BTS Members When They Have A Bad Dream

Maknae Line

The second part to my first text sets ^_^ I hope you guys like them! Let us know if you want more! <3

~Librarian Joon

BTS Members When They Have A Bad Dream

Hyung Line

I decided to try my hand at doing fake texts. So this is the first one ^_^ I hope you guys like it! Let me know! The maknae line will be up later!

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I Love You

Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 1597

Genre: Fluff

You were screaming with your boyfriend for the umpteenth time. It seemed like every other day you were fighting about something. This time it was because you hadn’t put a plate in the dishwasher. He just lost it and started flipping out on you, calling you lazy and selfish and stupid. You knew he must have had a rough day at work, because this was the stupidest argument you’ve had in a while, but it didn’t matter to you. You didn’t deserve it and you let him know. You were screaming in his face and he was screaming back until you told him where he could shove his attitude and left, slamming the door to his apartment.

It wasn’t until you walked down to the street that you remembered he had picked you up last night and your car was at your house, over an hour away. You sat on the sidewalk, trying to hold back tears of frustration as you willed yourself to calm down. You felt your phone go off and pulled it out, ready to start the fight over thinking it was him messaging you. You looked at your phone and saw that it wasn’t your boyfriend, but your best friend, Namjoon.

You immediately called his number, not even bothering to read the text.

“Well I wasn’t expecting a response so soon,” his deep voice chuckled on the other end of the line.

“Joonie…,” you said, your voice cracking as tears welled in your eyes. That was all you had to say.

“Where are you?” he asked, his voice changing from playful to concerned immediately.

“I’m at (B/N)’s house,” you told him. “Please hurry.” Your voice cracked again and he hung up immediately. You pulled your knees up to your chest as the tears overflowed. You were sick of this. You were sick of fighting and feeling like shit all the time. You could barely breathe without him complaining about something.

‘Why am I even with him?’ you thought to yourself. It wasn’t always like that. You two had been dating for a little less than a year now, and when you first started dating it was great. He was sweet, and romantic, and always looked out for you. But as the months passed you started going out less, he wanted to stay home all the time. You started fighting more and more too. You kept telling him it was because you two never actually went out and did anything together, that you were feeling claustrophobic half the time, but he never listened.

You heard Namjoon’s car pull up at the same time you heard the apartment door slam behind you. You turned your head and saw (B/N) walking down the steps towards you, his fists clenched and his face red with anger. You stood, letting out a sigh, getting ready to start the next fight.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” he yelled, pointing his finger at Namjoon.

“I called him,” you said, your teeth clenched as you tried to keep your temper. You hated making a scene outside, and you especially hated fighting in front of your friends.

“So you’re calling other guys now? You stupid slut!” he started, and you took a step ready to let him have it, but Namjoon grabbed your hand and pushed you towards the car.

“Get in,” he said quietly. You looked at him and saw fire in his eyes. You’d never seen him so mad before, and you knew not to argue with him. You nodded and walked towards the car, your boyfriend yelling after you.

“Get back here you stupid bitch!” he yelled, walking towards you, but Namjoon stood in his way.

“I suggest you turn around and head back inside,” Namjoon told him, his fists clenched. You sat in the car and rolled the window down so you could hear everything that happened. You looked him up and down and saw that every muscle in his body was taught. He looked ready to spring any second. Your boyfriend turned and looked at him, a sneer on his face.

“Who the fuck do you think you are exactly?” he said, turning his attention to Namjoon instead of you. He pushed his shoulder hard, causing Namjoon to take a half step back, but he just smirked at your boyfriend.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he said quietly. You could hear the rage seep out of his words as he lifted his arm. He swung his fist into your boyfriend’s face, hitting his square on the cheek. You could see his head snap to the side as he fell, catching himself on the pavement. He looked back up at Namjoon, his eyes wide, not having expected him to actually do something. He spit on the pavement and you could see the blood dripping from his lip. He sat on the ground and wiped his lip with the back of his hand.

“Fine, you want that whore so much, go ahead and have her,” he said, spitting again. You just stared at him wide-eyed. “You hear that bitch? We’re fucking done. Don’t come back here or you’ll regret it,” he yelled at you through the window, before getting up and heading back inside, slamming the door behind him.

Namjoon shook out the hand he had hit him with, clenching and unclenching his fist as he looked at his knuckles. You just sat there stunned, the tears welling up again. You weren’t sure what exactly it was you were upset about, but you expected it was just the entire series of events. Namjoon got in the car, slamming the driver’s door shut, making you flinch slightly before throwing the car into drive and peeling out.

He sped down the road, going almost double the speed limit, flying through intersections and lights. You were clutching the door, crying silently, not wanting to instigate him until he slammed on the brakes right outside of your house. You slowly let go as he said nothing, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white, except the knuckle on the hand he had hit with. That one was bleeding. You hadn’t noticed until now and you were worried.

“Oh Nam..” you started but he slammed the steering wheel, interrupting you.

“Why (Y/N)?!” he yelled, finally looking at you. You could see the worry in his eyes as he yelled, and you understood why he was so upset now. “Why are you with someone like that? Huh? Why are you with someone who would call you names and treat you like shit! You think I don’t know about all the fighting? I can hear you when you step outside when we’re together! I hear you fighting with him! I see the pain in your eyes when you get back and how your mood changes! I notice EVERYTHING (Y/N)! And I don’t understand why you’re with him when I…” he stops mid rant and just shakes his head.

“When…when you what?” you stutter out, wanting him to finish his sentence.

He looked at you, his jaw clenched. You could see his internal fight as he decided whether or not to tell you. He finally let out a sigh and he just looked at you. He looked so vulnerable right then, like he was opening up everything to you.

“When I’m in love with you and would treat you ten times better than that..that jackass,” he said, looking away, unable to look at you without wondering whether or not he had made a mistake.

You sat there stunned. He wasn’t serious, was he? But he didn’t take it back. You reached out slowly and grabbed his hand gently, your own shaking slightly. He looked up at you, his head still down.

“I…I’ve loved you forever Joonie,” you confessed. “I just…I never said anything because I always assumed it wasn’t the same. I mean, you’re so kind and handsome and talented and…” he cut you off by leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours.

You were stunned at first, your eyes wide as you felt his full soft lips land on yours, but you soon realized what was happening. Your eyes drifted shut as you returned his kiss, your grip on his hand tightening. He pulled away slowly after a moment and just looked at you. You bit your lip, watching him analyze you.

“You love me?” he asked finally, his voice small and soft, but you could hear the hope within. You smiled shyly and nodded slowly. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours as he let out a long breath he had seemed to be holding onto. You laughed softly and he smiled, giving you another gentle kiss.

