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v-hope · 4 years ago

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Puzzle Pieces

Pairings: Artist!Kim Taehyung x Heiress!Reader, OC x Heiress!Reader

Genre: Roommates AU, Enemies to Lovers AU, Arranged Marriage AU (OC x Reader)

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: Two things you knew for sure. One, although you and Taehyung were roommates, you were still complete strangers to one another. And, two, he did not like you one bit. It was funny, however, how you didn’t need to tell him you would appreciate his company that particular night for him to see right through you. And it was even funnier how you didn’t need to ask him to stay for him to do so.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and drinking.

A/N: Helloo, this is from part 7 of my Social Media AU “Belong”, but since it turned out to be so long I decided to post it in one shot format lol. I hope you guys enjoy!

Taking things back to your place —more like, Tae’s place— had truly seemed like a good idea earlier that day. After all, it was either that or have the paps follow you and Sungjin around for what was left of the day, which would later be followed by romantic headlines regarding the two of you that would not precisely be far from the truth, if you looked at it from the plans your families had for the both of you.

Of course, there was always the option of ending your hang out right then and going your separate ways, but after having homesickness hit you like a truck that week after hanging out with your brother a few days ago, and knowing well enough Taehyung would not even acknowledge your presence once you made it home, you found yourself relying on Sungjin more than you had wished to, that being the third time in the span of a week you were hanging out with him, as you really wanted to have someone with you. And if that someone just happened to be the heir your marriage was being arranged with against your will, then so be it.

However, now, when you were straddling his lap as he leaned back on the sofa, with your fingers entangled on his hair and his hands on your back as he pulled you closer against his chest, heavy breathings and lips needingly pressing together, you were not sure of how good of an idea this had been.

You had not expected him to kiss you that evening. And, most importantly, you had not expected to kiss him back once he did. But you were lonely, and craving affection. And so one thing had led to another, and now here you were, making out with the one guy you were not supposed to fall for. Or was he the one guy you were supposed to fall for?

It all depended on the point of view you looked at it from. If you wanted to prove to your parents you could manage to live on your own and that way call off the wedding, then going to the guy your marriage was being arranged with and whom you had no feelings for was most definitely not the way to go. On the other hand, if you wanted things to go back to normal and be able to go back home, wouldn’t falling for said guy be the perfect way out? That way, your marriage would still be an arranged one, sure, but it wouldn’t matter anymore because you would still get to marry the man you loved.

Nevertheless, although the second choice did sound very, very appealing, you found yourself removing your hands from his hair and pressing them on his chest instead as you pulled away from the kiss. For although you were craving intimacy and had discovered right then Sungjin was one hell of a kisser, you felt nothing. And it was unfair on both of you to keep this going and pretend like you did feel something.

“No, no” your voice came out muffled as his lips pressed once more on yours. “This is wrong”.

Sungjin knitted his eyebrows together, finally opening his eyes as he pulled slightly away from you. “We’re engaged, how could it be wrong?”

“We’re not—” you sighed heavily, carefully looking at your hand pressing on his chest, which was missing the engagement ring you had taken off before moving in here to start your new —and hopefully permanent— life. “We’re not engaged…”

“You taking the ring off doesn’t change anything, Y/N” he tried to say it as sweetly as possible, yet his words could do no other than make your chest feel heavy. “We are engaged and we will get married so far, unless you stay here once your time is up”.

Lowering your head, you removed your hands from off his chest as you got off his lap and sat next to him on the sofa, not being able to hide how much this whole topic affected you. “That’s not the way I see it” you murmured.

The way you saw it, you were not engaged anymore, and only would be if you decided to go back home once the year went by.

No one out of your social circle knew what was going on with you and your family. No one knew there was a chance you would be marrying Lee Sungjin in a good couple of months. However, he was right. The ring had been there before you fought hard enough for your parents to give you this chance to prove yourself and break free from this arrangement, but you had taken it off on your own terms. You had asked them not to tell the media about it, so you could truly try and carry a life as ordinary as you could. And honestly? You were terrified you would wake up one day and find first thing as you opened Twitter that the cat was out of the bag and everyone knew about your —arranged— engagement.

“You should tell that to your parents then,” he shrugged. “So they can put on hold the whole wedding planning”.

Your head snapped up at the sound of that. “They’re planning it already?”

Sungjin’s eyes opened wide. “You didn’t know?”

A scoff abandoned your mouth, shaking your head in disbelief as you felt tears well up in your eyes — ones that you would neither let roll down your cheeks nor let your so-called fiancé see. Of course your parents were planning as much as they could of it already. Should’ve seen it coming. It was like they already knew you would fail and this was nothing but a mere formality. And although a part of you was fuming and could not wait to prove them wrong now more than ever, another one could not help but wonder if maybe they were right.

“I don’t want to talk about this,” you spoke in what came out like more of a whisper, almost begging him to drop the topic. “I can’t do this right now. Please, leave”.

Sungjin shook his head. “You’re always avoiding the topic,” he pointed out. “We’ll have to properly talk about it and what you plan to do at some point”.

“Well, I don’t want to talk about it yet” you moved further away from him on the sofa. “This was a mistake. Please, leave”.

He sighed. “Y/N…”

“Sungjin, leave”.

“But—”

“Um…” Taehyung’s deep voice coming from the front door had both your heads snapping in his direction. “I don’t know who you are,” his eyes were fixed on Sungjin next to you. “But she shouldn’t have to repeat herself when asking for you to leave”.

You awkwardly gazed over to Sungjin, whose body had tensed up at both Taehyung’s presence and words.

“And you are?” he asked, his previous soft tone whilst talking to you having now turned into a lower, stronger one.

“Her roommate,” Taehyung replied, taking a step inside yet keeping the door open — and although you were used to always seeing his serious side, you had never seen him this serious before. “The owner of this place”.

Sungjin’s eyes were now fixed on you, a frown taking over his very displeased expression. “So you’ve been living with his guy this whole time?”

“She has” Taehyung answered before you could, catching your —on hold— fiancé’s attention once more. “And I’m sure she had just asked you to leave, so…”

Moving aside, he opened the door wider for the man next to you to see his way out. So, sending you one last glance, which was filled with both confusion and disbelief, Sungjin reluctantly stood up, not saying another word before making his way over to the door Taehyung was holding open for him — not taking a step out of it without before having glared at your roommate, who did not hesitate to do the same right back.

Now, why were they glaring at each other? Sungjin knew his reason very well, for, one, Taehyung was forcing him to leave against his will, and, two, he was living with you. That alone, as someone who had feelings for you, was reason enough not to like Kim Taehyung from the beginning. Taehyung, on the other hand? He had no idea. He had just met the guy and decided right away he did not like him one bit.

Once that one second they had been holding glares as they passed by was gone and Sungjin had finally made his way out of the apartment, Taehyung wasted no time in closing the door, in what was far from the gentlest of ways. And although he had gone home to get the instant popcorn bags he had told his friends he would bring over to movie night, he didn’t head to the kitchen right away, but stood there by the door staring at you instead.

“You okay?” he wondered at the sight of your visibly upset expression.

You nodded your head more eagerly than intended, not sure if trying to convince him or yourself. “Yes. Uh, thank you…”

He let you know it was nothing with a small nod. With that out of the way, he turned to his side so he could resume to do what he had come here to do.

“How much of it did you hear?” you couldn’t help but weakly ask before he could take another step.

He stayed quiet for a second. Was there something he wasn’t supposed to listen to? “Just the part when you asked him to leave”.

You nodded quietly, hating the fact that you had no certain way to confirm he was actually telling the truth, and having nothing left to do but hope he hadn’t heard a thing regarding your dreadful marriage.

“Sorry if I made things awkward with your boyfriend,” he apologized after seeing the conflicted look on your face. “I just saw you were upset and—”

“He’s not my boyfriend” you corrected him before he could even finish his sentence.

Taehyung smiled cynically. “The smudged lipstick on your face says otherwise”.

You bit down on your bottom lip, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you lowered your head — forcefully running your thumb over and around your lips to try and remove as much of your lipstick as you could.

“He’s really not, though” you repeated what was technically not a lie. “It’s just… complicated”.

“Same as what Jimin said” he shrugged.

With your eyebrows knitting together, your eyes followed his figure as he went inside the kitchen. He and Jimin had been talking about you?

As much as you wanted to know the details about that, you knew asking Taehyung wasn’t an option, for he was never willing to actually talk to you, let alone tell you about the conversations he had with his friends — even though you had been the main topic of it. So, deciding to just let it go, you stood up and went to grab the coat of yours you had hung by the door when you and Sungjin had arrived earlier that evening, putting it on and grabbing your purse as well right as Taehyung came back into the living room holding a bag in one of his hands.

“Where are you going?” he asked with furrowed eyebrows.

You couldn’t help but stare at him quite dumbfounded. He had never really minded you going out, and you wondered if you looked that vulnerable right then for him to actually be concerned about you doing so.

“I don’t really drink, but…” you shrugged, not needing to finish your sentence for him to take a hint.

“A bar?” his voice came out louder than expected.

Although taken aback at his reaction, you nodded. “I won’t make a mess if I come back drunk, you don’t have to worry”.

Taehyung snorted. As if that was what worried him about you going out drinking alone at night.

Not telling you that, of course, he shook his head instead as the corners of his lips curved up in amusement — your breath hitching when his hand firmly yet somehow still gently grabbed your wrist and dragged you back over the sofa you had been sitting down on before. Letting go of you, he left his bag on the small table in front of the couch and gestured for you to take a seat, having you do as told while your attentive eyes followed his every move, watching him once again disappear into the kitchen, only for him to reappear seconds later with a bottle of wine in one hand and a glass along with a corkscrew in another.

Leaving everything on the table in front of you, he took the bag he had left on it before and stood up straight, making you have to tilt your head slightly back so you could look up to him.

“If you’re drinking your feelings away, do it here” he stated, later rolling his eyes at the way you were silently staring at him, almost as if you had just seen a ghost. “Don’t look at me like that. Jimin would kill me if he found out I let you go out alone like that”.

You smiled weakly. “He wouldn’t have to know”.

“Have you forgotten who you are, princess?” he reminded you, causing you to roll your eyes at the annoying nickname he had chosen for you and you were apparently never getting rid of. “Get drunk in a bar and, next thing you know, a hundred headlines are written about you. Especially if you’re not used to drinking”.

“Right,” you sighed in defeat. “Thank you. Again”.

Taehyung nodded like it was no problem, later pointing at the bottle he had placed in front of you. “You know how to open it?”

“Yes”.

You did not. But you were not telling him that. You could not afford to not know how to do yet another mundane thing, for you were already useless enough in his eyes. You could always just look it up later and pray it would work out once you tried to do it, just like you had done with pretty much every other thing you had learned to do on your own after moving out.

“Okay” he mumbled, turning around and making his way to the front door so he could leave and get to his friends for once and for all.

“Taehyung?” you called him before he could reach for the doorknob, and before you could stop yourself.

“Yes?” he mindlessly turned his head in your direction.

You bit your tongue not to say what you wanted to, regretting already having called his name out without thinking before.

You wanted him to stay. You didn’t want to be alone. You hated being alone. And you were tired of this bad blood going on between the two of you. You wanted to talk. Actually talk. Not to spill your deepest secrets or become best friends, and most definitely not to tell him about your possible marriage and all about your family drama, but maybe just talk enough to get to know each other a little more. Nevertheless, it had only been a few days since you had asked him to keep you company and he had turned you down, making it very clear he had no intentions of spending his time with you. You couldn’t bother him again, let alone when you already knew what the answer would be.

“Have fun” you settled for saying instead, sending him a close-mouth smile that you truly believed was convincing enough.

And, you see, although you were smiling right then and couldn’t see how vulnerable you actually looked, being oblivious to it even, Taehyung could see right through you. And although he did not like you, not one bit, he was not heartless. So, letting out a sigh, he stopped trying to reach for the doorknob altogether and went back into the kitchen instead.

You just sat there puzzled as ever, believing he might have forgotten something else he needed to get before leaving, until you saw him come into the living room, no longer holding a bag in his hand, but another glass instead. And if that itself hadn’t been surprising enough, when he sat by your side and placed the glass next to yours, silently proceeding to open the bottle of wine —with such ease that couldn’t help but make you feel dumb over how it would’ve taken you a good couple of minutes to do what to him took less than one— so he could pour a good amount of it into them, you felt like you were hallucinating.

Your astonished eyes followed his hand as he held one of the glasses up for you to take, silently nodding as a way of saying ‘thank you’ once you held it in your hand. Not saying anything else, he grabbed his glass and took a sip of wine, having you follow his actions right after.

Words weren’t needed right then. And quite honestly, neither of you knew how to initiate the conversation anyway to begin with.

It was all untold. He didn’t need to give you a reason as to why he had decided to stay, and you didn’t need to thank him out loud for him to know you were thankful. You just knew.

“I’m sorry about the other day…” he was the first one to speak — partially to put an end to the uncomfortable silence filling the room, partially to actually apologize, for he had wanted to say that ever since he had spoken his mind about you when you texted him from another room the other day.

“Don’t” you shook your head. “I’m sorry I was pestering you. It was on me”.

Taehyung stared at you in astonishment, never having expected you to apologize right back when, in his eyes, he had been in the wrong. “You weren’t—”

“Taehyung,” you cut him off. “I get it” a weak smile formed on your mouth. “We’re not friends. You don’t like me. I know those things, yet I still went and tried to get you to spend time with me. I won’t ask again, I promise” your eyes fixed on his, not being able to know what the look in them meant at all. “And honestly, I know you’re only here right now because you feel guilty about it, so please, just... go do whatever you had planned to do tonight instead. I’ll be fine”.

He smirked, leaning against the sofa and taking another sip from his glass. “Well, good thing that, unlike that friend of yours, I do live here and can stay if I want”.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance at his smug ways, making yourself more comfortable as well on the sofa and bringing your cup up to your lips to take a small sip of alcohol. Of course telling him to leave would only increase his will to stay here with you. How could you not see that coming.

“I’m really sorry, though” he repeated, his previous smirk no longer there as his sincere words left his mouth. “Shouldn’t have brought your family up”.

You shrugged. “Like you said, I left home, and I have to own up to it. You’re not supposed to be there for me whenever I want. I know I’m spoiled and entitled, so don’t… feel bad for putting me in my place”.

He said nothing, trying to collect the conflicted thoughts of his that were running through his mind. How could you be so self-aware yet still not let go of that mask you had on when it came to showing parts of your life to everyone else? Why did you still pretend to be living your perfect life when you had just said you had to own up to the fact that you had left home? It made no sense to him. It was like there were missing puzzle pieces to you and no matter what angle he looked at it from, he could just not quite figure you out.

“Is there a reason why you left home, though?” he found himself asking before he could even process his words.

Maybe the answer to that was the only missing puzzle piece he needed to understand the whole picture. Maybe then he would see you like something other than a spoiled girl who had thrown a tantrum and ran away from home, yet was not willing to entirely let go of her privileged lifestyle and perfect public image.

A bittersweet smile curved up your lips, eyes intently staring at the dark liquid in your glass. “You really think I would’ve left my oh-so-perfect life without one?”

“Almost sounds as if it wasn’t that perfect”.

You shrugged, eyes travelling from his to anywhere else. In comparison to other families, to other lives as a whole, you knew you were privileged as hell. Perfect, however? It was way far from being so.

“Will you ever tell me said reason?” he wondered, not even trying to hide his interest anymore. “You know, so I can actually try and understand your situation?”

Locking your eyes with his chocolate ones for a second, you furrowed your eyebrows, genuinely considering to just drop all your problems on him so you could both get it off your chest and try to make him understand why you had done it. However, it was only that, a second — breaking the eye contact before you shook your head no, as if you had suddenly come back to your senses. “We’re not friends…”

He chuckled. “Is that your way of getting me to want to be your friend?”

You shook your head no again, a weak smile barely curving up your lips. “That is my way of telling you it’s personal”.

He nodded softly, understandingly. You were not friends, he knew that better than anyone, for it was him the one who had pushed you away ever since the beginning. It would be hypocritical of him to expect you to open up to him just like that. And although you wanted to trust him, although he was Jimin’s best friend and that alone made you feel like it would be alright to trust him, you did not.

You didn’t know if it was comical or tragic, how you had been living together and seeing each other daily for a month now, yet were complete strangers to each other.

“You don’t have to become my friend to know, though. So don’t worry about that” you tried to lighten up the mood. “Everyone will know in a little less than a year. Just be patient”.

“That big of a deal?” he raised one of his eyebrows.

You nodded quietly, for although you wished it wasn’t, it was indeed that big of a deal. If you failed, everyone would know you were getting married to Lee Sungjin. If you managed to prove you could fend for yourself, on the other hand, everyone would know your family was disowning you. Either way, no matter what happened, the media would make a big deal out of it. And honestly, you didn’t know which scenario was worse.

“Can we talk about something else that isn’t family related?” you pleaded.

“Fine by me” he sighed, raising his glass before he brought it up to his lips. “Any ideas?”

You shrugged, looking around in search for something that would make you come up with a new topic, anything that would take the attention away from your life yet keep him interested, until your eyes fixed on a few used brushes of his that remained inside a cup on one of the shelves at the other end of the living room.

“Your art?” you proposed, eyes going back to his already attentive ones and bringing your glass up to your mouth.

The simple mention of his work brought a smile to his face. “What about it?”

“Are you preparing for an exhibition or something like that?” you wondered. “You know, since ever since I got here you’ve spent most of your time locked up inside your studio…”

Taehyung nodded. “Yeah, I’m having an exhibition that’s kind of a big deal in a few weeks, and it’s driving me crazy”.

“Oh, really?” you tilted your head, genuine interest clear in your voice. “That’s great, though. What is it going to be about?”

“You sure you’ve got time for that?” he playfully squinted his eyes at you, that being the first time he had dropped his serious act in front of you. Good thing was, he could always blame it on the alcohol. “I could talk about art for days”.

You chuckled, taking another sip of wine and then shaking your head in amusement as a melancholic smile curved up the corners of your lips. So could you when you were younger, although you had really no one to talk to about it back then. It was nice, though, seeing someone be just as —if not more— eager about it as you used to be, and the fact that he could actually be able to express his excitement and love for it only made it better.

“Well, we’re not going anywhere tonight, so…”

Taehyung shook his head in amusement at your statement. You got a point, though — your respective bedrooms being as far as you would go that night, and considering getting there wouldn’t take you any more than ten seconds, it was fair to say you had the whole night ahead of you, or at least until you ran out of wine.

“You like popcorn?” he asked out of the blue, earning a giggle from you that for some reason had him biting down on his bottom lip not to smile as well.

“Weren’t you just about to start talking nonstop about your art?”

He rolled his eyes at the call-out. “Yes, but I’m hungry and have got lots of popcorn in the kitchen,” his eyes glanced over there for a second before they were back on you. “Plus, I need to text the guys to let them know I won’t be coming over anymore, so…”

You smiled, tilting your head over to the kitchen. “Off you go then, I’ll just wait here”.

“Is that a yes to the popcorn, though? Or...”

Another light laugh escaped your mouth at how uncertain he had sounded. “Totally a yes to the popcorn” you agreed, watching his tall figure as he stood up. “Never had it with wine before, though”.

“What?!” his eyebrows furrowed in utter disbelief. “That is like, my go-to friday night combo”.

“Nutritive” you teased him.

“Says the salad girl” he bit back, causing you to raise your free hand as a sign of truce, which had him once again rolling his eyes at you. “So what is it for the upper class? Good wine and fine cheese?”

“I mean...” you shrugged, sipping on your glass.

“You think you’ll be alright trying out such a lower class snack?” he teased, earning an amused smile from you as you shook your head and looked away, biting on your bottom lip to try and erase it.

“I’m sure I will make it” you let him know rather dramatically.

Letting out a low chuckle, he decided to say nothing more in return. Instead, he dug his hand in his pocket and took his phone out, starting to type on it —to let his friends know he was staying here, you guessed— as he a made his way over to the kitchen for what felt like the tenth time that night.

Taking your phone out of your purse as well, you leaned against the sofa as you scrolled through your social media while you waited for your roommate to come back, feeling a little bit more at ease now that you had managed to take your mind off things and the tension between you two had seemed to be gone.

Yes, you were not friends, and maybe you never would be. Maybe roommates was all there would ever be between the two of you, yet as long as you were able to hold a proper conversation every now and then, you knew you would be able to make it through this year in the end.

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btsqualityy · 4 years ago

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Assuage: Chapter 21

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Brief mention of abuse.

When Yoongi woke up the next morning, the first thing that he realized was that you were already awake and scenting him with your nose pressed against his scent gland.

“Baby?” He called out questioningly and you just hummed in reply. “You ok?”

“I can’t just scent you?” You murmured.

“Of course you can, it just seemed a little random,” he chuckled deeply. “And you usually ask first.”

“I missed you a lot, even though it was only a day,” you confessed as you pulled your nose away and looked up at him. “You didn’t smell like me anymore and that makes my Omega uncomfortable.”

“Well, scent away,” Yoongi said as he lifted his neck to expose his neck and you dove back in, taking your time as you dragged your nose along his skin.

“You’re gonna have to go and talk to my brother,” you whispered and Yoongi just sighed heavily.

“Do I really have to?” He huffed. “He almost killed me, Y/N-ah.”

“Joon could never kill anyone, unless provoked,” you told him as you sat up and looked down at him. “And yes, you have to go talk to him since he technically cast you out of the pack but all you have to do is tell him exactly what you told me last night.”

“And he’ll let it go?”

“My brother can be a dick but he can also be pretty understanding so I think so,” you nodded. “And even if he doesn’t, I’ll have your back.”

“Fuck, fine,” Yoongi relented and you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips.

After the two of you showered, got dressed, and ate, you led him across the territory to the Head Hall and up the stairs to the second floor where Namjoon’s office was located.

“I see everything worked out between you two,” Taehyung smirked when he saw the two of you walking up to his desk, hand in hand.

“Don’t be so smug about it,” you rolled your eyes.

“I’m guessing that you’re here to speak to Joon hyung,” Taehyung guessed, and you and Yoongi both nodded in confirmation. “Well, lucky for you guys: he just got out of a war strategy meeting with Hobi hyung and he looked pretty pissed off.”

“Gee, thanks Taehyung,” Yoongi grumbled, making Taehyung laugh out loud.

“He’s free right now, so go ahead in,” Taehyung said as he waved towards the door of Namjoon’s office.

“Uh, give me a sec,” you told Yoongi and he nodded before pressing a kiss to your cheek and walking over to wait in front of the office door.

“What’s up?” Taehyung wondered as he looked at you.

“I just, uh, wanted to say thank you,” you said. “For figuring out that something was amiss and going to find Yoongi.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” Taehyung shrugged with a smile. “It was the right thing to do. He makes you so happy Y/N-ah, and I wasn’t going to let Seo-hyun fuck that up for you.”

“You know, I think Joon and I are very lucky that Mom and Dad fought to keep you,” you told him, which made him grin widely. “Joon and I would be a pair of bumbling idiots without you.”

“Mom said you two would need me,” Taehyung puffed his chest out proudly. “I love you Y/N-ah.”

“I love you more Tae,” you cooed, leaning over his desk and gently kissing his cheek before pulling back. “Now wish us luck.”

“Good luck,” he smirked knowingly and you turned around and walked over to the door, joining Yoongi who had been patiently waiting.

“Here goes nothing,” you sighed as you reached up and knocked on the door three times.

“Come in,” Namjoon’s muffled voice called out and you opened the door, poking your head inside.

“You free?” You asked and he nodded his head. You then stepped inside, pulling Yoongi in behind you as well before shutting the door.

“Ok, now before you start yelling,” you began before Namjoon even had the chance to start talking. “Let me explain.”

“I’m not gonna yell Y/N-ah,” Namjoon chuckled as he sat back in his desk chair and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You’re...not?”

“Nope,” he replied. “Taehyung came and explained everything to me yesterday. He woke the girls up from their naps and pissed Hyo off in the process, but he told me nonetheless.”

“Of course he did,” you laughed in disbelief.

“Yoongi, I’d like to apologize,” Namjoon said as he looked over at Yoongi. “I didn’t allow you the opportunity to explain yourself and for that, I was wrong.”

“It’s ok,” Yoongi shrugged. “I know that as Pack Alpha, everyone’s safety is your main priority so I don’t blame you.”

“It’s also a part of my job as Pack Alpha to trust my pack members, just as they trust me to be able to lead you all,” Namjoon explained. “So, I would like to invite you, formally, to become a permanent member of this pack.”

“I’d love to,” Yoongi grinned widely.

“Great,” Namjoon smiled.

“Congratulations baby!” You exclaimed, leaning over and kissing him firmly. “Tae’s gonna flip!”

“He’s probably listening at the door so he already knows,” Namjoon said.

“I resent that!” You heard Taehyung scream through the door, which made all three of you laugh.

“Um, I wanted to ask you something,” Yoongi said as he looked at Namjoon. “Is the fight still on?”

“Yes, it is,” Namjoon sighed. “We have five days until Seo-hyun said that he was going to be back.”

“I’d like to fight with you all,” Yoongi announced, causing both your and Namjoon’s eyes to widen.

“What?” You questioned.

“Yoongi, you don’t have to do that,” Namjoon told him.

“Yeah, you don’t,” you agreed.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Yoongi asked.

“For one thing, you’ve never fought in a war from what Taehyung told me last night,” Namjoon pointed out. “And for two, you’d be fighting against your former pack. I know that they treated you terribly but it still will probably be hard for you.”

“That might be true but this is my pack now,” Yoongi stated firmly. “And I want to fight to protect it.” A few seconds of silence passed over the room then before Namjoon spoke up again.

“Alright, fine,” Namjoon relented. “We’ll have to get you in training right away.”

“Alright,” Yoongi nodded before turning to look at you. “Don’t be mad at me please.”

“I’m not,” you assured him. “But we can talk more about it later.”

“I love you,” Yoongi cooed and you smiled at him.

“I love you too,” you replied.

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Later that night, after going to training with Namjoon, Hobi, Jungkook, and some other Alphas and Omegas, Yoongi was out amongst the trees at the edge of the territory. After the (albeit shirt) amount of time that the two of you were apart, you still weren’t the biggest fan of being away from him so he had decided to chop some more wood for your place before meeting you back there.

As he was doing so though, he was shocked when he heard rustling from beyond a cluster of trees.

“Who’s there?” He called out, pausing in order to listen better. When he didn’t receive an answer, he gripped onto the handle of the ax that he was holding tighter.

“I’m Prime asshole, so think about your next steps very carefully,” Yoongi warned and a shadowy figure stepped out from behind a tree and when they stepped closer, Yoongi couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Yeah well, tell me something that I don’t know,” the man laughed and Yoongi just gaped at him in disbelief.

“Kihyun?” He called as the Alpha walked closer to him. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Well, I was hoping to receive a better greeting than that from one of my closest friends,” Kihyun joked and Yoongi just laughed before launching himself at Kihyun, hugging him tightly.

“What are you doing here?” Yoongi repeated as he pulled away from the hug. “You would’ve been detained or killed if anyone else caught you.”

“I know but I had to come and see you,” Kihyun replied. “After Seo-hyun came back and announced that you were still alive, I had to see it for myself.”

“That was really dangerous and stupid of you Kihyun,” Yoongi told him.

“I’ve spent the last six months thinking that you were dead,” Kihyun shot back. “You can’t blame me.”

“Yeah well,” Yoongi shrugged. “How have you been though? Everyone been treating you ok?”

“I’m fine hyung,” Kihyun nodded. “I see that you’re ok too.”

“Yeah, the Kim Pack took me in,” Yoongi said.

“I hope that doesn’t mean that you plan on fighting with them in a few days.”

“Actually, it does.”

“Why would you do that?” Kihyun wondered. “You can’t fight against your pack.”

“They’re my old pack and if you remember correctly, they left me for dead,” Yoongi pointed out. “This is my new pack and I am going to fight to protect it from Seo-hyun because I don’t want him doing the same thing to them that he did to our pack.”

“Seo-hyun just wants us to be strong,” Seo-hyun tried to say.

“And he has to abuse people and try to take over other packs in order to do that?” Yoongi demanded to know. “Kihyun, I love you. You’re the person that kept me sane all of those years after my parents died and I’ll always appreciate you for it, but you can’t seriously believe that what Seo-hyun is doing is right.”

“....I didn’t come here to argue with you hyung,” Kihyun finally said after a few moments of silence. “I just wanted to come and see you.”

“Despite everything, I am happy to see you kid,” Yoongi smiled gently. “Even if it was dumb.”

“I love you hyung,” Kihyun said before hugging Yoongi again.

“I love you too,” Yoongi responded before letting go of Kihyun. “Be safe.” Kihyun nodded and just as quick as he had appeared, Yoongi watched as he disappeared back into the trees.

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The Devil in the ICU

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Synopsis: You’ve rarely spoken to your neighbor Jimin, but he’s always been kind to you. When you get into an accident that lands you in the ER, you’re grateful to see who’s taking such good care of you. It isn’t until later that you start to wonder… will you ever be leaving the hospital?

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: Blood, murder/death, yandere themes, stalking themes, needles/IVs

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How did you wind up here?

As you slump back into your bed, with him lying on the floor next to you, a hazy thought informs you that it must look like a scene straight out of Romeo and Juliet.

Although, you think ruefully, glancing down at the sharp shard of glass clenched in your fist, I don’t think Juliet would have done this.

“Merry fucking Christmas.”

~Three weeks earlier~

Taehyung, leaning against the doorframe with a steaming mug of coffee in his hand, looks as handsome as the day you married him. “Have a good day at work!”

You give him a quick kiss, shivering in the brisk morning air. “You too. Remember that we have that dinner tonight!”

Tae laughs. “Is that what we’re calling the awards ceremony? You know you’ve earned bragging rights.”

“Shush!” You boop him on the nose before turning and making for your car. On the other side of the fence, you can see your neighbor Jimin step out onto his porch. He catches your eye and, as Taehyung goes back inside, you smile amicably and nod at Jimin before getting into your car. You see him at his front door every morning, and he’s always friendly.

On your drive to the university campus, you think about tonight’s dinner. You’ll be presented with an awards for Arts Education despite being one of the youngest professors in the university’s faculty. You were thrilled when the dean of the school contacted you for the honor.

Once you park, you speedwalk to your first class of the day and burst through the door. You soon find yourself looking at twenty students, some bright-eyed, some more zombie-like.

“I’d apologize for being late,” you say, “But at this point I don’t think anyone is surprised.” The more awake students laugh, and you sling your bag onto your desk at the front of the room. “Let’s get started. Yoongi, you’re up first for workshop. Why don’t you stand up and read?”

Of all of your students, you think Yoongi is the most likely to pursue his career in creative writing.

He nods and stands. You can see his hands trembling as he clutches the paper.

When he sits back down after reading his poem, there’s a smattering of applause. “Very nice,” you say. “Now, who’d like to offer their feedback?”

~~~

Hours later, you dismiss your last class. You can’t wait to go home and tell Taehyung all about your day.

“So this one kid really decided the best move, instead of asking for an extension, was to plagiarize Twilight. Fucking Twilight!”

Taehyung laughs as he buttons up his shirt. “What did you tell her?”

“Ugh, I hate to report anyone for plagiarism, I told her to write something new and turn it in for half credit.”

“No wonder your students love you. I think you’re personally responsible for all of the creative writing majors on campus.”

You finish zipping up your dress. “Probably. Let’s get going, yeah?”

“Your wish, my command,” Taehyung says, gallantly bowing you out the door. You giggle as he opens the passenger side door for you. “For real, Y/n, want to get away for a weekend to celebrate? This is a nationally recognized award!”

“Hm…” you pretend to think. “Maybe we could go somewhere warm and sunny, with lots of beaches.”

Taehyung interlaces his fingers with yours, lifts your hand to his mouth, and kisses your palm. “Whatever you want. Christmas is coming up, maybe we can travel somewhere for the winter.”

You smile and look out of the window as Taehyung begins the drive. The ceremony is being held at a hotel twenty minutes away. And in a few weeks, you’ll be spending Christmas with the love of your life somewhere warm.

Under the twinkling night sky, everything feels so peaceful. Suddenly, you see a flash of light overhead. “Tae! A shooting star! Look-”

BANG. You hear the sound of crunching metal, feel a violent jerk, and everything goes dark.

~~~

“When she wakes up, start her on 20 milligrams of morphine. If her blood pressure is still low, go ahead and add saline to the IV. She shouldn’t need a transfusion unless anything opens up again.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

Doctor. Are you in the hospital, then? Was there an accident? “Ugh…” You blink hard in the blinding light. You’re woozy, and your mouth tastes like copper.

“Y/n! Doctor, she’s awake!” You hear a familiar voice, and feel a hand grip your own.

“M-Mom?”

“Y/n. Thank heavens, you’re awake.” Your mom’s voice is strained and thick, as though she’s been crying. When your eyes finally focus on her, she’s sniffling, and her eyes are bloodshot. She’s wearing a formal black dress – did she come straight from the ceremony?

“What happened?” You croak.

“You were in an accident,” your mom says, her voice breaking. “A bad one. We weren’t sure if you would make it.”

You wince. That doesn’t make sense, and the cost of a hospital stay isn’t in your budget. “Where’s Taehyung?”

Your mother is silent for a moment too long, and you feel your chest grow tight. “Mom, where is Taehyung? He was in the car with me!”

“He… he didn’t make it. I’m so sorry,” your mom whispers. “The doctors did everything they could.”

No. “You’re lying.” Of course she is, she has to be, he’s your husband, he can’t be gone. “Don’t lie. He’s fine.”

“Y/n, baby…”

“No!” You weakly pull your hand from her grip. Angry tears form and begin to spill down your swollen, tender cheeks. “You’re lying!” Please, you beg inside your head, please be lying. Not Taehyung. He’s healthy, strong, smart, he has to be fine.

You can see unshed tears shining in your mother’s eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“We weren’t going that fast,” you say desperately. “It can’t have been bad.”

“You broke a leg and a rib, fractured your collarbone, and punctured your lung,” Your mother says quietly. “They said you were lucky to have no brain damage.”

You sit back, stunned. It’s true, you’re wrapped in bandages and the parts of your skin that you can see are black and blue. When you lift the blanket, you can see a small clear tube protruding from your chest. Still, it’s impossible. You had only been driving for a few minutes. “What happened? The accident?”

“I-It was a hit-and-run,” your mother responds shakily. “They T-boned your car and drove away. There were witnesses, but no cameras and nobody got a license plate. They put out a notice for the car.”

You swallow. Despite your injuries, it seems like you’re unable to feel anything at all. Please, no…

There’s a soft knock at the door. “Y/n?” You look up and through the dark fog in your head you feel a tinge of shock.

Standing in front of you, wearing blue scrubs and a mask, is… your neighbor.

“Jimin?”

Jimin nods. “I’m sorry for what you’re going through. I just need to adjust your IV – are you in pain?”

“No- yes.” As soon as the word escapes your mouth, feeling spills back into your body. Fuck. Suddenly you can’t breathe, your chest feels like it’s on fire, and your leg… “It hurts really badly.”

“Let me increase the morphine dosage.” He steps towards the machines and IV to which you’re hooked up and fiddles with some buttons.

Your heart feels as though it’s stopped on Taehyung. You refuse to believe it, and so you refuse to grieve. “I didn’t know you were a doctor,” you say to Jimin. Your voice sounds like a robotic copy of itself. Out of the corner of your eye, you see your mother glancing at you with worry.

“I’m not, I’m a nurse,” he replies.

“You take good care of her, you hear?” Your mom says to Jimin, clearly understanding your silent signal not to bring up Taehyung. She was lying – he has to be fine.

Jimin nods firmly, the ghost of a smile on his face. “Yes, ma’am. She’ll be up and about soon, but for now she needs rest.”

As your mom rises slowly from her chair beside your bed, she grasps Jimin’s hand in hers. “Make sure she’s okay.”

“I will.”

Once your mom leaves, your eyelids feel heavy. Your brain is foggy with distorted thoughts of Taehyung. Why can’t you remember anything? “What time is it?”

“Three in the morning,” Jimin supplies.

That surprises you. “It’s been hours.”

“It has.” “Do you know what happened to the awards ceremony?”

“The… what?”

Of course he doesn’t. Why should he? You sink as far as you can into your pillow, wishing only that it would suffocate you. It feels like there’s an all-consuming black hole in your chest, clawing at every part of you. Taehyung. Taehyung. Taehyung.

“I’m sorry about your husband,” Jimin says gravely. “I met him several times. He was a very kind man.”

“He’s not gone,” you reply stubbornly. He can’t be. “I just need to get better and get home.” Tae will be there.

Jimin pauses. “We’ll do our best.”

“Thank you.”

“The doctor will be back in soon,” Jimin adds. “I can give you something to help you sleep after.”

“Oh, you’re an angel.” After everything that’s happened, you don’t think you can ever sleep again. At least, not until you’re with Taehyung. Surely, the doctor will be able to tell you the truth.

The doctor comes in, a middle-aged Black woman who introduces herself as Dr. Greene. She walks you through your injuries and the path to recovery. “Luckily, they could have been a lot worse,” she says, eyeing your chart appreciatively. “You should be discharged in two weeks, give or take. After that, it’ll be a while still with your leg in a cast. You’ll have to come back for more check-ups. And as soon as your lung heals, we want you to start physical therapy to counteract all the bed rest. Do you have any questions for me?”

“Where is my husband?” You ask desperately. Behind Dr. Greene, you see Jimin’s face has turned stony. “He was in the car with me, his name is Kim Taehyung–”

“Your husband has passed away,” the doctor says simply, quietly. “I’m sorry.”

At last, with this authority figure having sealed his fate, you allow yourself to cry for Taehyung. Loud, animalistic sobs tear from your chest until your abused ribs and lungs can’t support you anymore and you collapse, screaming silently into hands that hurt to lift.

“Y/n…”

“It’s not fair. It’s not fair! It should have been me.” The two of you were only on your way to the dinner because of you. It’s your fault. Your fault. Your fault. “It should have been me!”

