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How did the world make you
~Pairing: swimming instructor!jungkook x beginner!reader
~Genre: so much fluffy fluff
~Word Count: 2.4k
~Warnings: reader flailing around in water, shirtless jungkook (sorry not sorry), wet haired jungkook (sorry not sorry), jungkook and reader just being the cutest fluffy lovebirds, loads of softness
~Synopsis: Step 1: Drive to indoor swimming pool classes. Step 2: Enter swimming pool building. Step 3: Change into bathing suit. Step 4: Learn to swim. Easy peasy. Er, at least it was easy peasy, up until step #4. That’s when you actually climbed down into the pool and found out that your swimming instructor was possibly the hottest guy you’d ever seen in your life. Not only that, but he kept smiling at you, and it was adorable, which doesn’t make sense since someone just can’t be hot and adorable at the same time. Ugh, why must you be blessed with him for 3 months?
~A/N: Hi! This is my first fic on here, and I'm veeeery nervous... I hope you enjoy it! P.S. If you liked it, feel free to heart it, but please don't reblog!
“Mmhm, yep, you’re g-o gorgeous today,” You say with confidence, making double gun fingers at yourself in the mirror.
You’d ordered a black bikini online, in preparation of wowing everyone at the swimming lessons. It was quite simple, really, with straps over your shoulders and ties across your hip bones. The curvy blonde models on the website looked stunning in it, though. So stunning, in fact, that you pressed “add to cart” faster than you could say “add to cart”.
Your face sagged a bit when you realized you, in fact, did not look like the models in the images. Tummy not as toned with light abs, chest not as big. You sighed.
Stuffing your t-shirt, underwear, and jean shorts back into your duffel bag and setting it in the tiny locker, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror and set out on your adventure- er, if you’d call swimming lessons that.
You blink rapidly, snapping back to reality. You take a few seconds to realize you’re sitting on the edge of the pool with your feet dipped into the water. “Um. Sorry?”
The guy laughs, and it’s an airy, happy sound. You blush. He’s incredibly attractive, with wavy black hair, parts of it sticking to his forehead from the water. He has big, starry, eyes, almost like a doe’s. It’s hard not to get lost in them. His bunny teeth are on full display, pearly white and adorable. His whole face is adorable, in fact.
“You’ve been staring at me for, what, 15 minutes?” He teases with laughter still in his eyes. “Am I really that handsome?”
You’re about to say “yes” when he pulls you down into the pool, one arm pulled tightly across your lower back and the other scooped around your neck. You squeal. “Put me down!”
He puts you down.
You just remembered that you can’t swim, and if he puts you down then you are going to drown. “ACTUALLY- *spit sputter*- DON’T PUT- *cough spit*- ME DOWN!! I CAN’T- *sputter cough* SWIM!! PICK ME UP, HANDSOME- *spit cough*- GUY!!!”
He laughs again, a sound you’re already starting to love. “Alright, alright. Your wish is my command, after all.” He takes you back into a koala position so your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist. At that you blush again. Not just from the hug part, but from you actually taking a good look at his body.
To say the simplest, it’s amazing.
He definitely goes to the gym at least 8 times a day, definitely eats only brussel sprouts, definitely has never been to the beach, or anywhere with too much sunlight (explain his fair skin then, missy), and definitely is tall.
You don’t care if that’s what’s going through your mind instead of swimming, you only care about this gorgeous man that’s smiling and is holding you in his arms. This gorgeous man that’s currently asking if you know the 4 basic stokes. Or was it sokes?
“Um…” You stutter nervously. “The 4… um… yeah, I… definitely know the… 4… stokes. Or sokes.”
He shakes his head, faking disappointment. “Pay more attention, sweetheart. You’ll never learn if you just stare at and admire me.”
“I was not-”
He chuckles. “Yeah, yeah, you totally weren’t staring at my abs. Totally.” That makes you blush harder. He seems to like that, smirking just the tiniest bit. “Anyway, I was asking if you know the 4 strokes. Freestyle, backstroke, butterfly, and breaststroke.”
