#reader x bts

There are only six of you tonight, and you all had come from the new Spiderman movie (PLEASE go watch brand new day, i beg you) and Yoongi is one of the two guys there (the other one being gay, of course, but he wouldn't change Taehyung for anything). You're sitting across from him, which is dangerous because Yoongi keeps accidentally making eye contact with you.

Your friend group tends to talk about anything and everything, and you all often act like crackheads with each other, and with Taehyung being high a lot of the time, you never know if you're going to be talking about uni or deep philosophical shit.

Tonight it happens to be deep shit.

"So, we're all going to go around the table and say what our biggest insecurity is, like personality-wise, but also physical," Taehyung says, taking a sip of his water.

Yoongi panics. What is he supposed to say? Everyone knows he a quiet person, and this means that he also doesn't want to share his biggest insecurities, especially not in a dingy Ihop with you sitting across from him.

As if you read his thoughts, you immediately look at Yoongi and say, "But only if you want to, no forcing people, Tae," and Yoongi wants to kiss you (he always wants to kiss you, but especially right now).

"Fine, fine, sure," Taehyung says, and gestures for Jeongyeon to start. As she talks, Yoongi can only wonder what you're going to say. In his mind, everyone has flaws, and while you are a part of "everyone," he doesn't think that you're that insecure about anything. You act confident and are outgoing and friendly when meeting new people, but Yoongi also knows that you tend to overthink and analyze past conversations and replay the awkward or embarrassing moments in your head. So, maybe you would say something about that? Yoongi also knows that you can be surprisingly honest with direct and deep questions like this, even in an Ihop of all places, and even if you replay the conversation over in your head, you won't be ashamed of your answers.

After Jeongyeon finishes, and everyone (including Yoongi, he wasn't completely ignoring her, he's not rude) assures her that she is beautiful and that her personality is never too much, Nayeon starts talking.

Yoongi also doesn't know what you're going to say about your physical insecurity, because your skin is always glowing (and never seems to have pimples, lucky you) and you are comfortable in your body and other features like hair or facial features. Yoongi himself is insecure because of his short height (not much, but it would be nice to be a couple inches taller, okay?) and sometimes because of his softer facial features. Many people (especially girls) find him cute, and that's all well and good but Yoongi only cares about your opinion. If you don't find him cute then what's the point? You may only like the hot and sexy kind of guy, not cute. You were saying how good Tom Holland looked in the movie, and Yoongi worries that he's not jacked enough for you, or that his mint green hair is a turn off and that you prefer natural colored hair on guys.

"Okay, Y/n, it's your turn," Taehyung says, and everyone turns expectantly to you, Yoongi included, his full attention on you.

"Oh, yeah, um okay," you say, and Yoongi can tell your cheeks are heating up a litte. So adorable.

You stare at the space in between Yoongi and Taehyung (who's sitting on Yoongi's left), seemingly not being able to look anyone in the eyes.

"I guess for personality, I would say I worry about being not enough for people, or too much for people." Bullshit. You're enough for all of us, for me, Yoongi thinks. But it's the next thing you say that makes his heart stop.

"I also worry about not being able to be loved," you say, still staring off into the distance as Yoongi echoes the words over and over in his head, I love you, I love you, I love you. How could anyone not love you? You are the most beautiful soul he's ever met, and he can't believe you would worry about being lovable.

"But, yeah, I don't know, everyone our age now is getting engaged," you say with a shrug, and Taehyung agrees. The conversation turns to how you all are so young, and have your whole lives ahead of you, and that getting engaged and married so young has unfortunately become the norm. After all, you're mere uni students who haven't even finished school yet.

Yoongi sees that you relax a little, shoulders slouching as the attention is taken off of you and you can finally tear your gaze away from the spot you were staring at. You laugh and join the conversation, voice a little relieved.

Ji-eun goes, but Yoongi is only thinking of how he needs to tell you that he loves you; to prove to you that you are deserving of love, and that you are loved. By him.

Yoongi breaks out of his thoughts as the group decides to go outside and take a walk. Exiting the restaurant, you all stand outside in a semi circle while the slightly humid heat sticks to your skin and warm wind sweeps through every once and a while. The group decides to just walk around Ihop instead of a park because the cops could come around and suspect that you're doing illegal things.

Ihop stands on a more secluded area, being off the interstate exit and has a couple hotels and a Home Depot and gas station around the building. There are streetlamps casting that awkward glow so it's not completely dark, but it's late. Last time Yoongi checked his watch it was about 11:30pm.

Your crew walks towards Home Depot, and Yoongi feels relieved because he was supposed to go next for the insecurities talk but no one has asked him about it, but then Jeongyeon says, "So, Yoongi. Your turn," and everyone's eyes make their way towards Yoongi.

He tries to keep his blush to a minimum because he hates being the center of attention, and thanks the gods and deities above that the Home Depot parking lot has pockets of darkness, so it's hard for anyone, especially you, to be able to see his face clearly.

"Uh, for my personality, I would probably say competency." It's actually being too withdrawn for people and losing them. "Like, if I can't figure my homework out, I think that I'm the problem, and that I'm too stupid and incompetent to figure it out."

Yoongi hears the choruses of protests at that, including your "You could never be stupid, Yoongi." He quickly plows on to his physical insecurities.

"For physical, I guess I would say that I wish I was a little taller. I can't help it, I know, but I don't love my height all the time," he says, and, after a brief moment of hesitation, "I guess I also wish I had more definition on my body." He doesn't elaborate, but he's sure that everyone gets the picture. Yoongi works out, but he hasn't been to the gym in a hot minute and he's sure that his stomach is a little soft.

In order to take the attention off of him, Yoongi tells Taehyung that it's his turn.

You all meander out of the Home Depot parking lot because Jeongyeon says it's too scary and too dark, and walk around the six story hotel where there is more light.

In a pause of silence, you say, "Hey, since we've said our biggest insecurities, why don't we say something we love about ourselves? Both personality wise and physical."

This turns into a compliment shower, with everyone speaking to each other about things they love about each other.

"Y/n, I love your kindness. You're literally the nicest person and are so bubbly and friendly towards everyone," Ji-eun says, and everyone agrees, Yoongi included. You blush and thank them, but Yoongi knows that you know it's the truth. Your kindness is one of his favorite things about you. You are always willing to help others, whether it be borrowing a pencil at school or driving someone somewhere. Yoongi has never heard you say no to a simple request, and Yoongi also admires your ability to talk to someone new and make them feel welcome.

"Yoongi, I don't really know you that deeply, but I do know that you care about your friends," Nayeon says, and her words are true. Nayeon and Yoongi never hang out by themselves, only in a group like this, and even then their chances of having a one on one conversation is slim.

"Thank you," Yoongi says, grateful even if he doesn't know her that well.

"I like how you're quiet, and observe a lot," you say, and Yoongi's heart stutters. "I like that you think before you speak, because sometimes I feel like I don't do that."

The others agree, and Yoongi thanks them, because he feels seen. It's true, he does tend to observe and stay quiet a lot, but he does think before he speaks and he appreciates that you see that. Even if you don't love him back, Yoongi is grateful to have you as a friend and someone who truly sees him.

After a glance at the time, the group decides that it's time to go because class is tomorrow and while some may only have afternoon classes (Yoongi, because he deserves to be able to sleep in), others have an eight am (Taehyung, even though he isn't there half the time, but pretends to care most of the time).

Parting ways in the typical carpooling situation (Jeongyeon, Nayeon, and Taehyung, Ji-eun by herself because she's a bad bitch like that, and you and Yoongi), Yoongi unlocks his car and you both get in.

"I love Tae, but sometimes I feel like we talk about the most random shit," you say, settling into the passenger seat and buckling up.

"Yeah," Yoongi says, numbly buckling up as his thoughts of confessing to you become louder and louder in his brain because it's just you and him now.

"You okay, Yoongi?" You ask, eyes peering into his, searching as if you can tell exactly what he's thinking.

No, I'm not okay. I'm in love with you! Yoongi wants to scream, but he manages a nod and "Yeah, I'm just tired."

You let out a short laugh. "You're always tired, Yoongi. Maybe you shouldn't stay up late working on your songs until 3am every day."

I can't help it, Yoongi thinks, I'm inspired the most when it's the early hours of the morning because my thoughts slow and I can only think of you.

Yoongi backs up and starts driving in the direction of your apartment, which is a mere two buildings away from his. Yoongi is selfish, and glad that none of your other friends live as close to you as him because it means that he is the first friend you call to hang out, or if you need help with something

The ride is mostly quiet, with the radio on in the background, some calming r&b tune playing because Yoongi always listens to music whenever he can.

But just because it's quiet doesn't mean it's awkward. You understand and often feel the same as Yoongi after a hangout. Your social battery is a little drained, and that doesn't mean that you didn't have fun, but that it can be hard to keep up high energy for such a long time, especially around your friends like Nayeon (who is a bundle of sparks and energy every time, all the time).

Yoongi forces himself to focus on the road, because having an accident is not how he wants the night to go, and pulls into a parking spot outside your apartment building and turns the car off.

"You know, you don't have to park outside my building. You can just park outside yours and I can walk to mine," you say, lips quirking up in an almost fond smile, because you know the answer that Yoongi always replies with.

"I know, but I don't want you walking alone in the dark at night, and our buildings are literally so close to each other," Yoongi says, playing along and repeating his part of the joke.

And, like every time, you get out of the car and thank Yoongi for taking you home and Yoongi gets out too, insisting he needs to walk you up so nothing happens to you.

"I'm a big girl, Yoongi, I don't need a chaperone," you tease, but let him nonetheless, and climb up the stairs to the third floor where your apartment sits.

Yoongi knows you don't need someone, and that your apartment building is safe and there are no weirdos in it but he can't help but worry. If anything would happen to you, he would never forgive himself.

You reach your door, number 387, and fish your keys out of your purse, pushing aside the many charms dangling from it. Yoongi notices the black Chococat charm and smiles.

"Ohmygod, it's so cute! I love it, thank you so much Yoongi," you gush, pulling the bag charm out of the pink striped bag.

"You mentioned wanting more bag charms for your purse," Yoongi says, bashful at your praise, "And I saw this and thought of you. I know you like Sanrio, but already have a Hello Kitty charm, so I thought she could use a friend."

"She totally could! I'm gonna add Chococat right next to Hello Kitty." You turn and reach around for your bag immediately, and Yoongi couldn't feel happier.

"So, I guess this is good night?" You say, bringing Yoongi back into the present. You've opened your door slightly and are turned towards Yoongi as he clears his throat hastily. It's now or never.

"Uh, I actually had something I wanted to tell you," Yoongi says, looking at your shiny gold door number instead of at your face.

"Oh! Sure, come on in then," You say, opening the door more and stepping inside. Yoongi follows, shutting the door behind him, and is reminded of the many times he's spend the night at your cozy little apartment, when the binge watching of movies causes you two to fall asleep on your couch and wake up the next morning with crinks in your neck.

You hang your purse on the hook by the door and dump your keys into the pink ceramic bowl, taking your shoes off. Yoongi takes his Converse off too but purely out of habit and places them by your sneakers.

Yoongi loves your apartment, and how homey it feels. His is littered with dirty dishes and mugs, clunky music equipment taking up space and notebooks and pens scattered everywhere. Your apartment is the right mix of neat and messy, with no dirty dishes but rumpled blankets on your couch and books everywhere. You hate the big ceiling light, and only ever use it when your parents are over, so every room of your apartment has lamps and floor lights galore. Yoongi's favorite is the pretty lotus flower lamp in the corner of your living room, and you boasted to him when he pointed it out that you found it at a Goodwill for only $16.

"So, is everything okay?" You ask, walking over to the table beside your couch and turning on the lamp, casting the room in a warm honey shade.

Fuck. How is Yoongi supposed to tell you that he loves you? That he has since you two started hanging out outside of your English Literature class the autumn of your sophomore year?

"Yoongi?" You ask, coming over with your brows furrowed because Yoongi is frozen. How? How? How?

"You know the song I wrote, First Love?" Yoongi blurts. Alright, I guess this way.

You nod, looking confused. "Yes..?"

"I wrote it for you." Yoongi stops, no more words able to come out and not daring to breathe as you realize what he means.

"What?" You almost whisper, looking confused, even as you realize that there can be no other meaning than what Yoongi intends. He wrote first love when he realized that he was in love with you, and in the lyrics he poured out how he hopes this "first love" can be his "forever love."

"Yeah." Yoongi barely dares to speak, and continues watching your reaction, waiting for the first sign of a rejection.

"You're serious?" You ask, looking Yoongi in the eyes and making him swallow yet unable to look away.

