Synopsis: Every New Year everyone forgets who he is or was. Yet he wins you over every single time.
This time… it’ll be different, he tells himself.
“Hey!”
He hears you greet every person at the door alongside your best friend who bows ninety degrees at each guest just like the gentleman he is. As he always was.
“Oh my goodness,” you gasp. “So nice to see you, Grace!”
He takes a deep breath, taking a step closer to the door.
“Seokjin,” you breathe out, giving the man a tender hug. “So glad to see you. Literally.”
He frowns at your interaction. Were the two of you always so close?
“Merry New Years Eve, sir,” you bow with a sweet smile. “Your wife is already inside with Felicia.”
“Of course she is,” the man grumbles, thanking you with a curt nod.
Finally, he reaches the front door, receiving a polite bow from your friend Jungkook and waiting for you to turn around to face him.
He holds in a breath as you turn around, eyes lighting up and a bright smile forming across your face.
“Joon,” you wrap your arms around his neck, giving a small peck on his cheek before you pull away.
“You look absolutely stunning, Y/N,” Namjoon says in awe as you bashfully look down at his tie.
“You clean up nicely as well,” you reply, pushing away the urge to oogle at him in a suit fit. “I’ll see you inside.”
Namjoon can’t hold in his grin, giving your waist a gentle squeeze before heading into the venue. Every year your company holds a New Years Eve party that you plan as the head secretary.
And every year, Namjoon reapplies for employment in order to casually bump into you and start a workplace romance.
Synopsis: Every New Year everyone forgets who he is or was. Yet he wins you over every single time.
This time… it’ll be different, he tells himself.
“Hey!”
He hears you greet every person at the door alongside your best friend who bows ninety degrees at each guest just like the gentleman he is. As he always was.
“Oh my goodness,” you gasp. “So nice to see you, Grace!”
He takes a deep breath, taking a step closer to the door.
“Seokjin,” you breathe out, giving the man a tender hug. “So glad to see you. Literally.”
He frowns at your interaction. Were the two of you always so close?
“Merry New Years Eve, sir,” you bow with a sweet smile. “Your wife is already inside with Felicia.”
“Of course she is,” the man grumbles, thanking you with a curt nod.
Finally, he reaches the front door, receiving a polite bow from your friend Jungkook and waiting for you to turn around to face him.
He holds in a breath as you turn around, eyes lighting up and a bright smile forming across your face.
“Joon,” you wrap your arms around his neck, giving a small peck on his cheek before you pull away.
“You look absolutely stunning, Y/N,” Namjoon says in awe as you bashfully look down at his tie.
“You clean up nicely as well,” you reply, pushing away the urge to oogle at him in a suit fit. “I’ll see you inside.”
Namjoon can’t hold in his grin, giving your waist a gentle squeeze before heading into the venue. Every year your company holds a New Years Eve party that you plan as the head secretary.
And every year, Namjoon reapplies for employment in order to casually bump into you and start a workplace romance.
➸ Synopsis: Alone on a Christmas Eve, you decide to leave your suffocating dorm once and for all. You didn’t expect to be offered a ride from the Kim Seokjin: the most handsome guy in your class at college and also the man you’ve been crushing on since last year.
➸ Synopsis: Seokjin had no problem of getting girls and also had no problem of getting rid of them. One girl after the next. So why was it that you - a middle-class citizen - were an exception? You - a middle-class citizen - made Seokjin question if he really did have it all. But one thing’s for sure. He didn’t have any of your chances.
Sleep For Smiles ♡
➸ Synopsis: After another tiring night shift, you go back home to find Seokjin doing the most to make you crack a smile. -OR- “Can i request a jin x reader fluff where reader is super grumpy and tired all the time and jin wants her to smile uwu”
Yoongi
Not Okay ☽ ✗
➸ Synopsis: Yoongi finds himself comforting a heartbroken Y/N after an unexpected encounter between her and her five-year crush, Park Jimin.
Drunk Over Holiday ♡ ✯
➸ Synopsis: Part of the KwritersWorld Holiday Prompts Event! Prompt: “Merry Christmas to all and to all-wait, not you, I don’t like you” - A marketing team holiday outing ends quite differently than what you had expected.
Hoseok
Nuntius Amoris Prologue | 1 | 2 | 2.5 | 3 ♡ ☽ (in process of being re-written)
➸ Synopsis: After a fatal car crash, Hoseok finds himself in a new body and surrounded by people who all seem to have some kind of trouble with love. Is he supposed to meddle in their lives or cope with this new environment until who knows when?
Lifting Hopes ♡ ☽
➸ Synopsis: Based on the btswritersguild December prompt: “I can’t believe I got stuck on a ski lift with you, of all people”. You and Hoseok had never gotten along. Maybe all it takes to become friends is to get stuck on a ski lift together.
Namjoon
drabble babble ☽
➸ Synopsis: You miss Namjoon.
Holiday Business ♡
➸ Synopsis: You and your fiance decide that it’s time to get down to business for this year’s holidays. Based on the btswritersguild holiday prompt: “I don’t care what my parents say, or your parents say. I’m not marrying you and I’m not putting on a show for the holidays.”
New Year, New Me ♡ ☽
➸ Synopsis: Every New Year everyone forgets who he is or was. Yet he wins you over every single time.
Jimin
Beauty and the Beast Prologue 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 (discontinued) ♡ ☽ ✗ ✯
➸ Synopsis: The cocky Prince Jimin is cursed into a beast and erased from all the citizens’ minds. It just so happens that he holds hostage of your brother who accidentally found out the prince’s private living quarters. And trust me when I say, you weren’t going down without a fight.
