Sorilyae

I love nct songs they just say anything

Saint Like

Pairing: G.W x Reader Request: Would you write a George x reader where Molly doesn't like George's girlfriend and she's kind of mean towards her but when she sees reader take care of George after he loses his ear she starts to slowly accept her? W/C: 2.2k A/N: finally back to writing! Yippie!! That sickness actually was the worst I've had in years. [masterlist] Much love, Saige

It hurts to be dismissed by your boyfriend's mother. Year after year you arrive at his home, welcomed by others in his family, banter with his father, and simultaneously given the stark cold shoulder by the woman who gave him life.

It confused you to no end. She never supported the twins' endeavors; she consistently dismissed and shrouded any thought of their joke shop, practically banning any conversation of the idea in the burrow indefinitely. In her own world, Fred and George would magically wake up one day and decide that they wanted to pursue a career that was more lucrative. Her own fear of poverty inflamed her distaste in their aspirations — purely because it had the possibility of their own financial demise. She wanted better for her boys, and unfortunately you were the easy scapegoat to place blame.

It poked and prodded every nerve on you. You wanted nothing but success and love for George and his family, but you were seen as a threat to the possibilities that they might turn out… normal.

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The climate of the wizarding world was beyond bleak. Everyday you rose to the sun, beyond blessed to be living another day, but filled with anxieties that it truly may be your last.

Your addition to the order was practically mandatory. With no ties to your parents it was easy for you to sign away your life for the greater good. Your heart lied with George and your friends and fighting next to them would be an honor.

As it came up on Harry’s seventeenth birthday, figuring out how to transport the boy became more trivial. The magical protection given to him by his mothers sacrifice would wear off and he would be more vulnerable to Voldemort than ever. Every movement or spell he made was under the view of the ministry and it had to be done with extreme caution.

The burrow was the next safest place for him, but getting him there bred confusion and limited options.

“What if we just had him apparate out?” Ron asked. The order sat around the kitchen table at the Burrow, just days before operation Free Potter.

”He is still underage Ron, it’ll be flagged immediately.” Hermione replied, rolling her eyes slightly. Ron shook his head.

”We’re already breaking the law, why not one more!” He chuffed, disappointed how easily his idea was shut down.

“Pius Thicknesse has gone over, which gives us a big problem.” Moody interrupted “He’s made it an imprisonable offence to connect this house to the Floo Network, place a Portkey here or apparate in or out.”

The table silenced at his arrival, everyone soaking in the new information and the loss of yet another helper on the inside.

“That’s pointless, he is protected anyway -“ You started. You were honestly just thinking out loud, soon realizing everyone’s eyes on you.

“All that’s done is stop Harry from leaving safely.” You coughed, attempting to find your voice again. Moody shook his head in agreement, those in the order all now speaking among themselves. George arrived at the kitchen taking a spot next to you. He nudged you quietly, smirking down at you.

“Anything juicy?” He whispered, leaning down. You smiled and shook your head no, leaning over to reply.

“Just all hobgobble about how we will get Harry here. Even moody is stumped.” You whispered. George scoffed.

“Moody stumped? Give him like 4 minutes, we’ll be out of here in no time.” He chuffed. The feeling of his hot breath tickled your neck, causing you to shiver slightly. Giggling, you looked over the room, unfortunately making eye contact with Mrs. Weasley. She pursed her lips and scowled.

“I think we ought not be distracted.” She stood, walking around the large table to the sink. She stood with her hands firmly on the ledge leaning away from the crowd. As much as you felt targeted by the statement she was right.

“Its risky but it’ll take cooperation… from all yous.” Moody thumped, his fake eye spiraling around the room. Thievery fell into a hush, waiting for what he had to reveal.

“Everyone will be a potter. As many heads as we can round up. They’ll be confused, won’t know who’s who.” He coughed, opening his flask and taking a swig.

“Polyjuice potion?” George asked. It was more of a rhetorical question of course, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Aye boy.” Moody nodded.

“They’ll just kill us all.” Molly shrieked, the idea of everyone now the face of the target became increasingly daunting.

“No they won’t Molly.” Remus coincided. “We ride on brooms, quietly through the night in groups eh” He raised his eyebrows, checking the feelings of the table. Most people nodded in agreement.

“It’s the order Molly. We’ve been in danger from the beginning. It’s not the time to become fearful.” Moody coughed, standing up from the table.

“One month from today. Stay vigilant.” Moody snapped from the room, leaving everyone in silence.

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The month came and went in a flash. It felt as if the sky was grey every day since that meeting. No sign of summer or joy, only the steep consequences that were to come.

“Hi my love.” George purred from behind you. He wrapped his arms around your torso, resting his head on top of your.

“Hi.” You whispered, leaning back into his body. You both swung lightly in each other's arms enjoying the feeling of peace.

“They just got word of who’s flying.” He mumbled, keeping his head steady. You kept swaying, but your body stiffened slightly at his words.

