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Alternate Reality Nightmares: Part 3- Dinner with Doubles

Description: You end up in an alternate reality with your bias when you got lost trying to get out, and things definitely aren’t the same here as they are where you’re from. Namjoon x Reader.

Warnings: Issues

Posted: 04/02/2019

Tags: Namjoon, Reader X Namjoon, AlternateReality!AU, BTS, Some Namjin

Angst: 8,518 words

A/N: So, it’s a bit of a mess. I was catching mistakes even as I posted it, but it’s been forever and a day since I posted and I want to keep my word. Anyway, I’ve finally done some writing today. Now I’m off to do homework. Hope you guys enjoy this for a while since it’s all I’ve got. Also let me know if you’re interested in the story of how the group in the alternate reality got together, cuz I’m juggling ideas in a document right now. Or anything else you might be curious about since this is a cool universe. Pretty much just come talk to me because I’m bored and I feel like I’m posting this on a spaceship where only the crew read it.

Suga looked at the ring he was wearing with some doubt. “So, do we have to say something?”

You were reading over the note one more time. “We just need to join hands, it looks like.” You tucked the note in your jacket. You were wearing nicer clothes now since you were going to the dinner in the other dimension. You’d be lying if you didn’t feel a little awkward around the others since you knew them, but not them in particular. You were excited to see their counterparts and Namjoon was excited to show the others this world he experienced.

His members were hesitant, but willing.

V was the most excited, his curiosity peaked and sense of adventure rising.

They had all been more than happy to meet you, especially when they knew you spoke Korean.

Now it was quiet as you all stood in the dining room.

Namjoon took your hand, smiling softly.

You smiled back, glancing to your other side, sort of nervous.

Jin had switched places with Suga, and took your hand with a friendly smile.

You relaxed and nodded as the other boys hesitantly joined hands.

The rings glow took over the room until you had to shut your eyes, then when you could tell the light had receded, you peeked out.

A door flew open behind you, and this universe’s Jungkook grinned. “You’re here!” He ran over and hugged you. “It worked!”

You pulled away, giving him a look that asked why there were doubts.

He blinked sheepishly. “We were 96% certain, but we had no way of knowing unless they were actually tested. If it helps, we knew they wouldn’t kill you.”

“That does help,” you replied as he greeted Namjoon.

Then he stared at his double from your world, while said double did the same with the same look on his face. Shook.

Taehyung got closer, studying both Jungkooks and then the native fashions and the strange markings. “Daebak.”

“Jungkookie, why don’t you lead the way down?” You suggested, gently diverting his gaze and attention.

He nodded, glancing back.

Your head hurt trying to find ways to help keep everyone straight in your head. It was easy enough for those with stage names that differed from their actual names like Suga, V, RM and J-Hope. But Jimin, Jin, and Jungkook were problematic.

“Do we all have those markings?” Taehyung asked, falling in step beside you.

You nodded. “They’re all different and somehow relate to your gifts. Hoseok has them on his face, Yoongi on his hands and arms. You’ll see. Oh, and remember that this universe’s Seokjin is blind.”

There were murmurs of confirmation.

“How is Seokjin?” Namjoon asked. “He was just gaining his strength back.”

“Yeah, I’ve been worried about him,” you murmured. He’d become a friend to you while he was recovering.

Jungkook flashed you both a smile. “He’s slowly getting better. There was an…incident and it set him back a bit but he’s able to go short distances with the braces and walker. Once he’s got some more strength back he’ll start using crutches instead of the walker. He…well, he’ll probably never be able to get rid of the braces.” Jungkook’s gaze dropped to the floor as he paused at a door. “There was just too much damage to his body.”

“How’s he handling it?” You asked.

“He’s determined. He wants to gain as much independence as possible. Still, some days are harder than others. He’s excited for you to be visiting,” Jungkook finally said, taking your hand and squeezing it.

You squeezed back, smiling as well. “I’ve missed you all.”

He finally opened the door and you all walked out into the living room. “Hyungs! Y/n is here and she brought them!” He jogged off to gather his brothers.

Yoongi has been in the kitchen, and he came out with a grin. “Hey! You got the invitation!” Then the smile dropped as he stared in shock at Suga.

Suga stared back.

Hoseok came down the stairs. “Y/n! Namjoon!” He hugged both of you at the same time while you heard J-Hope and Jimin gasp. Then he seemed to notice the others and chuckled. “You’re right, Joon, it’s weird.”

Namjoon had slipped in and clapped RM on the shoulder, then kissed your forehead by way of greeting. “We’ve missed you both. It is weird, but a cool weird. So, last we talked you two were still…separate.”

“The last few months have been…rough,” you said, looking to RM.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “We’re together now. Maybe not bound in our souls, but as close as we can be.”

“Good, less drama,” Yoongi snorted, folding his arms and still staring at Suga. “If we had to sit through a whole dinner with you two still dancing around each other I think drastic measures would have had to be taken.”

RM just smiled in embarrassment. “Well, I had to chase her.”

Hoseok laughed. “You left him in his country and cut all ties, didn’t you?”

You nodded.

He shrieked with laughter. “Told you! I’ll be collecting after dinner.”

Yoongi and Namjoon groaned and grumbled.

“What are they groaning about now, Hoseok-ah?” Seokjin asked as Jungkook and Jimin set his wheelchair down at the bottom of the stairs.

“We won the bet, she ran away from RM when they got back.” Hoseok went over taking over pushing the wheelchair as Jungkook dealt with an awestruck Jimin.

Seokjin smiled. “Y/n?”

“Hi, Seokjin-oppa,” you dropped a kiss on his cheek. “You look like you’re feeling a lot better. The boys are taking good care of you?”

“They are,” he caught your hand and squeezed it with a bright smile. His eyes travelled sightlessly over the other boys. “And I assume you didn’t come alone?”

“RM is with me, and the others from my universe,” you told him, sitting in the chair beside him. “How is Namjoon treating you?”

Namjoon turned bright red as he grinned with embarrassment.

Seokjin laughed softly. “He’s protective, but he takes care of me so well.”

Namjoon ducked down and placed a kiss on Seokjin’s lips. “Your soul is mine.”

The other boys eyes were practically bulging.

RM smiled and took the seat next to you, having greeted the last of the boys from this reality. “We better figure out how to keep everyone straight before we eat.”

Namjoon looked to you. “Your thoughts?”

You bit your lip, then took a deep breath. “For some it’s easier than others. RM, Suga, and J-Hope are the easiest to differentiate.” You gesture to them in turn. “Suga for our Yoongi, and J-Hope for our Hoseok. The our Taehyung also goes by V, so we can use that too. It’s the last three that pose the problem. It’s different for me because I can use nicknames for you all but I don’t know them well enough while they have the opposite problem.”

RM gently kissed your temple.

The Jungkook of this reality finally shrugged. “I’ll go by JK, as long as he goes by Jungkook.”

Jungkook frowned a bit, but nodded.

Jimin from your reality put his hand up like he was in a classroom. “Christian ChimChim.”

You nodded, looking to this Jimin for confirmation.

He nodded, head tilted curiously.

Which left the Seokjins.

Everyone looked between the two, looking uncertain.

This worlds Seokjin glanced blindly up at Namjoon. “I guess you all could just call me Sujin.”

“You sure Hyung?” Jimin asked softly, trying to exchange a concerned look with Taehyung to then realize it was V that he was looking at. He looked around wildly, then koala-d his Taehyung.

Jin nodded. “It’ll make things easier.”

You frowned slightly, looking questioningly at Namjoon, only to see him struggling to suppress a glare.

“Or they could all just call me SJ.” The other Jin offered, seeming to notice the tension in the room. He had a grip on J-Hope’s arm, looking between Hoseok and Namjoon.

“Are you sure?”

SJ nodded, then cleared his throat. “Sorry, yeah. I’m sure. Please just call me SJ.”

Yoongi visibly relaxed, dropping into a seat as Hoseok and Namjoon relaxed from their almost deadly state.

Seokjin dipped his head. “If you’re sure.”

“He’s sure,” JK piped up quickly. “We’re all sure. Hoseok-Hyung, is the food ready?”

Hoseok nodded sharply. “You and Jimin get everyone’s drinks. Yoongi and Taehyung set the table.” He strode back into the kitchen with Yoongi and Taehyung following behind him.

“Sit, please,” Namjoon told the others after the drink orders had been collected. “It’ll take them a while to do all of that. I’m sure you have questions.”

ChimChim looked at Jin, then Namjoon. “So…you two…are…”

“Our souls are bonded,” Jin finished the thought. “Which isn’t necessarily a romantic thing, but for us it is. Which is fortunate because if the bond was broken I would die.”

Namjoon shuddered and pressed a kiss to the top of Jin’s head. “You almost died even with it, idiot.”

“But I didn’t. And I haven’t. And as long as we continue being careful, I shouldn’t.”

RM chuckled lightly. “You two better stop. We know how long a debate like this could last and frankly, your way of ending them might end all chances of interesting conversation from my members.”

Jin laughed. “He’s blushing, isn’t he?”

You glanced at Namjoon. “Oh yes.”

Jin just grinned, chuckling softly.

SJ gave RM a slightly terrified look.

RM shrugged and wrapped his arm around your waist. “I’m not going to hit on you, Hyung.  You’re my brother. Nothing more.”

Jin’s eyes flashed silver and he went rigid.

You dropped in front of him, catching him as he slumped over.

Namjoon cursed and checked his eyes. “Come on, Jinnie.”

Jin gasped in a breath, his markings glowing for a moment along with his eyes. “Joon!”

“It’s okay, I’m here,” Namjoon said softly.

“Fire!” Jin breathed, clutching at Namjoon and You.

You exchanged a confused look with Namjoon.

Then all hell broke loose in the kitchen.

“Oh shit! Hyung!” Jimin hollered.

Hoseok rushed back into the kitchen.

“I don’t suppose you guys have pizza places, do you?” You asked, looking towards the kitchen as the chaos got louder and Jin sort of passed out.

“What’s pizza?”

“Um, well,” you looked at RM, both of you at a loss for how to explain it.

“It’s Italian,” V offered.

“But not actually, it’s really very American.” You frowned as you tried to think of how to describe it.

“American?” Namjoon asked.

