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TITLE: Start SUMMARY: The start of Teo and Kim Taehui’s love story. WORD COUNT: 3.5k GENRE: fluff! PAIRING: Teo x Kim Taehui  WARNINGS: none! other than it being poorly edited. A/N: Please find Kim Taehui and the other Neostar Entertainment artists mentioned at @neostar-entertainment! Thank you David for proof reading + editing and making this collaboration so fun :(( !! 

“Ugh, mine tastes weird.” Taehui made a face, recoiling himself at the taste of his coffee. He offered the straw to Teo, who sat next to him stiffly. Teo just gave a short shake of his head. He wasn’t sure if he could stomach anything right now. 

Taehui gave the other man a questioning look. Teo rarely declined Taehui’s coffee offers. “Injung, what’s up?”  Injung gave a little huff. If you told him a month ago that he’d be on a first-name basis with one of his favorite singers, Teo would have laughed in your face. Now he was sitting in Taehui’s home, watching as the artists of Neostar Entertainment conversed among themselves while they waited for Taehui to present his album. 

Injung was used to having his work be put in the hot seat, but he didn’t know what kind of reactions the artists of Neostar would have. Would they be blunt about their opinions? Sugar coat their reactions? Sit with a poker face? 

“I just... Don’t know what to expect. That’s all.” Injung said, rolling up the cuffs of his button down shirt anxiously. Taehui hummed in understanding.  “Don’t worry too much. The kids are all softies.” The CEO grinned fondly. “And I think the album will be a pleasant surprise for them.” 

Injung gave a short chuckle, remembering the day that Hak Bonghwa called him to his office for a 'pleasant surprise' that ended up changing his life. 

Teo can still remember how hard his hands shook, causing his coffee to teeter over the lip of the cup as he sat across from his boss. Hak Bonghwa was reasonable for the most part, but Teo never really knew when it came to the older man. To Injung, a pleasant surprise would be getting an Edible Arrangement. To Bonghwa, a pleasant surprise could be military enlistment with a friend of his choosing.

"I have some exciting news." Hak Bonghwa had said, a proud smile on his face. "You've been requested." 

Injung arched his eyebrow at the vague explanation. 

"Requested for what? A birthday party? A wedding?" Teo wondered.

Hak Bonghwa chuckled. "Not quite." He crossed one of his legs over the other in a dignified way. "Kim Taehui from Neostar Entertainment is looking for new writers on his upcoming album... He requested you to be one of them." 

Injung's brain melted. Kim Taehui, one of his favorite musical artists, wanted him to write for his album? Kim Taehui knew who he was? The concept was mind boggling. Teo placed his coffee cup down before he dropped it in shock. 

"Wait, hold on... Let me get this straight." Injung licked his lower lip and stretched his hands out in front of him, ready to animate his thoughts. "Kim Taehui contacted you? Did you respond?" 

"Oh, yes, right away." Hak Bonghwa nodded importantly. "I told him you'd be delighted. You're scheduled for a meeting tomorrow at one at Neostar Entertainment's building." 

"You-" Injung thought he was going to pass out from all the information he was being given. "You said yes? Before asking me?"

Hak Bonghwa frowned, giving Injung a pointed look. "This is good for you, Injung. You need to start thinking of your future. You're too talented to not pursue lyric writing after you retire. Being credited for songs other than your own makes you look more professional."

Injung opened his mouth to argue that he wasn't sure if his abilities were good enough for Kim Taehui, but Hak Bonghwa cut him off.

"Just be ready for tomorrow. I'd bring sample writing if I was you, just to give an example of what you can do. And wear blue. Blue is your color." Hak Bonghwa smiled. 

Teo drummed his fingers on the outside of the bag sitting on his lap. The Neostar Entertainment building was really nice and clean, with it’s sleek white walls and high ceilings. The receptionist at the front desk seemed pleased to meet him too. She even shook his hand. Injung wasn't sure if Seongja, the elderly woman who worked as HBH's receptionist, ever shook anyone's hand. This place was so different from HBH Entertainment, and maybe that’s why Teo was so nervous. He felt out of place already, like he wasn’t supposed to be in here, despite the visitors badge pinned to his blue sweater. 

"Park Injung?" A smooth voice bounced off the sleek walls. Teo sat upright, his brain kicking into high gear as he realized who addressed him. 

Standing tall in a crisp suit was Kim Taehui. A kind smile painted on the man's face as he extended his hand. Teo's brain was a few seconds behind, trying to comprehend his current reality. 

Teo rose hastily to bow, accidentally knocking his bag over in the process. Hundreds of papers flew out from folders, scattering across the pristine lobby floor. Teo’s cheeks burned in mortification. So much for making a good impression. 

"I'm sorry!" Injung apologized quickly, scurrying to pick up his work. He shook his head at the floor, forcing out a mirthless chuckle. "I brought samples of writing for you to look at..."

Teo looked up from his mess to see, in horror, that Taehui was reading one of his notes carefully. A small smile curled up on the CEO's lips as his eyes scanned further and further down the page. 

Taehui held up the paper with a smile. "If this is just a sample, I might have to raise your pay." The CEO chuckled before angling his head towards the elevators. "Let's get started, shall we?" 

Injung thought his hand was going to fall off. For the past four hours, he's been slaving over this one song for Taehui. He dropped his pen and took a wary glance at the clock on his desk. It was nearing four in the morning. Thank God Triptych was on hiatus, otherwise he'd have to get up in three hours for practice, and this piece wasn't even finished. 

If it was a Triptych song, he would have gone to bed hours ago. If it wasn't completed, he knew he could rely on other members the next morning to help him work out the kinks. But for this song, he wanted it to be absolutely perfect. 

At one in the morning, Teo had convinced himself that he was working this hard because it was for another person, and he wanted to create something that would satisfy them.

At three in the morning, Teo reasoned that it was because he was writing for Kim Taehui, and that's why it was justifiable to skip on a few hours of sleep. 

Now, at four, Teo realized just why he was breaking his back over Taehui.

He wanted recognition. Kim Taehui was someone Teo looked up to, and after spending the day with him that afternoon, Injung only developed a deeper idolization of the CEO. Everything Taehui did was admirable. From the way he casually interacted with his artists to the way he put so much work into running a business that was true to his values. Taehui was caring, funny, and ambitious. Teo wasn't sure he'd ever met someone so lovely in his life. And that's why he wanted Taehui to approve of him. He wanted the seal of approval from someone lovely.

With the thought of Taehui in mind, Teo finished the song at around six in the morning. Once he placed the pen down for the last time, exhaustion fell over him. He was crawling into bed just as he heard Van's alarm go off from next door. Even with Van's clunking around, Teo had no problem drifting off into a deep sleep.

It felt like only moments had passed when Teo was being shaken awake. Teo blinked the sleep out of his eyes to see Van leaning over him. 

"Injung, it's noon." Van said feverently.

"So?" Injung asked in a groggy groan, his brain still fuzzy from his sleep.

"You have a meeting at Neostar in thirty." Van reminded him. 

Teo's body felt like it had been dunked in cold water. He sat up quickly, instantly reaching for his phone. Sure enough, it was 12:02 pm. He already should have left for Neostar Entertainment. He was going to be late.

Teo flung himself out of bed, pulling on a sweater over the clothes he wore and slept in the night before. He was moving so fast that Van only had time to stuff a granola bar in his back pocket before he flew out the door.

He arrived at Neostar at 12:40pm, ten minutes late. Teo was panting heavily when Taehui opened his office door. Taehui looked Teo up and down in concern.

"Everything okay, Injung?" 

"Just..." Teo took a deep inhale, trying to steady out his own breathing. "Just got here... Sorry... Running... Running late." 

Taehui nodded in understanding. He gestured with his hands for Teo to relax. "No worries," The CEO stepped aside. "Come in." 

Injung sat at one of the couches in the office, placing his overstuffed folders and notes on the coffee table for Taehui to see. Now that he caught his breath, excitement for Taehui's reaction was setting in. He couldn't wait for the older man to read what he had come up with last night. 

"I worked on this all night!" Injung exclaimed, opening one of the folders to show a finished lyric write up. He shook his head in amazement at himself as he organized his papers. “Injung,” Taehui furrowed his eyebrows at the statement.   “Okay, maybe not all night. But I must have worked like, nearly eight hours on these." Injung shrugged, pulling out some of his lyrics excitedly. “I think you'll like them though.” 

"Injung," Taehui said softly, sitting across from the idol. Teo looked up, a smile still on his face, anticipating any praise that might come out of Taehui’s mouth next.

"You can't do this anymore, okay?" Taehui said seriously. "I appreciate the hard work, but losing sleep over some songs..." 

"Well, I don't mind." Injung shook his head, trying to change the course that this conversation had taken. He didn’t mean to raise any concern. "It only took so long because I was having trouble with the beats.” 

"Yeah but... We have other lyricists on the team who could have filled in the blanks for you." Taehui reminded him gently. Teo's expression faltered, embarrassment falling over him. How could he forget that Taehui had a whole team of writers backing him? Teo got so caught up in the excitement of this project that he forgot that it wasn't just something exclusively for Taehui and him to work on. 

"Oh. Right." Teo blushed. "Yeah, that's... that's what writers do, right?" 

"Right." Taehui affirmed. He looked at all the papers in front of him, running his fingertips over the handwritten lyrics. "How about you leave these here and go back home? Get some sleep." 

Injung's heart dropped like he'd been insulted. He had been looking forward to coming to Neostar since he left yesterday. He couldn't just turn around and leave now. Plus, Taehui’s presence was magnetic. He wanted to spend just a little bit more time with him. 

"I want to stay." Injung said stubbornly. 

"That's really not necessary." Taehui shook his head. 

"After all I've done, I don't want to just be turned away." Injung stood his ground. "How do I know you won't just throw my papers out once I leave?" 

Taehui furrowed his eyebrows at the younger idol, a crease forming between them. "I'd never do that." 

Teo leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "These songs are my babies. At least let me stay to see you record the demos." 

Taehui lost the argument. The two of them claimed a recording booth and got to work. Teo's energy only lasted through the demo recording. Once Taehui and he started working on the composition of the song, the vocalist finally hit the wall. 

Injung's eyes started to involuntarily get heavier and heavier. He rubbed his eyes impatiently as a loud yawn forced itself from his chest. Injung tried to cover it up by angling his head downward towards the desk, pretending to focus on the notes he had written down during the recording.

"Hey," Taehui dipped his head to catch Injung's eyes. "Are you tired?" 

"No." 

"Don't lie to me," Taehui smirked. "Your eyes are bloodshot." 

"Yeah, well..." Teo's argument faded as he rubbed at one of his eyes irritably. 

"Go sleep on the couch." Taehui suggested, nodding his head towards the couch pressed against the wall behind them.

Injung arched his eyebrows at Taehui. "I don't need a nap." 

"God, you're stubborn." Taehui shook his head, a small smile on his face. He turned his attention back to his production software. "Fine. I guess I'll just have to ask you to leave the building, then." 

"You can't do that." Injung spluttered.

"Oh, yes I can." Taehui chortled. "I own this building. I can kick whoever I want out.” 

"So, what? My options are take a nap on the couch that all your artists have sat on or be sent home?" Teo asked, his eyebrow arched in disbelief. 

"The choice is yours." Taehui shrugged, his back still to Teo as he focused on clipping audio and layering his demo track.

Teo shook his head in amazement. He pushed his chair back and made his way to the couch, flopping down on the leather cushions. 

"That's what I thought." Taehui teased, finally turning around in his seat to look at Teo. Something in Teo's chest bubbled, a smile forming on Injung's face.

"Shush." He responded, turning away from the CEO to face the back cushions. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in his chest whenever he heard Taehui hum along to the melody of their song. 

Teo was brought back to the present when Taehui suddenly stood from his seat on the couch. He clapped his hands together, getting the attention of his artists. Silence fell over the group of idols, all attention on Taehui. 

“I think it’s time we start the first listen of my newest album-”  A polite applause broke out among the artists with a few wolf whistles. Teo laughed and clapped along, including himself in the praise for the CEO. Taehui smiled appreciatively before continuing. 

“This album has been my most exciting project. I am so honored to have worked along side some of the best producers,” Taehui gestured to the group of older colleagues by the minibar, who raised their glasses in appreciation.  “Composers,” Taehui continued, gesturing to another group of people towards the back of the room, who gave a polite wave.  “And writers.” Taehui focused his attention on Teo. Injung felt his heart do flips as Taehui gave him the biggest smile before giving a subtle wink. 

