#3. think about the last time this happened (j situation) and how quickly he reacted

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[itsgottabeyoo-ngs]

Caught & Compromised (M)

Jung Hoseok Oneshot

••☀ Author: @itsgottabeyoo-ngs

••☀Summary: It wasn’t like you were really doing anything wrong. If anything it was a compliment, if not a compliment-it was definitely his fault. That, you wouldn’t waiver on.

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“Don’t stop on my account.”

In which Hobi walks in on you seeking out your own pleasure - without him.

••☀Pairing(s): J-hope-Jung Hoseok/Reader

••☀ Word Count: 3.93k

••☀ Rating: 18+

••☀ A.N: This work was inspired by a comment left on my previous work, hope it's what you were envisioning <3

As always, thank you to @pinknamjoon or being the best in every way imaginable. I wouldn’t know what to do without you!

Thank you to my girls that keep me motivated and grounded, @junghoseokit, @dariangarcia and @ilikemesometaetaes. Love you all so much <3

••☀ Tags: Smut | Established Relationship!au | J-hope/Jung Hoseok!au | Caught in the Act!au | PWP

••☀ Warnings: unprotected sex, light breathplay, light overstimulation, soft dom hoseok, mastrubation, light voyeurism, dirty talk, sex toys, creampie, swearing, mentioned aftercare, Hobi is still a dom but surprisingly soft, we need cypher part 5, light degrader/degradee kink, reader is a lil bit of a pain slut

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You swear you had locked the door. You swear you checked your phone multiple times for his message that he was finally heading home. You specifically remember him telling you that he would be getting home late tonight.

And yet - there he was, staring at you with his signature gaze - dark, powerful and accusatory. One which he normally reserved for his role as lead dancer, waiting for the boys to mess up, scrutinising their every movement, and sizing up the competition.

It wasn’t like you were really doing anything wrong. If anything it was a compliment, and if not a compliment-it was definitely his fault. That, you wouldn’t waiver on.

He had been practically living in the studio for the last couple of weeks with Yoongi and Namjoon, working on some ‘secret project’ that you had been hoping was Cypher 5. Though, now you were sure that even if it was, he would never tell you.

It goes without saying that you had missed him. You did let him know that you were thinking about him often. You had meant it in more of a, ‘the bed feels cold without you in the mornings, I miss eating meals together and cuddling on the couch, I saw this and it reminded me of you’ kind of way. However, when you had found yourself missing him in...other ways, you were too weak to deny yourself the indulgence of picturing him in that Dior outfit, hip-thrusting on the stage.

He had told you before that touching yourself without his permission or knowledge was, in other words, prohibited- punishable even.

So when he walked in on you as you had your sweat-glistened head thrown back, a vibrator deep inside your walls, and profanities falling out of your mouth, your blood ran cold and you knew you were in for it.

Now, having pulled the blankets over yourself and removed the toy from within you, you watch him, unable to gauge or read his intentions. His gaze never leaves your face and you can feel your cheeks heating up with embarrassment and, excitement?

“Don’t stop on my account.” He chuckles darkly, sauntering over to the bed, looking around the room with an impish grin spreading across his lips.

You feel the bed dip down next to you from his weight, unable to lock eyes with him any longer, you watch his hands as he rubs them together slowly. You startle when he begins speaking again.

“Imagine my surprise,” He pauses, waiting for you to look up at him, “When I come home early to spend time with my princess, and she’s already occupied with a little friend.” He smiles evilly, tugging down the covers to reveal your purple vibrator, noticeably wet.

Your breath hitches in your chest, unsure what his motives are as he picks up the toy and turns it on.

Bzzzzzzz

The sound, though faint, rings powerfully throughout the room.

He notices your confusion and hesitation as he reaches out to lay his hand on your leg.

“I could hear you as soon as I came through the front door, princess. Did you want the neighbours to hear you? Hmmm?” He hums, methodically trailing his slender fingers up and down your naked thigh.

You quickly shake your head, noticing he’s awaiting a response. His stare is icy. He wants me to speak, say something- you will your mouth to move and make sounds as he raises an eyebrow, now curling his fingers around your soft skin and squeezing at your flesh, leaving the skin underneath a bright shade of red.

“N-no.” You choke out, trying to even your breath and suppress the bubbling urge building in your throat to giggle out of nervousness and anticipation.

Hobi had two moods when it came to you breaking the rules. He either turned the other cheek and let it slide, never drawing too much attention to the wrongdoing. Or, he punished you for it and made it very clear that it would not happen again.

He didn’t do this in a violent manner, you two had a very loving relationship. However, he would hold it over your head and use it as his excuse for getting you all worked up over, and over and over again, but never letting you cum. He never failed to get creative, like that one time, when he made you wear a buttplug all day - your final exams for uni of all days - and failed to tell you that he had a remote control that could activate it anywhere and anytime. His punishments were never cruel, but the fact that you never knew how he would react or when he would decide was the right time to ‘educate’ you always left you anxious and excited.

Would it be a handful of spankings tonight? Perhaps work you up to your limit, leaving you craving your release and never giving it to you? Or maybe, he’d do nothing but tease you, making your face turn red and your panties wet as he humiliated you for how weak you were for not being able to refrain from pleasuring yourself without his permission?

Your body trembles at the thought as your mouth runs dry, looking up at him again. His expression has changed, he now looks down at you with amusement. Maybe he knows I’m trying to figure out what he’s going to do to me, you think, only half-certain that he can read minds.

“Trying to figure out what I’m going to do with you, princess?” He asks sweetly, the ends of his lips tugging up ever so slightly.

Now fully convinced that he could hear your every thought, you nod, absent-mindedly rubbing your thighs together for some well-needed friction.

“Well, seeing as I rudely interrupted an intimate moment, I think you should carry on, don’t let my intrusion stop you.” He says as he hands you your vibrator, the noise deafening as realisation sinks in.

Your head snaps up to meet his as you limply wrap your hand around the toy, the vibrations making you shiver as you grip it tighter.

“Show me what would have happened if I hadn’t walked in here, princess,” He pauses and leans over you, close enough to your ear that his warm breath tickles your neck, “That’s an order.” He pulls back and stands up, straightening out his jacket and taking a few paces back from the bed, placing his hands in his pants pockets.

You hesitantly kick off the remaining sheets so they pool at your feet. The cool air rushing up under your long nightshirt and causing your nipples to harden in response.

Sensing his impatience, you make haste. “Uhm, what do you want me to do?” You ask shakily, still weary and unsure if you are reading the situation correctly.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” He demands, turning around to face you yet again.

“N-no, sir,” You rush out in response.

He never answers you, instead, he slowly shrugs off his jacket, taking his time to fold it over the back of the chair, not even glancing in your direction.

Knowing that the second time he’d have to tell you something would also be the last time, you bring the toy over your clit gently, working it around in small circles, finding it easier to melt into the feeling when he isn’t watching you with hungry eyes.

You quietly tease your vibrator through your folds, humming out in satisfaction when it catches right at your entrance. There was a reason this toy was your favourite, though it was a slim fit inside you, it had a small part that branched out to rub deliciously at your clit, every thrust you made inside you moved it around your most sensitive part, easily and quickly built you up to an orgasm.

You search the room for your boyfriend, trying to catch his eye to ask for permission to sink it inside you. He’s on the other side of the room, slowly and meticulously removing his clothing, looking at you through his peripheral, paying about as much attention to you as he would a rerun of his favourite show.

Instead of pressing him anymore, you decide to follow the rules and act as you were before he interrupted you, taking your pleasure back into your own hands. You slowly push the toy inside you, letting a faint moan slip through your lips as it stretches you out gently once more.

Looking up at him, you watch as he slowly slips off his shirt over his head. His abs contract as he reaches up to pat down his messy blond hair. Only his pants remain. You can’t peel your eyes away from him as he slowly unbuckles his belt, sliding it through the loops and snapping it away from him towards the ground. You jump at the noise and he laughs darkly.

He reaches for the button on his trousers, unbuttoning and zipping them down with great care. You can’t help but feel the excitement bubble up in your chest once again as he gracefully steps out of them, turning around and folding them over the dresser. You meet his stare in the mirror, blushing as he smirks at you.

Now feeling that you were the one watching something you shouldn’t, it adds to your enjoyment as you feel a sudden jolt run through your body and you clench around the toy buried inside of you.

You shut your eyes and give in to the feeling, immediately combining the image of the Hobi right in front of you with the one clad in a tight black harness.

“Tssssk. Eyes on me, princess. After all, you were thinking about me, weren’t you?” His tone is dangerous, challenging- no- threatening you to speak up again.

You force your heavily-lidded eyes to look at him, another moan escapes your throat as you greedily take in the masterpiece that is his body. His long, lean legs that support his slim, yet muscular build are planted firmly in front of you. As his hands reach down to pull at the elastic of his boxers, his chest muscles contract slightly, allowing for his collarbones to deepen in their shadows, seemingly creating more space at the crook of his neck.

As he finally discards his final piece of clothing, you’re overcome with lust. Watching as his hardened cock slaps against the base of his stomach, you’re suddenly disregarding his command that you refrain from using words and begin to beg, “Please,” you whine, “please touch me.”

“Now why would I do that?” He muses as he circles around to the other side of the bed. “I’m not even here, remember? I just see a needy little slut trying to get off while her boyfriend is away.” He adds, all but spitting out the last part.

The words shouldn’t affect you as much as they do, your back arches in response and your breathing hitches. You quickly pull back the vibrator off of your clit, the vibrations proving to be far too powerful, about to send you over the edge.

“Did I say you could stop?” He asks brusquely, bringing a hand to the base of his shaft and leisurely tugging at it, working his hand up and down as he stares down at you with an expectant gaze.

You slowly push the toy back into you and settle the outer extension on your clit, the obscene noises it makes as it slides in sending a hot flush to your cheeks. You work it in and out slowly, each drag of it getting you dangerously closer to your release.

He makes his way onto the bed, crawling over to sit next to you, his cock is standing heavy on his stomach and leaking precum. You can’t help but absent-mindedly lick your lips as you watch it bounce as he settles down on his knees beside you.

“S-sir,” You start to warn him, “I’m gonna cum, I can’t. I can’t hold off any longer.”

“Then do it.” He growls, his eyes unwavering as you try to remove the vibrator from your folds once more. He grabs your wrist firmly stopping your hand from moving. He uses his grip on you to push the toy back into your dipping pussy, not letting you escape the vibrations that are sending you quickly over the edge.

Your orgasm hits you hard, taking your vision along with your resolve to stay silent.

You cry out as your body convulses from the waves of pleasure that rock through you. Gasping for air and gripping the sheets underneath you. Your back arches up as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm with the toy, each thrust making you shake with pleasure and overstimulation. Tears form at the corner of your eyes as it simultaneously opens up your convulsing walls and rubs against your clit.

“T-too much, sir.” You barely choke out, eyes squeezed shut, writhing in the bed trying to wriggle out of his reach.

He lets his hold on you loosen, pulling the vibrator out of you and shutting it off. He throws it to the foot of the bed, rubbing your thigh with his hand while he brings the other to his cock.

As you start to come down from your high, you look over to see him lazily stroking himself, eyes glued to you as your chest rises and falls, your cheeks dusted pink and your lips parted.

“You look so good like this, princess. Already so fucked out and I haven’t even touched you.” He muses, eyes trailing down your body making your core heat up again.

He shifts his weight around and leans down, his face not even an inch away from yours. He winks at you, making his nose scrunch up before he finally leans in to capture your lips with his. Hobi kisses you with intensity and control, easily flooding your thoughts with nothing but him once more. Your head is still reeling from your powerful release, feeling light and heavy at once.

Never breaking the kiss, he flips you onto your back and climbs over you, framing his arms around your head, you can feel his erection press against your lower belly and you can’t help but roll your hips up against it.

He groans into your mouth at the contact, pushing you back down onto the mattress as you let a soft whimper slip past your lips.

“You fall apart so easily baby,” he croons into your ear, finally positioning himself over you and pushing his cock gently into you. He lets out a low hum as he runs the tip through your folds, collecting the wetness that was already there and using it as lubrication, thoroughly coating his cock in it before he’s slowly pushing in.

You let out a shaky breath as he finally bottoms out, his hips now flush with yours and you can feel the way he leans against you, savouring every point of contact his body shares with yours.

He begins moving as he feels you clench around him, taking the opportunity to snap his hips forward and let out a satisfied growl. You can’t stop the moans that fall from your mouth, changing pitch every time his hips meet yours, shallow but quick strokes that have you babbling and clinging on to him. Your body is shaking as you try to push yourself up from the mattress, but still he pins you down, seemingly pounding into you with more force each time.

“Taking me so perfectly,” Hobi mumbles. “God, look at you.” He hums, voice low and dripping in lust.

As if driven by an unforeseeable force, he pulls back and reaches for your lips, running his fingers over the swollen flesh before dipping his fingers into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. You mewl around his fingers, your tongue swirling around his digits sucking and coating them with your saliva.

“Good girl,” He coos, “my pet knows just what to do.” He removes his fingers from your mouth and grabs one of your breasts, kneading it before tweaking your nipple, rolling it between the pads of his wet fingers. You keen at the new sensation, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck and inhales as he presses open-mouthed kisses along your jawline, sucking at the skin and finding a rather sensitive spot underneath your earlobe to mark up. Claiming me as his, you think.

His hand moves to your other breast, not one to neglect your needs in any sense.

You moan as he brings his mouth over your hardened nipple, alternating between kitten-licks, soft bites, and sucking, you clench around him and throw your head back, getting lost in the pleasure.

Now pulling back, he picks up the pace, watching as your tits bounce from the movements. Hoseok grunts with the force of his thrusts. Not normally one to break character so easily, you feel a sense of pride as his hips falter- only to pick up seconds later, readjusting so he can reach farther into you, now hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Feels so good sir, want more, need more,” You beg, still surprised that he’s not withholding anything from you as he normally would, maybe he needed this as much as I did.

Just then, he tilts his head to look up at you, his gaze flickering with mischief.

He suddenly pulls out and grips his cock tightly at the base. You whine at the sudden lack of contact, having fallen into a comfortable rhythm.

“No, no, no, no, no,” You rush out, grabbing at his shoulders and trying to pull him back into you.

He runs the head of his cock through your folds and presses against your mound, teasing you softly. You suck in a breath through your teeth as he continues to trace it through your slick, brushing against your clit and making it throb in response. Not able to take much more of his games, you buck your hips up to grind against him and he hisses, pushing down onto you even harder with his hand.

I’m definitely going to bruise tomorrow, You smile to yourself, thinking of how proudly you’ll wear his marks.

His other hand snakes behind your head as he weaves his fingers into your hair, tugging at the roots. It may be too hard for some people, but it’s pure bliss for you.

You hum contently as you feel yourself slip deeper and get lost in the pain that mixes deliciously with pleasure. You want to feel him, everywhere- you want it all. As if an unseen force is guiding your thoughts and tongue, you blabber out, “Please. Please use me, I need it. I need you, please.”

“Fuck baby, with dirty words like those you’re gonna have me cumming soon.” He grunts as he brings your legs down to rest between his. He moves his knees in closer, squeezing your thighs together tightly beneath him.

Then, he’s pushing back in, seemingly somehow even deeper than before, hips rutting down into you before drawing all the way back, tip barely inside of you before thrusting back into you, all the way to the base. The squeeze is even tighter now, you wonder how he fits inside you at this angle, every time you clench around him, he thrusts that much harder to stay buried inside you.

Your hips move in tandem, he picks up the pace and you struggle to keep up, arching your back and lifting your hips up to meet him, drawing a string of profanities from his mouth as he continues to pound into you.

He lets your hair fall back into place, now bringing his hand to your throat, lightly squeezing and stopping the blood flow just the way he knows you like it. You let your eyes flutter shut, rolling up your hips up to meet him, seeking out his lips for something to ground you.

He takes the hint and leans down to press a kiss to your lips, you open your mouth and let his tongue in, your tongues move together passionately, desperately- teeth catching on your lips and tongue as he loses his composure. He pulls back and you’re stunned by the way his eyes gaze at you with unparalleled desire. His thrusts get impossibly faster and your jaw slackens into an ‘o’, eyes rolling back with the inescapable pleasure you feel.

You cum without warning, clenching around his cock and crying out his name. Your thighs shake underneath as you ride out your second orgasm of the night, already exhausted, you pull him closer, wanting to feel him as deeply for as long as possible. You tremble beneath him, letting the waves of pleasure flood to every corner of your body, your hands tightening to fists and your toes curling.

He fucks you through your orgasm with slow, unfaltering thrusts and strikes your g-spot as you continue to ride out the aftershocks. Your walls take him further in with each wave of pleasure and he cums mere seconds after you, groaning and all but falling on top of you.

“Fuck—” Hobi whispers into your neck, panting heavily and pulling out of you with a low groan. “Did so well for me princess.”

You look over at him and he’s smiling with his whole face, it lights up the room and makes your heart stop for a second.

You listen as his breathing returns to normal slowly but steadily, he reaches out and brushes your hair out of your face. The way he treats you like a glass doll now, compared to mere seconds ago when his hands were wrapped around your throat, bruising your hips and forced into your mouth makes you giddy. You always hear people talking about the ‘duality’, but they had no idea.

You shift in bed and smile to yourself at the thought. As you move, you clasp your thighs together, feeling the hot cum threatening to spill out. You move your hand down in an attempt to stop it, cheeks heating up from embarrassment of feeling it flow out of you and making a mess on the sheets.

“Leave it,” he says, his hand coming down on top of yours to still your actions. “I want to watch it drip from you.”

He props himself up on his side, reaching out his hand and ghosting his fingers over your skin, drawing shapes as he lets out a low hum of fulfilment, watching as a thin stripe of wetness trickles out of your folds. You shiver as he reaches down to run his finger through your folds to collect the mixture of your arousal and his cum. He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks it clean, releasing it with a noisy pop.

“Fuck, you’re filthy,” you joke, as you watch him, unwilling to admit that his actions once again stirred something deep inside you.

“Coming from the girl that just got off on her own in front of me, only to beg me to fuck her seconds later.” He easily counters, bringing his hand back to your face, tracing around the curve of your jaw and cupping it, gently moving it up to catch your lips in a soft kiss.

You smile to yourself, thinking about how concerned you had been earlier about the possible punishment, I guess he has three moods.

And this one just happens to be your favourite.

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Concert Hall ~ JJK [Request]

WORD COUNT: 1.3K

GENRE: fluffy, established relationship, cute, surprises, slice of life

PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader

A/N: I used day6 for the concert I hope that's okay! I'm sorry it's a little short! 

The car struggled to go over some bumps while Jungkook tried to warn you that he was going over speed bumps every two seconds. You started laughing to yourself as you heard Jungkook groan every time he hit a speedbump too quickly.

"What's with the blindfold?" You finally questioned Jungkook. Ten minutes ago he'd pulled over in a layby to cover your eyes with a makeshift blindfold for you. Not telling you anything as he tied the scarf at the back of your head and began driving again.

"I want this to be a surprise," He laughed as he parked up outside the concert hall and turned to check that you still had your eyes covered by the black scarf. He waved his hand in front of your face but you didn't react so he smirked to himself knowing that this was going to go off nicely.

"But I hate surprises," You mumbled as you felt the engine cut off and then heard the door open and close meaning that he'd gotten out of the car and left you alone. Jungkook knew that you hated being surprised with things. Ever since he'd found out you hated surprises he'd made it his mission to make it so you would like them and eventually love being surprised. This was his final attempt at it since none of the others had gone all that well.

"I wanted this to be a nice surprise, you'll love it. I promise" You hummed as he took your hand in his and helped you out of the car carefully. The whole journey when you weren't blindfolded you'd been trying to work out where it was he was taking you but you didn't recognise any of the signs on the road. Your Korean wasn't strong yet but it was good enough for you to get around when you were in the city and asked for directions.

"You said that last time and then you smashed cake into my face," Jungkook held back the laugher he wanted to let escape as he leads you towards the back entrance of the concert hall. The last surprise was supposed to be a nice one too but he'd ended up making you fall into the cake he'd gotten you for your birthday. Jungkook smiled at the security guards as he reached the back door and flashed his ID and tickets that he had and continued to lead you through the back of the venue. He only knew the way around since they'd had so many concerts there before otherwise he would be completely lost backstage. 

As soon as music filled your ears you knew that you were in a concert venue and your brain began to try and single out any of the songs that were playing but there were too many other noises in the way stopping you from figuring it out.

"I should have bought earplugs for you," Jungkook grumbled as he realised you were trying to figure out the music that was playing, he looked around as he pulled you close to him. Not wanting you to trip over any of the wires that were on the floor. 

"Just tell me where we are," You giggled as you heard how disappointed he sounded that you were trying to figure it out. 

"Fine," He chuckled as he continued to pull you down the halls until he reached one of the changing rooms that he was looking for, he pushed the door open and smiled at the people that were all gathered there waiting for you and Jungkook to come. This had all been arranged between Jungkook and managers until the time was right.

"J-Jungkook? I don't like it when you go silent...It means you're up to something," You whined playfully holding onto his arm tightly when he pulled at it for you to let go of him. 

"Two seconds baby, I just have to check something." You released his arm and two seconds later another was replacing it but you didn't notice the difference. You clutched back onto the arm and waited anxiously for something to happen,

"Babe, I'm going to take the blindfold off now," Jungkook told you as he walked behind you being careful, trying to make sure you didn't realise it wasn't him that you were clutching onto as if this was life or death situation.

"3...2...1..." The scarf was removed from your eyes and you whined, rubbing your eyes as you tried to adjust to the bright lights that filled the room. 

"Jungkook what was-" You stopped speaking when you turned to face who you thought was Jungkook but wasn't. Your mouth fell open as you turned to look at Dowoon from day6 instead who was smiling brightly at you as you nervously pulled away from him, biting down on your lip as you tried to think of something to say to him. Stuttering over your words as you tried to introduce yourself and bow to them all at the same time. Jungkook laughing in the background as you turned around to give him a death glare that would send him a warning that he was in trouble but then laughter filled the room. Reality began to set in that you were standing in the same room as day6, one of your favourite k-pop bands and Jungkook knew that. 

"It's nice to finally meet you, Jungkook has told us a lot about you," Dowoon chuckled as he shook your hand, smiling at you with a huge smile that could have made your heart melt and make you fall to the floor if Jungkook wasn't in the room. 

"H-He has?" You stuttered out nervously, relaxing a little when you felt Jungkook wrap his arms around your waist and smile at the other men in front of you. All of the members getting up to greet you, introducing themselves even if they didn't have to. 

"This was the surprise huh?" You nudged Jungkook as you stood at the side of the stage watching day6 performing on the stage together. The meeting with them had only been quick but it had still been the best time of your life. Jungkook had been trying to make this happen for months and it was finally time that it could. The boys were excited to meet you and you were excited to see them perform for the first time in your life. 

"You like it?" Jungkook asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head in the crook of your neck as you both watched the boys all performing.

"No, I love it. It's perfect," You breathed out as you smiled at him, turning your head to the side so that you could kiss him on the lips quickly before going back to watching the stage. You hadn't been to many concerts in your life except for the BTS ones when you went with Jungkook. But even then you were sitting backstage in a changing room the whole time and never really got to experience what was going on.

Jungkook smiled brightly as he watched the smile on your lips begin to grow as you sang out the lyrics to the songs that were playing. Dancing around to the songs whenever one came on that you knew you could dance to. The whole time Jungkook couldn't help but keep his eyes on you, watching you and smiling to himself as he thought about how lucky he was to have you in his life and be able to call you his. 

"What's this?" You giggled as the concert ended and Jungkook kept his arms on you, not letting you go as he kissed your skin. 

"I want to hold my baby," He whispered, kissing your neck and then up to your lips, spinning you around so that you were facing him. Staring down into your eyes he smiled at you, cupping your face and running his thumb over your cheek. 

"Did you have a nice time?" You nodded at him, resisting the urge to yawn because of how tired you were but Jungkook could see how tired you were and chuckled softly. 

"I'll drive us home, shall I stop somewhere for food?" You nodded at him linking your hands together as you waited for him to lead the way out of the venue. 

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A Heart Of Change (Zuko X Reader) [Everything Has Changed Part 4]

Title: A Heart Of Change Summary: Azula returns to exact her revenge, but that's not the only thing that returns with her. New events and old feelings come to light. Warnings: Angst ? And canon violence. Requested: By a few lovely followers of mine who wanted a part 4!!

A/N: I glossed over Boiling Rock Part 1 + 2 because I couldn't think of a good way to incorporate the reader in those events so I'll be referring to them instead of completely retelling them.

A/N 2: Sorry for the month long hiatus! Work has been crazy! Anyway, enjoy part 4 x

CATCH UP ON THE OTHER PARTS FIRST-

PART 1: EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED PART 2: CHANGE IS GOOD PART 3: CHANGING SPIRITS PART 4: A HEART OF CHANGE

Zuko~A Heart Of Change

A lot had happened in the past few days- and it was almost enough to distract you from the bigger picture. With Zuko and Aang learning the true source of fire bending, and Sokka to rescuing Suki and his dad (with Zuko's help), you'd almost forgotten what was inevitably coming for you. Your previous actions had consequences. And, where consequences and revenge were involved, Azula wasn't far behind. (If you were being honest, you were surprised she didn't find you earlier.)

     What didn't surprise you, however, was how ready she was. She came prepared: a taunting expression on her face, and a fleet of air ships behind her, she launched her attack on the Western Air Temple. You couldn't fight them all at once, not even with Avatar right now. Fleeing safely was your main priority. If you had any hope of defeating the Fire Lord before that comet, Aang needed to master fire bending- and you needed to make it out of here alive.

    You look over at Zuko and recognise a look in his eyes. Zuko had never backed down from a fight- especially with his sister. And, now you were worried what he would do next.

    "We have to go now, Zuko," you plead, "It's not worth fighting her if it means we don't get out of here alive."

    Zuko glanced at you and then back at his sister. He had to do something: letting his sister get the best of him again didn't sit right with him. He hated feeling helpless. Besides, a distraction was needed to get out of here. Zuko was happy to provide that.

     "You go with the others," Zuko insisted, "I'm going to distract her, she'll be too busy fighting me to attack you guys."

      You weren't sure about this, but decided to help round up the others anyway.

     Haru began to make a tunnel out of the air bending temple, trying to help the others escape. Aang was doing his best to persuade Appa to follow them through the tunnel, but it wasn't working. Appa was scared of being under ground, especially after he got trapped in the mountain in the Earth Kingdom. You could see that it wasn't working. He would have to fly, even if it wasn't the safer option.

     "This isn't working," Aang says, frustrated, "I'll take Appa and fly."

     "It's too dangerous!" Katara insisted.

     "It's even more dangerous staying here like sitting ducks!" you yell back, over the noise of the airships and the crumbling temple.

      "She's right," Toph says.

      "Haru, take the others to safety through the tunnel," Aang said, "We'll fly to safety on Appa."

      Haru nodded and began to earth bend his way, with the others, through the air bending temple- he closed the tunnel behind him so that they couldn't be followed. Aang watched them go, and then turned back to the gang. They all began to climb onto Appa. Sokka looked behind him, when he realised you and Zuko weren't with the others on Appa. His eyes widened as he watched Zuko jump from the cliff towards the airships and towards his sister- also towards the huge fire balls!

     "What are you doing?" Sokka yelled to you.

     "I have to help him! Zuko needs my help! You lot go ahead- we'll catch up!" you reply, looking away from Sokka towards Zuko, "Besides you guys need a distraction!"

     Aang hesitated looking down at you, but you nodded. He nodded back then told Appa 'yip yip' and the bison began to fly through the collapsing rubble. You watched them fly upwards in an effort to avoid the blasts of fire Azula and her soldier were firing their way. You looked to the edge of the cliff and then to the airships, before taking a running start. Using blasts of fire from your hands, you launch yourself further into the air. Zuko's head turned when he heard the sound of your footsteps running along the crumbling ground. His eyes widened.

     He told you to stay behind!

     This wasn't part of his plan!

     What if you got hurt?

