#Jin is on his way to wipe your tears

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injustice (3)

series summary. the holy grail of the seven men who ruled the country's entertainment used to be your friends at school. now, ten years later and between successes and failures, what reason would they have to want to come back into your life? pairing. eventually ot7 x f!reader. content. first of all, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! a lot of curse words, a lot of self-deprecation and low self esteem. no proofread. this is nawt silly writing, we're diving right into the aNgSt. jumpscare? iykyk a/n. hi guys! this was a rollercoaster for me to write, but i hope it doesn't come as harsh as i think it is. pls let me know what you think in the comments!! see you next week!!

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You had gone through a scenario like that in your head several times. A variety of moments, conversations and looks that always ended in the same unpleasant, inevitable and demoralizing way: you were forgotten by the people you loved most in the world. Only when you reached 18 would you realize how heartbreaking the dull thud of the silence of indifference was, how sharp and icy the loneliness was, how it penetrated and paralyzed your bones; but at that time, at 16, you could still convince yourself that all those things were only in your head and would always be there.

“Now that you're the last to go, you guys are much more likely to forget about me.”

“Of course not! In fact, as soon as I start earning money I'll save up to take you with us.”

Jungkook shook his head, his narrowed eyes judging you as if having insecurities was a sin. You believed his words at that moment, because being the last one still with you, 'cause you were going to graduate from school in the same year, it was the only thing you could do. Hold on to the idea that you really weren't going to be forgotten, because the mere conception of a future without your best friends was inconceivable.

“Jimin-hyung said he was going to try to call more often,” your friend went on, his eyes fixed on the bass on his lap and his important task of leaving it neat before returning it to its holy post in the school's music room. “I haven't talked to them in about three days.”

Jimin and Taehyung had left just a couple of months ago, but thanks to the opportunities opened to them with their incredible willingness, discipline and some string twitching on Namjoon's part, they had managed to get into a great academy to train and fulfill their dreams.

That also brought with it, as irreversible side effects, that your communication with them was drastically reduced. You had to constantly remind yourself and Jungkook that it was out of their control. With their future at stake, there was something for which they had to exert extreme effort and for which to sacrifice some other things.

“It's normal that they don't have as much time as they used to, Kookie.” You lowered your head, noticing the way his hands delicately handled the instrument on his legs. Since Jimin and Taehyung had left there was no time of day when you could tear yourself away from Jungkook, which is why you accompanied him to his extracurricular music lessons when you really should have been studying for the college entrance exam. “Life after school gets really hectic.”

“I've heard that college life is quieter.” Jungkook twisted his lips, wiping between the strings and his fingerprints left on the bass every time he moved it back and forth to clean it. It was an almost irresistible cycle.

“The only one at college right now is Seokjin and even about him we haven't heard much.” You leaned back against the piano, noticing Jungkook's movements pause for a moment as he surely reminisced about the few times he had been able to talk to Jin that month.

It had been two years since Seokjin had graduated and traveled all the way to the capital to study medicine. Needless to say, it was more than clear that communication with Jin would be almost nil from then on, but Jungkook always used to pout about it.

“It's just that Jin-hyung also chose a rather demanding career.” Jungkook twisted his lips, as if suppressing Jin in his head, waving the microfiber towel over the edges of the bass.

“And the others are trying too hard to carve their way through. It can be as complicated as going out to look for a job right after graduating.”

Jungkook nodded, admiring his cleaning job with a frown. He looked so focused that it caught you by surprise when he spoke again.

“You already know if you're going to college, noona? We're graduating this year.”

You blinked once, twice, three times. His nonchalant self went back to waving the towel over nonexistent smudges as you breathed in and decided not to go that route. “Will you?”

Jungkook raised his head, pausing his movements for a moment to try to analyze your gaze. With a sigh, he let out your poorly disguised way of shifting the focus of the conversation to get up and hang the instrument, glowing, on the wall of the music room.

“I don't know yet… Namjoon-hyung says he can help me.”

“Isn't it your dream, why do you doubt it?”

“I'm not sure, noona. What if I don't measure up? What if I fail?”

When your friend turned away, the mirror to his soul showed his vulnerability dancing on the edge of his eyelids. His distrust constricted your heart, a hand closing around your throat at the inner conflicts you knew Jungkook used to have and in the face of which you often couldn't do anything about because he didn't usually share such things.

“Then you try again.”

“Noona…” Jungkook wanted to grumble, it was obvious from the way his eyes moved to the ceiling, his head cocking as if he was about to give you a big life lesson on why you can't survive on motivational phrases.

But Jungkook was a softie about such things, even if he tried to hide it.

“Jungkook, you are literally a golden promise. No process is ever easy, especially in the industry you want to get into, but don't think for a second that you're going to outgrow it. You're one of the most capable people I've ever met.”

Your friend stopped his steps, when after hanging up the bass he was returning to your post in front of you, raising his head as if caught committing a prank. But the vulnerability in his eyes remained, and by the way they shone in the dim light of the room, still blinking to try to contain the emotion, you knew your words had tugged at just that thorn in his heart you were trying to pull out.

“Thank you, noona.”

“I'm just telling the truth.” You lifted a shoulder, shaking your head nonchalantly like it was no big deal, and Jungkook just let out an amused chuckle.

“You do know we'd never forget about you, right? How could we?”

-

“How could we?”

Yuna shook her head, frowning at her phone, oblivious to the way you cringed at her choice of words.

“She's bringing celebrities into the store and she want us to leave? Don't we work so well that we always take the top employee of the month spot even though it should only be held by one person? Don't we deserve that gift?”

You watched her, marveling at how after just a few seconds so many emotions could build up into an overwhelming knot in your chest. The old notes of an old piano played in the back of your head, bringing to the surface memories of when life was easier; when you thought you had it all and nothing would ever be better than that; when you thought you were enough.

“So what do you plan to do about it?” you blinked, focusing on the notation of bills in your notebook with an invisible hand squeezing your heart.

There was no use thinking about such things after so long.

Yuna pursed her lips, her expression serious and forceful. “I think we should have a sit-in.”

“We should? That sounds like more than one person.”

“Do you disagree with me?”

“I'm happy with going home early, especially on a Friday, you know?”

“y/n,” Yuna came up to your face over the cash register display case, her forearms resting on the glass and her eyes so bright with determination you were sure her head could light the whole store on fire the way she was scheming and scheming, running around like her life depended on it, “we could be close to meeting the seven gods of Olympus, and you think the best thing to do is go home?”

“Just in case you forgot, I have a business to run now.” You reminded her, moving to poke her with your middle finger all over her forehead and push her away from the cash register now that a new customer had come in.

“What business should a business matter when you could meet the reason for existence itself?”

Yuna dropped onto the display case, her body sliding like jelly until only her head was left on the glass. You and the new customer watched her, her arms limp at her sides and her gaze lost. A lone tear running down the bridge of her nose.

“God, you're so dramatic.”

“Does that mean yes?” Her head snapped up like a spring, a big smile scaring the soul out of the customer who ducked behind your friend to run for their order.

“No and stop acting like that, you're going to scare away customers.”

Yuna whined, her exaggerated tantrum leading you to wiggle your feet all the way to the cellar.

“I'm offering you the holy grail, and this is how you pay me?”

The sound of her feet shuffling behind you kept your head sane. Even though his insinuations were baseless, your heart was pounding so hard you felt your ribs throbbing through your muscles and skin.

Your boss had written to Yuna that you two could leave the store early today because she had a private meeting to attend. She asked them to leave everything to Patrick, including clearing the store of customers and not to worry about paying for the shift, because there would be no discount at the end of the month. Yuna was faithfully and blindly convinced that your boss really wanted you to stay, because she spent almost ten minutes with her eyes glued to the screen almost without blinking, watching the 'typing…' appear and disappear under your boss's contact name. 'I'm sure she's debating how much confidence she has in us…', she said as her red eyes missed no detail of that important chat and that primordial moment, ending in an offended 'none!' when her last message came through.

In the same way, Yuna convinced herself that the meeting that would take place in the same place where your feet were planted was going to be attended by the seven entertainment kings of the country. The unmentionables, for all practical purposes. Where had she come to that conclusion? There was no foundation. Had your boss given any hints? None. Yuna had her head in the clouds believing she could meet her idols if she insisted a little longer.

“Would you really prefer to stand your friend up to meet seven men you don't even know for sure will show up here?”

“Well…if you put it that way it sounds like I'm doing something wrong.”

“Mmm, you just figured that out?”

Yuna dropped her shoulders as you took off your apron. Her tactics weren't going to work and it was time to give up. She half-heartedly opened her locker and stood looking at you with puppy dog eyes. You felt as guilty as if you had stepped on her tail by accident.

“Look, if I'm being honest, I doubt gigantically that Sol will tell you that you can stay if you ask her.”

“Not even for everything we've been through together?”

“She's still our boss, Yuna.”

Your friend mimicked your actions with a slower speed, her emotion draining away little by little. When her head cocked to the side, halfway through taking off her apron, you only sighed.

“The worst that can happen is I get fired, right?”

You weren't surprised that she was nevertheless willing to cross that line.

“That doesn't sound like much to you?”

“I can always write her a 'ha, ha, just joking' afterwards and get out of harm's way.”

You didn't contain the irresistible urge to roll your eyes and Yuna took that as her own signal or green light. Next thing you knew she was pulling out her phone and typing animatedly on the screen.

“I really don't think you should do that.”

“I have to try! Can I call myself a good fan if I don't do even the impossible?”

“You don't even know if they'll come.”

“I have a hunch.”

With her hand over her heart, Yuna sent the message and you feared for her life. While Sol was not at all close to the idea and conceptualization of a crazy and ruthlessly demanding boss, she did draw the line at several specific situations that they had both learned to respect. One of those was, of course, private meetings at her place. You and Yuna had set up the place countless times for Sol to sit quietly and chat with her most famous acquaintances, because her office was too formal to deal with them there, but her own home was extremely informal for the same purpose. The cafeteria served as a middle ground, the perfect place to be comfortable when talking business.

“Patrick is coming.” Yuna spoke again and by the way her eyes didn't leave the screen you could tell Sol hadn't responded yet.

“I wish you the best of luck, Yuna.”

“Thank you! Coming from you it's a blessing, indeed.”

“And why's that?”

You finally stood up, closing your locker with your strap bag over your right shoulder. You were ready to leave while your friend was still biting her index fingernail waiting for an almost impossible and inconceivable message from her boss.

“What else can I expect from the writer who blew up overnight and is soon going to be one of the New York Times bestsellers and famous worldwide?”

“Ah,” you turned your head, unable to contain inwardly the way a warmth settled in your chest; you still had a hard time accepting how things had turned out, but as long as you couldn't control the influx of orders that had to take a back seat, “smooth.”

Yuna smiled and when her eyes met yours you swore she was about to tell you one more time how proud she was of you, but her phone vibrated in her hands and the last thing you saw her eyes widen exaggeratedly before her scream shook the foundations of the store and almost the entire city.

“SHE SAID YES!!!!”

-

Arriving home unleashed immeasurable chaos.

As soon as you opened the front door, a river of books fell like dominoes, with your father's groans and your mother's screams in the background, the sound of your work echoing in your head like lightning as stomping echoed through the house.

“Seojun, I told you to be careful walking…!”The angry expression on your mother's face disappeared the moment she recognized your face, her features softening as she knew it was her daughter. “Honey. What are you doing here so early?”

“Is that y/n?” your dad's exclamation rang out from the kitchen.

“Yes!” your mom yelled back.

The welcome was nice, but things only got more and more tedious from then on. On the one hand, you had your father telling you about accounts, numbers and multiplications of how much you had to take out of your pocket to pay for the prints, how much you would make if you sold all the books you had printed and how much you would get back, and on the other hand you had your mother telling you about the countless publishers who had written to your dm's seeking to sponsor the sale of your books, taking advantage of the boom that had been generated by the phenomenon that was Kim Taehyung.

Seojun, who had decided to move back home for the weekend to help with whatever was needed, was telling you that they had had to hire five different deliverymen -three of them trucks- to be able to deliver as many orders a day as possible, while vehemently hitting your father's forearm to remind him to include that in the accounts.

Your father was in charge of everything related to money, your mother of the direct communication with customers and Seojun of the orders; everything was done by them, with Yuna's help when she was not working, with the excuse that after so many years you just had to sit down and enjoy the fruit of your sowing without any worries.

But at that moment, when they had just let go and thrown all their worries at your feet, they stared at you expectantly.

"We need a loan."

Your mother jumped in her chair. "That's what I said!"

"That's not necessary." Your father shook his head, as he surely would have done when your mother suggested the idea judging by the expression that had planted itself on her face. "Take a loan from my wallet, but don't do business with those bankers. They'll gouge your eyes out with interest."

"Or take a publisher's offer. They'll take care of all this." Seojun pointed out, his long black hair brushing his eyebrows even though he shook it nonchalantly so he could get a good look at the three of them.

"Publishers can be freeloaders too." Your mother counter-argued, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Oh, yeah? How many publishers have you signed on with to assert that?"

"Wow, careful with that tone, Mr. Lawyer." Your father pointed at your brother, while your mother only raised an eyebrow at him in response. Seojun sank into the chair, barely dragging an apology through his teeth.

"It's not a bad idea either, Dad."

His brown eyes returned to meet your gaze and you noticed the hesitation in them.

"Well, ultimately, it's your decision, honey."

Your mother squeezed your shoulder.

"I say we should listen to the lawyer."

"Hey!" Seojun frowned, straightening up on the chair. "Don't put such a big responsibility on me!"

Your father snorted. "But then weren't you comfortable a while ago giving orders and saying that I don't know what thing you had already seen it in class and that's why you knew what we had to do?"

"Dad…" Seojun elongated.

"Are you ready for such a position or not, Seojun? Tell me to start looking for another lawyer."

Your mother barely contained her laughter, only because of the offended sideways glance her own son sent her way. Laughter blossomed in your chest, too, like a big breath of fresh air in a field of flowers. You didn't know you needed that moment so badly until the tension disappeared from your shoulders as you laughed with your parents and your brother grumbled with his arms crossed.

-

A new batch of orders just went out - thank you so much for your purchases!

You looked at the story your mom had uploaded to Instagram in the solitude of your bedroom. The rest of the day was spent strategizing and planning marketing ideas that would likely lead you to ruin. In a defeated silence, you admitted that Yuna was really needed.

You had texted your friend a while ago, as the sunset was beginning to paint the sky with colors, but she still hadn't even checked her phone. Her last connection was a few minutes after you left at noon. You decided not to insist, even though you were a little curious about who had finally shown up at the store.

The best thing about that busy rest of the afternoon was that you'd been able to keep yourself busy enough to completely ignore the way you'd been whipped up by a few memories that morning in Yuna's company. A simple question had caused all that. And of course, with a heart as weak as a chick's and willpower almost non-existent, you let yourself be pulled right in that moment of loneliness into the well of memories.

“Jungkookie?”

Your voice pierced the silence and a shiver ran through your body as the darkness greeted you back. A few minutes passed after you plunged into the completely darkened room, walking tentatively and slowly inside, you heard a movement just outside the door you had just entered.

“Noona…”

You couldn't see him, but you didn't need to. The sobs that filled the room were enough to be able to guide you through that darkness, as indistinguishable as coal, and wrap your arms around his hunched figure on the floor beside the door.

The house was alone and as dark as that room the last night Jungkook would be there. Passing through the empty corridors of his house was a torment, but you could only imagine how your friend would feel in his place, unable to stop time as it slipped through his fingers.

Several times he had already told you that he didn't want to leave. You didn't think he meant it.

“They're waiting for you downstairs.”

“I know. I don't want to go, noona.” Jungkook moved his arms to wrap around your waist in a desperate grip, his erratic breathing against your neck breaking your heart. “I want to stay. It doesn't matter if I never become an idol. That's not important.”

“Jungkook…”

“I don't want to leave you…”

His halting voice was barely understandable, trying to be muffled by the jacket you were wearing that night when you went to see him off and didn't find him in the car with his parents. The heater seemed not to be a worthy opponent for that cold night.

“Jungkook, you're not going to leave me. We'll keep in touch. Why do you worry so much?”

“I don't want to be like them,” his pained voice pierced your chest; the movement of his body from the way the sobs were attacking him was almost uncontainable. “I don't want this distance.”

“Change is always hard, Jungkookie, but I promise you we'll be in touch always. I'll do my best to make it so.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I'll even come visit you as soon as I can.”

“No. I said I was going to pay for your trip.”

“See? You're not going to leave me.”

“Still I'm scared, noona. What if I'm not enough for them? What if I can't raise enough for you to come live with us?”

“You are enough, Jungkook. From the tips of your fingers to the tips of your hair, there's nothing about you that won't allow you to achieve your dreams, understand? You are destined to be a star. I know it's hard to leave behind everything you know in life, but believe me it will all be worth it. You will come out on top and you will succeed.”

“Noona…” Jungkook cried again, burying his face in your neck once more, clinging to you like the anchor that carried him to the surface of the ocean; the ocean shaped by his own tears. “I… don't… want… to… go…”

The hiccups that attacked him from his intense crying made it difficult for him to speak and you hadn't felt such pain even when the other boys left. There were tears shared, promises whispered and hugs that lasted longer than they should have, but no one had clung to your body as if they feared you were going to disappear at any moment and wanted to seize every second before the impending end.

“It's okay, Jungkookie,” you ran your hands up and down his back trying to calm his crying, trying to control your own as treacherous tears rolled down your cheeks with the darkness as your witness. “We'll meet again. You can wait for me. Then we can melt into another embrace and say how much we miss each other.”

Your phone vibrated on the bed, the notification startling you with its aggressiveness. Another vibration followed that one and then another. Turning on the screen, you found that half an hour had passed since you'd last seen the clock, and in passing you came across Yuna's name on the caller ID. You sighed, remembering the effusiveness with which she said goodbye in the afternoon and mentally preparing yourself for what was to come.

"Hey," you greeted, mildly surprised that her exclamations hadn't reached your ear first to interrupt your greeting.

"y/n, how were sales today?" her calm voice filled your hearing and a slight wrinkle implanted itself between your brows.

"Mmm, it was all good. We have several domiciliary and the prints are coming out with the deadlines arranged. With Seojun we considered that maybe taking on a publisher wouldn't be so bad, but I'm not sure yet."

You narrowed your eyes at the ceiling, shallowly biting your nails, waiting for the moment when Yuna would burst out, but it didn't come.

"Oh, yeah. We'll have to consider that. I'll go early tomorrow morning to seize the day." Yuna answered quietly, with the faint sound of things stirring in the background of the call. Surely she had just arrived at her apartment.

"Yuna?"

"Mhm?"

"How was the afternoon?"

"Oh, it was normal, really," she replied, her voice flat, as if the thought had barely crossed her mind since the moment she'd left the coffee shop. "I didn't see anyone memorable."

"Ah, so your knights in shining armor didn't attend?"

"Sadly, no." Yuna sighed, her unchanging attitude finding a little more sense in your head. She sounded more tired than anything.

You talked a bit more with Yuna before she excused herself to go about her evening routine and finally get some rest, specifically stressing to you how boring the whole afternoon had been and how every second she only thought about going home. You also told her a bit more about the ideas you and your father had half-heartedly spun as marketing strategies, but very earnestly your friend asked you not to do anything until she was there.

When her name disappeared from your caller ID, an Instagram notification popped up at the top of your home screen. The vibration felt like the pounding of a sledgehammer against wood, your sentence handed down with no chance of appeal, the blood in your veins freezing and an endless emptiness in the pit of your stomach.

jeonjungkook97 just followed you!

It was followed by the notification of a message from Yuna.

Unnie | 19:01 holy shit. jungkook just followed you on ig, right?

No fucking way. Another fucking account to block.

-

It wasn't like you couldn't deal with them. You had been doing it for about ten years. But now they just seemed to want to throw themselves in front of your face one by one and you weren't strong enough to handle that. Maybe your resolve needed to be more forceful; maybe you should be sure you hated them instead of feeling like your body was shaking and you could melt like jelly in the sun every time you felt they were one step closer to you. For a while, that was all you wanted; to find them; to be found. But now…?

The weekend was spent in a hodgepodge of managing your book sales and the seesaw of emotions you had in the face of the estranged but impactful actions of your old friends. You tried not to think about it too much; you really tried, but it was very difficult. It was easier to let the memories wash over you instead of diligently packing up the books on which you had squandered your blood and tears.

Your books, yes, that was the most important thing.

From the posts and hashtags, even though it had only been a couple of days, you could see that some people -those who had actually read the books- were already posting their opinions and reviews and you knew you had had plenty of time to prepare for that moment, but you really weren't ready to face it. You didn't know what it was; whether it was the pollen, the aligned planets, PMS, mercury retrograde… but all of those things were weighing you down too much recently and you weren't ready to hear the opinions.

And you couldn't help but keep asking yourself why? Having spent so much time, between so many experiences and so many personal changes, why now they decided that they would come back into your life? How dare they after ruining your life by completely abandoning you? Many times you wondered what was missing in you; what was never enough for them… sometimes you believed that this was how it was meant to be; just the seven of them, before you came along. It was always them seven first, then you.

Between lows and highs, between sadness and joy, you still had to keep working.

"Get rid of that face if you're not going to tell me what's wrong with you." Yuna crossed the cafeteria in front of you, picking up some glasses and plates on the table as lunchtime approached.

"I don't have any face."

"You've been in a somber mood since Saturday. You look dead."

You clicked your tongue, taking advantage of the fact that the store was nearly empty to do the math. "Don't be over the top."

"I'm just being honest and genuinely concerned about my friend, can you blame me?" Yuna reached the sink and simply left the dishes there to approach the cash register. Your eyes refused to meet hers, unsheathing a strange annoyance in the pit of your stomach.

"I'm fine," you moved the money automatically, doing the math in the back of your head as second nature, "don't worry so much."

"Ok, if you don't want to tell me about it at least try to distract yourself a little, why don't you take an extra half hour for lunch?"

"You know I can't do that."

"Sol would never know."

"I'm not going to do that."

Yuna pouted, dropping her chin onto the back of her hand. You knew she was about to fly you out of that chair the moment all the bills were safeguarded.

A whiplash of pain shot through your chest at the alternative of having to leave the cafeteria, alone, hovering with your thoughts once again, as you tried to shove the food down your throat. But Yuna happily dragged you out of the cafeteria, leaving you in the middle of the street with your little bag and lunch money, wishing you a happy break as she wandered off once more to deal with the sparse crowd of customers alone.

Maybe you should have told her you'd rather not eat than be alone, but…

That was the story of your life.

So you walked to that restaurant a couple of blocks away, where they sold the cheapest food in the area, and waited patiently while answering Yuna's messages to clear your mind.

Going through your social networks, you once again came across the cover of your books in the pre-viewing of a video and felt the bile in your throat. Let's see, you were happy. Or well, you were trying to convince yourself because you still had that bitter feeling in the pit of your stomach that wouldn't let you enjoy this blast like you should and it had a first and last name of its own. But, generally speaking, it was great that your books were selling, forgetting all the other circumstances that led to that happening.

So, standing in front of those videos, you were tormented by not being able to watch them. A self-published author should be prepared for that kind of thing. No, any author should be. Sharing your art with the world implicitly entailed confronting the world's expression in front of it. It was inevitable, of course, and it was also the energy that could start an engine or the fingers that put out the match. At that precise moment, you still didn't want to know what your destiny was.

You hated that. You hated feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. Why was life so heavy if you had just begun to live it?

Ah, too much pondering for one lunch.

And to think this all started with an Instagram story.

Having an existential crisis because you couldn't stand dealing with the stress and pressure of the extreme demand you were having and because of mixed feelings for a bunch of idiots resurfacing after so many years was one of the last things you thought you'd have to go through that year. Fuck, or ever in your entire life.

Taehyung might have done you a favor as well as a disservice.

But that's how you spent a while longer, as you walked back to the coffee shop, the noise of the city not being enough to quell the bustle of thoughts crashing against each other in your head.

Being in the eye of the hurricane, however, didn't mean you were safe. You barely had a breath of fresh air before the eyewall hit you hard once again.

"Noona…?"

You froze a few steps away from the cafeteria. You feared not only the way you immediately recognized the voice, but the way your body froze, fear, panic and uncertainty clouding your sense.

You were in the alley behind the coffee shop. You didn't usually go in that way, but you had taken a slightly longer way back, only because you were too busy thinking about whether or not your body was up to a longer walk.

You were so close to the door that you could almost hear Yuna's voice on the other side, barely muffled by the beeping that echoed in your ears as panic took over your body.

You didn't want to turn around. Your body was having every possible negative reaction, as if it was fighting an infection, the lunch you had just shoved down your throat seeking to make its way back into your mouth and the feeling of dizziness momentarily clouded you.

Was this how you planned to react if you ever saw them again? Was this how you acted out the scenarios you imagined in your head at night when your memories went back to the last time you saw them?

The only difference between those imaginings and what was happening at that moment was that before you could prepare yourself; you knew what was coming; you had control. Now? Your legs were about to give out, the weight of your body too much to bear.

And you wanted to mock the pathetic behavior you were engaging in. You should turn around, slap him and scream at him that you never wanted to see him again. But your heart was beating and feeling and… how could you deny it anything after so many years of being neglected?

But maybe you were imagining it. The little sleep you had this weekend and all the memories you dragged from the trunk since you saw that Instagram notification must have made you crazy enough that you heard voices, his voice, anywhere… you were still near a busy street, it could be anyone-

"y/n."

And, yet…

You didn't turn around knowing what it would entail to give his voice a face, even though you could madly and frankly recall every line of its length, and you spoke harshly through your teeth even though your labored breathing made your chest heave.

"What are you doing here?"

"Noona… you're really here."

You cringed as you heard his footsteps and clutched with inhuman speed at the lock on the door in front of you.

"I asked you a fucking question: what the fuck do you think you're doing here?"