"Of course I am. I love you, Y/n," Yoongi confesses, your gaze making him have the strength to spit it out. "I have for two years." And then Yoongi panics. "And if you don't love me back, I understand, but I hope we can still be friends and I promise not to make things awkard and if you don't want to ever see me again I understand that-" Even if it breaks my heart.

"Yoongi. Look at me," you say, and Yoongi blinks, pausing mid phrase to see that you've taken a step closer and he can smell your sweet vanilla perfume, and see every angelic detail of your face, from your little dusting of freckles on your cheeks to your individual eyelashes.

"I love you too," you whisper, before closing the distance between you two.

The kiss is sweet and romantic and better than Yoongi had ever hoped for. Your lips are soft on his, and Yoongi swears his heart just about bursts when you pull away gently and ask if that was okay.

"It was better than okay," Yoongi says, as you carefully take his hands in yours, still not quite believing that this is real. "God, I love you so much," he blurts, making you laugh as you press another kiss to his cheek.

"Me too," you say, and Yoongi cannot wait until he can tell you all the reasons why he loves you, and how you could never be unlovable, not as long as he's around because he will love you forever, through hardships and fights, through ugly and sad moments, because nothing could ever make him fall out of love for you.

But for now, he settles for holding you close in the warmly lit living room of your apartment, legs and hands tangled together under a blanket and finding peace in merely existing in each other's presences.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ GIRL SO IN LOVE. . .

1. DROP DEAD — kim seokjin.

summary: It all started as a silly joke between friends. One harmless unimportant conversation, one name thrown into the mix, and one boring late-night search that should’ve ended after a single Instagram post and not in thousand of hours stalking a famous idol. Looking back, maybe your feminine intuition already knew that the story wouldn’t stop there… because once Kim Seokjin crossed your mind, it seemed impossible for the universe to keep him out of your life.

warning! ─ none.

2. STUPID SONG — min yoongi.

summary: As a songwriter you’ve always trusted your words more than your feelings. Unfortunately, falling for Min Yoongi makes both impossible to ignore. Wanting someone so much that you’re lost for words was slowly driving you mad. And somewhere between studio sessions, late-night conversations, and one too many stupid songs that sound suspiciously alike, you begin to wonder if love is supposed to feel this wonderfully unbearable.

warming! ─ none.

3. HONEYBEE — kim taehyung.

summary: Moving into a new apartment wasn’t supposed to change much of your life. Except, you moved next to Kim Taehyung— a man who’s always had a habit of making himself at home wherever he goes. Funny enough, neither of you noticed you’d been building one together all along.

warning! ─ none.

4. MAGGOTS FOR BRAINS — kim namjoon.

summary: You always thought people who couldn’t function without their partners were being stupid and pathetic. That was until Namjoon leaves for tour, suddenly every song, every meal, and every quiet moment seems determined to remind you that you’ve officially lost your mind. Nobody warned you that missing someone could feel like a full-time job— or that love had a way of making even the smartest people act a little stupid.

warning! ─ none.

5. U + ME = <3 — jung hoseok.

summary: Dating Jung Hoseok feels a little like breaking every rule you’ve ever had about taking things slow. Between meeting his family, compatibility quizzes that insist you’re all wrong for each other, and a future that somehow keeps slipping into everyday conversations, you and Hobi are determined to prove everyone wrong— even if it means falling a little too hard and a little too fast.

warning! ─ +18 (to be added).

6. MY WAY — park jimin.

summary: You’ve never considered yourself the jealous type. Petty? Maybe. But there’s a difference between insecurity and watching someone repeatedly ignore the word ‘no.’ As Jimin’s ex grows increasingly creative in her attempts to stay in his life, you find yourself running dangerously low on patience. You were determined to handle things like a mature adult… at least right up until the night you realize there are far more satisfying ways to remind someone exactly who he goes home with.

warning! ─ +18 (to be added).

7. PURPLE — jeon jungkook.

summary: Loving Jungkook feels like watching two pretty colors blend into something even more beautiful. The trouble is, once they become one, it’s hard to remember what they looked like apart.

warning! ─ +18 (to be added).

. . . PRETTY SAD ｡･:*˚:✧｡

8. THE CURE — jeon jungkook.

summary: You had dated enough men to know exactly when the doubt would start. The comparisons, the jealousy, the quiet certainty that eventually you would never be enough. Dating Jungkook had cured every fear you ever had about love. For the first time, loving someone didn’t feel like drowning…. Which only made it more terrifying when you realized the thing ruining your relationship wasn’t him— It was you.

warning! ─ +18 (to be added).

9. BEGGED — kim namjoon.

summary: Namjoon has always loved you the best way he knows how. Between late-night promises, postponed plans, and a man who always means well, you’re willing to be patient. After all, it’s a virtue to not let good love slip away. But it’s funny how easily patience can disguise itself as hope… You just never imagined that one day you’d find yourself wondering whether love should have to be asked for in the first place.

warning! ─ +18 (to be added).

10. WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME — kim taehyung.

summary: Taehyung loves you exactly the way you’ve always dreamed of being loved. So why does every morning feel a little heavier than the last? When doctors insist there’s nothing wrong and even happiness starts to feel like an unbearable weight, you’re left wondering if the greatest love of your life might somehow be the very thing making you sick.

warning! ─ +18 (to be added).

11. LESS — min yoongi.

summary: You never imagined the person who loved you most would also be the one forced to let you go. But when every attempt to save your relationship only leaves you both hurting a little more, you’re left wondering if the cruelest kind of love is the one that knows when it’s time to end.

warning! ─ none.

12. EXPECTATIONS — park jimin/jung hoseok.

summary: After one heartbreak too many, you’ve decided to raise your standards. Lucky for you, Park Jimin and Jung Hoseok seem determined to exceed them. Whether they’re trying to impress you or simply outdo each other is still up for debate— and while neither of them looks particularly promising as husband material… you’re beginning to suspect they’d make an excellent team.

warning! ─ +18 (to be added).

13. CIGARETTE SMOKE — kim seokjin.

summary: It’s strange how every memory of Jin seems to come in pairs: one that reminds you why you stayed, and another that quietly explains why you couldn’t forever. The hardest part is deciding which one deserves to be remembered and which one will help you decide your future with him.

warning! ─ +18 (to be added).

UPDATE SCHEDULE:

── AUGUST

── SEPTEMBER

── OCTOBER

── first of all, i knowww yoongi is a piscis and taehyung gives paris but but you have to walk with me on this one okay? trust me that i know bts better than all of you cause we’re really close friends and i’ve been really stressing the fuck out which song to chose for everyone so you better stfu. i only accept good criticism. anyway im actually shaking for this fics!! i really hope you guys like it. and let me know what you think about the theme and the short summary so far<33

"i advise you to lock her up for the duration of the games".

"i am literally here", your hands fall down. you've been adjusting the azalea petals, but Hoseok just has a way to destroy any concentration you have for a task. Yoongi raises his hand to shush you.

"the yangban are coming, and she will embarrass you in front of them".

Jimin is having a field day. his arms on his chest, he's not wearing the mask because the only people in the throne room - are you, king, Hoseok and Jungkook.

"no, i promise", you start, and Jimin bites his lip and chokes his laughter. the boy is glowing when there's some shit going down, he is in love with nonsense.

"i won't do anything embarrassing", for once, you are ready to plead sincerely. you really want to see the games. you have not sweated and suffered for three days on a tall, old ladder, wobbling, swaying, perched on the fucking roof, under the blazing sun, with Jungkook "backing you up" most of the day, with his annoying comments; not to attend the games. you have decorated two levels of the roof, cut all your fingers with the needles, you now have dreams about the ladder and the morning glory. and this piece of ass wants to lock you up and ban from the action.

"i will be quiet", you promise, looking at him and Yoongi. Jungkook's eyebrows are raised. Yoongi is not convinced yet.

"i really wanna see this. i will only cheer, yeah? i can cheer, right? for Jungkooki- for Jungkook. but i promise, i will behave this time. hey, i was the one who decorated the whole pavilion".

Jimin sniffs shortly with a smile.

"avoid the risk", Hoseok suggests. "even now as she begs, her arms are bare".

you look at your arms. yeah, rolled up the sleeves so that they don't get in the way. you stare at the General in disbelief.

"hey, saboteur", you step to Hoseok, rolling your sleeves down slowly. he strands you at his side, his gaze returning to his beloved wang.

Yoongi is sitting on the first step of his platform, just like you did some time ago. you keep the flogging jokes away, tuck them deep and shut them out. his horsetail is over his shoulder, and he looks relaxed. he tilts head to the left, then to the right. you are quite used to his eyes roaming about you. it's non-suggestive in nature but obviously you take it personally. he is so good-looking your teeth hurt.

"Yoongi, look at me".

"i am".

"i won't embarrass you in front of your friends".

Hoseok sighs.

"i will just watch the games from the crowd, i won't even be in the vicinity".

"you will stand out anyway", Jungkook snorts. "i mean it in a good way".

maybe Yoongi is simply in a good mood.

"let her", Jimin chimes in. he doesn't really care about the reputation, he simply likes to stir shit.

"i will be by Seokjin's side..."

"no, you will be with your garden crew, as it is orderly", Yoongi says.

"fine. i'll be with the girls".

you know you will find Jin regardless. he will repeat anything you tell him. he will cheer for the golden maknae with you. knowing that Jungkook actually will participate, that he actually made his way across the country and visited, and has been training in order to participate, makes it absolutely out of question whether you will see it. it's not run bts; it's idols olypmics.

Yoongi shifts his misty, opaque cat eyes to Jimin who is snickering by the window. by the way. yes. the king looks orgasmic in between magnolias.

"maybe she should participate", he muses lazily, "in the poetry competition".

Jungkook gasps like a child, his hand on his mouth. Jimin loses it completely, dropping his head on his chest. Hoseok simply loses braincells. you are confused.

"what is that? i am not too good at poetry".

Yoongi shrugs at his childhood friend.

"finally something we know that you do not", Jungkook calls from behind, "feels good".

Jimin's fingers claw at his face. you feel like the butt of the joke but it's mellow. Hoseok isn't having it either. he looks down, stylishly defeated.

on the day of the games almost nobody works. the palace is buzzing. staff keeps sweeping already clean roads in between pavilions, scrubbing the floors of the corridors that already gleam with the morning sun. it smells like incense everywhere, inside and outside. the huge round bonfires on both sides of the main gate are lit, and it gets so hot in that spot, that people run through quickly. as they enter the palace, they see the decorated main yard and pass by the long side paths to the west of grounds, where the purple-green pavilion glistens in the sun, and it makes you proud of your work. after all the suffering you've gone through in the last three days, you think it was worth it. people look with their mouths open and shuffle noisily, taking their places in front of the building. there's talk, and colour; everybody is wearing their prettiest dresses, hair slicked back shines in the sun; there are powdered, blushing faces everywhere. the garden crew is keeping you in the middle of a tight circle and you all move like a bunch of organized turtles, like someone had warned them to keep you in check. Jiyoung is at your side: she smells like flowers and breathes deeply. she mutters into your ear sometimes; don't look up too eagerly; this is yangban Han. he will ascend to the balcony and will watch together with king. he has four wives. she nods in small motions to move your attention, trying to distract you, to keep you silent: see orange robes? they have arrived all the way from Jeonju. they are our king's distant relatives. orange means faded gold. you think there's not enough space on the balcony for everybody to watch the games with the king: you decorated it the last thing the day before yesterday. in a fit of hatred, you also put one dark anemone you found on the side of the road outside the market, to the inner side of the banister to let him know one day you will beat him up. anemones are... sincerely open and so round, simple, they strangely remind you of yourself. this is one is also purple, of course.

today the mood is much better. square is buzzing. the sun comes in and out, warms the place up, people keep moving, divided into fractions by colour and belonging. young people from the whole country gather to demonstrate their strength, and you assess them; it's mostly the elite, rich kids, princes and yangbans, and Jungkook is among them. the Hanseong contestants all wear purple (you are reminded like once a week that Seoul has a different official name for now, by the annoyed garden maids). they make up the most of the players, sometimes even competing between each other.

"is this a way to replenish the palace warrior stock?" you wonder.

"no. it's just games to celebrate the harvest. of course, some take it very seriously..." Jiyoung's eyes rest on Jungkook's back for a second as she chuckles. the Monkey Prince is in the middle of the square, surrounded by peers and competition, stretching. aside from preparing the muscles, it's also supposed to intimidate the others when he does a flip from the standing spot for no reason at all.

"protecting the wang image".