     His mind was racing a million miles an hour, but he tried to stay focused on Azula. He knew she'd use you against him; she was always very aware of his soft spot for you. Even as a child, he'd try and shield you from Azula. She quickly caught on, and from then on enjoyed teasing him about his precious Y/N, and then she'd go onto describe what she'd do to you if she ever caught you alone and unawares. From then on, his effort to keep you away from Azula (even as you grew older and more capable) became even more conscious. That hadn't changed. Even now. Even as you were risking your life for him and the gang. He still feared losing you- especially to his sister.

      "What are you doing here?!" Zuko yelled across the air ships.

      "What does it look like?!" you reply back, "I'm helping you dumbass! This is dangerous- I'm not letting you do it on your own!"

      Zuko tries not to freak out too much, but his attention is immediately drawn away by a large ball of fire heading his way. He dodges it narrowly and jumps to the next air ship. He quickly looks back to you- and luckily you're safe. You acknowledge him with a smile and then slide down the side of the air ship with a blade-like-flame, cutting down the side of the ship. The hull of the ship rips with a severe noise, and you can feel the ship start to spiral down. You use the side of the ship to boost yourself onto the next one.

      Between the two of you, you made quick work of the air ships. It was made ever more difficult, though, with the interference of Azula. She was a powerful bender, even at such a young age. And, with the top tier training she'd received in the heart of the fire nation, with the nation's greatest fire benders, it was no surprise that she was putting up quite a fight.

     "I don't think we can last much longer," you shouted over to Zuko, "We need to get out of here!"

     "Where's Aang?" Zuko agreed.

     "Up there," you pointed.

     "We're going to have to j-"

     Before Zuko could finish the word 'jump', you were both forced off the side of the air ship by another powerful ball of fire sent from Azula. In the process she was forced backwards. Luckily, when you were launched off of the ship, Aang was ready with Appa to catch you both. You landed with a thud on Appa's saddle, and looked back.

     "She's not going to make it," Zuko said quietly.

      Azula pulled out her hair pin, and dug it deep into the side of the cliff. Eventually she came to a halt, making eye contact with Zuko as she did.

     "Of course she did."

---

Things between you and Zuko had been different ever since you escape Azula. In fact, you suspected it started before that. Ever since he'd gone to the Boiling Rock with Sokka, something seemed different. Seemed off. You hadn't even had the chance to talk to him alone, yet. For you, it was only making the situation worse.

     You found yourself sitting alone on the beach. You'd eaten dinner with the others, and then excused yourself. Talk at dinner was lively, but you felt yourself shrink away from it. You hadn't seen Azula since you fled the fire nation; seeing her again was resurfacing old memories. Ones of her and you. Ones of you and Zuko. And, being at this house didn't help. Zuko and Azula used to come here all the time as kids. Sometimes Zuko would invite you. You had good memories here. However, now it felt so empty. You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts.

     Maybe that's why Zuko was being so strange; maybe he was going through what you were going through. Surely he wasn't having second thoughts about coming here? Or maybe it was just second thoughts about you?

     You were so wrapped up in your thoughts, you barely heard footsteps approaching you.

     "You didn't stay long at dinner," Zuko commented, sitting down beside you.

     You brought your knees up to your chest and sighed.

     "I didn't mean to leave you out there," you murmur, "I just didn't feel like I had much to say, that's all."

     "And, I thought being the moody one was my job," Zuko teases.

     You have a faint smile on your face.

     "You're not moody, you're angsty," you correct, "There's a difference."

     "There's a difference?"

     "Yeah, you're so much more dramatic than moody," you reply.

     Zuko shakes his head. You smile towards him, and he rolls his eyes playfully in response.

     "I'm just teasing," you promise.

    "I know," Zuko says calmly, and then he hesitates before speaking again, "Are you sure you're okay? We haven't talked just us-"

    "-I'm fine, Zuko. It's not... It's not anything serious. I'm just over reacting. I promise."

    Zuko is silent, and in that moment, you take it as a sign for you to continue. You've held it in for so long that you almost can't help to let all your emotions out.

    "It's just I... I feel like we haven't talked in a while. And seeing Azula today, it just brought up old memories. And, this place... I feel like it should be comforting, but its not. It just reminded me of what I don't have any more," you sigh, "I feel like something happened on the Boiling Rock. Something you're not telling me. Not that you have to tell me anything... I didn't want... I'm not trying... I... I don't know I feel like something has changed. Between us. You know what- just ignore me. Forgot what I said."

      You go to get up from where you're sitting, but Zuko puts his hand on yours and you stop.

      "I didn't mean to hide anything from you," Zuko sighed, "I didn't mean to make you feel like this."

      You looked down towards the waves lapping the sand.

      "I saw Mai. I saw Mai on Boiling Rock," Zuko confessed, "And... She saved me-us. She saved us by going against Azula. I've been feeling... Conflicted about it. I'm worried about her- and what Azula has done to her-"

      "-Oh."

       That's all you could say. Part of you felt heart broken because you had pressed so much- Zuko rarely talked about his feelings like this even to you. Part of you felt selfish for thinking the reason he was so distant was because of you. It was Mai. It had always been Mai and it was always be Mai.

     "I'm sure she's alright, Zuko. Her family's high standing will protect her," you say, placing a hand on his shoulder.

      You squeeze it lightly before standing up and walking back towards the house.

     "Wait," Zuko says, running up behind you.

     "I'm going to bed, Zuko," you murmur trying to walk quicker.

     "Y/N, wait, please, I'm not good with words... I don't-"

     "-Don't worry, Zuko. Mai is special. She's special to you," you smile up at him, "I'm happy you've found that."

     "No, that's not what I meant. Y/N, please. Mai is special, but so are you. She's not my special- you're... Ugh, I'm not good with words... I..." Zuko huffs, frustrated.

      You look up at him, confused, "I'm special?"

       "Yes," he nods, "You've always been special to me. More than anyone else. You always have been. I- When I was banished, you came with me; you've always been by my side. Even when I didn't deserve. Even when I didn't deserve you..."

       "Zuko... I..."

       "You don't have to feel the same, but I just want you to-"

       You lean up and press your hand against his cheek. He stops speaking but his lips part before he gently gulps. You look up at him for permission, and he nods. In this moment, he might just agree to anything you asked of him. But, for now, all you ask of him is a kiss. He gladly accepts. You gently place your lips on his, and he kisses back.

      "How long have you felt like this?" you ask him.

     "A life time."

      You smile: so dramatic you think. But, then again, you always did like a bit of dramatic flare in your life.

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The Cane (Part 4)

@flyboytracy​​​ asked:

Steampunk AU: five uses for a cane and one time Scott used it for its intended purpose 😘

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Aaargh, those migraines messed with my muse on this one. Had to fight it the entire way and the cane reference is tiny. Hope you enjoy it anyway ::hugs to all::

Many thanks to @janetm74​​​ @tsarinatorment​​​ and @scribbles97​​​ for all their help and amazing support of my crazy. And to @flyboytracy​​​ for asking in the first place.

This be Steampunk AU with a mix of John snark, a little bit of wee!Tracys in a little bit of peril, some selfless Scott, and a reason you don’t want to mess with Five or her pilot.

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4.

“This is very inconvenient.”

Scott stared at his brother in the dim light. “Is that an attempt at impersonating Lady Penelope?”

John stared back, dust drifting haphazardly off his hard helmet and goggles. “As you’ve said many times yourself, there is no use in panicking.”

He had to give his brother that. A sigh and he assessed their situation yet again, shining his torch about the space they found themselves in.

They were in a basement. It was likely that they were lucky, as all indications were that if they had been in any other part of the building, they would not be having this conversation or any other any time in the future. The basement had a wall of solid bedrock on one side, the building having been constructed with that in mind with half the plumbing bolted into the rock. Unfortunately, the rest of the structure had been built on sand, which promptly liquified when the earthquake hit.

Speaking of earthquake. “How long do you think before the next aftershock?”

John pulled out his notebook, took a note of the time on the watch he had strapped to his wrist, and scribbled down some math. “They are very unpredictable, but I’m hoping this last big one will give us some time. Or at least, Virgil some time to dig us out.”

Scott fiddled with his transmitter unit. There was no response on any frequency he attempted. Either the equipment was broken or something was stopping the signal from reaching his brothers. John had already pulled his apart and attempted a signal boost with no success.

They were both covered in dust, but fortunately uninjured.

But, for the moment, they were stuck.

Scott was not very good at sitting still.

“We may as well rest so we can be ready when needed.”

Scott grunted.

His brother ignored him and wiped off a large chunk of masonry with one leather-gloved hand and sat down. “You know Virgil will find us.”

Another grunt.

“Sit down, Scott. You can afford to take a minute to rest.”

He let out a breath and bit his lip, but with a sigh, he did as his brother asked.

There was silence for a moment, broken only by the sound of dust and rock settling.

“Why did you come back in?” John’s voice was crisp, clear and calm.

“You were in here.” Obviously.

“But now both of us are trapped, whereas if you had run like you should have, you could be assisting Virgil to dig me out.”

Scott’s lips thinned. What had been his line of thinking? Had there been a line of thinking? To be honest, all he could recall was the thought that John was under a building that was about to collapse and he needed saving.

His voice was a little rough. “Virgil will get us out.”

“Hmm.” John was not looking at him.

“What did you expect me to do? Leave you here to die?”

Aquamarine turned calmly to catch his eyes. “Better than both of us.”

“We’re not dead.”

“Pure chance.”

John was always ever so direct.

“But important nonetheless.”

John sighed. “Reminds me of the well.”

Scott eyed him. “Really? You’re going to bring that up again?”

“Eternally, my dear brother.” John’s smirk was exceedingly annoying. “Besides, it passes the time.”

“I would rather spend time finding a way out of here.” Scott shot to his feet and began pacing around the space they were stuck in.

“If you disturb something that brings the rest of the building down on us, I’m haunting you until the end of time.”

Scott slumped a little. His brother was right. Messing with the fragile pile was just asking for trouble. They were lucky to have room to breathe, much less walk around.

“This is the reason why you ended up in the well, Scott. You haven’t changed in twenty odd years.”

Scott glared at him. His little brother had been six at the time, Scott only ten. The two of them had gone beyond the borders of the Tracy farm in Kansas and into land they shouldn’t have. They were exploring. John, as always, was a little more cautious, but Scott was ever running ahead.

It was rather ironic that it was John who fell in the well.

It wasn’t long dug, but the planks covering it were flimsy and the winds from the previous day had obscured them. John had gone through them as if the planet had eaten him.

“John!”

Scott found his little brother clutching his leg at the bottom of the hole.

It wasn’t a very deep well, but it was deep enough to put his brother out of the reach of a ten-year-old.

“Scotty, my leg hurts.”

“I’ll get you out.” He looked around for something to help John.

Perhaps he knew in some part of his mind that this could be the wrong decision. He had no rope and no real way to reach his little brother. He should get help.

But he couldn’t leave Johnny here on his own.

The thought was terrifying from both of their perspectives.

Perhaps he would have thought it a little less terrifying if he realised what could happen if he didn’t fetch help. Because once he found a long enough stick, he reached over the edge and while doing his best to add to the length John couldn’t quite reach, he fell in the hole on top of his brother.

There were groans and tears after that.

Scott didn’t hurt himself. John had been heard to comment on multiple occasions thereafter that it was because he landed on a cushion he called brother.

Scott countered that by saying he was lucky he hadn’t been impaled by a bony limb of said scrawny brother.

In any case, they huddled together for warmth for thirty-six freezing hours until someone finally found them.

By then, both brothers were dehydrated and starving.

The lecture from their father was almost as long as their time in the well.

Their mother, pregnant with Gordon at the time, took ill with the fright and there was some seriously scary time until the little fish was born a month later…a touch early.

Virgil wouldn’t let either of his brothers out of his sight for a good year after the incident. The nine-year-old obviously terrified they would disappear again.

It became legendary in the Tracy household for good or bad.

“So, you’re saying, I should have gone for help?”

Something clunked in the pile of rubble.

John arched an eyebrow. “As I said, you haven’t learnt. Yes, Scott, you should not have dashed back into the collapsing building. When Virgil finds out, he’s going to scalp you.”

“I’m sorry that my first instinct is to protect my brothers.”

John rolled his eyes, both original and artificial. “Your first instinct should be to protect yourself so you can protect your brothers.”

Folding his arms across his chest, Scott shifted his weight onto one foot, cocking his hip. “Fine. Then explain Bermuda.”

“That was different. That was saving lives.”

“You rammed a twenty-eight gunned frigate with Five!”

“It was firing on a sinking civilian target full of over two hundred passengers, including my four brothers. Grandma was not aboard. It was a fair decision.”

Scott had to admit it had been spectacular, the huge, blue-grey, manta-ray-shaped Five had reared out of the ocean and sliced the pirate vessel in half.

International Rescue had fished the survivors out of the water and there had been minimal casualties, considering.

Five had taken damage, but her cahelium superstructure was designed to withstand something as simple as a mostly wooden hull. Some gentle care from Virgil, an assessment from Hiram, and she was declared fit and well.

They had disappeared for a while after that as the rumours ran riot. Lady Penelope managed to smooth any ruffled feathers at government level.

Scott had both commended and roasted John alive.

“You could have been killed.”

“So could have you, and Virgil and Gordon and little Allie. Was I supposed to sit back and watch?”

Another clunk from somewhere in the rubble.

Scott arched an eyebrow. “Perhaps, you know how I feel.”

“Of course, I know how you feel. We all do.”

“Then what is the problem?”

“Scott-“

But John was interrupted by another clank, this time clearly from one of the pipes against the wall.

“Virgil?” They both said it at once and hurried over to the rock face.

The clunk repeated itself and then started on a very familiar dot dot dot…

S C O T T

He reached behind and pulled his folded cane out of its sleeve on his back. Its metal tip shone dull brass in the yellow light.

He only had to tap one letter. Dot dot dot dash.

V.

Three letters came back in a hurried jumble of excited hammering. F A B.

Then…S T A T U S?

J  A N D  S   W E L L  A N D  M O B I L E.

S T A N D  B A C K ?

F A B.

Assuming Virgil was referring to the rock wall as the point of origin, the two brothers stepped as far back from it as they could.

Moments later a rumble and hiss of gears, the crash of breaking masonry and daylight suddenly shot through part of the rubble. This was quickly followed by a massive but familiar brass claw reaching in and grabbing a large chunk of rock, disappearing with it. A crunch of gravel, shove of rock…a shout. “Scott, are you in here? John?” Their goggled and fully armour-suited brother pushed the rest of the way through the pile of broken building, both claws fully extended.

“Over here, Virgil.”

Their brother’s head turned in their direction and metal shoulders sank in relief. “Oh, thank god.”

Something shifted in the rubble pile and Virgil reacted, his right claw slamming into the chunk of masonry threatening to fall. “Let’s get you out of here.”

Scott didn’t need to be told twice as the remains of the building creaked around them in warning. Grabbing John’s arm, he hustled his brother out through the gap past Virgil.

The engineer’s eyes on the both of them.

No doubt there would be a medical examination in their near future.

Shoving John gently ahead of him, Scott turned to keep an eye on Virgil.

His metal clad brother stepped back carefully, letting rock fall in his wake.

Then, as if the final domino had been tipped, the entire pile began collapsing in on itself.

Scott took a step towards Virgil only to have his arm yanked on from behind.

“Damnit, Scott protect yourself!” John dragged him through the remains of the rubble as a cloud of dust roared behind them.

“Virgil!” He dug his heels in, fighting John’s hold.

“He’s wearing his armour, Scott. You are not! Move!”

It went against everything. He had to protect his brothers first. But John was right. Neither of them was wearing enough protection. Virgil was.

He had to trust.

Trust that Virgil knew what he was doing.

When put in those terms the answer was simple. Of course, he trusted Virgil.

Perhaps it was fate he had issues with.

John dragged him clear of the building and the cloud of dust. Two, nestled on her landing struts, was a wonderful sight.

And then Gordon was grabbing at him. Alan was yelling his name and there were dusty hugs and clunking helmets.

But still the cloud…

“Virgil?”

As if summoned, his brother strode out of the haze, cogs whirring and pneumatic systems hissing, metal glinting in the sun. His goggled eyes searching until they latched onto his brothers.

Thank god.

A matter of strides and he enveloped his engineer brother in a hug, metal suit and all. “Thanks, Virg.”

His brother exhaled in a huff. “What on Earth were you thinking?” And so began the rant about worrying about a brother encased in metal when a building is falling when he wasn’t and could have been killed with a single rock. You idiot.

It went on for some time.

John smirked at him for the entire tirade.

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Soy Sol: Chapter 8 (Long Story Short, It was a Tough Day)

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Simón approaches the doors of the Jam and Roller. He pulls out a set of keys from his pocket and selectively picks the one with the J&R emblem engraved on it. He’s surprised when he grabs the doorknob and is able to open it without unlocking it himself. He walks in cautiously. “Is anyone here?” No one answers. Everything seems to be intact. He wonders maybe Pedro forgot to lock up last night?

He keeps walking around and gets a little startled noticing a person sitting in front of the main desk in the office. He shakes his head and rubs his tired eyes. Sitting there is Ámbar, crying in her arms.

“Linda que paso? What happened?” He worriedly rushes by her side. “It’s official, no one’s buying this place. No one wants it. Vidia is planning to tear it down and sell the land on its own.” More tears begin to cover her face. This place grew to be extremely close to Ámbar’s heart. After everything that happened with Sharon, the only constant in her life was the Jam and Roller. Being able to skate help relieve her from her anxieties and at least have one moment to be alone with the world. When she got offered the position to be manager, she couldn’t be more thrilled. Putting her heart and soul into setting up events for the gang and making sure everything was in place helped her feel more in control with her life. She was able to calm down the mess that surrounded her and pick up the pieces one by one. Hearing the official news coming from their lawyers was earth shattering for her, it was too surreal.

Simón didn’t know what to do in this moment. He ‘can’ say things will get better, but he doesn’t want to give her false hope, doesn’t want to sugarcoat it. He feels that saying an advice in this instant would only make things worse so he does what he knows best, he hugs her. A quiet display of showing you’re there for that person, always.

When they hear Pedro enter the cafeteria with Delfi, Ámbar and Simón get up from their chairs and go back to work. Ámbar wipes away all the tears with her sleeve and tries to put more makeup to cover her puffy skin.

After two hours pass by, Luna enters with Nina. “Wow Luna I can’t believe he stood you up,” Nina replies. Simón overhears Nina’s comment and hurries over to Luna’s side. “Is this true? Matteo stood you up?” Luna starts trembling and tries to find the right words to say but nothing comes out of her mouth. “I-I- …... okay how do I explain this. Yes, he left me alone all night till the restaurant closed. When I was sitting on the bench in front waiting for my taxi, he arrived. He tried to explain to me that he lost track of time because Viviana was bothering him on filming more scenes for their music video. Basically, it’s all mess. This whole relationship has turned into a mess. He lied to me by not telling me he was going to be with Viviana. If he had told me, it would’ve been okay, but he didn’t, which is why I’m upset. If you lie to someone about being with another person that means you don’t want them to know, which most of the time indicates you’re hiding a secret.” Luna sighs from her mouthful of words.

“Luna, I don’t want to make it sound worse but you’re right. If he lied to you about being with Viviana, there’s a chance he’s hiding something. There’s no necessity to lie about filming with a coworker…. Unless he has feelings for that coworker. Sorry you have to go through all of this.” Simón hugs Luna and tries to console her. “Amiga, remember these are all assumptions we’re making. We don’t know the full truth so maybe he was keeping everything a secret for a reason. We are still missing parts of the story,” Nina advised. “I don’t think so Nina. I think I should just start moving on and start focusing more on me and you guys of course. Oh, that reminds me. How are those wedding plans going Simón?” Simon widely opens his eyes in shock and covers his mouth with his hand. “No no no nooooooo”

“Que paso Simón? Why are you so upset suddenly?” Luna asked.

“Ámbar and I have been so caught up with issues pertaining to the Jam and Roller that we completely forgot to prepare the wedding and plan everything out.”

Luna lays her hand on Simon’s shoulder, trying to comfort him. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore because I can help with whatever you guys need.” “Yeah, me too,” Nina tags along.

“Also, what issues do you guys mean when ‘pertaining to the Jam and Roller?’” Luna questions.

“You’ll find out soon, and by soon I mean around…. now.” Simón states while staring at the clock.

Ámbar leaves the office carrying a clipboard and heads to the stage of the cafeteria. “May I get everyone’s attention! I have some disappointing news to say. For a while, Simon and I have constantly tried to negotiate with Vidia, in hopes that this beautiful place stays as it should. Sadly, our wishes were not met and Vidia has officially announced that it will be tearing this place down and selling the land. Sorry to be the bearer of this awful news, I wish I didn’t have to. I wish that the Jam and Roller can stay for generations and generations on. This place has been the spot where many of us have shared experiences together and won a few competitions. It deserves to stay here, but the owners disagree.”

Everyone gasps in astonishment. Some covering their mouths, some leaving it open, some having visible tears coming out. Everyone reacts as if the place was already completely gone and become a deserted land. Eric (Jandino) enters the place. “Hey guys what did I miss?” Everyone’s red puffy faces glance towards him. “Oof tough crowd huh?” Nina is the first to respond and make the situation a little less awkward. “The Jam and Roller is going to be teared down.” Eric stays speechless and just nods in response.

“This can’t be the end of this place. Are we really going to give up so quickly? Vidia tried to sell it and we were able to convince them not to. This time could be the same,” Luna exclaims.

“This time is different though because the investors don’t need this place anymore and no one wants to buy a skating rink since it’s ‘old fashion’ and ‘not modern.’ This place was in the market for months. Simón and I hoped someone would buy it but no one did. The only way for us to even have a chance to keep it is if someone purchased this place,” Ámbar refuted.

“That shouldn’t be so bad. All we have to do is find someone who is rich and has a kind heart,” Luna proudly states. “Luna are you insane? Where we are we going to find a kind, rich person? This isn’t a cartoon where stuff magically appears out of nowhere to help and save us. Yeah, that’s right Mickey, I’m talking about you and your “musketeer named Toodles,” we all know that’s fake.” Jazmin argued in front of her tablet camera.

“You are right... well on the first part. But I have an idea, maybe I can afford it!” Luna confidently states.

Ámbar gently brings Luna’s hopes down again. “I’ve already checked how much I have in the bank from the half you gave and doubled that and it’s still not enough for the place Luna.” Luna pouts, facing the ground. “Oh... well I guess never mind then.”

Delfi comes up with an idea. “Hey what about Matteo? He is rich now from being a star and all.” She then points to the man in sunglasses who had been staring at Luna ever since he arrived. Luna didn’t realize it till now. “If that’s what you guys want, I’ll buy it. How much does it cost?” Ámbar walks to Matteo. “I’m showing you in secret, so you don’t get embarrassed with your net worth not being enough,” Ámbar explained. “Oh please, it can’t be that bad.” Ámbar show’s him the clipboard and points to the bottom. Matteo begins to sweat. “Oh…... um guys I can afford it but then I’ll be broke with no where to live.”

“Great! I guess that means the Jam and Roller is saved then! Yay!” Jazmin yells out. “Jazmin we can’t force Matteo to do such a grand gesture either,” Gaston responds. “And why not?”

“Jazmin are you really asking that question after he said he would be broke?” Gaston added. “Yes, I don’t see the problem.” Gaston shakes his head and covers his eyes with his fingers from annoyance.

“You guys, it’s hopeless,” Ámbar announces and walks away, heading straight to her office.

Nina walks over to Luna’s side. “Why aren’t you so sad Luna? I mean of course I wouldn’t want you to be sad, but I thought the news would be devastating for you since you love this place so much.”

“This place isn’t getting teared down. At least not under my watch. I will find a way to keep this place the way it is. I will just need to do some research,” Luna persists. “Luna you never seize to surprise me. Whatever help you need, I’m right here,” Nina chuckles.

Eric approaches Nina and tries to comfort her. “Yeah, I bet this must be awful news for you guys. I know I wasn’t here long enough but one thing I know for sure is that this place is certainly magical.” Gaston views Eric close with Nina and he immediately rushes over. He places his arm around Nina’s waist. “Your Corazon will really stop going wowow if you keep flirting with my girl!” “Gaston!” Nina is shocked and tries to calm him down from his jealousy burning his own skin.

“Guys I think I’m going to head home. It’s been a rough morning and I barely got any sleep,” Luna waved goodbye to the gang. Gastón gestures over to Matteo letting him know Luna is leaving. Matteo runs over to the parking lot.

“Luna wait, can you give me a second to explain everything.” Matteo calls out to her. “Matteo, you’re the person I least want to talk to right now.”

“Luna I’m sorry. I’m sorry for arriving extremely late and standing you up. I’m sorry for not replying to all your calls and messages. I’m sorry I lied about the video with Viviana. I didn’t tell you though because I was worried you would get upset and think I remotely like the girl,” Matteo confesses.

“Hah so you’ve even noticed that she’s been extremely close and has been flirting with you,” Luna attested.

“What no? It’s not like that at all. You’re just jealous.” Luna turns around and displays a furious expression, this is the moment when Matteo noticed he had chosen the wrong set of words. “Jealous? That’s what you think of me? Maybe you’re just too blinded by fame to realize she’s constantly glued to you. Haven’t you noticed that when she talks to you, she gradually grows closer and closer to you and whenever you two go out she tries to hold your arm and pull you in tight. I’ve seen all the paparazzi videos so I know. Plus, she’s always calling you. She calls you more than your own manager does,” Luna argued.

“Oh please Luna, you’re just being delusional.” Matteo hears his phone ringing. He pulls it out and notices it’s Viviana calling him. “Yet I’m the delusional one, you have just become so full of yourself you can barely even notice what’s actually going on,” Luna walks away. “Wait, Luna please don’t go.” This time she doesn’t listen to him and keeps walking away without a slight turn of her head.

Luna’s Home

Luna enters her room and throws herself in bed. It’s barely Sunday and Luna feels a whole tornado of emotions have taken over her body. She doesn’t feel like doing anything, not even taking off her socks from wearing her shoes or wiping off her light makeup. She grabs her blanket and tries to fall asleep on top of her bed.

After an hour has passed, her mom knocks on her door and gently opens it. She sees her daughter sleeping and tries to lightly pat her. Luna’s eyelashes wiggle and brush against her skin. She slowly wakes up. “I brought you some breakfast, just thought maybe you haven’t eaten and were probably hungry.” Luna happily smiles. “Mom you know me too.” Monica smiles back too and hands her a tray of waffles with strawberries. Ah strawberries. The least she needed was to be reminded of “el chico fresa.” Her smile slowly disappears and turns into a frown.

“Hija, lately I’ve been seeing you all down in the dumps. Always depressed and never wanting to do much other than sleep. Are you okay? This isn’t normally like you,” Monica sincerely concerned, looks at Luna in the eyes.

“Everything just seems to be falling apart. Not just dealing with Matteo and I’s relationship ending but also the Jam and Roller too. Apparently Vidia is planning to tear it down and the only way for us to be able to have the chance to keep the Jam and Roller intact is to purchase it but none of us can afford such a high price.”

Monica nods and tries to conjure up an idea. Eventually one crosses her mind. “Luna, I’m shocked you didn’t think of this earlier, especially since it deals with your favorite hobby in ‘el mundo mundial,’” Monica says.

“What does skating have to do with this?” Luna laughs.

“Competitions. I know there’s some competitions out there in which the grand prize is a sum of money. Why don’t you guys enter one and try to compete.” Luna lets go of her fork and soon becomes energetic. “Mom that is genius!! Thank you thank you thank you!!!” Luna yells out and tightly hugs her mom.

“Well you know what they say, us moms are geniuses,” Monica chuckles. Luna hastily grabs her computer and retrieves to her bed. She opens up the laptop and begins typing and searching through. “Well Luna I guess I shall leave you to it. Glad I was able to help. Love you hija.” Monica kisses Luna’s forehead and leaves. “Love you too mom!”

After searching for hours, Luna is able to find a competition in which the grand prize pays most of the Jam and Roller price tag. When calculating the percentages, Luna notices that what’s left to pay after all the costs are taken up, is affordable for the whole gang. She jumps up and down all around her bedroom with content pouring out of her. The Jam and Roller finally has a chance to stay. Maybe things can even go back to old times when they all skated together.

