Reading Is My Passion

"How are you done the front already?" Jimin exclaims in shock, "slow down so I can copy." Jimin laughs as she turns her head back to him and gives him a stare. "What! If you're gonna do the work I might as well copy." Luna shakes her head and laughs at the grade 10 representative.

"I'll let you copy if you give me a chocolate." She says covering the answer she had written on the back of the page.

"You were going to get one anyway, but here ya go!" He says cheerily throwing one of his heart shaped chocolates to her. Luna catches it with a smile and flips her page over and slides it to him.

She laughs as she watches Jimin rapidly copying her work trying to avoid being caught by the teacher.

As Jimin is copying the work Luna looks around at all the other desks, most people were on Snapchat and were sending the stupid Valentine's filters to each other. Luna shakes her head as she watches Taehyung trying to take nice photos, probably to send to the girl Jimin had mentioned.

She looks back to Jimin who was finally copying off the back of the worksheet. "Hey, do you know when the love mail or whatever it was called, is coming around?"

"The cupid mail service..." He says plainly.

"Yeah that!" she says laughing.

"I don't know, during this period at some point. Why?"

"Jin told me I should be excited for it." She shrugs.

"Awe." he coos, "couple's first valentines. 10 bucks he gets you a teddy bear." He says teasing her.

"I'm not going to bet against that, I'm sure he will cause I asked for one." She says with an amused voice.

Just then there is a knock on the door. The science teacher opens the door, then the co-prime ministers of the student parliament, along with a bunch of other senior parliament members walk into the classroom.

"Happy Valentine's day everyone!!" Mary yells out.

"The cupid mail service has arrived! So when we call your name we ask that you raise your hand and one of the cupids will bring you your gift!" Ryan announces after.

"Okay first we have..."

Luna smiles as she watches her classmates recieve their gifts. Some get simple candy, others get teddy bears holding a heart, and others even get a gift basket.

"Jimin Park!"

"What." Jimin mutters under his breath as he raises his hand up. A cupid comes up and places a gift bag on his desk. Jimin's eyes pop out of his head when he peers inside the bag. "Who the hell..."

"And last but definitely not least... Luna Jeon!"

Luna raises her hand, she watches as the cupids go into the hallway, a few moments go by before they start coming back in.

Her jaw drops as she sees what the cupid is holding. In their arms is a giant lifesize teddy bear. Her face turns into a bright red as they approach her with the teddy bear. Everyone in the class turns to her and watches as she gets the bear.

"Here you go miss sweetheart." The cupid says awkwardly, placing the bear onto her. She laughs nervously as the bear covers her like it's holding her hug, the bear was much bigger than her so it covered her entire body... and some of Jimin too.

"He definitely got you a teddy bear!" Jimin says, breaking into a laugh. Luna huffs from under the bear, she tries to slide it to the floor but with its large size it's head only falls onto her shoulder instead.

"Geez, he got you a lot of stuff." Jimin continues snooping into her things. "Woah he got you-"

"Shush!" She says swinging one of the bear's arms into his face. "Let me find out for myself." Jimin laughs at her throwing his head back and the bear covered girl.

She awkwardly shuffles in her spot and manages to get the bear into the aisle so it is sitting against the desk beside her. Luna lips part seeing the gifts on her desk. The blush that hadn't fully left comes rushing back to her cheeks.

A vast array of treats scour her desk and there was even a perfume box on her desk. Luna puts her elbow down and squeezes her temples between her thumb and forefinger. She sighs before pulling her phone out and opening up her messages.

Luna grabs her bag and swings it over her shoulder, she then grabs the bear like she's hugging it and starts walking blindly to the door. As she bumps into a desk the bear's head falls far enough so she can see above him. She slowly walks out of the class and heads to the closest staircase to her locker, which is upstairs.

She reaches the staircase and starts walking up the stairs very slowly, making sure to get both feet on the same stair before going to the next one. By the time she made it to the fifth step she hears running footsteps from the upper floor.

"Luna wait there!" Jin's amused voice calls out. He chuckles as he runs down the stairs to her. "You're so cute." He says going to the same stair as hers, he awes as he sees her face squished up against the fluffy bear. "Let me carry Mr Cuddles."

Luna turns on the stair and holds it out to him happily. Jin chuckles and takes the bear from her arms, he casually holds it under his arm so that the bear's legs don't touch the ground. Luna pouts and starts walking down the stairs instead, "Showoff." she mutters. "Mr Cuddles is going in your car."

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Luna sits in the front seat happily eating some of the chocolate Jin had bought her while watching him stuff the teddy bear in the backseat. "Why does he need to be here, why can't he be in the trunk?" Jin complains as he finally gets the bear sitting in the seat.

"Buckle him up." Luna says grinning at her boyfriend.

"I should of got you a normal size one." He says grabbing the seatbelt and reaching around the bear and buckling it up. Luna smiles as he shuts the door and instead opens the front seat door. He hops into his car and buckles himself up. "Are you buckled missy?" He asks starting the car.

"Yes sir!" she replies.

"I hope you wanted tteokbokki cause that's what I ordered!"

"Really" Luna exclaims, making tiny happy fists that she waves in front of her body.

"I got my dad to make us some, the restaurant should be empty so we can have a little lunch date."

Luna smiles at him, putting away her chocolate and instead holding his hand as he drives towards the restaurant.

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After their short little date the couple heads back to his car. "What time is it?" She asks as they lightly swing their hands as they walk.

"Eleven twenty-five." He says looking at his watch.

"Can we stay here for a bit longer?" She asks looking up at him sweetly.

"Yeah of course, you want to go back inside?" Jin asks, stopping in his tracks.

"Um no... could we sit in the backseat instead?"

"Oh yeah, of course." He replies, grabbing his keys out and unlocking it. "Let me take my coat off first." Luna lets go of his hand and takes her own coat off as well, they each throw it onto their front seats. Then they both go to the back door behind Luna's spot, Luna crawls in first Jin follows in behind her.

"Cuddles?" She asks with puppy dog eyes. Jin lets out a breathy chuckle before opening his arms out to her. Luna crawls onto his lap and curls up into a ball. Her head rests on his shoulder, her nose tickling his sensitive neck.

"You're so cute sweetheart." Jin says moving one hand to cup her head. "Do you have plans tonight?"

"Mmmmno" she says closing her eyes as she lets her head relax into his hand. Jin smiles softly at her, he moves forward and pecks her lips before snuggling her up against him. Jin wishes to tell her how much he loves her, but he remembers his mothers words, 'let her say it first, she's young and needs to discover what loving you truly means.'

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Something they’d always liked to do was gaze above at the stars on a full night. As they grew older, those moments shortened, but they never forgot the feeling of letting go and worrying about nothing as they spent time with each other.

Poppy was usually the one to bring the blanket and pick Jungkook up; the boy opting to stuff his satchel with as many snacks as possible. On certain nights as this, he’d even bring along his sketchbook and a few pencils; the urge to create art even when he was supposed to be relaxing forever constant on his mind.

“Star-gazing was a good idea.”

“Whose idea was this again?”

Kook lay against a basket in the back of Poppy's truck and stretched his arms out. The spot they'd come to was where they'd first met as children, the Seoul Hangang Park. It was a lovely day, as Poppy's mother said, and they'd gone out on a stroll. The same thing seemed to have happened with the Jeon's.

Both of their parents had known each other through mutual friends. But when Kook showed up carrying Poppy on his back after she'd injured her knee, they'd realized they were about to be closer.

"Mmm mine."

A faint smile dawned upon Poppy's lips as she felt Kook's eyes snap onto her.

"I think you mean mine. I told you that if we didn't come back here at-least once a year and wish upon the stars, you'd be clumsy all over again. Just like you were the first time we met."

Poppy brought her eyes onto his.

"Please, that's silly. How are they even connected?"

Jungkook gestured towards the stars and back at her.

"Well, think of it as a silly sentiment of mine. But you haven't scraped your knees since then, right? They're connected cause we haven't broken our tradition."

Jungkook crossed his hands behind his head and took a deep breath. The air was just attaching itself to the sweet aroma of spring and the cool breeze that hung over them was perfect.

"It was my idea."

"Okay okay." Poppy nudged her elbow into Kook's ribs. "You're so annoying."

Jungkook winced in pain as he rubbed against the sensitive spot on his skin. His best friend was small, but she could sure pack a good punch. He'd seen her throw one before, too. It was the day they'd met, of course.

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Poppy had been playing by a huge tree when she heard a boy yelling. She'd peeked around the large trunk and saw a tiny boy getting pushed around. She rushed over and stood in front of the boy - as she liked to tell the story, anyways, as the hero she was - telling the bully to leave.

The older boy didn't budge till Poppy whipped out her tiny fists and warned him he'd be eating a knuckle sandwich for lunch if he didn't go home for what his mom made him. When he turned to laugh with his friends, Poppy punched, hard.

The boy screamed and grabbed his butt, tears spilling across his cheeks as he ran away. She guessed he was headed for his mom then.

The tiny boy, who was standing behind her and watching with wide eyes, wiped at his tears. He was about to thank her when she spun around so fast, she lost her footing and fell to her knees.

Poppy winced, but got up slowly, looking at the boy.

"That was so cool..." The boy continued to stare at her in shock. "I'm Jungkook. Thank you..."

"It's okay, I'm Poppy. If anyone is mean to you again, just tell me!"

Jungkook looked down at her injured knee and became concerned. It took a bit of convincing, but he finally got her to agree to letting him carry her back. He felt so proud then. He was carrying his hero on his back.

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"I'm glad I haven't been alone for any Valentine's day since I met you. I can't imagine anyone else I could've celebrated it with."

"Well, maybe when you get a boyfriend..."

Poppy shook her head. They've had this talk about a million times, but it was still endearing to hear him talking as if he would be replaced if she did find the one for her.

"You say that like you wouldn't get a girlfriend sooner or later. For now, we have each other to spend away from all that... romantic stuff."

They stuck their tongues out at each other, cringing, quickly falling backwards with laughter.

Jungkook tilted his head to the side and smiled.

"It's time we make our wishes."

Poppy needn't know what his was; she never asked either. And neither did Kook with her wish. But they wished for the same thing.

For her: to be there for her friend whenever he needed her.

And for him: to be there to carry her back home.

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[A/N Part 2]: i havent written in a while but this still came out sweet 🥺 half of this was NOT planned till i actually started writing and... i really loved that part of the process <33 thank you for reading! and please read the other stories under the tag of the event!

[Tagging] @softbobamilktae + @taehoneycheeks + @jinnie-forthe-winnie

You scoff loudly, disrupting the tenor’s propriety of silence as you wind up your skincare routine.

“I’m just saying. I've spent ages mourning your absence. This project won't even miss you until after three weeks." He slurs, face finding tenancy on the crook of your neck.

In many respects, he wasn't wrong. And unfortunately, factuality was one unrelenting soldier. Stubbornness, against his unending vendetta towards you overworking yourself, had no chance.

“Come to bed. You'll feel better in my arms... and I promise you it's not just a Sweetie High article sham."

"Thanks for the offer... and ultimately for not breaking into a biology bull session." You gingerly reply. "But we've agreed this year. Giving my best is, inarguably, a must."

"But so is rest." The finality rumbles soothingly against your neck, making you sigh softly. His workings were expectedly palpable, kisses against your skin straying you within every watery wonder of his company.

You were obviously accustomed to the occurrence, but acting as if it were a new thing was a pretty apt contribution.

Arms, bare arms, trap your upper form as the proud owner resumes his tactful modus of persuasion.

"Just one cuddle sesh. It won't take away much. I can assure you."

"Joonie..."

"A good few minutes."

A good eleven hours, you'd heard.

"Fine." The word came out way less reluctantly than you'd intended, all credit due to the odious absence of your boyfriend's shirt. Homage was paid in the form of turning around and awarding time for you eyes to scan the godly craft of who was Kim Namjoon; sleepy as a koala. Brain be damned for being on an entirely different side of the world.

You'd think a resolution had been reached, if it weren't for an instantaneous feat to your shared bedroom in your boyfriend's arms, bridal style to be exact.

"Hey!" You laugh loudly. Arms still make their way around his neck, contradicting your verbal display of protest.

"I wasn't gonna let you off easy, now was I?"

"What- but I'd agreed to your little cuddle fest!" You scream, kicking vigorously and failing to deter him, alas.

You're placed onto the restful surface of your bed, face now violently attacked with kisses. "Your stubborn ass was gonna leave. I'm not letting that happen.”

Cheeks, neck, nose, forehead, whatever was deemed a means of leeway had fallen victim to your boyfriend's show of tenderness. And some more loud giggles were let out in spite of your patent reluctance. "Oh my g- Okay! Okay! One cuddle sesh!" You breathe out. Pausing, you calculate his now vacuous stare before adding on, "I'm not just saying that, I promise."

"Oh, I'm aware." He simply says, languidly shifting to his side of the bed.