➸ Synopsis: Jimin knows that he’s only a best friend to you. It couldn’t be said any more clearly than you dating his own brother. But when his brother seemingly runs out of chances, Jimin wonders if he’ll now have his own.
Taehyung
Romantic Geeks ♡ ✯
➸ Synopsis: Band geeks are horrible with love. Taehyung for one, has never had a single girlfriend, unlike the football player that you always fangirl over. But maybe Taehyung can be just as romantic. Maybe… even more.
Sweet ♡
➸ Synopsis: The boy you admired from afar gets closer to you each and every day. The day you meet face-to-face, you realize he may be sweeter than the pastries behind the clear glass window at the dessert shop.
Aim & Shoot Your Shot ♡
➸ Synopsis: It do be Valentine’s Day.
Jungkook
Parties and Apples ♡ ✗
➸ Synopsis: An odd incident with the cute guy at the grocery store turns into something more when seeing him again, but this time, at your friend’s Christmas party.
The Singing Guardian 1 | 2 (on hiatus) ♡ ☽
➸ Synopsis: Your best friend is currently one of the hottest kpop idols that just so happens to have a bodyguard that obviously does not like you. Not. One. Bit. But it seems that fate has other plans for the two of you.
A Familiar Hero 1 | 2 ♡ ☽ ✯ ✓
➸ Synopsis: With the occasional poor excuse of a girl, your best friend never seems to have time for you anymore. But maybe it’s related to the ever-increasing number of crimes and the reappearing superhero wearing the tacky red and blue suit, flying around the tall skyscrapers of Seoul.
Synopsis: Every New Year everyone forgets who he is or was. Yet he wins you over every single time.
This time… it’ll be different, he tells himself.
“Hey!”
He hears you greet every person at the door alongside your best friend who bows ninety degrees at each guest just like the gentleman he is. As he always was.
“Oh my goodness,” you gasp. “So nice to see you, Grace!”
He takes a deep breath, taking a step closer to the door.
“Seokjin,” you breathe out, giving the man a tender hug. “So glad to see you. Literally.”
He frowns at your interaction. Were the two of you always so close?
“Merry New Years Eve, sir,” you bow with a sweet smile. “Your wife is already inside with Felicia.”
“Of course she is,” the man grumbles, thanking you with a curt nod.
Finally, he reaches the front door, receiving a polite bow from your friend Jungkook and waiting for you to turn around to face him.
He holds in a breath as you turn around, eyes lighting up and a bright smile forming across your face.
“Joon,” you wrap your arms around his neck, giving a small peck on his cheek before you pull away.
“You look absolutely stunning, Y/N,” Namjoon says in awe as you bashfully look down at his tie.
“You clean up nicely as well,” you reply, pushing away the urge to oogle at him in a suit fit. “I’ll see you inside.”
Namjoon can’t hold in his grin, giving your waist a gentle squeeze before heading into the venue. Every year your company holds a New Years Eve party that you plan as the head secretary.
And every year, Namjoon reapplies for employment in order to casually bump into you and start a workplace romance.
Five years ago was when Namjoon officially began to be erased from the entire world’s history. That first year, all Namjoon could apply for was the night shift janitor. The next year he got lucky and obtained a spot as a receptionist. The one after that he barely managed to get a part-time job as the lobby’s cafe barista. Then last year, the universe had put him right under your management as one of the assistant secretaries. Namjoon thought that this was it. It had worked out so perfectly you had to remember him now. But once again, January 1st, 12 am hit and Namjoon woke up sweating in his bed as if the entire year was yet another dream.
This year, Namjoon failed to get a job in the company. Every possible job in and around the building was taken as if now the world was telling him to give it up. Perhaps that was the answer to put an end to this weird loop. He had to give you up and start a new life that didn’t involve you.
But a few months back, you came walking in through the bar doors. With a deep sigh and a shrug of your coat, you had taken a seat right next to Namjoon. Your tight bun released to hang over your shoulders, mascara and eyeliner slightly smudged, lips chapped by the dry, fall wind, and the top buttons of your blouse pulled loose brought him right back into the palm of your hands.
Unable to let this insane coincidence pass by, Namjoon had immediately taken action, getting your number and taking you out on dates until once again, you were in love and Namjoon had fallen for you once more.
Namjoon hoped that this time would be different.
“Mr. Kim,” a velvety voice greets him. Namjoon turns around to meet eyes with the man who had given you a long, touchy hug (not what happened) at the entrance.
“Hyung,” Namjoon nods, shaking his head with a laugh at the way his friend had formally addressed him. Every year, every person forgets Namjoon but out of them all, Seokjin appeared to perceive some kind of familiarity by Namjoon. Halfway into the second year was when Seokjin appeared at the company. Every time Namjoon ran into Seokjin at the office after that, Seokjin stares and says, “Have we met before?”. And a friendship repeats.
“Can’t believe another year’s done and over,” Seokjin mutters as he swishes his drink and takes a big gulp.
Namjoon hums in agreement. How many more for him?
“Any New Year resolutions?”
Seokjin laughs. “Mine’s been the same ever since I came into the company.”
Become the marketing team’s team leader.
“And start a family,” Seokjin says. Namjoon stares bewildered. Seokjin had never shared that before.