“In that case,” he started, looking at you, his eyes filled with love. “Be mine (Y/N). Let me treat you like the queen that you are. Let me love you the way you should be loved,” he said, his hand caressing your cheek. You nuzzled his hand lightly as he spoke, then you nodded in response. His smile lit up the world, his deep dimples showing through the smile. You laughed as you leaned in and kissed him.

“Now let’s get you upstairs and clean this up,” you told him, taking his injured hand in your own. He nodded and you two got out of the car.

“I can’t believe you actually hit him,” you laughed, holding his hand as you walked towards your apartment.

“Neither can I, but it was worth it,” he said smiling down at you.

~Librarian Joon

I hope y’all like this super protective and sweet Joonie <3 I like to imagine that this would totally be him lol. Please feel free to leave feedback and comments and requests!

Lost Boy

BTS Story

Word Count: 1525

Genre: Varied

So this is going to be an all inclusive series, containing multiple different kpop groups, including Big Bang, BTS, Vixx, and GOT7. The main story will surround BTS as Peter and his Lost Boys, while all the other kpop members will be featured as different characters. I hope you guys enjoy this series as I develop it!

I had lived my entire life buried in the fantasies of storybooks. I learned to read when I was about 5 years old and since then I hadn’t been able to stop. I loved happy endings in fairy tales. I loved how there was always a prince to save the princess, and how good always won against evil. It helped me believe in the good in the world, and that was always what I saw, the good.

I have had a few different favorite fairy tales over the years, but Cinderella would always be my favorite. There was something about that happily ever after that always got to me. It just brought so much hope into my heart and made me feel better no matter what was going on. I could reread that story every day and never get tired of it. Even now at 17, I read it most nights to my brothers,

I have two younger brothers, Jiyong and Seunghyun, but I call them GD and Top. They decided that’s what they wanted their nicknames to go by, and really, who’s going to argue with a 14 and 11 year old.

They love fairy tales just as much as I do, but they prefer pirate stories. They’re always playing pretend. Imagining the bedroom is the open ocean, and they’re rival captains on their ships. My father thinks its ridiculous.

He’s a bit uptight, being manager of the town bank. He believes that everything should have its place, children included. I think we get our imagination from our mother. She reads us fairy tales at night, and plays pretend with the boys when they ask her.

I had been asked to watch the boys tonight. My father had a dinner party to attend with mayor, and my mother had to go with him. Mother went to the boys’ room and tucked them in before leaving, then came and gave me a kiss on the head before walking out the door.

“The boys are already in bed, just stay up a bit and make sure they’re asleep before you go to bed okay (Y/N)?” she said from the doorway.

I nodded, not looking away from my book. “Yes mother,” I tell her, and then I hear the door click as my father drags her out, not wanting to be late, even though they were already twenty minutes early.

I read my book for a few more minutes before I heard rough housing upstairs. I let out a sigh as I placed my bookmark in the pages, putting the book on the end table, and going to see what the boys were up to.

I cracked open the door and peeked in, just in time for a pillow to go flying at the door. I let out a small shriek, not being prepared for the incoming pillow and closed the door just before it hit me in the face. I swung open the bedroom door and the two boys froze in their place, looking at me.

I picked up the pillow and threw it at Top before running over towards GD’s bed. As he was the younger of the two, I tended to side with him in these games. We went back and forth throwing “cannonballs” at the other, before GD and I were able to capsize Top’s ship.

Once Top had surrendered and sworn his loyalty to Captain GD I told them it was time for bed. I made sure they were all tucked in and not going to try to escape again and I made my way to the door. I went to shut off the light and close the door, but before I could even flip the switch I heard GD’s voice.

“Aren’t you going to read us a story?” he asked quietly. I smile at him lovingly. I loved the fact that even though they were getting older, they still wanted their fairy tales.

“Aren’t you getting too old for fairy tales Jiyong?” I teased him, using his actual name.

“Hey!” he said, sitting up in bed. “My name is GD and no I am not too old for fairy tales,” he said, crossing his arms in defiance. I laughed at his little act.

“Alright, alright,” I told him, going back over the their beds, sitting on the edge of GD’s. “Which one shall we have tonight,” I asked him, even though I already knew the answer.

“Peter Pan!” GD yelled. I laughed and got up to get the book off the shelf. “How did I know?” I fake sigh. “Are you sure you don’t want Snow White or Rapunzel instead?”

He shook his heads and I went back over to GD’s bed. He crawled out of his covers and sat next to me, leaning his head on my shoulder. I looked over at Top and asked if he was coming.

“No,” he said rolling his eyes. “I AM too old for fairy tales.”

“Suit yourself,” I shrug and open the book. I look down at GD. “Now where did we leave off the last time?”

“Peter was saving the Lost Boys from Captain Hooks pirate ship,” he said, snuggling in closer to my side. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and tucked him into my side, flipping through the book to the part of the story he was talking about. I had read it to them so many times I knew where every part was by heart. I could probably recite the whole book at this point, but they wouldn’t have it.

I start to read, peeking down every so often to look at GD smiling and reading along silently. After a few pages Top finally caves and comes over to the bed. I pause and look up at him.

“I..I thought you could use some more company,” he said shrugging. I nodded.

“I could always use your company darling,” I tell him patting the bed. He gets comfortable and I continue reading.

I get to the end of the story and close the book, running my hand through GD’s soft hair. He looks up at me.

“Do you think it’s real?” he asked me.

“Hm?” I respond, looking down at him. “Is what real?”

“Neverland,” he said softly, looking at the book. “Do you think it’s real?”

“Of course not,” Top huffs. “It’s just a story.”

I shake my head at him. “I believe it is. I believe that stories as old as these must be based on truth. I mean, who could come up with someone as wonderful as Peter? He must be real,” I say, a smile forming on my lips. I honestly didn’t believe that something that wonderful existed, but wouldn’t it be extraordinary if it did?

“I hope it does,” GD says, almost sad. I frown and look down at him.

“Why is that?” I ask, patting his head.

“I don’t want to grow up. I don’t want to end up like Father. Old and grouchy. He never wants to play. He doesn’t believe in pretending. He’s so…grown up. I don’t want to end up that way. I want to be happy.”

I frowned listening to him, looking over at Top and seeing the frown on his face as well. I reached over and pulled him in close too.

“Listen boys,” I tell them. “Even if you do grow up, you can still stay a child in your heart. Father just forgot about that for a little while. He still loves us all very dearly though, and you just have to remember that. Even if he doesn’t play with you.”

