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Internship Begets Rivalry

Chapter Fourteen: What's Left Behind

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: Romcom, Angst Word Count: 3,378 Summary: In a cutthroat music internship, competition turns complicated when you find yourself tangled in a constant, tension-fueled push and pull with your rival Min Yoongi. Masterlist | Chapter One

The ride back was suffocating.

Yoongi hadn’t said a word since we left the alley.

He’d always been quiet, sure, but this wasn’t his usual silence. This was something worse.

This was the kind of silence that waited.

That demanded.

That lingered between us like an open wound, raw and exposed.

I could feel the weight of his stare even though he kept his eyes forward, fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary.

My own pulse was erratic.

Because I knew what was coming.

I knew this silence wasn't going to last.

And I knew—when he finally spoke, it was going to ruin me.

His car pulled up in front of my building, but neither of us moved.

The engine hummed. The air between us crackled.

Then—“Get out.”

My heart dropped to my stomach.

I should’ve listened. Should’ve taken the out he’d given me.

But I didn’t.

I turned to face him. “Yoongi—”

His knuckles whitened around the wheel. “Get. Out.”

I swallowed hard. “Can we just—”

He exhaled sharply, finally looking at me.

And it was devastating.

The heat—the quiet affection, the teasing—it was gone.

All that was left was frustration. Exhaustion. Resignation.

“Either you tell me,” he said quietly, “or you leave.”

The air thinned.

My hands curled into fists against my lap. “It’s not that simple.” I whispered.

He clenched his jaw. “It is for me, Y/N.”

I flinched, but he wasn’t done.

“I fought for you tonight.” His voice is low, sharp. “If that doesn’t make you trust me then...”

I blinked rapidly, fighting back tears. “Yoon—,” my voice cracked.

He tilted his head slightly. “You know what that tells me?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

I just shook my head, refusing to accept whatever he was about to say.

His lips pressed into a thin line, brow furrowed. “You don’t want this… not the way I do.”

My chest ached.

Because that wasn’t true.

It’d never been true.

But how could I explain that I didn’t know how to let him in? That I’d spent so long keeping things buried, keeping people at arm’s length, that the thought of giving in—of letting him see me, the real—terrified me?

Through the tears I could only get out, “That’s not…please I–”

Yoongi exhaled harshly, cutting me off. “You can’t even say it. Everything in you always pulls away from me.”

And then—he got out of the car. I barely registered the movement before my door swung open.

He stood there, waiting.

A nonverbal ultimatum.

Get out. Face this. Or don’t.

I hesitated. And that was all it took.

His expression shifted.

And for the first time in weeks, he looked at me like I was nothing more than a stranger.

The final thread between us snapped.

“Fine.” His voice was eerily calm. “You don’t want to talk? I won’t ask again.”

Panic flooded my chest.

No. No, that’s not—

But I was frozen.

And before I could find the words, before I could stop him—

He walked away.

Didn’t look back.

Didn’t wait.

Just gone.

I sat there, staring at the empty space he left behind, with the crushing weight of realization settling over me.

I’d just lost him.

—

Yoongi didn’t text me.

Didn’t call.

Didn’t come back for his car.

He wouldn’t even look at me when I saw him on campus the next day.

I should’ve known this was coming. Should’ve known the second I hesitated last night that we were finished. But there never really was a we.

Knowing that didn’t make it hurt any less.

And it did hurt. Like hell.

Because I’d seen Yoongi irritated before. Seen him frustrated, exasperated, amused at my expense.

But I’d never seen him like this.

Treating me like I didn’t exist.

Like I was just another face in the crowd.

I tried not to let it affect me.

I focused on my work. I went to meetings. I acted like everything was fine.

But it wasn’t.

Because when I stepped into the studio that evening, ready to finalize the last of my edits, he was already there.

And for the first time since this internship started, he didn’t acknowledge me.

He didn’t crack a joke. Didn’t smirk. Didn’t say a single word.

Just kept working.

Like I wasn’t even there.

I swallowed hard, setting my bag down and opening my laptop.

The silence was unbearable.

More than that—it was calculated.

Yoongi knew exactly how to make me miserable.

Knew that if he argued with me, teased me, fought me—I’d push back. I’d give in.

But this?

This absence?

This was worse.

I stole a glance at him. He was staring at the screen, fingers moving effortlessly over the controls. His expression was unreadable.

I hesitated. “Yoongi…”

Nothing.

Not even a flicker of acknowledgment.

I exhaled slowly, gripping the edge of the chair. “You’re seriously going to ignore me?”

Silence.

My pulse spiked.

“Yoongi.”

Still nothing.

Frustration coiled in my chest.

“You’re being ridiculous.”

Finally—finally—he moved.

But not toward me.

Instead, he leaned forward, pressed a key on the console, and the track played through the speakers, effectively drowning out my voice.

I froze.

Because this wasn’t just ignoring me.

This was shutting me out completely.

And I hated it.

I pushed off my chair, crossing the room until I was standing beside him.

I didn’t care that I was interrupting his work.

I didn’t care that he didn't want to hear me.

Because I couldn’t—wouldn’t—let this be how we ended.

I reached for the controls and paused the track.

The silence was deafening.

Yoongi exhales through his nose, slow and even. “What do you want?”

His voice was cold. Detached.

I flinched. “You don’t have to do this.”

He tilted his head, finally—finally—looking at me.

And I wished he hadn’t.

Because his gaze was empty.

Like he’d already written me off.

“Do what?” he said flatly.

I swallowed, shrugging. “This. Acting like I don’t exist.”

Yoongi blinked. “I’m not acting.”

A hollow ache settled in my chest.

His voice was quieter when he spoke again. “You didn’t want to tell me? Fine. You don’t owe me anything.” He leans back, crossing his arms. “So don’t expect anything from me, either.”

Air stalled in my lungs.

Because I knew what he was saying.

He was done.

He was done waiting, done pushing, done caring.

And it was my fault.

I took a step back. “Yoongi—”

He exhales sharply, shaking his head.

Then he reached forward—pressed play again.

The music started up, drowning out anything else I could have said.

That time I didn’t stop it.

I just stood there.

Watching the person who used to push me, tease me, see me—turn into someone who didn’t care at all.

And for the first time, I realized—

I might have finally gotten what I thought I wanted.

And I hated it more than anything.

Day 1

I knew Yoongi was cold.

I just didn’t know how cold he could be.

The internship office was quieter than usual—not because people weren’t talking, but because Yoongi wasn't.

He sat at the end of the conference table, scrolling through his notes with an expression so hard it might as well have been carved from stone.

When Namjoon asked about the schedule, Yoongi barely looked up.

"Figure it out yourself."

The room shifted uncomfortably.

Hoseok tried to lighten the mood, nudging him with an easy grin. “Hyung, if you keep scaring everyone, no one’s gonna wanna work with you.”

Yoongi scoffed, shutting his laptop with a click. “Good.”

The silence that followed was thick.

Hoseok’s smile faded. Namjoon exchanged a glance with Jungkook. No one knew what to say.

And me?

I sat on the opposite end of the table, pretending like the air between us wasn’t suffocating me.

Like his voice didn’t sound different.

Like his words weren’t meant for me.

Day 2

People noticed.

They didn’t say it outright, but they felt it.

The way Yoongi’s friends hesitated before speaking around me. The way Krystal watched me with careful eyes. The way Hoseok pulled Jungkook aside before he could giddily greet me like he used to.

The shift was slow, but it was there.

I knew they didn’t mean to take sides.

But they did. They had to.

And I was alone.

Day 3 – Studio 3B

I shouldn’t  have been here.

But I didn’t know where else to go.

I stood outside the studio door, heart hammering, trying to think.

Trying to find a way to fix things.

Because I hated this.

Hated the distance. Hated the silence. Hated the way he was shutting me out like I never meant anything at all.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

Yoongi didn’t even flinch.

He was at the console, eyes locked on the screen editing, moving like he was on autopilot.

Like he could do this in his sleep.

Like nothing else in the world existed.

I hovered near the door, heartbeat tripping over itself.

I cleared my throat. “Yoongi.”

Nothing.

A dull ache bloomed in my chest. “I know you’re pissed—”

He exhaled sharply, standing abruptly.

“What do you want?” His voice was flat. Emotionless.

I swallowed hard. “Can we just—talk?”

He laughed. A short, humorless thing. “Now you want to talk?”

I winced. “Yoongi, come on. I—”

He shook his head, cutting me off. “No. You don’t. You want things to go back to normal.”

I recoiled. “Is that such a bad thing?”

Yoongi’s jaw clenched. “You don’t get it, do you?”

I took a step forward. “Then make me get it.” I begged.

He finally looked at me.

But it was not the look I wanted.

It was exhaustion. It was empty.

And for a second, I thought he would.

I thought he’d finally tell me what he was thinking, what he was feeling, what I’d done to push him this far away.

But instead—

He pushed his hair back, threw his hands up in exasperation. “What do you want me to say?” His voice was quiet, but the weight behind it was crushing.

I exhaled shakily. “I don’t know. Anything! That you’re not just going to shut me out like this.”

He scoffed. “Like what?”

I stepped forward, gripping the edge of the console. “Like I don’t exist.”

He sighed, rubbing his temple. “I’m busy, Y/N. I don’t have time for this. Go home.”

I shook my head, on the verge of breaking again. “Not until you talk to me.”

“I have nothing to say to you!” His voice didn’t rise, but the fury behind it was deafening.

It was flat. Final—told me everything I needed to know.

He stepped back.

Like he wasn’t even willing to put up with this fight anymore.

My chest splintered around a truth I didn’t want to face.

“Go home, Y/N.” His voice was quieter now. Exhausted.

I inhaled a shuddering breath. “Yoongi—”

But he just turned away. Back to his work. Back to his silence.

Back to anything but me.

And I realized—This wasn’t just distance.

This was erasure.

And I didn’t know how to come back from that.

Day 5

The silence followed me everywhere.

I heard it in the spaces Yoongi used to fill—the sarcastic remarks, the teasing, the quiet hum of approval when we had worked side by side.

I saw it in the way our friends hesitated before talking to me, like they don’t know whose side to take.

And I felt it. God, I felt it in my chest like something was caving in.

But the worst part?

It wasn’t just his silence.

It was mine, too.

Because I was tired.

Tired of trying. Tired of reaching out just to be met with a wall. Tired of pretending that my stomach didn’t sink every time I stepped into a room and saw him sitting there, perfectly fine without me.

So, after that night in the studio, I stopped trying.

I stopped waiting for him to acknowledge me.

I stopped hoping he’d look at me and see me again.

I didn’t have the energy for it anymore.

And I couldn’t blame anyone but myself.

Day 8

Amber nudged me in class, her brows furrowing. “You good?”

I blinked at her, startled. “Yeah. Why?”

She gestures vaguely. “You haven’t said anything in, like, a week. That’s not normal.”

Krystal chimed in from the other side. “You also didn’t react when the professor mispronounced Jungkook’s name five times in a row. You usually love roasting people for that.”

I forced a small smile. “Guess I’m just tired.”

Amber and Krystal exchanged a look.

Luna tilted her head. “Is this about Yoongi?”

I stiffened.

I should’ve lied. Should’ve brushed it off and said I didn’t care.

But I couldn’t force the words out.

That alone was enough of an answer.

Amber sighed. “Dude.”

Krystal frowned, reaching for my arm. “What happened?”

