Synopse: Jeon Jungkook want to take a rest, a little rest from his fast moving life. To find where his peace belongs, to find where he belongs.
Genre: friends to lover? Angst,
Pairing: idol jungkook Ć oc
Standing in front of his hometown door, he felt his eyes droopy, he felt his heart beat decrease, he felt he needed to sit on the floor and sleep in the presence of his home.
Jungkook counts his breath when he tries to call his mother. It was six breaths, when Jungkook lifted his fist to beat against the wooden door. It was the seventh breath when Jungkook held his mother's eyes to his, it was whimpers and lots of sniffing when jungkook cried in her arms.
He unfolded the hoodie and put it on the rack before closing the door and putting his bag on top of the wardrobe before going inside the bathroom, the itching and irritated feeling from his skin soothing when the cold water washed it down.
His hand continuously rubbed his hair with a towel as he sat on his bed, sighing as he looked around, the colour, the figures, the book, and the collection all welcomed him in his room. Laying on bed and throwing the wet towel on the chair, he doesn't feel the need to put his clothes on as he is going to sleep now, getting inside the comforter he closed his bedside lamp and let the dark consume him.
Tired from traveling, his mind allowed him to sleep and for the first time in a long time Jungkook slept throughout the night.
Groaning softly, he shifted in the bed cover and peeled one eye open. Sunlight spilled through the open curtains onto his pillow, lightning the dimensions and color of the room. He rubbed his puffy eyes.
"What place is it?ā He asked through a yawn.
When no one responded he opened his eyes fully this time, he shot upright at the sight of his baby pictures. Memories of last night flooded his mind, he exhaled in familiarity.
Jungkook rubbed his hair and stretched his upper body while sitting inside his cover. After swinging his leg over the side, he dragged his naked body into the bathroom to wash himself. He washed his face with cold water and brushed his teeth. After putting on some cream he brushes his hair and closes the door, putting a boxer, loose jeans and a cotton t-shirt he makes himself more presentable before exiting his room.
He padded down the stairs, he paused at the smell of banana bread and smiled, the tired weight he had been feeling was left behind when he spotted his mother in the kitchen.
Being her own designer, his mother decorated the house in different musical notes coming together on the sheet of page: wooden surfaces, green carved cupboard, hidden drawers and shelves. With the pieces of furniture no one saw, to the flowers of the garden everyone adorned, his mother made this house a home where he felt like his older self at home and not Jungkook on stage.
āMorning, mum.ā He kissed her cheeks whe he stand beside her, his mother smile and trace his puffy cheeks, āmorning, sleep well ?ā She turned back to the brewing Stew.
āYes. Thank you for cleaning my room.ā Jungkook smile in gratitude and go over to the one of drawers to open it, āalways dear.ā He take out cutlery and set it on the table, āwhere is everyone?ā His curious doe eyes didn't find anyone.
āFather was on trip with his friend, for related to some work and your brother had some work with his colleagues, so it's just me and you on your welcome back breakfast.ā She explain while pouring stew on the bowls.
ā I want my time with my mother alone anywa.ā He mumbled without intention to hear as he poured the water in glass while his mother brought the side dishes on the table, āwhat do you want to eat for lunch?ā She asked.
Jungkook laughed as he picked the main dish, āI haven't even finished the breakfast, mum.ā
They laughed and chatted, joked and teased. His mother listens about the story from his tour and he listens to their relative's story he had missed during his years in the group. It was long, and Jungkook felt that now he knew everyone's backstory.
āI'm going to walk around for a bit, please don't wait for my at lunch.ā His mother nodded her head as she drank the water. They cleaned the table and Jungkook insisted on cleaning the utensils.
He take a quick shower in his room and wear fresh pair of hoodie and jeans after brushing his hair and putting a sunscreen on his face he grabbed his phone and put it inside his pocket with his card and key to some cashes, wearing a face mask he closed his room door.
Telling his mother about the time his returning, he closed the main front door, trekked past the beautiful tree in his front yard. He twist knob on garage door and stepped inside.
His eyes finding his black bike beside the his parent car and grabbed the key in his hand, and walk over it.
Jungkook chuckled when he find his bike cleaned as well, he unlocked his bike and take it outside from his garage, after closing the door he climbed on it and put his helmet on, he roared it life, laugh at the feeling of engene buzz and glide it on the road to take a look of his hometown, afterall Jeon Jungkook came back to his home, to Busan.
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synopsis in an attempt to finally ask your fuck buddy to be your boyfriend, you take him camping, your plans are soiled when he brings along his friend, jungkook.
warnings y/n is the bigggggggest simp for namjoon, accidental blow jobs, outdoor sex, plot twist (no spoilers!), pwp if you squint, drinking, black oc headcanon, somnophilia, overuse of italicization, JOONS MF ARMS, jungkook with rings <3, prior context so we not confused joon did what y/n is doing now before (ofc in a different setting) so this is an unspoken boundary that they have explored prior (itāll make sense when you read it !)
read me outdoor sex, thatās it.
In theory this was a good idea, sacrificing your comfort for the devastatingly beautiful Kim Namjoon who showed a hint of interest in you was worth it.
With one minor hiccup.
Namjoon had invited others, his friends, to what was supposed to be your third date. Namjoon liked nature, he was one of those people that loved the beauty of the outdoors and its grounding qualities, so you had the perfect plan: camping! You were raised in the fast paced city of Seoul, never stepping foot in the countryside, but for him, Namjoon, you planned an entire weekend trip to a camping resort youād heard about from a friend of a friend. It would have been the perfect place to ask him to be your boyfriendā¦if he hadnāt invited his friends.
You try your best to keep your facial expression in check despite the utter disappointment you feel that theyāll be joining you, itās hard, but you manage a smile. Namjoon introduces you to only two other people; Jungkook who's a year younger than you guys and only recently transferred to SU and Stacey. In any other circumstance youād be happy to meet the people closest to Namjoon, Jungkook seems nice enough and Stacey is a foreigner, she's not black like you, but you could probably relate to each other in terms of experiences in Korea.
And yet you canāt see the joy in them being here.
You take the opportunity to softly break the news to Namjoon and question as to why theyāre there when they begin to lug their equipment to your reserved camping lot. You stand beside Namjoon who is busy unpacking the trunk, looking back to make sure theyāre out of ear range before you bring it up.
āSoā¦ you brought your friends?ā Namjoon hums, carefully placing both of your tent wraps on the leaf filled ground. The weather is perfect for camping. Winter had winded down a little over a month ago and the warm temperature and beauty of spring was great for camping.
ā¦And out door fucking if Namjoon was down for that.
You twist your lips to the side, āI wish you wouldāve told me, I wouldāve brought my friends as well.ā You lie, itās better to lie than be embarrassed that he didnāt know this was a dateā¦ right?
āYou still can! Just call them, the park's last minute reservations close in an hour,ā Namjoon informs you, swinging both your backpacks onto his ridiculously buff arms courtesy of his military service. āI didnāt know you wanted to bring your friends that bad,ā Namjoon gives you a look of uncertainty, āI thought this was a double date.ā No you didnāt want to bring your friends, that was a lie what does he think yāwait.
Come again?
Namjoon chuckles when you pause in your tracks, your lips parting in surprise, āWell.. donāt look so shocked,ā he teases that dimple you love oh so much making an appearance on his cheek. āI'm not that clueless, Y/n.ā You shake yourself out of your initial shock swallowing.
āI justāoh my god, Joon, I was so upset!ā You exasperate, lightly hitting his arm.