Your form eases at the placid wind up, in high hopes for your boyfriend's departure to dreamland. If only hopes could be warned. Those bare arms were at it again, around your waist and tightly securing you within his unnecessarily immeasurable warmth. You release a thorough giggle before he delivers his cheeky promise against your neck. "And I'm gonna keep making sure that you're not "just saying that"'"

Your eyebrows furrowed every now and then, followed by a soft whine. But that could only be heard by a person that is physically next to you. In your head, you were letting out full-throated screams as the scenes of your antipathy were being played out in your mind.

Your hyperventilation was caused by the fact that you were stuck in a sleep paralysis, only to deteriorate your trepidation. But second by second, you began to break free from your incapacity, having still somewhat being in a trance. "Hmph... no.. no," you whimpered.

Minutes after the battle between your mind and your body, gasping, you finally shot out of your sleep trance while your eyes snap open and heart beating rapidly, the fear still prominent in your face. You sat in place, leaning on your arms to keep you steady, breathing heavily as small beads of sweat started sliding down your face. Looking at the window, you notice that it has gotten dark already, whilst watching the water droplets sliding one by one.

"Mh, Y/n, you alright?" Your sudden gasp was reverberant enough to stir your boyfriend awake. He sits up and rubs his eyes

Slightly frightened, you take a quick glance at him before taking a deep breath and answering, "Yeah, Tae, I'm fine."

Unconvinced, he furrows his eyebrows and moves closer. "Are you sure?" He asks you. For what you don't know, he's well aware that you are not fine. And you've always been pretty obstinate about your feelings because you've always wanted to appear as tough and inviolable. Mostly independent.

"Yes, I–" You pause, not even sure if lying to your boyfriend about something he's concerned about was a good idea. You appreciated his concern, you really did. And it's not as if you hadn't been at your most vulnerable self in front of him. But that last moment would've been it. You're strong and independent and that's the only thing people should see.

"A nightmare?" He asks, tilting his head slightly, knowing that the answer is yes.

You take a deep breath and finally give in. "Y– yes." You wince at your stuttering. Even knowing that Taehyung is trying his best to commiserate you, you still in a slight loss of your dignity. "I don't really wanna talk about it, though," you say, crossing your arms.

"Y/n..."

"I'm fine, Tae, I'm fine," you say, trying to ignore the way your lips are quivering. You sat there, avoiding your boyfriend's gaze and convincing yourself that you could fight the tears that are threatening to spill. Unfortunately, you betrayed yourself and let out a quiet sob.

You feel Taehyung shift closer to you. "C'mere," he says softly. You turn to see him with his arms open. Without hesitation, you fell into them and continued to sob. You wrap your arms tightly around him and let him console you, rubbing your back soothingly. "I know you know this, but it's okay to be scared. And trying to act tough won't really help anyone... not saying that you're not strong, 'cause I know you're strong but..." he sighs and let's out a chuckle, failing to find the best way to put his words. "I'm just trying to say that I'm here, and that I don't blame you for being scared regardless of how tough of a person you are. I love you," he finishes, playing with your hair.

Your sobbing ceased and you began to relax, taking in your boyfriend's scent and letting it calm you down. You both lay there, listening to the appeasing sound of the pouring rain and making the most of each other's company.

Taehyung looks down at you, smiling softly and kisses your forehead. "Feeling better?"

"Mm, much, thank you," you say, sighing softly. "Let's just sleep a little longer, I'm not ready to wake up." You look up at him.

"Me neither," he says before pressing another kiss on your forehead.

The sky’s ever-shining orb was in his favor this time - now that the two of you were alone - generous in its part to venerate your deep brown, oh so kissable shoulders, the glitter on your face as well as the decorative assemblage of blossoms in your winsome cloud of coils.

It was the sunflowers he’d taken interest in, how simply consonant they were with your dress gleaming in its audacious yellow and dancing along with the sweetly gentle breeze. He’d always thought the color yellow went well with your skin. There was just something about the sunny hue that roared with praise to the melanated abundance. An unfathomable enigma, but yet a very eye-catching phenomenon. And the sunflowers in your hair? They stayed in spite of every movement, forever in your gorgeous debt. And he adores it. He adores you.

“Okay, what is it now?” Amused, you chime in.

“Just enjoying the view.” The response was delivered painlessly. A bashful smile at the benign simplicity had threatened to make its way across his pretty face.

He’d excluded a minute detail from that treacly answer: he wasn’t just enjoying the view. He'd pictured tenderly calculated steps towards his idle form, whilst numerous eyes tread your heavenly feat with arrant focus. Your eyes would be on each other, gleaming a frustratingly unexplainable ardor worth a role in churchly folklore. And you’d have a bouquet in your hands, of course.

He could hear it now, the fanciful utterance of “I now pronounce you husband and wife,” and his heart did somersaults. The following giggle hadn’t done anything to help the situation either.

“You’ve got something to say, Guk. Talk to me.” You prod gently.

“Well, what should I say?”

“Exactly what it is you’re thinking about saying.” Consonantly, you’d answered his question, the fantastical timeliness sending a bright red rush to his cheeks. His hands itched and quivered about on his sides, a shrill urgency to cover the comically rubescent mess. But he’d kept his hands at their place, anyway. He’s so stubborn, but in no way is that an aidable oddity.

Words, sentences, exalted phrases and aforesaid love confessions; they all hung fire in a line, dancing atop his tongue in a lusty delirium. And all the while he is somehow brought back to your little car-hosted parley, prior to your arrival, about how absolutely rude you have to be to propose at somebody else’s wedding.

Why the fuck did it have to be somebody else’s wedding? That’s what he’d then asked himself after searing cries of excitement from the recurring reception pierced sharply through the peacefulness of the garden. It had to be somebody else's wedding, somebody else’s romantic merrymaking, that steered him to such an embarrassingly amorous rapture. Somebody’s else's wedding was the reason you looked so pretty today. Somebody else’s wedding was the moment he’d fallen in love with you more than he thought he would.

And perhaps that is what he should say to you, if only the abiding chance of a “you’re crazy” slipping from your lips had ceased to exist. But fuck it, he thought. Every fervid flicker of the heart, every seemingly ceaseless musing, had escaped his mouth in the form of a simple tack of praise he at least felt was due.

“You look so beautiful.”

“Is that all?” You challenged, smiling brightly.

“Well.. I-”

“So do you.”

And you were still grinning.

Just when he’d sought the (thought to be) simple task of a love confession, you’d made this more difficult than it was meant to be.

That’s you, his sunflower bride-to-be; charmingly difficult. He’d first uttered the term to one he’d dubbed as his confidante, the lasting beat of that conversation so agonizingly vexatious he’d cursed upon his pliant brain for thinking that one too many shots of vodka was a good idea. Every word of recall entailed a splitting image of what you'd presented on your umpteenth date: a blown out cloud of hair with flowers in it. It was one of two things he’d failed to mention on that amiable night. The other thing was that cruel constraint of gut-wrenching fear that stopped him from proposing to you on the spot. He would’ve at least put back the flower that had cheekily escaped your hair.

But he’s alone with you now, favorably cheated of a derisive body. And time was of the essence. The moment’s vivacity was yet to die out in aid to the bride’s need for her maid of honor. Her maid of honor being you. Fuck, he needed to speak.

“What now, lover? Since when did compliments render you speechless? Thought you were the charming gem.”

“Looks like my said-to-be-common role had been stolen, then,” he expertly replies, poise rekindled.

The both of you treat the disjoining space to its shortage, chests nanometers away from each other. Jungkook’s hand had a mind of its own, slyly tracing its way across the small of your back in deliverance of a recondite intimation.

“Really?” Up goes your eyebrow, along with your hand in sheer keenness to fondle with his dark locks.

“Mh-hm.” He hums in response.

“Hm. But I know you’re still thinking about something. Tell me what you’re thinking about.” You egg on.

It was his queue to perform the required task. It begins with a breathy “fine,” before a zestful touch of his lips on yours follows along.

A light press on the small of your back and your lips alternate with his recurring eagerness… that is before he starts pausing in between kisses to finally abate your intuition.

“M’just thinking about…” he pauses to kiss you again, “…how beautiful you look today…” He kisses you slowly this time before continuing, “…and how I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you during that ceremony.”

“I happened to take notice,” you murmur, ever so impishly. He’s undeterred, all semblance of heed stuck strongly onto the feeling of your warm breath against his face.

“I saw something the other day, something inside me said it would have you all tingly.” He began, adoring your oh so inquisitive cock of the head.

“What is it?”

“An 18-karat DY Unit Cable.” His words escape in a balmy cadence. He continues smoothly, as if quelling waves of confusion weren't made so exceedingly evident, your eyebrows intensely furrowed and all. “It was so pretty. The diamond was so gripping, I’d spent so much thought on the mere modesty of it…”

“Okay, and why are you tel-”

He cuts you off, shakily this time, “I’d also thought about how pretty it would look… on your left hand.”

It hit you with a staggering brunt, the apt realization. And he’d noticed it, unsure of how to take your priceless facial cast. Starstruck was the only possible way to describe it.

He hadn’t even a clue if he was terrified, because right after you’d delivered a stifled “Jungkook…”, more words soberly escaped his lips like he’d prepared for this many days prior.

“It’s a good thing I don’t have it on me. Otherwise it would’ve been quite the show.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Am I?”

“You are!” You interject, an uncontrollably bright smile present.

“Then you should know something else.”

The pair of arms that snake ever so lovingly around his neck incites him so benevolently. He’s convinced that you're ready for his impeded confession, by your justly curious gaze. He takes a deep breath, in hopes to deliver his fantastical piece the best way possible - despite the urge to kiss you again approaching his bodily throne at a minacious velocity; he ought to save that for when it’s considered expedient.

So, here it goes…

“Throughout that tedious ceremony, I’d imagined it was you in a wedding dress, with a bouquet in your hands, standing under that altar and all. I couldn’t possibly identify why. Something at the back of my mind told me that it was simply the way you’d carried yourself. Not to say that I haven’t felt this way for a while… because I have.” He stands taller, if that was even possible, at absolute pains to trounce the heat of his burning cheeks. “But I- fuck. Today, something… happened. Not to be all super syrupy or anything… but it was like some sort of button was pushed. Like… right at that very moment. And I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you. About what we could be. About what I would really, really want us to be.” he sighs, “ what I’m trying to say is…"

“Is…?” You cheerfully goad.

He shakes his head, irked breaths heaving out like he’d had some attack mounted in desperation for his dear life. Always so dramatic. But he'd accept that judgment, anyway.

“It’s not even a question. You have to marry me.”

And that was it right there. His bit was complete.

It was now your turn, to set free the desired tidings of your expression. A sentence; the simple corollary of what is the vibration of the vocal cords paired with the sweet actions of your lips, tongue and teeth; an awaited tool that has the man breaking into cold fucking sweats for whatever reason. It was too bad. His soothing conscience was on mute, and it was from you whom he’d learned the colossal insignificance of those recurring jitters.

“I- I mean… has that ever been a question?” You ask, seemingly stirred.

He freezes, thrilled, an effortless mein of ‘wait… is this really happening?’ “I- so… I’m assuming that’s a yes?”

“I’ll let you figure that out,” were your last words before his lips were back on yours, gleeful chuckles vibrating against each other’s pillowy zest. He’d made it a point to slow down in warmth to time’s relatedness.

Time doesn’t move when he’s with you.

Your hands, catching at the nape of his neck with an unrelenting greed, seemed to agree too, from which his moans and heavy sighs joined in with the breeze’s sweet song of service. He’d swear he could stay, be it all day, all week, all year… forever? Your touch is what he deems a seminal mark of healing worth wars. And many times more, he’ll state the newfound creed.

“Jungkook,” You murmur against his zealous lips.

“Mhm?”

“The wedding.”

“The wedding?” He questions, before helplessly freeing a proud smirk, “Are we planning that now already?”

“I’d wish so too, baby,” you reply, voice dripping with honey in spite of the playfully derisive tone. “Unfortunately, I’m talking about the wedding we’re at now.”

He’d question how at this point his face hadn’t reduced to some eerie liquid substance. A darker shade of red was the best it could do.

He, quite dramatically, throws his head back with a sonorous groan. But that thick subcurrent of irritation dies down in an unearthly flash when he makes eye contact with you again, hand expertly making its way to your cheek for his thumb to graze the miniscule patterns of your skin.

“I love you,” He finally murmurs, ”And I don’t need you to say it back.”

“But I will anyway, you know that.”

He chuckles at that, aware of you in every respect.

“I love you too.” You murmur sweetly.

More screams of excitement lash out in a clamorous, reproofing manner. But as a show of thoughtful mercy, you’d decided that a few minutes wouldn't really harm anyone if they’d put in the effort not to take it to heart.

“As magical as this moment truly is, my devilishly materialistic side is thrilled to see what kind of show you would’ve put on.”

A tongue in cheek was all you’d intended the silky utterance to be. Truly. And he knew that. Even so, keen eyes found their way to the ground, all regard to the aforementioned diamond ring being put to rest.

His fount of influence lay barren among the vividly green streaks, yellow petals still attached to its treasured brown bundle of seedlings. He slowly bends down, as if trying not to scare it away, picking it up with a godly precision by its petal.

