thanks jin this is your fault

First Time | BTS Reaction

Anonymous:  Can you do a bts reaction where they accidentally hurt their s/o during sex and then they feel guilty and scared to touch them again, then their s/o ask them if they’re at mad at them for something and then they explain why they were being distant? Sorry if it’s confusing 😭

Summary: You decided to allow your boyfriend to be your first, after months of waiting, you finally felt ready. However, you didn’t anticipate how much it would actually hurt. You don’t mean to show how much it hurts by your voice or expression, but your boyfriend catches on and feels extremely bad about hurting you. You try telling him it’s not his fault and try to make him realize you don’t love him any less.

A/N: Sorry! I changed it a little bit so it would fit. I don’t like my reactions being too long. Thank you for sending in a request! 


Jin: He lay over the top of you, easing himself in, however he stopped dead in his tracks the moment he saw your face scrunch up in pain “Jagi?” he spoke the little pet name before you opened your eyes

“I-..It’s fine…Carry on.” You said, before chewing on your bottom lip, bracing for the pain once again, however it didn’t come because Jin stopped. He shook his head and basically threw himself off you

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Bts || Reaction || Apocalypse

sure, that would be some real depressing shit but hope you enjoy and thanks for requesting!! :)


It would honestly shatter him completely as you showed him the bite. He didn’t want to believe it when Namjoon had gotten done inspecting you for injuries after that last attack, saying how you got bitten on the shoulder - it wasn’t possible. Jin could’ve sworn you were in his sights the whole least he thought you were, up until now. He felt that he was the one to blame for this misfortune, that he was the reason you would now die.

“Jin,” You whisper, watching as silent tears streamed down his face. “This is not your fault.”

“You’re going to die, because I wasn’t watching you, jagi. How dare you say this isn’t my fault?!”

He didn’t mean to raise his voice at you, quickly regretting it when you flinched back from caressing his damp cheek. Sighing with so much dread, Jin slumps over in physical pain as the weight of you dying was dragging him down; he just couldn’t bare the thought of losing you, especially to those monsters. You didn’t wait another second to pull him into your embrace, holding onto him as tightly as you could while he clung to you for dear life.  

“I’m sorry, Y/n…I’m so so sorry…”


“Yoongi, we can’t keep this a secret, it’s not fair to the others-”

“Do I look like I give a shit what the others have to say about this? You’re my responsibility, my woman, my number one priority - and I’ll be damned if I lose you like this, Y/n.”

He would be an emotional wreck when it happened, the two of you were scouting the area only for it to be an ambush of those demons - cornering you to the point one of them was able to snag your arm real good. Yoongi, having rushed over to you in the nick of time, was able to blast through a good portion of them, so the two of you could get away. Once he saw that you had indeed been bitten, every option of keeping you alive was running through his head.

Telling the others was not one of those options.

“Baby, look at me,” You pleaded, growing more anxious the more he paced back and forth. Gripping onto his arm, you finally get his attention to look into your tear filled eyes. His eyes soften instantly at the look of fear in yours, as he fought not to show that he, too, was scared. “It’s over for me.”

No. Don’t say that, it is not over for you, Y/n. Don’t fucking talking like that, I-I can fix this, I can! Just please, give me some time, please…” He closed his eyes tightly to hold in the tears, but it was no use. They fell freely down his flustered cheeks, as the pain started to seep over the fear.

“We have to tell the others, Yoongi. You know that we do.”

“They’ll kill you, baby, I can’t let that happen. I just can’t…”

Wiping the few tears off his face with your thumbs, you cupped it gently, asking him to open his eyes. Once he did, it only hurt him more to look into yours and see that your mind was already made up, no matter what he had to say. 

He knew that this was goodbye, whether he liked it or not.


Namjoon couldn’t live with himself knowing that there was nothing he could do to help you, or to stop it. It all went down when he was nowhere near the camp, coming back to find it deserted and trashed - all that being left was the trailing the walkers left behind and…your corps.

You laid there in a pool of your own blood, a large bite had been taken out of your face while the rest of your body looked stepped on. Namjoon fell to his knees at your body and cried, not having the strength to do anything else, but hold what was left of your body and just scream to the heavens. He cursed up at the sky, pleading to whoever listened as to why they took you away from him, or why no one had helped you - why wasn’t he there when you needed him? He stayed there until another herd of them came around, due to the noises he made, all slowly closing in on him until they were at a dangerous distance.

But, he didn’t care. 

He felt nothing but sorrow as he continued to hold your mutilated body, not even flinching when your undead form was starting to awaken in his arms, about ready to tear his throat out. If it wasn’t for Hoseok coming back to the camp in case there were any survivors, Namjoon would’ve died that day.

From that day on, he wishes that he did.


Hobi laid next to you as the two of you savored your last few minutes of being together in this unforgiving world that you lived in. He felt like he turned his back for only a minute, and then boom. That walker came out of nowhere as it latched onto your leg, taking a good bite out of your calf muscle. It took a good three bullets to kill it, only because Hoseok couldn’t shoot straight due to him being in shock.

He mentally kicked himself for not being quicker, hating his own guts for being so stupid. Constantly his friends warned him about having his head in the clouds, and now he had to pay the price for it - by losing the one he loved the most.

“I’m so sorry, jagi…if I hadn’t been so immature, this wouldn’t have happened.” He’d sniffle, you wiping the stray tear that slipped past his eye. “Why did you have to pick me, huh? You idiot, you could’ve had Namjoon, or even Jungkook, they would’ve been able to protect you! Why did you have to pick me?!”

You shushed him as he started to work himself up, and also before he drew any unwanted attention to any nearby walkers. Stroking his cheek gently with the back of your hand, you couldn’t help but smile. Even in a situation such as this, he still managed to entertain you.

“Hoseok, you’re the idiot if you think I wanted anyone else but you. This isn’t your fault, it was bound to happen eventually. It just did a lot sooner than we had hoped…”

“We were going to start a family,” More tears started to cascade down his face, your own beginning to form, but you blinked them away. “Everything was starting to be okay again, you can’t leave me…”

“I’m not leaving you, Hobi. I just won’t be around…but I’ll still be with you. And we can still start that family, just…just in a different life. A better life. But, you have to promise me you’ll move on. Promise me you’ll better yourself, to survive.”

He could just hear the exhaustion in your voice, as time was starting to run out. If he didn’t want you to turn into one of those things, he needed to put a bullet in your head. Right now.

Weeping to the point he could no longer see straight, Hoseok slowly started to pull away from your gentle touch, pistol in hand. It practically vibrated the closer it got to your head, his nerves starting to get the best of him. He didn’t want to do this, but there was no one else around to do the job. And if he wanted you to be put to rest, this was the only option. Clicking the safety off, Hoseok stared deeply into your eyes one last time, watching as they slowly started to drain from their warm color.

“I love you, Jung Hoseok. Remember me.”

Those words, followed by the gunshot, would haunt his dreams forever.


Jimin refused to look at anyone as they drove off, leaving you in the road behind them. You had been bit, all having took a vote on you leaving or staying; the majority wanted you gone. The tension in the RV was suffocating, no one being able to say a word, all being too afraid to. It wasn’t until Yoongi finally sighed, heavily.


“Don’t fucking speak to me.” He was quick to cut him short, the sound of his name being enough to set him off. “I will never forgive any of you for this. Till the day I die, you all remain dead to me.”

“There was nothing we could do, man! She was infected, we all made an agreement that whoever was unfortunate enough to get bitten would be forced out of the group, loved ones having no exceptions!”

“She was our friend, Min Yoongi! Our best friend, my world, and you all made me leave her alone on the side of the road, like she meant nothing to any of you!”

“How long until she’s no longer the woman we’ve come to love, huh? Because, in less than 24 hours, she’s one of them. There was nothing we could do Jimin, and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, but it’s done. It’s over.”

Silence filled the RV once again, everyone staring in between the two as neither of them dropped their intense gazes. After a full two minutes, Jimin stands from his seat, jaw clenched as he now stares down at Yoongi. Taehyung and Namjoon both watch with caution in case he were to try anything violent, Yoongi only challenging the younger member with his eyes.

“The only thing that’s over is our friendship.”


Your funeral was the closer for Taehyung’s happiness, that last ounce of hope he had for this world - gone.

When he went to check on you after telling him that you weren’t feeling well, he was greeted by being tackled into the ground by a force that was no longer his loving girlfriend. He held your snapping jaws away from his skin in terror, as he stared into your cold, dead eyes. What happened to you, he asked himself, for you were fine just mere hours ago.

After Jin had successfully shot you in the head, your blood splattered all over his face and clothes, leaving him to just lay on the ground in shock. Pushing your corpse off his body, Jin quickly searched him for any bite marks, discovering nothing but a hollow shell that used to be Kim Taehyung. Now, he felt nothing. You were just alive in his arms hours ago, and now you were nothing but a dead body - one of those things.

He didn’t cry when he watched the elder ones bury you, didn’t speak; he just stood in silence as the rain poured over the seven of them, pulling his hood up as he walked away from your new grave with a blank expression upon his face. Jungkook would’ve run after him, if not have been stopped by Hoseok.

“Give him some space,” Was all he said to the maknae. 

But, space was the last thing that Taehyung needed. As soon as he was alone, down came the tears as he practically rocked himself in the corner of your used to be shared room, hugging the pillow that you had been sleeping on not too long ago. Why didn’t you tell him? How could you not tell him that you were bit, he could have helped you. Why would you leave him like this? 

It wasn’t until he felt something crumpling inside the pillow case, catching his attention as he pulled away from it to inspect it. Reaching inside, he pulls out a piece of paper with your handwriting on it, squinting at it in confusion. 

Dear Taehyung, 

When you read this, it means that I have turned. I wanted to tell you, really I did, but I couldn’t bear kissing you one last time with the thought of me turning into one of those monsters being in your head. I wanted you to kiss me with happiness, instead of pity, with love instead of sadness. You may hate me for keeping this to myself, but I didn’t want you to worry. Please, don’t shut yourself away from those who care about you because of me, move on from this. I made a stupid mistake, and I don’t want you continuing on thinking that this was your fault. I want you to live on knowing that I love you, and things will get better. It my hurt now, but I promise, we will meet again. I love you, Kim Taehyung. Please, don’t forget that, and don’t forget me. Goodbye, my love.

Sincerely, L/n Y/n. 

Water droplets coated the paper as Tae continued to cry his little heart out, hugging the paper to his chest; letting out a soft chuckle as you even sprayed what you had left of your perfume onto the paper. Sure, it did hurt that you left without saying a proper goodbye, but that note was enough to put him at ease. You were right, he needed to move on from this, and be strong just for you. It was going to be hard, but it’s not like he would do it alone; the soft knocks coming from his door assured that. 

“Tae? Are you alright?” Jimin spoke softly, fearing that if he were any louder, Taehyung would not answer. Sniffling a few times, he weakly stands from his curled up position to head for the door, your note clutched in his hand tightly. When he opened the door, he was greeted by concerned looks from his family, all of them worried as Tae has the biggest grin on his face. 

“She’s in a better place, now. I’ve never been happier.” 


“It sucks around here, without you, you know. Everyone being on my case 24/7, you not being here to have my back like you always did. You always had my back, no matter what…and I hate you for it. I hate how heroic you had to be, to save my sorry ass, but at what cost, Y/n? What good have you done? 

Oh, what, just because I get to live even longer in this hell, I should automatically feel grateful? 

Fuck that. 

Because without you, I no longer have a will to live, you hear me? Without you, there is no point anymore. Nothing is the same, and it’s all your fault. All because you had to jump in front of that stupid walker - I could have handled him myself, you idiot! I could’ve easily taken him down, but no! You had to do the stupidest thing, and push me out of the way! You had to be the hero for once, didn’t you! You had to prove that I didn’t always have to be the knight in shining armor, that you could handle yourself, right?! Well, look at you now, you’re dead! You’re fucking dead, and I hate you! I fucking..!” 

Jungkook falls to his knees as the tears kept flowing, weeping over your grave in pure agony as the flowers he had brought you slipped from his finger tips, and landed in front of your tombstone. He didn’t hate you, he never could - if anything, he hated himself, for letting this happen to you. You didn’t deserve this…to die this way. With someone with a heart as big as yours, you should have outlived them all. It just wasn’t fair. 

