description:It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.
The icy breeze whipped across
your face as you started your approach towards the building. The speed of your heart was increasing with every step,
your legs began to weigh you down like lead, and your breathing became harsh
and ragged. Nerves were infecting your body, intensifying as you finally reached the automatic doors. You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath before
finally stepping forward. The doors opened for you, and the bustling Busan train
station was revealed.
Noises echoed in every direction, you watched as people
quickly rushed towards their trains, and you suddenly figured that you should do
the same. You shook away your wonder as you started to go through bag check, but
your eyes still managed to drift around the building that you remembered all too well.
It was quieter back then, or maybe it wasn’t. You might’ve
just been so numbed by all of the pain you were feeling that you couldn’t sense
anything else. Your eyes glided across the path that had been etched into your
mind for the past year and a half.
“I know it doesn’t
seem like it, but I love you so much. I really fucking do.”
Word Count: 990 Genre: Fluff Pairing: Namjoon x Reader Summary: The first of a mini series I’ve started, creating small scenarios for each member, revolving around their love confessions for you! I hope you enjoy it, send feedback or requests my way here!
“It’s just… You can feel so alone in big cities;
you just get so easily lost.”
“Ah, particularly with your height, yeah?”
shoulder knocked sideways into yours before his raised his beer, initiating a
cheer. You rolled your eyes at him as a smile involuntarily sneaked up on your
lips before you took a hesitant sip.
“Oh, come on, Joonie. Don’t tell me there’s not
something comforting about the familiarity of a small town.”
The two of
you were sitting on top of the roof of their building, drinking as you watched
the Seoul skyline. His cocky smile faded as his face straightened, his eyes
remaining on the buildings beneath you. His long legs were dangling off the
side of the buildings, his arms resting on the fence pole that justified two
drunken young adults sitting on the edge of a tall building.
“I don’t know, Summer.” he shrugged, “There’s something comforting in the anonymity of a big city as well.
Unless you’re in my particular situation, it’s so easy to find time for
as you pondered, taking another sip from your beer. Summer wasn’t even your
name, you know? He had called you that since you met that summer in the park,
when you clumsily stumbled and spilled your lemonade all over your dress. He
rushed to you, forcefully fighting off a stubborn smile as he assured himself
that you were okay. The rest was history, the only thing important thing being that
you smelled like summer to him and that stuck for the time being. You had been
best friends ever since, him helping and guiding you through various obstacles
in life. He had been your rock for a year now, the two of you celebrating your
one-year anniversary on a rooftop with shared drinks.
“But you’re not in that situation” your brows furrowed with
frustration, “there’s no anonymity for
you here. Don’t you miss the golden pre-debut times in your little neighborhood
and everything that was comfortable?”
choked on his beer as you finished your sentence, his eyes widening with shock
and disagreement. He chuckled lightly before licking his lips, his eyes now
binding with yours.
“Oh, Summer, your naive demeanor never fails to
surprise me. You didn’t want to know me before my debut, trust me on this one,
grew larger as your eyes grew even larger with confusion, your innocence
fascinating to him.
“But I don’t know… I don’t really feel alone
that often. Do you feel alone?” his brows furrowed with worry as he looked at you, your eyes now fixated
on your knees.
“Oh, it happens, Joonie. I don’t have a lot of
other people but you. I left my family as a doe-eyed teenager, thinking that
there was only joy and glory to be found in the big cities. However, it seems
that not all that glitters is gold.” your voice grew quiet towards the end, making
you seem very small.
“Do you ever regret it?” his eyes carried a sadness along
with hesitance, a fear in his voice that he didn’t want to hear the answer.
at him, a pause as your eyes met before you broke out a smile.
“Of course not, Joonie! Otherwise I wouldn’t
have met you.”
He smiled timidly,
unsure if you knew what effect you had on him. He had helped you through a lot
of breakups and picked you up from lousy dates, making him too shy to ever try
to flirt with you. He thought it was better if he just remained a good friend
“You know, I have to admit…” he shifted slightly, his face
showing a discomfort, “You’re a key
ingredient to not feeling alone.”