He’d remained aware of your feverish gaze. It lingered all the way through, and he himself was at his very best to maintain it the moment he stood to his feet again.

There it was, that frustratingly unexplainable ardour, dragging on and on as his hand delicately delivers the strayed sunflower its refuge within your curly tendrils.

You’d gotten the picture, he was certain. But a sweet purr was owed to sustain the tranquil sentiment.

“It would’ve been something like this.” He whispers.

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gen. tags: @junkiegotswagg @misshale21 @welcome418 @namjooniebjonesuniverse @kiwixjimin @jinternational-playboy @toasti-boi @sunnysidefangirl @lavienvante

Night. Mira used to know that time of day a little differently. She would come back to the lonely place she called her abode and went to bed with thoughts of struggles.

The city went to sleep hours before her, the silent buzz of passing cars coming to a halt eventually. The sky seemed to pick up the quietude, spilling tears of its own and crying out thunder whenever it didn't have someone mesmerized in its beauty. The streets deserted till the morning, except for a few passing strangers and partygoers.

She seemed to have left that idea of the nighttime to the past now, however. Now she came home to a warm smile, and a boy that reminded her to look at the beautiful side of the city.

The way the passing cars formed a cacophony that could lull her to sleep. The rain that came pouring down allowing her to feel cool on the outside, warm and comforted on the inside. Even the streets weren't deserted. They were filled with the stories of everyone that walked their paths and the faint sound of music the stores played.

...

Mira met Jimin about 3 years ago. Right around the time it was Easter. Every time she thought of how cliché of a meeting it was, she shook her head.

Jimin had apparently seen her searching around with a little kid for a lost cat and admired the way she both kept the kid calm and found the animal before it leaped into a deep pond. He'd came up to her just a few minutes later and asked if he could take her out for a coffee saying her "heroic act deserved some sort of treat."

The little kid turned out to be his little cousin. He'd dragged Jimin over for the Easter egg hunt, but they never got there in time because of the missing cat incident.

Mira gave him her number after a few minutes of declining his offer and told him she'd be free the next weekend. And that's when they met up. And they kept meeting up together till one day - around the 15th date - he asked her to be his girlfriend. She'd agreed, because she knew something was different about him.

See, Jimin was really like any other boy. He had dreams and passions of his own. A family he cherished and friends to fool around with. He was a happy boy that seemed to bring his joy everywhere with him and spread it like wildfire. But what she saw in him was his compassion.

Mira found out through him that he wasn't really one to tell people of his sufferings and troubles. Jimin had always been the one to bring happiness to the sad. He didn't have the heart to share the sadness as easily as he was willing to share his happiness.

So it had been a shock to him, surprisingly, when he spent an evening - about a year into their relationship - talking to her about how hard it was. How hard it was to always have a smile. How hard it was to push aside his true feelings and pretend. Make real feelings come to life from his fake exterior.

It also came as a shock to him when Mira reached a hand across his back and brought him into her embrace. He'd always thought that the first thing someone would've done if he'd confessed was judge his emotions. He wasn't sure how to express them, a result of bottling up half of his feelings and left inside him to swell until he burst that day in front of her.

It was the way that Jimin looked at her next that made her realize. That he really was the one. The one that had managed to break into the stress-filled mind of hers and separated her from her busy life. He was the one that held her hand when it got cold and she was seeking the warmth of another, even if he always complained how her hand was just as big as his. He was the one that managed to steal her heart by becoming the sweetest boy she'd ever met, even if he was the most stubborn one as well. But she guessed that he was that way, because he wanted to be.

Jimin didn't know how to gather the words to tell her how much she meant to him, either. Everyday that passed just seemed like a proving point. A proving point that she was also the one for him. He loved the way she would react to the smallest details with her nose buried in a book. He found it absolutely hilarious that she wouldn't have his help even if he was the tiniest bit taller than her. He seemed to find joy in that, their height difference. Maybe because he'd always been the smallest one, no matter his age, and to have found a person that was although-not-much-smaller-but-enough-for-him and much more stubborn was truly the highlight of his life.

…

That way, almost 3 years have passed since the two of them met. They'd fallen into a rhythm and learned how to live with each other.

They'd moved in together just a few months before. Jimin had looked like he wanted to run back home with the way he’d been shivering. He'd asked in such a cute way, too. So Mira didn't really find a reason to reject him.

"Mira... I've been meaning to ask you something."

She'd noticed the way he'd been clutching at his stomach as he stood before her those few months ago. "What is it?"

Jimin had to collect his breath and his thoughts. He couldn't take the pressure building within himself and decided to ask her straight out. He knew that even if she declined at the moment, it wasn't a big deal. He would've waited as long as it took. Even if it never happened he wouldn't have loved her any less."Will you move in with me, Mira? I know... I know that this is really random, but I've been thinking and... I felt like it's the right time to."

Mira had put the book she’d been focused on away and shifted her glance onto him. Of course she would've accepted right then and there, but the nervous boy kept talking, looking down at his hands.

"And it's completely fine if you don't feel the same way yet! I know that it's a big step considering I don't live too close to here. And if you've gotten used to this place, then it would feel weird there for a while. Or if you agreed, I could also come here! There's both options... And we can't forget the..."

Mira slipped out of her spot on the couch and walked towards him. Jimin was blabbering now. He'd always done that when he was trying to explain himself, the thoughtful boy he was. He must've noticed her not sitting in her spot because he stopped talking and looked her way. She knelt down before him and placed both of her hands on his.

"Jimin... I would love to come and move in with you. I've been playing around with the idea myself for a while now, wondering what could happen." Her eyes were captured by his as he stared intently. He seemed to latch onto every word she was saying. "But I know that it's not going to be anything bad."

Jimin felt his heart beating at a much faster pace. He wanted to hear these words so much, even though he expected there to only be a small chance of them. He grabbed her hands firmly and leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead.

"Besides, the only bad scenario I can think of consisting of you and me living in the same house is the way we might not get out of that bed of yours." Jimin seemed to love the sound of that. She could feel the way the corners of his mouth curled into a smirk against her forehead. "Don't get any weird thoughts, Min. We'd stay cuddling through the whole weekend, and complain bright and early when work calls."

Jimin pulled back, and at that moment, Mira realized yet again that he was the one. He'd flashed one of his big, goofy grins, all of his teeth on show. His eyes disappeared underneath the crinkles surrounding them and she felt her heart skip a beat. He truly was - and looked like - an angel. 

"Well then, we will be having a moving in day for you soon!"

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Night. Mira was laying on Jimin's - or her’s as she could say now that the two of them were sharing - bed and pressing thick, brown locks of hair softly between her fingers. Jimin had his eyes closed next to her, humming a tune.

It had been a pretty quiet day and the two of them enjoyed it in silence. No work, no stress, and best of all, no need to tell each other that they just wanted to cuddle and stay in each other's presence. Mira had just gotten around to rest in bed, and it was now way past midnight. The movie she'd chosen to watch turned out to be longer than she thought.

"You know what's been on my mind?" Jimin opened his eyes and gazed at her softly. He looked as if he'd been thinking about something again.

Mira had a smile glued to her face as she stared back at him. "What is it?" She removed her hand from his hair and placed it over his waist, moving closer to him. She'd been feeling giddy lately. For no particular reason.

Jimin's lips pressed into a small smile as he put his hand against her back and starting rubbing gently. If the two of them weren't talking, the motion would've been enough to help her go to sleep. "I've been thinking about us. Well... when we're older. Much older."

Or maybe that reason was him. Mira felt her hand automatically going to shield the place above her heart before it jumped out. "Ugh, such a sweet thought. I can't..."

Jimin rolled his eyes and put his hand over her own. "I mean, there's so much to look forward to!"

Mira could see him getting excited over something like this. The thought of being with him when they were "much older" made her heart leap. It would've been a lie if she said she didn't think about him in her future as well. How she wanted to be there for him everyday. Get married one day and choose to have kids. 'Only 1 though.' She'd told him. 'Well that depends on the kid wanting siblings, hm? We'll see when we get there.' He'd raised his eyebrow at that and smirked. Of course, he would. Royal flirt, he is. And finally, growing old together.

"I've been thinking about the kind of place we'd want to live together in. If we are going to be with each other for that long, we need to get out of this small apartment." Jimin continued. He'd held some of his fingers up as if to count all of the possible plans he had going into this.

"Well, I thought of how the house could still be small. But with a beautiful exterior. We'd have plants and some pets hopefully. We've both been wanting to get a cat anyways. A pretty little garden bed for my own experiments. Maybe a swing for you and the kids-." Mira blushed thinking about the kids. It's too early for that...

But Jimin seemed to catch on. "Agh, the kids, huh? Plural, too! You've been thinking about more than our future home, haven't you?" He brought his head towards hers and bonked it with a grin. "Well, I love those ideas, too. They sound so magical."

"Mhm." Mira were smiling enough for her to jaw hurt. But she didn't care. Hearing these words could never bring her sadness. Just hope. And joy. She pressed her face against his chest and heard him stop for a few seconds.

"Are you tired, baby?" Jimin found his free hand caressing her cheek, his other one keeping her against him. He pressed a kiss to her eye and pulled up the covers. "We can add more plans later. We have all the time in the world to grow old together anyways."

Mira nodded against him and tilted her head up to kiss his jaw. "Till the end? Of all the time we have?"

"Till the end, Mira. I love you."

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[A/N Pt. 2] Thank you for reading this random mess! ^-^ Until next time. ♡

The guy sits there for a moment, watching her twiddle her thumbs and look everywhere around the restaurant but at him. He understands that she must be shy and decides to take the lead in conversing.

"Hello, my name is Jimin." he says, bowing forward.

"Uhh, hi my name is Nani." she says timidly, after a moment she realizes she should bow back, she mimics the movement he did rather fast. Jimin lets out a quiet chuckle at her nervous movements, he quickly thinks of something else to say so she doesn't sit there nervously again.

"You in university?" he asks.

"Oh yeah, third year psychology," she says.

"Oh nice, I'm in the dance program, I'm in my third year too." he says with a proud smile on his face.

"Oh wow I didn't even know our school had that program!" she says surprised.

Jimin nods at her, "That's most people's reaction to me saying that, you'd be surprised though, it's ranked 3rd in the state for the program."

"Wow I had no idea!" She says, "What campus is your class on?"

"West building, your's is in the East right?"

"Yeah, though a couple of my classes are randomly in the Central campus, I think those ones are there just to mess with me." she says, making a face.

He laughs slightly seeing the obviously annoyed face, he assumes that she had a previous experience of going to the wrong campus that still haunts her. "Bad experience?"

"Oh my goodness don't even ask" she says waving her hands in front of her frantically, "It was the worst day I've had in years!"

"Oh wow that bad?!" he says looking confused at her.

Before Nani could say anything a waiter arrives with a tray of nuggets and the beloved waffle fries. She lets the waiter place it infront of her, she smiles brightly at her food and goes to dig in but then she looks up at Jimin.

She instantly puts her hands down and sits there contemplating, they hadn't intended to eat together in the first place so she can very well eat now. But that's rude, you always wait for your friends to get their food before you eat. But they're not friends, but they are talking? So does it count?

Nani sits there awkwardly as she thinks, across the table Jimin looks at her with a confused look as she stares down her nuggets.

"Nani?" he says to her, her head snaps up to him. "Go ahead and eat, no need to wait."

"No no! It's okay, I'll wait!" she rushes to say feeling guilty.

"No Nani, go ahead!" he says chuckling, a big smile on his face showing off his teeth.

Nani blushes as she continues to refuse eating, she could feel the heat rushing to her head and neck making her hunch back onto herself. She covers her face with the back of her hand, she lets her hand touch her very warm cheek. She worries that he will be freaked out by her heavy blushing and will never talk to her after the meal.

Luckily another waiter comes by with a tray of his food, this allows Nani to dive into her food and avoid all eye contact. Jimin chuckles as he eats his Cobb Salad, his eyes staying on her hunched frame.

It takes about 5 minutes for Nani to fully finish her food, she was obviously more hungry than she previously thought (maybe a sandwich would have been a better idea). At this point Jimin had eaten about half of his salad, and Nani being Nani couldn't just run, he knew her name! He knew where to find her too!

Nani sighs as she sits there, she couldn't dare to bring her eyes up higher than his hands. She couldn't help but be nervous around him, his smile was enough to make her swoon, and then add the way his eyes scrunch, my goodness she couldn't look at him again.

"Nani?" he voice calls out making her slowly look up at him.

"Yeah?" she asks quietly as her eyes meet his.

"How was your dinner?" he asks as he looks down at his salad as he stabs it with his fork.

"Oh um, it was really good!" she says, on instinct her thumbs begin to twiddle together once his eyes come back to hers.

"Well that's good, I hope it was worth all the waiting." he says, letting out a laugh. Nani can't help but laugh at his comment.

"My parents taught me my manners, okay!" she says holding her hands up like she was caught.

"It's actually quite refreshing, most people wouldn't even bow back, they'd go straight for a hand shake." he says. "You could say they're quite shaken that I don't do handshakes."

Nani lets out a loud laugh at his pun, "oh my goodness! You just sounded like my friend!"

