seokjin pounds on the door. You open it up and let him rush inside. You notice that the weather has gone even worse than earlier, and Seokjin is trying to shield himself with the collar of his jacket. You close the door behind him, feeling resistance from the wind. Daisy gleefully welcomes Seokjin as she normally would, and he embraces her without a word or glance at you. “She hasn’t been weird or anything, so I think, she’s fine for now,” you state, wanting to update him. After saying hello to Daisy, Seokjin’s shoulders relax as he is finally inside, shielded from the storm. He places down his bag by the wall before taking off his jacket and shoes. His black hair is wet and dripping from the tips. “That’s good,” he replies as he looks at her. He kneels down before her and examines her briefly. “I don’t see any symptoms, but I brought some medication with me. I’ll treat her just so we’re sure that she’s fine,” he says and grabs his bag by the wall. “Some of the medication is vomiting inducing, so maybe we should treat her in a room without a carpet,” he suggests with a dry smile, finally meeting your eyes. You nod at that. “Sure,” you say. You lead him to the bathroom with the tile floor. “Daisy, come here,” you say, making Daisy sit down in front of Seokjin. You sit down beside him, but Seokjin can sense your nervousness in the way your eyes look at him. Almost like a maiden in distress. “I got everything here, why don’t you go and wait in the living room?” he asks friendly, but really it is an order. He remembers that you are a bit squeamish with things like this, and honestly, he would feel more confident without you watching him. Your presence would just put more pressure on his shoulders, considering how much you judge him already. “O-okay,” you say, and without thinking too much about it, you do as he says. He is the vet after all. You close the door behind you and leave Daisy with him, knowing that despite your relation to Seokjin, she must be in good hands. He knows what he is doing, so you leave it to him.

The waiting seems quite long. You think about Daisy and how bad you feel, leaving that chocolate out for her to get to. You know that you should not blame yourself too much since it could have happened to anyone, but it happened to you, so you still feel at fault. You consider checking in on them a few times, but you stop yourself. You do not want to disturb them or make Seokjin think that you doubt his competence. He knows far more about this type of thing than you, so you should just stay put and wait. Finally, you hear the bathroom door open, and a few seconds later, Daisy comes walking. She is calm and a little tired, when she jumps up on the couch next to you. You pet her gently as she lays herself down to relax a bit. “She will be fine after resting,” you hear Seokjin say as he approaches you. You look up at him and meet his eyes, but you cannot read them. “Good,” you nod. His words calm you a bit. “I already cleaned up in there, so you won’t have to do that,” he adds as he packs his things into his bag. “Thank you,” you say with a kind smile, but Seokjin does not see it. You cannot tell if he is being professional or if he is annoyed with you. On one hand, he is doing what you asked him to, but on the other, his tone is almost hostile with you. No smiles, no jokes. “Do you want a glass of water or maybe some juice?” you decide to ask. It feels best to at least offer him something after what he just did for you. Seokjin looks at you for a second before he nods. “Sure, water would be fine,” he says and clears his throat, noticing that it feels a bit rough. You rise up and Seokjin follows you to the kitchen. Normally, Daisy would follow too, but you tell her to stay put, hoping she will relax instead. She does. You pull out two glasses and fill them up with water from the fridge before sliding one to Seokjin. He raises the glass to meet his lip as he takes a sip. You do the same. “Thank you for coming here and saving my ass,” you say, wanting to lighten the tension between the two of you. You do not have to be friends to be friendly, you think. “Don’t worry about it,” he replies shortly. The vibe is a bit awkward between the two of you, and you are not sure what to do about it. “I’m sorry for dragging you over here on a Saturday,” you say, forcing yourself to be nice. When it comes to Seokjin, you have never apologized or wanted to in your life, but you guess that there is a first time for everything. “Well, I did it for Daisy and your grandparents, so it has nothing to do with you,” he replies unbothered. It makes you scoff, which he notices. “What?” he asks. “Why do you have to be so rude?” you ask annoyed, deciding against being civil. “You won’t even accept my lame apology,” you add mumbling. Seokjin takes a big gulp of his water before placing the glass on the counter. “Honestly, I don’t really want to be here with you,” he states, and you are taken aback. Asshole, you think to yourself. “I’ll go now. Thanks for the water and call me if Daisy needs me,” he says and takes his bag with him to the front door. You stay put, not wanting to rush after him. He is a jerk. You hear the front door open and close again, hearing him leave. Whatever, you think and try to shake him off you. Daisy is better now, so he did what he came here for. You join Daisy on the couch again, picking back up your book.

After reading a few more pages, you suddenly hear something in the house. The sound comes from down the hallway at the front door. Seokjin already left, so it has to be something else. At first, you only furrow your brows as you listen in. You hear something again, and this time, Daisy lifts her head in curiosity. You put down the book and decide to go check. “Daisy, stay,” you say, wanting her to rest. Being a good dog (and a tired one), she obeys. The seconds it takes before you are closing in on the target is all the time you need to get anxious. Your thoughts run wild, and before you are at the front door, you have a candlestick in your grip as a weapon. Just in case. “YAH!” you yell out as you are surprised by Seokjin’s presence when he suddenly appears from one of the rooms. He is just as shocked by you. “Why do you have a weapon!?” he yells back. “Why are you still here!?” you yell again, and the two of you just look at each other with widened eyes. “I-,” Seokjin starts, but it seems weird to say it out loud. “Have you seen the weather outside? It’s crazy!” he exclaims, finding it reasonable enough. You finally lower the candlestick, and Seokjin appreciates it. You step up and open the front door, yet as soon as the wind and rain rush in, you close it back up. Looking back at Seokjin, he raises his brows in confirmation. “I know, right?” he says. “Why didn’t you say anything? I thought that you left 10 minutes ago,” you scold him, finding it really strange that he just stayed without saying. You place the candlestick down before heading back towards the living room with Seokjin following behind. “I thought, I could just wait for a bit and then leave when the storm settled down,” he explains, and you shake your head. “Jin, that’s weird,” you scold him again. “Yah! I didn’t want to be here with you, remember? And I had just pissed you off, so I didn’t want to go back to your bitter ass,” he spits back. You quickly turn on your feet, and it halts him in his steps. “You are the bitter one! I was trying to be nice,” you defend, yelling a bit louder than you wanted. You then notice how Seokjin is now close to you and towering over you with his tall frame. It is not what you had in mind when you decided to turn, so it throws you off. A smile makes its way on his lip, and your brows furrow at the sight. “You’re actually cute when you yell,” Seokjin states, totally unbothered by your scolding. “Aish!” you whine, pushing him away in irritation. It only makes him laugh as he sees you stomp back into the living room in anger. It reminds him of the good old days.

“Keep the light steady, I can’t see anything like this!” Seokjin exclaims as he fumbles in the dark. “I’m trying,” you say back, focusing the flashlight on the backup generator from afar. Seokjin looks back at you still standing on the staircase. “Maybe if you came over here, it would actually help with the light,” Seokjin suggests. “I don’t like the basement,” you say with a nervous laugh. It is a bit embarrassing, but you have always stayed away from the basement whenever you visited. It creeps you out. Even Daisy is standing upstairs in the doorway, looking down on you guys. “Well, I can’t fix it if I can’t see, Y/N,” he states, and you guess that he is right. It makes you huff. “Okay,” you give in and make your way to him despite hating it. “Just light right here,” Seokjin says and wraps his hand around yours to adjust your aim. The brief contact feels nice. He has warm hands, and yours are ice cold. “Maybe after this, we should find a pair of mittens for you,” Seokjin chuckles. “Do you have terrible circulation or something?” he asks, and you wonder how he can take something as basic as blood circulation and make it sound like an insult. “Hey, don’t mock my circulation,” you say. Seokjin just grins. “Maybe we should find a pair of oven mitts instead, so you can also use them for cooking dinner later,” he jokes, finding himself hilarious. You, however, do not find it as funny, so you aim the flashlight at his face instead, blinding him. “Yah, stop! Okay, I give,” he says with a laugh. You aim the light back on the generator, smiling proudly of your achievement. “If anyone is cooking later, it will be you,” you state. Seokjin does not move even after his laughter settles. It makes you wonder, and you get impatient. “Neither of us will be cooking if we don’t turn this thing on, Seokjin,” you state, gesturing for him to fix it. “You just blinded me! I’m waiting for my vision to return,” he whines. “Oh, right,” you say and laugh too. You forgot about that for a moment. Oops.

