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synopsis. having experienced a fateful romance by the beach, taehyung sets out on a quest through seoul's bustling streets to locate the woman who has stolen his heart.
pairing. taehyung x oc
genre. social media auㆍgamedesigner!tae ( angst. fluff. smut. )
word count. 5623
warnings. adulthood romance things cof cof implicit
a/n. i couldn't possibly start another au, but she said the word and so i did. happy birthday to my bestie, whom i'd love to see more often even though we talk every day ☆ thank you for being my person through and through ! this is my love letter to you, miss bubbles ♡
episodes. 01 ▸ 02 ▸ 03
▸ E1: True or False?
One day we got curious as to how men and women date in this city. To satisfy our curiosity, we discussed the beginning of a new project, that required us to follow the lives of several men and women in Seoul.
For it to be real, we won’t intervene in their lives. Only when we think it’s necessary, we will share their answers with others, or maybe edit them to make this entertaining—all the while keeping their original words.
It’s worth telling that fifty individuals around Seoul were chosen for this project. Still, they will all be participating with nicknames to protect their privacy—as we usually do when it comes to the internet. They all had to promise to treat their phones as their friends, as well as the app we developed where we will be posting questions, and telling only the truth.
But some answers and behaviors made us wonder if they indeed were telling us like it really is.
[ note that some of their answers will be through text, others, like this one, will be taken as voice notes. all voices undergo a modification due to privacy issues. ]
ılı.lıl taehyung: I’m the cool type… and uhm, gentle. Definitely not clingy. I’m cool.
ılı.lıl deo: I keep true to myself when I date… and when I break up too.
ılı.lıl kie: I’d say I fall in and out of love pretty fast. What can I say? I’m passionate. *chuckles* And if I have to break up, I just do it. I won’t dwell much.
ılı.lıl yoongi: What’s even the point of getting laid? *tsk* It’s a hassle…
ılı.lıl jin: I’m not one to play games. I don’t like that. I think overall I’m a pretty good guy.
ılı.lıl harin: Before my current boyfriend, well, I think I dated around uhm… Four men? No, three…? Wait. Let me retake this just once! *laughs*
So, whether the participants are telling the truth… well, we will let you be the judge of that.
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boreo 🤔
bluengrey For me, it’s women I can have fun with.
boreo men that I can talk to?
⤷ callmerinie huh? talking isn’t everything
tangerimin A physical connection, people.
supertuna Are you asking what I think you’re asking?
notmekeys why are you all acting so innocent? kkk
boreo oh-
tangerimin Why can’t you all say it? It’s just whatever. Just say it. You know, like bang!
⤷ boreo i got it now.
callmerinie 🤭
callmerinie and cut~!
boreo so if it’s about intimacy..
⤷ notmekeys i think i know just by the smell. you know, it’s all about pheromones
supertuna Doesn’t it depend on the man? At least I think so.
⤷ callmerinie wow! really? you’re giving yourself too much credit. 😒
bluengrey Uhm.. Usually I take the lead if it’s about that.
⤷ boreo uh-huh. do you really?
⤷ bluengrey Ok. Fine. There was this one time that I followed the girl’s lead.
⤷ bluengrey One time, okay?
⤷ boreo doubt it
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bluengrey Dating? I don’t think so
⤷ supertuna No. I think it is.
boreo dating really changed my point of view about that
tangerimin If you guys are putting it that way, I’ve dated many women. I loved it every time.
⤷ callmerinie aww… and what the girls had to say about this?
⤷ notmekeys about men? well, you know. they are all the same: trash.
⤷ boreo not all… i mean. there’s someone i know that wasn’t
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boreo yes. there is someone i can’t forget.
bluengrey I do.
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[ note that this request was sent privately to users bluengrey and boreo and we edited the sequence of their answers according to our own motives and the following questioning. ]
ılı.lıl deo: It happened one year ago…
ılı.lıl taehyung: She was the only one I could see. Like I was just gravitating in her orbit… Like we were in a world of our own. I felt complete.
ılı.lıl deo: I felt this spark every time I would catch him staring at me and then I simply couldn’t look away.
ılı.lıl taehyung: Back then I thought “Wah, this is what love feels like” *chuckles sadly*
ılı.lıl deo: I’ll always remember him.
ılı.lıl taehyung: If that is really the case… I don’t think someone ends a relationship if they feel that way.
ılı.lıl deo: It was my fault.
ılı.lıl taehyung: You know, it was my fault…
ılı.lıl taehyung: No… It’s true, she messed it up.
ılı.lıl deo: I won’t make excuses.
ılı.lıl taehyung: I mean… Of all the people… Why me? Why did it have to be me?
ılı.lıl deo: Simply put, we met at a time when I needed someone like him. Thanks to him, I became who I am now...
ılı.lıl taehyung: I wish I had never met her. *sighs* I was such a fool now that I think back.
ılı.lıl deo: *smiles* Being around him.. his love was kind of magical...
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august 10th, 2022
Summer is at its peak and Taehyung has just arrived at Jeju airport. It has been a while since he last had some time to himself due to work, so to say he couldn’t wait for this much-deserving vacation is an understatement.
He organized everything at the company before he took off for this get-away, from the ongoing projects ideas he had recently pitched in, to the files the design team would need the next fifteen days he was away. And if you know Taehyung, you also know being organized was never his forte.
The game designer waits absentmindedly with his luggage by his foot, as he takes his beloved camera out of its case to finally point at the structure behind him. This airport isn’t the biggest one he had ever set foot on, he observes, but it is cozy enough and bustling with people everywhere to the point his fingers itch for the metal click of the equipment for a piece of nostalgia he held dear to his heart.
Just around the corner, Deo hit the brakes of the jeep as she waits for a group of tourists to cross to the other sidewalk while talking to her boss on the phone.
“It would’ve been much easier if you had just asked him for a selfie or something, Yumi–”
She hears her boss laugh through the speakers as she looks out of the window. The place is packed to the point she can barely see the pick-up line where the Ubers and Taxis usually park, and a wave of worriedness falls upon her. “Let’s go through with his description once again.”
“Ok, remember… He’s tall, and the last time he came he had blonde hair but that might not be the case anymore… Mmm, he has a nice shoulder line– Just trust me, his face will be hard to miss. He’s really handsome!”
The confession has Deo opening a smile. She met Yumi just a couple of weeks back when she arrived in Jeju herself, but the connection was instant.
For the first three days, she stayed at Yumi’s shack—the colorful hostel by the beach owned by Yumi herself and her long-time fiancé, Namjoon. But then going home became some distant reality she wasn’t ready to face, so kindly she was offered a position at the beach stay. And now, here she is, doing her first task out of the premises and the vigilante eyes of her playful bosses.
Although she loved the couple who hired her, even if it had been just a mere seventeen days, and she considered them as family, nothing made Deo as uncomfortable as not knowing what she was dealing with. Driving to the airport clueless as to whom she should be picking up wasn’t her cup of tea and the uneasiness she felt was visible as she sighed longly while turning off the call.
The stop sign goes green again, and with a bold strike of encouragement, she straightens her back, holds the steering wheel with conviction, and begins a cheerful pep talk to herself.
“You can do this.” She mumbles, hawkeyes scanning the people as her car slowly passes by. “How hard can it be… He’s tall and–”
The words quickly lose their sound in her mouth. Standing ten feet ahead, a man attracts glances from everyone passing by as he checks the visor in his camera absentmindedly.
