Me After The STYDIA Kiss

Me after the STYDIA kiss

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Handshakes of a Lifetime OT7 x Reader BTS Soulmate AU ...the meeting room is getting closer and closer, basking you and those around you in warm light, and you think about all the internet comments people write about this kind of moment, “she must have saved a country in her past life to experience this.” Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 / Ch4 / Ch5 / Ch6 - 4% / ?

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tannieschim

2 years ago

My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold || KNJ || Masterpost

(banner by @/itaeewon)

Title: My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold

Rating: NSWF - minors dni

Genre: college!au, roomie!au, angst, s2l, slow burn, eventual smut

Pairings: KNJ x female reader, unrequited KTH x reader (reader is in love with best friend!tae)

Summary: You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love.

Lesson One: there are such things as a right way and a wrong way to love and to be loved. Warnings: pov changes - some scenes are namjoon’s pov, conversations revolving around the past loss of immediate family members, language, drinking, angst, a LOT of poetry sorry, eventual smut - sections will have individual warnings

Author's Note: huge thank you to @/kookstempo, @/casuallyimagining, and @/toikiii for beta-ing and listening to me talk about this series a LOT!!! Second thank you to @/jeonqkooks for the gorgeous banner and ALSO for listening to me talk about this way too much lolllll

Series Teaser:

Namjoon peers at you through eyes squinted in suspicion. “How drunk are you?”

You consider this. “Enough that I want to kiss you again, to hell with the consequences. Not too drunk to remember that there would be consequences.”

The playfulness leaves his face; it’s too obvious not to notice. “Consequences like what?”

It’s a challenge. He knows you know it.

“Namjoon,” you say, a little pleading. Don’t.

“Consequences like Taehyung would see?” he presses. His voice has gone hard.

I. Your Wild-Running Heart | 7k

II. My Devotion's Been an Ocean | 7k

III. So I Speak Your Name | 7.5k

IV. Something Has to Change | 7.5k

V. Say What You Mean | 6k

Teaser:

Namjoon’s not sure what makes him brave enough to say it - maybe because he’s been drinking. But he opens his mouth and asks, “Taehyung… what would happen if she did start to date someone?”

Coming Friday, February 10th!

VI. Don't Think About Him | 6k

VII. Supposed to Be With You | 6k

VIII. Nothing Grows Here | 5.5k

IX. Heedless and Willful | 7.5k

X. So I Follow | 7.7k

XI. Something You Have to Build | 5k

Extras:

-> The apartment's layout

-> Section II Poetry Analysis

-> Section III Poetry Analysis

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tannieschim

2 years ago

In Real Life • pt1

-> Being transported into a fanfic is not exactly Jimin's ideal type of weekend, especially not right after you rejected his attempt to ask you out. Now the two of you will have to help the author write a happy ending if you ever wanna make it back to real life. Can he write a happy ending with you too?

Main pairing: gamer boy!jimin x fem!creative writing major!reader

Genre/au: trapped in a fanfic!au, enemies to friends to lovers, low-key love triangle, sports!au (archery), college!au, a good amount of fluff, a poor attempt at humor, some angst, inspired by Teen Beach Movie and Extraordinary You

Warnings: breaking the fourth wall sorta / pov changes, embarrassing moments, Jimin being a sweetheart bc I can't write him any other way, themes of depression and anxiety, more warnings to be added to part 2.

Wc: 14.1K

Disclaimer: this is not meant to represent all fanfiction and I'm not implying that all fanfic writers or readers only engage in fanfiction to escape reality. it's just for the sake of the story.

💿 the author - Luz :: more of you - JP Saxe :: main character - Zach Hood

a/n: yes, I had to split this into two parts because I planned it to be 15K but it's turning out longer than that sooooo yeah, hope ya'll enjoy the first part and if you do/don't want to be tagged for part 2 just let me know :)

"You're still here."

"I'm still here."

Jungkook doesn't know what to say. He's been a jerk. A complete bonehead, oblivious to what's been right in front of him this entire time.

"I thought you would have left already," he says with downcast eyes.

The implication is that you should have left by now. There's no reason for you to wait around for this jackass. He's been nothing but cruel to you, doing the things he did, saying the things he said.

"I should have left," you admit, shamelessly standing before him still, "but there's something I have to say."

Jungkook leans away, listening with intent but also nervous for what you'll say. Surely, you're going to scold him for his actions, tell him off, curse him. It would be an appropriate response given what he did.

But you open your mouth and the most curious, unexpected words come out.

"Jungkook, I can't do this any–"

Your phone is suddenly snatched from your hand, your eyes following it helplessly over your head to the bleacher behind you.

"Hey! My phone!"

Park Jimin. Teaser extraordinaire and the only student you know who got a legit scholarship to a legit university for gaming. That's right, this geek got into university by playing video games. A fact that has continued to irk you considering you worked your ass off to graduate high school early and still only got into your third university of choice after being rejected twice.

"Whoa, what is this?" he snickers at the screen, giggling among his so-called friends that always follows him around as he reads your precious fiction embarrassingly loudly. "He suddenly grabs your waist, pulling you against his firm body to kiss you with so much passion you feel your heart is going to–"

You swipe your phone back, slapping his hand in the process. "Don't steal people's stuff!"

"Was that fanfiction? Oh my god, you actually read that shit?" he belly laughs, almost falling off the back of the bleachers but his groupies catch him just in time.

Too bad.

You shut off the screen with the app still on and stuff your phone in your jean pocket, turning to the front with crossed arms and a pout.

"Mind your own business, Park."

"Do you like it when guys randomly grab you and kiss you?"

"No," you flick your hair back, "but even if I did, like I said, mind your own business."

"Aw come on, it's just a joke. Lighten up, it's the first game of the season."

No, he just enjoys teasing you for your reactions. You try not to let him bother you because to be honest he isn't worth your time, but he has this way of getting you so riled up that you have to react. Stealing your phone, eavesdropping on your conversations, sliding into your DMs and spamming you with that one fancy duck meme that you told him makes you uncomfortable but he keeps sending it anyway.

You tried to ignore him but he's attached himself to you for god knows why. His purpose in life must be to make you miserable.

Your school's basketball team made another score on the court and the crowd started cheering, a good enough opportunity as any to slip away. Just goes to show what trying to be social and involved in school spirit will get you. Teased and irritated. You should have stayed in your dorm and worked on your creative writing final like you originally planned.

"Hey, where are you going?" Jimin calls after you, leaning to see around his friends, but you don't reply.

You duck and weave through the aisles of the bleachers. The stadium is packed as mess so it's impossible not to bump into people, unfortunately.

Someone grabs your wrist just as you manage to slip past the bleachers and into the concession stands area, making you turn around in surprise.

"You're leaving already?" Jimin asks.

"Yes, I'm leaving. Let go, please."

He drops your limb. "But it's only half time."

"I've got an assignment anyway."

"Do it later. Come watch the rest of the game with me."

"Honestly, I don't want to sit with you, Jimin."

"Whoa," he puts his hands up in surrender, "did I do something?"

You scoff, "Is it really that shocking to think I don't want to sit with you? We don't even know each other that well."

"Then let's get to know each other. Go on a date with me."

You're too shocked to speak. It's a prank. He can't be serious about this. Jimin found out you like fanfiction and now he's trying to make your heart race by sticking his hands in his pockets and half smirking like he's charming or something.

You cross your arms. "Why should I?"

"Because I like you."

"No, thanks."

His smirk turns downward, shoulders slumping. "Why not?"

"I don't like you like that," you explain as kindly as you can. You are being kind because you could say you don't like him at all and it would be closer to the truth.

"That's the point of dating," he says with a confident tilt of his head. "You may like me once you get to know me."

"I don't want to date the guy who steals my phone and teases me about my hobbies."

"Okay okay, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stolen your phone," he says with a genuine nod, "but fanfiction, really? That stuff is for loners and hopeless romantic fangirls."

"I'm guessing you wouldn't want to date a loner or a hopeless romantic fangirl, huh?"

"Well no, who would?"

"Then you don't want to date me."

The crowd behind you start to bustle, pouring into the open space of vendors and snack bars and bathrooms, crowding your shoulders and walking through the space between you and Jimin.

The conversation was over anyway, so you give one last wave and start to walk away.

The crowd is thick and difficult to maneuver. It doesn't help that you're not nearly as tall as half the male fans here. Basketball is a tall sport so you should have expected this, but you press on, trying to slip through holes and low tunnels in the crowd to evade any further conversation with your nemesis.

Jimin's calling fades into the background. You turn to see if he's still following but he's not around, probably went back to his seat seeing as you made your rejection clear as day already.

It blows your mind because this stuff only happens in kindergarten. Teasing you because he likes you? It didn't even cross your mind. No college-aged graphic design major is that emotionally immature, right? If he really likes you he should treat you with respect like a gentleman from one of Jane Austen's novels.

You squeal when a large shoulder hits you square in the chest, complete disregard for the person they just ran into.

Falling back, you brace yourself for a harsh landing when a pair of arms catches you at the last moment, twisting you around and pulling you into a steady embrace.

"You okay?"

You peer up to find Jimin holding you securely against his chest.

So he was still following you.

"Yeah," you reply, pulling your legs back underneath you again, but he keeps his arms around you. "Thanks."

"People never pay attention at these things. Let me walk you out–"

He's interrupted when another rough nudge to his back sends him jerking forward, feet shuffling to keep from falling on top of you, his lips lightly brushing your nose.

That was close.

You scrunch your nose instinctively, making yourself smaller within his arms when they naturally squeeze around you.

"...sorry," he mutters with a light blush on his cheeks, watching your cute expression with concern.

You push away from his chest, too embarrassed that your heart is actually racing to say anything else. Looking down, you trudge through the rest of the crowd and make a bee-line for the exit.

Good god, you have to get out of here.

It's so much easier to breathe once you're outside. Puffs of warmth escape your lips when your head falls back with a large sigh. Finally some coolness on your cheeks.

Muffled squeaks of sneakers on the court and groans from the audience are all you need to know the game has resumed. Jimin must have gone back then. There's no way he followed you all the way out here after all that.

"___! Wait up!"

"You have got to be kidding me," you whisper to yourself in disbelief.

This dude cannot take a hint.

"I'm sorry for…back there," he says shyly when he's come up behind you. At least he's apologizing on his own accord this time. "I got bumped. It was a mistake, I swear."

You turn to give him a small nod, arms wrapped around yourself. "It's fine."

"Are you cold? You should've brought a jacket."

"Yeah, I didn't because I didn't know it would be this cold."

"Here, you can have mine."

"No!" You quickly stop him with a hand held up when he starts to strip his outer layer. "I don't want your jacket, Jimin."

"But–"

"I'm not trying to encourage anything, okay?" you interrupt him. "Please, don't give me your jacket."

He slowly pulls it back over his shoulders with a frown. Your hand lowers and you tuck it back into your crossed arms, a slight shiver running through your shoulders.

"At least let me walk you to your dorm. It's dark."

"I'll be fine. Goodnight, Jimin."

He doesn't respond but you can feel his eyes on the back of your head as you walk away.

Okay, maybe you feel kinda bad turning down his jacket since you are freezing and he could have just been trying to be considerate. But with the knowledge of his crush on you, you just couldn't accept it with a clear conscience. Especially not right after turning him down so blatantly.

That's right, this is the jerk who's been teasing you relentlessly since you met last semester. Now you know it was all because he likes you. Childish. This isn't kindergarten.

So what, you like fanfiction? Lots of people do. It's an escape from the disappointment of reality, and everyone needs some of that at some point. Hell, Jimin plays video games for hours a day! Sure, some of it is for his major but he's probably also trying to escape reality part of the time, and you don't blame him.

You pull your phone out of your pocket and open up the tab for your fanfic, finding the spot where you left off. A little escape from reality is exactly what you need right about now actually.

But you open your mouth and the most curious, unexpected words come out.

"Jungkook, I can't do this anymore. I'm tired, okay? Tired of trying and never getting anywhere, tired of my feelings not being reciprocated. So, I'm done. I'm done with you–"

He suddenly grabs your waist, pulling you against his firm body to kiss you with so much passion you feel your heart is going to explode.

His lips are perfect against yours, like pillows of sweetness. But they're nothing compared to his potent tongue, slipping between your lips and drawing a soft moan from your throat.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest and squeezing…

You shake your head when the image of Jimin catching you pops into your imagination.

…squeezing you so close you can feel his heartbeat through his white t-shirt.

Jungkook's hands follow the curve of your waist, allowing the kiss to keep pace for a moment, enjoying your taste, the warmth of your tongue and the coolness of your lips.

He pulls away from the kiss and takes a deep breath. His fingers gently brush your hair from your face, forehead leaning against yours lovingly as he gazes into your eyes. It feels like a scene from a movie.

He smiles that wickedly beautiful smile and whispers soft and low…

"Watch out!!"

Your arm is grabbed right when you lift your eyes from your phone, the blinding headlights of a car coming right at you.

There's not even enough time to gasp.

All you recognize is the pull of your body being jerked back, a stinging pain shooting up your arm and into your shoulder, the twist of your ankle as it trips over the curbside.

Maybe it's your imagination, but you swear you catch a glimpse of Jimin's face before you crash onto the sidewalk, your side landing on his arm, and your head painfully slamming into the ground.

His head is pounding when he comes to, rivers of red behind his eyes like poison. Even after he tries to blink them away, they persist for a moment.

"What the fuck…" Jimin groans, reaching up to rub his head.

Shit, that really hurt.

Just as he starts to make sense of where he is in space, a body next to him starts to stir as well.

Slowly, you shift where you lay on his arm, rubbing your head where you must have hit it on the sidewalk too.

"Are you okay?" he asks, still blinking to bring his world into focus.

Even if you're not, maybe you needed a good knock on the head. You were about to walk out in front of a fucking car because you were too lost in whatever fanfic you were reading. Idiot.

You sit up, a hand on the side of your neck as you twist to help with the stiffness. Your neck pops and that helps a lot.

"I think so." Your eyes land on Jimin and his position on the ground. "Did you…thank you."

"Don't mention it," he sighs and sits up next to you, "just look where you're going from now on."

"Right. I will."

"Sure your head is okay?"

"It's pounding a little," you confess.

"Mine too," Jimin replies, pulling your ripped sweater back over your shoulder.

And then the most extraordinary, unexpected thing happens.

The moment is suddenly in slow-mo. The action of his hand brushing your skin when he moves your sleeve, the way his eyelashes softly flutter when he looks at you. The background blurs into a mass of nothingness, there's a soft hum of a melody coming from somewhere and fairy lights around his face like a filter. You're completely enraptured in the moment, physically unable to look away from his angelic form.

When he's finished helping you cover your shoulder, the world returns to normal.

Perhaps you hit your head a little harder than you thought. It's playing tricks on you now.

"Hey, Jimin?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Wasn't it nighttime before?"

Curiously, he takes a gander at your surroundings, and sure enough, the sun is high in the sky. That means the basketball game ended and everyone left the stadium, passed by you two lying unconscious on the sidewalk, and did nothing. The school will definitely be hearing about this.

"It was also October," he comments.

It feels rather warm for it being this far into Autumn. Not to mention the trees are beautifully green and flowering everywhere you look. It's not just a warm day in October. It's a different season. A hot season.

He decides to shake it off and stand up, brushing off his clothes and ruffling his hair.

You stand as well, a little unsteady on your feet.

"You're not too dizzy to walk?" he checks just in case.

"I think I'm good. Are you okay?"

"Just a headache."

Something is definitely odd but he can't quite put his finger on it. Something feels weirder than normal, like he's not seeing things right, like his peripheral vision has been tampered with. When he's focused on you, everything else fades into the background until he makes a point to look away from you again.

He chalks it up to his head still spinning but he can't ignore the oddity of his environment right now. It still looks like his universe but something is…different. He can't seem to get out of tunnel vision mode.

"Where are all the students?" you ask.

Now is when he notices the lack of other people. The campus is completely abandoned save for the two of you and the occasional squirrel in a tree behind him.

"In class?"

"It is the middle of the day," you admit thoughtfully, but you don't seem convinced by his suggestion. From the expression on your face, Jimin gets the feeling you're sensing something isn't right either.

You take a single step and your knees buckle beneath you, a light gasp alerting Jimin to your fall.

His reaction is in slow-mo, arms scooping around your waist, supporting your sudden weight when you collapse into his embrace. Your hands land on his shoulders, your chest on his chest.

The rest of the world blurs into a mesh of nothingness until all he can see is you slowly looking up at him, eyes sparkling abnormally bright and lips shimmering temptingly. Your eyelids flutter at him, silently speaking to him in soothing tones. His gaze drop to your lips, filled with an overwhelming urge to kiss you stupid.

Just as the moment arrives, it disappears when you push yourself off his chest and stand up on your own again.

"Sorry," you quickly apologize, "I don't know what that was. I just, umm, my legs gave out. Guess I'm dizzier than I thought." You shyly tuck your hair behind your ear and then look at your hand as if it betrayed you.

"It's okay," Jimin assures you, just as confused. "But...did you happen to see that?"

"See what?"

"Nevermind."

Even if you did see it, what reason does Jimin have to believe you would admit you also experienced whatever fanfic shit that just was.

Wait. Oh hell no. It can't be. That stuff only happens in video games and movies.

"Hey, ___, when you accidentally walked in front of that car and I pulled you out of the way…you were reading fanfiction, weren't you?"

You roll your eyes. "Are you seriously going to tease me right after a near death experience? That's low, man."

"No, no, that's not what I meant," he says. "You're gonna think I'm insane, but…doesn't something feel off to you?"

You swallow, clearly not about to suggest it yourself but you were thinking the same thing. Your expression shifts to realization mixed with horror, wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

"What is it?" Jimin urges.

Without a second thought, you start searching all over the ground, the side of the curb and the grass on the edge of the trees, desperately looking for something.

"What's wrong?"

"My phone!" you insist frantically. "Help me find it!"

Without arguing, Jimin kneels to the ground and starts searching as well.

Thankfully, you find the device a moment later. The screen is cracked but otherwise it's not broken. It turns on just fine and you unlock it to reveal the screen you were reading right before Jimin pulled you out of the way of that car.

"I knew it," Jimin clicks his tongue, "you were reading fanfiction and not paying attention. You could have gotten seriously hurt if I hadn't been there, you know."

"Jimin…" you slowly turn the screen so he can see it clearly.

"What, I don't get–" he freezes, absolutely horrified. "Is it…how is it…doing that?"

"I don't know," you reply, releasing a shaky breath as you watch your words appear in quotations on the screen. "Is it commenting on us?"

You wave your arm in random directions as if that's the best way to test whether or not I actually know what you're doing right now. You look stupid by the way. You should probably stop.

"Oh fuck, no way," Jimin refuses with a shake of his head, watching each letter appear on the screen in perfect time as it leaves his lips. "Whatever sick trick this is, I'm not a part of it. Make it stop, ___."

"I'm not doing it!" you insist, unaware that you are in a way, because these are your words being typed right now.

"No, I'm not!" you insist once again. "Whoever is doing that, we're not in your story so cut it out!"

Oh, but this isn't my story anymore. It's yours.

"What?"

"I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but you better leave us alone right now!" Jimin yells at me.

But here's the thing, I started this fanfic with the intention of two lovers having a happily ever after and my pairing isn't working very well. So, I had to improvise.

Welcome to the fic, you two. Let's write some fanfiction, shall we? There's a special pair of idiots who need your help to fall in love.

"I don't understand…" you reply to me, slightly shaking where you stand.

Jimin notices, but he's too nervous to reach out and take your hand. He doesn't want to admit it, but he's still hurt from your rejection because he genuinely likes you but sucks at showing his feelings since his mom walked out on him.

"Hey, isn't that kind of personal?" Jimin spits back at me, just barely keeping himself from throwing the phone against a tree.

But I actually do need your help.

"For what?"

To get this fanfic back on track. There are two characters I've written on this campus who are meant to end up together, but they're not exactly cooperating with me. I need you to find them and get them together to make the happy ending.

"Why can you just write them together?"

That's the thing, I lost control of the story. Whatever I end up writing always backfires. You might call it writer's block or poor motivation or just a lack of writing ability, but either way, I need some assistance to get this story back on track.

If you two will agree to help me, I won't control your actions or dialogue, I promise. You can do and say whatever you want and all I'll do is record what happens. Help me write this story from the inside and I'll let you go afterwards.

"And if we refuse?" Jimin crosses his arms, watching me type his actions out with a disdainful frown on his face.

I've got a large following waiting for this fic to come out, so I really need to hurry up and get this done for them. It's for the fans. If you don't help, I can end this fic right now and you'll never escape an unfinished wip.

"No, you can't," Jimin doesn't believe me. He thinks he's calling my bluff but inside he's nervous I'm telling the truth.

"Am not!"

Am too.

"Am not! You're lying."

Would you like to test that theory?

Jimin doesn't actually want to test that theory.

"Whatever," he grumbles.

We don't get along apparently, which makes me sad.

