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Cure For Sleep Deprivation (M)

Pairing – Demon! Yoongi x Farmer! Reader

Genre – Horror, Angst, Fluff, Farm AU, Amnesia AU, Demon AU, Fantasy

Sin – Sloth

Summary – [You’re just an ordinary girl inheriting your parent’s animal farm far away from the city. Everything is normal until you catch a sleeping boy inside the tool shed who can’t remember why or how he got there. On top of that after his sudden arrival, you keep having these nightmares and what’s stranger than that is that Yoongi is in every one of them.]

Warnings – amnesia, nightmares, mention of oc dying in her dream, small character death (oc's grandparents), blood, some creepy vibes, mention of a dead rabbit in one small scene, slight horror elements but nothing major spookiness, smut, unprotected sex (always be safe this is only fiction!) magic demon saliva, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, oc tells him to stop but everything is consensual, bathroom sex, couch sex, big dick! demon yoongi, kissing, marks/hickeys, dirty talk, cockwarming, handjob, vaginal fingering, oral (f), lots of cum, creampie, yoongi fucks you into sleep

Word Count – (6,1k)

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You’re standing at the edge. Under you, there are thousands of sharp rocks paving the way down to your demise but don’t be mistaken. The trail is dangerous, one wrong step and you could fall to your death but strangely enough, you’re not afraid. You’re secure in warm arms that snake around your torso like twines. The feel of his breath rhythmically tickling your earlobe keeps you calm.

You’re confused but not scared.

You’re pushed against a firm chest and your breath hitches when he kisses your jaw. He’s whispering something into your ear but you’re unable to tell what he says. The wind blows away the sound.

As soon as his arm loosens around you you attempt to turn around but he’s not there and you’re falling. Your eyes only focus on the blue sky. Your body feels like it stands still when in reality you’re shrinking. You’re falling but you don’t feel a single thing. The only indicator that you’re moving is the wildly blowing wind under your body keeping you afloat.

You’re drowning and your lungs fill up with water. Your hands reach for the surface but the pull is too strong it gets harder to breathe until your eyes come out of focus and the bubbles stop coming. You see him standing by the shore right before your sight goes dark. He let you fall.

Your body jolts awake reflexively, your eyes are open but only see dark. You woke up as soon as you died in your dream.

Unstable hands find your phone laying on the nightstand, it’s 5:21 too early for the sun to rise.

You start taking deep breaths the bad dream you were having lingers at the back of your mind but you will your muscles to relax. It wasn’t real. You’re fine, you’re safe. Your head hits the pillows again as you groan into the darkness of the room. Feels like your last nightmare was ages ago. So why start again now?

It’s probably the new place, you tell yourself. Of course, after your grandparent's sudden death you’ll have some difficulty sleeping. You couldn’t mourn their loss yet, things have been hectic around the land. You were used to the city girl life and suddenly you had to keep this farm going without any help but your own.

It’s only been a couple of weeks that you legally became the caretaker of their farm. Life has been busy and without their guidance, you had to learn how to take care of everything. You still make mistakes but you like to think that you’ve become a little better at keeping this farm in order.

Hoping that a warm bath will soothe your nerves and lift your mood for the rest of the day you pick out your clothes from the old wood wardrobe and head to the bathroom. The dream felt so real, the freezing cold water, the cliff where someone was holding you in his arms. Every sensation felt like it happened to you in real life.

Who that man might be you have no idea. Why did you think it was a man? You don’t know that either. You couldn’t hear his voice and he disappeared when you turned around but something tells you that it was a man.

You start with collecting the eggs from the chicken barn. It’s the same routine every day. You feed the chickens first collect what you can and have breakfast before you move on to the horses.

You try to keep everything organised. The farm is big and there are no neighbours as far as you can tell. The closest town takes up two hours of car ride so your grandparents made sure that everything you need is within reach of the grounds of the farm. Meat, vegetable eggs almost everything that you need you can grow yourself.

Your grandparents were old people so they only went to town once every month to get everything else that’s impossible to make it here by themselves. It’s convenient to find the necessities within reach but you feel isolated ever since you came here. Taking care of this farm was not a burden that you wanted on your back but there was no one else who could have done this.

You’re working on things bits by bits. The ground of the farm is so big that you need your car to see the borders of it. You can’t even imagine how your grandparents managed to live here for so long, it’s only been a couple of weeks but you feel like you’re going crazy here by yourself. Maybe you could invest in a cat or something. Might help you feel less lonely alone in this big plot of land.

You’re feeding the pigs next after you’re done with the horses and you walk by the tool shed on your way to the supply room so you can grab an extra pair of gloves. You only stop in your tracks because it’s open but you never leave anything open. You might be alone here but you were always a firm believer that it’s better to be cautious than be sorry later.

Your sole weapon is a pair of sharp scissors that you cut the food bag with. The shed is dark inside even when you open both sides of the door to get a better view of the inside. The tools are scattered around the dirty room. You couldn’t find the time to clean this place up as you concentrated on the main house, for now, there’s still too many rooms and places that you need to clean. Doing everything alone is hard and takes more time but you don’t have anyone to ask and hiring staff makes you anxious since you’re living here alone in the middle of nowhere.

”Anybody there?” You cringe hearing your own voice. Great, that’s what the protagonist says in a fucking horror movie. You can only hope that your fate is nothing like that. You had no idea that having a thing for horror movies will bite you back in the ass. You even see an old rusty saw hanging on the walls. The table is full of different hammers and screwdrivers. The whole place makes you be on edge.

There’s a stack of dry straw in the corner in big piles. The sunlight can only reach one part of it but you can make out a silhouette. You pick up a small rock from the ground and aim at the stranger’s back you need to make sure he’s not dead or poses a threat to your own life so you observe him from afar tightly clutching your scissors. You call him loudly picking up more rocks to wake him up.

You gasp when he suddenly moves. You watch him sit up on top of the pile, his clothes and hair full of straw fibres as he rubs his eyes sleepily. It seems like he didn’t realise where he is or he’s not alone so you keep quiet and observe him as best as you can under the dim lights of the shed.

He’s young, around your age if you had to guess. You don’t know how to feel about that. It makes him more potent to overpower you if he decides he’s on serial killer duty. You don’t know him he could be running from the authorities. An old farm is a good place to hide after all and you’re on your own. Your only weapon is a fucking pair of scissors that’s not even sharp enough to defend yourself with!

”Where am I?” You’re startled out of your thoughts when he speaks. His eyes finally land on you standing a few feet away from him.

You should have called the police while he was sleeping and shut yourself inside your home. Why is it that it’s only now that you think of that?! He’s looking at you waiting for an answer and you decide to reap what you sow.

”You’re inside my property! How did you get here and why are you sleeping in my shed?” You point in his direction with your weapon, trying to seem more intimidating. The boy seems to be as lost as you are. He blinks at you before he eventually raises his hands to calm you down.

”I don’t know how I got here. The first memory I have is waking up here and talking to you. I don’t remember anything else from before that.”

Your brain tells you to not believe him. Rationally thinking he could still be a murderer. But. The big but is that if he’s here to kill you your run-down house will not stop him from achieving that. The locks are old and if he uses some force you’re sure he could eventually break in and even if you call the police right now they will arrive two hours too late to save you.

”Nothing? Not even your name?” You ask. Once you begin lowering your scissors he loosens up his rigid stance and you watch his shoulder hunch over. He looks really confused and lost. The man shakes his head and stares up ahead as if he’s trying hard to retain anything from before this moment.

”Are you hungry?”

You ask him in a timid voice that tells him you dropped your act to appear more threatening.

He needs help, if it happens that he’s really a serial killer then you’re fucked but until then you could do something good in this world. The boy nods - the tiny gesture is almost unnoticeable. It seems like he’s not the talkative type. You can’t really blame him it must be frustrating to not remember anything.

He follows you to the main house but fortunately, he keeps a friendly distance from you as you walk ahead of him, the silence that settles between you however is awkward and kind of creepy. His eyelids are fluttering shut every so minute that you think he’s still fighting to be awake. You have no idea how long he has been sleeping there before you found him.

You make him some easy breakfast while he wanders around the living room. You were reluctant to let him roam free in your house at first but later you decided that there’s not much he can steal anyway.

The announcement of your grandparent’s will was sudden a lot of your family members weren’t aware they had one, to begin with, so there’s still a lot of your stuff that’s in your apartment in the city waiting to be shipped as you only packed the essentials. As to why you left as soon as you claimed ownership of the farm is simple enough. The apartment you lived in is a shithole everything in it is old and the equally as old landlord doesn’t like to renovate or spend a single penny on the building that’s slowly crumbling down to the ground.

You’re sad that things come to this but you’re not in the position to deny the money that your grandparents saved and the only way you could access the money is if you take care of the farm and keep it running. You had to quit your job and leave everything behind just to pay back your loan sharks. At least you’re free of them. Now you have other problems to tackle.

One is the man that you found sleeping inside your tool shed.

You offered him to take a shower after he ate since his clothes and skin is covered in filth as if he crawled out of a mud pit.

You found some of your grandpa’s old clothes that you keep in a box that will do for now. You want to give the clothes to charity but you’re not going into town for a while. Gass is expensive and you’re still fixing up the farm, replacing old equipment and installing new features.

Searching through his dirty clothes doesn’t help you figure out who he is. There’s not even a receipt in his pockets he literally has nothing on him. You’re way past the point where you could just kick him out.

He’s not your responsibility you don’t even know his name nor where he’s from. On top of all that he has this weird aura around him. You can’t explain it but something about him makes your skin crawl.

He sleeps away most of the day. When you’re back after you’re done with tending to the animals you find him in the same position on the couch with his eyes closed. You eat breakfast and lunch together every day but there’s not much that he can tell you about himself.

You offered to take him to the nearby police station but he refused, he said that he has a bad feeling about going there and you didn’t try to force him. You’re lowkey still scared of him even though he didn’t do anything that would make you fear him. He looks harmless, he’s always sleepy and only wakes up to eat with you. You’re a little jealous that he’s so thin when all he does is lounge on your couch occasionally watch tv and maintain his small built. Whilst all you have to do is think about fries and you’re one pound heavier.

You’re also jealous that he can sleep so peacefully. Ever since he appeared your nightmares become worse. Every morning you wake in up cold sweat and your head is all over the place. You can’t retain much of it but there’s something constant appearing in every dream you have. It’s him. He’s always in your nightmares and at first, you thought that your mind is projecting him in your dreams because you don’t know him and his appearance was strange, to say the least.

You always try to make sense of things and he’s the biggest enigma that you had the displeasure of meeting. There are times when you catch him at the dining table sitting and looking into the distance with unfocused eyes, staring at nothing in particular but his facial expression is dark. Almost scarily empty.

The next day you decided to switch things up maybe if you spend more time with him your mind won’t create nightmares about him and a little change of scenery might trigger his memories to come back as well so you decided to take him into town with you on your supply run.

He didn’t look happy about it when you mentioned your idea but he got into the car with you when it was time to leave. Truthfully you didn’t think he’ll come. The radio served as a great distraction throughout the long ride, you keep calling him ’boy’ in your head. Even when you call him you say ’you’ or ’hey’ since he’s yet to remember his name, it marks the end of the second week that you found him and he’s tightlipped as ever. You got used to him by now though.

It felt almost domestic. He pushed the cart while you checked your list. The cashier even mistook you as a young couple when you checked out at the front. You observed that he likes to eat the cinnamon choco cereal in the mornings so you even added that to your list.

It’s unsettling how normal it feels like to have him around. Your eyes always search for him the moment you step into the house and he never disappoints to be there where you left him in the morning. You stopped asking him if he remembers anything because that would mean that he can continue his life where he left off. You know that someday he’ll leave you, his stay with you is temporary.

You should be anticipating that day but strangely you find yourself not wanting him to leave and forget about you.

”Ow. What is it?” You rub your nose where you walked right into his back. You only have one bag in your hands while your companion carries two more. He stopped walking but you could tell that he’s looking at something intently.

You have to stand on your tiptoes to look over his shoulders and see what made him freeze in the middle of the street so suddenly without uttering a word. It’s a shady looking bar that’s closed during the day.

”Do you-” You start but stop, your voice is faint but he clearly hears you. He turns slightly around he surprises you by grabbing your hand. His hand is ice cold and there’s something unreadable in his eyes.

”Have you been here?” You ask this time while motioning in the bar’s direction. Maybe he’s local. It’s a possibility considering that he ended up on your farm. He should be living around here somewhere. It’s still hard to believe that he walked two hours barefoot though to end up sleeping in your shed.

”Let’s go back it’s almost time for feeding the animals.” The previous expression vanishes as soon as it appeared. You let him pull you in the direction of your car even though you have thousands of questions about what happened earlier you don’t say anything and just nod agreeing.

In your nightmares, the boy who lives with you plays some kind of role in your death. Either he lets you go at the edge of the cliff or pushes you in front of a moving car. It’s a different scenario every time.

It feels real every time too. Sometimes you have a hard time separating this boy from the boy in your dreams. There’s a negative emotion that surfaces when you look at him but what’s stranger than that is when you’re inside your dream you’re never afraid of him. You oddly feel safe. He holds you or kisses your cheek and your heart goes crazy. Your emotions regarding him are ambivalent to the point where it starts to drive you crazy. You don’t remember when was the last time you were able to catch a goodnight's sleep. Due to the lack of sleep, your headache is a constant reminder that you desperately need some rest and you eat less and less in the morning.

This time you woke up before midnight and you decided to go down and get a glass of water to soothe your sore throat.

You check up on him on your way to the kitchen by sheer coincidence but he’s not there. You look around the house everywhere calling out to him in a whisper but he’s nowhere to be found. Until you look outside. You catch his shadow moving on the porch. It’s weird.

You can’t imagine what he could be doing in the middle of the night outside in the dark. You’re nervous to follow him out but your curious nature outweighs the possible danger that you might put yourself in if you get caught.

He’s talking to something. You find him crouched looking at something in the grass. You step closer, you manage to make your steps light so you don’t alert him before you could see what’s going on.

You choke on a gasp as you try to silence yourself with your hands firmly placed in front of your mouth.

It’s a dead rabbit. Near the body, there’s a sharp rock the edge of it is smeared with fresh blood. His fingers are soaked in the ruby red substance and then you see it. He’s been writing something with his fingertips on the ground. You don’t recognise the language it all looks gibberish to you.

He looks up from the dead body straight at you. His whole eye is black even the white part is swallowed by blackness. It’s a terrifying sight. You step back when he straightens up, he backs you into a corner until your back collides with the wall of the nearby shed. There’s nowhere else you can go now. He caught you.

You don’t dare to look him in the eyes when he’s just a hairbreadth away from you, you could feel his breath on your cheek. You close your eyes tightly when he raises his hands you don’t know what to expect. Will he pull your hair? Slap you or choke you? He does none of that.

You can’t believe how gentle his touch is. He cups your cheeks with blood-stained fingers transferring the warm liquid on your skin that makes bile rise up into your throat but you hold it in.

”You’re scared of me. This is why I didn’t want you to see me like this.” You keep looking at the ground and he doesn’t force you to face him thankfully. You’re still trying to process everything that you witnessed. Whatever that was.

”W- Who are you?” What are you might be even better but you settle for the first. You flinch when he closes the gap between your faces and touch your foreheads together. He smells like your body wash. It makes you confused. What you should think now? He smells like your shampoo and he wears the clothes of your grandpa and you’ve been living with him for months.

He never touched even a thread of your hair and he could have plenty of opportunities to do so.

”I’m Yoongi.”

Your head jerks away in favour to look at him. You watch him with big eyes the fear you felt is overdriven by surprise. You wanted to put a name to his face so bad for the last couple of weeks. It feels surreal to learn it. The name Yoongi suits him.

He’s confused why you look so angry all of the sudden after the surprise wears off. Your reactions are late, you’re too tired to think rationally.

”You lied to me! You said you don’t remember your name.” You push him away solely running on adrenaline due to sleep deprivation. You’re angry but you’re not ready to admit to yourself why. You shouldn’t care if he lied or not. He had a fucking black eye with no white parts or even a pupil! It’s clear that he’s anything but human. It doesn’t make any sense in your head.

”I didn’t.” Yoongi catches your wrist that’s firmly placed on his chest to push him farther away but he doesn’t budge.

”When I woke up in the shed I really didn’t know where I was or who I am. It came back later.”

”How long did you know?”

Yoongi looks away before he answers. ”After the first week.”

He holds your wrists firmly not leaving you room to wriggle yourself out of his hold no matter how hard you struggle. You stop trying as you look to the side glaring at nothing in particular.

”What are you then? Why did you kill the rabbit?”

Yoongi sighs in defeat when you keep looking everywhere but not at him. He promises to answer all your questions inside. He could tell how you started shivering when the wind started to pick up. It’s way past midnight now. You don’t say anything but nod.

Suddenly you have nothing left to say and Yoongi tries to tell you what happened to him. It would be a lie if you said you’re not curious.

”Start with the rabbit.” You give him a starting point to begin his story, the poor animal’s picture, dead in your backyard is still livid in your mind even when you guide Yoongi into the downstairs bathroom.

”I had to kill him. I needed his blood and I couldn’t harm one of your animals. You like them too much and I didn’t want to see you sad over them. I’m calling my brothers, they’re searching for me.”

You push his hands under the sink and let the blood be washed away by the running tap water. You scrub his hands clean until it’s only soapy water that’s left. The red is drained by the sinkhole as if it wasn’t there. It somewhat soothes your jittering.

”Your brothers?” You parrot him and he dares to chuckle, your glare stops him once he looks at you though.

”Uh, yeah. I have six other brothers. Have you heard of the seven deadly sins Y/N?”

The furrow of your brows lets him know that you don’t see the point why he brings this concept up now. ”Of course I know. It’s taught in school.”

”What you’re taught in school is different from reality but the main concept is similar. Seven demons come to earth on October 31 and make as many people as they can indulge in their sin. Usually, after midnight they retreat back to hell and wait for the next year to come again and do the same as before.”

”Why does the number of people matter?”

You dry his hands with the towel next to the sink and let his hand go the moment you’re done. Yoongi looks after your hand longingly but ignores the urge to grab your hand again and answers your question instead.

”We get rewards in hell according to the number of people we corrupt. It helps to establish our place so weakling demons behave and follow our orders. If you show mercy you’re tossed into the firepit.”

”We?”

”Yes. Y/N, I’m a demon and I’m responsible for one of the seven deadly sins with my six brothers.”

You could figure out his sin without him needing to tell you. All he would do these past months since you found him is sleep and eat. Now it all makes kind of sense. Crazy. But after seeing his black eyes turn back their original colour you can’t really deny his true nature.

”Are you responsible for my nightmares too?” Yoongi looks away sheepishly, it’s a new expression that you haven’t seen on him yet.

”Yes, I’m sorry about that. It’s a side effect that humans develop when a demon is close by. Our demon powers mess with the natural wavelength your brains emit and you’re most vulnerable to its effects when you’re asleep.”

”Can you make the nightmares stop? I really want to rest and not wake up in the middle of the night in cold sweat while you wait for your brothers to find you. It could take weeks and you’ve been here for a while. Don’t take it to heart.”