"Is that a complement?" he asks laughing.

"Oh yes! Like the best compliment you can get!" she says laughing while thinking of her Tumblr friend. "She is the funniest person I know, and would totally be proud of your pun."

"Well I'm glad I could pass her vibe check." he says, one side of his mouth lifts in a smirk. "And if I pass this check, you don't think she'd mind if I took you out on a date, do you?"

Nani chokes on the air at his comment, she turns away and starts coughing into her elbow. It takes her a few seconds to stop coughing, and quite a few more to compose herself. When she turns back she meets the gaze of an unconfident looking Jimin, his eyes seemed to have sunk, his lips were parted and lowered, and his whole body language had lowered.

Nani gets worried that her coughing made him think she was creeped out or didn't want to. "Oh Jimin, I'm sorry! It's just um... I'm not used to boldness. Or being asked out." She says while nervously laughing.

"Oh! So is that a yes?" he asks with a newfound excitement. Nani couldn't trust her voice so she just nodded to him. Jimin does a fist pump, the lettuce on his fork flings around the table making Nani burst out in laughter. Jimin can't help but burst as well, partly from embaresment and the other part from how heavily she was laughing.

It takes a few minutes for both of them to fully compose themselves and be able to look at each other without breaking again. "Well can I get your number then?" he asks her.

"Yes, yes you can," she says with a happy smile. Nani takes his phone into her hands and types her name into his phone. She debates on putting an emoji on it for a few seconds, but then she remembers the memos she's been told: "You gotta risk it for a biscuit". Nani decides to be bold and add a double pink heart beside her name. She saves it and then slides his phone back to him.

The two talk for a while as Jimin (very) slowly eats the rest of his salad. Once he finishes the two pack up and clear off their table, then together they make for the parking lot.

Before Nani can reach the door to push it open, Jimin runs in front of her and pushes it open for her.

"Oh thank you!" she says giggling at his actions.

"No problem, my lady." he says taking her hand into his hold, he brings it up to his lips and gives her a kiss on her knuckles.

Nani wanted to squeal at that very moment but she withholds the urge and instead just scrunches her face. Jimin smirks at her once again, he pecks her knuckles once again before letting it back down.

"I should be going back to my dorm now, I'll see you again soon?" he asks as he walks towards what he assumes is her car.

"Ah yeah, text me when you're free. I'm not good at finding free time so it's best if you tell me a time and I show up" she tells him.

Jimin nods, "Well I will text you soon, until then!" He bows slightly and then gives her an eye smile. "Bye Nani," he says as he walks off.

"Bye Jimin!" she yells as he walks away, he turns his shoulder and gives her a wave before turning away again.

Nani watches him for a moment but quickly decides she needs to get in her car. When she gets inside and slams her door shut she lets out a loud squeal. She pulls her phone out and puts her data on, she opens Tumblr and starts messaging Zee.

"ZEEEEEEEE!!!!!

I TALKED TO A GUY

jhhjlgfkjndvjineq

A HOT ONE TOO!!!

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For the next two weeks Nani waited for a text from Jimin, every couple minutes she would check her screen to see if she got a message. But every time she checked she got the same disapointing answer.

Nani spent the two weeks being a bit upset, well more than a bit, quite a lot actually. Nani had gone out that very evening to find a new outfit to go on a date, she spent way more than she alloted but the thrill was worth the extra money.

But for now it is just hanging in her closest waiting for the day someone will ask her out again, and hopefully for real.

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A few days before Christmas Nani found herself inside Walmart, she was shopping for food and drinks to fill up her dorm supply. As Nani skims through the carbonated drinks she hears a voice she recognizes. At first when she looks she doesn't recognize they guys walking but after a moment she sees that the pink haired guy is Jimin.

Nani eyes widen as she looks at the bright colour on his head, it was a colour she thought was off limits for hair, but man Jimin was proving her wrong. Nani couldn't help but follow them with her eyes as they walk down the aisle towards her, she only looks away when Jimin's friend punches his arm and points at her.

Nani goes back to looking at the drinks and pretending like she did not just get caught staring.

"Hey Nani!" Jimin calls out when he gets closer to her, Nani turns her head towards him and lets out a forced smile. Jimin tenses up seeing the smile, "What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing, just stressed from school." she says trying to pretend like she isn't upset to see him.

"No really, what's wrong?" he asks again, his arm comes up and grabs onto her upper arm.

Nani gulps at this, nerves kicking in. "I'm fine, really." she says as she tries to brush his arm off. His hand stays planted on her arm as he gives her a look mixed of hurt and worry.

"You seemed really excited after we met but you still haven't texted me back," he says.

"What do you mean! You haven't texted me!" Nani says, her jaw dropped. Jimin shakes his head and pulls out his phone to prove his truth.

"Look," sure enough Jimin had sent numerous texts to the name: Nani 💕

"Did I put it in wrong?" Nani says covering her open mouth. Jimin opens the contact and of course the last two numbers had been flipped. "Oh my goodness I'm so so so sorry, I thought I had it right. I feel awful that I did that to you" she takes a breath as she tries to stop the tears forming in her eyes. "Oh my goodness I'm awful, I just accused you. I'm really sor-"

Her words are stopped as Jimin pulls her into a hug, he lets out an adoring laugh when he feels the wet patch on his shoulder. "Please don't cry lovely, it was an honest mistake and I'm not bothered." He says, his hand rubs up and down her back trying to comfort her.

From across the aisle Jungkook has his phone out taking pictures of the two hugging (in Walmart), he has no idea what is going on but he senses that these pictures will be handy at a wedding. When Jimin notices him he give him a glare and the finger, which only makes Jk laugh and snap more photos. After a long enough glare Jungkook finally takes the hint and leaves the two alone in their aisle.

"I'm really sorry Jimin," she says sniffing into his shoulder.

"It's okay lovely," he says. Without thinking Jimin places his lips on her hair for a sweet kiss, Nani squeaks and cuddles further into him and his fluffy red cardigan. Jimin blushes at her cute reaction and debates about kissing her head again. His descion is made once Nani backs away from him, wipping the tears off her cheeks.

"How about we change the number in my phone and then forget it even happened." Jimin propses, Nani nods happily and reaches out for his phone. She swaps the number and reads it over multiple time ensuring it was correct, she then passes it back over to him. He immediatly starts tapping away on his phone. Nani turns her back on him to look back on the shelf and finally grab the Kimura Ramune drink she was looking at before he arrived. Once she puts it in the cart she hears a ding from her phone. Nani reaches her hand into her purse and pulls out her phone, when the screen brightens up she finally sees the message she has been waiting for.

"Hey beautiful, want to go on a date?"

"Yeah!" Nani says loudly, she turns to him and smiles. "I would love to!"

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By the end of December the two had become a couple and couldn't wait to share the new year together.

The year had felt something like a fever dream. They looked, acted, sounded, and were the perfect the couple.

11 months later they were sharing their first Christmas as a couple together. They had decided they were both going to go to Jimin's hometown for Christmas and would visit Nani's after for the New Year.

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After a three hour road trip Jimin pulled the car up into the laneway of the his parents home. The house was decked out in decorations, from lights, to wreaths, to the large candy canes lining the walk way up. The whole house looked like a wonderland, the only thing missing was snow.

Nani hopped out of the car excitedly, she wasn't too nervous to meet the family since she had to do zoom calls with his family many times over the summer. His whole family was so shocked that he decided not to come home and spend it with her, so after pestering him about her he finally gave in and let them all meet the girl he was ditching them for. They of course all loved her and loved them together.

From the other side of the car Jimin stands up and cracks his back loudly. He then pops the trunk open for them to get their bags. Nani and Jimin grab the two shared bags and set them on the ground. Jimin smiles at Nani, "You ready?"

"Yeah, little nervous but mostly excited." she replies.

"They love you so don't feel nervous, okay?"

Nani nods her head at him, she then grabs the smaller bag and pulls the handle out. "I know, I just hope I won't shut off and be my shy self."

"It'll be hard to be shy around my family, nearly every single one of us is an extrovert. So even if you want to be shy and quiet they won't let it happen, they'll make sure you're talking and having a great time." he says.

"So I take it the only quiet time is when everyone is sleeping." she comments making Jimin nod aggressivley. He grabs the other suitcase and starts pulling it towards the house.

"We have a loft if you ever need peace," he says over his shoulder as they walk up to the porch. Before they even reach the stairs the door is pulled in and five people come running out to them.

"Ah Jimin honey I've missed you!" "Oh look at you handsome!" "Oh Jimin darling so wonderful to see you!" "Jimin darling auntie missed you!" The voices all call out as they surround him. Nani eyes grow wide at them, she stands a few feet away watching them obsess over him.

The one lady who didn't crowd around him apporaches Nani, she recognizes her to be his mother. Nani gives her a polite bow, something she had picked up over the (almost) year of dating Jimin.

"Oh hun you are so beautiful!" she gushes to her, his mothers arms open up for a hug. Nani lets his mom hug her laughing as she squeezes her tight.

"Thank you Mrs Park." she says as they seperate.

She scoffs at the name, "That will not do, call me mom." she says shaking her arms in the air in front of her body.

"Okay mom," Nani says smiling at her.

"Is this your girlfriend!" one of the ladies surrounding Jimin yells out.

"Ah yeah, her name is Nani." Jimin says turning to her. "And Nani these are my aunts, Dal, Soo-yun, Ji-Hye, and Mari." he pointing at each one. Nani bows to the ladies which makes each of them coo and become excited over his girlfriend.

"She is just so gorgeus Jimin! How did you manage her?" The aunt Nani believes is Dal says, Jimin laughs.

"I don't know aunt Dal, I've been wondering the same thing." he says. Nani smiles at his words, her eyes unconciously look down to her feet.

"Lets head inside, I'm sure these two would love to unpack a bit." Jimin's mother says. All of the aunts head inside with his mother, leaving Nani and Jimin standing outsid by themselves.

"Nani?" Jimin says as he approaches her, her eyes still trained on the ground. She wips her head up, Jimin sees the big smile on her face and can't help to join her in smiling.

"I'm glad we're here." she says looking at him. Jimin reaches out and pulls her into a hug, one of their favourite activites, only behind cuddling. Nani puts her head into his neck, she basks in his warmth for a few moments before pulling her head back enough to look him in the eyes. "I love you." she says sweetly before giving him a peck on the lips.

"Mmm, I love you too!" he says returning a kiss onto her lips.

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After spending half an hour unpacking and laughing about the stuff in his room they finally head back up to the main floor where everyone else is. There had to have been at least 30 people crowding in the three rooms, though the kitchen was only filled of a couple people who were running about and cooking. The rather large dinning room had many older people sitting about drinking wine and chatting at the table. Then the rest, (which had to be around 15 people) were crammed into the living room watching Elf. Nani smiles as she watches Buddy make a Christmas tree out of the elevator buttons.

A bunch of the little kids in the living room laugh out with their adorable and loud laughs. Nani can't help but laugh at their infectious laughs. She grabs Jimin's arm and pulls him to the ground in front of the couches, they sit an lean against the couch where kids feet dangle near the edge.

"Uncle Jimin!" a little girl screams out, she comes barreling off the couch and runs into his outstretched arms.

"Jasmine!" he says back enthusiastically to her as he squeezes her into a tight hug. "How are you cutie?"

"I very happy!" she says with a very big grin.

"Because of me?!" He asks. Jasmine nods and falls forward into another hug.

"I missed you, when you was gone." she says cuddling into his chest. Nani coos at the little girl, she was so adorable and cute. She had a red and white Santa esc dress on, she had her hair in two adorable little pigtails popping out the sides. She even had the same eyes as Jimin, so when she smilied her eyes shut closed just like his.

Jasmine turns her head on Jimin's head and looks at Nani with curious eyes. "Uncle, who is she?" She whispers loudly to Jimin, this makes both of them giggle at her cuteness.

"This is Nani, she's my girlfriend" he tells her.

"Like mommy and daddy?" she asks confused.

"Kind of like mommy and daddy but we are like them before mommy got the ring on her finger."

"But mommy always have the ring!" she says confused.

"Not always, mommy and daddy dated before they got married and before they had you." Jimin tries explaining to her. Jasmine expression doesn't change as she sits on his lap.

"Hey Jasmine, do you know any Disney princesses?" Nani asks the little girl.

"Yeah! My favourite is Jasmine because we have the same name!" she says with lots of excitement.

"That's so cool!" Nani says to her. Jasmine hops of Jimin's lap and sits herself on Nani instead. "Okay, so you know Aladdin?"

Jasmine nods at the question, "He has a monkey!" she says.

Nani nods while scrunching her face. "Yeah, and he is also dating Jasmine. This means the love each other and are going to get married like mommy and daddy one day."

Jasmine seems to understand what Nani had told her, "So you're going to be marry uncle Jimin?"

"Hopefully," Nani says quietly to the girl. Jimin smirks at the answer, he moves his arm and places it behind her and pulls her in so she's leaning against his chest. Jasmine cuddles into Jimin and Nani making them smile and think of their future.

