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Prompt: By the age of 10, nearly everyone has developed two tattoos, one on each arm. Each one is a date and a time, and one is when you’ll meet your soulmate. But the other is when you’ll meet your worst enemy. Until the closer date, most people worry about which will come first, but not you. Because your dates and times are exactly the same.

Pairing: Reader x Min Yoongi

Words: 5746

pt. 1    Masterlist

Enjoy!! -Cel

His hair was silky between your fingers as you gazed silently at one another. You had been talking for hours, moving from your bed to the kitchen, where you ordered a pizza which currently sat mostly eaten and growing colder by the moment on the table. Yoongi had coaxed you onto his lap with a kiss on the knuckles and a mischievous grin. You slowly obliged, sitting with both legs on one side of his. Straddling could wait for a different day, especially since you still wore a dress. He trailed a finger down your jaw, coming to a stop at your chin, where he slowly ran his thumb over your bottom lip. The touch sent shivers down your spine.

Prompt: By the age of 10, nearly everyone has developed two tattoos, one on each arm. Each one is a date and a time, and one is when you’ll meet your soulmate. But the other is when you’ll meet your worst enemy. Until the closer date, most people worry about which will come first, but not you. Because your dates and times are exactly the same.

Pairing: Reader x Min Yoongi

Words: 5321 

This will probably become a series, so let me know if you guys want more!

You never asked for this. None of your friends had double numbers, so why were you one of the unlucky few in the world who did? What had you done to deserve this? It drew people to stick their noses into your privacy, wondering for the fiftieth time that week when your date would arrive.

As a young child, the discovery that you had double numbers was earth-shattering. You had always dreamt of how you would meet your soulmate first, and when the day arrived that your enemy came around, the two of you would be ready for them. Your partner would be there to protect you from your enemy and would be your knight in shining armor.

Instead, the universe decided you were the one in a billion that it would play jokes on. The day your first tattoo appeared, scripted on the inside of your left wrist, you immediately ran to your mother and father, eagerly awaiting the day that your second tattoo would appear.

It was over a year that you waited with bated breath. When you felt that somewhat familiar itching beneath your skin, you were in the middle of a silent reading period. However, you were anything but silent as your heart stopped in your chest at the sight of those numbers. The whole class whipped around to look at you as you sat there, your young mind grappling with the reality set out on your wrists.

The teacher rushed back to scold you, before stopping in her tracks as she noticed what you were gaping at. You were excused for the day, which then turned into a week off from school. You spent that entire week crying about how unfair everything was, and your parents tried to comfort you, but nothing would ease your pain.

Now, tomorrow was the date that had been written on your wrists for the past 12 years. You had grown somewhat numb to the whole idea that, no matter where you went tomorrow, your soulenemy, as you had wittily called them for the last 11 years, would find you at the exact time on your wrist, no matter the location.

You wished you felt something other than a bundle of nerves at the bottom of your stomach. Your friends had wished you luck, but you knew ever since the age of nine that luck had never been on your side. You simply laid in bed that night, contemplating what you would do tomorrow, how you would carry yourself. You could be standoffish and cool, but that might cause unnecessary hostility. You could be quiet and polite, but that might allow them to walk all over you.

Pushing away these thoughts, you took a deep breath. No matter what happened tomorrow, you were stuck with them, and they were stuck with you. So you would have to find a way to make it work.

The weather was awful the next morning, at least in your mind. It had snowed overnight, and the white flakes still fell silently from the sky. You hated winter and everything cold, and you were oh so reluctant to leave the warmth of your bed. Sliding on a pair of thick socks before your feet touched the cold floor, you slowly stood from your cocoon of blankets.

You went about your normal morning, making yourself a cup of tea because coffee was too bitter for your taste. Rummaging through the cupboards of your small kitchen, you found a box of breakfast bars and grabbed two before setting down on the crappy couch in front of the crappy tv. This apartment had been the only thing you could afford on a living made only by small gigs in coffee shops and the occasional college party. It had come fully furnished, and though the furniture wasn’t nice by any means, you weren’t complaining.

Turning the television on, you flipped through the eight channels you had access to without a working cable box, stopping on a news channel. It depicted a nearby record label, one that you knew well. It was known as Monster D Records, co-owned by three of the most successful rappers in the game: Kim Namjoon, aka Rap Monster, Jung Hoseok, aka J-Hope, and Min Yoongi, aka Suga. The three men had once been part of a successful group that had had since disbanded, and their music was nothing that interested you, similar to their label. Every artist they came out with was an R&B or hip-hop star, and that had always been one of your least favorite genres.

