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One Thing Right by hobios - Jungkook  🥕

↳   Arranged Marriage AU, Fake Marriage AU, Childhood Friends AU, Enemies to Lovers, Police Office AU, slow burn [8/8]

So I am adding this to every fic rec list because like RE: Untitled, there’s a lot of discoveries in this fic. It’s always a question why Sheriff Jeon will agree to a marriage of convenience (I mean he’s committing fraud in a way). So it’s wonderful to discover a lot things about their story since they had a falling out.

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Roses, Poetry, and Jeon @seraphimguks - Jungkook ⭐☕💌

↳ bookstore au, enemies to lovers-ish?, fluff, slight angst [one shot]

This is just so beautiful and it is like curling up by the window on a rainy day with a warm hot chocolate. I think in my review I said the shift to Jungkook’s POV is like seeing poetry in action. Must read and instantly a favorite of mine

Tinder 2.0 @tayegi - Jungkook 🥕 🔥

↳ sex app/room, Coworker, Enemies to Lovers, Crack, Smut [one shot]

This is kind of different from the rest of this list because it’s more crack and smuttier. The pining is not as intense but it’s there. Please give this a read too. 

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Fluff and Smut @jinggabitch  - Jungkook 

↳ smut, porn star JK, OC is a fluffer, one-sided pining [drabble]

Porn star JK is in love with his fluffer. - I remember reading this months ago and I found it so cute. Though it’s just a drabble, which means the story didn’t continue on, I got invested in this JK and hoped he gets what he wants.

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Bad Influence Collection @noteguk - Jungkook  ⭐🔥

↳ FWB AU, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies with Benefits, College, Bad Boy AU, Smut [4/?]

please click the link to the masterpost so you’ll access the very first story. Maybe it didn’t start out pining at first but the recent chapters we see Jungkook getting so affected over OC (it’s mutual but I feel at this point its more JK trying so hard not to show heart eyes 😍). Ugh, the joy I feel whenever this gets updated. Still ongoing but better start on this since some chapters are over 10k+ wc.

Hot Enough @soft-sarcasm - Yoongi  ⭐🔥

↳ College AU, Fuckboy AU, FWB AU, Yoongi caught feelings (kind of Unrequited AU), Smut, Angst [one shot]

I’ve read years this years ago and when I decided to officially have a blog, it took me months to find this. It’s just memorable because usually it’s the female catching feelings in a friends-with-benefits scenario. But here, OC actually rejected him (that’s the start of the story). Please read and find out what happens next. 

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First Love @jungnoir - Yoongi 

↳ bestfriend au, OC about to get married 

so this is sad at first because it’s only hours away from her wedding but read until the end 😍

Not Yet + Almost  @bratkook - Jungkook

↳ neighbor AU, kinda fake boyfriend (on the spot) to annoy OC’s Ex [2/?]

ahh this is cute. I shouldn’t be smiling at Jungkook’s pain but it was just so cute. It’s more of mutual pining though. The first drabble is more on JK’s while Almost we get to see OC’s thoughts. So, I guess in the third???

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Pining 101 @guklvr - Jungkook 

↳ hospital au, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, humor, fluff [drabble series] 

a collection of drabbles based on pediatricsurgeon!jk dealing with his crush on generalsurgeon!reader. Read if you’re looking for something light and humorous. 

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Sidekick @bananagukkie - Jungkook 

↳  superhero au, best friend au, fluff [one shot]

You didn’t realize that your best friend was in love with you or the fact that he was Busan’s “newest” hero.

Lifting the Veil @/fortunekookie - Jungkook 😭

↳ real unrequited love/pining, friends to lovers, smut, angst [one shot] 

so yeah I guess read this first because it sure is angsty then read other fluffy fics (like Pining 101 or Frost Impressions)

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Requiem @cinnaminsvga - Jungkook 

↳ pretend confession!au, angst [drabble]

Jeon Jungkook loves you. You love someone else. He lets you say “I love you” to him, if only so that he gets to hear it once in his life. - so yeah, let’s cry about it  😭

Unveil @nijoonie - Jimin 

↳ Arranged Marriage, Childhood Friends to Lovers

angsty tones in the beginning. Jimin is such a dear 🥺

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Best of Me @/floralseokjin - Jimin

↳ Best Friend AU, OC just got heartbroken, angst

ugh just angst all over. The ending is hopeful but still sad?

Piece by Piece @underthejoon - Seokjin x Reader x Hoseok ⭐

↳ bestfriend au, fwb au, love triange, a collection of drabbles where your love life is muddied up by two men – the one you love and the one that loves you. Smut, Angst [drabble series]

if you are not into love triangles, I think this will, well not change your mind because some people strongly dislike love triangle themes, but it’ll make the LT themes bearable. The writing is just beautiful and actually I’ve reblogged this for Hobiuary Day (one day I was on Hobi lockdown just reblogging purely favorite Hoseok fics) but I haven’t written a review or reaction yet. Read and explore their relationship dynamics 😭🥰

🌷  so, I don’ recall a Namjoon fic where he’s the one pining (usually it’s the OC). 

I had a great time recalling scenes from each fic (and what made the pining so angsty) 🥰. So, please enjoy!

Yoongi has four chances left.

Four is an even number by literal definition but he feels that it's odd. It’s a number that’s unfair and unforgiving and he just realized today how much hatred he could have for a damn digit.

Was it a smart move that he immediately asked you out two seconds after he proposed the offer of getting to ask you out for only five times? Not really. But in actuality, Yoongi would’ve thought it was the smartest move if only you accepted. Yet of course, you rejected him (he can’t blame you) and now he realized how dispensable he really is.

He’s never really chased someone per se. Never really been the type to question nor prod but he feels like he’s the nosiest being ever when it comes to you — you, who isn’t all that crazy for him nowadays.

And he understands! Yoongi truly understands where he went wrong and as much you assured him that he’s not obligated to like you back, he still gave you motive and means and that atleast has to count for something.

He’s paying the price, that much he knows. He’s filling in your shoes and even if you’ve stood countless of times next to him, only for him to look down and see how your work shoes are smaller than his, he feels like it’s an infinite void he’s stepped into.

“You know that Y/N’s my oldest friend, right? Knew her before I knew you?” Jimin asked him as soon as Yoongi spilled the beans on how his interaction went with you, adding in a half-ass apology of how he threw him out of the breakroom.

“Mhmm. Is this the part where you give me the guy best friend speech?” He snickered but he feels the worry in his tummy, not admitting to how Jimin may be younger but he can truly intimidate him from time to time.

“Close,” he chuckled, putting a spoonful of the ice cream you’ve treated him to out of the blue. “But I just want you to know that I know her the most, and I know that she doesn’t forget. Doesn’t really give in that easily. Doesn’t really budge when it’s not needed.”

Yoongi’s lips pursed at that. “How do you want me to take that?”

Jimin’s intentions are pure. Not ill, but rather honest. It’s his way of telling his friend that chasing after his other friend wouldn’t be easy. Not exactly futile but it’s close to it, having had the knowledge that when you give up, you truly give up. “You take it however you want to.”

It’s that small interaction with your closest friend that pushes Yoongi to suck up a breath and let himself be embarrassed, knowing that you’ve done it numerous times before for him.

“Good morning.”

Yoongi chirps from behind you and all the remaining grogginess from your short nap you take before opening gets detached, resisting the urge to yawn.

“Hi.”

Dr. Min tries not to smile when he sees you blink away the sleep-induced tears rapidly but he fails anyway, learning that he has nothing to hide.

His morning routines are different to say the least. He buys his own coffee now and only throws his bag when he sees you within the crowd of a staff greeting him, regardless if you’re the one who catches it or not.

He doesn’t go straightly to his office but instead he aims straight for the breakroom and if you haven’t arrived there, then he’d wait. He knows not to impose on your routine that you’ve set but there’s no harm in trying to slightly impose, just enough to make his presence known.

He waits for five minutes and tries to just casually give you his treat of the morning, just as casual as if he woke up from bed and suddenly decided to buy himself cocoa crepe cake and accidentally bought one more slice, and even more hauntingly, accidentally packaged it up in a lunchbox with your name on it so it would retain its form and coolness.

All accidental and casual of course.

Yoongi, the easy-going guy he is, puts an all too-familiar cup in front of you — something that only Jimin could know how frustrated you get when you try to find it in the chiller aisles.

"The grocery was all out of this. Where did you find it?"

He smiles to himself for yet another job well done, suddenly feeling his skin prick with nervousness when you twirl the cylinder with your fingers.

Oh god, did he give you a damaged one?

Was this not your favorite flavor of pudding?

Better yet, do you even eat it at all?

It clicks in your memory why the expiration date is familiar, the pudding obviously not yet spoiled but it's the exact one you've seen before.

"How much did Jimin charge you for this?"

It's from Jimin's fridge from the grocery trip you embarked on with him just last week ago, remembering snagging the last two packs for each of you to take home. It's routine that the both of you get your groceries together despite living apart — it's routine for him to drive the cart and chuck the items from both of your lists, and it's routine for you to check the expiration dates since he clearly doesn't.

Yoongi can't find it within him to be annoyed that you found him out so quick because the entire situation itself is humorous, sheepishly scratching his nape.

"Thrice the price, I think."

You chuckle in amusement, not entirely sure if it's because Jimin managed to sell your favorite pudding for thrice the price, or it's because Yoongi bought it despite being ripped off. "Is it worth it?"

He knows you only mean the question at surface-level but he can't help to look at it a little more deeply, shrugging as what seems to be the obvious answer.

"Well you're smiling now and you're getting a spoon, so yeah, of course. I think it's worth indulging Jimin the part-time scalper."

It's nice seeing you laugh because of him. He figures that he probably must've hurt you in ways he wasn't even aware of but he tries not to dwell on it, instead looking at you face-to-face.

"Do you want more of those?" he tentatively asks and you're clueless to how his voice became meek, putting his hands behind his back as he practices the smooth flow of words in the back of his head.

You snort at the question despite sounding like a lure, answering truthfully the moment you let the pudding engulf your tiny spoon.

"I'd actually gatekeep it if I had the chance to."