“Right, um…the country I’m from doesn’t exist as it does there. Um…” you ran a hand through your hair. “So there’s a sort of bread in a disk shape with a tomato sauce and cheese and pepperoni. Which is a spiced sort of…sausage? Anyway, they combine to make something heavenly we like to call pizza and there are many variations, but essentially thin bread with sauce and cheese.” “So, maybe we should go there and bring some pizza back?” RM suggested, smoothing the hair you had messed up. “That could work,” You said, looking to Namjoon. He nodded. “We’ll have to treat you some other time. Sounds like they’re in chaos.” “We just have to press the rings together for two to travel, right?” Suga asked, looking at his magic, teleportation ring. “Two of us could go back and get the pizza, then return.” Namjoon nodded. “That’s how they work.” Yoongi looked up at SJ. “Come with me?” SJ nodded. RM’s eyes widened. “You want me to go?” SJ shook his head. “I can do it. Um—” “In the kitchen, the drawer by the fridge has the menu for the pizza place that delivers to the house. Get five pizzas,” You told him. Yoongi nodded. “We’ll be back, then.” They put their rings together and disappeared with a shimmer of dark purple and teal, the same colors as JK’s and Namjoon’s hair, respectively. You’d figured out that their magic was the same colors as their hair, which was actually because the magic was reflected in their hair as well as the markings on their skin. The markings also got more numerous or elaborate with their training and accomplishments. The location of their markings only seemed significant if they were healers, which seemed to be the only group that had markings on their hands. There were other types of users who had them on their arms (Hoseok and Namjoon had the markings on their arms), but only healers had them on their hands. “So…magic?” Jungkook asked, sitting down in the spot that Suga had been sitting in. Namjoon nodded, but his gaze was on Jin, looking worried. “Jinnie, wake up.” Yoongi slid over, checking Jin, eyebrows furrowing. “Don’t, Yoongi. It always causes you pain.” “But…” His hands closed into fists. “That’s what I’m supposed to do.” You gently removed yourself from RM’s hold, slipping in front of Namjoon and Jin, checking Jin’s pulse. “We have time before the pizza gets here. You should go give him some treatment.” Namjoon sighed and nodded. “At least let me try to heal him a little, Joon,” Yoongi pleaded, deflating slightly. “Yoo—” You caught Namjoon’s wrist, arching an eyebrow. He looked back for a moment, then nodded. “Only a little, only if it doesn’t cause you pain.” You released his wrist, standing and going back to RM’s side. You watched as Yoongi frowned, his eyes closed and hands lightly placed on Jin. His markings glowed with a warm light, but within seconds he snatched his hands away with a wince of pain, his gaze guilty and defeated. His markings looked like they were white around the edges. Namjoon placed a hand on his shoulder. “You tried. Thank you.” Yoongi nodded, looking away from both of them. Namjoon picked Jin up and carried him out of the room. Taehyung stepped after them a bit, then looked at Yoongi in confusion. “What happened?” “Hyung’s magic acted up, Namjoon is going to give him a treatment.” Yoongi wouldn’t look at the younger man, rubbing his hands and wrists. Taehyung hopped over and dropped next to him, wrapping his arms around the older’s shoulders. “I’m sorry you couldn’t help him. If you want to be useful, Jimin got a couple burns.” “Aish!” Yoongi broke out of Taehyung’s grasp and ignored the complaints at the loss of contact as he darted into the kitchen. V sat next to his double. “What kind of magic do you do?” Taehyung smiled, and his voice came from the other side of the room. “I can do quite a few things.” He laughed softly, his voice coming from his mouth again. “But most of it is tied to my voice. I haven’t explored the full extent of my magic yet. I have to work up to that.” “Really? That’s so cool!” JK came in, glancing around. “Where’s Namjoon and Jin?” “Room. Jin passed out,” Yoongi explained shortly. “S-suga and their Jin went to get food from their realm since you all destroyed ours.” Hoseok had come back in and heard them. “Not all, Jimin and Taehyung. I worked hard on that dinner,” He grumbled, sitting down deftly on the chair and examining the boys. He scoffed lightly. “So, in your realm, you go by J-Hope.” J-Hope nodded slowly. “I wanted to be their hope.” “Aren’t you a music group?” “Yeah.” “So how exactly do you bring people hope?” Hoseok asked, sounding skeptical. J-Hope hesitated, looking at his double with slight trepidation. “Their lyrics and melodies, the messages they promote with their music. That’s how. And they promote charities. Besides, the only hope you bring is to your fellow soldiers. Or, it was.” You gestured to the markings on his face. He smiled a little sheepishly. “Point taken.” Jungkook frowned slightly. “You were a soldier?” “We were. Me, Namjoon, and Seokjin. They didn’t. They were spared. Yoongi because he was a healer. The younger boys would have been soldiers with us if our unit hadn’t been promoted to magic studies. As it was, they never saw combat.” Hoseok pulled Jimin onto the seat between him and Taehyung. RM was rubbing your shoulder in soothing circles. His presence was such a comfort to you, and you felt able to relax here. This place felt like home. Which sucked, because you didn’t belong here and you all knew the effects of you staying too long. It could rip the worlds apart and get them in a lot of trouble. “We’re back,” SJ called out, coming back in with the pizzas. “Yes!” Jungkook hopped to his feet. “I’ll go get Namjoon and Jin,” Hoseok said, standing up and heading over to their room. “Boys, I believe you were supposed to get beverages for everyone. Let relocate to the dining room,” You said, quickly pushing the others into action. “Yes, y/n,” They chimed, grinning at you and springing into action. You smiled, turning to RM. He smiled up at you before getting up himself and pressing a kiss to your lips. The boys of this reality roped their doubles into helping them, talking with them. Jimin and ChimChim were comparing their lives, currently talking about their family. Taehyung and V were both in some sort of amazement at the other and kept grinning at each other. JK and Jungkook didn’t seem to know what to say to each other. Jin, RM, and Hoseok rejoined everyone as you got the pizzas organized. “Alright, make a line, fill your plate. Namjoon, you should be the judge for what to give Jin, but SJ might be able to help.” Namjoon nodded as he positioned Jin at the table, the latter looking much better than he did before, though still tired. At first it looked like everyone would seperate into their groups, but then the Taehyungs sat next to each other chatting excitedly, the the Jimins did the same across from them. This led to everyone sitting next to their double, even SJ and Jin. It allowed them to arrange themselves so that they were always seated beside at least one person that they knew well as well as their double. This reality’s boys were fascinated by pizza, gobbling it down with as much gusto as their doubles in between idle chatter of life comparisons. RM squeezed your hand, grinning at you at one point, especially when magic was casually demonstrated without a thought, leaving his boys in awe. You smiled back, making light conversation when you could, but mostly just watching and listening. Yoongi and Suga mostly ate in silence, though Yoongi did seem to speak more often than Suga. Hoseok and J-Hope seemed to be talking about dogs. “So, what’s the plan when we go back?” RM asked, leaning closer to you since Namjoon was busy helping Jin while SJ laughed a little at the mess made by the blind man. “I don’t know. I suppose we start talking more?” You guessed, shrugging. “Or you could come back to Korea. I told you, I’m not letting you go again.” “But…” “Just consider it, okay?” He smiled at you softly. You nodded and refocused on your plate, but not before you saw the way Jin’s eyes were looking your way, his mouth fixed in a worried smile. Then JK started telling everyone about turning his hyungs into children on accident, and you were sure he was probably exaggerating, leaving details out, and the like to make the tale more entertaining, but it did the trick. It captured everyone’s attention. Almost everyone’s. You looked around when you felt someone watching you shortly after the story had ended. Suga was watching you and RM from across the table. He had been looking somewhat disapproving since RM had introduced you to them, and the wary glare he was giving you now spoke of his distrust. It was to be expected. He didn’t know you. He’d never met you before today. It was the same reason you were more comfortable with the alternate reality versions of them as apposed to your world’s version. You held his gaze for a while, then looked away, turning toward Hoseok and asking him what sort of gossip you needed to be caught up on. “So, what do you think of RM and Y/N together?” Suga asked, loud enough for everyone to hear. The table fell silent, everyone looking at each other around you. “Hyung,” RM said softly, sounding worried and maybe a little hurt. Not so much at the question, but the skepticism and tone of his voice as the question was asked. “What? They know her better than we do, so why shouldn’t I ask them? They’ve also seen you two together and before you go bringing her back and into our lives, I’d like to hear what they think.” His tone was calmer this time, and maybe his original question had meant to be slightly teasing and just missed the mark, but it was hard to say. It was quiet again. Jimin glanced around the table. “Well…their aura’s blend well, which usually means that their souls match. Like Jin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung. Souls that match tend to make for better relationships. Besides, we were all sort of rooting for them to be together when they left. They kept flirting.” “No, they kept almost-flirting and driving us crazy,” Taehyung objected. “It was like one of those dramas where you know they’re perfect together but even when they get together they’re still apart because they’re being stupid but you can’t tell them they’re being stupid so you sit and watch in agony.” “Or listen,” Jin said softly. Taehyung looked like someone had just murdered a puppy. “Hyung.” “Calm down, Taehyung-ah, he was just adding to your statement,” Jimin comforted teasingly, stroking his hair. “He wasn’t trying to make you feel bad.” Jin was shaking his head, looking somewhat frustrated. “I was just pointing out that we had to listen to them almost flirting as well as watch. Their lunches on the balcony?” All of the boys from this reality groaned in unison while you felt like crawling into a hole to die. RM was pretty embarrassed as well, hiding behind his hand. “When they would almost-kiss!” Yoongi said, sounding affronted. “But she would run because she didn’t think it possible that they could be together because of his career,” Namjoon muttered, shaking his head. “Their thoughts were all over the place, but always came back to each other. It was enough to give anyone a headache.” “If you stopped reading our thoughts, it wouldn’t be a problem,” You pointed out. “But you think so loudly when it’s about each other,” Jin said, defending his soulmate. “Even I hear it and I try to avoid using my abilities if possible.” “You can read our thoughts,” J-Hope asked, looking startled. “Sometimes by accident. If I really wanted to read them I could, but I don’t really want to,” Namjoon answered. “Anyway, does that answer your question, Suga?” “Wait, you said something about auras?” ChimChim spoke over Namjoon, looking curious. Jimin nodded. “It’s one of my gifts. I see and read people auras. Some people are easier to read than others. Like, Namjoon-hyung, Jin-hyung, and Hoseokie-hyung are nearly impossible for me to read, but Taehyungie is really easy for me.” “Can you read mine?” Jimin shrugged. “It’s almost the same as mine. Slightly different color, but essentially the same.” “What color is it?” Jimin glanced at you, before facing his double. “It’s sort of a blueish-purple. Yours is a little more purple than mine. V’s is a lighter gold than Taehyungie’s. JK’s has always been multicolored, but the