“I love you…I love you so much, Y/n. Please, don’t leave me…” 

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jin scenario | under the coven’s protection

Originally posted by arkysal

prompt: I’m a vampire, and you’re a human who’s prone to getting hurt. Please take better care of yourself, or I might not be able to control myself!

pairing: vampire jin x reader

warnings: depictions of minor injury

requested by @felifli and anon | 1.3k words | fluff

When you had kissed Jin goodbye, he had made you promise you would take care of yourself. He had fixed you with that stern gaze that he reserved for only the most serious occasions, and pleaded, “Don’t go hurting yourself while I’m gone.”

“I’ll try my very best.”

He had pressed his icy lips to your temple, and his touch spoke more than a hundred words ever could. “Stay safe.”

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Originally posted by agustxj

Chapter Two

Jin had the room temperature changed back to normal so that you could enter.

Yoongi’s wrists were chained up in the air, from the ceiling and he was dangling upright, with his feet just barely touching the ground. He was shirtless and his shoes were tossed to the side.

His hair and body were dripping wet with perspiration.

His breaths were ragged and he looked up at you with sunken eyes.

“Namjoon said she’s yours now. Just for a day though.” Jin said.

Yoongi laughed.

“Don’t piss him off too.” Jin whispered into your ear before taking his leave.

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Jinsik (M)

“Do you know what kind of cuisine we make here at Eat Jin?” Jin slowly paces back in forth in front of you, his arms crossed, and a serious expression on his face.“Our cuisine is heavily influenced by French and Italian, but we use many flavors that are prevalent in Hansik.”

Your eyes sweep the expanse of his kitchen. “It’s like your own twist on Hansik. Jin’s Hansik, or Jinsik, if you will.”

“Jinsik? I like it. You know I’m a sucker for puns.” He lets out a hearty chuckle.

Originally posted by bangtanjaemi

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader, but all members are featured

Genre: Chef!AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Summary: It has been three years since you were last in Seoul, and it has been just as long since you saw Seokjin. In that time, since graduating culinary school, you toured Europe, learning as much about the culture and cuisine as you could. Jin went on to open the most successful restaurant in Korea. When you return home, you just know that this restaurant is where you’re supposed to be. 

Word count: 12.7k

Content/warnings: Lots of swearing. Smut! 6/7 of Bangtan are complete assholes, especially Namjoon and Taehyung. 

A/N: This turned out to be a lot angrier than I intended I think I used it to let out a lot of pent up anger I had lol maybe I have issues. @jeonjiah and @showyourdesire asked to be notified when this fic comes out ☺️

You stand in front the the building’s brick facade, resume in hand, steeling yourself for what you’re about to do. It’s cold out. Though it’s late February and the promises of spring are just a few weeks away, it still feels like the dead of winter. You can see your breath as you try to steady it. The snow had stopped falling last week, but the cold that it brought in still lingers. It’s dark out. Except for the dim yellow glow of the street lamp above you, and the light streaming from inside of the window that you’re staring into. It has been a while since you’ve experienced this kind of frigidity, and even longer since you were last in Seoul.

You spent the last three years travelling all around Europe, learning the cuisine of the cultures there, adding to your culinary arsenal.  However, eventually homesickness got the better of you, and you found yourself back home in Seoul, where your love of food all began.

You stand there shivering beneath the wooden sign that perches above the door. Eat Jin, it reads. The finest restaurant in the country, owned by the best chef on this side of the Pacific. The crowd is pretty light for a Friday night, and you’re thankful. You gotta do this Y/N, you say to yourself. Now go in there before you change your mind. You swing the door open and step inside, suddenly enveloped by warmth.

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anonymous asked:

Hey doll! Congrats on reaching your first milestone! You're my favorite writer on this site and I would really love it if you would do 28 and Jin for the drabble game! You can choose the AU! Thanks for doing this for us beautiful, you're the best! ❣️

thank you so much, you’re so so kind and i really hope you like it! i made it bestfriends!au, hope that’s okay! 

28. “You have a boyfriend…” 


Originally posted by leojuseyo

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Originally posted by mvssmedia

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Themes: high school au, badboy & fuckboy jungkook

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,400

Summary: After being labelled the school’s biggest bad boy, Jeon Jungkook chooses to live up to the title. What he doesn’t know is that his arrogance will lead him to you.


Jeon Jungkook wishes that if this were a dream, he wouldn’t have to wake up.

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Save Me. (Yoongi x Reader) PART 3.

“It swallowed me, this lunatic. Please save me tonight. Within this childish madness, you will save me tonight.” - [“Save Me” - BTS]

Summary: It was an unprecedented love that bloomed within the halls of your high school, until secret words were overheard, and shattered the budding romance. It changed your life forever, leading you down a path you had never thought you would be on– training to become a secret agent. You chose it to escape Yoongi and the results of how things ended between you two, but as fate would have it, that very same choice ended up leading you right back to him. Will you be able to save your clients and solve mysteries together despite your history? Will you be able to save each other? Will you able to save yourself…from yourself?    

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jin & all the other BTS members)

Secret Agent AU

Mystery, Action, Angst, & Fluff (contains some violence, mentions of murder, death, harassment, and bullying)

PARTS: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (Finale) | Bonus: The Letter

A/N: So I had to cut this into thirds cause I ended up writing more than I thought I would when I outlined each part (yay for making this series longer!). I got super infired, and there’s a lot going on in this story bahaha >< nonetheless, it’s still a long update even though I cut it haha I hope you all enjoy! ~ 

Originally posted by thisisjustforfunval

           You bowed shyly. Your heart was beating rapidly at the situation.

           Without a doubt, in front of you was your friend Jin…no– your old best friend, Jin. It had taken his absence in your life to realize he was your closest friend in high school, and before Yoongi came along, the one who knew you best. But he had abandoned you when you needed him most, and yet you never reached out to him for help either. It wasn’t about pointing fingers since you were both to blame; you complied to let distance break your friendship apart due to neglect, and allowed Yoongi to become the center of your life back then.

           You glanced up at Jin.

           You had always known he was good-looking behind his glasses, but you were still awestruck that he had really matured handsomely. You blushed as your eyes connected.

           Focus, Y/N. This isn’t a reunion. You’re a student.

           You reprimanded yourself.

           "It’s nice to meet you Y/N, Yoonji.“ Jin smiled warmly. "I hope we’ll get along well the rest of this year.”

           You smiled, slightly relieved and slightly saddened that he didn’t recognize you. But you shook those thoughts away. Jin recognizing you or Yoongi at all could potentially blow the entire operation.

           You stilled. Or worse…your mission and Jin could be connected in the long run.

           You stared at the man in front of you, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw now, yet he had retained his kind face and bright eyes, which you had always found endearing.

           "Oh, you got a little fuzz in your hair, Y/N.“ Jin reached out towards your hair to pull something off of it, causing your face to warm. You held your breath as you felt his tenderly light touch. He truly was still as gentle as you remembered.

           "Mr. Kim! You’re back!” One of the girls in your class bellowed excitedly, distracting everyone from the awkward situation. “Guys! He’s back!”

           Jin laughed and waved, “I wanted to make a surprise entrance, but you caught me!”

           You smiled slightly to yourself. What a relief that he grew up well. At least up front, he seemed to still be the same lovable, popular, and friendly Kim Seokjin you had known.

           "Where are you guys heading?“ Jin blinked and looked at his watch. "Break’s almost over right?”

           "Uh I -um…“ You fumbled when his eyes fell on your face again. Part of you was flustered that he would recognize you if he stared too long, while the other half was feeling a bit nervous at seeing him in such an attractive light.

           Suddenly, you felt fingers wrap around your wrist, bringing you back to reality.

           "Bathroom.” Yoongi stated dryly.

           "Oh.“ Jin grinned. "Okay, have fun! Try not to take too long, but don’t rush!”

           "I wonder where the Nurse is though? She was supposed to have landed a few days ago and come in today too. Maybe she’s in traffic?“ the Principal hummed.

           "Maybe she’s still jet-lagged.” Jin giggled as they walked away.

           In no time, Yoongi was dragging you away. You two stumbled into the bathroom and hurriedly checked to see if anyone was in there. Taking out your silencing contraptions, you two scurried into separate stalls and pressed it.

           "What the hell is he doing here??“ Yoongi hissed.

           "He’s our homeroom teacher, didn’t you hear?” You answered. “Why did you drag me here?”

           "Did you have any other ideas? You were busy stammering like an idiot in front of him. So suspicious.“

           You blushed, "Shut up.”

           Yoongi fell silent.



           "You know you have to put the past and personal feelings aside and think objectively.“

           You snorted. "I don’t need you to remind me that.”

           "I’m serious. I know you and Jin were close…“

           You exhaled. "A lot of things changed, Yoongi. And you should know better than anyone that I’m capable of putting the past to the side.”

           You heard the stall beside you unlock and soon spotted Yoongi’s feet in front of the one you were in.

           "Come out.“ he called.

           You obliged and were surprised to find that he was standing closely to the door when you pulled it open. Stepping back slightly, you threw him a questioning look.


           "Are you okay?“ he frowned.

           "Hm?” You blinked.

           He looked down and pursed his lips. Your lips slightly curled up. He really looked like an adorable girl in this state of hesitancy. You reached out and pinched his cheeks, unable to control yourself.

           "You know, I think you should dress like this forever.“ You grinned teasingly.

           He grumbled, but didn’t swat your hands away. "It looks like I worried over nothing then.”


           "You ran off after everyone was talking trash like that about you…” he mumbled.

           You dropped your hands, recalling the events that happened before Jin’s return.


           "Well, it’s not the first time.“ You shrugged, trying to sound tougher than you felt.

           The last thing you wanted was for Yoongi to see you as weak and unfit for this mission. You needed to come to terms with this on your own, or it would haunt you forever.

           "What?” he stared at you.

           "Should I check your voice modulator?“ You grinned, trying to change the subject.

           "What? Why? Is my voice sounding weird?” Yoongi flustered.

           "Hold still.“ You curled his hair behind his ear to check the voice modulator that was disguised as an earring. "Looks good. I just thought your voice sounded a little deep talking to Jin.”

           "I’ll have Taehyung to do a scan later to see its stats.“ Yoongi muttered, slightly blushing.

           "Well let’s get back to class.” You exhaled.

           "Don’t go making googly eyes at the teacher.“ he huffed. "Try not to stare directly at him at all. If he recognizes you…”

           You laughed. “I doubt he would. I mean, who would think that the two of us would be back in high school after all these years.”

           "Still. Be careful.“

           "I will. Don’t worry.” You covered his ears with his wig once again.

           "And stop treating me like a girl.“ he swatted your hand away. "It’s creeping me out!”

           You giggled. “Well you are a girl, Yoonji.”

           He crossed his arms and huffed. “I hate you.”

           "Likewise.“ You shrugged. "Let’s head back.”

           "‘kay.“ he grumbled.


           You lifted your head up from taking notes instinctively, then realizing who was calling you, dropped your head down awkwardly once again, trying to avoid Jin’s gaze.

           "Can you make sure your seatmate, Ms. Yoonji is paying as close attention to me as you?“ Jin chuckled.

           You glanced over to see Yoongi shamelessly sleeping, his head falling back, his mouth wide open. Embarrassed, you bowed apologetically and proceeded to lift Yoongi’s head up and shake him. The class giggled when he jolted awake.

           "Thank you.” Jin smiled.

           "Sorry.“ You whispered.

           "Not your fault.” he waved his hand. “Ms. Yoonji.”

           Yoongi scratched his head and yawned. You elbowed him.

           "Yes?“ he answered nonchalantly.

           "Please stay awake ~” Jin scolded nicely.

           "Yes ~“ Yoongi replied cheekily.

           Jin shot him an amused look and shook his head before returning to his lecture.

           "You’re so embarrassing.” You mouthed to Yoongi.

           He smirked and slid your textbook to the middle of the desk. “Let’s share. I forgot mine.”

           "You never bring yours.“ You rolled your eyes yet consented.

           Yoongi smiled and began highlighting important things to remember on your textbook, while you went back to taking notes.