"I called around," Yoongi starts off and all the shakiness has disappeared from his voice, a solid front as he risks one of the four chances that he's entitled to. "I have this close friend who owns a restaurant. He has whole tubs of these and he said he'd give it to me for free."

Your eyes widen considerably and he takes it positively, a huge relief that he has so many connections that are seemingly in his favor each time.

"Do you wanna go to the restaurant? I'll pick it up with you so I can see too why you love it so much."

He sees you eat a spoonful with your eyes twinkling, no joke at all when Jimin swore up and down that this is your favorite. He shoves down the hope he feels because second tries don't always end up victorious because they don't even rhyme at all.

"No thank you," you hum, shaking your head. "But can I have the number of your friend though?"

Yoongi's eye twitches and he tilts his head at your reply that simultaneously involves him and not at all at the same exact time.

"For uh, f-for pudding purposes, right?"

"Gatekeeping your friend now, Dr. Min? Why, is he handsome?"

You joke but the concept of it doesn't sit snugly on his bottom lips because it weighs it down considerably into a frown, his eyebrows scowling as he thinks of a family friend with the name of Kim Seokjin.

The despair he feels is short-lived because it's replaced with annoyance, the tiniest bit of green tinting his vision. "No. Definitely not. He's unattractive. Undesirable. His only personality trait is that he's friends with me. Stop asking."

Dr. Min's answer is too blunt to the point that you find yourself coughing, looking at the cup in front of you while you talk in passing.

"I assume he's friends with Jimin. I'll just ask him then."

Yoongi snaps out of his jealousy-fueled reverie and he physically shakes the thought away from his mind, mumbling at first. "What? No, no, don't do that. I'll just-" he feels for the car keys in his pocket, making a mental note to drive to the restaurant right after closing.

"I'll bring it to you myself tomorrow. No need to ask for his number."

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Hoseok has no interest and didn't really mean to, but he thinks he's unconsciously memorized and met the entirety of all the personalities that the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator could ever come up with.

He thought it was stupid at first but now that there's been five separate clients who went to the front desk to ask for some more magazines while in reality, they were just chatting him up in attempt to have their slot moved earlier, it's not all so stupid anymore.

What he's been doing is giving the same magazines each time with a different page opened, all with a customer service smile saying that it was new.

"Do we have a lot of patients today?"

He almost grits his teeth at yet another client but he's relieved when he looks up and it's just Yoongi, lazily leaned against the counter with a bored look on his face.

"Yeah, like a hoarde. I don't think I'd even be able to use my phone in-between."

"You use your phone during your shift?"

Hoseok merely scoffs despite being flustered that he just admitted to his boss that he's not all that attentive and uses every second of his time in using Excel and arranging patients' charts.

"No you use your phone during your shift. I don't know what you're talking about."

Yoongi doesn't add onto such a childish remark from his childhood friend that only calls him Dr. Min when there's actual people around, unbothered enough that he diverts the conversation smoothly.

"Is Jimin in? All the other doctors are here too?"

"Of course he's in. Of course all the other doctors are in," Hoseok furrows his brows and stops typing on his keyboard that's greased up with his hand sanitizer. "Yoongi you literally own this place why do you — this is routine already. What's with you?"

"Nothing," the guy in question huffs, crossing his arms as he pathetically throws back the question. "What's with you?"

Hoseok's clueless on why Yoongi's chatting him up in the front desk when it's clear that the clients in the waiting room could clearly see their doctor doing everything else besides accommodate them, a little lost for words.

"Long queue for me?"

He exhales at how Yoongi still won't budge and leave his front desk, definitely certain now that once the doctor leaves, he'd be hounded again by impatient clients.

"You have the longest one today. Beat Jimin only by two patients more," he mumbles, making it the official verdict for the little competition that the two owners and main doctors have of which would get the more clients.

"Cool, cool," he's only slightly amused by his win of the day because it's clear that his mind's in other places, looking at his back slyly before turning to Hoseok again. "Assign Y/N only to me today."

His secretary actually deadpans at him as if he's not surprised at all but still insulted nonetheless. "But the clinic's busy," he motions to the hoarde of people that are a mix of appointments and walk-ins. "All the nurses are free game to the doctors because it's hectic."

Yoongi sucks in a faux gasp, motioning to Hoseok to come close to him so he could whisper.

The younger guy rolls his eyes but he knows that Yoongi won't leave him alone until he doesn't, begrudgingly coming closer across the desk.

"I own the clinic."

Hoseok gasps lewdly to indulge the guy, making him roll his eyes in return. He beckons him back closer so he could cup his hands around his ear, eyes wide to make it look like he's never been more serious of anything in his life.

"Do you want me to buy you a collar so you could wear it for Y/N?"

Yoongi would've smacked Hoseok at the back of his head if only you hadn't made your appearance known at the front desk with a frantic gaze, making him straighten his posture immediately.

Hobi smiles at you like he always does and you wave at him before you speak to Dr. Min, unnerved at the daggers they send to each other during the split second you looked away.

"Doc where have you been? Ms. Seri keeps looking at her Rolex."

Right. Seri, of course. Yoongi's reminded of why he came out of the procedure room in the first place with the excuse that he's getting the materials even if you've already brought in the cart.

He's reminded of how he's the best in the game and that's why Seri, his ex-wife's nosy best friend that's just dead-set on dipping her heels in every occasion, was awkwardly left alone with you in the procedure room until you had to excuse yourself because Dr. Min's taking too long.

He walks lethargically back into the room and you have to slow down your pace every now and then because it'd be rude if you walk ahead of the doctor, even if he's intentionally taking ages to stroll.

Botox on the forehead. Enclosed room with Seri and Y/N. Less than twenty minutes.

Yoongi inhales to soldier through it all, carelessly opening the door to see the immediately inquisitive gaze of Seri who looks more than excited to see him again.

"Disinfectant, please."

He wastes no time into making Seri lie down to get it all over with, making you fumble for the pad as you swallow down the guffaw when Dr. Min cleanses the area a little more vigorously than needed, seeing the pinkness that's blooming on Miss Seri's glass skin.

She hums at it but Yoongi knows that she already has a question blooming underneath her tongue, only a matter of seconds before he's cornered.

"How's Jihye?"

There it is.

If you're shocked to hear the name, you definitely don't show it because you barely even flinch. You only have an inkling of who's connected to who, but you don't have the faintest idea how Miss Seri's closely related to Miss Jihye as a token nosy friend.

If Yoongi's annoyed to hear the unnecessary mention of his name, he definitely shows it.

"Marker, please."

He only bites gently as he looks at you with worry that you can decipher, a look that baffles you for all the wrong reasons because he looks apologetic even.

He quietly marks Seri's skin as you hand her the mirror to observe, only leaning back slightly to see the symmetry. It's quiet besides Seri's hums, the default explanation Dr. Min has to do when it comes to botox not being uttered because the girl already knows it enough for the amount of times she's been in this chair

"Jihye and I are divorced now, Seri. You were like the third person to ever know."

He's met with a knowing chuckle because she was indeed one of the first people to ever know, knowing that he wouldn't be surprised at all when someone tells him that she was the one who leaked the news to the press because it's not far-fetched at all.

Seri's more than satisfied with the markings, handing you back the mirror. "Jihye's single. You know that right?"

"Numbing cream, please."

Yoongi isn't interested at the slightest bit and it shows with how his eyes look sleepy, his hand waiting for you to hand him the container as he doesn't even chuckle at the unwarranted input of his patient.

"Hmm, she is? Good for her," he sing-songs but it sounds the furthest thing from entertaining, feeling compelled to slather on a whole lot of cream to the point Seri wouldn't even be able to feel until the next month.

It's clear that he's annoyed and there's no point in covering it up. Even when he was still married, he was already long-annoyed at Seri who does exceedingly well in trying to get under his skin.

She's annoying and he doesn't even know why Jihye still keeps her around. It's not pity that he feels in extension for his ex-wife, but it's just pure-hearted annoyance.

"There's this gala next week, did you know? Jihye's invited and she's also entitled to a plus one," Seri hums proudly even if unprompted. "Not every guest is privy to that."

"Syringe please, Y/N."

Yoongi ignores her all the more as he cusses infinitely in his mind because of all the times he had to cater to who happens to be his ex-wife's friend, it just had to be you who's his assistant.

Yoongi from ten minutes ago would've been happy as he requested specifically for you to Hoseok, but the present version of him wants nothing more than to usher you outside so you wouldn't have to be in the same room and endure a conversation such as this.

"I know there's a gala next week because you're not the first party-goer I've given botox to today," he mumbles as he injects, unblinking when Seri winces slightly despite the numbing cream.

"All the plus-ones are screened beforehand, you know that," she emphasizes and it hurts Yoongi right where it hurts, reminding him well-enough the times he had to walk the red carpet with the woman he doesn't want to do anything with. "Whether they walk the red carpet or not, you can't just bring a random person in there."

Yoongi can sniff from a mile away what Seri's intention is and it frustrates him to no end, a groan brewing at the back of his throat.

"You're trying to get me and Jihye back together and it's a no, Seri," he says it so sternly that it intimidates you even if it isn't directed at you. Yoongi only leans away briefly to cover the next area, looking up at you for a fraction of a second before he injects again. "Besides, my eye's set on someone special already. Lay it off already."

He takes his eyes off of you even before you could register what he said, the blankness in your face wavering at the slightest.

"Is she a model?"

"She could be if she wanted to."

"Dating already?"

"No," he answers straightly and with the way he sees Seri's lips curve as she probably has the intention to relay this to his ex-wife and 99 others, he regrets that he even gave her numbing cream in the first place. "Not yet, atleast."

"Ah, so you're single," she exclaims, her forehead once again being harshly cleansed to remove the markings but she champions through it. "And so is Jihye."

Yoongi reclines the chair suddenly that it almost has Seri recoiling in surprise, removing his gloves to discard them as he points to the door.

"Goodbye, Seri."

Miss Seri rolls her eyes and spares you a glance with her lips pouted as if to get you on her team, directing his gaze to Yoongi one last time to silently signal to you that there must be something wrong with him.

She leaves the procedure room without so much of a fight and it leaves you in the room alone with Dr. Min who's gone silent, sitting on one of the chairs with his brows furrowed in deep thought.

