pairing: intern! park jimin + doctor! kim taehyung + doctor! reader
genre: fluff, angst + doctor! au
word count: 3.1k
warning: So I’m going to apologize in advance if any medical terms, scenarios or such are incorrect!! I did a bit of research to try and make it as accurate as possible but if anything is wrong, I’m sorry!! But please do let me know if anything is incorrect so I can fix it! Also, this is super overdue like months maybe so I apologize for that! Enjoy!!!
parts 1 2 3
A choice: “an act of selecting or making a decision when faced with two or more possibilities.” In this case, your choice would make one and break the other.
Flashback
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” you scoffed as Jimin slouched into the couch, “Hey, I’m serious here.”
“Jimin, you’re literally one of the best dancers I know. What do you mean you’re not good enough to go and audition at that dance academy,” you said, frowning at your best friend.
You didn’t know why he couldn’t see what everyone else could. How much of an amazing dancer he was, his every move like the ocean breeze, soft yet powerful and had enough power to steal one’s breath away.
Slouching even further into the couch, his body almost folding into a ball, he mumbled, “Yea right. You haven't even see the other audition tapes that I’ve seen. They're just too good.”
Turning to face him better, you held his shoulder tightly and said, “Look, we’re only 17. We still have so much in life okay? Trying something out is never going to be a waste. Take it as a challenge and just another experience in life. And so what if you don’t get in? Not only are they going to lose a great and passionate dancer, but also an amazing person.”
Seeing the corners of Jimin’s lips raise at the slightest, you knew you had done your job.
“See, that's what I’m talking abo- oh!” you yelped as Jimin suddenly pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist as he hugged you tightly. Blinking, your lips parted in shock as you felt your heart beat at an erratic rate.
“J-Jim-”
“Thank you.” he whispered softly, “Thank you for always being there for me, especially when nobody else is.”
Ignoring the flutters in your stomach, you simply smiled widely before hugging him back, “You’re always welcome.”
Present Day
“J-Jimin?” you stammered, your voice falling short as the boy in front of you looked up. His own eyes widened, mirroring yours as a frantic look that once endowed his face disappeared, now replaced with one of surprise and utter confusion.
“Y/N?” he replied, disbelief in his voice as he laughed, shaking his head, “Is that really you?”
“Alive and breathing,” you replied, laughter spilling past your lips.
Giving you no time to think, Jimin quickly approached you and engulfed you in a hug. Even though it had nearly been ten years, you’d never fail to recognize Jimin’s hugs. Everything from the way his arms wrapped around you to the way his heart beat steadily in his chest, you knew, this was your best friend.
“I can’t believe it. T-They didn’t even tell me who my doctor was, they just gave me a room number, but- Wow! I never thought I’d see you again,” he whispered the last part as he pulled away, still holding you in his arms.
Chuckling, you gave him a wide smile before hitting his chest lightly, “But what are you doing here? I didn’t know you were going into med?!”
“Well what can you say, I didn’t think I would be either.” he joked, as you chuckled in response, a small yet comfortable silence falling over the both of you.
Park Jimin
If you were to name someone who made you the person you were today, it would’ve been him. Since elementary to high school, the both of you were thick and thin, always there for each other even when you had managed to get into new things, get new friends and become new people.
But as graduation came along, so did college. And with the both of you interested in two different things: you wanting to pursue your dream career and Jimin wanting to pursue his dream hobby, you both traveled across the world and eventually contact fell out.
You never really believed in miracles, or fate, or any such things, but seeing Jimin again, made you think differently.
"I don't even know what to say. It’s been long, hasn’t it,” you chuckled, still not believing your eyes as Jimin smiled brightly, his words melting your heart, "I always knew you'd make it far, Y/N."
And as you smiled back, came back the rapid beating of your heart and the nervous flutters in your stomach, and before you knew it, falling for Jimin had been as easy as it was years ago.
As a couple hours passed, with you giving Jimin the tour of the hospital, it was finally time for lunch. Walking out of your office with Jimin, your lunch in one hand, you were laughing at something he said when you heard a someone call your name.