colors making up his match ours while Jungkook’s match yours.” “His is multicolored?” V asked, sitting up. “Well, we basically raised JK, so it’s understandable that he’s got a little bit of all of us in him. Plus he’s a rare type, like Namjoon, that can do multiple types of magic.” Yoongi murmured just loud enough for everyone to hear. “But his also has a dominant blue and green, from Jin-hyung and Hoseok, respectively. Right, Jimin?” Jimin nodded, smiling as he looked across the table at JK, who was all flustered under the attention from the others. “It’s really bright right now. Feeling good, Jungkookie?” JK ignored him, looking everywhere but his hyungs. RM had your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “You okay?” You nodded, watching as Jungkook got roped into being teased as well as V, ChimChim, Jimin, and Taehyung all started conspiring together. Yoongi was talking with Suga, a serious expression on his face. J-Hope was talking with Namjoon, while Hoseok watched the maknae lines tease. “He’s just being cautious. Looking out for me,” He murmured. “You said they had our back,” You whispered. “They do. But I also told you that I was just able to convince them and the company that I needed you. They just met you. And you just met them. Give it some time,” He pled softly, kissing your cheek after. You glance at him, nodding ever so slightly, noticing the glimmer of worry in his eyes. You didn’t mean to worry him. There was so much to figure out and so little time to do so. Hoseok, who was sitting on your other side, reached over and patted your hand without looking, as if sensing your tumultuous thoughts and feelings. But he never turned toward you, busy chatting with Yoongi and Suga. You weren’t sure if the dropping of the topic of you and RM was a good thing or bad thing. After everyone was done eating, the youngest six scurried off to show and see low-level magic, after getting Namjoon’s approval and a stern warning to only do it in the tower, followed shortly by Suga, SJ, and J-Hope, who were curious as well. The rest of you relocated to the living room and you sat beside Jin again, partially out of habit. It was quiet, almost awkward. Namjoon cleared his throat. “RM, why don’t we go up and make sure they aren’t getting into trouble?” You blinked in surprise, noting the same look at RM’s face before he agreed and the two left the room. Hoseok relaxed a bit. “Okay, what happened after you left? Because…” “They obviously don’t know you,” Jin finished for him. Yoongi looked just as concerned. You took a deep breath and filled them in. Getting back, the police station, leaving Korea before he could catch up to you at the airport, trying to cut him out of your life, the book, the reunion—everything that had happened as concisely as you could. “Idiot, I told him not to let you out of his sight for a moment. I told him that you would bolt for his sake, but did he listen?!” Yoongi growled, rolling his eyes after. Hoseok was quiet, nodding slowly. “They all just met you, and you just met them.” “Yeah. I mean, it was going pretty well. Or, I thought it was. Yoongi—Suga had been a little wary, but…I thought…but now…” You hugged yourself, looking at the floor. “I’m being stupid again, aren’t I?” “No,” Hoseok said softly, switching so he was sitting on your other side. “I want this to work, so badly. I felt like I was dying inside when I was away from him. But if they don’t…how can I…” You huffed, looking at the ceiling as tears filled your eyes before you could calm yourself. “It’ll all work out,” Jin reassured softly, eyes flashing silver momentarily. “It’ll be okay. You love Namjoon, and he loves you as well. Both of you are willing to put in the work needed to make everything work out for the best. Are you going to write more?” You smiled. “I’m working on another story. I used to love writing when I was a teenager, I just sort of let go of the idea of it ever being a serious job because it wasn’t realistic. Getting back to it is honestly one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.” “You should have brought a copy of your book,” Hoseok said, grinning. “And how would you have explained it if it were found during one of those inspections you guys were always worried about?” You asked. “Thank you for not bringing a copy,” Yoongi replied quickly, shivering slightly. Jin flinched, inhaling sharply. “Yoongi, Namjoon is having a vision. A strong one.” Yoongi darted off the couch and up towards the tower. Hoseok was tense next to you. “He doesn’t get those very often.” Jin shook his head, gaze fixated straight in front of him, toward the back windows, shoulders rigid as his thumb rubbed over your hand, which he was also holding fairly tightly. “Is it…drawing on you, hyung?” Hoseok’s voice was full of concern. “A little.” Jin’s voice was strained, and his neck and jaw seemed tense. His marks suddenly started rapidly turning white. Hoseok hopped up, muttering furiously until the red light of his magic surrounded Jin as the older went limp in the wheelchair. He grabbed Jin’s head, still muttering incantations or maybe prayers. You swallowed hard. “I thought he was getting better when we left.” “We thought so too,” Hoseok muttered, eyes and markings glowing red. “Most days he is better. Today, apparently, is just a bad day. A really bad day.” You gently squeezed the now-limp hand. Everyone came rushing in at once. JK let out a choked sound, hurrying over. “What can I do?” “Where’s Namjoon?” “Yoongi, Jungkook, and SJ carried him down, but he’s asleep and weak from the vision,” Jimin replied instead. “He would end up drawing from Jin instead of healing. What do we do?” “Calm down, first. Taehyung, get Namjoon two glasses of water. Throw one on his face, help him drink the other,” Hoseok’s voice was controlled. “Hyung, stay with Namjoon. We don’t need you hurt as well. Kook, transfer a small bit of your energy to Jin. Only enough to where you feel like you ran a few miles, understand? Any more and you could hurt yourself.” “Yes, hyung,” JK replied, closing his eyes and whispering an incantation. Soon, the purple glow of his magic seemed to be streaming into Jin, filling his marks with a slightly violet tinge. Jimin looked between the two, eyes glowing pink, before cursing harshly. “What use is seeing auras if I can’t see the ones that I need to see most when I need to see them most?!” You let go of Jin’s hand, gently pulling Jimin onto the seat beside you. “Don’t focus on their auras so much. What about imagining their bond? Seeing how strong that is, then connecting it to them individually?” He squeezed his eyes shut, taking a few calming breaths. “Imagine their bond as a sort of string that ties them together, stretching across the distance between them, unbarred,” You told him in a calm, quiet voice. He relaxed and opened his eyes, the pink glow stronger than before. His gaze flicked between the two, and his hand reached out. All of you seemed to see the flash of pink light that went to both Namjoon and Jin. Jimin flinched back, but didn’t seem harmed. His gaze fixed on SJ and RM. You looked back at Jimin. “Can they help?” You asked in a whisper. Jimin’s eyes went back to normal and he nodded tersely. You squeezed his shoulder. “How?” “Their life-forces and auras are essentially the same, if Hoseok-hyung were to take small pieces of each of their energies and put them into Jin-hyung…I think…” He looked at Yoongi, who had come over to kneel in front of Jimin to make sure he wasn’t hurt. Yoongi frowned as he thought it over, then he nodded. “It could work.” You glanced over again, and instead of catching RM’s gaze, you caught Suga’s. You swallowed hard at the stony expression on his face. “What about my life-force?” “What?” You turned back to them. “You can’t use them, so what about me? Could you use me to help him?” “We’d have to take more,” Yoongi said, looking worried. You glanced at RM, noticing he was busy calming his members and trying to explain it. Namjoon was awake now, though he seemed dazed and confused. “Tell Hoseok to do it,” You whispered, taking Jin’s hand again. Yoongi nodded and went over to Hoseok, whispering in his ear. Hoseok nodded, incanting at a normal volume, his words some language that you couldn’t decipher. The glow from his magic touched you. You gasped, wincing. It felt like being in an elevator with a headache, but you also couldn’t breathe, and your eyes started getting sore. Then it all hit you at once, it felt like you were being burned from the inside out. “What are you doing?” RM’s alarmed voice seemed to cut through the pain you were feeling, the pain the roared in your ears. “Baby?” “Don’t touch her,” Taehyung said, sounding like he was struggling against something. “It was her idea,” Yoongi’s voice cut through the air like a knife. You felt yourself fall against someone before the pain got too much. ———— “Namjoon left out a critical detail when he was telling us about you.” You groaned, blinking a dozen times before finally plying your eyes open to face Suga. “What?” “He didn’t tell us that you were crazy,” Suga said, but that’s all he said. You didn’t even respond, too groggy and feeling like you’d been out in the sun too long and were suffering from a dehydration headache. You just lay there, processing his words, then having to reprocess them because somehow you ended up thinking about puppies (a pleasanter topic than the one he had initiated or the one about why you felt deep-fried. “Joon just left, right before you woke up. Taehyung convinced him to take a nap. You’ve been out all night.” He finally spoke again, filling the silence. “Jin?” You asked. “He’s doing better. So is their Namjoon.” You nodded, closing your eyes again. “Their Jimin told us what they did. Why they did it.” You didn’t respond. There was nothing to respond to. “Why you did it.” You sighed. “Did you think that I wouldn’t let them take part of Jin-hyung and Namjoon just because I didn’t know you?” “No.” “Because I wouldn’t have fought them if those two had agreed. Seeing their Jin like that…” He was quiet for a moment. “It hurt. All of this, it makes sense that Namjoon was acting the way he was after he returned. He was always checking on us, making sure we were okay.” Your limbs felt like led, but you managed to bring your hands to your face, covering it as you groaned softly. He wasn’t going to let to die in peace. “And?” “And he never told us that you were reckless and self-destructive.” “That’s me, I just run around trying to get myself killed. It’s the best thing in the world. Who wants safety, or security, or a place to call home? Nomadic life is the way to go. Never knowing where you’ll end up or where you’re next meal is coming from? Sign me up!” You pushed yourself so you were propped up, shuddered and dropped back. “That was a terrible idea.” “You could have died.” “Jin was dying.” “What would Namjoon have done if you died?” “I didn’t. And they would have told me if there was a chance of me dying.” “You trust them?” “I had to trust them when I came here. In case you missed that part of the story, I had to travel through this hellish world with the one that tried to kill me my first day here. You learn quickly whether you can trust someone or not. I spent three months here just as much as Namjoon did. I know these guys better than I know some of my own friends.” You managed to sit up and look at him. “And then to go back, and not be able to explain it to anyone other than my parents, who only believed me because I could suddenly speak multiple languages with ease, and my brother, who still thinks I have a bit of a screw loose. I gave up Namjoon so that he could keep working with you guys and not jeopardize his career and it felt like dying. But I did it. And what’s a small piece of my life if it saves another? Jin was dying. I trust them. It was my idea, and it’s done and I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck and knocked into a deep fryer. What do you want from me?!” His eyes were huge, startled by your outburst. Yoongi came in, looking at you with a little bit of surprise. “You should lay down.” He gently pushed you back, both hands on your shoulders. Then he touched his fingers to your temple momentarily. “You’re doing well. I’ll get you a glass of water. Should I wake RM?” “He might get upset if you don’t,” You murmured. “I’ll do that,” Suga said, getting up