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lokisasylum · 4 months ago
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FASTEST ALL-KILL FOR KING JIMIN!
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aricastmblr · 4 months ago
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“Who” de Jimin logra el iTunes ALL KILL!!
Es la canción más rápida de la historia en alcanzar 119 puestos #1 en iTunes, mientras Eslovenia se une a la lista: 5 días, 10 horas y 20 minutos.
¡Jimin hace historia como el PRIMER y ÚNICO ARTISTA en el mundo en lograr que seis canciones alcancen iTunes All-Kill #1 en 119 regiones!
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ao3feed-ateez · 2 months ago
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The Sixth Ward
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/GqiRjFy by plutothewriter When Seonghwa struggles with his identity as a half-ghoul; It doesn't help that he was raised by a CCG Official who killed ghouls for a living but said official soon met his own fate with death. Soon Seonghwa is almost kidnapped to have tests ran on him, Thankfully, Seonghwa has the strength to run away to a different ward to hide out yet, he went to one of the most ghoul populated wards in Harlem, NY. Or when Seonghwa is running away from someone and he stumbles upon a bar in the 6th ward, which is owned by a ghoul named Hongjoong who is planning to take down the CCG and also wants nothing more than for half-breed ghouls to all perish off the face of the earth. coming soon. Words: 2301, Chapters: 1/15, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Choi San (ATEEZ) Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Choi San/Jung Wooyoung/Kang Yeosang, Choi Jongho/Kang Yeosang, Choi Jongho/Choi San/Jeong Yunho/Jung Wooyoung/Kang Yeosang/Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa/Song Mingi, Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok/Kim Namjoon/Kim Seokjin/Kim Taehyung/Min Yoongi/Park Jimin Additional Tags: Ghoul | Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Ghoul | Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Ghoul | Kim Hongjoong (ATEEZ), Ghoul | Choi San (ATEEZ), Bar Owner Kim Hongjoong (ATEEZ), Ghoul | Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Half-Ghoul | Park Seonghwa (ATEEZ), Ghoul | Kang Yeosang (ATEEZ), Ghoul | Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Prejudice, Death, Blood and Gore, Mentioned Bangtan Boys | BTS Member(s), Ghoul Park Jimin (BTS), Ghoul Jeon Jungkook, Ghoul Kim Taehyung ︱ V, Ghoul Kim Seokjin | Jin, Ghoul Kim Namjoon | RM, Ghoul Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Ghoul Min Yoongi | Suga, Mean Kim Hongjoong, Jung Wooyoung is Bad at Feelings (ATEEZ), Inspired by Tokyo Ghoul, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Misunderstandings, San tries to kill Seonghwa a couple times, Seonghwa lashes out at San those couple of times, Protective Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Denial of Feelings, CCG - Freeform, BTS are highly protective of Seonghwa, Cannibalism, Angst, Ghoul Cannibalism (Tokyo Ghoul), Bartender Choi San (ATEEZ), Bartender Min Yoongi | Suga, Ateez are Korean-American, Seo Changbin is a Good Friend, no beta we die like rengoku, Identity Issues read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/GqiRjFy
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lauraperfectinsanity · 3 years ago
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So...today's Jikook recap:
We got eyebrow and lip piercings, see-through tank tops, short black hair, tattered shirts that left nothing to the imagination, beautiful tattoos on full display, shades, cool earrings, crop tops, rapper moments, hanboks and cute size difference moments 🐰💜 🐥
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ggukcangetit · 4 years ago
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Dreamcatchers 6
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Pairing: jungkook x oc
Summary: DI Jeon didn’t need a new partner. Unfortunately, his superiors felt otherwise; especially considering the extremely high-profile murder that had just taken place in the port city. Recent transfer, DI Choi Yuri finds herself confronted with a new cityscape, unfamiliar people, a hostile partner, and a homicide that is certain to bring back unpleasant memories.  
Genre/AU: fluff/action/mystery | detective! au | police!jungkook, police!oc
Word Count: 5.2k
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mentions of violence, alcohol, blood, drugs, death. basically stuff you’d associate with a murder mystery/crime drama.
Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 
A/N:  it’s been a while since i posted and even longer since i updated this fic but its still here and so am i! lol. updates are not gonna be very frequent but i have a list of works in progress that i plan to finish so there will be something or the other being posted at the most random moments.
also, reminding everyone that this story features a named oc because i’m still very unfamiliar with writing second person reader inserts. i’m not aiming for strict accuracy in this story, and all criminal investigation/forensics knowledge i have has been gathered by watching crime drama/procedural dramas! my knowledge of geography is also not totally accurate so apologies for that. once again, one thing right by @hobios​ prompted me to write a police inspector! jungkook story. would highly recommend reading that because it’s probably one of my most favorite pieces of writing!
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21st December
"Is this how you conduct a sample analysis?! Where did you even train? I've half a mind to report you and get you kicked out!!"
Yuri stopped at her desk, surprised to hear Seulgi's yelling so loudly that she could be heard all the way from the floor above. She was usually extremely calm and even-tempered, but the past couple of days had seen her irritable, snappy, and downright furious.
"Dr. Ahn sounds really angry," whispered Jisoo, clutching a file close to her chest. "I've never heard her yell at anybody before. I hope she's okay."
"I'm sure everything's fine," said Jeon, walking over to his desk and dropping a bunch of files on it. "Can I talk to you for a second?"
Yuri raised an eyebrow at him, but complied nonetheless. They walked outside, standing near a clump of trees outside of earshot of anyone in the station.
"Guess who I've just brought in on suspicion of murder for the 2nd Nov case?" he asked, lowering his voice.
"No!" gasped Yuri. "Minhyuk?"
"Yep. He's been in the country for a while now. Fancy giving me a hand with the interview?"
"Me? I mean," she bit her lip. "I wasn't part of the original investigation."
"I know, but in light of what you've found out and the fact that you're now my partner, Goh thinks it's okay."
"You told Goh?!"
"I had to. I can't restart the investigation without his permission."
Jeon stared at her for a few moments, trying to gauge her reaction. "So, what do you say?"
"Alright. Let's nail this bastard."
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Ahreum was late. She had a meeting with one of her professors to decide on which medical stream she'd specialize in. Despite using forensics as an excuse to distract Seulgi, she was seriously considering it now. Deciding to pursue medicine had been a drastic career switch for Ahreum, and a lot of people had questioned her decision relentlessly. But if there was something she had learnt in the years following her parents' divorce, it was patience and the ability to block out irrelevant conversations. Namjoon had always been immersed in his studies, barely affected by the bitterness existing between their parents. Ahreum, barely in high school, felt lost and helpless during those times. After the divorce, things had become less tumultuous and she was able to see her parents as individual entities. That was when she realized that her father was never going to like any of her decisions, no matter how hard she tried to please him, and her mother preferred to stay aloof at the best of times. Ahreum learnt pretty early in life, that she needed to be there for herself. She loved her brother and parents, though the latter a lot less than the former. Her decision to study English Literature and Creative Writing had been a spur of the moment one - dictated more by the fact that her high school boyfriend was going to study at a major Arts university. She didn't really regret any of her decisions. Her degree had led her to finding a hobby she adored - photography. And having a freelance job meant that she could stay with Namjoon - who earned a significantly larger amount than her - and move whenever he needed to move as well. This was also how she had met Taehyung 3 years ago - a happy coincidence of events when she had been taking pictures outside the museum at Seoul. They had started talking about art and photography, eventually realizing that they lived in the same part of the city. In addition to Yuri, she also considered Taehyung to be her best friend. She had seen him during one of his lowest moments when Seokjin had left home; and then some time later when he had found Seokjin living in the town Ahreum and Namjoon had recently shifted to, she had stayed by him as he grappled with his anger and frustration towards his older brother until an eventual reconciliation.
But at this moment, she was beginning to lose patience with him. Five minutes before she was about to leave for her meeting, she received a bunch of frantic texts from him.
8.25 am
T: ahreum?? are u up??
T: jimins still in custody
T: im so worried
8.26 am
T: u there?
T: i want to visit him...
T: will u come with me?
8.27 am
T: hey
T: ???
T: i didnt sleep much so i dont wanna drive there
8.28 am
T: are u sleeping?
T: ???
He knew she had a meeting today. He knew how important the meeting was for her. She had spoken about it many times. Not for the first time, Ahreum wondered whether Taehyung cared about her beyond what directly concerned him. If it wasn't somehow relevant to him, he never seemed to remember much. It was a careless apathy that had hurt her during the beginning of their friendship, but she had accepted it as a part of him.
Her meeting was at 9 am and she usually needed 20 minutes to get there on her bike. She closed her eyes and mentally rehearsed the points she was going to bring up during her meeting. Her phone pinged once more, breaking her concentration.
8.30 am
T: hey
T: can u pick me up?
She frowned and shot a quick text before pocketing her phone and strapping on her helmet.
A: sorry have a meeting... talk later
As Ahreum sped through the narrow lanes, she was convinced that there was no way she was going to talk to Taehyung today. He would have to manage on his own for once.
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Yuri and Jeon sat across from a very nervous Park Minhyuk, his bloodshot eyes indicating that he had been brought in after a rough night.
"Good morning." Jeon began the interview, his notes stacked neatly in front of him. "You were very hard to get a hold of, Mr. Park. Specifically because your company categorically states that you've been out of the country for business."
"I-" His face was white as a sheet.
"When we called your office, we were told that you are often out of the country on business trips. Short trips," Jeon flipped through his notes. "A fortnight, 20 days at max. Your secretary was very obliging - he told us that you traveled on October 12th and returned on October 27th. Then left the country again on November 1st and returned on November 16th. Another trip between November 22nd and December 6th. And finally, one more on December 10th from which you still haven't returned."
"Your phone records are very interesting, Mr. Park," said Yuri, joining in. "I'm DI Choi, by the way, and I will be assisting DI Jeon as his partner on the case. Now -" she opened the file in front of her and took out a particular page - "is this your cell phone number?"
"Yes, but-"
"Our Telecomms division looked over recent activity over the last 3-4 months. While your office confirms that you have been on multiple trips out of the country from October onwards, your phone has been operating in Korea for almost two months. Can you tell us why?"
Minhyuk remained silent, his hands clenched on the table.
"Do you recognize this?" Yuri placed a plastic bag on the table and moved it towards him.
The remaining color drained from Minhyuk's face as he stared at the ring inside the plastic bag.
"Let me help you out, Mr. Park," she continued. "This is an heirloom from your mother's side of the family. There was three such rings - one buried with your mother, one on your brother's finger, and one found at the scene of Son Eunbi's murder. Can you tell us how your ring found its way to a murder scene?"
"I didn't kill her!" Minhyuk looked like he was going to pass out. Jeon poured some water into a glass and passed it to him.
"She was dead when I got there!" he said after gulping down the water. His hands were shaking by this point.
"If she was dead when you got there, why didn't you call the police?"
"I..."
Faced with a possible murder charge, Minhyuk looked frightened but not nearly as forthcoming with an alibi as one would have hoped.
"Mr. Park," Yuri spoke after a period of silence. "Did you know that Ms. Son had a three year old daughter named Gina?"
Minhyuk gulped, his eyes breaking contact with hers. He removed his hands from where they had been clenched on the table, choosing to hide them in his lap.
"Are you Gina's father?" she continued. Minhyuk head shot up at her question.
"H-how did-"
"When did you find out?" she asked.
Minhyuk sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I guess there's no point in denying it since you know everything." He reached out and finished the remaining water in the glass. "In October, after I came back from a trip, I happened to meet her by chance and Gina was with her. It was odd, the way that she tried to avoid talking to me. And the fact that Gina also had clear grey eyes."
For the first time since the interview started, Yuri realised the resemblance between the Park brothers was limited but striking. Their eyes were the exact same shade of grey - while Jimin looked cold and unwelcoming, Minhyuk's glasses did well to give him a warmer appearance.
"I asked her why she hadn't contacted me when she got pregnant. Or in the three years since Gina was born."
"What did she say?" asked Yuri, softly.
"She was scared that I wouldn't believe her." Tears had started to roll down his cheeks. "I loved her... so much. And then she just disappeared one day. I tried so hard to find her but..."
Jeon poured another glass of water for him.
"I told her how happy I was to hear about Gina. That I wanted us to be a proper family. I was willing to do whatever was necessary if that's what she wanted as well. I think she was beginning to warm up to the idea. I even told my father to postpone my next trip so that I could spend a little more time with both of them. But-"
"But?"
Minhyuk stared at his hands, looking tired and dejected. "He - uh, he wasn't happy when he heard about Gina. My father has very particular expectations."
"What did he say to you? Did he threaten you, Mr. Park?"
Minhyuk let out a soft chuckle. "My father doesn't threaten. He suggests."
"And what did he suggest you do about Gina and Eunbi?" asked Jeon.
"That I stay away from them. For the sake of my inheritance."
"And did you?"
"I was planning to... I-I was meant to travel the next day and I thought I would go and see her once more before I left. But when I got there..."
Minhyuk covered his face with his hands, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself.
"What happened when you got there, Mr. Park?"
"She was lying there... in a pool of blood. Gina was asleep in the back. I-I didn't kill her. You have to believe me."
Yuri and Jeon exchanged a quick look as Minhyuk protested his innocence. They were aware that the homeless man had killed Son Eunbi. The DNA found at the crime scene confirmed the fact that he had stabbed her. But they needed Minhyuk to give them as much information as possible.
"I'm afraid we do not conduct our investigations based on belief, Mr. Park," continued Yuri, shuffling her notes meaningfully. "You still haven't provided us with an alibi for that night. Strange thing - the Park family seem to have a particular aversion towards providing alibis. Your brother was also extremely resistant when we spoke to him."
"You spoke to Jimin? What for?" Minhyuk's expression had changed completely. He looked strangely alert.
"I guess you aren't aware that Jimin was arrested for the murder of Kang Eunwoo on December 15th." Jeon spoke deliberately, hoping to elicit a reaction. And he was successful.
"What?! That's impossible! There's no way he could've done that!"
"Why are you so certain of that?"
"Because he was with me on December 15th!"
"I'm sorry but we can't take you at your word. You can't even provide a proper alibi for yourself on the night of Son Eunbi's murder. How can we be sure that the two of you aren't just covering up for each other?"
It was then that Minhyuk realised that he would need to come clean. There was no way to save Jimin without telling them the entire story.
"Fine," he sighed. "I'll tell you everything."
"Everything?"
"Yes. If it can help Jimin, I'm willing to risk my father finding out."
Yuri glanced at Jeon who gave her an almost imperceptible nod.
"Go on."
"After I saw Eunbi... lying there, I couldn't leave Gina. No matter what my father had said, I couldn't leave my daughter in such a situation. So I... took her away with me."
"Where is Gina now, Mr. Park?" Yuri asked, frowning.
"She's safe."
"Where is she?" asked Jeon, sharply.
"In Busan. I have an apartment there and she's been with me since that day."
"Why didn't you tell the police that you had her? Why does your company believe that you are abroad on a business trip?"
Minhyuk rubbed his eyes tiredly and drank some more water. "I couldn't let my father find out. Jimin and I have an apartment in Busan that we bought under a different name. It was a place our father couldn't find us. Gina's been staying there with me since 2nd November."
"Are you sure your father thinks you're abroad? It doesn't seem like something easy to cover up."
"Jimin helped with that," said Minhyuk, leaning back into the cold metal chair. "He told father that I had run away because he hadn't been understanding of my situation with Gina and Eunbi. Jimin's good at convincing people - it's a talent he's barely ever put to good use."
"So Jimin knew that you were hiding in a secret apartment with your recently discovered daughter?"
"Yes, he did. I have an alibi for 2nd November. I was in a meeting till 9 pm and then stopped for drinks at a nearby fried chicken place till 11 pm. I was a bit tipsy after that, which is why I decided to visit Eunbi and Gina. After taking Gina away from there, I went to Jimin's place, got the keys to the apartment and drove straight there. I think I reached around 2 am."
Yuri jotted down all this information, making a note to check on every new detail that had been mentioned.
"What about December 15th? You said Jimin was with you. Why?" asked Jeon, folding his arms across his chest.
"We meet once a week to make sure everything is going okay," said Minhyuk, pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly. "Sundays are usually the best days for that."
"Where did you meet?"
"At the local ice-cream shop," Minhyuk frowned, trying to remember something. "You know the one near the end of town?"
"The Dairy Berry? Yes, I know which one you're talking about." Jeon gave Yuri a brief nod to confirm that this was a legitimate spot and not something Minhyuk was making up on the spot.
"Gina loves sweet things and I thought it would be easier to take her with me the same day I met Jimin. I think we were there till 10 pm. After that, I dropped Jimin at a bar and drove back home."
"Which bar was this?" asked Yuri.
"Sunset."
"And you drove straight home after that?"
"You can check the dash cam on my car and the security tapes at my apartment building, if you want."
"We definitely will, Mr. Park," said Jeon, surveying him carefully. "In the meantime, you will be in custody until we have verified each and every single thing you just told us. So I suggest you keep yourself hydrated."
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Yuri could feel a pair of eyes on her as she spoke to Jisoo and Suho.
"We need to verify everything that Park Minhyuk told us. But there's a lot of ground to cover and we've lost quite a bit of time since the murder of Son Eunbi. So I suggest you recruit some uniformed officers as well." Jisoo jotted down the locations and the times they needed to verify, and nodded to Suho to indicate she had forwarded the details to him. "We need to get the information as soon as possible."
"Will do," said Suho, giving her a reassuring nod.
Yuri waited for them to leave before walking over to the person who had been watching her for a while.
"Did you want to talk about something?" she asked Seulgi.
"I-" Seulgi tugged at her sleek, high ponytail, looking oddly hesitant. She seemed in a better mood than earlier in the morning when she had almost scared one of the interns into leaving the country. "Do you have a minute?"
"Yeah- " Yuri checked the clock on her phone - "just a minute though. I'm waiting for Jeon to get a warrant from Goh."
"Did he-? I mean, Jimin, uh... have you...? You know-" It was strange to see her grappling for words. "Are you certain he's done it?"
Yuri stared at her for a second. This wasn't what she had been expecting Seulgi to talk about. The doctor's relationship with Jimin was even more puzzling than she had originally perceived it.
"We're looking into it right now." She paused, trying to gauge Seulgi's reaction. "But you already know about the blood sample match - that, in itself, is pretty damaging."
"Y-yeah, I know."
Before Yuri could say anything more, Jeon came out of the Chief Inspector's office. "We've got a warrant to search Minhyuk's apartment. Let's go."
Glancing one more time at Seulgi's ashen face, Yuri put on her coat and scarf and followed Jeon out the exit.
Once inside Jeon's car, Yuri debated whether or not she should attempt to engage him in conversation. Her decision was made for her when he drove onto the main road, and lowered the volume of the police scanner.
"What was Seulgi saying?" he asked, his eyes focused on the road.
"Just where we were in the investigation."
"I see."
Yuri fiddled with the button on her coat, itching to say more.
"What's the deal with her and Jimin?" she finally asked.
"I- what do you mean?" Jeon raised his eyebrow and gave her the most puzzled expression he could muster while trying to stay focused on the crazy traffic.
"Their relationship is... weird. He keeps flirting with her, and she is on the verge of ripping his guts out at every given moment. But just now, she seemed almost worried about him."
"I don't really know... they've never really seen eye-to-eye on much." Jeon checked the rear view mirror to make sure he was clear before deftly changing lanes. "Jimin has always been the person who tries his utmost to push everyone's buttons. And Seulgi... well, she has a lot of buttons."
Yuri snorted loudly. "That tells me nothing and everything at the same time. You really have a way with words, Jeon."
He smirked at this, his eyes never leaving the road. "So does that mean you trust me now?"
"No." She looked at him and caught the way his face fell slightly at her response. "But who knows what the future holds..."
The smirk was back.
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Ahreum had a terrible headache. She usually didn't get many headaches. So on the rare occasion that she did, it put her in a really terrible mood. The only person who knew how to handle this situation properly was Namjoon. He knew that she needed silence, dim lighting, green tea, fresh bread, and absolutely no unexpected company.
So when Ahreum got home after her grueling 3 hour long meeting, hoping to relax and recuperate, she wasn't too pleased to find Taehyung sitting in her living room, playing a very loud game on his tablet.
"You're back!" he yelled, once she slammed the door to make her presence felt. "I've been waiting for hours. How was your meeting?"
"'S okay," she replied, shortly. Taking off her coat, she opened the middle cabinet in the kitchen and searched for the green tea.
"Great! So do you wanna go and visit Jimin now?"
"No."
"What? Why not? You don't have anything else to do right now. Just come with me. Please!" He had walked into the kitchen and was standing in front of her with a pout on his lips.
As endearing as she always found his antics, Ahreum was at breaking point. She placed the cup on the counter with a loud clink, and turned to face him.
"Because I don't have time to follow you on your every whim, Taehyung. Because I have a life of my own. Because I am studying medicine, which, if you aren't aware, is a very taxing occupation." She paused for a breath, as his mouth fell open in shock. "Because I am not your babysitter. Or your handler. Or your caretaker. And I'm tired of being responsible for you. You're a grown ass adult and it's about time you acted like one."
"Ahreum, I'm-" His eyes were wide and worried, and she felt a tiny sliver of remorse. "I don't think you're my babysitter or handler or whatever. You're my best friend."
"I thought so too. In fact," she said, looking away from him. "I thought we were, or we could be, more."
"W-what? Ahreum?" Taehyung sounded so lost and confused that she was tempted to console him.
She walked to the front door and held it open for him. "I think you should leave now. I'm tired, I have a headache, and I don't want to be around anyone right now."
"Wait! What did you mean by that?" he asked, hesitantly standing at the entrance.
"I'm tired, Taehyung. I don't have the energy to explain everything to you. Now, please," she began closing the door slowly. "I want to rest."
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"It's clear!" The uniformed officer confirmed to them, before opening the door further.
"Okay, let's see whether little Gina is here," instructed Jeon, his face drawn into a frown.
Yuri nodded and walked into the room on the left of the large living area. It was a study of sorts, with a large wooden desk, a swiveling chair, and shelves upon shelves of books. She quickly checked to see if there was anyone in the room before shouting "clear!". There was another door connecting to a smaller room, it's walls bathed in bright sunlight and smelling of soft lavender. This was clearly some sort of guest room, judging by the inconsistent decor theme. The furniture looked sleek and modern, but the sheets on the bed were soft and pastel colored. A bunch of soft toys stood leaning against the flat screen tv, and Yuri realised that this was probably the room that had been hastily fixed up for a small child's unexpected stay. And sure enough, soft strands of brown hair peaked through the large covers on the bed.
