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twistedtummies2 · 4 years ago

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Giants in the Sky - Part 1

As I promised, here - at long, long last - is a story based on “My Hero Academia!” This is actually an AU story I came up with, intending it as a trade with another person (who shall remain anonymous). That person found their schedule was way too busy, and as time went on, I decided it might be best to just give this AU a try myself. So here I am to do so! As I said, originally this was going to be a two-parter, but I decided to change it into two separate stories, and each story itself will be two parts...effectively making this a four-parter. (Get it? Got it. Good.) I’m going to begin work on the second story hopefully this week, but in the meantime, here’s the first tale. Part one goes up today, part two shall be up tomorrow. This first part is primarily exposition/plot-based; the “fun stuff” comes in the next half, and trust me, there’s PLENTY of it. >:)

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Once Upon a Time, in a Kingdom Far, Far Away… The Green Knight smiled, his armor shining like emeralds as he stepped out into the sunlight. He walked out with pride – a young man whose freckled face and wild, dark green hair belied his bravery and chivalry. He held his helmet under one arm, the other gripping his sword, as he stared down at the crowd of people below him. His heart swelled and he nearly felt like crying as he heard them all cheering his name…then came the voice of the King himself, echoing in his ears and making his pulses sing with joy. “All Hail Sir Midoriya of Shi-Tan! The Greatest Warrior in All of Ua! A True Hero!” The crowd cheered louder. The Green Knight closed his eyes and sighed, warmth fluttering in his heart. In truth, the adulation was just a bonus: as he heard the voices calling up his name, he knew he had helped them all. He had saved many lives by slaying the terrible Dragon of Belfast, and now they could sleep peacefully – be they peasant or nobleman – without fear of danger and destruction. Every single voice…every single life…they’d all be happy and secure. That was what truly mattered…but the recognition was nice. He felt…like he finally belonged. Like he was where he was always meant to be; where he’d wanted to be for his entire short, young life. So many years of struggle and toil…and now, here he was, his praises being sung across the empire. He whispered the words he’d heard to himself, dreamily, as he felt the warm Sun upon his youthful face: “A True Hero…” “OI! MIDORIYA!” “YAH!” Izuku Midoriya’s eyes jolted open and he jumped about a foot in the air. He gasped and panted, looking around himself in alarm, a glimmer of confusion in his wide, bright green eyes. The Castle and its courtyard had disappeared. He found himself in a wide, brown field; to one side of the field, not so far away, was the edge of the forest; just over the tops of the trees, he could see the distant, glittering, pearly shine of the Castle he’d been daydreaming about. To the other side was the farm where he worked. He looked down at himself, and sighed somewhat dismally; his beautiful green armor had been replaced with a peasant’s tunic of green, along with a dull red vest and matching shoes, his green trousers held in place by a white rope belt. Before him was the plough he had been working, pulled by a dull-eyed donkey, which swished its tail lazily as it looked back at him, serene patience in its half-lidded eyes. Midoriya smiled bashfully at the plough animal. “Sorry, Mineta,” he said to the donkey, scratching the back of his head. “I got distracted I guess…” “You do that too often.”

Midoriya blinked and froze. “…Did you just talk?” he asked the donkey. The donkey snorted, and then the voice came again… “No, you little fool. It was me. The one who pays you and gives you a home, remember?” WHAPP! Midoriya yelped and turned around as a light but firm swat bapped him upside the head. He timidly looked up and chuckled nervously at the figure who had smacked him. “Oh…uh…s-sorry, Mr. Aizawa.” Aizawa was a tall, thin man. His black hair was long and frequently unkempt, his unshaven face abnormally pale. Between these features and his seemingly permanently bloodshot eyes, Midoriya often worried the head farmer would flop over from lack of sleep. “What do you expect?” the farmer would say, when the youth addressed him about the issue. “I have to deal with you and that other rambunctious kid every day, ANYONE would lose sleep.” Aizawa frowned, and Midoriya flinched back; there was always such a dangerous, smoldering look in the older farmer’s eyes when he was irate…which was quite often. The irises could go from hollow and almost lifeless to sharp as daggers or hot as scorching flames in an instant. He wore dark clothes that were a little nicer than Midoriya’s, but not by much; with a grunt, he jabbed a thumb towards the cattle pen on the premises. “Kaminari’s having trouble with Milky White,” Aizawa grumbled. “One of you can finish ploughing later. Right now, put Mineta away and then go help him out.” Midoriya’s smile became less nervous, and he nodded respectfully. “Yes, sir,” he said, and set about undoing the plough and bringing Mineta with him by the halter to the barn where the donkey slept. Aizawa’s farm produced three things: a great abundance of poultry, with the chickens being sold to market at regular intervals, and of course the wheat in the fields…and milk. The milk all came from a single cow: an old heifer appropriately named Milky White. The name not only came from the cow’s appearance – with short, coarse hair of purest, snowy white all over her body, not a speckle of brown or black to be found beyond her huge, doe-like eyes – but for the product she put forth. Far and wide, across the Kingdom of Ua, the milk was considered to be the whitest dairy anybody had ever seen. It fetched quite a handsome price at market, far more than the chickens or the wheat ever did, and allowed the trio who dwelled on the farm to get by well enough. Midoriya had lived on the farm most of his life; he and Kaminari were orphans who had met on the streets and befriended each other. One day, many moons ago – the two were scarcely older than seven – Kaminari had suggested breaking into the home of the farmer who lived alone at the edge of the woods: Shota Aizawa. Midoriya had been hesitant, and to this day, Kaminari claimed it was his hesitant nature that got them caught (though Midoriya was fairly sure it was more likely how much noise Kaminari made while they were breaking in). Instead of turning them into the authorities – the Kingdom was not kind to thieves – Aizawa had decided the two would work on his farm for a while to “pay their debt.” That was how it had started…but after some time, the farm became like home, and the pair just…stayed there. Aizawa never seriously complained. The keyword being seriously. He ALWAYS complained. In the years he’d spent on the farm, Midoriya had developed a much closer relation to Milky White than Kaminari. After putting Mineta away, the young man with green hair trotted to the cattle pen; Milky White quietly grazed on a big trough full of barley. Beside her was a battered wooden stool, and seated on the stool was another young man – sharp-featured and with unusual, amber-colored eyes – his messy blonde hair swept away from his face. He was glaring and grinding his teeth with frustration, trying to squeeze milk out of the cow’s udders. “Rrrrgh…it’s no good!” he snapped as Midoriya stepped through the gate into the pen. He threw up his hands in defeat as he continued: “I can never get her to give me anything! It’s like she clams up!” Midoriya chuckled; his blonde friend pouted childishly. “You’re always either too rough or too gentle,” he said, patting Kaminari’s shoulder, then smiled helpfully. “Let me try: she should give me something.” Kaminari sighed and nodded in supplication, then got up from the milking stool. Midoriya sat down and gently stroked Milky White’s side. The cow let out a pleased moo, and he then began to try and milk the creature. However, after several tries, his smile faded. He was doing everything the way he always did, yet absolutely nothing was coming out. “Hey…what’s wrong, old girl?” he asked softly, patting the cow’s side. Milky White’s rather sleepy-looking eyes looked towards him and she blinked slowly. “Huh? You’re having trouble, too?” Kaminari asked, kneeling down; he’d been watching to try and figure out what he’d been doing wrong. The blonde frowned; Midoriya had NEVER failed to get milk before. “Yeah,” the green-haired boy nodded, and a worried expression crossed his face. “The past two weeks, she’s been giving less and less…maybe it’s something we’ve been feeding her?” “Impossible!” Kaminari insisted with a shake of his head. “We haven’t ever once changed her diet!” “Something wrong?” The two looked to see Aizawa leaning against the gate; he looked so tired, one swore the gate was all that was keeping him up. “She’s not milking,” Kaminari answered, gesturing to Milky White. Aizawa frowned, looking concerned and confused. He looked toward Midoriya…and tilted his head. The young man’s eyes were steadily moving between the udders and the bucket, an intense look of concentration on his face. His hand rubbed at his chin as he mumbled and muttered unintelligibly to himself. The head farmer and the blonde stable lad shared a look, then looked back to the other boy. “Oi,” Aizawa called out. “Izuku…kid, what do you think’s up?” Midoriya jumped and yelped, pulled out of thought again. He sighed with relief, and rubbed one arm. “Well…I-I was just thinking, Milky White is a pretty old cow,” he said slowly. A pause. “…And?” Kaminari pressed, while Aizawa narrowed his eyes. “Oh! Um…well…I hate to say it, but maybe she’s just gotten to an age, finally, where she…can’t give milk anymore,” he shrugged. “It would explain why it’s been harder to manage her and why we’ve been getting less and less.” Milky White let out another moo, looking offended at the implications she was so old. Midoriya smiled and patted her side reassuringly. “I think you may be right,” Aizawa nodded, and sighed wearily. “Well…in that case, there’s only one thing to do.” “Um…make apple strudel?” Both Midoriya and Aizawa stared a Kaminari, who was smiling a dopey, chipper smile. “…No,” Aizawa answered slowly, then paused before elaborating simply: “We have to sell the cow.” “Sell her?!” gasped Midoriya, while Milky White’s own eyes widened in surprise, and she let out another moo that sounded quite alarmed. “Do we…d-do we really HAVE to?” “Yes,” Aizawa responded bluntly. “I don’t have the money to keep a cow on the farm that doesn’t put anything out. At least if we sell her, we’ll be able to make some money off her one last time; hopefully enough to buy another cow.” “But their milk won’t be nearly as good as hers!” protested Midoriya. “Probably not, but if she’s not giving ANY milk, that doesn’t make much difference, does it?” Izuku felt that couldn’t easily be denied, and bit his lip. “Don’t we have any other options?” Kaminari asked, noting the conflict on his friend’s face. Aizawa raised an eyebrow. “Well, you could slaughter her yourselves, yeah.” The boys looked VERY ill, and Milky White was visibly shaking. “Yeeeeaaaah…I-I’mma pass on that,” shuddered Kaminari. “Then it’s settled,” Aizawa sniffed. “At least if she’s sold, she might be able to be a pet instead of someone’s dinner,” murmured Midoriya, rather sadly. Aizawa decided it wasn’t worth telling the rather forlorn-looking boy how unlikely that was. “Who’ll be in charge of giving her away?” Kaminari asked, while Midoriya petted the cow’s side gently. “I have some work I still need to do of my own,” Aizawa said, and pointed to Izuku. “Midoriya, you’ll take Milky White to market.” “M-Me?!” squeaked out Izuku, eyes wide. “Hey! Why not me?!” huffed Kaminari. “I haven’t been to market in ages!” “There’s a reason for that,” droned Aizawa, giving the blonde a withering stare. “The last time I sent you into town, I asked you to buy a dozen apples. You came back with two dozen pears.” “Hey, in my defense, they do taste sort of similar, AND you got more than-” “And the time before that,” Aizawa pressed on, “I sent you into town to buy some meat, and you came back with cheese! MOLDY cheese!” “I…well, um…uh…” “And the time before THAT,” Aizawa nearly growled, “I sent you to buy some milk…and you came back covered in lipstick marks, babbling about some cute blonde who traded your money for PERFUME.” Silence. Kaminari flushed, lowered his head, and kicked at the ground. “…She c-called me handsome…” Midoriya closed his eyes and shook his head, while Aizawa sighed and slapped a hand over his face. He mumbled something about being cursed into his palm, then looked back to Midoriya. “This will be your first time in the market, at least for my sake,” he said, somewhat warningly. “Please, DON’T make the same mistakes Kaminari has made.” “I won’t,” Midoriya promised, and stood up from the stool. “How soon do I leave?” “At once. Get the halter and I’ll tell you how much to ask for her, and give you further instructions…”

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“No less than five pounds, no less than five pounds…”