They nod and I let out a soft sigh, kissing the top of both of their heads. “It’s time for bed now boys,” I tell them. Top goes over to his bed, and I tuck him in, kissing his cheek. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

“Goodnight (Y/N)” he says, rolling over and closing his eyes.

I go over to GD’s bed to tuck him in but he takes my hand. “Will you stay here until I sleep?” he asks. It’s been a long time since he asked me something like that. I frowned slightly.

“Why? Do you not want to sleep alone?” I ask him. He shakes his head. “Last night…there was this shadow that kept moving around the room. It scared me and I didn’t see it leave.”

I smile down at him softly. He’s still so young. I nod and tell him to move over, getting into bed next to him. I cover the both of us with the blanket and he curls up against me. I play with his hair until I hear his breath steady as he falls into a deep sleep. I let out a yawn and decide to just stay there tonight, not wanting to chance waking the poor boy up.

I closed my eyes and started to drift off. As I fell into sleep, I thought I heard the click of the window latch, but I shrugged it off as the house settling and let myself start to dream.

I had no idea of the figure climbing into our bedroom window.

~Librarian Joon

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That Kid Thing

Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 1080

Genre: Fluff

You were pushing your younger sister on the swing at the park.

You were babysitting for you dad for the day since it was his anniversary. So you and your boyfriend, Yoongi, had taken your siblings to the park for the afternoon.

You looked around while you were pushing her for your boyfriend, and soon found him lying on the hill a bit further down the park with the eldest of your three siblings. She was reading a book and he seemed to be taking a nap. You shook your head laughing softly as you took in the sight.

He was always taking little naps throughout the day. You knew part of it, though a small part, was because he was always up late working. But you also knew that he was just part cat, and especially on warm days like this, he liked to nap in the sun.

You looked back at your sister and gave her another push. She was 9 but she still loved when you pushed her on the swing because you always went overboard with it.

“(Y/N)! Watch me! I’m gonna jump off!” she yelled to you as she swung. You nodded laughing. “Alright (YS/N). Lets see what you got.”

She waited until she was at the highest point and then she jumped, landing right on her feet. You screamed in excitement and clapped, running over to give her a hug.

“There’s my little gymnast!” you yelled picking her up and giving her a kiss on the cheek. You put her down and she ran over to the monkey bars, going around them over and over again.

You recorded her a few times on your phone, sending them to your dad so he could see. She had always been good at things like this since she was little, but she loved to show off. You looked up and saw your brother on the slide with another little boy he had befriended as soon as you arrived.

“(YB/N)!” you yelled to him, motioning for him to come over to you. He ran over and looked up at you.

“Just a couple more minutes and then we’re going to go the hill and have lunch okay sweetie?” you told him and he nodded before running back off to his friend.

After another 10 minutes your stomach started to rumble, so you gathered up the kids and headed towards Yoongi and (YS/N). The little one ran over to Yoongi and jumped on his stomach, waking him up and making him laugh when he saw who it was.

“Yah! (YS/N)! Don’t you know better than to wake up a sleeping bear!” he yelled at her playfully and she quickly got up, scrambling to run away from him. He got up and chased her for a few minutes while you got there lunches out of the cooler you had brought. You laughed watching them and handed the other two their sandwiches and juices.

You yelled for Yoongi and (YS/N) to come and eat and watched as he grabbed her up, carrying her over his shoulder to where you were all sitting. You all ate lunch and the kids got up to roll down the hill.

After a few trips down they yelled for you to go roll with them and you jumped up to race over to them. You loved acting like a kid, and babysitting was your excuse to do it as much as you wanted. You and the oldest decided to have a race to see who could make it down the hill first. You did this a few more times with the other two, stopping when you couldn’t see straight anymore.

You went back over to Yoongi while the three of them chased after each other. You sat down in front of him, as he moved his legs so you could sit right between them and lean into his chest. The two of you sat there a moment, watching the kids, Yoongi’s arms wrapped around your waist, his chin on your head.

You felt him move his head to your shoulder. “You know what I was thinking?” he asked, giving you a light kiss on the cheek.

“Let me guess,” you teased. “You were thinking about either taking another nap or about your next song.”

“Ha, ha,” he said sarcastically, poking you in your sides, making you laugh. “No asshat. I was thinking, we should make one of those.”

“One of what?” you said turning your head to look at him.

“A kid,” he said smiling at you. “I really want to have a kid with you (Y/N). I think we’re ready.”

You were stunned. He was always very cautious about making big decisions like this, especially with his career on the rise like it was. You two had been together for 5 years, and you had talked about the future, of course. But he always said that his life was too hectic to think about settling down yet. He wanted to wait until everything was secure and he would be able to be there 100%. And you had always accepted that, because that was who he was, and you loved that he wanted to be there for you that way.

You let a small smile break your lips. “Are you serious?” you asked him, holding your breath in excitement, waiting for him to say he was joking.

He nodded. “Yeah, I am. I really think we’re ready for it. Of course, I think we should be married first,” he said and he reached into his pocket.

Your jaw dropped as you waited to see what he was getting. He pulled out a small box and opened it for you, a sparkling diamond ring sitting inside. You screamed a bit, covering your mouth as you started tearing up.

“So what do you think (Y/N)?” he said, smiling at you.

You slapped his arm playfully. “This is the worst proposal ever,” you teased. This was so him, to just nonchalantly propose to you even though he had obviously planned this entire thing.

“So is that a yes?” he said taking the ring out. You nodded and he slipped it on your hand. You started crying as he leaned in to kiss you, hugging him tight.

“So when we get home, we can start on that kid thing, right?” he said winking at you, making you slap him again. He just laughed at you, hugging you against his chest.

~Librarian Joon

I love getting to write Suga as this sweet little thing <3 He’s so cute, even though he always tries to seem so gangsta lol. Anyways, hope y’all like this one too! Please feel free to leave feedback and comments and requests! 

It All Started With Art

Choi Seung-hyun (T.O.P) X Reader

Word Count: 2307

Genre: Fluff x Smuuuuuut

You were walking around the Museum of Art in Seoul, taking in the beautiful sculptures and paintings around you. You lost yourself in the view as you strolled through the museum, taking your time at each individual piece to imagine the artist’s thoughts and intentions. It wasn’t until you almost walked into someone that you remembered that you weren’t actually alone.

You walked right into a tall figure, losing your balance from the collision and falling on your butt. You landed with a small “umph” and rubbed at your lower back, trying to ease the sting.

“I’m so sorry,” you start, as does the person you had walked into. You look up to see a large hand in your face, offering to help you up. You take their hand in yours, your eyes widening slightly as you see how their large hand engulfed your own small one. You let your eyes trail up their arm, over their broad shoulders, and up to their face. You took in the sharp angles of his face, his deep brown eyes even sharper as they took you in while you stood up. You quickly brushed yourself off and tried to fix yourself, your face heated as he let out a low chuckle.

