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whoseafraidofliloleme · 4 years ago

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Invisible Chapter 4

Summary: YN YLN has always been third in Class 2-5, right behind Lee Su Ho and Kang Soo Jin but with both of them having left Saebom Highschool, this is her time to shine. That is until Han Seosangnim asks her to tutor Han Seo Jun. A guy who doesn’t even know she existed.

Ship: Han Seo Jun x Female Reader.

Word Count: 3398 (I really can't write short chapters. Sorry I guess😂🤷🏽‍♀️😭)

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated with any reactions or whatever you want to say. Again I really don't know where I am going with this.

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Chapter 3.

(I tried finding a gif of the class but couldn't so this will have to do)

Chapter 4:

As you and Seo Jun got to the bus stop. You finally dared to look back and saw that Hae Sung wasn’t behind you. You sighed and looked at Seo Jun, tapping his arm around your shoulders with your other hand.

Seo Jun quickly removed his arm from your shoulders and bumped shoulders with you, smirking at you. He sat down on the bench and motioned at you to sit next to him. Once you sat down next to him, you looked at him.

“Thanks for what you did and said back there, I really do not want to deal with Hae Sung right now” You thanked Seo Jun. Putting his arm around you and helping you to avoid talking to Hae Sung, was a relief. You’d almost forgotten about the argument with Hae Sung while tutoring Seo Jun, seeing him waiting outside, just hit you like a train with the memories of what he said.

“I don’t need an excuse to punch that idiot, just tell me now and Ill happily go and punch him” Seo Jun shrugged, then pointed at the bus approaching and stood up to get on the bus, looking at you, waiting for you to get up too.

You shook your head, Seo Jun looked confused but sat down again next to you.

“Uh, wasn’t that your bus? I don’t have my motorbike so how are you going to go home?” Seo Jun asked you.

“So, what I got out of that is, if you did have your bike, you would’ve given me a ride home,” You asked Seo Ju back laughing when he glared at you. After seeing his glare so much in the last few days, you were growing immune to it. At least you were starting to differentiate between the types of glares Seo Jun had.

“I don’t know how you know what bus I usually get, you stalker but I’m going to Mi Soo Unnie’s apartment. Hae Sung is my neighbour and I know he’ll turn up at breakfast tomorrow morning, so the best way to avoid him is to go live with Unnie for the rest of the week”. Shaking your head, you take a breath after saying so much. What is it about Seo Jun that just makes you word vomit and ramble on, when you barely talk to anyone in your class but with him, you feel like talking about anything and everything.

Seo Jun looked at you sadly, he couldn’t imagine having to deal with Lee Hae Sung as a best friend. That was something coming from him when he had to deal with Lee Su Ho and his stupidity, then again both of them had been at fault for the rift in their friendship but it was all sorted now and he couldn’t be happier about the place he was in with Su Ho.

“YN your really going to avoid your own home just so you don’t have to deal with Lee Hae Sung also doesn’t that other bus go in an opposite direction of the school. That is some level of dedication to avoiding him.” Seo Jun couldn’t understand not going home just to avoid someone, he would miss his bed too much and if that person dared show up at his apartment, well they were definitely not going to be leaving with breakfast.

You smiled, he made a good point, the lengths you were going to were extreme. But this was needed, you needed to put some distance between you and Hae Sung. The things he said to you may not have been the worst stuff he’s spewed out in an argument, but this time it was making you rethink your entire friendship.

“It’ll be okay, Unnie was saying how Joon Oppa was on a business trip and she felt lonely in their apartment, I was going to stay with her this weekend anyway, now I’m just going a bit earlier and her apartment isn’t all that far away from school, I’ll still be on time Seo Jun don’t worry” You explained, As you finished speaking you saw the bus you needed and stood up, searching for your bus pass as you waited for the bus.

Seo Jun laughed at your reply, before tapping your shoulder and giving you your bus pass that had fallen to the ground in your search for it. You thanked him and got on the bus, you turned expecting Seo Jun to get on with you, but he just gave you a small smile and waved at you. You waved back and then found a seat on the bus.

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Choi Soo Ah looked at her classmates. She had managed to convince them all, to come into school extra early to discuss how they were going to deal with showing Lee Hae Sung that he was wrong about Class 2-5 and quite frankly YLN YN didn’t even need him in her life.

For some reason Kim Cho Rong and Song Si Woo were also there but considering that YN, Cho Rong and Song Si Woo were close, she allowed it. Even if the messages she had painstakingly forwarded to everyone explicitly stated that this was important Class 2-5 only business.

Although she should probably thank Cho Rong and Si Woo, for being the ones who had managed to get Han Seo Jun to come to this meeting. Though from what Ju Kyung had told her, maybe Seo Jun was starting to care for YN just a little more than he cared for the rest of Class 2-5.

Which was great for him, sure she shipped Seo Jun and Ju Kyung. But really, she just wanted Seo Jun to be happy and if he was happy with YLN YN then Soo Ah was going to give them every opportunity for that crush to turn into like then love.

“Look guys I know you're tired but we need to have a plan, after what Hae Sung said, there’s no way I’m okay with this friendship carrying on, YLN YN deserves better from a guy who claims to be her best friend” Soo Ah exclaimed loudly, she needed to get everyone up and roaring to go with ideas. Not tired and falling asleep on her right now.

“Can't we just help her to avoid him and that’s it, she’s already living with her sister to avoid Lee Hae Sung” Seo Jun complained, while he was all for making sure that YN didn’t cry over Lee Hae Sung again, he did not appreciate losing sleep to be surrounded by his annoying classmates to plan this.

“Omo, she’s living with Mi Soo Unnie, yah that’s so much more travelling for her. Ugh, the things Lee Hae Sung is making the poor girl do” Hyun Ji said, this whole situation made her angry. She liked to think of herself as YLN YNs best female friend and she had never liked Hae Sung to begin with.

That confused Seo Jun, was Hyun Ji wrong or did you lie to him yesterday. Even if she did lie, why was Seo Jun annoyed at that, you weren’t that close to him. Why should he expect you to not lie to him, and he understood her reasoning for lying but it still stung that she didn’t just tell him the truth. He knew that you probably only said that to him so that he didn’t complain more about Hae Sung being the reason that you were going to live with your sister.

Ju Kyung sighed. With what Hyun Ji said, everyone was suddenly awake now and we're all speaking over each other. This was not helping in the slightest. She locked eyes with Seo Jun and begged him with her eyes to do something to get everyone to be quiet.

Thankfully, Seo Jun understood Ju Kyung’s begging and very suddenly he banged his hand on his desk. That shocked everyone into silence, he motioned to Ju Kyung who smiled at him and started talking about what she thought would be a good way to go about this plan to get you to drop Hae Sung as a friend.

From there, it was a productive discussion, and everyone managed to agree on a plan. It was decided that the quicker they all started acting, the quicker you would drop Lee Hae Sung as your best friend.

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You were running to class. You had woken up at the normal time for school. Forgetting that you were living with Mi Soo Unnie and the journey from Unnie’s house to Saebom was over an hour longer than it was from your house.

Mi Soo Unnie offered to drive you to school, but it was her day off and you felt bad to make her leave the house just to drive you to school. Especially when you had dropped in on her randomly without even telling her.

You saw Han Ssaem leave the Teachers Room and that made you fear being late and so that gave you more reason to sprint to your class. You got to the class and stood at your desk panting, trying to catch your breath. You felt a tap on your shoulder and just waved it off, assuming it was Hyun Ji or someone else.

That same person cleared their throat and you looked at Hyun Ji’s desk and saw her pointing behind you, your eyes widened in shock. If Hyun Ji was sitting at her desk, then that meant….

You turned around and saw Han Ssaem looking at you expectantly. You smiled at Han Ssaem awkwardly before sitting down quickly and looked back at Han Ssaem after taking out your books.

Han Ssaem laughed at you and shook his head, he put his papers down and started with his announcements for the day. You let out a sigh of relief, thank goodness it was Han Ssaem and not Kim Seosangnim, she would’ve had your neck for being late and given you detention immediately.

The bell rang for the break and you stretched your arms. You wanted to take a walk, maybe go to the Shop but as you looked around the room, your eyes went to the door and there you saw Hae Sung standing there. You made brief eye contact, but you looked away from him pretty fast.

As you stood up, Hyun Ji came up to you and linked your arms with hers. She smiled and started to just take you with her outside from the back door, completely ignoring Hae Sung at the other door, on your way Hae Sung tried to interrupt Hyun Ji and talk to you but somehow every guy in Class 2-5 would get in his way and stop him. You didn’t know what was going on with your Class, but you were grateful to them for helping you to avoid Hae Sung.

Once you got to the Shop, you looked at Hyun Ji. She smiled and you two went to get the snacks you wanted.

“Ji, thanks for helping me avoid Hae Sung, I know you probably don’t know why I am avoiding him but I appreciate the help, I just cant talk to him right now. It’s gotten to the point where I’m thinking of blocking his number.” You told Hyun Ji as you guys were paying for your items. Saying thank you to the Ahjumma at the cashier, you started to take the long way back to class. Once you got back to the class, you were shocked to see everyone standing around your desk.

You went there and saw that there was a basket of imported European chocolates on your desk with a note on the basket. You didn’t even have to look to the door, to see Hae Sung waiting there to see your reaction to his apology gift. You took the note and didn’t even read it before ripping it up and throwing it into the bin. You took the basket and started opening it up and looked at Hyun Ji next to you.

“Hey Ji, want some imported chocolates?” you asked her casually, you knew that Hae Sung was still watching from the door and frankly you didn’t care. You wanted Hae Sung to give you time and wait for you to reach out to him, instead of waiting for you, he was trying to bribe you with gifts into forgiving him without actually apologising or even understanding why you were upset with him.

Hyun Ji didn’t say anything but just nodded her head, you took out some chocolate and shared it with her. Then you turned to Soo Ah behind you and offered chocolates to her, you looked at Ju Kyung who was staring at you in shock and offered chocolate to her as well. Then you stood up and went to the back of the class and put the basket on the short cabinets at the back then turned around to everyone staring at you.

“Everyone do not forget to thank Lee Hae Sung for these chocolates, it was nice of him to bring us these chocolates” You made eye contact with Hae Sung as you talked loudly enough for Hae Sung to hear what you were saying. He looked angry, you knew he was thinking of grabbing your arm and drag you out to shout at you, but you did not care in the slightest.

Before the rest of your class could attack the chocolates, you took a few and tapped Seo Jun on his shoulder, he had been napping, while you didn’t want to wake him up, however, this would be the icing on the cake and make Hae Sung even angrier.

He groaned and looked up at you holding chocolates, he blinked rapidly very confused as to why you were holding chocolates in your hands. You smiled at him and held the chocolates out to him, he looked at you and you nodded smiling, encouraging him to take these chocolates.

“Just wanted to thank you for waiting with me for the bus yesterday Seo Jun, also no tutoring today as I’ve got a book club meeting.” Again, you talked loud enough for Hae Sung to hear you and you laughed when you saw that he was going back to his classroom.

No doubt he was going to throw some sort of tantrum or take his anger out on someone in his class. You felt bad about that, you made a mental note to message their class president Eun Hoo and apologise for whatever mess Hae Sung created.

Seo Jun just stared at you, holding out chocolates to him but looking at the door at Hae Sung and then laughing when he stomped away. He didn’t know whether he wanted to take the chocolates or not, while he did dislike Lee Hae Sung, why should he refuse free chocolates. From the reaction Hae Sung just gave. If he saw Seo Jun with those chocolates, he would be even angrier and while that would be funny for him.

Seo Jun didn’t want any of Hae Sung’s anger to affect you. That made him pause, why did he care so much about what would happen to you, it's not like you were friends that he should care. You were just his tutor and someone he wanted to get to know more. He most definitely wasn’t starting to get a crush on you.

No way was that happening. Your relationship with Hae Sung was confusing enough, it was obvious Hae Sung had feelings for you but what you felt for Hae Sung was up in the air and if you even knew that Hae Sung had feelings for you.

Why was he even thinking about this, he had been through enough with Ju Kyung, he didn’t want to like anyone especially not the person who was tutoring him.

“Yah, Han Seo Jun take these chocolates will you, my arm is starting to hurt” you complained when Seo Jun still hadn’t taken the chocolates from your hands. This seemed to jolt Seo Jun from whatever trance he was in and he quickly took the chocolates. You smiled brightly at him and went back to your seat.

“You know, YN that scene of you giving chocolates to Seo Jun felt like it was out of a drama. The girl confessing to the guy with chocolates. Argh so cute, I am here for this ship” Soo Ah said excitedly. You looked down embarrassed before shaking your head and looked down to avoid anyone seeing your blushing cheeks. Unfortunately, you weren’t quick enough.

“Aww, Seo Jun look she’s blushing now; yah I think we’ve got a new couple emerging in our class,” Tae Hoon said sounding just as excited if not more excited than Soo Ah at the prospect of another couple in your class. Seo Jun looked at you getting embarrassed, not lifting your head as other people started to tease you and felt anger. He didn’t understand why he was angry at Tae Hoon embarrassing you like this, but he was, and he had to do something about it.

“Aish, Yoo Tae Hoon shut that stupid mouth of yours before I punch you” Seo Jun snarled angrily at Tae Hoon who immediately stopped teasing you and went back to his desk, miming a zipper closing his mouth. Seeing that reaction everyone else that had been teasing you stopped as well.

You heard what happened and felt immensely grateful for Seo Jun getting everyone to be quiet. You wanted to thank him but didn’t want to stir up rumours so with your head still on your desk you texted Ju Kyung and asked her for Seo Jun’s number. Thankfully, she saw your message immediately and sent his number without even asking why you wanted it.

To Seo Jun:

Thanks for that, u didnt have to do that, but I appreciate it Seo Jun. Sorry about what happened tho, I shouldnt have given the chocolates to u now, if I knew it would’ve started this, I would’ve given them to Cho Rong or Ju Kyung to pass on to you instead. Oh, and Ju Kyung gave me ur number.

Almost immediately you felt your phone buzz and saw youd gotten a reply from Seo Jun.

From Seo Jun:

Watver Nerd, culdve asked for my number yesterday ya know but yeah ur welcome i guess, someone had to shut up these idiots. im happy u gave the chocolates to me, thnx for them bonus was seeing that bastard walking off in anger.

You laughed silently at Seo Jun calling Hae Sung a bastard, although your automatic reaction was to defend Hae Sung, you refrained from doing that and replied.

To Seo Jun:

Yh yh, I forgot sue me for being forgetful Han Seo Jun, I hope you enjoy the chocolates tho, their the expensive type so share them with ur mum and sister.

You knew he would share with his family, but just wanted to remind him, these chocolates were the type that you would finish without even realising it.

From Seo Jun:

Yah, wat do u take me for, ofcourse im sharing w/ my sis n mum, dw abt it, with the way these vultures attacked ill even save some for u.

Honestly who knew Seo Jun could be such a sweetheart over texts, this was a side of Han Seo Jun you never thought you would see.

To Seo Jun:

Aww, thnx for saving some for me too Seo Jun, you don’t have too but im not gonna say no to chocolates.

You smiled as you felt you phone vibrate with a response, Seo Jun was a quick responder, you didn’t think youd be texting with Seo Jun or even get his number but look you having a proper text conversation with him. Such a contrast to last week when you were afraid of him and now not only were you tutoring him but he was slowly becoming your friend.

From Seo Jun:

Understood, if I ever get u mad at me, imma get chocolates to get u to forgive me.

You giggled at his reply to your message and started to type a response. When you felt someone poke you, you looked to Hyun Ji and saw that Han Ssaem was entering the class. You locked your phone without replying and sat up straight ready for the next lesson.

Chapter 5

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hyenahunt · 3 years ago

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Jun Sazanami - Sub Story 2: Curse of the Bastard Child

Writer: Akira

Season: Summer (ES!)

Characters: Jun, Jin

Proofreading: hyenahunt

Translation: royalquintet

Jun: You’re telling me my dad got his life ruined by this useless drunkard with a 5 o’clock shadow who gets smashed at his workplace?!

[Location: Teacher's Room]

Jun: ‘Scuse me~

Huh… No one’s even here. That’s pretty careless, y’know~? No one to blame but yourselves if anything gets stolen, alright? You coulda locked the door~!

(Oh…? Wait, looks like someone’s wiped out on the sofa over there?)

Jin: ...Yaaawn. Who’re you? That’s not our school’s uniform.

Ah… Right, you’re probably one of the kids in that joint event we have with Reimei. Well, welcome. Got some business in the teacher’s office?

Jun: Ah-- Uh, yeah. I came to turn in some forms and stuff.

Jin: Ohhh, good work.

Sorry ‘bout that~ It’d be a lot easier if we could just do it digitally. But we still have some old-fashioned folks here, so we have to do every little thing by paper.

Jun: Nah, it’s fine. It’s not like this was a whole lot of trouble or anything. Just a few papers.

But I had a few things I wanted to ask about…

We talked about the school who invited us--Yumenosaki Academy--paying for the expenses up to a certain point, but...

Are you really gonna be okay~? That idiot in my unit spends money like water, so I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be a huge cost to you guys. For real, you know?

Jin: I dunno, really. Our resident rich kid apparently has a hand in the budget, so we’re probably fine.

Go wild, if you want. I’d rather you kids have a good time since you dragged yourselves all the way over here.

Though it’s not really my place to say, since I’m not in charge of that Summer Live thing.

Wait here, I’ll get Akiyan-- Uh, the teacher who’s managing the plan for it.

Lessee… Huh? Where’d I put my phone again? Crap, I can’t remember anything after I opened my third bottle of sake.

Jun: ...You were drinking on school grounds? Uhh, you are a teacher here, right? Not just some bum who wandered in?

Jin: Ahh, it’d be pretty bad if the headmaster or some other higher-up found out about it, so keep it a secret, okay?

I thought my secret stash was gonna get found out, you see. I panicked and tried to drink it all but then I guess I blacked out.

Jun: Damn… I can’t even imagine that happening at Reimei.

I heard Yumenosaki went through a pretty rough patch, but seems like corruption runs rampant among the teachers, too, huh?

Jin: You know, you shouldn’t say that when there’s a teacher right in front of you…

It’s all good, though. They’ll overlook it as long as I’m not doing anything illegal.

Not like I’m demanding a favor from them, but I did earn a lot of money for Yumenosaki.

I just want ‘em to be more forgiving about my stupid behavior, to a certain extent.

Jun: …?

Jin: Ooh, there’s my phone. Hellooo, Akiyan? It’s me! Jin~

Yeah, there’s a kid from Reimei here… Can you deal with him?

Jun: Jin…? Wait, don’t tell me you’re…Jin Sagami?

You look real different, so I didn’t see it at first, but… Ah, now that I look-- You’re actually Super Idol Jin Sagami, aren’t you…?!

Jin: Huh? Are you my fan or something? I thought young‘uns these days don’t have a clue who I am.

Ahaha, you here for my signature? Nah, just kidding...♪

Jun: Goddamn! Who’d want your signature, you murderer…!

Jin: Eeek?! Wait, what’s going on? Why are you mad at me? It’s the terrible teens…!

Jun: Ugh, right, as if you’d know… You wouldn’t have the slightest recollection of all the rabble you crushed underfoot, would you.

My name’s Jun Sazanami, by the way. Ring any bells for you, Jin Sagami?

Jin: Wait… Unh, what? Sorry, my head’s still half-asleep…

Jun: …"Jun" sounds kinda like "Jin." Does that remind you of anything?

Jin: Huh? What do you mean?

Oh no… Crap, I don’t wanna deal with someone claiming to be my illegitimate child or something! I don’t know how to raise a kid!

Jun: Seriously, how long are you gonna play dumb… I’m pretty sure my father sent you a video around springtime this year?

Jin: What? Ahh, that thing! That cursed video!

It was pretty creepy, so I had it burned at the Hasumis’ temple, but I remember it had my saboteur-- I mean, my rival in it!

Right, his name was Sazanami! Wait, you said he was your dad… You’re his son?!

Urgh, I had a bad feeling about this and it was right on the mark… So, is that what you’re up to? Out to get your dad’s revenge or something?

You’re an era too late for that, though~ The law doesn’t allow for revenge, you know?

Jun: As if? My dad’s been pretty messed up for as long as I can remember…

Didn’t even treat me like a human, no love or anything.

I’m not gonna waste my life getting revenge for a bastard like that…

But of course I got curious, and from the videos I watched back then, I might’ve even kinda admired you just a little.

My dad was done in by such an incredible guy… I thought he might’ve been even satisfied with that.

So I’d accepted it and even felt kinda relieved. But now...

Ugh, fuck! God dammit, this is worst…

You’re telling me my dad got his life ruined by this useless drunkard with a 5 o’clock shadow who gets smashed at his workplace?!

Jin: No, um, but, I’m usually a bit better put together than this?

I mean, yeah, I felt sorry for your dad, but… I didn’t mean any harm. It’s just how things were back then.

Just go easy on me, okay?

And don’t say anything weird to the students, even by mistake… If you’re gonna have your revenge, have it with me.

I won’t complain even if it stings me. I earned it, anyway.

Jun: I said I’m not trying to get revenge. My dad may have raised me and sent me to Reimei for that purpose, but…

My dad’s my dad. I’m my own person.

Though if I take down your precious students… It’ll be like punishing the kids for their parents’ mistakes. Maybe it’d even make me feel a bit better?

My dad’s idol career ended in utter defeat…

But I can prove that when it comes to raising idols…he’ll outdo Jin Sagami anyday.

Haha. Ohiisan had to drag me to this Summer Live thing, but...I’m kinda looking forward to it now~

Jin: Mmgh… Well, it’s great that you’re excited about it, I guess.

But I do feel like the stage is no place to bring your thirst for revenge, or any other motives.

It was from giving into those kinds of scummy, dishonest thoughts that both me and your dad wound up losing our way.

Jun: ……

Jin: And besides. You act like it’ll be such a breeze to take them down, but our brats here are pretty talented themselves…

They may still be little babies without much experience, but don’t underestimate ‘em.

If you let your guard down, you’ll be the ones getting eaten up.

You don’t wanna repeat your dad’s failures either, right?

Jun: ...Thank you very much for the advice. I’ll really take it to heart, Jin Sagami.

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gloriousmonsters · 3 years ago

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had a very stressful morning so i was trying to think about something dumb and fun to distract myself, hit upon ‘there are jin guangyao&su she to wei wuxian&wen ning parallels... what if you swapped the Loyal Dudes in those equations’ and let me tell you I am now entertained as FUCK thinking about it

jin guangyao and wen ning is honestly fascinating because i’ll be honest: wen ning is a sweet, sweet boy but he also has, canonically massive pent-up reserves of Going Apeshit buried deep inside him and doesn’t... really seem to have... much of a moral compass? I mean, you could assume he does, but the way he primarily seems to assess the world is simply through ‘there are people I’m loyal to (my family, Best Friend Who Was Nice To Me And Whom I’d Die For) and I’ll do anything for them. that’s it’. he doesn’t seem to have a particular drive to be violent unless that gets unlocked via fierce corpse beast mode, or any desire to be cruel--but he doesn’t seem to really balk at anything, either. I’m not saying he’d ever be The Darkest, but I am intrigued at the idea of a wen ning who’s loyal to--instead of wei ‘my reaction to you saying I would kill and/or die for you is ‘it’s finnnnne lol let’s just hang out’ wuxian--jin ‘my reaction is ‘perfect! could you also pick up my dry cleaning?’ guangyao. I’m getting this mental picture of them initially meeting in Nightless City, and then JGY stashing him in hiding after the Wens are taken down. wen ning + xue yang odd friendship? wen ning going more the doctor route, since he wouldn’t be a fierce corpse? the possibilities are wild and i want to see them explored

wei wuxian and su she is making me lose it just thinking about them because they would be. A Lot. here’s why. I can actually see them becoming friends easily under the right circumstances--alter things slightly so wwx talks to him instead of LWJ after saving him from the WB abyss, or substitute some event where wwx speaks up/shows him sympathy after some other event. sms being kind of a bitch is fine, wwx is used to that with jiang cheng. they even--going off sms picking up things like teleportation and the HH curse, and wwx’s everything--might share some interests in weird and neglected areas of cultivation. they could really hit it off!

there’s uhhh just one problem and it’s that wwx being wwx, his adhd ass is going to fully forget about sms after he’s been out of his sight for 15 minutes. and we’re not dealing with ‘it’s fine wei-gongzi, no hard feelings! no not about me dying either it’s cool :)’ wen ning, we’re dealing with su ‘takes literally everything personally, hates being forgotten’ she. buuuut he does get an A grade in loyalty. so we have someone who does care about wwx and feels indebted to him, but is pissed as all hell at him. (jiang cheng, you have competition). whether or not sms still commits his obligatory Sin of Cowardice is ymmv, I think--moving over that, I’m imagining a scenario where sms winds up dying right at the end of Sunshot, and wwx happens to come along juuuust a bit too late and feels guilty enough about that + the fact he kind of forgot about this guy until now, to try resurrecting him.

but I think that even that wouldn’t really like... fix the relationship. wen ning was dealing with kind of a bad hand, cultivation-wise, before his corpsification, and is generally the kind of person who rolls with the punches a bit more--he lost stuff when he died and came back, but it was overall a little more chill for him. sms actually had pretty strong cultivation, which he’d lose as a fierce corpse, and is. as previously mentioned. really bad at handling things.

I have no idea what the Yiling Laozu&Ghost--whoever-the-fuck-that-dude-in-white-is-that-turns-up-to-yell-at-the-Yiling-Laozu-sometimes--relationship would look like, for the most part, I’m just massively entertained by the idea of wwx coming back to life in present day, tootling on a flute, and sms shows up and just decks him before leaving

(then coming back ten minutes later to actually save his life, and yell at him for ‘pretending to be dead’ for sixteen years)

#meanwhile jgy just has the politest poison and drug expert you have EVER met living in a comfortable apartment in his basement #it's a me post #su she #wen ning #gay necromancy: the show

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honeymoonjin · 5 years ago

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DAY FIVE

“Going outside again today, Namjoonie?” Yoongi questions with a teasing grin.

Namjoon sighs morosely at the thunderous downpour of rain visible through the kitchen windows. “It’s over for me,” he announces sullenly. “I’ve lost.”

You pause, spoonful of rice hovering in front of your open mouth. “So your prompt was ‘the outdoors’, huh?”

A miserable cry leaves his throat before he buries his face in his arms, slumped at the dining table where a few of you have gathered for breakfast. “Damn it,” he whines, muffled by the thick cable knit sweater he’s wearing.

You’d woken up early to a crack of thunder; the weekend storm apparently descending upon the villa earlier than expected. For once, you’d had to help Jungkook work out the heating system, cranking it up until you could smell the quickly-heating dust that had gathered from lack of use.

Yoongi, also an early riser, had announced that a day like today required a hot breakfast, and you’d helped him prepare a basic stew and some steamed rice as you were gradually joined by Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok. You’d waited a bit for the remaining two contestants, but the wafting aroma of beef and potato quickly broke your patience.

You finish your mouthful with a chuckle, leaning over to rub his back. “But now that you’re already going to get the penalty, you may as well do whatever you want.”

Namjoon’s body is still for a few moments as he considers this, before the faded purple of his hair jostles with a nod. “I guess so,” is the reply that comes from the crook of his arm.

You grin. “It’s okay, it’s not like you’re the last one. Hoseok hasn’t gone yet, and I swear Jimin doesn’t even wake up before midday.”

Hoseok narrows his eyes at you challengingly but before he can retort, the youngest makes a noise of disagreement in his throat.

“Oh, he’s not sleeping,” Jungkook answers breezily between cheeks stuffed with rice. “What? Yesterday I wanted to ask if I could borrow one of his shirts for my stream this week - you know, that see-through pink one he wore over a white shirt? - and he didn’t answer when I knocked so I opened the door-”

“Jungkook,” Yoongi and Jin cut in simultaneously, faces turned down in disappointment.

“Wait!” Jungkook protests. “It’s not as bad as it sounds! I just stuck my head in the door and he was in the bathtub-”

“He gets a bath and I don’t?” Hoseok asks incredulously.

“Hobi-hyung, please,” Jungkook whines. “Not the point. So like, his hair was covered in white stuff and he had this bright green clay mask on his face and a black one all over his hands and the water was like pink, but still see-through and I could kinda smell rose and maybe tea tree oil but then he was yelling at me to get out and then I got a text saying if I told anyone he’d-” Jungkook pauses, his excitement fizzing out suddenly, replaced by a look of pure fear. “Oh, I probably shouldn’t have said all that. Let’s pretend that never happened.”

Jin looks like he wants to ask for more information, but Hoseok huffs, shuffling in his seat impatiently. “Who cares,” he spits petulantly. “He isn’t fucking Edward Cullen; just because he’s mysterious doesn’t make him hot. I can be mysterious.”

Yoongi gasps, pointing at Hoseok’s feet wordlessly. That alone is enough for the younger man to let out a pealing yelp, stumbling up out of his chair and jumping on his feet, frantically patting himself down as he wide-eyes the floor. Yoongi begins chuckling, a dry cackle that spreads to the others at the table, and Hoseok deflates, sending him a withering gaze.

Sitting back down in defeat, though not without glancing down one last time cautiously, Hoseok huffs at Yoongi, mouth sticking out in a pout. “You’re lucky I’ve already found my arch nemesis or it would be you, Yoongi-hyung.”

