summary — life gets a little more complicated when your son befriends a kid whose father seems to hate your guts.
pairing — dad!yoongi x mom!reader
genre — angst, fluff
warning — there may be grammar mistakes, sometimes I unconsciously omit words
a.n. — hello, im back with a new story, hopefully this would be better. let me know if you want to be added to the tag list :)
thank you for reading xx
introduction: A and B | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen | sixteen | seventeen | eighteen | nineteen | twenty | twenty one | twenty two | twenty three | twenty four | twenty five | twenty six | twenty seven | twenty eight | twenty nine | thirty | thirty one | thirty two | thirty three | thirty four | thirty five | thirty six | thirty seven | thirty eight | thirty nine | forty | forty one | forty two (I) | forty two (II) | forty three (the end) | epilogue | extra.
Where Jungkook is a little brat taht came back from military and enventualy ends to be the bodyguard of a super famous popstar.
“There’s no way I can help see how special you are if you refuse to see yourself.”
↪ genre : idk really ↪ pairing : jungkook x reader // vmin ↪ warnings : may talk about depression
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His reply had left you dumbfounded. For a few seconds you weren’t able to move. You were frozen in your movements, not much inches away from his door. The red color still hadn’t gone completely. What did he meant when he talked about locking the door to protect myself from some... some monsters? It sounded to me like a joke, but his laugh at the end was everything but humorous.
Perhaps he was only a bit angry since you came by on a bad time. He wasn;t even dressed properly! Yeah, you thought, that was probably the reason for his behaviour. That’s why he tried to mess with you for a moment. Everyone knew that monsters didn’t exist, right?
“Yah!” A very deep voice scared you out of your wits. You couldn’t prevent a little scream comming out of your mouth. Slowly you looked up and saw a tall handsome man glaring back at you. He raised his eyebrow a little, but that was the only change in his expression. “Move,” he said without breaking eyecontact.
Almost immediately, your body obeyed at the tone of his order. You softly whispered an apologie for blocking his way tot he door. He smirked a little before kicking the door with his foot, to lazy to put down the three heavy-looking plastic bags he was carrying.
“Jimin-ah! Got those goddamn goods you asked for! Open up!” He kicked once again and didn’t payed any attention to you anymore. You saw this as a good opportunity to flee back into your own appartement. To see that Jimin-person fort he second time wouldn’t be the best for your nerves.
As quick as possible, you tucked your keys out of your pocket and tried to unlock your door. “No. Nononono,” you mumbled when your key gor stuck in the doorlock. Why did those things always happen at moments when you could use it the least?
“What did I tell you?” You suddenly heard nearby your ear. “Go now, while I still let you.” He banged with his fist on my door so that it jumped open. Without hesitation you went inside the safety of your own place. But before you could fell down on your couch to overthink everything you’ve experienced today, Jimin took ahold of your wrist.
“Don’t come out tonight. Stay inside until the sun has risen. That’s not a request as your neighbor, but an order as someone who wants you to be alive.” Having said that, he let go of your hand. You threw the door close and let yourself fell down against it. Muted voice reached you and you tried to focus on what they said.
“You know her?”
“No.” A long pause followed. “Yes. But just let it slide, Tae. I can’t cancel this meeting tonight. The boss and I aren’t on good terms already, I don’t want to make it any worser. He wouldn’t like it if he found out that she arrived earlier then we expected. And you. Keep your mouth shut!”
After that, you didn’t hear anything. Only silence and the sound of your breathing. You didn’t knew yet that this was only the beginning of the stairway to Hell.
Hi! We’ve reached 100 followers.Its maynot seem a lot but it’s a good start right? Anyways, i am working on “desperate” and on “The Game” I hope i can release something this week :)
Summary: The world has fallen down, people forced to go back to the country their ancestors lived, like your first love Jimin. It was only when your father disappeared from your sight, that you had nobody anymore. Will you be able to find your loved ones again? Or do you need to forget your own happiness and focus on the happiness of your folk?