Izuku Midoriya – a red cap perched upon his head – muttered the mantra to himself over and over again under his breath, as he led Milky White along a crooked, broken road. The route to market passed through the forest that surrounded the farm. It had been a very long time since Midoriya had set foot on the road, and he idly wondered if anyone in town would recognize him in the least as one of the two waifs that had rambunctiously lived about the streets. Milky White let out a sad moo; Midoriya smiled kindly and paused to pat the bovine’s snout. “I know, old girl, but don’t worry,” he soothed. “I’ll make sure you get a good home, if I can. I promise.” He thought the cow smiled faintly, but he wasn’t sure. The boy continued on his path, carefully looking from left to right; he road he was taking had curves, but no forks or other paths. It was a more or less straight shot to the marketplace from here. He still had a long ways to go, however, and the forest seemed to grow denser around him, the branches of the trees twining together as their tops swayed slightly with the breeze. He had often thought the woods could be frightening, but in truth, the forest was very beautiful; the green leaves seemed to sparkle in the sunlight that shimmered between them, and he could hear birds chirping overhead. As Midoriya walked, he soon came to a patch of forest thinner than the rest; through a gap in the trees, he looked up and saw the sky. Two huge, white, puffy clouds painted the blissful blue backdrop. A sweet, vacant, daydreaming smile came over the wandering urchin’s face. In his mind’s eye, one cloud looked like a knight preparing to duel a frightful monster, represented by the other cloud. He was so lost in his daydreams, that he failed to hear Milky White’s warning bellow. And a moment later… WHUMP! “Oof!” “Ach!” Izuku thudded into something – or, rather, someone – and stumbled back clumsily before landing on his bunce with a grunt. He heard the other person fall in the same manner. “Ow,” Midoriya mumbled, massaging his sore backside for a moment before climbing up onto his feet and moving towards the other person, apologizing hastily. “I-I’m so sorry!” Izuku pleaded, extending a helping hand. “I should have watched where I was going, I just-” “It’s okay, it’s okay, stop apologizing,” the other fellow said, and stood up brushing himself off. Midoriya stepped back, withdrawing his arm and looking over the man: he was tall and exceedingly lank, with a bony face and deeply-sunken blue eyes that gave him an overall almost skeletal appearance. A huge head of wavy blonde hair adorned his scalp, and he was dressed in what appeared to be a nobleman’s coat: gold in color, with black pinstripes. Midoriya gulped nervously, eyes widening as he took in the strange man’s appearance, nearly quivering. The Mysterious Man was clearly of noble blood; would the gentleman be angry with him? He really didn’t need any trouble, he just wanted to get to the market soon… “I’m…I d-didn’t mean to bump into you, sir,” he peeped timidly, and the man – who was dusting off his coat – raised an eyebrow in his direction. “If, um…if there’s anything I can do t-to make it up to you, uh…” “Nonsense,” the Mysterious Man smiled benevolently, and gave a wink and a wide, toothy smile. “Good morning to you, Young Midoriya!” Izuku froze, mouth clapping shut. He blinked. “…Good morning to you. Uh…h-how come you know my name?” “Where are you heading this morning?” the Man asked, politely, not at all answering the question. Midoriya frowned and took a slightly suspicious step back. “I’m going to market,” he responded, lifting the part of the halter he held in emphasis. “My master’s cow here won’t milk anymore, so we’re hoping to sell her. As a pet,” he clarified, in the firmest voice he could. “Hmmm,” smirked the Mysterious Man, lifting a hand to his chin and cocking his head to one side. “I see…” A pause. “Who are you, sir?” Midoriya thought to ask. “Call me Yagi,” the Man said, simply, then smiled a bit wider. “How much are you demanding for this cow, Young Midoriya?” “No less than five pounds,” recited Izuku. Yagi frowned slightly. “Why such a sum?” “Well…um…m-my Master told me to ask for it,” Midoriya answered, honestly, and with a hint of embarrassment. “Ahhh,” nodded Yagi, then smiled anew. “And what would you say if I offered you something worth more than money?” Midoriya blinked, and looked towards Milky White, who rolled her great brown eyes up at him skeptically. He then gave Yagi an equally dubious but also keenly interested sort of look. “Such as?” Yagi smirked, and bent down, placing his hands on his knees as he was now eye-to-eye with Izuku. “Tell me, Young Midoriya…if you can…how many beans make five?” “Two in each hand, and one in your mouth!” Midoriya chirruped back, sharp as a needle, remembering the old chestnut from when he was a little boy. “Right you are!” Yagi chuckled, and tapped Midoriya on the nose. He chuckled louder as the younger man let out a childish squeak and covered his “booped” nose protectively. “And here they are now: the very beans themselves.” So saying, and with a flourish of one hand, the Mysterious Man – seemingly out of nowhere – pulled out a handful of five large, strange-looking beans: each was the size of a cashew, and each was brightly colored in different shades – red, yellow, blue, green, and pink – so that they seemed to form a little rainbow patch in the tall, thin man’s palm. “And as you are so sharp, good Midoriya,” Yagi went on, “I don’t mind offering a trade with you: how about you swap your cow…for these extraordinary, extravagant, extra-large, extra-extra-extra beans?” Midoriya looked at the colorful beans, then Yagi’s face…and frowned, scrunching his brow and looking a little confused and more than a little doubtful. “No offense, sir, but…um…why would I trade my cow for some beans?” he said, sensibly. “I mean…especially when I’ve been asked to get money. It just…doesn’t seem very wise.” “Normally, I would agree with you,” Yagi nodded, his voice equally reasonable, as he then lifted the beans a bit higher, their colors almost seeming to glisten in the sunlight that peered through the treetops. “But you haven’t got the slightest idea of what sort of beans these are. These aren’t ordinary beans: they’re MAGIC beans.” Midoriya raised an eyebrow. “Magic?” “Yes,” Yagi said. “If you plant these beans tonight – under the light of the blue moon – by morning they’ll grow into a stalk tall enough to reach the top of the blue sky itself! And not an inch less.” Midoriya’s eyes widened; now he had some interest. “Really?” “Yes, really!” Yagi grinned widely, blue eyes wide and bright. “I would stake my reputation on it!” Midoriya bit his lip…then fiddled with the halter. Milky White moved her head slowly, swinging it to watch the conversation with her own sense of dopey interest. “Again, no offense, but…I don’t know you. Sir,” Midoriya reminded the Mysterious Man. “So…what kind of reputation can I trust a stranger to have?” Yagi opened his mouth to answer…then blinked…and paused, tilting his head and looking up to the sky. “Huh,” he muttered, scratching his cheek with a long, skinny finger. “That’s reasonable enough, Young Midoriya.” Midoriya nodded and gave the halter a tug, attempting to pass. “Right. Well, thank you for your offer, sir,” he said, politely, “But I just can’t-” “Hold on, hold on!” Yagi exclaimed, with such power in his voice it made Midoriya yelp and jump back in surprise. “Let me make you a deal: the time now is…” He paused, and – with his free hand, for the other still clutched the odd beans – reached into the pocket of his nobleman’s vest, pulling out a pocket watch – both as golden as his coat – and checked it before tucking it away again. “…The time now is six o’ clock,” he reported, and then went on: “If by tomorrow, at this hour, you discover anything has happened differently, in any way at all from what I promised…then you can meet me at this exact same spot, and I’ll give you the five pounds you asked for. Now there’s something we can agree on, yeah?” Izuku still looked unconvinced. Yagi’s eyes roamed up and down the young man’s form…and he sighed before kneeling down before him. “Young Midoriya,” he whispered softly, in a voice so low and so heartfelt it caught the green-haired youth off guard. “I know we’ve only just met…and I know you haven’t got much reason at all to trust me. But I have seen the way you looked at those clouds. I know of the daydreams people say you have. Tell me something: what do you wish for, more than anything in the world?” The young man paused before answering, figuring it would do no harm: “I want to be a hero. I want…I want to help people. I want to help my village, my friends, and I…I want to BE somebody. Not just a farmer’s helper, but…someone important.” “For money or fame?” “No. Not really. I mean…those are nice, but…just knowing I did something with my life, and knowing that I helped so many other people…that’s what I really want. I want to be remembered. And I…I want to do something amazing. Something that will be worth any risk if it helps others.” Yagi’s smile widened; there was a twinkle in the thin man’s eye. “I know those dreams very well,” he said sagely, and opened his hand once more, offering the beans to the youngster again as he went on: “Take these and plant them, just as I told you. I can’t promise you what will come of them will be easy for you. I can’t promise you it will be safe. I can’t even promise you that you won’t regret it. But if you do as I say…if you take this chance I’m giving you…maybe you can be a hero.” A pause. Midoriya took a deep breath. “…Do you promise to take care of Milky White?” “I do.” “And if anything does go wrong, you do promise to pay me the five pounds?” “I’ll make it ten, if you want.” Midoriya smiled. “Then I guess there’s nothing to lose, is there?” “I wouldn’t say that,” chuckled Yagi, “But you won’t be any worse off than you are now, will you?” “That’s true,” Midoriya nodded slowly in consideration…then smiled widely, eyes lighting up. “Alright! Deal!” The bargain was executed quickly, as Yagi pulled a small leather bag out of his coat pocket. He poured the beans inside, and traded the little bag for Milky White’s halter. “Farewell, Young Midoriya,” Yagi smiled, giving a mock salute to the young man. “And a pleasure doing business with you!” “Same to you,” Midoriya smiled, adjusting his scarlet cap, and turned away, opening the bag to inspect the beans. He took a few steps away, and made sure all five were inside. Nodding to himself, he turned around again, looking up, preparing to wave goodbye… …Only to find, to his amazement, that both Yagi and Milky White had seemingly vanished into thin air. Midoriya stared at the spot where they had stood…then looked at the bag of Magic Beans…then his smile returned, and with a whoop a laugh, he pocketed the beans and ran pell-mell back down the woodland path towards the farm. He couldn’t wait to see Mr. Aizawa’s reaction!

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“YOU. LITTLE. FOOL.” With a snarl, five brightly colored, cashew-sized beans sailed out an open window in the farmhouse. Midoriya gasped and tried to grab them before they hit the ground…but it was too late. They scattered into the dirt, and must have been covered quickly, because he couldn’t see where they landed. He then whimpered and cowered as a very, VERY angry Shota Aizawa nudged him back, barring his way and glaring down at him. “Beans,” he sneered. “I’m disappointed in you, Izuku. I trusted you to make good choices. And of all things you come back with…you come back with five painted beans?” “I…b-but…but Mr. Aizawa, he said they were magic!” Aizawa’s glare didn’t shift. He just glowered, unblinkingly. Midoriya sighed and hung his head; it did sound very, very gullible, now that he thought about it. “…He…he also said…w-we could…have ten pounds…i-if it didn’t work…?” he added, hopefully, not daring to look up as he said so. “You BELIEVED him?” Midoriya remained silent. He sniffled once, and said nothing. Aizawa’s gaze softened slightly, and he pinched his brow, closing his eyes as he pointed off in another direction with one hand. “Bed,” he ordered. “Now. We’ll talk about this more in the morning. Don’t come out of your room till I tell you to. Understand?” Silence. “UNDERSTAND?!” “Y-Yes…yes, Mr. Aizawa…I’m…I-I’m sorry…” With a final sniffle, not daring to lift his head, Midoriya darted upstairs and out of the room. Aizawa sighed as he watched the young man go…then looked out the window. The sun was setting and the night was riding in fast. He shook his head despondently, grumbling to himself as he headed towards his own room.

------------------------------------------------ He needed sleep desperately…and probably a drink, as well…

Kaminari squirmed a bit uncomfortably as he sat in his bed, which lay across from Midoriya’s in the small room they occupied each night. Midoriya was lying on his side, facing the other wall, turned away from Kaminari. He hadn’t moved a muscle for an hour or two. “Hey,” Kaminari whispered. “I, uh…I just wanted to say…it’s really not as bad as you think.” Midoriya gave no response. “I mean…you know all the dumb stuff I’ve done, yeah?” Kaminari chuckled, trying to shrug and giving an uneasy smile. “And…well…Magic Beans DO sound a lot cooler than, like…I dunno…moldy cheese, r-right?” Still no response. “…Midoriya? Are you asleep already?” No response. Kaminari sighed; he’d tried. Shaking his head sadly, he lay down in bed, and turned away to face his wall. “G’night,” he mumbled out, softly. In his own bed, Midoriya said nothing. His eyes spilled tears onto his pillow as he lay totally and completely still, curled up defensively in his bed, as if trying to coil into a ball. He hugged himself as he lay on his side, and sniffled softly before wiping his eyes on one arm. A flicker of light fell over his face, and he looked up to see the blue moon shining down. With a despairing sort of look, he lay down on his belly, face in his pillow…and after several minutes, cried himself quietly to sleep.