“You’re going.” You sighed. You knew he would, and you kicked yourself daily for worrying about his demise. It wasn’t exactly a positive situation to be in, but your milling about danger wouldn’t help.

“I know you wish I could stay, but Fred and I fly well, and they need people who are confident in their brooms.” He murmured, rubbing your sides lovingly. He turned you around to face him, his cheeks warm with glow, beaming down at you.

“What am I doing?” You asked, holding his arms tightly. Part of you wished to be in the sky with him, as if your presence could protect.

“You, my beautiful bird-“ George leaned down, kissing your forehead after every word. “You are meant to stay here. Look for signs and send alerts back if anything happens.”

You didn’t respond, you just sighed and smiled.

“I know you wanted to go.” He whispered. “But it’ll be good. A good opportunity to help from the ground.” He smiled. You could tell he was trying to reassure you, his eyes darting between yours looking for any sign of disapproval.

“Okay.” You whispered, leaning up so your nose grazed his. “I’ll be waiting for you, and you better come back in one piece.”

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The night finally arrived and you spent every waking moment with George. You hated to think it was your last time seeing him, but the reality was clear. Anything could happen tonight and you would be sure that it was spent with him.

After dinner, Moody arrived at the burrow rallying up those who were going.

“5 minutes and we must be out, got it?” He looked around the room, heads nodding in acceptance. He turned to you and Molly, softening his face.

“You two will be the first to know if anything happens. I will send a message once we have left the Dursleys, then we will be back here in approximately 30 minutes.” His eyes widened in question, looking for any look of approval between you two. You dare not look at Molly and keep eye contact with Moody.

“Yes sir.” You choked, the air in your chest seizing.

“Atta girl. Alrig’t move out.” Moody winked, turning on his heel and walking out of the room, numerous bodies following. George paused and jogged over to you, kissing your cheek and squeezing your hand before joining the fray.

Once everyone left the burrow became quiet. Molly soon looked for any way to busy her fingertips knowing she’d have to distract her mind or else she’d go mad. You stood by the window for a short period, looking at the sky and prairie out past the horizon looking for any sign of movement. Hearing a hefty sigh behind you, you turned to face the sound, already anticipating a lecture.

“Could you help me make supper? I bet they’ll be hungry when they get back.” Mrs. Weasley spoke softly, her back turned to you still maneuvering pots and pans in the kitchen. You nodded to yourself and took a deep breath in, walking over near her.

“Maybe start with the potato’s, rid the eyes and peel the skin for me.” She didn’t look at you, instead speaking into her hands, sniffling after ever few words. She wasn’t crying, but you could hear the trouble in her voice clear as day. Grabbing a peeler, you got to work, trying to pass the time as well.

“I hope you know I don’t .. loathe you like you may think.” She whispered, just loud enough so that you’d hear but quiet enough that the words don’t linger in the air.

You stood in silence, peeling the potatoes, confused entirely by her statement.

“I don’t think-“ you lied, thinking it was the right thing to counter, even deep down you felt that she thought you were better off dead most days.

“You have every right to think it.” She snuffed, pausing her work and biting her cheek. “I just….”

“I understand a mothers love.” You whispered, picking up another potato and holding it softly. “I understand wanting the best for your children, but ..” you choked. You didn’t know if you had the confidence to say yet another thing that would make her angry.

“But sometimes their best interest isn’t yours and it’s out of a mothers control what their adult children do.” You finished. You knew it was the truth, but on the heels of Percy abandoning the family it had to have stung just as hard.

Mrs. Weasley didn’t respond. She didn’t move her head or acknowledge your statement but stood and pondered what you said. You couldn’t tell if she was boiling with rage or the words finally penetrated the field of deep affection that clouded her judgement so.

Just from the window, a owl rapped the glass, begging to be let in.

“That’s them.” She muttered, wiping her hands on her apron and rushing over to let the owl in.

“Thirty minutes.” She sighed

“Thirty minutes.” You repeated.

Time moved extremely fast after that. You both were taking turns by the window to cool down your nerves with the cold night air. The meal was brewing magically on the stone and didn’t need the tender touch of either of you to finish. Even though very little was said between you two, it felt as if you had become closer because of tonight. At least, we understood a little more about each other retroactively.

The sound of loud snapping wood alerted you both that people were apperating at the burrow. Running out of the burrow, you locked eyes with Harry, who was barreling off of Harris’s motorbike, stumbling towards the house.

“Death Eaters, loads of them — we were chased —" Harry coughed, falling into Mrs. Weasley's arms. Your mind raced, searching the sky for any one else who would arrive.

“Death eaters-“ You whispered, fear overtaking your body. You could taste the adrenaline in your mouth, a sour foul feeling overcoming your every sense. Luckily the pain of unknowing was only for a moment more, as Lupin and George followed suit.

“George!” You cried, running over to the boy. His hand held the side of his head, blood was dripping down his shoulder and across his cheek.

“I’m okay im okay.” He mumbled, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and hoisting himself upon your small frame. You tugged his body indoors, flopping him on the family couch in the living room.