Your brain is fried after all this talk about demons and hell. Right now you just take everything as it is. You’re too tired to properly think and freak out but you learnt to trust Yoongi during his stay with you and even though he scared the living shit out of you outside with the dead rabbit and all now you’re eerily calm. It makes sense why your emotions were all over the place. His demon powers messed with your head but your heart knew that he means no harm at least to you.

You showed him kindness and for a week when he didn’t remember who he was you took care of him. It moved something in his heart. He became attached to you and it never happened before.

”There’s a way I could help you but I’m not sure you would be comfortable with that.” Yoongi bites his lip seemingly imagining something, his eyes darken a bit but before it could turn all black again it vanishes.

”I might regret asking but- tell me. What is it?” Yoongi looks you over from head to toe it’s the first time that he sees you in your sleepwear. Normally you don’t come down until it’s time for you to feed the chickens.

”I heard that exchanging bodily fluids helps. Our saliva has unique abilities so I’ve heard from the others.”

You run on autopilot as you look at his lips. Exhaustion wins at this point you’re willing to try anything.

”You mean we have to kiss?” You check in case you thought wrong. It’s not your imagination playing tricks on you, you could feel Yoongi’s chest against you and his hands find the dip of your hip to pull you closer to his lips.

Yoongi hums to confirm your words. It’s getting hot inside the bathroom as the sexual tension rises in the air the longer you keep staring into his eyes. His dark orbs seem to promise something more beyond the kiss and you’re not complaining at all as you feel the need to have him close to you grow in the pit of your stomach.

You realise that he’s waiting for you to make the first move. Even when you inch closer he remains impassive but his eyes tell you a different story. He wants to have you but only pounces if you give yourself to him willingly.

How sweet of him. If you had doubts about him remaining, his gentleman move makes sure that you know what you’re dealing with. Demon or not, he’s been living with you for months.

You finally close the gap between you and Yoongi welcomes you with open arms. At first, the kiss is just mere lip touching but the minute you lick over the seam of his lips he gets greedy.

Yoongi marks up your neck to let you breathe before he takes over the inside of your mouth again with his purposeful tongue.

Everything else is sealed in the back of your mind and only the need to have him remains, licking you from the inside with its hot flames.

Yoongi makes you sit at the edge of the bathtub while he gets rid of your shirts, you shudder as the cold air hits your naked chest. He doesn’t let you feel cold for long before he takes your round nipples into his hot mouth, his saliva makes the experience more intense and messy as he lousily suckles on the pink bud. It feels like an out of body experience when he cups you over your panties roughly and pleasure shoots up your spine.

There’s some of your arousal sticking into the folds of the material that he rubs into your clothed cunt. His eyes are entirely black when he leans in to steal another kiss and you let him lick every corner of the inside of your mouth.

”Yoongi-” The demon rewards you with slipping two fingers under your soaked panties trailing your entire cunt with the slender digits.

”You’re so wet my love.” You melt at the nickname but your brain barely registers anything else when he pushes the slicked up fingers into your puffy pussy. One hand grips your waist to keep you in place while the fingers in your core keep a steady pace pushing and pulling.

You keep moaning his name as he explores your insides searching for your sweet spot so he could send you over the edge and see you cream around his fingers. He can feel your inner walls tightening on them as he stretches you open.

”You have the sweetest cunt Y/N. If you keep saying my name like that I can’t help but think you want me to eat you all up.” Yoongi licks a long line up the column of your throat, marking the skin with pretty hickeys whilst his fingers in your pussy never falters its lazy pounding.

”I- w-wouldn’t mind you eating me out. Fuck- Yoongi, right there.” You grab the edge of the tub like your life is depending on it, your knuckles are turning white from the grip to keep your position and not fall into the tub.

”Right here?” Yoongi chuckles and hits the same spot repeatedly. Switching up the movements by doing scissoring motions, he opens you up to take a third digit before you gush around his fingers.

The intense waves of your orgasm wash over you slowly building up till tears are forming at your bottom lashline. He doesn’t pull away even when you start to cool down instead he pulls his fingers out and attaches his mouth to your pulsing clit. You can’t push his head away even if you wanted to because if you do let go of the tub you’ll lose your balance and hit your head on the wall.

Yoongi feasts on your cum soaked folds, the tip of his tongue nudging your entrance with every lick that he delivers to your entire quivering pussy. His saliva makes everything feel more intense and he doesn’t let up until you cum on his tongue as well.

”So fucking pretty when you cum.” Yoongi pushes his fingers back in and you let out a soft mewl at the overstimulation.

”Shh, my love. It will feel good in a moment I promise.” You’re thankful that he doesn’t move the digits in your sensitive pussy, he starts to kiss a line up your inner thighs, kissing your mound and hipbone before he latches his mouth to your clit without warning. The demon moans a devilish grin is plastered on his face when you beg him to stop but he’s too far gone to realise what you’re saying.

”Take off my pants baby. I’m not leaving this pussy until you’re full of my cum.” Your groan reverberates on the tile walls when he begins moving his fingers in and out at a slow pace.

Your hands are shaking as you attempt to pull his pants down but you manage to work it down until it pools around his ankles. You give his erect cock a slow pump once it’s free transferring the sticky precum all over his grith preparing him to enter your walls. His fingers never stop for a moment in your cunt even when his head falls back and moans. His whole body vibrated now that he got some attention.

Yoongi replaces his fingers with his thick cock. The demon made sure that your hole is never empty.

You’re lifted from the tub with his cock fully buried in your folds you can only hold onto him as he pushes you against the cold wall of the bathroom.

”It’s too much, please.” You take in a shaky exhale when Yoongi changes the angle, pushing the last remaining inch into your convulsing hole.

”I won’t move then. I’ll give you time to get used to me because I’m not planning to leave anytime soon.”

You gasp when he pulls away from the wall. You rest your head in the crook of his neck with your eyes closed to prevent feeling dizzy as he moves around. You hear the door opening and feel his weight shift under you. Your legs rest on either side of his hips. The new position makes you sink down on his big cock even more but true to his words Yoongi doesn’t move. Even though you feel his dick twitch inside you when your cunt tightens around the tight fit.

”Look at that. Your cum is soaking the couch under us. You’re so wet I bet I could slide in and out of you so easily now.” Yoongi holds you with a hand placed on the centre of your back, making you join him and look at the mess between your legs.

Your eyes are heavily lidded but close on their own accord after he rubs your clit, the feeling is painfully delicious that you arch your back and push your boobs into Yoongi’s chest obscuring his view of where you two are joined. It feels like you’re drunk there’s nothing coherent left in you after you push through the overstimulation and crave for another release.

”You c-can move now.” You wriggle in his lap swallowing the tiny moans Yoongi lets out, you just feel too good around him. He wants to stay inside your cunt forever if you let him. He’s pushing your limits and he knows that you can’t handle much more so he starts moving, bouncing you on his lap with ease.

The obscene sounds are filling both of your ears as he fucks your cum soaked cunt. He knows how to angle his hips to hit your sweet spot so you’re easily thrown over the edge for the last time before he chases after his own end.

His thrusts become frantic as he gets high on the feel of your walls sucking him in and releasing around his throbbing length.

You can feel every vein and ridge of his raw cock ramming into you, there’s nothing between you and him as he fucks you till he paints your pretty pink pussy with his white cum.

He doesn’t stop until his seed is pushed all inside. Yoongi hugs your sweat soaked body close to his chest. You’re too far gone to feel his lips place a sweet kiss on the crown of your head as a silent goodnight.

Yoongi placed you on your bed gently whilst you were in deep sleep. He cleaned you and cuddled close to your unconscious body. Preventing your dreams to turn into nightmares Yoongi has the cure for your sleep deprivation.

[joyfulhopelox]

Grapes of Wrath | KSJ Teaser

Pairing: Ghost!Seokjin x reader (supernatural)

Genre: romance, smut, darker themes

Warnings: sensory play (includes wax play), bdsm themes (choking, spanking, rope play, angry sex, biting, orgasm denial, edging), fingering, oral (both), dom!Jin

Sin: Wrath

Summary: Blood runs thicker than water, but when the ghost in your newly inherited apartment decides he’s had enough of you and your lineage, you find yourself at his mercy. Seokjin not only haunts your apartment but also your dreams, and you’ve woken up soaking wet in the middle of the night more than once. Despite his wish for revenge, you find yourself not wanting to escape his clutches.

Word count: Teaser 1k, fic: I am not going estimate anymore but I assume somewhere around 10k (famous last words)?

rating : 18+

FULL FIC HERE

A/N: This is my teaser for the collab hosted by @yutasgalaxy @sugasbabiie and @thebiasrekkers Seven Deadly Sins. Check out the collab and everyone's amazing work. As per usual thank you my shadow beta @notyouroppar 💜 last month has been a long one, this was planned for end of Oct, then life had other plans for me :( but it’s soon to be released so I am excited!

Copyrights @joyfulhopelox for both the work and the banner

Taglist: @bringmetheksj (taglist is open, let me know if you want to be added)

As always please leave feedback and/or talk to me as i love to hear from you! Enjoy <3

Sᴏɴɢ: I sᴇᴇ Rᴇᴅ - Eᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴀɴ Oᴜᴛʟᴀᴡ

“Hello?” Calling out, you reached the doorway. Nothing was amiss except the lack of people or a doorstop that could hold the door open in such a way. Hand cautiously reaching out to touch the darkened wood you checked the hinges, the springs. Knowing they should have closed the door on their own, and not being able to feel the breeze anymore, you sucked in a deep breath and took a step back, your eyes widening. It was impossible for the door to stay like that, what was holding it open?

The thought of something supernatural made you scoff, you weren’t a believer, regardless of your family’s past. Not wanting to believe that anything but a fault in the mechanism could have caused the door to open and stay like that, you stepped out into the corridor.

The feeling of being submerged under water overtook your senses. You couldn’t breathe, speak or hear, everything felt muted. You shivered, the coldness making your nerves on edge. Unable to move, your limbs felt like lead, spots of white dotted your vision and you found it hard to focus on anything but your clenching stomach. You tried to call out, desperate for air, but you realised soon that your throat was constricted; your airway clenched as if someone’s hand was slowly closing over it, squeezing it like a wet rag.

With the familiar feeling of a panic attack making its way up your spine and the splotches of black painting the corner of your vision, you knew you wouldn’t last long. Eyes darting along the corridor searching for something to help, they settled on the far end of the corridor where you spotted the men bringing up your couch. Upon hearing them shout instructions at each other you almost sighed in relief before attempting to call out to them– nothing but a gargle to your ears which didn’t manage to get their attention.

Panicked you willed yourself to move, to try to get at least one foot out of the door, your brain somehow knowing that whatever was immobilising you had a direct link to it. The movers were getting closer and closer to you and you felt your knees shake underneath you. They didn’t seem to notice you as the man facing your way looked at you, you noticed his eyes glazed over, as if…as if he was looking through you.

Desperately your eyes darted back towards the apartment, hoping to find something that could aid you. The sight that greeted you made you pause. The man sitting in the middle of your open lounge, casually leaning against a stack of boxes, his tousled black hair covering his forehead in soft waves, framing his deep onyx eyes. Eyes that were trained on you, a smirk pulling at his plush lips, something dark painted on his soft features. If you would’ve gasped if you could. He looked ethereal, alabaster skin almost glowing in the artificial lights bathing the room, yet his presence exuded darkness and danger. Still smirking at you he pushed himself off of the stack of boxes, eyes locked on yours as he languidly licked his lips.

“It isn’t nice when you’re not able to move is it?” He never opened his mouth, his lips still trained in a mischievous smirk, but somehow you knew that the smooth soft voice belonged to him. Gulping with difficulty you went to open your mouth, forgetting for one second you were restrained. “Nuh uh,” the tut echoing through your head was followed by an airy laugh. It would’ve sounded beautiful if not for the dark tone seeping through it like ink blotting on a piece of paper. “Good try puppet, but you can’t. Not yet. Not until I’m through with you.” His voice promised a dreary ending and your spine stiffened as you shivered.

Taking a few steps towards you, his face dropped into an unemotional mask – long gone was his smirk and you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was. Smirk gone you could easily drink in his almond eyes, and his smooth skin so white it made it seem like the light was passing straight through it. You felt entranced as you followed every step he took towards you. His movements were smooth and natural yet there seemed to be a trail behind his movements, as if he was too fast for your eyes to catch. It made him seem so fluid that it almost transcended reality. Unknowingly, you let a whimper escape as he got closer and if you’d blinked you would’ve missed the way his face morphed into a snarl.

“You don’t get to play victim here Y/N.” This time his mouth moved with the words making your heart clench at the ominous tone in his voice. “You have sins to pay for.” He was closer - so close that you could see the lashes framing his eyes. You couldn’t move your body so instead you tried to turn your head away. Almost crying in relief when you found that you could, you closed your eyes. forcing the tears that gathered at the corner of your eyes to trail onto your cheeks, your mind pleading for this to end.

“Ah, little Y/N is scared, good. You can pray however much you want. There is no escape.” In hindsight, you should have never turned your face away from him. You’d hoped that if you didn’t see him, he would disappear like a figment of your imagination. When you felt the cold brush of something against your neck you gasped wanting to look back but finding that you were completely trapped. “You’re now in my territory.” The coldness wrapped around your neck. It felt as if you’d put on a choker that was left in the fridge for too long; it clung to your skin, it burnt.

“Good luck.” The tight feeling around your neck felt suffocating and it took you a second to realise that it wasn’t ice, the imprint of it tightening on your skin felt like fingers – he was choking you. Before you could react, the feeling of being trapped underwater and the heaviness in your limbs let up, and your ability to breathe returned. A strong breeze passed through you, almost knocking you over. At the same time the lights down the corridor fizzed and flickered. The unexpected sound of them exploding made you jump, the loud crash causing your knees to buckle, and you lowered yourself to the ground. With half of the lights in your apartment gone you could barely make out the end of the corridor, but you didn’t need to see to know that he was there. And he was waiting. Seokjin.

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

[thebiasrekkers]

Star of Fate [Vampire!VIXX]

Plot: The longer you stare into darkness, the more  you realize that something could be staring back. Even more so when that  darkness doesn’t want to be brought into the light and will do anything  to stay that way.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Vampire!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: OT6 VIXX x OC(s)

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || Admin L’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2042

AO3 | WP

Tag List: @tanithrea​

© thebiasrekkers (Admin L). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

Chapter 9- Majesty

All the stars and galaxies address me as your majesty So better say your majesty, I might react erratically Throw you in a fire, purify you I'm the sire, my empire's on the rise

Once again, Lucky woke up in an unfamiliar bed but this one was different than the one she had previously woken up in. It was less fancy but still drastically luxurious than whatever she had known. The bed was still that impossibly soft material that she almost didn’t want to get out of with a few huge pillows. Her green eyes opened, trying to focus without her glasses but she could distinctly tell the color of gold that was looking at her. 

She paused for a moment, letting some of the memories come back to her before drawing in breath and scrambling up. A huge hand slapped itself on her mouth before the scream erupted while the other hand clasped the back of her head to keep her in place. Hands scrabbled at the confines but they were ignored as loud shushes came from the man holding her.

“Hey hey! It’s me, Hyuk… remember? I was the one that saved you from those assholes? Look, if I let you go, will you promise not to scream? Ken and Leo are still sleeping while our master is in a bad mood. Hongbin and Ravi were too shy to let you sleep in their beds so I gave you my bed for the night.. or day.”

Lucky had to think for a moment, the name sounding familiar to her. She finally put a face to the name as she remembered the baby faced being that took care of the two guys that killed the man. She nodded slowly and inch by inch, his hand left her mouth as if he was scared she would scream regardless. Grinning, he quickly plucked up her glasses and gave them to her before leaning in to take a whiff of her hair. 

Alarmed, she reared back away from him. Hyuk raised his hands up defensively and to let her know that he meant no harm, just barely containing himself with her there on the bed. 

“Sorry. I couldn’t help myself. I’m still learning a lot of things when it comes to the whole vampire thing and it doesn’t help that you smell… really good. I don’t know why. Most humans have a stale smell to me. You smell like tangy flowers. It kinda sets my teeth on edge but in a delicious way.”

“I’m sorry.. Did you say vampire?”

The analogy about her smell aside, Lucky’s only thought was the fact that he had mentioned vampires which reminded her of when she was in the police station. So it wasn’t a dream, she realized with cold dread down the entirety of her spine. Hyuk nodded as if he knew what she was thinking, smiling before leaning in closer. She watched as the canines slid out like he was doing nothing but breathing. Before she knew it, she had edged to the side of the bed and when chomped playfully is when she fell right off the thing. Once again, she landed on the floor with a mighty thump and that prompted Hyuk to speed right on over to her. He picked her up, literally right up off the floor like she had weight nothing at all. 

Squirming in his grasp, Lucky tried to get him to put her down since all she needed was a hand to get up. That and she didn’t want to be too close to the fangs that were still extended. A rush and the quick opening of a door could be heard, revealing the droopy eyed vampire she met last night. 

“Oh hey! I--”

“What are you doing Hyuk?! He literally just told us not to feed from her, no matter how good she smells! What’s wrong with you? I can practically hear her screaming!”

Thus started the tug of war between Hyuk and the one whom yelled at Hyuk to stop. He had one of Lucky’s legs in his grasp while Hyuk had her upper body, the both of them bickering back and forth about what was going on. The noise soon grew and attracted the interest of another one. She realized that it was the one she accidentally hit, with the owl eyes. He came around, an annoyed look on his face as his owl-like eyes took in what was going on. 

“You know that Ken and Leo are up now because of you guys..” He leaned against the door frame, lazily eyeballing the area. The vampires both stopped what they were doing, frozen to the spot. Eventually she kicked him in the knee, which prompted him to let her go. The tug of war episode was a welcome distraction despite what all that had transpired but the feeling of danger still didn’t subside, no matter how many times they insisted that she was safe with them. 

And it didn’t help that she was constantly being chomped at or placed into dangerous situations when with them.

After going downstairs to see the rest of them, Lucky could still remember how close they got as she looked at them. She frowned as she got closer to the main floor, however she still stood way off to the side as a precaution against the rest of them. After all, she still didn’t know why she was there and what was going on.   

She walked towards the living area, where there was a huge chair she didn't notice before. Lucky was met at the bottom of the stairs by two vampires that were familiar. They introduced themselves formally as Ravi and Ken. Lucky eyeballed Ken because she still remembered when he went berserk. He gave a wide smile at her, knowing what she was thinking. Ravi leaned over and poked him, shaking his head at the other. Ravi gave her a kind look, as if he was asking for her to forgive them. Lucky looked around the room, thankful that during all that mess–her glasses weren’t broken. 

She noticed two more vampires, one being her savior from the police and the other that she hit. Ravi bent down to her ear, making her jump and introduced them as Hongbin and Leo.

“I believe we can all speak normally with that human around.” Hongbin sneered at them. “I hope the Prince gets rid of her, she’s done enough–”

He didn’t get to finish when Hyuk suddenly appeared in Hongbin’s face, seething. Lucky could see that he was angry as those words and honestly– she was too. She didn’t even want to be in this house with them, knowing she did nothing wrong. Before they could start fighting, a hum could be felt like someone had struck a chord on a guitar. It made the rest of them stand up straight and the hairs on her arms stand up. Leo and Ravi moved to stand next to the chair while the other two, Hongbin and Ken were standing behind her. As Hyuk started to move, his body seemed to go rigid and march directly in front of the chair, kneeling. 

