Once in a lifetime, forever in a lifetime
A/N: Right, soooo I did a thing. This is chapter 1, i’m going to write lots more, this time I really have a game plan for this fic. I can’t say it’s my best work, but I really hope, yall will enjoy it :))
Summary: Childhood friends with maknae line, coming-of-age kinda thing all the way through college, that will eventually include the hyung line as well, but i wont spoil anything for you, can get hardcore later on, i will put some trigger warnings, when i get to it.
childhood friend jimin/ platonic maknae line/ apart from jungkook/ vmin/ namjin/ hoseok x reader/ jungkook x reader/
Genre: mostly angst, fluff, some sexual connotations
Word count: 3k+
let a small, fragile hand hang from the high balcony of your room and tap with
one finger your cigarette. As you watch the ash fall down, you let the
bitterness in your mouth take over your body and you shudder from the taste of
the sheer black liquid. You never liked coffee… or smoked cigarettes for all it
mattered. But… you never really liked them in the beginning either. Yet again,
you were in this room because of them, gazing at the Eiffel tower and
the sun that was just rising behind it at the distance and shoving expensive,
black coffee down your throat in a desperate attempt to numb every other
sensation in your body. You shifted in your chair, as you threw your cigarette
away; pulled your legs closer to your body, wrapped in your blanket and you let
the soft morning breeze hit your face, taking yourself back to when itall started.
15th March 1996
You were staring out of the window. All other kids in the room were focused on writing down what the teacher had assigned to them, but your eyes were fixed on the pile of snow that was left in patches on the grass field outside and the rate at which it was slowly melting under the weak March morning sunlight. The flowers coming underneath it were small, beautiful and unaware of all of the cruelty in the world. Just like you and the focused kid beside you.
“Yah!” you jumped when you felt a pen poke you on the side and pulled you out of your morning haze. You turned around to throw an angry stare to the chubby boy with rosy cheeks grinning back at you.
“Park Jimin! That’s really, really not nice of you!” you exclaimed.
“Sorry y/n. But you were staring out of the window and not doing your assignment, again” the little boy said in a matter-of-fact tone. “That means that you’ll have to do it at home, and that” he stopped to take a deep breath, “than means, less time to play with me” he dramatically concluded and his doe eyes looked straight at yours with sincere worry in them.
You gave it a thought for a few seconds and stretched your hand towards the pen to write down the words in the black board. You didn’t want to, it was too easy and boring. But the teacher would check for it tomorrow. And you still wanted to play with Jimin before your parents called you for dinner tonight. So you gave it your best effort to spent the rest of class writing everything down neatly.
When the bell finally rang, you left the pen down and rubbed your tired eyes. It was lunchtime so you got up and started dressing up, so you could eat your food outside with Jimin. After putting on every layer of clothing your mom has assigned you to (even the identical penguin hat you had with Jimin that his mom made you for Christmas), you went outside, where the cold air was biting your exposed face. You sat at your usual place, a wooden table near the school playground and engaged into an argument whether Taehyung from your class was from Seoul or not based on his unusual and weird accent.
“I asked him, he told me he is from Seoul!” Jimin raised his apple in his feisty small hand.
“No, Jimin, you didn’t! You have never talked to him” you scoffed.
“How do you know that?” he asked offended.
“I spend every second with you and I’ve never seen you around him,” you explained.
“Aha!” you smiled at your success. “He is from Gwangju,” you concluded satisfied with yourself.
“I’m actually from Daegu” an unknown voice spoke with heavy accent, but in fluent Korean right next to you and Jimin.
Both of you turned your heads up to see a boy with wide, boxy smile and huge eyes standing next to your table with few other kids from school.
“Um…we didn’t mean to…” Jimin spoke out first. “We were just wondering…,” the boy shyly said.
“That’s okay” Taehyung said and lend out a hand in his direction. “My name is Taehyung, but you already know that” he smiled.
“Jimin” your friend said and shook his hand.
“I’m y/n” you said when Taehyung turned to you with the same gesture.
“So” the boy sat down across from you completely pushing Jimin this time. “I’m new here… so I was wondering if you would be my friend”.
Yep, Taehyung was definitely talking to you.
“Um… okay” you simply said and moved towards the middle of the bench, so you could face Jimin.
Just to be rudely interrupted by Taehyung once again.
“So would you like to play with me this afternoon?” he asked.
You had ignored it the first time, but Jimin’s glare was even more evident now.
“I usually play with Jimin after school. So no, thanks” you simply explained.
