#I AM ABSOLUTELY KILLED BY THIS BEOMGYU

[p0ckykiss]

baby i'm yours - choi yeonjun

summary - yeonjun can't think of not being by your side and you wouldn't have it any other way.

genre - fluff, falling in love, friends to lovers, sharing a room, yeonjun is whipped

"you've been clingy lately. is there something going on that i don't know about?"

yeonjun opts to shake his head, never once letting go of you who's currently squished under the heavy weight of yeonjun's body. yeonjun was left feeling the need to barge into his best friend's room and quite literally tackle you in bed. looking back at it, he figures it's due to the fact that you haven't spent as much time as before, both of you busy with individual schedules and when you did have your free time, you would either be fast asleep or on lenghty calls with your family.

yeonjun isn't upset over that.

this is one of the rare occasions, he thinks. finally getting you alone, all to himself. he missed this.

"you're lucky i already showered." your giggle makes yeonjun shuffle even closer, wrapping his arms around your warm body.

"i would've cuddled you in the shower, too. absolutely no problem."

"i have no doubts about that."

it's been proven to be a real challenge to stay away from you, even for a few minutes. he doesn't like to think of himself as a baby that needs constant attention but it may very well be the case with you and your calming presence. practically glued to your side, he closes his eyes and preens at the way his freshly washed hair is being carded through, long and gentle fingers massaging his scalp from time to time. his whole body goes limp, melting against you when your other hand lays on his broad back and works the stiffness out of his muscles. you lay like that for a while in silence, save for yeonjun's content sighs and your words of appraisal.

"i'm starting to think that you missed me real good."

yeonjun nuzzles his face further in your neck, pulling a breathy laugh from you beneath him at the ticklish movement.

"of course I did." he murmurs against your skin, voice low and affectionate. "didn't you miss me, too, ynie?" one of his hands moves from your waist and slides under your shirt, drawing circles on your skin with his finger. your chuckles turn to full blown laughter and yeonjun's heart soars.

"hey! stop that, it tickles!"

still wriggling and laughing, you try to push yeonjun off the bed. it proves to be a real challenge when he sprawls his body entirely over yours and knocks the breath out of your lungs.

"not until you say it too. do you know how hurt I am? unrequited feelings are no joke, y/n." he fake cries and you slap his back playfully.

"i missed you too, dumbass."

"now can you please move before you kill me?"

yeonjun does as told and settles back beside you, satisfied with himself as your warmth envelopes him again.

"i really mean it, yeonjun. i missed you a lot."

yeonjun can hear the smile in your voice and his heart does a somersault. he knows this feeling all too well.

"i know."

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"that's not fair! i've been playing this game for months, struggling and wasting all my nights to get this far! what about you? you just waltzed in here and swooped every critical fighter like the sly predatory bird you are!"

"how is that my fault? It's about being lucky, and clearly, luck hasn't been on your side but mine!"

"i'm about to swing this controller at you, beomgyu! don't try me, you know I'd do it."

"oh yeah? do it then."

woken up from the commotion downstairs, you sigh heavily and make your way towards the living room, immediately welcomed by two arguing boys. beomgyu and soobin, having another quarell over video games, while the rest of your roommates watch with either amusement or exasperation. your eyes scan the area until they eventually seize yeonjun's figure in the kitchen, having a glass of water. on your way to the kitchen you pass by an exhausted taehyun who pats your shoulder and moves to break the two rascals apart. you can only laugh at his poor attempts to get beomgyu off soobin's back.

pulling your gaze away from the guys, you return to staring at the object of your affection. yeonjun seems to be spacing out again, that hilarious blank expression making you shake your head in amusement. his hair sticks out in all directions and the urge to run your fingers through it is strong enough to make you do just that. approaching him silently as to not spook him, you settle behind him and caress his soft hair, making him look at least a bit presentable. yeonjun leans against you by instinct and nuzzles his head in the soft hoodie of his best friend.

"morning, sleepyhead. spacing out again?"

yeonjun sets the empty glass on the counter and turns around to circle his arms around your middle. almost falling off his chair, yeonjun looks extremely comical and you move just a bit forward to accomodate him.

"morning.." he mumbles. "the roommates woke me up."

"yeah, me too. was hoping on sleeping in for at least a few more hours."

"well, plans ruined."

"we can do something else today though. what do you say about shopping?"

the simple offer has yeonjun bouncing on his feet and all ready to go despite it being only morning. the excitement is infectious, you can feel it seep through your skin and gradually, a fond smile takes over your features.

"i'm suddenly not sleepy anymore. let's have breakfast and go."

"ramen?"

"ramen."

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"how about this one?"

yeonjun points at a somewhat simple yet fancy silver bracelet that has an infinity symbol carved on it in the color black. he thinks it looks nice enough to show it to you so he beckons you over with a smile.

you've been shopping for clothes for approximately two hours, scanning rows and rows of clothes ranging from casual to something more expensive. both of your wardrobes needed a refresh and so it wasn't a problem of spending too much or buying too many articles. you both share a common interest for fashion, things went smoothly but there's something missing. accessories. matching ones at that.

you peek over your shoulder with great interest, eyes practically glowing at the sight of the stylish bracelet and matching necklace.

"it's cool and all but.." you snicker. "look at the price tag, yeonjun. it's crazy."

"do you like it?"

you start twirling your hair, something you do when you're embarrassed. "i mean, yeah, who wouldn't? it's totally my style. but we can't waste so much money on this. we'll go broke in no time." you laugh, pat yeonjun's shoulder and move towards the exit of the shop, seemingly ready to return to your shared apartment.

yeonjun can't possibly go home without buying the matching set and so he approaches the cashier.

"uhm, hello. may i purchase these?"

the lady looks up at him with a knowing smile. "is it a present for the person who's waiting outside?"

he can feel his face heat up at the implication of her words. "something like that. y/n really likes the bracelet."

"is that so? i happened to hear your conversation earlier." she leans closer to whisper. "we don't normally do this thing but i can make an exception for you two and sell these to you at a lower price."

"are you sure? i wouldn't want you to get in trouble-"

"it's no problem."

she's still all smiles and sunshine as she wraps up the accessories and gives them to yeonjun. he tucks them safely in his bag and thanks her a million times before finally leaving the shop and joining you. you look up at him dubiously, eyeing the bags in his hands.

"what took you so long?"

"i was..looking around some more."

"really?"

you start walking back home and the nervousness of carrying your present is enough to make his legs go limp. what will be your reaction upon seeing that he bought the matching set after all? you couldn't possibly be mad, right? he sure hopes so.

"yeah, really."

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freshly out of the shower, yeonjun lays in the comfort of his bed and fiddles with the bag that shelters what he just bought for you. you are still showering, he can hear the water running and the groovy tune of a song that he's been listening to lately. your voice sounds a bit muffled yet yeonjun can discern a few words here and there and the more he listens, the more his nerves subside and he finds himself spacing out a second time that day. surely nothing can go wrong, he tells himself. he'll confidently reveal the gift, place the bracelet around your wrist then wear his own necklace and call it a day.

you've always talked about wearing something memorable for the both of you and this is the perfect time for it.

he doesn't know how much time has passed but it must've been a while because in front of him stand you, hair already dry, skin flushed from the steam in the shower, comfortable sweatpants and a loose shirt already on. with a quick shake of his head, yeonjun smiles at the confused look you give him.

"seriously, what's up with you? you've been spacing out again." you point out, seemingly amused. "and why are you gripping that bag?"

"close your eyes?"

"what did you do this time, yeonjun?"

"please just close them. you'll find out."

as soon as you do as told, his hands fumble with the fancy bag and pull out the small box that holds both the bracelet and necklace, a sappy smile already on his face. he's buzzing with excitement at the prospect of him and you growing even closer.

"it's been two minutes. can I open them already?" your right leg is shaking, anxiety bubbling beneath your skin.

"oh, sorry. open them."

you take a while to adjust to whatever you're seeing in yeonjun's hand. you see the small, sophisticated box along with what's in it and you freeze. the bracelet you just saw at the shop earlier today. and a matching necklace. your palms start to sweat and your heartbeat picks up speed at the gesture. silly yeonjun can't resist buying things that you like, no matter what anyone else says. you should've known better. yeonjun is incredibily stubborn when he wants to be. you look up at him and searches his eyes, all full of adoration, pride and excitement. your heart swells, barely concealing the smile that only seems to grow wider when yeonjun fiddles with his fingers and waits for a reaction.

"you said you liked it and i..bought it. even though you said i shouldn't. i couldn't help it. if you don't want it i can return it-"

"you're a real piece of work, you know that?" you let out a breathy laugh and shuffle closer to yeonjun's flushed face, scanning each and every detail of it, engraving it in your mind. no one else has ever gone to such lenghts to make you happy. "you never listen to me, do you?"

yeonjun gulps when your fingers caress the side of his face, falls into a deep trance the more he looks into your eyes.

"i wanted to make you happy." he murmurs, closing his eyes as soon as your lips touch his forehead.

"i am happy just being here with you. material things don't have the same effect you have on me, you know? sure, they do look nice, but they could never replace you." he lets himself be pulled into your arms. "i can appreciate the meaning behind your gift though. never took you for the romantic type."

yeonjun chuckles and traces a finger across your wrist. the bracelet is carefully being clasped around it and it suits you so well that he mentally pats himself on the back.

"i can be anything you want, y/n."

your heartbeat picks up speed at the implication, hands shaking as you place the silver necklace around yeonjun's neck. pretty, you think.

"anything? are you sure?" a teasing lilt accompanies your voice. you push forward, testing the waters between you. yeonjun doesn't step back.

"when have I ever been unsure?"

"what if I want you to be my boyfriend?"

yeonjun's breath stutters in his chest, alarms ringing in his head as he pulls just slightly away to come face to face with your pretty face. though unexpected, he's not entirely surprised. the tension has always been there somewhere around you. a bit too close to be just best friends, ever since the beginning.

"i'd gladly be."

your lips form a teasing smile, all inviting and soft. yeonjun glances down then back up, a silent hint. you take it, of course you do. shuffling even closer, yeonjun is once again reminded of how enamored he is, of how much he'd do for you.

"is that so? prove it."

yeonjun does just that. he immediately closes the small gap between you and seizes your lips in a searing kiss, stealing all your breath away. your hands find each other, intertwining and holding tight, lips chasing each other with the fervor of feelings being hidden all these years. intoxicating, yeonjun quickly realizes. you use the advantage of your better position to push even closer to yeonjun, running fingers through his hair as your lips part and gasps for air fill the silence in the room. neither of you move an inch away, simply staring in each other's eyes, bracelet and necklace somewhat glowing under the soft lights.

"so? are you mine yet?" yeonjun's teeth comes into view with how wide he's smiling and you are forced to squash the urge to hug him so tight that your bodies morph into one.

thinking back on it, you figure you've always been each other's. a silent agreement. despite voicing it out just now, you have always known.

"i think i've been yours since the first time i saw you."

"augh, that was a bit too much."

"shut it, yeonjun."

this is just another step into their journey. nothing will change between you and you are sure you'll only grow closer as time passes.

[fairyofshampgyu]

Devil by the Window 𖤐⁶⁶⁶𖤍♱

genre: smut, succubus demon

Pairing: beomgyu x succubus! Reader

Warnings: reader is a s*x demon, smut, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, blow job, pegging, riding, ass slapping, hair pulling, overstimulation

Word count: 1.5k

No matter what beomgyu does, he cannot seem to sleep at all.

He could scream from the utter frustration. He feels tired so why isn’t he asleep?! Could it be the coffee he had in the morning? But he always has coffee and it never does that to him. Was it the thriller he watched with Kai? He doesn’t really find stuff like that scary though. Beomgyu has tried everything from counting sheep to asmr whale sounds, none of it seems to work.

That’s when he feels the outside breeze coming from his window and being hit with the sudden yet subtle coldness. He swears he can hear something whispering his name continuously but it’s probably just the wind. 

Wasn’t his window closed? He could have sworn he never opened it. That’s strange. He leaves the comforting warmness of his sheets and gets up to close the window, lying back down and beginning to close his eyes. But he feels the chilliness almost instantly again, he sighs, opening his eyes and noticing his window was open somehow yet again.

What the hell? Now he’s a bit freaked out, there’s no way the wind could just open his window like that. He closed it fully shut too. A million thoughts race his mind, it could be because it’s dark—he’s been deprived of sleep for hours, watching that thriller earlier on and also he can be a bit of a hypochondriac—but the only reasonable explanation he could think of was a serial killer.

He’s going to get murdered tonight. Unsuspecting victim gets brutally stabbed in the middle of the night in their own home. He can already see the headlines. That’s when he sees a shadow slowing creeping in through his window. Okay, he’s absolutely, definitely, completely going to die tonight. He tries to scream but is muffled by their hand.

“Shushh relax, baby. I’m not here to kill you. Well, I could if I wanted to, but you’re too cute to die just yet.” You say to him in a sultry voice that’s not very reassuring. That’s when he’s actually able to see what’s in front of him.

Small horns on your head, matching tail, black lingerie and tits practically pouring out. Glitter shimmering and scattering parts of their face and body. This is definitely him hallucinating from the lack of sleep right now but he asks anyway, “What…What are you?”

You laugh, “I’m your wet dreams. A sex demon, succubus. I fuck people at night.”

“Oh. Cool.” Damn, he doesn’t even get this good hallucinations when he’s high.

“Oh cool? I usually get more of a reaction than that. That’s a first.”

“Are you gonna fuck me then? You can fuck me if you want.” Beomgyu shrugs, he doesn’t really care if he’s hallucinating at this point, it’s better than staring off into darkness, trying to go to sleep, crazed out of his mind. At least whatever his imagination conjured up was hot. Although, he didn’t think he was THAT freaky he has to admit. He’s kinda turned on now though.

“Wow. You really are a different one. Are you really not fazed at all? I’m a demon.”

“Yeah I didn’t know I had some sort of demon kink either. This hallucination is wild.”

“Hallucination? This isn’t a hallucination. I am very real.”

“Whatever you say.”

“This is real! I am literally real bro.”

“You can’t really prove it.”

You sigh, frustrated. “Whatever. I don’t care, I just need to fuck someone.”

Not wasting anytime, since you need to fuck in order to survive and you haven’t fucked anyone in mere hours, you crawl on his bed, sitting in front of him and pulling out his already hard dick from his plaid pajama bottoms.

You pump him a couple times then bring your mouth to his dick, sticking your tongue out and dragging his tip back and forth against it. His precum dribbling onto your tongue as you continued swirling your tongue around his tip. And then you take take him in properly. He gasps as you fit pretty much all of him in your mouth without even gagging even though he’s quite big. Must be demon things or something.

You carry on bobbing your head up and down on his dick, holding his hips down as he cutely gripped your horns with his hands for dear life, moaning out prettily. The human’s already going to cum and you can sense it.

“Need to cum…” He whimpers and says after a while, his thighs clenching.

“Aw I haven’t even started yet and you already need to cum? What a cute human. Go on then.” You say, condescendingly.

So he does, whining out and gripping on your horns even tighter, hips lifting off the mattress and squirting into your mouth.

Next, you throw him like a rag doll to his desk you see and bend his pretty figure over it.

“Wanna be fucked?”

He nods fast.

Supposedly out of thin air since beomgyu doesn’t recall you having it on previously, you’re in a strap on, dildo already lubed as well.

You slowly push the dildo into his ass and he moans, slumping his body more onto the desk. You hold onto his waist, thrusting into him. You speed up and beomgyu moans and whines even louder each time you roughly pound into him.

You slap his little ass and it seems to elicit even more moans out of him.

“More…more pleas-ahh…” He begs.

You slap his ass repeatedly until his cute cheeks and skin are red and marked, fucking into him even more harshly and fast, skin slapping sounds so loud at this point.

You tug on his long hair, still spanking his red ass and all he can do is moan continuously, eyes rolling to the back of his head, the feeling of his hair pulled, being spanked and fucked dumb too much for him, he’s practically drooling.

He’s never been fucked this good ever. At the back of his mind, he’s beginning to question whether this was all really just a hallucination of his, everything feeling almost too real. But he’s feeling way too blissed out to give a damn at all. He can’t stop his dick from leaking from it all, he could cum any second again.

“Such a whore hmmn? Just a cumslut wanting to be fucked by anything? That you even wanna be fucked by a demon?” You pull on his hair, bringing his face up. But all beomgyu can do is pant and moan even louder.

“Say it. What are you?”

“Your cumslut-ahh…” He slurs, eyes heavy and glazed up.

You take his dick, pumping it fast at the same rhythm of pounding into him and he yelps, spurting heaps of his cum onto his desk. He slumps on there, catching his breath, shutting his eyes.

You push him back on the bed, holding his dainty wrists next to his head and he complies. You straddle his waist, lining up his cock to your cunt and sinking on it, beomgyu letting out a broken mewl, he’s too sensitive but he doesn’t want you to stop at all. You begin to ride him, rolling your hips on his.

You’re starting to like this particular human. You like how he’s eager and lets you do whatever you want to him. Others haven’t been as fun. Men and their egos. This one’s also very mesmerising to look at, his features making him look like he was sculpted by the gods, you hate to admit. His reactions and moans so pretty as well. You’re tempted to keep him all only to yourself forever.

You pick up your speed significantly, riding him to oblivion, sounds of it all sticky and he’s a moaning mess, seemingly in a trance from how out of it he looks. You let your devil tail trail, moving to his face to caress it as he groans to the side, cheeks blushed.

