Begin Again | Kth

ROOMMATES NOMIN

what they would wear when they sneak into your room at night to lay the pipe!

jeno:

jaemin:

death by a thousand cuts | njm

summary : in which you find yourself watching as jaemin gradually becomes out of reach; forcing you to confront the painful reality that your story is heading towards an inevitable end, even if you’re not ready to admit it.

pairing : jaemin x fem! reader

genre : college au, angst

word count : 2.5k

playlist : the last time, you’re losing me, sad beautiful tragic

in your dimly lit room, the blue light from your phone screen cast a cold hue as you stared at the last message you received from jaemin. you had been seeing the same words for what felt like an eternity, as if they were mocking you, each repetition intensifying the sense of heartache and resignation you felt.

'i’ll be right back'

you let out a heavy sigh, carrying the burden of disappointment and frustration. a week had passed in the blink of an eye, and his silence felt louder than ever. you were stuck in a cycle of waiting, hoping things would change with each passing moment.

jaemin’s words had become an echo of broken promises. it wasn't the first time, but the disappointment still hurt. you glanced at the screen, feeling a mix of emotions. the exhaustion of always being the only one begging for effort and acknowledgement bore down on you. with a heavy heart, you set your phone down, facing the reality that you needed to let go of the relationship that no longer served you.

paper cuts had turned into gashes. the resentment over small things, continuously dismissed thinking they weren't significant enough, had boiled over, sending you to your gradual demise.

FIVE MONTHS AGO

'hey jaem, are you doing something right now? i miss you :('

‘i’m sorry, baby. i'm not done with my cases and research yet. also we’re studying for upcoming exams’

‘oh, okay. no worries! make sure to get enough rest when you’re home.’

‘you too, love’

a twinge of sadness and disappointment crept into your heart. while you understood the gravity of jaemin's aspirations and the difficult nature of dating a medical student, the challenges of your on-and-off relationship lingered. this was the longest you had gone through with jaemin without breaking up. resisting the urge to let past grievances resurface, you chose to keep most of your emotions to yourself, knowing that voicing them out was not going to make anything better and would only add to his stress. you didn't want to burden jaemin with your feelings or ignite conflicts during a time where his focus needed to be on his studies.

you busied yourself by scrolling through your phone and randomly navigating your friends' instagram stories. jeno's post grabbed your attention, featuring a group picture that included your boyfriend. however, your focus shifted when you noticed eunbin among the faces. her connection with jaemin as his childhood friend, as well as her evident feelings for him even before you entered the picture, weighed on your mind. you felt a bit uneasy thinking about the situation. you wondered if her being around might bring back unresolved feelings or make things even more complicated for you and jaemin.

you tossed your phone on the bed, redirecting your attention to something else to shake off the sudden drop in mood. even though you didn't want to feel jealous of eunbin, it was hard not to. she liked your boyfriend and confessed to him before you got together. despite his reassurances and the clear boundaries he set, a pang of jealousy still remained. you had to accept eunbin's role as one of his closest friends, a constant presence in his life. there was not much you could do to change it.

after a long day of busying yourself to focus more on your academic life, you felt your phone buzz with a text message from jaemin.

‘hey! are you free today? let’s go on a date :) i miss you a lot.’

‘sorry, im too tired to go out these days. i just want to rest after spending so much time studying’

‘oh no baby :( it’s fine. do you want anything? we can just stay and laze around all day in your place instead. but only if you want to’

‘okay’

an hour later, you heard a buzz at your door, and there was jaemin, wearing a smile and holding some of your favorite snacks. you took them from him as he settled into your place. while you prepared the food, jaemin came up from behind, giving you a hug and planting a gentle kiss on the back of your head. he then rested his chin on your shoulder.

"we don't see each other a lot these days. i missed you so much," your heart tightened, a sudden rush of longing and sadness enveloping you. you missed him a lot too. since you got back together, you've been suppressing a lot of your thoughts to avoid another breakup. however, the past few months have been challenging, and you felt like even the smallest thing might cause you to break down emotionally.

“i missed you too,” you whispered in reply.

jaemin was not clueless. you've been together for more than two years and he could easily sense if there was something off about you. he noticed that you began to distance yourself from him. your responses to his messages were brief and dry, picking up on the growing disconnection. he, too, was afraid to bring it up, opting to ignore the underlying problems that had been bothering both of you for a while. he would rather pretend as if everything was fine than risk a conversation and face the possibility of losing you again.

he feared that if you two were to break up once more, it might truly be the end. a sharp stab of pain coursed through his chest with that thought.