and leaving before Yoongi could even respond. Yoongi met your gaze. “You okay?” You shrugged a little, shaking your head slightly. “I don’t know.” His eyes glowed warmly and it felt like aloe was spread across your skin, soothing the burning feeling. “There, that should help a bit.” You sighed shakily. “Thanks, Yoongi.” He nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I heard what you said to him.” “I shouldn’t have snapped.” “He was pestering you right after you woke up from having some of your life-force ripped away and given to someone else. You’re bound to be a little snippy.” He pulled the sheet over you, and one of the blankets. “Can I tell you my theory?” “Do I have to think?” “No.” “Then go ahead,” You curled up a little, listening to his voice more than his words. “I think you and Namjoon are somewhat soul-bonded. I think your time here, his desire to be with you, the way you two are together, they’re typical of a pair that are entering into a soul-bond because of love. There’s a pre-bonding stage where being apart feels like the end of the world, but it won’t kill you like it would if you were fully bonded. So, on top of being in love with each other, being apart is more difficult. But not impossible. It’s best if you two stay in this stage, since from what I hear he travels for work a lot. Thankfully, neither of you have the magical capability to establish a full soul bond without assistance. This gives you autonomy from each other.” He spoke deliberately, calmly, his tone making it obvious that he didn’t expect a response. He was talking to help you focus your thoughts and stay calm, lull you to sleep. You were half-asleep when RM—Namjoon—came in, looking like a whole mess. He didn’t say anything, going around to the other side of the bed and climbing in beside you, resting his head on your shoulder and draping an arm over your stomach. It was nice. Yoongi seemed to check on Namjoon, then you again. Suga came in with the glass of water. Yoongi helped you sit up a little (Namjoon was fast asleep again), to drink, then set the drink aside. “Get some more rest. It’ll do you good.” You closed your eyes to do as the doctor ordered. “I’m sorry,” Suga murmured. “It’s okay,” You managed to slur out, unable to keep your eyes open or mind alert any longer. You dreamed about Namjoon, your Namjoon, who held your hand and who didn’t want you to go off with Hoseok. Who was ready to throw punches when Taehyung handled you roughly and pushed you further into a panic attack, and who helped you breathe when everything felt wrong. About how tightly he hugged you when you got back. Him telling you he was worried before kissing you, surprising both of you. His insistence at getting to know you, his persistence in getting to know you. All the little details. You woke up to him pressing kisses gently to your forehead, your head resting on his shoulder instead. “Hey, baby,” He whispered, tilting your chin up. “Feeling better.” You nodded. “Much better. You?” “You scared me,” He whispered, kissing your lips. His gaze was haunted, almost empty. “We’re in this together, so don’t you ever risk yourself like that again without saying a word to me.” “We were short on time,” You murmured, looking down and fingering his shirt. “Jin’s my friend. I couldn’t just sit by and let him…” “I know, but there were other ways. Jimin said that me and my Jin could have helped.” “Hoseok’s magic was starting to fail and Jungkook was starting to overdo it. We didn’t have time for explanations and bickering.” You propped yourself up so that you were looking down at his face. “You trust me, don’t you?” He was slow to nod. “Yeah. I just…after we were so…after Suga at the dinner table, and the way Namjoon got me out of there so that those three could talk to you…” He sighed shakily. “You tend to run away from me when you’re upset.” “Why did Suga stay in here when you went to take a nap?” You asked. “He volunteered. Why?” He sat up as well, pulling you onto his lap and your head to his shoulder. “He shouldn’t take care of people who have just had part of their life-force ripped away from them.” You curled up in his arms, kissing his jaw. Pretty jaw, honey skin, deep eyes…dimples. Arms holding you lovingly. Perfection. “I’ll keep that in mind,” He replied, turning his face toward yours so that your lips pressed to his. “Are we okay?” “I’m scared,” You whispered. “What we’re thinking about…for me it’ll be like when we came here the first day. The fear, the uncertainty, the need to belong but not knowing how to get there. It’s a lot to face.” “But you’re not facing it alone.” “I know.” You sighed. “We should go back to our own reality, by the way. Your company is probably freaked out.” He looked at you with something akin to panic and a muttered curse passed his lips. “I forgot that time runs about the same.” You nodded, sighing and then sliding out of his arms and out of bed. Your legs were a bit wobbly, but you still stood. He slid out behind you, a hand going to the small of your back to support you. “You say goodbye, I’ll round up the boys.” “Ok.” You gave him a kiss. “My brother is probably a little worried anyway. The note probably just confused him.” He nodded again and guided you out of the room. Jin’s gaze snapped over to you. “Y/n.” You went over, taking his hand and then hugging him. “Hey.” “Thank you,” He whispered, hugging you gently, then smiling in your general direction after you pulled away. “I owe you a few favors now, don’t I?” “I’ll collect someday,” You teased. “Or maybe I’ll just keep collecting. After all, what if one day you and Namjoon decide you want kids.” His ears turned bright red, and he laughed. “You’re incorrigible. Besides, we’d probably adopt.” “You’d be great parents. I mean, look at Jungkook.” “Hey!” Jungkook protested. You giggled with Jin, then hugged the younger man. “I’ll see you later, Kook. Take care of your hyungs, yeah? They can be stupid sometimes.” He grinned. “You too.” “Hey now, don’t be calling me stupid,” You hit his arm, acting offended. “No! No! That’s not what I meant!” “Though it wouldn’t be wrong,” Yoongi said, smiling as he intervened and hugged you. RM was back with the rest of them and Hoseok came over, looking worried, and casting suspicious glances at them. He rested a hand on your shoulder. “Are you sure you’re safe with them?” You looked over at the other boys. They looked surprised at his question. RM was watching you, worried but so loving. “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” You said finally, holding RM’s gaze. He relaxed. “Alright, I suppose I’ll let you go, then.” Hoseok hugged you. Jimin latched on the moment Hoseok stepped away. “Visit us often?” “I’ll try,” You managed to hug him in return, then held your arms open for Taehyung. He kissed your cheek. “Be patient. They’re trying.” You smiled up at him. “Learn anything?” He grinned and nodded. “Yeah. This was fun.” Namjoon simply hugged you. You knelt in front of Jin, holding both of his hands. “Take care, Jinnie.” “You too. Remember you’re always welcome here.” His hand found your face, and gently cupped it. “Maybe next time we can actually visit like normal people.” “Mm, you still have to tell me how you all ended up as a team,” You reminded him. “You bring the pizza, I’ll have the dessert,” He grinned. You laughed softly, then kissed his cheek. “I’ll see you soon.” “Soon,” He agreed, squeezing the one hand he still held. You went back to the boys from your reality, taking Namjoon’s hand. “I’m ready.” There was a jolt after everyone had said goodbye, waving, and you all were back in your brothers house. “Holy—” Your brother fell back into the kitchen, cursing loudly and repeatedly. He poked his head back out. “Where the hell did you come from?” You shrugged, slightly. “I left you a note.” He just stared for a moment, then looked at all of their faces. “You want to try that in English? And maybe elaborate on the whole situation? Also, when did you do that to your hair?” You looked in the mirror, seeing a silver lock of hair framing your face. “Right, um, no clue. I have a lot to explain, but we need to make sure their managers don’t freak out before we do that. Can you wait?” He nodded, glancing at his phone. “Why don’t I get some…breakfast started?” “That’d be great,” You replied, relaxing a bit. “Hope they like pancakes,” He replied, turning back into the kitchen. “Do you guys like pancakes?” They all nodded at least a little. “Pancakes are fine,” You called to your brother, smirking as you heard him mock you jokingly. Then you turned toward Namjoon, seeing he was already on the phone. You looked at the others, uncertain what to do and then hurrying into the kitchen to help your brother make breakfast. He gave you a curious look. “I can’t help in there, but I can in here.” You chewed your lip. “So, explanation.” “Please,” He said, getting the griddle out. “I mean, I get that you were telling the truth about everything, including the other reality or whatever. But…” You gave him an overview of what had happened since Namjoon showed up the day before, speaking quietly. “Geez, sis. You get to have all the fun.” He nudged you. “And the other boys? Get to know them any?” You sighed. “A little, but…I don’t know. It’s going to be hard for a while, I guess.” “He’ll stand by you, right?” You nodded. “Yeah. Namjoon will stand by me. I just worry that I’ll become a point of contention for their group.” “Uh, y/n?” Jimin said hesitantly from the doorway. “Yes?” You were suddenly grateful that his English was really bad. “Namjoon-hyung is still on the phone, but we wanted to talk to you.” You handed the spatula to your brother and followed Jimin into the dining room. You could see Namjoon outside on the phone. They sort of surrounded you, like football players huddled up to discuss plays. They all looked at each other, prompting someone else to speak first. “Look,” Jin finally started, then stalled for a moment when you looked at him. “We know that for you and Namjoon this isn’t something that was rushed into, and we know you’re committed to making this work, but it’s still brand new to us. Everything that happened yesterday in that…place…we understand a lot more now and we can see how you two would have grown close, especially there but—” “But you don’t know how well that will carry over into this world. You don’t know if I’ll be a distraction to him, if I’ll be a source of pain for all of you. You don’t know how your fans will react, and it could be detrimental to your group for one of your members to be dating. I know. Trust me, I know. Why do you think I left back then?” Suga touched your shoulder hesitantly. “But we still have to get to know you. We were thrown into this head-first. We need time to catch up. We’re going to try and make this work for Namjoon’s sake, and yours. We hope that none of those things happen, that you and Namjoon are happy together.” “Army would welcome you!” Jimin spoke in a positive tone. “All histories are against you,” You replied. “We really don’t have much figured out right now anyway. I mean, I almost definitely have to move to Korea, find a job, get an apartment that I can afford, make new friends…crap…I struggled to make what few friends I have now….” “Oh…right, that is a lot to figure out,” Jungkook said, sounding a little nervous. Namjoon came back in as your thoughts about how crazy all of this was started to spiral out of control and you quickly met his eyes. He quickly came to your side, looking worried. “What’s wrong?” “Just making a list of all the things we have yet to figure out. I freaked myself out. Tell me everything is going to be okay?” “Everything will be better than okay. You’re not alone in this. You have me. For sanity,” He reassured you, pulling you into a loose embrace.  He kissed your forehead. “I told you this morning. You’re not allowed to run from me anymore. We’ll figure everything out. I promise.” You sighed into his shoulder, trying to just trust him. “Don’t worry,” Jimin said in English, hugging both of you. You giggled a little at that. “Breakfast is ready!” Your brother called. Namjoon stayed holding you while the other boys headed for the kitchen. You looked up at him with a nervous smile. “The nightmare is over, y/n. Just stay with me,” He murmured, then kissed you on the lips. You melted into his kiss, safe in the knowledge that it wouldn’t be your last.