“What a relief,” Yoongi replies in sarcastic monotone.

Hoseok frowns, before cheering up again to send you a bright grin. “Hey, Y/n, are you gonna go out to the confessional booth today?”

“Real subtle,” Yoongi murmurs lowly.

Ignoring him, you shake your head. “It’s raining,” you reply, “I’ll get wet.”

“I’m sure you will.”

Hoseok tuts, the dull thud of his foot stomping making Yoongi fight to prevent a smile. “Stop it, hyung! You’ll give it away!”

“It’s okay, Hoseok,” you assure, “it doesn’t really matter if you lose. The penalty is just spending the week in the bunk room. If you think about it, it’s like a sleepover.”

The doms eyes slide back and forth as he considers this. “Okay!” he announces cheerily. “My prompt is the confessional booth! If everyone else says theirs, we can all hang out together!”

You swear you could hear a pin drop. Namjoon looks like he’s feeling sorry for himself again, Jungkook and Jin are both avoiding his entreating gaze, and Yoongi just stares at Hoseok unabashed, smirk deepening as the silence stretches out.

After a minute of dead air, Hoseok frowns. “Fuck you guys. I wanted to sleep on the bunk beds anyway.”

Feeling bad for him, you stand up, collecting the empty bowls around the table and taking them out to the kitchen. “It’s okay, Hobi,” you chime, “if everyone else succeeds for theirs then I can keep you company.”

Hoseok’s eyes go wide, before he turns to Namjoon. “Buddy, you gotta fuck her outside. Let me have this.”

Namjoon pales, staring at the rain outside which continues to bucket down. “We’ll catch a cold.”

“Fine, I’ll just make sure I don’t lose,” Hoseok insists, standing up himself.

You walk back towards the dining room. “What are you gonna do, ma-Hobi!” You squeal as your body is suddenly lifted, swung over a shoulder.

“Woah, hyung, you’re strong!” you hear Jungkook gush as Hoseok carries you without so much as a grunt. “That’s so cool!”

“Hey!” you try to snap, but with your body folded over a bony shoulder and hair dangling on end, you can’t imagine the heat of your comment is felt by anyone. “This is kidnapping!”

“Not really,” Jin calls out in a bright tone, “he’s not taking you off the property.”

You kick your legs in the air in frustration, blood rushing to your head. “Fuck you! You can go fuck Yoongi without me next time!”

“As far as threats go, that’s not strong,” Jin retorts, his voice carrying over the three shocked parties. “Fucking Yoongi would be a pleasure.”

“Thanks, Jin-hyung.”

“No problem.”

You feel your cheeks heat up with the added blood and your eyes ache, so you give up the fight, instead batting your fists against Hoseok’s ass in protest. “Hurry up, John Cena,” you grumble. “Either let me down or take me to the confessional room before I pass out.”

“So demanding,” Hoseok tuts, but before you know it you’re shifting, getting tugged down and up and sideways, vision spinning sickly until you’re resting, bridal style, in Hoseok’s arms.

You pout up at the dark-haired man. “Hobi, I feel seasick now.”

He grins, lips quirking into a heart shape. “Are you that wet already?”

Your head lolls back as you kick your legs weakly in his hold. “Stop it,” you whine. “Being mean.”

“Poor baby,” he jibes, and calls out a cheery goodbye to the others, walking you out to the outside dining area where you’d spent that first night, and following the house around until you arrive at the garden shed that houses the confessional room. Once he lets you down, he checks his phone, wincing at what he sees. “Shit. Producer Shin is getting impatient.”

Even with all the excess blood in your head, you pale at the thought of the friendly middle-aged man that operated the camera in the room. “He’s not waiting there, is he?”

“No,” Hoseok dismisses distractedly, typing out a reply, “I exiled him to Sejin’s caravan out front. He just doesn’t like leaving his post for too long in case others want to film.” After he pockets his phone, he glances up at you, a strange dark flicker in his eyes. “Get inside and sit on the stool. Wait for me.”

Your mouth drops at the sudden change in his tone, his demeanor. “Why should I have to wait?” you protest. “You’re the one that wants me in-”

You jump when a sudden smacking noise rings in your ears, sharp and thin. In front of you, Hoseok has simply clapped his hands together once, but the fright as well as his sudden seriousness has your words dying in your throat.

“I don’t appreciate subs that talk back,” he says slowly, each word enunciated and clear, like he’s reciting an important law. “So go inside, sit on the stool, and wait.”

“Yes, sir.” The honorific is meant to be a final sarcastic sign of defiance, but you find yourself meaning it as you say it. This isn’t Hobi that you can joke and laugh with. This is a glimpse of what he’s like at his job at the dungeon. Of what he’s like when he’s Master.

His back straightens and his face clears in approval, but he doesn’t praise you for it, simply standing in stoic expectation for you to follow his order.

When you get inside, you feel his eyes on your back like two hot pinpricks, but you don’t dare look back, leaving the door open a crack as you sit on the stool.

The room itself is cramped, with just enough room for the stool, the camera, and a seat behind it, empty for the first time since you’ve arrived. You’re used to seeing a producer sitting behind it, open from eight in the morning until midnight; Producer Shin doing the early half and Producer Kang in the evening. Both were friendly, middle-aged men. Shin was divorced and Kang was happily married with two kids in primary school, and after you’d gone through whatever thoughts were on your mind and whatever questions fans had sent in, both men would often switch off the camera and chat with you about whatever topic felt interesting at the time.

Though it wasn’t broadcasted like your interactions with the other guys, you really had found good company in the two of them, as well as Sejin. On the Tuesday after Namjoon had walked out on you, you’d even gone out the front door to the caravan where Sejin resided, joined by Shin as the two ate dinner. While the two of them, Sejin especially, preferred not to know any extra information about the game just to maintain a professional distance, but that didn’t mean they didn’t give you a hot cup of tea and a portion of the Chinese food they’d ordered in and distract you with chatter about a k-drama Sejin was watching.

Used to them, it feels strangely empty in the confessional room with that empty chair, more so now that you’re restless with anticipation, eyes straining to see outside the sliver of door you left open.

He leaves you for a long time. Whether it’s on purpose or not, or whether you’re just feeling the drag as you wait, you don’t know, but it seems like hours of being on full alert before the sudden metallic screech of the door opening gives you a fright, heart racing as he steps inside.

You gape as he casually steps behind you, a hand on the back of your head locking you in place when you try and look back at him. The glimpse you got was enough to see that he’d changed clothes slightly; bright yellow sweater replaced with a black leather jacket open over a see-through black shirt. The sight of him in your mind flashes every time you blink like an afterimage. Beyond the all-black ensemble, the tight ripped jeans and the heavy boots, perhaps the picture that stays behind your eyelids the longest is that of his hands. You didn’t have enough time to see, but he was holding what looked like a small rucksack, like the kind you’d take swimming or to play tennis. Somehow, you imagine what it contains isn’t so innocent.

You swallow as his fingers press on your scalp, splayed out. “Face the front,” he commands, and his voice brooks no protest. Once his hand leaves you, you remain still; hyper aware of the effort it takes to keep your eyes ahead, staring at the wall behind the Producer’s chair. “Arms.”

Pausing, you stare dumbly down at them as they rest on your lap. “What?”

Hoseok lets out a light sigh, like he’s exercising great patience, and taps your elbow. “Behind your back. Both of them.”

You follow his order, a shiver running through you when his hands, calloused but limber, grasp your wrists tightly. He ties you up in silence, the cool caress of silk making your eyes slip shut in bliss. While you definitely have an interest in it, your experience in bondage isn’t particularly vast, and you marvel at how such a simple tie changes you. With every swish of fabric against the delicate skin of your wrists, your nerves all over your body sing out, need pooling between your legs. Your shoulder blades are tucked back, opening out your chest, and even in a thick hoodie and leggings, you feel deliciously exposed. Your forearms are crossed over in the hollow of your back so that the tie binds your wrists together. Instinctively, your fingers wrap around your opposite forearm for support, and knowing that there’s no back to the chair, that you’re now open on all sides, has your heart-rate picking up.

You feel your arms tugged as he tightens the knot with a flourish, before slipping two fingers under.

“Wiggle your fingers,” he instructs, and you obey. “Try to get out.” You pause for a moment, but then pull in opposite directions, attempting to wiggle yourself out, but to no avail. “Good.”

You swallow again, fighting against the dryness of your mouth. “What are you-” Your eyes fly open wide as his hand claps over your mouth, pulling your head back to rest against his chest as he looks down at you. You make a noise of protest, but he shushes you, brows in a straight line of disapproval.

“I ask the questions, princess. You see that chair?” He points ahead, and you try to nod but fail as his hand keeps you still, your breath coming hot through your nose. “That’s where the producer sits and asks you questions. So the only thing I want to hear from you are the answers to my questions, and your safewords if you need them. Understood?”

You try and nod again; this time, he unwraps his fingers from over your mouth and lets you catch your breath. “Yes, sir,” you confirm, voice small.

“Do you remember your colours, princess? Can you tell me?”

You lick your lips where they’ve gone dry. “Green for go, yellow for slow down and red for stop... Sir.”

If he catches the pause where you almost forgot to say his title, he lets it slide. “Good. Let’s begin.”

You’re left dazed when he lets go of you and steps away in one swift motion, stepping to the side. You force yourself to keep your gaze ahead, unsure if the command from earlier is still in effect, but your eyes strain to make out the peripheral of him bending over the rucksack, rifling deep inside it. Your stomach curls at the sounds that emanate; the soft thuds of glass and silicone, the jangle of metal, the rustle of fabric.

Finally, he stretches up again, and you suck in a breath when his hand finds its way to your mouth again, this time wrapping tightly around your jaw and turning your face to look up at him, at the small device he’s wiggling in his fingers.

“Do you know what this is, princess?” Hoseok grins, and your eyes focus in on the small metal object. It’s short, a stubby cylinder. On closer inspection you notice a small remote tucked in his palm. A remote-controlled bullet vibrator. You nod as much as you can in his iron grip, and his eyes twinkle. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me and let me put it in?”

Your heart stops, blood rushing south as your desire skyrockets. “Yes, sir,” you gasp needily, unable to help yourself rocking your hips against the smoothed top of the wooden stool.

Hoseok tuts at your movements. “Good girls stay still,” he chastises, and you freeze, feeling your jaw ache once he lets go.

As it turns out, ‘in’ doesn’t mean inside of you, but rather in your panties. Your fingernails dig into your forearms with the effort to not move, biting down hard on your tongue. He steps in front of you, hands dipping shamelessly to the front of your leggings, fingers tugging at the elastic and releasing, letting it snap onto your front. You hiss in a breath through your nose but don’t speak, remembering his rule. Going back, this time his hand slips under both layers, and you can’t help the whine that comes out when you feel cold metal against the heat of your core, sliding over your clit. Frustratingly, he himself doesn’t touch you, only placing the vibe before removing his hand, patting over your crotch where you can see the obscene bulge, straight down the middle.

You let out a breath, brows furrowing with want, but he simply walks away, leaving you tied up and waiting as he sits behind the camera.

He looks entirely in his element, legs spread and leaning back in the chair, fingers running over the control in his hands. In front of him, slightly to the right so his face isn’t blocked, is the camera. It’s still set up, black lens staring you down from its position on the tripod. You watch with baited breath as he leans over and turns it on with a little electronic beep, Your pussy clenches at the thought of him filming this, not for the show but for himself.

How he’d take it to his room, booting up his laptop and locking his door. He probably sat much like he is now when he jerked off; legs wide to make room for his hands. Watching you moan and writhe, hands trapped behind you and chest pressed out as the metallic whine of the vibrations is just barely audible through his speakers. Would he drag it out, wanting to savour every last minute of the video, stroking himself slowly so as not to cum too soon, or would he be frantic, desperate, panting alone in his room as he tries to orgasm in time with you, spilling all over himse-

An unbidden cry leaps from your throat as you’re taken off-guard by the sudden voltage between your legs. Your thighs snap shut but the pleasure continues, Hoseok watching raptly as your shoulders twist, the instinct to pull your arms forward even as soft silk holds firm. “Hobi,” you whine imploringly.

He ignores you, ramping the vibrations up enough that the noise fills the room; a constant high-pitched whirring that rings in your ears even as you clench your thighs around it. Though you’d enjoyed the odd vibrator yourself, you were sure Hoseok knew full well that there were always a few high settings that were quite simply too much. It overstimulates you before you’ve even orgasmed, so much you can’t take it.

“Hobi!” you cry, curling over yourself as if you can escape it. Belatedly, in your electrified brain, a puzzle piece clicks into place. “Sir! Sir, please, turn it off! It hurts, please!”

You go lax, shuddering when it stops suddenly; the only sound in the confessional room coming from your heavy breathing.

“Oh, princess,” he soothes in a warm voice, “don’t worry. Sir will help you learn. Think of this as training, hm? I want our time together to be enjoyable, but it’s important that you know how to behave. Sir would rather reward you than punish you. That’s fair, don’t you think?”

You straighten up awkwardly, the weight of your arms crossed over your back making it difficult. He’s patient, smiling once you face him upright again. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

His eyes glimmer at that, and your core clenches, all too aware of the powerful motor resting over your clit. You wanted him to be happy with you, not just because you want a reward, but because you know just how unbearable his punishment would be. “Here’s the plan: I’m going to ask you some questions, and you’re going to answer them. If I don’t like your answer, you know what happens. Understood?”

You feel your arms and thighs break out in goosebumps at the thinly veiled threat. “Understood, sir.”

“Then let’s begin. We’ll start with an easy one, hm? How do you address me?”

“Sir.”

“Correct. When should you speak?”

“When spoken to,” you answer automatically, but his head cocks to the side, raising the remote meaningfully. Your mind scrambles. “Wait! And if I have to use the safewords, sir.”

The hand holding the remote lowers again as he nods. “That’s right. I can punish you for forgetting the other rules and move on, but if you ignore that then we can’t play at all, princess.” Hoseok smiles placidly. “Those are the ones we’ve already learnt. Let’s see how good your instincts are.”

You take in a deep breath, eying up the remote warily. This was uncharted territory, so the chance of you making a mistake just went right up. Rather than making any comment, you bite your tongue and wait for him to address you.

“When do you get to cum?” Hoseok asks in an authorial tone.

You pause for a moment, not wanting to blurt out something wrong. “When Sir gives me permission?”

He smiles placidly. “Good. Now; normally with my subs, they come only by my say-so. But I know for you, that isn’t reasonable given you have to play with the others. However there is still something I expect to have control over. Think for a bit; I’ll give you time. What can you not do without my permission?”

You stare at him imploringly but he just waits for your answer. You rack your mind for some clue, running over his words. He only wanted you to cum with his permission, but he was saying sex with the others was fine. So it wasn’t like you couldn’t cum at all without him around... You blink, feeling cold dread settle down your back as you come up blank. “I don’t get it, sir, I’m sorry.”

“That’s disappointing.” Even as you brace yourself, the powerful vibrations shock you to your core, more intense than you remember them. Hoseok’s eyes remain on you as you rock your hips and wiggle your torso, body trying to escape the overwhelming sensations even as you know you can’t. He holds you like that for what feels like an eternity, though it can’t be more than a minute or two. Finally, just as you feel like you’re going to fall apart, he takes mercy, and the vibrations cease, leaving you gasping.

“The answer I was looking for,” Hoseok explains coolly, “is masturbate. You are not allowed to masturbate as long as I am in the show. If you want that release, you’re to come to me, and I’ll decide if you’ve earned it. Is that clear?”

You open your mouth for a disingenuous yes, but he beats you to the bunch.

“And if you break that rule, don't think I won’t notice. I have mercy for mistakes but I don’t take well to direct disobedience.”

You deflate, lips turning down in a frown. It takes you a moment to commit. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” His eyes glint proudly at the power you’ve handed over to him, and you clench your thighs together, not wanting to admit just how much that look affects you. “I have one last question for you. What would you like from me?”

This feels like a question with no right answer, but still you hesitate. Ask for too much and he might chastise you. “A kiss, please, sir,” you try tentatively.

Hoseok’s eyes crinkle slowly as he smiles, standing up. “How romantic, princess.” You turn your chin up in anticipation, toes curling as he sidesteps the camera and moves closer, leather jacket shifting to reveal tantalising slips of skin, covered by the black sheer mesh. Once in front of you, he bends down painfully slowly, close enough that your eyes slip shut, the lightest brush of his lips on yours and-

He chuckles above you as the vibrations reappear with a vengeance, making you jerk violently and curse.

“Sir! Please!” you cry. Each time the vibrations come, they’re more insufferable, like they’re breaking down your defenses one pulse at a time. “Sir, please stop it, it’s too mu-uch!”

Hoseok turns it down, but not off, so that a gentle thrumming keeps you shuddering. He reaches behind you to tug your hair, pulling your head up to face him as he stands above you, tutting. “Why would I give you what you want?” he asks rhetorically. “You didn’t answer all my questions correctly. Maybe next time, hm?”

The vibrations are now the exact opposite of before - too low to bring you close to your high. “Hobi, plea- Sir, please, make me cum! I tried my best!” You round your eyes and pout, trying to plead with him.

Though he tries to hide it, his poker face falters for just a second. Just a twitch of his eye, a softening of his jaw, but you know you have him.

You let your voice soften even more, the sweetest begging. “I’ll be good for you, sir. Please just let me cum.”

Hoseok lets out a sigh, eyes melting. “Just this once, princess,” he allows, “Sir will go easy on you since you’re just learning.” He smiles at the way you moan in relief once the vibrations pick up again, the divine middle ground between too much and not enough. With your senses so heightened, it’s no surprise to feel the coil in your stomach quickly tightening, egged on by the fond way he strokes your hair, brushing it off your face to drink in your reactions. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you breathe, hips rocking as much as you can without compromising your balance. It’s an overwhelming feeling having your arms still tied behind you. The thought that you aren’t in control of your own pleasure. Considering his prior rule, it doesn’t surprise you that he started with a scene where you didn’t even have the choice to cum without permission. Every time the silk tugs at your wrists or the metal vibe slides slightly with your grinding, it just reminds you of how you’re fully at his mercy, and you can’t wait to feel what that’s like once you finally cum. It’s not quite enough though; so wet, the metal slips more than you’d like and it frustrates you when the pressure isn’t enough, or is in the wrong place. You hiccup a sob when he turns the vibrations up just one more level, so close to your edge you could cry. “Ho-hobi, please, I need more.” You sniff at the way his brows tick. “Sir,” you cry desperately, legs widening in invitation.

Hoseok lets out a low grumble as his jaw flexes. “You’re lucky I’m going easy on you,” he announces, before dropping a hand down and cupping it over your center, pressing the vibrator right over your clit. “You better cum now, princess, I’m getting impatient. You wouldn’t want Producer Shin to walk in right now, hm? Poor man just wants to do his job, not deal with whiny little girls like you who just want to cum. Do you know why I’m not fucking you right now, princess? Because I know you couldn’t help yourself from making a mess. I bet you’re sopping wet in those panties of yours.”

With every sentence, Hoseok grinds the heel of his palm over you, jostling the vibrator against your swollen clit and before you know it, you’re cumming, leaning forward and burying your head in his chest as you latch your thighs around his hand, cresting the high.

He holds you there the whole time, vibrator jumping up another level to make you let out a squeal. As your vision begins to clear and your body returns to normal, the vibrations make you jump and whimper against him, arms flexing aggressively as you fail to pull your hands in front of you, no way of stopping the assault of sensation- unless; “Sir! Turn it off, sir, please!”

Hoseok takes mercy on you and the vibrations cease. As you gasp for breath, the sheer fabric of his shirt itching your cheek, you feel his palms slide over your shoulders and down your back, warm even through your hoodie, and reach for the length of silk. You make a low noise of disapproval at the feeling of being untied, not wanting the scene to be over, but he just shushes you gently, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

Your shoulders twinge once your hands fall to your sides, and you follow his instructions to roll them out as he massages the muscles. While his fingers aren’t as heavenly as Taehyung’s, it does ease the ache, and you let him sit you up as he fishes the slick metal bullet out from between your legs, smirking at the way you shudder when his knuckles brush against your sensitive clit.

“Now, princess,” he announces lowly, “Shin will be coming back soon, so we need to head out. But I still have one last lesson for you. Are you able to keep going? It’s nothing too crazy, I promise.”

You swallow the dryness in your throat that’s come from your heavy breaths and nod, a soft smile gracing your face with the satisfaction of a good orgasm.

Hoseok hums, pleased, and pats your cheeks warmly before holding up the black silk. “One of the most important things in a scene,” he explains, brushing your hair back with his free hand, his knuckles light against the sensitive skin of your neck, “is trust. So we’re going to take a walk back to the house together, princess. Only you’ll be wearing this.”

Your breath hitches as the silk comes over your eyes, cool on your lids and temples as he ties it in a knot at the back, tight enough that it won’t slip but making sure it isn’t catching your hair or digging in. It’s a new kind of vulnerability, having your hands free but your sight prohibited, and you find your head tilting up blindly, seeking him out in the void.

“Oh, Y/n,” you hear him chant in a whisper, “you have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”

You shiver, hands clutching at him, slippery fabric and sharp teeth of a zip scratching your palms. “Sir,” you say, no words coming to mind but his title as his hands grasp your sides, lifting you off the stool. You stumble a but, hands flying out to steady yourself in the darkness. Your heart races when you realise your hands are empty, and as you wave them around, it’s all open air, feeling deep like a crevasse. “Hobi?”

Hoseok ignores the slip, his voice coming slightly to your right, but at a distance. “Follow my voice, princess. I’ll keep you safe. Come.”

Your mouth hangs open and your feet feel leadened to the floor. As fear begins to roil in your chest, you slide your feet forward, shuffling closer, hands scanning the air in front of you. With no sight, every inch feels like walking up to the edge of a cliff, hands grasping for contact that never comes. Your breath hitches, lungs not expanding fully. “H-hoseok, yellow,” you gasp, eyes tearing at the fear that grips your heart. “I don’t like it.”

“Okay, shh, you’re alright, I’m here,” Hoseok comforts, his voice closer, and you let out a sob of relief when your hands touch the mesh of his shirt, elbows buckling as he pulls you into a tight hug. The restriction on your ribs falls away the moment his chin rests on the crown of your head and his hands rub soothingly at your back. “I’m so sorry, princess,” he murmurs gently, “too far, hm? Are you still okay with the blindfold?”

You sniff and nod, bottom lip trembling so much that you don’t dare speak.

“So not being able to touch me was too much? That’s okay, don’t get upset, we don’t have to do that. Do you think you could walk to the house with me if I hold your hand? Would you like to try that instead?”

As he speaks, he slips a hand into yours, squeezing tightly. You take a steadying breath, feeling those sickly stresses fade away. “I wanna try, Sir,” you decide, voice only wobbling a little.

“Are you sure?” You hum in confirmation, and he rewards you with another soft kiss to your forehead. “Then let’s go, princess. Walk this way with me.”

It’s still scary stepping out blindly, but Hoseok reassures you every few moments, and his hand is like an anchor in the black ocean, keeping you steady. His hands are surprisingly slender, but they just fit into yours all the better, warm and strong and tugging you along slowly.

The first thing you feel once you leave the shed is the spots of rain on your cheeks, air fresh with moisture. Rather than be a negative, however, the lighter downpour soothes you, as well as gives you an incentive to walk faster.

There’s a slight lip where the patio begins, and once Hoseok guides you to step up on it, the rain ceases to hit you, now a soothing patter against the eaves of the house and the roof over the outdoor dining area. The swish of a glass sliding door, and finally you’re led inside, Hoseok warning you about furniture you’re close to so that you don’t trip.

Even as it gets easier with time, you still let out a heavy breath of relief once he slides back a chair at the table and helps you sit, unwinding the knot and baring your eyes to the world once more.

You blink, wincing at the bright lights of the kitchen and dining room, feeling Hoseok’s hands on you, warm voice praising you. Strangely, your mind feels more fuzzy now that it’s over, and you tell Hoseok, rubbing your eyes to try and get your vision to focus on his face.

“Probably subspace,” he answers, taking the chair next to you and holding out his hands, palms up. You frown blearily at him and he just laughs, reaching out for your wrists. You look down and let out a noise of surprise. All your struggling has left harsh red lines circling your wrists, and you hiss as Hoseok gently rubs them, pressing in an almost clinical manner like he’s making sure you haven’t hurt yourself. “Typically the trust exercise alone wouldn’t make someone fall that much, but I suspect cumming first had gotten you halfway there.”

“Okay,” you answer dumbly, making his lips quirk in a smile, letting your wrists down.

“I’m going to get you a drink of water and something sugary and then we’re going to sit down at the couch and watch a movie together, okay?”

“Okay,” you say again, head feeling heavy. Perhaps you’d lie rather than sit on the couch, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“You did so well for me today, princess,” he praises. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you slur happily, waiting for him to duck into the kitchen and retrieve the supplies.

And so for the rest of the morning, the two of you curl up together on the couch, gradually joined by the others, until all eight of you are watching Paddington 2, Jungkook furiously playing a game on his phone to hide the fact that he’s tearing up at one of the climaxes.

It’s easy to let time pass like this; long after you feel fully clear and coherent again, you remain safe in Hoseok’s lazy embrace, his head resting against yours and his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Jin and Yoongi bicker about the movie choices as the day goes on, and Taehyung demolishes enough snacks to clear the pantry, but you and Hoseok just relax, enjoying the mutual comfort after your scene.

In fact, you barely notice the afternoon drifting by until Jin stands up and announces you order in some dinner, because it was too late to cook. True to his word, it was almost 8pm, and you didn’t fancy waiting until 10 or later to eat.

It’s not you, or even Jin or Yoongi, but Jimin that notices Namjoon’s change in demeanour. The eight of you are crowded around the coffee table cross-legged (or, like Taehyung, lying on his stomach) in an uncommon silence founded by the delicious food you’re all stuffing into your mouths.

Not all, apparently, as Jimin’s voice breaks the silence. “Namjoon-ah, why aren’t you eating?”

The silence changes, then. No longer the contented hush of eating, but the frozen uncertainty of a social faux pas. You’d only known each other five days and already Jimin was using a very familiar term, one that normally you wouldn’t dare use to someone older than you. Namjoon, however, doesn’t seem offended, but rather sends the younger man a grateful look.

“I’m just not hungry,” he weakly explains, staring mournfully at the steaming dishes in front of him.

“You didn’t eat lunch either,” Jimin points out, making you raise your brows. You’d seen on many occasions that Jimin was an observer - the memory of his hand around your throat still makes you shiver - but to hear it directed at someone else’s wellbeing impressed you.

Namjoon just shrugs. “I wasn’t hungry then.”

Abandoning his own meal and ignoring the gawking stares from the others at the table, Jimin reaches out with his chopsticks, piling food from all of the dishes into Namjoon’s bowl. “You’re going to sit here and eat with us, Namjoon, and then you’re going to tell whoever you feel comfortable telling why you’re upset.”

Namjoon’s face falls, guilty. His fingers fiddle with the hair tucked behind his ears as he watches his portion grow. “I don’t want to be a burden,” he mutters softly.

“You aren’t a burden,” Jimin says firmly, sending him a firm look and sliding a set of chopsticks his way. “Just say thank you and eat.”

“Thank you, Jimin,” Namjoon says in a small voice, grabbing a piece of pork cutlet first, biting into the crunchy crumb.

With a quiet smile, Jimin turns back to his own food, continuing to dig in. As if that’s the signal for the rest of you, the group returns to their bowls, a satisfied silence falling once again.

After a few mouthfuls, Jin sets his cutlery down, wiping his mouth on a stray napkin. “I think all of us are probably facing some challenges in this situation. No matter who gets voted out and when, we’re the only ones we have right now, so let’s be honest with each other and support each other. We shouldn’t expect Namjoon to be vulnerable with us without being able to do the same. So I’ll start; one thing I’ve been worrying about is that I’ll get my own feelings in the way - whether that’s affection or jealously or competitiveness - and not be able to give you all objective advice. I want you all to see me as a person you can talk to and a shoulder to lean on, so I’m worried if I get too in the game I may no longer be able to do that.”

Finished, Jin returns calmly to eating, pulling a long trail of cheese ramen into from the bowl into his waiting mouth. To your surprise, it’s Jungkook that speaks up next; the boy having kept quiet this whole time.

“I’m worried-” he begins, before his nose twitches violently like he’s fighting the urge to tear up. “I’m worried that I’ll miss you guys. If I get voted out or any of you get voted out. Like; once the competition is over we can still hang out at stuff sometimes, and we can still talk, but it won’t be the same.”

You coo as he presses the back of his hand to his nose, blinking hard. Sitting beside him, you leave your own food and wrap your arms around him in a sideways hug, resting your head on his shoulder. He sniffs, but his head tips to the side to lean against yours, and you feel his body relax into the embrace.

“I worry about that too, Jungkookie,” you admit. “Though my biggest fear is that whoever I vote out each time will hate me for it. I know it’s hard not to take things personal. It’s going to be an impossible decision every week, and I don’t think I could handle it if you got angry and didn’t want to speak to me again.”

“That won’t happen,” Taehyung answers certainly. “You’re so cool, Y/n, and getting a bunch of hot people to fuck you every week is the dream, but I would never want to be in your decision. We all know it’ll suck more for you than it does for us.”