You stopped for a brief second hearing the low timbre of his voice, the sound washing over your senses. You’d never quite had a reaction like that to a male. It was…curious to say the least. You looked up at him, smiling embarrassed as you bowed your head in apology.

“Thank you for the help. I’m so sorry again for bumping into you,” you said, looking anywhere but him. He smiled gently and tilted his head a bit, looking at you. You cleared your throat and looked around, trying to think of anything to say, but coming up with nothing.

“Uhm, well. I guess I’ll be on my way. I’m sorry again,” you said and started to walk away, but was stopped by the sound of his deep voice once again.

“You know,” he said, the bass in his voice setting your nerves aflame. “I’m actually here by myself, and I wouldn’t really mind the company. If you wanted to look around together that is.”

You turned to look at him, and saw him rubbing the back of his neck, looking just as nervous as you were. You were amazed. How good a man who looked like a god be nervous talking to you? You didn’t understand, but you also didn’t want to argue with it. You let out a shy smile and nodded.

“I’d love to,” you say, your voice soft. He looked at you, his eyes widening a bit as if he’s surprised you said yes. You giggle softly and smile at him a bit braver. “My name is (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you.”

He smiled in return. “I’m Choi Seung-hyun,” he said, heading towards you. You bit your lip nervously as you turned to walk down the hall. He followed next to you, his arms behind his back as the two of you walked along the artwork. He would stop at each one and ask your opinion, always looking at you as you talked and really listening to what it was you were saying. It was refreshing having someone to talk to about the art. Your friends didn’t have as avid an interest as you did. The two of you walked around and talked and laughed, telling the other stories as you went.

You learned that he himself was an artist, but he rarely showed his work. He had 4 best friends that he lived with, and they were practically family. You laughed as he told you about how the oldest and the youngest were always fighting with one another. His eyes lit up as he talked, and it was all you could do to not kiss him.

You told him about yourself, how you were an amateur writer, and how you had one sister but she had moved to the United States right after college. You talked about living in Seoul and found out that the two of you lived relatively close to one another. You were so enraptured with talking with him that the next thing you knew, the museum was closing.

He suggested the two of you go get dinner, and of course you agreed. You walked with him through the streets of Seoul as he brought you to one of his favorite restaurants. It was a bit fancier than what you were used to, but he assured you the food was excellent. When he walked in you were immediately seated and brought menus. You were surprised but he just smiled, slightly embarrassed, and suggested different things. You decided on what you wanted and the two of you talked all throughout dinner. There was even a point where you almost choked from laughing so much, and you scared the crap out of him.

At the end of the night Seung-hyun insisted on walking you home. You smiled and nodded, not wanting the night to end. As you started walking towards your apartment, he walked next to you, and wrapped your hand in his. The instant you felt his warm hand wrap around your own you felt your face heat up. You looked down quickly, seeing your small hand engulfed by his own, and your mind started racing.  You were thinking about where else those large hands could go, and how other parts would look compared to them.

You felt yourself blushing from head to toe. “Is something wrong?” he asked, looking at you worriedly.

You laughed it off, quickly thinking of other things to try and calm yourself. “Y…yeah of course,” you smiled and squeezed his hand lightly as you walked. You saw him smile at the squeeze and you talked some more on the walk.

When you finally made it back to your apartment, he walked you up to your door. You stopped on the stoop and looked up at him. You weren’t ready to leave him yet. You had never felt a connection like this, at least not this fast. It felt like you had known one another forever, like he was your best friend that you were seeing for the first time in years. You felt a comfortable camaraderie with him.

“Uhm…can I have your number?” he asks you, and you smile, taking his phone and putting your number in it, texting yourself so you would have his.

“Would you…would you like to come up for a drink?” you offered, feeling brave for a brief moment, and were delightfully surprised by his nod. You unlocked the door and walked into your place. Giving him a quick tour, you left him in the living room while you went and dropped your things off in your room. When you walked back out you saw him sitting on the couch, looking at the pictures on your side table. You went to the kitchen to get the two of you some wine.

You were reaching up for the glasses when suddenly you felt a warm body behind you. You lowered your arm when you saw his stretching over you for the glasses. You turned in his arms, your breath catching in your throat as you saw him looking down at you. Your tongue darting out to lick your suddenly dry lips. He set the glasses down and gently reached up, brushing a strand of hair that had fallen out of place behind your ear. His hand rubbed your cheek gently, and you wished he would lean in and kiss you. Which was exactly what happened.

You saw his head lower towards yours, and your chin tilted up while your eyes closed, just in time for his lips to lightly brush against yours. It was barely a touch at first, just a tentative question almost, but when you let out a sigh of pleasure, he dove in. His lips seemed to devour yours, his fingers running up and locking themselves in your hair as your own hands draped around his shoulders. His hands traveled down your back, placing themselves on your hips and pulling you close into him. You sank into his embrace and felt yourself melting into the kiss. When he slipped his tongue into your mouth you knew you were lost.

You let out a small moan against his lips, your hands running through his soft hair, and he pulled away slowly. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, searching for answers to unspoken questions. You decided to take a chance, and reached down to grab his hand, pulling him towards the bedroom. He hesitated for a moment, but you could see the fire in his eyes as he looked at you. He followed you to your room and he closed the door gently behind the both of you. You stood at the end of your bed, unsure of what to do next, just watching him stare at you.

He walked over to you slowly, taking in every inch of you with each step he took. You could almost hear the thoughts in his head as he looked you up and down. When he reached you he slipped his hands around your waist, letting his hands slip under your shirt to touch your hot skin, causing you to let out a soft sigh. At the sound he grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it up and off of you. You instinctually tried to cover yourself, but he grabbed your hands and held them at your sides. He said nothing, just took in the sight of you, and you could see in his eyes what he thought of you.

You took the opportunity to be brave, and reached behind yourself, undoing your bra and letting it fall off and onto the floor. You looked down, still shy, but your eyes shot up when you heard his sharp intake of breath.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes aflame with lust as he took in the sight of you bare before him. You bit your lip as you smiled up at him softly. He pulled his own shirt off and his hands immediately went up to your face, caressing you as he pulled you in for another deep kiss. You melted into his embrace, letting your hands run up and down his chiseled chest, your fingertips grazing over the bumps of his muscles. You wrapped your arms around him and let your fingers rub and massage against his back and shoulders, unable to stop touching him as he seemed to swallow your very soul with his searing his kiss.