You feel fingertips lightly touch your aching shoulder. From his earlier position near the doorway, Jimin is suddenly right next to you. “No, it shouldn’t have. And it’s not your fault, Y/n,” he says.

“Grief is natural and necessary, really, for the healing process,” Dr. Greene adds. “But Nurse Jimin is right, you shouldn’t blame yourself.” She looked back at her chart. “Jimin, you’re on call for the night, yes?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Keep an eye on her pain levels. Y/n, if you’re uncomfortable or need anything during the night, press this button and Jimin will come check in on you, alright?”

You nod numbly. You don’t care. You hope you do die during the night, so you can at least be with Taehyung.

Jimin leaves and returns in what feels like both an hour and two seconds, holding a clear bag full of liquid and a bottle of pills.

“Take one of these to help you sleep. This is for your blood pressure – it’s still low – and we’ve added more morphine.”

You simply hold out your hand for the bottle, shake out a pill, and swallow it down without water. Why would you need water when the love of your life is gone?

“Remember, press the button if you need anything,” Jimin says. “I’ll be right here for you.”

“Mm.” You turn over as much as you comfortably can and almost immediately fall into a hopefully dreamless sleep.

If only you were so lucky.

The crash. The moment of the shooting star. Over and over and over again.

“Y/n! Come on, baby, wake up!” You can’t see anything, but you can hear his voice. “They’ll be here soon, you have to hang on for me, okay?”

“Help! Somebody help! No, she’s worse than me, hurry up!”

“Miss? Can you hear me?”

“Shit, he’s coding!”

“Y/n?” You feel yourself being gently shaken, and still half-dreaming, your body gives a great shudder from the accident. “I’m sorry to wake you. I just need to take your vitals.”

“Blue,” you reply, barely able to form the word. You saw it. “The car was blue.”

When you look up, you realize that it’s not Jimin, but a nurse you’ve never seen before. She pauses for a moment, clearly perplexed, before she blinks.

“Oh! You were in a car accident?”

“The car was blue,” you continue, scared to lose the thought. You’re a professor of writing at a top university, you should be able to express yourself more fluently. But your words seem to escape you before you can capture them. “License 7-H-L.”

“Oh, my… the nurse looks around before grabbing a pen clipped to her scrubs and scribbling the numbers onto a notepad beside you. “You’re a regular detective!”

“Where’s Jimin?” You ask. You don’t know this new nurse, but at least you trust Jimin.

“Oh, his shift ended,” she replies. “He’ll be back tonight! In the meantime, can you tell me how you feel?”

“I’m… dizzy. My heart…” You can hear it pounding hard in your ears, far too quickly, and leaving you lightheaded. Your whole body hurts, centralized in your leg and chest, far worse than last night.

“Your blood pressure must have gone back to normal, let me get that saline off for you. How’s the pain? Your morphine should have worn off by now.”

You wince. “Bad.”

“Okay, I’ll adjust that.” The nurse fiddles with your IV before turning back to you. “I think your mother will be here soon. In the meantime, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Actually… can you tell her not to come?” A wave of guilt tries to wash over you, but it’s overpowered by the darkness already inside. “I just want to sleep today. She shouldn’t bother.” You pause. “I don’t want any visitors.” “Ah- sure thing, whatever you’d like,” the nurse chirps hesitantly. “Oh, and… what happened to your hair?”

“What do you mean?”

The nurse points. “You’re missing a chunk of hair, I’m guessing from the accident. Hey, maybe when you get out you can try a new style!”

“Yeah, maybe.” You lay back down and stare at the ceiling, wishing only that it would fall apart and crush you. What’s the point of anything without Taehyung? But… what about your students, your classes?

The day passes in a blur, and your intermittent napping keeps you barely aware of your surroundings. You don’t dream of the crash again – it’s a blessing, but at the same time you wish you could remember the rest of the license plate. You finally awaken for real once dusk has settled on the hospital.

You press the button, and immediately Jimin is in your room. “What can I do for you, Y/n?”

You take a deep breath. “Can you please bring me a pad of paper and a pencil?” You were a teenager when your father passed away, and writing was the only thing that saved you then. Perhaps it will be your healing salve now.

“Sure, there’s paper right-” Jimin pauses beside your bed before handing you the pad of paper. “Here, sorry. And you can use one of my pens. How are you feeling?”

“Groggy,” you reply. You’re surprised by how weak your grip on the pencil feels. “Numb. It hurts, but…”

“I’ll make a note for the doctor. Don’t worry, I promised your mom that I’d help you get better. Your lung should be healing soon,” Jimin says. “But I need to change the bandages on your chest tube, if that’s okay?” “Yeah.” You forgot it was there, the clear tube coming out of your chest. It’s held in place with bandages, which Jimin carefully removes before cleaning off your skin and placing new ones down. He’s wearing a silver locket that you’ve never noticed before. It suits him, shining against his skin.

“Thank you,” you say as he finishes taking your vitals.

“I’m happy to help.”

The next week passes in a blur; between crying fits for Taehyung, assuring your mother that you’re alright, scribbling down everything on your mind, and forcing yourself to sleep simply to avoid the reality of waking hours, you barely have a second to consider your own healing process.

It isn’t until Dr. Greene beams at you that you register: physically, you’re feeling a lot better, and after a week of bed rest and god awful depression, you’re ready to try hobbling around.

“Looks like you might actually get out a few days early,” Dr. Greene says. “We’ll be able to remove that chest tube tonight.” Beside you, your mother begins crying with relief.

“Wonderful.” It’s still hard to smile, but you manage a weak attempt. Later that day, you hear a bit of commotion in the hallway, and soon the nurse brings in a huge basket of cards, flowers, and stuffed animals.

“Woah… what’s all this?” With effort, you sit up and take the offered basket. The sweet smell of the flowers is a welcome change to the cold sanitation of the hospital.

“From your students!” The nurse says happily. “Some even sent you books!”

“Aww, they’re sweet.” You flip through one of the books and notice that all your advisees have signed the title page and scribbled well-wishes in the margins of the chapters. Their kindness and love sparks your first real smile since the accident.

You spend the day reading, counting down the hours until your chest tube is removed. When you’re finally wheeled to the OR and numbed up so they can sew the hole in your chest shut, you feel relief. Your leg is still in a cast, but at least your body is fighting for you.

That night, you’re drifting off to sleep when you feel a painful tugging on your chest, right where your stitches are. “Mm?” You blink sleepily and see Jimin’s silhouette standing over you.

“Ah, Y/n. I’m sanitizing your wound so it heals well, don’t mind me. How are you feeling?”

“I’m a little sore,” you reply honestly. “It’s not too bad, though.” “Let me fix that for you.” You can see Jimin’s dark figure change something on your IV. “That’ll help you feel better.”

“Thanks,” you mumble, feeling sleep begin to overtake you.

“It’s my pleasure, Y/n.” That night, your dreams are choppy and chaotic. At one point, you dream that your body is on fire; at another, you’re back in the accident but instead of Taehyung, it’s Jimin. The sun has barely risen before you bolt upwards. “Gah!” Your throat is burning, dry, painful – it feels like you’ve swallowed sand.

It must be extra early, because Jimin is still there. He rushes to your bedside. “Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“I- who are you? I need… water…” you croak, your vision swimming before you. You don’t know who this man is, and you don’t know where you are. You can vaguely feel yourself falling backwards.

“Okay, let me get you some- wait, Y/n!”

~~~

You awaken with Jimin, Dr. Greene, and another nurse standing over you. Packed in bed beside you are several ice packs. Even so, you feel your body sweating.

“What… happened?” You manage. Your tongue feels thick in your mouth.

“You woke up with a bad fever. It’s lucky Jimin thought fast and worked to cool you down.” Dr. Greene said. “We’ll have to keep you monitored for longer than we anticipated.”

“W-Why do I have a fever?”

Dr. Greene’s brows knit together. “I… I’m not sure. We’ll keep an eye on you for the next couple of days and see if anything changes.”

Your fever goes up and down throughout the day, occasionally spiking dangerously enough that the monitors around you begin to beep in alarm. Around noon, Jimin comes in with water and a bottle of pills. He’s wearing a lopsided Santa hat along with his scrubs.

“Merry almost-Christmas. Here, take two for the fever.”

“What are you doing here?” You ask weakly. Even in your fever-addled mind, you remember he only comes at night.

“My shift changed. You need more urgent care anyways, and I volunteered.”

You swallow down the pills and nod. “Thanks.”

“Your bruises have improved,” Jimin observes, lightly touching your face.

“I guess. Fuck.” You feel the sudden urge to douse yourself in cold water. “I just want to get out of here.”

Jimin is quiet for a moment. “Have they found the car that hit you?”

“How would I know?” You feel a wave of dizziness hit you, likely brought on by a heartbeat that never seems to slow down. “Jimin, please…” Save me.

“We’ll see how you’re doing tomorrow,” Jimin says. “For now, you should stay awake. What’s your favorite color?”

“Uh, green.”

“Favorite food?” You can barely think. “Sushi.”

Jimin grins. “Favorite neighbor?”

You try to summon a chuckle. “Whichever one is saving my life.”

“Fantastic. I’ll see you later tonight. Your mother should be in here soon – let me adjust your pain meds, we kept you off of them from the fever but they might just help.”

The night feels eternal; you can’t sleep a wink, and your mother stays with you the whole night. Your fever continues to climb and although at first your breathing is rapid to cool you down, by the time the sun rises it feels as though your lungs have stopped working entirely. You don’t know if that’s normal for a fever.

“Doctor!” Your mother calls for what feels like the thousandth time.

Dr. Greene hurries into the room, Jimin right behind her. “Is it her fever?”

“No, it’s…” Your mother points wordlessly at your hands. You can’t see what she’s talking about, but when you raise your hands you see your fingertips are blue. You can’t think. You can’t breathe. You don’t care. Everything is fuzzy, so fuzzy… the monitors are beeping again, but you can barely hear them. You’re gasping for air now, choking on nothing. You can’t breathe.

“Doctor Greene,” Jimin says loudly, “I think she’s overdosing.”

“Lord, you may be right. Get the Narcan!”

Jimin darts out of the room and returns just as your eyes begin to flutter closed. Taehyung…

~~~

There’s a cliff. Taehyung is there, you know it. You just need to jump. The moment you start walking, though, it’s almost as if you’re being pulled away from the edge. No! You open your eyes. Has it been minutes? Days?

“Dear god,” your mother says breathlessly. “She’s awake.”

“How on earth…?” Dr. Greene wonders, wiping her forehead. “Jimin, props to you for your quick thinking. But an overdose? How?”

“Doctor, it’s possible that with her weakness and weight loss, plus the fact that we held off the morphine for several days, an average dose might have caused her to OD.” Jimin suggests. His voice seems to carry more authority than even Dr. Greene’s.

“Yes, perhaps… but the fever?”

“Hm…” Jimin reaches forward and prods at the stitches on your chest. You immediately flinch, your raspy voice yelping in pain. “An infection. Possibly blood poisoning.”

“You know, you really might be right,” Dr. Greene says thoughtfully. “It’s not impossible. Okay, we’ll start you on an antibacterial and switch to lower-grade painkillers.” With this note, Dr. Greene and Jimin file out, leaving you with your mother.

“Momma, did you ever find the car?” You ask, gripping her hand urgently. The owner of that car killed your husband; you want them brought to justice.

“No, sweetie, I’m sorry.”

“What about the license plate?”

“Well, none of the witnesses saw it-”

“No,” you shake your head. “I- the nurse wrote it down. On…” you point to the notepad beside you. “The first page.”

Your mother picks up the abused pad of paper, filled with random journal entries and doodles, and flips to the front. “Y/n, there’s nothing here. It’s blank. Maybe you dreamed it?”

“What? No.” You’re sure that the nurse wrote it down for you. “Check on the floor.”

After a brief but thorough search, the paper doesn’t turn up. What had happened? You can’t possibly remember the partial plate now. Shit. And even so, it was a literal fever dream – you could have made the numbers up.

“Y/n, I’m going to go for an early Christmas dinner at Aunt Ella’s, but I’ll be back tomorrow morning, okay?”

“Sure, mom.” She’s barely slept, after all.

The next several days pass and you gradually begin to recover. The lab tests confirmed your blood poisoning, and you feel more grateful than ever that Jimin managed to catch it early – it could have killed you. It’s now been more than two weeks since the accident, and finally the doctor tells you that you’ll be ready to go home soon. As Christmas approaches, you’ve heard holiday music float through the air and bows and wreaths appear in your hospital room and down the hall. Even with the holiday cheer, the loss of the license plate weighs heavy on your mind.

“Merry Christmas Eve! Time to get up and try walking around!” The afternoon nurse says cheerfully as she helps you out of bed. With your heavy green cast making your leg feel detached, you clunk around while holding the nurse’s arm. You near the window, which overlooks a parking lot decorated with dirty snow, and gaze down onto the cars. Can you ever feel safe in a car again?

“Which one’s yours?” You ask the nurse absentmindedly, suddenly struck by another bolt of grief. Her life is normal. She has a car and goes to work.

“That white one right there next to the blue Prius,” she replies, pointing. You mindlessly follow her finger, when suddenly –

Blue. You clutch at your chest and stumble backwards, nearly falling if she hadn’t caught you. “That’s…” No, it can’t be. But in your heart and deep, deep in your memory… “Can you read the plate number on that blue car next to yours?”

“Uh, it’s a little too far away,” she replies, squinting. “I think it’s Jimin,’s though, I always see him pulling in just as my shift is over.”

Jimin. “Does it look dented at all?” You manage. “His car?”

“Ah… a little? I’m not sure.”

Jimin does have a blue Prius, you know that from seeing it in his driveway every day. So why, today, did the thought strike you so violently?

“You know, I think I’m tired. I’m going to lay down.”

“Oh, okay. Do you want some water or to go to the bathroom?”

“No. I just want to be alone.”

“Okay.” The nurse looks worried, but leaves you settled back in your bed. Night falls quickly and you hear a knock on the door. Jimin lets himself in, a bottle of pills in his hand.

“Hey, I heard you’ll be getting discharged soon,” he says cheerfully. He’s still wearing the Santa hat.

Blue. “Yeah, hopefully.”

“Awesome. Well, you need to take these,” he says, shaking two pills from the bottle in his hand and handing them to you.”

“What are they for?”

“They’ll help you sleep and let your blood vessels dilate to regulate your blood pressure.”

“Mm.” You wash them down with his offered water. Almost as soon as you swallow, you feel your body rebel against you – you lean over and vomit onto the floor. The smell makes you gag and you feel everything you’ve eaten come up a second time, the stomach acid burning your throat.

“What- what did you give-” you can’t finish your sentence as your stomach convulses again. Jimin rushes over to you with a bucket and you lean into it, retching. You continue dry heaving long after your body is completely emptied, while Jimin rubs your back reassuringly. “G-get the doctor,” you croak.

“Are you going to be okay alone-?” “Yes. Please, just…” your body shivers as he gets up and leaves. What did he give you? You’re doubtless that those pills caused your vomiting. Just the thought sends you back to your bucket, although you’ve no more left to give.

“What on earth happened?” Dr. Greene says, rushing in. Jimin is close behind her.

“He gave me pills…” you gasp as your body tries to vomit again. The muscle contractions leave you feeling boneless. “They made me throw up.”

“You’ve got no known allergies on file…” Dr. Greene says, consulting a chart by your bed. “Jimin, what did you give her?”

Jimin produces a bottle clearly labelled DOXEPINE. “Just to help her sleep, she was asking for something earlier.”

Your heart drops. “That’s not-” you’re interrupted by another gagging fit. You want to scream at your body that there’s nothing left, but you can barely speak. “Not the same-” fuck.

“She must have a sensitivity to the Doxepine,” Dr. Greene says thoughtfully. “Jimin, make sure she stays hydrated. If she keeps throwing up we’ll need to keep her longer for observation.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Ngh… no…” Dr. Greene leaves before you can tell her that that wasn’t the same pill bottle.

“Here, drink this,” Jimin says, offering you a bottle of water.

“What did you give to me?” You ask, panting. As soon as the water touches your tongue you reach for the bucket, your body rejecting it immediately.

Jimin blinks innocently. “Sleeping pills.”

“Fuck off, that wasn’t the… same bottle.”

“Y/n, you’re sick and grieving, it’s understandable that your eyes are playing tricks on you-”

“No. You… poisoned me!” You summon what strength you have left and swipe at the nurse, who’s now leaning over you. Your fingers catch the silver chain around his neck, and the motion knocks the locket open.

Fluttering out of the locket and onto your bandaged chest is… hair?

No, not hair. Your hair. The color, and texture… it’s exactly the same.

You’re missing a chunk of hair, I’m guessing from the accident, the nurse had said.

Not from the accident. Almost in slow motion, your eyes travel up to meet Jimin’s.

“Y/n, you’re acting erratic.” As if nothing happened, he plucks your hair from the bed, tucks it back into the locket, and straightens his Santa hat. “I’ll have to tell the doctor to consider sedatives. Merry Christmas, Y/n.”

“No-” Your stomach contracts once more and by the time you look up, gasping for breath, he’s gone.

You spend another sleepless night in the hospital, growing more paranoid by the minute. You refuse to eat or drink anything you’re given – you’re still nauseous, and what if it’s full of sedatives?

When dawn breaks on Christmas Day, you’ve never felt less cheer. You’re concerned about Jimin; the car is surely a coincidence, but the hair? And the pills?

“Y/n?” Dr. Greene knocks on the door. “Merry Christmas. How are you feeling?”

“I want to get out of here,” you respond immediately.

Dr. Greene smiles. “We’ll see how you do moving around today. How’s your nausea?”

“Better,” you lie. Anything to leave. You can handle nausea at home.

“Wonderful. Well, Nurse Jimin will be taking care of you today, since your other nurses are off duty. Press the button if you need anything.”

You nod, shivering. Should you tell Dr. Greene? Before you can consider it, though, she’s left the room.

Hours later, Jimin pops his head in, his Santa hat crooked. The locket is still swinging from his neck.

“Hey! Dr. Greene said if you’re doing well by the end of the day, you might be discharged for tomorrow!”

You stare at him. Can he really pretend nothing is wrong? “Great.”

“Let’s get you up and walking around.” Jimin offers you his arm. At first you don’t want to take it, but your legs are too weak on your own. He slowly leads you out of your room and down the hall before circling back. You pass another window overlooking the parking lot and there, in the same spot, is the blue car. From this window, you can see much better.

“Which car’s yours?” you ask quietly.

“That blue Prius next to the white one,” he says cheerfully, pointing.

Finally, when you squint you can read the license plate: 7HLC946.

7HL. Your body stiffens. It’s the same car. Then, that means… you swivel slowly until you’re staring at Jimin, who’s still looking out of the window. He killed your husband.

He leads you back to your room. You feel frozen, and not from the wintertime. When you go inside, you hear a soft click. Your eyes widen. He locked the door.

“How are you feeling?” he asks softly from behind you.

“F-fine. Perfect,” you reply, your voice shaking.

“You know, you really have to stop getting yourself in trouble,” he says, strolling to the bed and smoothing down your sheets. Your eyes dart to the locked door. If you made a break for it with your cast, he could still beat you to it. “Every time you’re supposed to get discharged, something happens, and then who has to save you?”

“I’ve recovered,” you say firmly. Is it an ego thing? He wants credit for doing his job?

“Before, you always had your husband to save you,” Jimin says, standing. His eyes are drilling holes into you. “Do you know why he’d always see you off at the door?”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” “It’s so I couldn’t even look at you. He was always around, but not this time. And this time it was me that saved your life.” Jimin is advancing now, still smiling serenely. Your heart pounding, you back away, your cast clunking against the floor.

“It was you,” you whisper when your back hits the window. “Your car. You hit us.”

“Almost gave me a heart attack when I saw you remembered my plate,” he says now, examining his nails. “Lucky I saw it before your mother did. How is she, by the way?”

“You… you killed my husband!” Your scream is more animal than human when it rips from your throat. You’re fully prepared to leap at Jimin and take the life he took from Taehyung when he pulls out a syringe.

“Shhh…” he says, stepping forward. “What did I say about sedation?”

Your blood runs cold. You don’t want to know what’s in the syringe, or what he’d do to you if he injected you with it.

Caught between him and the window, you freeze. You have to get away from him. You turn around and swing your heavy cast at the window.

With a painful CRASH, the glass shatters. Shards fly everywhere, several of them catching and slicing your skin. You hear commotion outside and below as you shoot for the window and try to grab onto the windowsill. You nearly sob when the glass in your grip breaks off the windowsill. Almost… just like your dream of the cliff, though, you’re dragged back from the escape. Jimin locks one arm around your neck and pulls you away from the window.

You feel a sharp prick in your arm and, seconds later, your muscles seem to melt. If Jimin weren’t supporting your weight you would have fallen. Shit. What did he do to you?

“It’s for your own good, my love,” he says, carrying you to the bed and tucking the blankets in around you. Your tongue feels too heavy for your mouth; you can’t speak, and you can barely move your arms.

There’s a loud banging on the door. “Y/n! Are you alright?”

“One second,”Jimin says to you before striding to the door and opening it.

“Jimin! What happened?” The voice belongs to a doctor you don’t recognize.

“Hey, Dr. Kim. Y/n started being combative and went for the window. Luckily, I got her calmed down and back into bed.”

Help. Your vocal chords won’t respond to you. “Hhe…”

“Goodness. We should get her moved out while the window is being repaired.” “I agree, but she did just fall asleep and she hasn’t slept in a while. I suggest giving her an hour.”

“Alright, well, please keep an eye on her.”

“Sure thing, Doctor.” Jimin shuts the door and locks eyes with you.

“I’ve waited for you for a while, you know,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed. His position pins down your left arm, but your right is still free. If only you could move it. “You never got sick, or hurt. I checked. You never even came to visit.” Jimin continues smiling, but his eyes are cold. “That wasn’t very nice. It’s your fault that I had to make you come visit.”

��Stuh… you,” you gasp, forcing your head to clear. “Psy…” Let me go, you want to scream. You’re straining with the effort just to lift your head.

“I know, I know, why didn’t I just talk to you at your house? Well, your guardian was always there. But here, I’m in control. And I’m the one that can save you.”

You can sense feeling returning to your arms. If he keeps talking, it might give you more time to recover from your paralysis. Luckily, Jimin seems so relieved that he can finally tell you everything that he doesn’t seem close to shutting up.

“Do you know how many times your mother has thanked me for saving your life? How Dr. Greene said I was her favorite nurse?” Jimin caresses your cheek, becoming more animated as he speaks. “Even you, Y/n, you called me your angel.”

You try to bite him when his hand gets close, but your jaw muscles are slack. C’mon…

“And you’re right, I am your angel. I’m your guardian angel, and I’ll always keep you safe.” You can almost lift your hand. At his words, he leans in to kiss your forehead and with enormous effort, you use the same moment to lift and swipe your bloody hand, still gripping the jagged glass from the window, at him. The glass catches Jimin right in the neck and he gasps and sputters, pressing a hand to his throat as bright red blood gushes from the wound, spattering you and staining the bed. Meanwhile, you collapse, your strength entirely spent.

Jimin staggers upright, hand outstretched towards you. When he tries to speak, his voice is a mere gurgle.

“Y/n- you… no…” with that, he falls to the floor. You see him try and fail to rise again before Jimin sighs and is still at last.

How did you wind up here?

As you slump back into your bed, with him lying on the floor next to you, a hazy thought informs you that it must look like a scene straight out of Romeo and Juliet.

Although, you think ruefully, glancing down at the sharp shard of glass clenched in your fits, I don’t think Juliet would have done this.

“Merry fucking Christmas.”

#yandere society #yandere jimin #jimin #bts #bangtan #nurse!jimin #jimin x reader #park jimin #yandere jimin fic #yandere!bts #yandere!jimin

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bigwhispersbluebird · 4 years ago

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Look into my eyes, and lie: 2

Author’s Note: Apologies for the delay but here is the second part. It is written more from Taehyung’s pov.

Angst

Warnings: Mentions of cheating

Read part 1, here

Our lives eventually fell into our normal routine and when public appearances became common, the scandal which had taken over every channel finally died down.

Although seemingly everything was fine, there was a glass wall between us which was never there before. When together alone, questions would form in the back of our throats but never make it past our lips but the death of all those questions lingered like a ghost.

Taehyung was the most disturbed by this. He would often watch you when you were not noticing. His eyes would linger on every nose scrunch, every stress line, the subtle rise and fall of your chest as you breathed. He often anticipated for you to finally snap and ask him what that woman was doing in his arms that night, why had he decided to go to a bar alone. But you never did. And he didn't know whether to be relieved or scared. But he knew one thing for sure, he had not been completely honest and the truth hanged like a sword over your heads; when it would fall, it would pierce through both of your souls.

*****

Taehyung stopped Kai from getting up from his seat with a gesture of his hand, as he made his way to your office room. Last time that he had walked through these halls, his heart was barely beating, knowing that his truth would break yours. He had wanted to tell you the truth and get what he deserved. But you had given him a way out, and he had taken out; realizing that it might be the only way to hold onto you a little longer.

But he had never felt more far away from you.

Now, he walked the same halls with a plan in his mind. He had to come clean to you, he knew that. But before everything would shatter for good, he wanted to give you one day like before; one day where he was completely yours and you were his and a wrong decision was not in the way of it. He wanted to grab you from your office, take you on a cliché date, hold your hand until it felt like his own limb and kiss you until he could taste you on him for the rest of his life- because after this day, nothing would be the same again.

But all his plans came crashing down when he opened the door to your office and saw the familiar faces of his elder hyungs there. Yoongi sat on the edge of the sofa, his hands frozen in the air because of the door opening suddenly while Namjoon stood beside you, his hand on your shoulder as if calming you down.

What were they doing here? Taehyung would have asked but the look on your face told him that he did not want to know.

You looked like you had just seen a ghost, your skin visibly pale and eyes void-so contrasting from how they would always shine. You were now looking at him straight in the eyes and he felt guilty, his mind begging him to break the eye contact because it hurt but his heart too scared to look away.

“Taehyung, I think you should not be here right now”, Namjoon said, carefully, trying to find the right words for this situation but you were quick to speak, “No, he should be here. He should know what is happening”.

“Y/N...”, he managed to croak out, still scared and confused as to what was happening but he had an idea that it was related to that night.

“It is Ms. Y/L/N to you, Mr Kim Taehyung”, you interrupted, your voice now tweaked perfectly to show no emotion, your tone authoritative and formal- like he had heard you use with your clients several times. Caught off guard, Taehyung forgot what he was even going to say next, giving you a window to talk again.

“We are here to discuss how the to deal with this situation”, you said, turning the laptop screen towards him and pressing play. The video on the screen was taken from the CCTV in the elevator and showed two people pressed into each other, kissing and shedding clothing. As the video progressed, Taehyung’s colour drained from his face and he could bet that if anyone heard closely, they would feel his heart shatter. You were still watching him carefully, your eyes boring into him as if daring him to look at her and justify it all but he couldn’t.

Yoongi who had shrank back since Taehyung had walked in could not watch this happen any longer. He moved forwards and slammed the laptop shut, stopping the video in process, “You both need to talk”, he said as he moved to get up but you stopped him.

“No, Yoongi. This is not between us. ‘Us’“, you scoffed, “there is not even an us now, I don’t think there was one to begin with”.

“Don’t say that”, Taehyung could only say silently. His eyes were still fixated on the laptop and he wished he could turn back time and change the decisions he made.

Ignoring him completely, you continued, “So, now, I will pay her and the staff to not distribute this video, making sure that all copies are deleted and the involved parties sign an agreement never to bring this up again. Even if they ever do, it will be another false rumour without any proof. The end of the year shows are coming up so showing up to them with y’all will be enough for the media to know that everything is fine. After that, I will leave with TXT for their tour and it will later be announced that due to distance and schedules, Mr Taehyung and I broke up”, you had kept talking like it was just another problem of a client you had, like it was a presentation you had spent days on- not like it was the end of a relationship you had thought was your last.

“Y/N, don’t”, Taehyung tried speaking again. This time, his eyes were on yours, trying to search for one emotion even if it was anger. He could take you crying and screaming at him but this was nothing like what he had expected.

“Y/N, you should talk to him”, Namjoon suggested, “At least for the sake of closure”.

“Closure? What more do I need when the woman he slept with had the audacity to walk up to me and tell me that my boyfriend, who by the way looked into my eyes and lied about it, had slept with her, IN OUR ROOM, IN OUR BED!”, your voice was now loud and boomed against the tall walls of the room.

“I did not sleep with her”, Taehyung spoke, knowing that he had to offer some clarity.

“Lie to me again and I will forget that I ever loved you”, you challenged now closing the distance between you two and Taehyung would have stepped back had he not been so fixated on your use of the past tense. He needed to speak now, the whole truth.

“I went to club that night because I had been jealous of how much time you were spending with Jungkook. I know it was stupid and that is why I could not say anything to you but I was too drunk and you know that I don’t drink often and she was there”, he saw you squirm; your body finally showing some difference. Shock, confusion, hurt and betrayal- all emotions passed through your face till disbelief settled. He continued, “It is the truth, once we were inside the apartment. I realized that I could not do it and I asked her to leave. I swear that I did not cheat on you”, he was now on his knees. His hands holding yours and his eyes begging you.

Namjoon and Yoongi took this as their cue to slip through the door, both scared of what was unfolding in front of them.

It took you a minute to grasp everything that had come up out of Taehyung’s mouth but once you comprehended it, you were quick to pull your hands from his grasp.

“And just because you did not put your dick in her, it is not cheating? Am I supposed to apologize for being mistaken and forgive you?”

“No...”

“You think this is easy for me don’t you”, your voice now broke as if tired of keeping its composure. “Is it easy for me to look at you everyday knowing that you are hiding something? Is it easy to silence you with a kiss every time you try to talk about that night because I am scared? Is it easy to have her walk into my room and tell me that you lied?”

Tears now fell down your face mimicking Taehyung’s, you both looked defeated. You fell on the couch, letting it hold you because the only person who had held you up had brought you down the worst.

“You know what the worst part is? I wanted to forgive you. My first instinct was to forgive you just to keep you and I hate that. I hate it that I questioned my own beliefs for you. I don’t deserve that”, your voice was now low but Taehyung felt each word weigh a ton on him. He wished he could say something, something that would make it better but there was nothing to say or do. This was the end. You had said that you didn’t deserve it and he could swear on everything real and true that you did not.

After several minutes, Taehyung felt you move and come close to him, he closed his eyes and let the tears fall again, all the while trying to remember everything about you. Your scent as you closed the distance between you two, your arms as they tightened around his neck and the way your head fit in the crook of his neck.

“I wish you had not done it. That you had talked to me about it. That you had driven to my house instead of the bar and that you had not...”, your voice broke and he felt your tears fall on his shoulders.

“But I will forgive you. Not today, not tomorrow, not anytime soon. But one day when I am capable of it, I will forgive you but for that, I need to walk away from you. And from what has become of us”.

Taehyung tightened his grip on you knowing that he had done this and there was no other way this could have gone. He held on to you, knowing that every part of him would hate him for breaking the one thing he had held most precious. And when you broke free, he dropped his arms and let you move away, knowing well that he had no right to stop you.

You left the room and left him there and it took hours for him to get up and leave, his eyes on the framed picture of you two on your desk, your love still intact in memories.

#bts #bangtan #taehyung #taehyung fic #taehyung x oc #taehyung x reader #angst #breakup #cheatin #fiction

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tpwkjerii · 4 years ago

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a ghost’s melody

searching for a quiet place to study, you stumble across a seemingly abandoned library and recital hall. when you discover that you’re not as alone in there as you thought and begin to fall for the mysterious boy playing the piano, you start to wish you believed in ghosts before.

pairing: ghost!pianist!taehyung x reader

warnings: character death (not main, except for tae who’s already a ghost lol), slight angst, some cursing, kinda heated makeout session, sfw (PG-13)!

genre: fluff, slight angst

word count: 4.3k+

listen to: claire de lune and adagio for strings

a/n: first fanfic on here lol i hope it isn’t trash & pls enjoy loves!! xx

Kim’s Library and Recital Hall

At least that’s what you thought was written on the battered storefront. The building’s exterior was aged — the faded letters were peeling, the glass windows were dusty with years of negligence, the copper door handle was rusted from the elements, and the black-painted wood was chipping at the corners.

The store was a perfect match amongst the other ones along the deserted street. It was so ordinarily fitting that anyone could have easily passed it. However, it happened to be exactly what you were looking for — a quiet place to study and somewhere to potentially spend the night since your roommate decided to let you know at the last minute that her and her boyfriend would be in your shared dorm for the night.

With a small shrug, you moved towards the door and attempted to push it open. After a fourth push (that was more tiring than you’d like to admit), the old door finally creaked open. Surprisingly, dust didn’t meet your eyes as you thought it would, and with a brief inspection of the interior, you noticed that it was oddly clean — a stark contrast from its outer appearance. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that someone was diligently taking care of this place.

Paying it no mind, you moved further into the old store, basking in the silence and mildly soothing aura. The music-themed decorations and portraits of deceased musicians reminded you of your brother, and the quietness was a peaceful contrast from your hectic dorm (and, somehow, your campus library).

Before choosing a desk to work on, you checked your phone for the time.

4:37 PM

Nice, you thought. You should be able to get a few hours of work in while the sun is still up. Hopefully this place still has electricity or candles laying around. You sat down at a large wooden desk close to the storefront and pulled out your textbooks and papers, slowly beginning your studying.

You studied your notes in pure silence for 15 minutes when you heard a noise, but it was too quiet for you to distinctly make out what it was. It sounded like a scuffle, almost as if someone was walking but stopped abruptly. You turned and looked around carefully — maybe this place wasn’t as abandoned as you thought.

After looking around for a few moments and not noticing anything else, you returned to your books, although you paid much more attention to the pepper spray sitting in the pocket of your bag. Once twenty minutes passed, you slightly relaxed and hoped it was just a rodent. With a heavy sigh, you stood up from the desk and stretched, figuring that you could take a break and walk around.

With your phone in hand (and pepper spray in the other), you walked away from the desk and into a random aisle of books. You explored the various titles, noting that you hardly recognized any of them. It didn’t take long for you to realize this store was probably much older than you thought, considering that the most recent titles and portraits were from the late 1800s.

As you explored more aisles, you kept thinking of your brother and how much he would love this place you found. Yoongi always loved music and he never failed to humbly show off his natural talent at it. He once tried to teach you how to play the piano; unfortunately, you were too impatient and annoyed that you didn’t get it right away to ever succeed.

You were wrapped in your thoughts as you aimlessly walked around, now only thinking about how you would love to show your older brother this place. Suddenly, you found yourself at the entrance of a hall, and you stare in awe at the large grand piano sitting at the end. Despite its old age, it looked incredibly taken care of. The black paint was flawless and shined in the low sunlight, not a single chip in sight, and the ivory keys glimmered. You were about to walk towards the enchanting instrument when you heard the floor creak.

You froze in your tracks. That creak did not sound like a mouse, and you definitely didn’t hear anyone else enter this place after you. You tore your gaze away from the piano and turned around, your hand gripping your pepper spray. Weaving through bookshelves towards the table with your belongings, you cautiously looked for the source of the noise. But just as you turn the corner, you hear a gentle melody ring through the air.

Usually, this is the time where you would run. Or, if you were the character in a horror movie, the audience would be screaming at you to leave the store to avoid a tragic death.

But you didn’t want to run. Not because you found potential death exciting or because you wanted to piss off your imaginary viewers. But because the melody that was playing was the same one your brother spent months playing over and over again to perfect. It became so familiar to you in your home that you always associated it with him.

With a rapidly beating heart, you all but ran back to the empty recital hall. The volume increased as you neared the hall, and you held your breath as you finally approached the open doors.

“Yoon-” your whisper was caught in your throat as you made eye contact with a ghostly man. His face was devoid of any emotion, eyebags dark and defined, skin tone ghostly pallor, and eyes sullen and tainted with agony. Yet, he was beautiful. He had round feline eyes, defined jaw and cheekbones, full lips, and dark hair that fell elegantly on his forehead.

You waited as he continued playing the piece, knowing exactly when the end approached due to months of listening to it courtesy of your older brother. As the mystery man hit the last note, he looked back up at you, shock evident in his features.

“You’re still here?” he asked, his deep voice throwing you off guard.

“Y-yes, I am,” you started, finding yourself extremely nervous in his presence. You awkwardly shuffled your feet as you rambled, “I’m so sorry for intruding. I thought this place was completely abandoned, and I had no idea you were here. I’ll get going, so sorry again.”

With that, you turned to run back to your bag and get out. But he moved and grabbed your wrist at an unnaturally fast pace, and you gasped at how cold his fingers were on your warm skin. Goosebumps prickled along your arm as you looked up at him in shock and confusion.

He let go of you with a sheepish apology. “It’s just… it’s been a while since anyone has come by. You don’t have to leave,” he said, hastily adding, “unless you want to, of course! I cannot force you to stay if you do not wish to.”

A soft smile spread at your lips. This man was not nearly as cold as he looked or felt. His emotionless eyes seemed hopeful and his mouth was fixed in a boxy smile. With hope that this was fate of some sort, you told him, “I would love to stay.”

“What’s your name?”

“Me?” the ghostly man pointed to himself, oddly shocked at the question.

You nodded, adding with a small laugh, “I don’t see anyone else here who could answer my question.”

He breathed out a laugh as he answered, “Taehyung. And you?”

“Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you, Taehyung.”

He grinned at the way you said his name, and continued, “What brings you here, Y/N?”

“Ah,” you nodded and propped your arms up on the table you two were sitting at. “Noisy dorm halls, librarians who don’t care about enforcing quiet rules, and a horny roommate. You?”

His smile grew at your brutally honest answer. He hesitated as he answered, “I live here. I take care of everything.” It wasn’t a complete lie.

Your mouth parted. “Are you Kim Taehyung. As in a Kim of Kim’s Library and Recital Hall?” you joked, relieved that he found your reference amusing.

“Yes, I am Kim Taehyung. I’m relieved you find that interesting,” he responded. You grinned at the way he answered, his tone and diction captivatingly formal.