Mentally, Deo starts crossing every characteristic being given by Yumi as she keeps looking at him through the safety of the Jeep’s tainted window. The only thing that doesn’t match is that this handsome man isn’t blonde but a brunette. His chocolate locks look ridiculously soft blowing in the light breeze.
Inhaling resolved, she parks right next to him, rolling her window down.
“Hi there! Would you perhaps be the Kim Taehyung from Seoul I’m looking for?”
Upon hearing his name, Taehyung looks up at her. The girl doesn’t wait for his answer, she jumps out of the vehicle that he can notice is much bigger than herself. “You must be here to pick me up… Right?”
Deo smiles at him confirming with a nod before opening the big trunk of the Jeep. Instead of introducing herself right away as expected, Taehyung watches as she reaches for his luggage, her knitted eyebrows denouncing how heavy it must be.
“I– I can do that–” He tries, but she swiftly evades his reach.
“It’s no problem! Really.”
He watches a bit flustered as she tries to dismiss her effort with a laid-back energy as if it was something she did all the time—to arrange heavy stuff in trunks and whatever not.
Picking both his duffel bags to help while she is still pushing his suitcase inside the trunk, he is able to take two steps before she takes notice and grabs them from his hands. “Leave that to me! You can wait inside, really. Go ahead!” Deo waves her hand and he starts to walk toward the passenger seat uncertain of how to behave, but decides to take her lead for the time being.
“Seatbealt!” She says as soon as she occupies the driver's seat and he is quick to follow the instruction.
“So… Where is Namjoon?”
Deo reaches for the rearview mirror, casually checking something in her eye before adjusting it back to its position. “Oh, he had to give today’s surf lessons and Yumi was kind of busy with tonight’s gathering so… But you’ll see him soon enough!”
“Ah, I see”
“He’ll be waiting for us by the beach, don’t worry.” And the bubbly smile she gives him before starting the car and driving them away is enough to shut down his inquiry and haze him in his thoughts.
ılı.lıl taehyung: What kind of women I’m compatible with? *smiles* Looking back… I’m drawn to the ones that are strange to me at first *chuckles* I think they’re a good pair for me.
Driving down the lush tapestry of Jeju island, Deo takes the wheel as the jeep’s interior is illuminated by the soft glow of the sun. Melodic notes intertwine with the afternoon’s warm atmosphere as music envelops them. Deo’s fingers tap the steering wheel, and her voice, a gentle hum, dances in harmony with the rhythm. Taehyung, sitting beside her, steals occasional glances, captivated by her carefree demeanor. The playful sway of her copper strands in the wind and the joy evident on her face, as the waves crash on the coast, make the moment feel like a private dance between them.
ılı.lıl taehyung: Have you ever met someone and felt like they were this huge… Question mark?
ılı.lıl taehyung: Like– “What is she like? She looks fun” *chuckles reminiscent* And you can’t stop having these questions and curiosities… You just want to know more and more.
As if sensing the perfect moment, a familiar melody begins to play through the car’s speakers. Deo’s eyes lit up with recognition, a grin forming on her lips. Officially Missing You by Tamia had been remade by Basstracks as a summer tune, and it had quickly become one of her favorites at the moment; a song that resonated with the essence of Jeju and its travelers.
With an impulsive burst of excitement, Deo cranks up the volume, allowing the music to envelop the jeep. The infectious beat cascades around them, harmonizing with the engine's rhythm roaring wildly in the wind. Her hands tap the steering wheel more enthusiastically than before, her foot keeping time with the pedals as the melody ignites her senses.
And then, as if the music had started a fire within her, she begins to sing. Her voice, rich and passionate, hits Taehyung’s ears in a wonderful and alluring way. Every note she sings seems to carry the energy of the sun-drenched afternoon, a celebration of life and the freedom of the open road.
Taehyung was initially taken aback by the sudden fervor. He watches in silent amazement as she transforms from a steady driver into a vivacious performer. Her eyes sparkle with delight, and her voice carries an unadulterated joy that is impossible to ignore.
For a moment, he is rendered speechless, caught in the captivating spell of her uninhibited enthusiasm even though he knows the lyrics by heart himself. But as the chorus approaches, Deo’s voice soars higher, and turning to him with an unmistakable twinkle in her eye, she opens the windows further, allowing the world outside to merge with the music.
“You know this song–?” As she asks and the chorus reaches its crescendo, she extends her arm toward him, pretending her hand is a microphone. The invitation hangs between them, and he hesitates for a moment. “C’mon! Sing with me–” Shyness lingered, but her spirited performance is too magnetic to resist.
Taking a deep breath, he leans closer to the imaginary tool and timidly joins in, his voice intertwining with hers. Taehyung sings softly, still caught in the spell of her contagious energy. His eyes remain fixed on her while she loses herself to the music.
At that moment, as Deo sings with all her heart, his own swells with a profound fondness for the stranger sitting by his side. He realizes that this is a glimpse into her unfiltered soul—one that seems to revel in the simple joys of life, that seems to embrace every moment with unbridled passion.
ılı.lıl taehyung: That’s how I fell for her… You see, I’m attracted to intense women.
⤷ tangerimin It is fun to follow their lead kekeke so… Same here.
ılı.lıl taehyung: There is a lot more to it– Like being bubbly… Oh, and she was also pretty feisty! Yeah, *smiles* that’s what she was like. She had just the right amount of feistiness.
When the music fades out and is replaced by the radio host’s voice instead, Deo turns down the volume still in a cheerful spirit. She takes a peak at the passenger seat only to notice Taehyung’s eyes are already on her. Visibly disconcerted, he gives her a small smile before looking over at his window instead, and she takes the opportunity to know more about him.
“You will like it there,” she starts bubbly and he returns his gaze to her side profile. It is endearing how close to the steering wheel her seat is to compensate for her small stature.
“I think so too… The last time I came it was such a healing experience– And well, I’ve been wanting to rent a trailer ever since I was younger.”
“Oh, you’ll love it then!” He watches how her eyes part from the road ahead and instead fall on his side of the car, momentarily pointing with her index finger still on the wheel to the beach extension that passes by them. “It must be lovely to drive along the coasts… Picking these beautiful spots to just– Chill. I have a list of them if you want!”
Taehyung leans his head on the window, a nostalgic wave hits his lips as the lines of it curve upward and he watches the sea crashing at the shore. It’s like a vivid picture of his childhood right in front of him.
“That would be great if I had the license to drive the camper around… Maybe next time?”
“You’re staying over a month and you won’t even change spots?! Now that we can’t do, hon.”
He looks back at her startled by the casualty she treats everything. And not in a bad way; she didn’t peg him as this overbearing nosy person who didn’t have boundaries, but as someone that seemed carefree and loose. A different version of himself that he had to let go of many moons ago to fit the immense gray box that was societal norms and ordinary conviviality.
Feeling a bit tempted to just enjoy the moment he decides then to let go of the filters. “That’s the only thing to do, hon, I don’t have the license.” He jokes, chuckling at her reaction when hearing the nickname. “What? You started it.”
“My bad! Yumi was so invested in this whole casual speech thing ever since I started my part-time job there that now I just can’t come out of it. Something about making the guests feel at home and all that…”
“Sounds like Yumi!”
“But back to you. I was thinking… If there was a way to get you a license, would you want it? To live the full experience of a camper, that is…?”