“I can’t believe, you couldn’t turn it on,” you state as the two of you exit the basement. “Aren’t you supposed to be a man or something?” you ask. Seokjin scoffs. “I’m a veterinarian, I spend my time on other things than backup generators,” he defends as his masculinity is clearly hurt. “Besides, I’m pretty sure that it isn’t connected to the house right or something, cause I tried everything,” he adds. The two of you make your way back to the living room with Daisy. Without power, the only light you have is from the outside, leaving you in almost complete darkness. The storm is pretty bad, and once in a while lightning strikes out of the blue (or grey actually), lighting up the room for a second. You would not consider yourself a scaredy-cat, even if Seokjin disagrees, but you have never been a huge fan of thunder. It makes you feel incredibly small and unsafe. However, you try your very best to not let it show since Seokjin is sitting next to you on the couch. You do not want to hear it from him. In all honesty, Seokjin can tell, but he does not point it out. He knows you a lot better than you think. To you, the worst part about all of this is the heat shutting off. If you thought your hands were cold before, you are in for a surprise. You rub your hands together to try and warm them up. Seokjin notices your freezing form. “Don’t your grandparents have a board game we can play?” Seokjin suggests, wanting to distract you from it. “I think so, I can go look,” you say, and he nods. You get up and make your way down the hallway, stopping in front of the closets. You open them up and look it through, finding one that is playable by two. Bringing it with you, you finally return to the living room. “I found scrabble,” you state as you enter the room, but you are distracted by the sight. Seokjin has found candles and placed them on the coffee table with room for the game in the middle. He is lighting each of them up as you walk in. He sits down on the floor with a smile. “I thought, it would be cozy,” he says softly. You nod gently in return, unable to find words as you are a bit in awe. You had not expected him to have such a change in his demeanor. You sit down on the floor across from him and unpack the game, placing it between you on the table. As you look up at him and meet his eyes, you notice the way that the warm light from the candles gently displays across his features. He suddenly looks so soft. You forget about the lightning outside as you find yourself distracted by him. You hand him his plate and the little bag of letters after taking some for yourself. Seokjin reaches in and pulls out random letters, placing them on his plate. You place yours as well, yet you notice that his eyes are on you. “Are you cold?” Seokjin asks, seeming a bit worried. “Yeah, I guess,” you say, chuckling briefly. It makes him look around and get up to grab the blanket on the couch. He walks over to you and kneels behind you to wrap the blanket around your frame. “Is this better?” he asks gently by your ear, letting his hands linger. You find yourself nodding again without words. It feels surprisingly comforting to have him so close, feeling his warmth against you. You do not know how he manages to stay so warm, but he does, and it makes you want to keep him beside you. He lets his hands drop from your touch, but he stays next to you. “Y/N, can I ask you something?” he then says as he gets comfortable on the floor behind you. You turn a bit to look at him. “Sure,” you say softly. “Do you really not consider me a friend?” he asks without looking at you, and the way his voice almost cracks suggests that he has had it on his mind for a while. “What do you mean?” you ask. You know what it is that he is referring to, but you need a few extra seconds to think. “When we met on the beach a few days ago, you said that we aren’t friends, and it just confused me,” Seokjin explains, meeting your eyes at last. You notice the way his brows have a slight crease, and you wonder if he was hurt by your words then. It makes you feel bad. “I shouldn’t have said it like that, Seokjin. I guess, I just don’t think we are friends in the traditional sense, since we kinda have this love-hate relationship,” you say, yet as the words leave you, you panic a bit. They sounded a lot more intimate than you wanted. “Love?” Seokjin repeats, and a smile shapes at his lip. A warm one. You find yourself speechless, not knowing what to say to that. “I mean-,” you try, but you do not know how to save it. The word has been said. “I know, what you mean, Y/N. You don’t have to explain it to me,” Seokjin then says, saving you from the embarrassment. To embarrass you is not what he wants at all. Besides, he would have said the same thing, had it been him. He clears his throat before getting up and returning to his spot on the opposite side from you. You wrap yourself further into the blanket, letting the intimacy stay. “Seokjin,” you say, capturing his attention. He looks at you attentively as he waits. “Even if we aren’t friends in the traditional sense, I still consider us close,” you say, wanting to make clear what you meant. You might be hard on him and claim to dislike him, but it is not true. You have always liked him a lot, even when he annoys you. You should be better at owning up to that. Your words warm his heart and make him smile, finally getting to hear it from you. “Good,” he says, letting you know that he agrees. You do not have to see him every day to know that you share something special, and Seokjin has always cared for you a lot despite the distance. After all, maybe absence does make the heart grow fonder in your case, even if it is difficult to say aloud. Things do not always have to make perfect sense to be right. It just has to feel right, and this does. “Okay, let’s play,” he says, moving the focus onto the game. “What’s at stake?” you ask, wanting motivation to win. “Whoever wins gets to decide where we’ll go on our first date,” Seokjin determines, and it makes you laugh fondly. “Sure, why not,” you agree, finding it reasonable. However, playing scrabble in the candlelight is first date material, so in fact, you both already won.

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Designated Driver

PLOT: Picking up a drunk Jungkook turns out to be more interesting than you had thought.

PAIRING: Jungkook x reader GENRE: fluff, E2L!AU WARNINGS: drinking WORDCOUNT: 3.2k A/N: if this is the last you hear from me, know that jk is responsible for my death

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Spending your Friday night with your sworn enemy in your car was never on your bucket list but what are you supposed to do when you owe the guy? You knew that you were going to regret it right as you agreed to owe him a favor, but you had completely forgotten about Mr. Paulson’s assignment, and of all people, of course, Jeon Jungkook was the one who could save you from the teacher’s wrath. Jungkook is Mr. Paulson’s star-student, and he knew that he could much easier get an extension on the paper than you. So, he gave you his paper, and in return, you would owe him a favor. That is what has led to you currently parked outside a white-picket-fenced house that is nearly breaking apart from the party inside. You pray internally that he will not force you to go in and get him since you are still dressed in your pajamas and flip flops. It probably was a bad call on your part but to your defense, you did not know what tonight would entail until the boy texted you half an hour ago to come and pick him up. You want to scold him for dragging you out of the comfort of your warm bed but at least he did not demand something worse. And honestly, it could have been a lot worse, considering he has never before held back on teasing or embarrassing you in the past.

You are not sure of when it started, but at some point, the two of you became really competitive in school and always had a grudge against one another from all the times you took turns losing. Neither of you are doing particularly well in school but that is irrelevant. It was all about beating each other, and with that came bad blood. You keep looking towards the door of the house, waiting for him to come out. You texted him almost ten minutes ago about your arrival, yet still, there is no sign of him. It is typical Jungkook behavior, and honestly, you are not naive enough to expect anything less. But it is annoying anyway that you have to sit here and wait on his lazy ass. In fact, a part of you fears that this is really him pranking you, asking you to drive all the way here only for him to watch you from behind the bushes and laugh. If that is the case, then you will personally make his life hell. You angrily pull out your phone to call him up, readying yourself to give him a piece of your mind. It takes a few rings before he picks up, and it is only fuel to the fire. “Hello?” his groggy voice speaks. You are about to scold him, but he speaks again. “Y/N? Are you on your way? I want to go home now,” he mutters into the phone with a tired sigh, and it takes you by surprise. He sounds so innocent this way. “U-uhm,” you stutter. You were not expecting this at all. You were actually expecting his smug usual self, but this is different. He is drunk. “Yes, I am parked outside,” you say back annoyed. You then hear him get up from his seat. “Oh, okay, I’m coming out,” he says a bit startled, seeming as if he had set himself up for a long wait. You hang up on him with a groan. Typical. He has just been sitting inside and waiting without checking his stupid phone. Of course. It only takes a minute or so before you see him stumbling out of the front door, looking like your usual textbook fuck-boy with his tight-fitted jacket and messy dark hair. He makes his way to the car but right before he reaches it, someone stops him, halting him in his steps. “Jungkookie!” a girl’s voice whines as she runs to him on her skinny heels. “You are not leaving, are you?” she adds with a pout. It makes you roll your eyes. Girls like her are setting your gender back generations, and even though, you would not call yourself a feminist, you would lie if you said that it does not bother you a tiny bit. “I am,” Jungkook says back, sounding pretty unbothered by her try at persuading him. They stand right by the window of the passenger seat, and all you can see are their torsos, but the sight is disgusting enough. Her hand is on his chest, and she stands close to him, almost leaning in for a kiss. “Please stay… for me?” the girl asks cutely, and it makes you want to barf. They are definitely from another part of school than you. Jungkook sighs. “No, I can’t,” he declines, and you nod proudly at his rejection. “My girl is here to pick me up,” he adds to that, and your nodding stops, replaced by a frown at his confusing words. What did he just say? “Your girl?” she asks, and you agree with her for once. You wait impatiently for his elaboration. “Yeah, her name is…,” he says, but you interrupt him with the sound of your car horn. It has both of them flinching surprised. “I have to go,” Jungkook says as he forgets what he was about to say. He opens the car door, and the girl walks away in defeat.

Your hand rests on the gear stick as you drive, which Jungkook notices. He sees the way your hand barely touches it and almost hovers above it at times, when there is a bump in the road. Without warning, he takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers in his own. It startles you, and you push him off. “What are you doing?” you whine. You almost sound just like the girl that Jungkook talked to before, but you are whining for a different reason, you are sure. If not, she hides her disgust way better than you do. The boy simply laughs at your reaction and finds it amusing. “I just wanna hold your hand, why is that wrong?” he asks with a wide smile. “I’m driving!” you scold him, trying to point out the obvious. Does this boy not know how dangerous it is? “Come on, you drive an automatic, you’re barely touching the gear stick,” he argues back, making your argument sound ridiculous. You huff, not knowing what to say. You just shake your head at him. “Why do you want to hold my hand, anyway, it’s weird,” you mumble to yourself as more of a statement than a question. “Why do you think?” he asks a bit smug, and somehow, he suddenly seems a lot more sober than he did at first. You look over at him for a second, meeting his eyes that display the truth to you. The sight makes you scoff at him before you look back onto the road. It only amuses him further. “Why do you think I asked you to come and pick me up? I wanted to see you,” he says, and it makes your grip on the steering wheel tighten. “Would you stop!” you whine at him. “Stop what?” he asks with a grin as he is watching you from his seat. “Stop flirting with me!” you stress. It is unsettling you that he is being nice. He is an asshole, why does he do this to you, being all cute and stuff. What is even worse is that he just sits there with a stupid grin on his stupid face as if you are not getting through to him at all. He is having the time of his life, while you are sweating your fingerprints off. Another reason why he should not hold your hand right now. “Why are you laughing at me?” you ask to shut him up. He rests his head back against the seat and closes his eyes as the smile is still on his lip. “Okay, I’ll stop,” he says and fights back the laugh that wants to escape him. It seems like a struggle, holding it in. “Aish,” you sigh, shaking your head at his behavior. Why is this even bothering me so much? you wonder. It is not fair that he gets to tease you this way, when you are in your bloody pajamas. That is just a low blow, when he is looking like he came straight out of GQ. Was that just your weird way of calling him hot? Yes, yes it was. Damn it.