The silence didn't give you an answer, but you could glimpse it. With your patience on edge and years of emotional repression it was impossible for you to deduce how you would react in such a case, but it didn't seem too far-fetched, even if Jungkook's surprised inspiration said he didn't expect you to be so harsh and rude.

As if you cared.

—Yes you did care, in fact, that's why your heart was beating wildly against your ribs, the choking sensation increasing, the nerves on edge and the tears all over the corners of your eyes, but you had to stand your ground. After so, so long… why, why, why, why?—

"I… I…" Jungkook seemed to be having trouble finding his voice, even though in his profession the words came melodiously and easily out of his mouth. If you turned to look at him, you might have noticed that his face went from happiness to anguish with the speed a bullet goes through a field, "I wanted to see you…"

He sounded so small. The five-foot-ten-plus man, who you're sure was almost a head and a half taller than you, might as well have been a badly wounded puppy behind you. You knew from the way he spoke that he was holding back tears, but you didn't let that sway you. He didn't deserve it.

"Who gave you the right to come here?"

You didn't let him answer, not knowing if he was even going to, tightening the lock on the door you were about to walk through at any moment, bile in your throat making you fear the fall as if you were at the top of a skyscraper.

"How the fuck did you even find me?"

"Well, I-"

"I don't fucking want to know!"

You cut him off, the dryness and venom in your voice making you tremble. You were so sad, so distraught and so angry at the same time.

"And I don't want to see you. So leave."

"Noona…"

"Fucking leave, Jeon, for fuck's sake!"

You moved, almost as if by inertia, opening the door and slamming it behind you, the noise so deafening that it echoed in your ears for several seconds until you heard Yuna's footsteps approaching you and felt her arms wrap around your body.

You didn't know what she was saying, you just leaned against the door and let yourself fall, your body shaking in cry after uncontrollable cry, truly wondering how everything had gone so far; wondering how, after so many years, you still allowed them to have that power over you; a power they didn't deserve and shouldn't have.

You felt shattered in that moment, every piece of you scattered in the hold, every moment of your life replaying on its glassy, sharp edges. Even with half of you staying afloat, Yuna held you until the tears stopped flowing and with renewed resolve you promised yourself that this was never going to happen again.

Jungkook had taken you by surprise, but from now on none of them would ever catch you off guard.

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a/n: i dont really know what to think about this chap. sometimes i like it sometimes i dont. i guess thats just how it works. pls letme know what you think! thank u for all the support! <3

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[yokumirumerafan]

MHA Boys + LOV + Chisaki | If You Accused Them of Cheating (But They Didn’t) 💔😡💞

OMG the art is adorable!!

𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 1-𝘼 𝙓 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Izuku Midoriya 🌱

💔 Reaction: PANIC MODE. He has no idea how this happened. 💬 “W-Wait, I cheated?! No, no, no—why would I ever do that?!”

Tries to piece together where the misunderstanding came from.

His hands shake because the thought of hurting you is unbearable.

Scenario: “Y/N, please, let’s talk! I swear on everything I love, I would never, ever cheat on you.” His voice cracks as he looks at you, eyes wide with desperation. “Please, just tell me what made you think that so I can fix it!”

Bakugo Katsuki 💥

💢 Reaction: ANGRY but also deeply hurt. 💬 “THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?!”

At first, he thinks you’re joking. When he realizes you’re serious, his face darkens.

Absolutely OFFENDED you’d even think he would betray you like that.

Scenario: He crosses his arms, jaw clenched. “You really think I’d throw away what we have for some extra? What kind of dumbass do you take me for?” His voice is rough, but there’s a hint of pain underneath. If you keep accusing him, he just growls, “Tch. If you’re gonna believe that, then maybe you don’t know me at all.”

Shoto Todoroki ❄️🔥

💔 Reaction: Confused. Visibly upset but too calm about it. 💬 “I… don’t understand. Who told you that?”

He’s hurt but logical. Instead of getting defensive, he asks questions.

If you’re crying, he’ll gently wipe your tears.

Scenario: “I love you, Y/N.” His voice is soft but firm. “I wouldn’t waste my time lying or sneaking around. If you don’t believe me, then… maybe I haven’t done enough to prove it to you.” His words sting because he genuinely thinks he failed you.

Eijiro Kirishima 🦈

💢 Reaction: Sad, frustrated, but patient. 💬 “No way. There’s no way I’d do that to you.”

His first instinct is to reassure you.

“Look at me. Do I look like someone who would lie to you?”

Scenario: He steps closer, brows furrowed. “I don’t know who made you think this, but I promise you—on my life—that it’s not true.” His hands cup your face gently, voice full of emotion. “You’re my everything. Please, don’t doubt that.”

Denki Kaminari ⚡

💢 Reaction: Absolutely devastated. 💬 “Wait, WHAT?! BABE, NO!”

Physically drops to his knees.

Dramatic as hell. “I’M BEING FRAMED. SOMEONE’S RUINING ME.”

Scenario: “Y/N, LISTEN TO ME—if I ever cheat, let my electricity fry my brain on the spot!” He literally clings to you, pouting. “Please, don’t leave me over something I didn’t dooo!”

Tenya Iida 🚗💨

💔 Reaction: Disbelief + deeply wounded. 💬 “How… How could you think so little of my integrity?”

His voice trembles because he prides himself on loyalty.

Scenario: His glasses slide down slightly as he looks at you, hurt in his eyes. “I have never given you a reason to doubt me. If you truly believe this… then I have failed you as a partner.” He starts re-evaluating everything.

𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙊𝙛 𝙑𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙓 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Shigaraki Tomura 🕹️

💢 Reaction: PISSED. Offended to his core. 💬 “Tch. You think I have time for someone else?”

At first, he’s just mad. Then it sinks in, and he gets quieter.

Scenario: He glares at you, arms crossed. “Whatever. Believe what you want.” But later, you find him alone, staring at his hands like he’s thinking too hard. He mumbles, “I thought you were the only one who saw me differently…”

Dabi 🔥

💔 Reaction: Sarcastic but deeply wounded. 💬 “Wow. That’s the kinda guy you think I am?”

He jokes about it at first. Then he realizes you’re serious and his smirk fades.

Scenario: “Damn, Y/N, I must be real shitty if you think I’d cheat.” He exhales, eyes flickering with something unreadable. “I’m not good at much… but when I love someone, I don’t f*** it up.”

Twice (Jin Bubaigawara) 🎭

💢 Reaction: Confused + emotional rollercoaster. 💬 “WHAT?! I WOULD NEVER—wait, DID I? NO, I DIDN’T!”

Goes into panic mode. “ARE YOU BREAKING UP WITH ME?! PLEASE DON’T, I’LL DIE.”

Scenario: He grabs your hands desperately. “Y/N, please! I love you, I swear! If I cheated, I’d KILL myself—wait, not literally—but I’D DESERVE IT.” (Sobbing mess.)

𝙋𝙧𝙤 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙓 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Hawks (Keigo Takami) 🦅

💢 Reaction: Annoyed but also saddened. 💬 “Angel, you wound me.”

Knows people spread rumors about him.

Scenario: He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know I flirt sometimes, but… you’re the only one I want.” He cups your cheek, golden eyes serious. “If I was stupid enough to cheat, I’d lose my wings.”

Aizawa Shouta 💤

💢 Reaction: Exhausted but heartbroken. 💬 “I don’t have time for this.”

Doesn’t argue, just leaves you to calm down.

Scenario: “I’m done talking,” he mutters, walking away. But later, he sits in silence, wondering why you doubted him.

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul) 🦠

💢 Reaction: Pure disgust. 💬 “How dare you.”

Absolutely furious you’d question him.

Scenario: He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I don’t touch filth. If you really think I’d lower myself like that, then leave. I don’t beg.”

[magic-shop-stories]

BTS as fathers pt.2 - YOONGI

other members JIN

pt.2 - YOONGI

Yoongi’s parenting style would be quiet piano melodies at 2 AM, handwritten notes tucked into lunchboxes, and a love so steady it feels like a heartbeat. He’s the dad who says little but sees everything.

💖 Emotional Side & Feelings

quietly devoted

actions > grand gestures

late-night tea talks

fixes broken toys/stuff without asking

introspective journaling

fears of emotional distance

love language: quality time & acts of service

all-night school project help

concert drives

soft at heart = tearing up at milestones, hidden behind a grumpy mask

Yoongi would express his deep love through subtle, consistent actions. He may appear reserved, yet every late-night conversation and gentle fix is a testament to his devotion. Though he worries about repeating his father’s emotional distance, he'd work hard to be fully present for his kids, even if it means muttering “Allergies” while wiping a stray tear at a piano recital.

👨‍👧‍👦 What He Does With His Kids

Music lessons: Home studio piano basics

“Finger placement matters. No, not like that...here.”

Quiet adventures: Indie bookstores, vinyl shops, late-night drives with lo-fi beats

Cooking: Simple meals like kimchi jjigae with extra tofu

“Eat. It’ll make you taller.”

EXTRA:

Vinyl Listening & Music Appreciation Nights: He has a deep love for analog music and storytelling through sound. On weekend nights, he'd sit in the studio or living room, with his kids dims the lights, and plays vinyl records, explaining what makes each song special

“Listen to this bassline—pure genius.”

sometimes, they take turns picking albums, and he lets them explain why they love certain songs.

he'd teach them how to handle vinyl properly

“No fingerprints. Treat it with respect.”

occasionally, he'd play them unreleased songs or rough demos, letting them hear his creative process

becomes a bonding ritual = music as a shared language between them

From teaching piano in his intimate studio to taking quiet midnight drives, Yoongi’s time with his kids would be filled with understated moments that nurture creativity and resilience. Whether whipping up a simple meal or listeninh to music together, every moment would be carefully crafted to make his children feel seen and supported.

📚 What He Teaches Them

Resilience

“Life’s not fair. But you’re tougher than you think.”

Creativity

“There’s no wrong way to create.”

Financial sense

“Save your allowance. That Dior hoodie isn’t worth it.” (Though earned, rewards follow)

Self-advocacy

“Speak up. Even if your voice shakes.”

Yoongi’s lessons would be straightforward and heartfelt. He'd emphasize bouncing back from setbacks, finding beauty in creative expression, and developing financial wisdom, often blending tough love with gentle encouragement to help his children forge their own paths.

💎 His Beliefs & Values

Mental health matters: open about anxiety

Work hard, rest harder: mandatory “lazy Sundays”

Privacy is sacred

shields from media, no paparazzi

With a balanced perspective shaped by his own challenges, Yoongi would instill values of self-care and privacy. He believes that mental health is as important as any achievement and ensures that his family has a sanctuary away from the public eye.

🚫 What He’s Strict About

Respect

“You can disagree without being cruel.” - then sits them in the studio to write down the sharpest punchlines together

Honesty

“Disappointing me is worse than making a mistake.”

Screen time: Limits social media; promotes creative hobbies

Alcohol: you might think he'd be chill about it but he'd be strict about underage drinking, but also teaches responsible choices when older

Firm and fair, Yoongi sets clear boundaries. He demands respect and honesty in every interaction and enforces sensible limits on screen time. Notably, he is resolute about alcohol—prohibiting it for underage kids while gradually educating them on responsibility as they grow.

🤒 Handling Tough Situations

When sick: methodical care (thermometer, homemade ginger tea, Studio Ghibli DVDs)

“Rest. I’ll handle the rest.”

Misbehavior: calm discussion

“Let’s talk about why you did that.”

logical consequences (e.g. volunteering if careless with a pet)

Heartbreak: shares personal tales of teenage angst over hot chocolate

“First love’s like a song—beautiful, but not always meant to last.”

Whether it’s a fever or a broken heart, Yoongi would handle crises with a steady, thoughtful approach. He'd create a healing environment, be it with a carefully measured dose of ginger tea or a quiet chat that puts life’s disappointments into perspective.

🎁 Typical Gifts

Vinyl records: rare pressings

(e.g., signed vinyl for 16th birthday)

“Don’t scratch it.”

Music gear: vintage guitar or MIDI controller

“Make something honest.”

Luxury staples: subtle Valentino accessories

“Take care of yourself. It’s not vanity, it’s self-respect.”

Every gift from Yoongi meticulously chosen to reflect his children’s passions and his own refined taste. From rare vinyl to quality music instruments and understated luxury items, his presents would be both meaningful and practical.

👧👦 Parenting Differences: Daughter and Son

For His Daughter:

fiercely protective yet promotes independence

“You don’t need anyone’s permission to take up space.”

admires her boldness

secretly preserves her protest art

encourages pursuit of STEM or music, whatever she loves

For His Son:

focuses on emotional intelligence

“Crying doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.”

bonds over basketball games (even if Yoongi is hopeless against his own son - YES! - believe me, he is good but his son would be better)

teaches practical skills: cooking, cleaning, money management

Yoongi would tailor his approach with care: nurturing his daughter’s independence and creative spirit while guiding his son to embrace vulnerability and practical life skills. His method would be to celebrate each child’s uniqueness while providing a consistent foundation of love and discipline.

💬 Typical Things He Says

“Think before you act. But don’t overthink.” “You’re allowed to be angry. Just don’t let it control you.” “If you’re going to fail, fail forward.” “Want a snack? I’ve got ...”

🌟 Family Rituals

Midnight snack sessions: 1 AM ramyeon under soft kitchen lights, life talks

Studio Saturdays: Home studio hangouts with doodles and songwriting

Annual hiking trips: Nature detoxes

“Fresh air fixes everything.”

Family time with Yoongi defined by unique rituals that blend creativity and calm. From spontaneous late-night snacks to relaxed studio sessions and refreshing hikes, these traditions cement the deep bonds they share.

🌍 Balancing Fame & Family

compartmentalizes work and home, home is sacred

occasional low-key studio sessions

no exploitation of their image

advocates for mental health resources for teens, inspired by his kids

Yoongi would masterfully separate his demanding career from his cherished family life. He'd ensure that his children are shielded from the limelight while still sharing bits of his world in a controlled, nurturing way.

💭 His Worries & Efforts

fears of emotional distance

schedules weekly “How’s your heart?” check-ins

overthinks birthday gifts to ensure they feel truly seen

quietly donates to youth art programs, promoting a kinder, less judgmental world

Haunted by the possibility of inheriting his father’s detachment, Yoongi would constantly strive to connect more deeply with his children. His careful efforts, both big and small, reveal a dad who is always learning, always loving, and always trying to create a better world for his kids.

[lostbookmark]

MDNI 🔞

Main Masterlist here

Finding Masterlist here

Summary: After a failed engagement, you move back home and reconnect with your friends. Maybe, just maybe you can find love with someone you never expected.

Pairing: Yoongi x F. Reader

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Swearing, Cheating (Not Yoongi), Fighting, Protected/Unprotected Sex, Toxic Past Relationship,

Genre: Enemies(?) to Lovers, Neighbors to Lovers, Small Town romance. Hurt-Comfort, Slight Angst, Romance

Jin slides a dish of vanilla ice cream to you. You smile when you see he remembers the extra sprinkles on top. Yoongi has taken a play out of your book and has been actively avoiding you since your conversation at his house two weeks ago. Every day, you watched out your window from your living room, hoping that he would come over when he returned home from work. He never did. Why was he so upset? Why was he so offended that you didn't want to sell the recipes to the farm? It's not like you were hurting the farm financially. They were doing perfectly well before you came along. They didn't need your bread or jam to be successful. It really shouldn't have mattered that you said no. You regret even agreeing to bake for them in the first place.

“Was I stupid for not selling the recipes?” You ask Jin, who is leaning on the counter in front of you with his own dish of ice cream.

“No, they mean something to you, and you shouldn't feel bad, ” he assures you. “Anyone of us could have talked to you about it. We are all at fault for this whole mess. I don't know why he is taking it so hard.”

“I feel like I've fucked everything up,” you say shoving the sweet cold ice cream in your mouth. As you chew on the colorful sprinkles the bell above the door jingles catching your attention. Hobi walks into the cafe and sits on the stool next to you as he steals a spoonful of your dessert. Your friendship with him went back to normal in a blink of an eye. It wasn't long after you both apologized that Jin and Namjoon sent you their own apologies. They didn't try to come up with excuses for Yoongi or try to make you feel bad. They were simple heartfelt apologies that you accepted right away. “Jimin and Tae even texted me asking why I was making a big deal out of it. They made a whole group chat with the three of us so they could gang up on me together.”

“Really?” Hobi asked, surprised, and you nodded.

“I'll have a talk with them later,” Jin comments, shaking his head.

“I…I just feel like I was back on track with my life, settling in nicely, and now everyone hates me,” you cry. Tears fall down your face that you quickly wipe away with your sleeve. “With the way everything has been going, I wouldn't be surprised if Kook doesn't evict me.”

“He would never do that to you. No one hates you,” Jin said, patting your head as if you're a child.

“It's all going to blow over,” Hobi said, hugging you.

“It's too late. Yoongi is clearly talking shit about me, and now everyone is going to choose sides. Jimin warned me not to let this get messy and look at us. I was so stupid to get involved with him,” you say, shaking your head disagreeing with them. “I've talked to my one and only friend from my old school district. They have a third grade teacher leaving next year. I think I'm going to take the position.”

“No, you're not,” Joon said, coming into the cafe with that damn bell jingling behind him. “We are not going to let you run away. I'll reject your resignation, and I won't give you any recommendations.”

“You would really do that to me?” You ask as he sits on your free side.

“Absolutely,” Namjoon said. “You belong here with us….you're family. Yoongi is stubborn, and so are you. Let things settle down, talk it out, and we will all move on.”

“What if we can't agree on things?” You ask, stirring the ice cream around in your bowl. “He doesn't seem to be in a rush to talk to me. He's had two weeks to talk to me. It's not like he doesn't know where I live. What if there is no fixing this?”

“What if?” Jin asks as he stares off into space as if he’s deep in thought. “What if…”

“What if what?” Hobi asks, smacking the counter, knocking Jin out of his daze.

“What if you sell the recipes to Tannie Farms, but make everything yourself?” Jin asks, looking at you curiously before breaking out in a wide smile.

“I'm not following,” you say, and your other two friends seem just as confused. The three of you in front of the counter look at each other as if Jin has gone insane. “His whole point was that I couldn't make everything myself. I can't supply you with the amount you would need.”

“I don't want to run the cafe anymore. I want to make the food I want to make,” he explains, turning serious. “Think about it, Y/N. A restaurant and bakery. Yours and mine….mine and yours. Ours. People from all over would flock to us.”

“That's….not a bad idea,” Joon said, looking at you with a surprised look on his face. Now, you are looking at him like he is the crazy one. “You would have multiple ovens big enough to make the quantities we need for deliveries, and the recipes would be safe with you. You wouldn't be selling them to strangers.”

“Okay, what about my job? Do I just give up on teaching and throw away my degree that I worked hard for? I am still paying off my student loan. I don't have the money to help you start a restaurant and bakery,” you tell them, pushing your dish of melting ice cream away. “I don't even know if I can make anything else. We can't run a bakery on one cake, bread, and a couple of jams.”

“Yoongi says he's willing to talk about it,” Hobi says, holding up his phone. You glare at him, that traitor. You knew he loved Yoongi more. “You wouldn't have to put up any money because Tannie Farms would own it. Financially, you wouldn't be on the hook for anything.”

“So, I would work for Yoongi,” you say, sounding very unamused as you take in their faces, looking excited at the possible new venture. Shaking your head, you wave your hands in front of you, showing that you were not interested. “Yeah, no thanks.”

“Please, please. Don't crush my dreams,” Jin begs, hands pressed together underneath his chin. “We could be successful. You would work for all of us, not just Yoongi. I don't want to work for my parents forever.”

“You'll have plenty of time to find more recipes and experiment,” Hobi assures you. “The whole process will take time. Months, if not years. You can do it.”

“You wouldn't even have to talk to Yoongi. Jin will handle everything, and all of us are available if you need anything. I think that you definitely can do it,” Joon says, agreeing with Hobi.

Can you? Can you do it? In theory, yes, you probably could. Your grandmother has so many different recipes that you haven't even explored yet. It's the whole working for your friends and Yoongi that is causing you to question this new business opportunity. Could you handle working for Yoongi after everything happened? You're not sure if you can or even want to. To actually work for them puts your entire livelihood at risk. If you get involved, fully involved, there is no way you could walk away at the drop of a hat if things get rough. It was a major commitment.

“Please?” Jin said, giving you puppy dog eyes. “Please, I'll love you forever. I wouldn't even dream of doing this with anyone else. We would work so well together.”

“Okay,” you give in and smack the counter with your hands, causing them to smile at you. “I guess I will be willing to listen to a full-on business plan when you have one. A complete business plan and not just an idea. However, that's all for right now ….I'll listen and consider.”

“Great! We are going to be great together,” Jin exclaims. “I need to get a menu around. Jolly Jin’s Cafe and Bakery. I can see the sign now.”

You sigh as you watch him run back into the kitchen. You think you're getting a headache.

Pulling back into your driveway, you notice Yoongi's house is dark like it has been recently. You barely even see the lights on for an extended period of time in his home at night anymore. You wonder if he kept the same routine he had when you would stay over. Dinner in the kitchen preceded by sitting in the living room curled up on the couch, reading a book. You would have been tucked into his side watching tv or scrolling through your phone as his eyes flew over the pages of his book. Sometimes, the nights would end with him pinning your against the couch cushions or scurrying upstairs quickly and into the bed. Now, those nights are over and gone with one stupid fight.

Sniffling, you blink away the unshed tears. It was then that you noticed the car parked along the side of your driveway. Looking over to your house, you stare at Changkyun from your driver's seat as you throw your car into park as he stands on your porch waiting for you. There was no reason for him to be here. He made it very loud and clear that the two of you were over. Getting out of your car, you stand rooted in your spot just looking at him. You are not willing to walk up to him. He seemed to take the hint and walked off your porch in your direction. Closing your door, you cross your arms and wait with baited breath as he nears.

“You look good,” he says, once reaching you.

He still looked good, too. Handsome as ever with that damn sharp jawline that you had fallen for in the beginning. It pissed you off. You want him to look guilty. You want him to look sad and tired. You want him to apologize for all the shit he put you through. For making you feel like you had to push your friends away. For making you feel like you were not good enough for him. However, he doesn't. He looks like he doesn't have a care in the world.

“How did you find me?” You ask, taking a step back away from him. A part of you wonders if you can jump back in your car and drive away quickly.

“I went to your parents' house, and your mom told me where you were living. I really need to talk to you,” he says.

“I think you said plenty when you said, and I quote ‘I don't love you anymore’,” you tell him. “I don't think that there is anything left to say. You wasted your time coming here.”

You push past him, but he reaches out and grabs your arm, stopping you from leaving. You pull out of his grasp and glare at him. You don't want him to touch you. You don't even want to look at him. Crossing your arms, you raise an eyebrow at him.

“I’m really trying to be civil about this, Y/N,” he said. “I just want my engagement ring back.”

“Why now?” You ask with a laugh. “What, are you getting married sometime soon?” He looks away, not able to look you in the eye. Your jaw drops in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me? I've only been gone for a few months and you're engaged. Who?”

“It doesn't matter who. Just give me the ring, and I'll be gone out of your life forever,” he says harshly.

“Tell me who,” you demand. You notice Yoongi pull into his driveway with perfect timing. Great, just great. This day just couldn't get any better. “You owe me that much.”

“Hanna,” he said quietly, looking down at his shoes as you hear Yoongi's car door open and close in the background.

Hanna, the one who you caught him in bed with. The one who you thought was one of your friends. You see Yoongi linger by his kitchen door in your peripheral vision after he slowly made his way up the steps to his house. You turn your head to look at him. Unfortunately, it triggered Changkyun to do the same. Suddenly, his whole demeanor changed.

“Baby, I wish I could change things,” he said in a sickeningly sweet, smooth voice. “I know we were so good together at one point, but that ended. I’ve moved on, and you need to accept that. It's time for you to move on as well.”

“Don't call me that. You need to leave. I'm not giving you anything,” you hiss at him and turn to leave.

“That ring is mine,” he growled at you, grabbing onto you again and pulling you to him. You stumble over your feet as he pulls. “Just give it to me.”

Before you can even comprehend what was happening, Yoongi was in between the two of you. He gives Changkyun a forceful shove, making him stumble backward away from you. Yoongi reaches behind his back and pulls you behind him more, shielding your body. Protecting you. Keeping you safe.

“Just go,” Yoongi growls at him, and Changkyun just laughs at him. “It's clear she doesn't want you here. Get in your car and get the fuck out of here!”

“You think I'm afraid of you?” he asks, looking at him with a distasteful look before looking over Yoongi's shoulder at you. Changkyun laughs at the two of you, shaking his head in amusement. “Min Yoongi? Really, that’s the best you can do? Fuck, are you that desprate?”

“Well he's a million times better than a selfish jackass I know. I don't have the ring anymore, so just leave,” you yell at him from behind Yoongi.

“Where is it?” he snaps at you.

“Watch how you fucking talk to her,” Yoongi snaps back at him, still holding you behind him.

“I pawned it,” you laugh from behind the blonde man, making Changkyun narrow his eyes at you. “It bought me a lovely tv hanging on my wall right now. It's much more pleasant to look at than that ugly ass ring.”

You watch as Changkyun clenches his jaw and stomps away back to his fancy SUV. He stops halfway to his destination before turning back to look at both you and Yoongi. Changing his mind, he walks back toward you. Yoongi reaches back again, making sure that you're still tucked away safely behind him.

“You know,” he says, approaching you. “I never wanted to marry you. I only asked becasue you wouldn’t fucking stop nagging me about it. You were never good enough to be my wife, you stupid…”

That was enough for Yoongi as something inside him snapped. You watch in horror as he throws himself at Changkyun, taking them both onto the hard ground below their feet. It probably would have been comical watching two grown men roll around on the ground had they been strangers, but they weren't, and they were both pissed. This wasn't funny at all. You watch on, with your hands in front of your mouth in shock as Yoongi, who comes out on top lands a punch to Changkyuns stomach from above making him double over and turn slightly away from him. Changkyun, although laid out underneath the pissed off blonde, he wasn't deterred for too long. Using all his power, he spun his torso around quickly, elbowing Yoongi in the face and successfully knocking Yoongi off of him.

