Your Bias Reimagined

A place where I get out all my crazy "What ifs" about all the kpop I can think of.

[yourbiasreimagined]

016

Dawon’s fingers drummed softly against the leather of his club chair. He had a difficult choice to make today. When he woke up that day, the choice had felt quite clear to him but now, watching you talking with the club owners younger brother. Before, his choice was going to be cleaner. Almost benevolent. Now? Well, now was stuck deciding between the clean or the messy end.

You were a gift from the young man still chatting to you, blissfully unaware of the mafia boss’ internal dilemma. A peace offering of sorts. You had come as a package deal with another girl which was pawned off to another of his men. He had had his fun with you but was frankly tiring of having to take care of you.

He was just going to get rid of you but now, watching the large entitled prince talk to what was yours? It irked him beyond belief. Even if he didn’t want you, there was no way he was going to let you go to someone else so easily. 

Dawon watched with his jaw set tight as Rowoon smiled at you, his arms leaning against the bar in front of him to bring him closer to your level. Dawon didn;t know what you were talking about but it didn’t matter. Now, watching the sudden smile and blush growing on your face meant to him that to finish this once and for all, he had to end this the messy way. 

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015

A small tsk followed by a noise of annoyance came from the doorway, jarring your view away from your reflection in the bathroom mirror. 

“What happened this time?” He asked, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you in the the mirror in front of you. You felt your cheeks flush at the intense scrutiny of his gaze. 

“It was an accident.” You spoke lowly, eyes averting his as you went back to staring down at your hands. You heard another sound of annoyance behind you before he moved suddenly, appearing just behind you. You refused to look up at him, the tingle of goosebumps rising on the back of your neck from the sudden proximity of him to you. “It’s not a big deal, Jungkook.” You grumbled out, finishing washing your hands. 

Before you were able to suss out how to get around him and away from this conversation, he had you turned around to face him, his strong hands gripping your upper arms firmly to keep you in place but not hard enough to hurt. He had you pinned between the counter and himself as he inspected you intently. Your nerves got the best of you, forcing you to look away, unable to maintain eye contact. 

“You really banged yourself up good this time.” His gaze landed on the bruise on your forehead, a small lump forming under the skin, his hand coming up to your chin and turning your face to get a better look at you. “What’s the story this time? Tripped on the carpet? Fell going up the stairs? Hm?” He questioned. To the untrained ear, you would think his tone was nothing but annoyance but to you, after all this time, after all your little mishaps, it was his defense. He was actually concerned but he was hard pressed to show it.

“I was trying to get something out of the cabinet but,” your eyes averted his again but he tugged on your chin, forcing your gaze back up to him, “a can fell off the top shelf and hit me.” You said sheepishly. Jungkook sighed hard again, his warm breath beating against you. 

Suddenly, you felt his lips, barely there as to try and not hurt you, press a soft kiss to the bruise. 

“Noona, you need to be more careful.” 

[yourbiasreimagined]

014

What he was doing was wrong. He knew that. If he was caught, it would be a big problem. But he just couldn’t help himself. He stared down at this phone, scrolling through the minimal texts he had with you that morning talking about how you really wanted a cup of coffee and how under the weather you were feeling at the time. 

If he got sick in the middle of a comeback, it would put not only himself in trouble but everyone else in the group. He was starting to have second thoughts about the whole situation as the he sat in the back of the uber. He checked the mask that was firmly situated over his face and settled further back into the seat. 

His phone pinged again and he wasted no time to look at his phone. You had messaged him again about how you were feeling colder than usual in your apartment. Yes, you were definitely getting sick. He could read that clearly in your texts. And yes, he was going to risk it all to bring you a bit of comfort. 

The uber stopped a block from your apartment. He popped into the small pharmacy and picked up some things to try and alleviate any possible illness as well as tissues and some magazines in case you do get sick. Afterwards, he stopped into the coffee shop and got you your usual order. All of that coupled with the soup he picked up for you, he felt he had covered his bases. 

His heart was in his throat as he made his way up to your apartment. It took him three attempts to knock on your door, wimping out each time until the fourth time when he knocked almost erratically. He heard you shuffling inside your apartment, heading towards the door. He tugged the mask under his chin, feeling his weight shift from one foot to the other. 

You opened the door, ready to give whoever the iciest side of your personality for disturbing your relaxing day off when your face softened in shock.