It then slowly trails down his body along his neck and to his nipples where it continuously prods, pinching and playing with them. Beomgyu endlessly moans, gasps, whimpering and whining, any kind of sounds coming out of his mouth as you bounce wildly over his hips, up and down.

“Please…cum…need” The words not coming out of his mouth as his brain goes fuzzy and eyes get clouded, his moans increasing in octaves then his breath hitches and he spills all his cum once more.

You still continue to bounce on him erratically though, milking him of every drop he has as he spasms underneath you, overstimulated, he’s seeing stars and his ears ring from the unparalleled bliss he’s feeling. Is he gonna pass out?

“I’ll see you again soon. Sweet dreams~”

~~🌀🌀🌀~~

Beomgyu wakes up.

That was one heck of a wet dream…or hallucination…whatever it was. He feels sore and his legs kinda ache, pants soiled. He feels like a pubescent teenager again ew.

The breeze comes in through his window. He gets up to close it, seeing a trail of a glitter from the window to his roof. Huh. That’s weird.

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[alohajun]

♡ MARRY ME — CHOI BEOMGYU

bf!beomgyu x reader | wc : 0.6k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, comedy, fluff, proposal au, mentions of petnames | loki's lines : this is the one (of a couple) entries for the exchange event by @kflixnet. this one’s for @boba-beom ahh, smiles, i am sorry i didn’t reveal myself sagsrfhgd and i really hope you like this little drabble i wrote for beomgyu! have a great day, take care and stay safe &lt;3

it was the perfect day to propose.

the sun was shining; the birds were chirping, and you were absolutely sure of your feelings for your boyfriend.

you and beomgyu had been dating for almost five years, and even though you knew you two were still young, you wanted to propose.

it was just a proposal, after all. you weren't asking to get married that second. maybe in a year, or two … or ten. 

"you've brought me to the woods," beomgyu claimed, smiling teasingly. "are you going to kill me?"

you laughed, shaking your head. beomgyu has always been the clueless one in your relationship, and it was no surprise how oblivious he was now, too.

you'd been hinting about proposals for the past few weeks, and he never caught on to the hints, always focusing on something else.

it was no surprise to you, really. 

this was the exact guy who was surprised when you asked him to be your boyfriend because he thought you guys were always dating.

yep, oblivious and clueless indeed.

"i wouldn't kill you now," you joked. "maybe after we are married, so i can claim your life insurance."

beomgyu chuckled. "ah, so i am being killed," he stated. "just not now." he intertwined your hands, swinging them as you two walked.

a massive hint, yet the man remained clueless.

the two of you finally got towards a clearing in the woods, overlooking the little town you two grew up in.

it was quite a sentimental moment for you as you took in the view, realizing you had come so far with beomgyu and were about to take the next biggest step in both your lives.

"gyu, the reason i brought you here today," you paused, taking a breath to calm yourself, "is because i wanted to ask you something."

beomgyu turned away from the view to look at you, an oblivious smile on his face. 

"the location and view seem romantic," he stated, “are you going to propose, y/n?"

you could tell he was trying to tease you with the way he smiled, but not getting a response from you gave away that it was indeed the reason you had brought him there.

"wait … you are not saying no."

"i am not."

"oh, fuck." beomgyu had a look of horror on his face as he realized he had just ruined the surprise for himself. "no, i ruined it! do it again!"

you chuckled, amused by your boyfriend's reactions. "babe, it's fine–" you tried to console him, but he was already pacing around.

"no, no, no." he shook his head, adamant. "you are gonna tell me you have to ask me something again, and i will not jump to conclusions and let you ask the question."

"gyu, it's–"

the brunet was already running away, hiding behind a tree as he attempted to fix the proposal he just messed up.

"babe, what are you doing?"

"restarting!" he yelled from behind the tree. "now, call me out, and let's start from the top."

you smiled, knowing then and there that you were making the best decision of your life. 

of course, you wanted to marry choi beomgyu. how could you not?

"hey, gyu. i wanted to ask you something." you played along, stifling your giggles as you watched him peek his head from behind the tree.

his cherry red ears didn't go unnoticed as he looked at you, making it harder for you not to laugh. "yeah, babe. what's up?" he asked, trying to be as nonchalant as he could.

just like you had planned, you held onto your boyfriend's hands before kneeling on the ground. smiling as you looked into his eyes, you asked the question he already knew was coming.

"would you do me the greatest honor and marry me, choi beomgyu?"

the brunet smiled brightly, tears glistening in his eyes as he nodded. "of course i will. you redid an entire proposal for me after all," he said, pulling you up towards him. "how could i ever say no?" 

yep, it was indeed the perfect day to propose.

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[bangtansocean]

Roommate's Prohibited List: Four

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FOUR

“So, how’s it been?” Mingyu sips on his iced coffee with curious eyes, his bright lime jacket contrasting with the white and pastel palette of the cafe. 

 Monica takes her coffee in silence, waiting for your reply with eagerness as you haven’t been able to really talk about your new home ever since. 

“They are great guys.” You nod to yourself, setting your warm chocolate down. “The place is absolutely beautiful, and they have been very welcoming.” 

It’s only been a couple of days since you moved in your new place, but things have gone better than you could have hoped for.

The guys have been busy, so they spend most of the time outside of the apartment and don't come back until the sun starts setting. You learnt that Yeonjun is doing his hospital practices during summer to save himself some time before university starts, and that Beomgyu is an orientation week volunteer for the incoming engineers at the university. So you basically have the house for yourself in the mornings, and whenever one of them comes back home, you enjoy their stories as you game together or have a drink on the terrace.  

Mingyu smiles at the news. “They are great guys indeed, I promise it will feel like home in no time!” You thank him with a shy smile. 

“So when am I coming over?!” Monica asks, her eyebrows raised as he blinks dramatically, making you laugh. 

“Well, about that,” Your smile grows bigger. “You can come by anytime. The guys have this system where each roommate gets one friend who gets an extra key and can come by whenever.” You pull the extra key from your purse and place it on the table. “It’s all yours.” 

Monica stares at the key and then back at you, her eyes growing bigger. “Wait really? I get my own set of keys?!” She slowly reaches for the keys and slides them closer to her. 

“Ah yes, the free pass friend.”Mingyu throws his head back laughing. “We’ve had our fair share of horror stories with those.” He sighs, remembering all the crazy hook up drama that happened before he and Yeonjun got girlfriends. “Yeonjun wanted to kill me when he saw his ex coming out of my room.” 

You stare in horror at Mingyu as he shakes his head and laughs at the memory before Monica hits him with her purse. “You slept with your roommate’s ex-girlfriend?! You’re disgusting!” She rolls her eyes as he laughs harder, and you can’t help but watch them in silence, fairly entertained by them. 

“She wasn’t even his girlfriend back then!” He explains, covering himself from another purse attack. “They were best friends! Things got a little messy with me and Yeonjun after that though, because he obviously had feelings for her and well.. I just wanted to fuck her.” He shrugs, gaining another purse slap from Monica. 

“Mingyu!!” She screams. “Jesus Christ! Thank God you found Mei, otherwise you would be infected with who knows how many STD’s by now.” She speaks, her hands moving exasperatedly as she speaks. 

“Yeah, you’re not wrong to be honest.” He shrugs again before picking up his drink again, looking at you once he finishes it. “So are you having the welcome party this weekend? Do you think I’d be able to join for a beer or two?” He speaks again, Monica’s head turning to look at you with questioning eyes. 

“Um.. what welcome party and why have I not heard of this?” Her eyebrow curves up, making you laugh. 

“I was going to mention it before you interrupted me.” You roll your eyes at them. “But yes, they are having a party to meet us,” You point at Monica and yourself repeatedly before turning to Mingyu. “And it’s tomorrow. I can ask Beomgyu, but I’m sure he won’t mind if you swing by.” 

You smile at your friends who nod before changing the subject. Monica complains about how we officially start classes next week, while Mingyu on the other hand, is sharing the struggles of being an adult and his new corporate job. 

“Enough about me, any tea from your side of the table?” Mingyu asks you, and to be completely honest, there has been only one thing bothering you these last few days. 

“I think I need to get laid, guys.” You say quickly, making both of them giggle as you let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m serious! It’s like my body sees a cute guy and immediately forgets how to act! It’s so annoying!” 

You continue to complain to your friends, who listen to your rant attentively as you let everything out. Well, almost everything.

You end up agreeing with Monica that you will go to more uni events in hopes of meeting a cute guy to hook up with, and hopefully help you with the one small detail you decided to keep to yourself. 

“Oh, Mingyu?” A familiar voice resonates behind you. 

You can feel your body temperature drop when Mingyu smiles, standing up to greet the one person you couldn't stop thinking about. 

“Soobin! Fancy seeing you here!” He says in a fake british accent as he steps to the side of the table and hugs the tall guy. You turn your head to look at Monica in distress, but she stares at you in confusion. 

Who’s the guy?, She mouths. And before you can reply back, your name is called by none other than the man himself. 

Every nerve in your body sparks. A tingling sensation washes over you as he calls you by your name for the first time. 

You take a deep breath mentally before turning, a warm smile appearing on your lips as you look up to him, your heart skipping a beat when you find him already smiling back at you brightly.

“How’s everything going?” He places a hand on your shoulder, his eyes lingering on yours. 

“All good,” you manage to say, “settling in pretty well.” 

“I’m glad to hear that,” He replies with a soft nod. You feel extremely nervous not only because of his presence, but because you can feel two pairs of eyes watching you as you try not to malfunction after you confessed your needs to get laid. “I-” 

A phone rings, interrupting Soobin’s train of thought as everyone turns to look to where the noise was coming from.

Your phone. 

“Oh, sorry.” You finally react and pick up the phone, answering it quickly when you see Beomgyu’s name flashing on your screen. “What’s up?”

“I locked myself out,” You can hear the annoyance in his voice, which makes you want to laugh even though you feel bad for him for being in such a situation. 

“Did you lose your key?” You ask now, worried. 

“No. I’m pretty sure I left it on the kitchen counter, ugh this is so annoying!” He grunts. “Are you coming home soon? If not, I can try calling Soobin.” 

“Oh, Soobin is actually next to me.” You say, turning back to him, who is attentively trying to listen to your conversation. “We just ran into each other at the cafe.” You say, now looking at your two confused friends. 

“Did he lock himself out again?” Soobin asks, to which you nod silently. “Classic Gyu.” He laughs before signaling to your phone. 

You offer him the phone and stare at him with curious eyes, amused at how this seems to be a recurrent event. 

“I can be there in 15.” He speaks on the phone, nodding a couple of times before hanging up and giving the phone back to you. “I got it this time, but you should get used to this. It happens all the time.” He rolls his eyes, taking his phone out to type some stuff and then directs his attention back to you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I’ll go order my coffee and then be on my way.” He turns to look at Mingyu and Monica to whom he bows lightly. “It was nice seeing you guys.” He smiles. He turns around and makes his way to the counter, stealing glances at the table every now and then while in line. 

“Bitch, what was that?” Monica asks deadpan. 

You frown at her question, unsure of what exactly she was referring to, “Huh? What are you talking about?” 

She smirks at you with a teasing expression. “I’m talking about how you almost drooled on the table at the sight of handsome slenderman.” She laughs at her own joke. “Who is the man, and how do you know him?” He turns to Mingyu who gives her a side eye. 

“You don’t know Soobin?” He asks in a sassy tone. “He’s like the smartest guy in the fucking school.” 

“Oh! The guy who’s been promised valedictorian for our graduation since freshman?!” Mingyu nods at Monica's question before both of them continue to small talk. 

You, on the other hand, can't stop facepalming yourself repeatedly. Because of course you couldn’t crush on any other guy.

No. 

You had to crush on a guy who’s known to be the smartest student the school has ever had in 50 years. The guy who, according to all of his friends, is extremely picky and rejected every single girl ever. And the cherry on top of the disaster cake, is that you had to fall for the guy who is number one on your roommates’ prohibited list. 

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ

This is a terrible idea, you think to yourself as you finish applying your lipstick in the mirror. 

You check yourself for the tenth time, making sure your outfit is not too much and that it looks nice enough for a casual Saturday date. 

You sit on your bed and tap your feet nervously, the butterflies in your stomach taking over. 

“He should be here any second,” You tell yourself in a whisper, unable to process how you got here in the first place…

-

The welcome party was a success.

The guys bought you your favorite wine, and decorated the living room with cute tiny balloons and a homemade ‘welcome home’ sign. You spent most of the time on the terrace, drinking together as the sun went down. You finally met Huening Kai as well, who seemed to have the same tired-but-cool vibe as Yeonjun. 

Everyone was there: Beomgyu, Yeonjun, Mingyu, Monica, Huening Kai and of course, Soobin. 

At first you couldn’t help feeling extremely nervous, scared of how the guys would feel about Monica, but you immediately relaxed when you noticed how well everyone was getting along. 

You might even dare to say they like her more than they like you, which is a lot. 

You all sat in a circle on the terrace, some of you sitting on the chairs and some on the floor with cushions. The conversations moved smoothly, never having an awkward pause, and everyone laughing at times. You were all talking about the upcoming weekend and how it was our last free one before university officially started. 

“I’m just going to stay in bed until monday to be honest, orientation week wrecked me.” Beomgyu says before taking a sip of his beer. Everyone agreeing with him as they all wanted to relax before starting class.

Well, everyone but Soobin. 

“You guys are so boring!” Soobin exclaims, the red blush of his cheeks getting stronger as he finishes his third beer. “There’s so many fun summer specials, you guys are seriously planning to stay home?” He complains in a pout. 

“Like what, Soobin?” Yeonjun asks, rolling his eyes at the over enthusiasm of his friend. 

“There’s an Italian cultural heritage exhibition happening just a few blocks away from here. Apparently they brought samples of the Roman empire to the exhibit!” He exclaims enthusiastically. 

The silence in the room is loud, everyone turning to look at him with incredulous eyes.  

“Soobin, that sounds like the most boring exhibition ever,” Beomgyu says. “No one is going to go to that shit.” 

“Yeah, like who even likes that type of thing? Apart from you obviously.” Yeonjun asks. 

“Y/n does,” Monica replies, the room turning to look at you while you freeze at the callout. 

“Wait, you do?!” Yeonjun asks mockingly, to which you nod before putting your beer down. 

“I used to go to Italy with my parents every summer.” you explain, “My dad is a history teacher, so…” shrugging your shoulders, you steal a quick glance around the terrace as Yeonjun awe’s in understanding. 

“Wait, really?!” Soobin asks excitedly, making you turn to him with big eyes. 

“Uh yes.” You nod to which he smiles. “It is very fascinating, I’m sure the exhibition will be amazing.” You share his excitement to which he giggles, making your heart do backflips. 

“You should come with me then! Entry is free. You just have to sign in to the guest list!” He exclaims again, everyone’s eyes on you both as you exchange plans. 

“Yes! Sure, I mean. That sounds like fun, I’m down.” You calm yourself as you agree to go with him to the exhibition tomorrow. 

- 

There is a soft knock on your door that snaps you out of last night’s memory. “Soobin is here.” Yeonjun’s voice resonates through the door.

The nerves come back to you as you stand up and take one deep breath before you walk to your bedroom door. 

This is a terrible idea, you think to yourself one more time as you approach the living room, where the tall, handsome and unobtainable man is waiting for you at the end of the hall. 

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[goldennika]

Initial Thoughts on TOMORROW X TOGETHER's The Name Chapter: Freefall

Ok so i just listened to TNC: Freefall in full and damn, okay. Really solid album, sonically. And i say sonically bc i haven't read up on the lyrics just yet (i don't think the eng trans are out yet ☹️)

Am loving how they're showcasing more of their vocals (txt lower register enthusiasts, we are being fed at last 😭) and the whole band/session feels of the music really emphasizes that.

can we take a minute to talk about beomkai's vocals?? bc i really think this might be their era 🥹 and seeing as all of the boys have at least 2 credits to their name in this album, it really feels like this is their sound, and their personal music preferences came through too

i'm on the fence about DILT's inclusion in the album though. we all know it was not a planned track at all but it was a really good opportunity for them to collaborate and have a fun summer track out before headlining lolla 2023.

that said, it just doesn't seem to fit in (at least sonically) in this album. i don't know if moving it higher up in the tracklist would have been better since i haven't read the lyrics yet but sonically, it might have worked more since the more powerful/complex sounding tracks are in the first half, imo

but overall, this album is full of surprises, and very good ones at that!! I'm sure i'll love it even more when i listen to it again but yeah, from the first listen alone, i would recommend this album!!!

Track first impressions under the cut! very raw reactions ahead haha

Track 1: Growing Pain

oh damn gritty TXT ???

LOWER REGISTER LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOO

legitimately gave me goosebumps

EXCUSE ME THE OOH's IN THE CHORUS???? DELICIOUS

H U E N I N G K A I

that's it. that's the thought.

the guitar is so good ugh

ROCK BAND TXT LET'S GOOOOOOO

this will absolutely kill when performed live 😵‍💫

Track 2: Chasing That Feeling

HERE FOR THE SYNTHS(??)

giving TCHFTG and Blinding Lights by The Weeknd (i love The Weeknd btw)

Yeonjun's voice is so soothing??????

wait is the nod to the TCHFTG instrumentals intentional??????

maybe this is just me but their choreo (based on the MV) looks like it goes so hard but this song feels relatively chill/easy listening (esp compared to their last few title tracks bc sugar rush ride was a doozy to take in) so it seems a bit... off? idk idk

looking forward to a stage/practice vid to come out to appreciate their performance more!

