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I need an Athena, not an Aphrodite.

Suho (Leader & King of KP High in Rich Games (P2) by exobtsimagination)

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Song Drabbles

Hello Everyone! Admin Gray here. Starting today, I’m fall break!! And since I’m excited to have time to write, I decided to do something special. . . Song drabbles! If you still feel a little bit wary of my writing, these drabbles can help you decide whether you like my style or not :D and it will help me get back into the swing of things. Here’s how it’s going to go. Down below are several songs I love. Your job is to pick what song you want, pick 1-2 numbers and a member of BTS or EXO. Now, now. I am unsure how many I am going to take in. . . so if you want to request something, you have to be quick. Good luck everyone! I’ll get started on the drabbles right away (;

-Admin Gray

P.S., I would recommend listening to these songs. Quite a few of them were or are radio hits, so you might have heard them. But I love them all, so 10/10 recommend them! Hope you enjoy!

MAPS- MAROON 5

1. “I miss the conversation.”

2. “I hear your voice in my sleep at night.”

3. “But I wonder where were you, when I was at my worst down on my knees?”

4. “I was there for you in your darkest times.”

FOOLS- TROYE SIVAN

1. “I need time to replace what I gave away.”

2. “But everything is shattering and it’s my mistake.”

3. “Our lives don’t collide, I’m aware of this.”

4. “I’m not giving up.”

HOTEL CEILING- RIXTON

1. “On the TV, they said they had reported you dead.”

2. “It was easy to find another for your bed.”

3. “Trying to hold onto the sweetest feeling.”

4. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you go.”

HABITS OF MY HEART- JAYMES YOUNG

1. “Your medicine is in my head.”

2. “I’d rather be alone, but then you call me on the phone.”

3. “I can’t say no.”

4. “You make it hard to let you go.”

HEARTBEAT- CHILDISH GAMBINO

1. “I come around when you least expect me.”

2. “That’s code for he’s not here.”

3. “Two can play that game.”

4. “Are we best friends?”

BEST MISTAKE- ARIANA GRANDE FT. BIG SEAN

1. “Maybe I’m the sinner, and you’re the saint.”

2. “Break up, Make up, Total waste of time.”

3. “I know it’s hard to realize that I’m the man that you need.”

4. “If I’m not the one, then I’m the best mistake you ever had.”

BAD INTENTIONS- NIYKEE HEATON

1. “I know it’s my fault.”

2. “I’ve got some bad intentions.”

3. “I’ve got some secrets I’ve forgot to mention.”

4. “Haven’t learned my lesson.”

CLOSE- NICK JONAS FT. TOVE LO

1. “With just one breath, I’m locked in.”

2. “‘Cause space was just a word made up by someone who’s afraid to get close.”

3. “I’m not really known for ever being speechless.”

4. “I’m keeping cool, while you keep smiling.”

TREAT YOU BETTER- SHAWN MENDES

1. “I know I can treat you better than he can.”

2. “You should be with me instead.”

3. “I’ll stop time for you.”

4. “Give me a sign.”

WE DON’T TALK ANYMORE- CHARLIE PUTH FT. SELENA GOMEZ

1. “I wonder why I can’t move on.”

2. “Should’ve known your love was a game.”

3. “What was all of it for?”

4. “It’s such a shame that we don’t talk anymore.”

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Nostalgia

Summary: Running into a familiar face isn’t always a bad thing.

Member: Jongdae x Reader

Type: Fluff

Length: 1980 words

I was randomly inspired to write this while I did the dishes- and who popped into my head as the wonderful partner in crime- well, Kim Jongdae (; Also, on a random side note that I always happen to have, my best friend’s nickname is Ozzie so I decided to sneak that in there haha. And after I finished writing, I am not so confident in this anymore but ehhh. Hopefully it is decent.

-Admin Gray

The sweet aroma of scented candles hit you upon opening the small shop’s door. Seeking warmth in the form of heat and in drinks, you had eagerly rushed to your favorite place on Earth right after work. Ozzie’s was it’s name, and it made you happier more than a place should. It wasn’t anything popular, or high-end, yet it filled you with a warmth even when you were freezing cold. It brought a smile on your lips even if you couldn’t manage to smile all day. It was, essentially, your second home.

Not only was it your favorite place to visit, it happened to also bear your favorite memories.It was where you had met your best friend, Kim Jongdae.

As the worker behind the counter handed you your drink, the usual soft smile tugged on your lips as the familiar taste wrapped around your tongue, making you sigh in pleasure. The taste brought back past memories, one of chilly winter nights and joyful shouts in the air. Snowball fights in the midst of your race to see who made it to Ozzie’s first.

Every single memory surrounded around the place you were currently standing in, held him.Now, you weren’t in love with the guy. He was everything you could ask for: a friend, a brother, a protector, a mentor. Throughout the entirety of your friendship, you vowed to never let yourself fall for him. You liked to believe that you succeeded, no matter how empty you felt when he walked out of your life.

Sitting at your usual spot in the corner, you cupped the mug in your hands in order to warm them, your eyes becoming clouded over with memories you easily welcomed.

“Hey! A bet is a bet, Y/N. If I could make it to Ozzie’s in under ten minutes, you have to go ice skating with me and the guys on Friday.”

“But I don’t know how to-”

“Okay,” Jongdae nodded, humoring you for a moment before sassily remarking, “And do you think Michael Jordan was born the greatest NBA player of all time? You’re not going to learn if you spend all your life off an ice rink!”

“Why’s it so important I come anyways?” You grumbled, tugging your beanie down even farther down the hair in order to block out the cold.

Jongdae only grinned in response, before reaching over and intertwining your fingers with his, tugging you into the warmth of Ozzie’s while his hand warmed you from the inside. “Because you make everything better.”

Smiling bitterly at the memory, you sipped on the hot beverage in your hands, pulling out the journal you use in order to write for work. As you casually started writing down ideas for your next article, you failed to notice a painfully familiar man enter the place you were currently inhabiting.

You didn’t notice him in line, looking almost the same since you last saw him two years ago, only his face seemed more defined with experience. Your ears didn’t catch up on the drink he ordered: his usual mocha frappuccino with a dash of caramel- because you were too caught up in your writing.

You didn’t notice him notice you.

The sound of slow footsteps registered in your ears, but you didn’t look up, figuring it was someone heading to the bathroom that resided past the table you sat in. You noticed a few beats too late that the footsteps had stopped when reaching your table, only looking up when a shadow casted over your journal. Gasping at the familiar face, your mouth parted in shock as Jongdae opened his mouth to speak. 

“Two years and you don’t have the decency to greet me?”

His words spring you into action, abruptly standing up and hugging him tightly. It felt just like it did two years ago, only maybe it was firmer since he felt like he had been working out. Pulling back, you felt the breath get knocked out of your lungs as you regarded your old friend with a bitter sweetness.