"you're right", she nods.

a little commotion, and the place gets into relative order. Jiyoung says hi and you turn to see Seokjin with his hair in the knot on the back of his head, shining brighter than everybody here. he gives you a lazy, graceful smile.

"is Taehyung competing?" you ask.

"yes. sword. the Prince will do running, sparring and battle".

"and General?"

"General doesn't compete", Jin reposnds, "but i will kill everybody at Gonggi".

"like you did last year?" his sister laughs.

"forget about it. past is past", Jin dismisses confidently, "Seokjin for the win".

"team Kim Seokjin never loses", you chime in, your eyes on the square, observing the young people preparing to tear each other apart. you spot Taehyung in his purple kimono-like robe, looking very focused, like he doesn't hear anything around himself.

"even if it consists of just one person", Jin agrees.

the first game is sword competition. it resembles a dance more. you make sure several times that you are not allowed to cheer loudly, a balcony full of incredibly important people above you. king is in a dark-red robe with bright golden stamp of a serpent. there are several people at his side, some of them grab the banisters as they watch, and break the vines you had placed there.

Taehyung moves like the air itself supports him, and he doesn't need to land. like gravity is some hoe he is too good for. just like Prince and the king, he uses his hair to enhance his movements, to make him look like a bird. the competitors do not touch each other; it's not a fight but a demonstration of skill. and there's no point comparing; there was a reason Taehyung was chosen to present the king's warriors. he is like a ghost. you are not surprised. others? yes. people ouch, ohh and gasp, but you know the boy and the way his body moves.

that came out worse that it was supposed to.

Taehyung wins, beautiful, bashful, the fastest and the most flexible. the judges in different-coloured robes choose him over everybody else, and the palace crowd erupts in cheer that you happily pick up. you are really trying to keep your word and not stand out, so you use this moment to let out your support for him, screaming his name.

next, the whole crowd shifts and leaves the pavilion to enter the large sand field behind the palace. you realize it's a kind of a running track when several boys, Jungkook among them, step to the sand. spectators hum with anticipation, heads turning, as they look at the boys. all tall, slender, lean; could do a calendar. in the growing worry of the crowd, you cup your hands to your mouth and yell once, sharply,

"bangtan!"

Jungkook's head snaps to the viewers and he lowers it immediately.

should it be mentioned that he wins. Jungkook keeps winning the whole day, in all three competitions that he participates in, because he has a pride to protect, because he has been trained by Yoongi and Hoseok. because he is golden. you look up to the balcony on the other side of the pavilion and see his hyungs standing shoulder by shoulder, their faces smirking in the most shit-eating way.

young men compete in speed, might and wit, climbing uprooted trunks, jumping, sparring with no tops on (kind of extra), doing something that looks like wrestling. you notice that the purple warriors are all taller, buffer, more capable. it would make sense that the king's crew consists of the best fighters from the whole country, especially with a reaper like Hoseok to train them. they win the majority of the games and you can see the yangban guests being pissed, disappointed, shaking their heads. it brings you a special kind of cognitive satisfaction to see people from other cities. how they walk, how they avoid looking at the king directly, what they say. Jungkook finishes the game of battle, a repetition of the exercise you've seen him do long time ago, by absolutely destroying twelve people, and bows to his uncle, panting, furious, with the healthy blush on his face that would earn him the world. you hear the voice coming from the balcony.

"for the next year i need to spike my boys with the sapaieo salmusa venom. Monkey seems to be unbeatable".

"sapphire viper?" you ask Jiyoung, "is that a thing?"

you disperse agitated, still a whole big body of the audience, to return to the inner yard to watch the rest of the games.

"no, it's a saying", she chuckles, "sapphire vipers do not exist".

Taehyung joins your company out of nowhere; in the mass of people he is almost unnoticeable, now that he has changed into an unassuming grey robe. he wants to be closer to Jiyoung and walks with you, chatting. the majority of the games is over, and purple people scatter into the palace, tired, sweaty, victorious. you throw the last look into the square.

"you're awfully quiet today", Taehyung notes, amused.

"i promised not to embarrass anyone", you sigh. Seokjin is already deep in his thoughts, planning his Gonggi win, his hand working by itself. he walks with you, leading you all to the commoners' games space.

"okay, but do not laugh at me if i lose", he braces himself before entering.

"you won't. you're bangtan, Jin", you squeeze his shoulder, laughing.

"what's that mean?"

"means you cannot be defeated".

"i am bangtan then", Taehyung grins wide. you look at him with a smile.

"yes, you are. you are my bangtan boys".

everybody finds this a little uncomfortable, a tiny bit. Taehyung's grin turns awkward for a second; Seokjin is more straightforward.

"let's not get carried away here".

and steps into the small, round arena among the Gonggi players. it was nice of Yoongi to allow a portion of the square in front of the small pavilion to be turned into a market-like station for the commoners' games. they aren't as garceful as the elites games, and consist mostly of the traditionals. on the plus side, you can cheer through them, supporting your friend or relative. and cheer, you do, for Jin. upon winning Gonggi, he decides to try himself in archery and loses by a small margine, because at the last moment, he gets distracted by the smell of food. the boys may not be ready to be called yours, but all demonstrate excellent talents, seemingly even better than in the future. someone else erupts in screaming at the far side of the square and you turn to see Jungkook, walking around with his arms outstretched, maids and servants swarming him, shrieking. you chuckle with your whole throat. he deserves this.

"go on", Jiyoung allows, "tell him you are proud of him".

you shake your head,

"no, i am lower than grass today".

Jiyoung uses this moment to slip away and congratulate the Monkey Prince, and as she makes her way through the crowd, Taehyung steps closer to you.

"you did a great job with the roof".

you thank him with a feeling. every little acknowledgement means a lot to you. your index fingers on both hands are covered in constellations of small cuts from the needles, and feel absolutely numb.

"i was meaning to help but..."

"i know, i am punished for being insolent and a pain in the ass. he won't break me like that. i am only going to get worse".

Taehyung's glance on you slides off quickly and he opens his mouth.

but doesn't say anything. you catch his eye with suspicion.

"what?"

he shakes his head. you push him in the forearm. Seokjin produces a cry from the nearest stall and you see him slapping a guy on the head.

"that's three? this costs one and a half at best".

"he is such a diva", you murmur, looking at him in admiration. Taehyung thinks Jin has distracted you well, but you return to him immediately.

"what is it? i can see you're not telling me something. is Jiyoung very jealous?" you guess, "i have barely seen you in the last weeks".

he shakes his hands in the air quickly, poor boy.

"no- no, no, no, it's not Jiyoung. it's..." his dark, neatly set eyes stare at you for a moment.

"you're not punished. the male staff are forbidden to so much as look at you".

at first, your head tips to the side with indignation. what is his problem? he thinks you won't be capable of doing things yours-

Taehyung's eyes brush over your face with an unspoken apology.

"oh. oh".

you cross your arms on your chest. a slow smile tears through the pout and it takes all the muscles of your face to fight it off. Taehyung's newly acquired habit of scanning space around when you're near him makes more sense.

"Taehyung".

"uh?" he isn't sure how to react.

"what's a poetry competition?"

his ears go a little red, and he chuckles, with surprise.

"it's a..." he adjusts his headband although there's no need for it, then it comes: a boyish grin. "concubine competition. the only game where those who win, they, you know. get into the", he stabs behind with his thumb.

"what's the game?" you wonder, "whoever writes the best poem about his beautiful eyes?"

"no", he laughs out, "it's just a euphemistic name. they need to use their tongues. there's this little box", he gestures in the air, trying to get you the full picture, while your face grows longer and longer, "with this intricate opening on top, more like a slit, and there's a pea inside that they need to get out to the exit of the box".

you move your jaw sideways.

"it's not for the main crowd. held inside the palace".

"i figure", you grunt. he nods, mildly amused.

"where did you hear about it?"

Seokjin returns and hands Taehyung a rough cup with soju.

"what about me?" you inquire. suddenly you're not in the mood to take any shit.

"eh, little sister. no soju for girls".

"what's that mean, you lizard?"

"why am i a lizard?" Jin erupts.

"girls shouldn't drink", Taehyung smiles kindly. you stand between them and fight off an impulse to punch the cup out of his hand.

"girls", you narrow your eyes, and they both get just a tiny bit intimidated, "shouldn't faint while decorating the whole fucking two storey roof all alone just because somebody's feeling booktok".

Seokjin takes it very seriously for some reason, although he most definitely doesn't get it.

"fair enough. i'll bring you one".

he downs his cup and, by the time Jiyoung is back, you have made a tiny advancement for the gender equality fight in Joseon. when Jin gets relatively drunk, he starts howling songs in that retro voice of his, and you tell him you think he should try music.

the games take the best part of the evening, too. Yoongi is tired, he winces when Seonghyung brushes against his shoulder again, breathing into his cheek, hinting a drinking sparring. his eyes move to Hoseok, and Hoseok reacts immediately.

"get him to his chambers, please, or i'll slice his jugular", he murmurs.

General smirks, and Seonghyung vanishes like a ghost. he tilts his neck, rubs his shoulder. too many smells from too many different people from today, he crunches his nose in satisfaction when he sees his eunich hurrying towards him. the boy falls on the floor in a bow, then picks himself up quickly.

"games are over, my king. shall i bring the women?"

Yoongi nods.

"that's actually, finally, a good idea".

he catches a glimpse of the round moon and a trail of plum blossom scent on the turn of the corridor. the central quarters are quieter, and the noise of the evening preparations doesn't get here. the only steps are his.

Yoongi enters his bedroom where a servant with the ears more sensitive than even Jimin's instantly starts undressing him. her slender quick hands make it seem like the robe falls off of him by itself, while, turning, he doesn't even catch a sight of her. relieved from the heavy attire, he releases his hair as well and shakes his head.

"bath?" she asks. after years of training she has finally learnt to speak shortly and to the point, without long pleasantries.

"later. stay behind the door, you'll lead the girls away, i will only need one tonight".

she nods, the top of her head barely reaching his collarbone.

Yoongi examines all of them with intense scrutiny. the hair, the shape of the heads, the faces, the moles painted on skin under the eyes with a thin brush. the dresses revealing their shoulders and the lines of their stomachs. the eyes. he is looking for a certain stare, for a certain hair colour. for the rolled up sleeves, a bite in between the teeth. no, scratch the last one. tonight, biting is a no. he gets up, sliding a lilac ribbon in between his fingers, that slips easily, calming his mind.

"you", he takes one by the arm. "turn around".

the girl lowers her eyes, her face doesn't change from the unreadable submissive expression. she does as she's told.

"the rest of you can go".

four others leave the room silently, the door slides open and close, and there's misty silence, broken only by the peacocks yapping something from a garden away. what Yoongi hadn't anticipated from them, would be how late those damn birds go to sleep. he releases the hair of the girl from the pin, letting it fall over his hand, and taps the pin on her shoulder. doesn't like when things are in disorder, just lying around. she takes it quietly and tucks into her dress. Yoongi takes the ribbon and braids her hair, weaving it in between the locks. the colour is close enough, everything else is a miss.

he drops one last look at the top of her head and guides it down, then closes his eyes.

And of course… waiting for Seokjin.

Your best friend. Your partner in crime. And, if Yoongi was right, the most hopelessly in-love man on earth.

“You take longer than a pregnant lady in labor, Jin…” you muttered, typing out a complaint text.

Before you could hit send, someone flopped down beside you, making the cushion sink. That familiar clean-soap-and-aftershave scent filled your senses.

“Miss me?” he grinned.

You rolled your eyes, though your heart gave the tiniest skip.

“Took you so long I almost left.”

Seokjin clutched his chest dramatically.

“I had to cross the kitchen, dodge three couples making out in the hallway, and Jungkook asking me for pick-up lines. Show me some respect.”

You laughed, leaning in.

“Did you give him a good one?”

“Of course. Told him to offer nuggets. Everyone loves nuggets.”

This time you laughed out loud. And Seokjin kept smiling, but with that stupidly soft look in his eyes — the one only you seemed to notice. A look Yoongi, who was approaching with two beers, would never let slide.

“Five more minutes and he’ll propose,” Yoongi teased, handing you a bottle.

“Yoongi, shut up,” Jin muttered, taking the other.

“Am I lying though?” Yoongi shrugged. “You should man up and tell her already.”

Seokjin flushed. You, who usually brushed these comments off because you were too scared of what they meant, just smiled.

“Yoongi, is your ex here?” you changed the subject.

“Yup.” He nodded. “Talking to Lisa and being annoyingly likeable as usual. Bastard.”

You snorted. You loved how Yoongi’s relationship with his ex was weirdly civilized and hilarious.

“My ex’s here too,” you admitted. “Seen him?”

Seokjin tensed.