"Y/N!" a deep voice called as you and Jimin both turned around to see Taehyung walking towards you with a pretty young girl sauntering beside him.
"Hey! Do you wanna have lunch with us?" Taehyung asked, as his eyes made its way to Jimin before gesturing towards him and saying, "Is this your intern?"
You nodded and nudged Jimin, motioning him to introduce himself as Jimin stuck his hand out and said, "Hi, I'm Park Jimin, Y/N's intern."
Smiling widely, Taehyung shook his hand back and said," Well, I'm Kim Taehyung, one of the best surgeons here at (Hospital's Name)."
Scoffing you retorted, "The best? The last time we were in surgery you almost cut into a nerve, remember?"
Hearing a gasp of surprise from his side, your eyes fell on a short figure who stood next to him. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail as she wore a name tag, the name Eunhae written in cursive. Her eyes were big and wide as she stared at Taehyung, her lips parting when she squeaked, "You did w-what?!"
Coughing, Taehyung rubbed the back of his neck as he flushed deeply, shooting you a look that said I'll get you for that later before joking, "Hey now, they don't need to know all that. But since I met your intern, this is mine. Kang Eunhae, this is Dr. Y/N L/N."
The girl gave you a sweet smile, her pearly whites gleaming at you as she said in a high voice, "It's so nice to meet you, Doctor!"
Smiling yourself, you said, "You too Eunhae-ssi. And don't take what I said too much too mind, Dr. Kim here is really a great doctor. You can trust me on that." you finished with a wink directed in his direction.
He rolled his eyes and said," She already knew that, didn't you Eunhae?" to the girl who smiled up at him, her cheeks a rosy pink as her eyes sparkled in response, her voice light as she replied with a small yes.
Biting your lip as you stifle your laughter, you gave Jimin a look to which he returned as you both stared at the girl who was evidently awe-struck by Taehyung.
I mean, it was obvious. Taehyung was quite attractive. His face and body proportions were fit to be a model, and the charm that exuded him, well, the ladies could simply never escape it. Something you learned from being by his side basically all of college and med school.
"What?" Taehyung asked as he looked at the two of sharing secret glances before you quickly shook your head, "Oh it's nothing. We should get going? I'm starving." you laughed, as Jimin nodded beside you.
Giving you a weird look, Taehyung simply shook his head and chuckled before all of you walked to the break room to have your lunch together.
"So you've known him since you guys were kids?" Taehyung asked as you nodded, popping a piece of popcorn in your mouth before handing the bowl back to him.
"Yup, it's crazy, isn't it? We were really close too. Both our parents were family friends and I'd known him since elementary school all through high school but then we went to different colleges and just drifted off I guess." you said, as you flipped through channels, nothing managing to catch your interest.
Taehyung hummed in response and said, "Well that explains it."
Looking over at him, you raised your eyebrows and said, "Explains what?"
Shaking his head lightly, he chuckled softly, "There was something that seemed weird at first like you two looked really comfortable with each other. Besides, knowing you for like the last 10 years I knew how you are with people you first meet, so it just felt odd that you two seemed so close all of a sudden."
"Someone has me figured out already." you teased, as you shoved him playfully to which he rolled his eyes and said, "Literally, how could I not. I was basically your only friend through college."
"Were not!" you gasped, holding your hand to your chest in offense. Just as you were about to continue arguing against the fact that you very much were not a loner throughout college, you heard a loud knock coming from the front door.
Both your heads turned in unison towards the front door, as Taehyung raised his brow, asking, "Were you expecting someone?"
Pursing your lips, you shook your head no lightly, as you stood up from the couch, before making your way to your front door. As you opened it, your vision was quickly filled with a familiar outline as you were met with a warm smile.
"Jimin?" you said, as you chuckled in disbelief for the second time that day, "What are you doing here?"
Giving you an embarrassed smile, Jimin rubbed the back of his head before saying, "I know it's pretty late but I thought we could just catch up for a bit? If you’re free?"
