#AO3 army

[creelson]

[Famous Boyband] x Y/N Wattpad Styled fic, where Y/N describes in 1st person POV how fragile she is and how hard her life is before the boyband of her dream comes and rescues her, NEVER disappoints, not even in the year of our lord 2024

[violetasteracademic]

YAAAAAAAY 👏👏👏👏 I'm so excited!!

Ps I won't have a new chapter out this week, so go check out The Procurist!

✨The Procurist is on AO3✨

Shout out to @violetasteracademic for encouraging me to join and as a result of re-reading my work I’m back in the writing mood so here’s a lil sneaky peek of part 7 😘

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"She is my mate," Lucien snarled. "You're not going in there. You and those wraiths have done enough.”

“Is that what this is about, Lucien?” He shook his head. “What scares you more? That we’ve turned your mate into a spy or that she likes it?”

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👁️ 👅 👁️

[noahl-art]

Ghostober - Day 15 : Gloves

Phantom needs to learn how to do physical exams... Swiss gladly volunteers!

FULL VERSION HERE!

CW: mild med kink

Don't hate me too much @st-danger xoxo

[iolitemoth]

Spoilers for the Newest Violet Incidents

this is absolutely one of the best chapters of the series so far and i had to make this once i stopped laughing long enough

The Violet Incidents is by @bokettochild

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

character zhang liao 张辽 (aka zhang wenyuan张文远，wenyuan is his courtesy name) from code: kite/ashes of the kingdom代号鸢 （coser cr 津岛梦海 female coser, doll cr 哑铃哑铃哑铃）

[caseylovefics]

One Year Of Jikook Recs: 2023 - 2024

Over the last year, I've read a lot of Jikook fics, some old and some new. Many of them are explicit, FYI but this is a list of everything I bookmarked that I thought, at the time, would be worth sharing eventually. I believe there is something here for everyone here. Huge shoutout to all of these incredible authors - if you like something on the list or have any recommendations, give them some love and let me know!

Friends To Lovers:

Burn for You (50616 words) by Charmander Bachelor Jungkook and whipped Jimin have a turn in the relationship after a third party helps them...connect.

Friendly Favours (76125 words) by dontknowwhatimdoing Jungkook asks Jimin to fake date him and that sucker is dooomed. In the best way. So many adorable scenes and scenarios.

i remember thinking i had you (44676 words) by mrsmorality Unrequited love Jimin is hard and Jungkook kinda annoyeding but still cute.

Nevermind (81173 words) by rkiveink Jimin and Jungkook were best friends but haven't spoken in years. Jungkook, now recovered, helps Jimin while he mourns a close friends from his band who passes away. It's a very raw and honest fic. I found it refreshing to read something like this after a series of super fluffy fics, though in the end this is also soft in it's own way.

Run Into Sin (85356 words) by eumorious Kinda friends/roommates who are going broke and struggling to meet rent enter a porno competition to make money. You can imagine where this goes next and yes, it's raunchy and still domestic at times. Would recommend.

No Homo (75666 words) by snatchim This is just crack up. So funny and still funny even when the no homo joke is done to death. Jungkook convinces his homophobic best friend to do some 'no homo' acts after a spontaneous threesome. Who knew all you needed was a threesome to get a boyfriend these days?

what am I, darling? (18960 words) by paliampelo Heartbreakingly well written unrequited love from Jimin. Jungkook flits around from person to person until he finds his hyung's lips surprisingly irresistible. I really love some of the dialogue in this and the first kiss scene is just *chefs kiss*. You wouldn't believe how many times I read that shit.

Hybrid Fics:

Devil Dog (151164 words) by Charmander Uggggh why is everything they write so amazing? I think I read this like 2-3 times in the last year. Hybrid Jungkook and human Jimin who has a sick up his ass but has a wonderful character arc. Fantastic read. Recommend this to everyone!

I See Summer in Your Smile (28115 words) by frenchfries4life Oooof. Jaguar hybrid Jungkook is sliiick ya'll and I love how relatively transparent his character is in this fic, and it still works. Definitely recommend this for anyone who needs to be eased into the hybrid world, though this one kinda blends with some ABO themes.

Fantasy/Magical/Demon Fics:

NIGHTSHADE BLAZE (131143 words) by carameLIZed_suga I truly believe this is a MUST READ for every Jikook fan. With the amount of recognition it has, I would be suprised if you haven't read it honestly. It's just so so so good. Probably the third or fourth dragon fic I've read, but definitely my favourite so far and probably the fic I've re-read the most.

Soul To Sell (43003 words) by carameLIZed_suga Demon's Jimin and Jungkook have been fighting and thirsting over eachother for years and it is a wonderful spectacle to consume. Super hot...and devilishly well paced for those of you who are impatient readers. At this point just read all of caramelized suga if you like a couple of their stories.

you love me, you love me not (164358 words) by melodrunkcherry In a series of unfortunate events, witch Jimin makes a love potion for Namjoon and Jungkook drinks it. They're at a witch school, coven thing. I can't fully remember this but it was enchanting and a very fun read.

you shine in this pitch darkness (161271 words) by tinymiminie Demon Jungkook rarely visits earth, but when he sees Jimin's colourful soul and fluffy hair, he's whipped. This is a different take on demon Jungkook that was enjoyable to read. Jimin is just a ball of squish and Jungkook an evil puppy.

ABO:

Bloom In Rebellion (189138 words) by infinitetwinkles This fic had refreshing world building and themes that was nice to see in the ABO world. Read this really quickly and wish I discovered this author sooner!

everything you do (i want to do it with you) (10113 words) by serendiplini Sickeningly sweet friends to lovers. Tae is so done with their shit and I love it.

A Tale of a Lonely Pup (51325 words) by Vitamin_PJM Angsty true mates fic set in university that is super cute!

The Rogue (226263 words) by Allnighter_Friend Oooooo if you haven't read this. Read it. Just trust me. I devoured this fic and it just gives you all the feels. Jimin is standing in as the leader of his pack while his father is sick. There are rogues in the forest and when out on a hunt with the crew, they catch said rogue, Jungkook. Many good twists and turns and some good enemies that actually do bad. Unlike those soft enemies who are kinda just...there.

Broken (before I met you) (36611 words) by peachywritten Soft. So soft and cute at the heart. Good pacing.

(k)not stuck (11550 words) by carameLIZed_suga Raunchy neighbour/nemesis read that was also pretty funny.

A Tale of Amber and Honey (74960 words) by carameLIZed_suga Old friends to lovers with some well deserved angst in ABO world. Really enjoyed this!

chasing dusk, catching dawn (17221 words) by carameLIZed_suga First ever fic I've read featuring and enigma wolf. Really primal hunt-and-be-hunted dick-swinging competition and a bit violent in the good way if you can handle it.

Harder Than a Diamond (21652 words) by carameLIZed_suga Another raunchy fic. Probably less violent than the one above but crime boss Jungkook is always a win.

Clueless with a Pinch of Chilli (35000 words) by Vitamin_PJM Their friends set Jimin up on blind dates after he gives up on Jungkook. Jikook are two idiots who deserve each other and are cute and clueless in the process.

In A Rut (21935 words) by Gylliweed Jungkook struggles with violent ruts and Jimin helps coach him through it. Really like how this was approached.

The Gathering (43406 words) by Gylliweed Every year trials are completed and the winner can ask for whatever they want. Jungkook and Jimin are both gunning for the win when they start catching feeeeelings. Damn I loved this one. Ate it up like a sweet apple pie.

Fragile (68881 words) by Neoneun_na I don't remember this super well but I do remember it being soft. Good feels.

The Courage To Live (128832 words) by infinitetwinkles Timid Jimin and caring Jungkook. Classic dynamic and story.

There for You (29788 words) by Ocean_View_Song Softmore Jimin is pining for senior Jungkook who gets possessive when a threat arises. Very cute and we love a good jeonlous story.

To Hurt and To Heal (40587 words) by rinnieluv Solo mama Jimin comes across Jungkook when on the run and so the story unfolds. Touching connections and cute pups.

Nepenthe (81318 words) by cakeandruin Jimin is an omega who goes against the packs norms but meets an alpha werewolf who can transform, unlike him. Everyone is scared of Jungkook and they live on the outskirts of the pack together in the woods. It's a domestic and sweet story, would probably even call it a classic ABO.

your fingerprints on my heart (5850 words) by nimy Jimin thinks alpha Jungkook can't stand him, but the cutie is misunderstanding the dummy's intentions. Nice, quick read.