Masterlist.  Part 2.  Special: Little Problems  Masterpost

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Little Problems

Description: An Alternate Reality Nightmare Story.  When Jungkook’s curiousity gets the better of him, he ends up with six knee-high problems.

Warnings: Eh

Posted: 12/02/2018

Tags: Jungkook, BTS

Angst: 2,096 words

A/N: I love this so I hope you all do too.

Jungkook should have learned his lesson after accidentally transporting alternate reality versions of Namjoon and y/n to his own reality. But the end results sort of justified the trouble he caused. He did, after all, do it to get his Namjoon back and save Seokjin. His beloved hyungs. In fact, because of it, Namjoon and the others had been helping him hone the magic involved in the spell to create rings so that their new friends could visit every now and then. So, it wasn’t surprising that Jungkook didn’t really think about how very wrong a spell could go until it did go wrong. Now he just had to figure out how to take care of all of his hyungs when they were…well… “Tae-tae pushed me!” Jimin wailed. Yoongi was sitting in stunned silence as he looked at the wailing boy and the other who was loudly saying that it wasn’t true. Namjoon was nowhere to be found, but the tell-tale sound of something breaking had Jungkook running toward the kitchen. Namjoon came toddling out looking guilty and scared. “I didn’t do it!” Jungkook scooped him up anyway and deposited him onto the couch, followed by the other four. “Stay here. I have to find Hoseok and…Jin…oh—” He stopped himself from swearing in front of the children and ran to find his blinded hyung, hoping that the farther away from where Jungkook was, the safer it was. He found Hoseok trying to calm Jin down, both of them transformed into children as well. He really messed up this time. Jungkook pulled Hoseok away, speaking softly. “Seokjinnie, can I pick you up? We’re going to go downstairs with all the others.” Jin whimpered, but hesitantly crawled toward Jungkook. Jungkook hummed softly, knowing Jin as an adult was easily startled and as a child would be terribly easily scared. Keeping some sort of comforting noise was important. “Come on, Namjoonie is downstairs. You want to sit with him?” Jin tear-filled eyes turned toward Jungkook and he nodded solemnly, sniffing a couple times to calm himself down. Hoseok followed like a duckling, ever the mother of the group. He had forsaken that job for a long time before Namjoon was rescued, but he had slowly stepped back into it. Making sure the house was clean because the cleaner it was the easier Jin could navigate, especially as Jin worked to get his strength back in his legs. The man would likely never be able to walk without the use of crutches or braces, but any sort of extra freedom was sacred to Jin. Hoseok had gone back to the softer version of himself. The version that they were all so accustomed to before Namjoon had gone missing. Jungkook was so glad. Now if only he hadn’t turned all of his hyungs into his dongsaengs. Oh yeah. He was definitely going to be doing extra chores for weeks. Jimin was the only one on the couch. Jungkook let out a panicked sound. “Jimin, can you be a sweet, loving brother and cuddle Jinnie?” Jimin nodded, smiling hopefully. Jungkook put the older boy down and then patted Jimin’s head. “You’re the best, Jimin-ssi.” Jimin glowed under the praise (as usual) and cuddled up, petting Jin’s hair. Jungkook gave Hosoek a hard look. “Stay here.” Hoseok nodded. Jungkook ran through the house, collecting Yoongi first. The boy had ended up in Namjoon and Jin’s bedroom, looking like he was going to sleep there. “That’s not your bed, Yoongi-ssi.” Jungkook snatched him from Namjoon’s pillow. Yoongi whined, trying to stretch back to the bed. “Tired…” Jungkook dropped him on the opposite couch. “Hoseok, keep Yoongi in here. You’re doing a great job, Jimin-ssi.” Jimin grinned and cuddled further into Jin who sniffled. “Namjoonie…” “I know, I’m going to go find him.” Jungkook hurried to find the boy before Jin started crying in earnest. Where did Namjoon go? He seemed like he would be a sweetheart of a kid… Jungkook hurried into the kitchen, making a scared sound before nabbing the boy around the waist. “Namjoon! That’s dangerous! I’ll clean it up after I get all of you settled in with a movie.” “I’m sorry…” Namjoon hung his head. “I didn’t mean to break it.” “I know, come on. Seokjinnie needs you right now. He’s upset.” Namjoon’s eyes got big. “Jinnie!” Jungkook mentally noted that even as kids they had the soul-bond, rushing Namjoon over to Jin and noticing the instant releif from both of them as Namjoon kissed Jin’s cheek. “It’s okay, Jinnie, I’m here,” Namjoon murmured and cuddled up on Jin’s other side. Which left Taehyung, who was spontaneous and unpredictable enough as an adult. As a kid… Jungkook searched the whole house, finally finding the boy playing with a puppy outside. He had opened the gate for the puppy and the owner of the puppy just looked amused as Jungkook ran over to apologize. He looked down at Taehyung. “The puppy has to go home now.” Taehyung pouted. “Isn’t this one of the vector houses?” The owner asked, looking amused. Jungkook sighed. “We’re watching the kids as an assignment. Tae-tae, they’re going to watch a movie and cuddle. Are you going to be in time out or are you going to join them?” Taehyung’s eyes got huge and he started running toward the house, leaving Jungkook to scramble and herd the dog out of their yard. “Cuddle!” —— Jungkook groaned in frustration. He’d been scolded so many times for not studying the counterspell before performing magic, but he had been so excited about trying this that he hadn’t even looked at the counterspell. And now Jin, with he weakened body, was starting to get a little feverish. Which upset Namjoon. Taehyung was still trying to figure out how to get out of the play bubble. Jimin was running around playing tag with Hoseok. Yoongi was sleeping. And Jungkook still couldn’t figure out what was wrong with this counterspell. “Hyung,” Namjoon murmured again, but this time it sounded scared. Jungkook felt his heart drop. “Yeah?” “Jinnie feels cold…” Jungkook darted over, quickly feeling for a pulse, noting it was there, just weak. He was also breathing. But the boy wouldn’t wake up. Jimin and Hoseok had stopped running around, and even Taehyung was still, staring over at them. Jungkook grabbed some blankets, then took off Jin’s shirt. He then pulled Namjoon’s off too, knowing that physical contact helped their bond grow stronger, giving Jin strength. “You need to hold onto him really snugly, Joonie. I’m going to wrap you two in blankets. I need you to make sure he’s breathing and that you can hear his heartbeat.” “Yes, hyung,” Namjoon murmured wrapping his skinny arms around Jin and pressing his ear to the limp boy’s chest. Jungkook carefully wrapped them up, then hurried back to the spell book. “Please let this work…” He started working the counterspell. He felt the heat from his marks glow, then the twist in his gut that said his magic was active and performing the spell. His vision went fuzzy from the strain of the magic, then he gasped for breath and hunched over as the spell finished working. “Why am I in a bubble?” Taehyung’s deep voice sounded confused. Jungkook choked on a relieved laugh. “Namjoon-hyung?” “Jungkook…what happened to Jin? What are we…why are we…?” Namjoon sounded bewildered. “Jeon Jungkook, what did you do?” Hoseok asked in a dangerous voice. Jungkook just looked up at him, relieved. “I turned you all into kids. I know. I’m grounded and I have double chores. I’m suspended from using magic outside of drills for two weeks except in emergencies. I’m just glad I’m the youngest again. Is Jin-hyung okay? He was started to react badly to the spell.” Namjoon was murmuring softly to the older, who was apparently awake now. “He’s…he’ll be fine. I better get him to bed, though. Jungkook, next time you want to try a new spell, do it in the tower and have someone ready to help you counteract it. You know how dangerous magic is to Seokjin right now. What if he had…” He choked before the last word had come out. They all stiffened, looking at Jin who had fallen back to sleep. Even after all these weeks, his near-death experience haunted them all. “What if any of us had died?” Yoongi redirected. “We didn’t punish you for the last mess you made because your intentions were good and the outcome was better than it would have been without your mess. But magic is dangerous. What if the council had decided to drop in? Just because our vector is retired from active duty doesn’t mean we won’t get in trouble. They can still come and…” The others all shot him a look. Jungkook looked at them all. “Come and…?” None of them looked at him. “Come and what? Punish us? Put us back on active duty?” Jungkook asked. “Take me away,” Jin suddenly said, shakily sitting up. Namjoon quickly supported him, pressing kisses to the bare shoulder. Jungkook swallowed hard. “But why?” “Because I’m no longer fit for duty. I’m a liability. They’d force the soul-bond to be severed.” “They can’t do that!” Taehyung gasped, hurrying to drop onto his knees in front of Jin. “They can, Taehyung. I’ve seen it happen.” “But if your bond to Namjoon-hyung is severed you die,” Jungkook protested, realizing the mistake he made was much bigger than he originally thought. “They couldn’t possibly—” “They’d call it a case of natural selection. If Namjoon proved to disrupted by the removal, they’d remove him. Which would leave you all as well. We walk a fine line, Jungkook. Always have. Now, I think we all need some dinner and some quiet time.” Quiet was easily achieved, the younger ones all stunned by the blunt presentation of what would happen should they cause too much trouble. Even Yoongi seemed a little surprised by the words of the eldest, but more so at the worried look Namjoon wore. Hoseok got everyone moving again. “He’s right. Dinner to help us recover from the effects of the spell. Namjoon, you stay and help Jin. Jungkook…” “I’ll stay out of the way while everyone calms down,” He said, hanging his head as guilt and fear overshadowed his relief at changing them back. “Why don’t we work on those rings?” Namjoon suggested instead. “If we ever want to invite them over we need to give them a means of getting here, right?” Jungkook looked up at him, surprised Namjoon wasn’t more upset. Namjoon looked at Jin, who was already asleep on his shoulder. “Look, Kookie, it’s normal for you to be curious. It was unusual for you all not to see the front lines like Jin, Hoseok, and I. Especially for all of us to be taken off active-duty without you all fighting in the front lines. Or the back lines. Our unit is specifically assigned to magic studies and interactions of different abilities. Did you learn something new?” Jungkook nodded. “Then write it down. That’s the only difference it takes. Write down what you learned and what happened throughout the spell, the effects on each of us. Write everything down. Then we can research it more and give a full report without any consequences. We’ll make it sound like the experiment was contained to the tower and that you tried it on all of us at once to expedite experimentation. Besides, you probably had enough trouble taking care of six kids. I’m not going to put you under more stress just because you got excited to try something. I’m just going to ask you to plan a little more before execution when something excites you. Your magic is strong. You can do great things. I’m not going to fight your ability to do so.” Namjoon gave him a smile. Jungkook let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and shuffled over to rest his head on both hyungs’ laps. He heard Jin breath in sharply, startled awake momentarily, then his hand rested in Jungkook’s hair. His fingers were warm and alive. Namjoon was quiet, gently patting Jungkook’s head. “Go on. Before Hoseok comes back with a job for you. Yoongi can only hold him in place for so long.” Jungkook nodded and hurried up to grab the eight rings. They were one thing Jungkook was determined not to mess up. Especially after today.