           But suddenly, there was a blood-curdling scream that pierced through the sense of normalcy and echoed throughout the hallway. Your heart sank and your body turned cold. You glanced around and all the students had turned pale. It seemed to be that everyone knew exactly what had occurred, which meant…

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02. Mama Mo’s - Kim SeokJin Fanfic

AN*  So I ran across a “Bed Sharing AU” prompt list with 8 prompts and thought it’d be a great exercise to explore writing fanfics again. This is the 2nd in the series. I’m using all 8 prompts with different members.  8 prompts, 7 members… the 8th will be a surprise.

A special thanks to BTS… for giving me inspiration and re-igniting my passion to write again. (Gif isn’t mine.)

01. Kim NamJoon - Must Have Energy

03. Min Yoongi - You’re Mine

04. Jung HoSeok - My Hope

05. Park Jimin - Awkwardly Perfect

06. Kim TaeHyung - The BPP

07. Jeon JungKook - Call Me Kookie

08. BTS - Hawaiian Thunderstorm

Originally posted by jjilljj

Mama Mo’s

Prompt: The Classic™- The hotel only has a king sized bed, I guess we’re sharing.

Pairing: Kim SeokJin x Reader

Genre: oneshot, fluff, (a bit of skinship)

Word count: 5.3K

“Jin, I could kill you right now.” SeokJin just laughed but you were pretty frickin’ serious.

“Hey, not my fault your car got a flat tire…” he said staring in awe up at the sputtering neon sign.

“YES YOUR FAULT!” you yelled, swinging your purse and hitting his shoulder. “Who insisted on taking, ‘the shortcut’!?” you air-quoted. He winced in pain and jerked towards you, opening his mouth to say something but you interrupted. “IT WASN’T A SHORTCUT JIN!!!”

“Aiish…” he said under his breath. Then he mumbled, “You didn’t have to take it…”

“I didn’t want to!” You collapsed, hugging your knees in a squat position, forehead buried in your arms. “You wouldn’t shut up about it and I wanted peace.” You jerked your head to glare over at him. “And you swore… you SWORE it was the right way…” He shrugged and opened the trunk of the car to pull out your suitcases.

“Well, it’s fixed now…. I’m the one who fixed it… remember?” he was getting frustrated with you, and you gave him that… but you were so frustrated that you had to take it out on someone, and he was the only one here. Another issue…

“I should have gone with HoSeok….” like I wanted to… you added silently. You were all going on this trip together… supposedly. But due to numbers you’d had to take 2 vehicles. You wanted to go with Jung HoSeok, your ever friendly, ever hopeful, crush of the last year. But you and he were the only ones with cars that could handle the trip… so you couldn’t go together if everyone ended up coming. Which everyone did. And since HoSeok is HoSeok, sunshine magnet of the world, his car was PACKED with people… leaving you and Jin the only ones out.

“We would have totally beaten them there…” Jin said quietly as he rolled the suitcases over to you. “And admit it… we had fun until then.” He smiled down at you, his gorgeous face eerily lit by the light of the neon sign, and winked. You rolled your eyes at him, but inside you admitted it. Jin just seemed a bit full of himself… and to be honest, you didn’t really know him that well so you didn’t know what to expect. He had recently moved to town, and due to HoSeok’s sunshine, had become a new member of your group. And surprisingly enough, in the car he had been fun, keeping you entertained with stories of him and his old friends, picking fun music and singing to it way too loud, which made you laugh.

Then the country road had turned into a dirt road, then a single lane dirt road covered in all sorts of trash and debris. He still insisted it was the right way to go, so you kept going, running over the board that held the nail that caused the flat that Jin fixed…you sing-songed in your mind. You sighed heavily into your arms and stood up, your legs protesting being in the squat position too long.

The neon sign of the hotel flickered on and off in an ominous way and you looked up at it again. It read MAMA MO’S in bright flickering orange with a smaller, red Vacancy underneath.

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BTS Reaction To Idol!S/O Being Angry About Their Leaked Relationship

Anon asked: BTS reaction to you (an idol) being upset because their relationship was “leaked” when one of the members was filming on V App, either when the member accidentally said it or you and the member was in the background. Thanks! 

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Even though it wasn’t exactly his fault, Namjoon would still feel extremely guilty and apologize profusely. He knew that you didn’t want the media’s attention on your relationship, and yet he was careless and let the information leak. He’d want to talk through this with you, suggesting ways you could be together out of sight of the media.

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon


He’d also be upset that his relationship with you was out in the open, but he’d try and see the positive side of the situation, saying things like, “Well, at least the world gets to see the most attractive couple!” Seokjin would understand your anger, but he’d try and distract you from the situation and make the most of your time together.

Originally posted by jjilljj


Yoongi would be just as angry as you, if not more so. He’d probably berate whoever let your relationship leak to the public and be in a bad mood for the next couple of weeks afterward. If there’s anything he hates most, it’s the invasion of his privacy, and he would probably want to discuss these feelings with you and ask about how you felt toward the situation.

Originally posted by mvssmedia


The fact that his relationship was out in the open wouldn’t bother him too much, but the fact that you were upset about it would. He wouldn’t really know what to do to make you feel better though, since it’s not like he can make people forget about your relationship with him. Hoseok would probably tell you that your relationship coming to light was a good thing, cause now he could be more affectionate in public.

Originally posted by park-jimizzle


Taehyung would be disappointed that your relationship was revealed through something accidentally caught on a live stream. He wanted to reveal the relationship with you on his terms, but now everyone knew and there was nothing he could do about it. Despite his own disappointment, he wouldn’t be really angry but would make sure to apologize to you for letting this happen.

Originally posted by kimthwriter


His reaction would be a mix of Yoongi’s and Namjoon’s. He’d be angry that his relationship was revealed without you or his consent, yet he would blame himself for the current situation. Needless to say Jimin would feel guilty and would feel the need to make it up to you somehow.

Originally posted by starryoongs


Jungkook probably wouldn’t really know how to handle the situation. Sure, he was irritated that someone leaked photos of you two on a date together, but he wasn’t really angry like you were. Like Hoseok, he would definitely try to get you to see the good side of your revealed relationship instead of focusing on the negative aspects.

Originally posted by namujune

It burns, doesn't? [pt. 11]

Genre: Mafia!au (Mature) Fluff? Angst…so much angst. Violence and all that good mafia stuff.

Members: Jungkook x Yoongi x Namjoon x Jin x Hoseok x Jimin x Taehyung  Feat. Got7

Summary: Why am I hurting alone? Why am I in love alone?

authors note: /// means flashback ….nd omg it’s finally out. Im trying to try new gifs for characters highlighted chapters…

Originally posted by je0n

| Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 |

The moment when one realizes that things will never be the same is bittersweet. As children we rely on the things around us to remain the way they are, our young minds don’t quite understand the concept of change yet we’re impulsive and oblivious to cause and effect. it’s human instinct to crave structure and stability, even if it’s through an illusion, even if it’s merely a reality we create for ourselves. The discovery of what’s perceived as happiness, joy, kindness, trust, and love are vague descriptions of our innermost feelings, those emotions are essential to growth. But for some, their lives are pages from a book torn up and discarded like trash, they feel emotions in a brutal way. Pain, jealousy, anger, sadness, envy, greed—it gets shoved into them, no warning or preparation. Suffocating them until it becomes a desperate means of solitude, the loneliness can be too much to bare really. Turning to materialistic comfort is a common response, as sad as it may be, it helped in some way. Such as cigarettes. You get an exhilarating sense of relaxation when you exhale, knowing it’s bad—when you hold it in your lungs, forcing your body take something so foreign, it’s feigning self-control. Through a tiny white stick he controls his pain and pleasure, through it he found solitude—it was more bitter than sweet.

Everything happened so fast. 

He didn’t know what he was going to do from here, it didn’t help that he hasn’t had a blink of sleep. A cigarette sat in the ashtray and he left his quarters to check on his men. Some of them were patching up the wounded, they even lost a few men, so the faint sound of weeping was heard at every other corner. How a man could look upon the friends of the people he let die wasn’t a natural talent, this type of inhumanity had to be formed. Those people just happened to be casualties, you win some, you lose some. 

People die under you, that’s one of the high prices you pay as the boss.

When it all comes down to it, the truth is, they signed up for this—if it’s for the boss, you risk it all…or not at all. They knew that when they joined.

Hoseok went AWOL last night, he came back early this morning but that was only to freshen up so he could go out again. He had speculations on Hoseok’s stance in all of this, hell, he has speculations about his own stance on the situation. Jin’s response to all of this was the most surprising, he was so levelheaded and prepared as if he orchestrated the whole thing. Jin had always been the sneaky type, not completely honest with everything but that was understandable. It’s not like he grew up surrounded by people he trusts. In order to survive, he had to keep his guard up. Jin managed to come in and set his own rules into play. He didn’t know whether to be thankful or furious about it.

Speaking of Jin, not even five minutes ago he called him to his office and he has yet to come. He likes to think of himself as a patient man but now is not the time to keep him waiting. The guy he sent came back alone. “Boss, he said he’ll be here in a minute.” He swallowed, Yoongi’s stare is far too threatening to not be nervous around.

He had the audacity to make me wait, unbelievable. It doesn’t matter whose the oldest in this relationship. This whole organization is on Yoongi’s back. He has to have an answer for everything, he has to know everything—he doesn’t take that lightly, he can’t afford to. He has to stay calm, no matter what, and that was an overwhelming responsibility sometimes, more than they would know.

“Tell him that I said I want him in here, now.” He was stern, eyeing the kid at the door.

“O-okay sir.” 

Like a puppy off to fetch a tennis ball, he ran off.

Yoongi grabbed the pack of cigarettes, his pale fingers pulling at the pack to slip out one of the white sticks. He didn’t rush, he secured it between his lips and held up to the white lighter. When it caught flame, he took a deep breath and exhaled, this was his third one today. Jin walked into the room, a look of impatience on his face.

Yoongi inhaled, taking another puff of the cigarette before saying anything. He sat the cigarette in the ashtray. 

“You had a whole operation going down and when it’s over is when I find out.” 

“How long has this been going on Seokjin? How long were you planning to leave me in the dark about this?”

“Listen,” Jin simply shrugged. “I didn’t make a decision any different than you would’ve. You should be thankful. Namjoon is on his knees, Jaebums gang is halfway in hiding and I have my little sister. You know how these things go.” He ran his hand through his locks, giving Yoongi a knowing look.

“No, I don’t actually. Enlighten me.” 

“If I wouldn’t have done what I did she’d probably be dead right now! You don’t understand Yoongi…Namjoon won’t stop, ever…He’ll keep trying to go after me and now her, and to be honest it’s partly your fault.” He sneered, not really caring if that pissed Yoongi off, it was true.

My fault? So I’m supposed to be your fucking savior or some shit? I didn’t know she fucking existed until Hoseok and Jimin brought her ass here. But that girl isn’t the problem, you are.” Yoongi grumbled, already fiddling with his favorite dagger to ease his stress—it wasn’t working. “Why are you doing this? Like, just give me one good reason why.”

“Do you not understand the concept of doing a bad thing for a good reason?” Jin was sort of tickled, amused at his robin hood philosophy.

“Yeah, I do. But it’s you who doesn’t seem to remember your role here. I made this group, from the ground up. I've carried it on my back since I was 18. I call the shots. Not because one day I thought, ‘oh you know what, I think I’ll be the leader today.’ No. Because I earned it, I earned the right to say what goes, not you hyung.” He sounded pretty irritated already. Jin was just waiting for him to be finished so he could get out of here. Yoongi is just blowing hot air, this was nothing he hasn’t heard already, he thought to himself.

“I really don’t know why you felt the need to interfere, I had it under control. He wouldn’t have killed the girl just yet, I knew that. I knew it the whole time. Kim Namjoon is still dramatic if you haven’t noticed, he’d put her through hell before you have to mourn her death.”

“I wasn’t gonna wait around for that to happen. I wasn’t wasting any more time if it meant leaving her there any longer. Admit it, she was second priority to you. But not me. Namjoon was had my little sister Yoongi, she’s not just some girl, she’s my flesh and blood and he knew that the moment he decided to keep her.” That very sentence appalled him, his stomach twisting in disgust. 