Other Fics:

Sunflower (152054 words) by merryasoul Enemies to lovers fic that I waited to read. Me. Waiting. Patiently to read this because it was so good. I remember stumbling on this and staying up all night to read the first chapters that were out because the great characters and details captured me and the build up over years with Jikook really hooks you. I seriously recommend you read this if you haven't already and give the author some loove.

soft animal (46729 words) by paliampelo Jungkook has amnesia after a car accident. We all know the first original Jikook amnesia fic and I think this is a nice one too in its own way.

the joy of sex (31410 words) by decompositionbooks Roomates fic - Jungkook makes love in his room and seems like a sex god and Jimin is curious. Solid.

Top Chooks (17177 words) by carameLIZed_suga Rivals to lovers fic where Jimin and Jungkook play gay chicken at a party. Hilarious and hot.

And thats a wrap!

If you made it to the end, thank you for reading. I tend to pile up fics in my bookmarks and wanted to clear them out somehow - I've decided, this will be my approach going forward so stay tuned for the next one.

[ronidrakaina]

One moment, Bilbo was lying in the snow beside his favorite dwarf. The next, he is standing on the ramparts of what looks eerily like Erebor. He can only conclude that he has died—that this must be the afterlife. Is he the first Hobbit to be allowed into the Halls of Mandos? But when he finds Thorin, his certainty begins to crack.

[armyyoftwoo]

andre x cal noncon fic

ive nvr posted a fic on here before pls be kind!! idk how to do the layout im too used to ao3.anywho,,pls enjoy

“stop squirming," andre hissed through gritted teeth, his hands digging into cal's shoulders as he tried to hold him still.

andre hadnt really wanted to do this, but it felt right. it felt like the natural progression of things. as if their bond had led them to this moment, to this intimacy that only they could share. and really, what did cal expect, sneaking over to andres house in the middle of the night?

"andre. off. get off," cal said, his voice low and even. but his body was rigid, his muscles tight as he lay on the cold floor of andre's room, his friend's weight pressing down on him.

cals resistence disgusted him. how could calvin not see the love that andre saw? andre's thoughts raced as he pushed calvin down, his knees digging into the hardwood floor. cal's eyes were wide as saucers, the blond lashes fluttering. but andre knew the truth. deep down, cal knew what he was doing, the way he leaned into him, the way he had looked at him tonight. he was fucking with andre. and andre was determined to make him quit it.

his trembling hands found the button of cal's cargo pants, fumbling with the cold metal. the sound was deafening in the quiet room, a stark contrast to the rhythmic throb of their hearts. it was like he could hear cal's pulse in his ears, a wild, erratic drumming that matched his own.

the zipper was next, and andre took his time, feeling the coarse fabric of the pants as he pulled them down, inch by inch. the sound of the teeth separating seemed to echo in the stillness. cal's breaths were shallow, his eyes flickering between anger and something else, something andre didn't dare to name.

cal's skin was cold and clammy beneath andre's hands as he pushed the jeans down over his hips, the fabric sticking to cal's skin. andre could feel the tension in cal's body, the way his legs were trying to kick out, to push andre away. but andre was stronger, fueled by the intensity of his emotions, the need to claim what he felt was rightfully his.

"andre. you're scaring me." cal's voice was monotone, devoid of its usual rasp or inflection. he was still as a statue beneath andre's weight, his eyes unblinking and eerily calm.

andres heart raced as he worked to free cal from the confines of his underwear. still soft, andre was dissapointed to see. it was a strange feeling, seeing cal's nakedness so openly, feeling his skin against his own. "im sorry, cal. don't be scared," he murmured, trying to gentle his voice. but the words felt forced, a lie that even he didn't quite believe. "cmon. open your mouth," he cooed, his thumb tracing cal's bottom lip. "just let me in."

cal just glared at andre, his body trembling. andre leaned down, his eyes searching cal's, looking for any sign of acceptance, of love, of understanding. he didn't find much of anything. instead, he shoved his fingers inside cals mouth, feeling the wetness of his saliva, the heat of his breath. he pulled them out before cal could bite down, and coated in spit, brought them down between cals legs.

his heart hammered in his chest as he spread cal's legs further apart, feeling the heat radiating from his body. andre knew that cal was a virgin, that he had never been with a guy before, and that made it all the more precious, all the more right. it was perfect for them. for andre to be cals first, and cal, andres. he spat on his fingers again before pushing one inside cal's ass, watching as the muscles tightened around him.

cal's eyes squeezed shut, his body tense as andre moved his digit in and out, trying to get him used to the feeling. "just relax, cal," andre whispered, his voice thick with desire. "you're good. it won't hurt if you relax. you know you wanna."

but cal didn't relax. instead, his body coiled like a spring, and with a sudden burst of strength, he kicked andre in the stomach with a loud grunt. andre recoiled, his eyes wide with shock and pain. the wind knocked out of him, he sat back, his hand coming off cal's body.

cal sat up, and andre hesitated, but the blonde made no move to get up, his eyes flicking from andre's face to the door, and back again.

andre shot forward, his hand coming up to slam cal's head into the floor with a sickening crack. the impact reverberated through the room, sending a jolt of adrenaline through his body. calvin's eyes squeezed shut, and he let out a pained yelp as his head bounced off the hard surface.

without hesitating, andre pushed himself back onto calvin, his hand snaking up to cover his mouth, muffling any sounds he might make. "shut up. my parents are upstairs sleeping. if you wake them, ill kill you."

with his other hand, he tried again to push his fingers inside, his movements more insistent now, fueled by anger and desperation. he knew calvin felt the same way, deep down. he was just lying to himself, playing innocent. calvin's eyes grew wider as he felt the intrusion, his body taut as a bowstring. but andre wasn't about to stop, after all, he was already this far in.

his hand moved in a steady rhythm, pushing and retreating, stretching cal's tight opening, his own breathing heavy and ragged. the room was filled with the sound of their harsh breaths and the quiet sound of skin on skin. cal's body was cold and shaking beneath him, his eyes staring straight ahead, unblinking.

"you're okay," andre murmured, his voice strained. "it's just me. i'm not going to hurt you. i just want to be close."

when andre deemed cal to be prepared enough, he withdrew his hand with a wet pop and reached down to free his own erection. it bobbed in the air between them, the head shiny with precum. his heart was racing, his blood pulsing through his veins, and he could feel the heat of his arousal like it was a living entity, demanding to be sated.

he pulled his hand away from cals mouth, wiping the spit on the carpet. his cock was throbbing, begging to be buried inside his best friend. "i know you want this," andre said, his voice hoarse and desperate. "i know it."

cal stared. "andre. you're not going to do this. you're going to get up and get dressed, and we're going to pretend this never happened, okay?"

that wasnt what andre wanted to hear. not even close. he grabbed a fistful of cal's shaggy white-blond hair and slammed his head down again, hard enough to make cal's teeth clack together. "stop. fighting. me."

cal's eyes rolled back in his head briefly, stars probably dancing in his vision from the impact. he gulped, swallowed a mouthful of blood that andre assumed came from biting his own tongue. he didn't know why cal was fighting it. and he didn't know why cals resistence just served to turn him on more.

his cock was rock hard, straining against his stomach, and he lined it up with cal's entrance, feeling the heat of his body, the tremble of his muscles. cal stared. his eyes looked empty, and andre would be lying if he said he didn't find it a bit offputting. but that was calvin for you, always so closed off, always so difficult to read.

andre groaned when he pushed inside of cal, feeling the tightness clench around his shaft. cal let out a muffled whine, his body jerking with the intrusion. andre's eyes rolled back in his head, the feeling was overwhelming.

the pain was written all over cal's face, his eyes watering and nose scrunched up like he was about to cry. but andre didn't stop. he couldn't. this was what they were meant to be. this was what they were meant to do. and cal knew it. he had always known it. it had all led up to this, every stolen glance, every lingering touch, every fucking thing that had ever happened between them.

as andre thrust into cal, he felt a strange mix of pleasure and anger. pleasure at the feel of cal's body around him, anger at the way cal was fighting him. but it was a good anger. it was an anger that fueled him, that made him feel alive. he hoped calvin could feel it too.

cal grunted with each thrust, his face a mask of pain, but his eyes were eerily calm. it was like he was somewhere else, somewhere far away from this room, this moment. andre watched him closely, searching for any sign that he was enjoying it, any indication that this was what he truly wanted. but all he saw was a blank stare, unsettling in its emptiness. but that was calvin. that was always fucking calvin.

so andre slammed cal's head back down again, his grip on his hair tightening until cal let out a little yelp. "act like a fucking human for once," andre hissed, his voice strained with the effort of keeping his own emotions in check. "fuck, i know you want this. you're just playing hard to get."

cal's eyes snapped back to focus on andre's face, and for a moment, there was a flash of something in them that andre couldn't quite pinpoint. anger? sadness? betrayal? but it was gone as quickly as it had come, and cal's body went limp beneath him. it was like he had given up, accepted his fate. and that just made andre want him more.

he wondered if this was what normal boys his age felt like with girls. probably not. normal boys didn’t force themselves on anyone. but andre wasn’t normal. cal knew that. and deep down, cal knew he wasn’t normal either. so maybe this was normal for them. the thought was comforting.

his hips stuttered, and he felt the warmth spurt inside cal. it was over so fast that it was almost embarrassing. he half expected cal to make some sort of snide remark, but instead, cal just lay there, unmoving, his eyes wide open.

andre pulled out and slumped beside cal, his breathing ragged and his chest heaving. the silence was deafening, the only sound the distant hum of a cricket outside. cal's body was still trembling slightly, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. andre didn't know what to say, but the silence was suffocating him.