“STOP IT!” You yell out into the evening air as Yoongi lands on the ground next to your ex-boyfriend. They didn't listen to you. Changkyun stands, quickly grabbing Yoongi by the back of his jacket, bringing up on his own feet and bending him down low enough to knee him in the side, making him drop again. Yoongi's knees hit the ground hard before catching himself with his hands so he didn’t fall flat on his face. “CHANGKYUN STOP IT! STOP IT! LEAVE HIM ALONE!” You scream at him as he goes to grab Yoongi again.

You push forward, latching onto Changkyun’s arm, trying to shake him off Yoongi. Unfortunately, he wasn't discouraged and managed to get Yoongi back up. Grabbing his wrist, you pull as hard as you could, but he was much stronger than you. Instead, you sink your nails into his skin, dragging them across his flesh, leaving angry red lines in their wake. Changkyun growls. With his free hand, he pushes you away, causing you to stumble back and fall on your ass.

“Keep your hands off her,” Yoongi barks sharply.

Gaining some strength, Yoongi sweeps Changkyun's leg, causing them both to fall once more upon the ground. They roll around a couple of times, trying to each gain the upper hand. You scooch back on your butt trying to stay out of the way.

“She deserved it,” Changkyun growls, pinning Yoongi underneath him. They are both panting, but Changkyun smirks in victory as he looks down at Yoongi. “You think you're so tough. Fucking Min Yoongi, you ain't shit!”

You're too focused on watching your ex pull his arm back for a punch, you hardly register the footsteps quickly running up the driveway until an extra body jumps on Changkyun’s back pulling him off of Yoongi. Jungkook wraps his arms fully around him, dragging him back and away from the hurt man on the ground. Changkyun struggles with your friend, trying to get out of his hold. Tae jumps in quickly, getting in front of them just in case he breaks away and helps Jungkook push Changkyun back until they get him to his car.

“Yoongi,” you cry out, throwing yourself next to him as he struggles to get himself onto his knees.

You grab on to him gently and bring him close to you. He rests his head on your chest as he tries to catch his breath after getting the wind knocked out of him. You stroke his hair with your hand, hoping desperately that he was okay. You see him close his eyes, taking in your touch. You wish you knew what else to do. You wish you could take everything back. You wish for a lot of things.

“You're both pathetic and deserve each other,” Changkyun yells out before finally getting into his vehicle, slamming his door shut in anger.

“Go, before we call the police,” Kook said, pointing to the end of the driveway.

Changkyun backs out of your driveway and squeals his tires before racing away, leaving a cloud of dust and dirt behind in the air. You watch him drive away until his tail lights disappear in the rapidly darkening horizon. Tae comes over and helps Yoongi stand on his own feet. You slowly get off the ground and stand beside them, waiting for someone to say something. Carefully, you place your hand on Yoongi's shoulder, but he instantly shrugs it off. That hurt. You can feel your heart drop down to your stomach. It's really over.

Yoongi and Taehyung take off, walking to his place while holding his side and slightly hunched over. Jungkook approaches you, and the two of you stare at each other. He looks sad. It's been weeks since you last talked to him. He's probably been actively avoiding this whole mess. You know he would never want to choose between you and Yoongi like Jimin and Tae apparently did.

“I should go with them,” he says, jerking his thumbs to the house next door. He's choosing Yoongi, and your heart breaks a little. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you answer with a nod. You don't blame him for wanting to leave. They were his brothers. You, you were the bitch he was renting his house to. The bitch who they can't make money off of. “Yeah.”

You turn and go to your house before he can even walk away or say anything more. Unlocking the door, you enter your house and slam the door shut, making the blinds on the kitchen windows shake and rattle. It wasn't going to work. The business plan wouldn't work. Your friendships weren't going to work. This small ass town wasn't going to work. You grab your phone from your bag. Pulling up Joons contact, you open a new message.

I’m taking the third grade job. I'm sorry I can't do this.

You can't. You won't.

《Chapter Eleven 》

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[triciawritesstuff]

Pairing: Na Baekjin x reader

Concept: trying to convince Baek jin not to go to the fight, angst, mention of death

You stood before Baekjin within the closed quarters room in the back of the bowling alley. The room was silent. The sound of your own blood pumping around your body was loud in your ears.

"Tell me that this will all be over soon. I can't do this anymore, Baekjin." You speak quietly, the desperation ringing clear through your voice. "Do you know how often I worry....that everytime I see you....it might be the last time I do?" You can feel the tears pricking at your eyes, knowing this might be your last desperate attempt to convince him not to go.

He reaches towards you, cupping your face in his cold hands. The sharp smell of his aftershave, the same one you remember buying him for his birthday, fills your nose. Making you recall to a happier time, wondering if you'll ever be able to experience it together again. "Don't cry, honey." his thumbs wiping away the tears that cascade down your cheeks. "You know I have to do this for the union." He breathes out as if he was holding it in the whole time.

You look up at him, trying to search for the answer within his dark eyes. His brow is furrowed, reminding you that this isn't truly what he wants. "We could just take the money and run. Fuck the rest of the union. Please, Baekjin, " You urge him. Knowing that he will never put you at risk willingly and it was futile to beg. "We could go anywhere. We could go to Singapore and leave all this behind." Your hands reach out, grabbing onto the front of his leather bomber jacket.

His hands move towards the back of your head and your breath catches in your throat. He pulls you closer towards him, one arm firmly wrapped around your shoulder blades and the other cradling your head. His touch is gentle, and you can feel the thundering of his heart through his soft white turtleneck. A reminder of what you have is alive. A reminder that this could all slip away so quickly.

"You know they'll kill us both, if they find us." He wispers into your ear, his voice cracking slightly, unsure if his defences might crumble completely before you. "I don't know what I'd do if..." he pauses "anything was to happen to you." His grip on you tightening, as if you might just slip away at any given moment.

You stand still like this, together. Only for a few moments, but it feels like a lifetime. He moves to pull away, you remain standing there defeated. The air in front of you now cold from his absence. He turns away and heads towards the door, knowing that if he even looks back at you, he might not be able to leave.

"Come back to me, Baekjin. Promise me." You beg through ragged breaths. He stands still, his head hangs, and you can see the way his broad shoulders seem to tense in apprehension. His breathing is heavy, and you know that he's tired. So tired. His feet drag forward, slowly making his way to the door.

You are left standing in the empty room, seeming much larger than it did previously. The air was cold and isolating, the bile in your stomach building up, feeling a vile taste in the back of your mouth. You know that it's over. Nothing would ever feel like this again.

Let me know what you think! First time writing angst!

[redrose10]

hi!! im happy to see you are taking requests, i really love your fics. Could we do Yoongi x f!reader, idol exes to lovers au and smut sentence 85? Thank you in advance!!♡♡

Thanks for requesting, I hope this is okay!

<Be My Valentine>

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, insecurities, light smut nothing really explicit, swearing

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Yoongi has no idea why he is here right now, standing in front of your door tightly gripping a bouquet of pink roses that are wilted beyond saving and missing a bunch of their leaves but at 9pm on Valentines Day it was the best he could do.

He has no idea why he left his own date, a nice woman, but just someone he knew he wouldn’t have a connection with so he ended it early, and came to your place.

He has no idea why the thought of you crying behind that door has his heart breaking into a million pieces.

He has no idea why he has the urge to hunt down this guy he’s never even met and make him pay for what he did to you because what kind of a monster breaks up with someone on Valentines Day.

He has no idea why he’s having all of these feelings because as of June of last year you were no long his to worry about.

Buying you flowers is no longer on his to do list.

He should be worrying about his own dating life instead of pushing it aside for you.

Your tears are no longer his responsibility to wipe away.

And he definitely should not be considering murdering a stranger for you (he really wouldn’t, but the thought it still there).

But when he ran into your best friend at the restaurant earlier this evening and she spilled all the details about this guy you had been dating for a few months and how he broke up with you this morning over a text message of all things, something about not believing in a holiday built on capitalism and not wanting to spend the money to get laid when you should be doing that anyways, Yoongi knew he had to see you because even if you still hate him he never stopped loving you.

“Yoongi I can’t do this any more.”, you cried into your hands. “Y/N, you know I would never cheat on you��ever.”, he spat back getting annoyed at having this conversation yet again. “What’s the excuse this time? Hmmm? Are you producing a song for her? She just needed your opinion on something? She was cold and you just brought her in your studio for warmth?” He rolled his eyes at your attitude.

An anonymous person had sent you some photos of Yoongi welcoming a woman into his studio. While normally you would be annoyed by that you still understood that it was part of his job and you would have moved on.

But at the time he was on his military leave so while he was allowed to work on his own music in his free time he wasn’t allowed to be helping or “working” with anyone else.

“Y/N, she’s a makeup artist with the company. She found a ring that belonged to Jimin when they were doing their yearly clean out. She knew we were going to meet up after Jin’s discharge so she asked me to give it to him.”

“She couldn’t give it to him herself? She couldn’t have given it to someone else who works for the company? She could’ve just left it there for him to find another day. Why was it you?”, you questioned.

Yoongi ran his hands over his face in frustration, “It was an expensive ring. She didn’t want to just leave it there. She was on her way to meet her BOYFRIEND at a restaurant by the studio and asked if she could stop by and drop it off real quick and I said yes. She was in my studio for a total of like ten seconds.”

“Why would they even send me this then?”,you hissed shoving the phone in his face.

“Because they’re shit starters.”, he scoffed, “You know this. They look for any reason to cause drama.”

“I’m done Yoongi.”, you said shaking your head, “I can’t take it any more. I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with this.”

At the time he was so angry and so hurt that you didn’t trust him after all these years that he didn’t even try to stop you as he watched you pack your bags and walk out the door. Looking back he wished he would’ve fought, even got down in his hands and knees and begged if he had to. His life has been hell since you left.

Maybe that’s why he was standing in front of your door this late at night.

He knocked realizing for the first time just how much his hands were shaking. A little smile crept onto his face thinking about the day he picked you up for your first date. Much like today he was so nervous he was shaking, so nauseous he hadn’t eaten or drank anything all day. He had flowers then too, although they were significantly nicer and cost half as much. When you opened the door that night his heart fluttered with how beautiful you were.

But today when you opened the door his heart had a different reaction and not in a good way. Your eyes were red and puffy. Your nose looked sore liked you’d blown it a hundred times.

“Yoongi?”, you sniffled, “What are you doing here?”

The brokenness in your voice shattered him.

“I uh I got you flowers.”, he said watching you look over the sad bouquet. Maybe he should’ve paid for the overpriced teddy bear he thought.

“Thank you. But why?”, you asked brows furrowed.

“I wanted to ask you to be my Valentine”, he shrugged.

When you didn’t say anything else he added, “And I heard about what happened earlier and I just thought I’d stop by and make sure you were okay. That was pretty shitty what he did to you.”

“Yeah he’s a real dick.”, you grumbled.

“Well I hope his dick falls off.”, Yoongi added hoping to see you smile and you did give a little one and it as just as beautiful as ever.

“Umm I just got a pizza delivered if you want some.”, you offered.

The truth was he was full beyond belief after stuffing himself with garlic bread to avoid conversation with his date, but he’d eat a full seven course meal right now if you asked him to so he nodded and entered your apartment.

“Sorry it’s not much.”, you gestured around before offering him a drink and leading him to the living room.

“No it’s perfect. It suits you.”, he said noticing a blush form on your cheeks.

The two of you talked and updated each other on what had happened since that evening in June. Yoongi loved hearing about your job and your friends. He even loved the rant you went on about how your coworker Mia was dating your coworker Han, but Han was best friends with Yongsu who was Mia’s sisters ex and it was a big mess apparently. He didn’t know who any of these people were nor did he care. He just loved hearing your voice and feeling like he was living in the past again. The two of you eating and talking and laughing like nothing had happened.

Then you abruptly cleared your throat before getting quiet. He worried that you had reminded yourself of the earlier events and became sad again or maybe it suddenly hit you that you were spending your Valentines with your ex, but you surprised him instead.

“Since you’re here Yoongi I want to apologize for how things ended. I was upset and angry and I know I should’ve trusted you, but I was just tired of getting messages like that all the time and feeling like I had no choice but to believe you. I was frustrated because I always felt hurt and sad and insecure. I should have listened from the start.”, you sighed afterwards like a weight had been lifted from you.

“What made you finally believe me?”

“Well…I think I realized that I always believed you because I knew deep down that you would never cheat on me. I also….I heard from Namjoon. He reached out to me and verified everything and even gave me the makeup artist number if I wanted to contact her, but I never called her because I realized I didn’t need to. I wanted to call you then, but I was so embarrassed and ashamed of how I reacted that I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

Yoongi noticed the slight shake in your shoulders so he pulled you in close to him for a hug before you could start crying again, “Y/N you shouldn’t be ashamed of anything. The amount of bullshit you had to put up with because of me was enough to make anyone snap eventually. I’m ashamed I didn’t fight for you, try and stop your from leaving that night. I’ve regretted it ever since because I love you so much Y/N.”

Yoongi hoped you couldn’t feel his heart beating a million beats a minute in his chest. Internally he scolded himself for getting so worked up until you looked up at him with wide teary eyes. “I love you too.”, you whispered.

And he felt a rush of relief. He knew things wouldn’t snap back to normal instantly, but for the first time in months the sense of dread was lifted and he felt hopeful, excited about the future even.

“Can I kiss you?”, he found himself asking out of nowhere.

You nodded pulling him in and the kiss sent him into a state of bliss. He felt like he was whole again like he was finally on the path to happiness.

One little kiss turned into two and then into three. Then his hands started roaming your body touching all the spots that got you going. He had me memorized everything about you and it was like you never left.

Gently he picked you and carried you to your bedroom laying you down on the lavender colored comforter. His brain had to fight his body for control as he pulled back to check with you, “We can stop if you want. We don’t have to go any further. We’ll take it slow.”

“No I…I want this. I missed you Yoongi.”, you smiled.

It was like all of his senses had imploded all at once.

“I missed you too.”, he said gently lifting up the tshirt you were wearing revealing nothing underneath. He bit his lip to stifle a moan as you helped him out of his layers of clothing as well.

When it came to sex Yoongi was normally a pretty dominating person. He always made sure his partner was fully satisfied, but he was usually a man on a mission.

But he wanted to take his time with you tonight. He didn’t want you thinking he was only here to use your misfortune and heartbreak as a way to get his dick wet. He wanted to savor every little sound you made as you writhed and wiggled underneath him. He needed to make you feel good and wanted .

He checked with you one more time and when he finally entered you he stilled. Not only because he was afraid of loosing it and finishing too soon, but also because he wanted to bask in the feeling. The feeling he never thought he’d have again. One he could never find elsewhere.

“Please move Yoongi.”, you whined clenching around him. “Sorry baby.”, he chuckled not realizing his daydream was taking longer than anticipated.

Slowly he snapped his hips back and forth over and over. It was at an almost agonizingly slow pace, but he loved the feeling. He almost felt selfish for how gentle and soft he was being with you because he just wanted to relish in the euphoria for his own needs.

As his head hung watching himself disappear inside you over and over he felt you card your fingers through his hair. He looked up to meet your gaze.

“Why are you being so gentle with me? I like it when you’re rough.”, you asked making his movements stall. You looked so sweet and so innocent like you didn’t just basically ask him to wreck you.

“Are you sure?”, he questioned.

“Yes Yoongi, please. Please fuck me fast and rough.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled out and flipped you over onto your stomach before pulling you up onto your knees and pushing your face down into the bedding. He gave your ass a hard smack before entering you again and swiftly achieving a vigorous pace.

As your mouth was releasing a litany of curse words mixed with moans and whimpers and begging for more he grabbed onto your hips at a near bruising strength and smirked, “If rough is what my baby wants then rough is what she’s gonna get.”

[whatsonmymind03]

Ko Kyung-Jun x reader: No One Noticed (But You Did)

A Part 2 to my one-shot titled "Umbrella" on my page, although this could kind of be read separately, lots of studying what Kyung-Jun's inner thoughts would be like with a crush Idk lol

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Kyung-Jun felt like a complete idiot, a fool, when he came home from school yesterday. Embarrassment bubbling inside him, making his cheeks feel hot. More than embarrassed, he found himself angry. Angry at himself for allowing a moment of weakness to slip out of his tough exterior. And most of all, you had been the one to bring that out. At that moment, it was like Kyung-Jun was a normal teenage boy, conversing with a friend and goofing around. Walls lowered themselves a bit for the real Kyung-Jun to peek out.

He felt even more of a fool now in school the next morning, walking to class with the pointy tip of a certain someone’s black and white polka-dotted umbrella sticking out of the top of his backpack. Why did he even bring it? Kyung-Jun was a taker. He took from people and didn’t give back. He took money from Joo-Won and Da-Bum. Took answers from someone else’s homework. Took basketballs from the gym. Took snacks and drinks from students. He took anything he wanted from anyone. So why was he giving back her umbrella? She had said he didn’t even need to, was it just because it was girly and he didn’t want it? 

No. Really he hated owing anyone anything. He didn’t want to have her have one over him, an excuse to bring up what happened yesterday. A moment of weakness, that’s all it was. And he didn’t want to be reminded of it again. He was having a bad day from the moment he woke up yesterday. The disapproving and judgemental stares from his father and older brother started the day. A hard smack on the back of his head from his father after hearing from his homeroom teacher he skipped class one too many times the past week. Hyun-Ho being extra cheeky with his remarks. Da-Bum being absent, letting the anger inside Kyung-Jun continue to build, not having an outlet to unleash it on. Jun-Hee’s perfect attitude irritating him. Then Seung-Bin and Jin-Ha annoying him with their idiotic conversations. But worst of all? Just as he was about to go outside, which was pouring rain by the way, he suddenly remembered what the date was. His mother’s day of passing. 

So, he walked home in the rain. Letting it soak him and make him cold. Not even bothering to use the hood on his windbreaker, feeling the raindrops fall from his now ungelled hair onto his face. Threatening to mix in with the tears brimming in his eyes. But he roughly wiped his eyes with his wet sleeve, not letting them fall because Kyung-Jun doesn’t cry. It was just a bad day. That’s all it was.

So when you insisted on shielding him from the rain with your stupid umbrella, it wasn’t your action per say that made him take a step back. It was your face. Your expression. The concern, no the curiosity, that was laced within. He suddenly felt exposed. Like you saw past the anger and aggression he presented and was looking at the complicated boy within. He knew that there was no way you could suddenly understand his actions, the reasons for his behavior. Or suddenly see all his weakness he felt he had, but it was that look of concern and curiosity that was enough to make him falter. Confidence dropping. The fact that you seemed to actually want to ask if he was truly okay had his head reeling. And then just your behavior in general, you were talking to him seemingly unafraid. Your nonchalance, your normalcy, your aloofness… it was suddenly rubbing off on him. 

No one noticed him in that way, but you did. And it made him feel a mix of emotions. So maybe bringing your umbrella back wasn’t just because he didn’t want to owe you, but also to interact with you again. To assess you, in a way. Because he couldn’t figure out your intentions. You spoke to him, willingly. No one does that, he thinks he doesn’t even want that. So were you maybe some kind of threat to him? Going to expose the moment of vulnerability he had grudgingly shared with you?

But he knew better than that, because he had actually been noticing you for some time.

How could he not? Because just as he arrived to the classroom, late as usual, he was reminded of where you sat. Where he sits, in the corner of the classroom by the door, you sit directly opposite of him on the other side. In the corner, by the window, which he noticed you frequently gazed out at. Despite the distance of three rows between you, every time he laid his head down on his desk to take a nap, he had a perfect view of you. When he’d wake up, there you still were.

And of course, he also happened to live right near you. Taking the same main road home every day after school. Depending on who left school first, one would be in the other’s view walking home. And still though, yesterday had been the first time the two of you had a full conversation, if you’d even call it that.

The class was filled with chatter and laughs. The homeroom teacher getting ready to silence them to take attendance. As Kyung-Jun took out his blue neck pillow, pushing the umbrella to the side to grab it, he eyed you. You were sitting slightly hunched over, your head in your hand. You looked unamused, or tired. A slight frown featured on your face. Kyung-Jun had learned pretty quickly that you seemed to be a very transparent person. In both senses. You were expressive, and your expressions often told when you disliked something you ate, were bored with class, annoyed by Heo-Yool’s antics, irritated by So-Mi’s snarky comments, and even the disapproval etched on your face when you caught him picking on the weaker students. 

And you seemed to also be transparent in the sense that you were rather unassuming. You kept to yourself, not going out of your way to stop him from calling Da-Bum out to the gym to “play” basketball for instance. You didn’t seem to have any close friends, always walking home alone from school. You talked to your classmates mainly only when spoken to and sat at lunch with Yoon-Seo and Se-Eun, though it was evident the latter had a closer relationship. And yet you weren’t totally quiet either, like you lacked a presence or something. If So-Mi for instance, or anyone for that matter said something to you that bothered you, you were quick to remark, but without getting heated about it. It was like you didn’t care about things, but he felt that you did inside. Which led him to continue his silent observations, curious in who you were beneath the simple and aloof personality you had. Just maybe, he felt a small invisible string, pulling him to you. 

And he was suddenly ripped from his deep thoughts about you, from no other than yourself. He watched you sneeze, rather loudly he thought, and then not even a full second later, another sneeze. 

Your eyes widened, your hand coming up to cover your nose. You turned to Yoon-Seo next to you, your hand covering your mouth partly so he couldn’t tell what you were saying, but then Yoon-Seo was unzipping her bag and pulling out a packet of pocket tissues. From the front of the classroom, the teacher began taking attendance, the class silencing. And then if on cue, you sneezed again! He was still looking at you, your face flushed now. He caught Heo-Yool who sat in front of you snickering. You mumbled a “sorry” to anyone who could hear for your disruption. 

The teacher continued down the line, getting to your name. Kyung-Jun watched as you opened your mouth to say you were here when you literally sneezed again. Kyung-Jun couldn’t help himself, he laughed. 

Several heads turned. Including Seung-Bin and Jin-Ha who seemed surprised to hear a laugh erupt from him. Especially because it wasn’t a sarcastic one, he was genuinely amused by the situation. Were you sick? From yesterday? He couldn’t help the boyish grin that fell on his face, of course you were suddenly sick. Not even being without your umbrella for long after giving it to him and yet here you were, pulling your vest back and forth from your shirt as if you were feeling hot. It even looked like your nose was a bit red. 

He couldn’t adjust his expression back to his usual scowl quick enough because you finally turned to look at him, having heard the laugh too. Finally you’re looking at me. He forced a cough out of himself, making his expression look normal. Your face suddenly flushing more upon eye contact. 

“Are you feeling alright?” The teacher called out to you. “I think you should go to the nurse just in case. Go now so you don’t miss the quiz later.”

“Yes Miss.” You gathered your things, getting up from your desk. He heard Yoon-Seo whisper “are you okay?” in which he heard you softly reply with, “yeah, I think I caught something from the rain yesterday, I didn’t have my umbrella with me.”

He felt his own face start to flush from simply being reminded of the umbrella in his bag. He was getting second-hand embarrassment from his own actions yesterday. He had to give you back your umbrella so he could forget all about it. 

You were just about to pass him, your eyes darting to him. And he swore he could see a ghost of a smile, a small, but genuine smile. He just stared as you walked out, and he heard Seung-Bin whisper to him and Jin-Ha, “noisy snot-nosed bitch.” Jin-Ha immediately snickered.

“Shut the fuck up” Kyung-Jun replied. Not giving a chance to see their bewildered expression and lowering his head to his desk to take his usual nap. But instead of finding himself agreeing with the fact that you were being noisy, and well you did have a snot filled nose at the moment, all he could think of was that you looked kind of cute instead. 

Sometime later, Kyung-Jun rose from a failed deep sleep attempt. It was break now. He knew why he couldn’t get a clear mind to sleep, his thoughts were occupied by you and your stupid umbrella. He hated how he knew he was letting this one act of kindness get to him. He couldn’t shake off that expression on your face yesterday, like you were taking a peek inside him. And it essentially felt like you really did. As he got up from his seat grabbing his umbrella-filled backpack, Seung-Bin and Jin-Ha rose too.

“Don’t follow me, I’m going somewhere. Alone.” He gave them a look, don’t press me today.

After he left, Seung-Bin muttered to Jin-Ha, “the fuck’s wrong with him today?”

Jin-Ha just shrugged.

Kyung-Jun opened the nurse’s office door, glancing around the room to see if anyone else was there to witness what was about to come. Aside from the nurse who glanced up from her paperwork at her desk to look at him, he saw a figure occupying the last cot in the back. You were facing the wall, your back turned to him and he briskly walked over.

“Excuse me, are you not feel-” and one piercing look from Kyung-Jun sent her mouth into a fine line. Most of the faculty knew about him, “the delinquent”. She didn’t press any further, but as he reached your cot and was standing over you, she was still watching curiously. Kyung-Jun sighed loudly, grabbed the curtain hanging on a rod above the cot and pulled the rings across to cover him and you.

Kyung-Jun just watched you. You were sleeping, your mouth slightly open. Your vest laid next to you, you must have been feeling hot, feverish perhaps. He quietly and slowly unzipped his backpack, he suddenly felt this was a perfect opportunity to give you back your umbrella without having to bring up yesterday, despite the certain lingering he felt in his mind… and his heart. 

But as he placed the umbrella down, the hard and cool handle brushed against your thigh. You must not have been in a deep sleep either, because the sudden intrusion stirred you. You turned on your back, stretching a bit, slowly opening your squinted eyes.