He’s a weed—he’s cancerous, he needs to be cut out. And you can’t cut without causing a few abrasions.” Jin was serious, Yoongi knew all of those things to be partly true, but Namjoon used to be his best friend. Even now, Namjoon was almost the same, nobody really changed significantly. Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, they were all just like he remembered. Just more…broken. They can’t stand each other now. The feeling of hatred was more than mutual, friendship was a distant memory between the two gangs that once worked in harmony. “If it was your mother, you would’ve done the same thing Yoongi, maybe even worse.”

Yoongi gave him the dirtiest look, he knew not to bring her up, Jin was the only exception right now. 

“My mother has nothing to do with this. People were killed, on both sides. Two explosions in two highly populated territories, we didn’t go unnoticed.” Yoongi kept his anger at bay, the cigarettes were working this time. He would never say it aloud but knowing Jin could execute a plan that was so complex and to do it without his knowledge, made him feel disrespected. 

“We’re lucky the police aren’t on our backs because of the relationship we have with the chief. Most arrests regarding our men, he let’s slide and I’d like to keep it that way.” Yoongi tapped the cigarette in the ashtray, a smirk coming to his lips, Jin wasn’t sure what he was thinking. “Seo will want more answers. He will start calling eventually, but I’m gonna tell him to take it up with you. You’re responsible for the mess anyway.”

“You’ve never been the type to back down Yoongi, don’t tell me you’re…scared?” Jin laughed, he literally thought that the mere thought was funny. To see Yoongi, the man with a never-changing expression, afraid of something? That was impossible. By the dark look in Yoongi’s eyes he realized now was no time to tease him. 

He gasped. Before he knew it Yoongi was around the table and pressing a knife against his neck, an intense look on his face. Jin swallowed with some difficulty. “Y-yoongi.”

Min Yoongi wasn’t as still as ice water, not all the time. There are a few things you better not say or you will regret it the moment you opened your mouth.

“Let’s get one thing fucking straight, I don’t have a scared bone in my body, not one. I don’t fear anyone, not you, not Namjoon, not even my own maniac of a father who caused every mental and physical pain you could think of to his only son by the time I was fifteen…” Yoongi scoffed retracting the knife as Jin was almost at a loss for words. 

He scoffed. “You have some nerve. I suggest you drop this high and mighty attitude before this knife goes through your fucking neck.” He sneered.

He sighed, straightening up his freshly pressed suit. The visual image of what Yoongi threatened had him touching his neck subconsciously and cringing at the thought. 

He exhaled heavily. “Yoongi, you’re tense, I understand that really I do. But just think about it, think about this group, think about the people involved…This is the game Yoongi, no one plays by the rules, you know that better than anyone.” He really did know that better than anyone—almost too well. Yoongi just stared at him, a stoic expression plastered on his face as Jin slowly exited the room.

Food had never looked so appalling before. Just an hour ago some girl brought you breakfast. She told you to eat it all because ‘Jin said so’. You let the food sit there, now it’s cold and inedible. That same girl came back to get the dishes, you didn’t want to see her face anymore, you were beginning to despise her persistence.

This bed isn’t that much bigger than the one in my bedroom at home, so why does it feel so big? So empty and cold. Jungkook held you so close, the thought of discomfort as you slept had become an unfamiliar thing to you. He was so fragile, despite his exterior he was just as helpless as you. He tried to keep you from anyone who could hurt you, in fear that you’d get hurt, and have to bear those scars for the entirety of your life. You fell in love with someone you never would’ve dreamed of associating with—now he’s gone…

You heard a small knock at the door. Before you could answer Jimin was walking in with a cup and some bottles of medicine. “Good morning.” He sat the water on the nightstand along with the pills—he was only here to drug you up, you thought. He hesitantly on the edge of the bed as you scooted closer to the headboard, afraid to sit too close to him now. 

“Hey, don’t do that…Y/N, it’s still the same me, you know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.” The way he looked at you was different, he looked at you as if you were something small like a baby animal—had he always looked at you like that? You never noticed it before. “Don’t you?…”

Why was he even asking, you weren’t even sure about that anymore. You couldn’t really trust your own brother, what made Jimin any different? He was just as capable of flipping as anyone else.

“I’m sorry but I barely even know you Jimin, I shouldn’t have put so much trust in you…You took me from Jungkook.” You chewed at your cheek, looking out the window. “Unless you’re here to take me to Jungkook or apologize for being apart of this mess, just go…”

That’s what she’s upset about.

“Y/n, you’re supposed to take this before noon, and you have to eat so it’ll stay on your stomach.” He explained, noticing how tired your eyes were—you needed to eat something to keep your energy up. 

“Baby,” There’s that nickname again. “I know you’re upset and I’m sorry, but don’t starve or hurt yourself out of spite. You listen to Jungkook, right? Jungkook would want you to eat, I know he would, wouldn’t he?” Jimin gave you a guilt-tripping look and you rolled your eyes, that kind of convinced you.

“Come on, I’ll take you to the kitchen and sit with you until you eat.” You followed him with weak steps and you knew you should’ve eaten earlier—now you have no other choice but to eat with supervision.

You looked around, realizing you were in a completely different environment. Long gone were the industrial looking rooms and spaces, you were at the first place this all started. Jimin had already made food for you and put it in the microwave to stay warm. He opened up and sat it at the bar, leading you to the stool to sit beside him.

It was a decent meal. You ate it silently as Jimin sat there with a curious look on his face. You tried to ignore it, Jungkook had a habit of just staring at you so it wasn’t anything new. Suddenly Jimin reached for the nape of your neck, causing you to jerk back in surprise.

“Why’re you staring at me?…” You stared at him, seeing he regretted not asking before trying to touch. “Please stop…”

“Sorry, I should’ve just asked. What happened to your neck? It’s bruised pretty bad…” He had his suspicions. Were those scars from Namjoon or Tae, he figured you’ve endured quite a few physical ailments. “Did they really hurt you that much?” He gave you a worried expression .

Your hand went to where he was referring to and you knew those weren’t burns, choke marks and neither were they rashes. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, those marks were Jungkooks doing. They would have normally faded by now but the morning of the accident he got a little carried away with his affection. You really wished you had some makeup or something to cover them up. “Um, it’s not that…” When you neglected to give an elaborate reply he took the cues from your facial expression and connected the dots. He cleared his throat for asking the obvious question, of course, if you were in a relationship with Jungkook he would make sure everyone knew. He’s always been like that.

“Oh- oh..I um, I didn’t mean to…” He trailed off, seeing you were done with your food and trying to end the awkward conversation. “Wait, I have to take you downstairs, Yoongi wants to have a talk with you.” Jimin grabbed your hand, leading you away from the kitchen. You were shaking your head, insisting that you didn’t want to go but he kept soothing you, telling you it was okay.

“What?- Jimin, no, I don’t want to meet with him, please, I want to back to my r-” Jimin shook his head, guilt in his eyes for having to leave you—again.

“Just sit here, it’s okay. He’ll be here in a minute.” Jimin pet your head in pity, leaving you in this unfamiliar room by yourself. At first you just waited patiently, but your stomach dropped when you heard the door behind you open. You didn’t look back, the man’s footsteps were heavy, slow and you couldn’t even look up without your heart racing, you were so nervous. After a few seconds you gathered the courage to look up. Jin was standing beside the desk in front of you.

“Jin?…What’re you-”

“Yoongi wants to discuss some things with you, you just have to answer his questions and then you can go, alright? This won’t be long.” He gave you reassuring eyes before your attention was stolen by the man with sugar white skin.


This man damned you to hell

He walked around the desk, sitting in the chair behind the desk and his presence was so powerful it made your body shake to look at him for too long. You wouldn’t know it but he was monitoring your every move, as he opened the pack of cigarettes, placing one in between his fingers but not lighting it.

“How many fingers am I holding up.” He held up three of his pale slender fingers.


“Answer the question. How many?”

“Um-…three.” This was unexpected and odd, why would he ask this? Even Jin was taken aback. “Why?…-”

He sort of glanced halfheartedly at you, his brows furrowing at your counter question that he didn’t want to, and wasn’t going to answer. 

“I need to know everything that happened to you. Start from the moment they took you inside.” That was the first sensible thing he said, not bothering to hassle himself with beating around the bush. You looked at Jin for reassurance and he nodded, giving you the okay to start talking.

“They put me in a bedroom…I fell asleep after a few hours and when I woke up… Jungkook was there. At first I thought he was there to hurt me so I tried to shoot him, that didn’t go well…that’s how we met.” You spoke lowly, knowing good and well that you had never shot a gun before.

“And after your failed attempt, he let you stay in his room with him?” He furrowed his brows, seeing you were chewing on your lips nervously, like a kid. You nodded weakly. It wasn’t all that surprising to him, he already knew Jungkook had taken a liking to you, he just didn’t know to what extent. 

“He did, it wasn’t bad the first month or so, we actually got along…But one day, we got into a fight. That night, I decided to leave that place. I ran away the following morning…” You cleared your throat, Jin was listening intently now.

“It was kinda late, 9 or 10 maybe, I’m not sure but I stopped at a cafe to eat. Jimin found me, he told me that he couldn’t help me until you gave the word…He left me and for a few hours I just aimlessly walked around the city but-…” You pause, “That’s when Namjoon found me.” The memory itself was terrifying. It was like the devil himself was trying to drag you down to his little hell, and he succeeded.

“And I take it he wasn’t happy. I already know he punished you in some sick way. He gave you to Taehyung, didn’t he?” Yoongi knew that as a fact. If Namjoon wanted to punish you in any way he would find the sickest way to do so. Your head hung low as you nodded weakly, tears threatened to leave your eyes and you didn’t even know why—why couldn’t you go one minute without crying over this? Jin noticed, he was already pissed that Jimin saw you and didn’t say anything, but now he has to hear about your punishment

“What did he do to you?” He asked suddenly. Your mouth opened but nothing came out, you weren’t sure where to start. Yoongi lit the cigarette, taking a long drag before licking his lips.

“Yoongi, does she have to tell you that? I think we have enough information, what’s the point in knowing every little detail?” Jin insisted, running his hands through his hair anxiously.

Yoongi side eyed him, annoyed that he was letting his relationship with you get the best of him in a serious interrogation. “Yes, she does. Go on…”

“He…he tied me down to a table…” You spoke slowly, trying to recall the time in your life that you’ve worked so hard to forget. “And- and I stayed like that for hours, I don’t know, it felt like 6 maybe…and the water, the water wouldn’t stop, it kept dripping and dripping- it was awful…I don’t like to think about it…” Tears began to well in your eyes and you didn’t bother choking them back. You swallowed, inhaling deeply before exhaling shakily.

“S-someone came to the room, I can’t remember his name…but Taehyung left me in there with that son of a bitch…” Tears streamed down your cheeks, you couldn’t keep them from coming. Now. You were angry, sad, hurt—all of those emotions were heavy on your heart. Yoongi wasn’t really phased by your tears, but Jins jaw was clenched tightly in vexation.

“He’s the first man to ever hit me in the face.” You said that in slight disbelief. “He hit me a lot, on my face, any where I had skin, I was covered from head to toe in bruises…h-he called me demeaning names a-and-” You sniffled, attempting to wipe your steady tears away. “And-…He wanted me to have sex with him, I-I f-fought back a-as much as I could,” You couldn’t get it out, the syllables of your sentences were jumbled up like a child. “I kicked and bit him-…He got really mad, and tried to-…rape me…but-”

Stop!” Jin shouted in a fit, startlingly you enough to make you whimper. “Just stop. Stop talking…I don’t want to hear this anymore.” He kicked the desk and Yoongi was about ready to shoot this man if he kept disrupting. He was finally hearing some detailed progress and now he has to worry about Jin getting butt-hurt about your unfortunate situation. 

“How could you say that?…You’re responsible for putting me in this situation but you don’t want to hear the truth?…” You wiped your nose, looking at him with teary eyes in disbelief. “I was the one being assaulted and abused…”

His mouth went wide in surprise before running his tongue over his lips. “Y/N, what do you want me to say? I’m sorry this happened to you and it is my fault, I admit that. But that doesn’t mean you have to torture me with the details, I’ve heard enough.” 

