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jin ♡ run bts ep. 142

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𝙱𝚃𝚂 ⁎❀ 𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 ✿⁎

Requested?: No.

Pairing: Hopeless Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, crying yoongi (yes this should be its own genre smh)

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Yoongi was drunk. The empty bottle of whiskey almost mocking him from across the room. He stares into the darkness, waiting. He didn’t know what for, but he sat there, patient. 

He was a self-controlled man who knew his liquor, but Yoongi couldn’t stop pouring himself a drink whenever his glass became empty. He resented himself. 

The thought of you almost made him walk- stumble through the kitchen and grab another glass, but he remained put. He groans, dragging his hand accross his face. He fucked up again, and this time you weren’t coming back.

Yoongi’s solution?

Whiskey.

But not the cheap whiskey you find at your nearest liquor store, but the top shelf kind that’s smooth enough to chug down quickly. If Yoongi’s in pain, he’s going to be in pain luxuriously. Money can’t buy you happiness, but it sure as hell can buy a night’s worth of forgettance.

But how could he forget you when you stood at the front door of his home at this very moment, watching the poor boy sit alone in the empty living room. 

“Yoongi?” You whisper, noticing his dark silhouette straighten. He raises his head, groaning as he hits it against the wall behind him. He’s too drunk to even support his own neck. 

“Yoongi.” You take it upon yourself to walk over to him, switching on the light to better see the view.

Yoongi covers his eyes with his arm, grumbling incoherent words. 

“Yoongi. Get up.” You grab onto his upper arm to lift him up, but you realize you were just pulling deadweight.

“Mmph” 

“Don’t ‘mmph’ me, get the hell up. Namjoon really had to call me because you refuse to leave your cave. Get up.” You tug on his arm once more, but you immediately stop when sniffles come from the intoxicated boy.

“I don’t want to.” His voice cracked, but he continues. “What’s the point. I don’t want to.”

Shocked was an understatement. To see your careless ex-boyfriend shed tears for the first time was almost indescribable. You hold onto his arm for a bit, watching as he tries to swipe away the tears falling onto his cheeks.

He fails miserably as his hands continue to slap his face. 

“Hey- no stop. Stop it.” You didn’t mean to gain a firm voice, but it was enough for Yoongi to do as he was told. He turns to look at you. Tearful eyes gazing back at you. 

He had done this to himself. 

“Let’s just get you on the couch.” You suggest, watching as he nods in agreement. Yoongi was embarrassed. His ex was in his apartment, failing miserably to get him on his feet. He didn’t feel like moving. He wanted your hands wrapped around his forearm for as long as possible. Who knows how long it’ll be before you touch him again. 

“Sit down.” Yoongi grumbles. Catching you off guard that he was able to create a coherent sentence. He wanted you sit down on the ground with him. You knew what this could lead to, but you shamelessly plop yourself next to him. You were still wrapped around his finger. 

Minutes pass, but no words left either of your mouths. 

“YN-”

“Maybe-”

Your cheeks redden, stifling a laugh. You two had spoken at the same time, and neither of you tried to speak again. 

“Maybe you should drink some water.” You manage to try again, successfully finishing your sentence.

“It’s fine.” Yoongi denies your tip, lazily waving his hand. It’s awkward, your thigh barely touching his. He probably doesn’t even notice, but your skin is on fire. 

But he does notice. His heart beats so fast he might throw up. You had let go of his arm when you sat down, but the feeling of your thigh against his, it almost has him spiraling. 

Another silent wave passes across the room. You’re not sure what to say. Falling into his arms is something you don’t need. Yet, your body says otherwise. 

“YN, I’m sorry.” Yoongi finally heaves out. 

“No, you’re drunk.” You didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but you can’t help but to feel angry at his words. You suddenly gain control of yourself and remembered what he had done to you. 

Why couldn’t he feel sorry when he was screaming at you to leave his apartment and never come back? 

You retract your legs from his warmth, standing up to dust off your pants. 

“If you don’t get up anytime soon, you’re going to rot.” You say, leading yourself to the kitchen. You aren’t supposed to be here.

You kept repeating it to yourself. You’re not supposed to be here. You almost cry at the words in your head screaming at you, but you manage to pull out the water bottle from the refrigerator. 

You ignore Yoongi’s confused face as you hand him the water.

“Drink it before you actually feel like shit tomorrow.” You urge him on.He listens to you, chugging the cold water. 

“Don’t call me tomorrow, or the day after that. I’ll tell Namjoon you’re doing okay.” Your words are cold, but you can’t let yourself break, not after the weeks you’ve used to heal. 