“R-rowoon what are you doing here?” You asked softly, in disbelief. 

“I...I was worried about you. I brought you somethings.” He pushed the bags towards you. You grasped the coffee from his teetering hands before tugging him inside by the coat sleeve. 

“Does anyone know you came?” 

“No. I just sorta left.” You blinked at him in bewilderment. 

“Rowoon...”

“I know I know. I just, I felt bad. I was worried. You sounded so needy in your texts and your roommate isn’t home to keep an eye on you so I wanted to be there for you.” 

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013

Namjoon was mad. Livid to be precise but he would settle on mad. This was the third time this month alone that one of the jobs they had carefully planned had fallen apart. No, that HE planned. And here he was, stewing in the VIP room of the bar they used. The kind of place that barely asked questions and, with the right amount of money, didn't even look in your direction.

Namjoon downed the rest of his drink before slamming the empty glass on the table, all uncharacteristic of the normally even tempered leader. The table sat eerily quiet as they waited for their leaders next move, terrified at the anger he exuded.

"Anyone have any idea who stole our shipment this time?" Namjoon asked the group. The men stayed quiet, some shifting uncomfortably in their seats. "Anyone?"

“From what we could gather,” a voice spoke causing the entire room to turn scared looks into that persons direction. Taehyung, the wild one, the one who you could never count on, unless you were Namjoon, spoke again, “it was the same person as before.”

“Great. Now would someone care to enlighten me whether or not we finally know who the hell this person is?” Namjoon’s voice was terse, rolling the glass around in his fingers. At that moment, it was Jimin’s turn to speak. He pulled a tablet from his lap and tapped quickly on the screen, his normally suave demeanor, tamped down in the presence of their leaders fury.

“They finally slipped up a little. It’s not the clearest shot but it is definitely a step in the right direction.” Jimin spoke, sliding the tablet down to Namjoon’s end of the table. Namjoon gripped the tablet tight, scrolling through the grainy security camera footage. He watched the video of the people boosting his shipment right before his very eyes. He could count 4 maybe 5 people max and it set him on fire even further knowing that a crew so small worked not only so efficiently but quickly to boost a shipment that large.

Namjoon paused the video the second he saw something peculiar. He set the video back a few seconds before playing it and pausing it at exactly the right moment. He zoomed in and saw it; your face was there. The person who was responsible for his headaches and anger and the massive dent to his wallet. He stared at the image intently, etching your face into his memory; you were quite good looking, he had to be honest but he was still pissed off to say the least.

He wasn’t aware how long he had sat in silence and stared at your image until someone cleared their throat, catching his attention once more. When Namjoon looked up, most of the table shifted uncomfortably. Namjoon readjusted himself in his seat before handing the tablet back to Jimin.

“Find out who they are. Leave no stone unturned. Make sure this shit doesn’t happen ever again.” Namjoon slammed his way back from the table, leaving the rest of his team scrambling. With one hand jammed firmly in his suit pocket as the other dialed his own personal outside man to put him on finding you first.

[yourbiasreimagined]

012

The holidays were over and what took up residence inside of Harry’s heart were the holiday excitement formerly existed was a strong desire to get back to work but also the creative rut that he was in before the holidays even began. 

He had been in the states for some time, opting to spend the holidays with his family instead. He had hoped that it would help clear his head and help him get back into a creative state of mind to get him into the studio and back to work. It had been too long since he worked solidly on his music. 

Harry had accompanied his friend Ted to the studio quite a few times but it just didn’t feel like it was helping. The creative spark had yet to be lit. It was different for him; Harry felt like he needed to be out there living his life, breathing in as much life as he could to get his creativity flowing. But crashing on his friends couch was just not doing it for him any longer. 

Harry hauled himself off the couch he had taken a near permanent residence on and decided he could at least go get coffee, take in the New York air a little more. 

He had walked for much longer than he needed, just letting his feet take him where ever they wanted to go until he stopped in at some random privately owned shop. 

Upon opening the door, he was greeted by the soft hum of lofi hiphop and the strong scent of roasted coffee beans. Harry walked up to the counter, already knowing what he wanted, ready to sit in some far off corner and hopefully get some inspiration, or at least kill some time outside of Ted’s apartment. 

