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I gasp once, and in that breath, I accept you in | Epilogue

🏵️ Wordcount: 3k 🏵️ Genre: Fluff/angst/smut | From strangers to lovers!AU • FWB!AU 🏵️ Jungkook x Reader 🏵️ Description: In which Jungkook arrives to your small town to spend the holidays, and you slowly let go of all the ghosts of your past 🏵️ Warnings: age difference (10 years gap, both characters are adults); mention of panic attack; characters death (not the main protagonists); 🏵️ A/N: if you follow me for a little while, you know I’m having a hard time with writing and sharing my works since I’ve posted this story -especially on Tumblr. I didn’t feel like sitting down and complete the epilogue -but I pushed myself hard to finish it, so here it is. This goes to all the lovely people who read the first two parts and let me know their opinion; and to the lovely people who always had/have a kind word toward me and my stories. Consider it my present for you, because you deserve a nice ending. Probably gonna take a small break from writing because I don’t have the right mind to dedicate so many hours to it, see you around 🐰

If someone would’ve told you that you’d end up spending your days far away from the blinding lights of a big city, you’d have surely laughed at the top of your lungs. 

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what is love? - myg (drabble)

pairing: min yoongi x female reader

genre: best friends to lovers au

warning: none

authors note: i have been writing a lot of jjk stuff and i swear i love all 7 members so i’m determined to put out all my works with all members to prove it 😩😩😩 enjoy this work that i started in october 💀

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“yoongi, what is love?” you ask him. his body physically freezes, his muscles visibly tense with the random question. you felt bad for asking, thinking you might’ve upset him in some way, when, in reality, it was the furthest from the truth.

“why do you ask?” he refutes, trying to purposely derail the conversation away from him as best as he could.

you and yoongi were nestled in the warmth of his studio: him currently working on a project and you working on a project of your own. you were a writer, a published and successful one at that, and you found that a lot of your novels have come from motivation from within your own life. scenarios that played out differently had YOU done something differently. your life wasn’t nearly as interesting as the characters you created, but you wished that the things you’ve conjured up for each person had actually happened to you.

you were a hopeless romantic, and it seemed to be a viral curse that came with being an author of certain genres (your mind instantly wandered to all the penelope douglas novels you’ve binge read overnight). you have written out beautiful stories about finding love in the most curious of places. however, you’ve never experienced it for yourself.

or maybe you have and you don’t really care to admit that you have fallen under the “best friends to lovers” trope you always lean to when you plan out your stories.

you loved yoongi, simple as that.

but what is it to him?

“i’m trying to gather a male’s perspective of love and you’re the only male i trust. plus, you have such a poetic way with words, with you being a lyricist and all, that maybe you could give me something to use,” you state. it was true, you were currently tackling a new project. you have never written a story where the male has fallen in love before the female.

you’ve seen many dramas with it but you wanted something different but familiar in a sense. it wasn’t like you to ask for help, usually entrapping yourself in your office space at home for weeks at a time. usually it would be yoongi who would stop by every day to assure you’ve showered and eaten at some point. hell, he’s even wrestled you to a flat surface of some sort and forced your eyes shut just so you could get some type of rest.

“and you think i’ve been in love before?” he asks incredulously. you roll your eyes and then narrow them at him, hinting the fact that you know he has.

and he has.

he’s told you all about his first love: the piano. he wrote an entire song about it. although that wasn’t the type of love you were going for, love is love. you needed something to get you out of this writer’s block you were quicksanded into.

“what about first love? a song about your literal first love?” you chide, folding your legs underneath you to sit on them.