“Well, you’ve done an excellent job maintaining the interior. The outside though… that could use a bit of help,” you admitted honestly, to which he laughed heartily at. “Do you get much business?” you asked cautiously after he stopped laughing.

He shrugged, the same boxy smile still on his face. “Not much, but it’s alright. The silence is peaceful.”

You nodded thoughtfully, sensing there was more to his answer but deciding not to push it. “It is very peaceful here, and if you ever need some help around here, I’ve got more free time than I’d like to admit.”

Taehyung laughed again, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’ll consider it,” he responded genuinely, his voice growing softer for a second. “I’ll have to warn that working here isn’t as great as it may seem. It’s quite boring.”

“Pfft,” you shook your head, “boring? With the piano skills you have? I could spend all day listening to you play while I dust or shit like that.”

He basked in your ability to speak freely and jokingly with him, and at that moment he gathered the courage to ask the question that was lingering on his mind ever since you made eye contact with him.

“Why didn’t you run away when you first saw me?”

Your gaze faltered for a second, but a small smile returned to your face as you answered honestly, “I was going to run, but the piece you were playing reminded me of my brother Yoongi.”

A brief flash of shock passed on his face, luckily unnoticed by you as you continued your story.

“He used to play it so much, and it felt like fate to hear it again in this place,” you paused, looking back up at Taehyung with a sheepish smile and glassy eyes. “You see, as I walked around, I kept on thinking of how much Yoongi would love this place. Books and sheet music and portraits of musicians and silence. It’s just so so perfect for him. But, as much as I want to, I can never show him this place.”

“Why?”

“Yoongi died 3 years ago.”

[you]

goodnight yoongi. sleep well! i know you’ll do great at your performance tomorrow! mom and i will be waiting for you at the end !!

p.s. seokjin is invited to dinner next week ;)

[best/worst brother ever]

goodnight Y/N. thank you :]. treat me to some lamb skewers after?

p.s. you can text him yourself

[you]

of course, anything you want !!

sleep now, it’s already 3 am

p.s. why would i when i have you? :)

[best/worst brother ever]

ok, mom

[you]

>:(

When you turned your phone off to sleep that night, you didn’t realize that would be the last conversation you would ever have with your older brother.

The house was silent when you received the phone call.

Min Yoongi died in an accident on the way to the recital hall. A drunk driver hit his car, killing him and his friend and roommate, Kim Seokjin. The doctors did everything they could, but he suffered from too much blood loss...

You felt empty. Quiet tears escaped you as you sat in the passenger seat while your mother frantically drove to the hospital. The fresh bouquet of flowers you bought early in the morning to congratulate Yoongi on another performance well done was sitting in the backseat, the bright colors mocking your misery. Labored breaths left you as you ran to his hospital room, and you struggled to breathe when you saw his still body on the bed.

The doctor's solemn words drowned in the background as you fell to your knees. Your hands clutched Yoongi’s in hopes that he would reassuringly squeeze them again and wake up to say that it was just an elaborate prank. But he never did.

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” Taehyung whispered, offering a hand, which you gratefully took.

You shrugged, responding while wiping your wet eyes, “It’s ok. It was 3 years ago, and there’s really nothing to be sorry about. I’m not even sure why I told you.” You spoke honestly, which was odd since you barely knew Taehyung. For some reason, you felt as if you could trust him with anything.

“So what about you?” you asked after a few moments of silence. “Tell me about you. All about Kim Taehyung,” you finished with a gentle smile, your smaller hand still in his larger one.

“Well, I am 25 years old, a pianist as you saw, I grew up on my family’s farm before I moved to the city to study music with my uncle, and I eventually inherited the place we’re currently in,” he answered, his boxy smile growing as he told you more about himself.

“Wow,” you said, shocked at how much he told you despite knowing you for a short period of time. But you technically did the same.

“How did you like growing up on a farm?” you asked curiously, your hand unconsciously tightening your grip on his.

His eyes lit up as he replied, “It was peaceful. I loved the animals and spending time with my grandmother. The village was nice, too. My friends were always a few steps away,” he paused for a moment, “but when I started to play the piano that my uncle gifted me, I found my new passion: music.”

“So you eventually moved to the city to study music?”

He nodded excitedly in confirmation. “It was hard leaving my parents and grandmother,” he added. “But I tried to go back whenever I could.”

“It’s difficult leaving your family,” you agreed, unsure of what to say next. Luckily, Taehyung expertly carried the conversation.

“So Y/N, how old are you?” he asked, his boxy smile not fading for even a second.

You grinned and responded with the same tone he had earlier. “Well, I am 20 years old, I study Literature and Biology at the National University, I grew up in a city with my mom and older brother, and I found this place by complete chance.”

“You’re more interesting than I thought, Y/N,” Taehyung grinned. “And complete chance? What does that mean?”

“Well,” you started, “I was just thinking about how much I hated my roommate and dorm floor, and I somehow stumbled upon this completely deserted street. To be honest, I don’t even know where I am right now. Yet I’m still here talking to you, is that crazy or foolish of me?”

“No.” His left hand reached up to move a strand of hair away from your face. Your breath hitched and body froze as his cool fingers met your warm skin. “It’s not crazy or foolish at all,” he finished.

You melted under his haunting gaze, and you didn’t even notice how the sun had fallen outside and how the lights automatically flickered on.

Five hours.

Or at least it felt like five hours of you and Taehyung simply talking. At this point, you were really hoping he wasn’t planning on murdering you because you honestly have never met a guy this perfect. It seemed like he didn’t have a single flaw!

With each conversation and joking remark, you found yourself moving closer and closer to him until you two were thigh to thigh. Your denim jeans met the expensive material of his trousers, and both of your warm hands were covered by his much colder ones (something you chose to chalk down to iron deficiency or other potential medical conditions).

To merely say you were growing feelings for Taehyung would be an understatement — you were falling in love.

Eventually, he offered to show you around the store, considering you only really looked at the front. His hand around yours, he led you towards the back, where there were less bookshelves and more music-oriented displays. There were encased instruments, very old photos, worn sheet music, and more portraits.

“My uncle loved collecting portraits,” Taehyung said when he caught you staring at one of Jung Hoseok. “He said it was like always having a memory of someone, even if they passed.”

“Your uncle was right. Although I think pictures and a camera may be cheaper,” you teased, unaware of the slightly pained smile on his face. You looked around some more, and your smile fell as your eyes landed on a very familiar-looking portrait.

The curve of his lips, strong jawline, uneven eyelids, defined eyebrows — it was like you were looking directly at him. Your breath hitched as you looked at the inscription below the oil painting.

Kim Taehyung / 1877 - 1902

“Taehyung…” you called. He didn’t respond.

“Taehyung,” you called again, slowly turning around, your eyes meeting his panicked ones. “You… You’re …”

“Dead.”

“What do you mean you’re dead? You’re standing right here! But the portrait. Oh my god. Is this a dream? Have I been dreaming this entire thing? Ghosts aren’t real! Are you a demon? Oh fu -”

“Y/N!” he shouted, his arms wrapping around you to calm you down, his icy skin only further reminding you that a dead man was hugging you.

“You’re so cold! Oh fuck! You’re so cold! I’m so stupid!” you continued panicking, completely unaware of how to deal with this if it really wasn’t a dream.

“Can you please give me a chance to explain?” he asked, his low voice soothing you.

Begrudgingly, you nodded, and melted into his tight grip. It was hard to believe that he was a ghost when you were physically touching him, a complete contradiction of what online conspiracy theories and horror documentaries (and your biology lectures) told you.

“I didn’t lie about anything I told you. I was born in 1877 and I died in 1902. I was poisoned by another musician who grew jealous of my success. I chose to stay in the human realm as a ghost instead of pass on.”

You remained silent, needing a moment to think. Was he telling the truth? But Taehyung didn’t have a reason to lie to you, nor did he have a reason to be honest. And why was he so insistent on explaining himself? Did he have the same feelings as y —

“I’m telling the truth,” he said abruptly, sensing your inner turmoil. “I understand if you do not trust me. It would be hard for anyone living to trust me in this situation, but I want you to know that,” he paused, looking at you with such emotion that it made you want to reach out to him and take all the pain he was feeling away. “That I am being genuine because I care about you the way you care about me.”

You gasped quietly in shock.

“The last living person to enter this place was 60 years ago, and no one ever stayed,” he began sadly. “But then today, you,” he looked down to make eye contact with you, “you came in and you stayed and we talked for hours.”

As much as you wanted to comfort him, you still remained silent.

Taehyung continued, “Even when I was alive, I never encountered anyone who spoke as passionately as you, who was refreshingly honest, or who cared about what I said as much as you do. Y/N, I hope you understand that our time together today has meant the world to me, and I would never betray your trust or presence for anything in the world.

Your eyes teared up at his confession, and you barely managed to whisper, “Today meant a lot to me too.”

Taehyung let out a relieved breath and tightened his hold on you. “I may be a dead man but my feelings for you are true. I hope that you’ll accept me as I am and -”

“Tae-” you attempted to interrupt him, but he cut you off and only tightened the hug.

“And if you do not accept me, I understand,” he finished, his voice strained as he said the last two words.

“Taehyung,” you started, but he interrupted you again.

“Please, if you wish to leave do not say anything else. I fear that I might not be able to take it if you bless me with your voice and presence again just to leave soon after,” he pleaded, his hands gently holding you to his chest as you two still remained in a fond embrace.

“Taehyung,” you started again, feeling his chest tighten as you gently spoke, “Although this is all very hard for me to understand, I do accept you.” He breathed out a sigh of relief. “But,” you said sharply, and he winced at the word, “You need to explain everything for me to truly believe in you. How am I seeing you? How does this all work?”

Begrudgingly, Taehyung released the hug, and looked at you with a cheeky and fond smile. “How are you seeing me? Easy, as a ghost I can choose when I want to be seen,” he paused, “and when I don’t.” As he uttered the last word, his body disappeared in front of your eyes, and a surprised gasp fell from you.

“You! You! What the fuck!” staring as he reappeared, his body once again covering the wall behind him.

He laughed again at your shock, also finding your blunt language endearing. “It’s something all of us ghosts can do,” he said casually while you stood in shock. He continued, “I can also feel sensations like a human when I’m in this form.”

He stepped toward you again, leaving only a few centimeters between your bodies. “For example,” he started, grasping your warm hand and bringing it up to his cheek, “I can feel the warmth of your hands and how they feel on my skin.”

He dropped your hand and bent down, his beautiful face now directly in front of you. For a moment, you two only looked at each other, his strong eyes holding your curious gaze and his cool breath sending a shiver down your body. “And,” he finally said, “I can feel chills as your breath fans across my face.”

He stood fully up again, leaving you both relieved and disappointed. “I can also feel emotions just like I used to when I was alive, although I’m sure you already know that,” he told you, the boxy smile returning to his face. Your heart still recovering from the intense eye contact only a few moments prior, you could only muster a nod in response. “Would you like me to continue?” Taehyung asked.

“No,” you admitted, shocking him as he was ready to explain more.

“No?”

“I believe you, it’s difficult to, but I believe you,” you told him, your voice quiet as you looked up at him fondly. “This is all confusing as fuck, and I really don’t know what the future would look like for us but,” you pause briefly, watching as his smile grew to meet his eyes, “I have feelings for you, and I want to try and make this work.”

Taehyung grinned and wrapped you in a tight hug, the ice cold of his skin no longer sending an unnerving chill down you. He looked down and used his finger to lift your face to look at him. Wordlessly, he closed his eyes and leaned down.

Following his motions, your lips eventually met. Taehyung kissed you with gentle passion, his full lips molding perfectly against yours. His hands moved down to the small of your back, and he pulled you in tighter to deepen the kiss.

This was better than you expected. His cold lips set a fire within you, and the way he moved his lips against yours made you feel as if your chest was going to burst at any second. The moment his lips touched yours, and yours his, you knew that you could never feel anything like it again.

A moment of adrenaline seeped into you as you parted your lips, greedy for more. At this, electricity coursed through you and you felt as if a fire was ignited between you, and as Taehyung deepened the kiss the fire grew, nearly consuming you both whole.

Your lips moved in sync with his for what seemed like an eternity before he broke the kiss, leaving you breathless. He allowed you to catch your breath before he spoke, “I’ve wanted to do that ever since I saw you enter.”

“Why didn’t you?” you asked, a teasing tone evident in your words.

“It would be rude of me to walk up to a beautiful stranger and steal a kiss from them,” he answered, his hands moving to play with your fingers.

“I suppose it would be, but I wouldn’t have minded,” you admitted, making deep eye contact with him once again.

Taehyung smiled at your words, and he waited a moment before saying, “I know someone that I think you would be happy to see again. If you feel comfortable with me, I can take you to him.”

Your eyes widened, and at that moment, you could hear the same melody he was playing earlier coming from somewhere deeper in the hall. In that moment, you remember seeing the book that Yoongi had when he first learned the song, and how the composer was named Kim Taehyung.

A tear rolled down your face as you looked up at Taehyung in shock, his confirming nod causing a choked breath to leave you. Yoongi already found this place.

With the brightest smile you’ve had on your face in years, you gently grasped Taehyung’s hand. “I’ve never felt more comfortable in my entire life.”

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UTOPIA [ 3 ]

Pairing: BTS x Y/N

Synopsis: Y/N L/N, the name of the current monarch of Corea. They became the ruler after successfully ending the previous king along with the dynasty as well. In their harem, countless men are present to help balance the court’s power. However, is this truly their intentions? The palace was always a place that needs to be proceeded with caution but as time goes by, recklessness would most likely outweigh it. You found yourself unable to prosper the kingdom without being too connected to it.

HaremAu!

Warning: None

Word Count: 4.1k

A/n: Finally finished part three of Utopia. Feedback are always welcome. Anyways, enjoy 🌿.

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Focusing at the familiar sensation you were feeling on your back, you couldn’t help but let out a low groan. Satisfied with the pressure that is currently being applied, you obediently lay on the bed and let the magic occur. Combined that with the calming scent of lavender with a hint of rosemary, you couldn’t decipher whether or not if this was truly reality.

Continuing to let yourself sink into the mattress, you couldn’t help but be annoyed at the stare that you were getting.

“ A little harder on my shoulder blades?”

Feeling a heavier pressure applied to your tense shoulders, you could only sigh and not enjoy the entire experience because of a particular someone.

Despite you wanting to ignore it, luck was apparently not favouring you today. Well, you should have known that ignoring was never an option.

Hissing at a particular hard jab, you felt the pressure being lifted along with a line of apology. Little shuffles were then heard, until the person was standing a good distance away from you.

“ I… apologize?”

Scrunching your eyebrows at his tone, you were confused why he was using it. Turning your head around to meet his gaze, you offered him a curious look.

“ Do you need anything, Namjoon?”

At the mention of his name, Namjoon uncomfortably directs his gaze anywhere but you, obviously trying to avoid your questioning.

“ You seem weird today,” you commented, “ Do you perhaps have a fever?”

Quickly scanning his body, you tried to find out where the problem lies. Reaching your arm up to position it against his forehead, you tested his body temperature.

Seems normal.

While you were busy trying to come up with a potential reason, Namjoon could feel himself flushed in surprise. Stunned at what you were doing, he couldn’t help but stared at you, wide eyed.

Noticing how shocked he seemed, you removed your hand away, and chuckled.

Raising your left eyebrow, you teased, “ Why are you so stunned?”

Flinching at getting caught, Namjoon’s face continued to burn a crimson color.

“ I-I…”

Seeing how you manage to make the overly wise Namjoon speechless, you decided that it would be better to save your teasing for another day. After all, there are more important things to talk about as of now.

“ I trust that you will be more than capable of taking care of yourself,” turning around, you relax against the soft material, “ If you don’t, I don’t think that you have the ability to be by my side.”

Namjoon, a person who has been with you for years, is also a master in his own rights. Unlike Taehyung, Namjoon is well versed in the realm of medicine. Having memorized countless documents from ancient manuscripts to the most recent, Namjoon could be considered as a living medical dictionary.

With how long you have known each other, you know more than anyone how powerful Namjoon can become if he would put some effort in building his public relations. However, no one could ever be that perfect, every person has at least a flaw of their own.

“ … yes, your majesty.”

There it is again.

“ You don’t have to be so formal, Namjoon,” you reminded him, “ We, basically, have known each other for most of our lives.”

Not only has he learned many valuable information from the countless documents he had read, it had also somewhat affected his ability to be casual with others. Normally, it would only happen when he is with friends and whatnot, but never with you nor Taehyung. However, Namjoon seemed to become much more closed off the moment you guys took up your positions within the palace.

Maybe it was the difference in rank, but knowing Namjoon, he wouldn’t have cared so what’s the actual reason?

“ But, yo—“

You interrupted, “ No, I know what you are going to say… I don’t care if I am your current superior.”

Pushing yourself to your knees, you drowsily sit on the bed, still feeling the impact from earlier.

Sighing, you continued, “ Namjoon… before becoming the monarch, you were my friend first. You should know this better than anyone else, Namjoon… that our roots are intertwined.”

Hesitantly nodding at your word, Namjoon seemed to be more conflicted than before. You, this time however, waited for him to sort those feelings out himself.

The moment he called your name, you nodded and moved on, careful to not make him too uncomfortable.

Rubbing your back, you asked, “ My back is fine, right?”

“ Your back is fine. The soreness you are feeling is your body’s reaction to such an abrupt impact.”

Nodding at the reasonable answer, you reach your right hand over to your left shoulder and massage them, attempting to relieve your shoulders from its tense state.

“ Hwan is really big nowadays, she must’ve thought that she is still a puppy,” you said, finding how cute she is.

However, thinking back to earlier, your body couldn’t help but shudder at the feeling.

Groaning at the heavy weight on top of yourself, you tried to push them off but to no avail. Somewhat having an idea who this could be, you definitely have to handle it with care. If not, someone was going to be extremely mad at you.

Suddenly, you felt a chilling sensation on your left cheek, feeling a shiver wrack your body. Instinctively you brought your hand up to your cheek and wiped the substance off your skin. Wrinkling your face at the substance, you helplessly ruffled the big ball of fluff that was currently nibbling at your neck.

Purring at the feeling, it digs its head to the crevice of your neck and cuddles into you.

Normally, you would have also cuddled into the pile of fur if you were in a more private setting. However, with Taehyung screaming at someone, that scenario seemed far too out of reach, especially with you being stuck under a portable comforter.

Unable to contain your exhaustion, you let out a sigh, wondering why no one was helping you.

Am I really that cuddly? Why does everyone have to hug me today?

You flapped your arms around, silently gesturing for help which was thankfully answered by General Kim’s assistance. Lifting up the large body off you, he also assisted you on your way back to your feet.

Feeling painful pricks continuously nib at your feet, you waited for some moments to get blood to travel back to your asleep lower body.

Patting your attire to get rid of any dirty particles, you looked over to the pile of fur that was now hiding behind a certain person. You would have deceived yourself for its pitiful form if you didn’t see its excited eyes, piercing at you.

Looking up, you met the new arrival’s eyes who was awkwardly rubbing his neck, silently apologizing for his dog’s actions.

“ You should have put her on a leash!”

Taehyung, who had seemed to fully restore all his energy, was full on ranting at the person situated opposite of you, who was now pouting because of the lecture. He then looked over to you, silently sending another apology in the stead of his dog.

“ You don’t have to go that far, Tae,” you reassured him, “ Besides, Hwan didn’t hurt me. I was just taken by surprise by the abrupt greeting.”

Clapping your hands, you looked over to Hwan and signaled her to come over. While waiting for her to enter your arms, you shot Tae a soothing look, hoping to ease him up. As expected, Taehyung could only helplessly sigh and stop his ranting.

Watching your interaction with Hwan, Taehyung couldn’t help but pout. However, that was dismissed by all of you.

After having your share of exercising with Hwan, you look up and smile at the male who was proudly admiring you and Hwan the entirety of your little playtime.

Picking yourself up from your kneeled position, you walked over to the group with Hwan happily following your steps.

“ How have you been, Hoseok?” You greeted.

Smiling in return, Hoseok replied, “ I have been doing well, you’re majesty.”

Happy that he was doing alright, you threw a stick in the opposite direction, waiting for Hwan to go and retrieve it.

“ That’s good to hear. After all the mishaps within the palace, at least someone is doing well.”

“ I’m hoping that I’m not the only one,” Hoseok chuckled at your response, “ How have you been doing, your majesty?”

“ I—“

“ You definitely aren’t the only one doing well.” Taehyung interrupted, “Besides, I am sure that Y/N is doing quite well.”

Not knowing what to do, you could only shut your mouth, and tried your best to give a natural smile.

Immediately after, the atmosphere became a little too awkward for your liking.

Shooting Taehyung a glare, you silently warned him of his actions. However, not only did Taehyung not look apologetic, he even did a little ‘hmph’ to prove his point.

Lucky for you, with Hwan rushing back to the group, placing the stick in front of you, dispersing the tense atmosphere was much more achievable.

“ I’m doing fine, Hoseok,” directing your gaze to meet Hwan’s, “ Hwan is getting so big.”

As if waiting for the particular comment, Hoseok happily nodded, reaching his hand over to pet Hwan.

“ She indeed is,” Hoseok smiled, “ Though, she seemed to be a little puppy yesterday to me.”

Noticing how fond Hoseok is towards Hwan, you silently coo at how closed they were. However, that was cut short once again by the one and only Royal Consort.

“ That dog’s too big, it might even endanger your majesty’s life with its weight,” Taehyung interjected, “ Yeontan is much better.”

Normally, you would have dismissed the comparison if it was between the two of you. However, with Hoseok being here, you cannot just let him act whatever way he wants to. You knew that Taehyung did not fully intend to insult Hwan, but it was enough to offend Hoseok.

Even after your initial warning, he still decided to disobey your words.

Looks like I spoiled him too much.

Instead of repeating your previous reaction, you decided to ignore the male next to you and instead focus on who's opposite of you.

Seeing how awkward things have been, General Kim decided to intervene in an attempt to lift the tension.

“ May this servant ask the Noble Consort the reason for you being here?”

Previously nervously glancing at the bush nearby, Hoseok perked up at his title and smiled in return.

“ Originally, I did not plan to go out today,” Hoseok explained, “ However, this little rascal hasn't quiet down since last night. As a result, I figured to get some exercise while at it.”

Nodding at his response, an idea suddenly came, whooshing into General Kim’s mind.

“ If you do not mind my suggestion, your majesty,” General Kim looked over to you, “ Since the Royal Consort is training his physical body, if we were to have another person join, he would have a partner to practice with.”

Curious at what he was hinting, you urged him to elaborate.

“ To be more specific, I think that the Noble Consort would be the perfect candidate.”

Looking between the two, you contemplated at the suggestion.

Hoseok was quite agile by just how he carried himself. His moves also seemed quite sharp but with him wearing a hanbok, you can’t really figure out if it was true or not.

While you were busy thinking about the possibility, the mentioned couple were glancing at each other, too shocked to say anything. However, before Taehyung could even think about denying it, you beat him to his own game by fiercely glaring at him. Making direct eye contact with you, Taehyung couldn’t help but cowered slightly, unable to utter a witty comment. Looks like your little tiger has lost once again.

Smiling in triumph, you couldn’t help but puff your shoulders slightly, proud of winning your guys’ little game.

“ Hoseok, what do you think?,” you asked, “ Would you mind being Taehyung’s partner?”

Looking at Hoseok, you can immediately sense his nervousness and hesitation at your offer.

If you were being truthful, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have Hoseok accompany Taehyung. However, you weren’t a pushover, you wouldn’t force Hoseok to so something he doesn’t want to. Though, you still hope he accepts your offer.

“... I would be more than happy to do so,” Hoseok said, “ However, would the Royal Consort not mind my presence?”

“ Of co—“

Before Taehyung could reject the idea, you interrupted, “ No, Taehyung definitely would not mine. Am I correct, Taehyung?”

Shivering at your tone, Taehyung immediately nodded.

Satisfied with his response, you happily entrust Taehyung’s training to General Kim and Hoseok.

“ Then I’ll entrust Taehyung to the both of you,” you said.

“ Of course, your majesty.”

“ … Yes, your majesty.”

At the tone of Hoseok’s tone, you were reminded of a certain etiquette used specifically within the palace.

Pretending to be oblivious to his tone, you looked at him, confused.

“ Do… you perhaps need anything, Hoseok?”

Hoseok, realizing that he got caught red-headed, could only sheepishly nod his head.

As expected, you had to fulfill a request of his for the time he would spend with Taehyung.

Although the palace could sometimes be considered to be quite mysterious, whenever it comes to favour, there is no grey space, only black and white. If you have asked a person for a favour, expect that person to do exactly the same to you when they need it. That’s the basic rules that all need to understand when entering the palace.

If not, it’s easier to die than to live within the palace walls.

Knowing this, you had to grant Hoseok one of his requests. Though, until now, you could tell that he is not a malicious person, but it’s better to be extra cautious now that you are always the center of attention.

“ Tell me.”

Not meeting your gaze, your mind immediately branches out to various possibilities.

Maybe he wants me to get him something? Or maybe to grant Minister Jung an audience with me… Maybe he … wants a divorce.

Somehow, your heart unexpectedly tightens at the thought of Hoseok leaving. With just a few months of knowing him, you have grown quite fond of his bright personality. However, your expression still remains composed as you wait for Hoseok’s reply.

“ I would like to go outside.”

“ Hmm?”

Surprised, no shocked at his utterly humble request, you couldn’t help but let out a confused expression. You understand that this man is not like others but how is he so innocent to ask for such a thing?

Seeing your unresponsive state, Hoseok couldn’t help but be uncertain at his request, thinking that it might be too much. As a consort who serves the monarch, he technically can’t have any public relations outside of the palace so he understood that his request was quite absurd. However, he had seen the Royal Consort leave the palace a few times so he figured that it would be alright, but does have to ask for your permission first.

“ You want to go outside?”

Directing his gaze to the voice’s direction, he nodded, confirming Taehyung’s question.

“ Hoseok… you do know that you could go out whenever you want right?” You asked, “ Or was there any misunderstanding that I have yet to catch on to?”

Immediately shaking his head in response to your question, “ No, you did say that but I figured that it was only … out of politeness... I’m sorry.”

You gently waved your hand, dismissing his apologies, “ No it’s fine. If you want to go outside, then go ahead. I don’t restrict people from those types of things.”

Hoseok happily yet hesitantly nodded and thanked you. Somehow, the way you had phrased that particular sentence sounded quite off to him. However, Hoseok ignored it and thanked you for your kindness.

Nodding at his response, it seemed like the perfect time to end the conversation. And with that you went back to caressing Hwan’s soft fur.

Unfortunately, that memory was cut shorter and more abruptly than you would have liked to admit.

“ Y/N? Are you listening to me?”

Flinching at the mention of your name, you were snapped back to reality with Namjoon yelling your name.

“ I apologized. What were you saying?”

Knowing how your mind tends to drift away whenever you just experienced a dramatic scene, all Namjoon could do was helplessly sigh and restart.

“ It’s alright,” he said, turning back to what he was doing, “ This is a combination of lavender and chamomile which would help relax your nervous and digestive system.”

After he had finished combining the two scents, Namjoon makes his way to the chair nearby, settling down on it. Picking up the book on the little table nearby, he gently flipped through the pages to where he previously was.

On the other hand, you have once again lie down on the mattress, your muscles silently aching at every movement you do. Ignoring the pained feeling, you take a moment to inhale the air within the room, noticing how the fragrance was indeed different from the previous one and slowly relaxes your body.

“ You know what Hoseok asked me today in return for being Taehyung’s partner?”

“ The Noble Consort?” Namjoon questioned.

“ Mhm… he asked me to allow him to go outside.”

In response to your comment, Namjoon hummed in interest while still focused on the content of the book.

“ Hoseok, that child, sometimes reminds me of Taehyung,” you said, “ Although they have similar personalities, each of them still shine in their own way. While Taehyung is bubbly and cheeky, Hoseok is … quite innocent when you get close to him.”

“ Innocent and a child? The Noble Consort is only a year younger than you,” Namjoon replied, “ More than that, he is turning twenty-three this year.”

Rolling your eyes at his sarcastic response, you continued to breathe in the calming scent, continuing to feel your body relaxing.

Now that he mentioned that, most of the people that are within your inner circle are quite similar to you in age, with the exception of a few. Maybe it’s because all of you are so young that you guys have bonded through your high ambitions. However, even if they were to be in your age group, they still have to have similar roots as you.

So how did these people manage to befriend me when it has only been 3 months?

Deciding to dismiss the question and postpone to another day, you answered, “ I understand that Hoseok is the same age as you and is an adult. However, the way he carries himself just reminds me of a curious child, especially whenever we talk in depth about a particular subject.”

No, more like a curious child who has been deprived of the most basic education about the way of life.

Somehow, Namjoon found himself nodding in agreement with your observation.

“ Also, with how often he smiles, and so brightly even, just proves the point of how much innocence he has,” you added.

Sometimes, you envy how positive Hoseok is in any situation. Just having a genuine smile in a tense situation can brighten the entire room up. However, not many can be as positive as that.

“ He might seem innocent to you but why would a noble, who has spent his entire existence bathing in riches would suddenly go out to the dirty streets?”

Thinking about what Namjoon just said, it really truly doesn’t make sense. Hoseok, who can have all the things he wants in the world yet still remains to be so innocent and humble. How unbelievable it sounds.

Is this really the real him?

“ I’ll send someone to investigate him further,” you said, sitting up, “ They found almost nothing suspicious about him during the first round of inspection. Maybe, he is hiding something much deeper…”

“... or is working as a spy for Minister Jung within the harem.”

You nodded, expression sharpened at the possible thought. It was a possibility that you have already thought of but ultimately dismissed it after the initial investigation. However, it seems like you should be diving deeper, much deeper. In any case, preventing the worst possible outcome should always be the top priority.

Though, I hope that my intuition is right about you, Hoseok.

“ Be careful, Y/n.” Namjoon warned, “ You never know what or who is involved.”

Silently thanking him, you make your way out of the comfort of your bed and begin walking towards Namjoon.

“ Jungkook.”

At the mention of his name, Jungkook quickly opened the door and entered.

“ Yes, your majesty.”

“ Go and invite Taehyung to come over,” you ordered, “ Quickly.”

Immediately after, Jungkook then greeted you and ran out the door, feeling the need to hurry and bring the Royal Consort back with how urgent you seem.

Knowing this was not the time to question your words, Jungkook focused fully on bringing back the Royal Consort as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, you settled on the seat positioned around the center table, waiting for Taehyung.

After what seemed like quarter of an hour, your chamber doors finally opened.

Normally, you would have waited for Taehyung to even out his breath, but with the possibility of a rat within the harem, there was no time for that.

People might say that you are being too abrupt but with personal experience, how could you repeat the same mistake?

Waving your hand to dismiss Jungkook, “ You can leave, Jungkook. We’ll be fine.”

Nodding at your words, Jungkook then exited the room, knowing to leave your courtyard fully.

You gestured for Taehyung to settle on your right side while Namjoon took the seat left of you.

“ Taehyung, I apologized for suddenly calling y—”

Feeling a light gust of wind entering the closed space, you stopped yourself from saying anything further, “ Looks like we have another guest.”

Quickly standing up from your spot, you quietly make your way towards the shelve on the left side of the room, and grab your sword, that was proudly displayed on the main compartment.

Blazefury, a bonguk geom made especially for you by one of the most skilled blacksmith in the nation, maybe even wider than that.

The single-edge sword was quite long, making it much easier to injure the enemy at a greater distance. Like any other sword, the blade itself is quite sharp. With how much time you put into taking care of your sword, the blade still reflects whatever is put in front of it. The handle of the sword is a deep red, while a scarlet tassel is attached at the hilt, contrasting with the silver metal of the blade.

To say the absolute least, you couldn’t be any more honoured to have this sword within your possession. After all, the sword is a masterpiece on its own, even without having to say who brought this sword to life.

Unsheathing the sword from its leather scabbard, you pointed it towards the window opposite of you.

Smilingly, you slowly close the space between you and whoever was behind the thin windows.

Though, you do find it weird that the person is not moving even after finding out that they have been caught.

How could they be so careless to hide behind a window composed of mostly paper? To spy on me? No, there are other ways. Maybe they just want to finish me?

When you are finally in front of the window, placing your left hand against the window, feeling the rough paper on your fingertips. Gently tracing the outline of the frames, you wickedly lengthen the moment much to other’s displeasure.

To you, however, it truly doesn’t matter if you were to open the window now or later. After all, even if they want to escape, it would be too late to even move a meter.

The only thing that would make you hesitate is if the person would call for backup. You would be able to handle them all, but with Taehyung and Namjoon here, both yet to master any type of martial arts except for the most basic defence exercises. Looks like you have to prepare for the absolute worst.

Finally gathering force to your left hand, you forcefully open the window, purposely creating a large bang.

However, before you could even register what was about to come, the person in front of you dropped their weapon, silently surrendering.

While you on the other hand felt your smile getting wider, eyes sparkling in interest.

“ What are you doing here, Panther?”

Definition:

Bonguk geom - a type of sword or sword skill. It is said that the phrase ‘bonguk geom’ originated from the Hwarang of the Silla dynasty. As a result, it could even be called as Silla Sword or Singeom. Bonguk geom literally means ‘national sword.’ The appearance of it is quite similar to a katana ( I believe it is the sword used in Yoongi’s track, Daechwita but please correct me if I am wrong).

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mellie1409 · 4 years ago

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Practice day

Knock knock knock

'Y/N, it's time to wake up you hear Jin say.

As usually, he leaves the door open on a crack, through which the early morning sun rays sneak in paired with the sound of people talking in raspy morning voices.

It had been a month already since you moved in with BTS and you still didn't get used to wake up in a foreign house full with silly and loving laughters 24/7.

As you stood up to open the curtains, you stretched your back, sore from what had been weeks full of intensive dance training, to try and lift your dance level up to the rest of the group's.

You opened the window and took a deep breath in of fresh air. 'Another day, another practice and a day less to debut! ' you told yourself. Then headed to the bathroom to put on your lenses and get dressed for practice.

As the boys knew you weren't a morning person and, on the same way some people didn't liked being talked to before their morning coffee, you said you didn't like being talked to before having your contacts on as you "couldn't hear if you couldn't see".

Today, you decided to wear comfy clothes as it would be a busy day and you quickly put your hair up in a messy bun before going out of the bathroom.

You walked trough the corridor heading to the living room, but before getting there you stopped by Yoongi's room. The door was open and you saw he had been working on his music equipment on a new song. He had been working on new music whole nights since August D-2 came out.

You saw he had fallen back at sleep after Jin had woken everyone up, so you walked up to him and shook his shoulder. 'Yoongi, we need to leave in 10 minutes, Sejin is already here' you say softly.

Yoongi opens one eye to look up at you before closing it again. 'That means I still have 5 minutes of sleep, please Y/Nssi, don't tell Jin I'm still sleeping. ' he answered in a soft murmur.

Of course you wouldn't say anything after he so sweetly had asked, so when you walked in the living room ready to pack your breakfast and Jin asked you where Yoongi was, you simply answered: 'he is still saving some files from last's night work'.

Jin decided to believe you as he finished packing the 4 maknaes breakfasts with Jimin's help. On the meanwhile J-Hope approached you with a very sleepy look but fully clothed and ready to leave. He handed you a banana milk as you shook your head.

'Thanks Hobi but I have singing lessons this morning and I want my voice to be clear and fresh. ' you try to argue.

He simply looks at you and say: 'Y/Nssi, we all know you get nauseous in the car when you don't eat anything and the last thing you want is to miss a practice day right before debut right? Plus, it came right from the fridge, so I'm sure your throat will feel refreshed ' he says while putting a silly face on.

You let out a dramatic sigh but quickly take the banana milk and drinking it all at once as you were truly thirsty. J-Hope just looked at you and shook his head while laughing.

At that moment Namjoon runs into the room, with a concerned face. 'Guys, Sejin is waiting for us, but I can't find my left shoe... ' And that was the queue for the whole group to start a search expedition for Namjoon's shoe.

In the car the ride is silent, everyone still too tired from waking up early to talk. But this silence is interrupted by Jin.

'Sugassi, did you get to save the files on time before leaving?' He asks with a funny voice.

Of course, Suga didn't know that was the excuse you had given Jin for his lateness. So his answer was just: 'Huh? Which files?'

And like that everyone started laughing and the silence was broken and interrupted with all class of chattering while the manager, Sejin, drove around Seoul, with a smile on his face.

First thing you had to do today was a singing lesson with you vocal teacher. You went to the studio to find Ms. Kim Sungeun already there. As you were a foreigner, she allowed you to call her by her name, but, in front of other people, you had to keep the formalities.

'Sungeun, good morning!' you chirp happily.

'My my, you are so happy today! I see you haven't forgotten about what day it is today' she says smiling.

Of course you hadn't, tonight you would be recording you favorite song of the playlist: louder than bombs. You had been waiting so long, and today finally was the day.

With the excitement that kept you jumping up and down you started practicing.

You were about 1'5 hours in and you had gotten to the adlibs part of the song. These were improvisations you had to make around the main vocals to make the song have more melodies. Because you were knew to the world of singing, Sungeun had prepared some adlibs for you to try out.

You were shy at first, but Sungeun kept encouraging you to sing louder and louder until your inner voice came out. You continued like that for 5 more minutes.

Right as you were on one of the highs the door opened at once, a surprised face appearing in the opening. You look startled at Jungkook as Sungeun turns off the music.

'Are you the one signing Y/N?' he asks. You nod shyly as his face lits up. 'WOW I didn't know you could do that!!! I mean I knew you are and exceptional singer, but this is more than that Y/N, this is inborn talent!!!! '

You let out a shy but happy 'thank you' as you start to blush. At that moment, Jungkook steps in and closes the door.

'Let's try to harmonise to this song' he says while getting a enthusiastic nod from Sungeun.

And like that, the most fun vocal lesson of your life continued. Harmonizing with Jungkook to the rythm of Louder than bombs.

After that you have Korean lesson with a different teacher, as you were fluent, but still missed some nuances of the Korean language.

When you finished the lesson you walked to the end of the corridor. There was a small kitchen and dining room where the groups had to cook in if they didn't want to go to the cantine in the first floor.