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How would the team especially Ruby react to Dracula Jaune (or Jaune D(racula) Arc)? Also does his semblance evolve? Like how he can give people his aura, it evolves where he can take others. Like how Dracula takes the life force/blood of his victims?

Ruby: Guys! I found Jaune! He’s over here!

Jaune Arc has been captured by Salem’s faction for Two. Whole. Months. But finally the group had been able to find where he was being kept and now they were going to bust him out. Thankfully Winter, Marrow and FNKI had defected from Ironwood’s military and decided to aid them in rescuing Jaune after they broke them out of captivity. They had barely escaped Ironwood’s clutches but now she had Jaune back. In order to avoid their Atlas pursuers the group decides to split up. One group (Oscar, Winter, Blake, Yang, FNKI, Penny, Pietro, Maria, Marrow, Robyn and Happy Huntresses) goes to Shade Academy in Vacuo while the others (Ruby, Weiss, Nora, Ren and Qrow) go to search for Jaune.

The odd thing was that they had kept Jaune in a vat of red liquid that she couldn’t immediately recognize but that could be looked at later. Although upon closer examination, Jaune looked quite paler and looked to be sleeping without a mask on. Soon enough Ruby blasted the control module and soon enough the tank emptied and Jaune slowly dropped to the ground. After a few seconds the tank opened and Ruby rushes to Jaune’s side, cradling his form in her arms.

Ruby: Jaune? Jaune, can you hear me? Are you ok?

When she received no response, Ruby began to panic and quickly checked his breathing. It was...slow, very slow. Next she moved her head towards his bare chest to hear his heartbeat.

*Ba....................................Bump!*

Ruby: Oh gods, please just let that be a part of my imagination.

Weiss: Ruby what’s taking so long?!

Ruby: He’s unconscious! I need someone to help me carry him.

Ren: I can-

Nora: I’LL HELP HIM. You just cover us!

Ren: ...Ok then.

Nora goes to Ruby’s side and together they carry Jaune out of the tank and then the group started to make their escape. As the group started making their way out of the base, they had to move quickly if they wanted to get out of there in one piece. Their group had made it outside and were making their way to their smuggled Manta ship, they were gonna make it out.....That is until a group of Atlesian soldiers came out of hiding and pointed their guns at them, Ironwood at point.

Everyone: Aw shit.

Ironwood: Sorry to interrupt your little rescue mission but but I believe you all will be coming with me now.

Qrow: Look James I know a lot of shit happened during the Fall of Mantle but that doesn’t mean we should keep aiming at each other’s throats.

Ironwood: Save it Qrow. From where I stand all I see are fugitives who are just as much a threat to the safety of Remnant as is Salem. Also if my memory serves me well, not only has your group acquired two stolen Atlas Mantas, taken the power of the Winter Maiden, corrupted my chain of command, and escaped Atlesian custody, you are also responsible for the death of many of my best men.

Ruby: Clover’s death wasn’t our fault it was Tyrian.

Ironwood: And Qrow allowed himself to aid in his murder. Qrow has as much of Clover’s blood in his hands as does that psychotic bastard. And don’t try to act innocent Rose. You’re just as much a criminal as is your uncle.

The General pulls out one of his signature pistols from it’s holster and points it at them.

Ironwood: Now drop your weapons you’re out numbered here. I won’t ask a second time.

Nora: Why so you can keep us as prisoners in your sky fortress! News flash! That plan didn’t work the first time so what makes you think it’ll work a second time!

Ironwood: .....For once you bring an excellent point Valkyrie. Why should I take you as prisoners, you’ve all already proven to be more dangerous alive so I can’t put you in a cage that you’re just going to break out of again. *Lowers his gun* Men...on my mark shoot to kill!

Weiss: Great one Nora! Now what’s your plan?!

Ironwood: 3...2...1....FI-

???: Before you do that Jimmy mind if interject?

Ironwood and everyone else present are brought out of the tense situation and notice that the once unconscious Jaune Arc was standing right begin Ironwood.

Ironwood: What?! H-How did?

Jaune: You see I just got out of being stuck in a tube for two months so understandably, I. Am. Very famished , so do you mind if I take a sip of one of your men? Sure? Gee thanks!

Ironwood: .....what?

Jaune: *Completely ignoring Ironwood * Hey you there, yes you, mind if I get some sip?

Specialist: W-What?

Jaune: *Grabs the soldier by the throat and lifts them up* I SAID LET ME GET SOME SIP!

The specialist screamed out of pain as they felt all of the aura in their body was being forcibly taken and dried up. The result was shown as the specialist looked paler and more dead than alive. Unceremoniously Jaune dropped the living corpse on the ground and looked much more livelier. Except not, as his skin remained pale, his hair had remained white instead of blonde and his once blue eyes opened showing that they were burning red with black sclera eyes instead. His voice was also very much deeper, he almost sounded like a different person.

Jaune: Aaaah! That really hit the spot! Now what was this you about killing us?

Ironwood: Open Fire!

At once all of Ironwood’s men open fired on the distorted Jaune Arc and watched as he seemed to take every shot they fired until he fell to the ground in a bloody mess.

Ruby: JAUNE NO!!!

Ironwood walked up to the body and shot the corpse two more times.

Ironwood: That was for Damien.

As Ironwood turns around to the rest of the group he’s met with a very angry Ruby pointing Crescent Rose point blank at his face.

Ruby: Give me one reason why I shouldn’t blow your brains out Ironwood!

Ironwood: Do you think I’m a fool, I know you won’t shoot me. You don’t have the resolve.

Ruby: *Cocks the bolt handle* You sure about that?

The two leaders stand-off each other and almost seem ready to kill the other in a moment’s notice.

Jaune: You know she’s right. She can do it.

Both leaders look back at the ‘corpse’ as it prepares to stand up from being gunned down. Once he stands up it almost as if he wasn’t harmed at all.

Jaune: You know what Jimmy....I’m feeling a bit more famished than I thought. Sooooooo I think I’ll just help myself to your men!

In a rapid pace Jaune charges at the group of specialists and proceeds to kill off each one. The others just witness as he effortlessly tears apart each of Ironwood’s men but leaves some alive to absorb their Aura. It was a terrifying and gruesome scene that left all of them sick to the stomach. By the end of it Jaune was nearly covered head to toe with the blood of many.

Jaune: WOW! I am impressed Jimmy...impressed of how shit your specialists were! Like seriously I didn’t even kill the last guy he just offed himself like a bitch! Now where were we again?

Ironwood: RRAAAHH! *Draws both of his pistols and starts to shoot at Jaune*

*BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!*

As if it was effortless, Jaune dodged all of Ironwood’s shots with a speed of a phantom and soon enough he was face to face to Ironwood.

Jaune: Sup.

Ironwood: H-Hey.

Jaune: I’m taking you arm now.

Ironwood: What?

Jaune grabs Ironwood’s left arm and rips it out it’s socket in a gory shower of blood and muscle.

Ironwood: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!

Jaune: What’s wrong Jimmy?! You were talking good shit a second ago! Why don’t you have one of your dead men give you a new arm?! I’m sure they gladly do it as they now have plenty to give. * While still holding the torn off appendage, Jaune grabs Ironwood’s black pistol and shoots him three times in the back*

Ironwood: AAAHH! *Wrinths in pain and drops his white pistol*

Jaune: What’s that Jimmy?! Don’t like getting shot a bunch of times, oh but I bet you love shooting at children off cliffs DON’T YA!!! *brings the pistol closer to his ear* What’s that you want me to shoot off your appendages?! Well then I guess it’s my lucky day!!!

Ruby: JAUNE!!!

Jaune stiffens at the voice he hears calling him, he looks to the side and sees Ruby with tears in her eyes and a almost terrified expression. She walks closer slowly to keep his focus on her. Ruby then kneels down and grabs the other pistol from Ironwood dropped. Once it’s in her hands she stands up to look at Jaune, her dear friend. She places her empty hand on his face gently.

Ruby: Let’s just go...he’s can’t chase us in his current condition. Please...come with me.

Jaune: ......... *He steps away from Ironwood and closer to Ruby, looking at her with a soft expression that reminded her that the man before her was indeed Jaune* Ok Crater Face.

Ruby: *Smiles* ‘Sniff’ Ok.

Jaune: *Looks back at Ironwood and looks down at the black pistol* You got cool guns Jimmy...I’m keeping them.

Ruby: *Grabs his arm* Come on let’s go.

Jaune: As you wish.

Weiss: What on Remnant just happened.

Qrow: I got no fucking clue Icicle.

Ren: *Walks up cautiously* J-Jaune.....is it really you?

Jaune: *Looks at him before smiling* Ren...you sonava bitch....how you doing’ buddy?

Ren: Good....you?

Jaune: Been better but what can ya do?

Nora runs up and nearly tackles her lost leader and clings to him closely.

Nora: I....I thought we lost you again...when...when they all shot at you. I thought you were done for.

Jaune: Oh come on, Nora. Who do I look like, Cardin Winchester? I’m not gonna abandon you like that.

Qrow: ....kid. The hell happened to you.

Jaune: ...... *Laughs softly* Now that is a long fuckin’ story.

-End-

Hope you enjoy my take on Dracula Jaune. I was inspired by Hellsing Abridged Alucard and Other forms of Drac in case anyone spot any references. And yes Jaune is taking Ironwood’s guns as they almost are asking for him to take them. See you all later!

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What was Jen's reaction to his confession after coming out of the sex high?! // Could you write VDS fic based on Troy Sivan song strawberries&cigarettes?  // can u do one were J is jealous?

Jens is aware of what he said. It was on the spur of the moment, but he knows he meant it. Lucas didn't say much right away because they were very busy with other things.

But after that, the rest of the weekend went differently. Maybe a little more romantic and honest. They're not just fucking, that changed a long time ago and now it feels like they're not hiding behind that excuse anymore. Lucas didn’t say the words back, but Jens feels like he showed in his actions. 

He woke up quietly, Jens heard the soft sound of his bare feet against the wood floor until he found Jens and curled up against Jens’ side on the couch when he was scrolling through his Instagram, Lucas grabbed one of his hands and put it around himself so Lucas could sit more comfortably against his chest.

When they went back to bed to actually sleep that night, Jens was scared of having a small talk turning against him, so he just said he was too tired, turned his back to Lucas and closed his eyes, hoping he would actually fall asleep quickly. He was actually drained so it didn’t take long for him to relax, feeling his thoughts slowly slip into some other alternate reality. 

The matress moved under him and woke him up, but he didn’t move much when he felt Lucas’ arm carefully come under his own, finding his hand against his chest and holding it. Lucas moved around a little more until he has completely flat against Jens’ back, exhaling against his neck.

Lucas was completely asleep against his back and Jens was still worried, looking at their hands against his chest.

They slept the entire night glued to each other, always moving closer when one moved away. Sunday was chill, they woke up late and stayed in bed for hours, kissing and talking about random things, when Jens finally got the courage to get up, Lucas did it too, they cleaned everything and packed the car to go back home. It would be a long, stressful week with little to no free time so they stayed together until very late.

Jens left the car at his parents’ house and they got on the train to go back to college. Lucas was using Jens’ pink sweatshirt when they left the train and went their separate ways. They hadn’t talked about it yet. About Jens saying that he loves Lucas. Jens managed to focus on his finals and whatever he had to do that week, but whenever Lucas texted or called he instantly panicked, thinking that Lucas had finally grown the courage to ask what the fuck was that, but the question never came.

to Jens: Can you stay this weekend?

to Lucas: Why...?

to Jens: Please? I have some plans that include you…

to Lucas: That’s not suspicious…

to Jens: Jens.

to Lucas: Ok!!

Someone is grumpy this morning…

to Jens: It’s probably the lack of sex. Thank you <3 I’ll send you the address to where we’re going whenever Kes sends it to me.

Jens drops his phone on his bed, rolling his eyes, finally finishing taking his clothes off to go take his shower. For a minute while Lucas was typing, Jens thought that this was it, they were going on a date and finally talk about Jens’ words. But then Kes is going too, so there’s no way they’ll be talking about them in front of Lucas’ best friend.

It would be a lie if Jens said he was excited to stay this weekend. He hasn’t seen his friends in almost two weeks and after the last weekend, he thinks he needs to see them, talk about a few things…

The last thing he wanted was to stay to hang out with Kes while there’s this huge thing between him and Lucas that needs to be talked about even though Jens hates even thinking about explaining himself.

He doesn’t know what he should wear. Lucas didn’t say anything so it’s supposedly just a normal party or a get together? Jens is not too sure. He misses Lucas and that’s all he can think about right now. They haven’t seen each other all week, too busy with their own things and college.

The party is not too far from his place and Lucas is already there with his friends. Jens is not sure if he’s in a rush or not. He wants to see Lucas so bad, kiss him and forget about his stressful week, but he’s not sure he’ll be able to do it now, at a party, with everyone around them.

Right now, Jens is not really caring about being seeing with another boy. Maybe it would be different if it was in his hometown, but he pushes that thought aside when he finally gets there.

It’s a party. Flashing bright lights, loud music, the smell of sweat, too much cologne and weed all hitting you the instant you get inside the craziness. The usual party.

Lucas finds Jens first and it’s not how Jens would have ever imagined to happen, not even in his wildest dreams. He doesn’t even have time to react, Lucas’ arms are already around his neck, really kissing him, with tongues and all. Jens can only put his arms around Lucas’ waist and pull his whole body closer, pressing them together, letting Lucas lean against him instead of walking on his tiptoes.

“I guess you missed me,” Jens whispers against his lips when they finally stop and Lucas smiles with his eyes still closed.

“Come on, I was waiting for you.” Lucas grabs his wrist and drags him through the crowd, stumbling a little until they’re finally on the other side of the living room, away from the people dancing to the music. When Jens can finally see actual people instead of blurred backs dancing around him, he knows what this is and he recognizes Lucas’ friends right away.

He suddenly feels self-protective, straightening his posture as Lucas has the fondest smile on his lips, looking from him to the other two boys. If he’s reading the situation right, this is the “meet the friends” date that Jens didn’t even know they were ready for. Lucas must have talked to his boys about him or this wouldn’t be happening.

“Jens, this is Kes. And Jayden. Guys, this is Jens.”

As he’s stuck in this situation with no way of leaving without hurting Lucas’ feelings, it hits him. Lucas likes him too. Jens is not confident enough to talk about love, but Lucas likes him or he wouldn’t be here, being introduced to his best friends. Lucas is out, at least for his close friends. And he felt like introducing him to them.

Kes eyes him carefully, taking his fucking time and Jens knew Kes wasn’t too happy with Lucas’ choice of the first guy to introduce him to. They shook hands anyway, probably carrying too much about Lucas to let their personal opinions about each other come to the surface. Jayden was easier, smiling a little and bumping his shoulder against Jens’ on their half-hug.

Before they were actually a thing, Jens had a crush on Lucas already and he saw him a couple of times, watched the dynamic of his group of friends. And he couldn’t help but form his own opinions about the boys at that time just like he formed his crush about Lucas just by his looks and the way he smiled and seemed playful with them.

Kes is too cocky for his own good. He’s a natural flirt and Jens watched as he was always with some girl eyeing him. And he and Lucas are very, very close friends. When Jens was just watching from afar, he thought he was a bad friend to Robbe when he saw how Lucas and Kes treated each other. Maybe he’s just being jealous, but now he feels like Kes counts on Lucas’ feelings for him to do whatever he wants with their relationship.

They try to talk for a little, but Jens is still getting used to all of this. Lucas didn’t use any label to introduce him, but it wasn’t really necessary and now Jens just needs to hear him say those words back. He needs it. If there’s no problem coming out to his friends, why won’t Lucas say if he loves Jens or not?

“I’m gonna get something to drink. You want something?” Jens quietly puts his arm around Lucas’ waist, asking close to his ear and he shakes his head, he already has something in his cup, but Jens just needed to make sure. “I’ll be right back.”

His brain isn’t working too well and he went to leave a kiss on Lucas’ cheek for no reason, but he was doing the same to Jens and they end up almost kissing right in front of Kes and Jayden.

Jens distances himself while he hears Jayden teasing Lucas about him. He has no idea where the kitchen is, but he somehow finds it, opening the fridge, grabbing the first bottle he can grab. There’s a pile of plastic cups and Jens grabs the top one, leaving on the counter as he opens the bottle, thinking that he needs to get drunk and fast so he doesn’t have a chance to fuck this up for himself. His feelings can wait until tomorrow. He can’t be asking Lucas why he didn’t say he loved him back in front of his friends.

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breaking, broken - jj maybank

summary: you go to visit JJ at his home to surprise him, but instead you find JJ and his dad fighting 

warnings: mentions of physical abuse, unloving, and ofc fluff 

notes: second fic in two days! i can’t stress enough how thankful i am from your response to ‘uncovered’. i was nervous to post it because i thought that no one was going to see it, but the response was incredible🥺 also i can’t decide if i got too carried away in this fic and didn’t actually write anything, but hopefully its okay <3 i also just wanted to mention that i think i accidentally used some australian vocab or spelling - sorry, it’s just what comes natural to me. (also prepare yourselves, i did indeed cry while writing this) 

wc: 1,994.

second fic? yes, but i still have a taglist if anyone wants to join <3

(gif by @ptersparkers)

It wasn’t often that you left the Outer Banks. Your parents often went to the mainland because of work, but very rarely did you go with them. Except, on this particular weekend, they needed your help with something, so you said goodbye to the pogues, including your boyfriend JJ, on Thursday night and off you went.

You were expecting to be over on the mainland until Sunday night, but the plans changed last minute and you and your parents ended up returning on Saturday night instead. You decided not to tell JJ, however, wanting to surprise him. Why? Well, not much happens these days to surprise anyone, so you took whatever chance you were able to get.

You quickly dropped your bags off home, grabbed a quick bite to eat and then you rode over to JJ’s house. You both were from the same area of town; the cut. It was how you and JJ became friends in the first place. You two were the only one’s in your little part of town who were the same age, that was until you became friends with the rest of the pogues.

Within a few minutes, you were at JJ’s. It wasn’t often that you went to JJ’s house. Any chance he took, he would always try to go to anyone else’s house. You and the rest of the pogues knew that his life at home wasn’t the best, with his mum disappearing when he was only 10. His dad was notorious for losing his temper, sometimes evident on JJ’s body. He always tried to make excuses for why he had bruises and cuts, but it had happened so much that you and the rest of the pogues knew better. Still, no one ever brought it up in conversation, scared of how JJ would react.

You let your bike drop at the start of his long driveway, next to where JJ’s bike was. You walked up the gravel driveway, trying not to make too much noise as this was a surprise after all. There was a light on at his house, and you could see a figure in the window, indicating that someone was home. You grew excited, seeing as you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in a few days. Despite it not being long, you and JJ rarely spent any day apart, so it felt like it had been weeks.

As you walked close to the front door, however, you could see another body in the window, along with yelling. It took a few seconds to process what was going on, but when you did, your heart began to beat louder and you grew nervous. It was rare that you came into contact with JJ’s dad, he never seemed to be home. But you knew that by the level of the voices coming from inside, that it wasn’t good.

You froze in your place, unsure of what to do. One part of you wanted to turn around and pretend like you never saw what happened, but the other part of you knew that you couldn’t leave JJ alone, not like this. You decided to move out of sight from the window, but still staying close enough that you could see what was going on.

After a few more minutes of yelling, slamming and some talk about JJ’s mother, his dad stormed out of the house from the back door, got on JJ’s motorbike and rode away, right past you without him even noticing you. All was silent for a few seconds until you heard the sounds of JJ crying, which was enough to break your heart into two.

You didn’t think twice before walking up to the front door, which was open seeing as they never lock it, and walking right inside, following the sounds of JJ’s sobs. When you walked into the living room, you found JJ sitting in the corner of the room, with his knees up to his chest, hugging them close with his head down. You paced over to him, kneeling to his level and gently placing a hand in his arm, trying not to startle him.

But the second you placed a hand on JJ, he flinched. He shot his head up quickly, with fear evident in his eyes. His lip was split open, bleeding down his chin. His cheek also had a cut in it, but the saddest of all was the constant stream of tears down his face. When he realised it was you, and not his dad coming back to hurt him, he let out a mix between a whine and a sob. Whatever it was, it was enough to make you start crying.

You hated seeing him like this, upset and broken. You had only ever seen it once before when he found a letter his mum wrote for him when he was 12. His dad had hidden it from him, for whatever reason. It wasn’t until he read the letter that he realised how much he missed his mum, longed for her care that his dad didn’t have, not one bit.

JJ kept his eyes locked with yours, frozen still, scared to move which would cause him pain. Instead, you crawled down next to him, with your body pressed against his while you wrapped your arms around him. You knew that he was still too injured and vulnerable to say anything, and you didn’t want to say anything else which would make him upset, so you let your hugging do the talking.

JJ finally let go of a breath that he didn’t realise he was holding. Once he knew that you were there next to him, and his dad was long gone, he broke down even more. He sobs got louder, his body was shaking more and he was trying to say something, anything, but nothing except vacant sobs would pass through his mouth.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m here, I’m here, you don’t have to say anything, I know it hurts, you don’t have to talk,” you tried to reassure him.

He began to move in your arms. You released your grip on him so he could do what he wanted to do, but he only ended up turning around, so the two of you were now facing each other, with his legs over the top of yours. He slightly dragged himself forward, slowly, due to the pain that was rushing through his ribs, so that your bodies were now flush together. He ended up wrapping his arms underneath yours and holding on to you tighter than ever before.

JJ never broke down his walls like he was currently doing. He vowed to always stay strong for the other people around him, no matter how much he was hurting, but at this very time, he couldn’t control himself. He had so many emotions building up in him for the longest time, and his dad hit a nerve that he had never done before, which caused him to lose all sense of stability.

You allowed the boy to collapse in your arms, holding him as if he were falling. You knew that you had to be strong for him. Even though it killed you to see your boyfriend in that much pain, you knew that you had to be strong enough for both of you.

So, you two sat in that position - JJ sitting in your lap, arms wrapped around you tight as if he was afraid to let go, with you gently playing with his hair, which you knew always made him feel better. You whispered anything that came to mind, anything that would help him calm down. You knew that this breakdown was inevitable at some point, so you didn’t want to rush whatever JJ had to let go of.

You don’t know if it was minutes or hours which had past, but the boy eventually calmed down, his sobs turning into consistent tears, his breathing back to somewhat normal. You stayed silent though, letting him decide what he wanted to do next.

“You were never meant to see me like this, y’know,” he whispered, so softly that you almost didn’t hear him.

“What do you mean, bub?” You asked, confused.

“I’m your boyfriend, I’m meant to stay strong for you, for everybody. I’ve been dealing with my…” he trailed off. You didn’t speak, instead letting him finish what he had to say.

“I’ve been dealing with my dad for a while now, y’know, the beatings and whatnot. They usually didn’t phase me too much, I’m used to them. But tonight, he said something about my mum, and I-I, I don’t know what happened.”

You knew that JJ’s mum was always a touchy subject. You never brought it up, the two of you only talked about her when he mentioned it, which wasn’t often. You knew that this was a big thing for JJ; opening up to you about his mum.

“You don’t have to stay strong, not for me, not for anyone else. You’re allowed to feel sometimes J,” you spoke, another sob coming out of his mouth went you mentioned ‘feel’.

“J, nothing you could ever say could excuse what your dad does to you. And I’m sorry that I haven’t noticed sooner, I know that you’ve been hurting and in pain, yet I never said anything. But J-“ You had to pause to hold back a sob; this was hurting you so much as well, seeing the person you love more than anything in so much pain.

“- What your dad does is not okay. And you need to realise that. I am here, and I love you. You have the rest of the pogues who love you so much too. But this-“ You motioned to his injuries “This isn’t love.”

JJ said nothing after you spoke. Instead, he moved back from his position in your arms, locked eyes with you as more tears fell from his ocean blue eyes and whispered softly:

“I know. I know this isn’t love. But he’s my dad.” He paused for a moment.

“He’s the only family I have left.”

You nodded softly. You understood that as much as his situation sucked with his dad, the good times with him made it seem like it was worth it, as if he really did love him and had his best intentions. But you know that no father could ever put their child in this much harm and mean it in a good way.

“I know that it may seem good at some times, when the two of you get along, but J, we are your family. Me, John B, Kiara, Pope, we’re your family. We love you more than anything in this world, and it kills us to see you in this much pain.”

He stayed quiet for a few moments, but then he spoke softly.

“I know.”

The two of you stayed as you were, sitting with your crossed legs overlapping while looking at each other, your eyes having a whole conversation in itself.

But then, classic JJ style, he spoke.

“You know, my ribs kill like a bitch. I need some weed,” he spoke, managing to squeeze out a chuckle too.

And just like that, you knew that he was going to be okay. You were going to do everything in your power to make sure that JJ stayed his goofy, cheeky self that you know best. You were going to help him figure out a way to get away from his dad and make him safe. You couldn’t bear the thought of anything else happening to him. For the rest of the night, you helped clean up JJ’s wounds and bruises, made some toast (since that’s the only thing the boy had at his house) and then lay together on the hammock outside, cuddling him in a way which wouldn’t hurt him. Oh, and of course, JJ had a blunt too.

tags: @dannii-li

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7, 37

7. Do you prefer to read short fics or long fics?

Long = more content so long all the way! I still love one-shots and they’re great for being a more easily digestible size when I don’t have much time, but a multi-chaptered fic usually has more space to devote to twists and turns and upping the mutual pining stakes or what have you.

37. Give an update on your current WIP - if you don’t have one, give a sneak peek to a title or idea that you have and would like to write.

alskdfjsdlkj;j once upon a time I was a staunch “one wip at a time” type of person but now i think i have 7? anyway i have nothing better to do atm so have updates on all of them!

1) Foggy Nelson, Super Sleuth!

this is the multi-chaptered fic that keeps me up at night. i haven’t updated it since last September (it’s on AO3) and that pains me but i’m having issues deciding on plot things. Here’s a paragraph:

Matt Murdock was fully aware that he’d wadded into some deep shit—he just also happened to be really good at compartmentalization. One neat box for his daily persona, one heavy-lidded trunk where he kept his Daredevil suit hidden away… (and one impenetrable vault wherein lay a few fast and dirty impressions of something he’d rather not get into featuring Foggy, but that was another matter.) Anyway, all of this is to say that Matt came very vaguely and very slowly to the realization that the job his clumsy vigilante act was doing on his face might be about to jeopardize the orderliness that he’d built around himself.

2) the one where a rumor starts that Matt is dating Daredevil

this one is basically just Foggy losing his mind over the rumor while trying not to admit to himself why it bugs him. probably going to end up a one-shot? nothing new to post from this one that i haven’t already posted to tumblr.

3) the “Matt doesn’t love me, he just wants me for a one-night stand” one

mattfoggyyyy. also planned as a one-shot. this could possibly be the next one i finish if i can get over myself long enough to edit what i already have so i can move forward.

Lately he’d taken up the blasphemous habit of appending “amen” to one-line pleas to Matt’s God in the hopes that the Almighty would see his plight and intervene on his behalf. Please, Jesus, throw your bisexual brethren a bone here. Amen. He crossed himself quickly as an afterthought, not sure exactly which part of a prayer was the bit that sent it to God.

4) Bloom (title subject to change)

One of the writer’s month ficlets that I kind of want to expand into soft pwp despite having no idea how to write smut. yay for trying new things!

Matt’s hand found a fistful of Foggy’s hair of its own accord. His other one pressed against Foggy’s back to scooch him in closer until his hips rested flush with Matt’s own.

5) Foggy misinterprets Matt’s purposely bad flirting and tries to help him

another mattfoggy one-shot. Poor Foggy doesn’t realize Matt’s flirting badly is only a front to keep himself single and available for the one day Foggy might look at him differently.

“I’ve gotta say, buddy, that was the most spectacular fail at reciprocating some flirting I have ever seen, and I have my own teenage years to compare it to.” Foggy placed a humble hand on his chest. “Allow me to drop some wisdom on you,” he said, and paused for dramatic effect. “Girls don’t like it when you ask if they’re wearing deodorant or if they just smell like that. It’s creepy.”

6) Don’t Give Yourself This Excuse

a Sad oneshot. Matt fails to save a kid from a bombing and then pays Foggy a visit to say goodbye. (Foggy’s not having it though.)