You smile as the other guys at the table nod in agreement, letting out a low hum as Jungkook’s shoulder jostles beneath your head, the boy reaching forward to grab his bowl. As he lifts a hunk of white rice to his mouth, you poke him in the ribs, opening your own lips.

Though you can’t see his face, Jungkook scoffs and you can picture the reluctant grin he must sport as he changes angles, lowering it to your mouth instead. You hum happily once the warm rice fills your mouth, but it soon turns into an indignant squeak as Jungkook pulls out a cut of cooked pork with his chopsticks, eating the much better morsel. He chuckles, feeding you the next strip, and the two of you sit contentedly like that, feeding each other as the conversation continues.

It seems like it’s Hoseok’s turn. He has his gaze internal, biting at his lip. “I’m terrified that I’m gonna fuck up and say something wrong or do something wrong and then people at my work will think I’m a bad dom. I swear I’ve read Y/n’s limit sheet a million times but I still messed up today.”

“Hobi,” you sigh, voice soft with empathy, “that wasn’t your fault. And you handled it perfectly. Please don’t feel bad.”

Though you know the others have questions - Jimin especially is staring hard at Hoseok, not angry but burning with curiosity - nobody asks, simply letting things move on. Yoongi pats Hoseok on the back from beside him and looks towards the center of the room.

“My concern is with the editing team,” Yoongi explains. “We don’t really have any way of knowing how much is going to be shown in the episodes on the website, and I don’t want people to watch this and get altered perceptions of things. I’m sure it can’t be avoided, but I do sometimes wonder how much the audience even sees.”

“I bet if one of us takes our clothes off, they’ll air this part,” Jin offers between mouthfuls of meat. “If you ever want to make sure something gets on the show, just remember it’s a porn website. I bet I could get five minutes of me talking about the economic state of Poland on the show if someone was going down on me at the time.”

Namjoon chokes on a sip of his water and you laugh heartily at the satisfied grin on Jin’s face. Always one to lighten the mood, the eldest seemed relieved at the way Namjoon blushes, but still chuckles, looking less anxious.

“Alright, then,” the virgin announces shyly. “I’ll get it off my chest. I’ve wanted to make my move this whole week but I keep chickening out. I’m worried that I’ll get to Sunday and not have done anything.”

You straighten up off of Jungkook. “That’s easy, Namjoonie. I’ll just make a move for you. After dinner, let’s go to your room.”

He chuckles nervously, but the whole room burst into a joyous cheer when he nods at you.

“Namjoonie, you casanova!” Hoseok jokes, but you can see how his eyes glimmer with pride, all the guys genuinely happy for him.

Namjoon senses it too, and some of his nerves seem to dissipate. He laughs, rocking his fist like a small punch of victory, and sends you a grateful smile. “Anyway,” he says once the celebration calms down, “we still have Taehyungie and Jimin to hear from.”

“I’ll go first,” Taehyung insists, jumping up from his spot lying on the floor to sit instead, placing his hands palms-down on the table like he’s divulging state secrets. His eyes narrow, his voice lowers. “My deepest, darkest fear is that either I or Jimin-hyung will get voted out before I get the chance to give him a massage.”

Jimin rolls his eyes as everyone oohs at the confession, but he can’t hide the upwards twitch of his lips. “Go on, then,” he allows, cheeks plumped as they fight to hold back his grin. “I need to be loosened up to admit my feelings anyway.”

Taehyung hoots, springing up and stepping around limbs and bodies until he’s sitting on the couch behind Jimin, legs on either side of the older man’s body. “You’ll have to take off your sweater,” Taehyung announces, fingering the cream-coloured fabric around his shoulders, “it’s too thick.”

Once again Jimin surprises you by actually removing his sweater, delicately slipping the ends of the sleeves over his wrists before lifting it up. He’s not shirtless - underneath the sweater is a thin cotton tank, tucked into his white jeans - but it’s the most skin you’ve seen on him, and you gape at his bare arms, lithe and pale.

The atmosphere in the room has changed very suddenly, everyone’s eyes on the pair as Taehyung rubs his palms together, warming them before laying them over Jimin’s shoulders with an excited grin. Jimin sighs almost inaudibly, lips parting as Taehyung begins to work his magic.

“Tell us then, hyung,” the masseuse requests, “what’s eating Park Jimin?”

Jimin’s lids flutter, the tension returning to his face with a frown. “That none of you would like me. That I’d get voted off just to make things less awkward for the rest of you.”

Taehyung’s hands freeze, his face falling. “We love having you here, hyung,” he insists lowly. “You’re a tough egg to crack, but I bet you’re a softie deep down. We’ll get there.”

“Thank you,” Jimin replies shortly, feeling considerably uncomfortable with the eyes on him for once. “I do hope that wasn’t the end of the massage, Tae, you barely sat down.” His tone is flat, but he lifts his head up to send the younger boy a sidelong grin.

Taehyung winks back at him, gently turning Jimin’s head back to face the front. “Of course, not, that was just the warm-up. You’ll be so relaxed when I’m done, you won’t be able to walk up to your room.”

Jimin lets out a little laugh as Taehyung begins pressing his fingers in more deeply, the flesh rippling beneath his touch. The masseuse, however, glances up to the rest of you, jerking his chin away like he’s asking you all to leave. Privacy, he mouths, and you fight the urge to nod in understanding.

Jimin probably wouldn’t let himself relax like that if all of you were just sitting there staring at him; you can see the way he nibbles lightly on his bottom lip that he feels out of his comfort zone.

Jin takes the first iniative, letting out a satisfied sigh and standing up. “I’m full,” he announces, “who’s gonna come help me do the dishes?”

And like that, you all clear out and leave Taehyung and Jimin behind, Jimin’s shoulders dropping in relief when he thinks nobody can see. Instead of helping clear up, Jin tells you to take Namjoon upstairs, and before you can really comprehend it, the two of you are sitting on the end of his bed in his room, kicking your legs out awkwardly.

“Well,” you say after a moment, Namjoon jumping slightly like he hadn’t expected you to speak, “how would you like to do this, Namjoonie? Lying down, sitting up, standing?”

He swallows, fiddling with the ends of his hair. “I think sitting,” he answers. “Could we, um, do it under the covers?”

“The blowjob?” you ask in surprise, and Namjoon nods, cheeks bright red.

“Nobody’s seen me naked before, and it doesn’t matter if I get disqualified for not showing everything because I’m going to get the penalty anyway for not doing it outside.”

“That’s fine,” you coo, “whatever makes you comfortable. How about I turn away while you get undressed?”

He nods, and you face the wall, listening to the sound of him hastily undressing, like he was worried you’d get impatient and turn around.

“You do realise I’m going to see you naked anyway?” you call out. “I can’t suck your dick with my eyes shut. Well-” Your voice lifts up as you consider it. “I suppose I could.”

Namjoon laughs, and you let yourself smile proudly at the sound. “You can turn around now,” he instructs, and you do, smile widening at the way he sits up in bed, pulling the covers up over his chest cutely.

“Namjoonie,” you sigh, stepping over to perch on the side of the bed, “I don’t want to push you if you aren’t ready. Are you sure about this? I don’t mind waiting.”

He mulls it over for a moment, chin pressing out as he tenses his jaw. “I think I’ll be fine once we get into it, you know? I’m ready.”

“Then let’s get into it,” you announce, fishing out your phone.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Namjoon’s shoulders deflate. “What are you doing?”

You smile softly, selecting a romantic playlist to set the tone a little; a slow, soothing guitar and husky male vocals emanating from your phone. “Setting the mood,” you answer, placing it on his nightstand and turning to him. “You’ve kissed before, yeah?”

Namjoon nods, his eyes widening once you stand up, shimmying out of your clothes. “I- y- mhm. Oh, god.”

“What?” you ask innocently, like you didn’t just get naked in front of him. This whole ‘being filmed 24/7’ thing had done wonders for your body confidence, and so you boldly straddle him, the duvet being the only thing that separates you. “We’ll just start with something you know, then.”

He makes a little muffled squeak of surprise when you press your mouth to his, but it shocks you just how quickly he seems to calm down and kiss you back. Perhaps he was a natural, or he had more experience than he’d let on, but in few short moments he begins to take control of it, deepening it and making your mind hazy with slips of his tongue.

“Wow,” you gasp out between kisses, “how did you learn to - mmph! - kiss like this?”

“Sorry,” he replies, voice already husky with arousal, “I’m excited.”

“Good,” you chime with a light giggle, “are you excited all over?”

“N- Yes,” Namjoon admits, stricken.

“So soon?” you question teasingly.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, pulling away and clenching his eyes shut like it pains him. “You’re really pretty.”

To hide your blush, you slide a hand down his chest and stomach. “Do you want me to touch you now?”

He nods quickly, jerky motions as his hands fist at his sides. “Shit, can you- This duvet was a bad idea, I shouldn’t have-”

“Hey,” you interrupt softly, standing up off him. He makes a low noise of loss and opens his eyes, widening when he’s visually reminded of just how naked you are. “We can take the duvet off, don’t worry. It’s easier this way, too.”

Once he nods his consent, you flip the covers back, revealing his naked body.

Your mouth drops open. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Namjoon frowns, brows knitting together. “That’s not a good reaction,” he says unsurely, hands tucking over his hardness. He’s huge - big enough to rival Seokjin’s - and he’s practically leaking precum like a faucet, his tip looking so red it must be painful.

“Oh, I can assure you it most definitely is,” you gush. “God, I’m so lucky. How did I get this lucky?” you ask yourself in wonder, stradding him again. This time, you sit lower so that you can bend over and take him in your hand, marvelling at the weight of it.

With that simple touch, Namjoon’s head falls back and knocks loudly on the headboard, making him hiss. “Y/n, if you don’t put your mouth on me now, I swear...”

Your eyes widen, mouth in question falling open in shock. “So Namjoon’s a baby dom, hm?”

He lifts his head off the wall, staring at you like he can’t believe the words that came from his own lips. “Sorry, was that rude? I’m going crazy, I want you so bad.”

“Don’t apologise,” you croon, running a single nail lightly up his side, “I like it. I’m going to suck you off now, okay? Tell me what feels good.”

He nods, a small amount of his prior nerves returning, but before they can take over, you dip your head, wrapping your lips around his tip and simply sucking off the precum that pools there.

“Fuck! God, oh my god,” Namjoon all-but shouts, and you can’t help but chuckle around him. “Don’t laugh,” he chastises, a hand winding its way in your hair to pull it back from your face.

You glance up at him, lips still on him, and slowly sink down, letting his hardness fill your mouth all the way to the back. He’s barely halfway in, but when you flick your tongue against one of the veins on his underside, it looks like he’s reached nirvana. You pull up, licking your lips, and use your hand to spread the wetness around his length. “Good?”

“Good, just keep - fuck - keep going.” You grin when his lips press together and he visibly forces himself from saying please, now that you’ve said you liked his dominant streak.

Always one to please, you drop your mouth onto him again, this time building up into a bobbing rhythm, a salty tang hitting your tongue as sweat and precum mingle. As you jerk off what can’t fit in your mouth, Namjoon curses lowly and his hips rise off the bed, pushing himself deeper so that his tip begins to breach your throat. You gag in shock, but he just groans louder at the obscene noise.

Expecting him to do it again, you try and relax your throat, but instead you feel tugging on your scalp as he pulls you up by your hair. He’s still slow enough to be painless, but he seems more comfortable taking some control and it makes you grin when you get pulled up off him, sucking air into your lungs.

“I want to try something,” Namjoon admits with wide, lust-ridden eyes. “I won’t push if you don’t want to.” He swallows, fingers tightening in your hair. “Can I fuck your face?”

Your mouth drops open even more, but your grin only broadens. “Fuck, yes,” you enthuse. “Is like this okay, or do you wanna change positions?”

“Like this,” he says, and his other arm moves down so that he can hold your head with both hands, fingers brushing back the hair that’s fallen in your face. “Just hit me if it’s too much?”

Your heart warms at the thought of him worrying about your safety, and you nod, taking the initiative to lean down, opening your mouth to rest his tip on your tongue, glancing up at him.

“Okay,” he breathes, and begins.

Rather than fucking up into you, he first starts by guiding you up and down on his cock with his grip on your head, each time a little lower, a little deeper down the back of your throat like he’s readying you. After only a few pulls up and down, his head tips back again, smacking noisily against the headboard as he speeds up, eyes shutting in pleasure.

It’s only once his eyes have closed that his hips begin to thrust up too. Like he’s letting himself get lost in the pleasure and just feel. You get lost in it, too. It’s easy to go passive like a doll, just focusing on the way he fills your throat. The way he hisses when you gag, and moans when you swirl your tongue in time with his thrusts.

Your eyes tear up with the intensity of it, breathing through your nose and trying not to cough on him, but you’re in heaven, a hand slipping down between your legs to give yourself some much-needed friction.

It’s once you start touching yourself that everything suddenly happens much faster. The rush of pleasure makes you moan around him, which makes him open his eyes blearily to look down at you, slowling his thrusts when he sees your hand between your legs. Once he realises what you’re doing, he curses again, and his hips pick up their speed, surpassing it until you’re gagging on every thrust, your jaw aching and tears streaming, but still you rock against your hand and moan onto him, caught in the pleasure of feeling, watching, and hearing him fall apart as you fall apart yourself.

As you grow close, a hair’s breadth away from orgasm, you reach your free hand between his legs and cup his balls, softly rolling them in your grasp.

Namjoon shouts as he reaches his orgasm, and suddenly he’s pressing you still against him, cumming down your throat with a stream of intense groans, thighs shaking.

You can’t catch your breath; his cock triggering your gag reflex but staying deep inside you, and it’s that desperation, that lack of control that brings you over the edge yourself, soaking your hand and the sheets below it with the force of your orgasm. He lifts you up as you’re riding your high, spent himself, but the sudden rush of oxygen to your lungs only heightens your pleasure, and you collapse, face pressed against his stomach as you cum and suck in air and cum some more.

Your own legs are shaking by the time you finish, core throbbing with aftershocks, and it takes all of your energy to push yourself up beside him so that you can lie against his bare chest again.

The room is filled with nothing but panting for a few moments, your fingers lazily tracing patterns on his chest as his arm wraps around you, holding you tight.

Namjoon is the first to speak, his voice low even in the silence of his bedroom. “Will you stay?”

You swallow back the hoarseness in your throat, using your foot to hook the duvet back up and over your lower halves, snuggling closer to him. “I’ll stay.”

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 4 years ago

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BTS DRABBLE-Jeon Jungkook

You never expected to see him again-let alone date him-but here you are, five years after first meeting him, and now you’re pretty sure you’re in love with Jeon Jungkook. He’s always been sweet, and clever, and somewhat quiet, and he’s definitely always been this good looking, however, there’s something different about him now-and it’s not that he’s really into Tiktok challenges and speaks all the millennial slang fluently. No, it’s something you can’t quite put your finger on. Something that makes you more intrigued in Jeon Jungkook than ever before. The same something that seems to have him staring at you intently whenever he thinks you’re not looking, as if he’s just waiting to kiss you- or more accurately, to taste you.

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS Drabble, Fluff, Jeon Jungkook, BTS!Vampires, Bangtan!Vampires, Vampire AU, Vampire Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook x you, Jungkook x reader,

Genre: Fluff

Title: Theories of a Vampire

“Do you want a sip of this? It’s really good.” You ask your boyfriend as you take another sip of your iced mocha latte, tilting your head in his direction, offering him a mischievous smile as you shove the drink toward him.

“Ah, no. I’m good.” Jungkook hurries to say, and his tongue slides out to wet his lips, as he glances away from you and stuffs his hands into his hoodie pocket. “I’m not thirsty.”

“Suit yourself.” You shrug and take another gulp of the drink, sliding your hand into his-icy fingers cold against his own which are long and warm in your grasp-as you continue to walk through the park.

It’s a pretty day. Warm, the air losing a bit of its chill, and you’re glad you had agreed to skip the last half of work to spend it with Jungkook.

Speaking of.

Glancing over at your boyfriend once more, his brow furrowed as if he’s lost in deep thought, you nudge his side, and when he finally focuses back on you, you raise a brow at him curiously. “You okay? What are you thinking so hard about?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs off your question and reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck with his free hand, a nervous tic he always did, and had done since you had first met him in your biology class freshman year of college.

You pull him to a stop, and shoot him a stern look, as you toss your now empty cup into a nearby trash can. “Jeon Jungkook. You’re worried about something. Tell me what.”

“I’m not worried per say-” Jungkook starts to protest, and at your fierce expression, backtracks slightly, letting out a defeated sigh as he glances up at the filtered sunlight streaming down on the two of you. “Okay, fine. It’s a big deal for the hyungs to invite you to eat with us, and I’m just nervous okay?”

You arch a brow at him, and reach out for his free hand, taking both in your own, as you pull him toward you, and lean up to press a quick kiss to the end of his nose. “Why? You think they won’t like me? Come on, Kookie, what’s not to like?” You tease gently, fingers stroking across the skin that covers the backs of his knuckles as you wait for his reply.

“Of course they’ll like you.” Jungkook blurts out, and he screws his eyes shut momentarily, wrinkling his nose in the adorable way he does when he’s agitated, the way that makes him look like a bunny. He opens his eyes once more, and looks down at you, before he sighs and admits quietly, “I’m not worried about you. I’m worried about me.”

His statement is odd, but you don’t question it. At least not out loud.

Because Jungkook has changed a bit since you first met him-changed a lot actually.

When the two of you had met that fateful day in biology class, becoming lab partners first, and then friends later, Jungkook had been introverted, but polite and sweet and someone you wanted to befriend. He had stuttered his words when he was nervous or excited and had had the biggest, brown, doe eyes you had ever seen.

And now-years later-after losing contact and reconnecting and discovering that there might be some sort of truth to the bullshit that is best friends to lovers tropes-Jungkook was not the same.

He was still sweet and quiet and thought before he spoke, and he still stuttered when he got excited, but he wasn’t the same boy you had met all those years ago.

No, something was different about Jeon Jungkook-he was heavier, a little more serious, and definitely more responsible than before-and you attributed most of those changed personality traits to simply maturity and growth.

However.

There was something about Jungkook-the new Jungkook-that had you constantly fighting the urge to be with him constantly-like a moth drawn to a flame. The way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching-those big, doe brown eyes large and dark with blown pupils and some sort of emotion that made your stomach warm pleasantly with desire-it was dangerous.

And you were helpless in the face of whatever it was. Whoever he was.

You pull yourself back to the present, only to find said subject of your deep thoughts watching you in the way you had just been imagining, and you have to look away, look at something else, before those endless eyes swallow you whole and you lose yourself completely.

You clear your throat, and tug at his hand, resuming your walk through the park. “Kookie, you live with them. They’re your roommates. I’m sure they won’t judge you if you act a little stupid around your girlfriend.”

“Wait. I act stupid around you?” Jungkook jogs to match your pace, and you hear the offense in his voice, as you tuck your emerging smile back behind the barrier of your lips and turn to face him, walking backwards, as you force down a giggle at the affronted look he gives you.

Damn. He’s so cute.

“Only sometimes.” You quip back, and as he opens his mouth to protest once more, you reach out and tap the end of his nose with your fingertip, effectively shutting him up, as you let out a laugh and continue walking, swinging your joined hands between you.

*******

The first thing you think as Jungkook pulls you up the sidewalk toward his apartment later that night is-Holy shit, what do these guys do for work?

Because this is not a typical, six guys living together out of college, run down, bad neighborhood housing unit.

No, this is a penthouse, in a gated community, and you’re fairly certain there’s the shimmer of a pool out back beneath the moonlight.

The second coherent thought you have-as Jungkook leads you inside, and you’re greeted by his six male roommates is-Holy shit, how are they all so hot?

And you’re pretty sure your mouth is gaping open as each of them greet you and introduce themselves in turn, before escorting you both to the dining room-an actual old timey dining room-where dinner waits.

And now, here you are, sitting at the long table with Jungkook on your right and one of the boys on your left-the one who seems to be just the right mix of extremely handsome and mischievous, Taehyung?-raising a bite of the opening course of soup to your lips.

Damn. It’s delicious.

Your eyes go wide, and the man across from you-the blonde one, tall and looking like a movie star, Seokjin?-offers you the hint of a smile, as he arches a brow in your direction and asks, “Enjoying the food, (Y/N)?”

“Immensely.” You say, and you can’t stop yourself from taking another bite.

Seokjin chuckles, the sound pleasant and soothing, and then bows his head slightly in your direction, and you can’t help but notice how small the spoon looks in his large fingers. “That’s a compliment then, so I should thank you.”

“You made this?” You blurt out before you can stop yourself, and a few of the other boys stop mid quiet conversations to glance over at you with amused expressions on their beautiful faces.

You blush, but luckily, Jungkook comes to your rescue, his hand finding yours beneath the table, as he leans over and says proudly, “Jin-hyung is one of the best cooks around. He can make anything taste great.”

“I believe that.” You nod, already hungrily diving back into the delicious bowl of soup before you without a second thought, missing the look of fond amusement that crosses Jungkook’s dark eyes as he watches you.

Also missing to note-perhaps more important-that your bowl of soup is the only one that seems to be lessening in contents.

*****

Later, you are sitting beside Jungkook on one of the couches in the den, legs crossed beneath you, as you sip some sweet, candied cocktail Seokjin had made you all, and as the alcohol warms your veins, and the men around you chatter and laugh quietly amongst themselves, you feel slightly more comfortable than you had at the beginning of the night.

“So.” You glance over at your boyfriend, as his arm comes to rest on the couch behind you, and he eyes you over the cocktail glass still held to your lips. “What do you think?”

“What do I think?” You repeat back, lowering the glass, and your voice, as you scoot into his side, and lean your head on his shoulder, surveying the room for a moment before answering. Dammit. They’re all still too handsome for your liking. You’d thought a few drinks would tone down their good looks just a little. “What do I think?” You parrot once more, and jab Jungkook in the side, as he yelps and winces beside you. “I think you should have warned me that all your roommates are just as smoking as you, Jeon Jungkook.”

You grin at him, ready to make a teasing jab about how they may be even more handsome than him, when the two of you are interrupted by Taehyung plopping down on the couch beside Jungkook, jostling you both.

“Come on, Kookie.” The older man practically whines, throwing his own arm around the younger boy’s shoulders, as he leans around his broad form and flashes you a charming smile. “You can’t hog all of (Y/N)’s time. You get to bask in her beauty all day every day. Let some of us have a turn.”

You bite back a grin, because you’ve met men like Kim Taehyung before. They are irresistibly charming, and smooth, and all together too incredibly hot to exist, yet you know they mean no harm with their slick words and damning good looks.

“Ask away, Hyung.” Jungkook sighs between the two of you, and leans his head back on the couch in a gesture of defeat as he motions to Taehyung. “I know you’re going to question her anyway. Get it over with.”

“Yah. That’s a good boy.” Taehyung slaps Jungkook’s shoulder, and the sound is solid, and you don’t miss the way Jungkook winces under the powerful looking show of brotherhood as Taehyung leans out once more to make eye contact with you. “So, (Y/N).”

“Yes, Taehyung?” You shoot back, not intimidated by his presence or confidence now that you’ve had a few drinks in your system.

Taehyung grins, and you note a slight hint of approval in his dark eyes, before he curbs his expression and steeples long fingers before plush lips. “How’d you and Kookie here meet?”

“College.” You say simply, shrugging, as you set your empty cocktail glass to the side, and glance at Jungkook, whose dark eyes are full of dread, as if he’s waiting for his hyung to ask something ridiculous and embarrass both of you. “Freshman year.”

“And you’re just now together?” Taehyung asks with shock in his deep tone, eyes widening slightly as he glances between the two of you, as if he can’t believe it took you so long to realize you were interested in each other.

“Well, yeah.” Jungkook shrugs now, a blush darkening his cheeks, and he bites his lip in that way you love, though right now, it’s less cute and more worried, as he chews his bottom lip between his teeth. “We lost touch for awhile.”

One of the other men-the smaller, petite one, who looks too pretty to be real, Jimin?-appears behind Taehyung and perches himself on the arm of the couch, listening in on your conversation with a cute, delicate tilt of his head that sends his dangling silver earrings tinkling in a fairylike way.

Taehyung snorts in amusement at Jungkook’s words. “So what you mean to say is you were too much of a dense idiot to notice her sooner.”

Jungkook straightens beside you and glares at the older man, and suddenly, you’re slightly worried he might deck him, but luckily, Jimin jumps into the conversation just in time.

“Tae.” He slaps the man’s shoulder, and Taehyung glances back at him, as Jimin’s features contort into a look of disapproval. “Don’t tease Kookie.”

“Fine.” Taehyung sighs, and you are surprised how easy it was for Jimin to put him in his place, considering Taehyung is probably three inches taller and at least ten pounds heavier than the fairyesque man sitting on the arm of the couch.

Jimin offers you a smile, and you don’t miss the way his eyes crease with the expression, as he says in a soft, lilting tone, “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N). We’ve heard a lot.”

Jungkook blushes once more beside you, and you laugh at his obvious discomfort, reaching out for his hand which is still balled in his lap.

“What we haven’t heard though-” Taehyung leans forward again, once more on the attack, and offers the two of you a raise of his brow and the slight hint of smirk on his full lips. “Is if you guys have done it yet.”

“Taehyung.” Jimin sighs in exasperation and rolls his eyes.

“Hyung!” Jungkook almost shouts out, drawing the attention of the older men, conversing with each other about something in the other corner of the room. His face reddens, and he lowers his voice, hissing out, “You can’t ask stuff like that.”

“So that’s a no?” Taehyung quips, settling back into the couch, his legs crossed, as he regards you both with an air of amusement and aloofness. He holds your gaze, and you don’t back down, as his eyes move over your face, before he states suggestively, “Well, be careful when you do, (Y/N). Jungkookie’s really into biting.”

And then he has the audacity to raise his brows at you in a gloating smirk, and send you a wink from across the couch.

“HYUNG!” Jungkook is practically fire red now, and you are trying to hold back a laugh, knowing he’s legitimately embarrassed now under his roommate’s constant teasing.

However. There it is again-buried deep within the black of his pupils-the look of absolute guttural want that sometimes washes over Jungkook’s features when he thinks you’re not looking, flashing across his irises at his roommate’s words.

“Do you always ask all of your roommates girlfriends these types of questions?” You retort, suddenly desperate to ignore the flaming feeling Jungkook’s brief express had lit in your belly, raising a curious eyebrow in the now lounging Taehyung’s direction.

He flashes you another wink and a boxy smile. “Only the hot ones.”

“Taehyung.”

A deep voice sounds behind you, booming in the small space, and you jump slightly, whirling around to see Namjoon standing, arms crossed over his chest, shooting a serious look at the younger man.

“That’s enough.”

Taehyung pouts, but ducks his head to the older man and grumbles out, “Yes, hyung.”

You had been right about the aura you got from Namjoon from the beginning after all. He’s beautiful, and tall, and has the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen, but his features are set in a serious, mature way, and now-seeing how Taehyung reacts to his commands-you know that he’s the one in charge, at least in this house.

“I hope they haven’t pestered you too much, (Y/N).” Namjoon motions toward Taehyung and Jimin, and offers you the hint of what you think is a smile, revealing a hollow dimple in his upper cheek, which catches you off guard.

“Not at all.” You stumble over your words in your hurry to answer him, because the man standing before you makes you feel small and obedient and it’s almost as if your brain is begging to do whatever will please him. “It was all in good fun.”

Namjoon nods, and then glances over your head, addressing your boyfriend. “Jungkook. It’s getting late. You should probably see (Y/N) home.”

Jungkook rises without argument. “Right.”

You are shocked, you have never seen Jungkook so quick to do what someone asks, and as you pull on your coat and say goodbye to each of the six men with who you have spent the evening, there is a part of you that wonders if roommates are not the only thing these men are to each other.

*******

It is several days later, sitting in your own lackluster apartment, that you find out the truth to your questions from the night spent with Jungkook and his six mysterious, all too good looking, roommates.

“(Y/N), come here for a sec!”

You hear Jungkook calling to you from down the hallway, and pushing your reading glasses atop your head, and setting aside the work you are plugging away at, you follow his voice to your bedroom, where he is laying on the bed, staring at his phone.

“What?” You ask, leaning against the door frame, letting yourself admire for a moment the swath of tan skin that peeks from beneath his hoodie, stretched across his muscular abdomen.

“Do this TikTok trend with me.” Jungkook replies without looking at you, swiping through something you can’t see on his phone.

“Kookie, no.” You complain, crossing the room to plop down on the bed beside him, as you glance at what he’s looking at. Some sort of new TikTok video with fang filters and gold eyes.”You know I don’t like being in your videos. I don’t want to.”

“Come on.” Jungkook looks at you then, wide doe eyes dark with pleading, lips pulled into his teeth in a pout expression that makes you weak at the knees. “Just this once. Please?”

You try to resist. You really do. But dammit, you can’t say no to those large eyes, rimmed with dark lashes, staring at you in such a way.

“Damn you, Jeon.” You grumble out, and Jungkook grins triumphantly, because at those words and the sullen expression on your face, he knows he has won.

You lie down flat on your back beside him on the small bed and squint your eyes as you glance up at his phone, your own face suddenly reflected back at you in garish light.

“What do we have to do?” You ask reluctantly, careful not to stare at your reflection too long, instead, choosing to glance at Jungkook’s face shown back to you on the camera, the way his dark, long hair shadows his eyes, the way his pink lips are pursed as he gets the angle just right.