“I’m torturing you!? You’re so fucking selfish…was tortured! It all happened to me!” You pointed to yourself. “You don’t know what I had to go through, knowing my brother hadn’t even attempted to contact me…” You hissed at Jin, slowly standing up from your seat, your ankle suddenly feeling like it was cut off and stapled back on. “I-…I don’t feel very well, can I leave, please? I didn’t take my medicine this morning…” You looked at him, trying to earn his sympathy but he wasn’t buying it. He wasn’t done ask his questions, he needed to know more and you were not about to leave before he could get the answers he wanted.

“No, you may not but he can.” He cut his gaze to his Jin. “Hyung get out, you’re not helping with our progress.” Yoongi coughed a little, the smoke affecting his breathing like it often did. “She’s closing up because of you and you’re making this more difficult than it has to be…”

“Yoongi, don’t take this personally but I’m not leaving her in here with you-”

“And I wasn’t asking. She doesn’t want you in here and neither do I. You need to leave, you’re making her uneasy.” Yoongi commanded sternly, and to your surprise, Jin actually listened, you underestimated the authority Yoongi had here. 

“And close the door on your way out.” With a loud groan, Jin left the room, hoping you’d be okay while he was gone. The door was closed and the sound made you relieved in some way.

“Now that he’s gone, you can speak freely. I want to know details,” He sighed, getting up to walk to a cabinet behind him. He pulled out a bottle of rum and two glasses, pouring the liquid. “And I’ll know if you’re lying about something, so do yourself a favor and be transparent about this.”

It was silent for a few seconds, Yoongi took this little time to observe you. There was so much he needed to uncover, he just didn’t think he’d be uncovering them through you. I studied her features, her nose a tinge pink from the crying, her eyes, arms, everything, she looked close to sickly. Your appearance was immensely different from before—from what he could remember at least. You coughed into your hand, the puff of smoke he just released scratching at your lungs. 

“Are you sensitive?”

Your furrowed your brows. “What?”

“Are you sensitive to the smell of smoke or are you fucking around? Because I’m not in the mood for holding hands until you can articulate yourself properly. I hope you didn’t think I made him leave because you wanted him to. I made him leave because we need to continue this without interruptions.” He tapped it on the ashtray, scrutinizing your silence.

“…S-sorry, I can’t really stomach the smell…” You mumbled, rubbing at your nose. 

He grumbled something under his breath, but it was incoherent enough for you not to understand, but he inevitably put out the cigarette. He settled for pouring rum into the glasses, sitting one in front of you and the other in front of himself. 

“So Tae stopped him…” He spoke, urging you to continue. “What else?”

“Yes…He told the guy to leave but it was just so he could torture me himself…he got into my head, he gave me the choice to stop him multiple times, I- I could have stopped him but I didn’t, I was so stupid! I could’ve stopped him but I didn’t, all the scars and pains are my fault. Isn’t that pitiful? He literally stabbed me and threatened to send a bunch of guys in to finish what Youngho started if I didn’t beg him…” You looked up at him, licking your lips nervously. 

“That’s when I caved in, I couldn’t take it anymore…I begged him not to and that’s when he finally stopped. I went through pointless bloodshed, sweat and tears, he stopped after I gave up my dignity…you probably think I’m pathetic…” Your head hung lower and lower, you began to feel ashamed and self conscious, he sighed. 

“Actually, you’re brave, a little stupid, but brave nonetheless. To run away from Namjoon, and pull it off for a few hours?” He took a sip of his drink, the harsh alcohol soothing him in a way. “You know how to survive. You favor Jin in that aspect.” He thought aloud, and you nodded your head weakly. “That experience must’ve affected you deeply. Mentally, emotionally, and physically you’ve endured a lot of changes…” 

“I’m curious, if Jungkook took you from that room…” He tapped his index finger on the glass. “What kind of relationship do you have with him?” He made a question in more of a statement form as if he already knew the answer. 

Jungkook. He was all you really wanted right now, you didn’t know how you could talk about your relationship with him without completely breaking down. 

“What’d you mean?…” You feigned ignorance, twiddling your fingers anxiously.

“What I just said. Did you just sleep together? Were you roommates? Companions? Lovers? You have a lot of options kid.”

“I don’t know but-…We love each other. He saved me, just when I was about to give up on my life, he saved me. He took me from Taehyung when I was beaten and bloody, unsightly even, but he cleaned me up and slept with me anyway. Some girl he didn’t even know, he let sleep in his bed when he could’ve thrown me out…He protected me, from all of them, from the people like you. I just want to talk to him, I need to know if he’s okay…” You wiped your eyes with the back of your sleeve and Yoongi sighed.

She has Stockholm syndrome.

He didn’t entertain your emotional confession, he instead asked a question that has been on his mind. “You have quite a few marks on your neck,” He stood to his feet, running his tongue over his bottom lip in thought. “they can’t all be bruises. Some of them look like,” He smirked, he thought this was too funny, “hickies?…” 

You swallowed, he seemed a lot more intimidating now. He wasn’t super tall like Namjoon, and he wasn’t built like Jungkook, but he was still a lot bigger than you. He took one last swig of his drink, before placing it back on the desk. Suddenly Jimin walked in, but the sound didn’t really phase you, your eyes were glued on Yoongi. He came in at the worst time, Yoongi was just about to ease out every little detail he could to mortify you. He had to test the waters, find out what was really going on here. 

“Is he aggressive with you? I can tell you’re docile when shown some type of physical assertion, that’s normal but you seem paranoid. You must scare easy….” he said that last part more to himself. “Is Jungkook like that with you?” To your utter surprise, he gently grabbed the tip of your jaw between his two fingers and thumb. Forcing you to look him in the eye, bringing his face somewhat close to your own. Jimin was shocked, Yoongi actually touched your face. He rarely sees scenes like this displayed by him. 

He took his other hand and thumbed over the darkest bruise, inspecting it despite your obvious discomfort. “I’m curious. Does he touch you even if you tell him not to or do you like that sort of thing and it’s all consensual?…I’m trying to piece this together.” He tilted his head a bit, furrowing his brow when you grabbed his wrist weakly to get him to let go. He scoffed. “You claim you’re in love with him but you’ve given me no real evidence to prove that. So, I don’t believe you.”

“H-he…you don’t understand.” You choked on thin air, your cheeks were so blushed that it could’ve been mistaken for a slap on the face. He wasn’t convinced. He wasn’t born yesterday, he knows the difference between a mark from a kiss and a mark from pain. It was honestly embarrassing that everyone was bringing up the tattoos of Jungkooks love, was it really that noticeable? You just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. With Jimin’s flustered expression at scene he let you gl, he decided he’d finish this later.

“Hyung,” Jimin cleared his throat, “sorry, her doctor’s note was to take her pills in the morning and night…” He always seems to save you in the nick of time, you appreciated him a lot for that coincidental timing.

“Ah, that’s right, you’re probably in a lot of pain, we’ll continue this conversation later.” With that, he was about to walk out but he saw the glass of rum that you didn’t even touch. He downed it in one go, groaning as he left the room.

Jimin hesitantly approached you, reaching for your hand to get your attention. He felt sorry for you, he always has. Your innocent blood was shed for Jin’s guilty hands and there was nothing he could do for you. He took you back to your room, telling you to drink plenty of water and take your medicine

—why do you always end up in some room. Alone.


He’s gone again?…” He walked up beside her at the kitchen table, watching her sew the cut on his favorite black shirt, for the third time this week. He was as active as any other boy, but at the rate he was going he might as well go out in football gear.

“Yes, he left early this morning sweetheart.” She stopped her sewing, sitting the sweater down and sighing. Her slender fingers reached for the glass of ice water and Jungkook watched her sip from it. “He’ll be back soon though.”

“You always say that. He’s never home…” I groaned.

“Jungkook, you know that’s how he pays our bills, how we get food on the table.” She gave a weak smile, cupping his cheek lovingly.

“Yeah but he’s gone so much, I don’t even remember his face sometimes…” He whined, furrowing his dark brows, that sentence alone broke her heart a little.

“Don’t ever say that, Jeon Jungkook. You always remember your father, always, he loves you…” She knelt down to my level, looking into my eyes. “He may not say it, or show it like he should but he does…” She embraced me, almost to comfort herself.

Her heart was so warm and kind. For the longest time, he wondered how she could smile through this.

He first got enlisted when Jungkook was 4 years old because he got laid off. the check from the military was decent enough to support a wife and child. Jungkook noticed soon enough that his mother was really his only confidant. She was an angel to him. Even if she would discipline him from time to time, she only had to be strict because his father wasn’t there. That must’ve been tiring.

Jungkook was only 11, he didn’t understand the dynamics and complications of a family. All he knew was that his mother loved him, and he loved her more than anyone in this world. 


The white ceiling and white lights were pissing him off for some reason. And the at one point bearable hospital bed felt like a wooden plank. Taehyung was supposed to take him home but the doctor suggested he stay another night. The longer he stays here the more he wants to walk out of here and strangle somebody. Jungkook sat up groggily, sighing when he glanced out the window, this is about the time he’d be out and about, or some cases, in bed with you. I miss her so much. You were by far the best thing he’s ever had, somehow the heavens found him worthy enough to have an angel like you.

He looked down at the IV in his arm and frowned. “I can’t take this much longer…” He groaned. The shoulder he used to break his fall with you in his arms was killing him. The pain alone wasn’t the issue, thinking about how he got the injury was the troubling, it kept reminding how this all came into play, how they took you from him. He was sure you were you two were gonna make it, he planned it perfectly. But it didn’t go as playing and it’s his fucking fault. He threw you into the front seat, forcing you to drive in a very tense situation, it was bound to go wrong somehow. You’d be with him right now if he would’ve thought things through instead of just doing what he’d do if it’s was just him. It’s not just Jungkook anymore, it hasn’t been for a while. It’s you too.

Even one night apart felt weird, he was so accustomed to you being there for him. Being there to talk to, to hold, to love. He just recently verbally confessed to you, he let himself be vulnerable and said that he was in love with you. You’re in love with him but now you’re gone. It seemed like anyone he loved with all of his heart was taken from him. 

You were with Jin and Yoongi, that was the worst part of all. He didn’t know why you kept Jin being your brother a secret for so long. He thought maybe you didn’t know they knew each other, that they were enemies. If you and Jin had such a strong relationship, wouldn’t you have said something?

At this point, it didn’t really matter. You love him, you’ve told him and that’s all Jin and or anyone else needs to know. No one can protect you like he can, no one can love you as deeply as he does. Especially not Jin.

He grabbed his cellphone, throwing his legs over the edge as if to get up, somebody needed to come and get him. Namjoon said he’d come get him last night, but Namjoon’s going through a lot right now. Jungkook is out of the loop and he doesn’t want it to stay that way.

Knock knock.

Before the person was granted entrance the door slowly creaked open and Jungkook’s eyes were glued to the man that walked inside. That distinct hair, that nose, that face. A nurse came in beside him, presumably to help Jungkook out of bed.

“You and Dr. Jeon look like twins.” She smiled, checking his clipboard and writing some things down. Jungkook was beyond livid, and confused. He glared at his Hyung with the dirtiest look. He never wanted to see his face again but here he is. He and his older brother haven’t seen each other in years, and he wanted to keep it that way. Did this bastard really think he had the right to walk into this damn hospital room with his stupid white coat. 

Dr. Jeon

“Could you give us a minute Sue?” He decided to speak, seeing Jungkook was about to go off. Sue nodded, walking off and closing the door behind her. They just stared at each other, taking in the sight of one another, He really does look like me.

“Where the shit have you been.” Jungkook hissed, cutting his eyes to the window. 

Jeon walked over to Jungkook, leaning against the bed opposite of him. “I heard you were in a car accident, with your girlfriend? I was worried about your well being Jungkook so I came from my office to come see you.” He sighed. “Look, I don’t really understand in detail the lifestyle you have, but I know it’s dangerous and reckless, you could’ve been killed.”

You don’t care and you don’t know shit about me ‘Dr. fucking Jeon’ and you never will, k? I don’t know why the fuck you think you can just come and go out of peoples lives as you fucking please.” Jungkook took out his IV for the second time and stood up. His older brother didn’t realize how tall Jungkook had gotten, and how mature he really was now. He looked fit too, his biceps were no joke, even if he still had that same lovable baby face.