“What can I get you?” The barista behind the register asked. When Harry finally locked eyes with the woman, his heart stopped. The woman behind the counter was stunning even in a dirty work apron, her hair in a top bun and her white shirt definitely worn deep but by God was she stunning. “Hello?” She asked again, agitation rising in her voice.

“Uh...small Americano please?” Harry mumbled out. The woman nodded, setting off to work on his order. His mouth felt suddenly dry, hands feeling unreasonably warm as he instinctively when up to his head and pulled off his hat, holding it nervously in his hands. When she returned with his beverage, he paid and got himself a seat not far from the barista bar. He couldn’t help but keep an eye on the woman as she worked, hands deftly creating various cafe beverages and serving pastries. He was completely besotted. 

[yourbiasreimagined]

011

Rowoon woke with a start; new space, new environment, a foreign warm body beside him. His heart raced as he tried to suss out where he was. When his eyes landed on your bare back, facing him and catching the light, his heart rate slowed.

He fought the urge to reach out to you, to caress the bare skin that he kissed so reverently hours before. And, as if sensing his burning gaze, you began to turn. When you were situated on your back, you let out a stretch, the warm sunlight casting a soft glow on your face, your eyes sealed shut as the sheet slipped down, revealing more of the chest that was now littered in the remnants of the evenings events. God, you were so beautiful like this. He could no longer contain himself.

Rowoons lithe frame draped over you, the warmth from the sun being replaced by the heat of his body. Your eyes peeked open, coming in to view with the softest pink lips and the sparkling eyes of your previous evenings lover.

"Morning." You spoke in a soft groggy tone. His smile beamed at you; God how dare he be this beautiful this early. His lips found yours before they found your jaw and began a tantalizing trip downwards. You groaned at the sensation, the sweetness dripping from his lips almost too much to bare. "You need to go before they realize you're gone." You pleaded, hands finding the bare expanse of his shoulders.

Rowoon paused to looked up from his place between your legs; that was a sight you'd love to wake up to every morning.

"They probably already know, so let me enjoy you a little more before I go."

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010

You wiped down the counter again, giving the deep wood another glance over as you let out a deep sigh. There were no customers in the cafe today. There really were on any other days to be fair. It would have been cheaper to just close for the day. And yet, here you were covering for your friend so she could have a day off.

As the sole employee of the hole in the wall cafe, she was rarely home at your shared apartment but you couldnt pass up the chance to get out, work for a few hours, make some extra cash and help her out in the same respect. But this? This was down right boring. At this rate, you were going to owe the cafe money for the amount of coffee you've had versus what you sold.

With another audible exhale, you moved to the end of the bar and pulled out your reading for your morning class; if you weren't serving customers, you may as well get your homework done.

You were deep into your book when the bell rang above the door, signaling a customers arrival. You nearly jumped out of your skin from being startled when a booming voice called out your friends name,

"YA! I HOPE YOU GOT IN THAT NEW COFFEE YOU'VE BEEN PROMISING ME!" He was loud and jovial, eyes smiling bright as he surveyed the room. His face fell when he realized the coffee bar was empty until his eyes landed on you. "Oh. I'm sorry." His voice was suddenly softer, his expression matching, almost embarrased by his own display. "I didnt realize...shes usually--"

"Day off. Just filling in." You cut him off, accidentally coming out shorter than you intended as you dog eared the page in your book, your heart rate dropping back to a normal pace.

"Oh. Well that's good. She needed one." You grumbled your agreement as you stood from your seat and asked him what he'd like to order. The man suddenly looked sheepish, hand coming to the back of his head to scratch at an imaginary itch. He gave you his order and you immediately went to make it. "You're not going to ask my name? For the cup?" He asked when you didnt reply. Your eyes flicked from the espresso machine in front of you to him, then swept over the entirety of the empty cafe before landing back on him. Again he laughed nervously, "Yeah that was a stupid question I guess."

You continued to make his drink when you replied,

"Besides, I know who you are Shindong. Super Junior and all that." His cheeks flared up and you swear this was a moment you'd never forget; you made a world renowned idol blush.

"You know me?"

"Yeah I do. Even if I didnt," you placed the finished beverage in front of him, "she talks about you a lot. They friendly guy who always comes to check on her at his friends request. It's sweet really. And as her best friend and roommate, I appreciate it too." For the first time since he came in, you gave him a genuine smile, his own face splitting into a wide grin, a nervous laugh bubbling out of him.