She walked over to the bed slowly, not wanting to startle the child. Yuri barely managed to stifle a gasp as she looked into the child's clear grey eyes - the same color as both Park Minhyuk and Park Jimin.
"Hello," she said, softly. "Are you Gina?"
The little girl nodded, bringing the covers closer towards her.
"I'm a police officer. I help catch bad people." She didn't respond, staring at her with wide eyes.
"Do you want to go to your dad, Gina?" She nodded vigorously, sitting up at the mention of her father. "Okay, we will. But first, tell me, are you okay? Do you feel pain anywhere?"
The little girl shook her head.
"Are you sleepy?"
Again, she shook her head.
"Are you hungry?"
Slowly, she nodded her head.
"Okay, we'll go and see your dad, and also get you something to eat. Is that okay with you?"
"Yes."
"Wonderful."
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It was just after 2 pm and Yuri felt completely drained. After they had found Gina, she had insisted on returning to the station to ask Jimin about his alibi for the night of Kang Eunwoo's murder. From what she had understood, he had refused to provide an alibi to protect his brother and keep him out of the police's radar until the situation with Gina worked out. Even though she still couldn't get herself to consider him a pleasant person, his desire to protect his brother had humanized him a great deal in her eyes.
Sure enough, once he was made aware that Minhyuk had come forward and spoken about his daughter and the events of the past month and a half, Jimin looked much less hostile than before.
"I was at Sunset from around 10.30 pm to closing time - which is 2 am," he said, sighing tiredly and rubbing his face with his hands. "You can confirm with them."
While Minhyuk and Jimin's alibis were verified, Yuri received a text from Namjoon, asking her and Jeon to meet him at Seokjin's bakery. It was barely a 2 minute drive there, so Jeon suggested they get lunch over there and make it before Goh finished compiling the list of paperwork for them to finish.
The smell of freshly baked milk bread wafted out of the kitchen, adding another layer of warmth to Seokjin's cozy shop. The man in question picked up the large tray filled with various different confections, and brought it over to the table by the window.
"Peach danish and americano for Namjoon, chocolate fudge brownie and vanilla bean ice cream for Jeongguk, and a snow croissant and hot chocolate for Yuri." He placed everything on the table, before grabbing his lukewarm cup of tea and sitting down with them.
"So you finally find the child, then?" asked Seokjin, sipping the tea. He made a face at the odd taste that tea acquires when it's between comfortingly steamy and soothingly chilled.
"Yeah we did," Yuri replied, when her partner remained silent. "Goh is dealing with Minhyuk and the custody charges. It's no longer in our jurisdiction."
"Namjoon, how's grad school treating you?" Seokjin diverted the conversation, realising that his friend wasn't ready to talk about the case at that moment. "How much longer do you have?"
"A few more months and I should be done." Namjoon wiped the pastry flakes from the corner of his mouth and nearly tipped over his americano in the process. Yuri chuckled at this, suddenly remembering those random moments in high school where Namjoon was a lot thinner and less confident, but still had a propensity for knocking things over.
"Remind me why you're putting yourself through this?" Seokjin broke off a piece of the peach danish and popped it into his mouth.
"The last time I tried to explain that, you spaced out and created a new pastry recipe for your menu. As much as I like helping your business flourish, I'm gonna preserve my energy and only talk about things when necessary."
Seokjin chuckled and picked up a spoon from the dispenser. "Jeongguk, can I get a bit of ice cream from you?" There was no response, and looking at him for confirmation Seokjin's eyebrows shot up in alarm.
"Okay okay, I won't eat any of your ice cream. You don't have to tear up about it!"
Yuri and Namjoon turned towards him as well, not sure what to do when they saw tears slowly sliding down Jeongguk's cheeks.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?" asked Namjoon, patting his shoulder softly.
They sat in silence, as Jeongguk sobbed softly and wiped his face with his coat sleeve. He turned towards Yuri, his eyes glazed with tears but holding a soft radiance unlike what she was used to.
"Thank you."
Yuri felt her face heat up suddenly. This wasn't what she had been expecting. The soft sincerity in his voice startled her. It was nothing like the person she had met only a week ago. She looked away abruptly and nodded her head.
"There's nothing to thank me for. This is our job."
Jeongguk smiled and resumed eating the disgustingly sweet dessert combination in front of him. He nudged Seokjin to take some ice cream like he had originally intended. There was silence once more, but this time, it was very different.
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Back at the station, Yuri finished the paperwork for the day. There was a lot to complete, and since they had stopped at Seokjin's for a break, they had lost some time as well. Goh had been very clear about completing all the paperwork for social services to take over the case from them now that Gina had been found.
It was barely even 5 pm but Yuri felt a large yawn coming on for the third time in the past few minutes. She wasn't sure how long she would be able to carry on without getting proper sleep at night. At this rate, she would eventually burn out. There was only so much coffee could do for her.
A light tap brought her attention to another person standing in her cubicle. She looked up to see Jeon holding two steaming cups of ramen, tilting his head slightly to confirm whether it was okay for him to sit down.
"Did you need anything?" she asked, after moving her slightly. He placed the ramen on her desk and pulled up his own chair and sat down.
"I've got a peace offering," he gestured to the ramen. "I wanted to apologize properly for being an absolute dickhead to you. I-" He hesitated, looking down at his hands that lay clenched on his lap - "I don't really have an excuse for my behavior but I had a lot on my mind. Particularly about finding the little girl. And, well... you really don't know what solving this case means to me."
Once again, Yuri wasn't sure how to react. She felt embarrassed that he was thanking her for doing her job - something that he did as well. While she appreciated his apology, his entire being remained confusing to her.
"Don't worry about it," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "And thanks for the ramen; food is always appreciated."
Thankfully, her computer ping-ed with a new email before the atmosphere could get any more awkward.
"Okay, we've confirmed Minhyuk's alibi's for 2nd November and 15th December. He wasn't involved in either murder. Jimin was with Minhyuk till 10.15 pm on 15th December - his car's dash cam confirms that he dropped Jimin off at Sunset bar around that time."
"Fantastic! And what about the CCTV footage at Sunset? Does it confirm Jimin's story? He said he was there till 2 am."
"Hang on, I'm opening the report. Th-" she stopped abruptly, frowning at the screen.
"What?" asked Jeon, looking over her shoulder to read the email.
"CCTV footage does not place Jimin at Sunset from 10.15 pm till closing time at 2 in the morning. He doesn't have an alibi for Eunwoo's murder."
She turned to look at him, an odd sense of foreboding hitting her as she realized that they would have to charge Jimin for murder by the next evening. He held her gaze, his dark eyes reflecting a similar shadow of doubt.
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k-llama-llama · 5 years ago
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Mom-ing
TXT AU: 6th member
Sara x TXT
Sara has a bit of an awkward moment when she accidentally ‘moms’ BTS.
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“The concert was amazing!” Beomgyu exclaimed as they got ready to say goodbye to BTS.
“We’re so glad you guys enjoyed it!” Jimin smiled. “We should really get going, we have interviews later.”
“Yeah, so do we.” Soobin sighed.
“We had lunch brought in for you guys, if you want to sit and eat for a bit.” BTS’s manager told them.
“Can we all eat together?” RM asked.
“Of course.”
They all settled back down, Sara carefully reclaiming her seat next to Hueningkai. The staff brought in bags of food and set them out on the table, and Sara watched as the BTS members filled their plates.
“What are you guys waiting for?” Suga asked. “Dig in.”
Taehyun cast a glance to Sara.
She nodded. “Go ahead.”
Sumi snorted. “You have to give them permission?”
Sara flushed. “It’s a habit.”
Sumi gave her a look, but returned to her plate. She’d balanced it on top of Jungkook’s head, and the maknae seemed completely unbothered.
Sara filled her own plate, taking a small bite of her noodles. After a long moment of silence, she decided to take the initiative and break it.
“You guys are about to go on break, right?” At their nod she continued. “Any exciting plans?”
“Just kind of hanging out.” V answered. “Some of us are going on trips.”
“Noona and I are going to the beach.” Jungkook said excitedly. “Apparently we can go surfing.”
“That sounds fun!” Yeonjun exclaimed. “How long are you away before you get back to work.”
Sumi sighed. “Not long enough. But someone already started working on the next album...” She playfully elbowed RM.
He shrugged. “Less work for us when its time.”
They all finished their meals quickly and the staff hurried forward to clear away their dishes.
Sara stood quickly to help, reaching to tap Kai on the shoulder and tell him to help.
“Don’t just sit there, silly. Help clean up.” She tapped him on the shoulder.
The room went dead silent.
She looked up, following her hand and finding it on Jhope’s shoulder.
Her eyes widened and she hurriedly bowed. “I’m so sorry! I thought you were Kai. I didn’t mean-”
“It’s okay.” He laughed. “We’ll help clean up too.”
Sara was certain that her face had gone completely red, and could barely look up as she grabbed some plates and tossed them in the garbage can. With everyone still busy cleaning up, she ducked into the hall and took refuge in the stairwell.
Burying her face in her hands, she tried to collect herself. She couldn’t believe that she had just done that. She’d literally told Jhope what to do, like she was his mother. She knew it embarrassed the boys sometimes when she did it, but to do it to another person: to their seniors of all people.
She’d never live it down.
“Soo-ji?”
She looked up as Soobin sat himself next to her. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh nothing. Just that I tried to parent BTS.”
Soobin smiled. “You didn’t try to parent them. They thought it was funny.”
Sara groaned. “I’m so embarrassing.”
“You’re not.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, letting her lean in to his shoulder. “I promise. None of us are embarrassed by you.”
“I’ll stop, I promise. Urgh, I can’t believe I did that.” She flipped her hair over to hide her face.
“You don’t need to stop.” He laughed. “Seriously, Soo-ji, we love it. And we don’t care if other people see it.”
“You swear?” She looked up. “You’d tell me if I were embarrassing, right?”
“Promise.” Soobin pushed her hair out of her face. “Now, come back and say goodbye to our seniors.”
“Urgh, fine.” She stood, smoothing her hair out as they moved back through the hall. “Do they think I’m weird now?”
Soobin handed her her phone. “No, because we said you left your phone in the other dressing room and went to get it.”
Sara smiled. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
He shrugged. “Who knows. You’d probably be the leader of this group, first of all.”
Sara shook her head. “No one will ever be as good of a leader as you.”
“If you say so.” He pushed the door open and they stepped back into the room, seeing BTS assembling their things to leave.
“You’re back!” Jungkook exclaimed happily. “We thought we’d miss you.”
“Did you find your phone?” Taehyung asked.
Sara held up the item in question. “Got it.”
“We’ll see you guys later.” RM said with a smile. “You guys keep working hard, yeah?”
“Of course.” Sara gave a polite bow and a smile. “Have a nice vacation.”
“We will.” Jimin was practically beaming.
They all exchanged farewells, and then BTS was ushered on their way. 
Sumi hesitated for a moment in front of Sara, before turning to her.
She leaned in close to Sara’s ear, and Sara felt her blood run cold. She braced herself for some sort of threat, or maybe this was the moment Sumi went full vampire and just killed her.
“Don’t sweat it about the mom thing. I do it too.” Sumi whispered.
It was all Sara could do to nod. Sumi gave her a smirk and hurried after her boys.
“What did she say?” Yeonjun demanded. “Tell us!”
Sara smiled and shook her head. “Sorry boys. Girl talk.”
“Please.” Beomgyu rolled his eyes. “Like you know what girl talk is.”
“Yah! I am a girl you know.” She glared at him.
“Barely.” He gestured to her outfit. “Seeing as how those are my jeans and Kai’s shoes.”
She looked down at her clothes. “Your point?”
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minorin-fanfictions · 4 years ago
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Falling For You - Jimin Oneshot
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Pairing: Jimin × reader (bestfriendtolovers!au)
Warning: mentions of cheating
Angst , Fluff
Word count: 2677
Here you were yet again. All smiles and cheerful. Totally not like the man who had bawled his eyes out over an ex, on my living room. You really couldn't see that she wasn't the one ever meant for an angel like you. But then again, love is blind. But you are an idiot for not noticing her cheating even after all the signs.
Jimin: "Do you think Kara and I would have lasted longer if I had been enough for her?" Of course.... her again. It makes me feel sick to the stomach listening to you still talk about your ex.
"Jimin, your enough for anyone out there. Even if you still love her, please move on." And the worst part is that i have to act like it's not killing me inside when you talk about her.
Jimin: "Y/n i know you will whack me with a magazine if i express my gratitude but thanks for being the bestest friend. I mma sure I'd still be mopping around my house about my love life if not for you."I refuse to accept that my heart clenced when you called me your bestfriend. It's funny how i started resenting that title in high school and look at nothing changing in College either.
"You still owe me a lot of grocery because s0mEoNE can't cook food for themselves so they think eating up others' is alright." His giggle made my playful frown turn into a soft smile. I guess that's Jimin Effect at this point.
~
The first week of Jimin's break up had been a disaster. I had found him crying on his bedroom floor, tears falling with an intensity capable of filling an entire bathtub with salt. He was reluctant to talk in detail about his cheating ex initially but soon spilled everything once he was ready, which was on the 6th day of his break up. The first five days had been spent with him crying his eyes out, while I rubbed his back and helped him breathe through his panic attacks.
The 2nd week, Jimin protected his fragile state in the depth of his silence. We would be in his living room like always yet the difference would be that he refused to speak. He just sat on his sofa with his head on my shoulder while I talked about anything and everything, pausing only to hear him hum in response.
So when I said that hearing him coo over Kara for the past years was painful and i wanted it to desperately stop. It definitely didn't mean that i wanted Jimin to loose sight of himself once he finally had to stop.
During the 3rd week, Jimin became more talkative. He laughed a little at my jokes, smiled at the compliments and cracked a few jests himself which I was obliged to laugh to. We would be in the kitchen while his mom cooked his favourite and i whispered things like, "Psst, I once planned to come to school mad but ended up laughing during the first period because I found you making faces at me from the front." Jimin had laughed so hard once he remembered the incident that he fell off his chair. "As far as i recall, you and chairs have a deep 'seated' hatred towards each other." I noticed his mother smile from the side upon seeing her son doubling over in laughter while Jimin found my pun unnecessarily funny. Not that I minded of course.
I could speak nonsense and Jimin would still appreciate it. We could call at 4 in the morning just to ask things like, 'what if birds aren't singing but screaming because they are afraid of heights' and then we would question our sanity.
I turned to look at him half lying on the couch with his gaze fixed on his phone while his feet laid on top- "PARK JIMIN GET YOUR FEET OFF MY TABLE I CLEANED THE ENTIRE HOUSE YESTERDAY " and cue me chasing Jimin around the house just for the sake of tackling him to the ground. In that moment I realized that Jimin had given me a lot of happiness by just being my bestfriend, the damage I inflicted upon myself after catching feelings was my fault.
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It's been about a month since Jimin's break up and although he mentions how he had plans for their perfect future, from time to time, he has become more confident himself. Not that it makes me feel less annoyed at him being smitten over a cheater. So i really hope he grows out of what he has gone through before I snap some nec- Jimin: "You know Kara once said-" was all he was able to say on our peaceful walk out of the campus before i cut him off. "How about I don't want to know what Kara once said?" I replied sharply. "Do you hear yourself right now? Kara is gone and it is for the better."
Jimin simply nodded mumbling an apology and i felt bad for the way i said it. We continued walking but he still didn't bring his head up. Cautiously intertwining our hands together I gave his hand a light squeeze to which he responded with squeezing mine back. Not feeling satisfied i started swinging our arms back and forth, constantly bumping my shoulder with his to which he laughed. Jimin shook his head and smiled saying, "You have a unique way of showing that you feel bad but since I adore you, I accept your apology."
"I wasn't apologising for anything," i felt my ears burned as a result of his previous words.
"Mhm ofcourse" Jimin sarcastically said.
"Yes of course"
"I believe you"
"Like you should!"
We bickered. Like always. Having been friends for almost a decade, a silent apology for arguments or just going back to being crack heads was normal. And I could never be more glad for that. Everything seemed normal again.
"Umm.. Hey Jimin." a voice stuttered. We looked back in unision only to find Jimin's ex. Perhaps things only 'seemed' normal.
"Jimin, can I talk to you," Kara eyed me continuing, "alone?" I tugged at Jimin's sleeves and that is enough for him to know that he shouldn't cave in, so he hesitantly replied, "You can say it here."
"But it is supposed to be between us for privacy reasons," Kara inhaled sharply. Hearing her speak nonsense I voiced my thoughts, " I don't think you are well aware of the definition of either 'us' or 'privacy' between two people" Jimin holds Yukari in place when he notices her being two steps away from pouncing at Kara.
Jimin: "You can talk here, afterall, there is no 'us' any longer"
Kara: "Babe, give me a chance."
I interrupted, "Call him a pet name again. I dare you"
Kara visibly shuddered maybe because she knew that I was willing to throw hands at anyone hurting my friends.
Kara: "J-jimin, I am sorry for what i did. I know what I lost is irreplaceable. You are irrepla-"
"So it took you an entire month to know his worth or did you just run back to him because you got dumped," I hissed
Jimin reached forward to grab hold of my arm but I shrugged it off as soon as he made contact with me.
"You think ruining someone's perspective on love is alright? You did not cheat once. Nor was it an accident. Which cheap person would cheat for 8 consecutive months until they get caught? Apparently , you would." With each word I moved closer to Kara while Jimin did his best to hold my hand. But in an instant I yanked his hand away and was about to go into a full blown rage not really afraid of throwing hands. And that is when Jimin snapped, "You better stop Y/n!"
Time stilled. I gave Jimin a sceptical look waiting for him to continue.
He inhaled deeply, calming his nerves before addressing me, "Let me speak."
"What will you say? You will forgive her? Take her back? Wait for her to cheat agai-"
"Y/n," Jimin's stern voice cut me off.
His gaze fixated on me, not acknowledging Kara, "You know that she meant the entire world to me for 2 years, right? I will forgive her b-"
I stared incredulously at Jimin before blurting, "You should mean nothing to me." I speedily walked past them immediately, trying to calm my nerves so that the stinging in my eyes would ease.
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On the other hand, Jimin realised the wrong meaning of his words and accelerated towards his best friend only to be stopped by his ex, "Jimin, please hear me out"
Jimin glared at her saying, "When I said I forgive you it didn't mean that I want you back."
Kara pleaded, "Don't leave me"
"She needs me and I need to fix it," was all Jimin said before he dashed after Y/n, stumbling down the hallway to reach his best friend.
"This is why we never worked out! It's her! It has always been her! You always left me when she needed you. You prioritised her even when I was you girlfriend! For once stay-"
Kara's voice became distant as he was further away from her but her first few words surely did not fall upon deaf ears.
He heard it. He heard her telling him how Y/n was the reason of their downfall. He heard her telling him how Y/n was the reason of her insecurities. He heard her telling him how his care and worry for Y/n outweighed what he felt for Kara. But he already knew that. Jimin was well aware that it was his mistake for giving himself to Kara just to overcome the attraction he had built for a certain bestfriend of his. Over the years, your heart often chooses the one who gets you most. The one that calls you stupid for crying while embracing you or maybe the one that cries with you over a movie. And he knew. He knew now , 'the one' for him.
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"Y/n! Listen!" Jimin screamed as soon as he saw her just a few steps in front of him, standing under the bus stop shade. Thankfully, no one was around to witness Y/n's panicked state and Jimin's rushed words. Seeing that she completely ignored his call, he paced towards her and whirled her around to face him. "Please listen and don't say I mean nothing to you. It hurts."
"4 years. I waited for 4 years hopelessly. You think you are hurt? Well then i guess I am miserable," Y/n's voice wavered. Although confused by Yukari's words he still tried to get her to understand his prior actions, "No no no... J-just listen."
"No. You listen, Park Jimin! Please. Listen." Y/n snapped and Jimin immediately shut himself willing to hear her let it out. "It was difficult..." she cleared her throat to not let the lump grow further, "when I had to get through the moments where you cooed over your girlfriend and I silently contemplated on how to get over you. It was difficult to see you cry over her. It was obvious that you loved her a lot and maybe I was jealous that it would never be me whom you'd love in that manner." The all to familiar stinging was back in her eyes, "Each year that went by where we remained friends, I loved you even more! Honestly, having a guy bestfriend is truly amazing. Until you fall in love with him." She tilted her head to the side, "Jimin... I don't think my heart can take watching you love someone else again.... Not when everything in me is drawn to you!"
Once she ended her rant, realisation hit Jimin like a truck. He could have ended their sufferings if he hadn't been so afraid of ruining what they shared.
"Y/n.. I didn't know you felt that way"
As soon as, Y/n registered the words she had spoken during her rant, she wished the ground beneath would just swallow her. Completely mortified by her actions she looked for an escape.
"Let’sJustPretendThisNeverHappened."
Jimin frowned upon hearing her, "I’m not okay with just pretending."
Regaining her composure she phrased her next words, "I am so sorry Jimin. This was never part of my plan. We were supposed to be best friends but i ruined it."
"We might as well have been dating this entire time," Jimin sighed
" I know I- Excuse me, wait what? You don't mean..." Y/n wondered if she heard correctly.
He cheekily smiled in return, "Are you going to panic again if I confess?"
"Why didn’t you say something sooner, you jerk!? I- Oh gosh, I could have saved myself from all the embarrassing moments and you are telling me this now? Like, really? Am I a joke-"
"Would you like me to say it now?" Jimin interrupted her mini rant
"Hey! No! Listen! Don't cut me off-"
"I love you," Jimin tenderly reached for her hand and for once she didn't move away
Silence. Like he expected.
"I love you," Jimin repeated.
She stared at him and he knew she was trying. Trying to find the right words.
"I love you more than just as my best friend"
"Why so suddenly?" The question lingering in her thoughts was finally spoken.
“I- Well- You know I’m not good with these confessions," Jimin sighed, "But the thing is- I couldn't- just ruin our friendship with my mistakes. You are my.. umm… priority... You’ve always been important. To me.”
"Why me?" Y/n squeezed Jimin's hand and he tried to be smooth with his confession.
"Well, I love your face. And the stuff on it like your eyes and that small mole beside your ear, which apparently are very red right now." He chuckled to which Y/n playfully glared at him, "Also the things around your face such as your hair. Y'know.. The thing is, it’s you, okay?.. it's just you. Only you, in general.”
Very smooth indeed.