Track 3: Back for More (TXT Ver)

already reacted to this before and ugh so good

HUENINGKAI POPPED OFF IN HIS VERSE UGH

Yeonjun's is also so good

love their adlibs so much 🥹

super interesting to place this track right after Chasing That Feeling 🤔

dance break instrumental and adlibs have my whole heart actually

like i can see them dancing in my head even if i'm just listening

Track 4: Dreamer

oh shit i love the bass already??????

FIRST LINE IN AND I'M IN LOVE ALREADY???

kinda scared to check the lyrics ngl

oh this song is delicious

i can already see all the tiktok edits happening (not necessarily a bad thing for them imo)

ooh shit "let me break it down for you" jdfh;kdjsfb;nsfkja

I LVOE THIS TRACK?????????

WAIT IS TAHT ALL SOOBIN IN THE CHORUS??????????

or is taehyun there too?

the "let me break it down for you" is going to haunt me in my dreams thanks

Track 5: Deep Down

strong start. nice

WTF IS THIS DIRECTION THEY'RE TAKING I LOVE IT????? 😳

yooo the minimal instrumentals in the start was so good

oh it got clubby in the chorus

OH HELL BEOMGYU IN THE CHORUS SHOULD HAVE COME WITH A WARNING (deep down i need you more)

this feels so different from the usual TXT but it works??

okayyyy the trumpet sounding stuff in the outro was a nice touch

Track 6: Happily Ever After

pretty sure i'll cry if i read up the lyrics of this one haha 🥲

oh this track is so smooothhhh in the pre-chorus

oohhh the la la la's are growing on me

it's like happy fools but more refined?????

LOVE the blending/harmonization 😩

GIVE ME ALL THE LAYERED VOCALS @ BIG HIT

SOOBIN I LOVE YOU (outro ver) 🥹😭

Track 7: Skipping Stones

the cymbals? hi-hats? at the start oh god *chef's kiss*

feels like a band session up in here!!!

HUENINGKAI LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO

oh damn beomgyu???

taehyun with the high notes mhmmm

band txt is the future i can see it all so clearly now

LOVE the way they start off each line durign the verses. scratches my brain sooooo good when they give the little oomph then blend it down ugh (sorry idk musical terms)

kinda obsessed with this music already wtf

the female vocals too!!

HUENINGKAI EXTENDED NOTE LET'S FUCKING GOOOO

HE MADE IT SOUND SO EASY?????????????

mhmmm soobin's falsetto

wow

just wow

FUCK ME WITH THOSE OHs AT THE END OF THE SONG GODDAMN

Track 8: Blue Spring

i know we were joking around about band txt but what if it's not a joke anymore bc we've had track after track of band/session sounds and i am not okay anymore

i'm never gonna be normal about this song sorry not sorry

POP OFF HUENINGKAI GODDAMN

what if i cry.....

hmmm the rest of the instrumentals kicking in. so good.

and then they strip it down??? to let the vocals shine????

so so good

COME THROUGH WITH THE DRUMS

soobin's verse with yeonjun's adlibs is what dreams are made of actually

god yeonjun and hueningkai are gonna make me cry

NO FUCKIGN WAY THEY ADDED MORE OF TAEHYUN'S ADLIBS????

STOP THE FUCKING CAR THEY'RE HARMONIZING INT EH CHORUS TOO??????????????

TYUNNING ADLIBS IN THE OUTRO????????????????

MY JAW IS DROPPED AND I CANNOT BREATHEEEEEEEEE

Track 9: Do It Like That

ok yeah ngl the mood shifted dramatically after all the band txt sounds lol

DILT is a cute song but i don't think it makes sense in this album

or at least not in this placement???

i may reconsider if this was a TXT ver lol

or maybe they were thinking about our mental health when they decided to keep it in the album

i would probs be a sobbing mess if tnc: freefall rly just ended with the studio ver of blue spring 🥹

Track 10: Chasing That Feeling (English Ver)

including this here bc why not it's on the tracklist anyway haha

tbh i wasn't feeling this track much from the teasers

but hearing the song in full changed my mind

the build up is good

why does yeonjun's voice sound so good in this genre like how is it soooo good

time's a thief that won't stop stealing -- well damn did i feel that

taehyun our belting star 🥺

[wildernessuntothemselves]

i just read the yamqn sequel all the way through without having read the original and it was a really interesting and fun way to read it. I really enjoyed it so i went back and read yamqn and jesus christ holy shit fuck. You have absolutely destroyed me in the best way possible. I actually genuinely sobbed at the ending. It’s so disgustingly beautifully written. I can’t even fully comprehend my emotions right now. I went back and reread the sequel after again and I’m really happy I got to read it this way. It makes me so sad because I so desperately wish that so much of it didn’t happen. If only Beomgyu wouldn’t have been so demented. It’s hard for me to fully understand if he actually loved her or if he loved himself most and loved the comfort that having someone belong completely to him brought. If Beomgyu actually loved her truly in his heart then i wish that they could’ve stayed innocent. I know he was already doing these fucked up things though and she just didn’t know at first. That’s how good you wrote him though. He’s manipulating ME too. I wish so badly that they could’ve just been sweet and that oc wouldn’t have been selfish either and just allowed Beomgyu to step down as prince so they could’ve been together. I’m not blaming oc for Beomgyu but she still is not innocent by any means and was incredibly selfish. Taehyun wasn’t a perfect husband but he deserved far better than what he got. As much as I wanted Beomgyu and oc together Taehyun was definitely the better choice. Oc just didn’t love him like she could love Beomgyu though because she didn’t know what real love was either. She thought love was the crazy possessiveness that Beomgyu gave her. I’m so conflicted about it all. The ending was the best and only right way for the story to end though as heart shattering as it was. In a perfect world Beomgyu wouldn’t have been insane, oc wouldn’t have been selfish, and Taehyun wouldn’t have ever gotten involved and would’ve had his own happy ending. Thats not how it was though so that’s why no other ending to this would have been right. When I read the sequel I was very much team Beomgyu. I knew that he was flawed but I read it before yamqn so I didn’t know the extent of his possessiveness. I mean I knew that he was hiding shit obviously but didn’t expect his complete switch like that once he saw Taehyun. He came off sweet until the very end when we found out he was the mastermind all along. I really am interested in both continuations but I am more interested in Beomgyu’s because thats always been the way. They deserve each other. I can’t really see oc seriously being able to lose Beomgyu completely and being happy with Taehyun again after everything. I wanna know how far Taehyun woulf go to try to kill them both though. Or if he could even truly go through with killing her as well. If only somehow they could repent and break their curse and live one last life together to atone for their sins. I know this is probably not what will happen though🥲. Huge rant but this story has left me emotionally ruined and it’s all I can think about. Thank you for caring about your work so much and for writing such heart wrenching stories. The first thing I read of yours was Jealousy, Jealousy and I reread it often. You’re genuinely an amazing writer. I was super iffy about reading this at first because of the noncon but I trusted that you would write it in a way that didn’t romanticize it and you didn’t disappoint. These are extremely fucked up and flawed characters so all of their actions made sense to their characters. So to anyone who is nervous or unsure of reading it for this reason, I say try it out because the way it’s written is not to make it out to be a good thing. I’m looking forward to whatever else you put out next. Thanks for taking the time to read this❤️

ohhh that's really interesting. while i did write the sequel in a way to hopefully be ineligible to new readers, I don't think any new readers actually read it so this is very intriguing to me! it takes away from the suspense and mystery when you read yamqn first because you KNOW gyu is lying lmao but it must've been a bit more exciting (at least in a different way) to read it like that then go through the original and realizing just how fucked up gyu is. it's funny that you say he came off sweet. i never saw it and others probably didn't too because we know the little shit but it's funny how he was able to sort of dupe you into thinking he's not that bad like he did with oc. people are very mad at her for choosing gyu again but she really had no reason to think her dreams were real and no reason to betray her bf for tyun

believe me he is manipulating me and i am the writer lol yeah oc is also to blame for a lot of it and she knows that too (taehyun too to an extent) but he has poisoned her mind so much that she learned to crave his toxic love like a drug and couldn't recognize any other form of love if it wasn't all consuming

"i'm more interested in beomgyu because that's always been the way" i'm crying you get it already. it's always been oc and gyu. but yeah both stories honestly touch on different things. with gyu's ending you get to see how tyun would have reacted if he had the means to retaliate and how he would take her rejection. with tyun's ending you'll see what oc is like without gyu and what tyun thought of her leaving him and how he'll be like this time as he worries she'd leave him again. and ofc what gyu is going to do to get her back

the thing is the only way for them to atone is to not choose each other. basically this world operates on a karma like system. the more they choose each other the more cursed they become, if the were to consistently not choose each other, they can gain salvation. but then they wouldn't be together and i'm not sure that either of them can accept that. definitely not gyu and probably not oc. in one of the possible endings i had oc choose tyun only for that to freak gyu out and he fall to his knees crying and begging and telling her her would be taken from he forever if she rejects him and she ends up going back to him because she might reject him once or twice but she can't bear the thought of never being with him again :')

thank you so much for this message. as you can see i adore messages like this and love getting the opportunity to share my passion for this story with people. and thank you for giving it a chance. the noncon was tricky because i wanted to make sure it came across as bad but i also wanted to show how gyu could manage to still convince oc it was a "mistake" and pull her back into him which can across to some people as me excusing the noncon.

[yocioon]

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄.

⌕ ┆ ID VERIFICATION

⤷⠀⠀⠀𝐘𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐋 / 𝐂𝐙𝐀𝐑 ! he / xe. nineteenies. lesbian.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♱

୨ 𖥔 ୧⠀hola, amorcitas ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ! mi nombre es yociél o czar. i’m a mentally ill teenager from the small island of puerto rico who found a passion for writing at the ripe age of 8 years old, and an absolute admiration for graphics at 14. now at 19, and still afraid of fnaf 4, i’m a self taught-self made graphic designer with a future clothing business in the works.

[ ♡ ] ⸻ p.sunghoon⠀⠀╱⠀⠀xe’s a dangerous one.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ he’s the crazy type.⠀⠀╱⠀⠀s.ricky ⸻ [ ♡ ] ⠀▎

୨ 𖥔 ୧⠀i am currently watching weak hero class 1, ballerina, my name, all of us are dead, girl from nowhere, incantation, extraordinary attorney woo, bloodhounds, kill boksoon, true beauty, extracurricular, sweet home, the glory, f&f: tokyo d.

✿ 。 ׄ ׅ 𝟶𝟶 ׄ 𓈒

⠀⠀⠀ ❝⠀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃’𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍’ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘.⠀❞

[ 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒) ] : evren. benji. venix. venom. yociél. czar. junior. you can choose whichever one you like most to call me, i don’t care. you can make a nickname from them, i don’t care. just call me whatever, and make sure to ask first before doing so please n thank you amores.

[ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 ] : women. milfs. the color blue (duh). kitties. doggos. anime. kdrama. fashion. making oc’s. sharkies. chocolate. blasting music. cities and islands. maladaptive daydreaming. being a certified hater 4life. shit talking with varo; mia, lin, & via. using kaomojis like my life depends on it. tteokbokki. rabokki. iced coffee. new york bagels. teriyaki salmon. birria.

[ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 ] : men. kiss ass people. the heat. people who can’t understand simple boundaries. loud noises. any type of “ism”. banana flavored anything. kiwi. almond joys. dolphins.

[ 𝐅𝐀𝐕 — 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ] : minecraft. roblox. call of duty (1-4, wz, mw1&2). gta. walking dead. the last of us. the quarry. sims 4.

[ 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒 ] : huening bahiyyih. choi beomgyu. baek sunwoo. kim seokjin. choi san. big matthew. kim sunwoo. park wonbin. lee chaeryeong. jeon soyeon. kim jiwoo. lee jihoon. yunjin huh.

[ 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 ] : sunghoon. intak. dino. gunwook. ricky. chuu.

⠀⠀ ❝⠀'𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄.⠀❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ : 𝟶𝟶 ꞌꞋ ۪ ׄ ﹏

© 𝐘𝓞𝐂𝐈𝓞𝓞𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑⠀♱⠀mature discretion advised. all rights reserved. do not plagiarize or steal works.

[chimivx]

i just finished the fic today!! it’s such a masterpiece and i’m such a sucker for these kind of destructive teenage coming of age fics>< firstly i’d like to say you did such a good job capturing each character’s inner struggles and battles(especially beomgyu) and then the absolute ache that reader must feel seeing chan…and soobin looking at reader’s sad gaze on chan too….UGHHH this is going to brain rot me for ages…

anyways, sorry for the rant

i’d like to ask if we’ll ever see the full version of the letters? i loved the clips we got in ghosting but it really made me curious about what the contents of the letters were.

i rlly rlly loved this fic, i hope it gets the attention it deserves on time <3

AHHHH! You finished I'm so happy!!! <3

Anon, we will never see the full letters unfortunately... :( We will only see the bits that killed our MC the most...

I am so happy and so honored you enjoyed it so much.... This series brain rots me too, I can't let it go!! <3

Thank you for your kind words, your love, your support! <3

[beomiracles]

i saw ur mlt with jealous txt and i just NEED you to make a suggestive (possibly nsfw 🤔) oneshot with gyus im going CRAZYYY

「 LIAR, LIAR 」

DREAM RECALL your boyfriend wasn't very fond of liars, and he made no exceptions, not even his girlfriend.

wc -> 2k

pairings yandere toxic!beomgyu x afab!reader warnings yandere elements, toxic bf!beomgyu, implied abuse, emotional maniupulation, heavy dub-con, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, creampie + breeding, baby trapping, a splash of darcyphillia me thinks, orgasm denial. let me know if I missed anything!

please please read the warnings carefully !!

#serene adds ✎... I have absolutely no clue of how he became so...vile in this. I blame my period cramps. I know that this probably doesn't align too well with the mtl BUT I hope it can still please some of you ! :3 this is not very proofread, my cramps are killing me.

The door to your quiet apartment softly closes behind you. Kicking your shoes off, you peel your coat from your body before tiptoeing into your dark flat. It was well past midnight and you didn’t want to wake your sleeping boyfriend, or at least you thought he was. — Gently pushing the door to your shared bedroom open, you freeze in your tracks as Beomgyu’s figure floats into vision. 

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands placed on his lap, and if it weren’t for the bright light of his phone screen, grasped tightly between his fingers, you wouldn't have been able to read the distant look on his face. Swallowing a small gulp, you prepare yourself for the conversation that was bound to take place. 

“Beomgyu? Why are you still up?” You barely whisper the words, but his head immediately jerks in your direction. “Where have you been?” His voice is monotone but you can clearly hear the slight tremble to it as he readjusts his grip on the phone in his hands. Setting your purse down on the drawer, you awkwardly clear your throat, “I already told you, I was…” 

“You lied.” 

You blink, stunned as you shake your head. “No I-” — “Who’s this?” He holds the phone up and you squint as you take a few hesitant steps forward. Your eyes land on the story one of your friends had posted merely an hour ago. A picture of you, a drink in your hand as you chatted with a mutual friend. A mutual guy friend, yes, but he was a decent guy. It wasn’t good enough of an answer for Beomgyu, you knew that. 

“You told me that it would be just you and your girl friends.” He spits as he shoves his phone in his pocket, the room becoming enveloped in darkness once more. “Well I didn’t know he was coming, he joined in later..” You stammer as you watch Beomgyu get up from the bed, rubbing his hand along his neck as he studies your figure in the dim room. — “Where were you?” He takes a step forward. 

“At that bar downtown, just like I said.” You firmly state as you fold your arms across your chest. He shakes his head, “no you weren’t.” — Your frown deepens, what was he getting at? “We went to another one later, does that matter?” You scoff as you run a hand through your hair. “It does. You should’ve told me, I need to know things like that.” — “Why?” Honestly you were growing tired of his antics, it was exhausting to keep him informed about your whereabouts. You didn’t even get to enjoy a night out with your friends without being dialed down by your partner. 

Beomgyu almost seems baffled at you questioning him. “Because I am your boyfriend”, he takes another two steps forward, his hand reaching out to grab your forearm, you wince. Sometimes he was really unaware of the force he used. — “You shouldn’t be hanging out with other guys when you’re together with me.” 

“Well it wasn’t like it was only the two of us, and besides-” — “That doesn’t matter. I thought I told you to stay away from guys, you never know what they’re capable of.” He seethes, his grip on your arm only intensifying as his hands tremble. “But you never listen to me”, his voice becomes almost high-pitched as he swallows a gulp. You try to wriggle yourself free from his increasingly harsh grasp, “Beomgyu you’re hurting me.” — But he doesn’t listen, too caught up in the apparent dangers of your situation. 

“It’s not that hard to pick up your fucking phone and call me back.” He grits as he tugs you closer. Blindly stumbling forward in the darkness, your hands reach for his chest as you try and maintain your balance. “It died”, you mumble, gaze dropping to the floor as you follow the outline of your bodies, pressed together. He scoffs, “what a shit excuse.” 

As if on cue, your very much not dead phone, vibrates in your pocket. The silence that follows rings like knives in your ears. Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest and you bite back a small sob. “Your excuse just became even more useless”, he drawls, his voice eerily calm. But before you know it, he’s got you pinned down against the bed, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of you as his hands slam down next to your face. 

“Lying seems to be the only thing you know how to do.” He mutters as one of his fingers trails across your cheek, down to your lips, pulling the plump flesh down before letting it go again. His finger moves past your chin, down your throat, skimming over your collarbone, between the valley of your breasts and over your stomach before reaching the hem of your tight leather skirt. He eyes the clothing with disdain, “you dress like whore, and you act like it behind my back.” 