The news anchor’s voice drew you from your thoughts. “In other news, the owners of Monster D Records are holding their biannual company dinner party tonight. Stars from all over the world have been invited, and we will be back later tonight to bring you exclusive coverage of the event, so tune in at six o’clock tonight for our special program!” Scoffing, you took the remote and turned the device off. Gazing down at your arms, you traced the date and time on your left wrist.

November 18, 2017

6:19 pm

They obviously hadn’t changed in the time you had them, and you didn’t expect them to change. You just wished they were different…

Moving off the couch, you went to go shower and change. After turning on the water to hopefully warm it up, you put on your favorite playlist, placed your phone on the bathroom counter, and got undressed. By the time you got in, the water was lukewarm at best, but you’d come to expect that. Singing along quietly with the music from your phone, you grabbed the bottle of shampoo on the little ledge on the wall and began to wash your hair. However, mid-line your music was interrupted by your ringtone. Shampoo still in your hair, you reached out of the shower to check who it was. Perhaps our best friend wishing you luck for the day? Or your mother giving her condolences about what you’d have to go through today?

It turned out to be neither of those, but instead a number you’d never seen before. You hesitated, debating if you should answer. The only thing that made you press the answer icon was the fact that this number had the same area code as you. You quickly turned the shower off and turned on speakerphone.

“Hello?” you answered reluctantly.

“Hi, my name is Adelaide Bryce, I’m calling from Monster D Records,” came a bright female voice from the other end. It took a moment for her words to register, and by the time they did, you realized you had missed the second part of whatever she just said.

“Pardon, what was that?” You felt your breathing pick up slightly. Why the hell would someone from Monster D be calling you, especially so early in the morning?!

“I asked if you were Y/N Y/L/N?” she repeated kindly.

“Uh yeah, yes I am. Is there something I can help you with?” You tried not to sound flustered but did a terrible job of it.

“Actually there is,” the girl replied, sounding slightly relieved. “You may or may not have heard, but we’re hosting our company party tonight. I know it’s very last minute, but the previous act we had lined up isn’t going to be able to make it tonight…” She hesitated before continuing. “We were wondering if you’d like to fill in and play some music for the guests. It would be worth your while and you’d probably get the attention of several big-name producers if that’s what you’re looking for in the future.”

You stood there speechless. They wanted you? At their company dinner?! “How the hell did I get picked?” You thought aloud. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry, I’m just… a little flustered.”

The girl chuckled. “I’m sure. We’d love to have you, and you were personally recommended by one of our staff. I believe he watched you perform at a coffee shop?”

“Yes, I do a lot of those,” you smiled slightly. Then, a pit formed in your stomach as you remembered what day it was. “I… I’m not totally sure if I’ll be able to. I have somewhere I have to be tonight, even though I’m not really sure where that is…” you muttered the last part.

Though apparently, it was loud enough for the girl to hear, because you heard a sharp inhale on the other end of the line. “Is today the day for you?”

“Yes, it is. And I’m not sure if a company dinner is where I’m meant to be tonight…” You bit the inside of your cheek, goosebumps raising on your skin.

“On the contrary, I think this is exactly where you’re supposed to be!” she exclaimed. “Please, just know that you were personally recommended by someone who has a lot of experience spotting new talent, and he believes you have what it takes to be successful. Give this a shot, I’m sure everything will work out tonight!” She sounded like she knew something she wasn’t telling you, but you decided not to push it.

Following your heart, and what it said was right, you nodded to yourself. “Alright, I’ll do it. What do I need to know?”

“Alright! Arrive around 5:15 tonight at the private lot in back, just tell the guard your name and he’ll let you through. Someone will be waiting by the back door to escort you to the stage where you’ll be performing. I hear you play guitar so you can bring whatever instruments you would like, but we can provide hardware such as cables and mics. Oh, and wear something nice, y’know, business formal. I’m sure you’ll do great tonight, both on stage and with your first meeting,” she added reassuringly. “Thank you so much!”

“Thank you as well, have a good one,” you replied before hanging up and turning the shower back on. Only this time, it was steaming.

