Unfinished Scenarios

Me: //breath hitches// FUCK

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"Aren't we— suppose— to be doing— fuck— something?" You breathed. If you could comment on your situation it would be hands are traveling. They are everywhere.

"Well why don't you answer your own question, princess?" That pet name sent shivers down your spine. His hands are on your chest and damn it feels good.

"Jimin— shit don't stop." You moaned. You were about to scold him on something. The both of you should have been on linear equations right now but you got side-tracked. And side tracks are not good.

This side track feels so good it feels like a sin. He's heaven between plump lips and a good tongue. And damn he feels so hard.

"I came here to study— shit got real and now I'm studying you." You want to shut him up, you really do. But he feels so good and so hard on hands you don't want to stop.

You laughed then whispered to his ear, "All yours." then you took his mouth to place on yours.

YOU BEING YOUR CLUMSY SELF accidentally sent tae a text: 

You: (selfie of kim taehyung)

You: look at my boyfriend looking all cute and shit 

Taehyung: boyfriend who? 

You: wow shit

“Then what do you want to do?” It took you every single strand of patience left in your system to stop yourself from snapping at him. You get that he’s jealous, you get that he’s frustrated, but it’s not cute anymore. This one time thing turned into a new kind of argument.

You’ve been dating Min Yoongi for four years. It has been four years of dealing with his witty ass. It has been four years of waiting for him to come home late at night or after a tour. It has been four years of nonstop sweetness from the boy. It has been four years of big and small arguments. You never fight. It was a silent agreement made.

It’s been four freaking days since this thing blew up. A lot of cold shoulders and blunt responses were already given. You are a very nice person, someone who doesn't give shitty talk backs. But today was the last day you’re having this with Mr. Min Yoongi. This is the last straw. A while ago you were having a peaceful morning, it’s his day off and you wanted to stay and cuddle. Usually, he would not decline this amazing offer but he did. He actually did.

You’re not having any of this anymore. You’re done. You are going to snap.

Five minutes in the argument he throws in that question. You were no nurse or doctor but you swear to the donkeys, your blood was boiling. “‘What do you want to do?’ really? What do I want to do?” You gave up. “You tell me, Yoongi. Because the last time I check, you’re the one who’s jealous here. Not me, you. So you tell me what do to do because I can’t with you already.”

It was silent. It was good silence. You shut him up. Most of the time, you try to compromise but sometimes, like this, you really have to argue and shut the other one of you up.

a/n: This one broke my heart when this sparked into my head. It was the kind of pain that pinches the most sensitive part of the heart. If incase you’ve read something similar to this one, do tell me. I hope this one pinches your heart a little bit and I apologize in advance for my writing isn’t that good. Enjoy!

You started dancing since you were 10. You asked your mom to bring you to that dance studio you pass by everyday whenever you go home from school. The first time you were there was amazing. There were big mirrors, waxed floors, amazing speakers. Having a kind dance teacher was also a plus.

For some reason, you were asked to come on a Saturday. It was to prepare for this big dance concert that this company would have. That was the first time you met Jung Hoseok.

Jung Hoseok has been dancing since he was 6. When you got to know him, you wished you started dancing 4 years ago. He was very passionate about dancing and that touched your heart. When he dances he's like one with the wind, he flows like water. He was fascinating.

You became instant friends and the rest was history. You grew up together and then attended the same high school. It was heaven for you.

You were walking down the halls of your school. You just finished practicing and you happen to pass by Hoseok’s classroom. He was practicing, dancing to Chivalry Is Dead by Trevor Wesley. Every move was mesmerizing. He was just so graceful. You rested your body against the doorframe. For the past few years, you did what you do best, you watched him. You watched how his body waved, how his expressions change, and how he expresses every emotion into every movement. He’s so beautiful.

A smile crept on your face. He noticed your presence and asked you to join him. You couldn’t say no. You’ve been dancing together since you were 10, of course you would dance with him. The chemistry was good, you won’t deny that.