“Too bad the right lady still has yet to show up in my life,” Seokjin gives Namjoon a knowing glance. “How do you do it?”
Namjoon lets out a short laugh and smiles. “I don’t do anything. Y/N’s the one who accepts me as I am and gives me a chance.”
Seokjin chuckles before throwing his head back and downing his shot. His eyes slightly linger at the warm lights above them, illuminating the room. Before Namjoon can ask if he’s okay, Seokjin gets pulled into a conversation by one of the higher-ups’ sons, Taehyung, another close friend of Seokjin’s.
Namjoon gives Seokjin a small wave as he apologizes and trots after Taehyung, probably with hopes of getting in a talk for a promotion.
“You come here often?”
Namjoon whips his head towards your voice and breaks out into a hearty laugh at the playful glint in your eye.
“Mmm… Once a year, I suppose,” he plays along.
“Oh? You trying to make this a regular thing now?” you laugh, grabbing yourself a drink.
Namjoon lets out a forced smile, never getting used to the disappointment he feels whenever he realizes that you really have no recollection of him in the past years.
“I mean,” he starts. “Why not?”
You pause in your movements, staring at Namjoon for a good second before turning away and taking a sip of your drink.
Namjoon hides his smile with a cough, knowing that you’re probably trying to hide your own out of your awkward shyness.
“Miss Y/N,” a gruff voice interrupts, making you whip around in surprise.
“O-Oh. Mr. Hemglo,” you greet, plastering on a smile that you save for business affairs. Namjoon takes this as a sign to leave, gesturing to you where he’s going to be. You give him a quick nod and an apologetic smile, quickly turning back to the displeased ambassador.
Namjoon looks around as everyone busily chats to one another, the live string quartet slowly starting their next piece. Namjoon lets out a sigh of relief once he spots one of the receptionists in the back corner munching on a few snacks alone.
“Hey Jenna,” Namjoon says, picking a chocolate-covered strawberry off the tray behind her and chomping half of it off.
“Mr. Joon,” Jenna says with a small smile. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
Jenna, known for being the slightly socially awkward but incredibly sweet twenty something youngin in the office, grabs another chocolate covered strawberry and hands it to Namjoon.
“Oh, thank you,” Namjoon laughs politely, slightly hesitating with the two chocolate strawberries in his hands.
“Hey um… I have something to ask you,” Jenna starts. Namjoon hums, signaling for her to go on.
“I was wondering-”
A high tone voice rings through the mic, cutting Jenna short. Namjoon doesn’t notice her disappointment and turns to the stage as the young CEO taps the mic a few times.
“Testing. 1 2 3. Test test ah ah,” he clears his throat. “Ladies and gentleman. May I have your attention.”
The room slowly dies down to complete silence.
“I would like to make a quick toast. Don’t want to take too much of everyone’s time on this merry day.”
A few people snicker, the words sounding foreign from the workaholic CEO always on the hustle.
“Shit. It’s time.”
Namjoon turns at the sudden curse from the usually quiet and innocent seeming receptionist who looks up at the light fixtures.
“Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you curse before,” Namjoon laughs, feeling somewhat refreshed by Jenna’s blunt words. “But um… What is it time for?”
She turns to him with a slight sadness in her eyes. He fidgets under her gaze as it seems to pierce through him, suddenly making him feel as if he were naked. Vulnerable.
The chairman’s voice fades out and the people’s chuckles turn to white noise.
“Jenna?”
She gulps, fists tightening around her bag strap. “Namjoon.”
More boisterous laughs around him. But all he can see is her. All he can hear is her voice. The rest of the world fades to nothing.
Then it dawns on him. “Y/N.”
You smile. “You remember each time.”
Namjoon stares. “Y/N.”
Then the memories flood in.
“Shit. Y/N!” he whisper shouts, wearily glancing around. “You have to get out of here.”
“Namjoon,” you stop him with a pained gaze, firmly stopping his frantic movements. “You know that this has to happen.”
“No,” he shakes his head, feeling a sense of panic taking over his usual cool demeanor. “Y/N. You can’t- Oof,” Namjoon grunts at your rough shove against his chest just as the chandelier above you snaps, plummeting to the ground. The glass shatters around your body as Namjoon watches in horror just four feet away. Shrill screams pierce through the room, more shattering glass as people abandon their cocktail glasses and fight their way out the door. Namjoon struggles to breathe, fumbling with his phone to call the ambulance. He stops, gasping at the puddle of blood trickling underneath his shoes.
His body is pushed around by the frantic guests, some keeping calm and dialing 911, some yelling at others to remain calm, and the rest screeching at one another. A rather harsh blow collides with his shoulder, making Namjoon fall to the ground. Tears well up in his eyes as he meets your own that seems to have already lost its light. He crawls over to you, in shock, the tears blinding his vision as he clutches onto your hand. Namjoon brings it up to his cheek, just as you had each year in the past.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was supposed to be him.
“No,” a cold voice says from behind him.
Namjoon winces and turns around to see the woman who he had mistaken for you the past month.
“Who are you?” he asks with a slight tremble of his voice.
A moment of sympathy flashes by the woman’s eyes but she remains firm in front of the broken man.
“I’m what you humans call the grim reaper. I messed up. Five times,” she sighs. “All because of you and your dumb love for this girl.”
“I… I don’t understand.”
She tilts her head and takes a step closer making Namjoon instinctively hold you tighter. “This is exactly what was supposed to happen five years ago. Y/N L/N was set to die by a hit-and-run but you, Kim Namjoon, saved her.”