“Jungkook, whether you like it or not we’re still brothers-”

“YOU ARE NOT MY FUCKING BROTHER. What in the hell makes you think I see you as my brother?! You’re what? 9 years older than me? I didn’t meet you until I was 10. We didn’t even grow up together, we’re not brothers. You don’t mean shit to me Junghyun. I have real brothers and you’re not one of them.”

That stung.

“When they took mom from me you were still allowed to see her, but you and your shitty degree only sent money, fucking money…she didn’t want that, bastard.” Jungkook sneered bitterly. “She wanted me, her real son. She didn’t raise you, so in a way you aren’t really her son, I am. As far as I’m concerned I cut you out of my life and hers. As soon as I met you I told her you were a fucking joke.”

“Jungkook, just stop it, okay? You’re being a child about this. She is my mother too, I love her just as much as you do. I was closer to dad and when he died, I don’t know, I just went on with my life.” He walked over to the door, pacing a bit.

“You don’t love her half as much as I do,…Just get out.” There was nothing else he could say, he didn’t have time to fight with Junghyun. He was wasting his breath continuing this conversation. He needed to get to the base with Namjoon, Tae, and everyone else so he can get closer to you.

“I’ll talk to you later Jungkook, just- Think about what I said.” He was finally leaving, Jungkook sighed in relief. Who did he think he was? And how did he find out he was in an accident from a different city? Has he been keeping tabs on me? Those were just a few questions he had for him.

Another nurse peeked in. “Sir? You have a visitor.” Namjoon immerged from behind the two, looking as tall and intimidating as always. Jungkook, for the first time in 24 hours, smiled.

“Hyung.” Jungkook was ready to get up and go but he looked down at himself, remembering that he had asked Namjoon to bring a change of clothes. “Did you bring my clothes?” Namjoon walked over with a slight grin to give Jungkook his long-awaited change of clothes.

“Yeah, I knew you were ready to get out of here, sorry I couldn’t come sooner,” Namjoon commented, seeing Jungkook attempt to change with a bad arm. “there’s a lot going on right now.” 

“Tell me about it…” He sighed, continuing to slip on his shirt and slide on his pants. They removed his bandage so he only had a smaller one on the gash on his forehead. His shoulder was bandaged, his waist, his forehead. He really took a hit. Anyone else would have the sense enough to rest before trying to get up and go

“Excuse me,” The doctor that first operated on him walked in, “there are policemen demanding to speak with you, Mr. Jeon.” Jungkook’s mouth went slightly agape in disbelief, now was not the time for the police to medal into this mess.

“Okay, give me a minute.” The doctor left and Namjoon glared at the door and back at Jungkook.

“They’re probably here to talk about the accident…” Jungkook mumbled. “But, do they know about Y/n? God, I hope they don’t think she’s a suspect…” He finished dressing, then went to the sink to wash his face.

“Jin has Yoongi’s ties to the police department, he’ll do everything in his power to keep her hidden. If she’s with him she’s safe.” Namjoon tried to reassure him but he kept shaking his head, patting his face dry with a washcloth.

“If she’s with anyone but me, she’s not safe.” Jungkook was serious about that. He didn’t trust Jin, it didn’t matter if he was your brother, Jin wasn’t an ally and that meant he was a threat. “Hyung, I know we can’t afford to have you run in with the cops so you should go, I’ll get to you when I can.” This was the last thing he planned on doing when he got out of here, but it was just one milestone before getting to you—that’s how he has to think about it if he’s gonna get through this.

“Hang in there, Jungkook.” Namjoon ran his hand through his hair, he sighed at the thought of having to leave him. Namjoon pats his shoulder, his conscious telling him to sneak Jungkook out but he didn’t want to risk it— he couldn’t; Namjoon left him, he had to. After a good minute or so, ungkook watched two cops walk in, a pair of cuffs in one of their hands and a bag in the other.

He cleared his throat. “Mr. Jeon,” The man pulled out a bag with a familiar gun in it. “Do you recognize this?” He held up the gun.

He glared from the hospital bed. “I’ve never seen it before…” 

“Oh really? Well, your fingerprints have been found on this weapon. There is gun powder under your finger nails and on your hands. This weapon has been fired approximately fourteen times.” The other cop came up to him, cuffing his wrist to the bed railin, making Jungkook furrow his brows in confusion.

“You are under arrest for possession and use of a fire arm. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”


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Chicago Typewriter. The End.

I find the ending a work of masterpiece.

It was a great closure.

Ryu Soo Hyun’s Vengeance

Ryu Soo Hyun, like how both Hwi Young and Shin Yul commented before, was a firm, determined lady and was always more capable than you can expect. The moment she was released, she carried out an attack on Heo Young Min’s success party at Carpe Diem.

It is only in the final episode that I understood why a character like Baek Tae Min and Heo Young Min exist in this story. He is a character that never acknowledges his own mistakes or apologises for them. It is more important to him how people look at him than how he thinks about himself. He is always putting on a veil to portray a certain image, when we all know he is always crafting evil plans underneath and even torturing his own pet cat. 

I like that Soo Hyun personally finish Heo Young Min off. It was a clean ending for Heo Young Min. A traitor of Joseon dying at the hands of a sniper from an independence group.

Soo Hyun continued to eliminate the rest of the members that betrayed the Alliance. Madame Sophia and Shin Yul.

Like I said in a previous post, Madame Sophia and Shin Yul were both not at fault for their betrayal. They both had legitimate reasons. But during this era, there is no right or wrong. There is only a line. If you crossed it, you threatened the existence of the organisation. It is an era, where you have to suspect even your best friend when you have to. Anyone can be a spy and everyone is vulnerable. Who doesn’t have something that can be held as a threat by the enemy? Unless that person has no family, no friends and no loved ones. Therefore, every organisation would have rules that are as strict as Joseon Youth Alliance in the drama. Anyone who betrays has to pay for it with their lives. 

Ryu Soo Hyun had to kill Shin Yul. She first questioned why he betrayed the organisation. Shin Yul urged Soo Hyun not to hesitate, purging betrayers was also Sujang’s order. But she had to kill him. That’s why she died after she killed Shin Yul. She was exhausted. [On a side note, I find Im Soo Jung’s ending in MISA starkly similar to Ryu Soo Hyun’s]. 

Yoo Jin Oh’s departure

I like how the writer constructed the convo between Yoo Jin Oh and Jeon Seol in the modern timeline. They addressed each other with their old names. Soo Hyun and Shin Yul-hyungnim. They cleared everything that they had to say to each other which they didn’t have the chance to say before.

Yoo Jin Oh: Soo Hyun-ah, it is not your fault, you just did what you have to do. You don’t have to feel sinful. You have to let go and live on.

Jeon Seol: Then Shin Yul-hyungnim should do the same. Your betrayal was to save my life, Ryu Soo Hyun knew that too. Even during the moment that she pulled the trigger, she was sorry and thankful. It was to the extend that when she was crossing the river of oblivion, she kept turning back. To me, Shin Yul-hyungnim is a respectable teacher, a trustable comrade, a warm-hearted elder brother, it was thanks to you that I was not lonely. Thank you for always doting on me, thank you for being so fond of me.

Han Se Joo also said to Yoo Jin Oh that Seo Hwi Young never blamed him until the end of his life. Even though he knew that it was Shin Yul who confessed to Heo Young Min about their secret hiding place.

It was heart warming to see that the drama included the scene that Shin Yul united with his comrades in another time-space. There, Hwi Young completed his novel too. Why can’t other dramas do this too?

And he appeared in the photo! My interpretation is that he went on a time travel when he was crossing the river of oblivion. It was because he felt sinful for betraying Hwi Young, but he had to in order to save Soo Hyun. That’s why he punished himself and became a lonely ghost haunting the typewriter for 80 years. But now he’s returned, to his comrades.

“...Before You Left.”

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Bryan Cha$e X Female Reader
Request: Fluffy Bryan Imagine

Your little sister loved Bryan almost more than she loved you. You were annoyed at their relationship. She used to hate him! What even happened?

You met Bryan at the park. Your Mom had you take care of your baby sister, Hyeon Jin. You were a college student. You had recently gone through a breakup with your boyfriend, well ex boyfriend, of 5 years. The two of you were highschool sweethearts. You wanted a future with him. You wanted to marry him, have two to three kids.

That all ended. He had cheated on you, with a friend of yours. You were heartbroken. You tried to fight the both of them. You successfully fought her. You only got a few hits in at your ex.

The main person who helped you through your breakup, was your baby sister Hyeon Jin. She of course didn’t understand what you were going through. She was seven, you were in your early twenties. But she did what she could. Which consisted of hugs, drawings, and watching her favorite cartoons together.

You were walking in the park with Hyeon Jin in hand. She was skipping, making it harder to walk.

“Yah! Jinny! Slow down, you’re pulling me down.”

She stopped. “Sorry Unnie.”

It was quick for a little bit. Hyeon Jin spoke up.

“Unnie, are you still sad? He didn’t deserve you.”

“Jinny, that’s really nice of you to say, but everyone else has said and I’m still upset and everything and everyone! I just need a bit more time. Okay?”

As you said that, you bumped into a male figure.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean.” You quickly apologized.

The figure turned around and looked at the two of you. He looked familiar to but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“No big deal. It’s nice to see a mother and her daughter enjoying their day.”

Your eyes widened, as did Hyeon Jin’s.

“WE’RE SISTERS!” The both of you shouted.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Yah! Are you saying I look old?” You asked annoyed.

“Aniyo. You look very beautiful and young and-”

You blushed a deep red. You weren’t the only one blushing. He was as well. His cheeks were a darker red than yours.

“Now you’re flirting with my sister?” Hyeon Jin questioned.

“ANI! I’m sorry. I’ll shut up now.” He quickly said.

It was weird that a stranger had called you beautiful and then started blushing. He was cute, in your opinion at least. There was silence between the three of you. You were looking one way, he was looking the other. Hyeon Jin was still angry at him.

She let go of your hand and kicked his shin.

“OUCH! What was that for?” He questioned.

“You bumped into my sister, now apologize!” She screamed.

“She bumped into me!”

“Jinny, it was my fault. I bumped into him. Thank you though.”

You turned to him and scratched a spot behind your neck.

“Sorry about her. She’s a bit-”

“Protective of you? I can see. But she did really hurt me, so I think you owe me something.”

“Right! You’re completely right. I do whatever you want. Just don’t tell anyone about this.”

“A date.” He said.

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“I want to go on a date with you.”

You had been dating Bryan for almost a year now. He had changed your life for the better. Though Hyeon Jin was annoyed with him when they first met, she got over it. She still didn’t welcome him into the family.

Bryan literally had to “persuade” her to get her to like him. And it worked. Which was why her room was filled with toys. Your parents thought it was sweet Bryan was willing to buy Hyeon Jin toys just to get on her good side.

You know how really spoiled she was, so you weren’t a fan. You had scolded him before about spoiling her, but he continued to do it. If he had to be honest with himself, he loved spoiling her.

He spoiled her as if she was his own daughter. Hyeon Jin wasn’t complaining. She loved being spoiled.

Your parents were getting older. They couldn’t do everything for Hyeon Jin like they did for you. They weren’t as young as they were when they had you. You offered to take care of Hyeon Jin when they were tired, but your Mother didn’t want to pile her on you. You didn’t mind.

You didn’t hear anything from either of your parents nor did you hear anything from Hyeon Jin. So you made plans with Bryan. It had been awhile since the two of you had been on a date. He made reservations for this new fancy restaurant downtown. You even went out of your way to buy a new dress.

The both of you were getting ready as the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it.” He said.

He rushed to the door and opened it, revealing both of your parents and Hyeon Jin.

“Mr. and Mrs. L/N, Hyeon Jin! What are you guys doing here?”

“Bryan, just the face we needed to see! We were wondering if you and Y/N, could take care of Hyeon Jin for the night.”

“We’d love to but-”

“Great! See you guys tomorrow!” Your Mom said before pushing Hyeon Jin and rushing off to the car, followed behind by your Dad.

Bryan closed the door and sighed.

“Y/N, gonna kill me.”

“The two of you had plans tonight, right?” Hyeon Jin asked, laying down her back on the couch and sitting down next to it.