"Y/N, who is it-?” Taehyung started as he stood behind you, his tall figure peering over your shoulder. The voice quickly caught Jimin’s attention, making him look behind you when you saw his eyes widen in surprise.
"Dr. Taehyung?" he remarked, the surprise evident on his face, before you chuckled nervously, looking between the two, "Yea, we were just watching a movie together-"
"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt the both of you..." he trailed off apologetically to which you quickly shook your head, "No, it's fine! We weren't really watching anything important, right Taehyung-ah?"
Taehyung beside you nodded but instead gave you a tight smile in return, "Right." he said plainly before Jimin rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"Did you have something in mind?" you asked quickly, to which Jimin nodded, "I just thought we could get some coffee together, but Dr. Taehyung, it'd be great if you could come along too."
"It's just Taehyung out of work," Taehyung said to which Jimin smiled and chuckled," Taehyung it is then."
"Well, I'll just go get changed and we can go?" you asked to which the both boys nodded, before you disappeared back into your apartment, rushing to your room to put on some more appropriate clothing for the cold night.
"So, how long have you guys been dating?" Jimin asked cautiously, stirring the cup of coffee in his hand.
Almost choking, you laughed as you quickly shook your head. Feeling Taehyung stiffen beside you at the question, you looked at him and raised your eyebrows when he quickly replied with a playful grin on his face, "As if I'd date this mess."
You scoffed, shoving his shoulder playfully when you remarked, "Feelings mutual Kim."
"But Jimin, how was your dance academy?" you asked, remembering how he had wanted to major so badly in dance all high school, always going to dance lessons every day after school, having competitions, dance battles and performances to which you had always attended.
His face immediately brightened, although it was quick to disappear as he sighed softly, "It was amazing, but I think it made me realize that it was just a hobby and I didn't think I could've made it big–"
"Jimin..." you trailed off, "You really could've, I mean you're one of the best dancers I've ever seen."
"But just think, if I never quit, I would've never seen you again."
You laughed at that, teasing him, "Right, and that's the worst isn't it."
"I didn't know you danced." Taehyung piped up suddenly, his eyes gazing at him in a way that suddenly had your skin crawling.
Jimin looked over at him and chuckled, "I guess I don't really look like it, do I?"
Taehyung's eyes were quick to widen as he shook his head, "N-no! I just–" he started, "Anyways, what made you change into medicine?"
"I guess I'd always wanted to be a doctor since I was a kid but dance took over my life in high school and blinded me for a while. But I think I know what I want to do now." Jimin smiled, giving you a pointed look.
"And it helps that I have possibly the best mentor to teach me," he added jokingly making you blush softly as Taehyung laughed beside you although not failing to notice how forced it had sounded.
If you hadn’t known Taehyung for as long as you had, you would’ve brushed off the signs but everything from the way he sat beside you, to his hands clasped together tightly in his lap and the forced smile on his face, you knew something was wrong, but you just didn’t know what.
As you gave him a slight nudge, your brows raising lightly as to ask him if everything was alright? Jimin spoke up.
"So, how long have you known Y/N, Taehyung?" Jimin asked.
"Since the first year of college, so around ten years, I'd say," Taehyung replied, a certain challenging tone in his voice that started to make you frown.
But knowing how oblivious Jimin was at times, he simply grinned and said, "Wow! Although I do have to say, I beat you by just a couple years," he joked, his eyes disappearing with the wide smile he gave the two of you.
However, Taehyung simply smiled grimly in return, making you instantly feel uncomfortable as a silence washed over the three of you.
Jimin briefly looked at you, his eyebrow raising in question when you quickly intercepted, "Ahh, well we should probably get going. It's getting pretty late and we have an early shift tomorrow. Taehyung?"
"Yea." he simply said, making you sigh inwardly. What had gotten into him?
Standing up, Jimin laughed softly, although even you could tell at that point he was forcing it too. "That's okay!" Jimin said, "But we should all definitely get some coffee together again!"