You shake your head, the first droplets of tears falling from your eyes, silently rolling down your rosy cheeks, leaving a dent in your perfect layer of makeup. Beomgyu pays your objection little mind, his hands tugging the tight garment down your thighs as he mutters to himself. “I’ll make you remember — remember who you belong to.” 

He yanks your panties off, making you squeal as his cold hand brushes against your cunt; long fingers working to get you as wet as possible, as quickly as possible. His gaze flickers to your teary expression and he sighs, “you know that I only want what’s best for you.” When all he receives is a small sob he groans in frustration, upping his pace as his thumb harshly flicks over your clit with enough pressure to make you writher under him. 

You knew that Beomgyu had some kind of boundary issues. He often overstepped and interfered in your relationships with both family and friends. At first you had thought that he was just a little overprotective, like most guys. And in the beginning it was kind of cute, seeing him get all flustered and worked up when you’d been approached by a cute waiter on your date. But as time went on you soon realized that his need to protect you ran far deeper. — If Beomgyu had it his way, you would be isolated from just about everyone, only being allowed supervised visits from close family. 

Your back arches off the soft mattress as he pushes a finger inside of you, immediately curling it to hit every single nerve, making you moan under him as your sobs gradually morphed into noises of pleasure. “See? I always make you feel so good”, he murmurs, his attention fixed on the way you squeezed around his hand, drenching him in a sheer layer of your arousal. “I…I don’t understand why you act like I don’t”, he sounds conflicted, his pace momentarily slowing down as his brows draw together. 

Beomgyu wasn’t very smart, you knew that. He was always the last to get the joke, and none of the ones he made seemed to reach anyone else. But he wasn’t just stupid, he was emotionally disconnected. It was almost as if he struggled to understand why people felt certain emotions, and why everyone felt differently. Why couldn’t everyone just be like him? 

Quickly shaking his head, his fingers withdraw from your core as he struggles to get the zipper of his jeans open. Given a small moment to catch your breath, you stare up at the ceiling as you draw in a shaky sigh. The feel of his cock prodding against you makes you squirm and his hand pushes down against your waist to keep you in place. He groans as he slowly pushes himself inside, letting his head drop to the crook of your neck once he’s fully sheathed. 

“Maybe I should install a tracker on your phone..” He hums as he sets a gentle pace, his thrusts calculated and deliberate. The small statement makes your eyes widen as another small sob rips from your throat. “Why?” You croak out, your voice is strained and laced with the aftermath of your previous tears. He chuckles against your skin, a small smirk spreading across his lips as he drags them along the juncture of your neck. “So you won’t have to worry about texting me back. And I won’t worry about where you are.” 

In his ears, the suggestion made perfect sense. Unable to see how twisted it actually was, Beomgyu’s heart swells at the thought of always knowing where you are. His large hand cups your wet cheek, “it’s for your own good”, he coos, “I only want what’s best for you.” — When all you do is continuously sob in his arms, his patience suddenly wears thin. His once tender expression turns into a small scowl as his hips snap against yours with so much force that you almost choke on your tears. 

“Why are you still crying? You’re the one who lied.” Your lack of response makes him grow anxious and his hands grasp your skin tightly, his grip was bound to leave red marks that would soon bloom into hues of purples and blues, just like the others had. “Stop fucking crying”, he grunts, his cock twitching inside of you as you clench around him. — “I… I can’t” you sob as one of your hands wipes your tears. 

“Why? Don’t you want me to know where you are? Are you keeping something from me? Is that why?” He fires question after question, withdrawing himself to where only his tip remains before he slams back inside of you, pulling a string of incoherent whines and moans from your lips. His hand envelops your chin, locking your head in place as he leans down to press his mouth against yours. “I’ll make you have my baby. Then you’ll have to stay here with me, then I’ll always know where you are.” 

Your eyes shoot open as you register his words and you feebly shake your head. It only seems to spur him on further, hips snapping against you as his fingers dig into your cheeks. “I’ll give you my baby and you’ll take it.” He hisses, his arm wrapping around you and he pulls you closer, your bodies pressed against each other as he quiets your sobs with a kiss. 

You’re unable to stop him from releasing inside of you, a small groan leaving his lips as he continues to fuck his cum back into you. Despite your devastated state, you still longed for your own high as one of your hands reached down between your bodies, only to be stopped by Beomgyu’s long fingers around your wrist. “Liars, don’t get to cum.” 

He flips you over, pulling you to rest against his chest, his now soft cock still buried deep inside of you, making you squirm in discomfort. With a hand on your hip, he stills your movement, “careful, think about the baby.” His words made you want to cry all over again.

You had considered breaking up with Beomgyu many times, and you had been close to doing so, many times. But something always seemed to hold you back. His pouty lips, his big sad eyes, the way his brows drew together in a confused frown, you found it hard to break such news to him. You knew that he would suffer greatly if you ever broke up, part of you thinks he deserves it, but a bigger part of you felt an immense guilt. 

You thought that maybe today, after everything he had done today, you would finally be able to put an end to it, to stand up for yourself. But when you peer up at him in the darkness of your bedroom, watching his anxious gaze as he pulls you close, as if afraid that you would disappear at any given moment; you knew that you would never be able to utter those words out loud.

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[miupow]

hihi !! first off i wanna say i absolutely love jlm, like its one of my fav fics <33 i was just wondering if you would ever make a sequel to the main story with tyun.. the cliffhanger absolutely killed me lol

hi sweetie!! i’m so happy to hear that you love JLM, that’s my true underdog masterpiece right there >< tysm for reading my fics and supporting my blog!!

as u probably know i am planning on doing a spin off/sequel to JLM with beomgyu, but i would love to bring back the world in another fic with tyun if there was interest! i don’t have any plans at the moment but i’m always looking for more ideas

[itgirlgyurecs]

me—ISTG ME ALL THROUGH THIS POST like

LIKE I EXPECTED IT TO BE SWEET BUT THIS LEVEL?!? IT IS ENTIRELY legit totally absolutely ABSOLUTELY FUCKING INSANE LIKE HOW OH MY GOD. I WAS FOLDING THE ENTIRETY OF IT, you made me feel 60 kind of different emotions i didn't even know humans were capable of feeling?!?

LIKE THIS BIT BITCH?!! The RIZZ THIS MAN PULLING UP TO SIT TO WATCH ME LIKE I - oh wow calm down wow like idk what to say like. i legit was speechless like stfu a man WHO IS CHOI YEONJUN SITTINGBTHERE TO LOOK AT You bro im at the level even deluluism can't explain and before I CAN RECOVER YOU HIT ME WITH—

fondly kill me why don't you just take a knife and stab it into. my HEART IF YOURE GONNA BE LIKE THIS LIKE this is absolutely the sweetest, no love can come close to this my god like all while his eyes are trained on you?!?

and soobin!!!!! the way my heart melted like i just imagined his giant ass contracting and folding himself all tiny while looking at you and it is reason half of my new fifteen emotions unlocked.

like imagine gently touching his soft doughy skin while he's clinging onto your waist, I'd foam in the mouth and die right there, like I'm not taking any more footage write my unalive scene right there!

ALSO BEOMGYU, OMG BEOMGYU I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE FIRST LIKE, THE SUN THING,, DUDE THE FUCKING RIZZ LIKE AT THE SAME TIME IM LIKE WOW BAR GAME?!? and also like damn mate you in love and who else is the best representative than our beomgyu!!!!

also LIKE THIS IS HUNDRED PERCENT CANON!?! BEOMGYU HUNDRED PERCENT THE TYPE TO GO INTO DEBT FOR HIS S/O!!!!

and oh my god don't let me even start abour taehyun, im already feeling him so so so much and the fact he's such a gym rat but his like being weak moment is like US ANS UTS SO SWEET LIKE HES SUCH A STRONG MAN BUT WANTS TO WAKE UP TIGETHER TANGLED ANSD BE ALL SOFT!!!!!

also not me forgetting to sc my favourite hyuka part—but it's the bit where he tells us the story but he's the one starstruck by our expression,, like that scene is just so, so pure? it made me feel like im driving a car on a high way around 4 am with a synthwave love song playing in the bg and i get every lyrics bc im in love too,,, like that made me feel something man..

my cocacola!!! masshidda!! soulmate thank you so so so much for writing this,, you don't know how much it helped me rn, i was feeling so down and this just made me forget about stuff and laugh and like just be so amazed and giddy for a while,, thank you so so so much!!! also be honest was this your first writing after queen graduated from.l life lmao?

✶ ─── TOMORROW X TOGETHER AND WHEN YOU LOOK MOST BEAUTIFUL TO THEM

pairing(s). txt x gn reader genre fluff warnings. none(?) wc. 100-200 each

type. headcannon , reaction

a/n. guess who wrote something *everyone applaud* please enjoy this I forced myself to write it because I haven't posted anything since queen elizabeth graduated high school 🥰

★ YEONJUN could already stare at you for hours on end — you always looked so effortlessly beautiful in his eyes, they can't help but wander back to take you in every now and then. You're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, but there's something different about you right now. About your furrowed eyebrows and small pout, about your fleeting gaze, stuck between your laptop screen and notebook as you read over the problem for the nth time hoping it will all magically make sense soon. You look outrageously adorable to him right now, laser focused on solving this equation of letters and numbers so you can move onto your next set of notes. He'd pull out a chair and sit next to you every time, resting his head against the palm of his hand as he watched while you busied yourself with whatever you needed to get done. Sometimes he'd sit and stare in silence, others he'd fondly brush the stray strands of hair away from your eyes so you don't have to, but every time without fail, his eyes would be trained on nothing but you.

★ SOOBIN loved taking care of his skin. It felt like a checkmark in his day, the last task at hand before he could melt into his bed and forget his worries until morning. He instantly felt lighter after taking all his make-up off and gently applying his moisturiser, but doing it with his favourite person makes just that much better. He especially loves when he doesn't have the energy to do it himself, leaving you to do it for him. Fingers gently tapping the products into skin with care, with the occasional kiss on his nose, but what he loves most of all is the sight of you, bare faced and sleepy. Some days he'd feign exhaustion just to stare into your eyes and hold your waist while you massage serum into his skin. He loves you no matter how you look of course, you're always beautiful to him. But being barefaced with each other is intimate, especially when he has to look his best everyday

★ BEOMGYU was never fearful about the sun exploding in 70 something million years, why would he be when he had the replacement right in his arms. Your smile was more than enough to sustain life and light up the solar system. His theory may not be scientifically correct, but in his eyes, it was simply the truth. What a heinous crime it is that you don't own multiple peace prizes for this sight alone—it never failed to make his heart beat out of his chest every time you graced him with its presence. He gets teased to no end by the guys for being horrendously down bad and staring at you with 'goo goo' eyes whenever your lips curl upwards, but how could he help himself? He's sick in the head, mind stuffed full of you and that pretty smile. It's his kryptonite, his one and only weakness, and no one knew it better than you after walking home hand in hand with your brand new jigglypuff plushie and -62837 won in Beomgyu's wallet.

★ TAEHYUN was so weak for things like this. Even under all those muscles he spends hours perfecting at the gym, he's rendered completely and utterly powerless. Weak for holding you closer, weak for pressing a kiss to your forehead, weak for you nuzzling your head further into his chest, weak for falling asleep with the person he adores more than anything next to him, safe and sound in his arms. He always fell asleep much later than you, because he has no self control and can't help but stare. Ever since he'd met you, he's become a morning person. Not because he enjoys starting his day early to be more productive (or to spend another 86 years in the gym) but because he gets to wake up like this. Your limbs tangled in each other, soft breaths against his neck, covered in the warmth of his duvet and comfort of each other. And if you'd allow him to, he'd spend every morning like this for the rest of his life, and die a happy man.

★ HUENINGKAI is a fan-favourite. And while his band mates make it well known who their favourite maknae is, for the sake of their feelings he tells them he loves them all equally, and keeps his favourite a secret. A secret from everyone but you, who just so happens to be said favourite. And his favourite sight on his favourite person? The face you made when he revealed his secret to you. The way your eyes widened, the knowing smile that crept its way onto your face, your nose scrunching in delight, if he could have that moment tattooed on the inside of his eyelids, he'd probably forget what the world looks like from having his eyes closed all the time. He loves this look on you, how excited you get when talking about the drama going on with your classmates or your masterplan to take over the world. Your eyes twinkling and hands flying all over the show because your emotions are just too strong to keep them confined. It might just be his favourite sight of all time, and while he's itching to screech about how adorable you are, he'll keep it his little secret for now

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[sugarcherriess]

BESTIE YOU SCARED ME FOR A SEC 😭 I DONT KNOW HOW MANY ASKS I LEFT (im sorry) BUT IM SO GLAD NOTHING HAPPENED AKDNFKSKSOFNSKAK

1. congrats what the fuck professor adonis making their entrance

2. FUCKING FOR REAL BECAUSE??? WHAT THE FUCK TXT??? beomgyus been bias wrecking and IM NOT EVEN A FUCKING MOA WHAT THE HELL. also i love devil by the window an unHEALTHY amount. healthy.

3. i am so excited i screamed into my pillow and then scared my cat

5. bestie should i buy nudeshot or NOT i am. so. conflicted AGH

7. i will throw hands at anyone trying to kill you over this it is YOUR CHOICE. im so happy to hear that youre not going to end it and also dont worry abt slow updates or no updates at all!! go at your own pace aifnekskkd HOBBIES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FUN if i catch anyone trying to rush u 🔪🩸

8. wow this got kinda long love you too mwah

A professor losing it over someone named Hyunjae who is the epitome of loser babygirl now. What decision did i make in life to end up like this

Devil by the window is. So fucking good honestly i love it so much i want to fuck this song and Yes you should absolutely buy nudeshot. Live my dream😔😔😔😔

I have so much fun on here i think even if i stop writing at all I’d still keep visiting this blog because i love hanging out with you guys😭😭 thank you bestie i luv u 2 muaw💖

[blu-joons]

When Their Plus Size Partner Feels Insecure ~ TXT Reaction

Yeonjun:

Your hands pushed Yeonjun away as he tried to give you a hug, settling down for the evening. He tried once again, but as you pushed once again, a sigh came from him, furrowing his eyebrows questionably.

“You shouldn’t have to hug me,” you suddenly spoke up as you met his eyes, “you shouldn’t be forced to hug someone who is my size, it can’t feel nice for you.”

Yeonjun moved his hands around your waist again with much more force, “I love hugging you, it’s all that I ever want to do. Your size plays no part in that Y/N.”

Yeonjun gave you an assuring squeeze as he spoke, pressing a kiss against your shoulder. “I don’t get why you like being with me Yeonjun, I wouldn’t care that much if you wanted to break up with me sometimes.”

“Why would I ever want to do that? Have you gone mad?”

“Look at me, that’s why Yeonjun.”

A soft sigh came from him, “I don’t quite know where all of this has come from, but I promise you that I want to be with you Y/N.”

“I just don’t understand why sometimes.”

“You don’t have to understand,” Yeonjun laughed, “but the one thing that I want you to know is that I love you, and right now I really want to give you a hug as well.”

“I guess I’ll let you give me a hug.”

Soobin:

The moment you walked into the venue of the awards ceremony, Soobin could tell how quick you were to tense up, eyes darting around the place at all of the incredibly thin idols that were walking around the place.

“They all look so nice,” you whispered across to Soobin, standing glumly beside him, “they all make me look bigger than I already am, you don’t have to stand with me tonight.”

His head shook back across at you, “why wouldn’t I stand with you, you’re my partner, and I think you look beautiful. I want to show you off not leave you alone.”

Your eyes continued to look around the room, feeling your confidence drop with every passing second. “Most people here are probably wondering what you’re even doing dating someone who looks the way I do.”

“Then it’s a good job most people’s opinions don’t matter.”

“You’re listening to them, surely?”

Soobin’s head shook in response to you, “I’m listening to my heart, which is proud and so in love with you, I don’t care at all about other people.”

“You’re not just saying that, are you?”

“No way,” he confirmed, wrapping his arm around your waist, “come on, I’ve got plenty of people who I want to introduce you too, I’ll make sure you have the best night.”

“I’ve no doubt of it, thank you Soo.”

Beomgyu:

Once you’d finally finished offloading to Beomgyu about your sibling’s new partner, he grabbed onto your hands, pulling you in front of him with a smile, studying your body closely as you continued to berate yourself.

“How can you look at me and smile?” You asked him, “I look at her and she just looks incredible, and then I look at myself and I wonder what on earth you see me?”

His shoulders dropped as he continued to listen, interrupting as you spoke. “I see in you a beautiful person who I am so lucky to spend my life with, that’s it.”

An ironic laugh came from you as Beomgyu continued for a few moments longer to tell you what he saw in you. “You just wait until you meet her, I’m going to be even more of an outcast in my family Beomgyu.”

“You know that I would never let that happen to you.”

“But what if it does happen?”

His head shook back across at you, “trust me, nothing will happen, and I will absolutely make sure of it, everyone will still love you.”

“I’m not like the rest of them.”

“You’re the one that I want though,” he assured you, “and I want to make sure that counts for you more than anything else, there’s no one else for me, and you?”

“Of course, you’re the only one for me too.”

Taehyun:

Your heart sunk immediately as Taehyun walked into the bedroom without a shirt on, showcasing his well-formed body, leaving you dejected as you glanced down at your own figure, unable to draw any similarities between the two of you.

“I would kill to look like you,” you suddenly found yourself saying before even registering your thoughts. “Do you know how many people would love to have a body like yours?”

