I Promise (Reader x Taehyung)

Hi, guys! Before you start reading, I wanted to warn you that there are mild descriptions of hurting yourself, cutting, and that stuff. I actually am ashamed to say this, but I guess you could imagine the person in the story is me. Anyways, enjoy the story! πŸ™‚ Oh, and I want to say Happy Birthday to our handsome boy, Taehyung! ARMY loves you, and we will always be with you! πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œ

OK, on with the story!

Namjoon looked across the table from you, concern and sadness in his eyes. “Why’d you do it, y/n? Why didn’t you tell us?”
Β Β  “I don’t know,” you sighed. “It’s just that I’m too fat and I’m not perfect.”
“Y/n, you have no reason to say that,” Namjoon scolded you gently. “As your best friend ever since we were little, I am concerned about these scars. How long have you been doing this?”
Β  You stayed silent.
“Y/N!” Namjoon demanded. You looked up, shocked. He had never spoken to you so harshly before. “I asked you a question, y/n. How long have you been hurting yourself?”Β Β 
Β Β Β  “Several months now,” you admitted in a whisper.
“Is that why I’ve always seen you in long sleeves and jackets these past few months?” Namjoon inquired. He sighed when you nodded. “Y/n, you will never be perfect. Nobody is perfect. No one will ever be. You know that.”
Β Β  “I know,” you replied, a lump in your throat. Tears were welling up in your eyes. You now regretted what you had done, and you disliked seeing him this sad and unhappy. It was so different then his usual self.
Β  “Y/n, I have to call a meeting with the other boys about this. You don’t have to be there if you don’t have to,” Namjoon told you seriously. “If I don’t do anything about this, you will just keep doing this. And I cannot let that happen.”

Β Β Β  Later that night in Namjoon’s room.. (Namjoon’s POV)
“So I know you’re all wondering why I called this secret meeting,” I began as I sat cross-legged on my bed. I hesitated, wondering how to start the conversation.
Β  “What’s wrong, Joonie?” Hobi asked, seeing the worry in my eyes.
Β Β  “It’s y/n,” I began, my voice breaking. “She’s been hurting herself for several months.”
Β Stunned silence.
Β “What?”Jin asked just above a whisper. “Why?”
“She said that she is too fat, and that she is not perfect,” I explained to them.
Β Β Β  “She is not too fat!” Jungkook declared. “I know what fat looks like, and she’s not fat!”
“Thank you, Kookie, but apparently, she thinks she is fat,” I replied sadly, looking to the ground. An arm wrapped around my shoulders, and I looked up, surprised to see Yoongi hyung.
Β Β  “Namjoon, I advise you to go slowly on this. When I went through depression, things that people said to comfort me didn’t really comfort me; it made me feel worse. Y/n is very sensitive right now, keep your voice low, and if she wants to talk, just listen. Don’t talk,” Yoongi advised me seriously.
Β  I nodded. “Thank you, Yoongi. I appreciate it.”
“Has she been hurting herself? Like how?” Jimin asked apprehensively.
“She cut herself on her wrist with a knife,” I answered quietly, looking at the bed cover.
Β  Jimin’s mouth fell open. “Cut herself? On the wrist with a knife?!”
“Yes,” I replied. “Like Yoongi said, she’s very sensitive right now.”
“Where is she?” Taehyung questioned, his brow furrowed.
Β Β  “She’s in her room,” I answered. “Why? Do you want to try to talk to her?”
Β “Yes,” Taehyung nodded. “One of my friends went through this, and I know what to do.”
I looked at him, and nodded my head, lips pursed tight. “Just don’t say anything bad to her, please.”
Β  “I won’t,” Taehyung promised earnestly, and slipped out of the room.
Β Β  (Taehyung’s POV)
Β Β Β Β Β Β  I knocked on y/n’s door. I waited breathlessly.
Β The door opened just a crack. “Namjoon, is that you?”
Β  I exhaled shakily. “It’s me, y/n. Taehyung,” I answered. The door flew open, and I stared into y/n’s tear-streaked face.
Β Β  Silence.
Β  “I guess he told you all, huh?” she looked down at the floor. “I’m sorry, Taetae. Can you come in and talk with me? I need to talk to somebody,” she confessed.
Β Β  “That’s what I’m here for,” I smiled, and stepped in.
“Do you want anything?” she asked as I sat down on the couch. “Some hot apple cider?”
“Sure,” I replied.
Β Β  She went to the kitchen and came back a minute later, holding two mugs in her hands.
“Here you go, Tae,” she handed me a mug of steaming hot apple cider. The cinamony smell tickled my nose and I let out a satisfied sigh as I took a sip.Β 