The two of you let your hands travel to the others pants, undoing them and pushing them off. He pushed you lightly onto the bed, climbing up your body, leaving a hot trail of kisses along your abdomen and chest, working his way up to your neck. You let your body squirm beneath him as each kiss lit your skin on fire, your breath picking up into a heavy pant as you let yourself just feel. His lips reached your ear and he bit gently at your earlobe, causing you to let out a soft moan that made him stiffen for a moment.

He quickly kissed back down your body and pulled off your panties, sliding back up your body as he took your mouth with his once again. You wrapped your entire self around him, wanting him as close as possible while you kissed him. He pulled back slowly, his hips pressing against yours.

“I’m sorry, I can’t wait,” he looked down at you, askingly. You nodded and he pulled his own boxers off. You reached into your bedside table and pulled out a condom, handing it to him and he quickly slid it on. He placed himself at your entrance, looking at you one last time for permission. You simply raised your hips in answer, your nails digging lightly into his shoulders. That was all he needed. He slowly slid himself into your core. You grimaced slightly as you felt yourself stretch to fit him. He wasn’t your first, but he was definitely the biggest. He held you close and whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you adjusted to his side before moving again.

He pulled out slowly before sliding back in, and at the sound of your moans he knew it was alright. He started moving inside you, thrusting slow and gentle, making you writhe and squirm beneath him. The two of you clutching to one another, your hands exploring one another’s bodies the entire time. Your hands, mouths, breath, never leaving the other as you moved together. You felt your body grow hot as you neared your climax. You whimpered his name softly, and he could feel you tightening around him. Knowing how close you were he sped up, moving inside you faster and harder, pushing you over the edge.

You exploded beneath him, your arms like steel around him as your body went aflame, the pleasure scorching your body as it flowed through you. After a few more pumps his own body stiffened, and you could feel him twitch inside of you. His arms wrapped around you as he let his own climax flow, and you had never felt so satisfied in your life.

When you were done he laid next to you, and you turned and curled up against him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, kissing you softly all over your face and whispering sweet nothings as you drifted off. As you fell asleep in his arms, his own breath slowing to that of sleep, you knew this was going to be the start of a beautiful thing.

~Librarian Joon

So this was another one of my earlier works, but since I still haven’t uploaded all of them yet, I’m working on posting more of them. Anyways, I hope you guys like it! Please feel free to send in requests and leave comments or feedback! <3

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Hey all! So I know it's been quiet but Librarian Mincy and I have been very busy. I have about 4 different writing projects going on cuz I can't quite focus lol so I'm sorry. But I am looking for another Admin to help out!!! So please, if you're interested, send me a message and let me know! Thank you! ~Librarian Joon

You’re Mine

Jiyong x Reader

Word Count: 2681

Genre: Fluff into smutty smutty smut smut

You loved your new family.

They weren’t your actual family, but they were the closest thing you had at the moment. You had lost your parents a few years ago in a car accident that changed your life forever. Having been the only child, and having the rest of your family live across the ocean, you were more or less alone now. You worked a lot, trying to keep busy, before going home to your apartment.

But that all changed when you met Jiyong. He was so sweet, and caring, and hilarious. His bright, bubbly self had broken his way into your life, and you couldn’t imagine it without him now. The two of you had met while he was on vacation. He had stopped in at your café, and the two of you started talking and became instant friends. You exchanged phone numbers, and agreed to meet up with him a few more times before he headed back to Seoul.

You fell in love with him almost instantly. Hearing him talk about himself, and his dreams, and his goals. He told you about his friends, and how they were a huge part of his life. Listening to him go on and on about things, always stopping to ask for your input, or apologize for talking so much. You thought he was adorable. You always just smiled and reassured him you were listening to him, and he wasn’t talking too much. You told him about yourself, about how your parents moved to South Korea when you were a baby, and how you had grown up there your entire life. About how the rest of your family all lived in the United States, and how you visited them twice a year. He was impressed that you could speak both languages so fluently, and asked you to help him with his English.

You didn’t tell him about your parents right away, not wanting to scare him off right away, but as your friendship grew, going on for months, you had no choice. On the day of the anniversary of your parents’ death, Jiyong surprised you with a visit. You had taken the day off work, not being able to hold yourself together enough to go in. It may have happened a few years ago, but the pain was still as fresh as ever.

He let himself into your apartment, having had a key made last month for when he was in town so he could let himself in while you were working. He came in, thinking you weren’t home since all the lights were off. He switched on the living room light and saw you huddled on the couch, crying quietly, holding a picture of your parents and you. You were so wrapped up in memories and your sadness, that you hadn’t even heard him enter. He walked over to you slowly, reaching down to touch your shoulder.

When his hand touched you, you screamed in surprise, looking up at him wide-eyed. He simply looked at you quietly, and you just broke down. You started sobbing as he pulled you into his arms, rocking you gently. As the sobs started to quiet down, he asked you what happened, and you told him about the accident. He sat quietly with you the entire time as you told him all about it, simply rubbing your back and kissing your hair as he held you. At the end of your story you sat limp in his arms, exhausted from the emotions rushing through you. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bed. He helped you change, and laid you down, tucking you in.

“Give me a call if you need anything okay? I’m gonna be right down the hall on the couch,” he said, standing up to walk out. But you reached out and grabbed his hand before he could walk away.

“Please,” you whispered softly.

“Please what (Y/N),” he asked, looking down at you worriedly.

“Please don’t leave me alone tonight,” you begged him. You knew it was a bad idea. You knew that you needed him to be more than just your best friend tonight, and you knew that he would only ever think of you as his best friend. But it didn’t matter. You were so emotionally drained that you decided one more heartbreak wouldn’t do much damage.

He hesitated a moment before nodding, laying down in the bed next to you. You turned to face him, tears rolling down your cheeks. He reached up and brushed them away, shushing you before you could say anything and pulling you close to him.

“I’m here (Y/N),” he whispered softly, his chin resting on your head. “Go to sleep. I’m right here.”

You closed your eyes, your body and mind exhausted, and you quickly started to drift off to sleep. As you faded into your dreams, you could have sworn you heard him say “I love you”.

You woke up the next morning, stretching out to find an empty bed. You sat up, looking around for Jiyong, but you didn’t see him. You got up and walked out into the hall, listening to see if you could hear him, but your apartment was quiet.

“I knew it was too good to be true,” you said to yourself quietly. You went back in your room and climbed back into bed, not ready to face the world yet. You started to doze off again when you heard keys in your door. You shot out of bed and walked out of your room, looking down the hall as Jiyong let himself in, carrying a tray with coffee and a bag from a bakery in one hand. He looked up to see you and you melted at the smile that formed on his face. You smiled back and went over to him, taking the tray out of his hand and walking to the kitchen, with him trailing behind.