"Uncle Jimin?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for bringing auntie Nani home, I am really happy now because I asked Santa for one." She says as she watches the movie.

Nani's heart melts at her words, and then her heart races at Jimin's. "Don't worry Jas, one day we'll bring you home a cousin."

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The rest of the night was spent watching Christmas movies and introducing Nani to all the family members. Jimin was right when he said most of them were extroverts, only 3 of them seemed to be shy like Nani.

By the time they had gotten to their room it was midnight but neither of them were tired enough to lay down yet. Nani stands by Jimin's shelves as he changes, all the shelves had multiple trophies, awards, and medals sitting on them.

"Are these all from dance competitions?" she asks.

"Uh yeah most of them, some are from school though." He responds, he walks towards Nani and comes behind and wraps his arms around her waist. He places his chin on her shoulder. Nani places her arms on his and rubs his arms.

"Today was nice," she says, Jimin hums in agreeance. "Jasmine was so adorable!"

"She really seems to like you."

"I'm glad" Nani says moving her head to lean against his.

"Me too, she's been wanting a real aunt like the other kids."

"So you're saying were going to be getting married?" she says giggling.

"Not yet, give it a year or two the we will." he says. He pulls her closer to him and holds her tight. "I love you so much." he whispers.

"I love you more."

"I love you most."

"Not possible! I love you most!" Nani exclaims before giggling.

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The next few days were spent the same, movies, food, talking, board games, and lots and lots of lazing about the house. Nani was feeling stuffed and bored of sitting in the same few rooms all day, her head was pounding from all the voices. She needed to go lay down but of course the basement was being used by the kids for their play area.

Nani sits on the couch cuddled into a ball holding her head in her hands. All she needed at this point was peace and quiet, and a nice place to sleep.

From in the kitchen Jimin notices Nani unmoving on the couch. She had been laying there for the past hour and Jimin was becomming convinced she was sleeping or pretending to be. He walks over to her curled up form and places a hand on her side. Nani rolls over to see who it is, she pouts and makes a grabby hand for him.

"What's wrong lovely? he asks, his hand moves from her side to the side of her face. He strokes up and down her jaw with the back of his fingers. Nani's head relaxes into the touch, eyes closing at the feeling.

"Headache, and people tolerance is at zero." she says sighing.

"Wanna go up to the loft?" he asks, she nods at him but makes no effort to move. Jimin sighs but crawls over the back of the couch, he comes and places his arms under her body. He scoops her up in his arms starts heading towards the loft. He walks catiuoslly up the stairs not wanting to fall with her in his arms.

Once they get all the way up the flights of stairs they reach a small a roof shaped room. It had a small bookshelf filled with books, movies and games, as well as a television. There was bean bags and fluffy chairs around the room making for fun and comfy seating.

Jimin places her on her feet letting her choose a place to curl up again. She moves towards the giant bean bag but doesn't move to sit down.

"Jimin?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you lay with me?"

"Of course dove."

Jimin grabs a random book off the shelf before jumping onto the bean bag. Nani laughs silently as he struggles and squirms around in the bean bag while trying to find a nice position. Eventually he just gives up and lays there staring up at her. Nani crouches down and crawls onto the bean bag, she lays so she is half on his chest. She lays face up so she can read the book Jimin picked.

Jimin moves his arms to hug around her while holding the book, he shows her the cover of the book. It has a sad title: "Love Leaves Just Like Autumn."

"Sounds like a sappy romance that has a couple breaking up and getting back together multiple times." Nani states after looking the cover up and down.

"Oh great, do we want to read this one?" he asks.

"Yeah sure."

About fourty minutes later Nani's prediction of a couple a breaking up and then getting back together came true. After a week the girl was getting on her knees and begging for him to take her back because 'she can't survive without him'. Nani couldn't help but scoff at this part, especially now that the girl was complaining to him about how he loves her.

"Seasons come and go... so why does it feel like your love does too?" Jimin says out loud. "That's so sad and deep."

"Mmmm I'm not moved, neither of them are truly in love. They're in love with the idea of being in love together, not in love with each other." Nani says for a matter of fact.

"Well out of context the sentence is." Jimin says trying to save his words.

"I guess, though in context she is lying to herself."

"Okay well hopefully they fully break up at the end." Jimin says hopefully looking down at Nani.

"Yes they both deserve someone else!"

An hour later they are both groaning at the ending. "All those wishing on stars finally lead me to you." Nani shivers at the thought of this 'great' relationship and all the horrible things they said about and to each other. The girl was totally not in love with him and was definatly not wishing on any stars for him.

"If you ignore your feelings about the book, are you feeling better?" Jimin asks Nani.

"Yeah, annoyed but yeah I do."

"Okay, well that's the book so yeah you do."

"Can we just stay here a bit longer?" she asks him. Jimin nods at her throws the book on another bean bag, he then wraps his arms all the way around her and cuddles into her as she does the same.

They lay together and bask into each other for a while, at one point they both fell asleep for some time before stirring awake from random loud calls from the main floor.

After a while they hear pitter patter running up the steps towards the loft. They look at the opening and see little Jasmine running (waddeling with speed) up the stairs with a giant smile on her face.

"IT SNOWED!!" she yells out very loudly running to them and jumping on top of them.

"How much?!" she asks Jas.

"A lot, like higher than my head!" she exclaims cuddling into their chests.

"Wow that's a lot!" Jimin says to his neice.

"Can we go play?" she asks them.

"Of course Jas, we'll go put on snow stuff and get ready with you." Jimin says poking her cheek. Jas hops of the two of them and heads towards the stairs.

"I will tell Daddy you're coming outside with me!!" she says before grabbing the railling and slowly stepping down each step.

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10 minutes later they were lacing up their boots to head outside. All five of the youngsters were all geared up in their snowsuits, Jasmine was sporting a bright pink snowsuit that was brighter than a highlighter.

Once Nani finished lacing them up she grabbed a pair of mittens from the large bin of snow gear that Jimin's mom had pulled from the closet. Nani walks over to Jimin who is crouched beside Jas as he helps her put her hat and mitts on. She watches with a smile as he goofs around and puts the mittens on the wrong hands, Jasmine laughs in pure joy at her uncle's antics.

"Uncle Jimin! Other hands!" She yells out making Jimin facepalm dramatically.

"Oh no how did I mess them up!"

"Auntie Nani can you put them on instead?" Jasmine asks as she pats the top of Nani's boot. Nani crouches down beside Jimin and nods to the little one.

"Of course Jas, and don't worry I know what hands they go on, unlike silly uncle Jimin." She tells her making Jas giggle and then stick her hands out almost as a challenge to see if Nani could. Nani pulls them off her hands and dramatically thinks about what hand to put them on for a moment. "Hmmm I think it's this way." Nani hums before putting the mittens on the right hands.

Jasmine cheers and claps her hands when she sees that Nani did it correctly. "Yay! We can go play now!" She yells before rolling over and crawling to stand up. As she stands she looks like a marshmallow with the way she is all stuffed into the snowsuit. As she runs to the opened door all you can hear is her happy giggles and her swishing and swooshing of the pants.

Jimin and Nani walk out the door together and run out into the backyard. Almost instantly a snowball is thrown at the couple, from behind the shed Jimin's brother and cousin stand at the ready with numerous snowballs. Luckily Nani was able to doge the ball of snow hurdling at her, it drops down just a foot in front of her. Jimin instantly is on the ground patting snow together into balls, Nani follows suit and starts helping him make the balls.

Another snow ball hits the deck just a few inches from Nani, this makes Jimin grab a snowball and whip it in the shed's direction. It smashes against the wall no where close to hitting the guys. Nani laughs at his attempt, she grabs her own ball and chucks it as best she can towards the shed. It falls a few feet away from the corner, much better than Jimin's throw, but it does nothing to help them as two balls come hurling at them.

Nani ducks out of the way but Jimin gets hit on his back since all he did was turn. Nani laughs at him and grabs another snowball ready to defend her boyfriend. She throws it and manages to hit the tip of Jimin's cousin's boot, "Haha! Got you!" she says laughing and pointing at him.

His cousin laughs and tries throwing another ball at her which she dodges easily. She taunts him a little by calling out "Hehe you can't get me!"

A light slap of snow hits Nani's leg making her look at the guys confused. "Got you Auntie Nani!" Jasmine says pointing at where she hit her.

"Jasmine! How could you!" she says with her mouth open wide.

"Daddy told me to." she says pointing over at her father who is throwing snow at Jimin. Nani frowns at the little girl which only makes her laugh out loud happily. "I tell Daddy I got you!" she yells before running off to her dad.

Nani sighs before grabbing another ball and throwing it toward Jimin's cousin which misses him by a few feet. The next few minutes is spent full of Jimin and Nani horribly attempting to hit them, while also dodging the horrible attempts of being hit.

"I'm going in on a death run, I distract and you hit, ok!" Jimin says giving her a thumbs up before making a run for it. He runs towards them and starts throwing them with poor aim and power. Nani grabs the ball at aims at the men at a standstill throwing at Jimin, she hits the his brother easily. As she throws the ball at his cousin she regrets throwing it, the ball hits Jimin in the back.

"Oh no I'm so sorry!" she yells out regretfully.

Jimin turns back and looks at her with a hand over his heart. "My own Nani just hit me!" Before Nani can apologize again Jimin is already running at her with a handful of snow. She screams and runs away further into the backyard, Jimin chases her with the snow and quickly catches up on her.

Jimin swings on arm around her waist and stuffs the other in her face. He smothers her face for a few seconds before dropping his hand down, the rest of the snow falling with it. Well except for the snow that is stuck on her face in clumps. She spits out a bunch of snow from her mouth which makes Jimin laugh at her.

She whines as she wips her frozen face of the snow clumps. Jimin goes to help brush it off her face and hat but she turns away grumpily.

"No." She says shortly as she turns away from him again.

Jimin can't tell if she is serious or not so he reaches out for a third time.

"Stop, I don't want your help. I want to be wherever you're not." She says.

Jimin luckily hears the playful tone in her poutiness and finally reaches out and holds onto her. "I'm sorry Nani, I won't do it again." He says as he flicks the snow from ontop of her hat to the ground.

"Good." she says pouting up at him. "Close your eyes." she tells him. Jimin immediatly obliges and closes his eyes shut for her. A moment goes by and Jimin groans at his guliableness. A handful of snow had been smushed into his own face and the culprit was giggling loudy as she ran towards the house.

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Finally after a week of being at the Park family home Chirstmas eve had arrived, the whole nigth was spent playing games, caroling, and watching all the Home Alones. The night was so wonderful and Nani was so glad she came with Jimin to his family Christmas.

Nani and Jimin had offered to do the dishes tonight so that everyone's parents could wrap their kids presesnts and place them under the giant tree in the foyer.

Nani had her hands in the warm soapy water as she rinsed the untensils from dinner and desert. Jimin stood just to her side with a tea towel at the ready so he could dry the dishes and put them away.

"Are you excited for tommorow Lovey Dovey?" Jimin asks as he grabs the fork from her outstreched hand.

"Mmmhmm" she hums to him as she dives her hands back into the water. Jimin kisses her temple at her answer, she seemed tired and couldn't wait to be done with the dishes so she could sleep before they were inevitably woken up at an early morning hour.

"How much more?" Jimin asks trying to look into the water through the piles of bubbles.

“A couple more plates and that’s it” she replies handing him another fork. He takes it from her hand and dries it as he walks to put it in the drawer. Nani rinses the plate and puts it on the dish rack (as per Mrs Park's request since she believes that the streak when you hand dry them), seeing that his job is done Jimin places his towel on the counter. He then comes up behind Nani and back hugs her, his head hiding into the crook of her neck.

Nani leans her head on his while she cleans, "last one," she says. Jimin kisses her neck softly before moving his head back, his eyes watch as she rinses the plate and then moves it over to the dish rack. Once she places the plate down Jimin steps back and then spins her hips around so she is facing him. He moves his head forward and places a long kiss onto her forehead, his lips lingering for a few moments before he dives his head into her neck again.

Nani smiles and wraps her arms around his torso, pulling his body closer to his. "Thank you." She says to him. He hums in confusion in her neck. "For bringing me here, my family isn't as big on Christmas as yours. I've had lots of fun celebrating it with you and your family."

"Of course lovely, I'm glad you're here. And I'm glad you get along with my family!" He says into her neck, Nani's cheeks heating up as she feels his lips moving on her skin as he talks.

"Well I'm stoaked they actually like me!" she says smiling. Jimin pulls his head out of her neck and looks her in the eyes.

"Of course they'd love you dove, you're gorgeous, beautiful, humble, kind, beautiful, generous, and did I mention beautiful." He says, his hands come up and cup her cheeks making her lean her head into his hands.

"Thank you Jiminie, I love you!" She says happily, her arms moving to come around his neck. Jimin places his forehead against hers and closes his eyes.

"I love you too Nani." he whispers.

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"Auntie Nani! Wake up!" Jasmine's voice yells out from on top of her. Nani rolls her upper body over to see an enthusiastic Jasmine sitting on her, she also sees Jimin smirking in the doorway.