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Alternate Reality Nightmare: Part 1

Description: You end up in an alternate reality with your bias when you got lost trying to get out, and things definitely aren’t the same here as they are where you’re from. Namjoon x Reader.

Warnings: Violence, other issues, (You should always be careful when reading things)

Posted: 10/27/2018

Tags: Namjoon, Reader X Namjoon, AlternateReality!AU

Angst: 3,522 words

A/N: This one has been in the works for a while. The next part won’t be as together, with some time skips for the sake of my sanity, but hopefully the ending will be satisfying for you.

You raced through the event center, trying to get out. To go back to your hotel to calm yourself down and get the sleep you needed. You shouldn’t have come here. It was too much with the jet-lag. You fell forward, but someone caught you. You looked up and just about died. It was him. Then you saw past him in your panic and you ended up ignoring him when he asked if you were okay with a surprised little smile. You pointed behind him. He turned to look and flinched. “Oh shit.” The two of you were no longer in the event center with thousands of other screaming fans and his band mates. His grip on your arms tightened. “Where are we?” You looked around, panic welling up. “I…I think we’re in the same spot, but…” “But there’s no building.” He finished the statement, moving his grip from your arms to one hand of your hands. “All of the signs are still in Korean.” You shuddered, suddenly glad he spoke English. You knew a little bit of Korean, what you had studied so that you could function when you came over. “Alright, let’s walk down the road and see what happens,” he suggested, sounding calm and rationale but looking almost as freaked out as you were. “Um, is it okay if I don’t let go?” You asked, your voice shaking. You thought you might panic if you lost the contact with his hand, which was opposite of what you had been thinking earlier. You had thought you might panic if you got this close to any of the boys. Now you were clinging to his hand because it was the only thing you recognized. He looked down at you and then gave your hand an extra squeeze. “Yeah, stay close…?” “Y/n.” “Namjoon. Anyway, if everything is different, then…” “For sanity,” you suggested. He gave a nervous smile. “For sanity.” The two of you slowly made your way down the street, noting the glares and whispers that followed. His grip tightened more and more. Someone stopped you, speaking in angry Korean. You glanced between Namjoon and this older woman. Finally, Namjoon dodged around the woman, pulling you with him. “Hurry.” You picked up your pace to match his rushed one. “What did she say?” “She called you my slave.” “Excuse me?!” He gave you a scared and worried look. “She told me that I shouldn’t be so familiar with my slave and that I shouldn’t let you on main roads where you could be seen. Something is off and I can’t place it. Please just come with me.” You caught up with him, sticking close to his side. Slave. The political implications of that were pretty clear. Your parents came to your mind and the panic kept rising. He suddenly pulled you into an alley, navigating through it until the two of you came out on a smaller, dirt street that was virtually abandoned. “Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,” you murmured, letting go of his hand and dropping against a wall. He stood in the middle of the street, looking up and down it. “I’m sorry.” “For what? It’s not like you were the one that dropped us into an alternate reality.” You were regulating your breathing to try and keep from crying or panicking. “You came to see us, though. If you hadn’t you might be safe. You aren’t safe now.” “But I’m not alone. This would be a lot worse if I was alone. Though, I’m sorry that it was you. Everyone will be worried about you. The boys, your family, the company, and your fans.” “People will be worried about you too.” “Just my mom and dad. A couple friends. It’s almost inconsequential compared to—“ “It’s not. You are just as important as I am.” He knelt in front of you. “We’ll find a way back to our families.” You stared into his eyes, hoping he was right but knowing it was possible that he was wrong. “What were you doing in that hallway anyway?” He asked, smiling a little. “Chickening out of actually meeting any of you,” you answered, inhaling sharply, and letting out a shaky breath. He looked surprised. “You were leaving?” “I have panic attacks sometimes and I felt a little…I didn’t want to have a panic attack there. It would have been too embarrassing. I didn’t want to be that girl. The one who passes out from meeting human beings who just happen to make amazing music. I promised myself I would never be like that.” “You have panic attacks?” He frowned. You nodded. “I don’t have them as often since I switched jobs, and since I started taking medicine. Got regular sleep, didn’t have caffeine.” “Jet lag?” You nodded. He nodded in return, then stood, holding his hand out to you. “Come on. We’re in this together.” “Namjoon?” A deep voice asked off to one side. One that both of you recognized. Taehyung was staring at Namjoon, but he didn’t look like the Taehyung you both knew. This Taehyung had his hair blue, royal blue, but he was also wearing some sort of fancy uniform, and had strange designs painted on his face. “Taehyung-ssi?” Namjoon stood up slowly, glancing nervously at you. Taehyung swallowed hard. “But…you were…by her…” Taehyung suddenly had his gaze fixed on you, and he was glaring. “Don’t tell me you work for them now!” “I don’t work for anyone Taehyung. I don’t know what’s going on. Please, we need to get her off the street. Please.” Taehyung looked angry and confused. “Why should I help her? Why would you help her? She’s the one that took you from us!” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Namjoon held up both of his hands. “It’s hard to explain. Please, if you ever trusted me, help me get her somewhere safe. She’s scared. I’m scared.” You could hear people coming and whatever they were saying sent Namjoon off. “Taehyung, please!” Namjoon grabbed his friends arm. Taehyung’s gaze was sad as he nodded. “Alright, Hyung. Follow me.” Namjoon quickly turned to you. You got up and took his hand and both of you hurried after Taehyung. Every time someone saw you they were outraged and were yelling at Namjoon and Taehyung. The second crowd was when Taehyung took matters into his own hands. He grabbed your arm and pulled you roughly to his side. He said something in Korean as he dragged you through the crowds and Namjoon followed. He definitely wasn’t just doing it for show, his grip on your arm painful. And he didn’t let go until he basically threw you through the gate of a large residence. You fell down, scraping your hands and knees, and officially unable to breathe. You heard the gate close, then gentle hands and angry Korean greeted you. Taehyung responded in a frustrated tone. Namjoon brushed his fingers over your arm where Taehyung had handled you. He spoke harshly. You looked up at Taehyung as you managed to calm down. “Thank you.” Both of them shut up, mouths open in shock. You looked at Namjoon. “They thought I was a slave. The best explanation is for me to be in trouble. It made my reaction genuine.” “You’re having a panic attack,” Namjoon argued, pulling you to your feet. Taehyung said something that seemed to calm Namjoon down. You looked back up at Taehyung. “Hang on, you spoke English fluently earlier.” He nodded. Namjoon looked at his little brother and shook his head. “When did you learn English?” “We all learned it after you…after she took you. We were trying to find you. Know your enemies, right?” He stared at the ground, looking like he didn’t know whether to glare or be sad. “We should get inside. The other guys should know.” Namjoon looked at you, then at Taehyung. “You’ll help me keep her safe?” “Yes, Hyung. But only until you explain what’s going on. Then I make no promises.” “That’s enough,” Namjoon said, relief evident in his voice. Taehyung led the way inside. “Hyungs! Jimin-ssi! Jungkook-ssi! Meeting in the Living room!” Namjoon kept hold of your hand, whispering calming words to try and help you come back from the panic. It really wasn’t too bad of an attack as far as your attacks went, but… Taehyung gestured for you to take a seat on the couch, then went into the kitchen, yelling out in Korean. He came back with a cup of water, putting it in your shaking free hand and holding it steady even though he obviously disliked you. You took a drink, calming surprisingly fast. “Taehyung,” Jin said. He was staring at you and Namjoon looking like he had seen a ghost. He had different markings from Taehyung, but like Taehyung was still extremely handsome with his silver hair. His clothes were a little more normal. Taehyung went over and guided him to a seat, speaking softly in Korean. Jin slowly nodded. Jungkook, Jimin, and J-Hope came in next but their reactions weren’t as subdued as Jin’s. Jungkook‘s eyes widened and Namjoon’s name slipped between his lips, but then he saw you. Jimin had seen you first, then Namjoon. J-Hope was probably the scariest difference, looking like some sort of demon with his markings and hair, and his fingers pressing into your neck and cutting off oxygen. “Hoseok!” Namjoon tried to push J-Hope away, finally succeeding when Taehyung helped him. J-Hope spat out words that were filled with venom despite your inability to understand. You gasped for breath, pressing back into the cushions of the couch as they argued loudly and J-Hope glared at you. “Hey!” Someone finally yelled over everyone. Silence fell as everyone fell still and everyone looked at Jin. Suga had snuck in at some point and was standing beside him looking shocked. Jin’s glare was intense. He barked out an order in a tone that had all of the boys except Namjoon scrambling to sit at attention. Namjoon looked at them in confusion, then slowly moved back to your side and sat. “What’s going on?” You whispered, your voice pitched ultra high from the panic that was overwhelming you. He looked at you, then quickly wrapped his arms around you. “I don’t know. Are you okay?” You shook your head. He helped you go through some different things to calm down, ignoring the other boys. It took a while, and the whole time they were perfectly silent. Waiting. Finally, you were able to breathe easily and didn’t feel like you were going to die. You and Namjoon faced his group members and you could see them all clearly. Suga had the least markings, most of his were on his neck and hands. He was wearing the lightest colored clothing, a pale blue that went well with his brown hair. Jimin looked a little creepy, his gaze intense and fixed on you, the dark markings around his eyes emphasizing his glare. It gave you flashbacks to the beginning of their music career when they always had dark eyeliner on, but this was also very different. There was something ominous about the markings. This pink-haired Jimin looked nothing like the soft Mochi you remembered from the Spring Day era. Jungkook somehow looked even more like a bunny with his markings and his dark purple hair. His eyes looked huge as he looked nervously back and forth between Namjoon, Jin, and J-Hope. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t dare. J-hopes markings almost completely covered his face, and his hair looked like it had been dyed with blood. He wore blacks and dark greys, and looked at you so casually murderous that you had a feeling he didn’t go by J-Hope here. “Namjoon…explain,” Jin finally ordered in that same voice that brooked no argument. Namjoon squeezes your hand, checking one last time that you were okay before facing the boys. “Is it okay if I speak in English?” Jin nodded sharply. Namjoon nodded, seeming nervous. He took a breath but his voice didn’t come out. “Hyung, what happened to your marks?” Jungkook asked in a soft voice, glancing nervously at Jin after. Jin made a slight gesture that seemed to be forgiving him and prompting Namjoon to answer. There was something about Jin that was so…authoritative. “I’ve never had…marks,” Namjoon answered slowly. “I don’t know what is going on. I just know that she’s considered a slave or something and there’s some sort of war…and apparently, your Namjoon was taken or killed.” “Do you think this is a joke?” J-Hope hissed, tensing as if he was getting ready to pounce. “Hoseok,” Jin growled, shooting a glare in that direction. J-Hope looked away with an apology in Korean. “Explain,” Jin demanded, fixing his gaze on both of you. Namjoon hesitated. “Where we’re from, the seven of you make up a very popular music group, Bangtan Sonyeondan, or BTS. I’m a fan. I was at an event that you were throwing. I was leaving and I ran into Namjoon. When we looked up again, we weren’t there anymore. We were here. Where I’m a slave, or some sort of soldier, and let me tell you right now, I’m really not.” Jin’s eyes flashed silver as his gaze flicked between you and Namjoon. The others seemed to be waiting for him. “They’re telling the truth.” You flinched, sharing a glance with Namjoon. “How do you know?” Namjoon asked, curious despite the intensity of the situation. They all looked at him like he grew a second head. Hoseok cleared his throat, suddenly looking less hostile. “So, another dimension?” Jin leaned back into his seat. “Taehyung and Jimin, go prepare a room for y/n. Jungkook, back to work. Yoongi, you too. Hoseok, we’ll discuss your temper and punishment later.” “Yes, Hyung,” the other boys chorused, then dispersed, with many glances back towards the two of you. Then it was just the three of you. Jin deflated and dropped his head into his hands, the heels of his hands rubbing his eyes. “Sorry about Hoseok. He hasn’t been the same since his family was killed, and when you…when our Namjoon was taken he sort of snapped. We all did, but in different ways. We can’t even get Jungkook-ssi to leave the barrack.” “And you all know English,” you murmured. He nodded, sitting straight again and fixing you both with a serious gaze. “I’ll have to talk to Jungkook and see what he’s been up to. He should know better than to mess with things beyond his understanding.” You stared for a moment. “You think Jungkook did this?” “Him or Jimin. If not them, then something is going on that is beyond my rank.” Jin looked worried. And he looked too thin. Drawn out. Like he had been shoved into a role that he had no idea how to fill and was at his wits end to do so. “Was I the leader?” Namjoon asked, taking your hand in his again and squeezing it. Jin nodded slowly. “We always thought Hoseok would be the leader if something happened to you, but he couldn’t be rational. He was in so much pain. It’s been a long time since he’s acted like our hope.” “Hyung,” Namjoon murmured, obviously worried about them even though you both knew that they weren’t the same people. “I’m sorry.” You wanted to just tuck Jin into a bed and feed him and tell him everything would be okay. You wanted to make him smile and laugh. “Yoongi has been doing what he could to help, but most of the time it’s all he can do just to keep Hoseok under control when I’m busy. Jimin and Taehyung stick together. Taehyung makes sure Jimin doesn’t get too upset when Hoseok brushes him off. Jungkook doesn’t normally cause any problems. He sticks with Taehyung and Jimin when they’re home. And he’s one of the few that Hoseok still seems to remember to care about.” Jin got up and straightened up the couch, then gestured for the two of you to follow him into the kitchen. He started scrubbing counters. “I’m doing my best, but i guess I’m failing. I don’t know why you…why he kept me in his team. Especially once Jungkook was able to do everything I could teach him. And our Namjoon has the same gifts I did. It should have been Hoseok. Maybe the responsibility would have kept him from going off. Namjoon. That idiot. He shouldn’t have saved me. He shouldn’t have chosen me.” You squeezed Namjoon’s hand to resist the urge to make Jin stop working so hard. He looked so pale. His eyes flashed silver and he flinched, knocking the vase to the ground as he almost collapsed. “Hyung!” Namjoon hurried to Jin’s side. You looked around and spotted the broom, waiting for Namjoon to help the protesting man out of the way so you could sweep. Namjoon practically forced Jin into one of the chairs. “I’m fine. It was just a small one,” Jin said. Jungkook came running in. “Hyung?” “I’m fine. It was just a small one.” “The physician said you should call him if you have one,” Jungkook murmured, still acting respectful, but also acting casually. “They’re getting more frequent…” “Everything will be okay, Jungkook-ssi. Don’t worry about me. I…” his eyes flashed again and he stiffened then his eyes rolled back. “Hyung?!” Jungkook caught Jin as he fell sideways. “Yoongi-Hyung! Hurry!” “Is—is he having a seizure?” You asked. Yoongi darted in. “Get him on the floor.” Jungkook and Namjoon got him on the floor and Yoongi put a hand on Jin’s chest as the man convulsed. Yoongi’s eyes glowed warmly despite his worried expression. He was focused intently on Jin, his own breathing getting rapid and shallow and the markings on his hands turning white. Jungkook pushes Yoongi away with a conflicted sound. “It’s not working!” “I called the doctor,” Jimin said in a worried voice from the doorway. Namjoon was staring in horror. “What’s happening?” “Jin is sick. That happens when…” Taehyung started to answer before he choked up. Namjoon dropped beside Jin, grabbing his hand. “What’s wrong with him? What does he have?” “He’s dying because Namjoon is too far away. They’re soul-bonded. It allows one of them to fight longer and harder, but if they’re separated for too long before the bond is broken…one of them will get sick and die.” Hoseok knelt on the other side of Jin, his expression more like that of J-Hope’s. He felt Jin’s forehead. “Come on, wake up. Wake up, Hyung.” You swallowed hard. “What happens if he doesn’t wake up?” Jungkook looked at you with big, scared eyes. “If? No…no, he has to. Wake up, Jin-ssi!” He started toward Jin but Yoongi and Jimin held him back.  “Wake up, wake up, please!” You looked at Namjoon and saw that he was looking at you. You knew what he wanted to ask. He wanted to help his family here before you went back to your own dimension. You slowly nodded your agreement. He nodded back. “We should look for you. That might be the best way to find him.” You nodded. Then his eyes widened. “Wait, you understood me? I forgot to switch from Korean to English.” You stared at him. “Say something in Korean.” “You can speak Korean?” Taehyung asked you, looking surprised. “No,” you replied, folding your arms. “I only know a couple phrases.” “You’re speaking it now,” Hoseok said, his gaze still fixed on Jin, who had gone still. “And if you two aren’t the same as ours, then how do you intend to find her?” “Will it have changed who my parents are? Or my siblings? Will it change my name or my grandparents?” You asked, taking a deep breathe. “I have to believe that there will be enough similarities that we can recognize me. Or, this version of me.” Unless they were sent to your own universe. Jimin ran to let in the physician. You looked down at Jin, shuddering slightly. Yoongi was cradling his hand in his other, looking like he was in pain. Hoseok looked up at you, catching your gaze and holding it as he stood up and stood in front of you. Taehyung pulled Namjoon away and pushed him into a closet. Jin started convulsing again. The physician dropped next to Jin, murmuring and pulling out equipment. Hoseok turned your face back toward him. “Your Namjoon can help him. I know this version of you better than anyone else. He stays here. You go with me. You get me to him. I’ll get you back here.” You didn’t see any warmth or sincerity in his eyes. You were a tool. “Alive or dead?” He smirked. “That depends entirely on you.” The physician cursed. “He’s stopped breathing.”

Masterlist.  Part 2.

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Alternate Reality Nightmare: Part 2

Part 1

Description: You end up in an alternate reality with your bias when you got lost trying to get out, and things definitely aren’t the same here as they are where you’re from. Namjoon x Reader.

Warnings: Violence, other issues, (You should always be careful when reading things)

Posted: 10/28/2018

Tags: Namjoon, Reader X Namjoon, AlternateReality!AU

Angst: 5,876 words

A/N: It’s choppy, it’s awful, it’s long, but this is the wrap up of the first part which I loved. 

“No, no way. I’m not staying here while you run off with him. He’ll kill you. Then I’ll be alone,” Namjoon whispered, his voice shaking. “I don’t think I have a choice,” you replied, shivering as you remember the way Hoseok had looked at you. “And could you really watch Seokjin die?” He looked at Jin, who was on a respirator and was only alive due to the combination of medicine and the fact that Namjoon was holding his hand. He was close enough to this world’s version of Namjoon that his presence—his touch—helped Jin. The physician said that if he had another seizure like that he would die. That he was running out of time. “Besides, he’s right. He know this world’s version of me better. And he’s from this world. We aren’t. We don’t know how anything works.” You didn’t like it either, but logically it was the best choice. “But, we’d both be alone in a different way.” He took your hand in his free hand. “And what if you have a panic attack? What if he just leaves you?” “I’m not heartless,” Hoseok chuckled from the doorway. “Are you sure about that?” Namjoon shot back, gripping your hand tightly. Hoseok’s face softened. “I need them back. Namjoon and Jin. I’ll do my best to get her back to you, but I can’t promise anything because I might not even make it back. What we’re going to do is dangerous. And we’re short on time. Which is why you need to put this on so we can go,” he addressed you, holding out an outfit. You slid your hand out of Namjoon’s so you could take the clothing. It was soft yet felt strong and durable. Namjoon caught your gaze, his own worried and scared. 