Lucky was about to go to him when another vampire came in. All of them saluted him as he walked in, graceful and menacing. He had almost golden skin, a bit darker than Ravi and his clothes complimented his skin. The black and red robes he had on almost made him look like he was gliding. Once he sat down, he looked at her–and smirked.

Hyuk’s face suddenly fell to the ground, causing him to give a start of surprise.That kind of extreme bow was pushing his face into the floor. He grunted as he tried to resist it but he could not move.

“I–I’m sorry but please don’t kill her! She’s my friend!” Hyuk begged from the floor, unable to get up no matter how hard he tried. “I’ll take full responsibility! Please!”

Lucky could hear Hongbin scoff at his words and before she realized it, she had marched over to Hyuk and tried to pull him back up. She tried with all her might but she couldn’t even get him to budge. A fire burned in her eyes as she glared at them all for not helping, Ravi looking away guiltily but the rest were stone still.

“And what would they do when they know he’s being punished? After all–” The leader stood up from his throne, the robes settling into place as he started to approach her, “Sanghyuk let a human into our world, almost blew the masquerade and he gave her blood to heal.” 

He was directly in front of her face, bending down a bit because of her height. His golden eyes were in slits as he stared at her. Lucky was a bit taken aback by him, the soft voice coming from him but she returned the stare. He stood there for a few minutes, making her eyes water from the staring contest but he stood up and started to walk in a circle around her. His fingers plucked at the shirt she had on, the one Lucky had borrowed from Hyuk right before coming down.

“Lucky for you, there are circumstances that have my attention and you have landed yourself in the thick of it. Nevertheless, Sanghyuk must be punished because these deeds have been made to light.”

“Hyung.. Most of them were not caused by him-” Ravi attempted to say but suddenly he dropped to one knee with the force that would have broken his knees.

“Be glad that I’m not doing more..Wonsik. Not even killing this interesting human.” His hand brushed against her check, moving some of her hair but she didn’t move. He walked to the chair again and sat, his long fingers steeping in thought. A beep broke though the silence and Hongbin grabbed his phone, scrolling through something, Lucky noticed that all of them were suddenly focused on the vampire and when he looked up, he nodded. The leader started to chuckle before turning his attention back to Lucky.

“Well, then. It seems you really are fated to help us.” He remarked, turning his head to look at Ravi. He kept his gaze down and was still kneeling on the floor. The leader looked back and smiled, one that Lucky didn’t trust at all. “I have a proposition for you. You can take it or we will remove your memories properly. The alternative to that is death.”

“How do I know that you’re not going to go back on this? I don’t know you and as far as I knew, you never existed before today.” Lucky scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. He smiled even wider before appearing in front of her face again. He grabbed her by the jaw and lifted her up, her legs dangling. She ended up biting her tongue as that happened, the blood dribbling out of her mouth.

“I don’t have the patience to toy with you as some would. It offends me that you would cast me in the same mold as those other heathens that kidnapped you.” Dropping her, he leaned down to wipe that blood away –still smiling. “Oh yes, I know of everything that has happened to you these last few days. That is why I am offering you this, for protection.”

“You mean for another blood bag?”

“Well I won’t deny that you will have some use to me but that will be explained in the paperwork. As for now, you’re given leave of here. Try not to waste this chance.”

A pair of arms wrapped themselves gently around her and Lucky could feel herself becoming sleepy. She could hear talking but the muffled sound was growing dim along with her vision. As she succumbed to the darkness and was carried out by Ravi with Ken following, Hyuk popped up and thanked the leader, scurrying out. 

Leo came up to him as well as Hongbin with concern in their eyes. He waved them off and soon was left alone in the room. He reached up and licked the blood off his hand, almost shivering as he did so. He had to use all his willpower not to give chase but instead he sat down, looking at his hand in wonder.

“Hakyeon, what have you gotten into this time?”

[ggukkiereads]

Hi. I was wondering if you could recommend some Jimin angst fics. Thanks! Love your work 💜

🌷 Thank you, Anon! Though I don’t know if I did anything considered “work”, I just read and help share these gems. All the credits go to these writers 😁

Okay, for Jimin angst...I posted some here. It's not everything, but the themes are not exclusive so you can read the E2L or smutty ones and they'd still have angst (like Unholy Cock-Up has angsty vibes in the end). I also posted authors you can check that have good Jimin fics in their catalog (just check the tags for angst).

Additionally, please see these reading collections, infidelity & hanahaki, and try the fics with or feat. Jimin. You can always check the masterpost here and see if there are fics per list that appeal to you

Jimin Angst

🌷 Fics that are not included in any of the list yet (but I feel like I’m still missing some fics):

About Time @yoonia - (20/?) jungkook x reader x jimin, time slip au (also try Never Falling & Over Again)

Chanson d'amour @ephemeralkookie - idol au, friends to lovers to ex-friend-ish, e2l-ish

Clockwork Dreams @bangtanboysboo - soulmate au, prepare tissues

Cry me a Galaxy @army-author - angel jimin 😢

Even So @itsamejin - soulmate, idol au

Eternal Sunlight @kidguk - soulmate au (I feel like I’ve recommended every fic of this author at this point 😂. I really love this)

Epiphany @mygsii - soulmate au

Future Hearts (ongoing) @jungblue - (7/?) feat punk!Jungkook

If We Were a Movie @kimvtae - fwb!au. jimin gets a girlfriend 😢

I'll Never Be Her @anon-luv - (6/6)ugh, please listen to the suggested playlist for maximum experience. This is Jimin still pining for his ex. Uhm, the ending...

La Grande Maison: A Mystery in Three Acts @softyoongiionly - mystery/thriller, feat BTS

Labyrinth @scriptaed - (41/41) Gang AU. This is being reposted by author 😍 I don't think I've finished this since my fanfic reading was on and off before. So read with me! 🥰 (also, try their other fics like Paper Hearts which is Jungkook x R x Jimin) and Star-crossed.

Less of You + Vintage @kimnjss - social media au (smau). fratboy!jimin x dancer. ugh, I just remember everyone screaming and getting mad on my feed during its run (fun angsty times lol)

My Lie For You @/armyauthor - (3/3) bestfriend au. another author whose catalog I binged on

Presage @eleventoes - clairvoyant au

Tell Me of an Eternity: Spring @thedefinitionofbts - fantasy au. I love author's fics and writing style.

The Parting @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong - (13/13) Supernatural au. Reaper!OC. Florist!Jimin (I don't think there's a story of theirs I didn't like).

Waltz Between Us @inktae - fantasy au, Christmas

Touched by a Fallen Star @cutaepatootie - Prince Jimin, star-crossed, mystery surrounding OC’s identity, fantasy  

Lavender Hues @/inktae - a big fan of author so I'm just recommending everything lol

Breathe @thebiasrekkers - (2/2) time slip au, modern fantasy

Even if We Survive @ddaenysus - (2/?) Hunger Games. Enemies to Lovers.

The Promised Iris @akinnie75 - (2/2) soulmate au, fantasy (okay I realized soulmate au Jimin is very angsty huh)

I am currently binge-reading their fics! I think the concept they have per fic is interesting. I like this story too. 😊

Novocaine @kinktae - (2/?) this is part of the Rewind Series! 90s au. Exes au.

Facade + Catharsis + Saudade @youmakemebacon - Jimin | series 7/7 + drabbles | arranged but divorcing 

Blue Side by hoseokiehope - something I read on tumblr before author deactivated. Still on AO3 😊. Ghost AU.

I am also reading this Tatemae series by @99liners which is more of angsty smut and I find the stories intriguing. 

Fics are not mine, credits go to all the writers. Thank you for these fics 😍.

Please reblog and share these fics 💜

*updated 2021Feb18! I suddenly remembered a fic I’ve read that’s really angsty

[untaemedqueen]

All of these recommendations come from the heart, they’re all phenomenal pieces of writing and on top of that the writers are amazing people as well. Check out their blogs and all their fics. These are just personal faves of mine.

A- Angst | F- Fluff | S- Smut | C- Crack

picking flowers - @jamaisjoons​ | A/F/S

Sooooooooo fucking good, everything about this piece has my heart soaring on every level.

Dumbo - @cinnaminsvga​ | C/S

The way I fucking cackled while reading this is truly absurd, honestly so good. Also, cream of the crop fucking fantastic sexy bits. 

Creep - @xjoonchildx​ | S

Soooooo good, it was a fic that lurched into my heart cause damn bitches be crazy but also like... yes. Fucking awesome

Homecoming - @taetaesbaebaepsae​ | S/F

First of all! This had me sweating, crying, screaming....etc... I loved everything about this KTHxJJKxY/N mpf, amazing. That’s it. That’s the tweet.

Smitten - @megahwn​ | F/S

So amazing! JK is peak in this fic. The writing is amazing, the smut had me sweating. We’re fucking here for it. 

Play Hard - @honeymoonjin​ | S

Dom!Jin. That’s it. That’s the tweet. But no, seriously, this was fucking perfection. I was sweating, crying, creaming... You guys get me. Sora fucking killed me with this one

Take Me To Church - @illneverrecover​ | S/F

This was amazing mafia!jk, everything we need in life. Smut was so fucking good. Writing was amazing. I lived for IT!

Everything In You - @jjungkookislife​ | F|S

UGH! This is so amazing! Everything about this is fucking awesome. Puts me in the feels, and in the mood. The writing is top notch. Everything about this is pure gold!

Indulgence - @ppersonna​ | S/F

Baby girl Lindy cracking out the hard hitting fics. This was fucking incredible, had me fucking sweating. If JK did my dishes everyday.... say no fucking more. Life would imitate art. Lindy’s art to be exact.

Arrested - @ladyartemesia​ | A/F/S

Vi always makes me swoon. This was a piece of wooooork right here. I loved everything about it! So fucking good!

Smooth Sailing - @jeonsfilter​ | F/S

Put me on a boat w JJK I stg. This was soooooo good. It was so sweet and so dirty and everything was a chefs kiss. I love this fic.

Heartstrings - @peekaboongi​ | F/S

this was amazing!!!!!! Had my heart clenching for Chim but also sweatin when we got to the juicy bits. The writing is so great and I love it. That’s it. That’s the tweet.

Baby - @mygsii​ | F/S

JUNG HOSEOK! HONESTLY. This is everything! Okay? So perfectly sweet and so perfectly smutty. Everything is tied together so nice like a present w a bow. I loved this fic!

Horror Movies - @youarejesting​ | F

So fucking cute! Tae definitely had my heart singing with this one. It’s perfect and adorable and the ending makes me sweat! Love it!

Breathe: Hope In Isolation - @thebiasrekkers​ | A/F

OH MY GOD! This fic had me feeling every single feel there could possibly be! It’s beautifully written and a great read! I love this fic!

Run Little Rabbit - @readyplayerhobi​ | S/A/F

FUUUUUUUCK! Werewolf!Hoseok had me crazy. It’s a trilogy and a great one at that. Everything about it is phenomenal and gets me sweating! So fucking amazing!!!!!

Sore Loser - @kingsuckjin​ | S/F

KIM TAEHYUNG! This was fucking gold! Okay? I loved every second of reading it and it’s a great piece of writing! Had me sweating and crying and heaving! God this was a good fic

(Sugar Plum) Fair Lights - @softyoongiionly​ | S/F

FIRST OF ALL! YOONGI! This fic is honestly so fucking incredible! Mkay? Aqua knocks it out of the park every fucking time. This was INCREDIBLE! If you haven’t read Fear and Dumplings, YOU FUCKING NEED TO. That’s it. That’s the tweet. Had me SWEATING. 

Ripped Jeans - @kookiesjoonies​ | S

Alex had me fuckin choking with this one, dude! SO AMAZING! I’m still screaming just thinking about it! GO READ IT!

Miss Communication - @dovechim​ | S

ADDIE ALWAYS KILLS ME W FICS. This is fucking amazing Joon and JK honestly had me doing all the normal things, sweating, crying, screaming.... u get it. Honestly. So fucking good. I’m in LOVE with this fic

More will be added as many people continuously make me sweat!

[bangtanscenery]

April Showers Masterlist

Winter moves into spring, but the chill still sits at your nose. Come April, and the chill may still be there, rain greeting you in showers that feed little seedlings. Will those flowers grow?

Introducing the first part of our two-part collaborative project: April Showers Bring May Flowers.

Below the cut, you’ll find stories that’ll bring your showers upon you, written by an amazing group of artists. Be sure to also check out our May Flowers Masterlist!

BOY IN LUV

Seokjin is the crush of your entire school. He won the Prom King award six times, and he wasn’t even in high school the first two times. Everyone loves him. But you’re his neighbor, and you’ve seen his worst. You don’t like him.

written by @heyitsmeee2​​ ~ READ HERE

PLEASE DON’T GO

You and Jin were partners in the Police force, and soon became romantic with each other. After investigating a murder you are gunned down during an on foot pursuit. Not knowing if you will pull through, Jin stays by your side in the hospital, not knowing if he will ever get an answer to questions left unsaid.

written by @boywivlove​​ ~ READ HERE

KNUCKLEHEADS

When you refuse to take care of yourself, you’re accepting that the consequences may vary. Or Kendall and Yoongi can’t seem to find a balance within their work and it’s doing more damage than they think.

written by @randomkoalablog​​ ~ READ HERE

PHANTOM

“It’s your papa and mama’s song.”

written by @bangtiddies​​ ~ READ HERE

AMARYLLIS

The year is 1170 AD in the kingdom of Goryeo. Nestled in a quiet corner of their world, two people are drawn together and love blossoms in their hearts. However, as tensions begin to rise between their nations, they are unwillingly pulled into the conflict. Their determination to overcome all odds becomes the nail needed for Fate to hammer into their coffins.

written by @thebiasrekkers​​ (Admin E) ~ READ HERE

LOVE ON BORROWED TIME

Dating Hoseok for the past year had been the best time of your life so far. Your soulmate took care of you, surprised you and made you feel so loved. So why can’t you feel happy when he proposed to you this warm spring day?

written by @namluve​​ ~ READ HERE

PIECES OF YOU

Spring patched up old wounds with its warm breezes and flowers blooming everywhere in sight. It slowly introduced summer, as an old friend, ready to greet Hoseok with nostalgic memories of his childhood and wrap him up in an embrace full of new adventures. Then came fall with it’s cold winds and abrupt endings, disguised in a cloak full of mesmerising colors and sights.

Lastly came winter, stripping everyone of joy and warmth, leaving its traces all over the skin. Ruthless, merciless — it marked a new beginning of endings.

written by @yoongified​​ ~ READ HERE

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Your roommate and long-time one-sided crush disappears one morning, leaving behind only a post-it note stating two things: 

1. He’s off to finally meet the love of his life whom he met on the internet, might take the whole summer;  2. The name of his friend that will be sub-renting while he’s gone, don’t worry it’s all taken care of; 

written by @joonsrack​​ ~ READ HERE

SLEEP ALONE

The timer on your wrist is ticking away until the moment you get to meet your soulmate. You often spend time daydreaming about your him. The time remaining on the timer has fluctuated throughout your life. Each big decision you or your soulmate makes can have an affect on the timer. A week before you finally get to meet, the timer gets extended by an additional forty years.

written by @spicykoreantatertots​​ ~ READ HERE

TEARS OF ANDROMEDA

Namjoon loves you. You are the sun to his moon. It’s been this way since you were young. But your oblivious nature is only apart of your charm. When he’s finally ready to confess to you? You’re already taken. Broken-hearted he goes to your favorite spot. For the first time he allows himself to cry. Then he hears it - like the liquid tinkling of tiny bells. The subtle glow of stars falling from his eyes starts the countdown.

written by @thebiasrekkers​​ (Admin T) ~ READ HERE

BREATHE

For as long as Jimin can remember, the house is all he’s ever known. His only companion, a calico cat. Neither of them age as the house pulls them through time and space. He can neither interact with people nor stray far from the house. He is cursed to watch the world pass by every year and never be a part of it. But one day, someone not only is able to see the house, but they can finally see him as well.

written by @thebiasrekkers​​ (Admin E) ~ READ HERE

SHADOW OF YOU

Ever since from a young age, you had discovered you had a special gift. You could see ghosts. Most of the time, you avoided them. You had learned from your grandmother that it was best to steer away from their unfinished businesses. One day, you meet Park Jimin, a sad ghost who finds comfort in you.

written by @httpangelicjimin​​ ~ READ HERE

WHEN A LOTUS BLOOMS

Jimin has the perfect life, a beautiful wife and a baby on the way, everything is perfect - that is, until it all comes crashing down around him. She was supposed to be his forever, the one he grew old with, the one who loved him endlessly; now she wasn’t. He’s broken, turning his back on his friends and hiding in the now too-big house, angry at whoever is in the sky for destroying his life. The only happiness in his life is his daughter, everything he does is for her, so when a promotion at work opens up, he has to take it, meaning longer hours and no more working from home. How will he handle not seeing the only happiness he has?

written by @seokjinssymphony​​ ~ READ HERE

THE COLORS WITHIN

A brush and canvas were all he needed in life, they gave him wealth, fame and glory - what more could a man want? Suddenly, an accident takes away the most important thing to him; his eyes. His life is suddenly dark, no end in sight, and his fame and wealth fades into nothing. Taehyung is just a hasbeen - a nobody, his family and friends left him in the dust to traverse his way through the shadows alone. He meets new friends, ones who don’t care for labels or society, ones who accept him and his flaws. Taehyung learns there is more to life than just money and status, he learns how to feel again and how to care for others. His blindness is no longer a curse, but a new beginning.  

written by @seokjinssymphony​​ ~ READ HERE

THIS IS NOT A LOVE SONG

Taehyung got so lost in his own world that he didn’t realise he broke the one person who put him back together

written by @bts-poetry​​ ~ READ HERE

BLACK INK

Left reeling from a toxic relationship, your life is falling to pieces. You want to forget him, but you can’t with his name inked your skin - and your heart.

written by @shadowsremedy​​ ~ READ HERE

BROKEN DREAMS

the writing on your wrist told you he wasn’t the one, his first words towards you were not even close to that of your soulmate’s. so why was he all you could think about?

written by @ddaenysus​​ ~ READ HERE

A FAIRY TALE’S END

You wanted, for once, to be someone important, someone needed- to be wanted and appreciated, to love and be loved. Well, you should be careful what you wish for.

written by @bangtan-dreamland​​ ~ READ HERE

INFINITATEM VENATUS

The battle between Heaven and Hell is reaching it's peak. The line in the sand has been drawn. It's now time to pick a side. Every being whether human or supernatural knows what's at stake. There are certain souls that carry the weight of multiple lives - these souls will turn the tide in someone's favor. It's up to the angels to convince them to The Most High.  Or perhaps the seduction of The Infernal will cause them to fall?

Your soul is on the line. Will you stand with Heaven? Or will you fall into Hell?

written by @thebiasrekkers​​ (Admin T) ~ READ HERE

UNTIL THE LIGHT FADES

To them, Seokjin is a beacon of light, an ethereal being sent to take people out of the darkness. One day, Seokjin’s time runs out.

written by @bangtiddies​​ ~ READ HERE

[darknytemare]

Way To You

For the @btswriterscorner​ - Amor Fabula Launch Project in celebration of the month of Valentine’s Day!