“Yup. And when she sees you, she’s gonna-”

“Flip, I know.” Hyeon Jin interrupted.

“They pick the worse timing.” Bryan whispered to himself.

You wondered where Bryan went. He was taking too long. You walked out of your room and into the living room to see Bryan talking to a figure on the couch.

He looked at you in fright.


“Why do you look so scared? Who was at the door? Who are you talking to- HYEON JIN!” You screamed before looking back over to Bryan.

“What did you do?!” You screamed.

“Unnie! I’m so happy to see you. The dress is pretty.” Hyeon Jin ran up to you and hugged your waist tightly before continuing. “Mom and Dad had plans to get away from a bit. They are headed to Busan and they wanted me to stay with you guys. Bryan said I could stay tonight.”

“He did, huh?”

You glared at him. He raised his hands up in defeat.

“So the date’s off I guess. I’ll go change and take my makeup off.”

You walked back to your bedroom.

Bryan put his hand through his hair.

“Look! She’s mad at me.”

“I would be too. She was really looking forward the date.”

“Stop trying to make me feel bad. I already feel as bad as I can. What can I do?”

Hyeon Jin looked up as if she were thinking, when the perfect idea popped into her head.

“Let’s go get some ice cream!”

“Yah! Hyeon Jin, what will ice cream do for us right now?” He asked the now nine year old, girl.

“Unnie loves ice cream! Maybe, she’ll forgive you if you go get her some ice cream. And maybe you can find her something to give her. I know what kind of gifts she likes. Maybe she’ll hate you a little less.”

“You’d do that?”

“Of course. I don’t want the two of you to break up.”

He walked to the bedroom and opened the door. He saw you lying on the bed, facing away from the door.

“Babe.” He called out.

You didn’t answer. He knew you weren’t asleep.

He sighed before changing into a t shirt and some sweatpants.

“I’m heading out with Hyeon Jin for a little bit. We’re going to get some ice cream, we’ll be back. I love you.”

Still no answer from you.

He walked out of the bedroom and back into the living room, to find Hyeon Jin on a phone.

“Since when do you have a phone?”

“Since my birthday.” She answered.

“You’re too young to have a phone.”

“You’re too old to be questioning me.” She sassed.

He rolled his eyes. “Let’s go get ice cream before Y/N, throws all my stuff out of the apartment and breaks up with me.”

The two of them hopped in the car. The drive wasn’t long. They walked into the parlor and sat in a booth.

“Alright, what’s the plan?” He questioned.

“What has Y/N Unnie said she’s wanted since she was a little girl but Mom and Dad never let her have?” Hyeon Jin asked him.

He thought for a minute.

“Alone time?”

“Other than that!”

His eyes widened in realization.

“A PUPPY!” He shouted.


“We’re getting her a dog to make her forgive me?”

“I clearly remember you say that you needed my help. So do you want to make the plan?” SHe sassed.

“Fine! There’s a pet store somewhere around here. But we need to get a puppy, she’s gonna love.”

They finished up their ice cream and got you some to go. The two of them headed to the pet store. As they walked in, they headed towards the puppies. There was a huge pen of them. All of them adorable.

“All of them are cute, which one is she going to love the most?” Hyeon Jin asked.

Then Bryan felt something on his leg. He looked down to see an adorable puppy staring right back at him.

“This one.” He answered lifting the puppy up.

“Oh thank you! You caught her! That’s Haru, she was dropped off at the front step. We don’t know who she had belonged to.” An employee admitted.

“We’ll take her.”

You were still in the bed. You wanted to stay mad but you knew staying mad would be stupid. It had been hours since the two of them left. You were worried about the both of them. Though you were mad at him, you still loved and cared for him. You felt like a bitch.

You were about to call him, but the front door opened. You rushed the front door.

“Bryan I’m sorry-”

“No, Y/N. Let me. I’m sorry for canceling our date.”

“But it’s not your fault-”

“Listen to me. I cancelled the date and I’m sorry. And I wanted to get you something to show how sorry I am. Hyeon Jin!”

On cue, Hyeon Jin walked in the front door with Haru. You gasped and covered your mouth.

“You didn’t!”

“I did. This is Haru. And I wanted to give her a good home, so I got her, for you.”

Hyeon Jin put Haru on the ground. Haru slowly walked over to you. You squatted down to her level. She smelled and licked your palm.

You picked her up and petted her softly.

“Haru-ah, I’ll take care of you, alright?”

You looked back to Bryan.

“You did this because you cancelled our date?” You questioned.

“That and I remember how much you wanted a puppy. But I must ask. Am I forgiven?”

“I forgave you before you left.”

A Man in the Pink Cape 7

Author: Randombtsprincessa


Chapters - 01  02  03  04  05  06

Characters: Kim Soekjin x Reader

Summary: You’ve finally had enough of Jin being absent in your relationship.

Originally posted by jiminahhh

The second hand ticked steadily down towards 3 and you winced when the minute hand finally, finally made contact with the dreaded number. It was 7:15, an hour and fifteen minutes from the time he said he’d pick you up.

You slumped down now, unable to keep yourself excited and ready to pounce on the door the minute he walked in to drag him back out.

A small bloom of hurt was unfurling inside you now, becoming bigger by each passing second before.

He knew you wanted this.

He had said he wanted this too.

Jin was late…again. For the – you didn’t even remember but you knew it was one time too many. You had kept the ‘demanding girlfriend’ far away from Jin, knowing he needed to focus on getting out of college before he could focus on you but this was getting a bit too much.

You didn’t like to be a burden, even if it was your boyfriend and it was his duty to make you feel loved and attended.

That was one thing you did not feel at the moment.

Jin had been paying you little to no time at all since last month, since the week you slept together and he had been outright ignoring you for the last week, even after his final exams and passing. He had called to give you the good news and to tell you he’d be moving out of the dorms, into an apartment quite near to yours but then there had been radio silence.

You would be lying if you said it wasn’t bothering you.

So, you had picked up the gauntlet and called him. He’d picked up, sounding warm enough and you had told him about the carnival in town, asking him if he would like to go with you.

He had sounded excited, enthusiastic and even told you to be ready at 6 so he could pick you up and take you.

You had complied.

You were sat on your couch, dressed and ready for him to fetch you but as usual as of late, Jin was absent. He was 1 hour 15 minutes late and not even a text or a call had graced your phone saying that he would be late or couldn’t make it. Even Eunji and Hana had invited you when they heard you wanted to go to the carnival, just in case Jin said no later but he hadn’t and you were eager to get some time with your boyfriend. Now, of course, he was a no show.

It was safe to say you were upset.

Now you were resigned to watch your roommate sit in the opposite chair, curled up with a novel, which was different as she sipped on some tea. She had offered you some when she saw you sitting there but you had refused that too. You wished you hadn’t. Sipping on something might have given you something to be distracted by.

“How late is he?”

You jumped at your roommate’s voice.

Duri had never once, if not absolutely necessary, spoken to you. You always chalked it up to her being shy or so in her own world that she barely noticed your presence but if she had asked how late ‘he’ was, you wondered how much she had observed.

Even as you stared, she lowered her book to look at you.

“Your boyfriend…Jin, wasn’t it?”

You could nod dumbly.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed he’s been missing out on you for a bit.” She added as she waited for you to answer her previous question.

“Um, an hour,” you muttered and she clicked her tongue, closing her book gently.

“It’s been the 23rd time, is everything ok?” she asked.

You tried not to be embarrassed by the fact that she had counted it up to that high and instead settled for horror that she had.

“You were keeping count?” you asked. She shrugged at that.

“I don’t know what happened.” You muttered.

“Who is he exactly?”

“Kim Soekjin…”

There was a pause before she spoke again, this time, her tone was different.

“From Min Suga’s frat?”

You nodded, watching her expression as it faded to knowing then just sad. It was strange. Duri never let on that she was in touch with anything besides her books, much less feelings. You wondered at what caused the change.

“Do you know them?” You asked, immediately feeling wary as her big eyes filled up and she looked at you with something that generated natural sympathy in you.

“Yes, I know them.”

You waited, leaning forward as you watched her hunch into her body and spit out the rest of the words.

“Min Yoongi is the one who took my virginity in one of his parties. He then left me in the room and told me I wasn’t good enough and he shouldn’t have brought me up to his room. He told me to get dressed and get out and then he slept with two more girls. I had a crush on him then and that shattered me. I’ve…never been with anyone after that.”

You gaped at your roommate for a bit before getting up and going over to her chair and slipping into the space left, wrapping an arm around her. She didn’t flinch and she didn’t lean into you but she cast you a thankful look nonetheless.


It was your turn to shrug.

“Have you slept with Jin?” she asked finally.

You froze.

That was answer enough for her, you suppose. You had and you knew exactly what she was going to tell you and while deep down you were hoping against everything that that wasn’t true, you had to be honest to yourself.

That thought had crossed your mind.


“You love him.”

You nodded again.

“Has he told you he loves you?” she asked, making you pause again from defending your boyfriend.

“Look, I hate Suga but I know what happened, it was my fault. Yoongi never told me he loved me, not even that he liked me. He just said he wanted sex and I was stupid thinking that by offering myself I could win his love. I didn’t. They are careful about these things. They won’t let anything binding them. That’s what frat boys are.”

You listened and while your head agreed your heart refused to believe that Jin had dated you for months before making a move. Even, he hadn’t made the move; it had been you who had jumped on him.

Could Jin really be just another frat boy?

Jin was in trouble.

Jin was in serious, serious trouble.

He glanced at his watch once before knocking on the door frantically, using his key to let himself in before noticing the figure on the couch.

Jin couldn’t help but freeze, looking at you guiltily as your moved to the small rose in his hand then back to your eyes.

“If you think I’m going to the carnival with you at,” the eyes moved to the clock on the wall, “11pm, you’re dead wrong.”

“I know, I know, I’m late, I just had to help some friend out to move out of the dorm and it took longer than I planned…”

He trailed off, knowing you weren’t buying it. Your face told him you were done buying anything he handed out.

“You couldn’t even call to tell me you weren’t going to show up.”


“Not even a freaking text,”

“Please Y/N,”

“Jin, if you’re done with me, just tell me, you could’ve kicked me out after that night together and I would’ve taken the hint you know.” You said and he stopped, frowning at you.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you being a frat boy, Jin. You slept with me and that was enough so you’re done with me, aren’t you?”

All worry left him as anger gripped at him.

“You think I was using you for sex? Is that what you think of me?” he snarled.

“I don’t know what I think of you anymore Jin. You’re never around, you don’t call, you don’t text, you can’t even say you’re busy because I know you aren’t. Are you cheating on me?”

“Of course not!”

“Then why are you never here?”

He opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out.

What was he supposed to tell you? You wouldn’t believe him anyway but he had to try.

“Listen to me, Y/N, there are things about me I can’t tell you. You just need to trust me.”

You gaped at him, gaped at his audacity, his nerve to ask that of you.

“I don’t think I can, Jin. I don’t even know if you love me.”

I do…I do very much…

You stared at his slowly hardening face before you took a step forward, holding out your hand. “I want the key back.” you said, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

He raised his hand too, fist tightening once of the key before letting it fall on your palm, along with the flower.

Without another word, he turned and left, gently shutting the door after him.

It wasn’t until the last echo of door faded that you allowed yourself to curl into yourself on the couch and wrap your arms around yourself, feeling the tears you were holding in streak down your face just as Jin sat in his car, looking at windshield for a minute before slamming both his hands on the wheel, spouting curses at himself and his cruel fate that always snatched away the things most precious to him.

Jinmin Idea #9

The guy sitting behind me on the flight is very good looking and my friend keeps badgering me to send him a picture because he is all the way in the other section of the plane. I pretended to be taking a selfie from a high angle but just as I snapped the photo, he happens to look up and OH NO HE SAW!



“No no, maybe he didn’t see… Yeah that’s it! He didn’t see! Gosh that would have been so embarrassing!”

“No, I did see…”

“I hear nothing, I see nothing, I speak nothing.”

“You’re kinda responding to me so yes to hearing, you saw me saw you so yes to sight and you just said that out loud so yes to speaking.”

“Omg no no no this can’t be happening. This isn’t happening. It’s not. It’s not.”