Authors note: I’m proud on this one lol, hope y'all enjoy!
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'Dad run!' You yelled over do big and humid field.
You are running, stumbling and scared to fall. Sweat is dripping down your forehead and your breath is very uneven. It all suddenly happened so fast, too fast if you'd ask. You look behind you for a second time, your father still behind and trying to help others like a true leader, still on this field what was once called you own cozy home, which is now being burned down to the ground by other camps and folks.
Women with kids are running, screaming and crying for help, men running to help the weaker ones, but they were not able to bring everyone, that could never happen since your encampment is quite big, at least 200 people living their life in little tents.
Normally, around this time of the day, the sight would be looking seemly, almost appealing to your eyes. But still it was nothing compared to the earlier days, where people were living in ordinary boxy houses. It wasn't pleasant for the eyes, no, but it was secure between those thick walls.
Being secure, that hasn't been a matter for a long time already, somewhat over 10 years already. A lot has changed, countries and cultures turned their backs towards each other, only because one single thing that happened. It was like domino, the one land reacted on the other, racism became legal again and cultures moved towards their own.
That was only in a time spend of 5 years, the 2 years after that was even worse. Cultures began making their own little folks and broke apart, that also happened in your country. It all happened fast and you didn't had a lot of opportunities but than to follow your own leader, your father.
'DAD! QUICK THEY'RE COMING!' You yelled even louder, now becoming impatience and anxious. It's not the first time that your land has been invaded by different camps and your own camp was quite prepared for possible invasions. But this one was not just a normal camp, this is one of the more higher grounds, talking about the government of this unstable country. It's not fair, but you've learned to live with it. You've also learned that you need to do things on your own to survive, to make things on your own, because nobody is going to help you in this cruel world.
Your father isn't coming with you, you realize. This might be the last time you see your father, the last time you will see him being like the best leader you've ever witnessed. He is a man to lead his folk to a better place, caring and defending those who decide to follow him. It didn't take him long until people would follow him around 3 years ago. It took him only 2 months until he already had a group of 100 people and they were all true followers. He is an amazing person, someone one could learn from. He doesn't deserve to die, it's not fair. But then again, nothing is fair.
It's almost selfish to talk about your own misery when others have seen way worse things, you should be grateful. But how can you be greatfull as you see your own father, living the hardest life, trying but failing all in a few minutes. It's only when someone dragged you with him that you wake up from your own thoughts.
'(Y/n), we need to walk, now!' A older woman yelled as she dragged you with her to the jeeps. You try to struggle against her strong hold, wanting to take your father with you, for once saving him. He has always there for you, always protected you. You can't lose him, who are you without him? He has been the only confirmation of your existence. You would do anything for his safety. You would die for him, kill for him. But still you seem so weak against the grip of the older. What can you do? You're just 18 years old after all.
'FUCKING HELL ___, THE JEEBS ARE LEAVING.' The woman warns for the last time, now dragging you with her as you began to cry out loud, conflicted with what to do. You want to help him, take him with you, but you are too small against this world.
Your feet finally started moving towards the jeeps, heart pounding loudly into your ears. It didn't take you long until you were safely behind the walls of the jeep, still stressed looking around for any sign of your father, hoping he would still turn up.
Then the Motors started, no sign, not a single word of your father being hurt or sad. No good-byes. No I-Will-survive. Nothing. You have no security around you, everything is running around you with panic. You almost become dizzy as you now realize, you won't see your father ever again. These jeeps will take you to another place, hidden from any searching eyes. He will not know where it is, since the place will get decided the moment we see it. He won't be able to find it, you, his people.
But then suddenly, as you look in the distance, he comes running with a girl hanging over his shoulder. He is running so fast, knowing that the invaders are right behind him to shoot him to death. It's just a matter of location and time that he will get shot, but the chance is still pretty big. You know this will be his end, so you look away for a split second, scared that you will see his death right in front of your eyes. You try to cool yourself down, counting to 10, but you weren't even at 4 when the car started its way to an unknown land.