“it was about a piano,” he lied, snorting in response.

yes, he lied. to the world and especially, to you.

first love was never about his piano. well.. not entirely. sure, his first passion was the piano. but his first love? it was you. it still is. it always will be.

you and yoongi have achieved the good ol’ “childhood bestfriends” badge when you guys met at a ripe age of 6. you had moved in from the states and were forced to integrate into a korean-speaking classroom. you were shy and reserved, opting to play alone. yoongi noticed you and he also noticed the way the kids started to belittle your ethnic differences. he found you amusing. not in a childlike sense, but in a fatuation kind of way. he found your differences to be a breath of fresh air, staring at you to drink in as much as he could. it took all the courage in the world to speak to you at last, hoping you didn’t revert back into yourself, isolating away completely.

but he should’ve known better. when you first noticed him approaching you, you offered a gentle smile. you offered the first exchange of words, initiating a conversation. yoongi and you played together all day, basking in each others presence. yoongi couldn’t wait for the day to end so it could be tomorrow and he could see you all over again.

when he asked his mother why he was always so excited to see you, she jokingly told him it was young love. when he still felt this way a decade later, he knew it was more than that.

he loved you in a way he couldn’t describe with words. yoongi had always been an “actions speak louder than words” kind of guy. but you were a linguist. you valued words more than actions. so he tried to love you in your own language and wrote first love.

he didn’t think much of the song other than as an outlet. he told his members he wasn’t even considering to use the song as his solo piece for the album. but the more he listened to it, the more he couldn’t deny how good it felt to hear his voice say all that he wanted. he wanted nothing more than to show you it. and he did.

from a distance.

he emailed you the song (despite violating literally every lawful stipulation held against him by his company) and asked you for an honest review.

of course you loved it. you loved every piece of work that yoongi put out. you knew that his love language was actions, so when he spoke with words it never seized to amaze you with how much he actually wanted to say. and when you told him that, he felt his heart clench with absolute pride and joy.

he wanted to tell you the inspiration behind the song. my god, did he want to tell you. but he’s read your novels and he knows what your characters meant when they say “i could never confess for the fear of losing you is greater than the fear of never having loved you at all.” (btw, he nearly got that tattooed on him after he read the line in your first book because it was so painstakingly relatable.)

so when he glanced over to the keyboard nestled against the wall of his studio, he mustered up the best lie as humanly possible.

“it’s about my piano,” he told you. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, not quite understanding how in the hell this song was about an inanimate object but you shrugged and continued nonetheless.

needless to say, he changed the lyrics into the song it is today. to prevent further embarrassment than what he’d already endured. and he stuck with the story about his first love always being his piano. and he stuck with hiding and withholding his emotions from you.

“love is love, gi. i really just need some sort of inspiration. i feel like my head is going to burst,” you groan, your head rolling back from exhaustion. yoongi chuckled at your actions, spinning around to look at you. he noted the fact that you discarded your shoes, probably long ago. your glasses sat perched on the keyboard of your laptop, scattered sheets of paper overtaking the coffee table. you felt comfortable here, in his safe space. that made his heart race a bit, those small actions meaning more to him than you’ll ever know.

“well, what specifically did you want to know?” he asks, feeding into your curiosity. you heave a deep sigh before picking your head back up. you reach for your glasses, sliding them onto your face before you gather your notepad and pencil.

“how did you know you were in love?” you asked, scribbling down the question. yoongi grew silent, trying to pre-select the proper words to avoid detection.

“uhm… i guess it was when i realized how codependent i was. i couldn’t live, breath, eat or sleep without my piano. whenever i was away. i wished time would speed up so i could see it again. when i was playing, i felt like nothing else mattered. because nothing else did,” yoongi smiled, your face and the memories of your childhood floating in his head as he spoke. he could hear the scribbling of your pencil as you took note of what he said. he watched you with pure adoration.

he wanted to tell you. now would’ve been the perfectly romantic time to do so. but he wasn’t so sure how. he knew you needed words. but how do you tell a love story novelist the right words to explain how he felt? you have written every word in a million different ways to perfectly describe how a confession should go. an omission to how you would want it to go. how could he give that to you?