"see, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he tried to joke, but his voice cracked. the words hung in the air, unanswered. cal's eyes remained on the ceiling, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. andre reached out and touched his arm, feeling the goosebumps that had formed on his cold, clammy skin. "cal?"

calvin turned to look at him, his eyes clear of any emotion, his voice cold and hard. "you disgust me, andre." the words were like a slap across the face, and andre felt his cheeks burn. "you're filthy. fuckin' faggot."

the statement was like a knife to andre's gut, twisting and turning, ripping him apart from the inside out. but instead of anger, he felt a strange mix of pain and relief. finally, cal was saying what andre had always feared he thought. it was out in the open now. no more pretending.

andre sat up, his cock already softening, and put himself back in his pants. "i'll drive you home," he said, his voice sounding strange to his own ears. like it didn't belong to him.

cal's eyes didn't leave the ceiling. "no," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "i'll stay here."

andre's heart skipped a beat. he hadn't expected that. "are you sure?"

cal nodded, his eyes still glued to the ceiling. "yes."

andre felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. on one hand, cal was staying, which meant maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t completely ruined things. on the other, the coldness in cal's voice was like a slap in the face. but he didn’t dare push it. instead, he got up and grabbed a blanket from his bed, tossing it over cal's shaking form. "are you okay?" he asked tentatively.

cal's eyes remained on the ceiling, not moving an inch. "no," he said, his voice flat. "but i'll live."

with that, calvin sat up and grabbed his pants, pulling them up with shaking hands. andre watched him, feeling a strange sense of detachment, like he was watching a scene unfold in a movie rather than living it himself. the fabric slid over cal's hips, the material cold against his skin, sticking slightly to his wet thighs. the act was jerky and mechanical, like a robot trying to mimic human movements.

cal didn't bother with his underwear, leaving it in a crumpled mess on the floor. andre noticed the blood soaking through the fabric of his pants and the way it was matting his shaggy hair, sticking it to the back of his head. the sight should have made him feel something—guilt, remorse, disgust—but all he felt was a dull ache, a gaping hole where those feelings should have been.

he watched as cal stumbled to his feet, his legs wobbly like a newborn deer's. "are you okay?" andre asked again, his voice sounding more like a stranger's than his own.

cal just looked at him, his blue eyes glazed over with something unreadable. "yeah," he said finally, his voice hollow. "i just need...i need to lie down. can we watch a movie?"

andre felt his heart drop into his stomach, but he nodded, eager to do anything to make things right. "yeah, of course. whatever you want." he jumped to his feet and grabbed the remote. "what movie?"

cal's eyes never left the floor. "scream."

usually, andre would complain about cal's choice of movies, but tonight, he didn't have the energy. instead, he just nodded and turned on the TV, scrolling through the list of available titles. when he found 'scream', he selected it and tossed the remote onto the bed.

cal walked over to the bed and sat down, his movements stiff and deliberate. andre sat beside him, leaving a respectful gap between them. the room felt like it was closing in around them, the air thick with the scent of sex and regret.

the movie started, the sound of the opening credits filling the room. calvin didn't move, his eyes staring straight ahead as the movie unfolded on the screen. andre wanted to vomit. everything was fucked up now. he had wanted this, had dreamt of it, had fantasized about it for so long, and now it was a mess. cal was acting like andre was a stranger.

fuck.

[fettuccine-al-frodo]

Good morning please take all Fili and Kili's pain and give it to Thorin Oakenshield ✨

[acidicaims]

I read this life changing fanfic on ao3 and it possessed me to draw my headcannons

[ 2-20-25]

[gremlinshatephilosophers]

Dan and Phil, flirty chaos vampires. Enjoy!

Bite Me

Rating: T • Words: 2,409

Summary: “Do you know how it tastes kind of good when you bite your tongue and you can taste the blood in your mouth?” Phil really wants to bite something. Dan mostly wants to be left out of Phil's weird new kink and stop hearing about vampires. But when they go to look in the mirror and nothing's there, Phil might just be right about the vampire thing after all (just don't call the army).

[larkoneironaut]

Here’s the cover art for my Thranduil romance fic I‘m currently working on 🫶🏽 I already have a title in mind but I will reveal it as usual a day before posting the first chapter together with the POV banners 🤍

[noahl-art]

Ghostober - Day 25 : Religious blasphemy

Dew is a very pious member of the clergy, but Swiss has other plans for him.

FULL VERSION HERE!

[sweedish-blue-shark]

this fandom doesn’t have close to enough actual alternate universe fanfiction and i’m just in the right slightly bad place in my life to start fixing that problem myself

no offense to canon divergent the fanfiction in this fandom is some of the best i’ve ever read truly no disrespect but i want coffee shop au. i want tattoo artist au. i want them to be in silly predicaments. i want teacher au. i want college au. i want things that have never been mentioned in canon. put those mfs in situations!!!!!!!

i’m gonna play w them like dolls.

[nihildenial]

Per Aspera Ad Influenza by nihil-denial

Papa Emeritus IV/Dewdrop/Swiss

Warnings: None, For all Ages

Tags: Sickfic, hurt/comfort, sharing a bed, dorks in love

WC: 4,052

It’s not often that human illnesses affect the demonic entities that play in the band Ghost. They are powerful, elemental beings stuffed into carbon-based forms of meat and bones and blood, but even the connections to the Underworld doesn’t save them from the viruses of humanity.

Papa Emeritus IV, a.k.a. Copia to those closest, was only half-infernal and was much more likely to fall ill while Ghost toured the world.

Mountain Ghoul was always ready with herbal teas and salves for whatever caused the singer to feel sick. It bonded Copia and the Earth Ghoul closer together since Mountain was already the heartbeat of the band.

This time, Copia wasn’t the one who needed a caring hand.

“Dewdrop! Stop hogging the bathroom!” Swiss pounds on the tour bus door after the fourth time the Fire Ghoul had slipped out of the living area to lock himself inside the small room. “I gotta piss and if you don’t finish, I’m gonna pee in the kitchen sink!”

Finally, there was a flush and the noise of the sink running. The overhead vent turns off just as the long-haired Ghoul opens the door and slips under Swiss’ arm. “Sorry,” He grumbles.

Swiss watches him unsteadily climb directly into his assigned top bunk and quickly shut the curtain. An uneasy feeling climbs up Swiss’ spine. Unlike the other Ghouls, Dewdrop almost never discloses when he’s feeling under the weather.

He thinks that Dew is scared they’re going to see him as weak.

Swiss momentarily disregards his need to pee. He steps over to the wall of bunks and carefully pulls back one of the panels where Dew puts his head. The Fire Ghoul’s typical Fireball-esque scent is a bit sour, but what’s causing it is immediately apparent.

None of the Ghouls are due for their heats until the next month during the Samhain, and as far as Swiss can tell, none of their pack have noticed Heat symptoms despite them being stuffed together on a bus.

“Fuck off,” Dew immediately turns onto his other side to escape his view. A little cough escapes his tightly-shut lips.

“Hey, I just wanted to see if you were feeling alright,” The Multi-Ghoul moves a strand of pale, blond hair off Dew’s pillow. “Sorry I rushed you.”