“Without them, this album wouldn’t be anything worth sharing with you all. Now, please enjoy.” Taehui gave a short and polite bow before pulling a sleek remote out of his pocket. Through the speakers situated around the room, the first chords of the title track sang out. The artists all gathered in clumps, enjoying their food and talking in low tones so they could give the album a close listen.

“Hey,” A voice whispered. Teo looked over his shoulder. Yeonjin of Empyrean Moon had his arms placed on the back of the sofa Teo was sitting on, a huge smile stretched across his face. A hand extended to Teo.  “I’m Yeonjin. Nice to meet you.” Yeonjin said boldly, shaking the elder’s hand excitedly. “Big fan of your work.”

“Oh, thank you.” Teo accepted the compliment, a smile tugging at his lips. “I have a question for you.” Yeonjin asked, glancing quickly over his shoulder. Next to the fondue fountain was a group of boys, all looking over with a mixture of anxiety and amusement. Teo recognized them as the rest of Empyrean Moon. The singer could feel his nerves rising. What was Yeonjin about to ask him, exactly? 

“What’s between you and our CEO? Are you guys like, a thing?” Yeonjin asked with a head tilt. The question sounded so innocent and genuine, but Teo couldn’t help but feel defensive.  “What?” He asked. “No. The CEO and I are just good colleagues.” 

“Hm.” Yeonjin seemed unimpressed by the response. The younger’s eyes flickered up. Teo followed his gaze to see Taehui, sipping on golden champagne while making small talk with a guest. Taehui’s eyes fluttered over to where Teo and Yeonjin were, a small smirk quirking on his lips before giving Teo a second wink. Then his gaze returned to the guest he was supposed to be talking to, but even Teo could tell that Taehui was feigning interest. 

“Imagine getting two winks in one night.” Yeonjin said, almost wistfully. “Must feel nice being the center of Kim Taehui’s attention.”  Teo furrowed his eyebrows at the younger boy, not understanding. “Don’t make things up. There’s nothing going on between me and Taehui. We’re strictly business partners.”

Yeonjin looked like he wanted to say more, but instead he shook his head. “Okay. Fine. Sorry for making you uncomfortable.” He looked over his shoulder at his friends, who were now dipping various snacks into the fondue machine with childlike interest. 

“Do you think you’ll be doing more business with Neostar in the future?” Yeonjin asked, his expression looking almost pleading. 

“Maybe. You’ll have to ask your CEO for that.” Injung said, bringing his cup to his lips. 

“I will. You’re really gifted and cool. I don’t want Taehui hogging all your talent.” Yeonjin said sweetly. “Plus, I’ve gotten used to seeing you in the Neostar cafeteria. I’ll miss you if you’re gone for too long.” 

Teo wasn’t sure how to respond to that sentimental confession, but thankfully he didn’t have to. Haeju, a member of Honey Moon, was waving her hands to get people’s attention over the music.

“I put the jello shots out, if anyone wants some!” She whisper-yelled. A swarm of Neostar artists flooded to the dining room, including the Empyrean members. 

“Gotta go.” Yeonjin said hurriedly. “Nice talking to you, Mr. Teo. I’ll see you!” 

Teo watched as he meshed in with the crowd, eventually disappearing from sight. 

The party ended on a slightly rowdier note than Teo was expecting for a first listen party. After the last song played, Taehui gave one last speech to his now-drunken artists, thanking Teo once again. Then the artists started filtering out in groups. Before long, it was only Teo and Taehui left over. 

Teo made himself useful and helped clean up the mess, despite Taehui insisting that he shouldn’t. The apartment turned into a party zone, every surface of the place littered with plastic cups of half-empty drinks. It didn’t feel right leaving Taehui to clean up the mess on the night of his own listening party. 

The two worked in silence, picking up discarded trays and plates and bringing them to the kitchen. Teo wanted to say something, but his conversation with Yeonjin was still replaying in his head, hours later. What made Yeonjin, and the rest of Empyrean Moon, think that Teo was the center of Taehui’s attention? Was there something there that Teo hadn’t noticed? His reevaluation of everything Taehui has said to him over the past month fueled his silent cleaning, taking his confusion out on the dirty hors d'oeuvres plate with a sponge. 

“I think this was a success,” Taehui said with a chuckle, entering the kitchen and sliding next to Teo by the sink. “Everyone seemed to like our album.”  Teo gave Taehui a small smile. “I think you mean your album.”  “Right.” Taehui let out a small laugh, reaching for his own sponge.

The two worked in silence for a moment. Teo bit his lip before sharing the moment that defined his night.

“Yeonjin said he wants me to do more business with Neostar.” Teo shared, giving Taehui a sideways glance. When Taehui’s eyes met his, he looked back down to his soapy hands in embarrassment. “He said he’d miss seeing me in the Neostar cafeteria.” 

Taehui chuckled, turning the faucet on to clean off his plate. “That’s a very Yeonjin thing to say.” He said fondly. “But I’d miss you too.” 

Teo looked back up at Taehui, this time not breaking eye contact. Taehui hesitated before continuing.

“I know that the album is finished now,” Taehui said. “And that means I’ll probably be seeing less and less of you from now on, but I want to keep in touch.” 

Injung felt a smile tug at his lips, his stomach doing excited somersaults. “I do too.”

“Wanna get some coffee next week?” Taehui asked.

Teo narrowed his eyes playfully. “This sounds like a date.”  “It can be, if you want it to?” Taehui said, sounding a little nervous.

Teo felt his heart stutter. It wasn’t until Taehui said it out loud that Teo finally realized exactly what he wanted from Taehui. It wasn’t recognition, it wasn’t approval. It was him. He just wanted Kim Taehui and all the loveliness he had.

“Yeah. I want it to be.” Injung confirmed.

“Great.” Taehui smiled more confidently, nodding his head. “A date it is.” 

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A Father’s Love - Chapter Eight

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Genre: Angst, fluff, smut.

Genre of this part: Fluff, angst.

Word Count: 2.3k.

Summary: Single father, Namjoon, struggles to keep his idol life and his private life separate. When he meets you, everything changes.

Warnings: None.

The kisses he gave you were wet and sloppy, and when he moved his lips all around your face, he accidentally dragged both your tears with him, adding an extra layer of moisture to your face. In between his sobbing, he mumbled multiple "I'm sorry"'s to you, which you repeated.

"I should have been more understanding." You breathed. "I should have listened to you and helped you through it. I'm sorry."

"No, I'm the one in the wrong." He protested. "I should have been honest with you from the start. I'm so sorry."

He didn't let you go. He didn't want to. He was too frightened you'd run away from him again. Instead, he pulled away so he could look into your red, puffy eyes and laugh at the way your face was. No doubt he looked just as bad as you. No, worse. He always thought he looked worse than you. Everyone looked worse than you. Angels couldn't be beaten in his eyes.

"Fuck sake!" Jin's frustrated voice fog-horned from behind- "Kim Namjoon, that was my favourite mug!"

Namjoon raised his voice but didn't stop looking at you. "We're trying to have a fucking moment here, hyung! You had to spoil it."

"I'm gonna spoil your face, you ungrateful swine! My cousin bought me that!"

"Why's Jin-hyung having a meltdown in the kitchen?" Jungkook's voice came from his bedroom door which was behind you. "What's he burnt this time?"

"You punk!" Jin argued. "I never burn anything! I think you'll find that's what Yoongi does."

"I wouldn't let him hear you say that, hyung. He'll make sure to spit in your steak." Jungkook's eyes travelled down to you and he flashed his bright bunny smile. Jungkook was never one to hide his happiness. "Nuna! Aren't you a sight for Namjoonie-hyung's sore eyes?"

Namjoon took his gaze off you and turned it to his dongsaeng who was seriously acting out. "I will fuck you up, Jeon Jungkook, don't test me."

Jungkook feigned his shock. "Hyung, you speak to your kid like that?"

"You'll go in the naughty corner where we send Haneul if you keep this up." You teased.

He laughed. "I think if I don't leave now I might end up six feet under." Jungkook started to make his way towards the hyeon gwan, but stopped at the corner for his final say. "Enjoy the make-up sex, hyung."

"Excuse me, sweetheart." Namjoon placed a kiss on your nose before getting up off his feet and running towards the maknae, who, at this point, had grabbed his shoes and was already out the front door with Namjoon giving up at the end of the corridor.

You hadn't laughed this hard in a good while. In fact, it had been about two weeks since you'd laughed like this. You'd technically not even been split up for 24-hours, but it had been a stressful month at work. It was nice to see everyone in high spirits and acting like the idiots you knew and loved.

Jin had left the two of you to it, to sit there with a glass of wine (despite it being early in the morning, you'd needed it) and a conversation that was a day late. You sat and talked about everything, patiently listening and waiting your turn to express your feelings, and trying your hardest to understand Namjoon's feelings. He did the same, and made an obvious effort to do so, too. He never took you for granted, but the way he held your hand told you that he definitely didn't in that moment. He'd lost you once, he wasn't prepared to lose you again.

But there was another matter that needed to be discussed, something way more serious than whether or not you and Namjoon got back together. Haneul. Namjoon had received a phone call from the office at his son's playgroup because there were people crawling all over the grounds when they shouldn't have been there, just to catch a glimpse of the four-year-old boy who called Namjoon "daddy". The only pictures printed of him were the ones that Minji had of him before she ran off to Busan. Namjoon was surprised that she even kept those, to be honest. "I thought she might have burned them in some kind of cleansing ritual." He told you bitterly. You heard the hatred dripping from his voice as you were both in the car on the way to pick him up. Park Injung was sat in the front seat next to Yongsik, on his phone and texting people. Injung was the head of Big Hit's PR team, and he was to become your best friend for the next month or so of your life as it was his job to bring back the harmony you and your family once had before Minji came and destroyed everything.

"I don't want his face shown." Namjoon stated from the back seat. "Purely because the camera flashes will hurt his little eyes and I can't stand that."

"That's fine," you said, "we can pull a Michael Jackson and put a sheet over his face or something." Namjoon looked at you with a quizzical expression on his face. "What? When Michael Jackson Simba'd Blanket over the balcony, he'd covered his face with a tissue to protect his identity. The kids grew up wearing masks in public places when they were with him so that the public wouldn't know who they were, and had a somewhat normal childhood. As normal as it can be when your father's Michael Jackson."

"I have no idea what you just said to me."

"I like that idea." Injung told you from the front seat.

"He gets it." You teased. "I'm just saying, if you want to protect his identity, we can look at how other famous parents did it and learn from their mistakes." You looked up from your own phone to see Namjoon staring at you, a his quizzical look softening to a gentle stare. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You said 'we'." He replied. He was kind of smug about his answer, and if it wasn't for the sweetness in his eyes, you'd think he was teasing you. "'We' can look at how parents did it."

"Now's not the time to get all soft on me, Namjoon. We have to focus on how we're going to protect our son!"

Namjoon laughed. "Well, as far as I'm concerned, it's only his eyes I want to protect."

Injung turned to look at the pair of you. "You're also going to have to give a counter interview to someone so you can get your point across."

Namjoon whined. "Injung-hyung!"

"Don't whine at me! This has to be done. The press won't accept just an explanation video on the Internet. And neither will Bang PD-nim for that matter. This is your first proper scandal, so to speak. It needs to be held with dignity and right now, that's an interview."

You voiced your concerns. "Does that mean we're going to have to give them a picture of Haneul now?"

"It means you might even end up making a video with him depending on the publication. I'm reaching out to a few magazines and outlets as we speak, we'll see which ones reply."

Namjoon rolled his eyes. "That'll be all of them, then. How many interviews do we have to do?"

"Just one."

"Thank God."

"But we're also going to need quotes for a press release."

"Fuck sake!"

Injung was getting very annoyed with Namjoon's protests. "Well maybe stop knocking up women who only want you for your fame, then you won't be in this mess."

There was an awkward silence in the car for a little while before you decided to speak again. You'd had a light-bulb moment, a revelation. "Yongsik," you began, "when we've picked up the little dude, can you take us to my studio? I have an idea."

"Of course, ma'am." Yongsik replied.

"What are you planning?" Namjoon asked, suspicion evident in his voice.

You just smirked and sat back in your seat. "You'll see."

You all did everything you could to protect Haneul's eyes and ears from the bright flashes and loud screams of the fans who decided that showing up to a four-year-old's playgroup was the best idea in the world. And, when you got in the car, Haneul just sight and snuggled into your side, seemingly unaffected by the chaos that just ensued.