“if your piano was a girl, she would be the luckiest woman in the world,” you chuckle, a tinge of jealousy underlying in your tone. yoongi, ever the oblivious one, missed it. all he could hang onto was the fact that you said what you had said. you would only have to consider one lucky if it’s something you would want for yourself. did you want to be loved by him?

no, no, no. he couldn’t allow his mind to wander that way. he didn’t want to break his own heart by filling it up with unnecessary hope. but he had to know.

“what do you mean?” he asks, adding in a playful to chuckle to lighten the severity of the question.

it was do or die time for you. either you could be honest and tell him how you really felt, or you could cower away and continue to vicariously live through your characters. you wished you had more time to outweigh each outcome before making such a critical decision. but this wasn’t a novel and you weren’t fictional. this was real and you had to put on your big girl panties and make a choice. god, did you hope you weren’t making a consequential mistake.

“any woman would be lucky to be loved by you yoongi,” you shrug. further scribbling down your conversation onto your notepad.

“even you?” he asked. your eyes widened and the pencil slipped from your grip, a soft clattering sound echoing in the silence. was this happening? was this actually happening? are both of you really panicking at the moment?

“i mean, yeah of course. i’ve always told you i would be better off with you than with any of my shitty exes,” you joke. yes, a joke. that should ease the tension right? that should make the tension less palpable and the air less stiff.

“ya know, when i was first writing first love, i almost didn’t do it…” yoongi trails off. you furrow your eyebrows at the sudden topic change, but decided to roll with it.

“why? it’s such a good song. it’s actually one of my favorite songs written by you,” you confess. this makes yoongi smile to himself.

“it wasn’t about a piano at first. it was about a girl i had learned to fall in love with over time,” yoongi says, absentmindedly speaking out loud. you clung to his words, hoping that it didn’t lead to heartache in the end.

“her love language differs from mine greatly. she prefers words over actions. she needs them. and not words of validation because she practices self validation in her own way, which only makes me love her more. but the kind of words she prefers are poetic ones, ones where metaphors show the extravagance of its significance. she basks in the way words warm her spirit and her soul. she prefers words like alluring and pulchritudinous over cute and beautiful. but that doesn’t mean beautiful doesn’t make her heart race. i don’t even know how to spell pulchritudinous,” yoongi chuckles softly. you were teared up at this point, the tears dancing on your waterline as they wait for the right moment to fall uninterrupted.

“and god i hope she loves me back. i’ve built up some sense of hope because she knows my love language is the opposite of hers. she shows she cares for me in the way that she silently sits next to me in the mornings as i mull over my day. i know she always has a million questions but she lets me sit and stew in my emotions before communicating in the way that we do. it’s the way that she keeps me company from a distance. because even though i value alone time, i prefer being alone with her. while she does her thing and i do mine. it’s the way she knows i love acts of service. whether that be her grocery shopping for me or cooking the food itself. or when she knows how tired i get that cleaning my room is the lowest priority on my list but she still comes to my house and cleans my room for me so i can just go straight to sleep. i know she’s a linguist and words are her entire being and way of life. but when she loves me with her actions, in a language i understand and value, it makes me want to read the god damn dictionary just so i can shower her in whatever words she loves most.”

my god you’ve never cried this much. the tears couldn’t stop, even if you begged them to. you were so overwhelmed with love for this man that you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“i’ve never really thought to tell her. despite my showering her in her love language, i could never find the proper words to say to explain how i felt at the time. then she wrote her first book. i remember she stayed up all night stressing about the outcome. and when she finished and she published it, i remember feeling this overwhelming joy for her. i felt so proud of her and the story itself. i stood in line when it first came out and was the first one to buy it. i think i finished the book in a span of two hours. and then i read it again and again and i still read it now, even after all this time. i read it so i could get the same feeling i did when i read my favorite line,” yoongi continues.

“what was your favorite line?” you sob. yoongi smiled at you and pulled himself closer to, sitting on the opposite side of the table.