It wasn’t like your friendship had ended on bad terms, it was just another unfortunate case of growing apart, becoming busy and moving on with lives that didn’t cross paths anymore. It saddened you to this day, but the thought was nowhere to be found upon coming face to face with Kim Jongdae once again.

“May I sit?”

“Of course!” His presence overwhelmed you like the feeling Ozzie’s gave you whenever you entered the place. Long ago, you had once caught yourself thinking that Jongdae was the human form of the feeling this place gave you whenever you visited- and Ozzie’s was your second home. In other words, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that Jongdae meant a lot to you.

Studying him as subtly as you could, you mentally noted how two years had treated him well- his hair was styled nicely and made him look more mature- while his stature seemed more tall and defined. He is as handsome now as he was then, you shyly thought to yourself, taking a drink from your mug to avoid conversation.

Kim Jongdae was a man who preferred to skip the awkward introductions.“It’s been a thousand years since I last saw you, Y/N. I heard you’re dating that Sehun kid from high school. Does he treat you well?”

You almost choked, however you found yourself laughing at his natural tendency to sound aggressive. “Yes. We are happy together. You sure know how to smooth the bumps in a conversation.”

Jongdae shrugged. “This is me you’re talking to. No matter how long it’s been since we last saw each other, I’m always going to be Jongdae.”

You couldn’t exactly pinpoint why, but his words caused a deep sadness to fill you. It seemed like some things don’t change, regardless of the time that passes. “So,” Jongdae clapped once, snapping you out of your reverie, “Aren’t you going to ask how I’ve been?”

“Regardless if I do, I know you’re going to end up telling me anyway.”

“You know me so well,” He grinned, launching into a recap of his life for the last two years. Everything sort of fell in place, like one those easy puzzles you put together with a younger sibling in order to complete the picture. In no time, it didn’t feel like catching up anymore and instead shifted into the types of conversation you and Jongdae used to have on a daily basis.

It was closing time of Ozzie’s, and you guys were still far from ending the conversation. A short gasp interrupted your light conversation, both your heads trailing to a fragile older woman standing in the doorway of the office in the back. Her eyes regarded the both of you with shock, her hands flying to tug on her grandson- who you would later find out works for his grandmother, the owner of the place you were sitting in at the exact moment. 

“It’s them. That lovely couple I told you about from two years ago!”Jongdae chuckled, his mouth falling open to correct her, but instead decided to leave it be. Staring at him in confusion, he only shook his head at you before turning and smiling at her charmingly.

“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it Miss Lowe?”

“Please, call me Ozzie, honey. It’s the name of the place for a reason. It’s been so long since I last saw you two together. I thought I would never see you guys reunite in the short amount of time I have left on this Earth.” You awkwardly laughed, your eyes falling to Jongdae in silent question. Reaching over, his warm hand cupped yours as he explained, “She was there the night we met, Y/N. When we both got trapped in here because of that snowstorm? We didn’t even know each other then, and she was convinced we were going to get married some time in the future.” 

His eyes shined in the memory, causing your heart to swell with joy at the distant thought. It looks like you weren’t the only one feeling nostalgic tonight.

“Well? Did you put a ring on her finger?” She bluntly asked, approaching the table and immediately noticing my ring finger that held no ring.Clicking her tongue, she sighed in disappointment. “You have to do it quickly. Otherwise, someone else could swoop in and take her right from under your nose.”

Jongdae looked over at you, his eyes slowly falling as his smile turned sad, “Yeah. . .”

“I don’t mean to kick you kids out, but it’s closing time and I am awfully tired. If I was a little younger, I would-”

“No, don’t worry, Ozzie. We completely understand. We were planning to leave anyway,” Jongdae smoothly responded, in order to soothe whatever guilt was tickling at the older woman.

“Alright. As long as you promise I see you two around more often. It used to be the highlight of my day, watching you two argue and laugh every night in here. It made my little shop that much brighter.” Funny. You always thought the place was always bright to begin with, yet here was the owner saying you were part of the reason it happened to hold that light. “Well? Do you guys promise?”

Both Jongdae and you instantaneously made eye contact, as if asking each other a silent question. Somehow receiving the answer you were both looking for, you both voiced a promise you intended to keep. A silent agreement that resparked the old friendship you both had never imagined dying down.

You both found yourself walking among the chilly night air shortly after, allowing short talk to filter out between the two of you and allowing yourselves to bathe in the comfortable silence. Reaching your home, you found yourself turning to face Jongdae head on, both your faces soft and content with nothing but fondness with one another.

“You’re going to keep the promise, right?” Jongdae quietly asked, afraid it had been a hoax and that you planned on never talking to him again after this day that would go down in his history book. Your reassuring smile soothed him, just like it used to back when you were in high school.

“I’m a woman of my word.” He smirked at your words, finding it funny how you both had naturally fallen back into the routine of being close. It was only a matter of time before you would call each other best friends, and he feared that meant his overwhelming sense of affection for you would return in full force. He blocked that out, however, in order to memorize the contours of your face, the curves of your lips.

“Likewise. Only I’m a man.” Your laughter echoed out and showered your entire neighborhood, and it made Jongdae beam with pride. You were back in his life, the only girl he’s ever known that could make him laugh with a simple switch of a button.

“It was nice seeing you again. Ozzie’s wasn’t quite the same without you there with me.”

“Eh, it was better when I was alone,” You joked, his fake glare causing you to smile. Without another thought, you lunged forward and gave him a tight hug, which he returned with an equal amount of intensity.

“I don’t intend on letting go again.” He whispered into the stiff, cold air. And you knew he wasn’t referring to the embrace you were both participating in right now.

“I don’t want you to,” You whispered back, rebuilding the bond you both once had in the span of one minute.And as you went to sleep that night, your mind slowly relaxing, you realized that your chest felt a little lighter. 

Because your second home had waltzed back into your life, right where he belonged. 

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BTS Reaction to you playing with their hair

You don’t understand how much I adore when someone plays with my hair. It is the best feeling in the world. If I had to choose between someone playing with hair everyday and eating my favorite food everyday (hot wings), I don’t know what I would do.

-Admin Gray

Jin: I think Jin would openly express how much he enjoyed the feeling, maybe humming in approval or scooting closer in order for it to be easier to run your hands through his hair. After you were finished, he would give you a big smile and a sweet kiss as thanks for your show of affection.

Suga: If Suga was a man who enjoyed the feeling, he would constantly want you playing with his hair. He would offer up a cute pout, maybe some cute antics if he was desperate. Mostly it would coax him into sleeping after a long and stressful day, and he would kiss your forehead the next morning after he easily dozed off, with the simple touch of your hands combing through his hair. 