Taehyung frowns thinking as he looks to the calm waves again, but there isn’t much thinking to do. He would love the freedom of parking the vehicle throughout the whole extension of Jeju. “Sure…” He ponders. Being the type to imagine and discuss things, he was more than ready to give her all the reasons why that would be great for his next stay. “To park it whe–”
“Great! So let’s do it!”
It is the last thing he hears before she makes an abrupt U-turn in the middle of the calm road, and he has to flatten one hand on the window and the other on the panel of the Jeep to hold for his life.
His heart only stops beating at an alarming speed once she hits the brakes and he is able to open the door to exit the vehicle. Still confused as to what is happening, the picture gets clear as she opens her arms excitedly in front of what he realizes to be a driving school.
“Ta-da! Your problems will be solved in exactly two days!” Deo exclaims, and Taehyung is pretty certain that his face is contorting in the most clueless way. He notices how a sudden strike of worriedness flashes on her toffee irises, however. “If you manage to pass the test of course…”
ılı.lıl taehyung: I should have known she was crazy by then… But in all honesty… That’s what made her fun in the first place.
ılı.lıl taehyung: And that makes me crazy too *laughs* You know, it’s those kinds of things you only realize later… Much later. Like realizing you’ve been conned only after being conned by someone *sighs*
⤷ supertuna Wow … I have just now realized how some people can be so blind
ılı.lıl taehyung: And now whenever I see a camper trailer… I think of her.
They only get out of the driving school when he goes through with all the paperwork necessary to go and take the test the next day as Deo had insisted. She not only pushed him into a 3x4 photo machine situated on the long corridor of the building, but also cut the picture she thought to be the best, and helped him fill the application.
Taehyung keeps replaying the whole shenanigan in his head as he takes his surfboard out of the roof of the jeep parked by his temporary home—a camper trailer by the beach. Last year, Namjoon had called him excitedly sharing the news that his girlfriend and he had bought a cozy place in Jeju and had renovated it to be a chill hostel for surfers and passersby. Of course, Taehyung stopped by to visit as soon as he was able to take some days off, but at the time, since all trailers were already rented, he stayed on the main structure.
Not that it was bad, far from it. He enjoyed every second; from the late-night gatherings to the lounge festivities, and the amazing lunchtime Yumi was keen on making into a later-on karaoke session or game quest. There was no dull time within the colorful facilities, and it was always kept so casual that it made Taehyung feel very much at home.
But he had the trailer experience written down on his bucket list ever since he could remember. And so this time around, he was sure to seize the opportunity and make that old promise come true.
His thoughts wander away as he finishes sticking his board in the warm sand. Playing by the emerald shore, Deo runs laughing as she is chased by two dogs. His right hand comes to his eye line to shield it from the sun as he is incapable of moving on with his life, seeing her throw a stick only to have the bigger dog chasing it and the little one look at her unamused. It’s like he could be here all day to witness this particular scene, unconscious and unbothered by what surrounds them.
And that is indeed what happens.
“Hey, you, Mr. cloud9–” Namjoon calls for his attention for the second time. “You didn’t listen to a thing I said, did you?”
“Hm?”
“I was telling you to close the canvas of it at night because of the wind– Are you even hearing a thing?” But as he follows his friend's line of sight he knows he isn’t. Letting go of his own obligations for the time being, he stands beside Taehyung, crossing his arms and admiring his dogs running as the waves serve as background music to his ears. It’s peaceful. It’s his piece of peace on earth.
“She shines, doesn’t she?”
Namjoon peaks at his friend before looking ahead once more, with a fond smile finding his features. “She does… She has been our recent source of joy. Yumi and I laugh so much because of her lately.”
“Yeah, she seems fun,” Taehyung muses with a chuckle of his own still enamored by the scene displayed in front of him. Deo falls to the soft sand in laughter and both dogs come flying toward her.
“Poor girl… She was dumped here by some surfer. Could you believe that?”
There is a sorrowful pause and Taehyung is suddenly snapped out of his trance, indignity brimming in his eyes as his friend shakes his head clearly saddened by the situation.
Returning his view to the girl ahead, he adds, “What kind of jerk would do that? She seems so bubbly and… Caring–”
“You want to take her to Seoul?” Namjoon interrupts and he almost gasps.
“Take her?!”
“Yeah, take her. I mean, I think she would be happy with you there…”
“You think she would like to come with me?” Taehyung’s fingers tingle with the possibility, even if he himself doubts it a little.
“Sure! We just have to give her one last shot and she’s good to go! The vet–”
“Wait. What? What are you talking about?”
Namjoon stares at him suddenly confused, and then back at the beach again. As Deo hops by, calling for both Monnie and Tan, his eyebrows soften in understanding.
“Oh… It’s not Monnie, is it?” He muses playfully. “You’re talking about Yewon… I see,”
“Yewon…” Taehyung mumbles her name to himself. “So her name is Yewon, huh…”
But the impish nudges he receives on his side snap him out of his thoughts and let him know that Namjoon won’t be letting go of this confession so soon.
In the cozy beachside hostel, the evening breeze whispers through open windows, carrying with it the laughter of tenants. With a lighthearted step, Deo finds herself in the pantry where Namjoon is absorbed in a way to easy recipe for lounge snacks. Fishing his phone out of her jeans, a small smile plays on her lips as she extends the device toward him.
“Here you go, boss,” she remarks, her voice playful as she not only returns his phone but also substitutes the sugar jar in his hand with the salt and pepper.
Namjoon glances up, chuckling at his clumsiness. “We were almost in trouble there. You’re a lifesaver.”
As he takes the phone from the table filled with condiments, he can’t help but tease, “You should probably get one of your own, don’t you think?”
“Eh. It’s just a hassle really… I only use it to talk to our guests.”
Leaving him to his impromptu cooking, she strolls out to the porch, where the new visitors are gathering. The atmosphere is lively, with conversations and newfound curiosity filling the air. Deo effortlessly mingles, chatting with familiar faces and welcoming newcomers that pass by the beach.
Among the crowd, she notices Taehyung engrossed in a ping pong game, as she takes some beers to a group playing Jenga. His infectious laughter captivates everyone around him and she can’t help but smile at the view. Her gaze lingers, catching his eye for a fleeting second.
She points with her head to the group around him, wearing a playful smile on her lips, and lifting her thumb up to measure how he is doing tonight she waits for his response. Immediately he raises his own finger positively, his smile opening wider at her caring gesture to check on him.
Suddenly, the lights flicker and go out, causing momentary confusion and their brief interaction to cease. Murmurs and laughter rise as the guests fumble in the dark. Deo is the only one chuckling expectant as she knows what is to come.
Then, not ten seconds later, Yumi’s voice pierce the darkness through a megaphone. “Ladies and gents, it’s game time!”
The announcement is met with cheers and applause, and the porch transforms into a playground of excitement. Deo herself feels the rush of anticipation buzz down to the tip of her fingers as the group prepares for a surprise game under the stars, even though she replays the script made by her and Yumi earlier on in her mind.
The last time Taehyung stayed here, he arrived so tired from a late-night flight that he wasn’t able to participate in the welcoming game he knew Yumi organized every month, and he regretted it for the whole week he rented a room. This night was all every guest he met by the beach was able to talk about, and now he was ready to find why.
As some fairy lights and a big screen illuminate the space, Deo watches the handsome newcomer’s silhouette amid the glow. His grin was unmistakable as he raised a red cup, ready to dive open-heartedly into whatever it was that the hosts had prepared.