“actually, there’s two. the first one was ‘i could never confess for the fear of losing you is greater than the fear of never having loved you at all.’ it resonated so well with me because i loved her so fucking much. she was the only person in the world that i wanted around me all the time. everyone always says that its better to have loved and lost than better to have never loved at all. but they’re so fucking wrong. because although loving her would be the greatest privilege known to man, the fear of losing her is so much greater because i would rather die than to not have her in my life,” he murmurs, fingers fiddling with one another. you gulp in anticipation, clinging onto every second that passes between you two.

“and the second quote?” you ask hesitantly.

“the second quote? it’s from her first book too. the girl finally confesses to the guy and the guy says to her ‘i have never known a love greater than yours for it has taught me the power of loving myself by loving you’. you have made me a better man. a better artist. a better friend, yn. and if i'm alone in this, tell me now. because, god, i love you," yoongi breathes out. it felt as all time has stopped and that the world was frozen. and for you, that would be alright because then you would get to be here with him, forever.

“have i ever left you alone when you needed me most?” you reply. and to yoongi, that was better than anything you could’ve ever said. because you haven’t. even when the darkness of the night demanded it’s attention and imposed loneliness, you were the light that cut through it all, insisting that your presence was brighter than any light the moon could’ve casted. and what did that mean? yoongi didn’t need anything else. he didn’t need the loneliness and he didn’t need to ever be alone. he had you. and it seemed to him that you were saying that he always will.

and to him? well.. isn’t that what love was?

Ahhhhh thank you for tagging me @writemywaytoyourheart 🥺🤍

My Result:

Hobicore

ur hobicore!!! u remind me of bright colours, and bold, fun and very cutesy looks ! ur a very fun and outspoken person :)

Well I didn't expect it, but tbh it kinda fits 😂💕 I'm definitely happy with the result >:3

Thanks again for tagginge me, it was much fun to do! I'll tag: @taerseok @scribblemetae and @guwukie (if they haven't done it yet) and my other friends that I'm too lazy to tag 😂 sorry not sorry :)

bts core

This is so cute!! Thank you to the lovely @ccypher3 for tagging me!!

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taecore

ur taecore! u remind me of warm colours, art and comfy earth toned clothes! u are an artistic and cozy person

I’m kind of shocked and this is definitely not what I was expecting but I don’t hate it! I guess I give off taehyung vibes?? 👀

this is too cute and I loved taking this quiz! @btsbias @applehairjin  @kooksmos @taegiseok @taetheking @moonchild1 @xjoonchildx @sweetpjm @gguksgalaxy @taemeout​ – I would love to see what y'all get!!

Hey fam, sorry to get a little serious but before tonight’s update, i just wanted to share something.

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pls help.

hey guys,

sorry I haven't been updating, there's been a lot going on. I've honestly never ever ever wanted to do this but I seriously need help rn.

I literally do not care about food or gas or literally anything but my dog right now. She's got some problems with her teeth and I can't afford to get them fixed. It could be causing breathing issues and it is definitely just hurting her rn. I've been declined for financial help for who knows what reason and idk what to do. I have nothing.

I've decided to start a gofundme and see if I can get even a little bit of help from that. I've been hesitating putting it here but again I'm desperate. If you guys know of any other way I can also get help pls pls pls let me know.

I hate asking anything of you guys I feel sick about it and I'm trying so hard not to cry rn. Literally anything helps. I'm so so so sorry I'm even having to post this. I know everyone is struggling rn which makes me feel a million times worse even thinking about asking.

Maybe I can do some personalized drabbles or something for you guys, anything you want. I'll write whatever idc, whatever you want. I just cannot watch my best friend be in silent pain anymore.

If you can help at all by donating or sharing or anything I will literally be in your debt for like ever.