But while Jimin and I have our little squabble, you've been carefully considering my offer, haven't you?

"Fine."

"What!?" Jimin reacts in shock at what he just heard. "You're agreeing?"

"If we do this, we get to go home. Whatever author this is clearly does not intend to let us go unless we agree to help."

You're right, I don't.

Jimin pinches the bridge of his nose. He knows he has no choice but to agree. He's going to agree, so I don't know why he's being like this.

"Yeah, yeah okay enough with the commentary," he sighs. "I'll do it."

And from that moment on, the world became a little brighter, more in focus, and Jimin felt his point of view slowly returning to his mind.

"Thanks."

The internal control to move and breathe and speak becomes apparent in your bones as well, filling your lungs, and sparking the tip of your tongue. You look at Jimin with a worried but attempted brave expression.

"Where should we even start?"

In a flash, you and Jimin are standing in the cafeteria of the school. In front of you is a two person table but only one girl sitting alone with her textbook. She's brighter than the rest of the student body and wearing different clothes, which separates her as a main character. The main female lead.

"Guess that answers that question."

The rest is up to you. Please, make sure the story has a happy ending. I'm counting on you guys.

"You go talk to her."

"No, you go talk to her."

"Give me one good reason why I should be the one to talk to her?"

"Uh, because you're a girl," Jimin points out the obvious, gesturing to your curvaceous figure. "She's the female lead."

"You're way better at making friends than I am," you argue.

"Says who?"

"You're the extrovert."

Even just looking at her sitting alone intimidates you. Not that you're always introverted, of course, around your family and in familiar environments you're perfectly fine. But you've never been confident in taking the initiative when it comes to meeting new people, not like Jimin.

He scoffs, "And? This is a fanfic, I don't know how things work in this world. Besides, you're one of her own kind."

You hit his shoulder, but his tease did lighten the mood, so he calls it a success. The first time you've smiled since waking up with him on the sidewalk.

"Come on, you're great at bumping into people," you jest, making reference to your interaction at the basketball game with a sly grin.

"Ha ha, very funny."

"You don't have to do much, just figure out where we are in the story. Once we know that, we can figure out what's next," you tell him, turning him to face her direction.

Jimin eyes her from across the cafeteria, nervously biting his lip. Yeah, he's an extrovert but he's not the best at talking to girls. You of all people should know that; he spent months teasing you because he didn't know how to approach you like a normal human. When he first saw you, he thought you were just…too pretty for a casual introduction.

Granted, this fanfic chick is significantly less attractive than you are. But that doesn't mean she's not a girl.

"Oh, she's coming this way." You push on his shoulder blades as he leans back, digging his heels into the ground. "Don't lose this chance, Jimin! Do you wanna get out of here?"

"Don't rush me!"

With a final shove, Jimin trips forwards, nearly crashing into the girl as she walks by. He manages to catch himself but not before his stumbling lands him right in the pathway of…

"Oh!" she exclaims, jumping at the surprise of an odd boy suddenly appearing in front of her.

Jimin freezes, eyes wide and staring directly into hers. He softly chuckles and straightens out his jacket.

"Sorry. I tripped."

"That's okay," she smiles innocently. "I trip all the time."

He scratches the back of his head. "You ever fall when you trip?"

"Huh?" She tilts her head, eyebrows lifted in confusion.

"Nevermind. Umm, I'm Jimin by the way," he introduces himself with a handshake, hoping the conversation can start flowing naturally now that the expected awkwardness has hopefully passed.

The girl accepts his hand, the other tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "It's nice to meet you, Jimin. Do you ever fall when you trip?"

He blinks. "What?"

"Nevermind. Umm, I'm Your Name by the way." The girl offers a handshake…again.

He accepts it (again) with an unsure look, carefully noting how she just repeated him, like word for word. As if she couldn't come up with her own contributions to the conversation.

"I'm sorry, your name is…?"

"Me," she smiles innocently, one of the few actions Jimin realizes that she knows how to do.

"You're…"

"Your Name."

"Right, what is it?"

"My name is Your Name."

"Your name is Jimin?"

"No, it's Your Name."

"I don't get it."

"You're so funny," she giggles with a soft hand to her lips.

He huffs, "No, I'm Jimin. Who the heck are you?"

A harsh slap strikes across his back, echoing across the cafeteria but none of the surrounding students pay it any mind.

"Ow!" Jimin yelps, retreating from your hand. "What the hell?"

"It's nice to meet you, Your Name," you say sweetly as if you didn't just leave a nasty red handprint on his back. "I love your top."

"Oh, thanks! I love your top too."

"Yep." With a sigh and a nod, you face Jimin and speak directly to him, arms crossed and hip popped out in disappointment. "The author led us to the right girl. She's the reader insert, alright."

Your Name occupies herself, amazed by her own hands and interlocking her fingers with a wishful sigh. She's been written to fall in love with the man of her dreams, to discover angsty heartbreak and become the apple of her lover's eye. When she's not doing anything directly related to that purpose, she's just an empty shell of a character, a copycat filling space and time until her next scene.

"She's dumb as a sack of rocks."

"No one is reading the story right now, remember? The author is still writing it. Your Name is an empty character," you explain, scanning her perfect figure up and down with a jealous click of your tongue.

"So, if someone reads the story…"

"Then part of that person's character is reflected in Your Name. It's what makes fanfiction fun to read. You get to put yourself in the story."

Okay, maybe Jimin sees the attractiveness in that. It's an escape just like video games, except more lame and pitiful.

Your Name has yet to do or say anything else. She just sways with her hands folded against her chest, mind empty, no thoughts, unable to leave or initiate anything without the author's guidance or some other trigger.

"Why would anyone want to be her?"

The doors to the cafeteria burst open, immediately stealing everyone's attention. The whole building pauses in place, heads turning in slow-mo to see what the big commotion is about, choirs of gasps and the sound of panties dropping to the ground left and right.

In walks sex on legs, dark hair fluffy with a gloved hand brushing through thick bangs, skin tight jeans and a leather bracer around his wrist. He pretends to pull an arrow from the empty quiver on his hip, shooting it and a charming wink in the direction of a cafeteria worker, chuckling when they faint against the wall with a hand over their heart.

There's only one person who could have that kind of effect simply by walking into the room.

"That's why," you reply, hypnotized eyes following his every move through the line to get lunch. "The main male lead."

"So, it's all about the guy, huh?"

"Obviously. It is a Jungkook fanfic, so yeah."

Jimin gawks. "Wait, that's supposed to be Jeon Jungkook? You mean the singer slash actor in real life?"

"Yep," you sigh in content. Even if this is a fanfic, you're in the same room as the Jungkook and you'll never forget this day.

"That dude doesn't know archery," Jimin pouts.

"It's a fanfic, so he does in this story, okay? Shut up."

Jimin just rolls his eyes, too proud to admit the way you're staring at that fanfic character makes his blood boil something awful. But you're not the only one entranced.

Your Name hasn't been able to blink since Jungkook walked in, hands folded shyly at her chest and lips slightly parted. She holds her breath as he struts in her direction, whipping his hair out of his eyes only for it to gracefully fall over his forehead again.

Jungkook passes by with his lunch, but he doesn't even give Your Name a glance, not even the barest of recognitions. She opens her mouth as if she wants to say something, but no sound comes out. Just a defeated sigh when Jungkook sits down at a table with a bunch of other students and not her.

She pulls her bag further up her shoulder, putting her head down and walking out of the cafeteria as unnoticeably as possible. Jimin watches her, a surprising sense of sympathy for her despite reminding himself she's a fictional character.

You lift a finger to your temple, leaning into Jimin's side as you both watch the scene play out. "I understand."

"What? What just happened?"

"We have to get Jungkook together with Your Name. She's the shy, unnoticed school girl and he's the popular, sporty hunk with a heart of gold."

"Oh come on, that's the worst trope ever." He rolls his eyes in Jungkook's direction. "Heart of gold my ass. He just walked right passed Your Name and didn't even flinch."

"Like you would know anything about fanfic tropes."

"Video games have tropes too, you know."

You roll your lips tight when he sticks his tongue out at you, trying not to smile at how cute he was just now.

"Like what?"

Jimin begins counting on his fingers. "I could name five off the top of my head."

"Are any of them the shy school girl and popular sports star?" you ask.

He drops his hand and expression. "No."

"Then you can reference video games again when they can actually help us," you say, looking back at Jungkook's table. "For how, we need to figure out a way to get those two together so we can end the fic and get out of here. Any ideas?"

Jimin shrugs. "I don't know. I'm hungry."

You're deep in thought, unconcerned with Jimin's empty stomach. He starts rubbing it over his shirt, whining your name and poking your arm over and over.

"Let's eat something, please."

"We don't have meal swipes for this place," you reply shortly, shooing his hand away without ever once losing focus on Jungkook.

Do fanfic characters usually use meal swipes? There's no hurt in trying. The author probably had way better things to write about than whether or not the characters used their meal swipes or paid cash for their lunch.

Besides, this is the spitting image of your real life cafeteria back on campus. If this school is based on that school, then maybe his meal swipes can work. (Does that mean the author goes to your and Jimin's university? Whoa.)

You're not going anywhere. Might as well try.

Wouldn't you know it, Jimin uses a meal swipe to get a tray and two plates for a much needed meal break. So, he makes his way around the different stations of the cafeteria and collects a little bit of everything onto a tray, stacking piles of dino nuggets and mac 'n cheese especially tall.

After tucking two canned sodas under his arm, Jimin finds you right where he left you. Standing in the middle of the floor, eyes glued to the archery star, and biting your nail into a numb.

"Hey. You should eat something."

You look to find the tray of food he's gathered, impressed but mostly grateful.

"You're probably right," you finally admit when your stomach unmistakably starts gurgling. "Food is important."

"Come on, we can think of a plan while we eat."

The two of you make your way to a free table within eye shot of Jungkook's table and slip into opposite booths. Jimin pops open your soda for you, a small smirk on his lips when you gasp at the meal in front of you.

"Dino nuggets and mac 'n cheese? Oh fuck yes, my favorite nostalgic meal ever! How did you know?"

"It's mine too."

After a lengthy discussion at the cafeteria, you and Jimin decide to map out what you already know and what you need to know on the way to an upcoming archery tournament.

Seeing as Jungkook didn't pay Your Name any mind in the cafeteria, but he also didn't display any tension to suggest a break up or fight, it's safe to assume they haven't met yet. Which means you're at the start of the fic, the very very beginning. Depending on the author, this could be a 5K marathon or a 25K marathon.

As the author, I'll give you a hint: it's longer than 5K.

You stuff your phone back into your jean pocket after reading the update, feeling tired just thinking about the work ahead of you.

"Author said it's a lengthy fic. Which means we've got multiple scenes to get through. We could be here for a while."

Jimin swings his arms as he walks beside you, keeping to the outside of the sidewalk so he's closer to the road.

"Shit."

"Yeah," you sigh, fanning yourself.

"Are you warm?"

"Are you not?" you ask in shock, upgrading to two-handed fanning. "It's a million degrees out here. How are you still wearing that jacket?"

Jimin shrugs. "I'm fine."

The sun beats down on your sweater harshly, punishing you for still having it on. Soon enough, you can't bear it anymore. Your arms cross in front of you, fingers pinching the hem of your top and pulling it over your head to reveal a white tank underneath. Instant relief hits your skin.

You tie the sleeves of your sweater around your waist and tie up your hair so it's off your neck.

"Much better," you sigh to yourself. Now maybe you can actually think without getting heat stroke.

"So–" Jimin clears his throat, eyes forward and nowhere else. "So you've read this story before, right?"

"I've read stories similar to it, so it should be pretty simple to figure out. The archery tournament should be a good place to start. Sport events are usually where major plot development happens."

"I sure hope you're right."

Of course, you're right. Jungkook is the archery champion and Your Name is bound to be around here somewhere. After all, who would give up the chance to watch their crush excel at what they do best?

No doubt, this scene will be an important milestone in their relationship. You just have to remember your role as wing woman and make sure Jungkook notices Your Name this time around.

The field is decorated with targets and large, fake deer in the distance. All the archers are dressed in their gear, looking fine as heck you must admit. Never thought archery would do it for you but the strap across the chest and holster around the waist accentuates more curves than you were ready for. Damn.

"There." You direct Jimin's attention with the point of your finger at the provided refreshments. "Your Name is by the water dispenser."

You call out to her as you approach, ducking to avoid the many eyes of the bleachers because good god there's a lot of students here. The crowd makes you feel rather uneasy, but you push your introverted tendencies to the side and focus on the task at hand.

"Oh, hi ___. Hi, Jimin," she greets you happily.

Jimin nods at her, but his focus is on getting a cup of water.

"Are you excited for the archers? Who do you think is gonna win?" you ask with a friendly touch to her arm, trying to be social.

"Of course!" she answers with an innocent smile. "Jungkook will win for sure."

"Have you cheered him on yet?" Jimin asks Your Name while handing you the cup of water. You gratefully down it. So, he gets you another one.

"Everyone is cheering for Jungkook."

"But did you tell him personally that you're cheering for him?"

Your Name's smile fades a little, pulling back into a shy expression as she tucks her hair behind her ear.

"No."

"You totally should," Jimin says while you gulp down the second cup of water he filled for you. "He'd appreciate the support."

"You think?"

"Trust me, I'm a guy. If a cute girl like you wished me good luck on my tournament, hell I'd wanna win just for you."

Her cheeks instantly flush, eyelids fluttering as her body turns to face Jimin fully, the dim around her light starting to shine brighter.

"Really?"

"Yeah, sure."

Your Name rolls her lips, running fingers through the tips of her hair. "Do you have a tournament coming up? I'd love to cheer for you, Jimin."

"Me?" He blinks. "Uhh, no. I'm not really into sports."

"What are you into?"

"Gaming," he says slowly.

"That's so cool!"

"Umm…"

Jimin shares a look with you out of the side of his eye, unsure how the focus shifted to his interests. You interrupt with a hand on her shoulder, low-key turning her to face Jungkook's direction again.

"Jungkook is into archery. Isn't that cool?"

Your Name's neck stays turned toward Jimin until you place two palms on your cheeks and make her look in the direction of the archery team.

She scans Jungkook head to toe. The archer tightens his quiver, adjusting it on his hip before bending over to tie his shoe. Never thought you'd be jealous of a man's ass but goddamn, the author blessed him with zero regard for their weak audience.

"Wish him good luck like this, watch me–" You hold up two fists and smile as big as you possibly can, making your voice higher pitched and turning your knees in for a cuter effect. "You can do it, Oppa! Fighting!"

Jimin nearly does a spit take. You're fucking adorable.

Your Name seems unsure though. "You really think he'll notice me if I do that?"

"I'm sure he will. Now go get 'em!" You give her a little booty pat to send her on her way.

She timidly makes her way over to Jungkook while you and Jimin observe. This will work. This has to work. Jungkook doesn't have to fall in love with her right now, you remind yourself. All this has to do is get him to notice her, put her in his radar. This is the meet cute, the part where he realizes she's on his side. He finds a companion in someone he never expected, a shy bookworm he's never noticed is his biggest fan.

Jimin leans into your ear and whispers, "Call me Oppa. Just once."

"Not even in your dreams."

"Damn it. Worth a try."

While Your Name doesn't knock his socks off like you hoped, at least Jungkook recognized her efforts and thanked her for the cheer. They don't immediately hit it off and he doesn't look for her in the crowd during the tournament, but that's okay. He knows she exists now, so essentially this scene completed its purpose.

It's almost halfway through the tournament and nothing else has happened. Your Name sat down in the bleachers looking somewhat lost as to where to go since you claimed her spot by the water dispenser.

"Don't worry," Jimin says, watching Jungkook shoot his third bullseye in a row, "it's not a 5K fic, remember? Something new will happen any second. The plot has to progress somehow."

Wouldn't you know it, Jimin is right.

From seemingly nowhere, an arrow comes shooting right at you. Instinctively, you squat to the ground at the sound of the arrow whistling past you, piercing and shattering the water dispenser beside you. In slow-mo, of course.

A small wave of water spills out, soaking through your tank and all down your back.

All you can do is squat there for a moment, taking in what the actual hell just happened. The slow-mo effect dissipates but the entire field has gone quiet, including the idiot who just shot that arrow.

Jimin kneels in front of you. "Oh my god! Are you okay? That arrow didn't hit you, did it?"

You shake your head, staring at the ground in silent shock, panic rising in your chest.

"Thank god," he hangs his head in utter relief and sighs, "that was way too close."

You agree, trying to catch your breath when he offers you a hand to help you stand.

The moment you're back on your feet, your whole fanfic world freezes. Even Jimin's eyes have gone wide and his tongue gets tied.

You immediately cross your arms over your chest, curling in on yourself and trying to cover your soaked through white tank top that's sticking to you like a wetsuit, totally and completely see through. Your brightly colored bra does little to help the situation.

Jimin doesn't hesitate for a single second. He strips his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders, zipping it to your chin. When you don't move, he pulls you into his chest for some extra coverage and comfort.

You're not sure what to do, so your face ends up hiding in his chest, eyes squeezed shut, wishing you could disappear in his arms.

"Come on," he whispers, ushering you off the field, one of his arms wrapped around you protectively while the other hovers over your face so you don't see the eyes of the crowd watching you exit.

Consequently, you don't see Jungkook's curious eyes following you either.

Jimin sits you down on a bench a little ways around the corner where there are no spectators.

"Are you okay?" he asks, kneeling in front of you, hand resting on the bench beside your thigh.

Your stale expression doesn't shift but your eyes start to fill with tears, the white of your pupils turning pink and your eyelids fluttering at the sting.

Jimin feels his heart drop at the same time your first tear does. The first time he's ever seen you cry.

"Everyone was staring at me. They wouldn't stop staring…"

For the first time, Jimin is witnessing how much your introverted personality affects you. Being embarrassed is a common human experience, but it's so much worse for you. Those kinds of things are only magnified by a thousand due to your already anxious state in large crowds.

Your body closes up, limbs curling in on themselves even further inside Jimin's jacket.

"They all saw, didn't they?"

"No," he says immediately, causing your eyes to lift hopefully. "I was quick with the jacket, so I don't think anyone saw much of anything."

You sniffle. "You're sure?"

"Absolutely."

You know he's being kind, trying to make you feel better. Usually when people say things for the sole purpose of making you feel better, it doesn't help much. But even though you know Jimin is lying, his little smile and confident nose scrunch are cute enough to make you relax somewhat.

"Thanks," you shrug as a gesture to his jacket around your shoulders.

He smiles at you and it makes things a little better somehow. The background blurs, allowing you to focus only on him, putting the rest of the situation into perspective and making things feel all a little less daunting. Life doesn't feel as serious when Jimin smiles, and that's a rare experience for you. Out here, away from all the people, you can regather yourself and process things clearly.

You wanna touch him, just to be in physical contact with him again, but he stands up first, making your jerk your hand away from where it was reaching out inconspicuously.

"I'll go get you a towel and see if I can steal a dry shirt from someone."

"You're leaving?" The question popped out before you could stop it.

He holds back a teasing smile. "Should I stay here?"

"No, it's fine," you say quickly, turning your knees in. "Go get me a shirt. Hurry up."

He just snickers, whispering "cute" under his breath before sticking his hands in his jean pockets and casually making his way back toward the archery field. If anything, Your Name will probably have an extra top you can borrow. It'll be small but it'll probably work in a pinch.

Now that you think about it, you might be in this fic for a while. What about clothes, sleep and hygiene? Do you have a room in the dorms or will you and Jimin have to scrap on the side of the street for basic necessities? The author wouldn't leave you in that horrible situation, would they?

"Hey, you."

That's not Jimin's voice.

You turn your head to see none other than the main male lead confidently coming over to your bench.

"Just wanted to check on you and make sure you're okay," he says.

You nod, trying not to be stunned speechless that your in real life celebrity crush is speaking to you as a fanfic character in an alternative universe. Holy shit!

Jungkook smiles. "Thank goodness. I saw that arrow heading towards you and I think my heart stopped for a solid minute. You've got quick reflexes."

"Thankfully," you exhale. "My life definitely flashed before my eyes though."

"What did you see?" he casually asks, taking a seat beside you on the bench.

You're suddenly very aware of how close he is, shoulder to shoulder. When he turns his head toward you, the little sparkles in his eyes become noticeable and you can make out a small freckle on the underside of the curve of his bottom lip.

"I saw school. My family. My friends."

"A boyfriend?"

"No."

"You're single?"

You nod slowly. "Yes."

Jungkook seems pleased to hear this. He adjusts in his seat, a confident smug on his lips and an indifferent shrug on his shoulders.

"We should maybe go out sometime, if you're interested. You know, we could be…friends?"

If you were feeling more confident or outgoing in this moment, you might call him out on the fact that he just confirmed you were single and then asked you out as a friend when you guys don't even know each other. He definitely thought he was smoother than he actually was just now.

"Yeah sure," you reply, rather small and quiet.

"Great," Jungkook hands you his phone. "Put in your number."