"I'm sorry for that."

It piques your attention instantly because you don't grasp it fully, tilting your head in question. "Why are you apologizing?"

He hangs his mouth briefly, glancing up at you with an inquiring gaze of a puppy who's pondering in misplaced remorse. "Are you mad at me?"

"I have no reason to be mad at you."

You say truthfully as you wipe down the chair, alarming Yoongi slightly because it seems to him that you don't care at all and it worries him to no end.

"A-are you sure?" he asks once again, eyes widening while he tries to look for the barest shift of attention in your eyes.

"Why would I be mad, Dr. Min? I'm not childish to throw a tantrum over your own personal affairs."

Your own personal affairs.

He doesn't know why the mere fact you've stated affects him more than it should. Better yet, it probably wasn't even a dig at him. It's just a casual answer that involved the truth and he's getting butthurt over it because he thought it would affect you.

"Y-yeah. You're right."

He swallows the lump on his throat and he feels the burst of proactiveness in his chest, lips curling as he tries to catch your gaze one more time.

He didn't plan on asking today but he just felt it in the back of his head. He's not entirely sure if it's appropriate for the moment, but it prods at his mind to try.

"If you're not mad, then would you go out with me tonight? I'm closing the clinic at five o'clock exactly."

"No," you chuckle in amusement at the suddenness of the question. "I'm not going out with you, not because I'm mad."

Yoongi tilts his head because this is the rejection he feels for the third time wherein it hits a little closer to him for each attempt that he tries, waiting for your answer still even if you wouldn't reverse it.

"Busy tonight. I need to look for a gown."

"A gown? What for?" his interest grows in your admission, straightening his posture as he knows you're bound to finish cleaning up any second now. "I can come with. I don't complain when there aren't any chairs in the shop."

You only humor him with a snort, exiting the procedure room without waiting for him.

"Next patient, Dr. Min."

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Jimin didn't really know what to do this weekend.

He made no prior plans and his rest day remains unmarked and untouched. He doesn't have the slightest clue on what he should do today, but he knows for sure that this isn't something he'd think about in the first try.

"Hang out with me."

Yoongi says as he's sitting on the other end of Jimin's couch, sprawled while cuddled up to a throw pillow because after all, it must've been exhausting to invite himself over to his friend's house and decide to spend some time with him.

"You already came over, we're already hanging out."

He isn't entirely sure if what he's seeing is correct because as far as he knew, he was the clingier out of the duo. He's the one who comes over to Yoongi's place and buys all the snacks — not this. Not the other way around.

Yoongi must've probably picked up a theme along the way too because he came over wearing matching pajamas and made and off-hand comment of how Jimin's sleep shirt looks ratty, therefore making him change into a set. They're vaguely matching at this point and Jimin just badly wants to know what the hell is going on with his friend's mind.

"No we're not. We're just sitting together on a couch after I had to see you struggling to mirror your phone to your TV."

Yoongi's clingy and if he's entirely being honest, he didn't want to be lonely tonight. Watching replays on his phone didn't satiate him enough and you're not asking him out to go do something in the weekends, so he resorts to the next big thing — crash at Jimin's place so he wouldn't feel alone.

The host huffs because he struggled for atleast ten minutes to mirror his phone, giving Yoongi more than an eyeful of his recent searches and all the photos he's took with neighborhood cats outside the clinic.

"I think your definition of hanging out revolves around talking about Y/N."

"N-no it's-" he stammers over nothing but he gives it up when he's shot with a look that he doesn't sound believable at all, "that's justified."

Jimin decides to let it go because Yoongi dodges the topic of you altogether, probably too sheepish to admit that he only has two tries left and he hasn't made you agree even once, but he knows it nonetheless.

It wasn't embarrassing; if anything, it's adorable. He knows that Yoongi's never the one to chase and it's a little heartwarming to see how determined he is.

Yoongi moves his hair out of the way that's become longer, the blonde being faded at this point. "Why are we watching the gala livestream anyway?"

That gains the younger one's attention instantaneously because he just about remembers to rant, dropping the chip back to his bowl because talking would be the first priority at his list.

"Remember Soyeon?" he asks and the image of the petite celebrity flashes on Yoongi's mind, making him nod. Jimin's relieved to know that they're on the same page because otherwise, he wouldn't have someone to share his sentiment with. "Gave her a rhinoplasty a week ago and I explicitly told her that it would bruise. Like I literally just removed the splint yesterday."

"Yikes," Yoongi winces at the mental image, knowing that the bruising that comes with it isn't subtle at all. "Do you think her team managed to cover it up?"

"The nose? No. Definitely not. She didn't want me to do it subtly," Jimin snorts as he takes a swig of his beer, swallowing bitterly before continuing. "But the bruising? I really wanna see if they did good."

Yoongi turns his gaze to the huge TV in front of him (this has to atleast cover half of Jimin's electricity bill) and sees the numerous faces walking the red carpet, recognizing some of them yet not really all that amazed.

"Mhmm, they really need to pack it in with a sponge. That's gonna take a lot of pressure, especially with the layers they'd need."

He sees people walking left and right and Yoongi's struggling to find interest within it all, only keeping his eyes on the screen to look out for Soyeon because he wants to dish in it too.

His eyesight's clear without the need for prescription glasses yet he feels as if he's being deceived by his own self, unsure if he's even happy to have quite such the skill to spot you in a crowd.

"Is that Y/N?"

The words tumble out of his mouth before he could contain them and he finds himself standing immediately to get closer to the screen, making Jimin fumble for his glasses and do the same.

It's not before Jimin cusses and jabs his finger to the screen that he realizes that it's unmistakably you. It truly couldn't be anyone else and seeing the person right beside you, as much as Yoongi wouldn't want to see him, he's certain that it's you and not anyone else.

"Holy shit."

Jimin's voice borders surprise but he's not in disbelief. He's laughing and chuckling to himself while Yoongi just stays rooted to his position, mouth dry and eyes glazed at the same time.

It's truly you and you're gorgeous in your gown that's silky yet glitters underneath the light. It's clear that you own it right away with how Yoongi knows no one could even come close to giving it the same justice as you.

You're dashing even if the livestream isn't the clearest and it's when you walk away from the red carpet that he's reminded of who you're with, the guy he's seen before wearing a suit that fits the theme of what adorns your body.

"Taehyung's her ex-boyfriend, right?" Yoongi clears his throat and crosses his arms, looking down on his feet as he retreats back to the couch. "What's she doing there with him?"

Jimin looks as shocked as Yoongi is but he doesn't feel conflicted at all. Unlike him, his mind's at peace and it isn't straying to the fact that you're with your ex-boyfriend in a gala that's filled with prying eyes and with no context at all.

Yoongi's no stranger at all to the public eye but something in his stomach just churns that in the first moment you're out there, it had to be with Kim Taehyung the model — Kim Taehyung, the ex-boyfriend.

"I don't know, she told me at first that she wasn't sure if she'd be accompanying him."

And it's true that you've mentioned it in passing to Jimin as you asked him if he knew of any shops with gowns that wouldn't break the bank, with its main purpose only for you to serve as a plus one.

"You knew?" he asks his friend and it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth because he feels like he's the only one who didn't expect you to be there. "You knew that he asked her out?"

Jimin realizes the gravity of the situation but he knows there's no real heat to the inquiry behind Yoongi's wavering voice, avoiding his gaze as he plops himself back to the couch.

"Asked her out to be a plus one... yeah."

"Great," he nods once, looking down on his beer that's just as bitter as he is. "That's great."

It's a tense silence that engulfs them both and Jimin, clearly the one who's suffocating in it, doesn't even know his way out. He's just about to add in a little explanation of how he came to know but he's interrupted before he even gets to open his mouth.

"You know this Taehyung guy?"

Yoongi looks at his knees and he doesn't realize that he's bouncing one, drumming his fingers on his thigh in a tune he can't place.

"Not much, but yeah. She introduced him to me before she introduced him to her parents."

Jimin's only attention in adding the last bit was his fondness because you trusted him enough to be the first of your loved ones to know, warming at the thought that he matters to you in such a way.

But god, in the way Yoongi seems to even dive deeper into his blooming insecurities, he wishes he hadn't.

"Does the press know? Do his fans — do people know?" his voice hushes, "do they know that they're exes?"

It's a valid question born out of curiosity. Anyone who knows you and Taehyung remotely would dare to ask.

"Not sure. They dated even before Taehyung got famous," Jimin somberly answers, meekly scratching the back of his ear. "But after this appearance? I'm sure it won't be long before someone digs something up."

It's a coarse silence that even the bitterness of the beer Jimin kept in stock at his fridge isn't enough to corrode it. All he sees and feels is Yoongi who keeps looking at his hands, his unsureness towards himself reeking.

"Right. Of course."

Yoongi brings his phone and texts you silently when Jimin's attention gets whisked away with Soyeon's appearance on the red carpet, only taking a brief look to see that the bruising on her nose wasn't color-corrected at all.

He thinks little of his dignity because he figures that none would be deducted from him at this point, seeing to it that he's compromising on asking you out even if it's not exclusive to only the two of you.

"Are you free tonight? I'm with Jimin right now and I cooked dinner enough for three. Come hang out :)"

He looks at the screen and Jimin, oblivious to his turmoil, points to where you are at the screen. You're already out of the red carpet but you're visible nonetheless with the wide-angle view of the livestream.

Yoongi could only wait.

You're buzzing with unknown adrenaline from having so many people's attention to you all at once that your shoulders sag in relief once you and Taehyung exited the stream of flashes, the puff of fresh air without being crowded by dozens of media in front of you hitting especially.

"You're my hero," Tae sighs in relief as he puts his hand on the small of your back, "and my hero's phone vibrates so loud that it's making my knee tremble."

He pulls out your phone from his pocket because the free clutch that came with your dress could barely fit your hand, handing you the device from the roomy pocket of his dress pants.

Apparently, you're now his hero because you agreed when called you desperately in need. His manager was forcing him to get a plus-one to the event and coincidentally, you were the first person Tae thought of.