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” I questioned, setting my mug on the coffee table.
   Y/n sighed and settled back on the couch. “It’s just that I hate myself. I’m so ugh, I’ll never be like you guys,” she looked sadly at me. “I am just-“
  “Now young lady, you stop right there,” I cut her off. “You are not ugh, whatever that means, you are not like us, which is good. Don’t try to mold yourself into other people’s dreams, it’s great that you look up to us; but you should be you. Don’t try to be someone else. Just be you, y/n,” I told her, looking straight into her eyes. “And I want you to know, that I love you.”
  She blinked. “You love me? Like, romantically?”
   “Yes, I do,” I confirmed. “I love you like I’ve never loved anyone before. I will always be here for you, no matter what. Even when people abandon you, I will be at your side. I will never leave your side. You are my shining star, my y/n.”
   She was speechless.
 “I’m sorry, was that too much? I-” I was cut off as y/n suddenly scooted closer and pressed her lips up to mine. My eyes flew closed, and we shared a long and sweet kiss, till we parted breathless.
   “Wow,” I breathed, feeling dizzy.
 “Wow, indeed,” y/n agreed. She looked at me, tears in her eyes. “You love me even though I am not perfect?”
  “Y/n, nobody is and cannot be perfect. We all know that, and you need to be honest with yourself. Promise me from now on, you’ll never do such a thing again, y/n,” I begged, holding her hand and cupping her cheek in the other.
  When she finally looked up, she had a weak smile on her tear-streaked face. “I promise.” 

Just Me and You (Reader x Jimin)

You opened the door to the cheery coffee cafe that you and Jimin had agreed to meet. You scanned the room, and you spotted Jimin sitting at a table next to the window. You made your way over to him, and smiled when he looked up and waved you over.
Β Β Β  “Hey, y/n! How are you doing?” he asked cheerfully as you slide into the seat opposite him.
“Good! How are you and the boys?” you inquired as you took the menu Jimin handed you.
Β Β Β  “Great! Namjoon is doing great in his studies as usual,”Jimin answered. “Jungkook is trying to catch up in his studies, he’s sooo bad,”he rolled his eyes.
Β Β  You laughed and shook your head. “Jimin-ah, don’t talk about Kookie like that!” you scolded, swatting him on the arm playfully.
Β Β Β  Jimin grinned wickedly and opened up his menu. “Anyways, what do you want to order?”
“I think I’ll have a espresso and a chocolate doughnut,” you said, closing your menu.
Β Β  “All right,” Jimin beckoned the waiter over.
Β  “Aren’t you going to have anything? ” you asked as the waiter walks up.
Β Β Β Β Β  “I’ll have a hot chocolate and a puff pastry,” Jimin answered, and the waiter nodded and scribbled it down on his pad.
Β Β  “And you, miss?” the waiter turned to you.
“I’ll have a espresso and a chocolate doughnut,” you replied, and the waiter nodded.
“Your orders will be here shortly,” the waiter stated, and hurried to deliver the orders.
Β Β Β  “So you still have a crush on that girl in school?” you wondered, smiling.
“No, I got over her. I have another crush,” Jimin replied, resting his elbow on the table.
Β Β  “Oh, do tell,” you smirked.
“Well, okay. It’s you,” Jimin told you bluntly.
Β Β  Your jaw dropped, and you looked at him in disbelief. “Me?”
“Yes, you, y/n,” Jimin smiled, taking your hand in his.
A million thoughts are running through your mind. Jimin likes you? You? Even though people looked down on you, Jimin loved you? He loved you? You started breathing fast.
Β Β  “You okay, y/n?” Jimin’s voice broke in on your thoughts.
Β  You untangled your hand from his and scrambled to get out of the booth. “No-no, I have to go. Sorry, say hi to the rest of the guys for me. Bye, Jimin.” You rushed to the door and escaped, leaving Jimin looking dazed and a little shocked.
Β Β  Jimin’s POV
Β  I hope I didn’t make y/n upset. I really love her, I really do. I should check and make sure she is okay.
Β  After she left, our orders arrived. I paid the bill and left, taking our items. I needed to make sure I didn’t do anything wrong.
Β Β  I drove to her house, thinking about what I should say. I didn’t want her to feel any worse than she already was.
Β Β Β  “Y/n? Are you there?” I called, knocking loudly on the door.
Β The door creaked open a little, and y/n’s face appeared in the crack. My heart dropped at the sight of it. Her face was streaked with tears and her eyes were swollen and red. She sniffled, and a fresh tear dropped onto her cheek.
Β Β  “What happened, y/n? Why did you run away from me?” I asked, tears welling up in my own eyes. “Do you not love me?”
Β Β  “No!” Y/n blurted out, and covered her mouth. “No, please don’t think I don’t love you. It’s just complicated…” She sighed and looked at the floor. “Why don’t you come in and we can talk about it?”
Β  I nodded and went in.
“So,” I started, “why did you run away from me?” We sat down on her couch.
Β Β  “Well,” Y/n sighed and looked at me. “I guess I could say I don’t really know what it means to be loved.”
Β Β  “What do you mean, Y/n? I thought your friends and family loved you,” I said in surprise.
“They do, they just do it because they think they have to. I just have been under a lot of pressure lately. I’m not perfect, I don’t deserve you…” she started crying again.
Β Β  “Hey, hey, don’t cry,” I whispered softly, wiping her tears off of her cheek with my thumb. “Do you know why I love you? It’s because you’re you,” I kissed her cheek softly. “Don’t worry about what other people think. Just be you. I’m okay with not being perfect, because that’s perfect to me.”

