ohoho angst

Rockabye (pt.3)

genre: fluff and just a little angst / stripper!au

pairing: you x jimin

word count: 2.6k

Originally posted by chimchams

You were stupid. Why would you agree to go out with one of the customers? This club was a strictly “business only” one and if you get caught, you lose it all. Jae-Eun meant everything to you and if you lost him over one mistake, all of your hard work would go to waste. The endless nights of stripping and dancing for men but making enough money to support you and your child would all be thrown down the drain. You’ve worked so hard to be where you are now and this one guy that made your heart flutter, would not ruin it for you. Or at least, that’s what you thought.

You were supposed to call Jimin when you felt like meeting up but that private dance happened weeks ago and since then, you were really putting this whole thing to the side. It wasn’t because you didn’t like Jimin, in fact, that was the opposite reason. Jimin made you feel ways that were unexplainable. He made you feel good about yourself, almost as if his confidence was contagious. It rubbed off on you, but hey, you weren’t complaining. Most of the time, especially during private dances, guys made you feel like a toy. They always called you names and spit profanities in your face, continuously.

Jimin, though, never once looked at you like you were something he could use to just have fun with. He didn’t dare to call you anything besides beautiful. Guys don’t understand how much that means to a girl. Being called beautiful opposed to sexy or hot is so much more flattering and respectful. Jimin seemed to know how to treat a woman and the thought of that put you in awe. 

As much as Jimin was all of these things, you had to be careful. One mistake or you get caught with a customer, it is over and that scared you, a lot. 

Today was the warmest day out of the weekend, so you decided to spend one-on-one time with Jae-Eun. You loved taking him on strolls in his stroller around the park and he did too. He giggled and giggled whenever you made funny faces or noises. Peek-a-boo was his all time favorite game, he really seemed to get a kick out of you hiding your face behind your hands and then suddenly appearing out of nowhere. His laugh was the sweetest thing on earth and it kept you motivated, to keep pushing through all of these hard times.

He was already 3 months old. Time has flown by so quickly. You remember holding him that night after you delivered him, looking down at his soft, newborn, face. He had his dads, well, everything. His eyes; one mono eyelid and one double, small but oh-so, kissable lips. He somehow only got your nose while he got the rest of Jungkook’s features. You knew he would be a lady killer when he got older, just like his dad. 

He was a spitting image of Jungkook and it hurt your heart. Whenever you looked at Jae-Eun, it brought back painful, yet so beautiful memories that you will forever cherish. Of course, he didn’t look exactly like Jungkook, since he was still a newborn but you were afraid for when he got older. He would eventually grow into his same body type, broad shoulders, muscular thighs, and tall. It would hurt to even look at your own kid, just because Jungkook did so much damage to your heart. He left you when you needed him the most. He never came back and that only hurt you more. It made you feel not special, not wanted, and alone. 

Jae-Eun couldn’t talk yet but sometimes you used him to talk to, even if he couldn’t understand. He could barely say anything, so he just stuck to his famous giggles, whines, and cries. As crazy as it sounds, sometimes you feel like you are talking to someone and they are actually listening to you when you talk to Jae-Eun. He looks at you, with his deep brown eyes of Jungkook, eyebrows raised high from their original spot, and his face softens as if he truly understands what you are saying. You were excited for him to grow up because Jungkook was always such a good advice giver and knew how to listen to you. You felt that when Jae-Eun gets older, he will pick up those same characteristics and you’d have each other to talk to and get advice from, just like it was with his dad. 

“Okay, my baby Jae, we are here.” You say as your bring the car to a stop and turn off the ignition. You look behind you and there Jae-Eun was, in his blue pants and white shirt, with a big smile on his face. Your heart softened at the sight, he was really going to be a lady killer, you thought to yourself.  

It was a decently nice day but still fairly cold, with clouds covering the sky. It was something about the sky that brought you so much serenity. Every time you look up, you see your dad smiling from heaven, giving you a thumbs up. It brings tears to your eyes to know that such an amazing man was gone, so young and so unexpectedly. He was all you really had as growing up. Not that your mom was bad, she just tended to work a lot, favor your brother, and forget about you. 