Supposedly, every time Yumi and Namjoon did this for the new guests to ambient themselves and feel more comfortable around everyone else, they prepared a scavenge hunt inside and outside of the hostel's bounds. But this week everything had gone to space and changes had to be made at the last minute.
Between losing a long-time employee and having to train Deo on the spot, as well as managing the surf lessons and running the business, the couple had little to no time to arrange the things needed for the anticipated scavenge hunt. So this month, Deo pitched in with a rather easy game to orchestrate and that would still promote the mingling of the visitors—Simon Says.
“And… Start!” Yumi exclaimed as she pressed the button to start the presentation on the projection screen.
Big crimson red letters appear giving instructions and the crowd thrillingly follows. “Simon says: make a group with four girls and three guys” it reads at first and everyone fumbles their way to find open spots. Deo herself is forced to join as two guests she had come to know, pull her to their side. The thrill of the game intertwined with the salt-kissed wind made her feel some sense of belonging that she had never really expected.
“Three guys, three girls!”
In the throes of the chaos of the match, it was inevitable however how Taehyung’s gaze followed the sound of Deo’s laughter. Even if their eyes meet in brief moments, and even if it was in the middle of an ongoing competition, a silent connection seemed to pull them to each other like gravity.
As the game reaches its apex, the tension in the air is palpable. The players’ laughter overlaps with the sound of Yumi’s megaphone, creating a symphony of fun. They aren’t completely strangers now. There is a spontaneous connection formed between them all, just like the hosts had intended it to.
“One guy, one girl! Quick!”, Yumi reads the screen through the megaphone overexcited, and the remaining participants eye each other in confusion while the rest of the crowd laughs entertained. “Oh–”
Taehyung steals a glance at his two partners, both male, and they all chuckle amused, not really knowing how to proceed.
“I think I messed up when writing this– Wait.” Yumi confesses to the crowd sheepishly, starting to move toward the laptop to try and fix the mistake.
But then Taehyung feels like someone is watching him through his peripheral, and when he turns his head, it’s her. Deo stands two feet away from him, close to Yumi, watching joyfully, and he suddenly knows what to do. Or better, his heart does.
With two quick steps, he reaches for her hand, pulling her gently to his side and attracting everyone else’s attention to their figures, Yumi’s included. In the midst of the applause and collective cheer, Deo’s mute inquiry reaches his eyes.
The porch begins to transform into a realm of unity and exhilaration, being lit by the moonlight and the shared spirit of the guests, but not that any of the two notice, as the girl is too enchanted by her last-minute partner’s orbs. Taehyung's big brown eyes pierce hers with certainty and a flash of curiosity that is almost childlike.
A shared smile floats between them as her sight falls to his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the joy of the evening and perhaps the butterflies that flutter rapidly in their stomachs.
The lights had gone out, but the bonds forming under the starry August sky seemed to shine even brighter.
ılı.lıl taehyung: When you look into a girl’s eyes you can tell if she’s compatible with you or not. I can see who she is through it… And in that moment I felt it. I knew that she and I would be compatible.
“We have our winner for tonight!” Yumi exclaims through the megaphone as they keep staring into each other’s eyes, “Congrats!”
Amidst the fading echoes of the beachside game’s conclusion, jubilant cheers resound from the open porch of the hostel. The sun had retreated long before the gathering had started, ceding its reign to a canvas of twilight hues, but now fireworks burst into existence, painting the sky with a kaleidoscope of colors.
The couple, different from the majority of the crowd who excitedly run towards the shores, stands hand in hand still. A silent connection stronger than the clamor. With each explosion, Taehyung’s gaze shifts from the spectacle to Deo, seeing in her eyes a breezeful wonder that makes him rendered. Yet, it’s not just the pyrotechnics that leave him breathless. As he watches her, a quiet realization dawns—his heart races to a rhythm he hadn’t known before. It’s more than just curiosity. At that moment, amid the splendor of the fireworks and the tranquil beauty of the night, Taehyung recognizes the gentle tug of love.
ılı.lıl taehyung: I liked everything about her… The way she looked at things and the way she smelled. How she had two funky single braids done in her loose strands and the clothes she threw together without much effort making an all-together beachy look.
ılı.lıl taehyung: Everything about her seemed perfect to me. I just… I really liked her.
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supertuna Maybe it’s because I’ve been dating for so long… But I find dating stories uhm… Kind of funny now keke
callmerinie “And it was at that moment that the fireworks went off…” 🤭🤭
tangerimin You bet they heard bells, too. I heard it was explosions of fireworks 😏
⤷ notmekeys i’m too drnk to answee this
supertuna I think everyone feels like their own love life is special like in a movie or something
notmekeys it’s a beautiful story tho
⤷ notmekeys there waas a guy who found a butiful woman on a trip and and the night they met fireworkss went off peww pew!
⤷ notmekeys their eyes met bang !! theirr hearts too
bluengrey But those things can happen all at once… At least I think so.
boreo well… if the woman is insanely pretty that’s possible. don’t you think?
⤷ tangerimin That’s exactly when you have to realize it’s just too good to be true, don’t you think?
supertuna Let’s say you wake up from that dream, then what happens if you don’t get together?
⤷ callmerinie then you die alone
⤷ notmekeys no. no no. i’m not alone.
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bluengrey Hmm
bluengrey I would still fall for her..
boreo if i met him again… i’d fall in love again
bluengrey Yes, I think I would.
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The concept of this story is already so immersive and perfect, I'm speechless!
And I feel there is so much there to uncover... Because why would this certain group would be paired right? We know the main characters had a summer love (And oof what a summer love... By the stolen glances you can already say so much it's crazy) but the rest of them must connect at some point... I wonder! Ahahaha
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✿ crime 101 — obsessions and taunts in red ink | taehyung
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synopsis. blossom's life goes into a spiral when she discovers who she has been obsessing over all these years.
genre. powerpuff girls au ; taehyung!brick ; fluff ; angst
pairing. taehyung x blossom
wordcount. 2952
warnings. mentions of fights, beatings, and lots of unresolved angst
a/n. to celebrate the birthday of this really special girl, who is actually bubbles of my real-life ppg's friendship gang. have the happiest day, deo, i love you more than acing my grades, going for my morning runs, and keeping up with my schedule~ෆ
contact with the Rowdyruff Boys had never been the same for Blossom as it had been for her sisters.
while Bubbles viewed life and people from very early on with positivism that could blind her sometimes and Buttercup had always been one to know how not to mix business with pleasure, Blossom had continuously struggled with both approaches.
she couldn’t remember Taehyung or his brothers much from when they were little, apart of course the trouble their dad caused around the city—something that she was always responsible for taking care of. her memories of him from that time to middle school were always tainted by the position both he and she occupied.
they were leaders, even when still children. and while she definitely tried her best to lead her sisters to exemplary behavior, always doing their best to save the city and fight crime, Taehyung did everything opposite with his brothers, so it wasn’t a surprise she didn’t want much to do with him.
in school, they were rarely paired in the same class. she remembers having more shared teachers with Jimin than Taehyung himself. if she were honest with her priorities, fighting Mojo and his kids was just a side thing for her, her grades and social position came always at number one.
and boy, being number one made her act crazy…
that was all she needed to do from the moment she was born. be the number one at fighting crime, be the one setting the example, be the smartest you can be… the list goes on and on, so it wasn’t a surprise that she took that perspective to her personal life too. the only problem was that contrary to her heroine side, in school, she always had the same exact rival to compete with. and that made her want to yank her hair off.