On the other hand, the corner of Y/n's lips tugged upwards upon see their stuttering roles reversed. She ruffled his soft locks and smiled. But before she could reply, a bus stopped in front of them and soon became vacant as people began exiting it.
"Let's go home, dum dum," Y/n entered it.
Meanwhile, Jimin followed her, constantly nudging and whispering, "Hey, gimme an answer" "I literally just confessed thrice" "C'mon just once" "pLEaSe" All to which, Y/n either rolled her eyes or teased Jimin by ignoring him.
~
Jimin walked Y/n home but refused to move away from her doorstep, only staring off in space. It was silent until he broke it,
“If I even slightly pecked your lips, would you smack me? Because I want to kiss you, but not if you’re going to jab me in the ribs.”
"I will, in fact, jab you in the ribs if you do that without even taking me on a date"
Jimin immediately became giddy at the thought of a date with his best friend and quickly rummaged for his phone, typing a message. All while, Y/n stared at his antics, bewildered once she saw him look up at her eagerly. Her phone soon rang notifying a message and upon reading it she let out a laugh.
Jm🐥: I'll pick you up at 8, tomorrow morning. So dress up in any comfortable clothes since I will only take you back home at night.
She typed 'sure✨, dum dum' and entered her house, but not before giving Jimin a quick hug to which he responded by a tight squeeze.
Y/n leaned against the door frame after closing it and tried to control the erratic beating of her heart while the tender confession he whispered during their hug echoed in her ears like lullaby, throughout the night.
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guksauce · 5 years ago
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~TickledPink!~
Part Five
Pairing: Jjk x Reader Pregnant AU
Word Count: 4,091K
Rated: M
Book Warnings: Mentions of Sexual Assault, Mild Smut, Adult Language, Fluff City.
Author: @guksauce
Notes: Thank you to those who give this story and myself love 💖 Thank you go the likes and shares, that helps spread this story and that’s something is writers are so grateful for. I’m so glad you’re all enjoying this.
Tag List: @jamkookies @jk97luv @1-in-abillion
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Tick. Tock.
The hands on the clock hanging high above the end of isle 9 tick loudly in time with the pounding of your heart threatening to escape your chest.
Tick. Tock.
You’re stuck. Frozen to the linoleum floor beneath you by the soles of your shoes with a giant, foreboding wall of pregnancy tests in all different brands towering above you. Maybe you should just get one of every kind. Maybe you should ask for help. Your eyes dart from one end of the isle to the other finding only stock boys and creepy men in the pharmacy. Looking back to the wall, a blue box stands out to you. Neon yellow letters advertise that 3 tests come in one pack and you quickly yank it off the peg its slid onto. Your eyes slide down further to the bottom of the wall and a bright pink box display’s the words “FASTER RESULTS” written in all caps and you grab that one too. It holds 2 more test and you wonder vaguely if five tests is too many. Drawing small, firm circles into your temple, you think heavily about how you shouldn’t even have to take a test at all.
Tick. Tock.
You shouldn’t even have to be standing in this isle worrying about what kind to get.
Tick. Tock.
You shouldn’t have to be staying with the boys and-
A ringing in your pocket pulls you from your mind babbles, the screen showing a text from Namjoon.
Joon♥: Y/n. Are you ok? You left without saying anything. And…in a hurry, might I add.
For the first time today, a smile graces your lips and you make a mental note to give him a giant hug when you get home. Quickly you type your reply.
Y/N: I’m fine! Just needed some things from the store. Sorry. Do you need anything from here? I could get some things for dinner if you need me to.
Deciding that five tests is enough, you scramble to get to the check-out line and throw the tests down onto the moving black belt as a ding from your phone signals Namjoon reply.
Joon♥: No, I think we’re ok. Jin is making Yukaejang tonight. Thanks though.
The bags under the cashier’s eyes suggest that she’s probably been here for more hours than she’d like to be as she runs the first box through the red laser in front of her. You can tell by the empathetic look in her eyes that she’s unsure of how you’re feeling about the possibility of being pregnant, but you’re eternally grateful when she doesn’t say anything and just slides both boxes quickly into a small paper bag she had hidden under the counter. You must be frowning because as much as you wish she wouldn’t say anything at all, when she hands you the bag, her smile grows fonder and the pitch of her voice sinks to a low motherly tone you didn’t know you needed to hear.
“I hope you get the results you’re looking for.” She says and turns away from you to the customer behind you. Even though she isn’t looking at you anymore, to the best of your ability you return her smile and rush out of the store to your car. The weight of the tests in the paper bag feels lighter than you imagined, as well as the world of nervousness you carry on your shoulders.
When you arrive at the apartment, you ignore the concerned calls the guys throw at you and rush straight to the bathroom in the hallway. You can feel the way each of the nerves in your body quivers and rips apart into more, smaller, nerves that quiver two times as violently as you open each package of Tests, laying them all out on the counter. They’re all equally as intimidating as the next, but you prepare them all the same. Your hands sweat and shake after you’ve taken them all and the cold edge of the tub you sit upon only offers you a tiny amount of relief as you wait. While you think of all the ways this could literally go ANY slower, as though you were watching a pot of water waiting for it to boil, your mind wonders off in directions you wish it wouldn’t. What if Joon kicks you out? If Yoongi finds out will he fight with the boys again? Beg them to make you leave? You should anyway…shouldn’t you? And what if this is too much for the boys? This is totally unfair of you right? They…don’t deserve this.
Too many minutes pass before Jungkook starts to worry you’ve fallen in the toilet to an entirely different universe. He intends to check your room to see if maybe you’ve snuck out without them knowing. But as he passes door after door, a terrifying, blood curdling scream curls around the door frame of the bathroom, threatening to warp everything in its path as it floods the hall. Barging in feels like the sane thing to do as the hairs on his arms stand on end from the hilt of his elbow to the very tips of his fingers, but he stays glued to the door as he knocks heavily.
“Y/n?! Are you alright?” Jungkook pushes his ear against the door and listens when you don’t answer but he understands why when he hears the unnerving sound of gagging and vomit splashing the back of the porcelain toilet bowl. “I…Can I get you anything? A glass of ice water? Y/n…?” Again, he hears nothing and his worry spikes as he tries the door handle. Normally he wouldn’t invade on your privacy, but he finds the door unlocked and you on the other side with your head in your hands and your lips parted with exhaustion as your body trembles.
“Y/n…” He breathes out and immediately grabs a washcloth out of the vanity drawer, soaking it in warm water. Kneeling next to you, he tucks strands of your hair behind your ear. Tears streak your cheeks, dragging with them streams of black mascara. “Hey. Look at me.” He instructs gently. When you lift your head to look at him, his brows scrunch together sympathetically, and a small smile grows on his lips. He takes his time looking over your face and glides his fingers into your hair, holding you in place to wipe away your tears. The action is a rather intimate one you think, but you watch his concentrated eyes as he worries at your obvious pain.
“Why are you crying, beautiful? What happened?” He asks, blushing only slightly at the endearment he’d let slip, and uses the cloth to wipe your pretty pink lips free of any left-over residue. He’s careful and slow, never missing a single detail. The truth of the situation floats around in your mind. The way Jungkook’s eyes burn into your soul only upsets you further, making telling him the results that much more devastating.
Today marks the 6th day that you’d woken with the violent need to empty your stomach of all its contents. At first you thought nothing of it. Maybe it was something Jin made that you simply didn’t agree with. The second night could have been the 2 and a half bowls of ice cream you and Jimin had consumed together in front of the TV on movie night. The third could have been how you’d brushed your teeth and then downed a glass of orange juice immediately after, gagging when the two substances mixed on your tongue. The fourth day you’d tried to convince yourself that maybe you were sick but with only 2 ugly acts of puking first thing in the morning every morning, you knew this was something different. You’d made all the excuses you could for yourself before you started to panic on the fifth day. Thinking back to your last period and reminding yourself of the current date, your mind had shut down and you’d retreated to bed early during the middle of the show you had been watching with the boys. So far, you were 2 weeks late and counting. Five pregnancy tests and another round of puking that only validated the results later, proved that your worst fear had come true.
And it’s in this moment, looking into Jungkook’s eyes, that you crumble completely. “I…I’m pregnant.” Initially it comes out in a choked sob. But the flickering Diner sign reflects in the toilet water, a horror mirage that makes what comes out next shrill. “That bastard impregnated me!” You screech out, the fear in your voice making Jungkook flinch. He doesn’t know what to say, afraid to tip you over an edge that holds no ground beneath it as a helplessness overrides his every thought and stops his hands from working on drying your tears.
In a rush of speed and worry, one by one the rest of the men come around the corner of the hallway and pile into the bathroom just as Jungkook snaps from his shock and wraps his arms around you, scooping you onto his lap. The cold porcelain of the tub shoots bolts of icy sensations along his back, but your body keeps him warm as he gently shushes your cries. They’re quiet and muffled in the fabric of his shirt but they still kill him a little on the inside. Namjoon, confused by your disheveled state, kneels at his feet and rests his hand on the back of your head.
“What the hell happened, Kook?” He asks, watching the way you bunch up Kooks shirt in your palm.
“Namjoon…” Jimin breathes out as Namjoon raises his head to look at him. The language Jimins body speaks is one of staccato words and stiff motions as one of your five pregnancy tests weighs heavily in his hand. He double, no, triple thinks about giving it to Joon before regrettably handing it over. Joon falls next to Jungkook against the tub and covers his mouth as he examines the test. Two red lines, side by side, stare back him.
Yoongi stands idly by, an arm wrapped around his midsection while the other presses stiffly against his side, heart clenching and fingers playing nervously with the opening of his jeans pocket. Through the small window above the toilet, a flash of lightning strikes too close for comfort and everyone in the bathroom jumps.
“I should have killed that guy. Who the hell does he think he is anyway!? Putting his hands on you! On ANY woman! How dare he put you in this situation! DAMN IT I SHOULD HAVE KILLED HIM!” Namjoon yells. The others stay silent and you peek at the 7 men standing before you. Their faces are twisted with sadness and a new kind of guilt settles in the pit of your stomach for making such beautiful features into blue, blurred paintings. They know now, why you’re here.
“Namjoon…” Jin warns with a loving hand on his brothers’ shoulder.
“I’m sorry…I’m just so…” Namjoon tries to explain but goes radio silent, only the subtle sound of unsteady breathing amongst the boys left over. His eyes rim a dark maroon and the swell of a single tear whelms them, but they never fall.
Outside, a monstrous growl of thunder rolls slowly over Seoul. Heavy drops of rain pelt the earth, leaving the air stagnant with the sweet scent of soil. It contrasts the delicious scent of Yukaejang boiling on the stove that no one seems to want to eat now. Wind howls and rattles the glass of the window, the room going dark as another crack of thunder pounds overhead.
“I’ll get some candles lit.” Jimin announces and quickly leaves the room.
“Kook bring her to the living room. I’ll light the fireplace. Hoseok, gather up some blankets. And Yoongi, pillows. We’ll all sleep together tonight.” Jin snaps into action and orders all his younger brothers to their tasks, the timbre of his voice light and friendly. “Taehyung, can you clean up for Y/n? Maybe get her some fresh pajamas?”
Tae doesn’t move. His eyes are glued to the tests lined in a row on the counter, all of them with double red lines showing on their little screens. All of them giving a new meaning to why you’re here. To why Namjoon brought you here. To why he wanted-no, NEEDED to take care of you.
“Taehyung-ah.” Jin said softer and watched the young one’s eyes move to where Jungkook still cradled you in his arms before turning on his heals, following his eldest brother away from the thickness of the bathroom.
Namjoon leaves too. He says nothing and you don’t expect him too. The soft kiss he leaves on top of your head says enough before he exits.
“Jungkook…I’m scared.” You whisper low enough that you don’t think he heard you over the sound of the downpour outside. But he hugs you closer to him and talks into your hair. Yet again he doesn’t know what to say, what he should say. The first thing that comes to mind seems like the most obvious and the least sensitive, but it feels right.
“Don’t be.” Right. As if that were even an option. Mentally smacking himself for saying that, he doesn’t expect you to curl into him anymore than you already have and squeeze him.
“Okay.” Is all you say, defeated and tired as he stands and carries you with him to his room. You honestly don’t have the strength to disagree but the choice you make to believe him settles something in your heart. If he says don’t be scared, then you won’t be. Taehyung meets you both in the hall, your pajamas in hand as he follows you into Jungkook’s room to leave them for you before exiting. It’s very dark, illuminated only by the occasional flash of lightning. Warmth leaves your body as you’re torn from his body, your hands reaching out and catching his arm and the hem of his shirt before he can get too far away.
“Hey.” He says softly, close enough that you can feel his warm breath dance over the apples of your cheeks. “I’ll be right back. Just getting you some baby wipes for your face, ok? I’ll be back, I promise.” A flash of lighting illuminates his face for a split second and your breath catches at how close he is, and how painfully beautiful he looks. His hair, a heap of black waves, frames his face perfectly. Its’ darkness lightens his chocolate irises and porcelain skin, and only deepens the rosy pink of his lips. They’re parted, his lips, slightly and dripping with his promise as he pulls away from you. You listen to the pitter patter of his feet mix with the raindrops hitting the window and quickly change when you hear him rummaging around in his cabinets.
The pajamas delivered to you were a gift from Jimin and his mountain of Chanel products. A baby pink silk set with the Chanel logo embroidered in black clung to your frame perfectly. The bottoms alone made you want to just sink under Jungkook’s blankets and fall asleep right on the spot. The top has long sleeves that you’re sure are going to be too long for you. Yes, Jimin seems to be just a tad more petit that the rest of the guys but his physique still holds its own strength, a strength you don’t fit into. Still, you pull your top off just as Jungkook steps out from his bathroom. Flashes of light freeze images of your bare back to him. The curve of your side and swell of your hip making him take a slow step forward before the room goes dark again. More flashes reveal to him your arms raised high above your head, your hair waving and grazing your skin as silk slinks down your body. But one last flash shows him the yellowing bruises at your hips and the deep cuts the man’s nails scarred your body with at the small of your back. Clearing his throat so as not to startle you, he walks in your direction, the bag of baby wipes crinkling in his hands the closer he gets.
“Are you ready?” He asks as you turn to him, eyes finally adjusting to the dark as you reach out for him again. He takes your hand in his and glides it up your arm as you lean into him.
“Yeah I think so.” A part of you is afraid to meet the others in the living room. You can imagine it now, the looks on their faces. Disgust. Did you disgust them?
“Do I…disgust you? Or…or do you think the others are disgusted by me now that they know what happened?” You know it’s ridiculous to ask this question, but it gurgles just beneath the surface of your already overflowing mind.
His features become disgruntled in an array of different emotions. “Y/n. If there is anyone that we are disgusted with, it’s the sorry excuse for a man that did this to you.” A quiver breaks through his voice that almost makes you wish you hadn’t brought it up. Even in the darkness of the room, when he cups your cheeks in his gentle hands and strokes your tear stained skin with his thumbs, you’re glad that all your deepest thoughts and emotions come out in front of him. “Trust me when I tell you that there’s nothing in this entire world that could ever make the guys or myself disgusted by you. Okay?” He asks and again you choose to lean on any reason to believe him that he gives you. “Trust me.” Jungkook says softer this time. With unsteady hands you reach up and holds his wrists like they’re the only things keeping you from drowning.
“I trust you.” You whisper and push your cheek deeper into the curve of Jungkook’s palm, who pulls you into his chest and curls his fingers in your hair. Laced with hints of cocoanut and peppermint, the scent of his cologne reminds you of the beach. The warmth of his chest against your cheek makes you think of the sun and the feeling of being baked by its rays. And the sound of his steady breathing feels like your standing in the sand listening to the pulse of the waves as they crash and pull on the shore. For a moment you forget its raining. You forget about the lightning that strikes the ground and the ominous roll of thunder. For a moment…you’re at your happy place.
“Come on. The boys are probably worried.” Protective arms detach from around you, but he doesn’t step away. Instead, with his free hand, he laces your fingers together and guides you to the living room. Everyone is there, and regardless of the mood they had all entered through the bathroom, the new mood they brought to the living room was much lighter. Each of them smiled up at you as you joined then, Jungkook plopping the two of you down on the couch next to Taehyung who had already made you a spot there.
“I hope you like comedy because there’s this hilarious Adam Sandler movie I’ve been waiting to watch.” Hobi announces in a voice that brightens the room, and presses play for the flat screen hanging on the wall. You don’t have time to pay much attention to the movie because Jungkook gets to work opening the package of baby wipes. Long, nimble fingers pull out one of the damp white cloths and presses it to your skin. In carefully calculated swipes, Jungkook clears your face of all the residue left over from your make up. You watch his eyes. They’re stunning, you think to yourself. His extra dark chocolate orbs turn into a nutty honey color under the flickering light of the candles lit and scattered around the living room. And the deeper you look, the more you see. A ring of coal black encircles them, matching the void in the center. Cracks that resemble that of the bark of trees trap flecks of gold within them. Though you know how young he is, its as if you can see every age ring within him, see the oldest of oaks, a golden wood.
With each swipe, he becomes less concentrated, less accurate in his movements and finds himself going over parts of your face he knows he’s already cleaned but he chooses them as his favorite’s as he goes over them one last time. The line of your jaw just under your ear, the very top of your cheekbone just under your eye, and the thin path of your nose that buttons right at the end. It’s only when he catches your eyes on him that he remembers what he’s doing.
“Um. I think we’re done.” He says quietly, dropping his head down to attempt to hide the way he sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth, but you don’t miss it. And you definitely don’t miss the adorably tiny mole just under his bottom lip. How enchanting, you think. “I’m going to put this away and grab an extra pillow. Do you need anything?” He asks, daring to peek at you.
“Maybe an extra blanket?” Behind you, you observe a sleeping Tae curled up into the corner of the couch with his arms covering his face. A light snore seeps through his plush lips and the blanket he’d gathered for you on the couch was cocooned around him. “Mine is being used.” You say through a small giggle as you turn back to Jungkook who smiles down at his sleeping friend and nods.
“Ill be right back.” He races off down the hall, leaving you with the rest of the guys. Hobi and Jimin are snuggled up together under the same blanket on the floor, clinging to each other as they giggle and chuckle at the scenes playing before them. Namjoon reads with his back pressed into Jin who snores louder than Tae, in a lounge chair. His long legs are stretched out in front of him, reading glasses resting on the edge of his nose as he turns page after page. Its ridiculously adorable how both unbothered and comforted by his older brother he is. Jin stirs in his sleep and Joon looks up just long enough to make sure he’s ok and you smile. Suga sits with his back against the leg of the coffee table and his arms folded over his chest. His eyes are closed but you can tell he isn’t asleep by the way his foot ticks to a beat you can’t hear. From what you can see he doesn’t seem to have any headphones in but he’s listening to a song only he can hear. You wish you could hear it too.
Jungkook returns as quickly as he can, a pillow and the comforter from his bed spilling out of his arms as he approaches you. Into the opposite corner from Tae, kook throws one of the pillows behind his head and places the other into his side for you. If he were anyone else besides Joon, you probably would have hesitated. However, as you lay your head upon the pillow and tuck your legs behind Tae’s, you can’t imagine being anywhere else. You take one last look around the room and find a comfort in it you can only recall experiencing one other time in your life; your friendship with Joon.
Sparring a glance at your childhood friend, your savior in many ways, an old smile you’ve smiled more times than you can count perks up the corners of your lips. He’s sound asleep, the book in his hands closed on his lap as his glasses tip closer and closer to the end of his nose while he breathes deeply, his head tilted to the side in an endearing way. Before long, Jungkook goes limp beneath you as well. Both your bodies and minds calm from the stress and excitement of the day as the thunder outside persists, all of it a natural lullaby that’s sung to you one note at a time. You are only granted a moment long enough to wonder if this is the song Yoongi is listening to, but as soon as you focus on all the components to the song, the lyrics, the melody, the tempo, you’re drifting far, far, off into dreamland.
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dejayoonw · 5 years ago
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part 27 : static screams | loser baby
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"i'm watching, i'm waiting, i'm aching, suffocating. i'm breathing, i'm speaking, can you hear me? i'm screaming for you."
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"Your phone has been going off, babe." yoongi mumbled while lightly shaking yn, as if his deep gravely voice wasn't enough to wake her. they'd decided to spend their saturday studying which had ended in them taking a three hour nap on his bed. yn rolled over, blindly reaching for her phone when it started ringing again. without checking it she answered the call ready to go off on whoever was blowing her phone up.
"Who the hell,"
"Yn, thank god. I need to see you. Can you meet me in the library?" jeongguk interrupted, ignoring her cursing. he knew her well enough to know he'd woken her up just by the sound of her voice but he couldn't really care less. his adrenaline was far too high to worry about her nap schedule.
"What? Why?" yn said rolling back over into yoongi who gladly welcomed her, wrapping his arms around her waist. the shock of hearing jeongguk’s voice not quite sinking in yet.
"It's kind of a long story, please just come, it's important." jeongguk pleaded, his voice full of desperation. yn's mind finally seemed to begin working properly, racing with the possibilities. had something happened with him and taehyung? the idea of jeongguk needing support had yn sitting up and gathering her things without a second thought.
"Okay, I'll be there soon." yn told her friend, worry clear in her voice. jeongguk could feel the guilt welling up in the pit of his stomach as they ended their call. yn was none the wiser, thinking something was seriously wrong when the real trouble had yet to begin. yn looked over at her boyfriend who was now sitting at the edge of his bed watching her with concern. "Oh shit, yoongi, I'm sorry I didn't even ask,"
"Don't even finish that sentence. You don't have to ask me to do shit." yoongi interrupted, almost offended the thought had even crossed her mind. in all honesty it made him happy to see her and jeongguk getting back on good terms, even if the younger boy clearly hated yoongi, that was yn's best friend. it was clear to him how much he meant to her, the only thing that mattered to yoongi was that yn was happy.
"You're the best, I don't know what's going on with Guk but maybe if it's not late when I get back to the dorm we could sneak up to the roof?" yn suggested, stepping in between yoongi's parted thighs, her hands wrapping around the back of his neck while a playful smile toyed at her lips. yoongi's let his hands rest on the backs of her thighs, squeezing lightly.
"I guess I could check my schedule." he teased making her swat at him lightly with a laugh. With one last peck yn left yoongi's room, heading straight for the library.
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"Hey Guk, is everything okay? I'm sorry it took me so long I was, oh, hey Jin." the library was mostly empty since it was a saturday, the only person besides the three of them being the elderly librarian who was currently taking a nap at her desk. yn had spotted jeongguk at the back of the room quickly but she'd missed jin sitting at the other end of the table. quickly she realized something was up and it was most likely not relationship problems. "What's going on?"