“It’s really simple.” Jungkook shifts beside you, and his long finger taps the phone screen, placing the filter over the video, before he glances to the side and shoots you a grin-a grin so soft and excited that you can’t help but melt into the idea of the video just a little bit. “Vampires are really in right now. And basically, this filter shows you what you’d look like as one. See?”

He shifts the phone-still held above your heads-and you glance at the two of you, now with gleaming golden irises and long sharp fangs that poke past your overly red lips.

“I hate this.” You sigh out, and Jungkook chuckles from beside you, shifting the phone so that the filter falls away from you both for a moment, as he rises to his elbow beside you on the bed.

He smells good-like cologne and fresh, clean linens, and the shampoo he uses in the shower.

“C’mon, jagi. Just one video. For me.” Jungkook’s lips twitch, as if he wants to smile a the pout that comes across your features. He leans down and surprises you by kissing you briefly on the lips. “I promise if you do this with me, and be a good sport-” He adds, giving you a pointed look, as you sight once more. “I’ll make it worth it.”

“How?” You quip back, though your stomach is fluttering at how close he is, and the buzzing hasn’t left your lips from when his mouth covered yours for the briefest of moments. You swallow, and try to look anywhere but those eyes-eyes that make you want to fall in and never come back out. “You’ll buy me boba?”

“Yes.” Jungkook nods, agreeing too quickly, and reaches out to tap the end of your nose with his index finger, an odd look coming across his face. “Among other things.”

Before you can ask him what he means, and why his words have suddenly sent your heart racing, he is lying back down beside you, and holding up the phone once more. “Okay, let’s go.”

The video clicks to life, the filter turning you both into sad replicas of the vampires from Twilight, and Jungkook grins in his reflection on the screen, as he tilts his head toward you and asks, “What do you know about vampires, (Y/N)?”

“Yah.” You scoff and roll your eyes, but remembering his promise, force yourself to look into the camera and continue with the video. “You didn’t tell me this was a pop quiz, Jeon Jungkook.”

“It’s not.” Jungkook shrugs beside you, and you have to admit, his white teeth flashing behind pink lips look oddly enticing with the sharp points of the fangs pricking the plush skin. “It’s just for fun. Vampires. Go.”

You sigh, but do as he asks. “Fine. Vampires.” You hold up your hand for the camera to see, and begin ticking down fingers as you list in a slightly flat, bored tone. “Vampires are allergic to garlic.”

“Wrong.” Jungkook pipes up beside you, and you are startled, so much so, that you lose concentration and flick your eyes to him, forgetting about the video momentarily.

He raises a brow at you and motions with his head toward the phone, as if telling you silently to go on.

You try to refocus, stuttering slightly over your words. “Okay, um, vampires can’t enter a house uninvited.”

“That’s not true either.” Jungkook interjects, and you flash him a glare, warning him to stop interrupting you, and wondering how he knows all of this enough to argue with you.

“Fine.” You hiss out, and your eyes flash beneath the gold of the filter, as you turn back to the camera, starting to rapid fire off the rest of your list so your boyfriend can’t stop you to tell you how wrong you are again. “They can’t tolerate holy water, crosses burn them, sunlight hurts their skin, they can morph into bats, and they have no reflections.”

You catch your breath, confident that you’ve beat him.

“Inaccurate, false, entirely a myth, purely laughable-” Jungkook starts to list point blank from beside you, and you can feel the daggers you throw in his direction, as he pointedly ignores you and finishes up his smug commentary. “And last but not least, stupid as hell.”

He turns to you, and meets your gaze, dodging the daggers completely before he shoots you a shit eating grin.

“Fu-” You start to swear in frustration, and then you hear the video sound signal that the camera has been turned off.

“You can’t swear in my TikTok video, babe. What will my followers think?” Jungkook, who has come to a sitting position beside you, looks over at you with dramatically horrified eyes and a berating smirk on his face, a look that you’d like to wipe right off his lips.

“You asked me what I knew about vampires!” You protest hotly, coming to a cross legged position beside him, as you run a hand through your hair with jerky agitation. “And then you basically told me it was all bullshit!” You take in a deep breath, feeling yourself calm slightly. “Which is true, I guess, because vampires aren’t real, but still.”

“I mean-” Jungkook finishes up doing something with the video and then locks his phone, tossing it onto the nightstand, as he meets your gaze once more, with a suddenly thoughtful look crossing his features. “Technically, not all of it is bullshit.”

“Oh really?” You let out a humorless bark of laughter, and cross your arms over your chest as you glare at him. “Please. Tell me what’s true then.”

“Vampires can’t cross running water.” Suddenly, Jungkook looks sheepish, and though the expression is cute, and softens your ire toward him, you’re not sure why. “That’s true.”

“What?” You ask, slightly dumbfounded, staring at him. “That’s a thing?”

“Yeah?” Jungkook asks, a slight question, confusion crossing his pretty features once more at your look of surprise. “You didn’t know that?”

“I mean-” You shrug, and suddenly you’re on the verge of laughing. “No? I guess I never got around to studying vampire theory when we were in college.” You quirk an eyebrow at him, sitting silently across from you on the bed. “But apparently you did. How do you know all of this? Is my boyfriend secretly a closet nerd?”

“I-” Jungkook starts to say, and then his words falter to a stop, and as you watch, his eyes get that look again-dark and slightly wild and hungry-and his gaze falls down your face to your lips in a way that has your heart pounding against your rib cage like a trapped bird. “(Y/N), there’s something you need to know.”

“Okay-” You say, suddenly nervous, but unable to think or even wonder what he’s going to drop on you when he’s still staring at you as if he’s starving and you’re the last meal in the world.

“I-” He starts again, and your eyes follow the movement as his tongue darts out to wet his lips, leaving them red and shining, and your heart more breathless than ever. He reaches up to rake a hand through his dark, thick hair, and his movements are agitated, which doesn’t seem to fit the mood that fills the air between the two of you.

“Just don’t-” He tries again, and huffs out a frustrated sigh, meeting your gaze once more, and suddenly the tension between you is gone, his wide eyes back to normal. “Just don’t freak out, okay?”

You swallow, and your fingers start to fiddle with the blanket between the two of you, your heartbeat loud in your ears. “Okay.” You say, for the second time, in as many minutes.

You watch as Jungkook takes in a deep, steadying breath, and you prepare yourself for the words, ready to hear the words, ready to feel the cut.

He’s cheated on you. He’s breaking up with you. He’s found someone else. He’s in love with Taehyung, or Jimin, and hell, who would blame him?

“I’m a vampire.”

Your eyes, screwed shut and waiting for the bomb, come open so fast that you feel dizzy for a moment, and you’re pretty sure your jaw drops to the floor.

And then, you’re laughing, because you’re sure he’s joking.

“No, seriously, Kookie, funny joke, but what is it?” You reach out, shoving him playfully in the shoulder, relieved laughter still trickling from between your lips.

“I am serious.” Jungkook watches you laugh, confusion on his face at your reaction.

“Vampires aren’t real, babe.” You manage to straighten your face and turn to him once more, eyebrows arched curiously as you stare at him. “What are you talking about? You’re joking. Right?”

The silence grows between you after your question, and suddenly, your heart drops into your stomach.

“Wait-” You begin to say, inching away from him to the other side of the bed, because suddenly, you’re very worried that Jungkook isn’t right in the head. “You really think you’re a vampire?”

“I am a vampire.” Jungkook sighs out impatiently, reaching up to pinch his nose briefly between his thumb and forefinger, as he closes his eyes and takes in another deep breath. “(Y/N), that’s what I’m telling you. When we lost touch-”

“No.” You stand up, suddenly shaking your head, your heart still pounding, but for a different reason now. “This is crazy talk, Jungkook. You can’t be serious.”

“I am.” He stands and you square off across from each other in your small bedroom, the late afternoon sun shining onto the carpet and creating patterns in the space between you. Space that feels too far to overcome. “I’m not making this up, jagi. After college, I got into an accident and Namjoon found me and-”

“Namjoon?” You scoff out, not believing your ears, as you stare at your boyfriend incredulously. “Now you’re trying to tell me your roommates are in on this crazy bullshit too?”

“They’re not my roommates.” Jungkook replies seriously, eyes holding yours, pupils large and black. “They’re my coven. They took me in after saving my life by turning me.”

“Nope.” You pop the word past your lips and push past him toward the open door. “I’m out. You’re crazy, man.”

You hear Jungkook follow you down the hallway toward the bathroom.

“(Y/N), will you please just listen to me-”

“Get out of my apartment, Jungkook.” You shout back, reaching the safety of the bathroom,, already moving to slam the door shut on his face, but managing to get out through the shrinking crack, “Don’t come back until you’re ready to stop being insane.”

You wait to hear the door crash into the lock, the sound of the clicking doorknob sealing you into the room, the final thump of Jungkook’s feet as he walks away and leave.

But none of that happens.

Because Jungkook has blocked the door from closing with his hand, and holy shit, is he strong.

“Jungkook-” You warn, pushing against the door, as he manages to push himself inside the small bathroom with you. “Get. Out.”

“No.”

You look up at him in surprise-you’ve never heard him this serious, this firm before-and his eyes are dark, and his lips are set into a thin line, hand still holding open the partially closed door, wide shoulders filling the frame.

“What?” You gasp out, anger starting to bubble its way into your chest.

“I said no.” Jungkook repeats and takes a step toward you, backing you toward the bathtub that takes up one side of the room. “I need you to listen to me.”

“I am listening to you!” You shriek, almost hysterical, as you feel your back hit the dingy, thin fabric of the shower curtain you and Jungkook had bought together at a local secondhand store. “You’re not listening to yourself, Jungkook. Because all this talk is batshit crazy.” Your knees hit the edge of the hidden tub. “Vampires?” You stare hard at him, and he’s so close, you can smell the hint of his soap. “Accidents? Covens??”

“It’s true! All of it.” Jungkook blurts out, and his voice is frantic now, and pleading, as his eyes rove the space of the shower behind you, as if searching for a way to show you. “I’ll prove it to you!”

“How?” You exclaim sharply, tired of this game.

His doe eyes scan the room, and then he points to the shower, which you have almost entirely wedged yourself into with his forward advance, and his face brightens. “The shower.”

“What about it?” You ask, and the situation would be comical, the two of you breathing hard and jammed into your tiny bathroom, if it were any other situation. Anything but this. Still, a little bit of the humor sneaks into your next words as the start of a hysterical laugh. “Are you going to

Jungkook ignores you, reaching over your head for the handheld shower head, simultaneously using his other hand to turn on the hot water.

He holds the now running head out to you expectantly, and states quietly, firmly, as if his words should mean something to you, “Vampires can’t cross running water.”

You scoff, arms still held at your sides, and when you don’t move, your boyfriend closes the distance between you, and shoves the shower head into your hands.

“What are you-” You start to protest, already feeling the water soaking your socks and puddling on the cheap tile of the bathroom floor, but before you can finish your sentence, Jungkook is stepping toward you once more.

He reaches out a hand, and you note his fingers are trembling, which seems odd, but before you can think about it too much, his hand flattens against an invisible barrier, fingers splayed now for you to see, as he meets your gaze once more.

“That doesn’t prove anything, you could be faking.” You snap out, although suddenly, your heart has sped up in your chest, and your own hand is shaking, making the water from the shower trail crazy patterns on the floor at your feet.

You shove your own hand out toward Jungkook-a little too hard-and he winces slightly as you jab him in the face.

“Sorry.” You apologize, pulling your hand back, and study him for a moment. “Do it again.”

“Look.” Jungkook sighs, and stepping toward you once more, holds out his hand, pressing it up against the invisible glass pane, before he shifts his whole body up against the barrier. “I’m not faking, (Y/N).”

And suddenly, your breath is catching in your throat, because even through the steamy bathroom, you can see. You can see that the way his clothes fold, and the way his fingers splay, the way his hair flattens against his forehead, as if pushed against a window, is not fake.

And that means-

“Holy shit.” You breathe out, lowering the shower wand, as you stare at your boyfriend, water puddled around your feet, mouth open in shock. “You’re a vampire.”

He offers you the hint of a crooked, humorless smile. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

*******

Jungkok sighs from beside you, and turns his head to look at you, for what feels like the fifteenth time in as many minutes. “Will you stop staring at me?”

“Sorry.” You shrug, propping yourself up on your elbow, as you reach out to poke first his cheek, and then his lips. “It’s just so fascinating. Like. You’re a whole ass vampire. My boyfriend. The vampire.”

“Stop saying it like that.” Jungkook groans, throwing a hand over his eyes as you giggle in amusement. “Stop saying it like it’s my superhero name or something.”

“Fine.” You grin, reaching out to push his hand away from his eyes, before you let your fingers fall to his mouth, flipping back his lip slightly, so the start of his white teeth show, as sudden childish excitement fills your tone. “Can I see your fangs?”

“Really?” Jungkook asks with exasperation, propping himself up beside you, as he shoots you a look of slight frustration.

“Yeah!” You nod, bouncing beside him slightly on the bed. “That’s like, the biggest thing to being a vampire right? I wanna see them!”

“I mean, not the biggest thing-”Jungkook starts to grumble beneath his breath, but you’re on top of him, straddling him so your knees hug his hips, and your hands sink into the pillow beneath his head. He looks up at you, eyes wide, as if startled, and when he speaks, his voice is slightly choked. “What are you doing?”

“Do you wanna bite me, Kook?” You ask, mostly teasing, staring down at him with as mischievous look as you can muster. You don’t allow yourself to focus on how his firm body feels beneath your own. Or the fact that you’re both crammed into the space of your tiny bed, so close that you can see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes.

“No!” He blurts out, almost panicked, and you feel something like disappointment drop into your chest at his reaction, and you make a move to release him from beneath you.

But then, his fingers are encircling your wrist, stopping you from pulling away, and you’re caught off guard, as he reaches up with his free hand to caress the side of your face.

“I mean-” Jungkook speaks again, his voice barely above a murmur, and you’re pretty sure you’re having a harder time hearing him over the sound of your blood suddenly rushing in your ears. He bites his lip, teeth stark against the soft pink flesh. “I didn’t mean that. That was a lie.”

You try to force a lightness back into yoru voice, a lightness you don’t feel, with the air practically crackling with electricity between the two of you. “You’re telling me that was bullshit, Jeon?”

He nods, and you see the way his throat bobs as he swallows. “Yeah, that was bullshit.”

“Why?” You breathe out, every last inch of teasing leaving your body as that look-the look that makes you feel weak and dizzy and hot all at once-floods fully into the caramel irises of Jungkook’s eyes, turning them dark and dangerous and entirely too tempting.

“Because-” He matches your tone, words barely audible above the pounding of your heart, as his hungry eyes fall once more to your lips, and then down your throat. “I want nothing more than to taste you, (Y/N).” His chest, steady beneath your body, heaves as if he’s trying to catch his breath. “I’ve wanted nothing more since I saw you again-that day in the park. The way you smell, the way your pulse flutters beneath my touch, the way your heartbeat sounds-too loud in my ears-it all drives me insane, and I swear, I’d kill for a chance to bite you. Just once. But I-”

Jungkook shakes his head as his words trail off, and his pupils constrict a bit, enough to show a ring of color around his eyes once more.

“But what?” You ask, and your mouth feels dry, because you’re scared of what he’s going to say. You try lightness again, because you’re both struggling. “And don’t give me some Twilight bullshit, Kook, because I swear to God I’ll kill you. And then break up with you.”

He huffs out a strained laugh, mouth tight, and worried wrinkles around his eyes, and his fingers loosen slightly on your wrist, as he reaches up once more to brush some stray hairs back from your face. “Nah, like I said, most cliche vampire myths aren’t true, and definitely not the ones perpetuated by Twilight.” He sighs, and sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth. “I can control myself, I won’t hurt you, I won’t turn into an animal. One taste won’t give me an insatiable thirst for human blood. It’s nothing like that.”

“So what is it?” You ask, suddenly curious, trying to focus through the feeling of his fingers now dancing patterns on the bare skin of your side beneath your shirt.

“I-” His mouth drops open, allowing the word to start, but not finish, and he rolls his eyes, suddenly self deprecating. “It’s stupid actually.”

You stare at him, and when you don’t say anything, waiting for him to continue, he lets out another long sigh and then reaches up to rub at the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze.

“It’s just that-” He swallows again, and you find your gaze drawn to his lips, the way they move to form his words, the way they would fit perfectly around a pair of long white fangs, the way they would feel against your skin, and you’re so distracted, that you almost miss what he says next. “You’re my first.”

“What?” You ask, pure confusion lacing your tone, as you force yourself to meet his gaze once more, a gaze now awash in worry and embarrassment. “Your first what?”

“Oh god, don’t make me say it, jagi, please.” Jungkook groans out, reaching up to swipe at his eyes with his hand, as a blush paints the tan skin of his cheeks. “You’re my first......bite.”

“Really?” The word of astonishment pops out before you can stop it, and the pink on your boyfriend’s cheeks darkens beneath the cover of his hand. You clear your throat, composing yourself, and reaching out to remove his hand, try a different angle. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so surprised. It’s just-” You think hard about your words for a moment before continuing. “Haven’t you been hungry?”

“Can we not talk about details?” Jungkook pleads, putting a palm over your mouth, as if he physically doesn’t want you to ask questions. “The hyungs kept me fed. I’m fine.”

“Okay.” You drawl out from behind his hand, and he must feel the smile starting against his skin, because he pulls away from you, but you stop him by pinning him beneath your body, as you hold his gaze. “Fine. So let’s not talk then.”

Your eyes follow the bob of Jungkook’s throat as he takes in the full meaning of your words, and behind the slight uncertainty that flashes across his eyes, you see something else.

The desire.

You lean down, and your lips are almost brushing when you speak again, and the heat in Jungkook’s eyes, alighting the gold specks, is causing coils of anticipation in your core.

“Do you want to bite me, Kook?” You ask once more, completely serious this time.

His tongue licks across his lips, and the warmth of his breath washes across your face, as his eyes fall to your mouth, barely centimetres from his own.

He nods. “Yes.”

“So stop thinking-” You let your fingers run up the skin beneath his shirt, and he tenses beneath you as your lips find his between each of your words. “And just do what comes naturally.”

You run your lips across the corner of his mouth, and arch your body into his, angling the juncture of your throat beneath your jaw so that it brushes across his lips and the tip of his nose.

Jungkook lets a groan slip from between his parted lips, and his fingers find purchase at your hips, breath hot on your skin, teeth grazing your throat as he murmurs against you, “Shit, your heartbeat is so loud.” A hint of teasing seeps into his next words, though he’s slightly breathless. “Is that for me?”

“I mean-” You pant out, having to choke back a moan, your words stuttering to a stop for a slight moment, as Jungkook sucks open mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. “If you want it.”

“I do.” Jungkook’s voice is low now, a growl, and you start slightly as you feel a sharp prick against the flesh of your throat, at the juncture of your jawline.

“Are those-” You start to ask, and move as if to pull away, the sudden heat of the moment suddenly taking a backseat to your burning curiosity.

Jungkook groans, and not in pleasure this time, as he stops you from moving away from him and when he speaks, his voice is full of exasperation, lips still brushing the skin of your neck, and though you can’t see his expressions, you can practically imagine him rolling his eyes. “Please don’t tell me you’re tying to see them. Not right now.”

You hide a grin. “Okay. Sorry.”

“Now.” Jungkook’s fingers curl around your chin, and he makes you meet his gaze, irises almost completely swallowed up in the black of his pupils, as he tilts your head slightly to the side, fingers stroking over the fluttering pulse point beneath your jaw. “I believe you said this was for me?”

You feel breathless, and lightheaded, and the way he’s looking at you is making it hard for you to think again and all you manage to get out is a dumb sounding, half affirmation in response, “Mmmhmm.”

He smirks at you, and his fingers play along the crease of your collarbone, tracing the outline of the hollow at the base of your throat. “Remember, this is my first time, so be patient with me, yeah?”

“This is my first time.” You quip back, though you don’t sound fierce, you sound breathless. “So be gentle.”

“You know what they say.” Jungkook grins now, and you finally, finally get a look at the coveted fangs as they flash blindingly white in his mouth, and dammit all, if they don’t make him even more sexy. “Practice makes perfect.”

Damn Jeon Jungkook. Damn Vampire Jeon Jungkook

*****

“Hey, it’s Kookie!”

Taehyung crows the greeting as soon as the two of you walk through the door of the penthouse, and flinging his arms around the two of you, envelopes you both in a bear hug.

“Glad you guys could make it. Life has been so boring since you moved out.” Taehyung continues on, dragging the two of you behind him toward the dining room as he talks incessantly over his shoulder, as if he’s been starved for conversation. “You guys down for dinner and drinks and games?”

You glance at Jungkook, and he shrugs in response. “Yeah, hyung, sounds fund We don’t have plans.”

“Wait.”

Taehyung stops dead in the entrance to the dining room and whirls to face the two of you, eyes narrowed, as he looks you both over suspiciously. “something’s different here.”

Jungkook instantly stiffens beside you, and you feel his fingers curl nervously against your palm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about hyung-”

“WAIT.” Taehyung leaps toward you, making you step back nervously, as his fingers find your chin and wrench your head to the side. “Aha! I knew it!”

You know exactly what he’s looking at.

The almost healed puncture wounds that dot the side of your throat.

Courtesy of one Jeon Jungkook.

“Hyung.” Jungkook whines, as if begging his older friend to remain quiet in the matter, a blush already darkening his cheek at what’s coming.

“I KNEW YOU TWO DID IT.” Taehyung pats your cheek a little bit too hard in his excitement, before crushing Jungkook to him with a few hearty slaps on the back. “Congrats!”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at you over his friend’s shoulder, and you stifle a laugh, because no matter how much Taehyung embarrasses him, you know he means well.

Taehyung releases Jungkook and turns back to you. “Told you he was into biting.” He winks at you slyly, a smirk lighting up his handsome features.

“Hyung.” Jungkook’s voice has risen an octave, and his cheeks are on fire.

“You know-” Taehyung motions over his shoulder at Jimin, who has now joined you in the doorway, come to see what the hold up is. “We’re into biting too.” He shoots you a completely wicked grin. “Let us know if you ever wanna join us.”

“Taehyung. That’s enough.”

Namjoon’s voice thunders from the dining room beyond, and Taehyung, barely phased, rolls his eyes at you, before he turns and slings an arm around Jimin’s shoulders to enter the dining room.

But not before giving you one last conspiratorial wink.

“You’re not really considering that, are you?” Jungkook hisses beneath his breath as you start to enter the dining room behind the other men.

You shrug, hiding your smile. “Who knows?” At the look of panic that crosses his face, you laugh, reaching out to tap the end of his nose with your finger, before leaning in to kiss him. “Just kidding. But I am into biting too, you know.” You shoot him a suggestive grin.

Jungkook rolls his eyes and pinches the back of your hand where it rests in his, making you laugh once more as you take your seats at the table.

“Just promise me two things-you’ll only ever be into biting with me." He points to himself, a slight smile starting to lift the corners of his lips. “Because another vampire myth that I forgot to mention that isn’t bullshit is that we’re insanely jealous.” He ticks another finger at you, and now he’s grinning in that way you love, with his nose scrunched and his eyes turning into half moons. “And, number two, you’ll never use the shower head as a weapon when I’ve done something to upset you.”

You squeeze his hand where it rests under the table. “Promise.”

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chalkrevelations · 3 years ago

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OK, y’all, I’m back, finally, with Word of Honor Episode 8, and I have … a LOT of notes on this one. I’m trying to figure out how to organize this. Buckle up, I guess, because this is kind of a long one.

First of all, the usual warning: SPOILERS. This is a re-watch, so there are spoilers not only for this episode, but for the entire show. Scroll away and come back later if you want to watch all 36.5 eps unspoiled.

So, this is an ep that’s really good to me, because the found-family dynamic is one of the things that sold me on the show, and a ton of the ensemble work that builds and enriches that dynamic is centered on scenes about food and eating together, on literally nourishing the body(ies) of the family, from A-Xiang’s repeated instances of cooking bread on a stick over a fire, to fish soup with Ye Baiyi, to Wen Kexing’s elaborate New Year’s meal, and all the various and sundry restaurant sit-downs in between. Feeding each other and eating together is how these characters form bonds. Alternately, inability to provide sustenance or rejection of food implies distance. The point at which Zhou Zishu is still denying Chengling’s request to become his disciple, he’s unable to cook a fish properly for the poor kid to eat. Cao Weining falls in love at first sight and immediately buys A-Xiang not one, but two dinners, because the first one gets cold and he’s going to spend the rest of his life providing the best (emotional) nourishment he can for her. Paying for Ye Bayi’s meal earns a favor from him. When A-Xiang is separated from Wen Kexing and Zhang Chengling and Zhou Zishu, she eats up the little corn family she sees as representative of them, as if she can keep them with her by taking the food that represents them into herself. Despite the fact that Zhou Zishu is losing his sense of taste (evidenced by his ability to suck down wine that any and everyone else spits out in disgust), he continues to fully participate in meals, sharing food and both accepting and providing choice bits to Chengling and WKX at Siji Manor, in a scene that is possibly the most heartfelt domestic bit of the show. Rejecting (dramatically so) the table that’s been set for him by Prince Jin is symbolic of Zhou Zishu’s rejection of their relationship. And as we ultimately learn from Ye Baiyi’s storyline, eating is what makes us human, with all of our messy, painful, gorgeous connections to the world, in contrast to the icy seclusion of immortality. Which makes me feel some kind of way about the facts that WKX started out by burning A-Xiang’s mouth on too-hot porridge before he learned how to take care of her and was saved by her in Ghost Valley and that A-Xiang and WKX, who are both trying to find their way back to the human world from the world of ghosts, become the primary physical nourishers in their relationships with Cao Weining, Zhang Chengling, and Zhou Zishu. It also makes me feel some kind of other (ambivalent) way that part and parcel of the immortality Ye Baiyi achieves for a time and passes on is predicated on being willing to only eat and drink ice and snow, and the symbolic ways that separates you from the rest of the world and from forming the various connections we see forged through food.

All of which is to say that I’m delighted by this ep, where one of the first scenes is an extremely awkward dinner scene at the restaurant with ZZS, WKX, A-Xiang and Cao Weining, which not only plays into a lot of that, but is also comedy gold, and possibly one of the best scenes of the ep (and I say that knowing we’re eventually going to be getting to Han Ying, My Beloved). It’s hilarious how irritated WKX is by the mere fact of Cao Weining’s existence (JunJun, your little pouty face, it’s amazing). And it is triply hilarious how much of a whole-ass troll ZZS manages to be when he realizes the opportunity this presents. I’m not sure we’ve seen ZZS this cheerful … well, yet, at this point in the show, as when he’s just realized how much WKX clearly disapproves of this character who’s after his baby girl and how much of a chance this provides to fuck with WKX. It’s such an asshole move, but at the same time, it’s so weirdly charming to see him willing to play like this. It gives us a great character grace note right in the middle of the comedy - it’s the sort of teasing we see from him with Jiuxiao over the hairpin in Ep 1, and at the same time, it’s also kind of subtle, I think, in the way it calls back to almost the entire ZZS-WKX relationship up to this point. ZZS has clearly been paying attention – almost everything he says to Cao Weining is him giving up with both hands stuff that WKX has had to pry out of him with a crowbar. And it’s blazingly obvious that it’s deliberate. When he compliments CWN, ZZS comments that “it’s our fate to meet each other,” directly echoing what WKX said to ZZS in Ep 2. He waves off the price of dinner, telling CWN that “money is just a possession” after making WKX beg for his wallet and deploy the Sadness Eyebrows before he was willing to hand it over in the last ep. He immediately volunteers his name (or, at least, the name he’s using, Zhou Xu), and asks CWN’s in return. He waxes eloquent about CWN’s sect and background. WKX’s entire face journey through all of this is a delight to watch. ZZS repeats that it’s their fate to meet, and WKX’s eyes almost roll out of his head. ZZS invites CWN to sit and have a drink together, and WKX’s mouth literally drops open. Finally, when WKX learns that A-Xiang is not going to make this interloper go away because he’s her ticket into Yueyang sect, he orders her to go find his wallet (presumably knowing that CWN will follow her when she leaves). As CWN leaves, ZZS reassures him that making friends is “mostly about resonance,” and the implication I presume, is that there is resonance between ZZS and CWN (and yeah, in more ways than one, as CWN will be the ZZS stand-in as these two relationships grow more and more parallel), in contrast to a supposed lack of resonance between ZZS and WKX. I … am not entirely sure that this is just to fuck with WKX, although it’s definitely part and parcel of that, or if it’s a little bit of ZZS trying to convince himself, particularly given a moment later in the ep, which I’ll get to later. In which case, sure, A-Xu. You keep telling yourself that. You didn’t get off at ALL on him staring at you like you’re the most gorgeous thing on earth. Uh-huh.