With no reason not to in your mind, you do as he requests, adding a signature koala emoji at the end of your name.

"Why a koala?" he asks amused.

"They're cute."

"You're cuter."

Damn, that response was fast. As if he had it right on the tip of his tongue, ready to go for anyone.

Surprisingly, it doesn't make you nearly as fluttery as you expected. It was a good line, but the Flynn Rider smolder just isn't doing it for you right now.

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear but it's not flattering and it doesn't make your heart flutter. There's no slow-mo and the world around you doesn't disappear. Actually, it feels kind of awkward and he doesn't put your hair in the right place so it just falls again.

Jungkook stands, slipping his phone into his pocket now that he's got your info.

"I'll text you," he promises before waving goodbye, his other hand scratching the back of his head bashfully as if he's not used to getting girl's numbers. He totally is though.

Okay. Okay, don't freak out. This is a good thing. Now you've got a connection with both Your Name and Jungkook. This way will be easier to manipulate their relationship and eventually write a happy ending. That's the goal. In order to get out of here, you need a happy ending. That's what the author asked for.

Jimin returns a few moments later with a dry shirt and a towel. You tell him what happened, and he doesn't seem very pleased that Jungkook has your phone number. Not that he's willing to tell you why that bothers him, but either way what's done is done.

Now it's time for the next chapter.

"Actually, I think we should chill for now."

Jimin can't be serious, is he serious?

"I mean, why not? It's almost night anyway. Look, the sun is setting and we haven't even had dinner yet."

"Okay, so we go back to the cafeteria, get some dino nuggies, and then keep working," you reply.

But your dear companion doesn't seem too thrilled with that plan. He shakes his head, face scrunched in displeasure.

"Let's go out instead. I don't want dino nuggies."

You gasp, hand over your heart. "Don't want dino nuggies? When does anyone not want dino nuggies? They are the only matter in existence not capable of disappointment."

Jimin laughs with you, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. Why are you suddenly disappointed?

"Yeah, okay. I still would rather go get pizza or something," he comments.

"With pineapple?"

"Ew, no I'm not a psychopath."

"Well, I just figured since you don't want dino nuggies, there must be something wrong with you."

Jimin rolls his eyes, not noticing the cute way you smile at him, genuinely enjoying your conversation. He's actually kinda fun to talk to. He's sweeter than you originally thought when all you knew about him was that he liked to tease you. There's something captivating about the shape of his mouth when he talks, the movement of his neck, the shifting of his eyes from you to the sunset.

He leans back on his hands and looks out at the campus. The best place to get a bird's eye view is up here at the monogram. You can see the whole campus. Just as you expected, it's an exact replica of your campus back in real life.

Somehow, you find yourself watching his profile instead, the lines of his jaw and the curve of his nose. He's got soft features and they match his personality really well, you think. He's handsome and he's not going to abandon you here. He proved that today.

"Hey."

Jimin turns his head to look at you.

"I'm glad you're here with me." Your heart rate spikes as soon as you say those words, the realization that you just said them out loud hits you like a ton of bricks. "I mean, I'm not glad we're stuck in a fanfic, that sucks, but if I'm gonna be stuck in here, it would suck more to be alone because then, you know, it would be worse because I'd be alone, not without you specifically but just alone in general, ummm….I guess."

He just waits patiently until you're done stuttering like an idiot, his smile slowly growing with each embarrassed syllable. His eyes are full of fondness but you don't notice them while you're too busy trying to calm the palpitations in your chest by picking at blades of grass. What's this nervous energy all of a sudden?

"We can have pineapple on the pizza if you want," he says casually.

"I don't like pineapple." You steal a glance at him only to do a double take when you find him grinning like an idiot. "What's that face for?"

"Because I didn't know that about you. And now I do."

You're not sure how to respond, so you just scoff under your breath, muttering to yourself and pulling your knees to your chest, suppressing the desire to ask him about his favorite dino nuggie shape.

"Wanna bring the pizza back up here and eat?"

"Yeah, that sounds nice."

How you fell asleep outside, you'll never know. How you ended up cuddled beside Jimin is even more of a mystery.

Beside is a weak term to use when your whole body is curled into his front, one leg slipped between his legs and your arms tucked between your chests. He's lazily wrapped around you, arm laid across your side and nose almost touching yours.

When the chill of midnight wakes you up, you're sure it's a dream. His eyes happen to open at the same moment, a deep inhale through his nose as his world comes into view, as you come into view.

"Hi," he grumbles, voice scratchy and low.

"Am I dreaming about you now?"

"You probably got cold."

You look down, trying to move your leg but it doesn't want to pull away from the comfy spot it's found between his legs. When you look back up, he's watching you softly, half lidded eyes swollen from a rough few hours and the greasy pizza.

"So, this is a dream."

"Depends," his lips move through the dark, the feeling of his knuckle softly rubbing your cheek down to your chin and finally across your bottom lip, "if it is, are you gonna move?"

"No."

"Then this is a dream."

"Good."

"What if you pretend to be in love with Your Name?"

Jimin doesn't seem too excited about that suggestion. He lifts one brow and sticks his hands in his pockets, glancing over his shoulder at where the female lead sits at the opposite side of the cafeteria.

"But I don't like her," he says flatly, "plus she's a fanfic character. It doesn't make sense to ask her out."

"It doesn't have to make sense. It's a fanfic," you argue, leaning your back against the wall. "Plus, she's cute, come on. We need her to trust us."

Not as cute as you. And she's dumb. Jimin doesn't know if he could last a whole evening as her date let alone pretend to be attracted to her. She's not his type anyway.

"Statistically, dating someone based on physical attraction alone only works like two percent of the time," he assures you, sticking out his tongue at the sour taste of just the idea.

"Well, just pretend this is one of the times when it does."

"Sorry, I don't have enough experience points for that."

You roll your eyes. "Ha ha, very funny. Just go ask her out. We don't have any other ideas than to make Jungkook jealous somehow, and me dating Jungkook won't work because Your Name is too timid to act on jealousy."

Well, that does it. Now Jimin is determined to find a better solution. There's got to be a way to get those crazy kids together that doesn't involve you getting with Jungkook or Jimin acting like he can last longer than ten minutes with Your Name before wanting to suck his brain out through his ears.

"Look, every story has an algorithm, right? We just have to find this storyline's algorithm and use it to make the ending get here faster so we can get the fuck out of here."

"What do you mean?" you ask, not following along at all. But you're interested in where Jimin is going with this exactly.

He glances across the room at Your Name, eyes bouncing between her seat on the far wall and Jungkook's table surrounded by fellow archers who think they're cool because they can shoot a tree from thirty yards.

"Okay, hear me out," Jimin starts talking with his hands, which means he wants you to really listen, so you do, "you know how in video games–"

"No."

He rolls his eyes but there's no mistaking that tiny smile hidden in the corner of his lips. "Well in video games there's something called an algorithm."

"This is fanfiction, Jimin, algorithms are a math thing."

"They're also a story thing. The algorithm is the step by step process of what eventually gets you to the ending. It's what draws you in, makes it attractive. Sorta like the formula to the story. Predictability."

"Okay," you reply slowly. "I think I understand."

"So, what's the algorithm of this fanfic? What's the thing that makes the story move forward to get to the ending?"

You have to think for a moment, consider the characters and setting. What's the main premise that's going to eventually trigger the progression of the storyline? The glue between the romantic interests?

"Opposites attract?"

"Getting warmer." He taps his chin. "Anything else it could be?"

"Sexual tension?"

"That's it, you're a genius!" Jimin lights up.

A sense of warmth fills your cheeks knowing you answered correctly, and you have to stop yourself from smiling like a middle schooler when Jimin praises you.

He leans in closer, placing his hands on either side of you on the wall, encasing your smaller frame in his presence.

"A build up of sexual tension between two unlikely characters," his eyes trace the lines of your nose to your lips, "that eventually erupts in a heated finale of confession and passion."

You exhale, unaware you were even holding your breath, chest sinking and then filling up again with much needed oxygen.

There's that infamous slow-mo, the one that keeps happening during the most inconvenient moments. You're still not sure if Jimin also experiences it - probably not - but it's doing things to you.

His features become softer and rounder, the illusion of a blurry background causes your attention to be enraptured that much easier. His eyes gently blink and when they open, they've moved upward, now looking directly into yours.

The moment is all too fleeting when his expression shifts into something horrified and he suddenly clears his throat and stands up straight again.

You brush off your clothes, trying to act as inconspicuous as possible because whatever the heck that was has no impact on the goal at hand. No matter how unusually pretty his eyes are.

"So," you pull your hair over your shoulder and then toss it back again, "we need to build sexual tension between Jungkook and Your Name."

"Luckily, Your Name already thinks Jungkook is sexy. But how to make Jungkook notice her…" Jimin comments, a hand on his hip and the other scratching his head.

And then an idea clicks in your mind. "A costume change."

"Be serious."

"I am serious. In fanfiction, when a character changes their outfit to something sexy or different from their usual vibe, it makes the other characters notice them. OC's do it all the time."

Jimin guesses that could work. He tries to put it into perspective by imagining you wearing something you normally wouldn't. His gaming sweatshirt would be much too big for you considering it's big on him. The zipper is broken so it would probably fall off your one shoulder. His cat ear headset certainly would be a costume change, not to mention the sight of your beautiful legs in leggings, or even better, oversized pajama shorts and fluffy socks. He imagines how cute you'd be sitting in his lap and letting him teach you how to use the controller, whining when your character dies for the tenth time but then getting so happy when you win.

Maybe you even twist around and hug his neck, maybe you're so happy you give him a kiss. Maybe the two of you get so caught up in the kiss that you forget the game and end up straddling his lap in his gamer chair. Maybe things get a little heated and he takes off your sweatshirt. You're nervous but he makes sure you're comfortable first and foremost because he just wants you to feel safe and loved because you deserve to be taken care of and kissed like that. You deserve so much.

Yeah, a costume change could work.

Jimin responds before his imagination can go further, "Okay, so how do we do that?"

At that moment, your phone vibrates with a text from an unknown number.

[unknown] hey there cutie ;) it's JK ;) my team is throwing a party tonight to celebrate our win at the tournament ;) wanna swing by? ;)

Putting aside the major turn off that Jungkook just asked you to a party without indicating that he will be taking any kind of responsibility for the fact that he invited you to a party, this is just what the doctor ordered.

You show Jimin the screen. "Boom."

"Why four winky faces? Wait a damn minute, is he asking you out on a date right now?"

"Yep."

"Didn't even offer to pick you up," he grumbles, "what a loser."

"It's still a party."

"I guess."

"A sexy party," you clarify, "probably with alcohol. There'll be a bunch of NPC's and I'll make sure Your Name wears something that'll catch Jungkook's attention."

As much as Jimin is dreading going to a major social event that's not a sports game or gaming tournament, he can't deny that this is probably going to be your greatest chance at making some progress in the story.

He gives a little side eye, a smile in the corner of his lips as the two of you head to get food. "I didn't think you knew any video game lingo."

You nudge his shoulder as you walk. "I know a little. I live in the 21st century after all."

Jimin commits your giggle to his memory because, damn, it wasn't slow-mo but he felt his world light up because of it.

You get two trays and casually make your way over to where Your Name is finishing up her lunch.

"Hey, mind if we join you?"

"Sure," she smiles innocently - is it just you or is it annoying how symmetrical and sweet her smile is?

Jimin takes the seat between you both, instantly regretting the decision when Your Name scoots a little closer so their shoulders touch. He looks at you as if you're going to fix it, but you brush it off, starting to eat while moving the conversation along.

"So, Your Name, did you get the invite to Jungkook's party?"

"I heard about it–" wow news travels fast in fanfics, "--but I haven't gotten an invitation."

"You're in luck! Jimin needs a plus one."

"I do?" the unsuspecting victim asks in terror.

Your Name instantly starts acting shy, leaning even closer to him but turning her face away and only glancing to feign vulnerability or whatever other reason girls do that shit.

"You're going to the party, Jimin?"

"Apparently." He glares at you.

"I'd love to be your plus one. I don't typically go to parties, but it might be fun to go together." She bites her lip, catching Jimin's easily distracted attention.

Wait a second, is he actually staring at her?

"Really? You want to go with me?"

"Yeah, I really do!"

His expression softens. "No girl has ever wanted to go to a party with me. I'm kind of a geek."

Your Name shakes her head with a gasp, placing a hand on his bicep with a subtle squeeze. "Oh no! You're not a geek at all! You're the coolest guy I know."

You swear there are hearts in her eyes. Bitch. Can she back the fuck up? He's not a piece of meat.

Jimin looks totally lost. Flustered and very lost. Clearly, he's never been in this situation before. He turns to you for guidance and you reach around him to peel her hand off his arm, starting to regret your plan of having them go together.

"Sounds like you guys have a plan then." That came out a little more disappointed than you intended.

"Yeah," Your Name agrees with a soft giggle. "Should I meet you there?"

"I'll pick you up." Because that's what a gentleman does.

"Kay." She sways back and forth for a moment just looking at him, eventually picking up her tray and gathering her bookbag. "See you later then, Jiminie."

She practically skips away, her little skirt bouncing at her thighs. Jimin watches until she's out of the building, out of the scene, out of sight. And then he collapses in the booth with a tired sigh.

"That was intense."

"Jiminie?" you mock and cross your arms. "Where does she get off calling you Jiminie? You're not even dating, it's just a party."

"If you're that jealous, you can call me Jiminie too."

"I'm not jealous." Your reply is a little too fast, mumbling after, "...nothing to be jealous about."

He wants to call you out but you're cute like this, and he doesn't want to stifle your jealousy just yet. So instead, he lets you grumble through the rest of your meal together, resting his cheek in his hand and chuckling to himself each time you roll your eyes or stuff your cheeks a bit too full to keep yourself from cursing out loud.

Jimin doesn't own trendy clothes. Actually, in this universe, he doesn't own any extra clothes. Turns out when you get transported into a fanfic, your dorm room doesn't come with you. A dumb rule but whatever.

Thankfully, Jungkook is kind enough to lend him some party wear at your request. Not that the archery star is obligated to share his exclusive wardrobe, but he wants to get on your good side, and Jimin is in desperate need of an upgrade.

Jimin steps out of the closet and grimaces. "It's a little…tight."

"That's the point." Jungkook whistles. "Girls like tight."

"I like breathing."

"You look hot."

Despite his requests for something more comfortable, Jungkook is not the most accommodating character. His compliments help a little bit, but Jimin can't sit down without popping a button and that's an issue.

After Jimin has been dressed comes the agonizing process of choosing what Jungkook will wear to his own party. He leans against the door frame while Jungkook pulls more shirts from the closet and tosses them on the bed one by one.

"So," Jimin talks in the meantime, casually looking at his feet and the walls, "you sure you're cool coming with me to pick up Your Name?"

"Yeah, of course, man," Jungkook says, trying on the first top and checking it out in the mirror. "___ will be there anyway, so I'll just pick her up at the same time."

The fact that Jungkook was not going to pick you up without the convenience of Jimin's date is just outrageous. As if guys should need a reason to be gentlemen. But apparently Jungkook needs more than that. If you ask Jimin, he needs a reality check. How ironic.

"Plus she's your girlfriend, so I don't mind," Jungkook adds.

Jimin's eyes go wide. "Your Name? She's not my girlfriend," he quickly corrects.

"She's not?" Jungkook seems shocked, but then shrugs it off. "Oh."

"Oh?"

"It's just…does she know that?"

"What do you mean?"

Jungkook sighs as if he's not supposed to be sharing this secret information. He slips a shirt over his head, taking his time in answering while Jimin's concern grows out of hand.

"Your Name has been going around telling everyone that you asked her to the party, so people just kinda assumed you two are a thing."

"I didn't – I mean, I guess I did sorta ask her but it was more of a convenience thing. I don't like her like that," Jimin says.

"No worries, man, you don't have to explain anything to me."

Surprised his answer was satisfactory, Jimin decides now may be an excellent time to lure the conversation in a different direction. He's not only here to get an outfit for the party, he's here on a mission. Step one to get Jungkook and Your Name together is to get Jungkook thinking about her.

"So like, if someone else wanted to ask out Your Name, that'd be totally fine."

"Cool."

Jimin nonchalantly drags his toe across the ground, picking at his nails and shrugging as if his next comment isn't meant to be important.

"Would you wanna ask her out?"

"Me?" Jungkook chuckles to himself. "I mean, she's cute but I don't really know her that well. I'm glad you're the one bringing her actually."

"Why?"

"Your Name is friends with ___, right?"

Uh oh. Jimin doesn't like where this is going if this is going where he thinks this is going. There was a sliver of hope left that Jungkook hadn't completely counted Your Name out of the game, but it looks like his worst fear is becoming more and more real.

"I'd rather get to know ___ better to be honest. She's less, you know, ditsy."

Well, Jimin can't argue with that statement. He keeps trying, he has to. Even if the hope of getting out of this story without any broken hearts is already long gone.

"Your Name is cute though," he says in a positive tone.

"Yeah, of course she is." Jungkook's head drops back and he smiles at the ceiling like an idiot. "But ___ is just…"

Incredible? Enchanting? Hilarious? Genuine? Smart? Dedicated? Inspirational?

"Hot."

Jimin waits for him to say something else – something about your humor or sense of individuality or favorite shape of dino nuggies – but Jungkook doesn't mention any of Jimin's favorite things about you.

"Just hot?"

"What, you don't think so?"

"Of course, I think she's attractive."

"You'd have to be blind not to," Jungkook winks, gathering his shoes and spritzing some cologne into the air just to walk under it. "Besides, I'm supposed to be the hottest girl on campus."

"Who said that?"

Jungkook's attitude shifts for a moment, something somber that makes him appear more human than he has before. His usual main character glow dims and a filter flickers for just a moment, long enough for Jimin to glimpse something that was hidden before.

"You know, just people. I mean, if I'm not supposed to get the girl, then what? What should I do?"

It's a weird moment, one that Jimin isn't quite sure how to label. There's a dullness in Jungkook's eyes, behind which is a thought he'd never thought before. His eyes lower to the floor in a few blinks, the corners of his lips sinking too, and then it hits Jimin like a truck.

Jungkook isn't happy. Not by a long shot.

He shakes it off as soon as Jimin notices it and plasters his winning, stunning smile over whatever realism was showing.

"How do I look?"

Like the boy of every girl's dream. It hurts a little bit to look at Jungkook and know that's your type. Because Jimin will never be that guy. It's not his character, not his profile. He won't ever be a fanfic boy who wears designer clothes and always says the right thing and has perfect hair. He won't ever be good at archery or acting, or be able to make you swoon simply by walking across the room.

You want a Jungkook guy, and that's not Jimin.

"You look perfect."

Your Name is so pretty, there's no question. The girl of every boy's dream. But her wardrobe is…well. Let's just say her style is a bit bright compared to your preferred color palette.

"Come on!" she urges you, bouncing on her bed and clapping her dainty hands. "Let's see it!"

This is so stupid. Clothes are not this important, so why you have to try on fifteen different outfits just to make a fanfic character happy doesn't sound logical. Then again, has anything in this world been logical so far?

You shyly step out of the closet and into view, pulling down the material of your skirt to your mid-thigh. Layers of bracelets and patterned stockings flatter your body type while your halter top shows off round shoulders.

"Wow," she says breathlessly, "you're beautiful."

Okay maybe you feel a little pretty, but you didn't come here to get compliments. As long as she doesn't make you change again, perhaps you can actually make some progress on the story.

"Make up time!" Your Name announces, patting the seat in front of her mirror for you to sit.

"Oh, I don't need any, thanks."

"Of course, you don't need any, but it's fun to wear it," she gives you a sassy shoulder and clicks her tongue, gesturing for you to sit anyway.

Her smile says you don't have the choice.

As she starts with some cleansing pads to make sure your skin is ready, you figure this is as good as any time to talk about what girls usually talk about during scenes like this.

"So, boys," you start with an awkward chuckle, "they're cute."

"Boys are the best!"

"Especially Jungkook. He's super cute, right?" You open one eye while she does the shadow for the other.

Her lips spread into a sly grin, pausing your makeup so she can gasp. "Do you like Jungkook?"

"What? Me? No!"

"You totally do! You have a crush on Jungkook, oh my god! That's so cute, ___, you guys are so cute together. I can totally see it!"

"No! I don't have a crush on Jungkook, he's just a friend. I swear." You have to cut her off before she gets too excited about this completely wrong idea.

"Oh." She seems disappointed. "But isn't he taking you to the party?"

"He's – well, yeah – but it's more of a convenience thing. I don't like him like that."

"Then who's your crush?"

"It's–"

Whoa, were you about to say Jimin? You'd have to cut your tongue off if it did that. Unacceptable and unhelpful, why would he even be on your mind right now? This scene isn't about who you like anyway.

"I don't have a crush." Playing it off with a vague statement is probably wise.

Your Name pauses where she stands, a glitch-like twitch on her lips when she tries to respond. She starts to speak but backspaces over and over, like an unsure author rewriting a line again and again.