There was no way Matt wasn’t involved, and if he wasn’t, well, he would be if you gave him five minutes to get to the site of the explosion. Foggy dug his knuckles into his eyes in frustration. Sometimes he wished Matt would just not rush into every situation aching to fix it. He could appreciate that Matt had a bleeding heart, but there was only so much blood in the human body, and Foggy was pretty sure that at this rate Matt had to be tapped so dry the blood was simply flaking off of him like paint flecks peeling off an old, wooden fence.

7) You Would Never Call Me Baby, If You Knew Me Truly

another mattfoggy one-shot. Foggy tells Matt he likes him and Matt reacts Badly, not because he doesn’t like him back but because he feels like he’s not worthy of love.

The first words out of his mouth were, “No, Foggy,” and they sounded like they were meant for scolding a dog. Maybe God had screwed up a lot more designing him than Matt had initially given Him credit for. His words’ effect on Foggy came out in a huff of disbelieving breath.

Thanks for the ask!

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show me your rosettes, baby (g)

summary: The world tour is over and the Bangtan Boys finally get their well-deserved break. When Namjoon suddenly can’t find Jimin anywhere, things take an unexpected and pretty unbelievable turn. “Kim Namjoon!” “Hyung. How common is it for people to turn into cats?” word count: 11.7k note: sorry for not updating this baby in sooo long. i struggled with this chapter for three months and would have never gotten to this final version without @justanemptydream’s help. you saved me. thank you, love. anyway, last time i thought the chapter was long but now we’ve got an 11.7k monstrosity. let me know if you enjoyed reading it. toodles  ✨

masterlist | moodboard masterlist

[ prologue | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven ]

The room is stunningly quiet apart from Jimin’s sleepy hiccups, the soft buzzing of the fish tank and the beeps that signal that the call is not yet connected. Unsure about what to expect, Sihyuk and Namjoon hold eye contact. Then, suddenly, a woman’s voice appears on the other side of the phone.

“Welcome, Bang Sihyuk, Kim Namjoon. I am your automated call agent today. We apologize for not being personally available to take your call at the moment. To continue, please choose an option from the menu. Press 1 to access all gathered data about Park Jimin, press 3 to-“

They both look at each other.

“What the hell.”

A bird caws outside the window. The fish in the tank swim in wobbly circles. Jimin sniffles and fails to lick his side. The silence - okay, it’s more of a shock-state, but the silence seems electric, like any word will change the current and any action will push them to a point of no return.

Namjoon starts a short body-mind check, feels his brain reboot. There are not many updates; he’s still sitting in the same chair in Bang Sihyuk’s office, Jimin is still wriggling around on his lap and they are still on the phone with the weird robot lady whose number they got from a magic business card. But his heart is pounding like it wasn’t before, and his eyes and mouth hang open wide. Actual shivers flow over his skin, matching the light reflexes from the tank, and Namjoon has a weird premonition that he will break something today. The silence is almost damp with shock, and probably only rings in his ears, like he’s a hero in an action movie who’s lost his sense of hearing after the explosion of the century.

Now, Namjoon knows a lot of things other people don’t know. He knows how to make music, great music according to ARMY and the charts, and he knows how to lead a group (although most of the time, he feels like he’s not actually doing anything, thanks to his hyungs). He knows how to survive a 40-event concert tour and he knows how to dislocate a shoulder without trying to. It’s the things Namjoon doesn’t know that scare him.

He doesn’t know how anyone could have possibly found out about Jimin’s condition - he’s been extra careful the past days, restraining himself from posting cat photos on their twitter and only letting Jimin out into their private backyard to avoid prying eyes. The only people he’s told about Jimin are Min Yoongi and Bang Sihyuk. Not even the other band members know about the leopard cub roaming their apartment and gnawing on their cushions. And yet, some company or organization has found out. 

Namjoon doesn’t know what to think - on the one hand, it could be very good. It could mean that the other company has no intention of blackmailing them. It could mean that there is interest in the topic but no pressure. On the other hand, this could be bad, very bad. To know that someone else is out there, with unclear motivations (because seriously, they could still blackmail BigHit for this), with an unknown amount of information - it could mean anything. Namjoon knows as well as any other person working for BigHit how fragile success is - no matter the foundation of work underneath. BigHit and BTS have worked years - long years that cost them their all - to rise up as far as they have today and the whole business is based completely on popularity, on opinions. Opinions can change quickly, especially in the music industry. One wrong move and your career is over. Namjoon knows all this. What he doesn’t know is whether Jimin will shift back, become human again (the doubt still lingers despite what Jackson says), whether BTS will be able to go on normally, whether their next shows will happen, whether Jimin will be okay. Because if he isn’t, BTS isn’t, and if BTS isn’t, BigHit isn’t either. That’s how it works. Namjoon knows that. And that’s why he looks up to Sihyuk for help.

Namjoon is sure that Sihyuk knows all these things too, that he’s thinking about them right this moment while Namjoon has to remember to breathe properly and both ways, in and out, to stuff back his rising anxiety (just like his therapist told him, in and out, in and out). Sihyuk stays pretty quiet for a long moment, looking back at Namjoon but not really looking at him directly, more like… through him like he’s not focused at all. Then, he shakes his head and himself out of his trance and grabs his phone. Another thing Namjoon knows (by heart) is this new look on Sihyuk’s face as he looks for the contact and dials. It’s the I’m-concerned-for-my-kids look that he’s been sporting less and less nowadays but that had been a constant companion during their first couple of years. 

The voice on the phone reels Namjoon back in from his observations, enough to catch the relieved “Good morning, Mrs. Kang”. It’s enough to let Namjoon know that the situation is very serious but hasn’t quite reached catastrophic levels yet. Mrs. Kang is their lawyer, not their emergency response unit. Mrs. Kang clears things up, does law research and manages their contract details. She’s not responsible for decisions concerning anything related to music or marketing or member conditions, so Namjoon manages to find some hope in the thought that all these things are not endangered. PDnim will take care of any new legal issues. We’ll be fine. 

Before he reroutes his full attention back to the words filtering through his phone, Namjoon takes a second to feel himself in the room - he thinks back to his therapist talking to him about unsettling situations and anxiety. Just ground yourself in the sounds and in the feeling of your body in the room - against the chair, against the floor, wherever you are. Feel the air around you and breathe in and out. What is near you? Feel it. Focus on that rather than the anxiety inside. Namjoon breathes in and for a second, he wishes he had Jungkook’s sense of smell because the office scent in his own nose is rather weak. He does smell Sihyuk’s perfume and the lingering residue of his own cologne on the soft collar of his coat. He feels the chair’s armrests that enclose his hips and the way his shoes line up perfectly with the floor. And most importantly, he feels Jimin pawing at his ankles in an eager attempt to be scooped up and cuddled, probably. It forces a pleasant smile on Namjoon’s face that he welcomes - as if the little leopard cub has managed to shush his anxiety completely. Rightfully so, Namjoon thinks as he grabs Jimin’s tiny body, legs and arms flailing around cutely in the air, tail curling around Namjoon’s wrist. Jimin’s eyes are wide and blue and just like a little plushie’s - big enough to stand out from the rest of his body proportions and big enough to lower your defenses to attack you with cuteness. Namjoon sets his dongsaeng down on his lap before picking up the call again only to realize that he hadn’t even responded last time - so now, the robot voice is tirelessly repeating the same menu choices as before.

“-mation we have gathered about Park Jimin, press 3 to apply for a regular membership or a VIP membership, press 5 to request medical or legal support, press 7 to be connected to our Shifter and Hybrid Needs network or press 9 for other issues.”

When his mind registers the options presented to him, Namjoon doesn’t know what to think. In all honesty, those options sound nothing like his paranoia had suggested to him before - it sounds like normal customer service and that bothers Namjoon because this is a magical number that Jackson had given him… right? To be honest, Namjoon doesn’t know what a phone call with a magical number should sound like, if there’s any sample he could go by - is there any K-drama he could watch that is even halfway accurate with these magical things? Maybe he should text Jackson later.

“H-Hi,” he cringes at how shaky his own voice sounds, “w-who am I talking to?”

“Forgive my manners, Namjoon-ssi. I am your automated call agent today. Our office staff is currently not available to take your call-“

It’s so strange. Namjoon has never encountered any automated call agent that responds to his voice, or rather, his words. Normally, those things present the options menu, wait for the number he presses, and react accordingly. He’s slightly confused by how this call goes right now and Jimin whines when the big fingers in the fur on his back still. Namjoon goes back to gently stroking the cub’s fur and frowns. What if this is not a normal machine?

“Are-are you an AI? Or are you a new kind of technology somehow?”

“I am an AMI, Namjoon-ssi, designed specifically to accommodate our many clients’ needs individually.” 

An AMI. He isn’t sure if that name was given on purpose, if that is part of the message that the other side wants to transmit - an AMI? Like, ARMY? Is it meant to… be a joke? A threat maybe? Does the female robot voice introduce itself (herself?) as AMI to everyone or just him? Namjoon’s brows are furrowed and he really doesn’t know what to think, only that wilder ideas arise the more he keeps thinking, so maybe he should stop. What if- what if this is not really a robot voice but an actual ARMY that uses some sort of voice contortion device? What if this is a Sasaeng? Alarm bells ring in Namjoon’s head. He isn’t sure whether that’s possible, whether this is a valid idea, but in the handful of years he’s been an idol, he’s learned that the world is crazy. Anything is possible, especially in BTS. He brushes his fingers through Jimin’s soft fur, letting the tail drag through his hands, relishes in the warmth under the fuzz and risks a look at Sihyuk, who is still talking to their lawyer. 

“There’s no sense in waiting longer, you’re right. Is there anything you can do to activate the contract clause faster?” and then, “Yeah, same as last time.”

Namjoon sits up a little straighter. A contract clause? What does he mean by that? What kind of contract clause - he sucks in a breath. Does BangPdnim - did he plan this somehow? Was he prepared for this kind of thing to happen? Also, same as last time? Has he done this before? Is there… maybe someone else like Jimin? Another shifter in the group? Wouldn’t Jackson have mentioned that? His thoughts swirl and Namjoon feels like he’s falling through his chair, into the ground, like there’s an endless bottom opening up underneath him. Like his world changes and all his breathing exercises from before have been completely useless. Once again, the voice - AMI - pulls him back into reality. He breathes unevenly and finds Jimin’s eyes. Innocent. Unknowing. Trusting. Namjoon’s heart pounds. It aches from his yearning to take care of Jimin well. To protect him.

“May I ask you to choose from the options, Namjoon-ssi. Main menu. Press 1 to access-“

“AMI, how can I change Jimin back? Is there anything I can give him? Maybe medication, or something?”

It’s a rushed question, a question tasting like panic and helplessness. Namjoon doesn’t know what’s going on, it scares him, and he needs to find a solution. If there is even the tiniest possibility of Jimin’s contract being changed up now that he is like this, and Jimin being at a disadvantage because of it, Namjoon will make sure to make it right. He shivers because normally, he wouldn’t hesitate to ask for Sihyuk’s help, but now? It’s all messed up, he doesn’t know what’s happening and what he can do. He needs to come up with solutions, and fast.

“Shifting is a process induced by hormones, Namjoon-ssi. There is medication to trigger a shift either way but it will majorly affect hormone levels of the patient and is not recommended to be taken on a regular basis.”

“Is there any other way?”

“Would you classify this situation as an emergency?”

Namjoon thinks. He looks at Jimin, then at Sihyuk. Catches the mumbled “Can’t have that happen. No one can find out” from the CEO’s lips. Feels breathless, like endless shame is gnawing through his heart for even allowing the mere thought of Sihyuk doing anything that could harm the members. He wouldn’t. Right? Right? But right now, Namjoon can’t really judge the situation well. He doesn’t have all the information, doesn’t know what a contract clause could do in this case, what it would be for, he doesn’t know. He kind of wishes he had Hobi or Yoongi by his side right now, to help him make decisions but also to help him keep a clear head. It would certainly make things more bearable. It feels like he’s actually stepped into that alternative universe from their Heartbeat music video, where impossible things are the norm and magical creatures float around everywhere. He doesn’t understand.

“Yes, I would say so,” he breathes.

“Understood,” AMI replies promptly, “Emergency response team has been alerted. Estimated arrival in 5 minutes. Please prepare to assist the medical examination by-“

Namjoon rushes to yell into the phone, “What- NO! No, no, no! It’s not that kind of an emergency! Jimin is fine, please don’t, there’s no need-“

Sihyuk sends a worried look into his direction, but Namjoon ignores it.

“Emergency response team on standby. Please confirm your previous directive. Is this an emergency?”

“We don’t need medical attention. Jimin is fine.”

“Understood. Main menu. Please choose from the options. Press 1 to-“

His shoulders sag in relief but he feels annoyed that AMI has moved back to the main menu again without even leaving room for discussion. It beeps when Namjoon presses the 1, maybe because he actually wants to know what this AMI knows about Park Jimin, maybe because he really feels bad for making her read the main menu so often and maybe because he doesn’t know what to do and needs to kill time so Sihyuk can do this phone call together with him and maybe even because he doesn’t know if this is important or not. So, he waits for AMI’s voice with bated breath.

“1,” AMI enunciates, “general data regarding Park Jimin. Nationality: Korean. Date of birth: 1997, June 5th. Gender: female. Species: White -“

“Wait, no. That’s uh, you’ve got the wrong Park Jimin.”

AMI is talking about Park Jimin who Namjoon had first met on the set of the After School Club together with Eric Nam, and he releases a breath of relief - and loses Jimin, who takes the chance to start exploring. Like the little troublemaker his kitty alter ego is (not really a big surprise when you think about how human Jimin’s mind works), he jumps right up where he probably shouldn’t be - on the desk. The desk where documents lay, where electronic devices buzz and where little objects look interesting enough to trigger a little cat’s curiosity.

“I apologize, Namjoon-ssi,” AMI says, sounding a little confused with her robotic voice, “would you like to change Park Jimin’s profile?”

“No, no. It’s just the wrong one. There’s another Park Jimin.”

“I apologize, Namjoon-ssi,” AMI repeats and Namjoon figures it’s just how she’s programmed, “would you like to register a new profile?”

“I don’t want to register anything, I just want-“

“Main menu. Press 1 to access-“

He groans. And there she goes again. Namjoon shuffled on his seat nervously, ignoring the little growls from Jimin somewhere further away. He risks a side glance to Jimin and feels soft amusement riding up his face when the cub rolls around playing and nibbling on a small BT21 Cooky’s ears. But then he hears AMI talking, persistently repeating the main menu and Namjoon isn’t sure if he can go wrong by choosing any of the options so he just dares to ask questions. He hopes it won’t get him into trouble.

“You mentioned legal advice. Why would we need legal advice?”

“Currently, there is very little official legislation regarding the Shifter and Hybrid community in Korea. Our legal department’s services are free and extend toward every member of the Shifter and Hybrid community in Korea. We offer-“

“And what about medical support? What kind of medical support would Jimin need?”

“Our organization connects clients to a network of professional veterinarians from all over the nation. However, we have specific 24/7 on-call staff trained to assess and treat Shifters and Hybrids specifically. We also connect to therapists, nutritionists, and skin & fur care professionals if needed.”

Namjoon isn’t sure what that means, only that it actually sounds like robot lady is trying to sell them something now. Hadn’t she talked about a membership before? He feels his leg bounce impatiently. When will Sihyuk be done? Should I just wait for him? Maybe we should just discuss this before anything else-

“Namjoon-ssi, Park Jimin is currently ingesting Samsung printer ink, which can be very toxic for a leopard cub his age, please-“

As if hit by a sudden strike of lighting, Namjoon feels his body move on its own. His eyes shoot up, focusing immediately on his kitty dongsaeng playing with a dark little ink cartridge by the printer. His thumb smashes that end-call button before letting the phone collide with the table in an ugly crash. He lunges forward to grab Jimin from the desk.

“Jiminie! Don’t do that,” he scolds and feels terror spread at the sight of the little leopard wiggling in his grasp, ears drawn back in shock, cheeks and chest soaked in splashes of blue, magenta and yellow ink. “What are you thinking!”

The cub meows pitifully but doesn’t let his words match his actions with all the feisty squirming. Once again, he seeks out the help of his claws that definitely pierce Namjoon’s skin. With his concentration completely on Jimin - it’s honestly a relief that the call is over so that he can deal with one issue at the time - he jumps when Sihyuk suddenly yells a curse through the room.

“What is happening!? Namjoon-ah, what did you do?”

Namjoon whines. It’s not his fault Jimin is prone to get himself into situations like this - he’s too curious, too adventurous and too tiny for the world right now and apparently, he likes making a mess with colored liquids. The toothpaste had been harmless of course, so it wasn’t a big deal, but Namjoon can’t deny it doesn’t give him a half a heart attack looking at Jimin with those stains in his fur. He looks like a little rainbow-kitty somehow. If this wasn’t so serious, Namjoon would take photos. He knows Jimin would coo and laugh at this later and Taehyung would declare it authentic art.

“I’m sorry, hyung! I didn’t pay attention for a second and- do you have tissues?”

Sihyuk throws him a package of wet tissues from some shelf by the wall, but like Namjoon expects, it basically doesn’t do anything to get the ink out of the leopard’s fur. It doesn’t look like Jimin minds or like he even understands the fuss (he purrs when Namjoon rubs his body down), but the humans certainly do. Namjoon sinks back into his chair and sighs, one of his hands brushing through his own hair in an attempt to calm himself. It takes a second to just calm down from the pulsing shock, so he just lets Jimin play with his hands until the little leopard loses interest and starts nosing Namjoon’s belly, the pockets of Namjoon’s jeans, and puts his tiny paws on Namjoon’s thighs, looking up.

“How are you so tiny and still such a troublemaker, Jiminie?”

Jimin stays in his position for quite a bit as if he wants to say something but Namjoon doesn’t get the hint, doesn’t know what Jimin wants, and realizes AMI is still talking. By now, he considers just hanging up and calling Jackson. Or one of the hyungs. He could really use a hyung now, just a steady, calming presence next to him like in English interviews or Award Shows. Jimin, who still has his nose buried in Namjoon’s jeans (where his pockets are), whines. 

“What is it, baby, huh? What do you need?”

The little leopard only snuffles wetly along Namjoon’s pockets (which are empty) and when the rapper tries to grab the cat, Jimin hisses. But then he slips because he’s a clumsy little thing with only a short, shivering tail that doesn’t know how to balance the body attached to it and his paws lose grip on Namjoon’s thigh so he glides off the side. Luckily, Namjoon’s reflexes are quick enough to shoot after his dongsaeng and grab his leg so that he can lift the kitty back up his lap before anything can happen. (He pictures the scene like one of those Dads grabbing their kid falling from the couch in those Dad-compilations. It’s epic.) He yelps when Jimin’s tiny fangs sink into his hand. He receives a vicious hiss on top and feels betrayed.

“Jimin! Don’t bite me like that! I saved you. No need to be so ungrateful.”

But the cub doesn’t seem to feel grateful or repentant and continues his search for whatever it is he hopes to find in Namjoon’s pockets. It’s a tad irritating to be ignored like this when normally, Jimin is so thoughtful and kind.

“If you feel bratty like this, you can gladly spend the rest of our time back in the box.”

At this, Jimin does look up and for a second, Namjoon feels something spark in his chest. Did he understand that? Did he understand me?

“The box? Do you want to go back into the box? Maybe that’s not such a bad idea, huh? You could nap a bit and you’ll feel much better.”

He gets up slowly, trying to grab Jimin on the way, but the little cub struggles too much so that Namjoon has to set him down to not have his hands torn up.

“C’mon, baby. We’ll put you back until you feel better, huh?”

All his hope is crushed when Jimin avoids the box like it’s hell even if he seemed to like it so much before. Any attempt to shoo him near the box fails and after a couple of minutes chasing the kitty around, Namjoon gives up. He goes back to his chair, plopping down and watching as Jimin tapers off to run circles in front of the fish tank and eventually trods over to Sihyuk’s feet. That, in turn, has Namjoon on edge, because Sihyuk is busy and concentrated on the phone call and Jimin is tiny and Namjoon knows from experience how easy the cub is to overlook and almost step on. But the CEO smiles at Namjoon and gives him a thumbs up. He straightens up and stands with his feet planted firmly on the ground, not bouncing on the balls of his feet like he usually does when on the phone. When Jimin starts to roll around, making it his mission to catch Sihyuk’s shoelaces, the man chuckles fondly. It’s a relief and Namjoon can’t believe he thought Sihyuk would somehow maybe make a bad choice just because Jimin turned into a baby animal.

“Yes, please let me know what options we have,” the CEO says. “Thank you.”

Namjoon uses the minute of peace and quiet to send a text to Jackson.

> Hey man, what exactly is the number on the card for? Why do they call themselves an AMI? Is it the same as ARMY?

He doesn’t get an answer immediately, so he stares at the little 1 in their Kakao chat for as long as he can and sighs when he turns his phone back off. 

“Who are you trying to reach?” Sihyuk whispers, covering the microphone with his hand. 

“Jackson.”

“GOT7 has their promotions in Europe now, don’t be disappointed if he doesn’t text back quickly.”

Jimin seems to get tired of playing with Sihyuk’s shoelaces and goes back to doing his own tour of the office. His little tail quivers in excitement as he sniffs every corner and rolls around on the carpet. Every now and then, there’s a little squeak that Namjoon finds adorable and that he wishes he could save in his heart for bad days. Namjoon focuses back on Sihyuk’s phone call. He can already see the many meetings with managers and staff this change could potentially cause; meetings to accommodate Jimin’s needs and to make sure everything stays under wraps for as long as possible. Or, depending on the outcome of the phone call, (Namjoon has assured himself by now that it will not end in a cancellation of Jimin’s contract because Sihyuk would never let go of Jimin, who is basically one of his fifteen children), a new round of contract negotiations. For the entire group, possibly, depending on the details Mrs. Kang will present to them. Namjoon hopes they can find a beneficial solution for everyone.

Suddenly, a strange sound moves into his focus, persistently interrupting his strategic thoughts. Scratch, scratch, scratch. It’s a weird scratching, not like a scratch on skin or wood or maybe clothes. It sounds different, like fabric snagging on something sharp and being released and Namjoon turns his head to look for the origin of the sound. There’s something in the corner of his eye that rouses suspicion. Jimin. Jimin is kneading the carpet. Alarm bells ring in Namjoon’s mind immediately. Kneading, scratching, peeing. It’s an established pattern that he’s observed during the past days. So far, his success rate of removing Jimin from a place like this (aka. a place that’s not his litter box) and carrying him some other place (aka. the backyard) stands at a proud 80%. However, the memories of the other 20% spur him on and Namjoon is out of his chair faster than he can even think about a plan. 

Jimin startles at the sudden movement and jumps out of the way when the rapper tries to grab him. He’s much quicker than his tiny legs suggest and runs to hide behind the big pot that holds the pretty rosé-blossom tree by the wall that backs against the hallway. He probably thinks the big pot will hide him well until Namjoon shows up again, still aware of what’s at stake here (the carpet, Jimin’s new reputation, and both Namjoon’s and Sihyuk’s sanity). In a determined effort to keep Sihyuk’s office sanitary and welcoming, he sneaks up on the leopard. Hands grab air and Namjoon groans. When he turns around, he notices the little tail peeking out from below Sihyuk’s desk. 

The CEO by the window himself doesn’t seem to notice what’s going on and Namjoon kind of feels like he could have used AMI’s emergency team after all. This is the second, no third emergency of the day and maybe, okay just maybe, Namjoon thinks he might have done something bad in his previous life so that the universe thought it would be fair to make him his dongsaeng’s babysitter. Suddenly, a VIP membership sounds tempting… do they offer babysitter services?

“Jimin-ah,” he whispers, “I swear, if you even think about peeing under hyung’s desk…”

Namjoon approaches slowly. If anything, he figures he should approach the leopard in a smart way. He’s aware that he probably doesn’t have much time left before the cat’s urge to relieve itself becomes insurmountable, so he tells himself to get it all over with quickly. What’s the best way to get Park Jimin to do almost anything you want? Sweet-talk. Namjoon approaches slowly and kneels. Before him, he sees the paper bin underneath the desk, a ton of (neatly bound) cables and the wooden legs of the table. Crouching, he grabs around the garbage can, meeting an amused meow that almost sounds like he’s laughing. Again, Jimin flees before Namjoon can get a hold of him.

“Ah, come on Jimin-ah, my cutest, prettiest, loveliest dongsaeng,” he coaxes, “You were doing so good yesterday, kitten…”

But Jimin doesn’t come back. He just sits on the carpet, tauntingly close, with a lively glint in his eyes. Jimin is watching Namjoon and the rapper doesn’t fail to note the excitement that lets the cat’s tail whip around wildly. So this is a game to you, huh?

When suddenly two legs appear right next to Namjoon’s face, he yelps. His hand gets tangled in some cable on the floor. He slips and slams his head against the metal paper bin, making it fall and spill everywhere. A nasty burn hits his temple and when he reaches up to touch the skin there, the cable around his hand pulls taut. Namjoon’s bad luck is endless, apparently, because something tumbles and crashes upon the table. Sihyuk lets out a yelp. Like a miscalculated movement in the shower, a quick burst of water hits Namjoon from above. He shrieks, feeling the wetness settle and hopes Sihyuk didn’t have any important documents out on the table. He doesn’t pay attention, but he can feel Jimin watching him from the carpet with amused eyes. When he looks, the little leopard rolls around, looking the most Jimin-like ever - like he’s laughing so hard that he just has to throw his body against something.

“Namjoon-ah!” Sihyuk yells, albeit more urgent than angry, “where are you? Kim Namjoon!”

“I’m here,” Namjoon groans, still rubbing his forehead. He’s sure the spot’s gonna be blue tomorrow. Yoongi’s gonna have a good laugh for sure.

“Where is here?”

The rapper crawls out from underneath the table. He sees movement from the corner of his eye but focuses on Sihyuk.

“No, I’m talking to Kim Namjoon,” he says into the phone and looks up only to have his eyes widen with a really panicked look in them. He jumps up, pointing into the room. “Don’t let him pee in there! That Sakura tree is from the President!”

When Namjoon whips his head around, making a cascade of water fly everywhere, he finds Jimin not on the carpet like he’d assumed, but in the big plant pot along with the Japanese tree. Jimin is walking around the stem of the little tree like he’s got a monopoly on the spot. From the body language, Namjoon can tell that the cat is calm and relaxed. Ideal for business. Oh no.

“Yes, hyung!”

Namjoon runs like he hasn’t in a long time (the couple days that he’s been on this pseudo-vacation) and finally snatches an unassuming Jimin right out of the tree pot, hands grabbing for the cat with so much determination that he even scoops up some earth. He hears mewling. It doesn’t matter, nothing matters in this emergency, and Namjoon looks around, nerves strung high, adrenaline rushing. He frowns when he realizes that there’s no litter box over here in the office. That leaves him with only one option: A dash for the bathroom. 

Quickly, he runs to the door. There’s a moment of hesitation. He isn’t sure how he should hide Jimin from all the people in the building but considering that the bathrooms aren’t really far away, he hopes no one will cross his way. (Especially now that Jimin looks so violently colorful). A thought crosses his mind. What if Sejin is still outside? There’s a possibility that the manager has gone to his own office to get some work done while waiting but there’s also the possibility that he’s out there and springs up at the door opening and sees Jimin right away. It’s nothing I have control over, Namjoon reassures himself. He feels Jimin��s little cry in his heart and nods. Let’s go.

Stepping out into the hallway feels a bit like coming out of the shower - out of the cozy, safe warmth and into the frightening cold outside. When Jimin keeps wriggling, softly crowing his discomfort, Namjoon repositions him so that his hands won’t press on the leopard’s belly so much. He looks to the side and freezes. Sejin is on the sofa. Luckily, he’s got his eyes glued to his phone and doesn’t seem to have noticed Namjoon yet - and Namjoon is determined not to let it happen either. Before Jimin can make any loud sounds, Namjoon turns and runs. He does manage to run with Jimin in front of his torso so he isn’t visible from behind. Even if Sejin were to look after them, Jimin would be out of view. Namjoon keeps his eyes on the hallway door until a yell comes from behind.

“Kim Namjoon! Wait up!”