THREE MONTHS AGO

you were starting to fall asleep when your peace was suddenly interrupted by your phone ringing. noticing it was a call from mark, you answered.

‘mark?’

‘hey, y/n, sorry to bother you. can you pick jaemin up?’

‘huh? where?’

‘we’re at a bar right now, i’ll text you the address. i can’t bring all of us home and i also drank a little. hope you don’t mind.’

‘yeah, it’s fine. i’ll be on my way.’

‘thanks y/n.’

you left your place once you received the address from mark. you arrived at the bar a little later, scanning the place for the familiar group of guys. you spotted mark, struggling to separate himself from haechan's grasp.

“hey.”

“oh, y/n, you’re here.” jeno waved at you. “jaemin, your girlfriend’s here.” jeno shook him violently, prompting him to get up.

“y/n, did you know? jaemin said that you’ve been-“ haechan groaned in pain as mark slapped his back to stop him from talking.

“you guys should go. jaemin is dead drunk, he almost fell asleep on the bathroom.”

“alright, we’re off. you guys take care on your way home.” you bid farewell to them as you held jaemin for support.

the night air was cool as you stepped outside, hailing for a cab. after some effort, you managed to get him inside, settling into the backseat. jaemin was mostly asleep on the ride home. despite some difficulty getting him out and bringing him to your place, you eventually managed to settle him on the couch. you took off his shoes before getting a damped towel and offering him a glass of water.

“jaemin, do you need anything?” you asked him quietly while wiping his face with the towel. he was silent for a while as you helped him into a more comfortable position.

“you’ve been spending a lot of time with eric,” he murmured. you raised your eyebrows in confusion. you’ve only seen the guy twice this week for some club related-activities.

“stop seeing him, or he might get the wrong idea.”

oh.

jaemin had mentioned before that he didn't like eric, claiming that whenever you two took a break, the latter guy saw it as an opportunity to make a move on you. however, jaemin misinterpreted eric's intention, being one of your friends who comforted you during your breakups. while he hinted at liking you at some point, he respected your boundaries and never attempted to cross the line. all your friends knew that jaemin was the center of your world, even at times when you were supposed to forget about him.

“we’ll talk about that tomorrow when you’re sobered up. you need to get some rest now.” you said, standing up to get him a pillow and a blanket. however, he held your wrist, pulling you back to sit on the couch.

“you’ve changed…” he uttered out of the blue, and a sigh escaped your lips. jaemin had a tendency to ramble when he was drunk. it seemed best to let him express whatever was on his mind.

"you used to make time for me, no matter how busy you got. you always found a way for us to spend time together, even when i was swamped with tasks. but now... you're not as affectionate as before and it feels like you love me a little less. you don't get mad, and you don't seem to care even when i try to ignore you on purpose to get your attention. are you getting sick of me?"

your breath shuddered at his sudden confession. it seemed like the first time jaemin was the first to address your situation while being completely honest about his feelings. it never even crossed your mind that he was ignoring you intentionally. up until now, you had always been the one initiating the difficult conversations. every time you bared your soul, hoping jaemin would make things right, it often ended up having the opposite effect. despite his attempts to take your feelings into consideration and provide solace and affirmations, the impact seemed to fade after a few days, leaving you feeling unheard. eventually, you started to question yourself if you were maybe asking for too much. so you stopped trying, which was the turning point that led to your last breakup.

when jaemin asked to get back together, you couldn't bring yourself to refuse, just like all those times you had taken him back before. despite of the emotional turmoil in your relationship, your love for jaemin remained unwavering. being with him, even with the fights and his occasional neglect, felt a thousand times better than not being with him at all. but now, you weren't sure if you could still bear the pain that came with loving him. a sense of uncertainty settled heavily in your heart, feeling a lump formed in your throat.

“you can’t blame me for getting tired when it feels like i’m the only one trying,” your tears began to flow freely, feeling overwhelmed as all your frustrations and hurt hit you all at once. “you keep saying you love me, but your actions say otherwise. i’ve grown sick of showing my love while not seeing you put in the same effort as i do. sometimes, i want to ask if you still love me the way you once did. because if there’s anyone who changed, jaemin, it’s you. you stopped trying the moment our relationship became too comfortable.” you wiped your tears, the sound of muffled sobs echoing in the silence.