When you got into your studio, you took your coat off, rolled up your sleeves and began work. You pulled out your favourite red chair from the centre of the stage, rolled up the previous backdrop and looked at Namjoon and Haneul. You thought for a moment of the colour you was going to choose, before settling on a pastel yellow, wooden panel background. You went into your supply cupboard and threw a white, fluffy rug and two, large, pastel pink beanbags into the centre, before framing the picture with two, large bouquets of light pink flowers. You instructed Namjoon to sit on the one beanbag, while you looked at your camera. Perfect. You'd fixed Namjoon's hat hair, and straightened his clothes and posture, before turning your attention to Haneul, getting him to sit cross legged on the floor in front of the two beanbags, and rest his head in his tiny hands. You were going to have the best position of all. You pressed the self-timer and ran to the beanbags, throwing yourself down lengthways so your feet were hanging off the one end and your back and head was leaning up against Namjoon. You all smiled brightly and playfully for the camera, the flash went off and the picture was taken. Your first family portrait. You took a few other photos, and in different positions, but none matched up to the photo you first took.

"You're framing this." Namjoon said as he looked at it on your laptop over your shoulder.

You smiled, remembering that this was how you and Namjoon got to know one another the very first time you met, looking through your photos. If you knew then that you'd end up being in one of his family portraits now, you wouldn't have believed it. "So, which ones would you like me to print?" You asked just like you did last year.

"All of them." He replied, his smile brighter than yours.

"All of them? But that's going to cost a lot."

"I have a big family." He leant in closer to you. "And it's fucking worth the price." He kissed your lips passionately, his son squirming in his lap, too bored to just sit there and watch his parents play tonsil tennis.

Injung coughed from behind you. "Not that I don't appreciate sentimentality, but we need to get moving. ___, if you could send me the pictures you want printing in the article, that would be great."

"Of course, Injung. Right away."

You did as you were told, e-mailing the pictures over and waiting in the studio for further instructions. There were two journalists on their way to your place of work so they could conduct two separate interviews with you and Namjoon in regards to the whole fiasco.

They arrived and were surprisingly professional. They asked questions that you weren't too happy about answering, but thankfully, as Namjoon had media training he was able to navigate his way round without anything coming out that he didn't want to. He stood up for you, told everyone just how wonderful you were and how happy Haneul was with you. He shut Minji's article down, calling her out on her bullshit in such a passive-aggressively polite way, the two of you were bound to come up smelling of roses. And even Haneul played his part, talking about how his daddy was much happier whenever you were in the room, and that he liked it when you made him breakfast and played hide and seek with him. He told the story about the time he hid in his uncle Yoongi's room, and uncle Yoongi didn't realise so he accidentally scared him and made you run to the toilet to stop yourself from wetting your pants with laughter.

Both journalists commented on how you were a wonderful family, and were excited to publish their story. You weren't entirely sure when it was going to be published, but it was going to be some time soon.

You arrived back at Bangtan's flat and threw yourself down on the sofa next to Taehyung. He double took, not quite believing that you were there, but when he realised, he dived on you and trapped you underneath his body, attacking you with hugs and kisses and clutching onto you like a koala. He was one of the members who thought he'd never see you again, and didn't believe his members when they said you were back.

You spent the evening hanging out with the seven of them, one of the rare evenings that they all had off. Haneul sat on your lap, cuddling into you as you all watched a movie before falling asleep on you. "Put him in our room." Hoseok suggested, raising his eyebrows at Namjoon. You knew exactly what he was getting at and was very grateful when Hobi offered to give you both the night free.

Which of course, you utilised the freedom four times before finally calling it a night.

You woke up the next morning to your door being slammed open and Haneul running into the bedroom, diving on the bed and in turn, you. He woke both you and Namjoon up, gave you both kisses before snuggling down in between you two and falling back to sleep.

These were the moments you lived for – the surprise cuddles in the morning, the stolen and quiet kisses you gave Namjoon in order to not disturb the sleeping child between you, the warmth and soft family feel your parents had been begging you for for months. You had your family back, and you refused to let them go again.

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The Parting Chapter Five

Description: The only certainty in life is death, and it seems to follow Park Jimin. All his life, the icy shadow of death has hung closely by his side, along with the shadow of…something else. Reapers exist to guide the souls of the living to the world beyond. But what happens when a particular Reaper tampers with the natural order and saves a mortal boy’s life? What will they do once their fates become inextricably linked?

Genre: Supernatural, Drama, Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Jimin x (f) OC

Word Count: 10.3k

Tags: Flower Shop Owner!Jimin, Reaper!OC, Non-Idol!AU, Cop!Yoongi, Supernatural!AU

Warnings: Death, swearing and mentions of alcohol, although infrequently

A/N: WOW hi guys! The teaser images have dropped and so has my HEART. I’m neck deep in theories and I can’t escape haha. This week has been a little crazy, since my mom and my sister have back-to-back birthdays and I had to take some time to spend with them. It’s been nice though! I hope you guys are doing well, and I hope you’re all breathing after those images dropped. As always, I will respond to all asks received within a day of receiving them, so feel free and feel comfortable sending me anything! And please send feedback, criticism, comments or concerns my way so I can address them.

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Chapter One

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“You don’t look so good,” commented Jimin in the morning, staring at me as I rested my head on the dining table, my hot cheek against the cool wood. He bent at the waist to look at me seriously.

I met his eyes but as I looked at him, hair ruffled with sleep and eyes hazy from waking, I felt my throat constrict and turned my head the other way, towards the living room. “I’m fine.”

“Did you sleep okay?” he asked. I heard the old chair scrape against the floor and groan against his weight as he sat. “You really don’t look good.”

I shook my head. “I slept fine.”

“Are you sure nothing happened?” he asked, voice lilting with worry.

After Zero had showed me Injung’s name in The Book, I’d nearly collapsed. Zero, seeing my reaction, simply smiled and stood to his feet. He said he was glad to see that something had finally affected me. Then, satisfied, he had turned and disappeared, leaving me alone in the dark room, sitting on my bed with my hand on my lips, trying to stop the sobs I felt in my chest from bursting forth. How cruel was fate? To reunite Jimin with his only living family member only to shorten his life by half.

If Jimin knew…

I sat upright and rubbed my forehead. “I apologize. I don’t…I don’t feel myself today,” I said.

Jimin nodded and slid a carton of banana milk my way. I examined it for a moment, but my appetite seemed stunted. “It happens,” he said. “Is there anything I can do to help?” He smiled at me, bright and messy and vibrant.

I glanced away, towards the blank TV. “Are you opening the shop today?”

He cleared his throat. “Um…yeah, I’ll open as soon as Injung leaves.”

“That’s good,” I said, resting my cheek in my hand.

“Mornin’!” called Injung from Jimin’s room, stretching his torso this way and that.

Jimin and I turned to greet him, but I couldn’t match Jimin’s smile. This man…he was giving his life away without even knowing it. My chest felt horribly tight. “Morning,” said Jimin. “Want some coffee?”

Injung shook his head. “I won’t stay long. I’ve got a hotel for a reason, right?” he asked with a laugh. Smiling, he approached the small table, eyes on me.

“I’ll go get ready for the day,” I said, standing as quickly as I could and turning back towards my room.

“Ah! Wait, you don’t have to-,” began Injung.

Without turning I shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair. “It’s fine. I need to get changed anyway. Now you have a place to sit.”

“Oh, Nari! You can just keep wearing the stuff from Mom’s dresser, okay? Her clothes seem to fit you pretty well,” said Jimin.

Normally, I might have protested. I might have told him it was a waste to use such precious clothes on me. “Alright,” I said instead, twisting the doorknob and letting myself inside before shutting it behind me with a sigh, leaving the banana milk behind.

I opened the dresser as instructed and grabbed a loose white shirt and a pair of wide-legged pants, tying them tightly around my waist. I stared at the mirror for a long moment. I thought perhaps the girl reflected there might offer some wisdom, might have some answers in her frighteningly dark eyes. But instead I just saw a girl, small and gloomy and sad. A girl I was beginning to understand was me. A girl I was beginning to become comfortable with.

I shook my head and turned away. No. I couldn’t become comfortable. I couldn’t allow myself to be lulled into the false hope that things could just continue this way indefinitely. They couldn’t. Injung’s clock was proof of that.

I sat on the bed, but as it bounced under my weight, I heard a disembodied ghost of conversation from outside. Quietly, I tried to focus on it from where I sat, but it was too faint. I wandered towards the door and sat down on the floor, leaning my back against the wood frame.

“I know the timing’s weird,” said Injung with a laugh.

Jimin laughed with him. “No, it’s fine. I wanted to get a chance to talk with you anyway. Since you mentioned you had something to tell me?”

Injung sighed. “I don’t wanna drag it out since it’s…kinda sad, so I’ll just tell you,” he said before pausing. I could almost see Jimin’s face, eyes wide and expectant like a child. “It’s Dad.”

“Grandpa?” asked Jimin, tone puzzled.

“Yeah,” Injung said. “A few weeks ago…well, he passed away. Kinda suddenly actually.”

“Oh my God. How?” Jimin asked, but his voice was more sympathetic than sad. I wondered how he could take the loss of yet another family member so calmly.

“Naturally. In his sleep,” he said.

“I’m so sorry, Injung.”

Injung chuckled. “No, it’s okay. Old man was a bastard anyway. One of the reasons Mina left.”

Jimin clicked his tongue. “He’s your dad,” he said. “Even if he sucked, you can still be sad about it.”

Injung exhaled slowly. “I guess you’re right,” he said. “But that’s not what I wanted to tell you about really. It’s…a byproduct of Dad dying that I wanna discuss with you.”

“What is it?”

“His will.”

I backed away from the door. The longer I listened, the more I felt like an intruder. I sat back down on the bed and watched the ocean through the gaps in the curtains. His will? I wondered what that man had left behind that was important enough to warrant such a serious conversation. Was Jimin perhaps in the will? Why, then, would Jimin still remain so unaffected by the man’s death? Something was strange about it all, and I desperately wanted to know more.

I shook my head.

I was a Reaper. And Reapers do not trouble themselves with the lives of humans.

Reapers do not trouble themselves with the lives of humans…

I was hosing down a bouquet of roses when the front door bell tinkled, signaling the entrance of a patron. I turned to glance over my shoulder, finding the back of Jimin’s head as he watered the plants on the other side of the store. He startled and spun quickly towards the door, spraying water from his can onto the ground before gasping and readjusting his hold on it. I followed his eyes and found a young girl in a navy school uniform.

“Ah,” I breathed as I remembered her. She pushed her black hair behind her ears, like she’d done before. The girl who’d taken the lilies.

She peered at me curiously, lingering in the doorway, before sending a bright smile towards Jimin. “Hey! It’s Jisoo!” he called with a chuckle.

She nodded. “You remembered,” she said, then entered the store, holding her bag in front of her knees. “I heard you were in an accident and my mom told me to stop by with this.” She pulled from that bag a small plastic box. She held it out to him.

Jimin eagerly accepted the gift and lifted the box’s lid. “Medicine?” he asked.

She nodded once more. “Herbal medicine. My mom runs the natural pharmacy in town. She said she knew you from when your father used to sell dried herbs. Kwon Seonhwa?”

My back stiffened. Seonhwa? The name of that girl in my dream, the one talking endlessly about self-death. I walked closer to the pair as Jisoo explained what each herb was supposed to do, pointing into the box with her slender index finger. Jimin smiled as he listened, nodding attentively, until I drew near and he took notice of me, shutting the box and offering the young girl a smile.

“Tell you mom thank you for me, okay?” he asked. “This is very thoughtful.”

The girl peered at me, eyes scanning me up and down, before she furrowed her brow and returned her dark, probing gaze to Jimin. “Is she your girlfriend?”

Jimin inhaled too sharply and sputtered a cough. “G-girlfriend?” he asked, laughing and waving his hands.

I shook my head. “No. I’m a freeloader living in his spare room,” I said, still watching the girl. She was younger than the girl in my dreams, but not by all that much. Similar deep-set eyes, similar pitch-black hair.

She furrowed her brow at me. “You seem weird.”

“I am weird.”

She pouted her lips slightly before sighing. “I need more flowers,” she said, turning back to Jimin as he struggled to regain his breath.

Squinting from his coughing fit, Jimin, raised his eyebrows. “Oh! For-,” he paused to cough again. “For who?”

Jisoo’s expression fell serious as she sighed. “The same friend who lost someone recently. From last time.”

“This friend…are they going through a very hard time?” asked Jimin.

The girl nodded, eyes on her Oxford shoes as she scuffed them against the concrete floor. “Yeah. I’m worried about him.” Her eyes went far away, distant and lost in thoughts. Something about her expression made my chest constrict.

I nodded my head and walked quickly to the back of the store, grabbing a modest bouquet of mixed flowers. Vibrant purple irises poked out from the top, surrounded by yellow daisies. I set the bouquet into a vase quietly and carried the small bouquet out in my hands. I approached the two as they both watched me, Jimin quizzical and Jisoo yet unconvinced.

