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im going insane over this masterpiece 

Eunoia // Ch. 20

eunoia (noun): beautiful thinking, the possession of a well-balanced mind, which exhibits goodwill and kindness

Pairings: Hybrid! BTS x reader

Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness ins’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut

Word Count: 10.7k+

Warnings: past abuse, past sexual abuse, cursing, past violence, mentions of blood

Masterlist

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 chapter 18 Chapter 19

Many thanks to my incredible beta reader @thewishofafallenangel​ <3

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Los Angeles wore its hot and dry summers with pride. You were sweating the moment you stepped out of the private jet, your shirt sticking to your back and your jeans stifling your legs. Above, there was no cloud in sight but an endless expanse of blue and the white-yellow of the sun. An orange hue tinted everything around you, strange and dizzying.

Inside the airport, the AC froze the sweat on your back bringing sweet relief to your burnt skin. The midday sun needed only a couple of minutes. Picking up your suitcases, you headed to the parking lot and got into the SUV. John got into the driver’s seat because when it came to John, he was always the one driving. He only allowed someone else to do the job when it was for official events like red carpets. Overseas, he would turn on the GPS and navigate the streets with ease.

You climbed into the backseat with Taehyung, reluctant to leave him alone. He had barely spoken a word to you the whole trip. He would answer every question with a nod and you were starting to doubt he could understand anything you were saying.

Half an hour into the flight, your eyes were drooping and John’s head was dropping back on his chair. You had been tired from promotions to begin with when you had first arrived in Seoul. The late hour of the auction, the anxiety, and the early visit to the police department had only made it worse. You woke up to the captain announcing you would be landing in ten minutes and to kindly put on your seatbelts.

You were finally back in Los Angeles, its beaches and palm trees. There had been a few dark moments in the blood-red ballroom that you had doubted you would see Los Angeles again. Maybe that’s why it looked more beautiful than ever because you had nearly lost it. One slip and your last memory of it would be watching it grow smaller through a jet’s window.

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Masterlist

Started: June 27 2021

Last updated: July 1 2021

Total Works: 2

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Kim Namjoon

Yarn Mushrooms

Kim Seokjin

(Working on it!)

Min Yoongi

(Nadda works here yet!)

Jung Hoseok

(Give me time!)

Park Jimin

Dancing Here and There

Kim Taehyung

(Nothing just yet!)

Jeon Jungkook

(I need inspiration!)

OT7

(One day!)

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Dancing Here and There - PJM

Word Count: idk over 1400

Genre: as soft as a baby’s bottom fluff

Husband!AU Park Jimin Dad!AU Park Jimin

I know its soft and mushy but I was feeling it... hope you enjoy!

The lights nearly blinded you as your husband of two years guided you through the doors of the most elegant club in Seoul, South Korea.  Paparazzi usually would be the cause of slight panic when you and Jimin would leave the house, but after almost four years of the world's eyes on you two you didn’t care.  Tonight was about the both of you.  Of reliving the days when he could relax into your hold as you both graced the dancefloor.  Late nights of dancing until dawn and walking the parks until you were too tired to do anything else than sway gently to the music of Seoul.  No fancy flips or spins, just your love for each other.  Yet tonight you were determined to break out every fancy dip and footwork you knew.  It had been months since you hit the clubs with your husband, because of course birthing an entire child was enough to put your wild love-filled nights on hold.  Then caring for the newborn infant took some time, but you loved your growing family to death.  Kwan was the newest and sweetest member of the Park family.  His strong spirit and quiet manner held special places in your heart and his father’s.  So it took quite a while for new Uncles Jungkook and Taehyung to convince you to have a night on the town.  Kwan was now three months old and being away from him a little was good for him and you and his daddy.  So that’s how you ended up in the middle of the dance floor in a pretty revealing black satin dress, with Jimins hands on the dip of your back.  Singing and swaying to the music.  

It was barely three hours when you dragged Jimin to your table laughing and catching your breath at the same time.  “My stamina is a bit shorter than it was.”  You laughed.