āI know I could tell, youāre so easy to read.ā He chuckles again continuing your walk after nudging your arm, āIām sorry for not asking beforehand, Kook just met Stacey and wanted to take her out somewhere inexpensive. You know college is expensive as hell and all that stuff,ā Oh you understand, āplus this place is notorious for wildlife sightings. It's better to have a group to push down and make a run for it than just us you know?ā You gawk at him and he laughs lightly nudging your arm again, ākidding! Iām kidding.ā
By the time you two reach the patch of land designated for your campingāor glamping as you like to call it despite Namjoon correcting youāJungkook is halfway done setting up his tent, the little plot of land next to him is cleared out the words āTENT PLACEMENT #2ā written out in the dirt with white spray paint on the left. Ah, so direct.
Stacey takes it upon herself to get to know you a little better informing you that sheās not just white, but half Asian and sheās been living in Korea for quite some time, you nod along to what she says barely giving any responses as your eyes focus on Namjoonās hands and arms while he sets up your tent with ease, he didnāt even ask for helpā¦
So ridiculously hot.
Jungkook prepares the small dining area behind you guys, setting up small lanterns around the makeshift kitchen heās made, he briefly explains to all of you to turn them on when its dark as theyāll kill any bugs that venture into your lot.
And Namjoon had the audacity to say it wasnāt glamping.
Night came fairly quickly, the mountains in the far distance shrouded in darkness standing tall and intimidating from your spot by the fire. Despite it being Spring the nights lingered with Seoulās winter breeze and of course you needed to fit the camping experience and set up a fireāwell Jungkook and Namjoon did all the heavy lifting collecting the wooded pieces and assorting them to perfection.
And if you thought Namjoon was hot before nothing compared to watching him easily handle five logs onto his shoulders and set them down without as much as a groan.
His arms will be the death of you.
Jungkook, Namjoonās friend, noticed you shivering and offered you a blanket while Namjoon added the finishing touches to the fire you took the heavy material with a smile missing the distasteful look Stacey sent you.
āHow long have you and Joon been together?ā She asks as you wrap yourself in the thick wool blanket.
You look back at Namjoon to make sure heās engrossed in helping Jungkook cook the food before you lean towards her whispering, āWeāre not together yet! Iām going to ask him to be my boyfriend later on, probably tomorrow to be honest.ā She licks her lips humming.
āYou must really like him, huh?ā Your brows furrow at the tone she takes on, but nod nonetheless because of your course you like Joon you wouldnāt be caught dead sleeping in the woods if you didnāt. āJust be careful alright? Iāve heard some things about him in relationships, just watch out.ā You would ask her what sheās heard but you hear a very clear and loud: āDinner!ā Ending your conversation.
By the campfire you enjoyed surprisingly good sandwiches and half watered down beers Staceyās prior warning fading into the back of your mind the more beers you downed. Jungkook took it upon himself to indulge you in all the hilarious mishaps of their childhood together while Namjoon blushed furiously (cutely) Stacey seemed to only get more touchy and flirtatious as she drank more beers leading Jungkook to take her to the tent so she can sleep off whatever lingering horniness she was feeling.
When he returns Namjoon offers him another beer but he refuses, āI need to be able to drive into town in the morning, I forgot my sunscreen.ā You perk up reaching into your bag.
āHere you can use some of mineā¦it is scented though if you have a problem with thatāā
Heās quick to cut you off shaking his head, āNo, no, thank you.ā You hand him the small bottle catching sight of the rings lining his fingers.
āThose are sick,ā You compliment him, he looks down at his hand smiling proudly, he wiggles his fingers.
He shows you his other hand which is also covered in slightly less rings than the other, āThanks, I got them from a friend's shop, she has some on sale right now, you want the info?ā He asks followed by a small yawn.
āSure in the morning though, you look ready to pass out.ā Jungkook stifles a chuckle.
āStacey is not easy to put to sleep while sheās drunk.ā Namjoon laughs at that.
āOh yeah we know.ā Your face grows hot as you recall her very loud āno I donāt want to go to sleep, why wonāt you fuck me?ā āKooooookie, Iām horny.ā oh and who could forget: ājust the tip? Please pleaseee?ā If thatās what sheās like drunk you canāt imagine what she was like sober and horny. You donāt blame her though you were a few beers deep and desperate to get back to your tent, but first to spare you and Namjoon the embarrassment of having his childhood friend hear you two go at it, you want him to get well into a deep sleep before that happens.
āAlright Iāll catch you guys in the morning.ā You say your goodbyes to Jungkook watching him disappear into his tent enclosure.
Huh, they look kinda similar in the dark, you think looking between your tents.
āYou ready to turn it in?ā Namjoon questions, as the fire begins to die down.
āIn a minute Iāll be in, wait up for me?ā He hums kissing your cheek before he leaves your little fire set up for your shared tent. Once the zipper comes down you take a minute to take it all in, you actually find yourself enjoying the outdoors; it differs from Seoul, quiet, but loud in its own naturistic way. You also used the time to adjust yourself making sure your bra looks good under your shirt and spray a tiny bit more perfume on yourself.
You ventured out to the small bathroom station that was a short walk from your campsite filling a bottle with water to completely put out the fire. The door creaked open giving you half a heart attack before you fully got a good look at the figure looming in the doorway, Stacey.
āJesus Christ you scared the shit out of me.ā You sighed, rubbing your chest to calm your rapid heart beat.
āSorry gotta take a piss, and maybe vomit.ā She choked holding her mouth, you capped your bottle of water leaving Stacey alone in the bathroom. On your way back to your campsite you wondered if you should have helped her back to the tents, but reckon that if she could get there while shitfaced she can make it back.
After putting out the fire you pushed your boobs up over your shirt exposing an unnecessary amount of cleavage, checking your appearance on your phone to make sure your attempt at seduction wasnāt too obvious. You close out of your camera app smiling at the drying wood, you were more than ready to enjoy a semi private hook up with Joon and then a good night's rest with lots and lots of cuddling.
With a small dilemma.
Earlier when you thought the two tents looked similar you werenāt kidding and right now they look almost identical. If you were slightly more buzzed you would have gone for the left tent, but thatās Jungkook and Staceyās and yours is on the right. You slowly unzip the tent hearing Namjoonās light breaths, you always thought he'd be a snorer because of his large build, but no, only light comforting breaths.
Crawling, you hit your head on the lamp hanging from the tent ceiling, but you donāt turn it on wanting it to be dark. You donāt want to wake up Namjoon.
What guy doesnāt like being woken up with a blowjob? Plus you owe him for waking you up in a similar fashion a few weeks back.
You briefly turn around to zip up the tent, the darkness fully encompassing your surroundings, you barely see Namjoonās face and squinting doesnāt help, but nevermind that you need to get to work. Slowly, you lift the cover, the same one from earlier that Jungkook gave you. He mustāve offered it to Namjoon, you make a mental note to thank him in the morning since it is quite cold.
Once fully settled underneath the blanket you feel up his legs, he switched his shorts for sweats and unfortunately for you when you reach upwards your fingers brush over a tied knot, āSon of a bitch,ā you mumble, whyād he tie them? Gently you sit back on his calves, still under the cover of the blanket you delicately unravel it pausing when you feel him shift, but he doesnāt move much, your ass is on his legās keeping him in place. When you deem him unaware (when you get impatient) you get back into position leaning forward your ass high in the air, you only lower his sweats enough to free his cock, huh no boxers. Namjoonās never gone commando before to your knowledge. After every hookup he at least fell asleep in boxers, but maybe he was too tipsy to remember to put some on, you brush it off for now licking your hand, itāll make things easier.
Heās soft when you take him into your slick hand twitching when you grip him properly, still asleep though. Your stomach coils with heat and want when you hear a low confused groan and then another when you open wide stretching your mouth around his length. You go slow at first, you have to, maybe itās because you're buzzed but he feels thicker.
āWhaā¦ā You bob your head faster as he begins to fully wake up, āfuck,ā he rasps egging you on, leaning down you take more of him into your mouth and partially down your throat, his groans grow louder in volume breaking off into lower throaty moans, his hand reaches under the blanket fisting your curls, something hard akin to metal scrapes your head, but the pain meshed with the heat growing in your stomach makes you moan, which makes him moan. āGod, fuck, fuck,ā He guides your head up and down the grip on your hair tightening when you trail your tongue over a vein running under his cock. You shift on your knees rubbing your thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure between them because this is turning you on way more than it should.