Neither he, nor Kaminari, nor Aizawa downstairs never noticed the way the ground not so far beyond the window shifted as the moonlight passed over it…they certainly never noticed the tiny green sprout that began to wind out of the ground as they slumbered…nor how it burst with leaves and pods as it continued to grow…

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Izuku Midoriya opened his eyes to darkness. He gazed about, trying to figure out where he was…he opened his mouth to call for his master and his friend, but no sound came out in the dark, hollow void. A disturbing, hissing noise echoed out from somewhere behind him. He turned around fast…and turned pale as a sheet as he beheld a hideous, indescribable beast: as big as a house, its whole body a mass of writhing green tentacles, like some of the great sea monsters he’d seen in storybooks! He wished for a weapon…and suddenly, he found his fingers grasping the hilt of a silver sword. He looked to the sword, then the hideous creature…then glared, and took his best battle stance, holding the sword ready, challenging the beast. The tentacles swept towards him. He jumped out of the way, hacking and slashing with the blade, chopping them into pieces…but each time he struck, two more tentacles came flying at him.! He ducked and dodged as quick as he could, whirling his blade about his head as fast as he could manage… …Then, suddenly, a tentacle grabbed his arm, and with a wrenching twist, tore the sword away! He gasped, as a tentacle then grabbed his other arm, and another green tendril lashed about his waist! Izuku watched in horror, as a fourth tentacle transformed; the end of it malformed like clay, turning into a huge, green, fang-filled maw. The hideous monster licked its lips…and with a roar, the maw came careening towards him, ready to swallow him whole! “AAAAGH!” Midoriya jolted, pushing himself upright in bed…then, he settled, and panted, flopping down again with a groan as he realized he’d been having a nightmare… …One can thus imagine his reaction when he rolled onto his back in bed…to find what looked like a huge horde of green, curling tendrils pushing through the bedroom window. “YIPE!” With a shrill, almost comical yelp, Midoriya flailed and fell out of bed with a thud. He froze, as he heard Kaminari – still asleep in his own bed – groan and grumble something about “pretty girls” in his slumber. For several moments, Midoriya didn’t move…then, he scrubbed at his eyes, and took a better look at the” tendrils” poking through the window. He had quite forgotten, in his alarm, what had happened the day before. He found that the whole room had a vague, greenish hue cast over it, and the source was soon clear. His eyes widened, amazed, and he was suddenly filled with a sense of action. In a flash, he threw on his green tunic, red shoes, vest, and cap, and fastened his white rope belt before creeping downstairs quickly but quietly, not wishing to wake Aizawa or Kaminari. He stepped out of his house, and craned his neck upwards, barely able to believe his own eyes: there, in all of its splendor, rooted not more than a couple yards away from the house…was a GIGANTIC beanstalk, such as there has never been in the history of any world! It was thicker than any tree in the forest; it stretched high, up and up and up – he couldn’t see the end of it! At length, Midoriya realized that it was stretching far, far out of sight, piercing the blue sky itself! “Just as Yagi said,” he breathed, and began to quiver, a smile slowly forming on his face as his eyes danced with delight. He hadn’t been tricked! He hadn’t been fooled! The beans WERE magic! Almost without thinking, Midoriya darted forward, and grabbed hold of the two lowest branches of the spiralling beanstalk. He paused for a moment…took a deep breath…and then began to climb. He climbed till he could see through his window into Kaminari’s room…he climbed till he could jump down and hop onto the roof, if he wished…he climbed till he could look down and see the whole farm in all its vastness. He climbed, and climbed, and climbed; he had no thought in his head to keep climbing. His arms and legs seemed to be working without his will guiding him, hauling him up, up, up! He thought he would have run out of breath, one way or another, yet somehow he STILL climbed! He could see the tops of the trees, he could see birds – who looked VERY befuddled – flit past. He could see the crest of the Sun as it rose in the East, just beyond the pearly castle of Ua. Higher and higher Midoriya went, never once considering how in the world he was going to get down again safely. His heart was pounding with unparalleled excitement; even just climbing the beanstalk was an adventure in itself! Each time he looked down, he felt no fear, but an overwhelming sense of freedom and awe; seeing how small and yet how vast the world was, all at the same time, the more height he gained. Up, up, up… …Till, finally…as he reached…his fingers brushed what felt like fine, powdery sand. It was as if he were at the entrance of a well, a sea of white just beyond his reach. He reached further…and realized the beanstalk had come to an end. For the briefest of moments, panic entered his heart, as he now realized the harrowing knowledge he would have to climb back down, and that would be much harder than going up…but then, he remembered the sand, and – taking a risk – he heaved himself up daringly and held his breath… …As he popped through the whole in the sky…and found himself standing on solid ground. He had reached the point where the sky itself came to an end. A world above the clouds. Midoriya stared around in awe, stumbling forward, too thunderstruck to speak as his jaw dropped and he took in the sights around him. Ahead of him stretched a long, wide road of blue, powdery earth. ENORMOUS trees – taller than any he had ever seen – stood before him: their trunks were silver, and their leaves were a pale, sugary white. The sky itself was a pale, unusual violet hue, with streaks of orange passing through it – the colors of sunset, but without the steady shift. That was just the color, all the time, he wagered. The air was uncannily still; a few times on the climb up, he’d had to pause to hold onto his cap, to keep his hat from being blown miles out of his grasp. Now, though…there was no wind at all. “Whoa,” he murmured to himself, unable to say anything else as he began to walk down the road, staring and staring at the peculiar new plane he had discovered. His heartbeat only continued to quicken; this was the most spectacular thing he’d ever experienced. GRRRLLLB… “Ah-ah!” Izuku winced sharply, scrunching his eyes shut as he paused in his walk, and clutched his stomach…then sighed as he rubbed it gently. “Right…didn’t eat breakfast this morning…or supper last night, for that matter,” he muttered, a little sourly. His stomach whined again, and he bit his lip; it actually felt quite painful, the hunger pangs scraping against his gut lining. He looked around, his mind leaving the sense of wild adventure in favor of the more practical desire for food. Another world or not, he figured there had to be SOMETHING to eat around here! Sure enough, his green eyes soon spotted something: a white bush, covered in dark purple berries, not unlike grapes. Curious, Midoriya approached the bush; the bush alone was TREMENDOUS, about the size of the toolshed back on the farm. Carefully. He reached out and plucked one of the grape-like fruits off the branches; they were the size of footballs. Midoriya sniffed at the berry; it smelled sweet, and he smiled before taking a bite…only to gag and sputter, spitting out chunks of the stuff as he dropped the berry and rapidly scrubbed at his tongue. “Ugh!” he choked. “It…it smells nice, but…it TASTES like frog skins! O-Or rotten fish!” His stomach whined, pleading for something. He sighed again, and rubbed it, mouth starting to water with hunger as he lurched onward, desperately looking around for something to eat as he left the foul-tasting berry bush behind. Whatever THOSE berries were, he could survive without them…they were probably toxic, anyway, given that flavor! On Midoriya traveled, and louder his stomach growled. Everything around him was larger than he was used to; he’d ducked when a huge shadow, which he thought was an eagle, flew past his head…and nearly thought he’d faint when he realized it was a black-and-blue-colored butterfly, drinking from a pink flower the size of a small tree. He shook his head and continued forward, hoping he might find some breakfast soon… …And then…he froze. What looked like a gray wooden bridge was stretched across a black river, which sparkled like a starry night sky. And on the other side of the bridge was a giant house; it was not as poor as the old farmhouse, nor as splendid as a nobleman’s manor…somewhere in the middle, Midoriya guessed. Despite this middling state of obvious expense, the place was bigger than any house he’d seen…except maybe one… “It’s as big as a Castle,” he breathed…and with a light shake of his head, he hustled forward towards the building, almost desperately. A place that big was bound to be home to some kind of adventure…and if he was lucky, he thought, adjusting his white belt, maybe it was home to some food, as well. Midoriya dashed across the bridge, till he came to the door of the big house. There was no hope of reaching the doorknob, and some sixth sense told Midoriya that knocking would not only be likely fruitless, but potentially dangerous: whoever lived here was clearly no ordinary person. His mind started to race, wondering what COULD live in this house above the sky: a demon? A dragon? A clown? Hey, clowns were creepy. Whatever the case, Izuku’s hunger had quite a grip on him, as did his curiosity; he wasn’t turning back now. He soon noticed there was a gap under the door – he guessed big enough for a mouse to wriggle under. It was telling of how small he was compared to everything else that Izuku was able to wiggle through this gap, and soon found himself standing inside the enormous house. The interior of the giant building matched the exterior: it was neither especially poor-looking, nor particularly grand. The overall style reminded Izuku of a hunting lodge: rugs that appeared to be made from animal skins covered the wooden floor, and weapons the size of boats were displayed. What looked like a cow’s skull was mounted in one spot…but the skull, as well as the skins, were far more monstrous in their dimensions than any animals of the same kind Midoriya had ever encountered. His attention was drawn away from his surroundings when a sumptuous smell caught his nose; his poor, empty belly growled, and he had to wipe some drool away from the corner of his mouth before creeping carefully in the direction of the smell. He truly did feel like a mouse right now; he had the distinct sensation of invading some larger, more physically superior creature’s territory. He had to be careful: he had no idea if the one(s) who lived here might be home. If he got caught, this adventure could be over FAR quicker than he liked. Thankfully, he didn’t get caught, as he scampered across the floor, and found his way to a warm, welcomingly-lit kitchen. He looked up, and his eyes lit up with joy; he almost squealed with glee! Eager as could be, he scurried up one of the table legs – he’d just climbed a beanstalk that reached to the sky, THIS was nothing – and hauled himself up onto the tabletop. A tremendous feast lay before him: a huge hambone, a roasted chicken, apple dumplings, a block of cheddar cheese, a half-rack of beef ribs, and a lamb stew with carrots and potatoes all sat upon the table. Not only were these six separate courses quite a substantial amount of food in general, but because everything around Izuku was at least twenty times bigger than normal, any ONE of these dishes would have been enough to feed him and his fellow farmers for a whole week. Midoriya grinned and clapped excitedly, as his mind immediately started turning: perhaps this was how he could become a hero! Some of this could bring food to the whole village, or at least be sold at market for more than enough money to help out around the farm! The question was how to carry it all back… GRRROOOUUURRRRG… He hissed and clutched his belly with both hands…and laughed weakly. “Right,” he murmured. “I, uh…I should probably NOT try thinking on an empty stomach, huh?” His tummy answered with a grumpy-sounding grumble. Midoriya patted it gently, and looked around the table…then – as if he couldn’t feel more rodent-like already – he made a beeline for the cheese. He knelt before the giant block, and licked his lips before sinking his hands into it, pulling away fistfuls of cheddar, peeling it away almost like clay. He inhaled the scent, relishing his well-earned feast, and then began to shovel the cheese into his mouth rapidly, gobbling it with almost animalistic abandon. He sighed after several mouthfuls, eyes fluttering closed as he chewed and then swallowed heavily. “GRULP! Ahhhh…this is the best cheese I’ve ever had,” he crooned, and grinned wider than ever, stomach still roaring for more as he reached for another fistful… THUMP-A-THUMP-A-THUMP…! Midoriya froze. His ears pricked up as he heard a rhythmic, steady pounding; like some huge hammer slamming down again and again into the earth. He quickly recognized the sound to be footsteps. Very, VERY big footsteps. The sound grew louder, as whatever made the footstesps drew nearer. Midoriya turned fast and gasped as he saw a huge shadow come creeping across the wall, growing larger by the second! Thinking fast, he stuffed the last fistful of cheddar into his mouth…then, cheeks still bulging with the food, he hustled over to where he saw a salt and pepper shaker set, and ducked behind them quickly. No longer in the open, Midoriya peeked out from behind his hiding spot. His green eyes widened more than ever, terror striking his heart like a lightning bolt, as he saw the owner of the footsteps – the owner of the house – come swaggering into view. “A Giant!” The Giant stood at about fifty feet high, and the more Midoriya looked at the ogre, the more frightened he became. The titan was a handsome but imposing young man – roughly the same age as Izuku himself – with a head of spiky red hair that almost resembled flames. His eyes, too, were a shade of almost glowing scarlet, and as he yawned and stretched, Midoriya whimpered at the sight of a mouth full of razor-sharp, craggy-looking fangs. The young Giant wore a black vest lined with fluffy-looking red fur, and a pair of black leather trousers. Thick black boots were on his feet, and a long, flowing red sash was lashed about his middle The behemoth was bare-armed and bare-bodied, wearing no shirt beneath the vest; his abdomen was toned and athletic, rippling with powerful muscles, and his limbs were much the same. Between the colors, the fangs, and the overall size and demeanor of the Giant, Midoriya was trembling: he’d never met a giant, but he’d heard stories of them, and they were never very good. Giants were said to walk like men, but had appetites like devils; they would eat men, women, and children for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, often swallowing them whole. They would raid villages, devouring everyone and almost everything in sight, often never leaving till their bellies were swollen and heaving with all they had consumed. Then – despite their gargantuan masses – they would simply and suddenly disappear, with no evident explanation. To slay a giant was a feat few knights had succeeded in, and to meet a giant, for most people, was surely a death sentence. No one had ever figured out where they actually came from. It seemed Midoriya just had. Or, at least, he’d found where ONE of them came from. The scarlet-haired giant thankfully never noticed Midoriya; he smiled as he clapped his hands together and rubbed them eagerly, looking over the food on the table. Izuku ducked back behind the shaker to avoid being seen. “Well…now that that’s taken care of,” the Giant mumbled, seemingly talking to its own food, “I’ve just gotta get a drink, and we’ll be ready! Don’t worry, breakfast: I’ll introduce you to my belly soon enough!” The Giant cackled and patted his muscular, trim belly in emphasis, then began to hum a jaunty tune as he strode over to another part of the kitchen. Midoriya gaped as he looked around the table for a moment. Breakfast…ALL of this…was breakfast for ONE giant?! No wonder their appetites were legendary. At least nothing here was alive…except for Midoriya himself, he realized, with a shudder. A sound of running fluid caught the youth’s attention, and he peeked out from behind the shaker. The Giant had stomped over to large barrel or keg, with a faucet stuck into it. From the spigot poured a stream of what looked and smelled like cherry cider. (Absently, Midoriya wondered how many cherries on HIS world it would take to fill a barrel of cider that big.) The Giant was smiling a happy, cheery smile as he watched the cider fill the thick clay mug he was holding… …Then, as he turned the dial to stop the flow, his mug filled…he froze. Midoriya saw the Giant frown in confusion…then, the red-eyed monster lifted his head up and began to sniff the air. His nostrils flared, becoming huge black holes as his ears pricked up, clearly alert. Midoriya internally cursed, biting his lip and ducking back behind the salt shaker as he heard the Giant approach the table again. He heard the dull “clunk” of the huge mug being put down… “Hmmmm…something smells good around here,” the Giant mumbled. “And it’s not the food…” Midoriya fought the urge to whimper, hugging himself and curling in on himself. His heart pounded with terror as he heard the ogre begin to search room; he could hear him open the larder and the cupboards…then heard the rattling of dishes as he searched the table itself, sniffing at the air all the while. “Please don’t find me,” he whispered to himself in a breathless prayer. “Oh, please don’t find me…please, please don’t find me…” The hopes were vain ones, and he knew it; the Giant could smell him, and once it found him, he had no doubt he’d a VERY intimate experience with those razor sharp teeth. Mind racing, Midoriya looked towards the edge of the table; perhaps he could make a break for it, scramble down the table leg and find a better place to hide, then head back home via the beanstalk. But then he’d be leaving empty-handed…empty-handed was better than dead, though… Just as he was measuring his options, his blood ran cold as he felt the shakers he’d been hiding behind get lifted away…and an ominous, thorny-looking shadow fell over him. He gulped nervously…and, very slowly, looked upwards towards the source of the shadow. The blood red eyes of the Giant fell upon him. The ogre tilted its head…and then grinned, showing off all of those huge, jagged teeth. “Oh! Hi, little guy!” the Giant boomed. “What are you doing here?” NOPE, was all Midoriya could think, as he leapt to his feet and sprinted towards the edge of table. “Hey, now, don’t leave in such a rush!” Midoriya squealed as a huge hand swooped down and grabbed hold of him. He froze, not daring to squirm, as for a few moments, he was wrapped up in huge fingers that felt like pythons coiled around him, pressed against a palm that was both soft and somewhat leathery in texture. He could feel gravity change around him, sensed himself being lifted higher… …Then jolted as a second hand joined the fray, cupping him gently as the fingers parted slightly, revealing a red eye about as large as he was tall. “Peek-a-boo!” sang out a voice, followed by a snigger. The fingers then parted fully, and Midoriya found himself sitting the middle of the Giant’s hands, the huge titan smiling down at him widely. “Hey there!” the Giant sang out gaily. “I’m Kirishima! Eijiro Kirishima! What’s your name, little fella?”