You shake your head. “I’ve… watched them on TV though. In the Olympics. Does that count?”
“...No,” He bites his lip for a second, thinking. Then, as though he just had a brilliant idea- his smile grows wide as the day and he nearly drops you in excitement. “LUMI!!”
An attractive girl with big hazel eyes and her hair dyed bright pink pokes her head out of the shower room. “What’s up?”
“Get over here for a second,”
She steps out, and you nearly gasp (...nearly) at how damn stunning she is. In a magenta floral printed one-piece suit, her tiny waist, wide hips, and long, long legs stand out like a dot of black in a field of white. When she walks, it looks like she’s in one of those super high end fashion shows with paparazzi all around. To be honest, you wouldn’t be surprised if paparazzi started showing up right at that very moment.
When she gets close enough, you see her nametag reads “Lumianne”. Even her name is pretty.
“Did baby boy Jungkook lose his swimming trunks again?” She teases, rolling her eyes playfully. “Do I need to call mommy?”
The guy- Jungkook-’s grip on you momentarily tightens as you watch his face flush a tomato red. “No, actually. Did you?”
“I don’t wear swimming trunks.”
“Exactly. That’s why you shouldn’t ask me.”
“But you do wear swimming trunks.”
“... JUST STOP, OKAY? JUST BECAUSE YOU JUST DYED YOUR HAIR DOESN’T MEAN YOU’RE THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD.”
“Okay, okay. What do you want me to do? You know I’m supposed to be taking a hot shower right now after a day of screaming little kids kicking water in my face but you called me over so I can’t, right?. Are you gonna talk? ‘Cause if not, I’m leaving.”
“What I was going to say, before you rudely called me a baby boy, is that Y/N here has no experience in swimming-”
You kick his leg under the water.
“- and I need you to hand over the curriculum paper ‘cause I haven’t taught someone like this in a loong time.”
Lumianne rolls her eyes again. “Get them yourself. I’m going back to the showers. Bye, baby boy.”
“Wait!” Jungkook calls after her. “I can’t move ‘cause Y/N won’t let go of me!” Lumianne sighs, leaning down to pick up a few papers on a clipboard. She walks back to Jungkook, handing them over to him.
“Need anything else?”
Jungkook shakes his head, letting you squeeze him tighter as he lets go of the arm holding your shoulders. “Nope. Thanks though.”
She smiles mischievously. “I think I deserve a strawberry tart.”
Jungkook groans, swatting her away. “I bought you one this week already.”
You can’t help but smile. Everyone here is so witty, attractive, and nice- you love it already. (“Only a tiny part of why I love it so much is Jungkook.” You mentally scream to your brain.)
“JUNGKOOK! NOOOO! I CANNN’T!!!!” You whine childishly, hanging on to Jungkook as though your life depended on it. He sighed for the millionth time that day.
“Y/N, the water’s only 5’6 deep. Plus, I’ll catch you if you drown. In fact, I’ll hold your back as you do it. Just please, please try to float on your back, okay?”
Only 5’6? Only 5’6?! Heck, maybe it wasn’t a lot for him, but for you…
Jungkook sighed again. “Listen baby, I need you to try, okay? I’ll help you, but if you keep refusing like this, you aren’t ever gonna learn to swim. Okay?” You stared at him, mouth hanging open slightly. “What?”
“Did you… just call me… b-baby?!” You nearly faint as Jungkook tilts his head slightly, adorably pouting the tiniest bit.
“So I did.”
“So I did?! That’s what you say after you call me baby?!?! Baby?!?!” You splutter, heart booming and threatening to leap out of your ribcage. You’re so stupidly in love, cheeks burning red and palms sticky with sweat, and here Jungkook is just tilting his head and acting like he did nothing.
It’s so unfair.
“So what if I called you baby?” He responds, big, starry doe eyes staring at you. Ugh. This is so stupid.