Y/n sniffled and looked at me. “Really? You love me even though I’m-” she gestured to herself with a grimace, “this?”
Β Β  “Yes, I do, Y/n, ” I told her softly, holding her hand tight. “I love you. Do you love me?” I waited breathless for her answer.
Β  When she looked up, there was a smile on her face. “Yes, I do love you, Jimin. Thank you for loving me, for loving me as me.”
Β Β  I smiled and kissed her on the lips. Her lips were soft, and there was a hint of vanilla.
We hugged each other tightly.
Β  “Do you want to make dinner?” Y/n asked, leading me to the kitchen.
Β Β  “Sure, what’ll we make?” I followed her.
” I don’t know,” she shrugged lightly as we scanned the refrigerator. “Oh! I know! We can make angel hair with mozzarella! ” she suggested brightly.
Β “Sure, I’m down,” I grinned, happy to see her happy again.
She laughed. “You’re so cute, Minnie!”
“What is it?” I asked.
Β “Your eyes,” she laughed heartily, “they’re like crescent moons whenever you smile or laugh!”
Β  I laughed, and we set to making dinner.
As we sat down at her table, glasses of ice-cold Martinellis awaited us next to steaming hot angel hair pasta with chunks of mozzarella. We looked at each other in the eyes and smiled. She sat closer to my side and I put a comforting arm around her.
“From now on,” I whispered, “it’s just me and you.”

OHHHH, MY HEART, WHAT DID I JUST DO? Hahaha, I hope you guys enjoyed that! I have many more stories to come that I wrote on vacation, so be sure to follow and I love you guys so much!


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Special Announcement for BTS ARMYs out there!

Hey, guys! So I have recently been writing BTS fanfics , and I am trying to send them to my mom’s email on the computer, but unfortunately, the computer is back at home and I am on vacation, so you guys will have to wait until I get back home, which is in about 4 days. I promise the wait will be worth it, and I hope you guys have a Merry Christmas!



A Promise Sealed (Part 3)

“An accident?” you gasp, leaning on the counter for support. You shake your head, tying to breathe. “Is-is he okay?”