The other kid’s eyes became even wider for a second; he obviously has not been cut of so rudely before.
“Well okay.” He stood up and headed towards the playground. Right before Taehyung climbed on the slide, he shouted a “have fun with your boyfriend” and laughed.
“What an idiot” you scoffed. “Isn’t he too confident for a kid who just moved in this class?” you wondered out loud.
You looked at Jimin. His cheeks were even a deeper shade of pink than usual.
Would you like to be my friend?
This question was stuck in his head all day. My friend. But that was impossible. You were already his best friend and you played with him. Jimin felt scared in a way he had not before. At that moment, he learned the feeling of jealousy, even though he didn’t know the definition of the word.
On the way home after school he was looking intensely at you. Your small hands playing with the flowers that they have picked by the street. At your flushed face. Even at your penguin hat. You were y/n. You were his y/n. You eventually noticed hiS intense eyes and you realized he wasn’t listening to your rambling. He has actually been very quiet all day after lunch.
“Jimin?” you stopped walking “What’s wrong?”
Jimin took a few seconds before opening his mouth.
“You are my friend, right?” he asked.
You laughed with squinted eyes.
“Of course Jiminie! I am your best friend, and you’re mine, y’know?” you said still smiling at tapped the nose of the penguin on his hat.
“Forever?” Jimin asked, his doe eyes widening at the urgency of the question.
“Forever.” You confirmed and reached out both of your hands to hold Jimin’s face in your small palms, which finally made the corners of his mouth move up. A feeling of comfort and warmth spreading through his body in the cold afternoon.
You were his best friend. Forever.
And you really were best friends. All the way through elementary school and middle school. By the time you were in 7th grade, Taehyung had also joined your little group of two, making it a group of three. Even though Jimin had a hard time with him in the beginning, they eventually fell in love with each other and you, Tae and Jimin were inseparable since then. You were best friends. Just friends.
The bell rang and you were once again in a classroom, this time the kids around you weren’t 5 or 6 years old, but 14 and 15. You turned to look around the room, being torn away from another daydream of yours. Your gaze met the face of your friend talking to you.
“What?” you asked a little disoriented.
“You are so careless y/n” Yongsun sighed as she rolled her eyes.
“Am not! I just didn’t sleep well yesterday” you lied. “What were you saying?”
“I was telling you about the other day!” she exclaimed as if the other day was Christmas or something.
“What about it?” you asked with the same poker face as before.
“Well… I was going home with Youngjae, remember I told you on the phone!” she was too excited.
“Oh! Yeah! I remember” you totally didn’t.
“You know that café down the street, where everyone from school goes?” she asked and continued without waiting for a reply. “Well, on the way home, Youngjae suggested we should stop by and we sat on the table with the pretty lights. You know it right? And he bought me hot chocolate and guess what?” her voice was getting louder and louder with every spoken word.
There were a few seconds of silence, before you realized you were supposed to ask.
“What?” you tried to imitate her excitement.
She clapped her hands and almost jumped in her seat.
“He kissed me!” she squealed.
“Oh! Wow!” was all you could say.
“I know right!?!” she sighed and dramatically put a hand on her heart. “It was magical!”
You didn’t know how to react to that, so you turned back to the front and continued your scribbling in your notebook from before. Not only have you been stuck in the classroom for five hours already, but you had to hear all about Yongsun’s romantic first date, that you honestly were happy, but didn’t really care about.
The conversation obviously was not over yet, because Yongsun went closer to you as if she was about to share something very confidential with you.
“So what about you?” her eyes reflected with a mischievous glint.
“What about me?” you knew where this was going, but preferred to play dumb.
“Well, your first kiss? How was it?”
“I…” you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “I hadn’t had a first kiss yet” you finally admitted.
It was Yongsun’s turn to stare at you dumbly.
“What do you mean? The two most popular boys of the class are your best friends, every girl wishes to be you y/n!”
“Well, getting my first kiss, just isn’t my deepest wish to be honest”.
“It should be. What else could you be thinking of in 7th grade?” Yongsun wondered.
“I don’t know. I guess just… not this”.
The bell rang for the end of class and your friend started gathering her things from the desk.
“Well, you do you, y/n. I swear you are so weird” Yongsun laughed on the way out of the classroom.
You weren’t offended by her words, you knew you stand out as weird to the other girls, when you preferred to go out and eat with Taehyung and Jimin and talk about basketball with them, instead of swooning all over them or the other boys, like the rest of the girls in your class.