J-Hope: Hoseok would appreciate the gesture, even go to the extremes of being over dramatic about your actions. Cooing and sighing in delight would filter out of his mouth as he rested his head on your stomach, causing you to giggle up a storm. He would only allow you to play with his hair enough to get him relaxed, before offering the same to you without any hesitancy. 

Rap Monster: If his thoughts were too much for him in the middle of the night, you would figure a feeling of comfort would offer him relief, so you would gesture for him to lay in your lap while rubbing his scalp. Smoothing his hair back and listening to him talk, you would watch with fondness as his eyes became drowsy, his comments becoming further spaced out until they halted altogether. He might feel a little guilty for falling asleep in the middle of a conversation with you, however the feeling of your fingers making him relax was what won every time.

Jimin: After a stressful day at work, Jimin would immediately want to be in your arms. Whether it be cuddling, hugging, or simply laying with each other, he seeked out any sort of skinship that would make him feel better. On the significantly bad days, he would seek solace in your arms immediately, his head falling into your lap while you sat on the couch and let him soak in your presence. Soothingly combing through his hair, he would sigh in pure bliss, grateful that he had you and your presence to keep him from drowning in his stress.

V: Taehyung liked to cuddle the most, and was all for being as close to you as possible whenever you were around. He didn’t have to say anything when he desired you to be close to him; the look in his eyes was enough for you to beckon him into your embrace. You would brush back his hair as he innocently laid his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat and embracing the fact that you were very much here, and making him happy every single day.

Jungkook: Sometimes he wasn’t up for talking, asking questions, anything that related to using his voice. He enjoyed the comfortable silences with you, that ones that would overwhelm you both and block you from anything that could potentially dampen your moods. When you rake your hands through his hair, his eyes would flutter close as he chose to cherish the moment as long as he could, soaking in the peaceful feeling you always brought him when you were close.

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The Side You Hide

Summary: Sometimes it’s hard to open up a side of yourself no one has ever seen.

Type: Dash of angst with a Fluff ending

Member: Kyungsoo x Reader

Length: 2852 words

I am entirely unsure of how this turned out. I feel a little bleh about it, but maybe it’s because I am terribly sick and in a half-comatose state but enjoying the sound my fingers make when I type. Okay once I get this typed out, I am going to shut myself away and cringe out of my weirdness haha. I hope you enjoy this mess- I’m pretty sure it was supposed to be more angsty. Gray? Not being more angsty? *Gasps* what an incredible outcome. I think it’s safe to say I enjoy writing for Kyungsoo out of the EXO boys. Yeah

-Admin Gray

“Y/N! Hurry up or you’re going to be late!” Your mom shouted loudly as you scrambled to finish writing your last thoughts. Inspiration had hit you just as you finished getting ready for school, and you couldn’t resist scribbling it down in your notebook in the small amount of time you had left.

“I’m coming! Just one more second,” You shouted back distractedly, your hand aching as you raced to finish your last sentence.  Marking it with a period more violently than intended, you capped your pen and shut your notebook, sighing in satisfaction. You began walking out your bedroom, halting in the doorway as one lone thought made you hang back. What if inspiration hits me again at school today?

The thought stressed you out more than it should have.You were a writer, yes. You wrote at any and all times you were offered. Though this was the case, no one else knew about it. You wrote about all sorts of things, ranging from short stories to your early morning thoughts that should not be read by anyone else’s eyes. Writing was your own personal release, something you only enjoyed acknowledging when alone and in the confinements of your room. The thought of anyone else getting their hands on your journal and reading it terrified you. But the thought of not getting to write any words down when you needed to made you more anxious than your fear. 

It’ll just be for today, you told yourself as you shoved the book into your bag, It’s not like anyone will read it in one day.

You made it to your class just before the late bell rang, hastily rushing to your seat near the middle of the room. You shyly smiled at your amused teacher, who blinked at you in response before turning back to the board. As the teacher began writing, your eyes scanned the class before landing on your closest friend- who happened to be staring right back at you.

Do Kyungsoo. Your most cherished friend since you were ten years old, and your official best friend since you were twelve. Who’s counting, though?

He cocked his head, silently asking why you were running more late than usual. You only grinned back at him, before shifting your attention to the teacher’s lesson as you pulled out your materials. Kyungsoo was confused about your early morning enthusiasm, fully aware of the typical grouch you could be in the mornings. He made a mental note to ask about your happiness before returning his own gaze to the board at the front of the class.

Halfway through the period, the teacher said something that triggered your mind to trail to the story you were writing. Your brain quickly sidetracked, becoming unfocused as your thoughts filled with ideas and brainstorming for what you wanted to write out. Before you knew it, you were hit with the overwhelming desire to write again in your journal, akin to the feeling you got earlier whilst you got ready for school. 

Glancing around, you sighed in relief when noticing everyone was either focused on the teacher or jotting down notes. Slowly and subtly reaching down towards your bag, you blindly fumbled through it before successfully coming into contact with the familiar leather. You smiled with glee, before pulling it out and setting it on top of your class notebook. Looking around once more to make sure the coast was clear, you checked out the teacher before opening up your notebook and your hand started to race across the page.

Kyungsoo was the reserved and observant type of person, someone who was rare within a quaint and lively high school you both happened to attend. His classmates and close friends- including you- knew it was his genuine personality. He cared about his studies, made it his top priority above everything else. That was also something you were highly aware of, for he had rejected your offers of hanging out on more than one occasion in order to complete his homework. One thing you you were unaware of, however, was something he vowed to keep hidden: He was as attentive towards you as he was towards his studies.

Do Kyungsoo was a straight A student.

Because of this hidden secret, one he kept buried beneath his quiet and composed nature, he only silently watched and observed you when you weren’t looking. His soft spot for you would be a secret he planned to take to his grave, in fear of losing you forever if you found out.

There he was, openly and curiously watching as you continued writing without any breaks between sentences, completely taken away by whatever thoughts were plaguing your mind. It was a fascinating sight to him, seeing you so caught up by whatever you were writing down. And he loved it.

You looked at peace, happy and fulfilled as time wore on, his gaze continuing to flicker away if you looked up in worry of the teacher catching you writing. Kyungsoo’s eyes honed in on the small journal resting atop your class notebook, noticing he had never seen it before. He also noticed how far along you were in the pages, meaning you were either a person who didn’t like to write in order or your have been writing in this unfamiliar journal for quite a while.

He didn’t realize how much time had passed until the teacher clapped once, signalling the end of the lesson for today. Kyungsoo blinked in response, unconsciously uttering, “What…” before glancing back at your distracted form. He shoved down his embarrassment of staring at you for so long, focusing on packing up his belongings.