"Listen, I have to get back but I'd really like to see you again if that's possible?" You nodded, letting him know youd have his drink ready for him next Tuesday, the same time. He smiled back to you before exiting the cafe and you could swear you saw him look back at you through the front window.

For the first time that day, you were glad to be alone in the cafe as you felt your cheeks flame up and an uncontrollable grin on your face.

[yourbiasreimagined]

009

Your name rang through your ears loud and clear, cutting through any and all thoughts had been clouding your brain from the task at hand. 

“Are you paying attention?” The forever stern tone of your father filling the space where your once pleasant daydream had just vacated.

“Yes, of course. Time schedules.” You gave your head a small shake as you looked back down at the date book in front of you. Your fingers flipped through the pages, cross checking dates and times of the man whose entire life depended on your ability to keep this very calendar organized. If even one minute was not accounted for, it could lead to a catastrophic event and end the lives of many, professionally and personally. 

It may have sounded overly dramatic but it was just simply a fact; the lives of the Kim men were in your hands and you had to do more than your best to keep it in order. It had been that way for generations, ever since Kim Corporation had been created, your family acted as the right hand to this branch of the family. Your father never alluded that he wanted anything different for you, always reminding you throughout your rigorous training that this was the life you were meant to live, to serve the Kim family. Most specifically to aide the future CEO of the Kim Corporation.

The young tycoon in question was the one who was clouding your thoughts to begin with as ironic as it may seem. He was filling your head incessantly with the smallest things; his smile, his dimples, the way his eyes light up when he said your name. It was silly to say the least. You had grown up together. Well, grown up around each other mostly. You were reminded near daily of the clear separation between yourself and the boy you were to eventually refer to as Mr. Kim.

“Ah, carefully. Mr. Saito doesn’t liked to be kept waiting and you have a meeting with a Saudi general cutting it too close to make it across town in time. Wouldn’t want to damage any possible connections before we even step foot in the meeting, would we?” The introduction of the all too familiar voice, the deep husking that just shouldn’t be allowed in someone barely even legal drinking age pulling you once again back to the present. You felt a shiver run down your back as you instinctively straightened in your chair, hand gripping your pen impossibly tighter. 

“N-Namjoon. I’m trying to work.” Your voice betrayed you, causing Namjoon’s breath to come out in a chuckle, hot and baring down against the back of your neck before he pulled away. 

“Just trying to help.” His long nimble fingers tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and you shot a look at him somewhere between a warning and a plead. Which one you were pressing for more, neither of you could tell. “Hey, have I ever told you how pretty you look in that dress?” You rolled your eyes, the nervous knot in your stomach disappearing instantaneously. 

“Goodbye, Namjoon.” You replied with disgust on your tongue. 

“Ah ah.” He tutted at you softly, “Soon you’ll have to call me Mr. Kim when I officially start in the company. So why not give it go now?” 

“Goodbye, Namjoon.” You punctuated even harder, turning slightly in your chair to give as much disapproving shoulder to him as you could. He made a small noise of annoyance before walking off, muttering something about you being some kind of personal assistant not even calling him by his proper title. The knot of nerves recurred in your stomach, fingers paging nervously at the corners of the black date book again. He had gotten so close, always toeing a line that shouldn’t even be looked out but by God did you want him to cross it.

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008

Your legs were burning and your lungs couldn't gasp in enough oxygen to fill them as they desperately begged. Sweat was a constant state on you, long since seeped into the fabric of your clothes. Your heart was pounding in your ears, practically drowning out any other noise save for his voice, calling out loud and clear to you,

"Again!" You blinked hard, wiping the sweat from your eyes and searching the mirror for him. He was pacing the back of the room like a predator stalking its prey for any sign of weakness to grant him a chance to attack. You were his prey and a wrong move was the weakness of yours he looked to exploit.

"I said again!" His voice bellowed out to you and you felt your body snap back into starting position as the song restarted, the tune once filling you excitement as the beat filled the vacant room but now making your stomach churn with dread.

Your body moved in autopilot as you went through the routine, your mentors voice cutting loud and clear past the bass of the song to remind you of key points. He mirrored a few of your problematic moves as you did it, running through the routine with you. As the music died down again, you waited. You were breathing harder than before, a feat your lungs didnt think was even possible.