Gathering your things, you got up too, Taehyung quickly following in suit behind you. Giving Jimin a hug, you pulled away and gave him a warm smile before reminding him, “10 AM tomorrow, don’t be late this time.”
“Yes ma’am,” Jimin quipped, before giving you a wink as you laughed back.
After saying your final goodbyes to Jimin, Taehyung and you walked out of the café and made your way back to your apartment in silence, when you suddenly couldn't take it anymore.
"Taehyung, what was that?" you questioned, an underlying anger laced within your voice as Taehyung stopped mid-step.
He turned and raised an eyebrow at you, as he shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't know what you're talking about." before he continued to walk towards your apartment complex.
"Well, maybe the fact that you were being completely rude to Jimin?" you retorted as you caught up to him, looking at him from the side when you saw him huff in annoyance.
"I wasn't. That's just the way I always talk," he replied so casually it made you clench your fists at your side.
"No you don't, Taehyung." you muttered heavily under your breath.
"Oh yea, then how do I talk?" he snapped, making you whirl around in front of him, giving him an incredulous look.
"Are you giving me attitude now? After what you just did?” you fumed, finding yourself in absolute disbelief. Where did the Kim Taehyung you knew from a mere couple hours ago, disappear?
"What exactly did I do?!" he shot back, making you groan out loud.
You couldn't believe him.
“You were treating Jimin like actual shit, that’s what! I-I don’t even know why you were acting the way you were, being unresponsive, giving him cold looks, like what was the point of that?!” you yelled, your face burning in absolute anger at this point.
“I just wasn’t in the mood.” Taehyung responded coldly making you scoff, and before you could say anything else, he added, “Maybe next time you can just go see him yourself if I’m so ‘rude’ to him.”
Feeling like he had just knocked the air out of your lungs, you stared at him, blinking in absolute shock, as you spluttered, the anger rising in you as the seconds passed, “Fine! Be that way. See if I care. But if anyone's acting real immature, it's you Kim Taehyung." you snapped as you stormed off, muttering colorful language under your breath as you left Taehyung standing there alone, with no regret.
Sitting in bed, you read over the text as your fingers hovered over the send button.
Taehyung, do you want to talk about it?
Finally deciding against it, you let out a sigh before setting your phone back on your nightside table. Nestling into your covers, you pulled your blanket up before thinking to yourself, You’ll figure it out. The two of you always do.
As you were sound asleep, your phone lit up, it’s dim light illuminating the room as a text filled your lock screen.
✧ future content: mafia!au, casino!au, crimes, violence, weapons, unhealthy relationships, smut (hehe), and other mature content. Read at your own risk.
✧ summary: You ran into Jeon Jungkook, a rich man who was full of nothing else but himself. But to find out later he was the crime lord of his organization “Agma”, you realized you loved dancing with the devil just a little too much.
✧ prologue | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven
✧ amazing moodboard made by the sweetheart @jungsouup - go check them out! thank you again! ♥
Your best friend Hana swung her hips effortlessly to the upbeat bass of the music, while you were just sitting there and watching her. She looked beautiful and natural, the dance floor was definitely her home, you thought. But you on the other side, found yourself in the club at this late time only because you were forced to go. Hana would make a pouty face, her eyes turning watery and puppy-like until you finally gave in because you couldn’t resist to let her go without you. And every time you did that, you regretted it afterwards and asked yourself why you came in the first place.
You found the drunk and impudent people more amusing than the music, the location or the night life itself. Still, you wore a nice black dress which fitted you tightly, hugging your silhouette perfectly. On that matter, you sipped on your coke silently, nobody would ever notice you, everyone was too busy to care for anyone else but themselves. Except him.
You eyed him – a tall and fit man wearing a fancy black suit – some time that night already. He was casually sitting in his VIP lounge, some other men but as well as gorgeous girls around him. He owned that place, you could tell by first glance. You weren’t gonna lie, he was handsome – his dark hair was put up in a cocky way, letting his arrogant look showing. Laughing to yourself, you were hundred percent sure, women fell over him for that looks. And you bet you would too. But you knew for a fact, how these guys were; looking for an innocent girl to hook up while those girls were nothing else but gold diggers.