while Buttercup most times came home with teacher’s notes to their dad, saying she was once again fighting or disturbing class because of Jungkook, and Bubbles would confess at night that maybe Jimin was different or that he wasn’t so bad like his brothers, Blossom had nothing to say. or to worry, really.
none of the boys was a problem for her, the only thing she needed to sort out was why the hell she wasn’t always number one with her grades in school.
she knew she had a perfect score, she was the leading student in her own class, but then every time the month ended and she passed by the official board, her student number was second.
the frustration was consuming her, and it lasted a long while. Buttercup was always making fun of her, most often than not joking about siding with the star of the school as she nicknamed the mystery student to be. Bubbles laughed and went along with the jokes. and Blossom did everything she could to uncover who the number one person was. it became her side project, but to her dismay, one with zero results.
no matter how she tried, begged, and even baked a full batch of her infamous chocolate cookies to give to her favorite teacher as bribery, no one ever gave in. “it’s against privacy regulations” was what everyone seemed to say when she approached the subject.
by the end of middle school, she almost lost her head and went through with Buttercup’s plan to steal the information from the school’s office. thankfully that same night they got a call from the Mayor and fighting crime became once more her priority, leading her astray from breaking the rules.
but then, her prayers were magically answered.
Blossom loved routines, and every day since she was old enough to handle her own money, she stopped by the Cherry Pop. she came to know it almost fatefully, due to a robbery that happened at the store many years ago. at the time a couple of records had been stolen, as well as some of the cashier's earnings, and of course, she found the money with the leader of the Rowdyruffs. it was to expect, but deep down she still thanks Taehyung for introducing her unknowingly to what became to be her favorite store in town.
and now, here she was, going downtown right after classes to pay the store a visit. it was almost the end of the school year, summer was knocking on the door and the sun's rays were already litting up Townsville. Blossom decided to stop by Cherry Pop’s and listen to the new records she knew had come for the summer when it happened.
it was a rule Professor—their dad—always insisted they followed: their powers were only to be used when needed. and right at that moment, she didn’t need to hear conversations with her super hearing ability. but she still did.
right before coming out of the store, she spotted two of her teachers across the street, talking while pointing to something inside a dossier. it seemed like a harmless encounter between the two of them, that later developed into something school related. it was almost the end of eighth grade which meant the final results were about to be hung on that stupid board, and curiosity got the better of Blossom. so she perked her attention to the two of them and begin hearing everything.
“... Ugh, he’s such a good student… And I bet if it weren’t for that misleading monster they call father he would be such a nice kid too.”
she watched attentively as Miss Margaret sighed as she agreed. “I know… I wish there was more I could do for them. Somehow, giving him my dusty record player for saving me doesn’t seem quite enough.”
that piece of information has Blossom’s eyebrows knitting so bad they almost merge together.
“I just don’t know how he keeps it. Every time – His grades are always up there… I mean. When does he study if he’s always doing his father’s evil deeds and covering up for his brothers when the cops show up? I feel like they are constantly down in the station– At least that’s what Sharon says, you know, her husband works there.”
Blossom has always been quick with her thinking, and by this alone, she thinks anyone would be able to figure out they are talking about Taehyung. no one apart from the Rowdyruffs has an evil dad in Townsville or goes around doing evil deeds like Mr. Clarkson described. and it has to be him because Jungkook can’t even be discussed when it comes to his grades as he doesn’t care enough, and although the covering up part seems like a Jimin thing, she had been in his class last year, she has seen his grades and it doesn’t come without much effort on his end. what shocks her, however, is the part where Taehyung saves Miss Margaret. that isn’t a thing villains do, and she would know, she has been fighting crime ever since she was born.
“He’s just… Gifted, I reckon.” Miss Margaret’s statement has her snapping out of her thoughts. “He isn’t much of a reader, but I noticed that if he pays enough attention he’s able to remember about the subjects… You must notice it too. Explaining it once to him is enough. That kind of annoying student that comes once in a lifetime, I guess!” she chuckles as Mr. Clarkson agrees.
“Well, too bad he got that suspension for the graffiti thing… Otherwise, he would definitely come first on the board, once again. And he deserves it. With everything the kid has to go through… I can’t even imagine!”
suddenly, Blossom isn’t able to focus on the conversation anymore. her world starts to spin in a way she didn’t deem possible.
Taehyung, the leader of the Rowdyruffs, son of Mojo Jojo, a criminal to heart that she has been fighting ever since… ever, is apparently the star of the school. the student she has been most ardently trying to unmask. the person that she viewed as her most formidable opponent and if she was brave enough to admit, the person she at some point began admiring from a distance.
it was like suddenly discovering the earth was flat all along.
that night was hell for Blossom. she had trouble digesting the discoveries and bumping into the protagonist of them later at dawn wasn’t the best option for her fiery angst. the Powerpuffs had received a call about some troublemakers causing a ruckus in the middle of the night, and the cops were adamantly fixated on taking them to the station at any cost, even if said troublemakers had fled the scene of the crime—a graffiti pig dressed as a cop in a brick wall by a well-known bar.
Blossom had suggested to her sisters they should swipe town apart to cover more terrain, and now that she straight up bumped into Taehyung down an alley next to the Cherry Pop she regretted her decision thoroughly.
“You!” she grits through her teeth and watches how he turns his head, his side profile shining under the moonlight.
“What about me?”
Blossom doesn’t know what frustrates her most. from knowing he is the one she wanted to find so badly to his nonchalant attitude as he turns back once again and proceeds to draw on the alley with his red canned spray, every little thing seems to poke at her somewhat short fuse.
“It’s you!” she exclaims frustrated, partially embarrassed for not having a grip on her confused emotions or a better thing to say.
Taehyung looks back at her, a crooked smile adorning his features as he shakes the canned spray, “Uhm, it’s me…? Unless you’re seeing someone else, Red, I’m pretty sure it’s just me –”
“No, idiot! It’s you as in you’re the student I have to compete with!”
The boy was about to paint another stroke but halts completely. Under Blossom’s furious gaze, he crouches down to place his canister on the floor before facing her again.
“You don’t have to compete with me, you want to compete with me. It’s a bit different, Red.”
“I don’t want to compete with you! Up until fourth grade I didn’t even have competition. I was always first! And then –Suddenly you are always there in that fricking board! It’s my board, my first place!”
“Your first place?” He asks amused as he crosses his arm. “Didn’t seem like it this whole year… Or the one before.”
Blossom bites the insides of her cheeks as she feels her pink eyes turning hot. the last thing she needed was to burn everything to the ground, including her favorite store, with her laser eyes just because of him.
“It’s not so fun when people shove it to your face is it?” Taehyung adds.
“That’s the difference between you and me,” she scoffs bitter, “I would never do such a thing.”
“Oh, really? You seem to forget that I share the same powers you have, Miss Perfectly Right.”
there is something hidden in his eyes that Blossom can’t quite figure out. he steps closer to her, and for the first time in her whole life, she views him as daunting, dangerous even. “And I remember quite clearly when you referred to me as a brainless kid to your friends on the patio, nothing but a pebble in your shoes. Guess I’m just fulfilling the description of the job.”
Blossom’s eyes fall to the damp concrete ground, searching for her past memories and balling her fists to the possibility of her being unjust with someone. but he was a Rowdyruff. they were the bad guys… so what if she called him an airhead?