āFuck, Stace, Iām gonna come.ā Everything freezes, or maybe you just freeze up because heāJungkook is breathlessly asking, āShit, baby whyād you stop?ā You remove your hand first, your mind blank, but itās not itās loud, so fucking loud because this can not be happening. You sit up slowly, the taste of him weighing heavy on your tongue, the blanket falls with your movement, the darkness giving you a momentary shield, but it doesn't last.
āI-I didnāt know,ā You choke out your eyes teary, in the darkness you can make out Jungkook sitting up and reaching forward clicking on that God-awful light. He squints when the light floods his eyesight, but when it registers, what just happened and who you are his eyes double in size looking you over once, twice just to confirm that you, Namjoonāsā¦girlfriend? Gave him head just now. His panicked expression only makes you ramble more, your tears actually spilling over as you try to explain, defend yourself. āI-itās so d-dark I couldnāt tell, I-I thought this was our tent! I-I just ā Iām drunk, I-I couldnāt t-tell, Iām sorry, Iām sorry.ā You sob through your explanation as Jungkook pulls the blanket over his crotch to cover his still hard cock. It might have began throbbing because of you crying, but you donāt need to know that information. āI was-wasnāt trying to assault you or anything-oh m-my God Iām an awful p-personāā
Jungkook reaches over to comfort you, but you flinch so instead of touching you his hand hangs awkwardly in the space between you, he puts his hand down sighing, āItās okay, okay? Breathe.ā You take some much need deep breaths, surprised by Jungkookās calm demeanor especially because of your current situation. He does actually touch you this time rubbing your forearm. āIām not upset, okay?ā You nod wiping your tears, āJoon can never know.ā Your eyes meet his, your brows furrowed, you open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it, āHe wonāt understand like I do, heād never be able to see you the same.ā The admission puts you back on the brink of hyperventilation, but Jungkookās gesturing you out of the tent. āGo, I donāt know when Stacey is coming back, I donāt want to fuck things up with her.ā God, how could you have forget about her?
āOkay, I-I really am sorry, Jungkook.ā Jungkook lets out a heavy breath, nodding.
āI know.ā He asserts, glancing back you catch a small reassuring smile on his lips, āGoodnight.ā You donāt say it back, quickly leaving the tent.
Jungkook lays back onto the blankets, lightly biting into his forearm as ropes of cum spurts from his twitching cock, smearing his abdomen and the blanket.
Jesus fucking Christ.
read me i feeeeel like i could add more to this but idk whatā¦ yk? so for now itās a one shot! also my cover image wouldnāt come out right so for now thereās no cover
Tags/Warnings :- Child abuse, domestic violence, traumatized characters, bullying, self harm, mentions of toxic relationships, angst. I know it's dark but trust me it gets better! namjoonXreader, Namjoon and Y/n, A slow burn romance, fluff, strangers to friends, strangers to lovers, self love, healing, etc.
Cross posted on Wattpad
Written by Author G
Word Count :- 3.5k words
Additional Tags/Warnings ;- This chapter has ANGST! Sad tears everywhere! But don't worry, they get through it (at least a part of it). Namjoon is smug in this- he can NOT stop teasing Y/n omfg :( I feel bad for her, and myself (cause your author is falling in love with her characters and has to stop) To summarise this, buckle up for a lot of tears, lots of teasing and lots of smiles. It's the whole package (like namj- ok, I'll stop now)
heavily unedited, btw :) please, please forgive me if there are spelling errors. I stretched this out over a lot of days so it got tiring at a point :( thankyou for understanding <3
MasterlistĀ Ā Ā Previously Next..? (In 2 weeks)
~Hope~
As Y/n stands behind the curtains that conceal her from the audience, her heart beats fast against her ribcage, loud like the bass of the speaker as the host starts the event, making blood rush up to the tips of her ears, awakening the unusual dream-like view on the world around her right now.
This is it. The turn in her life that leads to the smooth road on which she will continue her journey towards achieving her goals, her journey towards her dreamland that she'd been fantasizing about for as long as she can remember.
Nothing could ever compare to the excitement she feels right now!
Or at least, that's what she thinks.
The minute Y/n peaks out of the velvety, red curtain to get a look into how much of an audience there is, she spots Namjoon dusting something off of his pants as he settles down into his chair in the front row.
The mere fact that he chose to sit so close to the stage makes her heart flutter girlishly, mind squealing in delight.
The excitement she feels soon lulls into a lovely, pastel shaded emotion of calm when his eyes meet hers, a dimpled smile present on his face.
It's at this moment when she remembers how her liking for him has become a much simpler emotion than the complex one she had at the beginning. That is, when her liking for him tip-toed aĀ smallĀ way past the fine line between friendship andĀ more.
Y/n has willingly run away from the fine line now, further and further into the section of 'more', and the more she realizes how much of her heart she's putting into this, the more soft and homely it, &Ā heĀ feels to her.
Y/n has always thought of love as an emotion that would, in an ideal situation, occur naturally.
Her foster parents' relationship, however, hadĀ almostĀ convinced her that she might be wrong.
Nevertheless, she did not ever see any harm in trying to cling onto hope for survival.
It's what enabled her to stay strong and live, after all.
This idea of 'love occurring naturally' is what makes Y/n's heart melt into a puddle of happy tears when the realization of how it is not a grand or fancy moment that she requires, but a simple, momentary glance into his eyes to remind her of how she feels more than just hope now.
Like how a flower gradually blooms to it's fullest to spread it's wonderful fragrance for everyone to enjoy, her hope has evolved and grown to becomeĀ love.
What better way to dwell in the love than by spreading it?
And that's exactly what Y/n decides to do.
Little does she know, she's already spread it.
Namjoon loves it, and her.
*
The sound of the microphone's feedback combined with the audience's applause is the only indication of the seminars end, for her mind and heart are still stuck back at the stage that she walks away from, swooning at how well the entire ordeal had gone by.
She loved every part of it. The steady grow in confidence the longer she stood on stage was impeccable as the slight tremor in her hands waned away, mic no longer heavy in her hands as she explained the entirety of the project along with Ji-Hoon, highlighting every little detail that they worked on for hours, days, together.
But, oh, nothing could ever compare to the loving warmth she felt when she looked Namjoon in the eye.
It wasn't just her love for him that made her feel warm, butĀ his.
Speaking of which, where is he? She asks herself as she strolls around the long, red carpeted corridors in search of the male.
Y/n had observed him get up half way through the seminar when he saw Seok-Jin arrive and signal for him to come over.
She strolls around for a little while more, a happy little skip accompanying her walk every now and then, much like the skips of her heartbeat as she thinks of finding him, speaking to him, merelyĀ beingĀ with him, in his presence.
Never once had Y/n thought she would have anything that she did today.
Getting an offer from such a prestigious university was far from the clutches of her thoughts when in high school, because, unlike her current academic scope, she wasn't a high scoring student.Ā
What was the reason? Well, it could be because of problems at home, or the fear of math, but who cares? They're just excuses. And that attitude, the mere thought of wanting to be better than excuses, gave her hope.
Wanting to better herself and not limit herself to excuses, allowed her to grow room for more.
AndĀ likingĀ someone?Ā love?Ā dating? Hah! Not only did Y/n frown upon the ideas, she thought they were unnecessary;Ā blasphemousĀ even.
She didn't believe in the superficial means of dating and attraction that accompanied the teenage dream.
She never believed she would be able to find love at such a young age.
And the fact that she did, makes her feel like a fool.
A fool, yes, but a fool in love.
Y/n turns to walk around the last corner on the left, voice low as she calls out to Namjoon in hopes of getting a reply.