You knew it too well, you’ve been here countless times and have observed the whole show. The simplicity of it opened your eyes, and usually went like this; The rich man would get what he wanted and the girl would crave him even more afterwards but ended up crying and whining about not having a serious relationship. Though, they would come back here, just to do that again and again. It was pathetic, but at least amusing for you.
Again, you took a glance at him but immediately looked away when you saw him sipping on his drink and staring at you. You felt his eyes still on you and suddenly shivers rolling down your spine. Your look swayed around trying to catch anything to focus on but him. It didn’t help, your eyes fell right back on him and you were right, he was gazing at you. Unknown of the reason you felt uncomfortable, asking yourself why he would stare at you like this. The bright light brushed over his face rapidly and you could catch his lips smirking, devilish. It wasn’t like you were interested in him, at all, but you just didn’t want to get approached the way every girl got in here.
He raised his glass in front of him, symbolizing „Cheers” over to you but you didn’t react. Instead, you searched for Hana trying to keep an eye on her so she wouldn’t do anything crazy. Right then, she walked over to you, obviously drunk already as she smelled like nothing else but alcohol when she approached you.
“Heyyyyyy, Y/N!” she shouted putting an arm around your shoulders.
“You‘re having fun, I see,” you smiled at her.
Her face came closer to yours, the smell of alcohol almost unbearable to you as she said, “Girl, go have some fun with that fancy guy in the VIP lounge. He’s obviously calling you over.”
“What?!”
You looked over to the lounge, seeing the man now standing – even taller than he looked like – and waving his hand over to you. You frowned your eyebrows in surprise.
“Yeah, as if he was calling me,” you answered.
“C’mon, I’ve seen him watching you the whole night already. Go, go!!!” she shouted and stuttered away to disappear in the crowd again.
You glanced one more time and the black suited guy cocked up an eyebrow, obviously waiting for you to come over. The fact that he was waiting like this was only letting you know that he was so full of himself, knowing you’d come to him as if you were his little puppy. But you wouldn’t play along.
You stood up, ignoring him and head straight to the toilet. Why would he even call you over out of all the girls in the club? Why didn’t he call literally anyone else? You found you weren’t the prettiest girl in the club, plus he already had some girls around him – he could’ve just had some fun with them. But you guessed, he was just like that; the more girls the better, right?
Do I look like an easy target? I’m not, you spoke to yourself when looking into the mirror one last time before walking out again.
Your eyes fixed on the floor so you would avoid any eye contact with any guy, you wanted to rush back to your table but oh, no. You stood still when your eyes saw black leather shoes in front of you, not wanting to bump into anyone. But when your look swerved over the tight black suit pants, the fitting white shirt and finally the dark face, you were startled. He leaned his shoulder against the wall, hands in his pocket, looking more arrogant in this bright light in front of the toilet.
“Running away from me?” the man asked, scanning you from head to toe.
You rolled your eyes in annoyance. You just could have known that he wouldn’t give up easily, otherwise his ego would probably be hurt. But here you were, stupidly, fell into a trap you basically set on your own.
“Yeah,” you answered coldly and wanted to walk past him but his firm hand clutched your arm.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Jeon Jungkook,” he introduced himself even though you hadn’t even asked for it.
You looked up at him in disbelief but tried to stay calm just as him.
“Well hi, and I’m not interested,” you talked back but didn’t dare to try to walk away again as you were sure he’d hold you back one more time.
The man, Jungkook, now chuckled to himself, “That’s an unusual but interesting name.”
“Ha ha, I know right,” you weren’t amused one bit.
His gaze flew under you and you decided it wasn’t worth the wait.
Just when you were about to step away, he asked sheepishly, “You’re not looking for rich guys and their money here, right?”
After thinking about a right answer for a while, you got lost in his eyes. They were dark and fierce, sending off an aura of power. You were intimidated, for sure, but wouldn’t let your guard down.
“How would you know that?” you questioned.