“you have no idea how much i’ve been bottling up my feelings. the pain that has built over these years of being with you is suffocating. i want to let out my frustrations, scream at you, and demand your attention, especially when you seem to have time for everyone else but me. even though i know how busy you can get, i can't help but find it unfair, because for you, i would drop everything. i’ve been keeping count of all the times you claimed to be too occupied to be there for me when i needed you the most, only for me to find out that you were hanging out with your friends. your world doesn’t have to revolve around me, but i just want to feel that i still hold a place in your life.”

jaemin's glassy eyes remained fixed on you. even in his intoxicated state, he became acutely aware of all the things he had done wrong in the relationship and the impact it had on you. he had always played it safe, choosing to overlook the signs and letting you suffer on your own. he didn't realize the gravity of the damage he had inflicted on the person he claimed to love. it broke his heart taking in how far he had allowed things to go. with tears streaming down his face, his hand reached out for you.

“i’m so sorry i made you feel that way… i’m sorry for everything,” he whispered in remorse, drawing you into his arms. closing his eyes, he kissed your forehead tenderly as a silent plea for forgiveness. his chest felt heavy with the weight of regret as the painful reality sank in. he wished he could shelter you from every mistake he had ever made.

“i don’t want your apology. i just want us to go back to the way things were before.” your words carried the weight of longing for the happiness that once defined your relationship.

but the air was thick with unspoken truth. you both knew, that no matter what happens now, the two of you can no longer return to how things used to be.

PRESENT

three weeks had passed since the last time you and jaemin spoke. despite sharing tears together that night he got drunk, not much had changed. jaemin became cautious, and you were left wondering whether he would do something to alter the state of your relationship, considering you already said your piece. yet, it appeared that both of you had silently acknowledged the reality that there was little you could do, having allowed things to reach a point beyond saving.

you found yourselves in a tug-of-war, each waiting for the other to end the relationship. however, you hoped he would be the one to pull the trigger this time, because he never made an attempt to ask you to stay. if you were the one to do it, you feared weakness might overcome you if he were to return again. so, you wished for him to take the decisive step to allow you to truly feel that everything was over for both of you. yet, deep down, a small part of you remained hopeful that he would defy your expectations and fight for what was left.

but even when it came down to it, jaemin couldn't muster the courage to call it quits. in your mind, you were begging him not to leave you like this. after everything you had been through together, he couldn't possibly walk away without saying anything.

but as the hours turned to days, days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months, the truth of the matter set in; you must move on to the next phase of your life without reaching a conclusion to the final chapter of your story. until the very end, jaemin couldn't find the words to cut the ties that bound you. instead, he chose the easy way out, one that was hard only for you, leaving behind a heartbreak that time alone couldn't mend and abandoning you to tend to the pieces of your shattered self.

you were left with no choice but to miss him for the rest of your life, each passing moment a reminder of the void he left behind.

I need a fic of reader going to bruno mars concert with woozi 😳

park jisung . drinks . outer space

jisung was not one to get drunk often. when he was out with friends he’d only have one or two, conscious that you were the one that had to take care of him after. but tonight was different, his friends had invited him out telling him to bring his girlfriend so that he wouldn’t have to worry about you home alone. and that’s how jisung ended up in this position, 7 beers and 2 margaritas later, he was cuddled up into your neck, hot breath warming your skin. “baby it’s so so hot in here can you open a window?” your very drunk boyfriend was mumbling into your neck over and over how hot the room was. you grabbed his face having to force him away from you neck, “hey look at me ji, stop putting your face in my neck, you’re just making yourself hot okay?” he slowly nodded as you blew some air into his face, breath making his bangs move around. “but i’m so tired i wanna, wanna go home, and sleep with you” you heard haechan and mark laugh, making some comment about how he was just a big baby, giggling, you deciding that it was time you take your big baby home. as you said your goodbyes (jisung took his time to hug each individual person who attended) jeno gave you a hand carrying him onto a bench outside so you could both wait for your uber. jisung held onto your hand, squeezing it tightly every time a gust of wind would pass by you. “baby look at all the stars, there’s so many, i think that one, that one looks like that thing, you know, the dipper one!” you smiled at your completely clueless boyfriend, “jisung those are street lights” he frowned slightly as a soft “oh” escaped his lips. you kissed his forehead pulling him towards you, worried he would start to get cold, "we should go to space baby, like big space, with a space house, and i'd have alien friends, i don't think i could wear a oxygen tank all the time though, baby you know, like a moon mansion," as your boyfriend rambled on about your nonexistent space house, your uber pulled up in front of you giving you a little honk to signal his arrival. you swung jisung's arm around your shoulders grunting a little at the added weight from the liquor in his system, your boyfriend not helping at all as he slouched on top of you, "okay ji, our spaceship is here to take us home, lets go, come one." as you both sat in the car, jisung's head in your lap you heard him mumbling into the skin of your thigh, "after we get to our space home we should, we should fly to pluto, and then to jupiter's moons, all 600 of them!" you patted his head softly, smiling at his plans to travel space with you. jisung had no idea that you'd travel through the whole galaxy with him if he asked.