Your father was such a humble, hard-working man, and when he died, you felt like the world crashed onto you. You’ll never forget the lifeless, pale, sunken, face of your dead dad, laying in the casket. You lost someone so important to you and your life would never be the same. That was the worst night of your life, even more than Jungkook leaving. 

You had a dad while growing up and a not so supportive mom, the opposite of what Jae-Eun had now. You were dreading the day you would have to tell him, that his dad walked out on the announcement of your pregnancy. A boy needs a male role model in his life, especially when growing up to learn from and grow with but you couldn’t provide that for him. The thought of that shred your heart into pieces but you can’t do anything about it, which only made it that much harder.

When you get out of the car, you carefully unbuckle his seat belt and get the stroller out of the trunk. You set it up and pick up Jae-Eun extremely carefully before placing him down into the stroller and buckling the two straps that held him in place. You were so gentle with him, not because you were scared you would drop him or anything, more so of it just being that, you didn’t want to risk something like that happening if you were too rough or too careless. 

You kneeled down to Jae-Eun's level so he could see you and look at him. You tilted your head to the side and reach out to cup his small, warm, and soft cheek. He really did look like Jungkook so much already and as much as you tried to not see it in him and push it away, you couldn’t.

You still loved Jungkook. He gave you so much to love. Never in a million years did you expect for him to walk out on you so easily or quickly. He didn’t even talk to you about the whole situation, which is his fault because you guys could’ve made it work out, he just didn’t want to.

That night was bad but nowhere near as bad as your fathers funeral. Cancer was indeed, a killer. You remember waking up to Jungkook nowhere in sight, his clothes magically gone and out from the closet, and all of his personal belongings taken by him, except a picture of you two, framed and hung up on the wall. He left nothing, besides a note that broke your heart into fractured pieces, as tears flooded and left your eyes.

      I’m sorry it had to be this way. I can’t be with you anymore. I can’t take care of a baby. I don’t have the recources or stability to help you take care of another human, let alone a newborn . It is too much and I can’t have that kind of stress put on me. I love you, y/n, so much, but we can’t be ‘us’ anymore, there can’t be an ‘us’. I’m sorry.

Stress? Stability? Recourses? Us? Love? What kind of note was that? You’ve never seen Jungkook so selfish in your lifetime. He LEFT you with all of the stresses of being a parent. He LEFT you with a baby when you were obviously not strong enough to do this on your own. He LOVED you, but couldn’t find the pity in his heart to stick with you throughout the hard times, through all of the upcoming years. He SAID that there couldn’t be an us anymore when that was what you’ve always been. He was SORRY but couldn’t stay and talk to you about the problem? He ran out on you. He ran away from responsibilities. He ran out on Jae-Eun, who needs and will need a father, at some point in his life.

Each word on that letter felt like another stab to the heart. You’ve never seen someone be so selfish, let alone the father of your baby. Jungkook was always so nice, so compassionate, so caring, warm, and so admirable but your opinion on him soon changed after he walked out on you. He was an asshole, immature, selfish, and an awful person, for doing what he did to you. But no matter what he did, you still loved him, and that’s what you hated most about the whole thing.

Normally a girl would eventually get over the guy that left and move on but you haven’t. You just needed to find someone to heal the wounds Jungkook left on your heart, someone who would make you forget all the bad that has happened to you, someone who would treat you the way you were supposed to be treated, someone who-

“Earth to y/n???“A familiar voice says while the person waves their hands in front of your face rapidly, trying to get you out of your trance. Your eyes widened as soon as you realized who it was that was standing right in front of you. 


“Sorry, I- how- why- wait, did you follow me?” You suddenly ask. Jimin pulled his lips into a smile, as his eyes formed into crescent moons.

“No, silly, I saw you kneeling down as I was leaving the parking lot,” He paused and then continued after he wiped off his forehead. “I just got done with a business meeting and decided to take a walk, which I am now happy I decided to take one instead of not because I get to see you.“ 

Yep. He never failed to make your heart jump out of your chest. He was just so good with words. 

He had on a blue shirt with a blue blazer and the sight of that, made you shiver. He was not only good with words but he looked good while saying them too.  