“It’s just my ear darling.” He smiled weakly, his face was pale from the loss of blood but still held your hand tightly. Mrs. Weasley quickly began to tend to her son, allowing you to hold his hand and be with him through it all. Even though you were slightly inconvenient to her tending, she dare not ask you to move. Both Fred and you had been tied together, your sobs uncontrollable.

“Honestly I think I’m way cuter without an ear. Don’t you think?” George tossed, rubbing your hand affectionately. Mrs. Weasley had successfully stopped the bleeding and bandaged what she could, leaving you both alone in the room. Just in the kitchen, Lupin and the order continued to talk about their now sudden loss of Moody and who could be trusted.

“It definitely makes you stand out.” You laughed, finally feeling comfortable in his state. You both smiled at each other, the everlasting admiration you had for him only grew, how resilient and fateful even in the face of death he had been.

“I’ll always get the last laugh-“

under the same sky - lee taeyong

pairing: idol!lee taeyong x idol!fem!reader . . . masterlist genre: fluff, angst, getting deep in the feels! yearning, soo in love word count: 869 a/n: taeyong being absolutely smitten for reader :( i took this inspo from the song sun & moon by nct 127

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the room was quiet, the bustling noise of the city outside being blocked off by the walls of your apartment. you sat curled up on the bed, your phone held tightly in your hand as you waited for the familiar ringtone. the seconds felt like hours until it finally buzzed, taeyong's name lit up the screen.

you answered immediately, his face filling the small display. he was in a hotel room, the soft glow of moonlight pouring through the window in front of him, casting delicate shadows across his features.

his hair was tousled, and his eyes carried the weariness of someone who had given their everything on stage.

"hey," he said softly, his voice like a balm for your restless mind.

"hi," you replied, your heart swelling at the sight of him.

"why aren't you asleep? i know you told me to call you when i got back to the hotel but, i expected you to be asleep." he softly chuckled.

you shook your head, "just because you're in china doesn't mean we have like a 5 hour time difference. i'm only staying in korea for the time being before my group goes on tour." you smile seeing his face you missed on screen. "how are you though? you seem exhausted."

he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "i'm okay. tired, but it's worth it when i think about you."

you smiled, a mix of affection and longing washing over you. "i missed you."

"i missed you too," he said, his gaze softening as he leaned closer to the camera. "it's been harder than i thought, being so far from you. everytime i finish a show, all i want is to tell you about it, but you're not here."

your chest tightened at his words. you could see the ache in his eyes, the same ache that had been reciprocated by you.

"i feel it too," you say quietly, "the distance. but i remind myself that it's temporary. and that we're under the same sky, no matter where we are."

he smiled at that, his lips curling into the gentle expression you loved so much. "you always know how to make me feel better."

the two of you talked for a while, falling into the easy rhythm of your conversations. you asked about the tour, and he asked about your day and busy schedules. he laughed when you told him about the chaos of your morning, and you smiled when he told stories about what happened on stage and moments with the members that wouldn't be shown in behind the scenes videos.

but as the conversation quieted, so did his voice, becoming more serious. "can i say something?"

"of course," you said, sitting up a little straighter, sensing the weight behind his words.

"i've been thinking a lot," he began, his voice low and deliberate. "about us. about how lucky i am to have you in my life. this tour has been incredible, but it's also made me realize something... you're my home. no matter how many cities i see or stages i stand on, nothing feels right without you there."

your breath caught in your throat, the intensity of his confession making your heart race. "taeyong..."

"i'm sorry if that's too much," he said quickly, his eyes searching yours through the screen. "but i needed to tell you. because even though distance is hard, it's worth it. you're worth it."

tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, his words cutting through every doubt and fear you'd been holding onto. "it's not too much," you said, your voice trembling slightly. "i feel the same way. everyday i look at the moon, and i think of you. it makes me feel like we're connected, no matter how far apart we are."

he smiled then, his expression softening into something vulnerable and beautiful. "you always say the right thing. that's one of the many reasons i love you."

your heart soared at his words, the raw honesty in his tone making it impossible to hold back your emotions. "i love you too, bubu. so much."

for a moment, neither of you spoke, letting the weight of your feelings settle in the silence. the moonlight bathed the room in a gentle glow, and it felt as though time itself had paused to hold this moment for you.

"i wish i could be there right now," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

"i wish you could too," you replied, your fingers brushing against the screen as if you could somehow reach him.

"i'll be back soon," he promised, his eyes locking onto yours with a quiet intensity. "and when i am, we'll make up for every moment we missed."

you nodded, a small smile breaking through your tears "i'll hold you to that."

as the night stretched on, you stayed on the call, neither of you wanting to let go after this heartfelt moment. you talked about the future, about all the places you wanted to go together and the memories you wanted to make.

and when you finally fell asleep, the phone still in your hand facing the ceiling slightly, taeyong stayed on the line overnight.

no matter the distance, you knew you'd always find each other under the same sky.

at the burrow with george moodboard & blurb 𖹭

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George found a certain beauty in moments like these. Watching you interact with his family while gathered around the table for supper was something he hadn't thought he'd find so much joy in. The soft clinking of knives and forks as everyone ate their meal, the occasional shuffling of chairs, the idle chatter. He almost felt choked up being a part of it. So simple and yet so fulfilling. He couldn't help the feeling of pride that swelled in his chest as he looked at you. He wondered what he did in his past life to be as lucky as he is. To call you his was no short of a blessing. He can't quite find the words to tell you that just yet. For now, he's happy to just sit quietly and enjoy the scene.