You sat on the only round table in the left corner of the room and took out your Korean books. Your teacher had given you a lot of homework and you knew you would be staying up until late already today, so you didn't want to add up homework to the mix. So you chose to study instead of eating.

Ironic isn't it? You thought to youself. 'I thought I had gotten out of studying when I chose for the idol life and yet here we are. Studying my ass off to be able to achieve my dream. ' You laugh innerly at yourself before starting to make the exercises the teacher had given you.

3rd person pov

What Y/N hadn't realized was that making homework in a comfortable sofa after being sleep deprived wasn't the best idea. Before she could even realize it, she had fallen asleep, lying on the sofa, invisible for anyone that came in, except for her feet.

And that's what exactly happened. The TXT members that had just finished their dance practice and had some spare time to eat walked noisily in the room. No one noticed Y/N until Yeonjun stopped at once in his track.

The others members looked at him surprised asking why he had stopped so suddenly. But he shushed them at the same time he pointed at your sleeping figure, or shall we say, shoes? Once they were aware of the situation they lowered their volume as they made their way to the small kitchen to the right.

It took not long until the air of the room was filled with the smell of ramen being cooked and melted cheese on top of it. And this was enough for Y/N to wake up with a rumbling stomach. She looked confused around her and we she realized the TXT members were there, eating while standing so the wouldn't get her books dirty, she quickly stood up and started tidying up the table.

'I'm so sorry, I didn't realize you guys were here and that I had fallen asleep' she said in an apologetic tone.

'Don't worry' Hyuning Kai says happily while sitting down next to you with a full bowl of instant ramen. 'We understand how hard it so to be about to debut. ' he continues while shrugging.

One by one, the other members start sitting around the table until only Soobin is standing up. Looking around to see why it's taking him so long, a smile suddenly appears on Beomgyu's face.

Soobin has prepared two ramen cups, one for himself and one for Y/N. As he walks up to the table being careful not to spill the how contents in the paper cups, he says: 'Here you go, Y/N. I thought you would be hungry as you haven't eaten and you need to stay strong before debut. Forget about the diets, no one is going to say anything, right boys? '

They all quickly shake their heads, agreeing with their leader. So you happily enjoy the cup of ramen Soobin had prepared you while having some fun talks with the other TXT members.

End 3rd person pov

When you finish eating, you say goodbye to TXT and head off to the dance practice room.

Today you would be practicing the dance to Dyonisus, as you had been doing for the past few days.

When you came in, all the boys were there already. You fastly bowed as an apology for being late, but Jimin quickly sneaked you in before anyone could realize you were late.

'Y/N! I hadn't realized you were here! ' Taehyung says while looking at you together with Namjoon.

'She's pretty quiet today, right Y/Nssi?' Jimin lies.

You get to choose the warm up song as always. And as always you choose the same song you had been obsessed with since the first dance practice you had had together: Daddy from PSY.

Of course the first time the boys saw you doing the dance, they were quite surprised as you had always been pretty shy while dancing and the song's dance was quite explicit. But it took Taehyung no time in joining you. And this time it was no different, everyone becoming hiped up. Flying pulls and jumpers announcing that you were all well warmed up.

The practice started and it was going very good. To the happiness of a strict J-Hope and Sungdeuk, no one messed up and you got to rehearsing the end of the song quicker than any other day.

But then, it happened. You were all supposed to step on top of a table for the ending. Right as you were about to do it for the 12th time, you legs gave up and you fell on your butt. Collective laughter filled the room as you, more embarrassed than hurt, accepted J-Hope's help to get up.

It was quickly decided that it had been enough practice for the day as well as that the table would be lower to accommodate your shorter stature.

As you were cooling off, you couldn't help but blush at the recent memory of you falling of the table. Taehyung saw you and came to give you a comforting hug telling you it had also happened to Jimin a lot, because of his short legs. Of course, the latter heard this and started chasing Taehyung around the room trying to playfully hit him and scold him. You laughed and completely forgot about the incident as you got your things and watched the Tom and Jerry game they were playing.

Last thing of the day before heading off was recording your part of the song of Louder than bombs. As you enter Namjoon's studio, you start to get nervous. This is your first full vocal song and the first time you will be doing adlibs. Namjoon notices and gives you a reassuring smile while setting everything up.

You go into the room that is connected to the studio by a glass door and stand in front of the microphone.

In the beginning, you feel anxious and your voice isn't full. But as Namjoon's patience never ends you start to grow confident and your inner voice starts to come out.

You sing the song with your full heart and it isn't until Namjoon has come into the recording room and is hugging you, that you realize you had been crying. This is a very special song to you, the mening being it always hit your sensible spot, so it wasn't strange that singing it triggered such a reaction in you.

As you sobbed uncontrollably into Namjoon's chest, the tiredness and hunger of the day getting to you, Namjoon spoke softly: 'It's okay, it has also happened to the best of us. No need to worry. You are just tired probably and this is quite an emotional song. Why don't we stop for today? Hmm? '

'But the adlibs... ' you say while sniffing.

'Don't worry about them, we can record them tomorrow. Why don't we order some take out and eat it here only the two of us? ' he says cheerly.

You of course don't mind being with the other members, but sometimes it got tiring having to show that you were good, that you were the best and that's why you had been chosen to debut with the biggest boyband of the world. Being able to show your vulnerable side to Namjoon felt good, and you didn't mind being able to do so some more time.

'That sounds like a great idea' you answer with a soft smile having fully stopped crying by now, the thought of food helping to your emotional state.

After having ordered some fried chicken (that will totally skip the diet you you were supposed to follow, but never did as you were a rebel), you sat down on Namjoon's studio's sofa, waiting for the delivery to come.

Namjoon looked at you and spoke up: 'Y/N, I know you are under a lot of pressure joining us into this crazy journey. But please, let us take care of you. You are after all the maknae and our little sister. So don't worry about trying to show us you are worth it, just do your best for yourself. '

This took away all your worries of the past few weeks that hadn't let you sleep well, worried about you daily performance in front of them, the mask you had set up to always show your happy side and never you worries. And as you ate the chicken that had finally arrived, you told Namjoon about all your worries and problems.

#bts #kpop #baby mochi #bts army #bts jungkook #bts suga #j hope bts #rm bts #golden maknae #good boy #bts jin #bts jimin #bts taehyung #bts 8th member #bts female member #bts female addition #kpop female member #bangtan sonyeondan

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jungshook69 · 4 years ago

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Love is a myth :: 04 (Finale)

DISCLAIMER: This doesn’t represent the members’ actions or the army’s actions in any manner it’s pure fiction. This is an original work, do not copy. The taglist is open if you want. Taglist is now closed.

WORD COUNT: 4.8K words (it’s the finale y’all don’t look at me like that)

MAIN PAIRING: musician! Yoongi X waitress! female reader

SIDE PAIRING/S: Jungkook X female reader ; Taehyung X female reader

GENRE: FWB! au ; Strangers to lovers! au

WARNINGS: Implied smut (Forgive me cuz I suck at writing it, no puns intended) ; Mentions of alcohol and smoking (I do not condone smoking) ; Profanity ; Mentions of infidelity ; Heavy angst ; Self loathing (Namjoon’s about to wack me in the head with his slipper) ; I apologize in advance if there’s any spelling errors.

SUMMARY: "You covered your bare form with the silk sheets beneath you, as you watched him walk out your door without a word." // "Love is a myth. All that existed between you two was pure lust." // "The last rule was if anyone of the two of you caught feelings for the other, the deal would be off."

SERIES MASTERLIST: Trailer » Meet the cast » Chapter #1 » Chapter #2 » Chapter #3 » Chapter #4

STATUS: Complete

You were even more motivated than ever to get ready for that blind date. Your fight with Yoongi from 4 hours ago was still fresh in your mind. You needed to get your mind off of things, and this date provided the perfect escape. You looked down at your phone that flashed with a new message.

New message from ‘Michael “Jackie”-son’(2):

‘Dress in something fancy’

‘Address: XXX, 47th street’

After ripping through every dress in your closet, you finally settled on going for a sleek, deep wine-coloured, silk gown that hugged your curves, but also loosely flowed to your feet. A slit ran down your left thigh up to your ankles through which your black lingerie stocking was sticking out. Yes, you’d chosen black lingerie for the night. It was the one you felt most confident in. Your hair was pinned into a simple, elegant, low bun, some loose strands of hair framing your face. You wore a simple chain choker, some elegant bracelets, shiny black pumps, and tiny pearls on your ears. Your lips were tinted in a gorgeous wine-shade, and your eyes were lined with a black liner. You knew your bear arms would feel cold, but you felt confident in your looks for once. But sadly this much reminded you of how your mother would dress. You pushed all these thoughts aside and grabbed your clutch, before you could make a tardy first impression.

You stood before the building, drinking in the beauty of the exterior. You weren’t too surprised as you had worked at a 5-star restaurant for the majority of your life, but you were fairly nervous as you had never been on the receiving end of such ambience, ever since you had run away from your family’s wealth when you were 16.

You walked in and were immediately greeted, “Good evening ma’am, how may I help you?”

“Ummm… I have a reservation for two under the name Mr. Kim?”

“Okay, I’ll check that for you.”

You looked around and observed the luxurious decor of the place while the hostess went through the registry. She finally cleared her throat and spoke up, “Yes ma’am, Mr. Kim has been here for 2 minutes already, if you follow me, I shall take you to your seat.” She said smiling.

Your palms start sweating as you follow the hostess to your table. Why were you so nervous? Was it because he was rich? Was it because he’d treated you to such a fancy place just for a blind date? Was it because you were afraid to break it to him how you were only expecting to have a good time, and not a committed relationship?

Your brain most definitely started malfunctioning when you saw the hostess motion you towards a man sitting at what you presumed was your table. You took small strides as you made your way over to the intimidating man. He pulled back your chair for you and seated himself in front of you.

And when your friends said this man was devilishly handsome, they weren’t exaggerating. His skin was clear and almost glowing. He was dressed in a fitted black blazer and trousers to match, along with a classic white button down underneath. His eyes were deep and intriguing, making you want to sit and stare into them all day. His lips were perfectly curved and looked inviting. You noticed two cute moles, one below his lip, and the other below his nose. His hair was a gorgeous jet black and was gelled back. A single strand cascaded on his forehead making him look even more suave. His poise held confidence, his shoulders held high, which seemed intimidating enough to you.

“Good evening Miss. Y/N.”

You thought his looks had attacked you enough. But that wasn’t the end of it. It’s when he spoke that you melted. His voice made goosebumps travel down your spine. What had you gotten yourself into? There’s no way this man was going to give you just a night of fun! What was Jackie thinking?

“G-Good evening Mr. Kim.” You said trying to cope with his formalism.

“Can we drop the act?” he asks, your eyes widening in surprise.

“Pardon?”

“I meant I know I’m intimidating, but like this is a bit much isn’t it?”

“Wha… but you…”

“Jackie said, and I quote, ‘You got money right? Flaunt it!’.” He says smiling.

“Oh god.” You say trying to hold back a smile and failing.

“Sometimes I wonder how Mark tolerates her.” He says giggling.

“They do love each other a lot.” You say sighing.

“Hey ummm… Y/N?” he says.

“Yeah?”

“Wanna get out of here?” he asks, eyes shining.

You were sweating and panting as you held onto his shoulders.

“Taehyung, go slower, you’re killing me!” you yell out.

“Jeez what are you? 60?” he scoffs.

“Ayy you try walking in my heels!” you roll your eyes.

You were both currently walking up the stairs to an old skating rink that overlooked the entire city. Taehyung held a takeout bag with 2 simple diner style burgers in them, while his other hand was clasping yours, helping you get up the last flight of stairs. You finally reached the spot he told you about and gasped at the sight you saw. You could see the entire skyline from here and it was a gorgeous sight to enjoy while eating the perfect comfort food.

You both sat down and Taehyung handed you your dinner. “I much prefer these burgers than some expensive ass Pacific Bluefin tuna.” He says with a mouthful of food.

“I’m surprised at how humble you are.” You say sincerely.

“Yeah, the key is to never forget your roots.”

“Sometimes people need to forget their roots…” you whisper unconsciously.

“What?” he asks.

“Uhh… the burgers are delicious.”

“I know right? Mark doesn’t like them.”

“Well Mark can go jump off a cliff.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” He said smiling wide, as you admire his beautiful smile.

“To be honest I never thought you’d be such a breath of fresh air when I first saw you.”

“I tend to leave such a first impression.”

“Umm… actually… I just wanted to clarify.” You say as you finish your burgers. “I don’t wanna lead you on. I’m not looking for anything serious.”

“Well you’re lucky, because I’m not either. I tend to travel a lot. And I tend to fool around here and there and not stay emotionally grounded with anyone.” He says shrugging.

“I hate commitment too. I just like to have a fun time.” You murmur.

“Want me to show you a fun time?” he asks smirking.

30 minutes later, you were back against the wall of your apartment, as your lips were engulfed by Taehyung’s. His tongue felt hot, clashing against the walls of your mouth, as you shamelessly moaned into the kiss. His blazer had long been discarded on your floor, and your hands were tangled in his soft black hair. His hands roamed on your body rather daringly. His hands travelled up the length of your leg, causing goosebumps across the skin of your exposed thigh. His long fingers gripped around the meat of your thighs before he lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gripped onto his shoulders to balance yourself.

The kiss was sloppy and heated with none of you willing to stop for breath. His hands undid your hair and let your curls fall around your shoulders. His fingers thread through your long locks and he pulled on your hair, biting your lip as he broke the kiss. “You’re gorgeous.” He murmured shakily. You gave him a sly smirk and pulled his neck, connecting your lips again. He broke apart again, and stared into your eyes. His deep brown orbs were completely blown out, drowning in lust, and you were sure you matched it with the same darkness in your eyes. His voice was breathless as he said, “Why is the god damn zipper so tiny?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his urgency. “What’re you laughing about?” he asks furrowing his eyebrows.

“It’s just you sound like those guys who struggle with a bra clasp and end up giving up in frustration.” You laugh out loud.

“Oh I’m not giving up. You best believe I’m getting that god damn dress off of you.” He says, his voice husky.

He turned you around and dropped you on your bed. He climbed over you, his leg landing between your thighs, his hands working on taking off your dress. He devoured your lips with an almost animalistic hunger when he’d finally exposed your lingerie to him.

Your chest was heaving as you stared up at the white ceiling fan. You had a déjà vu from about 2 weeks ago, from one of the many nights with Yoongi, where you had watched him leave after satisfying both your needs. You turned your head to see Taehyung’s angelic face next to you, as you catch his eyes already on you.

“Why’re you staring at me like that?” you ask smiling.

“I’ve slept with a lot of people ‘for fun’. But trust me when I say I’ve never wanted to stay back and cuddle as much as I do with you.” He says sighing.

“Don’t fall in love with me Kim.” You say rolling your eyes.

“It’s next to impossible, but I’ll try.” He says sarcastically, receiving a playful nudge from you in response.

“Pillow talk has never been part of my routine…” you speak out, sincerity lacing your tone.

“Me too…” he whispers and what he does next shocks you. He places his head on your chest, his face burying into the crook of your neck, and his arms wrap around your waist, sending shivers across your bare skin.

“W-What’re you doing?”

“Don’t think about it too much, just relax.” He huffs out, his breath running against your warm neck.

You relax under his touch and involuntarily find your hands wrapping around his head as you nuzzle him closer. You let out a shaky breath as this reminds you too much of your college boyfriend. “Do you have to leave tomorrow?” you ask in a daze.

“Sorry but yes… but I have a feeling I’m not gonna lose contact with you like I do with other people I sleep with…” he said smiling.

“Me too…” you say letting your tired eyes flutter shut.

You wake up to a different sound everyday it seems. Today you woke up to the sound of what sounded like empty plastic bottles falling. Your eyes met with Taehyung’s, who came stumbling out of the washroom. “Sorry if I woke you up, I accidently dropped the shampoo bottles on your counter.”

“No it’s okay.” You say smiling as you got up and put on your robe onto your naked form.

You watched Taehyung, as he was folding the sleeves of his white button down to his elbows. His hair cascaded over his forehead in a messy, but still intimidating manner. He looked up at you as he grabbed his coat. “Well I should get going, my driver’s downstairs.”

“Oh okay…” you murmur softly.

He walks up to you and lifts up your chin ever so lightly. You meet his warm smile and you instantly melt. He leans in and lands a soft kiss against your lips. “I left my number on a note on the night stand. Promise me, we’ll stay in touch.”

“Sure.” You say sighing, with a sad smile.

“Hey, I meant to be friends, not for just hooking up again…” he says chuckling lightly.

“Oh…” your eyes were wide.

“Well I have to go now, bye Y/N I had a great time…” he says walking away, his hand slipping from your hold.

You watched as he left your place, and you went to take a shower. Somehow this time when you heard the familiar click of the door, you didn’t feel hurt. Even though Taehyung was gone, you didn’t feel sad. Did it have anything to do with the affection he had shown you, besides the lustful sin you had committed?

Yoongi walked up the stairs of your building. His hair was a mess, his eyes were swollen from not getting enough sleep. He didn’t like the way he had yelled at you yesterday. He wasn’t in the right mind and he was just angered when you had told him that the memories he held dearest to his heart were a mistake. He finally reached your floor at 9 am in the morning, hoping he could resolve a few unspoken issues. Confrontation was always Yoongi’s go-to method.

But Yoongi stopped in his tracks when he saw a man with tussled dark hair close the door to your apartment. He could only assume the worst by the sight in front of him. The man passed by Yoongi, bowing out of courtesy on his way to the stairs. All his obsessive thoughts started coming back to him. Maybe you didn’t want to go back to being friends. Maybe you should stick to the deal you had made. The slight bit of confidence Yoongi had when he was making his way to meet you was wiped away as he turned on his heel and made his way towards the exit.

He needed some time. You needed some time. Alone.

The next whole week had gone by in a blur. Yoongi was procrastinating on whether or not to talk to you, ultimately deciding against it. You had continued to ignore Yoongi’s presence in your workplace the whole time. He didn’t walk you home every night since. You had also begun texting Taehyung from time to time, and you both had settled on being just friends, since you learned you both much enjoyed each other’s goofy side. Your life was in a constant loop, going to work, ignoring Yoongi, reaching home, and sleeping, only to repeat the same schedule every other day of the week.

But today was a bit different. It was a Saturday night, and tonight was important for you, and every other employee. Tonight, all the heads and managers of the other branches of this ambiguous chain of luxury restaurants, were here to dine. Along with the CEO of this chain. You knew you were a waitress, but you had assisted in cooking tons of times before. Tonight they had all the experienced heads, like you assist in cooking, while they assigned the newly trained rookies as hosts and hostesses. You were all told to be super attentive and to make your nerves worse, you were being supervised by your head chef and manager Kim Seokjin.

But the timing was completely wrong. Today your thoughts about your personal life were unnecessarily heightened. Seeing Yoongi working his fingers across the monochrome keys of the sleek black piano, he himself being dressed in an all-black suit and shirt tailored to be strained across his firm chest, was extremely distracting. You tossed the meat into the pan, aware of the powerful gaze of Seokjin standing in the corner of the kitchen.

You tried to vaporize the alcohol by doing a simple flambé. You had done it tons of times before. You tilted the pan so the fire could catch the alcohol and a flame could erupt in your pan. But your mind being lost elsewhere you were shocked when the flame came on, and failed to move out of the way in time, burning your exposed forearm in the process. You yelped in surprise and pain as Maya took the pan from you for relief.

“Chef, focus! This is no time to slack!” Seokjin’s voice rang through the loud kitchen.

You huffed in annoyance and took the pan back from Maya explaining to her you’re okay, and began tossing the meat, ignoring the searing pain in your arm and the mark that was beginning to darken. As soon as all the dishes were made, you were given a 5 minute breather, till you waited for new customers to arrive. You stood in the corner, your hands cupping the burn on your hand in pain. You looked up in surprise when you heard a slam on the table in front of you. You watched Seokjin walk away, as you looked down at the ice pack he had left for you on the table. You couldn’t help but land a small smile as you iced the burn on your arm.

It wasn’t 10 minutes later, and you were already pan frying zucchinis and slicing cherry tomatoes. Your break had barely lasted 2 minutes, before you had been called in to make a very important dish for the CEO’s family which had just arrived. “Move it! Move it! We don’t want to keep Mr. Kang waiting!” you heard Seokjin clap his palms together.

What didn’t help your sense of urgency and added to the pressure was Yoongi entering the kitchen, as he stood in the corner having a chat with Seokjin. You knew that they were close, but you never knew Yoongi was close enough to lay a hand on Seokjin’s shoulder like that. You immediately placed the dish onto the counter, your mind distracted by Yoongi’s presence.

Before you knew it there was a sharp call of your name leaving Seokjin’s lips. “CHEF Y/N?!”

You rushed towards the counter, scared out of your wits. You watched as Yoongi’s eyes met yours in a sense of panic. “Y-Yes Mr. Kim?”

“DID YOU DROWN THIS SALMON IN THE PACIFIC OCEAN AND PLACE IT ON THE CEO’S PLATE?”

“N-No sir…”

“IT’S SALTIER THAN THE BOTTOM OF THE PACIFIC! YOU KNOW WHAT COULD’VE HAPPENED IF WE SEND THIS PLATE OUT? YOUR HEAD IS NOT IN THE GAME CHEF! WE DON’T HAVE ROOM FOR AMATEURS IN THIS ESTABLISHED CHAIN!”

“I-I’m sorry sir…” you said trying not to let the humiliation get to you.

“You are one of my trusted employees so this is a warning, but if this happens again, I’m gonna have to let you go, you understand that chef?” Seokjin finally calms down and says.

“Y-Yes sir…” you feel everyone’s eyes on you.

“Retire for the night chef. You’re too distracted. We’ll fill in with someone else. You can leave.” Seokjin announces before leaving the kitchen. You take off your apron and before any of the others can ask you any questions, you stride out the back door. You sit down on your heels in the dark alley and hold your head and pull on your hair in frustration.

Damn you Min Yoongi.

Your cheeks stained with long gone tears, you held a cigarette up to your lips, as you tried to calm yourself down. You heard the door to the kitchen creak open.

“Don’t try to ask me if I’m okay Jackie because frankly I’m n—” you speak out without looking.

“The name’s Yoongi, Min Yoongi. Not Jackie.” A low voice echoes down the walls of the alley.

All you can do is let out a huff of frustration and crush your cigarette under your shoe. “What do you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you… just wanted to check on you…”

“Since when do you care about my feelings?” you ask rhetorically, not expecting an answer.

“Since last month I suppose, since when we walked to your apartment that night.” His straight forward answer surprises you.

“What are we doing Yoongi?! What the hell is going on with us?!” you ask frustration lacing your tone. “We’re supposed to be fuck buddies. And we haven’t even had sex in 2 weeks! And before I know it, we’re sharing deep secrets with each other and talking to each other like we’ve known each other for years, and kissing each other like we’re in love—”

“Because I am in love.”

Yoongi stops your little rant and shocks you with his words. You weren’t expecting such a direct answer to leave his mouth. You stood up, brushing out your skirt and muttered softly. “W-What?”

“You heard me. I’m in love.” He enunciates.

“But why?” you ask, oblivious. “I’m damaged goods. I’m toxic. We both are in a toxic relationship.”

“But I’m willing to work to fix that.” Yoongi says with soft eyes. “I want to fix that gaping hole that the bastard left in your heart 6 years ago.”

“Listen I really like you too, but I don’t want to… hurt you…”

“You would never intentionally do that…”

“I-I’m not ready…”

“I’ll be here for you when you’re ready. This is new to me too! We can work through it together, please Y/N just trust me.”

You sigh loudly. Before you could think you grabbed his collar and landed a kiss on his lips. He stumbled, but eventually his arms snaked around your waist, holding you so tight, afraid to let you go. You broke the kiss and looked into his beautiful deep brown orbs. “You really wanna do this?”

“Yes.” He smiles and lands a small peck on your cheek.

You smack his chest playfully and say, “You’re creeping me out, what happened to the Yoongi who could never even give me a straight compliment?”

“Well I’m afraid someone changed him…” Yoongi says after thinking.

“Oh really? Who may that special someone be?” you smirk playfully.

“This woman at work. I’ve known her for 4 years, but never got around to talking to her until about 2 months ago.” He says chuckling.

“Wow what a coward.” You scoff.

“Well I don’t care, because I proudly simp for her now.” He says, his precious gummy smile making a rare appearance.

You tug his collar, and smile as you look into his eyes. You lean in painfully slow, your breath ghosting his lips, but never coming close enough to touch them. “Quit playing me like that.” Yoongi whines making you giggle.

“Well maybe I should—”

“Miss. Y/N— oh sorry, please meet me inside, I need to have a word with you chef.” Seokjin says from behind the door.

You immediately shove Yoongi away and walk back into the restaurant, your cheeks on fire. “Yes sir?” you say once you’re inside facing him.

“I’d expect you to be a bit more professional. I didn’t peg you as the type of person to have a romantic rendezvous behind your workplace, but go off I guess.” He sighs. “Well getting to the point, I just wanted to say that, please maintain your work ethic. Your professionalism is something I’ve always respected, and something that made you stand out in this field. And I’d love to keep you in this kitchen, so please focus on your job.”

“Yes sir.” You say softly, feeling a bit relieved.

“And… I apologize for over reacting a while ago. I was not in the right head space. It’s just the CEO never stops pestering me on the tiniest details, and I wanted to prove him wrong, and show him that I can run this place. So if he received an overly salted plate, he would hold that against me my whole life.”

“I understand sir. You don’t need to apologize. I’ll be sure to maintain my work ethic and never make a careless mistake like that again.” You say smiling.

“Great. Well have a good night chef.” He says before bowing in courtesy and exiting the empty kitchen. You noticed that all the dishes had been done, so you went back to grab your coat and exited the restaurant to your new life waiting for you in the dark alley.

You were pretty sure you made the cab driver uncomfortable, but it’s nothing he hadn’t seen before. You both had long forgotten the sweet kisses and passionate hugs you guys had given each other merely 30 minutes ago, when you confronted each other, and now you were busy devouring each other’s lips, your tongues twisted in a feverish make out session.

You stumbled into a familiar apartment, not yours, but in fact Yoongi’s. It had been 3 weeks since you’d last been here. You wasted absolutely no time as you both hurriedly discarded all your clothes onto the floor. Yoongi gripped your hip, with enough force to bruise it, as he lifted your form across the house and dropped you onto his bed. You drank in the familiar scent of Yoongi’s sheets around you, and the sight of a hovering Yoongi above you. His eyes mirrored yours, drowning in lust. His hair was disheveled and he looked at you with hunger. His lips landed on your neck, as you tilted your head the other way to make room for him to explore as much as he could. His hands ran along your sides as your hands raked his back. Your eyes fluttered shut, as you let out an uncontrollable moan, when you felt his teeth nip into the skin at your collarbone. You felt his warm tongue lick the mark he had made on you, as he continued his way down your torso.

“You sure you wanna do this?”

“Bitch, we’ve fucked 15 times before!” you laugh out loud.

“Jeez woman, I’m out here trying to make it romantic, and you just rail me like that?”

“Just shut up and do it. I need you right now.” You whine, which seems to turn him on.

Your eyes flutter open and you’re surprised that you aren’t woken up by any displeasing noises. The sunlight partially blocked by the semi see-through blinds, cast a dim light in the room. You found your head resting on Yoongi’s chest, a soft rhythmic breath leaving his chest, sounding like music to your ears. Your hand laid across his naked chest, while his hand was wrapped around you, his palm laying across your bare back. You yawned and suddenly flinched when you felt Yoongi’s lips on your forehead.

“Good morning.” He said, his voice raspy and gruff.

“Good morning.” You reply smiling.

“I’ve never wanted to wake up next to someone this badly…” he sighs.

“Why’re you so cheesy? What happened to Yoongi? Who are you?”

“I don’t know Y/N… but I’m open to change.” He says smiling, looking down to meet your eyes.

You chuckle in response. You watch as his fingers run across your hand which is laying on his chest. His fingers brush your knuckles and he looks as though he’s in deep thought. “Where’s your ring?” he asks unconsciously.

“I took it off last night. It’s on your night stand.” You say smiling.

“Oh… well I hate to break it to you, and I know it’s a Sunday, but I booked us a brunch reservation at a nice café down the street.”

“You really didn’t have to…”

“But I did. We’ve been sleeping with each other for 2 months, and I haven’t taken you out on a proper date, like ever!”

“Well food does sound like a good idea, I’m starving.”

“Well then get your tiny tushie outta bed.” He says playfully pinching your cheek, and jumping out of bed to freshen up.

After you both had showered and gotten your clothes on, you were wearing your heels by the door, when Yoongi walked out of his bedroom, “You forgot this!” he says handing you your silver ring. His curious eyes watched, as you took the ring from him, and slipped it into your purse instead of putting it on your finger. “Come on let’s go.” You said grabbing his hand, unaware of the wide smile your bare hand had brought onto Yoongi’s face.

Brunch was delicious. And so was the dinner date you had a week later. 2 weeks had gone by, smooth sailing for your new relationship. Your fingers remained naked, no ring in trace, in the entirety of the last 2 weeks. It was a cold Friday night, and you were now sitting at the piano bench, in an empty restaurant. You glanced over your shoulder to see Yoongi’s eyes, focused on the keys in front of him. For once in a long time you could truly say you were happy. Your life was blissful.

“Y/N…?” Yoongi says interrupting your thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“Could you sing…?”

“Sure.” You said smiling, as you already knew which song he wanted you to sing. You cleared your throat as you begun the first verse of ‘My Heart Will Go On’.

There you both were, all alone, doing the things you loved, with the person you loved beside you, and you couldn’t have asked for more. No more did you feel lost. No more did you think of love as a myth. You had finally found someone to keep your heart safe, in this cruel world. And you couldn’t be happier, that your savior was Min Yoongi.

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Into a New World (Through the Gate) - BTS OT7 Fantasy Story Chapter 9

A/N: Here’s the next chapter for you! I’ve been so excited for you guys to meet the Dragon! Thank you to everyone who has supported this story so far, I really appreciate you <3

Happy Birthday Kim Taehyung!

Relationship: BTS X BTS

Rating: T

Words: 3672

Fantasy, hurt/comfort

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Chapter 9: The Dragon

With a kind of grace that captivated anyone watching, the Dragon walked along the edge of the cliff, closer to them, before jumping off and landing easily on his feet next to the pond. He looked up at them with cat-like eyes, “Kim Taehyung. Jung Hoseok. I’ve been awaiting your arrival.”

Taehyung was astonished by the man’s words to say the least. “Y-You have?”

“Yes,” the Dragon replied easily. “We have much to discuss. However, let me see how bad Hoseok’s condition is.” Before the man could get too close, Eunji bound over to stand protectively in front of Taehyung and Hoseok’s forms and began to give a low warning growl. She knew how powerful this man was, it was unmistakable in his aura, but she still wasn’t about to let a stranger near her witch and his packmate. The Dragon seemed to realize this quickly as he paused in his steps and smiled softly at her, “Easy, familiar. I don’t wish any harm upon them. What is her name?”

“Eunji,” Taehyung supplied, his arm loosening a bit from where it had wound protectively around Hoseok’s shoulders at the man’s sudden approach.

The Dragon hummed, holding out his hand, palm up, towards the wolf. Eunji gave it a tentative sniff and seemed content that he wasn’t going to hurt them as she proceeded to sit back on her haunches. “She’s beautiful,” the Dragon commented before looking at Hoseok and Taehyung once more. “I apologize, I got ahead of myself. I suppose you wish for an explanation as to how I knew you would be here?”

“T-That would be nice, s-sir,” Hoseok stuttered from where he was sitting on the soft patch of grass, his knees bent in front of him. His orange-tinted eyes were filled with nothing but wonder and astonishment as he gazed up at the man, despite the obvious dark bags of exhaustion that lay under them.

“Well, since I know your names already, I should introduce myself,” the Dragon continued. “My name is Kwon Jiyong, although most people only know me as the Dragon.”

Kwon Jiyong, Taehyung repeated internally. He hadn’t even thought about the fact that the Dragon’s real name never came up in any conversation he’d had with any witches. He was always simply the Dragon.

“It’s an honour to meet you, Jiyong-ssi,” Taehyung addressed him with a formal bow, which the man promptly waved off.

“None of that now,” Jiyong insisted with a close-lipped smile. “I’ve never been one for formal talk. Call me hyung.”

“Okay, h-hyung,” Taehyung conceded. “So, how exactly did you know we would come to you?”

The Dragon moved to pick up a lovely blue flower from a patch a few feet away from him as he responded, “The answer to that lies with someone else. Mira!”

They all watched as a new figure emerged on top of the same cliff Jiyong had come from just minutes before. As it came closer, following in the older witch’s footsteps, Taehyung realized that it was a woman. Her skin was smooth and sunkissed and her golden brown hair flowed in the wind with her movement down to the middle of her back. Her features were sculpted and her obvious angelic beauty stole the breath from those who laid eyes on her.

A fluffy calico cat was draped over her shoulders comfortably, it’s striking blue eyes intense as they locked on to the two strange men and wolf.

A familiar, Eunji mused, confirming Taehyung’s own thoughts. He then wondered if Mira was a witch as well, or if this was Jiyong’s familiar.

The cat clutched onto the woman’s loose yellow blouse as she jumped down onto the grass just as Jiyong had. “This is Mira, my wife and packmate,” the Dragon - Jiyong - introduced, an enamoured grin on his face as he watched her.

The woman strided over to his side with a bit of a skip in her step, where he easily wrapped a protective arm around her waist. Jiyong took the flower he had picked and tucked it behind her ear along with a lock of her hair. She smiled happily and it seemed like the whole world got a little bit brighter with it. It reminded Taehyung eerily of a certain orange fairy.

She turned to Taehyung and Hoseok and bowed her head in acknowledgement. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

The cat that was settled on her shoulders stood, balanced, and jumped over to lay across Jiyong’s shoulders instead. The older witch lifted a hand to rub the top of the cat’s head affectionately. It was his familiar, then.

Mira squeezed her husband’s hand before she started, “I’ve been gifted with the ability to have glimpses of the future, and many months ago I saw that you two - and your familiar - were going to be seeking us out for help.”

“A fairy!” Hoseok blurted suddenly, the realization hitting him as his slow senses processed the woman’s aura. “You’re a fairy. It’s rare, but I know that some fairies can have visions of the future.”

Mira smiled brightly, excitedly. “I am.” Carefully, she let go of Jiyong’s hand and walked forward towards Hoseok. Taehyung and Eunji watched cautiously as she approached but didn’t even think of attempting to stop her. She and Jiyong had been trustworthy so far.

The brown-haired fairy held up her palm, Hoseok mirroring her and pressing their hands flat together. The orange fairy gasped a little at the sheer potency of her aura, feeling honest and reliable flow through his body.

After a few moments of analysing each other’s auras, Mira stepped back to join her husband. “You are very weak, Hoseok-ssi,” she commented, a worried furrow to her brow. “It is quite a powerful curse that’s been put upon you.”

“As I’m sure you know, that’s why we’re here,” Taehyung said. “Reversing it is far beyond my capabilities.”

Jiyong nodded, “I cannot promise that we’ll be able to fix it, but we can surely give it a try. It will come at a price, however.”

“We suspected,” the younger witch replied.

“We’ll send you to deal with someone,” Jiyong explained rather vaguely. “To put a stop to the havoc they’ve wreaked.”

A thought suddenly came to Taehyung. “Please don’t take any offense to this, but...why don’t you just deal with these issues yourselves? You’re as powerful as all of our packmates combined, maybe more.”

“Well, that is because while we may have more power, it also takes us much longer to recharge,” Jiyong explained. “It’s simply impossible for us, even with all the other powerful beings across the world doing the same, to take care of all the problems.”

“My Jiyong has quite the saviour complex,” Mira mused, patting her husband on the chest. “For many hundreds of years, he would wear down his magic energy until he was nearly out, and needed months to come back from it. Not to mention he risked his life too many times to count. We implemented this system of helping those that seek him out by asking for help with one of the recent bad situations in the realms. He is much more useful when saving his magic for the biggest of battles.”

“That makes sense,” Taehyung conceded with a nod. “So, what is it that you would like us to do in exchange for removing Hoseok’s curse?”

Jiyong sighed, “First of all, you should know that with a heavy curse such as Hoseok’s, there is never a guarantee that even we can fix it.”

Taehyung grabbed on tightly to Hoseok’s hand and shared a glance with him. “But there’s a chance you could?”

The Dragon nodded, “It will require most of my magic, as well as Mira’s and...yours too, Taehyung.”

The younger witch’s eyes widened in surprise. “M-Me?” he asked, pointing with his free hand to himself.

“Yes, you,�� Jiyong replied. “It will be the most powerful spell you’ve ever cast and it will take a toll on you, but we will need your help if you want to try and save him.”

“I - of course I’ll do it. No question,” Taehyung responded firmly. “If it is successful, what do we need to do as payment?”

Jiyong and Mira shared an uncertain look between them before the witch gave an answer. “It’s quite a dangerous task, but we believe that with all of your packmates, you will be able to complete it.”

Of course it was dangerous. For what they were asking, Taehyung knew it wouldn’t be anything easy. He could tell by the look on both Jiyong and Mira’s faces that whatever it was would be a little more complicated than what Minho had to do.

“If we can successfully reverse Hoseok’s curse,” Jiyong began, “We will task you with killing the fairy king, Minseok.”

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Namjoon missed the scent of mandarin and ginger and it had only been a little over a day since Hoseok left. He missed Jimin’s soft, floral scent of roses, and Taehyung’s sweet patchouli, but their scents still lingered amongst the house more than the orange fairy’s. The alpha shifter found himself having to fight the urge to be in Hoseok’s room all day, desperately craving the citrusy scent that was fading on the bed sheets.

To make up for the fading scents, Namjoon spent a lot of time nuzzling the necks of his remaining packmates. Seokjin’s sweet, comforting vanilla scent, Jungkook’s spicy cinnamon, and Yoongi’s-

The calming musk of a forest on a rainy day invaded Namjoon’s senses, alerting him to the familiar presence behind him in the study. Two hands laid on his shoulders and a pair of lips pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “What are you reading about?” Yoongi’s low, raspy voice inquired.