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

Amber scoffed. “Yeah, okay, and I’m the next CEO of BigHit.”

Luna leaned forward, voice softer. “Did you guys fight?”

I breathed slowly, carefully. “Something like that.”

They waited for me to elaborate.

I didn’t.

Because I didn’t know how to explain it.

How could I put into words that I had something—someone—and now he was just gone?

How could I tell them I had ruined it all over the course of one night?

So I didn’t say anything at all.

And eventually, they stopped asking.

Day 11

Namjoon and Hoseok walked past me in the hallway.

They didn’t stop.

They didn’t even look at me.

I don’t know why I expected them to.

Yoongi was their friend. Their loyalty was to him.

But it still stung.

I press my lips together and keep walking.

Day 14

We were all in the same room again.

It was the final round of internship meetings before our project presentations next week, and everyone was on edge.

But no one was worse than him.

Yoongi sat across the table, arms crossed, expression dark.

Every time someone spoke to him, his responses were clipped, impatient.

Even Hoseok barely avoided a crippling insult. Namjoon tensed when Yoongi dismissed another scheduling question.

The entire room felt like they were holding their breath.

And I knew exactly why.

Because Yoongi wasn’t just cold anymore.

He was angry.

And the whole department was on the receiving end of his wrath.

The tension got so bad that Professor Kang had to step in, cutting the meeting short before someone said something they couldn’t take back.

I lingered near the exit, watching Yoongi pack up his things, shoulders tight with frustration.

I should say something.

I should’ve walked over, told him to stop taking this out on everyone else.

But then he looked up.

Our eyes meet.

And for a split second, I thought I saw something crackle in his expression—something raw, something aching.

But then—he looked away.

And I knew.

I knew he wasn’t coming back from this.

Not unless I made him.

But I didn’t know if I could.

Not when I barely had the strength to hold myself together.

So I did nothing.

I watched him walk away.

Again.

Day 17

I didn’t recognize myself anymore.

I woke up exhausted. Went through the motions—never present, never feeling. I showed up where I needed to be, spoke only when necessary, and kept my head down.

I didn’t have the energy for anything else.

Not when the weight of everything was pressing down on me.

Not when I could still feel Yoongi’s absence like a phantom limb.

My friends noticed, but they stopped asking.

They tried to comfort me. Eventually they gave me space too.

Yoongi’s friends avoided me altogether.

And Yoongi?

He existed somewhere beyond my reach—close enough to see, but never close enough to touch.

Day 19

I was in the studio alone, staring blankly at my laptop screen.

I hadn’t made any real progress in hours.

I should’ve cared.

But I didn’t.

Not when the silence felt heavier than any unfinished project.

The door creaked open.

I didn’t look up.

Not until a voice—low, familiar, and entirely unwanted—filled the room.

“Didn’t expect to find you here alone.”

My stomach twisted, and for the first time in days, something sharp and hot pierced through the numbness.

I inhaled slowly, forcing my expression into something neutral before turning to face him.

“What do you want?”

Jae stepped inside, letting the door close behind him. He looked me over, head tilting slightly.

“You look like hell.”

I rolled my eyes. “And yet, I’d rather be there than here with you.”

His lips twitched. “Harsh.”

I didn’t respond.

I didn’t have the patience for whatever game he was trying to play.

Jae clicked his tongue, stepping closer. “So.” His eyes flashed with something knowing. Something dangerous. “How long are you going to keep pretending you don’t miss him?”

My lungs locked up, but I didn't let him see it.

I kept my voice steady. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He laughed. “Sure you don’t.”

I glared at him. “Why do you care?”

Jae shrugged. “I don’t.”

Then why did he look so fucking smug?

I exhaled sharply. “If you’re done wasting my time—”

“You know,” Jae interrupted, voice quieter, “I’ve seen this before.”

My spine straightened without thinking.

He leaned against the table, watching me carefully. “You shut people out. You let them chase you just long enough to think they have a chance—then you pull away.”

My heartbeat slammed against my ribs.

I forced a scoff. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jae hummed. “Maybe not.”

Then, he tilted his head, smirk fading.

“But I do know one thing.”

I crossed my arms. “And what’s that?”

Jae stepped closer, voice dropping lower.

“You can keep pretending all you want,” he murmurs. “But at the end of the day—you’re the one who always ruins it all.”

My stomach dropped.

Because for the first time since I had escaped Jae, I couldn’t tell if I was more angry at him.

Or at myself for believing him.

Day 22

Jae’s words lingered long after he was gone.

I told myself that those words didn’t matter. That he didn’t matter.

But the truth was—they did.

They sank into my bones, curled around my ribs, and stayed there, festering like an open wound I couldn’t reach.

Because he was right.

I had ruined everything.

I let Yoongi walk away.

And I didn’t know how to get him back.

Day 27

I didn’t go to the studio.

I didn’t go to class, either.

Hadn’t for a few days now.

I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself that none of this was as bad as it felt.

That I’d wake up tomorrow and this weight in my chest would be gone.

But it hadn’t yesterday. 

And it wouldn't tomorrow.

But the lie kept me breathing.

Day 30

Krystal forced me out of my apartment.

We sat in a café, and she watched me pick at my muffin like I was some kind of fragile animal that might bolt at any second.

She’d insisted on personally ensuring I ate every bite, considering I’d dropped about 15 lbs since…then.

Finally, she sighed.

“You don’t have to tell me,” she said, voice careful. “But if you don’t snap out of this soon, I’m going to start making terrible decisions for you.”

I blinked at her. “Like what?”

Krystal shrugged. “Like signing you up for a public poetry reading about heartbreak.”

I groaned, dropping my head onto the table. “Please don’t.”

“Then start acting like a functional human being.”

I exhaled slowly. “I’m trying.”

She softened slightly. “Try harder.”

I wanted to.

But I didn’t know how.

Day 33

I saw Yoongi.

It was in the hallway between classes, brief and unexpected.

For a split second, his gaze flickered to mine.

Hope fluttered in the pit of my stomach. And then—

He walked right past me.

Like I still meant nothing.

Something in my chest cracked.

But I didn't let it show.

Not here.

Not where people can see.

Instead, I did the only thing I could.

I turned and walked the other way.

Because if he was done pretending I existed—

Then maybe I should be, too.

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Masterlist | One | Thirteen | Fifteen

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3:25 PM- Hoseok

(A/N: for the anon requesting teaching hoba how to skate- or at least trying. Feedback is always appreciated, I hope you guys like this! I've missed you guys all week come talk to me •◡•)

It's official- you're broke.

Penniless, as poor as a church mouse, poverty-stricken.

You stared at your phone screen, your bank app only confirming the worst. It was time to start tutoring. This happened once in awhile, when your expenses outweighed the financial aid you received while you were in school. Normally, you were great at your finances, but last month your car broke down, and then you went to that concert, and then there was that night you got really high and ordered 5 sushi rolls- life was hectic.

Anyway whenever you ran out of money you were left with two options: sell your plasma or tutor dumb kids in your lectures. You had already hit your limit on the plasma thing, so tutoring it was.

That's how you found yourself sitting in at a table in the library, tapping the edge of your pen on the desk, waiting for a guy name Jung Hoseok to show up when he said he would. You yawned, wondering if you could still charge him for the time you've been waiting when he suddenly appeared, standing in front of you with a bright smile. You took in his appearance, expensive shoes, clothes with an obnoxious print that were clearly of a prestige brand, a backpack you were sure you had seen in a TV show last night.

"Sorry," He said sheepishly, scrambling into the seat in front of you, "Traffic."

"No problem," You shrugged, "There's a late fee though."

He nodded eagerly, accepting the extra charge without hesitation. So he was rich. You got to work, helping him through the concepts covered in the last two lectures and then worked through the homework together.

"How do you understand all of this? It's like another language to me," He grumbled, shifting closer to you.

You peered at him absentmindedly, noting the delicate slope of his nose and the way his ears wiggled a little when he frowned down at his page. You stifled a laugh, enjoying the slightly ditsy air about him.

"I dunno. It just clicks." You said, "Why are you taking Physics if you don't like it?"

"Dance majors are required to take 5 science credits and I already took the easy ones," He sighed. "What else are you good at, besides Physics?"

You blinked blankly, looking up at him. What else were you good at? Why was he asking? You were caught off guard by how close he had suddenly gotten to you, leaned almost completely over the table between the pair of you, eyes wide and trained on you. You tilted your head to the side, wondering if you've ever seen someone look so much like a puppy.

"I like cooking, I'm good at complaining- oh, I longboard on the weekends sometimes," You listed, counting off your hobbies on your fingers.

"I-sorry, I should've been more clear." He laughed awkwardly, leaning back in his seat, "I meant, what other subjects do you tutor? I might need help in my other classes."

You felt your cheeks flush and sucked in a sharp breath, realizing now you had misunderstood him entirely. How embarrassing. You should've just found a way to sell more plasma- shit, in this moment, you wished you had sold an organ rather than ending up in this situation.

"Oh." You said lamely, staring down at your paper intently, "Basically any science course I've taken, I can help."

"Cool," Hoseok smiled, "Good to know. Longboarding, huh?"

You cringed and heard Hoseok laugh. Thankfully, you two moved on quickly and by the time the session was over, he had already scheduled two more tutoring dates. Those went well too and now every Tuesday, you and Hoseok would meet at the library and get your work done together, whether or not he even needed tutoring. It was nice, you were friends. You were walking to the library a month later to do the same, holding two coffees in your hand.

You sipped on yours as you waited for Hoseok to come, nearly choking as he walked up with a huge box with a bow on it and an angry look on his face. You tilted your head, wondering why he looked so upset until he stomped up to you, letting out a puff of angry breath.

"I had lunch with my aunt," He spat out, the annoyed look on his face almost...cute.

"Nice, is your aunt a christmas elf?" You asked, handing him his coffee. He thanked you quietly and chugged a good portion of it, setting the large present on the ground.

"No, she just thought it was my birthday and got me a present and now you're gonna have to help me with it." He explained, crouching down by the box. He set his coffee on the ground next to it and ripped the bow off of it, tearing the box open.

"Your birthday isn't for another two weeks- wait, me help? Why me help?" You said in short staccato, your own expression now matching his frown.

He stopped, craning his neck up to look at you with a fond smile on his face, "You know when my birthday is?"

You blushed and nodded, looking around awkwardly, "Yeah, do you not know mine?"

"I do," He reciting yours back to you. "Of course I know it, we're compatible on all astrology levels except for intellectual."

"That's because you're kind of a himbo," You reasoned, feeling your heart thud in your chest. He knew your birthday, he had compared your astrology signs- is that why he asked what time you were born last week? He nagged you about it for hours until you texted your mom and asked.

"At least that means I'm sexy," he grinned, pulling an Odd Future x Santa Cruz skateboard you had only seen pictures of. You gasped, rushing to crouch down beside him to get a better look at it. You shoved your shoulder against Hoseok's, ignoring the snicker he let out watching you fawn over his new mode of transportation, completely ignoring him calling himself sexy. "You said once you longboarded for fun, wanna teach me how to skate?"

You nodded silently, eyes stuck on the board, "This shit is so sexy."

"Oh, so the board is sexy but what about me?" Hoseok mumbled, handing the board to you, once again being ignored by you.

If you were gonna do this- you were gonna do it right. You spent the rest of the day toting Hoseok and his credit card around, buying all of the things required of one when they were embarking on a skating journey- trucks, bearings, grip tape, you had him get it all. You were gonna make him get pads too, but he almost threw hands once he saw that the only options were a plain black pair or ones with paw patrol on them.