“He’s here? Where?”

“Calm down, possessive boy…” Yoongi chuckled, pointing toward the bar. “Over there, laughing with Jimin and Joon.”

Seokjin relaxed a little.

“Still hot?” you teased.

“Hot my ass,” Jin scoffed. “Have you seen this face?” He gestured at himself, striking a pose.

You burst out laughing, chucking a pillow at him.

The night went on, conversation easy, Yoongi sprawled on an armchair beside you both, Jin gradually inching closer to you. Between sips of beer and roasting people’s outfits, you two fell into that usual teasing routine that always left one of you blushing — mostly Jin.

And then came your reckless idea.

“We should pretend we’re together,” you blurted, half-joking.

Seokjin choked.

“What?”

“Just… to see how people react,” you shrugged. “Bet twenty bucks Hobi will freak out.”

Seokjin stared at you for a second. And for a brief moment, the air felt heavier. But then he smirked.

“Deal. But if we start, we’re going all the way.”

“All the way?”

“Kissing included.”

Your eyes widened.

Yoongi, eavesdropping, cackled.

“OH MY GOD, FINALLY.”

“Shut up, Yoongi,” you and Jin hissed in unison.

The bet was on.

The plan in motion.

Seokjin slung an arm over your shoulder, and you both made your rounds, greeting people. Yoongi had already whispered to half the party that you two were a couple. And when Hobi heard, he did exactly what you predicted.

“YOU’RE DATING?!” Hobi screeched, spilling half his drink.

You and Jin exchanged glances.

And then he did it.

Grabbed your face and kissed you.

And damn, what a kiss.

It was supposed to be a joke.

Part of the act.

But the world vanished.

The music faded.

The party blurred into background noise.

His lips were warm, his hand firm on your waist, and when he pulled back just a little, he stayed close enough for you to catch that addictive aftershave again.

“Convincing enough?” he whispered.

You could only nod.

Yoongi, from a distance, raised his beer in approval.

After that, everything shifted.

You danced. Laughed. Exchanged more “fake” kisses that felt too good to stop. Jin looked at you differently. Like he’d been dying to confess what everyone already knew.

Your ex even came over.

“Happy for you guys,” he said, genuinely.

“Thanks, man,” Jin replied, equally sincere.

Jin’s ex stopped by too — a sweet girl who hugged you and whispered:

“I always knew you were the one for him.”

You nearly melted.

When the night finally died down, and the party emptied out, only the three of you remained on the couch: you, Jin, and Yoongi.

“Well… I’m heading out,” Yoongi yawned, stretching. “Two lovesick idiots left to figure shit out. Call me for the wedding.”

And he was gone.

Silence.

Seokjin looked at you, biting his lower lip — the way he always did when nervous.

“I guess you kinda know, huh?”

You smiled.

“I do.”

He took a shaky breath.

“So…?”

You scooted closer, took his hand.

“So kiss me again. No excuse this time.”

Seokjin grinned that signature grin of his. And kissed you.

Slow. Warm. Sure.

Like he’d been waiting too damn long.

Maybe he had.

When the sun rose and the party officially ended, you were still there — holding hands, laughing like fools too damn happy to care.

Yoongi sent a text:

“About damn time, idiots.”

And you couldn’t stop smiling.

A happy ending?

Hell yes.

---

it's a long day. you stride along the walls of the throne room, reading the last letters of the previous executed florist. Hoseok definitely wanted yo scare you into being quiet by saying that, but you, biased in your attachment, are trying to see who they were, how they saw the king, and what they brought with these flowers. wilted and dry, they vary from completely obnoxious (gerberas) to simply inappropriate near the throne (poppies). according to what you remember about flower meanings, this person was either in love with Yoongi or wished him death. something like that.

you gather the dead flowers into the basket you bring over (that requires leaving the hall and then finding your way back again; thankfully, Taehyung is around) and then take them outside. a part of you wants to stroll into the Eastern Garden to see if peacocks have been released yet. it takes several walks of you alone, without the usual support of the girls, to get all of the old flowers into the farthest back yard where the compost storage is; every stride, no less than ten minutes. the sun is blazing, but you focus on the new activity and the ribbons flying in the air after you. you sing, like you always do, working. you know it cannot go unnoticed forever.

"i know it's my language, but it sounds so different at the same time", Jungkook can't look more fantasy-like in his everyday purple and white dress, sitting on top of the small storage building. there's no way he just casually wandered in here, as well; it's the rough, unpretty back area where the palace workers dump garbage and keep tools. you try imagining him walk here, then crawl the small wooden building, assume the position, one knee up. funny little adorable monkey, he is. the sun makes his round eyes glisten as he smiles.

"even if i'm not by your side, you know we're still together? what's this song about?"

the seagulls circle around this part of the royal grounds low in the sky, and he looks, simply, dreamy, accompanied by their shrill cries. you smile, closing one eye against the sun.

"it's called telepathy".

"what's telepathy?"

you change hands and hook the empty basket on your elbow, then continue your walk. it's been dangerously much time, and you've only finished clearing out the throne room. Jungkook has nothing else to do but leave his perching place, jump down on the ground and follow you.

"i guess no word with the root tele- will be of use to you for now", you muse instead of an answer. Jungkook is ridiculously tall against you. his clean, empty right hand catches your eye.

"so, barbarians also write songs about love?" he teases.

you sniff.

"joke's on you. also, a tip for your Highness".

"go on", he walks easy, with a string in his step, obviously, because he doesn't work fourteen hours a day.

"when you're tryna chat a girl up, abstain from calling her a barbarian".

"i am still not over you scolding me for peacocks, and you only keep bringing the fight".

"you're quite the poet, Monkey Prince".

he gives out a breathy, charming chuckle, and you can't help but smile warmly.

you see shadows of people fly by the corridors as you walk back into the central part of the palace. by now, seven or ten walks in, you have finally memorized the way to the throne room. but now, your way is into the gardens, because you need to make a new selection of flowers for Yoongi. the flowers that will be appropriate for his presence. you think late magnolias, cockscomb, azaleas and plum blossoms. not too many varieties, but they win over in shape agreeability. all of them are lush and round, and will look like garlands, especially if you put magnolias closer to the throne platform. they have creamy, lemony scent that will reach him. magnolias should also go to his study room, but maybe a hint of citrus will finish up the composition. you can't believe how tightly your mind clutches on the concept, and how clear it is for you.

"you seem to have a good grasp of it", Jungkook follows you out into the garden, carrying the basket already, trying to make himself useful. you slow down and lead him into the Western Garden that has most flowers. your eyes concentrate on the ground, mapping the candidates.

"what's the big steppa's favourite flower?"

he snickers.

"i don't think he has one. uncle prefers blades and women".

you produce the silver knife from your pocket and bow down to sever a flower from the ground, and he quietly booms:

"oh, isn't that his?"

"yeah. tried to disfigure me with it twice. chickened out the last second both times". you get back to your feet with a little yellow cosmos in your hand.

"i have another task for you, little one".

"me? little? you're getting quite preposterous".

your hand sneaks to his head and you poke the flower behind his ear, into his dark hair. Jungkook is spoiled enough not to get unaffected.

"please talk to him about the light in the throne room. all flowers will die in that cave with no sun, especially now, in autumn".

"what's that called?"

"asteraceae. daisy family".

you tap him on the shoulder.

"dismissed".

Jungkook is about to do something you would have to punch him for - you wonder what colour of the dungeon squaring one on the royal nephew's nose would earn you - but thankfully he and you are both saved. (wow that was a long sentence).

"Monkey!"

Hoseok's voice makes even this adorable little word sound hard.

he turns around, his eyes are still glassy. you step away and pick up the basket.

"aren't you supposed to be training?"

"i was taking a break, uncle", you know he smiles in the widest way, although his head is turned from you.

"an hour long? slacking off".

"my mind was racing, so i decided to quieten it by immersing myself in beauty".

"you remember what uncle told you?"

he sniffs in a very Jungkook way, rolls the limp belt on his robe around in his fingers, and walks slowly away, without looking at you again.

"yes, i am starting to put it together".

Hoseok all but yanks him into the corridor, and they disappear. you want to take out a pen and a paper out of habit, to make the list of flowers, and make a rough drawing of the order of composition. how are you supposed to do it without? memorizing? your eyes travel across the garden, then you at least come up with a way to mark the specific flowers to cut later, so that the other gardeners do not touch them. the laces on the inner side of your hanbok, designed to fasten up the underdress, are never used because you wrap yourself up with the big belt. you undo the dress for a minute, thinking about how Jimin is going to report this, if he can't see, since he's the little minx keeping an ear on you. then cut the both laces off and wrap back. you cut the laces into short ribbons and tie them around the heads of flowers you choose as you go. that takes another twenty minutes. so far, this has been the most chill day, it even feels a little like you've been cheating and not working. a pang of guilt stabs your ribs, light, but nevertheless. the others are probably in the tangerine garden, asses up and heads down, while you're here entertaining your creative talents. guess you're white collar now, even if for all the wrong reasons.

you need a pair of good scissors and a bigger basket, you think, some ice-cold towels, buckets of water, but firstly, you need to run back into the throne room to do something about the windows. badass shade is great and all but the composition of flowers will not even be visible if they keep the shutters drawn.

afternoon is here, the sun changes the position, and now the angle is perfect to see what the room really looks like, so you hurry there, your hands itching. once inside again, you open the shutters one by one, letting in the light, and, like a dog that's been kept away from the sacred part of the house too long, it races inside, and the colours ambush you. the red columns, green tapestry, the golden wood of the platform, and the painted walls; it washes away all concerns from your head as you realize how freaking genius you are. this room will be so cunty when you're done with it.

rushing, running into the gardens, you assault Jiyoung, asking for good scissors, and she produces a fine pair; you notice how she keeps giving you things. her ribbons, her paint, her advice, her scissors.

"oh", she blushes, gushing, in the whole face, for a moment. and shows you something else. it's a tiny pouch of good fabric, something like velvet, soothing in your fingers.

"you've seen Taehyung today?"

you raise your eyebrows.

"yes, i did".

"if you see him again, give it to him".

"what's inside?" you grin. she coughs, looks away.

"Jiyoung?"

"my hair", she whispers. you clutch your chest and put the pouch away safely.

"oh Jesus".

some heads turn up, their glare is half-scared, half-judgemental.

"i mean Buddha? um. anyway. i ship you so hard".

Jiyoung looks even more terrified.

"where?"

"i hope straight to the afterglow", you ruffle her hair and get up to run back. too much work, not enough day left. "i will give it to Taehyung and say nothing".

Jiyoung isn't sure whether to be concerned or grateful, and returns to work.

of course you'd fill the room with lotuses as well, if only you knew how to sustain them outside the lakes. you make a mental note to incorporate them somehow, most probably in the Night Garden.

your wrist starts aching, the still visible, crusty scar on the back of the hand even cracks a little, with the amount of cutting you do. the sun is getting pretty low, but you're still in the garden, stomach turning with hunger, forgotten by you as you're taken by the little project. basket is filling with flowers, then you bring it inside, then return in some time. the whole process takes so much time, but you're deeply satisfied. you're thinking about calling someone to light the lamps in the room so that you can work later. as you assemble the first corner of cockscombs further from the window, you take a break to search for Taehyung.

the sound of clashing bamboo sticks is coming from the inner yard where the first exercise was, and you decide to check it out, thinking that there's always a good chance to find tae where kook is. you walk down the corridor, hand doing the fist open and close, towards the sound, and turn around the corner, and prove yourself right. of course.

Taehyung is on watch, on the brink of the yard, his eyes fixated on the center of it. you try to step very quietly, making yourself small, and your hand slides into the pocket for the pouch. there are other guards watching Jungkook exercise, so you don't feel like getting scolded for walking somewhere exclusive again. staying behind the columns supporting the roof, you move sideways, then poke Taehyung in the shoulder with your finger. the clash is so pleasant to listen to, it's almost like music. Jungkook laughs, then Yoongi's voice cuts it, saying,

"you better not expose your teeth like that".

Monkey Prince ouches, then snickers again.

your hand freezes above Taehyung's shoulder as your eyes fall on the two sparring in the yard.

with no shirts.

you feel like you're seeing something you were absolutely not supposed to see; understandable is also the amount of guards around, keeping them hidden. must be hot, huh, swinging sticks around at each other. historically accurate king Yoongi is so big it's not even funny; his shoulders are defamed by the dark fabric of his usual dragon robe. there's scars on his back, and his tail thrashes around in flashes, the movements so quick that he looks like he's flying.

your eyes go dry, and Taehyung is trying really hard to shake you awake, without turning around. you keep behind the column, then look at him, unsure whether you're traumatised or bothered. come on now, you're a twenty-first century girl. his hand clutches the pouch you're still holding, and he keeps motioning for you to disappear, his jaw clenched, eyes worried.