She caught me. He looked down, but upon seeing your sudden movement causing your skirt to ride up pretty high, exposing your thighs, he turned his attention to the wall, finding it to be very intriguing. He felt his cheeks burn again. Idiot. It’s just thighs. “Her” thighs though…

She then looked down, seeing her state and adjusted her skirt. She noticed the infamous umbrella next to her then. “So, I take it you really don’t like polka dots then huh… did you end up getting a black one for yourself?” Your lips quirked up. He noticed your nose still red and slightly swollen. You had gotten sick because of him. Yeah it was your dumb actions that did so, but still because of him. He wondered again, Why had you done that for him, truly?

He composed himself, “No, I just don’t want your belongings, don’t wanna owe you anything.”

He noticed your expression faltered a bit, confusion striking your face. “You don’t owe me anything, I just saw you walking in the rain and well, I felt like shielding you from it.” You smiled a little now. “I did that because I wanted to, I wasn’t expecting anything back, not even my umbrella. I was even going to just get a new one figuring you’d keep it because you clearly didn’t have one.”

You were so honest, blunt. But in a way that he wondered if you even registered what you were saying to him. Did you even care if he decided to lash out at you? 

You felt like shielding him from it? So, protecting him from it? Did you think he was some small and helpless weak animal that couldn’t handle a bit of rain? He felt anger bubbling inside him now. He was right earlier, he didn’t like that you saw this vulnerability in him, this weakness that you felt you needed to concern yourself with. You weren’t his mother.

“Well I didn’t ask for that, and I don’t want your umbrella. Any umbrella for that matter.” He mentally face-palmed himself, he sounded so stupid, not like his usual domineering and aggressive tone. “So don’t do something like that ever again, or even bring it up or I’ll-I’ll” he stumbled over his words, thinking of something to come back with. “Or I’ll kill you… or something like that.” He mumbled the last part. He needed to get out of here, this was a bad idea. 

He looked off to the side, until he heard a breathy laugh, like you were trying to hold it in. He darted his eyes back to you, seeing your amused face. So now you think he’s a joke, unserious. Your face quickly morphed back to neutralism upon seeing the scowl on his face deepen, his eyebrows furrowing.

“I mean it.” He confirmed. “Stop aggravating me or I won’t stop Seung-Bin and Jin-Ha from wanting to harass you later.”

“But you always stop them. They, you never harass me.” You replied, your face softening.

Shit. So she has noticed me. Noticed I was practically singling her out from it all. Treating her differently than the others. Was that why she had done that, did she feel obligated to because I wasn’t outright mean to her or something? He didn’t know you, your inner thoughts and intentions were a mystery despite your expressive faces. He didn’t know if he could even trust them. He didn’t trust anyone. 

“If that’s why you did it,” he gestured to the umbrella, “don’t. Just because I happen to find your presence less annoying and irritating than others doesn’t mean you have to start doing nice things to repay me for it or something.” He ran his hand through his hair, he decided to not gel it today, making it easy to run his hand through now. “Because if you do things like that, then you will annoy and irritate me.” It wasn’t a lie. From quietly observing her to now practically going crazy over what she did was annoying him. You couldn’t have just remained unassuming!

He watched your face carefully, waiting to gauge your expression. And he suddenly felt his heat twinge, like in pain upon seeing the hurt cross your face. Well, that’s expected. Deserved even for what you've been making me feel. But seeing the hurt on your face didn’t really make him feel any better, didn’t suddenly gain clarity from it. Instead, he just felt more confused by everything.

“Honestly” you took a deep breath then, “I wanted to approach you because I have been wanting to be friends.” You suddenly raised your hands to cover your eyes and cheeks, releasing a small laugh. It was obvious you suddenly felt embarrassed.

Kyung-Jun shifted. He was taken back. Lost at words, really. He felt that similar feeling he felt yesterday. The high stone wall he had up that guarded him so fiercely fell down a row, letting what was hidden behind peek out a bit. 

“Friends… with me?” He laughed bitterly. “I think your sickness is messing with your head.” 

Your fingers spread out, showing your eyes now. “I just thought that we both don’t have many friends, we walk the same way home. It’d be easy to hangout… or something.” She dropped her hands, sighing. “I realize how this sounds, but I mean it. I just watch you sometimes in school and I don’t know, I want to be your friend.”

Kyung-Jun didn’t know how to feel, could barely process your words before he felt his usual anger boiling up and down inside him. 

“Why?” He heard his voice rise with that. “Do you feel sorry for me or something? Watching me and wanting to be friends with me because you pity me? Pity me because I’m a bully? Is that it?” He was getting increasingly accusatory, if he didn’t calm down the nurse who could surely hear all this would come and finally intervene. “I’m disappointed, honestly.” He whispered the last part so quietly, he didn’t know if you heard, didn’t care. “And I have friends by the way, I’m not some loner like Da-Bum.” He thought of his two “friends” in question. He really didn’t think of them as what one would call “true friends”. That’s because Kyung-Jun never had that. Never had a friend of that caliber to compare to. If Seung-Bin and Jin-Ha were the closest thing he had to a so-called friend, then maybe he didn’t even want any friends at all.

You pulled him out of his thoughts. Raising your eyebrow at his last remark. “I don’t pity you because you’re a bully, or whatever you think it is that I’m pitying you for. I don’t know how to prove my intentions to you, but I really just want to be friends. Does every person who asks you to be your friend you think they are pitying you?”

He scoffed at that. Come on. You weren’t that aloof, you knew nobody is asking to be his friend. Acting like he has a whole line of people out there. Now he just felt mocked. 

You seemed to look inside him again, reading his expression. Your eyes widening at what you had said. 

“Sorry.” You said, looking directly into his eyes. He wanted to look away, feeling exposed again but he had to hold his ground. “I understand how that sounds, I know your position in school… what I mean is, can you just try to see that I’m being genuine here?” No, it was actually quite hard for him to see that. She suddenly reached out, going for his hand, but stopped. Dropping it back at her side. 

Good he thought. He didn’t know how he’d react if she suddenly touched him, not only reaching out with her words, but now with her hands as well. “I promise you” and she stared fiercely into his eyes now, looking very determined. “I never pitied you. I really just want to be friends… I could use a friend too, you know?” Her expression turned somber a bit. He recalled how she isn’t really close to anyone in class. Maybe she struggles too. Maybe they had some similarities with not being able to connect and be close with others. Maybe, just maybe, she had her own demons inside akin to his. 

He released a long breath he didn’t realize he was holding, closing his eyes for a second.

Fuck it.

“We could try. I guess”. He tried to sound nonchalant. 

Her eyes instantly brightened at that. She jumped up from her position on the bed, standing up now in front of him. She was a whole head and more shorter than him, he noticed. He saw the excited expression completely covering her features. A wide and toothy grin. 

“I said I guess we could try being friends. Doesn’t mean we will” he clarified. 

“Yes, yes, of course. Try” she emphasized. 

Her smile was contagious. Or her sickness was. Because he suddenly couldn’t stop the corner of his lip from twitching upwards, threatening to curve into a grin, copying her. 

And so a routine started between them. Now conversing on their walks home together, side by side, from school. The large distance between them, both physically and emotionally, was closing in. Because after all, he owed it to her, to himself, to try. You had noticed something in him, and he had noticed something in you too.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Daniel Park with Unhinged F! Reader

You, the peak of the verse with a list of supposedly strong and powerful men to kill meet.

Gun Park | Goo Kim | Samuel Seo | Samuel Seo Part 2 | James Lee/DG | Jinyoung Park | Eli Jang | Tom Lee | Ryuhei Kuroda | Eugene | Vin Jin | Charles Choi | Daniel Park

I had a request sometime last year on Unhinged F!Reader helping out Allied. Soooo- this is my response to it...

'Why are you following me?"

You turn around in the alleyway to see a guy approximately the same height as you. Unremarkable if not for the way he has managed to pick you out from the shadows and keep up with your steps.

"Please, I need your help."

Help? Does this person have any idea who you are?

You arch an eyebrow at his request as he continues to stare at you with wide eyes.

Honestly. Did he think this puppy dog look was going to work on you? Of all people? You don't say anything, letting the silence add pressure until he spills out his guts.

Something about the Four Crews and HNH, which vaguely rings a bell.

You start to examine your nails as he rambles, quickly losing interest. Damn, is that dried blood underneath? You really must clean them better post fight.

And tch! Another chipped nail too. Ugh.

Oh. He's still talking, huh.

You've already tuned him out but the sound of his voice grows irritating and you cut him off, just as he starts to mention the Ten Geniuses or whatever.

You thrust a palm out at him, inches from his face and clever boy, he shuts up immediately. "Why should I help you?"

"Um." He hesitates. "I can pay you?"

"Not interested."

"I.. I can copy moves? You can teach me to be your masterpiece-"

"Cool," you say, stifling a yawn. Wasn't that crazy old doctor also a copy user? You dispatched him without difficulty.

"Let me guess-" You start ticking off each point on your fingers.

"One. You don’t move like you’re a natural, so you do have a master but they're not cutting it anymore- " He nods.

"Two. You've somehow found out about me and managed to seek me out-"  You don't tell him you're reluctantly impressed at that part.

"Three. Then hoped that I would help you because I have such a good moral compass-" You roll your eyes at this. What is it with pathetic men expecting women to clean up their mess?

"Four. So you've come here to ask me to help and promise me riches as a sweetener but sorry to break your heart, I don't give a shit-" He recoils, taken aback by your bluntness.

"Anyway, which mediocre fool has been teaching you?"

"One of the Ten Geniuses I mentioned. The Learning Genius."

What a lame title. "Who?"

"Gun Park."

You have a vague recollection of this person and gesture for him to tell you more as you pull out your small slip of paper. The one with the list of crossed out names, that you hunted down and defeated one by one until only a few remain. 

Oh wait... the name Gun Park is here-

"Um. Black eyes, half naked all the time, tattoos on his arms, smokes-"

"Right!" You click your fingers. "That loser! The Learning Genius, did you say?"

He widens his eyes at you insulting his master but nods anyway.

"Pfffft-" you stifle a laugh unsuccessfully. Goddamn that is funny.

"Learning Genius!" You squeal, letting out a cackle that leaves his hairs standing on end. The more you think about it, the funnier it gets. On what planet is that guy qualified, good enough, to teach anyone? You laugh and laugh, clutching your stomach as he backs away awkwardly.

Wiping away tears from your eyes, you make up your mind and ask, "What did you say your name was?"

"I... I didn't. It's Daniel Park,"

You dig out the pen in your pocket and add his name to your list.

He's undercooked. Maybe fun in a few more years but now Daniel is nothing but a baby. It'll be fun to crush him eventually.

"Listen," You fold your note carefully, slipping it back into your pocket. "I have zero inclination to help you. None."

He opens his mouth to argue-

And you cut him off again with a shrug. "Mainly 'cause I don't want to. Anyway, I'll find you once you're ready to fight. It'll be a shame to kill you any sooner, but-"

You lunge at him, slamming Daniel into the wall with a hand on his neck before he has had a chance to react.

"- Follow me again and I won't hesitate." You smile sweetly, like butter wouldn't melt. Smile stretching further, turning monstrous and unhinged when you feel him attempt to free himself from your grasp but to no avail.

You give his throat one more squeeze for good measure as he chokes and claws at your hand before releasing him. “See ya!”

Daniel drops to the floor, gasping desperately for air and rubbing at his neck. Thinks that this has been a grave mistake and now he has a target on his back.

He watches you, humming to yourself and sashaying away into the night, melting into the shadows once more.

[maomao-words]

Could you do a really angst chapter where Reader loved SJ but SJ ends up with Hae in, and then reader dies and SJ reads letters or her diary about him?

Ooh, I really cannot ask for a better ask than this. I hope you enjoy this heavy dose of angst!

TW: Heavy angst. Major character's death. Proceed with caution.

Solo Leveling: Jin Woo reading your diary after your death.

I have never stopped loving you, the first line reads.

Jin Woo's heart painfully thuds in his rib-cage, fingers clutching tightly at the diary's slightly bloodied pages. It had been your most treasured possession, a notebook carefully chosen by your father and decorated with the kind hands of your mother. An object of utmost importance that you would never willingly part from it, unless it was forcefully taken from your lifeless hands.

I am not sure why I held on to this love, Jin Woo. After all, you broke all the promises you have made to me. To cherish my heart, to treasure my love, and to never betray my trust. Jin Woo swears he can hear your voice echoing in the silent room, thick with sadness and dripping with heartache, whispering the words in his ears. He staggers, chest heaving as he takes a deep breath, willing himself out of his daze and glancing at the notebook once again. He needed to know.

One by one, you shattered each oath you took, leaving me for dead at the end of the fucking road. Jin Woo swallows, but his throat doesn't cooperate, choking him with desperation. Despite it all, I still loved you. I loved you as I watched you excel in raids, loved you while you were travelling the world hand-in-hand with her, and continued to love you even after you announced your marriage to her for all media outlets across the globe to celebrate. The S-class hunter spares a quick glance at his ring finger, finding the familiar silver of his wedding band ever-present. For the second first time, Jin Woo tightly clenches his teeth, since he decided to wear this ring, Jin Woo feels it heavy on his finger. The weight bearing as a shackle, pulling the hunter down to the depths of hell.

Jin Woo. He hears your soft voice again, the voice he once never seemed to get enough of it, comforting and soothing. This time it was closer, accompanied with the faint feeling of your arms coming up to hug his neck. They say grief is love with nowhere to go. Jin Woo hears you laugh in self-deprecation, and he shivers. Each time I cry myself to sleep, whispering your name in a bed that you we used to cling to one another in, I find myself overwhelmed by the love I still have for you.

Jin Woo takes a deep breath. His fingers slightly trembling as he presses their tips to the page, gently touching traces of dried tears smudging the delicate handwriting. It was an accident, the stationed hunters informed him as soon as Jin Woo made his way to your once-familiar address. A nearby dungeon formed without the knowledge of the Association, neglected for weeks, only for disaster to befall the inhabitants of the entire neighborhood at the wake of the dungeon breakout.

Were you crying when you wrote these pages? Jin Woo silently wonders, jaw locked, and gaze transfixed. He wonders if you there was anyone who wiped your tears then, who told you that everything is going to be okay, and who assured that no matter what happens, Jin Woo's affection for you will never be completely erased.

Jin Woo. The next page reads. You have only ever brought me pain. You made me miserable and I still loved you. Jin Woo's breathing has now turned painfully shallow, the room closing in on him, the ceiling and the walls suffocating his every attempt to release the pressure from his rib-cage. An accident. That was the only information provided to him, for he had no connection to you. He was not a family member, a friend, nor a partner. He could do nothing for you as he watched your lifeless body being transported into the nearest hospital, waiting for your family to bring you home for the last time. Jin Woo has failed you. Again.

The hunter swallows, for the hundred time, before weakly flipping to the next page. The trembling within his fingers increased in intensity, eyes soaking up the words on the final page you have ever touched. There he finds two lines, smudged to near deletion , and scratched to oblivion. Both equally holding the words you have truly wanted him to hear.

I hope you are happy. I hope you got what you wanted.

I hope you live with so much guilt that it drives you mad.

Jin Woo's final breath came broken, heart shattering into million pieces.

[jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue]

Severance - BTS OT7 CEO au Chapter 16

So did anybody guess what was on the news? I thought it was rather obvious (it’s getting harder and harder to find gifs I haven’t used)

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“Care to explain this Y/n,” Junmyeon says, reaching for the remote and pressing play.

You feel your world freeze, the newscasters lips moving but the thumping in your ears drowns her out. Footage after footage of your dates, the three maknaes and you at the airport, date stamped proving you played hooky, there was nothing you could say to disprove the videos, not when in every single one they steal a kiss.

Your mouth opens but nothing comes out, not even a breath goes in, you’re stuck. You don’t see anything but the screen where the secret you so desperately wanted to keep was aired out for the world to witness. You don’t see Jongin desperately texting Jimin under the desk, what you do see is the channel cut to a newscaster introducing the last woman you ever expected to see, the shock filling your lungs with air so fast it makes you dizzy. Your eyes sting with tears as she starts talking, was this karma? Was this the universe telling you you made the wrong choice, that you should never have fallen for them, that you were too greedy for their love. Was this the price, the consequences? 

“I think she’s hyperventilating,” the voice sounds muffled, your ears feel like they're full of burning cotton but at least someone has the sense to turn the screen off. Baekhyun fills your vision instead, hands on your shoulders with worried eyes on your form. 

“Cars coming to pick her up, back entrance,” you recognise it's Jongin that’s speaking but the word’s go over your head. 

Someone hands you a tissue but you don’t register the gesture until you hear a sigh. Chanyeol gently wipes your tears away, the stern look on his face softening when you look up at him. The sound of the phone ringing sounds so distant, like it was at the end of the tunnel. Jongin answers it before handing it to Junmyeon.

“Namjoon,” he greets through the line, the sound of his tone cutting through the fog you were drowning in. Joonie, you wanted nothing more than to be buried in his arms away from all this, but he wasn’t here. Whatever he was saying though the line made your current boss stare at you with an accusation that didn’t budge.

“We need to get her out without any more commotion,” he says to the others stiffly after he cuts the call. 

“I’ll sort out the employees,” Kyungsoo states walking out. 

The silence that follows is palpable, the lead CEO breaks it with a sigh, and you know it’s due to the aftermath he would have to deal with because of your decisions. He moves to walk past you, but you grab his sleeve before he can. You try not to flinch under his stare, your hands trembling where they hold him. 

“I’m so sorry,” you say as sincerely as you can through a hoarse whisper. He acknowledges your words with a nod before he leaves. You’re quickly ushered to the corridor by the others, the sight of them shielding you like your own personal bodyguards would make you chuckle on any other day, but you were still shaking like a leaf. 

All that work, all those years of making something of yourself, all the sacrifices and it came to this. Your life exposed to the world in a way that would cause it ruin. Your future at e.xo was done, no other company would ever employ you, you could never go back to work for bangtan. Everything was gone. 

—

“Yeah we’re in the car, we got her out safe,” Seokjin says through the phone while Yoongi drives, his eyes glancing at you with worry. 

A question Namjoon asks on the phone had Jin tensing, looking at you hesitantly. Is she okay?

“She’s not saying anything, she’s just shaking,” he sighs, he wanted to say more, how you were staring at the floor despondently, how when Jin tried to hold your hand to comfort you, you tensed and turned away.

The fear in their hearts that you regretted everything you had with them made Jin pull away, all he could do was be grateful they got to you before the media did, and in the tinted vehicle you were at least safe. 

“It’s safe to go back to the mansion,” Jin tells Yoongi when he hangs up the call.

The drive is silent, they didn’t know what to say, everytime they tried the words died before they could form. Security was back in full force at their estate, running out any media outlet that tried to sneak close, their lawyers were having a field day. Not to mention the commotion at the office as they walked out, the whispers conjugated together so loud, not even Namjoon’s glare could silence them.

The gates open to the estate, and Yoongi can hear his heartbeat thumping faster and faster in his ears, it felt like they were coming to an impasse and there was no going back. The car slows to a stop, and as he kills the engine all they can do is stare at you.

Move. You had to move.

You could hear a faint commotion outside, the three maknaes running towards the car but a stern look from Yoongi stopped them in their tracks. Worry, anticipation, anxiety, no one knew exactly what concoction of emotions paralysed them, what made them hesitate to reach out to you.

“Kitten,” Yoongi starts softly, “you need to talk to us.”

That made you move, the door opening without a word in return. Your legs work against you, feeling like lead on twigs, a second away from collapsing. You couldn’t speak right now, your whole body felt empty and yet the weight of thoughts in your head made you need to bury it. You wanted your bed, you wanted to hide, and you wanted to be alone. 

Yoongi shares a look with Jin, the hurt flashing between both of them at your rejection but they try not to take it to heart. You never wanted your relationship with them made public, not yet at least, you weren’t ready for the backlash, but now the choice was taken from you in the most heinous way. 

“Noona,” Jungkook calls for you gently, a sadness in his eyes at the way you were walking with your head hanging low. Jimin holds him back, understanding better than anyone how you were feeling. He used to do the same, when something went wrong, when he made a mistake, he cut himself off from everyone, it would be a mistake to approach you until you were ready, until the voices in your head either broke you or quietened down. 

The steps to the front door took so much energy from you, you didn’t think you had any left. You could feel them walking behind you at a distance, and yet it didn’t feel far enough or close enough. Something inside of you was tearing its way out and you didn’t know if you wanted to be embraced through it or to suffer it alone the way you had before so many times. 

“Y/n,” Namjoon didn’t get the memo, he tries to embrace you but feels you stiffen against him, letting go immediately to look at your face with worry. “Baby girl, we'll fix this, okay? We-”

You push him away and he looks at you in shock, you didn’t want to hear it right now, you were barely holding yourself together. Voices were pounding inside of your head, the same repeated phrases over and over about how all your work was ruined, it was all for nothing, all your dreams, all your efforts. You couldn’t handle anything right now, you just needed your bed and to cry yourself to sleep alone. 

“Y/n talk to me,” Namjoon says sternly, brows knitted at the way you didn’t even look at him. 

He blocks your path when you try to walk past him, why didn’t he understand what you needed right now? You hear him sigh, as if his patience with you was wearing thin. 

“Baby girl, you always do this,” he says, holding onto your shoulders to ground you, to keep you from leaving him. “You shut yourself down, you punish yourself, you push us away and then you break.”

“You can’t do that anymore sunshine,” Hoseok says standing beside you. “We’re in a relationship, we’re in this together, your pain is our pain Y/n.”

They watch you shake your head, bowing your head down so low as they hear the telltale sniffle that turns into a violent sob. Namjoon is quick to catch you in his arms, hushing your softly, stroking your hair until you calmed. All the while guilt ate him up, this was his fault, he could see it in all of their eyes as they watched you fall apart. 

—

The house was solemn and quiet, you had retreated upstairs to your room, Jimin staying beside you while you slept. 

“We underestimated that bitch,” Yoongi breaks the silence with what they were all thinking. They’re all scattered around the living room, Jungkook sitting deep in thought on the headrest of the sofa, Yoongi on the seat beside him. Namjoon sat opposite them with Hoseok on the armrest, Jin pacing the room slowly while Taehyung sat on the floor with his face in his hands. The black face of the TV on the wall stared at them, taunting them with what it held inside. The face broadcasted alongside yours and theirs was one that they barely remembered, but she had the audacity to be interviewed by any news outlet desperate enough for a story. They didn’t want to turn on the TV and see her face. 

“She signed an NDA,” Namjoon says, a headache forming, “we didn’t think she was going to be a problem.”

“That’s where arrogance gets us,” Jin scoffs.

“Flower worked so hard for so long,” Taehyung says quietly, mourning for you. They all knew it better than anyone. 

“We’ll fix this,” Namjoon states, he wouldn’t rest until they did. 

“Namjoon be real for a second,” Hoseok sighs, “we might not be able to fix it.”

“No company is going to take her without an agenda,” Jungkook pipes in stoically.

“Or without thinking she’s a corporate spy,” Jin agrees. 

“We can’t control everyone and everything,” Hoseok finishes, patting the lead CEO on the shoulder sympathetically. 

“And we definitely can’t ignore a problem away,” Yoongi scoffs, staring daggers into Namjoon. 

“Let’s not start this now,” Jin warns, feeling Namjoon’s guilt from a mile away.

“What does he mean?” Jungkook asks, feeling confused. 

“Namjoon’s been burning threats concerning us,” Yoongi continues accusatively. 

“We never opened those letters,” Namjoon argues back, “we don’t know what they contained.”

“Well we know now,” Yoongi says mockingly. He hated when you were upset, the feeling made his own claws unsheath, ready to tear into anyone who was held responsible. 

“We don’t know the two things are connected,” Hoseok tries to defend their lead. 

“Don’t be stupid Hobi,” Yoongi seethes, “Kitten’s whole career has gone down the drain because of us, what the fuck is she going to do if she finds out?”

“You best hope she doesn’t,” Taehyung snapped, his earlier melancholy now fueled by fear. 

“We can’t keep this from her,” Hoseok shakes his head, disregarding the point.

“She’ll hate us,” Jungkook states, terrified it would manifest before his eyes soon. 

“She’ll be angry at us,” Jin corrects him, “but we have to tell her.”

“Not now, it’s too soon,” Namjoon says quickly, his own fear warping his judgement.

“You should’ve opened one fucking letter,” Yoongi can’t let it go, all of this could’ve been avoided if it wasn’t for Namjoon’s stupid stubbornness. 

“What good is bringing that up now going to do?” Hoseok sighs again. 

“We don’t know if it’s connected!” Namjoon yells exasperated. “What we do know is Shin Suran leaked the photos and the story, and she is going to fucking pay.”

—

“So you’re saying the CEOs fired you because you threatened to expose their relationship to HR?” Solar, the newscaster asks her aghast. 

“Honestly, I didn’t want to expose their… relationship,” she can’t hide the disgust in her voice at the word, “but I was concerned for Y/n’s wellbeing, I thought maybe they were holding her job over her head until I found out she was only entertaining them to climb the corporate ladder.”

Both anchors were shocked, the information sending them reeling.

“I mean what self respecting young woman would sell herself like that? Y/n was never a team player, or very good at her job but somehow she was always favoured by the CEO’s. It should have been obvious really.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of information to unpack Suran,” Solar says. “Aren’t you scared of the repercussions, these are the world’s business leads you’re going up against.”

“I only want to convey the truth,” Suran lies through her teeth. “It isn’t fair that the women who have worked hard and devoted themselves to Bangtan corporations are not appreciated or given the opportunities they deserve.”

“But Miss L/n left bangtan corporations,” the other anchor Hwasa finally speaks after having watched the little snake for so long. Something didn’t sit right with her and this woman’s sickly sweet attitude, it stank of deceit and she wasn’t blind to it. 

“I have it on good information that she was sent to spy on the competition,” Suran’s eyes narrow, not liking her tone of voice. 

“That’s a wild allegation,” Hwasa replies, every bit the professional. “I hope you have the evidence to back it up.”