At the sound of the teacher’s dismissal, you slammed your journal shut and shoved everything into your bag. By the time class was over, you had managed to get all of your ideas out with ease. An uncontrollable smile fell onto your lips as you trudged out of the classroom, heading for your next class.The sound of Kyungsoo’s soft voice urged you to stop, glancing over your shoulder to watch him rush to catch up to you. Shooting him a genuine smile, you greeted him with a soft tone.

“Hey Y/N,” He smiled, the both of you continuing on your trek down the hallway. The question swarming his mind was on the tip of his tongue: What were you writing?

Something prevented him from saying the words, though. Maybe it was your bright and satisfied smile, or the thought that you would have brought it up if you wanted him to know about it. So instead of confronting his curiosity, he brushed it off and opted to talk about something else.“I was wondering… after school today if you wanted to study together for that test coming up on Friday? I also know you have that history report due soon so you could use the time to work on that too.” 

Glancing over at him, your heart swelled with warmth at the sound of his suggestion, your eyes curiously studying his handsome face. You would never admit it to him openly, but some of your journal entries happened to be about the guy walking right next to you. It was a secret you definitely vowed to take to your grave. Nodding in response, you waved at him as you neared your next class, calmly calling out, “Sounds like a plan.”

It had been close to an hour since you two sat in the library together, and the topic of your writing had yet to be brought up. Kyungsoo was unsure why he was so curious about it, but the memory of your passionate gaze and your flying hands was enough to be permanently etched into his brain. It would be yet another thought that spurred on his forbidden feelings for you, yet he didn’t oppose to it.

It was funny how completely oblivious you both were to each other’s feelings.

“Alright,” you voiced distractedly as you shuffled through your papers, “I’m going to go hunt for a book in the history section. I just need one more primary source and I’ll be all done with the report.” You smiled politely before standing up and stretching out your limbs. 

He softly tsked at you in response, smirking at you as his voice feigned disapproval. “Now, now, Y/N. If you hadn’t procrastinated for so long, maybe you would have all of your references cited already. That way, you could have already been-”

“Focusing on the analysis. Yeah, yeah, sue me. I’ve heard this speech from you a thousand times already.” You waved him off, an amused smile tugging at your lips as you walked away. He secretly- always secretly- admired you as you turned to look over your shoulder and shot him a playful wink.

Head over heels is what most people would label his feelings towards you. However, he refused to acknowledge that. He valued you as a friend more than anything, and romantic feelings would only get in the way of that.

His initial plan was to continue finishing up his work while you were gone, but a flash of teal peaking out of your backpack tugged at his attention. His blood froze as he recognized the small journal from earlier that day, his mind falling back on his curiosity prior to your small get together. His fingers itched to grab the notebook, to soothe the questions that lingered in his brain. Glancing away, he tried- tried- to return his focus to his studying, but his curiosity got the best of him. What made Y/N happy so earlier? One peek won’t hurt…

The rational side of him knew it was wrong to invade your privacy, but the irrational and love struck side of him jumped at the opportunity to learn more about you than he already knew. Pulling the small and teal book into his hands, he smiled fondly as he ran his fingertips along the outside. Slowly flinging it open, his eyes immediately snatched onto your writing, instantly being drawn in by this new side of you.

Everything he read captured him, made him question how blind he was this whole time about your pensive nature, the thoughtfulness that seeped through every word. His heartbeat gradually picked up, his eyes trained and absorbing as much information on the page that he could get.

Your intricate words, your careful thoughts imprinted onto his mind similar to how they were on the page, and unknowingly he fell for you even harder. He was drunk on you, on the part of you that you hadn’t revealed to anyone, and he couldn’t contain the burst of adoration he felt for you in his chest. Everything you wrote was raw, completely empowering, and utterly you without him even having to acknowledge it. 

As he flipped through the pages, his hand paused on one in particular when his mind unconsciously picked out something in particular. Scanning the page, his eyes snatched onto a highly familiar word that immediately grabbed his attention. It was his own name.

He gasped audibly, his mind being drawn in as he read the words sprawled across the page. He read faster than he ever has before, somehow terrified that if he didn’t read it fast enough, the ink would disappear.

Kyungsoo was sad today. He never opens up to anyone about what’s on his mind, even me who he considers his best friend. But today, he simply told me, “It’s hard to feel happy when everything is crashing down.” If only I could tell him just how much he’s worth to me… maybe then he would know that he’s not alone.

My English project was about him. All the words I recited, about standing by this ‘him’ I didn’t give a name and that I would never turn my gaze to someone else. It was about Kyungsoo, and he didn’t even know it. He clapped just like everyone else in the class, flashing me a small smile that means he’s proud of me. His eyes shined like the beautiful angel he is. He’ll never know it was about him.

Oh, but now he knows. He hungrily flipped through the book, quickly catching onto the pattern. Whenever you wrote an entry or anything about him, you chose to write in red ink.

He inspires me. His silence has an impact on everyone, making what he has to say even more powerful than he can imagine. He is the embodiment of beauty, of positive influence, and he is completely unaware. How can one quiet boy inflict so much emotion from someone as hectic as me?

I wish he would smile more often. His smile leaves my heart pounding….

….He has to know his worth. If he doesn’t, I’ll shout it from the rooftops. I’ll paint it across his bedroom walls, in order for him to wake up and let it be the first thing he sees. I’ll sing it to him as a lullaby…

...He’s gracious… caring… thoughtful… wise.

Is this what love feels like?

That was the last sentence his eyes were blessed with before the book was snatched out of his grasp, startling him as he shot back in his seat. Slowly raising his eyes, his gaze fell into shock as he registered the betrayal and anger that morphed your features.“Y/N I-I-”

“Ever heard of privacy?” You hissed, your stomach wrenching in fear of what he read. You weren’t stupid; you recognized the red ink on the page he was previously reading when you walked up. You felt stripped bare, like someone had cut you open unwillingly and began studying a side of you that you didn’t want anyone to see. How many times did I write his name in that stupid book? Please tell me he thinks it’s someone else.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I just-”

“No one else is supposed to read that but me. I didn’t take you as the type to snoop,” You snapped coldly, grabbing your belongings as quickly as you could. You were terrified, your stomach squeezing in discomfort at the realization that someone had even gotten a remote glimpse at the part of you that only you knew.

Kyungsoo snapped out of his shock just as you left the library, carelessly throwing all of his stuff into his bag and racing after you. “Wait! Let me just-”

Whirling around, he froze at the sight of your chillingly calm features. “How much did you read?”

Gaping at you, he felt his palms immediately grow clammy. Swallowing thickly, he said in his usual quiet voice, “I read enough.”