Namjoon stills at the memories that had returned once he recognized you not as Jenna the receptionist but his first love, Y/N.
He had pushed you out of the way from a car running a red light. That was year one. The first year that set off this entire loop.
Year two. He was running towards you for a hug when a sudden gunshot echoed through the alley and into his back. A gang fight gone wrong.
Year three. His body shielded yours as the lobby cafe’s gas leak caused a massive explosion. You had suffered some burns but Namjoon had taken the impact.
Year four. He had taken the stab of a knife from your stalker.
And now. The final year. You had pushed him away from sacrificing himself once again to save you.
You had to die.
“Why…” Namjoon chokes. “Why did I only remember seconds before she died?”
The grim reaper bends down, feeling an unexpected amount of sympathy for the man in front of her. To be fair, she had never dealt with such a disruptive human for so many years.
“That’s when my power wears off,” she explains calmly. “I made you forget about Y/N every year, tried everything I could to steer your paths away from each other, even made you think I was Y/N this year, but a few seconds before she has her planned accidental death is when my powers wear off. But each time it does… for some reason, you’re already protecting her and taking the fall.”
Namjoon struggles to breathe properly, tears now continuously falling as he gently caresses your pale face.
“But Y/N became aware of her fate this year,” the grim reaper says with slight confusion. She isn’t quite sure how you were able to realize your own time to leave but is glad you finally put an end to this madness. “Thankfully, she took matters into her own hands.”
Namjoon turns around with a harsh glare at the woman who seems to lack all emotion. “Thankfully? The only person that I ever loved, that I ever saw a future with, that I was living in a loop for- for the past five years is dead in my arms! And you have the nerve to be glad that this happened!?”
“It’s my fucking job, human,” she says sharply. “If you weren’t so busy meddling with my task, you wouldn’t have been living in a loop for five years. You could’ve moved on with your life and have been at the top of the social ladder. You would’ve found a new lover and perhaps started a family just like you always wanted.”
“No,” Namjoon grimly laughs, the fierce anger in his eyes and shaking body making the grim reaper flinch. “I would live in a loop for the rest of my life if it means Y/N can live. You think I can move on from this moment? You think I can just become a financially successful man with a loving wife and a blessed family? The only family I ever wanted was Y/N. Whether we were rich or poor, whether we’re able to financially support children or not, whether she even wanted to be with me, it didn’t matter. As long as Y/N was alive and happy.”
“FUCK YOU. FUCK FATE. FUCK THE UNIVERSE,” Namjoon shouts, angry tears streaming down his cheeks as he bends over you, full sobs wracking his body.
The woman sighs, backing away as the paramedics finally arrive and struggle to separate Namjoon from your listless body.
The paramedics’ warning and attempts to calm Namjoon down go unheard as he relentlessly clutches onto your limp hand, wailing out your name as the helplessness weighs him down. There was absolutely nothing he could do.
The woman shakes her head as Namjoon is now being held back by the police as a white sheet covers your body and is pushed into the back of the ambulance. Crowds of people murmur and gasp at the scene.
“Ugh,” she groans. “First time seeing a dead corpse?”
“Yes. I’m pretty sure not all of them are like you.”
The woman turns to the ghostly image of you standing beside her, accepting and ready to depart from earth.
She shrugs. “That’s true. I’m far better than you mere mortals.”
“I um... thank you,” you smile at your grim reaper. Her brows raise just the slightest bit before she scoffs.
“I don’t recall doing anything worth your thanks.”
You lightly laugh at the tsundere like grim reaper. Once your own memories of Namjoon came back, you had met eyes with your grim reaper in your lobby when she had forgotten to adjust her visibility towards humans. Given her all black outfit but your ID around her neck, you had demanded to know who or what she was. That’s when you had agreed to help her finish her five year mission in order to let Namjoon finally have peace.
“He’s going to be okay, right?”
The two of you watch as the ambulance departs, leaving the crowd of people silently heading to their respective drivers and Namjoon standing where you had left him.
“That whole monologue you heard?” she laughs. “It’s bullshit. Give him a few years. He’s going to get over this whole thing and be just like those smiling politicians on news outlets and magazines.”
“He always did have incredible potential,” you grin fondly.
The grim reaper cringes and rolls her eyes. “The love you have absolutely disgusts me. Just shut up and follow along. This was five years overdue.”
You solemnly nod, trailing behind your grim reaper who has light steps, knowing her assignment was finally completed. You turn around, taking one last look at Namjoon who now sits emotionlessly at the spot where the ambulance was parked as Seokjin silently comforts him.
A soft smile graces your face as you feel assured by the grim reaper’s prophecy. Namjoon was going to be okay.
–
“So how about it, huh?”
“Go away, Jimin.”
“C’mon, Y/N. It’s been an eternity since our last date.”
You frown at the angel beside you who looks at you fondly. You can’t deny that he looked absolutely endearing at the moment.
“It wasn’t a date,” you hiss. “We were literally on the hunt for Yoo Saeri before Yumi tried to suck the literal soul out of her.”
Jimin shrugs. “We both know Yumi has a soft spot for you. She was the one who was assigned to your death. It really wasn’t an intense hunt.”
“And we both know Yumi would devour souls right in front of me anyway.”
Jimin hums in agreement, taking a step towards you with a playful smirk
“Fine. You have a point there. But... sounds like someone’s forgetting a crucial detail during our intense hunt.”