He didn't want to be linked to yet another rumor and he instead just decided to call you in hopes you would agree, even if it was a gigantic favor he was asking from you. You're low-key and unproblematic and most important of all, he's comfortable with you! He didn't want to spend the night of what seems to be an important gala with someone he barely knows.

You're his ex (but they don't need to know) and what someone could say a close friend. It's wholesome. It's heartwarming. Warrants no unnecessary hounding from the press.

You open your phone and Yoongi's text is the first thing that greets you. It's sudden and you don't know what to make of it that you even subtly try to look around to see if he's here somewhere, regardless if he's with his ex-wife or not.

It throws you off your rhythm for a short while but you recover, typing in a quick reply before you shove your phone back to Tae's pocket.

Yoongi watches the livestream until he feels his phone vibrate, sinking into the cushions right when he sees the last sliver of you before the stream was taken down due to a report.

"can't :( i'm doing grocery shopping rn"

( ♡ )

There's a weight on Yoongi's chest that he can't put off.

It's a weight on his chest that he can't remove and it comes in the form of the questions that he formulates inside his head, already out in the open since he can no longer keep them burrowed.

He asks it with little to no urgency, honestly. He's curious but it's in the definition of defeat — asking Jimin as his last resort.

"Why did you not do anything when you knew that Y/N had a crush on me?"

The two of you knew Jimin as someone who had a knack for meddling; meddling in the definition of just teasing the boundary yet not actually intervening. It was his way of reminding the other that he knows it's there and although he won't exactly do anything, it doesn't mean that he's clueless.

In all honesty, Jimin's a little choked up at the question because first of all, he's still surprised that Yoongi came into work because he's figured that since last night of you being involved with Taehyung, he needed a breather of some sort.

Although Yoongi doesn't meet his eyes, Jimin knows he's no longer dancing around the topic. No longer dancing around the subject of you because it's out in the open that he wants you and is hurting.

"It's conflicting on my part. I kinda always wanted to play cupid for the day Y/N had like a legitimately huge crush," his voice gets sheepish, "but when I learned that it's you, I uh, I just didn't know what to do or how that would even go."

Yoongi understands it — not fully, but he does have the faintest grasp.

"Is it because of Jihye?"

"Yeah, kind of like that too," he swallows because if he thinks just far enough, he'd recall the day when he stood as best man at his friend's wedding, never having anticipated that Yoongi would end up loving someone he's closely familiar with all this time. "I just wasn't sure that you'd like her back so with me being neutral, in a way, I'd get to save you from the inconvenience and save Y/N from the heartbreak."

The wording is what makes Yoongi look up, his eyebrows furrowing in genuine confusion as he corrects him.

"Y/N's not an inconvenience to me."

He says it with much sternness and he internalizes it in entirety because it is true. You're the furthest thing away from being an inconvenience to him and it's only now that he realizes how he's made you feel like it in the start.

In a way, Yoongi loathes himself because he didn't take the time to look at you for a second longer.

He didn't allow himself to feel the warmth of the coffee you used to give him every morning for a second longer than necessary, and he didn't even utter a single thanks whenever you'd give him what he requested of you.

It hits him in a way he can't explain because as he peers down on the article on his phone, the very one with you and Taehyung in the thumbnail, his arm felt like giving out when he showed it to Jimin.

HE'S GLOWING: How could Kim Taehyung not when his mystery plus-one is the humblest yet brightest in the room?

Jimin's mouth dries when he sees the fuel to Yoongi's insecurities in the form of an article, skimming past the words before he hands it back to him with the screen turned down.

"Did they make a good couple?" Yoongi pipes in, simply curious with no malice behind his question. "They fit right together, don't they?"

Although Jimin already turned off his phone, he finds himself turning it back on again, being met with the thumbnail that glares at him in high-definition.

He sees Taehyung's hand around your waist and he realizes that it's probably because he's slotted it around too many times before that it feels like muscle memory to do so.

That Taehyung's hand probably made a home out of your waist and takes solace in everything else because after all, you have a history that's undeniable.

You have a history and you're still with him in a way, even if it's not of a lover's concern.

"Yoongs, don't do that."

Jimin scolds him the longer he looks at his phone to the point that he's snatched it out of his grasp, no longer wanting to see his friend bring himself down.

He allows it, staying silent. "Namjoon's in cardiology, right?" he thinks of the familiar face he's seen a couple of times when they were still serving in the hospital. Jimin nods mindlessly but he didn't expect an answer directly.

"Good. I need him to make all these pains stop."

Yoongi thinks it's pathetic of him that there's tears forming at the corners of his eyes, thinks it's even more pathetic that he doesn't even try choking them back down.

"Do you think Y/N will like me back?"

"Yoongi."

He exhales at the sound of his name, nodding to himself before he goes out of the room because his large office seems to close down on him. "You're right. I shouldn't ask. I'm putting you in a tough spot by doing that."

He leaves even before Jimin can squeak, the words he couldn't utter because the one who was supposed to hear them is already put. Yeah. I do think Y/N will like you back.

Yoongi's been working in a daze the whole morning that he breezes through clients and doesn't even realize it. All he knows is that he feels overwhelmingly small and unlike himself and he couldn't bring himself out of it.

It's been his habit to go to the breakroom to linger around you that regardless if you were in there or not, he'd stay there during lunchbreak instead of eating out. His lunch routine would be ordering in and getting you your own meal.

It's engraved into his mind to the point that he barely realizes that when he goes to brew his second coffee of the day, you're already sat on the couch — only sinking in that you were there when he hears you muttering to yourself.

"Hi, Dr. Min."

His mouth is slightly agape to see that you've been there the whole time, bringing down his mug as he acknowledges that you're alone in the room with him.

But the words form on their own accord, and he means it wholeheartedly.

"You looked pretty last night."

To say that you're shocked would be an understatement because you gulp before you know it, eyes widening in realization.

"H-how did you-"

"Jimin gave a rhinoplasty to one of the attendees just a week ago and he wanted to have an I told you so moment with the bruising and all that," he easily explains, giving his coffee an extra stir. "You're also kind of in articles."

"I am?" your head tilts in confusion of why there'd even be articles about you in the first place, the individual you accompanied enough of a reminder to make it dawn on you. "Oh, right. Taehyung told me that would happen."

Dr. Min merely smiles in reply and the lack of a retort keeps you alert, unused to the calm look on his face especially after the mention of Taehyung's name.

You twiddle your thumbs together and the sight of Yoongi like this undoubtedly worries you, the urge to get to the bottom of it overpowering you.

"Are you mad?"

"Why would I be mad at you?"

Yoongi chuckles at the ridiculous question, the abruptness of it enough to make him amused.

"Because I lied to you," you piece together the text he sent you out of office hours, right when you were out of the red carpet. You didn't question it at first but now it boggles your mind, the slightest bit of guilt being planted at the back of your mind.

He shakes his head no, sincerely meaning his sentiment that he isn't mad at you at all.

"You're not indebted to me. You can do whatever you want, I have no right to be mad."

He thinks about how the article's right and how he barely even focused on anyone else that attended just because whoever wrote it knows just how much you shone that night.

He's lost in his thoughts but he keeps stirring his coffee in the corner until there's bubbles at the top with how much he's been doing it, giving you your space.

"Are you upset?"

The question leaves you before you can even process it and oddly enough, you don't regret asking.

"I am," he admits, "but I shouldn't be."

Yoongi has a weight on his chest and he doesn't know how to relieve it at all. He doesn't know how to move around it nor how it even got there in the first place but his palms move automatically, digging into his eyes as he inhales shakily.

"I'm sorry for springing all this to you. God, why am I even sniffling? Sorry, my mind's just a little cloudy right now."

The sight of him being distraught tugs at your heartstrings in a way you've never felt before, a whimper bubbling at the back of your throat.

Yoongi gathers himself enough, just enough to utter his own words without his voice wavering or his eyes watering.

"Please let me down gently."

He knows he basically has no hope at all and he's really trying to come into terms with it. He deserves the pain, he thinks. He's selfish, that much he's sure of, but he pleads that this would be his last time being selfish as long as once you reject him for the final time — it'd be gentle.

"I haven't used my last chance yet and I don't want to expect anything but please, if you're gonna reject me," and the bitter part of his brain thinks you really should, "please go easy on me."

It's a watery silence between the two of you, only being broken when you can't hold yourself back for much longer.

"I haven't used my last chance either," your voice alone brings Yoongi back down, piquing his undivided attention while he tries to make sense of your words. "Do you wanna grab lunch with me right now? Just down the street."

Yoongi's breathless once he realizes the weight of your words, a sudden clarity to his gaze that he nods surely.

"Of course I would."

His voice is still croaky but he clears it to the best that he can, rocking himself back and forth with his feet in place.

It all feels too real when it's just the two of you alone in the breakroom, only a few feet apart but just as close in intention.

"Dinner later? I bought new pots and pans just last week."

The interjection of him using up his last chance to somehow sneak in there that he has new kitchenware makes you giggle, nodding eagerly.

"I'd love that."

"O-okay."

Yoongi knows that he's abandoned his coffee long before he even realized you were in the room, putting his hands at his back as he sheepishly looks at you for what exactly you're going to do next.

"Lunch?"

It's nice. It's more than nice to walk out together side by side. You're toeing around each other when it's clear that the both of you've attempted to cross the boundary for ten times combined, yielding to each other at the last try.

Yoongi tries not to trip on his feet but his eyes widen just the same when he realizes that people are walking with coats and you're not as toasty warm as you'd like with the heating of the clinic, his hands fumbling to make action.

He shrugs off his white coat and stops you at the middle of the street to put it on you because merely draping it on you wouldn't do much justice.

"I don't want you to shiver."

He explains without meeting your eyes but he knows there's warm smile that's been established already, shoving his hands to his pockets as he clenches them out of excitement for yet another tiny victory.

Yoongi feels your hand on his arm, making him peer at you with a curious gaze but he tries not to breathe at all as he walks, too enamored with the way he feels secure.

Dear Diary,

You know how Jimin asked me if I think one should confess in case they develop feelings for someone they're very good friends with?