forgiveness (i would redo it all if i could)

❛ sure, the joy you exhibit is at his expense, but he can’t bring himself to care. jaemin would walk on burning hot coal if you asked him to. ❜

word count | 7.0k (7,009) genre | fluff with slight angst, humour, pining, idiots 2 lovers lol ━ fratboy!jaemin

the five times jaemin begs for forgiveness apologizes — and the one time you get a taste of your own medicine.

★ warnings | vomiting, humiliation (? not really but), alcohol consumption, and characters jumping to conclusions ★ author’s note | i wrote this instead of studying and it initially started as a drabble but the moment i finished the first part i realized i would just have to keep going. so i did. hope u enjoy this monster ❤️‍🩹

one.

The air reeks of hard liquor. You feel it stick to your skin the moment you step inside the frat house, trailing behind Lia as she zigzags her way through the crowd and into the kitchen. She’s a creature of habit, always following a routine, so it doesn’t surprise you when her first order of business is getting the both of you a drink.

Still, the vodka does nothing to contain your nerves. Bitterly, you eye Lia from the corner of your eye as she makes chit-chat with some friends from her Psychology class; she promised this party would put you out of your misery, but you have been here for all of three minutes and your misery has yet to be put out.

You had hoped — prayed — the trashy EDM and stench of sweat mixed with booze would have a quick effect on your aching heart, that it would snap you out of the wallowing you’ve been doing for the past two days, that it would make you forget about the 25 text messages and 10 missed calls you’ve left unanswered.

But, alas, here you are.

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“I was so good at keeping all of this a secret.”

yoongi x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.9K

a/n: For my lovely @rkivedfiles​, and all the rest of you as well <3 This is simply Kid watching the That That mv with Yoongi for the first time. She’s whipped, we’re all whipped, the song is a bop, I mean what else is there to say? I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

p.s. I wrote this very quickly and I wasn’t planning on writing anything so ignore the fact that it may be poorly written xo 

Sitting on your sofa, you impatiently tapped your foot as you glared at the empty hallway that led from the bedroom to the living space. You had less than two minutes. The countdown was ticking away, and your boyfriend was taking his sweet ass time. Huffing, you threw yourself against the back of the sofa in a dramatic fashion, despite no one being there to see your performance.

“Min!” You shouted in annoyance, accompanied by a groan.

“I’m coming, practice some patience for once,” he called back, a smile obvious in his tone. Rolling your eyes to no one, you bit back a grin of your own. You were briefly distracted from your boyfriend’s looming tardiness by your phone buzzing against the couch cushion. Looking down at the device, you were surprised to see your dad’s contact ID on the screen.

Pulling your eyebrows together in confusion, you unlocked the message to find: Watching this countdown thing, Yoongi and Psy fighting!

“What are you smiling at?” Yoongi’s voice sounded above you, making you look up at him, your grin only growing bigger. Turning the phone towards your boyfriend, you watched as he leaned forward to read the message. “Oh my god,” he said in shock before a gummy smile stretched across his features.

“Who knew my dad was a Psy stan,” you giggled, Yoongi’s shoulders shaking in laughter as he took a seat next to you.

“Hey, maybe he’s a Suga stan,” Yoongi suggested teasingly.

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love is not over.

after getting a divorce two years ago, you can’t exactly say that your feelings for your ex-husband have completely vanished in the course of those depressing and quite miserable months. so when fate decides to play with you once again, letting your paths cross more often than liked thanks to your daughter, you tell yourself that you shouldn’t be as stupid and reckless as you were before—but things aren’t as easy as it seems, especially when taehyung begins to plant the idea that he’s possibly trying to win you back.

pairing: taehyung x reader

word count: 33.3k (use a browser if you’re going to read on mobile !!)