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ahhh my friend’s first fic 🫶pls support her~

No Room For Secrets-Chapter 1: Meet Cute?

Pairing: roommate!Jungkook x (f.)Reader

Genre(s): Roommates AU, strangers to friends, FWB, lovers, slice of life, angst, smut, fluff, (New Girl AU?), slow buurn

Summary: You settle into your new apartment and quickly bond with your roommates(plus Taehyung). A deeper conversation with Jungkook about life sparks subtle flirting and an unexpected connection.

Warning(s by chapter): explicit language(cursing)

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: hey thanks for being here :) My fic ‘No Room For Secrets’ is HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THE TV SERIES NEW GIRL so don’t be surprised the apartment layout is the same. I know I could’ve been more creative but it’s one of my fav shows and thinking of bts being in that sort of dynamic inspired me to write this disaster :D hope you enjoy and feel free to let me know your thoughts❣️

“Alright, let’s get started. Why do you think you’d be a good fit as our roommate?” Your new acquaintance, Jin, is sitting on the couch in front of you leaning in with a welcoming smile.

You open your mouth to answer, fully intending to keep it simple, but somehow, words just keep spilling out.

“Well, I’m pretty easygoing. I clean up after myself, I don’t throw wild parties, and I actually enjoy doing dishes—well, not enjoy, but I don’t mind them, which is basically the same thing, right? Also, I’m not a morning person, so you don’t have to worry about me making noise at ungodly hours. But I do sometimes talk to myself, like, just thinking out loud, not full conversations or anything weird—though I guess that’s subjective—”

“Wait, go back. You like doing dishes?” The man who introduced himself as Taehyung, raises a brow.

“I mean, yeah, relatively speaking.”

“Interesting.” He grips his chin. “Suspicious, even.”

The small one, who you now know as Jimin, starts laughing. “Tae, we’re supposed to be making her feel comfortable, not interrogating her dishwashing habits.”

“Though it is good to know.” Jin nods. “I enjoy cooking, but I loathe doing dishes.”

The three men sit across from you on the couch—Jin on the left, Taehyung in the middle, and Jimin on the right, all watching you with varying degrees of interest. From what you’ve gathered so far, they seem like good company. Or at the very least, not serial killers—which is always a plus.

“Maybe if this works out,” Jin continues. “We can familiarize you with our apartment responsibilities? Like when I cook, the ones who ate my food take responsibility for cleaning dishes after.”

Before you can respond, the front door swings open. You turn just in time to see a figure step inside—dark hair slightly tousled, black hoodie hanging loosely off his frame. His gaze flickers over to the scene in front of him, and his brows furrow.

“What’s going on?”

“Interviewing our potential new roommate.” Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows and grins.

“You don’t even live here.” The man blinks.

Jimin looks at you and sighs. “We’ve been telling him that, but he refuses to leave.”

Taehyung gasps with so much offense, his chest puffs out. “Excuse you, I bring valuable insight.”

“You asked about dishes.” Jin deadpans.

Taehyung looks at his nails. “And I stand by it.”

The dark haired man by the door just shakes his head, turning his attention to you. There’s a moment of silence as he studies you—assessing, curious, unreadable.

“Did they at least offer you water?”

You smile awkwardly, glancing toward Jimin. “No.”

Still by the door, he throws a look at the others. “You guys suck at this.”

“Noted.” Jin says, turning back to you. “Would you like some water?”

“I’m good, thanks.” You smile politely.

The man whose name you still don’t know, huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he moves toward the kitchen. The conversation resumes, but you catch the way he glances at you one more time before turning his back and reaching for the fridge door.

You try to focus, but your brain is still processing the fact that there’s another hot guy in the room. And he’s barely spoken since walking in, and yet somehow, his presence felt the loudest. It was almost deafening, the way your attention gravitated to him.

A moment later, he’s back and the others stop bickering amongst themselves. He doesn’t say anything as he sinks into the couch next to Jimin, absently biting into an apple. But in his other hand, he holds out a glass of water.

You blink. Didn’t you just say no?

He doesn’t look at you, just keeps chewing, gaze focused on some random spot across the room like this is the most normal thing in the world.

Without a word, you take it. Noting his hand tattoos that just make him even more of a hot mystery. And, despite insisting you didn’t need it, you practically down the whole thing in one go.

Jimin watches in amusement. “Thirsty?”

You wipe your mouth, setting the empty glass on the table. “Apparently.”

The guy with the apple smirks to himself and keeps chewing.