When the music was about to end, you thought that was it. He was finally going to confess his love for you. “You think she’ll like it?”

“Yes. I loved it.” You said while still looking at him, still captivated by his beauty.

He laughed, “No, silly!”

“What?”

“Do you think she’ll like it?” he asked again, but now he was gesturing the girl outside. The girl he liked. Of course. He wasn’t talking about you, he was talking about her.

You forced a smile out, “Of course. Who wouldn’t?”

He smiled at you too then looked at her. “I hope so.”

Jungkook: lt wasn’t my fault I swear—

You: It’s fine. You like her because she can’t call you “oppa”

Jungkook: Babe, no. Stop. That’s not it—

You: I told you it’s fine. I’ll just call Jimin Oppa.

Jungkook: Don’t you dare—

Today is your dearest boyfriend's birthday and he's not here. He's still on tour he's currently... you don't know, you never took interest on where he is because it reminds you of how far you two are apart. It's his birthday and you can't even celebrate it with him. You miss him so much you don't know what to do. You tried playing his songs but you just cannot stand hearing his voice for another second or you'll lose it. You hear one more second of his voice you'll start to cry. You'll start to curse his group, his company, the staff, the production team, their manager, their fans, you'll blame him and you'll blame yourself. Why does he have to work so hard?

He said he'll try to get home as early as he can but he can't. You don't want to disappoint his fans. It's only his birthday after all.

But it's not only 'his birthday', it's his special day! And you feel bad that he's not here. You want to hug him so bad you just couldn't stand it. You got up and put his hoodie on. You need a tub of ice cream and you need it bad. You run to the store picking up a tub of ice cream and 3 packs of instant noodles. If you're going to sulk yourself you're going to do it the right way.

You slam the door when you got home but much to your surprise you see a lying naked Jimin on your couch.

"Well hello, love. Would you mind telling me why the hell are you not on our bed?" He asks. You could not muster a word out. Of course you're shocked! He's home!

"Jimin..." you trailed.

“To my dearest boyfriend Jungkook,

By the time you’ll be reading this I may have already fled the country. I didn’t tell you because I know that I can’t and I won’t let go if I see you. Being with you made me realize a lot of things. You made me grow so much. I learned so many things about you that I won’t be able to find out if I stayed as your fan. Things would be very different. I would still be dreaming of touching you one day, getting to talk to you one day, getting a picture— at least a picture with you one day. But destiny had other plans and gave me you. For the past weeks I have been thinking a lot about our relationship. And I know, somewhere, somehow, someone knows you better than I do. Someone will love you better than I do. I don’t deserve to be the girl you call "mine”. Please stay happy for me and continue to smile. I hope you find the girl that’s right for you. I’ll continue to love you too, Kookie. Always and forever.

All the love, (Y/n)“

“Babe…”

“Nope. No, Jimin. Sexy time is cancelled. Privacy is something you have to learn about.”

“But I was just excited.”

You close your book to turn your face to him, “You, Mr. Park, have to learn about what to share and what to keep. I do not like the feeling of other people knowing about how my sex life is going.”

“Is this a punishment?”

“I hate you.”

“I hate you too.” You rolled your eyes at Yoongi’s response. You’ve been so moody for past two months. You blame it on your hormones, but that’s not the point.

You groaned and stood up to eat another cup of ice cream. “This boy is supposed to be my boyfriend but he’s acting like a jerk.” You whispered to yourself. You were too focused on eating the ice cream, that’s why you did not notice him coming in the kitchen.

“What did you just say?” He said.

You smiled at him. You wore the biggest fake smile you have just to send him the message. “Baby…” He tried to reach out.

“Don’t touch me!”

“You see. You’re sending me mixed signals what am I supposed to do?”

“Call Jin.”

“No. I don’t want to.”

“Then call Jiminnieeeee.”

“Quit it, babe. No.”

“Then I’ll call them.”