Yeah, it has been a whole month since that. A whole month since, I got hopeful thinking he might be talking about me. A whole month, since my brain, just seconds later, asked me to get my shit together because thinking so, would only cause heartbreak. A whole month, since my brain and heart have been playing this tug of war, where my brain asks my heart to not be a stupid bitch and my heart asks my brain to not be a cynical asshole.

So far, the tug of war has only caused me to feel exhausted, while my heart and brain seem as energetic as ever, still going at it with full force.

Which is why I don't know what to do. I mean, I know what I should do but don't know know how to do it. Had it been anyone else, I would have simply adviced them to confess. Taking so much stress and overthinking this much is not going to do anyone, any good. But that's the issue, sometimes we don't listen to our very own advice.

Everytime I think of confessing to him, it scares the shit out of me. What if he doesn't feel the same and the whole friendship gets ruined? What if he feels disgusted by the idea of being with me? What if he thinks of me just as his little sister or something? Getting sis-zoned would surely hurt way more than getting friend-zoned.

But there is this other part of me, which wonders what if he feels the same? What if he likes me and has feelings for me? What if he has not confessed because he is just as scared as I'm?

Then again, everytime I think along these lines, my brain just....argh.

You know what? Fuck it. I can't take this anymore, geez. I'm confessing.

As you approach your desk, you spot a mug of coffee with a note attached to it. Smiling, you take a look at what's written on the note, knowing very well who it is from.

Here's a cup of coffee because I know you'll need it. Also, all the very best for today, you'll do great :)

Your heart skips a beat as if it's smiling big and just urging you to go and find Jimin right at this very moment and to let him know of your feelings. Him remembering about your very important meeting, which you had rambled about to him, nervously, making it all the more difficult for your heart to not just combust at the spot.

You find it absurd and funny that you were so scared to confess to him for so long, but as soon you made your decision, you have been feeling this intense rush to just let him know. You don't know why that's the case. It might be because, you'll finally feel lighter and will know what to do with the feelings that have been there for at least two whole years or maybe it's because you just want him to know that you love him, because he deserves nothing less. His sweet little gestures only make you fall for him more.

As you glance at the note, you decide to shoot a text to thank him.

You: Thanks for the coffee 😋

You're about to exit the chatbox when another thought pops into your mind.

You: meet me at the cafe outside during lunch?

If the meeting goes the way you hope it does, you'll confess at lunch.

The meeting went exactly how you had planned for it to go. Everything worked out smoothly and the authorities were quite impressed with the presentation you had made. All of which, are currently making you feel confident about yourself.

Taking a glance at your watch, you find there are only five minutes left for lunchtime. Quickly taking out your phone, you check if Jimin has replied to your texts. Thankfully, you find out that he has.

Jimin: Hush hush, it's not a big deal Jimin: yes, sure but here's to hoping that the place isn't too crowded during lunch😬

Jimin: All the best, you'll rock 👍

The last message, which he had texted just five minutes before your meeting started, makes you chuckle at the absurd choice of words. Nevertheless, you guess you did rock.

Now you can only hope, that you don't chicken out after seeing him. There's a difference between imagining it in your mind and doing it. You're scared that the moment you see Jimin's smiling face, your heart will do the regular and skip a beat and make you nervous as fuck.

Yep, you can very much imagine that happening.

This is why as you head towards the cafe, you practise your lines and imagine the scenario in your head.

Hey, Jimin, this is a long time coming but I like you. More than a friend, that way, you know? I understand if you're shocked and all so please take your time. I just wanted to let you know of my feelings because I haven't slept properly since you texted me that day–

No, no, no. You can't say that. That is not how one confesses.

You had it all right when you practised it yesterday, in front of your mirror. Now though, you seem to be messing up with your lines and you can't have it. Trying to recall your lines, you make another attempt at repeating them.

Jimin, I like you and have had feelings for you for quite some time now. I apologise, if it's too sudden for you, please take your time. It's just that, the conversation I had with you about a month ago, had helped me realise that I would rather confess than keep it all inside. That being said, I hope my feelings for you do not hamper our friendship, irrespective of what you feel for me.

That sounds better, you guess.

Now you have just got to do it right in front of him.

"Y/N"

Speak of the cute lil squishy heart-owner, and he shall appear.

You turn around after hearing your name only to spot him approaching you, seemingly all excited. His excited smile causes your lips to quirk up, as you wait for him to catch up with you.

"How did the meeting go?" He asks, out of breath, his cheeks slightly red from all the running.

"It went great." You quip. Perhaps, a little too excitedly in hopes of hiding the nervous butterflies in your stomach. "They seemed very impressed with my presentation. A part of me still can't believe it went this smoothly."

"That's great. I told you, you'd do amazing." Jimin smiles, his usual smile. The one where his eyes crinkle in the corner and his slightly crooked teeth are put on display.

You feel warmth spread through your whole body at his words. There's no way you're forgetting the way he helped you when you were full-on panicking on being informed that you were assigned the responsibility of such a crucial meeting. Jimin had remained by your side until you had calmed down and told you that he knows you're capable of it. He had told you how much he believes in you and how there's no other person he can think of, who can do the task better than you. It was his words which had given you the courage to give your best.

With the warmth that spreads through your body, you also feel your heart rate speeding up at the thought of finally letting him know how much he means to you and how much you love him.

"I need to tell you something." You blurt, without any further thoughts. If you're going to do this, there's no point in stalling.

Jimin nods at your words and a gleeful gleam enters his eyes. "I've something to tell you as well."

Your curiosity peaks and you start wondering what it might be about but then decide against it. You are going to take a huge step, that's definitely out of your comfort zone. You do not need to worry your brain, which is already stressed, about what he might have to say. Instead, you decide on letting him speak first, for you think that's the better way to go about things.

"Okay, then go on." You urge.

He shakes his head. "First, let's head to the cafe, the treat is on me."

You give him a confused smile. He seems more satisfied and happy than you are. Whatsoever the reason for that might be, you assume you're going to find out soon. So, instead of querying him about his reason for giving you a sudden treat, you decide to follow him to the cafe.

Walking in, Jimin walks straight to the small two-seater table at the corner, knowing that's the table you usually prefer. As you approach the table, he pulls out the chair for you to seat and once you're seated, he takes the opposite seat.

"It isn't too crowded after all." He rubs his palms together before lifting the menu card. "What do you want to eat?"

You scoff. "You know what I want to eat."

Jimin's response to your words is a muffled groan. "Seriously Y/N? Get a little more diverse."

"I've gone diverse and it's after that, that I've concluded that pizza is the best junk food out there." You reply with a smug smirk on your face.

He shakes his head in disappointment, as if he's done trying to make you understand. "Well then, pizza it is. The usual toppings?"

Although he asks the question, he doesn't bother to look up knowing the answer already and the hum from you that soon accompanies, proves his point.

Jimin calls a waiter and places the order. As soon as the waiter leaves, he directs his whole attention towards you. "So what was it that you had to tell me?"

You softly shake your head at the nervousness that resurfaces. "I will tell you but I'd rather hear what you have to say first."

Jimin squints his eyes at your weird behaviour, trying to figure out what is it that you had to say. Seeing you roll your eyes at his attempt to read you, he decides to not start an argument. Instead, he decides to comply and start with the very important thing that he is all so excited about.

Because honestly, he can't wait to tell you.

He clears his throat for the dramatic effect "I finally managed to grab the courage to ask out Rach"

Oh no.

"And guess what?"

Oh god no. This is not happening. Not now of all times.

"She said yes!"

Well fuck.

"Congratulations." You manage to say with fake enthusiasm and immediately cringe at the tone of your voice.

You sound pathetic even to your own ears.

Thankfully, Jimin doesn't notice anything, perhaps because of how ecstatic he feels. On the other hand, you feel just as miserable. All the feel-good hormones that were flowing through your veins, because of how successful the meeting has been, are now replaced with stress hormones. Stress hormones that are currently making the inside of your mouth turn bitter, so much so, that you even find the freshly made pizza that the waiter places in front of you, unappealing.

Biting the inside of your cheek you wonder what you should do now. You don't want to cause any suspicion. Without even having to confess, you know what the answer is and thus, you don't want to seem pathetic by confessing your clearly unreciprocated feelings.

"You know when I had texted you that day asking for advice about whether one should confess or not?" Jimin asks, still oblivious to the storm of emotions, raging inside you.

Scared of sounding just as pathetic as you sounded a few seconds ago, you simply nod instead of replying to him verbally.

"Your advice actually helped me so much. It was then that I knew that I wanted to confess but it took me a whole month to find the courage to do so." He chuckles as if finding it amusing. "Should have done it sooner, you know? That way we could have possibly been out on so many dates by now."

You hum, half-heartedly.

"But what's done is done. What matters is I get to finally go on a date with her, which reminds me of, you gotta help me plan the date." He continues rambling, excitedly.

This time he's met with no response. Which is what causes him to take notice of the blank look you're aiming at your pizza.

"Y/N?"

No response.

"Y/N?"

Again, no response.

"Y/N!!!!"

"Huh?" You look up startled.

"Are you okay?" He asks all traces of excitement now replaced with a concerned frown.

Surprisingly, enough you chuckle. You chuckle at how absurd the situation is. Here you were trying to confess to Jimin, were feeling so elated about finally having some weight being lifted off of your chest but then things took such an unexpected turn, that now you find your heart breaking.

Jimin never looked at you that way. When your heart was blooming with hope that maybe, just maybe he reciprocates your feelings, he was preparing himself to ask someone else out.

You just feel plain stupid.

"I'm as fine as I can be, I guess." You shrug.

"What's that supposed to mean?" His frown deepens.

"Nothing." Sighing, you shake your head. Fuck you need to be alone, right now. Which is why you come up with a lame excuse. "Jimin, I need to go, I just received a text and I need to collect some files."

He looks at you with surprise. "Now? Lunchtime isn't over yet."

"I know but you know duty calls." Saying this, you don't give Jimin any other opportunity to enquire you any further. You get up from your seat and shoot him a small smile before heading towards the exit.

Jimin watches your retreating figure with worry, wondering what the fuck just happened.

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"So where were you last year then? You turned fourteen, why didn't you race?"

His casual speech drives you up the wall. Like you're friends or something. It frustrates you to no end, how nice he always is to other people while he's constantly teasing you about everything.