Jimin just chuckled.  

“I’ll fix that right up if you let me.”  Your eyes widened as Jimin smirked.  This boy.  

“If you wanted to stay home, you should have worn less clothing.”  You replied a bit sassily.  You gulped down some water and popped a deep-fried mozzarella pearl into your mouth.  Jimin could only watch with a fond smile as you rested your slightly sore feet.  “Is your phone on?”  Your question made Jimin give you “the look” as Yoongi called it.  It wasn’t disappointment, just love but with a hint of authority.  

“Baby, you know of course it's on.  Enjoy the night sweet girl, we haven’t had one in a bit.  And the boys will call if something happens they promised, ok?  So don’t just sit around waiting for something to happen when there's a big chance nothing will.”  He told you gently.  It was hard leaving your kid after hauling them around inside of you for months.  Jimin knew it, but you needed this.  The beginning notes of Jimin’s favorite song came on causing the tables to shudder slightly.  

“Well then, we won’t wait around.”  You smiled at Jimin offering your hand.  His angel smile shone at you.  The next few minutes were a blur of bodys and music.  Jimin led your moves with such grace.  Dipping you here, spinning you there.  Pausing to capture your lips occasionally.  “Okay, okay. I need a drink.”  You said giggling and panting.  Jimin’s eyes were shining as he nodded, taking your hand and leading you to the table yet again.  The golden champagne swirled around the glass as you downed it.  But Jimin couldn’t laugh at your action, he was too preoccupied with reading a certain text on his phone.  His smile left his lips and his brows furrowed.  

We can’t get Kwan to sleep.  We’ve done everything.  He’s kinda coughing too.

The text from Taehyung went unnoticed by you concentrating on the appetizers on the table.  Jimin glanced at you.  Concern only evident in his eyes.   If he told you, you’d be out the door in a minute.  And what if Kwan actually goes to sleep before you get there?  Then your night would be over.  Jimin knew you needed this.  But his fatherly instincts were going off too.  His son needed them.  

Jimin reached for your hand catching your attention.  “Tae just texted and said they can’t get Kwan to calm down.  Do you wanna stay or go?” You looked at him with confusion then uncertainty.  “I’m good with anything you choose, baby.” Jimin finished smiling.  

“Let’s head home. That's ok?”  You asked.  Jimin just pulled you up from your seat.  

“Not a problem at all, sweet girl.”  He replied.  He grabbed your wrap and draped it over your shoulders.  Walking hand and hand out the door you couldn't help but wonder how you pulled this guy.  

No more than 20 minutes and you walked in the elevator to the apartment.  You could hear Kwan’s wail before opening the door.  The scene opened in front of you.  Kwan crying in Jungkook’s arms as Taehyung was scrolling nervously through his phone looking for articles to make a child sleep.  Both your child and the maknae had tears in their eyes.  You swept into the room and gently announced your presence with a pat to Jungkooks shoulder.  His tearful eyes filled with surprise then relief.  You lifted your son into your arms and cooed softly.  Kwan’s wails dialed down to cries then sniffles.   “There you go precious boy.  Mama and Dada’s here.”  Kwan began squirming again, and you knew exactly what it meant.  Jimin did too, and promptly scooped him from your arms.  Speaking sweet things in his silky voice.  Jimin had it covered so you turned to the other crying child.  Even though technically he was older then you.  Jungkook’s big red rimmed doe eyes made your heart hurt.  In those brown irises was so much relief.   You hugged him, running your fingers through his long locks.  His arms encircled your waist and he hid his face in your stomach.  You were glad he was sitting down because it’s always hard to comfort the boys when they are like three heads taller than you.  So this was usually the position of comfort.  You standing above them with open arms and loving words.  

“I’m sorry.  I think I scared him.”  Jungkook spoke.  You just hugged him closer.