You ignore the blush creeping up your face as you fail to erase the memory of Jimin smacking a big fat kiss on your lips before flying off with Saeri to the safety of her house. And the fact that you had kissed back JUST FOR A SPLIT NANOSECOND.
“Please,” you huff. “It was just an instinctive reaction.”
“An instinctive reaction to a kiss isn’t a shove or a barf but a movement of your lips and tongue?”
You gasp in horror. “THERE WAS ABSOLUTELY NO TONGUE IN THAT. YOU SON OF THE DEV-”
Jimin drowns you out with a hysterical laugh and gives a poke at your cheeks. “You’re so cute, Y/N. You know that?”
You’re about to retort when a certain someone catches your eye. You immediately push past Jimin, flying over to peer into the sky-rise penthouse floor next to the Han river.
“Ah,” Jimin says with a slight bite to his tone. “The human lover boy always gets the girl.”
“Shut up, Jimin,” you roll your eyes. “You know it’s not like that.”
Jimin flies after you, offering a sense of comfort beside you as you watch Namjoon enter the room. He looks a bit disheveled, obviously from having yet another stressful business meeting with his difficult clients. He recklessly tosses his bag on the kitchen counter, loosening his tie and collapsing on his couch.
Just as a frown begins to etch onto your face, a smaller child comes running out from a room, beaming with pure joy. Namjoon immediately jumps up from the couch, meeting his son with a delightful grin of his own. Following behind the child is a beautiful woman who, as you can imagine, scolds Namjoon for placing his bag at the kitchen area when she tells him every day not to. Namjoon sends a mischievous wink at his son before playfully tackling his wife, the three erupting into boisterous laughter and giggles.
You stare at the scene with a bittersweet smile. A cold sensation against your cheek makes you flinch, turning to the presence next to you.
“You okay?” Jimin asks with concern, wiping away at a stray tear that had unknowingly slipped past your eyes.
You sniffle, quickly turning away and watching as the kid excitedly runs to the door, opening it to see his favorite uncle Seokjin.
You nod with a brief laugh and let out a deep breath. “Never been better.”
T_T oh my goodness. thank you for asking me anon :( so sweet.
I'm doing okay! I came back to my dorms a few days ago after spending Thanksgiving with family and friends back home.
I've been getting used to college and finally started hanging out with ppl/making actual friends. still trying to get a routine down but since I'm on the quarter system it's bound to change right after winter break X_X I'm getting ready for finals now and I'll be back home soon :')
I've also been writing here and there but never really being able to finish anything which bugs me aaaa. hopefully, I'll be able to spend some time getting my creative juices flowing again.
hello, i hope you are doing well. I recently came across your page and i read A Familiar Hero and i loveed it, your writing style is beautiful ❤❤
THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON T_T i love yall what the heckkk. A Familiar Hero is constantly getting notes over the years and it makes me feel so happy that people are enjoying what I wrote!!
ig just a smol update,, I'm actually not writing at the moment and just trying to get used to a new environment in college. once everything settles, I'll FOR SURE pick up writing.
again, thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to shoot me a msg and read a work of mine ;-; <33
ahh thank you so much anon ;-; this is so encouraging T_T i haven't written in a while but perhaps I will pick it back up soon! college has been hectic
Synopsis: Seokjin had no problem of getting girls and also had no problem of getting rid of them. One girl after the next. So why was it that you - a middle-class citizen - was an exception? You - a middle-class citizen - made Seokjin question if he really did have it all. But one thing’s for sure. He didn’t have any of your chances
“Ahhew,” Seokjin sighs making Jimin grimace at the air of whiskey blown against his face.
“Isn’t he heavy?” you ask, feeling quite sorry for your friend to be going through such unnecessary physical suffering.
Jimin shoots you a smile, boosting Seokjin up with a grunt. “It’s okay. I’m used to this.”
Synopsis: Seokjin had no problem of getting girls and also had no problem of getting rid of them. One girl after the next. So why was it that you - a middle-class citizen - was an exception? You - a middle-class citizen - made Seokjin question if he really did have it all. But one thing’s for sure. He didn’t have any of your chances
“Ahhew,” Seokjin sighs making Jimin grimace at the air of whiskey blown against his face.
“Isn’t he heavy?” you ask, feeling quite sorry for your friend to be going through such unnecessary physical suffering.
Jimin shoots you a smile, boosting Seokjin up with a grunt. “It’s okay. I’m used to this.”
Warnings: some cursing, mentions of fire and blood
Synopsis: With the occasional poor excuse of a girl, your best friend never seems to have time for you anymore. But maybe it’s related to the ever-increasing number of crimes and the reappearing superhero wearing the tacky red and blue suit, flying around the tall skyscrapers of Seoul.
im always so surprised at how so many ppl give this one so much love at least a few times a month T_T ty for the likes and replies even after a whole year has passed!!! <33
Synopsis: Seokjin had no problem of getting girls and also had no problem of getting rid of them. One girl after the next. So why was it that you - a middle-class citizen - was an exception? You - a middle-class citizen - made Seokjin question if he really did have it all. But one thing’s for sure. He didn’t have any of your chances
“Ahhew,” Seokjin sighs making Jimin grimace at the air of whiskey blown against his face.
“Isn’t he heavy?” you ask, feeling quite sorry for your friend to be going through such unnecessary physical suffering.
Jimin shoots you a smile, boosting Seokjin up with a grunt. “It’s okay. I’m used to this.”
He’s. . . used to this?