Chuckling bitterly, you threw your hands into the air out of exasperation. “This is just perfect. Honestly, the icing on the cake-”

“Be quiet, Y/N.” You froze, surprise casting over your expression as you stared back at a serious Kyungsoo. Taking a deep breath, he braced himself before he began to speak. He was quoting someone. You gasped, realizing he was quoting you.

“‘I will stand by him. He takes everyone by storm, leaving nothing but pure and unadulterated beauty in his wake. Flaws are evident but essential in someone that holds as much beauty as him. He is the eighth wonder. He holds onto my attention and never lets go. If only he could be considered mine,’” He quoted, stepping forward and gently grasped your hands.

“My english assignment,” You stuttered, your heart pounding in your ears as your brain replayed him reciting your own words. The words you had written about him.

He chuckled softly, before reverting his attention to the ground out of shyness. “I was so jealous that day. When you told everyone it was about someone you know, it killed me inside. I wanted it so badly to be about me, that I couldn’t sleep for two days straight thinking about your love for someone else.”

His gaze softened at the sight of your shocked face, his eyes holding your own. “I love you. I’m sorry for invading your privacy, but I don’t regret it. In fact, I am glad I did because if I hadn’t… I wouldn’t have known how you felt about me. I would have continued on being your friend, burying my feelings in order to make you happy.”

“Kyungsoo…”

“I don’t care if you hate me now. I just know that I am desperately in love with you.” His voice sounded vulnerable, containing more emotions than he has ever revealed to you in the past six years that you had known him. He was absolutely moved by the words you had written about him. He wished he could never leave from this moment, as the sheer love he felt for you threatened to burst from within him. His heart raced and his face instantly flushed the moment you stepped forward and pressed a sweet kiss into his cheek.

“I love you too, Do Kyungsoo. I guess there’s going to be a lot of red ink in my journal from now on.”

He could only smile.

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BTS Reaction to you getting really drunk and shouting things at your neighbors off your balcony

Wow wow wow it has been a really long while since I’ve last wrote. I am terribly sorry for the huge delay; school was demanding when I instantly went back. Hopefully now I can be on track and work hard to deliver some good work here :D

-Admin Gray

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Jin: His mouth would fall open as he registered your shouting voice distantly. He knew you were drunk, yes, because you guys had spent the night chatting over a bottle of wine. Since he was worried of the hangover you would have to nurse, he had sent you to the bedroom in order for him to get you a glass of water. Only to now hear your screams. Rushing to the room, his eyes would widen with shock as he vaguely interpreted your slurred shouting, you waving your arms animatedly in the air. “Don’t shout at me, mister! It’s your stupid cat that always hangs around on my balcony. Keep him on a leash!” Afraid you were going to get in trouble, he yelled in shock and rushed to wrap his arms around you, dragging you inside and calling out apologies to the neighbors who didn’t looked amused. “It’s time for bed.”

Suga: He stood back, watching in mild curiosity as your drunken self stood on the balcony. He was close enough if you dared to try anything stupid, but far enough for you not to question his why he was hanging around when he said he was going to clean up the mess you had made. Hearing the neighbors vaguely fill the night air, his body froze when you blatantly started yelling at them. “Hey! Yeah, you! You think it’s cute to blast your music at all hours of the morning all week? Yeah, I’m talking to you. Your music taste is absolute shit-” “Alright, that’s enough for tonight. Show’s over, folks,” Yoongi calmly called out as you yelped in protest, him pulling you inside. Tsking under his breath, he only smirked at you and said, “Well aren’t you a bundle of sunshine when you’re drunk…”

J-Hope: You guys had started an innocent little drinking game, eventually leading Hoseok to passing out on the couch. Waking up to your aggravated yelling, he shot up, disoriented and confused as he rushed to the slightly opened balcony doors. Stepping outside, he took in the situation before him: you leaning over the railing and yelling down at the neighbors who were staring at you with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. Shaking your finger at them, you shouted, “You guys have no respect! Don’t you have any regard for the people around you? All we hear from you guys is constant shouting matches!” Hoseok flushed, feeling second hand embarrassment as he quickly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you. Coaxing you inside, he yelled out a squeaky apology before following you inside.

Rap Monster: He would sit back for a moment, soaking in the irony of the situation. Here you were, having a shouting match with your neighbors while drunk out of your mind, when earlier you had been talking about just how much of a mess Namjoon could be on a daily mess. He would never let you live this down,especially since he had video proof, and he soon stepped in before you said something that would cause the cops to get called. Angrily tugging away from his grip, he would watch on with a amused smile as you stormed back into the house, shaking his head as he realized how embarrassed you actually were going to be in the morning.

Jimin: Jimin would be the embodiment of second hand embarrassment. He would be cringing as he listened to you fumbling with your words, half of what you were saying making no sense as you continued shouting at the perplexed neighbors. Not hesitating to get a hold of you, he yelled down at them to forget your nonsense and that they could expect an apology in the morning, but they only laughed in response. Watching your pouting form sitting on the bed, Jimin could only shake his head in disappointment. What am I going to do with you?

Taehyung: Taehyung would let you have your fun, but only for a moment and before things got too aggressive. Secretly, he enjoyed not being the one who needed to be looked after for once, and he soon realized that you would not be thrilled to find out about your antics of screaming at innocent bystanders due to your drunkenness. So, he would then proceed to gently persuade you to come inside, offering up snacks and cuddles which led you to falling asleep before he knew it. Sighing, he would call his neighbors and apologize profusely, hating the idea of someone looking down on you, but they reassured him that they understood some people have their nights. Holding you close, he didn’t look forward to your reaction in the morning, nonetheless he would be there to help you through the trauma.

Jungkook: Jungkook would be frozen, unsure of how to react as he took in the situation before him. You were dangerously leaning over the balcony edge, egging on the hotheaded neighbor and insulting him because he failed to throw out his trash consistently. Jungkook knew for sure that you could practically get under anyone’s skin quickly, and his point was proven when the neighbor grew red in the face. “Come on,” he tried tugging on your arms, and you only slightly put up a fight before you gave in and let him lead you inside. “You are one strange person when you’re drunk,” he uttered, sighing when he noticed your unfocused gaze, “And let’s hope the neighbors can forgive you for your stupidity.” “Hey!”

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Another Name

Summary: Where Namjoon makes a grave mistake that leaves both of your hearts shattered.

Type: Angst

Member: Namjoon x Reader

Length: 1, 168 words

First off, it’s been so long since I have written, and for that I am so sorry. I was pretty swamped with life and schedules and I hope a lil angst will help make up for it (it probably won’t haha). Thank you all for being patient and understanding. I hope I can continue posting more consistently from now on. Now here’s some Namjoon, who I happen to enjoy writing for at any time.