Don’t stop, keep running, Namjoon tells himself, glad that the 6km are a result on his step counter every day, not Sejin’s. Sure, Sejin jogs and stays in shape but Namjoon dances and runs around and is much younger too, so he doesn’t even pant as he takes the next turn to the left and runs towards the men’s bathrooms. The door doesn’t budge when Namjoon uses the handle. A flare of adrenaline-induced panic drips down Namjoon’s chest and he wants to curse. He finds a sign that says “Out of order”. Great. Now, where to?

It’s a good thing that Namjoon is so familiar with the building. Practically, this is the building’s office level that BTS members don’t necessarily have to visit very often. But Namjoon is a regular guest in all kinds of offices, so he is not at a great disadvantage. He knows the way, knows a couple of bathrooms strewn all over the levels. It takes a few risks to bring Jimin there as fast as possible - Namjoon dodges people but almost knocks the head of the PR department off his feet as he rounds a corner and gets drenched in coffee. He runs on, apologizing with a quick but deep bow that almost makes him stumble, takes the stairs and finally, finally reaches the end of the next hallway, the men’s bathroom, an empty stall, and holds a trembling Jimin over the toilet. The leopard fusses, not liking the feeling of being held like this, in the air over an abyss of water. He whimpers. 

“C’mon Jiminie, look at me, I ran all the way over here for you,” he says, “give it some effort.”

It’s a moment of desperation but Namjoon feels warm inside (well, he’s sweating). He’s looking at Jimin and suddenly, he feels like he’s in a film, like he’s a Dad trying to potty-train his kid. Jimin shivers, ears flicking and turning constantly and even Namjoon’s gentle attempts to coax him into peeing don’t help. Those big blue eyes look like they’re gonna burst with tears at any moment. Can cats cry?

“You’re doing it wrong,” someone says behind him.

Namjoon jerks and swears he would have almost let Jimin drop. It’s Sejin and that means that Namjoon’s only got two options. Maybe Sejin knows what’s going on, maybe he doesn’t. In this moment, Namjoon doesn’t even let his fear of being discovered bubble up. He’s here to fix an issue, solve a problem, so he’s gotta get on with it. Sejin is on his side, so whatever happens, he’ll help. Namjoon is sure.

“Sorry,” Sejin says, breathing a little heavy as well, “just let him sit. Cats don’t like to be touched while peeing.”

Namjoon nods, suddenly feeling grateful that it’s Sejin who’s come after him. Sejin is the kind of hyung who just sees the need and helps, no matter what. There’s not a single occasion Namjoon can think of where Sejin has refused to help any member of the group. Of course, one could argue that it’s his job but Namjoon has seen people do their jobs and finds that Sejin is doing more than just a job - he’s taking care of Bangtan with passion and foresight, and sees their relationship as a way to install his substitute-Dad-wisdoms in them.

“He’s too small for the toilet though. He’ll fall in.”

“You need something like a litter box.”

Sejin moves around, drawing out a plastic container from below the sink. It’s a plastic container filled with wet tissues, deodorant the PR people keep in here for emergencies, and some excess paper towel rolls. Sejin fills it up with toilet paper and lets Namjoon place Jimin in it. Jimin circles the container, meows and finally seems satisfied. Namjoon looks away when the cub crouches. He doesn’t need to see that, cause it’s creepy, and rather turns his attention to Sejin.

“Not that I mind, but… why does your cat look like my three-year old’s drawings?”

Namjoon doesn’t know why but somehow, this question is so funny to him that he just starts to laugh - he laughs and laughs and when he’s done, he feels like somehow, a knot around his heart has loosened. He feels lighter than before and breathes. He’s tired but Sejin is here with him, and he knows it will be okay. Here on the cold tiles of the bathroom door, Namjoon finds a revelation coming to him. It approaches as he watches Sejin prepare the litter box for Jimin and unravels as Jimin joyfully runs a circle in it before crouching. It hits, however, in this moment of innocent glee, when Namjoon just enjoys the fact that their manager and friend is here with him. I’m not supposed to do this alone, Namjoon realizes, I was never meant to do it alone. He almost feels stupid that this feels like a revelation to him - he’s the leader of a seven-member group and still, his mind had automatically turned to selfie mode. But then again, he had felt so alone, this morning in the cold apartment, without any of the other members yelling around and sneaking Namjoon’s breakfast off his plate. His heart warms up as he watches Sejin smile at Jimin.

“Thanks for running after me and helping, hyung,” Namjoon says, grateful for the way the bathroom acoustics make it sound so much bigger, “I really appreciate it.”

Sejin smiles. “I’ll always help you, Namjoon-ah. Just let me know what I can do.”

There are some occurrences in life - sort of like déjà-vus - that make Namjoon hold his breath. Maybe it’s not that significant, but the way Sejin sounds like Seokjin almost makes Namjoon tear up right now. In his heart, he feels himself looking forward to the moment Seokjin’s banter echoes through their apartment again, the moment Namjoon steps through the door and looks into his hyung’s face. The moment Seokjin will hug him whether Namjoon wants to or not, and the moment he’ll feel his hyung breathe against his neck in a warm, friendly embrace. And the moment of relief, where Namjoon tells all the members what’s going on, where they talk over one another in an attempt to encourage Jimin and make him giggle in glee. It’s all gaining color and shape in Namjoon’s mind and with the image, hope and courage rise inside of him. Everything will be fine, and even with Jimin’s nagging self-doubt and perfectionism and whatnot, they will find a way. They will push the bad things away. Together.

“It’s great to have you on the team, hyung, seriously. I don’t know if I ever said this, but I’m really grateful for you.”

“Aw, cute. Why are you so sentimental all of a sudden?”

Namjoon shrugs, eyes turning back to Jimin so Sejin won’t see how mushy Namjoon feels inside, how much more he could say but won’t because he doesn’t want his hyung to suffocate under the avalanche of compliments and heartfelt emotions he’s still got in store. The right dosage is important, Namjoon-ah, he remembers Yoongi saying back in the dark, one shared night in their four-year-old studio chairs with takeout in their hands, don’t overwhelm people with your words. You’re too powerful with words sometimes, people don’t know what to do with it. It’s your superpower, so use it responsibly.

“I still don’t know why your cat looks like he’s just come back from a children’s birthday party.”

“PDnim tried to fix his own printer again. He left an ink cartridge on the desk and this little baby,” Namjoon pokes Jimin, who just meows, “was a bit too curious.”

“I don’t understand hyung. I told him he’s got an assistant for stuff like that.”

“He’s stubborn.”

“Yeah,” Sejin chuckles and they both watch how Jimin lifts one leg over the walls of the make-shift litter box, one after the other, very carefully. He catches on the rim with the last paw and lands on his snout with a soft thud. Following the momentum, he stumbles right into Namjoon’s shin and looks up wide-eyed like he can’t believe he just did that. Namjoon isn’t sure why he expects to see tears - probably because Tae is making him watch all those baby and toddler videos lately - but Jimin just whines, stands up and starts climbing Namjoon’s leg. 

“Aish, always so clumsy, baby,” Namjoon mumbles, cooing at the tiny cat in his arms. “You scared me, baby. I thought you hurt yourself. Are you okay?” He kisses Jimin on the head but lets him sniff at Sejin’s hands when he tries to. He doesn’t give much of a reaction, which is not necessarily bad - it’s not a rejection. Sejin smiles and scratches Jimin behind the ears. The cub purrs against Namjoon’s hand, happily closing his eyes.

“What’s going on?”

“Didn’t hyung fill you in already?”

“When? In the five seconds when you ran from me?”

“Good point. So, er-“ Namjoon takes a deep breath. There’s something about sitting on bathroom floors, something cold that makes you share your warmth and your inner thoughts, Namjoon thinks as he looks at Sejin. It’s a BigHit bathroom, so it’s clean, nothing like a public bathroom, but still - the floor under his feet makes him feel a bit bare, a bit lonely even if he’s not, and makes him want to not keep secrets.

“So, I uh… Well, Jimin, and I know it sounds er-strange, turned into a cat two days ago and I basically don’t know what I’m doing.”

Sejin does look surprised, looking back and forth between Jimin and Namjoon a couple times, as if he’s trying to figure out whether he’s become a victim to a prank or something.

“Are you serious?”

“I am. It’s not exactly… a great time but I’m glad this didn’t happen during our tour last year.”

“Wow. How are you so calm about this?”

“Well, I’ve had two days to come to terms with this now. But still, it’s a mess, hyung. I think I did well taking care of him so far, but it’s all a mess.”

“Remember when we first met, you and I?”

“Oh God,” Namjoon groans, “I don’t think I will ever forget that.”

“You were a mess back then too. So it’s okay, I can deal with a mess. I’m used to it,” the manager nudges Namjoon in the side with his elbow and Namjoon nods. It’s nice hearing that, and fitting, if Namjoon honestly thinks about their relationship. Yeah, Sejin has seen and has fixed messes left and right. Namjoon’s heart feels a little lighter when he hears those words. Jimin nuzzles into his hand in his lap and Namjoon feels a pang of affection travel through his body.

“Life is life, huh?”

It’s what Jimin and he have always been saying, ever since their first trip to LA. Life isn’t always fair, not always good, actually a lot less than good a lot of the time, but together, it’s not as bad and even great sometimes. Jimin curls into Namjoon’s lap, letting his body drop as if he’s too tired to hold it up much longer. He wants to be carried like the little maknae line member he is, starving for affection and attention.

“Should we go back?”

“What do we do with the litter box?”

“Do you have one at home?”

“Er, no. Jimin went outside for the past couple of days.”

“In the backyard!? Where people walk? Yah, Kim Namjoon! Also, think about your dongsaeng. That can’t be hygienic! Don’t tell me you really let Jimin outside every time he-“

Namjoon has to grin because of the scolding but blushes. “I’m sorry, hyung.”

“Well, that’s not allowed anymore. Do you at least have cat food or anything?”

“Not really. I promise I’ll work harder to be well prepared, hyung!”

“I see. Let’s drop off Jiminie and go cat-shopping. If he is a baby like this, we need to take care of him well, right?”

“Drop him off where?”

Sejin just pulls out his phone and dials a number. Namjoon can’t see the caller ID, but he doesn’t feel the need to ask either. When someone picks up and Sejin starts to rant, he sounds almost like a fake-enraged Seokjin. It’s like the familiar feeling replaces a little cavity-like hole in Namjoon’s heart that’s started to build the moment the members left for their vacations. It forces him to smile.

“Yoongi-yah, I’ve told you a dozen times not to bring your sick children to work.”

“Jimin is here?”

Sejin falters when the enthusiasm that breaks the mumble that is Yoongi’s work voice sounds through the speaker. Jimin squeaks suddenly, asking to be let down, so Namjoon lifts him up and makes him look right into his eyes. For a moment, he ignores that Jimin doesn’t understand and just hopes that his plea will get through. Namjoon tells the cub firmly not to create any trouble right now. Then, Yoongi speaks to him.

“Namjoon-ah, how are you holding up? Everything okay?”

“Honestly, hyung? It’s a mess. I’m a mess. Jimin is fine, but I don’t think I am.”

His thoughts fly back to the office. Sihyuk’s phone call with their lawyer, all that secretive talk about contracts and even the phone call with AMI. He remembers his confusion, his doubts, his fears - fears for Jimin, who innocently tries to climb up Sejin’s shins. There’s a rustle on the other side of the line that makes Namjoon’s heart beat suspiciously fast with some sort of anticipation. 

“Okay, stay where you are. Don’t worry, hyung is coming, hyung will take it from here.”

Sejin makes a face and Namjoon feels the exact same way. Baffled. What’s going on? What’s with the sudden rush of affection? 

“No need to baby me-“

“Oi, hyung is on his way, yeah? Where are you guys?”

“The bathroom by the PR department.”

Namjoon feels oddly confirmed. As if Yoongi’s sudden overbearing and sweet response was a wink from the universe. You’re not meant to do this alone, Namjoon. His stomach does a little jump at how much comfort Yoongi offers to him just by referring to himself as hyung (which Yoongi rarely does for him). Namjoon’s mind tells him that Yoongi will only baby him now that Taehyung and Jungkook are gone but in secret, behind really thick doors, Namjoon feels a tiny voice wishing for it to be a regular treatment. Namjoon has got Yoongi’s full hyung focus, even if he hasn’t explicitly asked for it. He knows that all the hyungs are attuned to the younger members’ needs but sometimes he forgets that he’s one of them. The leader position can be both a blessing and a curse. 

When Yoongi opens the bathroom door and steps in and Jimin pounces forward with a string of excited chirps, not letting himself get held down by anything or anyone, Namjoon’s eyes widen. Yoongi kneels, scooping up Jimin, totally enveloping the leopard baby against his chest.

“Did you miss me, baby? Ah, I bet you missed hyung so bad, huh? Aish, what did they do to you, hm? You’re all messy. Don’t worry, they’re all idiots who mean well. But hyung will take care of you now.”

Namjoon listens to Jimin’s sweet, chirpy responses that really sound like the kitty is trying to answer Yoongi. They look perfect together, Lil Meow Meow and the cub. Sejin seems to think the same because he’s sneakily taking pictures from the side. Namjoon makes the mistake of thinking that it’s all Yoongi is going to say. He doesn’t expect Yoongi to step forward and look right into his eyes even while Jimin keeps rubbing his cheeks against Yoongi’s heart.

“And how’s my other baby? Running around, destroying everything, coloring his dongsaeng? Tell hyung how to fix it, yeah?”

It’s the weirdest thing ever - Namjoon doesn’t know what exactly it is with Yoongi’s words (maybe it’s the way they float over to him like the steam over a cup of his favorite tea, like they aren’t meant to tease when you just allow yourself to feel them properly) but they make Namjoon’s composure crumble. His cheeks feel wet all of the sudden and he’s sniffing (not bawling, thank God) and leaning into Yoongi’s big hand cupping his cheek.

“It’s not your fault, hey,” Yoongi hushes him and he finds himself under the direct but tender attention of his hyung. “I wish you would have let me know that you needed me so I could come to help you out, you know. That’s what I’m here for.”

“You’re here to rap,” Namjoon sniffles, trying to swallow down his wild emotions.

“And yet I dance like a god.”

Namjoon snorts. 

“It’s not like I can only do one thing at a time, Namjoon-ah. I thought you knew that.”

“I’ll keep it in mind, hyung. Thank you for your support.”

Jimin begins nosing around Yoongi’s chest and arms now. Namjoon nudges Yoongi.

“Hyung, he’s been doing that since a while, what-?”

“He’s hungry. Did you bring any food?”

Wow. That makes so much sense. Jimin is hungry. How did I not understand that? It makes so much sense now that Namjoon knows what it means. 

“I-I brought shrimps.”

For some reason, Yoongi doesn’t look impressed or happy. 

“It’ll do,” he mumbles and moves to walk out of the bathroom. “Let’s go.”

“Manager-hyung and I thought we could go shopping in a bit, we wanted to leave Jimin with you. We’ll buy everything Jimin needs.”

“We could definitely need some cat equipment. Bring one of those fluffy little stick-thingies that cats like to play with. Those are fun.”

“Uh, sure,” Namjoon nods, absolutely not sure if a) he knows what Yoongi means, b) stores will have a “fluffy little stick-thingy that cats like to play with” or if c) a store employee will be able to translate the term for Namjoon. He’ll give it a try anyway. “I just need to get my jacket.”

“Maybe buy some rubbing alcohol as well.”

“What do you want with rubbing alcohol, hyung?”

“Clean this little baby. As much as the color explosion is cute, I doubt it’ll be good for him if he licks it up. Isn’t that right, Jiminie?”

Jiminie doesn’t respond. He’s fallen asleep, probably overwhelmed by the chaos around him. Namjoon feels slightly guilty for putting him through so much stress. Yoongi is obviously so much better at this. I should have just asked him to watch over Jimin. Namjoon knows that’s his own shadow talking, his disappointment at his own clumsiness that still haunts him sometimes. But it still feels like a real feeling, even if it’s a lie, and Namjoon’s shoulders sag at the sight of the little leopard breathing softly into Yoongi’s neck. 

Namjoon doesn’t say a word on their way back to the office and doesn’t even listen to Yoongi and Sejin discussing which cat toys and foods should be bought and how big their monthly budget should be for cat necessities. When the three of them enter Sihyuk’s office, it kind of looks a bit thrashed - Namjoon’s chair is on its side in the middle of the room (it must have toppled over when Namjoon had rushed to grab Jimin), there’s clearly a wet spot around Sihyuk’s desk, an even bigger mess underneath the table and a trail of earth leading from the Sakura plant to the door. Namjoon’s head threatens to hang even lower at the visible chaos (and the “oh wow, what happened here” that slips through Sejin’s lips) but Sihyuk’s voice cuts through his thoughts.

“Option 1. Let’s hear what you have.”

Namjoon’s brows furrow. How-? Is he on the phone with AMI? Then, curiosity rises. Will AMI tell Sihyuk the same as him?

“Option 1. Park Ji-” AMI pauses, almost as if she is thinking, “Good morning, Min Yoongi, Kim Sejin.”

Namjoon shivers. How does this supposedly automatic robot know who is in the room? How can they know? Maybe it’s this uncertainty that makes him feel so uneasy. Could it be that they are watching us? It sounds a little crazy in his mind, but he honestly doesn’t have a clue how else she would know. Maybe it’s magic. Namjoon sighs.

“Option 1. Park Jimin. Date of birth: 1997, June 5th. Gender: female; Nationality: Korean; Spe-“

“That’s not what I asked. Tell me what you have on my kid.”

Sihyuk sighs, visibly disgruntled with how this call is turning out. But the way he said my kid, it makes Namjoon grin fondly. Even if he’s not the person in question, he feels loved. Namjoon can’t help but smirk at how strictly Sihyuk deals with anything that has to do with the Bangtan Boys. Now that the CEO is on it, everything will be fine. AMI stays silent for a while, almost as if she is processing the request or gathering information or something.

“Option 1. Park Jimin. Date of birth: 1994, October, 13; Gender: male; Nationality: Korean; Species: Korean leopard; Genetic Expression: Dominant; Blood Type: A. Species warnings: strong predatory drive, exceptional senses and strength, possibly sensitive to aggressive behavior, solitary and nocturnal behavior; Species requirements: meat-based diet, extensive territory, regular physical exertion; Currently scheduled appointments: Physical Exam 1 by on-duty Shifter Staff of Seoul District.”

“Finally. Now, I would like to know how you have attained this load of information about Park Jimin and how you justify keeping it without our consent.”

“Sir, may I remind you that I am merely an AMI, and cannot substitute for your assigned customer client. I am however able to book an appointment for you with one of our staff…”

Yoongi makes a noise next to Namjoon. Even Sejin shuffles around on his feet. Namjoon feels slightly nauseous. He goes to sit down and Yoongi chooses to stand by his side, hand touching Namjoon’s neck, a soothing message of reassurance. Which is needed. This is a lot. A lot more than expected and somewhat scary, even in the face of 14 million wild Armys knowing more than is healthy about each member of BTS. As the information sinks in, Namjoon realizes that there are two options with this. Either, this is a terrible situation in which the robot lady and her organization are actually a threat, or they are a help and genuinely assist Jimin without any hidden agenda or contract. Heck, this would be so much easier as a commercial offer. Commercial offers are easy to deal with - you either accept, negotiate, or decline. BigHit gets hundreds of them every month, but this-? This is something else entirely.

“Who is your employer?”

“I apologize, Sihyuk-ssi. I am not authorized to communicate confidential information to clients.”

“I’m not your client.”

“Sir, please understand that the law requires for every shifter to be listed in our registry - which includes the scheduled check-ups and following classes-“

“Classes?”

“Sihyuk-ssi, we are required by law to ensure that every person in our registry knows their rights and understands their body. We are simply providing an educational tool to prevent diseases as well as help Shifters and Hybrids to live well. Our organization was founded with these goals in mind.”

“Let’s talk this through with our lawyer. I would like to make use of an appointment. For now, please do enter Park Jimin into your registry.”

“Very well. I will now propose a date for you with one of our customer service staff.”

“Sorry for making you wait,” Sihyuk says once he puts down his phone (he has to look for a good spot for a few seconds because there’s printer ink all over his desk). He looks into their faces. Namjoon can see how affected he is by this situation - a situation that turns tables and reshapes their group dynamics, possibly.

“Hey Yoongi,” he smiles. “Did you get the USB stick I sent you?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi nods, “I got it. What I’ve heard so far sounded great but I’ll look though it tomorrow. Thanks, PDnim.”

Sihyuk also greets Sejin but Namjoon doesn’t really listen anymore. He just wants to get the box and go home - no, right, he wanted to go shopping with Sejin. Namjoon is so tired. It’s like with a high-focus test where you hold up your concentration for so long but when it’s over, you feel your entire existence slack with exhaustion. He shifts in his chair.

Sihyuk’s eyes fall on Namjoon. “You okay?”

“No.”

“Namjoon, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but you’re probably overthinking.”

“Hyung, how are we supposed to have our comeback like this? I looked at the schedules, it’s soon. What if Jimin shifts in the middle of a concert? What if we can’t get him to shift back? Even this robot lady said there’s no medication. It’s impossible to be an artist like us when you turn into a cat like this. It’s impossible.”

“Okay, listen. This situation is not unfixable and not impossible to solve, Namjoon-ah. We can do anything.”

“We can’t do everything, hyung.”

“Did I or did I not set you up to meet Warren G before you were famous?”

Namjoon blushes. Right.

“You did.”

“I did. That was impossible, wasn’t it? You guys became global stars. That was impossible, wasn’t it? You guys are one of the greatest artists in history. That’s impossible too, isn’t it? Raise your standard. RM is impossible. This,” he points at Jimin, who slowly begins to stir against Yoongi’s throat, “it’s just a page in your story. We’ll get through it and it will be okay. Okay?”

Namjoon nods. His head bobs much heavier than usual, as if it suddenly weighs more. He hears Yoongi coo at Jimin and watches him boop the tired little cat’s nose. Then, as if he’s actually attuned to the cat’s thoughts, he reminds Namjoon to look for Jimin’s snacks. He pulls his jacket off the chair, grabs the little plastic bag (the little bag almost rips in his hands but Namjoon manages to just prevent the fourth emergency on the day - a pile of shrimp on his CEO’s office floor) and hands it over to Yoongi, who walks out with the sleepy leopard cub, leaving only Sihyuk, Sejin and Namjoon behind. To some, it might look like disrespect, especially in terms of Korean society rules, but in reality, it’s both an open display of trust towards Namjoon to fill him in on all the important details later, and a display of responsibility as a hyung who prioritizes taking care of his dongsaeng. Namjoon doesn’t care. His fingers smell gross. Like dried shrimp. There’s no sink. Focus, Namjoon. Focus just for a little bit. You’re an adult, behave like one. You can wash up and be tired later.

“Hyung, what does this phone call mean? Do we really have to register Jimin and all that?”

“Yes. We have to take them seriously. That organization does its work well.”

“But what is it that they do? I talked with AMI for at least ten minutes but I still don’t know who they are.”

“They are a government-funded agency who protects shifters and hybrids in different aspects. I only know that they dragged two entertainment companies to court because they had not registered a couple of their trainees. The court decided that it was mistreatment even if they were treated like everyone else.”

“Why?”

“Apparently, there are different laws for shifters and humans but I don’t know much about that yet. I’ll have to go through it with our lawyers.”

“But… if they are government-funded, how did I never hear of this? A court case with other entertainment companies, I’m sure that would have been on the news, right?”

“That was many years ago. I don’t know when this organization was founded, but they must have been working hard to protect every shifter since then.”

“I didn’t even know stuff like this existed…”

“Well, the community is rather small. People don’t talk about it and I’m sure many people don’t know that this stuff exists. As far as I know, most magical creatures are hiding the fact that they are magic. Even the organization runs secretly.”

“Hyung, isn’t that contradictory? How could they be part of the government if they run secretly?”

“I really don’t know much, but I think they aren’t part of the government… just consultants with a special status. And funded. I’m not sure how it works. But they execute laws, like registering shifters and hybrids.”

“Okay… so now Jimin is registered. What now?”

“I’ll take care of the contracts and you take care of Jimin.”

“Okay, I’ll ask Hobi what we can do about-“

“You can’t tell the members, Namjoon-ah.” 

Namjoon isn’t sure he’s heard right. All the mushiness and good warmth from before vanishes in a second. His heart actually skips a beat. He feels awfully cold and like he’s been electrocuted at once. At least it wakes him up. What!?

“What?”

“Don’t tell the members.”

“Why? Jimin will need all the support he can get and I don’t want him to feel any less loved than before. I know that all of the members will feel the same.”

There are a hundred issues lining up right now, but Namjoon knows that their biggest problem of all will be Jimin himself. Because in the end, Jimin’s soul is not a bird that nests easily in a new environment. Of the last eight years that Namjoon has spent by Jimin’s side, he’s witnessed the boy go from believing horrid lies about himself to starving himself like even his worst enemy wouldn’t do to him. Sure, Jimin has overcome these things, has found firm footing in the muddy path called identity. He’s come to love himself, riding on the wave of fresh wind that his brothers’ love is for him. Nonetheless, Namjoon can’t stop worrying about every new wave that comes crashing on the shore. Namjoon knows Jimin is particular about his body. Knows the boy is strategic and sometimes painfully pessimistic in his thoughts without even trying to be and prone to driving himself into feeling lonely. Jimin is so precious and Namjoon just wants to see him be happy. The possibility of the truth coming out to the public and at the wrong time almost hits Namjoon harder than he thinks it could hit Jimin. It resonates in his bones with an evil ache. To think that Jimin will face yet another challenge, that the look of desperation and anger might appear again in his eyes. And that Namjoon can’t help, can’t make it better. And even if Namjoon knows that it won’t be bad forever, that Jimin will get through this and feel better about it all someday but Namjoon just doesn’t know the price. And that hurts. But the members - the members should know. Because they won’t judge him. They will carry it all with him. 

“He won’t. Listen, I don’t want him to feel pressured by this. It’s a huge change for him and he will need some time to figure it all out. And especially now, with the comeback approaching, I want you all to be focused. I know you guys always work hard and you always do your best. But we all know how fragile such a preparation period before a comeback is and how quickly it can become oppressing if bad news hits.”

Namjoon’s mind wanders back to when he’d undergone surgery and the schedule had only allowed it at a time when their next comeback had been on the horizon already. Like a cloud flying overhead, Namjoon’s trip to the hospital and the slight (secret) complications had thrown a shadow over their preparations. Back then, it had definitely stressed the other members, even if their dance practices and recordings had all been on time and perfect. 

“Hyung, we’ve always got stuff going on. After the comeback, we have shows lining up, then the next tour and a hundred different events in between, like the Summer package, like mv shoots. There’s no better time to deal with this than right now. I can’t keep this a secret from the members and then expect them to be happy about it when I tell them later. They deserve to know.”

“I’m sorry, Namjoon. As long as the contracts aren’t renewed…”

“Hyung, I can’t accept that. Jimin won’t do well with this secret. You know how he treats himself sometimes and how difficult changes are for him. Especially Hobi should know since they are roommates.”

“I trust Yoongi and you to be by Jimin’s side until everything is prepared.”

“What do you need to prepare?”

“Well, a change like this… needs to be reflected in his contract. If something happens, he needs to be secure. If there are any special needs he has, we will make sure to provide and help but it all needs to be written out in his contract first. We’ll have to check what laws are relevant for us and align ourselves with it. Until Jimin signs the new contract, I will make sure there will be as little pressure on him as possible. I want him to feel like nothing has changed, like he doesn’t have to feel bad or judged for what happens.”

“What if he shifts again and I’m not there, hyung? Or Suga-hyung? What if he’s left with the maknaes? They should know.”

Sihyuk swivels in his chair and stares at the window for a good minute before answering. Namjoon can hear the fish tank’s soft whirring. He wonders if one day, all this will be the next chapter in a film for Army. Or part of a song. Something to brag about. Because right now, it doesn’t feel that way - not glorious, not beautiful and definitely not comfortable. Sihyuk’s voice sounds quiet, as if he’s had to dig deep for his next words and hasn’t returned from the depths yet. 