You’re about to yell again when Lumianne comes back out of the showers, pink hair wet yet still so stylish. She smirks.
“Hey lovebirds. May I take a photo?”
“NO!” You scream.
“NO!” Jungkook screams.
Lumianne takes a photo.
It’s been 1 month since you started at APC Swimming, (not Attractive People Center Swimming, but rather Amazing Performance Center Swimming. The cute red haired swimming instructor who just so happened to be Jungkook’s #1 target for his “games” named Jimin told you.) and you’re proud to say that you have mastered floating on your back, sticking your head underwater for 13 seconds, doggy paddling a very short distance, and talking to Jungkook without looking like an idiot.
Lumianne- whose hair is now a striking blue- also somehow became your best friend.
No idea how.
Anyway, you also bought a new swimsuit. It was a hot pink bikini that Lumianne insisted upon, saying that it "was made for supermodels like Gigi Hadid but you should wear it anyways since it will definitely wow Jungkook".
Yes, she knew of your crush on him, and yes, she was a Hadid superfan.
After pondering whether to wear the black swimsuit Jungkook was used to or the new pink one Lumianne liked for hours in the changing rooms, you finally decide on the pink one.
He’d love a surprise…
“Y/N! How was your- um.” Jungkook clears his throat, face burning red. He suddenly becomes very interested in a purple heart tattoo on his hand. “I… like your new… um…”
“Bikini?” You finish the sentence for him, blinking innocently.
“Erm… yes. B-bikini. It… suits you… very… um… well.” He’s still picking at the tattoo, cheeks flushed and voice stuttering.
“Thank you. Lumianne picked it out for me.” You smile sweetly, climbing down into the pool.
“Are you guys like best friends now?” He blurts out, trying oh so hard to change the subject. “I wouldn’t be surprised. You’re both annoying at times and you’re also both really… erm…”
“Un-stylish?” You suggest, trying hard not to smirk. You know what he’s talking about, and it’s not about style.
“Like the color pink?”
“Not exactly, uh…”
“Then what is it?”
Jungkook’s face is a flaming crimson now, the skin where his tattoo is reddened from picking at it. He knows you know what he’s talking about. He knows you know that he was going to say that you’re both goddamn-
“You’re both attractive, although you’re way more attractive,” It comes out before he can control it, seeming like the words have a mind of their own as they stumble out of his mouth. “I-I mean…” You watch his hand flying up to cover his mouth.
"You think I'm attractive?" You question, smiling as your heart swelled with butterflies. "Well, you're also attractive.”
He smiles wide, bunny teeth showing and twinkly eyes dancing with something like shyness and joy mixed together.
You continue smiling at each other for a long time, and would’ve (for hours, maybe) if Lumianne hadn’t walked into the pool area holding onto the arm of an extremely tall and muscular blonde man. She smirks.
“Calvin, meet Y/N and Jungkook. Y/N’s the cute bookworm I went shopping with yesterday, and Jungkook’s that annoying guy with tattoos. Hey lovebirds. Looks like we’re in the middle of interrupting something…” She giggles. “So we’ll leave you two alone to smooch!”
Jungkook and you nearly topple over screaming a very loud “WE’RE NOT SMOOCHING” in perfect unison.
Calvin smiles mischievously. “Lumi, do you have your phone with you?”
Lumianne nods. “Yeah, why?”
“I think you should take a photo of them,” He smiles wider at the horrified look on your and Jungkook’s faces.
“Oh yeah.” Lumianne snickers. “I should totally take a photo. I already have an album in my phone of their pictures, btw. It’s called Jungkook&Y/N kissin in a tree. I should rename it though, I just learned Y/N wants to kiss JK at a fancy restaurant instead-”
The camera clicks.
“One more photo to add to my album!”
It’s your last lesson with Jungkook. 3 months passed quicker than you thought, and you’re sorry this might be the last time you see him. Lumianne seemed to notice you were a bit sad today, and she rushed off to “do something with Calvin”.