“No apologies bunny.  I know you did your best, yeah?  Jimin and I had a wonderful time, so thank you so much for being a great uncle.  Kwan will warm up to Uncle Nights, soon he’ll be begging us to leave the house.” You laughed.  “Tonight was amazing, Kookie.”  Jungkook nodded and wiped his eyes.  

“It was fun in the beginning.” He said.  You kissed the top of his head.

“Good.”

“Kwans asleep, I just put him down.  You guys did good.”  Jimin said ruffling Taehyung's hair.  Tae chuckled, but spoke solemnly.

“We really didn’t want to cut your night short.”  You kissed him on the cheek.

“It was a wonderful night, TaeTae, thank you.”

The boys really cleaned up everything after them, so when they left with many goodnights and “I love you”s, it was a quiet clean house.  You had already changed from the skin tight dress to something much better.  Sweats and a crop top.  No makeup and messy ponytail.  Jimin was changing, probably hopping into the shower real quick.  When you wandered to the kitchen, deciding that pizza rolls were a good idea.  The speaker system in the kitchen played softly in the background while you hummed along, placing the frozen snack on a cooking sheet.  The oven dinged and you slid the tray in.  Now time to wait.  

You sang the words to “Dancing in the Kitchen” by LANY.  Swaying ever so gently.  

“You know,” Jimin's voice caused you to turn in surprise.  “We never got to slow dance.”  His messy wet hair hung barely in his eyes.  Grey sweats and a tank top that left little to the imagination.  Not that you needed to imagine anything.  He held your hand delicately and bowed.  You giggled at the action, but curtsied back.  His hand slid to the curve of your back under the crop top, and his other hand held yours captive slightly to the side.  No fancy moves, no flashing lights.  Just him and you.  With your son in the other room, sleeping away peacefully, you couldn't help but sigh in content.  Your son, your friends, and your cutie, sexy, lovely husband by your side.  It couldn't get better.  You both swayed, staying like that until the oven timer beeped.  Then Pizza rolls and laughing in bed like teenagers ended the fantastic night.  How could life get better than this?

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Yarn Mushrooms - KNJ

Word Count: 1970

Genere: Fluff, slight angst 

Warnings: Very slight cussing

A/N: MY FIRST POST!!! Hope you like it!  Pls let me know if you do!  Also any haters will be blocked/reported or whatever it is.  I felt like writing soft vibes today.  Anyway enjoy!

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The setting sun softly reflected off the water causing small diamonds of light dance around the room.  You set the petite watering pail on the windowsill next to the ever growing line of plants.  Succulents, cacti, and most recently added: a baby venus fly trap loving named Medusa.  Your love and interest for Greek Mythology being one of the many shared interests of you and your husband of six months.  Your lips curving slightly into a subtle smile as you thought of your husband.  How did you get so lucky?  Your fingertips moved as you turned up the soft music.  Doing a slow dance by yourself.  Spinning around the kitchen practically feeling your husband's hands on your hips.  

A different melody rang through the kitchen as your phone vibrated on the counter.  The word “Chimmy” as well as a incredibly stupid picture shone up at you.  Answering the phone and turning down the music both happened as your voice laughed into the speaker.  “Hey Chim, what's up?”  Your friendship with Jimin was a mix of teasing jokes and being emotional support, so it didn’t surprise anyone on how close you were with him.  With all of the members really.  

Dating their leader sure made the boys skeptical of you in the beginning.  No one was worthy of their precious Namjoonie in their eyes.  But as time went on you all grew closer through the nights of laughter, the incidents of violent paparazzi, the tears of online hate and the protection you grew to feel for each other.  You completely and officially joining the family when your dad walked you down the aisle.  What felt like your brothers in law watched with happy tears as both you and their invaluable leader exchanged vows.  Now it was hard to picture you without Namjoon and vice versa.  Though of course he was still head of the biggest band on earth.