Outside, A-Xiang and CWN have a little foodie moment together, and if there ever was a fandom that needed a food-truck AU, it’s this one. I’m SO glad that after A-Xiang and Cao-dage got married, they settled down together and opened that little restaurant just down the mountain from Siji Manor. (Shut. Up.) Meanwhile, ZZS and WKX continue to drink inside, now that they’ve gotten rid of the kids. They discuss Mo Huaiyang (:spits:), with ZZS calling him a “cunning old fox” and wondering what a big rabbit like CWN is doing in his den (owowowoOW). WKX promises to get A-Xiang to check on ZZS’s disciple inside Yueyang Sect – he kind of emphasizes that your disciple bit, like he doesn’t really care at all what happens to Chengling, nuh-uh. OK, my dude, you keep telling yourself that, I guess. There’s yet another discussion about Philanthropist Wen’s real motives, which he claims are to empty out hell, which is metaphorically taken to mean saving the damned, although he probably literally means razing Ghost Valley and maybe the jianghu along with it, as he warns ZZS once again that “the fiercest ghosts tend to disguise themselves as human.” And because everything has a triple meaning in this show, this also, again, is also, again, a warning about himself – that he may look human, but he’s not, really.

Meanwhile, Chengling’s been delivered to Gao Chong at Yueyang Sect, where he’s undergoing the worst kind of family bonding. We learn where ShenShen gets his sparkling way with people, when Gao Chong’s first move is to frown at Chengling, feel his biceps and want to know if he’s sick, because he’s such a weakling. We also see where ShenShen gets the yelling and threats of violence. Both Gao Chong and ShenShen put the press on Chengling for the Glazed Armor, as he continues to insist he doesn’t remember anything about it, while Zhao Jing continues to be the “reasonable” one, tearfully telling Gao Chong to be nicer to the traumatized orphan for the sake of his father, oh, oops, I didn’t mean to remind Da-ge of the estrangement with Mirror Lake that’s mentally torturing him now and make him so emotional that this conversation gets cut short, no really, that was not my intention at all, my bad. Sure, buddy. Anyway, this gives us confirmation that Zhang Yusen hadn’t been interacting with his Five Lakes brothers for a while before Mirror Lake was targeted. But never mind that, you can trust us, Gao Chong tells Chengling, and follows up by asking him: Besides us, who can you trust? Which does not actually sound that trustworthy, my guy, and I begin to suspect that Five Lakes Alliance is running things because you’re the biggest bullies, as not a single one of you seems to know how to be the least bit politic. Except for Awful Yifu, who’s not so much adept at politics as at skullduggery. ANYWAY, when asked who he can trust, we can see Chengling thinking “MY NEW DADS” like it’s lit up in neon over his head. We also see him continue to press or clutch the place on his abdomen where we previously saw his injury, so that’s still bothering him, and I can’t imagine why it might do that any time he has to argue with one of these Five Lakes assholes about the Glazed Armor, amirite? I do also notice, though, that he calls both Gao Chong and Zhao Jing “bobo,” which I think is a more familial term for uncle? as opposed to “shishu” for ShenShen, which is martial, and I’m not sure exactly what distinction he’s driving home by doing so, but there you go. Chengling is sent away to rest, and on leaving the hall he immediately gets bullied by Xie Wuyang, one of Zhao Jing’s undercover Yueyang twinks, before being rescued by Gao Xiaolian, daughter of Gao Chong. She takes him to his new room, which faces right onto the training grounds, because no one’s told him yet how much he needs to build himself up, right? And we get to see a bunch of little Yueyang shits who acted like good boys and promised Xiaolian to her face that they would train with Chengling but who then immediately turn around and start mocking him as soon as she goes away, so WKX’s assessment of how the jianghu is full of assholes continues to look kind of correct. What is Cao Weining doing in this whole hive of scum and villainy?

We get a brief detour here to go with Xiaolian to meet Cao Weining and A-Xiang, and she agrees to let A-Xiang stay with her, before a disciple comes to get her to help set up for taking Chengling to worship at the Five Lakes Alliance memorial. Xiaolian helpfully lets us know that this is weird, because it’s going to be dark soon. A-Xiang sneaks away and informs WKX and ZZS that this is weird, because it’s going to be dark soon. ZZS and WKX also spot some of the Tian Chuang Action Lanterns and surmise that some “feudal lords” seen outside the city are up to no good, so they go and skulk in the bushes along the road to the Five Lakes Alliance monument.

This is getting super-long, so I’m going to get right to the next important part, which is the bit where Han Ying (My Beloved) and his Tian Chuang forces have laid a trap for Gao Chong and Chengling on the way back from the monument, and they try to kidnap Chengling. Han Ying continues to be cold, haughty, and capable at his job right up to the moment when ZZS jumps out of the bushes to foil the kidnapping with his signature Swiftly Moving Steps and a frankly ridiculous bit of gauzy fabric tied around the bottom half of his face as a disguise. Han Ying’s instant change of demeanor is something to behold – he can’t even notice that WKX has him by the throat around the hearts in his eyes as he recognizes ZZS. Which, let’s face it, he ought to, because ZZS spent a decade and a half running around with all of these guys with the bottom half of his face covered, so you’d think more of them would recognize him, but apparently the Cover Girl bangs throw them off. Anyway, WKX grabs Han Ying and they use him as a hostage to get Tian Chuang to release Gao Chong, Chengling and a bunch of Yueyang disciples. Once everyone else is gone, WKX and ZZS drag Han Ying into the bushes, where he hits his knees ten times faster than WKX has yet for ZZS, so maybe it’s WKX’s own fault that he’s left standing around, ignored and vinegary. Han Ying is back to the puppy-dog he was around ZZS in Ep 1, and interestingly, the way Zhang Zhehan is styled here makes ZZS look more severe than he has in a while – he’s got a lot of his hair up in the high pony that looks a bit like the topknot from the front, all the rest of his hair is back behind his shoulders, and his bangs are pushed back out of his face more than usual, making him look more like his Tian Chuang self as he talks to Han Ying. Who he calls Ying’er, and omg, fuck you subtitles, for not including this because HE CALLS HIM YING’ER AND I’M DYING. (Also, oh god, I just realized that the Ying of his name is the same character as “hero.” Which, just, the simple fact of it, of course, but also it was used in the “hero saving the beauty/beauty saving the hero” (overdubbed) lip-read from Ep 6, and now I’m dying on the floor, because that’s kind of a weird little link between Zhen Yan WKX and Han Ying already. It’s likely coincidence, but it’s potentially USEFUL, yes, all my fic writers out there?) Anyway, Han Ying is desperately worried - he knows something’s wrong, because ZZS isn’t bothering to disguise himself with that awful fake face anymore to keep himself safe from Prince Jin’s spies, and also, HOW IS YOUR INJURY, MY LORD? (DO YOU NEED SOMEONE TO TAKE TENDER CARE OF YOU?) WKX continues to look vaguely uncomfortable about this whole thing that’s going on right in front of his salad. Han Ying swears he’ll do anything for ZZS. WKX clears his throat loudly to draw attention and suggestively asks if he should leave for a while. (I am not shitposting here, this actually, literally happens.) ZSS literally huffs in annoyance and ignores him. He tells Han Ying that he saw signs of Tian Chuang at Yueyang and thought they were after him. We can see Han Ying thinking, “No, if I’d known you were here, you’d have found me on my knees by your bedside waiting patiently like a good boy.” We learn that Duang Pengju (that asshole) has had Han Ying looking for the Glazed Armor since the Mirror Lake massacre, probably to take credit for anything he finds. Han Ying reiterates that he’ll do anything for ZZS, and ZZS tells him to stay out of all this, saying that what Han Ying can do for him is stay alive (well, OW).

After this, we get a scene of ZZS and WKX still hanging around by the side of the road after dark. ZZS sincerely thanks WKX for his help, and says he owes WKX a favor. WKX asks him what’s really going on with ZZS and Chengling. ZZS says that he couldn’t stand around and do nothing while this kid was in danger, likely stirring some Zhen Yan feels in WKX that we don’t officially know about yet, at this point. ZZS asks WKX, again, about his Weird Thing about the Five Lakes Alliance and whether it was a coincidence that WKX was at Mirror Lake for the massacre. WKX goes vaguely Ghost Valley Master wild-eyed and says of course not! before laughing and saying, “I followed you, remember?” He gets friend-zoned and follows up by asking ZZS, “Why don’t you ask what I think of you?” ZZS – pretty unconvincingly, tbqh – says he doesn’t care and stomps off, leaving WKX to stare after him soulfully and call him zhiji. Much like that resonance thing earlier - you keep telling yourself that, A-Xu. The next time we see them, they’re at the marketplace, probably the next day, and you remember that thing I said about bonding via food? We’ve come back full circle to that, too. Zhen Yan WKX is 7 years old again, he wants some reassurance that he is ZZS’s super-special friend, and he works his way through the marketplace making ZZS buy him every sweet thing to eat that he can find. Every time ZZS has to pull out his wallet, he makes this pissy little face, but he keeps paying. ZZS is hopeless at cooking, but if you can’t make your own, store-bought will do, WKX is craving reassurance, and as uncomfortable as ZZS is with how close WKX has gotten at this point, he continues to provide it. I also want to point out another censorship dub here, thanks again to AvenueX on Youtube: As they’re figting over the way WKX is spending ZZS’s money in this scene, when WKX tries to grab ZZS’s hand, and ZZS is all ‘”Don’t touch me,” the voice dubbing has WKX say that repaying ZZS is no big deal, he’ll just let ZZS order him around, with ZZS’s response being to tell him to get lost, then. OTOH, lip-read gives us, from WKX, that it’s no big deal, he’ll sell the rest of his life to ZZS, with ZZS’s response as a threat to sell him to a brothel, then. :hands:

Quick wrap-up from there: They go watch some exotic dancers, only there turns out to be an unexpected pile of heads in the follow-up magician’s act, which turn out to be from the guys who were in the “bridal party” at the Ghost Valley “wedding” a few eps ago, and everyone swears vengeance against the Ghost Valley. WKX and ZZS go to visit Chengling, who is supposedly sick and can’t see them, but they get introduced to Gao Chong. Gao Chong and WKX are weird at each other, and ZZS is increasingly suspicious. He’s got his thinky face on, and we don’t get any literally pokey fingers, but I can’t help but think there are some mental pokey fingers going on, as he turns over all the info he knows in his head. Then some Yueyang disciple comes shrieking in about a dead body, omg, death, destruction, death, and Gao Chong is all, Seriously? In front of guests? before we’re out.

#zhou zishu #wen kexing #gu xiang #zhang chengling #cao weining #han ying #gao chong #shen shen #zhao jing #gao xiaolian #something something food as bonding #word of honor #word of honor episode reax

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magnumdays · 4 years ago

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Magnum PI 3x12 - Dark Harvest review

So this week the whole episode was all around wholesome and Magnum-y. We got a veteran solider lady with a missing dog, Magnum/Higgins on the case, tiny bit of Higgy backstory reveal with the lads, TC/Jin/Rick team up that had to thaw even the coldest of hearts and of course Miggy saves the day and the doggie is alright.

I for some reason feel the need point out how much I dislike the title of this episode. Mostly because I think they've been pretty good this season and I don't like this one. I do get it; organ harvesting = Dark Harvest (also the reap what you sow connection to harvest with the helping Magnum coming back to haunt TC but then it's the guy fake suing that loses out because he was lying.) IDK, it makes sense and sound cool but I'm not loving it and to me it's not quite right for this episode.

Honestly I don't have that much to say other than I plain old enjoyed this one. Nothing overly Miggy about it but we did get them being awesome partners and friends and I love that to so I'm not complaining.

The bit with them gloating about saving the day to Gordon was amazing!

And the end where Magnum toasts the lads...

Seriously? Is there not a rule against being too adorable?

I love it though and I mean we got two seconds of them smiling and looking at each other and I'm back on my "yup there it is, this is why I need them to smooch" train and grinning like a fool.

(I mean for reals, I think this scene is so freaking telling and like come on, they have to be writing this like Magnum has feels for Higgins because why else would you toast a girl's dogs? Dogs you don't even like! That is a little odd Magnum, even if the case was very doggie focused...)

Upon occasion Jin can be a bit hit or miss, even when I really enjoy him, sometimes his plot and relevance to an episode have felt questionable, but in this one he just fit seamlessly. So that was nice.

Over all I just felt thoroughly entertained watching this one. There was nothing super exciting or spectacular about it but it was enough of everything I want in an episode (plus no Ethan! yay!) to keep me really happy.

My only complaints are - Magnum kind of taking responsibility (or at least kind of seeing him asking favors for TC could be a problem), is brought up again. Only he don't have to actually do anything for the problem to go away. So I'm not sure what the moral of the story here is but either have something real bad happen because Magnum is always asking for favors and have him start to think twice about asking for favors in the future or maybe have Rick/TC be less complain-y about it? IDK, just a thought.

And another thing I didn't like as much; Getting Juliet backstory for the lads.

Not because of the story itself, I think Juliet making friends with a random old guy is like something she'd do. (But why is everyone from Juliet's past dead!?! No wonder the girl has some issues). But both her talking about the lads and Nina (the client girl) talking about Addy (Addie?) felt a little... awkward. Like not how you actually talk about a dog, make small talk or would talk in the situations they were in. Or so I felt.

But maybe I'm knit picking? Something about it just felt a little off, if it was dialogue or the situation or whatever I don't know. The "I need my dog to be okay" highlights such an important issue and how great animals - dogs in particular - are to help you get through stuff, I just wish it would have felt a little bit more natural.

I did love the fact that Magnum is all "this difficult time you went through, that was before we met, right?" (right, right? you haven't been sad while I was here and I missed it? should I get a free Hugs for Higgy shirt so you know I'm here for you when you need me?) and that she actually talks about it both to him and Kumu! Opening up little bit there Jules! Good for you!

Final random note: for some reason I'd really would have liked Giles and Nina to have met. Like imagine them hitting it off! They'd have like one of the best "how we met" stories ever to tell their kids! (I know, I'm weird, that's where my brain went.)

NEXT WEEK IS THE BABY EPISODE! I REPEAT NEXT WEEK IS THE BABY EPISODE!! JAY HOLDING A BABY! MY OVARIES MIGHT EXPLODE BUT I CAN'T WAIT!

#Magnum PI #Miggy #Thomas Magnum #magnum x higgins #my reviews #Magnum pi 3.12 #Oh my how is there only 4 ep. left this season?#dogs are fantastic

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sophiawithnopales · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Reader

fluff, imagine, what could have been, femenine reader,

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• ⌜ ✧Heavenly✧ﾟ. °⌟ •

and you were there, somehow letting that big pain go away and thinking about what the hell was going on, a few moments ago you were dying in a titans mouth after you got eated but the only thing you could think about while you were traveling in a white, peaceful and comfortable light was "where am I going?".

At this moment you had already lost your entire squad: beginning with Marco a few years ago inside the walls and ending with Mikasa and Armin trying to protect Eren (who by the way was killed a moment after you passed away); Jean, your biggest and only hope in life, the light of your eyes but also the man you were gonna marry after an entire life of being meeting each other, died a month ago with Connie when they were fighting with their best in the middle of the war, Sasha your best friend, received a shoot and you can remember that painful day so good as if it was a recent memory, Mikasa and Armin were tragically shot more than 7 times, Historia died in the middle of her birth and you can still remember how caotic everything got after be losing our queen, Reiner, Bertholdt and Annie even if that was hard to believe to everybody else died trying to avoid Levi's and Hange's deaths, Erwin was crushed by a rock, Ymir, Marco and Hange died in a titans stomach and Levi.... he fought until he could and then passed away... everything so tragic and fast... so dark but never enough for this cruel life.

Mikasa and Armin, sadly but true, arrived a moments before to their destiny.

"Who's over there?" A familiar voice sounded on Mikasa and Armin's ears

"Calm down Levi"

"L-levi? E-Erwin?"

"Huh? Armin...? OH MY GOD ARMIN IS HERE.... AND HE IS WITH MIKASA..." Annie shouted and for the first time in a long long long time she smiled when she saw the short blonde boy

"What the heck is this? Where we are Armin?" Mikasa took Armin's hand and hugged his shoulder, she looked shocked and scared, something that Armin never thought he would be able to see.

"Is okay Ackerman, you are safe... you just don't need to fight no more" Erwin said in a tone that sounded so warm and after that he got closer to them and gave them a big welcome hug that just felt so good, so comfortable, so much as a sense of family, like a father who hugs his kids in a rainy and dark night and there, Mikasa understood everything, indeed... they were safe.

"Come on guys, come and have some fun with us, we were just playing here in the beach..." Hange said so happy and when Erwin ended the hug, Armin tried to focus his view in the others and scratched his eyes trying to convince him that it was not a beautiful dream

"What's up boy? You think we are not real, aren't you?" Ymir asked in a funny tone

"Yeeeeessss, please tell me that I'm not dreaming one of the happiest dreams in my life..."

"Indeed Armin, welcome to the heaven" Sasha said in a weird voice making a funny hand gesture with Connie when she arrived to the word "heaven".

"How have you been? What happened down there? What happened with Eren? Do you know what happened with y/n? We won? Our deaths really worth it?"

"Hey Jean.... relax... give them a minute to try to understand what is going on"

"I'm sorry Marco but they were the last ones who actually saw her and I wanna know how's my girl..."

"Isn't that enough with be trying to protect her as much as you can when you have permission to go down?"

"S-shut up Rein-"

"We lost the war Jean" Mikasa said in a sad tone giving the group her back looking at the edge of the "heaven" and continued "W-we....we died trying to protect Eren but when we lost him because we got distracted somebody shot us several times until we passed away"

Armin exhaled heavily and sitted in the sand.

"The last thing we knew about y/n was that she was lidering Jean's squad and she got trapped by a titans hand.... we don't know exactly if she survived but I heard when one of her soldiers said that she got an arm and a leg broken and we exactly heard when the titan crushed her until her ribs got broken too so..." Mikasa turned around and began to walk to Jean's place "I-I'm sorry Jean" She didn't said anything else and just gave him a big hug while she started crying, Jean was nothing else than pain and tears because he wasn't able to imagine the girl he loved the most be suffering that bad...

On the middle of that sad moment Jean noticed a familiar smell, he didn't knew if he was getting insane or something but he could swear that it was his lovers perfume or that familiar smell she used to had always and made him go crazy each time they were together...

"Thank you for being protecting her all this time guys."

After being listening to the last voice of a soldier that you couldn't recognize begging you to still fighting inside the titans mouth you stopped hearing everything and now there was only one hugging silence mixed with a warm weather and a pretty bright light that was letting you blind but at the same time was throwing away all the pain and the concern,,,, you were crying thinking about how miserable and sad your life was but tons of memories ran away in your mind trying to convince you to just concentrate on the happy moments like when you met Jean for the first time and even if his name was pronounced as "Jan" you loved to annoyed him and call him instead "Jin" or when you were 17 and tried to organize a small night party inside the walls to try to get relaxed and forget about all the problems outside and as the guys were dancing and laughing and talking you were just dancing a slow and pretty song under the moon and stars shine with Jean when he asked you to be his girl and you proudly said yes; the moments you spent with Mikasa, Sasha, Historia and Ymir doing your stuff, the day you saw Armin's face watching the sea for the first time or the days you loved to be with Sasha, Connie and Jean making fun of yourselves and doing crazy shits, the day before Jean's death when in front of the sea he tried his hardest to make you feel happy and he proposed you to marry him with his mother's ring after the war gets finished without be knowing that that night would be the last one you would be spending together, the last one you would be feeling him inside you , filling you up at the only way he knew.... but when you heard that first sound of a wave crushing with a rock and more water and a couple of laughs and happy shouts like "Sash... look behind" "Agggggh Ymir stop carrying me!!" "Erwiiiiiin, Liiiiiivai... look at the stars" a weird sensation ran over your body and you asked again

"Where am I?"

"Who's coming there Marco? What was that sound?" Jean said while he was looking at Marco and grabbing the ball in his hands

"JEAN LOOK.... WHO'S HERE??" Marco said running to your position helping you to stand up and trying to help you understand what was going on.

Just like 5 minutes after Eren appeared by your side but he didn't looked hurted or in pain anymore, he didn't looked tired and he was with that young image you could remember perfectly of him, not a long long hair and a weird moustache, just that long enough hair tied in a messy bun and a relaxed face, he was layed in the... sand?? and then "EREH" Mikasa run with Armin to try to help him

"Hey smol y/n... you missed me?"

"M-Marco?? Holy shit... I- I just-"

"Quiet girl, I know this can be a little bit messy the first moments but look who's here.... we are all together after so many years honey"

Jean was standing in the same place he was with the ball in his hands, crying in silence.... happy because you were here but sad because you passed through hard things to arrive there

"Where am I? What are you doing here? A-am I dead?"

"I know it can be hard smol girl but yes... we are all dead-" Marco was interrupted

"You are in the heaven" and then Sasha and Connie made the same gestures they made with Mikasa and Armin

"Where's Jean?" you took Marco's hand to stand up and shaked thesand that was on the pretty white dress you were wearing

"Ow yes... he is over there" that was definitel an answer you were not expecting to receive and when Marco pointed at the specific direction and Connie move aside you saw him as the same way you remembered... pretty light brown eyes, messy light brown mullet, perfect nose, kissable lips, greek god body and beautiful voice

"Jean...? oh mY LORD JEAN" and you started crying immediately while you where trying to run to his place

"y-y/n" he started crying too and left the ball fall in the sand, he opened his arms and waited until you arrived to give you the best hug you could ever ask "Y-you are here, holy shit you are here and you are fine" he couldn't believe that and while he was speaking he was grabbing your head with his both hands "You are finally here babe"

"Yes my love, I'm here finally"

And he gave you another big hug "You made a good work, I'm your fan number one princess... you were just so brave and you face all that by your own..."

"What are you talking about Jin?"

"Mikasa and Armin told us everything you made down there alone, I'm sorry I couldn't stay with you but I never asked to be killed by somebody that I did even kne-"

You were crying yet and you grabbed his head with your hands looking at his face just to kiss him and holy shit, you really needed to kiss him after one month and 5 days of being losing him

"I missed you y/n, I missed you so much" he put his forehead with yours and grab both sides of your head with his hands

"I missed you too Jeanbo"

"Please promise me this time that we won't leave each other alone again..."

"I just wanna stay here in this heavenly place with you till the end of times"

And then all of your group walked with the rest... all of them were there... Nanaba, Mike, Petra, Hannes, Moblit, Thomas, Hitch, Lynnes... all of them were there safe and happy and you refused to spent the night and maybe the rest of your existance in that heavenly world that looked as a beautiful and magestical floating island in the middle of the hope and peace.

Omg, I'm sorry for the bad spelling but I'm not a native English speaker and I really really tried to make my best writing in this language.

Also is the first time I write a history like this with them and in here, I'm kinda knew and I really don't know how to make this good.

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vlads-yuka · 4 years ago

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A few Ikepri suitor theories (hc?)

So just earlier (not really anymore, since this took me a few d a y s) I was talking on discord about who among the suitors would be which type (the mom, yandere, tsundere etc) and since I wrote such a long thing about Rio, I thought I could try to do the same for the others 👉👈

I base my assumptions on translations I found of canon content (as of June 7th) as well as my own understanding of Japanese (I might be wrong about things that I claim canon, so if I do please tell me).

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Leon

So it's pretty obvious that Leon is the Ore-sama type basic black haired first guy. I honestly don't have much to say about him, his animal is the Lion, often labeled as the king of animals (how funny haha) so he's going to be very proud and probably use MC just to do his thing and that's it. It's likely he treats MC unfairly and grants you a few misogynistic comments about how useless you are if not to allow him the throne. Eventually, he'll fall in love and become at first awkward af and then probably really sweet and somewhat protective (he has a goal to achieve and his pride won't allow him to let you be hurt in front of him). He'll have some kind of sexy scene when feelings are returned and single handedly resolve whatever drama happens while swearing to protect you and make you happy once everything is over.

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Yves

Yves is really awkward. He tries to act tough like he doesn't give a damn but that's to hide that he's too clumsy to say things honestly (unless it comes to Licht). Pretending to be a tsundere, maybe his lack of luck will also come with the fact that being a bitch to everyone draws them away from you, and he's probably scared of hurting the people he cares about with his harsh words, but that's his only way to hide his "weak" self. He actually doesn't feel comfortable with a lot of people so he doesn't bother opening up. He's dense as fuck and doesn't realize that Licht DOESN'T CARE. Once you try hard enough and keep on being nice to him even though he'd expect you to hate him by now, he'll be so thrown off guard that you'll get to see his adorable stuttering messy self. He'll probably threaten you to not spill what you know about this part of him. He'll gradually sweeten and allow himself to touch more MC and he probably has the cutest laugh once he fully opens up. He's not really clingy unless he's sleeping with MC (you're not getting out of the hug until he says so) and will act selfishly from time to time because suddenly he wants a hug but doesn't want to do it in front of everyone. Note that his earring will be an important part of his past and since there's only one of it, it's either that the other is somewhere else or it's originally not an earring and was something else belonging to someone dear to him. He might break/lose it at some point in his route (since he's unlucky). After MC help him trying to fix/find it for his sake he'll grow soft and tell her how she makes him happier than ever by being her lover and he doesn't need it anymore if he has you, thanking you to have let him love you (I'm thinking about that one adorable cg in the trailer where you can't see his earring and I can't tell if it's just hidden or not) and he'll find/have it fixed soon after. He'll probably tell you that being by your side makes him feel better because he's so lucky to have you that it's almost like his usual rotten luck is meaningless (or at least that's what he'll think if he's too embarrassed to say it). He probably needs to be praised (not exaggerated or he'll sulk thinking you're making fun of him) and he'll blush into an adorable mess.

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Licht

Licht is that one suitor who thinks he doesn't need anyone (and no one needs or wants him). He's super love deprived and will say mean stuff like he's too cool for you (it's canon he's a kuudere and misanthropist) and sincerely doesn't want to have to do anything with anyone. He's the definition of a lone wolf (funny innit) and will be cold, interested and mean with MC for a good part of the beginning of his route. Now this could go two ways. Either Nokto will reveal you about his/their past (because he's that bitch but he probably cares about him) which will allow you to somewhat find your way inside his shell and let you do something he likes, which would, for once, let him show his pure and cute smile, or something will happen causing him to have to protect you (it may be a real danger, but I'd rather think it would be something not necessarily dangerous but triggering to a trauma) and he'd drop his resting bitch face. I think his case could be similar to Kenshin's. He doesn't dislike people, he just hates that he can't/couldn't protect them. His animal being the wolf, I think Licht would become very protective once in a relationship. Him being the powerful male of you two, he'd act like the leader of a bundle of wolves and protect you as you and him. By that I mean he doesn't protect you especially, he protect what the both of you are, and it's like protecting himself at the same time. I think he'd be really quite but would love nuzzling in private. He's that one prince who's icy to everyone but warm to his lover in private. In the same logic as protecting, he'd make sure that you have everything you need and I can imagine Nokto working a bit behind the scenes too to make sure Licht can open himself in a good environment with MC. I don't think Licht hates Nokto, but I definitely think he'd be mad that Nokto is popular and can keep people around him (and in that way, somewhat protect them) so I can see Nokto understanding that and plotting things so MC can help his brother regain confidence. Licht would be the type to, like wolves, have his lover stick to him all the time, but it wouldn't feel obsessive, it'd feel more natural and protective (he's definitely not a yandere imo). In terms of displays of affection, he wouldn't be too vocal about his feelings (he doesn't know much about it yet, it's not really familiar to him to let himself feel so much) and wouldn't say much in general, he's more of an action person. In public, your hands would probably be GLUED but that's about it. In private he'd definitely hug a lot more than kissing and would be the big spoon most of the time when cuddling.

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Jin

I have a feeling Jin is one of those suitors who thinks MC is too pure for him and he shouldn't stain them with however disgusting he thinks he is. I expect him to be a fun mix between Shingen and Arthur and I'm pretty sure his route will be a RIDE. He's absolutely shameless and probably touchy (it's canon he's a boob man, Clavis said it so you better believe it), but I don't think he will with MC. Since he said in his profile he wants to watch MC chose a suitor rather than get involved in becoming king, I think it's going to start by him spending gradually less time with Clavis as he spies on you. Naturally, he'll fall in love (before MC does) and understand quite fast but might take some time to acknowledge it. Something will probably happen like MC randomly tripping or facing a dangerous situation for him to come out of the shadows to protect both her body and her pureness (the type of guy to fight while telling you to not open your eyes and remove your hands from your ears until he says so). Upon you thanking him, he'll go with a bitter smile because he knows he loves it but doesn't deserve it. MC will probably try to make it up to him and so he will spend more and more time being intoxicated with love while trying to push you away. Will come a moment where something bad happens and he realizes that the only way to protect what he wants to protect is with the throne. He'd probably say some cheesy line like "I didn't intend to become the king but I guess it wouldn't be too bad to have you as my wife" and will end up accepting. He'll be a king putting the well-being of the people before his and he'll keep on saying how proud he is of you. In terms of affection, he wouldn't go overboard in public but he'd definitely say some inappropriate stuff in your ear to make you blush in front of important guests. I think he would definitely keep PDA to a minimum because you're his woman and he doesn't want anyone else to see your pleasured face. But boy once you're together between 4 walls he has no self control and doesn't care a single bit if you want to work a little more before sleeping, because you're not going to be able to anyways with him in your bed. An eagle looks like it'd be free spirited and proud so I think this is where his personality will go.