It's at that moments when you fix your gaze back on tour father who is now standing still, watching the jeeps making their way out of the battle field. He seems to look for something, desperately. You know it's you, so you open a window and waved at him, trying to get his attention as fast as possibly. He sees you and he calms down, nodding at you as he stoke his fist in the air as a symbol. It's the symbol of justice to all who want peace, it's the one your camp uses too. You returned the symbol, yelling a good bye before you were forced to sit back on your place. Your gaze stayed on your father, memorizing everything of him, his features, his flaws. You won’t see him, not for now and maybe never. But on that moment you had sworn to yourself that you are going to find him, if he was alive.
‘(y/n)! Come look here! This painting is so beautiful!’ You hear Jimin taunt at the other side of the great hall, wiggling from the one to the other leg out of excitement. You’d turned to look at the big smile, chubby cheeks and moony eyes. You have always loved museum, even when you were around the age of 7. It was always a party when the school would be on e trip and take you to new places to see. You could never hide the sprinkle in your eyes when you heard the news and shot up from happiness. Jimin, your best friend at the time, was like your brother from another mother. You had the same interests, same way of doing and being. You’d be proud to call him your friend.
You hop to him, smiling widely as you look at the immense big painting hanging on the wall. The painting presented a field, tents spread on it. It looked joyful to you, seeing the people on the field made you question why you didn’t live that life. You practically have already everything that you need, but why didn’t you look as happy like the people on the painting?
It was only a thought of a child, a thought that wasn’t important. You soon would realize it wasn’t important, being only 1 year older until you would fall into a big black hole of terror.
‘I WILL FIND YOU AGAIN, ___, I WILL NEVER STOP LOOKING UNTILL I FIND YOU.’
‘Isn’t it cool?’ Jimin sighs as he puts an arm around you, secure, making you giggle softly as you feel embarrassed. You’d hold your hands on your cheeks to hide the redness. He, Jimin, was your first real love. Even though it was just an innocent child’s love, it was still the only kind of romance you’ve ever felt and you treasured those feelings. You’ve never seen him after he disappeared along with his parents 2 years later. It hunted your dreams for many years. Where did they go? Will you ever be able to find him again? Because if you mis someone as much as you mis your father, it’s Jimin.
You’re now, looking at the same painting. You aren’t anywhere near the museum, it’s actually some great distance away, since you’re now in another country. It’s not on a phone, not a picture. No. It’s standing in the corner of your tent. It still allures you, the way this painting is painted. It’s like nothing is wrong, everything is okay, while in reality everything is so wrong. Now that you’re living the painting, you just want to fall back to your old lifestyle. You could say that it’s karma for wishing something that isn’t that great, but how can you blame a 7 year old? But still, you like the painting. It reminds you of good times, something that isn’t very major in your life.
‘Miss, you need to go right now.’
Your second hand suddenly ran inside your tent. You almost panic at the hasty words, thinking that there might be another invasion. The last one happened when your father disappeared out of your sight and nothing has occurred for the past 2 years. You’ve seemed to have chosen a good spot on this world as the new leader. It’s between mountains, in the shadow of two great hills. It was first too messy to be able to walk through the thick woods, but after 3 weeks of hard work, your people managed to make a living between the trees. It’s nice here, you can’t be seen here, so that’s why you were kinda confused to why your second hand came crashing in like that. An invasion wouldn’t be the issue for sure.
‘Calm down Jackson, talk slowly.’ You try to calm his breath and he eventually did. He always rushes through his words, since he sometimes just panics. He normally is a really cool and humorous guy, but when something seems to go wrong, all bells seems to go off inside his head. He is cute though, also since he the only asian guy inside the group. Though there were a lot of protests first from the people’s side, you still insisted on keeping him. It wasn’t because you pitied him, not at all. He had been wandering through the woods, wounded and scared when he found your camp, asking for help. Though your group stand for justice, they still don’t trust the outside world.