"But…you're such girlfriend material," she finally gets a full sentence out.

"Thanks, but that doesn't mean I have to crush on someone."

She actually looks a little worried for you as well as confused. "Then what do you do all day?"

"Go to school, play games, study, hang out with friends, write fanfi– uhh, write fantasy stories." That was a close one. "Just whatever makes me happy."

"Oh."

It's very faint, but you swear you see her eyes dull for a moment. Her main character gleam flickers out and what's left seems…real. Her shoulders slump into a lower position, the usual pep in her limbs drained while this seemingly brand new concept swims in her mind.

She looks down at herself unimpressed, unsure.

"Do you wanna change your clothes? They look uncomfortable," you ask slowly, not wanting to assume but also not trying to hinder whatever sudden character development may be happening.

"Oh no! I wasn't…well, I'm supposed to…I dressed up for Jiminie," she tells you innocently, "but the skirt is kinda…short, I think."

You take her hands and smile confidently. "Do you have an outfit you feel more comfortable in?"

She nods.

"Then you should wear that instead."

"What if Jiminie doesn't like it?" she frowns.

"So what? To hell with what Jimin thinks. To hell with what any boy thinks." You stand with half done makeup, Your Name's gaze following you in wonder and amazement. "Is it in your closet?"

She tentatively follows behind, watching you search through the many dresses and skirts hanging prettily organized by color and style.

"Which one is it?" you ask over your shoulder.

Your Name shyly points to the very back of the closet, to a small dresser with a single drawer. You open it and immediately gasp.

"Your Name, this is perfect!"

"Really?"

"Of course!" You pull out the clothes and hold them up to her frame, giggling at the sight of her lips slowly twisting into perhaps the first genuine smile you've witnessed from her. "It's your favorite outfit, right?"

"Yeah," she shyly admits. "Because it's comfy."

Then your eyes light up brighter than any main character, an aura of gentleness and genius emitting from your very body.

"Do you have a second pair?"

He's not sure why he's so nervous. It's not this is a legit date, plus he doesn't even like Your Name.

Jungkook gives him a nudge. "Smile when she comes down the stairs. Girls like that."

The previous conversation lingers in Jimin's mind, different possible outcomes if he had said something else, if he had kept the convo focused on Your Name for a little while longer. Eventually, the boys got to talking about archery and Jungkook led the conversation from there with hardly enough time for Jimin to comment.

For what it was all worth, Jimin didn't mind hearing about the different types of arrows and their tendencies when matched with a recurve bow versus a compound bow. Jungkook is clearly passionate about it, so he let the fanfic character rant. It's what friends do.

"Are they almost done?" Jungkook checks his phone and chuckles. "Girls. They take forever to get all dolled up, huh? It's cute that ___ wants to look nice for me."

Jimin starts to reply, but it's pointless when you arrive at the top of the stairs.

"Hi, guys! Sorry for making you wait."

With absolutely zero concern for your posture, you skip down the stairs, jumping off the last one and landing directly in front of Jungkook.

"I'm ready!"

He gawks at you, blinking and unable to utter a single word. You're wearing a blue sweatshirt with matching solid blue sweatpants. Your hair is tied into a messy bun, all makeup cleaned off, and ugg boots with bows on the back. The only accessory is a cute pair of casual studs in your ears that match your blue aesthetic.

You give him a once-over and smile. "You look nice, Jungkook."

"___," Jimin catches your attention while Jungkook glitches, unable to hold in his laugh when you rock on your tiptoes and hold your hands behind your back, "what's with the sweatsuit?"

"Your Name picked it out."

"She did?" He's surprised, as you expected.

"Yep!" You turn back to the stairs and call for the last member of your group. "Come on, we're gonna be late!"

All eyes are on Your Name as she appears in a matching pink set of sweats and classic black ugg boots. Her usually perfect hair is half up, half down in a braided bun, and this moment officially marks the first time a boy has ever seen her without makeup.

She shyly begins her descent, immediately reaching for your hand when she joins the group.

"Hi, Jimin," she swallows nervously.

"Your Name," he smiles, offering her his hand instead, "you look pretty in pink."

Her hand slips out of yours and into his, the lovely way his fingers fold between hers, the physical comfort leaking from his touch as it fills every crevice of her self-doubt.

She's glowing. Not solely because of Jimin. But because she's finally starting to be a main character of her own story. You can see it in the way her smile stretches across her face. There's something different about this one, something much more real.

You're smiling too, on the inside. But for some reason, you can't bring your lips to lift at all. All you can do is stare at their hands and feel your chest cave in on itself.

The rest of the world blurs into a hazy background, a lonely melody hums in the distance. The only thing in focus…him. Him and his precious, strawberry cheeks.

You should have expected this. After Your Name's comments left your thoughts in tune with your feelings for him, a slow-mo moment was inevitable. Still, it manages to catch you off guard because…he's not looking at you.

He's looking at her.

Unblinking, gentle eyes scan from head to toe in awe of what they see. His lips part when he talks like a magician using a spell to keep you mesmerized. The sound of your heart thuds in your ears, only getting louder and faster the longer you see him. But no matter how loud your heartbeat is, he doesn't hear it. Doesn't even acknowledge you while he's got her in his sights.

"You look cute in blue." Jungkook is the one who breaks the slo-mo by offering you his arm, unashamed to have you on it now that he's done belly laughing at the initial shock of seeing you dressed so casually for his party. "Shall we?"

The costume change worked in a way you didn't intend. It seems Jungkook didn't notice Your Name at all after he saw you. Even worse, Your Name couldn't care less about Jungkook right now either.

Things keep getting more and more complicated. As you walk with Jungkook behind the other couple, you can examine Your Name when she looks at him, when she talks to him, when she watches him. And it's very clear.

Not only does Jungkook not have a crush on Your Name, but now Your Name's attention has been swept away seemingly for good too.

And you realize…Jimin is glowing like a main character. But when you look at Jungkook, his aura is as quiet as yours.

Shit. This is not good.

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tannieschim

4 years ago

Tell Me What You’re Thinking (c.h)

Pairing: Calum Hood x Fem! Reader

Summary: You overhear something you shouldn’t hear. But Calum will make it right, won’t he?

Warnings: ANGST. Language (including insults), mentions of alcohol, drugs and cheating. MC with low self esteem. Some grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word count: 4 k

Author’s Note: hi I’m back with the angsty shit. This is very self indulgent, and I put Mitchy as a bad guy here, so sorry if you like him? Reblogs, Commets, Feedback and likes are very welcomed and encouraged! I love to hear from you guys ❤️ hope you like it and Happy Reading ✨🦋🌻

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You sighed as you finished your last paper. It was finals week and you were officially done with your exams and term papers for the semester. The last couple of weeks were rough and no one knew that more than you and your boyfriend Calum who has been by your side through this whole stressing process.

You smiled to yourself as you remembered the encouraging words that Calum often said to you. He knew how hard you worked in school and at your part time job in a law firm, and you appreciated how much he cared for you in times of stress and frustrations. Always cheering you up from the bleechers as you made a name for yourself.

Calum promised that once you were done with school for the semester, he was going to take you out on a well deserved Holiday, just the two of you and Duke as you celebrated another six months worth of work done. Everything was already planned for the next weekend and you couldn’t wait.

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tannieschim

2 years ago

one of the most amazing things ive ever read and its not even the first part. stunning.

heartburn (2)

pairing: jimin x reader

wordcount: 13k

glimpse: you thought jimin would’ve been relieved to break up with you in order to be with the woman that makes him happy; five years and an engagement ring, in exchange for late night conversations that make his cheeks hurt. you mean nothing to him anymore, that much you’re sure of — why would he be beside your hospital bed, crying out of his mind?

alternatively, jimin emotionally cheats on you while your wedding’s six months away, and the aftermath of it all hurts much worse.

[ part one + intermission + part two + intermission 02 + finale ]

[ still a lot of angst, some wholesome moments, mentions of arrhythmia + brief hospitalization, fainting n nosebleeds, emotional constipation and baggage, majority of all the confrontations you’ve been asking for, reverse card (?), intense longing and yearning plus hurting that u can’t explain into words ]

notes: i am still in so much awe of all the love and feedback i’ve received from the first part + intermission. as i said before, this does come from somewhere and even if this is fiction, pls read with care bc this is on the heavier side <3 im very sorry yet honored to all da people who sent me an ask saying that the first part made them cry, so if u think that this is tOO much and you’re bawling with no breaks, pls take a breather!!

as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!! even replying to this post sends me over the moon :) this is most likely not the last installment, so even if i have plans in making another part, hearing it from u personally makes me even happier n motivated :D | series masterlist

Emergency, Emergency, Emergency. This is Alpha, Juliet, Kilo. Can you hear me, Tower?

Jungkook feels like his heart is being ripped open at the sight, at the anxiety that lives in his chest — at the sight on his left; at the sight of you. He's flew planes countless times before, that's a given. He's been in the company longer than you do and he's just met you practically three weeks earlier prior to this, but he can barely recall the shock he experienced when you're not that much older than him and you're fresh in the company, but you already became captain. You're his captain. He's sure it was a fluke at first because when he caught wind that there would be a new pilot joining the airline, he became excited at first because he was always hyped up that he'd get to mentor the next one that comes in through the cockpit. He's sure his surprise was justified. That the hate he had for you at first was justified. After all, who wouldn't be surprised when they hear that the newest hire's previous job was being a personal assistant? That even if she's racked up 1,500 hours of flight hours and has her ATPL, not to mention the fact that she stopped working as soon as the specific requirements were achieved, she's already a captain upon entry to the company? And then he was paired up with you, hand-picked actually, by the president of the airline. Jungkook thinks it's normal to be mad. It's normal to despise you because it seems like you hadn't worked as hard as him but everything got handed to you so easily that it desensitizes his efforts. He's worked his ass so hard to even be in this company; he's been in here longer than you were, he has more hours than you do, and he's clearly the hardworking one between you both — why does he have to work under you out of all people? He thinks it's more than normal to be mad when he hears that your dad's the president of the company. Of course, that explains why you have it so easy and much better than he does. Because obviously, you're your father's only child — of course you'd be favored. Of course you'd be spoiled. But now? Now that he sees you on his left, body limp and passed out, Jungkook realizes that he's never once thought if you wanted any of this. Never realized if you've ever asked to be in this position nor wanted this treatment in the first place. He trembles, actually. For all the past three weeks, he's been faking his warmth to you because he thinks it would benefit him. If he wants the promotion, he wouldn't want to be snarky nor have bad blood with the president's daughter. He takes his time to ask you, to half-ass his concern for you, to make it seem like he cares. And you respond to him nonetheless, but the appreciation you've showcased for him was never staged like how he did it. It makes sense in Jungkook's head now — the empty eyes and the vague answers, the lack of a picture underneath your hat, and the hint of a tan line on your ring finger; all of those he's tried to connect to a discarded calling card you used to keep on your wallet for good luck, right at the trash bin in the rest cabin. Prod. JIMIN in a monochromatic card that's worn out from time with how it's aged on the sides, preserved intact at the expanse of your wallet, a handwritten note at the back of it. My first business card!!! Thank you, I love you.

Jungkook feels like his heart is being ripped open at the sight at the sight of you, realizing that he's misjudged you all this time but it's only when you're not talking; unmoving at all.

Affirmative, Alpha, Juliet, Kilo. What’s your emergency?

Seokjin’s back straightens even more the moment he hears the panicked voice in his headphones, keeping his cool.

He's what, three months in to the job? The deepest concerns he had to attend to as a controller were either turbulence or air traffic at most, but besides that, he's never really heard an actual call for emergency, much less a young panicked voice at the other end.

My captain passed out. Her nose is bleeding. She’s leaning on my shoulder.

Jungkook breathes in deeply at the weight of your head on his shoulder, wiping at your nose with his finger for the blood not to trickle down his white uniform; to distract him from the fact that you've fainted and are unresponsive.

She’s incapacitated then. Suspected unconscious or dead?

He chokes at the last word because not once did he consider the possibility since it was a far shot. He knows the controller he's talking to is just doing routine and his job but he feels agape somewhat, leveling his breathing in long paces.

Unconscious. I can feel her pulse. It’s f-faint, but it’s there. One crew member is a registered nurse, checking on vitals. Passengers are unaware of the situation.

He immediately noticed you were out the moment he's only heard silence when he expected you to relay the weather conditions upon preparation for arrival, looking at you in anticipation because if you weren't going to, then he'd be the one to tell Tower.

But he knew it. Knew there was a silence that lacked one less dimension of audible breathing. Knew it when he saw you with your eyes closed that you weren't just sleepy since you'd never do it on the job. Knew it when he called your name softly instead of your title but instead of being replied to, all he notices is the blood that gathers on your philtrum.

What’s your name, Alpha, Juliet, Kilo?

Seokjin raises his hand to flag down his superior and within a minute his senior is by his side, listening in to the conversation with all his concern. All eyes were on him and yet the nervousness he feels isn't for himself, but rather for the wellbeing of the pilot that audibly sounds worried.

He asks his name to ground him; to somehow calm him with the semblance of his name. They all speak with code and their names are basically rendered unnecessary, but Seokjin thinks it's needed this time. He thinks it'd help the pilot on the other line not only because it's his job, but also because he'd hate for the roles to be reversed and not one person thinks outside of the protocol.

First Officer Jeon Jungkook.

He speaks with no hesitation but his eyes are wary all-over, his neck oftenly craning to his left.

You are now the acting Captain of Flight 917, Jungkook. Are you able to land your plane on your own?

The taste of the title on his tongue should be sweet but he finds it the complete opposite, knowing that it's only a reminder of how he's failed you somehow. He could've intervened when he saw you being sluggish during the pre-flight check, or could've even made you take a rest for awhile when he saw you holding onto the lavatory door for support when you were all greeting the incoming passengers on-board.

He should've seen the signs. Should've been a better co-pilot. Should've atleast coaxed you to take a nap as he continues to monitor to forego lunch time. Should've noticed you weren't okay.

Affirmative, Tower. 15 minutes until arrival.

Jungkook's done this countless times before. He could land a plane by himself, with or without a senior. He knows he'll do well, but he's devoid of the awareness if he'll do it well enough because you're not awake. You're not like the other captains — you're kind. You'll praise him yet tell him gently on how he could improve his control of the brakes. You'll encourage him to make the landing announcement instead of yourself. You'll tell him he did a good job, to take it easy, and that you'll see him tomorrow.

Make short approach to runway 19, cleared to land.

He has a semblance of hope that you'll be okay — you should be, right? He doesn't know the controller personally but he feels like he can ask him for a favor even if it should be a given, the sentiment more than enough to prove that he's concerned for you not as a co-worker or a junior, but as a dear friend.

Able. Prepare emergency services upon arrival, please. She’s my friend.

Seokjin smiles gently to himself, making notes to call emergency services himself and not pass it to anyone else.

Will do, Jungkook.

It's not protocol to console the pilot but he feels like he should do it nonetheless, even if mere words aren't included in his paycheck. The acting Captain's soft please was too vulnerable that when he thinks about it, a little empathy wouldn't hurt; a round of tiny reassurance wouldn't harm anyone.

Your captain will fare.

( ♡ )

Jimin doesn't know how to face Yoongi at all.

He hasn't come to work ever since you left — didn't send his friend one message at all because he figures that he already knows what happened. He was always the sharp and keen one between the two of them, in fact, maybe he's even anticipated the whole breakdown.

Yoongi knows, of course he does. The moment that you've stopped reading his messages at the speed of light as soon as sent them, and Jimin didn't come into work the next weekday without so much of a notice, he knows.

What he did was work by himself. Wrapped up Eunji's EP and never entertained her curious yet devious eyes why Jimin isn't coming into work anymore.

Son Eunji, as an artist, is undeniably talented and charismatic. Her work ethic remains amazing and so does her drive even if she's spent quite the time in the industry. She's grace and genuineness personified — as an artist.

Son Eunji as an individual however, is cunning. She knows her way around and knows her own cues without buffering. She's consistent, driven at the most. She knows what she wants and won't stop until she gets her way to it, still poised as she shoots her shot even with her heel outside the boundaries. Even if it's unethical, even if it's foul.

Yoongi admires artists but never idolizes them; always giving a space for deficit because he knows no one is inherently transparent. He admires Eunji as an artist but he knows Jimin idolizes her. He always did.

His heart dropped the moment it set into his instincts that Eunji seems off. That Jimin is either oblivious or knows exactly what he's doing. Something was off when Eunji didn't flinch at all when he told her that you were Jimin's wife with every ounce of seriousness in his tone. That something's off when he checked the cameras to see that Jimin let her in so he could eat dinner with her.

Yoongi's all the more surprised to see Jimin come into work today, clearly down compared to the days he used to come in here when he had you at home and had Eunji in the studio.

He came into work two days after the EP was finally wrapped up. He didn't need to tell Yoongi he broke whatever emotional dependency and intimacy and affair he had with her because somehow, Yoongi almost always knows.

“Is it worth it? Is she worth it?”

He speaks thickly into the air when he realizes that Jimin just came into his studio to linger there, to just be with him and possibly talk to him (even if he didn't know what to say), instead of working.

Jimin didn't expect his friend to break the silence but he indulges in the venom on his voice nonetheless because he deserves it, one of the pinning questions in his mind stumbling from his lips in a shameful whisper.

“If you knew, why didn’t you stop me? Scold me, even.”

Yoongi stops. He actually stops doing the tracking beats he's been working and trying to perfect restlessly in favor of scoffing at Jimin, turning his body fully to seethe at him.

“And say what? That it’s only because I called you out that you stopped cheating on Y/N?” he's disappointed him and he has no ounce of mercy in trying to cover it up in favor of appeasing him. He doesn't tolerate Jimin and he will take sides, no matter what that means for their friendship. “What I did is tell Y/N what I saw, not what I assumed. I’m honest, Jimin.”

His friend in question pales as he desperately shakes his head no, eager to correct the assumptions plaguing Yoongi's mind.

“I didn’t — I-I didn’t sleep with her.”

He knows that.

Of course he knows that.

Yoongi may be blunt but he thinks Jimin's pathetic. He's still his friend but he thinks he's outright pathetic. He knows he's in a state of remorse and regret but he doesn't feel as much pity for him as he does for you, a clear show of his morals he always tries to keep in check.

“You don’t need your dick inside anyone for it to be considered cheating, dumbass.”

( ♡ )

Taehyung doesn't hire a personal assistant after you.

He doesn't hire one even if you've made him promise that he'd choose one from the handful of resumes you've hand-picked specifically for him. "They're much more skilled than me too, Mr. Kim. This would be great for you!" you've said to him excitedly, but that's just you.

That's your opinion. That's not his.

Two years ago he was lost beyond refuge. An entire company's waiting for him even if he didn't ask for it. It was shoved into his responsibilities and despite his name that people knew even if he's only stepped into the company floors once, as a child, one that had no idea he'd be named the CEO of several years later despite not wanting it at all — he was scared.

He was scared even if people did nothing besides looking up at him.

He was gonna start on a Monday and he hired you at a Sunday.

The whole meeting itself was impromptu. His dad's secretary gave him a whole box of resumes of aspiring personal assistants that bore such honorable degrees — all of those accolades, and yet they wanted to work for him. Him who barely knows anything about the whole marketing industry within itself outside of the spoon-fed and compulsory business degree his dad made him take, and yet these people wanted to work for him specifically.

He exhausted his own eyes reading sheet after sheet and he comes across to the last one on the bottom of the pile, his eyes skimming in surprise at your degree and he doesn't wonder why yours was at the very bottom. An off-chance. Perhaps an accident that was only mixed up in there but his eyes linger on your sheet the longest even if it wasn't even as lengthy nor decorated as the ones before you.

He meets you at a coffee shop on a Sunday, and the both of you start your first days on a Monday.

Taehyung is scared beyond his own relief and so were you, even though you'd never admit that you were terrified to know that you're perhaps the only one on the floor and the entire company with an unrelated degree and its accompanying experiences.

Taehyung was scared, but he was scared with you.

The both of you learned and grew together in spaces that were never built to house the two of you in the first place. It was terrifying and vulnerable to be in such esteemed positions that people would quite literally spend their whole life trying to gun for, but it was less terrifying and vulnerable with each other.

With you resigning from your position, Taehyung feels scared and anxious all over again.

The most he did was to assign two interns to the job that only belonged to you; one to take care of the calls, one to take care of his schedule.

He debates on texting you every now and then because ever since you've resigned, you haven't reached out even once. He's hesitant to do so because he thinks it'd be unprofessional, but after all, you're not working for him anymore and therefore it negates all crossed lines. The only link he has with you is your fiancé's wedding suit made by his personal tailor, but even that he's not sure of.

Could it be that you resigned because of your fiancé? Was it the pay? Was he not paying you enough that it made you quit?

Taehyung has to personally shake away all his thoughts because he figures that it's wrong to still dwell on your departure. It was your decision and the least that he could do is respect it. He knows he's not in any position to worry about you, but he knows you worry for him.