"y/n", he whispers through clenched teeth, "crawl back". trying not to move his lips.

"i am just a hole".

his face is an expression of horror.

"meet me in the throne room later".

you walk away, dumbfounded, disturbed, forever restless. you even forgot to look at Jungkook at all.

hour later, he finds you at work, and you jump at him with your ideas:

"listen. we need to find, like a saw, and cut off two huge magnolia branches. preferably, the same size. preferably, from two different trees. now, we have blooming magnolias in the Garden of the South, and as far as i know it's empty today".

Taehyung is looking at you like he is scared for your life.

"you understand what you saw today was completely not for your eyes?"

"i didn't know what i was walking into".

Taehyung is such a gentle soul; he even takes his time to formulate the next words politely.

"maybe you should practice... walking around... less".

"maybe. good thinking. good call. i can't burn the picture out of my eyeballs now. need tumblr like right now, because i am shook, but then again i am an adult". you huff, not very grateful to him for bringing this up again.

"anyway".

"the saws are in the back in the tool storage".

"right!"

you have become a little dumber today.

"we need to do it... now?" he asks, like he really wants to hear a no. then you both hear steps outside, and he does a curious thing: Taehyung hides.

people pass by without peeking inside, and he steps from behind the column. the hair on his face, glowing in the dark, almost throws a shadow on it, and you are reminded that you need some light.

"what was that?"

you give him a long look. Taehyung plays fool.

"nothing".

you realize there's no point, he is stubborn like the stallions in his stables.

"yes to going now. i don't feel like going to sleep yet".

he licks his lips apologetically, looks down.

"what?"

"i kind of... have something".

he gives you a minute to think. then says,

"Jiyoung".

"aaaahh!"

Taehyung's glance runs over the corner you've prepared. the beautiful, plump, cherry-red cockscombs are tucked together in the round shape in the vases hidden beneath the wooden panels.

"oh, it's really pretty".

"just like you. go on then, i'll do it myself".

"no, let's wait for tomorrow, i'll help you".

you shake your head. when something takes you...

"don't worry, Taehyungie. go see her. if it's too hard, i won't strain myself".

you will. you've seen two gigantic vases, very old by the looks of it, in the tapestry hall, and they are just gigantic enough to nest blooming branches.

guess you're on your own then.

it takes a while to figure out the way to light the lamps. as the sun sets, the watch changes, and two guards barge in, and you waste another fifteen minutes wrestling them to leave you alone. eventually you threaten to stab them with scissors if the flowers wilt, and they retreat. the whole fight makes you angry: they keep looking away, disgusted, like they can't make it any more obvious you are an extra here.

once the coast is clear, you engage in the dangerous, risky venture to bring (roll) the vases to the throne room. they were supposed to be in the tapestry hall? well, shit, things have changed. the palace has a new florist. your back starts aching again and the ribbons keep getting in your face, but eventually you place the vases on both sides of the platform, the room lit with golden tiger light, and you don't even crack them.

finally, it's saw time.

you get that realistically, it's a job for two, three people, but all familiar faces have dispersed, scattered to their rooms, even the grumpy General, so it's only you, the moon and the moaning magnolia trees. if handled properly, the big branches will continue to bloom and even give new roots after a very long time. inside, magnolias won't know that winter is coming, and keep their flowers. you know to add a special alcohol and honey tincture to the water to keep them alive for a great while. soft coma. you do it all alone, wondering why the fuck you're enjoying it so much. guess it's a way to realize your potential.

you nod at a night worker who keeps their hands together in the sleeves, and is startled by the sight of you, in the blue darkness of the inner yard, carrying a branch with delicate pink flowers over your shoulder. it's bigger than you. it needs to be. the throne is set at an elevation. the worker, upon seeing you, turns around and scurries away, evoking an eye roll from you.

carefully, you carry the branch through the doors of the throne room, nodding again when the door is opened for you.

"thanks", you say mindlessly, consumed by the fact that it weighs way more than it's supposed to. scarred hand and the bearing shoulder hurt, but you march on towards the vase, heave the branch above your head, focused like your life depends on it, and plunge it into the water finally. the door slides back shut with a soft hiss, and you realize at last that someone is there with you.

Jungkook bulged his eyes like a freaking baby. He just woke up and fighting with him like that was insurmountable, he always won. Cow-licked hair and the tongue that's violently bothering his lip piercing.

"We had a deal. We had a deal, we don't speak about it anymore", he said.

"Right, but you do ask where I'm going when I'm with Yoongi".

"Because you're my fucking wife", he said, louder, "my wife".

"Junie, I am not trying to fight, I don't want to fight", you sat down on the bed, and he removed his hand from it, not to keep it near you. The muscles in his shoulders moved but arms were still, like he was trying to fight the reflex to throw them in the air.

He's been sleeping for fourteen hours and still refused to get out of bed. Now he was finally waking up.

"Then stop demanding I report to you who's sucking my dick", he replied, frustrated. He was trying to get away from you, like you could hit him. It was already a bit hard to breathe in the dress you tied up yourself while he was asleep. Jungkook could do it better, but you didn't want to wake him up until it was absolutely necessary for him to start getting ready. You grabbed a pillow and crashed it onto his shoulder. He barely noticed, the expression non-changing.

"Why did you start dressing without me?" he asked, "I could tie you up".

"You were very tired yesterday", you grumbled and picked yourself up from the bed to go on and continue. He was almost literally grinding his teeth, grumpy look on him like a veil. He wanted to say something else but was hesitant. You couldn't fight the feeling of constantly wanting to touch him, especially when he just woke up. You hated seeing him on camera when he was sleeping because, in a selfish fit of thinking, you believed the Jungkook who was still defenseless belonged only to you. You wanted to walk around the bed and hold him but was afraid he'd push you away.

"I just don't get the hypocrisy", he threw, just at the moment you were about to leave the room. You turned with a swing.

The argument of "I love him" always seemed selfish to you. Loving two people is morally corrupt. You knew Jungkook had this pointed reproach for you ready at all times, because you couldn't fence it off, refused to. But you do it with hyung, so I can do whatever I want. He had the ultimate carte blanche of being the one betrayed, and you all knew that. It's that Jungkook actively chose not to scold you most of the time. But with this one per cent, on the days when he was feeling unhinged from the usual schedule, he would throw hints at you. His movements, the tilt of his head, the glaring of the eyes urged you: choose.

"Fine", you slapped the frame of the door, leaning onto it. Jungkook got out of bed and started looking for his sweatpants.

"I won't see him anymore, if you want me to". Your face was burning from the inside. Toxicity was so rare between you that it immediately injected adrenaline into your system,

"I will break up with him. Right? Look at me".

Jungkook raised his head and gave you a long look. His eyes slid down the blue satin dress. His back was bent down, restricted by the trap he was in. You thought he'd laugh sarcastically, but he didn't.

"Nah. There's no point".

Right. Because he has someone to babysit you when he's enjoying his life, and it's a deal too good to reject.

He finally put on his pants, having found them under a chair, and sighed. Maybe if you simply disappeared, vanished, they both would be happier. Jungkook walked across the room and combed his hair lazily. He touched your shoulder with his nose, breathing warm onto the skin, as his fingers slid up and down the inner side of your arm. This was his way of saying sorry.

The anger wasn't there, but some kind of unpeasant aftertaste lingered. In the car, you held hands like you had to; like you were both trying to convince yourselves. Your head swarmed with thoughts, dirty and sticky like mud. What if he looks around all the time, what if he stares at women like he's single? When the car stopped at the doors of the restaurant, he turned to you as if to check your makeup. His jaws were moving; you realized he was nervous. You hadn't thought of what it meant to him to see Namjoon marrying, apart of celebrating together with him. He was happy, that's for sure. He did go to Taehyung's wedding, that was before you. So you had no idea how he felt.

"Why are you worried?"

His tattoed palm was fidgeting with your fingers, rubbing over the wedding band, memorizing the shape of it.

"I think they will have kids right away, and I will be an uncle".

"You can't be an uncle", you said. He raised his eyebrows.

"Huh? Why?"

"Because you're his son".

Jungkook rolled his eyes, and you grinned.

"Will fight with those kids for his attention. Think about that first".

You thought of your own wedding as you entered the restaurant. Flowers everywhere and a lot of sun, a summer wedding is the best thing that can happen. They were all leaving every two hours to reapply spf, and it seemed so funny to you at the time. It felt like that happened at least ten years ago. In the main hall, you started spotting familiar faces, and Jungkook's hand brushed your elbow and then departed as he ran to greet someone. You walked over to the champagne pyramid and took a glass for yourself, downed it in one go, and took another.

Jungkook had his fingers in Taehyung's hair. He pulled and twisted, while V wiggled and moaned. Hyori separated from them to join Y/N at the champagne table.

"Where did he sit us?" Jungkook asked. Taehyung finally got out of his clutch and pushed his hands away.

"You're not fucking sixteen anymore", he grunted. Jungkook hit him in the shoulder.

"There, the first table on the left. We're all together, us, Jimin and Yoongi hyung".

Jungkook nodded, and they walked over. He took off his jacket, it was already getting a little hot. His eyes dropped to the table where the labels with names rested in between empty plates. He took his own and Y/N, placing himself in between you and Yoongi, and hung his jacket on the back of the chair that was prepared for you. Then they went to drink, as well.

Jungkook looked dashing when he let out his dark persona. In the black shirt, with one strand of hair on his forehead, and with the simmering indignation from the morning deep in his eyes, you couldn't stop looking at him all day. When it was time for dancing, and everybody left their tables, he was the ink spot impossible to avoid. He magnetized you and he danced so well, always, that you barely had to do anything. What else did you want? In life? Wasn't he enough? He swirled and twisted you, catching and releasing, not skipping a single beat, and looked good doing it. You could dance on high heels when he was near you, because he would catch you at any moment. Your hand slid along his sharp jaw, and he kissed it, and you understood that the cold war of today was finally over.

Three songs in, you retreated to Namjoon upon hearing the first sounds of Mizuiro no Ame, for Japanese hits of 70s were reserved for him. You two vintage heads ran to each other from across the room, screaming the lyrics, and the crowd started swinging much faster around you. You felt the sincere happiness in those moments, looking into his joyful face, because he was so clean, so unmarked by any of your worries and sins, so far away from the struggles; he had a completely different energy from your tedious, tiresome living, and it made you forget about everything. Perhaps you found those moments even more valuable because you knew the life wasn't all a bycicle ride on a summer day with your friend Namjoon. The song would be over and you'd have to return to your life of pink and blue. The moments of joy become so much more valuable when you know they will pass. Your eyes fell onto Yoongi, the ever-unmovable party hater, the only one left at your table, watching you all with a wide smile and his arms crossed like he didn't expect this wedding to be so fun. And the delight of just living in the moment that you were experiencing, spilled over onto him. You wanted to involve him into this dance and make him enjoy it, but he was sitting there, almost clapping with the beat, with his jacket laced with blue collar, and knew he was different. Namjoon, he was always beige and white, comfortable, reserved, wise, classy. Minseo joined you, and he took her by the waist, her wedding dress glimmering with the jewels in the fabric. You hoped no ill like yours will ever befall them; you knew it wouldn't; Namjoon's hand would turn it away, protect her. Jungkook was black, Yoongi was painfully white, and Namjoon was the balance in between them, the most human of all, the chosen one.

You limped over to the table and fell onto your chair, a jacket away from Yoongi. He was still chuckling and acknowledged your presence by removing his arms from his chest, opening up.

His hand reached for the bottle when he saw you took your glass.

"Are you getting drunk?"

"Not yet", you nodded, and he poured you more champagne.

"Feet, pain?"

You laughed into your glass and sent bubbles up. He laughed, as well.

"Feet big pain".

"What's up with Gookie?"

"Oh", you threw your head back. Namjoon's own song started playing, and you could hear his yell from the middle of the dancefloor. Somewhere behind the music sound board, Jungkook and Jimin were peeking out like two mice, giggling. Jungkook was already so drunk that he could hug the whole world.

"Jesus, he tells me in the morning, stop asking me about the whores I'm fucking, and I'm like, why? I didn't wanna fight, I am trying to figure out why he is doing it, what I can do to make him feel better, you know?"

Yoongi was listening with his usual attention.

"And then he brings up you again, like, you and Yoongi, blah blah, I can do whatever, and I tell him, well, let's talk about this, and he doesn't wanna talk at all, and he keeps being cryptic about it".

You took another big sip. Yoongi was quiet. You looked at him.