They brought him to your tent, saying he had intruded ‘our’ land and wanted to kill him. But when you heard he was from Korea, your ears suddenly perked up. Korea is one of the most rebellious country, resisting to the way the world has been managed. That meant that Koreans are the less most dangerous people, for you. You’ve tried a lot of things already, to get into their country, wanting to show your mercy to them. You want your people to be save and in a country like South-Korea, was the best way.
But, like your people, they didn’t trust you. That meant that you needed to win their trust over. It left you with a question, what is the best way on winning their trust? That’s how you came to this place, between mountains and close to Korea, waiting for an idea. It’s also the reason why you let Jackson in your camp, you may need him in the future, when the time is ripe.
‘Were you again looking at the painting?’ He asks, still panting but curious to why you always stare at the painting. He found you doing that a lot lately, after the moment when you found the painting. It was weird to him, since you’ve never showed interest towards other artworks. ‘Does it relax you in some way?’
‘Yeah, something like that.’ You shrug, now getting off the ground to get your stuff, packing your back for whatever is about to come. Though he is a bit clumsy and funny, he still is one of the closer people to you. He is a great friend and supporter, he will never leave your side. He reminds you of Jimin, the liveliness of them both are on the same hight. ‘So what’s up, Jackson?’
‘Oh! Yeah, sorry, my mind drifted off. So, we found a way to maybe enter South-Korea.’ He announced excitingly and you suddenly couldn’t do anything but to smile. It feels as such a relieve to you, finally being able to reach your goal. You’ve really tried anything, from learning Korean to telling them all the stories you’ve went trough, showing how great your hate for this system is. But nothing could crack them, they held there posture strict and in just a single heartbeat, you were outside again. So, even though you feel relieved, still something in the back of your mind says otherwise.
‘Are you sure that this will work?’ You ask, now turning around with your backpack hanging over your shoulder. He nods, smiling at you as he offers to take the heavy bag, but your refused. You’ve always refused, taking others help. You’ve learned that you need to become strong on your own. It’s the one thing you’ve missed during the time you grew up in this humble town. You're now stronger than you were 2 years ago, but improvement can never hurt.
'They actually came to us. They said that they now can see if you're lying or not.' He explains.
'So like a lie detector?'
He nods, somewhat happy that there finally might be an uppertunity for him to go back into his own country. He very much wanted to go back, it's his home land. But the country is surrounded by furious other camps who could be as rough as killer machine. It's terrifying and a lonely tresspaser wouldn't survive the inhuman rase. So that's why he decided to just walk the other way, to find something close to happiness. Then he saw your camp. To him, it looked peacefull. Childeren playing around, women laughing and chatting and the guys sharpening some nifes to protect their own. It's nice and something unfamiliar, never has a camp been this peacefull.
'And they're going to test me?' You cock an eyebrow, not really believing that they would let in a whole different camp, based on a simple machine, it's rare. They've been trying to keep others out for ages already, and now they think this is a good idea?
'Yeah of course, you're the leader of this folk, you're the one responsible. I will be by your side the whole time, to help you out with the language.'
You nod. You're going to do this, if there might be just one chance for you to get into that land, you will hold on to it as tightly as possible. You've been waiting for an opportunity for so long already, but now that it's finally here was somewhat weird. Also since the task is that easy.
You got out of your tent, Jackson following your steps as you walk towards one of the jeeps. The car is already waiting for you, a driver on his seat and looking quite familiar. As you approach the vehicle, you see a person you know very well. It's Marius, a very old friend and trustworthy follower of your father and now you. He was one of the most best men in your little defending system. He knew how to slit a throat, but he also knows how the games work. If it wasn't for you father, he would've been the leader of the camp. After your father disappeared, you had insisted for him to take the place, but he didn't want to take the title from you. You are the child of the leader, no one could have a mindset as close to your father than you.