"I'll do anything you tell me to but I'm not fucking wearing something that ugly." He said adamantly, "I'd rather die that not be stylish."

"You're so prissy," You quipped, narrowing your eyes at him.

He shrugged and that was that. You found yourself at a skate park two days later, holding Hoseok's hands as he whined the entire time, complaining that he was going to die, that he wasn't cut out for this, that you could just take the damn board for yourself.

"This shit was expensive, you're gonna at least try," You insisted, forcing him to stay on the board.

"What if I fall off?" He whimpered, "I don't do well with blood."

"Good thing is, I do fine with it." You shrugged, "I'll take care of it."

"You'll kiss it better?" Hoseok said quietly, squeezing your hands slightly.

You said yes at once and then froze, realizing what he had said. Kiss... Your stomach fluttered and you felt your hands get clammy, wondering if you were being too obvious. Thus far, the crush you had formed on Hoseok was well concealed. But when his hands were in yours and he was talking about kissing- it really wasn't your fault you froze in the moment. Unfortunately, Hoseok didn't get the message to stop and jerked backwards, his board flying out from under him and his hands flying out of yours, sending him slamming back onto the concrete back first.

You gasped in surprise as Hoseok groaned in pain, withering on the ground pitifully, "What did I just say! I knew this shit was a bad idea." He yelled, eyes watering slightly.

You rolled your eyes and scrambled to help him, your brain fully off as you pulled the back of his shirt up to make sure he wasn't bleeding. He jumped slightly, not expecting the brash motion as you smoothed your hand over his skin, a large red mark blushing the tanned skin on his lower back. The defined muscles of his back felt good under your palm, he must be so built from dance. You brain wandered, imagining Hoseok completely shirtless before you realized what you were doing, which was caressing Hoseok.

Pulling your hands away sharply, you sat back on your heels, "You're fine. Stop being a baby."

Hoseok peered at you over his shoulder, looking at you with an expression you couldn't quite place, "You said you'd kiss it better." He said in a small voice.

You stuttered, looking up at him in surprise. Was he joking? He maintained eye contact with you for a moment before smiling slightly, breaking the air of tension between the two of you. You sighed in relief, floating back over to safer waters.

"No but seriously, that hurt like a bitch." He said, mouth pressing into a flat line.

"Oh, sorry- here, I'll help you up." You mumbled, rising up before pulling him up with you. "How about we just call it a day? Try again some other time."

"Or never," He shrugged, agreeing with your decision. "D-do you want to come over?"

You looked at him and nodded quietly, "Sure. I did say I'd take care of you if you fell."

"Would you keep rubbing my back?" He asked in an innocent tone, "I- um, I like- I'm trying not to be too needy but I like when you take care of me. I like when you hang out with me, and I like making you laugh and I like...I liked it, when your hands were rubbing my back. I liked it and I like you- I think."

You were caught off guard, trying to track his words, slow them down, count off the things he liked about you so you could run them through your head on a neverending loop. He liked you. Hoseok did.

"This wasn't supposed to be the way I told you that," He mumbled. "I was picturing like...maybe me in a cooler setting, not crippled and post-stumble."

"You're so dramatic," You breathed out, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him down towards you. You put your lips on his, sweet and tame- the way a first kiss between best friends usually was. His lips were soft and formed themselves nicely over yours, pushing back against yours eagerly. He cradled your head with his large hands, delicate fingers dragging a light touch, pulling stray hair framing your face behind your ears. You wrapped your arms around his waist, flattening your front on his, freezing when you heard him whimper against you.

You pulled away quickly, not wanting to hurt his back more, "Sorry. Got carried away."

"Don't apologize, I liked it," He assured, leaning in to kiss you again quickly. You kissed him back, not caring that you were standing in the middle of a skate park full of gross boys and little kids. He bent down to correct your height difference and cringed again, pulling away himself this time, "Okay, maybe let's do this after I get an ice pack."

"You got it," You grinned, picking up the skateboard so he didn't have to bend down for it. He took your hand in his silently and smiled down at you like a happy little puppy, swinging your intertwined fingers together.

"Are you gonna massage my back when we get to my place? What about kissing it better? Do you think you could also make me some tea, I think that would speed up my recovery time." He listed, already walking off towards the direction of the exit of the park.

You scoffed and shook your head in astonishment, letting go of his hand to slap his lower back lightly, "Don't get too pushy. What about me?"

"You're acting like I didn't notice you practically drooling over my damn back, rubbing all over it like you were tryna start something- I saw the look in your eye!" He argued, running away from you before you could hit him again. "You like me and my back too! It's mutually advantageous!"

You gasped and ran after him, ignoring that he was right- you like Hoseok. You like him a lot.

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[luxekook]

chapter one.

⇥ pairing: jungkook x reader; eventual bts/ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 2.3k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing, dirty talk, kissing, hickies, drinking, tatted jungkook, nipple piercings

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characters | prologue | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

Chapter One

Fall of Junior Year – 8:57am

I curse every single decision that has brought me to this very moment as I power-walk across campus, sweating under the already blistering sun. Campus in August could easily be compared to a swamp given the amount of unearthly humidity, and I'm pretty sure I currently qualified as the local swamp thing.

The only positive feature in my morning has been the table of free coffee and doughnuts staffed by Student Government. The first day of the fall semester always seems to be accompanied by frantically wide-eyed freshmen and celebratory freebies. However, air conditioning is the only thing I would be celebrating today as I finally reach Tyson Hall – the destination of my 9:00am class.

As I rush to my classroom with one minute to spare, I slump into a seat in the far corner – my preferred location for people-watching out of the large windows and for getting away with doing homework for other classes.

Familiar faces surround me, an unsurprising observation given that this is our mandatory research seminar as psychology majors. I notice my friend Jenni sitting in the opposite corner, eyes glued to her phone screen.

Opening my laptop, I shoot her a text to come sit with me. Her head whips up, black braids moving every which way as she immediately piles up her things and hustles over, “(y/n), I forgot you were in this seminar! I just switched over from quantitative research because I couldn’t take any more statistics – or Dr. Harding.”

Dr. Harding is the dean of the psychology department and has been teaching here for ages. Feared by most psychology students for his tough grading and intimidating persona, he’s actually a huge softie – something I discovered by going to his office hours and seeing all 85 pictures of his grandchildren hanging throughout the room.

“He’s not that bad, Jen.”

She scoffs, “You would say that because you got an A in statistics like some sort of wizard. Besides, Dr. Newman is so much nicer.”

Jenni has an excellent point. Dr. Newman is the main reason I chose this seminar. As one of the most respected researchers at our university, she’s known for her qualitative studies on gender across cultures. I consider Dr. Newman to be a real badass woman and I lowkey stan her.

I turn to reply, but Dr. Newman begins taking attendance and class begins.

Fifty minutes later, Jenni practically drags me out of the classroom, “I cannot believe she kept us the whole 50 minutes. Is she aware that it’s syllabus week? It’s practically law to just read over the syllabus and then dismiss class. This is outrageous– (y/n), are you even listening?”

“Hmm?” I totally had tuned her out, focusing on the number of students flooding the quad. I had missed this – the rush of students heading to class, the yells of people greeting each other from entirely too far away, the buzz of excitement over potential parties…

“Unbelievable. How did I forget you have this whole weird-ass feminist crush on her?” Jenni forges forth, “It doesn’t matter. What are you doing tonight? You’re going out with us, right? Luna and I want to go to Hannigan’s.”

Since the three of us had all turned 21 over the summer, we finally could legally go to the bars in town. Hannigan’s currently holds the top spot on the list of bars that most of the upperclassman frequent. It’s a popular Irish pub downtown known for its cheap beer and mixed drinks.

It’s also BTS’s unofficial hangout – a fact that makes me slightly uneasy. After learning who the higher-ups are in BTS, I have taken to avoiding them like the plague. It was a relatively easy thing to do since the spring semester tended to be less focused on rushing and recruiting for fraternities and sororities.

But now it’s rush season, and I’m pretty much fucked. There will be no avoiding seeing BTS’s president Kim Namjoon out recruiting with his vice president Min Yoongi and his social chair Jung Hoseok. There will also be no avoiding pledge master Taehyung leading around new BTS pledges like a mother duckling. And don’t even get me started on how Kim Seokjin, Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook will be popping up everywhere to advertise the latest BTS bash.

Sighing, I figure that the chances of actually bumping into them at the bar will be slim, given that it will most likely be super crowded and I can easily blend in.

I turn to Jenni as we keep walking towards our next classes, “Yeah, I’ll go to Hannigan’s. Are you going to come over to get ready at our place?”

Luna and I had moved into a cute little off-campus apartment over the summer. As it turned out, it’s cheaper to live off-campus than on-campus if you look hard enough. We also had it pretty good location-wise being just a few short blocks from both campus and downtown.

“Yes!” Jenni replies, slowing to a stop out front of the science building, “I’ll be over around 8 with tequila. I’ll text you later. I’ve got to go to neuro-psych lab now,” she rolls her eyes, “Hopefully we won’t be kept the whole time.”

Waving, we part ways, and I shake my head.

Tequila never leads to anything good.

Hannigan’s – 10:54pm

Fate seems to be on my side for once in my life. As soon as Luna, Jenni and I walk into Hannigan’s, my eyes are drawn to the back table where the BTS usually sits. It’s empty.

It’s practically an unspoken rule that no one else can sit there, and even though the bar is packed with all other tables accounted for, that one remains vacant – and for good reason.

Greek life essentially has a cult following around here. The Greeks provide status for those who are into that whole exclusivity thing. They also provide the best parties because of the size of their houses and because the university will never complain about one of their best sources of revenue.

I didn’t to rush a sorority way back in freshman year because I couldn’t feasibly afford it. The dues were way out of my price range, considering I was already paying for my education on my own. Luna, on the other hand, is in Epsilon Xi Delta (EXID) and consistently makes me and Jenni tag along to different Greek parties with her.

"Come on, bitches! Let's get some drinks," Jenni drags me and Luna through the packed room towards the bar that is already encircled by a crowd of thirsty students.

Tonight’s plan is simple – stick together, have fun, scope out cute seniors. Having already taken some shots before we left (saving that coin), we’re definitely feeling ourselves, flaunting our outfits like we didn’t spend a good hour picking them out earlier.

I had settled on a black t-shirt dress with a checkered flannel tied around the waist and some black Doc Martens. Luna and Jenni had tried to convince me to wear heels with them, but I knew syllabus week was a marathon – not a sprint. My feet would thank me later, and theirs would be crying.

As the bartender slides us our beers, the opening beats of Cocky AF by our badass queen Megan Thee Stallion blast through the speakers dispersed throughout the bar. Turning immediately to each other, we clink our beers together, take a sip, and head to the makeshift dance floor.

We squeeze and push our way through the masses until we reach a spot towards the back where the crowd has thinned out a little more. Within seconds, we’re in motion, hips swaying in time to Megan saying ‘bitch, I look good and you know that’.

Shaking out my hair, I get in the zone and lose count of how many songs we dance to. Eventually, our beers empty and Luna turns to me, “Another?" She accompanies her shouted question with an unnecessary charade of shot-gunning a beer in case I couldn’t hear her. I roll my eyes, laughing while I nod in response.

“Save our spot!” Jenni yells and disappears into the crowd of dancers with Luna towards the bar.