His eyebrows knitted together, glancing across at you in confusion. “What’s suddenly brought that on? You look incredible as you are, I love your body, and should you.”

Your head shook back across at him as you stared down at your stomach, “I honestly think you’re crazy most of the time for loving me, you should be with someone who has a body like yours, then you’d match.”

“I match with you perfectly, you’re the only one that I want.”

“But, how? When I look like this.”

His shoulders shrugged as he sat down on the sofa beside you, “the only thing I see when I look at you is someone that I adore, I don’t want anyone else.”

“Do you really mean that Taehyung?”

“Of course,” he assured, taking a hold of your hand. “Don’t beat yourself up, I love you just the way that you are, the last thing I want is for you to go or do anything.”

“That means a lot to hear you say that.”

Huening Kai:

He stopped in the doorway of your bedroom, watching you with a careful eye as you spun around in front of the mirror in desperate search of an angle that finally made you feel comfortable looking at your body.

“This is impossible,” you muttered, jumping back as you heard a sigh come from the doorway, glancing across to see Kai staring across at you. “What are you doing?”

He took a few steps into the room before speaking, “I was coming to see what you wanted for dinner, but I didn’t expect you to be doing this.”

Your head shook as Kai tried to reach out to take a hold of your hand, “can you be honest with me for a second Kai, when you look at me in the mirror, what do you really see? Don’t fabricate anything either.”

“I see perfection in my eyes, that’s all that I’ve ever seen.”

“Now you’re just messing with me.”

Kai grabbed onto your hand with a shake of his head, “I’m not messing, I’m being completely serious with you, you’re everything to me.”

“But I look like this Kai?”

“I know,” he sniggered, “which is why I used the word perfect. I don’t want you to change, or judge yourself either, you should love yourself as you are.”

“One day, I might be able to.”

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Masterlist

[jjungcookie]

LI LI LI THIS WAS AMAZING!!! AWESOME! The ending was like the cherry on top I loved it! In the notes you were like, don't be worried they all live and there I was, knowing Jimin lives, absolutely loving it! I didn't think Jin would shoot, more like demand questions and take him in for custody or something but HE SHOT AND THIS MAKE IT ALL THE MORE BETTER!!! It was perhaps my favourite scene. AND JIMIN'S MASK FELL AFTER HE GOT SHOT THIS IS TOP TIER!!!

I loved the chapter. If it were a series, the last scene of the previous episode would be the mc seeing the missed call from jk and the start of this episode would be jk being reeled into the hospital and there would be a moment of confusion because we could see he hadn't been affected by the bomb and then the realization would hit and we would all gasp because OF YOUR BRILLIANCE!!!

I cannot be normal about how much I loved this chapter I am sorry. It was amazing. It was everything. Jimin practically losing control and letting himself be conquered by his fears, once again not taking anything for himself (like the mc's hands because he wanted it for himself and she didn't say she needed him to). You know what now I think about it I can't be normal about Jimin either I am sorry I love him. Not that I don't love the rest of them but I love him.

And Jin being sent the camera footage... I don't know why they sent it to him. Maybe they wanted him to know because they knew they wouldn't tell the truth and wanted to cause more conflict among the pack? Maybe. Maybe they just want to toy with him, make him hate the mafia more, OR LET HIM KNOW THE ONES THAT ARE AFTER THEM ARE THE SAME PEOPLE WHO KILLED BEOMGYU (and his alpha still calls every week I wanna cry). That was amazing also. How did Jin end up in the final crime scene? He couldn't have known? Unless he received a note or something?

By the way, the mc really needs to trust her insticts and ensure she gets heard because they wouldn't have been in this whole mess otherwise. The plot to have Jin kill Jimin so that the pack was destabilized from within was brilliant also. And after this, I am hoping they are going to share their secrets with each other and finally be honest. I can't wait for that moment and I think after Jimin and Jin get home, they need to have a long long conversation about it.

I think this is the least polished review I have ever given you hahaha but oh well, I wrote it right after waking up while pacing around my living room so I would say it's also as honest as it could get. I loved this chapter so so so much. I can't wait to read what you have planned for us next!

Before I Leave You (Pt.62)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: love becomes guilt, predator becomes prey, and Jin becomes...

Tags: Hospitals, medical talk, sicfic, seizures, angst, hurt/comfort, assassin! Jimin, implied autistic! jimin, meltdowns, settling, non-sexual biting, Mafia shit, murder, Dead bodies, Guns, violence, blood. everyone lives nobody dies, morality conversations, revenge, secrets

W/c: 10.9k

A/n: thank you to everyone who helped me make my birthday this year super special <3 im sorry if i was bad at thanking people publicly for their specific gifts <3 i figured that the next best way i could say thank you was to give you another chapter...be warned, this one ends on QUITE the cliffhanger....be warned

Previous part ~ Masterlist

The hospital is cold, maybe that’s just because of the first snow.

It gathers on the trees outside like a faint white outline where someone forgot to fill the image in. Cresting the shoulders of everyone who walks into the hospital and turning the streetlight into halos and the sky into one big white blanket. The whole world is a nest when the weather is like this. Maybe if the whole world was a nest, it would be enough to keep you all safe.

It’s useless to hope, as you wait with Jimin outside of Jungkook’s hospital room.

The hospital is a mess of glowing exit signs and endless beeping. A dull roar in your ears from coming down adrenaline and a telephone nearby blares. The scratchy intercom system overhead pages a doctor for a code red. Whatever that is. You sit and wait, worrying and picking at your nails, full of useless energy. There is nothing to do but wait until someone tells you if Jungkook’s alright.

You're not sure if he will be, this seizure was a bad one.

You and Jimin sit side by side, and you don’t talk. You don’t even touch. You don’t know what you prefer, the instant terror of the car bomb, or this slow terror. Slow terror feels like nails dragging down the back of your skull, like clothes that are two sizes too tight. A bad taste in your mouth, not blood and not soot either.

The relief of finding out that Jungkook wasn’t calling you because Moonbyul had done something to him was only temporary. instead of your packmate there was a stranger on the other end of the line.

He’d still been seizing when you’d got back to the coffee shop. Foreghein scents on him and a crowd of patrons and paramedics surround him. His eyes rolled back into his skull, on his side, blue lips and froth on the edge of his mouth. Luckily, someone in that coffee shop was a doctor, was able to keep him semi-comfortable but-

This seizure had lasted a long time. Too long. Jungkook has been a patient at most of the local hospitals before on account of how unpredictable his seizures are. He has directives as per Namjoon's guidance, in place since before they were even packmates. Anything more than 6 minutes needs an overnight stay and copious testing. This seizure had lasted almost 10. The longest he's had in years.

You'd watched horrified and all too familiar with it as they’d loaded your still twitching packmate into the red box. Unsympathetic paramedics unwilling to hear your pleas to just let Jimin ride with them to the hospital (he'd tailgated them the whole way) but even at the hospital you and Jimin still couldn’t see him. They whisked him right up for an MRI.

Maybe you’d be less unnerved if Jungkook had woken up, but he hasn’t yet.

They’re still running tests and keeping him under just to be sure. Not a medical coma, but the step below that. Something about Jungkook’s malfunctioned ocular nerve and not wanting to trigger more seizures with more stimuli until the lorazepam and half a dozen other medications have time to take effect.

Jimin is the one who okayed those. He signed those papers for medications as easily as if he were swiping his card or maybe firing a gun. You feel out of your depth here, even if Jimin is very used to this. It’s been a while. It’s not your fault the luck ran out. Maybe that’s why he’s angry, maybe that’s why he’s not touching you. You are at once, somewhere between a four-leaf clover and a bad luck charm. Intangible and unsure of your odds.

Maybe Jimin's not touching you because he hates you, maybe he hates you because you forced him to let you come with him. you'd have been by Jungkook's side while this happened if you hadn't. But Jimin might have died from the explosion then-

Jungkook might still die, you realize with a lurch. Jungkook might die because of the seizures and could die at any time really. It's so easy to forget. Maybe that's why Jimin's not touching you. Your thoughts rush over you, wave after wave.

But Jimin thinks you don’t deserve to be touched when he’s this angry. You’ve had a lifetime’s worth of an angry alpha touching you and he won’t be one of them. Won’t make you worse when you’re sitting small and fragile. Barely there, barely alive. No, he'll keep his shaking hands tightened to fists on his knees and his angry tongue locked behind pursed lips. touching you would be more for him than it is for you he's convinced.

Too close, they were too close today. Jimin promised you that he wouldn’t let them hurt you. He promised and he'd failed. you still have the gash on your chin.

His worry for Jungkook is another monster entirely, one that can't be made better with actions, that can't be fixed with his own two hands.

Yoongi and Tae are the first to arrive. Your mate’s hair is wet and tousled, in a pair of pajama pants on like he’d just been showering for the evening before he’d come. Tae is close behind, a pair of pink sweatpants poking out from below her long thick coat and her long nightdress tucked into the waistband. The same dress you cuddled up beneath this morning. It feels like a lifetime ago.

Yoongi holds your cheeks, searching your face. The words tumble from your lips, the first you and Jimin have said in what feels like hours.

“He was just- we were just getting the car and we thought he’d be fine for a second but then-” you feel like you’re going to be sick all over his shoes. In his hurry, Yoongi put on a pair of Tae’s Uggs, the platform ones. You don't know why your brain fixates on that.

“It’s not your fault,” is the first thing he says, although even he sounds unsure. You shouldn’t have left him alone are the words that he must be thinking, the words that no one’s saying.

(This is a lie. This is your brain making up the worst-case scenario and clinging to it. There is nothing anyone can do, no precautions that they can take that they already haven’t when it comes to Jungkook’s seizures. Yoongi just gets small and quiet whenever Jungkook is sick. Jungkook will always be sick, and this quiet devastation will always find your mate because he loves Jungkook so).

There is nothing to do but wait, even though waiting with them is better than waiting alone.

The people at the coffee shop said they saw jungkook lie down before he started seizing. That's the only way they were able to call you, because he'd had your contact open on his phone. He'd known he was about to have one and he'd tried to call you. He'd been afraid and alone and then he'd been nothing.

The movements of the hospital slosh the four of you like an unmoored boat while you wait. Every doctor coming closer prompts a turn of your head and pleading eyes. Hoping that they’re the ones that will relieve you of your misery. Your leg jumps up and down, jittery. Jimin by comparison is deathly still.

Yoongi goes up to the desk and Tae sits between you and Jimin, one hand a piece on either of your thighs. You lean into her and Jimin rests his cheek on her shoulder slowly. She holds around your shoulders, looking back and forth between the two of you. She doesn’t any anything.

Her fingers rub up and down your shoulder, feeling the crumbliness there. She picks her hand up, and you watch as she takes in the darkness. It's soot.

“It’s from the ambulance,” Jimin says before you can force your words to cooperate and lie.

Jin comes through with a flurry of his long felted coat, snow gathering on his wide shoulder. Holding his keys in his hand and almost dropping them when you stand to collide with him. He has just a choked-out "pup" for you but then there's the nurse, the one you've been waiting for. Telling you that Jungkook's fine- he's not awake yet- but that you can wait in his room with him until he does.

Jungkook doesn't have too many wires connected to him, nothing more than an electrode at his temple, one at his heart, and an IV in his wrist. His hospital gown is pulled down to his collarbones so that the electrodes don't pull, but his skin is absent of his usual healthy flush.

You wait, watching until you notice the rise and fall of his chest. Even and beautiful breath. Jungkook is alive, Jungkook is breathing of his own accord. You let out a single broken sob, but you're not the only one.

You watch Yoongi brush his hair back from his face, eyes glassy. Seokjin sits by his right side and tae takes the other. Jimin and you stand at the foot of his bed, just watching him. No one says anything. Every beep of the heart monitor is anticipated, every second more precious.

"There's nothing on his MRI that indicates any lasting brain damage from the seizure," the nurse states, fussing with Jungkook's IV. "but it will be hard to know until he wakes up. You might notice him unable to recognize you or speak for a few minutes- the location of the seizure may have affected his language and motor capabilities so-"

She continues to list his prognosis, but it's nothing you didn't know before. Every seizure has a risk of taking out part of Jungkook's faculties, his fine motor skills, and his speech. But a seizure has never damaged him beyond repair before. Tae takes one of Jungkook's hands from the bed and brings it to her face, trying to hide her tears but it's no use.

It’s startling, how much your body relaxes upon Namjoon’s presence, you feel the shift in the air before he enters the room. Nauseous one moment and then fine the next. He enters the room, hand skimming the top of your head and Yoongi's side as he be-lines it to Jungkook's chart.

His scent is so thick- comforting coffee even if it is a a little stale. You sway, and when he looks up, his eyes flicker from you and then the nurse.

Today is not the end of the world, even though it feels like it. It feels like it's ending every time Jungkook finds his way into a hospital bed, a good 3 or 4 times in a year. Honestly, they’ve been so quiet recently, so unnoticeable that they should have known a bigger one was building.

“Dr. Kim,” Jungkook’s nurse says, this is not Namjoon’s hospital, but he is on Jungkook’s file. This nurse looks at him and waits for his call. Namjoon flicks past one page on his chart and then another, pursing his lips.

“Why didn't Avery order a Ct? it’s not here.”

“The ct has already been run Dr. Kim, He put the order in 4 minutes ago” Namjoon hums, and you watch the clench of his jaw, the extra tight way he bites his cheek. And it’s then you realize oh, Namjoon is about to cry.

Yoongi gets to him before you do, Jungkook’s fingers twitch of their own accord against Namjoon’s wrist and Yoongi grips his shoulder. Namjoon looks back at him and at the same time, Jungkook opens his eyes blinking against the dim lights.

His words are all garbled for the first few seconds after a seizure, the Jumbled groan startling enough that you flinch. Yoongi backs up so that Jin and Namjoon can hold him down as he reaches blindly, startled and moving before his brain has a second to catch up.

"It's okay Jungkook, you had a seizure. You were out for a few hours, You're okay,"

"Come up slowly, don't try to sit up there you go."

Jungkook tries to get up and out of the bed but has to be held down by namjoon until his brain comes back online, he continues to speak garbled nonsense for a moment. Too loud, voice loud after so much quiet. It startles you; you take a step back.

And almost step right on Hobi’s shoes.

Hoseok is there, hand on the small of your back. Snowflakes that still haven’t melted in his hair. He doesn’t say hi to you, but his hand stays there. Pressed flat. He only has eyes for Jungkook. Jungkook relaxes, falling back on the bed, and gets one coherent syllable out and then another. It's their names-.

"Alpha- Joon- hughr-"

Jungkook pants, breathing heavily, and then his hand reaches up steadily, to touch the electrode on his head. Yoongi's hand closes around his just in case, but he doesn't rip it off.

Everyone waits with bated breath.

“You alright kookie?” Hoseok asks careful, with that same level of humor in his voice that you’ve come to need. His smile is as genuine as ever as he looks down a Jungkook in the hospital bed. Jungkook’s hand is tight around Namjoon’s as he stretches, muscles aching. He’s always so sore after a seizure. It's always so disorienting coming out of them like this.

Jungkook waits, testing out his words. “I feel like Like it got hit by a trucking fuck.”

He blinks, and the lights are turned low, but a breath passes and Tae laughs and so does Yoongi, and then everyone's laughing and sort of crying. Your knees go a little weak and you turn into hobi's chest hiding your tears.

Jungkook just blinks at the ceiling. “That wasn’t right.” But then everyone's smiling. Happy because he's talking, happy because it looks like the seizure didn't do any lasting damage. Jin rests his head on the coverlet and sighs a happy sound. All too relieved to hear Jungkook act something like himself. Wordlessly Jin brings Jungkook's wrist to his face, pressing his nose to his scent gland.

The hospital room isn’t big enough for all of you let alone when more staff enter the room along with someone who Namjoon must know, because she instantly starts listing off different medical jargon. Asking Jungkook how many fingers she's holding up, Namjoon's name, then testing his reflexes on his hands and toes. Stress tests and memory tests.

One moment you’re standing in the doorway and then the next you’re pressed to the wall between Tae, Jimin, and Hobi.

The hospital room isn’t big enough for all of you let alone when more staff enters the room along with someone whom Namjoon must know, because she instantly starts listing off different medical jargon and refers to him by name.

One moment you’re standing in the doorway and then the next you’re pressed to the wall between Tae, Jimin, and Hobi. Tae opens the door and gestures. You step out because it’s surely more important that Namjoon Jin and Yoongi get at Jungkook right now even if your heart clenches painfully at leaving Jungkook.

Jimin is still vibrating out of his skin, has been since Jungkook opened his eyes. But Tae tugs him in for a hug in the hallway. You don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath until you watch him hug her back. But Jungkook was Tae and Jimin’s packmate first. It’s no wonder that this has shocked them both closer, their fight forgotten.

Or mostly forgotten, you watch as Jimin wraps his arms around her slowly, like he's not sure he's allowed.

Hobi jogs you out of your starting, turning your face towards his and, looking at you intently. Eyes flickering down to your chin and then to your eyes. You forget what he’s looking at until his fingers skim below your lips and you feel pain.

You drag your arm across it and it leaves a small rusty trail in its wake on the sleeve of Tae's jacket, just another stain on it. Oh, you fell during the blast and banged your face, you'd almost forgotten.

“Tripped, banged my face on the sidewalk.” it's close enough to the truth that the lie goes unnoticed. Hobi makes a sound, holding your elbow. Squeezing it reassuringly.

“I’m gonna get some snacks from the vending machine, can I get you something?”