You found yourself on the metro at 5:09, a deep blue dress with a modest collared neckline that ended just above the knee hidden beneath your winter coat. Around your neck was a single diamond on a delicate chain, a graduation present from your mother who claimed: “Every woman needs a good diamond.” You had decided when you received it that you would not wear it until this day, and it felt almost heavy against your chest to realize that today really was the day. Your life would change forever based on what happened today.

Guitar case in one hand, you gripped the overhead bar for dear life as the train slowed to a stop. A surge of people moved to the exit, and you followed close behind, stepping onto the familiar platform. You had busked here many times before, and been fairly successful considering this was the more creative part of town. And since Monster D was only a block away, it was a common spot to get noticed by the staff there.

Making your way to the stairs leading to the street above, you tried your best to get around people. Emerging on the sidewalk, you had slightly more room to walk. Crossing East 71st, you approached the building you had passed so many times on your way to venues. Monster D Records stood a bit shorter than the buildings surrounding it, but had much more curb appeal, with its sleek exterior standing out on the corner. You shook your head slightly in disbelief that this was actually happening as you made your way to the front door before pausing. Didn’t she say to enter through the back door?

Turning, you hurried to the side of the building toward the gate you could see behind it. You hesitantly approached it, noticing the guard inside the booth. Stepping toward him, you double checked your phone for the time, finding it was two minutes till.

“Can I help you with something miss?” The guard called, drawing your attention.

“Um, yes actually. My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I was told to come through here for the dinner?” You explained somewhat skeptically.

“Oh yes, of course. Come right in,” the man smiled, stepping out from his booth and opening a smaller gate beside the one meant for cars. “There’s an assistant by the back door, good luck!”

“Oh, thank you,” you smiled as you stepped through the opening. Sure enough, you spotted a young woman holding open a door and hurried across the parking lot full of expensive cars.

“Welcome to Monster D Records!” The woman greeted you with a smile.

“Thank you,” you replied gratefully, stepping inside out of the cold.

“So I heard you’re the new entertainment for tonight huh?” You nodded as she entered behind you. “Well, you’re right on time. That’s very appreciated here. I’ll take you to the stage right now, you can set up there and soundcheck if you’d like. The guests should start arriving around 5:45 or so, and there’ll be a brief introduction, but after that, you’re free to play whatever you’d like.”

“Nothing too loud though right? Just background music,” you sighed slightly. You were used to gigs like this. You’d played enough dinner parties and restaurants to know that people liked to talk at the table, and couldn’t be expected to pay perfect attention to the entertainment playing quietly on the stage.

The girl leading you through the confusing hallways glanced back at you with a sympathetic look. “Unfortunately, yes. I’ve been in your position, as have most of the employees here. So I know how it feels to be on stage getting ignored. But I have a feeling you’ll do amazing and you’ll impress a lot of important people here. This could be a break for you, so do your best,” she smiled encouragingly as she came to a stop before a black door. Opening it, you found a small side stage. Stepping out, you found backstage areas to both sides, and heavy drapery framing the center, where a mic and stool were set up.

“Is there any hardware you need?”

“I was told you guys could provide a cable for my guitar?” You turned to face her again as she nodded and headed to the area to the left. Returning a moment later, she handed you a jack and nodded to the stool ahead of you.

“Go set up, I’ll plug you in,” she held onto the other end of the cord and released the middle to head over to the soundboard behind the curtains to the right. As she moved out of sight and you made your way to the stool, one of the doors on the opposite wall opened and three men in suits entered, deep in conversation. Deciding to ignore them, you leaned down to pull out your guitar from its case which you then went to place behind the curtains. Plugging in, you set down on the stool and adjusted the mic. Awaiting the ok to soundcheck, you realized you still had on your coat but decided you’d remove it just after the introduction since it was a bit chilly in the auditorium.

You took the moment to survey the space. To your right was another larger stage, probably where the intro would be taking place. Before you were about thirty circular tables covered in crimson cloths. The chairs were dark wood, and the walls were a light gray. The entire room would soon be full of important and famous people, though at the moment it was just the three men who still paid you little attention.

“Alright, go ahead and mic check,” the woman called. You nodded, speaking softly into the microphone at your lips. You continued to say meaningless things as she adjusted the volume. You heard yourself over the speakers and noticed the men across the room glancing in your direction. “Ok, now the guitar.”

You hesitantly strummed a chord, worried the speaker would be up too loud. She adjusted the volume again as you continued to strum a simple G chord. Curiously, you glanced at the men and found them all turned toward you, though still speaking with each other. “Try singing something. It’s a little hard to do them separately,” she called from the right. For whatever reason, you began to feel nervous. It felt strange to play a song with only three people before you, even if just for a soundcheck, but you did as she asked and began a random song that came to mind.