You make a turn and drive down the road leading to his house. His laughing has finally settled down. “I can’t believe, you still remember where I live,” he says gently as if it is mostly meant for himself. He seems very comfortable in your presence, and it makes you question life on several levels. With all he has said and done to you over the last couple of years, you find it extremely odd that he acts like this. It is almost as if you never stopped being friends. You finally reach the destination, pulling up at the sidewalk by his house. “There, favor returned,” you state coldly. Normally, it is how you talk to each other, emotionless and without care, but for some reason, it feels a bit bitchy right now. You disregard it. Jungkook sits still, looking at his house through the window, and you start wondering how drunk he really is. It is hard to tell, to be honest. He turns his head to meet your eyes with his own, and you notice the sudden change in his demeanor. Something much more intimate and honest has settled. You are not sure if it is the streetlights around you or the silence between you, but something made him think, and you are not sure of what. “I miss you,” he then says. He says it without expecting anything back. It is just something that he needed to get off his chest. “I know why we stopped talking back then, but I want to correct it. It bothers me that it happened the way it did,” he states. You do not say anything back yet. You just watch him as he speaks, even though his eyes have moved on to looking out on the still road. It is easier that way, considering the weight of what he has to say. “Look, I know I made you feel really weird after the kiss, but I didn’t mean to. I just panicked because I had never kissed a girl before,” he explains, and it seems vulnerable to him. His words surprise you. You remember thinking of him as a really experienced type, which he apparently had not been at all. It puts a light frown on your face that Jungkook notices when he lifts his eyes to see your reaction. “I really liked you then, Y/N. I didn’t know what to do when you finally made the move,” he adds with a dry chuckle that seems bittersweet on his tongue. You are not sure of what to say. Every word that you think of feels as if they will stutter if you speak them. You had not ever expected him to bring it up again after so long, and it makes you a bit speechless, you guess. “I don’t know what to say to that, Jungkook,” you say honestly as you lean back in your seat like him. You turn off the engine, knowing you might sit here for a bit. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m not expecting you to like me back after so long, I just want us to be friends at least,” he carries on, kept words spilling from his lips without thought. He rubs his eyes with his hands, feeling his tiredness creep up on him. You halt his speech. “Wait. Like you back?” you say and look at him. You look him right in the eyes, trying to capture his full attention. They are a little droopy, but he seems sober enough to mean what he says. “Yeah,” he smiles softly. Jungkook knows that you need a second to process what he has said. He knows you well. You might not have seen the two of you as friends recently, but Jungkook has, and he has never stopped considering you as one of his closest. He just needs you to realize it too. “The reason why I’m always on your case is because I want your attention, you know?” he explains and turns a bit shy at his own words. He is starting to catch up with what he is doing right now, and it would be fair to say that he is starting to regret his timing with his confession. He did not even have it in mind when he got into your car, but having you so close made it come out all on its own. Now, he must suffer the embarrassment. “You better not be lying to me about this,” you say seriously. The words are too important to you for him to use them in a joke or something. He lifts his gaze to yours immediately. “I’m not, I promise,” he says back, and you sense his honesty.

What Friends Are For

PLOT: When Yoongi’s crush asks him out on a date, he wants you to practice it with him and calm his nerves.

PAIRING: Yoongi x reader GENRE: fluff, Birthday!AU WARNINGS: none WORDCOUNT: 4.7k A/N: forgot to post this yesterday, forgive me xx

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Yoongi would not consider himself as popular. He has never really cared much for the attention, but still, he has never been overlooked. Even despite trying to keep to himself and stay anonymous he has managed to become a part of a group that everyone on campus knows. He did not become someone on purpose. It was as if the guys chose him more than he chose them, but eventually, they became the ones that he would call his closest friends. All six of them. Since Yoongi does not see himself as a popular guy, he forgets sometimes that others do, especially when girls approach him. For some reason, he becomes quite nervous and clammy when a pretty girl asks something of him even though they think of him as cool and unbothered. But Yoongi knows, though, that dating has never been kind to him. He has gone on a few dates before, and every time, he turns into this awkward mush that cannot form words of any meaning. He simply does not know what to say, since he is constantly in conflict with himself. Everything he tries to say on a date just sounds too cliché for his taste and everything he does feels forced and stiff. He is not made for the dating part of life. If only he could meet someone where getting to know each other and talking is not as staged as regular dates feel. He would give up dating completely if it was easy to, but when the girl from his literature class asks if he wants to go to the movies with her on Friday, he ends up saying yes. He has had a crush on her for a while now, so his heart nearly jumped out of his chest when she asked. For a second, he completely forgot that he is absolutely terrible at dating and might embarrass himself in front of her. That is where you come in. Being the only girl that he knows and has befriended, the first thing he thought about was asking you. You would know what he should do.

“Y/N!” Yoongi shouts as he sees you in the hallway. It makes you halt in your steps and turn around towards him, recognizing your friend. “What’s up?” you ask him as you notice the few eyes on you from his disturbance. “We need to talk,” he says with slight desperation in his eyes, seeming entirely unbothered by the people around you. “Sure, but I was just heading to the cafeteria to get lunch,” you explain, asking him indirectly to join. He nods in agreement, and the two of you go to grab a sandwich each and get a table by a window. “So, what are we gonna talk about?” you ask before taking a bite of your food. He sits across from you and watches you struggle with a piece of lettuce that hangs from the bread, giving you a second before answering. “I need your help,” Yoongi states. The boy has not even touched his sandwich yet, showing the situation is urgent to him. You look at him as you chew and wait for him to elaborate. “I have a date on Friday,” he adds a bit hesitantly, and it almost makes you choke on your food. Yoongi sighs. “I know that you think I’m hopeless in this, but that is exactly why you need to help me with what I should do,” he explains, taking your reaction as one to display how impossible the task sounds to you. But really there is another reason. You have known Yoongi for the past two years that you have been studying at the same college, and despite your best efforts, you have fallen for him. You try to suppress it completely, wanting to just stay friends and not embarrass yourself, since you are certain that he does not return your feelings. And honestly, Yoongi has not thought of you in that way, so your observation of him is legit. You are his friend, and mostly you are fine with it, but it is moments as these that test you. Moments where he talks about other girls and asks you for advice. You swallow your food along with a piece of your beloved pride. “What kind of help do you need?” you ask lightly, concealing every sign that could give away the panic in your mind and the hurting in your chest. “You know that I’m terrible at dating… I need you to guide me, so I don’t screw this up,” Yoongi says, looking at you with almost desperation. To the onlooker, he might not seem especially bothered, but you read it on him easily. He shows himself to you, and that is one of the ways that you can tell what he really feels. If he was into you, he would not be so comfortable in your presence. You take a moment to think of an idea that could help as you push down every urge to reject his request. “What if we practice the date?” you suggest and ignore the part in your brain that screams unsafe territory. It probably is not the best idea to put yourself in her shoes, but it would help him out more than any of your words could alone. Yoongi thinks it over and nods in confirmation. “I think that could work,” he says, seeming satisfied with the suggestion. More satisfied than you, unfortunately.

It is probably the worst idea that you have ever come up with. Going on a date with Yoongi seems a lot less appealing now when you know that everything you do, he will do again on Friday with the girl that he actually likes. A bittersweet day at its finest. However, being a positive thinker and a sworn optimist (well, you try), you decide to just make the best of it and see it as a day you get to spend with your friend. You might like him romantically, but you love him as a friend, and that matters more to you. As you are busy getting your thoughts together, you barely notice when Yoongi walks up to you where you are waiting for him outside a coffee shop. “Hey,” he says relaxed as he comes up and stands next to you. “Oh, hi,” you say back with slight surprise, turning towards him. “I thought we could get some coffee first,” you say, and the boy agrees. You both love coffee and barely function without it, which is a nice thing to share between the two of you. You step inside and order two americanos before you settle down at a table to discuss today’s plans. “Okay, so,” you start as you take off your jacket and warm your hands against the cup. “What have you guys planned so far?” you ask, wanting to get as much of the setting as possible. Yoongi takes the first sip of his coffee, letting the bitterness coat his tongue as he thinks. “I’m picking her up at 8pm, and then we’re going to the movies, so nothing much,” he explains. His excitement might not be clear in his words, but you know that it is there. It is probably his nerves that are forcing him to hide them away. “Did you think of anything else?” you ask as you taste your own coffee. Yoongi strains a smile. “She just suggested the movies, so I don’t know if she wants to do anything else,” he says, seeming a bit at a loss. There are other people in the coffee shop around you, sipping at their drinks and keeping warm from today’s chilly weather. At least the sun has started to show, letting out the spring vibes that has the flowers starting to bloom. Spring is a perfect time for a date since the weather is practically encouraging romantic meetings. “You are going on a date, of course, she wants to do something,” you say, discarding his discouraging words. “and I might have a few ideas,” you add as you look out onto the street, watching the warm hue breaking out onto the busy city. Yoongi is not sure of what you have in mind, but he is intrigued. He knows that you will come up with something that is not too crazy but still makes the day special in some way.