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Chevalier

The information we have on him definitely makes him one of the hardest characters to guess for me, so I'm quite unsure and I'm sorry (I love him tho). For a start, I think a good comparison would be Nobunaga, since the first impression is pretty much the same. Now Chevalier certainly isn't as shameless as Nobu when it comes to touching women (in fact, I think that in the beginning of the route he'd be treating MC with respect but lots of distance). I'm pretty sure I caught him referring to himself as a monster several times, and he's convinced that his core is filth. However, the fact that he's a monster doesn't mean he can't do anything good. The fact that he's often drenched in blood means he fights a lot and this comforts him in his own thought that he's a monster (my best guess is that he's been called so by people in his childhood because he beat some brat up or something and he just decided to stick with it because it's just more convenient than trying to explain why he did), as well as the fact that he probably doesn't smack just anyone and does so it protect his ideals (in that way, he's quite like Mitsuhide). Again, I think that, like Mitsuhide, he overall doesn't bother supporting his acts with saying why he does them, and just does what he thinks is right. Rio mentioned that Chevalier is a late riser and Sariel added that tigers are nocturnal. During night, I think he secretly does some sort of charity stuff (secretly, because it's just laughable to have a monster do charity and he wants to keep acts of light away from his name, that's associated with filth) and probably also beats up some criminals here and there. I think that this would be uncovered a night where MC can't sleep and follows Chevalier out of the castle (maybe she's curious and wants to understand him more, maybe he dropped something) and finds about it. He's not stupid and MC probably is to some extent as usual so he'll notice and will start to tell her why he does this and why he doesn't want it to be known. Following this event MC will start to think that after all he's not just a monster and will stick with him when he goes doing charity at night because you can "Do whatever, it's not my business". While spending time there with you, you'll slowly creep up on his list of things he wants to protect even if he has to stain his hands. Of course, some kind of drama will lead him to have to do it, probably in front of a large number of people and I can see him leaving his sword aside and kneeling to the enemy to protect MC from danger. There, he'll show his sweet side and his desire to see you happy more than anything. Of course, you, who already loved him, will call him out on his bs and tell him you don't want him to be hurt either and you love his beautiful smile. He'll definitely be confused at first but then will take a new breathe and save you, who became a part of him. He'll obviously still think of himself as a monster, but he knows that doesn't mean you can't love him. He won't stop fighting for his ideals, but now that he has to protect himself to protect you, he'll stop being as reckless and definitely will be thankful that you helped him access the throne to pursue his dreams (even though at first everyone told you that you should stay away from him, but you loved seeing his eyes so full whenever he was doing something good). In terms of relationship, Chevalier will be reasonably protective and will trust you to not betray him because "Only you could love a monster like me, and I won't stop loving you either" or something like that. He'll definitely be quite of a tease in private when he wants things to get heated but most of the time it'll just be fluffy with small forehead kisses, hair combing and warm hugs (he's always the big spoon and he's soo warm).

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Clavis

You heard it, the court's number one problem child is romanceable (and this is so messy wtf I literally can't decypher him at all I feel like I wrote something so wrong for him ugh I'm so sorry). He loves to stir up drama and then sit back to watch and has no shame in doing so. Since MC will, as usual, be kinda dumb and innocent, Clavis will tease her A LOT, and use her to stir up even more shit. No one at the court really likes him (COUGH Sariel COUGH) but some somewhat tolerate him, like Chevalier (but if he goes overboard he'll end him). I mean I say no one important, because he sure has a lot of women swooning over him, but I can see him being all flirty and stuff but then not doing anything because he just doesn't really care, it's for fun (lol). When he mentioned Jin's preference, I think he said that he himself was more of an ass man (he said something like leg or something iirc but bruh we all know what that entails when the other option is boobs). Clavis will propose you to mess up the king election (more like drag you into it), but I'm pretty sure that it's because he knows that something fucked up is happening or bound to happen. It seems he will pull up a Mitsuhide except he drags you into it, probably to have you by his side when shit will go down so he can protect you (since you'll trust him, i guess ?). Everything will go according to plan, except for the fact that he's starting to be fond of you, so instead of just having you into the drama and protect you from afar, he'll start to actively stick with you, which will screw up his plans. I'm honestly not too sure about what will happen but basically he realizes he can't be as carefree as usual when something so big is going on and his love interest is in the middle of it because of him and decides to tell you what is happening so you can untrust yourself to him. I think from this point onwards, you both will somewhat have understood what you feel for each other, but nothing will have been said. Hand holding will be normal, and cuddling too if the situation forces you both to stick together outside and/or hide. He figures he'll just confess properly after everything will be over and he'll get to apologize for getting you into all of this. Once it is actually over, he'll turn into a big romantic (Chevalier but cringe) to start the relationship like it deserves to and then will proceed to tease the shit out of you. Overall he'll be a Mitsuhide or Leonardo type lover in my opinion. Now HEAR ME OUT, have you ever seen a leopard walking ? It's beautiful. He knows it. I can just see him walking while somehow seductively balancing his hips sjshid imagine him crawling on bed djdbjd MY MIND IS GOING DOWN THE GUTTER. He's such a flirty seductive ass but I swear he's loyal he just wants to see your cute pouting face. He's quite blunt when it comes to PDA (that's where the fact that he's an ass man comes in handy if you see me haha I can't help it he has a thot dot) and will not hesitate to straight up make out in public if he thinks it's needed (he's not dumb sjbsix he likes to stir up shit for fun but he wouldn't do something extreme if he knew it would end up bad when there are other ways).

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Nokto

Two words: skirt-chasing liar. The man painted his nails to have them black when he does the fox/kitsune hand symbol, he's totally trying to have people distrust him. It is mentioned that Nokto's behavior is a great contrast to his past heroic acts. Linking this to what I wrote of Licht, I think he might have been praised for whatever he did and he hated it because he didn't reach his goal (like nobunaga who unites Japan but hates the fact that there are victims nonetheless). What would be the most interesting would be if it was like I hypothesized of Licht, that he couldn't protect someone in particular. In that way, there would be a contrast between Licht feeling like he can't protect anything and Nokto who can protect everything but what he really cares about. Following this logic, his womanizer personality could be explained in the way that by chasing skirts left and right he can feel like he doesn't have anyone important and protect himself from the pain of loving someone too much and the pain of losing them. Now, either the two's traumas are totally different, or it might be the same event; if so, my best guess would be their mother's death. However, Nokto being a womanizer leads me to think that it was actually a love interest that he lost. Being a good liar and trickster (kitsune things), I assume he's good at reading people and is probably very observant of his brother. If his brother even confided in him, I'm pretty sure Nokto would hide his disappointment of not having been able to protect a few people for his brother's sake. I think his route (or at least the beginning of it) would be a mix of Mitsuhide and Arthur's, being some bold flirting at first as a warning because he wants to draw pure MC away from him. I think MC would then be drawn by his caring attitude toward Licht (almost like a big brother, even though he's the 7th prince and Licht is the 6th) and would make him notice how kind he is. Nokto would probably find a way to make her uncomfortable with heavy flirting mixed up with denying but if it repeats, he'll probably just say that he wants to protect the last person he dares to care about. MC would probably see pain and sadness in his gaze and choice of words and kind of like Arthur's route, she'd be drawn to this vulnerable caring side of him and understand the flirting is only a part of Nokto. Drama will happen, and Nokto will have a breakdown, because he got attached to MC and is convinced he won't be able to protect her. It's likely he tries to push you away even more to make you mad and break his own heart before he has to see you die before his eyes too. Due to this bring a heavy and very bottled up trauma, he will be looking very distressed and MC will rather try to soothe him. I do think Nokto might be crying at this moment (the other one I have in mind would be Yves) and both will realize their feelings at this very moment. However Nokto still won't think he can protect you, but maybe Licht would think something like "I can't protect anything by myself but I can help my brother protect what he cares for" and help him, which would easy Nokto into the idea of having to fight. It's also possible Clavis and Chevalier join in, but I'm not too sure about that. In terms of relationship, Nokto would be a super touchy fluffy lover, liking to feel your chest move in rythm with your breath against his chest while hugging you tightly reminds him that you're alive and that he could protect you and he always will no matter how many times he has to. Like Licht, he would be very protective, but he won't become too obsessive if you soothe him back enough and prove him that you won't break in his palm (the fact that he becomes king also helps since you can have personal royal guards). He's a bit more into PDA than his brother and won't mind resting his hand on your hip in public, but your cute facial expressions are for his own pleasure only~

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Luke

So Luke is the big brother one (but only for MC) and apparently he's lazy. Like a bear, he's huge but you can bet he would spoon you For his lazy traits, I think it might just be his personality, but I do think his doting comes from his past. A guess would be that he was very fond of his little sister but lost her to another man for arranged marriage. I don't know where or when Ikepri happens but arrange marriage can be planned very early, and this would explain his hate/disinterest for official affairs and his doting (it's like he would try to see his little sister in MC while treating her as such) and the fact that he tries to drag her out of official affairs as well. Like mentioned in his profile, his eyes sometimes look somewhat dark and dull, so I assume this could be when he thinks back about his past. I wouldn't go as far as saying he's a yandere, but he'll definitely try to drag her away from court life (not especially people, not especially violently, he'd just try to not lose her). It's sad, but you will probably get sis-zoned for a nice long time before he realizes that 1. he can't force you to do something you don't want to and 2. he doesn't just love you as a sister. Maybe this realization will make him want to become king with you to not lose you, or maybe he will be needing a little something else to be pushed to do so. In terms of relationship, he'll be doting and have remnants of big brother behavior but he'll finish his light scolding sessions with a big fluffy hug. Jokes on you if you wanted to spoon him. For PDA, I think he'd be pretty much just like hand holding and head pats/hair ruffling.

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Sariel

Sariel is known in the court as the "Devil". I would say his role is a mix of Giles (midcind) and Mitsuhide. As the profile says, his past, identify etc is quite of a mystery so I wouldn't get too much into this. Now Sariel expects MC in his profile to kind of suck up to him and do as he pleases while she finds a new king. Whether Sariel is loyal to the princess (you) and the crown or not will determine whether he's simply a shady suitor or the villain of most of the other routes if not all of them (William things hehe). He'll obviously be EXTREMELY shady and will make it very clear that it's best you stay away from what his job entails. However MC will find a way, consciously or not, to get involved way too much in Sariel's affairs (Mitsuhide things haha, he radiates the energy of other chaotic shady suitors only) and he will have to first of all scold her a ton shit and secondly a find a way to get her out of his business. They will probably struggle together their way out of an important job of his and MC will most likely have a good impact on the overall outcome but he'll mostly scold you for getting on the brink of death thanks to what he'll consider a foolish move. As a relationship, once king, I don't think Sariel would go any further than formal hand holding, arm holding and back of the hand kisses. I have a feeling that in private he wouldn't be the touchiest either (I mean he's busy with his shady stuff) but he would definitely pull you into his lap without asking and I could see him stroking your hair while your head rest on his shoulder until he finishes work before carrying you to bed, whether you're asleep or not.

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Rio

Rio IS the yandere and it's 100% canon I'm not accepting critiques on this (someone saying "Look only at me, you only have to think about me" screams yandere already, not to talk about my obsession consisting of comparing him with Toneri of Yuroma) and I honestly think it's soooo cool that the yandere is a butler I love it. ANYWAYS. Rio lost his memory 3 years ago (he was already your butler back then) which means his memories only consist of serving you. That said, you're literally his world, his only friend and his master. I think Rio would be scared not only to forget about everything again and see (I assume) you sad again and forget all your smiles he saw for 3 years (I definitely think he's one of those suitors that love you right off the batch but give you the liberty to be happy with whoever), but also lose you as easily as he lost him memories. If he lost you to someone else, either he'd be forced to watch you be happy with another man, or be left behind. As a loyal dog, he would totally hate the later. Now being your love interest's butler is extremely convenient as a yandere. If he doesn't want you to get out of your room he just has to give you some sort of somniferous stuff or lock you in saying you're sick and "My Lady does not wish to receive anyone in her quarters". Butlers not only attend to their master's wishes (he does say that granting your selfish wishes is also his job), but also are their first connection to the outer world. If your butler doesn't come with you outside, he'll at least be there to see you off and the first person waiting for your return. Now I don't know what entails the secret behind his memory loss at all so I'll leave it as it is. I don't think Rio will be as brutal as Toma from Amnesia or anything (Sariel is watching too) and will probably try to convince you that you need to stay in for a while and that he'll look out for you (bonus points if something bad actually happens). I'm actually not sure to what extent Rio would go. Would he harm others ? Just keep them away ? I don't know, but a dog sure knows how to bite to protect its owner. The route will probably follow the classic yandere schematic: everything is fine, he gets really obsessive, you try to push him away, he gets hurt, you explain him that you love him too but you can't stay locked in forever, he eventually chills. As a king, I think he'd take some time to stop being there for his Mistress' every needs but he definitely would in private, he just wouldn't want to embarrass you in public. For PDA, he would also not be too touchy, sticking to basic butler extent touchy, but he'd be extremely cuddly in private, trying to hook up as much time as possible from you. He'd give a lot of little pecks and smol kisses everywhere on your face and neck until you stop working so he can pull you on the bed in his arms for a slower making out session.

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THAT'S IT

That took me quite a while, phew ! Sorry if there typos and sorry for the huge length inconsistency !

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Onsra- Chapter 32: Ready or Not

banner created by: @envity ♥️

pairing: vampire!jungkook x female reader (also tae x ga-in oc & jimin x yuri oc)

genre: E2L, romance, horror, drama, angst

warnings for this chapter: language, guns (but no one really uses them I just don't know if ya don't like guns. anyway.) blood, peeps trying to hide they feelings a bit, and FLUFF bc frick anyone who doesn't like FLUFF

word count: 8.9k

Onsra: ML, Previous

boo bitches I'm back.

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“Hyung, what are you saying?” Jimin is the first to speak.

“I’m saying we stick to the plan, it’ll just have to be done a lot sooner than we wanted.” Jin grits out, pushing himself away from the sink.

Yuri, always one to question things first, pipes up. “What plan? You guys have talked about it before, but you never told us what’s going on.”

The room stays silent and to your horror, a twang of fear stabs your stomach when you remember Seungwook’s words.

“They have plans to turn you, and more. Don’t go while believing I didn’t warn you, and don’t come to me for help when he betrays you.”

Then a pang of guilt instantly follows. You know the boys would never hurt you girls, and you know Seungwook misunderstands their intentions. You swallow thickly, angry at your mind for even having an ounce of fear towards the boys.

Jungkook takes your hand again when he sees the look on your face, “You okay?” he whispers, and you force yourself to send him a small smile and nod.

Then Jin sighs, bringing your attention back to him. “Ok, I think we all need to talk.”

~ ~ ~

Jungkook is leaning his back against a big rock, your head in his lap as you two relax in the shade of a big tree in your special clearing. His fingers run through your hair softly, gently working through the little tangles when he encounters them.

He’s definitely gotten better about pulling when it comes to your hair.

Your eyes are closed as you breathe in and out deeply, listening to Jungkook breathing above you and the sound of birds twittering as the leaves dance in the slight breeze. His fingers are so gentle and soothing when he massages your head a little as he runs them through your hair. You don’t ever want this to stop. But you can’t help it, you need to talk about it.

It’s been weighing on your mind ever since this morning when Seokjin snapped before you all had a meeting to discuss things.

“Kookie.” You mumble tiredly and you feel him brush away the hair that has fallen in your face. “Yes, little flower?” He whispers, not wanting to break the peaceful feeling that has settled around the two of you.

“I don’t want you to go.” Your voice breaks and you turn yourself around so you can stuff your face into his belly, wrapping your arms around his middle. Jungkook laughs lightly at your antics, but there’s a hint of sadness in his tone.

He brushes your hair out of your face again so he can see you, cupping your cheek in his hand. “Hey, look at me.”

You peek up at him with one eye, the other still hiding in his tummy. His soft smile makes your heart melt and you feel the tears coming at what you know he’s going to say.

“I’m not going to get hurt, I promise.”

“How can you promise something like that?” You fight back and he sighs when you pull away, wiping your eyes and sitting up to look at him.

“Y/n-“

“Why do you guys have to do this? Are there no other good vampires to help? What about the Hunters, why can’t they just do it?” You can feel yourself starting to panic again, your hands sweating as you wring them. Jungkook reaches over and takes your hands, holding them in his own and helping you to focus back on him.

“Listen to me, please.”

You stay silent so he continues.

“I would not have agreed to this if I didn’t feel like it was necessary. The Hunters aren’t going to make it out of this one, there are too many vampires and we are able to handle them better.”

You look at him doubtfully, “I still don’t see why it has to be done by you.”

“As far as we know, we’re the only ones that can do it, y/n. Please, don’t be upset.” He looks at you pleadingly, holding your hands to his chest. “I don’t want to fight right now.”

“Neither do I!” You huff and try to pull your hands back. Jungkook keeps a hold on you though and tugs you to him, trapping you in his arms. “Stop, please.” He sighs into your hair as his hands rub your back. “Please, just try to understand.”

“I can’t.” Your voice breaks. “I know that you’re trying to do the right thing, but I don’t want to see you leave and never come back. Please don’t do that to me.” You whimper and Jungkook feels his stomach drop at how upset you are. If he didn’t have to do this, he wouldn’t.

“Hey now, look at me.” Jungkook pulls back to see your face sticky with tears. “I promise you, I will not hurt you again. I’ll be okay, you don’t have to worry. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re underestimating me.” Jungkook smirks and you give him a half-hearted smile as you shake your head.

Jungkook leans in to kiss you, but you flinch back a little. He stops, his brows furrowed, a look of confusion and hurt on his face. “D-did you not want me to kiss you?” He asks quietly, and you shake your head but don’t make eye contact with him, “I-it isn’t that…I just-...” You cut yourself off and bite your lip.

“I’m going to head back.” You whisper quietly and pull out of his hold.

Jungkook just sits there, speechless and chest aching as you stand up and walk away.

When you get far enough so you know he can’t see or hear you, you let out a choked sob. You gasp in a breath and wipe at your pouring eyes frantically, trying and failing to stop the onslaught of fresh tears.

You want to turn and run back, let him smother you in his hold and kiss you until you can’t breathe. But your mind won’t let you. Whenever something good comes into your life, it always ends up being taken away from you.

You were foolish. Foolish to think you and him could be something.

If you love him now, it’ll hurt like hell when you lose him. And you’re convinced you’ll lose him.

But if you distance yourself, and pretend like you don’t care so much, maybe somehow, it’ll stop him from getting hurt. This, of course, is silly. And if you were in your right mind at the moment, you would know that.

But your head is full of so much that your overwhelmed brain is trying its hardest to come up with a solution to not losing him completely.

You hate that you’re like this, but you just can’t help it. At this point, you’re terrified of loving him.

All love brings, is pain.

~ ~ ~

When you walk through the front door, having been able to mostly hide your red rimmed eyes and pink nose, you see everyone walking around and carrying things.

Taehyung is walking past you when he stops and smiles at your confused expression. He holds up the bag he’s carrying, “We’re getting ready, making plans and getting all the supplies together.” He explains with a slight smirk. “It’s not as fun as it looks.”

You give him a small smile and laugh lightly, “Ah, too bad, it looks like quite the ball. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Tae shakes his head, “Nope, but the girls are doing something in the kitchen if you want to see what they’re up to. Make sure they aren’t trying to poison us or something, since they’re being so secretive.”

“Oh, are they?”

“Yeah, won’t let any of us in. They’ll let you in though, I’m sure.”

“Alright, I’ll go check it out, thanks Tae. Have fun.” You wave at him and he laughs, “I’ll try not to have too much fun!” Then he ducks into the living room as you make your way to the kitchen.

“Knock, knock.” You say loud enough for the two girls huddling by the stove to hear you. They turn and their faces brighten instantly.

“Y/n! There you are, we were just talking about where you might be so we could find you.” Ga-In says with a laugh. Yuri walks to you and takes your arm to pull you into the kitchen, peeking her head out to make sure none of the boys are nearby.

“Come on girl, you’re spending the day with us.” Yuri insists as she gently pulls you to the stove. You giggle and follow willingly, “Sounds good to me, what are we doing?”

Ga-In leans in to whisper so no one overhears her and ruins the surprise, “We thought since Jin always does the cooking, we could do it for him tonight. He has lots on his mind besides making meals for everyone and keeping the lot of us held together like glue.” You nod happily, “I love that idea, he really does deserve a break.”

Yuri joins in at that, “Yeah, seriously. And we also wanted to make dessert! I don’t think they’ve had dessert for a long time.”

Your heart aches at that, thinking of how Jungkook won’t be able to taste it. “O-oh you’re right, I bet they’ll be really happy. What are we making?” You ask quickly to get your mind off Jungkook, feeling guilty for the way your last conversation with him went.

~ ~ ~

As you and the girls work hard in the kitchen and simultaneously keep Jimin and Tae from snooping, the older boys are almost finished setting things up in the living room.

When Jungkook comes in, he looks around the living room, taking it all in. It doesn’t look much like a living room anymore, with the blinds drawn so no natural light shines through and a single lamp illuminating all the bags of weapons and protective gear piled into different sections.

He doesn’t react much, he just walks in and takes a seat on the couch, ready to have this whole thing be over with. At first, he was upset with you for the conversation earlier and how you just walked away. But after he had some time to think about it, he realized how you must be feeling.

When Seokjin told him you had to go to the abandoned hospital, Jungkook had been infuriated and panicked to say the least, and that was when he’d be with you to keep an eye on you. And even then, you almost got extremely hurt. He can’t imagine how upset he would be if you told him you had to go and fight over fifty vampires with only six others to help. Even if you were capable of protecting yourself, he would go insane with worry, and he’d be angry too. In fact, he’d do whatever he could to make sure you didn’t go.

So, as he sits on the couch and worries his lip, he tries to think of what to do to help you feel better. He knows why you’re pushing him away too, he’s seen you do it before. You tend to distance yourself when you’re afraid that you’re going to lose someone. He knows you’re still struggling with what happened a few days ago, even if you aren’t showing it. And it kills him that he doesn’t know how to help you.

Jimin and Tae come in and sit on the couch next to Jungkook. Seokjin looks at Namjoon and Yoongi and gives them a nod, so they stand and walk over to the table they set up with a map laid out on it. The rest of them get up and move closer for a better look. The map is a very rough sketch of the forest from a sky view, done by Yoongi as best as he could to at least portray the distances between locations.

Namjoon points to a spot on the map of a tiny house, “This is us.” Then he points at a little clearing, “We split up to find y/n here a few days ago. It’s about a mile and a half from the house.” Then he drags his finger across the map to another small building. “This is the vampire’s camp. After you three-“ He looks at Seokjin, Tae, and Jungkook. “-gave us directions and a time length for where you went, we followed that trail and wound up finding it a bit further than where you stopped.”

Heads nodding prompt Yoongi to continue it. “We’ll be going the same way as we did to find it.” He traces the line Namjoon just showed. “It’ll have us approaching from the back, there’s a back door and a few windows, but it’s better than the front.”

“Is it just going to be us?” Jungkook speaks up suddenly, making everyone look at him. Seokjin watches him sadly, knowing that you must be upset with him right now from the way he’s been acting since coming back.

“This time, yeah.” Yoongi says grimly. “But, we do have some allies in the Hunters.” All the maknaes’ eyes widen at his words, but the oldest vampires don’t even flinch. They had kept it from the younger ones until now.

“What?” Jimin speaks almost blankly, annoyed that they weren’t told earlier. “How is that a thing?”

Namjoon sighs and rubs his neck, “We ran into them a few weeks back. We recognized each other from the college and thankfully we were able to explain ourselves before they could shoot us. They fully believed us, and they want the real monsters gone as much as we do. So, they said they’d get as many men as they could to help. But it was only a few Hunters.”

“So, why can’t they help us this time?” Hoseok speaks up.

Yoongi has his eyes glued to the make-shift map. “Because we were supposed to meet up in about three weeks from now. There’s no way to contact them until then, and we can’t wait that long to get rid of this camp.”

“Why don’t we just leave?” Tae asks quietly. He isn’t afraid to do it, but if there’s a safer way for everyone, then he’d rather take another way. Namjoon brushes his hair back with a sigh, “I wish we could, but there’s no where else for us to go. When Yoongi and I went back to the old house to scout it out, it was already overrun by vampires. We don’t know how they found it, seeing as the Hunters were the ones to find the place, but it doesn’t matter.”

His words are clear enough.

This is the only place to be.

Jungkook pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, irritated. “Why do we have to do it? Why not just let the Hunters take care of it? Y/n said they were making plans to do so anyway.”

Another sigh from Yoongi does nothing to soothe his annoyance. “Because we need to help. You think they are going to be able to take them all on? If we get there and it’s cleared then fine, we’ll go home happy. But this is our fight too, Jungkook. We have an advantage being vampires in this situation, well most of us.” He glances at Jimin and Tae before going on. “If Hunters make a ruckus, it’ll send more vamps, and that’s the last thing we need. If we get in there and take them out before they even know what hit them, no one will be alerted.”

“Why should they let us in?” Jimin speaks up.

“Because vampires go to different camps all the time. As long as no vamps we knew are there, they won’t find us suspicious at all. We can take them out quick and easy before they know what happened.” Namjoon answers him.

“Not Jimin and Taehyung.” Jungkook snaps. “They won’t blend in like us. The second they’re spotted they’ll be killed.”

Yoongi runs a hand down his face, then he massages his temples. “Look, Jungkook. I know you’re upset, and I’m sorry. But we have it planned out for every scenario that might occur, we’ve really considered everything. Tae and Jimin will be on lookout duty, only joining us when they hear our call. Ok?”

Jungkook bites his lip and looks away, not pleased, but he doesn’t argue further.

“Ok, so when are we thinking?” Seokjin breaks the tense silence hanging in the air. Yoongi looks relieved to be moving on as he nods, “So, we’re going to keep scouting the camp for another two days, but I think that’s all the time we can spare. We just want to see as much of what they do in a day as we can.”

Everyone nods, then the silence returns. Hoseok clears his throat, “Ok, well we’ve fought them before, we aren’t idiots. Cheer up, guys! It’ll be a quick and done deal.” He claps Seokjin on the back and the oldest sends him a forced smile.

They go over a few more of the placement plans that Namjoon and Yoongi came up with, and different scenarios with how to deal with them if they happen. When they’ve exhausted all their knowledge, Jungkook speaks up bitterly.

“You sure there isn’t anything else you’re hiding and would like to get out before we go off on a vampire hunt? Or would you like to wait until we’re about to die to tell the rest of us?”

Yoongi bites his tongue before he snaps back and loses his temper, so Seokjin speaks up. “No, Jungkook. I don’t think there’s anything else. I’m sorry we kept things from you boys, we just didn’t want anyone to jump to conclusions before we figured it all out.”

“Whatever, are we done then?” Jungkook seethes.

Yoongi drops the pen he was holding onto the table, “Yeah, we’re done. Everyone be ready to go in two days.”

Jungkook storms out as the others watch him go. Jimin sighs sadly, “I get why he’s upset. I’m not happy about this either. We have to take it easy with him, guys.”

~ ~ ~

“Surprise!”

Ga-In shouts when the boys are finally allowed to come into the kitchen. Their faces light up at all the delicious food on the table. Seokjin laughs happily and claps his hands, “You girls didn’t have to do all this!”

Yuri smiles, “Yeah, but we wanted to!”

Jimin walks over and takes her hand sweetly, leaving a quick kiss on her cheek. Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi can’t stop saying their thanks as they take their seats, their faces beaming with excitement.

Seokjin walks over to you and you give him a high-five when he holds his hand up, “You girls are amazing.” He smiles and thanks all three of you again as he takes his seat. Tae has Ga-In sitting in his lap while he hugs her from behind, his gaze looking over all the food hungrily.

Pretty soon, the table is filled with compliments of the food and jokes that have everyone laughing, you’re all thankful that the future plans have been put on the back burner for the night. But you find yourself picking at your food and only laughing half-heartedly at the jokes, your mind stuck on where Jungkook is and what he’s doing.

The boys are all delighted when you bring out the little chocolate cake that you girls made for dessert.

“Chocolate! Yes!” Namjoon shouts in glee and everyone starts cracking up again.

After dinner, Seokjin insists on helping with the dishes, as do all the other boys. So, all of you work together to get the place cleaned up as quick as you can. Then everyone moves to the living room to hang out. You see all the bags in the corner of the room, the handle of a gun sticking out of one. Your stomach turns when you see it, and you excuse yourself to your room.

You walk up the stairs slowly, feeling as if you’re underwater and each of your legs is weighed down by an unseen force. When you reach your room, you jump at the sound of Jungkook’s door opening behind you.

“Oh, y/n.” He says quietly as you turn to face him.

He’s looking at the ground, his gaze trained on anything that isn’t you.

“I’m sorry about earlier.” You say before he tries to apologize first. You know he would, and it isn’t his fault. You know that you should’ve stayed to make things right, but it just hurts so much and you’re just too good at running away from pain.

“No, I understand-“ He tries to talk but you cut him off gently.

“No, Kook. Please, don’t try to make me feel better about what I did. As upset as I was, it didn’t give me a right to treat you like that, and I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me.”

He blinks a few times, then he raises his eyes to look at you. “I forgive you.” He says quietly. You smile sadly and rub your neck, “Thank you.”

Silence envelopes you and you shift awkwardly, not liking the uncomfortable feeling surrounding you both.

“Well, I’m gonna head to bed.” You say after a moment of silence. Jungkook nods, a sad look flitting across his face. You give him a small smile and go into your room, closing the door behind you.

Jungkook stands in the hall for another minute before deciding to just go to bed. When he lies down and pulls the covers up to his chin, he tries to ignore the thoughts lingering in the back of his mind.

Are you upset with him?