 “You don’t know this because I never told you, Namjoon. But when our Park Jimin signed with us, his parents had one major condition. At first, I thought it would be about money, free time, or maybe dating. Actually, they asked me to sign a confidentiality agreement between me and them. I promised to never tell anyone including Jimin that he was a shifter, to treat him normally and to ensure that he would receive his medication - suppressants.”

“Hyung.”

Namjoon feels like someone has punched him in the gut. He can’t breathe somehow, but it’s like he doesn’t want to either. He never thought Sihyuk would do something like this. It’s so wrong, he doesn’t even know what to say. One look into Sihyuk’s eyes, however, makes Namjoon’s tumbling sea still. Sihyuk knows how wrong it is, to keep such a huge secret from Jimin, to restrict his personal… worldview like this. And he regrets it. Deeply.

“So you knew from the beginning. Did you never think that we deserved to know?”

“I wanted to tell you so bad, especially you, Namjoon. At least the leader should know, right? But that was the condition: I don’t talk. His parents said that there are traditions that needed to be followed and kept in their culture and I believed them and wanted to respect that. I wanted to keep my word.”

“But… Jimin’s parents didn’t tell him either, did they? He doesn’t know anything at all.”

“I believe so, yes.”

Namjoon sighs. That’s - crazy.

“We’ve always made sure Jimin received everything he needed to be in top condition as a normal human being. We constantly supervise his health as we do with all of you. Based on that, I kind of expected his body to build a resistance to the suppressants someday. It took a while until we had adjusted them well - do you remember when he lost so much weight?”

“That was because of the suppressants?”

“I almost canceled that stupid contract back then. Jimin shouldn’t have had to suffer through this - he should have known what was going on with his body, he had every right to.”

“Hyung, that’s horrible-“

“Yeah. He just blames it on that genetic disease his parents say runs in the family.”

“So there’s no genetic disease.”

"I mean, it’s one way to describe your genetic makeup. If you’re trying to suppress it, it probably feels like a disease.”

Namjoon nods. It’s understandable from a logical viewpoint. It’s inexcusable from an emotional one. Namjoon swears to himself that he will never call Jimin’s ability to shift a disease. Even if his parents had used that term to hide their shifter side, Namjoon will never allow anyone to call it that. He wants Jimin to feel like it’s a regular part of his identity, like he doesn’t have to feel bad about it.

“So… will that organization drag us to court? Because we didn’t register Jimin until now?”

“I hope not. I will definitely meet up with them and organize a meeting between all parties. Communication is key, so I’ll do my best to fix this. I apologize for causing such a mess but I still have to ask you to keep quiet about this until it’s all cleared up.”

Namjoon nods. He feels a little burnt out, a little defeated to be honest. How could this all be true? 

“May I leave, PDnim?”

“Of course. Please do put all your expenses for Jimin on my card.”

“Thank you, hyungnim.”

When Namjoon walks out, he hears Sihyuk talking to Sejin.

“Please tell our head of staff to give the cleaning staff a raise.”

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A Boy As Cruel As Death Herself: Jisung

The time was 2 AM, and the moons were barely visible in this small space.

A deer and a fairy,

2 inches away,

One bit the canary,

And the other, his body decayed.

“Listen here, doll. If your pathetic ass even thinks about walking by me again I’ll chop that microscopic dick of yours off and feed it to the stray dogs. I’d normally break someone’s nose, but you don’t have any friends to lose, so there’s no point in that. I could ruin your reputation, but you’re already such a loser it seems that you’ve already done it yourself.” The boy growled with a grin pasted onto his face, holding a Peppermint Deer boy by his antlers. The Deer squirmed around trying to get out of his grasp, yelling about how it hurt and to stop. Jisung didn’t.

Now, you’re probably wondering, ‘But, Narrator, how did this happen?’. It’s all very confusing, dear. I shall just keep it short and sweet. A Deer Boy, named Chenle, accidently bumped into Jisung, the generation’s town bully.

Jisung was a ruthless teenager, a single glance could kill you. Even adults feared him. He was essentially this generation’s Blue Soul. Chenle was new in town, and was very unaware of this. And right now they were alone in the back alleys of Fairyland, anything could happen. Hell, Chenle could die.

“What should I do with a troublemaker like you, hm?” He said in a low tone, shoving Chenle against a wall, not loosening his grip on the antlers. “I could hex you...maybe rip those stupid antlers of yours right off your head...choices choices choices.” Jisung smirked, staring at the terrified boy with dark eyes. “Have any ideas?”

“L-l-let me go...?” Chenle stuttered, frozen in fear.

“I could, but that wouldn’t be any fun, would it? Hmm...” Just then, Jisung brought out a small pocket knife. It was red and gold, nearing Chenle’s face. The boy shook his head no (the best he could) as Jisung placed the blade on Chenle’s right cheek. “Maybe I should tear your eyes out...? Or perhaps, cut your tongue off? Or maybe I’ll just cut your face up real bad, let the whole town know what happens when they mess with me..I could always do all three~”

“J-Jisung no...please don’t...” Peppermint closed his eyes as Death wandered the knife awfully close to them, tracing the shape of his right eye.

“Open your eyes if you don’t want me to cut your eyelid off, doll.” He spoke softly, Chenle quickly following the other’s instructions as he shook in fear. “You need to learn your lesson...”

⚠️ Warning: Explicit themes such as ripping someone’s eye out, cutting someone’s pinky finger off, and sewing one’s mouth shut is ahead. If you are uncomfortable with themes as such, please discontinue reading. ⚠️

“N-no...please...I’m sorry...”

“Sorry won’t cut it, love. Only punishment will.”

Jisung poked below the shorter’s eye with the knife, a wide grin on his face as he held his eye open, stabbing it softly. The eye tried to shut out of reflex, but Jisung’s grip was so tight it didn’t succeed in doing so. Blood dripped down Peppermint’s face as his eye dangled by a thread. He was sobbing violently, too afraid to scream. The eye eventually snapped off, rolling onto the ground and being eaten by a nearby stray cat.

Streams of blood fell out of Chenle’s right eye as Jisung held his left hand, singing a tune while he slowly sliced the boy’s pinky finger off. Numbness filled his entire body, and he felt indeed lightheaded. But, doing anything would just make it worse. This was the worst day of Chenle’s life, even his parents being slaughtered in front of him couldn’t beat this. A small squeak left his lips as he felt the coldness of blood falling down his hand and hearing the quiet ‘thud’ from his finger landing on the dirt below them. Jisung was obviously doing what he wanted to, not afraid of anything.

“Dum dee dum...” The Fairy hummed, taking out a needle and thread, sewing Chenle’s mouth shut. Peppermint tried to scream, but only muffled cries came out, not even able to open his mouth at this point. Jisung tied it off and smiled, skipping away as if nothing ever happened. Chenle slid to the ground and passed out, going limp as his body bled itself out.

【㊄】【㊄】【㊄】【㊄】【㊄】【㊄】

Cecilia was skipping around the kingdom when she smelled something odd. Curious, she followed the smell.

What she was led to was terrifying. A boy with snow-white hair, sitting deathly still in a puddle of his own blood. The girl screamed, frozen in fear. A small cry left her lips as one of her caretakers ran over to her, perplexed. He looked where she was looking, his eyes widening in shock. His jaw dropped, power walking over to the body and kneeling down.

The area reeked of death as Kun examined the injuries.

“Looks like he bled out...this is bad...why didn’t Messanger notice...” He whispered, checking Chenle’s pulse. There was one, but it was extremely faint. The Fairy picked him up and walked by Cecilia, racing to WinWin. Everyone in town stared, his eyes filling with tears as he thought about how horribly bad this was. Without any knowledge, wild rumors started, spreading like wildfire.

Winwin was teaching a group of children when he heard Kun yelling. He quickly shoo’d the kids away and faced the direction of the yelling, quickly realizing what was happening and running towards him.

Kun placed Chenle down on the ground as WinWin examined him, confused and shocked.

“Is he still alive?” He asked, The other nodding softly.

“Barely, you need to act quick.”

“Alright.”

Winwin took a deep breath, placing his hand on Chenle’s chest. Magic flowed into the boy’s body, and all of the wounds settled and mended themselves, leaving him with 4 fingers on his left hand and 1 eye.

The deer opened his eyes and became conscious, still unable to open his mouth. Chenle sat up, a muffled scream leaving his lips. WinWin carefully cut the thread that was holding his mouth shut, giving him some space after.

“Please no!” He screamed, his eyes filled with fear as reality hit him like a brick.

“It’s okay, Chenle. You’re safe now,” Kun spoke softly in return.

“I-I’m okay...?”

“Yes,” He nodded.

“No m-more cuts..?”

“No. No more cuts.”

“A-are you sure...?”

“I’m sure.”

Chenle started to cry, hiding his face in his hands. He still couldn’t believe that all happened, it was too traumatic for him. He couldn’t take it all in, couldn’t process it.

“H-h-h-he...”

“He what?” WinWin patted the boy’s back, trying to calm him down.

The Deer looked up, making eye contact with the boy from last night, who was talking to his friends about 40 feet away. He shook, his tears stopping immediately, freezing in fear. The Fairy only winked in return, looking away and continuing to talk with his friends.

Kun glared at who made Chenle react that way, clenching his fist.

“Winwin. I’ll be back. I’m about to add one more to the body count.” Winwin nodded in response, used to it at this point.

The Fairy walked over to Jisung and his friends, letting the familiar warmth of madness get to him. He giggled, wobbling over to the other Fairy and putting him into a chokehold. His friends took a step back, not wanting to mess with the situation.

“I have 3 questions, kid. Answer them well and perhaps I’ll let you go~”

Jisung nodded, smiling.

“Good~ Question one,” He giggled, his pupils dialating. “Why did you do it?”

“He was in the way.”

“Question two, what makes you think that you were ever better than me?”

“Easy, you never fessed up. You’re barely even a legend anymore. And, I wasn’t ever caught by the gaurds.”

“Follow up question, how many have you killed?”

“Not sure...there were so many bodies I couldn’t tell which ones I killed.”

“Question 3, did you help Yuta?”

“Yes.”

[your-high-lady]

Realisation

So, I realised that I never posted chapter 15. Sorry about that. In any case, here it is if you’re still interested in reading it. A lot happens in it so I recommend reading it. I’ll post chapter 17 sometime later today. 

Summary: This story is about Feyre. She has a couple of small dreams she wants to achieve but turns out it isn’t as easy as she imagined it would. Trust me, the story is better than the summary. Modern AU. Feysand.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Everything belongs to Sarah J Mass.

Chapter 15: Communication Is Key

A month passed. Rhys and I hung out together more, but also with our friends. We didn't tell anyone about our relationship, though I knew some of them had their suspicions. I also knew that Rhys wanted to announce our relationship, our whatever it was, but I'd made it clear through my body language that I was very hesitant. He just didn't know why.

But I knew why.

I just wasn't ready to tell him.

I was scared. I was scared telling someone would make it real. And if it became real, if Rhys and I became a real thing, that gave him access into my life. And more importantly, my heart. I knew Rhys wasn't the type to take advantage of someone, especially not in that way, but I couldn't help the thoughts. My mind thought of all men in the world as bastards, as people who could hurt you. Rhys—and Cassian and Azriel—were definitely not those type of men. I knew that for sure, even in the little time I'd known them. But despite all that, I couldn't help the thoughts. It was like the more I tried to push them away, the more they pushed back. Which is why I didn't let Rhys or myself tell anyone about our relationship(or whatever it was). I couldn't let it become real.

But even if I didn't want to think of it as real, I still wanted him.

And I'd had him for a while. But then I'd gone and fucked it up.

He'd come over to my house. Mor was off on errands leaving us alone, and we'd been watching a random movie about aliens when suddenly I felt the light touch of warm lips on my temple. I stilled. I could only hear a loud gulp from me and in the background, the movie. His lips moved down to my cheek, my jawline, my throat. One arm was wrapping itself around my waist. I was distracted by what I was feeling for a few seconds but then all of a sudden I realised where his other hand had been going. Underneath my shirt, drifting slowly up, up, up. All in the span of seconds, I yanked his hand out from under my shirt, jumped out of his lap and backed several steps away from him. His eyes were wide, surprise glistening in them. "Feyre?" He said, getting to his feet. I backed a couple more steps. My mind had been taken over by a faze. A faze of fear. I wasn't ready for that. I wasn't ready for such close physical contact from anyone, let alone men. Slowly the fear turned into disappointment. Disappointment at myself and slightly at Rhys too.

Why had he tried to do that? Why had he felt the need to touch me there?

And why had I pushed him away?

I wanted him. I was sure of that. I wanted him so badly, but I just couldn't help it as the fear coated every inch of my skin and mind. It took over my whole being, rendering me useless in every way possible. I hated it, absolutely resented myself for being that way, reacting that way.

The tears came slowly. Dismay took over me, and all I could think about was that I'd failed Rhys as well as myself. What type of partner could I be if I couldn't even handle a touch from him on my bare abdomen?

My knees buckled under me and my vision blurred as I fell. Sobs racked my body. I wanted it to stop! I just wanted it to stop. Was that too much to ask!?

"I just want it to stop," I whispered to myself, sobbing, and then suddenly felt arms around me. Rhys. I looked up in surprise and his arms dropped, slowly backing away an arm's length, but kept in contact with me with his hands wrapping around mine.

"What did I do?" He asked, keeping his voice very low.

"Nothing, nothing," I whined. "You didn't do anything. You were perfect. It was me. It was all me. Me, my broken self." That last part was so low, I doubted Rhys even heard me. He lifted my chin, which had gone back down, locking eyes with me. "We both did something. You tell me what I did wrong, and I'll tell you what you did wrong. Does that work for you?" He asked me. I stared at him, hesitant as I felt my eyes burning from tears, but then nodded once. He pulled me to my feet, led me back to the couch and sat me down before finally taking his seat and signalling for me to begin. I looked down, gulping and sighing. What a dreadful situation I found myself in!? I took one last breath before looking back up and finally told him. "Something happened to me. Back in Auckland. It was in December. I was at a bar with my ex and his friends, and one of them…" I shook my head, my body shaking from the memories and the tears I was holding back. "I left him after that. Came to Stanford with Mor. Forgot all about him. Or at least tried too. There are still quite A few things that trigger me. And one of them just happens to be in contact with almost any man. Your hand…it took me by surprise. I'm not ready for that. I might never be." I looked down, unable to meet his eyes. But he wasn't having it. Lifting my chin back up, he said, "What you did wrong was, push my hand away. You should've kneed me in the balls instead for taking it that far without having your consent." I couldn't help the little shaky giggle that escaped me, causing a small smile to split his lips. He continued, "But all jokes aside, I apologise. I should never have done that. And to make it up to you, how about I make you a deal. I will not touch you again, except for kisses if you wish, until you sign a consent paper. Do you want to do that?" I stared at him, unsure whether he was serious or making a joke. But no, he was wholly serious. "Yes, please?" I whispered. He smiled, gave a quick peck on the cheek before taking the cushions and stuffing them between us, creating a barrier. I frowned as he picked the remote up and unpaused the movie. We sat like that, with the pillows between us for a couple of minutes before I finally lost it. I was cold. It wasn't the same without him touching me. I needed to feel his skin on mine, even if the barrier of clothing was still there. I chucked the pillows away, slightly angry at them for coming in between us. I moved so that I had my arms around Rhys's waist and my head resting on his chest. I felt his surprise which promptly turned into amusement. He wrapped his arms around me, pecking me on the forehead with his sweet, warm lips, and whispered in my ear, "I guessing you want to redefine the consent form?" I gave him a look before kissing him full on the mouth, effectively giving him my answer and ending the conversation.

—

Another week passed. He triggered a few more reactions out of me, and every time I apologised furiously only to be told it isn't my fault by Rhys. Despite that, it always put us in quiet for some time before one of us decided no more and cracked a joke or something like that.

It was hard for both us, but we were determined to make this work. I knew I was.

It was the day before I talked to him about it, that the thought occurred to me. I had trouble telling others about Rhys and myself but if I was being true to myself, the barrier was me. If I admitted it to myself, then it would be easy to tell the rest of the world. Right? Well, it wouldn't hurt to give the theory a go. But how should I go about doing that? Well, Rhys had never really said we were together as in girlfriend-boyfriend. If we used those words to define our relationship with each other, it would make it very clear where we stood with each other. I thought of ourselves as partners, or at least tried to, Despite all that had gone between us, I still couldn't quite believe that Rhys was also thinking that. So I asked him.

"So. Rhys." I said turning around to face him, from where he sat beside me. He looked up from his textbook where he had been writing something. His expression was slightly surprised, likely because he'd been very absorbed in whatever he'd been doing before I interrupted him and my tone both worried and surprised him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his tone cautious now.

"Nothing. Nothing." I rushed my words without thinking about them, but thankfully Rhys waited for me, gave me the time to get my words in order. I took a deep breath before starting again. "The first time you kissed me was in LA, in Mor's and my room." He nodded slowly, unsure about where I was taking this. "We've kissed after that." He nodded again. "But we haven't told each other about ourselves. We haven't defined where we stand, what we are to each other." He frowned.

"Is that what you want? Clarification?" He asked me raising his eyebrows, as he turned his body to face me. I had his full attention now. I gulped, nervously, before nodding.

He looked down at his hands. I could see him wringing his fingers—was he nervous? Why? I watched as he took a deep breath before looking back up. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?" He was trying to go for calm but I still heard the nerves underneath his confidence. It took me a few seconds to understand what he'd said and why he had the strange look on his face. "What!" I exclaimed jumping out of my seat. He got up too, and quickly rushed out more words, "I'm really sorry, I'm just really nervous to be asking. I couldn't think of any other way to say this. Do you want to be with me?" I stared at him, my lips apart in a silent gasp. Dating. He wanted to date me. Wanted to be with me.

And then all of sudden, Rhys disappeared from in front of my eyes. Instead, I saw every single day I'd spent with Tamlin before he let me get raped. I watched as if from a distance: him and I watching a movie on Netflix under my bedsheet; me cheering for him and his team as they played basketball and then running on to the court and hugging him and kissing him and congratulating him for his win; us drinking an iced drink from the same cup but two different straws; him taking my virginity. Him taking me into the wretched bar mostly likely knowing what was going to happen.

I was shaken out of my reverie by strong, calloused hands shaking my shoulders. I blinked and realised that I had started silently crying. I looked up into Rhys's eyes, which were looking intently at me with worry. "I-I'm s-so-sorry." I stammered out before pulling myself out his grip and running past him and out the double doors that made up the entrance of the huge library.

"Feyre!" I heard him shout behind me, but I kept running, feeling the wind blow my hair back and bringing tears to my eyes. I turned a random corner and found a dark, secluded alcove, before falling against it, my back leaning against a hard wall, and brought my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them.

As I rocked back and forth, I involuntarily relived every single moment during which Dagdan raped me. It kept going, as if on repeat. I couldn't stop it.

I relived the pain, the fear, the anger, the sadness. Everything. I relived every single fucking moment. And I couldn't stop it.

I didn't want to stop it.

I wanted the reminder. I needed it. I needed to be reminded of what I'd been through and why I'd made the decision to never date again. But Rhys. He wanted me. I wanted him too. I wanted to be with him too. And he wanted it too.

But I was broken.

Did he know that? Would he want to still be with me if he knew? If he knew exactly how many pieces my heart had shattered into that night, and how long I'd spent since then, picking them up one by one. It was a long process, picking all the hundreds and thousands of pieces. I was getting tired. Multiple times I'd thought of just giving up, but then I'd remember Mor, my Dad, Nesta and Elain. I needed to live for them. I needed to survive. I needed to enjoy life. So I tried. But I couldn't stop the memories from playing again and again and never stopping the torture, the pain. It was hell.

And then I'd come to California and put half the world between Tamlin and I. It had helped but just barely. And then I'd met Rhys. We hang out together with the others, and I laughed for the first time. For the first time, I'd felt safe, happy. Hot. Aroused.

He did that to me, even though I'd accepted the fact that I would never be able to be with anyone ever again, in an emotional relationship or physical.

I wanted him, and he wanted me. Or at least wanted to be with me. He'd told me what he wanted when I'd asked for a clarification. It came in the form of a question. The visions of Tamlin were replaced by a much more recent memory starring Rhys.

I watched as he took a deep breath before looking back up. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?" He was trying to go for calm but I still heard the nerves underneath his confidence. It took me a few seconds to understand what he'd said and why he had the strange look on his face. "What!" I exclaimed jumping out of my seat. He got up too, and quickly rushed out more words, "I'm really sorry, I'm just really nervous to be asking. I couldn't think of any other way to say this. Do you want to be with me?"

Yes. Yes, I want to be with you.

I had to tell him. I had to tell him now. My eyes blinking the world started coming back to me. I'd started quickly getting to my feet when I heard, "Feyre?" My eyes snapped up to find him right there in front of me. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to disturb you but I still wanted to make sure you were alright." I just stared at Rhys. "Feyre," he said taking a couple of unsure steps toward me. "Are you okay?" I blinked rapidly again blinking the tears that had appeared again and squeaked out, "Yes." Even I couldn't hear myself. "Yes," I said, louder.

"Yes?" He asked me, whispering.

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend." His eyes widened to the size of saucers. "That's if, if you want to." I quickly rushed, worried I'd said something wrong. But then he jerked his head up and down and before I could help myself, I rushed forward and wrapped my arms around him. Though my grip had already been tight, when I felt his own arms come up and reciprocate, a jolt of confidence went through me and I tightened my arms even further, nestling my head against his chest.

For the first time in a very long time, I felt warmth wrap around me. The warmth of love.

—

Rhys's POV

I rushed into the house, slamming the door behind me and a huge smile on my face. Mor was there, doing something on her computer in the lounge area as she watched a movie. Hearing me, she turned to look at me, surprise clear on her face. Twenty feet away from her, I halted and said, "She's my girlfriend."

AN: Hi again. Did you like it? I know it got a bit cringy/cheesy but...I don't know. What do you think? Did you like it? I think there are only a few chapters left of this story. I'm looking at the outline and there isn't much left to write. I tried to include a few quotes from the books into the whole thing. Have you noticed? Maybe, I don't know. It's so surreal to think of this story as nearly finished. Rhys and Feyre are so close to my heart. They're everything to me. The relationship arc, the banter between them, the safety and love they were able to find in each other...It warms my heart to think about it. They're so beautifully well-written. Everything was absolutely perfect about them. I tried to bring that love, friendship, the kinship between them into my story. I don't know how well I've done. You'll have to tell me. I should really stop now. I have a habit of just keep on typing/writing my thoughts as they come to me. One thought triggers another and down they go on paper. There's no end. But anyways. Let me know what you think of the story so far. Or if you just wanna talk about the feels, I'm happy to listen. XOXO

@everything-that-i-love

[ill-skillsgard]

Smoke & Money, Part 3 - Bill Skarsgård

Title: Smoke & Money

Warning: 100% NSFW, some drug use, swearing, sex/fetish/kink type situations

Description: A young sex worker gets tangled in the dangerous web of a wealthy entrepreneur whose tastes push her past all of her known limits.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

There was this guy that I met and he was interested in me. I could tell immediately. He had a fast car and an expensive suit on. He was a little on the shorter side with a buzz cut to hide his receding hairline and a chin-strap to make up for it. By the looks of him, he may have been of Italian descent. Not that I cared all that much when he opened his wallet and showed me a stack of hundreds. He wanted to go out for a night with me as his date. At first, he offered me five hundred but I told him to double it for the night if I was acting as a date. He wanted the full escort services. It had been a long time since I had gone clubbing and even longer since I had escorted. Some guys wanted to strut around like peacocks and not just get their dicks sucked in a parked car. So whatever, I thought, I'll go to a fancy club with this guy and have my drinks paid for and come away with another grand in my pocket, at the very least. Usually, these types wanted to stay up all night hauling rails of cocaine and trying to balance it out by choking down male performance enhancers that you could buy at sex shops. Again, whatever. As long as I got paid. I wasn't personally a fan of getting all wigged out on drugs normally but I did like a drink here and there and I could be a fun time, even without narcotics. I also liked to get dolled up so the whole club scenario felt like a breath of fresh air to me.

As I stood in front of my mirror doing my make up I couldn't help but think about Mr. Skarsgard. I hated that I referred to him like that but I still didn't know his first name and by the way he had growled at me the last time, I was afraid to ever speak out of line with him. He looked so young but he carried himself so proudly that it was hard to pinpoint his age. The plague of questions still swirled in my gut once in a while. If he was so rich and so handsome, why was he paying women to be his little service maids? The man was an enigma to me, so dark and quiet, like the beginning of a storm, when the world seems to stand perfectly still inside a din of impending chaos. What was to come? I could not be sure. All I could do was watch the skies.

The club we went to was obnoxiously upscale in decor but noticeably Spring Break in clientèle. Even though the men were suited and the women all wore stilettos, they were all yelling and dancing and drinking and many pairs of eyes were blown-out dilated. I accompanied my John to different corners and levels of the clubs, drink in hand, swagger in my step and alertness that I did not give way to so that he could find his buddies and most certainly show me off. The dress I wore was a backless, low-cut silky shawl of a drape that only really covered my ass and pussy because it tapered down into a pencil skirt. I too wore stilettos.I had on this little number, impossibly high-heeled shoes and a gold sequined clutch that contained my phone, my ID, and my money. I drank with him and laughed with him and stole glances with his more attractive friend. It was a standard night at the club. Blow was snorted off of inch-long acrylic nails, martini glasses speckled any table surface and the music pumped so loud that it was impossible to have a real conversation. To be honest I was kind of having fun at the club even if my client was a greasy little guido with too much Hugo Boss cologne on. "Hey sweetheart," he yelled into my ear. "Take this and go use those tits to order everyone a shot." "Yeah, sure. How many?" I asked him. "Like ten. Who needs a shot!?" I had been seated at a table with a few guys who all fit the same profile as my client and a few girls. I wasn't sure who was a girlfriend and who was an escort but I didn't really care. He had just put two hundred dollars in the palm of my hand. He must have been really messed up and having too good of a time to care about the money spent. I don't think anybody in the establishment cared how much money they were spending. They were all kids with rich parents. Boy how I loved kids with rich parents. Through all of the writhing bodies and slamming bass, I made my way to a bar and posted up on it for a moment to collect my thoughts. I opened my clutch and put the hundred dollar bills inside for safe-keeping. Most of the night I had been neglecting my cell phone so I figured it a good time to check it. As soon as the screen came on I saw there had been a missed call from a few minutes prior. "Shit..." I said to myself. Oh well, unknown number. The bartender was on the complete opposite end of the bar and I knew it would be a while before she worked her way down to me. After all, straight women bartenders tended to favor serving the men first for better tips. That was alright with me though because I knew that hustle far too well. So I waited for my turn like a proper patron. Then my cell phone started vibrating in my hand. There was no way I could take the call amidst all of the noise but it was the same number that I had just missed. My heart skipped a beat or two.

I shoved my clutch underneath my arm and made for the bathroom, the only semi-quiet place that I could think of to take a call.  Luckily for me, the only people occupying the stalls were chicks peeing and doing cocaine together. I took the last stall, shut the door and locked it behind me, cell phone in hand.

There was no way I could wait for the number to call again so I decided to call it back which was something I usually didn't do.