“I figured you’d need some serious caffeine this morning,” he said chuckling as he pulled some plates out of your cabinet and set them down on the table. You sat at the table and reached for the bag, but he slapped your hand away, making you laugh. He handed you the coffee and waited for you to take a sip. It was your favorite. Your smile grew as you felt the hot liquid warming up your body immediately. He grabbed the butter from the fridge and set it on the table, pulling out your favorite fresh croissants from the bag. He buttered one and handed it to you. You smiled up at him sweetly.

“You don’t have to take care of me you know. I’m okay. Really,” you said, playing with the pastry. He sat down next to you and took a bite of his own pastry, smiling over at you.

“Yes I do,” he said. “It’s a man’s job to take care of the woman that he loves.”

Your eyes flicked up to his in surprise, staring at him for a moment. His face turned bright red as he stared back at you, waiting for you to say something.

“You…you love me?” you stuttered. He nodded, smiling shyly at you. You jumped out of your chair and jumped on his lap as you hugged his neck. “I love you too,” you said, your voice muffled as you hugged his neck. He laughed and hugged you tight. That was the beginning to your perfect relationship.

It wasn’t a fairy tale romance by any means. The two of you fought like any normal couple would. But at the end of the day, your love was strong enough to make the fights meaningless.  After a few weeks Jiyong asked you to move in with him. His days were getting busier and busier and he was finding it hard to make it out of town. You quickly agreed, not being able to stand the thought of being away from him for too long. After another month or two you finally met the guys, and you all immediately became best of friends. But you and Seungri were closer than anyone else. He was like the older brother you never had. You talked to him about everything, and the two of you were always together, when you weren’t with Jiyong.

One day you were at the studio with everyone, watching their dance practice. You had stopped in during the afternoon to bring Jiyong some lunch, and you brought everyone coffee from your favorite café. You sat down against the back wall, watching Jiyong dance, your eyes raking over his body like a cat in heat. You loved watching him dance, seeing the sweat glistening on his skin, watching his muscles move as he did. You licked your suddenly very dry lips, not noticing Seungri walking up to you.

“Geez, close your mouth will ya? You’re gonna make them slip with all the drool your letting out,” he said chuckling, pulling a coffee out of the tray next to you. You laughed and smiled up at him.

“Nice to see you too brat,” you told him, getting up to give him a hug. As your arms wrapped around him, he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You screamed in laughter as he ran around the studio with you on his shoulder, your legs kicking as you yelled at him to put you down, before he finally did. You yelled at him while you were laughing, punching him in the arm. He rubbed it in fake pain, whining playfully, complaining that you were going to injure him before the show. The two of you kept going on and on, joking around and touching one another, not noticing Jiyong’s mood growing darker and darker as he watched the two of you.

He yelled for Seungri to get back to work. Seungri gave you a hug before running back to formation and going over the dance again. You went back to your spot and watched them finish up practice. As they finished and everyone was standing around talking and laughing, Jiyong came over and grabbed him stuff immediately.

“Let’s go,” he said gruffly. You frowned in confusion.

“Aren’t we going to hang out with the guys?” you asked as he sighed, reaching over to grab your hand.

“No. We aren’t. Now let’s go,” he said, pulling you behind him, not saying anything to the guys. You knew better than to argue with him when he was like this. You had to let him calm down first. You yelled goodbye to the guys as he dragged you out the door, following him, asking him what was wrong, but he wouldn’t talk to you. The two of you got to the car and he opened the door for you, waiting for you to get in before slamming the door and walking around to the driver’s seat. He got in and the two of you drove home in silence, his hands tight around the steering wheel in anger.

When you arrived at your apartment, he got out and immediately headed inside, not even waiting for you.  You huffed and got out, slamming your own door as you went in behind him, slamming the apartment door shut.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” You scream at him, sick of getting the silent treatment. He froze in his tracks before turning to look at you.

“What’s my problem? Really?” He asked, his voice growing as his anger did. “My fucking PROBLEM is you and Seungri! Where do you get off letting him touch you like that?! Huh? You’re mine (Y/N)! You belong to me! Not that fucking brat!” He yelled back.

You softened as you heard him speak. You understood now. He was jealous. He was scared. And it was adorable. You walked over to him as he was yelling at you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him mid-rant. You smiled up at him as he started to calm down.

“You have nothing to be jealous over,” you told him. “I’m all yours.”

He smiled down at you. “Damn straight I am,” he says, his hands trailing down to your ass, pulling you tight against him. “And I’m going to show you just how much your mine.”

He lifted your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he walked the two of you to your bedroom, throwing you on the bed. He pulled off your clothes, before pulling off his own, your breath catching in your throat as you stared at him. You loved it when he was dominant in bed, and you knew you were in for a good time tonight.

He climbed on top of you, kissing you hungrily, your arms immediately wrapping around him as you kissed him back. He kissed down your jaw, to your neck, nipping and sucking as he went, leaving his mark on your skin in his wake. He kissed all the way down your body, to your sweet spot. He spread your legs, biting and sucking on your thighs, leaving dark bruises all over them before finally licking your spot. You cried out in pleasure, your back arching on the bed as your hands tightened on the sheets.

He buried his tongue inside of you, spearing you like you were being fucked, your hips rocking against his mouth in pleasure. He switched between licking inside of you to sucking on your clit, until you were at your limit. Your mind blanked as you started to tighten around his fingers, but he pulled away just before you were able to explode. You whimpered down at him as you begged him to let you release. He climbed back up your body, licking along the way up, making you squirm with need.

“Could that BRAT make you feel the way I could?” he asked, biting your earlobe as you moaned in pleasure. “Could he make you scream the way I do? Orgasm the way I do?” He kept asking, as his hands touched you, just enough to bring you pleasure, but not to let you release.

“No…no!” You screamed. “Only you, only you.” You begged.

“That’s right. Because you are MINE,” he said, pushing into you as he said the word mine. Your mind flooded with pleasure at the feel of him finally inside of you, that one movement finally pushing you over the edge. You screamed in pleasure as you clung to him. He grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head as you came around him, his own moans echoing in the room as yours turned to whimpers. He started to move inside of you, in slow calculated thrusts. He pulled out slowly, before slamming back into you, over and over again, driving you wild.

You squirmed underneath him, wanting him to move faster, begging him to move faster, but he kept you pinned down beneath him.

“Who do you belong to,” he whispered in your ear. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you cried out. “I belong to you.”