"I know this is surprising Namjoon-ah" Seok-Jin' s voice is but a mumble as it comes from the dim lit room in the corridor. Y/n walks closer, hand raised to knock on the door, but before she can, she hears his voice.
"I'm n-not surprised" Namjoon's pleasant voice cracks, despair tainting it, making her heart drop.
On quiet toes, she moves away from the door and takes a seat on one of the many chairs present by it. It creaks slightly as she does, making her cringe, hoping that they haven't heard her.
"That's the problem.. I'm not surprised" Namjoon continues with a bitter chuckle and it's almost as if she can hear him grit his teeth as he says it.
"A part of me knew this would happen, and yet, I let it happen. I've let her down, hyung."
Oh..
Is it what I think it is?
"And I hate myself for it right now. How am I to tell myself to choose between things that I love, hyung?"
A small part of Y/nĀ knewĀ that a day like this would come. She knew all along.. and yet, let things go on as they were, for as far as they were.
"It's so unfair hyung.." Namjoon sniffles.. wait,Ā sniffles?
He's crying?
Y/n's eyes widen at the thought, heart plunging to her stomach, dismissing the remnants of the butterflies that had pleasantly occupied it earlier. Now, the butterflies flutter their way up to her throat in the form of unshed tears, sitting there in a way that is too uncomfortable for her.
But then, what about this situation is pleasant?
"Namjoon-ah.. I tried.. I really did. But there was nothing more I could-"
Before she can stop it, the unshed tears in her throat escape her in the form of a small whimper, which they hear, no doubt.
"I'm sorry Namjoon-ah" Seok-Jin almost whispers before seemingly walking away, toward the door.
TheĀ wantĀ to help and comfort his friend weighs him down, head hanging low with the weight. He feels helpless. There's nothing he can do, really.
He comes to a stop beside Y/n and whispers a small, feeble apology, before he continues to make his way out of the corridor, the sound of his receding footsteps heavy like the dense atmosphere.
It's quiet as she listens to the silence that hangs in the air, contemplating on whether or not she should talk to Namjoon.
Hell, why was she even considering the latter?
She turns on her heel and faces the room.
There he stands, face blank, eyes filled to the brim with tears that threaten to spill as he stares at her, the hope that had blossomed up until now nowhere to be seen.
This is the first time Y/n has seen Namjoon cry.
It's always been him that stayed strong, for his mom, Dahee, for Y/n too. Not once has he failed her.
As she walks closer towards him, it becomes clearer as to why he is crying, pieces fitting together way too perfectly for her liking as she feels the familiar sting of hurt and anger prick her in the chest.
"Namjoon-ah" she calls out and his eyes meet hers.
Damn..
The very same eyes that looked at her with hope for more earlier today, stare into hers devoid of it.
Instead of the sparkling light behind those intricate slits, there's a dull, almost tired spark of the simple emotion we like to call love.
Namjoon is.. tired, to say the least.
Tired of having to fight for the smallest slivers of love that he expects from life. Tired of having done so at home, and having to face the same torturous experience here too, with her.
Not with her, please.. not her too!
Anger, contempt and distress bubble through his veins, and before he can stop himself, the emotions seep through his voice like they usually would when around the man that caused a similar kind of pain back at home.
"I doĀ notĀ want to talk about it, Y/n" his voice is curt, a sneer on his face, almost as if there's a.. wall that he's trying to put up around himself, as if he is trying to protect himself.
Protect himself, not fromĀ her, but from that miserable concoction of emotions that he whirls in right now.
Y/n feels a familiar prick in her heart, one that she knows all too well.
Never once had Namjoon, herĀ Joon, ever spoken to her like so.
Voice ever so cold, eyes not willing to meet hers as if the very thought was foul. Instinctively, the sirens blare at her, noisily pleading for her to shield herself from the violent pinch in her proverbial heart.
Why? There is no need. This isĀ Joon. He'd never hurt her.
His reaction.. was something she hadn't ruled out, something she considered might happen.
She has seen this before,Ā feltĀ this before.
This miserable instinct of not wanting to let the other person know that they've gotten to you no matter how much it hurt on the inside, might be the only thing that kept her sane back home.
And she completely understands how it might have affected him outside of such a hostile environment too. You see, she's experienced it too.
And she knows that the moment he uttered those words, a huge truck of shame would have crashed down upon him, making the self respect wither and welt away like the last flower in winter.
"Please.. talk to me" she whispers, hand on his shoulder as she tries to swallow the lump of tears down in hopes of staying strong for him.
Silence.
"Joon.. tell me. Is it what I think it is?" Y/n speaks once more, hating the fact that she can't find it in her to truly voice it out.
"I.. I can't Y/n-ah.. I can't do this all over again. I'm tired.." he breaks as pitiful sobs wrack through him.
"How.. how is it fair of him to ask me to choose between you and them?"
It must have been because the producer saw them together that day.. when Joon introduced her to him as his girlfriend.
This is isn't a big deal! We'll move pastĀ this..Ā right?
This.. sure, it might seem dramatic to most people. But to Namjoon, to Y/n, oh, it isn't drama. It's true exhaustion that settles in their bones as they think of how much they'll have to struggle for this too.
It's always been a battle for them. Be it at home, at school, with themselves.. they've always had to struggle for the smallest bits of hope. And now, Namjoon can't seem to find any more strength within himself to get up.
She can see that he's on the verge of letting go.. of giving up.
"Please, Namjoon-ah.. talk to me" Y/n begs, as if hearing his voice will soothe her aching heart.
However, it doesn't.
"No Y/n! I can't talk!"
Her breath hitches, and for the first time around them, uncomfortable silence follows.
Unbeknownst to him, contempt seemed to lace his voice. His face is twisted into a hateful scowl, the tears that stain his face angry, his eyebrows furrowed as if the last thing he wanted was her to see him so vulnerable.
The anger he seems to carry. The contempt. The fact that he doesn't want her to see him vulnerable, without any walls up.. she knows why this is happening. Like said before, sge is all too familiar with the trauma for her liking. She understands.
But, a small part of her can't help but think that maybe.. maybe it was only her that felt comfortable. Maybe she didn't earn all of his trust yet..
That breaks her.
Hot tears roll down her face, burning the skin as they do and she has to grit her teeth to try and calm herself down, eyes closed to try and block out the bright light, feeling all too overwhelmed by everything now.
Before she can let her mind race farther down that dark road, however, she feels herself being engulfed into a hug. One that seems to piece back all that she felt break inside her.
She feels safe in his arms. Warmth. Like a subtle ray of sunlight when out on a cold day.
The pleasant silence returns, loud enough to block out all that noisy chit-chatter.
That's all the apology she requires to soothe her. That's all the love she needs to find her way out. To find hope.
"I.. I can't talk about it" he starts, voice broken. "Because if I do, it would mean that it matters."
"But it does matter, Joon.. doesn't it?" She asks, although she feels no reason to.
SheĀ knowsĀ it does.
"Of course it does, Y/n. But, that scares me. Because, if it matters, it's real. And when it's real, it hurts." He completes, voice growing more steady, more sure with every word he speaks, almost as if the strength he lost returned as he did.
That's what being in her presence did to him. She gave him strength.
"But it is real. It does hurt, Namjoon-ah. We can't run from it." Y/n shakes her head, gently moving away from him to look at him. "Don't you think it's going to be easier if we do this together?"
"It would.." he nods as he cups her face, wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks. The tearsĀ heĀ caused.
Wincing at the thought, he looks away, the pain returning once more.
How could have done this.. ugh.
He was the one that was supposed to protect her from harm if ever threatened.
He was the one that was supposed to keep her safe from pain.
He wasn't supposed to have fucking caused it!
That is the responsibility he took the moment he loved her. The moment she allowed him to do so.
To keep the other's heart safe. That is the responsibility of love.
And he failed, miserably so.