'Hey! Are you driving?' You ask as a smile appeared on your face and he nodded with a small smile. It doesn't get better than this, believe me. When his wife died 3 years ago, he didn't shed one tear. He was dead silent, anger graving up into him and making him the man he is today. Closed to the world, silent. He could only make a poker face or a small smile. You thought that it must be from the shock from the things that happened in his life, so you let him be. He has his own problems, just like you have and you are not the one to have any input in his life.
'They are on the other side of the mountain, a helicopter there is ready for us.' Marius informs. You nod and walked around to get next to his seat, Jackson in the back. He immediately began the engine and drifted off, because you could never be too early when it's about these matters.
The ride towards the helicopter didn't took Marius very long, only 15 minutes went by to get there. You've actually never been to this side of the mountain. You actually never go beyond the boundaries of your land, knowing that it's far too dangerous for a 20 year old creeping around in the deep forest. Though you've learned how to defend yourself properly by the little fighters out of your camp, a woman is nothing against the big an powerful men. It's not sexism, it's logic.
'Are you okay?___'
Marius notices the way you anxiously look around. You focus your gaze to him, shaking your head as you feel yourself getting real scared. What if it's a trap? What if there is a whole army waiting right behind those trees. You can't seem to imagine that the Koreans just suddenly let you into their nation, not a single good reason being said.
'I'm with you, don't worry too much.' He lays his hand onto your knee, giving it a slight pinch in a comforting way. You let out a sigh, trying to get yourself calm, but you know that you will be far from relaxed for the next upcoming few hours.
You arrive at the field and to your surprise, the helicopter with a few soldiers were surrounding the vehicle. You didn’t thought that they could be there this quick and secondly, they don’t seem as if they’re willing to hurt you right now. They actually don't do anything, no greetings, no gentle nod. It gives you the chills as you thought back to all those other times you went to the foreign land. They were never once heartwarming to you, actually quite scary and unreadable.
Marius turned off the car as soon as you approached the helicopter and the three of you got out of the jeep. The cold air hit your face and suddenly the wind turned up a few stages. It's different than the field where you live, it's all a bit more lifeless. It suits the situation, cold and anticipation hanging in the air.
'Hello, you will be taking us right?' You ask and the soldier, where you'd focused on, nodded his head. He lead the three of you to the helicopter, making fast work on getting you buckled up and to fly off.
It's somewhat an experience, a helicopter. When the motor started and the vehicle began to get its feet off the ground, your heartbeat quickened. cold air now filled the air around you as well, combined of the sweet scent of the forest.
As you fly away, you can see a little bit from your field with your camp. Everyone is seemingly okay. You can see the children still running around as always and the older ones working on their own place. You’ve always admired that about your camp. It must be the way your father taught others to live, he did the same to you. He never forbid others to have fun, to make their own little living. It’s different from most camps, you’d soon realized after 6 years in the war. The most would train, learn and double that twice. It’s the opposite of your little folk and it didn’t bother you even a little bit. Of course, you have a few soldiers, 50 in total, but they are free to do what they want to. In your camp people really care for each other and that’s why the soldiers always trained at least 2 hours every day on their own, to protect their loved ones, which is practically the whole camp. Everyone knows each other, it’s like one big family.
You suddenly feel warmth creeping up your cold hand, making you look to your side, Jackson shows you a tender smile, before returning his gaze outside. He kept his hands into yours and soothed the temples with his tump. You smile to yourself as you look outside yourself too. He always seems to keep an eye on you when you were acting nervous. It’s good to have a friend like Jackson, somewhat refreshing from the different-aged men and women around the field.
It was a long flight, you decided. It was an interesting one though, seeing all different kinds of places and people walking right under your noses. It’s almost something unthinkable in the world where you’re living in, but you can’t stop getting interested in other cultures. It’s really a shame everything turned out so wrong, because now you could only see these people by looking through the save glasses of the helicopter.