You knew what she was doing wasn’t about Calvin, but then… what?
When you entered the pool area, you were surprised to find that Jungkook wasn’t in the pool with his usual warm greeting. Instead, all you found was a note with messy handwriting reading: “hey Y/N, it’s kook :) meet me behind the APC building”. Furrowing your brow, you look around the pool. There’s no one except you.
Picking up the note, you walk out the doors.
Of everything you expected to see, none of it was Jungkook standing in front of you with wide, nervous eyes and a bouquet of flowers in his hands. “Jungkook?”
“Oh. You’re here. Um,” He looks around, although looking for something- or someone.
“Hey Y/N-pootsie,” Lumianne steps out, hair dark crimson with matching bold lipstick and eyeshadow. She smiles, looking very satisfied with herself. “I believe Mr. Jeon Jungkook has something to say to you.”
“Um,” Jungkook shoots her a look before clearing his throat. “I, um, in fact, do have… a thing… I mean, 2 things… to say… to… you…”
“Okay?” You stare at him, and it’s curious more than anything, but to him it just seems intimidating.
“Um… I… uh…” He swallows. “Ireallylikeyouandhavelikedyoufrom thefirstdaywemet and um doyouwannagoonadatewithme?”
You blink. "You... like me?"
“I… I don’t know what to say to you. There’s just no way I could-”
“It’s okay!” Jungkook yells, hurt seeping into those eyes you loved watching crinkle up as he smiled. “I-I don’t want to pressure you or anything! I-”
“Really! If you don’t feel-”
He paused. “Yeah?”
“What I was going to say is that there’s just no way I could refuse something like this!” You say. His eyes go even wider.
You kiss him.
When you let go, Jungkook has the biggest dopey grin on his face. You mirror it, starting to laugh. Lumianne stands on the side with a small smile on her face, the kind of smile you give when your daughter gets married. Sort of half sad-ish half happy for her.
“Aww, you’re both so sweet. I guess it’s time for a ph-”
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Minnie and Yoongi were in her room, cuddling on her bed. The kids were downstairs, playing with their cousins and her brothers were occupied with all the guests.
“I love you,” Yoongi says.
Minnie looks up at him. “Really?”
“Of course. I’ve loved you ever since college..”
“I love you too.”
Their lips meet for a kiss just as the door bursts open.
“WHAT THE HELL?!”
Namjoon stood in the doorway, a look of anger on his face. The two of them froze, and Minnie pushed Yoongi off of her. She pushed him a bit too forcefully, and he fell off the bed, into the floor.
Taehyung and Jimin appear behind Namjoon. “Oh, you found out?” Jimin asks.
“You knew?!” Namjoon, Minnie, and Yoongi exclaim in unison.
“It was pretty obvious,” he shrugs. “Everyone knew except you and Hobi hyung.”
“C’mon, hyung, think about the twins,” Taehyung says. “We should be happy that their parents are together, that they can be a family.”
“Fine,” Namjoon sighs. “But if you hurt her or the twins…”
“I won’t,” Yoongi says. “I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” Namjoon says before walking out of the room with Taehyung and Jimin.
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The Final Rose
Pairing: BTS OT7 x original female character
Genre: Romance, Smut, Fluff, Drama, Angst
Synopsis: The Bachelorette must choose between Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, Park Hyungsik, Park Seo Joon, Seo In-guk, Kim Woo Bin and Gong Yoo. Who will she choose?
Read at Archive of Our Own
I GUESS IT WASN’T MEANT TO BE: chapter 1
“In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice: “always try to see the best in people,” he would say. As a consequence, I’m inclined to reserve judgment. But, even I have a limit. Back then all of us drank too much. The more in tune with the times we were, the more we drank and none of us contributed anything new. When I first arrived in New York I was disgusted, disgusted with everyone, and everything. Only one man was exempt from my disgust.” Across from Park Jimin was sitting Dr. Cooper.
“One man Mr. Park?” He asked. Jimin nods.