I continue dancing on my own. Swaying my hips, I decide to put my hair up to try to cool off a little in the sweltering bar. The music shifts into a new song, this one slower, more seductive, a favorite of mine – Lost in the Fire featuring The Weeknd.

As Abel’s angelic voice flows over me, a pair of hands slide over my hips from behind me. I start to pull away, but then I notice – the hands are tattooed. And for some reason, that hot little fact makes me relax into the large body behind me.

Those tattooed hands tug me back even more, bringing me flush against him as he falls into time with my movements. God, this guy can dance – a rarity these days.

His body is all hard muscle and heated skin. His mouth is hot against my neck, alternating between kissing, sucking, and biting. My skin buzzes. Fuck, I haven’t felt this way since–

Turning my head slightly, I can make out the vague outline him and it confirms my sinking suspicion... He’s a BTS boy.

"Hey, noona," he murmurs in my ear, his lips brushing over it as he speaks.

Fuck my life, I think as I shiver involuntarily in response. Spinning to face one of Satan’s henchmen, I toss my ponytail over my shoulder and jut a hip out in both defiance and defense. But really nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Jeon fucking Jungkook, the golden boy of BTS.

He somehow looks like he’s gotten even bigger since the last I saw him playing pong against Taehyung at that party – information that I cannot even comprehend. His left arm is completely tattooed, along with a few smaller ones dotting his hands. I glare at them, blaming those hands for throwing me off.

“Like them?” Jungkook waves his fingers in front of my narrowed eyes, “I got them this summer.” Smirking lazily, Jungkook makes his own perusal of me – taking extra time along the way.

His jaw flexes as his eyes turn molten, “You’re killing me, noona. Tae didn’t mention…” He trails off, swallowing hard.

I follow his gaze. Oh fuck. I had forgotten I decided to forego a regular bra tonight because I wanted to show off my piercings. Just having a thin bralette under my dress, my pierced nipples are definitely noticeable under Jungkook’s heavy stare.

Refusing to give into him, I square my shoulders, “Yeah, I got them this summer, too. But, I don’t see how that’s either your or Taehyung’s business.”

At my words, Jungkook rips his eyes away from my tits to finally meet my own eyes again, “Oh, but it really is our business. Tae said we’d like you and I agree.”

His voice is low and rough, and I swear I can feel it washing over my body, making all of my synapses fire in response.

“We?” I choked out. In full panic mode, I spin and try to leave, but I barely make it a foot away before getting stopped by a now-familiar tattooed hand wrapped around my wrist.

Luckily, a crashing sound echoes from the back table where the other BTS boys must be, and Jungkook lets out a string of curses, “Fucking hell, listen I have to go make sure no one’s hurt, or Joon will kill me. Stay here, okay? I’m not done with you, (y/n).”

His hand rushes up to the nape of my neck, pulling me into him. Our lips fuse together in a brutally hot kiss, his tongue slipping against my bottom lip for a fraction of a second.

And then he’s gone – disappearing rapidly through the fray to manage whatever trouble his frat has gotten into.

I stand there, shaking fingers on my lips wondering what the actual fuck just happened.

“Hey, sorry we took so long! This bitch cut in front of us and I swear she ordered for the entire fucking population of North America—”

Luna smacks Jenni’s arm, cutting her off, “You okay, (y/n)?” Luna peers closer at me, “Holy shit, is that a hickey?  We were only gone for 10 minutes!”

My hand flies to my neck as both Jenni and Luna grab me, dragging me to the slightly quieter back alley of the bar. As they conduct the second Spanish Inquisition, I spill the details on what happened.

After a moment of silence following my explanation, they both start talking at once:

→ Jenni: “Hell yes, girl, go off! Jeon Jungkook is fine as fuck…” → Luna: “(y/f/n) (y/m/n) (y/l/n), have you lost your damn mind…”

→ Jenni: “…I’d hit that in a heartbeat. I’m so proud!” → Luna: “…Do you not remember last semester? Are you high? Oh my GOD, did he drug you?!”

“Stop!” I slap a hand over each of their mouths, “Jesus, Mary and Joseph, you guys are impossible. I am not ‘hitting’ anything, and, no, he did not fucking drug me.”

Sighing, I continue, “It was a lapse in judgement, okay? I remember last semester more than anyone, but he’s just so powerful and I don’t seem to have any common sense around BTS.”

I take my hands away from their mouths and immediately Jenni asks, “Wait, what happened last semester?”

Luna slings an arm around my shoulder, “Come on, let’s go get pizza and a six-pack from Ralph’s. We can go out another night this week.”

“Take-out from Ralph’s?” Jenni’s eyes widen comically, “This must be major tea. Let’s go.”

Instinctively, we clink our beers together for the second time that night and chug the remainder of our bottles in true broke bitch fashion (never leave paid-for beer behind).

With that, we trek back through the door and out of the bar. We finish our night filling in Jenni with our less than savory experience with the infamous BTS fraternity last semester.

But, as I lay in bed for the night, I can’t help but wonder if Jungkook had looked for me that night after I left… Or if he told Taehyung...

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Prank Wars - ch. 1

> pairing | jungkook x reader

> word count | 2.9k

> genre | college!au, fluff, smut

> warnings | just some good old swearing for now

> synopsis | College can be a stressful time in anyone's life as it is, why don't we throw a little prank war in the mix to make it harder?

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> A/N | Hey everyone! This is the first fic I'm posting on this Tumblr, please be kind with your words but make sure to let me know what you think! This is a multi chapter fic I'm cross posting at ao3, search me there as 'restlessxsleeper'. English is not my first language, I'm sorry for the eventual spelling mistake, please let me know if you find any! I'll add trigger warnings at the beginning of every part, because even though we start funny and soft it takes a turn at some point, so please be sure to read those at the beginning of each chapter.

Chapter 1 - New Beginnings 

If you ever encountered another box in your lifetime you would be capable of murder, you thought to yourself, unloading the last of your belongings onto the bed.

“All good here, y/n?” Your brother checked from the door, peeking his head inside your room.

“Yeah Joonie, I’m all set” you still had a lot of unpacking and organizing to do, but for now you could set your brother free.

“Okay good, I still have to pick up Jin hyung from the train station so I’ll get going, call me later?” He was already halfway to the door and you knew.

“Yeah yeah, just go” you waved him off without looking back.

You heard the door closing behind him and then there was one. You knew your brothers were all just a few minutes away now, much closer then they used to be, but it felt weird knowing that this place you were standing in is now your entire home. The dorms weren’t nearly as bad as Jin and Tae made them out to be. You had to share a room, yes, something different that you never had to do before - being the only girl amongst your siblings you always had the privilege of having a room to yourself. But the dorm also had a small living room and something close to a kitchen. And the bathroom was clean, although you doubted a normal sized human-being could fit in that bathtub.

Your roommate’s side was already decorated. She had pink floral bedsheets and fairy lights hanging all around her stuff. You were sure she was one of those cute petite girls with big dreams and high hopes. She was nowhere to be seen though, you had been here for almost an hour now and still had to meet her. But that’s okay, you enjoyed being by yourself and you didn’t mind the peace and quiet to unpack at your own pace, so you just got right into work.

A couple hours flew by and you had just finished stuffing the last of the empty plastic boxes under your bed when you heard her coming. She was nothing you had imagined. Dark long hair and shiny eyes, yes, but taller than you, and skinnier, for sure. She had tight black skinny jeans and a pretty red shirt on, and although she was dressed simple, the way she stood made her look as if she just walked out of a fashion show. But as soon as she noticed you, her whole demeanor changed.

“Oh hey! I nearly didn’t see you, you must be y/n, right?” She was all smiles looking at your small figure barely showing from behind the bed.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, hope I didn’t scare you" you finally got up from your hiding spot to confirm that yup, she was definitely taller.

“No you’re alright” she took a step closer with open arms and you allowed yourself to be hugged by a complete stranger “I’m so excited to finally meet you! I’m Alice, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you” you managed to respond through the mane of hair around you and gave a small nudge to her waist to get out of her embrace.

“Oh I’m sorry! Did that made you uncomfortable? I’m a hugger, my friends keep telling me to take it easy but I just never do” She politely took a step back and seemed genuinely concerned about your feelings about that small act of affection.

“It's cool, I’m just not really used to it, I have three older brothers, we spend more time hitting each other than hugging" Alice took a sit on her bed and you did the same on yours, reading her motion to keep talking. “They all go here, well… not all of them, one just graduated actually, but he still lives close by, it’s a family thing I guess.”

“Oh who are them? I might know them or something, I’ve been here for a while and, as I’m sure you just saw, I’m a bit too social for my own good” she kicked her shoes off and made herself more comfortable, and again you mimicked her actions.

“Well the older one is Jin. Seokjin, actually, but I can’t remember the last time someone called him by his full name” you smiled, remembering that the only person he would let actually use his birth given name was your mother. “Then there’s Namjoon and Taehyung, they live together off campus with a couple of their friends” by the time you finished talking Alice had the biggest smile on her face.

“I can’t believe you’re the baby Kim they talk about so much!” At your confused expression, she continued “I’m really close friends with your brothers, my boyfriend introduced me to them last year and they had been a pain in my ass ever since! I don’t remember seeing you at Jin’s graduation though.”

“That’s so weird” you laughed, surprised at how small the world actually was. Or maybe your brothers, contrary to you, were just very social. “I was living abroad when he graduated, actually, and I was coming to surprise him but my flight got delayed and I missed the whole thing, he still gives me hell about it.”

“I can imagine” Alice laughed as well, swinging her body up again and standing by your bed now “I was actually just passing by the dorms to grab a coat and was heading to the boy’s house, you should come, it will be so nice to finally have another girl there” she extended her hand to you “We'll be the best of friends, I can already feel it” at that you grabbed her hand and reciprocated her warm smile.

You were not very sociable, and throughout all your life your closest friends have always been your brother’s friends, you wouldn’t bother changing that now, and it was good to have a girl by your side.

“Yeah sure, can I just take a shower first?”

Namjoon actually texted inviting you to come over when you were already on your way to his place in Alice’s car, so you never bothered answering, assuming you’d just show up in a few minutes anyway.

“I just have to pick my boyfriend up, if that’s alright?” You nodded, not really having any right to oppose, seeing as you were in her car anyway.

“Should I jump to the backseat?” You moved to unbuckle your seatbelt but her hand stopped you.

“It’s alright, really, I texted him before we left and I bet he won’t even look up from his phone when he gets in the car. Plus, you have a better music taste then him and I need you to keep changing songs” the compliment made you feel good and you relaxed in you seat, waiting for the boyfriend to show up.

A couple minutes later the door opened, just as you were looking for the next tune, and a handsome man took his place in the backseat. He had hair darker then Alice’s and although a little intimidating, he wasn’t tall or muscular, just had a certain aura around him. And just like the girl beside you predicted, he didn’t look away from his phone for a second.

“Y/n, this is Yoongi, Yoongi this is baby Kim” at his girlfriend’s voice he finally looked up, a confused look on his face.

“Baby Kim?” His voice was low and controlled, and he had the smallest pout searching for Alice’s eyes through the rearview mirror.

“She’s Joon’s younger sister” she started the car again and as soon as it left the driveway his attention was already gone.

“Oh, cool. Hi.” You assumed he addressed it at you, but his focus was entirely on the small device in his hand again.