I smiled as I came nearer. She watched me with furrowed brows as I set the bouquet beside her on the counter near the doorway. “This one is good,” I said.

She tilted her head to the side and ran her fingers along one of the iris’s petals. “It’s pretty…but why this one?” she asked, pointing to the roses I’d been watering before. “Why not those?”

“Well,” I began, leaning a hip against the counter, resting my hand on the side of the vase. “Irises mean hope. They say that you are very grateful for the friendship you share with this person,” I said, then glanced at her. “And daisies mean new beginnings. You’re hoping he can find a new, happy beginning.”

She stared at the bouquet for a long moment, leaning down to give it a sniff, before leaning away and crossing her arms, staring up at me. “Really?” she asked.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“You think he’ll like it?” she asked, screwing her mouth to the side as she thought.

I smoothed my hands over my thighs before pushing off from the counter and nodding. “I think…no matter what you give him, he’ll be able to feel your sincerity.”

She turned to me sharply with wide eyes. “My sincerity?”

“I felt it,” I said quietly. I picked up the bouquet and adjusted an iris. “I could feel your sincerity after just a moment talking with you.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly and she glanced away, back towards Jimin. “She’s not lying right? The flowers really mean all that?”

He nodded and ruffled her tidy hair slightly. “She’s not lying.”

“I don’t wanna be tricked by some weird lady,” she said, turning to give me a suspicious look over her shoulder. “Don’t trick me, okay?”

I laughed lightly, the sound surprising even me, and shook my head. “I wouldn’t know how.”

She pursed her lips before nodding. “I’ll take it then. Ah! And can I get a bow around the vase?” she asked Jimin with a big grin.

He smiled. “Certainly,” he said, taking the bouquet from my hands and leading Jisoo to the register. As he guided her away, still chatting, he glanced over his shoulder and offered me a warm smile, eyes squeezing shut slightly.

And guilt made my body cold.

“Ah,” I exhaled, jumping away from the chilly metal pressed against my cheek. I sat on the stone fence across from the shop, looking down at the rows of houses leading to the beach below, feet dangling over the edge.

I turned to find Jimin settling beside me, holding a can of soda to my skin with a laugh. “You resting?” he asked.

I swallowed hard and glanced away, back to the not-so-distant beach. “Yes. Legally, employees are required to take a break.”

“You’re not on the payroll though,” he said, chuckling and placing the soda on my lap.

I held it in my fingers, letting the condensation gather in my palms. “I forgot.”

He leaned forward and craned his head towards me, examining my face. “You seem distant. I thought we worked things out last night,” he said.

I leaned back on my hands, setting the can of soda beside my thigh, and turned my face away, gazing down the street. “We did. I’m not upset with you anymore.”

“Then what is it?” he asked, inching closer to me, still staring at my face. “Did Injung say something weird to you? Do you feel sick or anything? Are-,”

Finally, I met his eyes and shook my head, silencing him. “None of those things,” I said then sighed, rubbing my neck. How was I to articulate any of my worries to him? How was I to explain the things that troubled me so deeply I was beginning to develop a stomachache? “Jimin…I…,” I started, but paused as I found my lexicon empty. I glanced away. “Things are very complicated. I am wondering if the choices I’ve made have been the right ones.”

He cocked a brow. “How do you mean?” I watched the springtime sun play in deep russet streaks in his hair, watched the breeze pick up his buttoned shirt and toss it around his collarbone delicately. He was so very alive.

“I am worried. Now that I have a choice in what I believe in and what morals I will follow…I am very worried that those morals and beliefs are wrong,” I said, my voice growing lighter with each uncertain word. “Because even though I know I should feel guilty for what I’ve done, all I can feel guilty for is the way that choice affects you.”

“Nari…you’re kind of confusing me a little,” he said with a laugh. “Is there a way you can say it plainly?”

I shook my head. “No,” I said, but as his gaze probed me I felt my resolve shake. His kind amber eyes, his sweetly parted lips, his gentle, encouraging smile. I couldn’t stop myself from speaking. “Jimin…well…what would you say if I told you that the one who saved your life…is me?”

His eyes grew very wide as he stared at me before he leaned back slightly, staring out at the sea. “I…I would be…,” he paused, then with a smile he returned his attention to me and tilted his head to the side. “I would be very grateful.”

“You would?” I asked, relief crashing against my chest. I felt my posture slacken.

He laughed and nodded. “Of course! If that’s true, then you’ve given me the best gift anyone could ever give,” he said.

“Even if you being alive means that things have become extremely complicated?” I asked.

He smiled, placing a hand on the back of my head, smoothing my hair tenderly. “Nari, I’m really grateful for every second of my extremely complicated life,” he said. “Remember what I told you about the mugunghwa?”

I blinked at him, his hand still pressed softly against the nape of my neck, and nodded. “Your father liked them. The eternal blossom.”

He nodded. “When I was young, my mother passed away,” he said, pushing the straying locks of my hair behind my shoulder before dropping his hand to his lap with a smile. “She was a really great mom. She brought a lot of life into my childhood memories.”

I glanced down at my clothes and shifted slightly, uncomfortable in them once again. Of course, I’d known about his mother’s passing for years. But the thought of Jimin, this boy I’d watched for so long, explaining it to me so intimately was unfathomable. I glanced at him as the sea breeze picked up, playing with the hairs that curled softly against his neck.

“She raised a very lovely son,” I said, nodding.

His cheeks grew pink and he chuckled. “Ah, well,” he said, rubbing his shoulder. “My mom was sick, you know? So my dad and I knew it was coming when she eventually…succumbed.”

I inched closer to him, sensing the shift in his mood. Somberness. I wanted to meet it with comfort. “That must have been difficult for you. Knowing for so long.”

He shook his head. “No,” he said with a smile, playing with the hem of his slacks. “Because even though it was sad and painful, at least she was alive to experience those things.”

I blinked. “I…see.”

“She was grateful for every complicated moment,” he said with a chuckle. “Even the days that were really hard. She was still grateful to be alive while she had time.”

I swallowed something heavy in my throat. “That is…a wonderful attitude.”

He laughed and nudged my shoulder with his. “No need to be so serious. I’m actually very happy when I think about my mom,” he said with a shrug. “The point is…life is the most valuable opportunity. Even if it’s messy, I’m happy to be alive. Even if things get hard, even those hard moments are gifts. At the end of the day, nothing lives forever. There is no eternal blossom,” he said, voice slow and gentle, sitting in the air softly. “My dad knew it too. But nonetheless…he always loved the mugunghwa the best.”

“Why is that?” I asked carefully, watching his face as the sun caressed it.

He smiled at the rooftops below us. “Because it reminded him of it. It reminded him that life is short, even though we wish it wasn’t. So take each day as a blessing,” he said with a nod.

I scanned his features, searching for any pain, but saw nothing but peace. Somehow, the way he’d explained it had made sense to me. He was grateful for the pain, because it meant he was alive. Something in me settled slightly. I grabbed the soda he’d brought me and cracked it open with a fizz, startling myself. Slowly, I pressed the rim to my lips and took a sip. The drink was almost painful as it slid down my throat. I coughed into my hands and set the soda down again.

Jimin laughed and turned to me, taking my forearms in his hands and prying my fingers away from my face. I continued coughing, shaking my head and glancing away. He continued laughing, leaning close to get a proper look at me.

“What’s this? Have you never had soda?” he asked.

I coughed and nodded, arms still arrested in his grip. “No,” I replied between sputters.

He smiled and shook his head, laughter dying as he simply watched me. “Nari…if you’re the reason I’m alive right now…no matter what, I’m thankful to you, okay?” he asked.

I met his eyes, my own watering from the exertion of coughing, and blinked a few times. “Really?”

He nodded. “So don’t feel guilty or whatever. I don’t really understand why you would, but I wish you wouldn’t have so many worries.”

My cheeks flamed, skin growing hot as he stared at me seriously, a kind smile still touching his features. “I…I’ll try not to worry so much.”

He laughed and released my arms with a nod. “And don’t push me away, okay?” he asked, taking the soda I’d sipped on and pressing it against his rosy lips. As he swallowed, he stared at the can with a smile and shook his head. “Makes me sad.”

Sad?

That I was ignoring him?

My heart began to beat fast and loud against my ribcage, as if struggling to escape.

Sunset was fast approaching on the horizon. The day had been busy, filled with sympathetic neighbors and friends dropping by with gifts. Old regulars came to the shop too, oblivious to what had happened to Jimin. Most of them were elderly restaurant owners buying arrangements for their tables or shop clerks looking for window decorations. Jimin, ever gracious, greeted each of them with a smile. I was sure that to Jimin I appeared very odd. The longer I lingered in this body, the more I understood it. And the more I understood how strange my behavior would seem to any rational person: awaking naked in the street, insisting that I know him despite all evidence to the contrary, badgering him incessantly, and now taking credit for his life…I was sure I was making a fairly poor case for myself. But nonetheless, whenever there was a free moment between patrons entering and leaving the shop, Jimin managed to send a smile my way. A grin bright enough to strain my eyes.

My guilt was slowly subsiding as I watched him smile, watched the smiles he gave to those he spoke with. He brought too much to this world to leave it so soon. There had to be something I could do to save both Injung and Jimin. There had to be a way I could absolve myself of the choice between them.

Funny. Hundreds of years holding human lives in my hand, and only now did I feel the crushing weight of responsibility.

“Hey,” said Jimin in a quiet voice as he shut and locked the front door to the shop, turning to me as we stood on the sidewalk.

I glanced at him. “Hello,” I responded, offering a smile.

“Namjoon texted. He wants us to head to the station and answer some questions. Looks like probable cause isn’t quite enough to prosecute,” said Jimin.

I exhaled slowly and nodded. “Is that why your mood has been so good today?” I asked.

He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “How did you know?” he asked.

I laced my hands behind my back as we made our way down the sidewalk, following it as it curved easily around the cliffside. “Well, I suppose you’d be quite happy. You don’t think he did it, right?”

He nodded. “Right,” he said. “Ah, anyway I guess it doesn’t really matter what I think. The thing about truth is that, if you give it enough time, it always comes out.”

My heart raced and I looked up at him quickly, eyes wide. “What makes you say that?” I asked, but my voice was far more panicked than I would have liked. I cursed this human body, as the more I used it the more difficulty I had controlling its emotions.

He smiled. “Whoa, why do you suddenly seem like a person with a lot of secrets?” he asked with a laugh, rubbing the top of my head. “I guess I mean…the truth has a tendency to reveal itself. I have to have faith that, regardless of what I think, the truth will come out when it’s the right time.”

I exhaled slowly and crossed my arms. Some truths were never meant to be revealed… “That’s a fine attitude.”

He glanced at me out the corner of his eye as we strolled and gave the side of my head a slight, playful push. “Don’t be so serious, huh? All I’m saying is that things will work out how they’re supposed to.”

I nodded, but it was clear my mind was still racing. “I hope you’re right.”

I’d been to police stations before, but never one in this small beach town. Jimin had always been exemplary in terms of behavior, so I’d never needed to follow him to such a place. Few died in police departments, so The Call had never beckoned me either. So as I entered the friendly brick building, I walked close beside Jimin, careful not to move too far from him for fear of encountering something — or rather someone — that might expose a string in my web of lies.

Once inside, we were greeted with rows upon rows of desks, almost all empty save for a few in the center — which housed photos of friends and families, office supplies, and all manner of knickknacks — and one in the back corner, home to only one old computer. Just looking at that lonely desk and I knew who it belonged to. I sighed and resolved to avoid it. No use actively seeking Yoongi out, especially after our odd and unresolved interaction from nights prior. He’d seen that teacup on the table. He’d seen me flustered and panicked. He’d seen far too much. And he wasn’t the type to just…forget about something like that.

I steeled myself to greet him as Namjoon approached with a smile. “Hey,” he said, clapping Jimin’s shoulder. “You look good, Jimin. Healthy.”

Jimin laughed and swatted Namjoon’s hand away. “Of course I do,” he said, peeking over his shoulder at me. He gave a bashful smile before turning back to his friend with a chuckle. “I’m doing really well.”

“Probably because you have such a good nurse with you,” said Namjoon with a joking grin my way.

I raised my eyebrows and pointed to my chest. “I’ve received no formal medical training,” I said, shaking my head.

The two laughed and Jimin shook his head, gently placing a hand on my back between my shoulder blades. “Anyway, we’re here to give more information?” he asked Namjoon who led us with a swooping motion to his desk in the center of the room. We followed slowly behind and settled into two stiff chairs. “But I already told Yoongi everything.”