“The universe’s history. I’ve never truly realized just how much of it we don’t know,” Namjoon admitted. “Considering that a few children and grandchildren of the Originals are still alive, how is it that there are so many important questions just brushed under the rug and left unanswered?”

“I don’t know,” Yoongi replied, arms wrapped around the alpha shifter from behind. “I suppose that we are taught to accept the fact that we don’t have the answers to everything. You’re right, though. The simple fact that the Dragon is scarcely written in history books despite being such an important person in witch history and world history, it’s strange. I know that witches kept his existence on the down low, but still.”

“How are the shops?” Namjoon said before frowning at his own words. “I feel like that sounds terrible. Should I really be worrying about our shops when we have a packmate on the verge of dying?”

“That’s not terrible, Joon. That’s still a valid worry as well,” Yoongi bent down to lick just under the shifter’s ear, right where he knew it would weaken the shifter. Namjoon let out a startled groan of pleasure. When the vampire leaned back once more, he continued, “Jin is handling things just fine. Less hands to help out than we’re used to, but he’s managing. It’s the slow time of the year anyway. Plus, Jungkook and I went in for a few hours to help this morning.”

The werewolf perked up and looked back at the older man, “You took Jungkook into town again? How did it go?”

“He did really well,” Yoongi announced, “He started feeling uncomfortable after a while and he told me immediately so we came home. I can’t help but regret not trusting him sooner.”

Namjoon immediately pulled the vampire down with a hand on his nape and pressed his lips firmly against the other’s soft, slightly cold ones. Yoongi melted easily into him, spinning the wereshifter’s chair around so he could sit on his lap. Their kisses continued and deepened quickly, as was so common for the two of them, until hands were wandering around and frantically pushing clothing out of the way.

For them, kissing was always a battle for dominance that descended into deep lust with the blink of an eye. When Namjoon poked his tongue rather harshly against the vampire’s sealed lips and began grumbling low in his throat at the initial refusal, Yoongi relented with a hint of smirk. He immediately nipped at the alpha shifter’s pink tongue, causing the man to growl more harshly and yank away from him.

Yoongi couldn’t help but grin when the younger man glared at him.

“How is it that we always get so carried away?” Namjoon mumbled, not really speaking to anyone specifically.

The vampire answered him anyway, “Your big alpha ego doesn’t like a challenge for dominance in the bedroom, so you get riled up easily when I fight you.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Well, I only meant to give you a reassuring kiss. Then I was going to tell you that you can’t change the past, so just show Jungkook the trust you have in him now.”

“You’re right, I’ll do that.” Yoongi sighed and lifted his hand up to play with Namjoon’s short, soft hair. “Always know just what to say, don’t you, alpha.”

The tease elicited a responding growl of satisfaction from the shifter, which in turn made Yoongi laugh. Namjoon frowned at the mocking sound before leaning forward to take the vampire’s lips once more.

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“My brother?” Hoseok all but whispered in shock.

“We-we’re not hunters, you must know that,” Taehyung exclaimed, bewildered. “And yet you want us to take on someone so powerful? Why? And why us?”

“Well, the reason we chose you is because he’s Hoseok’s brother,” Jiyong looked down in a bit of shame. “To be quite honest, we would do this ourselves, but Mira and I are both forbidden to ever enter Aurora.”

Hoseok’s head was spinning with the new information, made worse by his cursed tiredness. “Wait, what?! But from what I’ve heard - you’re so powerful...”

The Dragon turned to his wife, “Will you go get us some drinks and snacks. I’m sure they’re hungry and we have quite a bit to tell them.”

Mira nodded, pressing a kiss to Jiyong’s lips before hurrying off in the forest next to the cliff.

Jiyong waved his hand and procured a large, blue plaid blanket from out of thin air. “Let us sit before we explain.”

Taehyung, still frozen in confusion, nodded almost on autopilot and moved to help the older witch spread the blanket out over the soft grass. It was large enough that there was still a few feet behind where he sat with Hoseok on one side, and the other where Jiyong made himself comfortable, along with Mira, who returned with a few sandwiches and cups of strawberry juice.

Hoseok dug right into the food, admittedly uncomfortably hungry, but Taehyung didn’t touch his. The witch’s gaze didn’t leave the two across from them. Even though things had been going well with Jiyong and Mira, Taehyung was suddenly cautious again at what they had asked for as payment.

“We don’t know how much time Hoseok has left, so explain quickly,” Taehyung demanded, his tone harder than Hoseok had ever heard it.

Jiyong nodded. “It has been many generations since the Fairy Kingdom’s king cursed us. Before that, we’d divided our time there without any issues. King Jung Bonhwa was the first one to have a problem with us. Mira was one of the king’s advisors, and he was not happy with the fact that Mira was against the outlandish, viscous ideas he wished to put in place throughout the kingdom.”

Hoseok was beginning to see a pattern now. He was exiled from Aurora for going against what the king wanted, as was Mira, and Jimin was exiled because of lack of care for true justice. Learning that his late father was as bad a king as his brother was becoming was already a shock to the orange fairy, but now to hear that another of his ancestors was just the same. “Just when was the last time an honourable king ran Aurora?” he asked.

Mira gave a sad smile, “Too long. Fairies were once very peaceful people, but since King Bonhwa, the heirs are becoming more and more violent and unhinged,” Mira continued, her voice wobbling slightly with emotion. “Our remaining family in Aurora were executed after he exiled us, but we had been held in high regard by the people for a very long time. To hear all of the terrible things that have happened because of the royals since then breaks both of our hearts.”

“So, you want us to kill the current king and give the crown to someone more suitable? And...why now? Why not stop this generations ago?” Taehyung asked.

The Dragon replied, “Yes, we wish him to be killed, but we were going to leave Hoseok the choice of how to continue running everything. And the reason we chose now is because before, we had no way to enter the Kingdom. They’re armed with the most powerful and fierce guards, and they will kill anyone who’s banned. Too many for even Mira and I to take on all at once. Not to mention the amount of guards that would still stand in the way of the king.”

“But, I’m also banned,” Hoseok said, still confused. “They’ll kill me as soon as I show up, just like you.”

“Not necessarily,” Mira corrected. “I’m sure that he told you they would, but you are his brother. Despite the past rulers’ increasing psychopathy, they tend to have a soft spot for family. I believe that if you approached it in the right way, you could get him to allow you a conversation with him. That’s more than enough for a chance to take him out.”

“There are...a lot of holes in that plan,” Hoseok responded.

Jiyong and Mira shared another look between themselves before the brown fairy admitted, “A few months before I had the vision of you coming for help, I had another vision. One of your brother and Aurora.”

Hoseok’s heart sunk in his chest. “W-What does he do?” He didn’t doubt that his brother was capable of many unthinkable things.

“The citizens are going to start a revolt in two months time, they too are done with him. Minseok doesn’t take the revolt well. He responds by ordering the military to slaughter anyone who dares to speak against him.” Mira’s lips press into a thin line, “A war will form between the followers of the king and the rebels, the numbers more on the side of the rebels. However, the king’s followers have more power. Much blood is shed. If he remains king, eighty-five percent of the fairy population will be wiped out, the ones who rebelled entirely erased from existence.” After a moment of allowing them to digest the information, she continued, “What happens in my visions are absolute, unless I, with the knowledge, directly interfere with it. Though Jiyong and I cannot get close enough to the king to prevent this future from happening, you can, Hoseok. I know death may seem a harsh punishment, but I believe the crimes he’s committed already are enough to merit it, let alone the horrors my vision showed. We believe that he deserves to die, and that’s probably the only way for you to take back your kingdom.”

Despite growing up believing from the start that he would never become king, Hoseok had always felt a sense of obligation towards Aurora. He knew how terrible most of Aurora’s laws were, but he’d always seen it as improving slowly but surely. The orange in him, the positivity, thought that the small, good changes to the laws they were making was good enough. Any progress was enough in his naive, sheltered mind. It took him being banned from his homeland to truly see how wrong things were run. He wondered how much he didn’t know about. “Was Aurora really once...peaceful? Happy?” Hoseok asked quietly.

Mira nodded with a longing smile lifting her lips, “Before King Bonhwa, Aurora was the best place to live, although, I suppose I am biased.” She chuckled half-heartedly. “We’ve been keeping an eye on things from afar since we were banished, unable to do anything. We thought of sending a few allies we’ve made, but none of them would be able to get close to the king. He’s just too protected by his loyal army of guards.”

“I’m a fairy, I physically cannot lie,” Hoseok reminded them. “How am I supposed to convince him to have a meeting with me if I can’t do that?”

Mira smiled fondly and mused, “You’re one of the pure ones, aren’t you? Of course, us fairies cannot lie, but we are instinctively talented at twisting the truth or finding a way around it. Use your imagination, Hoseok-ssi, and I’m sure you’ll come up with something.”

“You aren’t yet bonded with your pack, correct? They will still be allowed to enter Aurora without more than a simple background check,” Jiyong said.

Hoseok shook his head, still confused. “But they still won’t be of much help getting close to the king.”

“No, but they can still be there for support and help,” Mira replied.

Hoseok realized at that moment that Jiyong and Mira didn’t have a perfect plan or all the answers they were looking for. This was a job for him and his pack. He realized that they would have to come up with something on their own. With the unignorable anger that ran through Hoseok’s veins, he knew that they had to do it. They had to take down his brother, King Minseok, at all costs. Not just as payment if Jiyong and Mira can even heal him, but because he can’t just sit by and watch as his homeland crumbles.

The orange fairy shared a look with Taehyung, and the other gave him a gentle quirk of his lips and a nod. Hoseok turned back to Mira and Jiyong, “We’ll do it.”

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Comments and Kudos are always appreciated, as well as constructive criticism <3

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heartbeatan · 4 years ago

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Devil's Garden (Chapter 2)

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Chapter Two

Taehyung arrived mid-morning to The Devil’s Garden the next day. The establishment wasn’t open to the public yet – it usually wasn’t until near noon – but a lot of the staff were there already, hustling around the property tending to crops, the distillery and preparing the guest services. He was guided down a long corridor by the hostess until she eventually released him in front of your office. You weren’t there yet. You were somewhere else on the property and would be there “momentarily” or so he was told. At first, Taehyung sat patiently in the winged chair across from your desk – smoothing out his tie and straitening the lapels and pleats of his freshly pressed suit.

But patience was never Taehyung’s strong suit and soon his eyes began to wander towards the nooks and crannies of the room. The space smelled clean – clean in the way a woman would keep it. Like fresh laundry, or a citrus cleaner, perhaps a vanilla incense was placed somewhere in the room. He gazed over the bookshelves to his right, looking for the source and spotting the jar of oil and reeds. He stood up before he realized that he had, then strolled across the room.

“Yup,” he said out loud as the scent intensified, confirming the diffuser was the source. His gaze then wandered beyond it, to the books and the knickknacks strewn over the shelves. Organized chaos is what he would call your system. Clean and tidy, but without direction. Files related to business were stored between novels, which were propped against trinkets and photo frames. This office, this shelf, each piece was telling a story - although he didn’t quite know yet how to read it.

The first thing that really caught his attention was a short, silver, decorative dagger, propped up on a simple plexiglass stand. It was the kind you’d find in a games shop. The kind people, of a certain taste, would splay throughout their homes and hang from walls. It seemed massively out of place compared to the contemporary, bright décor of the room. Perhaps it was a gift, or an artifact from a phase you went through in your younger years. He then noticed a box, wood carved and antique looking. He couldn’t stop his internal private eye from flicking the latch to peer inside.

Cigarettes. Taehyung smiled. So, you weren’t as squeaky clean and polished as you first appeared. You too had a dirty little habit the way he did. Except, unlike him, you hid yours. Probably only had one every once in a while, when the world became just a little too stressful.

He closed the lid, then moved a little further down the shelves, ghosting his fingers over the books until he reached one that intrigued him. It was a romance novel – he could tell from the spine. He recognized it as the drugstore type that his mother liked to read. He reached for it, taking it from its place on the shelf and flipping it over in his hand to read the summary.

This one was about a woman at the turn of the century. Young, pretty, wealthy and from “good breeding.” But all she had ever wanted was to rough it with the lads at the tavern: drink beer; gamble over poker; wear pants. A woman who would soon meet a strapping but primitive type man, who would offer her what she wanted at a cost of one wild night together.

Taehyung’s sniffed in amusement as he read the ridiculous description, but it had his curiosity regardless. He wondered… was this simple fantasy, or did this type of scenario titillate you? Was this something you dreamt about late at night - something you secretly wanted? One night of passion with a man who would debase you… use you… ruin you… before you returned to your pretty little life and the boring fucker you meant to live it out with?

He knew these thoughts were biased and self serving, but, oh god, did he enjoy the idea that they could be true; the idea that he could be your Sir What’s-His-Face, owed one night of making you come over and over again.

Maybe it would happen here, at the winery, under the cover of darkness so that sucker of a husband of yours would never find out. After hours, so that no one would be around to hear the sounds he’d make you make…

Taehyung replaced the book on the shelf as he heard voices and footsteps in the hall outside your office. Before returning to his seat, however, something else caught his attention. A photo within a frame. It appeared to have been taken there, in front of the visitor’s entrance. You were there, centre, surrounded by just a few people – far less people than worked here now – but he deduced it was a staff photo. Probably from when you first opened The Devil’s Garden. Next to you stood a man, tall, handsome, grinning widely with his arm wrapped around your waist. Taehyung hated him immediately.

“Mr. Kim,” he turned his head towards the door as you called his name. You stepped across the threshold, smiling brightly at him, more preoccupied by the stack of papers in your arms than of the stranger canvasing your office.

“Taehyung, please” he reminded you, hating how the formality of his name sounded off your tongue.

“Sorry!” you apologized as you threw the stack of papers onto your desk, before turning to him and sticking out your hand and smiling. “Taehyung.”

For some reason, your gesture for a handshake felt even more formal than calling him Mr. Kim, and he didn’t like it either. But nonetheless, he reached out and shook it, but not before his eyes – just as they did the first time you met – flickered down your body to drink in the sight of you. Today, you were in yet another dress. But this time, it was a little more formal, a little bit tighter, and he could swear by the way he marveled at your legs that it was a little bit shorter too. This time, you wore open-toed high heels, and he salivated at the way they showcased your feet and curved your spine. In fear his unconscious objectification of you was obvious, he snapped his gaze back to your face, but your eyes were not on him. Instead, they too had flitted to his shoes, then back up his form, over his broad chest, until they locked with his. For an awkward second, you stared back at him in what appeared to be a state of shock. As if you had been caught. Your cheeks blushed slightly – he was sure of it. Were you… checking him out?

No way, Taehyung thought to himself. You were just sizing him up. Reminding himself what a shit show he looked like yesterday, you were probably surprised that he had cleaned himself up so well today. For some reason, that made him even more embarrassed. He wasn’t sure why – either for the fact that you saw him a mess just less than 24 hours ago, or for the possibility that you realized he was cleaning up for you.

“Is this your first husband?” he blurted out suddenly in a bid to overcome the awkwardness he felt. He pointed backwards to the picture frame he had just be looking at when you entered the room.

“Yes,” you confirmed as you peered over his shoulder to its place on the shelf. “We weren’t married yet, but yes.”

“So, he worked here?”

“Sort of,” you shuffled your head, implying that it wasn’t that simple. “He was going through school at the time. I was supporting him, but he worked here sometimes to help me out.”

“What did he go to school for?”

“To be an electrician.”

“You like your tradesmen, then?” Taehyung quipped, but immediately regretted it. What kind of an asshole jokes with a woman he hardly knows about the type of men she fucks? What kind of an asshole jokes about someone’s dead husband?

This kind of asshole, he thought as he braced himself for a look of disappointment and offence to flush across your face. But, to his astonishment, it never came. Instead you laughed.

“I do have a type, I supposed,” You chuckled as you walked behind your desk. You gestured with your hands to the pile of papers you had brought in with you. “I brought everything I could find dating back to when Ezra and I first got together. Fortunately…” you curved your lips into a mock grimace, “we haven’t been together that long so there shouldn’t be much to sift through.” Taehyung smiled at your apparent humour over your present situation. It put him at ease knowing you were the type capable of laughing at your own circumstance. So many of his clients weren’t – no matter how ridiculous the request or even more ridiculous the return – he received a many a lectures on his lack of sensitivity and jaded emotives.

“Well, let’s get started then,” he suggested as he pulled his suit jacket off his shoulders and began to roll up the cuffs of his shirt.

Even though the work itself began slow, the morning passed by rather quickly while you taught Taehyung your bookkeeping style and he showed you what to look for. The hostess delivered lunch to you both in the office sometime mid afternoon, prompting a necessary break for you both. Taehyung asked you more about the inception of the winery – a question more so in personal curiosity rather than in detective interrogation – and you animatedly told him nearly every benign detail of how you opened and closed your lucrative paralegal service in the city in pursuit of your new passion for wine making and hospitality. The story eventually led to a personal tour of the property – just him and you, wandering the vineyard and buildings. You teaching him all the things he already knew or didn’t know about wine making, as well, sharing with him your dream to expand… to open a bed & breakfast on the property… to even the wild idea of owning a small chicken coop for feeing your guest the freshest of feasts. Your passion for your work lifted his mood, but at the same time made him incredibly jealous – or at least, nostalgic. Nostalgic for a time when he was impassioned by his work. When he was bright eyed and ambitious, attaining a career he was passionate and driven for.

“Did you always want to be a private investigator?” you asked him, as you two made your way back towards the main building.

“Sort of,” he replied, trying to hide the grimness that came with his answer. “I wanted to be a detective. A P.I. was just sort of plan B.”

“You could still do it, I’m sure!” your tenor bubbly and encouraging. “It took me a little courage and a few years scraping by, but I made it my dream come true. I’m sure you could too!”

He smiled meekly, appreciative of your words and the naivety behind them. “I did, actually.”

“You did?” you asked in confusion.

Taehyung nodded. “I was a detective. For many years.”

“Oh?”

He could tell from your tone that you were both curious about the story but that you had also picked up on the fact that it was a bit of a sensitive subject. Normally, he would have ended the conversation right there. In fact, normally, he wouldn’t have revealed his past career at all. But today, next to you, he felt different. Today, he felt he could talk about it, even if it was only a small piece.

“I did it for years. But then I left for a while. Thought I’d go back eventually, but… started doing this instead.”

“I take it something happened?”

“It can be a taxing job. It’s also more political than most would like to believe.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” you apologized, noticing how Taehyung’s language had become more elusive.

“It’s fine,” he shook his head. “It’s just a long story.”

You made the rest of your way back to the office mostly in silence. Taehyung regretted it. He had wished the conversation had stayed on you – that he could amusedly listen to you babble about nothing and everything. But, fortunately, the awkwardness soon faded as the two of you returned to the office and buckled in to working hard for the remainder of the day. At least the apparent awkwardness faded.

For Taehyung, even though he could for the most part will himself to become lost in his work, there were too many times when his eyes and mind would wander onto you. Damn, did you know what an effect you had on him? You were so god damned fuckable. The way your lips curved, and your brows furrowed when you concentrated drove him wild. He just knew that was how your face would contort when you were focusing on coming, and fuck, did he ever want to see that. When you leaned forward over your desk, he could catch an incendiary glimpse down that fucking dress of yours, leaving him near salivating at the thought of biting down and marking the soft mounds. At some point, you left your chair for a file stored a top one of the bookshelves. With your back to him, he could shamelessly watch you with out getting caught. Admire the way your body stretched and flexed, the way the fabric of your dress would pull, taunting him with a potential glimpse of your bare ass.

If only you were his in this moment. Or at minimum, if he knew you wanted him too, he would have stood up and crossed the floor. He would have stepped up behind you. You would have felt his chest ghost over your back, just before you would have felt his hand travel slowly, smoothly, tauntingly up the back of your thigh then underneath that skirt. He would hear you gasp faintly when his fingers brush over the silk protecting you from him.

He knew your panties would be silk.

He’d slip his finger along your slit again, this time a little harder, let you know he meant business.

“We’re working, Taehyung,” you would breathe unconvincingly. “Someone might catch us.”

He’d raise his other hand, covering yours as it gripped around the ledge of the shelf in front of you, anchoring you to something so that you knew he didn’t care enough to stop. He’d then drag another long finger across your dampening core, but this time, he’d end his movement by gripping a hold of the fabric, pulling it tight in his fist. As he pulled, your back would arch a little, your ass would perk for him, and you would feel the tension of the fabric tight against your clit. Your gasp would let him know that you too didn’t care enough about getting caught.

He’d release his grip, but he wouldn’t strip you of your panties. No – he would want you to come in them, stain them so that you’d have to go without them for the rest of the day. Be reminded of him everywhere you went that afternoon. So, he’d slip his hand beneath the fabric instead. Touch you raw. Make you drip. Until, inevitably, through gritted teeth you’d beg for him to sink his fingers into you and fuck you harder.

“This is that last one,” your voice broke his thoughts as you returned to your desk with the box you had pulled from the top shelf. “Everything from the last month.”

“Good,” he replied, looking down at his watch to check the time. “What time do you need to be home?”

“Well…” you began slowly. “Ezra is supposed to be done at six… Which means he should be texting me at any moment telling me he’ll be home late.” Taehyung could tell you were trying to be humourous, but it was clear you were annoyed and feeling a little hurt.

“If he does, let me know. Let’s finish up this if we can.”

It felt like working under a ticking time bomb. Curiosity hanging in the air as you both waited for the cellphone to buzz - waiting for the alert that Ezra wasn’t coming home on time, and the prompt for Taehyung to climb in his car and try to figure out why that was. But the message never came. Through it all, you managed to complete the audit of the books.

“Did we find anything?” you asked Taehyung as you stretched back in your chair, both mentally and physically exhausted from the task.

“No. Not that I can see,” he replied. “Everything seems to be in order here. You run a tight ship.”

You sighed.

“I know it seems like a waste, but this was a good first step,” he said, noticing your slight disappointment. “This is a good thing. We don’t know what he’s up to yet, but at least we know he’s not stealing from you.”

“You’re right,” you nodded. “I just want to know what the hell is going on. I’m tired of feeling paranoid.”

“I know this is the most annoying thing to hear in a situation like this but… you just have to be patient. We’ll get there.” You looked up to him, a thinly pressed smile on your face. He could tell his words comforted you a bit, but not enough. “And in the end, there could be nothing. He might be telling the truth.”

The words tasted bitter rolling off his tongue. He thought perhaps they would ease your mind, but it felt like he was telling a lie. If your husband weren’t up to something, this would be a first for Taehyung. Rarely were his client’s intuitions ever wrong – especially when they had gone about taking the step to call him in the first place. He doubted your suspicions were unwarranted, but as you sat across from him now - your eyes locked on his, your lip tucked once again between your teeth, and the surface of the desk between you just begging to be cleared so he could lay you over it - he also selfishly wanted your suspicions to be right. Wanted to know that your husband wasn’t worthy of you.

And then it came… the buzz of a notification on your phone. Both your eyes gazed to each other, then to the phone vibrating on the desk. You picked it up, swiping the screen to unlock it and reveal the message. Taehyung watched you as read it, saw how your lips pursed and your shoulders sunk.

“What does it say?” he asked, but you didn’t answer him right away. Instead your thumbs tapped rapidly over the screen as you replied to him. Moments later, a second buzz came. You sighed audibly as you read his reply.

“It’s Ezra,” you dropped the phone back onto your desk and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “He says he’s going to be late tonight.”

Taehyung looked you over as he felt your aura of brightness dim into one of disappointment.

“Is there something else?” he asked. “You seem more surprised than I expected?”

“It’s just…” you looked back to him, but he could tell you weren’t sure if you wanted to share your thoughts. “Tonight was a bit of an anniversary of ours. We had… special plans. He promised.” His stomach knotted at your words. He didn’t know what your “special plans” were, but he knew what they would be if they were with him.

“Did he say what he was doing?”

“Just that he had to work. Said he’d wouldn’t be home too late.”

Taehyung nodded, unsure of what else to do.

“Since my dinner plans are now cancelled… are you hungry?” you asked. He was. He wanted to stay. But this was the perfect opportunity for surveillance. So, he replied with a polite “no.”

“You should go home,” he suggested instead. “Wait for your husband. Let me know if something changes.”

Some time later, Taehyung found himself parked along a darkened street located somewhere in an industrial district on the outskirts of the city. Although dimly lit, he had a clear view of the yard located behind Stintsons – the construction business Ezra worked at.

The building was dark. The yard empty. But Taehyung noticed the station wagon still parked in the lot. It had to be Ezra’s. Hell, no one even drove a station wagon anymore – what were the chances another employee had one as well? He swiped the screen on his cellphone, noting by the clock that it was almost eight. He then opened his messages, clicking on your name to read the last thing he sent you.

TH 6:09 PM: Let me know when he gets home.

He could tell you had read the message, but still there was no reply.

A creak in the still evening perked Taehyung’s ears. He squinted through the darkness to see a figure exiting the building and making their way towards the station wagon.

“There you are,” Taehyung breathed. He watched as the figure climbed into the car, as the lights and engine roared, and as the vehicle pulled itself from the lot and headed down the street. Taehyung reached for the ignition, turning the keys to bring his own car to life, then carefully pulled out into the street to follow.

The wagon drove through the town, down the main roads until it made its way to the highway, taking the pass that Taehyung knew was in the direction of your home. He noted how incredibly unsuspicious it was. Most who were hiding something tended to travel down back roads, take indirect routes, avoid CCTVs. Although this was his first night of surveillance, the thought crossed Taehyung’s mind that perhaps Ezra really wasn’t up to something. He was at the office just as he said he was. Now he was heading home, just as he said he would.

Regardless of those thoughts, Taehyung kept the tail – following the wagon off the exit, down a long residential street, until he turned into a crescent. Taehyung parked his car, turning it off and letting the lights go dim. He watched as the wagon pulled into a driveway. Noting the number on the house, he quickly pulled out his notepad, flipping through the pages until he found the address you had given him.

Yup… this was your house. He looked back up as the wagon door open. The driver climbed out of the car, brandishing a bouquet of flowers in his arms.

“What a fucker,” Taehyung seethed as Ezra made his way up the stairs, opening the front door to the home before he disappeared inside. That’s when his phone buzzed with the receipt of a new message.

Y/N 8:56 PM: He’s home.

Taehyung sat there in his car on the street for a while, watching the sky turn a pitch black, watching the lights of the neighbourhood disappear as each household fell to sleep. He was biding his time, but he was driving himself mad in the process.

He replayed over the image of a flower bearing Ezra arriving home to his gorgeous fucking wife who had been waiting all to patiently for him. Better yet, he obsessed over the possible scenarios of what came next. It was an “anniversary” type of night, you had told Taehyung. A “special” night. Were you angry at your husband for coming home late on your “special” night? Did you throw those pathetic flowers back in his face? Or, were you pleased? Did his flowers make you swoon for him? Forgive him? Did you thank him with a long, sensual kiss as he made his way through the door?

Was your “special” night supposed to be romantic? Perhaps, this undeserving, lucky son of a bitch walked into an erotic scene you had planned for weeks. Perhaps a silk robe adorned your shoulders, and you held in each hand a glass of wine – one for you and one for the man who would get to fuck you. Or maybe it was more of a romantic night, and you were upstairs already, your body splayed across the bed and covered only by a tiny chemise, waiting for someone to come find you and make love to you. Or maybe you were a little bit naughty. Maybe you wore lingerie, flame red, tit lifting, and ass hugging. Maybe you were waiting on the kitchen counter, or the dining room table – your legs spread wide, your hands caressing your own body – signalling for your man to eat you until you cried, then pound you until you went blind. Could your husband even fuck you that good?

Even through his jealousy, Taehyung’s dick twitched at the thought. He knew he could fuck you that good. He knew just what he’d do if he was the one walking through that door, and he couldn’t wait to get back home so he could rub one out as he imagined it – just the way he did last night in his chair and again this morning in the shower. He probably could jerk off right there, in his car, outside your house, like some perverted stalker who knew they wouldn’t be caught – but he didn’t - even he had limits.

Another hour rolled by, and the neighbourhood was now completely quiet and shrouded in darkness, save for the single lamp post. Convinced it was safe, Taehyung quietly exited his car, taking with him a long thin rod. He crossed the crescent then walked up your driveway, stopping when he was next to the passenger door of the station wagon. Taking a quick look around, he slid the thin metal between the driver’s side door and window, maneuvering the piece until he heard the gleeful click of the door unlocking. Sliding himself inside, he first popped the centre console and shuffled through the items for anything of interest. When nothing came about, he checked the glove box, quickly scanning over each piece of paper.

He paused at an envelope, noting the familiar insignia on it. It was from the train station. Flipping it open, he found inside two tickets – dated for a week from today, both headed for the coast. Two tickets. That meant Ezra had intended for two to travel. You hadn’t told Taehyung anything about travelling. Did you know? Was it a surprise? Was that why he worked late, to make extra money for a trip? Or, was it a trip for him and his secret lover? A thousand scenarios ran through Taehyung’s mind, but he had no time to mull them over now. Instead, he snapped two pictures of the tickets before replacing everything as it was.

The next morning, Taehyung woke to the irritating sound of his phone buzzing and ringing beside him. Through groggy eyes, he looked towards the clock on his bedside table. Empty bottles of beer and wine blocked his view, and he remembered what he had done after he got home last night.

“Fuck,” he croaked as he finally felt his hangover when he moved to find his phone. The call went to voicemail before he could reach it. He considered ignoring it and rolling back over and back to sleep, but curiosity of who was calling him at six in the morning got the better of him.

It was you. You were the one to call him… but that wasn’t until after you had texted him 11 times already.

Taehyung sat straight up in bed, clicking your number as he did, waiting for you to pick up.

“Taehyung,” your voice came through in a clear distress. “He’s missing!”

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honestlynotyourbabe · 4 years ago

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VOICELESS

She felt excited, she was finally meeting them. They were so close, within her reach. She could see how ethereal they are and how unbelievable this moment was for her. Too bad she couldn’t talk to them, oh well, at least she could finally see them in person. She felt grateful, nonetheless. Athena clutched her favorite album close to her heart and anticipatedly waited for her turn, she was the seventh in line, they were in her line of vision. She could see Kim Namjoon smiling at the fangirl he was engaging in a conversation with. Beside him was Jin who was listening to a different girl, he was laughing and interacting so kindly it made her smile. She always felt that they would be nice, she hopes they would understand her situation and would still try to interact with her.

“Hey, isn’t it exciting to meet them? I’m so excited!” The girl behind her squeaked as she tried to engage in a conversation with her. She only smiled and nodded, she felt shy, she didn’t talk to strangers, or that she didn’t know how to interact with others that much. The girl must have noticed her being shy and gave a genuine smile. “I came with my friends but they didn’t get the chance for the fan meets, how about you?”

She was alone. No one wanted to accompany her, or that they were too busy. She doesn’t have friends who are fans either and her best friend was busy with practice to support her fangirling. She shook her head no.

“Oh, so you’re alone like me, I’m Nicole by the way” She extended her hand for her to shake.

Athena smiled and placed her hand on her necklace spelling out her name. “Nice meeting you Athena” Nicole smiled.

“Oh, we’re almost next! I almost didn’t realize the line moved” she shrieked with excitement.

“My bias is V by the way, how about you?” she asked

Athena didn’t understand why she blushed, she’s not that type of fangirl who daydreams of marrying her bias or whatever, she just admires their passion and talent but somehow, she smiled shyly while she motioned towards Min Yoongi, who was only a few meters in front of them. Nicole shrieked again, this must be a habit of hers. “OMG! I totally understand why! I get the vibe.”

“I’m so excited to meet them! Let’s meet after this okay?” Nicole grabbed her hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement, her mouth smiling with glee.

Athena felt glad she somehow found a friend, she shook her head yes. Nicole jumped up and down with glee, with another shriek. “Great! I hope we could be friends for a long time, Athena!”

Athena hoped that too.

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“Wow, there are still so many! I feel like all their faces have blurred into one” Taehyung said as he looked at the massive line of fans waiting to see them up close.

“Yeah, I feel like I’ve run out of words to say” Suga whispered beside him, his eyes wandering on the next few girls in line. Good thing they had a five-minute break earlier or else he wouldn’t have able to take all the smiling and conversing. Don't get him wrong, he loves meeting fans, but sometimes his social battery runs out. His eyes landed on a small girl who was smiling brightly at Namjoon, she slid her album on the table for him to sign but there was a small letter on top of it. Another fan letter? Namjoon’s on a roll today with those.

“She’s pretty,” Taehyung commented beside him, as they both observed Namjoon and the girl's interaction. She was still not talking, was she shy? This was a one-time opportunity, didn’t she want to talk to him? Namjoon read the letter, smiled, nodded, shook hands with her then signed her album. That was it? Maybe Namjoon wasn’t her bias. Jin who was beside Namjoon also smiled at her as she moved towards him, she brought out another letter from her pocket and placed it on top of the album she gave to him to sign. Jin read the letter, smiled, signed her album, and pocketed her letter. He saw Jin wiping a tear from his eyes as he stood up and offered her a hug. The girl seemed surprised but hugged him back as well. She still didn’t talk, Suga wondered why. “Wow a fan-made Hyung cry, I wonder what was in that letter to make him tear up” Taehyung once again commented.

“I wonder why she’s not talking”

Taehyung wore a puzzled look and looked back at the girl who was now moving next to Jimin, smiling brightly at her. “Maybe she’s an introvert, or she’s shy,” Taehyung suggested.

“Hmm… Maybe”

Both of them were at the end of the table, so she gets to see Jimin, J-Hope, and Jungkook before the both of them. He was intrigued by her, although she looked like the average girl, how she interacted with the others was very interesting to look at. She was now smiling at Jimin while he was reading the letter she gave to him. She wasn’t squealing or jumping up and down with happiness like other fans do during fan meetings, she wasn’t crying either. She was just standing there, smiling, a look of admiration in her eyes.

Jimin stood up and also offered her a hug like Jin did earlier. He pocketed her letter and signed her album, Suga also noticed he wrote a few words as well. She then moved to J-Hope who was giving her a huge smile. They had a similar interaction, while JK peeped on J-Hope's letter. He talked to her for a while but she didn’t talk back, she either just nodded or smiled with glee. J-Hope, later on, took off his yellow bonnet and placed it on her head, tapping it. He smiled at her and motioned her to move on to Jungkook. Suga thought that maybe he could eavesdrop a little on their conversation since he was beside JK. Suga observed her, she was wearing a pink dress that stopped by her knees, a jean jacket, and a necklace that spelled out the name “ATHENA”. She must have noticed him looking at her as their eyes met, she had deep brown eyes that looked surprised. He noticed a small tint of pink come from her cheeks as she focused her eyes back on JK who was smiling at her.

“Hello!” Jungkook said with glee

The girl smiled and waved back at him, she took another piece of paper out of her jacket pocket and placed it on top of the album she slid on the table. JK curiously took the paper and unfolded it, he must have noticed Suga peering over his shoulder so he turned his back on him and faced J-Hope who was busy entertaining an eager-looking fan. Suga made a pout and glanced over at the girl again. She had her head down but still smiling, she must be avoiding another eye contact, Suga thought.

Jungkook faced the girl again, he stood up and gave her a hug. “Thank you so much for your support!” he beamed. The girl, a bit surprised by the hug, smiled. She hugged back as well. When JK let go, he held her by the sides of her arms. “We are forever grateful for you guys,” he said.

But she still didn’t say anything back, she just smiled and bowed.

She was finally moving towards him, why did he suddenly feel nervous? His heart started beating loudly. She was wearing a shy smile. He was about to smile back when JK leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear. “She reminds me of you, Hyung” Suga faced him, JK just smiled and raised both his eyebrows in a suggestive manner which confused him.

He turned his attention back to her. She smiled genuinely at him, he noticed she was nervous like he was. She held out to him the letter addressed to him and the album he was meant to sign. He smiled again as he took the items from her. Not trying to show his eagerness, he slowly unfolded the paper.

He glanced back at her before reading, she was smiling nervously as she kept readjusting the bonnet J-Hope placed on her head earlier. She was pretty, he noticed that now.

He focused back on the letter.

Dear Sir,

SIR? She addressed him as sir? Suga’s eyebrows met.

I apologize that I cannot speak to you directly, which is why I am writing to you this letter. I was part of an accident earlier this year, which caused me to lose my vocal cords...

Oh… that’s why.

However, I am still very excited that I was able to meet you guys, you have been the anchor for me to continue on. I am in awe of your motivation and drive to continue pursuing your dreams. You guys have been an inspiration not only to me but to millions of people. I admire your talents and hard work, I will always be supporting you. I may not be able to scream out your names during concerts or sing with crowds but I will always be supporting you and singing with my heart. I am forever grateful for all the inspiring stories and messages you have shared with the world. You are a man filled with great potential and passion for music that no person can take, your music touches souls and fixes broken smiles. You are the flame.

Forever a fan,

Athena

Sweet, kind of cheesy but very heartwarming. Suga smiled, he kept rereading and rereading her name. He had read millions of letters with similar gratitude and support for them but somehow this letter felt different. He can truly feel the sincerity, a bit formal but still sincere. He also wondered if all the members received the same letters or each letter had a different message on it? It was a short message but it also felt very heartwarming. Suga thought that he’d ask J-Hope about it later. He didn’t know why but he had the raging thought of touching her hand. He wondered what happened to her during the accident she mentioned in the letter, he wondered what type of pain she felt, or what she felt when the doctors couldn’t save her voice, a thousand questions filled his mind as he kept staring at the girl in front of him.

He wanted to ask her, but he didn’t want to sound intruding. He instead took out the cap from his pen and wrote a note on her album and signed it. He handed back it to her and she accepted it with a blush. He smirked, “You’re the flame” he whispered to himself. She must’ve heard him as she turned her attention back to him while she handed the album to Taehyung. He looked at her and smiled, he mouthed “Fire” he didn’t know why he mouthed it but she smiled back and gave a nod, that was enough for him to give out a big gummy smile.

He somehow hoped that he’d be able to meet her again, but there it was probably impossible. Unless he tracks her down?