“Didn’t eat dinner” you say, staring down at Hobi’s red Converse. There are scuffs on the linoleum and a drop of blood someone must have missed. You wonder who it’s from, another person from the emergency room probably. “You sure Jin and Joon won’t be angry if my dinner is just sweets?”

Tae is close enough to overhear, and she rubs her cheek across the top of Jimin’s head, scenting him sweet (or trying to.) “Yeah- junk food isn’t exactly the most nutritious.”

You stumble, stepping close, swaying suddenly on your feet. Hobi catches you around the shoulders and for a second, you must look like the mirror image of Tae and Jimin.

Hobi's scent smarts with worry and he pushes you back, making you sit down. “They can live with it, she deserves a special treat. I’m getting you a Band-Aid.” Tae looks like she wants to argue with Hobi, then doesn’t.

Hobi gets Skittles and Peanut Eminem’s and two bags of funyuns that you pick apart while you wait for the doctors to be done. The colorful packages are scattered across your lap as he tilts your head to put the Band-Aid on your chin (gotten from a helpful nurse). Fingers that tenderly curve under the wide part of your jaw, drumming there.

Tae nibbles on a peach ring. Inside Jungkook's hospital room, it isn't quiet, but the four of you are silent with exhaustion listening in. Jin sounds relieved, and the low grumble from your mate sounds just as happy.

Jimin still isn’t speaking much, just pacing back and forth in front of Jungkook’s door. When you say you feel nauseous, Hobi gets up and gets you ginger ale too. You know there just isn’t much for him to do, alpha instincts and no omega to cool them but you. Hobi holds your hand, he doesn’t say that Jungkook’s going to be okay. He doesn’t say anything but.

“Which are your favorite?”

The back of Skittles jingles and he picks out all the green ones, lining up his pants in an orderly little row for you to grab when the ones you suck on go small enough.

You don't realize you're crying until he gets you a tissue, dabbing at your cheek. "There you go, Kookies gonna be fine. He's always fine." His voice goes slower, honeyed.

You rest your cheek on his shoulder, and he lets you. “You got a pair of headphones?” Your breath is shaky, and you think you might be shaking apart right now if it wasn’t for Hobi.

Namjoon stares at the packages for a second too long when he exits the door. His hair is pushed up like he’s run his fingers through it, but he doesn’t smell quite as worried as he did before. He looks at the package and you shrink underneath his disapproving stare.

He all but snaps his fingers, “Tae, would you please go get some real food.” Hobi does not flinch at Namjoon’s cross-tone, even as Tae shoots to her feet and chirps "Yes alpha!"

Hobi doesn’t do anything but stare Namjoon down, put a pink starburst on his tongue, slowly.

Jimin keeps pacing.

“We’re sleeping here tonight.” It’s not an order or a request- your pack alpha has decided that this is too great a danger to separate you so you won’t separate. Neither of you pipes up anything to the contrary, now is not the time for contrary voices.

Jimin is still pacing. Black leather shoes smoothed and silent, barely acknowledging the pack alpha.

He’s making you anxious, your scent sour even to your own nose as your eyes track him back and forth. Namjoon pulls you to your feet, hand lingering on the back of your neck. “Will you be okay in those clothes pup? Or should someone go home and get your things?”

You hear the request for what it is; Namjoon is asking you if you think the alphas need a nest to settle if you think they need a change of clothes and things that smell like pack tonight for sleep and safety. he's leaving this up to you.

Your hands stay buried in the pockets of Tae’s white floral jacket. Hoping he doesn’t notice the soot smudge on your shoulder. “It'll be fine just-” your eyes are half glassy, “are you sure Koo will be okay?”

The pack alpha pulls you to his front, and one of the nurses passing by gives you both a look, you have to get on your tippy toes to kiss him. "of course he's going to be, we're making sure of it" Namjoon promises.

"I meant like, without a nest."

Namjoon laughs, and you watch the stress melt off his shoulders. he turns, guiding you inside with a peculiar look over his shoulder at Hobi. “I’m sure he’d love it if you’d help him make one. he already wants to start"

Jungkook looks a little bit better, with less of a pale-yellow flush to his face and more of a healthy glow. pouting down at the blankets and complaining that they're too rough.

For someone who looks so physically well/muscles defined even when they’re not flexed, it’s always a bit startling to see him lying prone and exhausted, lights dim to avoid the risk of another seizure.

Tae comes back with some food, and you all eat in silence, white Styrofoam containers balanced across your knees. The faint crinkle and drag of plastic spoons scraping plastic bowls. Jungkook eats hospital food. Nibbles it, and doesn't throw it up. One of the side effects of the medication is nausea.

The only one not at ease is Jimin, who doesn’t eat, sitting tacitly in the corner watching each of you, getting up occasionally to pace. The pack let him work off his restless energy until it’s clear it’s making Jungkook restless too. Shifting and watching him. His request of, “Minnie will you come and sit by me?” goes unanswered as Jimin flexes his hands from open palm to open fist again and again.

Jungkook watches the jello in his plastic tray jiggle with the force of Jimin's pacing, back and forth. Back and forth. Tae sighs, and Yoongi stiffens.

He goes like that, pacing one two three steps just in front of Tae before turning. He falls apart like this until Jin steps up to intercept him, and Jimin rocks to a stop rather than crash into him. He’s put his hands on Jimin’s shoulders, fingers digging into the tense ball there. Moving quicker than any of you thought possible.

“Breathe.” Comes his terse request. A little broken, a little begging. But Jimin’s alpha will never willingly disobey an order from his pack omega, that’s what’s happening, isn’t it? Jimin’s alpha has taken over, took over the second he saw Jungkook lying between those two tables in the coffee shop. All instinct and no Jimin, all fear and pulse and get them safe get them home get them out.

But it’s like Jimin’s lungs are pried open from it. He gasps, and Jin pulls him in for a thorough scent mark, systematically dragging his teeth from ear to ear, hard enough to leave dull red lines in his wake. You watch Jimin’s eyes dilate and constrict, plush lips parting in a gasp. Looking at you.

Jin licks his teeth after, “There you go.” You don’t know if you’ve ever seen Jin settle Jimin or if you’ve ever seen him settle any of the alphas like this. Jimin asks for bites again and Jin obliges. Bending over him to drive his teeth, to nip Jimin's skin pink between his teeth. Bite after bite Jimin’s body relaxes inch by inch.

And so does the rest of the pack, underneath the covers, Jungkook shifts his hips, splaying them a little wider. Relaxing as Jimin goes boneless.

Jin’s voice is a dark croon, the tone he reserves only for Jimin and maybe Namjoon sometimes. He's a little firmer when the more dominant alphas need his touch. Jimin feels it as delicately as Yoongi's soothing thumb on the side of your thumb when Jin pinches his cheeks and shakes him a little bit.

“Now, do you want to tell Omega why you’re upset?”

“S’my fault” Jimin sways on his feet, closer to Jin’s touch than back again. a planet in orbit. the rest of the pack watched transfixed. You see Hoseok perk up slightly. “Wasn’t there.”

“Minnie, I know you,” Jin cups his cheek a little gentler. Fingers skimming stubble. “I know you,” Jin repeats, such an air of finality about it that you can’t doubt it to be true.

Jin could command the moon to shift its orbit and it would. “I know you’ll do whatever’s possible to protect the pack" Jimin's eyelashes flutter. "To your dying breath.”

“You don’t have to be so intense about it” Namjoon half snaps, any of them dying isn't what he wants to think about right now. But he's forgiven the second he realizes he's being too harsh, everyone’s a bit stressed right now.

Jin’s dark tone falls away as quick as it came, “But still- what happened with JK wasn’t your fault, isn’t that right kookie?”

Jungkook nods, eyes closed, licking his lips like he's tasting the settling in the air. “Not Jimin’s fault my brains fucked up, just how it is” Jin pecks Jimin’s head, pinning his blond hair flat. “See pup? Listen to the omega’s, You’re fine. Everyone's going to be fine."

Jin speaks the words so surely you almost believe it.

The hospital is a bit generous with the extra sleeping cots (Namjoon might have called his boss and asked him to pull privileges), and you get 3 that they roll up one on one side of Jungkook's hospital bed, and two more on the other side.

But you and Jin pile in just around him. Cuddled up close and scenting along his shoulders, sniffling and fluffing a few extra threadbare blankets around him in a makeshift nest, full of your jackets too.

You steal Tae's pants for the nest making, letting her untuck her nightdress and let it flutter around her. But when one of the nurses comes to the door Namjoon (panicked) throws himself across the exposed line of her honeyed thighs to conceal her nakedness. but she just giggles, she’s not some Victorian maiden full of virtue, but it makes Jungkook smile and scrunch his nose. and it feels like a win even if Namjoon's cheeks go bright red.

You cuddle up, trying fitfully to banish the medicinal scent by scenting him. It's sour and not all like him, but the medicine they give him for his seizures always makes him smell a little off for a few days. It’s no less distressing to you, but Jungkook just grins and tells the others to let you do what you need when you rest your body weight on top of him and stubbornly bury your face in his chest. His hand with the attached IV strewn across your back to cradle your ribs.

Before no time Jungkook is laughing and leaning into Yoongi’s stomach where he lies across the top of the bed. In no time he's taking a few bites of veggies and a few sips of water, eyes heavy. He is tried from the seizure and medication even if he puts on a brave face.

They’ll drag him into one more MRI in the morning just to be sure that nothing concerning has developed over time but until then, the beeping of Jungkook’s heart monitor is your lullaby. Every heartbeat is a new chance. You don't even mind the lumpy hospital pillow. The pack goes quiet when Jungkook's eyes flutter, when they shut and his breathing goes deep. yoongi puts his finger to his lips and jin shifts slowly, Jungkook's head resting on his thigh. your lovely packmate resting between jin's parted legs.

The rest of the pack falls like Domino’s once Jungkook's asleep. Hobi shucks off his jeans to be more comfortable and so does Yoongi. The room is full of heavy breaths and dreams waiting to swoop in. You struggle to settle until Hobi gives you one of his headphones, and you lie close to share them, one in each of your ears. he still has his sleepy time playlist, and it blocks out the sounds of the hospital. When Sleep takes you it's thankfully dreamless.

Somehow Hobi's hand finds your waist under the covers, bunching up and tangling in his sweatshirt. Clinging to you and holding on for dear life. His bare thighs between your thin leggings tangled up in the makeshift nest. Jin only glances at your particular closeness a few times.

Sleep evades jin until he gives up on it entirely. Nothing feels quite as good to Jin’s instincts as having all of his packmates sleeping in one room. Even if it's not quite good enough to get him to fall asleep himself. But still- Jin would rather they not be here; would rather they be in the nest at home.

That will have to wait until tomorrow.

The distant hum of the hospital and the sound of his dull typing fill the room. His work computer screen is the only light in the whole room besides the monitors. Jin's computer balanced on his back because Jin had to leave during a briefing on a low-level gang member and Koo said he didn’t mind being used as a computer rest so long as Jin kept running his hands through his hair. Jimin is curled up on the next nearest cot, within petting (and settling) distance if he should need it.

7 a.m.

A look at the clock says that the pack has 5 more hours until Jungkook is allowed to be discharged. Until then, Jin will get some work done and keep an eye on the rest. Namjoon sleeps by the door, he declined a cot on account of there not being enough room for the rest of them to sleep comfortably. Namjoon turns fitfully with every new person who walks by the door. He’s gone in and out of sleep a few times. If he flinches awake again, Jin will get him a cup of coffee.

Until then, there's paperwork and an endless array of evidence for Jin to examine.

There are documents he can look over again, the same ones, back and forth. There are about 300 crime scene photos for each murder that the family has committed in the last 6 months, it doesn’t hurt to skim them again and refresh his notes.

That boy from the coffee shop burned beyond recognition. A pair of 30 caliber bullets in his chest. One under his ribs the other in his head, evidence of deep lacerations and torture on his body, bitten tongue, and evidence of red paint under his fingernails. The only other bit of evidence.

The origin of these paint flecks have been a source of annoyance and frustration for jin and the rest of his coworkers. Maybe they're evidence from a third location between abduction and dumpsite? A bit of the killer's car scraped maybe? The paint was metallic, old-fashioned. After a few minutes, Jin moves on to other murders, other people who have lives and packs and dreams that the family extinguished.

Jin no longer spends hours looking at his picture. The one of Choi Beomgyu alive and grinning. He still gets weekly calls from his pack alpha, begging Jin for any updates and leads. Jin has stopped feeling guilty over being empty-handed.

Jin’s boss's crime scene photos are a little harder to look at if only because of the nausea that those photos bring. Although Jin has become so desensitized to them that his bloated face no longer makes his stomach swirl with revulsion. His missing hand, the torn stump of it induced post-mortem.

One burned and one drowned.

These two kills are by far the family's messiest and hastiest. Usually, they don't even find this much of the bodies. Just a few fragments of bone or a tooth in a pire. Most of the time people just disappear.

What did you know, he thinks, looking at the photograph of the boy and then his charred corpse, what did you know that you shouldn’t have? Why didn't they have time to properly make you disappear? Why couldn't they risk you talking?

It’s funny, out of all the evidence, he tries to look at your cookbook and the late Don and data’s autopsy reports the least. Their tox screen and that one page that might as well be your confession and Ahn Hyejin's (Jin compared the second handwriting to a sample they had on file and matched hers to it in about an hour). Their murder was a neat and tidy little thing, but it is the murder that got his boss killed so maybe Jin should treat it with more scrutiny.

But that’s so simple, it’s almost a wonder why such a slight thread of spider silk needed snipping. Or is Jin wrong and this is a thread that could send the whole thing crumbling down?

Jin’s not sure yet, but maybe after a few more hours of pouring over this, he will be.

It’s nearing 3 in the morning and Jin is still sifting through every little bit of information when a ding punctuates the quiet in the room. Jin panic smashes the mute button before any of his packmates stir.

A warm body away, Hobi lets out a particularly deep and easy breath, and Jin relaxes.

Jin’s first thought looking at the email, is that no one not directly connected to the bureau should be able to get ahold of his email address, let alone be able to send him anything.

The email doesn’t have a heading, and the email doesn’t even have a subject or a cc. Unlike half of Jin’s other correspondents to other people giving them guidelines and delegating tasks. It's only secure for him to look at these here because everyone’s eyes are closed.

On closer look, the sender is just a random email generated with an obscure amount of Xs. He hovers over it. Cursor blinking until he clicks it, he knows better than to click on the link without launching it on his firewall server but the contents of the email aren’t anything but a video and a short line of text.

Skip to 17:19:07 for the fun parts :)

The video isn’t infested with bugs planning on robbing his data and pilfering him for information. No, the data and danger is just right there when Jin skips ahead, Jin holds his breath as he watches the grainy imagery.

The security camera is an IPC-110 if the shitty quality is anything to judge by. Trust a parking garage to install the shittiest CCTV cameras on the market but still the blurry figures of two of Jin’s packmates is unmistakable as he watches. Jimin’s face terse and afraid, backing up against the wall and exchanging words.

The flash of light is so sudden it makes Jin flinch hard and Jungkook groans, before settling and smacking his lips. Jin hardly notices as he watches you and Jimin get thrown by the blast, tight nuckled watching Jimin tuck his body around you and shouting your name. Pauses the video just to look at Jimin's panic-stricken face. To see him yank you to your feet and put you in the car.

Jungkook makes another soft whine when Jin shifts him, jostling him “One second baby” Jin murmurs, putting his computer to the side. Your jacket is on the side of the nest, delicately folded into the border. Jin detangles it and brings it to his nose.

Fire, burning things, soot. The smell is unmistakable. If the timestamp is to be believed, this is the reason why you and Jimin weren’t at the coffee shop with Jungkook. Jin feels the last little bit of his frustration fade at this.

Oh, Minnie.

It’s no wonder why Jimin was too spooked to speak, why he’s been so laconic tonight. First you and then Jungkook so quick. The stress would have anyone shutting down, this is why Jin's smallest but strongest alpha was so quiet and afraid. Why he’d needed a bit of settling when usually he’s someone Jin can depend on during Jungkook’s seizures. One surprise is hard enough to handle.

Jin shifts his petting from Jungkook’s hair to Jimin’s, combing through his blond strands lovingly.

He rewinds the tape back to the beginning, as far back as it will go, and sets it to 3x speed. The first hour goes by in 5 minutes, The person on camera is in all black, but even in black and white Jin would know the kind of mask they wear. It's red at the top and a stunning grimace at the bottom.

He watches as someone slight and billowy, probably 5’7 in height- no 5’9- figure cuts through the cars, heading for Jimin’s like they know which one to go for. The CCTV footage doesn’t cut out at all. Usually, the family is better in concealing their crimes. Usually, they don’t even leave a hint of evidence.

Usually, they don't send the evidence to Jin.

Jin freezes the frame when the figure turns, with the mask fully facing the camera. It’s a traditional Korean mask, the same one Jin has seen photographed on the rest of the family. He drags up Google, doing a cursory search. The footage is in black and white but the images on file are all red and black.

He goes back to the first murder, those hands, the red paint chipped underneath fingernails and his breathing goes heavy.

He needs to go back to Beomgyu’s dumping site and see if there’s anything red, any other possible reason why he’d have that under his fingernails. Either that or this is all connected, and the same person who killed him is trying to kill you.

Jin's breath goes heavy when he thinks about what could have happened if Jimin hadn't been there.

Jin does not wake you and demand to know what happened, Jin keeps his breathing measured and shallow. Does not let his scent get sour enough to wake the others. Jin fully detangles himself from Jungkook and pauses to lean over you, thumb skimming the Band-Aid on your chin.