That is what truly grabbed the attention of your three audience members. They almost immediately faced you, watching intently. You couldn’t bring yourself to continue looking at them, so you let your eyes wander everywhere else. Until one of them started toward you.

He had bleached hair that had obviously been neutralized to make it silvery, and his black suit had probably been tailored because it fit him flawlessly. His eyes narrowed slightly as he approached as if he were curious about you. Coming to a stop as he reached the stage, he placed his hands on the edge and looked over to where the woman stood to adjust the soundboard.

“Turn it up a bit, Erica,” he called authoritatively. “We can hardly hear her on the other side as it is, so there’s no way they’ll hear her later.”

“Of course sir,” Erica replied, apparently adjusting the sound accordingly. You realized you had stopped playing as the man glanced up at you with a small grin. Eyes darting away from his, you resumed the song you’d previously been playing as he turned to the other two across the way. One of them pointed up, and he turned back to Erica again.

“A little more, please.” With another look back, he got a thumbs up from the same man as before, then with a nod, he turned back around one more time. “Perfect! Good work getting her set up. Go check that the carpet event is going smoothly alright?”

“Alright,” she agreed as she emerged from the curtains. The man nodded and moved to return to his friends without another word, leaving you wishing he had at least introduced himself. Erica placed a hand on your shoulder, drawing your attention. “Y/N, your voice is gorgeous. I’d be surprised if you made it through the night without at least one producer showing interest in you. I know you’ll do wonderfully, so break a leg out there,” she gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before heading out. You turned to ask who the three men were, but you weren’t fast enough, and as you turned back around to take another peek at the men on the other side of the auditorium, you found they had disappeared as well.

It wasn’t more than five minutes before guests began entering. Once there were about twenty people, you decided it couldn’t hurt to play music until the introduction speech. With only about five minutes to go, you would just play one song then you’d sit quietly on your stool for the intro. Your stomach was doing flips, and you tried desperately to lose yourself in the song. But all too soon it was over, and as you opened your eyes afterward, you found the auditorium nearly full. Pulling out your phone for a moment, you found it was 6:10, and you wondered when the speech was going to take place. Sure enough, after a moment the curtains on the main stage were drawn open to reveal the speakers.

Your jaw nearly dropped as you found the same three men from earlier on the stage. The silver-haired one stood to the side further from you, and the three moved toward two microphones set up before them.

“Welcome,” began the one in the center. He was the tallest, with peachy hair and full lips. “As you probably know, my name is Kim Namjoon, and this is Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi. The three of us began Monster D Records 6 years ago, and in the time it’s been around it has become one of the most successful record labels in the game. Thanks to all of you, among others, our business has been able to blossom and realize its full potential. So please, raise your glasses in a toast for a moment.” You hadn’t noticed before, but all three men had been holding glasses of champagne at their sides, and they raised them carefully. “Here’s to another successful year and to all of you, for your constant support and love!” And with that, cups were brought together all throughout the auditorium and people took a sip. After a few more comments, the three thanked everyone once more and made their way off the stage.

One of the servers who stood before your stage turned to give you a thumbs up, and you prepared to strum your guitar before you remembered you had to take your coat off. Carefully placing your guitar against the stool, you hurried to where your case was stored and unzipped your coat. However, thanks to your awful luck the zipper caught on the fabric, forcing you to struggle with it for a moment before finally freeing it. Placing it atop your case, you glanced at your phone, and you found the screen read 6:19 pm.

At the same time, you heard the stage floor creak behind you, closely followed by a hand gently placed on your shoulder. You gasped, attempting to turn around to see who it was, but another arm snaked around your waist, securing you against a warm, solid chest.

“So it was you all along,” came a whispered voice in your ear. “You’re the one who put me through all those years of confusion and longing…” The mystery man’s fingers trailed slowly down your arm, his touch light and careful. He grasped your wrist gently, bringing it up to read it. “November 18, 2017. 6:19 pm. Double numbers…” You brought up your other wrist slowly, wondering if this was really happening. It seemed too good to be true, that the universe would do whatever it took to get the two of you in the same place at the right time. There was a soft sigh in your ear as you revealed your other tattoo, and you could have melted right then and there. Even without having seen his face, you knew this relationship would be…interesting.