—

“Bangtan corporations are under serious investigation after allegations of corporate espionage came from their former employee…”

She smiles at the screen plating in front of her, the chaos unravelling in so many wonderful ways. The Sun was shining despite the winter air, how many interviews could she fit into one day? Many it seemed, and while the day was over there was always tomorrow to cause more havoc to your life. Now she would sit and bask in the TV light, watching all of her fire ignite. 

She had only gotten cosy when the doorbell rang to her little flat, groaning as she went to the door to answer it.

“Shin Suran?”

The three piece suit should give away something serious was in the brown paper envelope in his hands but she couldn’t bring herself to show any respect to the figure. She sneered and rolled her eyes, this man might’ve looked intimidating but she was currently on a high from ruining your life, nothing was going to bring her power trip down.

“Wi HaJoon,” he continues in the absence of a greeting, handing her the envelope. “You’ve been served.”

“What?” That elicits a reaction out of her, for some reason she didn’t even contemplate there would be consequences for her actions, deluded into thinking she was untouchable.

“You’re being sued for stalking, defamation and breaking the nondisclosure agreement you signed.”

That wasn’t part of her plan, her jaw drops to the ground and she realises maybe she played her cards all wrong. In the violent web of wanting to destroy your life she didn’t realise all her defences were gone. Maybe he was right after all.

—

When you wake up, the sun begins to set and Jimin’s warmth engulfs you. The feeling is comforting but fleeting, unfortunately real life problems don’t fade just because you’re in his arms. You wanted to bury yourself in his hold, have him take everything away until you were ready to deal with it. Jungkook’s favourite grey sweatshirt swallows you whole, his smell calming your senses, you try to focus on it when your mind tries to swim through the thoughts that wanted you to drown. 

The door creaks open, two figures cautiously peaking in whispering to themselves. When Tae notices you’re awake he takes a seat beside you, caressing your cheek in his palm gently, his thumb soothing your skin. His eyes are downtrodden.

Jungkook kneels on the floor next to you, taking your hand in his and covering it with hard kisses, resting his cheek where they intertwined.

You try to get up but Jimin beside you grumbles in discontent, shuffling closer mumbling something under his breath without opening his eyes. A chaste kiss to your shoulder where the fabric hangs off your skin, lets you know he’s awake but refusing to let you go. The gesture brings a small but genuine smile to your face, one that turns into confusion as the commotion downstairs gets louder.

The younger two give each other knowing glances, one you don’t miss.

“What’s going on?” You ask, voice still hoarse from crying.

The hesitation in both of them fills you with dread. Did something else happen? 

“They’re just trying to sort things out bunny,” Jungkook tries to reassure you, “it’s nothing to worry about.”

Despite Taehyung not wanting you to find out, something sickened him at the idea of keeping secrets from you. He knew how the truth always found its way out, and he knew if you didn’t hear it from them, it would have worse repercussions. 

“Tae?” you could see a storm in his eyes, a battle between the loyalty to the others and his love for you. 

“The hyungs…” he hesitates, Jimin now fully awake and sitting up at his deep uncertain tone. 

Jungkook looks at him imploring him not to say it yet, it was going to be too much to deal with so soon after this morning. You grab Jimin’s arm, pulling yourself up closer to Taehyung who now avoided your gaze.

“Guys what’s going on?”

“I’ve been here with you,” Jimin mumbles half asleep, his hair a soft mess on his head. 

“Kookie?” you turn to the youngest who bites his lips nervously, doe eyes begging you not to ask him. 

“You’re worrying me,” your nerves were shot, the trauma from this morning making you beyond paranoid. What could be worse than this morning, what weren’t they telling you. 

“Jimin, Jungkook and I didn’t know,” Taehyung starts slowly, not wanting to put his hyung’s under the bus but he wasn’t going to let them shoulder the blame when they were innocent. Plus when this was over he had a feeling you would ostracise the older four for a while, he couldn’t handle being a part of that. 

“Didn’t know what?” you ask tentatively, urging him to continue.

“I still don’t know,” Jimin grumbles, getting annoyed with the suspense. 

“Namjoon Hyung has been getting letters,” Jungkook says when Taehyung pauses for too long. He sighs, cursing the hyung’s for keeping this from you when he knew the betrayal would crush you. 

“What letters?” 

Something ticks in Jimin’s brain, his sleep filled eyes going wide with realisation. The other day in the office, when the hyung’s went solemn, it was to do with that?

“We think…” Taehyung tries not to stumble over his words, “they were threats, about you or us, but we don’t know because…”

Threats? You’re sent reeling, did Namjoon know this was coming? And he did nothing to warn you, or confide in you?

“Because what?” you breathe, your voice heavy, eyes watering as your thoughts ran away from you. Jimin places an arm around your shoulders, trying to soothe you.

“He burned the letters before he opened them,” Jungkook finishes, feeling a deep rooted shame for his favourite hyung, and for selling him out. 

“Angel…”

Jimin calls after you as you throw the covers off of you, storming downstairs to confront the men hiding things from you. 

“Sunshine-”

“You’ve been getting threats and you didn’t tell me?” 

They startle at your accusation, as right as it was, the four of them confounded until the younger three stumble in behind you. All four hyungs glance at them disgruntled and disappointed, this was not the way to handle things, the thought was hypocritical but justified in their minds. 

“You didn’t tell me?” Your teary eyes pierce Yoongi with so much sadness, of all of them you never expected him to keep it from you, and for some reason it stung the worst.

“Kitten,” he tries reaching out to you, a vulnerable edge to his voice. He would let you scratch and claw at him until you were satisfied, anything to keep you from looking at him like that again. 

“Babygirl it’s my fault,” Namjoon sighs, taking the edge of his hyung and shouldering all the blame. “I told them not to.”

You turn back to him with anger in your eyes.

“Namjoon you’re the lead at work but that doesn’t make you the lead in this relationship,” you snap. “You had no right to keep this from me!”

“I know,” he says, his voice small.

“How long have you been getting these letters?” You ask and he hangs his head in shame. 

“Months…” he replies, “since you left the company.”

You stare at him appalled and it wounds him.

“You have the gall to tell me how to behave in this relationship Kim Namjoon,” Your voice is strained through the onslaught of angry tears. “And you keep this from me?”

“I didn’t know what the letters said,” he says as an excuse, and he knows it’s a feeble one. 

You shake your head in disbelief.

“I thought you of all people would get it Joonie,” the way your voice breaks cuts through him with shame. “You built everything from the ground up, I admired you long before I loved you. So how the hell could you play with my future like this?”

“Baby girl that was never my intention,” he begs you to understand him now, that he didn’t behave nonchalant with a potential threat, he thought he was doing what was best. 

“It doesn’t matter what your intention was! There was a clear right and wrong, and you know it.”

He bows his head again, you were right, he disrespected you when he didn’t discuss the letters with you, you should’ve made the decision together as to what to do with them. But in his heart he thought he was protecting you, protecting your peace and happiness, but all of that was a bubble set to burst.

“We don’t know that it’s connected beautiful,” Jin steps in between you, speaking as softly as he can knowing you were full of rage and sorrow, but he watched Namjoon take the blow and needed to shield him a little. 

“We don’t know that it’s not,” you argued back. “We have no way of knowing, because instead of talking to me about something unpleasant, you guys decided to bury it.”

“Sunshine, I get that you’re upset-” Hoseok tries but the look of incredulous shock shuts him up.

“Upset?” you repeat, the strain in your voice carrying tears. “Everything I worked for, all my dreams, are gone.” 

It was a struggle to get out every word, having to take a breath between each one, but you were determined to. 

“No company is going to employ me, even if they do I’ll be subjugated to whispers and isolation and we know how that worked out last time.”

You sniffle, wiping your nose and tears with your sleeve. You wanted to appear strong but you were breaking down, didn’t they understand what they had done? Didn’t they care? Or were they so comfortable in their gold seats so far above you they forgot about their struggles on the way there?

“I didn’t join your company to seduce you, I wanted to work hard and make something of myself, maybe start my own company one day, but all of that is gone.”

“Kitten,” Yoongi dares himself to try again, to console you even if you pushed him away. He walks over to you, remembering all the times you seeked him out for comfort. It used to confound the others, how Mr Stoic Stone was the one that you reached for, and even though it was unusual for him to step into those shoes, with you it came so naturally. He wanted to be the one you searched for when you needed soothing, he never wanted to lose that connection he built with you, ever. He knew it was a privilege, one he never took for granted.

He hates the way you look at him now, it breaks his heart, those watering eyes showing how truly hurt you were while you tried to control the trembling of your bottom lip, tried to look strong in front of him. 

“Whatever you think is gone, we can rebuild,” he takes your face in his hands, kissing the top of your head softly before looking into your eyes. “I am so sorry for not telling you, but I promise you whatever dreams you had will come true. It's just going to suck for a while and that’s our fault.” 

“We know better than anyone how hard you work sunshine,” Hoseok smiles at you sadly, regretting not telling you. 

“If you want a company babygirl, we’ll get you a company,” Namjoon’s own voice thick with remorse. “Whatever you want.”

“There’s enough space in the office for another desk,” Jimin tries to lighten the mood with a teasing lilt to his voice, but he’s not joking at all. “No one would dare to whisper about our angel CEO.”

You shake your head, removing Yoongi’s hold on you. They didn’t get it. You’ve worked for everything you had, it was how you had always been. You didn’t want to be handed a title you didn’t earn, or have your powerful boyfriends buy positions for you. 

“Why would that be such a bad idea, beautiful?” Jin asks softly. “You’re more than capable.”

“I don’t need anyone thinking I slept my way to the top,” you scoff. 

“Who cares what other people think, Kitten?” Yoongi sighs. “No one can deny you deserve a CEO position.”

You shake your head again, breathes of humourless laughter escaping your lips. They really didn’t get it. It was so easy to say that when you were untouchable to people’s words. 

“You guys made the decision by yourselves to keep this from me,” you state, not looking at them but to the ground. “My career has nothing to do with you, whatever happens next is my choice.”

“Kitten-”

“You don’t have the right Yoongi,” you try to keep the anger out of your voice. “None of you do right now. I need to figure this out alone.”

“Are you breaking up with us?” Jungkook asks in a panic, not moving from the doorway, he would block your exit, he would fall to his knees and beg you to stay. 

“No,” you reassure him with a syllable. “I love you, I always will, I’m just angry right now.”

“And you have every right to be,” Namjoon agrees solemnly. 

“I just have one last thing on my mind,” you frown, an obvious question was left unanswered. 

You face Namjoon, knowing he would hold the answer.

“You destroyed the letters before opening them,” it’s not a question but it sounds like one. 

He nods, wondering where you were going with this. 

“So how did you know they were threats?”

He hesitates, trying to build up the courage to tell you how he knew exactly who they were from. 

“The return address,” Jin answers for him. “It was from the penitentiary.”

The realisation hits you, and for some reason it makes the whole situation so much worse. The accusation in your eyes returns as you gaze at Namjoon. He knew exactly what he was dealing with when he got rid of those letters, and looking at you now he knew he would have to beg for your forgiveness. 

—

Bonus scene flashback:

Dear Kim Namjoon,

You haven’t responded to the last 6 letters I have sent, so either you’re not taking me seriously, or you haven’t read a single one. Both choices are not in anyone’s best interest, I don’t think you realise the situation you’ve put me in, I have nothing to lose. 

The deadline is approaching for you to transfer the funds and secure my release. I am not spending years in jail because of your jealousy. Enclosed are copies of the images I will release to the media, I bet you’re wondering how I was able to get these when you locked me away. 

It seems I’m not the only one you thought you could cross and toss away. For your sake, I hope you make the right choice.

I look forward to hearing from you,

Alexander Pettyfer

“They haven’t responded to a single one of your stupid letters, what makes you think they will now?” Suran scoffs at the news that he sent another. 

“Just be patient,” he replies, the usually clean cut male looking rugged and rough. “We need something out of this other than just ruining their lives.”

“Look, the images I got are proof enough about what that whore is doing, I say we release them.”

“Not yet!” The rise in his voice gets the guards attention, and he takes a deep breath to calm down. Stupid woman didn’t know when to listen, it was unfortunate that he had to use her, although he should count his blessings the day she came and visited for the first time with an idea to take the CEOs down. 

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Emerald Gem||Chapter Seven

Chapter one|Chapter two|Chapter three|Chapter four|Chapter five|Chapter six|Chapter seven|Chapter eight|Chapter nine|Chapter ten

Hybrid!OT7 x Fem!Reader

Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one to talk to but the cows and pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stumble upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn, smut, fluff

Warnings: none that I can think of rn lol

Word count: 1.4k

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You woke up in a cold sweat, body trembling. You threw the heavy comforter off of you in a haste. The boys were no longer in your bed. 

A man.

A man that you not dare speak his name was now in your bed. A man from years ago, who you thought you had forgotten. Apparently you haven’t.

“Didn’t you miss me?” He whispered. You shook your head violently. It’s all a dream, you reasoned. I just need to wake up.

“I missed you. I think about you every day. Do you ever think about me?”

“No!” You yelled, now sobbing. “You left! You’re a coward! All you do is run.”

The man grabbed you by your hair gently, making you face him. He wiped the tears off your warm cheeks. “I won’t run this time.”

“I promise.”

Two words. Two words was all it took to wake you from your dream. Or was it a nightmare? It’s up to you to decide.

***

It was a cold, rainy morning. Yoongi sat by the window in the living room, watching water droplets splash off the leaves while bundled up in a fuzzy blanket. It was a drowsy morning for the boys. They were worried about their pack leader, of course. They were curious about his wellbeing.

They feared that they were next.

You did what you could to comfort them, but you knew that without Namjoon home, the boys were never going to feel true peace. It made you sick to your stomach thinking about what the researchers may be doing to him. Taehyung couldn’t sleep without being next to Jimin. Jimin was restless when sleeping without Jungkook.

And Kook had night terrors when he wasn’t cuddling with you.

Hoseok was jumpy. A knock at the door had him running. Thunderstorms woke him from his slumber. Jin was unusually caring. In the morning he already made breakfast, working on lunch. After showers, it gave Jin a sense of protection drying his pack members hair. He even made his rounds, room to room, making sure everyone was sleeping soundly. When Jin had a chance to rest his eyes, all he could picture was the people he loved be snatched one by one.

Yoongi had a caffeine problem.

A cup in the morning, cup in the afternoon, and a piping hot cup before bed. He believed it to be a stress reliever, but he was actually bouncing off the walls, having caffeine induced anxiety attacks. You even tried hiding the coffee maker, but to no avail. He found it every time. And he would never admit that he can’t relax without having the entire pack in his sight.

“Can I come in?” A knock at your office door awoke you from your thoughts. Jin, on the other side of the door with a cup of hot cocoa and a plate of bacon and eggs, awaited your response. “I don’t wanna interrupt.”

You pushed your rolling chair to the door, creaking it open for him. “No, you’re not interrupting anything. Just doing some research...This for me?” You pointed at the plate of food in Jin’s hand. He nodded, handing you the warm plate carefully.

“And don’t worry about cleaning. Tae already put everything away. Watcha researching?” His eyes roamed your desk. A map with written directions. An article titled: Dr. Kim Petitions Court for Hybrid Rights.

And a piece of torn paper with a phone number on it and a fancy name.

“Who’s Hongjoong?” Jin asked you, a little more aggressively than he thought. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. You’re free to talk to whoever, I just-“

“It’s okay”, you giggled, showing him that you’re in no way upset. “I was actually going to talk to you guys about something, but now that you’re here I guess I’ll tell you. Come sit”. You pat the velvet ottoman across from your desk. 

“I wanna get your thoughts before I tell the others.”

“Tell the others what, exactly?” Jin sat down with ease, a lot of curiosity.

You prepared your thoughts. How do I say that I want to take the countries most wanted hybrids to the research facility where their pack leader is being kept?

“W-what?”

Shit, I said that out loud.

 “Wait! Im so sorry! Fuck, that came out wrong. I was trying to say that I found a way for us to get Namjoon back, but it requires a lot of work”. You hoped that eased Jins worries. You hoped he would ponder of over the idea, give it some thought. You hoped he would say yes and convince the others.

You hoped.

“So, you want to travel with six hybrid criminals, in hopes of breaking out another hybrid criminal, and make it back home in one piece? Im confused.”

Rightfully so. You didn’t have it all planned out. You didn’t give him all the details. You didn’t even know the details yourself! Now, you’re putting your trust in an old friend who claims that he believes in hybrid rights?

Sounds like a bunch of horse shit to Jin.

“Jin please just hear me out”, you begged. “I have this friend- well old classmate, really. He’s a researcher who is currently on strike for his beliefs on hybrid testing and abuse. If I can get to him, he might be able to help us get Joon back.”

You could see the look on Jin’s face. He was still dubious, and he had every right to be. Why do we have to go? He wondered. Can you promise me we’ll make it back?

“You want my honest opinion?” You nodded frantically. “Okay...”

He paused. “I feel like it’s a shitty idea.”

“Jin-“

“No! You wanna know what I think? I think it’s a dumb fucking idea! God knows what will happen on the way there. Not to mention, Joon may already be dead! Then you have led us into a trap where we will all face the same fate, you included!” 

You sighed. You were getting nowhere. Dead end after dead end. It seemed hopeless.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

A notification popped up on your phone. It was a text message. One that you didn’t expect…

Kim Hongjoong 8:35 AM

Hey, it’s been a while

Been thinking about you…

Im actually back home visiting my parents

Was wondering if you maybe

wanted to catch up?

***

He felt like he was floating. His body was beaten and bruised. His hearing was foggy. He couldn’t hear the whisperings going on in the lab, but he could hear the banging on the metal bars of his cell.

“Leave him!” One researcher yelled. “Dr. Kim said not to touch him until he gets back! Do you really want to upset him?”

The other guy rolled his eyes. “Why would I care what he says?”

“Maybe because he signs our checks?” The researcher continued his tasks, analyzing Namjoons blood in the glass test tube. “Can you at least try to not sound like an asshole?”

The guy smirked, banging on the bars one more time.

“Not possible.”

***

That night you curled up in bed with a good book, needing a distraction. The pack wanted to sleep together, leaving you with a bed all to yourself. You knew how they felt about you, perceiving you as part of the pack, but it didn’t feel right to impose on their personal time together. You’re human after all. You might not ever truly be apart of them…

“You think loudly. Your face shows it all”

You jumped, throwing your book to the side. Wasn’t like you were reading it anyway. “My god Yoongi! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

He shushed you. “Keep it down. It took forever for everyone to go to sleep. I almost didn’t make it here”, he laughed, making his way to the left side of the bed. You scooted over to give him room.

“I thought you guys were sleeping together tonight?” You asked. “Isn’t this like a pack violation or something?” Yoongi stuffed himself under the covers and rested his head on the pillow.

“Just lay down and shut up”, he huffed.

“Well, excuse me”, you giggled, reaching over to your nightstand and turning off the light. Yoongi held his arms out, an invitation for you to be held. He seemed to always know exactly what you needed. “Thanks Yoon.”

“Anytime my love, anytime.”

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Perfedious : to be deceitful

Pairing : Yandere!Seokjin x female reader (Mirae)

Summary : After years of blind pining, you're finally struck with some sense and realise your unrequited feelings for your sister's husband are never going to be reciprocated, so you decide to leave all the torment but there is something heavily holding you back, it's Seokjin's dead grip and the ugly claws of all your past mistakes you need to pay for.

He ploughed the soil and you watched, enamoured. 

Beads of sweat glowing on his flushed neck. He dug the ground with the small shovel, sighing when he thought he was done with the task. He inspected his work and shifted to pick the plantlets he had earlier bought from nursery. All roses. Light to pink roses. 

You were crouched beside him awkwardly, observing the unusual. There were very sparse moments when you saw Seokjin being domestic and loose, unlike his formal attire. 

Delicately he placed the plant in shallow hole and refilled the gap with soil with his gloved hands. He turned to you, chuckling at your uncomfortable stature.

 “ You look like you're going to melt in the sun.” 

You huffed and wiped at your damped neck from the back of your hand. Well, it wasn't really favourable to sit in the scorching sun at 10 in the morning, was it? And gardening at that.

“Not like you aren't looking like a boiled egg?” you said defensively. 

Seokjin snorted, before squinting his eyes at you in offense, a playful grin still intact on his face. “Do I?” 

Something twirled in your stomach at his teasing tone. But to ease it away, you laughed and swatted his arm lightly.

“Yes, you're minutes away from being on fire, Jin” you teased him so more, finding your own words ridiculous. But jokes were meant to be ridiculous, right? You picked the can and sprinkled water on the cute plants which were budding. 

It felt nice to do such domestic chores with Jin. It was only the two of you in the backyard. Minsu had been feeling cranky and unhydrated from the heat and went back inside the house.

“But why the pink roses only?” You asked whilst watering. 

“Well, everything in my life has been so intense, degree, work, duties that I had to be just….as harsh to face it all, become the stern man I look to be. But I didn't always want that, I have softer edges too, and these flowers, this colour just make me revisit that gentleness in me. That I want to retain. That’s why they are important to me.” Jin glanced at you, who had a questioning look.

“ But you are not a harsh person, Jin. I have never seen you like that?” 

He chuckled, “Then you should visit me in my office.”

“Frustration is understandable. But I bet you can't be so bad. Not as bad as my mum. I can never imagine you like that.” 

Because you will always get to see his softer side. 

Because you were one of his flower. 

Seokjin thought. 

You gasped at the small rose that dangled on the stem, “It’s so beautiful.” you bend down and traced the fluttering velvet petals, cooing at it. You smelled its sweat scent. 

“You can pluck it if you want?” you profusely shook your head at Jin. 

“No, it looks good where it is, it will dry up once I pluck it.” 

“It's going to wither one way or another.” Jin shrugged and smiled as he proceeded to tuck the flower when you circled his wrist. 

“Don’t do it, Jin. I want it to live longer. I will just stare at it for some time, no need to pluck it. That will be enough for my contentment. Isn't that convenient?” 

Jin stared at you with a scowl which softened eventually, 

“Always so considerate, Rae. It's just a flower, you don't need to worry about it so much.” He gently told you, sweat eyes roaming over your face. 

If it came from anyone else you would have already felt offended and self conscience, but yes you knew you were sometimes stubborn over miniscule things. 

You tightened your grip and resisted him, 

“I think it hasn't bloomed completely just yet. First let it, then you can pluck it.” 

It was then that you teared your eyes away which were fixated on the flower, that you realised you were overly warm, from the proximity of the body beside you. You were too close, that the volume between your faces was only filled with your hot breathes. 

Jin didn’t move away, instead leaned closer, “So I can pluck it once it fully blooms, right?”

Had his eyes turned darkened or were you imagining it? Your lips opened and closed, again opened to say, “yes”

It was such instants that made you wonder that did Jin like to intimidate you out of sheer amusement or was it something else. 

It was the former, you knew it, because if it

was the latter….

“I will.” Jin smiled at you, eyes unblinking. You shouldn't dwell on such simple words but he said it with so much conviction, that it seemed as if he wasn't talking about the flower anymore. 

Was he personifying something?

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[muniimyg]

𐙚₊˚⊹ lawstudent!jimin ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

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friends to lovers / post break-up (oc is going thru a break-up)

uni au (law students)

fluff

//

it feels like jin has been yapping in your ear forever. if not forever, at least a good 15 minutes has passed since this horrific mock trial finished. you’re still here—taking his shit. 

truth be told, it isn’t really shit. he’s not trying to be mean, he’s being himself—critical in the most gentle way possible. but on days like today, it’s difficult for you to differentiate the gentleness and criticism in his words. 

“___, what i’m saying is… next time, if you’re going to wing it—commit to it. it was too obvious,” jin sighs, watching as you stuff your papers into your bag. “jimin had you cornered by the second argument. prep more, and you’ll do fine for the next one—”

“right,” you mumble. “noted. got it. thanks jin. sorry about today.”

you force a tight smile. jin looks at you, not buying it… but he nods and heads off, leaving you alone in the empty classroom.

except, you’re not alone. 

“it’s no fun if you suck, you know.”

you glance up to see jimin leaning casually against one of the desks. he’s loosening his tie as he approaches you. there’s a smug expression on his face, yet there’s a softness in the way he looks at you.

“not in the mood,” you huff, going back to packing and not bothering to spend another second looking at him. “everyone knows it was an off day for me. i’ll be more fun for you next week.”

jimin chuckles, shifting his weight. “okay but—seriously, you went all in on the wrong precedent. if you’d just tied it back to—”

“jimin,” you snap, finally turning on him. your voice comes out sharper than you mean it to be. “i said i’m not in the mood.”

the air stills as he processes the deliverance of your sentance. his smirk quickly fades and is replaced by something more cautious—more caring. 

jimin raises his hands, palms up. “okay, shit. fuck. what’s going on with you?”

you bite your lip hard, but it doesn’t stop the tears that suddenly spill over. 

you and jimin are decent friends. you’ve gone to enough events with him to feel comfortable and have ran in the same circles every now and then. you two are familiar with your personal lives but not in great detail… maybe that’s why you admit the truth instead of brushing it off. out of everyone you know, jimin is the least likely to be nosy and opinionated about what is going on. 

“i—namjoon and i broke up,” you blurt out, your voice breaking. “and this stupid trial, and jin’s feedback, and—i don’t know, it’s just too much right now.”

jimin’s eyes widen, and for a second, he looks completely out of his depth. but then he steps closer, his hand hovering near your back before he finally pats it, awkward but sincere.

“hey,” he says softly. “that must suck. i’m sorry, ___.”

his words… pull you. 

so simple, yet so heavy. before you can stop yourself, you let out a sob. then, another and another… until you’re completely crying and suddenly he has his arms wrapped around your face is buried in his chest. for a split moment, it feels like he holds you so tight that if he lets go—you’d crumble without him. 

