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*Request: you’re clay and Gemmas daughter so everyone is super protective, and you and juice have been flirting for a while, then your kidnapped and they have to rescue you, and juice gets really upset and eventually says that he loves you.* Part 2

*Splash* “Wake up bitch.” A guy in a mask told you. Your whole body was in an extreme pain and you noticed on your side that you had stitches in. “What happened to my side?” You said to the men but no one responded back to you. “What the fuck happened to my side shit face?! You a deaf bitch or what?!” You said gazing at them. One of them came towards you a slapped the shit out of you that blood flew out your mouth. You wanted to cry but you were raised to not show weakness. You spit in his face, “You hit like a bitch you know that.” You said with a big smile on your face. “That really is Jax Teller little sister.” Another man sitting at the table said. “Aye, bring baby doll here. Her boyfriend is on the news.” The fourth man said. The man who slapped you got you up and sat you on the couch… “The young man that was in this horrific car crash is in and out of consciousness, although he is in bad condition he is not in critical care. While out of on consciousness he said that his girlfriend had been kidnapped and the kidnappers were the ones who shot him. Police say that they are investigating who could take this poor young lady and why.” The news lady said. “This couple was on there way to an event and someone drove them off the road and then took the girl. We are not sure if she has some enemies or anything we are just trying to work with her family to find the young woman and bring her home.” The cop said. “Yes, and we do hope that this young lady returns home safely. Back to you Steve.” The news lady said. “Well baby doll, if your dad gives us what we want, we will definitely return you.” The fourth guy said.

“We need to find who the hell has my little girl.” Clay said throwing the remote at the TV. “We called LaRoy, Marcus, and Lynn to see if any of them has heard anything but the streets are silent.” Tig said. “Well make some damn noise, my little girl is gone missing!” Gemma said starting to cry, Tara consoled her. Juice shook his head then walked to the back hall way. He fell to his knees and for the first time in a long time, he prayed to God. “Please bring her back. Bring her back please. That’s all I’ve ever asked you for. You know I love her, just please bring her back and I won’t do her wrong.” He said and got up. His anxiety was catching up to him in that moment and he started to cry a little. “You okay Juicy?” Chibs asked him. “I love her, and now she will never know how I feel if she doesn’t come back.” Juice said slowly to Chibs. “Ay, she’s coming back so you can cry and tell her when we find her.” Chibs said and Juice chuckled a little. “Lets go find ya lady, alright?” Chibs said putting his arm around Juice… They walked back in the room and Bobby walked into the house, “We need to go meet up Alvarez now.” “What’s up?” Jax said. “We got a lead.” Bobby said and all the men hurried outside.

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You hadn’t slept since you had gotten knocked out. You couldn’t sleep because you felt unsafe. You were dirty and all fucked up, but you didn’t even want to get clean around these bastards because you didn’t what they were capable of. You had already been gone for two days now and you payed attention to everything the four men did. You saw that they weren’t heavily strapped but two of them were meth heads, which meant they were white boys. You couldn’t see there faces but one of them looked Hispanic from his body skin color of his arms but you never heard him talk. The two meth heads were dumb as fuck and the other two were quiet. You could tell who was in charge. Only one fed you and brung you to the restroom, the one that slapped the shit out of you, he was a very big dude so if you tried to run away he would most likely be the one to get me. You weren’t that dumb to try and run because you knew one of the dumb ass meth heads would’ve probably shot you by accident. You sat back and waited patiently, you had already looked at how you could escape so you, you had handcuffs on but Happy taught you how to get out of those. When you went to the restroom, you checked to see if you still knew how to get out of them and you did so that was one obstacle checked off your list.

“Here, let me put some alcohol on those bruises and stitches.” The guy you thought was Hispanic said. Once you heard him talk you knew he wasn’t, but his voice was very familiar. He raised up his long sleeves and you looked at his ink. and saw the prison tattoos for Aryan brother hood. You thought to yourself, “What the fuck did my dad do?” “Ouch.” You said as he nursed your wounds. “Damn, you got fucked up.” He said putting a band-aid on your stitches noticing the big bruise on your stomach. “Oh yeah? I wonder how the fuck I got that.” You said, because that was just a dumb ass thing to say. Before he could respond one of the meth head spoke up, “Look bitch, he’s being nice by even helping you.” He said charging me up and kicking me in the face. “The guy who was nursing me got up and pushes the meth head. “What the fuck you doing? That’s a woman not no damn animal!” He said punching the meth head. The meth head retrieved back to the couch like a dog that just got his ass beat. He sat back down and continue to nurse your wounds. Not a word was said after that.