“You’re not the one we wanna talk to,” said a voice I recognized at once.

I shut my eyes and rubbed my forehead, already fatigued from the simple thought of entertaining that cheerless, unwelcoming man. I heard the sound of a chair being dragged along the floor and heard that chair protest against the weight of Yoongi’s body as he collapsed against it. Opening my eyes slowly, I turned to face him and saw his grim expression was exactly as I’d predicted. He sat, straddling the chair backwards, scanning me as his face loomed close to mine.

Luckily for me, I was too exhausted from the idea of a conversation to offer much in the way of expression, so his scanning was fruitless and he turned instead to offer Jimin a somber look. Namjoon sat across from us, separated by his well-decorated desk, his chin resting atop his laced fingers as he watched the scene with a sympathetic smile. I envied him, having such distance between himself and Yoongi.

“I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” I said, sliding my eyes towards him. “I’ve told you everything I remember.”

Yoongi cocked a brow and scoffed with a smirk. “See,” he began, pointing at me with one lazy finger. “I think you’re hiding something. Probably a lot of somethings.”

I shrugged. “You are entitled to your wrong opinion.”

Jimin sputtered a laugh which he concealed, poorly, as a cough and Yoongi shot him a glare. “Well, we’ll just have to see. I’m conducting a thorough background check on you alongside the investigation. Don’t think that just because you haven’t been arrested you’re not a suspect.”

I rubbed my temples. “Okay. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” I said, and almost smiled. What sort of background check could he conduct on a person who didn’t, and shouldn’t, exist?

He smirked and leaned away slightly. “Jungkook,” he started, piquing my attention, “is gonna get out soon. His bail’s being posted.”

How strange. That gang didn’t seem like the type to have such dispensable income…

I nodded. “Good. Then his friends will stop bothering Jimin,” I said, glancing towards Yoongi and crossing my arms. “Unless you’d rather him be at risk for no reason besides…probable cause.” The last words left my lips like a curse, and Yoongi’s dark eyes narrowed slightly.

“Things would go more smoothly if we had all the information,” said Yoongi.

“Is it not part of a detective’s duty to piece together the evidence available and create a case?” I asked. “Why am I being pressed to do your job for you?”

He set his lips thin and stared at me, right into my eyes. I wished I could frighten him the way I’d frightened Hyungwon. I wished I could look back at him with that same bloodlust, that same fierceness which had rendered Hyungwon not only speechless but immobile. But I simply hadn’t the contempt for this man. He was bothersome and frustrating, but as I looked into his eyes I didn’t see any evil. And furthermore, I didn’t see anything I could exploit. I didn’t see the insecurity and fear that Hyungwon had. This man was iron-clad and cold as stone. Even if I could muster the hatred to intimidate him, there was a high probability that it would result in nothing.

“Deliberately hindering a police investigation is criminal activity,” he said seriously, voice deep and rumbling.

I nodded. “Fascinating.”

He roughly shoved his chair against the ground, pulling himself closer. The sudden, loud movement startled me and I jumped slightly, staring at him with wide eyes. “You’re the only one who saw this guy, Jane Doe. You’re the missing link to solving this whole damn thing. I would’ve thought you’d be jumping at the opportunity to help,” he said, then flashed his eyes towards Jimin. “It helps him after all.” His words dripped, acrid and accusing.

I glanced between the two. What sort of history bound them together in such a hostile dance? And why, hen Yoongi’s acidic voice attempted to corrode him, did Jimin simply sit with his eyes on his lap and take it? It was almost as if we were outside the shop again, fighting with Jungkook’s gang. Like he felt he deserved it…

I shifted slightly so as to obscure Yoongi’s view of Jimin and crossed my arms. “What would you like from me, Officer?” I asked.

He stared at me, eyes probing, and tilted his head down. “If you’re not gonna cooperate and tell me everything, then…at the very least I need you to come look at the kid. Jeon Jungkook. Since you saw the attacker, you might be able to tell if he matches.”

I stood and nodded. “Let’s go then.”

Yoongi scoffed, joining me standing, and crossed his arms. “That easily?”

“If you ask me to do something possible, then I’ll gladly do it. Up until now, you’ve been requesting I give you information that doesn’t exist,” I said, the lies falling from my lips more easily than ever before. Something about this man ignited anger in me, and a dash of something else.

Competitiveness.

I didn’t just want to placate him.

I wanted to win against him.

Jimin sighed and placed a soothing hand on the small of my back, peering down at me with a soft smile. “Listen, you don’t need to be so involved. If you don’t wanna go back there you don’t have to.”

I met Jimin’s eyes before turning slightly towards Yoongi. I smiled. “Lead the way, Officer,” I said, slipping out of Jimin’s grasp and following Yoongi towards a hallway in the back.

Namjoon and Jimin fell in line behind me, and I caught Namjoon say quietly to Jimin with a chuckle, “Don’t worry about her too much.”

Indeed, I was fully capable of defending myself against this pale man. I was a Reaper, taker of lives, bringer of death. What did I have to fear from an officer with thin limbs and purple bags beneath his eyes?

We entered an interrogation room together and I stood with my arms crossed, lingering in the back of the sterile room. Jimin entered too, but his steps were hesitant, even the echoes timid. He stood beside the door as Namjoon shut it behind us. I could deduce the source of Jimin’s obvious discomfort, because sitting across from us at a small wooden table with his sharp eyes on the floor by Jimin’s feet was that boy. Jungkook. His shoulders were broad, but slumped. With a single motion of Yoongi’s wrist, the young boy stood and finally he lifted his eyes and met mine. I scanned them, searching for something there like I had with Yoongi. But again, there was nothing fundamentally evil there. Frustrated and perhaps a little hurt, but no ill will. He just looked…

Tired.

“No,” I said, shaking my head as I looked him up and down, scanning his build. “The attacker was slimmer. Shorter too.”

Yoongi exhaled loudly and turned to me, pointing at Jungkook as he stared at me, angry eyes now wide like a child. “You’re telling me our only suspect who not only has motive to attack, but also set the stage for the event to occur just…isn’t him? Because you say he’s not?” His voice was getting louder, but I’d seen too much in my years to be frightened of him anymore.

I threw my hands up. “I don’t know what to tell you! It seems you’re looking for the answers you want and not the truth itself,” I said, crossing my arms. “I wonder if you’ll ever believe me if I don’t say what you want me to say!”

Yoongi stalked towards me and stood close, standing above me with an expression all too easy to read. He was holding himself back from really exploding. Why did I want to provoke him? “You’re walking a dangerous line, Jane Doe.”

“My name is Nari,” I said sternly, holding my ground as his piercing gaze bore into me.I felt the full force of his rage upon me, but all I could do was smile slightly. “And I’m your key witness.”

Yoongi scoffed, as if in disbelief, and rocked on his heels before stepping away from me and pounding a fist on the table in front of Jungkook. The younger boy, startled, jumped slightly and stared at me, eyes still wide and round. I looked at him and tilted my head to the side, shaking my head.

“The more I look at him, the more certain I am. He’s not your killer,” I said, shrugging.

“And how can you be so sure?” asked Yoongi, turning towards me and raising his brows. “Divine intuition? A…gut feeling?”

Namjoon placed a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Drop it, Yoongi,” he said, voice chiding in his ear. “She’s right. She’s our witness.”

“And she’s hiding something!” he said, throwing his accusing finger towards me.

Jimin sidled up beside me and leaned down towards my face, breath shifting my hair as he spoke. “Stop messing with him or he’ll really snap,” he said, voice terse.

I turned to look at him, brow furrowed. “Is this behavior okay from a law enforcement professional? Have I done anything to warrant that kind of aggression?” I asked.

“Nari,” said Namjoon carefully from behind me. I glanced at him and sighed. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but…really, if there’s anything you can tell us that can substantiate your claim…,” he said, eyes pleading as he stared down at me. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to come clean, to tell Yoongi I’d been there for the whole night.

But how could I reveal something like that? How could I justify having seen something that was impossible for me to see?

Jimin stared down at me, expression soft and patient, but nonetheless…expectant. I looked at Jungkook who too wore a similar expression. If I told Yoongi about what truly happened, how one of the two boys stood up that night just when Jimin left and disappeared into the smoky darkness of the bar…

Jungkook would be implicated even further. And as I stared into his eyes from across the room, I became certain. This boy was not the culprit. He was terrified and lost and insecure, just like a child. He was just a boy. And he was a boy who’d done nothing but invite an old friend he admired out for drinks.

Even if I’d wanted to give Yoongi the answers he craved, looking at that innocent boy’s face…I knew I couldn’t.

That’s the problem with finding your morals.

Once you’ve started uncovering what you believe in, you lose the ability to choose logically.

My compass, which I was certain was missing from the start, began wildly pointing away from Jungkook, pointing someplace else entirely. Namjoon continued staring at me with a smile all too pleasant and Yoongi continued to brood beside the table, penetrating eyes focused on Jungkook who too stared at me. They all expected something from me. Every single one of them.

I turned to Jimin, watching as his gentle, compassionate eyes as they scanned over my face. And what did he expect from me? The longer he looked at me, the clearer it became. He expected me to do whatever I thought was right. In his soft expression I saw faith. Faith in me. And, wordlessly, I met his faithful gaze with a smile. I nodded my head and remembered what I’d learned in the hospital. The power of ignorance.

I returned my attention to Namjoon and shrugged my shoulders lightly. “I’m sorry, Namjoon,” I began, then smiled at him. “But I don’t know anything else.”

“Dammit!” shouted Yoongi, pounding the table once more to which Jungkook once again lurched slightly. Yoongi, visibly affected by my stubbornness, raked his fingers through his dark hair and turned to me. “You do realize that you could very well be the reason why a murderer gets out, right?”

I shook my head and peeked at Jungkook. “No,” I said as he blinked at me. “Because this boy is not your murderer.”

“Jesus Christ,” said Yoongi, laughing in a way that caused this strange body to shiver. He turned to me and, with a smile that looked almost wild, he shook his head. “If someone else dies, it’s on you.”

“Yoongi, please. Don’t say stuff like that to her. She’s just trying to help,” said Jimin from beside me with a sigh.

Yoongi turned his fiery eyes toward Jimin and nodded. “That’s right. Just keep playing the good guy then, like you always do. Nice Jimin. Friendly Jimin. The son every mother wishes they had, Park Jimin.”

Jimin’s breath hitched and I watched the muscles in his neck work as he struggled to remain calm. I had no idea what to do to mediate. As I learned more about myself, I learned that perhaps mediation wasn’t my strongest attribute…

“Min Yoongi, you have no right to talk to me like that,” said Jimin, jaw clenched.

“Like what? Just telling the truth,” said Yoongi with a scoff. “Tell me, Jimin, why don’t I have a right?”

Jimin shook his head. “Stop it now.”

“No, say it. Say what I did that took that right away,” said Yoongi, laughing once more and patting his chest. “Tell me!”

“That’s enough!” shouted Namjoon, grabbing Yoongi by the shoulder and walking roughly with him into the hallway, shoving him outside and shutting the door behind them, leaving us alone with Jungkook. I heard the distant, muffled sound of arguing.

I turned to look up at Jimin to find him staring into the middle ground, muscles tense and expression poor. “Th-thank you,” said a small voice from the opposite side of the room.

Jungkook approached quietly, hair mussed and loose shirt dingy from wear. He smiled at me softly. “Me?” I asked, pointing at my face.

He nodded, still grinning, and rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t expect you to stick up for me like that,” he said, chuckling as his eyes fell to the floor. “It was…kinda cool.”

I blinked at him, furrowing my brow. “I…did I stick up for him?” I asked, turning to Jimin and cocking my head to the side.

Jimin, having calmed slightly, nodded. “Kind of,” he said, forcing a smile.

I nodded. “Um…,” I said, filling the silence. “You’re welcome then.”

Jungkook’s head snapped up and he looked down at me with bright brown eyes. “Hey, let me treat you to dinner or something.”

I cringed away and offered a polite smile. “Ah…that’s not necessary.”

“Why not?” asked the boy, a pout on his lips. The longer I looked at him the more he resembled a child. “I wanna show my appreciation!”

“You’ve more than shown it,” I said, nodding my head vehemently.

He tilted his head and sighed. “No, but still I wanna say thanks properly, you know?”

“Live a long, healthy, law-abiding life. That will be a proper thank you,” I said, glancing up at Jimin who seemed to have relaxed.

Jungkook stared down at me for a long moment, then sighed. His shoulders fell as he watched me and his heavy brows began to knit. “Ah, what should I do? I think I like you.”

I coughed slightly and waved my hand, backing away. “Excuse me?” I asked.