To Be Continued…

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SILVER SPOON: Part 5 [Yoongi x Reader; Rom-com, fluff]

A girl who had to work hard every day of her life to rise from nothing, meets a man who was born with and given everything.

A classic tale of what happens when a cold, uptight farm girl meets a playful, rebellious, easy-going city boy that was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Summary: Having been born and raised in the country side, you have worked hard your entire life to make it to the big city. You eventually achieved your dream and now you have a wonderful paying job for a large company and you continue putting your 110% into everything you do. However, your perfect plan to climb to success through consistent effort and hard work becomes disarrayed with the arrival of your branch’s new rebellious and easy-going CEO, who never desired the position in the first place and has never truly worked hard a day in his life. Your job is on the line if he can’t be turned into a quality CEO within a year, but he has no intention of changing himself for anyone or letting you boss him around so easily. How will you work your way through this obstacle? Will you succeed in changing him or will he be the one that changes you?

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jimin & VIXX’s Leo as side characters; some other BTS members show up too lol) Office au Romantic Comedy, Fluff

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 (Finale)

Surprisingly, Yoongi woke up on his own the next morning, much earlier than that blasted rooster.

Take that noisy animal.

He yawned and glanced around, spotting that Jin was no longer in the room. Tae, on the other hand, was sprawled out carelessly with a huge grin on his face while Leo was curled up in the corner as usual. With a big sigh, accepting the fact that he was not going to be able to go back to sleep anymore, he crept outside.

He heard the hushed chatter of yours and your mom's voices in the kitchen but before he could make his way there, the bathroom door swung open. His eyes widened at seeing a shirtless Jin emerge from the bathroom, ruffling his wet hair with a towel.

"Wow." he blinked, and soon realized he had said that out loud.

Jin grinned widely and his eyes twinkled with glee. "Well thanks."

"Sorry, I --" Yoongi blushed.

"It's okay. I know I'm handsome." Jin winked. "The bathroom's all yours."

"Thanks." Yoongi chuckled and scurried in.

"Mom, it's really okay." You muttered. "You don't need to pack him lunch."

"Oh shush!" Your mother shook her head. "Just because he's rich, it doesn't mean he won't appreciate a home cooked meal!"

You bit your lip. "Yeah but..."

You were a bit shy about having your CEO show up with a brown bag in hand to the office. And what if he didn't like your mom's cooking?

"No one's going to grow up healthily if they eat out all the time. They need a mother's cooking." Your mother continued. "And while he is under my roof, he will be fed properly."

Defeated, you sighed and let her pack you and Yoongi lunches like she intended. You spotted your older brother waltzing around, baring his chest proudly and you cringed.

"Oppa, please. I don't need to see this first thing in the morning."

He shrugged off your comment, still grinning cheekily. "Yoongi didn't mind though."

"He's up?" You blinked.

"Yeah he's in the bathroom."

"Wow, I'm impressed. I thought I was going to drag him across the floor to wake him like always."

"What?" Jin questioned.

"Oh...nothing." You turned to grab the plate settings.

You hadn't exactly told your family you were visiting a man's apartment every morning, waking him up, and dressing him.

"You're usually out of here earlier. Do you not need to go in super early to the office anymore?" Your mom asked.

"No. Not for a bit." You smiled as you set up the table. "Normal time for now."

"Oh good." Your mom cooed. "You always look so exhausted. At least you get a bit more sleep now."

You snorted. It wasn't lack of sleep, but the daunting burden of having to wake Yoongi up, that made leaving early more tiring. Not that you could admit that to your mother.

"Y/N." Yoongi stepped out into the kitchen timidly.

"Hm?"

"Should I change now or...?"

"You can change after." You smiled. "Let's eat breakfast first."

He nodded and sat beside you, looking a bit tense. You glanced over at him curiously, but before you could ask him what was wrong, Jin spoke up.

"So what do you do at work, Yoongi?"

Yoongi started coughing, taken aback by the question.

"Oh I um..." he stuttered.

Then you realized he was just as worried about work today as you were.

"I'll grab you some water." You stood up so he and Jin could speak comfortably.

"Thanks." Yoongi continued to cough and Jin reached out to pat his back. "I just attend meetings and sign off documents. Make sure everything's running smoothly."

"Must be easy because my sister's super organized. That, or burdening." Jin snorted.

You glared at him as you placed the glass in front of Yoongi.

"Do you know how many suitors she scared off back in the day?" Jin chuckled.

"Oppa." You warned, but he wasn't hearing any of it, finally finding someone to share an old story with.

Yoongi grinned, his tenseness dissipating visibly, and rested his palm against his cheek. "How many?"

You groaned.

"Lots." Jin raised a finger. "Down this strip of the countryside, most of the families have sons around Y/N's age, if not a little older. And obviously, Y/N's a catch. She's beautiful cause she takes after me, you know."

You rolled your eyes and your mother snorted behind you guys. You caught Yoongi's eyes flicker towards you and he nodded in agreement, causing you to blush.

"So obviously, the families were trying to match make their sons with her so they could run their family farm together and bear more children to help out." Jin explained. "The more hands, the less labor distributed after all."

"Huh..." Yoongi nodded, interested. He hadn't ever thought about that before. "In the city, less children is better so that's intriguing."

"Really?" You blinked.

"Yeah." Yoongi chuckled. "The living expenses are high, plus putting them through good schools and stuff is expensive, so having more is usually looked upon as a really big investment. Plus with those that have family-owned businesses, they naturally need just one heir to run it so yeah..."

"Wow..." You exhaled.

"Yeah." Yoongi smiled sadly.

Jin coughed and you two turned your attention back to him.

"So yeah, they all came and sat in our living room to talk to our parents." Jin laughed loudly as you curled into your arms to hide your face, hating that you have to relive your dark past once again. "Then Y/N comes in with a long list of which day she was going to talk to which son and exactly what time they needed to meet up and what they were going to do. She also gave them a list of questions to fill out about their preferences and how they would describe themselves. The guys were horrified! We're all about physical labor here so the thought of writing and reading...well it kind of scared them. Plus the whole timed schedule was intimidating."

Yoongi cracked up. "Seems like she hasn't changed much since then though. Even us city folk would get scared off by that."

"Right?" Jin giggled. "I can't forget how more than half of them never came back after."

You glared at him, embarrassed. "Well it would've been chaotic if they were all just meeting me that one day, and I wouldn't have gotten to know any of them!"

"Well half of them stayed though?" Yoongi smiled, egging Jin on. "What happened to them?"

"I let them watch her work on the farm secretly." Jin stated proudly. "And they all fell for her."

"Oh?" Yoongi smirked at you and you averted your gaze. "So why is she still single?"

"She eventually rejected all of them saying that she had no intention of working in a farm for the rest of her life." Jin exhaled. "Then when they persisted, she gave them an impossible puzzle to complete. Said 'If you solve this, then I'll give you a chance'."