Dew’s body curls up tighter under his blanket. “I’m just tired. I’m trying to sleep before the ritual.”

“You sure? It’s okay if you’re sick.”

Dewdrop just nods, pressing more into his pillow.

Swiss knows a dismissal when he sees one. He’s not going to get any more out of the Fire Ghoul without a fight erupting between them. He sighs and closes the black out curtain.

Copia appears in the hallway just then, opening the door to the small bedroom at the back of the bus. “Good morning Swiss,” He says softly. He’s always aware of the possibility of his Ghouls resting in the bunks.

“Good morning, Papa,” Swiss glances at the closed curtain before meeting Copia’s mismatched eyes.

Copia follows and quirks an eyebrow. “Everything alright? Did Dew kick you out of bed again?”

Swiss opens his mouth but closes it when he realizes how Dewdrop could hear them. That would definitely cause an argument. He shakes his head and allows Copia to slide past him in the hallway. “Everything’s fine…I think.”

-

The last handful of hours before the group’s destination was spent packing their things to transition quickly to the hotel after the night’s ritual. Nobody wanted to pack their bunk after a three-hour performance.

Dewdrop is quiet, staying to himself except for when Papa calls them all to the living room to prep them about the venue. He clears his throat in the way an old lady would, though black tendrils of soot and smoke come from under his fist.

Thankfully, tonight was a stadium most of them had played on while Copia was a Cardinal, so they only had to catch Phantom and Aurora up to speed on the backstage layout.

The tour bus pulls up behind the large venue and the group is ushered off and into the building as cameras and people try to get shots of them.

Copia lets out a steadying breath as they’re guided to the three dressing rooms. ‘Still not used to all the cameras, heh,” He says to Dew quietly walking beside him.

Dewdrop shrugs and flips a chunk of hair over his shoulder. He escapes into the green room before Copia begins his usual spiel of how long they have until curtain.

The singer looks to the Multi-Ghoul for an explanation, but Swiss can only answer with a shrug. “Please make sure everything is alright with him,” Copia says quietly to Swiss as the group disperses.

Swiss takes the words into his heart and ignores the setup area for him to apply his black face paint. He beelines for the locked bathroom door, seeing that Phantom, Rain and Mountain are still filing into the room.

He knocks.

“Just a fuckin’ minute!” Comes the annoyed call from inside.

The Multi-Ghoul sighs. He decides to take the vanity closest to the bathroom and begins the process of tying up his locs to fit under his helmet. He’s able to get dressed, apply makeup, and even put on his tall boots before Dewdrop is stumbling out.

The small Ghoul’s t-shirt and jeans are soaked in sweat. His scent has somehow soured even more than it smelled earlier, resembling a rotten cinnamon plant. He takes the last vanity open, between Swiss and Mountain. He doesn’t say anything and begins his usual routine.

Mountain notices immediately. It would be impossible not to be in this small room. “You usually don’t sweat this much Dew.” He reaches a hand out to press against the Ghoul’s gray forehead when Dew recoils like Mountain is a stranger.

“Hey! Watch where you’re fucking touching!” He snarls, fangs bared.

“I’m just worried—”

“Worry about your own damn self for once, Mountain! I’m not sick, I’m not sweating more than usual, and I’m fucking fine.” A small plume of smoke curls from his mouth as he coughs into his fist. He avoids their concerned gazes in the connected mirrors, mopping his forehead with his t-shirt and changing into his Impera uniform.

Swiss watches uneasily. He can’t watch too much, or the Fire Ghoul’s anger will be directed towards him, but if he doesn’t watch enough, he’s scared he’s going to miss a tiny detail that will explain why Dew is feeling this way.

Kevin sticks his head through the doorway and calls for them to head backstage.

Dewdrop is just finishing putting his hair in tight plaits and pulling his balaclava over his head. He’s the last to leave, his right shoe still untied.

Ashley meets them at the backstage entrance, her checks over Copia’s sparkly outfit already completed. She rakes a keen eye over the eight Ghouls, her gaze landing on Dewdrop’s disheveled appearance. She crouches before he can, tying his shoes with ease. She also tightens the strap under his chin for his helmet, pausing so she can get a look at his eyes.

His mismatched blue and red eyes are bloodshot, teary and he has a miserable expression visible even as his face is covered.

She shakes her head, pulling away. “If you need something, just head backstage where Papa goes,” She says as low as she can. Ashley is that close to them to understand all the strange rules the Ghouls have with each other, but she can tell when one of them isn’t up to snuff (especially a Ghoul that usually holds himself with the utmost confidence). Whatever it is, it’s too late to deal with now.

He nods, gives her a grateful smile, and heads out on stage behind his packmates.

-

Copia notices something is really wrong right before the encore.

The house and stage lights have gone down so Copia can slip into his red encore jacket, and he takes a quick second to meet the gazes of each Ghoul as they trade instruments for the last three songs.

Everyone is tired but has the usual glow of excitement. Except for Dewdrop.

Kevin exchanges guitars with the Fire Ghoul and Dew immediately goes back to his mark rather than passing by Copia.

Thankfully, Dew is the last Ghoul back on, so he can catch up with him. His mic is back on the stand so there’s no need to worry about if the crowd can hear them over their cheers as Rain holds a bass note over the arena.

“Dew, you don’t look so hot,” Copia has to shout. The Ghoul looks more sweaty than usual and the smoke around his helmet isn’t the usual white of Swiss’ joints. It smells acrid, like a wildfire taking over a vineyard of sour grapes.

He shakes his helmet. “I’m fine. Stop worrying.”

“Swiss looked like there was something bothering you—”

Dewdrop’s eyes are blazingly visible through the goggle lenses. “I’m fine, Papa. Let’s just finish the fucking concert and get to the hotel, okay?!”

Copia’s mouth snaps shut at the angry tone from his most beloved Ghoul. He wants to figure this out, but this is neither the time nor place for it. The crowd is actively getting louder in front of them as their eyes adjust to the lowlighting. “We’re talking about this after,” Copia squeezes Dewdrop’s shoulder before heading to center stage as the lights come back up.

Kiss the Go-Goat is first on set and Copia uses it to his advantage. When he saunters over to the Fire Ghoul to swing a hand between his legs and hug the Ghoul’s thigh, Copia focuses on his gut instinct to feel what’s going on with Dewdrop.

He smells like sweat (of course, they’re performing) and a soured, high smell far off from his typical scent. Copia doesn’t have enough time to ponder it anymore as he releases Dew’s legs and moves back to his position.

They finish the three encore songs and line up together for final bows. Swiss makes sure to press himself on Dew’s left when he puts himself on the end of the row.

They bow once.

They bow twice; and when their heads face downward, Dewdrop sneezes so hard his helmet shakes and the white covering for horn pops off.

An echo of ‘bless you’ and ‘gesundheits’ come from the fans at the barrier. Dewdrop uses his dirty guitar rag to wipe under his mask as the group makes their way backstage. It further smears the sweaty black face paint and rubs on the conditioning oil from the fretboard.

Mountain’s sharp ears detect the latest cough and suddenly there’s a large hand grasping Dew’s shoulder and stopping him from fleeing into the bathroom. “Dewdrop.”

“Let me go, motherfucker,” Dewdrop snaps nasally. It draws the attention of the rest of the Ghouls and even Copia. “I’m fine!”

“No you aren’t. You’ve been coughing, sneezing, and now even your voice sounds stuffy,” Swiss steps forward.

Dewdrop glares at him through his goggles. “Stop prying!”

Rain uses his most gentle voice, one that never fails to tame the Fire Ghoul’s brattiest episodes. Maybe it’s just their connection as Water Ghouls that makes Dewdrop fold so easily to his voice. “Droplet, we just want to make sure you’re okay. You don’t look healthy and I’m concerned you’re neglecting yourself.”

“Neglecting myself? Like a pathetic little kit? No way. Like I told this brute of an Earth Ghoul, I’m perfectly fine and strong.”

“I didn’t say anything about your strength,” Rain says.

Dewdrop’s helmet passes over all eight concerned gazes, even Ashley and Kevin standing a bit away with the rack of guitars. “Fine. I’ve been sick with some pathetic little human cold for the past couple nights and it hasn’t gone away and now I’m going to ruin the tour so thank you very much for exposing this.” His lower lip wobbles and the heartbreaking sound of a sniffle comes from under his mask.

Copia cocks his head, “Why would this ruin the tour?”

“I see those posts from artists that cancel shows because one of the players is sick. I see the disappointed comments from fans, the loss of revenue,” The Fire Ghoul snaps.