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“Whats up man” Alvarez said “Trying to get my kid back.” Clay said shaking his hand. “Check it man, word around town is that some white boys that just got out of ail took your little girl.” He said getting straight to the point. “For what? We don’t have any beef with anybody right now. Especially on the inside.” Bobby said confused. “Shit!” Clay said. “Do you know where they are?” Juice asked. “I got a few motel names but I also got a few apartment names so there will be some looking..” Alvarez said. “So fucking what? We need to find her now!” Jax said interrupting Alvarez but then his phone rang cutting him off. “Yeah?” Jax said full of anger. “Jax.” You said talking to your brother. “Y/N are you okay? Where are you? Who has you?” Jax said. “Jax, I’m fine. You need to give them whatever they ask for or they will kill me.” You said saying everything your kidnappers told you to say. “What the fuck do they want?!” Clay said getting on the phone. You cried to Clay, “Daddy!” The kidnapper immediately took the phone and said, “We want guns and 4 million dropped off at Echo Park the day after tomorrow at 2 in the afternoon and we will release your kid.” He said and then hung up.

“What they say?” Jax asked. “We need to find her or find 4 million with some guns.” Clay said. “Lets start with those addresses then.” Jax said hopping on his bike… “Well, we finally gone get our money.” One of the meth heads said. “Aye, you think I can ave a taste of this sweet baby doll?” The other meth head said touching your face and you kicked him in his face. “You little bitch!” He said raising his hand to you. “Hey! The both of you need to quit your shit! I swear if any of yall touch her. Ill kill you myself.” The big guy said. You just laid back down and got lost in your thoughts. You prayed that God would get you the fuck out of wherever the fuck you were at and from these dumbass men. You promised that you would never disobey your dad again if God got you out of the situation. You felt so damn stupid for not going to your parents house whenever they told you. Now your boyfriend could be dead and the man you really love will never see you again. Juice was on your mind heavy and all you did was just hope that you was on his mind also.

IMAGINE ACCOMPANYING JARED TO A RADIO SHOW

Jared looks over at you through the big pane of glass, with the goofiest face you’ve ever seen. You laugh, but there was no way he could’ve heard. You check your phone for the time: 6 AM.

“Remind me why I agreed to wake up this early?” you say to your best friend, who you brung to Jared’s radio interview.

“Because you’re here to support your boyfriend. Why you had to drag me here, I will never understand,” she yawned.

“Couldn’t I support him from the warmth of my bed?” you answered, and turned back over to the interview. Jared had his eyes on you the whole time, while Tomo and Shannon laughed about something the radio host said. For the next couple of minutes, the two of you make silly faces at one another.

“You guys are really weird,” your friend smirked.

“Jared?” the host asks, as Jared returns his attention back to him. Jared shakes his head, apologetically.

“I’m sorry,” Jared laughs, “What was your question, again?” The host turns around in his chair to look over at you, who was, at this point, bright red with embarrassment.

“Okay, I see what’s going on here,” the interviewer chuckled, “So how long have the two of you been together?”

“Well, um,” Jared stuttered, “Erhm a while now, yeah, we actually really care about one another.”

“Woah,” your best friend groaned, “Somehow you have managed to turn the great Jared Leto speechless!” You couldn’t help but to worry whether you had just botched a career opportunity for the band. You would never be able to forgive yourself.

“Well you seem to be really smitten, the two of you have been spotted almost everywhere together,” the host said. You put you face into your hands and could not believe this was happening.

“Yeah, she’s-um,” Jared rubbed his forehead, “She’s really special.” Your eyes meet for a split second before you nervously dart them away.

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After the show, Jared joins you outside while waiting for Shannon, Tomo and your best friend to drive up in the car and take you home.

“Hey you,” you felt Jared put his hand around your back as you wrapped yours around his neck, “You alright?”

“Yeah, that got very awkward very fast,” you added.

“I meant it, you know,” Jared lowered his voice, “Everything I said in there, I meant all of it.”

“Really?” you froze, scared that if you were to move you would ruin a perfectly good moment between the two of you. Jared pulled you in, your lips meeting.

“Does that answer your question?” he smiled. You laughed and leaned back into a kiss.

“Get a room!” you hear Shannon shout from inside the car that just drove up to the both of you.

“Let’s go,” Jared whispers and helps you into the car.

(Requests are open!)

Title: The Love of my Life

Requested? Nope

Overview: During winter break me and my boyfriend, Niall, decided that I should go to his parent’s house in Ireland to visit him and his family.

(Lots of cutesy stuff)

I grabbed my bags and made my way out of the plane, dragging my feet behind me.

I tiredly trudged through the crowded Mullingar airport and noticed I had a notification as I took my phone out of my pocket.

‘I see you’ it read.

I looked back up, instantly smiling as I saw my blue eyed boyfriend walking toward me.