rating: PG-15

content: angst | fluff | exes au | fake dating au (not the main pairing tho) | ft. dad!taehyung, co-worker!namjoon

warning/s: swearing | mentions of divorce / broken family | alcohol consumption | violence (a punch being thrown to someone) | plain heartaches tbh sksksk

opening note. um, to my og readers out there, this is for you sjdksjs but i’m sorry this really took a long time to finish—two years in fact. a lot happened and it made me grow uninspired and even abandon my writing blog but i’m here now and i hope you’ll like the chapters of love is not over compiled into one + the last part that has been long delayed !! i tried editing this a lot to hopefully fix some plot holes or something and at the same time, retained the true ‘essence’ of it from the first time i posted it here way back hehe so if some parts are still meH then that’s the reason sjdksjdk

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“You got a cute butt”

Jeongguk x Reader (or oc)

word count: 876

“Y/n!” Your boyfriend called to you from across your apartment from his position on the couch. He pauses his video game, turning to look at the bathroom where you were pulling your hair up into a bun. You peaked your head out from the bathroom door with your arms up, holding your mess of hair in your hands on the top of your head, humming in response.

“Do you think he likes Overwatch?” He asked. Your heart fluttered at his innocent facial expression, full of curiosity, coupled with his tousled bed hair. Brown pieces were in disarray atop his beautiful head.

You’re so damn cute, you thought. You always thought Jeongguk was cute, but he was especially so this morning. Jeongguk was feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness as you two were preparing to watch your friend’s son for the weekend, and you found it absolutely adorable.

You turn back into the bathroom to grab a hair tie before leaning back out of the bathroom doorway.

“I kind of doubt it Guk. He’s only two.”

“Oh. Right,” he says looking down and then around the room. “What are we supposed to do with him then?” He looks at you with big curious eyes, waiting for a response.

You secure your hair and walk out of the bathroom. “Hmm,” you say as you think. “I’m sure he has toys that they’ll bring over with him.”

Jeongguk’s eyes follow you from the bathroom to the kitchen, wandering over your body. His eyes lingered on your legs as the shirt you slept in, his shirt, brushed along your upper thighs, rising and falling with every step you took as you made your way to the coffee pot.

“And I think he probably has movies he likes to watch,” you continue your thoughts as you pour yourself a cup of coffee. You raise it to your lips, blowing on it to cool it down. Jeongguk’s eyes follow the mug to your lips. His tongue swipes over his lips before he bites into his bottom one.

“And we could take him to the park. Get ice cream, I don’t know,” you trail off as you take a sip.

He quickly drops the controller next to him on the couch and stands up to make his way over to you. By the time you pull the mug from your lips, he is standing in front of you, with a glint in his eyes. Pure adoration for you.

He puts one hand on your hip to pull you closer to him. You set the mug down on the counter next to you before giving into his pulling. He places his other hand on the opposite hip and grips the shirt you’re wearing to pull you the rest of the way to him. As you fall into his chest, he moves his arms up, wrapping them around the back of your neck, his forearms wresting on the top of your back. Your arms wrap around his slim waist.

You placed a soft kiss to his bare chest as he kissed the top of your head.

“You’re so cute in the morning,” he mumbled into your hair. “When you’re wearing my shirt.”

“You’re one to talk,” You say as you pull away just enough to look up at his face. “With your bedhead.” You reach your hand up to tousle his hair.

A sleepy giggle falls out of his mouth. Your hands fall back around his waist.

“Go get in the shower. He’ll be here in a couple hours and we still have to clean up a little,” you said as you unwrapped yourself from him. One of his hands fell to your shoulder while the other fell to your hip as he quickly leaned down to peck your cheek.

You smacked his butt as he turned to head to the bathroom. He snapped his head back to you with feign shock, trying to hide a grin.

“You got a cute butt,” you said to him indifferently, shrugging, before you reached for your coffee mug.

“Can you control yourself please?” He smirks. “We have a child coming over soon.” His smirk spread into full toothed smile, his crescent eyes crinkling, as you rolled your eyes at him.

You take another sip of your coffee as he turns back towards the shower. You peer over to the bathroom door when you hear the shower curtain pull back and the water turn on. He left the door ajar, tempting you to follow him. You wait for his invitation for a few seconds before sighing and taking another sip.

“Are you coming?” You lean back to look at the bathroom again to see Jeongguk peeking his head out from behind the shower curtain. His eyes were big.

You quickly place your mug back on the counter, excitedly heading to the bathroom, practically skipping. You rid yourself of your clothes, well his clothes, before pulling the shower curtain back and stepping into the steamy tub.

“Now, let me see that cute butt,” you say as your eyes roam over his body. A cute, uncontrolled giggle rolled out of his mouth as he reached for your wrists, tugging you into him.

He’s just too fucking cute.

look at his eyes sparking ♡

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