"Um, well there's a lot we have to tell you, do you, you might want to sit down." jeongguk was nervous, something yn rarely saw but wasn't exactly a stranger to. normally he'd only get this way when his parents would catch them doing magic in the back yard, or that time he had a crush on kim mingyu who shamelessly flirted with jeongguk before he'd come out. if jeongguk was this nervous yn could only imagine what he had to say, so she took the seat across from him, glancing back and forth from him and their older friend while both seemed to avoid meeting her gaze.
"To start, I should tell you that everything we tell you right now, it has to be kept a secret. It's against the law to speak of it and if we get caught it'll be bad for all of us." jin said quietly, finally moving to the seat next to jeongguk. jin cast an invisibility spell over the three of them, making yn wonder what on earth she was here for. it was then yn noticed the folder and yearbook in his hand, she froze when she saw the familiar book jin held, it was the same one she’d looked at towards the beginning of the semester.
"Why do you have a yearbook from 1994?" yn asked her eyes not leaving the solid white book with the schools logo printed on the front.
"1994 was the year my parents graduated, same for jeongguk's dad. the next year jeongguk's mom, and your parents graduated. the six of them were all friends, kind of like you jeongguk, jimin and taehyung, they grew up together, came to this school and graduated as best friends." jin's confession took a moment to hit yn. the jeon's, who had been more like parents to her than her own aunts had known her real parents. if this was true why had neither of them had ever mentioned it before? they always acted like they hardly knew her aunts and had even listened to her when she’d talk about her parents like it was the first time they’d heard of them.
"The jeon’s, they knew? But they never,"
"They couldn't say anything. Your parents death was a tragedy and it effected everyone. When it happened there had been so many other things leading up to it. Witches were scared to leave the coven, they started keeping their children from training, many even 'going off the grid'. So in attempts to fix everything there were rules put in place. Most of them made sense, some didn't. One of them being that no one was ever allowed to speak of august the fifth, the day your parents were murdered." yn choked on her own breath, the bluntness of jin's words being nearly too much for her to handle. she'd never heard the story of her parents death, she'd always thought it was strange that no one seemed to know anything about it. everything jin said so far was adding up to the vague pieces of information she'd gathered so far.
"Who, who killed them? How do you know all of this?" yn managed to choke out.
"My parents told me when I was in high school. The woman that killed your parents was called Min Hayoon. She was Jaesun's mother." jin said slowly, in hopes of giving yn time to process the news. jeongguk on the other hand, he let his adrenaline get the best of him.
"Yoongi's aunt. His aunt killed your parents yn, and he didn't tell you." yn's mind was spinning from it all. there was no way it was true, yoongi wouldn't do that to her. he couldn't, could he? "It's the truth, look we even have proof."
the file was slapped open to show pages of information on min hayoon. yn's eyes scanned the page, praying this was some kind of sick joke. but there it was, laid out on old faded legal paper was the dreadful truth.
January 6th, 1997: Min was charged with first-degree murder, feeding on other witches, also accused of practicing dark magic
April 17th, 1997: Min was sentenced 60 years to life in the Maleficarum Carcerem(prison of witches)
July 4th, 1997: Min moved to isolation for behavioral issues
August 4th, 1997: Min escaped during transfer back to main facility
August 5th, 1997: Min executed by magic, unknown source. Min family chose not to investigate further
"There's a picture of Yoongi's aunt with your dad, they were obviously friends in school or maybe even something more." jeongguk added pushing the old yearbook in yn's face not even noticing the tears in her eyes. "Shit Yn, your aunts, they're not even human. They were born witches but they lost their powers that night. They worked together with your parents, my parents and Jin’s parents to protect you from her. They knew she was coming. Your mom and mine put a protection spell on you, connecting you to me, that way as long as I was kept safe you would be too, my mom was eight months pregnant with me at the time. Yn that's why I've always had that protective instinct over you."
"How long have you known?" yn asked, eyes snapping up to meet jeongguk's. he was talking like this wasn't new information to him. she hoped jin had only filled him in that day but the way his eyes filled with relief the more he spoke, like he’d been holding it in for a while made her skeptical.
"Um, well I, Jin hyung told me a while ago," it was as if the initial high from finally being able to spill everything had worn off and he'd just noticed yn's appearance. her eyes red from holding back tears, her mascara smudged slightly from the few that had managed to slip past. aside from the obvious signs jeongguk could see the pain in her eyes and it was then he realized how wrong he'd been in the way he went about all of this. "I just couldn't tell you before, I wanted to but I,"
"So why now?" yn questioned her anger building up. she felt betrayed. jeongguk was supposed to be her best friend, he knew her better than anyone. he'd held her many times in their years growing up while she cried over her parents. he knew how she longed to know them.
"Well because you, you were dating Yoongi and he's obviously not who he says he is." jeongguk stuttered only now realizing how stupid he sounded. he glanced over at jin who was visibly cringing, clearly sharing similar thoughts with his younger friend. "I just could sit by and watch him hurt you."
"What and you thought this wouldn't hurt me?" yn asked, her head falling to the side slightly. she felt so much pain in that moment for so many reasons. "How long?"
"Not that long, really,"
"How long, Jeongguk." yn demanded, her voice raising slightly. jin was watching everything unfold nervously, not sure where this was heading. he wanted to speak up but his mouth seemed to be glued shut.
"Since the first week of school." jeongguk said quietly, hanging his head, not able to meet yn's eyes.
"It's my fault, I wouldn't let him tell you yn, I made him promise." jin finally said in attempts to take some of the heat off the younger boy. the fire in yn's eyes when they met his told him that he'd probably done more damage than helped.
"Oh he promised? Well okay then. I guess I'll forgive the fact that my best friend of eight years found out how my parents died and didn't tell me. I'll just get over him knowing how hard it's been for me going on not knowing anything about them besides a handful of vague details, knowing how lost I've felt my whole life, and still choosing not to tell me because he made a promise to a guy he had just met."  yn's anger progressed with every second. she had never been so mad at jeongguk in her life, she'd never been so mad at anyone. how could he do this to her? how could he walk around knowing the one thing she longed to know and choose not to tell her? "God, I don't even know who you are anymore. You know I've been so upset because it's clear to me that we've been growing apart and I was so torn up thinking I was losing you, but now? I wouldn't bat an eye if I never saw you again."
"Yn, please don't say that, you don't, you don't mean that you're just mad." jeongguk pleaded, his voice cracking in fear. he hoped that he was right but somewhere not so deep down he knew he was probably wrong. jin felt his own heart break for his two friends, he couldn't help but blame himself in all of this. if he had just kept what he knew to himself jeongguk wouldn't have been betraying yn to begin with. or if he had just told her himself neither of them would be this hurt. he thought he was doing the right thing but seeing yn's cold eyes staring into jeongguk's pleading ones was proof that he'd completely fucked up.
"No Jeongguk I'm not 'just mad'. I'm hurt, I feel betrayed. Over the last eight years we've been in a handful of arguments, and each one I've forgiven you if you were the one in the wrong but this time, no. This is the last time you lie to me, and don't you dare say you didn't lie because I flat out asked you if you'd heard anything about my parents when I found out they were from different factions and you said no." by now the tears jeongguk had been keeping in had pushed their way past the dam he'd built up. yn was right, he'd betrayed her. he ruined their friendship and there was likely no going back. "You should go, I want you to go. Both of you."
yn could feel the rage coursing through her veins and the longer she looked at them the worse it got. jeongguk had seen this look before, once upon a time he was the sole person that could pull her back down from these fits, now he was the one causing it.
"Yn please I,"
"I said go!" yn snapped, her voice along with her hands slamming down on the table was comparable to a clap of thunder. unintentionally she sent every book in the library flying off the shelves. jin's feet were moving faster than his mind, his invisibility spell breaking as soon as he turned away. jeongguk was frozen in place, his heart breaking at the sight of his best friends pain. her eyes burned with anger and sadness as she continued to scream and tear the room apart. he knew this was his fault. he forced himself to watch the teacher detain her with a spell and carry her out of the room not even registering the second one coming in to drag him behind them, this was his fault.
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liveonmtv · 5 years ago
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cash machine || kth
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pairing: kim taehyung/f!reader genre: fluff & humor. crack actually. crack cocaine. word count: 11.1k warnings: strong language, drinking, an unwated kiss (not from tae), unsanitary jokes (i’m immature), implied sex, vomiting extra: (fr)enemies to lovers, road trip au, rich kids au but it’s barely there also they’re on summer vacation, also this story takes place in the usa JUST to drag the trip out tbh
summary: Jungkook and Seokjin get a little problematic, you have anger issues and Taehyung is under the impression that he killed a man. Also, did you mention that you’re on your way to your unfunny cousin’s wedding? Go on a road trip from Missouri to Las Vegas and you’ll be in for a hilarious yet scary experience! 
a/n: hi! i’m just starting this account out, so reblogging would mean a lot to me. i’m a novice to writing, so criticism is welcome as long as you’re not rude about it. have fun reading (i hope)! i also have a jungkook fic planned next (:
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Jungkook has that look in his face, the one he makes where the person sitting opposite of him is about as depraved as he is. He’s given it to you while you were explaining to him how to scam desperate men under the preface of a faux premium Snapchat and he’s given it to Jimin when they were finishing their high school careers and decided to release grasshoppers in the principal’s office. 
However, if there’s one person that’s about as fucked up in the head as he is, it’s Seokjin. The man also suffers from SMSTS as well (Serious Misconception of Sexual Tension Syndrome, and yes, that’s quite a lot of s’s), which doesn’t hurt given the current affairs. 
While Jungkook is aware that Jimin and Hoseok are always up for a bit of mischief, he has ruled them both out as incompetents and moved on to the real deal. Jimin has these rare moments of sanity and Hoseok, as your most loyal little bitchboy, would probably tattle the situation with made-up details to you before the plan is even set in action. 
So, Seokjin it is. 
The story begins in a faraway land before Jungkook knew about the tragic facets of your family’s relationships. Though his friend group is on good terms with your siblings and your other close relatives are aware of their existence and somehow only have good things to say about them, he never thought they’d be invited to your cousin’s wedding. To be fair, you had to do some serious persuasion for your family to allow you to invite six more people to somebody else’s wedding so there’s that factor contributing, but still, the offer is out of the blue.
Somewhere along the way, you went on a tangent about how much you hate your cousin and how your aunt doesn’t have eyebrows and how bothersome it is to look at her face. Your horror stories were mostly you just being your usual dramatic self, but they also revealed that the [L/n]s aren’t what they appear to be. 
You begged and begged for them to accept the invitations, and though Namjoon and Yoongi, unfortunately, couldn’t make it, the others agreed. 
Then arose the problem of the sixth spot that couldn’t be filled. You would’ve just let it be but your parents insisted that if you’re going to ask for something, you should fulfill it until the end. It was Namjoon you’d asked to come first, but he was busy with visiting family back in Seoul, and Yoongi then declared that he didn’t feel like humoring you this once. And that was the exact moment Jungkook decided to strike.
“You want to play matchmaker?” Jin asks. And though he looks almost skeptical, his tone is definitely an excited one. “With [Y/n] and Tae, of all people?” 
“Well yes, think about it logically,” he explains as he is about to say something completely illogical. “She has that sixth spot to fill, she has no other friends and they’re perfect for each other. All the other shit we’re gonna pull is just for fun, though.”  
Jin laughs an evil laugh, always one to be up for evil schemes. Just another evil day in the evil life of Kim Seokjin. “Well, [Y/n] is Tae’s perfect mean girl. And that girl needs either therapy or to get laid, but like, same.” 
“See? You get me.”
“To be fair, I think that goes for all of us. No offense.” 
“None taken,” Jungkook agrees. “Anyways, I was thinking of a… road trip.” 
“Well you didn’t have to be so dramatic about it, this isn’t The Godfather. Though I do feel like I’ve definitely got a bit of Michael Corleone in me.” 
Jungkook shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly at the other fiend’s remark. “You can pray to god all you want. Here in these streets, the only thing we believe in is El Chapo.” 
“I— Okay…” 
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[11:05] LeBruh James: wtf is wrong with u
[11:05] LeBruh James: get help seriously
[11:06] jk the slump god: all i said was that u should invite taehyung as the 6th person to ur cussin’s wedding 
[11:06] jk the slump god: overreacting arent we 
[11:10] LeBruh James: what the hell is a cussin bitch im gonna kill u
[11:13] jk the slump god: not like u have anyone else to invite tho 
[11:13] jk the slump god: hes not that bad ur just being urself
[11:14] LeBruh James: ur literally Not helping ur case rn
[09:45] LeBruh James: none of the girls want to gooooo
[09:45] LeBruh James: fine if it has to be taehyung ig ill live w it
[10:30] jk the slump god: great he already said yes
[10:30] jk the slump god: btw we’re gonna go in las vegas at the end of a road trip u in?
[10:33] LeBruh James: HE SAID YES BEFORE I EVEN INVITED HIM…
[10:33] LeBruh James: EYE. OK.
[10:33] LeBruh James: on one hand i kind of dont want to see any of u but if ur all gone i wont have anything to do b4 the wedding so i guess im in by proxy
[10:34] jk the slump god: lovely doing business with u y/n-chan
[10:36] LeBruh James: call me y/n-chan again and I Will Put ur Dick-Chan in a Freezer-sama and then Cut-san it off
[10:39] jk the slump god: i dont think ur using the honorifics correctly tbh..
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“I don’t see how this is a good idea,” you state with a dramatic pout while looking out of the window. Your expression is solemn. 
Taehyung kind of can’t believe that you’re throwing a tantrum just because you had to sit next to him in the three-row SUV, but on the other hand, he’s kind of into it. You’re more appalled by the fact that he’s not as disgusting up close as you’d imagined him to be. Well granted, you’re being immature, but it’s your shtick so they take it with a grain of salt.
“Why’s that?” Jungkook asks obtusely. He ruined your life the moment he started calling you [Y/n]-chan and he has that bad case of crazy eyes he gets sometimes when you look at his reflection in the mirror going on right now. You’d be more understanding of his condition, hadn’t your trip started barely five minutes ago. 
“What do you mean why is that? We’re all unstable backstabbing lunatics, do you think we can survive together for six whole days?! Stranded or even in a hotel? And then the ride back to Springfield?”
“Hotel? You’re funny. It’s always been my dream to sleep in a motel,” Jin pipes up. 
“Seriously? No limo, now this.”
“Hotel, motel, holiday inn,” Hoseok starts singing. Perhaps if it was queen Britney, it would’ve curbed your temper but fate doesn’t seem to be that kind. 
“Hotel, motel, holiday inn! Hotel, motel, holiday inn! Hotel, motel, holiday inn!” 
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“So we’re not going to visit the Grand Canyon?” 
“It’s in Nevada,” Jimin explains. “We don’t have any business there except for going to the wedding. I’d be more down to do it if I wasn’t afraid that one of us, meaning [Y/n], would push one of the others, meaning you, in the gutter.” 
“Just a little visit?” Taehyung is talented at only hearing what he wants to hear. However, that doesn’t make the conversation any more productive.
“Well not to be the acrophobic buzzkill, but why are you so adamant about visiting the Grand Canyon?” This is the first time you’ve directly addressed Taehyung since the beginning of these mind-numbing two hours. Jin, hands still on the wheel, dares to take a peek at Jungkook and smile an asshole-type smile before almost accidentally crashing into a pole. 
“Watch the road!” Hoseok cries out. Everyone else either refuses to acknowledge what just occurred or decides to spare themselves from doing so.
“Jin says that he always wanted to sleep in a motel. I have another dream.” 
“To visit the Grand Canyon?”
“Not exactly. I want to take a shit in there and see if I can hear it splatter. Think that’s possible?”
“Maybe if you angle your butthole the right way—” Jimin’s explanation is cut short.
“Oh my god, you are disgusting. Shut up. I don’t want to hear it.”  
“What did I tell you about El Chapo, [N/n]?” 
“What about El Chapo?”
“Holy shit, I think I’m confusing conversations,” Jungkook admits. Jin offers no more than an eye-roll.
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Tulsa is a dump, really. Unfortunate that you had to make a stop here but also you’re satisfied because your right asscheek feels numb right now. Might have to take Kelly for a walk, though.  
Taehyung stumbles out of the vehicle after you and all six of you seize each other fleetingly before making your way towards the gas station, a tense sort of silence following. You’re first to speak up. “Y’know, I’ve been listening to your voices for so long now that I don’t wanna look at your faces.” 
“This tbh,” Hoseok agrees with your most profound sentiments as per the usual. He’s quick to match your pace, trailing after you like a lost puppy, successfully getting Taehyung out of his way. He puts his arm around your shoulders casually and you give him that sardonic smile that’s only really reserved for him.
“Don’t say tee-bee-aytch out loud. I get humiliation by proxy.” 
Jungkook makes an exaggerated gagging sound before nudging Taehyung subtly enough that Jin is the only one who sees the interaction. Though the eldest had agreed with his deranged idea, there’s one thing that Kook knows that Jin hasn’t come to find out. 
Taehyung has an ongoing problem or maybe he’s a masochist. He’s always been one to internally get attached to these girls who’d never give him the time of day, who can’t stand him at all. The tragedy-comedy that is his best friend’s love life started on a rainy day in second grade when a girl by the name of Seulbi punched him in the face and he was hooked on her for three years after. 
After the infamous Seulbi, came Yeonji from the cheerleading club who blew off his invite to his first-ever party when they were fifteen. She’d called him a loser to his face and he was smitten with her for a while, too. 
And then, you appeared in his life seemingly out of nowhere. Hoseok’s catty best friend with a tongue sharper than her stilettos and lipstick that goes perfectly with her skin tone. 
Of course, he was aware of your existence prior to that accident he calls his first conversation with you—be it from the exciting yet flat-out brain dead antics Hoseok would describe you’d gotten caught up in at the time or from the sound of your heels sinking into the floor promptly before you entered math class.  You were always late but claimed that the teacher should be grateful because you cut in line to arrive at school earlier. You always had one of those shitty overrated pumpkin spice lattes in your manicured hands. 
Simply put, Taehyung likes you. Though after your disastrous first meeting during which, blunt-natured and seemingly lacking a sense of self-preservation, he called you a stuck up moron and you threatened to make an attempt at his life. With your bullheaded nature, things never did solve themselves after that one instance.
It’s not something that he’s expressed outwardly, but Jungkook knows him better than he knows the back of his hand. Unfortunately, he knows you too, even if not as well and he knows how you can’t get a boyfriend because you either scare them away or you find out they’re only after a quick fuck and some money. 
Regardless, Jungkook writes off his inner ramblings as irrelevant before turning to Jin in what could be described as a conspirative manner. While clumsily handing the cashier gas money, he whispers something in the other man’s ear and Jin’s eyes literally twinkle like he’s in a low-budget porno. 
He nods, furiously so, and the cashier simply stares at them like they’re two idiots that somehow merged into one. It’s not a pretty sight. 
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“What? We’re sleeping out here?” Your whining is to be expected by now. Had any of your friends written an actual, physical, list of all the things you’ve complained about so far, it’d probably fill a notebook. Thankfully enough, said list remained as a mental compilation of your not-so-epic moments. “What about the motel?” 
“Oh, so now you want a motel?” Jin quips back with a smirk. “They always come ‘round.” 
Despite his boasting and apparent eagerness to go to a motel, that doesn’t change the fact that you all find yourselves in a campsite. You’re not an outdoor person save for going to parties or on a shopping spree with Hoseok. And well, your surroundings are a bit too green right now.
Taehyung is the next person to speak up, with a tense posture and his arms crossed over his chest, almost defiantly so. “Honestly, if you don’t want to be here, I don’t understand why you keep coming to these things.”
“Well, I don’t understand why I had to invite your dumb ass here either. I guess the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.” 
“Yeah, I thought Namjoon or Yoongi would be more fitting for your taste of guest,” he says, outright taunting you now, as if to remind you of your failed love rendezvous with your now close friends. 
“Well yeah, but they both denied, so I had to invite you.” 
“Ah,” he gives a slight sigh and you dismiss the sadness you register in his voice as something deserved for annoying you, “that does make more sense. Lucky me, I guess.”
“Awkies,” Jungkook announces as if it’s something that needs to be announced. Hoseok simply shrugs, and though you’re definitely not looking forward to sleeping out in the woods, he seems excited to try something new. 
There’s something hilarious about seeing a bunch of upper-class kids trying to set up tents and start a fire. You’ve converted to the cavemen with Hoseok, seemingly unaware that engaging in a one-sided debate with a bundle of sticks won’t make them randomly engulf in flames while Hoseok is trying out a trick he saw in the movies.
Honestly, it’s enough of a miracle that you actually went out in the woods and helped without tripping your silly ass and getting lost among the catacombs. Granted, Hoseok would’ve been compassionate enough to look for you had you gotten lost, but you probably wouldn’t get over the trauma of being covered in mud. 
Taehyung notices you both struggling. Part of him wants to make amends with you and a bigger part of him wants to leave Jimin to scramble on his own. Not that he’s sadistic or anything, he just likes seeing others suffer sometimes for entertainment purposes. 
Anyways. 
He approaches casually, like the kind of casual where you can tell that the person has an ulterior motive that they don’t want to reveal. Hoseok appears happy to see him, like he’s a savior on a white horse, while you don’t acknowledge him that much except for a sharp question regarding what he wants. 
He greets the older boy with one of these grins you won’t admit you enjoy looking at before roaming through the pockets of his jacket. Now that you’ve noticed him wearing one, you come to the sudden realization that it is getting quite breezy. 
Taehyung has the habit of scrunching his nose when he’s looking for something and then unconsciously smile broadly after succeeding in finding it. You don’t like that you’re aware of that and you especially don’t like that you can pinpoint the repetitive action.
It appears that Taehyung was looking for a lighter, of all things. 
“I thought you quit smoking?” You simply give him an incredulous look. 
He doesn’t grace you with an answer. Though he doesn’t reek of the putrid smell, you’re still hoping that the answer to that question is yes. Instead of soothing your curiosity, however, he uses the lighter to ignite a spark in the firewood and you guess that it’ll have to do.
“Well, that was quite pathetic,” you comment unhelpfully. 
“Better than Hobi’s attempts and uh, whatever the fuck you were doing.” 