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah. I think I like you. What was your name again?” he asked, mirroring my backwards step with a forwards one.

Jimin cleared his throat and smiled at the young boy. “Her name is Nari and she’s trying to recover her memory. She’s been through a lot lately, so maybe ask her out some other time.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and approached me, leaning down at the waist to smile at me. “He’s pretty boring, right?” he asked. “He used to be more fun.”

I flushed and glanced away, taken aback by how keenly he stared at me. “I find him just fine the way he is.”

Jungkook sighed. “It’s no good if you like another guy,” he whined, then crossed his arms and backed away. “Anyway, I should thank you too, Jimin,” he said as he offered his large hand for Jimin to shake.

Jimin stared down at it for a while, brows furrowed, and shook his head. “Don’t thank me, Jungkook.”

He smiled and grabbed Jimin’s wrist with his free hand, shoving their palms together and clasping his fingers around Jimin’s in a tight shake. “I owe you a lot, alright?”

Jimin sighed. “I’m the reason you got taken here in the first place,” he said.

Jungkook waved his hand and laughed, lighthearted despite having been kept by the police for a day. “Hey! You just told the truth. Yoongi’s the one who’s got his panties all twisted, thinkin’ it was me,” said Jungkook with a scowl. “I would too.”

I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arms. “Why? Is there any reason why he’s so set on you as the suspect?” I asked.

Jungkook turned to me and smiled brightly, rubbing the back of his head. “Ah, well…something like that.”

“What is it?” I asked.

Jungkook’s face fell and he turned to me with downcast eyes. “I don’t want you to think I’m a suspicious person.”

“He’s the one who attempted to rob a supermarket owner a few weeks ago,” said Jimin, rubbing his forehead.

“How did you know?” asked Jungkook, eyes wide.

Jimin sighed. “Yoongi told me when he came to interview me at the hospital. The day he got me to admit you were there at the bar.”

Jungkook groaned. “I didn’t want you to know,” he said. “I didn’t want you to think I would ever try to hurt you because of something stupid like that.”

“Why did you do it?” I asked, thinking aloud.

Jungkook glanced at me and shook his head. “It was a dumb dare from the guys. We’re just…we just play around, you know? We’d never do anything scary like…murder or something.”

Jimin nodded. “I know, Kook.”

“Call me Jung!” interrupted the boy with a whine. “I told you a million times.”

Jimin chuckled and patting Jungkook’s shoulder with a nod. “Well, either way I’m glad you’re out soon.”

“Thanks to you,” he said, winking at him.

Thanks to him...

The bail?

Jimin rolled his eyes and opened his mouth as if to speak, but stopped at the door opened and Namjoon entered. The air became once again heavy with somberness as he walked into the room with eyes on the floor. I set my lips thin. I wondered if my resistance would negatively impact Namjoon…

The thing about truth is that, if you give it enough time, it always comes out.

I had to believe in Jimin’s words. I had to believe that the choices I made, however difficult they may be, were ultimately in the service of the truth. I inhaled sharply as Namjoon finally looked up and met each of our eyes respectively.

“I think it’s best for you two to go,” he said, voice low and tired.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek and met his eyes. “Namjoon, I’m-,”

He glanced at me before looking away. “We’ll call you if we need anything else.”

My stomach dropped, filling with lead. The heavy, dreadful feeling persisted as Jimin led me out into the hallway and towards the front doors. It persisted as we passed the sea of desks, the lonesome one in the corner occupied by a dark-haired man with his head down. It persisted even as we exited the building and stood out on the sidewalk. And as the door swung shut behind us, I could tell Jimin felt it too. I’d hurt someone I trusted. In saving one innocent person, I’d condemned another.

Was part of being human feeling like this?

“What do you say to getting some drinks? I know a good place.”

I glanced up at Jimin to find him smiling at me, tender. I raised my eyebrows. “Is that a good idea? Don’t you need to rest?” I asked.

He groaned and leaned his back against the facade of the building, screwing up his features in a show of theatrics. “All I’ve done is rest.”

At the sight of his pout, a few stray laughs escaped my lips despite my mood and I stretched my arms slightly. “Are you perhaps feeling stifled?”

He nodded, eyes shut, still pouting my way. “I wanna go have fun,” he whined.

I laughed again. “It is unusual for you to be so eager to go out,” I commented.

He sighed and opened one eye, peering down at me. “Maybe Jungkook got to me. I really did used to be fun, you know,” he said, tone playful. He gave a mischievous smirk. “And besides, I wanna see if you can outdrink me.”

I pursed my lips. If the night of his accident was anything to go by, Jimin was not someone difficult to outdrink. I peeked at him from below as I thought. “You’re sure it’s a good idea?” I asked.

He nodded eagerly. “Positive.”

I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. “Then let’s go.”

I stared at the amber drink before me, tea mixed with rum, and tilted my head this way and that. The thing looked okay enough, not a toxic green or a frightening murky white as I’d seen before. We sat together at a bar by the station, a nice place playing American music from the seventies. Plenty of people were idling about, but we were the only ones at the bar. Jimin was nursing his fourth beer, and his dopey smile was a clear tell. The entire evening he’d been pestering me between bites of bar food to give the drink a shot. I’d been hesitant, insisting that watching him drink was better than drinking myself. I wondered why he was so adamant about it, and longed to ask him more precisely if there was a special reason. But the way Jimin watched me eagerly, a beer in his own hand as he nudged my knee with his beneath the bar, spurred me to grab the tall glass with both hands and take the straw between my teeth. His eyes glittered in the soft, hazy light and the smile on his face danced in the picture of him reflected in fractals on his thick mug of beer.

I took a big sip, letting the drink slide down my throat, and coughed slightly as I’d taken too much at once. I clutched my chest and shook my head, but as I began to regain control over my lungs, another sensation emerged. Something vaguely hot, sitting just beneath my skin. I scratched at my neck slightly, trying to alleviate the odd feeling, but as I did I found no relief. The heat slipped further down into my chest before dissipating. I furrowed my brow at the sweet drink and crossed my arms.

Jimin’s laugh retrieved me from my confusion and I turned to him with wide eyes. “What?” I asked, rubbing my throat. “Something felt hot.”

He laughed once more and shook his head, taking another deep swig of beer. “Alcohol,” he began, “feels hot, doesn’t it?”

I nodded my head and played with the straw as it sat in my cup. I puzzled over it. “So it’s normal? That feeling?”

He nodded and inched closer, smelling sharply of booze as he exhaled in a laugh. “You’re so funny,” he said with a smile. He was intoxicated.

I pursed my lips and took another deep sip, this time prepared for the odd warmth. As I tasted the drink, I found it rather pleasant and stifled a smile as I stirred my straw through it.

“What is it?” asked Jimin, sitting close, his face looming near mine as he watched me carefully.

I turned only my eyes towards him but, upon seeing how striking he looked with a drunken flush on his high cheeks and a rosy hue to his parted lips, my gaze fled quickly back to the safety of my drink. “I’ve found something else that caught me off guard,” I said, smiling slightly.

He smiled and tilted his head to the side, caging me between his arms as one was resting on the bar and one was draped lazily over the back of my seat. Having all of his attention made me fidgety, the weight of his honeyed gaze heavy upon my fragile human heart. “What’s that?” he asked, voice low, eyes scanning my face.

I cleared my throat and inched away, trying to gain some distance between us. “I don’t find alcohol all that unpleasant,” I said, chuckling. But the sound emerged choppy, almost awkward. Was I perhaps feeling flustered?

He grinned. “That’s good,” he said, then thankfully leaned away. “Let’s drink together again someday.”

I took another sip, trying to keep my thoughts to myself, but like it usually did curiosity overpowered me. “Why did you want to drink today?” I asked.

He peeked at me over the rim of his beer, his hair teasingly out of place, his eyes heavy-lidded. “I told you. I wanted to have fun.”

I shook my head. Because, despite the playfulness in his eyes I could see something else there too. Something sadder. “I want to know the real reason,” I said, leaning forward slightly to get a better view of him.

He opened his mouth and shut it a few times, almost speaking now and then, before he sighed and slumped over his drink. “You caught me.”

“You’re obvious.”

He chuckled and sighed, letting his head loll backwards, hair falling off his forehead, exposing the skin there. His lips parted and I could see his Adam’s apple bob. Was it the alcohol making me so much more finely attuned to his body? I glanced away. “It’s that bastard Yoongi,” he said.

“Ah,” I said, nodding as I drank some more, desperate to wash the image of Jimin’s pillowy lips from my mind. “He bothers you?”

“Yoongi,” he began with a frown. “That bastard.”

I chuckled and turned to him again, but found that move to be a crucial mistake as he was pushing his hair from his forehead with his hand, eyes cast on the bar in front of us, lashes dusting across his cheeks. Again I looked away. “You said that already,” I said.

He sighed beside me. “He hates me.”

“Why?”

“Because I was there when he wasn’t.”

I furrowed my brow and chewed on my straw. “What does that mean?”

“That bastard, Yoongi. He’s punishing me,” said Jimin.

I rested my cheek in my hand and scanned the shelves of alcohol, backlight with a neon sign, sitting behind the bar on the wall. “You must do something wrong in order to be punished.”

“That’s exactly it!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands and pointing to me. “See, I didn’t do anything wrong.”

I nodded and smiled slightly as he mimicked my pose, only instead of staring at the shelves he was staring at me. My heart raced. “I believe you.”

He exhaled, long and slow, and his eyes fell from my eyes to my flushed cheeks. Eventually, they dipped lazily lower, landing on my lips before once again he met my eyes and smiled. “I’m glad.”

I cleared my throat and drank some more, my drink nearly empty. “Is my head supposed to feel this fuzzy?” I asked.

Jimin chuckled and scooted closer to me, gently taking my face between his hands. He examined my forehead, squinting at it for a moment, before backing away and nodding with a grin. “It’s the best part. Makes it hard to think,” he said, laughing.

I touched the spot on my hot cheek where he’d touched, feeling the trail of tingles he’d left behind. I could focus on nothing else. “I don’t like it,” I said, shaking my head. “I feel like I’m thinking more.”

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, voice soft below the music and smooth.

My stomach fluttered. Was that a side effect of the alcohol? I met his amber eyes and swallowed hard. “Things I shouldn’t be thinking about.”

His lips parted in a smile and his eyelids fell heavier. “Like what?”

“Like…,” I began, then shook my head. “Stupid things.”

He smiled and took my hand gently, his grip loose, his fingers playing with my own as he hummed with thought. He extended his hand, our fingertips touching, forcing my fingers to part, before letting them connect once again. “That’s too bad. I hoped we could both get our minds off of the things that were bothering us,” he said softly.

I felt faint and my face was burning hot. “Is that why you wanted to drink with me? Because you were worried I was upset?”

He nodded and met my eyes with a smile. “Bingo.”

I inhaled and, before I this stupid, feverish body could do something ridiculous, I pushed up from the barstool and stood to my feet. But as my shoes touched the ground, I found my balance unsteady and had to grip the side of the bar to stay upright. Jimin laughed and stood alongside me, replacing the bar I was clutching with his arm. He coaxed my hands around his bicep and the lightheadedness suddenly felt secondary to the flutters in my stomach and the heat in my face.

I avoided his eyes as he chuckled at me. “I want to leave.”

He laughed and patted my hand. “Sure.”

We walked quietly along the sand, having taken a detour to sober up before journeying all the way home. The ocean lapped at my bare feet as we wandered in an unsteady line down the shore. Overhead was the navy sky and a smattering of glittering stars, reflecting on the calm sea below. Jimin walked a pace behind me, laughing at me now and then as I stumbled walking or ran away from a wave I’d underestimated. I walked carefully, placing one foot exactly in front of the other with each step. And with Jimin behind me, I felt safer. I knew if I couldn’t see him, I couldn’t think about strange things.

“Hey, Nari?” he asked, voice nearly drowning in the waves.

I swallowed hard and extended my hands out on either side of me, desperate to keep my balance and desperate to give my mind something to focus on. Because, as soon as he spoke, my mind had wandered to how smooth and melodious his voice was. And as my mind wandered there, it wandered to the way his voice sounded in a whisper. And then it wandered to the way it sounded in a breathy laugh.

I shook my head. “Yes, Jimin?”

“You’re really familiar,” he said, chuckling as he mused. “I really feel like I know you from somewhere.”

I stiffened, my steps faltering slightly, and as I stumbled slightly into the water Jimin was quick to reach my side, wrapping a strong arm around my waist. He stared down at me with wide eyes. I blinked up at him, unable to do much else, and watched the moonlight run gently through his disheveled hair, touching his skin, featherlight. Why did I envy the moon as I looked at him that way, awash in its glow? Was I becoming too greedy?