You removed your hand from his grasp but took his hand in yours. Needing proof that this was, in fact, the man you were destined for, you pushed up his sleeve enough to see the mark on his creamy skin. As expected, it was the same as yours, and you couldn’t help but place your wrist beside his to find them identical. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt hot lips on your neck, and you leaned back against him.

A gasp escaped your mouth as you were turned around to face him, only to be met with a face you had already seen several times tonight. “Min Yoongi…” His name fell from your lips, nothing more than a whisper that was eaten up by the thick fabric surrounding you. Your hand came up to his face as your stared in disbelief. His skin was smooth beneath your fingers as they traveled down his jaw to stop at his chin.

“Thank you for accepting the job tonight,” he smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m not sure what would have happened if you had declined.”

“Well you wouldn’t be here, that’s for sure,” you grinned. “You’d probably be in my part of town, where guys like you wouldn’t go if their life depended on it.” The words came out differently than you’d heard them in your mind, but a smile appeared on his lips nonetheless.

“You need to go perform, people are waiting on you.” He gently pulled you closer, leaning his forehead to yours. “Can I drive you home once this is over?” He almost sounded unsure, like you might actually turn him down.

You hesitate for a heartbeat, before nodding slightly. “Of course. I’m sure whatever fancy car you have is better than taking the metro, especially at night.”

He chuckled, standing straight after a moment. He was taller than you, but not by much. “Alright then, I’ll see you after.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, bringing heat to your cheeks as he took a step back. “You look beautiful tonight, Y/N.” And with that, he was headed out the door through which you originally entered, leaving you blushing like a lovesick schoolgirl.

The murmur of the room just on the other side other the curtain pulled you back to reality. You stepped back out onto the stage, settling down on the stool and nestling your guitar on your lap. You thought for a moment, before strumming the first chord of the song “Rhythm of Love.” As you played, you noticed Yoongi enter once again, his eyes finding yours as he greeted some guests. Smiles lit up both of your faces, and the rest of the night was a bit of a blur.

“Y/N,” came a voice from behind you. It was one you’d heard several times that night, so before you even turned you knew it was Yoongi. The event had officially ended, but guests still lingered and got in their last bits of conversation. “We can leave whenever you’d like,” he smiled as he stood by the door leading off stage.

All night, you’d exchanged glances and smiles, and at one point he had introduced you to his co-founders, Namjoon and Hoseok. They had both complimented you on your voice and wished you luck with Yoongi, which made you chuckle slightly nervously. Now, he stood before you, a smile on his lips as you placed your guitar in its case and put your coat back on. He insisted on carrying your instrument out to his car, claiming that chivalry wasn’t dead as long as he was alive. Along the way to the exit, his hand claimed yours, a pleasant surprise just before you stepped out into the frigid night air.

“I’m right here,” he gestured toward a black Range Rover parked in the first spot to the right. When you glanced at him with one eyebrow slightly raised, he grinned. Perks of owning the place, I suppose,” he shrugged and went to open the trunk.

You gingerly climbed into the passenger’s seat, legs raised slightly to keep from making contact with the cold leather seats. A few seconds later, the trunk was shut and he climbed in next to you, swearing under his breath at the cold leather. You couldn’t help but smile and laugh softly at his reaction, drawing his attention to you. As he narrowed his eyes, you smirked playfully retrieving your phone from your pocket. He shook his head and started the car, immediately turning on the seat warmers.

“Damn, heated seats…” you commented, thoroughly impressed.

“And a heated steering wheel, but I won’t brag,” he chuckled, backing out of the spot. The same guard from before was at the gate, and he waved as he opened it to let you pass. You smiled back, before realizing the windows were probably too tinted for him to see it.

“See, I don’t have any of this.” Your voice was quiet as you spoke up after a few silent moments. “None of this glitz and glamour, the dinner parties, fancy cars… I came from nothing, and that’s what I’ll be for who knows how long. Nothing. And that’s alright with me.” You added the last part quickly when you realized how ungrateful you sounded.

Yoongi chuckled quietly. “You’re not nothing, Y/N. You’re everything, you just don’t know it yet, and the right people haven’t discovered that.” His fingers slipped through yours and settled on your left leg. “I just realized….” he trailed off after a moment.

“What is it?” You looked at him curiously.

“You never told me where you live,” he laughed as the light before you turned green.

Giggling, you ran your thumb absentmindedly over the back of his hand. “You’re going the right way. I’m on 37th and Eastwood.” This got a skeptical glance out of him as he kept driving.