No one hurts his pack and gets away with it. No one.

He’ll think about what you know and why Jimin didn't tell him later. Poor thing was probably just too shocked to say anything. You might have convinced him that saying anything would have put Jungkook in distress. Jin's anger is a cool sort, it's not you that he's angry at.

It’s only 5 a.m. but Jin goes and gets a coffee anyways. When he gets back, he shoves it into Namjoon’s hands startling him awake. But one glance at the pack omega says that he means business. Shadowed face unreadable silhouetted against the bright and open hospital door.

“Get the doctor, we’re going home.”

~-~

You wake in the hospital bed, roused by Yoongi's gentle hand on your shoulder, feeling listless and sorer than ever with Hobi’s nose pressed to the nape of your neck and Jungkook at your front. You wonder when that started to feel normal. When Hobi cuddled you stopped feeling so forbidden.

you know that when you take off your clothes you'll find your front bruised from falling, that you'll find your body dinnged. you don't know what you'll say, how you'll excuse the marks away from them but in the meantime, you watch jungkook. get a washcloth from the bathroom and whipe his face for him, standing between his legs.

"do you want water? coffee? can i get you something before your MRI"

namjoon sighs heavy, "pup- he can't-"

jungkook leans into your hands, letting you drag the cloth over his face, it's as much grooming as you ever have, but jungkook just smiles up at you and shakes his head. "when we get home yeah?"

The golden light streams through the horizontal blinds and Jungkook shifts as he gets out of the hospital bed and into a wheelchair for his MRI, and you wait for him with the rest of the pack. Yoongi returns with bagels and coffee for everyone. The caffeine makes you all jittery.

After he's given a clean bill of health, Jungkook leaves the hospital under his own power, on his own two feet because he always needs that certainty. Declining the wheelchair that the staff offers because honestly, he’s fine, he'd run out of here if he didn't think namjoon would drag him right back inside.

You’re guided into Jimin’s car, Yoongi drives. Hobi is in the front, turning to look at you more than he should, asking you questions about what song you want to play. Really, it can go as loud as you want cuz Jungkook's in the other car. He asks too many for your brain to answer accurately. You're too tired too worn out too everything to answer.

But when you get home, there is even more movement too quick for your sleepy brain to comprehend. Jin has to go to work and so does Namjoon; something about a revision surgery that won’t take too much time and can't be rescheduled. He's barely changed and cleaned himself before he's heading out the door again. Definitely a bit too tired, but oh well.

But now at home, the rest of the pack has Jungkook well in hand and ready for a bit more babying. Jungkook will be fine by this evening. Is honestly fine now. Just a little tired of being poked and prodded and just needs to nest and rest.

Jin too seems distracted by something, checking his phone and kissing each of you on the forehead before he goes. You're tempted to whine and ask them to stay, if not for Jungkook then for you but before you can, Hobi grips both of your shoulders and tells Namjoon and Jin that he’s got it, and the moment gets stolen away from you.

“I’ll get your pajamas,” he says after the door thuds closed, while Jungkook says something to Yoongi. Noodle meows and darts around Tae's heels and Jimin carries Jungkook to the couch and gently, gently- sets him down. Your mate is distracted right now (as he should be) but that doesn’t mean Hobi can’t fill the gaps.

He thuds up the stairs, bare feet probably cold. The house is still cold from a night left empty even though Yoongi’s just turned the heat on.

Jimin gets a ding on his phone, standing up the second he’s seen it.

Unknown (9:18): I want to talk to you about a murder.

Unknown (9:18): One you might have a vested interest in.

The picture is grainy, but Jimin knows the faces of the two women like the back of his hand although Hyejin takes a few seconds of racking his brain to place. Jimin feels his blood cool to a simmer and the shaking in his hands stops. His phone dings a few more times, whoever's sending it through must be a fast texter, from a burner phone no doubt.

Unknown (9:19): Especially because of the sensitive nature of this, you understand why I’d want to meet in person.

Unknown (9:19): (See attached address)

Jimin's suspicions are immediately peaked, warning bells going off loud. But before he can do more than read over the messages again more come through.

Unknown (9:20): I’m willing to offer you 10x your normal rate for each kill. Two Mil upfront. And Three more when the hit is carried out. I understand how risky it is for you to even view these texts so here

Jimin watches the next notification from his bank account ding through and holds his breath.

Fuck, that's a lot of Zeros.

Unknown (9:20): As a show of my good faith in you. I'll see you in three hours. If not, enjoy the money.

Jimin holds onto the phone like it’s a lifeline, the black plastic case digging into his fingers. He knows it's stupid, he knows that it's dangerous, and a million other things but-

Jin's words ring in his ears. "I know you'll do whatever you have to do to protect the pack, until your dying breath."

The money means nothing to Jimin, he'd do this killing for free. Out of all the lives he's ever taken, this is the first one that maybe he's ever felt vindicated in. the first murder that he's ever truly wanted to commit.

He's gripping his phone so hard he doesn't move until you make a noise. And when he looks up at you, you have a glass of water in your hands, waiting there, watching him. There is still that fucking scrape on your chin. Jimin looks at it and his mind is made up. All of this karma has come due.

If Jimin's being honest with himself, it's not Moonbyul’s confrontation or her comments about you that had Jimin so bothered.

All that "you belong to me" kind of talk that bullshit alphas with something to prove say, like something out of a manhwa. If he's being honest, the thing that bothered him the most, that made him so very angry was how clearly you didn't want them, and how willing she was to ignore that.

He grins at you, tipping his head back and you think Jimin might look like more of a demon than a man.

“I have to go to work.”

“What?” Jungkook’s eyes go wide, and he reaches for Mini and tries to cling but Jimin steps away, sliding back on his still-warm shoes. “I thought you called out already?”

Jimin tugs on his coat, The one with the reinforcement in it, hard panels that flap just a little bit too stiffly. The shoulders that seem just a little too crisp.

"Sorry Koo it's an emergency."

You know just by looking at him that this isn’t for his other job. (You don’t think of bodyguarding as Jimin's real job, not when this one is so much more prescient and dangerous.) You follow him outside, the door closing with that same rusty jingle of the old doorknob.

“It’s not from her.” The words are quiet, stolen. The empty birdfeeder clangs in a sudden wind and you shiver, warm only for a few seconds without a jacket. Jimin’s hand skims your shoulder and he pushes at it, urging you to go back inside.

“It’s not just her who hires me, this isn’t related to her.” He lies effortlessly. Turning and making to walk away, you wrap your arms around him and almost make him fall down the stairs but he catches both of you, swaying at the bottom.

“Pup, you need to let me go,”

“No!” you cling to him stubbornly, “if I let you go something bad is going to happen!”

Jimin is so quiet you think you might not hear him. He stops struggling and trying to twist out of your arms for a second. “You’ve got to, I have to do this, please.” his tone is so calm, so gentle. Jimin is smiling down at you when you pull back to look up at him. He gently but forcefully separates you from him, hands holding yours and prying them apart.

“I’ve got too much to make up for. You have to let me do this.”

You have a bad feeling about this, your instincts that you should listen to. Walking into this so soon after Jungkook’s seizure. Is this punishment for leaving him? Jimin slips from between your hands. Walking to his car, and you feel a lurching in your gut like something terrible is about to happen.

You say nothing, watching him, heart beating quick. but you are powerless to stop him, powerless to keep him from leaving.

You wonder if this is how Yoongi felt, leaving them. Powerless.

“You'll come back? you've got to- you can't-" you can't leave us is what you want to say. Standing on the steps of the house, Jimin by his car.

"I'd never dream of leaving you." Jimin says, swearing it. And all the fight goes out of your sails.

"Be careful Minnie.”

He looks back at you, hair ruffled by the wind. All the snow from the night before has melted but the cold will stay.

“Always am.”

You nod, giving him permission and Jimin gets in his car. You return inside where it’s warmer. And Jimin turns it on, but before he has a chance to pull away from the curb, his phone lights up with another notification.

Unknown (9:27): Make sure to wear your mask.

~-~

The location on his phone is a lot more desolate in person, the scrub brush that’s that's grown in is thick enough to hide his car. Green by the river and poisoned into sticks here. Jimin parks far away among the maze of what must be four-wheeler tracks and walks in. mask on and gun at the ready.

The rusted metal of the industrial park rises out of the soil and the fog. It has to have been abandoned for years given how poor of a condition it's in. There are a few half-fallen-down buildings and one big complicated warehouse flanked on one side by a wide and slow-moving river. The soil smells strongly of gasoline and rust. The soil here is probably soaked through with it. Jimin wonders if would burn and catch fire if a spark was lit.

The traditional mask fits snugly on Jimin’s face, the hole at the mouth just large enough for him to not feel like he’s suffocating. Eye holes are wide enough to see and not block his peripheries.

The doors are cracked and nearly rusted shut with age but Jimin slides through a crack easily. He’s a whole hour early on purpose. This is all by design, every moment of this. Every second is orchestrated like a symphony;

Jimin is the violin, with high and pointed movements, drawing his weapon like a cymbal. The crunch of his boots on the floor the drums, every breath a crooning saxophone. His thoughts flute spiraling up like high delights. All of this builds to one big crescendo.

He doesn’t take out his phone to check the time. The upstairs is mostly unlit but Jimin doesn't use a light, just lets his eyes adjust. He waits, stalking quietly, completely silent in his movements.

Jimin is not nervous about this handoff, mostly, he’s just wondering who it is in the family that's finally betraying her. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t suspect that the conditions of this were a little too perfect. Money and all.

The main atrium of the industrial park is rusted up with age. Old metal shipping containers that used to hold smelting equipment or maybe molten metal long since rusted out even though the chains still hang from the ceiling. A suspended catwalk rings the room on all sides.

Jimin spends a few minutes casing the place, noting the exits, and the obvious places to hide. The old rusty fans at the apex of the roof turn and squeak softly from the wind outside. The whole place smells like chemicals and rust. It's all Jimin can do not to have a coughing fit.

It’s a wonder he doesn’t smell the blood sooner

(Trust me, I speak from experience. if you spend enough time around blood that's not your own, you’ll eventually be able to smell it. Even a drop in an empty room. like a hound the the hunt. You'll smell it.)

Jimin is almost done with logging the entrance and exits when he finds the body.

He rushes to their side, Jimin doesn’t recognize their face when he slides whats left of the traditional mask off their face, it's the same as his. Racking his brain to recognize the face but nothing. the masks is broken into pieces. A bullet between the eyes is a good shot.

Before Jimin can do anything, can decide if this is a setup or just a meet-up gone wrong, He hears footsteps behind him.

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In the wake of Jin, Namjoon, and Jimin leaving, the rest of the pack is a bit forlorn. Jungkook is not so mobile, not so willing to make the trek upstairs. Worried about the stairs and any sudden seizures and all. But there is no shortage of cuddle spots on the ground floor, you've made many a nest in the living room before.

And besides, in such proximity to the kitchen, Jungkook can have all his treats this way.

Lately, it’s started to feel like the pack has several nests, the one upstairs, the nesting pod, and the one on the old grey couch when you shove all the pieces together. Yoongi indulges jungkook in half a bar of dark chocolate while you get some nesting materials. Blankets and your wet cheeks catching the dimmed lights.

You’re a little pouty and a lot quiet, and the others take note of it. Skimming comforting hands up and down your shoulders, always touching you like they’re making sure you’re there. They don't ask why you're upset at Jimin leaving. They don't have to wonder. you snap the blanket as you fluff it huffing.

Jungkook finds your angry nestmaking cute. he pulls you down on top of him nipping at your throat when you fuss a little too long. Testing out Jin's method of settling on you.

It’s surprising even to you when the action sparks tears in your eyes, the opposite he was hoping for. You rub at your wet eyes with a clenched fist stubbornly. It’s not even noon yet and you’re already crying. You're so exhausted by everything that’s happened in the last 24 hours, so tired. You can't be blamed for getting a little teary-eyed.

Tae reappears, freshly showered. Her shoulder-length hair already starting to dry. tilting your face up to her's and says "Oh my little dove-

She piles into the nest and upstairs you hear Hobi moving around. tae stradles jungkook's thighs and shifts the two of you, lying you all flat,

"Don’t worry about Minnie, he’s always had something to prove.” You rub at your tears stubbornly, sniffling and nodding. Jungkook threads his fingers through the back of your hair, a little indelicately. But he loves without boundaries, like a butterfly flapping its wings for the first time.

“But why-” your words are quiet but broken, “why does he always feel so-"

“Guilty?” Tae finishes for you, looking out the window in the direction that Jimin disappeared. Humming as she strips you of Hobi's sweatshirt.

Hobi appears at the bottom of the stairs smiling. "Are we talking about Jimin's guilt complex again?"

Your mate groans and finishes putting together a little snack board. "I swear we've probably had this discussion like- fucking 20 times?" Yoongi's not wrong.

You only get more teared-eyed, crying a little bratty, thumping weakly against jungkook's chest, he grabs your thigh and pulls you snug across his lap. "But why! Why does he feel like everything is his fault?"

Tae hides her sad smile behind a hand, and you're less upset looking at it. Calmed in a second, because they have talked about this you realize, everyone in the pack is well aware.

“I guess he feels guilty because," Tae sighs, "because he was so loved.” Tae's fingers dance along Jungkook's thigh, and you're all quiet. everyone is quiet when they hear tae talk about jimin. it's a little like listening to someone describe what it feels like listening to your favorite song for the first time, what it's like to taste your favorite food, the feeling of a first kiss.

Hobi comes close to tae, sets down a shirt and a pair of pants. "would you get them into this while i shower?" the curtains are drawn and hobi goes upstairs and Tae undresses you while she speaks. You're a doll, teary eyed and willing as she and Jungkook strip you and put you in clean clothes. You didn't realize how much you needed to not smell like hospital until it's done.

"The first love you lose always hurts you the most, whether that's romantic love or parental love doesn't really matters. Each person metabolizes it differently. Truthfully, I believe that Jimin lost love the first time and promised himself- never again."

Tae talks, playing with Jungkook’s hair. He pouts “he's never gonna lose us.” Tae hums, agreeing. But you can see in her eyes the sadness there. Wounds that might never heal and wanting that might never fade.

Yoongi sits down beside you and together, the three of you undress and dress Jungkook. He could probably do it himself just like you could, but he's a willing puppet, happy when Tae tickles his tummy and slides his shirt over his head.

A minute later, Hobi's back, wet head that drips onto your cheek when he leans over Jungkook's curled form to grab one of the grapes on the snack board that Yoongi made. And Tae stares off into space, thinking of Jimin, how they met and how they feel in love, everything between then and now.

Tae smiles just thinking of him. "i know that pup, he just- he can't let himself believe it no matter how much he wants too. It was really hard on him, how our parents treated us, Jimin has guilt built into him because they made him that way."

It's too simple of an explanation for what they went through. What does it mean to love a parent that hates you? Or at least to have a parent that does not strive to understand you. How many times did the words linger on Tae’s lips? Standing in the doorway wearing a little boy jersey and little boy clothes, listening to his mother talk about the things on the news.

Wondering, Mom, would you give up God for me?

Tae rests her cheek on her hand. Her nail polish has gotten all chipped, maybe she picked at it nervously while you were at the hospital. She has a habit of picking at it when she needs something for her hands to do.

“If Jimin had a religion- it would be love. And every time he feels even a little bit like he's not loving us the way he should, he beats himself up for it and guilts himself into loving harder, loving better. He considers a lack of love the greatest crime. So yeah, feeling guilty is par for the course."

Jungkook groans, tipping his head back against the sofa, “I’ve told him, I’ve told him a million times-“

“Doesn’t matter” Hobi interrupts, “he still hates it when he’s not there when you have a seizure. He's upset with himself, that's why he left. Giving him more love when he feels like he doesn't deserve it is like his worst nightmare.”

You think of the explosion. Of Jimin pining your body and putting himself between you and the blast. Maybe with Jimin it's so instinctual it's not even a conscious decision. You wonder if it ever gets easy, to make the decision to sacrifice yourself for the people you love. Does that make Mimin feel like he deserves them more? the sacrifice?

You don’t know if it would be as innate with you, You might have to think it through for a few seconds.

You don't like that. You don't like realizing that you'd need to think through it however briefly. You fear a world in which you don’t love him as much as he loves you, in which any of this isn’t reciprocal.

(But then again, most recipes have twice as much sugar as butter.)

You melt against Hobi’s side. “He shouldn’t,” you say, feeling useless, a little quieter, a little bit more upset. “He shouldn’t feel guilty, he loves us enough!” Tae’s hand rests on your ankle, and her laugh strikes high and sad.

Outside a mourning dove coos, a lonely soft sound.

“Trust me, I’ve been trying to love Jimin more than he loves me for my whole life. He wants to win the 'I love you more' debate every time.”

~-~

The Industrial Park is different than Jin remembers.

It rises a little more jagged against the surrounding area of 3-meter-high brush that disguises a network of other dilapidated sheds and half flooded buildings. Jin recites what he knows about this place; the facts.

An iron processing plant, decimated by the flood of a nearby river 2 dozen years ago and bought through a shell corporation. Vacant land with so many entrances and exits. A veritable hotbed and the perfect body dumping site. construction on a housing development delayed on account of how expensive the environmental clean up.

He scans the building for red paint.

He can be forgiven for not seeing Jimin’s car, parked on the fringes. The opposite side from where Jin came in because Jin had to stop at the office first. Jin can be forgiven for having his blinders on, so focused with single-minded intent that he misses some of the signs. The smell of gasoline drowns out Jimin's vanilla scent.