Hoseok is enthusiastic to announce that the bonfire’s ready. You watch the clumsily prepped three tents in disinterest, not bothering to defend your attempt at enchantment to him. “Hoseokie, you’re gonna share a tent with me right?” 
“Hoseokie,” Jin repeats, but in good fun, “I thought you were gonna crash with me tonight?”
You roll your eyes before redirecting your gaze towards Jimin and Jungkook. By the guilty smile Jungkook gives you, you can tell he doesn’t plan on letting Jimin out of his clown clutches. You narrow your expression and jut your lip out disapprovingly. 
“Well, Mr. Handsome,” Jin interrupts whatever you have to say with a thank you, “since you and Kook have been jointed by the assholes since we got here, I don’t see what the problem is.” 
“I think you’re just saying that because you don’t wanna sleep with Tae,” Hoseok comments obliviously. 
“What he said. Also, these crackwhores are planning something, and I’m going to find out what.”
“Well, you’re in tough luck because Hoseok promised,” Jin argues, emphasizing the word promise. He has a shit-eating grin on his face and he’s not even denying your accusation. 
Taehyung coughs once. The second time is overkill and sounds even faker than the first one. “Sorry, but if [Y/n] isn’t comfortable sharing the tent with me, it doesn’t really matter what Hoseok promised.” 
You gape at him. This is probably the first intelligent thing that you’ve heard come out of his mouth. You almost reconsider your treatment of him after that, but then you remember that a guy being half-decent isn’t something you’re supposed to celebrate. You suppose that even he looks like a saint compared to some of your exes.
Everyone notices the conflict on your face but doesn’t say anything about it. Jin admits that Taehyung’s right with a wail yet the tension doesn’t dissolve, somehow. You excuse yourself by declaring that you’re going to get the blankets out of the SUV. 
“Damn, that bad huh?” Jungkook laughs. It’s the hyena laugh that kind of doesn’t suit his face but also the one he does when he’s having fun for no good reason. 
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“I heard in the girls’ bathroom once that this girl went on a diet where she only eats bananas for three months. Like, five a day,” you explain while you munch on your banana in front of the bonfire. Needless to say, you’ve come out to be severely underprepared in terms of food on your first day. 
“That sounds like a strategy to make yourself unhinged,” Hoseok retorts. He believes your story but he’s skeptical about that banana business. “I’d never do that.” 
“Me neither. Diets are stupid, anyway, can’t a bitch eat?” 
Jungkook reaches over and high-fives you, looking at you like you’ve just invented air or some shit. “Amen to that sister.” 
“By the way, what’s the plan for tomorrow?” Jimin is the one to speak up this time. 
“I have quite the plan for you, alright,” Jin laughs. His next statement, however, is the embodiment of his immature nature. “But that banana talk had me all distracted.”
Everyone collectively groans. You’re not really sure if what he said would classify as a dad joke at this point; you’re now entering single-and-desperate-dad joke territory. Can’t say that you’d enjoy it coming from someone else, but Jin is Jin.
“Anyways,” he dismisses his previous remark with an easy-going smile and a wave of his hand in thin air, “we’re going to a breakfast place first thing in the morning. By foot.” 
His grin is mischievous. You think this is the worst idea he’s had yet and no one else present seems attracted by the prospect of it either, so you vocally oppose him with a raised brow. “Don’t you realize how likely it is we’ll get lost?” 
“Yeah, I also don’t wanna walk too much.” Hoseok’s always one to back you up.
“Technology doesn’t lie, [Y/n].”
“If technology doesn’t lie how come I had a D on my maths test in junior year when I used Photomath?” 
Hoseok agrees, remembering the incident. That day was truly one of sorrow. 
“Technology only lies if you’re gullible enough,” Jin now changes the narrative. 
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You sneak out of your and Hoseok’s tent with a brief explanation thrown over your shoulder. Something about getting your make-up wipes from the trunk. Hoseok mutters inspiring words of advice—be careful, it’s dark and who knows what animal puke is on the ground—and you stumble your way to the SUV. 
Shoving the keys in the hole proves to be a difficult task, however. You aimlessly jut it in, hoping to hit the correct place by some sort of miracle. This is the moment that you realize that your eyes aren’t so good at adapting to the darkness. 
“Hey, what’re you doing?”
You jump up out of pure reflex. Startled, you whip around with a bemused look on your face. You’re gonna get wrinkles, damn it. 
“Woah, girl jumps in heels,” Taehyung comments dryly. 
“Don’t sneak up on me, you idiot cokehead,” you retort. You’re not sure why you said that. He’s not a cokehead. 
“No, but seriously, what’re you doing?” 
“I’m trying to look for my make-up wipes.” 
Taehyung takes the keys from you. Without half as much fumbling as you’d done previously, he opens the trunk and you proceed with looking through your purse, only to come to the conclusion that you’ve forgotten your make-up lines somewhere. There’s now a new resolve, clear as day in your twisted mind—you have to find the supermarket you passed by on your way here and buy new ones.
“Did you find them?”
“No.” You scoff. An angry thaw and the trunk is now closed. “I’m going to buy some.” 
“Woah, calm down tiger. Can’t you just sleep with it?” 
“No! Do you know how bad that is for your skin?” 
“Well, we could find a river and you could wipe your face with the dirty water.” 
You give him a blank stare, barely suppressing a small giggle. “Do you understand how ridiculous you’re being?” 
“I’m being ridiculous?”
Silence.
“...You’re not planning to go off in the woods during the dawn of asscrack, right?” 
“The what? Yeah.”
Taehyung looks towards your tent only to see that the light is completely shut down. Hoseok must be asleep already. “I’ll go with you.” 
You roll your eyes. “Do whatever you want.” 
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“So, why do you hate your cousin so much?” Taehyung asks abruptly from behind you. 
Most of your walk has been a silent one, so far, except for an occasional grumble from you and an absentminded one-liner from him. There’s also the sound of sticks crumbling under your high-heels that’s slightly irritating. 
“Because she’s unfunny,” you reply seriously.
“You have issues.” This is probably the least significant reason someone has ever hated somebody else for, in the entire history of hatred. Strangely enough, however, Taehyung can’t help finding it endearing how outlandish you can be.
“I’m sorry, I must have Alzheimer’s because I don’t remember asking,” you snap with a roll of your eyes. 
“You know, I have a dog,” he begins dramatically. “And sometimes he shits on the carpet and one time he puked on me, but I still love him very much. He’s gang, you feel?” 
“I don’t see how that helps with my family situation.”
“I never said it’s supposed to help, I just wanted to talk about myself.” He snickers. You’re getting the most violent of urges. 
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Leering over the thin metal fence that looms over an otherwise mundane hill gives you an idea. Down the admittedly high hill, the supermarket is obnoxiously lit up. However, the hideous sight doesn’t deter you—this is what your nirvana looks like in the given moment.
With one bold move, you lift your leg up the fence and Taehyung considers you, your motives and perhaps even your life until now. “What are you doing?” 
“It’ll be faster if I go down the hill.” 
“You’re gonna break your ankles in these shoes,” he rebuts, his voice a tilted monotone. “Also, I can see your underwear like this.” 
“Perveeeeert.” This is your final taunt before you do make it over the short fence and onto the other side. Examining the hill from up close—but not before you roll your miniskirt down—you come to two conclusions. The first one is that it’s quite steep and the second one comes when you’re one step down, that maybe, just maybe, you’re a bit deranged.
With your back turned to him, you don’t get to see Taehyung experiencing the five stages of grief. There’s obvious conflict on his face and to be precise, his current dilemma is between worry for you and a lack of power to stop you. Perhaps had you turned around, you’d find the sight entertaining.
His movements are leisurely once he does get in motion. Taehyung’s plan is to simply help you up now that he noticed that you’re hesitating to go further than you’ve already gone. 
His voice cutting through the night’s silence startles you. “Hey, you really shouldn’t do this.” 
You stumble. 
As tragic as that is, there’s something else to placate you; you’ve never seen Taehyung move so fast. Not even during the blip test in high school. The rest of his actions are less endearing—he throws you over his shoulder carelessly, stumbles onto the sidewalk and drops you like it’s hot. And then your legs are a bit wobbly, but you pretend they aren’t. 
The unnerving silence remains all the way to the supermarket, then back to the campsite and even when Taehyung’s awkwardly using his phone as a flashlight in your face while you remove your make-up. There’s nothing to say, except maybe if he were to ask you a question that’s not to your liking.
(He’s not that bad.)
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Jin is in a hurry, but you’re not sure what for. It’s been practically less than a day since you started this road trip, but it feels longer. You’re conflicted about how to feel regarding that, but even so, Jimin and Hoseok’s enthusiasm is hard to ignore. 
The feline smile on your face drops the moment Jungkook basically drags you out of your tent, bare-faced and severely underdressed. Well, to be honest, you blend in with them just fine, but in your head, you’re severely underdressed. Something more boujee is usually your style, but you realize your predicament won’t magically change the longer you’re walking in what feels like the middle of nowhere. 
Tusla is gross, yes, but maybe Oklahoma is just gross in general. 
When you’re unhappy, you don’t get shy about it—honesty is the best policy, after all. So you’re going on one of those annoying tangents you like to go on like it’s second nature to you. Maybe it is. 
Taehyung drones out whatever it is you’re saying the moment you start talking about a pimple in your nostril that has hair growing out of it. He’s not particularly grossed out by this revelation, rather, he doesn’t like listening to you go on and on about everything you don’t like about yourself. 
“And I couldn’t put on that necklace you got me for my birthday,” you complain before linking your arms with Hoseok’s and feigning a sniff.
“That is pretty horrible,” he hums in agreement. “I think I have a rash on my thigh.” 
“See, if Jungkook wasn’t being horrible I could probably get some kinda product to smear on it.”
Taehyung feigns a loud yawn. Tagging along with you and Hoseok isn’t as tiring as he’d like to make it out to be. 
“What’re you yawning so blatantly for? I hate being interrupted.” You roll your eyes cockily. 
“Sorry, I almost fell asleep during this uninteresting speech of yours.”
You fume again and Hoseok reassures you with something along the lines of don’t worry, [Y/n], it’s very interesting. Then, silence follows. It always seems to end up like this between the two of you. 
“Well, if it helps,” Taehyung starts, tone breezy, “you’re still beautiful.” 
You feel your face heat up. Sure, boys have given you plenty of compliments before—you’re no stranger to it—hot, sexy and maybe pretty on a good day. But beautiful? Especially without any make-up on? This is definitely something new. 
Hoseok smiles. “Yeah, he’s right.” 
You don’t want to admit just how flattered you really are. “Of course I am.”
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You take the first thing you find to your liking once you reach the breakfast place. Actually, it’s more brunch than it is breakfast, but all that walking is making you starve so you don’t feel particularly inclined to be hung up on semantics. 
“It’s on me.” Jungkook sweeps in smoothly, giving you a flashy smile. 
“Fuck off. I’m still mad at you.”
“You might be, but not for long,” he argues with an obnoxious grin on his face. “They call it… The Kook Effect.” 
You shake your head. “I’m pretty sure you just made that up.”
“Yeah? Remember when you won a bet against Jimin and he had to call you Supreme Majesty in freshman year? And then you pretended that he did it out of his own volition.” 
“Oh, I’m not taking this from you and your dead trim.”
“My trim is fine, thanks.”
“Dead trim!” you repeat, almost frantic. You’re so caught up with Jungkook’s dead trim that you don’t notice that Taehyung is giving you a cheesy smile as he buys you your food. He looks like the greasiest gentleman alive when he hands it to you. 
“And what’s that about?”
“In junior year, at summer camp, they took away our phones because someone recorded the instructor jerking off. And then like, blackmailed him.” 
You quirk an eyebrow up at this, unsure what he’s hinting at. “Right.”
“Right. And then they took all of our phones for a month and you started crying about how your life is a living nightmare.” 
“Right…” you trail off, suddenly embarrassed as if that hadn’t happened a whole two years ago. But like, it totally was a big deal! “The no phone rule was the worst. Even worse than the public bathroom rule.”
“I did it. I’m making it up to you,” he explains. 
You feel your mouth twitch into a small smile, one that he hasn’t quite seen on you before. “I forgive you this once, then.” 
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“We’re going to a hotel after sightseeing,” Jin explains. It’s like he’s got everything figured out all by himself and perhaps with the help of Jungkook’s annoying personality. “I arranged the rooms and everything while you were eating.” 
“Quite epic,” Jimin comments absentmindedly. “Wait, rooms? Like, you mean who’s rooming with who?” 
“Yeah, I finished the registration.” He stares directly at you and then Taehyung. “You could switch if you wanted to, it doesn’t really matter.”
You give him a light glare, already having a brief idea of what he’s done, but don’t comment any further. With a sense of deja vu, you speak up again. “What about the motel?” 
“I wasn’t sure if we’re going to be passing by one today, so I thought hey! Better safe than sorry.” 
Everyone nods in half-agreement until Jin speaks up again. “Plus, you guys reek. You should shower. Couldn’t be me.”
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Predictably, Jin did set you and Taehyung up. You can’t tell what kind of game he and Jungkook are playing, however, the poor boy isn’t half as insufferable in your eyes ever since this road trip began, so maybe you should thank them. Still, you don’t trust them—their minds are as twisted as yours.
As the two of you are dragging your luggage towards your shared room, Taehyung reminds you that you’re free to tell him if you don’t want to sleep with him. “I could go to Jungkook’s room or something.”
You find the idea of being alone more unfavorable than you thought you would. Perhaps your high-school, drastically more histrionic, self would’ve found anything more pleasant than sharing a room with Taehyung. You’re a (slightly) changed person now, though. Or at least you’d like to believe you are.
“Let’s put it like this. I hate a lot of things.”
“You don’t need to tell me that, I already know,” he interrupts with a crude giggle. 
“But you’re not one of them,” you admit. 
There’s also the fact that the two of you are blatantly ignoring that you could switch with Jin and sleep with Hoseok instead.
No more words are spoken between the two of you that day. New Mexico isn’t half as bad as Oklahoma was. 
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You wake up before Taehyung does, punctually so. Rolling out of bed, you partly don’t care whether you wake him but at the same time, you try to avoid making too much noise before slipping into the bathroom. Though you’re definitely one to value your beauty sleep, yesterday’s incident left you paranoid over whether Jungkook or Jin would catch you unprepared. 
You go through your routine calmly and by the time Taehyung goes in the bathroom to take a piss, you’re ready to start doing your make-up. You stare at the foundation in your hand but before you can apply it, you hesitate. 
Do I need make-up to be desirable?
Of course, you’re aware that not all women who use make-up are insecure, or that it’s always necessarily toxic for your self-esteem. And you thought that was the case with you as well, but your doubts suggest otherwise. Swiftly, you put all of your stuff away, stick with your trusty lipstick and nothing else. 
“Morning,” he says, groggy still. 
“Morning.” You look over to him from the corner of your eye and he looks kind of dazed. “Jin says we’re staying here until tomorrow morning.” 
“Cool. Hotel’s nice. The scenery too.” 
“I guess.” 
There’s something cripplingly awkward when the two of you aren’t hurling insults at each other, you realize. 
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You’re off somewhere with Hoseok and Jin when Taehyung is hanging out with Jimin and Jungkook. Turns out their room has a nice balcony, and with the others out of the picture, there’s some kind of buzzed chatter about incoherent topics swirling around. 
Jungkook suddenly decides that it’s a good idea to start talking about his sexcapades. Maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe his mind’s slipping. Jimin kind of wants to admit how much he doesn’t care what his friend does outside of watching anime and playing video games, but there’s also a part of him that’s morbidly intrigued by Jungkook’s words. Like a dark spell or something. 
“I wanted to hit it off with [Y/n] in high school,” he admits bluntly.
The other two stare at him.
“Oh really? What made you change your mind?” Jimin asks, now more awake than ever. 
“Dunno. Like, she’s more like, the bitchy rival in rom-coms, not the protagonist. I liked her, but I didn’t think I could handle her,” he admits.
“Once we were clubbing and this guy was messing with me and I complained to her about it,” Jimin begins, leaning into his chair with a fond smile on his face, “and she was all like, I’ll show him. And I was like, what? And she was like, I’ll show him who he’s dealing with. And then I was like, okay, maybe don’t show him that much.” 
The three of them chuckle. Taehyung talks for the first time in a while. “Nah, I agree.”
“You dig it though, right?” 
Jimin gives him a knowing look right after Jungkook shoots his question with a drunken smile. He guesses that since Hoseok isn’t here, he can finally admit it. 
“Yeah. Yeah, I do. But I can’t get things right with her.” 
“What do you mean?”
“It’s like, we’re either fighting or it’s really awkward.” 
“You’re on your own.” Jimin dismisses him with a wave of his hand. “I don’t think she hates you that much. It’s always Taehyung this, Taehyung that.” 
“True,” Jungkook agrees. “Like yes, maybe she’s complaining about you half the time and I know she loves gossiping but I’ve never heard her talk about someone else that much. Except maybe Yoongi. What I’m sayin’ is, you should give it a shot.”
“Why do you guys even fight so much?” Jimin laughs. “Whenever it happens, I like, forget what even happened to lead up to that.” 
“Well, you know me. I’m always too honest for my own good and when I hit her with some snark she starts getting all defensive. I just...” He sounds defeated by the time he’s finished with his explanation. Taehyung’s shoulders visibly slump and his frame slides down the uncomfortable chair. “I just want to get along with her.” 
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The fourth day is the first time you actually aren’t sure where you are. Save for supposedly being close to Nevada by now, you tuned out the rest of Jin’s explanation despite your previous attempts at keeping up with your location. 
Regardless, what’s important is living in the present. And the present for you right now is walking down a nameless street, in a mess of other tourists, with your pants uncomfortably sticking to your ass with sweat. In short, you feel gross. 
Taehyung doesn’t seem to be having the same problem, while you can’t even fake being unfazed. You envy him just the tiniest bit. 
A trashy souvenir shop seems to catch Taehyung’s attention. In the scorching heat and sand-yellow scenery of this town, however, even that seems more appealing. So when he urges you to go with him, you find yourself reluctantly agreeing. 
When you step in, the air conditioning of the otherwise homey shop welcomes you like taking a breather during an overcrowded party. You let an unconscious smile take over your face when you greet the cashier. She’s cute and her adorableness factor only spikes up when she practically beams at the sight of customers. 
“Hi! Please, feel free to look around.” 
“We will,” Taehyung answers offhandedly. Her gaze lingers on him. 
Most of the things don’t interest you. Actually, they’re hideous if you had to be completely honest. He doesn’t seem that enamored by them either, but you can tell he finds more redeeming qualities about them than you do. 
Your eyes almost bulge out of your face when you see the most live-laugh-love-esque decoration to exist. Like something your mom would laugh-react to on Facebook. 
The offender is no more than three inches tall and wide, a ceramic plate with a cartoony burger portrayed on it. It’s holding a flag that says two simple words: “Nice Buns!” 
You can’t tell if it’s the radioactivity of Jungkook’s cooking from earlier or if this thing is what’s making you nauseous. However, food-poisoning or not, you’re quite disgusted by what you’ve just seen. “Oh my god, the caucasity.” 
“Aw, you don’t like it?” Taehyung says with a mocking pout. “I think it’s cute.” 
“What’s wrong with you? It’s corny.”
“No, it isn’t. It might’ve been if it was a corn-dog, though.” 
You heaved an over-dramatic sigh. “You’re saying words that have no positive impact on my life.”
“I think I’ll buy it,” he declares, before checking the price and realizing he hasn’t brought enough money with himself. 
You shake your head. “I’m not gonna be an accomplice to… that.” 
“Well, of course not. This is your Valentine’s present.”
“Go to hell. As if I’d be your Valentine in the first place,” you reply sardonically before pushing him out of the way.  
Taehyung realizes something at that moment. Even outside your evident disinterest in him and his affairs, the two of you are completely incompatible. You, too quick to judge and be offended and him, too quickly to say the first thing on his mind, obviously don’t mesh smoothly. 
Neither of the boyfriends you’ve had that he’s spoken to is anything like him, either. If Namjoon and Yoongi have one thing in common, it’s that they’re both calm, collected and have a good head screwed securely on top of their shoulders. He’s not like that.
Even so, that revelation only makes the concept of being with you more alluring. 
Kim Taehyung is an idiot. But more importantly, with one glance towards the admittedly good-looking cashier making googly eyes at him, Kim Taehyung makes a decision.
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While you’re taking a shit in a nearby cafeteria, you receive a text from Taehyung. This is shocking by itself since despite the two of you having each others’ numbers, you never really text. 
[15:30] pain in the neck: im going on a date w/ the cashier
[15:30] pain in the neck: feel free to leave
[15:45] Princess Complex: i’m just gonna hang with jungkook thank god
Why is your stomach sinking?
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Once you meet up with Jungkook, you explain the situation briefly. He quickly looks you over, confusion evident on his face. “What? On a date?”
“Yeah, he just kinda left me in the toilet,” you confirm with a shrug. “Anyways, where do you wanna go?” 
It’s not like Jungkook is an oblivious idiot with the emotional capacity of your aunt’s mutated sixth toe, even if he may appear to be. But you never thought he’d call you out the moment your overly confident facade starts slipping. His gaze softens. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?” 
He isn’t examining you when he asks. No, he appears to be looking off, somewhere behind you. However, you remain ignorant to that fact. 
“Yes! Why would I care? I’d rather drink toilet water for ten years straight than spend any more time with that moron,” you snap, too worked up for someone who supposedly doesn’t care. 
“Is that how you really feel about Taehyung?”
“Yes! Yes, oh my god, let it go.”
Jungkook makes one more helpless expression, shrugs lightly, and you fail to realize that neither of those gestures is directed at you. “Let’s go to the arcade.”
“I’m not really into video games,” you lie as you run your hand through your hair, “but fine.”
“Hell yeah.”
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When Taehyung goes back to your room in the trashy motel, notably late during the night for a mere first date, the atmosphere is tense. There’s a crease in your brows when you unlock the door and obvious bite marks over your bare lips. He stumbles ahead to enter, but you continue blocking his path with your arms frigidly crossed over your chest.
“You’re late.” 
“And what’s it to you?” He’s never spoken to you so harshly. There are moments where his words bite, but never does he say them with an expression and tone that are so frosty.
“Nothing in particular.” You move out of his way, finally, and he enters. You briefly wonder if he’s had alcohol before you start talking again. “I’ve been stuck in this room for like, an hour because the keys are in me. Waiting for you...”
“Poor you.”
“Excuse me?”
“I heard what you said about me to Jungkook. You know, I’m starting to understand why you scared away all your exes.”