With that he started moving faster, letting go of your arms. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, clutching to him tightly, as he thrusted inside of you frantically seeking his own release. After a few more thrusts you felt him lose his pace, getting closer to his own end, your second orgasm quickly growing as well. You pulled him down to kiss him hungrily as the two of you came together, clutching to one another as your breaths started to calm down.

He rolled off you and held you close as you tried to control your frantic heart. You smiled up at him and kissed him tenderly.

“I love you Jiyong,” you told him as you tucked your head into his shoulder. He squeezed you tight as you started to drift off, exhausted from your love making.

“I love you too (Y/N),” he said, kissing the top of your head, pulling a blanket over the both of you as you both fell asleep.

~Librarian Joon

Sorry for the delay everyone. Y’all know how crazy life can be. But here’s our first new request! I hope the anon who requested it likes it! The beginning is kinda long I know, but it kinda just wrote itself :3 Let me know what you guys think! And don’t forget to send in more requests <3

Hey Everyone!

Alright so now that I have quite a few pieces up I would really love it if yall would start sending in some requests! I really want to write some new stuff but I’m having a wee bit of a writers block. So send in requests! All kinds of requests! Fluff, smut, angst, threesome...whatever you want we can write! So lets get going!

~Librarian Joon

Reset

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst/Lil Fluff

Word Count: 2762

When I wrote this one shot, I did it listening to Reset by Tiger JK ft Jinsil. As you read I highly suggest you look it up so that you can get the full experience of what I was trying to go for. 

You didn’t want to go to a new school.

You didn’t want to change everything just because she was gone. You didn’t want to forget all about her, but you didn’t have a say in it.

Your sister killed herself.

She was only 17 and she decided that life just wasn’t worth it anymore.

She had been depressed for a while. You all knew it. You didn’t know why. You don’t think she did either. Your parents sent her to the hospital a few times after she had attempted it before. She seemed to be doing better this time.

She went out with her friends, she was smiling more, eating more, starting to put on weight. She even started seeing someone. You all thought this was it. This was when she was going to turn her life around.

But when you came home last month, you found her in the bathtub. You remembered it all. You walked in and yelled for her but you couldn’t find her anywhere. You went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and then you felt water dripping on my hand. You looked up and there was a dark spot in the ceiling, with water dripping from it.

You could feel your heart sink as you looked up at it. Everything stilled. The air seemed to thicken as you tried to breathe. All the noise seemed to drain out of the world, leaving a thick silence that seemed to hum throughout your entire body.

The glass dropped from your hand, shattering against the tile on the kitchen floor. You ran up the stairs, time seeming to slow with every step you took.

‘No, this isn’t real,’ you thought. ‘It can’t be. She wouldn’t. Not now.’

You remembered throwing the door open, but everything seems to happen in slow motion when you bring it back to your memory. The door opening, the brief view of the water on the floor before your eyes flick up to see her in the bathtub. The bright red of the blood against the white porcelain of the tub.

You dropped to your knees as the door slammed against the wall, the force of the hit making it swing closed again. You put your hand out to stop the door from closing and looked at her. Your beautiful sister, as white as the tub. You knew as soon as you saw her it was too late to do anything. You could feel the hot tears start running down your face, one by one.

You remembered screaming. You screamed at the top of my lungs, and you couldn’t seem to stop. It felt like your entire body was shattering, like everything was collapsing on top of you and you couldn’t breathe.

The older woman from next door happened to be out in her garden and heard the screams. She ran over and came upstairs. Her hand flew to her mouth as she saw what you had seen. She reached down and wrapped her arms around you, lifting you up and pulling you away from the bathroom.

When you think about this its in slow motion too. Her arms wrapping around you, trying to lift you. You fought her. You screamed at her to let you go but she wouldn’t. You cried into her shoulder as she rubbed your back.

She left you when you had calmed down enough for her to call the police and your parents. She was crying herself as she told them what happened.

You remembered your mother running into the house and up to the bathroom, completely ignoring your shivering body on the couch. You remembered hearing her own screams as the coroner was loading my sister on his gurney. You remembered your father hugging her and crying with her while she lost her mind.

You remembered the funeral a week later. You remembered how beautiful she looked in her casket. Everyone talked about how sweet and kind she was. They all said they couldn’t believe she would do this to herself. As if you did. You tried. You didn’t think anyone could remember that though.

Your mother said she couldn’t live in that house anymore. She couldn’t take a shower without collapsing. So they decided you had to move.

You had gotten skinny from lack of appetite. Your bones were sticking out more than they had been. Your eyes had deep dark circles under them. Every time you closed your eyes all you could see was the red of the blood on her white skin. You hadn’t slept in weeks.

But your parents were so engrossed with their own grief that they didn’t notice. And you were too far gone to care anymore.

You put on your uniform that morning and looked at yourself briefly in the mirror. You had her long black hair, and her deep brown eyes. You were shorter than she was, she got the height from your father’s side while you took after your shorter mother. Other than that you had looked like you could have been twins.

You wanted to smash the mirror. You hated seeing her every time you saw yourself. You were no longer (Y/N), you were (YS/N). You think that was why your mother couldn’t look at you without breaking out in tears.

The uniform hung on you, having dropped so much weight since it was ordered. You didn’t bother putting on makeup. You weren’t planning on making an impression. You just wanted to get through the day so you could come home.

It was hard going to a new school without her. You felt like you were betraying her almost, like you were doing what they were, replacing her. You refused to let that happen.

You went to the office and met your teacher. He brought you to the classroom and introduced you as the new transfer student. You could hear everyone whispering as they took in how you looked. You heard the word suicide float around and figured they had done their research.

You introduced yourself and took your seat, immediately pulling out your earbuds and plugging in your music. You pulled out the textbook and started writing down the notes, not bothering to try and talk to any of your neighbors.

Come lunch time everyone went to the cafeteria and you followed. You sat at a table on your own, your music playing, and pushed around the food in front of you. You still couldn’t eat anything. You pushed the tray away and pulled out a book to read while you waited to go back to class.

You saw someone sit across from you over the top of your book. Your eyes flicked up and the first thing you saw was bright red. If your skin could have gotten any paler it did, and you dropped my book. You could feel yourself shaking as the world started to go black. But then you were suddenly grounded as someone grabbed your hand.

Your eyes slowly shifted down to the larger hand holding mine. “Hey,” you heard a deep voice from somewhere far away. “Breathe (Y/N). It’s okay.” You registered what the voice was saying and took in a sharp inhale. The trembling slowly started to fade as the hand squeezed yours.

Your eyes traveled back up as you took in his face. A bright rectangle smile on his face as he tilted his head slightly, taking you in. Your eyes flicked up to his hair and realized that that was where the bright red was from.