"Wow. It's like a reality show." Yoongi laughed. "Or a video game."

"Right? Succeed on all the levels in order to win the prize." Jin grinned.

"I'm not some prize." You muttered under your breath.

"So? Did anyone complete the puzzle?"

"Yeah! He wasn't a farmer though." Jin hummed. "He stayed at Tae's family farm and visited here often. He and Y/N became pretty close."

"Did you give him a chance?" Yoongi nudged teasingly and you swatted him away.

"We weren't like that." you protested.

"Alright, story time over. Breakfast is ready. Jin, go wake the others and please put a shirt on before you catch a cold." Your mother interjected. "Oh and Yoongi dear. I hope you don't mind, but I packed you lunch."

Yoongi's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yeah, you don't have to take it--" You started.

"No!" he beamed. "I'd love it. Thank you!"

Your mother shot you an "I told you so" look and pointed the bag out to him. You smiled weakly and filled up your plate.

You knocked lightly on the boy's room. The others had already gone out to collect eggs while you and Yoongi dressed up for work.

"Come in."

You stepped in shyly, considering you two were once again left in a room alone. Before you went to check on Yoongi, you spotted Leo washing dishes with your mother and asking her about certain recipes.

When you found him, Yoongi was struggling to tie his tie in the center of the room, considering there was no mirror for him to use. You smiled; happy he had actually taken the initiative to dress himself properly this time.

"Wow, you've changed Mr. Min." You teased as you pulled his hands away from his tie and replaced them with your own.

"Well yeah, I couldn't wear pajamas to work." he grinned cheekily and you rolled your eyes.

"You know what I mean." Your fingers looped around and pulled the knot up. "Here, I made it easier for you so you just have to loosen and tighten the knot instead of retying it every time."

"Thanks." he smiled and you stepped back, hiding the blush growing on your cheeks from being too close to him. "I felt like I should show your family I'm actually a CEO and not a hoodlum."

You snorted. "You should be more worried about showing your own family that."

He chuckled.

"Well, let's go. We don't want to miss the bus or else we'll never make it to work on time." You checked your watch hurriedly.

"Do you always walk there and back?"

"Yeah, pretty much." You lifted up your heels and showed off the sneakers you were currently wearing with your professional attire. "But I'm not crazy enough to do that while wearing heels."

"Smart."

Yoongi grabbed his bag and followed after you.

"Mom! We're heading out!" You called out once you two stepped outside.

Suddenly, the entire family was running towards you two brightly.

"Have a great day at work, sweetie!" Your mom cooed and kissed you on the cheek. "You too, Yoongi."

She patted down his hair and kissed him on the cheek as well, which surprised him.

"Bye Unnie!"

You bent down and let your sisters kiss you goodbye then you watched as the twins rushed to Yoongi and tugged at his pants.

"Hm?" he tilted his head.

"You get a goodbye kiss too, Oppa." they smiled.

Yoongi grinned and crouched down, letting them slobber each cheek respectively. Your other sister blushed timidly and waved at Yoongi, not feeling comfortable enough to kiss him, considering he wasn't exactly related to you all. You understood her shyness. Your cheeks were already heating up at seeing your family flocking around him with affection. You couldn't imagine being one of them.

Your brother stepped forward and kissed your forehead sweetly. "Have a safe trip and do well in work as usual, my beautiful sister."

"Thanks." You blushed. Your brother was always so openly affectionate, and you were the opposite, so it embarrassed you.

"Come here, Yoongi. You get my precious kiss too." He teased as he lunged at Yoongi, who had stepped back nervously. Jin made kissy noises around his face as Yoongi screamed and laughed at the attack.

You glanced around. "Where's Leo?"

"Here."

Everyone jumped back in surprise as his voice was heard behind you. You clutched your chest as you looked at him, flabbergasted.

"I really can't get used to your ninja skills."

"Wait! My kisses too! Don't forget my kisses!" Tae stumbled out of the coop, followed by Bacon and Soonshim.

"We're going to be late." You bit your lip worriedly.

Tae planted his lips against your cheek with a loud "Muah!" and did the same to Yoongi, without warning.

"Bring me some goodies from the city!" Tae grinned happily.

"Alright. We really need to go. We might miss it." You breathed as you glanced at your watch. "Gah!"

"We won't miss it." Yoongi grinned.

"What?"

He grabbed your wrist. "We're going to run."

"Wh-wha--?"

"Bye everyone! We'll be back!" he called out as he darted forward, dragging you behind him.

"MR. MINNNN!" you cried as your feet pumped ahead, keeping up with his pace.

Luckily, you two made it exactly on time and scrambled onto the bus, heaving and out of breath. Since you two were the first passengers, you claimed the back and fixed your disheveled appearances.

"How about we just stick to the schedule so we don't have to do that again?" You exhaled.

"I can get behind that." Yoongi agreed while Leo, who didn't break a sweat in the least, held up a small mirror in front of you two.

"Good?" Yoongi turned to you.

You chuckled and reached for his hair gently. "You have hay here. Probably from Tae. He always rolls around in it first thing in the morning. That or dirt."

Yoongi remained silent and you glanced down to see him smiling warmly at you. You quickly retracted your hand from his soft pink locks and cleared your throat.

"Wow, I'm starving again. All that running." Yoongi huffed.

Leo handed him a bag of chips.

"Oh yes! Perfect!"

"That's not healthy, you know." You frowned.

"Oh live a little." Yoongi popped a chip into his mouth.

You shook your head disapprovingly and yawned. "Well, I'm going to get some more sleep."

"Here." Yoongi patted his shoulder and you raised an eyebrow. "Your head is going to end up here anyway so save your neck the trouble."

He reached out and pushed your head gently to his shoulder.

"Unless I'm making your heart race?" he teased.

You scoffed and adjusted your head to fit snugly against his neck and shoulder. "You wish."

Within a few minutes, your breathing got heavier and your head relaxed further into him. He smiled as he tried to bite into the chips quietly so as not to disturb your slumber. Leo, on the other side of you, was playing with Tae's gameboy intently.

Yoongi glanced down at your serene face and felt a bit guilty at how he had been acting with you at work. To think you unknowingly traveled two hours every day and because of his incompetent ass, you had to get up even earlier to wake him and drag him forcefully to work. And then you spent the entire day doing your own work and his, because he had some vendetta against his grandfather's methods of throwing him into a job and he took it out on you.

He still honestly didn't find business intriguing in the least, and part of him didn't like the thought of being tied down to the desk for the majority of the day. He had known since he was young that it would eventually be his fate to take over, but he continually tried to run from the prison of being born into the Min family.

He never got a chance to ask his father why he loved his job so much or even see him do it firsthand. And his Grandfather was too busy with the same job to even visit him. Yoongi, with Leo and his maids, had to take care of his parent's funeral, and that had strained him as a child; to be thrown into the realities of the world he was born into. Instead of paying respects, many of the guests wanted to know who the business and his parent's assets were going to in their will. Would Yoongi be the heir or did they assign someone else for the time being? And that was when he realized that the wealthy were terrifying indeed. He wondered if his parents knew that their supposed friends only admired their money and status. He wondered if his parents were the same. He couldn't remember much about them anymore. But back then, he had no one comfort him in his time of need and so, he stopped looking for it and expecting it, becoming selfish and doing whatever he wanted without remorse.

His turn to the limelight and media was at first, his cry for attention and also his answer to everyone who was trying to take away what his father had built. But then it became his pride, his mark, his confidence, and his shield. It was the one thing he enjoyed and the one thing that he felt he was good at. He hid behind his wealth and kept people at a distance. He was friendly without a doubt, but he never let anyone too close. And likewise, people were always polite, mannered, and on their best behaviors around him. He was an important figure after all. No one could tell him he was doing something wrong. No one could punish him. No one would dare scold him, so he lived his life the way he wanted without attachments and consequences. Even his Grandfather couldn't control him and left him alone for many years.

But that all changed when you came into his life.

You snapped at him, yelled at him, insulted him, and called him out for everything he was doing wrong. It was refreshing and for some reason, he felt himself open up to you easily, because you didn't think of him as the famous Min Yoongi, sole heir of a famous business chain. Yes, he knew you distinctly kept him in mind as 'Mr. Min' and you were always respectful to him. But you treated him like any other person and he was grateful. And although it was forced on you, you still readily welcomed him into your family and let him into your personal life.

He smiled and bit into another chip. But his eyes widened and his body tensed when part of the chip broke off and fell into the crevice between your breasts. He gulped as he stared into your cleavage, debating whether or not to try to dispose of the evidence. It'd be embarrassing for you to have a chip inside your bra all day so he tried to think of a solution. Tilting his head around slightly to see if there was a way to reach it without touching you, he tried to move his hand around to find a good position to pull it out with two fingers. Then he suddenly heard murmuring around him. He looked up to find the other passengers on the bus glancing at him skeptically, with a hint of disgust in their expressions, and obviously chatting about him. Suddenly, he realized that it looked like he was checking you out and about to molest you while you were sleeping. His face turned red and he flapped his hands frantically.

"No. There's a chip inside her --" he whispered, trying to explain. He blushed with embarrassment. There was no way to get himself out of this mess, so he settled on looking out the window innocently. He would just tell you the truth when you woke up.

Fortunately, you believed him and just hurried to the bathroom to take it out with a slight blush. He heeded your instructions and entered the office first while she was taking care of it, since it was better to walk in separately like usual. It'd be hard to explain why you two were always arriving together.

"Oh?" Jimin was spinning around in your chair when Yoongi walked in. "Where's Y/N?"

Yoongi smiled. "I saw her going to the bathroom when I came in."

"Ahh." Jimin nodded, realizing that Yoongi had no idea he knew about the punishment. "How was your weekend, hyung?"

"Tiring." Yoongi chuckled, reminiscing on the amount of work he had done. The two days had felt like an entire month.

"Mr. Park!" You stepped through the door with a big smile, happy to see Jimin.

"You're a bit late, Y/N." Jimin teased as he handed you coffee. "I'm a bit disappointed."

You chuckled as you patted Jimin's leg to get out of your seat. "And I'm a bit disappointed you aren't sifting through your papers. We have that important merger meeting first thing today."

"Will Mr. Min be accompanying us this time?" Jimin eyed Yoongi, who seemed to be observing you two blankly.

"Well I would like for him to." You stated, grabbing a file from your cabinet, not looking at Yoongi. You still weren't sure how to approach him now that you were back in the work setting. If he reverted back to his lazy, resisting personality, you knew you had to crack down on him regardless of how chummy you two acted outside.

"Then I'd like to accompany you two."

You spun around from your spot, surprised. That was the first time he had voiced wanting to go without an ultimatum. You and Jimin looked at each other, visibly shocked.

"Please give me the documents to review before the meeting." Yoongi grinned, enjoying your reaction, and knocked on your table playfully. "So I know what's happening."

"Yes." You blinked a few times, still not quite believing what you were hearing. "I'll have them to you in a sec."

"Perfect." Yoongi nodded and headed into his office.

"What happened this weekend?" Jimin whispered. "Did you really sleep with him?"

You smacked Jimin, glancing around. Luckily, there wasn't anyone else there yet.

"I did not!"

"But he said he was tired ~" Jimin smirked. "I thought you tired him out."

"Shush. Shush. Shush." You continued to slap Jimin's shoulder, embarrassed by his implications. "That is totally against the rules and --"

"No it's not." Jimin laughed. "Nowhere in the company rules and regulations did it say that having intercourse with your boss was unlawful. I know, I've checked."

You covered Jimin's mouth. "We didn't do anything like that and I won't ever do that. Got it?"

Jimin nodded, and you released him.

"Well you could always sleep with me if you want." he teased.

"Mr. Pa--"

"Good morning Mr. Park, Y/N!"

A few of your co-workers arrived laughing and holding coffee in their hands.

"Morning!" You smiled.

"Lovely morning!" Jimin stood up and displayed his disarming smile, which had all the ladies visibly blushing. Then he turned to you with a small wink. "I was just kidding Y/N. I'll be totally ready for the meeting this morning."

You exhaled. "Please do, Mr. Park."