“So,” he says with his mouth full, finally turning to you, “why are you looking for a new place?”

You hesitate for a split second before exhaling. “Because my current roommate sucks.”

Taehyung leans forward, intrigued. “Like, normal ‘steals your food’ sucks or ‘burns sage to cleanse your aura but also forgets to pay rent’ sucks?”

“Both. Plus, she invited her boyfriend to stay over every single night and now he basically lives there rent-free.” You sigh. “They also fight constantly. Over the dumbest things. One time, I woke up at 2 a.m. because he put the peanut butter in the fridge.”

Jin winces. “Yikes.”

“Yeah. So now I’m here, trying to reclaim my sanity.” It’s comical really. You thought it would work out with your friend-of-a-friend from college, but once she got a boyfriend she became a liiiittle demanding and less considerate of you also living there. You’re just grateful you didn’t grow close to her, otherwise this sudden move would make you feel guilty.

Mystery guy hums, studying you for a second. “Fair.” Then, he leans back against the couch, one arm tucked under the arm holding his apple. “What do you do?”

You open your mouth to answer, but Taehyung cuts in first. “More importantly, do you come with references?”

You scoff. “What is this, a job interview?”

Taehyung nods solemnly. “A highly competitive one.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, looking somewhat exhausted. “Please ignore him. Go on.”

You shrug. “I work remotely, which means I’ll probably be home a lot. But I keep to myself, and I promise I won’t be the ‘bothering you all the time’ type of roommate.”

“That’s what they all say.” Taehyung narrows his eyes.

“I mean it.”

Jin tilts his head. “You said your current roommate sucks, but do you suck?”

“Not unless you ask my ex, but that’s another story.” You flash a grin.

Jimin chokes on a laugh while Jin fights a smirk.

Tatted hottie raises an eyebrow. “Do you have any redeeming qualities?” He takes another bite of his apple, chewing obnoxiously.

You cross your arms, feigning offense. “Yes, actually.”

A beat of silence. Four pairs of eyes stay on you, waiting.

You tilt your head, pretending to think. “For one, I’m great at remembering random trivia. Completely useless stuff, but it makes me fun at parties.”

Jin hums. “Example?”

You grin. “Bananas are berries, but strawberries aren’t.”

Taehyung’s jaw drops. “No. Shut up.”

“I don’t make the rules.”

Jimin leans forward, intrigued. “More.”

You hold up a finger. “Octopuses have three hearts.”

“Holy shit.” Taehyung gasps and grips his chest. “I have one heart and that’s already too much.”

The dark haired man, who has been silent up until now, clears his throat before speaking. “That’s nice, but can you cook?”

You hesitate. “I can make a mean grilled cheese.” You smile hopefully, praying he can’t see through your half-truth.

Jin snorts then tilts his head. “How mean?”

“Perfectly golden brown, crispy edges, just the right amount of cheese pull.” You raise your chin, really selling yourself. “Michelin star-worthy.”

Jimin gasps. “You have to prove this.”

The guy whose name you STILL don’t know, smirks. “Yeah. That sounds like bullshit.”

You narrow your eyes at him, feeling competitive now. “You doubt my skills?” Oh the nerve on this guy.

“I don’t know. You just don’t seem like you can cook.”

You scoff. He’s not wrong. “And you seem like the type to drink protein shakes and eat sadness, but here we are.”

Jin and Jimin burst into laughter. Taehyung wheezes. The tatted man just raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching up before tossing the apple core into a nearby trash bin without looking and it lands perfectly. Of course it does.

“Alright,” he says, tilting his head. “Guess we’ll see.”

Taehyung calms down and waves a hand. “We’ll get to that. Continue. What else makes you tolerable?”

“I guess you’ll have to ask my best friend, Yoongi.”

The room falls into unexpected silence.

Jimin blinks. “Wait—Min Yoongi?” He looks at you quizzically. “Like, the Min Yoongi?”

You tilt your head. “Well, I don’t know if he deserves to be called ‘the Min Yoongi’ but… yeah, why?”

Tattoo hands exhales through his nose, shaking his head like he’s suddenly exhausted. Jin pinches the bridge of his nose. Taehyung looks at Jimin and points at you in disbelief, giggling like a little girl.

“You’re the best friend?” Taehyung is so shocked he’s giggling. But not at you. No, he’s laughing at how comically coincidental the circumstances are that you ended up being the one they interviewed for the roommate spot. Small world.

“You should’ve led with that,” Jin mutters with a smile.

“Yeah,” Jimin agrees, eyes wide with disbelief. “We could’ve saved a lot of time.”

You frown. “What? What does that mean?”

Taehyung just grins, throwing an arm over the back of the couch. “It means, sweetheart, that you’re in.”

“Really? Just like that?”

“Just like that,” Taehyung waves a hand.

“How do you guys know Yoongi?” You raise a brow. Given, your close pal produces music and actually has a social life, unlike you. But these guys don’t look like they make music?