Plot: Taehyung is happy with his life because that’s how he’s supposed to feel. He lives his life by routine to the minute. In the new world order, love is a dangerous emotion - and therefore illegal. That’s perfectly fine - until the lingering ‘dreams’ of a strange woman throw him out of sync. Mostly because that woman isn’t his wife.

Rating: M // NSFW

Genre: dystopian! au/dystopian themes | angst |  smut | fluff if you squint

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female OC (Tempest Estrellado)

Warnings: Strong language, interracial relationship, mentions of drugs, blood, main character injury, implied smut

Word Count: 2,886

AN: This hot mess has 3 parts. Please enjoy and thank you for loving all that we do © thebiasrekkers/darknytemare . All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

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“Can we stay like this forever?” She always asked him this after. Their bodies drying in a cool summer breeze through an open window. Their limbs tangled and he could feel her breath against the skin of his neck. The gentle rise and fall of her shoulders. Taehyung kept his eyes closed, living within the sounds and sensations around him. His fingers could trace the colony of goosebumps on her skin. He could smell the heat of her so close. The faint sweet, salty mix of their love lingered on his lips turning upward into a dreamy smile. The rumble of his laugh deep and sensual caused her to smile.

He could always remember her eyes - they were unique. Leonine. A golden-amber concoction, a genetic mutation that added something wild to the already fierce attitude within that petite form.

His mouth formed her name, but he could never hear it. She tilted her gaze to his face as his fingers slid along her jaw.

He’d always say something - it was something that he knew he shouldn’t be saying. But, they said it to each other. They said it freely.

Then there was always pain that seared his mind.

Then the alarm would ring and it would be forgotten again.

5:30 am.

Wake up.

5:45 am.

Shower.

6 am.

Coffee. Toast. Protein bar.

6:15 am

Run 4 miles.

7 am.

Shower again. Protein bar. Protein Shake.

7:15 am.

Lock the door.

7:55 am

Arrive at work. Clock in.

8 am.

To say that Taehyung was methodical was to point out the obvious. He always showed up minutes early to work, making sure the office was lit and inviting. As inviting as their line of work was, anyway. He stared at a stack of folders on his desk. They never seemed to shrink, these stacks. Names, faces, and pertinent information lined flimsy manila folders.

It was time to gather candidates to increase the population.

He sipped a cup of coffee as the voices began to filter into the office. Taehyung carried the stack of folders to the meeting room nearby. A presentation loaded as he stood in the corner.

“Good morning, everyone. We’ve compiled the candidates for this year.” Everyone settled in their seats.

He talked numbers and statistics for almost 3 hours.

“Any other questions?” The room was silent as the lights brightened. “Alright, you know what to do.” They all stood with a nod in his direction before they filed out of the room.

12 pm.

Lunch and coffee in his office.

5 pm.

Debriefing with The Council liaison.

7 pm.

Lock up and head home.

8 pm.

Late Dinner.

“Taehyung, dinner is in the oven. I have to report to R&D tonight.” A female voice spoke softly as he walked into his home.

“I suppose it cannot be helped. Do be careful, April. Things have been slightly tense in the riot zone.” He hung up his jacket as his ‘Wife’ slid hers on. She offered a slight smile as she grabbed her badge.

“Rest well, Taehyung.” A brief touch on his shoulder. Like a dear friend wishing another friend well.

10 pm.

Sleep.

“Taehyung! Seriously! You’re slow as molasses.” A voice taunted him, a petite figure outlined in front of him. He could feel himself licking his lips. An eagerness, an urgency to get his hands on her.

She was teasing him. She knew better than to tease him. He felt heat fire through his veins. The world was so bright and vibrant. There was the crash of water, the air salty like the...sea?

The ocean - the moon was full. Full like he hadn’t seen it in ages. When was the last time the sky looked like this?

He called her name and she turned around, her full lips tilted upward in a smile. She reached behind her back tugging at the string of a bikini top. Turning away from him as it fell down her arms. He heard a sound, like an animal nearby.

He realized it was him. He growled as the sight of skin glowing under the moonlight fueled him further. It was like time sped forward and he saw her face beneath him. Their bodies intertwined, her face scrunched in orgasmic bliss as she purred. He was losing his mind, he could swear he felt her around him.

The sound of the ocean was like a lullaby as their voices crescendoed and they cried out freely. She dug her fingers into his back and dragged them across his shoulder blades. He roared as he exploded inside of her.

Time went funny as they lay together, again, on the sands. Her face obscured as she leaned over him. She smiled down at him, saying something. She called him...something. The world began to fizzle as exhaustion washed over him.

“We could stay like this forever, querido.”

The pain was stronger this time.

5:31 am

Turn the alarm off.

Taehyung clawed at the throbbing pain in his skull. He stumbled to the bathroom, reaching for the vitamins April reminded him constantly not to forget. He swallowed them down with a glass of water.

He winced as the pain throbbed behind his eye. His hands gripped the sink until his knuckles were white.

It took ten minutes for the pain to subside.

Taehyung saw the reflection in the mirror and hardly recognized it. There were bags under bloodshot eyes. He splashed cold water on his face. He stripped down to jump into a hot spray of water. He stood there for fifteen minutes letting the water loosen his muscles.

“What the hell was that?”

Flashes of dreams kept creeping into his mind, the pain increased each time he tried to access them.

7:27 am

Hasty breakfast.

7:58 am

Barely makes it ‘early’.

8:05 am

Two cups of coffee as he grabs the stack of folders for today’s patients.

“Good morning, everyone. We’ve compiled the candidates for today.” Everyone settled in their seats.

There was a new face today. It was scary how all heads turned in her direction. She adjusted the glasses on her face as she stood.

“I’ll be working with your department as the liaison from the Medical Division starting today.” She approached Taehyung with a hand extended. “My name is Tempest Estrellado.”

She looked up at him ...leonine eyes. Taehyung’s brow twitched momentarily as he accepted her hand. “Ms. Estrellado, a pleasure. I look forward to our continued success.” He held her hand for one second more than he should have. “If you please take your seat?” She offered a curt nod before settling in her seat. Tae cleared his throat, clapped for the lights to dim.

Taehyung paced around the table slowly as he flipped between screens. Numbers, percentages, and her eyes are so bright even in the low light. He shook his head as he found himself staring at the top of her head.

The peek of collarbone caused his lips to part as two people spoke on some extra bit of information just made available. His thoughts suddenly wandered to the delicate fingers tapping on the keypad of her tablet.

“Mr. Kim…” Someone calling him had his gaze snapping upward. The young tech from R&D tilted her head. “...your thoughts, sir?”

“Ah, right. If we run into the same rabid sequences as last year? Protocol as normal unless we get clearance to combine genetic materials. It is still a curious matter for The Council if proper citizens can come from Rebel couplings.” He waved a hand moving toward the front of the room.

“Any other questions?” The room was silent as the lights brightened. “Alright, you know what to do.” They all stood with a nod in his direction before they filed out of the room.

1 pm

Lunch.

1:30 pm

“Mr. Kim.” A voice caused him to look up from his desk.

“Yes, Ms. Estrellado?” He wiped his mouth, cleared his hands and stood. An arm spread to offer her the seat in front of his desk.

She wore her hair in a ponytail, slicked back. Its length easily the middle of her back. She was petite - even for what he was used to. She was maybe 5’5 outside of the two-inch heels she wore, that is.

“...so I’m going to need a space to work. I hope you don’t mind?” She arched a brow as he shook his head again.

“Uh, n-no. That’s not a problem. The office next to me is quite large. I’ll have it ready for you tomorrow, should that suffice?” He maintained his professionalism as she offered that slight smile.

“Splendid.” She stood offering her hand once more. “I’ll be heading to collect my things - I’ll be here bright and early.”

They shook hands.

She left his office, and he found himself sagging against his desk.

The pain ringing like a bell in his ears.

Promise me, Taehyung. No matter what. Promise.

He shook his head violently as he settled back at his desk. It seemed like he stared at nothing until his phone rang.

“This is Mr. Kim.” A receptionist pleasantly announced his Wife calling.

“Taehyung.” April spoke, that pleasant friendly tone, “...are you alright?” His brow furrowed as she asked.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You didn’t eat your protein bar this morning. That’s unlike you.” He could detect the stirring of worry.

“Ah, I had a bit of a headache this morning.” He sighed quietly.

That worry seemed to turn into something...else. “Did you take your vitamins, Taehyung? You know how important it is for you to take your vitamins.”

There was something almost cold, ominous in her tone. His brow furrowed deeply as he answered her, making sure the hesitation was absent from his voice. “Of course, April. I took them immediately when I woke up. I was quite fine after a shower. I think I was just alarmed at the one minute tardy. I assure you, I’m fine.”

There was a long, thick silence before she spoke again. Her tone was light and friendly once more. “I’m sure it was jarring, Taehyung. Just let me know if you feel strange, alright?”

He forced himself to smile, so it filtered through into his voice. “Of course, April. I need to stay late tonight. We have a new colleague who’ll be using the empty office. I’d like to have it ready for her use.”

“Of course, Taeyung. You’re not the only ones busy. I will leave dinner for you. Have a good night, Taehyung.”

“Of course, April. You do the same.” The line goes dead but he still holds the phone aloft. It’s almost a full minute before he placed the handset onto its base. There was that bothersome echo in the back of his mind again.

It was exhaustion - wasn’t it?

10:37 pm

Nails on a chalkboard. That was the sound of the heavy furniture sliding across the floor. Tae had removed his jacket and dress shirt. His white t-shirt had slightly grayed from cleaning the other office. He worked quietly adjusting the office to spec. There was a certain placement for all of the furniture in the office. They all looked the same, even when facing different directions.

11: 32 pm

Taehyung grunted as he dropped a box onto the floor. He rotated his shoulder to work out the strange soreness. It was unusual for him to suffer such strains. “Mm, I didn’t have much to eat today.” He sighed. That conversation with April caused his brow to furrow. He glanced at his watch with a deeper sigh. He didn’t understand that sudden change in her demeanor. He didn’t understand why he felt the need to keep up appearances. There had been no reason to be dishonest with her.

She was his wife. She was also a medical researcher. She would have understood his symptoms, right? April would have offered some kind of solution, right?

Why am I thinking about this so hard? Taehyung pushed to stand. One more cup of coffee would give him the energy he needed to push through. That’s what he believed. The office was a strange place at night. There were a few occasions that warranted his presence in the office so late. He shouldered into the break room, pulling the fridge open in the darkness. The light seemed eerie as perfectly situated rows of water and milk lined the shelves. There were fruits and vegetables in the drawers. Small bags of freshly cooked proteins.

He reached for one of each, plus a bottle of water. He waited those few extra minutes to brew a small pot of coffee. His hand scrunched over the tops of the bags holding the food. The other held a hot cup of caffeine against his face.

1:48 am

Exhausted.

Taehyung was exhausted and he couldn’t explain why this sensation caused something to spark inside of him. He sprawled on the floor, making sure not to disturb the exact precision of his work. His eyes closed as he paid attention to the thundering in his ears. The tightness in his chest as he fought for more air.

Why did this interest him so? Why did it seem suddenly...familiar?

“I shouldn’t have had that extra coffee.” His voice was gruff as he drifted into sleep. Just a small nap, just a moment to close his eyes and rest.

The sky was bright, fiery - hot.

“Taehyung!” She called him her hand extended as he pulled himself up from the ground. “We have to get out of here.” Those leonine eyes were hard and filled with determination. He could feel his heart thundering in his chest.

The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth causing him to spit. The sound of gunfire echoed above their heads. They returned to fire on opposite sides hiding behind the shattered pieces of building near them.

“We have to make a run for it.” He told her. She frowned but hardened her gaze with a nod. They were sitting ducks this way. Taehyung reached out and grabbed her hand - there was a break in the fire. Then they ran - hard.

“We have to find a way to meet up with the resistance, Tae!” The female’s voice was loud over the sound of violence around them.

“We have to live through this first!” He growled pulling her in front of him as he spun around a corner. “Listen to me, we …” His hands framed a set of tiny shoulders, holding them firm. “...we need to split up.”

And as he anticipated, “No. NO! Fuck no, Tae! Tae that’s madness! We can’t!”

“LISTEN TO ME.” He shook her harder feeling his brow crease. He didn’t like it. He abhorred the idea of being away from her. But this new world order gave them no option. They had to find their way to the Rebels that would help them. “Please, I beg you. Please, we have to split here. I’ll draw their fire. You have to run. I promise you, I’ll find you.”

He hated it. He hated seeing those rare eyes filled with tears. He hated seeing that strength seep from her. “Please.” He framed her face as their foreheads touched. She grabbed his wrists squeezing her eyes shut.

“Don’t you die, Taehyung.” The female took a shuddering breath as her tears fell over his fingers. “Do you hear me? Don’t you fucking die. I will find you.” She dug half-moon indentations into his arm as their lips smashed together for the last time. He could feel his tears burning hot craters against his cheeks.

“Go ____..” He croaked as she sobbed quietly. She finally pulled away running toward a thicket of bushes. Taehyung felt himself hyperventilating as he held his weapon tight. He wanted to run after her. He wanted to scream for her to stay where she was. He swallowed his cowardice as he moved beyond the cover to open fire on the enemy.

I won’t die.

He pushed toward the open field, drawing their attention to him. Searing pain radiated on his left side, causing him to take a knee. The world was silent as the sky seemed to come to meet him - or he met it?

The weightlessness of the world was apparent as the blue of the sky filled his eyes. The fiery blast sent him, others, and debris hurtling to the sky. He heard the crack of his body as he landed on his spine.

The tears filled his eyes as the world crumbled around him. He made a promise. “I’m sorry…” Taehyung coughed blood in spurts as his world began to fade to black.

Taehyung. He could hear her voice even as his body pulled him into the darkness.

Taehyung, wake up! It was her. He was sure of it.

I want to go back to her. I want to go back to her!

Taehyung!

He sat up grabbing the arm that shook him from his slumber. His eyes wide as their close proximity gave them both pause. “T-Tempest?” There was worry etched across her face. He could feel her pulse racing under his hand.

They both glanced at their connected skin - and Taehyung saw the time.

7:52 am

[thebiasrekkers]

Dream of Red [2]

For the BTS Fabled Collaboration Project sponsored by @ksmutclub and @whipped-kpop-creators.

Plot: A vain and jealous Queen sets in motion a series of events that will force two lovers to face what they mean to each other.

Rating: 18+ // NSFW

Genre: established relationship | dark fantasy | angst | romance/fluff | smut | dark fable/fairy tale

Pairings: Wolf!Taehyung x OC [Red]

Featuring: BigBadWolf!Namjoon, Blacksmith!Yoongi/FormerSeelie!Yoongi, Unseelie!Jimin

Warnings: Blood, violence, wolf fight, minor character death, unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids), mentions of ‘claiming’, biting/marking, oral sex

Previous Part: Prequel

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 18.6k

AN: This work is by Admin E and Admin T - we are coming out the woodwork, ladies and gentleman. This is the second and final part to the main story/concept that was originally thought up. Admin E would like to blame the length on Admin T and Admin T will plead the fifth! Please enjoy!

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E & Admin T). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

The sun filtered through trees playing along the skin, kissing more color into the owner’s pores. He couldn’t help but marvel at the form close to him. She was so at home amongst the leaves and foliage. Their naked bodies were supported by loam and moss, as if the forest acted to help keep their secret.

Taehyung’s pupils were blown outward as the scent of her reached him again. Fortunately, his willpower won as he was simply content to be in her presence. How he wished he could have her this way at night. How would she look with the blessing of Luna dancing through her eyes? His gaze narrowed, breath still, as she turned to snuggle further into his chest. 

There was the self-satisfied smirk that barely lifted the corner of his mouth. “I wish I could let you sleep, little Red.” A grunt of dissatisfaction under the whisper before he placed a firm hand on her shoulder. “...but we know you have little time to return to your village.”

She kept sleeping as if they didn’t have a care in the world. Taehyung wished that was the case, “Red, you must wake now. The sun is high and you move too slow.” He knew the tease would rifle her enough to get her moving. 

The Wolf knew that he needed to play along - for now. Because it was the only way they could have their moments together.

A pout formed on her lips, the latter remark being the nudge needed to finally push her to being fully awake. She opened one umber eye and glared at him through her dark curls. “Who is slow?” Slowly, the other eye opened. “I know it is not me whom you speak of.”

Taehyung’s laugh rumbled in the air as he pushed an errant curl behind her ear. “Ah, she wakes at last.” A brow ticked upward as she glared at him. “Now, now - I cannot help that you have to keep up these airs around the town folk. Unfortunately, it does make you relatively slow.” He leaned down to brush his lips across her forehead. “We all have our shortcomings, little Red.” 

She huffed, unappreciative to his continued jabs on her speed. It was unfair, of course, seeing as how she was restricted to human movements. But that didn’t mean Taehyung would tease her less about it. Red shoved her hand in his face, pushing him away from her as she rolled over in the lush grass. Finally, she sat up, her dark tresses falling about her bare shoulders and back. Taehyung laughed softly, unable to take his eyes off every elegant curve that made up her entire being.

Red reached for her dress and began slipping her arms and head through the openings, refusing to say anything to him. She then snatched at the crimson mantle that apparently got blown a few feet away during their lovemaking. 

He still smiled, head braced on an upturned palm as she gave him the silent treatment. Taehyung’s hungry gaze lingered on every dip and dimple. He was so focused - that he didn’t realize he was growling. It was something akin to a chuff, a vocalization of low sound. Something he did right before he’d threaten to shred every piece of fabric from her body. “What I wouldn’t give to see you bathed in moonlight.” 

She laughed. It resembled that of a bell tinkling in the distance, reminding him that while Red was human - she wasn’t all human. There was that touch of Fae in her that lingered on the surface of her brown skin. It was that very same blood that allowed her to see him, touch him, and even converse with him in the manner they had for so many years now.

“That’s impossible,” she murmured, pulling the crimson mantle over her shoulders. Red continued to look away from him as a soft breeze threw her curls off to the side - further hiding her from his view. “You already know the reason why.”

“It won’t stop me from wanting it, Red.” He stood, pulling on his pants while she dropped that crimson cloak over her shoulders. He couldn’t help the bitter tone in his voice. The time didn’t matter to their kind, those touched by magicks and blessed by deities long thought gone; her scent on the breeze as her hair tousled on the wind. “I’ll always want that. I--” His teeth snapped shut as he gripped the shirt in his hands. “...I know why.” 

Humans. 

Humans were scared of things they didn’t understand. Humans and their fear of the unknown so lost from the old ways they couldn’t connect with the miracles around them. Taehyung shrugged into the shirt carelessly, buttons flying in his irritation. “We can leave, you know? We could just…” He didn’t finish - he wouldn’t finish that thought. 

Because they went through that once before - and it didn’t end well.

Her shoulders visibly stiffened at the suggestion. A handful of seconds and he watched them relax. It was a tender subject, one he tried not to bring to light repeatedly. He knew Red wasn’t ignorant to his concerns, his wishes - because they mirrored her own.

Finally, she twisted her upper body so that she was now facing him. Her umber tones gave away no secrets as she lifted her hands to reach for the hood of her cloak. Smiling, she slid the hood over her dark curls and he noticed that it was a smile that did not reach her eyes. 

“Greed is destructive, Tahyung,” Red said, her voice soft and heavy in the same breath, “it destroys everything.”