“Dew, we don’t have another ritual for three days. That’s plenty of time to use Quintessence and medicine to heal you. Not to say you should’ve worked through this illness without any help, but you’re a Ghoul. There are plenty of ways we could’ve given you rests on stage,” Copia rubs Dewdrop’s back.

Dew makes a noise close to a whimper. “Can we just get to the hotel already?”

Copia guides Dew back to the male Ghoul’s dressing room. Once seated, Dew bats away Copia’s hands. “Go pack up, Papa. I can do this on my own.”

The singer hesitates until Swiss and Mountain give him a nod. He leaves with one final squeeze to Dew’s arm.

Swiss takes a knee in front of the Fire Ghoul’s chair. “Give me your foot.”

“I don’t need to be babied just because I’m sick.”

He shrugs, “Maybe I just wanna suck your toes. Gimme.”

Dew can’t help the small laugh that comes at the tail-end of his smoke-filled cough. He lets Swiss quickly unlace and undo his boots, setting them aside. Socks, then helmet, hood, and wig cap are next. Rain steps up behind him and lets down the blonde braids, undoing them but tying a loose ponytail to keep the hair off Dew’s sweaty forehead. He wipes off the grease and makeup with a cloth while Swiss unbuckles Dew’s waistcoat.

He’s stripped and put in sweats, a shirt, and flip flops then ushered onto the tour bus without lifting a finger. Ashley and the Ghouls clear the dressing room and pack things under the bus.

With everyone packed up, the group settles on the bus for the two hour trip to the hotel. They would’ve gotten one closer, but this one is perfectly between this arena and the next stadium.

Dew accepts a to-go tumbler of tea from Mountain and retreats to the Earth Ghoul’s bunk for snuggles until they arrive.

-

Hotel rooms are usually split with three Ghouls to a room, with one of them sharing with Copia. This time the schedule was Swiss, Dew, Copia; Cirrus, Cumulus, Rain; and the last room being Mountain, Phantom, Aurora.

Copia doles out the key cards and looks to where Dew is sitting on a lobby couch with Phantom pressed into his side. “Mountain, would you come with me to the store to get some medication?”

“All of us want to come!” Aurora proclaims from her place between Cirrus and Cumulus. “We want to make sure we get the right medicine for Dew.”

The singer sighs, knowing he can’t resist the Ghouls’ puppy dog gazes, even while still helmeted. He waves them towards the elevators, “We need to change first. There’s no need to drag cameras and paparazzi around.” He eyes the waiting crowd by the hotel entrance.

They agree and pile into the mirror-encased elevator. Dew sags against Mountain’s strong grip, falling asleep standing up until he’s wracked with a smoky cough. Thankfully all of their rooms are grouped together on one of the higher levels, so there’s not many other guests that will bother them (or be bothered by a bratty, sick Fire Ghoul).

Everyone splinters off to unpack and change. Copia holds open the door for Swiss and Dewdrop, then wrangles their three suitcases inside. “I think a shower will do you good. That’s what helps me,” He nods to the spacious bathroom.

Dewdrop must be really bad off to not complain and simply walk in and start the shower.

Swiss shoots Copia a worried look.

Copia sighs, stepping into the bathroom, “Dew, what are your illness symptoms? Swiss will stay here with you while we go to the store.”

“You don’t need to risk the paparazzi for me--” He tries.

“Nuh uh, we’re getting you medicine. Symptoms, please.”

He can see the outline of Dew standing under the steamy spray through the frosted curtain. “Cough, sore throat, stuffy nose, body aches.”

Copia types them into the text field to send to Mountain. “Good, good. Do you like a certain flavor of electrolyte drinks?”

“Red.”

He pauses typing the next message. “What the fuck kind of flavor is red?”

“I don’t know the name, it’s just fucking red,” Dew snaps.

Copia sighs, “Okay, I’ll figure out whatever the hell that means. Anything else?”

It takes a moment, but just over the rustle of the shower and the sound of Swiss watching tv comes the timid request, “...Can I have some beef jerky?”

The Anti-Pope’s posture softens. He has to remember that through all the brattiness and backlashing is a scared Ghoul who believes he’ll be sent away if he’s too sick to perform. “Of course. I’ll change and then we’ll get you things to make you feel better, alright?”

Dew pokes his head around the shower curtain. “Thanks, Papa.” He looks like a pathetic, drowned rat.

Copia presses a kiss to his wet forehead. It leaves a smeared gray stain. “Oops. Good thing you’re in the shower,” He grins.

Those mismatched red and blue eyes cross as he looks up to his forehead. An affectionately pissed off frown crosses his lips. “Get out, you old perv. I’m trying to jack off.”

Copia laughs and shuts the bathroom door as he leaves. “I think the shower is helping him.”

Swiss looks over from where he’s sitting on the corner of the large king-sized bed. There’s a documentary about some type of ocean animal playing on the tv. “Snappy?”

“A bit, but less than earlier.” Copia hefts his suitcase onto the stand and pulls out one of his favorite red Adidas track suits. He changes and does his best to ignore the amber eyes hungrily watching him. He wipes off his papal paint with a makeup remover wipe. He pulls on his “Dad” sneakers and holds out his arms for Swiss to look him over.

“Congrats, you look like a douchebag father and not a compassionate Satanic pope,” Swiss snickers. The shower turns off. “Shoo, I want Dewdrop cuddles.”

Copia grabs his wallet and leaves with a smile on his face.

-

Tiffani has seen a lot of bullshit during her time as a night clerk at the CVS on Azalea Avenue. She isn’t fazed by anything anymore, and the police that would respond to her getting robbed are hanging out in the Bojangles parking lot next door. Tonight is another boring, muggy night at her part-time summer job.

She doesn’t even look up when the doors shuffle apart for a visitor. However, when she hears the large amount of chatter, she looks up just to see that it’s not a full group of gang members coming to hit this CVS like the one on the other side of town last month.

It’s a gang…but not one that’s going to rob her.

Coming through the doors are the weirdest group of people she’s ever seen. There’s a normal looking white dude in a tracksuit, then six people dressed in all black with steampunk-inspired goggle helmets. They vary in body size and height, but all of their helmets are identical.

They shuffle inside, looking around at the signs hung over each aisle.

Suddenly, they’re all looking at her as the normal guy approaches the counter. “Scusi , miss, where do you find illness medicine?”

Well, he looks normal until she sees that he has one normal green eye and one that is devoid of an iris, simply a black pupil in a sea of white. His nervous demeanor makes her a little less freaked out, but the odd name for cold medicine brings that feeling right back. Is this guy human?

“Like for the flu?” She asks dumbly.

The guy looks to the tallest of the cult members, who nods. “The Influenza, yes.”

She points to aisle ten, “It’s down at the far end.”

The guy waves his cult members in that direction. As they walk away, Tiffani can hear them chirp and chatter to each other in the same way cats do when they see birds out a window.

It takes them only a few moments before the group is heading back towards the counter, a pack of Sudafed and Mucinex medication in the tallest cult member’s hands. In two of the shorter, possibly female members’ hands are a total of eight different colors of Gatorade, then three large packs of beef jerky in the skinniest member’s hands.

Tiffani actually gets a bit excited because buying Sudafed means she’ll have to check one of their IDs. Maybe she’ll get a name and can look these guys up to see what weird cult they’re a part of.

The white guy takes the medication from the helmeted guy and sets them on the counter. The others set theirs too.

She scans them both. “Can I see a form of ID?”

His eyebrows furrowed together. “ID? Why does medicine require a driver’s license?”

“People use Sudafed to make meth, so the store requires us to make sure people aren’t buying too much,” She says and takes his offered identification.

STATE OF MASSACHUSETTS

Copia Samael Emeritus, IV

Born June 6, 1970

Height 5’11”

Eye color L BLIND, R GRN

So he’s not wearing contacts, he just has a blind eye. He’s just some dude.

He pays for the medicine with a credit card that has a design of an upside down cross with a semicircle around its intersecting lines.

“Do you want a bag?” She asks. It’s a lot of things for them to carry.

The tall cult member behind him coughs out an immediate, “NO.”

“Yes, it’s better to not use single-use plastics, no thank you, dear,” The human man says. He takes the two boxes of medication and the long receipt from her. The others come forward and grab their respective items, then shuffle off towards the exit.

Tiffani is immediately pulling out her phone texting her best friend as soon as the doors shut behind them.

Dude I think I just saw aliens!!!