You worry for him when you see him fidget when he has a meeting with much older people that bear significant position within their own companies, the lines on their face telling him that it's their life's purpose to be the frontrunner of their business.

You worry for him when he types in emails that require great detail and attention and he triple-checks them for great measure, even beckoning you over to come take a look.

You worry for him when has to look over HR's reports of who's lacking and therefore needs to be fired because it seems like they're underqualified, and yet it's him who's sitting on the comfiest and most expensive chair in this building with his plaque that oversees papers explaining who's incompetent.

He worries for you too.

"Would this be Mr. Kim Taehyung? Of Kim Group of Companies? Would you happen to be related to someone in the name of-"

Taehyung hears nothing but ringing in his ears.

At first, he doesn't even know why the unknown caller's obtained his number in the first place, and his personal one at that. He thinks it must be someone he's blocked before (he has more than several) and it's just a new number that's calling him.

By the second sentence, his eyebrows furrow. He assumes it must be urgent somehow, and if it really was then it should be coming from his dad or atleast his secretary. Besides that, his number is never up for grabs for any of the other employees besides one. If someone wanted to know that you were working for him and his company, the HR's telephone lines would be provided.

By not even halfway through the first sentence, he realizes it's you.

It's from the hospital and it's about you.

He can't even begin to think that the reason he was called in the first place was because it's his calling card that it's in your pocket, linked to you directly. Your airline ID card was on you but it could only be traced back to you and your company in the event that it was lost, therefore doing nothing for them.

The hospital staff saw a picture folded in between your notes of money, but at a quick glimpse at you when you were wheeled in, the family of four on the fading photo doesn't include you at all.

They're mere faces; faces they can't trace, faces that they can't link back to you.

Taehyung listens attentively as he gathers his things and makes quick note to tell his makeshift assistants that he'd be gone much earlier or for as long as necessary, barely blinking as he listens to the speaker on the other line.

"O-oh. I'm sorry, sir. I did a quick search and it seems to be that you're the CEO of your company back there, correct? I'm afraid that Miss Y/N is in Jeju. Would you happen to know any of her relatives that I can call instead?"

Taehyung barely blinks at the fact that in order to get to you, he'd have to take an airplane. He's been given a brief explanation of your condition and what he's absorbed is that you're hurt, in a different place altogether, with no one.

"I'll see what I can do to check on her family and friends," he fidgets while he almost dashes to his car, thinking of the fastest route to get to the hangar that's a product of wealth he's somehow always been uncomfortable with, but now he's conveniently thankful for as he thinks about a certain private jet he doesn't have to check in baggage for nor queue lines with.

"It's okay, getting to her won't be a problem to me."

( ♡ )

Taehyung feels pity for you before he feels awe.

He feels pity for you at the base of his chest because the first person you'd wake up to wouldn't be your fiancé or family or anyone you'd want to be with the most in a hospital that lacks a sense of home — no, you'd wake up to him.

He's only connected to you as a formal boss; someone important enough to be in your wallet but not probably important enough to be considered as your first contact in a time of emergency such as this.

And then he feels awe.

He feels awe because such an unprecedented and terrifying thing happened to you mid-air but here you are, looking a little more vulnerable than how you used to in a hospital bed with sheets that aren't familiar like how they are in clinics back home, and yet the first thing you do when you wake up is gasp at his presence, the shock of seeing him dissipating into a warm smile.

"Taehyung? What are you doing here?"

You sound genuinely curious and surprised, no underlying malice beneath it. After all, who wouldn't be surprised to see your former boss as the first person beside you in this specific circumstance?

"Because you forgot to throw the trash in your wallet, that's what," he chuckles as he waits to see everything sink into your mind of how he ended up here, his face turning confused on how you unconsciously pout at him.

"But your calling card's my lucky charm," you tilt your head and jolt in place anyway when the curtain gets swept away, mumbling the rest of your words when you turn to greet the attending doctor to you. "I'm sorry that you had to be dragged into this, Mr. Kim."

He slacks at the return of the professional title, scratching the back of his ear because his wording and tone definitely could've used some more work if he just chose to focus on how relieved you looked having someone with you.

"It's Taehyung," he sighs as he nudges your elbow with his knuckle intentionally, looking away sheepishly as an attempt to apologize for sounding so dismissive of you, "and I'm here because I wanted to be here for you anyways."

You feel awe for Taehyung before you feel pity.

You're awed at how he's even here in the first place, the only context you had in mind being his calling card placed in your wallet and someone must've called him for you, but as straightforward as it sounded, it could've been all that you needed to know.

You know it's the time Taehyung would be leaving the office judging from the peek you took at your doctor's watch and it makes you think how if Taehyung's here, right now, he left the office during work hours — he left the city during work hours in favor of coming down here to be with you.

And then you feel pity.

You feel pity because he's still dressed in his expensive suit and you're reminded at the lengths your boss would go for you, the realization dawning in you that perhaps you're not exactly alone.

You pity yourself because you landed up here, with your former boss classifying as an emergency contact because there's no one else.

"Should I call your fiancé?"

"Yeah I'm — what? Hm?" you're preoccupied with answering questions from your nurse and tending to Taehyung at the same time that that you don't notice how he's angling towards your bag, having waited for you to wake up because as much as he felt compelled to ask for permission to call your family or better yet him, the guy whose name is Jimin whom he assumes is your lover for the numerous times he's seen the name in both your personal and work phones.

He's barely heard your confirmation (which really wasn't for him in the first place) before he rummages through your bag, already knowing his way around. He knows where you keep the gummies he munches on in between snack rides. Knows exactly where's your powerbank that became his overtime because he didn't want to lug around a brick. He's aware of which nook of your bag your phone's placed in and even knows the password, having played games and watched shows there before when he didn't want to open his own phone because of the notifications he gets.

Taehyung doesn't know why Jimin isn't visible throughout your recent notifications but it appears soon enough when he searches for him in your contacts, tapping to call the number without hesitation — he's even surprised when it gets answered at the first ring.

"Hello? Would this be Y/N’s fiancé?"

Your ears immediately prick that it makes you whip your head around and call for him sharply, slightly startling the nurse who's drawing your blood.

Taehyung immediately stops talking as he looks at you with a wide mouth, never having heard such a venomous tone from you. He even pulls away the phone from his ear, tuning out the voice from his hearing that he's unaware is already frantically calling out to him.

"We’re not together anymore."

It takes one solid second for Taehyung to understand and he immediately drops the call and practically your phone as if merely holding it burned him, mouth closing in distaste.

He apologizes at the miscommunication and how he's become a little too overbearing to you a little too quickly, being dismissed quickly with a smile that told him you understood — after all, it wasn't his fault. How would have he known if you've never even told him a single thing prior?

Jimin whines at his phone as if raising his voice to it wasn't enough. He's only heard incoherent mumbles before it was dropped so violently, swearing that he could've heard the sharp tap of the thumb ending the call.

Yoongi only looks at him blankly, only the least bit concerned about Jimin's state when he heard your name in the beginning because he mumbled it underneath his breath.

He only looks but he catches Jimin's gaze anyway, frantically shaking his head even if he wasn't interrogated about what happened in the first place.

"No, no. someone called me," he swallows, tapping the number again but it couldn't be reached this time. "The number's not accepting calls from me anymore but the guy said Y/N's name. He asked me if I was her fiancé and-"

He couldn't believe it at all. Jimin's been trying to reach you for weeks and this is the only time he's ever saw your number again, believing for a second that he was restricted during the time. Why was it your number but not your voice? Why would someone ask him a question such as that, especially coming from your number?

"It could just be a harmless prank," Yoongi scoffs because even he doesn't believe it, crossing his arms when even he knows too that a mention of the f-word such as that isn't harmless. "Y/N never said anything to anyone. No one knows that you're engaged."

It was true anyway. The only logical thinking behind the whole action of calling Jimin from your phone but from a different person altogether would be too far-fetched that it seemed comical.

Yoongi types a little too harshly on his keyboard.

"No one knows Y/N."

Jimin's on the verge of pulling his hair and his friend's words do little to even try and soothe the panic he feels in his stomach, the column of his neck burning.

"Maybe her phone got stolen. It's probably a pap wanting to dig dirt on you by mentioning her name at the same sentence as fiancé. Didn't even call you by your first name. He just wants to hear your voice, it's recognizable," he pokes his tongue to his cheek, snorting at how it's likely but Jimin still chooses to believe that someway somehow, you'd be the one to willingly reach out to him.

"Don't be delusional, Jimin."

And he tries. He tries not to.

He tries not to be delusional when he sits at the secluded smoking area for the sake of being alone, the lingering smell of cigarettes reminding him of the faint scent of it on his dad.

Tries not to be delusional that at the same time his dad crosses his thoughts, it's his number that appears on his phone. Apparently he's been calling him three times in a row and this is the only time he's noticed his phone was ringing incessantly in the first place.

He picks it up, was originally about to apologize for not getting to it sooner, but now Jimin just feels sick to his stomach.

His dad's always been a hit with the kids. Has always been a good friend and father figure to many which is one of the main reasons why he has so much godchildren, ranging from ages that are older than Jimin and even younger than Soomin.

One of his godsons are Kim Namjoon — the nice, tall older friend that Jimin used to play with consistently when he was a kid, but stopped being friends with after him and his family moved to Jeju.

Namjoon really doesn't want to meddle in his patients' businesses if it's not necessary but when he does his rounds in the emergency room for those who are just waiting to be placed in a room, and he sees you, he thinks it's necessary.

He hasn't met you before but he definitely knows you. He's seen you in countless photos in social media that his godparents are still trying to work their way around with, your name being tagged so oftenly.

He's confused to why you're here despite having seen your airline ID and uniform and even the rundown of what happened to you, you're only with this well-off looking guy that's been brooding ever since he got here.

Jimin isn't here. His family isn't here. You're here with a guy he hasn't seen before.

Namjoon doesn't know what type of moral compass he should let prevail at this moment in time while you, the rich guy, him, and his nurse are all within the curtain — but he calls his godfather nonetheless.

Jimin could only take so much all at once, his mouth drying to have heard your name linked in anything but positive news.

"She's... s-she's in the hospital?"

( ♡ )

You fall asleep after the multiple tests Dr. Kim made you undergo.

By the time you wake up, baby blue curtains don't greet you because it's instead a wide expanse of a room with much better lighting and a view that does, realizing it was already night and you weren't in the emergency room anymore.

Instead, you're in the private VIP hospital suite, and you didn't remember deciding on this room or any room at all for the matter.

"Did you get me transferred here?"

You speak particularly to no one right in front of you but it summons Taehyung anyway, coming from the large partition between your bed and what you assumed to be is the seating area that rightfully comes with this of an expensive-looking suite (this is in fact one of the only three rooms they have in the hospital), a smile on his face.

The meek upturn of his lips tells you enough, attempting to crouch just far enough to get your bag from the table next to you before he could even stop you.

"Charge it on me please," you make quick work of outstretching your card from in-between your fingers to Taehyung, a light-hearted chuckle leaving you when you notice his look of hesitance. "Don't worry. I can afford it now."

Taehyung looks for one, two seconds before he bursts out laughing, shaking you off as he pulls up a chair with cushions this time, sinking into them comfortably as he didn't even flinch when he swiped his card awhile ago for your room's amount that didn't even make a single dent to his account.

"Nah. Just consider this as an ex-employee benefit," he yawns, abandoning his suit jacket awhile ago to be in his white dress shirt that he's already untucked, taking solace on how someone's gonna be here the next morning to bring him his change of clothes and the extra things either he or you would need. "You didn't even take a sick leave anyway when you were working for me."

"You're not gonna go back home?"

You could only hope that he'd tell you he would go home because that would help alleviate your guilt of how he already far and beyond for you, yet you can't deny either that having company for the night would be something you wouldn't oppose.

"It's okay. You need a guardian anyway."

He chuckles when he sees your eyes narrow, reminding him of the times you'd deadpan at him when you walk on him playing Overwatch instead of tending to his job.

"I'm an adult."

"I know."

You know it's a lost cause to argue with Taehyung anyway but atleast you know now that you took your chances, tilting your body to lay more comfortably on your side when you think about a crucial detail. "Do you have anywhere to sleep in?"

"VIP room, I told you," he reminds, awed instead of pitying when he thinks about how you're worrying for him despite the state you're in. "There's a pull-out couch and I can ask the front desk for blankets and pillows."

If anyone told you what would be happening to you on this day alone, you wouldn't have been surprised with how it all seemed untimely and incoherent.

But if anyone told you that despite all the pacing of the past few weeks, or this day alone, that even for a night you wouldn't be alone because someone's there for you, Taehyung is, you would've thanked them for the bout of safety they've just allowed you to bask in.

You feel the urge to tell him the truth. You don't want him to carry your burden but for once, you want to feel like you have someone to share it with. The people you'd normally share it with aren't with you. They're your past. A reminder of your past and your dreaded present, knowing it'd be heavier to contain everything in.

You're not alone.

You shouldn't be alone.

Yoongi made you feel you weren't alone when even up to this morning, because that was the last time you've checked your phone, he checks in on you and tells you about things he think would lessen the pain your heart.

He did it when he didn't want to feel complicit for all the things he's seen and the instincts he's been through, taking the risk of being ashamed in the event that he gets proven wrong (he wasn't) than not telling you at all.

Taehyung makes you feel that you aren't alone by the time you tell him the breakdown of everything that's been going on in your life, details that didn't used to be privy to him because of the state of your professional relationship now being open.

He does it when he looks at you but this time it's without the pity. It's without the concern that's born out of not knowing what was going on. It's without the apologetic eyes of how he should've cared for you as a personal assistant as much as you did when he was your boss.

It's the warmth.

"Do you have anyone to pat your head for you?"

"What?" the question naturally catches you off-guard, shaking your head no as soon as you realize what he was asking. "I — no. I don't."

His question isn't something to dwell on for any longer because he hums with no critique in his eyes, making you blink twice for clarity.

"Okay," Taehyung says softly, tucking his left hand to the pocket of his slacks as he reaches out his right, gently placing it on the top of your hair.

"I'll pat your head for you."

( ♡ )

By the time Jimin learned you were in the hospital, the nearest flight he was able to book was the earliest flight the next day.

By the time he was boarding the plane, he bumps into his own family, only to know that they've booked the same flight unknowingly, only a couple of rows apart from each other.

Neither of them speak to each other. They don't ask each other why they're here in a plane bound to Jeju at the crack of dawn and their responsibilities abandoned.

Jimin didn't have to tell Yoongi he wasn't gonna be working for some days. His dad gave the neighbors a week's supply of cat food in case Miso comes looking for them. His mom cancelled on her once-a-year friend outing. Soomin made an excuse letter complete with a fake doctor's note to excuse herself from her classes for atleast the rest of the week.

None of them question each other. The four of them know anyway why they're here and who they're here for.

The concept of planes itself bring a chill on Jimin's spine as his eyes keep flickering on the cockpit every now and then, just hoping by a miniscule thread that all of this must be some sick joke and you've been comandeering the aircraft the entire time.

He pretends he doesn't hear it at all when this guy comes out of the cockpit and speaks into the intercom, the title of First Officer Jeon or something like that slipping his ears easily because it isn't as significant as your name.

Now that he thinks about it, Jimin hasn't seen you with his own two eyes working as a pilot — not even once. He knows he hasn't seen you in your uniform because of the exact reasons you've told him but here he is anyway; endlessly worrying but feeling pathetic nonetheless because he feels like he doesn't have a right to.

Jimin feels pathetic and he know he's selfish.

He's pathetic and selfish when he barely waits for his family who's moving as quick as him and almost shut the door on his sister when he hailed a cab that could get him to the hospital the fastest.

He's pathetic and selfish when he lets himself cry as the gravity of your situation dawns on him because you must've been so alone and vulnerable, unknowing either if his presence would've made it better but he thinks other wise.

He's pathetic and selfish when he bursts through doors and without conscience, tell the front desk that you're his fiancée and he needs to see you immediately, oblivious to how his anxious family behind him is added to the equation because none of them needed to act the role of being worried for you.

You're unaware of the turmoil brewing behind your door because Taehyung distracts you from the anxiousness towards your upcoming test results all the same, the bickering being light-hearted that it eases you immensely.

You're unaware of what happens to your heart the moment the door to your room is opened in blind panic, registering the confusion in Taehyung's face before you could recognize what's gotten him so shocked.

Jimin, most of all, feels pathetic and selfish when you look at him as if you're terrified — intimidated, blank, and unlike yourself when you take into sight the entourage of the all too familiar people behind him.

"I thought you left me for good."

You could only see a flash of hair before you feel someone at your side, embracing you for all of dear life and it's when the familiar fragrance of a house, not a home, guts you in the abdomen just as quick.

"Soo-?" you swallow the lump in your throat because she feels all too solid and all too real, your trembling hands above her skin being the one to remind you that she's exists. "Why are you here?"

"Jesus, are you okay, dearie? How are you?"

The scent of a particular house hits you from the other side of your bed, eyes unconsciously whipping to greet the eyes of the man that's looking at you with utmost concern.

"Mr. Park," you tremble in your words but he's the one who recoils at the unfamiliar endearment or if you could even call it one at that point, eyes unblinking as you try your best not to let your tears prick. "I-I'm in Jeju. We're in Jeju. How did you-"

"I'm sorry we couldn't have come sooner."

The maternal scent of the house takes you off-guard when she almost crushes you, embracing you with all her might just like how Soomin did but this time, it's desperation twofold.

You're overwhelmed and it makes you want to cry. Your VIP room is large enough to host a party of 20 and yet you feel suffocated, abruptly straightening your posture on your bed that rings the bells in their head.

"I'm Taehyung."

The deep familiar voice reminds you of your friend's presence and your chest deflates in relief, seeing him make himself known and visible to the room, shooting you a look of understanding.

“Kim Taehyung. Y/N’s old... boss," he clears his throat, a little crowded but not bowing nonetheless to the unclear gazes they give him. "I’m Y/N’s friend.”

None out of the four of them speak but it's broken as soon as Mr. Park pulls him into a hug, sighing in relief at the appearance of the tall and well-dressed man before them.

"Thank you so much for taking care of our daughter."

Your tears prick even more painfully and the tick of your jaw remind Taehyung why he even spoke up in the first place, maximizing the time that their attention was on him.

"I-I think it would be best if we all let Y/N breathe on her own right now. She looks a little overwhelmed," he lays it on as gently as possible and even attempts to deflect their realizing but concerned glances away from you.

"Right, right. He's right, honey," Mrs. Park agrees almost immediately as she reaches her hand out to Soomin, her other hand empty in the realization that Jimin's still rooted at the door.

They all know clear and well that Soomin wants to disagree with Taehyung, wanting to stay by your side.

Jimin's still frozen. His own eyes are pricking and they never left you, not even once throughout the whole time he's opened the door, but he feels like he can't see you at all.

He doesn't know if he can see you because he's unsure if this is even you at all.

"I'm sure your son knows when Y/N's overwhelmed."

Taehyung cuts the silence by speaking thickly into the air, a hint of a dare to his tone as he sets his eye on Jimin who takes the millisecond to spare him a look that's nothing but poisonous, clenching his jaw as he looks down on his shoes.

Who does this guy think he is? His features now appear in his mind that they did indeed belong to your former boss, the belated anger he had for him reforming again as he's the reason why you've made countless sessions of overtime. Of how he's worked you to the core and are probably a contributing reason why you ended up here anyway, despite switching jobs.

"Let's sit outside for awhile."

Jimin speaks and his family complies to follow him with no issue, leaving you alone with Taehyung once again.

You don't have the slightest clue of how they're here — of how Jimin's here.

Of why they'd even come all this way for you.

Of why he looks like he's devastated beyond repair as he's flown out to be with you and left his responsibilities, when he's proved to you once that you weren't enough for him to even stay.

( ♡ )

There has never been a more infuriating guy to Jimin than Taehyung who sticks to him like honey, shadowing him from behind with every move he does until it becomes overbearing.

He's annoyed that Taehyung tailed him all the way to the waiting area and sat himself at the other end of the row of armchairs. Angry at how he even thinks this guy has the right to act like the bigger person between the two of them; as if he knows something that he doesn't.

“Did you know Y/N’s a workaholic?”

The suddenness of the question isn't what made Jimin cough, but rather it's to how Taehyung even thought asking him would make him prove an unnecessary point or somewhat.

Who gave Taehyung the right to have his nose in your business that he isn't even involved in?

“Of course I do, she’s my fiancée. I know her like the back of my hand.”

Taehyung looks at the guy who was your lover of five years and he could see why you would love him, basing on the words you've uttered to him last night of how you've never loved anyone else like you love Jimin; a power so true that it's unknown.

But the more Taehyung thinks within the span of a second, he could see even clearly why Jimin, despite loving you beyond belief, has also hurt you unlike no other.

So he scoffs. He genuinely scoffs at the way the guy at his right sounds so adamant.

“She’s not.”

The sight of the two of them on both ends of the row is something to behold. It's ironic to anyone who knows anything beyond the level of superficiality.