He cackled then scurried to his office, but not before you shot him a scolding look.

Shortly afterwards, you delivered the documents to Yoongi's office. You were surprised to find him reading through the other papers you had left him last week.

"Umm here... for the morning meeting, Mr. Min."

"Oh thanks." he smiled. "And sorry about the chip incident."

"No...it's okay." You blushed. "Maybe my shirt was too low."

"No. You don't look bad in it." he stated nonchalantly.

You weren't sure if it was a compliment or not so you decided to change the subject.

"Where did Leo go off to?"

"Oh I asked him to pack a few things from my apartment to take home."

You blushed at the fact that he had called your home, his home.

"Okay." You nodded then turned on your work mode. "Bring a pencil and paper with you to take notes. This is only the first merger meeting and if it goes well, we'll have a couple more to flesh out the details of the merger."

Yoongi hummed as his eyes perused the first document. "Okay. I'll do that, but first, can you explain this to me?"

You walked around his table and leaned next to him to take a better look.

"Oh that."

And for the following week, this streak of interest and productivity continued. It scared you a bit. You were afraid that he would burn out or was only doing it temporarily to get out of the punishment. But it was still progress nonetheless. He gave you and Jimin helpful suggestions prior to the meetings and gave some of his input during. It made you proud, like you were finally seeing your son accomplishing something.

You traveled there and back together. He still needed some coaxing to wake up in the mornings and sometimes you'd catch him trying to pack a hoodie or two to take to work (which you quickly confiscated), but regardless, he was always ready on time in order for you two to casually walk to the bus stop. He became more comfortable with your family's way of saying goodbye, even going so far as to give the twins, your mom, and your other sister kisses first. And he had invented some odd handshake with Jin and Tae to prevent their unwanted smooching.

At work, he would tease you by acting unproductive, but in the end, he had already memorized the documents flawlessly. If he wasn't your boss, you would've strangled him for the anxiety and agitation he was putting you through. You knew he enjoyed seeing you angry at him, but you didn't know whether he was kidding or not. You still feared that he would revert back in any second, but you couldn't help and hope that he wouldn't. He really was talented like his Grandfather mentioned.

Sometime during the middle of the week, he called you into his office during lunch and asked if you could eat your packed lunches together while helping him review past documents. You couldn't turn down such a productive request so you agreed, but not without Jimin shooting you teasingly seductive looks through the window of his office.

And at the end of the week, he invited you to dinner.

"What?" You glanced around, nervous people would overhear. "Dinner?"

"Yeah, before we head home for the weekend. I've been good this week, so I want a reward!"

"And why do I need to accompany you to that?"

"Cause I know your dinner is usually from the vending machine, and THAT'S not healthy." he smirked, throwing your words back at you.

You huffed. "Fine. Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise, and my treat!"

You pursed your lips skeptically and he patted your head.

"Think of it as paying you back for housing and feeding me."

You relaxed and nodded.

Yoongi had always been alone and without family since he was young. So when he watched your family up close, it tugged at his heart. Despite all the struggles it came with, you worked hard at what you were passionate about and gave your hard earned money to your siblings and parents. He admired that about you, because he had never wanted to work hard for something in his life, and frankly, he never had to. But working alongside you and your family, laughing with them, being together, feeling like he belonged somewhere, being teased, scolded, and trusted, it made him want to step out of his selfish mindset and try to give his Grandfather a chance.

And to be honest, you helped make it easier for him. You explained things vibrantly and well. You even had everything organized in charts to express their relationships, and as ridiculous as it was looking at all of them, they really proved to be useful and easy to understand.

He and Jimin also made an alliance to try to throw off your schedule every so often by calling you in. Sometimes your documents would "go missing" and you'd be forced to go into a meeting and "go with the flow", much to their amusement and according to their plot. You were pretty anxious and frantic without a plan. But once throw into a situation, your keen intelligence shone through and allowed you to handle it with your usual class. He couldn't help but be immensely impressed. He had been surrounded by business and this life of work politics driven by money ever since he was born, while you were not. Yet, you were able to carve your own place into the company and meld your two different knowledge bases together efficiently. It allowed you to look past people's backgrounds and see their worth as an individual. He could see now why his Grandfather had hired you.

But now, he wanted to know you, as yourself, and so he invited you to dinner. There'd be no work to distract you, no family to interject, no chores to do -- it was just Min Yoongi and Y/N.

Just you two.

"Wahh..." You breathed as you marveled at the night view through the glass elevator.

He was taking you to the highest floor of one of the grand hotels in Daegu, which served the best seafood in the city. He loved seafood and when he asked, you admitted you hadn't really tried quality ones so he firmly decided on this place.

"I'm getting a little scared. This is going so high." You wiped your hands together. "My hands are getting clammy thinking about reaching the top."

"You can hold my hand if you're scared." he grinned and outstretched his hand.

You glared at him and returned to watching the lights from different buildings twinkle beautifully against the ebony sky.

"I should've worn something better." You mumbled and frowned. "I feel like I'll stick out like a sore thumb."

"I had a feeling you would say that sooo..." Yoongi rustled inside his bag, the noise making you glance at him curiously. "Ta-dah!"

He pulled out a large gray hoodie as he beamed. "I can finally dress down!"

"Oh gosh. Please don't do that." You reached over and grabbed his hoodie. "You look so nice today."

Yoongi brightened. "Do I?"

You blushed, realizing what you said, and scoffed. "Well of course, I picked your suit out for you today."

"Well any suit fits me." he gloated.

"Are you trying to be Jin?" You snorted.

He chuckled and the elevator doors opened. You folded his hoodie around your arm and he guided your back as you two stepped into the fancy restaurant.

"Good evening, Mr. Min. This way."

The worker at the front greeted him without needing an introduction.

Yoongi fought hard not to laugh as your mouth rounded to make an "o" shape, as if you were just realizing that the person you were with was quite important.

"Forgot I was famous?" he dismissed the worker and pulled the seat out for you.

You bowed and sat down, staring at the collection of 3 forks, 3 spoons, 2 knives, and the 3 stacked plates in front of you. Your napkin was folded fancily on the side as well and you just stared at it all in awe.

Yoongi smiled as he watched you take everything in. He quite liked how everything new was wonderful to you and you tried to immediately learn as much about them as you could.

You coughed and he raised his eyebrows curiously.

"Okay so I read about the appropriate ways to use the utensils. Tell me if I'm right." You stated seriously and he looked at you, amused.

"Your soup, Mr. Min and --"

"Ms. Y/N." Yoongi answered. "My precious secretary."

"Oh welcome." the waiter bowed. "Mr. Min frequents here. I hope you enjoy, Ms. Y/N."

Yoongi watched you blush and get flustered at being called so formally.

"Anyway, about the utensils..." he observed how you neatly unfolded the napkin and placed it on your lap, enjoying the way you were trying to act the part.

"Y/N." he called and your eyes fluttered towards him. "Screw that and use whatever's clean."

He watched as other customers glanced at you two, surprised at his language, and you were also surprised. Yoongi pushed his napkin into his shirt, making a messy bib and grabbed the biggest spoon, dipping it into his soup with a loud slurp.

"Are you purposefully being embarrassing?" You whispered worriedly.

Yoongi chuckled. "Relax, Y/N and just enjoy dinner. No one's going to watch which spoon and fork you use. They're all focusing on their own dinners."

You frowned and he continued to slurp his soup while eyeing you. You exhaled.

"Alright, fine. Just please stop slurping and attracting attention!"

He grinned and stopped when he saw you picking up a spoon, which was the correct one. He figured you would still follow protocol regardless, but at least you didn't look tense anymore.

"Deal."

Dinner was a funny disaster. Since Leo wasn't with Yoongi, he had to figure out how to eat the seafood on his own, which put you two on an even playing field.

"I think Leo did this." Yoongi hummed as he took the shell cracker and pinched the lobster leg with as much strength as he could. It ended up squirting some sort of juice out into your face and he couldn't help but burst out in laughter.

Glaring at him angrily, you split your lobster leg without needing the tool and he gulped nervously.

"Now, Y/N. Remember who's paying for this..." he tried to soothe you.

You huffed and wiped your face, throwing the napkin onto the table. Yoongi sat in his chair relaxingly with his legs folded and crossed, his shoes long discarded underneath the table.

"I'm one lobster leg ahead of you." You smirked.

"Is this a contest now?"

"I'm just saying. You're pretty weak, Mr. Min."

"Now I can't let that pass. I am not weak." he pouted, rolling up his sleeves and grabbing a lobster leg from the pile. "I'll show you."

Your lips curled up, unconvinced, and nodded. "By all means."

Yoongi inhaled and exhaled deeply as he held the lobster leg in front of him, a look of pure concentration plastered on his face. You grabbed your napkin and covered your face, afraid that something would fly at you again. He held his breath and bent the leg downwards, trying to make it crack in the center. But he turned red and gasped for air in no time, the lobster leg still in pristine condition. You giggled behind the napkin and he glared at you.

"Thanks for your support." he quipped.

"Maybe you should work on your arms a bit more." You reached out and easily broke the lobster leg. "I've been doing heavy lifting since I was a child."

Yoongi pursed his lips then shrugged. "Fine. You win in strength, but you have to admit I have nicer legs."

You raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Tell me I have nice legs."

"What? No." You argued.

"Say it or else you're paying." he insisted.

"That's not fair!"

"I like compliments, and you've only been dissing me since we've gotten here."

"Spoiled brat." You muttered under your breath.

"What was that?" he grinned cheekily.

"I mean... wow what nice legs you have." You stated half-heartedly.

Yoongi cracked up. "Oh my gosh. You actually said it!"

"You told me to!"

He laughed. "You seriously thought I wouldn't pay when I invited you? Come on."

You chuckled to yourself at the realization. "True. I'm just a bit self-reliant and skeptical."

"I've noticed." he chewed happily. "Want anything else on the menu?"

You peered over and hummed as you scanned it over, thinking of eating a bit more and saving the rest for the family to try.

"Oh. I also had Leo come here earlier and take back a few things to your family for dinner."

Your eyes widened. "What?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Dessert?"

You smiled and nodded. "Dessert sounds great."

"Okay, you do know how to eat ice cream properly right?" he leaned over and teased.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

And your relationship eased into a sense of comfort after that. You two still bickered nonetheless, probably even more so now that you two knew exactly what to say to get under each other's skin. He still wasn't super helpful with chores on the farm, but he was improving his stamina and strength. At least he provided consistent entertainment. And thanks to your mom and Jin, his cooking skills were also getting better. Your eggs were now shell-less and cooked well.

You noticed that he was also getting increasingly closer to all of your family members. He, Jin, and Tae would snicker randomly as if they had their own inside jokes now, and sometimes you'd hear them still chatting in their room late into the night. Yoongi also became incredibly playful with the twins, picking them up randomly, and joining Tae in their games of pretend or tag. He also opened up your shy little sister by pulling small pranks on her like the old tapping-on-the-opposite-shoulder trick or the calling-her-name-and-having-her-turn-her-cheek-into-your-finger one. He even complimented your mom and praised her cooking with ease, treating her like his own parent.

"Where are you going? It's the weekend?" he questioned as he saw you taking your work bag with you outside one Saturday morning.

"Oh Jimin called the house and I need to take care of something for work quickly." You smiled. "I'm going into town."

"Why?"

"Oh... well." You blushed. "There's no internet and hardly any service out here. So I have to go into the town when I need to do work or make a call."

"Seriously?" he frowned.

You glanced at him, amused. "Yes, seriously. Wanna come with? You still haven't seen the town yet, right?"

Yoongi lit up. "Sure. I'll come. Gimme a sec."

"Sure. I'll be outside."

You soaked in the sun and fresh air while waiting for him.

"Sorry. I'm here." he breathed and you shivered, feeling his breath hit the back of your neck.

You turned and his body touched yours, causing you to stumble back. He caught your wrist, chuckling in amusement.

"Sorry. I was running and didn't expect you to be so close to the front."

"N-no. You just startled me." You laughed nervously. "I didn't expect you to be so close either."

"So what's the urgent thing Jimin has you doing?"