“Would you care if I spent a little time with you tonight?” He sounded hesitant like he didn’t want to push it too far tonight.

“Of course. I can order a pizza because I’m kinda starving,” you grinned. The thought of him wanting to spend time with you was so foreign, but it warmed something in your chest. After a minute or two, you were pulling into the garage beneath your shitty apartment complex. He parked, and as you walked past your old Subaru you decided not to point out that it belonged to you. In the elevator up, he placed his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, seemingly not wanting to ever let you go. Together, you stepped out onto your floor and made your way to your apartment.

After opening the door, you turned on the lights and welcomed him inside. “So sorry it’s not the neatest, I wasn’t really expecting to end up here with my-” You caught yourself just before the word soulenemy came from your mouth. He didn’t need to know you thought that all these years. “I wasn’t really expecting to end up here with you, so I didn’t clean up before I left.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s perfect.” He turned to you quietly, lips quirked up slightly and eyes soft as he stepped forward. “There are some moments in life that are meant to be captured with cameras,” he began, his words raising your curiosity. “You pose in front of a lens, and hope that the photographer can make you look good.” He brushed his knuckles along your cheekbone. “Or you arrange a setting, and hope it doesn’t turn out looking staged and dull.” You wondered where he could be going with this as his hands made their way to your shoulders, where he began to push off your coat. “Then there are some moments too astonishing to ever be captured in their full glory through a lens. The colors too vivid,” he smiled at the blush flowering on your cheeks. “The lines to delicate,” he ran his thumb down your jaw as your coat slid from your arms onto the floor.

“The image would never be quite the same through a lens than it would be to simply take it all in.” His body was nearly against yours, his lips merely inches away. “This is one of those moments. You look so beautiful, and I can’t decide if it’s this awful fluorescent lighting or the fact that now I finally know you’re the one, but you’ve never looked as beautiful as you do right now.”

Your heart did flips in your chest as you tried to work up the courage you needed right then. However, Yoongi beat you to it, bringing his lips to brush against yours. The next thing you knew, your fingers were tangled in his silver hair and you lay beneath him on your bed, fervently kissing one another as though you had been without each other for years, and perhaps some would say that was the case. He tasted faintly of chocolate fondue and smoke, and the feel of his lips against yours was enough to turn you to putty beneath his fingers. Everywhere he touched, he left tracks of liquid gold beneath your skin, and you nearly came undone as his teeth grazed your bottom lip.

He was absolutely intoxicating.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff!

Words: 2.3k

    “ Yeah, I’ll be there. See you in ten!” You told your best friend, Hoseok, over the phone excitedly. He called you up out of the blue to tell you he was struggling to complete his mixtape. He wanted you to review the songs he already had and help him come up with ideas for new ones. You gladly accepted since you’ve wanted to hear his mixtape for the longest of time, but he always told you it wasn’t ready to be heard. He said he wanted you to be proud of him and wanted to show you songs worthy enough to be listened to. You always reassured him you would love anything he composed, but he was always to scared to reveal them to you. You were ecstatic that he had finally gotten the courage to show you.

     You slipped on your coat, checking the pockets to make sure the keys to your apartment were inside. With a quick pat you confirmed their location and made sure to lock the door on your way out. Thankfully, your apartment wasn’t too far from the boys’ dorm, so you arrived in no time.

      Knocking on the door, you heard someone call out “I’m coming,” only to be followed by a crash and a yelp. There was an exasperated sigh and a second annoyed voice yelling, “ Ah! Namjoon! That’s the third time you’ve broken something today! Be more careful please. For the sake of not only our lives, but yours too.” You couldn’t help but laugh as Yoongi scolded the younger man for his clumsiness. He was always breaking things and today was no exception.

       “I can hear you laughing at me, Y/N.” Namjoon stated as he opened the door for you. You stepped inside and gave him a quick hug before pulling away and laughing again.  “Can you blame me?” You asked him with a shrug and he only shook his head, embarrassed before picking up the broken pieces of a small statue that was scattered all over the floor. You bent down to help him pick it up and he smiled at you gratefully, flashing his dimples.  “Thanks.”

      You were close friends with all of the boys of Bangtan, but especially with Hoseok. You met all of them several years ago while they were still trainees when you were just a rookie makeup stylist hired for their debut. You ended up clicking with all of them and began hanging out with them after work hours. Now, you’re their main stylist and their closest friend.