"I'm so sorry, Y/n-ah. I promise.." he feels his voice break once more as he presses his forehead against hers, unable to look her in the eye, ashamed of himself.
".. I promise Y/n..! I never meant to hurt you. Truly.." he begs.
"I know, Joon. I know. But, it.. it hurt that, even though it was for a second, you felt the need to hide how you felt about this from me." Y/n sniffles, hating that she can't stop the small tears although she isn't mad at him.
That, he hates.
SheĀ shouldĀ be mad at him! Not just look at him with those eyes that already whisper words of love and affection.
She should give him a chance to work for it! How else is he supposed to get rid of the guilt he feels? How else is he supposed to feel worthy of her love once more? Of her, in all her grace?
"I can't take back how I said what I said, Y/n-ah. But, I don't know what else to do, but ask you if you can forgive me?" he pleads, voice a mere whisper, as if anything louder would break him.
"Of course I do, Joon." She replies, a small smile making it's way onto her face when he tucks a small strand of her hair behind her ear, staring at her as if she's the most precious to him on this planet.
She is.
"Let me make it up to you.. please. I really am sorry." His shoulders shake ever so slightly with the guilt that consumes him.
"Hey.. hey, I know." Y/n tilts his face up so its no longer looking down with shame, hating how he can't seem to accept her forgiveness. Hating how he's beating himself up for it.
"There's nothing to make up for. You made it better. It's ok, Joon. I'm fine, see?" It's her turn to wipe away the tears streaming down his face, smiling once he nods his head.
"Oh, I love you" he confesses, chuckling once she starts crying once more.
This wouldn't stop anytime soon, would it?
Neither of them are surprised with his confession. Maybe because he just stated what they knew all along.
There isn't much that changes for either of them when he utters the words.
The world doesn't stop, their hearts don't beat faster, there isn't a chaotic dance the butterflies perform.
No. Instead, they feel at peace. Like as if saying those words restored that little bit of hope they needed in the moment.
Of course he had to say it first! This day wasn't going as planned at all..! But then again, she isn't going to complain about this.
"Why? Don't you want me to love you?" Namjoon teases, a cheeky smile on his face as he tries to make the situation better, wiping away her tears once more.
"Shut up..!" She slaps him on the arm with a frown before engulfing him into another hug, laughing at how silly she was being.
"Come on, say it back. You know you want to." he teases more, tickling her once she refuses playfully.
"Ok, ok, fine! I love you too..!" She laughs out, swollen eyes seemingly disappearing when she smiles, nose a tinge of red from all the crying.(blushing too)
"There you go" he smirks cheekily, before leaning down to press a kiss against her forehead, making those butterflies flutter about once more, as if to celebrate the moment, dancing to the beat of hearts that compliment each other.
"What do we do about this.. situation, then?" Y/n asks, glad that they're both in a better frame of mind now.
"What? The one where you can't stop blushing like a tomato? Hm, let me think-" he teases, laughing once she slaps him on the head once more.
"Ok, ok! I'll stop!"
"You're so.. ugh!" She rolls her eyes, as if annoyed by him, although they both know that ain't the situation. The smile she wears gives it away.
"Either way, you still love me"
"Yes, you big old oaf, I do- That's not the point..!"
"Really? I can't help but think of anything but that, however. I wonder why.." He asks, standing up from his spot on the ground.
"Namjoon."
"What?"
"Shut up." She quips, making him laugh out once more as he helps her up onto her feet. He absolutely loved teasing her!
"Come on now, let's get some ice cream and.. you know, talk." He suggests, holding her hand in his warm one.
The walk to the convenience store is quiet, the fresh air just what they need as they think back to what happened, and the situation they're in.
They'd just have to handle it like how they would with any other, they agree. Face it head on, together.
They can't help but smile at the thought of how..Ā right, it feels to be together as Namjoon shows her the picture of their first outing to the amusement park. One where, much like they are now, eating ice cream, a small bit of it smudged on her nose in the picture.
This day could have gone better, yes. But it doesn't matter. They don't
want a fairy tale. They want each other. At their best, and worst. At their most true moments.
Their love is now stronger than before. Truer than before, because they got through it together.
After all, that's the purpose of their hope, isn't it? To get through tough times. To give each other strength. To be each other's love, and hope.
Summary: āI canāt loose you because if I loose you I loose myself. Youāre all I have left.ā she begged him to put the gun down. Her bloody knees splashed into the mud. Helicopters surrounded them and the sirens were getting closer and closer but she could think about was him. The man whom she fell in love with, standing in front of them. Gun pointed towards his head.
This is a HoseokxOc story but feel free to think of her as y/n. I just didnāt want to call her y/n so I used my own character that youāll see in a lot of my stories but her mood and temperament will change in each story. The character depicted in the photo is my imagination of her, you can depict her anyway you would like.
Warning: Injuries, swearing, knife mentions, mafia mentions (obviously), a little bit of angst.Ā
āAlmost there.ā Hoseok huffed as they climbed the hill that led to the abandoned garage. The garage was originally popular amongst the civilians but the town turned into a ghost town, which made it the perfect place for mafiaās to meet up for certain things.Ā
Areumās P.O.V
I let out a slight giggle hearing Hoseokās huffs and his struggles to make it up the hill. For a big buff mafia man youād think he could walk thousands of miles but he could get out of breath just by opening a jar of pickles.Ā āCome on Muscle Man. Just a few more feet to go.ā I teased earning a hearty chuckle back from him.
āYou gotta remember that I hauled your ass for like 3 miles.ā He poked my head gently but still managed to make me flinch.Ā āScaredy cat, ah, there it is.āĀ
Hoseokās P.O.V
Oh thank goodness, I was about to fall face down out of exhaustion, Itās been hours that Iāve been on my damn feet. The large garage was right behind the abandoned mall aka the drug trade. I leaned against the concrete wall showered in explicit graffiti. Taking out my phone I dialed the driverās number. I took Areumās hand and pulled her closer to meĀ āStay close, the crackheads lurk.ā The phone then picked up and he said his usual phraseĀ āAnnyeonghaseyo jeoneun bangtan sonyeondan hwanggeum maknae jeon jungkook imnidaāĀ
āWhere are you.ā I asked him bluntly, too tired to deal with his absurdness right now.Ā
āAhh, Iām in the garage.ā The sound of the engine rumbles in the background making it hard to decipher what he was sayingĀ āIām with Cynthia and we are on the fifth flight!ā
Letting out a low groan, I sure didnāt have it in me to walk five flights up. My legs would surely give out or possibly crack in half. āDrive the car down, the damsel in injured.ā
Areum crossed her arms as her cheeks puffed out like two balloons āWhy do I have to be the damsel? Do I look like Iām in distress? Why canāt I be the hero or the even the black widow!ā she went on and on but her words begun to blur out. I was only focused on how to get into that damn car and get back to the house as fast as we humanly could.