‘We reached our destination, get ready to land.’ A voice rang through the headphones. You held onto Jackson’s hand with a little more power, adrenaline running through your veins. You could hear him hiss, but he kept your hand in his, never leaving your side any moment. It’s when you were finally save on the ground that you let go of his hand, seeing how it almost became blue.
‘Oh god sorry.’ You breathlessly laugh, trying to sooth his skin, but suddenly got pulled out of your seat. You almost began to struggle against the two taller man, an automatic reflection when you get dragged along. You try to find their faces, but the both of them kept a stern gaze forward, not bothering to spear you a glance and dragged you with them. You tried to find the ground with your feet and that eventually worked, trying to keep up with the pace of the two man. You glance behind you, trying to find the eyes of Jackson or Marius, but the both of them weren’t anywhere to be seen.
Then the anxiety kicked in again. You knew it. You knew that this was a trap. They just wanted to murder you at the end and you didn’t even got to say goodbye.
But then again, to who? There is no one to say goodbye to anymore. Not to your father, not to your mother, not to Jimin. The important people in your life aren’t here and it somehow made you feel empty. All this time you’ve tried to keep your folk happy, when at the end, you haven’t even found your own happiness.
The two man brought you into a big building, looking awfully much like a military base. The building looks somewhat impressive and scary. There aren’t any colors or any sign of playfulness on this building. It’s unlike you and knowing that this will be your death, makes you even more empty. It’s as if you failed life at this point. You couldn’t even make a good end onto your own life. You’d always hoped you would die with family, friends and loved ones, still keeping your heart warm. But now you were going to die at some big ass building with not a single feeling attached to it.
They walked you through the entrance of the building. You scanned the interior, seeming just as lifeless as the outside. Though now people were walking around, doctor's coats or soldier’s one-pieces. They all didn’t bother to look at you, as if nothing bad is about to happen. Maybe you were wrong, maybe nothing is going to happen. But then the force of their hold on you wouldn’t make any sense. It’s confusing, but any other choice right now isn’t anywhere in sight.
After they walked you down a few different hallways, you ended up in a wait-room. They forced you to sit down and then took a few steps back, just keeping an eye on you while also waiting for something. You’re not sure what, but your intellect tells you two things. One, you’re waiting to beheaded. Two: you’re actually going to do that test.
The wait took terribly long and you were struggling to keep your eyes open some of the times. Normally you would be wide-eyed, waiting for your turn, but it’s different when the wait is taking 5 hours. Your mind often drifts away from reality, thinking back to your father and mother, still happily living together. You thought about the long night-walks you had with your father from the age of 5 until 2 years ago. He never failed to take you out once in a weak, waking you up in the middle of the night to drag you out of your little comfortable bed. You’d walk outside, hand in hand and looking up into the sky. The stars always come out so beautiful and peaceful to you, unlike this boxy place.
‘___, you may come in now.’
The sudden voice pierced through the room, heart racing again. You stand up quickly, walking up to the man who is standing in the doorway, waiting for you to come in. The room on the other side of the walls wasn’t much better than any other room in the gigantic building. Plain, boring. There was a little table in the middle of the room, a machine placed on the middle of the wooden table and a guy sitting on the chair opposite of your side. It’s the lie-detector, you think while looking at the pads with strings attached to it, they’re no going to kill you. It’s a relieve, but now the worries of these questions sprinkled into your nerves.
‘Hello ___, please come and sit on the opposite seat.’
And so you did, not hesitating one bit. When you were seated, the guy began attaching all these stickers you noticed easier onto your head and pulse. It must look horrible, you think. Like some over-dramatic police series, detectives trying all kinds of ways to force the truth out some innocent person.
‘So now, we will just give you a few questions. This will take around 30 minutes. Good luck.’