“I don’t need a new shirt!” Yoongi groans as you pull him into a men’s clothing shop. “No, but it would be nice to get one anyway,” you say back with a wide smile yet in a tone matching his. The boy finds himself questioning your sanity for the first time today. He has never understood your attachment to new things or even want for them. Yoongi is a simple guy, and he could probably be just fine with only two sets of clothes to switch between. He does not find the same excitement in it as you, but seeing you with gleaming eyes as you scan the racks makes him give in. The practicing of the date itself will not start until 8 anyways, so you need something to do until then. Why not just let it be something that you want to do then? he thinks. You start picking out shirts from all around the store, piling them up in your grip until the point where you might drop them all if you add any more. “You’re not serious, right? You’re not expecting me to buy them all,” Yoongi crosses his arms and raises his brows at you, making you sigh. “Of course not,” you say. “You’re going to try them all on and pick one out,” you add as you lead him to the dressing rooms. He groans again and is almost dragging his feet as he follows you. This was not exactly what he had in mind when you said that you would help. With determination and force, you manage to press Yoongi into the confined space behind the curtain and shoving the pile of dress shirts with him. You take place on a chair by the space, waiting patiently for him to come out and do a showing for you. “How’s it going in there?” you ask after a minute of his shuffling. You hear him sigh. “Why did you choose so many colored ones?” he pouts after noticing the bright shirts. You know that Yoongi prefers all black, but you just wanted to try something different. “I want her to see another side of you than the dark and broody one you always show,” you explain from your seat. “Besides, it’s spring, you should wear something a little lighter,” you add, and you fight back the laugh that threatens to erupt by the thought of Yoongi in bright yellow. “Could you try on the blue one? I’d like to see it on you,” you say as you make your way to the curtain. “Sure,” Yoongi agrees without sounding too convincing. You peek inside the dressing room, knowing Yoongi will not mind as long as it is you. He takes off the other shirt, he was wearing, revealing his bare chest underneath and grabs the blue one that you wanted. “This?” he asks, meeting your eyes in the mirror. You nod with a little smile that shows your anticipation. You have a feeling that it will suit him well. He pulls it onto his shoulders and looks at himself as he buttons the shirt. You follow the movement of his hands, one button at a time, moving upwards as his fingers lightly trace his soft skin. He leaves the top button unbuttoned, and it gives him a casual look. The kind of look that you like on him. He glances at you first to see your reaction before even determining his own. He sees that you are smiling at him, and he finds it sweet. “So? Do you like it?” you ask him as you run out of patience. Taking a second to study it, he starts nodding gently. “I guess, it’s fine,” he states. Knowing him well, you know that it is a big compliment coming from him. Yoongi is the brutally honest type and would not lie about something like this. “Should I look for more shirts?” you ask, and his eyes dart up to meet yours. You laugh at his panic, and he realizes that you are teasing him. It makes him chuckle to himself. “Funny,” he says before changing back into his own black t-shirt. Against his own judgment of needing new clothes, he decides to get the blue one. If anything, it makes you happy.

You go to the park and choose a bench for the two of you. The sun is out, and the grass is green all around. Yoongi relaxes in his seat as he sits down beside you. You might not like what is next, but if you want to help him, you have to know more. Even if it hurts. “Tell me about her,” you say, and he looks over at you. “What do you mean?” he asks despite the simplicity of the request. “I need to know a bit about her to determine what she is into,” you elaborate, finding it obvious. He nods at that. “Well, what do you need to know?” he asks. It feels a bit off to him. He is not sure why, but for some reason, the words sting a bit on his tongue. He really likes the girl, but the thought of explaining why to you just seems wrong. Yet he ignores it. You are here to help him, so it makes sense to talk about her with you. “Her name is Olivia, and she is in my literature class. She’s the good girl type, into school and stuff like that,” he explains. He likes that about her. You can read it on him, and you look away before it makes you change your mind about helping. You return with an understanding nod, taking in the facts and thinking it over. “Okay, good,” you say for effect. It makes you come off as a professional though you are far from one. The only reason Yoongi thinks that you have expertise in this is solely because you are a girl. Honestly though, it does make you qualified since you are closer to knowing what a girl would want than him. Yoongi is not exactly the best at social interaction, especially with girls. You must be able to help in one way or the other. “There’s still some hours till it’s 8pm, so what else are we doing?” Yoongi asks and changes the subject. For some reason, he just feels off talking about his crush with you. Since you are not entirely comfortable yourself, you do not poke at him further. “You might not love what is next, but I promise it’ll up your chances,” you state with a smile that makes Yoongi nervous. He already knows that he agrees with that statement, despite having no clue of what you have planned.

After getting your tickets and finding your seats, the two of you sit beside each other and share your popcorn while waiting for the movie to start. There is not a lot of people here, but you reckon there will be more on Friday, which is good since it will help with the awkward silence that sometimes occurs. He looks around at the other people before his gaze ends on you. “I have been waiting for this for a while,” Yoongi states before plopping popcorn into his mouth. The words have your eyes widening. “W-what?” you ask as you swallow your own snack. You meet eyes with him as you look over at his slouching frame. “The movie,” he says casually, gesturing to the screen that will soon be showing a highly anticipated film. Your heart starts beating again. “Ah, right, me too,” you say back as you relax into your own seat. For a second there, you let yourself believe that he was talking about something else. Suddenly, he seems much calmer than you, and you are not liking it. You are not the one, who is supposed to feel nervous and icky about today. “Do you have any pointers for me?” the boy asks as the commercials are showing. “Should I take her hand or put my arm over her shoulders like in all those cheesy rom-coms?” he asks as he grins at the thought. He is really not into that stuff. He is not against a display of affection, but he feels no need to do it in public. You think it over. “Well, since it has become a real cliché thing to do, I think you should try something else,” you say as you look ahead. “Like what?” he asks while looking at you, studying the side of your face as he waits. “It depends on the mood between you. If it feels a little stiff, you could just sit close and maybe lay your elbow against her arm,” you say and demonstrate by doing it to him. He picks up on what you mean as he feels the intimacy of your closeness. “You are supposed to make her think about your actions. So, you should do something that is intimate but not too obvious and direct. Leave her wanting more as they say,” you explain with your eyes on his. Looking at you this way in the dimmed lights, Yoongi notices that your makeup is a bit different than it usually is. It is as if you put on a little extra and styled your hair a bit differently. It looks good on you, he thinks. He listens closely to what you are saying, but for some reason, he finds himself distracted by your touch. He has not really thought of your skinship before but being aware of it now, it feels nice. It feels natural. The commercials end and the movie starts. As the lights dim down and turn off, you whisper to him. “Just do what feels good,” he hears from your hushed voice, and he thinks about it the whole movie through. Do what feels good. As the movie plays, and your eyes are glued to the screen, his eyes are stealing glances at your face. Do what feels good. He wants to watch the movie as intensely as you, but he is distracted by your words. Do what feels good. Why is it that all he can think about is having you against him? Why does he want to lay his head on your shoulder and feel your warmth on his skin? Why is he thinking about you? He shakes his head as he tries to focus on the screen instead of your face. Filling his mouth to the brim with popcorn and taking deep breaths do not calm his beating heart. Ridiculous, he thinks of himself. You are his friend. Maybe this practice date is too similar to the one he has had in mind all along.

“It was so bad!” you laugh as Yoongi and you step out of the movie theatre. He sips from the straw of his coke with a grin, drinking the last of it before throwing it in the trash. “I can’t believe that we waited so long for it, and it was that bad!” you add as if it is the most hilarious thing in the world. It makes Yoongi laugh. “I know, it didn’t even make sense,” Yoongi chips in on your roasting. After shaking off his thoughts, he managed to focus on the movie that turned out to be a big flop, yet neither of you really care. It only makes an amusing conversation between you. You link your arm in his as you are walking down the street after the sun has gone down. The path is lit up by the streetlights and the cars driving by. The air is fresh and cool against your skin, so you walk close to each other to preserve some heat as you talk about the film. You pull him with you across the street and down a path through a nearby park. The lights do not reach inside, so the park is fairly unlit from the trees covering it in, only having few streetlights within. Yoongi has no idea where you are going, yet he trusts you, so he really does not feel the need to know. “Are you going to kill me?” he quotes the movie, faking his fright for effect as the actor had done. His impression makes you laugh. “I might,” you joke back, and he halts as he starts to pull himself free from your grip. “I won’t let you!” he says dorkily and releases himself. He runs a bit away from you in the opposite direction to tease you, and you raise your brows. “Yoongi, don’t! It’s dark in here,” you scold him, suddenly finding it creepy to stand alone. All you hear is him chuckling at you. “Fine!” you say and ignore him, walking further down the path. You then hear his footsteps as he catches up with you to link your arm with his again. “Don’t worry,” he smiles as he pulls you closer. You lead him to the center of the park, and he is surprised to see the lake that you come to. A beautiful yet humble lake that reflects the sky’s stars and moon in its waters. “I didn’t know that this was here,” he chuckles dumbfoundedly. “You do now,” you say as you smile at his expression. You had a feeling that he would be impressed. You pull him along and find a place to sit to watch the nature before you. Yoongi sighs as he gets comfortable on the ground. “You should bring her here,” you then say while you look at him. You sit close and he hears you clearly. He looks at you too with slight surprise in his eyes at your statement. He had honestly forgotten about his date for a moment. He nods gently at that. “But she might not want to sit on the ground, so maybe bring a blanket or something,” you state with a chuckle. He mimics your smile, but it does not reach his eyes. Well, neither does yours really. You watch the lake in peace, noticing the rings spreading in the water from when a leaf falls into it. The moon is bright enough to not make the park seem so dark anymore. Yoongi looks at you instead. “Thank you for doing this with me,” he says thankfully. He could not have done it better himself. Practicing this day with you has made him realize things. He has realized that he does not have to be nervous, and he has realized that you were right about chemistry creating itself if there. Dating should not be as difficult as others make it seem. Dating should be like how he feels with you. Your eyes meet with his as you register his words. “You’re welcome,” you say with a gentle smile that makes his cheeks blush. He takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers with his own. It feels good. It feels natural. You place your head on his shoulder as you sit in the quiet, looking onto the lake and stars reflecting in it. He rests his head on top of yours gently without a word as well. You take out your phone and check the time. Holding it up, you show it to him. “Look, it’s past midnight,” you state gleefully. “Happy Birthday, Yoongi,” you say as you cuddle against him, making him smile. “Thank you, Y/N,” he says back and gives your hand a little squeeze. It is then that Yoongi decides what to do. Despite your best efforts, he will not be able to use your advice on his date, since he has decided to cancel it. But you did help him with something anyway, and he is thankful for that.