“Babe!” Niall happily said as he hugged me.

“Hey, miss me?” I laughed.

“Only everyday” he replied, grinning down at me.

I yawned before I could reply.

“I see you are excited to be here” Niall joked.

“Niall” I whined, smiling as I playfully slapped his arm.

“Alright, let’s go” he said, picking up one of my bags.

“Thank you, you are so kind” I grinned, grabbing the other bag.

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He swung open the door of his childhood home, allowing me to go in first, before following after.

I heard light footsteps before hearing a voice.

“Niall!” his mother, Maura, excitedly yelled as she ran toward him, tightly hugging him, while Bobby, his father, drifted down the stairs behind his wife.

I awkwardly stood to the side, unsure of what to do. I had met his parents before, if talking on the phone and occasionally speaking when me and Niall would Skype is called “meeting”.

I was really excited to spend winter break in Ireland with Niall, after all, I never got to see him. Between the distances of our homes and the chaos of concert dates, it was practically impossible for the two of us to see each other.

“Hi” Bobby kindly smiled at me as he put out his hand.

“Hello” I nervously said, shaking it.

Maura directed her eyes toward me.

“Oh and you must be Y/N, we have heard so much about you!” she graciously said, pulling me into a hug.

“Thank you for having me” I said with a warm smile.

“It’s no problem, dear!” she said as she pulled away from the embrace.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’m going to get Y/N settled in and show her around the house” Niall explained to his parents.

“Oh of course. We actually need to run a few errands but we will be back a little later” Maura said as she hugged Niall once more before sending me another smile and swiftly leaving the house with her husband.

“Your parents are wonderful” I said.

“Yeah, I know” Niall smiled softly to himself. “Anyway, let’s get your stuff upstairs and then I can show you around.”

-

After settling my bags in the guest room, and getting a tour of the house, jet leg started creeping up on me.

I rested my head on my hands, and my hands rested on the kitchen table, my eyes closed.

“Y/N” Niall whispered, slightly shaking me.

“Hmmmm” I sleepily hummed in response.

“You wanna nap?” he softly laughed.

“Mmhmm, it’s sleepy time.”

I felt him grab my hand and I instinctively intwined our fingers, lazily opening my eyes as I stood up from the table. I stumbled up the stairs and plopped down on Niall’s bed.

“Goodnight, even though it’s only 4 in the evening” he softy laughed as he kissed the top of my head.

The last thing I heard before drifting off was the 'click’ of the closing door.

-

I woke up and rolled over, only opening my eyes when I remembered where I was.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat for a while, listening to hints of where Niall and/or his parents were.

After hearing Niall’s muffled voice coming from downstairs, I stretched, cleaned myself up in the bathroom, and made the trip downstairs.

“Hey sleepy head” Niall said as he ended the call he was just on.

I simply smiled in response. “Who was on the phone?” I asked.

“I was ordering food from a pizza place that’s not too far from here, I thought you would be hungry, are you? I know I am” he laughed.

“Starving” I grinned. “Hey, where are your parents? Are they still out?”

“Oh, no. They’re upstairs, asleep.”

“Asleep? It’s only like 6??” I said as more of a question than a statement.

“It’s 10 at night.”

“What? You’re telling me that i was asleep for 6 hours?” I exclaimed.

“Yes” he simply stated. “Don’t be embarrassed about sleep, sleep is great” he laughed.

“Oh I know sleep is great, but why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I know how jet leg feels, I know you needed it” he smiled at me. “Now, what do you feel like doing while we wait for food?”

“Movies maybe?” I asked hopefully.

“What a great idea” he smiled as he walked over to his family room, turning on the TV.

“I’m full of them” I playfully joked, following him. “Do you have like a stack of movies? Or a place where they are usually kept?”

“Yeah, usually over there” he said as he pointed in the direction of a cabinet beside the TV, all the while his eyes focused on the remote.

I walked over and opened the cabinet, immediately knowing which movie we would be watching.

CAN WE WATCH THIS PLEASE" I asked, holding up the movie I picked.

“Rise of the Guardians?” Niall asked as he looked up, a smile lingering on his lips.

“YES” I said.

“I have never seen it before.”

I dramatically gasped. “Well, you won’t be able to say that after tonight.”

I walked over and handed him the movie before retiring to the couch.

After Niall put the disk in, he went upstairs and returned with one blanket and two pillows.

After getting settled in, I rested my head on his shoulder and I felt his arm drape around my backside, our legs getting tangled together.

“I love you” he said.

“And I love you” I replied, cuddling in closer.

-

Our comfortable silence, and our movie, was disturbed when we heard a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it” Niall said as he grabbed money off the counter and made his was toward the door.