The way they sit is different. Taehyung stands proud as if he has everything underneath his pocket but Jimin's hunched over, cold and calculating as he looks like he's weighing the world on his back.

It's on the difference of their outfits and their state. Taehyung’s been here earlier, longer, but he looks tidy and well-rested. Jimin’s just shortly arrived but he’s messier, more disturbed. He's unkempt.

"You don't even know what happened to Y/N that made her land up here."

"I don't know yet," Jimin bites back but the guy barely flinches, leaning to the cool metal more as he looks at him lazily.

"Don't you think you're being unfair by bringing your family with you?"

"Don't talk about them," he grits because the fucker's clearly crossing a line that he's not even familiar with, completely sure that no one would ever truly understand just how much is shared between you. "They came here to see Y/N for her sake because they care for her. They didn't come here in behalf of mine."

He's so angry that he only sees white, seething with every word.

"Don't talk as if you know Y/N," he rolls his eyes. No one knows about you as much as he does and the fact Taehyung seems so mighty is what pisses him off. "You're nothing to her."

"I'm her friend," Taehyung sing-songs, tilting his head forward to Jimin. "And you are?"

Jimin clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth as he humorlessly laughs, shaking his head in disbelief at the absolute gall and ego this asshat had on himself, fists clenching in attempt to calm himself.

"Did you know Y/N's a workaholic?"

Taehyung repeats, but this time he's met with no reply.

"Because I do. She takes up overtime practically everyday."

Jimin doesn't know at all where he's leading with this but he chooses not to speak, knowing that the moment he opens his mouth, he would immediately lose the diminishing amounts of self-control he could only muster to have for so long.

"I know it because she asked me about the suits I wear and she wanted to buy one for you," he picks at his cuticles, the pity he has rising up to his throat like bile. "Wanted to save up enough to buy you an expensive suit for you to wear at your wedding."

Jimin freezes and he doesn't even care if Taehyung finds him out like that. He's unmoving and he remains that way as the lump in his throat grows in size, lodging a singularity that even if he tries clawing at it, it would do nothing for the shortness of breath that he feels.

"My tailor sent the rough cut with your measurements to my address. Have you been home enough to realize that one of your suits is missing from your closet?" he doesn't relent, remembering the text he's gotten just last week but decided against on forwarding to you because he wasn't sure if you would reply to him. "I didn't tell Y/N because she probably wants nothing to do it with anymore."

He didn't tell you because he felt something was off.

Didn't tell you because he didn't know enough back then, but now that he knows, Taehyung's ever so sure that the bundle of fabric wouldn't ever reach the designated owner.

"Your suit doesn't fit me."

"It doesn't fit you because it's not meant for you."

"Oh, I know that."

Taehyung twirls his silk handkerchief with his finger, looking at your lover straight-on without quivering, no matter the misplaced anxiety he feels.

"I'm just saying that your wedding suit makes a nice pair of pajamas for me."

( ♡ )

Something bad always happens on Soomin's birth month, or even the day of.

It's something she's shared to you one night, on the day that you came over to spend time with her and Jimin's family but you were oblivious to the fact that she and Mrs. Park had a big fight the night before.

It just happens, she explains. It's her personal string of bad luck that makes her dread for her birth month to even come, much more anticipate her actual birthday if not for you that gave her something to look forward to.

Soomin thinks that this is it.

She thinks that her loss of you in her life is the worst luck she's ever received in her whole life because it incapacitates her whole, leaving a gap on her heart that only takes up to the shape of you.

"I'm sorry he hurt you like that."

She's nuzzled to your side as you've allowed her to, holding onto her firmly because it feels like she's slipping away from you in the bed. There's a railing that cages you into her but it feels like she's going through the cracks, the inevitable fall being plausible despite holding onto her just as tight,

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you from my own brother."

"Minnie," your voice cracks despite having only spoken a single word to her once for the time she's sneaked into your room by herself, your heart tightening at how she's blaming herself for a sin she wasn't even aware of. "I-it isn't your job to protect me."

"B-but you're my family."

She cries to you so hardly that you only hear her. You don't feel the rush of the pressure to your ears from suppressing your urge to cry. You can't even hear your own pounding heartbeat with how she folds in on herself just sobbing.

"Your parents and Jimin are your family."

It's the truth that's apparent. It's unavoidable. You're not Soomin's family and nor are you anyone else's. You're a stand-in, is what it feels like. You're a placeholder and a seat warmer for someone that's always gonna be greater and better than you; someone you can't be.

"Y-you're not supposed to be on my side. I-I'm not your blood and flesh, Soomin. You know that."

You only try to be gentle and yet she cries even harder that she trembles, feeling the pain of grieving for someone who's alive yet out of her grasp, an unmistakable feeling of contrition for being here in the first place.

"How could he let you go like that?" she trembles with everything she has, her hand holding onto yours that didn't have your IV sticked in it, closing her eyes so tightly that she sees static.

Soomin's empty from the inside out and she's found solace on a big sister she's never had. On a big sister that's just as old as her brother but she feels everything to her all at once. Her shelter, she feels. An embrace she can come home to at the end of the day, warm even when everything else is freezing.

"How could I let you go?"

Her pain is what breaks you and it hurts even worse than your heartburn, whispering the words to her because it feels like you can't even breathe at this point.

"Your brother unlearned how to love me, Soomin. You can do it too," you smile in encouragement but it's the words she'd want to hear last in her life. “Eunji can be your sister.”

Soomin stops her sobbing as she vehemently shakes her head, making herself dizzy even more with how much she exhausted herself crying. "I don't want her. I hate her," she seethes, "I fucking hate her so much."

You remain silent as you watch her bury herself to your side even more. As if you're the lone neighborhood cat an abandoned kitten cuddles up to for warmth, unrelated yet engrained.

"I don't want to forget you."

Soomin admits in a whisper when she feels her head throb, getting her last words in before she lets herself succumb to sleep, holding you as if it's her last time.

"I can never forget you."

( ♡ )

There are only several people you feel warm with outside of them.

Yoongi, the one who was with you in the beginning.

Taehyung, the one who was with you all along.

Jungkook, the one who was with you at the end of your rope.

It's Jungkook who's the second person of your second day in the hospital who bursts in through your door, tackling you by the side (with utmost care) to engulf you in a massive hug.

"Don't ever do that to me again."

He visits you straight from frigid cabin air, fresh from all the flights he volunteered for in behalf of your schedule you had to forego. He didn't complain, not even once when he knows all too well that what you must've felt is thrice more exhausting, in all aspects, than how he felt.

You look better now than how you did two days ago and it gives him relief, but not enough to the point that it brings the light back behind your eyes. It was barely even there when he first met you, but now they seemed more of an abyss more than they seemed like relief.

"I was so scared. Did you know that?"

"I could tell," you chuckle at the sheer comic relief Jungkook's presence alone brings you, already feeling lighter in your smiles. "I couldn't hear you when I was out, but I could tell."

The last recollection you have of what happened to you was having Jungkook look at the side of your face intensely before the wave of whatever it was that knocked you out crashed, your memory as hazy as it was incomplete.

"You probably cried to Tower or something like that."

It's a careless guess but you know you must have struck in a nerve somehow, seeing Jungkook's lip purse and his eyes avoid your playful gaze persistently.

"God, I hate you."

It's a welcome moment of purely just laughter between the two of you. It's a relief to laugh over something that's happened to you as if it never even happened at all, making you breathe without a single hitch.

It's warm even after the laughter dies down, the look of determination being plastered on your junior's face as he clears his throat.

"Y/N, I flew to here," he picks at his thumb. "I flew your dad."

You didn't expect the change of degree with the words exchanged between the two of you but just like Jimin's appearance, you know it's something you can't avoid together.

You chew on your bottom lip in anxiousness, an unknown type of parental longing blooming in your chest after so long. You don't know if he'll visit you at all. For what it's worth, he could just be here for business.

"You've known him longer than I did. You see him in the company more than I used to see him at home when I was a kid," you look down on your hospital gown, unable to meet Jungkook's eyes. "Did he seem worried?"

It's a question he didn't anticipate but he welcomes it nonetheless, answering you truthfully.

"Yeah. He didn't seem like himself."

It fills you even if it's the minimum. It fills you up even if it's a scrap because it's the feeling akin to not having anything at all — enough to make you feel needed.

"Okay," you nod surely. "Thank you, Jungkook. Thank you for looking out for me."

"Anything for my captain."

Jungkook gives you one more hug and the promise he'll visit soon again, exiting the door quietly but he practically yelps when he's greeted by a lady that's familiar, worried in her eyes but soft in her features — has he ever seen her before?

She's waiting, it seems like.

"O-oh! You must be Y/N's friend! How is she?" Mrs. Park asks but she's afraid that she down-right terrified the guy. "Sorry, I just got here. What happened to her?"

"Right! You must be Y/N's uhm-"

Jungkook tries to find the word or even locate the face, just knowing that she seems familiar somehow and he can't deny it.

"Mom," she answers with no hesitation but later clears her throat when it's too quiet, realizing that the guy in front of her must know too. "Mom figure. I-I'm kind of like a mom to her, in a way."

It's enough.

Jungkook can feel it. It makes sense. He tells her.

Tells her the way you've been feeling a little faint ever since that morning and how you continued up until late noon, never taking a break in the rest cabin.

How you've refused to eat your meals because you felt like you had heartburn, feeling as if your chest was tightening and you were immediately gonna throw up what you eat.

How you were getting a little too quiet, your head leaning forward as if it was heavy before he sees the crimson red ooze out of your nostril, the sight obviously being foreign to yourself even.

How you pick your head up but it leans backwards as if there's a weight to it, your eyes closing and your whole body obviously going limp even if you're sat down.

How your heartbeat was slow and he could barely hear your pulse.

( ♡ )

Mrs. Park and Soomin think that Taehyung is perhaps one of the most beautiful men they've ever seen in their entire lives.

Dr. Kim allowed and even encouraged you to get some fresh air, as long as you were in a wheelchair to avoid unnecessary straining with someone else pushing you because someone told him (it was Jimin but you don't know) that you're quite the mastermind when it comes to attempting to do everything yourself, not admitting that you needed help.

You were gonna be kept here for less than a week until you feel stronger. Until all the tasks could be ran and interpreted. Until you master your spirometry test and can blow the little balls up to the top of the casing, until it no longer becomes a competition between you and Tae who has trouble with it too.

Taehyung gleefully volunteered himself to push you and even no matter how much you tried to convince him that you can do it yourself, it only became the equivalent of conversing with a wall.

The two of you were in the elevator when Mrs. Park and Soomin were just about to enter to visit you upstairs, stopping in their tracks sheepishly at the sight of you.

They want to be with you too.

"Well aren't you a handsome man?"

Taehyung laughs openly, flicking your ear as if to remind you that you're also hearing what he's hearing.

"I try my best."

Jimin watches — he does nothing besides watching. He's never tried approaching you when it's only the two of you even if he's had plenty of windows. Didn't try getting the two of you alone because as much as he wants to talk to you, he's scared.

He knows. He knows now what happened to you because his mom cried last night to him of how painful it must've been for you. He knows because he's spent the last hour crying to his hands when his mom spoke in whispers of what happened to you, tearing up herself for something that wasn't her doing.

He's hurting but not as much as you do and it pains him — it pains him that the only way he could hurt is through you and yet you do nothing. You don't give him the hell he knows he deserves. You don't give him the pure hurt he's supposed to feel because that's what you are — never the one to share your burdens; never the one to give him pain because you wanted to shield him away from it.

“I’ll take it from here, buddy.”

Jimin's shoulder barely even grazes Taehyung's and yet he recoils, stepping away immediately.

His mom and his sister freeze briefly but they continue walking. They don't say anything. They're only here to be with you.

The sky's upset with how the thunder rumbles, the tiniest droplet of rain getting on your hospital gown that it reminds you you're still outside.

Jimin takes his hoodie off and puts it on you, putting the hood up to your head in the event that the rain gets rougher and the winds get colder, wanting to bring you back inside because he doesn't want to risk anything.

His scent is there.

It's on his hoodie.

It's everywhere.

It's overbearing, all at once.

( ♡ )

There's something comforting about your doctor.

He looks inviting and welcoming, his dimpled smiles enough to make you know that he must be a favorite in the hospital by many of his patients.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?"

Dr. Kim asks as he comes to your side, shooting Taehyung a pleasing smile too as he acknowledges his presence.

You answer and yet it isn't you who does so too, or atleast you're the one who does it verbally.

Jimin and his family are sitting just beyond the partition where your hospital bed lays and where the reception area of your VIP room resides, giving you privacy.

His family sleeps at a hotel nearby, it's more than decent, but they barely get any sleep at all. Jimin didn't book a room for himself. He's slept last night while sitting up but it felt like a nightmare within itself.

They aren't even sure if Namjoon knows that they're there but it's too late for them to slip out of the room unnoticed, calming their breathing in the process.

It's ironic. People you looked to as family, now tucked away and hidden.

"Finally gathered all the results for your tests today, Miss Y/N."

To be honest, you didn't even know that today would be the day you're getting the results for what Dr. Kim made you go through, a relief in your chest that it'll soon be finally over, but a sinking one at the opposite of it because it just feels like you won't be out here as easily.

Dr. Kim is welcoming and inviting. Warm, because he needs to.

He needs to before he breaks the news to you.

"Does your family have a history of arrhythmia?"

Your mouth becomes dry at the mention, blinking your eyes in succession.

"Not that I know of, no."

He nods once, immediately understanding. "Arrhythmia is a heart problem that's linked with how it beats. It's an irregularity, per se. The heartbeats of someone who has arrhythmia aren't coordinated."

Namjoon pauses in his words as he looks up at you, patiently looking up at him without an ounce of fear.

"According to your ECG, how do I-?" he straightens his dress shirt, looking at you personally because somehow he feels for you, even if he only knows you to a far degree. "You've said that you experience heartburns, right? Quite frequently nowadays?

You nod meekly.

"According to the tests I've ordered, you have arrhythmia. Bradycardia, to be exact."

The term piques at your ears and you're unaware of how you've tuned everything out because it feels like it's only you and Namjoon at the moment, your tunnel vision fixing upon him.

"I do?"

You verify but you're calm. You don't sound panicked — you're composed even if it's Dr. Kim who seems to be more nervous between the two of you.

"Is she gonna die?"

Taehyung asks in a panic, blinking fervently when Namjoon dismisses him with a squeak, shutting down his worry instantly because he was bothered by it too.

"Your heart rate's slow. That's normal, it happens to a lot of people more than you think," he explains. "But what happened to you in your flight, it was just a little too slow. It missed one, two beats repeatedly."

It makes sense even if he's only said so little, the awareness you've had all this time being unexpectedly named at this point in time.

"What you have is mild bradycardia. You may have not noticed the symptoms before because they felt normal to you. The fainting incident only happened now, correct?" you nod surely as you're transparent, still casting light doubt over Taehyung who's worried out of his mind. "Do you feel fatigued even if you haven't done much? Lightheaded, even. The chest pains, the heartburns, they were symptoms too."

Your heart, as if on cue, tightens. It wraps over your own chest like it has its own coil but oddly enough, it doesn't hurt. It merely squeezes you but it doesn't suffocate you. The ache just reminds you that it's there simply because it exists.

"If it got to this way, your body and mind must've normalized it enough that it only felt like regular days. Regardless, what you do have is mild bradycardia," he reassures you, a close-lipped smile on his face. "Your routine medical tests in the airline are accurate despite this. Your heartbeat is just slow enough to be considered normal, it's still medically acceptable to be in your line of work. I uh, I may have to put you in observation for the next two weeks to a month because I wouldn't want you to go back to work to faint again. I'm sure your co-pilot who was crying in the ambulance and all the souls onboard wouldn't want their captain fainting either."

It's over.

It's done.

You have your prescription already and Dr. Kim's finished giving you your results, already feeling much free and yet it feels like you're the only in this room who's relieved.

"You're right, I've checked. It doesn't seem to be congenital and it doesn't run in your family. All the other tests came out clear."

Not only were they clear but they all surpassed the healthy levels of what should be normal with flying colors, deducting to his final cause.

"Have you been emotionally stressed and exhausted these days? Psychological tolls, traumas and high anxiety can normally trigger mild bradycardia."

You didn't expect him to add more and yet you nod but you don't meet his eyes.

Taehyung only looks at Dr. Kim softly as if to tell him that this should be enough even if it's his job, the latter catching on fairly quickly.

"You're not gonna die, Y/N. Don't let Taehyung get into your head," he snickers and it alleviates the tension in the room, making you chuckle.

"It may not be entirely possible, but moving yourself away from psychological stressors can help significantly."

He's oblivious to the very people behind the partition, ones that he didn't seem to notice.

He's oblivious to how his godfather holds Mrs. Park so tightly as he suppresses his cries softly.

Of how Soomin is blank and unmoving at all.

Of how Jimin is the one who cries the hardest but is the most silent, putting his own hand on his mouth as he feels his knees give out to the carpet underneath him, the pain in his chest exceeding the ones he's ever had the experience of feeling.

( ♡ )

It's okay — you should be.

Knowing what you have somehow gives you a new perspective altogether. It alleviates the pain in your chest from time to time that you allow yourself to be hurt because it was meant to be there.

It was always there from the start.

"You're getting released tomorrow."

Taehyung sings to you as he spies the tiny frown in your face to cheer you up, opting to stand beside you instead of pulling up a chair. "You okay?"

His tone's lighthearted but you know it packs much more than it should in the first place, setting a tentative glint to your visage.

"I can't tell either," you answer truthfully but there's no shame when you say your next words, the period for that long gone in your state. "I want to feel, Taehyung."

His brows raise in genuine curiosity, fixing his posture to get a better look at you and to gauge your reaction.

"What do you want to feel?"

"Anything."

He merely chuckles at the candid answer but he knows it's the truth nonetheless, bringing up his hand to pat your head.

Taehyung stands a little too close to you, the soft smile on his cheeks making you mirror him, the words leaving your lips before you could contain them.

"Can you kiss me?"

And he does.

Taehyung leans to your side of the bed, as gentle and as sweetly as he could, his warm hand on the side of your face before you get to taste him, the smile appearing in your face instantaneously.

You don't look for his lips when he pulls away because you're thankful to have it on yours in the first place, a snort from him coming out as soon as you make eye contact after.

"Can you feel now?"

"I felt it."

You feel him poke at your cheek and it reminds you of the warmth, tilting his head to meet your eyes.

"I don't wanna take advantage of you, Y/N. You're vulnerable and it happens that I'm here," he says sincerely. "I feel vulnerable too, seeing you like this."

You understand where he's coming from and so does he, a complete connection between the two of you that's not as fragile as a kiss between two people would be.

"Just a kiss, Mr. Kim. I'm not asking you to marry me," you playfully roll your eyes, the laugh escaping you before you get to finish your words. "We all know how that turned out for you the last time."

It's painful but it's happy, a genuine laugh being fished out of you and Taehyung finds himself mirroring your sentiment, burying his face in his hands.

"One last vulnerable kiss," he leans in to press to you, catching you off-guard but you entertain it regardless. "And I'm getting you something else for lunch because stealing your hospital pudding makes me feel like I'm doing you a favor."

It's okay.

You feel okay.

( ♡ )

Jimin knew he had all his inhibitions out the door the moment Dr. Kim entered your room awhile ago.

He's pathetic and selfish and to hell if he stands by it, the whole gravity of everything that's been happening to the two of you, to you, knocks his equilibrium as a whole.

He's lost his way and it overthrows him completely because it seems like a maze with its only purpose being to close around him, the heartburn in his chest being a mainstay.

It wasn't there in the start, but now it never leaves.

Jimin cries even before he gets to your door because he feels too weak enough that opening it makes his arm give out, one glance at your bed to know that you're alone tonight and it's only the two of you.

You know it was him.

You know it's from the way he opens the door and how he sniffles outside his room, his sobs echoing in his ribs.

He only sees you and it reduces him to tears at the first glance, barely even making it near your bed before he collapses on his knees and folds himself on to the floor on the sheer pain he feels, dragging his knees to the floor to get to you — practically crawling.

"Don't do that," you mumble under your breath, your heart panging at the sight of Jimin.

But he doesn't hear you. He can't hear you until he's near to you enough to see how you're still yourself but you look different. You're unlike yourself and it's almost as if he can't recognize you.

Is it you who changed or is it him?

“My mom’s been going to the temple to pray," he admits to you on his knees with his hands on your arm, no matter how you try and nudge to pull him up to his feet. "Prayed that the heavens will take your pain away," he smiles through tears, "she's repenting in behalf of me."

There's something wrong with your heart and it shakes him to his core and hurts him like no other, your heartbeat too slow and yet you're here — still here as if you hadn't spent the last five years with him with your heart in the state, the pace enough to love him in slow motion.

He cries to your chest the moment you've regained enough strength to pull him to his feet by surprise, making you remove the barrier that separates you both.