Yoongi squints at you, confused that you’ve changed your mood so quickly. His drunk state making false accusations. 

You had returned only to rub it in his face that you’ll never be his again. Never. 

“Get out.” Yoongi says, throwing the water bottle down. You watch him wearily grab the glass of whiskey next to him. 

“I said to get out.” He finishes the alcohol in one swig. 

It’s almost cinematic. You standing there, watching the man in front of you on the ground, hopeless. 

You couldn’t muster any words to say to him, except for one. 

“Pathetic.” 

You slam the door behind you, fumbling with your car keys as you drove away. You promise to yourself you’d never look back again, and to ignore Namjoon’s phone calls from now on.

Yoongi couldn’t help but to laugh. His hands landing on his stomach as he shakes with laughter. But it was like a switch as he calms down, tears sliding down his cheeks as his fingers pull his hair in anger. 

You were never coming back.

Requested?: Yes. “May I request Yandere Hoseok’s reaction to their s/o calling them by a cute pet name?”

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Soft!Yandere, fluff

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It seemed as if Hoseok’s brain cancelled every other syllable that came out of your mouth except for the last word that left your lips. 

“What?”

“How was your day?” You repeat your question, excluding the endearment. You were embarrassed as he leaned towards you curiously. 

 “No. No tell me the whole sentence one more time.” He quickly speaks, trying to rationalize that you did say the words you did.

“How was your day… sunshine?” You fiddle with your fingers as you stumble through the expression one more time. Did you piss him off? Did he not like pet names? He always called you by endearing words. You would’ve thought he wouldn’t mind.

“I’m your… sunshine?” Hoseok couldn’t believe his ears. Did all those punishments finally allow you to learn your lesson? He felt light-headed, as if you took all the air out of him. Are you finally reciprocating his love? 

“…Yes?” You shyly shrug your shoulders trying your best to calm your burning cheeks. You relax as you notice his soft smile forming. 

“Call me that again.” He requested, scooting closer to you on the couch.

“Sunshine. You’re my sunshine.” You proudly speak out loud, giggling as if you were a middle-schooler who just confessed your feelings to your crush.

“I’m your sunshine.” Hoseok proclaims, resting his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. Your hands land on his hair, softly massaging his scalp.

Hoseok wanted to scream on the rooftops and tell everyone he knew. He wanted to have it carved into his skin.

I’m her sunshine I’m her sunshine I’m her sunshine

You never really thought an expression could affect Hoseok in such a way that he became flabbergasted. You liked it though, his giddy-ness as he snuggled closer into your chest. 

Requested?: No.

Pairing: Hopeless Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, crying yoongi (yes this should be its own genre smh)

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Yoongi was drunk. The empty bottle of whiskey almost mocking him from across the room. He stares into the darkness, waiting. He didn’t know what for, but he sat there, patient. 

He was a self-controlled man who knew his liquor, but Yoongi couldn’t stop pouring himself a drink whenever his glass became empty. He resented himself. 

The thought of you almost made him walk- stumble through the kitchen and grab another glass, but he remained put. He groans, dragging his hand accross his face. He fucked up again, and this time you weren’t coming back.

Yoongi’s solution?

Whiskey.

But not the cheap whiskey you find at your nearest liquor store, but the top shelf kind that’s smooth enough to chug down quickly. If Yoongi’s in pain, he’s going to be in pain luxuriously. Money can’t buy you happiness, but it sure as hell can buy a night’s worth of forgettance.

But how could he forget you when you stood at the front door of his home at this very moment, watching the poor boy sit alone in the empty living room. 

“Yoongi?” You whisper, noticing his dark silhouette straighten. He raises his head, groaning as he hits it against the wall behind him. He’s too drunk to even support his own neck. 

“Yoongi.” You take it upon yourself to walk over to him, switching on the light to better see the view.

Yoongi covers his eyes with his arm, grumbling incoherent words. 

“Yoongi. Get up.” You grab onto his upper arm to lift him up, but you realize you were just pulling deadweight.

“Mmph” 

“Don’t ‘mmph’ me, get the hell up. Namjoon really had to call me because you refuse to leave your cave. Get up.” You tug on his arm once more, but you immediately stop when sniffles come from the intoxicated boy.

“I don’t want to.” His voice cracked, but he continues. “What’s the point. I don’t want to.”

Shocked was an understatement. To see your careless ex-boyfriend shed tears for the first time was almost indescribable. You hold onto his arm for a bit, watching as he tries to swipe away the tears falling onto his cheeks.