And no one knew that destruction better than him. So he tried hard to keep the vow made. Never would he put them - put her in that danger ever again. Longer fingers danced over her shoulders, his nostrils flaring against that crimson prison hiding her from him. “I’m sorry. Forget I said anything. A man in love who longs to love his person can say selfish things.” Taehyung molded himself against her back.

He could feel her breathing. He could smell the faint salt in the air. Red was trying not to cry. Instead, he heard her take another breath as her heartbeat rang in his ears. “Taehyung…”

“I know, one day, this will all be over for us—the secrecy.” This forest. This village. One day, it would be behind them. He held her tighter as if he wanted more than anything just to steal her away. It hurt his soul to let her go. “Until tomorrow.” Tae found his voice, willing himself to release her, to step back before the creature inside him gave in to the urge.

Red tilted her head forward slightly. “Until tomorrow.” 

Reaching down, she scooped up the small wicker basket and straightened her posture. He watched her gaze linger a moment longer before Red turned and walked away - disappearing into the thick, dense forest and being swallowed by the shadows within. 

Tae waited with bated breath until the sound of her footsteps no longer echoed in the air. He waited until she crossed that thin veil that kept them safe. He knew then that she was gone, and his world was cold again. He let out a long sigh as another sound, faint, tickled his ears. 

“You can stop hiding, Aithne.” He grumbled as a black cat with a fiery red patch on its chest lounged on a branch above him. You could swear the cait-sidhe was smiling. 

“Tsk, Tsk, Wolf. You surprise me. Surely I thought the two of you would have ensconced yourselves on the other side of the veil by now.” The feline seemed to admire its claws. “It’s almost time for the courts to change. And if I recall…” The cat tilted its head in Taehyung’s direction. 

The Wolf’s claws tore at the bark of the tree. “I know what it means, you nosy feline.” His head tilted up the length of the tree. “It’s not exactly an easy feat to manage as long as we have.” They held each other’s gaze in a long, heavy silence.

“Taehyung, the humans are becoming a nuisance. She becomes more and more radiant with each change of the season. They’re going to notice sooner or later that she is more than.” The creature spoke with an almost sibilant hiss. “The veil around the forest needs to be stronger and stronger each time you two are together.” Taehyung finally looked away, focusing on tucking his shirt into his pants. “Especially when you two are together.” 

“I know, Aithne! I know.” He tousled the dark, disheveled strands from his face. “I can’t…” His fingers dug into his waist, eyes closed, teeth grinding in his frustration. “I can’t just steal her away! Especially if they are catching on to her. That would put her in even more danger.” His brow furrowed as he looked up to the feline. “You know how close they came to stumbling into the land of Fae.” 

The cait-sidhe sighed as it stretched its hindquarters. “I know well, Wolf. There was a heavy toll paid to keep them away.” The feline hopped down, landing perfectly on its feet. The creature was nigh on three feet in height without its glamour. The dark green of its eyes seemed to glimmer with regret. 

The girl was too young at the time, and so was he. No one had heard of such a thing!  A halfling being a wolf’s mate. But humans were stupid, vapid things. Always willing to destroy something instead of trying to coexist. 

The cait-sidhe’s gaze fell to the forest floor. “Be careful, Taehyung. It’s not just the humans you need to watch out for this time.” 

The lines in Taehyung’s forehead deepened. 

The Summer Court was almost in session. Which meant that the Fae would be on the prowl on the human side. Red was well over the age to be swept away. But he knew what life would be like for a halfling in the most arrogant of the Court. It’s why her mother disappeared. No. Why her mother chose to turn her back on everything she’d ever known.

“Thank you, Aithne. I understand.” Taehyung tilted his head toward the direction of the trail Red used. 

“I hope you do, Taehyung.” The cait-sidhe turned in that direction as well. “For all of our sakes.” 

Red sighed, her heart heavy with some unnamable feeling. She couldn’t call it sadness. She wouldn’t dare label it as longing. Perhaps it was remorse. Part of her was both sincere and full of guile, all in the same instance. It was inescapable. Her life was full of intricately woven lies, both for safety and selfishness. Some lies were harmless, and others should tear many hearts asunder should they ever come to light. Her own would not be exempt.

“Little Red!”

Her brooding thoughts were immediately knocked from her head momentarily. Looking around, she spied the village baker, Victor, waving her down. Smiling, she approached him as he held out a bundle wrapped in hempen cloth. Just as she was about to fish out some coin from within her basket, the baker shook his head and placed a hand atop the basket’s handle.

“Your mother has already paid for the goods, Red,” he said while smiling, “I was just a little busier than normal this morning, so I had no bread ready to give when she happened upon me. I promised to have it delivered later.”

Red smiled as she removed her hand from the basket. “Then I suppose it is good fortune that I happened to return to the village when I did.”

Was it luck that she was always at the right place and at the right time? Perhaps. Or perhaps it was something otherworldly altogether.

“You’re such a good girl, Red. Going off every morning to fetch herbs for your mother.”

“Mother is always so busy with house calls.” A warm feeling reached her cheeks. “It’s the least I can do.”

Victor chuckled. “Well, I won’t keep you. Run along, dear.”

She waved farewell to him, making sure she held onto the bread and that it didn’t mix in with the herbs tucked away in the basket. If her mother was still attending to patients in the village, she needed to hurry home to prepare a good meal for her when she returned. Red was doing her best to study medicine under her mother’s tutelage, but during the harsher seasons, it was challenging to balance work and study. Red knew that her mother’s apothecary skills were needed more than ever during the colder months. With summer’s approach, she also knew there would be a little more time to assist her mother and focus on her studies.

It didn’t take long for Red to reach their home - a modest cottage just on the outskirts of the village. They were close enough to be considered part of the community but sequestered away so they could maintain a level of privacy. People in the town found it to be unusual in the beginning. But after a time, they came to accept it as part of Red’s mother’s slightly eccentric nature. 

Birds chirped happily as she pushed her way inside, closing the wooden door behind her so the latch would catch. She set the basket and carefully wrapped bread on the table, her hands moving to her cloak. Red swept the mantle off her shoulders with a swift motion and hung it up on a wooden rung near the door - rolling up her sleeves to begin her work around the kitchen.

After preparing the kettle for tea and the cauldron with water, Red settled to chop vegetables by the window. Her mind wandered to the conversation she had with Taehyung just moments ago. For him to bring up the issue again worried her. It wasn’t like him to get swept up in his emotions in that manner. The Wolf wasn’t one to reveal fear or doubt to her or any other creature that dared to cross his path. 

Something is wrong…

It was the only thought she could dredge up that made sense. Something was wrong. The Wolf was a creature of old magic, part of an even older race that was now scattered across the four corners of the realm. She recalled Taehyung once telling her that it would take the lifetimes of dozens of humans to pass before he ever saw another of his kind. Sometimes longer.

She remembered thinking how lonely that must have been upon reaching such a revelation.

Regardless of his worries or their shared wants, Red knew she could never leave her mother. She would never entertain the idea, no matter how many thousands of times it was suggested to her. Red knew the sacrifices her mother made to raise her all alone. She never knew her father and only assumed he was dead. Her mother rarely spoke of him, but when she did, there was a sort of sadness in her eyes that sank into Red’s core, causing her pain.

“Mother…”

There was a soft rapping at her door, causing Red to almost drop the knife in her hand. When she looked up, she saw a red fox pawing at the window. His golden eyes peered at her curiously, the canine’s head canting slightly to the side as it waited for her to grant him entrance. Red half sighed, half laughed as a wave of relief washed over her. Reaching forward, she unlatched the window and pushed it open - watching the fox leap inside without a second glance.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Briarden?”

The fox flicked his ears back and forth, prancing around the kitchen before leaping onto the kitchen table. He sat on his haunches, a black socked paw lifting to point in her direction. “Do not play the fool, Red. You know why I have come.” The fox - no, the reynard set his paw down on the wooden surface. “You grow bolder by the day.”

Huffing air through her nostrils, she turned away from the fox and resumed chopping the vegetables. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You know what I am referring to.” The reynard suddenly appeared on the counter to her left. “Either that or the Wolf is growing stupid in his old age.”

Red smothered down the urge to roll her eyes. “According to him, he is still in his prime - young, in fact.”

“That makes him even more of a fool.”

A harsh sound echoed throughout the kitchen as she slammed her knife down on the cutting board. “Why are you here, Briarden?”

The fox’s tail swished back and forth in annoyance. “To warn you.” 

What displeasure she felt with Briarden’s unannounced visit was quickly doused with concern. “...warn me of what?”

“This tryst cannot continue. It is taking everything we have in the lower courts to hide it. The thicker the veil, the more it will be seen.” Red took note of the worry furrowing over the red and white muzzle marks just over the fox’s eyes. “It is practically a beacon!”

There was a heavy thump near Red’s chest, echoing down to her ribcage. She’d feared this would come to pass, but she believed that she had more time. More time to explain to her mother what was happening and more time to understand just what she was. She’d chastised Taehyung for being greedy earlier, but had it, in fact, been her own greed instead?

“Briarden, I-”

“The courts are going to change soon.”

Red felt the knife slip from her fingers and clattered to the floor. Was it already time? Surely not.

Watching the reynard leap onto the windowsill, he chanced a glance over his shoulder. “...you and your mother might still have a chance. A small one, but a chance just the same.” 

Red could only imagine what kind of look was on her face at that moment. 

“Iron clothes.” The fox sighed, shaking his fur a measure before looking out across the forest. “Relay my words to your mother.”

And before Red could ask for the reynard to further explain his cryptic words, he dashed off into the forest as silent and swiftly as he’d come.

The look of turmoil that painted over her daughter’s face was hard to miss. But Cardia could not afford to entertain it. Birariden’s message was clear. There was little time, especially if the courts were scheduled to switch to who was in power. And if her timing was as accurate as it always was, then she already knew who would be in the seat of power next.

Titania, she thought, her eyes darting over her work desk hurriedly, the games will be afoot soon.

Her arm swept over the surface, knocking all of her books and documents into the empty sack off to the side. Red’s voice was a distant echo around her ears, muffled and concerned. But Cardia quickly set about moving around the house. She would need to leave before sunset. The sooner she disappeared into the forest, the safer her daughter would be.

“Mother, please!” 

Cardia was stopped as her arm was wrenched back by her daughter, gripping onto it, halting her movements altogether. When she looked over her shoulder, her eyes widened slightly as tears began to stream down Red’s cheeks. There was clear desperation dancing in the child’s umber and hazel tones, which gave Cardia a well-needed pause in her manic movements.

Slowly, she turned and grasped onto Red’s wrist, gently removing her hand away from her. “Red, listen to me…”

“Where are you going?!” Red all but pleaded with her, and the broken sound in her daughter’s voice, a voice that was usually so vibrant, caused Cardia to sigh. 

“I have to go, my daughter.” Cardia reached up to cup her daughter’s cheeks in her palms. “I have to leave.”

“But why? Why must you leave?” Red pressed her hands against the backs of Cardia’s. “Please, take me with you!”

The former Fae of the Summer Court shook her head. “No, I’m afraid I cannot let you accompany me. It is far too dangerous in the forests. There are things that lurk in the shadows, ready to claim you for their own.”

Red seemed dissatisfied with this answer. Cardia already knew why. After all, hadn’t she traversed in the woods countless times to retrieve herbs for her? She was not ignorant of the forests or their winding paths. But Cardia knew the truth. She knew that the forest Red knew was the forest where she would be travelling to. To protect her daughter, she would have to return to that place. To that world.

To the land of the Fae.

“Do not leave me alone, Mother!”

Cardia stroked her hand through her daughter’s dark tresses before pulling her into a hug. “You won’t be alone. Your uncle will be here to look after you.”

Red stiffened against her chest. It wasn’t hard to discern where her concerns were stemming from. As far as her daughter knew, they only had each other. There were no others. So who was this “family” that she was speaking of now?

Pulling away from Red, Cardia swiftly resumed packing all of her belongings. Every single trace in the home that connected her would come with her. Only Red would be left behind. It was safer that way. It was the only way that this would work.

Because her daughter was half-Fae. Her human side would keep her safe just a little bit longer.

Making her way to the door, she threw the last of the items she had into the back of the wooden cart hooked to a mule. Cardia rushed forward and collected her daughter into her arms once more. It would be some time before she was able to see her again. If fortune smiled on them, it would be sooner rather than later. Either way, Red would be safe from the clutches of the Summer Court for just a little while longer.

“Farewell, my sweet daughter...my Little Red.” Tears brimmed her eyes, and she pulled her daughter just a little closer. “...until we meet again, stay safe.”

And before her daughter could further pull at the strings of her heart, Cardia rushed to the front of the cart and urged the mule down the winding path into the forest. The sun was beginning to sink over the canopy of trees. It wouldn’t be long before twilight kissed its lover, disappearing in a glow covered in darkness.

 “Uncle, please let me go!”

The man said nothing, causing Red to sob softly. He moved throughout the cottage methodically, picking up tools here and there. The sun had long since set, and yet he began to stoke the fires outside, his leather apron tied around his waist and his thick leather gloves slid over his hands. Her uncle was a blacksmith by trade, and upon his arrival, he immediately ordered Red to prepare the furnace so he could work.

This was madness. She didn’t know what was happening and it was happening far too quickly. Even if it was a desperate situation, she still wanted to know what was happening. What was going to happen? And, above all, Red knew she had to find a way to let Taehyung know what was transpiring. If something were amiss, he would sense it immediately. The wolf would search for answers, and he would do so regardless of the obstacles in his way.

As gentle as he was with her, Red knew what he was capable of. She knew the fire and rage that lay dormant behind those golden eyes in his true form. Because there was a time, long ago, when she almost fell prey to those very same flames. Red was but a child back then, and the wolf was lost, wounded, and very very hungry.

Just as he passed her for the dozenth time, Red grabbed onto the sleeve of his shirt. She didn’t bother hiding the tears. She was afraid. She was terrified of what was about to happen and the ominous words left by Briarden and her mother.

“Uncle Yoongi, please tell me what is happening! I must know!”

“Foolish girl,” he grunted, shaking her off so hard that she fell to the floor, “be still and let me work!”

But Red would not be brushed aside. Like a petulant child, she clung to the leg of her uncle’s pants - refusing to let him take another step. “T-Then please let me go to the forest and retrieve the herbs needed to tend to the patients in the village! I beg of you!” Her grip tightened on his trousers. “Mother wouldn’t want me abandoning them!”

She watched her uncle turn slowly around, shifting his weight so that he was now down on his haunches in front of her. There was a moment of silence as she saw his eyes studying her closely. Then a knowing smirk pulled at the corners of his lips.

“When morning comes, you will not be allowed to set one foot outside of this place.”

It was like Red had been punched straight in the gut. What air remained in her lungs quickly expelled through her lips, forcing her to gasp for more oxygen. She didn’t hear that correctly, did she? There must have been some kind of mistake.

“W-What do you mean by -”

Suddenly, her uncle grabbed her chin harshly - forcing her to lift her head up, and she cried out involuntarily from the unexpected action. Red tried to pull away from his grip, but it merely tightened to the point of it being painful. This time, tears leaked from her eyes as she was forced to stare into the harsh gaze of her uncle.

“There is a chance that your mother will die. She is risking her life by leaving you here and going into the forest alone.”

Red’s lower lip trembled as she recalled the sad look that painted over her mother’s features moments before she was pulled into her embrace. “M-Mother is-”

“And it’s all because of your foolishness.” His eyes narrowed. “You...and that wolf.”

This time, a gurgling noise of horror bubbled inside of Red’s throat. How could he have known that? How did he know?! 

...does that mean Mother knew as well?

But who would be there to answer that question? No one. Clearly, her uncle would provide her with no relief to the queries that continued to plague and mount her thoughts with each passing second.

Without another word, he shoved her away and resumed heading to the back of the cottage. Red was left stunned, still on the floor, wondering just what was about to transpire. And yet, the tears continued to fall in waves until she was left with no choice but to sob openly into her palms. As the hours pressed on well into the night, Red’s sobs were silenced as she drifted in and out of consciousness on the floor.

Only the sound of her uncle’s hammer hitting the anvil remained constant as all else was shrouded in shadow.

The moon shimmered fat and full on the surface of a lake. The forest was alive and busy as the seasonal change was upon them. Taehyung’s anxiety only seemed to grow since Red left him that afternoon. Maybe it was Aithne’s appearance that caused the sensation to fill his stomach. So much so that he had barely eaten his meal. 

“That’s unlike you, old friend.” Taehyung scoffed softly at the sound of the Unseelie Fae’s presence. “You could decimate the forest should you choose.” 

Jimin stepped into the light of the moon. Taehyung’s gaze shifted to the edge of the brush. 

Now he had indeed lost his appetite.

“To what do I owe the honor, Jimin?” He wanted so badly to smile for one of the few people he called a friend. But Taehyung didn’t believe in coincidences. Not like this. “It has been too long indeed, my friend. I fear I cannot offer you a more jovial welcome. Because you make for the third ill omen and the day has yet to end.” His brow furrowed as Jimin stood silently.

“Ever astute, Wolf.” Jimin stepped forward, dropping down next to Taehyung at the lake’s rim. “Gods, I missed being out here.” The Unseelie knight took a deep inhale of air. His gaze lowered to the ground as he spoke. “Tae, the Summer Court will be in session soon.” 

“I know, Jimin.” 

“Titania still has not given up on finding Cardia.” Jimin offered a sidelong glance, enough to catch the muscle ticking in Tae’s jaw. “...Saoirse came to speak to Fiadh.” 

Tae’s spine straightened with shocking quickness. “Sh-she what?” 

“Saoirse contacted me, and we met, and - Fiadh caught us.” Jimin looked to the ground, avoiding the sorrow in Taehyung’s eyes. “It’s fine. We will have Samhain as we always have. We agreed to never repeat our mistakes. Fiadh was more concerned for the consequences should we have been caught.” The wolf let his gaze settle on the ground as well. 

“But, Tae, everyone has worked to keep you and Red hidden from Titania. I fear as the child has grown older, so too has her aura. She has yet to discover, let alone understand, her heritage.” Jimin let an arm drape over a bent knee. “We did this at Cardia’s behest. Titania is starting the games as soon as she’s on the throne. We fear she may run them the entire season.” 

That’s when Taehyung pushed up to his feet, his golden eyes ablaze. “The WHOLE SEASON? Jimin, please tell me this is hearsay? Because this is far from a joke. You’re telling me she means to run her hunt the entire time she’s on the throne? Not just one week to usher in the Summer season?” He didn’t realise he was opening and closing his fists.

He failed to notice the feral sounds tucking their way into his speech. He didn’t note his fangs brushing his bottom lip. He could only hear his heart thundering in his ears. Jimin’s eyes grew wide as Taehyung lingered in a state of half-changed. 

“I wouldn’t joke about this.” Jimin’s eyes hardened as he stood. “Everyone knows about you and the child now. Everyone has done their part to help keep you two safe. It’s becoming too much, and the veil is warping. It’s been heard that Titania has had her knights searching for some clues throughout the seasons.”

“She can’t do that! That’s against the Court edicts!” Tae threw a massive hand in the air.