"I'm up." Nani says in her groggy morning voice.

"All the way up!" Jasmine says hoping off of her to instead jump on the bed. She jumps all around the bed giggling and cheering about it being Christmas morning and that Santa had come in the night. "Come on Auntie Nani! We need to open presents!" she yells as she continues jumping around the bed.

"Oh goodness Jas! Merry Christmas to you! Love you lots! Now please stop jumping on the bed." Nani says to her.

"Are you going to get up?" Jasmine asks continuing to jump.

"If you stop jumping I will!" Nani exclaims making Jas instantly stop jumping and hop off the bed completly. Nani throws the covers off of her and picks up Jas from the ground, Jasmine happily sits in her arms and cuddles up against her shoudler.

"Merry Christmas Lovely," Jimin says as she goes to pass him in the doorway. Nani narrows his eyes at him for a moment and then looks to Jasmine.

"Did he tell you to jump on the bed?"

"Yeah! Uncle Jimin told me to wake you up too!" she says ratting him out.

Jimin gasps at the information being leaked, "That was our secret Jas!" Jasmine giggles at her uncle and his face.

"Bad secret so I tell." she says to him.

"Mmmm looks like Jas is giving relasonship advice, you should listen." Nani tease making him shove her shoulder lightly.

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Christmas morning was wonderful, all the kids opened their presents and freaked out when they got the things they really wanted. Jasmine had screamed and ran around the living room when she opened Jimin and Nani's gift, it was an album that apparently she had been begging her parents for all year. It was Tommorow By Together's album called The Chaos Chapter: Freeze.

Jasmine sat down beside the two of them and with the help of Jimin she opened it to see the posters and photocards she got. She jumped for joy when she sees her favourite member, Beomgyu, face on the card. She gives both of them a big hug and runs over to show her parents her gift.

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Later that morning Jimin and Nani were one of the few left in the living room. All the kids were playing with their gifts, and most of the parents were out in the garage watching Mr Park trying to set up a little play place that the family bought for the kids.

Jimin gets up from the couch and picks up a little gift box from under the tree and brings it over to her. She takes it from his hand and waits until he sits down before unwrapping it.

Under the paper was a long black box, seemingly for a necklace or braclet. Nani opens the box to see a charm braclet laying in the box. She gushes at the silver braclet sitting in the box, it had a couple charms on it already. There was a flower charm, a dance shoe, a duckling, and a chicken head.

Nani laughs when she sees the chicken head, it was obviously a nod to how they met. "I love it so much! Thank you so much Jimin!" she says reaching out and falling on top of him to give him a hug.

"I'm glad you like it!" he says. "By the way, do you know how hard it is to find a chicken head charm!"

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One Christmas as a couple down, many many many more to go.

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Merry Christmas Again Nani!!! I hope you loved it!!!

I had so much fun being snickerdoodle/mcdoodle/doodle :)

"Mom, did you see him!?"

Ziya rubbed against her arm as she felt the sting of her brother's punch start to hurt more. She had had enough of her siblings' antics in the car ride today, and she didn't - she couldn't - take another hour of the non-stop whining that happened around her.

They'd been in the car for about 3 hours already and none of it would be categorized under the usual fun she had on roadtrips. Ziya was relieved that she could take a break from driving as she was with her parents. But that was the only thing going for her, and now she wished she would have driven to avoid being caught in her brothers' constant bickering.

"Zee... we're almost there. Please don't work each other up over small squabbles. And Andrew, stop it."

That was the end of the loud fighting, but Ziya could still hear her brothers whispering about a little dare they were planning with their cousins. If it were just them, she could've avoided her siblings over the next week. But her cousins and their parents, and even her grandparents, found time to come enjoy with them.

She wasn't so sure about how much she could manage with all of the awkward silences, hot summer heat, and terrible wifi they'd have.

Ziya turned away and looked out the window. She'd thought that the vacation would be a break away from the mountain load of work her college had been assigning. But here she was caught in the crossfire between wanting peace and quiet and spending time with her family.

This trip didn't seem to be going so well.

...

"Kiddo, can you get the bags from the car? Your brothers and I are gonna get some food for tonight."

Ziya was in no rush to drag all of their suitcases from the trunk all the way to the elevator.

They'd booked a somewhat larger room for their 2-nights stay for the beach and packed even more than necessary. They planned on staying at her grandparents house for the next week so that it would be easier to do things with them.

She somehow succeeded in putting everything into the elevator and slumped onto the floor as it began its ascent. Ziya hadn't even been there for an hour yet and she was already missing her friends and, more importantly, her comfy bed. She could feel her eyes becoming heavier as the elevator took its time going up the big building.

About a few seconds into dozing, Ziya thought she heard the faint ding of the doors opening and someone mutter a soft "oh" before the doors closed again. She opened her eyes and rubbed against them, looking around to see if anyone was there.

No one but her and her suitcases.

She stayed awake for another few seconds before the doors opened, and she yelled out for her mom to come help her.

...

Ziya flopped onto her bed and stared up into the dark room. She was thankful to have a bed to herself for these two days, because if she had to deal with one of her brothers during the night too, she would probably go sleep on the couch. Or better yet, the floor.

She was so exhausted that she didn't have to rely on anything but closing her eyes to drift to sleep.

...

Having slept till 11 in the morning, Ziya felt a bit more rested the next day. She was finally getting to go to the beach and relax in the new bathing suit she’d received for her birthday.

It was a black one piece that had semi circular cuts by the waist. It also had a beautifully carved emerald at the base of the v-neckline. It was fake, but that wasn’t important. It was a gift from one of her friends, who had a somewhat matching swimsuit in white and a ruby in place of Ziya's emerald.

She'd quickly thrown it on under some comfy trousers and a t-shirt with a cardigan and hopped into the car. This time, she sat beside her dad as he drove, leaving her mom sighing as she got into the back and shut the door.

The drive wasn't too bad, and Ziya even had the chance to spot a few of her cousins in their cars before they reached and found parking spots. She knew she wasn't going to be having a blast with her cousins because she was much older, but she still felt that happiness of being surrounded by people she could call her own.

She did, however, spot her grandma and ran up to hug her, earning a hearty chuckle from both of her grandparents. Ziya hadn't seen them in over a year and the short week they'd be spending with them was too little for her to accept. So she wanted to be with them as much as possible.

...

"Does anyone want any drinks?"

Ziya spotted a few of her cousins walking to and from the concession stands towards the back of the sandy shore and asked her brothers.

"Well you already know my answer to that," the oldest of her younger brothers, Darius - or how they liked to call him, Dare - said, smirking. He was the one that got on Ziya's nerves the most, but she was going to ignore it today.

"Which is...?"

"That I'll take double if you are the one getting it?"

Ziya rolled her eyes and grabbed the tiny purse she'd brought with her. She was going to head over to the raspberry lemonade stand she'd seen earlier, but decided to get her brothers' drinks first. She turned around and searched for a soft drink stand, wanting to give her brothers the chance to drink them to their heart's content just this once.

To her luck, she found the Coca-Cola stand not to far from her and squeezed through a huge line for the snow cones. The line for the cola wasn't too large from where she stood, so she could get to her lemonade without worrying about them running out anytime soon.

Once she got up to the table, she scanned it and found glass bottles of Coca-Cola slipped into cases of ice.

"How much is each bottle, please?"

"$2.45 for each one."

Who she saw in front of her when she lifted her head up could only be described as a movie star. He was dressed in an almost cropped Coca-Cola shirt - how funny - with a silver chain and black cargo pants to complete the look.

"I like your shirt."

"Thank you! I'm guessing this is your first time here?"

Ziya raised an eyebrow at that. How...?

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that. It's just anyone who comes here regularly knows that I wear this shirt every single day."

The boy didn't look much older than her, but at the same time, the voice that was tickling her ears was not that of a 19 year old. It was a deep, hearty kind of voice, a baritone if she ever knew one. But one with a particularly strong accent.

"Sorry, forgot to introduce myself. I'm Taehyung."

Perhaps he spoke another language?

"Ziya."

"Long story short, I showed up wearing this about a year ago after finding it at nice store and my boss thought that it was perfect. It showcases what we sell and it also makes me stand out. Whatever that meant."

That he did. Ziya wanted to explain to him how his muscles seemed to be spilling out of the short sleeves on his top and the people standing up in line - mostly girls - were noticing them, too.

"Well, at-least you didn't show up without a shirt. From what I can see, he would've made you a model showcasing more than just coke bottles."

Taehyung widened his eyes at her comment and burst into laughter.

Ziya fell into the rhythm and chuckled, her stomach twisting and untwisting itself in the process. She was so nervous in front of this handsome boy, but his laugh made her ease up a little bit.

"Thank you for the compliment. And I have to agree. It's better having to repeat this shirt rather than have people gawk at my body while serving drinks."

Ziya scanned around them and spotted at-least 3 girls taking quick glances at the boy in front of her. He seemed to catch onto her findings and chuckled deeply, nodding.

"Rather than having more people gawk at my body, I should say."

"Oh yeah. Thank you for the drinks!"

Taehyung glanced at the girl as she cradled the four drinks in her arms and disappeared into a crowd. She was something interesting.

...

"Zee, I told you to not make a big deal out of what he does! Honestly I don't know why you can't just leave him be. If he gets in trouble, that's on him, you don't have to get involved."

Ziya bent her head down in anger and to cover the embarrassing tears falling out of her eyes. She never liked being blamed for what her brothers did, but in front of her entire family? This was nothing but humiliating and she just wanted to get away for some time.

She didn't respond to what her mom was going on about and waited for her to give up. Once she felt no one was watching her, she took off towards the other side. Somewhere she could sit and get away from the loud chatter of her family.

...

Ziya found a spot along the shore, about a mile away from the group and sat down to stare at the water. It was rippling up against her feet, and she liked feeling its cold touch. But it wasn't enough to cool the unbelievably hot evening heat and her scorching anger.

She never understood why she was the one to be blamed even if she were the only responsible one in the situation. At one point, it would've made her angry enough to shout. But now all she could do was wipe away at the constant tears that kept wanting to spill.

"Hello again!"

Ziya turned to look up at the boy she saw earlier at the cola stand and widened her wet eyes. She quickly looked back down to wipe at her eyes and bit back another sob. "Hey! Nice seeing you again."

"Are you... alright? Why are you crying?"

Taehyung sat down next to her, his knees bent in front of him. He looked over at her slightly, wanting to know why the eyes that were so beautifully clear earlier were now so full of tears.

Ziya shook her head and smiled up at him. She wasn't one to share her sadness, especially not with a boy she'd just met. She would've rather swam across the ocean in front of her than talk about her problems. Besides the better question was why did such a beautiful boy have an interest in her?

He was just sitting there staring at her with a look of concern. A multicolored scarf was tied around his forehead to keep away the bangs that were styled away from his face. Ziya wasn't sure how he could groom himself this perfectly, not that he needed it. Taehyung looked to be a natural beauty, with his broad shoulders and strong legs clearly visible. She was sure that he worked hard everyday to maintain himself, but no matter what the rest of him looked like, his face made him look much younger.

"Just irritated because of the heat, that's all."

Taehyung seemed to think about her answer and didn't ask to avoid prying. He wanted to see her beautiful smile again.

"Well, we'll just have to find a way to keep you cool, huh?"

Ziya watched as he stood up and offered her his hand. He smiled, his cheeks protruding, as he gestured her to come with him. She gladly accepted, pushing away the earlier events.

Maybe an evening exploring with a cute boy was just what she needed.

...

He still didn't let go of her hand. Ziya kept looking down at their entwined hands and felt her cheeks get a bit warmer. Taehyung seemed to be searching for something, anything at all, that would be a step closer to making her feel a bit cooler.

Taehyung stopped running and looked down at her. She was considerably shorter than him, perfect for him to pick up and carry on his back. He shook the thought out of his head and reached up to scratch the back of his neck. The thought only came into his mind because it would help her catch the wind and really cool down. Right?

"Okay, stop one! Do you want to eat watermelon?"

Ziya almost burst into laughter upon hearing Taehyung's serious voice. He made it seem like getting her to cool down was his mission, and it was cute.

"Sorry, I don't eat watermelon."

"Oh... well that's okay. I'll have watermelon and we can get you some other juicy fruit. How 'bout... strawberries?"

Ziya clapped her hands together and nodded. "Perfect."

...

Ziya was uncertain as to how they ended up at the same place as earlier. They'd been eating their fruits - and she found out that he loved strawberries, too - and chatting about her college and his odd jobs.

"I work this cola stand for a few weeks every summer. Been doing it for about 5 years now, and the rest of the time, I help out at my dad's farm. I've tried retail, but arguing with the nasty bunch is not my thing. If I ever encounter someone like that here, I press the special button my phone, and someone - who I like to call Zero - shows up to remove them from the premises."

Ziya could understand why Taehyung sounded a bit more mature for his age. They weren't little kids, that's for sure, but he was definitely a bit more experienced and thoughtful about helping out and earning money while her classmates back at college only cared about being in relationships and talking about tv shows they hated. "Zero?"

"Oh, because once he's called, there's zero noisy customers left."