You gave him a once over. It had been a while since you had seen him dressed freshly casual in clothes that weren't too big on him. He was simply wearing a plain white tee and his favorite snapback backwards with dark jeans. It reminded you of the first few times you had encountered him. You smiled and suddenly, he was waving his hand in front of your face.

"Were you just checking me out and smiling?" he teased.

You felt yourself warm. "Ew no!"

He grinned. "Well, I like your casual wear much better than your professional attire too."

You furrowed your brow. "Well sorry I can't exactly afford nicer clothes."

He blinked, not expecting that reaction. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't--"

"It's fine." You snipped, knowing you shouldn't get offended. "We're taking the tractor."

"You can drive?" Yoongi tilted his head.

"Duh." You smirked. "Now, it's your turn to hold your horses."

Obviously, you weren't a speedy drive, but the road was rough and bumpy, so Yoongi literally had to hold himself down to prevent his head from smacking into the window or the top of the tractor.

When you arrived, he happily hopped out and caught his breath.

"Y/N! Good to see you back in town! It's been awhile!"

"Hello!" You greeted brightly. "Just going in to do some work at the old cafe."

"Don't work too hard now, you won't ever find a man." the old lady giggled.

Yoongi took this time to step beside you and bow politely. The old lady's eyes widened and she was practically glowing.

"Who's this Y/N? Your boyfriend?"

You panicked. "Oh no! It's my..."

"Friend." Yoongi reached for hand. "Yoongi."

"Oh wow. You're so handsome. Like a celebrity." she reached out and touched his face.

You snorted, amused, and he grinned at you knowingly.

"Well we really must get to work." You grabbed his wrist, allowing him to escape from the lady's wandering hands. "You have to watch out for her. She likes to touch."

"I noticed." Yoongi smiled.

You entered the internet cafe and took a seat at a table, pulling out your laptop. Yoongi did the same.

"Here's the password of the day." An older guy handed you two a piece of paper. "Stay as long as you like."

"Thanks." You grinned, and Yoongi bowed obediently when he caught the man wink at him.

"Maybe I should've brought Leo with me. He's more of an eye candy." Yoongi whispered. "We could've gotten a discount."

You giggled. "I think you're more his type though."

Yoongi smiled and began typing away on his laptop, stopping to glance over at you every so often. He wasn't really doing anything in particular, but he didn't want to look not busy either. You looked concentrated and perplexed by what you were doing, and he caught you worrying your lip.

"Anything I can help with?"

Your face relaxed and your lips curled up. "If you could, you probably have more experience with this than me."

"Sure." Yoongi pushed his laptop down and scooted his chair beside you.

You tensed as his arm grazed yours while he read the details of the problem and perused the document.

"Oh this. I'll teach you." he replied as he got up.

You were about to ask where he was going when you felt his arms snake above your shoulders. His head appeared beside yours, your cheeks daringly close. You were internally screaming at the proximity.

"Ready? I'll show you first then I'll guide you through it." he spoke softly and despite not being ready at all, you nodded, staring forward blankly, afraid of turning your head.

Did he not know the concept of space? But then you remembered being in a similar position when you were milking cows and you suddenly wanted to crawl under the table. That was a totally different situation! He was scared of them! This...this was totally unnecessary. But why were you becoming hyperaware of his presence now? You shook your head and accidentally brushed your cheek against his. You let out a tiny squeak.

Yoongi blinked as he felt your smooth skin glide against his and you made an odd noise. Then he looked down and realized he was essentially embracing you.

"Oh my bad." he chuckled nervously and stepped to the side distancing your faces from each other. Why had he done something like that without thinking? More or less, during these few weeks with you, he found himself wanting to be around you more often and reaching out for you frequently, whether it was a pat on the head or a teasing poke. What was going on with him?

Nonetheless, you two spent a few hours fixing the problem with Jimin on webcam and finally, were able to smooth everything ever.

"Sorry about that guys. I didn't know what to do on my own." Jimin scratched his head.

"It's all good. I wouldn't have either." You smiled and glanced up at Yoongi gratefully.

He grinned back at you, feeling a sense of accomplishment that he was able to help out fully for once. Jimin cleared his throat and you two turned back to him shyly.

"Well, I'll see you two on Monday. Enjoy the rest of the weekend!" he waved brightly.

You caught the way Jimin smirked before ending the call and it embarrassed you, reminding you of all the times in the past few weeks where he would tease you about Yoongi. What were you going to tell him on Monday?

"Oh right." Yoongi clapped his hands. "Can I go shopping around here? I saw some stores with some clothes I wanted to try on."

"Really?" You chuckled.

"Hey, you know I'm a very relaxed outfit kind of guy." he shrugged arrogantly. "And these are unique brand name stores!"

You smiled sweetly, "Sure. Everyone's preparing for the party tomorrow anyway."

"Party?" Yoongi blinked.

"Oh right. We have a party every 3rd Sunday of the month to just wind down as a family. Nothing big." You got up with your purse, but Yoongi grabbed your hand.

"What're you doing?"

You blushed, your hand tingling from his touch. "Paying?"

"Oh. He already paid, sweetie." the owner grinned. "You're free to go."

"What?" You looked at Yoongi incredulously.

"You were too concentrated so I got away with it." he stuck his tongue out.

"You can't just keep paying for me."

"No, sweetie. Let him keep paying for you." the owner refuted.

Yoongi gave him a thumbs up, while you looked at the two of them, unamused.

"Let's talk outside. Come on, come on." Yoongi grabbed your hand and pulled you out as you sighed.

"I have my own money, Mr. Min. I don't need you paying for me."

"It's not bad to let someone treat you once in awhile, Y/N." Yoongi smiled unapologetically. "I'm not doing it to throw my money around, I promise."

You looked at him and he threw his arms behind his head, grinning.

"You know, before I met you, I used my money to just indulge myself."

"So it seemed." You replied.

"But now, I want to spend it on other people." he hummed as his eyes scanned the shops. "I don't mean it to offend you and all your hard work, but think of it as a sign of my gratitude, okay?"

You relaxed and nodded. "I get it, but let me pay next time okay?"

"Why don't you buy me an outfit then?" he proposed. "You choose it and pay for it. I'll wear it to the party tomorrow."

"What?"

"Come on." he gestured to a store with his head. "You always dress me up anyway, this should be fun."

"Shouldn't it be the other way around?" You chuckled as you scurried after him.

"I'm far more suited to be a clothes model." Yoongi smirked teasingly and you rolled your eyes.

"Be prepared for the most ridiculous outfits of your life, Silver Spoon."

"Bring it on, Farm Girl. The more ridiculous the better."

"You should be more nervous!" You argued.

"Why? You're the one that's going to be embarrassed by me anyway." he taunted as he floated to the clothes rack.

"Ugh." You groaned, knowing he was 100% right.

The next day, you all got to sleep in for once which was great considering you, Tae, Jin, your sister, and Yoongi had stayed up exchanging funny stories. For some reason, everyone was feeling particularly giggly and every word brought you all into hysterics.

Yoongi's eyes fluttered open to find bright brown orbs staring back at him.

"Morning ~" Tae grinned widely as he continued to watch you.

"Morning." Yoongi rubbed his eyes. "Why're you staring at me?"

"You stay so still when you sleep. You remind me of fish." Tae giggled.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, not understanding the relationship between him and fish.

"How's the animal hospital going?"

"It's good." Tae perked up. "They want to hire me full time!"

"Oh wow!" Yoongi beamed and clapped. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you." Tae giggled. "You're the first one I told."

"Really?"

"Mhm." Tae nodded.

"What made you want to be a vet in Seoul?" Yoongi questioned, finally sitting up.

"I want to see it." Tae beamed. "I want to see Seoul."

"Why?"

"Mmm..." Tae hummed and looked concentrated. "I met and housed a traveler once and he lived with my family in my farm for a bit because he wanted to get a feel of the country life. Whenever I talked to him and heard his stories, they all sounded so amazing. The animal hospital here is great but fairly small. I want to help a lot of animals!" Tae stretched his arms as if to signify how many animals he wanted to help. "And I know big cities like Seoul will have a lot of animals that need saving, plus they'll pay me better. One day, I want to open up my own so I really want to go there."

Yoongi smiled and ruffled the younger boy's hair. "That's a great goal."

"Y/N made us want to dream big." Tae smiled. "She achieved her dream and she always looks so happy going to work. And you too, hyung. You look happy."

"Do I?" Yoongi grinned.

Tae flashed his box grin. "Yes, you look much happier these past few weeks compared to when we first met."

Yoongi blinked, surprised at that perceptive answer. He softened.

"So what was the name of this traveler you met?"

"Oh!" Tae grinned. "His name was --"

"Boys! Brunch is ready!" Jin entered the room brightly. "What's this? Bro talk without me?"

"Jin! Guess what?" Tae jumped up.

"What? What?" Jin beamed.

"I'm getting hired as a full time vet!"

Jin cheered excitedly and the two jumped around holding hands. Yoongi smiled and watched the scene lovingly.

"Come here, Yoongi. You celebrate too!" Jin pulled him up and jumped around him in a circle as he laughed at their morning energy.

"I know it's party day, but save some energy for later." You appeared at the doorway and Tae practically lunged into your arms.

"Y/N! I'm a full time vet!"

"Whoa, whoa." Jin stated. "First, you were going to be hired full time and now you are?"

"Eh same thing." Tae giggled as he nuzzled his cheek against yours while you giggled, telling him to get off of you half-heartedly.

The party began when the sun set. Tae's family joined in on the festivities and so did some of the neighboring farm families, so the large barn was soon packed with loud people. Yoongi stayed glued to Jin and Tae, following them as they introduced him to everyone and mingled, while you went around catering to your guests.

"Hey." he grabbed your arm as you passed by.

"Hey." you smiled. "Sorry, is it overwhelming?"

"No." he chuckled. "You haven't been to banquets. This is ten times better. People actually talk candidly here."

"Wow." You scrunched your face. "Banquets are actually a thing, huh?"

"Think of them as stuffy dinners." Yoongi shook his head. "Haven't been to one in a long time and don't plan to do so."

You grinned. "Did you need something?"

"Aren't you working a little too hard for someone who's supposed to be relaxing?" he emphasized as he grabbed the tray out of your hand.

You looked at him knowingly and gave in. "You're right."

"I mean, these people can grab food on their own. Sit down." he urged and you exhaled.

"Y/N!"

You grabbed onto Yoongi's hand frantically. He blinked as he looked down at your joined hands curiously. Then a tanned, muscular young man appeared and hugged your body so tightly Yoongi was worried you'd burst. But you never let go of his hand so he didn't either. You exhaled and stumbled back from the aggressive hug.

"Wow you're still beautiful." the man sighed. "How have you been?"

"Great." You smiled, being strangely curt.

"Look, I know my confession last month was a bit sudden and when I tried to kiss you well...that was forward." the guy rubbed the back of his neck.

Oh.

Yoongi realized why you had reached out for him.

"But I really do like you and I know that when the city life doesn't work out for you, you'll come back. So just know, I'll be waiting."

He caught the way your eye twitched at the clear attack on your career.

"You know city life won't work out for me?" you hissed.

"Oh come on, Y/N. Many people tried to make it big from the countryside and only a few succeed. Look at this realistically."

He saw you purse your lips and he squeezed your hand, stepping forward.

"Hey, I'm Min Yoongi."

The guy was a bit taken a back, not realizing he was there all along.

"Who are you?" he questioned. "Who's this guy?"

Yoongi lifted up your entwined hands and smiled at him cheekily.

Your heart fluttered at this gesture.

"I'm from the city and I'll have you know Y/N is succeeding in every way possible." Yoongi replied. "And our company has no intention of letting her go."

He glanced at you with a genuine smile and tugged you closer to him. "I have no intention of letting her go."

You inhaled sharply as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

"So I'd appreciate it if you would stop demeaning her like that. She didn't reject you because you're from the country but because you're just so terribly unsupportive and ill-mannered."

"Why you--" the guy clenched his fist and you placed a hand on Yoongi's chest nervously, ready to push him back if the guy attacked.