-

“We’re back!” Copia calls as he opens the door to his shared hotel room. The Ghouls shuffle in and place their items at the foot of the bed, acting as if they were special offerings to an altar like they do at the Ministry.

Dew blinks awake from his spot pressed into Swiss’ collarbone. “Hey guys,” He croaks.

Mountain rounds the side of the bed, cracking open a Fruit Punch-flavored Gatorade and one blister pack of Sudafed. “Here, Firelilly. Sip carefully.”

“Shit we forgot tissues!” Aurora cries. “I was supposed to grab them! I’m so sorry, Dew.”

The Fire Ghoul gives her a weak smile after he swallows the pills. “It’s okay, Rory.”

Copia puts a comforting hand on her shoulder. “We can get them delivered to the front desk. No worries, it’s been a long day for everyone. Please rest. I’ll see all of you at breakfast in the hotel’s restaurant at 9:30am tomorrow morning.”

They all give some sort of comfort touch to the Fire Ghoul and separate to their own hotel rooms. Copia kicks off his shoes and strips down into just his VVLGARI shirt and briefs. He puts all the medicine and drinks on Swiss’ nightstand, then climbs into bed, sandwiching Dewdrop between them.

“Come here, piccolo,” He says softly. “I’m not upset that you’re sick, and you’re most definitely not going to be banished. Soon, we’ll be back at the Ministry and Aether will tell you how brave you are, just like I am right now.”

Dewdrop sniffles (whether from illness or tears, he won’t comment), and carefully nestles into Copia’s chest. Swiss brackets him from the other side.

Swiss’ connection to Quintessence will keep Copia from getting sick and his fireside will help the medication to sink into Dew’s Fire energy.

Tomorrow he should be feeling one step closer to his normal self, but for tonight, Copia enjoys the way Dew clings to him, safe and vulnerable.

“I love you, Papa,” Dew whispers.

A soft purr vibrates through his chest from the mingling contentment of his Ghouls.

“ Ti amo , Dew and Swiss.”

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I WANT YOU. part. II knj.

pair. idol namjoon x f. reader. f. is latina poc.

genre. falling in love, established relationship, romance, marriage

warnings. +18 racism and colorism, unprotected sex, oral sex m! receiving, fingering, cvm eating, dirty talk a lil bit, demanding namjoon, dom namjoon, this super delulu coded [pls tell me if i missed anything ]

synopsis; you make my life shine, and I think I also make yours shine or you didn't know how hard a relationship with a famous person would be

word count: 5.1k

A/N: ok, ill be three parts, ill finish the last one before feb 1.

previous part / next part.

6 months passed while you worked with Namjoon, he had bought his parents a beautiful retiring home in the korean countryside he wanted it to reflect his mother taste, while still keeping it elegant and cozy, you met his parents, visited the house thrice, and his apartment a countless times, Namjoon was really kind and down to earth which make working with him easy, developing feelings for him too, you were in denial, you did not want to accept that you liked namjoon, your relationship with him was strictly professional, you had become close this few months, because you were behind him all the time, Namjoon wanted that, he wanted to look and had the information directly from you, face to face, sometimes you spent until late with him in the studio, you sleep in his apartment once, Namjoon only cared about you finding and getting the pieces that he wanted and that you liked, he cared about your opinion in every piece, he did not care about the money or what was needed to do to get the piece.

Sadly, your time with him was coming to an end, you were only missing two pieces, the pieces needed for his apartment were already here, and now you have bought one of the last two for his parents’ house.

“Namjoon!” you shouted “ I got it! I bought the piece of Ai Natori ! omg omg! Naaaaam” You shouted even louder standing on top of his sofa,

“You got the Blue 27! Omg  Y/N!” He shouted to approaching you, he lifted you from the sofa hugging you,

“It would look so good on top of your parents' fireplace” you said to him getting a hold of the proximity, he realized too, letting you down, you both laughing at the awkward moment.

“You are going to sleep here, right?” He asked, looking at the time.

“I should not” you said looking down flustered for what had happened.

“You know that I don't mind, but if you want to get home is ok, I will ask someone to drive you” he said taking your hand.

“No, is ok don't bother them, I'll stay, I don't have to work tomorrow anyways” you said in a low voice.

“Perfect, let's celebrate, you got the Blue 27!” he said, dragging you down to his kitchen “What do you want me to make you?” Namjoon knew you did not drink alcohol, so he would often make you mocktails.

“Today, I want a glass of red wine” you said, smiling proudly, that piece had taken a lot from you, and you were really craving something sweet and light.

“Really?!” he said in shock, you nod “Now I know how hard it was, you're drinking alcohol tonight! Wine it is” He said searching for two wine glasses. “I hope you like this one”

“I trust your taste” 

You two ended up talking and drinking till 3 in the morning, alcohol, made you lose your filters, it was the main reason why you did not drink alcohol, there you both were cuddling up at different sides of the couch, Namjoon was looking at you with shiny eyes, and those two glasses of wine gave you the courage to give him the same eyes. He got close to you, you could feel his scent swaddling you.

“Would it be weird if I kiss you right now Y/N? because I really want to” he said in a whisper, his deep voice tempting you.

“No, it wouldn't. I want to kiss you too” you said, feeling your heartbeat, he could hear it too, his hand grabbed your waist pulling you closer, his lips almost touching yours, you could feel the friction of his lips, the temperature of the room rising.

“I like you Y/N, since the first day I saw you” and he kissed you sweet and slowly, enjoying your lips, you felt his hands pulling you closer, until you were on top of him, he broke the kiss, kissing your cheek, and pulling you even closer.

“I like you too Namjoon” you said, kissing him again.

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Somehow Namjoon and you managed to spend a year being a couple without anyone else knowing, his parents, your mom and two of the members, Jin and Yoongi, knew. It was better, he did not wanted to deal with the media, and neither you wanted too, Namjoon second full album release date was really close, two weeks a way, namjoon was really busy and had a lot of attention on him, so you hadn't seen him for almost a month, you talked everyday but of course it wasn't the same, you miss him, his voice, his touch, his kisses.

It was 11PM, you were finishing your study time of that day, finals were close, you couldn't lose sight of the important thing, your phone rang scaring you, it was him,

“Babe, did you change the code?” He ask, making you confused

“Yes, I did. How do you know?! 

“Please open the door, I’m outside” 

“What?!” you screamed confused “It is your birthday date babe” you said, hearing the code being pressed from the outside.

Namjoon opened the door, closing it behind him, breathing loudly.

“God, I feel like a thief sneaking in” he said, while you jumped to his arms, kissing him.

“Namuuu, I missed you so much, what are you doing here?!” you shouted, hugging him tight.

“I missed you too baby, I couldn't go another month without seeing you” he said, giving you a kiss.

You two, enjoyed that little encounter, you were already in love with Namjoon, you could feel it in the way your heart beated for him, Namjoon had made your heart his own space, making you feel safe and fulfilled. You could only hope he felt the same way about you, he did, you did not know that yet.

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Namjoon’s album was already out, being it a complete success, his promotions were getting to and end when it happened, you did not realize what was happening until midday, you were put in charge of a new exposition, that was filling any free time you could had, until you heard two of the new administration interns chit chat about it.

“I can believe Namjoon has a girlfriend” one of them said in a disappointed mutter.

“Right, and it looks like it is a foreigner, who would've thought he liked women like that”

The words ‘Namjoon, girlfriend, foreigner’ made you almost faint. How, what happened, did they have proof? you excused yourself, your co workers giving you strange looks due to your reaction. You ran to the closest bathroom, getting a hold of your phone, all Naver’s trending topics were about it,

“Bts, Kim NamJoon caught getting out of a Woman house on x/x/xxxx’ witness confirm that Mr. Kim spent the night in the unknown woman apartment

“BTS leader in a relationship with a foreigner’

‘Disappointed fans express his feelings”

‘HYBE ent. statement’ Hello, this is Big Hit entertainment,

We support and respect our artist's personal life, it is not related to us, please restraining or making any false allegations of our artist, we will not hesitate to take legal actions. 

Your whole body was trembling, you felt sick, your head was spinning around, they had photos of Namjoon getting out of your house, did they have your face on it? Your mind was a mess, you didn't know what to think, what to do, How were you going to get out of here? How were you going to campus later? Everything felt so heavy on you, you were trying to breathe, but how. Your phone rang, getting you out of the panic attack you were about to have, it was Yoongi.