"Well?"

"What? You always come to me as if I have all the answers".

"You do".

"I just say things to keep you from doing stupid things. I don't always know".

But he did take a deep breath, like he was deciding something. You turned yourself to him and then glanced at Jungkook's seat, and decided to take it. Yoongi's eyes ran over your body as you got closer.

"Hmm?"

"Are you eating at all?"

You crossed your legs, releasing one knee from the dress, and he fell right into this trap, for the thousandth time. The light spots from your necklace were on his face. He looked so groomed, so polite today with the hair tucked behind his ears. You wanted to drag him into the restroom and fuck his brains out. Instead, you had to look at him torture his lips with his teeth.

"Well?" you repeated. He let out an exasperated breath.

"He is right, you don't know how to let go of things. I told you to let it be".

"I am only sleeping with one man, he is sleeping with millions of girls".

He chuckled. Exactly.

"It's not millions, it's, maybe, three or four".

"THREE OR FOUR?" you yelled. Your head snapped towards the dance floor where your husband, together with his friends, was inventing new choreo with each passing second.

"Maybe five", he laughed, "but not more than six".

You looked back at Yoongi who was snickering.

"You're fucking with me", you slapped him on the shoulder.

"I am".

You drank together in silence while you let your feet rest a little. You knew sooner or later June will remember your existence and pull you back. There he goes. Walking like he's at the shoot, hips swinging, like he will throw your over his shoulder, and all you will be able to do is gasp for air.

Jungkook leaned against the chair, grabbing the back of it, as his head dropped to your face.

"We'll go smoke. Okay?"

"Jungkook..."

"It's the wedding", he whined. His eyes darted to Yoongi. Yoongi sighed.

"Hyung, tell her".

"Stop uniting against me", you snapped, "go on".

He gave you a big kiss on the cheek and ran away, literally, like he used to run in the videos of his teenagehood. His crime was just underestimating the significance of sex. Yours was looking at Yoongi while you should've been looking at him.

Minseo pushed a bunch of flowers into your hands.

"This one's for you, blue foxglove", she said. There were too many flowers in decorations and presents, and they didn't want to leave any behind, so almost all guests got some. The flowers smelt amazing, fresh, white, like a koi pond. Ranunculi and peonies, heavy in your hands, engulfed you in this cloud of clarity. You had let your hair down and waited for Jungkook to say goodbye to everybody. Hyori kissed you in the cheek and you kissed her back, then Taehyung, Jimin and Hobi pressed their faces to your lips one after another. You looked up, the air was getting colder, and the first drops of rain were testing the ground here and there. Yoongi stood away, in the shadow behind the door, with a cigarette in his hand, and watched you. He never liked saying goodbye, hiding his sentimentality behind the rude facade. You saw his eyes from his safe hiding place. He was trying hard not to get kissed by anybody, but people still kept finding him, and you smirked at his peril.

Finally, June was at your side, he submerged his face into bouquet and inhaled.

"Do we have vodka at home?" you asked.

"You wanna vomit all night, or for flowers?"

"For flowers".

He nodded passionately. His hand was sliding off your back, then returning again. You were afraid he'd want to go clubbing after this, but people were looking quite tired, so he had to give in. The car rolled to your side, and he opened the door for you. As you jumped inside, his body instantly followed you, slumped against you, so that you barely had time to put the flowers away. One fragile, pale peony got crashed under his arm, but he barely registered anything but you. His hand grabbed your thigh and squeezed, and you let out a whimper: he always did that, and always yelped in apology, but kept forgetting how sensitive the female thighs are. Your tongue rolled over the rings in his lip as he kissed you, and you discovered with relief that he arouses you. You opened your mouth and pulled his hair, letting his tongue in, as his hand slid in between your legs.

Namjoon opened his palm and gave him an expecting look. Yoongi shrugged, he stole this cigarette from someone, too. His second maknae sighed and put his arm around his shoulder. His vest was undone, shirt pulled from his trousers; he looked like he was about to drop a philosophical bomb, so Yoongi braced himself.

"How was it?"

"Really classy and fun".

"Did you like it, hyung?"

"I did", he chuckled. Namjoon was rejoiced, his eyes penetrating his forehead, clenching his brain, seeing him through.

"Whose wedding was better, Jungkookie's or mine?"

He dropped the butt on the ground and stomped it carefully, then kicked it with the tip of his shoe into a drain,

"Yours. Bride was much, much happier".

You had invited them to have dinner with other friends to celebrate Thanksgiving in October, a weird tradition none of your friends in the country celebrated but that you had begged them to do it since it was a friendly cultural tradition for you. Of course, it was easy to convince them with dinner, thats why most of them came to the gathering.

The group had stayed longer that you had planned… as always.

“It’s getting late,” you mumbled, stretching your arms tiredly.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Jin yawned. “I’m getting hungry again. Should we order something?.”

They didn’t know how to take a hint.

“Maybe you should, uhm, como se dice… Calabaza, calabaza, cada uno pa’ su casa. Don’t you think?.”

“Girl, you’re Canadian not hispanic,” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“You’re half Korean, you don’t have a hispanic bone in your body.” Taehyung said.

“Read a book.”

“Thought she was American.”

“Oh my god,” they were so annoying. “Can you guys go home?. The dinner finished like three hours ago.”

“Home is so far,” Ho-seok shook his head. “Can I crash here today?.”

“Hell, no.”

“Mean.”

“Should we watch a movie?. This app is slowly killing my brain.” Namjoon said with disapproval.

“What if you guys watch a movie in your own home?.”

“Your TV is bigger.” Yoongi muttered.

“Dude, you’re a millionaire, buy a bigger one.”

“I don’t believe in bad investment.”

“I’m gonna slap you.”

“You sofa is comfortable.” Jungkook murmured, sleepy. “I don’t wanna move.”

You sofa was a “L” kinda of furniture. Him and Jin were laying in one side, Taehyung and Yoongi in the other part. Namjoon, Hobi, Jimin and you were sitting on the floor, your head touching Jungkook’s knee. All of you separated in different parts around the furniture even when it was bigger enough to have the seven of you sitting in there.

You sighed annoyed before giving up. Luckily you didn’t have to work tomorrow so you could stay awake longer than usual.

The eight of you decided to eat the leftovers of the evening and, while Jin went to the kitchen to warm the food, one video caught the attention of everyone in the room.

There was a guy in the TV talking how some girls had a list on their notes app about all the boys they had slept with and how they rank them on different aspects. He talked how he wanted to know his ranking and asked a friend— who he usually hookup with — to know his score. The story wasn’t that hard to understand since it was short and fun but what caught the attention of everyone in the room, mostly the boys, was knowing that some girls did that.

“That’s not true,” Jungkook chuckled, unconvinced. “Who would make a list like that?.”

Everyone turned their heads to look at you. A pause. And then Jimin started laughing.

You didn’t deny it.

“Oh, my god. You have one!?”

“Maybe,” you replied, a little quiet.

“Are you kidding me?” The younger seemed to woke up completely. He took a seat next to you immediately. “You have a list?, What’s the ranking?.”

“I won’t talk about this with you guys.”

You laughed at their curiosity.

Taehyung pouted. “Why no? I want to know too.”

“Because it’s weird.”

“Why would you have a list if you’re not going to talk about it?” Jimin insisted.

“I said I won’t talk about it with you all. I spill with my girls all the time,” you smiled innocently. “Have to share the knowledge.”

“You know how fucked up this would be the other way around?” Yoongi asked.

“Men just hate seeing women in male dominated fields.”

“You’re an idiot,” Jimin rolled his eyes. “Just tell me the ranking you have and why I’m the number one.”

“Oh, my god,” Namjoon threw him a pillow. “Don’t be an asshole and shut up.”

“Yes, thank you. Can you guys never say shit like that again?.”

“I’m curious!” Taehyung whined. “Why can’t we know?.”

“Why would you wanna know?.”

“Wouldn’t it be fair?” Jin appeared from the kitchen, a plate of food in his hand. “Wouldn’t you like to know if we had a ranking about you?.”

The guys pointed at him and his good argument. You knew he was right.

“Touché,” you giggled, still not telling anything. “Where is the food?.”

He rolled his eyes “Go grab it from the kitchen.”

Everyone stood up to do grab a plate of food from the kitchen and some Soju bottles you had in your fridge. Soon you were all sitting on the floor doing a little round while eating.

You knew they weren’t going to let the subject go so easily. You weren’t uncomfortable talking about your hookups with the boys but it was a little weird to you that now they knew you’ve had written about almost every guy in that living room in your notes app where you had ranked them and giving some opinions about how good or bad they were when you fucked them.

“So you’re going to tell us?” the younger smiled cutely, trying to convince you.

“Nope, so shut up.”

“Come on,” Taehyung whined again. “I need to know.”

“You guys don’t have bad rankings if that’s what you’re worried about. You don’t need to know, you were good.” You tried to let the subject go, not letting it be a big thing. “It’s just a comment on how it was. I have bad memory and I wanted a reminder. Not a big deal.”

“But it is. I need to know what you wrote about it,” he argued back.

“No, you don’t.”

“What about a deal?” Jimin questioned, you looked at him confused.

“No.”

“It’s not that,” he smiled machiavellian. “You’ve been trying to get into that art project with Jacquemus, right?.”

“First of all, it’s not an art project. It’s a deal that I’m trying to do to expand my brand.” You corrected him even though you were aware he knew. “And second… what about it?.”

“Yeah, that, whatever.” He tried not to smile when you looked annoyed. “What if I casually introduce you to Simon and you talk about your business deal with him?.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Well, I have an event with Tiffany & Co’s next week and he casually happens to be in it.” The dancer shrugged. You narrowed your eyes, suspiciou. “You can come with me as my stylist.”

Oh, he was tempting.

You had been in the fashion industry since you graduated college. Getting a job in a fashion magazine where you got to know more about the business and then successfully opening your own clothing brand where you got to sponsor a lot of celebrities around the world, Bangtan being one of them— actually them being one of the first ones to support your little business when you started. Their company had been the first to contact you to use your brand when Taehyung was capture wearing some of your cute sweaters back in 2018.

Of course, you were already friends before that, when you guys bonded at some event back in the year and had spent nights sleeping with each other. You had become really close friends so it wasn’t a big deal for you that he wanted to take some of your clothes when he found you working one day— of course you didn’t know the big deal it would be after that.

You had to thank him a lot when people reached for your brand after that photo of him went viral. And the thing was, people didn’t know that you were actually that close… and they didn’t need to. They would say you had slept your way to the top and it wasn’t true… you had slept around before it.

“You swear?.”

“Pinky swear, baby.” He showed you his finger for you to grabbed it.

“I better get the invitation tomorrow.”

“It will be the first thing you see in the morning.”

You sighed, already accepting the deal before you could think how bad of a decision it was. “Just the ranking of you guys.”

“Everything we want to know,” Jimin shook his head. “I’m getting you a meeting with the owner of the company you want to buy or whatever.”

“I don’t—” You stopped yourself. He was doing it on propuse, he was good at annoying you. “It’s not a meeting, you’re just introducing me to him.”

“Still enough. Once I introduce you, you’re gonna get the deal. You’re a good shit-talker.”

“I hate you,” he smirked at you. “Three questions each and we don’t talk about this ever again.”

“Our rankings, two questions each and we don’t talk about this ever again.”

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

You both intertwined fingers and everyone cheered like it was some of the biggest deals made in history. You rolled your eyes, almost comically before grabbing your phone.

“Okay, what do you guys wanna know?.”

“How many people do you have on your list?”

The first one to ask was Namjoon.

“Thirty-nine.”

“Damn.”

“Shut up, if you had a list you probably would have like three thousand people on there”

“Not true,” Yoongi denied, chilled laying on your sofa. “I can count them with my fingers.”

“And you will have to multiply them by ten.”

“She’s right, you’re kinda of a whore.” Taehyung nodded in agreement. “A silent whore though, I’ve barely know your hookups.”

“Anyway,” the rapper changed the subject. “Is it actually a ranking of who was the best?.”

“It’s not. I just have the names of the people I’ve slept with and, you know— I just ranked them for different topics and write some comments.” You laugh, getting a little flustered already. “It started because I wanted to sleep with all zodiac signs as a joke and then I just kept going.”

Jin whistled “That’s crazy… What topics?.”

“So only four of us are on the list?” Hobi questioned.

“Five actually,” you blushed for the first time in the night.

“Wait— Wait. What do you mean?” the dancer frowned confused. “I know about Tae, Jimin, Namjoon and Jungkook.”

“Surprise,” Yoongi smiled smugly.