“Kim…he was my neighbor”
“Was he a friend of yours?” Jimin looked out the window and watched as snow fell onto the city, covering everything it touched with pure white. A small smile appeared on his face.
“He was the single most hopeful person I have ever met, and am ever likely to meet again. There was something about him, a sensitivity. He was like one of those machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away.” The doctor watched Jimin as he spoke and continued to write down his notes for their session.
“Where did you meet him?”
”We met at a party in NewYork. In the summer of 1922, the tempo of the city approached hysteria. Stocks hit record peaks. Wall Street boomed, in a steady golden roar. The parties were bigger; the shows were broader; the buildings were higher; the morals were looser; and the ban on alcohol had backfired making the liquor cheaper. Wall Street was luring the young and ambitious, and I was one of them. At that time I was 29 years old. I rented a house twenty miles from the city, on Long Island. I lived in West Egg in a forgotten grounds-keeper’s cottage squeezed among the mansions of the newly rich. This was my first job since moving to America. To get started, I bought a dozen volumes on credit, banking and investments which were all new to me. I’d dreamed of being a writer, but I gave all that up. With the sun shining and the great bursts of leaves on the trees, I planned to spend the summer studying. And I probably would have if it wasn’t for my neighbor. Were it not for the riotous amusements from beyond the walls of his colossal castle owned by a gentleman I had not yet met, Kim.” Jimin makes eye contact with the doctor, who was listening intensely.
“So... He was your neighbor?” He asked once more. Jimin scoffed, rose from his seat, and began to pace around the room.
“My neighbor? No, Kim was, well If I think about it, the history of the summer really began the night I drove over to my cousin Jungkook’s for dinner. You see he lived just across the bay with his wife Liza Buchanan in old money East Egg. His wife was heir to one of America’s wealthiest families. When they were at Yale, she’d been an academic scholar and he a sporting star. But now her glory days were behind her and she contented herself with, well, other affairs.”
As Jimin drove up his cousin's driveway he couldn’t help but be in awe at the mansion. It was an impressive Georgian mansion that overlooks a quarter mile of lawn that cascades down to a private polo field. Once parked, Jimin exited his vehicle and made his way to the front door, where he was greeted by the couple's butler. Walking through the long hallway, he could hear Liza on a phone call.
“I thought I told you not to call me here...!” He heard her whisper aggressively. It looked like she was going to say more until she saw Jimin start to approach her. She then slams the phone onto the receiver and walks towards him with open arms and a bright smile on her face.
“Shakespeare! How’s the great American novel coming huh?” They share a quick hug before separating.
“Oh, I’m selling bonds now Liza, with Walter Chase’s outfit--“ before he could finish, Liza had turned around, already having lost interest in his story.
“Never heard of em. Hey! What say after dinner we go into town?” She says excitedly.
“Come on Liza, you know I can’t. Gotta big day on the new job tomorrow.” To be fair he was telling the truth, but he truly didn’t want to spend more time with the woman then he needed to. Liza turns to smack his arm before quickly walking down the hall to the patio.
“Nonsense! We’re going.” Liza leads Jimin down a grand hall lined with the Jungkook's trophies from sporting achievements.
“First team, all-American! You see? Made him who he is today.” With the way she talked about him, you’d think she was truly completely infatuated with the guy. She pulls Jungkook's favorite trophy from the cabinet and shows it to Jimin.
“Here-- Forest Hills... he played the Prince of Wales. What a sissy!” She laughs and puts the trophy back in its place, grabbing a football displayed on the shelf in exchange.
“Life’s something you dominate Jimin. If you’re any good.” She tosses the ball and, not wanting it to break anything of value, Jimin goes after it.
He knocks his back through a pair of vaulting doors, and into a shimmering, sun-dazzled room in which enormous white curtains whip and snap in the breeze. A familiar laughter fills the room and a hand raises from behind the couch.