“Y/N you ok? You already know?” he said with worry in his voice

“Yes I just saw” you said about to cry “ is Namjoon with you? Can I talk to him?”

“Yes he is, are you in the museum? I’ll send someone for you, please wait for the call” he said hanging up, you were scared, feeling everything pile up inside of you.

The ride to Yoongi’s house was eternal, you feel every bone in your body crumble up by the idea of someone following you and getting pictures with your face, you should've brought a mask with you. You felt the car stop, opening your eyes in the darkness, you were already inside.

We are here miss Y/N ” You heard the driver, taking all the strength you could gather, you jumped out of the car, just to see Yoongi's face, you started crying again, and he gave you a hug.

“Is ok Y/N, is going to be ok, c’mon in he's freaking out”  Yoongi said, walking you in.

Yoongi's house was big and spacious you loved all the natural light coming in, going up from the little stairs that separate the garage  from the main living room, they were all there, you had not met all the members only Jin and Yoongi that were the ones aware of your existence and your relationship, you were not prepared for the looks, Taehyung, Hoseok and Jimin were not very please to see you Jungkook looked more calm and approachable,  but still he did not look happy. There he was, he stood up as soon as he felt your presence, he was wearing joggers with a hoodie and blue navy cap, he hugged you as soon as you were close, Yoongi giving space to the both of you.

“Babe, are you alright? we are still figuring things out, I will do my best so this doesn't get worse” You could felt the worry and anger in his voice, you started to cry again, you felt bad, even guilty at a point, you did not know how much it was going to affect him, his album release, collaborations or his whole career you did not want to be the reason Namjoon lost something that made him happy, because Namjoon loved music maybe more than he loved you or even himself.

“Yes, of course it is going to be alright hyung, we just have to undo clear photos of you getting out at 7AM of a girl’s house” You were not prepared for the harsh comment coming from the unknowing voice.

“Don’t Hoseok, do not pay your anger with Y/N '' You heard Jin said, now knowing who the voice was from, confirming that they are in fact not happy with your presence.

“Ignore their bullshit” Namjoon whispered to you, hugging you harder “Let's talk, come” he said getting you out of the room

“This is really becoming a circus,” said another unknown voice.

Namjoon brought you to a room at the other side of the house, it was an office simple, but pretty. You had never been there before, but you weren't in place to appreciate any of it. He made his way into a gray sofa making you follow him, Namjoon removed his cap, putting both of his hands in your face, wiping your tears off.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I should've been more careful” he said his voice breaking at the end 

“No, you got nothing to be sorry for, I should be the one apologizing, I should have been more patient” you said, taking his hands.

“No, don't do that dont blame yourself, for what is worth we are already in this mess, I'll do my best to solve things “ he said, bringing you close.

“I don't know what I can do, but I'll do it, I don't want our relationship messing up your career”

“My career is important to me Y/N, but you’re too” he said solemnly.

You hear the door open with aggressiveness, it was SeokJin.

“You guys got to see this” He said rushing the both of you to the living room, there were more people, a woman and a men, you did not know any of them, holding Namjoon's hand your eyes fell on the TV, and now it did felt like the word was ending, there it was your face all over the news, photos of you a namjoon months ago, when your relationship was only professional, photos of you and him getting out of a gallery, getting out of his car, in China, in Ilsan, in HYBE, photos of the day you went to met him, and he had to pick you up from the lobby, you feel like you were going to faint, the unknown men change the tv connecting it to his computer, your faces were all over social media, your accounts, photos of you in London, photos of you and your friends back home, your whole life exposed. Namjoon hold your hand even tighter, you feel his eyes, but you were shocked to the core, you couldn't believe it, you weren't really connecting with what was happening in the room until you heard Namjoons voice;

“What is she doing here?” said the unknown woman with disdain in her voice.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Y/N has the right to be here, she is involved in the same way that I'm involved too, I don't want to hear any more comments about her presence’ he said making clear of his authority, the whole room went silent. “Now enlighten us we what can we do, I want her life out of this”

That made you come out of the panic and terror room in your head, Namjoon sat you down next to him, never letting you hand go, he could feel how much you were trembling his thumb slowly caressing your hand. 

“Is going to be ok, I'll protect you” he said only for you.

The important conversation started in the room, know you knew who those people were, the group’s manager and HYBE’s head of PR, the lady started telling how and who leaked the information, apparently Namjoon was being followed for a few months but they did not had anything substantial until that day, they of course waited for Namjoon to be at the top part of his promotions to release the “scandal”. Your face was leaked hours before because no one was sure of who you were, until social media users started to pick up on some Namjoon airports photos where you were behind him or with his team, the same with the HYBE picture that was from a year ago, none of those photos were relevant until now, it wasn't hard to know it was you the girl of the blurred photos, and then the internet did what it did at is best, search all the information about you, and that's how your whole life got exposed, you wanted to cry but you did not want to do that in front of everybody, how were you going to go to work tomorrow, to classes, you whole life had been exposed and you really did not know what to do.

“So far we have been deleting any false post, and controlling the media as much as we can, since this came from a source that is not related to us, there's not much that we can do on that side, they had been planning this with caution. Our team has come up with 3 solutions, first you can deny the whole thing,” said the woman looking directly at Namjoons eyes, everybody turned around to look at him.

“No. I am not doing that, next” anger and disbelief being clear in his tone, you tense up at hearing the woman's words, Namjoon tightens his grip in your hands. He wasn't letting you go, no like that.

“Ok, what if you two break up?” She said annoyed. Namjoons laugh resonated through the whole room.

“Is this for what we are paying you? for shitty solutions?” he said with an ironic smile.

“You're being unreasonable, hyung” Jimin said.

“I don't like any of those solutions, I am not denying nor ending my relationship with Y/N, this is not a game for me, you're not putting my personal life on the line” Namjoon was mad, you have never seen him like this, jaw clenched, fiery eyes, tense body…

“Then what do you want to do hyung? go public? share with everyone that you got a girlfriend for a whole year that we did not know anything about, it was a fun experience knowing through the news” said Hoseok with clear sarcasm.

Namjoon lowered his gaze “I am sorry ok? I am, but I did not want to get anyone involved in this, because it is about me and Y/N '' He said looking at his friends, it made you realize that they did not hate you, they hated the fact that namjoon hid you from them. “But is ok, I know what I’ll do, in the meantime release a standard statement” He stood up making you stand up with him. 

“What are you going to do Namjoon? You must let us know, we can let this just die down.” Seokjin said

“I will hyung, just let me breathe for a minute” Namjoon said, driving you to the second floor.

The stairs were wooden made, creaking with your steps, the second floor was even more beautiful, an small living space received you, and  2 hallways full of doors, you only knew two of them, bathroom and Yoongi's studio, Namjoon led you to the halfway you have never been in opening a door to a room, it was beautiful but neutral,  king bed in the center with brown sheets, it was a guest room, at the side of the door there was a suitcase, it was Namjoon’s.

“I am sorry " he said closing the door, “I really thought it wasn't going to be this fast, I'm sorry Y/N” You could feel the sadness and guilt in his voice.

“No Namjoon, I thought we stated that it wasn't our fault. Yes I'm not going to lie, I am scared, but it is not your fault, ok?” you said, grabbing his hands.

“I know but still, you should not be object of the media, this life is not for everybody, and you did not choose this”

“But I choose you Namjoon, I knew that being with you might imply this, I can't be with you without accepting this part of you” you said pulling him closer hugging him from the waist.

He kissed you, a sweet and tender kiss “Thank you, I’m scared too, I don't want you to run away from me, but I don't want to keep you close to me if it is going to hurt you”

“and I don't want to keep you close to me if that's going to jeopardize your career, we are on the same page babe” You said smiling to him.

“Y/N” he said, caressing your hair, Namjoon loved it so much, he thought it was just like clouds. “Are you comfortable sleeping here tonight? your place is not safe, I have a room at The Shilla if you'd feel better there” 

“No, I want to be with you”

“Ok, settle, we’re staying here, you hungry?

“No really, but I want to know what you are going to do…” you said in a low voice not knowing his reaction.

“At the end we are going to do it together, wait here” he said leaving the room, leaving you even more confused.

With namjoon leaving, you checked your phone, all your social media accounts almost breaking down, you only had 10 meaningless post in instagram, now they were over a million likes and you were at almost a 2 million followers, it was scary, the amount of comments and likes, some comments were people genuinely asking if you had something with namjoon, a lot asking you to kill yourself, to let namjoon alone, that you were ugly, you stopped reading comments when you found a really nice one:

“I hope you a namjoonie are happy don't let jealous people bring you down” it was from an account that posted photos of namjoon, it was sweet.