“Foooooood!” Niall happily said as he placed the containers on the table.

“Amazing” I said, giggling at him.

After opening multiple random cupboards, I finally found the cups, and filled one with my favorite drink, which fortunately, he had.

We walked back over to the couch and placed our food and drinks on the table that was placed in front of it, and got back into our original comfy positions.

Niall reached for the remote.

“How about we finish the movie after we eat. Can we just talk?” I asked.

“Of course” he replied as he leaned down and pecked my lips.

After a few seconds had past, Niall spoke up.

“Do you think there are aliens out in space?”

“I mean there are so many galaxies and inside those galaxies there are solar systems and inside those solar systems are multiple planets, on one of those planets there must be some kind of life besides us” I laughed at his random question.

“What do you think they look like?” He continued, giggling and speaking like a 5 year old.

“I don’t know, ever seen avatar, like the blue people. Maybe that” I laughed.

“Or the stereotypical green guys with antennas” he joked.

“I can see that” I laughed once more, almost choking on my food in the process.

-

“We should make some cupcakes” Niall all- of-a-suddenly said.

“What?” I questioned. “It’s midnight, Niall. And we just finished our dinner.”

“That’s the perfect time to make cupcakes, Y/N!”

“I agree, let’s go” I laughed as we got up and ran to the kitchen.

Niall pulled out the materials we needed as I searched in the pantry for a cupcake mix.

I gasped as a few things came tumbling down on me.

Niall abruptly looked up and broke out in laughter as he spotted my dilemmas.

I fell on my back and clutched my chest as I let out desperate gasps as I laughed, tears starting to roll down my face.

Niall walked over and hid his face in my neck, both of us attempting, but failing, to try and stop laughing.

When I looked up, I saw his face had turned red from the laughing, and I no doubt looked any different.

“I’m so glad that I have you in my life” Niall said sincerely.

“And what would I do without you?” I smiled and pulled him in for a kiss, placing my hand on the crook of his neck.

When we pulled apart I lifted myself off the floor and ended up needing to help Niall off the floor as well.

“Back to those cupcakes” I determinedly said, a grin plastered on my face.

“Are you sure you don’t need help looking for a mix? I wouldn’t want another avalanche crushing you” Niall mirrored my grin.

I stuck my tongue out at him before turning and going back to the pantry search.

“Aha!” I said as I pulled out a chocolate cupcake mix.

I walked over to the counter and poured the mix into the bowl that Niall had found.

Niall then poured in the water and handed me a measuring cup.

I looked at the directions on the box and walked over to the pantry once more. I pulled out the oil and measured the perfect amount into the cup and then into the bowl.

Niall stirred the ingredients as I got ready to evenly distribute the mix into the cupcake pan.

“Voila” I said after I was done. “We did good, don’t ya think?”

“We did” he laughed as he put the cupcakes into the oven.

-

After we waited for the cupcakes to fully cook, we frosted them and then decided to finish watching Rise of the Guardians.

Once again in our former position of cuddling on the couch, and the TV softly playing in the background, I felt Niall’s head gently bump my shoulder. Not thinking anything of it, I continued watching the movie.

I softly gasped when his head fell on my lap.

“Niall?” I laughed.

Nothing.

I brung my hand down and brushed through his hair, smiling to myself.

“My sleepy baby” I whispered to myself.

I brushed my fingers against his cheek and I thought to myself:

how did I ever get so lucky?

I directed my eyes back to the movie and continued to unconsciously twirl his hair through my fingers.

I don’t know how I fell asleep in a sitting up position, but the last thing I remember were the end credits of the movie, and the soft snores of the love of my life.

“No, okay?!” You shouted, throwing your purse on the couch.

“Don’t act like it isn’t a big deal one of my group mates groped you, (Y/N)! I know I shouldn’t have ever brung you around them!” Hoseok ran his finger through his hair frustratingly, “What did you two do?”

“Nothing, Hoseok!” You stormed away.

He laughed sarcastically, “It’s not over—not one bit. You’re not gonna see them anymore,” He followed you, “Especially not Yoongi.”

“You’re the one who introduced me to them!” You spun around, “You knew the consequences-”

“Well, if you and Yoongi would be able to control yourselves instead of shoving your tongues down each other’s throats when everyone turned away-!”

You scoffed, “If I could control myself?” You went to the refrigerator, “What is that supposed to mean? What are you calling me, Hoseok? Hm? A slu-”

“Not at all!” He slammed his hands on the dinning room table, “I just wished that he could’ve controlled himself..” He cupped his face, “It’s all my fault.” He mumbled, “My little cousin came here to visit me, and I let my friend make out with her..”

You grabbed a water bottle, not buying whatever Hoseok was trying to pull on you. “What was that?” You looked out the window.