It rang and rang and rang for what felt like forever until finally, somebody picked up. "Hello?" I asked when nobody said a thing. "Yeah." "Hi... Who is this? I have a missed call from this number." "Two missed calls." The voice said. I chuckled nervously, "Oh, yeah. Um, so just returning the call." "I appreciate it." "Sorry, who is this?" "Bill... Skarsgard." "Oh." "I'm sending a car for you." My mouth hung open as I scrabbled for something to say. "No, I... I can't. Not tonight." "J... Don't make me tell you twice." "I'm not..." I paused to grind my teeth. "I'm not at home." "Where are you?" With a sigh, I relented, "The Revive Downtown." "He'll be there soon." "Uh... Okay." I hung up the phone and let out a long breath. Shit. Dropping my phone back into my clutch, I left the bathroom in search of my client whose name I forgot. I had to wiggle my way through troops of people dancing before I reached the table that I'd just left. "Where the drinks at?" He asked. I grabbed his hand and gave him back the two hundred dollars. He looked down at the money with confusion written on his shiny face. "I have to go." "What?" He yelled, unable to hear me above all of the electronic discord. He got the hint when I stood to leave. "Sorry, I have to go!" "Wait what the fuck? You can't leave." He stood up as well, much to the surprise of his friends. I held up the free hand that wasn't clutching my bag tightly to my body. "It's an emergency, I'm so sorry!" "No, no, no! I want my money back, bitch!" "I'm sorry! That's not going to happen! Sorry... I have to go!" With that, I turned to walk away quickly towards the exit. My ditched client had other plans and once I was outside I could finally hear properly. There were people all over the street, cars driving by, pulling up and honking and then someone grabbed my arm tightly. "Hey! Don't you fucking walk away from me." I had been followed outside by my client who was obviously pissed. The exclamation was enough to grab the attention of anyone who was standing in line as well as the bouncer who turned his attention toward us but didn't move from his post. "Give me my money back you fucking whore." I flinched away from him, throwing my arms up in front of my face as my first reaction. What I anticipated was for him to come at me, but that was interrupted immediately. "Step the fuck back right now buddy. You don't want to try it." My savior said rather calmly. It was Mr. Skarsgård's driver who had gotten in between us. The guido stepped away, fists clenched, his buddies had come out too and also didn't know how to react. "Your fucking whore stole my money!" The driver took a step closer, towering over the angry client with a trained poise. There was no way he would attempt to throw down with the driver who had a foot on him and none of his friends seemed up to the challenge either. "You better watch your mouth, kid," the driver warned. "You," he then pointed at me. "Get in the car... now." I didn't wait for him to open the door for me and simply flung it open myself, threw my clutch into the back and got in. There was hardly anymore exchange before the driver shook his jacket and came back to the car. It was strange that I felt safe inside the BMW but I did and that's all I really cared about. My friends had told me I should have a bodyguard for situations like these but I had put it off for the simple fact that I couldn't afford to pay a guy to stave off asshole clients. Also, I hadn't done anything to get myself into violent situations either. This was all sorts of unlike me. I had never bounced on a client before. What I was doing for Skarsgård went against almost everything I had learned. It was just common courtesy to not walk out on a client, especially if you had been paid beforehand. This was going to get me into a lot of trouble. The driver got into the car and quickly pulled away from the scene. I watched his tense face relax gradually the further we drove from the club. After a minute or two of driving, he looked in the rearview mirror, matching my stare. "I'm sorry you had to do that," I said to him. "You don't have any protection?" Ashamed, I shook my head no. "You should, doing what you do." Glancing out the window at the passing streets I sighed, "I know." That was the only exchange we had for the rest of the way there. Each minute that passed I got more and more nervous. My imagination ran wild thinking of all of the possible scenarios that I was potentially putting myself into. I started shivering, perhaps because I was wearing almost nothing or maybe from fear of what I was walking into.

In my ridiculously high heels, I clopped up the steps behind the driver who had left the car running just to let me inside the house. I thought it was appropriate of him and I longed to thank him more for stepping in to defend me but I didn't think he wanted to hear any more of it. Instead, I walked right into the foyer. The lights were on this time and it took me a moment to adjust. A bright light was thrown into all corners of the massive hall by the crystal chandelier that hung down like a glittering, silver jellyfish. The paintings were illuminated enough to make out the finer details. But before I could wander in further a voice cleared at the top of the stairs. "Well... A little under-dressed?" I looked up and saw him leaning against the banister, one leg bent and one straight. His white button-up was open and I could see his deep collarbone. Although he looked a little more disheveled than I was used to, he still had his shirt tucked into his straight-fitting black trousers and shiny brown oxford shoes on. He looked to be a mile away by how tall he stood at the top staring down at me with what I thought could have been a mixture of disdain and surprise. "I was out dancing," I called up to him. He nodded his head and never took his stare off of me even if I shied away from the constant eye contact. "Get upstairs. Now." After his unyielding order, he turned and left down the East Wing hall. The echo of his footfalls beckoned me up the stairs. Before I started I grimaced at having to ascend so many stairs in such ridiculous shoes. However determined I was, I couldn't help but let myself take a short breather after clearing all of them one by meticulous one so as to not stumble on the thick carpet. He hadn't gone into his room, he was waiting right at the door. I tried to compose myself and walked towards him with confidence and not like my knees were about to give in. I wondered if he could tell how terrible I was at walking in stilettos. "Go." His voice was like blunt force trauma to my ears. I entered the room which had come alive by the light of candles and the lamp beside the bed.

Bill closed the door behind us with an antique thud and circled me like a predator, never taking his eyes off of me. I felt naked even though I wasn't. His eyes burned so vehemently but his mouth was relaxed and he could almost undress me with the intensity of that stare. Finally, I could see his face, really see it under the glow of the candles and lamps. He was this hybrid of a boy, innocence was woven into every cell of his pale skin and undeniable confidence of a well-dressed, well-paid man, as sinister as he was striking. He had it all in that moment; money, power, and beauty. Something told me he could get away with anything even without the money and the power. Those good looks alone could make a girl do a lot.

That's precisely how he made me feel as he walked towards me, taking his hands from his trouser pockets to grasp my chin, forcing me to stare back at him. "What you did tonight was wrong and I'm very disappointed." He said. "I'm sorry." "Well... you have the rest of the night to atone for making me angry, isn't that right?" "Yes, sir." His eyes were wide and searching, flicking back and forth as he bore into my own eyes. "I thought we had an understanding?" "We do, sir." Bill stepped back and let his eyes fall down my body, taking in every inch of me. Judging me or simply observing, it was hard to tell. This man was hard to read. "Apparently I didn't make myself clear enough." I swallowed. He continued. "You are mine and only mine. You belong to me. You are my fucking property and I do not share." "You don't have to, sir"" "Oh is that right? Then who are you all dressed up for, hm?" "Nobody." "You mean to tell me this little ensemble wasn't meant for anyone? I find that hard to believe. I don't pay you to traipse around the city looking like a ten-dollar hooker for other people." There were so many things I wanted to say but I chose to remain silent as he continued to circle me. "Go to the bed rail." He pointed towards the prodigious canopy bed that was hampered with pillows. I walked past him and stopped at the foot of the bed. He did not watch me but rather went to the other side of the room and dragged a plush wing-back chair to the center of the carpet. With a look of complete absorption on his face, he approached me from behind as though I were just another object in his room. "Bend over." He murmured. I did as I was told and bent over the wooden rail at the foot of his enormous bed. I wasn't sure what to do with my arms so I splayed my hands out on the soft duvet and waited for what was to come next. His hand touched my lower back and pushed down. "Further," he said. Lower I went, arching my back and the more I did so the more my dress pulled up in the back. He could most certainly see my ass as I could feel cool air touching my skin. That big hand ran down the base of my spine and over my exposed skin. Slowly he inserted a finger underneath the scant little strap of my thong, pulling it up. The sensation of the material pulling taut against my most sensitive parts was enough to make me weak in the knees, or perhaps it was my shoes. Nevertheless, it didn't feel unwelcome, simply disgracious in a way that made me feel dirty. "You never make me wait. I do not wait for you. You wait for me." "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, sir." Without letting go of my underwear he used his other hand to push me down further over the rail so that I was completely on display for him. My fear was that he would penetrate me but in those deliciously sickening moments, I didn't have the courage to bring up my rules. I simply did not allow clients to fuck me without a condom. Even the cleanest of men were no exception. My heart began to race thinking of every possibility that could go down. What would I do if he tried? Did I have it in me to freak out, push him away and end it all? Would I allow him to enter me? My head felt so foggy that I honestly couldn't tell how to react. All I knew was that his long fingers were tickling my skin and I could feel the heat of arousal stirring inside of me. Then he wound up and spanked me so hard a shockwave of sting interrupted my entire thought process. I gasped and looked back at him but he was calm, collected and close to me with his hands on my backside once more, rubbing the skin where he had just laid a fiery handprint. "Don't you ever keep me waiting again, understand?" I sucked in my bottom lip and nodded. "You are mine. You are my fucking property," he repeated himself. "Do not test me." "Yes, sir." "You fuck up and misbehave and now..." He leaned over my body bringing his lips close to my ear, hand never leaving my ass cheek. "Now you need punishment." That was the only warning he gave before spanking me again in the same spot. It stung so bad but I gritted my teeth and handled it not unflinchingly but as best as I could to keep from squealing. The prickling heat made me wince in pain. As if to alleviate the suffering he switched to the other cheek and gave me a whack for balance. Not once did he let go of my thong. He pulled it up, rubbed his hand over where the tiny triangle of fabric covered me and smacked me again. This time I couldn't help but let a sound slip from my mouth. "Oh yes, I know it hurts but this is what happens when you defy me. Isn't that right?" I nodded vigorously in hopes my submission would earn me some sympathy. It did not, and he wound up, cranking me really good on the right so hard that my legs faltered. If he wasn't there to keep me standing I would have buckled to the floor. Sweat broke on my forehead and my muscles clenched tightly. The funny part of it all was that I wasn't even tied up. I could have easily turned around and left. I could have refused this punishment. Hell, I could have refused him back at the club and I would have been well on my way to being drunk on top shelf liquor but instead, I was here, bent over a hand-carved wooden rail getting my ass handed to me by this rich, authoritarian man who I knew nothing about. 

The only solace my burning skin took was when he leaned over and spit on my bare ass cheeks and smeared it around with his thumbs. I sighed and I'm sure he noticed my relief by the way my spine relaxed. The sustenance was short-lived though. He lowered himself on one knee, proposing to my backside with both hands squeezing, spreading me open and then giving me a few swift belts using his hands as a paddle. By then my dress had risen far over my hips and I had never been more exposed to him before than I was at that moment. His punishment started to awaken a small, provocative tingle that didn't take long to sprout into something that coveted the rain of his foul play upon me. I soon forgot how my ankles were starting to ache, having been propped up on five inches of poniard for hours. The loud claps of his hand against my rear were enough to mask my tiny, shivering moans. He threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled my head back, allowing me to straighten. His other hand came up my neck and gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him, puppeteering my head to bring his lips to the crest of my cheekbone. His breath was hot, sweetened with bourbon and the scent of the cigarettes he smoked. When he pushed his hips into me I could feel how hard he had gotten and I gasped. What was he planning on doing to me? I knew that if I was subjected to anymore spanking it would cross the threshold into nothing but pain with a tearful lack of any pleasure. I didn't want it again but I did want something from him. What I wanted was so unreal and unwise. "Say you're mine." He hissed at me before licking my cheek all the to my gaping mouth. "Say it." What felt like a venomous snake wrapping around me tightly was really the erection he had pressed against my side. If he hadn't have been fully clothed I would have felt a lot more threatened but there was still this perception of a loaded gun. At the moment I truly felt the words leave my mouth. "I'm yours, I'm yours." "That's right, you are." He squeezed my cheeks between his fingers. "Now... Show me your tongue." I opened my mouth modestly and he gave me a quick nip of a kiss, all tongue-on-tongue contact. He drew back only to spit into my mouth and repeat himself. His nasty little game of sucking face made me long for more intimate contact. If he'd have used that loaded gun on me, I would have dropped to my knees in front of him. Without a second thought, he pushed me back over the wooden rail and left me there which was a better alternative to another round of spanking. But I was curious about where he was going until I heard the dull whine of the chair accepting his weight and the jingle of a belt coming undone. I dared a look behind me to see what he was doing. "Turn back around, now." I snapped back into place facing the expanse of bed before me. The candles cast flickering shadows across the black sea of opulent silk and behind me a man was beginning to jack off, watching my damp and reddened ass from a chair that cost more than most people's whole bedroom sets. I wanted to look back but I didn't, lest I cause him any more reason to lash out at me. Somehow I did feel bad for having denied him for anyone else and as I listened to the sound of him stroking his cock behind me, I wanted even more to please him. His breathing was audible and the jingling of his belt only got louder as he went. His breathing was fragmented into nearly inaudible grunts to sounds of him panting. Fuck, I wanted to watch. It wasn't long until a silence of about two minutes fell before he stood up and walked towards me slowly. Each footstep made my blood pump faster. This time, instead of a smack on my ass I felt a stickiness being spread all over my rosy skin. He smeared me with his cum, rubbing it into my flesh like lotion, over my panties and down the backs of my thighs. He made a real show of it, even going as far as to rub his hand over my clothed pussy just once. "Stay right there." He ordered. He and I both knew that I would not go against his word but once he did up his pants and left the room I chanced a looked around. The chair behind me seemed like a mundane object and not where he had just been sitting, staring at me, running his hand over his cock until he came. I wasn't cemented to the bed rail. I wasn't about to get fucked raw. Everything about this was different to me. It was hard to peg every man but this guy went against anything I had expected. He was nothing like the rest of them. He was unpredictable and that was what scared me about him. Was this play or was this humorless in his eyes? I looked over at the brass plate and bristled at the wad of cash that had been there seemingly all along. Would he take it as a slight if I left it there? Of course, he would, I thought. It wouldn't be there if I wasn't supposed to take it. Minutes passed before I heard him coming up the corridor. I had pulled down the skirt of my dress over the drying mess he had left on me and picked up my clutch once more. When he came back to the door he had a lit cigarette between two fingers. "There will be a cab waiting outside to take you home." I nodded at him, unable to open my mouth to actually say anything. He took a long haul off the end of his cigarette, leaning and swaying against the door. "Did you learn your lesson tonight?" "Yes, sir," I replied, feeling meek. "Good girl."After that, he left me to show myself out.

[letthesparkleshine]

You remembered.

Part 6!

Hi everyone! I’ll try to include Jin’s and Jungkook’s POV in the next part as well! However there might be a little delay with it since I have a lot of things happening in private life. That’s why I tried to make this part a bit longer for you to read. Hope you enjoy it! :) 

Words: around 5.1k

Group: BTS

Members: Jungkook and Taehyung X you X Jin (it’s a mess I’m sorry)

Part 1 *  Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5

You stopped for a moment to think. Your best friend had just asked you on a date I mean could it be any more perfect. People often speak about best friends dating and how it is on of the best things in the world. You always thought of Tae as you bff but he became that later. However, with Jungkook the situation was a little bit different. He was your friend before. He's your friend now. And yes he is handsome but you really didn't think of him like that. You didn't even have the time.

''Uh Y/N did you hear me?'' Jungkook's words snapped you out of your thoughts.

You didn't know what to say. You needed time. You just stood there like a statue. You felt as if even if you wanted to move you weren't able to.

''I know it's very sudden, you probably didn't expect this questio-''

''Yes it's very sudden'' you cut him off a little harshly. You didn't mean to come off as rude but you really didn't know how to react. How could he ask you. Not now.

''I'm sorry Jungkook, I'm just a little bit shocked that is all.''

''It's okay, I understand. You did just break up with Tae not a long ago.''

Oh Tae, why did he have to bring him up? you thought to yourself.

''But I still think that you should go out with me'' he sounded very confident. It was Jungkook we were talking about anyway.

''We know each other Y/N, don't you think it would be amazing?'' he took a step towards you. You still had no idea how to react, it was all very too sudden, and very odd as well.

He took your hand and intertwined it with his. You very shocked by his action reacted impulsively and pulled away taking a step away from him.

''I’m sorry Kookie this is all just very unexpected to me.'' you tried to explain yourself the best way you could at the moment.

''I'm not giving up Y/N. You're going to go out with me one of these days. I know that we would be just so great together.''

You slowly processed everything he said, but Kookie continued speaking: ''How about this? Come to our dorm tomorrow and we'll spend an evening like we used to. Playing games, messing around and other stuff. If you'll feel uncomfortable next to me, then I'll let go. We’ll stay friends like we are now.''

''But what do you get out of it? I mean it wouldn't be a date, we'd just hang out, of course I'm going to be comfortable next to you.''

Jungkook took a long sigh after you finished your sentence and if you were honest with yourself, it pissed you off. Who is he to be sighing when he had just asked you out out of blue.

''You really should let people finish their sentences Y/N.''

So that got you worked up even more but you decided to let it go this time. You crossed your hands and waited for him to finish.

''We'll be hanging out like always but I will do something I've never done before.''

''And what would that be smarty pants?'' you asked.

''I'll kiss you.''

If you thought him asking you out on a date before was a shocker to you, then this had to be a bomb. Your eyes became twice your normal size and your hands were no longer crossed. Jungkook was smirking at your reaction. This boy has always had a confidence when it came to girls and you saw him hitting on so many girls. You were always the person standing on the side and observing, but now roles have turned. You had become the girl he hits on. A very unusual feeling as well.

''Excuse me?'' was the only possible answer you could give him at the moment.

''You heard me, I'll kiss you and if it will be awkward for you, we can just remain friends. You were about to reply back but he cut you off. ''Before you interrupt me again let me finish. I won't tell you when I'll kiss you. I'll do it unexpectedly.''

You were standing as still as ever, with so many things going through your mind but the only thing you could say was: ''What sense does that make?''

''Now whenever you think about us hanging out tomorrow, you’ll think about me kissing you.'' Yeah the kid is not good with math but man he could win a woman’s heart.

''I swear Jungkook  I-''

''Nope, not even a word. You're coming tomorrow and that's the last of this conversation. Try not tho think about our kiss tomorrow.'' As he said that he finished it of with a wink and a smile. But it wasn't his kind smile, it was his f''boy smile. And if you were honest, you kind of liked it.

''Fine, challenge accepted, see you tomorrow Kook.”

Jungkook smiled to himself at your words and walked back to the dorm. As soon as he entered the dorm he felt something, it was a feeling you can’t describe easily. He came off so confident in front of you but now he was feeling like a five year old who just broke their mom’s favorite vase. Yoongi saw him and his state so he asked him: “You okay kid?”

“Yeah fine, I just need everyone to leave tomorrow around 3 o’clock and not come back until at least 9” he answered so simply but Suga wasn’t having any.

“Yeah right, what’s gotten into you?”

“No I mean it, Y/N is coming tomorrow to our kind of date and I need the dorm to be empty.”

At this point Yoongi saw that Kook wasn’t playing around so he asked: “Wait seriously? A date? What do you mean kind of?”

“Well it’s a date but we’re also hanging out as just friends. You can call it a pre-actual date preparation.”

“Listen, I have no idea what you’re talking about but I heard Y/N and date in the same sentence so that works for me.”

Jungkook definitely liked the words he was hearing.

“I’ll tell the others to leave.” Said Yoongi.

“Thanks, I appreciate the support.” Said Kookie very happily.

“No problem, it’s not everyday you lose your virginity.” Said Suga while heading to his room. Jungkook opened his mouth to protest but he was cut off yet again by Yoongi “Yeah yeah, you’re cool, you lost your virginity a long time ago, i don’t care I’m going to sleep.” And with those words said Yoongi was no where near Jungkook’s sight.

“Sometimes I wonder what would it be like if I lived alone, must be very peaceful.” Thought Kookie to himself. In the distance he heard some glass breaking and J-hope screaming.

“Very peaceful” he finished his thought.

On your way to Miri’s apartment countless thoughts passed by your mind, some passed rather quickly and other rather slowly. By the time you reached her apartment you were so deep in your thoughts you almost missed the building. As soon as you stepped into her apartment you sat on the couch in the living room taking some time to collect your thoughts. Miri had just gotten out of the shower and as soon as she saw you she asked: “Sooo?? How was it? Tell me everything!” She seemed very excited.

“Jungkook asked me out.” You cut straight to the ending, the ending that left Miri in complete shock. “And he said that he’ll kiss me tomorrow.”

At this point Miri looked as if all the air out of her lungs had been sucked out.

“What???” She screamed so loud, whole floor probably heard her.

You told her to sit down and you explained everything to her, you didn’t leave a single detail out.

After a good hour had passed Miri finally said:”Wow.. that was a lot of information to take in.”

“I know.” You agreed with her “So, what do you think I should do? Should I go out with Jungkook, he is Tae’s bes-“

“Yes!” Miri screamed cutting you off. “You should definitely go out with him Y/N, yes yes yes!” She continued speaking enthusiastically.

“What’s with the enthusiasm Miri?” You asked her.

“Oh come on, you and Jungkook Y/N that would be so good, even you have to admit it.”

“Whaat? I never thought of Jungkook in that way..” you tried playing dumb.

“Oh pleaase” said Miri “- like I don’t know you. Everybody looks at Jungkook that way, dont get me even started on you.”

“What? I never looked at him as a-“

Miri cut you off without saying a word. She gave you one of her significant looks. A look if which could speak, would say Really bitch.

“Yeah you’re right, why an I even trying with you?” You just admitted simply.

‘‘He is hot..’‘ you said that sentence rather as a question. ‘‘-Yeah he is hot, let’s try it why not?’‘ you asked yourself while talking out lout.

‘‘We’re very good friends Miri I cant.’‘ you also answered yourself.

‘‘Stooop! Go out with him Y/N, no overthinking ok?’‘ Miri tried to help you as much as she could without giving away Jungkook’s crush on you.

‘‘But what about Jin?’‘ you asked.

‘‘What about him?’‘ asked Miri as an answer.

‘‘Wouldn’t it be weird? I mean all things considered..’‘ you said the last word very silently. You regretted that night you spent with him. First of all you had just broken up with Tae and now you’re going out with another friend of his. You couldn’t help but to feel a little bit slutty. You never intended to sleep with him, it just happened.

‘‘Well how does he act around you?’‘ asked Miri.

‘‘Oh he’s great actually, he’s sticking to our deal and pretending like it didn’t happen at all. It’s just me, I have a problem with myself, I just feel so guilty Miri.’‘ you answered truthfully.

‘‘Well don’t  Y/N, it happened only once and you were drunk, also you and Tae broke up so you were a single lady at the time.’‘ she said.

‘‘But what if Kookie found out?’‘

Miri raised her hand at you telling you to basically stop talking.

‘‘I don’t want to hear it  Y/N, everyone makes mistakes, what happened with Jin was not much of a mistake really and besides even if it was, you don’t own anyone an explanation, especially Jungkook. You deal with your mistakes the way you want to.’‘

What Miri said made sense, you decided to let go of the topic for now and enjoy your date, but not really a date, with Jungkook tomorrow. You were rather excited for it. It was definitely making you nervous. It was something new.

‘‘Fine!’‘ you said, ‘‘Your right, I’m going to take a shower now If you don’t mind.’’

‘’What, you need to was the smell of their dorm that badly?’’ asked Miri in a jokingly way.

‘’No just the smell of Jimin.’’ you said while making your way to the bathroom.’’

‘’Hey!!’’ yelled Miri.

You laughed under your breath. ‘’Just joking girl.’’ 

Tomorrow has arrived. Today was the day of your and Jungkook’s kind of date.

You woke up not knowing how to feel, but there was not too much time left to think, you had to get ready for your job. You tried to go through day as normally as possible. You worked first shift, you had a break and then went back to work. Around 1 o’clock you finished and made your way to your home. The day was very lovely, sun was shining brightly so you deiced to go to home by foot.  You were enjoying the moment when suddenly your phone buzzed. It was a text from Jungkook.

‘‘Everything’s ready, I got the snacks and the movies, I only need you ;)’‘

‘‘Yeah,no winky face is going to work for a while Kookie, I’ll be there around 4ish’‘

‘‘Would you just play along, I swear Y/N you’re so obnoxious sometimes.’‘

‘‘And yet you still asked me on a date ;)’‘

It took Jungkook a couple of minutes before he replied back to you, it must’ve been a good response. Yep, today was a truly good day for you.

‘‘I’m thinking about giving you up, but before I do the final decision, I’ll need to see you around 5 today. Practice at 3, Hoseok was panicking again this morning at practice so we need to work a bit more today.’‘

‘‘5 it is, see you then pretty boy ;)’‘

‘‘Thanks for stating the obvious.’‘

You laughed at his text and put away your phone. When you got home you tried to pass the time as quickly as possible. You couldn't wait to see Jungkook today, you were very shook by his question yesterday but not today. Today you were all hyped, I guess that’s what overthinking does. As time passed you got ready for your kind of date and around 4.30 left your apartment. You didn’t want to be late as you were never late to your hanging out. You arrived couple of minutes early. To use the best of those minutes you tried calling Miri but you were in no luck. However she texted you back immediately: ‘’Don't overthink, just enjoy!’’

You put away your phone and made your way to their entrance door. You took a deep breath and knocked. You waited for a couple of seconds before the door opened. It was Jin who greeted you.

Oh Y/N you’re here.’’ he says. ‘’Come in.’’ he moved and made a way for you to enter. 

‘‘I’m here to meet Kook.’‘ you say as you take off your shoes and head to their living room. ‘‘Where is he?’‘

‘‘He’ll be home any minute, they must’ve finished by now.’‘ he says.

‘‘Oh,, I see..’‘ you say taking a short breath. ‘‘And you, why are you the only one home?’‘

‘‘I got a little bit sick since yesterday so I decided to stay in bed this day, but don’t worry I’m leaving you two alone for your date.’‘ he says with a tone sounding bit different than his usual self.

‘‘Oh, I.?’‘ you start to say but don’t know how to finish so you just stay quiet.

‘‘Don’t worry.’‘ he says with a little smile ‘‘We’re good right? We decided to be good no matter what, right?’‘ Jin asked and you were a little relieved. He could see that so instead of letting you answer he said: ‘‘Good, because I still want to go on a date with your sister.’‘

And this is where the Jin as everyone knows him has entered the chat.

‘‘Man I didn’t miss jokes about my sister.’‘ you say a bit irritably but you’re laughing. And so is Jin. You guys take a seat while waiting for Jungkook to arrive. He didn’t want to leave you alone so you just start talking. The conversation goes on very easily with Jin. He’s a charismatic person so it doesn't surprise you. You two have a lovely chat for a short while when you suddenly get a message from Jungkook.

‘‘I’m sorry but I’m going to be late. Namjoon felt sick during practice so we had to take him to the hospital. Don’t worry he just had an allergic reaction, we’re on our way back but it’s going to take a while, the roads are very crowded. Tell Jin his husband is fine and if he could keep you company for half an hour maybe I’d owe him one?’‘

You read the message out loud to Jin. 

‘‘I’ll keep you company no problem but excuse me a moment I still need to call Namjoon to see how he is.’‘ he says while getting up.

‘‘Of course.’‘ you say. He goes to his room to make a phone call and leaves you alone.

You start to text Miri but in the middle of your text you decide to delete it. You’re just going to go with her advice and enjoy it. Well as much as you can. And all is good, you're with Jin, he is making things easy for you. 

You decide to go to the bathroom while waiting for him to finish. You head towards it but on your way you hear weird noises coming from Jin’s room. You want to make sure if everything is okay so you change your path but before you knock you hear interesting words coming out of his room: ‘’I love her so much it’s not fair, I can’t pretend to be friends with her.’’

The words were too juicy for you to turn around and leave him in his privacy. Your curiosity gets the best of you so you decide to listen. It was Jin on a phone with Namjoon you were assuming, but who was he talking about? you thought to yourself.

You wanted to turn away and give him some privacy, you knew it was wrong to stay and eavesdrop but you couldn't help yourself.

‘‘I know Joon, I know Jungkook is crazy about her but so am I. And it hurts because he gets to go on a date with her today and I get to look at them.’‘

Jin’s words stopped your breath for a moment. He loves me? It can’t be.. you tried to deny the words you just heard. You started thinking about everything. How? When? Why? So man questions passed by your mind, you got completely lost in your thoughts. So lost you didn’t realize that you didn’t move until Jin came out of his room and he almost crashed into you.

‘‘ Y/N?? What are you doing standing here?’‘ he asked

‘‘I- I..’‘ you started to stutter, you had no idea what to say to him.

‘‘Did you hear my conversation?’‘ he asked sounding a bit angrily.

You stood still completely quiet, you looked at him and his face changed completely. He started to breathe very loudly, you could see that he was very nervous.

‘‘I’m so sorry I didn't mean to I just wanted to check if you were okay.’‘

Jin’s eyes were teary at this point, he turned around to not face you, he was embarrassed.

‘‘Please don’t be mad, I’m so sorry.’‘ you say.

‘‘I didn’t want you to ever find out  Y/N, I wanted you to be happy with Kook, I still want you so let’s just pretend you didn't hear a word just like we’re pretending that we never slept together.’‘ he said the last part with such a bitter feeling in his voice. You could sense that he was angry with you for hearing his private conversation. He wanted to enter his room, opening the door but all you could do in the moment was hug him.