He scanned me, supporting my body as I regained my footing. “Are you okay?” he asked.

Had he always been so handsome? Soft features, kind eyes, flushed cheeks. I took my lower lip between my teeth to keep from saying something I’d regret, but as his eyes fell there I quickly released it and cleared my throat. “I…I’m fine.”

But even though I’d stopped biting them, he continued staring at my lips. I wasn’t sure why my body felt so very hot. The alcohol, surely. Surely, surely. I felt his breath fan across my cheeks as he exhaled and watched his smoldering eyes as they worked over my face. What about this body had him so focused? This strange body.

“Say,” he said, his hand firm against my waist despite my restored balance. Carefully, he brushed his fingers against my cheek, smoothing the hair out of my face. “Do you think Jungkook is serious? About liking you?”

I cleared my throat and glanced away, down towards the endless sand beneath our feet. “I think he felt very grateful to me.”

“But do you think he likes you?” he repeated, wrapping his second arm around my waist, letting his hands settle lowly on my back. “Likes you likes you?”

I furrowed my brows and stared at his chest as it rose and fell before me. “I suppose not,” I said. “He’s very young. Those feelings tend to come and go quickly at that age.”

“You’re nearly the same age, aren’t you?” he asked.

I set my lips thin. Sure, nearly the same age. Give or take three-hundred years or so. “I…I suppose so.”

He sighed and softly pulled me closer by the hips, almost too close to breathe. “I don’t really like that.”

At this, I finally looked up at him and found him staring into my eyes already. He smiled slightly and tilted his head to the side. “E…excuse me?”

He nodded, and it was clear by the way his eyes went heavy that he was still intoxicated. “I know I don’t look like it, but I can be kinda scary when I’m mad, okay?” he asked, chuckling. The sound was enchanting in my ears, so soft.

“Why would you be mad?” I asked.

He swayed us back and forth slightly and smiled. “I dunno,” he said, then laughed and leaned down close to me. “Why does it make me feel kinda mad?”

I shook my head as he pressed his forehead against mine. “I don’t know either.”

He hummed and met my eyes with his hooded ones. He tilted his head slightly and leaned closer to me, still smiling just enough to confuse me. His face was so close I could see every detail on his skin. His hands moved slowly up and down my sides and, for a moment, I became lost in the sensation of it all. His touch, something which I never even dared to dream of feeling, the warmth of his eyes on me. Why had I let myself become this way? Weeks ago I’d have been perfectly content just watching him, invisible, unseen, unknown. But now…having him simply look at me didn’t feel like enough. I wasn’t sure what, but I craved something more.

I shut my eyes, a reflex I wasn’t familiar with, and rested my hands on the firm expanse of his chest. I could feel him close to me, feel the ghost of his lips lingering so close to mine, feel the puff of his breath on my scorching skin. And just as I felt I might find relief, a frigid, tall wave crashed against our calves and nearly knocked us down. Jimin caught me before I fell, but the bottoms of the pants I’d worn were chilly and heavy with ocean water. I gaped down at them, then turned my attention to him.

But as I looked up at him, I only saw his laughing face, eyes pressed into crescents with the force of his grin. As if nothing at all had happened, he released my waist and began walking back up the beach towards the street and the cliff and the town atop it. All I could do was watch his back retreat, left alone on the beach with wet pants and burning cheeks and a pounding heart and a new sensation I couldn’t quite name.

And he walked up ahead, his laugh echoing around the peaceful, navy-tinted beach.

[this-is-elements]

이십 팔---28

June 24, 2016

08:15

Seoul, South Korea 

SM Entertainment 

   “This group will be six members, in the end,” Kim Injung, the manager of this new group, who would also help put it together. “For now, there are only five of you; we are still in search for the perfect person to be the completion for this group.” 

   Dae sat down in one of the comfortable chairs in one of SM’s finest conference rooms. Sejun was seated to her right. Across from her was the boy she had auditioned a few days before---Jaesun. It felt odd to be in the same group as someone you auditioned, and she decided that it probably felt weird for Jaesun to be put into a group with the person who auditioned him. At the very least, he should not give her any trouble, since Dae was the one who ensured his passing of the audition.

   Speaking of auditions, Dae and Sejun had both passed theirs with flying colors. They were told that there was no need for their time to be wasted with general training that they didn’t need. Apparently, Jaesun hadn’t had a need for it, either. 

  The others at the table were people who Dae somewhat recognized. A small girl with a skinny nose, who had been a trainee for at least seven months. The other girl was beautiful, to say the least. She did not necessarily have a big build, but it was larger than that of the girl’s beside her. 

   The larger girl had been training for over a year; Dae knew that much. 

   “Your group is going to have a very tough time,” Injong continued. “You are co-ed, you have foreign members, your concept is unique, you are versatile, musically, and from what I can tell, your personalities are unique, too. These factors will be loved by some, hated by others. You must learn to handle this. You must show your true personality, but know when enough is enough. You are allowed to be genuine, but please act decent. Handle your tempers, control your tears. Now, I will leave you five be.” 

   Dae and Sejun exchanged glances.

   “It is important that you all become friends, and that you get to know each other. That is nearly as important as you all being able to sing or dance.” 

   With that, he exited the room. Their stares moved around the room, until someone bravely decided to speak. 

   “My name is Park Eunhae,” the beautiful girl announced. “I’m from Busan. I’m twenty-one years old.” 

   “I’m Moon Sejun,” he spoke up, to Dae’s surprise. “I’m from Seoul. I’m twenty-one years old, too.” 

   “When were you born?” The girl, Eunhae asked.

   “June 16, 1995.” 

   “Oh,” she said. “I was born in 1996.” 

   “My name is Kim Jaesun, or Simon, where I’m from. I grew up in Seattle, which is in the United States.  English is my first language, and I never spoke Korean much until moving here.”

   “I’m Kim Dae. That’s all--there’s no extra syllable. I am from Johannesburg, South Africa. I did speak Korean there. I speak English, too. I also speak Afrikaans. I’m eighteen years old.”

   The small girl looked up from the table to find everyone’s eyes on her. 

   “My name’s Wu Jihyun,” she began. “I’m from Shanghai, China. I speak Mandarin and Korean fluently. My birthday is October ninth, 1997.” 

   Simon made a little noise, which made the attention be turned to him. He stared back at everyone for a second. “I just can’t believe she’s older than me, that’s all.” He shrugged. 

   Eunhae let out a soft chuckle, which earned her a glare from Simon. 

   “I wasn’t,” she began, putting a hand to her mouth, weakly trying to suppress her laughter. “I wasn’t laughing.” 

Masterlist

[knkbrazil]

[ARTIGO] "Park Seungjun de KNK parece excepcionalmente bonito apesar de ser uma foto em preto e branco."

"Park Seungjun de KNK, beleza que pode ser vista mesmo em fotos em preto e branco.

[Repórter Yang InJung] O visual do Park Seungjun de KNK está em um outro nível. Semana passada, no dia 11, Park Seungjun postou na rede social oficial do grupo, "O clima está tão bom~ essa semana mais uma vez fightin-kerbell" junto com a foto. Na foto postada, Park Seungjun olha para a câmera e faz pose. Seu visual impressionante em particular capturou a atenção dos internautas. A foto foi respondida de várias formas, como "oppa fighting para essa semana também" "fiiiggghhhtttttiiinnngg". KNK debutou em março de 2016 com 'KNOCK' Em seu debut, eles foram escolhidos como parte dos "grupos de Kpop promissores que debutaram na primeira metade de 2016" pela Billboard Americana. 

[x]

[gaymer-hag-stan]

On the 30th of June, nine years ago, T-ara released their second EP, John Travolta Wanna Be, featuring Roly-Poly as the lead track.

Roly-Poly became a massive hit, one of the most successful K-pop girl group singles to date, and is arguably T-ara's most famous track!

[rubybunnii]

[mujehan-a]

introducing...

               YEONEO ENTERTAINMENT | 연어 ENT.

--- commonly known as salmon entertainment by international fans, it sounds like a crazy name but it definitely has a bit of an inspiring backstory. the ceo is a avid fisher and a lover of the salmon fish ( duh ) but their reason for why they named the company as SALMON is as simple as this:

“salmon is often born upstream before migrating downstream...when it’s time to mate and reproduce, they swim against the current to get back to the place they were born. they’ll make harsh jumps up the waterfall and fight against the current just to get HOME and for them, to get back there must be the most satisfying feeling as their children get to see their parents’ home.

the salmon are persistent, they never give up and they fight against the current...

i named the company, YEONEO, after the salmon for that exact reason. i want my stars to be persistent, to shine bright and to fight against the mainstream. it may be a strange name but my heart is in the right place. it’s going to be a hard fight in the entertainment industry but i don’t want my stars to give up when they meet an obstacle, i want them to fight through it so the kids in the future can see the road they paved.”

this entertainment company has produced several stars...and has several trainees. they strive to the best and only the best, even then, they go beyond.

idols that have come from this company includes:

X-OUT [ 7 member idol group | undebuted ] - currently only 3 members ( wonho, youngjin and taewon )

A.LUNA [ 6 member band | debuted ] - guilong ( bass ), tadashi ( drums )

Lost.Boys [ 2 member group | in the process of debuting ] - peter pan ( injung ) and #thirteen ( jaesun )

actors

park seunghae -- has been in some movies and dramas, has not taken a lead role yet

because i cannot make graphics for my life, there is none for this company. this is a slight collective for my celeb muses and i will continue to add if i add more idol/actor/mc muses to my roster. i just figured i’d stick everyone into one group....but yeah...thanks

[helloluckybouquetbearus]

Idols mostly go by their stage names while promoting as an artist, to help differentiate them in an industry as big as K-Pop. As many birth names overlap or are no longer favourable to them, many idols end up changing their birth names as well! Here are 12 K-Pop idols who legally changed their birth names to ones they believed were better suited for them! 1. TWICE’s Jihyo    Many fans know that TWICE‘s Jihyo was initially named Park Jisoo! But prior to SIXTEEN, the survival show that created TWICE, she decided to legally change her name from Jisoo to Jihyo, and has been promoting under the name for her whole career!      2. Apink’s Eunji    Apink‘s Jung Eunji was born Jung Hyerim. She changed it after a fortune-telling session, and has been promoting under her changed birth name, Jung Eunji, for her entire career!   3. BLACKPINK’s Lisa    BLACKPINK‘s Lisa is another idol who decided to change her name after a fortune-telling session! Born Pranpriya Manoban, she soon changed it to Lalisa Manoban, which spawned her stage name, “Lisa”!      4. Kang Daniel    Kang Daniel was born Kang Eui Geon, but decided to change his name to “Daniel”. He made the decision to change his birth name after he realised that most people around him had a hard time pronouncing his original name.      5. Super Junior’s Yesung    Super Junior‘s Yesung changed his name from Kim Jongwoon to Kim Jonghoon in 2016. Actually, it wasn’t him that changed his name- it was his mother! She decided to change his name to Jonghoon because she believed the name was not favourable for him, and had it changed by herself; eventually telling Yesung she changed it around three months later!   6. NCT 127’s Jaehyun    NCT 127‘s Jaehyun also had his birth name legally changed! His current stage name is actually his birth name; he changed his birth name from Jung Jaehyun to Jung Yoon Oh!      7. Yoon Jisung    The former leader of Wanna One is another idol who changed his name legally! Yoon Jisung was born Yoon Byeong Ok, and after changing his name, he has also been promoting with it for his entire career!      8. Former T-ARA member Soyeon    Former T-ARA member Soyeon was born Park Injung, but as long as she’s been active as an idol, has ever only gone by Soyeon!      9. MONSTA X’s Joohoney    MONSTA X‘s Joohoney has changed his birth name twice! He was initially named Lee Hojoon, then Lee Jihwan, and finally settled on Lee Jooheon! He changed his name multiple times as he faced many hardships, and believed that his name brought him bad luck. He also promoted as an idol under “Jooheon” for a while, but then changed it to “Joohoney” as he thought it would be easier for fans to pronounce!      10. Oh My Girl’s YooA    Oh My Girl‘s YooA is another idol who has legally change her birth name! She was initially named Yoo Yeonjoo, but then changed her name to Yoo Shiah, which fits perfectly with her stage name!   11. Former SPICA member Park Sihyun    Former SPICA member Park Sihyun was originally n by Korea Stars TV

[triptychexe]

TITLE: The Parks

SUMMARY: Teo spends time with his grandmother and mom for the first time since he debuted. 