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Best Served Ice Cold (Finale)

PLOT: Getting snowed in is the least of Y/N’s problems, when she finds out that she shares the cabin with Hoseok.

PAIRING: Hoseok x reader GENRE: fluff, suggestive smut, E2L, Birthday!AU WARNINGS: swearing, drinking, tiny drop of angst WORDCOUNT: 3.6k A/N: better late than never kekeke x

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After spending another day on the slopes with the self-claimed “professionals”, the four of you are exhausted to the bone. At first, you did not have anything against the little one with the same experience level as you, but apparently, the boy is a natural on the snowboard according to Hoseok. It honestly annoys you a bit to see Yoongi getting a hang of it so quickly, when you are literally risking your life, yet it annoys you further to hear the biker-bastard yell encouraging words to his friend. He really just has to rub it in your face. Maybe the thing that annoys you the most today is that it is Hoseok’s birthday, and Namjoon will not stop talking about it. With a big dimpled smile, he keeps side-hugging his friend and letting him choose everything from the place where you ate lunch to the number of hours spent on the white mountains. Hoseok really milked that opportunity, choosing the whole day in the cold. Luckily, you have bettered yourself, managing to stay upright on the board instead of dipping your butt in the snow. At least you have that.

You are reading the book that you brought, lying under the covers of your bed. The fresh air from the walk to the cabin gave you new energy, so you could not sleep when you had finally laid down. Hoseok did not even make it to his room before crashing, so he is currently hogging the sofa in the living room of the cabin. It forced you to move in behind closed doors, but it does not bother you at all. It means more privacy, which you definitely want when you are alone with him. Boy should not even try to small talk with you. You do not need his fuck-boy moves tried on you, let alone look at his black James Dean-styled hair and smirk. One chapter takes the other and suddenly, you have read through most of the book. Considering it is a pretty thick one, you have spent at least a few hours on it. You put down the book, giving in to the thirst you feel that brings you to the kitchen. Stepping out into the living room, you notice Hoseok’s sleeping figure still lying on the couch. You thought that he had already left to join the guys at the bar, but clearly not. Why, you are not aware, and you do not really care. You steal a quick glance at the windows to check if it is still snowing as it did earlier, but there is nothing visible. It is dark, so you note it down as if the snow has stopped. “What time is it?” you hear Hoseok mumble groggily to himself as he checks his phone that lies on the table beside him. “Shit, I forgot to set an alarm,” he states as he sits up, running a hand through his messy locks. You study him for a moment, and had he not been such a dick to you, you might actually have found him quite attractive. He has that boyfriend type of look that usually has you weak in the knees, but not today. You will not let him get to you. You go back to your room and get comfortable under the duvet as you look through the apps on your phone. Only ten minutes or so go by before Hoseok is knocking at your door, spilling your name from his lips. “What?” you say, allowing him to enter. He walks in, and the look in his eyes has your brows furrowing. It is like he saw a ghost or something, but with more intrigue than fear. “Have you looked outside?” he asks with slightly widened eyes. You shake your head. “Come with me,” Hoseok says and walks back to the living room, expecting you to follow, which you do with a groan of irritation. You join him by the front door and wait for the big reveal that he is clearly planning. “Open the door,” the boy says with a chuckle, and you sigh. You humor him and open it, expecting the cold from outside to hit your warm body, but it barely does. You are not met with an outdoor wind pulling in, but a wall of white snow that has gathered over the last hours while you read. Your jaw drops, and your eyes match Hoseok’s widened ones. “Is that?” you say with surprise. “Snow?” you add and press a finger against it, watching it deepen into the icy mass that cools your skin from the touch. Some of it falls to the floor and slowly melts at your feet, though most of it keeps shape. A wonder of nature, one might say. “I was heading down to join the guys, but…,” Hoseok explains, gesturing to the snow as his reasoning for not going. “I guess, I can’t,” he says with a laugh that illustrates his surprise. You are almost out of words. You knew that the weather had worsened and that layers of snow had been promised, but you had not expected this. You are literally snowed in. You close the door back up, not wanting the wall to suddenly collapse and leave a big pile of snow on the floor. “What are we going to do?” you ask as your gaze move to Hoseok’s face. “Maybe text Namjoon that we’re stuck?” the boy suggests, seeming only lightly fazed by the situation. You nod at that, which makes him pull out his phone and text his friend. It only takes a few minutes for a reply. Hoseok shows it to you.

Another hour passes, and nothing has happened yet. You step out of your room to check, finding Hoseok on the couch with his phone. He notices you and speaks as if he has been waiting for you to come out. “I’ve been texting with Namjoon, and the storm will probably go on all night, so they are staying at the main house till tomorrow,” Hoseok says. For now, it is not such a big problem for the two of you, since you had no plans of going out anyway, but it is worrying to not know what it means. You try to not let your thoughts run wild, but you know that you do not want to die in here. You repeat, you try not to let your thoughts run wild. “The good thing is, we’re safe,” Hoseok states, hoping to cheer you up a bit. “Yeah, at least we got electricity. In some storms, the power suddenly goes o--,” you start, and as if your words are cursed, everything goes dark as the lights turn off. “I spoke too soon,” you say quietly, statement laced with regret. After his realization, Hoseok chuckles. “I guess, you really are unlucky, Y/N,” the boy jokes, referring to the several times that life has toyed with you already, including the first day you met. “It’s not my fault!” you quickly spit, not letting up. You cannot see his face, but the light smile he just had suddenly turns a bit bitter. “I didn’t say that,” he sighs. You are making it an uphill battle for him, and it is honestly a bit tiring. He is trying his best to not snap back at you, but you are testing him. “I guess, we will freeze to death if we don’t keep up the heat, so I’ll light a fire in the fireplace,” Hoseok says, changing the subject. You just stand there in the dark without a clue of what to do. You find yourself impaled whenever sight fails you. Shuffling through the dark, you manage to make your way across the room to the couch, feeling the armrest under your palms. Hoseok turns on the flashlight of his phone, and you suddenly feel a bit embarrassed, considering you could have easily just done the same. You straighten up, realizing he can see you now. “Could you hold the light for me?” he asks. You take his phone from him, lighting where he needs to see. You do not really want to help him but lighting a fire would be beneficial for you both. He lays newspapers in the bottom and gathers some logs, placing them inside the fireplace. He then pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opening it up and taking out a lighter tugged inside the pack. It makes you scoff with judgment. “What?” he asks as he notices your reaction. “It just doesn’t surprise me that you’re a smoker,” you state with a tilt in your stance. It completes his bad boy image, you think. “I’m not,” he says, and you scoff again with disbelief. “Not that it’s your business, Y/N, but I actually took these from Namjoon to keep him from smoking,” Hoseok explains in a firmer tone, showing he is getting tired of your attitude towards him. You are filled with prejudice against him, and he is not a fan of what you are making him out to be. “Namjoon’s not a smoker,” you huff. “Thanks to me, he’s not,” Hoseok says back. You might think that you know everything about your best friend, but you do not. Not every single thing like how he took up smoking a few weeks ago but just did not want to tell you about it. He wanted to try it out without you talking him out of it, but Hoseok found out and made him quit. The two of you are more alike than you realize, and Namjoon is his friend too. Hoseok lights the newspaper at the bottom, letting it get ahold of the flame. It takes a little while for him to get it going, but the flame eventually spreads to the wood and the fire grows strong. You turn off the flashlight of his phone as the fire is emitting both warmth and lighting up the room. Hoseok stands up and brushes off his knees before meeting your eyes with his own. It surprised you to hear that Hoseok had helped out Namjoon that way, taking his cigarettes from him. It makes you question your view of him. You clear your throat. “Nice job,” you say a bit stiff, but it is said, nonetheless. Hoseok smiles humbly. “Thanks,” he says, appreciating your compliment. He steps back and sits down on the couch with a thump. He sighs as he rests his head back against the backrest. You decide to join him, sitting down on the opposite side of the couch, watching the fire take hold. It crackles in a cozy way. “Why do you hate me?” Hoseok then asks carefully. You turn your head towards him, finding him looking at you. It is as if there is hurt in his words. It pulls at your heartstrings. You are not made entirely of ice. “Don’t say because of that first day, cause I already apologized for that,” he adds, wanting to know why you will not give him a chance. “I--,” you stutter as your words fail you. You honestly do not know what to tell him. It is hard to admit, but you have probably been giving him a tough time despite not knowing him at all. You never really gave him a chance to change your first impression. If you had, he would have changed your view of him from the first time he smiled or said your name. Hoseok is a kind person, a beaming sun, but you rejected him from one mistake that he made unintentionally. You cannot blame him for questioning it. “I don’t hate you,” you sigh, crossing your arms. He keeps quiet to let you explain yourself since you seem like you want to, searching for the words. Thinking about the whole thing, you cannot help but laugh at yourself. Laugh at your own childishness. “What?” Hoseok smiles, finding your state intriguing. Realizing your reasoning for not liking him makes it all seem so stupid. Your laugh is bitter, and it does not go unnoticed by him. “I think, I’m scared of losing Namjoon to you,” you state with realization in your tone, letting him know that it was somewhat subconscious on your part. Hoseok raises his brows slightly in surprise. “Namjoon loves you, Y/N,” the boy says honestly. He remembers all the times that Namjoon talked about you so proudly, showing you off to them. Neither he nor Yoongi as ever doubted that among all of Namjoon’s friends, you would always come first. His very best friend. You nod at Hoseok’s words. You know that Namjoon loves you as much as you love him. He is like a brother to you, and you are like a sister to him. “But why me and not Yoongi?” Hoseok asks, and you give him a knowing look, thinking it is a bit obvious. “You kind of gave me a specific reason to,” you answer, and Hoseok smiles at that. “Right,” he says. Of course, you could have been cold towards Yoongi as well, but you do not really live your life trying to be a bitch. Hoseok had already wronged you, so you used it as an excuse to get back at him, when really it was all just a product of your own concerns. It does not make it right, but it explains it, you guess. “I’m sorry,” you say as your gaze drops to your hands. You feel bad about it now. “I forgive you,” Hoseok says back with a smile. You look back up and meet his eyes, seeing candor in them. He is studying your face carefully, looking at your soft features with adoration. He likes you like this - honest. Even though you are sitting at each of your end of the couch, he suddenly feels so close, his gaze so intimate. He is not as bad as you had initially thought.