    Once you were done picking up the pieces, you stood up and brushed your hands off on your jeans. “ Where’s Hoseok? He wanted to show me something.” You asked Namjoon as he threw away the statue. “ He went to go get something a couple of minutes ago, but he should be back in his studio.” He told you. “ Thanks,” you smiled before stepping out of the doorway and passing by the kitchen where you saw Yoongi grabbing a snack. “ Hey Yoongi!” You greeted him and he waved at you as you walked by. You then turned down the correct hallway and walked towards Hoseok’s studio. You knocked on the door, but soon realized Hoseok would never hear you due to the headphones that rested on his ears. Even from where you were standing you could hear the slight rumble of the music blasting in his ears, and you grinned mischievously as an idea came to mind.

    You slowly opened the door and gently shut it behind you, before moving silently across the studio to where he sat and attacking him with a giant hug. He yelled loudly and bolted upright, the notebook that he had perched on the edge of his desk tumbling to the floor. You pulled away laughing as he turned to glare at you. “Y/N, you scared the life out of me! Why would you do that?!” He asked you dramatically. It took you awhile to compose yourself before you responded, “You gave me the opportunity to. Always watch your back, Hobi~” You teased him, calling him by his nickname, before plopping onto the couch in his studio. He shook his head grinning before muttering something as he sat down. “ What was that?” You lifted an eyebrow, curious as to what he had said. He gave you a quick glance before picking up the notebook that had laid on the ground. “Nothing,” he simply stated and turned back to his computer.

    Once his back was turned, you slumped into the couch resting a hand over your rapidly beating heart. You could’ve sworn Hoseok had said, “I can’t believe I fell in love with you.” But you must’ve heard wrong. You’ve been crushing on Hoseok for over a year now and you knew he didn’t return your feelings. He only saw you as a friend and nothing more. He must’ve said something else. You convinced yourself in believing so. You didn’t want to give yourself false hope or expectations, nor did you want to ruin the friendship you had with him. He was your best friend, and you didn’t want to lose him. You’d rather keep your feelings for him a secret rather than jeopardizing your friendship.

     “ So… do I finally get to hear this hixtape of yours?” You asked as you stood to approach him. He moved his chair to the side so you could stand next to him in front of his computer. “It’s not done, but I wanted you to hear what I had so far.” He explained, handing you the headphones he previously had on. You grabbed them, your heart refusing to ignore the slight brush of your fingers as you did, and placed them onto your ears. Hoseok then turned to his computer and had you listen to the three songs he had done. You listened intently to the beat and the lyrics, loving every single second. You could tell Hoseok had poured out his heart and soul to make these, and you were in awe. His music and the passion in it made you fall for him even more… if that was even possible.

    Hoseok watched you nervously for your reactions, taking in every slight response you had. You gave him a thumbs up to reassure him you were liking everything so far. He grinned every time you would sing along or dance. By the end of the last song you were incredibly hyped. “Hoseok, these are so good! I’m so proud of you!” You embraced him and felt his hands wrap around you immediately. The smell of his cologne filling your senses and making your heart jitter. You felt his heart beat rapidly against your chest. He must’ve been excited over you liking the songs.

     “You really like them?” He asked you and you pulled away to look him straight in the face. “No, I love them! You’re doing amazing so far! What are you going to do about the other songs? Have you started writing them yet?” You asked him excitedly, and his grin fell a bit. “I’ve finished some of them, but I’m having a hard time finding inspiration. The fans are really looking forward to this and I don’t want to disappoint them. That’s why I have to wait until it’s perfect to release it.” He explained to you and your heart pained at the sight of him. You could tell by the look on his face how much he wanted to have his mixtape come out perfectly. It hurt you to see how hard he was being on himself.

    “Jung Hoseok, listen to me. Your mixtape is going to be amazing and your fans are sure to love it. Stop being so hard on yourself. Don’t overwhelm yourself too much either. If you’re having a hard time, then take a break. Go on a walk or something. Inspiration will come to you, and when it does you will write a beautiful song about it. Okay?” You gave him a small pep talk and he smiled fondly up at you. “Thanks Y/N. You always know what to say.” He told you and you shrugged. “What are best friends for?” Your response made your own heart sink. You couldn’t help but notice Hoseok’s pained expression as you said that, but he masked it so quickly that you swore you were now imagining things.