He fails miserably as his hands continue to slap his face. 

“Hey- no stop. Stop it.” You didn’t mean to gain a firm voice, but it was enough for Yoongi to do as he was told. He turns to look at you. Tearful eyes gazing back at you. 

He had done this to himself. 

“Let’s just get you on the couch.” You suggest, watching as he nods in agreement. Yoongi was embarrassed. His ex was in his apartment, failing miserably to get him on his feet. He didn’t feel like moving. He wanted your hands wrapped around his forearm for as long as possible. Who knows how long it’ll be before you touch him again. 

“Sit down.” Yoongi grumbles. Catching you off guard that he was able to create a coherent sentence. He wanted you sit down on the ground with him. You knew what this could lead to, but you shamelessly plop yourself next to him. You were still wrapped around his finger. 

Minutes pass, but no words left either of your mouths. 

“YN-”

“Maybe-”

Your cheeks redden, stifling a laugh. You two had spoken at the same time, and neither of you tried to speak again. 

“Maybe you should drink some water.” You manage to try again, successfully finishing your sentence.

“It’s fine.” Yoongi denies your tip, lazily waving his hand. It’s awkward, your thigh barely touching his. He probably doesn’t even notice, but your skin is on fire. 

But he does notice. His heart beats so fast he might throw up. You had let go of his arm when you sat down, but the feeling of your thigh against his, it almost has him spiraling. 

Another silent wave passes across the room. You’re not sure what to say. Falling into his arms is something you don’t need. Yet, your body says otherwise. 

“YN, I’m sorry.” Yoongi finally heaves out. 

“No, you’re drunk.” You didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but you can’t help but to feel angry at his words. You suddenly gain control of yourself and remembered what he had done to you. 

Why couldn’t he feel sorry when he was screaming at you to leave his apartment and never come back? 

You retract your legs from his warmth, standing up to dust off your pants. 

“If you don’t get up anytime soon, you’re going to rot.” You say, leading yourself to the kitchen. You aren’t supposed to be here.

You kept repeating it to yourself. You’re not supposed to be here. You almost cry at the words in your head screaming at you, but you manage to pull out the water bottle from the refrigerator. 

You ignore Yoongi’s confused face as you hand him the water.

“Drink it before you actually feel like shit tomorrow.” You urge him on.He listens to you, chugging the cold water. 

“Don’t call me tomorrow, or the day after that. I’ll tell Namjoon you’re doing okay.” Your words are cold, but you can’t let yourself break, not after the weeks you’ve used to heal. 

Yoongi squints at you, confused that you’ve changed your mood so quickly. His drunk state making false accusations. 

You had returned only to rub it in his face that you’ll never be his again. Never. 

“Get out.” Yoongi says, throwing the water bottle down. You watch him wearily grab the glass of whiskey next to him. 

“I said to get out.” He finishes the alcohol in one swig. 

It’s almost cinematic. You standing there, watching the man in front of you on the ground, hopeless. 

You couldn’t muster any words to say to him, except for one. 

“Pathetic.” 

You slam the door behind you, fumbling with your car keys as you drove away. You promise to yourself you’d never look back again, and to ignore Namjoon’s phone calls from now on.

Yoongi couldn’t help but to laugh. His hands landing on his stomach as he shakes with laughter. But it was like a switch as he calms down, tears sliding down his cheeks as his fingers pull his hair in anger. 

You were never coming back.

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Angst, Soft yandere?

Type: Blurb

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You had rejected him, and he wasn’t leaving until you gave him a reason.

“Why?” Jin asked, his head hung low. He sat himself on your front porch, and you stood in front of him trying your best not to be frustrated. 

He had planned all of this. Jin wanted to surprise you when you came home from work, a bouquet of flowers now thrown onto the ground. He recited his confession in front of his bathroom mirror a million times before he arrived at your house, only for you to utter out the words of denial.

“Is there someone else?” He hiccuped, trying his best to keep his composure. 

“Jin, no. You just-“ You hesitate. How could you explain that he’s obsessive. He never left you alone, and you don’t even a remember a time when Jin hadn’t left you alone. Clingy was an understatement. 

“Tell me. Please, just tell me and i’ll fix it.” Jin got up from the porch, and stood in front of you, catching your hands before you could pull them away. 

“Jin, don’t make this harder than it has to be.” You stutter out, yanking your hands from his. He frowns at the action, meekly dropping his arms to his sides. 

You never wanted to hurt him like this, but you know his obsessive tendencies and how it had already effected your friendship between you two. 