“He is currently unconscious,” the person reports. “Here is the address, and we will give you the details then.”

“Okay, thank you,” you reply, rapidly writing down the address and after you hang up, you quickly call Jimin.

“Hello? Is that you, ______?” Jimin worriedly asks as all he can hear is your frantic sobbing on the phone.

You attempt to say, “Oppa, Namjoon, he-” and you burst into tears.

“Listen, ______, it’s going to be okay. What it is about Namjoon-hyung?” he asks, his voice tense and nervous. Jimin, Namjoon got in a car accident and he’s in the hospital right now. Can you guys come over? I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle it alone,” you sob.

“OK, _____,” Jimin soothes you, his voice calming as you calm down. “We’ll be there as soon as we can.”

You give him the address and then you hurriedly drive over to the hospital yourself.

Namjoon’s POV

Beep. Beep. Beeeeep. I groan, opening my eyes. All that I could see was a white ceiling, a white curtain, and more white stuff. Where was I? Oh, right, I was in the hospital, because I got hit by a car.

The door opened, and Doctor Park walks in. She smiles when she sees that I was awake. “How are you feeling, Mr. Kim?”

“Like crap,” I sigh. “What happened?”

“You got hit by a car, and you hit your head on the steering wheel, and you have a broken arm,” Dr. Park explains.

I nod, relieved that I’m alive.

“There are some people that want to see you. Is it okay if they come see you?” Dr. Park asks.

“Yeah, they can come in,” I reply.

Your POV

You pace restlessly across the linoleum floor, despite Jungkook’s reassurances that Namjoon would be okay.

“No, it’s all my fault!” you cry out in frustration. “If I hadn’t yelled at him, he wouldn’t had left in such a bad mood and wouldn’t have gotten in that car accident!” You burst into tears, sinking down into a fluffy chair. You bawl your eyes out, totally aware that the members can see you and the nurses are staring at you, but you don’t care.

You feel a hand rub your back soothingly. You look up through teary eyes, totally surprised when you see that it’s Suga.

“Hey now, don’t cry. Hyung is gonna be okay,” he comforts you, rubbing your shoulders and giving you a tissue.

You smile through your tears, taking the tissue and wiping the tears away. “Thanks, Suga,” you hiccup, hugging him tightly. “I needed that.”

The door opens, and Dr. Park walks in.

“Miss _____?” she asks, looking around the room.

You stand up, rubbing at your eyes. Thank goodness you didn’t put on mascara. You would’ve looked a mess. “Yes?”

“Your boyfriend is awake. Would you like to see him?” Dr. Park questions.

“Yes, please,” you reply and the rest of the members nod their heads.

“All right, this way, please,” Dr. Park leads the way to Namjoon’s room.

She opens the door to the room #12 and there is Namjoon, lying in the hospital bed with a cast on his arm and ice on his rapidly swelling forehead.

“Namjoon, oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” you whisper, rushing over to his bed. You take his good hand in yours, and he opens his eyes.

He whispers your name, and you begin to cry.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry; I’m alright,” Namjoon reassures you, smiling so that his signature dimples come out, and you smile back through your tears.

“I’m so sorry, Joonie! I shouldn’t have yelled at you! I-” you are cut off as Namjoon hushes you and puts a finger to your lips.

“It’s alright, kitten,” he soothes. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

“I’m so sorry; I promise I’ll try to keep my temper in control from now on,” you say, so grateful to still have Namjoon with you.

“I want a seal to keep that promise, though,” Namjoon adds.

“And what seal would that be?” you ask nervously, fidgeting.

“A kiss,” Namjoon smirks, enjoying the look of shock and horror that crosses your face.

“But-but-” you glance back at the other members, who are leaning on each other, laughing so hard.

“It’s alright, noona,” Taehyung gasps out, laughing. “Go ahead.” The other members nod their heads, stifling their laughter.

You nod nervously, and as you turn your head, Namjoon is looking at you expectantly.

You lock eyes with him, and your lips meet his, sealing the promise.

And that concludes the story, A Promise Sealed! Comment down below if you like these kind of stories! I love you all and will see you in the next post! Byeee!


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