Daisy's gofundme

ILY <3

-chip

idk what to tag to get this seen im sorry

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When did you send this? And how dumb do I have to be to not see it? (Nvm it's me we're talking about sooooo 😂)

Thank you for the kind ask btw! Never thought I would get something like this 👀 Thank you again! Haha idk what to say 🤗💙

Jungkook: Deep Breath (3)

In which Junction really hates your microwave.

Tags/warnings: Alien!Jungkook part 9643 I guess, human!Reader, futuristic, Angst, Fluff, strangers to lovers, eventual smut, jungkook is VERY touchy, Alien shenanigans and scary human things

Additional Chapter Warnings: scary home appliances, some angst, kook has it bad for mc

Chapter Length: mid/long

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At this point, you've learned that while you're both similar in some things, there's a lot of things Jungkook has never seen before.

He'd just started to work nowadays; finally settling in, a routine slowly forming around the two of you. It's oddly nice to not be home alone the entire time anymore- your own job giving you the ability to work from home, at your own pace, as long as you met the deadlines.

And when Jungkook is home, you try and give him a bit of quiet time, so you do all thw loud household chores while he's at work. You don't know why you're like this- you're normally not this considerate with anyone.

You've been told by a friend who has a Kumya in his apartment too, that some of the things he does aren't just simply quirks of his kind that meant nothing more than being friendly- like how he keeps asking if you'd like to sleep in his room for some made up reasons like 'there's a storm outside, what if the power goes out?' or 'maybe I'm scared..', or how he stays close to you even if he's tired and you're just working on some boring software he knows all about.

But you deny any of that- he's just especially kind, nothing more.

"I like this." He says, making you jump up in shock as he stands behind you with his empty cereal bowl- his eyes widening and brows raising to show his concern. "I'm sorry- I always forget you humans don't have very good senses." He tells you, and you laugh it off, shaking your head as you lean against your kitchen counter.

"No no, it's more-" you look at him, and his bright eyes, before you're smiling reassuringly. "Its more the whole.. talking inside my head thing that startles me." You explain, and he nods.

"Ah, I see." He answers. "I'll.. I can-" He starts, looking troubled, before you put a hand on his shoulder, making him stare at it.

"Dont worry jungkook." You tell him, referring to his mask still covering half his face. "What did I say yesterday?" You ask, and he sighs out physically, before his voice is back in your head.

"Everything at my pace." He says, before he leans his head on your hand still on his shoulder affectionately- another thing about his kind that you still have to get used to. His constant cuddling, his puppy dog eyes when you'd told him you'd sleep in different rooms at the beginning of the week, the overall physical affection he shows like second nature- it's all a little different to him than to you, considering that its as natural as shaking hands for him.

And so you can't help how your heart beats faster as you watch the moment unfold, before he looks at you again with happy eyes, holding out his empty bowl. "Can I have some more cereal?"

"yeah yeah! Sure, you don't have to ask." you chuckle, before you part from him, microwave suddenly beeping to signal that your food was ready.

It all happens so quickly.

You can see how Jungkooks typically white pupils suddenly turn into cat-like slits, before you're held close to his chest, both of you on the ground. there's an almost growling sound coming from him before you notice him.. Trembling?

"kook?" you ask hesitantly, looking up to see him stare down your microwave with eyes like daggers. He's still holding you, until you slowly move around. "hey, it's just the microwave-?" you wonder, before he suddenly hides his face in your shoulder, and.. Cries? "hey hey, nothing happened, I'm sorry if that scared you-"

"no no it's.." he starts, but he needs a moment to collect himself it seems. "it.. I thought it would, you know.." he starts, but you just run a hand over his back, reassuring him. "sorry. I'll get used to it soon." he echoes in your thoughts.

"thank you." you say instead, making him move a bit to look at you, eyes all round and glossy. "for protecting me you know? Thanks." you say with a smile, and he starts to grin proudly at that, quickly becoming a bit bashful even.

If you only knew what you're doing, he thinks to himself.

This was one of the best things I've ever read! It's a masterpiece and whoever hasn't read that one, should do so asap!