Once again, your mentor stalked you from the back of the room, eyes never leaving your figure as he watched you in the mirror.

You waited, your nerves catching hard in your throat, your heart pounding so hard you couldnt distinguish if it was from the continuous dance or the way he stared you down. Your hands were perched on your hips, your own eyes watching him, hopeful but not nearly as optimistic as when you had started over two hours ago.

Expectations if running the routine again came through you, ready to get back into your starting position. However, the music didnt start again. Instead, he started to stalk towards you, obviously swooping in for the kill.

Your breath caught in your throat, your lungs begging for reprieve but your throat not giving it as he closed the space between you two. Your eyes watched each other in the mirror as he stepped up behind you. Hobi stopped right behind you, his breath pressing hot and fast against your exposed neck, becoming the life air that you so desperately needed.

You waited, eyes latched to one another, for his corrections. However, the words from his mouth were more intense than any instruction he could have ever given you,

"Good job. Take five." He spoke against the back of your neck once more, his heat radiating into you before leaving you, making your body feel suddenly cold. You couldn't help the smile the burned into your face.

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007

The morning sun that was beating through the small crack in your curtains was doing absolutely nothing to aid your need for sleep. Nor did the shuffling of the body next to you. You groaned at the moving of your human pillow to which he just grunted softly, removing himself from the bed.

You turned over, sleep easing it's way back to you slower than you would like. A few moments later, you felt a wet warm kiss being placed to your head,

"I'll be back soon." His timber came to you softly. You hummed softly in response and tucked yourself deeper into your pillow.

Over an hour later and your internal clock was screaming for relief. You had slept too long in one spot and it was time to move. You unceremoniously kicked off the blankets and padded your way to the bathroom.

After finding the relief your body needed, you reentered the bedroom to wake your other bed partner. Hyungwon was snuggled so deep in the blankets that it was easy to miss him. But you knew he was there, knew he just didnt want to be woken up any time that was not on his own terms.

"Hyungwon," you spoke, sleep still lacing your voice, "get up. You know Shownu will be home soon." All you were met with as a response was a soft groan. You kicked at the bed for emphasis. "If you dont get up, you dont eat." Hyungwon groaned louder, sitting up, eyes still shut tight.

"Oh good. You got Hyungwon up." Shownu's voice called out to you as he entered the room. His shirt was damp from his morning workout, which he promptly stripped in favor of a cleaner one. "Coffee's on. I'll start breakfast. Hyungwon," the smaller framed boys disgruntled and still asleep face turned to look in his direction, "be good and get up without fuss. And you," Shownu spoke to you pointedly, "be nice. You know he has a hard time getting up."

You pouted at the bronzed boy, arms crossing over your chest. "I was nice this time."

Shownu smirked, closing the gap between you two. "I'm sure you were." He spoke, a hand gripping at your ass as he placed a kiss tenderly to your lips, the duality making your head spin. You heard a noise from the bed and you both turned to look.

"Feeling left out?" You asked teasingly. You separated from Shownu to join Hyungwon on the bed. You kissed him softly before it quickly intensified.

Shownu laughed softly as he saw Hyungwon's hands roam the hem of your shirt. He headed for the door, "Make it quick you two. Or your breakfast will get cold."

[yourbiasreimagined]

Hey! Your stuff is really cool and good. It's different. any chance you're gonna update soon?

🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ I'd like to soon. But I'm a little lost for ideas lately.

[yourbiasreimagined]

006

Most little girls dreamed of the day they were to be married. They planned every detail, no matter how big or small. You did the same but the only thing you never had to plan was the man you were to marry. Even before you were born, it was destined for you to marry Jackson. There had never been any discussion with you or him from your respective parents about the matter. It was just something you two had to accept. 

Your parents had you two meet several times when you were growing. In fact, they had wanted you and Jackson to get to know each other as much as possible, grow together, and then, hopefully, learn to love one another to make the marriage easier on you two. 

However, as time went on and you two grew up, you both grew apart. It was painfully obvious to your parents that when the time came for you and Jackson to wed, you would fight against it. 

Jackson was too much of a wildcard for you; he was rarely home, always jet setting somewhere and making money and even more friends. You preferred to stay home, work hard on what you had and live a more modest lifestyle. It’s not that you disapproved of his life and his choices, it was only that they didn’t meld with yours. 