“Hey Cherry” Your little nickname winning a smile from you.  Your little internet fame of wearing a jaw dropping red dress at an awards show earned you the nickname Cherry among the boys and the majority of ARMYs who approved of your relationship with their moonchild.  “Today was a little hard on everybody.  The interview wasn't planned well.”  Anger swelled in your chest.  Today was the boy's big interview with an american news channel.  You silently cursed at the people in your head.  Those idiotic people and trying to do an interview without even listening to the damn music or reading a three paragraph paper on the blood sweat and tears the boys put into their journey to fame and their dedication to being the top.  “Cherry, you there?”

You blinked. “Yeah sorry, I zoned out cussing at people.”  Jimin laughed.

“No kidding. But I called because it was pretty rough on Joon.”  Of course it was.  “You know how he hates those kinds of interviews.  I wanted you to know if he doesn’t talk about it, or is a little off tonight.  I know you wanted to go to that one movie with him.  The one with Shakespear or whatever.”  You laughed at his disgusted tone.  

“It’s a romantic movie, Chim, a classic one.”

“It’s still cringe. I hath to goeth to theth restroomth. It's weird.”  You and Jimin both giggled.  

“You’ll find your romance one day Chimmy.”  You heard Jimin gag.  

“Love is for those who have that bag.”

“Jimin you're literally a billionaire you can have time for romance.”

“Billionaire'' is a big word.”

“I know.  Now go eat dinner, you anti-romantic billionaire.  I've got a husband to cheer up.”

“Okay fine see ya Cherry!”  You rolled your eyes with your signature smile.

“Goodbye anti-romantic! Love you!”

“Love you too!”

The front door clicked as you hung up.  Hair twirling as your mans walked into the living room dropping a small bag into your “Basket of Hobbies” as Namjoon called it.  His yellow hair pushed under a white beanie that matched his white Gucci hoodie and sweatpants.  One look into his dark and romantic eyes, you know Jimin must have been down playing the severity of today for your definite, you were, after all, known to put people in their place whenever BTS is disrespected.  

That was one of the main reasons ARMY approved of you.  Because you will not stand by as BTS’s hard work was stomped over by jokes that weren’t even funny.  Jimin knew you would call the channel and give them a taste of your mind through correcting facts and threatening with lawyers if apologies were not made publicly.  As well as giving ARMY your blessing into harassing the channel online.  They were an ARMY but you were a general.  

Namjoon’s eyes were so so tired.  His shoulders slumped a little, like he was still carrying the weight of the interview as well as all the other decisions and sh*t he had to put up with as a leader.  But a king is only as strong as the queen beside him.   You immediately crossed the kitchen to him, sliding your warm arms around his broad shoulders.  They were damp by the gentle rain currently falling throughout the city.  “Hey baby,”  The gentle words rushed over him like a cool stream, different from the chill that clung to his clothes.  His head fell to your neck, his arms circling your waist.  The height between you two was pretty different.  You being 5’4 with his six inch difference, so whenever you hugged it felt like being engulfed in warm honey.  It was a sweetness you never wanted to escape from.  Willing to be held captive for the rest of your life, the band of gold on your finger announced that thought to the world.  “How was today? Jimin called and said it was rough.”  Namjoon squeezed you tighter.

“A little bumpy.” His deep voice rumbled, you felt the vibrations in his chest.   Your fingers reached to run through the yellow locks, sliding off the beanie, massaging his scalp gently.  

“Wanna talk about it?”  The slight shake of his head hidden in the crook of your neck made you frown a little.  It wasn’t like him to keep things quiet between you two.  You moved to plan b.  

“How about dinner?”  Namjoon lifted his head so urgently it almost crashed into yours.  His eyes were wide with remembrance and a bit of panic.  

“The movie you wanted to see! Did we miss it? If we hurry we can still do it,” He basically fled from the warmth of your arms, grabbing your jacket and checking the time, muttering the whole time.  You stood somewhat thrown by his instant change.  The words tumbling from his mouth reached you.  “How could I forget?  I’m so selfish.  How could I forget my wife’s one request.”  It wasn’t just the words he was speaking towards himself but the tone in which he said them.  It was filled with disappointment and a hint of self-loathing.  