-Admin Gray

The blaring of your ringtone sharply cuts through the silent air, successfully pulling you out of your dreamless sleep. Blinking your eyes open, you squinted towards your bedside table at the distinct time on your clock: 1:13 am.

Cursing loudly, you unplugged your now silent phone, using one hand to rub at your eyes as you checked the illuminated screen. (3) Missed Calls from: Joonie. Sitting upright quickly, you stare at the screen now wide awake. It was common for Namjoon to be up at this time, but it was uncommon for him to call you this late. He knew you were typically asleep at this time. Especially on weekdays. It happened to be Thursday, and he had called three times already.

Something’s wrong. You nervously nipped at your bottom lip as the line started ringing, the longer it took put you more on edge. Your mind ran through the past few weeks. It was true that recently Namjoon and you were having some problems. He had a random temper that would flare whenever you least expected it. Lately, it had seemed to come more often than usual. The end result: the cold shoulder for days on end.

It was a cycle that had yet to be broken: bickering, explosion, cold shoulder, make up, then repeat. You were slowly growing tired of it, but you had hope that you and Namjoon would get past this rift. We love each other.

“Baby! I knew you’d call back!” His loud voice caused you to wince and adjust your grip, your mind registering his excited words.

“Joon- Namjoon. Why are you calling so late? Is everything alright?” Your worry seeped through your words and you wanted to hit yourself. We are in the cold shoulder phase, yet he seemed so excited when I picked up. Let’s not push it, Y/N, you reasoned, tuning in when his slurring voice filled your ear.

“Late?” He giggled, moving the phone which caused obnoxious rustling before he gasped. “Wow! It’s past thirteen hours!” Curse his cute nerdy side when he’s intoxicated. “I’m sorry, baby. I just. . . I miss you.” He sounded more serious towards the end, the background noise dying down as he sighed.

“Can you. . . can you come pick me up? Please?”

“Where are you?”

“Islander’s Ice.” Of course. The bar he frequented with his friends whenever he wanted-or needed- a drink. Pulling your comforter off of your tired body, the last words you uttered before hanging up were, “I’ll be there in twenty.”

He was waiting outside when you pulled up, a bottle precariously hanging from his hands. Approaching him slowly, you took in his disheveled appearance with confusion, looking around for any of his friends.“You’re here alone?” 

Looking up at your voice, he seemed to look through you as he shakily stood up. His eyes remained unfocused and his form unstable, yet he refused your hands when you tried to help him.His hair was messy and sticking up at awkward angles, but your heart still managed to flutter. This is the most I’ve been able to look at him for a while.

You indulged in studying him for a few more moments, half out of worry and the other half out of admiration, but his deep voice snapped you out of it. “Can you take me home?” Your heart clenched at his suggestion, knowing full well he was referring to his own apartment. This was confirmation that he was still angry with you, yet you didn’t argue as you followed through with his request.

Reaching his apartment complex, you slowly shut off your car as your eyes trailed to Namjoon in the passenger seat. His eyes were closed, but fluttering as his face transformed occasionally out of thought. He looked bothered, upset by whatever he was thinking as he continued to sit there. That’s when it struck you hard. Why was he out drinking alone in the first place?

Right as you opened your mouth to speak, he beat you to it. “How could I hurt Y/N like this?” His whispered words filtered into the still air, causing you to stiffen. Staring at him in bewilderment, you wondered how drunk he actually was considering he was unaware you were the one sitting next to him.

His eyes were still closed, his eyebrows furrowed as his mind seemed to race. When suddenly, he took you completely off guard- he whimpered. He whimpered as if in physical pain, you heart wrenching as your ears registered the sound from your boyfriend’s throat. Your mouth grew dry as your mind recalled his previous words. You questioned what he meant about hurting you, and whimpering after saying it.

Shaking it off, you decide to confront him about it after he sobered up. Helping him out of the car, you silently led him to the apartment and impatiently stood there as he fumbled with his keys until you finally gave in and helped him. 

Staggering inside, he slowly headed to his bedroom with you in tow. You stood in the doorway while he awkwardly tugged off his shoes, almost face planting in the process, before proceeding to struggle with pulling off his jacket. After succeeding- if you could call it that- he threw himself onto his bed face first and became still.

“Do you need anything before I leave?” You quietly asked, debating staying the night in case he got sick. His chuckling cut off any of your worrying thoughts.

“Now I’m hearing her voice. I’m going crazy.” His muffled voice confused you even more, making you wonder what he was even talking about at this point.Flipping onto his back, he threw his arms over his eyes before sighing out. Then, in a quiet and weak voice you have never heard from him in the entirety of knowing him, he uttered, “It was a mistake.”

“What was?” You whispered, suddenly afraid.

“Calling you was a mistake.” You shouldn’t have been surprised at this point since he continued to surprise you all night, but out of nowhere he started to cry- and you were very, very afraid. Fear settled in your stomach as you watched your boyfriend’s body shake with quiet sobs. Why is he like this?

“I. . . I love Y/N, okay? I love her so much,” He cried out, sounding broken. Moving to walk towards him, you paused as he continued his sullen words. “What happened was a mistake. It was a one time thing. I’m sorry for calling you once again, but what happened between won’t keep happening. I’m sorry, Naeun. I love Y/N. I’m sorry.”Your heart iced over, his words ringing in your ears. Naeun. One time thing. Mistake. Calling you again. 

Suddenly, Namjoon wasn’t the only one crying anymore.

You wished you hadn’t picked up the phone.

Maybe then, this could’ve been a dream.

Maybe then, you wouldn’t feel so empty.

In this case, you found yourself facing a harsh reality. One without a happy ending.

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To Be Brave

Summary: In which you stand up for a friend, and have to deal with the consequences.

Type: Angst/Drama/Fluff Ending

Member: Jimin x Reader

Length: 3077 words

Warnings: Language, Bullying/Harrassment

The funny thing is, that the nickname for Jimin in this correlates to what I call him in real life. Especially recently, just looking at him lifts my mood and makes me feel better. I’ve been having a tough couple of days, so I hope this is up to par and that you genuinely like it. Because Park Jimin is my angel, and recently he has become my source of warmth in the coldness of nights when I’m alone. Wowowow I sound sad, I am very sorry! Enjoy my first ever Jimin scenario.

P.S.,

This made me happy to be able to write for my first Jimin scenario. He is my bias wrecker, and I have an INCREDIBLE soft spot for him, so I genuinely enjoyed how I portrayed him in this. Hopefully you’ll feel the same

-Admin Gray

“Park Jimin!” You hollered, waving your arms wildly even though his back was turned to you. You watched as he reacted quickly, looking over his shoulder in alarm before a beautiful smile lit up his features. Approaching quickly, you spot the book sprawled in his lap and his abandoned lunch messily thrown on the lunch table. “I see you love the school lunch today.”