No, the management wouldn’t allow it. They should be on their best behavior, all eyes are on them especially now that their fanbase is internationally growing. But he really did want to see her again, was she from around here? Or did she have to travel?

Taehyung was still busy reading his letter, this was his chance to speak to her.

“Hey…”

She immediately looked in his direction, her eyebrows up lips pursed. “Are you from here?” he asked shyly. She only smiled and shook her head up and down, meaning yes?

The chance of meeting her again maybe wasn’t that impossible after all. Suga was about to ask her where she lives in the area, but she had already returned her focus to Taehyung, smiling widely at her.

“How sweet! Thank you, Athena, I will remember this” Taehyung beamed as he pocketed his letter. Suga wondered what was written on it. Athena was smiling shyly, surprised when Taehyung suddenly grabbed her wrist.

“This is for you as well, take care of it,” He said as he wrapped the silver bracelet he was wearing earlier on her wrist. Suga felt stupid for not giving her anything to remember him by, but she probably had a lot of their merchandise right?

He saw her blush as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. Taehyung must have really liked her letter for him to give her his bracelet. She observed her new gift with sparkling eyes, a smile so big that her cheeks bunched up together. She bowed and mouthed a thank you at Taehyung who copied her by mouthing the word welcome as well. She then took her album from the table and waved goodbye.

“She was sweet, wasn’t she Hyung?” Taehyung mentioned

Suga only smiled when the next fan came up to him. “Oh my gosh! I was so stupid! I didn’t take a picture of you and Athena! I totally forgot!” the girl pouted in disappointment. Suga made a confused look “excuse me?”

The girl looked at him with an embarrassed look on her face. “Oh I mean the girl before me, Athena, she mentioned earlier that you were her bias, so I planned on taking a pic at least for her. I totally forgot!” she then slapped her forehead.

Suga blushed, bowing his head. “I am?”

The girl shrieked “Yes!! Well, that’s what she said earlier, I only met her here so I don’t know much about her but she said we could be friends so…why not right?”

Wow, this girl is a talker.

Suga took the album from her, wrote something, and signed it. “Well, then could you do me a favor?” This is a risk he was willing to take.

Surprised, the girl eagerly nodded. “Will you keep it a secret?” he asked. This was risky. Overhearing their conversation Taehyung piped in. “What are you planning, Hyung?”

Suga leaned closer to him and whispered something in his ear, Taehyung only made an ‘are you sure?’ look. Suga shrugged his shoulders and motioned for the girl to come closer.

He had to make sure she wouldn’t tell anyone but Athena or else he’ll have to switch numbers again and the management will fry him. “The number I wrote on your album, give it to Athena and tell her the words “You are the flame”, she’ll know what it means” The girl intrigued nodded obediently, “but please do not tell anyone about this, I’m trusting you,” he said.

“Cross my heart” the girl beamed. He gave her a thumbs-up as she waved a goodbye and nearly jumped up and down towards Taehyung.

Taehyung only gave him a look that he knew that he didn’t approve of his plan but the few minutes of meeting her intrigued him so much that he was willing to risk his privacy just to meet her again. It was a bonus knowing that he was her bias, maybe that was why she was blushing the whole time? He had hoped she hadn’t noticed him blushing as well. Suga smiled to himself as another fan came up to him with eagerness.

“Athena” he whispered to himself...

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joonclouds · 4 years ago

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The Price Of A Wish | 2

The third time you meet Jung Hoseok, you realise the last ten years has done nothing to the way you were drawn to him, with a force as sure and inescapable as gravity.

CHAPTER INDEX

Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Idol!Hoseok, Chaebol!Reader, OT7 bangtan show up too, Slow Burn, Unrequited feelings, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Fluff, (we might include some other things later let’s see)

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You’re into the last leg of this evening. Between having to skip dinner, make small talk with businessmen who make it their life’s work to mansplain the workings of this country’s economy to you, and Jung Hoseok upending your world on it’s ass, you’ve almost made it through the night.

With an arm resting in the crook of Taehyung’s elbow, the two of you take a slow walk around the less occupied parts of the gallery before you have to be at the main foyer to see off the guests. It’s not hidden from everyone’s eyes, but it’s a little ways from the crowd and you’re glad for the small breather. The two of you stop in front of one of your favourite pieces in the new collection - a massive triptych that takes up almost the whole wall at the far end of the exhibition hall.

“So, Jung Hoseok, huh.”

Taehyung is speaking softer now and he tilts his head closer to your ear, like he’s telling you a secret. Even while you’re wearing heels, he’s taller than you by half a head.

“It’s nothing.”

“You left me hanging“ - he emphasises the me by pressing an offended hand to his chest - “to greet him. That’s not nothing.”

“Well, he’s an important guest.”

You think back to the fleeting hello, which really was more for the attending press than the two of you. It was like something out of a bad romance anime, complete with the slow motion and sparkly shit, just shy of having a few rose petals fly across the screen. You weren’t seventeen, you were twenty eight, for crying out loud. You could be a mature adult about this.

While your idiot of a heart had gone and betrayed you, as soon as the fluttery feeling had subsided, a tinge of bitterness and anger were quick to make themselves known. Very slight, but there, nonetheless. It made the single moment seem stupid and unwarranted, and that was exactly how you felt about Jung Hoseok.

You play it off coolly, but as you know by now, no matters of the heart (well, your heart, specifically) got past Kim Taehyung.

“Always knew you had high standards.”

“He’s not on the standard.”

“So… is it a celebrity fan crush or is it like…” Taehyung gives your arm that’s hooked in his elbow an enthusiastic shake. Whatever that meant. “Because in my entire nine years of knowing you, you’ve not mentioned his name even once.”

“It just didn’t come up, I guess. ”

“Oh, it didn’t come up.”

“He’s just a friend, okay?”

“Oh, so now he’s just a friend.”

“Did you like, lose your brain halfway through the small talk?”

He groans. “I had to talk to duck face selfie girl at one point so maybe a good chunk of it just slid right out of my ears.”

Despite yourself, you’re amused, but you tuck the smile away behind your teeth.

“Come on, ____. Your definition of making friends is holding people at arms length until they’ve all but signed a blood oath and sworn their firstborn to you in fealty.”

“Ugh. Go back and talk to selfie girl.” You shrug your arm out of Taehyung’s elbow, but he’s quick to tuck it back in place affectionately, and you let him.

“So friends… with benefits?” He presses after a moment, nudging your shoulder with his.

“Academic benefits,” you scowl. “I helped him pass math class.”

Your friend turns to you with a look on his face.

“Oh no.” You groan.

“Oh yes.” Taehyung beams at you with a smile that is way too cheeky to mean anything good. “A crush, but not just any crush, ____, a highschool crush.”

“We were close in highschool. Then he left to be a trainee when he graduated and we lost touch. That’s it, okay? Now can we please drop it?”

“If you think I’m going to be satisfied without the juicy det- ow, fuck! Stop!“

You pinch Taehyung’s arm and he yelps. To anyone not privy to this conversation, you and he are director and curator, finding time during the bustling evening to appraise the opening collection. It looks like he’s made an amusing comment when you nudge him and he laughs amicably.

You elbow him in the ribs to make a point. Hard.

“I’m running on 3 hours sleep, I can’t breathe in this dress, and these heels make me want to strangle something. So help me god I will not hesitate to throw them, and you, off the top floor balcony to christen this new gallery.”

It’s not really a surprise, but the threat does nothing to deter Taehyung. He’s a dog with a bone and not about to let it go anytime soon.

“I haven’t seen you that starry eyed since you watched Bocelli live.”

“That’s different,” you gripe. “Would you be starry eyed if you met god?”

“My point exactly.”

“Ugh.” You throw your hands up in frustration. “So I was seventeen, I had a crush, he moved away after graduation, now we’re here, nothing is going to hap- “

“Shut up.” Taehyung hisses.

“Wow, you know, that’s pretty rich for someone who - “

“Do you want to look like an idiot? Shut up, ____. Shut up right now.”

“What?” You demand, turning to him, confused and annoyed (more so the latter because he’d been the one trying to pull this story out of you). He’s smiling at something over your shoulder, so smug you just know it in your bones it can’t be anything good. You know that look and it makes the blood drain from your face when you guess the worst possible reason for it.

Your voice is a whisper. “He’s coming over, isn’t he.”

“Yep.”

“Fuck.”

Turning around, Hoseok is right there and you pray to any benevolent god for enough functioning braincells to hold a conversation. Actually, just even one braincell would be fine, because that’s more than you had going for you right now.

“Hey, Hoseok.” You breathe.

“Hey, ____.”

Hoseok offers his hand to Taehyung and smiles. “Jung Hoseok.”

“Pleasure. Kim Taehyung.”

As Taehyung accepts the handshake, he can see why you were so mesmerised. He can imagine Hoseok to be quite the looker, even when he was younger and hadn’t necessarily grown into all his features yet. The guy exuded an easy charm about him that many had fallen victim to. Many, including you (still falling, Taehyung was sure of this).

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“No, perfect timing, actually.” Taehyung replies easily. “I was just telling ____ that I should head back out to see if everything’s running smoothly.”

One of his hands comes to the middle of your back and gives it a firm nudge. Just enough for you to be slightly off balance, making you take a tiny step in Hoseok’s direction.

Horrified, you open your mouth to say something, but again, Taehyung beats you to it.

“It was great to meet you, Hoseok. You two catch up alright, bye!”

And with that, he’s turning on his heel with a tiny wave and scuttling away. When this evening was over, you were going to find that guy and burn his entire silk pyjama collection, designer or not. Even better, if they were designer.

“Just thought I’d come say hi. Properly, this time.”

Hoseok’s voice is lower now, and there’s a relaxed way about how he’s got one hand in his pocket that definitely wasn’t there before. He’d grown out of his teenage chub into elegant cheekbones, a high nosebridge, and a sharp jawline. It’s with a little twinge that you note how painfully handsome he is now - a reminder that this isn’t your Hoseok - he’s older, different.

“I hope you enjoyed the evening?” It feels formal - too formal, but you don’t know how to talk to this version of him yet, so you take the safe small talk route. He gives the room an approving once over, raising his glass to it and takes a sip.

“I did. The space looks wonderful, and it’s a really commendable initiative. I think a lot of artists will benefit from it. I’m proud of you, ____. I’m glad I came.”

“I’m glad you found the time.”

You really hadn’t intended for your tone to be quite so sharp, but the bitterness leaks, no matter your efforts to patch up the cracks.

“I guess I deserved that.” He sighs. “Look. I just wanted to say I - I’m sorry.“

“Yes, I agr- wait. What?” The apology is unexpected, and makes you draw a blank mid- small talk script.“Wait. What for?”

Hoseok hooks a finger under his neck scarf, pulls at it a little to loosen it.

“Like. For.” He gestures vaguely in the air. “The last time we spoke.. Or didn’t.”

Oh.

The bitterness rises very close to the surface now, you can almost taste it at the back of your throat, bubbling and indignant. With lips tightly pressed together, you swallow it back down.

“It’s okay. I didn’t need you to apologise for anything.” Your voice is surprisingly level.

“Well. “Hoseok looks a little lost, like he wasn’t the only one being caught off guard this evening. “I needed to say it anyway.”

“For who? For me, or you?” You’re still pretending like you’re having this conversation with the art piece on the wall instead of him.

“Well. It’s alright. Thank you for your apology,” you continue when he doesn’t reply, calm but curt. “I’ve heard it, and I hope that resolved any residual misunderstandings.”

Hoseok huffs a chuckle but it’s more like a sharp exhale. “You haven’t changed one bit, have you?”

This pricks your temper. If he wanted your attention, he certainly has it now.

“No,” you deadpan. “Not really.”

“Why do you -“ he pauses, gestures to you frustratedly, head to toe, “ - always cut people off when they try and reach out to you, run away when - “

“If we’re really going to be digging up the past, Hoseok, it’s more like you ran away from me.”

He runs a hand through his hair, disturbing the way it was styled.

“ ___, If you could just hear me out, I - “

The bitterness - it rises, bubbles, boils over.

“I’ve heard you out, Hoseok, listened to your apology.”

“Look, I just want us to start over again - “

“Start over?” You let out a snort, not caring that it’s terribly unprofessional and cameras might be watching. “Newsflash, your insufferable persistence is ten years too late.”

Your annoyed outburst hangs in the air as you finally turn to face him properly.

His apology angers and softens you in equal measure. You can’t figure out what his deal is - why he’d never bothered to cross paths with or even reach out to you all these years, though you both ran in overlapping circles of art and entertainment. Until today.

You allow yourself one tiny moment of honesty, dropping all the bells and whistles that came with the persona you had created for tonight.

“Why didn’t you call me back, Hoseok?”

You’ve said it so quietly that he barely catches it.

When Hyunmin, his manager, had insisted he come to this event because his next project, it was a bit of a reluctant agreement on Hoseok’s part when he found out you were the main hostess. Since leaving town, he’d packed up all its memories, shoved them into a metaphorical basement, locked them up with a key and tossed that key to the bottom of a river called Not Dealing With Things. That included you. The whirlwind of the past ten years had done a good job of making sure that basement stayed locked.

So in his confidence he’d been prepared to show up, greet you, apologise, get over some initial awkwardness, make small talk - he’s handled worse. But he wasn’t prepared for you to be even more beautiful than he remembered. Doe eyed and glowing, lips curved into a charming smile, and dressed in a long silver gown that made it look like you were walking in a puddle of moonlight.

Maybe, even that he could handle, if all you offered him was that warm facade that you showed to everyone. But he certainly was not prepared for you looking at him with eyes as soft as the first time he met you.

He opens his mouth to explain himself, but then shuts it again, like he can’t find the right words or bring himself to spin up an excuse. You see his hesitation and suddenly your eyes are cold again and the shutters are up - he’s back to square one.

“Nevermind. Don’t tell me. I don’t care. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

Before he knows it, you’re spinning away in your moonlight dress, leaving him there alone.

He lets out a deep sigh and rubs a hand over his face. Stalks a straight line to the valet, taps his shoe impatiently as the driver gets his car, slides in without tipping anyone, and floors the pedal, heading for the highway.

He needs to get away.

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jamaiskookie · 4 years ago

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chapter two ; vent shenanigans

🎃 warnings: mentions of injury / falls, police officer jargon (?)

🎃 word count: 4.1k

🎃 genre: crack + humour = quality bangtan fics

🎃 A/N: i’m back!! i missed you... what’s up ? :-) go flood my inbox okay thanks HEHEHEHEHHEHE I’M EVIL FOR ENDING IT LIKE THIS BUT I’M NOT SORRY

main masterlist. heist masterlist. PREV

🎃 synopsis: “it’s heist time, baby!“ detective jeon jungkook is not nicknamed ‘golden maknae’ for no reason. he’s good at everything, except pleasing his superiors, something his colleagues find to be a piece of cake. which is why he jumps on the opportunity to finally prove himself in something he knows he’ll excel in: a halloween heist.

“Who has the key?”

“It’s not me! It’s Jeon, I can feel it in my bones!”

“Wha-? Are you kidding me right now?”

“It’s you! I never saw where the key went after you took the box away, you must’ve stashed it on yourself instead of putting it inside the box! Guys, I got it, it’s Jungkook. Now everyone just hOARD him-”

“Don’t you dare touch Jungkook!”

“I left the key in the box so no one can snatch it!”

“Jimin, get your hand away from my ass or I swear to God I will murder you- ”

“Wait, so are we trying to find the key or the box or the watch? I’m honestly just confused?”

“JUNGKOOK. It’s Jungkook, I’m literally calling it.”

“Bitch- pardon my french- but, Bitch?? I have been staying still all this time! I think it’s Namjoon, he’s making random accusations with zero reasoning.”

“I literally don’t know what’s going on.”

“What’s the use of teams if we’re all going to be like this? I vote that we all split up, every man for themselves.”

“I agree, Seokjin is not a very good teammate. He spent the last few minutes practicing a dance to Beyonce’s ‘Partition’. I think he’s in a cult, but we’ll get back to that.”

“I’m not in a cult, it’s a dance team! It’s a sport, you know?”

“Fuck, who was that?”

“That’s my hand, what the fuck? Why are all the lights off?”

“Is there a power shortage?”

“Holy fucking goddamn shit, someone must be trying to get the box! Protect, protect, protect! I repeat: Someone is infiltrating!”

“How do we know it’s not just you pulling a trick, huh, TAEHYUNG?!”

“The box, it’s fucking gone!”

The lights abruptly switch back on. Jimin and Taehyung fall back with a thud, wincing at the sudden intrusion of light. Everyone turns to the middle of the room. A gasp goes around the precinct.

Yoongi.

literally only ten minutes ago :

Jungkook is slightly regretting all the decisions he has made over the course of his short 23 years of living. It may be too late for that- He’s made some really stupid desicions before- but if only he had come clean and just taken disciplinary action. Maybe he wouldn’t have been roped into such an elaborate plan.

Although, he must admit, it does appeal to his competitive side. But if only he had just told the Captain earnestly, that he was just eating overripe bananas for the hell of it, he wouldn’t be hanging upside down from the ceiling of the precinct right now.

Because if there’s anything he’s learned from his accumulative 10 hours per week spent on Among Us, it’s that vents are the best invention known to mankind for all things sneaky and deceitful. This particular incident checks both of those boxes.

Except he isn’t killing one of the players and chucking them off a spaceship.

Jimin whispers in his ear through Jungkook’s airpods, “Are you okay? Over.”

“Hello Carbonara Boy, please use our code names. Over.” Jungkook whispers in response.

“Justin Seagull, is everything going smoothly? Over.” Jungkook cracks up as quietly as he is able to at his code name.

“Carbonara Boy, the coast seems to be clear. Going in.” Jungkook mumbles into the phone.

“Okay Justin Seagull,” Jimin pauses before continuing. “Be careful, don’t fall out of the vents like you did last time.” Jungkook swallows his annoyance down.

“That was one time, and it was barely a fall.” Jungkook says through gritted teeth. “Carbonara Boy.” He adds as an afterthought after he realises he had foregone the codename formalities.

“You were almost rushed to the ER, what do you mean barely-?!” Jimin argues, and Jungkook’s eye twitches. He’s so tempted to mute Jimin on his call, but he can’t afford it. He needs someone to be on the lookout in case Yoongi pops back from his fourth coffee run of the night.

Jungkook’s head bangs against the top of the vent, and he wordlessly curses whoever designed these things to be so tiny. It’s like they didn’t even consider that an (almost) 6 foot man would be crawling through the ceiling vent to win a Halloween Heist. He crawls army style on his elbows, inching forward slowly to the next opening.

“Justin Seagull- ” Jimin stops. “Wait, what’s Namjoon’s codename?” Jungkook’s about to reply when a voice rings out, clearly from below him. He stops in his tracks, not paying attention to Jimin’s question.

“- helping Jeon? From what I know, you take delight in ratting him out.” Says a voice which sounds suspiciously like Taehyung. Jungkook can feel the force of Namjoon’s eyes rolling all the way from the ceiling.

Wait. Taehyung? Namjoon? Did he accidentally crawl to the break room? Jungkook throws his head back- as much as he can in the enclosed space, internally groaning and working out the physics of how the heck he’s going to be able to turn around in this tiny vent.

What he meant to do was get to the middle of the precinct. He strategically had placed his watch box straight underneath a vent covering, meaning he could swing down and grab the box immediately while Jimin created some sort of distraction. How did he manage to get to the break room instead?

“I can’t.” A snobby sounding voice pipes up to answer Taehyung. Yes, that was definitely Namjoon’s nagging voice. “He’s attacked my pride now, I have to win!” Taehyung sighs- a sound that Jungkook has practically memorised just from the sheer amount of times Taehyung has sighed at whatever kind of stupid antics Jungkook has found himself doing.

“Okay,” The sergeant relents. “It can’t be too hard. It’s just taking a watch. It’s not even guarded, or hidden, or anything. Just out there in plain sight. I’ll go out and get it. I have work to get back to, and I need to be back home early tonight, the twins are going trick-or-treating.”

Jungkook hears a loud scraping noise, and then a goose quacking from below.

“Are you stupid?” Nevermind, it wasn’t a goose. Just Namjoon screeching. “It’s a Halloween Heist. No way it’ll be that easy, we’re playing against the best officers in the force. If you go out and grab it, then the others will come out and pounce on us.”

“Okay!” Taehyung relents, giving in so that Namjoon will stop his duck screeching. “Then what do you propose we do?” There’s a pregnant pause and the unmistakable sound of Namjoon fiddling with his glasses- a habit he’s built up when he’s concentrating.

Jimin is still yelling through Jungkook’s airpods, even though Jungkook can’t reply. Jungkook drags himself back by a centimeter experimentally, accidentally bumping his head against the top of the vent. His face twists up in pain, wordlessly hissing.

“What was that?” Taehyung asks.

Curses.

Jungkook scampers away (As much as he can scamper in a tiny vent.) going backwards on his elbows as fast and as quietly as he can. But then suddenly, his abdomen sinks in the metal below him, and the vent floor rips apart. Jungkook freezes, and promptly falls into the air.

Bemusedly, Jungkook wonders if this is how felons feel when they hear a police siren nearby. It’s terrifying. Maybe he should be more empathetic to his perps. Jungkook lands on his stomach with a deafening, telltale screech of the metal scraping the floor, rolling across on his back in excruciating pain.

“- Kook, did you hear me? I said that I think you’re headed to Namjoon- what was that noise?” Jimin questions worriedly from the phone. Jungkook sighs in relief, because Jimin’s clear voice means his phone is still intact from the fall. He brings his knuckles up to his eyeline and winces.

His phone may be intact, but his body is slightly ruined. Nothing new, he thinks. At least he didn’t break a bone this time.

Namjoon and Taehyung look on confusingly. After a wild pause of silence and tension, Namjoon speaks. “Were you,” He says, enunciating each syllable. “Spying on us?”

“Not intentionally.” Jungkook defends, still hurt on the ground. “I just fell out of a vent, and your biggest worry is that I was spying on you guys? Wow. I’m hurt. I thought we were closer than this, Kim.” Namjoon waves away Jungkook’s concerns.

“You always fall out of things. This isn't even the first time you’ve fallen out of a vent.”

“- Why does everyone keep bringing that up!”

The break door swings open, and Jimin screams when he sees Jungkook laying on the floor. “Oh, god! Oh, god, oh God! Oh no, what happened?” He blanches at the sight of the tiniest amount of blood lacing Jungkook’s knuckles.

“I’m fine,” Jungkook grumbles, reaching his hand up to motion at Jimin. His hair is sticking out in all directions, his clothes crumpled and his Jimin grabs a hold of him with his left hand, pulling him up so he can stand. Jungkook groans, clutching at his stomach. “I’m fine, this isn’t even that bad. The metal took most of the fall.” He insists. “I’m not going to break my three year streak of not going to a doctor.”

“You haven’t been to a doctor in three years??” Before Taehyung can jump into his lecture on how poorly Jungkook is managing his health, Jungkook balances on his feet and flings an arm around Jimin’s shoulder, smiling brightly.

“Carry on with your heisting, men. Apologies for the interruption, my B. Definitely my bad.” Jungkook dismisses it and heads to the direction of the door as if there is not a whole chunk of vent on the ground, which he just fell out of. But Namjoon just shrugs. That’s Jungkook for you.

The man has unorthodox ways and almost always lives spontaneously.

“What is going on here?” Hoseok asks just as Jungkook and Jimin are about to walk out. The Captain stares suspiciously inside, and Jungkook’s smile stretches unnaturally up to his ears; the smile he puts on manually when he has something to hide.

“Nothing! I didn’t break any government property, that’s for sure.” Jungkook reassures the Captain, slowly closing the door behind him, concealing the mess inside with a blinding grin. Hoseok’s glare narrows, but he doesn’t make an attempt to investigate any further.

After all, the watch is still shut tight in the middle of the room, untouched and unmoving.

“What were you doing in the Kims’ territory?” Seokjin asks, but his gaze is fixed on his phone screen, texting furiously. He looks up when Jungkook doesn’t reply.

“Umm,” Jimin fumbles. “We were just-”

“Jeon fell out of a vent.” Hoseok proposes, filling in the rest of Jimin’s sentence.

“The fuck?” Jungkook sputters out. “How did you know?” Jin breaks out in laughter, pushing both of them aside to peek into the room. Sure enough, metal scraps lay in the center with the imprint of Jungkook’s back seen in the middle. His laugh grows more obnoxious and he leans over his stomach.

Hoseok shrugs nonchalantly, but there’s a satisfying victorious glint in the corner of his eye. “You have blood on your knuckles, I can see the Kims in there looking at something on the ground, and I figured the large crash we heard could only mean that Jungkook did something.” Jungkook pouts.

“Plus,” Hoseok points out. “This isn’t the first time Jungkook’s fallen out of a vent, so it was fairly simple figuring out what happened.” Jungkook holds his palm up, signalling his superior to stop.

“Okay,” He sighs out. “We get it. I fall out of vents. I’m not the imposter, I swear this was an accident.” Hoseok turns to Seokjin, forcing him to abruptly force down his laughing fit, as he always does when he doesn’t understand a pop culture reference.

“Oh,” Jin begins explaining. “It’s this really popular game online. There is an imposter which acts as a killer, and they have to kill everyone on the ship before each crewmate finishes their tasks.” If anything, Jin’s explanation leaves even more questions unanswered, but the Captain doesn’t pry any further. Jungkook’s grin softens sheepishly.

“Nothing suspicious here!” He exclaims loudly, hobbling away with Jimin back to the evidence room. Four pairs of eyes follow his footsteps, waiting just in case he suddenly reaches out to grab the box. But Jungkook is smart enough to know that his colleagues aren’t afraid to tackle him, crippled or not.

Reluctantly, Hoseok walks back to his office, dragging Seokjin by the collar. Namjoon sighs, pursing his lips in annoyance.

“Well,” He remarks defeatedly to Taehyung. “There goes our vent plan.” He crosses off ‘Among Us Vent ~ Plan #53’ off the gigantic bright pink binder which lays on the table. Taehyung not-so-secretly lets out a relieved exhale, which Namjoon pretends not to notice.

But the vent isn’t what triggers the chaos about to ensue. No, that was entirely a misunderstanding. Jungkook balances himself on Jimin’s shoulder, while Jimin is chastising him, scolding him for not being careful.

“If you keep falling out of vents-”

“Again, it was only twice-”

“Two times more than necessary. Normal people don’t fall out of vents that often, Jungkook.” Jungkook beams down at Jimin, the tip of a bad joke already rolling out his mouth.

“But we’re not normal people, Chimmy,” He says proudly. “We’re cops.” He says it as if he’s reciting a speech after being awarded a medal for his work in the force, not like someone who just fell (Quite spectacularly) out of a vent.

“The vent just couldn’t hold all this muscle.” Jungkook says. “All of this,” He holds up his knuckles and flexes his knee out cautiously. He really isn’t that badly hurt. Jimin just makes a big deal out of everything. “Will be healed soon.” Jimin doesn’t seem too convinced.

Jungkook shuts the evidence room door behind him, rubbing the back of his neck in slight regret. In hindsight, the whole vent idea was probably a bad idea. Even if it did end up sounding like a good plan, he should’ve sent Jimin in the vent instead of him. Jimin’s short stature and thin stance would have given him a much larger advantage than Jungkook had in a vent. Jimin also has a better sense of direction than Jungkook does. He probably wouldn’t have ended up crawling to the break room.

Jimin sits Jungkook down, still side-eyeing him annoyingly for the vent incident.

“Okay, so plan A failed!” Jungkook exclaims, worriedly positively. “Time for plan B!”

Jimin’s right eyebrow lifts up in confusion. “Do you have a plan B?”

“Well… ” Jungkook pauses. “No, but we’ll work one out.”

“Just no more vents, please?” Jimin pleads, and Jungkook agrees. As if Jimin would let him go five feet near a vent ever again even if he didn’t agree.

“Okay, no more vents. I promise.” (Jungkook crosses his third finger over his index finger behind his back. Just in case. You never know when going inside a vent is going to come in handy.)

“You know, I was thinking… ” Jimin ponders, and Jungkook perks up, listening intently. “It’s weird that Yoongi’s not back- ” Jungkook put a finger up, silently telling Jimin to shut up for a bit. He peeks outside the door through the blinds, frowning. After almost zero thought or consideration, he flings the door open and steps outside.

“Hey!” Jimin squeaks out. “You’re not fully healed yet, you shouldn’t walk-!” He follows Jungkook out the door. Outside, possibly the most brutal fight ever happened in the precinct is going on. And that’s saying something. They have some of the highest arrest records in Seoul.

You would be surprised how violent teenaged girls can get when you take away their phones.

Jimin can still feel that bald spot at the back of his head if he reaches back far enough. That patch of hair will never grow back, he thinks sadly. Curse Kim Yoona, that little delinquent. He should’ve just left her alone when he saw her drinking a can of beer on the sidewalk.

Outside, Jin and Taehyung are currently engaged in the most intense screaming match Jungkook has ever seen.

“- Well then, WHY would you be out here messing with the box then?!” The squawking noise comes from Seokjin.

“MESSING WITH THE BOX? I did no such thing!” And the shrieking is Taehyung’s voice.

“You’re clearly trying to steal the box straight in front of us, idiot!” Squawk.

“I was just trying to get to my desk!” Shriek.

“wHY would you go through this path to get to your desk?” Squawk.

Jungkook waves his arms, walking in between the two feuding men, as if his body can block out the squawking and shrieking. It doesn’t, and the men continue to argue through Jungkook’s torso.

“You’re trying to win the heist by being an idiot? That’s what you’re doing?”

“An idiot-? - Jungkook get out of the way I’m going to commit murder- ”

“Seokjin,” Jungkook sighs. “Don’t murder him in a police station. If you must, you might as well do it in a dark alley or something.” Taehyung looks offended, but he doesn’t have enough time to get mad or berate him through Jungkook’s ongoing speech.

“What’s going on? Is the box still here?” Jungkook asks. The box is sat still just about a meter next to him, which is slightly relieving and at the same time, disappointing. He thought some real drama had been going on.

Hoseok and Namjoon are huddled in a corner, watching. A sigh leaves Namjoon’s lips, but nobody can tell whether the source of the sigh is from frustration or just one of Namjoon’s periodic i-can’t-believe-i-work-with-these-idiots sighs, which Jungkook is usually the recipient of.

The captain and the exasperated officer step forward, about to enter the screaming match. Jimin also shuffles towards the huddle of police, craning his head to examine the box- which is still sitting untouched. But not for long, of course.

Namjoon frowns, already suspicious of the other side and he slides over next to Taehyung, defending him. The very same way, Hoseok stands at Seokjin’s side, quietly displaying a rare case of loyalty. Seokjin preens over the box, but he can’t open it to see if the watch is still inside- the others would surely protest.

And Jungkook and Jimin are just left awkwardly to the side, looking over the looming threat of the severe conflict going on.

“Who has the key?” The Captain asks.

And well, you know the rest. (Just scroll up, please. For efficiency’s sake there will be a slight time skip. Thank you for your cooperation!)

two minutes after the start of the screaming match ~

“Yoongles-!” Seokjin yelps at the sight of Yoongi bursting in. Yoongi looks seemingly confused; obviously some sort of distraction or act he’s played up to confuse the precinct- well, Jungkook will have none of that, thank you very much.

“Okay,” He scowls. “We get it, Yoongi, you intellectual smuck.” Yoongi stares blankly at Jungkook, mouthing the words ‘intellectual smuck’ silently to himself.

“What, suddenly you have the vocabulary skill of an actual adult?” Yoongi asks in his signature dry and emotionless tone. Jungkook should be offended, but he still hasn’t passed that vocabulary test from the second grade, so maybe he has a point.

Even the Captain is staring warily at Yoongi. Namjoon and Taehyung are just straight up glaring at this point. Jimin is just confused.

“I just came back from a Starbucks- I didn’t want to support capitalism, but nothing else was open this late- what are you guys doing?” Before anyone can answer his obvious lie, he notices the chair in the middle of the room. “Oh hey,” He says, the expression on his face lifting up a little. “Are you guys done already?”

Six heads slowly turn to the middle of the precinct to the chair that Jungkook had dragged out just half an hour ago. It’s empty, with just a light coating of dust left on the surface of the seat. The six heads turn back to Yoongi with knowing glances and pointed glares.

He lifts one hand- the hand not holding the starbucks paper cup in surrender.

“Wasn’t me.” He said, unconcerned. “Why would I bother stealing it?” But his hand clutching the coffee cup is placed weirdly, like he grabbed it hastily in the dark. And, Jungkook notices Yoongi's left knee is weirdly pressed against the second drawer in his desk.

Jungkook’s eyes narrow.

“Then if you didn’t steal it,” Yoongi rolls his eyes in irritation when he hears the word ‘steal’. “What’s in that second drawer, Yoongles?” Yoongi halts. After an odd moment of hesitation, he sets down his coffee. He swallows down nothing, gulping while darting his eyes around. His cheeks turn rosy, which is unsettling to see on his pale as white face.

Min Yoongi is nervous, which is a sight Jungkook never thought he would live to see.

Strangely enough, he exchanges a brief look to Jimin before stuttering out a response to Jungkook. “Ah- ” He blurts out. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” Namjoon barks out. “I take back the accusation I placed on Jungkook, then. Yoongi clearly orchestrated this whole thing.” Yoongi sputters out some noise of complaint.

“Open the drawer, Min.” Hoseok commands, exercising his authority in a slightly (?) questionable way. However, nobody seems to be complaining. Nobody but Yoongi, of course.

“Hey!” He yells. “That's an infringement of privacy! You have no right to do so, even as my employer!” Hoseok, regrettably, has to commend his employee’s knowledge of rights and bylaws in the workplace. Jungkook curses. He only has two options to win the heist now, each just as unlikely feasible as the other.

1. Somehow manage to convince Yoongi to open his drawer, then grab onto the watch-box before anyone else gets a hold of it.

Highly unlikely that Yoongi will open his drawer in the first place; that man is the physical manifestation of the word stubborn.

2. Cause a distraction and break into Yoongi’s drawer.

Quite unethical for a police officer to do in the first place. And also, he’d really prefer to come out of this heist alive. And Yoongi would definitely skin him alive if he went through his private stuff. So the best chance he’s got is to prod at option number one.

Jungkook crosses his arms together. Beside him, Taehyung and Hoseok do the same. “There’s only one reason you wouldn’t open the damn drawer, sunbae.” He says. “It’s because you have the watch-box inside, isn’t it?”

Seokjin nods in agreement. “You put up this whole front saying you want nothing to do with this and then dropping off to go get coffee so we wouldn’t suspect you!”

“How else can you explain all the lights suddenly turning off?”

“Must have been a freak power cut, I don’t know!”

“Also!” Jimin adds furiously. “You didn’t even get us anything from Starbucks! How could you? You know the pumpkin spice latte is only here until Halloween!” Which is the least of their worries right now, but Jimin’s remark is enough to make Yoongi flinch.

“I’m telling you,” He insists, but his grip on the drawer hasn’t budged an inch. He’s nervous, but there’s a tiny proud or smug look in the corner of his eye. He definitely has the box. Jungkook’s now absolutely and completely sure of it. “I don’t have the stupid box thing!”

“You lie.” Taehyung accuses, and Hoseok nods. He’s been strangely silent, although Jungkook supposes the Captain can’t very well get angry and begin reprimanding his officers for something like this. A secondary theory he has is that the Captain can’t afford to lose his steely-cool reputation, which would be upheld no matter what Hoseok does, but he doesn’t bother to point that out.

“Hand over the box,” Jungkook says. “You can’t stay here all up until midnight.”

“I don’t have the goddamn box, for fuck’s sake-!”

“Language. If the ‘goddamn box’ isn’t hidden in your desk, then what is in your drawer of mystery, Officer Min?”

“Can a man not have his secrets?”

“Your secrets… are hidden in your office desk?”

“... Never mind that, I heard Jungkook fell out of a vent again, what was that about?”

“He just can’t keep himself from falling out of vents.”

“ONE TIME. - And you’re changing the subject! Stop it!”

Amidst the chaos unfolding, Namjoon stands in the corner, occasionally jumping in to jab a few words at a very infuriated Yoongi. When nobody is looking, the corner of Namjoon’s mouth tilts up in a smug, but subtle smirk. Nobody, not even his own ‘partner’ Taehyung is aware of the rectangular box containing someone’s certain watch in the second drawer of his desk. Now all he has to do is hold on to it until midnight.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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gimmesumsuga · 6 years ago

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Of Chivalry and Seduction

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x reader

Word count: 10K

Warnings: Vaginal fingering, unprotected sex. It’s fairly vanilla for me, really...

An ever-so-slightly early Happy Birthday to @readyplayerhobi ! I hope you love it ^^

“Sir Hoseok, how long is it you intend for us to stay?”

A smile tugging at his lips, Hoseok looks down to his Squire from atop his horse.

“For as long as Lord Kim is willing to tolerate us, I expect,” the knight replies in good humour and Jungkook smiles happily from where he walks on a few paces ahead, reins in hand. This is by no means their first visit, and Jungkook knows as well as anyone that Kim Taehyung would likely never let them leave if he had his way.

The journey from Hoseok’s homeland to that of his noble friend’s is by no means arduous but it is long, and after three days worth of riding he can think of nothing better than sitting in front of a nice warm fire, a stomach full of mead and a bed that consists of more than a pile of woollen blankets on cold and sodden ground.

“They're expecting us,” Jungkook observes, pointing ahead to the plume of smoke rising on the horizon from one of the houses many fireplaces. “I can’t wait to get into the warm; I swore last night my very blood had frozen stiff.” Hoseok makes agreeable humming noises as Jungkook continues to chatter idly, his steps echoing those of his horse’s hooves, and it’s only as they gradually emerge from the forest’s treeline that his Squire falls silent, the clay and timber walls of their destination such a welcome sight that Hoseok can already feel his spirits lifting with anticipation.

“Kim Namjoon!” The stablemaster’s head shoots up at the sound of Hoseok’s shout and when he sees them approaching his left hand rises to wave a greeting from where he’s stood in the centre of the courtyard, the reins of a young chestnut filly clenched in his right.