Jin sees the fresh footprints in the dirt and draws his weapon.

That's the whole reason why it took him so long to get here, (why Jimin got here first even though he left second) He couldn't just go into an unknown setting alone unarmed, he'd had to stop back at the office to grab his vest and his FBI-issued firearm, a standard-issue Glock 17. Forghein and unwelcomed in his hands.

Even Jin will admit that he’s not the best marksman, (Jin had barely passed his exam a few years back, and continually has to study and practice for his re-certification every 6 months.) Jin does not prefer to be armed. If he wasn’t alone, if he didn’t go by himself for this, He might not have brought his weapon at all.

Jin enters through the front door; the old hanger doors are already open. Feet crunching on the gravel. Jin can feel his heartbeat in his fingers, how hard he’s holding the gun, he’s never had to discharge it during a field excursion before. How unbecoming of a director, how green of him. He lacks this experience.

The tip of the weapon shakes because he's holding it so hard. Jin feels like he can feel the breath of unseen eyes on the back of his neck. Someone is here, he knows it.

Jin walks into the atrium, gun at the ready, turning the corner when he sees them.

One masked man is bending over another a body, already strewn across the floor and dead. the man's mask litters the floor in red shards. Jin sees the gun in the living man's hands, gloved, Jin snaps his hand up and aims before he can really take in the details of the scene.

“Stop! FBI! Put your hands where I can see them!”

The man at the other end of the room tilts his head and does not speak, red mask flashing in the half-light. There is a single breath where the man does not move, just looks at Jin with that tilted face. silent. But then he takes off, running like his life depends on it. bolting down a corridor and out of range of Jin’s accuracy on the best of days.

Jin fires a shot and misses. It hits the metal wall with a loud clink and a bright spark, ricocheting off into space.

Jin curses and takes off after the killer, skidding in the dust and bashing into the wall, gun banning against the door with a loud metallic clang as he slides through it, running from hall to hall trying to get a good shot.

Every time Jin crests a turn and tries to aim, the man rounds another, darting through the maze of hallways and shipping containers.

Jin has longer legs and is taller and faster than his target. He catches up to them by the stairs, the man turns and hesitates again. If Jin were less adrenaline high he might already realize they've tucked their gun away.

“Stop or I’ll shoot!”

The criminal bolts up the stairs and Jin goes too. Up and up and up onto the catwalk. Feet clangs against the metal, the suspended walkway sways under the force of their steps, The chains clanking.

And then, at the very end, he stops.

Jimin turns, casting one glance back at him. And hesitates, the mask catches the light again. And Jimin reaches up, about to take it off. The words, "Stop baby it's me." Already hovering on the edge of his lips.

He never gets the chance to say them. Jin’s finger finds the trigger, and the gun fires in a gorgeous explosion of gunpowder and force. Fire made small, and love made lethal.

Jimin hits the wall from the force of the bullet, hitting the latch at the back of his head.

The mask falls off.

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Notes:

Everybody lives nobody dies.

Let me repeat that again NOBODY DIES, no one, not even Jimin. He’s just gonna be a little bloody from this, that’s all, before you get angry and yell at me.

I could have made this more convoluted, but I decided not too because…I simply did not want to stage a chapter between this one and the next one.

Jimin’s autistic meltdowns look a whole lot like mine do, I know they’re not typically what other people associate with meltdowns. But going nonverbal and stimming with your body (pacing) is very on par with me.

I felt like we needed to see a little bit of the jinmin dynamic before you know…Jin shoots him, just for funsies. And to talk about how Jimin loves.

A lot of people expressed a desire for Jimin to have some sort of concenquence for the way he treated Tae when she came out, just the part where he needed space, and for him not helping the m/c when he could have. I think this is his penance for that, getting shot by Jin, getting betrayed- however unintentionally- by someone he loves is the justice for those moments. I’ve always been stalwart on the fact that the bily charecters act sort of terribly sometimes because real people act terribly too, they’re dynamic in the way that they love and handle their actions.

On the subject of like- who framed what and explaining the events of the chapter, moonbyul and Hyejin are orchestrating everything. They pay Jimin MOSTLY because they know how suspicious it is and are trying to do anything they can to expose Jin to him. The scene in the industrial park goes exactly the way they wanted it too…accept that Jimin will live. They didn’t count on Jin being a poor shot lol

They are trying not only to manipulate the m/c away from the pack, but destabilize them to try and make the m/c come to them. Having one packmate kill another is definitely they way they wanted to do this. They’d 1000% just kill everyone if they thought that would give them the m/c but they’re attempting to manipulate her into coming to them rather than just abducting her point blank.

Funnily enough this is one cannon-cannon event of bily like, Jin was always going to shoot Jimin. If you go back and forth in other chapters you can see that Jin is almost constantly touching Jimin’s shoulder. It’s up to you if you think that Jin’s bullet got close enough to Jimin’s heart to kill him or if by some luck he survived

That’s a lie I can’t lie to you guys he’s 1000% going to live through this I can’t keep secrets from you guys, no one dies in this story even if it seems like they might at times we only have one more almost death to get through.

I feel like this chapter had less flowery language than my usual ones in part because it’s got a bit from Jin’s pov and also because everyone is so scared and frozen through the whole thing.

I cannot even begin to tell you how much less stressful the next chapter of bily is than my life, like i would rather GET SHOT AGAIN then be where i currently am, with the same level of anxiety that i have.

i wish i had time to edit this more but alas! its only 2 hours until i'll post this and i'm just finishing it up.

[neos127]

Not Clickbait

nine “pumpkin murderer”

wc: 918

warnings: small mention of killing

“Hello my lovelies, today we are going pumpkin picking and then decorating them afterwards.” You introduced to the camera, smiling widely. You were sitting in your parked car, Beomgyu in the passenger's seat. He wasn’t exactly sure what possessed him to continue making videos with you, maybe he was just desperate for lots of views. Beomgyu wasn’t even sure anymore.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he actually liked doing fall activities. It was easy and stress-free, he also couldn’t deny that your passion for the holidays made him feel a little less grouchy. Beomgyu was starting to realize that he didn’t hate you, but he certainly wasn’t rushing to be your friend. There was still a feeling of dislike towards you.

“I am here with Beomgyu who has joined me once again. Maybe this will be a recurring thing, who knows.” You added and Beomgyu smiled, one that didn’t feel as fake as usual. In the beginning he would’ve revolted at the idea of making more than one video with you. But he was starting to find joy in the little things and wouldn’t say ‘no’ if you asked to keep making more videos with him.

Yeonjun, Kai and Taehyun would probably tease Beomgyu, making it seem as if he had a crush on you. He definitely didn’t, he was just willing to try new things. And Beomgyu as (possibly) willing to give you a chance because you weren’t such a horrible person. Beomgyu still wished that you wouldn’t screech in his ear every five minutes though.

“Have you ever been pumpkin picking?” You asked Beomgyu once the two of you got to the farm. You held the camera up in front of you two, shivering slightly from the crisp temperature. It had definitely dropped over the weeks and you regretted not bringing a heavier jacket.

“Here, take mine.” Beomgyu spoke up, taking off his jacket before grabbing the camera from you. Hesitantly, you grabbed the item from his free hand, shocked that he had even offered. You put on the green bomber jacket and Beomgyu smirked at your flustered expression.

“How cute.” He teased, holding up the camera to film you putting it on. You pretended to glare at him, zipping the jacket up to your chin. It smelled like coconut and fresh laundry, and you tried your best not to let out a small scream at the fact that you were wearing something of Beomgyu’s.

“Alright, let’s go.” You announced, taking your camera back and walking towards the sea of pumpkins.

“To answer your question from before, the last time I went pumpkin picking was when I was, like, five— so I’m not sure what I’m doing.” Beomgyu spoke up, chuckling awkwardly. You smiled, stuffing your hands in the pockets of Beomgyu’s jacket.

“Just choose one that’s not crushed or ruined— like this one.” You explained, pointing to a perfectly round pumpkin. It was small, but it was absolutely perfect, like the ones you saw on sets of movies.

“It’s so cute.” You cooed while picking it up, becoming excited over the small pumpkin. Beomgyu smiled at your excitement, an actual real smile. He thought it was interesting how happy you became over the smallest things. He wished to appreciate life like that. Maybe everyone needed to be a little more like you.

“So, like this one?” Beomgyu asked, pointing to a white pumpkin.

“You have to check and make sure the back isn’t messed up.” You advised, watching as Beomgyu picked up the pumpkin. He let out a noise of disgust once he saw the back of it was gone, flies occupying the inside.

“Yeah, that’s why you check.” You chuckled as Beomgyu wiped his hands on his jeans.

“Gross!” He exclaimed dramatically, making you shush him because of the looks you both received. He playfully bumped your shoulder and you nearly dropped the pumpkin.

“Careful! This pumpkin is my baby now.” You pouted, holding the pumpkin tighter to your chest. Beomgyu rolled his eyes, taking your camera so you could properly hold the object.

“I am so very sorry.” Beomgyu uttered sarcastically. Walking off to find a new pumpkin.

Once you both gathered enough, Beomgyu paid (which you tried to fight him about it but he insisted) and you both drove back to your apartment.

When you got home, you began to set up in the kitchen, taking out paint and laying down towels on the counter. You set up yours and Beomgyu’s pumpkins on the table before starting the camera once more.

You began to paint your pumpkin, making it look like a cat. Beomgyu grabbed a knife (without your knowledge) and began to carve his instead, an almost psychotic smile on his face. You gasped dramatically, making the boy look up at you with wide eyes.

“You didn’t tell me you were going to kill it!” You joked, but kept your expression serious just to trick the male. Beomgyu put the knife down, looking like a toddler who had just gotten scolded.

“But it’s a jack-o-lantern.” He pouted, slowly turning the pumpkin towards you so you could see. It looked like an abstract mess and you gave him a judging look while dragging your pumpkin away.

“Stay away from her.” You demanded, patting the top of your pumpkin. You didn’t miss the way Beomgyu smiled, one that seemed very genuine. If you couldn’t make him laugh, at least you got him to smile. Even if it was a lame joke.

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The Biggest Hits Of Bighit

a Tomorrow X Together fanfiction by my non-moa bff that has been forced to know everything about TXT

wc - too long for bullshit like this

warnings - obviously satire, absolute nonsense, not even funny 😭, space dinosaurs, bang pd does backflips, british supermarkets, sonic the hedgehog, wigs, clones, references to lita ford's song kiss me deadly, bts don't exist in this universe to make txt the most famous group from bighit 💀, a very joking mention of hueningkai dying but it's not serious and he comes back lmao

besties note - hi this is julias friend. hello to her followers. I am incredibly sorry for this fanfiction, we've been having a three day long sleepover and we're driving eachother insane :) also, in the original version, julia featured heavily but she made me remove it cuz I was just making fun of her 😭

100000000 years ago, five boys called Yeonjun, Soobin, Beomgyu, Taehyun and Kai defeated space dinosaurs to stop them from destroying the earth. Now, they have been named the rulers of the universe, and cat and dog is the national anthem of every country on earth. They are the five most beloved people in the world, so what happens when these good boys...go bad?

Yeonjun is alone. He is sat outside co-op on a bench, crying. Soobin senses that his bestie is sad, so he gets in a taxi and rides to the co-op. Unfortunately, I just changed my mind and decided that I want Kai to comfort him instead, so Soobin crashes into a Sainsbury's Local, where he is mobbed by fans.

Suddenly, Yeonjun hears a voice behind him.

"Yeonjun, why are you about to Huening Cry!"

Oh my god. It's Hueningkai.

"I'm gonna Huening Try to make you feel better."

"Kai, I think what's wrong is..." Yeonjun hangs his head. " When we defeated that space dinosaur and wrote cat and dog, the most famous song in the universe, we were good boys. But now... I think we've gone bad."

Hueningkai gasps.

"No we haven't gone bad! What do you mean?"

"Well... I went to a party last Saturday night, I didn't get laid, I got in a fight."

"Huh? That ain't no big thing..."

"Well you see, I was late for my job cuz the traffic was bad, and I had to borrow ten bucks from Soobin's dad!"

Hueningkai gasps. Yeonjun collapses on the floor crying.

"Oh my god, you have gone bad, lol!"

Once Kai says lol out loud, he realises that he's also gone bad, so he collapses and cries too.

A helicopter flies above the co-op, and Bang PD does a backflip out of it and lands infront of the crying boys.

"Omg stop crying u losers lmao we got to film a m dash v"

"But Mr Bang PD, we're good boys that have gone bad."

"Oh my god, write that down! That's your comeback song." Bang PD says, before picking them up and flying into the sky and landing in the helicopter that is being flown by Beomgyu.

Since they are the rulers of the universe, the hybe building is in space. So they go to the hybe building that is in space. When they arrive, Taehyun calls a team meeting, and has to tell the other boygroup - I forgot their name - to leave because it doesn't concern them.

He stands on a soapbox.

"Guys, we are good boys gone bad."

They decide to hold an intervention to discuss why they think they've gone bad.

Yeonjun explains that he had to borrow money from Soobin's dad.

I mixed up yeonjun and taehyun by accident so I don't know a reason for taehyun 😭

Hueningkai says that it's because, even though he's not scared of lions and tigers and bears, he is scared of losing someone special.

Beomgyu just runs in a circle, screams, and goes to his room to cry.

They look around, waiting for the final confession.

"Wait, where's Soobin?"

~

Soobin is Soo-being crushed by fans in Sainsbury's Local. He slithers out of the door and runs to the taxi. Sadly, the taxi driver was tragically killed in the crash, so Soobin had to get his My Little Pony razor scooter out of the boot of the taxi and speeds away towards space - because since it's an MLP Scooter, it has the magic of friendship that can make him fly. However, since it's literally a scooter, he's gonna be flying for a rly long time 😭

"I wish this scooter went faster... by the time I reach home, Yeon-jun might be Old-jun!"

A voice errupts from nowhere.

"Did someone say... fast?"

Way past cool! Gotta go fast! I'm outta here! Other catchphrases Sonic says...!

It's sonic the hedgehog!!!

Soobin gawks, extremely happy.

"Odi, you grew up!"

"Woah, tall guy. I'm sonic."

"Oh,,, anyway... Sonic, the blue blur, the master of fast, how do I go faster?!?! I need to get home!!"

"Idk lol, I just get summoned every time someone says fast." He says, taking a bite of his chilli dog.

"I'm outta here!"

Sonic disappears into a cloud of smoke.

Due to sonics presence, the scooter goes 0.25x speed faster. Yay.

~

Back at bighit, the boys have no choice but to film the music video without Soobin, because the comeback is tomorrow. Hueningkai has to put on a blue wig to pretend to be Soobin, and they just hope that nobody will notice.

~

The music video is released. Everyone notices, but it's okay, because they love it and think it's a post modern work of art masterpiece.

~

At this point, they're really worried, because it's literally been weeks since Soobins disappearance 😭 the people in Sainsbury's Local hadn't reached the self checkout yet, so they couldn't share the news that Soobin was alive. TXT put out ads for a temporary replacement for Soobin, but it didn't gain much traction because the picture in the ad was just Hueningkai in a blue wig.

Just when they were losing hope, they see a huge silhouette at the door. The door opens.

"SOOBIN!" beomgyu shrieks.

"I'm finally here oh my god, let's just film the music video"

Taehyun shakes his head.

"You're late, it's out. Hueningkai wore a wig to replace you. Where were you??"

"I was stuck in Sainsbury's Local! I can't believe you replaced me..."

Odi walks in.

"Sorry lol just getting some milk from the fridge."

Odi walks out.

"Soobin, you need to understand, we've gone bad."

"YOU REPLACED ME WITH KAI IN A WIG!?"

"We're good boys that have gone bad!"

The argument gets literally nowhere because they're arguing about different things.

"But I'm irreplaceable!"

"Guys, stop!" a hysterical yeonjun yodels. "We need to hold a world announcement."

~

The boys stand on top of the Eiffel tower, and look out into the crowd of loving fans. Taehyun accidentally left his soap box at the space dorm, so he just kicks Beomgyus shins and stands on his back instead.

"We have an announcement."

"As you may have realised by our comeback song, we are good boys that have gone bad."

"No!" A fan yells.

"You're still good boys! You're uwu babies!" Another fan adds. "Do aegyo!"

Hueningkai pushes Taehyun off of Beomgyus back and steps up onto him.

"I also have something to say. I lied. I'm a pretty little liar! I AM scared of lions and tigers and bears, but I still wanna be a good boy for our MOA!"

He winks and pokes his cheeks. Everyone screams and cries and throws up.

"So, from now on to work on my bad boy antics, if I see a bear whilst I'm out in the woods I will treat like one of my plushies!"

Two weeks later, Hueningkai was mauled to death by a bear after trying to cuddle it 💔

Suddenly, a large crowd of people with blue wigs on emerge from the streets of Paris.

"Oh my god, the ad," yeonjun says, laughing, as the clones of soobin start climbing up the Eiffel tower.

Just as the clones are about to eat soobin so they can replace him, bang pd does a triple somersault and sprinkles grass on them, and they all immediately hiss and run away because MOAs are allergic to touching grass <3

~

The future is great for TXT. Hueningkai magically comes back to life and they release their new song "Bad Boys Gone Good', which receives amazing reviews.

'omg this song is SO different from the last one 😮🤪 versatile kings 😍😁 - beomgyustoenail123'

They go on to rule the universe for the rest of eternity.

The End <3

[If you read all of this, I'm very shocked. :D]