But Leo appeared and stared daggers at the man, easily repelling any act of violence that was about to ensue.

You and Yoongi exhaled audibly.

"Jeez. I thought I was going to need an entirely new face." he breathed.

You chuckled and smacked his chest. "That was so reckless."

Yoongi shrugged. "You should know that's my style by now."

You glanced at him disapprovingly then smiled gratefully. "Thanks though. He really creeps me out."

Yoongi grinned, "I thought you had fallen in love with me for a second when you grabbed my hand."

You rolled your eyes and stepped away from his arms. "Puhlease."

All of a sudden, Leo embraced the two of you tightly and your noses were touching lightly.

"We're okay, Leo. I appreciate the concern." Yoongi patted his arm gently.

Leo nodded and stepped back.

"Have you tried this?" You picked up your tray and handed it to Leo.

His eyes lit up and he shook his head, biting into the appetizer cautiously. Then his lips curled up and he began scarfing them all down while you and Yoongi laughed at him light-heartedly.

"Everyone let's get drunk!!" Your mom cried out from the top of a hay stack.

"Coolest. Mom. Ever." Yoongi directed at you with a wide grin.

You laughed loudly as you two grabbed your beers and raised them.

"I'm underage still!" Your sister called out cheekily.

"I like strawberry juice better!" Tae shouted.

"Let's square dance!" Jin bellowed, already red from the alcohol.

On cue, the music began and everyone formed their squares.

"Square what?" Yoongi blinked.

"Come on." You laughed as you dragged him and Leo forward.

Your sister coupled up with Leo while Jin and Tae each took one twin.

"Follow me." You grabbed Yoongi's hands and guided him through the song.

He stumbled through it, but it was entertaining, seeing him floundering about with a look of panic, especially when there was a switch of partners. But he eventually got the hang of it and was following everyone's steps with only slight hesitation. He even made it through a couple more songs after that.

"Not bad, Silver Spoon." You teased.

"I'm a pretty adaptable guy after all." he declared arrogantly.

"Speed up!" You shouted with a smirk, and everyone cheered happily.

"Speed what?" he repeated.

The music was played double the original speed and everyone's feet fluttered around, doing the moves elegantly, while Yoongi tripped over his own, trying to catch up. It ended up with him being embarrassed and you laughing hysterically at him. But he couldn't even be mad because he very much liked seeing you laugh without restraint for once.

The night proceeded cheerfully. Everyone was talking loudly over the music and you, Yoongi, Jin, Tae, and your sister were in a little huddle, having conversations amongst yourselves. Jin was giggling more than usual because of the alcohol and you were already beginning to feel flush too. Yoongi, on the other hand, looked pretty normal.

"Now that everyone's had time to drink. Let's play the newspaper game!" Your mom echoed.

"Oh nooo." You groaned.

"Yess! Let's go, Tae! We can win again!" Jin shook Tae happily.

Tae giggled. "Y/N and hyung too. You two play!"

"Oh no. I don't --"

"Let's play!" Yoongi beamed excitedly. "We never play games at our banquets. This is cool!"

"Oh but the game is --" You glanced at your sister pleadingly but she just smirked and waved at you.

Yoongi was dragging you to the center of the barn, intrigued.

Your mom handed every pair a newspaper and you set it down on the ground.

"Rules are easy. Your newspaper gets folded smaller as the rounds go on. Your feet can't step out of newspaper or else you and your partner are both out. Good luck ~" Your mom grinned evilly.

"I see where you get your stern side from." Yoongi teased and you smacked his arm.

"You two." Tae and Jin squinted at you and Yoongi in a playfully menacing manner. "You're going down."

"We'll take your triple crown." You provoked.

"Never!" Tae shouted. "Though you two are the most likely adversary for us, we will prevail!"

"Ready?" You looked up at Yoongi and for a second, he felt his throat close up when your eyes locked with his.

He cleared his throat and nodded. "We'll win this for sure."

You smiled and you two high-fived to express your team work and determination.

You never realized how dangerous this game was. Not until a few rounds later, when you felt Yoongi's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. The crowd hooted and hollered for you two. You shyly embraced your arms around his neck; your feet were on top of his apologetically. But there were only three pairs left, one of which was Tae and Jin. You worried how to get past the next few rounds when you were completely red already. You wobbled and Yoongi steadied you, placing his forehead on you and his hand higher on your back.

"Relax. I got you." he whispered and you stared into his eyes, your noses touching daringly. You could feel his breath on your face and you were sure he could feel yours.

Never in a million years did you expect to be in this position with Min Yoongi, your boss, heir to the large corporation you were working for. You were so glad Park Jimin wasn't here and Tae was too preoccupied to witness this questionable pose. Your heart was racing as your mother's voice counted down until the next round. The third group fell right before the end of the countdown, which left just your pair with Yoongi, and Jin's with Tae.

"Alright last two teams, face each other and fold your newspapers."

You gulped. Someone had to stand on one foot in order to win, which meant that the other needed to be strong enough to piggyback the other... on one-leg.

"I'll piggyback you." You firmly stated to Yoongi.

"You sure?" Yoongi worried.

"I don't think you could." You teased.

He grinned and nodded knowingly. "This hurts my pride, but it's better than losing and showing off how weak I am."

"Not to mention making me look heavy." You added.

"Sure, that too."

You crouched down and he koala-ed you easily.

"Holy crap. You're light." You laughed as you stood up without breaking a sweat.

"It's cause I have nice, slender legs." he chided.

Tae had climbed onto Jin's shoulders, ready to face off. You stared at your brother with determination and he smirked, unfazed. You two lifted one leg off the ground simultaneously and your mother started the slow countdown from 10.

Yoongi curled tighter around you and he grazed your boob accidentally, causing you both to tense.

"Oh my go--"

"Don't move." You hissed, fighting back your initial reaction of bursting into flames right then and there. His arm was still over your chest but if he moved too much it would throw off your balance.

"Ooo ~ look at him touching her boobies~" Tae teased.

"Yah!" Jin scolded. "What're you two doing in front of me?"

"You want me to touch yours, hyung?" Tae bent down playfully, but that caused Jin to falter.

"Tae! No!" Jin cried. "I'm going to lose my balance."

"Woops." Tae whipped back up too fast and he and Jin stumbled backwards, your parents and Tae's rushing to protect their heads from the impact.

"Winner! Yoongi and Y/N!" Your mother announced as soon as they checked that the other two were alright.

Yoongi jumped off of you immediately, and you two screamed excitedly, hugging each other tightly without hesitation. You bounced around with glee, then both of you realized what you were doing and separated timidly.

"Good going Farm Girl." he grinned. "We make a good team."

You laughed, still feeling traces of his arms around you for some reason.

"We really do."

A few hours later, people were beginning to feel the true effects of the alcohol and soon, the barn was covered with sleeping people. Those with higher tolerance were just chatting casually at one of the tables. Jin had ushered the twins to the house and tucked them into bed. Meanwhile, Tae and your sister were going around the barn, making sure everyone was comfortably sleeping.

"You want to take a walk?" Yoongi smiled and you agreed, needing to get fresh air and away from the heated barn.

You both strolled outside quietly, allowing your ears to adjust to the silence after having come from such a loud atmosphere.

"Hope that wasn't too weird." You spoke up.

"No, not at all. I loved it." he smiled genuinely. "I've never had so much fun at a family function."

"Really?"

"Well whenever I used to eat with Gramps, we were in this super long table and sitting on opposite ends."

"Wow."

"When I'm at my apartment, I eat by myself too." Yoongi smiled sadly. "So something like this is nice."

You nudged him lightly. "Well you're welcome anytime."

He glanced at you and grinned. He took off the flannel button up you had picked out and bought for him, and placed it over your shoulders. You smiled and pulled it around you gratefully.

"This is so nice." Yoongi marveled as he leaned against the fence and looked up at the vibrant evening sky. "You never get to see the stars so clearly in the city."

"That's true." You nodded as you sat on the fence easily, gaining a few inches above him for once. "Plus you don't get this fresh air either."

"Regretting your decision to work in the city?" he grinned.

You chuckled and shook your head. "Never."

"It's a two hour trip there and back. You have to travel a few minutes away just for wifi and you have to deal with a bratty boss. Must be tough."

"I don't know about the traveling. But the bratty boss is a bit of a challenge." You teased.

He nudged you lightly.

"But he's getting more tolerable."

"I'm glad." Yoongi grinned. "I was about to have a stern talk with Park Jimin to tell him to stop being so bratty."

You laughed and you both fell into a comfortable silence afterwards.

"Why are you working so hard and doing all this?" Yoongi asked you seriously.

Your face softened as you looked down at him beside you. For some reason, you knew he was asking a different question.

"What're you interested in doing, Mr. Min?" you questioned.

"What?" he blinked. No one had ever asked him that. "Umm well I never really thought about it. My path has always been laid out for me. I'm going to take charge of the company, regardless of what I want to do...so I just never thought about it."

You frowned and patted his head gently, sensing the sadness in his voice.

"Well you know, there may be one main road, but there are always detours and back roads you can take to get to your destination."

"Hm?" he looked up at you completely with wide eyes, like you had just said the most surprising thing he had ever heard.

"Like you can take the scenic route and figure out what you really want to do instead of the direct path. I mean isn't the journey where the fun is? Business is a vast field, and you can start or own any business you want with your background." You smiled. "As for your company, I personally like what it stands for as a business. Your Grandfather wants it to be different and untainted. He wants it to be innovative and unprejudiced, far-reaching and eclectic. A company with no limits, making a resounding statement."

Yoongi watched as the wind blew your hair in front of your face and you spit, trying to get the strands out of your mouth. He burst out laughing, because you were just saying something so cool and the deep ambiance had been totally destroyed by nature.

You smiled, embarrassed, and scratched the back of your head. You then hopped down and boldly cupped Yoongi's face so he would look at you seriously. You knew he needed to hear what you were going to say.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that you may be the heir, but that doesn't mean you have to follow the same EXACT path that your Grandfather is walking. He trusts you to keep the values of the company and that's it. Learn what he's doing first then build your own foundation on top of that. Doing the same thing isn't a sign of progress after all. Find what you want, what you're interested in, and what you believe in, and you'll find your answer."

"My answer?"

"I've been thinking this for a while now." You smiled and stepped away from him. "It's not that you don't want to do business, but you're afraid to do it, aren't you? You're wondering 'what can I do for the company' and 'can I really run this company like my father and grandfather'? And you're also worried about changing it too much because it's a piece of your late father. That as nonchalant and free as you appear, you're actually acting that way because you're burdened and protecting yourself."

You looked up to the sky and smiled.

"Well if I learned anything from you these past few weeks. It's to screw plans and go with the flow! Everything will fall into place as long as you do what you want and what you love! Just do it! Although I'd rather have some sort of plan...but that's just me...you're probably more of a go-for-it kind of gu--"

Without hesitation, Yoongi reached out to you and placed his hands on your cheeks, silencing your rambling quickly. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips onto your forehead, his heart hammering loudly in his chest.

"Thank you." he whispered as he pulled you into his arms.

Someone had finally figured him out, given him advice, and scolded him.

You nodded shyly in reply as he tightened his embrace around you. You didn't want to separate, because you were sure your face was entirely beet red.

What exactly just happened??

Later that night, you two both rolled around in your respective rooms, unable to forget all of the events that had occurred earlier.

Yoongi was still pondering over your words. Years of thoughts he had buried deep inside him were now surfacing in the silence. Like your words had broken the seal and released the dam inside his brain. But then his thinking was interrupted when his phone vibrated beside him.

Meanwhile, you were hiding underneath your comfy blanket in the living room, your body heating up. Were you getting a fever? Did you have too much to drink? You kept replaying the moment when you and Yoongi were close to each other all weekend, especially the sudden forehead kiss in the middle of the field.

"Gahhh!" You screamed breathily, not wanting to wake anyone but needing to release your emotions. You thrashed around, embarrassed, shocked, and confused.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed. You peeked out and checked your phone.

It was the Chairman.

Your heart sank as you read the group text that had finally gotten through.

"Yoongi, you may return home now. The punishment for you two is now officially over."

PART 6

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