āI canāt boss, someone might catch us!ā
āJungkook thatās a demand not an order. If anyone sees us then weāll just send an assassin out or something.ā
āAh! Quiet down boss. Iām comin Iām comin. Youāre gonna get us caught one day.ā he then hung up on me which made me slightly irritated.Ā āI shouldāve never hired that damn maknae.ā
Areum slouches next to me but she still with held the smile lurking on her lips. Times like these, it gets comforting to see especially from her.Ā āHow do you do it huh?ā I chuckled a bit and took her wrist, pulling her closer to me so we could warm each other up in this cold weather. āHow do you manage to smile in the most fucked up situations?āĀ
āWell, as long as Iām with you the situation isnāt that bad. Besides, I like to see you struggle.ā She jokes with a slight laugh giving me the answer I shouldāve anticipated.Ā
āHa ha.ā I sarcastically laugh along, ruffling her hair up with my rough fingers. Then, the car finally arrived. It was a old and dirty truck which suits this place very well. I opened up the back door for Areum to go in first. If anyone saw us pull up in a brand new red convertible they would know something was up. Jungkook then put his foot on the gas and pulled off rather very fast. Areum rushed to put her seatbelt on while everyone else just sat there exhausted. It was just the wee hours in the morning, nobody was on the roads so Jungkook cranked the windows down. As long as nobody recognized Areum or me, we should be good. We took the back roads just to make sure. Jungkook turned on the speakers to his favorite songs then spoke loudlyĀ āHowād your little getaway go!āĀ
Cynthia, the co leader of this mafia, turned down the speakers to allow Areum and I to rest.Ā āJungkook, why do you have to be so loud all the time?āĀ
I knew Cynthia every since I inherited this whole mafia business. Sheās always been like a sister to me. She was there whenever I needed her and whenever I didnāt.Ā
I put my hands behind my head and let out a long sighĀ āIt was nice until someone called the damn cops on us.ā I let the wind cool me off as I closed my eyesĀ āThat part really spoiled the whole entire thing.ā
Areum hummed to the country music playing in the background.Ā āBut it wasnāt anything we couldnāt handle! Right Hoseok?ā
āMmhm.ā I felt myself falling into a deep sleep. My energy to perform anything at this point was drifting away.Ā
Areumās P.O.V
I took a cover from the floor and draped it over Hoseok he looked like he was passed out. I couldnāt blame him.
āIām sure Hoseok took good care of you... as always.ā Cynthia sighed to herself.Ā
My face scrunched up as I felt slightly offended, I tried to calm myself down, trying not to get that stuck up princess attitude I always tend to have... Iām working on that. I am.Ā āI guess.ā I felt my leg start to sting a bit. The adrenaline was running out and the pain was setting in. Letting out a quiet grunt I held my leg closeĀ āI got bit and scratched by dogs.ā
Jungkook turned back to see the blood beginning to drip down my leg again. I mustāve injured it when I got back up to walk.Ā āYikes.ā Jungkook spokeĀ āDonāt worry, weāre almost there.ā He passed me a box of tissues āHereā.
Ā Cynthia looked at me then back to the roadĀ āYou have to stop being so careless whenever youāre around him.ā
āCareless?ā I took the tissues and started to wipe off as much blood as I could. Once I saw the cut, it only stung even more. I couldnāt think of a smart response because of it. It hurts like hell but I wanted to keep my composure.Ā
Strong women donāt cry right?Ā
Besides, I wanted to be strong for him. I wanted to be strong to Hoseok and to prove everyone that I deserve to be here.
As we drove up to the big mansion where the mafia resided in Jungkook parked the car and I was cared for immediately getting escorted to their little medical room by her assigned nurses. Out of the corner of my eye she saw Cynthia caring for Hoseok, walking him back inside with one of his arms draped around her shoulder. Iād be lying if I said I didnāt feel a hint of jealously inside my heart. Ever since Iāve met her sheās always given meĀ āOh, Iām better than youā vibes but Iāve been trying to brush it off. I donāt want my own jealousy to get in the way of Hoseok and I. I never did. I looked up to a girl with a silver necklace hanging down her neck. It was Lisa, Hoseokās sister.
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āFollow meā she hums as she takes the mysterious criminals hand. They were rough and she noticed that they were also tatted. She couldnāt get a full glimpse but it looked like part of a dragons tale. The man spoke up as the princess led him through the endless maze of twist and turns.
Hoseokās P.O.V
āWhy are you helping me?ā This could be a big trap but then again I have no choice. If it wasnāt for her Iād be surrounded by this damn kingdom and if she pulled anything stupid I have a gun right on my hip and Iām not afraid to shoot little miss princess. A person who gets anything and everything under her fingertips. People like her is the whole reason why me and my family rebelled. People like her enforced the stupid laws society has, People like her ruin everything Iāve worked for but here I was holding her hand. Her grip was tight so it wasnāt like I could let go.
āBecause I want to help you.ā She hums with a slight smileĀ āBesides the castle needed a little action.ā We then came to another dead end, this time we were surrounded by vineyards of roses and fine grapes.Ā
āAnd you do realize that you are helping the number one felon in Korea right now?ā
Before the princess could respond she ripped the bottom half of her expensive dress off so she could have more freedom in her strides which threw me off a bit. Her thighs are now fully exposed and she had not problem with that. āSo?ā She took the fabric and tied it along her thighĀ āYou do realize that the wealthiest girl in Korea is helping a felon out right?ā She echos.Ā āDo you have a knife?āĀ
I pulled out a pocket knife and handed it to her, even though I probably shouldnāt of. This was getting pretty interesting and Iād be lying if I said I didnāt want to know where it was going. The princess went up to the vines and cut them open. I chuckled as she did soĀ āVery smart princess,Ā but wouldnāt they follow us inside-ā
After she was done cutting the vines a door was revealed. She twisted the golden knob and it led us inside what seemed like to be a small bedroom, with a tv, bed, and a large bookcase. There were paintings on the wall but they seemed like they were either drawn by her or someone else.Ā
The princess pressed on a red button and the vines attached to one another again as if nothing even happened. The princess smiled at me, feeling proud of herself for helping a person like myself out.Ā āYouāre welcome.ā she beams
I scoffed to myself and looked around her mini hideoutĀ āYou led me to a bed. Iām not interested in making out with you right now, I need to get back to my base.ā
āMake out?ā She crosses her arms and a light blush appears on her faceĀ āI wouldnāt t-touch you with a ten foot pole!āĀ
I looked down at her hand still attached to mine but she quickly let go of it. I sighed as I started to look around. Thinking about how I could ever get out of here without getting caught. I didnāt want to escape in the morning because thatās when small children flood the maze. It wouldnāt be a good look for a grown man with a gun attached to his hip be in it with them. And besides, Iām on a time schedule.
Ā The princess spoke once again, her arms not leaving her chestĀ āWho says I donāt have a way for you to get out!āĀ
āLook sweetheart.ā I took out my gun and pointed it towards her head, I really didnāt have a choice. āStop playing games, get me out of here now or I will shoot you.ā
She froze once I pulled out my gun but the same smile appears onto her face. What was this girl? Some type of psychopath?Ā āYou wouldnāt kill me Mister. If you did youād spend more time in prison or possibly the dungeon than youād intend to. Ah, who am I kidding theyād possibly put you to death.āĀ
I didnāt drop the gun but she did make a point. I know at some point in my life that I was going to go to jail or die but itās too soon in the game. I plan to hold my fatherās legacy until I die.Ā āShow me the exit now.ā My voice rose to stir more fear in her but it failed.
āNot until you tell me your name.ā She looked me straight in the eyes.Ā āI.. I want you to be my friend.ā
āIām not a good friend.ā I chuckled at the how naive this woman was.Ā āIāll tell you what. You show me the exit and you get a name. Deal?ā
She thought it over for a moment, lowering her arms she nodded and walked to her bookcase. she pushed it aside and there was a window. It seemed to be led to the woods. I wondered why there was even a such thing in a whole kingdom. Why was she the only one who knew about this.Ā
āCan I get-ā Before she could say another word I pushed her to the floor, causing her to loose her balance and fall. She shouted at me before I made a run for it. I shouldāve killed her. The window was already unlocked to that made it easier for me. Did I feel bad about it?
No, I didnāt.Ā
It was my sisterās birthday and Iām already running late. I checked if I still had the necklace in my pocket and it was still in itās pretty velvet box.
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Areumās P.O.V
Lisa helped me onto a bed then got her gloves on. She was very careful not to hurt me anymore than I already was. I trusted her, so I allowed my eyes shut. She was a certified nurse even before this whole mafia deal begun. Lisa accessed the bite and scratchesĀ āThat dog left a pretty big mark on you.ā She informs as she sterilizes her equipment before she uses them.Ā āBut itās nothing I canāt handle.ā
I chuckle and look down at herĀ āYou sound so cool when you say that.ā She gave me a smile as she starts to apply alcohol which stung even more. I winced but held in my pain.