Did you really make up?

Do you still love him?

He closes his eyes tight and plugs his ears, even though the voice hasn’t come back since that last night, his own thoughts threaten to swallow him whole.

~ ~ ~

“Today, we’re getting down to business.” Seokjin announces at the breakfast table. Namjoon and Yoongi left bright and early for scouting, and the eldest has revealed that he has plans for the rest of you as well.

“Finally.” Yuri scoffs and everyone laughs. “I thought we’d never get to do anything!” She shakes her head and sighs dramatically. You smile at the way Jimin is giggling at her. You’ve noticed that she’s opened up more recently and it’s usually to make Jimin laugh.

Jin rolls his eyes playfully and sends her a fake stern look. “Anyway, like I said, we’re getting stuff done today. You girls are going to learn how to defend yourselves in any case of danger.”

Oh, you were not expecting that.

“I don’t know why I never thought of it until now, but it is an important thing to do.” You bite back a smile at the way he sounds like a teacher talking to his students.

Seokjin claps his hands, “Ok! Everyone outside, come on!”

~ ~ ~

“Wider, y/n. You need to be able to keep your balance if someone takes a swing at you.” Seokjin crosses his arms while you move your feet further apart, grounding yourself.

“Good, now-“

“Hey.”

You both turn to see Jungkook watching you two, his hands in his pockets as he nervously bites his lips. Seokjin smiles, “Oh, hey Kook! You can be y/n’s partner now, this is perfect! Come on over here.” He takes the youngest’s arm and pulls him to stand in front of you.

“She’s just learned how to hold herself up in a fight, right y/n? Weak stance is…?”

“An ugly dance…” You cringe as you finish the horrible joke Jin told you to help you remember to keep yourself grounded. Jin smiles brightly and laughs his signature laugh, clapping his hands. Even Jungkook breaks a small smile, despite the awkwardness still lingering between you two.

Jin wipes his eyes as he finally stops chuckling and gestures to Jungkook. “Ok, I’m gonna go see how everyone is doing. After she’s gets her posture down, practice some swings and stuff. We’ll go on to stamina after that.” Jungkook nods and turns back to you as Jin saunters off to check on the others.

Neither of you say anything for a minute, then you try to channel your inner Jin and break the ice. “I guess we can finally start building my arm strength, huh? Wanna arm wrestle after this? Don’t be too intimidated.”

Jungkook laughs and nods, “Sounds like a plan, I’ll try not to shake in my boots.”

You smile at that, hoping maybe things can go back to normal between you soon. After a moment of silence, you start twitching at the way Jungkook is just staring at you. Then he seems to snap back into reality and he laughs nervously. “Ok, uh, you can show me your stance, if you want.”

“Oh, yeah.” You quickly space your feet apart and bend your knees slightly, then you hold your hands up in front of you like you’re going to start boxing him. Jungkook chuckles and walks closer, “It looks good to me. I’d say spread your feet just little bit more…good. And you can straighten your legs a tiny bit, good.” Jungkook smiles and stops about three feet from you.

He gets into his stance to show you, “Make sure to always keep your feet planted on the ground. If someone takes a hit at you when one of your feet is up, it won’t be pretty.”

“So, I shouldn’t move at all?”

Jungkook shakes his head and straightens up, “If you have to move, then move. But when you’re moving, keep your feet in mind, don’t let yourself get into a position where you could be easily knocked off balance.”

You nod, watching him get into his position again. “Ok, how about you take a swing at me?”

“Now?” You ask nervously and he nods, “Go for it.”

You throw a punch and he easily evades it by ducking to the side.

Well, shit.

If everyone is that good at dodging, then you won’t be winning any hand to hand combats anytime soon.

“That wasn’t bad at all.” Jungkook says kindly after seeing the crestfallen expression on your face. Then he quirks an eyebrow at you, “But if I’m going to let you hit my perfect face, you’ll have to go harder than that.”

That sets a fire of determination in your belly and you set your feet apart again. Jungkook laughs at the concentration on your face as he instructs you on different ways to throw a punch. Once you’ve got the basics down, he tells you to try and hit him again.

You throw a punch but miss by a mile when he ducks. He smirks at your annoyed expression. “Come on, y/n. Hit me.”

Another punch and he dodges again, making your chest hot with anger. He winks at you, “You can do better than that. Come at me, don’t stand still. Advance, come on!”

You move forward, making sure to plant your feet on the ground with each step. You let your annoyance fuel you as you keep taking swings at him that he easily escapes. Eventually, you’re tired out.

“Agh! Ok, stop. I can’t do it.” You gasp and let your arms fall at your sides. Jungkook smiles encouragingly, “You’re doing good, y/n. How about you try dodging now?”

You look at him suspiciously, then give him a small nod. “Fine.”

Jungkook makes a sudden swing and you duck as fast as you can, “Jungkook! I wasn’t ready!”

“That’s the point!” He laughs and throws another punch, almost hitting you, but you move out of the way just in the lick of time.

Fuck, he’s fast.

And he just keeps coming.

He moves forward and takes another go at hitting you, which you stumble back from as you try to avoid it. “Stance!” He shouts as he makes another swing. You try to clear your mind and plant your feet down, then you duck, perfectly missing one of his fast punches. Jungkook smiles proudly and you take that as an opportunity to throw one at him.

Jungkook flinches in surprise and just barely misses your swing. He looks at you and grins, “Nice one.”

The two of you continue with taking turns and practicing moves until Jin comes over to tell you you’re all moving on to the next lesson.

“How you doing, y/n?”

“I feel okay.” You say a bit breathlessly.

Jin looks at Jungkook. “What do you think, Kook?”

“She’s doing great.” Jungkook smiles at you, missing the knowing grin on Jin’s face.

You try to hide your blush and look away as Jungkook gazes at you fondly.

The next few hours before lunch are grueling, as Seokjin, Jungkook, Jimin, Tae, and Hoseok all keep you girls busy. They have you jogging, jumping over different obstacles they set up, and climbing trees.

Yes, climbing trees.

You growl in annoyance as Jungkook waits patiently for you to move to the next branch. “You can do it, y/n.”

I know I can, shut up.

You think angrily as you heave yourself onto the branch above you. You despise trees now, with a burning passion. The height makes your tummy sick with anxiety and your arms tremble from the fear and your weight. You’re only two branches up and you really want to stop.

You’re reaching for the third branch and pulling yourself up when the bark where your right foot was supported, breaks. Your foot slips out from under you and you fall.

You don’t even have time to scream as you plummet from the tree, fully expecting a hard hit on the ground. So, when you feel a pair of arms wrap around you before you hit the ground, cradling you almost like a baby, you’re completely surprised.

“Shit, y/n. Are you alright?” Jungkook asks breathlessly as he sets you on the ground carefully. You’re shaking all over as you nod, thankful for his inhumanly quick reflexes. Jin comes over and puts a hand on your shoulder, “You good, kiddo?” You nod again and he smiles.

“That was quite the fall, y/n. I’m impressed.” He jokes and you laugh shakily. Then you feel a sting and you wince, looking down at your chest and seeing a bunch of scrapes. You had bumped the other branches on your way down. The two boys look at you in concern, but you shake it off, “A few scrapes never hurt anybody.”

Jungkook looks almost pained when he sees the little cuts on your chest and arms, but Seokjin tries to put on a cheerful face. “Truer words have never been spoken! But, let’s get you cleaned up. It’s lunchtime anyway.”

You send Jungkook a reassuring smile to let him know you’re okay. “Thank you, Jungkook. For catching me.”

He smiles lightly, “I told you I would.”

You feel your heart skip a beat and you laugh nervously, then you move to head inside for lunch, only glancing back to see Jungkook heading into the forest.

~ ~ ~

“Oh…no, I can’t…” You bite your lip as you stare at the little pistol Jin is holding out to you. He smiles at you in understanding, “It’s okay y/n, I’m going to teach you how to use it. I’m not saying you will ever have to use it in real life.”

You take it reluctantly, hating the cold feeling of it in your hands. Seokjin moves on and hands Ga-In and Yuri each one before taking his place in front of all of you.

“As you can see, there’s a silencer on each of these.” You look at the weird tube thing on the end of the gun where the bullets come out. “Those help keep the sound down, but we aren’t going to be shooting them today. These guns aren’t even loaded, so don’t be afraid, but still be careful please. Don’t ever assume a gun is safe.”

Jungkook comes then, standing next to you as you all listen to Jin. You breathe a sigh of relief knowing you won’t actually be shooting. Then Jin demonstrates how to use the gun, like how to hold it and reload and all these fancy things that make your head spin. After he shows you all everything, he tells you to work with your partner and assures you all that if he sees anyone aiming even an unloaded gun at anyone else, he’ll have their hide.

Jungkook takes you over to a spot farther from the others but still keeping everyone in sight, as per Jin’s orders. He hands you the gun that you had given him to show you Jin’s instructions again. After he talks you through disassembling it and reassembling it, loading and unloading it, and where the trigger is, he has you point it at a tree.

Jungkook walks behind you and you feel his chest press against your back as your breath catches in your throat. He reaches his arms around you and brings your arms up, his cold hand covering yours as he shows you how to aim it.

“Good.” He whispers. “Now try closing one eye and looking at your target, then try the other eye.” You do both and then nod to show you’re done, not trusting yourself to speak right now. “Ok, now keep both eyes open and once you feel like you’ve got a good aim, pull the trigger.”

You line up the gun and try not to think about his big hand covering yours, then the little click sound proving you pulled the trigger makes a smile form on Jungkook’s face.

But your heart feels heavy. The fact that you’re holding something that could take away another life in the blink of an eye makes your stomach turn. Even if it’s a bad guy you’re fighting, the thought that you would have control over their life or death and you couldn’t change your mind after the decision was made makes a horrible chill go down your spine.

Jungkook senses your discomfort and you feel him rub his thumb along your hand that’s slightly shaking as you keep it held in position, His cold touch helps you stay calm. “Hey, it’s okay.” He whispers soothingly, then you feel a soft kiss on your cheek and the built-up tears roll down. You drop your arms and let Jungkook wrap his around you in a safe and protected hold as he places his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I know you hate this.”

You shake your head, “I don’t hate guns, I hate the fact that I’m the one holding it. I don’t think I can do it, if the time comes. I don’t think I could pull the trigger.” Your voice is shaking and so quiet that Jungkook can barely hear you.

“I hope you’ll never have to. Do you want to take a break?” He asks softly and you shake your head, “I want to do it and get it over with.”

“Alright.”

You feel better when he takes your arms again and lifts them back into position. You can both tell that the awkwardness between you is gone now, and that makes a feeling of relief swell in your chest. Jungkook pecks your cheek again, “Now, aim and pull the trigger again.”

The second you hear the click, Jungkook’s hands pull your arms back and you stumble into him. “Ah! What was that for?” You look at him in bewilderment. He just chuckles, “That’s what happens when you shoot a gun, cutie.”

His words make your heart swell and you swallow as he puts you back into position. “There’s going to be some force from the shot when you shoot it for real. Try to resist my pull, alright?”

You nod and prepare yourself for his tug this time. When it comes, you do better than before, but he still knocks you off balance.

You two repeat this a few times until Jungkook thinks you’ve got a good grip and balance. Then he turns you around to face him, your faces mere inches apart. He fights the urge to kiss you and rubs his thumb on your cheek. “Great job. Now how about that arm wrestle?”

You laugh and nod in agreement, “Again, as long as you promise not to snap my arm.”

“Promise.” He giggles as you two head back into the house after returning the gun to Jin.

The look on Jungkook’s face is smug as can be as he watches you settle into your chair and place your elbow on the table across from him. He sets his arm up and takes your hand. You aren’t scared, or even worried at all. You know he’s going to win, but you’ll try your damned hardest anyway.

The second you start pushing against him, you see his arm muscles tighten and you literally cannot move him an inch.

Not a damn centimeter.

Cheese and crackers, this boy is strong.

You wonder if it’s because he’s a vampire, and you puff out this question as you strain to move him even a little. “W-were you always this strong?” You huff and he laughs at your red face. “Pretty much. I mean, being a vampire has it’s strength perks, but I’ve always been the strongest in the group.”

Fucking ham.

You grunt and stop pushing. “Ok, I can’t do it. Maybe I’ll be better at resisting you.”

“You can never resist me, y/n.” He winks at you and you fight the urge to slap him right across his perfect face.

“Anyway.” You snap. “Try to push me down.” You eagerly set up your arm again and he shrugs, taking your hand and pushing very gently.

“Ow!” You shout as you try to counter his pushing. But damn, he’s inhuman. He doesn’t look like he’s trying at all as he moves your hand down to press against the table with ease.

“I win.” He smirks and you growl, putting your arm back on the table. “One more time, come on.”

He chuckles at this but puts his arm on the table and takes your hand anyway. He starts slowly pushing your hand down, so you bring your other hand up. Now you’re using two hands against his one and he’s barely doing any work, but your arm is slowly moving down.

“You’re a little cheater.” He laughs and smiles at you fondly, seeing your face scrunching as you try your best to not be beat by him again.

Then you cry out, “Ouch! You hurt me, shit.” Jungkook jumps and lets go of your hand as you cradle your injured arm. He scoots his chair closer, “I’m sorry! I guess I don’t know my own strength, I’m so sorry y/n. Are you alright?” He’s looking at your arm, panic written across his face.

You start laughing, then you wiggle your ‘hurt’ arm and point at him. “Got you~” You singsong as his face falls.

“Y/n! You scared me, I thought I snapped your fuckin arm!” Jungkook looks extremely offended and you laugh and try to touch him. He flinches back, still scowling. “Don’t trick me like that!” He says grumpily and you pout.

“Sorry, Kookie.”

At the sound of your nickname for him, he softens instantly, grabbing your chair and pulling it closer to his easily. Then he takes your cheeks and pecks you on the lips.

“I never want to hurt you. I’m not really mad, but are you sure you’re okay?”

You nod and smile at him, glancing down at his lips and making him chuckle before he leans in to kiss you again, he starts to deepen the kiss, but Seokjin walks in at that moment and screams as you jump apart.

“Yah! In my kitchen?? Get a room you two! No! NO DON’T. Stop this nonsense, you children! My innocent Kook!” Seokjin wails into his hands as Jungkook rolls his eyes and you feel your face heating up.

Then Jin takes his hands off his face, horror painted on his pretty features. “No! My innocent y/n! Jungkook, how dare you?? Get out!”

Jin walks over and yanks Jungkook out of his chair and pushes the protesting vampire out of the kitchen while you flail around laughing your head off.

“Hyung!”

“Don’t you hyung me, young man! Go let your teenage hormones out somewhere else!”

You double over and fall out of your chair with how hard you’re laughing, your lungs feeling like they’re about to burst. You hear Jungkook grumbling something about how he hasn’t been a teenager for a long time, and you start laughing all over again.

Jin comes over and helps you up off the floor, a mischievous grin smothering his face. “He’s going to kill me.” He whispers and you nod while you wipe away the mirthful tears.

“He really is.”

“If he comes for me, will you put in a good word?” He jokes and you nod as you try to stop chuckling. “I won’t let him touch you, Jinnie.”

He laughs and pats your shoulder, “My main pal, the only one that cares about me.” He mourns playfully and you laugh again before offering to help him with chores. Jin shakes his head and says he thinks you ought to make sure Jungkook really isn’t plotting his death, so you make your way out to find the sulking vampire.

You find him in his room, opening the window and starting to climb out. You hurry in and grab his arm, “Kook, what are you doing?” You ask frantically. He stops and turns to look at you, “I was going out onto the roof.” He says simply and you cock your head in confusion.

A few minutes later, you and Jungkook are sitting in the shade on the roof, your head in his lap as he reads to you while gently playing with your hair. You listen to his soothing voice and find yourself starting to drift off. Jungkook sets the book down and focuses on putting you to sleep instead. You stir at the silence and mumble sleepily, “Keep reading, I’m listening.”

He laughs and leans down to kiss your head, “I know it’s a cheesy and cliché romance, but I think you’ll like it better if you actually hear it. Just close your eyes and get some rest, little flower.” You hum and close your eyes, then you mumble again.

“Can you sing to me?”

“What would you like me to sing?” He keeps running his fingers through your hair and smiles at your answer.

“The lullaby you sang to me before.��

“Alright, go to sleep.” He whispers before he starts to sing.

Jungkook’s sweet voice wraps around you like a cocoon, enveloping you in warmth and the rare sense of security. You can feel all your worries start to trickle out of your mind as the honey tone gently cleanses your thoughts. Your muscles relax and you’re fast asleep before he finishes the third verse.

He keeps humming and petting your head gently, then he leans down and kisses your head. “I love you.” He whispers breathlessly against your hair.

~ ~ ~

“I hate this.”

Jungkook frowns at your sad face and quickly pecks your pout, “Hey, I’ll be back by tonight. Promise.” He holds up his pinky finger and you wrap your pinky with his, smiling sadly when he wiggles your hand around as your pinkies are still intertwined.

“Alright! Let’s get this show on the road, people. Sooner we go, sooner we get back.” Seokjin calls out to everyone as you all say your quick goodbyes. You make a round of hugging each of them before going back to Jungkook.

“Stay inside, and don’t-“

“Don’t answer the door. If we hear anything suspicious, go to the attic and there’s a gun there. You won’t be back until late and you have a key, so it won’t be you.” You finish his sentence and smile at him, “We’ll be okay, Kookie. You need to be careful though, please. Don’t do anything stupid.” He laughs and nudges his nose against yours.

“I never do anything stupid.” He pecks your lips once, then again, and again until you’re giggling. “Come on, lover boy.” Yoongi calls out in exasperation, having stayed behind to make sure he comes. Jungkook rolls his eyes, glaring at the older vampire before he gives you one last kiss.

“I’ll see you tonight. Remember, you promised we could play that weird board game again that you suck at.” He laughs and you roll your eyes and push him, “Go and kill those vampires, stupid.”

Jungkook sends you one last wave as Yoongi drags him out.

~ ~ ~

“Taehyung and Jimin, this is where you guys stay.” Yoongi whispers to the two young men and they nod, immediately finding places to hide where they won’t be seen but can still be on the look-out.

Yoongi doesn’t have to say anything else as they watch the sun slowly sinking, after a few more minutes he nods, deeming it dark enough and they all make their way in a large gap from the house around to the front to act like they’re just arriving.

A few other vampires stroll out of the forest and Jungkook watches them carefully, sighing in relief when he doesn’t recognize them. They all walk to the front door and make their way in. The horror is almost tangible between them all when they see how many vampires are inside the small building. It looks a lot bigger on the inside than it does on the outside, and there are definitely fifty, if not more, vampires moving about and talking. A group say they’re going out to hunt and leave through the back door.

Jungkook swallows his anger as he thinks about what happened to you that night, his eyes scanning over the vampires as he silently hopes he gets to kill the ones that caught you. When he catches Seokjin’s gaze, he realizes he’s not the only one thinking the one thing he really didn’t want to think.

How the fuck are they going to all these vampires?

Jungkook notices Hoseok nod at Yoongi before making his way out the back door. He knows what he’s doing. The other day they decided someone needs to take out the vampires that go to hunt while the others deal with the rest. Hoseok had readily volunteered to do it.

So that leaves Namjoon, Yoongi, Seokjin and himself with at least forty vampires now.

Joy.

Jungkook tilts his head and cracks his neck, only ten vamps each, not so bad.

That’s when their attention gets drawn to a ruckus somewhere a few rooms down. “I told you what I wanted, you little bitch! So, do it!”

Then to the little group’s horror, a tall black-haired vampire comes out of a back room, his hand tightly gripping the arm of a very small girl. She has long black hair and her eyes are wide with fear as he throws her on the ground in front of all the now laughing vampires, but she doesn’t make a single peep. She looks to be at least twenty, but Jungkook thought she was a child at first with how small she is.

“What did she do this time?” A random vampire shouts from somewhere in the crowd of them and a girl vampire steps out to crouch next to her. She smirks evilly, “You being a bad girl? I think you need a punishment.”

The human girl keeps her head down, her hair falling over her face.

“Any takers?” The girl vampire looks smug as she looks over the silent crowd. It seems like they all want to jump at the chance to torture the poor girl, but they all hold back for some reason. Jungkook sees the black-haired vampire that dragged her out, smirk. It appears that he’s got some kind of authority here as he nods and steps forward.

“Looks like it’ll have to be me, sweetheart-”

“I want to do it.”

Jungkook whips his head to the side to see Seokjin stepping out of the little circle that they formed around the girl and the two vampires, an anxious hush moving over the crowd as they gape at the vampire that dared to challenge the one in charge.

The look of pure rage at being defied on the vampire leader’s face would’ve been priceless if it wasn’t this situation. Jungkook looks at Yoongi who’s thinking the same thought as him, his eyes wide in shock.

They never planned this scenario out.

~ ~ ~

“They ought to be here by now, don’t you think?” Yuri mumbles as she watches you give Koko his pellets. The little fish happily swims to the top to gobble up the food and you smile at him. Then you move to sit on the couch next to her, looking over at Ga-In who’s so focused on her book that you know she isn’t even reading it.

Nothing unusual happened since the boys left, and it has been dark out for hours now. She’s right, but you don’t want to tell her that. You’re already sick with worry yourself.

“They said it would be late, we shouldn’t worry yet.” You try to sound cheerful, but it falls flat when the other girls fail to reciprocate. You’re about to speak up again when the sound of a car pulling up makes your heart stop in your chest.

The boys didn’t take the car.

You all freeze, panic etched into all three of your faces as you try to figure out what to do.

When you finally come back to your senses, you’re on your feet and running to the stairs to get up to the attack and find the gun. The other girls race after you, but then, banging sounds on the door and Jimin’s voice comes through.

“It’s Jimin! It’s us, open the door!”

Ga-In turns and unlocks the door faster than lightening, throwing it open to reveal a panicked and panting Jimin.

A white minivan is haphazardly parked out front and you see the others all crowded around the door of the car while someone is shouting something.

“It’s Jin hyung.” Jimin says tearfully.

Your heart flies into your throat at his words and you look behind him to see Jungkook holding the eldest, trying his best to maneuver his body so he can carry him easier. “Move! Get out of the way.” Jungkook pants as he reaches the door, and everyone leaps out of his path. Jungkook heads to the living room and when you see Jin flopping around almost lifelessly in the youngest’s arms, you feel like you’ve been punched in the gut.

Jin is covered in blood.

And it’s definitely his own.

There’s a spot on his abdomen that’s soaked with blood, and you have a feeling he was stabbed there. You run to the kitchen and grab Jin’s first aid kit, then you run back, shoving everyone out of the way and hurrying to where Jungkook has just set the eldest down on the couch.

You dig around in the kit then you turn and start pointing at people and shouting commands. “Jimin, go get any cloth you can find, towels, bedsheets, I don’t care. Hoseok, get me warm water, and fast! Yuri, do you know where Jin keeps the sewing stuff?” The frightened girl nods and you point out the door. “Go get it for me.”

Jungkook watches you work furiously as you lift Jin’s shirt up and inspect the wound. It’s a deep gash about three inches long, definitely done with a knife. When Jimin and Hoseok come with the cloths and water, you press a bundle of cloth on the gash to stop the blood flow. Then, you dunk a rag into the bowl of warm water and gently wipe around Jin’s wound. A little tap on your shoulder makes you jump, and you turn to look at the girl standing behind you.

You’ve got no idea where the hell she’s come from, but none of the boys seem surprised. She kneels next to you, “How can I help?” She whispers quietly. “I- I was a nursing student.” You sigh with relief at that just as Yuri comes back and shoves the sewing kit at you. The strange nurse girl seems to understand where you’re going with that as she grabs the kit and opens it up, looking through it to find a needle and thread.

You don’t ask any questions about where she came from, all you’re worried about is Seokjin. You turn back to him to check on his state, then you look down to grab the alcohol from the medical kit. But your eyes shoot back up a moment later when it dawns on you. You quickly put your hand on Jin’s forehead, your eyes widening at the slight color in his face.

He’s warm.

Jin gasps in pain suddenly and you and Jungkook try to hush him and reassure him that he’s fine as the girl cleans his wound with the alcohol before pressing the cloth back on it. He doesn’t flail, he just bites his lip and groans.

That’s when it’s really confirmed for you, and you look at Jungkook who just nods solemnly. No wonder he isn’t healing like they usually do…you need to save him, and fast.

Because Seokjin isn’t a vampire anymore.

He’s a human.

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a/n: it’s 4 in the morning.

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→ summary: Excelling in every school subject, acing every math test and conquering the academic world is something you do as easily as breathing. As your residential social outcast nerd, you live rather as a recluse, talking to almost no one except for your dear ol’ cousin and that sweet boy in a few of your classes—Jungkook? was that his name? Befriending your ʰᵒᵗ AP stats teacher was the last thing on your high school senior agenda…

→ genre: 90% fluff, 8% crack, 2% angst | teacher!au & f2l!au

→ warnings: profanity (like y/n really needs to tone it down lmao) & kissing/making out

→ wordcount: 7.2k

You're still packing up your stuff after another math class when Jimin walks up to you. You stand up, swinging your backpack over your shoulders and look at your teacher, waiting for him to say something.

"Y/N..." Jimin begins. "Jin told me you eat lunch alone."

You freeze. "Uh y-yeah," you stutter, mental cursing Jin out for telling your teacher. "It's no big deal, I swear."

Jimin frowns, his forehead wrinkling. "Jin worries."

"He always worries," you say as you start to walk towards the door to leave.

"Wait, Y/N," Jimin says, making you stop in your tracks.

"Yes?" you say, turning around, slightly exasperated.

"You need to socialize with people your age," Jimin says. "How do I put this is a soft way? Um... A good student has good grades and a good social life."

You shrug. "I don't need a good social life if I have great grades," you counter, smiling goofily.

Jimin doesn't chuckle. He doesn't even smile. "Y/N, I'm serious. No one likes to be alone."

"You're starting to sound like Jin," you complain.

Jimin sighs. "Listen. I don't know if it's embarrassing for you to eat alone in the cafeteria, but you can eat in my classroom if it makes you feel any better."

You want to accept. You do feel absolutely humiliated as you eat the lunch Jin packs you every day in solitude. Everyone around you is always laughing with their friends, hanging around in groups. In your eyes, it seems like you're the only loner.

But deep down inside, you know you can't accept your teacher's invitation to eat lunch in his classroom.

"I'd like to, er... Mr. Park, but I can't," you say. "I'm sorry," you add. "People might spread rumors. And you know teens these days with their gossiping." You flush at the thought... Imagine if they knew you'd made out with him. You were sure that if you thought your teacher was physically attractive, other girls thought that too. They'd literally roast you on a stick if they found out...

Jimin nods, cheeks turning pink. "Ah, right, the rumors. I forgot about that. Well then, sorry for keeping you in, you should go. Have a good lunch."

"You too," you murmur as you leave. But you knew damn well lunchtime was your least favorite time of the day—it'd take some miracle for any lunch to be good.

You slowly walk to the cafeteria, stopping by your locker to waste some time. Counting slow seconds, you trade out your math book with your philosophy textbook and make sure each thing in your locker is sitting up straight in an orderly fashion. You kill even more time when you start to alphabetize your textbooks -- which only takes a few seconds. So you disorganize the books just to reorder them in color order, starting from your red math book and ending with your purple French book.

Every day, you spend at least a good ten minutes at your locker, taking your time before you had to embarrassingly sit all by yourself to eat.

Today, you unlock your phone, leaning into your locker as you checked your usually very few texts. Due to your lack of friends, Jin was the only one who would regularly text you. And now you see that he had sent you at least ten texts in a row.

"Hi Y/N!" a bright voice calls and you look up from your phone, turning around and facing away from your locker. "So... how's it going?"

"Oh, uh hey, Jungkook," you say, closing your locker door. "Everything's going okay." You shrug, but heart beating a bit inside. It was weird to see one of the school's popular boys to give you, a loner, so much attention every day. This boy would not leave you alone in school.

Jungkook smiles, his nose scrunching up and his eyes brightening. "Well, that's good to hear. Want me to hold your books for you?" he asks, gesturing towards the three textbooks you were currently carrying.

"No, it's fine," you decline, shifting the heavy books in your arms.

"Oh, okay," Jungkook shrugs. "Hey, if you ever want to eat lunch with someone... uh, I'm always... available. You can eat with me anytime! Maybe, uh even right now!"

As cool as it would be to eat with such a devilishly good-looking guy in your grade, you can't help but immediately decline.

"I'm sorry, Jungkook. I like eating by myself," you say, feeling guilty as Jungkook's face falls. "But um... you're welcome to take some of my food."

His face lights up at that and you smile a little.

"On second thought, you can have my lunch," you say as you shove Jin's deliciously cooked sack lunch meal into Jungkook's hands. "I... uh, gotta get going now." You quickly rush away.

"I'd rather eat with you than eat your food, though!" Jungkook calls as you walk away.

Shaking your head, you just check your phone while you escape. You see a few new texts from your cousin and you reply right away.

It's been a few days since Jimin's invited you to eat lunch in his classroom. You're packing your stuff up again when you see Jimin standing in front of your desk.

"Hey, can I have a word?" he says.

"Yes?"

"I was wondering why you decline every invitation for you to eat with your peers," your teacher says, placing a hand on your desk.

You raise your eyebrows.

"A few days ago with Jungkook..." Jimin says.