Jin blinked away his tears, and bent down to pick up the bouquet he had shamelessly threw down earlier. 

“Jin-“ 

“Don’t. I’ll get over it, I always do.” He gave you a weak smile, handing you the colorful flowers.

“Keep them, they’re too beautiful to throw away.” He softly says, trying his best to not break down in tears. He wanted to scream at you for being so selfish, but he sealed his lips, and savored the moment when your hand brushes his when you grab the bouquet.

“We can still be friends, you know.” You reassure him, looking at the roses he had hand-picked himself.

“Yeah. I know.” Jin nods his head, turning his heel in embarrassment.

He will win your heart, no matter how long it will take. 

TW: Mental Illness, Death, a decaying body 

Requested?: No, I found this on a word document- i honestly wasn’t planning on posting ._.

Pairing: Jimin x Female!Reader

Genre: love sick psycho type of themes, yandere themes

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Jimin always enjoyed your touch. Whether it be your hand on his thigh or running through his hair, he found comfort. He could never forget the sentiment you held as you caressed his cheek whenever he doubted himself. He was never enough. Never.

Yet, you stayed with him. You proved that you loved him, a broken person who never really reflected on himself, was capable of being loved. His worries were always scattered. You always reminded him to take his medicine, always reassuring that it would get better. Jimin could never really take care of himself. His mind never stayed constant, and it never will. 

He had to make sure you would stay for good though. Yes, you returned home every night with no intention of leaving, but he needed to know you were as serious as him in this relationship.

So he did what any rational man had to do to keep their woman in check, control her.

You weren’t fully aware of his intentions. Allowing him to constantly check your phone and answer his pestering questions about your whereabouts weren’t too bad. You weren’t too worried for his rigidness, blaming it on his anxious tendencies.

Nonetheless, you continued to love the boy in all of his glory, yet Jimin wasn’t satisfied. He wasn’t convinced enough that you’d stay- and all it took was for you to be asleep on the couch and a pillow being held by Jimin. 

But it was okay. Jimin was a smart man, but not smart enough to notice your body decaying in his living room. He made sure to dab the wet towelette across your damp skin. You weren’t feeling well, you see. He tried convincing you to drink his homemade tea, but you wouldn’t budge. You were always so stubborn when being taken care of.

He’d take a hold of your rotting hand into his, promising you that you’d feel better soon. Soon enough this sickness will go away, and you’d become yourself again. Full of laughter and giggles. 

If it hadn’t been for his neighbors’ complaints of the horrible stench coming from his apartment, he’d still have you in his warm embrace, kissing your forehead and singing sweet lullabies-

“Jimin?”

The boy turns his head, smiling softly at the voice. He readjusts himself on the concrete floor, facing the delicate woman. The nurse pushes in the steel cart into the small, white room. Grabbing the paper cup, the nurse gives him a soft smile. 

“It’s time to take your medicine for tonight, Jiminie.”

Jimin nods fervently at the nurse’s statement, downing the pills in one go. Maybe if he’d swallow enough, he could see you again.

Requested?: No. I’m trying to get back into the groove of things. 

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genre: angst?, idfk, fluff, college!au

A/N: IS “SHIED” A WORD?

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He had asked you to meet him in the diner you two always went to after late night studies. You thought nothing of it as the bell rang throughout the empty restaurant. The waitress smiled at you, a book in hand and a pen in the other. You reciprocate the gesture, taking your seat next to Jimin. 

“Hey, your call seemed urgent.” You poked his side, but he remains stoic. His hands were hovering around his mug, his eyes looking out of the window.

“Chimmy?” You’re worried now. You wrack your brain trying to remember what you did wrong in the past 24 hours. His soft voice stops your thought as it sliced through the silence. 

“Junior year, why did you reject me?” He continues to gaze out the window, his fingers lightly tapping his mug. You’re baffled at the sudden question.

Oh, yeah, he had asked you to be his girlfriend in high school. You politely declined, offering your friendship instead. You almost forgot about the incident. 

“I know you love me.” He’s finally turned his head to look at you. 

“I-I mean yes, I love you as my best friend.” You feel your cheeks rise in flames.

“Come on, Y/N, I’m not stupid.” His words were making you fidget, and your breathing became rapid. You never really saw Jimin in such a way. He was your best friend, that’s it, right? That’s what you had always told yourself.

“Jimin, you’re misunderstanding the situation-“

“No, I’m not.” 

You looked at him bewildered. You just wanted to go back to your dorm and hide under the covers at this point. If you had known that he pulled you out of bed to just ask of such things, you would have stayed in the comfort of your blankets. 