The months leading up to your wedding you saw less and less of Jackson, if that was even possible. The thought that you had to marry a man that didn’t even make the time of day to come to important family functions set you beyond on edge. It made you start to loathe him. How were you expected to spend your life with him if he didn’t even give you the time of day?

Months turned to weeks, the weeks funneled down to days and finally Jackson resurfaced. By this point, you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. You didn’t want to marry him. Hell, you didn’t even want to be in the same room as him. The neglect he had shown you and, in your mind, the blatant disrespect he had shown your family by barely being there to be an active part in this wedding was more than you could handle. 

Tonight was important, the most important even. It was the final dinner between the two families before they became one. You were nervous for some reason as you finished getting ready. The doorbell rang and you heard your mother answer it; jovial greetings rang through the foyer of your parents home, including the surprised (could you blame your mother for being surprised?) greeting of Jackson. 

Dinner was nice but tense on your part; you and Jackson sat across from each other, your respective parents flanking your sides. You barely looked at him the entire meal, barely acknowledged his presence, instead addressing his parents whom you had come to know and love almost as dearly as your own. Too bad the same couldn’t be said about their son. 

Once the dishes had been cleared and it was just you and Jackson at the table together, interaction could hardly be avoided.

“So,” Jackson started off slowly, cautiously, “are you excited?”

“For what?” You asked, picking at imaginary crumbs on the table, avoiding his gaze.

“Our wedding?” Jackson responded, confused by you already.

“How can I be? I don’t even know who I’m marrying.” Jackson stiffened at your reply.

“What? How could you say that? You’re marrying me!”

“And who the hell are you?” You shot back quickly, finally looking at him. The fury in your face caught him off guard and if it were not for the chair he was firmly seated in, Jackson would have staggered back. “Who are you, Jackson? I don’t know you. I don’t know anything about you. You barely spend any time here enough for me to just hear bits and pieces of your escapades before you run off again. It doesn’t instill much confidence in me that you would be a faithful husband. Hardly even a good one at that.” You spit out, your words venomous, aimed to maim and maim they did. Jackson sat silently, his own eyes not being able to meet yours. Shame burned in his cheeks as his fist clenched tight against the wood of the table. When he spoke, his voice was soft, not letting on to the fire that burned in his chest at the intensity of your words,

“I may not be home a lot. I work more than most. But I do it to try and provide for my family. I only tell the stories of the good things that happen to not worry my parents about the hardships I have had to face. They gave up a lot to give me the life I had growing up. I was told most of my life that marrying you was a privilege, and now,” he paused, choosing his words carefully, “it feels like I’ve let you down before we even got married. I’m sorry to disappoint you. You deserve better.” 

Jackson didn’t give you a chance to respond, his throat threatening to tighten with burning in the corners of his eyes; his whole life he wanted nothing more than to treat you like the queen he felt you were, to spoil you with riches beyond your wildest dreams. That kind of dream fulfillment came with a lot of hard work. Somewhere along the line, Jackson lost sight of the fact that he had to put an effort into the emotional side too. And now you wanted nothing to do with him. 

How could he have failed so bad before the marriage even began?

[yourbiasreimagined]

005

The library was always your hideaway. The dorms were loud; there was always someone running around or being unnecessarily noisy at all hours of the day and night. There was never really any peace in the student union either; even after hours, the club offices still hand lingering people so there was rarely any peace there.

The library was quiet. Always. Even when there were dozens of people there, you could always find some far away tucked in the corner kind of nook that you were able to claim as your own. Your spot was on the third floor, in the furthest back section behind the history books. There were a few tables back there, tucked so far back that you were surprised to find a window by one. That was your table. Day or night, it gave you a view of a courtyard barred from student access. You never saw anyone come or go, there was just a pleasant growth of small trees and flowers, the sun peaking in enough through to give it the chance to thrive. In your last 3 years of residency at this hidden spot, you had never seen another person even approach this haven. 

 Until. that is, he showed up.

This boy with a hat on backwards, always in shorts and fraternity letters in a rainbow of colors and styles (you swore he had a set for every day of the week and then some, rarely seeing him wear the same ones twice). He came in to your spot. He encroached on your space. Who the hell did he think he was? This was your carefully scouted area. Your home away from home. Seeing him set your teeth on edge. And he was always making some type of noise that would disturb you whether he ate, drank or just turned his pages too loud, it was just too much.