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Missing Pants (Finale)

PLOT: Y/N tries to stay out of trouble while living at the Bangtan frat house.

PAIRING: Yoongi x reader (ft. the other boys) GENRE: comedy, fluff, Fratboy!AU WARNINGS: drinking, suggestive smut and stuff WORDCOUNT: 6.6k A/N: last part guys, let’s get it x

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The pounding sound of the beats seep through the floor, and you groan, turning up the volume of your TV. You do not know when you turned old, but for the first time, you find yourself considering grabbing a broom and knocking on the ceiling. Not that it has ever worked in the history of the world, but it is tempting. If not only to display your frustration with the noise. Despite the disturbing sounds, you manage to hear your growling stomach calling for snacks, and you realize that you forgot to make popcorn for the movie. It actually feels like a betrayal on your part. You might only be in a t-shirt and underwear, but you are simply too lazy to put on pants only to take them off again once you come back down. And let us be honest, it is not exactly the first time you have wandered around the house without pants on. It is actually what started all of this, ending with you living in the basement of the Bangtan frat house. So, when you think about it, good things usually come out of you not wearing pants. And if the boys were honest, they would agree, you are sure.

With your hair in a bun and your legs bare, you make your way upstairs, entering the party space and receiving looks from the very start. But most of the partiers are too drunk and entertained to truly question your questionable state. The music is even louder up here, which you had not thought possible, and the sweaty bodies surround you, making you wince. It might have been a day or two since you showered, meaning you probably are not as clean as you could be, but you do not need to get dirtier from spilled alcohol or other people’s sweat on your skin. Dodging as much contact as you can, you reach the kitchen and pull out a drawer to reveal the popcorn packs. You pull one out, finding a strip of tape on the pack with Jungkook’s name on it. You shake your head disapprovingly. He really has become possessive over his things after you moved in, labeling all of his stuff. It might be because he found out that you had been using his shampoo and that he thinks you sometimes use his toothbrush (which is a lie… or maybe it was that one time…), but you only find it ridiculous. The boy is just too sensitive. It is not like a piece of tape with his name on is going to stop you anyway. On the contrary for that matter. It only tempts you further, wanting to bother him. The popcorn might be his, but the opportunity to tease him is yours, and therefore, you must grab it. You have to push a random couple out of the way mid-make-out since they are blocking access to the microwave. You start pushing at the boy’s back to get them to move, yet it startles him and makes him break the kiss from the surprise. He turns around, and you tighten your grip on the pack, realizing that you are about to get caught red-handed, stealing his snacks. His precious popcorn, nonetheless. “What?” Jungkook says with furrowed brows when he realizes that you are the one interrupting. His gaze immediately drops to your hands, and he notices what you feared that he would. He lifts his eyes again, locking them with yours, expression unreadable. “What do you think you are doing?” he asks calmly. Even though he keeps face, you know that he is pissed already. You fight back the smile that threatens to escape, knowing you will only provoke him if you let it slip across your lips. Without a response from you, his eyes wander back down to check again that it is, in fact, his snacks you are hogging, but to his surprise, something else steals his attention. Your bare legs. Once again, you are indecent, exposing yourself to the world, and having come to know you, Jungkook is not still hit by an urge to look away, but more to cover you up, caused by his growing protectiveness towards you. “Jesus, Y/N. Why aren’t you wearing pants?” he asks with a sigh, tilting his head in frustration and furrowing his brows. It is almost hilarious how the boys are always more affected by your undressed state than you have ever been. Especially this boy. From his movement, you get a peek at the girl behind him, who is waiting for their session to heat back up. Jungkook has seemingly forgotten her for a moment, but you have not. For once, another girl is actually an advantage for you. “Kookie, you should be used to seeing me without pants on after all those times,” you say, stepping a bit closer to him with a flirtatious smile that does not go unnoticed by her. “It cannot really come as a surprise,” you add, placing a hand on his chest that makes his eyes widen in shock. You want to burst out laughing at the thought of you actually flirting with the maknae, and the look on his pale face is almost too humorous to ignore. But if you want him to leave and let you hog his popcorn, you have to create a diversion - drama. Just as you had hoped, the girl seems displeased with the statement and huffs, stomping off with irritation. Fuckboys never last when exposed. Jungkook notices, and it only takes a few seconds for him to realize your ploy. Seeing the realization on his face, your laugh can no longer be contained. The boy sighs. “Seriously? You’re cock-blocking me now?” he asks, furrowing his brows at you. You feign innocence, yet your smile gives you away. Jungkook shakes his head disappointingly. Having come to know Jungkook, you know that he has a certain reputation to obtain, and having a girl spread rumors about him being a dick is not beneficial. He has to go explain to the girl and cannot stay here to scold you on stealing from him. Jungkook walks away with a sigh to look for her, while you finally get clear access to the microwave. Now you can pop your popcorn in peace. Well, Jungkook’s popcorn, but popcorn, nonetheless.

You shut the door behind you, closing off the party once again to your pounding ears as you return to the basement. Bowl in hand, you make your way down the stairs and get settled before the TV, starting your show back up. The blanket you cuddle under is soft, and the bowl is warm in your lap from the heated snacks it contains. You are still having trouble hearing the TV, but at least now it is not from the music upstairs but from the sound of your own chewing since it is loud enough to even block out the party. A few scenes later, the music suddenly gets louder as the door to the basement is opened. You look over your shoulder towards the staircase as you hear the door being closed again. It is almost a bit creepy, sitting there and waiting for whoever it is to reveal themselves, but you can hear their steps as they make their way down. A pair of worn-out sneakers is the first thing you see before ripped jeans, a black hoodie, and a familiar face of indifference. The one and only lil meow meow, dashing as ever. “Yoongi, are you still alive? Have the alcoholic zombies not puked on you yet?” you ask dramatically, faking surprise. The boy scoffs. He sits down on the couch next to you to rest his weary bones. The boy does nothing but sleep, so it is inevitable that his body is a bit frail. You sense something in his silence. “Were you just upstairs without pants on?” Yoongi asks with a stale expression. The thought is not surprising to him at all. “Is Jungkook a snitch?” you say back, wanting him to answer his own question. Yoongi smiles faintly. “You really don’t care what people think, huh?” he asks, yet he knows that you do not. You have too few boundaries to. “We both don’t,” you say, stuffing your mouth with popcorn. Yoongi agrees. “So, what are we watching?” he asks, leaning back and grabbing a handful from the bowl. The party upstairs carries on, but neither of you feels excluded. You would both just rather be here. Yoongi is close and you cannot resist the urge. You lean in and rest your head on his shoulder, knowing he will not mind. Yoongi might have a little frame and a sharp tongue at times, but he is the softest boy that has ever been. Your head fits perfectly into the crook of his neck, and it is your favorite place to be. He takes the bowl from you and places it on his own lap, knowing you will want to cuddle into him, but still keep the snacks close. You can finally put your arm around him and cuddle your whole frame against his. He might not say, but he likes the comfort just as much as you. However, you are still the only one allowed into his personal space like this. “You smell nice,” you say softly, and the salt on his tongue is outweighed by the sweetness of just one statement. With that, you still manage to surprise. “Thanks, I showered today,” Yoongi says. In fact, he showered for the party that he just skipped for you, but he does not mind. “Do you use Jungkook’s soap too?” you ask as you recognize the scent. It is the same as the one you have been stealing from. He shakes his head. “Nah,” Yoongi says. “I use Jin-hyung’s,” he adds, making you snort. The two of you really are alike.

You hear someone yell from the other end of the house, and you almost drop your hairbrush from the shock. It sounded like one of the boys, but you cannot quite determine which one, despite having lived with them for a while now. To be honest, you are not even sure what all of their names are still. Not being able to put a face to the disturbing sound, and also having a curiosity that will never leave you alone, you decide to explore. You put down the hairbrush on the dresser and make your way towards the ruckus. “What’s going on?” you ask as you step inside the room. It is two of the boys, Taehyung and Seokjin. They both look over at you standing in the doorframe to the former’s room. Seokjin has a frown on his face and his hands on his waist, seeming frustrated for some reason. Taehyung has heard your question but decides to keep quiet. Maybe because he does not know what to say. “Tae has been cutting lectures for three days now,” Seokjin states firmly. The younger one sighs with a tight smile. As you come to think of it, you have been wondering about the noises, you have heard over the last few days, where you had feared that the house was haunted. Really, it was just Taehyung all along. Makes sense. “And now he has been called in for a chat with the dean,” Seokjin adds. He is clearly disappointed by his friend, which is really only a sign of his care and concern. “I don’t want to chat with him, he is mean. And what will we even talk about?” Taehyung says, looking at you. He does not hold fear in his eyes at all. Your mind takes a second to realize that the boy does not know what the talk with the dean will entail. He thinks that it is some sort of social call or something, which will really work against him if he goes there with ignorance. If you are called in, at least come prepared. You know that much from experience. “What if I come with you? I’ll help smooth it all out,” you offer. You have not done much outside the house, so maybe it will be good to get out a bit. Even if it means talking to Mr. Hayes about Taehyung’s undoubtedly laziness. Right now, you have no idea how to help, but you bet, it will come to you. Fingers crossed, though. “Really? Thanks, Y/N, that would be cool. Then it won’t be so awkward,” Taehyung says. Seokjin seems fine with the idea as well. Probably because he thinks that you will not be able to screw it up more than Taehyung would on his own. He really does not know you that well after all.