You slowly stand up and see that he was glowing. His skin was glowing, his eyes were glowing, his teeth you could now see since he was smiling, were glowing. Jimin was just so beautiful, he literally stuck out in a good way. His eyes glistened with the sunshine and his scent once again had you in a trance. There was something about the way Jimin smelled, it brought some sort of positivity and hospitality into your thoughts. He made you forget what you were thinking just minutes before and that was exactly what you needed.

“Uhm, y/n? Gawking much?” He chuckled and as soon as you realized your mouth was hanging wide open and you were staring at him, a sudden wave of embarrassment flooded you. 

“Ah, sorry, it’s just that-” Really, stuttering, cmon?  "You know what, nevermind.“ You shook your head and gave yourself a mental slap to the face. 

Jimin walked closer to you and stopped as he reached Jae-Eun’s stroller. He turned back to you and his lips formed a smile - no, don’t- there it is, you thought to yourself. His smile killed you. It was so perfect, the way his teeth aligned with his lips and the way his eyes smiled too, almost more than his actual one.

“Who do we have here?” Jimin says as he bends over and tickles Jae-Eun’s stomach, as Jimin received giggles from him in return. Jimin couldn’t stop smiling and that made your heart beat even faster.

He looked so good with kids. He was making Jae-Eun laugh and smile and he just got here. How could a guy be so perfect?

“That’s Jae-Eun.” You reply and look at Jimin while he was now playing peek-a-boo with him.

“Peek-a-boo!” He said in a high-pitched voice and repeated the movements needed to actually play and entertain the kid.

You heart sung, as you saw how good Jimin was with kids.  Mostly guys were good, anyways, but he was just, better. Jimin was always better, now that you think of it.

He eventually stopped and reached his hands back down into the stroller, unbuckling Jae-Eun. “May I hold him?” He asked. 

You nodded and that gave him the green light. He slowly picked up Jae-Eun underneath his armpits and placed a hand under his butt before resting him on his shoulder. Normally Jae-Eun cried when you picked him up but for some reason, he wasn’t with Jimin.  He seemed to really be comfortable with him because soon enough, there he was resting the side of his cheek on Jimin’s shoulder, with his hands wrapped around Jimin’s neck, as he slowly swayed side to side, sending Jae-Eun off to sleep. 

“Wow, he really likes you, a lot, Jimin.” You tilt your head to the side and can’t help but smile. Jimin was being so sweet to him and that made you very happy on the inside to know that he was like this. He wasn’t some guy who hated kids or got annoyed quickly.

“I mean, I AM Park Jimin, nobody can resist me.” You flick the side of his head and his mouth drops open, mouthing the word, “ouch." 

"What……. You deserved it.” You reply sarcastically and flick him again in the same spot but before you move your hand away, he reaches out and grasps onto your wrist tightly.

“You know what else I deserve?” You look at him and tilt your head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “A date with you." 

"I already agreed to one." 

"Then, how about I take you out tomorrow night?” He asks while letting go of your wrist. 

“Jimin, I would love to but I would need a babysitter and I can’t afford that right no-” He cuts you off and immediately starts talking. 

“I can pay for the babysitter.” Was he rich or something? He always gave you more money than you needed and now was offering to pay for a babysitter just to take you out? Damn.

“No, Jimin it’s okay, really, you don’t have to, " 

"I know I don’t have to but I want to” And there it was, the smile has returned.




Here is my personal reel for my storyboarding class final!sorry for the awkward silence haha

anonymous asked:

Angst one shot with kookie? Thanksss

ohoho did i do angst right someone tell me 

You x Jungkook

I’m Not the Only One

Word count: 1091

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jungkook stumbled backwards as you spoke, the heat biting into your words was too much for him to handle. Your voice was quiet, but harsh.

“What are you talking about?” He slurred, his shoes practically slipping off of his feet as he sloppily stepped this way and that, hardly able to hold himself up. His jacket landed beside you on the floor and he finally tripped over your shoes, toppling to the ground in a messy heap. It might’ve been funny under any other circumstances, but you were too angry to laugh.

You sighed heavily, starting towards him to offer a reluctant hand. “Those are your fucking fans, Jungkook! You can’t talk to them like that. You can’t talk to anyone like that! But especially people that adore you. Without them, there would be no BTS.” With some struggle, you finally got him over to the couch where he plopped down.