“I know. We all know. But, we didn’t know about them until the thaw. The activity ceased during the Spring season because Saoirse is prone to keeping a closer eye on Titania.” Jimin rubbed at the back of his neck idly. “Look, I don’t know what’s going to happen, but...you may need to stay away from the child for a while.” 

A deep growl vibrated the air, stilling the entire forest. Taehyung realized what he’d done. He closed his eyes, willing his emotions to temper. Jimin wouldn’t admit he’d considered reaching for his weapon and that the wolf also sensed this motion. 

“Taehyung, please. Titania means to go to war over Cardia and the child. We will do what we can to throw them off your tracks. But, for the moment? You have to stay away from Red - else it’s not just her you’ll be putting in danger.” 

Taehyung’s hand balled into fists with bone crackling intensity. 

Jimin reached out, bravely, to put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “We have people watching her. But you need to watch the forest, now more than ever.” The Unseelie looked toward the moon’s position, his lips tempting a frown. “The next moonrise starts the Summer Season.”

The Wolf looked up at his beloved goddess, basking him in a warm glow. As if to tell him to take comfort in her blessing. The golden fire dissipated from his eyes, and the world was suddenly blurry. He felt like she was already too far away from him. She was farther than she had ever been before, and this time? This time he couldn’t go running to save her. 

Everything he could possibly think of would have her dead, or worse - captured by the Court. The tears in his eyes never fell. Even as Jimin bid him a quiet goodnight and returned to the shadows. 

Taehyung now understood Aithne’s words from earlier that day. Titania wasn’t just bringing Summer Games this season. She could possibly start a war.

He couldn’t remember the last time there had been war. But he knew what would bring one on sooner than later. Taehyung turned to the thick brush across from him. He was suddenly filled with dark rage - and tearing sneaky Seelie limb from limb? Well, that, he was sure, would calm him right the hell down.

He never imagined it would come to this.

Cradling the iron chest piece in his hands, Yoongi frowned. In a few more hours, dawn would kiss the skies and welcome a new day. The sacrifice he’d made on the night prior would pale in comparison to the sacrifice his dear sister made. Cardia was as smart as she was beautiful. Anyone in the Seelie Court knew this. While she had no desire for the throne or to be a consort in the royal harem, Cardia’s power was well-known throughout both the Seelie and Unseelie courts.

Yoongi’s body ached from phantom scars and wounds, even years after Cardia fled the Fae Courts. He was her older brother, and while he was not one to deny his sister anything, he warned her the dangers of falling for a human and what it would mean for her future. For the future of their family.

But she was as stubborn as she was beautiful, determined to have her way, regardless of the price. And that price she was willing to pay was also thrust upon her family. Their family.

He was a Fae in name only, a mere husk of who he used to be. Now he was no better than a human once Titania managed to get her hands on him and the rest of the family. There were days he often entertained the idea of ending it all. His remaining family had. But when he’d first held Red in his arms, he knew he couldn’t. He just couldn’t afford to abandon his sister when she needed him more than anyone else. Yoongi was all Cardia had, and no amount of words or lengths of denial would change that.

But he couldn’t stay with his sister. He had to part ways with her for her own safety. Because a powerless Fae was still tethered to the land of their origins. He was a beacon and, as such, a danger to his beloved Cardia.

Yoongi travelled for years learning the blacksmith arts. There were some boons with being a Fae that no longer had powers. He could touch iron. He could craft and hone the tools of man and utilise them for himself. In time, he knew that his talents would be called upon. He knew it the moment Cardia decided to hide away after losing the man she loved.

It was time.

As he entered through the back door of the cottage, he saw Red hunched over by the kitchen table. Somewhere during the night, she passed out. Something twisted in Yoongi’s heart. He knew the poor girl was uncomfortable. He knew that she was sad and afraid. While most people would have found her obedience to staying inside astonishing, he didn’t question it.

His niece was truly good.

Which made what he was about to do that much harder for him to go through with.

Setting the iron chest piece on the kitchen table, he knelt down by Red’s side and shook her. He did this three more times before she groggily pulled herself from her sleeping state. Guilt ripped through his chest as he watched her sleepily rub at her eyes.

“Uncle Yoongi?”

Yoongi said nothing. Instead, he hoisted her up into his arms and carried her to her bedroom. He then carefully deposited her onto her bed, pivoting on his heels and returning to the kitchen to retrieve the item he’d been working on all night and well into the morning.

“Uncle?”

Again, Red called to him, but he knew he had to remain focused. If he wavered now, there was nothing to hope for beyond this moment. Yoongi had to be strong and resolute, or else there would be no saving his niece from the path of destruction.

He entered her chambers once more and quickly closed the distance between them, his free hand reaching out to snatch at her blouse. Red sharply inhaled, clutching at the front of her garments, but Yoongi would not be stopped. The sound of fabric tearing almost screamed out in the room as Red, too, yelled out in horror at what was happening.

“Uncle, what are you doing?!” She did her best to fight him, but he was determined. Her tears fell as she screamed while he ripped one of the sleeves clean from her arm. “PLEASE STOP!”

Tossing the chest piece open onto the bed, he pulled Red up onto her feet and tore at what little remained of her blouse until only her chemise remained. He threw her face-first back on the mattress, making sure that her upper body hit the iron piece first. Bracing his knees along the edge of the bed, he grabbed Red's wrists and pulled her arms back and out until they were placed just where he needed them. Flinging her arms away, he quickly slammed the back of the chest piece closed - locking the side securely with a single key. 

As he tucked the key away, he watched Red rolling back onto her side - her arms flailing wildly in an attempt to pry the metal shirt off of her. She pulled and tugged until her fingers were red, and then she continued to pull. But it was hopeless.

It would take her days, if not weeks, to break free without the key.

Red whirled around, half on the bed and half off, glaring daggers up at Yoongi. Internally, he was burdened with guilt. On the outside, he was as cold as ice.

“W-What have you done?” She reached up to tug at the collar of the iron shirt. “Why have you done this?!”

“Until you are able to break those clothes of iron, you will not be able to step out into the light.” He watched Red’s eyes grow large and fearful as her hands fell into her lap. Yoongi swallowed the lump in his throat and continued. “You will not see your mother again, and the wolf will never find you so long as you wear that.”

“I don’t understand,” she murmured sadly, “I just...I don’t understand why this is happening…”

“No, I suppose you don’t.” Sighing, Yoongi turned and moved for the door. “But one thing you must understand is this. That Wolf is not of your world. You are not of his.” He placed his hand on the doorframe. “You may think you love him, but know this, Little Red. He is not a man dressed up as some dog. He is a wolf...disguised as a man.”

Before his niece could say another word, Yoongi exited the room and shut the door behind him - locking Little Red in her chambers. Pressing his back against the door, he slid to the ground and covered his face with his hands - silently mourning the sweet light that was being snuffed out forcefully by his own hands for the foreseeable future.

While it may have been for her safety and for the safety of all realms, it didn’t ease the pang of guilt weighing heavily on Yoongi’s heart.

Cardia, please… he prayed, clasping his hands together, you have to finish this before it’s too late.

There was a slight whimper that escaped Cardia’s lips as she collapsed onto soft undergrowth beneath her feet. She was tired. Tired and yet she could not help but press forward. Her mind was going a mile a minute and there was nothing she could do but keep going forward. If she didn’t press onward past this hill, her entire journey would have been for nothing.

With trembling hands, she grasped the hempen rope of the only bag that managed to survive her trek through the Fae Wylds. The items in the cart, the cart itself, and even the mule were lost - possessions that now belonged to the Wylds. They were mercilessly claimed, but she’d accounted for that. It was the very reason she brought them with her despite how arduous the journey would be.

Clearly, she was rusty. Then again, it had been some time since she last meandered through those woods. Being a single mother and maintaining her relationships with the lower courts to help keep the veil over the village took up most of her time. She hadn’t been able to enter the Fae Wylds in some time.

These woods were dangerous.

Not even nobles of the Fae Court would enter the Wylds because the flora and fauna would devour any arrogant being foolish enough to enter. Cardia would thank her older brother, Yoongi, for teaching her the skills necessary to overcome such a cumbersome venture.

It was why she knew that Red would be safe with him. Yoongi was the only one she could trust to keep her daughter safe while she was not there.

Mustering what strength she had, Cardia pulled the sack onto her shoulders and climbed the hill. There was a clearing just over said hill and once she managed to get there, it would be the safety boundary away from the madness of the wylds. She could build a shelter and prepare herself for what was to come in just a few short days. Using her magic, however, would be like releasing a meteor shower onto her location. But Cardia had no choice. Titania would preside over the other courts as ruler for the season and the games would begin. The hunt for the humans to satisfy her boredom would commence and her daughter would continue to be freed from Titania’s grasp.

I hope you were able to do it, Brother…

Just as she was thinking about it, a shock rippled through her system. It was so sudden and so violent, Cardia cried out in pain before tumbling down the hill. Pain covered her from head to toe and by the time she reached the bottom of the hill, it felt like someone managed to pour ice cold water over her body. However, despite the pain she was in, Cardia could only smile as tears leaked from her eyes.

Her daughter was safe. Trapped in irons, but safe.

Closing her eyes, she sighed softly to herself as her tears continued to stream down her cheeks. “...the Wolf will not be pleased when he discovers her missing.” Slowly, she sat up and wiped at her eyes with the back of her wrist. “But I have no choice. Come what may, this is the only path open to me.”

Fueled with determination, the former Fae Lady of the Summer Court pushed herself onto her feet and entered the wide open field. I will not make it easy for you, Titania.

Her magic billowed around her like a pulsating aura as the Wylds hearkened to her commands - to her requests for protection.

Numb.

Everything was numb.

Her hands. Her feet. Her arms and legs. 

Her entire body was absolutely numb.

The only thing Red could feel was the cold bite of iron touching her skin, jolting her awake in the middle of the night. Reminding her of what was happening. Forcing her to acknowledge the predicament she was in. But there was no answer as to why it was happening in the first place.

So she was left with no choice. Red only had one option open to her. She had to free herself from her shackles and obtain the answers for herself.

With a roar, Red flung her body across the room and slammed her chest against the wall. Wood and dirt chipped and fell to the ground around her feet as she smashed her fists repeatedly over the iron chest piece. She’d lost feeling in both her hands weeks ago and splatters of crimson decorated the floor of her room as blood seeped from her body.

Her uncle came to her twice a day, bringing her food and water. The first week she’d been too miserable to eat; too confused. After the second week, she gorged on her food like a wild beast. It was clear that both her uncle and her mother had this planned and she would not be left in the dark any longer. She needed answers and if she was going to fight, Red needed nourishment.

At the precipice of her thoughts was Taehyung. She wondered how he was doing and if he’d gone into a mad frenzy without seeing her. The last time they saw each other, they made the promise of seeing one another on the morrow. 

Dozens of days had passed since then.

A darker thought meandered through her brain, causing Red to scream as she threw herself onto the floor. The groan of metal matched the groan in her heart as she dared to wonder if the Wolf simply moved on without her. If he’d reconnected with his kin during the time she’d been away and was now off to be with his people. Tears leaked from her eyes and Red mustered the strength to throw herself along the wall and floor, looking like a mad woman.

And then...she heard it.

It was the sound of something snapping. The metal chest piece seemed to crack. Pushing herself up on shaking arms, Red watched with wonder as the iron shirt crashed to the floor in several pieces. Bloodied fingers reached out to pick up the pieces and her vision blurred momentarily. A desperate laugh escaped her throat as she cradled the broken shirt against her chest. Red heard the door to her room open slowly and she lifted her face up to peer at her uncle. He was holding a wooden wash basin and soap out to her, then placed it on the floor.

There were no words shared between them as Red cleaned herself. After she was clean, he tended to her wounded hands. Somewhere along the way, she felt her body collapse against his and she took great comfort in feeling his warm arms wrapping around her.

“Uncle Yoongi,” she whispered, surprised at the sound of her own voice, “am I allowed to leave now?”

He petted her head gently as a soft weight fell onto the crown of her head. “Yes, Little Red. You are allowed to leave.”

It didn’t take her long to get dressed. Her uncle wrapped her red cloak over her shoulders, pulling the hood up and over her wavy hair. He then held out a golden basket for her which, from what she could tell, contained food for her journey. Red smiled, her bandaged hands grasping the handle of the wicker basket.

After giving her a kiss on her forehead, her uncle led her to the front door and opened it. There Briarden sat, his tail moving back and forth as his ears swiveled in excitement. Red held her arms out as the reynard leaped into them. It felt like ages since she’d last seen him.

“She will need to take the Path of Needles, Briarden.” Uncle Yoongi’s face was stern. “She must not stray to the Path of Pins.”

The fox creature hopped out of Red’s arms and stood at her feet. He gave a deep bow of acknowledgement. “Of course. I will make sure she takes the correct way.”

Red was confused and did not bother hiding it from her features. “Where is it I am supposed to go?”

Her uncle smiled, pressing a hand to her cheek. “To your mother, of course.”

As much as she wanted to see Taehyung, Red needed to see her mother more. She would have the answers she was so desperately seeking. Truth be told, Red was far more worried about her mother than of the wolf. Taehyung could take care of himself but Red always looked after her mother when she was old enough to do so. Being alone in the woods couldn’t have been good for her delicate mother.

Red kissed her uncle’s cheek and bid him farewell, setting off on her journey.

Golden eyes peered across the land as an insatiable hunger thundered across a broad chest. Saliva pooled from grinning lips as those same golden eyes watched a crimson cloaked figure make their way through the forest. And they were being led by one of those traitors of the lower courts. Teeth poked out from a set of lips, curling into a sneer as the fox talked happily with the young girl. His hunger would not be satisfied by that fox.

But the girl? Well, that was a different matter altogether. 

He sniffed the air once more. There was blood, salt, flora, and something a little...familiar?

...what is that?

Again, he sniffed the air.

Feeling the fire ignite behind his eyes, he jumped from his perch in the trees and dashed across the air. With an elegant flourish, he landed directly in front of the pair of travelers, causing the girl to fall to the ground in fright as the fox immediately took up an aggressive stance against him. Flashing a pleasant smile, he took the opportunity to inhale the air and the girl’s scent once more.

It was unmistakable. That was the smell of a wolf lingering on her.

The girl smelled of his kind.

Leaning forward, he lowered his head in apology - a motion of grace. “Oh, do forgive me. I did not mean to frighten you, Little One.”

The girl slowly sat up and he bit back a growl of irritation as the reynard positioned himself between them. She reached out with a bandaged hand and stroked the fox’s orange back in an attempt to calm him. He would have been blind not to see the radiant glow of fae teeming from her person. But it wasn’t full fae. He’d been around his fair share of those flighty individuals and, dare he say, he could hardly stomach their company for long.

He could, however, stomach their bodies. He could stomach them very well. Many a fae were digested in his stomach.

“He’s not to be trusted, Red,” snapped the fox, “he’s a wolf!”

A hearty laugh burst from his chest, revealing rows of sharp canines. He saw the fox’s ears flatten as he took a step back but still maintained his position in front of the girl. 

“That isn’t a nice thing to say! We wolves aren’t all bad, you know.”

The girl, Red, nodded. Again, she petted the fox to calm him. “He is right, Briarden. It’s not fair for us to judge him because he is a wolf.” 

Her umber eyes lifted to meet his own, causing the wolf to pause momentarily. They sparkled with life and empathy and for a moment, the wolf almost forgot his reason for revealing himself in the first place. Shaking his pelt, he shifted back a measure and forced his body to transform into his humanoid form. Clad in a simple green linen shirt tucked into a pair of black trousers and black leather boots, he waited until all the fur disappeared before speaking again.

“Does this appearance frighten you less?”

Red smiled. “I was never frightened to begin with.”

“Well, it was more for your furry companion there. He and his kind don’t really see eye-to-eye with mine.” The wolf chuckled, his gaze shifting to the reynard in her company. “We wolves were never in the business of being servants to those we view as lesser beings.”

The fox’s lips pulled back, revealing his smaller fangs in hostility. “How dare you?!”

A smug look tugged at the wolf’s lips before he turned his eyes to Red. “Allow me to erase my earlier rudeness by introducing myself.” He pressed a hand to his chest and bowed. “I am Namjoon, the wolf.” Lifting his head, he held his hand out to her. “And you are?”

The girl rose to her feet, dusted off her skirts and held her hand out to his in return. “I’m Red.” 

Grasping her fingers in his, he internally frowned at the texture of the bandages in preventing him from actually touching her. Now that he was closer, he could definitely smell it. The scent of one of his kin was attached to her; faint, but still present. Had she escaped from being devoured? Surely not. The girl didn’t appear to exude any kind of immense power. In regards to Fae, she appeared weaker - no better than a commoner in the kingdoms.

Yet there was definitely...something about her.

After pressing a kiss to her bandaged knuckles, he released her hand and took a step back out of politeness. “Might I ask where you are off to on such a pretty day?”

“I’m going to meet with my mother. She’s been gone for some time and I miss her terribly.”

Namjoon quipped a brow, then craned his neck to look deep into the woods. He knew this was the direction of the Fae Wylds. Was this girl willingly heading into danger? What was her mother doing in the wylds? And if her mother did, in fact, head into the wylds, there was a chance she was dead. 

He looked back at Red who, in turn, flashed him a curious expression. He smirked. Which means this girl, too, is heading to Death’s Door. Ah, what a shame and what a waste…

“And which path were you planning to take, my dear?”

“I was told by my uncle to take the Path of Needles.”

It took everything Namjoon had not to smile menacingly. This girl truly was going into the wylds. If she knew of the Path of Needles, then she also knew of the Path of Pins. These were not commonly named paths and anyone who didn’t have knowledge of the Fae Wylds would never refer to those paths as such. Indeed, the child was going to Death’s Door. 

Far be it from Namjoon to allow such a waste to occur before his very eyes.

“You know,” he began as he pressed his hands together, “you would get to your mother faster if you took the Path of Pins.”

Red looked a little perplexed, her brows furrowing slightly. “I don’t know… My uncle said to-”

“I am a wolf, Red, and I know both ways very well. Both paths lead to the same place but you look so desperate to see your mother again.” He shrugged. “I simply wished for you to be reunited faster. But I suppose it is rude for me to insert myself into your affairs as such.”

The fox huffed at their feet. “As though you needed to voice it aloud.”

Namjoon glared at the reynard, watching him shrink back slightly. The fox would die long before he could ever set foot outside of these woods. The wolf would make sure of it.

Red bowed her head slightly. “I meant no disrespect! Thank you, Sir Namjoon.” She lifted her head and smiled, making Namjoon’s heart thunder across his chest momentarily. “Who would know these woods better than a wolf? I shall take your advice and go by way of the Path of Pins.” He watched her lean down to scoop up the reynard in her arms, her body shifting to the left side of the fork in the road. Before she continued down the path, Namjoon watched her turn to wave at him. “Thank you again!”

For a moment, all Namjoon could do was stare at the red cloak slowly being devoured by shadows. He was both mesmerized and confused. But the low growl in his stomach quickly reminded him of his purpose - his true desires - and he quickly reverted back to his original form. He couldn’t allow himself to be distracted.

Namjoon made haste down the Path of Needles. He would get to the wylds before Red and he would satisfy his hunger with a taste of both her flesh and the meat of her mother’s.

The scent of death and decay was in the air. He was so tired. So much pain.

So much...h u n g e r.

Hungry. So very hungry.

Must not stop. Must keep going.