Jin puts his hands together. “Let’s just say, Yoongi doesn’t let just anyone into his life. If he’s your best friend, you’re probably not a total disaster.”

“Or you are a disaster, but he likes you anyway.” Hottie smirks, but not in that ‘hot guy wants your number’ kind of way. It’s a warm and alluring smirk, like he’s intrigued. Like he’s curious. Like he’s already figured something out about you that you don’t even know yet. “Jungkook,” he introduces himself, finally giving you a name to match the presence that’s been taking up too much space in your mind already.

Jungkook.

The name suits him—strong, effortless… annoyingly attractive.

He reaches his tattooed hand out for a greeting.

The moment your fingers brush, a jolt of something sharp and unexpected shoots through you. His grip is strong, his skin slightly rough, like someone who’s used to working with his hands. You’re not sure if you imagined it, but for a split second, his thumb lingers against yours before he lets go.

Great. Fantastic. Now I’m overanalyzing handshakes.

He lets go first, and you hate how aware you are of the lingering warmth on your skin.

“Y/n.” You introduce yourself back and press your lips into a straight line. “Hope you don’t snore.”

His eyes never leave yours. “Y/n,” he tries your name on his tongue and a shiver runs down your spine. “Welcome to apartment 4D.”

Taehyung stands up enthusiastically, clapping his hands. “Should we show you around? You can see the room—your room first!”

Jimin stands up, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Tae, maybe y/n should be getting a tour from someone who actually lives here.”

Jin ends up being the one to show you around—mostly because Taehyung got offended by what Jimin said, which led to a dramatic exit and some inevitable bickering.

Honestly? You’re not complaining.

This apartment is so much better than the shitty two-bedroom place next to the highway—the one that somehow always felt cold and damp, no matter how high you cranked the heat.

The layout is open, welcoming. There’s a communal bathroom, which you expected to feel awkward, but instead, it just adds to the homey vibe. The kitchen is surprisingly spacious for four people living together, with enough counter space to cook without feeling cramped.

Yeah. This place already feels different. Better.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything when Jin leads you toward the hallway. He stands, runs a hand through his messy dark hair, and watches you for a few breathtaking moments. Was he this magnetic the whole time?

Jungkook shoves his hands into his pockets, eyes lingering on yours for just a second too long. Then, with the faintest hint of a smile, he turns and disappears into his room.

You don’t know what you were expecting when you walked into this apartment today. But as Jungkook’s eyes linger on yours for just a second too long, something twists deep in your stomach—something you don’t have a name for yet.

The air feels strangely lighter once he’s gone—like a pressure you hadn’t noticed before has suddenly lifted. You exhale, tension slipping from your shoulders, but there’s something oddly hollow about his absence too, like the room isn’t quite as full as it was a second ago.

You brush the feeling off and follow Jin to see your new room.

You came here looking for a place to live. And yet you have a feeling you just walked into something much bigger than that.

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Move In Day

It’s taken you about 4 days to slowly move in with your new roommates.

Day 2 of knowing Jimin and Taehyung, they helped you move in your bed-frame, dresser, and nightstands(the day after your interview). Taehyung insisted you call him Tae cause he ‘likes your vibe’ and your taste in furniture. Bro is always asking you if he can have your things.

Day 3, Jin said he would lend you his dry cleaning bags to pack and move your clothes. And then he insisted on helping you do it, fearing you’d somehow ‘crease the bags.’

Next, all you had to move were a few—11 boxes, into the apartment.

You underestimated how much stuff you actually own.

At first, you thought you’d be able to bring everything up in just a few trips, but after the fourth round of lugging boxes up the stairs, you’re starting to regret every single one of your life choices. After that 4th trip carrying boxes up by yourself, you caved and begged the guys for help.

“Remind me again why we don’t have an elevator?” you ask no one in particular, huffing as you shift the box in your arms.

“Because this building is ancient,” Jin replies from behind you, carrying a box labeled kitchen up the stairs. “And because the landlord is a cheap bastard.”

“We actually do have an elevator. It’s just been ‘Out of Order’ for months now. You’d think with rent this high, they’d invest in some modern conveniences,” Jimin chimes in, walking in the front door and setting the box down near the entrance of your new room. He stretches his arms over his head, his cropped sweatshirt riding up slightly. “This is a workout.”

Jungkook, who’s been eerily silent during all of this, walks in with two boxes stacked on top of each other like they weigh nothing. He doesn’t even look winded. Show-off.

“You guys are weak,” he says, dropping the boxes beside Jimin’s. He looks at you, eyes scanning your flushed face. “Need a break, princess?”

You narrow your eyes at him and scoff. “I’m fine.” The last couple days Jungkook has briefly observed you receiving help from Jimin and Jin. And as a result, he’s decided to start calling you ‘princess’ just to get a reaction out of you. And it’s being working. Slowly.

“You sure?” He crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Because you look—”

“If you say ‘like you’re struggling,’ I will throw something at you,” you warn lowly.

Jungkook smirks, amused. “I was gonna say ‘like you’re about to pass out,’ but struggling works too.”