"None of your business, that's where."

Tongue in cheek, you flick your ponytail at the pointless question and turn on your heel. His eyebrows shoot up, jerking back to avoid a face full of hair. The very tip brushes his nose and he pinches it to keep from sneezing.

Why do you always smell like strawberries?

"The Junior NASCAR league is all you've ever talked about," he points out, "there has to be a reason you didn't come last year. Why'd you wait?"

"Like I said," you repeat through clenched teeth, "it's none of your business."

But Jimin's interest has piqued, he can't help it when it comes to you. Since third grade, he's hunted for your reactions. They urge him on and he likes watching your face when it distorts because of something he said. He casually leans on the open door to your locker while you strap on your gloves and wrist guards. They're red like your helmet.

Strawberries are also red.

Slowly, a nosy pointer finger slinks it's way to your cheek, poking it over and over as he annoyingly chants, "tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me--"

"Ugh! I didn't meet the weight requirements, okay!" You slap his hand so it painfully retracts to his chest. "Happy?"

The locker door slams, embarrassment flooding to the tips of your ears as he peers down at you with wide eyes. He's so much taller than you now. What gives?

Jimin doesn't respond immediately. His silence is unconventional considering his large mouth. Carefully, you lift your eyes to find him watching you, honestly flabbergasted. In the next moment, his shocked eyes and slack jaw twist into a genuine smile.

"Well, I'm glad you're here now." His sincere comment almost almost makes you blush. That is, until he adds, "...so I can kick your butt again."

"Your butt kicking days are over, Jimin," you calmly inform him, crossing your arms and popping your hip to feign superiority. "I'm winning the race today."

There it is. That darn smile. It's not like his usual smile. This one only appears after you've said something overly cocky, usually related to beating him at something. He feeds off the competition, that teasing tongue coming out to taste his lips every time he gets fired up by your accusations.

"What do you want if you win?"

You understand Jimin is not referring to the previously mentioned cash or bragging rights waiting at the finish line. No, his comment is steered towards another obvious.

The bet, the one that's been ongoing since third grade. No matter how many races, how many wins, it's like he can't let it go. Not that you mind. It's just another reason that you have to do your best to win.

"I'm thinking about it. What do you want?"

He taps his chin, as if he has to think about his answer. He always bets the same thing. "If I win, you admit I'm the best racer."

"In your dreams."

"Believe me, you are."

"What?"

Jimin's feelings for you, meanwhile, came a little more gradually. But when they finally did, they struck like a wave.

JANUARY 5, 2019.

When he first met you, his day had been nothing but cold.

He had used up his day-off to meet up with his girlfriend, Miyeon, expecting to end the day happy. But unfortunately for him, the universe seemed to have other plans.

"Let's break up." Miyeon blurted out, stopping in her steps.

Jimin chuckled, thinking she was joking, until he glanced to his right and met her serious eyes. His smile faded, quickly replaced by a confused frown.

"What?" Jimin said, hands buried into his pockets. "Miyeon-ah, what are you talking about?"

His girlfriend huffed and gazed straight at him, a frown forming on her face as well. "We barely even talk anymore, Jimin."

Jimin blinked, not knowing what to say. When Miyeon noticed, she let out a soft scoff.

"See? Even you can't deny it." She said, "This isn't a relationship, Jimin. I'm tired of always coming second to your job."

At the mention of his job, Jimin lets out a sigh. "Yeon, you know I can't do anything about that. It's my job." He said, "But, look—we can still make this work, okay? I-I'll try to talk to my manager—"

"It's no use, we both know you've tried to in the past." Miyeon responded, cutting him off. "Look, I'm just tired, okay? I can't do this anymore, Jimin. Not when I can't meet you as much as I want to, or when I can't even tell my friends that you exist." She explained, the tone in her voice growing softer.

Jimin's heart cracked upon hearing her words, taking his one of his hands out of his pockets to grasp hers. "B-But we've been together for almost a year, Yeon. We promised each other we wouldn't give up on this." He mumbled, voice cracking at the end.

But Miyeon, seemingly already decided, simply sighed and took her hand out of his. She held back her tears and put her hands back in her pockets. "Well, m-maybe we weren't meant to be together forever anyways." She responded, lip quivering. "Jimin, I loved you so much but—I think we both know that we aren't really meant for each other."

Jimin bit his lip, glancing downwards as a tear fell out of his eyes. His heart felt heavy, almost too heavy. "Yeon, please—I can't do this, not right now." He said pleadingly, eyes meeting Miyeon's glassy ones.

Miyeon simply sniffled and shook her head, giving Jimin a sad smile. "I'm sorry, Jimin." She said, letting out a shaky sigh.

Before he could say anything, Miyeon quickly walked away, not letting him see the tears in her eyes. Jimin stayed, watching as she walked away.

He stood there for a few moments, the cold air hitting his face. Then, with a heavy heart, he decided to go to the only place he could go back to, home.

As soon as he arrived, he was met with muffled sounds of laughter, something that seemed ironic when compared the current emotions he felt in his heart. He reluctantly walked up to his room and opened the door, only to be met with a sight that surprised him.

A girl was sat on the ground with Hoseok, smiles on both their faces as they caught up and ate together. As Jimin briefly met their gazes, he let out an awkward chuckle and forced out a smile.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I didn't think you guys would still be here." He said, hoping his roommate wouldn't notice his rather sad mood.

But Hoseok simply shook his head and gave him a reassuring smile. "It's alright, Jimin-ie. We were just talking anyways." He replied, putting his can of beer on the floor.

His gaze travels from Jimin to the girl beside him, causing Jimin's eyes to follow suit.

"Oh, have you met my former school hoobae? You guys are the same age." Jimin inhales softly and forces out a small smile, tilting his head to the side. "Oh hey, I'm Jimin. Hoseok-hyung's bandmate and roommate."

You simply smiled back and waved, "Hi, I'm (Y/N)."

And despite all the sadness and heaviness in his heart, Jimin couldn't help but feel a tad bit brighter as he stood in the room.

JUNE 23, 2019. When Jimin had next met you, he had been spending the day alone.

"Hey, I'm just going to run to the store really quick. Do you need anything?" Hoseok asked, standing up from his bed.

Jimin hummed and shook his head, giving his hyung a small smile. "No, I think I'm alright. Thanks, hyung."

Hoseok nodded, grabbing his bag as he walked to the door. But before he stepped out, he glanced back towards Jimin. "Oh, (Y/N)'s coming over by the way. Just giving you a heads-up in case she arrives before I come back." he said, making Jimin nod his head.

"Okay, I can just step out when she gets here."

Hoseok paused, shaking his head. "No, you should stay and join us! I'm sure (Y/N) won't mind a bit more company." he quickly responded with an encouraging smile.

Jimin pursed his lips, slightly hesitant, "Hyung, if this is about what happened with Miyeon, I'm okay—really." he said, causing Hoseok to sigh.

"I'm not forcing you to date (Y/N)-ie, Jimin. I just want to make sure you have some company. You haven't talked to anyone other than us since it happened." Hoseok replied, giving the younger a small smile.

Jimin hesitantly glanced towards him, biting his lip before he finally sighed and nodded, "Okay, I guess I can stay for awhile."

He watched as Hoseok smiled in triumph, "Great!" he exclaimed, "I'll buy food for three people then."

He waved goodbye the younger member before walking out, causing Jimin to sigh and look down towards his phone. It had been a few months since he and Miyeon broke up and yet, he still couldn't find it in him to move on from everything she said.

He continued to space out, a solemn expression on his face before he's quickly startled by the sudden movement of the door. He glanced towards it, blinking when he saw you walk inside. "Oh, hey." he said, giving you a small wave from his bed.

He suddenly felt a bit awkward, sitting on his bed with his usual home attire while you seemed much more put together, wearing a simple outfit and—

Oh. Your hair was new. Jimin quickly realized, the now shoulder length-cut greatly contrasting the long hair you had when you first met.

He snapped out of his daze when you waved back to him and responded, "Hey. Sorry—I didn't mean to barge in, I just assumed Hobi-oppa would be here."

Jimin let out a soft smile—suddenly recalling the short interaction he had with Hoseok earlier. "It's okay, he told me to expect you anyways. He just ran out for awhile to grab some stuff at the convenience store, but he should be back soon." he explained, shrugging his shoulders.

He gazed at you as you blinked in response, hand tightly holding the strap of your bag before you curtly nod. "Oh—alright then."

Jimin pursed his lips and offered you a smile, about to divert his attention to his phone when he realized you stood still. Unconsciously smiling in amusement, he simply cleared his throat, watching as your eyes met his. "You can sit there while waiting, if you want. I'm sure he wouldn't mind." he said, one hand pointing towards Hoseok's bed.

His eyes remained on yours as you once again blinked before closing the door behind you. When it clicked, you walked towards Hoseok's bed and sat down, silence once again filling the room.

Jimin, recalling Hoseok's encouragement, reluctantly broke the silence and gave you a compliment. "Nice hair, by the way." he blurted out, carefully watching your reaction. "Oh." you simply say, making Jimin inwardly wince.

Was that too blunt? he thinks, looking downwards. He tries to come up with something else to say, but you beat him to it. "Thanks." you replied after clearing your throat, giving him a small smile.

Jimin sighed, giving you a relieved smile in return.

FEBRUARY 9, 2020.

When Jimin first began to appreciate your company, he and Hoseok were in their room.

You had been frequently visiting for a few months now and while he hadn't exactly realized it yet, he was beginning to look forward to your hangouts together.

"Hey, are you up to anything tonight?" Hoseok asked, causing Jimin to hum.

He looks up from his laptop, shrugging at the older member. "Not really, Tae invited me to have dinner with his friends but I'm not really feeling it." he replies, "Why do you ask?"

Hoseok merely shrugs back before typing on his phone, "Just curious."

Jimin raises his eyebrows in curiosity, glancing towards him. "Is (Y/N) coming over?" he asks, a bit more excited than he anticipated.

He watches as Hoseok glances towards him, a slightly confused expression on his face. "No? Jiminie, I was just curious, really." He says, letting out a chuckle.