You tried to gain control over your breathing while he just sat there smiling at you. 

“Hi, I’m Tae,” he said when he saw you calming down. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled. 

His voice sounded like velvet. You mentally shook yourself. 'Stop that (Y/N). You can’t think of anyone that way anymore,’ you scolded yourself. She was dead. You didn’t deserve to be happy when she wasn’t there anymore.

You nodded your head at him and looked back down at your book. He tilted his head again waiting for you to acknowledge him. When you didn’t he waved his hand in front of your eyes.

You let out a sigh and looked up at him again, raising an eyebrow. 

“I introduced myself, you should too,” he said, showing off that smile again. You could almost feel yourself wanting to smile, but before anything could happen my eyes flicked up to his red hair and your eyes started to burn with unshed tears.

“I’m (Y/N),” you whispered softly before picking up your book again. He let out a soft sigh as he figured you didn’t want to talk. He started eating his food for a few minutes before he looked back up, noticing that you weren’t eating.

“Aren’t you gonna eat that?” he pointed at the food on your tray. You shook your head.

“I’m not hungry,” you said and kept reading. You could feel his eyes on you and you looked up, locking eyes with him. He was taking you in, and you could see the worry in his eyes. You didn’t understand why though. He didn’t even know you.

“Are you sure aren’t? I mean, I know it’s not really my place, but you look like you need it,” he said softly, looking at my wrists that were mostly bone. You glared at him lightly. 

“I’m fine,” you told him. He shrugged and went back to eating. The bell rang for class and you packed up and left, leaving him at the table as he called after you. 

You heard him running to catch up to you. He grabbed your wrist, making you turn to look at him. 

“Do you wanna hang out after class? I could show you the town?” he asked, giving you that rectangle smile of his yet again. 'Does this kid ever stop smiling?’ you thought to yourself.

You shrugged and put in your earbuds as you kept walking to class. He caught up to you again and walked in front of you, walking backwards as he tried to get your attention again. You sighed and pulled out an earbud frustratedly.

“Why are you so interested in me exactly?” you snapped at him, the glare you had given him earlier deepening as you stared at him.

He just smiled at you again. ‘I really want to smack that stupid smile off his face’ you thought to yourself. He took a step closer.

“Because I know what you’re going through, and I know how hard it can be,” he said simply, before spinning on his heel and heading down the hallway.

You stood there stunned. You couldn’t move as you felt everything spinning around you. How on earth could he know what it was you were going through? You shook your head and headed down the hall towards your class.

You walked in and stopped in the doorway as you saw the bright red of his hair in the back corner of the room. ‘How had I not noticed him before?’ you thought to yourself, walking towards your desk, head down. You took your seat and you didn’t look up the rest of the class.

When the final bell rang for everyone to go home you started packing up when you felt eyes on you. You let out a sigh and looked up, and sure enough, there was Tae.

“You ready to go?” he said, shifting his bag onto his shoulder. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t remember saying I was going anywhere with you,” you snapped at him again, giving him a slightly wounded look as you shoved yourself out of your seat. You turned and started heading out of the classroom, but he ran in front of you, blocking the doorway.

“Move,” you tell him, looking at the ground, not wanting to look at him because you knew you would cave and go wherever he took you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to go. You did. You wanted to connect to someone again. You had felt so lonely ever since she left. But you didn’t feel like you deserved to be happy.

You had let her down. You hadn’t been there when she needed you. Maybe if you hadn’t stopped to talk to your friends at your locker that day you could have gotten home in time. Maybe if you hadn’t forgotten your textbook in class. Maybe if you had walked just a little faster instead of taking your time. All the maybes were constantly running through your mind.

Everyone says that there wasn’t anything any one could have done. That it was just a problem within herself. But she was your sister. The two of you had been so close when you were younger, and while she had drifted away, you had felt as though you were still close. You didn’t know why she didn’t confide in you. Why she didn’t tell you what was going through her head. You didn’t know why she felt like she had to go through this alone.

“I’m not moving until you agree to come out with me. Come on, just for an hour or so. I’ll buy you ice cream,” he said, breaking your thoughts. You looked up at him, the anger gone, leaving only self-loathing.

“Why?” you asked him. “And I want an actual answer this time. If I like it I’ll go,” you told him, crossing your arms across your chest.

His smile broke, and he looked at you seriously. He let out a sigh and shoved his hand through his hair. “I lost my best friend to suicide,” he said.

You could hear the pain in his voice. You could feel the tears rising again, but you swallowed them down. You weren’t about to break down in front of a stranger, no matter how much you wanted to with him.

“It happened last year. I still don’t know why he did it. He had felt pressured from his parents to do good in school, and it was putting serious stress on him and making him depressed. But he had gone to a therapist and was put on medication. He seemed fine after that, but I guess not,” he told you, his voice breaking here and there as he told you his story. “He had been collecting the pills instead of taking them. I didn’t know until it was too late.”

You nodded at him as he finished his story. “I’m sorry,” you told him sincerely. Maybe he did know what you were going through, but that doesn’t mean you deserved to let it all out to him.

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” you started but he shook his head. “You’re coming out with me because I know exactly what you’re thinking right now and it’s not true.”

You looked up at him, anger visible on your face. “And what exactly am I thinking then Tae,” you snapped at him again, practically yelling at this point.

He sighed and pulled you into a hug. You froze as his arm wrapped around your shoulder. “It’s not your fault (Y/N). You couldn’t do anything. And I know you’re hearing it from everyone, and you don’t want to believe it. I know you keep thinking, what if, because I did too. I still do. But there really wasn’t anything you could have done.”

And with that you broke. Hearing that from someone who did know exactly what was happening to you was what you needed. You grabbed onto his shirt and clung to him, the sobs wracking your body as you let out all the grief you had been holding onto.

He just stood there holding you, patting your back as you let it all out. When you had started calming down he pulled back. “Ready for ice cream?” he asked you, flashing you that rectangle smile again.

You nodded and wiped at your face. His smile seemed to get brighter as he turned to leave the classroom. You reached out and grabbed his hand, making him turn to look at you this time. “Tae,” you started. “Hm?” he replied, looking down at you confused.

“Thank you,” you told him softly. He simply nodded and turned, heading down the hallway, knowing this time you would follow him.

You paused for a moment, looking at his back as he started walking, your eyes traveling up to his bright red hair. All you needed was someone to hold out their hand. Maybe he could be that someone.

~Librarian Joon

This was by far the hardest piece I have written. It made me so emotional, and I actually cried while writing it. But I really feel like it was quite well done. I hope you guys enjoy!