āYou can scream if youād like. Iām not here to judge.ā Lisa hummed.
Well, If I had her permission...
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Hoseok P.O.V
āWhereās Areum?ā I asked as I held onto Cynthiaās shoulder. I didnāt even notice that we were already to the quarters. I mustāve fell asleep.
āSheās getting treated.ā Cynthia laid me on my door post allowing me to catch my composure again. Cynthia sighs as she dusts off her red dress that she always wears whenever sheās going out. Unlike me, she could go out whenever she pleases. Her identity hasnāt been given out yet so thatās why sheās our lurer. She lures people with herĀ ācharmāĀ so we could eventually handle business withĀ them. āYou know.ā She walks a little closer to me, feeling my cheek to make sure that the small cut would be okayĀ āIf she keeps getting you in danger like this then Iām not sure if sheās the perfect cut for this mafia.ā
āCynthia.ā I sighed and pulled away from her fingers. āNot this again. Areum is just as deserving as you are.ā
āWhat Hoseok, we all know it. She canāt even fend for herself. What makes you think she could fend for you? Youāre only putting her in danger, not only her us! The whole mafia empire.ā She got a bit mad but she soon calmed down by the look I was giving her.Ā āIām tired alright, canāt we talk about this some other time?āĀ
Cynthia gave me one last look before she went her own way. She had a mission this morning but I had a whole bunch of overdue sleeping to do until I get back on my feet again. I went inside of my room, not even caring to turn on the lights. I just kicked my shoes off and threw my body on the big master bed awaiting me. It felt amazing but yet so empty without Areum lying by my side. As I wrapped myself in the covers I couldnāt help but to think about Cynthiaās words. She was right, if people found us out then it would be over for us as we know it but...
Ā I guess Iām a sucker for her love but I know that this chapter will soon come to an end. Itāll take a miracle if itās a good one.
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Open Books (Masterlist) š„ŗš„šš„° - By Author G
An unpredicted switch of journals brings two strangers close. Strangers with similarly perturbing experiences, and beautifully healing souls. Abused, bullied, and traumatized, they help each other, and those around them break away from similar experiences, heal and grow gracefully. With thoughtful emotions, and ever growing minds, Y/n and Namjoon are delicate heroes.
They understand the best in each other, and the worst, like open books.
A relationship filled with playful teasing, cheesy lines and wholesome love. A package, only for them.
00:00 š„ŗ - By Author G
And you're gonna be happy..
Min Yoongi
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It's Been a Long, Long Time - Author L
Yoongi is disappointed in himself for not being able to spend quality time with his wife. After a tiring day at work for the both of them, he decides to cook dinner for her and the night ends with romance and wine.
She compares her right hand with mine and lets out a soft gasp.
āMy hands are so tiny!ā
āTheyāre adorable.ā
āYouāre only saying that because Iām your wife.ā
Jung Hoseok
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Sorrowful Love š„ - By Author A
āThereās no sorrow that lasts forever and there is no love that lasts forever.ā He says, hands in his pocket looking at the beautiful girl walking beside him.
āI say there isā she replies as their eyes meet.
āWhich one love or sorrow?ā
āA sorrowful loveā
Park Jimin
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Diamond Heart (Masterlist) ā¤ļø - By Author P
Lee Su-Jin, an independent woman, finds herself walking into Jimin's life as his makeup artist. She makes sure that her personal life never crosses paths with her professional life. At least, that's what she thinks she does.
Will Jimin be the one to bring down the walls around her heart, or will he have to build walls around his own?
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Kim Taehyung
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Just The Two Of Us (Masterlist) ā¤ļø- By Author L
In which two ambiverts who are conscientious, resourceful, firm, and slightly egotistic happen to realise, discover, and explore the possibility of being in love. Itās a dream-like almost magical romance focusing on what I love to call āthe butterfly inducing effectā. So, get comfy, grab a tub of ice cream, maybe get a few tissues and be prepared to experience romance like no other and fall in love.
Summary: āI canāt loose you because if I loose you I loose myself. Youāre all I have left.ā she begged him to put the gun down. Her bloody knees splashed into the mud. Helicopters surrounded them and the sirens were getting closer and closer but she could think about was him. The man whom she fell in love with, standing in front of them. Gun pointed towards his head.
This is a HoseokxOc story but feel free to think of her as y/n. I just didn't want to call her y/n so I used my own character that you'll see in a lot of my stories but her mood and temperment will change in each story.
Warning: A bit of sexual interaction but nothing too much, weapons, skin damage, cursing, DIOR FREAKING HOSEOK. AKA: SUPERIOR HOSEOK.
Hauling Areum away in his arms from the vent into his arms, he opened the window just to see that the cops and dogs were guarding the entire motel, just waiting for them to come back and attack. He had to think and he had to think fast or else theyāll both be dead meat. He looked around and spotted one place where the dogs nor the cops have reached yet. The garbage bin. Of course, it was disgusting but it was the only chance they got.Ā
Hoseokās P.O.V
I sigh as I held Areum close to my chest, thereās no way that she could be seen by the police or else itās pretty much over for her and her family. I quickly set Areum down being careful not to to injure her even more than I already did. I had some spare time until the cops could reach this area. Taking my jacket off, I carefully wrapped it on her wounded leg so no infection would begin to grow. I had to get her back home and I had to do it fast. There she could be met with a medic. This all has me wondering if I should just drop her off at the place she belongs and leave her be. All I am is trouble in her life. I am in everybody's and I really dont give a shit. Iāve become my own nightmare that lost itās mercy ten years ago but when it comes to her. I swear Iād do anything. Iāve become so selfish and allowed my heart to become enslaved in chains to her love. To her affection. To the way she smiles or the way the moonlight touches her soft skin.Ā
Love is tortuous, I feel myself going on a never ending rollercoaster with her. She was the worst thing that ever happened to me but the best thing at the same time. She canāt let me go and thatās the worst part about this relationship because I know at some point sheās going to have to let me go. Not that I want to go. I want to be her dream man and offer everything she wants that she deserves but not off of blood money. Iāve never thought that one time in my life Iād be regretting being a mafia lord. Love is powerful.Ā
All this goes through my mind as I picked her up once more and jumped into the trash can, where there were a lot of bags. Yes, itās risky to possibly get stabbed by glass shards or bitten by a rat but it was better than prison. Our landing sound was muffled by the plastic bags. The cops were approaching so I closed the bin and hid myself and Areum to the best of my ability. There happened to be a small hole that I peeped through to see if the cops were going along their way but they werenāt. They were just guarding the whole hotel as well as their dogs. We needed a distraction so I picked up a rusted old wrench and while they werent looking aimed it at the highest window that was out of the copās eyesight, so of course they wouldnāt see the wrench. Once the glass broke the cops shouted and ran towards the window, holding their guns up. I took Areum when the coast was clear and silently got out of there, running far away into the woods. Once I was far enough, I slung Areum onto my back and looked into my suitcase for a pager.Ā āI need a car sent to Eastwood Urgently.āĀ
Eastwood was about 5 miles away but it was the only place where I knew to navigate to from here. My pager dings before a man starts to talkĀ āYes sir, it will take us fifteen minutes. Parked in the garage sir.ā
āThanks Jungkook. Coming home soon, prepare med for Areum. She got a bog bite...ā I looked at Areumās leg. Lines of slightly opened bloody flesh lined along her legsĀ āAnd a bit of a scratch.ā
As I kept walking on the cops were soon long gone or so I think. You never know in this field of work. I had a long ways to go and there was no way Areum could walk on her feet. She wasnāt very heavy so I could handle it. Walking through nature was quite nice actually. Itās not something I usually do. I had to make it to Eastwood before the sun rose because if not I could get caught by someone. I felt Areum shift her head on my back, and soon her hips.