It's heart-wracking enough to hear him because he sounds distinct enough, but it's even more heartbreaking to see him as is in such a state. He's holding to you on whatever way he could, making your tears spring nonetheless.

"Jimin," you whisper, the words leaving you with no warning. "Taehyung and I kissed awhile ago."

It's silence.

He looks up at you and he's not angry. He's not annoyed either. There isn't one bit of disdain on his face regarding what you've said, seeing him nod instead.

“That’s good. That’s nice. I’m happy for you.”

The gears turn in your head but he catches you in surprise when he pleads to you, your breath getting caught in your throat.

“Kiss him again.”

Your eyes bulge from their own sockets as you tilt your head, wanting to yell at him and yet it never comes because your voice sounds too frail; to unlike your own at your disbelief.

“Do you know what you’re asking of me?”

“I’m asking you to be unfaithful.”

He's asking you to be unfaithful even if now, there's nothing between the two of you.

Unfaithful, just like I once was, he was about to say.

He doesn't have to digest your words because he's already processed it long before, nodding even if you haven't said anything.

“It’s okay if you sleep with him. Sleep next to him even.”

Jimin's eyes well up with tears and it brings you to your own, unsure if you were looking at a mirror because it feels foreign. Feels all too new to see him in this state.

Is it you who changed or is it him?

“As long as you come home to me, please,” he brokenly mumbles, enveloping your hands within his own. “As long as you come home to me.”

It's a singularity that forms in your chest that expands the more you see Jimin hurting — the more you see him pleading to even have a sliver of you to himself.

It's a pain that grows in your heart that you weren't even sure is built to house a mass so big, making you sob within your own chest.

“It’s okay if you aren’t fully mine,” Jimin nods as he assures you, lip trembling as he tries to make you feel that he's sincere with his words because he's more than willing. “As long as I’m yours.”

“One day, you’ll wake up and it isn’t me anymore, Jimin.”

“That day will never come.”

Jimin shakes his head no as fast as you've raised him the possibility.

You don't know if it was you whom he picked the morning he woke up and decided that Eunji makes him happy, but what you do know that it's you now. That he's pleading for you without end.

“I’d rather not wake up than have the day when it isn’t you anymore happen.”

“Let me go, Jimin," you could only whisper because it could only hurt so much when you say it out loud.

“That’s the thing,” he whispers back, hands trembling. “I can’t.”

“You can let me go, if you want," Jimin offers and you don't know if you're hearing correctly, stinging eyes looking up at his that are boundless with how much he continues to search for you even if he's holding you. “But I can’t say that I can do the same.”

It's your hurt that pains him the most.

“Yell at me. Cheat on me. Slap me if you want,” he tries to take your hand and yet you fight his will to even tap your palm lightly on his cheek. “Whatever you give, I can take it.”

“I can take it, I swear.”

Jimin smiles through the heartburn, wiping at his tears as he tries to wipe at your own.

“I promise I’ll take it.”

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3 years ago

3:47 AM (m) | Kim Taehyung, 8.3k

Pairing(s): Taehyung x Reader

Summary: Unrequited love sucks. But it may have led you to someone else. That someone else being Taehyung. But there’s an issue. You might not be over Yoongi and he might still be hung up on someone else - his long-term girlfriend, or now ex. As you remember the past, you and him began to reflect, what you wanted may not have been as great as you remembered. And now, with all that time together, can things be progressing elsewhere?

Warnings/Tags: RATED M (18+); for language, minor angst (you and Taehyung are still very much heartbroken but there is hope of moving forward - this is a maybe loool); smut (fem-reader; choking; penetrative sex); idol!AU - friends with benefits, maybe lovers). Fluff? Fluff.

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There are a couple of flashbacks embedded here - may have gotten a little bit carried away, but oh well 😉

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2017

"I have big dreams you know," Yoongi murmured, as if talking to himself. You were both alone, sat in a VIP box at the Gocheok Sky Dome where it gave an unparalleled view of the space. BTS had just completed with Wings Tour and with the additional dates being sold out, Yoongi was on cloud nine. It was empty as the audience had filtered out and the view of the seating was surreal. You remembered Yoongi telling you that it had the capacity for sixteen- thousand people. That’s when you realised that you were far from Daegu and the small auditorium where he would practice, in front of you and his older brother.

Sated and flushed from the concert, Yoongi enjoyed the cool air that met his skin, he had a black hoodie on with a white shirt underneath. You had attended the final date of the tour in Seoul, he was able to give you VIP tickets and you sat with his family, transfixed by the roar of the crowed as they sang each lyric with fervour.

"I know you do,” You smiled, supportive. It was only and upwards trajectory from here, you knew that he’d reach even higher heights and that only made you excited for him. You thought back to when he would let you hear snippets of what he was working on every now and then. Those were the moments that touched you the most, the fact that he was willing to share them and valued your opinion. The silence between you was comfortable, but it was getting to the point of awkwardness. You wasn't exactly sure why he asked you stay, you were busy these days, not like him but still. Something at the pit of your stomach told you that there was something more to this meeting than you had anticipated. Yoongi looked down on his nails, absentminded but deep in thought. You had to force yourself to hold back a sigh, it was getting late.

"Yoongi I-"

"I'm seeing someone."

Your breath caught in your throat and you looked away quickly, desperate something to quell an upcoming wave of tears. Why are you even affected? It had been months since you saw him, you were daft to think that he hadn’t found someone in that time. Blinking several times, you bit your bottom lip and clenched your jaw. The grip on the chair was so strong that your entire body went rigid.

"You have a way of saying big things so casually," You laughed, trying to hide the tremor in your voice. Keeping your gaze on the numerous seats that filled the floors below, you collected yourself before he noticed. Focusing on yours shoes, they were noticeably scuffed at the front.

Yoongi chuckled softly, sounding completely happy, "You know me."

Those words made your blood ran cold. A shiver went through your body. Yoongi noticed and immediately shrugged off his hoodie, draping it across your shoulders. It was warm, and it smelled like him. You accepted it because that was just something Yoongi would do, it didn’t matter who you were.

"What's she like?" It was an innocent question, not at all telling of the turmoil you felt inside. There was a noticeable pause, then Yoongi let out a small exhale, like the beginnings of a laugh. You knew that that meant he was holding back his excitement, he was probably so happy, he could burst.

"You should meet her. She's - she's so right for me, you'll see. We met a couple of weeks ago, in the middle of the tour... I can't even explain it," he was stumbling over his words. It was as if an apparition of the woman he spoke of stood right in front of him. You looked at Yoongi and noticed how bright his eyes were, how he was enchanted just at the thought. Never mind that he had just performed his heart out in front of thousands of people, he didn’t look exhausted at all. He had a wide smile, goofy and innocent. The sides of his eyes crinkled, like when he was really happy. In that moment, his demeanour was unlike his on-stage presence.

It didn’t take long before the hoodie became useless. Yoongi’s mere statement was enough to shatter any form of symbolism you kept for yourself. You were just cold and he was being gentlemanly, always supportive of because you had known each other forever. And in that moment, you reminded yourself that you would always be his friend first and nothing more than that. You inhaled sharply, staring at the stage where they performed not too long ago, swallowing thickly as you experienced a wave of adrenaline. You wanted to run away, to turn back time, to go back to when you were just sitting in silence. That was better that talking about her, whoever she was.

“I’ve got to meet this woman who’s made you act like this!” You laughed.

It was as if someone else was talking in your stead. Someone who looked like you, talked like you. A proxy. Yoongi chuckled and buried his face in his hands, embarrassed at himself. He threw his arm around you, it was natural, you had been friends for the longest time and you knew that when Yoongi couldn’t express himself, he wanted to hold something, to anchor himself. But this time, you froze at his touch. Noticing immediately, he searched your face and was met with a flicker of hesitation. You gazed at him, his expectant face mixed confusion at your reaction.

“Sorry,” He muttered, still giddy from his confession, untangling himself from you.

“It’s okay, I was just surprised,” You said honestly. Yoongi was already elsewhere, thinking of the woman that made his world turn unexpectedly.

“Anyway, I better get back, do you need a lift home?” He announced, getting up swiftly and dusting himself off. You shook your head.

“I can take the subway.”

“You sure? It’s quite late,” He asked, worried all of the sudden. You let your shoulders sag as you began to lift his hoodie from them. Yoongi shook his head and gave you a side hug.

“Give it to me some other time.”

With that, you walked together, descending down the stairs back to the exit. You heard him humming to himself as he went along as you followed, your hands feeling numb.

2018

“Why don’t you call Yoongi? We should celebrate!”

Your mother was busy plating the food as you father continued to watch the news by your side. The jacket that you wore for was draped on a spare chair after you had finished a gruelling 10 hour shift. Dinner was plated and steaming, it was your first day at work and it did not fail to exhaust you.

“He’s either busy preparing for the tour or doing shows. I can’t just call him last minute like before,” you explained, picking up a spoon so you could have a taste of the soup.

“Well, it’s worth a call.”

“No, it’s okay.”

Halfway through the celebratory cake the doorbell rang. With your parents tucked in bed and your nose buried in some report you were preparing, you didn’t bother to get up thinking it was unruly kids on your apartment floor. They had been doing this thing where they would ring random doorbells and run away immediately. They were lucky that your father was asleep, otherwise they would have been terrified by his thunderous voice.

But as the doorbell rang incessantly, to point of nearly waking up your parents, you had to abandon your efforts of finishing the report to tend to the door. Yoongi stood behind a big bouquet of flowers, his cherry coloured hair peeking from the assorted petals. Suddenly feeling self-conscious in your dishevelled appearance, you noted that he must have travelled straight from a taping.

“Yoongi!” You smiled, taken aback. Receiving the flowers off of his arms, he returned your smile, reaching in for a side hug.

“Congratulations on your first day!” He exclaimed, letting himself in. It was all so normal, he would first unlace his shoes and arrange them neatly. Then he would beeline to the front room, eventually sitting at the kitchen table. Your heart was racing all of the sudden, and you hugged the flowers close, the paper and cellophane crinkling beneath your hold.

Under the glow of the overhead lamps, Yoongi wolfed down some of the leftover food while leafing through the documents on the side. He was intently scanning the pages, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. You arranged your hair, nervous at his presence. He noticed you standing in front of him, awkward in your own home.

“Why are you acting so shy?” He chuckled, turning his attention to you. He looked happy, his dark red hair suited him. He looked particularly handsome.

“Nothing!” You sat in front of him and helped yourself with the cake. The silence settled as you got lost in your thoughts. It wasn’t until you cleared your plate did Yoongi get up to clear the table.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, you should head home, I’m sure your manager is waiting.”

“Actually yeah, I was just gonna leave, Hye-yeon’s waiting downstairs in the car.” He replied softly, turning sheepish. The feeling of dread descended in the pit of your stomach once again. Yoongi always drew his boundaries clearly with everyone he knew, and you were no exception. Holding your tongue to prevent any further questions from seeping through, you smiled at his genuine happiness.

“Go on then, I can’t believe you kept her waiting!” You exclaimed, holding your breath.

Yoongi blushed. Looking up, he noticed that you were squeezing your thumbs in a fist - something you only did due to stress. But as your eyes met, you released your hands from the imaginary tension and busied yourself with stacking the leftover plates. In an attempt to clear the air, your pushed him gently to the door.

“See yourself out - you shouldn’t keep your girlfriend waiting.”

You turned her back swiftly so he wouldn’t see how your features fell despite your cheerful tone. Yoongi was already on his phone sending and with a casual wave, you parted ways.

“See you soon?” You called out as he disappeared into the corridor.

“Yeah - see you!”

You didn’t get many of those surprise visits anymore as Yoongi got busier and busier. So the world carried on as it was, and you worked until you couldn’t feel anything anymore.

Yoongi was stood outside your apartment with a paper bag in his right hand. Meanwhile, you stood with cash in hand, ready to pay for the take away you impulsively ordered. Wearing a face mask and dressed mostly in black, he shifted on his feet, not looking at you in the eye.

“Uh, my mother wanted me to give you this since you haven’t visited in a while,” He began, his voice muffled. You still didn’t say anything, your skin prickling with goosebumps. Suddenly, you were hyper aware that you were just dressed in sweatpants that had numerous stains and an over-sized t-shirt that had a frayed collar. That was not intentional, that was an indication of how ratty and old it was. Yoongi was still waiting for your reply, casting sideways glances at the empty corridor. Then you remembered.

“Oh, uh, come in, come in!” You said, turning your body so you could press it against the wall so that he could come through. You bit your lip at the state of your apartment. Printed sheets were scattered on the floor, several glasses of water and mugs of coffee, all sequestered in one corner, by the growing collection of plants you had. Yoongi didn’t take any notice of it at all, setting the paper bag on the counter. He was checking his phone when you noticed a couple of condoms mixed in the transparent container where you stored your tea bags, right next to the toast. The foil packets were painfully stark against the white paper tea bags. Taehyung must have placed them in there. Ease of access. Your apartment as already small, and it’s not like the bedroom was on a separate wing. You remembered Taehyung emptying the box, scattering the condoms around your apartment.

You need one here.

Taehyung, we’re not going to fuck on top of my washing machine.

(You eventually did. It was uncomfortable. Your ass was sore for at least a day.)

What about here?

The balcony? Are you serious?

Fine. Can I put it here?

He was talking about the very tea dispenser that was on the left side of Yoongi, who was still on his phone. Strategically placing yourself behind him, pretending to arrange appliances, you swiped the box and hid it underneath a cupboard. Yoongi pocketed his phone and looked at you, just as you slammed it shut. He had taken his face mask off and chuckled at how flighty you were.

“You didn’t have to come over here, I could have picked it up myself,” You mumbled, hiding your hands behind your back. Yoongi shrugged.

“I had some time after rehab, I don’t mind.”

You found yourself nodding, you noted that he did shrug with both shoulders. So he must be making good progress. Yoongi then reached into the bag and produced a couple of Tupperwares. Rushing to his side, you took it from him so he wouldn’t strain himself. When you stacked them together, you noted that it was mostly home made dishes, the ones you would share with him in high school when you would spend time at his house after school.

“Are you okay?” He suddenly asked. And you froze. You met him in the eye and he was looking at you intently, his dark hair getting in the way of his eyes. He didn’t push it back. You were more dumbfounded that anything. It had been weeks since he found out about your crush and you hadn’t really spoken to each other. And in that time, you were with Taehyung, sleeping together and burying your feelings by fucking. So you never really stopped to think if you were okay. The assumption was that he was asking if you were okay with him rejecting you. And mostly, if you were okay with him coming back in your life, as a friend. Yoongi came back to you as someone you were close to, who would support you in a different capacity since he couldn’t return your romantic feelings. And it was just like Yoongi to ask that, he was still a friend after all. Ultimately, that didn’t mean that he would phase you out of his life. It was unrequited love, not the end of the world. You sighed, you didn’t meant to, but it was pushed from your chest, escaping your lips, long and drawn out. Yoongi was still looking at you.

“Yeah Yoongi, I’m fine,” You answered, somewhat believing it yourself in that moment. He was in your apartment, giving you the food that you both had when you were younger. It was a silent offering, I’m sorry. I’m here. Let’s go back, I can be here for you, if you’d have me again. Yoongi nodded, a small smile creeping up his lips. He took the top Tupperware and set it down, you followed his movements as he took two clean bowls from the drying rack.

“Should we eat?” He offered, already taking a place on one of the chairs. You nod. But before you could settle, you noticed that his car keys had a keychain on. It was the same one that you have gifted him for his birthday last year, and that made you smile. You didn’t know why you thought things would drastically change following him knowing that you liked him, it was nice that he kept something that you gifted. You could still remember how he smiled when he fished it out.

2019

Yoongi had managed two free days on his schedule for the week and decided to host a small gathering with the members and couple of friends. Not arriving too late or too early, you found yourself hanging out in the kitchen with Dami, sorting out the food. Yoongi had decided to order food in as it was too much of a hassle to make anything. The plastic containers were all lined up, complete with the various utensils like chopsticks and spoons.

"I can't believe it's been another year!" Dami exclaimed, poking holes in the plastic film. Soon, fresh sashimi was on display for everyone to have a bite on. You were busily arranging the fruit bowls to ensure that everyone had an equal share.

"Yoongi is becoming an old man," You laughed. You fished out your phone to show an edited version of Yoongi, at least 30 years older. It was on Twitter and you saved it as soon as you saw it.

"It would he hilarious to surprise him with that," Dami grinned, arranging the utensils on a big tray. The small paper bag caught your eye as it poked from underneath a table, but it was inconspicuous. Hopefully it would stay hidden as the night went on since you planned to give it to him at some point. Just then, Hye-yeon entered the room with a big red box, presumably containing the cake. Side stepping, you made room so that the spare space on the kitchen island was vacant for her to access. She smiled in thanks and set it down, careful to keep it even.

"I'm so glad I beat the traffic,” Hye-yeon sighed, fixing her hair. You couldn't help how your chest tightened since the desperation to switch places with her amplified.

"Thanks for manning the food for me guys, I had a longer shift at the hospital and couldn't get away," she added, untying the ribbon around the box. You smiled. Dami patted her shoulder affectionately, "Of course!”

As the evening wound down, you found yourself wanting to top up your drink. You wondered if it was time to give him the gift. Slightly unsure of yourself but excusing yourself anyway, you made your way to the kitchen. Once there, you came across Yoongi and Hye-yeon smiling from ear to ear. You realise that she had just given him a gift - and it looked like a fountain pen. Encased in the familiar burgundy box, you had wanted to get him that yourself but it tipped the price point. You instantly felt your efforts pale in comparison. Suddenly, you decided that the custom made keychain that was stuffed in a makeshift bag was not worthy of his attention. Noticing your dumbfounded expression, you schooled yourself and headed straight to where the drinks were, reminding yourself to collect the bag from nearby.

"Come and look at this," Yoongi beamed, eager to share his gift. Glancing at their direction, you raised your eyebrows to feign enthusiasm. Hye-yeon laughed, covering her face in embarrassment, "Stop, it's not even that big of a deal!"

Upon closer inspection, you realise that it had his name engraved in gold lettering. The body of the fountain pen was all black, set on a satin burgundy bed. Yoongi, proud as ever, took it out and popped the lid, revealing a marvellous gold nib. It was impressive and thoughtful. Yup, you were definitely not going to give him your gift.

"That's so pretty!" You offered, observing it as it twirled in between Yoongi's pale fingers. He was grinning so hard that you saw the sides of his eyes crinkle.

"Hyung, I couldn't find the bottle opener, is it here?" Jimin's voice cut through. You saw that he was busily rummaging through the cupboards with a bottle of wine in his hand. You also noticed that he was travelling towards a location that was eventually nearing the bag. Setting the drink down, you walked towards Jimin, attempting to displace his search.

"I know where it is," You replied before Yoongi could even reply. Reaching forwards under the pretence of looking, you swept the bag out of sight and set it on a chair under the table. But Jimin was quick to register. As your eyes met, you felt your face grow warm with heat as you were more or less caught. But as his eyes softened, he relented his search and gave you the opportunity to disclose where the bottle opener was. Luckily it was just lying out in the open and you handed it over to Jimin. Yoongi and Hye-yeon were already making their way out. Sighing with relief, you leaned on the countertop, setting your half empty drink down.

"Was that meant to be for Yoongi-hyung?” Jimin asked, twisting the opener into the firm structure of the cork.

"Yeah," You confessed, defeated. Even though you were sure that it wasn't a shitty present, you wished that you hadn't seen what Hye-yeon had gotten him. Now you felt as if there was no point since it dawned on you that you were both past the age of novelty gifts. Hearing the cork release from the bottle, you looked up only to see Jimin fish the bag from where it was left.

"Jimin, can I have it back?" You sighed, your mood dampening as he taunted you by hanging it on his finger.

"Why don't you give it to him?" He pouted, trying to sneak a peek by opening the bag and poking his finger through the tissue paper. Giving up, you sighed and reached for the wine bottle in his hand and poured some in your glass. When the keychain finally on display, Jimin cooed. You forgot that you also had his name etched on a separate panel. It was a Kumamon bear holding an orange with a speech bubble that said "Kkaep-Jjang!"

"Hyung would love this," he laughed, laying it flat on his palm. When he turned it, he found an engraving at the back that said "I'm the King, I'm the Boss". It was that moment that made Jimin laugh, doubling over and nearly toppling his drink.

“Stop okay,” You chuckled, seeing how its features brought out someone’s sentimentality. Jimin recovered, taking another swig at his drink.

“No but seriously, this is so cute,” He sighed, thumbing the keychain in his hand. Reaching over, you took it from him and attempted to pocket it. Maybe you can use it instead.

“If you don’t end up giving it to him, can I give it instead? My present is great but this adds a personal touch,” Jimin sighed, stepping closer to intercept you. As he caught your wrist, your eyes widened at his sudden movements. Jimin was usually more physical when he was inebriated, and you could confirm that he was probably tipsy at this stage.