Warth washes over you in waves for a millisecond before it disperses into nothingness, a cold numbness that makes your back shiver. Your gaze on him is empty yet livid at the same time and he cowers under it. You’re not sure if the guilt on his face is a flicker of your imagination or if it’s genuine, but you hope it’s the latter. 
It’s never his words that are a big deal to you. It’s the way he speaks every syllable, so earnestly with truth laced in every letter, that makes you go off the hook. Because deep down, you’re aware that he doesn’t mean to be malicious or to offend, it’s merely him telling his truth.
You grab a few things impulsively with a mundane declaration, before storming off god knows where. “I’m not sleeping here tonight.”
When the door clicks behind your frame, Taehyung backs down and sprawls out across the bed. Truthfully, he regretted his words before he even opened his mouth. But he was so angry, be it with you or with himself.
It just seemed so unfair that you could blow him away time after time and yet, on his date the only thing on his mind was you. The mediocre make-out session and him awkwardly leaving out of nowhere didn’t help, either. And then you had to be so perfect, waiting for him instead of locking his ass out like he thought you would.
It isn’t the girl’s fault she’s raised to be as sweet as sugar while you’re more like citrus. He’s always had a knack for lemons, anyway.
The fact that you spent the rest of the day with Jungkook only aggravates him further, the younger’s words repeating in his head. I tried to hit it off with [Y/n] in high school, or whatever it was that he said exactly. All of this is his own fault, anyway—if he hadn’t been so temperamental, you would’ve stayed with him for the rest of the day.
Taehyung stares at the cheap lights hanging on the ceiling until his eyes hurt that night.
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Half-way through your trek to Hoseok’s room, you crumble. A sob escapes your throat and then another one. After these two instances, your tears don’t cease. 
At first, Jimin is excited to see you at their door but his smile slips the moment he realizes what a bad state you’re in. You’re practically making whale noises while desperately searching for Hoseok. 
“I’ll give you two a moment.” He gives you one final look-over and leaves with a not-so-threatening threat. “Or maybe thirty. You better be smiling and singing Toxic by the time I’m back, [Y/n].”
Hoseok rushes to hug you. “God, girl, what’s wrong?”
“I like Taehyung.” 
“Is that it? You’re a strong girl, y’know, I never pictured you crying over some pretty boy.” 
“No. I’m crying because I’ve liked him all this fucking time and I tried to run away from him because I’m scared. And he said the most horrible thing to me,” you explain as you bury yourself deeper into his embrace. “That’s why I’m crying.”
“I hope he isn’t allergic to hands, because he’s about to catch them. Actually, I hope he is allergic.” Hoseok isn’t one to ask about details. He lets you get it out of your system, makes a few promises (most often of violence) and then allows you to elaborate if you wish to do so.
You laugh, but it turns into choking considering how much snot you have running down your face by now. “He said that he understands why my exes run away from me. I mean, I— I said something rude about him first, but Jungkook was backing me into a corner and I didn’t know he would even find out about it, I just—”
“Forget about him, forget about Jungkook, everyone. Tonight is for Britney,” Hoseok commands more than he asks you.
You smile sadly at him before uselessly wiping your tears away and giggling like you’re on the brink of losing your mind. Perhaps you are.
“My 45-carat booger. Hey, let’s make Jimin do the chicken dance,” Hoseok starts off like he’s coddling you in his strange way of doing so, but then quickly turns diabolical. He throws some tissues at you and you accept them. If there’s one thing you’re truly grateful for, it’d be your best friend.
You nod, suddenly more excited than you should be. Hoseok’s right—you don’t need some pretty boy when queen Britney is watching over you.
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The next day, you’re wearing a full-face of make-up, and Taehyung notices it. Hoseok’s driving and you’re in the passenger seat, talking about some nonsense as usually do. The atmosphere is light, with Jimin and Jungkook occasionally joining in your conversation and Jin sleeping with his forehead pressed against the window.
Truth to be told, Taehyung feels like a zombie right now. Pretending that your scuffle with him meant nothing to you only convinces him further how little you care about anything that has to do with him.
“I think we’ll be in Las Vegas soon,” Hoseok announces cheerily.
On one hand, you’re happy to finally be seeing the end of this road trip. Though you’ve technically just been relaxing, you wanted to be done with your cousin’s dumb wedding and go back to spending an average amount of time with your friends. You want to forget how flippant things are between you and Taehyung, your quote-unquote friendship dictated by mood swings rather than actual feelings.
“Fuck yeah! I wanna get drunk in Vegas,” you say with a smirk. “It’s on my bucket list.”
“Really?” 
“Yeah.”
“You want to get drunk everywhere,” Jungkook corrects with a laugh. You can’t help agreeing with him. “And Jin will probably stay in the hotel and play Candy Crush or something.”
“Ew, ew, ew, a fucking millenial,” you exclaim in mock disgust.
“Jin can be a beast if he wants to. Remember when he twerked in front of the whole school on Taehyung’s birthday party?”
“Shit was wild, man.”
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No one except you, Hoseok and Taehyung himself is aware of what transpired yesterday. So Jungkook and Jin are still stubbornly placing the two of you together, yet you’re too powerless to fight it.
The hotel is a fancy one, courtesy of your annoying cousin. She’s been texting you and you sent a short message back to inform her you’ve arrived, but you haven't bothered to deal with her provocations any further. 
After dumping his luggage near his bed, Taehyung was straight out of the room and you started getting ready. And that was that. 
You feel more like yourself when you find the wine hidden in the fridge, a free present from the hotel. Or maybe your cousin’s way of making peace. Ha, as if that’d happen. 
When Taehyung comes back to get dressed, you’re already tipsy and acting like a fool.
“Drinking already?” There are many things that Taehyung wants to say to you. An apology he’s too sober to say and a confession you’re too drunk to hear, to begin with. 
“It’s pre-game,” you explain dizzily. “You know. I never told you why I hate my cousin so much. She used to bully me and she stole my first boyfriend from me. And we never got past it.”
With your trademark look, high-heels, acrylics, a fancy yet revealing dress along with whatever else you consider fashionable at the moment, Taehyung feels familiarity staring at your lopsided smirk. Though he’s gotten glimpses of other sides of you during these past few days, like how you like cuddling during the night, this is the epitome of who you are.
“Yeah,” he replies agreeably, though you’re not sure what for.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but Hoseok is waiting for me. So, this is bye-bye.” 
“See you there.”
“Probably not.” You snicker. Taehyung can tell that you’re still upset with him.
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You’re so wasted that the things happening around you aren’t really making sense anymore. While you and Hoseok were drinking together for a while, at one point Jungkook whisked him away, then there’s a blank in your memory and now you’re here. Alone. And you’ve lost count of how many drinks you’ve had. 
A man, that’s definitely a few years older than you, finally approaches you after observing you from afar. He says some sort of sleazy line—you’re not sure what it is, you’re not really listening—and offers you a drink. 
You consider him. He’s not your type at all and that pornstache isn’t helping his case but, when you look at Taehyung and see him talking and having fun while you’re being an alcoholic by your lonesome and moping about him, you quickly accept his offer. Pornstache or not. 
“Pick anything you’d like, kitten,” he purrs, in an attempt at being seductive. 
“Well first off I’m not a furry so don’t call me that,” you snap with a self-assured grin. And then you start listing off the most expensive drinks on the menu. 
This man is so enamored by you that he buys you all of them. You’re three steps closer to alcohol poisoning when you clumsily stumble onto the dance floor along with him, running your hand over his jaw in what you believe to be a sensual manner. He seems to dig it, but from an outsider’s perspective the two of you look like junkies trying to get off. 
Your experience in the club is romanticized. The dim lights are reminiscent to those few times you’ve gone to a rave and it reeks of alcohol, overpriced perfumes and sweat. You and your nameless pathetic fan mingle with the grinding crowd and begin imitating them. 
As the poet Lady Gaga once said, “redlight pornographic dance fight”. 
The act itself is indifferent to you. From across the room, Taehyung locks eyes with you and you’re not really sure why but you feel this sudden need to provoke him, even when you know he most likely wouldn’t care. You sloppily kiss your suitor’s cheek while looking at him intensely from across the room. A red trail from your wet lips makes its way down his face.
For the sake of pettiness, you might’ve gone further—I mean, you were already playing some weird game of tug-and-war but with clothes—but you don’t want to know the feeling of this guy’s lips against yours. He finds the mostly innocent action as an invitation, though, and abruptly halts your staring contest with Taehyung by forcing you into a greedy kiss.
Pushing him away, you give him a pointed stare and rejection is clear on his face. “Excuse me…” 
He’s a terrible kisser. 
Pushing through everyone that’s in your way, you make your escape through the first door you find. In your intoxicated parade, you fail to make sense of the words ‘CLOSED’ that are so blatantly taped over the entrance. So, you find yourself in front of a swimming pool. 
The cold breeze outside prickles at your skin unpleasantly, and a quick look around tells you that there’s no one around to put this in their cringe compilation. Apparently more disgusted than you’d initially thought, you puke your guts out in front of the pool. Now light-headed and somehow empty, you stare at your vomit and take a deep breath. 
“Hey, why’d you run away?” Your suitor from earlier appears to have followed you outside. You stare at your feet—doesn’t he understand that you wanted to get away from him?
“You’re a bad kisser,” you say bluntly after getting over your little trance. 
“Give me a chance to change your mind then,” he offers smugly, taking menacing steps towards you. You move away instinctively before you’re quickly backed into a wall, with his two hands trapping you in between. 
Your eyes widen with fear and you sink into yourself. If you had anything else to puke out, you’re sure you would’ve done so at this point. “I have sharp nails and I’m not afraid to use them.”
“Oh, she bites-”
The events that play out next happen so slowly, you’re not sure why you’re surprised. Taehyung appears, and you do see him in your peripheral vision, stares for a bit before knocking the guy out with a punch to his temple. He falls unconscious on the ground.
“Oh god, did I kill him?” he asks, a vacant look on his face. He imagined his first kill to be more thrilling, but on second thought, he’s not sure why he was thinking about that without being under the influence of substances in the first place. 
“I’d be happy if he’s dead, if that helps,” you comment dryly. 
“Do we dump the body in the pool or what?”
The two of you are drunk enough to consider it. Your mind is blank for a bit, before you finally speak up. “I’m trying to think of what I saw on How To Get Away With Murder, but it’s not coming to me. But like, on Blacklisted, there was this guy who like, made the corpses turn to gas or something!”
“You watch too much TV. Also, I’m pretty sure it’s called The Blacklist.”
“Whatever. Do you know how to do that?”
“No.”
“Hey, what’s going on here?” A new voice cuts in.
“You better come up with something convincing or we’ll have to kill him too,” you urge.
“Did you say something?”
“No.”
“Umm, awkward believe it yeah,” Taehyung begins, a strong start. “This guy slipped on her puke and hit his head. And he has a concussion now.”
“Man, that sucks,” the guy says. You’re relieved that he’s as trashed as he is, otherwise the situation would’ve went really badly, considering how Taehyung straight-up lied to his face. “I’ll go call someone over ‘ere.”
Once he’s out of sight, the two of you stare at each other and decide to flee the country. But then change the plan with the more economically-efficient idea to simply leave the club. 
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“Why were you with that guy anyway?” Taehyung asks. Frankly put, neither of you know where you’re going, but you’re boldly leading him through the artificially-lit streets of Las Vegas as if you’re born there. Where you end up is a concern your sober selves of tomorrow should worry about.
“I wanted to make you jealous,” you reply, bold, like everything you do when you’re drunk is. 
“...I don’t get it.”
“You pissed me off so much yesterday. And you made me jealous when you went out with that cashier. But also, you killed a guy for me, so I guess I’m not mad at you anymore.” 
“Well aren’t you high-maintenance,” he retorts sarcastically, gaining what feels like a confidence spurt because of your sudden confession. “You don’t have anything to be jealous of, anyway. The only thing I had on my mind during that stupid fucking date was you.”
You freeze up. You thought that your own attitude was what made any possibility of him returning your feelings seem laughable. Even if it’s drunk blabber, alcohol is an honesty elixir, at least in your case. “Kiss me?” 
He doesn’t need to be told twice, attacking your lips so eagerly you’d consider it funny if you were in a right state of mind. Still, your reciprocation is just as hungry, so maybe you don’t have any room to laugh. He is indulging you, after all.
The wipeout that happened at the club happens again and you’re left to wonder how things escalated. From teeth clashing against each other in pure excitement, you’re left hovering over Taehyung’s form and straddling him unsteadily.
He reaches under your already high dress and the glimpse of your panties seems to excite him. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this,” he admits breezily. 
You smile, a teasing one, adjusting yourself better. “You don’t need to be so dramatic about it, it’s just underwear.” 
“Dramatic is how many times I’ve jerked off after we went to the supermarket and you flashed me.”
“Ewwww, we shared a bed like three times, freak,” you scold and he pouts when you distance yourself from him. 
“I was just trying to be funny!”
“Not funny. Didn’t laugh. It’s better when you don’t talk,” you instruct before leaning down again to kiss him. At least he’s having fun with groping whatever he can get his hands on. 
“You’re so annoying it turns me on. Always whining, it drives me nuts how much I really like you.”
You snicker. “Well, I sure am feelin’ the love here.”
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When you wake up, you register three things. Four, actually. First—your left shoe is missing. Second— Taehyung is knocked out cold next to you. Third—you don’t know where you are, except for the fact that there’s a garbage bin next to you. Fourth—your head is throbbing with pain and you’re so sore you’re not sure if you can walk. Needless to say, you had the wild night in Vegas you wished for in your bucket list, and you only half-regret it.
You see your shoe discarded near you and nudge it with your toe for a bit before finally gathering enough power to sit up and put it on. Or so you think, because the moment you’re propped in a standing position, you vomit like you did yesterday. 
Speaking of yesterday, the only thing you remember is that you and Taehyung were convinced that he’s now a murderer on the run, confessing your feelings for each other in an anti-climactic manner and then having like seven rounds of public sex. 
With a recap of yesterday’s events, you digress and put your shoe on before reaching in your purse. Surprisingly, you haven’t been robbed. Fishing your phone out, you come to the conclusion that you’ve been knocked out cold for way too long. 
Hoseok has generously spammed you with seventy texts, but you don’t bother to read them, already assuming that the gist is something about where the fuck you and Taehyung are. Instead, you call him immediately. 
“Hi,” you greet casually.
“[Y/n]! Where the fuck are you and Tae? We were so worried. Jin almost declared you two missing. But on the positive side, Jungkook didn’t care because he got food poisoning yesterday at the club.”
“I don’t know where we are, but he’s with me.”
“What do you mean?!”
“I’ll send you my location. I don’t have money for Uber, love you, kisses and hickeys,” you say in one breathe before hanging up quickly and doing what you said you’d do. 
At first, you thought this road trip was an opportunity for you to grow and mature. However, after yesterday’s shenanigans, you’re almost convinced your sociopathic tendencies are now higher by 5%. 
You start shaking Taehyung until he wakes up and swats your arms away. Now upon closer inspection, while you’re aware that you look bad right now, he’s not looking too hot either. The lipstick marks you had left on his face make it look like you’ve either slobbered all over him or that he’s a vampire, you’re not sure. And you’ve bitten him so much somebody could think he got attacked by a racoon judging solely on those bruises.
You quickly explain the situation to him as you’re fixing up your bra and top. Considering the fact that you were bordering on nip-slip territory, that was your priority. Smoothing your dress is easy enough, but your pantyhose is mysteriously ripped in some incriminating places.
He reaches out, rips out the fake eyelash that was pathetically hanging off the corner of your eye and throws it away. You take care of the other one, wipe off your ruined make-up and then wipe off the lipstick on his face. 
Your head hurts so much that you don’t know what to say to break the silence. Though you also don’t doubt that he’s in the position, and so, for the first time it doesn’t feel awkward between the two of you. 
“Hey, [Y/n], are we like… dating now?”
“I think so? You can be my date to the wedding if you want.” 
A dopey smile takes over his face. You realize you’ve made someone this happy before with merely being yourself. It fills you with a kind of warmth you’ve never felt before.
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“Your cousin won’t stop calling you,” Taehyung emphasizes as you’re pointedly ignoring your ringtone while you get ready. Considering the atrocious state both of you came back in, the process taking longer than usual shouldn’t be a surprise. Especially since you had to take turns for the shower.
Also the part where the two of you got into a fight over who should go in first—your thesis being arguably stronger once you mentioned the mud ingrained in the left sole of your feet—only slowed you down further.
“I know right? Can’t this pregnant moron get a life.”
“No, I think she’s calling you because we’re late to the wedding,” he elaborates. “You should pick up.”
“But I hate her!”
“You can roast her at the wedding and I’ll hype you up if you do what I ask.”
“Oh my god, promise?” 
“Promise.”
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“Look who finally showed up,” your cousin greets you with a tight smile. You can only return the sentiment as Taehyung dumbly trails behind you. 
Well, as much as you don’t like your cousin, the wedding is certainly nice. With a light atmosphere and a fancy ceremony, he can’t pretend he hates it—that much is certain. Though he can also tell that it’s a lot of money wasted on food that doesn’t look appetizing in the slightest the more he examines the buffet.
“I see you’re not wearing the dress I shipped to you. Is it too tight, perhaps?” She’s smiling fakely and sweetly as she waits for your answer to her provocation. Of course it’s too tight; what else could it be when she picked it two sizes smaller than what you usually wear. And she did it on purpose too.
Despite the rather mundane conversation happening, the tension is thick.
“I’m going to be quick. You look like a greasy manatee.” You give her your own uptight smile before strutting away, cueing Taehyung to follow after you.
“Pregnancy-shameeeeed,” he yells out as he offers her finger guns and speed-walks in your direction. 
Once he’s caught up with you, he speaks up again. “I know you could’ve been more brutal than that.”
“Oh please, I’m sophisticated, I’d never engage in some barbaric behavior.”
You both burst out laughing at your blatant lie. 
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“Do you think they’re dating now?” Jin asks, looking at the two of you as you dance and joke around. Though he imagines that you could only be having a deranged conversation, one that isn’t as sweet and lovey-dovey as it might look from an outsider’s perspective, it’s still quite disgusting how smitten Taehyung looks with you. 
“I don’t care,” Jungkook answers. Him saying he doesn’t care is a metaphor for how much he doesn’t care about anything after his food poisoning.
Jimin rolls his eyes. “Oh definitely. I saw them making out near a garbage dumpster when we were driving back to the hotel.”
Seokjin chokes.
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ohpretty-baby · 5 years ago
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bts as my sophomore class teachers
a thread because i miss my teachers lowkey
anyways enjoy <3
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first hour: ap seminar with kim namjoon
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super philosophical 
is a fanboy for rosseau, calls him the original gangster
intimidatingly intelligent; like reads 3 books in one day and writes two papers on them intelligent
constantly connecting foundational thinkers/texts to real life situations (ex: echo and narcissus and selfies in social media)
makes you feel like a bad person by questioning your moral motives
there’s never a dull day in his class
seriously
one time we spent the hour evaluating billie eilish’s bad boy and that one “sweet but psycho” song and talked about double consciousness
the next day we did a full 180 and talked about mass burials
then we talked about the refugee crisis the day after that
extremely thought provoking conversations
gives you independence, which is a double edged sword because everyone in ap sem procrastinates
wants students to exceed not only in his class but also outside of school
my irl ap sem teacher helped me figure out that i wanted to go into a career of law !
also an extensive librarian (hence the ability to read 3 books in one day)
if you have the slight interest in something, he has a book for it
i literally have 8 books checked out from my school library because of him
gives you complete and honest ratings of r rated movies and posts them on your schoology board
not afraid to be scandalous
“now everyone say it with me: premarital sex!”
that was something my irl teacher said, that day we shouted out premarital sex about 15 times with the door wide open
amazing music taste
literally
he listens to anything and everything, from french rap to spanish pop and then english folk songs
will dj for your graduation party for free
second hour: honors english with min yoongi
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insanely calm, probably just very sleepy
easy going, chill
you really don’t feel pressured in his class
people goof off in class and are generally very annoying, but he doesn’t care
occasionally lectures students if he really needs to 
communicates what we have to do and then lets us do the work
lets us fail if we’re not responsible
but will understand if you can’t turn in a project if life gets in the way
i still have a project i need to turn in oops-
i haven’t received any negative repercussions tho
lets kids eat in his class and lets them go to the vending machine if they have no food
i go to my locker every morning to get food to eat
eats with us
lets you use your phone and watch netflix
will even ask you what show you’re watching and if it’s good
actually a really good teacher if you pay attention in his class
kids just think they can slack off, they end up failing tho so it’s really none of his issues
for some reason he’s a substitute teacher for a lot of classes
when he subs, the classes are extremely fun 
one time i spent my whole sixth hour talking to him about my costar and astrology
goofs off with the kids
that same day he subbed, my friends were making panoramas of each other and he rated all of them
isn’t strict
cares about his students and is very easy to talk to
because of this a lot of students open up to him
isn’t a snitch
would willingly make fun of classic literature with you
third hour: honors chemistry with kim taehyung
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Super Sassy
always gets the last word when students mess around with him
“what’s your favorite double replacement reaction?”