One day, he did the unthinkable; he brought friends along. You were 7 pages deep of your 10 page paper, on a roll and feeling unstoppable as you had definitely had coffee and energy drinks in almost the same sitting when you heard the ruckus begin. They were getting settled in but they were loud; study groups with fraternity brothers and their respective sister houses tended to be that way. You tried to focus but their “studying” was distracting. There was a moment where one of them spoke excitedly in a semi hushed tone and the table burst into hysterics. Your eyes darted in their direction, your face taking a journey of negative emotions.

Your eyes met his and for a split second his smile faded, looking almost sorry for disturbing you. You slammed your books and laptop shut; the paper wasn’t due for another few days anyways but it was just annoying that your concentration was broken. 

A few days later you returned to your spot, your patience restored as you settled in to your usual spot by the window. 

No more than thirty minutes later you felt someone watching you. More so, you felt someone standing in front of you at your table. Your eyes slowly moved up...and up...and up; shit he was taller than you realized. You landed your gaze on his face; his features were soft, his gaze almost averting yours out of nerves.

“Hey, uhm,” he spoke softly, his voice deep, his stature overwhelmingly large. However, his hands were jammed into his pockets and his shoulders where slumped up, his head down. “I was uh, well, I guess I just wanted to apologize for the other night?” You continued to watch him, unanswering.  “We were being loud and that isn’t fair, you looked like you were real busy.”

“Yeah well it is finals. I did have a paper to write, like now. And I usually don’t come to the library to socialize, so...” He flinched at your words,

“Y-yeah sorry about that.” You sighed and, despite yourself, spoke again.

“Listen, I just want to quiet when I come here. It is the library after all.” He nodded solemnly, 

“Sorry to bother you. I’ll let you get back to it then.” He went to turn away when you blurted out,

“Hey, what’s your major anyways?” 

“English.” He answered. “You?”

“Same. Any chance...you maybe want to work sit together? I mean, maybe you have some research that could help with--”

“Yeah sure!” He said all too excitedly as he plopped his backpack down. As he settled in he smiled wide at you, “I’m Big Ma--er Matthew. My names Matthew.” 

“Nice to meet you, Matthew.” You shook your head; so much for your quiet place.

[yourbiasreimagined]

004

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Yongguk’s hands were clenched tight into fists, pined down hard against the wood of his desk. It was unlike him to let his temper rise and get the best of him, especially in such situations as this. He trusted you wholeheartedly but the man that was edging closer and closer to you with a generally lack of personal space recognition, he did not trust. 

It took everything inside of him to not jump to your side and cause a scene. This was your respective workplace after all. He tried his best to avert his gaze, to focus on the task at hand. But the way you laughed cut out any chances of that happening. His eyes snapped back to you two and the scene that was unfolding in front of him. 

He was practically over your shoulder as he pointed something out to you on your computer monitor. His hand was placed on your upper back, creeping closer to your shoulder as he spoke. And you sat there, unflinching as you continued to work. It churned Yongguk’s stomach watching your fellow coworker be so close to you. 

Not that he could really say anything. You barely knew he existed. But he knew almost everything he could about you. And that’s what hurt more. Watching from a distance as this other man tried to take what he felt was his when really you belonged with Yongguk. You belonged with someone who would love and worship you and never make you question whether you were wanted and needed. 

Yongguk shook his head, his jaw tight, his curls falling in front of his eyes as he angrily typed into his keyboard; he’ll figure a way to make you see his love soon. But first, he had to make sure to remove the hands of the man that was touching you first. 

[yourbiasreimagined]

003

RnB played from your all but forgotten laptop as you found yourself most certainly not working on your final paper. Instead, you were laying almost completely on your back on the couch, limbs tangled with Shownu's as your shirt was pushed dangerously high and his hat was backwards, an obvious strain in the front of his shorts.

You broke the kiss that was more than intense, heat sitting deep in your cheeks as if it was always meant to be there. Shownu bit his kiss crushed lip as he watched you intently. Your hand pressed against his taut chest, the soft cotton of his white tshirt caressing your fingers.

"I really...should finish my paper." You managed out. Shownu smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips almost chastely as though he had not just been practically fucking your mouth with his tongue.