GENRE: Soft, wholesome, some light comedy  PAIRING: None WORD COUNT: 1.2k WARNINGS: His grandmother makes a comment about him looking too thin/questions him about his diet. Injung’s mom lectures him on drug use at one point too. At the end Asa makes a suggestive comment about Teo’s mom because he’s a whore.

SPRING 2015

“You’re too thin!” Teo’s grandmother scolded the minute he walked down the front steps of his dorm building. 

“Do they have you on one of those diets?” Grandma Park shook her head, taking her grandson into her arms for a hug. “So thin…”

“Grandma, I’m okay. Really. No starvation diets are allowed at HBH.” Injung reminded his grandmother, pecking her on the cheek. “We’re both just worried about you.” Injung’s mother smiled, her eyes crinkling with the curve of her lips. “I missed you, honey.”

Teo let his mom hug him tightly, patting the back of his head. He personally thought his family was being a little dramatic. They hadn’t seen each other in a few months, but it wasn’t like Teo had enlisted or anything. “So, where are the other boys? Are they doing okay?” Teo’s mother pulled away, looking behind Teo at the looming dorm building. 

“You’re asking for my group mates? Mom, I’m right here.” Teo extended his arms, mocking offense. Injung’s mom swatted at her son’s arm, making a tisking noise. 

“Daehyun and Asahiko are my extended sons. You can’t blame me for worrying about them too.” She reasoned. “Plus, they may want to join us for lunch.” “Not when I’m paying.” Teo reminded them, giving his mom a wink. “I got my second paycheck last week. Lunch is on me.” 

The restaurant that Teo decided to take his family to had outdoor seating that looked over the city of Seoul. The weather was just right from on top of the building. Minimal wind and sunny skies. “Injung, help your grandmother work this phone!” Injung’s grandmother complained, the smartphone that Injung bought her last month held in her hands, her eyes squinting at the screen. She was trying to take a picture of her grandson and daughter, but her inexperience with technology was making the task difficult. “Grandma, it’s the white circle at the bottom of the screen.” Injung responded patiently, trying to hold his smile in place while his grandmother figured out her new phone.

“Okay, ready… one, two, three!” His grandmother grinned, finally snapping a picture of Teo and his mother. “Oh, so precious.” Teo looked at the photo and smiled. He missed being with his family and it showed. The smile on his face was so genuine, it warmed his own heart.

“Can you post that on instagram?” His mother asked curiously. “I’ve been looking at all the pictures you boys have been taking. You looked like an adult in those teaser photos!” 

Teo felt his cheeks flush red. Sometimes he forgets that people actually look at the super-dramatic photos that he is in. “Yeah, I can post these on Instagram. I think my fans will appreciate them.” Injung grinned, thinking of all the comments he will receive later when he posts the picture. 

The three of them put away their phones to listen to Injung updating him on his life. They beamed with pride when Injung explained the rush of adrenaline that he receives every time he finishes a live performance. 

“It’s crazy… It’s like some sort of drug has been injected straight into my veins.” Injung shook his head in amazement, still not believing his own reality. 

His mother arched her eyebrow, placing the iced tea in her hand down on the table. “You’re not into that scene, are you? If I find out that my son is shooting up or snorting something I swear on all that is holy...” 

Teo raised his hands in surrender. “Woah, mom, calm down. I’m not doing drugs. My company does not allow that.” 

Injung’s mother didn’t look convinced, her eyebrow still raised. “And I’m not interested. I have other ways of coping.” Injung assured. His mother gave a satisfied huff before taking a sip of her tea. Grandma Park rolled her eyes. “Injung’s a smart boy. He’s not going to waste his time with drugs.” The elderly woman shook her head. “Besides, he wouldn’t want to look like a druggie in front of all those beautiful people that he works with.” His grandmother leaned forward, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“Have you met anyone special?” His grandmother asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Teo nearly spit his drink out. “Grandma!” He exclaimed through coughs, trying to clear his airway from the beverage he was drinking. Why was it that his grandmother cared more about his love life than his actual career? 

“You’re surrounded by attractive individuals all the time! If I was you, I’d be going after a nice vocalist. You two would make very talented babies.” His grandmother teased, chuckling to herself as she watched her grandson cover his flushed cheeks with his hands. Injung’s mother laughed at how pink her son had gotten.

“No, grandma, I have not met anyone yet.” Injung responded. “Yet.” His mother nodded. “You’ll meet someone when the time is right.” “Yes, you can’t force a connection. I tried to force something with your mess of a grandfather, look where that ended.” Grandma rolled her eyes. “I didn’t even get that much money out of the divorce.” 

“Mom,” Injung’s mother warned. Grandma Park waved away the comment with her hand. “Anyways, let’s get some wine for the table, shall we?” 

After a few empty glasses and plates full of expensive food, the Park clan made their way back to HBH to drop Injung off. 

“You guys can come visit any time, you know.” Injung reminded them. “I’m busy, but I’m not too busy for you.” 

Injung’s mother cupped her son’s cheek, a proud smile on her face. “You’re doing such a good job, honey. We couldn’t be more proud of you.” “Yes, we’re very proud.” Injung’s grandmother affirmed, coming forward to pet her grandson’s hair. “We love you very much, Injung.” 

Injung felt his throat tighten, and he was sure that his eyes were watering. “Oh, don’t tear up.” His grandmother chuckled. “You’re a Park. Park’s don’t cry over little things like this.” 

Injung took a deep breath, steadying himself. “You’re right. I just missed you.” “We missed you too, baby.” Injung’s mom smiled. “We’ll visit you more frequently from now on, okay?” “Okay.” Injung responded.

“Alright. This was a fun afternoon but I have a doctor’s appointment in an hour.” Injung’s grandmother clapped her hands together. “I wonder how they’ll react when they test my blood and pick up all the alcohol I just consumed with my lunch.” 

Injung laughed, his sadness melting away. “Just tell them you were partying with Triptych’s Teo.” He teased. “Oooh, good idea.” Grandma Park pointed at her grandson with a smile on her face. 

He watched as his family got into the car and pulled away from HBH’s headquarters. He waited until their car was out of sight before entering the building, feeling a little empty inside with the absence of his family. 

In the lobby, Asa was leaning against the secretary’s desk, chatting to the unamused elderly secretary, Son Youngja. 

“Hey, was that your mom?” Asa asked, thrusting a thumb towards the door. 

“Yeah.” Teo nodded.

“I haven’t seen her in so long.” “Me either.” Teo dryly chuckled. “She’s still hot, though.” Asa grinned. Teo made a gagging noise before shoving his friend. Youngja gave Asa her trademark look of disgust, Asa let out a barking laugh. “Youngja, I’m just kidding!” Asahiko insisted. “And you wonder why I never gave you my granddaughter’s number. So disrespectful.” Youngja shook her head in disapproval. This launched Asahiko and Youngja into a debate about Asa’s manners.

Teo couldn’t help but grin. His biological family may not always be around, but his family here was just as familiar. 

[astresung-archived-blog]

- ̗̀  SHIP MASTERLIST!

  you probably know by now that this is a masterlist of all my ships with my muses , & spots currently available. updated :  12/18/18

- ̗̀   open!

JOOWON. MULTISHIP.

- HAYASHI EMI  //  @bloomedhearts -  reserved  //  @herayth -  n/a

JEONG SANGHOON. multiship.

- reserved  //  @herayth - n/a - n/a

KWAN WOOSEOK. multiship.

- IM NAYOUNG // @ncxsidus - RYU SUNGKI // @herayth - n/a

LEE JIN.  multiship.

-  BENJI //  @bloomedhearts -  reserved // @herayth -  n/a

SEO TAEMIN. multiship.

- MOON ZEKE // @ncxsidus - JUNG SUNAE // @herayth - n/a

LUI CHAO. multiship.

- KWANG SUNGMIN // @ncxsidus - reserved //  @herayth - n/a

NOVEMBER. dual-ship. 

- reserved //  @herayth - n/a

DOYONG & DURI. duel-ship. 

- CRESS NOH  //  @herayth​ - n/a

JUGEUM. dual-ship.

- reserved //  @herayth​ - n/a

SATURDAY. dual-ship.

- reserved //  @herayth​ - n/a

JEONGAE. dual-ship.

- reserved //  @herayth​ - n/a

- ̗̀   closed!!

JOUNG “TEDDY” YORI. singleship.

- LUKE LEE HWAN // @astrebled

TSOI HOSEOK. duel-ship/closed.

- KIM TAESEOK // @bloomedhearts​ - JO TAEWON  //  @ncxsidus​

AHN MINSEON. singleship.

- PARK GAYEON // @ncxsidus

DAEYANG. singleship.

- HWAN  //  @ncxsidus

SEONG JUNHO. singleship.

- NAE MINHO.  // @astrebled

SUNNY/HELIOS. singleship.

- ICARUS. // @astrebled

KIM TAEIL.  singleship.

- GU KANGMIN // @ncxsidus

YEO SEONGJAE. singleship.

- JUNG DAEWON // @ncxsidus

BAE JUNGSUK. dual-ship.

-  IM ILHWA // @ofestars​ -  reserved  //  @herayth​

CHOI YOUNGJAE. singleship.

- RYAN KATSUMOTO /  @ncxsidus

KANG YOONBIN.  singleship.

-  IM YOUNG / @ncxsidus

HUI YUNRU. singleship.

- EVERETT MILLER // @ncxsidus

??? NOBODY. singleship.

-  reserved  //  @herayth

SEONG NAOHIRO. singleship.

- MIN ILSUNG  //  @herayth

YOON KIMOON.  singleship.

- KIM HANEUL  //  @ncxsidus

MIN SOOWON. singleship.

- LEE SEJOO  //  @herayth​

KIM BENJAMIN. singleship.

-  JUPITER  //  @herayth​

TROJAN ( MOOSUNG )  singleship.

- AHN YOUNGMIN  //  @herayth​

BAE JUNGSUK. multiship/closed. 

-  YEE SOORI // @crvsaded -  IM ILHWA // @ofestars​ - reserved  //  @herayth​

ARCHIE. singleship.

- reserved  //  @herayth​

KIM HYUNGSOO. singleship.

- KO AERYUNG  //  @herayth

SEOK MINCHUL. singleship.

- MIN HYUNSIK  //  @herayth

SEOK MINSUNG. singleship.

- CHOI INJUNG  //  @herayth

SEOK EUNWOO. singleship.

- LIM HAYOON  //  @herayth

HO HOON. singleship.

- BOK KIYOUNG  //  @ncxsidus

JEONG JUNGNIM. singleship.

- LEE HYEMI  //  @herayth

ONG MIYOUNG. singleship.

- KWAK TAEHEE  //  @herayth

HAEJOO. singleship.

- KANNIKA ANUPAT  //  @herayth

HWAN DONGWOO. singleship.

- MOON HWAYOUNG //  @herayth​

LEE SEJUN. singleship.

- SONG NAYEON //   @herayth​

SEUNGWOO. singleship.

-  JO YONGSUN  //   @herayth​

LIM JINYOUNG. singleship.

-  AHN HAEWON  //   @herayth​

CHAE SEOHYO. singleship.

-  JAMES MAENG  //  @ncxsidus

KYO KITAE. singleship.

-  DO TAEHYUNG  //  @herayth

SEUNGWOO. singleship.

-  JO YONGSUN  //   @herayth​

JEONG SEUNGJU. singleship.

-  LEE SOOAH  //   @herayth​

BAEK JIMIN. singleship.

-  KIM JIEUN  //   @herayth​

YUNG HUNJU. singleship.

-  SEO HEEJUN //   @herayth​

GWANG MYUNJIN. singleship.

-  HONG DAESUNG  //   @herayth​

RYUNG YOOSUNG. singleship.

-  KWON MINKI  //   @herayth​

HUDU. singleship.

-  SON BYEONGCHUL  //   @herayth​

[mountphoenix-ads]

:: ＷＡＮＴＥＤ ＡＴ ＭＯＵＮＴ ＰＨＯＥＮＩＸ ::

Welcome to Mount Phoenix, the metropolis city of the Gods.

Situated off the coast of Korea is an island that no human has ever laid eyes on. Almost a moment out of reality, the metropolis of Mount Phoenix sits like a gleaming crown against the horizon.

Ruled by a council of deities from several of the great pantheons, the city was created to serve as the home to children of the Gods who were left with no place to call their own. A safe haven and port of rest where demigods could live without worry of persecution and danger.

But in a city of the all powerful, a new breed of problems brew that the world of man could never comprehend. Watch your step, young demigod, and enter your new home.

ＨＯＭＥ | ＭＡＳＴＥＲＬＩＳＴ | ＲＵＬＥＳ | ＰＯＷＥＲＳ