He ate up the ground trying to find fresh air. There was something in the air, a heat of life that would feel wonderful beneath his teeth. It was a small something, but it was something. A deer? A rabbit? It wasn’t strong enough to best him. It wasn’t strong enough to evade him.

So hungry. So much pain. Make it stop.

When was the last time he had water? Parched. Dry.

HUNGRY.

He saw red.

He saw this little thing in red.

He saw red.

It wasn’t watching. He saw red.

So much pain. He saw red.

The war was over but all he saw was red.

He saw red  - and he charged.

He saw red. All he saw was red.

He saw his breath in the air. He saw red.

He opened his mouth. He charged. He saw red.

He heard a scream as he opened his mouth…

RED. RED. RED. RED. RED. rEd.

“RED?!”

Taehyung scrambled in the tangle of his sheets as he sat up. He clawed at the burning sensation in his chest. Pushing back wet strands of hair from his face, eyes wide, as he looked around his room. The early summer heat was sweltering. Taehyung saw the feathers and torn fabric of his pillows. The moist outline of his body imprint caused him to frown. 

It was strange how deliberate his movements were suddenly. Like he had become hyper aware of his own existence. He moved to the bathroom, splashing his face with water from the basin. He looked at his reflection, noticed the stubble setting in on his chin. His fingers reached up, in disbelief, rubbing at the dark hairs. 

He tried to remember what he was even doing the night before - and it hurt to think too deeply about it. It was as if a chunk of time was suddenly missing from his memory bank. The heel of his palm dug into his eye sockets as if he could rub the stabbing pain away. 

There was an emptiness inside of him, it was hunger. But for what? How long had he been asleep? He stomped to the kitchen, poured a glass of water. Greedily gulping, choking, and still it remained. 

WHY?

WHY?! 

What is it? What was it? What was missing? What was he forgetting? 

He choked another glass of water down, tearing off a piece of stale bread at the table. His face screwed up as he spat the mass on the floor. Taehyung wretched at the powdery foulness clinging to his tongue. He finally looked at the loaf of bread to see ...mold? Disgust twisted his features as he dropped the bread on the table. 

The sweet sour smell of rotting fruit hit him next. The bowl in front of him was full of the darkened remains of ignored produce. But he would never, right? He would never just leave food to go to waste. 

So, what in the hell was going on?

...hyung!

Tae’s hands began to shake as he tried to piece together the last few days.

...ehyung!

Why was he so hungry? Why did he have facial hair?

...aehyung?!

What was that incessant buzzing in his brain?! 

TAEHYUNG?!

“WHAT?!” His voice bellowed off the walls, vibrating the modest structure of his home. Who was calling him!!? 

He stepped outside searching for the source of the voice. His eyes went wide at the sight. The grass was tall, overgrown, with dandelions as far as the eye could see. The path that led from his door toward the forest was gone .

“Taehyung!?” A breathless voice called from above. Aithne’s eyes were large at the state of him as she dropped from a branch. “Oh thank the spirits! I’ve been looking for you for over two-moons! It’s nearly high-summer!” 

The Wolf stared at the cait-sidhe in confusion as she stared at him. It was worse than she thought. They weren’t fast enough before Titania’s guard came through, altering the landscape of the forest. She watched them lay magickal traps throughout the forest. Animals found themselves in different  places or lost altogether. Whole sections of the forest inverted and flipped on a loop, leaving a chance for something or someone to inadvertently get tossed into the wylds. What Aithne had not planned for was Taehyung’s section of the forest to be caught in that loop. 

“A-Aithne.” He spoke her name as if he was starting to remember something. “Aithne, wait! Did you say it’s HIGH-SUMMER?!” The cait-sidhe shifted uneasily. “The Games? Titania? But, Red-” 

Red.

“Red.” He turned in every direction, frantic, his heart racing. And he didn’t feel her. He couldn’t sense her. He couldn’t sense her presence at all. That’s when it hit him. The emptiness, the thirst, the hunger. 

The dream. 

Aithne knew that her kind was a long lived race. She knew that they had served courts and queens at whim. They were highly respected, prized, because of their high intelligence and loyalty. It was very seldom you found a reason to want to kill a cait-sidhe. Those more mischievous of her kin were simply never allowed at court. At the worst, they were banished. 

But, there were the rare occasions they could run afoul of a beast. 

Aithne’s form shrank away from the beast in front of her. When Taehyung turned around his eyes were black. In the middle of eyes as black as the void were a pair of golden irises. Blazing like the midday sun. His every breath was sibilant behind clenched teeth. His shoulders rose and fell heavily as if he was pumping up his very stature. 

“Aithne.” The Wolf growled low. “Where is she?” 

“W-we don’t know.” Aithne answered quickly, lest she be the focus of his ire. “...we suddenly couldn’t sense her at next dawn’s light. The forest...changed somehow. We couldn’t find you! Titania’s men laid traps. It was like being in the wylds! I swear we tried looking for you both.” The cait-sidhe braved taking a step forward. “We had feared the worst, Taehyung! We thought they had found you both and swept her away.” 

Taehyung fought to keep a tight leash on his rage. He knew that the other Queens didn’t believe in interfering on this side of the veil. They also didn’t believe in interfering with his kind. His lips quivered around a mouth full of teeth that felt too big. He turned away from the cait-sidhe, trying hard to regain his composure. “How long did you say you were looking?” 

Aithne replied, the sadness apparent now that he’d calmed down. “It’s been just over two moons now.”

“And it's now high-summer?” he croaked out weakly.

“Yes. We haven’t been able to figure out the forest or where Red is since Titania took the throne.” Aithne’s tail swished anxiously. “Her men flooded the forest, and just like that, they were gone. The traps have weakened and that’s probably how we found you.” 

Taehyung looked over his shoulder, the black faded from the whites of his eyes, confused. “What do you mean just like that?” Standing, he ran his fingers through his hair. He made a face as he caught a whiff of himself.

Aithne was, obviously, being extremely polite in that regard. “They flooded the forest from early dawn on the switch. They stayed in the forest, camped even, until about ten suns ago. They were in a hurry, too.” 

The Wolf rubbed his chin, pacing, as this new information was processed. They lost track of Red the very next day, but there was still time before the season switched. Which meant Titania’s men were looking for something before she took the throne. 

There was only one thing that came to his mind at that moment.

“Cardia.” He turned to Aithne. “Do you know where Cardia is?” 

Aithne tilted her head, momentarily confused, “Actually? N-no. We were in such a frantic rush to find you that we-” The cait-sidhe turned in a full circle, trying to see if that essence that was Cardia was anywhere near them. 

It wasn’t. 

And for that, he guessed that she, too, feared the absolute worst. “I don’t sense her at all.” Aithne began to pace as well. What to do? What to do!? Her head lifted as she turned to Taehyung, “I...I have to go. I’ll be back. Take a bath for god’s sake! And eat, Taehyung! You do not go hungry a day longer. I will return!” 

Taehyung gave an incredulous look, reaching out to say something more, but it was too late. The cait-sidhe vanished from his sight. 

Fine. It was perfectly fine. He would bathe. Then he would eat. He would ease his frustration by cleaning the mess left by Titania’s meddling. He leaned against a tree, his claws digging deep into the bark. “Red, please be safe.” 

That violent rage bubbled under the surface once again. And this time he wasn’t sure it could be quelled - especially if the worst of his fears came true. 

He closed his hand, snapping the young tree in half. No. He wasn’t willing to dream of it. He wouldn’t let those thoughts bleed into the ether. Because there was only one truth and one truth only.

There was no world for him without her in it.

If the world turned its back on him, if it dared to take what was his, he would make sure there was no world for him - or anyone else.

Hot puffs of air pushed from Namjoon’s maw as his feral eyes surveyed the lush green valley of the Fae Wylds. The forest was loud with the voices of the old ones, warning him of his trespass. He would not be able to take another step further unless he paid a tribute. That was unsurprising as it was tradition to pay the price in blood. It had to be something of value.

What was an eye to a full meal to a wolf? The choice was easy; simple, even. Namjoon didn’t hesitate to pluck his right eye out of its socket so he could give it to the Wylds. What they chose to do with it was of no consequence to him. If he was charming and convincing enough, he would simply have someone summon his eye back to him.

No harm, no foul.

His large paws pressed into the grass as he reached the clearing. The smell of blood was thick in the area, causing him to both drool and gag all in the same breath. Carnage clung to the fields and overwhelmed his senses. Namjoon growled in response, unsure of why he was feeling such trepidation and yet he knew his own hunger couldn’t be ignored. In a few moments, his nose would adjust to the stench and he would prepare himself for the feast ahead. 

He looked around, spying the makeshift cottage that was just over the small hill. This must be where the girl’s mother chose to take refuge , he thought, unable to hide the grin tugging at his dark lips. 

There was a sudden shift to his right and Namjoon raised his hackles, preparing to strike out at anyone who dared to interfere with his plans for a meal. Crouching down low to the ground, his hulking form disappeared beneath the brush as his one remaining eye trained on the line of trees a few yards away. Relief washed over him as he saw it was the meddlesome reynard, Briarden, sniffing out over the land. A sick sort of glee began building inside of Namjoon’s chest as he saw the fox resist the urge to retch from the stench of blood.

A snack wouldn’t hurt, he thought, moving forward in a predatory fashion, but I also would prefer my eye returned to me.

Lunging forward, Namjoon didn’t hesitate to make his presence known. The fool of a fox wouldn’t have time to react. He wouldn’t give him any quarter to make any attempts to flee and warn his little meal-to-be of what was approaching the moment she crossed the hills and into that valley.

Like a dark shadow of death, Namjoon threw himself on top of Briarden - his jaws and fangs finding the fox’s neck. The reynard could only manage a small squeak before the wolf crunched his throat between his massive teeth. The sweet tang of blood soaked his tongue and the wolf had to resist the urge to indulge himself in a selfish drink. This was to be his tribute to the Wyld. Despite not being his blood, reynard were still close kin to wolf-kind. Namjoon may as well have killed his own relative.

A suitable sacrifice in exchange for his eye.

Namjoon tossed Briarden’s body off to the wayside, the fox’s blood still fresh on his maw. With a gluttonous lavish of his tongue over his chops, the wolf waited for the Wylds to accept his payment. After a handful of minutes, a strange sensation returned to his right socket until he was able to see again. The tribute was accepted and his eye returned.

The wolf belted a hearty laugh, pivoting on his paws as he made his way toward the cottage. Namjoon may have ignored his base urges for a moment, but the ultimate reward would be much sweeter.

Fae flesh, even a halfling like Red, was a far better meal in the end. Especially for his kind.

Please.

Taehyung followed the cait-sidhe out of the forest on the human side of the veil. The whole forest was in chaos with untriggered traps. It took them a few days to figure out the path to Red’s village. He found her ease around the humans interesting; she claimed to know plenty of ‘bad people’. The cait-sidhe made assurances that none of those bad people resided in the village. 

And now she hoped The Wolf’s distrust would hold as they made it to Red’s house. Because it wasn’t Red who met him at the door - it was Yoongi. They found him sitting outside the door - but Taehyung couldn’t hear or smell her nearby.

“Where is she?” he growled while stalking toward Yoongi. 

The blacksmith looked up nonplussed by the Wolf’s aggression. “You’re late. She’s gone.” Yoongi answered in a gruff tone. 

Aithne stepped around Taehyung, attempting to keep the distance between the two men. “Titania’s knights set traps in the forest. I’m guessing when Cardia crossed over they left. But they never undid their spells. It took time to find him, Yoongi.“ The cait-sidhe flicked her tail in irritation.

Yoongi sighed quietly at the cait-sidhe’s explanation. “That bitch just can’t leave well enough alone.” It was clear the Summer Queen had even less fans on this side of the veil. “And Cardia decided to just go over there, trying to keep Red safe.” He balled his hands before releasing the fist. “Red went to find her mother. Aithne knows the way, and the path.” 

Taehyung’s gaze lowered to the cait-sidhe. “I have to get to her, Aithne.”

She nodded, turning to head down the road that would take them to the other side. He didn’t spare Yoongi another glance, but Taehyung stopped at the sound of his voice calling out to him.

“She knows nothing of that place, Taehyung. You know how the Wylds can be.” Yoongi sat down, bracing his elbows on his knees. “Find her. Protect her. Keep her away from Titania.” 

The Wolf nodded and ran to catch up with Aithne.

Please.

And he didn’t stop - hadn’t stopped running since. Even when the scent of blood filled the air, he didn’t stop running. Even when fear gripped his heart as the scent grew in intensity. Even when Aithne, who couldn’t keep up, decided to ride on his back. He wasn’t going to stop until he reached that cabin.

Please.

Taehyung felt a certain kind of freedom loping through the Fae Wylds. He needed to use all of his power to traverse two different realms. The shift of the atmosphere caused an errant shake of his head. The Wolf paused warily as he crossed the veil. How many years had it been? He could barely remember much of this side of the world. 

He didn’t make it a point to visit the place where he had lost so much. Where he could stand to lose more.

Please.

That was until there was a rumble in the air. Like the sound of a predator satisfied with a big meal. Taehyung came to a hard stop, his ears twitching toward the direction of sound. He was interrupted by Aithne’s sudden gasp.  “What is it?” 

“I-I don’t know? It’s as if the land has consumed something a bit…” Her brow furrowed as she looked around. “But it feels like something is missing.” Taehyung watched her quietly for a moment.

“I think you need to rest.” He grumbled softly. “We’re almost there, right?” The cait-sidhe nodded quietly. “Good.” He shook off the sudden discomfort and ran once again. Because he didn't want to admit he felt it too. That something more had definitely been gained. 

Please, Red. Please be alright.

Red felt a pang of anxiousness creeping up her spine. She was worried not because she was in the Fae Wylds of legends. It wasn’t because she was far from home and worried about her own safety. Despite the newness of the world around her, the Wylds seemed to almost recognize her in a way that was both strange and comforting. There were soft whispers in the trees and songs in the wind that told her a little bit about herself but also questioned her existence all in the same breath.

But these were things that she wasn’t concerned with. It was Briarden’s absence that troubled her. 

While it was only for a little while, the two of them separated for a moment. The reynard told Red that he was going to go ahead of her to make sure that they were safe. He also mentioned a peculiar stench in the air that he needed to identify. If it was safe, he would return. If it wasn’t, then Red needed to flee.

It was almost laughable. How was she supposed to flee if she didn’t know where she was? Most importantly, without a guide, how would she return? And if there was danger, how could she knowingly leave her mother in the thick of it?

No. Red was determined to reach her mother and to make sure that everything was alright. She needed to bring her back home. She didn’t care about rules or what was taboo or not. What was or wasn’t allowed. She just wanted to go back to how things were before she was locked up and forced to wear iron clothes. 

Red wanted to see Taehyung again. She wanted to hold him in her arms and tell him that she loved him. Over and over again. Because she knew now, more than ever, that she most certainly hadn’t told him enough.

Clutching at the front of her mantle, Red sighed and continued walking forward. Briarden hadn’t returned and she had no choice but to keep going. It was going to be nightfall soon. She couldn’t afford to be lost in the woods, let alone in the dark. The wind pushed her toward a certain direction and she continued down the path until she broke through a line of trees that opened up to a clearing.

An odd smell reached her nose, but Red wasn’t quite sure what it was. It wasn’t pleasant but it wasn’t awful either. A strange gray area she couldn’t identify. Searching the clearing, she took a soft breath and sighed with relief as she spied a cottage off in the distance. Smoke billowed from the small chimney and there was a light glowing from one of the windows. Red gathered up her skirts and tore off down the hill, the basket bouncing against her hip as she ran. 

Within minutes, she was at the door. Delight and excitement rushed through Red’s entire body as she made small attempts to catch her breath. After taking a moment to calm her racing heart, she knocked on the door three times.

“Mother, unbar the door!” she called, hoping her mother was there.

A cooing and sweet voice replied. “Just push on it. It’s not locked, My Dear.”

Red entered the cottage, her eyes having to adjust to the semi-darkness that seemed to blanket the space. There was only a single candle on a nightstand by the bed and a lantern in the kitchen. Everything else was covered in shadow. This worried Red as her mother was usually the sort who always kept their home well-lit until it was time to sleep. She immediately was concerned that her mother had taken ill and was about to address this when a sudden pang hit her stomach.

Hunger.

Feeling a soft warmth touch her cheeks, she peered into the area where she seemed to hear her mother breathing. “Mother, I know I just arrived but I’m hungry. Do you have anything to eat or shall I prepare something for us?”

“There is food and drink on the kitchen table already. Go ahead and help yourself.”

Red spied the dish of food and the glass of red wine, her stomach reminding her again of her own hunger. Not bothering to remove her mantle, she placed the basket on the counter and sat down to begin her meal. She didn’t realize how hungry she actually was until she cut into the meat and ate it. But just as she swallowed the food, a bird flew to the window and began tapping on it wildly. This startled Red, but not as much as the words the bird spoke.

“Your friend! Your friend! You are eating the flesh of your friend, Briarden!”

Gasping, she whirled around to peer into the dark room where her mother was. “M-Mother...there is a bird at the window and he says that...he says that I’m eating my friend!”

“Throw your cloak at that nasty bird! He tells you lies!”

But when Red looked back at the window, the bird had already flown off. Deciding that the Wylds were trying to play tricks on her, she picked up the glass of wine and began to drink. Just as she was about to drain the glass, a mouse scuttled along the counter and squeaked at her.

“Your friend! Your friend! You are drinking the blood of your friend, Briarden!”

Dropping the glass, Red stood from the kitchen table and, again, peered into the room where her mother was. “Mother! There is a mouse that says I’m drinking my friend’s blood! Birarden’s blood!”

“Throw your shoe at that old mouse. He’s wretched and good for nothing anyway.”

When Red looked to the counter where the mouse was, she felt her heart sink to see that it was gone. Perhaps she was just tired. Red was stressed and maybe the journey finally was beginning to take its toll on her. Fatigue weighed heavily on her shoulders.

“You look tired, Little Red,” her mother called to her, “you’ve had a long journey. Come and sleep.”

Red nodded, obediently removing her cloak and traveling clothes. Dressed in only her undergarments, she made her way to the bed where her mother was sitting. But it was at this instance when Red felt a shift in the air. A deep-seeded hunger filled space between her mother and herself, giving her a slight pause. She’d just finished eating so there was no reason for her to sense this in the room.

Slowly, Red looked in the direction of where her mother was and took note of the hungry eyes that looked back at her in the dark. It was a look that she recognized from many years ago. It was voracious; ravenous.

Taking a step forward, Red clutched at the front of her chemise. “Mother...look how big your eyes are.”

“Without them, I could not see you, My Dear.”

“Mother,” Red said while taking another step forward, “look how big your ears are.”

“Without them, I could not hear you so well, My Dear.”

An ache began to form around her ribs from how hard her heart was thrumming inside of her. “Mother...look how big your hands are.” Fear started to churn in her stomach as she took note of the claws.

“Without them, I could not reach out and touch you, My Dear.”

As she lifted her eyes up, she saw a flash of white and tears began to stream down her cheeks. Red realized what was happening. She knew and yet she couldn’t bring herself to run away. Because she’d encountered this sort of hunger before. Running was futile. She’d be dead before she could even reach the door.

“M-Mother...look how big your teeth are.”