"Oh," Jimin replies, leaning back towards his headboard. "Well, I just thought that since she hasn't come by in awhile, she would sometime soon." He says, causing Hoseok to snicker.

"Someone's keeping count." He mumbles under his breath, biting back a knowing smile.

Jimin scoots closer to the edge of the bed, not understanding what Hoseok said. "Did you say something, hyung?" He asks, the older member feigning innocence as he shakes his head.

"I'm just happy to know you two seem to be getting along well," He replies, giving the younger a smile. "It's nice to see two of my dongsaengs bond."

He smiles wider when Jimin suddenly glances down and gives him a shrug. "I mean, she's cool I guess."

Hoseok chuckles and shakes his head, throwing a pillow towards his roommate's head. "She's just busy with a project right now. The company got a really good opportunity and they assigned her as a leader." He explains, his expression growing proud.

Jimin perks up at this, a smile also forming on his face. "That's great to hear, I'm glad she's doing good."

Hoseok simply nods, "And uh—don't worry, she asked about you a few times as well." He teases, letting out another chuckle.

The younger simply smiles at this, shaking his head. But as he heard Hoseok's words, he couldn't help but notice the sudden warmth he felt in his chest.

MARCH 2, 2020.

When Jimin began to think of you more, he barely even comprehended it.

He was roaming around a store with Taehyung in tow, humming along to the R&B music playing through the speakers. It was Yoongi's birthday in a couple of days and he had taken the day off to look for a gift.

But as his eyes scanned the shelf in front of him, he couldn't help but think of you as they land on a certain object. It was a mechanical pencil, which funny enough, he immediately associated with you because of a memory.

"I still don't get it, it's just a pencil." Jimin said, staring at the image on your phone screen.

He laughs as soon as you let out a scoff, amused at how worked-up you were getting. "It's not just a pencil, it's the key to productivity! The way the lead just glides onto the paper and—"

Jimin quickly cuts you off, nodding his head. "Okay, okay, I think I get it. No need to go all architect on me." He jokes, causing you both to break out into laughter.

He chuckled as he remembered, toying with the mechanical pencil in his hand. Should I buy it for her? He wondered, biting his lip. A warm fuzzy feeling quickly filled his chest at the thought, making him smile unconsciously.

"Jimin, you good?" Taehyung suddenly asked, causing Jimin to snap out of his daze.

"Huh?" Jimin responded, slightly confused.

The other member laughed and shook his head, pointing to the pencil in his hand. "You've been smiling at that pencil for the last 10 seconds, I was just wondering if you were getting it for hyung."

Jimin blinked and looked towards his hand, staring at the object. Then, he cleared his throat and looked back towards Taehyung before nodding his head.

"Yeah, I think I'll just buy him this." He replied, causing the latter to nod his head.

The two of them walked up to the counter to pay for their items, Taehyung playfully nudging Jimin as the cashier scanned their cards.

"You know, you've been spacing out a lot recently." He said, "Is there something on your mind?"

Jimin quickly tilted his head, "Really?"

Taehyung thanked the cashier and accepted his card before turning towards his friend. "Yeah, it's something a few of us noticed." He said, letting out a chuckle.

Jimin simply shrugged, accepting his item from the cashier.

"Huh." He mumbled, looking downwards.

DECEMBER 9, 2020.

When Jimin suddenly found out about your feelings, he was very confused.

Throughout the day, he remained upset over the news of their tour for reasons even he couldn't understand. Usually, such news would excite him as it meant he'd be able to interact with ARMYs all around the world. But for some reason, the news just made his stomach churn in a way it never had before.

He thought back to everything that had changed over the past year, and realized one of the only new things that had come into his life were you. But, before he could think any more of it, he simply brushed it off as a coincidence.

However, as he spoke to you and vented out his concerns near the Han River, some of his feelings suddenly became a bit clearer. He watched with a smile as you gave him advice, gently interlocking your fingers together.

He was enjoying the moment you two were having and he liked the way he felt, even though he didn't know what exactly it was. All he knew was that there was a warmth in his chest whenever he was with you, and that it would slightly heighten when you two would touch.

Which was exactly why he couldn't help but frown when you suddenly pulled away from him.

"Everything okay?" He asked, looking at you worriedly.

He watched as you simply let out a smile and nodded before you reached backward to unravel your scarf. When he noticed you seemed to be having a difficult time, he moved towards you and unclasped the necklace around your neck.

He smiled as the two objects finally separated, quickly withdrawing his arms to give you space. He glanced towards the necklace in his hand, doing his best to untangle it while you took the scarf off of your neck.

He gazed at the small pendant of the necklace, noticing it as the one accessory you always wear whenever you come to the dorm. The crystal pendant was so small, and yet it always stood out regardless of what you'd wear.

There you go again. He quickly thought, remembering what Taehyung said and snapping out of his daze before he thought of anything else.

Jimin looked towards you, bringing his hand up to give you back the necklace when he noticed that you seemed to be deep in thought as well. He smiled and waved his hand in front of your face.

"(Y/N), you good?" He asked, chuckling when you finally look at him. "Is there something on my face?"

His smile falters when he sees the hesitant expression on your face, worried he might have said something wrong. "Are you—"

"I like you."

As the words come out of your mouth, Jimin can't bring it upon himself to hide the shock on his face. He didn't expect it at all, hell, he had no idea you even thought about him that way.

He thought back to all the times you two hung out, wondering if he ever missed any signs. Yet he couldn't think back to a specific memory, especially not with the sudden surge of emotions he felt.

"I-I'm sorry." You said as you shot up from your seat. "You don't need to say anything. I'm sorry—it just came out of nowhere."

Jimin continues staring at you, mouth agape. "(Y/N)," He finally said as he stood up, before immediately pausing.

He wanted to respond to what you said, he really did. But, what was he supposed to say if he wasn't even sure if he felt the same way? So he simply watched as you looked at him expectantly and quickly noticed the crestfallen look on your face when nothing comes out of his mouth.

"I should go." You said, swiftly grabbing your things from the bench. “Thank you for tonight, I uh—I had a great time.”

Jimin tried to stop you, but his body remained frozen.

“—and I’m sorry if I ruined it.” He hears you say, before you instantly walk away from him.

His heart cracks upon hearing the tone of your voice, tightly clasping the necklace in his palm. He felt like screaming and crying at the same time, unable to convey the feelings he felt inside. He'd never felt anything like it before, and maybe that's what scared him the most.

While he remains deep in thought, a voice suddenly brings him out of his daze, a voice he knew all too well.

"Jimin?"

He turned around and his arms both immediately dropped, shocked at the sight in front of him.

"Miyeon, is that you?"

DECEMBER 28, 2020.

When Jimin last saw you, he was conflicted.

It had been a few weeks since your last encounter, and he couldn't help but miss your presence. Sure, he was partly to blame, but he honestly just missed having a friend to talk to, or just someone to go to.

He had spent most of his days practicing with the members, burying himself in work so that he wouldn't need to think about you. As he did, he also used some of his time to catch up with Miyeon, even though he knew deep down that it wasn't right.

He just always yearned for familiarity, something to hold onto in the middle of all the tours and changing timezones. But everything with you was so new, and it scared him. So, choosing to spend his time with Miyeon was just easier—as selfish as that was.

Meanwhile, Hoseok wasn't all that happy with his decision. Sure, part of it was just him being a protective friend over you, but he also felt like what Jimin was doing was wrong—especially when he never gave you a definite answer.

Due to his disappointment, he stopped bringing you up in front of Jimin. Something that he later on realized, was also most likely a mistake as well.

Because if he had told him you were coming to visit today, maybe Jimin wouldn't have done what he did—and things wouldn't have changed as much.

"Are you sure this is okay?" Miyeon asked, sitting next to Jimin on the bed.

The latter nodded, giving his ex a small smile. "We got a lot more freedom about who we could invite to the dorm recently." He said, "It's not the first time someone's come to visit us, so don't worry."

Miyeon simply nodded her head, glancing towards him. "So, what do you want to do?" She asked, tilting her head at Jimin.

The two began to chat with one another, catching up with one another as they always did. Then, maybe it was their rather close proximity, or the fact that they were on Jimin's bed.

But slowly, Miyeon's eyes slowly gravitated towards Jimin's lips, the latter doing the same. Before they knew it, they both moved closer, and closer, until their lips meet.

The next few minutes feel like a blur to Jimin, from the moment he felt Miyeon's hands in his hair to the moment she began to crawl onto his lap. He wanted to feel euphoric as it happened, but he couldn't help but feel heavy inside.

As though, he was doing something very, very wrong.

Then, before he knew it, the door quickly opened, causing them both to pull away from one another. Jimin quickly glanced towards the door, ready to explain the situation to whoever member was at the door.

But then he sees you.

And once again, the words are just stuck in his throat. But luckily for him, he seems to have a bit more control over his limbs this time around.

He gently pushed Miyeon onto the bed and stood up, reaching towards you. “(Y/N), it’s not what it looks like—” He says, before pausing as the door gets slammed in his face.

He quickly buttons his shirt, looking at Miyeon guiltily. "Oh my god, Miyeon, I'm so sorry." He says, ruffling his hair. "Just give me a minute to fix this."

He quickly opens the door and rushes out, the thoughts running through his head at the same time. He didn't even know what exactly he was going to say. All he knew, in that moment, was that he didn't want you to walk away from him again.

But, as he met your eyes in the living room and saw the tears in your eyes that he had caused, his heart began to ache in guilt. His thoughts begin to eat at him once again.

Even if you did decide to hear him out, did he even deserve it?

So consumed by his own thoughts, he decided to cave into the fear and hold back, in spite of the fact that his heart wanted him to do otherwise.

"I'm sorry." He simply said, defeated.

He sees the sad look on your face contort into one of disappointment, bracing himself for what you had to say.

"I'm sorry too."

As soon as the words come out of your mouth and you leave, Jimin feels his heart crack into 2, the pain being too much for him. Everything felt so wrong, no matter how much he told him himself that what he did was right.

JANUARY 2, 2021.

When Jimin began to come to terms with his feelings, things also started to fall back into place.

It had barely been a week since he last saw you, yet he couldn't wipe your face away from his memory. He had thought long and hard about everything, which is what led to the decision he was making right now.