“You don’t even remember, do you?” Taehyung searches for her eyes as he scoffs. there is no ounce of anger in it like she expected it to be. he was just… disappointed.
gulping down and sticking to her pride, Blossom shrugs. she did remember the moment now that he talked about it, and she did indeed make less of him but that was how she felt at the time, and at the moment she is still too reluctant to acknowledge he is any different than that.
“Whatever. I guess it serves you right.” he kicks the spray canister he had been using to paint, “Good luck trying to be first from now on.”
leaving no room for response, he flees the scene with a swoosh.
Blossom’s shoulders sink and her world doesn’t stop spinning. just like that she is faced with the feeling that perhaps she is being the villain in someone else’s story.
she hears the cops’ sirens from a distance and quickly retrieves the canister that had rolled up to the sidewalk, taking it with her as she flies home.
for the months to come, Blossom keeps to herself. Taehyung isn’t in her class, again, and she is somehow relieved by it. the only time she sees him is whenever they have to fight each other and it always ends up being a rollercoaster of emotions for her. she takes the opportunity to release her pent-up anger toward him, but then, every time he ends up being arrested or badly hit by herself, her chest stings differently and she ends up returning home with a bad taste in her mouth.
his good grades never stop coming nevertheless, which frustrates her to the point that even though she rarely bumps into him in school, she begins having trouble focusing on her studies. which is a first—one that she wished had never happened.
and after the first half of ninth grade of her watching her world collapse around her, Taehyung decides it would be fun to poke at her wound a bit more and so he starts leaving badly drawn doodles of her face around school with words such as “wuss” or “loser”.
at first, it was in her locker, which bothered her but not so much. a wet tissue resolved the problem pretty fast. but then when later on Patty Conklin started making a fuss for seeing it behind the gymnasium, the whole school started making funny faces as Blossom passed by in the halls.
Buttercup threatened everyone with her looks as she started more and more coming to Blossom’s side in the hallways. and Bubbles was always turning the tables with reversible psychology or as she called it “leverage gossip”. but that was bothering Blossom more than Taehyung’s little revenge.
she didn’t need people coming to her rescue.
and so something in her blossomed. for the rest of ninth grade she fought harder, focused more, participated in more activities, studied better, and by the end of it not only did she come as a top student with several acclamations that their dad was sure to hang in their fridge but she also found her first boyfriend—Dexter.
throughout the entirety of summer, she was able to put past her the whole Taehyung graffiti incident. she had managed to bump into him only twice, both being part of her job as he was once again involved with crime. and for the rest of it, she enjoyed going out with her sisters, or hanging with Dexter as they strolled around savoring milkshakes or the new records arriving at Cherry Pop. life felt normal again, the world was once more round and it spun her way.
but then came the beginning of tenth grade.
for the first time in years, she and Taehyung shared classes. not only that but someone in the secretariat thought it would be better for the students to have lockers placed near the classes they would be going to, and suddenly she had to see Taehyung’s annoying grin every morning before the first bell rang. their lockers being right across from each other.
“Morning, Red.” he would say like a well-programmed clock as he leaned in his metal cabinet, red cap boyishly back, arms defiantly crossed.
“Mind your business, Jojo.” she would hear Dexter approach like a knight in shining armor, scowling at the Rowdyruff, before she could snap at the boy herself.
in return, Taehyung would send him a sly smile, not at all bothered by his presence. “Your panties already twisted, Dex? So soon? Sheesh.”
and of course Dexter balled his fists annoyed, Taehyung knew how to get under his skin. Or everyone else’s for that matter. but Dexter also knew he was no opponent for a boy who could conjure fire with his hands, therefore his threats were just that... threats.
“Go find yourself a wall to paint, airhead.” Blossom would come to the rescue and between her remarks and the way Dexter always kissed her cheek, placing his arm around her neck as they walked away, the smile would fade from Taehyung’s lips.
although exhausting, it was a routine that Blossom was used to. she could even say that every time he would get into heated arguments with her while in class due to different points of view or better, due to pure spite, it was the fire she needed to boost her throughout the day. she wouldn’t change it.
but it was only when he began missing classes the week after the Halloween party that she realized how much she didn’t want to change it.
weeks turned to months, hatred turned into longing, and the heart she thought belonged to Dexter had always been in the hands of another. it had all been there, kept in a forgotten drawer much like the red paint spray canister with a cherry doodle that she looked at resentfully every now and then.
on its bottom, the words that taunted her for the years to come in his absence. Taehyung wuz here.
IN WHICH... on a magic summer day, Hoseok meets you. He thinks it's love at first sight, but you choose to believe in destiny instead.
Hoseok hurried through the bustling streets of Seoul, the sweltering summer heat clinging to him like a second skin. He had reluctantly agreed to go summer sales hunting, tasked by his sister with finding a gift for his cousin’s upcoming birthday. As he weaved through the crowded shops, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of aimlessness.
Meanwhile, you were on your own mission, searching for the perfect birthday gift for yourself. It was never a tradition of yours to treat yourself on your special day, but this year, since you were spending it alone in the big city due to a tight schedule and many of your friends being off for summer vacations, you decided to go with it. To not let the date end without a memorable something.
And so, as you perused the racks of a trendy boutique, your eyes land on an embroidery corset, a piece that you knew to be one of a kind. It was exactly what you had been envisioning to end the day with a cherry on top.
But as you reach for it, your hand collides with another. You turn to face the stranger in question, who wore a surprised expression. Your eyes meet, and an awkward silence falls between the two of you.
“I…uh…sorry, I was reaching for that corset,” you stammer.
Hoseok’s eyes twinkle with mischief upon hearing your words. “Oh, really? Well, it just so happens that I had my eye on it first.”
You glance at the corset still on the rack, it’s the last one hanging, and you cannot give it up. A playful glint flashes upon your eyes, “Well, it’s my birthday gift to myself, so I’m afraid I can’t back up on this.” you say, unsure if the stranger eyeing you back will care enough.
You both stand there, locked in a momentary standoff until Hoseok’s lips curl into a mischievous grin. “Alright, you win! Consider it a birthday gift from me.”
Your surprise quickly transforms into a smile, your eyes shining with gratitude. “Thank you! That’s very kind of you.”
As you exchange pleasantries and part ways, you direct yourself to the register and he trails off to another rack trying to find something else, Hoseok can’t help but eye you again, finding you intriguing. There was something about your spirited nature that had captivated him. And so by the time you finish paying, and come to his aid instead of leaving the boutique offering help to find him something else, you had his complete attention. You had both just agreed that the embroidered small purse was an equally good choice of a gift when he musters the courage to ask for your number, hoping for a chance to see you again. But you already had someone. Not a boyfriend, nothing official… Still, it seemed wrong even if Hoseok tugged at something different in your heart, and somewhat a thing you weren’t looking for at the moment. So with a playful smirk, you suggest that fate should bring you together instead.
“If we’re meant to meet again, we will,” you say with a twinkle in your eyes. A silly naive thought, or maybe a birthday wish.
Hoseok can’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment in your response. After all, what were the odds of crossing paths in a city as vast as Seoul? Unlike you, he isn’t very sure if he believes that kind of stuff. And so thinking that was your polite way of refusing him, he accepts your words with a smile, secretly hoping that for the first time, his beliefs are wrong so your paths can intertwine once more.
What he doesn’t know is, after he goes about his way with discouraged shoulders and the simmering thought he had just lost what felt to be a nice encounter, you halt in your steps in the busy street, feeling regretful. In a quick change of mind, you decide to go back to the boutique after him. But to your demise, Hoseok is long gone.