“Sir Hoseok!” he hails as he walks towards them. He smiles broadly and bows from the waist once they meet, addressing Hoseok first and then Jungkook second, nodding his head. Jungkook bows in turn to his elder. “We worried you’d come upon some misfortune along the way.”

“Nothing more than we could handle.” Namjoon nods at Hoseok’s dismissal of their concerns, his gaze falling on Jungkook.

“I’ve no doubt.” His tone is warm - his look fond - and Hoseok has to hold back a laugh at the sight of his Squire’s cheeks turning pink and his eyes lowering to the floor.

If there’s anyone or anything that can make Jungkook blush, it’s Kim Namjoon and his illustrious dimples. He does so at least ten times every time they visit, and for weeks after they leave all his Squire can ever talk about is the things the older boy has have taught him - not that Jungkook will acknowledge it whenever Hoseok might point it out, mind you.

He dismounts his horse without further delay as Jungkook keeps him steady, wincing as he attempts to stretch out the stiffness of his limbs.

“Shall I stable him for you?” Namjoon asks, offering to take the reins from Jungkook’s hand as the filly next to him playfully bobs and nods her head.

“N-no,” Jungkook stutters quickly, his head snapping up. “I can do it.”

“Let Master Kim handle him, Jeon.” Hoseok understands his Squire’s desire to seem independent and capable but it would seem ungracious to reject the stablemaster’s kind offer, and after glancing at the knight and seeing Hoseok’s pointed look, Jungkook finally relinquishes the reins of large black creature into Namjoon’s capable hands - albeit somewhat reluctantly. “See to my belongings,” he instructs, taking off his leather riding gloves finger by finger and then depositing them into Jungkook’s waiting hands, “And then return to assist Master Kim with whatever he may ask. Do your best.”

“Yes Sir,” the two men reply in tandem, each taking a bow. Hoseok pretends not to notice the way their eyes both meet as they straighten but smiles to himself as he walks away, confident that Namjoon will make sure the younger man works hard and stays out of trouble.

As he climbs the steps that lead up to the entranceway of Taehyung’s home Hoseok knocks his boots against the steps to rid them of the layer of mud coating their soles, loathe to tread the mess inside. He reaches the last step just in time to see the front door swing open wide and at the sight of a familiar figure stepping through it with arms spread open wide Hoseok laughs happily, rushing forward into the embrace that awaits him.

“My friend!” Lord Kim merrily exclaims as his arms encircle the Knight and pull him close, chest to chest and cheek to cheek. “It’s been far too long since I saw you last!”

“It has, my Lord,” Hoseok agrees as the young Lord finally releases him, happiness moulding Taehyung’s supple mouth into the same box-shaped smile he’s possessed since they were small.

“You know I care little for such formality,” Taehyung says with a dismissive wave of his hand at Hoseok’s use of his title, “From you, at least.” He steps back from the doorway, ushering his friend inside. “I’ve had the fires lit and your room prepared. Are you hungry?” Taehyung talks just as quickly as Hoseok remembers, barely pausing for a reply as he leads him from the entrance hall. Hoseok follows after him obediently, admiring the rich deep purple of Taehyung’s tunic as he walks ahead with a bounce in his step. It’s an impractical colour choice, certainly (most of Hoseok’s own garments are far plainer; all greens and browns and beige), but Taehyung has never cared much for the practicalities of life. Born into a wealthy and well-respected family, he’s had no need to.

“I could certainly eat,” Hoseok confirms, and as they enter Taehyung’s dining room in which a long dining table seats and a large fire crackles, his extravagant friend clicks his fingers at the serving girl stood in waiting. She scurries off as they take their seats, Hoseok trying not to wince once more at the lingering ache in his buttocks.

“You look well,” Taehyung observes, his deep brown eyes surveying the Knight up and down in the seat he’s chosen, closest to the fire.

“As do you.” He speaks honestly, no need for flattery between such lifelong friends. “Tell me the news; you must surely have plenty to share since last we spoke.”

Needing no further encouragement, Taehyung launches into an epic tale of all the recent comings and goings of the lands over which he resides; the glorious summer just passed and the bounty of the harvest that followed. Their food arrives whilst the young Lord is still in mid-flow and the leg of rabbit placed in front of him has Hoseok’s mouth near watering at the sight of it; the hard cheese and slices of apple at its side an added bonus.

“Ale?” Taehyung suddenly asks, grabbing the Knight’s waning attention. Ever since the food had arrived Hoseok had had some trouble focusing on whatever it was that was being said, to be frank.

“You know me too well,” Hoseok smiles, crunching down on a crisp slice of apple as Taehyung once again clicks his fingers in mid-air to summon service.

As is proper, the serving girl attends to her Lord first and foremost, and to be honest, Hoseok doesn’t even really think to pay you mind until ale is suddenly spilling across the table in front of him and onto his plate, spreading rapidly towards his lap.

“Forgive me!” you gasp, and as Hoseok abruptly pushes his chair back and rises out of harm’s way you rush to correct your mistake, dabbing up the mess you’ve made with your apron. “M-my apologies, Sir. My lord. I- P-please, forgive me.” With strands of hair falling across your face as you frantically right his fallen tankard Hoseok’s gaze is drawn to your heated cheeks, and when you finally straighten to face him he’s caught off guard by appealing you are in spite of the terror in your eyes.

“Worry not,” he finds himself saying, gesturing down the length of his figure to display that he’s still dry. Your gaze follows the path of his hand and somehow you seem to grow even further embarrassed when your eyes meet again, quickly looking away as you dip your head and bow. “No harm was done.”

Behind you, Taehyung rests with his chin in the palm of his hand and mirth twinkling in his eyes.

“You might do well to fetch the Knight a new meal, though,” he says in good humour, “One that’s still dry.” You spin on the spot with a start to face your employer, almost as though you’d forgotten he was there.

“Oh!” You pick up Hoseok’s plate quickly, dipping repeatedly as you back away from the table in the direction of the kitchens. “Yes. Yes, of course.” You turn on the spot and scurry away as fast as you can, unaware of the way Hoseok keeps his eyes on you until he can no longer, your figure disappearing around a corner out of sight.

He sits back down, shuffling his chair back toward the table as Taehyung finishes pouring the ale he’d so been looking forward to. Thankfully, there’s plenty left despite the spill. The two men bring their tankards together and toast to their good health before Hoseok takes his first sip, and it’s with a deep sigh of satisfaction that he places his drink back down on the table and licks his lips free of lingering foam.

You return just a moment later with Hoseok’s fresh plate held in both hands and your gaze fixed on your feet. You mumble apologies again as you put it down, and try as he may to catch your eye before you leave - eager to learn their colour - you seem to steadfastly avoid looking his way. A pity - he’s sure they’d be just as pretty as you are to behold.

“Her face is unfamiliar,” Hoseok comments whilst chewing his first mouthful, a fresh leg of rabbit held in both hands. He’d like to sound nonchalant but unfortunately, Taehyung knows him far too well to believe his statement to be entirely innocent and he looks up, a smile tugging at his lips as his jaw works to chew.

“It would be,” Taehyung replies having washed down his mouthful with another swig of ale. “Her service was offered to me in place of her father’s debts,” he explains. “The King’s increase in taxation has caused much hardship - bountiful harvest or not.”

Hoseok hums sympathetically at the frown that appears on his friend’s face. Though Taehyung was born blessed with riches he was cursed with a large heart as well, and as such, the Lord has always found it troublesome to witness the suffering and woes of those less fortunate than himself. Too often has he offered up some of his own wealth in their place, and though others of similar standing might call him a fool for doing so, Hoseok has always admired him for it.

“She’s a fine one to look at.” Taehyung chuckles at Hoseok’s statement, his one cheek puffed out from the great bite of bread he’s just taken.

“That she is.”

“You’ve noticed?” Hoseok’s eyebrows rise and Taehyung gives him a sideways look, corner of his mouth curling into a smirk.

“You know I’ve never held much of a fondness for skirts,” he grins and Hoseok laughs as Taehyung leans back in his seat, one hand rested casually on his stomach. “But I still have eyes.”

The knight nods as he chews, the ache in his stomach on its way to being sated with each mouthful of spiced and tender meat he swallows down. No doubt you’ll cross each other’s paths again during his stay, and if that should be so then Hoseok won’t turn down the chance to get to know you better.

“In any case, let’s not dwell on talk of your passing fancies,” Taehyung grins, “We’ve far more pressing matters to discuss than the fairer sex, my good friend.”

***

The pressing matter, it’d turned out, was nothing more than Taehyung’s burning desire for a hunt. For as long as Hoseok can remember it has a been a tradition for them to do so during his each and every visit, and this occasion is no exception. At the break of dawn three days after his arrival their small party had headed out into the forest on horseback, Taehyung and Hoseok leading the charge and Namjoon and Jungkook to the rear, conversing jovially back and forth.

Although tiresome, the trip had proved fruitful; Jungkook sharing the journey home with a young deer that Hoseok had brought down with his bow and many arrows; numerous rabbits hanging from each of the saddlebags of Namjoon’s horse. Even their pockets had been stuffed to the brim with all the edibles they could find - a bounty fit for a king. Each man had returned with a smile on his face and a song in their heart; an enjoyable day had by all.

“What a feast!” Taehyung exclaims, clapping his hand against Hoseok’s shoulder as they re-enter the manor. They take the tradesman’s entrance to avoid dirtying the floors unnecessarily, Namjoon and Jungkook walking in front, carrying the deer carcass between them towards the kitchens. “Tonight, we eat like Kings!”

“I look forward to it,” Hoseok smiles, laying his arm across Taehyung’s shoulder and ruffling the younger lord’s hair affectionately. “Though I feel as though I should take to my bed rather than the dinner table." Though he’d thought his body recovered from the long journey here, as soon as he’d mounted his horse those muscles had once again begun to cramp in protest. Even now, his thighs are aching with every step.

“Then go rest. I’ve had a fire prepared in your room and a bath for you to soak,” Taehyung tells him with a warm smile and Hoseok’s eyebrows rise at this new information, coming to a pause. The chance to wallow in a nice, warm bath is a luxury he can’t often afford, so he deeply appreciates his friend’s kind gesture. On witnessing Hoseok’s obvious enthusiasm at the thought Taehyung’s smile grows. “You’ll feel a new man in no time.”

“You treat me too kindly.”

“It’s no trouble,” he assures his older friend, “What’s mine is yours, after all.” With a parting smile and a pat of Hoseok’s shoulder, Taehyung takes his leave.

The matter of climbing the stairs proves rather a more difficult task than Hoseok would like thanks to the soreness of his limbs, but step by step he eventually reaches the top with a groan and a grimace. After so many years of riding, you’d think his body would surely be used to it. Perhaps this is the price to pay for growing older; Jungkook never seems to have such troubles.

Hoseok can already feel the heat coming from inside his room before he’s even stepped inside, and there’s a smile on his face as he unlatches the door and imagines how blissful it will feel to sink into such warmth. It’s smile that grows even wider when the scene that greets him is that of you busily preparing the long soak that awaits him; a light sheen of sweat across your brow as you frown with the effort that it takes to lift the pail of water that’s been heating on the fire and transfer it to the nearby tub.

You don’t even realise his presence at first, occupied as you are, and Hoseok’s glad of the opportunity to stand and watch you work for a little while, leaning his body against the doorway and folding his arms across his chest, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You’re humming quietly as you work, singing the odd word here and there in blissful ignorance of the gaze that’s traversing your body, appreciating your form.

You’re a beauty to behold - truly, you are. Hoseok hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you since the first moment he saw you - not now, not then, not in the days that have passed in between - and over time he’s become increasingly fond of you, from the little about you he knows. You’re always polite, well-presented and eager to please despite how hopelessly clumsy you may be, tripping over your feet and banging your elbows into doorways with nary a complaint.

You’re shy, too. He’s certain of that. Despite his persistence in trying to have your eyes meet you’ve continually shied away from his looks and his smiles, your gaze dropping to the floor and your cheeks aflame with heat. At first, he’d worried that perhaps his interest in you had been unwanted until he’d begun to catch you staring whenever he’d subtly glance your way. Moreover, your lack of coordination seems to be all the more severe in his presence; too flustered to simply put one foot in front of the other or pay proper attention to wherever it is you’re going.

The conversation he’d overheard between you and another of the serving girls had also helped put his mind at rest. Passing through the kitchens late one night in search of food he’d heard the sound of your voice and been unable to resist its draw, lingering outside the larder door to listen in on whatever it was you were giggling about. His chest had tightened when he’d realised it was him you were speaking of, a pleased smirk appearing on his face when you’d relented to your friend’s ceaseless questioning and admitted in hushed tones that yes, you thought he was handsome - the most handsome man you’d ever seen. Your friend had begun teasing you immediately after your confession - much to your dismay - and Hoseok had found it very difficult not to let his laughter give him away when insinuations had been made about whether or not he’d invite you to see his lance; perhaps even let you touch it. It was a joke that had amused him thoroughly but had earned your friend an audible slapping amongst squealing laughter.

That had been two nights ago now and the memory of your whispered words of adoration haven’t left Hoseok’s mind since. He’s been waiting for a moment exactly like this one to get you alone and speak to you. Hopefully, he might be able to put you enough at ease that you might actually manage to look him in the eyes and maybe - if luck is on his side - you might even allow him to touch you. Fortune has certainly favoured him enough to bring you here, after all.

You bend low over the side of the wooden tub and the Knight feels something sinful stirring deep down in his gut at the sight of you inadvertently presenting yourself to him; back arched and pert behind rising up in the air as you check the temperature of the water.

Lord, how he aches to touch you.

“Good day,” he greets when he can no longer bear to simply stand and stare, resisting the urge to laugh when the sound of his voice makes you startle, near jumping out of your skin as you straighten. Your mouth hangs open for a second at the sight of him before you promptly snap it shut, looking anywhere but directly at his face as you wipe your hands on your apron, nervous.

“G-good day, Sir Hoseok.” Your stilted reply makes him smile as he closes the door behind him and secures the latch. “Your bath is ready, as my Lord requested.” You dip your head as he walks towards both you and the tub, stepping back for him to take a look inside. The water looks divine, it’s warmth evident by the light steam rising from its surface.

“So I see.” Your eyes dart away again the moment Hoseok looks back at you, your lips pressing together. “You have my thanks.”

Your hands continue wringing at your apron, your head turning even further to the side as you add in a mumble, “I hope it pleases you, Sir,” as though addressing the floor.

“I’m sure it shall,” he reassures you, unable to keep himself from doing so. He wishes he could do more - wishes he could still your fidgeting hands by taking them in his - but it’s enough to see the hint of a fleeting smile on your lips at his kind words.

“Then I’ll take my leave,” you say with a slight curtsey, holding out your skirts and dipping your head, and you’re just a step or two from the door when suddenly Hoseok calls your name. He steps forward, stopping himself from touching you just at the very last moment when you turn and your eyes widen as they focus on his fingers hovering in mid-air, just an inch or so from your arm.

Suddenly Hoseok finds himself just as flustered as he’s seen you become so many times before, swallowing as he lets his arm fall back down to his side.

“I’d be grateful for your assistance,” he quickly begins to explain, “My limbs are so sore from the hunt I’m not sure I’m fit to even undress.” It’s you who’s swallowing now, trepidation evident on your face as you consider the task he’s asking of you, your eyes drifting down his body and back up again before pressing closed for a moment.

He shouldn’t have asked this of you. Although it may hurt to do so, Hoseok knows he’s more than capable of bathing unattended. This an abuse of his station. He shouldn’t-

“Forgive me, I’m sure you have other-”

“It’s alright,” you interrupt, eyes opening, and Hoseok feels all his breath leave him as you meet his gaze for the very first time. “My lord instructed for me to aid you as best I can, so I shall.”

“Thank you,” Hoseok says softly as you approach, your attention turning to the task at hand as the distance between you closes. You lick your lips as your hands lift to approach the laces of his shirt, pausing.

“May I?” Hoseok nods and you very gently pull the knot loose, loosening the collar and exposing more of his chest to your eyes, gaze travelling from left to right as it traces along his collarbones. You don’t seem to be breathing as far as Hoseok can hear, and taking pity on you he performs the next step in your stead, pulling the bottom of his shirt free of his pants with what he hopes is a kind and encouraging smile. Taking hold of its hem, he hears you finally take a gulp of air as you lift it up and over his head to expose his torso, and though he may wince at the way his arms protest at the motion he’s almost thankful that it hurt. At least his excuse for having you stay isn’t so much of a lie, this way.

He’d almost forgotten about the scar that mars his left pectoral until he notices you staring at it, and when you realise you’ve been caught looking you quickly lower your gaze, sheepish.

“A jousting injury,” Hoseok says in way of explanation, knowing that you’re too well-mannered to ask the question he knows is on your mind. You glance at it again and then up into his eyes, worrying your lip. “A pointed lance shattered my armour.” Two lines appear between your eyebrows as you frown and it takes a lot of effort for Hoseok not to want to lean down and kiss them away.

“You lost?” you ask and Hoseok smiles, head cocking slightly to the side as his chest inflates with pride.

“No. As his lance broke my opponent fell from his horse.”

“And you did not?” He adores the look of wonderment and admiration he can see in your eyes as you look up at him with a smile curling the bow of your lips.

“No, I did not,” he confirms and as your smile widens, his does too.

There’s a pause between the two of you but it doesn’t feel as uncomfortable as perhaps it should for two almost-strangers when stood toe to toe. He sees your gaze lower to his lips but before he can gather the courage to place his hands on your arms and draw you closer, you look down and the tension between you breaks.

“Shall I… remove these, also?” you ask slowly. Your hands reach out towards the tie of his pants and as they go your fingertips brush fleeting against his stomach. Your touch makes his abdominals twitch, blood rushing between his legs.

“Please.” His voice is husky when he speaks, heart pounding within his ribcage as he watches your deft, gentle fingers untie the knot of his pants. Your thumbs slip into their waistband and then you’re carefully sliding them down, sinking to the floor as they go to help him step out foot by foot, and when you look up at him from underneath your lashes Hoseok’s sure you’re going to send him to an early grave, his heart near stopping at the sight of you.

Both of you are well aware that he’s aroused. His hardening length is impossible to miss inside his undergarments and yet you pretend as though you don’t see it, averting your eyes as you rise from the floor, not knowing quite where to look.

“Shall I have these washed for you?” You turn away and begin to neatly fold his clothes, keeping yourself busy.

“Thank you,” he nods, more than a little pleased by the way he can see your hands lightly shaking as you work; your heart thumping so hard that he can see each beat of your pulse as it bounds beneath the delicate skin of your throat. It’s reassuring to know that you’re just as affected as he is, even if it isn’t so outwardly obvious.

Hoseok leaves his undergarments on as he steps into the tub and sinks down into the water. The warmth provides instant respite for his aching muscles and has him groaning with pleasure as he slumps even lower until the surface of the water reaches up to his chin, his eyes falling closed.

“I’ll take my leave if it so pleases you, Sir.” His eyes snap open again when you speak, sitting up a little straighter. You linger unsurely at the side of the bath with his clothes hanging over one arm, that ever-present blush filling your cheeks with colour.

“It would please me more should you stay,” he replies with a smile, lifting one arm out of the water and laying it across the rim of the bath to extend his hand out towards you. “A woman’s touch for my aches and pains.”

Once again Hoseok sees the hesitation in your eyes, noting the way you bite your lip as you look from his hand to his face and then back again. He’s not afraid you’ll reject him anymore, though. You wish to stay just as much as he does, that much is clear.

He sees the motion of a swallow in your throat before you take a deep breath and nod your head just once, short and decisive.

“As you wish.” Hoseok watches keenly as you put aside his clothes, laying them neatly on his bed and then placing your apron with them, his chest tightening as you approach the bath, rolling up your sleeves one by one. You kneel by the side of it and once again it seems as though you’re avoiding his gaze as you reach over the edge and pick up the washcloth that’s floating along the water’s surface. As you wring out the excess water he leans forward, granting you access to his back and shoulders.

“For how long have you been in our Lord Kim’s service?” he asks at the first touch of the cloth against his back where you rub it in gentle circles between his shoulder blades.

“Two months now,” you reply quietly as you dip the cloth back into the water and then press it to his back again, slowly working your way lower. In the quiet of the room with nothing but the gentle splashes of water and crackling of the fire to fill the silence, Hoseok feels almost unnaturally aware of every one of your touches; even more so when he lets his eyes fall closed and his head flop forward. You’re gentle yet firm, and as you start to rub across the breadth of his shoulders - your free hand coming to rest upon his bicep to hold him steady - he feels as though he might be in heaven.

“Are they treating you well?” It takes a great effort for him to keep talking as you ease away the knots that have plagued him for days, biting his lip to resist moaning when you slip the cloth up and around each side of his neck in turn, his head leaning from left to right to make it easier for you.

“Lord Kim is… a little eccentric,” you answer slowly. Hoseok gets the feeling you’re choosing your words rather carefully and it makes him laugh, knowing exactly what it is that you mean. “But he’s been nothing but kind to my family. We’re forever indebted to him, in more ways than one.” Your hands leave him and Hoseok’s eyes automatically open at the loss of your touch, his head turning to seek you out. “Lean back, please,” you prompt politely and the Knight does as you command, shuffling back to sit up straight with his torso twisted to face you.

Tentatively, you bring the cloth to his chest.

“He’s a good man,” Hoseok comments and your eyes briefly flicker up to meet his before darting back down again to the task at hand, front teeth pressing into your lip.

“He is.” The two of you fall silent again as you diligently work and whilst you’re not looking Hoseok’s takes the opportunity to study you. You have the sweetest look while you concentrate; the lightest furrow of your brow. You’ll tilt your head this way and that, showing off the angle of your jaw and the tempting curve of your neck, and more than once Hoseok feels his fingers twitch under the water with the want to reach out and touch you.

Soon enough, it’s almost more than he can stand.

“Tell me,” he begins, his abdominals tensing when you drag the washcloth across them, leaning so close that he can smell the natural scent of your hair; sweet and intoxicating. “Have you a suitor waiting at home? Some handsome young man awaiting your return?” Abruptly your hand stills - caught off guard by his question.

“N-no,” you answer stiltedly, glancing up at him and then straight back down. “Father intended to but…” You trail off, lifting your shoulders, and Hoseok finds himself both a little glad that you never had the chance to be betrothed to someone else but also a little guilty for feeling that way. It’s only having left your home that’d kept that from happening, and it’s obvious from the sudden moisture in your eyes that you must miss the family you left behind.

Unthinkingly, Hoseok places his hand upon your own where it rests against his chest and you startle at the sudden contact, blinking rapidly as you look up in surprise. Your hand feels warm in his and when he squeezes it comfortingly, smiling, you swallow.

“Is there-” You sound a little breathless - even more so when Hoseok reaches out with his free hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear and then lets his palm linger on your cheek, skin soft as silk. “U-uh…” He knows what your own sense of propriety is keeping you from asking. Is he intended for another? Is there a Lady back home to whom he already belongs?

“Would I do this-” Smiling, Hoseok uses his grip on you to gently coax you closer, your eyes widening as the distance closes, “-if my heart belonged to another?”

Helpless to resist you’re drawn against his lips, your eyelids fluttering closed as a first kiss is pressed to the corner of your mouth and a second to your bottom lip, cushioning it between his own. Your mouth is soft and pliant, just like the rest of you, and as you lean into him and begin to return his affections the washcloth drops from your hand into the water with a splash that goes unheard. His left hand joins his right to cradle your face in his palms and wet your cheeks, yet you make no effort to protest against the droplets of water that slide down your neck.

It’s not until Hoseok attempts to coax your lips apart with a brush of his tongue - eager to discover if you taste as sweet as you appear - that you suddenly seem to remember yourself; gasping as you abruptly pull away and out of his grasp.

“S-sir Hoseok,” you sputter out as you stand and back away from the side of the tub, the tips of your fingers pressed to your lips. “Forgive me, please, I- if I gave the wrong impression, I- I mean- Oh lord, forgive me, I never intended to-”

Similarly alarmed by the strength of your reaction, Hoseok finds himself rising to stand within the walls of the bathtub as well, no thought given to closely his wet undergarments cling to his skin as he exits the water.

“Why do you run away?” he asks urgently, frowning at the way you hasten to look elsewhere, shading your eyes to block him from your sight.

“It… this isn’t right,” you explain, flustered, “It isn’t proper. If Lord Kim found out he would-”

“He would what?” Hoseok interrupts with a laugh. His easy-going friend would be more likely to congratulate him on his conquest than ever be angry. He steps out of the tub as you nervously bite your bottom lip, the soles of his wet feet slapping against the floor as he goes. “Do you find me ugly? Have my affections been misplaced?”

The question is a pointless one; you’d be both a fool and a liar to deny your attraction to him. You’re a good girl, though, and rather than speak dishonestly you remain silent and coy, sneaking glances at him from under your eyelashes that are driving Hoseok crazy. He knows your answer anyway; the exaggerated rise and fall of your chest makes it clear.

Watching you - watching the way the blush of your cheeks grows and spreads down your neck and across the top of your chest with every stolen glance you take - Hoseok soon realises what it is you need. You need him to take the lead; to take the responsibility for whatever happens next out of your shaking hands. He needs to make you feel so much that it overwhelms your ability to think so that it makes it that much easier to give in; to succumb to what the both of you so badly crave.

He steels himself, slipping into his knightly persona and letting a seductive smile settle onto his face as he straightens his back.

“I heard you the other night, in the kitchen,” Hoseok says softly, pleased when you sharply look up, eyes wide. He starts to walk towards you and is even further emboldened when you almost take another step back but then falter at the last moment. You hold your ground until he’s stood right in front of you, looking up to meet his gaze as he peers down the length of his nose at you, drawn in by the sweet innocence of your timid expression. “If what you said is true, then you are just as pleasing to my eyes as I am to yours.”

You swallow so hard it’s audible over the crackling of the fire, pressing your lips together, and when Hoseok glances down he sees your skirt fisted in your hands, your knuckles white.

“Were you speaking truthfully, dove?” he asks, delighted by the way your eyes seem to gleam at the careless term of endearment as it passes his lips.

It takes you a little while to answer, your eyes darting this way and that before you finally find your tongue. “I… I was,” you admit, and that’s all that Hoseok needed to hear to have him take you in his arms, pulling you close as his mouth once again descends upon yours. You whimper sweetly as he kisses you with all the passion he can muster, one hand threaded in the back of your hair and the other firm upon your waist. No longer do you deny the kiss from deepening, tilting your head back into his waiting palm as his tongue slips into your mouth to brush tentatively against yours.

The noises you’re making - the sweet moans and gasps every time his fingers press into your flesh - they’re driving Hoseok close to madness. If you will allow it he would like nothing more than to take you to his bed, but your persistent shyness and the enthusiasm with which you’re responding to his touch has planted seeds of doubt in his mind. You deserve better than for your innocence to be lost in such a way; to be seduced by the desires of a near stranger.

“Tell me,” Hoseok murmurs between kisses. He loves how eager you are; how you continue to chase after his lips even whilst he’s trying to speak. “Have you… have you known a man’s touch before?”

His question catches you off guard, a startled look upon your face as you pull back just enough to look up and into his eyes.

“I…” you begin, clearly embarrassed at having to talk about such a thing. You hesitate, glancing down at your toes, and Hoseok wonders whether you’re worried he’ll judge you harshly for your answer - whatever it may be. “Just once… with one of father’s apprentices.” Your confession comes as a relief, truth be told, but he can see the way you’re searching his gaze in hopes of reassurance, your hands clasped tightly together where they're sandwiched between your torsos. “You… you don’t think poorly of me, do you?” Hoseok smiles kindly, running his thumb across the slant of your cheekbone as he leans in to brush a fleeting kiss across your lips.

“Not at all, my dove,” he soothes, feeling you melt into him as he kisses you again. Your hands unfold to rest palms against his chest, your short nails pressing into his pectorals as he squeezes you tighter against him. “Did you like it?” He hears your breath hitch in your throat as he strays from your kiss-swollen lips, trailing his own across the angle of your jaw.

“It w-was fast,” you answer haltingly, sounding unsure. Hoseok frowns on hearing this, his head buried in the crook of your neck, lavishing your skin with affection as his hands work to loosen the cross-cross of laces at the front of your dress. “And rather… painful,” you add and at that the Knight can no longer hold his tongue. He straightens, scowling.

“A gentleman would’ve prepared you,” he says, “Should’ve taken the time to make you feel good.” Blushing, you shrug your shoulders but say nothing, and it only infuriates Hoseok all the more that you don’t even know how much better it could be - how much better it should be. “I would never hurt you,” he tells you emphatically, cradling your cheek in his hand.

The way you lean into his touch has his heart thudding hard against his ribcage; a hundred warring emotions coursing through him as you tilt your head into his palm and momentarily close your eyes. Yes, he desires you, but more than that he finds himself possessed by the strangest urge to protect you and nurture you - to show you all that it is that you’ve been missing all this time, not knowing any better.

“I took a vow when I became a Knight.” Your eyes open, sincere interest easily read on all your features. “An oath… to obey a code of chivalry. To keep faith and speak the truth… To protect and to serve.” Very gently, he leans to steal a kiss as his hands return to the laces of your simple bodice, pulling them loose as your chest heaves beneath. When he pulls away it’s only by an inch - enough that your noses still touch and he can feel your breath upon your face with every shuddering exhale. “Will you let me serve you, sweet dove? Let me worship you as you deserve?”

Your mouth opens but for a moment it seems as though you’re powerless to answer, blinking in quick succession before you whisper a short and breathless, “Yes.”

Hoseok has no intention of asking you again; that one simple word was all he could ever need. As his mouth finds yours as he pulls and tugs at your dress with a renewed sense of urgency, loosening the ties so far that the course material slips from your shoulders without any further encouragement. He swallows the gasp you make as he greedily cups your breasts in each palm, squeezing and kneading your goosepimpled flesh.

Your nipples are firm - taut - and as he bends and sucks one into his mouth it hardens even further under the ministrations of his tongue.

“Hoseok!” you gasp as he puts his teeth to good use, tugging lightly at the sensitive bud till you’re arching against him, squirming in his grasp. Not wishing to overwhelm one so lacking in experience, he resists the temptation to linger there too long.

“Yes, my dove?” Hoseok replies between the kisses he begins to strew upon you, working his way back up your neck as your head tilts back and he slips your arms from your dress. He pushes it down to hang around your hips, your whole torso flushed with the heat of desire. You’re so pliant when he kisses you again - so submissive. You let him possess you fully with nary a sound of complaint save the small whimpers and whines of pleasure you release as his hands explore every inch of your skin, and Hoseok can’t get enough. He wants more; so much more.

“You never finished undressing me,” he whispers into your ear when he pulls away, smirking as you shudder at the feel of his hot breath.

Ever obedient, your trembling hands move at his bidding. They travel down his chest and into the waistband of his linen undergarments, holding your breath as you ease them down over his buttocks till they fall in at his feet. It feels like hours that he’s been wanting you, his shaft hot and heavy where it stands erect between his legs and brushes against your skirt.

“A-and now?” you ask softly, biting down on your lip as he smiles salaciously back at you, dragging his thumb across the swell of your bottom lip.

“Now yours,” he encourages and once again it seems as though you lose all ability to breathe, completely silent as you rid yourself of what modesty remains. “Good girl.” Hoseok’s whispered praise seems to lessen some of the anxiety he sees in your face when you next look up, his kiss easing away some of the tension that’d stiffened you against him.

“I’m going to touch you now, dove.” You nod, exhale shaking at the warning Hoseok gives as his hand caresses down your naked form, taking good time to enjoy every inch of what God gave you; squeezing your buttocks and tracing the palm of his hand along the curve of your hips. It pleases him when you instinctively widen your stance and tilt your pelvis to allow his hand to wander upward, fingernails grazing your inner thighs.

“Hoseok,” you whisper into his neck as your arms come to rest around his shoulders to lean your weight on him, weak-kneed and breathless. Your voice sounds almost pained, throat tight. “It aches .”

“I know,” he soothes, only full realising the depth of your desire for him when his touch encroaches on the wetness that has coated the tops of your thighs, smearing all over his fingertips. “It’ll feel better soon.”

“Please,” you groan helplessly, pushing your hips forward, and at that Hoseok can no longer find the will to resist you. He slips two fingers between your folds and upwards to where you’re most sensitive and presses with the tips, curling one arm tightly around your waist to hold you still when your body jerks at the foreign sensation.

“Did he touch you here?” Hoseok questions with his voice pitched low, aroused beyond words by the sounds you’re failing to hold back with each feather-light touch. He feels you shake your head into the crook of his neck, a whine spilling out of you when begins to rub the swollen little nub a little faster - a little harder. “More fool him.”

Your thighs are clenching around his hand but he knows it’s not to try and keep him out - not if the way you clutch at the roots of his hair is anything to judge by as he’s drawn to the heat of your core, so wet that the circling of his digits is audible even past your heavy breathing.

“Did he put them inside?”

“N-no,” you stammer, anxiety tautening your muscles at even the threat of being breached, and Hoseok swears to himself that should he ever meet the man that treated your first time with such disregard he shall make him live to regret it. He retreats momentarily, hand placed unthreateningly in the small of your back to caress the softness of your skin.

“Dove,” he calls, prompting you to lift your head from his shoulder and look at him, worrying your bottom lip with something that appears an awful lot like shame in your eyes. It breaks his heart to see; they’re far too pretty to ever look so sad. “I shan’t hurt you,” Hoseok repeats softly, leaning in to place the softest of kisses to your lips. “Should you ever want me to stop, you need only say.”

Your fingers are playing nervously with the short strands of hair at the nape of his neck and Hoseok tries not to let his own ticklishness show as goose pimples rise along each of his arms.

“I don’t want you to stop.” Though nervous, your words sound earnest, and with smiling lips Hoseok kisses you again, resisting the urge to rush before slipping his hand back between your legs. “Please,” you mumble against his lips when he hesitates, and at your plea Hoseok finally slowly presses one finger into your tight, wet insides.

You tense again but the eager way in which you return his kiss lets him know to carry on, and the longer he moves his digit back and forth inside you the more you seem to melt, holding onto his shoulders tight and gasping once you’re finally relaxed enough for him to add a second. Ceaselessly he pleasures you, paying close attention to what best makes you moan and then repeating that motion over and over again till you’re mewling, forced to smother the sounds you’re making with his kiss.

“I feel… I f-feel…” Your thighs are starting to tremble - your walls impossibly tight around the relentless motion of Hoseok’s fingers - and despite the alarm he can hear in your voice, Hoseok knows you have no need to fear. “Oh, gods!”

“Don’t be afraid,” he speaks against your lips, unable to keep his own pelvis from rocking in time with the motion of his hand, seeking the where his length presses hard against your hip and soils your skin with his want for you. “Fly, little dove.”

Hoseok feels the moment you ascend, your body stiffening as a cry of ecstasy bursts forth from you. You soak his digits, your orgasm spilling out onto his palm in a series of vulgar noises as he gently eases you through it. You become boneless, clinging onto him for support.

“Are you well?” he asks you gently, nudging his nose against yours to rouse you. You have your eyes closed and your breath hitches, a shallow frown creasing your forehead when oversensitivity strikes and you start to squirm, pelvis tilting away from his touch. He withdraws his fingers from inside of you as you kiss him, both of your hands coming up to cradle his face as if in thanks, pressing your body flush against his.

“Yes.” You place kiss after kiss between words; his lips, his cheeks and his chin. “Yes…. I… Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiles, groaning in both pleasure and surprise when you surge forward and suckle on his bottom lip, suddenly feeling bold. As your tongue eagerly licks into his mouth Hoseok can’t help but put the mess you made of his hand to good use. He coats himself with your slick, palm wrapped tight around his length and hips rocking back and forth in an attempt to provide some of the relief he so desperately needs.

The kiss breaks, your eyes closed and his head bent low to lean his forehead on yours.

“Lie with me,” you whisper huskily, batting your eyelashes up at him, and as the words pass your lips Hoseok could very nearly sing with joy. With no further delay he scoops you up, legs wrapped around his waist, and as you shriek and giggle - clinging on for dear life - Hoseok laughs along, kissing your neck all the way to his bed.

You look a vision lay amongst his pillows; your flushed chest rising and falling heavily with excitement as he climbs on top of you, bracing his weight on one forearm.

“You’re beautiful.” He brushes your hair back from your face, awestruck by the captivating smile that spreads across it at his praise. “My sweetest summer blossom…” You exhale a happy sigh when he leans in to join his lips across yours with affection, your hands settling on his shoulder blades. Gently, he coaxes apart your legs, and he takes the arching of your back as he nestles the tip of his length between your folds as your willingness to continue on.

You feel better than he ever could have imagined as he begins to push inside; your warm, wet walls squeezing tight at the intrusion. With his lips melded to yours, he steadily sinks into you, only stopping when a pained whimper meets his ears. He intends to pull away for fear of hurting you but you won’t let him, clinging on tight.

“Please, don’t stop,” you beg of him, lifting your head off the pillow to kiss him once more, and though his mind is full of worry his body seems to care not, slowly pressing forward anew. As he reaches his end, buried deep within, your body shakes.

“Are you alright, my dove?” he asks, just as breathless as you with the will it takes him to hold back and not begin to move right away.

“Y-yes,” you answer after a time, wriggling your hips beneath him to grow accustomed to the feeling. A strangled moan bursts forth from his lungs unbidden at the feel of it, gripping onto the pillow tight.

“Careful,” he warns once he manages to re-open his eyes, looking down on where you lay with a playful smile upon your face, “I may be a Knight but I am still a man; as lustful and wicked as the rest.” A vixen in disguise, Hoseok nearly comes apart when you clench your silken heat around him in reply.

“I trust you.” Your voice is soft and so is your gaze, your touch gentle as your fingertips stroke down the length of his back. “Show me?” How is he ever meant to resist such a plea from one so sweet?

Seizing your lips in a bruising kiss, Hoseok begins to move; a slow and steady pace that gradually builds with every moan you release until the two of you are moving together in earnest - your hips tilting upward to meet his every thrust. You cry out when he sucks your nipple into his mouth; whimper when his fingers tangle in your hair.