"I think we should end this," Jimin said, staring straight at Miyeon as they sat across one another. "Whatever this is."

To his surprise, Miyeon didn't seem fazed by what he said. She simply let out a chuckle, nodding her head before she took a sip of her coffee.

"It's that girl, isn't it?" She asked, causing Jimin to stiffen. Upon seeing his reaction, Miyeon let out a sad smile. "It's okay, Jimin. I kind of noticed it too."

He looked at her confusedly, unable to understand what she meant. "Notice what?"

She looked and him and shrugged her shoulders, "That day I came to you at the dorms, I saw the look on your face." She said, "I mean, it's one thing to be mortified when someone walks in but—you almost looked guilty."

Jimin sighed at this, "I'm sorry, Miyeon. I swear, this wasn't how I expected things to go." He explained, "If I had known, I wouldn't have tried to start anything between us in the first place."

Miyeon simply sighed before responding, "Jimin, it's fine, I promise."

But he frowned and shook his head, the guilt of the entire situation eating him up once again. "No, it's not, Miyeon, I led you on. Hell, like you said, you saw me run after a girl right after we kissed."

"Look, Jimin," Miyeon mumbled, leaning back in her chair. "You made a really big mistake and I think we both know that. But—I didn't exactly go to you with any intentions either."

At this, Jimin glanced at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I saw you that day at the Han River and I honestly just wanted to catch up. But, when I noticed you didn't seem to be dating anyone either, I thought it would that, well—it wouldn't hurt to rekindle a past relationship."

She sighed and toyed with her glass before continuing, "I never expected anything from you, Jimin. In fact, it makes me happy to know you seemed to have moved on."

Jimin's gaze travelled down to his glass, swirling the coffee around. "I don't even know anymore, to be honest. Everything about her just feels so—new." He mumbles, the tone of his voice expressing his slight nervousness.

Miyeon nods understandingly, "Well, is that really so bad?" She says, watching his expression turn into slight confusion. "I mean, I get why you'd be scared but, for all you know, maybe it's a good sign."

"Maybe," He mumbles, still hesitant.

His ex sighs, putting her glass on the table. "Okay then, answer this. Those feelings you feel—those new ones? What kind of feelings are they?" She asks, looking at Jimin expectantly.

The man huffs, "They're fuzzy and warm," He replies, "Like, whenever we're together, I always get this warm feeling in my chest, and it only dissipates once she's gone or sad."

"Well, is it a bad kind of warmth? Like from discomfort?" Miyeon asks, causing Jimin to shake his head.

"No," He says, "Not at all. It's more—comforting, actually. Kind of like a hug after a long day."

Upon hearing his answer, Miyeon sighs, a sentimental smile on her face.

"Well, I think you have your answer then."

FEBRUARY 4, 2021.

When Jimin finally understood, he didn't realize it was too late.

After parting ways with Miyeon, he gave himself a chance to truly ponder over what he felt for you, as well as process everything that ensued.

He would be lying if he said he was completely certain about everything, but all he knew for sure was that he did indeed feel something and that he missed you.

So now, after what felt like forever, he finally mustered up enough courage to show up at your door and talk to you about it. He bought your favorite coffee as a peace offering, hoping you'd appreciate the fact that he still remembered your coffee order word per word.

"I brought you coffee, and uh—I was thinking we could go watch a movie afterwards." He practiced, staring straight at the door in front of him.

He took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell, patiently awaiting your answer. But to his disappointment, no one seemed to be answering the door. The coffee in is hands grew cold, and he began to lose hope.

After a few more minutes, Jimin walked back to his car in defeat. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and opened a conversation he had with Hoseok.

jimin: hey, hyung. is (y/n) with you? i'm in front of her door but she doesn't seem to be opening it.

He stared at the phone, frowning once again when Hoseok also fails to respond to his message. In a last leap of faith, he walked back to the door and rang the doorbell one last time before he finally gave up and decided to leave.

A few hours later, he found himself inside a theater, sighing at the empty seat next to him. The fact that he hadn't heard from you and Hoseok made his chest constrict in a way he hated as the guilt from what had happened began to eat at him once again.

But as he watched the movie, he suddenly felt his phone buzz on his lap, causing his hopes to go up a bit. He unlocks his phone and sees a message from Hoseok, and his heart quickly drops at the message.

hoseok: she left on a business trip to europe. she isn't coming back for another few months.

Upon seeing the message, the heaviness in Jimin's heart suddenly increased. He dropped his phone onto his lap and looked straight at the screen in front of him. Not long after, he glanced towards the seat next to him, the words of Hoseok finally sinking in.

Wait, he models?

Of course he models. Look at him.

You wanted to scoff but didn’t since he looked so damn proud of himself.

Jungkook saw your surprised expression and he instantly felt like he might have crossed a line.

“If you want me to help you that is,” he furrowed his brows,” I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything, I'm offering because I wish someone would have done it for me when I was just starting out, having someone there makes everything a whole lot easier.”

Your heart melted like how a popsicle would under the blazing heat of the summer sun.

Why was he so genuine with you?

You sighed feeling bad that no one offered him any help.

“Just remember I’m a beginner okay?”

He grinned and he almost, just almost resembled a bunny in your mind.

Now you find yourself watching Jungkook dominate the bicep bars while you sip on your water and wait for your turn.

You were really enjoying yourself, he managed to flirt his way into letting the staff play his workout playlist which was oddly relaxing.

But then you saw a very, very familiar mop of curly hair from the corner of your eyes and you froze.

You almost spit your water out.

What was Taehyung doing here?

You came to this gym because it was a little farther from your place so you could avoid anyone you know but why was he here?

You panicked and debated whether you should run away but it’s too late because his eyes found yours and now he’s waving at you and it would be weird if you ran off right now.

You felt your whole body heat up, he was so gorgeous with his bouncy black curls it genuinely hurt your heart looking at him sometimes.

Taehyung walked up to you and Jungkook who was suddenly done with his reps.

You stood up from the bench to face him.

“T-Taehyung…hi.”

Since when did he come here?

“Hey y/n, surprised to see you here.” He smiled and your heart almost fluttered away from your chest.

He’s so cute.

“I uh, I just started coming.”

“Really? That’s great! I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks.” You glanced at Jungkook who was staring intently at Taehyung. You could tell he was connecting dots that were created with each word exchanged between you and Taehyung.

Taehyung placed his hands on your shoulders to squeeze them lightly, a gesture of reassurance you think.

“No really, I’m happy you’re finally taking control of your life. I was starting to get worried ya know?”

Wait what?

What made him think you didn’t have control of your life?

Because you’re fat.

He’s just worried

He didn’t mean anything by it.

You sighed softly, pressing your lips in a thin line.

“Thanks Taehyung.”

Taehyung tapped your chin encouragingly before saying goodbye and walking off to start his own workout.

You felt all your energy drained from this interaction.

Had you really been worrying him?

Doesn’t that mean he cares about you though?

He’s probably just tired of seeing you like this.

You sighed deeply once more before turning to sit next to Jungkook again.

He looked at you before looking at that Taehyung guy and he instantly knew what was happening, Jungkook could read you like the back of his hand even though you’ve only known each other for about a week.

That’s how he concluded that you liked this guy and you must really like him if you let him talk to you that way.

Jungkook felt his chest heavy with a feeling he didn’t like, he didn’t like it not one bit.

Jungkook scoffed that feeling away.

“Well fuck that guy.”

“W-What?“ You looked at him wide eyed and shocked.

“Fuck him,” He blew a childish rassberry,” Taking control of your life? You’re just at the gym not fucking rehab. Who is he anyway?”

“My uh..friend.”

You shyly bit your lip hoping he wouldn’t be able to see your massive crush on Taehyung.

But anyone could see it a mile away.

“Some friend he is,” Jungkook waved him off.

You stood there not knowing what to say, Taehyung's comment did hurt but it wasn’t anything new.

“He’s just worried since I gained weight recently,” you defended him.

“So?” Jungkooks expression softened,” everyone gains weight, y/n its normal, we don’t always stay one weight. Fuck even me, I may be Hercules himself with this bod but my weight is always changing.”

“Yea but you’re like,” you gestured to him,” it’s different.”

“Why is it any different with me? You’re still human aren't you?”

He’s right.

Jungkook stood up before crossing his arms,” unless you’re an alien then you have a lot of explaining to do bro.”

No, you are human.

You looked up at Jungkook who was now dramatically examining you to make sure you actually were human.

You couldn’t help but laugh, which in return made him laugh.

“N-No I’m human.” You tried to stop laughing before you snorted.

He’d think you’re a real pig then.

“Thought so,” Jungkook smirked,” besides, aliens aren't this cute, they’re probably some real ugly ass fuckers.”

This cute?

Did he just call you cute?

Your heart raced faster than it did then when you were on the treadmill.

It’s usually,’ you’re cute for a fat girl’ or ‘you’d be cuter if you lost a couple pounds’

But Jungkook just called you cute.

You were so trapped in your own mind you didn’t hear him call your name.

Jungkook worried he made you uncomfortable but you had this cute little pout on and he couldn't help his finger that flicked your forehead.

You yelped, glaring at him.

“You zoned out on me there,” Jungkook squinted his eyes at you,” were you, perhaps, communicating to your home world that I figured out your true identity?”

“Yes,” you played along,” now I have to take you as my hostage.”

“Alien snacks provided though, right?” Jungkook negotiated his rights.

You smiled.

“Right.”

Jungkook had a way of making your icky feelings turn into fun ones, maybe that’s why you felt yourself opening up to him just a little.

Taehyung on the other hand, couldn’t help but stare at you, it was weird seeing you here, he even had a weird feeling in his gut watching you smile and laugh with that guy you were with earlier.

You never laughed like that with him.

Is this guy why you’ve been avoiding him like the plague?

Taehyung scoffed, what was he thinking?

Nah he’s probably your personal trainer besides someone like him would never like you anyways.

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A/n: a little shorter chapter but I hope it’s still good!!! Also sorry it only lets me tag 50 people !! Rip guys idk how to fix it but I’ll FIND A WAY!!

~Che