But Yongsun’s words made you wonder.
You stared at Jimin and Taehyung’s figures as they came closer to your part of the classroom. You couldn’t see them as “hot”. They were Tae and Chim. Your silly friends, which happened to be the opposite gender.
“Hey y/n, what are you waiting for! Let’s head home!” Jimin called you already standing by the door.
You shook your head to clear out your thoughts and soon after followed the two boys on the way home.
You swirled around your room bopping your head to the music coming from your speakers, as you ignored your mom shouting from downstairs to keep it down. You only stopped when the sound of something hard hitting your window repetitively became evident. You walked towards it and pulled your curtains just to find a boy grinning right at you through the glass. You stumbled back a little startled at the unexpected appearance, but then quickly regained your balance and reached to open the door to your balcony. The boy stepped in folded in two while holding his stomach from laughter.
“You asshole” you pushed him, which resulted in nothing since the boy was about 20 cm taller that you and much heavier.
“You should’ve seen your face” he was now wiping a tear from his eye as he battled for air.
“Real fun” you rolled your eyes at him as you made your way to the speaker to lower down the beat of the music. When you turned around the other kid was lying on your bed, opening one of your very precious and much needed snacks.
“Hey that’s from my secret supplies!” you shouted as you looked at him in disbelief
“It’s not very hidden though, you need to find a better place”.
“Don’t you have any shame?
“Don’t you? The boy smirked as he looked at you up and down. “Looking good, y/n!”
You looked in the mirror next to you and realized that you were wearing nothing more than a plain white shirt over your underwear. Well, it’s not like you had the time to dress up after your friend decided to scare the shit out of you.
“Yah! Jeon Jungkook, you pervert!” you screamed at him and jumped on the bed taking your snack away from him.
“What are you doing here so late anyway? Get out will you?”
“Why, mommy and daddy don’t know you have male friends?” the smile was now evident on Jungkook’s face.
Jeon Jungkook. The school playboy. You’ve known him ever since middle school and it was funny to you how this small boy that was so afraid from girls turned into this well-built-pretty-faced model that girls from your class, or any class really, would fall over. You hated when he got cocky with you, it made you feel like one of the girls he constantly plays over and not one of his best friends.
“In fact yes, and if they find you in my room, your face will be the one to suffer from this” you snapped at him as you took a step back.
He got of your bed and was now dangerously close to you, but you were no stupid girl. You knew him, and he knew it. That is why he was never making further moves on you, which you were thankful for. Just when he was about to make another sarcastic comment about your parent’s strict guidance system, a loud thump coming from your balcony made both of you turn away. Another boy, a bit taller than Jungkook, but also a bit more lightweight grinned at you from the floor after he somehow had managed to fall while entering your room. Then he noticed the way Jungkook had cornered you and his eyes widened and his grin got a little more devilish.
“Oh am I interrupting something” he wiggled his eyebrows, then turned his head back and shouted over his shoulder “Jiminie abort mission, we have to come back later, they were about to do the sex”.
Oh my God.
Kim Taehyung. Now the local sweetheart that was good at making friends wherever he went since birth, but when people got to know him, they realized he could quickly turn from the kind and put-together boy from your math class to a full on rascal in his free time. Still happened to be one of your best friends.
“The sex?” you heard from somewhere behind Taehyung.
“Wow, I’ve only heard of that, but never really seen it with my eyes” Jimin’s head appeared right behind Taehyung’s shoulder.
There he was. Your third idiot. Or if we speak in a chronological order, first idiot. He smiled at you, and you suddenly forgot the little pit of anger burning in your stomach from their remarks. You went to him and gave him a big bear hug, meanwhile pushing Taehyung, who had just managed to get up, back on the floor.
“Hey!” he complained. “Why does he get all the love?” he whined.
“I haven’t seen him in two months” you said still in Jimin’s arms inhaling his cologne, reminding you of the last time you saw him at the end of the junior school year.
“Well, honey, let me remind you, you haven’t seen me and Jungkook in two months as well”
“Yeah, yeah” you waved your hand at them as you let go of Jimin and laughed at their reaction.
“Anyways, why didn’t you tell me you were back?” you asked looking at them one after the other.
“We just came back actually” Jungkook said reaching over for the snack from earlier.
“All of you at the same time?” you asked suspiciously.
Jungkook, Tae and Jimin were all away that summer. Jimin went to a university trip all over Europe, Taehyung was away on a camping trip and Jungkook was visiting family somewhere in England. So it seemed quite strange to you that they have come back from all those places on the same day at the same time.