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“Why are you embarrassed? If anyone should be embarrassed, it’s Seokjin.”
You shrug but quickly perk up when Jimin’s words register in your head. “Seokjin?”
Jimin looks at you confused.
“Isn’t that the guy?” he asks.
Your eyes squint in confusion. “I… I never told you his name.”
Jimin’s eyes slightly widen before he nervously brushes it off. “Ah… Y-You didn’t? I’m sure you did, Y/N. How would I know if you didn’t?”
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Jimin parts his lips that were drawn into a firm line to make a remark about this physical toll just to tease you, only to find that you weren’t next to him.
Confused, Jimin looks over his shoulder to find you standing about two meters away from him.
“What are you doing?” he asks with another heave of Seokjin on his back.
You shoot Jimin a look that makes him flinch.
“Do you know Seokjin?” you ask bluntly.
Jimin takes in a shallow breath at the unexpected question, feeling thrown aback.
What was he supposed to do? Should he say the truth? That he was literally related to Seokjin? What would that mean for your years of friendship since college? Would you feel betrayed?
These were the constant questions Jimin debated over whenever it came to talking about his family to you. But now? Was he supposed to say everything now?
“I. . . Seok. . .We-”
“ArGHhh,” Seokjin suddenly groans, wriggling around and starting to straighten his back.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Jimin bends lower, trying to balance Seokjin on his back. You gasp as Seokjin’s body leans further and further back, almost on the verge of falling off.
“WOO!” Seokjin yells, arms shooting straight up towards the sky making Jimin shout in shock.
“Jin!” you scream, scrambling towards the two and quickly pushing Seokjin back onto Jimin.
“This hyung,” Jimin mutters under his breath as you huff out a breath in relief.
Seokjin opens his bleary eyes, hand coming up to rub the hazy feeling around his eyes and for the second time tonight, his eyes lock onto yours.
You stare back at him as his eyes slowly blink and the end of his lip tilts up into a small smile.
“Y/N,” he murmurs, chin digging into Jimin’s shoulder and making him wince. “I missed you.”
Your lips slightly part at Seokjin’s sudden confession and remain standing still, a forbidden thought going through your mind as well.
I missed you too.
“Eh?” Seokjin’s noise of surprise snaps you out of the wave of emotions running through you as Jimin starts speedily walking away.
“AEYYY!!” Seokjin yells, making both you and Jimin wince and flinch away at his booming voice. Seokjin suddenly pinches Jimin’s cheek and tugs, earning a yelp from Jimin as he slightly trips on the side of the street.
“Ow, ow, ow,” Jimin winces as you gasp and try to pull Seokjin’s hand away.
“Look who it irrrs,” Seokjin giggles. “Our cute leetle JJimeenee.”
Your hold on Seokjin’s arm loosens at his words while Jimin jerks his head out of Seokjin’s hold.
“Such a nice brudder,” Seokjin mumbles under his breath. “Leetle brudder.”
Jimin’s about to respond then pauses, eyes shifting to shoot you a nervous look.
You squint at Jimin, arms crossing over your chest as you continue walking a step behind him. “What did he just say?”
Jimin hoists Seokjin up over his back, realizing that he was beginning to slip down. “Y/N-”
“Little brother?” you interrupt and Jimin grimaces at how complicated this situation was becoming.
“Look,” Jimin sighs. “Let’s get Seokjin home first and I promise I’ll explain everything.”
Jimin begins walking towards a certain direction, leaving you to run after him.
“Do you even know where you’re going?” you say quite bitterly.
“His house is a few minutes away from here,” Jimin answers, once again, erupting more questions in your brain.
If Jimin and Seokjin were already aware of each other’s existence, that would clear up a whole lot of things. Jimin knowing Seokjin’s name despite you not telling anyone. Jimin’s reaction to Seokjin being at the bar. Jimin’s treatment towards Seokjin at this moment. Seokjin calling Jimin his little brother. And now. Jimin knew where Seokjin lived.
You sigh, a few steps behind Jimin and readjusting his office bag on your shoulder as Jimin struggles to keep Seokjin balanced.
Jimin makes sure to stay alert, making sure that you’re right behind him from the sound of your soft footsteps.
He wondered what you were thinking at that moment. Were you mad? Were you surprised? Maybe you don’t even care?
Jimin sighs, not sure of how he’s going to tell you everything and continues walking.
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The three of you finally arrive at Seokjin’s penthouse. You can’t help but gape at the fancy, marble elevator that heads straight up to Seokjin’s front door.
Jimin pants shallowly, his back feeling like it’s going to snap in half as his hands tremble while pressing in the passcode. With a beep and a click of a lock, Jimin whips open the door, flings off his shoes and hurries to Seokjin’s room.
You quietly close the door behind you, taking off your shoes and timidly walking into the main living area of the home as if you were going to make the whole house collapse if you stepped on a wrong tile. Jimin is already nowhere to be seen so you awkwardly shuffle past the stairs and the living room into the kitchen area.
The view of the entire city greets you, Seoul nightlights twinkling and cars glowing through the floor length windows.
You quietly shuffle over to the edge of the room, unable to take your eyes off the lights until your breath slightly fogs up the window. You momentarily forget where you were standing, in the middle of Seokjin’s penthouse kitchen, where Jimin huffs upstairs, practically dragging Seokjin around his room and throwing him onto the bed in exasperation. The confusion of Jimin and Seokjin’s relationship is briefly forgotten and a small smile of awe forms unto your lips. The last time you saw a view like this was way back in middle school. You still clearly remember that day as if it were yesterday.