“i’ve got you,” he murmurs, one hand rubbing small circles on your back. “let it out. it’s okay. i’m here.”

his words hand in the air as your heart continues to ache. 

you don’t know how long you stay like that, clutching at his shirt as the weight of everything pours out of you but eventually, your sobs quiet. eventually, you pull back and wipe your face with the sleeve of your button up. 

you two stay silent for a moment. only the sound of you catching your breath and the classroom vents humming fills the space. 

then, with a small tilt of his head, jimin asks, “soju?”

you let out a light laugh, shaking your head. 

“we broke up this morning… am i really going to get drunk now? it’s hardly past lunch.”

he smiles, the corners of his mouth lifting in that soft, familiar way that makes your chest ache a little less. “it’s almost 4pm. lunch passed. it’s dinner time.”

“seriously?”

he nods and nods towards the door. “come on. soju on me.”

without another word, jimin reaches over and finishes packing up for you. you watch and listen quietly as he begins to talk about the best meal pairings with soju. he makes you laugh a little more too.

as the two of you leave the classroom, your bag slung over his shoulder, jimin’s mind begins to race. he feels bad about your breakup—of course, he does—but fuck. 

finally. 

namjoon’s a good guy and all and you didn’t deserve to get hurt—but again. 

finally.

jimin has liked you for so long and has been unable to do anything about it because his timing was off. so, he figured he’d wait it out. you and nam joon were a good pair—but something was missing. passion? yearning? love? something like that… 

not to worry—jimin has a feeling he’ll bring those things to the table along with the soju.

[uwu-bxtch]

||I’M A GOOD GIRL OFFICER|| k.n.

summary :: “everybody knows that i’m a good girl officer.” OR detective!nanami is suspicious of you murdering your husband and you need to convince him otherwise.

content :: film noir au, detective!nanami, nanami kento x reader, suggestive, mentions of murder, quid pro quo, fem reader

a/n :: guys i was tryna go for those old timey detective films. film noir is the proper term. i hope yall like it, should i do a part two?

it’s late into the night when nanami kento finally has had enough of looking at paperwork. with a loud sigh, the detective stands from his desk and walks towards his mini bar. pouring himself a shot of whiskey, he contemplates the case at hand.

Jin Takeshi, the town’s most well known business owner, mysteriously died two days ago. being the best in his league, he was put on the case. all clues point to his wife, but no one would believe him. he’s been suspicious since she first appeared in his office with the cops. he just needed to find a way to prove his hunch. with another groan, he downs his shot before placing the cup down with a clank.

“a man who knows how to hold his liquor, i like that.”

he didn’t even hear you come in. kento looked behind him to see the devil herself.

“mrs. takeshi, how did you get in here?”

you hold your hand up to your chest, feigning sadness.

“please, (y/n) is fine. that name only hurts my heart more.”

unaffected, kento continues to give her a blank stare, waiting for her answer.

“you’re suspicious of me, why?”

leaning against his desk, kento quickly looks you up and down, analyzing your body language.

“your husband is dead and you’re my only witness, how do you explain that?”

you shift a bit in your big fur coat, avoiding his tense gaze. truly, you didn’t think you’d get this far but now wasn’t the time for any hesitation.

“i didn’t kill my husband, honest, mr. nanami.”

“yet you were so quick with his funeral.”

“he was a good man, detective!”

you might’ve gotten too defensive, noticing kento’s slight brow raise.

“you weren’t upset with him at all?”

you frown, faux offense written on your face.

“I loved him, he treated me goo—“

“then how do you explain this, miss.”

dipping his finger in his cup, he approaches you and wipes your under eye makeup, revealing a nasty bruise. he noticed it when you first showed up with the cops two days ago, but decided to look past it that day, not wanting to put you through more grief. you gulp nervously, not sure how you were going to get yourself out of this.

“seems like he pushed you past your limit that day. finally had enough?”

“h-how did you—“

“your husband was a prominent figure, so of course i did extensive research. gossip, articles, you name it. your neighbors are quite chatty.”

kento steps back to his spot on his desk.

“well, what’s a girl like me supposed to do stuck with a man like that?” you plead, voice dripping with desperation.

“i don’t know miss, but at the end of the day you killed a man.”

your eyes begin to prickle with tears.

“please, sir, i won’t survive in jail!”

you look into his eyes to find some type of sympathy, but he avoids your gaze. suddenly an idea pops into your head.

slowly, you open up your coat, clearing your throat to get his attention once again.

“you seem like you know how to treat a woman right.”

once your coat falls to the floor you make the short trip to the man. in nothing but a red lace panty set, you push your body against kento’s.

“ma’am this is in—“

you gently press your pointer finger to his lips as your other hand starts palming at his bulge.

“i bet you can take care of me real nice. let me take care of you and we can forget this whole exchange, yeah?”

kento gulped, his cock growing harder every second. yes, he wouldn’t mind cracking you right over his desk, but this was unprofessional. he was better than this. he looks down at you and his resolve instantly crumbles at your doe eyes looking up at him. a ghost of a smirk appears on your face once you notice his demeanor fall slightly.

kento’s hands travel up from your ass to your waist, giving you ass a slight squeeze on their way up.

“is that a yes big boy?”

your voice was dripping with seduction. nanami closed his eyes, letting out a quiet ‘damn’ before leaning down to kiss you. his kiss was hungry but gentle. nothing but the quiet smack of your lips filled his office. the hand still on his bulge started to work on his zipper until you hear the door open.

“mr. nanami i’m heading out for the—oh!”

you instantly jump off the man, scrambling to cover yourself up with your coat. the secret gasped at the scene before her. the victim’s wife and suspect mackin it with the lead detective was not a good look. you quickly rush your way to the door where the secretary was still standing in shock.

“i should get going now, thank you for the meeting mr. nanami!” you hurriedly walk out of the office, leaving a disheveled kento and his secretary to stare at each other.

“i’m sorry you had to see that,” kento clears his throat, adjusting himself to look more presentable.

“see what? i’m heading out, calling in sick tomorrow too. don’t overwork yourself mr. nanami.”

the secretary also hurries out the room, leaving nanami alone with his thoughts.

what the hell did i just do?

MASTERLIST :: PART TWO

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• Chapter 52

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none

Words: 4265

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„Babycub, let's lay down now, hm? You had a long day honey.” Jin soothed, his thumbs gently wiping any of the remaining tear stains of stress and worry off your skin.

You nodded a little, your tired eyes stuck to the comfort companion you'd been holding for a few minutes now. The cause of all the trouble.

You tried to remind yourself that one way or another it would come down to this sooner or later, but this felt so soon, and you felt overwhelmed just at the thought of press, paparazzi and sasaengs being part of something you'd have to deal with from now on.

Jungkook's warm hands gently caressed your tummy in soothing circles as he helped you lay down among the many different blankets and pillows, puckering the pillow underneath you before he carefully placed it under your head.

„There you go bunny. Does your tummy hurt? D'you feel like throwing up baby?” the youngest fretted as the other alphas too got ready to sleep. It would be too uncomfortable for them, trying to rest so cramped together, probably too hot and all bothered. But you needed it, and that was all that mattered.

„Just a bit oppa...” You whispered, closing your eyes when you felt Yoongi's lips gently graze your forehead, the older man whispering a soft goodnight to you.

Before you was Taehyung, your face close to his warm chest as his arms carefully wrapped around your waist underneath the blanket tucked tightly around you. Just above by your head Jimin slept, his chin grazing over your head soothingly.

Jungkook stayed stuck against your back, his chest softly rumbling as his nose tucked just by your scent gland. You still smelled sick, having him worry even more.

Hoseok, Jin and Yoongi laid down behind each of the maknaes, resting on the outer perimeter, as if to keep watch. And Namjoon sat still just by your feet, carefully petting them occasionally as he watched over his pack for a good hour or so.

By now you were long since in dreamland, brought there by the gentle whispers and soft voices, especially Taehyung who's calming pheromones rolled all around him, making Yoongi huff in annoyance, turning to face the other way. But he didn't move an inch.

„There, there, babycheeks. You can rest now petal. Alphas are right here.”

Joon's caring side stayed on you as he did a last roundabout through the house, checking if all the entrances have been closed, the windows sealed and all the lights turned off. After he checked the house he too went to sleep, for a while still alert just enough to protect his packmates from any danger. But none came, and so he could fall into dreamland himself.

❄️

„...Princess?”

You felt warm all over, clammy and tired. But the scents all around were comforting and you wanted to sleep some more, so you didn't make a single move in response to the call.

„Sweetheart wake up...” Jimin huffed, groggy himself about having to get up. It felt far too early, tiredness still settled deep in his bones. After his gentle fingers swiped your bed hair off your forehead, he could only smile gently at your soft whines.

As he softly giggled, yawning, going to try and coax you awake once more, his hand was instead swatted away as the maknae growled low, his body tucking you closer and shielding you away from Jimin's direction.

„Yah, Kook-ah, I'm your hyung!” he gasped in mock offense, lightly kicking the youngers back.

It's been a while since he himself has been shaken awake by the oldest, Jin's face somber in sadness and annoyance. Jimin sat up carefully at that, ignoring the alpha's call for quick breakfast as he asked what was happening.

He could help the way his hand tighten on yours, and pulling your head just down onto his lap for comfort. He needed you closer.

But Seokjin only said they will have to talk all together, and to wake you all up. By now it was only the maknae's on the makeshift nest you made for them, the alphas holding you tightly to them. The darkness behind the windows was obvious, still too early for them to be getting up. Especially as the sickness still wafted all around you, making them especially on edge.

„Jungkook, please get up, Tae you too.” Namjoon called strictly from where he has been sitting with a huge cup of coffee, glasses perched on his nose as he read something on his laptop, his brows creased. His scent smelled anxious and stressed, Yoongi's gaze too settled on the bright blue screen.

Taehyung grumbled in annoyance at Jimin's shaking, pulling you closer to his chest as he rolled onto his back, eyes fluttering open at the bright lights suddenly turned on.

It was Hobi who did so, his expression tired as he stood by the big, overhead light switch. He could only coo softly at your whines from how you tried and hide your face away from the sudden light, but he showed hardly any mercy to the three alphas rumbling.

„Aish, hyung~!”

„Get up now, we really need to get a move on. Come on sunny, I know, I know , I'm sorry bub.“ he mumbled as he took the many blankets thrown over you off one by one, finally taking you up, shaking off all of their grips as he held you closely to his chest.

Placing you back down on the chest, Hoseok softly giggled at how tired you seemed, your eyes blinking slowly at the table, too sleepy to think straight.

Jungkook sat up better on the couch, his head peaking over the backrest as he asked his pack, his eyes closed. His voice was groggy like every morning.

„What's the time?”

„Just about 6.”

Jin answered calmly, giving you a small bowl of plain rice and more of the same soup as yesterday. Yoongi was already placing a wooden spoon in your hand, his bracelets jiggling.

„Here kitty, eat up. But be careful with your tummy okay? Does it feel okay now?” He asked you gently, petting your hair and calming down the crazy hairstyle you currently sported.

„Feels better alpha...” you mumbled quietly, having him smile softly down at you, pushing your chair closer to the table.

„Good, I'm glad kitten. Alpha is so glad.” He watched in content as you took a few good spoonfuls of the soup, his eyes hardly even straining from you when the three maknaes finally set down themselves.

As the eldest settled a still hot pan of sizzling kimchi fried rice, the alphas all seemed to perk up, especially the maknaes who's eyes finally popped open at the sight of food.

„Joon-ah put it away.” the alpha scolded softly, having the packalpha sigh and do as told, filling you a glass of water in the meantime. He took out one of the gummy bears with vitamins for you and the stomach medication they got for you, putting them just before you.

„Here pup, please take these after you finish okay? It's for your tummy babygirl. Gonna make you all better in no time.” He whispered softly, giving your head a soft kiss after you nodded along.

The pack ate, all tired and disheveled after the too-short-rest they had. Namjoon woke up early morning with his phone vibrating from continual calls, having him grumble and get up to take it - it was from one of their group managers, one which they stuck with since the very early beginnings of their career.

Namjoon sighed heavily, rubbing a tired hand down his face as he stepped into the dimly lit hallway, phone pressed against his ear. His glasses sat crooked on his nose, the weight of exhaustion settling deep in his bones. The moment he answered, he barely had time to greet the caller before an irritated voice cut through the line.

„Namjoon, what the hell happened last night?”

Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling slowly. „Good morning to you too, hyung,” he muttered, voice gravelly with sleep.

„Don’t start with me, Namjoon. I just sat through an emergency meeting about this mess. Do you have any idea how bad this has gotten? The plush was right there—clear as day. And now ARMY’s lost their minds.”

Namjoon leaned against the wall, head tilting back as he stared at the ceiling. „I understand that it would come out eventually,” he admitted, but his tone lacked any real conviction. He was too drained to argue.

„Yeah, but not like this. We were supposed to control the narrative, not let Twitter explode overnight. The international fans picked it up while we were asleep, and now it's trending worldwide. People are speculating everything—from a secret omega member to a hidden relationship. Some think it belongs to one of you, but others…”

The pause was heavy, and Namjoon knew exactly where the manager was going with this. His jaw tightened.

„Some are saying it belongs to an omega outside the pack.”

Silence stretched between them for a moment. Namjoon swallowed, his protective instincts flaring.

„They don’t know a single thing,” he said firmly.

„Not yet. But they will if we don’t get ahead of this.” The manager sighed, the frustration in his voice giving way to weariness. „Look, we’re putting out a statement this morning. We’ll frame it as the pack going through some changes—something vague but controlled. But we need everyone here at HYBE. Now.”

Namjoon exhaled sharply, pushing off the wall. „She’s still not feeling well. She is sick, some stomach bug. You know how stressful this is for her—”

„I know, Joon. I do. But this isn’t just about her anymore. The whole pack is under scrutiny, and if we don’t handle this right, it could get worse. There are additional legal documents she needs to sign now that things are public. NDAs don’t fully cover… this.”

Namjoon’s free hand curled into a fist. He hated this. He hated that you were being dragged into something you weren’t ready for. He hated that despite their best efforts to keep you safe, the world was closing in.

„I won’t let her identity be exposed, she doesn't want that.” he said, voice like steel.

„We won’t push that, I promise. It wouldn’t make sense to reveal her. But we do need to work fast.” The manager Kim hesitated before adding, „Look, I know this isn’t ideal. But we’ll do everything we can to keep her protected. We will set up her own security, get her a manager too, in case she wants one. Just get here as soon as possible.”

Namjoon sighed, his shoulders slumping. „Fine. We’ll be there soon.”

„Good. And Namjoon?”

„…Yeah?”

„I know you’re tired, but this was a careless mistake. You should’ve caught it before going live.”

Guilt settled heavy in his chest, but he didn’t argue. Sure, the entire stream was dicey, the time crunch not giving them a single opportunity to set everything up. But he was their packalpha and was meant to make sure everything was fine before he'd allowed Him to start it. He should have noticed. And he’d missed it.

„I know,” he admitted quietly. „It won’t happen again.”

„Make sure of it.”

The call ended with a sharp beep, and Namjoon let his hand drop to his side, exhaling shakily. His head was pounding, stress gnawing at the edges of his already-frazzled nerves.

His mind turned back to the dining table, where the rest of the pack was beginning to wake fully, all of you eating your breakfasts fairly quietly, too tired to speak a lot. Not that they had much appetite.

You sat at the table, still bundled in one of Taehyung’s hoodies, hands wrapped around a warm cup of tea, the same one as yesterday. Your eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but you looked up at him immediately, sensing his tension.

Namjoon forced a small, tired smile, but his heart ached. This wasn’t fair to you.

Jin frowned from across the room, setting down his chopsticks. „So?”

Namjoon ran a hand through his hair, sighing. „We have to go to HYBE. Now.”

A ripple of unease moved through the pack. Taehyung’s brows furrowed as he instinctively shifted closer to you, while Jungkook’s jaw tightened, protective instincts bristling.

„Oppa…” you murmured hesitantly, and his heart clenched at the worry in your voice.

He softened, moving toward you and crouching at your side, large hands resting gently on your knees. „It’s gonna be okay, baby pup. I promise.”

He just wished he fully believed it himself.

Before you knew it you were already being encouraged to take the medication, chewing up the weird-tasting gummy bear that had you frowning in distaste as Hobi cooed softly that you'd never have to eat those again since you didn't like them.

„Here sunny, let's go-! The world awaits-!” Hoseok smiled softly, trying to make your mood better, but you felt only a pang of stress at his words. It was true. The world was quite literally waiting.

But you took his hand as the alpha led you back to your room. He helped you pick out a comfortable outfit after you asked him to, giving you a pair of black flared leggings from another pricey brand you didn't know to go along with the alpha's hoodie you refused to take off.

Soon enough, after you got ready properly, you were holding onto Jimin's hand tightly by the main entrance, the alpha fretting over you softly as you'd just taken one more pain medication after your headache picked up even further.

Jungkook kneeled by your feet as he tightly laced your warm boots up, smiling at you comfortingly as he helped you into a warm jacket over the plain grey jumper drenched in Taehyung's scent, comforting you a bit.

„There bun, all ready to go!” He smiled softly af you, himself wanting to comfort you.

„Oh, I almost forgot, cub, Moonsik texted me, they'd love to see you again, would that be okay peaches? You can read the message in the car, how about it?”

„Okay Jin oppa...” You answered softly, taking his and Jimin's hand as Jungkook left the room last, carefully locking the front doors.

The van doors were already open, Jin the one to climb in first before he helped you in, carefully pulling you up even if you didn't need much help. At the packalpha's pointed gaze you decided to settle into the middle seat, Jin and Jimin on your sides as Jungkook grumbled about the best seat being taken. Taehyung was quick to growl at him in annoyance at his remark.

„Here cub, come look...” Seokjin said, as the car backed out of the driveway, Hoseok driving carefully after Namjoon made sure your seatbelt held on properly.

The oldest packmember took out his phone, handing you the open chat on an app, as he showed you the last message.

Your mouth formed a soft, shy smile at the thought of your friend Yuki and Moonsik being worried about you. You felt happy knowing that they still liked you even after you dropped in that mall.

Looking up at Jin next to you, the alpha tucked the scarf tighter around your neck, smiling himself. „Would you like to see them again? You can do whatever you want cub. No pressure.”

You nodded slightly. „I think I w-ant to oppa...” this made him coo softly, Hoseok meeting your eyes in the rearview mirror, wanting to see what got the eldest all giddy. Of course - your cuteness. He should have guessed.

„Aigoo, peaches, you're too adorable. Okay, let's type something out then, would you like to help me cub?”

Feeling content with the message, you rested your head on the alphas shoulder, your mind finally noticing the soft music playing through - some old, Coldplay album. You still couldn't believe they were taking you to their concert.

Jungkook's hand caringly smoothed over your tight, his motions calm as he typed something on his phone, occasionally giggling to himself, no doubt texting with some of his friends.

Soon enough the car was going into the underground garage after being allowed in by the security guards, the city pretty clear of traffic since it was still pretty early in the morning.

The eldest took your hand in his, playfully whining about his knees cracking as he stood up and got out of the car, gently placing you down on the clean pavement of the parking lot.

„There little cub. Let's go in now, shall we?”

You nodded along, letting Namjoon scent you, as the packalpha told you to stick close, apologizing about the face mask they had you wear. Just in case, he thought to himself.

Taking your hand in Yoongi's from your other side, Hobi locked the car behind you all as the pack surrounded you, having you kept in the very center as the alphas walked through the half empty lot to the elevators.

Taking the one on the right marked as 'private', Namjoon pressed the buttons before you were all going up, the oldest's alphas thumbs going over your knuckles.

„Kitten, you feeling okay? ” Yoongi asked gently, worried eyes on you as he tugged the mask just a tad bit higher up your nose in worry. It was pretty F/C, the packalpha having bought it for you a few days back after he realised you'd probably have to be wearing them more often than you were used to by now.

You nodded, your head resting against his arm having him sigh out. The elevator dinged, stopping as the doors slid open. They led you through the seemingly maze -like HYBE building, the floor practically empty apart from a few security members standing around every once in a while. They would bow down to the idols each time, having you all do the same, you following shyly.

You felt out of place as Namjoon pulled one door open, the sliding entrance to the large meeting room not creaking one bit, as the few managers inside stood up to greet you all.

You recognised a few of their faces as you kept your eyes glued to the floor, not wanting to make accidental eye contact and instead keeping to yourself. But soon enough you were brought out from that hazy state of mind, as the packmember gently lead you to an already pulled out seat.

„Here babycheeks, alphas will stay with you the whole time, okay? You just have to listen petal.” You nodded, scared of the stock looking scent-less men sitting around the large table, each and every one of them judging you with their sharp looks.

„Don't worry pup, alphas will be here the whole time. Everything is going to be okay.”

Namjoon said softly, caressing your back as he sat to your right, his hand wrapping yours up tightly. You wished you'd brought the comfort companion with you. It felt ironic - it was the cause of this whole ordeal.

The room felt cold, despite the warmth radiating from Namjoon’s hand around yours. The managers, seated on the other side of the large conference table, looked serious—calculating, even. Their expressions were unreadable, but their scents, or lack thereof, unsettled you. It was like sitting across from a wall.

One of them—Kim Hyun-soo, an older man with streaks of gray in his neatly combed black hair—cleared his throat. His tailored navy suit was pristine, not a wrinkle in sight, and his eyes, dark and sharp, flickered over the pack before landing on Namjoon.

„Let’s get straight to it.” His voice was smooth but firm. „We need to finalize the statement before the situation escalates further.”

Jin’s jaw ticked as he adjusted his sleeves, leaning forward. „What exactly are ARMYs saying?” His voice was calm, but there was an underlying tension in his posture.

Another manager, Choi Min-jae, younger and less rigid-looking with softer brown hair and wire-rimmed glasses, hesitated. He glanced at his phone before sighing. „It’s a mess. There are hundreds of theories flying around. Some think it’s an elaborate prank, others are convinced that we’ve been hiding an omega member for years. International fans are more skeptical, but the Korean fans—” He stopped, rubbing his temple. „Well, you know how they are.”

Yoongi’s fingers tapped against the table in an irregular rhythm. „Read some of them, we need to know what they are thinking so we know how to approach this thing,” he said flatly.

Min-jae exhaled, scrolling through his phone before picking out a few posts.

„Here’s one from a Twitter thread that’s gained a lot of traction: ‘There’s no way they’ve been able to hide an omega for this long. It’s probably just a staff member or a family member. Or maybe it’s nothing at all, and we’re overreacting. But then… why did Jungkook react like that? He hardly spoke. And he looked like he had been crying. It would make sense.’”

Jungkook stiffened beside you, his hand clenching into a fist on his lap.

Min-jae continued, his voice steady but cautious. „Another one: ‘Hybe has never been fully honest with us before. What if this is another secret they were planning to reveal later? An omega trainee? A hidden member? Either way, this feels calculated.’”

Jimin scoffed, crossing his arms. „Calculated? Like we planned this?” His scent spiked with irritation, but he kept his voice controlled. He was forced to do this live. They all were.

Namjoon’s grip on your hand tightened. „Next.”

Min-jae hesitated again, glancing at you before reading aloud. „This one is… harsher. ‘If there’s really an omega, and they’ve been hiding them, I feel bad for them. Imagine being locked away like that. Then again, maybe they chose this. Some omegas like being owned and so-'”

„That’s enough,” Namjoon said, voice dangerously low, a low growl sounding from him.

The silence that followed was suffocating. Your stomach twisted painfully, your entire body curling inward as if trying to disappear. You felt exposed, dissected by faceless strangers who knew nothing about you but still felt entitled to an opinion.

The tension in the room turned suffocating. Jungkook was shaking slightly, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. His gaze was dark, his hand resting protectively on your thigh under the table.

You felt small. Too small. Like you had been ripped open and left for everyone to analyze.

Jin was the first to move, his hand resting lightly on the back of your neck, thumb stroking your skin soothingly. „Breathe, cub,” he murmured softly. „It’s just words. You're okay. They can’t touch you. We won't let them.”

Jimin, ever attuned to emotions, reached across the table to squeeze your wrist lightly. „Hey, sweetheart, look at me,” he coaxed gently. You lifted your head hesitantly, eyes glassy. „Princess, I know it’s a lot. But we won’t let anything happen to you, okay? Alphas will keep you safe. It doesn't matter what stories they are making up now.”

Jungkook exhaled shakily beside you, his head ducking down toward your shoulder as he nuzzled into you for a second, as if grounding himself just as much as he was trying to comfort you. His scent stuck to you tightly. „You’re ours. We protect what’s ours,” he muttered.

Hoseok hummed in agreement, his fingers trailing over the back of your hand under the table from where he reached as far as he could. „Always.”

The managers exchanged glances, clearly unsure how to proceed in the face of such raw emotion. Hyun-soo cleared his throat again, folding his hands in front of him. „The statement should be concise. Reassuring, but vague. We don’t want to confirm or deny anything outright.”

Namjoon nodded slowly, still focused on you. „Something that settles things without feeding the fire.”

Min-jae scrolled through his phone again. „We’ve drafted a preliminary version. It reads: ‘As BTS continues to evolve as a group, we ask for your understanding as the members navigate changes within their personal and professional lives. Their commitment to their music and their fans remains unchanged. We thank you for your continued support.’”

Yoongi clicked his tongue, shaking his head. „Too vague. It sounds like we’re announcing someone’s departure or a scandal.”

One of the managers that had yet to speak, his name was Han Ggol, bit out a cold remark, sizing the alpha up. „This is a scandal.” His eyes pierced your huddled form, your knees pulled tight under your chin.

For a few moment noone spoke, your eyes set tight on the edge of the white table. You could hear the low growl coming from the packmember.

Jin sighed, rubbing his temple. „We need something that reassures ARMY that nothing is changing. That we’re still the same. That our music is the same.”

Namjoon nodded. „Something like… ‘BTS is, and always will be, a group dedicated to our music and our fans. We appreciate your support as we continue this journey together. Thank you for always being with us.’ Simple. No room for speculation.”