“Well, okay we came back a bit earlier today, but we didn’t call cause we had to prepare the surprise” Tae explained in a matter-of-fact tone.
“The sur-” you frowned in confusion.
“Ah yeah… by the way… happy 18th birthday y/n!” Jimin smiled at you and it took you another two minutes to realize that it was already a little bit after midnight, which meant it was the 18th of August. Your birthday.
“T-thanks, that’s… I totally forgot…”
And you weren’t lying. In the summer you often lost count of the days and even forgot to look at what date or even what month it was. And because you were born in the summer, when no one was home, you rarely would ever make parties for your birthday. It wasn’t a memorable event for you, so you were caught totally off-guard with Jimin’s announcement.
“Well, anyway, we have come to take you to your surprise” Jungkook smiled to you and this time it wasn’t the flashy smile that he showed all the chicks he wanted to impress. It was his genuine bunny-smile that made his eyes squint and that made you unintentionally grin back at him.
“So let’s go! You are eighteen now, so you can legally sneak out of the window” Tae announced and headed towards the balcony.
“Aw that’s kinda sad, ain’t it? There is no more rush from the moment kinda thing for you” Jungkook pouted as he followed Tae.
You laughed at the realization that you were the oldest, so it was still kinda illegal for the boys to be out so late at night, but still squeezed Jimin’s hand and followed him when he held it out for you. Just when you two were about to jump over the balcony, you noticed Jimin’s eyes looking down at you and roaming through your body.
“Oh and y/n. As sexy as you are, you might want to put some clothes on, if we don’t want any paychecks with the cake tonight”.
“Seriously this might as well be a planned murder,” you voiced out your concerns while carefully feeling your surroundings.
“Just chill out babe” Jungkook called from the front.
“No, seriously, who is driving, is it you Taehyung? You don’t have a license. Not only would this be an abduction. It would be an illegal abduction!” you were petrified at the actions of your friends.
“Would you just calm down, y/n? I’m driving” Jungkook said.
You had no other options, but to trust him, since you were currently blindfolded sitting in a car, which judging by our sense of speed, was going way too fast for you to be in a living area.
“Where are we going?” you asked once again, breaking the one-second silence.
“I swear y/n-” Taehyung called.
“We’re here!” Jungkook cut him off and you heard the engine of the car die down.
You felt a set of hands, grabbing your arms and leading you out of the car and towards a dark place.
You were just about to voice your concern of a murder for the tenth time, when Jimin took off your blindfold and your eyes could see the surroundings.
When you adjusted to the lights, you were speechless for a second. You were definitely out of the city, because you could see its outline in the distance. In front of you, there was a fire, a cake and a “Happy birthday” sign clumsily put in between two trees. To top it of Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook stood with party hats and party whistles right in front of all this.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!” Tae shouted and started jumping around you, while Jimin brought the cake in front of your face, so you could blow all 18-stick candles that were stuck in it.
“I’m sorry they are eighteen, we would buy the number itself, but none of us remembered to take change on the way here, so” Jimin smiled apologetically.
You were still speechless. It weren’t an emotional person, generally. Or at least you weren’t good at showing it. But right in that moment, you could almost feel your tears spilling out.
“It’s… it’s perfect” you smiled and blew the candles out.
Jimin looked down at you and smiled back. You stayed like that for a second, before you heard Taehyung’s voice.
“Hey y/n come so we can all try the cake! Jungkook and I spent all day making it!” he giggled.
“That’s why we didn’t call you earlier. We had to set up all of this” Jungkook explained.
You moved closer to where they were and sat by the fire. Jungkook handed you and piece of his cake and sat next to you.
You took a bite, and regretted immediately, but tried to hide your grimace from them, just swallowing it down together with the pain, and turning to them barely smiling.
“It’s… oh. It’s great!”
“Of course it is, I made it-“ Jungkook’s eyes widened as he turned around to spit out what he already halfway swallowed as well.
Everyone laughed and you turned around to look and the lights of Busan beneath you.
“Hey guys. I know I don’t say such things often, but” you took and deep breath. “Thank you okay and I love you. And…” you hesitated for a second. “And I want you to promise to never ever leave me, okay?”
You didn’t turn around, the embarrassment of your words, suddenly hitting you.
For a minute no one said anything, but you could practically hear the smiles of the three boys behind you.
You felt Jimin’s hand grab yours.