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You sniffle, furiously wiping away at the snot that dribbles down to your upper lip. You groan, slightly disgusted by your uncontrollable sinuses and harshly breathe in, trying to get the snot up your nose and keep it stuffed there.
It was a few minutes past midnight and here you were. Standing in front of your cursed academy in tears.
“Your grades went down again.”
“I know.”
“Not even math. It went down in literature?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re going to be in the english department. You don’t possibly think you can get into SNU with these grades do you?”
The dam was finally broken.
You were able to get through the months of pressure from your parents but the moment your own tutor showed her gradual loss of hope in you, all the past emotions were brought back.
What was the point in trying so hard? If you aren’t number one, there’s nothing to expect from you.
You let out a shaky breath, clutching onto your backpack straps and walking up the hill located behind your massive academy building. This was your go-to location after a stressful day where the hill showed you the entire nightview of Seoul. The beady eyes of traffic, harsh white flashes in office buildings, and the warm glow of houses could be seen all at once from that particular spot on the hill.
Once you arrive, you hoist yourself up the stone wall, swinging your legs over to dangle off the bricks. You finally let out the breath that you had been holding. Your burdens are lifted as you stare off into the lights, each building housing an unique individual. You start forming stories for each silhouette you make out from the lights.
The house right under the hill is a family of five. Two parents, three kids. The two youngest are similar in age while the older is likely around your age in high school.
That sky-high office building? There must be a woman in there working overtime. She probably doesn’t like working all cooped up in her cubicle but she has no choice because she failed to discover her passions in life.
The bridge. Han river.
“Isn’t it pretty?”
“AHHHHHHHHHH!” you let out a piercing scream at the sudden comment made from behind you. Your flailing form causes your footing to slip against the rocks and you fall towards gravity as your scream escalates to a screech for help.
A firm grip is felt around your wrist and before your whole body plummets down to a bone-crushing mess, your arm is roughly pulled back and you fall backwards onto the grass with a harsh grunt.
“Are you okay!?” the voice from earlier asks alarmingly. You open your eyes from your grimace to see a lanky boy with full cheeks, striking eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses, and puffy lips fade in your view.
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“Y/N…. Y/N!?”
You blink, flinching back to see Jimin worriedly staring at you.
“What’re you thinking about?” he asks, turning towards the window to look at the night view. “Didn’t even hear me when I called you.”
You hum to yourself, pushing the lost boy from your memories into the back of your head.
"So-”
“I-”
The both of you look at each other and break out into small smiles.
“Please continue,” you offer Jimin to speak as he rolls his eyes at your playful tone.
“Seokjin. . .” he starts, making your eyes flicker towards his reflection in the window. “He’s my step brother.”
You fully turn towards Jimin with wide eyes. From their actions, you had expected they were at least friends but not related.
“My mom remarried about a year before our graduation. To Seokjin’s dad. I don’t know if Seokjin told you, but he’s from an extremely well-off family.”
You scoff. “That’s an understatement.”
Jimin snorts, remembering all the brands Seokjin hauls around the city. “I was supposed to be one of the heirs for their corporation. But you know me… I’m not meant for all that business stuff.”
You ignore the fact that you might not know Jimin as well as you thought you did. He did, in fact, hide the fact that he and Seokjin were step-siblings. “I don’t know, Jimin. I’m just wondering why you kept this from me.”
Jimin turns to you, an apology already at the tip of his tongue.
“Did you think I was going to ask you for money if I knew your mom remarried to the richest man in South Korea?” you say half-jokingly.
Jimin lets out a short laugh. “No. I just didn’t think it was that important to bring up. My dad. . . well Seokjin’s dad was pressuring me about taking over part of his inheritance during that time and I just didn’t want to identify as a Kim family son. I just want to be known as Park Jimin. A normal university student, at the time.”
You fully turn to Jimin, taking note of how tense he was getting. “Must’ve been stressful huh?”
Jimin shoots you a grin. “I guess so. About Seokjin, though. I never knew you would end up dating my step brother, that’s for sure.”
“How come you didn’t tell me about him when we were dating?”
“I guess... One of the reasons was because I thought it would make it awkward. especially considering...”
Jimin stops. He didn’t want to admit the fact that the feeling of his brother being better than him had stopped him from telling you everything. Seokjin was tall, handsome, popular, smart, and had his life all set out before him. He had a certain aura that led people to treat him with respect. In all those aspects, Jimin couldn’t help but feel lacking as a boy who’s only part of the Kim family by his mother marrying into them.
“Anyways, I never found the timing.”
You silently nod, quietly pondering on what to say. At least now you knew. “Are you still arguing about taking over the business with your father?”
“Time to time,” Jimin shrugs and a comfortable silence falls between the two of you.
“I understand,” you say after his prolonged silence. Jimin turns to you confused.
“You do?”
You give him a small smile. “Whatever it was, I understand. There must’ve been a real reason keeping you back from telling me. If I think about it, it’s really not a big deal. At least I know now that you guys are brothers before anything got worse.”
“I-”
“If anything,” you scoff, shooting him a playful glare. “I’m disappointed that I didn’t know shit about you for nearly ten years.”
Jimin frowns. “You do know shit about me. Just not about the Seokjin part.”
You laugh. “If you say so.”
Jimin nods, thankful that you were so understanding. “C’mon,” he says, just above a whisper. gesturing towards the door. “I’ll take you home.”