Taehyung made an 'O' with his hand, emphasizing the result of this security man's presence.

"I see."

"Well, anyways, how are you feeling?"

Ziya stopped in her tracks and looked down at the warm sand. She'd been walking in it for a few hours now, but the feel of it made her feel grounded for some reason. Was a boy she just met asking her how she was doing again? It shouldn't have been a surprise, it was just a simple question.

But she didn't get much of that question back home. It was always her trying to power her way through work, school, and her family. There was never time for anyone to sit down and ask about her without it turning into a sobfest of some kind.

"I'm feeling a bit better, thank you."

"Why of course, beautiful lady. You are very welcome."

"B-beautiful?"

Taehyung looked down at her widened eyes and held back a chuckle. He didn't know if he wanted to tell her, but she looked rather adorable with her wide, surprised eyes gazing up at him. If only he could lean in a little bit more...

'Get these thoughts out of your head, Tae. What would she think if she knew you keep thinking of her this way? And she'd waiting for an answer?! Come on!"

"Y-yeah... very. In fact, you reminded me of a beautiful flower that grows back home, where my mom lives, in Korea. It's called a mugunghwa, or a hibiscus. It can be more than one color, making it seem lively and very beautiful to look at."

Ziya hung onto every word he was saying. No one had ever compared her to the beauty of a flower. Much less one that was in a different language. She could feel her heart strumming with happiness as she tuned out everything around her. The ocean's lapping at the shore was audibly dimmed. The chatter of the people surrounding them seemed to come to a stop. And even the birds going home for the night seemed to have stopped chirping to let her listen to him.

"Just like you."

Taehyung tried winking, but his eyes seemed to have other plans. Both of his eyelids closed, ending in a blink instead.

Ziya giggled and brought a hand up to cover her mouth. Not once did her eyes want to leave his, her greenish orbs stuck in some kind of a loop of staring into his dark brown eyes. Once her laugh stopped, she gave him a small smile.

"Let's head back now?"

...

Ziya picked up her phone and glanced at the time. The two of them had been gone for at-least a few hours too much for her family to be unconcerned about her.

Sure enough, she could see a few people running around a small campfire, shouting what was close to her name. Ziya motioned for Taehyung to stop, and she rushed over to one of her uncles.

"Oh my god, are you okay?!"

She did her best to reassure them and tell them that she just went out exploring. It wasn't a lie, just not the whole truth. Ziya couldn't help but want to get out of her family's sight again to say bye to Taehyung. As much as she hated that the day was coming to an end, she couldn't keep him waiting.

She waited for her mom to stop squeezing her from her tight hug and thanked everyone for looking out for her. Then she ran towards the boy, who was kicking tiny hills of sand into the ocean.

Taehyung looked up at her and grinned, his teeth somehow glowing enough for her to see in the darkness. The moon was just starting to rise and they had a great time with each other. Something the two of them weren't sure how to put into words.

"So... is everyone okay? They seemed really worried."

"Yeah, just a bit concerned because I didn't tell anyone I was going off by myself. Or... with you."

"Oh. Well I enjoyed this evening too much to regret that."

Taehyung looked down and noticed his sandals were covered with the sand. He wanted to kick it off but he couldn't seem to move. He was blushing, and the reason wasn't simple to him. But he liked standing before this girl he just met and having to cover his face from her. Even if it was too dark for either of them to see clearly.

"I did, too. Thank you for making it so much fun."

Ziya was having a hard time with trying to think of the right words to say. Taehyung seem to have turned her whole day around. And as magical as a boy making her trip better sounded, it was sadly coming to an end. She was about to say her goodbyes and thank you's again when Taehyung spoke.

"Wait... if you don't mind. May I have your number?"

He wanted to be sure he was asking in the friendliest way possible. They'd just met and it was still likely that Ziya thought of them as nothing more than coincidental acquaintances. But he liked her, and her presence. He didn't need more of a reason to want to contact her for another fun day like today.

"Oh... yeah of course!"

Ziya was beyond elated. She was sure that she wasn't doing her best to hide it. She was just surprised that he wanted to talk to her again one day. She gently grab the phone that he held out to her and typed in her number. As she turned the phone off, she noticed a picture of a dog on his wallpaper and smiled.

"I guess this is goodbye for now..."

"Yeah... thank you again."

"No problem! I'll get to see you again?"

Ziya could feel her cheeks on fire as he continued to say the things that made her heart race. She wanted to know what this feeling was, crawling up all over her.

"I sure hope so."

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Ziya was woken up by her brother the next morning, her hands shoving at the wrinkled bedsheets and her hair covering her face. She'd had such a good night of sleep after a while and even managed to avoid her usual weird dreams.

All she could think about was that boy, though.

Her eyes shot open as she thought of him again and reached over for her phone from the nightstand. Was he really there... or was it all part of a good night's dream?

Ziya wasn't certain about what she was looking for, but as she kept thinking about the boy and what had happened, she remembered what he'd called her. She searched up "cola boy" and there it was. His contact beside an emoji of a dog, the one she now remembered putting in right before he said goodbye.

Unsure of what to do with it for now, Ziya turned her phone off and grabbed at her pillow. She held it close to her and smiled up at the ceiling, her hair draped around her.

Maybe this trip wasn't going to be so bad after all.

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[A/N Pt. 2] AHHH i'm so happy to have finished this and I hope it was good because I loved writing this one 🥺

Namjoon had asked you to help redesign the island in Animal Crossing. It was your game, your Switch, but he had somehow managed to grow more attached to the game than you had. You had begged him to play it with you when it first came out. Now, the only reason you turned it on was because of him.

Animal Crossing had been a steadfast source of solace now that things had been getting busier. Namjoon’s job was starting to pick back up--things were starting to open, venues were starting to open--and so his stress levels had started to pick back up, as well. Free time was scarce. But at least once a week, the two of you would cuddle up on the couch, a large, fluffy blanket thrown over your legs, and eat takeout and play Animal Crossing.

You had grown to look forward to it.

Your head leaned against Namjoon’s shoulder as you silently placed your hedge fence, accenting it evenly with a bit of stone fencing. He continued his patio, sighing in frustration every once in a while when he would accidentally place the path on the wrong square.

The whole island was Namjoon’s design this time. Currently, you were focused on giving Tybalt a front yard that matched his hobbies. You’d spent time during the week trading random people online for the recipes to the barbells and kettleball to complete Namjoon’s vision.

He hummed when he was done laying the stone, pressing a gentle kiss to your hair. His hand let go of his controller to wrap around you, pulling you closer to him for a moment that didn’t last quite long enough. You could spend the rest of your life snuggled against him. He was soft, despite his muscle, and he was warm, and his hugs always made you feel safe and loved.

You would miss that while he was away.

You’d only been dating for a little less than a year--nine months, really--but already, he was such an irreplaceable part of your life. Mondays and Thursdays he would show up at your place as soon as he possibly could. Sometimes one of his hyungs would drive him, sometimes he could convince one of the managers to drop him off. But always, he would wrap his arms around you in a bone crushing hug and tell you he missed you.

Weekends, he and Moni would show up on your doorstep, a bag of takeout in his hands. You would read together, or watch a movie, or do work, just spend time in the same space as one another.

Now, Moni’s head was on your lap, the little white dog tired after the walk along the river you’d gone on earlier. You scratched behind his ears gently as you listened to Namjoon lay out the rest of his plans for Tybalt’s house.

It didn’t take long for you to set up the outdoor gym. Some barbells, a pull-up rack, a radio, and a small outdoor table and chair. By the time you were done adjusting the last item, Namjoon had already run off to the next house he wanted to redesign.

You paused and leaned forward, grabbing the takeout container from your coffee table and leaned back, taking a few mouthfuls of noodles before offering the container to Namjoon. He took it gratefully, stuffing his mouth and offering you a tight-lipped, dimpled smile when he got sauce on his face.

He hummed as soon as he was done chewing, pulling you close again, his hand running through your hair. “What are you doing in two weeks?”

You shrugged, leaning into him. You reached across his lap, grabbing his other hand and playing with his fingers. “Not much, I think, why?”

“Don’t make plans.” You could feel him smiling against your head as he placed another kiss to your hair.

“Okay.” You laughed. “Why?”

“There’s going to be an update,” he said shyly, refusing to look at you. “I would like to play it with you as soon as we can.”

You cooed, reaching up and cupping his jaw gently. Your thumb ghosted across his cheek, feeling his dimples appear as he smiled. “You’re cute, you know that?”

Namjoon turned his head slightly, his lips grazing your palm. He was silent, melting into your touch, the game forgotten for the moment. You could see the slight pink dusting his cheeks.

Below you, Moni snored loudly. You both broke into laughter, leaning into each other for support.

When you calmed down, you smiled, kissing his cheek quickly. “Just tell me when, Joonie Bug,” you told him softly, picking up your controller. “It’s a date.”

Part of the Long Term Couples series. Read more here.

"Did you study for the quiz Jk?" she asks.

"No? Why would I?" he says laughing, "I didn't even know there was a quiz."

"Of course you didn't, and of course you also didn't know you would get a formula sheet if you made one." she says laughing at his expression.

"Let me copy yours!" he says quickly, giving her puppy dog eyes.

"Better yet I'll give you my extra one that I randomly made," she says pulling the small slip out of her pocket placing it into his open hand.

"You're my favourite sister," he says, pulling her into a side hug as they continue walking to the math room.

"Glad I won that competition." she says laughing, taking a sip of her coffee. "Hey!" she yells out when she feels someone grab her wrist, the cookie being stolen from her hands. "That's my cookie you thief," she says, turning to see the person who stole her precious cookie.

Her eyes widen as she sees Jin standing there, cookie in hand.

"Sorry Luna," he says shrugging, he takes a large bite out of her cookie making her gasp and runs forward to try to get it. Jin chuckles as he continues chewing her cookie, with his arm raised high above his head out of her reach. "It's mine now," he says laughing at her pouty face.

"Don't be mean! Me and Kookie made them last night together," she says, jumping trying to reach it. Jin smiles at her cuteness as she hands her coffee and phone to Jungkook so that she can jump better. "Give me back my cookie" she whines after jumping too many times without success.

"Hmmm" he hums, tapping his chin, "only if you go on drive with me tonight."

"Fine" she huffs out, "give me the cookie," she holds her palm out waiting.

"I'll pick you up at 7" he says and then places the half eaten cookie into her hand. Luna smiles at him with a light blush on her cheeks before turning away and walking off with her brother.

"Dude you're whipped already," Chanyeol teases from behind him.

"Yeah, I have a good feeling about her." Jin says watching her turn the corner, only then does he look at his friend who has a giant smirk on his face.

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"Mom, what time is it?" Luna yells from the bathroom as she rushes putting in her earrings.

"It's six fifty-two hun, don't rush,” she yells to her daughter, her footsteps telling Luna she is coming to her. "Did you put your perfume on?" she asks as soon as she gets inside.

"No, I don't wear perfume anymore, Kook's sensitive" Luna says, tucking her hair back trying to get rid of her fly aways.

"You're not impressing your brother Lu!" she says, "Ariana or Prada?" she asks, pulling the two unused bottles out.

"Ari" Luna says, grabbing the bottle gently from her mothers hand. She sprays her wrists and places it on her neck, then sprays one over her head for good luck.

"You look gorgeous hun!" her mother gushes when she turns and faces her. "Jin is going to be in awe."

"Mom, don't embarrass me this time, please" Luna asks, grabbing her phone off the sink.

"No promises" she replies, making her daughter sigh.

"He said he was on his way five minutes ago" Luna says, "oh goodness I'm nervous," she says biting her lip.

"Luna the boy likes you okay! You're a freshman, if he didn't he wouldn't waste his time," her mother tells her, making Luna smile.

"Thanks mom!" Luna and her mother walk out and head down the stairs to the kitchen to wait for him. Jungkook and their father were standing at the island, both their eyes on her as she entered.

"You look pretty princess," her dad says, making her smile.

Luna goes and stands beside her twin, Jungkook unwillingly lets her rest her chin on his shoulder as she back hugs him. "You smell strong," he complains.

"Suck it up for five minutes buttercup," their mom says, her phone in her hands taking pictures of her twin babies. Jungkook groans and tries to hide from the camera but his sister's hold makes it so he can't escape.

"Get off me!" he says, trying to rip her hands apart.

"Noooo" she says jumping onto his back, her legs holding her up around his waist.

She gasps when she hears a knock at the door.

"I'll get the door," her dad says, waddling over to the door with excitement.

Luna hops off her brother's back and adjusts her tennis skirt, she gives her brother a look of concern that her mother doesn't understand.

Jungkook sighs and pulls her into a hug, "why are you nervous all of sudden?" he whispers to her.

"What if he doesn't like me like I like him?" she whispers back, worry lacing her voice.

"Then I'll fight him" he says making her giggle, "as much as I don't want you getting a boyfriend, I wouldn't be mad if you date him, he's actually a good guy".

Luna hugs her brother tight before sighing and letting go, she walks to the front door. Her father and Jin are immersed in conversation, her mother standing off to the side holding Luna's things.