Still smiling softly, he brushed off your words before reaching onto his tray and handing you his orange. Smiling as a thanks, you started peeling it as you watched him lost in the novel he was reading. By the time you were finished peeling the orange, he had finished the chapter he was reading and setting aside the book.

“What brings you to my lovely safe haven?” He questioned, unwrapping his untouched sandwich. Chewing slowly at your orange, you’re this close to teasing him for his supposed safe haven since he was tucked into the corner of the cafeteria, but decide against it as you think of your response.

“Am I not allowed to sit with my best friend?”

“Well yeah but… I don’t know, I would think you would want to sit with more people.” Jimin hid his disappointed tone, but you instantly caught on to the sadness in his expression before he wiped it off. Park Jimin was an angel sent to you in your life at a time where you needed someone the most. Things had been bad last year- with family and school, life was really roughing you up and you felt like you had no one to turn to for support. That was the essential moment that Jimin walked into your life, taking you by the hand and leading you out of all storms. His smile was so bright, it lit up every single dark room in the crevices of your mind, forbidding anything forlorn to overtake you. He showed you the untainted good in the world, the genuine smiles that couldn’t be brought down by anything. He was your true definition of beauty. Although you viewed him as your gift, no one else seemed to notice him.

And if they did notice him… well, apparently they viewed him as an easy target. Since he was a total sweetheart, he was easily taken advantage of if people chose to be sweet to him. And if that wasn’t the case, people wanted to damage him, to tear him down for his purity. It angered you to hear what people said about him, especially the guys. They called him weak, for being considerate. They called him dumb, for being selfless. It sickened you to know how people viewed the actual goodness in the world. Instead of spreading it, they wanted it to crash and burn. And so, if people couldn’t get to Jimin emotionally, they always tried to physically.

“Why would I want to sit with anyone else? You’re my favorite person, remember?” You grinned, nudging your shoulder into his, which in turn made the sadness wash away from his face. How could people view him as a threat, as something they needed to eliminate? We need more people like him in this world.  “So what are you reading?”

His gaze lit up, warming you up as he excitedly started to describe it. “It’s about this guy, you know the typical underdog, who is going through his life trying to figure out his purpose. Whoever he meets, he deems insignificant and just goes through everything without any emotion. He died thinking that he made no mark in the world, only to wake up in another time period. Until he figures out how he’s supposed to change the world, he’s stuck living over and over again in different generations. Sometimes it takes years, sometimes it’s the day after he died previously. It’s interesting stuff.”

Resting your head in your hand, you listened to him drone on and on about his book, pausing often to see if you had any questions. He was so beautiful to you, the most beautiful guy you had ever laid eyes on, and you felt lucky to call him your best friend. It was just hard to convince him of that; instead of a blessing, he saw himself as a burden. Although you viewed him as a miracle, he looked at himself as a curse. He never explained why.

Glancing down at his wristwatch, you watched as Jimin’s face fell in disappointment. “Our next class starts in three minutes.”

Sighing, you stood up and patted his shoulder affectionately. “Let’s head out then, Minnie.”

“I told you to quit calling me that Y/N! If anyone hears you, they’re going to think you nicknamed me after Minnie Mouse.”

“Maybe I did.”

“Stop.” Giggling, you both started on your way to your next class, mindlessly talking about whatever sprung into your mind. Everything was fine and peaceful- until someone slammed into Jimin from behind and sent him flying.

“Jimin! Are you okay?” You bent down, immediately grabbing onto his arm for support. His eyes trailed to behind you, his gaze darkening and his mouth screwing shut. Gently brushing off your hold, he stood to his feet and quietly uttered, “I’m fine, Y/N. Let’s just go-”

“Yeah, he’s fine, Y/N. Can’t you see that he’s only close to crying?” Spinning around, your eyes narrowed on the guy who was standing too close to you guys, cockiness written all over his features. If it wasn’t obvious before, it was now as he stared at Jimin with oozing confidence. This dick slammed into Jimin on purpose.

“Do you have a problem?” You snapped, eyeing the built dude in front of you. You felt your anger rising as he continued to stare at Jimin with a smirk on his face, as if this wasn’t the first time this has happened. Your eyes slowly trailed to Jimin’s quiet form, a lightbulb going off in your head. His eyes were casted to the floor, his body not at all in a threatening position. This was when you realized that this wasn’t the first time this douche had messed with Jimin.

You hadn’t realized people had slightly gathered around you, interested and curious about what was unfolding between you and the guy who obviously liked picking on your best friend. However, you didn’t seem to care as your mind became clouded with anger. Standing in front of Jimin to block the guy’s view, you repeat yourself.

“What did you say to me?” He asked, his expression wiping off any amusement now as his chilling eyes raked your body.

“Did I stutter, asshole?” You raised your eyebrows, people murmuring with excitement at your words. The guy clenched his fists at your words, taking a threatening step forward.

“Listen, bitch, this isn’t your fight. What, does he need his mommy to protect him from the dangers of the world?” People broke off into laughter, causing you to scoff. 

“In case you haven’t noticed,” You spoke in a sickly sweet voice, “That wasn’t a fight. It was you being a coward as you blindsided him and attacked him from behind. Because trust me,” you paused once again, looking him up and down, “If he wanted to, he could knock out a twig like you.”

Oooh, the people gathered called in unison, some even teasing the guy you were facing. His nostrils flared in irritation, his finger threateningly pointing at you the moment you started speaking. “I would watch who you were talking to like that. Maybe little Jimin here shouldn’t be my target.” You felt Jimin’s soft touch grab onto your shoulder, and his pleading whispers of trying to get you to leave the situation, but you couldn’t stop now. You were not going to back down from a pathetic punk who liked to intimidate people for fun.

“You think you’re scary? You should be a comedian because you’re making us laugh more than quiver in fear. You need a reality check; your pathetic stunts aren’t impressive. They make you look sad. So instead of messing with people who have better things to do than engage in conversation with you, why don’t you stomp your way out of here before you really get a reality check.” The crowd whooped and cheered, impressed by your smooth comebacks that seemed to piss off the unfamiliar guy who didn’t know how to respond. 

The crowd dispersed as the guy stormed off, glancing back to stare at you with a cold glare. Something unsettling filled you when your eyes met his from down the hall, but you brushed it off, glad that you were able to stick up for Jimin.

A few days later, Jimin had taken to avoiding you, because he was embarrassed for being seen as weak in front of you and for putting you in a compromising position. You tried to talk some sense into him, but he insisted he wanted space. So that’s exactly what you gave him.

One day after school, you had stayed late for some tutoring and barely started walking home as the sun started to go down. You got a strange feeling of being watched, so you picked up the pace, sticking your keys in between your fingers in case anyone tried to attack you. Sighing in relief when your neighborhood came into view, you eased up a bit. That was your exact mistake.