“It kind of is. Excuse me, could we exchange seats? my friend here is a nervous flyer. Thank you!”

“…What are you doing?”

“Giving you a better view and angle!”


“If you’re going to take a picture of me, I’d rather it be flattering.”

“…it wasn’t for me!”

“Sure it wasn’t.”

“I SWEAR! My friend at the back of the plane just wanted to see how this hot guy I was telling him about looked like and I-”

“And you?”


“Yes, yes you did. Do tell me more.”

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

“It’s cute and I enjoy cute things.”

“Please stop.”

“Let’s just send the photo to your ‘curious friend’ ok?”


“Jimin! How did you manage to take a picture of you sleeping on the hot guy’s shoulder?”


“Also, wow! how did you manage to take so many pictures of him basically directly looking at the camera without getting caught? That’s amazing!”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t take any-”

“You got caught, didn’t you? And he was the one who sent all these to me.”

“When did he?!”

“Probably while you were snoring away in dreamland while laying on those fine-ass broad shoulders.”


Is it really? you got a first class seat for your head on those godly shoulders. You should be thanking me. You’re welcome.”

BTS Seokjin reaction to you being harassed.

You were out with Jin, going grocery shopping. You were so excited because he had just got back from touring and had some time off.
   "Do you want to have some wine with our dinner tonight?“ He asked while walking with an arm around your waist.
   You look up at him, smiling. "I would love some wine.” He kisses your forehead and says, “I’ll go grab some.” “Do you know kind I like?” You ask him as he is walking away. He turns and says, “Of course I know what my girl likes!” You just laugh as he leaves to find it.
   "Hey.“ You look away from the strawberries to see a guy talking to you. "Hi. Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to be in your way.” You move away but he moves with you and got closer. “I don’t want some fruit, I want your number.”
   You were shocked by his bluntness. Trying to be polite you say, “Thank you, but no. I have a boyfriend.” You start to walk away, until he grabbed your arm and pulled you to him.
   You felt his hardness against you and started to freak out. “Get off of me!” You say while trying to get out of his grip. “Oh come on! We can have lots of fun together!” He said while kissing your ear. You felt the tears run down your face and then you were harshly pulled away from him.
   You look up to see Jin looking at you with worry and concern. He then looked at the guy like he was going to kill him, you have never seen him so angry. “You better walk away now before I call the police.” The guy just huffed and left.
   Jin gently grabbed your face and kissed your tears away. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have left you. Are you okay?” “I’m okay, it’s not your fault.” You said sniffling.
   He kisses your lips and pulled you into a hug. “I love you.” He said against your hair. “I love you too.” He pulled away and held your hand. “Let’s go home, baby.” You nodded at him, then left the store.

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Bad Influence

Group: BTS

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Your tongues swirled together and you wrapped your legs around his waist, forgetting where you were. It was your class’ free period and everyone was just talking and walking around. Meanwhile, you and Jin were making out at your desk. Well, you were sitting on your desk. The bell rang and Jin pulled back slowly. Everyone was making their way back to their seats, as he helped you down from your desk. He pulled you by the waist and kissed your lips again. You pressed yourself closer to him and grazed your nails along his neck, making him quiver. “You’re going to get us in trouble” he breathed against your lips. 

“Is that a problem?” you asked. He shook his head and his soft lips grazed over yours, sending electricity through your body.

“Everyone, sit down” the teacher said, walking into the room. 

Jin moved to deepen the kiss but you pushed him back. He smiled and sat down at the desk next to yours. You take your seat as the teacher begins writing some mathematical equation on the board. The teacher began explaining the equation and you were just…lost. Math was never your strongest subject. Feeling yourself get bored-er by the second, you cast a look at Jin who was diligently taking notes.  He looked so nerdy… and cute… and sexy.

Your mind wandered back to your earlier make-out session and you sighed. His body was so warm and his shoulders were so perfectly broad. You loved how easily you could just wrap your legs around his waist and draw him in closer. You sucked onto your bottom lip, imagining him grinding his clothed member into your soaking wet pussy, and let out a whimper.

“____?” the teacher called out. You jumped out of your thoughts and looked up at the teacher. “Ne?”

“Are you okay?” he asked. The entire class was looking at you and you smiled. “Ah, yes. I’m fine. I’m sorry” you said quickly. He gave you an odd look and then turned back to the board, engaging the students to write down another problem. God, that was so embarrassing. Earlier, Jin had called you trouble but he was really the bad influence. 

Just look at him! …with his perfect hair…and his big eyes. Oh God, and his lips. Those nice, plump, pink lips that you would love to have on your…

Jin waved his hand at you and you blinked. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he whispered. You shake your head and he raised an eyebrow.

“I’m a little…uncomfortable, thanks to you” you whispered back. He seemed confused for a second before breaking out into a smile. “Seriously?” he said, loudly.

“Jin, what is the answer?” the teacher asked suddenly. Jin quickly looked down at his paper and said the answer. It was right, of course, and the teacher just turned his attention back to the class after telling him to keep quiet. You were slightly annoyed that you were the only one that was sitting in class, horny. After all, this was all his fault! Well, his fault and your imagination’s fault.

You pulled your skirt up slightly, exposing your thigh, while Jin scribbled something down on the paper. You needed to get his attention. You knocked your pencil on the floor and Jin bent down to pick it up. You bit your finger and batted your eyelashes at him innocently, as you took your pencil back. “Thanks Jin” you smiled.

“What are you doing?” he asked suspiciously.

“Nothing.” You turned forward and felt his eyes still on you. 

You ran your finger over your lips before licking the tip. Knowing that you officially had his full attention, you brought your finger into your mouth. You closed your eyes and moaned quietly. “Stop!” he whispered harshly. Looking over at him, you smile and run your hand over your button up shirt. You undo a button and Jin turned his head, trying to focus elsewhere. You tried to see if he’d gotten hard but it was difficult, due to the way he was sitting. You moaned again, a little louder, but not loud enough to attract anyone else’s attention.

He turned to peek at you and you used the opportunity to pull your skirt up a little more. He stared at your legs and you smiled. You quickly called for the teacher and asked to go to the nurse. “I’ll- I’ll take her” Jin called out, stuttering.

The teacher looked at the two of you suspiciously but let you go. Jin followed closely behind you, trying to hid his erection from your fellow classmates. You grab Jin’s hand and pull him out of the classroom and towards the supply closet.

You pull him into the closet and back him against the door. Palming his erection, you stand on the tips of your toes and bring your lips dangerously close to his. His lust-filled eyes went to your hovering lips. “This doesn’t look like the nurse’s office” he whispered huskily. You rubbed your nose against his, building the anticipation of the kiss.

“You’re right but I thought that you didn’t have a problem with getting into trouble.” You massaged him harder through his pants and his head fell back against the door with a light thud. You unzip his pants, and pull them down before fishing out his member. He released a guttural moan as you roughly tugged on his penis. “You got this hard from watching me suck on my fingers?” you asked, amused. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth went slack as you tugged on his balls this time.

“What were you imagining, Jin?” you asked. He hated your teasing with a passion but it was the only way to get him angry during sex. Right now, you wanted him to be rough. No, you needed him to be rough. You ran a cold hand under his shirt and felt his overheated skin. “Jin?” he didn’t answer and you smiled inwardly. You took your other hand from his balls and he looked down at you immediately.

You pull your underwear down and unbuttoned your shirt. Seeing your breasts come into view, Jin moved closer and you pushed him back. “If you touch me, I am walking out of here” you said, seriously. He gave you a look but sat back and watched you. 

You pulled your bra down and began playing with your hard nipples. Jin’s hand went down to his penis and you immediately told him to stop. He reluctantly removed his hand and watched as your hand traveled past your belly button to your thigh. His eyes were glued to your hand as it went up your short skirt. You put a finger into your wetness and moaned Jin’s name, pushing his buttons.

You watched as the veins throbbed on his penis and groaned. You added another finger and Jin grabbed you by the arm. He pushed you against the wall with your back to him and pushed your legs apart. You braced your hands on the wall and Jin stood behind you. He pushed your skirt up and ran his hands over your ass. His smacked his hand down and you yelped in surprise. “Shut up before someone hears” he said, slapping your ass again. You moaned, the pain somehow bringing you pleasure. He rubbed his hands over your ass again, soothing the stings.

You looked over your shoulder and Jin gripped his member. He ran the head of his penis over your lips before positioning himself at your opening. “You really were uncomfortable, huh??” he said. Before you could respond, Jin slammed into you and you bit down on your lip, preventing the scream from escaping your mouth. He pulled out slightly and then shoved back in quickly. He picked up a fast rhythm and you moved your hips back against him. 

With every powerful thrust, you suppressed the urge to scream out his name. He grabbed your hip with one hand and reached around to rub your clit with the other. Your legs began to shake and you clamped onto Jin’s penis. He wrapped your hair around his hand, pulling your head back. His thrusts became unbearably faster and you groaned. “Ah~ Jin, yes!” you cried. Your body tensed as your release racked through your body.

Jin moaned and his hips slowed as he came into you. You turned around and pulled Jin to you, sloppily kissing him. His hands found your waist and he bit down on your bottom lip.

The door opened and the two of you froze, eyes going wide. Of course it was a teacher and two hours later the two of you found yourselves in detention.

“I knew you were going to get me into trouble” Jin said under his breath, watching the teacher at the front of the room.

“Whatever. You’re the bad influence here.” Jin looked at you and laughed.

“Are you serious? You started all of this” he laughed. The teacher looked at the two of you and yelled for you to be quiet. The two of you smiled and just sat back, waiting for detention to be over.

Heartfelt (Namjoon)

Summary: The first time you meet the witch, he steals your heart.

Genre: Witch! AU, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: N/A

Length: 7.8k words

A/N: Something to wrap up Halloween! (only a few days late). Honestly not that much angst, but there is some so I thought I’d mention it. Thanks for reading!

The first time you meet the witch, he steals your heart.

In some ways, it’s your fault; Jungkook and Jin both warned you away, and when those two agree on something, you usually take note. But you’re desperate and curious and so you find yourself on the porch of the little apartment. Yoongi had impatiently given you the address for it this morning. It isn’t what you expected. Magic is something you’ve only recently discovered, and there’s still some notion of cobwebs and owls and creepy lighting floating through your head.

This apartment is not that. A little old, perhaps, with peeling brown paint on the door, but it is otherwise clean and bright and owl-free. Your first and only clue that something is different about the small house is that the door opens under the fist you’d raised but never knocked with – and no one is on the other side.

Before that can do more than raise a goose bump or two on your skin, a mild voice issues from down an incredibly ordinary hallway. “Please come in. I’m just attending to something right now.”

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Kyouko...*leaves her and Jin to talk*



I’m sorry.

Huh? Why?

I didn’t realize. It was all in front of me. I was with her for a whole year…And yet…I didn’t realize that she was the culprit.

And because of this…If I had been more careful then you wouldn’t have let her inside the school when you make us take shelter in it. You wouldn’t have died, none of my friends would have died. I’m supposed to be the SHSL Detective and yet…She totally won. I didn’t even see it coming..!

Kyouko…No ! That wasn’t your fault ! It was mine, mine and the other teacher’s. I was the one who didn’t pay enough attention to all my students. You do not need to blame yourself !

And then I lost my memories. I forgot everything about you. I started blaming you again for everything, when you were already dead because of me. How can I…Expect you to forgive me?

That’s enough !


Listen Kyouko, I don’t forgive you. But because there is nothing to forgive. You aren’t the one at fault. You did everything you could. And I saw what happened after my death, without you…All the others kids would be dead. So you shouldn’t doubt yourself so much.

And I also don’t blame you for hating me again. I abandoned you, Kyouko. Even if I had my reasons I know that I hurt you deeply and I’m so sorry for this. But I love you Kyouko, never doubt that. I love you with all my heart, and that won’t stop because I died. This love will be with you forever. So please, don’t blame yourself like that for something you aren’t responsible of.


….Can I hug you?

*slowly nods*

*hugs her* It’s okay Kyouko, you are not alone. None of this was your fault and I don’t blame you for it. Nor do the others. They all know how much you did for them.

….Thank you…Dad. *hugs him*


Hmm…You’re welcome.