"Did Jin tell you?" you immediately counter, leaning back in your seat and sighing. "I need to start telling him to keep his dramatic mouth to himself."

"Actually, I saw you," Jimin says.

"You were watching me?" you ask, frowning.

"Well, I was passing by and I happened to see you," Jimin quickly adds. "I used to think the other kids didn't like you. I thought maybe they were bullying you for being so smart. But then I saw that your peers do like you and you're the one that's pushing them away. Why?"

You flinch. "I like solitude," you say. "The kids here are probably fake anyway."

Your teacher sighs. "If that's what you tell yourself then fine. But I've been thinking, Y/N... since you're such a math whiz, I was wondering if you want to start a math club during lunch," Jimin says, crouching down to your eye level.

You don't even hesitate. "No thanks, Mr. Park," you say. "Besides, I don't know enough people to make a club."

Jimin smiles warmly, his pretty, pink lips curling up slightly as his eyes sparkle. "That's okay, I'll recruit the people for you."

"I don't know Mr. Park..." you say. "What would a math club do, anyway?"

"You won't be alone too often during lunch anymore," Jimin says. "And you'll be able to enter math competitions and win, you know, make your school proud...Make Jin proud..."

"I really don't know, Mr. Park," you say.

"C'mon, Y/N," Jimin says, eyes turning wide, almost as if he were pouting. "It'll be good for you."

You raise an eyebrow of doubt.

"I'm telling you this as your teacher," Jimin says, then he leans in, whispering the next part, "and as your friend." He smiles warmly at you.

You flush at the proximity as you pause, then slowly nod. "I... o-okay." You give in and you think it's partly because of your teacher's sunny smile. "Thank you," you add, not forgetting your manners.

Jimin nods, leaning back and standing up. "No problem." He smiles at you.

You walk out of your math class highly dazed. You can't stop thinking about Jimin's words.

As your friend... As your friend... As your friend...

He's your friend?! You barely even remember what a friend is—it's been a long time since you've had one. Is it someone you hang out with? Someone you can laugh with? Or someone you can rely on and someone that cares about you?

You think back to how Jimin would always put you first during the beach house vacation, giving you better seats with better views, letting you have the better choice of snacks and the larger tub of ice cream. Maybe it was because you are a girl, or maybe it was because he's your friend.

You shrug. You don't think there's typically anything illegal with being friends with your teacher.

"Y/N!" you hear someone shout from behind you, breaking you from your thoughts. It sounds like Jungkook. And sure enough, when you turn around, you see the handsome boy jogging towards you.

"Hey," you say as you shift your hefty backpack on your shoulders.

"I'll hold that for you if it's too heavy," Jungkook offers, his muscular arms on display as he reaches out for your backpack.

"Um, no thanks," you quickly say. "I'm uh... on my period, I need the bag," you fib. "Sorry, um, I think I need to go to the restroom." And with that, you quickly push past Jungkook and find your way to the girl's restroom, deciding to eat your lunch in there.

Sitting down on the toilet seat with a bit of leftover sushi, you think back to your math teacher.

"I can't believe I have a friend..." you breathe.

A friend other than Jin!

A wave of happiness floods through you. "A friend! I have a friend!" you shriek in glee.

Surely if Jin trusted him, you could trust him too.

History wouldn't repeat itself... right?

Now you're starting to see some pattern. Every weekend, you hang out with Jimin and your cousin. It's not like you don't want to either—both of them are good company.

Besides, sometimes even you need breaks from your arduous studying. This time, you three go bowling, which you're kinda bad at.

You're losing, 95 to 120 and 200. Jin was in the lead, just like always. Obviously, it was his idea to come here in the first place. You just order another coke and drink away your soon-to-be loss.

Jimin slouches on the seat next to you, sighing. "Man, this is not my day," he says. "I bet $10 on my win."

You laugh. "You should've known not to bet. Jin's literally the bowling master."

Jimin shrugs, taking your coke out of your hands and downing the rest of it, his pink lips resting on the cold metal of the red can as he gulps away.

"Gross!" you say, "I was just drinking that."

Jimin pauses. "Oops."

You roll your eyes. "Don't spit it out that's just worse."

"I wasn't planning to," Jimin laughs. "Oh yeah, and I've been meaning to tell you—I've recruited 10 people already for the math club. Including you, that's 11."

You nod. How could you forget about the math club? "Wow, thanks," you say. "So how exactly am I supposed to prepare for it?"

"We'll prepare together," Jimin says. "We'll make practice worksheets and research math competitions."

"Sounds good," you say, tossing the empty coke can towards Jimin. "You drank it, you throw it away."

"Aw, fine," Jimin says as he pouts a bit, plump lips pulling out. You roll your eyes jokingly as he leaves his seat to trash the can.

Relaxing in your seat, you smile to yourself. Maybe... just maybe, the math club might be... fun.

"Strike!" Jin cries, startling you from your thoughts as he runs off the bowling platform. "I won!" he shouts. "Loser buys dinner!"

You whine. "Hey, you should've told me that before I stopped trying!"

Jimin returns to the scene, grinning. "I vote for lobster night."

"Me too," Jin grins.

"Oh, c'mon, I don't even work, I live off of my allowance!" you complain.

But Jin grasps your hands, looking into your eyes with a puppy dog look as Jimin stares at you with his doe-eyes. "I love you, Y/N," your cousin whines.

You sigh, rolling your eyes. "You just had to pull the I love you card. But fine." You can't believe you gave in to their pleading. "But you two are buying desserts!"

"Sounds like a plan," Jimin and Jin chime in.

You smile as you skip your way to the car. You feel happy—as if the pains of your past don't bother you anymore.

Your eyes light up at the delicious meal placed before you, the alabaster meat of the lobster creating hot steam that disappears into the warm night air.

"Close your mouth, Y/N, you're going to drool," Jin jokes as he spears you a piece of the lobster meat on your fork, dipping it slightly in warm, liquefied butter. "Say ah," he says.

You roll your eyes but take the meat thankfully, chewing the soft white meat and groaning at the heavenly taste. "This is heaven."

"God, try the steak too—this is delicious!" Jimin says as he starts to cut up his steak into smaller pieces.

Jin takes a piece of his friend's steak and pops it into your mouth and you obediently chew and swallow, the burst of savory taste making your eyes roll back into your head. "How come I never knew this place existed until now?" you cry as you start to shove all kinds of food into your mouth. You have no shame when it comes to eating.

"This is thanks to Jimin," Jin replies with his mouth stuffed full. "He recommended this place."

Jimin laughs, a hand delicately covering his mouth. "You two eat in the same way," he giggles. "The effects of living with each other?"

"Do you approve of them being together?" the sudden voice makes you jump, almost dropping the precious rib you had been consuming.

All three of you look up to see your waitress, beaming as she twirls a strand of her hair with her finger.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Jimin asks politely.

"I asked if you approve of your sister over there with her date," the waitress says. "They're a lovely couple."

"Er—"

Jimin shoots a look at you and Jin as both of you start to laugh, you even snorting in the process.

"I'm sorry!" Jin cries hysterically, placing a hand over his stomach. "We're cousins! And Jimin is just a friend, not Y/N's brother!"

The waitress blushes red. "Oh goodness! I'm so sorry," she says. "I just assumed... you were living with her... I—"

"It's fine," Jimin chuckles. "I guess it would've seemed like that from an outside perspective. Now can you do me a favor and get the bill?"

The waitress looks faint as even Jimin's slight smile produces some sort of a reaction. "Yes, I'll get on that!" she says as she quickly walks away, keeping her head low to hide her blush.

"Do we really look like a couple?" you ask as you suck your fingers off from the barbeque sauce of the ribs.

"Honestly, yeah," Jimin says, shrugging. "A married couple 'cause you're always bickering too. But it's cute."

Jin laughs. "So, the waitress had a thing for you, Jimin," he suddenly teases.

Jimin rolls his eyes. "She was just being nice."

"Blushing cheeks? Touching her hair? Nah, she was trying to flirt," you say, wiping your hands off on a napkin and taking a sip of your glass of water.

"Whatever. Y/N, you're paying," Jimin says, changing the topic.

You grin. You'd been waiting for this moment. "Oops," you say, shrugging. "Forgot my wallet."

"Y/N!" Jin cries. "You've got to be kidding!"

"Actually, no," you reply. "I'm not kidding at all. Guess someone else will have to pay," you smile adorably.

"I don't have my credit cards with me!" Jin panics. "And I used up most of my big bills for bowling too!"

"Likewise!" Jimin says, eyebrows furrowing in worry.

"Y/N, you are dead when we get home," Jin seethes as you smile innocently.

"If we get home," you answer, not even the slightest bit worried.

"Whatever, Jimin can flirt his way out of anything," Jin sighs. "Do your thing with the waitress, Jimin," he says as your teacher rolls his eyes.

"Here's the bill, according to your favor," the waitress says as she neatly places the bill in front of Jimin, smiling at him all the while.

Jimin gives you and Jin an 'I will kill you look' before he smiles back at the waitress. "Sweetheart," he starts, his voice sweet and smooth, "it seems that all 3 of us have forgotten our wallets, silly us," he chuckles lightly.

"Oh dear," the waitress says, but she doesn't really look concerned, she's too busy making googly-eyes at your teacher's full lips. Jimin looks like he's got her wrapped around his finger already. "I-I t-think I have to call the manager," the waitress stutters.

"No need, honey," Jimin purrs. "I'll bring my wallet from home; I promise, it'll only take a few minutes."

The waitress stares deeply into your teacher's alluring eyes as she absentmindedly nods.

"Thank you, baby," Jimin says, winking as he stands up. "Your tip," he chuckles lowly as he fishes out the waitress's notebook from her pocket and scrawls down a series of numbers: presumably his phone number. "I'll be back, guys. Y/N, you owe me money."

And with that, your teacher leaves. You let out a breath you didn't even know you'd been holding in. Had you really just been affected by your teacher's flirting?

You mentally slap yourself. No, Y/N! Snap out of it!

"He's... beautiful," the waitress whispers to herself, mesmerized.

You roll your eyes. "Not when you owe him money," you mutter.

The waitress squeals as she looks down at her notebook to see a phone number. "I caught a case!" she sings, placing a dramatic hand to her heart.

Jin leans into you. "How much do you wanna bet that's actually not his number?" he whispers.

"I'm in the same boat as you, that's totally not his number," you whisper back, huffing. "I still can't believe Jimin thinks I owe him money."

"Well, you were supposed to pay," Jin sighs. "But I'm not even angry at you anymore, especially because of that hilarious show Jimin just put on. He told me he was always such a good flirt."

"He told me he was just a nerd!" you say, frowning.

"Why? You can't be a nerd if you flirt?" Jin cocks his eyebrows.

"Well, no—"

"Then your teacher was a flirty nerd, learn a few things from him!" Jin scolds you lightly. You roll your eyes.

"No thanks," you say. "I'd rather get good grades than get guys."

"Spoken like a true nerd," Jimin says as he claps, huffing lightly as he slides into his seat. "I've decided that dinner and dessert will be on me, you're welcome."

Your teacher grins, sending your heart beating wildly. Calm yourself, Y/N, it's just free food, nothing else.

"I'm going to KILL him!" you hear your cousin shriek as you get ready for school.

"Kill who?" you ask as you race into your cousin's room to witness some early morning drama.

"YOUR MATH TEACHER!" Jin screams. He shoves his phone into your hands and you burst out in hysterical laughter after reading what was presented before you on your cousin's screen.

"My stomach hurts!" you wheeze, doubling over from your laughter. "Her response, your reply! It's everything!"

"Yeah, well, my stomach doesn't hurt," Jin says, rolling his eyes. "Jimin'll be dead before you even walk into his class."

"Not if I don't warn him beforehand!" you sing as swing your weighty backpack over your shoulder.

"Who's side are you on, Y/N?" Jin cries as you're already halfway out the front door. "I'm your cousin!"

"But Jimin's my friend!" you call out before you slam the door shut.

"Is this problem too hard?" Jimin asks, tapping on your shoulder with his pencil. Both of you are sprawled on the floor, side by side, with stacks of paper and two laptops, busily researching competitions to attend and at the same time, creating practice questions.

You take your pencil and the paper where Jimin had written down a problem. Taking a look at it for a few minutes, you turn to your teacher. "0.4987," you say.

"You did that in your head?" Jimin asks, amazed. "Did you memorize the z-score table or something?"

"Just a little bit," you confess. "But it is a challenging problem," you add. "It's good, let's add it. Hey, can you try solving mine?"

Jimin takes your paper, gripping his pencil and scribbling on work for the next couple of minutes. "17.4?" he asks, setting down his pencil.

"Close, 17.9," you say. "Maybe I did the math wrong."

"Wait no," Jimin says, frowning at his work. "Shit, I calculated the wrong radian. I'm lucky I even got a close answer."

You giggle. "Did the legendary math teacher make a mistake?" you gasp dramatically, placing a hand on your lips.

"Oh shut up," Jimin says, nudging you. "But it's a good problem—it tricked me."

You nod, grinning. "Let's add it to the list!"

So far you two had come up with about thirty problems, working nonstop to cover all the bits and corners of math from Algebra I all the way to Statistics.

You were honestly a bit worn out. Sure, you like math, but this was just too much of it. You roll over to the side, stretching out and yawning.

"I'm hungry," you realize, placing a hand on your growling stomach.

Jimin laughs. "No wonder Jin calls you a hog sometimes."

"Hey, watch it!" you slap Jimin's shoulder. "That was not appropriate!"

That only makes your teacher laugh even harder.

"I would cook for you," Jimin says, "but I don't want to burn the house and kill us both."

"Yeah, I'm too young to die," you chime in, standing up. "I'm gonna see if there's anything in the fridge."

You walk over to your refrigerator which is always filled to the brim, thanks to Jin. Luckily, there's leftover pasta from last night, which you try to take out.

"Wow I need Jin to stock up my fridge too," Jimin says, extremely close to your ear. He's bending forward, face hovering over your right shoulder. You jump back, surprised, nearly dropping the glass container. You should've fallen over but strangely, you're still standing.

You turn back to see Jimin securing you, his warm hands placed on your waist. Quickly, you regain your balance and Jimin lets go of your waist only after he makes sure you won't fall over again.

You swear your cheeks are flushing red as you can still feel the ghost of Jimin's hands hovering over your waist.

God, how embarrassing.

Every single time you two have some sort of contact, you can't help but remember that night when your teacher had been drunk...

You shake the thought away. Stop it, Y/N! You're supposed to be way over that!

"Stop being so clumsy, Y/N," Jimin laughs. "Actually though, I'm impressed you didn't drop the glass container."

You nod quickly, taking no time to get offended or tease back. You briskly take the container to the microwave, heating the pasta up the lazy way.

Jimin's already rummaging about for two plates and some silverware as you set the water down.

It's strange how close you've become with Jimin, how routinely it seemed to be to eat with him or even be around him. But it was a nice kind of strange.

Jimin opens the microwave a second before it would start beeping, taking out the nice, warm pasta. He splits the meal between you two, giving you the larger half.

"Wow, thanks," you say.

"No problem, Y/N the hog," Jimin jokes. You scoff, slightly offended, lightly hitting Jimin's shoulder. Laughing and poking your cheek teasingly, your teacher hands you a fork and a napkin. "Bon appetit!" he says before you both dig in.

Maybe about minutes later you finish up the last noodle of your spaghetti and you pat your stomach in satisfaction. "Ah, I feel so much better now."

Jimin chuckles as he pushes his finished plate away and looks up at you. But as soon as his eyes meet your face, your teacher starts to laugh hysterically. "Ah, Y/N, you're such a messy eater!"

"Wow, thanks," you say as you frown slightly.

"No, really," Jimin says as he suddenly leans forward. Your breath hitches as your teacher reaches out to your face with his hand. His thumb lightly brushes against the edge of your lip and your mouth quivers slightly. "Spaghetti sauce," Jimin whispers as his thumb still lingers near your lips.

Stupid Y/N. Why would your teacher linger around your lips like that? It's just your dumbass imagination.

"Well, well, well," a voice calls from near the entrance of your house. You turn around to see Jin who was smirking, looking teasingly at you and Jimin, whose thumb was still near your mouth. "Spaghetti is such a romantic dinner," Jin chuckles.

Jimin rolls his eyes as he grabs a napkin and wipes his thumb off with it. "Nice to see you too, Seokjin," he says.

"Y/N, when I told you to get a boyfriend, I didn't mean my best friend," Jin teases you, grinning mischievously.

You roll your eyes. "Whatever. You and I both know that dating for me is impossible," you say.

"I know, I know," Jin laughs. "You two are the last people I'd ever suspect to date others."

"Well I'm sorry I love my job," Jimin says while rolling his eyes. Then, he stands up, gathering your plate and his as he heads over to place them in the kitchen sink. "It's getting kind of late. I should go now," your teacher says as he picks up his laptop from the floor.

"You can stay if you want," Jin offers.

"No, it's fine," Jimin says. "I can handle being alone for a little while," he jokes as he takes his jacket off the coat rack and places it over his shoulders. "Thanks for dinner."

You nod. "And thanks for coming over and helping me with the math club stuff," you reply.

"No problem. Good night, Y/N, Jin," Jimin says, slipping on his shoes and opening the front door of your house.

"Good night, Jimin," you and Jin both say in sync as you watch Jimin disappear behind the door; the last thing you see is his bright smile and waving hand.

Jin turns to you. "So you're on a first-name basis with Jimin, huh?" he asks, poking you.

You roll your eyes. "I don't call my friends by their surnames, you know. Do I call you Mr. Kim?"

"Well no, and that's because I'm not your teacher," Jin points out. He chuckles. "So, I saw him wipe the sauce off your face," your cousin teases. "He did that even though there were napkins right next to him."

Your face slowly flushes red as you realize your cousin was right. There had been napkins next to you and your teacher, but he had chosen to use his thumb to wipe away the sauce near your lips.

"Whatever," you say. "Does it matter?"

But late at night, when you were supposed to be drifting off asleep, you still couldn't stop thinking about your teacher's thumb tracing across your lip, even hovering there afterward.

There were goddamn napkins next to him... Why didn't he use them?

"Alright, everyone! Welcome to the first math club meeting!" Jimin says as he clasps his hands together. "This club will be run by Y/N, so show her some respect and give her your full attention!" Your teacher steps to the side revealing you, shaking out of nervosity and gripping your sweaty hands together.

"So... uh," you pause. "I'm uh, Y/N. Senior. Seventeen..." you trail off, looking helplessly at Jimin for help. He just gives you a small thumbs up.

A buttload of help that was.

"I... uh, don't really think I know any of you... But I assume you guys are all good at math," you try, fidgeting nervously with your hands. "Maybe we could go around saying our names and grades?"

A murmur of agreement sets in as a girl speaks first. "I'm Sarah, a junior."

"Hey, I'm August and I'm in 10th grade."

"Yo I'm Nicole and I'm a senior."

"Hi Y/N," a familiar voice says. "I'm Jungkook and I'm a senior."

Jeon Jungkook. Again?

He followed you into the math club? You eye Jimin who just shrugs.

The other six introductions you kind of zone out on because you're in a frenzy, trying to think of what to say or do afterward.

As soon as the last person introduces themselves, you nervously speak what you had planned out in your head. "Um... I assume everyone here likes math because we're going to be doing a boatload of it," you say. "We'll be going on one major competition this year, and uh, depending on how that goes, we'll go on more next year (if the club is still around)." The club members all nod.

"I guess... We can start naming our strengths in math so I know who to send out for different divisions in the upcoming math competition," you say. "Um... Jungkook? Wanna start us off?"

"Oh, uh, I personally like application problems a lot. But um, I'm good at mental math," he says.

You nod, then pause. "63 times 12?" you ask.

"756," Jungkook answers will little pause.

From the corner, Sarah, August and Nicole all gasp in a unison.

"What the hell? I can barely add that in my head," August says.

Jimin chuckles from the corner. "I'm sure you can. How else can you score hundreds on your exams?"

You smile, feeling energized as you see so many talented people in the same room as you were. But you have to remind yourself to still keep your guard. You can't go going around making friends.

"August? What's your specialty?" you ask.

"Algebra II, I guess. Kinda passed it better than my other math classes," August says.

"Kinda?" Nicole says. "You passed that shit with flying colors." She pauses, looking apologetically at Jimin. "Oops sorry, I'll watch my language."

Jimin laughs. "It's fine. Even I let f-bombs slip sometimes. Just don't do it too often."

You can see out of the corner of your eye, Nicole literally melting to the floor and you realize the effect Jimin had on the female students or females in general.

"Nicole? Your talent?" you ask.

"Calculus for sure," she says right away. "That shi—I mean, that class was really easy."

"Sarah?"

"Hey, August and Nicole dragged me into this. I kinda suck at math," she says, raising up her hands in defense.

"Stop it, bro," August says. "Your geometry grade slayed me."

Sarah rolls her eyes. "Fine. I guess I'm okay at geometry. But only geometry."

The list goes on and on. Some people specialized in earlier levels of math while others specialized in later levels—and there was a perfect balance.

"So, what do you specialize in?" Jungkook suddenly asks, looking at you.

"Me?" you say, bewildered.

"Yeah, you," Jungkook laughs.

"Uh... Well..."

"Y/N's specialty is math itself," Jimin explains, winking at you.

You flush slightly and shake your head. "I'm good at statistics," you say.

"The best at statistics," Jimin butts in and you give him a look.

"Anyways," you say, "I think we have a very well-rounded team!" You clap your hands together and smile and the club members. "Next meeting is next week, same day and time. We'll be using teamwork to solve a series of random problems. So... um, I guess this is it for today then. Uh, thank you so much for coming guys. I guess you can go now," you say. "And sorry I'm so awkward," you mutter to yourself.

"Bye!" everyone chimes as they start to pick up their backpacks, some already heading out for the door. Jungkook's the last one out of the classroom. But just as he was about to shut the door, he pokes his head into the classroom and grins at you. "You're not awkward at all," he says. "The meeting was nice. I look forward to the next one!"

"Thanks," you say, nodding as Jungkook waves his goodbye and leaves off to lunch. You turn to your teacher, giving him a look. "Jimin," you hiss quietly. "Stop bragging about me in front of the other club members!"

"Oh?" Jimin asks as he raises his eyebrow. "Why not? Y/N, your humility is admirable, but you've got to learn that you're literally a genius. Own it."

"You're starting to sound like Jin again," you sing. "And it's not like I can go around telling people I'm good at math. You know, no one likes a boastful brat," you add.

Your teacher laughs. "So, do you like the students I chose?"

"I see you put in Jungkook," you say, crossing your arms.

"He likes you," Jimin chuckles. "I think it's hilarious how he keeps hinting at you but you pretend to be oblivious!"

You roll your eyes. "Too bad I won't like him back. I'm not looking for friends anytime soon."

"Are Jin and I enough?" Jimin teases.

"Honestly, yeah," you answer. "But the girls in the club were really nice."

"Yeah. I purposely left out the bitchy, smartass ones," Jimin whispers, giving you another wink. "You'll only hang out with the best."

You laugh. "Woah, sounds like you went through some major student sorting for the club," you comment.

"How'd you guess?" Jimin asks sarcastically.

"Had a hunch," you reply, grinning. "So, uh... I guess I'll leave for lunch now," you say, standing up.

"Hey, lunch ends in five minutes," Jimin says. "You can stay for five minutes right?"

You look out the window, searching for anyone lurking around. But then you realize no one in their right mind would lurk around some math classroom during lunch.

"Yeah, I guess I can," you say, smiling. You set down your backpack and sit up on your desk. "So, did you know the girls in the club have a bit of a crush on you?"

Jimin laughs. "You mean the way they look at me?"

"Yeah, it's pretty hilarious," you say, giggling.

"I can't blame them," Jimin smirks. "They'd be crazy not to like me," he chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly.

You push his shoulder, rolling your eyes. "That's borderline illegal," you say, giggling.

"Not as illegal as that one Friday night," Jimin sings.

Your face steams. "Jimin!" you shriek, then immediately lowering your voice. "We wordlessly agreed not to mention that!"

"That's the thing, Y/N," Jimin laughs. "We wordlessly agreed. As far as I can see, I can continue mentioning it," he teases. "Besides, it's hilarious now, don't you think? To think that a stupid mistake I made could turn into friendship? How many mistakes do you know of that turned into miracles? I'm telling you, not many."

You feel the blush creeping up on your cheeks and you look away. "I guess," you mutter.

Suddenly, the loud bell rings, signaling that lunch was over. As if expecting it, you quickly get off from your desk, heaving your backpack over your shoulders.

"Take care, Y/N," Jimin says. "I'll see you soon."

You nod, still red from your teacher's previous words as you quickly walk out of the classroom.

God, some friend he was.

You still can't believe Jin was going to leave you. This would probably be the first time he wouldn't be by your side for such a long time.

Apparently, the drama team had been invited to some state theater competition and so Jin had to leave with them for a week.

Jin had been overly worried, as usual, asking Jimin to pick you up and take you to school. You knew if Jimin wasn't available, Jin would've canceled the whole trip; he would never let you be truly independent. In fact, Jin knew you were terrible at cooking, so he stayed up a whole night cooking a week's worth of homemade meals for you since you weren't allowed to eat out alone.

Sometimes you wonder how someone can be so kind and thoughtful.

So, there you are, waiting after school in Jimin's classroom. You'd already finished your homework and you were looking around the room, slightly bored.

"How about you help me grade these papers if you're so bored?" Jimin suggests from his desk, pulling down his glasses just a bit.

"Is it that obvious?" you laugh as you pull up a chair next to your teacher and friend.

"Yeah," Jimin chuckles as he hands you a stack of ungraded tests from his lower-level math class. "I trust you know what to do. The answer key's right there. Don't double jeopardize."

You nod, picking up a red pen and starting to grade. But the first test takes you twenty minutes to grade. There are just too many things to correct. The second test takes even longer—you end up marking off every question except three. You gulp.

Jimin leans over your work as you pause. "You're doing great," he says. "Don't feel too bad about it; these kids mess around during lectures—they probably don't even know what 'math' means."

You nod shortly. "Okay..." you say. But five tests in, you've lost hope for humanity. "This person thought 7 plus 5 was 35!" you shriek. "I'm so done!"

Jimin chuckles. "Believe it or not, it's a common mistake."

You want to cry. "That's like saying 3 plus 6 is 18!"

"You'll get used to it," Jimin says. "Just wait until you get one of those kids who doodle on their test and doesn't write any of their answers down."

"You mean... like this guy?" you ask, holding up a completely blank test with only the name and date up at the top and some drawing of a tank shooting innocent stick people.

"Oh yeah... That kid just gave up," Jimin sighs. "I don't think my students try anymore," he says. "I'm only trying to push them so they can get better. Math only gets harder..."

You nod. "I agree. It's their fault for not trying."

Jimin shrugs. "But I still have those A-students who try their best." He holds up a test with a large 98 circled up at the top with a smiley face next to it. "This kid's gonna end up getting over 100 because of the curve."

You laugh. "Well, that sounds familiar."

Jimin nods. "Honestly, why can't my students be like you? Then I won't even have to curve." He smiles at you admiringly, making you blush slightly.

"I'm pretty sure if every single student got A's on your test, it'd look like your tests are too easy," you say. "Then you'd get in trouble."

"True," Jimin sighs, stretching and taking off his glasses. "Hey, thanks for helping me," he says.

"I only graded like six tests," you protest.

"And now I only have ten more to go," Jimin answers. "I'll finish it at home. Sorry to keep you waiting until 8," he says. "I'll take you home now."

"Okay!" you chirp, heaving your heavy backpack on your shoulders as you wait for Jimin to carry his bag full of tests.

The car ride home is cheerful as Jimin talks on and on, never letting the mood fall from happiness.

"I swear, these days, the kids with fourth-period gym stink up my whole classroom in the fifth period!" he complains, wrinkling his nose.

You giggle. "You should get some air fresheners," you say.

"Oh no, but that won't solve the problem at all," Jimin continues. "They wipe their sweat on the desks -- it's as if the smell is permanently etched into the classroom!"

At that, you laugh out loud. "The freshmen dudes, am I right?"

Jimin nods at you knowingly. "I was never that stinky in the 9th grade," he says, thoughtfully. "Granted, I dropped all of my physical education classes to take extra math classes."

"What a nerd!" you tease.

"You would do the same if you could!" Jimin accuses, laughing.

"Point taken," you say. "But I don't think there are any more math classes I have left to take. I've taken everything our school offers."

"Oh? Is Y/N getting snooty?" your teacher teases.

"What? No!" you quickly defend yourself. "I was just stating facts!"

"Snooty facts," Jimin chuckles.

You scoff. "Fine then. Be that way," you say, crossing your arms.

"Is Y/N mad now?" Jimin asks, looking over at you as he drives.

"Yes," you lie.

"I think Y/N is lying," Jimin sings with a teasing lilt to his voice that makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head.

"Am not!"

"Am too!" Jimin winks.

You slump in your seat. "What's the point of trying anymore."

Jimin laughs heartedly as he pulls his car to a smooth stop. "We have arrived," he says formally, no doubt teasing you again.

"Thank god," you reply. But as slightly annoyed as you are, you're almost sad that the car ride is over.

"Good night, Y/N," Jimin says as you get out of his car. "Make sure to get your sleep so you don't wear yourself out."

His sudden caring words make you smile. "Okay," you reply. "Well, good night to you too," you say, shutting the car door. "See you tomorrow."

"See you."

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