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A groan fills the large room, echoing off the broad walls and glass window. The sun shines brightly through the entire room, making a pair of eyes shut right back once they peek open after a restless night.
Seokjin heaves his body up against the headboard, clutching his head in pain.
“Fuck,” Seokjin mutters. “Of course I got drunk.”
Alcohol is always the enemy.
Rolling over his king sized bed and fluffy blankets, Seokjin grabs his phone on the marble nightstand and taps the screen a few times to check the time.
Too early to be awake, that’s for sure.
Seokjin shuffles in and out of the bathroom, emptying his bladder and hurrying down the stairs with hopes to make some hangover soup. He heads into the kitchen, noticing a pot already placed onto the stove and a used ladle near the sink. Confused, Seokjin peeks his head from behind the wall to see a bowl of hangover soup on the dining table.
That’s odd. He didn’t remember having a drinking buddy yesterday.
Seokjin shrugs, assuming one of his secretaries must have dropped him off home yesterday, and digs into the meal.
“Mm,” Seokjin hums, hungrily slurping the soup and chomping on some kimchi.
“How do you have an appetite right in the morning?”
Seokjin chokes at the sound of a voice in his usual empty home, wildly turning towards the sound to make eye contact with Jimin who was grimacing at the pebbles of rice littering the tabletop.
“I’m not cleaning that,” Jimin mutters, walking past the table to get a bottle of water from the fridge. Seokjin clear his throat a few more times and frantically gulps down some water.
“Did you bring me home last night?” Seokjin asks, quickly shoving in another spoonful of rice into his mouth.
Jimin’s hands freeze around the bottle cap before he turns around with a passive look. “You don’t remember?”
Seokjin shrugs. “Not much. I remember the bartender calling someone on my phone. I’m guessing that was you?”
Jimin hesitates, wondering whether he should tell Seokjin about you. He quickly pushes that thought out of his head. You and Seokjin were over as a couple anyway. The two of you wouldn’t have any purpose to meet up in the future so what was the point of mentioning your name to him?
“Did you make this?” Seokjin suddenly asks, unaware of Jimin’s internal debate. “This is quite decent for what you would cook.”
“I bought it,” Jimin responds with a forced smile and takes a seat across from Seokjin.
“Ah. Makes more sense,” Seokjin mutters and Jimin grits his teeth.
“Not everyone can cook like you,” Jimin scowls as Seokjin hums.
Jimin pulls over the can of cashews sitting at the end of the table along with the napkin rack and begins snacking on them in attempts to dissipate the tension in the room. “It’s from Aunt Sook’s Porridge shop.”
“I didn’t know she sold hangover-”
“Right?” Jimin chews, feeling himself begin to ramble as usual when he felt unnecessary tention. “I didn’t know either. I always ordered the pumpkin porridge without even looking at the menu for years. The taste always reminds me-”
A sudden vibration from Seokjin cuts Jimin’s sentence short. Seokjin grabs his phone with his left hand, continuing to dig in the bowl and side eyes the notification. Jimin glances over in curiosity when Seokjin lets out a confused grunt with wide eyes directed at his screen.
“Is something wrong?” Jimin asks hesitantly. “Something with the company?”
“Did I... meet Y/N yesterday?”
Jimin pauses, unable to decipher Seokjin’s expression. “Yeah. You… You actually called her instead of me.”
Seokjin sighs, tossing his phone off to the side. Jimin sneaks a peek at the still lit screen but looks away once he realizes it was far too long for him to quickly read off.
Y/N: I know you were drunk but I hope this doesn’t happen again. Would you do me a favor and delete my number from your phone? Thanks. I hope your hangover isn’t too bad.
“Sorry I didn’t tell you right off the bat,” Jimin frowns. “I didn’t think it was relevant. Did she uh... text you?”
Seokjin stands up from his seat and places the dirty dishes in the sink.
“What did she say?”
Seokjin turns around, shooting Jimin a glare. “Why must I report that to you?”
Jimin visibly tenses at Seokjin’s cold tone. “I was just asking out of-”
“Jimin,” Seokjin sighs. “I don’t want to say this every single time I get involved with Y/N so I’m saying it for the last time.”
Seokjin hesitates. “I really like Y/N still.”
Jimin freezes.
“I’m trying not to make mistakes in front of her. I don’t care what you do, but please. Keep the line clear. Whether you want to keep her as a friend or a woman.”
"I’m not crossing the line,” Jimin states. “You should know that.”
“Other than you and Y/N being coworkers and hanging out from time to time, what right do you have to be so concerned about what she and I message each other about?”
“What?” Jimin sets aside the jar of nuts and stands. “How is that-”
“You aren’t dating her. All you are is one of her close coworkers,” Seokjin says, walking past Jimin with a slight nudge to his shoulder. “That’s what I’m talking about when I say you should know your place.”
Jimin remains silent. Was he really getting more involved than he should?
“You should head out to work or whatever else you do instead of inheriting the company. I have to leave in thirty minutes,” Seokjin says, sauntering up the steps.
Jimin curls his fist, unable to block out the feeling of defeat that dwells upon him at Seokjin’s words. The slam of a bedroom door brings Jimin to the realization of his current state. He sighs, trudging over to the couch and gathering his belongings. Seokjin’s words echo in his mind. Jimin really wasn’t in any position to get too involved in between Seokjin and your relationship. He was, in fact, only a college friend. Nothing more. Nothing less.