“Don’t mind him, he’s just always working this days, I can’t believe I managed to get him out of his apartment today and- Hey! I love that song!” And just like that her attention was gone too. You could see why they worked.

Yoongi actually had the key to the apartment so you just walked right through the entrance of the building and up the elevators, only bothering to make yourselves known when you were already at the front door, ringing the doorbell. Not even you had the keys to your brother’s apartment, so they must be pretty close with this Yoongi guy. Just how much have you lost in the year you spent away? Before you could finish your thoughts, the door opened to review Jimin smiling warmly at the three of you. His expression changed quickly though, when he realized it wasn’t just his friends at the door but also little old you.

“Y/n-ah!” He opened his arms to welcome you “I missed you! Tae didn’t mention you were coming tonight!” You reciprocated the hug gladly.

Jimin is one of your oldest friends as well. He was Taehyung’s best friend since your brother could barely walk, and you all grew up together. With him constantly at your place, it was difficult to not see him as one of your own. He swung with you in his arms left and right before releasing you again.

“Yeah, Joon invited me actually, I just didn’t respond” you admit, passing your fingers through your hair to get it in place.

Yoongi and Alice just walked straight ahead and made themselves comfortable in the living room sofa. Namjoon’s and Taehyung’s place was much nicer than the dorms, that's for sure. It was way bigger as well, even if there were four people living here. You’ve been around a few times before with your mother, but it was clear that the boys made an effort then, seeing as how the place was kind of a mess now. Not dirty or anything, it just had a lot of stuff around. It was a four bedroom apartment, two of those bedrooms being suites. It had a spacious living room with large comfortable couches and a TV that was way too big for the table it was on. There was also a small table that was clearly moved to the side and not used much, and then there was a kitchen, only separated by a counter from the rest of the place. And your favorite part of the place: a large balcony filled with plants and pots and all things green that Namjoon kept.

“Y/n?” You were so caught up looking around that you didn’t realize your brother had left his room to see who arrived.

“Hey Tae, I can see that the getting-your-life-together thing was just an act for mom, uh?” You teased, pointing at the pile of clothing that was clearly his laying in one of the chairs around the small table beside you.

“I didn’t know you were coming today” ignoring the provocation completely, he walked past you into the kitchen “any of you guys want anything?”

“A beer, please, and do you have soda for Yoongi?” Alice turned from her place to see his response and as soon as Tae raised her the can of coke she smiled happily and returned her attention to whatever her boyfriend was showing her on his phone.

“Namjoon hyung should be right back, he went to buy more beer with Hoseok” Taehyung offered you a bottle of beer as well and went to sit on the sofa beside Yoongi. At that, Jimin, who was still by your side, nudged you to follow him and sit as well.

The conversation started flowing and you soon explained that you were actually rooming with Alice. To that, Taehyung offered his condolences to your new girl friend and earned himself a good old smack on the neck from you. Yoongi didn’t talk much, but whenever he opened his mouth it was to roast one of the other younger boys, and for that you were already very much a fan of him. Alice seemed at ease and both Jimin and Tae called her 'noona', showing how much they really cared for her. You were still a little bit shy, not knowing how to behave being around so many people your age again, seeing as you had spent the last year of your life mostly with really nice old ladies, volunteering at an organization in Dublin, but the change of pace seemed nice, and you were excited for the college experience, specially if it meant having friends like these around.

The door opened again a while later to reveal Namjoon, Hoseok and Jin carrying multiple bags of groceries, mostly filled with booze, you guessed. They didn’t notice you there at first, but as soon as Jin did, you were instantly smashed by the weight of him on top of you.

“Y/n-nie I missed you so much” he squeezed your head in a suffocating way.

“You saw me a week ago, please, I can’t breathe” you struggled and he released you from his deathly grip.

“That’s too much time to be away from my baby sister” he stated matter of factly and went back to the kitchen to help Hoseok, while you, once again, tried to tame the mess he made on your hair.

“I wasn’t sure you were coming” Namjoon took his place beside you, handing you another bottle of beer when he noticed yours was empty.

“I was already on my way here when you texted, my roommate is Alice” you clinked bottles with him as you have done many times before and took a sip, while he scanned the room to find Alice already smiling reassuringly back at him.

“Well, that’s a coincidence” Hoseok took his sit on the floor in front of you and smiled. He had helped you unload your boxes earlier with Namjoon and you were already so very fond of his heart shaped smile.

The night went by quickly, with you getting adjusted to the new dynamics. You learned that Hoseok and Jimin were both dance majors, and that’s how the four of them ended up living together. You also learned that Yoongi was a music major and worked at the campus’ official radio station, so you'd better get used to hearing his voice through the speakers wherever you were. Alice was a psychology major and, although you already knew your brother’s study fields, it was different hearing Tae complain about his art history professor in such colorful words that he obviously kept from your mother, and Joon candidly reciting books by heart at the most random times, you could only hope to take literature as serious as he did. Jin made you all dinner, but of course you all had to promise to swing by his cafe the next morning before classes start to repay him. Finally, you learned that there was still a piece missing, some dude called Jungkook that was apparently the same age as you, but a year ahead in college, seeing as you took a gap year. He was still moving in and that’s why he never came, but if he was half as cool as the people around you, you’d be just fine.

The next morning you woke up with time to spare. Alice was already up and showered when you left your room, witch you appreciated, as you now had the bathroom all to yourself. You washed your hair and got dressed in the outfit you had planned almost a week prior. As you were applying a bit of make up, Alice entered the room and gave you a cup of coffee she had just made, and you were a thousand times happier with the roommate you were assigned. Both of you grabbed your stuff and headed out the door to pass by Jin’s coffee shop for a nice morning treat as promised.

It was a short walk but it still took you a while to finally enter the place, as it was packed with anxious young adults heading to their first day of classes. As soon as Jin spotted you both, though, he pointed at a couple of free seats he saved for you at the counter and made a motion with his hands asking you to wait a second for him. You had had your coffee already, so when Jin brought two plates of toast you were amazed at how well your brother could read your mind. 

“Jin oppa, can you get me a couple of muffins, I’ll drop them at the studio on my way to class” Alice asked nicely when Jin finally caught a break and he promptly found the two prettiest blueberry muffins for her to take “I’ll get going so I can feed Yoongi one of these, see you later, Y/n! Thanks again Jin!” Blowing a kiss at the both of you, Alice went on her way.

You took a look at your phone and realized you had fifteen minutes to get to class, more than enough time, sure, but you still wanted to get there early and find yourself a good seat, as Namjoon had told you creative writing was one of the hardest to get a good place. You waved your brother goodbye and just as you were leaving, it happened:

Out of nowhere, this tall dude ran into you as if you were nothing, spilling the dark coffee he was carrying all over you. He cursed -not at you, he didn’t even look at you-, and just kept walking, no apologies, no looking back. He just left. Your white shirt and your pants were ruined and you definitely didn’t have time to go back to the dorms and change. Facing the facts, you would spend your first day of college with stained clothes, but you swore to yourself that you would find out who that boy was and, when you did, you would make him pay.

> A/N | It's simple and cliché, I know, but give it a chance, I promise it gets better! Have a nice day, wherever and whoever you are :)

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[smolkooks]

just a little - j. jungkook

pairing: dancer!jeon jungkook x dancer!y/n

word count: 4.1k

soulmate au, college au, dancers au, mild enemies to lovers au

warnings: none, just fluff :)

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine, Lucy, don’t even worry about it,” You said into the phone, before hanging up and falling onto your bed tiredly.

You started to strip out of the fancy, pretty dark blue dress you’d gotten yourself dressed in, and then began wiping off the eyeshadow you’d spent so long doing. Your best friend Lucy had just cancelled on you—to go out with her soulmate—and even though you knew that it was okay, and you’d told her as much, it still hurt just a bit.

You’d gotten just a tiny bit excited to go to that party with her, but…

Just a tiny bit.

But you were fine.

***

At the sight of the lovesick couple a few steps down from you down the chip aisle, kissing right in front of the rack that held your favourite potato chips, you sighed and quickly turned away, feeling incredibly awkward.

Based on the golden, glowing symbols on their wrists, you concluded that they were soulmates.

Upon realising that you’d been lying on the bed for more than an hour, thinking about nothing in particular and just wallowing in self-pity, you decided to actually put on some clothes—a grey hoodie and sweatpants, throwing your hair into a loose bun—and went to the supermarket to treat yourself to some chips.

It was said that soulmates meant everything.

You had always been told about how life-changing finding yours would be, and how deeply in love you would be with them.

Usually it would be the adults who would tell it to the children, and you found it rather ironic, because what they said sounded more like what a child would say—as if it had come from the fairytale they had read the night before.

Soulmates. The idea made you want to scoff.

You had never met yours. You might never meet them, and you really didn’t care.

Perhaps you were just meant to be alone, contrary to the moon-shaped marking on your wrist that you’d been born with—not that you minded. Life had been just fine for you so far, anyway.

The moon-shaped marking was just something everyone had. Maybe it would never glow, and you were fine with that.

You are fine with that, you assured yourself, shaking your head, pointedly trying to keep your eyes off of the in-love couple, as you attempted to examine the rest of the aisle for other options, from a distance.

It was said that the universe would decide when the moon-shaped marking started to glow gold—the final reveal sign. A gold glow meant that it was the right time; from the stories you’d heard, the universe alwaysmanaged to find a way to make the gold appear at just the rightmoment to reveal your soulmate. It usually wasn’t right after meeting—somehow, it only glowed when the time was right.

You heaved another sigh, turning away from your favourite chip aisle, having decided to sacrifice your chips for just one day, seeing as the couple had not left.

It had been a good five minutes, and they were still kissing. Didn’t it get boring, to do that for so long, in a grocery store, no less?

As you grabbed some other brand of chips from the clearance shelf (not as good as what you’d wanted, but it wasn’t worth interrupting that couple, regardless of how delicious they were) and headed to the checkouts.

Instinctively you headed to the self-checkouts, wanting to avoid as much social interaction as possible, particularly at this late—almost morning—hour of the night.

When you reached to grab your chips, the moon on your hand seemed to be taunting you—and you wanted nothing more than to scrub it off, even if you knew that you physically couldn’t.

The frustration suddenly built up—from what, you weren’t sure. You blamed it on the fact that you hadn’t been able to get your favourite chips, even though deep inside you knew it was more than that.

“Stupid,” You muttered, slamming the moon mark—and your wrist—against the check-out screen, harder than you’d intended, ending up squatted on the floor, clutching your wrist.

You were lucky that you had chosen the self-checkouts, otherwise that would have been far more embarrassing than it already was.

When you got home and switched on the lights to your quiet apartment, your very small, but neatly organised kitchen came into view, and even as you sat yourself down on top of the kitchen bench, ripping into the bag of chips (not your favourite, but sufficient), you couldn’t help the feeling that overcame you.

No matter how much you tried to deny it.

Loneliness.

***

You knew you looked pitiful when you walked into your class that morning.

It was a small one—this class only consisted of your dance troupe. You studied dance because you loved it, and your troupe was probably the only thing you liked about studying.

Even though you rarely spoke of it to anybody, you were a pretty great dancer. You even dared to say it was the only thing you were good at.

Contemporary was your favourite—and you also loved designing the costumes you and your troupe (consisting of the people in your class) would wear. It was a mixture of boys and girls, and you genuinely enjoyed dancing.

You were even top of your class. Front and centre—again, it was the only thing you liked doing.