You felt bad, he was in love with you this whole time. First you were with Tae, then something happened between you but instead of talking about it you completely ignored his feelings and decided not to, and now he had to watch you get together with yet another friend of his.

‘‘I’m so sorry Jin.’‘ you say while hugging him from behind. ‘‘Please don’t be mad at me, let’s just talk.’‘ you say.

‘‘I don’t think there’s anything to talk about.’‘ he says very quietly.

‘‘No please, you’re still my friend, I care about you.’‘ you try to reason.

He turns around breaking your hug, looks you in the eyes and says: ‘’That’s why we have nothing to talk about, you care about me, but I love you.’’

You could feel your heart breaking but most importantly you could hear Jin’s as well. All you ever wanted was to make things right but you didn’t know how to. Jin was at this point crying a little bit and you started to as well. The whole situation was completely unexpected to you. You hated losing yet another friend. You were about to say something when you heard the front door opening.

‘‘It must be Kookie, don’t worry I’ll get my things and leave.’‘ says Jin entering his room and leaving you alone in the hallway not giving you a chance to react.

‘‘ Y/N I’m here and I'm so sorry I’m late.’‘ he says while running to you to give you a hug.

You hurry up and wipe your tears as fast as possible for him to not see.

‘‘Oh Kookie, you’re here.’‘ you say with a bit shaky voice while hugging him back.

‘‘Are you crying, what’s wrong Y/N?’‘ he asks.

‘‘Oh nothing, just an allergy, that’s why I went to the bathroom in the first place.’‘ you point to the door hoping your excuse will work on him.

‘‘Oh okay, well then you get settled and I’ll talk to Jin, we need to be alone today.’‘ he says with a wink.

You didn’t want him to enter Jin’s room, but you also didn’t know what to do. Everything was just so new to you, all the information you received was too much for you at the moment.

‘’Actually Kookie, my allergy is really working up.’’ you say with tears in your eyes. All you wanted was to cry at the moment. You had no idea why, but it hit you harder than anything else in your life. You just simply felt so bad, so guilty towards Jin.

‘‘Please, let’s reschedule this.’‘ you say turning away from him, afraid he’ll see through you and realize those are actual tears. You want to move to get your things but he stops you by grabbing your hand.

‘‘Y/N wait please, I’ve been looking so forward to this day, please don’t leave.’‘ he says in such an honest way it breaks your heart even more. Not only did you hurt Jin, you were about to hurt your best friend too. One person you thought you weren’t capable of hurting. Jungkook still holds your hand not letting you go and you don’t move. You stay still for a couple of seconds only looking at his eyes. He suddenly moves closer to you letting go of your hand and instead grabbing you by your waist very gently. He pulls you closer to him leaving you completely in shock not knowing what he’s going to do next. His right hand makes its way to your neck pulling you even closer to him. In the moment you close your eyes not caring about a single thing. He presses his lips against yours and its the most amazing feeling you’ve ever felt. He starts to deepen the kiss and you go along. You forgot about everything, you just enjoyed the moment.

Soon the moment is over and you both move slowly apart. You are still very stunned by what had just happened. Your best friend had just kissed you and it felt incredible. But on the other side, your heart was hurting because of Jin. You start to overthink everything again but Jungkook stops you with saying: ‘’You kissed me back.’’

He had such a wide smile on his face as he was saying those words to you and you felt incredible. However, Jin was at the back of you mind the whole time. You were so happy yet so sad at the same time.

‘‘Jungkook, honestly, the kiss was amazing.’‘ you say making him smile even more, as it was even possible. ‘‘-but I have to go, I’m so so so sorry, but I just have so many things to think through.’‘ you say.

‘‘Wait, wait Y/N.’‘ he says running after you ‘‘- wha-?’‘

He didn’t know why you reacted in such way. ‘’Did it feel weird?’’ he asked very directly.

‘‘No, no, the kiss was great Jungkook, I promise you, I just have to go.’‘ you say. You wanted to leave as soon as possible, due to Jin still being in his room. Everything that had just happened, happened in front of his room. You were terrified of him coming out in the hallway at any moment.

‘‘Why Y/N? I don’t understand.’‘ says Kookie.

‘‘I promise, the kiss was amazing, but I have to go, I’ll call you, it’s another promise.’‘ you say to him and with those words you leave his dorm not giving him a chance to say something.

The outdoor fresh air felt like a bucket of ice cold water.

What had just happened? you thought to yourself. On you way to your home your mind went blank, you couldn’t process what had just happened. You wanted to think about it, but something was stopping you. You changed your route and headed to the White cafe you and Kookie used to go to all the time. You ordered the same thing Jungkook would order. After taking a first sip it happened. Emotions have overcome you and after Jungkook popped in your head you started to smile. Your best friend had just kissed you, the guy you never thought would, excluding the crush you had on him the first year you became friends. He was the one you probably should have been with at the first place instead of Tae.

I just kissed Jungkook, omg I have to call Miri, you thought but stopped the same second you took your phone out. ‘’Jin.’’

Oh poor Jin, I’m such a terrible person, what am I going to do. Different thoughts have entered you mind, you really had no idea what to do. You wanted to think things through before you said anything to anyone.

After 7 minutes of deep thinking mode your thoughts were disturbed by your phone buzzing. It was a message from Jimin.

‘‘What did you do to Jungkook??’‘ The message left you very confused.

‘‘What do you mean?’‘

‘‘We came home like 15 min ago expecting him to be in a good mood, but he’s locked himself in his room not wanting to talk to anybody.’‘

On no, poor Kookie, he probably thinks he did something wrong. you thought.

‘‘I’ll call him later, but if he asks tell him he did nothing wrong, tell him that everything was just perfect to me.’‘

‘‘Ok, I have no idea what you’re talking about but I’ll tell him. Maybe he’ll cheer up.’‘

‘‘Thanks Jimin.’‘

The one person you never saw unhappy was now locked in his room, thinking about what he had done wrong. You hated this feeling, you wanted to go to him and talk to him like you talk about everything, but you had to think about Jin as well, he was his friend after all.

You decided to stop feeling terribly alone, so you called the one person who’ll probably help you feel even more terrible, but at least you weren’t alone. Miri. She came to the coffee shop pretty fast, obviously she was very excited for the news you had for her.

‘‘Talk woman, talk!!’‘ she yelled as soon as she entered, not caring about other guests in there. 

She listened carefully to every detail of you story and you explained it very thoroughly. After everything she heard the only thing that came out of her mouth was: ‘‘Holy shit!’‘ she took a moment to collect her thoughts and then she said: ‘‘Please tell me you’re still going to go out with Jungkook.’‘ she says.

‘‘Wha-?’‘

‘‘Do you like him?’‘ she asked very firmly.

‘‘I don’t know, I mean he is my Kookie, the friend I’ve had for over 8 years.’‘ you try to answer.

‘‘Yeah Y/N that’s not an answer.’‘ she says.

‘‘I do like him Miri, of course I like him, I think I could even fall in love with him over time. I mean it’s Kookie for crying out loud.’‘ you say and Miri smiles upon hearing your words.

‘‘But Jin, I don’t know what to do Miri, he is obviously hurting because of me and I don’t want to be a bad guy.’‘ you finish saying.

‘‘Y/N you can’t think like that. You can’t block your happiness because of someone else’s. You need to be happy too, you deserve to be happy.’ she says taking your hand.

‘‘You’re my best friend and I’m going to be honest with you.’‘ her words make you look at her suspiciously.

‘‘Jungkook has had a crush on you for the longest time ever, even while you were dating Tae. And I was always rooting for him, since day 1. He could make you so happy Y/N, don’t ruin things for yourself.’‘

You had no idea about Jungkook’s crush, but after hearing it coming from Miri’s mouth it made you smile a little bit to yourself. He liked me? was everything that was going through your head.

‘‘And regarding Jin, yes, it’s a terrible timing but it’s not your fault. If you have a chance to be happy, you should be happy. As simple as that.’‘ 

‘‘I swear Miri, you always know what to say.’‘ you tell her.

‘‘Well of course, why do you think I majored in law?’‘ she says making you both laugh. She wipes the already dried tears off your face and says: ‘‘Go do the thing that would make you happy with the right person.’’ putting again a smile on your face. 

You get up to hug her and say: ‘’Thank you for everything. Really.’’

‘‘No problem, now go.’‘ she says pushing you out of the Cafe making you laugh.

Enjoy the moment, you deserve to be happy is what you are thinking as your walking towards you home. As soon as you reached your apartment you got cozy on your couch and texted Jungkook.

‘‘You awake?’‘

Why did I text that, it’s like 8PM, who goes to bed at 8?

He texted you back instantly.

‘‘I know I’m younger than you, but that doesn’t mean I go to sleep at 8 like a child..’‘

After reading his text you called him. He didn’t pick up for a couple of seconds which made you a bit nervous when suddenly you heard: ‘’Hello?’’

‘‘Kookie! Hi! What are you doing?’‘ you asked.

‘‘Umm.. nothing special, hanging out with the guys.’‘

‘‘Are you free?’‘ you went in directly with your intentions.

‘‘What? When? Now?’‘

‘‘Yes, now.’‘ you say.

‘‘Well, yeah, I don’t have any plans..’‘

You don’t know how you got the courage to say the following words but somehow you found it.

‘‘Come to my place.’‘

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “The Work Wife” Part 4

You’ve been working for The Joker for the past 10 years: you speak and act for him and no matter the circumstances, Y/N is always there to take care of everything he needs.  The King of Gotham might not be married, yet he has a perfect partner: his work wife.

Part 1          Part 2       Part 3    Part 5

The Presidential suite at Marion Hotel Casino, Las Vegas

6 days into your honeymoon

“This never happened to me before,” The Joker frowns while you lift your shoulders up, trying to be sympathetic:

“It’s ok, it happens to everybody at one point.”

“But I’m The Joker!” he reminds a relaxed Y/N that doesn’t seem to understand the severity of what just happened.

You squeeze the small, decorative pillow to your chest and lean over to kiss him:

“It has nothing to do with that; I’m telling you, it’s not that uncommon. Totally fine, don’t be embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed?!” J sarcastically grins. “I’m completely naked! Why do you have to rub it in my face?!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna tell anybody,” you fiddle with your ponytail for a few moments before reassuring: “Your reputation is safe with me.”

The Joker scratches his chin, straining to find a solution yet there’s none. His wife takes a deep breath and utters the words she’s been dying to say for the past 30 seconds:

“Checkmate!!”

“Ugh!” he kicks the chess board with his foot and the pieces fly all over the bed.

“You’re such a sore loser,” you laugh and start cleaning the mess he just made.

After rejecting the idea of playing strip poker because you knew J would cheat, you decided to go with chess since it will make the games entirely fair. In the last two hours he lost his sweatpants, t-shirt, socks, 3 gold chains, 5 rings and his Rolex and least but not last, his boxers.

“I still need payment though,” you carefully look around to make sure you’re gathering everything.

The Joker gestures towards the pile on your left containing his clothes and accessories, enunciating the obvious.

“I have nothing more to give, Y/N!”

“I’ll take one of your earrings,” you extend the palm of your hand and wait. He growls and detaches the diamond from his right ear, bitterly handing over the requested item.

“Thaaaank you,” you add the shiny stone to the rest of the stuff taken from the moody husband. “Let’s play some more,” you propose and he gets out of bed, done with the temporary entertainment that didn’t go his way.

“I think I’ll walk away while I still have an earring and a shred of dignity left.”

“Here’s your wedding ring back,” you offer the only thing you’re able to part with from the stack containing your winnings. He gives you his hand and you slide the band on his finger, closing one eye due to the discomfort in your jaw.

“Still bothers you?” J caresses the deep scar on your cheek and you peck his wrist.

“Yes, on and off; I’ll check once we’re back to Gotham,” you let yourself fall on the cushions and stretch.

“Wanna go gambling?” he crawls on top of you and you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Not tonight; I will take a pain killer and mop around here until you return.”

“Are you sure?” The Joker grumbles, nuzzling to your neck.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you get ticklish when his hands pull down on your bikini, making it obvious he doesn’t want to leave right away.

“I want my special treatment,” and you attempt to explain why he’s not going to receive the grand price of the night:

“You lost.”

“I’m already naked so I want my special treatment!”

“But you lost,” you wiggle to escape while he keeps you trapped under him.

“Don’t nag me!” J impatiently rips the strap of your lacy bra, kind of annoyed he has to put in extra effort anytime he wants to have sex;  what The King of Gotham usually got with no effort from his previous women came back to haunt him: karma is a bitch.

************* Shortly after The Joker went to the gambling VIP section downstairs, you decided to surprise him and join the fun. The pain medication worked and you feel reinvigorated: Y/N dolls up, dresses up with her favorite little black dress and high heels, ready to spend a few hours at the casino:

The Angelli brothers own the premises, their less than ordinary business partners having to use only special sections of the humongous building in order to avoid the public eye. The personnel working these areas are trained to handle the unusual guests, trusty employees that will not betray and disclose what is going on behind the closed doors.

You get out of the elevator and walk towards the VIP section, smacking your lips a few times in order to make sure the shiny lip-gloss is equality distributed. The “VIP Gold Members” neon sign hanging on the wall at the end hallway is a sign you’re close to the well-known destination.

You are about to enter the private sector when the sight of The Joker seating at one of the Poker tables with a girl in his lap abruptly halts your enthusiasm. One of the waiters carrying a tray with numerous cocktails almost bumps into you, promptly apologizing for a mistake it’s not his:

“I’m so sorry. Would you like a drink?” he offers a glass to an absent minded Y/N that couldn’t care less her dress nearly got ruined.

“No, I’m fine…” you stay behind the shiny curtains, spying on J.

5 minutes pass, 10 more, another 25.

She’s still on his knees, giggling and whispering things that make him smirk. You don’t have to be an expert in order to see what’s going on, especially since you’re a pro in reading his body language: after 11 years of being around him, you bet you can tell The Joker wants her.

Still...  Why isn’t he telling the woman to get lost? He’s here with you.

You take a deep breath and prepare for a very unpleasant confrontation when the decision is unexpectedly put on hold: the girl hops from J’s lap, eagerly grabbing his arm after he stands up from the Poker table. You quickly hide behind some decorative trees and watch them pass by, already startled by his behavior.

Once they get in the elevator you emerge from your spot and follow, waiting to see which floor J will take her to. The light indicating the 35th level stops after a few seconds and your heart stops with it: when The Joker visits The Marion Hotel, he likes to use suite number 360B for his one night stands.

How familiar you are with that room since you had to wait in front of it in the past, that way you could escort him back to his own quarters after he was done with his flings.

You are so tense on your way up to the 35th floor you unconsciously bite on the scarred cheek over and over again, ignoring the tender skin that’s hurting again. The bell ding gets you out of daze and you rush towards the end of the long corridor, dreading the imminent evidence of betrayal.

A few more steps and here you are, ready to enter the password on the electronic key pad that will reveal the truth about a marriage you thought might just work…until now. He didn’t change the code: “Batsy Is A Jerk” grants you access to the suite. You tiptoe on the hallway, careful not to make a sound. The darkness conceals your presence and the third bedroom facing the center of Las Vegas reveals what a stunned Y/N was hoping to never see: proof that she should have never altered the status of her relationship with The Joker.

He’s by the large windows looking outside, the busy night life offering a show J got absorbed into while the girl he brought with him is undressing in a hurry.

“Do you want to use the bed?” she stomps the clothes scattered on the floor, planning to help him get rid of his.

“U-hum,” he keeps on glaring at the bright lights while the woman takes off his jacket, unaware they have company.  She starts unbuttoning his shirt too when the voice coming from behind them makes her jump.

“Did you accidentally wander off in the wrong room on the way back to ours?”

You emerge from the shadows and The Joker’s eyes get big, completely surprised his wife caught him in such a compromising situation.

“Am I supposed to be on active duty on my own honeymoon and get rid of the trash afterwards?”

He’s not answering and you repeat the question: “Am I?...”

He watches you backing out until you disappear from his visual field, the slammed door a clear statement of the humiliating experience you’ve been subjected to. The girl doesn’t know how to react; J is not even listening to the words that are coming out of her mouth, numb from realizing he messed up with his carelessness.

Maybe he should have paid more attention and not bring the woman here? Take her somewhere else? Or maybe he shouldn’t have taken you for an idiot in the first place?

It just sort of happened; The Joker is so used with this life style he didn’t think twice about the fact that he’s not single anymore, actually quite unavailable due to the wedding band on his finger.

“Mister Joker,” she cups his face since he’s not blinking, “are you OK?”  

He keeps on staring at the blackness you vanished into, conflicted by the thoughts running through his head.

“Mister Joker,” the girl insists, “what’s wrong?”

His attention switches towards the person he brought there for some cheap fun: young and beautiful, the type he always goes for. No scars on her cheek, no sassy attitude to irritate him, no feistiness, no witty remarks. Just a doll in a perfect box, trained to please and satisfy her clients’ wildest desires.

But The Joker does like scars, ballsy attitude that annoys him, feistiness and clever comments: they’re all embodied in the only woman that managed to take care of everything he needed for countless years without ending up in a grave despite the dangers of such a risky job.

“Nothing is wrong,” he grumbles and abandons the girl where she stands, sprinting outside the room to try and catch up with you.

There’s no trace of Y/N on the corridor and J elects to return to the Presidential Suite because he’s certain you went back.  

He was mistaken: the place is empty.

“Call wife,” he uses voice command and Bigsby obeys without further issues since you changed the setting to his “Contacts” a few days ago when you got married from “work wife” to “wife”.

“Calling wife,” the electronic device dials your number.

You don’t pick up and he tries again, this time successfully getting a hold of Y/N.

“Where are you?” he groans, pacing around the bedroom; you are actually at the underground parking lot, getting ready to enter the car.

“Going away,” the news displeases J as much as his conduct displeased you.

“I’m waiting upstairs; I want to talk to you!” The Joker barks.

“I’m going home,” you stab the lock with the key, wanting to be as far as possible from the casino in the next 5 minutes.

“Get back here!!!” he has the nerve to act all pissed off as if you’re the one that did something bad.

The crackling sound at the other end of the line halts the conversation; you simply dropped your cell in the sewer under your SUV, leaving J hang in doubt until he comprehends the basic notion: the honeymoon is over.

*************

For 3 days he debated on his options: The Joker didn’t follow you to Gotham right away, swearing to himself he will party without his estranged wife for the rest of the planned vacation.

And he certainly did: J couldn’t sleep; Y/N wasn’t there to make his chamomile tea or keep him company until he would nap. Nobody to play strip chess with, nobody to nag him, nobody to fight with, nobody to guess what he wanted before he knew it himself, nobody to give him the special treatment he was secretly addicted to.

No work wife to tend to his whims and no wife to shower him with her affection that maybe was there for 11 years before they ended up together.

The Joker was such a party animal he went to a strip club located on the west side of the Casino and snoozed 15 minutes later after not sleeping for 24 hours straight. They didn’t dare wake him up and The King of Gotham found himself buried under bras and panties next morning, not remembering being more exhausted in his life.

He barely made it back to his quarters, burned out after the intense Vegas spree; somehow the City of Lights didn’t make him cope with your absence. That’s when J decided to ask The Angelli brothers for one of their men to drive him back home.

It was a full day trip back to Gotham and he arrived at the Penthouse around 9:32pm. He stayed there briefly, then went downstairs to your apartment ready to address the burning issue with Y/N; The Joker was sure it won’t be pretty since you weren’t one of his toys to bend and twist as he pleased.

Oddly enough, the entrance to the condo was cracked opened and he made his way in, suspecting the reason why: the place was empty. Completely empty. He stood in the doorway with his mouth opened, not believing you really left. J finally started roaming around the rooms, puckering his lips since there was no evidence of you ever being there for all those years: the apartment was spotless and you didn’t leave anything behind.

Except two items he found on your bedroom’s floor: your wedding ring placed on top of a picture depicting an image of the only tattoo on your body. The Joker gazed at the hand written note on the back of it and read the lines five times before stashing your message in his jacket:

“There’s nothing worse than doom coming from the self-fulfilling prophecy tattooed on your skin as a joke.”

The Clown prince of Crime knew it won’t be easy to find you, but he had to search for his missing bride anyway.

What is the point of having an empire if the woman that helped you build it is not there?

*************

After 2 months, Tuesday--11:12pm

“Where’s Y/N?” Jonathan Crane takes another drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke high up in the air.

He came to the Penthouse for a business meeting with J and delivered the suitcase with valuable Liquid Dream vials himself.

“Away,” the elusive reply makes Scarecrow chuckle.

“Is she sick?” he continues the interrogation, pushing The Joker’s buttons on purpose and doesn’t hide it. “Nobody has seen her for a while.”

“No, she’s not sick,” J admits and crosses his legs on the couch he’s sitting across from Jonathan’s.

“Strange she’s not present since she never leaves your side,” Scarecrow taps the ashes from his cigarette against the ashtray on the coffee table next to him.

“Don’t try your psychology crap on me, Crane!” The Joker gets aggravated at Jonathan’s persistence.

“I have five master degrees in psychology and I like to use them on daily basis due to habit. People do a lot of things out of habit,” he nonchalantly concludes and The King of Gotham sneers:

“Cut your crap! If you have something to say, say it!!”

“I know where Y/N is,” the prompt answer makes the green haired man narrow his eyes; he didn’t expect this reply.

“Are you playing games Crane?” J’s lack of patience immediately emerges.

“No,” Scarecrow starts smoking again and warns because he noticed the insane look in The Joker’s eyes. “If you kill me, you won’t have access to any of my merchandise; I’m the only one that knows the formulas. Plus I’m the only one that knows where she’s hiding.”

“How so?” J mutters through his clenched teeth.

“Y/N came to see me about 5 weeks ago: the pain in her jaw was becoming unbearable and it turned out the metal bolts in her gums were starting to shift the bones. I performed a surgery and took out two of them in order to alleviate the pressure. I told her the scar on her cheek will be even more pronounced after it heals, but I do have a serum she could use that would make better. You know what she said?”

The Joker is contemplating murder while Scarecrow goes on:

“That she likes that scar because it reminds her of the only man that loved her. You don’t have to be a genius to know she’s referring to Kai. Believe me, it’s upsetting I didn’t make the list either; I’m sure you remember we dated for 3 years after she started working for you.”

“So what’s your point?” J’s crabbiness reaches new levels due to the unexpected memento.

“I’m sure I don’t have to tell you it’s not her style to jump from man to man and she is very careful in choosing her partners. I don’t presume to know Y/N’s heart, but if she had feelings for her boss for a long time she decided not to act on them,” Jonathan hints at the problem without sugar coating his insinuations. “And then something happened that triggered a change, despite the better judgment of staying away. Maybe when you got shot last year?... Perhaps she got scared you almost died and just went with it?”

“Are you lecturing me Crane??!!” The Joker raises his voice and Jonathan takes it down a notch.

“I wouldn’t dare,” Scarecrow carefully stirs the dialogue since he’s walking on egg shells now.

“WHERE. IS. MY. WIFE ?” J pauses after each word, fed up with the speech.

“I’m betraying her trust by telling you, but I’m doing it out of concern for Y/N; she is not very well after the miscarriage. I mean, physically she’s fine; mentally…” and he lifts his shoulders up,”… not sure. She won’t talk to me about anything.”

The Joker didn’t hear the rest of the sentences after the word “miscarriage.”

“What miscarriage?!” he mutters, dumbfounded; he had no idea you were pregnant.  

“I’m sure you know what that implies,” Jonathan takes a deep breath and divulges your location: “If you want to see her, she’s at my Creek Hill property. I don’t use that place and I let her stay there until she figures out what she will do next.”

J gets up from the couch, snapping at Scarecrow’s confession:

“I would thank you but due to the fact you didn’t tell me sooner you’ll have to consider walking out of here alive the best gratitude I can offer!!”

The Joker snatches his car keys from the table, heading towards the elevator.

“Now get the fuck out of my house, Crane!!!” he threatens the guest still sitting on the sofa. “I’m sure you can find the way out!” **************     J drove his purple Lamborghini to Creek Hill in the middle on the night and he encountered another major issue: Scarecrow forgot to mention the huge property is gated. He circled the whole estate four times, trying to find a gap in the fence. There was none.

The Joker wanted to jump over the fence, but it was electrified so he had no other choice besides the extreme action of driving his Lamborghini through it. He cussed all the way up to the top of the high ground, the customized vehicle not made for the steep, rocky terrain. He could hear the bottom of the car scraping against the sharp stones and lost his temper: J stopped and got out, dropping F--bombs as he assessed the severe damage to his beloved car. It would definitely need serious repairs to fix the dents and scrapes that made it look like it escaped a tornado.

He continued his journey on foot towards the lighted house he could see in the distance, using the cell phone’s flashlight app to make sure he won’t fall in a ditch. Took The Joker a good 40 minutes to reach his goal, but he finally made it to his destination.

************

You are standing on the porch, listening to the sound of crickets and frogs that gets pretty loud out here: no city noises to diminish its intensity. You take another sip of Coke and toss the container in the trash can by the swing, getting ready to call it quits for the night.

“I’m sure you’re aware I require two weeks notice if my tenants decide to leave the building I own,” the familiar voice freaks you out. You turn around to look at The Joker, alarmed to see he’s a few steps away. Making a run for it seems like a great idea, except for the fact that your husband is blocking the door that is the only escape plan you have for the moment. All you want to do is dart inside the house and barricade yourself until he leaves.

“How’s your jaw?” he asks, referring to your bandaged cheek still healing after the surgery Jonathan was talking about.

“Why are you here?” you step away from him, mad from realizing Scarecrow couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“I have nobody to make my tea,” J blurs out because it’s the first reason that popped in his mind.

“I’m sure one of your girls will be happy to oblige,” you remind him he has plenty of choices.

“I want you to make it,” he cracks his neck and you gulp, anxious from the unexpected encounter. You’re so frustrated your hideout was discovered you can’t think clearly. The Joker passes his fingers through his hair, casually admitting to the facts: “If you think you’re in pain, consider this: I didn’t get laid since you abandoned me in Las Vegas. It’s a miracle I can still walk.”

Instead of a smile following the candid confession, all The Joker sees in your eyes is hate. Pure hate. It didn’t lower your defense like he was expecting.

“Why did you go with that girl?” you lift your chin up, frustrated he has the audacity to joke about such a serious matter. “If I wouldn’t have shown up, you would have fucked her.”

“Yes,” J categorically agrees because it’s better to go with the truth giving his present circumstances.

“And then come back to our room and sleep with me.”

“Yes,” he takes a deep breath and holds it in.

“That’s disgusting!!!!! And humiliating!!!!” you scream so loud it shakes him out of apathy. You’re not really supposed to open your mouth until your wound heals, that’s why the bandage is starting to get stained with blood: your stitches are pulling at the flesh they keep sewed together.

“I didn’t care about what you did before we were together, but once you were mine I expected some loyalty!” you shout, unable to stop the tirade and the dressing covering your scar is getting redder. “Why did you ask me to marry you, hm? It’s such a cruel thing to do if it means nothing!”

“I asked because it seemed that’s what you wanted,” J finally exhales, not accustomed to have someone lashing out at him.

“You think you did me a favor?” your voice breaks under the burden of deception.

Why did he bother to come if he has nothing to say?

Your husband doesn’t have any other aces up his sleeve, but he wants you to know at least one thing:

“I’m sorry you lost the baby.”

J sees the emotions you’re trying to hide, the painful reality settling in even more since the man you conceived with is right there and actually lost his baby too. Not that it means the same to him as it does to the heartbroken Y/N.

“I’m gonna kill Jonathan!” you sniffle and start crying, blaming him for telling all your secrets to The Joker.

“Please do,” he fastly approves of your idea. “I can’t stand that arrogant asshole!”

The King of Gotham takes advantage of the opportunity and approaches, slowly wrapping his arms around you.

You don’t hug him back and he uses one hand to dig in his pocket and take out your wedding ring, figuring there’s no point in holding back now:

“If the scar reminds you of the only man that loved you, keep the ring to remind you of the one that asked you to marry him and fucked up.”

Jonathan told him about that too??!!

You start bawling your eyes out, more than upset Scarecrow was a complete snitch while J firmly squeezes you to his chest, convinced about one thing: he never wanted a woman more.

The Joker doesn’t need his work wife or his old girl back.

Just his wife.

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