Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Eleven
Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.
Summary: Youâre in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre: College Au, Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, some moderate angst (later), smut (later later), slow-ish? burn
Word Count: 3.3k (Baby Chapter)
A/N: Hello my beautiful friends! I know this chapter is shorter than previous chapters but, I felt as though the topics covered in this chapter were too important to just lump them in with a bigger chapter.
Warnings for this Chapter: angst, language, i promise the smut is returning soon!Â
Warnings for the Fic: brief mentions of anxiety/panic attacks, mentions characters confronting their fears, characters in uncomfortable situations, emotional moments between characters, mentions of bad parenting, explicit language throughout the fic, moderate angst, and very explicit smut later in the story.
Chapter 11: Strength and Silly String
Jungkookâs arms open wide, retracting the support from underneath Jiminâs legs, causing him to stumble towards the floor.
âKookieâŚwhat the hell?â Jimin bristles, brow furrowed in frustration, wide eyes looking up towards him.
Jungkookâs mouth is agape, his doe eyes darting between you and Jimin, fingers clutching and unclutching as he stands frozen in your bewildered gaze.
âHeyâŚitâsâŚâ You try and comfort him but, itâs too late.
With tears allocating in the corners of his eyes, Jungkook rushes out of the room, the sound of his boots heavy and distinct as he leaves a teary eyed Jimin on the floor of the bedroom.
âWhat the fuck?â Jimin leans back a moment, his hands braced against the carpet as he tries to stop his own tears from flowing.
You are at a loss for words and, for a moment, you, Yoongi and, Jimin stand awkwardly in the thick tension of what just occurred.
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