“my favorite ones are the ones you guys get right; so none”
as you can guess, students love having conversation with him
probably has a dope ass instagram but damnit he won’t let accept anyone’s follow requests
probably because that’s illegal
constant Bad BItch energy
will openly tell students they are annoying without shame
will also openly tell you that you are dumb
once i thought that we had four principals (one for each grade, don’t question it) and my irl teacher was speechless,, like she couldn’t actually say anything at my stupidity
i would willingly sell my soul for my chemistry teacher
always has labs to do, even if they’re not very helpful at times
lets students retake tests by creating a new test 
but they’re actually harder than the actual test
students skip their own classes to visit him
i always skip my 6th hour to go into the chemistry
constantly has to chase away students
actually very sweet and cares about students, but is never really a push over
again, a constant Bad Bitch
fourth hour: honors spanish with kim seokjin
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an even Bigger Bad Bitch
super fun and sassy
fiestas!!!!!!! 
we have fiestas but literally the only Spanish thing we have is chips and salsa and tacos
i’m not kidding
people just bring in cake pops and brownies
will sometimes teach a whole lesson in Spanish just to fuck with us
will also try to hold a conversation with us in Spanish just to fuck with us even more
loves seeing our shocked and confused faces when can’t answer his questions
actually teaches us
gives a lot of busy work but i honestly think that’s the better ways of learning and practicing Spanish, so there’s no complaints
engaging lessons, encourages us to make mistakes so we can be comfortable with the language
veryyyy helpful with pronunciation, makes sure that we know how to pronounce certain words
super trustworthy
once after school i spilled tea with my irl spanish teacher about a messy breakup i had gone thru, it was real fun
we have a theory that one of the senior teachers has a crush on her because he always visits her when he comes to our class
really good teacher but heavily overestimates our ability
especially when it comes to tests
but will admit his wrongs when we don’t do well in class
literally the best friend you wish you had
fifth hour: ap world with jeon jungkook
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literally really pretty
really funny and sweet but his class is hard
not because of the extensive work and the fast pace, but because he doesn’t prepare students enough for saqs, dbqs, leqs, etc.
we still love our ap world teacher bc she genuinely cares about us
teaches an ap class but has never taken an ap class in high school
still teaches even tho he’s sick and his own students have asked him to stay at home so he can feel better
really fun discussion activities, like fishbowls
always drinking tea with a cool ass mug that has all the presidents of the united states on it
wears really cute clothes and coordinates colors
but sometimes will just pull up in pajamas
either way he’s Stylin
makes sure that students know that he doesn’t believe in racism and communism
always tells his students to take care when they say goodbye
draws LOTS of smiley faces
sometimes more confused about the content then the students are
but genuinely kind and hard working, even if it takes him 3 months to grade papers
sixth hour: theology with jung hoseok
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confusing lectures
will talk about persecution in rome and then switch the topic onto blts (yes, the sandwich) and then talk about male circumcision
really goofy
deaf
talks very loudly because he takes his hearing aid out during lessons
honestly a really confusing teacher
a lot of people don’t like his teaching style, and neither do i, but it’s not a hard class so there’s really nothing to complain about
you really just need to read the slides in his class to pass
gives out homework but never grades it
i never turn in homework,,, 
i get a’s on his test and he just gives good grades for every homework assignment
honestly just really sweet and funny even when he tries not to
talks with his hands way too much
will take selfies with you if you let him
constantly asking for validation from his students
“is my teaching style ok? i know it can be confusing but i really try with making lectures funny so you guys won’t be bored”
can sometimes be annoying but everyone loves him because he just doesn’t make sense
literally the best class to do other homework in
sees students as his friends
once we had a public discussion online about our concerns of the coronavirus instead of actually learning about theology
i said that i was worried that i’d die of the coronavirus before i got a boyfriend
he replied to my comment saying “1. you are killing me ! :) 2. i’m sure that you have a lot of secret admirers, so the boyfriend thing is covered, they just need to figure things out. remember maturity happens at different stages for everyone.”
even though i don’t like his class at times, i know i’m gonna miss how crazy he is
seventh hour: honors geometry with park jimin
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Sweetest, Softest, Most Pure of all
gives out candy during tests
but not just any candy
the really good strawberry candies that grandmas always have and never run out of
sometimes the lessons go by too fast but yet too slow at the same time
a Literal Grandpa
doesn’t let kids say “shut up” or “dumb” in his class
claims that he doesn’t even say “shut up” to his own kids
always reminds kids that this is a No Judgement Zone
rewards students who answer challenging questions with little stand-up signs that say “Expert at Work” or “Rockstar” that they can put on their desk
will buy or make little stockings that spell out the initials of the high school
brags about his kohl’s cash
once bought a $50 scooter for only $5 dollars because of his kohl’s cash
stays after school for two hours to reteach lessons to students
takes little strolls around the school building with his friends during lunch
Mental Math Mondays
mondays are when we play mental math card games with the whole class
lets kids make their own card games
will ask if you’re okay if you look sad
will also ask if you’re okay if you look sleepy
asks kids to be patient with him when they have a confusing lesson to teach
wIll thoroughly explain everything to the best of his ability
definitely has never done anything wrong
this made me genuinely miss my teachers even though i hate school with my whole entire heart, soul, and mind! anyways love u guys
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euphoricpixi3 · 6 years ago
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Taste of Menace |6| ot7!mafia au
— Masterlist in my bio
— Pairings | this chapter | Jimin x reader
— Through the story | reader x others as the story progresses
— Warning | this story contain smoking, swearing, tattoos, drinking,  blood and drugs, smut. This is a mafia!au!yandere
— Summary | Your first time watching the underground fight took a completely wrong turn, why were you the only one laying lifeless on the cold ground when you weren’t even fighting?
—Tell me if you want to be tagged!
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Everyday’s routine. The same routine you lived by since you became an official university’s student.
After you heard one of the teachers say that early rising is the father of three blessings- healthy, wealth and wisdom. You became an early bird, waking up at 5am.
Sometimes you would wake up to the steady patter of rain upon your window that would almost work as a nature’s natural lullaby.
Other times to your neighbors’ loud rock music or loud shouting from the nerves of playing fortnite.
You never woke up to the sunrays trying to come through to the thick fabric of your blinds, it was rather rays coming from the bright takeout’s sign, that struggled to get past the grime of your blinds.
After that, still looking like a blanket burrito, you would stroll down to the bathroom, where the white light was just a little bit too bright for your early morning.
Coffee. You liked it strong but sometimes you would let yourself go and make it sweeter. But you would never trade your Americano into one of those decaf with extra sprinkles almost white liquid that tasted nothing like coffee.
The aroma of freshly grind coffee beans would get lost in your small kitchen, making the air thick with coffee’s scent.
And after that you would take the same route to your University building.
That’s it. That would be your every day’s routine and for some reason whenever you would discuss it with others, the negative words would spill from your crusty dusty lips like droplets of rain, you mentioned  how much you hated it and wanted to change it, but as you woke up in a different room, no rain, no takeout sign, no alarm clock, nothing, just pain, you realized how safe it really made you feel.
It was like an unbroken promise, pinky promised to yourself that brought you safe heaven, and now…
All of it was gone.
The promise broken and thrown away making you feel lost and lonely.
 The door let out a squeaky sound as someone pushed it open. You didn’t have to open your eyes to know it was Jimin, the first time you woke up you saw him walking to his wardrobe with a towel dangerously low hanging from on his  hip bones. You closed your eyes before he could see you looking.
The next time you heard him was when he sat on his bean bag while playing on his phone. Few curses escaped his plump lips as something didn’t go right on his playing game.
You planned on continuing your little act, you didn’t want to face them, not one of them. They scared you and hurt you.
But most importantly, they made you feel so weak by breaking down the walls you worked so hard on building.
No matter how hard you tried to build everything back, nothing worked, whenever Jimin would leave the room, the tears would start rolling down your cheeks, stinging the small cuts on your face.
Your heart seemed to drop when you felt Jimin’s finger tip tracing your pouty lips. The deep shade of red appears on your cheeks as you realize your lips must feel so chapped under his feather light touch.
“You must be awake by now and seeing the blush on your cheeks just from the little contact, I’m sure you are awake” his quiet voice seemed to be too loud for your throbbing head.
“Don’t shout” you muttered not opening your eyes but shifting your body on your right side, slightly wincing at how much pain it caused it.
“Jin hyung told me to not let you move around too much, since the wound could start bleeding again” his hands appeared on your hips, slowly turning you back.
Your eyes fluttered open and you couldn’t help but chuckle, sending shivers down Jimin’s spine. Almost as if nothing was left in your eyes, only void.
“And whose fault is that because I’m sure as hell it’s not mine” the bitter words from your crusty dusty lips dripped down like honey causing Jimin to wince.
He knew it was their fault, more or less. Jimin was a mafia member, cruel mafia member, he never thought with his heart when pressing the trigger of his gun, sending the bullet through someone’s head.
But the guilt sat on his chest, not in his brain, what he had done he could not un-do. The guilt was toxic almost like a gasoline, lighting up the inside stuffed with sinfulness of people he had killed, lives he had stolen.
The fire burnt him out so badly there was nothing left but a shell, an outline of a person. He was just as void as the girl in front of him.
Jimin soothed closer to your laying body, he pulled you closer him, wrapping his arms around you. His embrace was warm, and his strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around your frail body. For a moment you froze not sure what to do or what to think, but the warmth of his embrace felt so secure, reminding you of the old days, old days that happened just a week ago, but felt like centuries.
The weight of your memories came crashing down, you could feel the hard painful lump in the back of your throat as the tears began to form. Before you know it, tears streaked down your cheeks. Your fists clutched in fists as you throw them towards Jimin’s chest. “I can’t take it anymore!” Hysterical sobs shook your thin frame. “Why? Why are you trying to break me?” you demanded still hitting him, trying to reflect the pain they caused you.
Jimin didn’t feel any physical pain, the hits you sent his way were like feathers. But your words, the stung like bee stings, snapping his heart and mind some more. His inside world was shattered in so many pieces that he didn’t know if he’ll be able to fix it.
But he knew, he will need to fix you.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he started repeating like a broken record. “I promise you, I won’t let them break you. I won’t let anyone break you” his voice faltered more. The room drowning in sounds of your shallow breathing and choking sobs.
But for some reason, his words, his presence made you feel somehow safe. Not that kind of safe you have felt before, it was different.
The world around me melted away as you squeezed him back, not wanting the moment to end.
3rd POV
That one cold night, as the colours of the day rest under a blanket of darkness, two people unconsciously made promises to each other, fill the void and use the love to rebuild each other anew.
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2nd POV
The world was a blur as you opened your eyes, feeling someone’s hot breathing on your neck. Jimin’s hand was interlocked with yours, making sure you wouldn’t escape.
With the tip of your finger you smoothly traced his hand, trying to read the words on his rings, even though it was no use, all of it was in Latin and sure as hell you never learned it.
“Morning” your eyes widened from the sudden noise behind you. “Did you rest well? Because Namjoon demanded to see you”
From the mention of Namjoon’s name you felt yourself freeze.
Jimin felt your body stiffen in his embrace, he squeezed you tighter trying to give you comfort and courage. “Remember my promise, I won’t let them hurt you”
You wanted to believe him. You really did.
You looked in the mirror, Jimin’s oversized hoodie pulled over your body, hanging loosen in every possible way. His given sweatpants didn’t do a good job on not falling down.
Jimin’s laugh filled the room as he pulled belt from his jeans before putting it on you. “I’m sorry, I don’t have other now, probably one of the guys took it” he smiled shyly before stretching his hand towards you, taking your palm. “Let’s go”
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You couldn’t help but shake as you felt everyone’s eyes on you. Well, Jimin’s, Namjoon’s and apparently Hoseok’s.
Namjoon chuckled as he noticed Jimin’s clothes hanging on your body. He wondered who took you from the cell. Now he knew.
“We meet again, little one” he smiled stepping closer to your trembling body. His hand tugged your hair behind your ear before he looked at the papers on his table.
“It’s says that from the 6th of September you have been buying drugs from Hoseok, little one” he said, the nickname smoothly rolling from his tongue.
“Excuse me?” you asked sending confused glances to all of them.
“That’s what I expected from you, yet I was hoping that Yoongi and Taehyung had taught you a lesson not to lie” Namjoon coldly smiled, while the other two boys just looked at you with serious faces.
You could feel the tears dwelling in the corners of your eyes just from mentioning those two males. What is going on?
You could feel the pressure growing in your insides, the air suddenly thicken, making it hard to breath, but just before it could become worse, Jimin appeared in front of you. He kneeled down taking your face in his hands, not caring what his leader or other boy would think. “Listen to me, it’s okay, we won’t hurt as long as you’ll tell us the truth. Remember my promise” he mumbled.
Hoseok looked at everything confused, he wasn’t even sure about what he was doing there in the first place. Yet Namjoon seemed to enjoy this situation just a little bit too much. “I thought we learned our lesson not to make promises, Jiminssi” he laughed, making Jimin freeze for a second. But he just shook his head focusing on you.
“Talk to us” Jimin muttered with pleading eyes. You nodded your head before looking back at Namjoon. “When did I start buying drugs?” you asked, trying to calmer your breathing.
1,2,3. 1,2,3. Just breath.
“6th of August” he answered glancing back to the papers.
It was just 10 days after…Your eyes widened at the sudden realization.
It was 10 days after your boyfriend cheated on you, 10 days after you met Eve.
Sure she was different than you, you were quiet, she was loud, you drank, while she drank and smoked weed. But she always said that she never took anything else than it.
Could it be that she lied?
“I don’t care if you do drugs, little one” Namjoon said walking closer to you “You see, the thing is, you never paid for any of it” he muttered looking down at you. “Just tell us the truth and I will let Jimin keep his promise”
You looked at him and then back to your lap. Was Eve really and addict? Was your best friend using your identity to get drugs?
You remember when one day you walked into her apartment as she was laying in her bad laughing at nothing. But you thought she was smoking weed again. Yet, perhaps she wasn’t.
But no matter what, your mind wandered back to those moments when she was the only person in your life that actually took care of you.
You made your decision. You will protect her. “Yes. I did.” You said before looking up “I ordered drugs from you”
But maybe, that was a bad decision because soon Namjoon’s laugh echoed through the room.
“Liar”
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gimmeyoon · 5 years ago
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     Hi friends! We have almost made it to my favorite month and the countdown to my favorite holiday begins! I have eight fics planned for the spooky season, but if I am being honest I am further behind than I wanted to be at this point, so the dates are subject to change because I do still have to do the whole college thing rip in peace. Also, I thought about doing a key but all of these are angst and smut and occasionally fluff but don’t count on it.
     Schedule below the cut so if you don’t care you can keep scrolling.
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✶ Slayer: Prologue | OT7
   ✦ Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
  ❝Slayer /ˈslāər/noun: one in a long line of young women chosen for a specific mission: to seek out and destroy vampires, demons and other forces of darkness. Ghouls, and Vampires, and formal, oh my! What’s a slayer to do except enlist her friends in the fight for good.❞
   ✦ Release Date: September 29th, 11:00 p.m. EST
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✶ New To This Living Thing | demon!Taehyung x Slayer!Reader
      ✦ Part of the Slayer Series
      ❝Being the Slayer is not how you imagined spending your life, let alone your first year in college. You try to keep it together, but when an empath demon rolls into town you can’t help but vent to him. Now he knows exactly what makes the Slayer tick.❞
      ↳ Release Date: October 6th, 2019, 11:00 p.m. EST
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✶ Only Human | human!Seokjin x Slayer!Reader
     ✦ Part of the Slayer Series
     ❝It’s formal season and the Slayer was too busy fighting the things that go bump in the night to get a date. She’s resigned to just going as friends with Jimin, when her neighbor shows up at her front door.❞
     ↳ Release Date: October 12th, 2019, 11:00 p.m. EST
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✶ Forever For You | vampire!Yoongi x Slayer!Reader
    ✦ Part of the Slayer Series
    ❝After avoiding him for weeks, the Slayer has to come to terms with the fact that she is attracted to Yoongi. A 307-year-old vampire. The very thing she is destined to destroy.❞
      ↳ Release Date: October 15th, 2019, 11:00 p.m. EST
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✶ Call It Magic | warlock!Jimin x Slayer!Reader
    ✦ Part of the Slayer Series
    ❝Yoongi has been missing for months and the Slayer has lost focus because of it. Jimin offers to brew her a potion that should mend her broken heart.❞
     ↳ Release Date: October 18th, 2019, 11:00 p.m. EST
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✶ I’ll Be Watching You | watcher!Namjoon x Slayer!Reader
     ✦ Part of the Slayer Series
     ❝A truth demon has cursed your college campus and now the Scooby Gang has to come to terms with what they have revealed. Careful, Slayer. Once the truth is out its hard to take it back.❞
     ↳ Release Date October 20th, 2019, 11:00 p.m. EST
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✶ Come Out To Play | werewolf!Jungkook x Slayer!Reader
     ✦ Part of the Slayer Series
     ❝Jungkook was always so sweet, except for the Full Moon. Then he was intent on killing the Slayer and anyone who stood in his way. With the rest of the Scooby Gang unavailable, the Slayer has no choice but to watch after her werewolf friend. Hopefully his bark is worse than his bite.❞
    ↳ Release Date: October 25th, 2019, 11:00 p.m. EST
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✶ Bite Me | vampire!Hoseok x Slayer!Reader
    ✦ Part of the Slayer Series
    ❝The Slayer made the mistake of getting involved with a vampire once, and she’s certainly not going to do it again. Yoongi was kind, intelligent, refined, basically human, all things that Hoseok is not. Then again, maybe the enemy of your enemy is your fuck buddy.❞
    ↳ Release Date: October 27th, 2019, 11:00 p.m. EST
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✶ Say My Name | Beetlejuice!Seokjin x ghost!reader
   ✦ Beetlejuice AU
    ❝So, you died. You’ve come to terms with it; watching over your boyfriend as you’re stuck haunting the apartment you used to live in. But now, he’s bringing new girls around, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t scare them off and you can’t leave. Time to call the ghost with the most for a little bio-exorcism, baby.❞  
   ↳ Release Date: October 31st, 2019, 11:00 p.m. EST
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06liner-blog · 6 years ago
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BTS REACTION - Your slut-shamed/ being called a slut
MASTERLIST REQUEST
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A/N: if you would like to request something, please go check my request out, just go read the guidelines in my master list, you can request any male k-pop group you’d like, but just know I only know how to write BTS  and learning GOT7 enjoy~
JIN
After the announcement of you both dating, an uproar came as well, since you were the ex of former idol Jay Park. which wasn’t a problem for Jin but to others, it seemed like you were like a gold digger, and things got very hard in the relationship.
Today was your birthday, Jin was on tour and he made a video and he posted it on Twitter and Instagram, you were crying really hard and you were so happy, and then you read the comments.
You weren't the type to seek validation form his fans, but you knew he loved them very much, and those comments were harsh, but one stood out to you.
“(Y/N) is such a slut, she goes after Jay park then Jin, she’s a whore who just wants attention and fame.” you felt so deflated, and it hurt, how they acted like mean girls.
For the next few days, you ignored his texts and calls, making him feel l
Like he did something horrible, and when he got home, he was pissed off at you, he wanted to yell out how you made him feel, but when he came in, he saw how you were crying on the floor, it hurt him, he knew about the whole slut-shaming you went through, but he didn't know how bad it really was.
He walked over to you, and hugged you tightly, “I am so sorry,” you hugged him closer. Soon moving up and kissed him, he did as well, not pulling away when he tasted your tears and wiped them off.
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YOONGI
You have severe depression and anxiety, you had used to self-harm and when you met him, he made you feel alive, he showed you love, but one day, you started to doubt him, when she came into your life.
His ex, she was an idol and she came to your table while you both were celebrating your birthday, he was in the bathroom, and she saw the scars and told you a matter-a-factly,
“He only shows you love because he pities you. you slut”
When you both got home, he went to his office, while you went to your bathroom, getting an old razor, you start cutting, thinking of all the times he had sex with you, the loving and rough, he always made you feel good, but now, it felt like he didn't even care.
When he saw your arm after you went to get water, he dragged you to the living room and got the first aid wrapping your arms up and then kissed your scars, old and new, and then kisses you.
“I don't know why you did this, and I don’t care, but know that I love you openly because  I want you to know you always have someone to talk to, I don’t pity you, and I never will.” you nod, and he kisses you, holding your face in his hands.
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HOSEOK
It all started with a photo, of you both during the morning, your chest was covered why his chest was also covered, you posted a photo with him snuggling into your shoulder, you were barely in it, and you were wearing a tank top, but people thought you both had sex.
“Slut!”
“Whore!”
“OMG, How can Jhope be okay with dating such a skank!?!”
You laughed at the immature comments, Hobi looked at the photo smiling and then taking a photo of you again, you were giggling while he kissed your cheek.
You had no reason for being sad about it, he always made being with him worth it, being happy with him was too good than to be sad, he kissed your cheek and wrote: “Morning with my Jagiaya are always the best.”
And yet again slut shames, but this time, you just take the phone and throw it at the floor, pulling hoseok onto you, then he starts kissing your cheek and neck. You lay sideways for a while and kiss.
“I love you so much Jagi!”
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NAMJOON
Since you lived in America, (you are white in this) he had decided to move there while Jin was on his military leave, (I read some crap article about how he was leaving for 2019, but he is leaving in 2020, I think) BigHit was okay with this and you both had been happy, this would be your 6th anniversary, you both had gotten engaged and were announcing some big news.
You had a mirror selfie with him towering over you and hugging your 4-month bump with your other arm touching his hand. “Baby #1! Here we come!” then the post explains how you both are 4 months pregnant and are expecting a boy, and everyone was happy for you both, but then there was some backlash against you, since you weren't necessarily married, but you were getting eloped then when the others, including him, were done with their military training, you both would have a normal wedding, and you would move to Korea with him, then start your family.
Some fans were jealous? So to speak, they didn't like it and sent hate to you and your child, one, in particular, was very hurtful and did scare you both, and it even made news, watching an interview with some of the members it was asked.
“So Suga, have you heard about the death threat against RM’s partner (Y/N) and their son Devin?” he nodded.
“Um, I have heard about it and I did contact RM to make sure everything was okay, I don’t think that (Y/N) is a slut and I don’t think that their child is a mistake and I am very excited to meet the little one.”
The comment was, when I see (Y/N) (L/N) I’m going to run her and her bastard child over, the slut and Bastard need to die. It didn't really hurt you, you never saw the reason in taking online opinions seriously. But it scared you because you knew some people would take those threats seriously.
Then, when your son was born, you both took a photo with him, and he held you both close, whispering how much he loved you both, “Jagiya, I’m sorry about the death threat against you and our son.” you looked back at him and kissed his cheek, smiling.
“There is nothing to apologize for,” and that was the end of the conversation.
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JIMIN
You were in university for (degree) and you may him while interning for BigHit, and that's how it started, and you both were happy, but things did get hard when students would slut shamed you.
One day, you were calling Jimin and was talking about the whole baby business, yeah, you both were actually talking about it, even though you both haven't been in the relationship for a year.
You smiled and didn’t even notice the girls that were really jealous of you and how you got the guy that they could've gotten. You giggled.
“Jimin, if we have a girl, I'm naming her Hana, if its a boy, I’m naming him Yoomin, I'm not naming him Jimin-” you were shoved, dropping your phone, the girl called you a slut and then walked off, you sighed. Picking up your phone and started talking to him.
“What happened?” you sigh.
“Some girl called me a slut and shoved me. I’m fine,” he sighs, telling you he loved you and how he felt sorry for how things were. You giggled, telling him that it was fine, and how a lot of girls go through it.