“Faster, Hoseok,” you plead, tilting your head back into his palm and digging your nails into his shoulders with a look of ecstasy written on your face. “Please, Lord!”

He’s powerless to resist. He redoubles his efforts, a bead of sweat trickling its way down his temple as his pelvis meets yours again and again and his weight presses you into the mattress. Deeper and deeper he drives into you, groaning your name into the curve of your throat.

“God,” he moans lustfully, “You’ll be my end, dove - my ruin. You-” Hoseok can no longer speak, all coherent thought stole away as your own pleasures builds and your inner muscles start to contract and pulse around him, driving him towards release.

There’s never been a more exquisite sound than the cry of pleasure you release when you finally unravel beneath him, grabbing at his neck and pulling him down into a desperate kiss as it washes over you. It very nearly makes Hoseok lose all control, barely a second passing between him withdrawing from you and spilling his release all over your stomach with a strangled groan. Even in the throes of rapture, he’s transfixed by the sight of his seed decorating your skin in droplets of creamy white.

He shudders as even the touch of his own hand becomes too much; loosening his grip and sitting back on his heels to catch his breath as you do the same, thighs clenched together and one hand pressed to your brow. You don’t seem too concerned about the mess he’s made across your stomach but courtesy demands he come to your aid.

“One moment.” On shaking legs he climbs from the bed and finds his undergarments where they’d been left strewn upon the floor, still damp from his bath. “It’s a little cold,” he warns, chuckling as you jump when the fabric meets your skin. He casts it aside once you’re both suitably clean, contentment settling over him like a warm blanket when he comes to lay beside you.

You turn your head on the pillow, your eyes flickering back and forth between his own. It seems as though you’re gathering the courage to say something and Hoseok gives you a smile in encouragement, rolling onto his side to face you.

“Was that… satisfactory?” Hoseok’s powerless to resist the urge to hold you in his arms, pulling you close and tucking your head under his chin as you return his embrace with a soft and breathy sigh.

“More than,” he reassures you, gently kissing your crown.

The two of you lay entwined for some time, warmed by the fire that still crackles in the hearth. Sleep calls to him in his state of tranquillity, almost pulling him under before he feels you shift, rousing him from his near-slumber.

“I should attend to my duties,” you say regretfully, attempting to sit up and finding it quite impossible with Hoseok pulling you in the opposite direction, dragging your mouth onto his. He kisses you until your body becomes lax again, too happy in his arms to continue the fight.

“Stay,” he bids you, smiling when you tunefully laugh.

“You can’t keep me here forever.” It’s the truth that you speak, but Hoseok can’t abide the thought of releasing you. Again he kisses you again and again and again, his heart somehow thrice the size where it beats inside his chest.

“Come away with me, dove.” His words are impulsive but he means them nonetheless, true in his convictions. “When I leave this place, stay by my side.”

You pull away before he can kiss you again, an incredulous look on your face.

“I… It’s a generous offer - one I wish I could accept,” you begin, unable to hide the disappointment you feel. “But… my duties; my father’s debt. My Lord would never allow-”

“Is that a yes?” he interrupts.

“Well… yes, but I-” This time, Hoseok silences you with a kiss; one he’s in no hurry to end.

“Leave Taehyung to me, my little dove.”

It takes some time for Hoseok to eventually relinquish you from his bed, begrudgingly parting ways so he may finish his bath and you can assist with preparing dinner.

He’d intended to not make it too obvious what had come to pass between you, planning to ignore your presence as much as he was able until having spoken to the young Lord in a more private setting.

It proves impossible, though. The moment you step foot into the dining room later that evening Hoseok’s eyes are drawn to you, an irresistible smile tugging at his lips and butterflies in his stomach at the coy smile you try to hide by looking down at the floor on your approach. His voice is just a little too husky when he thanks you for filling his mug - his gaze lingering on your just a little too long - and by the time you’ve left the room and released his attention, Hoseok’s already been found out.

His friend is staring at him from across the table with a smirk on his face and one eyebrow raised, drink in hand.

“Is there something you wish to tell me, dear friend?” Hoseok takes a large gulp of his ale before answering, mischief in his eyes as he stares over the rim at the man sat opposite in colourful robes, head tilted expectantly to the side.

“Do you recall earlier this day,” he smiles, placing down his mug, “When you said the words ‘what’s mine is yours?’”

“Aye, I remember,” Taehyung answers, leaning forward and placing his elbows on the table in curiosity. “Why do you ask? Is there something you need?”

Hoseok’s eyes meet yours from across the room, his heart thudding at the sight of your soft, bewitching smile.

“I have a favour to ask of you, my Lord.”

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lil-meow-meow-goes-rawr · 5 years ago

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Trouble Brews

⚔︎ Pairing: Jungkook x OC

⚔︎ Genre: Medieval Fantasy, Knight!Jungkook, Knight!Hoseok, Wizard!Yoongi, King!Namjoon, Prince!Taehyung, Prince!Jimin, Brothers!Yoonjin

⚔︎ Warnings: mentions of abusive relationships, forced marriages, mentions of minor character death

⚔︎ Rating: 13+

⚔︎ Synopsis: Prince Jimin and the king’s ward, Emelyn, decide to take it into their own hands to find out if the legends are true, and if they are, return the knight to the kingdom.

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“Legend speaks of a fearless knight.”

“Nelly, not again.” I groaned, propelling myself up onto the counter.

Nelly ignored my plea and continued on as if I weren’t there. “An invincible being who once protected the kingdom single-handedly against an entire army.”

“You know that’s not possible right? It is physically impossible for any one man to defeat an entire army.”

“It tells a tale of bravery and honor. A knight so strong he could move mountains, sent to protect us from the terror of the moon dragon. Before the reign of King Namjoon began, before peace was formed between the nations, the moon dragon reigned over them all. Terrorizing the kingdoms with a ruthless vengeance. Vengeance for the extinction of its own kind. A vendetta which only the Phantom Knight could stop.”

I rolled my eyes. “Must we do this now?”

“It is by the bravery and skill of the Phantom Knight alone that our kingdom remains standing to this day.”

“Alright, now you just sound ridiculous.”

“Though it was not often the knight would bleed, as no one could ever touch him, those who claim to have seen him hit say his blood runs golden. One touch from the golden blood and you are granted eternal youth. So, you see, our kingdom may never need worry, for if you look to the horizon, you may see a magnificent man atop a mighty steed, patrolling the lands and keeping watch. For to this day, the knight protects the kingdom under the reign of King Namjoon and Prince Jimin. If either were to be cut from the thrown and another took their place, the knight’s protection would cease, leaving us to fend for ourselves against the enemy’s attacks. He will only serve the royal family. There will never be anyone else he will serve. Perhaps this is why others are so keen on taking the throne. For without the knight’s protection, the kingdom would fall prey to those who wish to take it.”

I rolled my eyes at the eccentric woman. Nelly was an excellent cook, yet she had a flare for the dramatics. “You know as well as I do this phantom knight does not exist.” Nimble fingers snatched an apple from the basket in Nelly’s arms as she passed by. “It is King Namjoon’s brilliant mind and Prince Jimin’s unrivaled battle strategies that keep us safe.”

Nelly regarded me solemnly, as if she pitied me. “The King’s ward would believe such lies.”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean no disrespect, Milady,” she stammered, “of course we have the brightest King in all the kingdoms.”

I took a bite of the apple, crunching on it loudly as I thought over her words. “It’s not because I’m the King’s ward that I do not believe in this knight of yours. It has more to do with the fact that I’ve done my own research on the subject. There are many tales surrounding his name, and yet he doesn’t seem to have a name to speak of. No one has ever seen him, and it is physically impossible for anyone’s blood to be golden.” I dropped the hard facts on her with no remorse. Nelly may have been my best friend, but she lacked the common sense of most every other individual.

Nelly’s head shook sadly as she clicked her tongue at me. “You kids and the need for proof of everything.” She waved her mixing spoon in my direction. “Isn’t it enough that he protects us? Whoever this knight is, he has done his job well. I can’t bear to think what would happen if he were to cease his watchful eye.”

“Knight or no knight, as long as our kingdom is protected, I am happy.”

“Spoken like a true royal.” Nelly chuckled softly, her feet lightly padding against the stone floor as she busied herself with dinner. “Should the kingdom ever need it, you would make a wonderful leader. I dare say you love the people of this kingdom as much as our dear Prince Jimin.”

A soft smile painted itself across my lips. Jimin was the reason I loved this kingdom so dearly. For it was he who showed me just how wonderful it truly was. I could still remember the day he took me down into the villages, disguised as bakers, armed with cart loads of Nelly’s baked goods. He had introduced me to the people, showed me the beauty of the land. From that moment on, I had vowed to myself that I would do everything in my power to protect this land and all the people in it.

The moon rose to claim the sky as the sun slowly sank away, allowing millions of stars to blanket the now dark expanse. The castle was still. There were not many who remained awake. The king had sent most of the servants off to their quarters for the evening.

I sat across from Jimin, watching as he poked at his food, occasionally glancing up to catch my gaze. Namjoon sat at the head of the table, his plate of food completely untouched as his fingers slowly massaged his head and a frown darkened his features. Something was bothering him, though it seemed he wasn’t quite ready to share.

A loud silence filled the room for most of the meal until Jimin finally spoke, “Is it true what they say? Prince Taehyung is coming here?” Excitement brimmed at the edge of his words. It was no secret the two were best friends, despite coming from neighboring kingdoms who had a tendency to fight more often than speak.

Namjoon shifted uneasily in his chair, his frown deepening slightly. “It is true.”

Jimin beamed. “Is his presence a call of duty or has he simply missed me so terribly he couldn’t stay away any longer?”

I rolled my eyes at him, plucking another grape off the vine on my plate.

Namjoon’s eyes drifted over to me for a moment with a clear shine of uncertainty. “The Prince is coming to discuss relations on his father’s behalf.”

“Excellent!” Jimin beamed. “Without the old sot, we may be able to come to an agreement this year.”

I bit my tongue and quickly raised my goblet to my lips in an attempt to hide the grin.

Namjoon shot Jimin a sharp glare. “Watch your tongue, boy. We will not disrespect King Merek in such a way, simply because he is not here.”

Jimin lowered his head and had the decency to look ashamed. “I apologize my Lord, but isn’t it true? It is because of him that our kingdoms have been at odds with each other for so long. Without him here to dictate how this exchange happens, we may be able to come to an agreement.”

Namjoon nodded thoughtfully. “This is what I am hoping for.”

I eyed the king warily. There was something he wasn’t telling us. This wasn’t simply an ordinary meeting between kingdoms. Another motive lay hidden beneath his actions.

Jimin was the first to speak on this, having come to the same conclusion as I had. “This is wonderful news, yet there is something you’re not telling us.”

Namjoon cringed at his accusation but didn’t deny it.

“What is it? You know you can confide in us. Nothing you say will leave this room.” I said, urging him to finally speak the whole truth.

“I prefer not to speak of it at the dinner table.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Codswallop. It is only the three of us here tonight. You can speak your mind.” He unceremoniously leaned across the table, resting his chin on his folded hands. “Best to inform us now, rather than have us discover the true nature of this visit later.”

“I hate when you speak sense.” Namjoon grumbled. “Very well then, I suppose it would do good to tell you both now.”

I swallowed hard, suddenly growing anxious. I didn’t like the way his eyes kept trailing over to me, remorse clouding them.

“Taehyung is coming because,” Namjoon took a deep breath, as if to raise his own courage before continuing, “we may have found an exchange that will settle all bad blood between our kingdoms.”

Jimin sat up a little straighter at his words. “This is wonderful news, is it not? You told me only last month about your doubts of ever finding peace with the Kim line.”

“Perhaps.”

“Perhaps?” Jimin gaped at him. “Are you sure you’re not ill, my King? This should be a time for celebration, and yet you look as though you are about to face the executioner.”

I watched the king expectantly as I raised my goblet once more. “Care to share with the rest of us?”

“Taehyung is coming to discuss your marriage arrangements.”

I choked, spewing my drink across the table.

“Ugh,” Jimin groaned, wiping my spit off his face.

I turned to the King. “He’s coming to arrange our WHAT?”

“Calm down, Emelyn.”

I stood dramatically, knocking over my goblet in the process and sending the contents trailing across the wooden table. “I will not calm down! You promised me there would never be any marriages. You promised, when I came under your care that I would not have to endure another forced engagement.” Tears threatened to spill but I angrily blinked them away.

“Why would you go behind her back in such a way?” Jimin asked, jumping in to defend me. “This very kingdom is built upon trust. The very trust which you have broken today.”

Namjoon ignored the Prince’s accusations, his attention kept strictly on me. “Will you not do this? Will you refuse to help your kingdom?”

I choked on my words as I tried to form a reasonable reply. I wasn’t even a member of the royal family. Not truly. It was true I would do anything to protect the kingdom, but this?

“I can’t, Namjoon.” I said, dropping all formality. In that moment, I was speaking to him as an equal. As a brother. Not as my King. “Not after what happened last time.”

Jimin quietly padded around the table and draped himself over my shoulders in a comforting hug. I leaned into him, welcoming the embrace. My mind now reeled with all the memories I had tried so hard to bury. Memories of him. Memories of that night.

“Emelyn, listen to me,” Namjoon said softly. It was clear he had been prepared for this conversation. He knew what my reaction would be, and he had been ready for it. “Taehyung is nothing like Borin. Of that I can promise.”

“Even I can testify to that,” Jimin said, “yet I still think it unfair to subject Emelyn to such a fate. Wasn’t her last betrothal painful enough?”

Namjoon ignored him and instead leaned over further in an attempt to meet my eyes, which I reluctantly allowed. “We were all fools for even striving toward an alliance with that king. The fact that they attempted to infiltrate this kingdom through you was unforgivable. It is the reason that castle no longer stands.” Namjoon sat back, his arms flying through the air slightly. “Why, even the phantom knight stepped up to defend you.”

I scoffed. “The phantom knight. There is no such thing and you all know it! If everyone here weren’t so obsessed with an imaginary figure, then perhaps they’d be able to have a bit of curtesy for the people around them.” Shaking Jimin off me, I stormed from the room, leaving the two men gaping after me.

I refused to speak to Namjoon after that. He had made the decision to allow Taehyung’s visit to proceed as planned, despite both Jimin’s and my own protests. Jimin loved Taehyung. They were the closest friends I had ever had the pleasure of knowing, and yet he remained on my side, never once wavering. For that, I was eternally grateful.

“Perhaps it would not be quite as bad as you think,” Nelly said

My hands froze, hovering over the potatoes I had been chopping. “Nelly!”

She held her hands up to try and calm me, though the knife in her hand was more unsettling than reassuring. “Perhaps it’s a bit bold of me to say, but I believe Prince Taehyung would make a fine match for you.”

“That is far too bold.” I resumed my chopping, a bit more aggressively than before.

“He’s a fine man. Prince Jimin’s best friend. The three of you are together all the time. Surely it wouldn’t be so terrible to be his wife?”

“You don’t get it. I can’t take another husband. Not again.”

Nelly’s hand came to rest on my shoulder, her eyes soft and reassuring. “I’m not telling you to agree. I’m only saying that you should consider the King’s words with an open heart. If it truly is best for the kingdom, there are far worse men you could end up with.”

I hated that her words made sense. I hated that I couldn’t conjure up an opposing reason to her statement. I hated that I began thinking, she may be right.

Kim Taehyung, Prince to our neighboring kingdom and Jimin’s best friend. We had been friends for as long as I could remember. Ever since the day he and Jimin went out riding despite their fathers having just broken any connections between their kingdoms. I had tagged along without anyone realizing. Jimin and Taehyung had been far better riders than I was and though I had tried to follow their path, my reckless actions nearly got me killed. If the boys had not been there, I would have died that day. Since then, there had been nothing that could tear us apart. Until now.

Tae had hardly looked at me since his arrival. Things between us had never been so awkward. Jimin tried to relieve the tension but to no avail. Eventually, Taehyung and I found ourselves sitting together on the stone bench in the gardens, Jimin having left us for a moment to fetch a few snacks. Whether food would be the magic cure for this awkward situation or not, I wasn’t sure, yet it was worth a try.

My eyes remained glued to the purple flowers that grew by my feet as Tae shifted nervously in his seat. My mind, although racing with unwanted thoughts, seemed to be moving in slow motion. I was having a hard time processing everything. It still didn’t seem real. Taehyung, one of my best friends since I had been six was sitting beside me, not as a friend but as my potential betrothed.

“Emelyn?” Taehyung broke the silence, though I failed to hear him the first few times he said my name.

“Hmm?” I slowly blinked up at him, attempting to refocus my jumbled thoughts.

He watched me for a moment, waves of uncertainty wafting off him. I couldn’t help but feel guilty for that. “I talked with Jimin earlier,” he started slowly, as if to gauge my reaction, “I think I understand why you don’t want this.”

“Tae -”

“No, Emelyn, it’s alright. I get it, and I am not going to force you into anything.” He kept an unwavering eye contact that made me feel a bit uneasy yet was, at the same time, reassuring. “I only ask that you don’t dismiss the idea immediately. Allow yourself some time to think about it. I promise, if you were to accept, I would not dare to treat you wrongly.”

“I know, Tae,” my voice shook slightly but I refused to look away, “I know.”

He took my hand in his and gently began rubbing circles across my skin. “You would make a wonderful queen. I know you love the people of my kingdom just as much as you do your own.” He smiled softly, his eyes dropping down to our enclosed hands, “I’ve always liked you, Emelyn. If you’re willing, I really do think we could make a good team.”

My mouth hung open at his sudden confession. Perhaps I had been too preoccupied with beating them in everything we did, but I had never known he had feelings for me. My guilt doubled. If I were to deny him now, would I be hurting him?

I decided to answer with a pitiful attempt at humor, “Was that your weak attempt at a proposal?”

He smiled sheepishly and slid his hand out of mine. “Perhaps,” he brought his eyes up apprehensively, “was it horrible?”

I laughed lightly. “It could have used some work.”

Just then, Jimin returned with some fruit and a few of Nelly’s freshly baked rolls. He happily squeezed himself in-between us with a bright smile. “I brought the snacks.”

Taehyung stole a roll from the basket and took a large bite, filling his cheeks with the soft bread, ignoring Jimin’s cry of protest. “I was thinking we should go riding today.”

“Where too?” Jimin questioned.

“Same place we used to. The creek that separates the two kingdoms.”

Before either of us could respond, Namjoon appeared in the garden. “Taehyung, Emelyn, may I see you both for a moment?”

Jimin gave me an encouraging glance as we all slowly got to our feet. Tae offered me a reassuring smile, reinforcing his previous words to me, before following Namjoon back into the castle.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. This was it. This was the moment in which my fate was decided. I wasn’t sure I was ready for it, or if I ever would be. For a moment I contemplated running away, disappearing into the crowded streets and avoiding it altogether, but I knew I couldn’t do that.

Jimin’s hand came to rest on my shoulder and he gave it a reassuring squeeze. “It will be alright. Just know, no one can force you into this. If they try, I’ll beat them until they’re unable to stand on their own sorry feet.”

A tight-lipped smile was the only response I could muster. With one last shaky breath I followed the others out of the garden.

Jimin found me back inside the gardens later that evening. My eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying. My head pounded as if the knights had been using it for practice. Nothing had gone according to plan. As if there had ever been a plan to begin with. Everything had been so rushed. I hadn’t had time to truly understand what was happening. All I knew was that my future had been at stake and I made the regretful mistake of only thinking of myself.

“Hey,” he greeted, “care if I join you?”

I sniffed and motioned for him to have a seat next to me while unceremoniously using the sleeve of my dress to wipe my eyes and nose. Jimin didn’t seem to care, or even notice as he plopped down next to me.

Flinging his arm across my shoulders, he pulled me into him. “I heard Tae’s father showed himself halfway through.”

“Mhmm,”

Jimin sighed. “I love Taehyung, but his father is one person I can hardly stand to be near.”

“Jimin,” I said, my voice barely audible, “I think I’ve made a mistake.”

He didn’t say anything at first. I could feel him shift beside me, drawing a bit closer to offer some comfort, but he didn’t push me to say anything.

“It’s King Merek,” I blurted, “he came in unannounced and demanded I return with them to their palace.” The words spilled out of my mouth in a jumbled mess. “I panicked, Jimin. I told him I refused his offer for marriage and that I wouldn’t be going with them. Taehyung stood behind me, but King Merek was furious. He and Namjoon got into an argument and now King Merek has left with a warning that he will be sending his knights to invade. I’ve ruined everything, Jimin. I’ve ruined everything and all because I was too scared to become someone’s wife.”

Jimin took me in his arms and carefully held my trembling body. Still, he didn’t say anything. I was grateful to him for that. He didn’t offer me false reassurance, nor did he sit and blame me for what had happened, even when I knew I would have deserved it. Instead, he whispered calmly to me as we rocked back and forth on the bench together. The words he spoke were of the people. He spoke of the beauty the land held and the kindness of the villagers. He reminded me of everything in the kingdom that had captured my heart. All the days we would slip out of the castle to spend time amongst our people.

“The kingdom still stands despite the mistakes of all those who have ruled before King Namjoon. We are nothing more than human, Emelyn. Mistakes are going to be made. What’s important is how we work to fix those mistakes. Namjoon has amassed the largest and strongest army of any of the kingdoms. King Merek may try to take this land, but he will never succeed. Besides,” he grinned and poked my cheek, “we’ve got the phantom knight on our side.”

I rolled my eyes as I sat up, slipping out of Jimin’s hold. “The phantom knight does not exist. You know that as well as I do.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Have you ever seen him?”

He shook his head and tapped the side of my head. “No one ever has. Remember?”

“Well there you are,” I said, “there is no proof of his existence. How can someone exist if no one has ever seen them?”

“Ah,” Jimin countered with a grin, “but if no one’s ever seen him, who’s to say he doesn’t exist?”

He stood then, leaving me dumbfounded as he strode out of the garden.

The next few nights, I hardly slept. I laid awake, staring at my ceiling and waiting for the sound that would alert the kingdom to King Merek’s invasion. Namjoon had reassured me several times that I had done nothing wrong, and yet the feeling of guilt continued to plague me. Perhaps if I were to ride out and tell them I was willing to accept their offer, there would be no fighting. Perhaps if I did everything I could to make this right, fewer people would suffer.

With a sigh, I pushed myself out of bed. I would be getting no sleep tonight. Grabbing the blanket off the bed, I wrapped it around my shoulders and padded over to the door. Creaking it open slightly, I saw one of Namjoon’s most trusted knights standing guard just outside. The guards around the castle had doubled since Merek’s announcement. Namjoon wasn’t taking any chances.

The guard, whom I recognized as Hoseok, caught me out of the corner of his eye and his lip twitched up into a small grin. “Young girls should not be out of bed this late at night.” He spoke to no one in particular, though I knew his words were directed at me.

“This young girl is not much younger than you,” I said, “she also holds superiority over you.”

Hoseok chuckled. “Not tonight, Milady. Our King has given me strict orders to keep you in your room.” His smile dropped and his tone became far more serious as he said, “With the impending threats against the kingdom, it is not safe for you to be roaming the castle at night.”

Stepping out of the room, I groaned in frustration as I slid down the wall next to him. “I fear I’ve made a mistake. It is my doings that have put the entire kingdom in the line of danger.”

Hoseok shook his head. “It is no one’s fault but King Merek’s. He is well known for his short temper. Even if the marriage had taken place, he would have found something to anger him. That man has been after this kingdom for as long as anyone can remember.”

“So, I just gave him the excuse he needed to attack,” I hugged my knees to my chest and pulled the blanket tighter around myself, “wonderful.”

“Do not blame yourself, Milady. We will win over his army. Of that I have no doubt.” His signature grin returned. “Besides, we have something King Merek can only dream of.”

I shot him a glare. “If you say the phantom knight, I swear I’ll rip you of your status right here and now.”

His brows shot up in surprise. “What has you so against this knight?”

“He doesn’t exist!” I shot back. “He’s a myth! A legend! Just as his counterpart, the moon dragon, is. Neither exist and yet everyone is so determined to rely on these legends to save us. If we are to keep this kingdom, people must return to their senses.”

Hoseok frowned, his stance tensing a bit. “The moon dragon exists as well. Of that I am certain.”

“It is just like the knight, no one has ever seen it. What makes it so real?”

“I’ve seen the dragon.” Hoseok’s voice was low.

I watched apprehensively as he crouched down next to me and rolled his sleeve up past his elbow. My breath hitched when I caught sight of it. The long white scar traveled from his elbow down to his wrist and was nearly the width of his entire arm.

“I received this when I was merely six years of age. That was well before Namjoon became king. Before the phantom knight came to our aid. In those days, the moon dragon terrorized the kingdom nearly every night. That was the night my parents were killed. They were both slaughtered by the moon dragon.” Yanking his sleeve back down, Hoseok gave me a hard look. “I know you’ve chosen to believe that these things do not exist, but for the rest of us, they’re very real.” He stood then, his expression cold and blank, returning to his persona as nothing more than my guard. No longer a friend but a protector.

I hugged my knees closer to my chest as I thought over his words. Jimin had always been so adamant that the knight existed as well. Perhaps there really was some truth to the legends. I had never heard of Hoseok’s past before, though I knew he was one of Namjoon’s most trusted knights. Hoseok had seen us through many battles before. I also knew he had no family to speak of apart from those of us in the castle. Hearing him tell his story now, I saw him in a new light. He wasn’t simply the brave knight with the lame jokes. He was a hero in his own right.

“Milady!” Hoseok’s frantic voice pulled me from my jumbled thoughts, back into the present.

I peered up at him, a question on my lips when I heard it. The sound I had been dreading for the past few days. The sound I knew had been inevitable and yet I hoped would never sound.

The warning bells.

We were under attack.

Hoseok pulled me to my feet and shoved me back inside my room. “Stay there,” he ordered, “do not leave for any reason. Someone will be posted outside your door shortly.” Without another word, he slammed the door shut in my face, locking me inside.

I sat at my window, watching as the knights scrambled about, attempting to prepare themselves before King Merek’s army arrived. I hated sitting idly by. I should be down there, helping. I had trained with Jimin and Taehyung when they were younger. I could wield a sword as well as any man, so why must I be trapped here? Useless?

My fingers tapped nervously against the scabbard on my waist. I had changed into a simple gown and had strapped my scabbard around my waist, ready to leap into action should the need arise. Should it seem that our men were losing any ground at any time, I would join the fray. Whether the phantom knight existed or not was no longer relevant.

I watched begrudgingly as the knights collectively drew into formation and rode off to meet the enemy. Amongst the knights, I spotted the King and Hoseok together, leading the rest of the men. I hadn’t seen Jimin, but I supposed I could have merely missed him among the hundreds of other faces.

A knock at the door caused me to nearly fall off my chair in surprise. “Come in.” I called, quickly pulling myself back together.

My personal maid, Alyse, poked her head around the door and flashed me a quick smile. “I do believe everything is all prepared for you, Milady.”

I gave a curt nod in understanding while rushing to the bed to retrieve my boots from beneath it. My grin grew as I finished lacing them up. Alyse waited for me, just outside the room, my cloak in her arms.

“Thank you,” I said, gratefully taking it from her.

“The King won’t much like this at all.” She warned as I passed.

“King Merek has a large army. Despite what Namjoon thinks, they’re going to need every abled body they have.”

Alyse hurried to keep instep with me. “Are you sure this is wise, Milady?” “Wise or not, it must be done.”

I yelped in surprise when Jimin stepped around the corner, a knowing look on his face. He bowed his head toward Alyse and quietly dismissed her, thanking her for assisting me. His attention returned to me as soon as she was out of sight. “I know what you’re doing.”

I played dumb, adjusting the scabbard on my waist a bit to avoid looking him in the eye. “I’m not sure what you mean? I am not doing anything.”

“You’re meant to be in your room, for your own safety. A knight was assigned as your guard.”

I shrugged slightly, resuming my trek to the armory. “He never made it.” Jimin grabbed my arm to keep me from leaving. “Drop the act, Emelyn. We know where you’re going and what you’re doing?”

“We?”

Taehyung stepped around the corner, a sheepish smile on his lips. Both men were dressed for battle, clad in chainmail and each armed with their own swords. The extra sword Taehyung carried did not go unnoticed either.

I groaned and spun to face Jimin. “I’m not going back to my room. You can’t force me to either. Merek’s army is large, you’re going to need all the help you can get, and I am just as capable of welding a sword as any man.”

“Good,” Taehyung chirped, keeping Jimin from saying anything, “because we need you to come with us.”

“What?”

Jimin shot Taehyung a dirty look. “I still don’t know why we’re bringing you, but Tae insists.”

The taller boy shrugged unapologetically. Reaching out, Taehyung offered me the extra sword he’d been carrying.

I accepted it with an air of caution. “Where are you two going?”

Jimin’s brows dipped down into a deep frown. “King Merek’s army has grown drastically. Our own men are outnumbered, two to one.”

I gasped and nearly dropped the sword I’d been given. It wasn’t possible. Our army had always been larger than his. How had he managed to grow his army so large without our knowledge? Our kingdom had some of the bravest and most well-trained knights in the country, yet even they couldn’t defeat an army that large. Not on their own.

“It’s bad. The fighting has only just begun and we’re already losing our ground. We’ll never survive the attack at this rate.”

My heart sunk. This had to be a sick joke. We couldn’t lose this battle.

“We think we might have a solution though.” Taehyung quickly jumped in, having caught on to my distress. “We’re going after the Phantom Knight.”

My head shot up as I looked between the both of them in disbelief. “You’re what?”

“He hasn’t shown. Too many lives are being lost and it won’t be long before Merek’s army takes our own. We need to do something.” Taehyung said.

“Of course, he hasn’t shown!” I said in exasperation. “He. Isn’t. Real.”

Taehyung shook his head in shame. “When you told me, she might not want to go because she didn’t believe, for a while I honestly believed you were joking.”

Jimin sighed. “I know you don’t believe he exists, but we’re going. With or without you. We aren’t forcing you to join us, but we are offering. The choice is yours.”

It didn’t take much thought. I may not have believed the knight existed, but I was willing to do anything to save my kingdom. “Let’s go find ourselves a knight in shining armor.”

“Do either of you even know where we’re going?” I asked, urging my horse up a bit in order to ride between them. “It seems as though we’ve been riding in circles.”

“Ask Taehyung. He’s the one with the map.” Jimin said, somewhat breathlessly from the hard ride.

I turned to Taehyung in surprise. “There’s a map to this knight’s location?”

“Well, no. Not really,” Taehyung frowned as he looked between the map and the dark expanse of fields before us, “more like rumors. Places marked down of where people claim to have seen him. Putting them all together, we can sort of guess where he might reside, but no one is certain.”

“And no one’s ever gone looking for him?” I questioned, my head shooting back and forth between the boys.

“A few have, but no one’s ever been able to find him.” Taehyung said.

“I wonder why.”

“He’s a phantom knight for a reason,” Jimin said, “if he wanted to be found, he’d come live down in the villages with everyone else.”

“Or,” I looked at each of them pointedly, “he simply doesn’t exist.”

“If I’d known you were going to be so cynical the entire journey, I wouldn’t have offered to take you along.” Jimin grumbled.

I rolled my eyes. “You need me. Admit it.”

Jimin sputtered but Taehyung merely shrugged indifferently. “You’ve been training with us since we were kids. The three of us work well as a team. It seemed smart to take you along. There’s safety in numbers, but there is even more safety in numbers who work well together.”

“Seems logical to me,” I pushed my horse a little closer to Jimin’s and nudged his arm with my own, “what’s got you so ruffled.”

“He didn’t want you along.” Taehyung answered for him.

“Why?”

Jimin groaned. “Because you’re my little sister. If anything were to happen to you, I would never forgive myself.”

“I am not technically your sister.” I pointed out.

“You may as well be. My job is to protect you.”

“I don’t need protecting.”

“You’re not getting it!” Jimin shouted, yanking his horse to a halt and facing me with wild eyes. “Out here, we’re not protected. If the knight never showed himself at the battle raging just outside the castle, he definitely won’t be here to protect us. If anything were to happen, if the moon dragon were to appear-”

“It won’t.” I quickly stopped him. “The dragon won’t appear.”

“Uhm, you may want to rethink that promise a bit.” Taehyung said, his voice small.

“Not now, Tae.”

“No really, you may want to just want to rethink that statement.”

“Look, I get it, there’s no proof the thing doesn’t exist, but that doesn’t mean it’s all just stories either. How are we to know if these things really exist? What if we’re just riding around in circles for nothing while our knights continue to die in battle?”

Jimin threw his head back with a groan. “The phantom knight is our only hope of survival. Can you at least pretend to care for a moment?”

“Guys?”

I scoffed. “I do care! Why else would I be out here arguing with you when I could be on the front lines helping to fight?”

“Guys.”

Jimin motioned in the direction of the castle. “Please, go fight. Perhaps you can talk them all to death as you try to convince everyone that the knight doesn’t exist.”

“Guys!”

I turned to him in annoyance. “What?”

He only raised a shaking hand to point at the sky behind me.

I rolled my eyes and shoved his hand down. “Now is not the time, Tae.”

He shook his head, his eyes wide with fear. “Turn around.”

With a sigh, I did as he said and instantly, my breath caught in my throat. What looked to be a giant black bird was flying directly toward us – that is if a blackbird had the wingspan of the entire knights’ training grounds.

Jimin nearly fell off his horse. “Th-that’s a – that’s a d-d-”

“Dragon.” Taehyung breathed.

I couldn’t believe it. I’d heard of dragons before, yet I had never seen one in person. They had nearly gone extinct over the past decade.

Jimin cursed and I smacked the back of his head for it. We may be under attack from a dragon, but that didn’t leave cause for foul language. Namjoon was constantly reprimanding him for his dirty mouth.

“Let’s not panic, shall we?” I said, attempting to keep my horse from bolting out from under me. “I’m sure he can hear the sounds of the battle and that’s what is drawing him out. We’re just three people. He’s not going to come for us.” My brows slowly sank into a frown as my words sank in. I’d said it to try and ease the boy’s anxiety, yet it had only managed to raise my own. What if I was right? What if it flew right past us and went straight for the battle? Our army was already losing ground. If a dragon were to join the fray, they wouldn’t survive.

Despite telling the others to stay calm, fear began controlling my actions, unfiltered fear for our knights and our kingdom. I urged my horse forward, toward the approaching dragon. Jimin and Taehyung shouted after me, but I hardly heard them over the pounding of my own blood in my ears. My horse trembled under me as we raced forward, having put blind faith in my actions. Any other horse would have fought against me, but we’d been a team since she’d first had a saddle placed on her back. We trusted each other completely. In that moment, I truly questioned why. I didn’t even trust myself. Yet she did.

The dragon didn’t even seem to notice my presence as we approached. I had to change that. I had to get the beast’s attention on me and away from the raging battle. How? How was I meant to draw its attention away from something much larger and more enticing than I was?

Taehyung was the first to catch on. He rode up beside me at a full gallop, winking at me before veering off the right and shouting at the top of his lungs. The dragon cocked its head but didn’t sway its course. Taehyung had the right idea, but it wasn’t enough.

“Jimin!” I shouted, swiveling around to find him still standing several feet away. His face scrunched up as he fought against himself for a few moments before pushing his horse into a gallop. He rode off to my left, joining Taehyung in his shouting match. With a small grin, I joined them.

Our three voices combined were enough to catch the beast’s attention. It screeched and circled above us a few times, its eyes surveying our tiny forms. I shouted for the others to scatter as the beast landed with a bound, its front claw barely missing Taehyung.

“Hey, you large, scaly beast!” Jimin shouted, bringing his horse around to face the dragon head on. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“The only ones allowed to terrorize our kingdom are the three of us!” I shouted. Taehyung laughed. “We do that plenty. There’s no need for your giant scaly butt to get involved.”

The dragon eyed each of us individually, as if it truly understood our words and was weighing its options. It eyed each of us individually, before its eyes came to rest on me. My breath hitched in my throat. This wasn’t merely some dumb beast. Simply looking into its eyes showed it was likely more intelligent than I was. The large, dark eyes were surprisingly soft and held such a huge contrast to what I had been made to believe. There was nothing reptilian about them. In fact, they appeared almost human. The steam emanating out the creature’s nostrils, along with the large teeth that seemed to be permanently bared, gave the impression it was there for no other reason than to cause destruction and death. But its eyes - its eyes told a different story entirely.

The large eyes blinked, breaking the spell I seemed to have been placed under a moment ago. Taehyung’s frantic shouting broke through the haze around my mind as I was brought back to reality. Jimin’s eyes were wide and frantic as he raced toward the creature, his sword raised above his head. I didn’t realize what he was doing until it was too late. With a cry of pain, the dragon swiped at Jimin who had managed to cut through his armor, sending the Prince flying off his horse and back several feet. What I assumed to be blood dripped from the wound on the creature’s snout, a dull golden color.

The dragon shot its head back in my direction. It looked to the horizon where the sun was beginning to rise and then regarded me once more before spreading its wings and shooting off from the ground. I thought perhaps we were home free as the dragon turned back toward the direction it had come. Though I should have known we would not walk away from a dragon encounter so easily.

I turned to Jimin with a sigh of relief. “See? I told you we would be alright.” Turning my attention back to the dragon, I watched as it circled above us. “Perhaps we should follow it? If the moon dragon is real, then perhaps there is some truth to the knight’s legend after all.”

Jimin shook his head. “There is no way I would let you ride after a dragon.”

At his words, the dragon’s head shot in our direction, locking its eyes on the three of us once more. As if taking Jimin’s words as a challenge, the dragon folded its wings and dove. Everything seemed to slow in that moment. Jimin screamed and leapt off his horse to tackle me to the ground. Taehyung unsheathed his sword and brought it up to counter the dragon, but it merely bounced off the hard scales. At the same time, I urged my horse forward, yet we were no match for the dragon’s speed. Before I knew what was happening, I was being lifted into the sky. A scream escaped my lips and I clung to the talons for dear life as we continued to ascend. Below me, Taehyung raced forward in an attempt to reach me in time, yet it was of no use. His horse was nowhere near as fast as the dragon and within seconds, he was completely out of sight.

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