His lips raised smug, “I can sense that. I’m pretty good at reading people, you know.”
“Congratulations,” you faked a bright smile. Sarcasm was your strength.
Surprisingly, Jungkook held his hand out to you. You frowned in confusion, but found out he wanted to shake hands; so you did. His skin felt cold, not really surprising to you, telling from his looks. After locking eyes, you wanted to pull away but the grip around your hand tightened in an instant and you got pulled closer to him. Being on the verge of feeling his chest above yours, he let out a loud breath.
“Thanks. I can also tell, you’re different than other girls here,” he whispered despite the loud background noise.
You deciphered his words after reading his dry lips, to which you could only roll your eyes, again. How often you’ve already heard that sentence, it was surreal. Did men really think that these words were a way to trick women? To make them feel special? Well, you had been one of them as well, way back when you were younger and naïve. But that was in the past, you’ve troubled through so many men already, you could tell when they wouldn’t have good intentions on you. Just like right now.
“You know, I can read people too. And I can tell you’re a real talker, aren’t you?” you said.
You felt his fingers around you loosen, what you immediately took as a chance to slip your hand away.
“What do you mean?” Jungkook asked, but you were so sure he knew exactly what you meant.
“I mean,” you took a deep breath, already being exhausted of needing to explain it, “you only talk much. Talk girls into sleeping with them, with your sweet words, making them feel special and vulnerable. They think of you as the perfect and noble man, with enough money on top of that. But it’s just talk. Nothing else. Aren’t I right?”
Jungkook raised his eyebrows at first before he started laughing right at your face. Was he laughing because he was mocking you or because you were right and he needed to play it off?
“I’m disappointed and hurt you think it’s only talks. What about my handsome look?” he said after calming down.
“How arrogant,” you said under your breath.
Then his still cold fingers gripped your chin to look him directly in the eyes when he lowered at you.
“Well, isn’t it true? Am I not handsome to you?”
You hissed, “You can be handsome all you want, when you’re just the same as any other man in this club here.”
He smirked, “I’m not.”
“You become more arrogant the more you talk, honestly,” you spat out, starting to feel disgust by some point.
“But the girls love it, my dear,” he said right back at you, feeling so full of himself.
You bit your lower lip as you were starting to slowly lose your patience. You squinted your eyes at him and spoke, “I don’t.”
Goosebumps were all over your arms when he suddenly placed his thumb on your lower lip, his iciness rushing through your blood.
“You seem like a challenge to me,” he stared at your lips now.
You couldn’t move one bit, no matter how much you craved to run away from him. Jungkook seemed like he actually needed that challenge, to let him know he could get any woman he wanted to, no matter how unreachable she seemed to be. Just for the status, just for his ego.
“I could go on about how much money I have, how many cars I own, how big my villa is and all about my prosperity. Would you love to hear that?” he continued, realizing that you were frozen under his touch.
“No, that doesn’t impress me one bit,” you finally said.
“I also have a whirl pool,” he added, as if that would change your whole mind.
Now you took force and whipped his hand away from your face, as it got ridiculous.
“Wow, that’s so amazing! Bet I’m gonna let you take me home with you and then we’re gonna have pool sex,” you spat out, the sarcastic tone couldn’t be overheard.
Jungkook laughed out loud, the only thing you could possibly consider lightly warm about his features. Then he reached out his hand again, asking, “Then, my lady. Shall we go?”
It was his acerbic reply that finally reached your limits in annoyance.
“I don’t even know why I’m wasting my time here with you,” you said.
Meaning, you would’ve wanted nothing else but to walk away. But something – you couldn’t figure what – kept your feet anchored to the ground that subconsciously made you actually want to stay. To talk to him, to be at his presence.
“I don’t know either, but seems like you like wasting time with me,” Jungkook winked casually.
You couldn’t deal with his ego anymore, it drove your mind to insanity. Out of all the men who have tried talking you into god damn stuff, you thought you’ve seen it all, but this man right in front of you was on a whole other level.
“Well, are you wasting your time with me as well? Because if yes, then we could just go back to our places, you know,” you said.