“You look pitiful,” Lucy said to you, and you only shoved her shoulder playfully, taking your seat next to her, “What did you even do?”

“I stayed up,” You answered, rubbing at your eyes as you took out your books, slamming them onto the desk, “Eating chips. Ran into a couple at the supermarket though. They were blocking my favourite chip flavour, and I had to get the discount ones instead.”

“Sounds exciting.”

“How was your date with your—,”

Before you could get the words out, the professor knocked on your desk and told you sternly to pay attention. Effectively silencing the both of you.

Lucy shot you an apologetic look, but you just shrugged, before leaning your head on your hand, and staring glumly at the whiteboard your teacher was writing on.

You usually liked theory. If you weren’t running on two hours of sleep, and a bag of potato chips.

Right now, you couldn’t help but close your eyes—and then you were out. Your teacher didn’t even bother to wake you up.

It was after class was over that you realised how much of a mistake that was—because you’d missed out on all of the information about the boy’s school that was joining your class for the next two weeks—and the boys’ troupe that they would be bringing with them.

***

It was on Sunday evening when you received a text from Lucy telling you to remember to wear the formal uniform to class tomorrow, instead of just free dress like you all usually did.

You wondered why, but didn’t question it. The teachers called abrupt formal assemblies all the time, as bothersome as it was, and the students had learnt to deal with it over time. You swore that it was just a way to get the students to suffer in the uncomfortable formal blouses and ties.

It was when you walked into class that you realised this was no assembly.

The entire class was dressed in their formal white shirts and blue-silver ties, and at the front of the class stood a row of boys in the fanciest uniforms you’d ever seen—far more expensive-looking than even the most expensive clothes you owned.

“Y/N,” Your teacher announced sharply, “You’re late.”

“Apologies,” You responded, “Miss. I wasn’t aware that we had—,”

“If you hadn’t fallen asleep in the previous class, Miss Y/L/N, then you would have been aware,” The teacher cut in, gesturing to your seat next to Lucy, “Sit down.”

Your cheeks burned as you made your way to your seat, dropping your dance bag onto your desk with a heavy ‘click’, sinking into your chair as you surveyed the group of boys that were stood at the front of the room.

There was seven of them, and you had to admit that each one was incredibly beautiful. All seven of them.

But there was one of them that was snickering at you—the one standing to the very right. Subtly, you flipped him off, and he only raised his eyebrows at you, mouthing the words, Nice tie, at you.

Resisting the urge to hiss, you just forced yourself to sink further into your chair, before realising that you had forgotten to tighten your tie before you’d left—and you slid further into your seat, hoping to just melt into the floor.

Your teacher’s words became a blur in your head.

“Y/N! Are you paying any attention?” The teacher said, frowning, catching your attention immediately, “Get out of your seat to go change, we’re pairing up for warm-ups today!”

“Sorry, miss, I just—,”

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately,” The teacher said, shaking her head, “You’re top of the class, please act like it—I would be far more satisfied with you if you showed up to class on time. You’ve been showing up late very often lately, Y/N. Is anything the matter?’

“Nothing,” You said glumly, struggling to meet your teacher’s eyes. You hated it when you disappointed her. She was your role model, and you’d tried your best to show up on time this time—you knew it was your third time late in a row, but it was because you’d been finding it harder and harder to sleep lately…consumed in thoughts.

“Good,” The teacher said, although she didn’t look all to convinced, “Please, show the boys what you’re capable of, okay? They’re from practically fanciest school in the country, you wouldn’t want to sell yourself short, would you?”

At those words, the image of the snickering, insufferable boy immediately appeared in your mind, and you clenched your fist, immediately determined to prove that you were top of the class for a reason.

“No, I wouldn’t.”

***

The choreography that your teacher started you all on was pretty simple. You picked it up after two run throughs, but the insufferable, snickering boy did it in one.

“So, how’s the dance going?” He said with a boyish grin, as he uncapped his water bottle and took a big gulp, running a hand through his dark brown hair, “Y/N.”

“Don’t start.” You said, gritting your teeth.

“I didn’t even say anything yet,” He said, raising his eyebrows, leaning in a tiny bit closer, “Are you thisangry all of the time?”

“Only when you’re around,” You snapped back, taking a big gulp from your own water bottle.

“Oh, no need to be so mean, Y/N,” He noted, the corner of his lip curling into a smirk, “You’re a good dancer.”

He didn’t even have to say the words, the look in his eyes was challenge—answer—enough: But I’m better than you.

That only made the determination and anger in you burn more. You were better. You would be better, even if you weren’t. You would show him.

“Jungkook!”

The both of you turned to the direction of the voice, and approaching was one of the boys from the fancy school.

“Stop messing with her,” The other boy frowned.

So Jungkookwas the name of the insufferable, snickering boy who wouldn’t stop mocking you.

“Taehyung, you’re no fun,” Jungkook responded, giving his friend a playful shove, “I’m not messing with her, just making conversation.”

You bit down on your lip hard, to bite back the snarky remark that would have been considered rude to most ears—and you didn’t need to make a bad first impression on allof the boys…you wondered if maybe you already had.

“I’m Tae,” The other boy said, sticking out a hand, shooting Jungkook a pointed glare, “You’re Y/N, right?”

“Yeah,” You said, with a half-smile, ignoring Jungkook’s stare burning into the back of your head, “Nice to meet you.”

“I heard you’re the leader of the troupe here, huh?”

“I guess, kind of,” You said, “But I show up late more times than I can count on my fingers.”

“Can’t you count in your head?” Jungkook called out with a half-snicker.

“Shut up,” You said, rolling your eyes—despite your annoyance, you couldn’t help the slight—only tiny—bit of amusement that slipped into your voice, and you knew that Jungkook noticed it.

“So you dolike me,” He said, raising his brows.

And just like that, the amusement was gone.

“No.” You said sharply, giving Taehyung an apologetic smile, at having cut your conversation short, before you marched off to the other side of the room, where the rest of your class—and Lucy, your best friend—was sitting down, resting.

Over the next several few days, your constant bickering with Jungkook only got worse. Each trying to best the other—you beat him as many times as he beat you, but he was particularly good at hip hop. There was only one other boy in his troupe better than him at hip hop, who was Hoseok. Hoseok contributed in a lot of the choreography, too, and he was a happy face, one that you had grown familiar with and quite enjoyed the company of.

He was very clever, and his choreo was admittedly incredible.

You learned later that the purpose of this combined class was to make some sort of dance together, as a combined troupe—just as an experiment. It was all in good fun, but there would be a performance scheduled for you all, in three weeks’ time.

Which was enough for you to learn the choreo and get it to a decent level—you just had to make sure that you learnt it far better than Jungkook.

But with both of you trying to best each other, it really wasn’t easy. Particularly when you two were clearly so balanced.

The entire class could tell—they became so accustomed to your bickering and constant arguing over who was the better dancer that Lucy claimed she had started to unconsciously block it out whenever the two of you would start shooting insults at each other.

Nobody seemed to be able to tell if it was genuine annoyance between the two of you, or if it was just playful, but Taehyung seemed convinced that the two of you argued in class but ran off to make out afterwards—where he got that idea from, you had no idea, but you’d made sure to give him a good smack over the head when he’d told you that the whole class agreed with him.

“As if I would ever do that,” You’d scoffed at him, picking up your things to head over to the change rooms after a particularly tiring training session, “He’s not worth the time, Tae. He’s just irritating.”

“I don’t know, he’s not so bad,” Hoseok butted in, having overheard your conversation, “I would think that the two of you were in love, too, if I hadn’t known that you dislike him.”

Groaning you said, “It doesn’t matter, anyway. We’re not soulmates or anything.”

“You never know.” Taehyung said, with an eyebrow wiggle, and you smacked him over the head again for that comment.

***

Heading to your favourite chip aisle, you were prepared to finally buy your favourite chip flavour, but when you reached the shelf, and at last, looked up from your phone, you collided into a familiar face.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, getting up with a groan, “I didn’t expect to see youhere!”

You grumbled, “Yeah, no, I didn’t expect to see you here either, Jungkook.”

You stood up, and he stood up, and the both of you reached for the same packet of chips. Your favourite flavour.

The last bag of your favourite flavour.

There was no way he was going to take it from you—you jumped, snatching it from the shelf—just as he did, too, and both of you just fell over, tripping over each other into a pile of tangled limbs.

You ended up on top of him, panting heavily as you tried to wrestle the chips from his grasp, “Jungkook, let go.”

“They’re mine,” He responded, attempting to free himself from under you, but you pinned him down.

“Give the chips back, Jungkook,” You demanded, using your knee to hold his wrist in place.

He grinned, “Never, Y/N. Let go of me and my chips. I’m just trying to get out of here in one piece.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve resisted eating junk food just to eat that one bag of—,”

“And you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to buy these, too!” Jungkook exclaimed, incredulous, “That’s not an argument. We’re both dancers, we both have diets, and we’ve both been waiting for a long time to have these.”

He just lay there for a second that seemed to last longer than just a second, and he scanned your face intently.

Your face flushed at his gaze, and you pressed your knee down on his wrist harder to quell your blush, just a little bit, pinning his other wrist down with your hand so that he couldn’t wriggle away with that bag of chips, “Just give me the chips,” You sighed, exasperated, “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Y/N, you’re the one who has me pinned on the ground of a grocery store just for a bag of chips—,”

“Shut up and give them to me—,”

“Fine! I’ll give them to you.”

Your face brightened in surprise, “Wait, what, really, that easily—?”

“If you share them with me,” He finished, grinning at the shock that outlined your features, “Come to my apartment and we’ll split them very evenly. Don’t worry, I won’t cheat.”

“Fine,” You said, after thinking it over, and then you started getting off of him, and the moment you were on your feet again, off of him, he rubbed at his wrists. You noted that he still didn’t let go of that bag of chips.

“Damn, you have an iron grip, Y/N,” He said, hissing a bit, “How did you even hold me down? I was genuinely trying to get up, you know.”

“Sorry,” You said sheepishly, smiling in a slightly embarrassed way, “It’s just the result of years of training.”

He studied you for a split-second, and you swore you saw him blush just a tiny bit, before quickly getting up from the floor and taking your hand—dragging you to the checkouts.

You almost hissed at the contact, not because it was bad—not at all.

You almost hissed because it was nice.

Just a tiny bit.

***

“I don’t know, this apartment seems far too old to be yours,” You commented, as he pushed open the door.

“What were you expecting? I’m a scholarship child, not a rich kid, not even close,” He said with a chuckle, directing you inside, kicking away some dirty laundry in the process—his school uniform, chucked on the floor, right next to the TV.

“Did you get in with dance?”

“Yeah. I was kind of good at it, and then I met Hoseok in middle school and he basically taught me, I didn’t have the money to go to lessons. And then it was through dance that I met the other boys,” Jungkook began explaining easily, as he took out two Ziploc bags, “Here, see, one for you, one for me.”

You leaned over the kitchen counter to watch him carefully. It wasn’t to be close to him or anything—no, obviously not—it was just to make sure that he didn’t cheat. It was just that.

You assured yourself it wasn’t because of how nice it’d felt when he’d held your hand. No, no way. He was your competition; he was your—

Opening his kitchen drawer, he started rifling around, and pulled out a sharpie, labelling the bags, ‘Y/N’, and ‘JK’.

He opened the chip packet, and the both of you sighed in satisfaction at the smell that puffed out. Immediately, he began carefully distributing the chips until the two bags were relatively even.