āBaby?ā I say to her as she regains herĀ conscious. I went to a tree and sat her down onto the leaves so she could wake up and I could take a small break before we move again.
Areumās P.O.V
An instant sting shot onto my leg as if somebody took sharp nails and dragged it along on my skin.Ā āAugh!ā I whimpered as I reached for the long bloody scratch. I saw that a sweater was wrapped around my bloody wounds. I donāt even remembered what happened after being in that vent. All I remember was darkness.Ā āIt hurts.ā my voice cracks as my hands tried to rub down the cut to attempt to make it feel better but my attempts only made it worse. I wasnāt used to all this. I mean, small scars and such were common but this? My eyes began to water as the pain only got worse. It wouldnāt go away. Hoseok knelt towards me, caressing my cheeks.Ā āHey, youāre alright.āĀ
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Areum felt Hoseokās heavy breaths as he continued to walk with her in his arms. Two hours passed and they were far out of the copās sight. They were almost to their destination but Hoseokās steps became slower. Areum spokeĀ āStop, I could walk on my own now.āĀ
Hoseok shook his head as he kept walking. Sure, he was tired and he exhausted. He could just pass out right then and there but he wasnāt going to let go of her.Ā Ā āHoseok.ā Areum spoke louder as her fingers gripped his shirt.Ā āLet me go.ā
āYouāll get hurt more Areum, Iāve already done enough to you!ā He didnāt let go her, he couldnāt let her go but soon enough he had to let her go.Ā āLetās take a break.ā he panted.
Areumās P.O.V
I laughed a little as he had to let me go sooner or later. Some long scratched lined my leg and I still felt the sting but it wasnāt unbearable. I could walk on my own now, well, at least limb. By looking at Hoseok slumped down on a tree I had to walk at this point
āOkay, just get on my shoulders.ā He panted and knelt down. I chuckled a bit as I tightened theĀ āband aidā Hoseok put on my cut.Ā āNo love.ā I push Hoseokās shoulders back up.Ā āI need to start doing things on my own.ā
Five years ago.
Areumās P.O.V
The evening of the ball was wonderful to say the less but as the sun set over the horizon the part I dreaded came. The dance. Where my parents set up certain men from different kingdoms to dance with me. Expecting me to find my one and only true love but the truth was I liked none of these stuck up petty men. They think they all have me at their fingertips when really they all disgust me. With their pristine suits, perfect smiles, and expensive rings. I was so sick of seeing all of them but especially one of them, Namjoon.Ā
Namjoon was the richest prince there was. Everyone knew him, loved him, and loathed him. He was the number one running to marry in my parents list but certainly not on mine. Taking a class of champagne before the dance I saw Namjoon coming towards me. Even down to the way he walks irritates me. Even though he didnāt do anything to me I just didnāt want to marry him. I didnāt want him to take me away to wherever he lived and trap me as his little house wife. Oh yeah, might I mention, all of Namjoonās ex wives told me not to marry him because heās demanding, bratty, and a so called womanizer.
He gave me a smile and fixed his glasses and I returned with a nice gesture. Coming close he looked down to me, admiring every aspect of my long golden dress. He finally spokeĀ āGood day my lady, Iām looking forward to out dance.āĀ
I just smiled and nodded, just because I hated him didnāt mean I had to be rude to the guy. Even though I really wanted to punch his ass to ten buck two. His next words to me made me gag my champagne. āMaybe I could get more than a dance by the end of tonight.āĀ He swayed away with a wink. Now I really wanted to get out of this place. That man was the epitome of sickness. The bell rung and it was already time for the dance. All the princesses gathered in front of the princes. I took my position right in front of Namjoon. The kings and queens oversaw from the tall stories. Overlooking their daughters with binoculars, seeing if they could see anythingĀ āmagical.ā
The dance has begun and we all followed the elaborate and precise steps to the rhythm. Princes caught us by our waist and held onto our hands tight. Twirling all around the dance floor I soon was caught by Namjoon. My soon to be king. He smirked down onto me as his hand traveled down my waist. I gave him a naĆÆve smile but I really knew what he was doing all along. I couldnāt be more happy to spin again into another princeās arms but Namjoon seemed disappointed that my body left his presence.
Ā The dance went on and on and on.
āI think we have found the one for Namjoon, may he have your daughter in marriage?ā Namjoonās father exclaimed loud enough for me to hear. My body went into full shock, I just wanted to get out of there. I knew my parentās would say yes since theyāve been rooting for us.Ā
Spinning
Spinning
My eyes caught the guards running outside of the palace, everyone seemed distracted so I decided to discreetly take my leave. I lifted my long golden dress up and ran to where the guards were running towards. They led me all the way outside. I heard one of the guards running close so I pressed my back onto the brick wall surrounded by bushes so they wouldnāt see me.Ā
āThere he is!ā One of them yelled and chased after a man. I tried to get a closer look but all I could see was a leather black mask and all black attire. He seemed to have a black turtle neck a buckles along his chest. Strange, how could he even get into the castleās quarters. I knew I shouldnāt of but I followed the thief, looking for some new excitement. The guards lost him but I knew exactly where he was heading, the maze. He was taking a shortcut to the maze. One that could be missed by the guards. It was strange that he knew where everything was in this castle, was he one of our workers before? He entered the maze and I came after him. I saw something shiny in his hands, aw it was my bracelet. As I followed I stepped on the noisiest branch.Ā
Dang
The thief turned back, pulling out a black gun and it sure did look terrifying. Something thatās never allowed on the grounds of the castle.Ā āWho goes there.ā He spoke.Ā āCome out or I will shoot.āĀ
I didnāt really have a choice, the last thing I wanted to do tonight was get shot. Well, maybe it was better than getting engaged to Namjoon. I came out of the bushes and allowed my dress to flow down. I bowed at the thief lifting two sides of my dress up. Once I analyzed his face might I say... He wasnāt bad looking, he looked pretty good for a thief actually.Ā āPrincess Bailey.āĀ
The thief stood there for a bit, probably in shock heās seeing me out of anyone.
Hoseokās P.O.V
Ā This day couldnāt get anymore stranger. I put the bracelet in my pocket but held the gun tight in my hand. I wasnāt afraid to get royal blood splattered on my clothes.Ā āWho do you come with. Where are the guards.ā For some reason she just stood in front of me. Staring me down as if I was some sort of toy in the toy store. She took a step closer to me but I took two steps back, holding my gun higher to her head. If I shot at anytime she would for sure dead. This was one bold princess. She spoke once againĀ āThat bracelet, itās mine. But, you could have it.ā
āI wasnāt asking.ā
āWhat is it for might I ask? Will you pawn it?ā She seemed super calm when seeing a whole criminal right in front of her. The biggest one of Korea that is.Ā āItās for someone.ā
āOh a gift? How kind of you sir. If you asked me I wouldāve gave it to you.āĀ
āYou donāt even know me.Ā ā
āWho are you then.ā The princess smiled as she stepped closer againĀ āI come in peace, please lower your gun.āĀ
Not budging still I get a small intercom out of my pocket and spokeĀ āBring the helicopter in the maze.ā
āHelicopter? Thatās not very discreet. This castle is filled with security tools. Youāll surely get shot down.ā She sung as her heels kicked the rocks on the ground.
I thought about it and she did have a point.Ā āCancel the helicopter..ā I turned the intercom off and looked at the princess.Ā āOkay, then what do you suggest?ā
The princess smiled and turned to me. Happy that I gave her an inch. This may be a big trap but at this point I didnāt have a choice.Ā
āFollow me.ā She hums.
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Hello everyone, I hoped you liked the part two of the Mafiaās Princess. Now you know a little backstory, Iām curious if anybody reads my story. If so could you please comment or anonymously tell me so I am more encouraged to continue it? Thank you so much and tell me what you think so far. I might accept request pretty soon! Thank you so much for reading :)