“Without me there would be no BTS.” He repeatedly refused the glass of water you continuously shoved in his face, acting as if that were going to make him throw up.

“You’re being ridiculous. Whoever decided to take you out to drink tonight will have to answer for this.” You ran to the kitchen and returned with a straw, impatiently sticking it into the water and teasing Jungkook’s bottom lip with it. He rolled away from you, singing someone’s name.


“He’s not here right now. He’s dealing with the mess you made downstairs.” Giving up, you put the cup down on the glass coffee table and started to help him out of his stained sweatshirt.

“I puked again?” He burped as you threw the disgusting garment to the ground, and then giggled to himself.

“No!” You said seriously, commanding his attention. “You yelled at a fan and told her that she’d never have a chance with you!” Mouth gaping, he stared at you as though you were crazy.

“I thought that’s what you wanted!”

“Why would I ever want you to disrespect your fans? I love them for loving you.”

“I just want them to know that you’re mine!”

“You can love them, too!” Your voice was rising now, just shy of a shout. Jungkook raised his tone to match yours and you could see the intoxication fading as the anger took over.

“Is that what you tell yourself?” His voice was a heavy roar, a canon cast from his mouth as he got to his feet, looming over you. You stepped back hesitantly, the back of your knees hitting the coffee table.

“What?” Your voice was a whisper. The air welcomed the new found silence, growing thick and suffocating.

Jungkook looked down, pressing his middle and index finger to the spaces on either side of the bridge of his nose, trying to coax the tears back into his eyes. He took a deep breath, his entire body shivering. You watched his shoulders heave and tremble as he choked back a sob. 

“When you’re out with him, do you tell yourself that it’s okay for you to love him, too?” It sounded like it physically hurt him to say anything, his voice shaking and breaking.

“Jungkook, who are you talking about?” Genuinely confused and hardly able to understand his words, you leaned towards him, trying to look at his face.

“The other guy.” Jungkook finally made eye contact with you, his eyes glistening with pain. You didn’t realize that you had been holding your breath until you finally inhaled deeply, trying to find a hint of humor in his stare. 

“‘The other guy’? What has gotten into you? I go to class, I come home, I wait. I study, I wait. I make dinner, I eat it alone, I wait. Ninety-percent of my life is waiting for you to come home, Jungkook. When would I have time to be with anyone else?” You never stopped looking at him, feeding him the truth through your eyes. He had to believe you. You loved him with all of your heart. It was dangerous and you knew it, but it was the truth.

“You’ve been so distant lately, I thought-” Suddenly flustered, he ran his fingers through his messy black hair, looking down at his feet. 

“You thought what? That I’m cheating on you? If I wanted to be with someone else I wouldn’t drag this out, Jungkook. It hurts me, you know? Why would I put myself through pain that I don’t have to endure.” You were sure that he knew you were right. But it didn’t stop you from thinking about what you had just said. You do put yourself in constant pain. You knew that it was a toxic relationship that was doomed to go nuclear and leave everything in pieces. You knew it all. But you weren’t strong enough to walk away.

“I’m sorry, I just… I’m sorry.” And that’s all he had to say to make those second thoughts go away.

“Don’t say sorry to me, Jungkook. There are going to be some serious consequences for the words you said tonight. I just don’t know if you’ll be able to take it back this time.” Although you were always pretty shitty at looking out for yourself, you couldn’t stand to see him hurting. And after the stunt he pulled that night, you knew that things were going to be rough for a while.

“I need you. By my side.” It was as though his mind was suddenly, completely vacant of alcohol. He was as sober as you were, maybe even more so. He did have the power to disrupt your ability to think clearly.

“Okay.” You said blankly. 

‘Okay’ is the equivalent to when someone asks you how you’re doing, and you say ‘Fine’. It isn’t an honest response. But it’s enough. It allows the other person to look the other way and pretend that things are better than they really are. Jungkook accepted this okay as exactly that, a fog of false security, blanketing itself over the space of your living room. He stepped forward and wrapped his long arms around you, his chest claiming you as it’s own. Your arms raised themselves and found each other behind his back and you leaned against him as though he were the only thing in the world that could keep you standing.

And in that moment, absorbing his warmth, there was nothing in the world that could hurt you. Except for maybe, the person that was holding you.

~ admin ariel