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Title: Parking Lot Prophet

Pairing: KSJ x Female Reader

Rating: M

Summary: Do the reasons behind the time loop matter once it's been broken?

Where’d Yoongi’s buttons go?

Title: Parking Lot Prophet

Pairing: KSJ x Female Reader

Rating: M

Summary: They beat the loop, make plans, and decide what together means when time finally moves forward. Naturally, Wednesday has notes.

Title: Parking Lot Prophet

Pairing: KSJ x Female Reader

Rating: M

Summary: YN and Jin test the rules of the loop, destroy the pieces that keep pulling them backward, and grow closer in the quiet margins of stolen time.

Title: Parking Lot Prophet

Pairing: KSJ x Female Reader

Rating: M

Summary: Jin also discovers he's reliving the same Wednesday, but going to work is not an option.

Title: Parking Lot Prophet

Pairing: KSJ x Female Reader

Rating: M

Summary: Wednesdays won’t end and a man in cheap sunglasses, that seems vaguely annoyed YN can see him at all, needs her to stick to the schedule. Somewhere between cosmic glitch and fate’s stubbornness, two people pull on a thread that refuses to let go.

Warnings: cringe star wars themed sexting from the cheating ex, secondhand embarrassment

Word Count: 57,331 Completed: 7/11/26

Jin stared, deadpan. “You should put that on a tote bag. Trader Joe’s: buy our gyoza or the world ends.”

Dennis just smiled thinly, tapped the cart twice like punctuation, and walked off without another word.

Jin watched him vanish between displays of bananas and cheap wine. He exhaled. “Yup. Definitely a cult.”

Still, he paid for the groceries. Because honestly? The chocolate did look good.

Jin was bagging his haul, still muttering about gyoza and cults, when Dennis reappeared behind him, hands shoved in his pockets.

“You know,” Dennis said casually, like they were just two guys in line at any grocery store, “some people never even think to put a little down on chance. Safer that way. But boring.”

Jin glanced over his shoulder. “Chance?”

Dennis shrugged. “A coin flip decides nothing. Paper slips decide everything.”

Before Jin could ask what that even meant, Dennis gave him a tight smile and melted back into the store crowd.

Jin stared after him, then down at his groceries. “Paper slips, huh?”

On the way home, he swung by a gas station. He slid a couple of bills across the counter.

“Quick Pick,” he told the cashier. “Just give me the regular numbers.”

A neat strip of paper printed out, warm from the machine. He folded it once, stuck it in his wallet, and muttered, “For science.”