That day soon flies from both of your minds as time goes by, being replaced by a series of other meetings, memories, and eventful lifestyles. And then three years passed, and Hoseok finds himself sitting in a quaint cafe, sipping on his coffee. Lost in his thoughts, he barely notices when the door chimes, announcing a new arrival. But as he looks up, his heart skips a beat.
There, standing before him, was you, a familiar smile on your lips. Your eyes meet, and a surge of recognition washes over you both. It was a serendipitous reunion, as if the universe had conspired to bring you back together, and that translates into the way you look at him.
Hoseok first asks you to sit, shiply calling for the waiter to take in your request. You share your stories, laughter, and memories that bridged the years apart as you wait for warm cups of coffee, one with extra creme on yours and one refill for him. It felt as though time had stood still, and your pull toward each other had only grown stronger.
In the vastness of Seoul, amidst the bustling streets and crowded cafes, fate had played its hand, this time in an autumn run for a hot beverage. And in the end, it was your shared serendipity and unspoken connection that prevailed, leading Hoseok and you back into each other’s lives.
As Hoseok watched you finally save your number on his phone, with a euphoric smile on his face, he acknowledged that sometimes, against all odds, the universe conspires to reunite two souls who are destined to find each other in the most unexpected places.
“So… Did your cousin like the purse?”, you ask him, returning to the moment you first met.
He laughs amused, and then with a heart-shaped smile and his head gently tilting to the side, he looks at you with a certainty you had never experienced before. “You know… I should send her a text asking. Or just thanking her for being born,” you see yourself chuckling at his response, “Otherwise, I would never meet you.”
“Maybe I’m too trusting of the universe, but after today- After you… I think we would meet no matter what,” you confess, still hypnotized by the joy his eyes shower you with.
You notice that the corners of his lips pull ever so softly, and his eyes shift shyly to his fingers entangled in his mug instead. “I’m a believer after all… Who knew!”
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synopsis. the last 9 years with Seokjin have been nothing but a rollercoaster full of happiness and love and you can’t help but wonder how much your life will change on your anniversary.
genre. slice of life au ◦ angst
pairing. KSJ x YN
wordcount. 1000
warnings. relationships can be complicated, i suppose
Tonight was a big night. And although it wasn’t your style at all, you had taken forever to get ready. Taking one last glance in the mirror, you could see yourself glowing in the silky red dress you had bought specially for the occasion. The vibrant colors hugged your curves with grace and you smiled sheepishly at your reflection, Seokjin popping right into your head.
The smooth fabric cascaded down to your knees, accentuating your every movement and your wavy hair had been styled in loose waves that added a touch of effortless allure to your appearance. The golden earring that had been a cherished gift from Jin on your first Valentine’s Day dangled delicately from your ears.
Your phone rang, signaling that he had arrived and, swiftly grabbing your purse, you excitedly exited your apartment. You slammed the door confidently, knowing that you’d have to deal with the mess your bathroom had been left with only tomorrow morning.
“Wow,” Seokjin leans forward in his seat, kissing your cheek gently. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” You couldn’t wipe the smile plastered on your face, so big that it made your cheeks hurt.
The restaurant exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, its lavish decor and tasteful ambiance setting the stage for a memorable evening. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft, warm glow upon the finely polished tables adorned with fresh flowers. The walls, replenished with framed artwork, added a touch of refinement to your surroundings.
You sat by the window, your table offering a breathtaking view of the city outside. As the evening sky darkened, the streetlights below came to life, their golden hues dancing in harmony with the stars above. The cityscape twinkled with life, creating a magical backdrop for your 9th-anniversary celebration.
The soft music playing in the background and the gentle hum of conversation added to the enchanting ambiance, creating an intimate space for couples to bask in the warmth of their love. Looking around you, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was the night Seokjin was finally going to propose.
With each course, you lavished upon your favorite dishes, greatly accompanied by laughter and shared memories of all your years together. Of course, so did your hopes grow, the expectations soaring to unimaginable heights. But as the desserts rolled in, you felt your heart withered, as Jin made no move to reach for a ring or drop to one knee, a wave of disappointment washing over you.
Silent tears welled up in your eyes, barely concealed behind a strained smile. It had been something that had popped into your head constantly, the beginning of your forever, especially now that you both found yourselves in such good places in your life.
Sensing your sadness, Jin’s eyebrows furrowed, his eyes searching for answers. “What’s wrong, YN? You seem upset,” He probed gently, his voice laced with concern.
Trying to fight back the tears, you struggle to show him a strong smile to conceal your lie “Nothing,” You clear your throat, “I’m just feeling tired.”
Jin’s voice softened as he reached for your hand across the table, “Are you sure?”
You sigh as one tear rolls down your face and your eyes met his worried ones, “I… I just thought tonight would be the night, you know?” He tilts his head, confused. “The night you’d ask me to marry you.”
He’s somewhat taken about by your statement, the retreatment of his hand making your heartache. “I thought we were happy just the way we are.”
“And we are, but—” Your voice trembles as you retorted.
An uncomfortable silence hangs in the air, the weight of your differing viewpoints heavy on your hearts. Over all these years, you had discussed spending your life together, moving in, getting a dog over a cat or even kids, but you were never specific on marriage, assuming you had been on the same page; that one thing involved the other.
Jin leaned back, his eyes searching for your face again, “YN, I love you more than words can express. And I want to be with you, to live the rest of my life with you by my side, but we don’t need a piece of paper to validate our love, or even to make it real… right?”
At the lack of response from you, his voice softens, reaching for your hand across the table, “We can still have a beautiful future together, YN.”
With a heavy sigh, you struggle to find the words, finding yourself in inner turmoil. He was right, of course; you had been happy for all these years, but marriage had been something you anticipated, something to bring your relationship to the next; to prove your love was real and strong.
“I just need some time,”
With an apologetic look in your eyes, you get up from the table, leaving a speechless Seokjin and an untouched desert behind. You ignore his voice as he calls your name from the table and, as you enter the taxi, your heartache and disappointment become too heavy to bear. The passing city lights become blurred as you travel home, your emotions threatening to consume you.
Seokjin is left speechless, cheeks flustered as he keeps on replaying your escape in his mind. He’s quick to ask the waiter for the check, finding comfort in the emptiness of his car where the prying eyes of the nearby tables could no longer find him.
He drives home, and similar to the mess you’ve left your bathroom in, he finds his living room—rose petals on the floor as they lead to the center table, where laid his surprise—a key to his home beautifully wrapped as he had been preparing to ask you to come to live with him.
He laughs drily at the situation, heartbreak tugging into his heart as he can’t shake the feeling of how disappointed you’d be once you opened the little box and saw a key, instead of a ring inside.
synopsis. you are a renowned special agent from kcia and a particular mission is appointed to you. an unsound terrorist is on the run, and to make it worse, you partner up with a guy you hate. to catch this man, you are sent disguised as a newlywed couple, and in the process, everything happens. a lot of danger, mystery, and tension. jeon jungkook is definitely the one to blame for the latter.
pairing. jungkook | reader
genre. secret agents au + angst, fluff, smut
word count. 4847
warnings. threats, mentions of terrorists, foul language, and jk running around shirtless bc that itself is a warning to my heart
a/n. it’s been a while, but we back ! this chapter is now fully rewritten ♡
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❝ bad decisions ㅡ high school au : ̗̀➛ smut + angst + fluff
synopsis. there are people who say that high school is one of the best times of your life: where you find your first love, where you might lose your virginity, where you get to go to your first party, where you meet your friends for life. all they ask is that you live day after day, decision after decision… you try your best to avoid bad decisions and deal with your emotions at the same time.