“Jimin quit being like this, I’ll use it instead,” You reasoned, firmly detaching yourself from him. He pouted in defeat, his honey coloured hair falling over his eyes. You suddenly felt sad and insecure, which was ridiculous since it was over a harmless present. But you realised that having such inferior feelings over a mere keychain versus a fountain pen only served to highlight that you were acting like a sore loser and helplessly in love with a taken man.

“Hello? Were you even listening?” Jimin interjected, sticking his face near yours. You brought yourself back to reality, pressing your forehead against his in jest. “No,” You confessed, getting back to your drink. Jimin’s brow furrowed, seemingly upset. “What I was saying was that you should just give it to him, no need to feel insecure, each gift has value.”

Gritting your teeth, you hated how transparent you were at the worst of times. Just then, Taehyung entered the kitchen with Dami. Eyeing how you and Jimin’s heads were lowered and staring into each other’s eyes, Taehyung cleared his throat to signal his presence.

“We were sent to get the cake,” He replied gruffly, staring at you a little longer than expected. Dami’s expression was stony, far contrast to her smiling face earlier. You wondered what had happened.

“Is it time for the singing?” Jimin gasped, setting the bottle and his drink down. You pulled back and shoved the keychain further down your back pocket. Sounds of clutter began as Taehyung desperately searched for the candles, Jimin had already left the kitchen to join in on the fun. Left with nothing to do, you made a move to follow him.

“You should give whatever you got for him, he’d like it all the same,” Taehyung said right before you exited. You looked up, the heat rising to your face as you realised he heard more than you wanted him to.

“It’s okay,” You confess, skin prickling at the thought of Yoongi opening it and giving you that sympathetic smile. Taehyung found the candles and placed them gingerly on top of the cake. You watched as his hair fell over his eyes, he looked good in casual wear. He said nothing more and you followed him outside.

When most of the guests had left, it was just you, Hye-yeon, Jimin, and Yoongi left, clearing up the place. You didn’t have anything on for work, so you stayed. Jimin was in the kitchen for far too long, all you had asked him to get a black bin bag. But when he emerged, he had that and the bag where you had your gift. Lunging forward, you tried to snatch it from Jimin, who dodged you expertly. You glared at him, You are so dead. Instead, Jimin winked at you. Yoongi looked up as he stacked the plates.

“Hyung, you have one more present!” Jimin announced, crossing the distance between him and Yoongi, and placed the paper bag directly in his hand. Yoongi looked at you and realised that you got him the gift. He smiled and reached in, taking it out. Your ears burned as you busied yourself in packing the spare confetti. You heard him laugh, like his genuinely laugh. Then, his arm was around your shoulders, squeezing you.

“Thank you, I love it.”

Jimin smirked at you, wiggling his eyebrows as you found yourself smiling.

It was Taehyung’s birthday and he woke up alone. For the past three years, Dami would wake up early and come into the room with what she called a ‘Birthday Breakfast Muffin.’ And it would be a simple one - blueberry flavoured. Then, she would set it down by the bedside table to wake him first by lifting the duvet up slightly, so the cold air won’t startle him. When he felt her body lie close to him, he would immediately unfurl from his sleeping position and wrapped her in his arms, till he could squeeze giggles out her. Dami would always kiss his cheek and lift herself off to present him the muffin, and he would act like it was the first time he’d seen it. And Dami would kiss him, between mouthfuls of blueberry crumbs, singing Happy Birthday softly against his lips. Then, before he had to go, they would have a proper breakfast together and in the evening, drink their favourite wine and slow dance in the living room.

Now, his room was quiet and there was nothing on the bedside table. No one had lifted the duvet carefully and he had woken up still in the same position he was in - curled up, with a pillow between his legs and arms. The screen on his phone was alight as messages flooded through, casting a white glow against the wall. Sighing, he picked it up, thumbing down the notifications. He didn’t want to reply but he had to out of courtesy. As he spent time checking each message, some from the members, some from other industry friends, he saw yours.

You [5:46AM] Happy Birthday :P

He smiled at that. It had been a couple of weeks since you had last spoken (and fucked) and he wasn’t sure if he had missed you or just missed someone to hold. Their schedule was particularly packed towards the end of the year anyway and he threw himself into it, not wanting to be idle. Double tapping on your message to like it, he carried on replying for most of the morning, with his phone attached to the charger.

When Taehyung was the van on the way to the agency for his birthday broadcast, he wondered whether he viewed his relationship with Dami with rose-tinted glasses on. Whether he conflated getting comfortable with contentment. He wracked his brain for the moments where Dami was pulling away and if there was a time, why didn’t he notice?

As the van shuddered due to a speed hump, he was brought back to reality. Through the dark tint of the windows, he saw the agency and then they approached the basement parking. Sighing, he pushed his glasses up his nose and cleared his throat. He needed to focus and speak live for at least an hour, so he abandoned any thoughts or opportunity for retrospection. It would eventually give him a headache anyway.

It was mid-January already and it was nearing 7pm. You were close in finalising the project that you had been working on for the past three weeks. You didn't bother to turn the lights on, letting the blue glow of the laptop spur you into hyper focus. Suddenly, you hear your front door open. Taehyung. Hands flying to switch the nearby floor lamp on, you didn’t want to appear as a hermit. Light flooded the living room just as he appeared. Dressed in grey sweats, he carried a paper bag and carried a navy holdall. Placing his face mask and beanie on the counter, he watched you to look for signs of a meeting. You realise that you were still wearing your work clothes despite sitting crossed legged on the floor, hunched over the small screen for god knows how long.

"I'll just be 5 more minutes," you informed him, turning your attention back to the document. He smiles, producing a cheesecake and two cans of beer.

"I'll put these in the fridge, they've been stewing in the car," he sighed. You nod, not really caring. Silence passed, you typed the last few corrections, your eyes stung from the tiredness. You noticed that Taehyung was taking a little too long, rummaging through your fridge.

"You're wasting my electricity," You grumbled, logging out of the online portal. He ignored you, digging a white box that you've shoved in the back. Eyes widening, you scramble to stand up, running towards him to prevent him from opening it. The box was decorative and came from his favourite patisserie.

"Taehyung, put it back," you protest, trying (and failing) to snatch it away from his grasp. It didn't help that he raised it from your reach as he towered over you.

"What's this?" He queried, looking up at the base of the box.

"Taehyung please!" You pleaded, jumping up in desperation. But he leaned back till his back his the counter. He laughed as you jumped up again. The box was still well out of your reach. Giving up, you sighed deeply and stood back, crossing your arms over your chest. He waited for you to lunge at him but you retreated, going back to your laptop instead. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw that he set it down near the paper bag he brought. Heat rose to your face as you waited for his reaction. Taehyung opened the box and was met with an array of macarons. All different colours, he noticed that letters were on them, painted with chocolate. But some were already missing. Not entirely your fault. You hadn’t seen each other for a while and you didn’t want to waste your money, so you ate them gradually as you worked.

Appy irthday Ehyung!

On the bottom row, there were illustrations of Yeontan walking in profile. The remaining macarons had paw prints on them. He looked up at you and found you frantically shuffling some papers to appear distracted. Maybe if I don’t look him in the eye, he’d just drop it. You thought, banking on Taehyung’s emotional intelligence.

"For me?" He asked coyly, picking the 'A' macaron and biting into it. You carried on shuffling papers and shoving them into a folder. If you could summon a giant black hole to open up, you would. He called your name, moving to sit next to you with the box in his hand. When the collection of macarons appeared in your view, you groaned in embarrassment. You wanted to bury yourself alive. Taheyung's arm slid on your shoulder as your face heated up from being found out.

"I think this is really sweet," he said, picking a macaron and offering it to you. It was pink with a paw print on it.

"No it's not Taehyung, it's weird. I shouldn't have gotten it," You sigh, biting into it. But he squeezed you closer to him.

"Well, it was for my birthday, and I think it's sweet," he repeated, finishing the macaron. Reaching for the TV remote, you switched the channel to the news.

“Is all you watch the news?” He asked, snatching the remote away from you. The screen swiftly changed to a variety show, which was probably a re-run.

“It gets me knowing what’s going on, sometimes the newspapers take too much time,” You answered, pulling your legs towards you and tucking your knees under your chin. You felt his gaze next to you.

“You know, you’re so young, but you’ve done so much,” He mutters, totally out of the blue. He reached for a pink macaron with Yeontan on it. But before he bit into it, he took his phone out to take a picture first. That made you smile.

“I guess…” You offered, paying attention to the game on the screen. Both teams had to score a point for water polo. Needless to say, they were struggling all the same.

“I mean, you’ve accomplished so many things too, you’re literally part of the world’s biggest boyband right now,” You add, actually interested in the game.

“It’s not all that.” He sighed, finishing the macaron in one swift bite.

“Well, I’d rather be depressed with $40 million in my account than depressed with $3.” You replied distractedly, seeing another email on your laptop screen. Taehyung found it in himself to laugh at how blunt you were. Dami was always understanding and consoling him for everything that bothered him, whereas you couldn’t be bothered to entertain any sort of that. Which is why he thought you and Yoongi would be a good fit.

“Yoongi-hyung said something similar to me when he and I went drinking,” Taehyung reminisced. Your ears perked up, somewhat curious that you had similar views.

“I was talking about how it’s so much pressure to be an idol and he just shrugged, said something like that, and then he told me that it’s better to be busy than idle. And anyway, we’ve gained more than we lost, I think.”

It was your turn to laugh. That was just like Yoongi to say something like that. The other team on the TV won, and the sound of chaotic cheers filled your living room. Taehyung’s hand closed over yours, his thumb brushing your knuckles.

“Now?”

“Mmhm,” He hummed, already leaning towards you. The sweet taste of macarons greeted your lips, then his tongue grazed yours. The taste of macarons lingered on your tongue. You moan, hands suddenly scrambling to remove his shirt, he gasped as your cold hands came into contact with his back.

“Sorry,” You said in between moans as his hands hurriedly unbuttoned your blouse. Careful not to tear it open (like last time), he flung it to the far side of the room. Then came the zip of your trousers, you shed them from your legs, spreading your thighs as you reclined beneath him. He pressed himself against your throbbing core, rapidly becoming wet just from kissing. I mean, it has been, what? Weeks?

“Better in the bedroom,” He muttered, lips on your neck. You nod, clawing at his back, hips grinding against him, earning a deep groan against your ears. Getting up was easy, but not when his arm locked around your waist as he stepped out of his own sweats, using you for balance. You laughed as his toes got caught in the fray.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, slipping out of his hoodie and shirt. Both in your underwear, you stepped over the mess on the floor and made a beeline for the bedroom. You silently pat yourself on the back for remembering to wash the bedsheets. As your back hit the bed, the smell of freshly laundered sheets greeted you. Taehyung leaned over you, kissing your nose as he hooked his thumbs over your underwear. Teasingly slow, you watched as the black fabric left your body, revealing your soaked folds. Eyes trained on your wet cunt, Taehyung removed his underwear, cock springing free. You moaned as pre-cum covered the head of his cock. Scrambling to get the condom on your side table, he chuckled at how on the ball you were.

“Shut up,” You mirrored him, finally finding it. Swiftly, you handed it to him and watched with bated breath as he slipped it on. When the head of his cock teased you core, you adjusted yourself, hips coming down. Your hand grasped him and he groaned at your impatience. Not wanting to waste anymore time, you ground your hips, feeling his cock become coated with your arousal, yet still he held back.

“Fuck hold on,” he moaned as you took his fingers in your mouth, coating it with your saliva, using all available devices at your disposal. As his fingers left your mouth, you noticed that his other hand was placed on your shoulder, perhaps to brace himself. In that moment, you were aware that his thumb was unconsciously caressing the base of your neck. Your cunt clenched immediately. Taehyung jerked suddenly, your walls tightening around him even more. Your eyes met briefly, everything felt so hot.

"Choke me." You blurted out, it was instinctive, you rolled your hips to spur him on. Taehyung's eyes widened, only for a split second but you caught it. For the first time, he was hesitating. Silence continued and your walls throbbed around his cock. You inhaled sharply, aware that you couldn't let the moment pass.

"Taheyung," you gasped, moaning as he let you grind yourself against him, enveloping his cock in your folds.

"Are you sure? I've never done this before," he said, voice oddly calm. But you felt his hand begin to press the side of your neck, it was subtle but your pulse was beating steadily against his skin. You found yourself nodding, pushing yourself closer against him, back arching slightly, taking his cock even deeper. A small moan escaped your lips, hoping to coax him. The air became rarified with the anticipation that emanated from you both.

"I trust you," you reassured him, remaining still and waiting for him. With your eyes locked onto his, you gauged him, his bottom lip was tucked under his teeth. Something flitted across his eyes and then you felt his hand move across your neck, your breath hitched. He stopped suddenly, the pressure leaving your neck and soon as it arrived.

"No, keep going," you said, trying to keep the panic in your voice at bay. But you saw that he was chuckling, eyes darkening suddenly.

"No, I just, I never thought you'd be into this," he smirked. Heat floods your face.

"Hey I'm not a prude," you shot back, returning his gaze defiantly.

"Now get on with it," you demanded, spreading your thighs and proceeding to undulate your hips. Taehyung groaned, remembering that he was still sheathed inside of you, aware that your walls were throbbing in protest. Finally, his hand enclosed over your neck, you felt the pressure again, and a jolt of pleasure ran along your body. You shiver involuntarily, moaning as he also began to move his hips.

“Tell me if you’re uncomfortable and I’ll stop, okay?” Taheyung panted, firmly planting his his other hand beside your head. Nodding as best you could, your breath hitched as he slammed his hips onto yours, the hand on your neck keeping a steady pressure. With your eyes fluttering shut, you sighed as your clit finally got the attention it needed. Lost in the depths of pleasure, you heard him say your name, a deep rasp that pierced any sense of logic you had left. It wasn't something that you could respond to anyway, as your voice garbled nonsense, words melting into mewls. He called your name again. This time, you opened your eyes, tongue wetting your lips as he pushed himself inside you.

"F-fuck, Taehyung, harder," you moaned, you couldn't contain it. Looking up at him, you knew that he was hesitating in putting more pressure. He knew you were pleading for his hand to put more weight on you. Seeing that his jaw was clenched, his groans mixing into grunts as he rutted into you, pressing you further up the mattress. Your arms raised themselves above your head, pushing against the headboard to brace yourself. Taehyung groaned at the sight, you knew that he liked you spread before him, your tits bouncing each time his hips slammed against yours. You were so wet that you were practically dripping around him and onto the sheets.

"You sure?" He asked, voice strained.

"Yes!" You gasped, eyes rolling in the back of your head as your arched up, pressing your entire self against him. Then, his hand added more weight, closing on your neck even more. A choked cry escaped your lips as they parted.

"Shit," he groaned, momentarily thrown off as he snapped his hips in response as your cunt clenched around him. You whined as the sensations began to overwhelm you, barely able to register anything as your voice was reduced to gasps. Taehyung wasn't faring either, teeth cutting his lower lip, biting so hard that it became a violent shade of dark pink.

"Keep going, don't stop, fuck," you gasped, arms straining from the force of his thrusts. Still, the fact that Taehyung's hand was on your neck only served to elevate your pleasure, causing you to leak more. He never wavered, thrusting into you rapidly. As your body began to be jostled, bouncing on the mattress from the force, his hold on your neck restricted you, taking the air that you sought. His groans and your cries coincided with the repeated slaps of skin on skin, the slick noises of your wet cunt enclosing on his cock.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last," Taehyung groaned, his hand on your neck pressing tighter. Delighted in how he was taking the role, you bit your lip not caring if he finished first. It was euphoric, to have him believe that you trusted him and that he was doing what you asked. That thought alone was enough to send you over the edge.

"Just cum," You moaned, hands leaving the headboard to cup your breasts, pinching your nipples. You didn’t care that you were being pushed up, so much so that you body was practically leaning on the headboard, your body basically bent in half. Taehyung grunted in response, then elicited a gasp as his thrusts become sloppier by the second. Everything was so hot and wet, his grip on your throat tightening further.

"Fuck, fuck, you're so fucking good," he moaned, his voice deep and clear. You relish in being able to give him pleasure, moaning even more as you closed your eyes and succumbed to his touch. With a final slam of his hips, he came with fervour, filling the condom, spilling his hot cum inside. With his hand still on your neck you whined as your swollen clit was suddenly neglected, his thrusts slowing down. But before you could protest, Taehyung had mustered the strength to continue thrusting into you.

"T-taehyung, ah, fuck,” you cried, hands flying to his forearm as he continued to choke you. Your fingers dug into his skin, small red crescents forming in their wake.

"Cum for me," he demanded not caring about the sting on his arm, eyes alight with determination. In that moment, you let go, orgasm ripping through you in a violent way, that combined with the lack of air caused you to get lightheaded as your cries were reduced to silence. White light clouded your vision and your body shuddered as it tried to cope with all the sensations that assaulted it. Taehyung's lips found your nipple, tugging it even more. You swore you were ascending as he coasted you through your orgasm, Fuck, yes, yes! You managed, your entire body singing from pleasure and pain. As he slowed his thrusts, you steadied your breath, his hands left your neck and body as he leaned back to slip outside of you. The emptiness made you groan as your walls throbbed around nothing. Taehyung leaned forward to plant a chaste kiss on your lips before rolling next to you, completely spent. After some time, you both relaxed onto the bed, somewhat sleepy.

"Can I stay for a bit?" Taehyung muttered, already drifting. You didn't answer. Instead, you turned to him and slotted yourself against his body, your head against his neck. He used his arm to pull you closer, tucking you head underneath his chin.

The clock read 3.47AM. It was dark and you were tangled in each other's embrace. You had accidentally woken him up when you tried to go to the bathroom since your skin was sticky as your arousal was drying between your legs, on your chest, your lips. Now, Taehyung's arm was underneath your head, his other hand took yours to outstretch it to the ceiling. You weren't sure what the purpose of that was since your arm was shorter than his, so his elbow ended up at an angle. Still, you played along, rocking your palm against his.

“I can’t sleep. I keep thinking about the time where I messed up during a conference." He confessed. Chuckling at himself as he remembered it. He was opening up more, usually it's after sex. It didn't bother you before but you did notice that cuddling was new.

"I was asked to describe the genre for one of the tracks, and I said something like disco pop poking ballad acoustic guitar sound," he outwardly cringed, folding into you. You laugh at his hair, untangling your fingers from his to hug him, he squeezed you back. You knew what he was talking about, the press conference for their BE album. But you couldn’t remember which song.

"Can I ask what track?"

He starts laughing harder, his deep voice melodic, and he nuzzled more into the crook of your neck. You hug him tighter, your heart swelling at his display of affection.

"Blue and Grey." With that knowledge you actually laughed, fanning his hair with your breath. Taehyung pressed himself onto you, arms circling your waist.

"I know," he grumbled, deep voice reverberating against your skin. He pulled away, placing some distance between you, so you rested your head on the pillow as his arm slipped away. You schooled yourself as you automatically missed his embrace.

"I always get nerves during press conferences, now it's gonna add to the view that I'm from another planet," he sighed. He was looking up at your ceiling again, profile in view. It was hard to tell whether his eyes were closed or not since his fringe was in the way. Yet your hand remained by your side despite its protest of brushing it away.

"Well, I like you just the way you are," you mused. The silence that followed signalled that what you said may have been inappropriate. You had to remind yourself that you were just having sex. What you said seemed like a tentative statement, a hint that you wanted more as you reassured him. But it was unavoidable at this point, it came so natural to you. You waited, unaware that you were holding your breath. All that came was a small scoff from Taehyung, he brought his hands to his face, bracelets jostling together on his wrist. Guessing that he was still reeling from embarrassment, you trusted that he would gloss over what you said. Your face filled with heat as you prepared to turn over.

"Well, I should get going. Early shoot tomorrow." He sat up suddenly, threading his fingers through his hair. He was already reaching for his clothes. A small sliver of disappointment wrapped itself over you, your skin prickled with goosebumps.

"Sure. Drive safe." You said, turning over and pulling the duvet further up your shoulder.

"Thanks."

Well, I like you just the way you are.

It wasn't new. He had heard it more than a thousand times since he started his career, whether it was from his parents, the members, fans. So why did it feel different this time? Taehyung drove the car out of the parking lot, climbing the cemented hill to join the main road. Despite nearing midnight, various cars were still on the road. He drove in silence.

But in that silence, he remembered you. The small sighs you would make. How your bodies seemed to slot into each other perfectly nowadays. The snippets of encouragement that didn’t come often but it was enough for him to notice. Clenching his jaw, he realised that what was happening between you guys was toeing the line. A shrill ring brought him out of his thoughts - Dami. Her name flashed on the screen of his car. He ignored it, driving forward as the light turned green.

previously.

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4 years ago

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Last Updated: 05/12/2020 (gosh I spent all of today going through my liked posts to get all the other fics I’ve read posted here, I didn’t realize that I read so much yg/jk fics lmao)

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→ The Seven Kinds of Love ❣☪ღ

→ Let Me Hold Them Again ❣ღ

→ Happy Holidays ❣

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