It is weird to step back into the dean’s office after all those months away. It is almost a nostalgic memory, you think. Taehyung follows you inside, already passing the torch to you from the beginning. You did tell him to leave it to you and do very little of the talking. All those tv shows you have watched about law taught you to represent your client this way. Especially, when he is a little bit unforeseeable and very likely to mess up on his own if he is allowed to speak. “Please, take a seat,” Mr. Hayes says, gesturing to the chairs before his desk by which he places himself down as well. Both you and Taehyung do, sitting down across from the dean. “I called you in to talk about how you are doing,” Mr. Hayes begins. You let Taehyung answer this one, giving him a chance before jumping in and also giving yourself a better understanding of his thoughts on this meeting. As expected, he has not had many of those circling in his head. “Uh, I’m doing good. I do have a bit of a dry throat, though, I could use some water,” Taehyung answers, scratching at his jaw mindlessly. The dean does not seem that pleased with the boy’s response, having expected a more elaborate and sincere excuse. “Yes, but you haven’t been here for a few days, so could you maybe explain to me why that is?” he says, ignoring Taehyung’s request. Normally, you would find it a bit rude to not offer him something to drink, but knowing Taehyung, you can imagine why. The boy is a bit of a procrastinator. “Honestly, I just didn’t really feel li...,” Taehyung starts but you quickly interrupt him. “Tae, why don’t you go get some water for your throat? You sound a bit scratchy,” you say. The boy seems a bit surprised but discards it quickly as his mind is distracted by the thought of the refreshment. He nods as he rises from his seat, stepping out to get some water in the hall. The dean seems even further displeased. “Mr. Hayes, I apologize for Taehyung’s absence, yet with his condition, I am hoping that you will go easy on him this time. I will personally make sure that he gets back on track, if you do,” you say, letting the lie spill. It is easier for you than one might think. Not to brag, but you have experience in this area. “Condition?” the dean asks, focusing on the particular word that you hoped he would. “Yes, you see. Taehyung is a bit slow, so he needs a little help staying on course at times,” you add, further elaborating. You smile with your eyes, hoping to show candor despite your lack of it. Thinking back to the time where the boy went to his lectures for a week without his pants on, you have a good feeling about this. The dean will probably find the excuse likely in Taehyung’s case. “Oh, yes,” Mr. Hayes says as his frown lights up. “That does explain a lot,” he states. Taehyung comes back with a paper cup in his hand, sitting back down beside you, unknowing of what you have just said about him. The dean seems deep in thought. “I have decided to wait on taking action, but I will not be as understanding next time, so please do not give me reasons to call you in again,” Mr. Hayes says, cutting Taehyung some slack. The boy is surprised, and honestly, you are as well, but you are better at hiding it. Despite Taehyung, your surprise is not as easily read across your face. “Of course not, Mr. Hayes. Thank you,” you say, rising from your seat and shaking his hand. Taehyung does the same, and you quickly leave his office to avoid him changing his mind. “That went great,” the boy says when the door is closed. “Thanks, Y/N,” he adds and gives you a quick hug. You smile at him a bit strained. “Yeah, no problem,” you state back hesitantly, knowing you might have gotten him off the hook for now. However, it could cause a bit of trouble in the future, but you have a feeling that Taehyung will be able to pull it off, even without knowing what to portray as. Something makes you believe that it will come to him naturally.

The whole house is quiet, and you try not to make a sound, carefully stepping on the floorboards to avoid them creaking. The boys held a secret meeting last week without you, voting on whether you should be allowed to go for night-snacking in the kitchen. Apparently, they think you are “an uncontrollable thief” and “eating them out of the house”, but the guys have to chill. It is mostly Jungkook’s words anyway, and you have already established dominance between the two of you. It is clearly you that wears the pants. Or doesn’t wear the pants? you are not sure if that saying fits as much as you would like, but the point stands. If your current ninja-like state says anything about the results of the boys’ sneaky voting, it mostly says that you respect them enough to do it without their knowledge. Compromise, one might call it. As stealthy as one can be in the late hour, walking around in the dark, you finally make your way to the fridge. Opening it up, the bright light gleams upon your face with a familiar coolness against your skin. Oh, how good it feels to be home, you think to yourself. You grab a chocolate pudding that Hoseok undoubtedly is planning to save for tomorrow, but being such a cutesy, bubbly, ray of sunlight that he is, you just cannot help yourself but steal from him. Yes, you are the devil, now move on kids. Grabbing a spoon, you let yourself dig into the chocolatey sweetness that never fails to please. It is better than se-- “Y/N?” a groggy voice asks innocently from behind you. Oh no. You slowly turn around, not even bothering to hide the stolen goods in your hands. Your eyes fall onto the sleepy figure in the doorway, covered in his blue and yellow pajamas. So soft and calm that he is, you almost wish you could order a pocket-size version of him online and carry him around with you. At first, you thought Jimin was a total fuck-boy, but with time he has shown his more innocent sides, and you truly adore him and his puffy cheeks. It might have something to do with his recent demeanor, seeming to have cut down on the sexual remarks. Why? You are not sure. “Timothy, why are you still up?” you ask, and the nickname that still causes confusion makes him pout. Yet he is too tired to correct you right now. “I can’t sleep,” he states with a sigh that lets his shoulders drop. He does not even have the energy to scold you for stealing Hoseok’s beloved pudding, but you do not think that Jimin has even had many objections about you. He is not as strict as some of the others have been. “Go upstairs and lay down, I’ll warm you some milk,” you say sweetly to the boy, who is clearly about to go out of his mind from tossing and turning. You see it in his reddened eyes. “Okay, thanks, Y/N,” he says back without objection, kind of liking the sound of your motherly approach. You finish the pudding before you are pouring a cup of milk and placing it in the microwave to heat it up. For this, you are not afraid to be a little noisy. The guys could never scold you for taking care of Park Jimin, the little mochi boy. You bring the heated milk with you upstairs, finding his room with ease after having spent so much time in the house by now. He is sitting up against the headboard of his bed, waiting for you underneath the soft cover of his duvet. “Here you go,” you say calmly as you hand him the cup. His hands feel the warmth through the porcelain, and he licks his plump lips before taking a sip. “Ah, that’s good,” he says, and a smile of contentment rests on his face. “I’m really glad you moved in with us,” Jimin then states, looking at you with eyes that only hold love for you now. Not a flirtatious or romantic kind of love, but a friendly kind of love as you hold for him. As you do all the boys. Except one that pulls a bit differently at your heartstrings, playing them as the sweetest melodic sound. You almost want to barf at the cheesiness, but it is true. Damn you, Min Yoongi. “I knew you’d be,” you say with a cockiness that entertains him, causing his grin. “The other guys are too, you know,” he adds to his statement, knowing that they might have been a little harsh on you while you have been living here. He wants to assure you that you are not bothering them as they might make it seem at times. All seven of them have grown protective over you, and the vibe of the group just would not be the same if you left. You nod at his words while your eyes drop to your hands. You are a strong person, who does not really take shit from anybody, but you have still come to care about them a lot. Honestly, you have been second guessing your place here in this house a little, so it feels good to hear it coming from him. “None of us wants you to go anywhere. Especially, Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin states as he drinks from his milk. Your eyes meet his, and he sees the slight surprise on your face. Or might he even say relief? “Yoongi-hyung likes you, you know that, right?” Jimin asks with a sly smile and gleaming eyes. It is as if he has been dying to tell you this for weeks. And really, he has. Ever since Yoongi asked Jimin to back off with the sexual innuendoes and confessed that he was catching feelings for you, Jimin has struggled to keep his tongue from spilling. But it has been weeks now, and if anything is going to happen, it needs to be soon. Neither Yoongi nor you seem to be making a legit move on the other, so you must be in need of a push. Jimin does not mind causing a little trouble for that. “He likes me?” you ask, failing to hold back your smile at the news. “A lot,” Jimin confirms, smiling right back at you. Between Yoongi and you, you are most likely to do something about it anyways, since the boy would rather accept your friendship as it is than risk losing you over a one-sided love. Little does he know that his love is returned. “I just thought, you should know,” Jimin says before placing the empty cup on the nightstand and scooting further down to lie on his back. You pull the covers up under his chin, tucking him in. “Thank you, Timothy,” you say genuinely, and it causes him to laugh. He still has no idea why you call him that, but he has actually grown fond of it. It is a part of you now. “You’re welcome, Y/N,” he says back.