“It’s not wasting time when I know you’re gonna come home with me later and let me fuck you in the pool.” His cocky voice would forever stay in your head.
“I don’t fuck on the first time meeting someone, don’t get your hopes up too high,” you replied.
Now he leaned back onto the wall, his eyes pointing up to the ceiling as he spoke, “Yeah, yeah, and I have heard that line a thousand times as well. You could believe it at first but not anymore when they’re in your bed, spreading their legs wide for you.”
“That’s too much information,” you held your hands up symbolizing him to keep his talks down.
“Don’t be so prude,” he said.
You hated it. When men called you prude. Best believe, you were far from that. You just weren’t interested in his sex life to have to listen to the girls he laid. You didn’t know him, there was no point for you to listen to his player life. Why was that being prude? God, men really think they know it all, you thought to yourself.
You didn’t want to reply to that, so you stood there observing him observing you. The silence wasn’t awkward at all to your surprise, but you couldn’t and wouldn’t want to endure his presence much longer.
“Look, if you’re interested in getting laid, there is my friend Hana over there. She seems more interesting and probably more appealing to you,” you pointed your finger at the narrowing crowd, where Hana would probably be found somewhere.
You knew Jungkook wouldn’t just walk away from you, searching for your friend and then fuck her. His ego was too big, he needed to reach you because he already targeted you. But you needed to know why that was. The question was lingering in the back of your head the whole time already. Now you were excited for his answer.
“But I don’t want her, I want you,” he said.
How boring. You thought he would talk and list down everything pretty that came to his mind just to make you feel special and vulnerable. But looked like he wasn’t easy.
“Why that?” you asked, trying to get an answer out of him.
It wouldn’t be that difficult you thought, you wanted to see his tactics. To actually hear what those girls get to hear every night here. Would be fun to experience that in the point of view of a neutral person, for once.
Okay, now you got it. He did it on purpose, obviously. You didn’t show any big interest in him so he wouldn’t give you what you actually wanted. Damn, he was pretty good at reading people. Probably because you were too obvious about it. Nevertheless, this would be a fight between two hard covers, wanting to see who would get defeated first. Seemed like fun.
“Wow, you try to get me in bed and this is all you say? I’m flustered, really,” you nodded throwing him a fake smile.
“Who said I wanted to get you in bed?” Jungkook fired right back.
That little bastard. The playful tension raised quickly, only making you eager to defeat him.
“You’re not being honest with yourself right now,” you said tilting your head to the side.
Jungkook chuckled, “I am.”
Unexpectedly, he gripped your waist with his both hands, letting you shiver once again at his coldness, and pulled you close to him. This time your chests touched and you looked up at his face.
“Then, this move surely proves that,” you cocked up one eyebrow.
His lips formed a half smile, “You guessed it.”
Jungkook moved his hands slowly behind your back and suddenly you felt warmer. The coldness from his touch disappeared in an instant, making your skin heat all the way up. No way you were flustered right now.
“What is it, hm?” Jungkook’s eyes darkened and locked yours.
You licked your lips as you realized they were left dry by now, and cleared your throat. Something was definitely teasing on you but you didn’t want to admit it.
“Nothing,” you looked away, repeating that word in your head over and over again.
“You’re getting heated. Sure it’s nothing?” he tilted his head to search for eye contact.
When you suddenly felt his hands slide down behind you all the way to your ass, you felt tensing up excitedly the first second, but the next you pushed him away as reaction. There was no way he’d get what he wanted. No way. You said you wouldn’t play along and that was a dear word you’d want to hold to yourself.
“Yes, Jeon Jungkook. I am so sure it’s nothing,” you said taking a small but significant step back from him.
He pushed his tongue into the side of his cheek, glaring down at you with squinted eyes. If he was annoyed, mad or upset, you couldn’t tell. But it definitely wasn’t something optimistic.
“Okay, then,” he pushed his fists into his pockets, not leaving his eyes off you.
You swallowed hard, “I’m not interested in this.”