“Namjoon-”

“I’m so sorry baby, I was thinking of work.  Come on, we can’t miss it.”  He was tugging you towards the door now.

“Namjoon!”  You cupped his face in your hands seizing his movements.  Wanting to do nothing but kiss away the confusion of his face and the crease in his brow.  Which is what you did.  Namjoon melted like butter.  If there was one weakness that broke through Namjoons busy mind it was kissing the love of his life.  Feeling the peace in a moment, and only feeling you.  You.  “We’re gonna stay home tonight okay baby?”  

“But-”

“No Mister Kim.  We are staying home.”  The tone of your voice was stern but Namjoon knew you were only thinking of what was best for him.  Which is why he didn’t want you to stay home.  He’s been so busy.  He’s always busy.  He just wants to have a normal love with you.  Not a love of hiding from paparazzi and never getting to walk around freely like other people.  Namjoon loved his life.  He loved his fans.  He just loved his wife a little more.  And those who truly loved him respected that.  Plus he knew when he said I do, your love would never be normal.  He loved you too much for it to be normal.

“Please Y/n,”  His large hands held yours.  “Let me do something for you.  Let’s do something you want to do.”  But you saw right through him.  He was being crushed under the weight of a sea filled with problems and emotions.  And he needed a lifeboat.  An angel of the sea to pull him from the deep.  So screw the movie.  Screw the world.  Because with him in your arms there was nothing else you wanted to do.

“We are going to lay on that couch.  We’re going to order italian and swoon over how cute Mr. Darcy is.”  Namjoon laughed a little.  Pride and Prejudice was one of both of your favorite movies.

“The 2005 version?”  You laughed out loud.  

“I will not swoon over any other.”  You said making Namjoon chuckle.  

“Ok.”  You kissed his nose.

“Good.  Let me order food, you grab the blankets and change into something cozy.”

You had left for no more than eight minutes.  Grabbing a coupon and speaking to the nice old lady on the phone.  What you expected when you returned was your husband stretched across the couch, maybe with a bag of gummy bears.  What you didn't expect was the blankets on the couch but still folded like they had been forgotten, and your husband, though now in a tanktop and shorts, standing frozen staring at your most recent yarn mushroom.  Your recent hobby was crocheting yarn mushrooms, and you had made tons of them.  This morning when he headed to work, you two were teasing each other as you always do early in the morning.  You were still wrapped up in the sheets and his hair damp from his shower.  He asked you to make him a rainbow one cause he couldn't choose a favorite.  And there it was.  Resting on the coffee table.  Just a few more stitches close to perfection.  

“Why do you love me?”  

…

What?

The question pulled you up short.  What the hell did those stupid interviewers say to him?  To get him to question himself so much?  

“Because you are you.”  His eyes met yours.  You weren’t surprised that tears shone like jewels in the moonlight but it broke your heart nonetheless.  “It’s that simple.”

“But I-” He began, his voice cracking.  You wouldn’t let him bring himself down.  Not on your watch.  

“Because you know how I’m feeling by the sound of my breathing.  Because you remembered my off handed comment about needing different yarn colors and now every other day you bring another color home.  You always remember the colors I already have.  Not only do you know everything about me.  You are incredibly hot and attractive.  Every part of you, though I do have my favorites.” You smirked teasingly.  “I love you because of so many things.  And we are married, remember?  You can’t get rid of me now.” Namjoon laughed through the tears.  “You are stuck with me for life.  And I thank God everyday that he gave me you.  That he sent me an angel.”

Namjoon cupped your face with such gentleness.  Some say love is a feeling.  But anyone who has ever had their true love for a partner knows it's a necessity.  It is oxygen to breathe.  It’s water to live.  He needed you.  You needed him.  It was with that kiss, that you assured him of everything.  “Ok now lets swoon over Mr Darcy.”  Namjoon croaked.  You laughed at the love of your life.  

“Ok Joonie.” You fell asleep that night holding him close, cuddling on the couch.  Knowing that tomorrow you would make a few very important calls to the company and ARMY.

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