“I’ll be right back,” you told him, then went and changed into the strange clothing. You pulled your hair back while you were in there and then went back out. Hoseok nodded. “It’ll do. I’ll be in the living room.” You went back to Namjoon, who let go of Jin’s hand to hug you. “Come back. We’re going home together or we’re stuck here together.” He held you tightly. Then he kissed your cheek and quickly took Jin’s hand again. You nodded, thinking how crazy it was that this morning you were freaking out about just seeing his group in person and now you weren’t even fazed by him hugging you. The kiss to your cheek surprised you, but you bent and kissed his forehead. “I’ll try not to let you worry too long,” you whispered. “Talk to Jungkook and Jimin. Jin said that they might have been responsible for us being here.” He nodded slowly, eyes closed and hand on your arm. You kissed his forehead again and then slipped out of the room, hearing him murmur your name with a goodbye. Hoseok was waiting just outside the door, leaning against the frame with a bored look. “It’s going to take us a while to get there. Let’s hope you’ve got it in you to travel hard.” You sure hoped so. —————— You often caught glimpses of the Hoseok you were familiar with as the two of you traveled and fought to where you were guessing this world’s you would be. The two of you dropped behind a chicken coop to catch your breath. He actually laughed softly. “You weren’t kidding. You aren’t a soldier.” “You’re just reaching this conclusion?” You smiled as you tried to catch your breath. You’d been virtually useless, even making him refrain from killing like he normally would which made things twice as difficult. You’d picked up a couple things, and only had two panic attacks that he had helped you through with a surprisingly gentle manner and touch. He fought beautifully and powerfully, just like he danced in your world. It was somewhat mesmerizing and you often found yourself watching him instead of worrying about how the people he was fighting were now hurt. The world was messed up. Crazy messed up, but there was enough that was similar that you could find your way through. Now the two of you were hiding behind the chicken coop of your doppelgänger “She lives here?” Hoseok muttered, peeking at the modest two-story house. You peeked out and smiled a little. There was a porch with a porch swing. Roses in the garden. An herb patch and a vegetable patch. Apple trees further back. The house was modest, but well taken care of. “It’s what I always dreamed I’d have. Minus the chickens because they kind of freak me out. I thought I’d raise pheasants.” He peeked around the coop. “I don’t think this is in use right now. Doesn’t smell.” “True.” “But, this?” He gestured to the house and yard. “I can almost guarantee that she keeps bees in the back of her yard.” “But would she keep Namjoon here?” You licked your lips, then bit your lower lip. “Um, I don’t know. I’ve never kidnapped anyone.” “Good point,” He took a deep breath. “So, now what?” “I could go ring the doorbell.” “Really? That’s the first idea that came to your mind?” You shrugged. “Can you think of a better one?” He looked at you like you were crazy. “Scope it out and break in when she leaves?” “Okay, you do that. I’ll try the doorbell.” You slipped out and into the trees, then around to the road. You went up to the front door and then rang the doorbell. She—you—answered the door. You both stared at each other. “Hi, I’m you from another reality and I have a bone to pick with you.” She looked at your clothes, then her gaze sharpened and scanned her yard. “Where is that jerk?” “What jerk?” Your voice sounded weird to you. And you couldn’t help but notice that this version of you was in better shape. “Hoseok Jung,” she folded her arms. “Oh, well, we’ll talk about that later.” You walked into the house. “Hey!” “What? It’s my house,” you reasoned, checking it out. “Dang this is freaky. I would totally decorate it like this. Where’s Namjoon?” “Excuse me, this is not—“ “Look, I’m sorry I’m interrupting your movie, but I’m trying to prevent one persons death and get back to my own reality with my friend and I can’t do that unless I get Namjoon back.” You folded your arms and looked at yourself. “If you’re anything like me…” you noticed that she had markings on her hands, arms, around her ears and throat. “Then you probably didn’t take Namjoon as a soldier, but as a healer. That’s what you are, right? Not a soldier, but a healer.” She whipped a weapon out, pointing it at Hoseok as he hurried in. “It’s not loaded,” you told him. “Because I’m not a soldier. Never have been. Never could be.” “What are you talking about, she’s—“ “A healer, Hoseok! Look at her hands,” you told him. He let his gaze drop to her hands and his eyes widened. “But you took Namjoon…” “I couldn’t stop healing him after I started the process. We were avoiding escalating war.” She kept her gaze fixed on Hoseok, and her gun. Hoseok looked like his world was shattering. “He was hurt?” “He had a brain tumor and fell down those stairs. I healed him, but it took a while,” she said, still sounding like she would shoot him. “And there wasn’t time to explain it to anyone because the delegation I was there with was attacked.” “Has Namjoon even asked to leave?” Hoseok asked. She frowned. “I’ve kept him in a healing cocoon. It was the best way to help him recover while I worked out how to return him to his home without causing any problems. I just finished healing him. I followed protocol. He knows where he is, and that I was treating him.” “Wake him,” Hoseok demanded. “Please. We can get him back.” She didn’t move. “Me, promise that Hoseok will stop hunting down me and my family.” “Really? Her family? Idiot. Yeah, I promise. I’ll make sure he doesn’t bug you.” You have him a disapproving look. If it had been your family you would definitely have a loaded weapon pointed at him right about now. Oh shit. That could have been really bad. He frowned and shrugged slightly. “Know your enemy.” “Your enemy gets twice as dangerous when you pose a threat to her family,” you answered, folding your arms. She lowered the gun and then set it aside and led the way upstairs to a very comfortable bedroom. Namjoon—this worlds version of him—lay in the bed with a sort of blue light surrounding him. His markings matched Jin’s, but he also had more of them. Hoseok hurried to his side, making a choked sound. She nudged him aside and then seemed to absorb the blue light surrounding Namjoon, placing her hand on his forehead, then stepping back as he took a deeper breath and then opened his eyes. First he saw Hoseok. “Hobi? What are you…” he frowned, then saw both versions of you next to each other. “It’s a long story, Namjoon. We need to get you back home.” Hoseok helped Namjoon stand up. Namjoon looked at her. “Am I done healing?” She nodded. “How long did it take?” He looked outside and froze, eyes wide with horror. He turned desperately to Hoseok. “Jin?!” “He’s alive, but barely. I’m afraid I wasn’t…the burden of leading didn’t help him…” Hoseok looked at the ground, ashamed. Namjoon looked at her. “Thank you, but we need to leave.” “So I gathered. Here’s your stuff.” She held up a bag. He took it and looked to Hoseok. “Everyone else?” You led the way out. “It’s been hard, Namjoon. But they’re alive and healthy.” You sighed, wondering when Namjoon would ask about you. Being around him just made you worry (for the billionth time) about how your Namjoon was doing. You wished you could let him know that you were on your way back with their Namjoon. “What is she doing?” “Ah, shes coming back with us because of reasons you won’t believe until you see. Let’s just focus on getting you to Jin.” Hoseok put a friendly arm around your shoulders. “She’s our guardian angel.” ———— Hoseok had filled Namjoon in on everything, ashamed of his inability to see straight. Namjoon for his part seemed to accept the explanation as to why he had been seeing double, murmuring something about Jungkook or Jimin and messing with things they didn’t understand. “That’s what Jin said,” you commented. Anguish covered Namjoon’s face. “It’s taking us so long to get home. What if he’s dead when we get there?” The three of you were talking as you slipped through side streets of their city. “We have to hope that he isn’t,” Hoseok replied. “If he is…I don’t think I could forgive myself…” Namjoon just made a distressed sound. You dropped behind them as other people appeared, letting the veil drop over your face again. Carrying the bags so that no one would question their walking with you or whether you were a slave. Hoseok unlocked the gate to their home and ushered both of you through. Then the three of you hurried inside and over to the room Jin used. Namjoon froze momentarily at the sight of himself sitting by Jin’s side, but then hurried to Jin’s side and took his place. His marks glowed silver as he took Jin’s hand, as did Jin’s marks. Your Namjoon rushes to hug you, pulling you tightly against his chest. “Oh thank God, I’ve been so worried.” You just nodded slightly, watching as this worlds Namjoon gently ran his fingers through Jin’s hair. Jin’s body seemed to relax, his breathing seemed easier. His eyes fluttered open, glowing silver. “Joon?” “I’m here, Hyung.” “Idiot. Told you you shouldn’t bond with me,” Jin murmured. “You need someone stronger.” Namjoon shushed him softly. “I wanted to keep you around. You’re stronger than I ever was.” “He’ll never fully recover,” Your Namjoon murmured, watching with you. “The physician said that he was almost blind, and that his body has sustained permanent damage.” Their Namjoon kept running his fingers through Jin’s hair. “I failed…I couldn’t take care of them…” Jin’s breath hitches and he coughed weakly. Namjoon shushed him softly. “You did great, Hyung. They’re all alive. You’re alive. You’re going to get better. I’m back now. I’m not going anywhere and you better not go anywhere either.” “I’m so tired, ‘mjoon…” Jin breathed it out, eyes closing. “I…” “Jinnie?” Namjoon quickly moved to check his pulse and then slumped over in relief. He then pushed back up and leaned in and kissed Jin. You felt your Namjoon (RM, just think of him as RM) stiffen. “What?” He breathed out. You stared as well as Namjoon crawled into the bed to hold Jin gently so that he could easily monitor the elder mans breathing and heart rate. Hoseok nodded for all of you to leave and give Namjoon and Jin some space, closing the door behind you. “I’m going to go tell the others. Make sure they don’t try to get in.” You nodded. Your Namjoon shook his head. “That’s so weird.” “Alternate reality, anything could happen. Besides, there are factions in your fandom who ship you with Jin.” He shook his head and then hugged you tightly. “It was Jungkook. He admitted it the day after you left. We could get back home.” You sighed in relief, burying your face in Namjoon’s shoulder. “Good. This place scares me. I’ve seen more than I wanted to. I was worried about you.” He pushed you away a little and then kissed you lightly before he looked at you like he couldn’t believe he did that. You nodded slowly. “You did.” He got embarrassed, stepping away and covering his face with one hand and stammering. You just sort of nodded, downplaying how much your heart raced and your mind screaming in ecstasy at getting kissed by him. “It’s okay. It’s just because of the situation. I get it. Everything will go back to how it was before. The way it should be.” You turned away from him. It was strange that you felt so close to him. He knew so little about you and you knew quite a bit about him after being his fan for so long. After having him as your bias for so long. Besides, for all you knew when you got back you might end up in jail or something for kidnapping. “I don’t want it to.” You froze at his words, looking up at him. “You barely know me.” “It’s going to take us some time to get out of here and for once I have some privacy. I can take the time to get to know you. So let me. Let me know you.” He took your hands, still seeming a little shy and embarrassed, but when he did meet your eyes, he held your gaze. You looked away. “When we get back, you won’t. You’ll have schedules. And I’ll have to go home. Everyone knows even if you guys don’t say that dating isn’t an option. I’m just one of a couple million fans, and you deserve to have someone who gets to know you in person, by spending time with you. You deserve to have someone who knows as much about you as you know about them so that you can learn about each other together.” “Or I can get to know you,” He insisted. Jungkook cleared his throat. You quickly pulled away from Namjoon as he was distracted by Jungkook. Jungkook looked apologetic. “Sorry, I, um, I figured you didn’t want to continue that conversation in front of me. Are they…” “We’re under strict instructions not to let anyone in,” Namjoon told him. Jungkook looked at you. “Did he tell you?” “That you were the one who brought us here? Yeah. He told me.” “I’m sorry I pulled you from your lives,” He murmured, looking at the floor. “But I’m not sorry that it led to hyung returning. We need him. Jin-ssi-hyung needs him.” Just then you all could hear raised voices from inside. “I’m not breaking our soul-bond! Not when it can save you!” Namjoon’s voice carried through the door and he yelled it, almost desperately. “If you break it, I’ll just put it back!” The others had come down at that point and all of you looked nervously at each other. You went over, opening the door slightly while the others waited nervously. “No, stop it, hyung. Stop it!” “Namjoon…I’m not…I’m not getting better…it’ll hurt you…if I die…while we’re…bonded…” “It’ll hurt me if you die at all. Hyung, if you break it you’ll die,” Namjoon’s voice had risen in pitch as his desperation to stop Jin turned to panic. “I might not be able to establish it fast enough to save you!” “If I don’t break it and I…do live, you’ll never be able…to part from me. I’d die…if you broke it to…bond with your…future partner…” “Stop, just stop! Please just rest!” It was quiet for a moment. “Hyung? Hyung!?” You unfroze, darting in and seeing that Jin was spasming again. The others were right behind you and Yoongi quickly moved to adjust the medical equipment. Namjoon hovered right next to Jin, looking as terrified as RM had on that first day. “Please stay with me, please, hyung!” He was touching Jin’s skin everywhere he could without being in the way. “He should be getting better,” Yoongi said, sounding scared. You grabbed Hoseok’s arm and pulled him close so you could whisper. “Is there a disease that will strike soul-bonded people if the person they bond with thinks the other doesn’t love them?” He looked at you, but you could see the wheels turning. “Joon, did you ever tell hyung how you felt? Did you ever tell him how you really felt? Kiss him when he was awake?” Of course. Jin had been asleep. Namjoon looked between Hoseok and Jin. “He would never believe me. I couldn’t lose him.” “You are losing him, you idiot! Tell him!” You screeched, unable to hold back anymore, a panic attack of your own starting to well up. Hoseok straightened. “Everyone buy Yoongi out. Now.” The boys moved to obey, and RM quickly guided you out, seeming to notice that you were sinking into your own panic from the stress around you and inside of you. ————— The two weeks it took to prepare to send you and RM back to the proper reality were quiet. He spent most of it getting to know you, he asked you questions and would talk with you about your interests. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to know everything, because that’s what he asked. Everything. But you wouldn’t let him do much more than hold your hand, and you would let him hug you to help you through any panic attacks. You were aware of the reality you would have to go back to. The day you two were set to go back was the first day that Jin was finally out of bed. He was in a wheel-chair, still not strong enough to stand on his own, but the relief that seemed to fill the house at seeing improvement was soothing. He listened, staring blindly outside with a soft smile as everyone talked to each other and prepared to send you and RM back. You sat next to him. “You’ve got a great family.” He smiled, turning toward your voice. “I do. Will you and RM stay together after you go back?” “It’s a little more complicated. He’s in the public eye there, a girlfriend could really do some damage to his career. He doesn’t have time for a girlfriend. Plus, there’s the language barrier. Sure, he speaks English, but I don’t actually speak Korean.” You looked at your hands, fidgeting a bit. “Besides, it was just a coincidence. Us meeting. It should never have happened in the first place.” He reached out, finding your hands in the first go. “But it did.” You sighed, shivering slightly and pressing his hand to your forehead affectionately. You had grown close to this version of Seokjin over the past couple of weeks as you helped Namjoon help him. The two of you were friends. Now you’d have to go back to your own reality where you’re just another fan-girl that they struggle to communicate with because you don’t speak much Korean. Actually, you’d probably get labeled a sasaeng and have to go in hiding. “Hey, it’s going to be alright,” Jin murmured, his other hand finding your face. “Breathe.” You tried to, but you were too wound up and anxious about returning. “RM.” He came over when Jin called, seeming to know that it was about you from the way Jin held your face. He pulled your head to his shoulder as Jin let go, then pulled you from your spot and onto his lap so he could hold you and comfort you. “Breathe,” He murmured, then starting humming softly. He had been doing it ever since you told him that you loved his voice, that you liked to listen to Mono and Reflection when you were stressed because it was oddly chill despite the deep and sad lyrics. You shivered and curled to bury your face in his neck, breathing him in one last time. “You’ll always have me,” He murmured. “It’s ready!” Hoseok called over, then seemed to regret interrupting you two. You nodded, sliding out of RM’s arms because he wasn’t expecting you to leave them. He quickly stood up, a hand on your back to steady you if you weren’t able to yourself. You didn’t look at him. “We should get home.” He tried to get you to look at him, but realized you weren’t going to. Finally, he settled for taking your hand and squeezing it before following you over to where the boys from this reality were waiting to send you back. Whatever they did, it worked fast. You fell back from the force into Namjoon’s arms and when you looked around, you were somewhere in Korea. He stared down at you, then looked up and blinked in surprise. “Uh…my dorm is just over there.” You swallowed hard. “I should get going. We don’t know how long we’ve been missing.” He smiled at you. “You’re still speaking in Korean.” You blinked, and sort of knew it was true. You switched to English, wondering what would happen if you tried to speak Korean after speaking English here. “I still need to go.” “Come inside, call your family.” He insisted, still speaking Korean. “Namjoon, they probably think that I kidnapped you. How are you going to explain to them that we ended up in an alternate reality?” He caught your hand as you tried to turn away. “Please don’t go. You’re the only one that…no one else will understand. Please don’t leave.” That’s when both of your phones started blowing up with missed calls and texts and other notifications. You both looked at your phones, then at each other. “Two months…” You swallowed hard. “Namjoon, we’re going to have to pretend we were kidnapped.” Namjoon nodded, and pulled you down the street. The two of you went quite the distance, to an area that seemed sort of sketchy. Then he called one of them back. “Hyung-nim?” You closed out the conversation, barely noting how Namjoon spun the situation before focusing on the texts you had received. You would have to call later, after everything here in Korea was taken care of. “Hey, you still with me?” His voice was gentle as he took your hands in his, searched your face with a look of concern, then sat beside you on the sidewalk and put an arm around your shoulders so he could pull you to him. “Sorry, y/n. I should have made sure you were out of the attack before we walked halfway across town.” You just whimpered slightly. “What if they blame me?” “I won’t let them,” He murmured. “They know you’re with me. I know you need to go back to your family, but I’ll need your help to get through all of this. For sanity.” Your heart ached at the familiar words, but you nodded slowly. “For sanity.” The words came out soft and somewhat reluctant. He seemed to shiver for a moment, then his hold on you tightened. His own breathing was shaky. A van pulled up and someone that must have been his manager got out and started asking Namjoon if he was okay and if you were okay, and just seeming really worried about him. “We woke up here, hyung-nim. I don’t know where we were before, or how we got here,” Namjoon lied, even though you could tell he didn’t want to. His manager seemed to accept this, coaxing the both of you up and into the vehicle as if worried the two of you would disappear. Since you had already done so once before, you supposed it wasn’t that big of a stretch. His manager asked about you, and Namjoon seemed to sense that you didn’t want to speak, not yet, so he spoke for you, including that you understood and spoke some Korean but that you were fighting off a panic attack. This was all followed by a trip to the police station, where you had to stay until the embassy representative arrived with some paperwork to help the process go more smoothly. Namjoon insisted on staying with you, despite his manager’s protest that the boys would want to see him. He had already talked to his family, but had yet to see the other boys. He looked at you, then at his manager. “She needs me right now.” And he was right, unfortunately, because you were having trouble making head or tails of anything and the longer the police questioned you, the more upset you got. You were surprised when the boys came into the police station, but Namjoon seemed even more surprised. He got up, quickly getting engulfed in hugs and greetings. You saw the embassy representative come back out after talking with the police, and looked at you. “We should get you to the airport.” You looked back at Namjoon, who was completely distracted by the guys, then you got up and followed her out to her car. The police had had your stuff from the hotel, and it was the only reason they had even known you were missing from what they said. And now you were heading home, far away from Namjoon. ———— “Hey, isn’t this the group you like?” Your best friend asked, showing you a song on her phone. “BTS. Yeah,” You replied, but your words sounded hollow. You hadn’t been able to listen to their music ever since you left Korea. You started crying every time. Your family thought it was just because you had been through some sort of trauma. “I like it. They have a new album coming out soon, right?” You shrugged. “I haven’t been paying attention lately.” She just nodded, then patted your back. “I have to go meet my boyfriend. I’ll see you Thursday?” “No. Mom’s taking me to visit my brother.” “Oh, okay. Well, I’ll see you soon then.” She bonked your head affectionately, then left. She’d been nice about the funk you found yourself in ever since. She was able to draw you from it every so often, but today was a bad day—the six-month anniversary of your return—and she must have been able to tell the minute she walked in that there was no pulling you out today. Instead she cuddled you and made quiet conversation every now and then while you both just sort of surfed different websites in each other’s presents. The v-live notification startled you, but you noticed the title of it and your heart skipped a beat. “[BTS] for sanity”. You tapped it, your hands shaking. “Ah, there we go. The notification is still so late,” He was saying, reading comments and waiting. “Yes, I’m doing well. Sorry I was gone for so long. Yes! The new album. I’m really excited for this one. It holds a lot of meaning for me. I recently read a book, it was placed in an alternate reality and a lot of what I learned there was really inspiring. I wondered if the characters managed to keep their ability after returning, and while thinking about everything that happened in that story, I wrote one of the songs on the album about the main characters. I hope you all listen to it and enjoy it.” You wanted to close it before the tears wouldn’t stop. It hurt so much just seeing him on the screen of your phone. To hear him referring to that time with you like this was almost unbearable. “It’s also my solo song on the album, so I really hope you all love it.” His eyes seemed to flick across the screen like he was looking for something. Like if he looked hard enough he might see… “The book? I can’t remember the title. It didn’t fit the story. The main character’s name was y/n, though. It was a great story, but the ending broke my heart. I…hope there will be sequel. I feel like I never got to say goodbye, you know?” He kept talking, moving on to other subjects so that his fans wouldn’t linger to long on his words. But you were crying. You were crying so hard that you couldn’t breathe and when your brother found you he quickly sat you up and called for your mom. You told her everything, and just demonstrating the fact that you could speak whatever language you wanted as fluently as you wanted was enough to convince her. She’d seen your grades in Spanish. She helped you cut that stuff out of your life, she helped you refocus. You started helping your brother house-hunt. So she took care of the actual story you had written based off of what had happened, just altered, and sent it to a couple agents while the you mostly focused on house hunting for your brother. Which was how you found yourself staring at the same house as the one in the alternate universe. It needed work, but your brother said he liked that, and that it was near his work and you had already agreed that you would live with him and cook and help him fix it up instead of having to rent an apartment. It was time to move on. But you weren’t even surprised when he appeared on your front porch one day. You had described the house to him back in the alternate reality, even told him the address, telling him why you would have made each of those choices in your own world. You weren’t surprised that he remembered, or had written it down. You had been sitting on the porch swing, a blanket draped over you as you looked over your newly published book. The van that pulled up your drive was pretty big, and you didn’t know anyone who drove one, which led you to be suspicious. When Namjoon got out and saw you, your heart soared and you could see him almost start to smile. You sat up as he hurried up the walkway and up the steps of the porch. “Y/n.” You kept your gaze down. “Don’t even think about denying that you love me because I read it. I read it and you do. That’s why you left without saying goodbye. I tried to catch you at the airport but I couldn’t. I meant to find you sooner, I swear. I just, I was just able to convince them that I needed you.” He then looked at the house. “Is it…?” “My brother’s. I…I couldn’t tie myself down no matter how hard I tried.” He brought your face up so he could look at you. “Hmm, looks like you’re suffering just as much as I am from being away from the person I’ve bonded my soul to. My y/n.” “It still doesn’t make sense for us to be together.” “I don’t care. I need you.” And you needed him. Even your mom was pointing out that you seemed better when you first got home than you did now. She had helped you cut them out because she thought it would help you, but when she saw that it made you worse… “I heard your song.” He smiled. “It’s about you.” “I know. I like that it wasn’t sad. It helps me sleep,” You murmured. He sat next to you, pulling you into his arms and starting to softly sing. You melted into him. “What made you come here?” “I remembered your words at the alternate version of me. You screamed at him to tell Jin how he really felt. You encouraged them when Jin thought he should let go. I realized that you’re Jin in this situation. You screamed at Namjoon because you saw yourself in Jin.” He tilted your chin up and kissed you. “I love you. I know it’s scary, but the company and the boys have our backs. We’ll get through whatever happens together.” You sighed, feeling all the tension leaving your body. You were tired of fighting against what felt right. “Okay.” “Really?” You nodded. “I love you, too. I’m…I’ve just been too scared.” “Our nightmares are over, baby. Come formally meet the guys?” He asked gently. You realized they were all peeking out of the van doors and windows. You looked up at him. “Anyone you especially want me to meet?” He realized you were teasing him about Jin and just shook his head, grinning and helping you up. “The only person I would ever bond my soul to is you.” You kissed him. “And I would choose you.” Suddenly a letter dropped onto the railing of the porch. The two of you looked at it in surprise, then you tentatively picked it up, noting your name on it. You opened it and smiled as you scanned over the letter, then poured the eight rings into your hand. “We’ve been invited to dinner,” You said, handing him the ring that matched yours—which was the only feminine looking ring in there. Namjoon grinned. “They’re going to freak out.” “Mmhmm, but they’ll have all of us. For sanity,” You smiled up at him, excitement bubbling up in you. He turned toward the van and waved for the guys to come up. “Tell the manager we’ll meet them at the hotel.” “Wonder if any of the other boys have soul-bonded since Namjoon returned?” He laughed at the idea. It was a beautiful sound.

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