“Sure,” Jungkook snorted, looking to his sides.
“If you excuse me,” you took a step forward, wanting to escape.
But you should have known better when he gripped your wrist, only reminding you of the first time he did that not too long ago. You filled your lungs with enough air to be prepared for what he was about to do next. But you didn’t even look back.
“You’re just playing hard to get,” Jungkook said sharply, the arrogant look appearing in your brains. You were pissed by him and his attitude of not knowing to let a woman go. You’ve had enough, so you escaped this grip in the most aggressive way possible.
Before leaving him behind, before hurting his ego right there, you hissed, “If I’m playing hard to get, then I guess you just have to try even harder.”
Hoseok: always scREAMING in the tags. very extra. very gay. Has intense conversations with other bloggers when new content is dropped. Easily spooked by weird posts.
Namjoon: well thought out text posts. Reblogs philosophical quotes. Analyzes lyrics. Interprets videos. Vocal about various issues. Used to read books but then fanfic happened.
Jimin: loves to post selcas with cute filters. But a little insecure about appearance. Soft and sensitive. Lowkey in love with a popular blogger but too shy to approach them.
Seokjin: Supposed to be a pastel aesthetic blog. Occasionally soft nsfw. And a little bit of gaming. But can't resist posting puns so lame follower count actually drops. Kinda awkward.
Taehyung: secretly works really hard on blog but accidentally went multifandom. Loves to make new friends. Called weird by irl people so prefers tumblr. Appreciates mutuals.
Yoongi: salty af. Used to be kinda emo. Doesn't give a shit about haters. Talks about family probs in tags. Ready to Fight™. Spends too much time on tumblr and is sleepy irl.
Jungkook: too shy to initiate conversation. Seems intimidating and mysterious. Is actually a memelord. Likes anime and cute animals. Wants to post covers of fav songs.
Hi! When I saw #4 on the prompt list I immediately thought of soft yoongi, so I'd like to request #4 with him if that's okay 🙊
004. kiss hand w/ boyfriend!yoongi
Yoongi doesn’t know what to do. His hands were trembling as he tightly clutched onto the box in his right hand.
There you stood, your hair in a low, messy bun, the way you’d always throw it up when concentrating on something. Your loose strands framed your face delicately as you hummed a soft tune while gently stirring what you had been cooking that night for the two of you.
He had to do it. If he didn’t do it today, he didn’t know when he would ever pluck up the courage to do so again.
“y/n, will you marry me?”
Chuckling, you threw your head back in a soft laugh that made Yoongi smile softly before you responded without turning back to look at him, “Funny Yoongi, now help me cut the vegetables.”
However a lack of response and a slight shifting of movement had you turning around in curiosity when suddenly a soft gasp slipped past your lips.
“I wasn’t joking.” Yoongi whispered, as he was crouching down on one knee, a bright, stoned ring in his hand as he looked up at you with the softest of smiles.
“Y-Yoongi…” your voice faltered as you found yourself getting overwhelmed with emotion, your heart beating like crazy and the sudden welling of tears in your eyes.
You always knew in your heart that Yoongi was the one. There was no denying that. But you never knew that this day would come so soon, the day that Yoongi would ask for you to become his and him yours, for the rest of your lives.
“One more time then, huh?” he chuckled as you stood there in shock, “y/n l/n, my beautifuly amazing girlfriend that I’m so fucking blessed to call mine, will you marry this idiot and make him happy for the rest of his life?”
Biting your tongue, your tears freefalling at this point, your nodded furiously as you threw yourself on Yonngi, pulling him to the ground as you rested your head against his chest, crying, “Of course. Of course I’ll marry you, you big old idiot.”
Holding your left hand in his, he gently took the ring out of the box before sliding the cool metal band onto your ring finger. Pressing a soft kiss to your hand, he mumbled, “I love you so much, y/n.”
Cupping his face with your hands, you pulled him to you as your noses brushed against each other, your lips touching slightly as you whispered thickly through the tears that streamed down your rosy, flushed cheeks, “I love you so goddamn much too.”