“God,” you shook your head. A little embarrassed. “So, yeah, I mean— it happened like six months ago.”

“Well… everyone knew it was gonna happen eventually.” Namjoon shrugged.

“Weird. You guys never talked about it.” Jimin pointed out, a weird grimace on his face.

“Not that weird actually, they barely talked about their hookups.” Taehyung said. “But everyone knows they’re sluts.”

“Ouch?” you snorted. “We were a little drunk, it wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” Jin took your attention.

“Why do you wanna know so much?. You are not in the list anyway,” Jimin tried to made fun of him.

“I want to know how bad were you guys.”

“Please, I probably have a ten out of ten score.” the dancer said confidently. “Is a ten out of ten score, right?.”

“Yes and it’s not a big thing.” You tried to let that be clear again. “It’s just how good you each were. Notes about what was the best and some stupid comments.”

“Can I read it for you?” Hobi asked with excitement.

“No, and you just finish your questions so shut it.”

“Okay, I wanna know my ranking and comments.” Jungkook whined, hurrying you up.

“Yeah, for everyone.” Namjoon said.

Jimin nodded “Read it for us.”

“You actually want me to read you rankings out loud?” you questioned.

“Duh.”

“Wait, why am I getting nervous?” the golden boy frowned a little panicked. “I wasn’t bad, right?.”

Taehyung snorted. “I know I wasn’t bad. We had a lot of sex. You wouldn’t have sex with the same person if— Why did you give me that look?! Was I bad?!”

“Oh, my god.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, already annoyed by his band mates. “Just let her read it.”

“As you wish.”

“Why are you scrolling that much?” Hobi sat next to you. “Wow, Taehyung you were her number twenty-four.”

“Go away,” you pushed Hoseok, a little too hard. That didn’t do much since he went back to your side.

“I want to know too,” Jin sat behind you to look at your screen. “Oh, wow.”

“Read it!.”

“Okay, okay. It’s very explicit.”

“Even better.”

Eeryone complained at Jimin’s comment.

“Is everyone sure…?”

“Yes!.”

You giggled at their impatience before looking at your phone. You read the note before looking at them. All ayes were on you— You couldn’t read that out loud. Hell no, it was too much.

You fake gagged at the thought of doing it. It was easier when you were drunk and talking with your girls and not sober with seven boys trying to know who was best at fucking you.

“Shit, I can’t… it’s weird!” You shook your head, trying not to look so freaked out. “By the way, I need to clarify that there is no person in the list that has a ten out of ten, there is just one guy that has nine point five out of ten and is none of you.” Everyone booed you. “Yeah, suck it up. If you feel that you’re low, believe me you’re not.” Ho-seok smiled amused when you gave him your phone. “Okay, you read it.”

“Hurry up!.”

Taehyung, eight out of ten. Big dick, he fucks really good when he’s mad and is usually very intense in the act. Comments: he’s down to try almost any weird shit, finger play goes crazy.

Taehyung jumped out of his seat, smiling and bowing to the boys who pretended to throw up at the information.

“You heard it, baby girls. I’m big dick—”

“Shut up!”

“You can call me ‘big dick’ from now on, guys. That’s my new nickname. Forget about ‘V’”.

“Let me read the parenthesis,” Jin took everyones attention.

You tired to grab your phone but it was too late. “No, that’s not—

(He seems to always finish first and sometimes doesn’t care if you do).

Everyone started laughing. Taehyung got all red and you hid your face between your hands, embarrassed.

“That was one time because I had to catch a plane!. You told me it was okay—”

“I knew Tae wasn’t a giver,” Jimin clicked his tongue. “Should of give him a two out of ten.”

“By the way, everyone has a parenthesis,” Jin smiled. “And it seems it’s the bad things.”

“Wow, you rated one guy two out of ten” Hobi chuckled. “It says ‘Bad eater, small dick’. Damn, you’re mean.”

“Don’t read that!” You threw him a pillow.

“I wanna know mine!,” Namjoon whined.

“Let me go by order, Jungkook is number twenty-eight.” The rapper said out loud. The younger looked attentively at his friend. “Jungkook, seven point five out of ten.”

“Ha!” Tae laughed at him.

Great sex, one time he made me come thrice in less than one hour, he’s really hot when goes dominant guy. Comments: his stamina is crazy, can fuck for hours, good at being submissive.

“I want to know the parenthesis!.”

“Three times in less than an hour is crazy work,” Ho-seok muttered.

“Lacks self respect,” Jin giggled.

“What?. What it does even mean?” Jungkook frowned.

“Uhm, you know.” You cleared your throat, awkwardly. “I didn’t mean it as a bad thing— you’re cute. Is.. respect, the— I mean in the way that… you know?” You went silent.

“Stop stalling,” Jungkook was confused. “What did you mean by that?.”

“Babe, you have never say no to anything I’ve ever wanted to do.”

“And?.”

“Oh,” Yoongi chuckled. “I get it.”

“What it’s wrong with that?” Jungkook asked.

“Dude, she’s a fucking freaky.” Jimin pointed out. “There are things even Tae probably said no to.”

“That’s true,” Taehyung agreed. “And you’re not that freaky, Kook. Lack of self respect.”

“I mean— for me is great but people might take advantage of you.” You said sympathetically.

“Didn’t you do that?” Jimin questioned.

“And why wouldn’t I?.”

The guys laughed and Jungkook sat back thinking about the comment.

“Okay, me next!.”

“Right, you.” Hobi read the list. “Number thirty-four, Jimin. Eight out of ten too.”

Knows how to move and how to get you in the mood immediately, weirdly good at quickies. Comments: loves face riding as much as me, after care is amazing.

“You listen to it, whores!” Jimin sang excitedly. “I should have the ten out of ten. What can even be the bad comment?. Too much after care?.”

(Gets too much into it, forgets to keep you in the mood).

Everyone started to made fun of him.

“So basically, you don’t know how to entertain her. You bored her,” Yoongi sighed dramatically. “Oh, you’re that bad, uh.”

“It didn’t say that!.”

“Jimin is bad at sex…” Jungkook sang.

“Shut up, six out of ten.”

“I was seven point five!.”

“Next one is Joon,” Hobi interrupted. “Number thirty-five. Oh, wow, after Jimin.”

“Why would you say that?” You shook your head, embarrassed.

“I’m just reading, baby.” He chuckled.

Namjoon, seven point five out of ten. Knows how to talk you through it, good dick. Comments: he’s hot. (loves cowgirl but doesn’t know when to change it, got tired of it.)

“That’s it?” the leader whined, his expectations falling quickly. “Why that low then?.”

“I mean, it was great!” you tried to put him down slowly. “But we had sex once. It wasn’t that mind blowing… but it was great!.”

“What she’s trying to say is that you’re mid.” Jimin put oil to the fire.

“Shut up, you bore her to death.”

“My god. Can we just finish this already?” you whined.

“Let’s give it up for Yoongi” Taehyung clapped. “I’m going to give it a guess and said one out of ten.”

“That’s why his hookups never come back,” Jimin added to the joke.

“They only fucked once and Yoongi seems lazy. He has to be lower than me.” Namjoon muttered to himself.

“I can’t believe you put me the same score as Namjoon and you guys only fucked once,” Jungkook complained.

“Believe me, it’s a good score. It doesn’t say you’re bad,” you tried to defend your list.

“Yoongi is number thirty-nine,” Hoseok read. “Wait— oh, he was your last one.”

“Damn. Was he that bad you had to go celibate?” Jimin joked.

“I’ve been busy and, honestly, I’ve been fucking a lot this last couple of years.” You chuckled to yourself. “And since it was mostly mid or bad sex I wanted mind blowing sex before stopping for a while.”

“And you chose Yoongi?.”

“He just happened to be there,” you shrugged with honesty.

“Ouch?.”

“So now you’re looking to settle down?” Taehyung questioned, suddenly curious.

“I don’t know yet but I’ve sworn celibacy, I will wait until a worthy opponent comes along.”

The guys laughed at your words but you were dead serious. You had stopped having random hookups and taking care of your mind and body. You wanted your next time to be good and special. Not just another person to add to the list for a bad score.

“Yoongi is nine out of ten.”

“What?!.”

Yoongi chuckled, playing with the end of his shirt while the other guys were trying to process the information. You laugh silently at the reaction and Hobi decided to continue.

Knows how to make you come, he’s hella good with his fingers. Comments: tongue technology theory confirmed, squirted for the second time ever

“Wow, okay. We didn’t need to know that,” Hobi made a disgusted face.

“The only bad thing it says is that you could be better in after care,” Jin told him.

“Could be better in after care?” Jimin opened his mouth, offended. “That’s the only bad thing?. How— But he— Wow, I can’t believe it.”

“You only fucked once and you put him nine out of ten?. Oh, my god… so I was that bad!” Namjoon seemed like he was about to have a breakdown.

“I can’t believe it,” Jungkook whispered, incredulous.

“Fucking shit— Okay, we’re done!” you snatched your phone back to your pocket. “Let’s not speak about this ever again.”

“But—”

“The deal!”

“Ugh,” Taehyung pouted.

“Just one last thing,” Jungkook grabbed your attention. “Who has the nine point five out of ten?.”

“Why is that important?.”

“I just want to know the comments,” he told you. And for the first time you notice he wasn’t in his bubbly mood.

“Antoine Lafleche,” Hobi said.

“How do you—”

“The only thing it says was ‘Wow’. Took my attention.”

“Yeah. Well, he was,” you smiled slightly at the thought of him. “I met him when I travelled to Paris for the exchange of my fashion program. We spent the last week of my course together. He really was ‘wow’. Sadly, we never exchanged numbers or anything.”

Jungkook nodded before standing up. Jaw clenched and an annoyed face. “Well, I hated the ranking. Let’s head home now. It’s late.”

“You’re right,” Jin stood up too before looking at you with a smile. “By the way, this was really fun.”

“For you. I can’t believe I had an eight out of ten. I can’t believe Yoongi got ranked better than me!” Jimin started whining again.

“Don’t talk about it!” you screamed at him, rubbing your face embarrassed and annoyed. “Shit, just get the fuck out. All of you.”

Of course you knew they would talk about it, probably even complain and argue how one was better than the other—

What you didn’t except was for them to make a bet.

That night you went to sleep while the guys arrived to their complex, thinking about that list after the long and silent road home was almost too quiet, everyone thinking how many other girls had ranked them as low as you.

“Seven point five,” Jungkook chuckled without amusement when he dropped himself on the couch of the living room. “Not even a fucking eight.”

“I feel you.”

“Shut up, you fucked once. We did it many times and she gave me the same score as you?” Jungkook groaned, rubbing his face with frustration. “This is unbelievable.”

“I can’t believe Yoongi has a nine out of ten. One more point than me!” Jimin said with a whiny voice. “She was probably too drunk and thought it was good.”

“That’s an insane comment,” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “And not my fault you guys don’t know how to actually be good in bed.”

“Well, at least I have a big dick.” Tae shrugged, not really that but-hurt like his friend.

“Can you guys shut the hell up,” Jin rolled his eyes. “You’re all bad in bed, we get it—”

“Please, you would get a two out of ten.” Jungkook said mockingly. “When was the last time you got laid, grandpa?.”

Jimin laughed. “Yeah, you would probably be the lowest.”

“I don’t know, I kinda trust Jin. He seems to have game,” Taehyung nodded sincerely.

“Stop being weird,” Ho-seok chuckled at his antics.

“I would get that ten.” Jin said relaxed, with a confidence he only knew how to carry. “You all had comments. I would just get that number and none of that shit reviews.”

“I can’t believe a guy name Antoine got a ‘wow’— The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“That he was that good.”

Jimin hummed, thinking out loud. “I’m gonna get that ten out of ten… It’s gonna be a ten out of ten and period. No more comments. Just that good and speechless.”

“You already have an eight out of ten. Give up, loser,” Yoongi told him, sighing tiredly.

“So what?. You think I can’t get a better score than you?.”

“I think you just can’t get good in bed” the rapper barked.

“Stop,” Namjoon rolled his eyes. “She said she’s on celibacy or whatever. She won’t sleep with you guys.”

“Wanna bet?.”

“Yah!, stop betting shit” Taehyung scolded his friend.

“I’m just saying. I want it to make it more fun for you guys,” Jimin shrugged.

Jungkook snorted and shook his head. He asked the question everyone wanted to know.

“Make what more fun?.”

“I mean— I will get that ten out of ten no matter what,” his tone was unbothered, like it wasn’t a big deal. Like already had that score. “I just thought it would be fun if we all actually had one more chance, you know?. To see who’s actually better.”

“You’re a weird shit, you know that?” Ho-seok crossed his arms.