“There,” He lifted your bag from the counter and passed it to you, “See? Fair, right?”

He was right. He hadn’t cheated, and the smile that he gave you was too genuine to not be real, right?

You wondered why he was being nice. Not that he’d ever been mean, but…the two of you had always had some sort of competitive air between you. What with the both of you being terrifyingly competitive people—and also the fact that neither of you wanted the other to harm your reputations (or rather, egos).

Suddenly, Jungkook didn’t feel like competition anymore. Not with how carefully he’d split the chips, not with the smile he was giving you now, not with how—

Not with how hard your heart was pounding when he met your eyes.

It’s nothing, you assured yourself. It’s nothing, nothing, nothing.

And then he set the bags down, pulled out his phone and said, “Y/N, do you want to dance with me? Let’s do some practice, how about that?”

“W-what?” You broke out of your trance, giving him a confused look, “Why?”

“I mean, we’re both here, right? And I’m going to drive you home, anyway,” He said, shrugging, “Might as well make the most of this time. Do you need to get back anytime soon? Have plans?”

“Not really,” You responded, biting your lip, “But—,” Jungkook was your competition. Not your friend. Right? You definitely didn’t likehim, right?

“C’mon,” He said, pleadingly, “Just once? I just want to dance with you and not argue, for once, as much as I love your sass.”

At that, you blushed a little, and then said, “Okay. Only once, though. And then you’re taking me home.”

He looked as happy as a puppy then, when you agreed.

He put on a song you didn’t recognise, but it had a steady, even beat that the two of you were easily able to choreograph something to, and then you started running it—you hadn’t been this close to him before, and it made you feel strange.

Well, other than just two hours ago, when you’d pinned him to the supermarket floor for taking your chips, but—

You broke out of your thoughts when he took your hand, and met your eyes—just a part of the choreography just a part of the choreography just a part of the choreography

But your heart was taking none of it. It was racing faster than you had when you jumped to grab those damn chips from Jungkook.

No, that thought wasn’t helping, either. It only made it race faster, and that was the last thing you needed now—you definitely didn’t need that thought lingering in your brain right now, not when Jungkook was looking at you like that—

“Stop looking at me like that,” You demanded, but it came out soft, far softer than you’d intended, and you cursed internally at the effect he had on you, just because of the proximity.

“Like what?”

No, no, that wasn’t helping—his eyes held such intensity as he looked at you, twirling you like you’d choreographed, but you hadn’t planned for your heart to be racing this fast, for your breathing to be this quick…

“Like that,” You breathed, the words barely making their way out of your throat, almost getting stuck halfway.

He smiled, and you bit your lip, holding back the words—you’d only ramble, and then that would ruin the moment, but…

“Don’t be so nervous, Y/N,” He said, softly, gently, spinning you back around.

When he raised your arm above your head to dip you, your sleeve slipped up, only to reveal the moon on your wrist—glowing bright gold.

Not even a second later, the moon marking on his wrist lit up, as well—and suddenly, everything clicked.

Everything else stopped—except for the two of you, as you gazed at each other, the room illuminated in the gentle golden glow of your moons.

“Jungkook,” You murmured, still breathless, lost in his eyes—gold from reflecting the light emitting off your wrists

And then your lips met—and then you were kissing, and it felt so incredibly differentto anything you’d ever felt before.

It was soft—and yet so filled with passion, at the same time. Something you hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

So incredibly different—not just a little bit.

Not just a little bit.

(my first fanfic! hope you all enjoyed <3)

[wasteitonserendipity]

Gummies (Part Two)

(A/N: hello lovelies! It’s finally done! After months of writers block I have finally finished the part two! I hope you all enjoy it and as always feedback is always welcome (please be nice, I’m smol and fragile))

Genre: fluff and more angst that I originally intended (I’m sorry!)

Paring: Jungkook x reader

Word Count: 2.7K

8AM

“You’re sure you have everything?” Jisoo asked as she helped you buckle in Ji Ah’s booster seat. 

“Yes, I’m fairly certain I have everything,” you replied, doing a quick mental checklist. 

Car seat? Check. 

Sunscreen? Check. 

Allergy medication, just in case? Check. 

Games to play in the car? Check. 

Snacks? Check. 

You and Jungkook had been dating for a few months now and he insisted that it was time for a vacation, not only for you but for Ji Ah as well. He even offered up his family’s house on the beach in an attempt to get you to say yes. Which of course, you did. A whole three days of sun, sand and him shirtless? That was a HELL yes. 

“Are you sure you don’t need your live in babysitter to come with,” Jisoo started, “ya know, if you and the man want some time alone?”

“Jisoo,” you laughed, patting her on the shoulder, “we get plenty of alone time here. Remember I told you I owed you a night to yourself and a giant bottle of wine? Well, now you get three nights and there are three bottles of your favorite in the fridge.”

Her eyes went wide at the sound of that 

“You bought me three bottles?!” She shrieked with joy, hugging you. 

“Yes, I did,” you chuckled, squeezing her back, “you do so much for Ji Ah and I, I feel like even that isn’t enough to repay you. Maybe you can call Seokjin to come help you polish off those bottles?”

You wiggled your eyebrows at her. You could see the sparks between her and Jungkook’s roommate the first time they met. They bonded over their love of cooking and horrible, horrible dad jokes and you were convinced It had to have been fate. 

“I doubt he’s available,” she sighed, “but doesn’t hurt to ask right?” 

“Exactly,” you grinned with a wink. 

You made your way back into the apartment where Jungkook was entertaining Ji Ah by playing Mario Kart. Neither of them had noticed you come in, you leaned against the doorway watching them fondly. Ji Ah was sat in Jungkook’s lap, his large frame shielding hers as they battled. 

In the few months that you’d been together, Jungkook spent a lot of time at your place. He told you that he felt it was important to establish a good relationship with Ji Ah so that she always felt stable. You appreciated the fact that he was willing to be in her life that much but there was always that twinge of hesitation when it came to her getting so attached to him. You knew he wanted to be around for the “long haul”, whatever that meant, but it was always in the back of your mind that there was a real possibility of him not being around someday. 

“Oppa! You cheated!” Ji Ah’s cry bringing you out of your thought bubble. 

You laughed when you saw the toddlers face scrunched up in the same bunny fashion as your boyfriends. 

“I did not!” Jungkook laughed, “that’s what the blue shell is for!” 

Ji Ah continued to pout until Jungkook lifted her out of his lap and up over his head, her squeals filling the room. 

“Oppa, put me down!” She giggled, her arms and legs flailing. 

“Not until you smile!” He said in an animated voice and he swung her around. 

“I am, I am!” She laughed, “see??” 

She smiled her adorable “I can get whatever I want” smile at him and he brought her down, resting her on his hip. You could see the fondness in his eyes as he gave her a squeeze before putting her down. 

“You still cheated though,” Ji Ah said with a shit eating grin before finally seeing you. 

“Unnie!” She squealed, jumping into your embrace, “are we going now?” 

“Yes, little one, we’re going now,” you smiled, “Jisoo Unnie is gonna get you into the car, go find her, she’s in the kitchen.” 

With loud “okay!” she darted out of the room, leaving you and Jungkook alone. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. 

“I didn’t cheat, just saying,” he pouted into your hair. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you chuckled, rolling your eyes, “that’s what the blue ones for.”

“It is! It’s not my- anyways,” he sputtered as you snaked your arms around his neck, “is the car all ready to go?” 

You laughed and nodded before giving him a quick peck. 

“Let’s get this show on the road!” he exclaimed before making a quick exit.

12PM

You sat on the banks of the beach watching as Ji Ah and Jungkook splashed around in the shallow water, looking as happy as can be. As much as you loved the water, you felt like spectating today, perfectly content with sitting under the big umbrella you’d brought with. You went back and forth between having your nose in the newest ebook you downloaded and fondly watching the two most important people in your life have an absolute ball. 

On the ride over Jungkook made you promise that you’d loosen up a little bit, just relax and have fun for the long weekend and that everything was already taken care of. His parents knew that you’d be there over the  weekend so they made sure that the house was fully stocked with everything you three could possibly need down to the exact popsicles that Ji Ah loved. You kept insisting on paying them back for everything they’d bought but he shook his head with a small smile and simply brushed it off.

“Unnie!” Ji Ah yelled from the water’s edge, “it’s your turn, come play!” 

You set down your tablet, grabbed your sun hat and made your way to the water. You stopped about three feet in front of them, noticing the mischievous looks on their faces. 

“Don’t you-“ you started before a screaming Ji Ah And Jungkook were changing at you full force. 

You turned on your heels and tried to make your way back up the beach, but your legs were no match for your boyfriends long ones. Before you knew it you were being thrown over his shoulder, your baby sister maniacally giggling and clapping her hands as you were being toted towards the water. 

“Jeon Jungkook, I swear if you throw me in I will end you!” You half shrieked half laughed. 

“I’d love to see you try, babe,” he said haughtily before smacking your ass and flinging you into the water. 

The bright side was that the water was a comfortable temperature due to the summer heat. The downside was that you now had to drown your boyfriend. 

When you surfaced you sprang up like some kind of crazed dolphin, latching on to his torso and began your tickle assault. 

“Hey!” He laughed between gasps, “that’s-not-fair!” 

“Then surrender traitor!” You bellowed as Ji Ah continued to giggle hysterically. 

“Okay! Okay! I surrender!” Jungkook chuckled as he brought you around so that you were in front of him. He wrapped an arm around your waist, looking at you so fondly that it made your heart swell. 

“Don’t kiss!” Ji Ah whined looking up at you. 

You sighed and giggled before covering her eyes to steal one quick kiss. 

5PM

To yours, and Jungkook's surprise, his parents made an appearance around mid afternoon. They said they were back in town for the night and wanted to have dinner with you guys, his dad bribing you both with the promise of good red wine and steak. Hard to say no to that. 

As Jungkook and his father manned the grill and had their guy time, you were busy in the kitchen with his mother, Ji Ah sitting at the counter alternating between watching you cook and coloring. 

“So, ——,” his mother chimed as you both sliced up veggies for the salad, “Jungkookie has told us so much about you. He said you’re studying psychology?” 

“I am,” you smile, “my emphasis is in child psych.”

“You want to be a therapist?” She asked warmly. 

“I do,” you sighed and nodded, “after everything that happened with our parents, I saw the good therapy can do for kids in less than ideal situations, even kids as young as Ji Ah. I want to be able to help as many of them as possible.”

“That’s a very honorable thing to want to pursue,” she said with a soft smile, “I’m glad Jungkookie has found someone with the same kind of drive and passion as him. And to have that while taking care of a little one as well? You’re a remarkable person, ____”

“Thank you,” you bowed your head as you continued cooking, “to be honest, the last few months have been easier thanks to Jungkook. I was suprised that he didn’t run for his life when I told him about our situation. Ji Ah absolutely adores him, too.”

“I know the feeling is mutual,” his mother said with a smile, “he’s very fond of you both. And I’m glad that you got to spend this time together before he leaves.”

“I’m sorry,” your motions stop altogether, “before he leaves?”

She looked at you with concern now, like she’d let something slip that she wasn’t supposed to. 

“Oh,” she said quietly, “I think I’ve said too much. He should really be the one to tell you, dear.”

8PM

You’d managed to push the conversation you had with Mrs. Jeon into the back of your mind through dinner and after dinner drinks but now that his parents were gone and Ji Ah was passed out on the couch hugging her favorite plushie, now seemed like the right time.