When I got to read this, I was so speechless, it was as if I never learned how to talk properly?? It gave me sOoo many feels that I was angry, happy and excited all at once? And damn Jihyuk, or whatever his fucking name was, he deserved more than just that slap oof I would have probably smashed his head against a table or something....or maybe I would have just drowned him lmao 😊

I still can't get over how awesome it was and oofie I'll make you both regret what you did. I'm still very much offended about that team up, cause 2 vs 1 is unfair sOoo I planed something big, will take time tho...hope you both don't mind waiting a bit. The good thing is that I can destroy you guys and that's exactly what I want 😈

Thank you both for doing such a great job at killing me and letting everyone see how talented you both are! I'm always amazed how people can create these kinds of stories that just lets people feel with the characters or in general gets someone hooked so badly that you can't stop reading it (I'll probably read it over and over again and in 1 year I'll still be talking about it, cause it's really damn good) Again thank you Penelope and Eris for doing such a great job at creating this masterpiece! Be proud and never stop writing, cause you guys are talented af! 💜

La Luxure (m.)

↳ Thank you to @kim-seok-jin for the beautiful banner and dividers, and to @chillingtae​ for helping her with it! ^^

Heartbroken and done with relationships, Y/N decides to vent about her breakup to the sweetest bartender. Yet just a glance in his dark eyes is enough to tell her that maybe, just maybe she won’t spend the night crying for an ex-boyfriend, but drowning in her lust for him instead.

↠ Pairing: Jungkook × f.reader

↠ Word Count: 10.9k

↠ Genres: Angst, smut, fluff, (slight) crack (if you squint)

↠ Rating: 18+

↠ Trigger Warnings: Breakups and toxic relationship, cheating, swearing, physical fight, drama, alcohol, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected sex, hinted voyeurism, one night stand, long foreplay, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, spanking, degrading, creampie

⇢ This story was written as a birthday gift to @rubinora. We hope you had an amazing day! :D ⇠

Soojin: Y/N come quick.

You take a deep breath. I’m almost there, Soojin, I’m almost there. The sound of your footsteps against the pavement is the only thing you hear. You would’ve made it. You would’ve made it in time if it wasn’t for your pesky co-workers.

To the usual person, it is a cool Friday night. 

To you, it is one of the worst days of your life.

… Or maybe you wouldn’t go as far as to call it that. Maybe, in the future, you would even call this one of your good days.

But for now? 

You smile bitterly, uncaring who sees. Right now- there’s nothing more you want to do than scream. Yell. Anything to take away the fury and pain burning bright in your chest.

Your eyes fall on a couple as you pass them by, reminding you of the reason you’re out in the streets this late at night, instead of relaxing at home. 

Jihyuk. 

Your boyfriend. 

Someone you had a deep admiration for. Someone you loved. 

Someone who doesn’t feel the same way anymore. 

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It's so sweet and ahhhhhh I just love this! 😔👌🏻💕

4 o’clock

—Pairing: Taehyung × reader (mostly platonic)

—Synopsis: “...So, what is it that keeps you up at night?”

—Word Count: 893

—Genre: Fluff? Maybe hurt/comfort

—Triggers: Implied insomnia, tiny bit of sadness, a curse word here or there

A/N: this may or may not be a sort of sequel to 'Serendipity next door', you're welcome.

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“...So, what is it that keeps you up at night?” Taehyung asks. You can hear the hesitation in his voice, which is completely understandable. He doesn’t know a lot about your condition.

“Thoughts.” You answer vaguely, smiling a little as the wind passes by, your hair flowing with it. It’s dark like one would expect at four in the morning. The bench is cold to the touch. Comfortable enough with Taehyung by your side though.

“Thoughts?”

“Yeah. I just keep thinking and thinking,” the bird in the tree catches your eye. You keep your eyes on it, its little feet skipping forward on the branch every other moment. It chirps, however quietly, though nothing comes to answer.