“I’m… I’m going to go home.” You scooted out of the booth, embarrassed.

“I’ll walk you.” He was shuffling out of the booth as well, leaving a tip for the waitress as he stood up.

“No- no it’s okay, I’m fine.” Your eyes are shooting everywhere as you try to find your way to the exit.

“Seriously, i’m not letting you walk out there alone.” His voice is firm, but you could tell he was embarrassed as well. A red tint rose onto his cheeks as he tried his best to keep his composure. 

You both stood shoulder to shoulder as the wind became harsher. 

“Don’t want anyone to steal you away from me now.” He whispers into the night air. You awkwardly laugh at the remark. Both you and Jimin were silent before he stopped you on the sidewalk. The streetlight beating down on you both.

“Why did you reject me? What was so wrong with me that you didn’t want me?” He asks you again. He’s grabbed both of your hands now, staring intently at you. You leave your mouth slightly ajar, noticing the glint in his eyes as it reflected through the streetlight. You never saw him romantically, but the way his lips slightly quivered due to the night air, and his frazzled hair seemed to shoot in opposite directions- but he’s your best friend, that’s it. 

“Jimin, don’t do this right now.” You focus on his shoes, the gravel, anything but him.

“Tell me, and I will fix it.” He softly presses his forehead against yours as you try your best to focus on the ground. 

“Because!” You yell, causing Jimin to jump at your sudden outburst. You didn’t mean to be so obnoxiously loud, but you couldn’t hold it in anymore. “You- you make it seem like it’s so easy.” 

“Wha-”

“Relationships! We’re not in some-” You gesture between the both of you. “Nicholas Sparks movie where everything is perfect and nothing goes wrong.” Okay, you’re being dramatic, and you can tell because Jimin was staring at you with his brows raised and a smile playing at his lips. 

“Nicholas Sparks?” Jimin whispers to himself, but you ignore his confusion. 

“What happens when we’re fighting and yelling at each other? What then? What if we jump into this and we come out not being best friends anymore? Do you ever think about that, idiot?” Jimin’s laughs at your claims, which leads you to push his shoulder.

“This isn’t funny, jackass.” You continue to pick up your feet, wishing your dorm was closer than it actually is.

“Hey- hey! Okay- listen.” Jimin jogged behind you. He luckily caught your hand before you had the chance to slap his away.

“We’re not in some… Nicholas Sparks movie, whatever the hell that means, I’ll give you that, but you shied away from something because of some hypothetical questions and paranoia?” Jimin notices his own shaking hands as he grips onto yours for dear life. 

“Jimin, that’s not the point. I’m nervous.” You look down in embarrassment as he grips onto your hands even tighter. His heart melting at your confession. 

He gains confidence as he realizes he isn’t the only one scared as hell at the moment.

“You think I’m not? I’m trying my fucking best to not pass out right now.” Jimin mutters under his breath. You shake your head in disappointment. You wished this would have never happened, because now you can’t even imagine facing him in the future. 

“Jimin this needs to stop. It’s not going to work. We’re best friends.” You sheepishly pull your hand away, hoping he’d get the message.

He sighs heavily, allowing your form to finally walk away from him. All those years Jimin was hoping you’d confess to him, but here you two were, probably never going to see each other again after this awkward incident. He clenches his fists, mentally cursing himself for ruining such a beautiful friendship. His head snaps back up, barely deciphering your body in the darkness.

“I’m the idiot? No, you are!” Jimin screams from across the street. You look back, confused as to why he would say such a thing. You thought he was sad, not pissed.

“Of course we’re not in some Nicholas Sparks movie, idiot!” He yells again, jumping from the curb and making his way to you. “It’s impossible to be in a movie that’s already been made.” Jimin lowers his voice as he comes face to face with you. You look at him with hesitation, his heart pumping in relief as he tries one more time.

“So let’s make our own movie.”

Even if it meant hurting the people you love. 

Jimin stands up, walking towards the chair holding your friend hostage. He smiles as he tightens his grip onto your friends neck, staring into their eyes with delight. 

Any inch of feeling had left Jimin’s body as he watched your friend struggle under his touch. His actions obscuring any solid sense of self.

Jimin didn’t feel like himself anymore, and he was okay with that. 

Blurbs

•Sadboihours

•“Do you ever think of that, idiot?”

Yandere

•Yandere!Mafia!Jimin catching you leaving him.

•“Baby? You awake?”

•Curtains. (Mafia!Jimin)

•“I promise.” (Mafia!Jimin)