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“Alright, listen up, team,” Jimin’s coach calls out, his voice soft and at the same time determined. The team gathers around, their attention fixed on the man. Jimin felt a surge of anticipation, eager to know what the figure he often looked up to was about to say.
“You guys have been through thick and thin together,” The coach scanners the faces of his players. “Football is not just a game—it’s about the bonds you forge, the trust you build with your teammates. You’ve experienced victories and defeats together, fought shoulder to shoulder on that field.”
He paused, taking a moment to let his words sink in. Jimin couldn’t help but reflect on his own journey, the countless hours spent practicing, the things and time he had sacrificed along with his teammates. His thoughts were quick to veer toward his best friend, Taehyung, who had always been there for him, both on and off the field.
Jimin looked back, facing the bleachers where Taehyung stood. If he hadn’t been so clueless, he would be there, scrabbling on his notebook as he waited for how long it was necessary to hang out even 5 minutes with his best friend after school.
The coach’s words struck a chord within him, reminding him of the importance of friendship and loyalty.
“So, as we approach the upcoming games, I want you to think about what it truly means to be a team. To be there for one another, to lift each other up when the weight of the world feels heavy.”
Jimin bites his lips nervously. The unspoken words and unresolved tension between Taehyung linger in his mind. It had been a week now since his party, and it had also been a week since he last spoke with his friend. He realized it was time to mend what had been broken.
As the coach concluded his speech, Jimin felt a renewed sense of determination. He knew that true friendship was a precious gift, one that deserved to be cherished and nurtured. With tenancy in his heart, he made a silent promise to visit Taehyung’s house after practice, to bridge the gap that had grown between them and reaffirm the unbreakable bond they had formed.
He was going to get his best friend back.
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IN WHICH... childhood friends reunite in a serendipitous moment, sparking nostalgic memories, unspoken feelings, and the return of an irreplaceable bracelet.
You sat on the bus on your way home after a long day of work, and you can’t help but look exhaustedly out of the window. The summer sun is still ablaze on the horizon, and your eyes feel droopy with the heat as you watch the familiar scenery pass you by. The vehicle starts to approach the next stop and as you lazily focus ahead, you catch a glimpse of a familiar figure standing there, waiting.
Your heart skips a beat as memories flood back, like an old photograph album flipping through time. You lean your head further against the glass in order to confirm your suspicions. It was definitely Jin, the boy from your childhood who had been not only your best friend, confidant, but also the source of your first real crush.
You still remember the soft brown hair that framed his gentle face, and the way his eyes would light up whenever you embarked on your adventures together. You were inseparable, exploring every nook and cranny of your small town, with the world seemingly open to your imagination.
One cherished memory stood out, a smile quirking up on your face; the day Jin gave you a bracelet. It was a simple gift, a woven band with beads that held no monetary value but carried priceless sentimental weight. He had made it himself, you recall his boasting about it, pouring his heart and effort into creating something special for your unbreakable bond, he had said. And you wore that bracelet with pride, like a badge of honor, a constant reminder of his nourishing for you and your friendship.
But as the years went by, life began to unfold its complexities. You grew older, your paths started to diverge. Reminiscent regrets crept into your heart, knowing you had let out your friendship fade away, allowing it to become a mere wisp of what it once was. Life’s obligations, new friends, and different interests had consumed your attention, causing the distance between you to grow like an insurmountable chasm. But you had your part in it. You still remember that strike of unfounded jealousy as the new girl came to your last year of high school, how she grew close to Jin, and how in the end you gave him back the bracelet it was once so special to you in a tantrum he probably could never figure out.
The memories were bittersweet. You recalled the times you had secretly admired Jin, noticing all the little things he did with you that seemed to set your heart aflutter. From sharing his ice cream on hot summer days, to biking you to the nearest town as you searched for that latest top you wanted so much, to staying up late under the stars, counting them one by one as if they held the secrets of the universe.
You wonder if he had known about your old crush on him, if he had seen the blushes that you tried so hard to hide or the stolen glances you couldn’t resist. You wonder if he ever knew that the fateful fight you shared was due to you cowardly trying to sense if he felt the same for you. Maybe he did, but he never made it awkward or uncomfortable. He simply continued being your friend, loyal and supportive as ever… Until that ridiculous and one-sided fight.
As the bus rolls to a stop, you watch Jin through the window, his figure now much clearer. Time had treated him kindly; he still had that warm, welcoming smile that could brighten even the darkest of days. That jovial semblance you knew would never change. You hesitate for a moment, contemplating whether to leave the confines of the bus and embrace the past standing before you.
In a moment of courage, you rushedly get up before the doors can close, stepping off of the bus, heart pounding in your chest. His attention leaves the cell phone he has in hand, and for a brief moment, your eyes lock. The connection like an electric jolt, igniting long-lost feelings. You had your share of crushes, even boyfriends ever since, but somehow nothing felt like this.
And then, to your relief and happy surprise, he smiles that same familiar smile, and the weight of the years seems to dissolve.
“Hey stranger,” he greets you warmly, goofy as you always remembered him to be, as if you were simply picking up from where you left off. This was what he said every time he passed by your house and you walked together to school—his signature catchphrase.
“Jin– Hi,” you reply, feeling a rush of emotions.
You start chatting, and as you do, it feels as though time has rewound, and you were once again those carefree kids who explored the world together. You laughed and reminisced about your shared memories, each one a gem that you had almost forgotten.
Then, to your awe, as you both recall the summer he broke his index finger and you spent it with him inside instead of enjoying the risky activities that came with the sun, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet excitedly. He fishes inside it a small, worn-out woven band with beads—the very same bracelet he had given you all those years ago. Inevitably, your eyes well up with tears as he hands it to you.
“I thought if someday I were to give this back to you it would be in a toast, or at least an alumni gathering,” he jokes, “The bus stop wasn’t my first option… But hey, it’s simple. Like me,” his lips pinch cutely into a lopsided smile.
You take the bracelet in hand, feeling its familiar texture, and the weight of its significance overwhelms you. It wasn’t just a bracelet after all; it was a symbol of enduring friendship and the unspoken bond that not even time and distance couldn’t erase. Or unjustified fights, and petty behaviors.
In that moment, you realize that even if life had taken you both on separate paths, the essence of your connection remained unchanged. And as you stood there, sharing stories and laughter at a shabby bus stop, you knew that no matter where life led you next, Jin would always hold a special place in your heart. It transcended time.
Perhaps your feelings had endured too.
Feeling brave, unlike the last time you held that bracelet in hands, you inhale before looking straight into his beady eyes, confessing, “You know… I had this big crush on you back in the day,” you chuckle. The maturity gained with the passing years allows you to relax and treat it lightly, even though your heart suffers a brief hiccup.
He turns to you surprised, cheeks lightly colored, close to the hues that started to paint the summer evening sky. “You did? Well, now I feel like an idiot… I had a big crush on you too,” he confesses and now you are sure that your heart is discompassed. Scanning your confusion he starts rambling furiously, “What kind of guy goes biking with dead weight to another city just for the dead weight to see if she could find a top?! It wasn’t even to buy! Thank God you found it ‘cause you wouldn’t stop talking about it– But ya! I also had to pay for it because you forgot the money!”
You couldn’t even laugh, instead, you glanced at him with the utmost adoration. Jin had always been the one.