“How so?” you fluttered.
“You’re just always my source of happiness.
Even on the days I don’t see you, I don’t have to do much else but remind
myself of that confused, Bambi-legged girl in the park, spilling her lemonade
all over her dress as she cursed to herself.” he broke eye contact, taking a larger sip of
his beer as he felt his involuntary confession approaching. His palms were
sweaty, fearing that he had already crossed a line with you.
shyly, a blush apparent on your cheeks.
“Have you ever been in love?” you asked courageously, smiling as
you gazed into his Coca-Cola colored eyes. He blushed, his face straightening
“I think I have been for a while now…” he smiled back as he tested the
waters. Love was diffusing in the air, a part of you unsure if it was the alcohol
painting a picture for you.
“With who, may I ask?”
“Some ridiculous girl, it doesn’t matter.” he chuckled cockily, pushing you
“Who is it?” you asked, obliviously.
“A dork I met last summer in a yellow dress.” he replied, his voice growing more
careful with each surpassing word.
“Ah, don’t say it.” he smiled as he anticipated your
rejection, “I’ve helped you through enough
relationships to know that you’ve never had interest in me. I get to watch you
and hear you laugh, that’s fine for me, really.”
at him confusedly, a hurt painted in his eyes. It was then that you reached
your hand out to him, putting the other hand around his neck as you pulled him
in for a kiss. It was careful, your lips only just caressing each other before
he realized what had happened and the kiss deepened.
“Why’d you do that?” he muttered against your lips, your
faces only an inch away from each other.
“Because I’m in love with you, too, idiot.” you smiled against his lips before
you engulfed his lips again.
grew with time, his hands travelling to your waist and then to your hair as his
tongue danced with yours. He tasted like beer. You tasted like summer.
Request:A jinhwan scenario where u have been best friends since u were little and u had feelings for him but 1 day he gets this gf that always hated u and was jealous of u but he doesn’t know the gf is only using him 4 fame u try to tell him but he thinks ur lying and only saying this because ur jealous and because u don’t want him to have a gf so u go home and cry because u’re worried for him u don’t want him to be upset later on he finds out u were telling the truth u can decide what happens lame😁M.I
Band Member: Kim Jinhwan
Summary:Jamie Taintor (you, the reader) has been best friends with Jinhwan since elementary. She’d been enemies with Sarang since middle school. It just so happens that Jinhwan begins dating Sarang, but Jamie knows better. If she can convince Jinhwan the truth, so be it. If she loses her best friend in the process…
“What is the happiest moment of your life?” “I have a pile of soju bottles in my fridge that I drink alone at home. That makes me happiest. However, my friends look at me mournfully when I drink at home alone, whereas I really am actually happy.”
“가장 행복했던 순간이 언제였나요?” “저는 집 냉장고에 소주병을 쌓아놓고 혼자 집에서 마셔요. 그게 제일 행복한데, 친구들은 집에서 제가 혼자 소주 마시는 걸 처량하게 보더라구요. 전 진짜 행복한데…”
“I’m managing a beer pub, and slowly alcohol has started to feel really scary. I feel guilty when I see how much alcohol changes people. I feel like I’m doing something bad to that person. The people are all good; it’s the alcohol that’s quite scary. It’s ironic of me to say this, but I hope people only drink enough alcohol that still allows them to get home safely.”
“저는 맥주집을 운영하고 있는데 점점 술이 정말 무섭다는 걸 느껴요. 술 때문에 변하는 사람들 보면 회의감도 들어요. 내가 저 사람한테 나쁜 짓을 한 것 같거든요. 사람들은 정말 다 좋은데 술이 참 무서운 것 같아요. 제가 이런 말 하기엔 아이러니하지만 사람들이 집에는 잘 들어갈 수 있을 정도로만 마셨으면 좋겠어요.”