“Oh hyung... Is that you?” There he was, Jeon Jungkook. The 23 year old appears from over the back of the couch. His bright round eyes and bunny-like smile are framed by long wavy black hair. Jeon Jungkook, the golden boy. A
breathless warmth flowed from him. A promise that there was no one else in the world he so wanted to see.
“Do they miss me back home?” His cousin asks softly.
“Oh, yes. About a dozen people send their love.” Jungkook pouts and rests his chin on the back of the couch.
“How gorgeous.” He sighed. Jimin knew just what to do to lift his cousin's spirits.
“They’re absolutely in mourning. They’re crying Kookie '' Excitement shines in Jungkook's eyes.
“They’re wailing…” Jimin exclaims dramatically.
“No--“ Jungkook giggles.
“They’re screaming, they’re shouting Jeon Jungkook, we can’t live without you!’”
“I'm p-paralyzed with happiness...!” Jungkook says happily. He takes Jimin’s hand and squeals with childish glee as he drags him over the sofa and onto his back on the floor. He stares up and sees a mysterious, athletic girl glares back. This is 22 year old Jordan Baker.
“Oh Jimin, this is Jordan Baker; a very famous golfer.” She was the most frightening person
Jimin had ever seen, but he still rights himself and extends his hand.
“I’ve seen your face on the cover of
“Sporting Life”. Park Jimin…” but he is interrupted by Jordan’s yawn and sudden movement to stand.
“I've been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember…” she says as she stretches her arms. Jungkook turns to Jimin with scandalous delight.
“I know! This summer I'll sort of fling you and Jordan together…” Liza enters back into the room and makes her way over to their mini bar.
“I’ll push you into linen closets, and out to sea in boats…” Jordan scoffs at his enthusiasm.
“I’m not listening to a word!” She turns and looks at the water beyond the grounds.
“So Jimin, Jungkookie tells me you’re over at
West Egg. Throwing your lot in with those
social-climbing, primitive New Money types?” Liza asks.
“Well, my little shack is a cardboard box at eighty a month.”
“Your life is adorable.” Jungkook says as he reaches to pinch his cousin's cheek. Jordan toys with a golf club, and speaks with bored contempt.
“I know somebody in West Egg.” She says.
“I don't know a single--“ he is once again interrupted.
“Oh, you must know Kim.” Jimin hears Jungkook take a sharp intake of breath.
“Kim?” He asks “What Kim?” Before anyone could answer, their butler Henry makes an announcement.
“Madame, le diner est servi!”
It was night time now and Jungkook, Jimin, Jordan and Liza sit at a long, sumptuously laid table.
“Would you like to hear a family secret? It's about the butler’s nose.” Jungkook drunkenly giggles.
“Things went from bad to worse…” Jordan says.
“Oh Jiminie... I heard a rumor, that you were getting married to a girl out west…” Jungkook says.
“It's a libel, I’m too poor.”
“They have to be old so they die quickly…” Jordan adds in.
“Can’t we talk about something else? Anything? Crops? You’re making me feel uncivilized Kook—“ This draws a strangely violent interjection from Liza.
“Civilization's going to pieces! Have you read 'The Rise of the Colored Empires' by this fellow Goddard?” She says.
“Everyone ought to read it. The idea is that it's up to us, the dominant race, to watch out, or these other races will have control of things.” She exclaims. Jungkook sets down his silverware.
“Liza’s been very profound lately. She reads deep books with long words in them.” He laughs. Liza shoos him and continues on.
“It’s been proved. It's scientific.”
“We’ve got to beat them down.” Jungkook intervenes again. Suddenly, the telephone rings. They all freeze. Another ring. Liza gets up from her seat.
“Excuse me... I’ll be right back.” And she goes inside. An embarrassed moment; suddenly Jungkook throws his napkin down.
“I’m sorry…” He follows Liza into the house. Jimin, at a loss, turns to Jordan.
“Well, this Mr. Kim you spoke of is my neighbor…”
“Shhhh... Don’t talk. I want to hear what happens.” She shushes him. A subdued, impassioned murmur is audible in the room beyond.