“Where?” His head popped up, “Are they home?”

“No, it wasn’t them.” You shook your head, pointing outside. “You better go check before we get murdered—I’m serious, Hoseok.” You acted as if you were afraid.

“Stay here.” He ordered, getting up from a chair and walking to the front door.

You watched him go outside, and grabbed his phone—quickly looking for Yoongi’s number. As soon as you turned it on, he had missed calls, messages, and texts from the boy in question. “I made her..” You read, face softening from your annoyed one. You shook your head, unlocking his phone and deleting the one’s that Yoongi had said he forced you to kiss him. You yanked your phone out, typing his number into your contacts.

“There wasn’t anything outside,” Hoseok’s voice came back, you threw his phone back.

“I swear I saw something,” You turned your back towards him.

“You better go clean up before they get home,” He sat back down, “I won’t tell your parents if you promise to not bring this up again, and not go see any of them while you’re here. You came here to see us—not have sex with my friend.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’ll be taking my makeup off.” Walking away, you hovered your thumb above the call option for Yoongi’s name. You tapped your phone screen, feeling butterflies of nervousness fill your stomach as you quickly rushed to your room.

The dial tone rang for a while, and just when you were about to give up a voice answered. “Hello?”

“Yoongi—it’s (Y/N).”

“(Y/N), how’d you get my number? Are you okay? Do you need me to go pick you up?” He rambled, and changed his tone.

“I’m fine—he didn’t talk to me on the ride back, but he started lecturing me when we got inside.” You slid down, back against the wall.

He sighed heavily, “I should have never done that..” There was a silence, “I’m so sorry. I should’ve known better than to mess with you,”

“What happened to you saying you didn’t care if Hoseok found out?” You looked up.

“It’s different—I didn’t want him to find out like that. It would’ve been easier if he found me holding your hand, or me telling him; something sweet. Listen, I’m sorry but-”

“No.” You spoke up, “You know where Hoseok’s parents live—come now.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Now, Yoongi.” You said sternly, “Don’t let him see you.”

“I’ll be there soon,” He hung up.

“(Y/N)..” Hoseok said softly, knocking on the door slightly.

“What?” You snapped, getting your makeup removal wipes from your bag.

“Can I come in?”

“No.”

“It’s my house-”

“I don’t care!” You threw the huge packet of wipes at the door.

“I don’t want things to be like this—not around our parents.” He jiggled the doorknob, “Can we at least leave on a good note? I’m not gonna say I’m sorry-”

“Then leave me alone.” You cut him off, not wanting to hear anymore.

“What you did was wrong, (Y/N).” He spoke louder.

You stubbornly wiped your face with the wipe, looking in the mirror that was in the room. Your phone vibrated, and you checked it. Yoongi asked if she should go to the back of the house—you replied yes. The was what you saw if you looked out the window. You heard Hoseok leave, and you finally took a breath. When you finished taking all your makeup off, you switched your clothes to comfortable sweatpants and a crop top. You laid down in bed, thinking about the way your older cousin grabbed your wrist in front of everyone—dragging you away. The way that the rest of his friends had their mouths hung open at his rage, and your face. You put your hair in a ponytail, still upset at the fact Hoseok made a scene. Your phone rang after about ten minutes, “Hello?” You pressed the phone against your ear.

“I’m in the back—should I just wait?”

You got up, looking outside. There Yoongi stood, still dressed like he was earlier. “I’m gonna climb out the window..” You said slowly, “I’ll be right there.” You shoved your phone in your pocket, and opened the window.

The noise alarmed Yoongi, and he looked towards it. “Don’t fall,” He whispered, holding his arms out.

“Will you catch me?” You asked, stepping out.

“I’ll try.” He shrugged, still holding out his arms. “Just jump,” You took a deep breath, and did as Yoongi had told you. You shut your eyes tightly, then felt him holding you against his chest. “Look,” He sighed, setting you down. “I know what I told you, and I want to keep this going; you’re a kind girl, and I’ve felt more from you than anyone I’ve been with. It would be stupid for me to let this go,”

“Then don’t.”

“It’s not that simple, (Y/N).” He looked down, biting his lip lightly. “Hoseok is already upset enough as it is, and I wouldn’t want to add fuel to the fire. Him scolding you because he knows is one thing, imagine what he’d do if he found out it was still going behind his back. I can’t do that to my brother,”

“I know.” You said lowly, holding your arm. “I just thought..” You looked at him, “I thought we could get away with it.”

“So did I,” He breathed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “As much as I hate to say it, I can’t see you anymore. The risks are too high, and I’m sure he hates me.” You nodded sadly, “(Y/N), don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Don’t do that face—please.” He hung his head, “Come here.” He pulled you by your fingers into him. “It’s not easy for me, okay?” He said, wrapping his arms around you. “Did he say he wasn’t taking you around us anymore?”