“About what?” Taehyung’s brows furrow. You sigh heavily, leaning back on the bench to look up at the blue sky. There’s a very faint light rising from the east, almost passing by undetected, but you see it. You see the gradual sunrise, the little bird that chirps from time to time. Going quiet, you think about how to reply.

You hum, thoughts whirring. “Stuff. I don’t know.” You shrug. “Little thoughts like wanting to get coffee. They eventually turn to me thinking about my problems. Oh, you have to see that coworker tomorrow. Did you finish work? If you did, you better check one last time, just in case! Those kinds of things. Time just passes way too quickly.”

“So you decided to call me to accompany you and your thoughts?” He smirks, making you shake your head. “Not… particularly,” your voice rings louder in the silent park, where you had suggested to come after you couldn’t sleep no matter how hard you tried. Your shoe scrapes the ground before you click your tongue and decide not to do that. It disturbs the quiet.

“You are calm. I need someone to talk to. Things just fit, you know?” You pause, thinking over what you just said. “Or something like that, anyway. Don’t you wonder how much meaning everything holds? Or how much you could just… think? Where does it end?”

“Does it ever?” Taehyung frowns, crossing his arms. “That bird,” you gesture to it, making Taehyung look towards the tree, “It must have a family too, right? Someone it’s calling to. But it’s lonely. I don’t want to be lonely.”

His lips tug up into a smile. “You won’t. I’ll be here with you.”

“You better,” you roll your eyes. “...Can you put your arm around me?”

“...My arm?”

“Yeah! Like…” you turn to him, frowning a little, before taking his arm to put it around your shoulders. “Like this.”

“Oh. Okay then,” he scoots closer. “You’re warm. It helps.” Taehyung chuckles softly. “If you’re cold, then we should head home.” You rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. “Home isn’t the same as this park though.”

“Are you planning to stay till sunrise then?”

“No. But just a bit longer.”

“You might as well fall asleep here,” he says, making you open your eyes to give him a side glance. “Then you get to drive me home.”

“No. I’m going to leave you here to get eaten by the birds.” You roll your eyes. “Geez, what a wonderful thing to do to a friend, Tae,” you say bitterly. He laughs again. “You talk about one thing and then skip to the next in a heartbeat.”

“Well, that explains why I called you. I think too much.”

He nods. “Too much, too quickly. Go to sleep.”

“On your shoulder?”

“If you want to.”

“But you’ll leave me to the birds.” On the verge of laughter again, he kisses your forehead gently. “I won’t. If the park makes you happy, we can come here every day.”

“Thanks.”

“...You’re welcome.”

You nod a little, mindlessly. “I’m not lonely because you’re here,” you mumble. “If you leave, then the birds will eat me. So you better not leave your friend behind.”

“I won’t, really.”

A breeze goes past you again. “Good. Buy me some instant ramen on the way home. I don’t want to embarrass myself by saying I have to get cafeteria lunch again.”

“Aish, fine.”

“Thanks. You’re the best.”

The bird chirps again, calling for someone, you muse. A little while passes. You hear another bird accompany the one from before. It makes the park a bit more lively.

Surroundings fade away, sounds die down. Your even breathing makes Taehyung realize that you’re sleeping- thank goodness. He was scared you’d be able to hear how fast his heart was beating, just from being that close.

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It’s around seven when your alarm rings. You reach out to turn it off, throw it, do whatever to get it to stop.

Head hanging low, you admit defeat, getting up. God damn it, why do people have to go to work so early?

Rubbing your eyes to clear your vision, you see a packet of ramen sitting on the kitchen counter.

...Well.

Time to start getting ready for another day at the office. At least you have Taehyung to call once your shift ended. Maybe you’d go to the park again?

It surprises you a little how excited you get as you think more about it.

In the apartment next to yours, Taehyung is wondering the same exact thing - how he can’t wait to see you again.

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