You huff, choosing to ignore him, and grab another box from the pile near the front door, planning to bring it into your room. It’s heavier than you expect, and for a second, you wobble on your feet as the weight shifts in your arms.

“Ahh—careful!” Jin calls, but before he can do anything, Jungkook is already there.

One second, you’re bracing for impact, and the next, Jungkook’s hands are on your waist, steadying you effortlessly like you weigh nothing at all. His grip is firm, warm, and annoyingly familiar, even though you’ve barely known him a week. 4 days to be exact.

You suck in a breath, suddenly hyperaware of how close he is. The box you were trying to balance, long forgotten on the floor. His chest is inches from yours, his dark eyes locked onto your face like he’s checking to make sure you’re okay.

“You good?” His voice is lower than usual, quieter. Like his words were meant only for your ears to hear.

You swallow hard, as you begin to feel the flush spread up your cheeks. Were his eyelashes always this long? “Yeah. Yeah, I just—”

“Okay, lovebirds, break it up,” Jin says, completely oblivious, as he wedges himself between you and Jungkook to grab another box. “We still have a lot to move, and if I throw out my back, I’m making one of you pay my medical bills.”

The moment shatters, and Jungkook lets go of you immediately, clearing his throat. The tips of his ears turn red. You take a step back, heart pounding for no good reason.

Jimin, of course, is watching all of this unfold with the most amused expression you’ve ever seen. Though, he doesn’t seem the least bit surprised by what just happened.

“That was cute,” he hums.

You glare at him. “Shut up.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything. He just grabs another box and walks with it to the kitchen like nothing happened.

But when he passes by, you swear you see the corner of his mouth twitch—like he’s trying to contain a smirk.

A few hours later Jin had made dinner. Conveniently, Taehyung decided to show up right as it was done and not when you needed help but none of the others seemed surprised. Where the fuck was he when you were moving boxes?

Dinner went by fast, with the grown men scarfing down every last noodle of the carbonara Jin made. You cleaned up the kitchen while Jin started prepping the coffee maker and packing his lunch for his work day tomorrow.

“Thanks for helping me get settled in here.” Your voice is calm, appreciative as you smile up at Jin.

“Hey don’t worry about it,” he looks over at you as he’s putting his coffee away in the cabinet. “It’s the least we could do since you’ll be putting up with our stray cat.”

Now you’re confused. “Wait. You guys have a cat?” You tilt your head.

You hear Jimin start giggling from over on the couch. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Then Taehyung walks in the living room from the bathroom, yawning and stretching his arms up over his head.

“See! Isn’t he just adorable?” Jimin is full on laughing now and Jungkook breaks a grin next to him.

Taehyung blinks, still half-asleep. “What?” he mumbles, looking between everyone.

Jin closes the cabinet with a smirk. “They’re talking about you, stray cat.”

Taehyung frowns, rubbing the back of his neck. “Stray cat?”

“Yeah,” Jimin says, still laughing. “You show up whenever you want, sleep wherever you want, and steal everyone’s snacks. You’re basically feral.”

Taehyung considers this for a second, then shrugs. “As long as someone feeds me, I’m fine with that.”

Jungkook grins. “Yeah, but we’re still debating if we should let you on the furniture.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Do I need to get you a little bell for your collar?”

Taehyung’s eyes narrow, but there’s amusement there. “Only if it’s Gucci.”

Jin chuckles, grabbing his coffee mug to set it by the coffee maker. “Yeah, that’s fair. Only the finest for our stray.”

You can’t help but smile as the conversation rolls on, easy and light. It already feels like home.

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The apartment had settled into a comfortable quiet, the kind that felt heavier after laughter faded and footsteps retreated behind bedroom doors. Jin was the first to say goodnight, followed by Jimin and Taehyung. Taehyung had crashed in Jimin’s room, leaving the living room to just you and Jungkook.

The soft glow of the lamp cast shadows on the walls, and the low hum of the city outside was the only sound. You pulled the blanket tighter around you, suddenly hyper-aware of the silence. And of Jungkook, sitting just a few feet away on the couch, his legs stretched out, his gaze unreadable.

It felt tense—but not in an awkward way. Charged. Heavy.

Jungkook glanced over, catching you watching him. A slow, knowing smile pulled at his lips. “You always this quiet after dark?”

You huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “Just thinking.”

He tilted his head, studying you. His gaze was slow, deliberate. “That’s a dangerous habit.”

You looked away, hoping he couldn’t see how his attention made your skin feel too tight, too warm. Why did it feel like every word he said was meant to pull at something inside you?

There was a pause before you spoke again. “How’d you get into photography?” The question broke the silence, simple and safe. Something to focus on that wasn’t the way his eyes made your pulse trip.

Jungkook leaned back, his gaze drifting to the ceiling like he was sifting through memories. “Started with a cheap camera when I was a kid. I took pictures of anything that caught my eye. Mostly stupid stuff at first—like street signs or random clouds. But it felt… safe. Like I could hold onto moments that would’ve just disappeared otherwise.”