"If you want," he began to move, his biceps and forearm muscles straining as he hovers over you, "I can stop." He half heartedly goes to move but your fingers grip the shoulders of his shirt, cementing him to you.

"I said I should. Doesnt mean I will...or particularly want to." Shownu laughed softly, a huff caressing your face.

"Shall we continue then?" You nodded eagerly, biting your lower lip in anticipation.

[yourbiasreimagined]

002

The deep smell of roasted coffee rarely left your nose. Or really, it rarely ever left the woven fibers of your clothing. At this point it was an engraved part of you, almost like the color of your eyes. It just seemed to always be there.

Taking your job home with you was as simple as that. The coffee shop was always a part of you, the deeply set in acidity of the beverage that fueled most lingered in your hair and clothes. While it was something that you hated by the end of your long day, your partner loved dearly.

You kicked off your shoes upon entering the small studio apartment you shared with your lover. Music was playing softly and the covers of your bed rustled slightly at the sound of your entrance.

You were shedding layers as you went until you were in just an undershirt and underpants. Slipping beneath the covers to join them, you felt an instant warmth both from their body and their love. Sleepy hands reached out to you, warm and soft, grasping for you as though you were their only hope to tethering them from drifting back into the ocean of dreams they just roused from.

"You're home already?" The raspy voice of your lover came through to you. The covers around you were warm, covering almost all of you in your private cocoon of down feathers and shared kisses. Your lips pressed to their forehead tenderly, your voice low to match the tone,

"I've been gone all day. Did you sleep it away?" A noise sprang from their lips of disbelief. Whether that the time slipped away from them or at the insinuation that they wasted a day away wrapped up in the safety of blankets, you may never know. Instead, their face pressed closer, resting into the crook of your neck, lips wet as it grazed across your skin. A hum of approval left the back of their throat,

"You smell so good."

"I probably smell gross." You protested, aiming to wiggle away slightly. However, your lover felt otherwise, a strong hand coming up to hold your hip in place as you laid on your side, you both face to face as the stayed close, lips grazing across open flesh.

"So good." They spoke between kisses to the already goosebumped flesh of your clavicle. "Better than the real thing." A chuckle left your throat,

"How so?"

"Because I can have you all to myself. In this bed. Both awake and asleep."

[yourbiasreimagined]

001

A loud crash came from your shared kitchen. It was a sound that did nothing but cause Yoongi’s to pause mid keystroke in his final paper. He wanted to finish working, to ignore it. He really did have a lot left to do and dealing with your nonsense was not part of it. 

Yoongi wanted nothing to do with it. Really. Truly. But as he sat at his desk, waiting in the deafening sudden silence, he felt his stomach clench tight. It was late, you were supposed to be sleeping, what the hell were you doing up at this hour? He found himself, despite his better judgement, pushing back from his computer and going to investigate. 

His limbs screamed as he walked from hours of sitting at his computer, his feet shuffling along the floor. The noise of his slipper clad feet was soft but loud enough to give a warning of his approach so he wouldn’t surprise you. However, when he passed the threshold of the kitchen, it was him who was surprised.

You were on your hands and knees cleaning up what looked like broken glass. You muttered softly, worriedly to yourself as you cleaned quickly. 

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked, his voice breaking your train of thought. You looked up, startled and answered him back in the same manner,

“Y-yoongi? What are you doing up?”

“I should really be asking you the same thing. You’re the one with an early morning lecture.”

“Oh. Yeah. I guess I couldn’t sleep. I was worrying too much about finals and all the papers I have to write and--”

“That doesn’t explain why you’re in the kitchen breaking bowls at 3 am.” You felt your face flush. Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest, watching you from your spot on the floor. 

“Midnight snack?” You offered up lamely. Yoongi sighed through his nose; he didn’t have time for this. His last bit of coffee in his body was going to wear out and he still had at least 4 pages to write before he could call his semester finished. And yet, here he was in the kitchen with his oddball roommate. 

For the second time that night, Yoongi’s body moved on it’s own volition. He found himself moments later, crouched next to you and helping you clean.

“Can’t have you getting hurt. What kind of roommate would I be?” He grumbled, mostly to himself, his hair falling down in front his eyes. A tired smile came to your face and it took everything in Yoongi’s power not to melt at the sight; he couldn’t let you know how in love with his roommate he was.