Hyun-soo considered it, then nodded approvingly. „That works. Let's type it out.”

You stayed silent throughout the discussion, still curled slightly inward, but the alphas kept their touches constant—light strokes on your back, warm hands over yours, reassuring brushes against your knee.

Even as the meeting continued, you felt the weight of the world pressing down on you. But at least you weren’t carrying it alone. And so you just focused on Jungkook's scent as you listened to the keyboard clicking, as the managers before you wrote out your fate.

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𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤, ℝ𝕪𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕦𝕜𝕦𝕟𝕒 11

↳ Sukuna x f! black reader

Summary: After the death of his grandfather, Sukuna Ryomen is left to shoulder the weight of his family, caring for his younger brothers, Yuuji and Choso. As he withdraws into grief, his relationship with Y/N, his girlfriend of a year, begins to crumble. When Y/N discovers the truth about his grandfather’s passing during a heated argument, it leads to a painful breakup. Now, both are navigating life apart, but Sukuna’s heart aches for Y/N. Determined to win her back, he must confront his pain and find a way to break through the walls he’s built. Can he rekindle their love, or is it too late?

contents: heavy angst, modern au, 18+, smut, dark romance, drug use, talks of depression and similar topics. (a lil )

fic warnings. ooc, profanity, mental health issues, toxic relationships, cheating, explicit smut, serious drug use, mentions of depression + more to be updated as story progresses.

Please read with proper discretion. this is a work of fiction. all characters are written to portray roles that are necessary to the plot and are in no way a reflection of their canon counterparts.

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Chapter 12: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK AM I DOING

 Y/N's POV

It’s hard to let go of someone you thought would always be a part of your life. Harder still when you remember the good times—the moments that once felt like they’d last forever, and how quickly it all unraveled.

When I walked into that hospital room, I thought I was prepared. I thought I knew what I was doing. I wanted to be there for him, to show him that I hadn’t given up. But when he told me to leave him alone, to never come back, the words hit harder than anything I’d ever felt. It wasn’t just his anger or his pain—it was the cold finality in his voice. Like he’d already made peace with the fact that I wasn’t part of his world anymore.

I should’ve left the moment he said that. But I didn’t. I stayed, trying to push through the silence that hung between us, trying to convince him that I wasn’t going anywhere, that we could work through this. I wanted to tell him that I still loved him—that I always would. But I couldn’t bring myself to say the words, not with him looking at me like I was a stranger. I didn’t belong in his world anymore, and I was starting to see that.

He wasn’t the same Sukuna I once knew. The man I loved was broken. He was drowning, and no matter how much I reached out, he was too far gone. That version of him—the one I remembered so vividly—had died with Jin. I had to accept that.

When I left that hospital room, I felt like I was leaving a part of myself behind. But I had to do it. For both of us.

I shouldn’t have gone that day. I knew it then, and I know it now. But there was no going back.

The drive home was silent. I kept my hands on the wheel, staring ahead, trying to ignore the heaviness in my chest. It felt like a lead weight, dragging me down with every mile. The tears I hadn’t allowed to fall at the hospital finally started to trickle down my face. I wasn’t crying for him anymore. I wasn’t crying for the man who had pushed me away. I was crying for the person I used to be—the one who believed that love could fix anything, that I could save him. But you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. And I realized, finally, that I couldn’t keep sacrificing myself for someone who wasn’t willing to meet me halfway.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand, trying to pull myself together. I couldn’t afford to break down now. Not when I had to be strong for me. I had to keep moving forward, even if that meant letting go of the one person I thought would always be there.

I kept telling myself it was the right thing to do, that I was doing this for both of us. But in the quiet moments, when I’m alone with my thoughts, it’s hard to believe that.

How do you let go of someone you once thought was your forever?

How do you move on when part of you will always belong to them?

I didn’t have the answers. But for now, I had to keep walking this painful road. Because, at the end of the day, I still had to save myself

I guess that’s how I found myself at Toji’s place that night. I wasn’t sure what had brought me here exactly—maybe it was the need to feel something familiar, something solid amidst the chaos. Or maybe I was just running from the aching emptiness I felt since leaving Sukuna at the hospital.

I knew Yuuji and Choso were staying at Toji’s for a bit, and part of me thought it might be a good idea to check in on them. To see how they were doing, how they were coping with everything. But as I stood outside his apartment, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t just here for them. I was here because I didn’t know where else to go.

My hand hovered over the doorbell for a moment. I had no idea what I’d even say to Toji—what my reason for being here would be. He wasn’t exactly the type to hold a space for me in the way I needed, not like Sukuna had, or at least not in the way I had imagined Sukuna would. But I had to do something. I was so tired of feeling like I was falling apart at the seams.

I pressed the doorbell and heard footsteps approaching. Toji opened the door, looking a bit surprised to see me standing there. He didn’t say anything at first, just gave me that look of his—half amused, half assessing. I couldn’t help but feel a little out of place standing there in front of him, the weight of everything pressing on my chest.

"Hey," I finally said, the word barely escaping my lips. "Is it okay if I come in?"

Toji glanced over his shoulder, like he was considering whether to invite me in or not, but then stepped aside with a shrug. "Yeah, sure. It’s not like you’re a stranger."

I walked in, trying to keep my composure, but I could feel my hands trembling slightly. I had no idea what to expect tonight—what I was even looking for, if I’m being honest.

The living room was quiet, and I saw Yuuji and Choso sitting on the couch, both of them looking a little out of place too. Choso glanced up at me first, his expression softening just a little as he saw me. Yuuji gave me a small, forced smile, but I could tell he wasn’t really okay. None of us were.

"You okay?" Choso asked softly, his voice steady but concerned.

I nodded, though I didn’t know if I was convincing anyone, least of all myself. "Yeah, just… needed to get out of the house."

Toji came up behind me and threw himself onto the armchair, raising an eyebrow. "House? You mean Sukuna’s house?" he asked, his tone light but a little too sharp for my liking.

I stiffened at the mention of his name. "I’m fine," I repeated, but this time I wasn’t sure if I believed it.

The room fell into a tense silence. I could feel the weight of the unspoken words, the things I hadn’t said to anyone yet. My heart ached, but I didn’t know how to express it. What was there even to say? That I missed him? That I felt like I had lost a piece of myself? That nothing felt right anymore?

I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, as if it would somehow protect me from everything I couldn’t say. I wasn’t sure if I even had the energy to keep pretending everything was fine.

Yuuji broke the silence, his voice almost tentative. "You know, we’re here for you, right?" He glanced at Choso, then back at me. "Whatever you need, we’ve got you."

I looked at them both, feeling the weight of their words sink in. They were both here for me, in their own way. But it didn’t stop the emptiness I felt. It didn’t stop the ache that seemed to consume me every time I thought of Sukuna.

Toji, who had been unusually quiet, finally spoke up. His voice was gruff, but there was something softer in it that I hadn’t expected. "You can stay as long as you want, Y/N. But you’re gonna have to stop hiding from it eventually."

I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I could face the reality of what he was talking about. I didn’t know how to let go. How to walk away from someone who had been a part of my life for so long. How to let them go when part of me still believed that maybe—just maybe—he needed me to save him.

But here, in Toji’s apartment, with Yuuji and Choso beside me, I found a fleeting sense of comfort. Maybe it wasn’t the answer I was looking for, but for tonight, it was enough. I wasn’t alone.

And maybe, for the first time in a long time, that would have to be enough.

Toji ordered pizza, as usual. I couldn’t help myself, so I jokingly asked, "Is this all you guys ever eat?"

Toji shot me a look, half offended, half amused. "No," he said, holding up a slice like it was a shield. "We eat other things."

"Yeah, right," I smirked, leaning back on the couch. "Like what? Frozen dinners?"

But just as I said it, I heard a voice from the hallway. "That’s literally all you eat," Megumi chimed in, walking in with a slight frown on his face. "His big-head ass can’t cook for shit."

Choso and Yuuji bent over in laughter, and I couldn’t help but chuckle too. Megumi’s dry humor always had a way of cutting through the tension in the room.

"Hey, I cook when I want to!" Toji shot back, still holding his slice like it was a weapon. "I just don’t feel like it. Pizza’s easier, and it’s good."

I watched as Choso wiped away tears from laughing too hard, and Yuuji was practically rolling on the floor. For a moment, I forgot all the weight I had been carrying. It felt good to laugh, even if just for a moment.

Their company, in some twisted way, felt comforting. I wouldn’t have known them if it weren’t for Sukuna, and I couldn’t help but think about how different things could’ve been. If things hadn’t gotten so messy between us, if he hadn’t shut me out, maybe I’d be here with him instead of with his friends.

But life didn’t work like that, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted it to. Sukuna had his demons, and maybe, just maybe, I couldn’t save him from them. I couldn’t fix everything, no matter how much I wanted to. But for now, I could find some comfort in the chaos around me.

Megumi, now sitting across from me, gave me a rare, but genuine smile. "It’s good you’re here," he said quietly. "It’s good to see you laughing."

I nodded, feeling the smile tug at my lips, even though it didn’t reach my eyes. "Yeah, it feels nice."

The room fell into a comfortable silence as we all dug into the pizza, the tension from earlier slowly dissolving. For the first time in days, I didn’t feel so completely lost. Maybe I couldn’t fix everything, but maybe, for now, this was enough. Just being here.

I sat back on the couch, watching Yuuji, Choso, and Megumi argue about their final match in the new Mortal Kombat game. I had to admit, I was better than I thought at it. Every move I made seemed to click, and I could tell it was pissing off Yuuji. He wasn’t used to losing.

Eventually, the boys started groaning, claiming they were too tired or had school the next day. They headed off to bed, leaving me and Toji alone in the living room. The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t easy, either. There was this unspoken understanding that things between me and Sukuna weren’t right anymore, and I was trying to figure out what came next.

Toji sat on the armrest of the couch, watching me closely. "You good?" he asked casually, his tone a little softer than usual.

I nodded, but the heaviness of everything still hung over me. "Yeah, just tired, I guess."

"Want something to drink?" He didn’t wait for my answer and got up, heading to the kitchen. I followed his movements with my eyes, the quiet between us stretching out longer than it probably should have. I should’ve gone to bed, too, but something kept me there.

Toji came back with two beers, tossing me one before sitting back down. He cracked his open, glancing at me. "You’ve been through a lot lately," he said, his voice steady, not forcing me to talk but acknowledging it.

I took a long sip from the bottle, not looking at him. "Yeah, and it feels like it’s never going to stop."

He exhaled through his nose, leaning back against the couch, his eyes scanning the room. "Life has a way of throwing things at you, even when you’re not looking for them."

There was a beat of silence, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me. I didn’t know what he saw in me anymore—whether it was pity, sympathy, or something else entirely—but I didn’t want to deal with it. Not tonight.

"You know," Toji’s voice broke the quiet, "I’ve never been great at comforting people. But if you want to talk, I’m here."

I looked at him then, our eyes locking for a moment before I looked away, feeling my heart skip a beat. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but there was a tension in the air now. Maybe it was the alcohol or the long silence, but my mind was racing, trying to understand what it meant. Why was I still here, talking to Toji like everything was normal?

I swallowed hard, and before I could stop myself, I muttered, "I don’t know what I’m doing, Toji."

His gaze softened, and he placed his beer down, leaning closer to me. "You don’t have to have it figured out right now," he said, his voice low and calm. "You’re allowed to be lost."

I shifted uncomfortably, the closeness between us suddenly feeling too much and yet too little at the same time. My heart pounded, and I could feel the warmth of the alcohol spreading through me, making everything feel hazy.

"Maybe I don’t want to be lost anymore," I said quietly, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Toji’s eyes searched mine, and for a long moment, the world around us seemed to fade. There were no expectations here, no pressure to be someone I wasn’t. Just him, and me, and a quiet understanding that neither of us could explain.

I leaned forward just slightly, just enough for our faces to be inches apart, and his breath hitched. He didn’t back away, though. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, as if waiting for me to make the next move. Maybe it was the exhaustion, or the hurt, or the need to feel something other than emptiness, but I leaned in.

Toji met me halfway, his lips brushing mine gently at first, almost as if testing the waters. But it didn’t take long before the kiss deepened, a rush of heat flooding through me. His hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and I responded without thinking, my body reacting before my mind had time to process what was happening.

It wasn’t anything planned, and it definitely wasn’t the resolution I’d been looking for. But in that moment, with everything feeling like it was falling apart, it felt right. Just for tonight, I could forget about the mess I was in and just feel something else.

When we finally pulled away, I couldn’t help but feel both empty and full at the same time, as if something had shifted, but I wasn’t sure what. Toji didn’t say anything, his hand resting lightly on my waist. The room felt heavier now, and the silence between us seemed to stretch longer, both of us unsure of what to do next.

I wanted to pull away, to say something, but for the first time in a while, I didn’t feel the need to explain myself.

But he’s Sukuna’s best friend.

"I didn’t expect that," Toji muttered, his voice low and rough, as if he, too, wasn’t sure what was happening.

Neither did I, but maybe I didn’t need to expect anything. Not tonight.

The second kiss was different from the first. It was deeper, more urgent, like we were both trying to fill a space that had been left wide open for too long. There was no hesitation this time, no second-guessing. I felt his hand slide up my back, pulling me closer, and I responded, my body pressing into his as if it was exactly where I was supposed to be.

It felt wrong and right at the same time, like a desperate need to forget everything that had been weighing on me. I wanted to shut my mind off, to not think about Sukuna, about the mess I had made, about the consequences of everything that had happened up until this point. For just this moment, I wanted to let go.

Toji’s lips were rough, but they were also gentle in their own way. His hands were sure as they roamed down my back, settling at my waist, guiding me onto his lap. I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t stop him. And in a way, I didn’t want to.

I pulled away just enough to look into his eyes, breathless, trying to gather my thoughts. But I couldn’t make sense of anything anymore. Everything felt like a blur, and maybe that was exactly what I needed.

"Are you sure about this?" Toji’s voice was low, but there was an intensity in it that made me pause. He wasn’t asking in a way that felt like concern—it was more like he was giving me an out, making sure I wasn’t just acting out of impulse.

I didn’t answer him right away. Instead, I leaned in and kissed him again, slowly this time, letting the moment sink in. Whatever had been between us, whatever we were doing now, it didn’t feel like a mistake at that moment. It felt like exactly what I needed.

When we pulled away again, there was a weight between us, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was something unspoken, something that neither of us had to address right away.

“I’m not going to ask you what this means,” Toji said, his fingers tracing lightly over my skin. “But whatever it is, we can just let it be for now.”

I nodded, unable to put into words what was swirling in my head. Maybe I didn’t need to. Maybe I just needed to exist in this moment, in this space, where everything else could fade away for a little while.

Toji’s hand hovered beneath my shirt, the heat of his palm making me feel a little breathless. He looked at me with that same smirk, as if he knew exactly what was going through my mind, as if he could read every thought and desire I had.

"Are you sure about this?" His voice was more teasing now, his fingers lightly brushing the skin of my stomach, sending a shiver through me.

I nodded, but it was more out of instinct than clarity. I wasn’t sure about anything anymore, not really. But right now, in this moment, I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to feel something, anything other than the storm of emotions that had been swirling inside me for so long.

Toji leaned in again, this time kissing me slowly, deeply, his hand sliding further up my back, pulling me even closer to him. My breath hitched as I responded, my hands finding their way to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt like I needed something to hold onto. It felt almost like an escape—an escape from everything I had been running from.

His smirk faded, replaced by something darker, more focused as he pulled me down onto his lap. The tension in his body was palpable, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt like a strange kind of release for both of us.

“You’re sure, huh?” Toji asked again, his tone almost playful, but I could hear the edge in it now. He wasn’t pushing, but he wasn’t holding back either. He was waiting for me, giving me the space to stop him if I wanted to, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

I kissed him again, this time with more urgency, my fingers tugging at his shirt as I pressed myself against him. No words, no hesitations, just the rush of wanting something, anything, that made me feel alive for once.

Toji’s hand finally slid under my shirt, his touch warm against my skin. He didn’t pull away this time. Instead, he continued to trace his fingers along my side, sending shivers through me.

For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel the weight of my past, the guilt, the mess I had made. All that mattered right now was the feeling of his touch, the heat of his body against mine. It was as if, in this moment, everything else had disappeared.

And for once, I allowed myself to forget.

Toji picked me up bodily and carried me to his room, dropping me onto his bed. “Are you sure about this YN

He hovered over me, his body caging me in, his eyes burning into mine with an intensity I hadn't seen in far too long. The air between us was thick with tension. He was giving me one last out, one final chance to back out before things went too far. But I couldn't. I was too far gone, too desperate for his touch, his affection, his love.

"Yes," I breathed out, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck. "I'm sure, Toji. I need this. I need you." My voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried all the weight of the longing and desperation I felt.

His eyes flashed with something primal at my words, his grip on my hips tightening. He lowered his head slowly, giving me a chance to turn away, before capturing my lips in a searing kiss. It was different from the others, harder, more demanding. He was no longer holding back, pouring all his pent-up desire and frustration into the movement of his lips against mine.

His hand slid under my shirt again, but this time, he didn't stop at my side. He moved upwards, cupping the soft swell of my breast, his thumb brushing against the sensitive peak. I gasped into his mouth, arching my back to press myself further into his touch. My body was already responding, my nipples hardening, my core clenching with need.

He broke the kiss suddenly, his breathing heavy as he looked down at me. "You're mine, YN," he growled out, his voice rough and low. "No one else can have you. Only if it’s for tonight." His hand tightened on my breast, his grip almost painful, staking his claim on my body and my heart.

He kissed his way down my body sliding off my pants and my underwear in one go his eyes widen 

"Fuck, Sukuna had all this to himself," he murmured, his voice low and rough with want. His eyes raked over my exposed flesh, taking in every dip and curve, committing it to memory. "Such a fucking waste, all this was wasted on him."

He settled between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them further apart, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. He leaned in, his breath ghosting over my slick folds, making me shiver and clench with anticipation.

"You smell fucking delicious, YN," he growled, his nose pressing against my clothed slit, inhaling deeply. "Sweet, and ripe, and ready."

He looked up at me then, his eyes glinting with a feral light, his canines bared in a dominant smirk. "I'm going to devour this pretty pussy until you're screaming my name, until the whole fucking neighborhood knows who’s fuckin you right now."

I was already so wet and his words made me even more soaked, my juices dripping down onto the sheets below. He hadn't even touched me yet, and I was already aching, already craven with the need to be filled by him.

"Please, toji..." I whimpered

Toji flicked his long, dexterous tongue against my sensitive clit, the sudden stimulation making me jolt and gasp. Before I could catch my breath, he suckled the throbbing bud hard, drawing it into his mouth as he lapped it with his tongue. The intense pleasure bordering on pain made me cry out.

"Fuck!" I screamed, my back arching off the bed, my fingers fisting in his short hair. Electric shocks of bliss raced up my spine, my thighs clamping around his head as I ground myself against his face, desperate for more of that exquisite torture.

He growled against my sex, the vibrations only amplifying the sensations crashing through me. He released my clit with a wet pop, only to immediately delve his tongue deep into my sopping pussy. He fucked into me with the slick muscle, his tongue curling and stroking my inner walls, tasting my essence, my arousal.

"Toji, fuck!" I panted, my hips rolling and gyrating against his tongue. My juices flooded his mouth.. I could feel every inch of his tongue, every flick and thrust, as if he was claiming me for himself..

He licked and sucked and fucked into me until I was a writhing, mewling mess. Until I could feel my climax building, the way he was sucking and licking on me was driving me crazy.but I still couldn’t get Sukuna out of my head.

Toji dropped one of my legs back onto the bed and slipped two fingers deep inside me plunging it deep and curling it upwards to stroke that sensitive spot that made me see stars. 

At the same time, he sucked hard on my clit, his lips sealing around the throbbing bud as he lapped it with his tongue in a slow, deliberate rhythm that was making feel fuckin’ crazed.

"Oh god, Toji!" I screamed, my back bowing off the bed as pleasure exploded behind my eyelids. My inner walls clenched tight around his invading finger, gripping it like a vice as my orgasm crashed over me in waves of pure ecstasy.

He pumped his finger in and out of me in time with the suction on my clit, fucking me hard and fast through my climax. He sucked and fingered me through my climax right into another one.

How is this soo good

He growled against my clit, the heat of his breath made me fuckin shake. He was licking and sucking my clit while my first orgasm ran down his hand, his finger never pausing in its relentless thrusts and curls. He was determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from my body, to make me fall apart completely again.

As the waves of bliss slowly ebbed, I collapsed back onto the bed, my chest heaving. But he showed no signs of stopping, his finger still buried deep inside me, his tongue still stroking and sucking my sensitive clit. I could only whimper and writhe beneath him, my body overstimulated and overwhelmed.

“Toji fuck stop…”

He looked up at me from between my thighs and smirked showing his white teeth and canines. It made him look animalistic

With quick movements Toji practically ripped my top and bra off my body, baring my heaving breasts to his hungry gaze. At the same time, I scrambled to divest him of his clothing, my fingers fumbling with the waistband of his sweats and the hem of his white vest. I needed to feel his skin on mine, needed to see all of him.

As the last of our clothing fell away, my eyes widened in awe as his massive cock sprang free.

 He was huge. Not bigger than Sukuna but HUGE!

The thick shaft pulsing and twitching with his heartbeat. The broad head was already weeping with pre-cum, the musky scent of his arousal filling the air and making my mouth water.

He loomed over me, his broad shoulders blocking out the light as he positioned himself between my spread thighs. The heat of his body seeped into my skin, the hard length of his cock pressing against my slick, swollen folds. He braced one hand by my head, the other gripping my hip, holding me in place as he lined himself up with my entrance.

"Last chance to back out, YN," he said, his voice low and rough with barely restrained desire. His eyes bored into mine, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. "Tell me now if you don't want this, if you don't want me to fill you up, to fuck you."

I could only stare up at him, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short, sharp pants. There was no doubt, no hesitation, only a desperate, all-consuming need. I reached down to spread my legs even wider, opening myself completely to him, inviting him to take me.

*"Please, toji,"

At my breathless plea, toji let out a low, guttural groan, his eyes flashing with primal hunger. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a swift, forceful thrust of his hips, he pushed forward, the thick head of his massive cock stretching my entrance and plunging deep inside me.

"Fuck, YN!" he swore through gritted teeth, his face contorting with the intense sensation of my walls gripping him like a vice. "So fucking tight, so goddamn perfect..." He paused for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size, feeling me flutter and clench around him.

The stretch was intense, bordering on painful as he filled and stretched me out. It felt like he was everywhere, his hard heat pulsing and throbbing against my sensitive walls, reaching so deep. I could feel every ridge, every vein on his thick shaft as it sank deeper and deeper into my core.

He began to move then, his hips rolling and rocking as he worked more and more of his impressive length inside me. Each thrust pushed him a little bit deeper, a little bit harder, until he was fully sheathed inside my body, his heavy balls pressed flush against my ass.

"Fuck, I can't believe this…Fuck!," he panted, his hips starting to move faster, his thrusts growing more powerful. "Without feeling this perfect cunt squeezing my cock, milking it for all its worth.YN. No one else will ever make you feel this good."

I could feel my body responding to his intense, dominant fucking with a fervor I had almost forgotten. With each powerful thrust of his hips, each deep stroke of his thick cock plunging into my core, I could feel myself growing wetter, my arousal coating his shaft and dripping down my legs I can hear the sounds the squelches.

As he fucked into me, the thought flashed through my mind - when was the last time Sukuna and I had made love or even fucked  like this? When was the last time I had felt so desired, so consumed with lust and passion? It had been so long, far too long, that I could barely remember. But in this moment, with Toji claiming me, taking me, fucking me with wild abandon, all those lonely months and years melted away.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," Toji growled, his voice rough and heavy with desire. He could feel my juices flooding his cock, making each thrust slick and smooth and perfect. "I can feel you dripping on my cock, YN. You're fucking drenched. Tell me, when was the last time Sukuna fucked you like this? When was the last time this greedy little pussy was filled and stretched and satisfied?"

He punctuated his question with a particularly hard, deep thrust that made me cry out, back arching off the bed. His hand slid down to press against my lower belly, and I could feel the shape of his cock, so large and hard and perfect, stretching me from the inside.

Toji suddenly slowed his frenzied pace. He pulled back until only the tip of his cock remained inside me, then plunged back in with a deep, deliberate thrust that hit my sweet spot dead on. He set a tortuous rhythm, bringing me to the very brink of climax only to pull back, leaving me feeling crazed.

"Fuck, you're right there, aren't you?" he growled, his voice a low, wicked rumble in his chest. He could feel my body twitching and shaking beneath him, could see my eyes rolling back in bliss as he teased my pussy with hi cock, pushing me to the limits of what I could take. "Gonna fucking come on my cock like a good girl YN. the good girl I know you are?"

I could only whimper and moan in response, my hands fisting in his hair, trying to pull him closer, trying to force him to give me what I needed. But he was too strong, too in control. He set the pace, determined to make me fall apart slowly, savoring every second of my desperation.

"Please..." I gasped out, my voice ragged and broken. "Please, Toji, I need...I need..." I couldn't even form a coherent sentence, too far gone to fucked out. I had never felt so empty, so aching, so fucking desperate to be filled and satisfied.

"Shhhh, patience, YN," he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "I know what you need. I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to make you come so fucking hard, you'll forget your own name. 

With a sudden, rough movement, Toji pulled out of me completely, leaving me feeling empty and aching. He flipped me over onto my hands and knees pulling my hips up, my ass in the air and my face pressed into the mattress. He gripped my hips hard, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he positioned himself behind me.

"Fuck, this view," he growled, his eyes locked onto my ass, my dripping pussy, my body presented and offered to him like a gift. "This perfect fucking view of you, spread open for me, it’s its" he slapped my ass hard, he notched the thick head of his cock against my entrance and thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one hard, deep stroke.