You found him sitting on the swing on the back porch that overlooked the ocean, seemingly deep in thought. 

“You look like you could use this,” you chuckled, handing him a glass of wine.

“Thanks, jagi,” he nodded as he took it from you.

You sat down next to him, his arm falling into the comfortable position behind you like it always did. The silence around you was both comforting and deafening at the same time. 

“When do you leave?” you finally asked, avoiding the reaction on his face.

“Who-,” he began.

“Your mom let it slip while we were cooking,” you sighed, taking a sip of your wine, “she didn’t tell me what kind of leaving but she mentioned it.”

“I’m sorry,” he said with a heavy sigh, “I should’ve told you sooner,”

You stared out into the dark night, the sound of waves hitting the shore being the only sign of life. You were unbelievably calm for some reason and that scared you and Jungkook equally.

“When?” you asked again, steadying your breathing.

“A few weeks after graduation,” he said quietly, “it seemed like the right time honestly, that way when I get out I still have the rest of my twenties to be with you guys. This way it’s a little less traumatic for Ji Ah too.”

When I get out. 

You knew what that meant. 

He was enlisting. Two years mandatory military service. 

He took your hand as you fought back tears. It wasn’t that he was enlisting, everyone male you knew over a certain age did and everyone came back in one piece. It was that he didn’t tell you. It almost felt as if you were being abandoned again.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you asked, still not looking at him.

“Babe,” he said, lifting your chin with a finger so that you were now looking into his big eyes, “you have so much on your plate already, I didn’t want to burden you with something that really isn’t a big deal. We still have months before I have to leave. We still have Ji Ah’s birthday, graduation, and then a few weeks after graduation. I was actually planning on telling you this weekend, I just wanted us to have some amazing memories under our belst before we had to tackle serious stuff.”

You nodded silently. You knew that he was right. This was something that was already written into everyone’s story and if anything you two would come out on the other end stronger than you were before. You sat in silence with your head on his shoulder for a little bit longer, taking in and remembering all of the amazing moments you two had shared since meeting. 

“There’s something else,” he said, reaching into his pocket.

Your eyes went wide.

“Jeon Jungkook,” you said hurriedly, “don’t you fucking dare,” 

“Calm down,” he chuckled, “it’s not what you think, sort of.”

He pulled out a simple ring with a single pink pearl in the middle of the band and held it out in front of you. 

“It’s not an engagement ring,” he said upfront, “it’s more like a promise ring.” 

You sighed in relief, “oh, thank god. I don’t think I could process anymore insanity tonight.” 

You took the ring from his hand and slipped it on your right ring finger.

“It’s a promise that when I get back that we’ll be together,” he smiled that bunny smile, “I’m not saying we get married right when I get out but more that we get to start our adult life together.”

“That sounds like a plan to me,” you smiled, kissing him lightly.

“Plus, you know I’d have to ask Ji Ah for permission first anyways,” he laughed.

You laughed along with him. 

For the first time in a long time your future wasn’t exactly clear, but you were okay with that. You knew that as long as it was with Jungkook that everything would be okay. 

TWO YEARS LATER

“Ji Ah we gotta go!” you yelled up the stairs. 

You looked at yourself in the hallway mirror one more time, smoothing down your dress.

In the two years since Jungkook had been gone you’d managed to find an amazing job working as a family therapist, bought a house with an adorable backyard in a great neighborhood and Ji Ah was now enrolled in the first grade. She was a smart little one but you knew that she was bound to be a handful soon with how mature she was for her age. 

“Coming, Unnie!” she called from her room. You could hear her little feet pattering around her room. You knew she was putting the finishing touches on the surprise welcome home sign she’d made for Jungkook. 

Today was the day you’d both been waiting for, for 730 days and counting. 

Jungkook was finally coming home.

You’d been able to video chat with him a few times and visit the base when he was there over the past few years, but the fact that he was coming home and staying hit differently. You knew how he’d aged during his service but he always seemed to keep that bunny smile and happy go lucky attitude about him, which made your heart swell. 

After another ten minutes of corralling Ji Ah into the car and an hour and a half drive you’d finally made it to the military base. For some reason you were nervous, turning the pearl ring on your finger as you waited with the rest of the families. Ji Ah was buzzing as she held her “welcome home” sign next to you. 

And then you finally saw him. He was carrying his rucksack and dressed in his fatigues, his hair shorter of course and his jaw somehow looked more angular than before. As soon as he saw you both it appeared, that bunny smile you loved so much and you could feel the tears threatening to leave your eyes. As soon as he was within ten feet of you Ji Ah launched herself into his arms in a mess of giggles and i miss you kisses. 

You smiled widely watching them like no time had passed at all. Once he put Ji Ah down his arms were wrapped around you they way you’d been dreaming about every single night. 

“I’ve missed you so much love,” he said into your hair.

“You have no idea,” you sighed looking up at him.

(tags! @jeonsweetpea, @personawife, @everygay6, @gashinabts, @strawbxxymilk, @yoonsgiggle, @jeon-shi)

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[ 6:20 pm ] “Um... I’m like eighty percent sure this is not how math is supposed to work” Ara groaned. She was lying on the floor near your bed with her face buried in her Calc textbook. “Ara, math stopped making sense when letters weaseled their way into equations.” You respond drearily, your head hanging in your hands. “I wanna do something fun” Ara whines tossing her book aside. “I don’t think school is supposed to be fun” “No one likes a buzzkill” She mumbles. You scoff and place a hand over your mouth dramatically. You were preparing a snarky response when someone knocked on the door. “I got it” you sigh, climbing off your bed.

You open the door to see Taehyung, a classmate and best friend of yours, leaning against the wall. His hair was a disheveled brow mess and his eyes were glistening with mischief. “No,” You state, almost instinctively “What? I didn’t even say anything” Taehyung whines “You don’t have to. That smirk of yours always means trouble” “That is so not true” “Remember when you dared me to go down that hill on a grocery cart?” You recall, raising an eyebrow. “Okay that wasn’t—” “Or the time you and I drank half a bottle of tequila before our final?” “Well, that time you participated willingly,” He replies, pouting slightly. “Then what about—” “Okay! I get it. I’m a terrible influence. But, this time it’s not so extreme.” You cross your arms across your chest, clearly not amused. “There’s a party at my dorm today” You roll your eyes and leave Tae at the door. You sigh deeply and make your way to your kitchen “You know I don’t do parties,” You say, taking a bite out of an apple “Party? Did I say party? I meant a small get together” Tae starts, his eyes searching yours for any sign of disbelief “Yes!” Ara yelled, running into the kitchen “Yes, we’re going,” She responds to Tae before turning to you and tightly grabbing hold of your shoulders “you’re going” “Wait, I—” “Cool. come by around 7pm” “Why don’t I get a say in this” You question. Ara sighs and shoves your apple in your mouth “We’ll be there” She confirms. “Great! See you later ____” He waves bye to you and Ara then walks out of your dorm room, shutting the door loudly behind him. “You’re supposed to be on my side” You moan. “No one likes a stick in the mud,” Ara quips “Now get ready. We’ve got a party to attend” and with a light smack on the ass she sends you off to get ready.

[ 7:03 pm ] You tug on the dress that stopped about an inch too high on your leg. “Hey, stop that you look hot” Ara insisted, swatting at your hands. You just couldn't help but feel self-conscious seeing all the people that had crowded into the dorm “I agree” Chimes a familiar deep voice. You turn to see Taehyung holding a red cup and a beer. He hands you the cup, a smile tugging at his lips “I can’t believe i let you two drag me into this. This is certainly not a small get together” You mumbled, snatching the cup from his hand and immediately taking a swig. It tasted like normal fruit punch but by the burn of your throat you knew it was definitely spiked with something. “Where’s my cup?” Ara complains “Go get your own” Tae snaps

“HEY EVERYONE NAMJOON IS STARTING A ROUND OF TRUTH OR DARE" Shouts a voice amidst the crowd “C'mon let’s go” Tae says, grabbing your hand “Tae no” you say, pulling your arm away “ ____,” Tae whines, pulling another one of his pouts. No matter how much you tried something in your just wouldn't let you resist his doughy eyes and pouty lips, “You don’t have to play if you don’t want to but can we at least watch??” You sigh, finally giving in. You look at Tae's still pouting face and the large crowd hearding around Namjoon then down the rest of your spiked punch. "Fine. But i'm gonna need another one of these before we start" Taehyung's lips curl up into a boxy smile as he giddly pulls you into the crowd.

"Truth or dare?" Asks Namjoon "Truth" replies a blonde haired boy. He was sitting directly across from Namjoon with a girl clinging to his left arm. "Is it true that you hooked up with Naeun... while you were dating Jisoo?" The color drains from the boys face "I uh... No comment" The girl on his arm gasps and storms away from the scene with tears in her eyes"Baby wait no it wasn't like that" Says the boys, quickly chasing after the girl. You chuckle slightly, eyes following the troubled couple. "See I told you this would be fun" Tae whispers, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. Without responding, you turn back towards the game where Namjoon was now questioning Jungkook, one of Taehyung's roommates "Truth or dare" "Dare" Kook replies, completely straight-faced "I dare you to steal a shopping cart and ride it down the hill by the art building" you gasped, knowing this dare all too well. Hell, you still had battle scars from your attempt at the dare "Do you want me to die?" Jungkook squeaks. Everyone laughs at the frightened expression on the younger boys face. "This is the first time i've seen him scared" Taehyung mumbles to you, his brow cocked in surprise. "Hey, you asked for a dare" Namjoon protests. The crowd starts to chant, their words starting soft and growing increasingly louder with every syllable "Do it, do it, do it, do it" "Aw what the hell." Kook says. He rises slowly and is carried out the door by a cheering mob.

"Truth or dare?" Asks Jimin, Taehyung's other roommate, his eyes locked with Ara's "Dare" She asserts, a brave smirk on her face. "I dare you to take body shots off of Bora" Ara rolled her eyes "Easy. Grab the vodka boys! And don't forget to take pictures, it'll last longer" Ara cries, raising her fists and marching to the kitchen as if leading a revolution. Most of what was left of the party guests followed her, eager to see the girl perform the sensual task.

"And then, there were 5," Namjoon said, laughing incredulously. “____. Truth or dare,” Taehyung asked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Truth?” You reply. The alcohol in your veins made you daring but you weren’t drunk enough to put up with whatever wild dared Tae might’ve had in mind. “Do you want to kiss me?” Taehyung enunciated every word while staring at you with a straight face “... dare. I choose dare.” Taehyung glances at your lips and smirks. “I dare you to kiss me” Your breath hitches in your throat, was he being serious? “never have I ever” You say skeptically “That’s not the game!!” He cries “C’mon ____ a dare is a dare” Called Namjoon. Oh what the hell, you thought. You took a deep breath and leaned in, your lips colliding with Tae’s. You snake your arms around his neck as the kiss deepens. You could still taste the beer on his breath as you pulled away, slightly out of breath "Holy shit" You sighed. Taehyung smiles and pulls you onto of him, his lips colliding with yours again.

[a/n: hey there. This was made from a prompt for a friend so shiut out to her ig. If you guys ever have a promot that you wanted a blurb or fic for you can submit it as a post or msg it to me and I’ll try my best to fulfill ur request

also i typed this all on my phone so now my thumbs hurt and there’s probably infinite typos. Anyways enjoy (even though it’s kinda gross)]