Luna blushes seeing Jin, he's wearing blue ripped jeans, a navy blue crewneck, and a black cap.

He notices her presence as she approaches her mother, he smiles seeing her all dressed up to go out with him. She is wearing a baby blue tennis skirt, a white top, and a baby pink cardigan.

"Bring her home for ten" Her dad says gaining both of their attention, Jin nods to him.

"I don't have school tomorrow, can we stay out a little later?" Luna asks her dad her puppy dog eyes that never fail her.

"Ten thirty no later" he says, giving Jin a look of no funny business before wandering off. Luna smiles, she grabs her phone and purse from her mom and makes her way to Jin.

"Bye kids," Luna's mother says, giving them a small wave and then follows her husband into the house.

"Ready to go?" Jin asks.

"Yeah, let's go," she says to him. He opens the door and lets her walk out, he follows in behind her shutting the door as he walks through.

They approach his black car that's parked in the driveway, Luna walks over to the passenger side. She reaches for the handle but his hand beats her to it.

"You don't need to do it for me everytime Jin" she says sweetly to him, "but thank you."

"I enjoy doing it for you, so I will continue" he says, he waits till she sits down before shutting the door. He walks over to the driver's seat, and hops in. He turns the car on and hands her his phone which is hooked up to the aux. "Play whatever you like, it's a bit of a drive so get comfy."

She nods and starts playing Fix You by Coldplay. She listens to her advice and pulls her legs up on the seat, sitting facing him.

He smiles at her, he backs out of the driveway and starts driving to his favourite park.

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After a half an hour they arrive at the park, however they make no move to get out yet.

"Are you hungry?" Jin asks as he turns and starts pulling out a bag from his back seat.

"A little yeah," she replies, eyeing his bag.

"I got my mom to make cookies, here's my apology for stealing that delicious cookie," he says while opening a tupperware container holding about ten cookies.

She giggles and makes grabby hands at the sight of the chocolate chip cookies. Jin's eyes soften at her adorableness, he hands her the whole container making her get excited.

"Thanks Jinnie!" she says immediately biting into the first cookie, her eyes going wide at the taste. "That's really good!" she says covering her mouth as she speaks.

"I'll tell my mom you loved them," he says, Jin reaches across the back of her seat, his arm basically around her shoulders. Luna is a blushing mess as she keeps devouring her cookies.

"She knows about me?" Luna curiously asks, her eyes meeting his.

Jin nods sweetly to her, "I told her about you the day we met." Luna's eyes widened at that, her cookie eating completely stopped.

"What?" she chokes out.

"It's not that serious, I just told her about the freshie olympics and about my group. And I told her about my favourite freshman." he tells her. Luna feels a bit of relief but also some disappointment at what he said.

Luna finishes the sixth cookie before putting the lid on the container, she places them in the backseat. "Thanks, wanna go out now?" she asks him while grabbing his water bottle to have some water.

"Yeah let's go" he says, opening the door and slamming it. Luna laughs as he rushes over to her door in a cute little run. He opens the door for her and lets her out of the car. She faintly smiles at his kind gestures.

Luna looked around at the park, it had gorgeous wildlife everywhere. There were animals roaming around peacefully, her face brightens seeing some cute chipmunks roaming around, their cheeks packed full.

Suddenly she feels a hand intertwining with hers, she turns to see Jin with red ears as he shyly holds her hand. Her face reddens knowing he was flustered by holding her hand.

He doesn't say anything to her as he begins walking forwards, towards the path.

For a couple minutes they silently walk together hand in hand. Luna starts softly swinging their arms making Jin start doing the same but more aggressively.

"This place is really pretty," she says, breaking the silence. Jin hums at her thought, his hand squeezing hers for a moment. "How'd you find it?" she asks.

"My parents went on dates here, and it became a place for my brother and I to clear our heads," he says genuinely.

"Thanks for sharing it," she says softly. "We should come back during the day next time, I feel like the colours would be gorgeous."

"We could have a picnic," he offers, a large smile finding its way to her face.

"You'd do that!?" she says excitedly.

"Of course, I'd do anything for you." he says sweetly.

"Anything?" she asks, raising her brow at him.

"Anything legal" he clarifies, making her laugh.

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Luna and Jin continue on the path for a couple hours, time just flying by as they goof around and talk to each other. Soon they find themselves back in the parking lot, they slowly walk to his car.

Luna sighs as she feels him move his arm from her shoulders, he opens the door for her and lets her climb inside. Jin shuts the door for her and walks over to his side.

Even after being with him for hours she still blushes over the outfit he is wearing, the jeans showing off some of his legs that she couldn't help but admire. Luna bites her bottom lip as she watches him get into the driver seat.

"Buckle up silly" Jin says tapping her thigh, she quickly realizes she had been gazing at him for way too long. "What have you been doing this whole time? Staring at me?" he says, teasing her.

"Shut up" she says, hitting his arm lightly before buckling her seatbelt.

He puts the keys in the ignition starting up his car, he loudly sighs.

"What's wrong?" she asks immediately, her head whipping so fast to him.

"Nothings wrong sweetheart, it's just that we have thirty minutes until your curfew and I don't want to go yet" he says to her, she smiles at him, her cheeks warming up at his words.

"We can stay here for a while. I'll text my mom, she'll be okay with it" Luna says, pulling out her phone. Jin watches as she casually does her password in front of him, he smiles at her comfortability after so little time together. Just a week ago she couldn't look him in the eyes, but now she can't keep her eyes off him.

"Should I tell her we're farther than we thought, or do I just tell her we want a little longer?" she asks him, looking up at him. Her breath hitches as she sees his gaze already so deeply on her and his face just inches from hers.

"Tell her I want a bit longer," he says before dipping his head down to her level, kissing her lips quite forcefully. His right arm moves up around the back of her neck pulling her closer.

Luna's eyes flutter closed after a few seconds, thankfully Jin seemed to be leading her through her first kiss. Her hand reached up and grabbed his arm, squeezing it as she moved to unbuckle her seatbelt.

Before she knew what was happening Jin had moved his head away and pulled the keys out of the ignition, and turned the car off. He quickly turns the light on and then grabs her phone that was in her lap and starts typing a message to her mother. Luna sits in shock for a few seconds, her tongue mopping up the taste of his lips.

She looks over to her phone that Jin is furiously typing away at, she chuckles as she reads what he is typing.

"Sorry Mrs. Jeon, apparently your daughter doesn't know how to use a GPS and started taking me to a different city. I am now teaching her how to use it. We will head back after she figures out how to use it. Sorry we will probably be home after curfew with how hopeless she is!"

She gasps as she reads the words in the text, "Hey! I'm not hopeless, I'm a quick learner!" she whines to him. "I was kissing you so well there!" she says looking proud of herself.

"Mmmmhm I'm pretty sure if you weren't kissing me you'd suck at it" he says.

"If I wasn't kissing you I'd be making out with the air!" she says, giving him a disgusted face.

"Shut up" he says, rolling his eyes.

She leans over towards him and raises an eyebrow at him, "Make me". She winks at him as she finishes her sentence.

"Really, you're really going to be that way?" he says looking at her like he's going to get her in trouble. She nods and purses her lip looking him in the eyes. He scoffs at her before grabbing her cheeks and pulling her face up to his. He kisses her softer this time, taking his time to suck on her lips, she groans into his mouth at the new feeling.

Jin pulls away almost immediately after hearing the noise, "No, we're not doing this now" he says. He situates himself back into his seat and turns off the light he had turned on to kiss. Luna gives him a pouty face and whines. "No, you lost the privilege when you made that noise."

"It's not my fault... it felt good" she says, the last part much quieter. Luna looks down at her now lit up phone and sees the reply from her mother, she laughs lightly.

"She answer you?" he asks as he puts the car into reverse.

"Yeah she said that she unde-"

"Hey!" he yells, stomping on the break, "Seatbelt now missy!" he commands, giving her a mad face. Luna laughs at him, she listens and buckles her seatbelt. Jin then goes back and starts reversing out of the parking spot.

"As I was saying, she said that she understands, I've always been the dumb twin and that she's aware that I'm hopeless." Luna gasps at what her mother said about her. "That's so mean! I'm not the dumb twin!" she yells.

Jin chuckles from the driver's seat, "To be fair you have school smarts not street smarts, Jungkook's the opposite''.

"I get 98 percent in classes! How can I be the dumb one!?" she complains. "Just because I dont know how to use a GPS doesn't mean I'm the dumb one!"

"You actually don't know how to use one!" he yells, taking his eyes off the road for a second to give her a shocked look.

"No, I don't drive, why would I need to use one" she shrugs, she looks out her window with a fake little pout on her face.

"Awe sweetheart, do I need to teach you how to use one? I'll pull over right now." he offers, his right arm reaching over to lay on her thigh.

"Yes please" she says quietly, he laughs and then pulls over to the side of the road.

"You're cute Luna" he says, kissing her head.

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"Do I knock?" Luna asks Jin as they walk up together towards her front door.

"It's your house, you just walk in," he tells her.

"But what if it's locked?" she asks, paranoid.

"Then knock..." Jin says giving her an unimpressed, "you really are the dumb twin", he says before walking passed her and casually opening the front door. "Wow that was hard" he says, he wheezes when she punches him in the stomach.

"Was my fist hard?" she hisses at him, she then walks inside and takes her shoes off on the mat. Jin laughs as he follows her inside, mirroring her actions. They quietly walk into the kitchen together where Jungkook was sitting eating ramen while watching a video on his phone.

"Welcome home" Jungkook says giving her a look, Luna understands immediately.

"NO! No, no, no, no! That did not happen and you better not think that ever again." Luna yells at him rushing over to him and flicking his forehead.

"Okay, Okay, I'm sorry!" Jungkook says pushing Luna away from him. "How was teaching her to use a GPS?"

"Difficult, she kept zoning out and not hearing a word I said." Jin tells him ignoring the disapproving look he was getting.

"Rude" she scoffs before stealing some ramen from Jungkook's giant bowl.

"Yah! Not for you!" he yells, moving his bowl away from her.

"Oh shush you can donate a few bites of your 3 packs worth of ramen." She whines to him.

"No" he pouts, Luna shakes her head and goes and grabs herself and Jin a small snack from the cupboard. The three eat in silence other than Jungkook's Overwatch video's sound effects.

A few minutes go by, they hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Luna, you're home!" Mrs. Jeon yells happily as soon as she sees her daughter.

"Hi mom, hi dad!" Luna says smiling at her parents who looked very happy. The parents walk up to join the three at the island, then push in between Jin and Luna, separating the two to opposite sides.

"How was your date lovebugs?" Her father asks, giving her a nudge and wiggly eyebrows.

"Please don't call us that," she said, giving her dad an annoyed look.

"Well, lovebug and I had a great time on our date! Isn't that right lovely?" Jin says embarrassing Luna, her face growing red at the use of the names.

"Oh goody you two are too cute! You remember when we were this age honey? We used to sneak around and screw around in the ca-"

"MOM!" Jungkook and Luna Scream out at the same time.

"Oh my kids, you two were conceived in-"

"Don't finish that sentence," Luna says, giving her mom a stern look.

"Okay, okay honey," her mother says holding her hands up, "well we are going to bed and you three should be too".

"Okay goodnight dad," Luna says giving him a hug, she then moves to give her mother a hug, "goodnight mom."

Jungkook says his goodnights to them and then immediately goes back to his video and ramen. Jin and Luna walk off to the front door, she watches as he slides his shoes on. She opens the door for him, he starts walking out onto the small porch.

"I had fun tonight Luna," he says as he turns around his eyes meeting hers.

"Me too," she replies, she steps outside of the house and shuts the door.

"Uh can I ask you something?" he says bashfully, ears a bright red even in the dark.

"Yeah of course," she says softly while tilting her head curiously.

"Um, woah this is tough..." he says, he takes a deep breath and starts again. "Would you be my girlfriend?" he asks, his hands reaching out for her smaller ones.

Her mouth forms a giant smile and she nods rapidly getting the message across, though she confirms it with an excited yes.

Jin smiles and moves his hands from hers and brings them around her waist, he pulls her body into his and dips his head down to hers. He kisses her mouth with a big grin, and with her smile it makes the kissing very hard. They laugh into each other's mouths at their poor attempt at kissing.

When they pull away the grins are still stuck to their faces. Jin tucks her hair behind her ear before giving her one last peck on the lips. "See ya later alligator!" he says as he walks to his car, his keys jingling in his hands.

"In a while crocodile!" she calls after him. He gives a little wave just before he enters the car, she smiles as she starts heading back inside. Halfway through the door she stops, she watches his car pull out the laneway and down to the street. She only moves to go inside once he turns the corner.

"You're whipped," Jungkook says, making her jump.

"What can I say, I have a good feeling about him." she says.

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Authors Note:

Holy shit that ending just flowded so well... I didn't mean for the ending to be like Jin watching her walk away but man it did!!

And exciting news, this will turn into a giant series, I am planning on doing a big thing where all the boys are in highschool. Though none of them really know each other until they start highschool, so it'll go through how they all meet and stuff like that! : )