Namjoon entered the room with a notebook and pens, he got aware that you were checking your phone.

“Please ignore all the bad comments, focus on me” he said sitting next to you.

“Not all of them are bad, some people are genuinely happy” you said looking at the content of his hands “What are we going to do with that?

“Write a letter”

Namjoon sat you on top of him at the desk so both of you could write the letter, it was completely addressed to his fans, the people he actually cared about, he did not care about the media that just wanted to eat him alive for some clicks and views. You both end up writing the letter in korean and english, it was short, sweet and clear,

“Hi this is Namjoon and Y/N”

Through all these years in my career I have been nothing but sincere. I do not wish to hide the person I love, from the fans that I love and who have given me a place, Y/N is my girlfriend, I hope you can receive her with the same amount of love that you have received me, and respect the fact that she's not a person from the media.

With sincere love,

knj

“You should sign it too” He said touching your back, you took the pen and did so.

Since that post your relationship went public, life wasn't the same, now everyone knew you, you tried going back to normal, but it wasn’t that easy, Namjoon, set two bodyguards for you, because he didn't want to play with your safety, they drove you around everywhere, Namjoon also made you change places, he bought a place close to you university, for “safety” that was his excuse, you did not felt comfortable with him paying more than half of your expenses, but he said that at the end, it was his fault that you had to move, you could not fight him over it. You adapted to a new normal, at work everybody wanted to be your friend all of the sudden, at college people avoided you, some people shamesly took photos of you, some wanted information about the boys, you only had 2 friends, Bora and Hyunsoo and that was enough. Namjoon even took you to events with him, the social media hate was still there, but it wasn't as much as before, the racism showing in the meanest and foulest ways possible, but you got used to it?

Your relationship with namjoon only grew, you both were really quiet about it, Namjoon mentioned you the least possible, and you stopped using social media, you created another account for yourself and close friends.

Winter break was coming and with it the cold weather, you haven't seen Namjoon in a week he was busy attending a fashion show of a brand he was ambassador to, it was 10PM you were finishing you last assignment of the semester, meaning that you already would be free, one more year and you'll be a doctor,you were really proud of yourself, you worked for the life you wanted, and know you were there enjoying it. While you finished getting everything together Namjoon called.

“Babe! I miss you so much” he said as soon as the call went through. 

“Hello?! and yes I miss you too, are you drunk?” you asked, containing a laugh.

“Maybeeeee, I drank a biiit, not enough to be druuuuunk, but yes I drank and i miss you, you should come toooooo” He said pouting, you have never seen namjoon drunk, it was so funny how he made every vocal sound deeper.

“You are indeed drunk Kim Nam Joon, you should go to sleep honey”

“Ok, I will but only if you promise to come too” he said, and you were 100% sure he dropped his phone.

“Nam ? you there?”

“Yes yes yes, but when are you coming? promise it?” he demanded, Namjoon was so authoritarian, his words were the law and you were a law abiding citizen on Kim Nam Joon’s planet.

“Ok, I promise, now go to sleep, love you”

“I love you toooooo, and yes I'll sleep”

After that drunk call, Namjoon actually made you go to him, you both ended up in a beautiful indonesian hotel, it was close to the beach, so open and beautiful, the room, the waters, the weather, you loved every bit of it. Namjoon wanted to take a break with you, and God knows you both needed it.

“Beautiful isn't it?” he said, hugging you from the back while you saw the sea.

“Indeed, thank you, I really needed this”

“Always my love, you realize this is our first couple vacation?” he said, turning you around.

“Yes, and we should celebrate that” you said, taking two steps back. Namjoon looked at you skeptically.

You had a orange long summer dress with thin straps, you pushed Namjoon to the edge of the bed while letting the straps down, you turned your back at him, removing the bow that holded the dress at you waist, making the dress fall to the floor, you walked outside of it hearing Namjoon’s loud breathe, turning to him, only wearing white thin panties, Namjoon’s eyes filled with desire.

“This is my way of celebrating” You said while letting a wet kiss on his neck, blowing on the wet spot. He put his hands in your ass drawing you closer, you stepped back from his touch. “Wait babe you said” getting on your knees unbuttoning his white summer pants, his dick showing how much it wanted to be touched, and you did so, rubbing his length through his boxers, he moaned.

“Do you want to fuck my mouth baby?” You asked, pulling his pants and boxers down, his erection going out, Namjoon’s thickness made your mouth drool, you wanted him all over you.

“You know I do Y/N'' he said in a beg, his deep voice turning you on even more. You grabbed his dick with both hands directing it to your mouth, your tongue licking his shiny tip, you started sucking and pumping on it, slowly, making him moan, if there's something that you loved about sex with namjoon is that he wasn't a silent lover, he always let you know that he was liking it as much as you did.

You started a more aggressive rhythm with your mouth sucking him harder, making Namjoon pull on your hair, that excited you even more, Namjoon’s moans and hard breathes motivating you to continue, trying to suck all of his length.

“I’m going to cum Y/N” he said pulling your hair even harder, you did not plan of stopping, just pumping him harder, making him go, you heard his moans go louder, he was about to come, you started to suck him of even harder using you tongue to lick his tip, pushing his dick as deep as you could.

“Y/N” he moaned, cumming in your mouth, you did not hesitate taking it all in your mouth, seeing Namjoon climax made you want to make it last even more, sucking him, taking all his load with your mouth.

You could only heard Namjoon’s irregular breathing, he rested his body on the bed, enjoying the last bits of his orgasm, you stood up, sitting on top of him, you loved his body it drove you crazy, his clothes were starting to bother you, so you took action, unbuttoning his beige short sleeve shirt.

“Aren't you going to let me rest?” He said laughing. 

“No, I am going to enjoy you today, you're my prize after acing my finals”

“So eat me up Y/N” he said while you let wet kisses on his neck and chest, caressing his biceps.

Kissing his beautiful face, you were completely in love with Namjoon, with every detail about him, you were so grateful that destiny allowed you to fall in love with such a man. Taking his face in your hands you kissed him, sweet and slow, Namjoon grabbed  both of your cheeks pulling you close, you were already wet, feeling his hot skin rubbing close to yours, Namjoon started slide your very wet panties out of you, his hand going directly to your pussy, rubbing your sweet spot, you broke the kiss to let a moan out, Namjoon fingers were doing wonders for you, one finger, two fingers, his tongue on you neck, his tongue on you tits, you could feel his teeth touch your nipple, moaning his name, tree fingers, you started riding his hands, feeling heaven was close.

“You're such a whore Y/N, look at your wet pussy riding my hand” He said, slapping one of your cheeks “Do you want me to fill you with something more? 

“Ah y-yes Nam please” You said high on your excitement, it felt so good.

“Do you want my dick?” he asked but you couldn't form a word “Answer me Y/N '' he ordered you, Namjoon always bossed you around in bed, and it just turned you on even more.

“Yes, yes please give it to me” you beg, making him pull the fingers out of you, the tip of his dick at your entrance, he did not hesitate pounding you hard a deep, his whole thick and big dick inside of you, you were seeing heaven.

“God your so tight, this is just as you wanted my little whore” He said before turning you around, fucking your pussy, Namjoon’s moans and grunts filling the room. Moving his hand from your hips to you pussy, you felt his thumb pressing your clitoris, making you go, a mess of moans and hard breaths while you cummed in Namjoon's dick, he didn't stop pounding you until he came too, deep in your pussy, it felt so good that you thought you were about to die.

His body falling into yours, him grabbing you by the waist to pull you close, 

“I love you so much” he kissed your forehead

“I love you even more Namjoon” you said, hugging him.

You were about to leave the beautiful hotel, the beautiful beach, and most importantly Namjoon’s undivided attention, this week was one of the most amazing experiences that you had, Namjoon made you feel like you were in a dream, you had walks on the beach, dinner dates, you spent a whole day cuddle up in bed, it was so good that you did not want to go back, you still had a few free days, from university and his schedule wasn’t packed, but still he had compromises.

Leaving the hotel resting your head on Namjoon's shoulder, his hands grabbing yours, you decided to take a picture to always remember this moment. You felt nostalgic seeing all the pictures you had took, this getaway, made you bold, and you posted them on your account, tagging him,

the moon is revealing itself like a pearl to my equally naked heart, frank o’hara

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with love kive <3