You have never felt so damn awkward in your entire life before. After Jimin told you about Yoongi’s feelings for you, you find yourself spiraling out of control every time that he is in the room. This morning, he asked you to pass the sugar, and you gave him the milk. Imagine the embarrassment. And afterward, he offered you the orange juice, which you of course accepted as the little ass-kisser that you suddenly are. But the truth is that you fucking hate orange juice. But guess who drank an entire glass anyway? Yup, that’s right. You. So much for being an independent woman. The worst part about today is that it is Sunday, which means that the boys will be home. Yoongi will be home all day. Luckily, he is the type to lock himself in his room as he works on different projects, but you still need something to distract your mind. So, in hopes of redirecting your stupid thoughts, you make yourself comfortable on the couch and find some fish-documentary on Netflix to watch. It starts off good since you have the living room to yourself, but suddenly, the 94s join you as they are drawn to the calm of the underwater theme. “Are there crabs in this one?” Namjoon asks as his eyes are glued to the screen of the TV. The boy has the weirdest obsession with crabs and has watched several of these episodes, but still cannot tell them apart. “Not in this one. I’ve watched this before,” Hoseok answers his friend. “I wrote Blue Side after this,” he adds, referring to the short but calming track he recently made. Namjoon nods at that. As if the TV is a porchlight, two other moths are drawn to the room. “What are you watching?” Taehyung asks at the sight of the blue waters. “Don’t you mean sea-ing?” Seokjin adds yet cannot hold back the burst of laughter that erupts from him. The dad-joke mostly entertains himself, but he seems to be fine with that. “It’s a fish-thing,” you state, and Taehyung nods understandingly, knowing exactly what you mean. For some reason. “Hey, I have a pair of pants like those,” Hoseok suddenly says, when his eyes land on Taehyung’s pants. Taehyung looks down to see which ones he is wearing today. After Seokjin finally gave up and washed his clothes, Taehyung has gotten all his pants back, so he does not really keep track anymore. Not that he ever really did, though, which is why he lost them all in the first place. “Ah, these? I bought these from Y/N a while back,” the younger one states, and the sound of your name catches your attention. You recognize the pants after a good glance and remember the day when you accidentally sold Taehyung a pair of pants. Correction - a pair of Hoseok’s pants, it was. “I’ve lost mine, I think,” Hoseok says back, and his brows furrow as he searches his mind for answers to his newfound questions. It has actually been a while since he saw them last. Or at least he thinks so, but really, Taehyung has been wearing them around the house for weeks. Fearing they will figure it out that you have been selling their stuff in secret, you decide to make a run for it. You do not actually run, though. That would look suspicious. “Umm… I think I’ll go paint my nails in Jungkook’s room,” you say as you rise up and rush out of the room, leaving the boys to themselves. They really have no idea what girls do, so they do not question your statement as they should.

After exiting the room, you practically run upstairs and knock at Jungkook’s door, which is actually a bit surprising. Usually, your approach would be to just burst inside without a care, but for some reason, you actually show a bit of respect. You must have gotten soft in your old age. “Yes?” Jungkook says through the door, and you open it up, entering his room. He is sitting by his desk, editing a video of his but turns to see you at his door. “What’s up?” he asks a bit strained when he notices that it is you. He seems to find it unexpected, and honestly, you cannot blame him for that. You are not exactly the most predictable type. “Not much,” you say casually, taking a seat on his bed. He turns further on his chair to keep his eyes on you at all times. You find it a bit awkward, so you look around his room, tapping your hands on your lap, but the boy keeps looking at you, watching you like a hawk. You meet his eyes again since he will not retract his gaze. It is as if he is expecting you to do something, and it irritates you. “Why are you looking at me like that!?” you spit in frustration, not liking his suspicion of you. The boy raises his brows and throws around his hands in defense. “What do you want!?” he says back with a slightly raised voice. Neither of you is hostile, yet you just simply are not used to hanging out like this, and it is weird. “I just want to spend time with you!” you shout at him, widening your eyes. “Okay!” he shouts back, and as the bickering halts for a moment, you both realize how loud you just were for no reason at all. “So…,” he then says, returning his vocal to its normal volume. “You want to… play a game or something?” Jungkook asks a bit awkwardly since he has no idea about what you want from him right now. At least he is trying, though. You consider the idea, humming a bit to yourself, and Jungkook takes it as a good sign. “Nah,” you then state unbothered, and Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief. “You are unbelievable,” he chuckles as he spins back around on his chair, returning to his video and giving up on you. Okay, you might not have actually wanted to spend time with him. You really just came here as an escape, and you think that he just busted you in that. Oh, well, you think to yourself, not taking it to heart. According to Jimin, Jungkook likes you anyway, so why not just be yourself. You try to make yourself busy, humming a melody and tapping on your knees. Honestly, you are already bored out of your mind, and Jungkook finds the noises disturbing. “Y/N,” he says as he turns back around once again, not being able to ignore your boredom. “Why don’t you just go to Yoongi’s room and hang out with him instead? You guys have more in common,” Jungkook suggests, knowing that it is what you truly want. You are just being a pussy right now, and Jungkook knows why. Jimin told him about the night that you talked, and he has noticed how your mood has changed after that. “He likes you, so just go to him,” the boy says, and you find yourself agreeing with him. It is stupid that you are avoiding him when you are just nervous. But to your defense, you do not get nervous that often, so it is a strange feeling to you. You do not like it, but honestly, you like Yoongi more, so you just have to kick yourself in the butt and get in there already. “Fine,” you sigh in defeat, acting as if it is not exactly what you wanted him to say, though it is. However, Jungkook does not need to know that. “Good,” Jungkook says, turning back and returning to his computer. You take it as your cue to leave, so you rise up and walk back out into the hallway. You make your way to Yoongi’s room and decides to ignore the nerves that prickle under your skin. Fuck it, you think to yourself. You open the door and step inside.

You do not know why it surprises you since it really should not at this time, but Yoongi is napping in his bed. It is a singular one, standing next to his desk against the left wall of the room. He lies beneath the covers, snoozing away at noon. Of course, the boy could not stay awake for more than a couple of hours before his bed called on him to return. You close the door silently as you look around the room, and it is just as it was the first day, you were here. It brings back memories. To be fair, you were a bit intoxicated at the time so the memories might be more a feeling than literal mental pictures, but you recognize the room. Not from all the other times that you have gone in to borrow something since you never really took time to study your surroundings then. You recognize it from when you first stumbled in and made yourself comfortable on his floor after stealing his pillow from under his head. You recognize the picture on the nightstand that you thought was of him and his boyfriend, but you found out later that it is his brother on there. His older brother that he loves, even if his words have not told you directly. You just know that he does. Looking at his sleeping figure, you notice his fluffy kitten-like cheeks, and it takes everything to not draw whiskers on there with a marker. He could look cute, though, embracing his true feline nature, you think. You sigh as you try to think of what to do. You are not ready to go downstairs again yet, and you also feel determined to finally get everything out in the open with Yoongi. If you leave now, you might not ever do it. Or you will probably trip yourself sometime in the future anyway, but it could take weeks. Now is the time. Deciding to wait for him to wake up, you sit yourself down on the chair by his desk. The black chair that spins. You should have known yourself better, but no. It does not take long before your bored mind finds fun in spinning around, and the chair creaks. A lot, which causes Yoongi to wake up. He grunts tiredly as he blinks his eyes open from sleep. You are too entertained with yourself to notice. Yoongi notices you, though, and looks over at you with furrowed brows. “What are you doing?” he asks gruffly. It makes you halt in your spinning movements, meeting his eyes with your widened ones. Busted. You look around the room again, but this time as a way to reel in answers that do not present themselves to you. “Uh,” you exhale. “Waiting for you, my friend,” you state, chuckling awkwardly. You scold yourself mentally for giving in to your nervous heart. However, Yoongi barely notices. He sits up and leans back against the pillows. “Why?” he asks calmly without judgment. He knows you by now. You surprise him still, but it is not that surprising that you do. He is used to your weird acts, so he does not question you anymore. “I want to do something with you,” you say, hoping to ease into it. Yoongi nods. “Can we sleep?” he suggests as he lies back down. “You just slept,” you laugh, finding it hilarious. “You just woke me up, I’m not done sleeping,” Yoongi states back as he adjusts his duvet. You guess, he might have a point there. “Well, sure,” you give in. You lean back against the backrest of the chair, tapping at your thighs again, not knowing what to do. “Are you coming then?” Yoongi asks, making you look over at him. He has scooted in against the wall, making room for you next to him. He holds up the covers, waiting for you to join. You nod at that and make your way towards him, climbing in beneath his duvet. He is close now, and you feel him against you as your frame fits with his. He puts his arm around your waist, pulling you in so close that you feel his breath against your skin. He is big-spooning you, so you do not notice the hint of a smile on his lips at the feeling of you beside him. There is an elephant in the room, and both of you know that. It is just a matter of time before one of you says something. “Yoongi?” you say softly, making him hum back in return. “Do you mind if I take off my pants?” you ask, and it makes him laugh. It is not what he was expecting you to say. “No, I don’t mind,” he says while grinning at your bluntness. You start struggling with your jeans, and it reminds him of your first night here, where you did exactly the same. After finally pulling them off, you decide to turn around and face him instead. He meets your eyes, and it is comfortable to lie beside each other like this. The softest boy alive and he is staring right back at you. It feels good. “Better?” he asks, and you smile. “Yes, much better,” you say and cuddle against him. He embraces you in his warmth, enjoying your closeness. You want to tell him, and you have no idea what is holding you back. Yoongi does not know what is going through your mind, so he simply closes his eyes to go back to sleep. You sigh at that, feeling frustrated that your words are failing you. You usually find it so easy to talk to him, but you guess, it is the pressure of what you are trying to say that holds you back. It feels out of character for you, and honestly, it is. But maybe you are going at it the wrong way, and it should not be the words that prove you. Maybe it should be your actions instead. Before you know it, you are leaning in and placing a quick kiss on his lips that catch both of you by surprise. Yoongi’s eyes open, and he watches you as his mind registers your lingering touch. You say nothing. You just watch him as the look in his eyes change. You see them fill up with pure adoration for you right before he decides to return the kiss. Leaning in above you, he cups your jaw before placing his lips firmly atop of yours. He towers above you, turning you on your back beneath him as he displays his love with his touch. You wrap your legs around his waist to embrace him. For a moment, he retracts and allows your breath to return, studying your face and meeting your eyes. “Are you okay with this?” he asks, and you do not hesitate before nodding in consent. “I’m very okay with this,” you smile, and he mirrors your expression before your grinning lips meet again. Actions really do speak louder than words.

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