“Yeah.” You hugged him back.

“Ah,” He groaned, “I don’t know what to do. I want to keep seeing you, but Hoseok won’t talk to me again. If I leave you, I won’t be able to get you off my mind.”

“If you’re leaving me, you won’t call me either?” You looked up at him.

“I’d be tempted to,” He rubbed your back, “Dammit!” He said through clenched teeth, “What do I do?” He didn’t make anymore noise, but hugged you tightly. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).” He held you for a minute, then let go to kiss you sweetly. “I can’t let him be mad at you forever,” He tucked some loose strands of hair behind your ear, “It’s for your own good. Just don’t get into trouble while I’m gone.” He planted a kiss on the top of your head, “Bye.”

You choked back the urge to yell—clenching your fists tightly. He’s gone.. You watched him try not to look back at you, as he disappeared at the side of the house into darkness. You stood there silently, and decided to head back.

//Two Weeks Later//

Over the course of these odd days, you received no sort of contact from Yoongi—minus texts from three nights ago. He had texted you ten times: begging for you to come to the studio, begging for you to meet him somewhere, saying he was sorry, saying he wish he hadn’t have left you. After a while of just staring at the texts he had sent you, you received another. It was a rather lengthy one, but one phrase stood out to you: ‘Tell me it’s over..let me know.’ You had to fight with all your might to try to gather up enough willpower to ignore him. You couldn’t deny that was dominating your thoughts every minute, but you had to act as if nothing had ever happened. Deep down, you were truly sad. It was an opportunity missed—your favorite person in BTS taking a liking to you, but being ripped away by some awful outcome. You couldn’t shake the thought of what would happen if you did things the right way: formally dating, not jumping into sexual acts, and getting to know each other instead of being attracted solely on looks. That’ll never happen, of course; Yoongi’s gone.

“(Y/N)?” Your mother said lightly, tapping your shoulder. “Your aunt and I need some ingredients for tonight’s dinner; do you mind going to the store?”

“Not at all, eomma.” You shook your head, standing up from the chair you were in—which was the one just weeks ago Hoseok had sat in yelling at you.

“I wanna go!” Your siblings ran into the room.

“Do you mind taking them? I’ll give you extra money to buy them sweets,” Your mother reached into her purse.

“It’s alright.” You nodded as your brother yanked on your arm down.

“(Y/N), can we get candy?” (Y/B/N) looked up at you with hopeful eyes.

“If we have enough money,” You grabbed the money from your mother’s hand along with the grocery list.

“(Y/N)-ah!” (Y/S/N) tugged on your shirt, “Can I bring my cat doll?”

“Sure.”

“Run!” (Y/B/N) yelled, pushing her towards the room. “I wanna leave already.”

She began running, her dress flowing behind her. As you wait, your brother started for the door to put his shoes on. “Okay!” She held up the doll, shaking it about.

“Be safe!” Your mother waved, going to the kitchen where your aunt—Hoseok’s mother—was.

On the way walking to the store, you held your siblings tiny hands ensuring their safety. They behaved well enough not to get on your nerves, and promised not to go crazy with the treats. You arrived, and got all the things you needed first—promising to pay attention to the kids and their wants after. “Give me that!” You heard (Y/S/N) shout frantically. “(Y/B/N)!” She whined.

You turned around, placing a can into the basket you were carrying. “What did you do?”

“He threw it to another aisle!” She cried, tears forming in her eyes.

“Why did you do that?” You groaned, walking to him.

“I’m gonna get it,” She pouted, rushing along.

“(Y/S/N)!” You called to no avail.

“I’ll get her!” (Y/B/N) ran after her.

Great, now they’re both gone. You hit your forehead, walking quickly through the carts and people. Searching through the aisles, you see them talking to a man. “Oh, are these your-(Y/N)?”

You looked up from grabbing them, and trying to pull them away from the creep. “Jin?”

“I haven’t seen you in so long—how are you?” He set his basket down, hugging you.

“I-I’m fine. How are the boys?”

“They’re fine..” He scratched the back of his head. “You know, Yoongi hasn’t been the same since that night..”

You sighed heavily, “I think I have to go-”

He held your wrist, “Did I make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry—I don’t know what happened after the arcade; he left, then came back upset later in the night. He was with you, right?”

“Yes.”

“What happened—if you don’t mind me asking.”

“I’d rather not say,” You bit your nail, “I’m surprised he didn’t tell you.”

“He told us the general idea of it—not the details.” He coughed, proving the awkwardness of the run-in. “What are you doing here?”