“TOJI TOJI! Ouuu. hngh.”

 He stretched me impossibly wide, my back arching as I pushed my hips back to meet his thrust. He set a brutal pace, pounding into me with forceful, powerful strokes 

“You like taking this dick, don’t you.”

Every time he surged forward, he pulled my hips back to meet his thrust, taking me harder and deeper and faster with almost every other stroke The bed shook and creaked,the headboard slamming against the wall as he fucked into me.

But Sukuna was plaguing my mind AS ALWAYS!

"Toji!" I shrieked, my voice echoing off the walls, my fingers clawing at the sheets as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. "Fuck, yes, just like that! Don't stop, please don't fucking stop!"

'Take this fucking dick, YN,' Toji growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. 'Gonna fill this tight little cunt, make you fucking overflow with my seed.' He punctuated his words with a particularly hard, deep thrust that made me see stars.

I could feel myself creaming on his cock, my juices gushing out and around his pistoning cock, making obscenely wet sounds as he fucked into my dripping hole. The sensation of my arousal flooding out of me only seemed to spur him on, to make him fuck into me even harder and faster.

Suddenly, he flipped me back onto my back, pushing my legs up and back towards my head in a moment of surprising flexibility. I was completely exposed, completely at his mercy, held open and spread wide for his taking.

"Aww fuck, look at you," he groaned, his eyes darkening with lust as he drank in the sight of my glistening folds, swollen and stretched around his thick cock. 'Gonna make this dirty little pussy squirt, gonna fucking drown you in pleasure until you can't take anymore.'

He shifted the angle of his hips slightly, and with each powerful thrust, he grinded against a spot deep inside me that made me scream and convulse beneath him. I could feel my climax building again, even more intense than before, my body coiling tighter and tighter as he brought me closer to the edge.

I could only scream and moan incoherently as Toji relentlessly pounded into me, his thick cock striking that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. My body was no longer my own. I was feeling consumed by him.

He’s Sukuna’s best friend what are you doing YN

"Toji! Oh fuck, yes, just like that!" I practically howled, my voice raw and broken with ecstasy. "D-don't stop, please don't fucking stop! I'm...I'm so close, Toji! Gonna...gonna fucking squirt on your cock, fuck!"

True to his word, I could feel the pressure building to an unbearable level, my walls starting to flutter and clench around his pistoning length. With one final, brutal thrust and grind against that perfect spot deep inside, he sent me hurtling over the edge.

"AAAAHHHH, TOJI!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls as my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. My body convulsed and shook beneath him, my pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice as I came harder than I ever had in my life. I could feel my juices gushing out around him, my arousal splashing obscenely against my thighs and his balls, the sheets everywhere.

He didn't let up, fucking me through my orgasm sending me into another one. The sensation of my walls rippling and squeezing his cock only seemed to drive him wilder, his thrusts growing more erratic and forceful as he chased his own end.

As another orgasm crashed through me, Toji suddenly pushed my legs back even further, folding me nearly in half and lifting my hips and ass completely off the bed. He loomed over me, his muscular form casting a shadow as he fucked into my spasming, dripping cunt.

"Fuck, not wearing a condom," he grunted, his breath coming in harsh pants as he pounded me mercilessly through my climax. "Have to...fuck, have to pull out..." But even as he said it, I could feel him growing even harder inside me, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he neared the edge.

With a final, brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt inside my fluttering heat, he suddenly withdrew, his thick shaft slipping out of my clinging walls with a gush of our combined fluids. Before I could miss the loss, he leaned over me, his hips still poised above mine, and brought the swollen, weeping tip of his cock to my lips.

"Open," he commanded, his voice a low, dominant growl. "Fuck, YN, open your pretty little mouth. I'm gonna, fill you up until your mouth is full and fucking dripping with my cum."

My skin flushed and glistened with sweat. As he brought the tip of his throbbing cock to my mouth, I wrapped my lips around his shaft, my tongue flicking out to lap up the salty-sweet beads of pre-cum that leaked from his slit.

"Fuck yes, take every drop like a good little slut," Toji groaned, his voice strained as he began to thrust shallowly into my mouth, his cock kissing the back of my throat with each pump of his hips. "Gonna feed you everything, fill up this greedy mouth"

He grunted and shuddered, his grip on my thighs tightening as he fucked into my mouth with increasing urgency. I could feel the telltale throbbing and twitching of his shaft, knowing he was on the very brink of his release. His heavy balls, drawn up tight against his body, churned and pulsed as he chased his pleasure.

Then, with one final, hard thrust, he buried himself deep in my throat and let out a roar of ecstasy. Hot, thick streams of his seed erupted from his cock, flooding my mouth and coating my tongue with his essence. Jet after jet of his cum pumped in long, pulsing ropes as he fucked my throat

“Wanna go again” Toji said

I took a deep breath “Why not?”

The next morning, I woke up in Toji's bed half my body draped over his. I checked the time. I'm running late for class. 

I tried to move and Toji pulled me back close asking "You good yn"

I froze for a moment, my heart skipping a beat as Toji’s voice rumbled through the space between us. His arm was wrapped around me, pulling me closer, not letting me get up. I could feel the warmth of his chest pressed against my back, the weight of his body like a reassuring anchor in the chaos of my mind.

"Good?" I repeated the word in my head, as if to make sure I understood it right. What did that even mean? Was I good? Was I okay? I couldn’t help but wonder if I was supposed to be feeling differently about this. About last night.

I sighed softly and glanced over at the clock. Damn, I was late. My classes weren’t going to wait for me, and I had to face the world outside of this moment.

But Toji’s grip tightened slightly, pulling me back to him. "You good, Y/N?" he repeated, his voice softer now, almost like he was waiting for something.

I shifted slightly, trying to ease out of his embrace, but he didn’t let go. I could feel his steady breath against my neck, his presence grounding me even as my mind raced.

"Yeah," I finally murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "I’m fine."

But the truth was, I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure if "fine" was the right word to describe how I felt at that moment. My heart was heavy, tangled up in a mess of emotions. I knew what I’d done, and I knew I couldn’t take it back, but the lingering feeling of last night made it hard to decipher what I really wanted.

Toji kissed my neck lightly, the warmth of his lips sending a jolt of electricity through me. "You sure? You don’t seem like it," he said, his tone teasing but with a hint of concern.

I nodded, trying to shake the fog in my head. "I’m sure. Just… running late." I sat up slowly, carefully extricating myself from his embrace.

Toji didn’t stop me, but he watched me with those sharp eyes of his, his lips curled into a smirk. "If you say so," he muttered. "But if you ever need to talk... you know where to find me."

I felt a strange mix of relief and confusion flood through me. Was he being serious? Or was he just saying what he always said?

I grabbed my things quickly, trying not to linger too long in the room. I didn’t want to face the reality of what happened, but I knew I had to. Life didn’t stop just because I made a mistake, or maybe it wasn’t even a mistake. I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t know anything anymore.

"Thanks, Toji," I said quickly, my voice faltering just slightly before I turned to leave. But before I could step out, I paused, glancing back at him.

"Yeah, you’re right. I’ll see you around."

And with that, I left, the door clicking shut behind me, leaving a strange emptiness in its wake.

Toji's pov.

I rubbed my face, still trying to process what had just happened, but Megumi’s sudden presence in the hallway snapped me out of my thoughts. He was standing there, looking like he was about to lecture me or something. Of course, that’s exactly what he’d do. Megumi had this way of staring at you like he knew every damn thing going on inside your head. It wasn’t annoying — it was just… Megumi.

I raised an eyebrow. "What’s your problem?" I asked, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorframe. I didn’t have time for his bullshit today, but I knew I’d get an earful whether I wanted it or not.

He just stared at me for a few seconds, a deep frown on his face like he was considering something important. Finally, he spoke, and when he did, the words were blunt, as always.

"Are you sure you wanna be fooling around with Y/N? You know Sukuna is a crash out," Megumi said, his voice low but serious.

I blinked.

I wasn’t expecting that. Megumi didn’t usually give two shits about what I did with my life. Hell, he barely said anything about what anyone else was doing. But this? This was different. It was like he actually cared for once. I scoffed, shaking my head before I let out a full belly laugh.

"Sukuna?" I repeated, laughing harder now. "Sukuna is a wreck, but what the hell does that have to do with me and Y/N?"

I couldn’t help it. The situation seemed almost laughable to me. Megumi didn’t know half of what was going on with me, with Y/N, or with Sukuna. Hell, the guy had no idea about half of what was happening around here. But sure, let’s throw him into the mix, right? I was already feeling like an idiot, and now this?

"Listen," I said after catching my breath, straightening up and wiping a tear from my eye, "I’m not trying to fuck around with Y/N just to piss off Sukuna or anyone else. If anything, I know that guy better than you do, and trust me, he’s not gonna give a damn what I do. He doesn’t own her, and he sure as hell doesn’t control me. I don’t know what you’re getting at, but that’s not what this is."

Megumi didn’t budge, his gaze still intense as if he was studying me, like he was trying to figure out if I was lying or telling the truth. Maybe a little bit of both.

"I don’t think you get it, Toji," he said, his voice quieter now. "This isn’t about control. It’s about what happens when Sukuna finds out. You know what he’s like. He’ll snap if he finds out you and Y/N… are involved."

I paused, the weight of his words sinking in for a second. He was right about one thing — Sukuna was a ticking time bomb. I’d seen him go off before. And Y/N… She didn’t deserve that. Not again.

But that didn’t mean I was gonna back off. I’d made my choice, and I wasn’t about to turn around just because Megumi thought it was a bad idea.

"Yeah, I know," I muttered, "but I’ve seen him do worse. It’s not gonna stop me. If I want something, I’ll take it."

I could see the disappointment in Megumi’s eyes, the way he looked at me like I was making a huge mistake. But I didn’t care. I was too far in now. And if it meant I had to deal with Sukuna’s wrath to have what I wanted, then so be it.

I shrugged, pushing past Megumi to head downstairs. "Tell Yuuji to get his ass up and go to school," I called back, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "And Megumi…"

He turned his head toward me, waiting.

"I don’t know what you think you know, but I got this. Just… let it go."

I heard him sigh, but he didn’t argue. He knew, deep down, that I wasn’t going to change my mind. So I went on about my day, the lingering thought of Y/N still fresh in my mind as I went about the motions. I had no idea where this was going, but one thing was certain — I wasn’t backing down

Megumi stopped and turned to me. "You're the guy's best friend....so you know all about his life. I only know what Yuuji tells me. but isn't he like in some psych ward or sum shit. I mean this aint my business but you both have been friends for as long as i've known myself. don't be dumb man..."

I stopped in my tracks as Megumi’s words hit me harder than I expected. He wasn’t wrong about one thing — Sukuna and I had been through it all together. We were tied by more than just blood; we had history, things that made our friendship deeper than just some casual bond. Megumi, though, didn’t know all the shit we’d been through. He wasn’t there for the stuff we used to get up to, for the nights we spent in reckless abandon, or the times we stood by each other when no one else would.

But this… this was different.

“Yeah, I know,” I said, my voice quieter now, trying to brush off the sharpness in his tone. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the weight of his words.

Megumi’s gaze didn’t soften. He stepped closer, looking me dead in the eyes. "Look, I know you’re trying to do the right thing in your own messed-up way. But you’re not just dealing with Y/N here. You’re messing with Sukuna’s head too. You’re not the only one who’s fucked up by all this. He’s in the psych ward, and you’re here with her. This ain’t just about you and her, Toji. This is about how it’s gonna affect everyone around you — including you. Do you really want to deal with the fallout from all this when it blows up in your face?"

I could feel the shift in the air. Megumi wasn’t saying this to get in my face or cause drama. He was genuinely trying to get through to me. It made me pause for a second, but only for a second.

“Don’t worry about me, Megumi,” I said, shrugging it off. “I know exactly what I’m doing. And as for Sukuna… I’ll deal with him when the time comes. But I’m not gonna let him dictate my choices, or Y/N’s for that matter.”

I could see the frustration in his eyes, but he didn’t push any further. Instead, he just shook his head and muttered, “You’ll regret it. You always do.”

I let out a soft breath, turning away from him and heading toward the stairs. I didn’t need to hear that. I’d heard enough regret in my life to last me a lifetime. Right now, it was about making my own decisions — consequences be damned.

But even as I left Megumi standing there, I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, he was right.

Megumi rolled his eyes then strolled downstairs. I sorted out myself for the day, checked my phone. Today was one of those long ass days. Studying for Mechanical Engineering was a nuisance especially having classes cross with Geto and Satoru.

 I head downstairs to see Choso still here and Geto and Gojo. I rolled my eyes asking who let these two in and Choso aren't you supposed to be in class today. “Na.” he murmured  “I have a late class today so i'm leaving in a few to pick up an extra shift at the tattoo shop.”

I raised an eyebrow at Choso's response. "Always the busy one, huh?" I joked, grabbing a cup of coffee to fuel my day. The last thing I needed was more students in my house, especially when it was just another reminder of how fucked up everything was.

Geto and Gojo were lounging on the couch, as usual, their presence filling the room with that mix of smugness and casual indifference. It was honestly impressive how easily they acted like they were in control of every situation, even when they weren’t.

"You’re gonna let those two just barge in here?" I grumbled, nodding toward Geto and Gojo. "Aren’t we supposed to have some boundaries around here, or am I just imagining things?"

Gojo smirked without even looking up from his phone. "Boundaries are for people who actually care," he said flippantly, like he hadn’t just walked through the front door unannounced. "Besides, we brought coffee. That should count for something."

I shot him a look. "Yeah, ‘cause that totally makes up for you and Geto acting like you own the place."

Geto chuckled, leaning back with his arms crossed. "You know we don’t need permission, Toji. You love us being here, even when you don’t admit it."

I shot him a side-eye, not bothering to argue because honestly, I did love having them around, even if their presence made everything feel more chaotic than it already was. We’d been friends too long for me to pretend like they weren’t family at this point.

"Whatever," I muttered, sipping my coffee. "I’m just tryna survive today. Mechanical Engineering is a nightmare and I’m already tired of hearing about your plans to ‘fix’ whatever mess you two are getting into next."

Geto laughed again, giving me that same teasing grin. "Mess? No mess here, Toji. Just plans, big ones. You should join us for the ride. Might get you out of your little rut."

I shot him a look. "Yeah, and end up in more trouble than I’m already in. No thanks."

Choso shook his head, clearly tuning out our usual banter, his eyes fixed on the clock. "Anyway, I gotta head out soon. Work calls. You guys do your thing."

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, giving Choso a lazy wave as he grabbed his bag. He was always hustling, trying to balance school and work. I could respect that.

As Choso heads back inside the house to finish sorting himself out he left just the three of us in the living room. I let out a long sigh, rubbing my face with my hand. It felt like the walls were closing in, a constant reminder that everything was still off, that nothing would be the same. Not with Y/N and Sukuna's situation hanging over me like a cloud.

"So, what's next, Toji?" Gojo asked, his tone light but with a hint of something else underneath. Like he could sense I wasn’t in the mood to talk, but wasn’t gonna let it slide.

I glanced at him, then at Geto. "Next? I don’t know. Maybe try not to burn everything down for once."

Geto shrugged. "I mean, burning shit down is kinda our thing, but fine, we'll let you take the lead today."

Gojo didn’t miss a beat, leaning forward with his usual mischievous smirk. "Come on, Toji, don’t leave me hanging. Was that Y/N’s car? I could’ve sworn I saw her leaving this morning."

I took a long drag from my cigarette, trying to stall. "Maybe," I muttered, not giving him the satisfaction of a full answer.

Geto, who usually wasn’t one to get involved in Gojo’s games, raised an eyebrow. "You know you’re not gonna get out of this one, right?"

I didn’t respond right away. Instead, I exhaled the smoke, letting it hang in the air for a second before finally speaking. "Yeah, it was her. She came by last night."

Gojo leaned back in his chair, looking like he knew more than he was letting on. "I was wondering.She seemed…Please tell me you didn’t Toji"

I tensed, flicking the ash from my cigarette. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Gojo shrugged, looking entirely too calm. "I mean, it’s obvious. She’s been not doing so well and you’re also Sukuna’s best friend or whatever... She’s been more open with you too."

I glared at him, feeling the heat rise in my chest. "Drop it, Gojo."

He held up his hands, a smirk still playing on his lips. "Alright, alright. I was just asking. But I’m not blind. Something’s up."

I didn’t know if it was the weight of everything going on with Sukuna or the lingering feelings I had for Y/N that I was trying to ignore, but I wasn’t in the mood for Gojo’s probing questions. Not now. Not when I couldn’t even figure out what the hell I was doing anymore.

"Anyway," I said, flicking the cigarette to the ground and stomping it out, "I’ve got stuff to handle today. Don’t need you guys breathing down my neck about Y/N."

Geto raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fine. Fine. We’ll let you be. But just know, we’re here if you wanna talk."

I grunted in response, grabbing my jacket as I stood up. "I’m good. I don’t need anyone’s help right now."

As I walked toward the door, I could feel their eyes on me, but I didn’t look back. Whatever was going on with Y/N—whatever I was getting myself tangled in—it wasn’t their problem. It was mine. And I was gonna deal with it... my way.

Geto reached out, his hand stopping me mid-step. “Sit down for a sec. We all gotta talk,” he said, his tone firm.

I sighed, checking the time. I had a few minutes to spare. Tossing Choso my keys, I said, “Take Yuuji and Megs to school, then head to your job.”

Choso raised an eyebrow, glancing around the room before shrugging. “Alright.” He grabbed Yuuji by the ear, ignoring his loud, pointless laughter, and dragged him out. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving the rest of us in tense silence.

Geto lit up a joint, the sharp scent filling the room. I frowned. “It’s a bit early for that, don’t you think?”

He laughed, blowing out a slow stream of smoke. “So, you know we’re gonna have to tell Sukuna about this, right?”

I stiffened, my jaw tightening.

“I mean,” Geto continued, his voice casual but pointed, “in his own fucked-up way, he loves Y/N.”

I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “Not as much as he loves drugs.”

Gojo, leaning lazily against the wall, straightened up. “That’s low, man. Even for you,” he said, giving me a pointed look. Then, with a shrug, he added, “But I digress. I don’t wanna be all up in you guys’ business, but you really fucked Y/N?.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I shot back, my tone sharp.

Gojo pulled out his phone, his grin infuriating. “Oh, you don’t?” He snapped a quick picture and turned the screen toward me. My stomach sank as I stared at the image—my neck, littered with hickeys, evidence I couldn’t deny.

“You’re his best friend, man,” Gojo said, his voice softer now but no less serious. “He’s gonna feel betrayed.”

I stared at the hickies on my neck, my stomach twisting into knots. I hadn’t realized I had marked myself so obviously. It was a stupid mistake, one that now seemed glaringly stupid with Gojo throwing it in my face.

I clenched my fists, trying to keep my cool. “It’s not like that,” I muttered, though I wasn’t sure if I believed it myself.

Geto exhaled a puff of smoke, watching me closely. "You know this isn’t something you can sweep under the rug, right? It’s gonna hit Sukuna hard. And Y/N... She’s not as unaffected as you think. You both fucked up, but it’s not just about the two of you. It's about what it means for everyone around."

I didn't say anything at first. The tension was thick, and I could practically feel the weight of their gazes on me. My mind was already running a mile a minute, trying to figure out how I was gonna get out of this mess I’d made.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” I said quietly, rubbing the back of my neck, the guilt creeping in. "It’s just... I don’t know anymore. I just needed to feel something that didn’t hurt."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Does Y/N know that? Or are you just using her to fill a void? ‘Cause from what I can see, she’s not a damn placeholder, Toji. You might wanna be real with her before things get worse."

Geto nodded in agreement. "You know we’re not gonna let you off the hook. You might not care, but Y/N’s not the one who should be caught in the crossfire of your mess."

I ran a hand through my hair, looking out the window for a moment. I could hear the distant sounds of traffic, but it was almost like they were fading into the background. "I fucked up. I know that. But I’m not gonna drag her down with me. I’m not. I just—shit, I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I’m not gonna be the one to break her heart."

I felt a tightness in my chest, realizing just how tangled up I was in this whole situation. If I had stayed away from her, none of this would’ve happened. If I had just respected the boundaries we had before, I wouldn’t be sitting here now, caught between guilt and a mess of my own making.

"You better figure it out, Toji," Gojo said, his voice surprisingly serious. "Sukuna's not gonna take this lightly. You gotta make a choice. Either you fix this, or you make it worse."

I nodded, though it didn’t feel like enough. There was no easy fix here. There was no going back. But I couldn’t walk away, not from Y/N, not from any of this.

As I looked back at them, the weight of the conversation finally hitting me, I realized that the hardest part was just beginning.

I took the joint from Geto, inhaling deeply before letting the smoke swirl out of my mouth. The room was quiet for a bit, the tension thick but manageable. I sat there, trying not to think too hard, just letting the haze settle over me.

Gojo, who’d been staring off into space, suddenly perked up, his eyes widening. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered.

I frowned, annoyed already. “What’s your problem?”

He turned to me, dead serious. “Did you wrap it up?”

My stomach dropped. I blinked, my mind racing, and then it hit me. I hadn’t.

Gojo sighed, dragging a hand down his face like this was his problem to solve. “Didn’t she fuck Sukuna some weeks ago maybe more idk ?” he asked, his voice low, almost thoughtful.

I froze, staring at him as the implications of his words settled in.

Gojo shrugged, leaning back and taking the joint from my hand. “I doubt she’s… Anyway, Good luck, man.”

And then he laughed, a lazy, careless sound, before taking a long pull from the joint. Smoke curled from his lips as he glanced at me, his grin sharper than it had any right to be.

I froze for a moment, my heart skipping a beat. My mind raced as Gojo’s words hit me like a punch to the gut. Did you wrap it up? Fuck. No. I didn’t even think about it in the heat of the moment, and now I was spiraling, the reality of it all crashing down on me.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair. "This just keeps getting worse."

Geto exhaled another cloud of smoke, eyeing me with a mix of sympathy and something close to amusement. "You’re really in the deep end now, huh?"

I didn’t answer him right away. My thoughts were still circling back to Gojo’s question. Y/N and Sukuna... that whole mess. I didn't know what she had been doing with him, but if she’d been with him so recently, what did that mean for us? Was this just some kind of rebound for her? Was I just a stopgap?

Gojo was grinning, clearly enjoying watching me unravel. “I’m not saying it’s all bad, man. But if she’s been with Sukuna—well, good luck to you. That guy’s a wrecking ball.”

"Shut up," I snapped, not really in the mood for Gojo’s careless commentary. "You think I don’t know that?"

But the damage was done. I could feel the pit in my stomach grow deeper. Y/N wasn’t just some girl I hooked up with. Hell, I hadn’t even planned for this, not at all. But what did it mean for her, for me, for Sukuna? I didn’t know anymore. There were so many layers of complication wrapped up in this.

I leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling for a few long moments, trying to steady my breathing. “I gotta talk to her. I gotta fix this,” I muttered more to myself than to anyone else.

“Good luck with that,” Gojo said, grinning like an asshole but still somehow offering an ounce of encouragement. “You’ve got a lot to work through, man. But hey, you’re good at dealing with messes, right?”

I didn’t answer him. I didn’t have anything to say to that.

Instead, I pushed myself off the couch, my mind already racing with how to approach this whole fucked-up situation. First, I had to figure out what Y/N really wanted—and what the hell I even wanted from all this. It wasn’t going to be easy, but I knew I didn’t have much of a choice anymore.

“Yeah,” I said, mostly to myself, trying to convince myself as much as anyone else. “I’ll figure it out.”

But deep down, I wasn’t so sure anymore.

Gojo continued "Are you really that dumb man. You know how Sukuna's feel about yn break up or not man.."

I clenched my jaw, trying not to let Gojo’s words get to me. But they did, more than I wanted to admit. You know how Sukuna feels about Y/N, break up or not...

I exhaled sharply, my thoughts colliding. The whole situation with Y/N, with Sukuna... it was more complicated than I had ever expected it to be. I could already feel the weight of it bearing down on me.

"I get it, okay?" I shot back, my voice low, but laced with frustration. "I know how Sukuna feels about her. Hell, I was there for some of that mess, wasn’t I?"

Gojo gave me a look, his usual smirk gone, replaced with a rare moment of seriousness. "Then you know better than anyone that this isn’t just some casual hookup, Toji. Sukuna’s not someone you mess with lightly. And he’s not exactly the forgiving type. You know how his mind works."

I ran a hand through my hair again, the tension in my shoulders building. "I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want this to happen," I muttered, mostly to myself, though I knew Gojo could hear me.

"You don’t get it, do you?" Gojo leaned forward, tapping the side of his head. "It’s not about what you want or what you don't want. It’s about what’s happened. You messed with Y/N, knowing what kind of mess she’s been dealing with. And now you’ve gonna have Sukuna on your tail. That’s gonna be a whole lot of trouble."

I looked away, frustration bubbling up again. I didn’t need Gojo to remind me. It was like he was rubbing it in, as if I hadn’t been beating myself up over it already. But damn it, he was right. I knew exactly how Sukuna was when he got possessive. And right now, he wasn’t the one I had to worry about.

"It’s not just about Sukuna either," I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. "It’s about what the hell this means for Y/N. What does she want? Does she even want me, or is this some fucked-up rebound thing with me and her?"

Geto exhaled a long drag from the joint and gave me a look that said everything without words. "You think you’re the first one to get caught up in her chaos?" He raised an eyebrow, taking another hit. "Sukuna is definitely gonna be more messed up over her. You might want to think long and hard about what you're doing."

I didn’t have a response. The truth of the situation hit me harder than I wanted it to. Y/N had always been the kind of person who kept everyone on their toes. She’d been through enough, and maybe I was just another complication she didn’t need.

But now, after everything that had happened, I couldn’t help but feel like I was deeper than I’d ever intended to be. And whether I wanted it or not, things were about to get a hell of a lot messier.