You nodded, fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “Like freezing time.”

“Exactly.” His eyes found yours again, and something about the way he looked at you made it feel like you were under a lens, being studied, captured. “And sometimes, it’s about understanding people. Seeing them the way they don’t show themselves.”

Your heart gave a small, traitorous beat. “And do you think you’re good at that? Seeing people?”

Jungkook’s smile was slow and a little dangerous. “Sometimes.” He let the word hang for a second. “I think I understand you a little better now.”

The words were simple. Casual. But they landed heavy, a low pulse beneath your skin. You hated how much you wanted to ask what he meant. Hated how just one look from him felt like more than it should.

You kept your voice steady. “Oh, yeah? What do you see?”

He shrugged, but there was mischief in his eyes. “Someone who doesn’t like silence. Someone who thinks too much when it’s quiet.”

Your lips twitched into a small smile. He wasn’t wrong. “Maybe.” You looked down for a second, letting the moment break, but your thoughts didn’t quiet. Did he really see that? Or was that just a good guess? Was he actually trying to look deeper, or were you imagining it?

You looked back up. “Sometimes it’s easier to think when it’s quiet. But it’s also… lonelier.”

Jungkook’s gaze lingered on you, something softer there now. “Yeah.” His voice was quieter. “Silence can be loud when you’re the only one in it.”

The words sat between you for a moment, heavier than the room and real. You wondered if he felt it too—this quiet weight between you. Or if it was just in your head.

“I guess that’s why I take pictures,” he said. “To fill the silence with something that matters. Like… proof that I was here, that something I saw mattered to someone.”

You watched him, wondering how many moments he’d tried to hold onto. How many he’d let slip through his fingers. And why it felt like he was saying more than just words.

“Do you ever think about the future?” you asked, surprising yourself. “Like… what happens when the moments stop coming? When there’s no one to share them with?” The last question carries more meaning than you intend it to. When there’s no one to share the moments with because your friends have moved on and have their own lives.

Jungkook’s eyes flicked to yours, and the warmth in them turned sharp, curious. “You mean ‘the future’ like… finding someone? Having a family to share them with?”

You nodded. You hated how vulnerable it felt, but you didn’t take it back. Jungkook’s next words came slow, careful.

“Yeah. I think about it.” He paused, then added, “Wonder if I’m chasing something that isn’t really meant for me though.”

The vulnerability in his tone pulled something from you. Something deep in your chest. “I think about it too,” you said, softer. “Like, what if it never happens? What if it’s just… always this?”

Jungkook’s eyes don’t leave yours. He was watching you again, like he could see more than you wanted him to. “Maybe you’re just too picky.”

You let out a soft breath, forcing a small smirk. “Or maybe I just haven’t met the right person.”

His smile turned slow, with warmth beneath it. “And where do you think the right person is hiding?”

“Beats me,” you said, but your heart was racing now. “If I knew, I’d have found them by now.”

His gaze dropped to your lips for half a second—brief but noticeable—before returning to your eyes. “Maybe they’re closer than you think.”

The words hit deeper than you wanted them to. Your stomach twisted, heat pooling low. You hated how easily his words unraveled you. How much you wanted to believe him. You told yourself it was just flirting, harmless and casual, but it didn’t feel harmless. Not when his gaze felt like a touch, not when his words left something burning beneath your skin.

Silence stretched again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was charged, electric. You knew you should look away, say something to break it, but you couldn’t. You didn’t want to.

And then Jungkook said, voice low, “Do you ever feel like… even with all these people around, no one really gets you?”

You swallow thickly as your throat tightens. You could’ve lied, but it felt wrong in this moment. “Yeah. All the time.”

He nodded, his eyes softening in a way that made it worse. “Same. It’s like… they know the version of me that I show them, but not the rest. Not the parts I don’t even understand.”

“Yeah,” you said, your voice quiet. “Like there’s always some part of me that feels… alone.”

Jungkook’s eyes bore deep into yours. “Maybe you just haven’t met the right person yet. Someone who actually sees you.”

The words lingered, heavier than the air, thicker than the quiet. For a moment, you didn’t breathe, didn’t move. You weren’t sure if it was the words themselves or the way he said them. Slow. Intentional. Like they meant more.

His hand brushed against yours—accidental or not, you couldn’t tell. But he didn’t pull away.

The sound of a creak from the hallway broke the moment, snapping you both back into the real world. Jungkook glanced toward the hallway, then back at you, the corner of his mouth lifting like he knew exactly what that moment had been.

“Guess we should call it a night,” he said, voice low but still soft.

“Yeah,” you replied, though your pulse was still thrumming.

But neither of you moved for a few seconds.

Not yet.

You both just sat there, too far away from each other on the couch. The atmosphere too quiet. Too intimate. Too palpable.

Jungkook took a slow, deliberate deep breath and stood up, looking over at you as he started walking to his room.

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Night, Jungkook.” You watch him disappear down the hall and into his room.

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End chapter 1

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