“Hoseok’s mom, and my mom need a couple things; you?” You readjusted your basket to your other hand.

“Ah, just shopping for some cooking. The guys can eat so much—I have to be prepared.”

“(Y/N), what about our candy?” (Y/B/N) whispered loudly.

“Um,” You pointed to him.

“I understand,” Jin chuckled looking at your brother getting restless, “It was nice running into you.” He smiled, holding his arms out. “See you soon.” He placed a hand on your back. “Oh, and here you go.” He handed your sister her doll.

“Thank you!” She smiled widely.

“Bye.” He waved, walking away.

'See you soon’? What was that supposed to mean? Maybe just an expression.. You took your sibling to go get some candy, snacks, or treats—then paid for everything and went home. Most of the day, you stayed in your room sulking like everyday. Not realizing how much time has passed, you were caught off guard when the door busted open.

“Yah, get up!” Hoseok yelled loudly, taking a stance where his legs were open and he was pointing at you. “Get dressed, too! I can’t take you out like that,”

“Where are we going?” You mumbled, turning your back towards him while you covered your face with a pillow.

“You’ll see when we get there,” He leaned against the wall, “I’m waiting.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes, now move!” He shook you roughly.

“I’m going, I’m going!” You sat up, throwing your legs over the edge of the bed.

“I won’t look,” He looked away. You rolled your eyes, putting on relaxed clothes. He cleared his throat, and out his hand out. “Don’t you wanna put something nicer on?”

“What’s wrong with this?” You picked at your shirt.

“Just trust me on this?”

“Fine.” You changed into something more acceptable. “This is better?”

“Definitely better,” He nodded, dragging you outside the house. “We’ll be back, eomma!”

“Where are we going?” You yanked his hand off of you.

“I told you to wait,” He groaned, still leading you.

You shook your head, trying not to let it bother you. You seen some familiar sights, thinking back to where you had been on your way to on this path. The studio.. “Hoseok,” You stopped walking, “Why are you taking me to the studio? Didn’t you say you didn’t want me to see Yoongi again?”

“Jin told me how you ran into him, and there’s something you really need to see.” He blew off the fact you brought up Yoongi, and the whole ordeal of never seeing the boys again. You walked in front of the studio, Hoseok pushing the doors open as he brought you in. Shoving you into the elevator, he blew some air out. “You know I love you, right?”

“I guess,”

“I just want to see you happy; I love seeing you happy. When we were little and used to play, you always laughed and smiled—you don’t so much now.” He looked down with a sad expression, “I know it’s my fault-”

“Nothing is your fault.”

“No, it is. I wanted to become a rapper, and a dancer without thinking twice about you. I barely have anytime to see my own mother, let alone send a text to my little cousin.”

“You have things to do with concerts, albums, recording, and practice. It doesn’t bother the family that you don’t speak so much to us anymore, because we can see you on TV and the Internet. You may not be with us in person, but we know that it’s all worth it since you smile so much while you’re doing your thing.”

“I am happy,” He responded, “But I want you to be as well.”

“Then why bring me here?” You said in a barely audible whisper. “He texted me the other night, telling me all these things..”

“I know; I saw him texting you. He was in the dance studio typing away on his phone.” There was a minute of silence before your cousin broke it, “You know he has you as 'Jagi’ on his phone, right?”

“No.” You shook your head, feeling your heart flutter a little. He cared enough to put you as jagi..

“Why didn’t you say anything to him? I saw what he send you—he poured his heart out. He meant every word he sent,” The double doors opened, and there was minimal light due to the fact most of the staff had left.

“It would hurt too much,” You walked out, “He left me for a reason, and you wouldn’t let me see any of them until now. Why would I go against you again?”

“Just remember: I want you to be happy.” He said before he opened the door to—assuming—where the boys were.

They all turned around, mouths slightly open. “(Y/N), you’re here.” Tae smiled warmly, getting up from the black chair with wheels. “I missed you,” He hugged you, then led you to sit on the chair. The other’s just smiled and waved at you, looking anxious. Everyone was here, but Yoongi.

“You guys got it ready?” A voice behind you said, opening the door.

Jungkook coughed loudly, “Yeah.”

Jimin’s bounced his leg lightly, his eyes darting from the person at the door to you. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, everything is fine—and here.”