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TAEHYUNG
You both had a crazy relationship, only 3 months into the relationship you both had gotten pregnant with your daughter, and then 2 years later you got pregnant with your twin sons, he did want to be married, but you wanted to wait a little longer, but you were also expecting your fourth child, another boy, and you both had just announced it.
You both were at a restaurant together with your three- well four kids, your 3-year-old daughter was playing on her iPad, your 1-year-old twins were occupying your boyfriend. While you were holding your daughter agaisnt your 7-month bump. Then a young girl came to him, smiling and looking towards him expectantly, but he was too occupied with Tae-Wook and Tae-Kyung. You tapped her shoulder smiling.
“Um, Tae is kinda busy so, if you’d like, after we are done with our food he can take a photo with you-” she shoved your hand away, making your daughter flinch and starts sobbing silently.
“Don’t touch me, slut, your the reason no one else can get V’s attention.” she stormed off, you held Kyung-Min and soothed her, Tae looked confused on why that young girl called you a slut. But you knew why.
“Babe why did she-”
“Because she thinks that I’m the reason why you arent with some actress anymore.”
He sighed, nodding, you both knew that wasn't true and that he loved you for who you were and who you gave him, and who you were about to give him.
After you both were walking to the park when the same girl came up to him, asking for a photo with him, he sighed and looked down to his daughter, who cowered in fear of the girl, he bowed and apologized and kept walking. Not before saying.
“Please don't ever call my girlfriend a slut.” and he walked off, leaving that girl red in the face out of embarrassment.
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JUNGKOOK
Okay, you both met while in junior high, he was your first when in high school, you both had been dating for a while, he proposed on your 8th anniversary, even though you both were 21 (Jungkook is actually 19 in the US) you said yes an when it was announced by the company. ARMY.Was.Furious.
Army thought that you were taking away their little maknae when you were not, they called you a slut, a whore, and told you to go and kill yourself. They thought Jungkook knocked you up or something, but he didn't he just felt like it was the right time.
When he got onto a vlive, he noted for everyone, THAT YOU BOTH WERE HAPPY TOGETHER AND THAT HE WANTED TO SPEND THE REST OF HIS LIFE WITH YOU. And another time that you bot was on vlive, another ARMY called you a slut, and he said to you.
“You are my innocent little angel, you know that? I would never once trade you jagiya.” he kissed your nose while you held onto his shoulders, you smiled and nodded.
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ohenoch · 6 years ago
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Hogwarts!BTS
Oke so
This was pretty tricky to decide but here’s what I think
In Gryffindor, there’s Taehyung
In Hufflepuff, there’s Hoseok and Jimin
In Ravenclaw, there’s Jin and Jungkook
In Slytherin, there’s Namjoon and Yoongi
That’s just my opinion don’t kill me pls
So it works out that JK is in 3rd year, Tae and Jimin are in 4th year, Hoseok and Rm are in 5th year, Yoongi is in 6th year and Jin is in 7th
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Okay so RM
So quiet and shy but really helpful and kind when he lets his guard down
Everyone thinks he’s this tall intimidating Slytherin who hates everyone but he’s actually very chill and a little scared of mostly everyone
Most people would guess he’s in Ravenclaw if it wasn’t for the tie and robes
He’s in Slytherin because he’s not only smart but ambitious and driven to do what he thinks is best
He’s a half-blood
Excels in every subject except for Potions, he’s too clumsy and can’t measure too well
His Patronus is an Eagle
Met Yoongi at his sorting ceremony and had been close to him ever since
Met Jin when he was in his 2nd year after a group of Gryffindors hexed him, Jin was the one to take him to Madam Pomfrey and get Jimin and Tae to charm the guys who did this to Joon
Met everyone else through Jin a month after
Wants to become a Divination Professor and break Slytherin stereotypes of being bad people who bully people  
Just a good. good guy 
onto Yoongi
Is a stereotypical Slytherin, hard-hearted and viewed as overconfident
Is actually really empathetic and kind but likes to not seem vulnerable
His whole house claim they’ve only seen him smile twice
He loves Defence of the Dark Arts the most because he learns to protect himself and the people he cares about most
He’s a muggle and he’s pretty insecure about it
Has one older sister who’s married to an Auror
Gets teased sometimes for being a muggle in Slytherin
Tries to show that it doesn’t affect him but Joon has heard him crying in his bed more than a few times
Taehyung tries to show Yoongi that blood status doesn’t really matter in this day and age
Wears skinny jeans instead of school trousers because he doesn’t give a fuck
Has a white cat called Dumpling
His Patronus is a leopard
Envies Hoseok and his friendliness
Wants to become an Auror and protect people
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next is Jimin
Was so excited to come to Hogwarts and meet new people to befriend
Everyone thinks he’s the sweetest boy in the whole school
But they know better than that
There was this one time where Jimin physically attacked a Ravenclaw for slipping a sickness potion into Taehyungs cup at dinner once
Now everyone knows to tread carefully around him
Will do anything for his friends
His Patronus is an elephant
He’s a pureblood and the youngest in a family of successful Slytherin and Gryffindor wizards/witches who work at the ministry
His whole family were slightly disappointed at him being in Hufflepuff and act slightly different towards him
He and Taehyung are the terrible twins, add that with Jungkook and you have a trio of trouble
Is best at Potions and loves making new and weird stuff
Met Yoongi in his 1st year and wouldn’t leave the moody boy alone
Is a metamorphagus so his hair changes colour
Is the chaser on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team
Hopes to become a wandmaker even if his family don’t approve
Is super quick and nimble
Just a little cutie pie
Hoseok next
A stereotypical Hufflepuff with extra happiness
The brightest, friendliest guy you will ever meet
Loves all his friends
Could never hate anyone even if he tried
Some people find him annoying because of his personality and he gets so sad
He just doesn’t understand why people don’t like him, he’s never done anything bad to them
Loves charms the most, just loves having fun with magic
Has broken his wand too many times to count and is constantly getting it repaired by Jimin
His Patronus is a fox
He got so shocked when he found out because.  Foxes are scary
But they’re also cute and friendly
he’s from a well known pureblood family who are the most down to earth people you’ll ever meet
Has four sisters, three older, two working in the ministry the other who are married with kids and a younger who’s around 5
Met Jimin when he almost pushed him into the black lake on a day out with some kids from his house
Almost cried because of this
He and Jimin have been best buds ever since
He’s only gotten angry publicly one time
He and Yoongi found a bunch of kids hiding Namjoons possessions around the castle and they both just flipped
Namjoon and Yoongi had to rip him off of one of the guys after he called Yoongi a mudblood
Wants to have a muggle job and a job in the wizarding world
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Jin
Absolute charmer
Everyone likes him and he’s very kind and thoughtful to everyone
Is an ideal Ravenclaw
Smart and logical
But is actually a good finder
Like when your mum can find your stuff even when you’ve looked in the same spots
Is a mum, an actual mum
Helps Madam Pomfrey out when he has free classes
He doesn’t have a favourite class, but he loves medicine and first aid and all that stuff so if he had to pick it’d be potions
Wants to heal people and help anyone in trouble, because he never had anyone to take care of him
He’s a werewolf, he had no one to help him through it and he hopes that nobody will go through what he would
Hides the fact that he’s a werewolf so nobody goes after him
His Patronus is a giraffe
Is closest with Namjoon but feels very protective over all the boys
He’s a half-blood with no parents, lives with his grandparents who are too frail to look after him but they do their best and he loves them to pieces
Hopes to become a doctor one day and save lives
Onto  Jungkook
Can seem like a cocky little shit
But is actually pretty reserved and shy sometimes
His Patronus is a lion, so it’s kinda controversial
Adopted by a half-blood family but is genetically pure blood
He doesn’t care for his real parents as they gave him up when he was a few weeks old
But now feels as though he has to prove himself and be the best at everything to make up for his parents leaving him
But he loves his family
Has two brothers,and a sister, all older than him
Makes friends pretty easily but is only close with a fair few
His favourite class is Flying/Quidditch or Care of Magical Creatures he can’t choose
Loves animals a lot
Has a pet owl
Loves to explore the castle and find new and hidden places
Loves talking to the ghosts and paintings to find out about them
His Patronus is a rabbit
Plays as a Beater on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and absolutely loves it
Once broke Tae’s arm by accidentally hitting him instead of the bludger
Tae got his revenge by making him fall off of his broom about 60 feet from the ground
Is close with all the boys and tries to see them as much as possible
But it’s hard when they’re all in different years
Quotes vines to all his half-blood and muggle friends down the hallway and all the purebloods try to figure out what’s happening
“This bitch empty YEET”
“Why are you throwing your cauldron down the hall, you need that”
Can see into the near future, the furthest he could see was two weeks but never got any further than that
Wants to become a Quidditch player and win that sweet sweet money
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Taehyung now
He was a little apprehensive about Hogwarts at first and was a little frightened
He didn’t know much about the houses until after a few weeks when his new friend Jimin explained it to him
He doesn’t know if the hat made the right choice putting him in Gryffindor
He’s a muggle with one older brother and his dad
His mother left them when he was a child
His favourite lesson is Herbology, he found out quickly that he had a green thumb
Has plants everywhere and sometimes plants flowers in the school courtyards just to liven the place up
Can be very mischievous and sly
Once made the caretakers hair glittery because he confiscated one of his plants after it tried to bite him
“Don’t you dare touch Henry you foul, ghastly creature”
Will kill you if you hurt his plants
Almost stabbed a kid in the hand with a gardening fork after they pulled out a baby plant
His patronus is a monkey
Is a beater on the Gryffindor team along with Jungkook
These two together are an unstoppable force
Knew he was a Gryffindor when he took a hex for Namjoon without any doubt
Found the secet passgeway to the kitchens and hangs with the elfs and sometimes helps out
Made a pact with Peeves to not hurt any of his friends or him and to hep out against bullies
Values his friends more than anything
Wants to become a Herboligist and travel the world to discover new plants
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openupblackwidow · 6 years ago
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The Suns of Gunshots Ch. 12
Fandom: BTS & GOT7 Characters: Reader & BTS–Yoongi & GOT7 Genre: Thriller Rating: E for Everyone Length: 2637 Words Summary: After being saved by your friends, you find yourself swept up in a whirlwind of an unwanted adventure on Purge night.  Author’s Notes: Please be aware that chapters of this story may contain mature content (mostly violence), as it is a Purge related fanfic. It could potentially trigger some people, so please proceed with caution. This is my first time writing something with a lot of action and something dark like this as I normally write fluff. All feedback is greatly appreciated and welcome, within reason (don’t just tell me you hated it without giving something constructive that I can work with).
Chapter One (M/TW) | Chapter Two (E) | Chapter Three (E) | Chapter Four (M/TW) | Chapter Five (M/TW) | Interlude (E) | Chapter Six (E) | Chapter Seven (M/TW) | Chapter Eight (M/TW) | Chapter Nine (M/TW) | Chapter Ten (M/TW) | Christmas Interlude (E) | Chapter Eleven (M/TW)
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“It looks like they didn’t follow us,” a strong voice whispered into a wire at his chest. “Let’s plan to meet at the agreed upon place as soon as possible. Remember, keep your eyes and ears open. Stay safe.”
There was a scratch of sound before a quick roger that echoed into his ear and his fingers released his shirt. The man looked up at the crew of three who had accompanied him. Two watched him with accomplished eyes, while one was still stationed by the window of the apartment they’d arrived at.
“You all need to see this,” he whispered to the glass, his warm breath creating an misty sheen on the window that he quickly wiped away.
The man reached the window in what felt like two steps and leaned toward it. The street below was lit by street lights and headlights. Though the fog made it difficult to see details, they could make out the shadows of two bikes racing toward them with a band of what he could only imagine to be trucks and vans giving chase.
The bikes neared the building but never made it. Instead, the bodies atop them were flung into the street. Initially, he thought there were only two, but one shadowy mass broke apart until three of them were stuck on the road.
“We should go help,” came a soft voice to his left. He could feel his companion moving to go out, but his hand gripped his shirt and he shook his head.
“I want to help, I really do, but there’s four of us and who knows how many of them in those vehicles.”
And sure enough, as the chasers made their descent on the three, he could see rivers of shadows pouring out and backing a lone figure near the front -- the leader. He kept his hand fisted on his friend’s shirt as they continued to silently watch.
Frustration boiled up within him. What was happening? All they could see were the dark masses and it appeared the leader was simply standing there. No, that didn’t make sense. He was conversing with the one body on the ground that had moved. But what was he saying?
“Open the window,” he whispered. He could feel eyes blink at him in surprise and confusion. “Open it!” he barked again in a hushed tone.
“Surely you don’t want them both to die,” they picked up as the cool night are drifted into the apartment. “Who do you choose?”
He stepped back confused at what they’d heard. Three bodies, one choice. He turned and closed the window before he looked to the other three.
“Get ready to help. We don’t know what the situation will be, but we need to get down there.”
There was no argument as they nodded and grabbed their weapons. The quiet voice from before was even quieter now as he reached over and slung a bag full of medical supplies over his shoulder.
The four walked out and into the nearby alley. They hid within the shadows, going unnoticed by the gathering of shadow people who were either too distracted by their leader’s scene, or too blinded by the fog to notice the group of guys who were just feet away. The answer came to them quickly enough.
Engines that had been humming idly growled back to life as doors slammed and voices hooted and hollered. One man walked dangerously close with something in his hands. A body. As they passed, the fog lifted just slightly and he was able to catch a fleeting glimpse of the limp form.
“Jimin,” he whispered.
Beside him, a pair of eyes widened in shock and surprise. “You saw him too?”
He nodded.
They watched as the vehicles began to move away and he pulled his shirt back to his lips again. “Cancel the previous plans. We’ve got a convoy moving in your direction. Give chase but in secret. There are too many for just the three of you. Find out where they’re going and get an idea of body count. Meet us at the park on 6th and main. Again, do not engage. Stealth. I know that’s hard for some of you but there’s a more important matter right now than picking a simple fight on Purge night.”
A reply of confirmation was sent to his ear and as soon as the four were sure the others were gone, they ran through the fog to the bodies on the ground. A girl and…
“Yoongi. Damn it,” he mumbled. He instantly regretted not helping sooner, but even for a friend he knew their fight would have been hopeless.
“Both of them have a pulse,” his quiet friend spoke up. “I need to bandage her head,” he said with a nod to the female.
“Not on the street,” the leader called, feeling less chipper about the night than he had just moments ago. “We have to move them. Let’s get into the treeline of the park for added coverage.”
Once more, no one argued and while the other two scooped Yoongi up together, he leaned down and cradled the girl’s body to his chest. With glances left and right, they moved from the street into the trees.
“Let me see her,” his friend anxiously whispered to him.
He set her down in the dead grass and pulled off his coat. He draped it over her body for added warmth and looked over his shoulder at his old friend who was still unconscious. What trouble had he gotten into? Why had they taken Jimin?
“She took a good hit to the head, but I think she’ll be alright,” came a voice from the ground beside him. He looked down to watch as the sunshine from their group masked his brightness with a worried frown. He’d done a good job bandaging the girl’s head where blood had decorated it moments ago, but there was nothing more he could do.
“Great,” he whispered in a form of praise. “What about Yoongi?”
“He’s coming to!” someone responded a little too excitedly. “Yoongi? Yoongi, can you hear me?”
“You’re supposed… to call… me Suga… in public, you dumbass,” came a breathy response, followed by the slightly of lip twitches into a smirk.
“I think he’s fine,” came a chuckle of response.
The two knelt down before Yoongi who looked at them both in confusion and relief.
“I would say it’s great to see you guys again, but it’s never great to see JB and Mark’s faces.”
My head. Why did it hurt so bad? Why was it throbbing so much? Is this what death feels like? Am I dying? Panic surged through my body as I tried to move, but realized I was in some sort of dreamlike state. It was dark and quiet and extremely cold. Am I alone? Where are the guys?
Warmth blossomed around the coldness, easing the anxiety I was beginning to feel. Yoongi? I could feel hands on my face, something wet swiping across my skin, making the spot feel icy, before it was warmed again by something dry. The fingers were gentle as they danced along my skin. Jimin.
Jimin had always been more gentle than Yoongi in many ways. His words, his actions, his smile. It was graceful and smooth and nothing but gentle.
Yoongi was like the warmth, taking over instantly without any warning. He was bold and strong and never cared what others thought, he just did what he felt was best for others.
I should have never picked. I should have never said the hurtful words that had come from my lips before we’d left. I needed both of them in very different ways. We were a trio. Two of us without the other felt incomplete and wrong. We should have all died together. Then again, I knew the Eliminators would have never allowed that. They had made their decision before it was even offered. Had I chosen to let us die, they would have either killed us and taken Jimin, or left us to live and taken Jimin anyway. Their target had always been Jimin. This was just a twisted, sick game now.
Jimin. They had taken him. Jimin was gone. Sweet, caring, graceful Jimin.
But what had happened to them?
My head screamed again and I felt my throat tighten as a soft groan echoed from it. Voices. I heard voices.
“Yoongi?” I croaked hoping it was his voices and not someone looking to end me.
More voices. I couldn’t make them out, but they were there. My fingers curled as another pain stabbed my head.
“It’s okay,” came an unfamiliar voice, cutting through the others and finding its way to me. It was soft and sweet. It sounded like summer and sunshine and hope. How a person could manages to make their voice sound so promising and sure, I would never know, but in this moment, I knew it would be okay.
Despite the pain, my eyes blinked open slowly. Around me, blurred faces began to take shape. I knew none of them.
My eyes shot up and I moved to scuttle away but I couldn’t. My fingers swept the earth around me, but I could find no weapon, just an unfamiliar jacket that had been blanketed over my body.
“Who are you?” I finally managed to spit out.
“It’s okay,” came a calm, familiar sound. “They’re friends.”
“Yoongi?”
He staggered a bit as he finally took his feet and came to squat beside me. His fingers brushed aside my hair to look at my head. They wrapped around my jaw to move my face around so he could check every nook and cranny.
“They’re my friends,” he finally spoke again. “Old friends I haven’t seen in awhile, but friends. They won’t hurt us.”
He plopped down tiredly beside me with a sigh. A finger stretched out and pointed. “Jinyoung, Mark, their leader JB, and their medic, Youngjae. He’s the one who bandaged you up.”
“Hi,” Youngjae said with a small smile and wave.
So this was the voice I had heard. His was the voice that had lulled me from my darkness and brought me back here. Even his smile was infectious, as small as it was.
“Thank you,” I finally mumbled, receiving a nod in return.
“Do you remember what happened? Do you remember the Eliminators and the wreck? And…” he trailed off, clearly not able to bring himself to finish.
“And I sent Jimin to his death,” I finished for him.
“You didn’t,” he argued back. “They would have filled us if you hadn’t chosen. They would have just finished it if you hadn’t agreed to play their game. As wrong as it is, your decision has given us a chance to stay alive, and a chance to get Jimin back. You didn’t send him to his death.”
He sounded so sure. The fact that he and the others had once been friends with the Eliminators’ leader, must have been what backed his sureness, because I certainly didn’t feel that way. I was positive Jimin was already dead and his body discarded on the side of the street somewhere.
“I had guys following them,” JB piped up. “They’re on their way here now with the information. Just stay put and we’ll figure this out.”
He definitely was a leader. He reminded me of Namjoon, calm and collected in the middle of a crisis. Where he had thought to have the gang tailed, I would have been running around in circles, flailing my arms like one of those dancing air dolls car dealerships had out in their lots.
The others moved away to give Yoongi and I some time after Youngjae handed me a bottle of water and a couple of aspirin. Yoongi dropped his arm over my shoulder and pulled me into a side hug, letting my head rest on his shoulder.
“I promise we’ll find him and get him back. None of this is your fault. He and I should have been more focused tonight instead of being stupid and fighting like children. We’ll get him back. We have to.”
I knew his words were more of a promise to himself than to me. As worried as I was, I couldn’t begin to fathom how Yoongi must feel. Jimin was his best friend. They’d been friends for so long. I had messed that up. Despite Yoongi saying it wasn’t my fault, I couldn’t help but continue to feel like it was.
“You’re right,” I softly mumbled out. “We will get him back. I have to make right what I’ve wronged. I have to make sure you two make up. I have make sure Jimin lives. Otherwise, he won’t know what I said earlier to you both is a lie.”
I moved away from Yoongi’s arm to look him directly in the face. “I’m sorry, Yoongi. I should have never said I didn’t need you or Jimin. You both have done so much for me. You both are the reason I am still alive. I should have never said that.”
He pulled me toward him in a hug again. “It’s okay,” he whispered in my ear. “I know. It’s okay.”
We stayed that way for what felt like hours before we wear the sound of motors nearing and the hushed voices of the others. I instinctively reached for my weapon that wasn’t there before shrinking back into Yoongi, feeling helpless like the time he and Jimin had found me.
Everyone fell quiet and hid as footsteps crunched on grass cautiously. A whistle. A sigh of relief.
“It’s them,” JB called to us.
Three guys walked into sight and raised a hand up.
“Yoongi. Miss,” greeted one.
“This is Jackson. He’s the leader of this trio. The other two are BamBam and Yugyeom. They’re with us. They have information,” JB explained to me.
“We followed them back to an old, rundown looking warehouse on the outskirts of town. The old factory building. Jimin’s alive,” Jackson started.
At the confirmation of Jimin’s survival, I felt my back stiffen as I sat straighter. I was desperate for more information. How did he look? Was he really hurt? Were they beating him?
“They had him bound at the hands and tape over his mouth. He walked in with little fight,” he finished as if reading my mind.
I shrank back into my shell. Little fight. Had he already given up? That didn’t sound like the Jimin I knew.
“We wrote down the location,” BamBam added.
JB looked from his crew to Yoongi, his eyes serious. “We’ll help. There’s no way you can take them all on alone. They guessed at least twenty target bodies, maybe even thirty. Who knows how many are hidden inside too. You’ll need as many hands as you can get.”
Yoongi nodded in thanks and stood up. He borrowed a phone and called Namjoon. “We’re stocking up and going there. We’ve got to get Jimin out.”
Though I couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation, I knew Namjoon must have agreed. When Yoongi hung up the phone, he extended his hand to me to pull me to my feet. He looked to JB and sighed. “We appreciate any help you can and will give us. We don’t expect you guys to put your lives at risk. The least we can ask for is a ride to our place. After that, if you want to disappear, we’ll remain good friends and no hurt feelings will linger.”
JB looked around at his men who stood beside him. None of them backed away. None of them refused. He returned his gaze to Yoongi and grinned. “We’re in this for the long haul. We’ll get Jimin out or die trying.”
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