Suddenly, someone ambushed you from behind, wrapping a firm hold around your body and ultimately pinning you to them as they pulled you into the alleyway you happened to be passing. Immediately opening your mouth to scream, they shoved their other hand over your lips, effectively shutting you up. Struggling aggressively, you tossed your body around in his arms in hopes of breaking out of his grasp, but he was too strong. So you went with your next option: biting his hand. 

 Yelping in pain, he threw you hard into the ground, causing you to scrape your knees bad as you slammed into the floor. Groaning at the sensitivity in your knees, you tried processing the force of your fall as you held yourself up by your hands. Your next mistake was not reacting quickly enough, because next thing you knew your side was on fire as his foot swung straight at you, causing you to slam into the alley wall.

The wind was knocked out of you, so you tried gasping as you blinked rapidly at the pain. It hurt to take in a full breath, so you continued panting as you tried to reel in your thoughts, your mind trying to focus on your attacker. You felt your heartbeat falter as you recognized who was standing above you: the guy you had embarrassed in front of everyone, the guy who hurt Park Jimin. “What?”

“Get up.” Shaking your head, you tried to sit up, only to land on your back again for the pain shooting across your stomach. He must’ve really kicked me hard. “Did you not hear me? I said,” His anger was releasing off of him in waves, and you suddenly felt more fear in your life than you ever had as he raised his foot again to kick you. Stopping at the last moment, he reached down and roughly pulled you to your feet, allowing you to get a closer look at his face. “Did you honestly think I was going to let it go? How you mouthed off and embarrassed me in front of everyone? Huh?”

You didn’t answer him, afraid you would say the wrong thing. That was the wrong decision, because next thing you knew, you were being shoved roughly into the wall, your ears ringing from the pain. Gasping in pain, you doubled over to try and compose yourself, but he wasn’t having it. Holding you up against the wall, he said, “You will not get in my business anymore, got it? Whatever I do to your friend is none of your concern. And if you open your mouth one more time…” He smirked, lightly slapping your cheek and causing you to flinch. “Now get your ass out of here.”

Limping over to Jimin’s lunch table, you hesitated to even sit with him today. He had texted you last night, the same night you happened to be attacked, letting you know that he missed sitting with you at lunch and wanted you to be with him today. Composing your pained expression, you kept it together as you circled the table, sitting across from him.

Shooting you his brilliant and golden smile, you felt stinging at the back of your eyes as your mind replayed the events of last night. Was that what Jimin had to go through all the time with that guy? Just because he’s an easy target?

His smile fell once he noticed your exhausted features, and his face turned concerned. “Are you okay, Y/N? You’re not looking too good.”

Putting up a facade, you threw him a grin. “I’m fine. Got an orange for me today?” He obviously wasn’t buying it, but he decided to let it go since he had been avoiding you all week and didn’t want to give you a reason to be angry at him. But he knew something was up whenever you would shift in your seat and slightly grimace. And he noticed how stiff you were in your seat. He definitely caught onto how you sat across from him instead of next to him; you always sat next to him.

Halfway through lunch, you stood up slowly, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “I think I’m going to go to the nurse. I have a little headache that I don’t want to have next period.” His eyes narrowed, taking in your wobbly figure as you walked and noticing quickly how you were slightly limping. He was not going to let this go, deciding the next time he saw you was when he would demand to know what was going on.

Not making much of it, Jimin didn’t register how his ‘bully’ had walked out after you not even thirty seconds later, until Jimin’s mind started putting two and two together. Noticing how the guy had eased up on his actions, often smirking and winking at Jimin whenever they passed by each other in the hallway. And how you were in pain and avoiding meeting Jimin’s eyes. It all clicked in that exact moment, him scrambling to grab all of his stuff. 

Rushing out of the cafeteria, he started sprinting down the hall towards the nurse, his heart clenching painfully as his brain conjured up the worst. Y/N, where are you? Please be okay. Please…

Reaching the nurse, his heart dropped when he noticed you weren’t in there, and he stepped out into the hallway as his brain flew into panic mode. Maybe she’s just in the bathroom, he thought as he pulled at his hair, Maybe it was a coincidence he walked out right after she did. 

He would not believe that. He needed to know where she was at now. And like you had heard his thoughts, he heard the echo of your voice emanate down the hall, immediately springing into action as he followed your voice. It seemed to be coming from the stairway right around the corner at the end, and he licked his lips in anticipation as he prepared himself for what he might face. Turning the corner, his stomach churned drastically as he witnessed the sight.

There you were, a pained expression displayed across your face as he pressed you into the wall, his menacing voice threatening you as your eyes started to water. But Park Jimin couldn’t hear what he was saying, all his mind could register was your damaged form up against the wall, in pain and grimacing from his own attacker. He felt his heartbeat rise, his temper flare, and his fists clench as his mind went into overdrive. Right when he raised his hand to slap you, Jimin lost it.

It was all a blur after that. 

You froze upon seeing his bully raise his hand, but your mouth dropped when you spotted Jimin’s black hair and his hand immediately grab onto your attacker’s hand midair, effectively stopping the blow. You gasped, not recognizing the rage written all over Jimin as he spoke in a hoarse voice you’ve never heard from him, “You’re going to regret ever putting your hands on her.”

The beast was unleashed, and you can remember screaming for Jimin to stop, but it was no use. Once his rage was unraveled, he couldn’t reel it back up again. All Jimin could picture was your weakened state, and how it was not the first time. You were limping because of the guy underneath him.

 In the end, he needed to be pulled off by two teachers.

The guy was okay, his face was brutally damaged and he was unconscious by the time people heard the commotion. Registering the situation, Jimin’s anger completely dissipated as his mind became overwhelmed with concerns for you. Rushing to you, he cupped your face into his hands as he gasped out, “Are you okay? Where did he hurt you?”

Brushing off his words, you could only hold him in your arms as you shakily embraced him, thankful that he had been there to help you. You were grateful he wasn’t hurt, and as horrible as it was to know that the blood on his knuckles wasn’t his, it was a comfort to know that he wasn’t his own. Holding onto each other, you both felt the tension release from your bodies, seeking solace in each other’s embrace. 

There would be explaining to do, and a lot would have to be broken down in order for Jimin to stay out of trouble, but you had each other. And that was all that mattered.

That day held many lessons, most of what you both could do better in the future. Jimin did not get in trouble, and the guy had been expelled and charged for harassing multiple students- even more than Jimin and you.

And although there were lessons to keep in mind from the situation, you knew one thing for sure: Park Jimin proved to be your angel in the past, but he was now deemed your guardian angel for life. 

And together, you and your guardian angel could make it through anything.