“Is something happening?” He asks. Jordan turns to him quickly.
“I thought everybody knew.”
“I don’t.” Jordan scoots her chair closer to his.
“ Well, Liza’s got some men in New York.”
“Got some men?”
“They might have the decency not to telephone at dinner-time... Don’t you think?” Before Jimin has grasped her meaning, the doors bang open and Jungkook and Liza return to the table.
“I just love seeing you at my table Hyung. You remind me of a rose, an absolute rose... Doesn’t he?” Jimin rolls his eyes at Jungkook and his theatrics.
“I’m not even faintly like a rose--“
“So... After dinner Jimin wanted to go into town. Right Jimin? To the Yale club.” Liza says as she takes a seat.
“No hyung, stay--“
“I have to work early.” Jimin says apologetically.
“Nonsense. It's only for a drink or two.” Jungkook and Liza stare at Jimin - both demanding his allegiance. Suddenly! The telephone rings again. And again, they all freeze.
Jimin and Jungkook stroll down toward the water after dinner. Both wanting to spend time together and let their food settle.
“Oh Hyung,” Jungkook finally speaks.
“What is it?”
“It's just, well, you see, I think everything’s terrible. You know I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything, and I’ve had a very bad time hyung... I’m pretty cynical about everything.” Jungkook gazes melancholic across the bay; an awkward silence. Jimin tries to change the subject--
“Your daughter; I suppose she talks, and... eats, and everything?”
“Jennie? Oh yes…” Jungkook leans on a stone balustrade and gazes down toward the dock, where a green light glows in the velvet dusk.
“Listen Hyung, after she was born, Liza was god knows where - with God knows whom - and I asked our house nurse if it was a boy or a girl. She told me it was a girl, and I wept. 'All right,' I said, 'I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool - that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.’” He breaks off and looks at Jimin with his bright smile.
“All the bright precious things fade so fast. And they don’t come back.”
After their stroll, Jimin told them it was time for him to take leave. They said farewell to him and bid him a good night. Arriving back at the bungalow, Jimin gets out of his car. He stops. Through the trees, he can see a man gazing intently across the bay.
“When I arrived home I noticed that a figure had emerged on my neighbor’s dock. And something told me it was... Mr. Kim. He seemed to be reaching toward something out there in the dark. It was probably the green light.”
“Green light?” Dr. Cooper asks, notebook still in his lap and pen still uncapped.
“I don’t want to talk about this Doctor. I can’t talk about THIS.” Jimin was uncomfortable, unpleasant memories filled his mind.
“Then write about it.” Cooper offers, setting a dark brown leather bound journal onto his desk and slides it towards Jimin.
“Write?” Jimin asks quizzically.
“Why would I do that?” Jimin reached for the Journal and examined it in his hand.
“You said that writing brought you solace, once upon a time.”
“Yeah, well. It didn’t bring anyone else much solace... I wasn’t any good.” The Doctor offers him a pen; but Jimin does not accept it.
“No one needs to ever read it. You can always burn it once you’ve finished.”
“What would I write about?” Jimin looks up at him. Cooper leans back against his chair and shrugs his shoulders.
“Anything. Whatever you can’t quite talk about; a memory; a thought; a place... Write it down.” Jimin seems to consider it for a second before grabbing the offered pen and starts to write.
sweeter than gold (teaser) | jjk
⏤ pairing: jungkook x female reader
⏤ genre: friends to lovers, fluff, and smut
⏤ summary: a hot weather, a beach in Bahamas, and a hotel room are the perfect match to bring you closer to Jungkook that you haven’t seen in a year.
⏤ author’s note: hello everyone! so after i share with you the form to choose the main genre of this fic, it has been settled to be a friends to lovers au. this is going to be a hot summer fic, prepare yourself for a lot of smut 🥴 also this is a gift from me to you for my birthday and for the milestone i just hit on my birthday so thanks for everything guys 💞💞
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