It was a small introduction, but it got your nerves up to a perfect 100. You don’t know what to think, no security around you. You hate that, when nothing is secure, unsuspectable. You need something you can hold onto in this world, which was first your father, but now no one. In times like these you really could use a caring hand from him, to remind you of who you are and how strong you are as an individual. But now you need to take things on your own and you’re going to try your best, to save your people from the almost terroristic folks who can pull a trigger against your heat easily.
‘Who are you?’
‘___, 20 years old and the chief from my camp.’
‘Why do you want to join our nation?’
‘It’s for the safety for my people and justice for the reunion of all the cultures.’
It’s going well. You don’t stutter, you’re stayed calm. It’s as if, when you need yourself to be a real leader, your body fully transformates into something so greatly individual.
‘That was it, the 30 minutes are over. You’ll have to hear from us tomorrow if you will be selected to merge into our nation.’ He nods at you to go out, so you simply did, giving him a small smile out of politeness, though you didn’t receive any politeness back. I’ll get used to it, you think and hope.
Once you stood outside, you let out a loud sigh. Everything suddenly went so fast that you needed to blow off some steam, to relax yourself.
You look around you, looking for the guards who took you, but there were no signal of them anymore. That’s when you remember you heard a vague sound of an alarm, probably for the soldiers to gather. Whatever the reason was, it wasn’t too important, since you got kept in that room. You also didn’t see any other contributors walking around. You decided to just start walking, thinking that you will eventually find your way out.
Well, that was false hope, because the exit was no where in sight. This building is too big for its own good, you thought and kept walking around. Then you saw two big doors, light shining into the building from the other side of the doors, looking awfully much like an entrance or exit. You almost ran to the two doors and yanked them open, only to be met with a balcony. You sigh, shaking your head out of disappointment and you wanted to turn around, but then heard a voice reaching your ears, sounding awfully close.
‘Lost your way?’
You whimper as you turn around, seeing a guy’s back facing you in the corner of the balcony. The guy is the same length as you, hair black from what you could see and a black suit clothing his well-shaped body. He has a certain vibe around him, a vibe just born leaders wear. It’s appealing, almost, you yourself getting interested in this newfound person. How did you not notice him standing there in the first place?
‘Yeah, I am... Could you maybe help me?’ It was a stupid excuse, but you somehow just wanted to keep talking to this mysterious but familiar person. Normally you wouldn’t dare to bother any of these people, not yet wanting to make any faults in this building.
You hear him chuckle, nodding his head as he finally turned around, facing you.
And suddenly, the world slowed down. The blimp lips, the moony eyes. It can’t be him, right? You look into his eyes and he does the same. He seems to to the same thing as you, eyes widened and inspecting your features. He can’t believe that it’s you, he literally has been looking everywhere.It can’t be you, not in a million years. This world is too big for rare coincidences like these.
‘Jimin?’
Then his emotions went lose. It’s for sure now, it’s you. You seem to have the same reaction as him and it confirms the situation. It’s like finding your soulmate, seeing you standing there. He has dreamed about this moment too often , as if he was constantly wishing for it to happen, but it never did. Not, until today.
‘Jimin.’ You sigh, tears now forming in the corners of your eyes and you see the same reaction into his, now both really realizing you’ve found one another. The both of you made no time in getting closer to one another and hugging him tight against you, not planning on letting go any time soon. His scent flew into your nostrils and it smells so familiar, like the JImin from back in the days. You’ve missed him so much, you realize, even more than you already assumed.
‘Fuck ___, how in the world…’
He pushed you back slightly, trying to find your eyes. He smiles down at you, hand coming up to cup your cheek. He pushed his forehead against yours lovingly, showing you how much he missed you too.
‘I love you so much, I’ll never let you go after this. This fucked up system is never going to separate us again.’
A/N: So normally I would ask if y'all want another part, but idc anymore, I love to write this story a bit too much hehe :))