“And you all are still thinking about it.”

The room went silent, everyone actually thinking about the deal. But it wasn’t just a deal.

After that score, the guys were a little hurt— mostly their egos— They knew they were good in bed, they had a lot of people confirming that but to know that they weren’t the best at it was a little hurtful to their pride, even more when they were now on top of the world. They wanted to be the best of the best, in every little thing they did… And they wanted to show you that they could get that perfect score. And if they had to compete with someone for that— who was best than each other?. They were the best of the best… they were going to change that ranking no matter what they had to do.

“I actually don’t care,” Jin lay back on the sofa. “But if you wanna bet… I can get that number ten just for fun.”

“You’re on,” Taehyung immediately stood up. “I know her more than you guys. I’ll get that number before you can all even breathe next to her.”

“You know her more and you still got that eight, sit back down,” Jimin chuckled dryly.

“Are you really doing this?” Ho-seok shook his head, a little against the bet.

“If you are that afraid of getting a bad number, back off” Namjoon made fun of his brother.

“Please,” the dancer scoffed. “One night and I’ll get that ten, seven point five.”

“Don’t call me that!.”

“I don’t care about competing with any of you” Jungkook clicked his tongue. “I’ll work hard for that number, and I’ll get it.”

Yoongi snorted. “I had one drunken night with her and she gave me a nine, give me ten minutes sober and I’ll get a fucking hundred.”

“Game on, baby!.”

You shouldn’t have shown them the list. Or maybe it was for the best?. Celibacy life wasn’t for you anyway.

this is me revealing as an insane ot7 😔🙏🏼

this is gonna be a flop but i was watching this guy on tiktok talking about this girl that rank him nine out of ten in bed and how he lacked self respect and i was laughing so hard and then i was like waittt this is a good idea for a porn plot and then a bts edit appeared and i was like yea i need to write about it so here we are

this is gonna be like a lot of smut and i’m not that good at it but i wanna try it lmao so just for funzies and giggles u know

Jungkook: i did so great today, u have no ideaa

Jungkook: i’m like the best ever

Jungkook: want some ramen? i’m about to head home

You: bet you did

You: no thank u, i think i’ll be in the studio for the night

Jungkook: wait you’re in the company studio?

You: yes, mine

Jungkook: woww you’re working? surprising asf

You: kys

Jungkook: i love u too <33

Jungkook: so u want ramen or what?

You: can’t you read?

Jungkook: yea but i’m in the company too, I can get something for u and i can help u workkk i’m the best of the best >.<

You: no thanks, really need to get work done

Jungkook: you’re so mean to me wtf

You: you’re a baby, i actually need to work

You: go home and get some rest

Jungkook: kys

You: love u too, have a gn<33

You chuckled when he didn’t respond to your last text. You knew you wouldn’t get work done if he came, you two would probably end up talking about Hangul or other things and you actually needed to work. It had been almost three months since you didn’t write or produce something good from scratch and you were going crazy. Of course you have helped with some production or ideas but you used to create so much from nothing that it made you mad it was becoming really hard for you to do it again. So you sat in front of the piano after playing with the guitar for some minutes and decided you were going to compose something, even if it was really shit.

After a couple of minutes you realized it was a really fucking sad song which actually made you a little more depressed.

'…You didn't measure up

In any measure of a man

And I don't even want you back, I just want to know

If rusting my sparkling summer was the goal

And I don't miss what we had, but could someone give

A message to the smallest man who ever lived?…’

You sighed when your fingers pressed a wrong note and the anger started getting at you.

“That was so good.”

You jumped out of the piano, throwing your headphones on the floor and almost going with them since they were connected with a wire to your equipment next to it.

“Jesus fucking christ. What the fuck?. How did you even get in?.”

Jungkook was standing next to the close door of your studio. He had a bag in his hand and was wearing some casual clothes. He smirked while waving his hand as a greeting. You put a hand in your chest before cursing him again.

“You told me your password.” He said, like it was obvious.

“I’ve never told you my password.”

“Yeah, you did. How would I know it otherwise?” Jungkook frowned before taking the food out the bag.

“I don’t know, you fucking creep.”

“Anyway, I brought ramen and…”

“I told you I’m working.” You cut him off, crossing your arms and getting even more mad.

“I’m here to help.” He smiled, kind. “It seems you got something to work with, it sounded great.”

“Thank you, Jungkook.” You appreciate his words. “But look, I really need to work…”

“Come on, I can help.” He insisted, looking like a child about to do tantrum. “And if you don’t want me to help I can just stay here in silence. Believe me I can zone out anytime, you don’t even have to worry I won’t listen to anything.”

You whined, annoyed. “Oh my god!. Don’t have other friends to hangout with? It’s Saturday night.” You pointed out. “Don’t be lame, go out, have sex, get drunk, do drugs.”

“Shut up, you’re the same amount of lame as me. Look what you’re doing, choosing to work a Saturday night.” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, but I chose it”. You said. “You can choose to go out, do it.”

“Okay, fine I don’t have that many friends.” He admitted, not actually sad nor ashamed. “Most of then are idols so they’re busy right now practicing for their comeback.”

“I’m not feeling sorry.”

“You should,” he pouted. “I’m lonely. You’re my only friend right now.”

“I don’t care.”

Jungkook took a bottle out of the bag. “I brought wine.”

Damn, he knew you.

“Just sit and shut the fuck up.”

He clapped like it was the best plan ever. You decided to take a break and eat some of the ramen he brought.

“Best ramen ever. I didn’t know the company had such a big cafeteria.”

“Isn’t it close?.”

“It was,” he giggled. “But I have the keys some executive forgot so now I can enter almost any place I want.”

“That’s actually very dangerous.”

“What are they gonna do?, fire me?” He chuckled.

“Don’t be an egocentric brat.” You punched his shoulder. “Jeez, you’re a baby.”

“Well, this baby got you ramen and wine.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. “You need to appreciate me more.”

“Thank you, baby.” You laughed, “How did you even get the wine?.”

“I actually had it in my car because I bought it this morning.” He told you.

“Why would you buy wine in the morning?.”

“I was thinking of going to your house and watch some movies later.”

Oh.

You nodded your head and keep eating.

It was some minutes later that you cleaned the space and open the wine to drink of it. You both drank some glasses to get in the mood before starting to play music.

“You better don’t interrupt anything…”

“Do you wanna make a happy song?.”

You snorted before looking at him confused. “What?.”

“That song sounded depressing, even if I didn’t understand half of it.” He smiled, he seemed a little dizzy. “Your voice is beautiful, I think a sappy pop song would be great for you.”

“Ah,” you nodded, trying not to blush at the compliment. “You’re the producer now?.”

“Come on, let’s make a funny pop song.” He sat next to you.

“Fine, I’ll make you a beat, make a melody”

Making a beat for a pop song wasn’t that hard if it was going to be something simple. Of course beats could take some time if you wanted them to actually made a reference or a great song but you were just gonna joke around so you pressed some bottoms and chose a beat you had for a while that never got the chance to use before. Jungkook heard it for a while before starting to sing alibis. His voice sounded like an angel, you could notice he was working before because it was already warm up and could hit very different notes.

“Make some lyrics,” he complained after just singing notes and random shit for some minutes.

“I have nothing.”

“Let’s make a sex song.”

“Yah!” You hit his arm again. “Have respect, I’m a lady.”

“A lady that has made like a thousand sex songs?” He rolled his eyes. “How does someone creates a song like that?.”

“It’s fun,” you smiled. “You can joke and have fun.”

“Do it then.”

“Are you that horny?” You made fun of him.

“Were you horny when you wrote all those sex songs?” He tried to annoy you.

“I was.”

His checks turned red and he whined, “Yah!, I’m lady.”

You chuckled. “Okay, let’s do it.”

“Have sex?.”

“The song!.”

He giggled before watching you write something in your ipad. He took more wine, putting the bottle in your mouth so you could drink some more too. Jungkook smiled when you laughed, looking light and happy, probably horny too since you were writing porn. He giggled again and you show him some lyrics so he could sing it.

You love when I jump right in…

You love when I jump right in…

He repeated the lyrics a couple of times until he found a good melody to go with. He started singing it with a dramatic excitement.

You love when I jump right in, all of me I'm offering

Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is

Wind it back, I'll take it slow, leave you with that afterglow

Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is…

“Afterglow?” He raised an eyebrow.

“You know, the afterglow sex.” You nodded.

“That actually exist?” Jungkook laughed.

“Wow, you must have a bad hand.”

“Hey!, I’m great at sex.” He defended himself immediately. “It’s just that I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone ‘glow’ for it.”

“Maybe because you are actually bad.” He hit your shoulder slightly, offended. You laughed. “You’ve never felt great or that excitement, you know? that feeling after it?.”

“I mean, I feel great but you know, because I finish.”

“Damn, you got bad sex too?” You loved to annoy him. And he knew it. But he always felt for it.

“I hate you.”

“Not my fault you had bad sex.”

“I’ve had great sex!, thank you very much.”

“Sex is not about just finishing, you have to enjoy everything in the process.”

“I did, I do. Fuck, just shut up, doctor sex.”

You faked to throw up at that nickname. “Don’t say shit like that ever again.”

“I enjoyed and I enjoy sex. I don’t need some afterglow to show me.” He said with amusement.

“One day you are going to feel that afterglow, babe.” You nodded with confidence. “Don’t give up, don’t step back!. Never give up, never what?!.”

“Oh my god, shut up.” He covered his face with embarrassment. “Just finish the chorus.”

You giggled before writing again, both of you fixing and making fun of some stupid lyrics. You sang some of them to show him how to pronounce them and after some minutes of joking and writing shit Jungkook got the melody and start singing.

It's the way that you can ride, It's the way that you can ride

Think I met you in another life so break me off another time

You wrap around me and you give me life

And that's why night after night I'll be fuckin' you right, oh…

You both laughed like crazy before falling to the ground, almost crying of laughter of how dumb the song was. You ended up laying on the floor for a while trying to calm down.

“That’s probably the worst sex song I’ve ever written.” You chuckled, cleaning your tears.

Jungkook hummed. “It’s actually very catchy,” he said. “Could be a hit.”

You laughed. “Well, you can take it if you want. It’s all yours.”

The silence in the room was comforting, both of you not thinking at all because the wine was already affecting your systems. After some minutes, Jungkook stood up and grabbed you by your hands to do the same for you. He sat in front of the piano and you followed his lead.

“What’s your favourite song?” He suddenly asked.

“That’s an impossible questions.”

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes. “What’s your fav song at the moment?.

You chuckled before taking some seconds to think. “All around me, flyleaf”

“I’ve never heard that song.”

“It’s great, you should.”

“I’ll do it later then,” he nodded. Like it was a promise. Something that mattered only because you said it.

Jungkook always use to speak to you with a confidence and sincerity, after what had happened, that it made you thrust in every lie he would say. He didn’t spoke slightly— like he wanted you to remember everything he had to say to you, except if it was a joke or an insult. Sometimes it made you a little confuse why he was so fixated in building a strong friendship. But it was nice and you didn’t mind in making your relationships strong and meaningful if that was what he did with everyone.

“I’ve been listening to BTS a lot lately,” you admitted. “Autumn leaves, forever a favourite.”

“Sing it for me.” He whispered.

You chuckled before looking at him.

Oh, he was serious.

You shrugged and accepted it since it was actually a beautiful, you preferred him to sing it though. You played the piano slowly, trying to remember the notes before starting to sing. You loved their lyrics. The songs of Bangtan in general, they made so many big hits and iconic songs that you loved and appreciated. That one being one of those.

I want the you that meets my eyes

I want the you that wants me again

Please don’t leave me, please don’t fall

Never never fall, don’t go far away…

You shut up immediately when Jungkook started singing the next part. Trying to hear his voice as much as you could. Even if that part was high and loud in the demo, the idol sung it slowly and soft, in a whisper for the intimate moment you were both having.

Baby you, girl I can’t let you go

Baby you, girl I can’t give up on you

Like those falling dry leaves

This love, like dry leaves

Never never fall

It’s fading…

You smiled slightly at his voice and pressed the last note. You looked at Jungkook only to realized he was already looking at you. And for a moment, when his gaze dropped to your lips for a second, you thought he was about to lean over and kiss you. You weren’t sure if you wanted it to happen but you were glad it didn’t when he sighed and looked at you eyes again before talking.

“We make a great duo.”

You really did.

i was gonna put autumn leaves in korean but it just felt so weird bc it didn’t make sense what part they were singing till the baby you hurlll???😭 i tried to make it made sense

also i guess u alreadu know what interlude means so like basically everything changes from here hehe🫦

tmbmil young forever album of the year