“Okay..let’s make music.” The person—obviously Yoongi—walked without even looking at you. He got into the booth where they recorded their vocals, “Can you start the song please?” He ignored you, looking next to you to Namjoon. The song started—a slower beat. Tae’s voice boomed, singing lowly and calmly. The beat changed as he finished his verse, then Yoongi began his rapping. His voice was more calm than in other songs, and he finally opened his eyes and fixated them on you. “Even when I breathe, I see you..” He said while locking eyes with you intensely. He continued on, and when he finished he continued to look at you. You listened closely to the lyrics—knowing now your purpose for being here in this room was. You were surprised Hoseok agreed to make this song, considering his anger about any of them looking at you funny. Namjoon’s verse was unlike him as well. Everyone’s voice was amazing, and great for this slower piece. You knew—no matter who sang it—Yoongi wrote this for you. The singing got louder and more full of emotion, then he glanced up at you. You got your phone out, and messaged him quickly. The song slowed to an end, and Yoongi checked his phone. You sent him something else quickly, and he smiled extremely wide. “The song isn’t as beautiful as you are, jagi.” He said aloud, taking his headphones off. He rushed out, “So you liked it?” He knelt down.

“Yeah.” You felt slight tears threatening to spill out.

“I made it for you-”

“Obviously.” Jimin snorted.

“Shut up, pabo.” Yoongi turned around, then went back to you. “I couldn’t get you off my mind at all..” He held your knee lightly, “I didn’t mess up my chances, did I?”

“No,” You shook your head, “Not at all.”

“I thought it was a good idea..” He sighed, hanging his head down. “Can we be alone?” He asked the room. They all got up, and left you two to have your own privacy. “I’m not one to show emotion, and I’m not one to show affection.” He started, “I do know you’re someone I want in my life, though. I couldn’t let you go like that—not that easy.” He chuckled, smiling at himself. “I’m sorry. I have something to ask you: Wanna go out sometime? Go catch a movie, have dinner—anything? Does that sound good to you, babe?” He cockily smirked, knowing your answer.

“A movie would be nice,”

“Good. It doesn’t have to be in a theater, does it?”

“I think I’d prefer it to be at the dorm, if that’s what you’re implying.” You looked down at him, placing your hand on his.

“We have a date then,” He looked at you while fighting the expression of happiness tugging on the corners of his lips.

“Did you miss me?”

“Of course I did,” He bit his lip lightly.

“Come here,” You patted your lap. He gave you a puzzled look, “Well?”

“What are you gonna do?”

You huffed, forcing his head on your lap. He raised his hands, putting them on your knees to pull away quickly. “Stay.” You ordered, keeping a firm hand on his shoulders. He stopped fidgeting with I heavy sigh, while you sat him up better so he’d be more comfortable. You moved your hands up, lightly brushing your fingers against his ears. You played with his hair softly, “Should we go out there before they get the wrong idea?” He swallowed hardly, staring at the wall without blinking. “Oppa~” You brushed a few strands of hair out of his eyes.

“Hm?” He looked up at your with big eyes.

“Get up.” You slightly pushed him off you.

“Why’d you do that?” He stood up, speaking more assertively.

“I just wanted to.” You shrugged, standing up as well. You reached up to caress his cheek with your thumb, bringing him down by his neck to peck your lips.

He kissed you before opening the door, this time more deeply and he held you hip. When he turned the door knob, Tae popped a little confetti popper. “Yeah!” He shouted loudly.

“Were you eavesdropping?” Yoongi held your hip protectively.

“No—we just knew you would get together.” Jin smiled, “Did you ask her out?”

“Yes, and she said agreed.”

“Alright!” Jungkook punched the air, “Where are we going hyung?” He looked at Yoongi with a cute face.

“We?”

“Yeah! You’re taking me to make up from when I couldn’t go to dinner and the arcade, right?”

“They’re having a date,” Namjoon said slowly.

“I won’t bother them. I’ll eat quietly, and only talk when talked to.”

“No, Jungkook.” Yoongi answered.

“That’s no fair!”

“We’re having it in the dorm anyway,” You informed him.

“We can have a movie night!” Jungkook cheerfully jumped.

“As much as I’d love to crash their date, I think they need a little time to themselves to get to know each other more.” Hoseok said.

“How about I take all of us to go get ice cream?” Jin offered.

“Yeah!” Tae and Jimin hopped in place.

“Tomorrow night?” Yoongi suggested.

“Sounds good.” You nodded.

“Can we go to the dorm now—but with (Y/N)?” Jungkook asked.

“If she wants,” Hoseok shrugged when everyone looked at him.

“Okay.” You laughed a little.

Everyone ran to the elevator, and you walked with Yoongi down the hall. “Thank you for giving me another change after I screwed up,”

“Why wouldn’t I? I hope we can stand each other,” You sarcastically replied.

“Yah, don’t get smart with me kid.” He ruffled your hair, “This is the second time I’ve seen you without make up.” He stared at your face.

“Stop staring,” You pushed his head away.

“But you’re beautiful either way,” He leaned down to kiss you, but devilishly bit your bottom lip. “We’ll have some fun together, jagi.”