    In an attempt to lighten the sudden awkward mood you joked, “Anyways, if you’re looking for inspiration why not just write a song about me? Or better yet just write me a song.” Hoseok looked up at you, “I’ve already written you a song.” Your heart jumped and your mouth suddenly went dry. “You have?” You asked him quietly, shock coloring your words. He suddenly came to the realization of what had spilled out of his mouth and his eyes widened, “Yeah, um, I wrote you a song when I first…er, well, a while ago.” He corrected himself mid sentence and you eyed him suspiciously. Your heart was beating a mile a minute and you were sure you were going to get a heart attack any minute now.

    “When you first what?” You pushed and all he could do was stare at you. It looked as if he was mentally debating whether or not to tell you. You gave him a pleading look and he exhaled nervously. “When… when I first fell in love with you.” His words made you freeze on the spot. Did he really just confess to you? Hoseok, your best friend, your crush. The person you love more than anyone else in this entire world. Someone who meant the actual world to you, just told you they loved you. And the look of sincerity in his eyes only confirmed that.

    Your frozen state sent Hoseok into a panic, “I-I understand if you don’t feel the same way. I don’t expect you to. I know this is going to make our friendship awkward, but I’m willing to move on if you’ll just stay by my side, even if it’s just as my best friend. I don’t want to lose you and-” You cut him off surprisingly with a kiss. He looked up at you wide eyed and shocked, but with no protests. It wasn’t long before your hands tangled themselves in his hair and his hands gripped at your waist pulling you as close as he could. Trying not to leave not even one inch of space between you two. You stood in between his legs, head bent down in a deep passionate kiss. All feelings unknown to each other revealed in one lip-lock.

    You both pulled away out of breath and you rested your forehead on his. “I’ve loved you for awhile now too, Hoseok. I just never thought you felt the same way.” You explained, giddy over the fact that Hoseok shared the same feelings towards you that you did towards him. He gave you a quick peck on the lips before responding. “I didn’t think you liked me. I always thought you had a thing for Namjoon since you two seemed to always talk in private.” His jealousy clearly showing through his words. You laughed, “Namjoon knew I had a crush on you. Every time he pulled me away was to try and convince me to confess to you.” You explained and Hoseok looked relieved. You two shared another kiss; the need for each other clearly showing.

    “Do you want to read it?” Hoseok asked you in between kisses. You stopped to look at him, “Read what?” You asked him with curiosity. He pulled away and grabbed the notebook resting on his desk before turning to one of the pages and handing it to you.

     “The song I wrote for you.” He said as you grabbed the notebook with shaky hands and began reading the lyrics. Every line written made your heart soar and the butterflies in your stomach flutter. There was so much emotion and love written in every line that you started to cry. It gave a detailed account of how his feelings began and developed for you. It was such a beautiful song, and you felt like it didn’t deserve to be written about you. You wished there was a way you could portray and show him how much you loved him like how he did with the song.

    “Ah~ Y/N, don’t cry.” He said standing up from his chair and pulling you into an embrace. “It’s just so beautiful. Thank you, Hoseok. This means so much to me.” You told him as he planted a kiss on your forehead. You wrapped your hands around his waist and stayed there, for what seemed like forever, hearing the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat.

    Your sudden moment was interrupted by a screaming Jin. “HOSEOK! Y/N! I MADE DINNER! Come and ge-I KNEW IT!” He screeched happily as the door swung open and he caught you and Hoseok in each other’s arms. You and Hoseok jumped from each other startled at the sudden intrusion. “I knew you two would get together! It was so obvious! Now, love birds, come get your dinner before all of the other boys finish it.” He ordered before walking away, leaving you and Hoseok alone once again.

    Hoseok and you stared at each other for a couple of seconds before bursting into a fit of laughter. He suddenly grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. His hand warm and soft to the touch. You had held hands before, but now with your feelings out in the open, the action seemed more intimate and romantic. Something you didn’t mind and wished would happen more often.

    “Come on. Jin’s right. If we don’t go now the food will be gone. You know how delicious Jin’s food is.” He reminded you pulling you out of his studio and into the kitchen. Thankfully, there was still plenty of food left when you got there. You spent the rest of the night getting teased by the boys over your new relationship with Hoseok and helping him out with his mixtape.

    The song he wrote for you eventually got produced and earned the first spot on his mixtape. 

a/n Hope you all liked it!! My first post on this blog I am beyond happy and excited! Thanks to Cel for helping me edit this! Please send in requests!!!