The figure in the dark stood up, removing the night gown from their person. Red already knew this wasn’t her mother. She’d sensed it too late and what sickened her more was that there was a chance that those creatures were telling the truth.

Briarden was dead and she’d eaten his flesh and drank his blood. Red could only take comfort in knowing that the reynard would be a part of her forever. Or for as long as this moment she existed would allow. Because her end would come soon.

At the hands of this predator. 

At the hands of this wolf.

Red closed her eyes, prepared to accept her fate. A loud growl and gnashing of teeth erupted through the silence. She prayed that her mother was safe. She silently asked for her uncle’s forgiveness for being so foolish. Just as a puff of hot air brushed over her entire body, she whispered one thing before it would come to an end.

“...Taehyung.”

Glass shattering and wood splintering caused Red to jump back - her eyes frantically searching in every direction. Loud and ferocious snarls and howls tore through the small space inside the cottage and she gasped when her eyes spied not one, but two wolves tearing through the small room - fangs flashing and claws ripping through one another. Spying the pelt that belonged to the other wolf, an overwhelming sense of dread seemed to swallow Red completely.

“TAEHYUNG!”

The scent of blood rushed through Taehyung’s nostrils. The sign of a messy kill, a show of force. He could feel the ground pulsating under his paws. The question lingered in the air, spoken in hissing whispers: There’s another?

You must go faster! Quickly.

Aithne’s claws dug into Taehyung’s back at the sound of the voice that urged them both to go faster. “Briarden?” The cait-sidhe spun, clinging to the Wolf’s form. The tears welled in her eyes as the wisps of the reynards spirit fluttered like ashes in the wind.

Please. Faster. Danger.

Taehyung couldn’t hold the growl rumbling in his throat. The Wylds vibrated with energy because wolves now walked the lands. Aithne gulped air as she realized what she had lost. When she realized whom she had lost. 

The Wolf’s form began to change; the scent of fear was a sweet tang in the air. Aithne held herself together as they closed in on the cabin. The whispers turned into a cacophony of sound. 

There’s another.

This energy was familiar because it was kin. The cait-sidhe leapt from his back as Taehyung charged the cabin. He didn’t bother calling her name, didn’t bother worrying about the door. He could smell her fear, taste it in the air - and he knew it well.

Because he was, at one time, the reason for it. It 

was a flavor he had promised not to experience again. There was another Wolf? After all this time - there was another.

It was too bad he would most likely have to kill him. Taehyung heard the small utter of his name as he barreled through the window. Mouth open, he went immediately for the other Wolf’s vital spots. 

He heard Red’s voice as she screamed for him. He felt the drag of claws against his side. He didn’t care as he snapped his fangs at the other creature’s neck. His own nails dug into the opposite creature’s flank. Shards of glass embedded in his skin, and he didn’t care. All Taehyung cared about in that moment was ripping the other wolf to shreds for entertaining the idea of devouring what was his.

A spray of blood of fur splattered across the wooden floor. The other Wolf whirled around, giving Taehyung space to place himself in front of Red. Blood dripped from pear fangs as the Wolf laughed, his lips spreading out as the Wylds were visible behind him.

“Ah, so it’s true then,” the Wolf spoke, raising his hackles a measure, “another of my kin. I detected your scent on her, but was curious as to why you let her escape with her life.” The Wolf’s grin grew. “You would claim a creature such as this as your own, Brother? She is food and nothing more. You know this.”

Taehyung was vibrating with rage as the other Wolf spoke. "The actual question, Brother, is why would you go after something that isn't yours?" He could feel his claws digging into the floor. It took every ounce of willpower to keep from charging the intruder.

"This one isn't food." He gnashed his teeth between deep snarls. His tongue held steady for fear of endangering her further. "And you know nothing." There was a barbarous aura filling the air as Taehyung moved backward toward Red. The kind of feeling that had once been familiar to him. That time from long ago where the kills were indiscriminate; for the sake of survival. 

The Wolf laughed again. “If you claimed her as something more than food, then perhaps I would’ve abstained. But you haven’t marked her, Brother. Not properly.” He lowered himself down slightly, rolling his shoulders back as his tail swished back and forth. “And since she isn’t properly marked, then she is also free game.”

Before Taehyung could throw out another rebuttal, the other Wolf launched himself clear across the room. He knew he would have no choice but to take the hit. If he moved, Red would be caught in the thick of everything and would get hurt in the middle of their scuffle. No, he had to remain rooted where he was and then grasp for an opportunity to throw him out of their enclosure and out into the open where there was more breathing room.

Not properly. He hasn’t claimed her properly. The other Wolf spoke the truth, and yet he felt pangs of guilt striking at the edge of his rage. The other Wolf went airborne crashing into him. Taehyung howled as claws dug into his skin. 

“Aithne, get her out of here!” Taehyung roared a combination of pain and rage as he drove the other wolf out the destroyed side of the cottage, cracking out the frame as he fought to create distance. Enough distance to create some sort of advantage.  And hopefully enough distance for Red and the cait-sidhe to escape.

Taehyung felt his anger rise as the other wolf laughed as he rolled on the grass on his side. Even though he was far from what people would consider “young”, he could feel the age difference between the two of them. The level of experience was evident in how this other wolf refused to take him seriously. 

He watched the other male wolf slowly get up to his feet, shaking the grass from his fur. “Well, I suppose if we’re going to do this properly, then I should introduce myself. After all, we’re not savages.” The wolf lowered his head but kept his hazel eyes locked on Taehyung. “I am Namjoon, Young One.”

Biting back the urge to snarl an insult in his direction, Taehyung reigned his anger back to reciprocate the gesture. “Taehyung.”

“If this is to be the end for either of us, I think it fitting that we at least be entreated to carry the burden of the other’s calling, hm?” Namjoon grinned, revealing rows of fangs, before lifting his head to the sky and allowing a howl to rip through the vast expanse. 

Taehyung sensed movement from the cottage, but he dared not move a muscle. He didn’t want to even risk answering the wolf’s call. Namjoon was kin, yes, but this was also clearly a fight that had a prize at the end. He couldn’t afford to lose. He couldn’t afford to lose her.

A swift blur of crimson tore through the front door of the cottage. He didn’t have to look to know it was Red being guided by Aithne. If the feline was smart, they would beeline for the forest and not look back. They would not stop until they were back at the village where it was safe. 

At least, that was his hope. 

Taehyung looked back just as Namjoon sprinted forward, tearing through the field and kicking up sprigs of grass. The older wolf released a primal roar before jumping into the air in the attempt to maul Taehyung to the ground. Finally, he belted out his own call in response to the challenge.

He wouldn’t die here. He couldn’t die here.

A familiar sensation flooded his bones at the sound of Namjoon’s approach. The sounds of battle, of kin bleeding and dying, fighting each other over something neither side could remember. Taehyung let loose another roar of challenge. He pivoted to the side, barely dodging the snap of Namjoon’s jaws. He chomped down on the other Wolf’s foreleg with a wild shake of his head. Namjoon yelped in surprise, turning to try and snap his jaws at Taehyung’s face. 

Taehyung fought to keep his hold, twisting and turning to keep his neck far from Namjoon’s teeth. It was his turn to yelp when Namjoon crunched down on jowls near his ear. The motion caused him to bite harder through the foreleg in his mouth. There was a satisfying snap before they both gave each other a wide berth of space.

There was blood oozing down the side of his face from the tip of a missing ear. They circled each other, haphazard and bloody; saliva dripping and fangs bared.

“I don’t want to kill you,” Taeyhung bellowed, “do you not remember?! If we are what’s truly left, why are we doing this?” 

“Of course I remember!” Namjoon snarled as he tried to bear weight on his front leg. “You think I’ve lived as long as I have, not to remember the war?” His frame swelled with a raise of his head. “We are devourers, Taehyung. We consume - we feast. It is our right!” 

“We don’t have to consume everything! That’s why we fought! We must leave something behind, Namjoon!” Taehyung’s eyes shifted between the other Wolf’ gaze and his leg. A wounded creature is an even bigger threat and Namjoon was already a threat enough. “Have you ever wondered why it is you hadn’t found your mate? Why any of us couldn’t find our mates?”

Namjoon clearly enjoyed being the top of the food chain. He was the sort of wolf who enjoyed the power, the rush and the thrill of the hunt. He, like many others, had given up on finding their other halves. So they relied on terrorizing those below them. Taehyung was sure that the older wolf had relied on his bloodlust for so long he didn’t think he could discern physical lust from bloodlust. 

“What does it matter, huh?! I’ve probably eaten them already!” There was something suddenly bitter in his tone. 

The scintilla of hope that Namjoon would see reason was gone in a flash. Namjoon lashed out in that small window of consideration. Taehyung’s howl ricocheted through the forest as teeth dug into his shoulder. He bit into the bottom of Namjoon’s jaw as he attempted to shake the leg from it’s socket. They were a mass of fur and snarls, each biting down with crushing pressure before needing to separate once more. 

Now both wolves limped with bloodied faces. Taehyung forced weight on his sore leg with a vigorous shake of his head. Namjoon’s tongue flicked along the partly-mauled portion of his lower jaw. Taehyung charged him. The other reared up on his back legs, one clawed paw raised to slice him open. 

But Taehyung pulled a feint at the last minute as Namjoon swiped at him. By the time Namjoon realized his error, Taehyung managed a clean swipe of claws across his stomach. The searing pain caused the other Wolf to put a greater distance between them. The grievous wound knocked Namjoon out of his shift. 

Naked, bleeding and clutching his side. The wolf could not continue. Namjoon’s growl, even in the form of man, was startling. Taehyung watched him warily, a chuff of air pushed through his nose. “I’m not going to kill you, Namjoon,” Taehyung growled in warning, “not now. But if you ever appear in front of her again?” 

He watched Namjoon spit a gob of red from the corner of his mouth. He could swear he saw the opaque hint of bone beneath the other Wolf’s hand. Taehyung didn’t pity the other Wolf for one moment.  But he waited to see if his hand would be forced.

“Don’t worry, Young One,” Namjoon smirked, “we’ll see each other again soon enough.”

Taehyung watched Namjoon turn, shift, and loped off into the distance. He turned to view the destruction of the small cabin. He shifted anxiously before moving toward the path that Aithne ran with Red. He would just have to apologize to Cardia later. 

There was an agonizing few minutes more he waited before sprinting down the path. Full strides as he ate the ground beneath his paws. The trip home seemed quicker than the initial trip into the wylds. One thought, one person, consumed his mind as he crossed out of the land of Fae. He didn’t pay attention to the change in the sky. The change in the weight of the very air. 

He bypassed the village in the dead of night. His forest home seemed to welcome him. For a moment he pondered the change in the forest atmosphere. But there was a scent that filled his nostrils and drove him forward. He could smell home as the forest grew thick and tall around him. The village, and its residents, were far behind him; the song of night and stars so familiar to him.

Taehyung felt his muscles burn as he closed in on his house. He skid to a stop at the vision in front of him. Red, with Aithne, sniffling while wringing knots into that crimson cloak. They turned to see the Wolf as he began to limp. The pain of nonstop travel, the wounds of battle, all came crashing down on him. He shifted, naked, just feet from them; his hand stretched outward. “R-Red.” 

“Taehyung!” Red and Aithne cried his name in unison. 

It was so good to hear her voice. Did she know he loved her? How long had it been since he told her? One step, two, maybe three steps before he tried to speak. He wanted to tell her everything inside of him. It seemed like the world was moving in slow motion. 

Taehyung was so very tired and Red’s voice was like a dream. Everything started to grow black when she laced her fingers through his. 

The world fell in a raw tilt and his body stopped abruptly, as if some force were holding him up. Red’s scent filled his nostrils, pulling him from the dream-like haze his body was attempting to place him in. His mind grew a little less foggy as Red’s sobs seemed to shred through the muffled noises of the forest in his ears.

“I love you!” she sobbed, wrapping her arms around every part of him she could reach. “I love you so much, Taehyung!” 

Red carded her fingers through his hair and he leaned into her touch despite gravity forcing them to the ground. His own arms weakly encircled her waist as she continued to cling onto  him in what he could assume was desperation. 

“R-Red, I--”

“I never told you I loved you when I left that morning. That was the biggest regret I’ve had in my entire life.” He felt her pull back, causing him to lift his face up to peer at hers. Her brown cheeks were streaked with the trails of her tears. “And so, to make up for that mistake, I will tell you I love you until there is no longer breath in my body to do so.” Red leaned forward and he felt her lips brushing against his forehead. “I love you, Taehyung. So very much.”

“I love you. I always have.” His fingers slid through her hair as she brushed her lips against his skin. “Red? Did you know that wolves mate for life?” Taehyung thumbed away the streaks on her face. “Our meeting wasn't a coincidence. It was providence.” 

He pressed his lips against the flutter of her eyelids. “Red, you are my mate. You are my fated, my chosen. You are mine, as I am yours.” Even as his body screamed for rest and sustenance, her proclamation sent fire through his blood. “Will you really be mine? Can I have you as I have always desired?” His gums burned with the sudden glint of fags. 

“Yes. Yes! Taehyung, make me yours.” 

She pulled him down again, fingers carding through his hair. She could feel the warmth of his breath against the column of her neck. He licked a path from her shoulder to ear. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he set his teeth into her shoulder.

There was a tense moment where the world seemed to go silent. As if the world gave them solatium for all they had suffered. For the years of secrecy, as if this moment was truly for them. Red pulled Taehyung tighter against her body, her legs sliding against his hips. She turned her head to the side to give him better access, to yield to him. 

Taehyung bit down into her shoulder, fingers digging into the meat of her thighs as he pulled her legs around his waist. He felt Red shudder at what he assumed was the fire racing through her veins. They clung to each other, skin aflame, burning together in the eternal vow of the wolf’s claim to his mate. He was so hard suddenly and it hurt, his hips undulating against the thin barrier of her undergarments.

Red’s eyes rolled around as he clawed at his back. He couldn’t decide whether to let her run or arch further into her body. Her heart beat erratically, skin clammy as she reached between their bodies. Taehyung shuddered as she got one hand around the throbbing width of his cock. “Tae. Please.” 

He ran his tongue across the bite mark, sending her into convulsions. Red’s grip on him tightened and he shook from head to toe. He could swear every vein in his body protruded at the moment. He growled, moving back slightly to tear the wispy fabric from her body.  She held up her other hand, jamming her fingers into his mouth. There was a lewd sound as his tongue swirled around and between those digits. 

“Good boy,” she crooned. 

Red took those wet fingers and reached down to part her folds, while the other hand lined him up. Taehyung’s mind went blank as she pulled him forward. He clawed into the ground, mouth open in something between agony and ecstasy at the slow pace that her body consumed him. He was burning for her in that half way point of the mating ceremony.  “Red, love, please...I-I can’t..” 

“You can, and you will,” she hissed. 

He heard her make a sound of wonderment. It wasn’t her imagination. He was somehow bigger than she remembered. She controlled the meshing of their bodies with fine precision. Red was wet enough that the pool of slick against her thighs made the task easier. 

Taehyung was enraptured watching her play his body like a symphony. They echoed their pleasure once he was inside of her to the hilt. He could feel her pulsing around him. A flutter of motion whirled through hun as she undulated her hips in torturously slow circles. Those slow circles grew shallow as she pulled against the length of his cock. Letting that throbbing fat head pull against that spongy spot inside of her. The one that made her toes curl, the one that had him gasping for breath and sanity. 

The squelching noises seemed to echo in the deep silence around them. Red had her hands on his shoulders. He remained absolutely still, letting her take what was hers. His mouth fell open with a quake of his thighs. He could feel that sensation, could see that glassy far away look in her eyes. A hitch in her breathing, the slight intake of air through pursed lips - the faint whisper of his name. The beast inside of him demanded its due. 

“Taehyung!” Red’s lower half began to shake uncontrollably as the orgasm threatened to explode out of her body. He pulled out completely dragging the head of his cock against that secret spot. She dug her fingers into his biceps as he pulled her lower half up to his mouth. He sealed her doom with the flick of his tongue on that slick covered bundle of nerves. 

He swore his life flashed before his eyes as she came. Tears slid down the corner of her eyes as he feasted, tongue sliding between the folds of her pussy. Making sure that every single drop went nowhere but down his throat. She grabbed her breasts as her body went rigid with pleasure. 

He was a fool to not have claimed her earlier. But he wouldn’t suffer that mistake again. Taehyung lowered her body, lining himself up with that vibrating hole again. He pulled her against his cock, and it was so easy. “Look at you, love. You can take me so well now,” hee spoke in a growl as he continued to pull her against him. 

Red’s moans grew in crescendo as he continued those deep paced thrusts. “That’s right, made for me. Just for me. Only for me.” The thought of claiming her had kept him depleted at night when she wasn’t around. He had planned it all out at one point. Where he would do it, how long he would spend making love to her after it. 

There would be time for that, soon. But for now? He pulled her up so she settled into his lap. “You have to finish it, Red.” His breath began to hitch, he was already running on fumes. He tilted his head to the side. “I-I won’t last much longer. Finish it.” Those golden eyes focused on her. “Make me yours.” 

He pulled her harder, faster, until she dug more half-moon indentations into his shoulder. He could sense she felt the itch in her gums, pulling her gaze to the length of his neck. To that part of the shoulder just above his clavicle. Her body bounced, nipples erect and sliding against his skin, as she leaned forward. 

“Red, please, can’t hold it.” Taehyung sounded desperate as his fingers dug into the flesh of her ass. Lewd squelching noises, their combined moans, the world was just for them. Red opened her mouth and bit down hard on his shoulder. 

The sound that left Taehyung was triumphant. He clung to her in fierce desperation as he exploded inside of her. She tumbled off a third orgasm, clinging to him just the same. He couldn’t understand the reason for the tears filling his eyes. She ran her tongue across the bite and he felt it. The tingling sensation of completion that had him ready to hold her down again. He fell to the side, bracing her with an outstretched arm. 

Suddenly, the night seemed alive with sound. Taehyung looked at the woman in his arms. She smiled for him and then everything went dark.

Sweat dripped from Yoongi’s chin as he continued to slave away in front of the furnace. His arm pumped the large bellow up and down as he focused on forging something in the orange and red flames. It was the one thing he knew would keep his mind from drowning in the dark thoughts that continued to plague him since his sister left to travel through the Fae Wylds. It was the only act that kept him rooted to the spot as he sent his niece away to chase after her mother. 

Forging iron kept him from taking up the sword to assist Taehyung in the conflict that he knew awaited the wolf on the other side. The Wylds were not kind. Not anymore. Because he was aware of the pact Cardia was planning to make with the forest. She was intent on rousing the wylds to be her protector and now the woods would be perilous with the hunger for blood and meat; a tribute that no longer was required for centuries.

It would take a long time for the Wylds to fall back into a peaceful slumber. A very long time.

Orange sparks flew in various directions as his hammer fell on the hot iron resting on the anvil. The loud clang of the hammer melded with Yoongi’s grunts with each strike. He was almost lost to the melody and rhythm of his swings until the distinct rustling of grass and snapping of twigs pulled him from the raucous orchestra he was creating. A loud hiss issued as he set the slab of iron into a nearby pool of water, the steam rising in waves and washing over his shoulders and back.

Gripping onto the hammer, he waited for the person to reveal themselves. When they did, Yoongi dropped it immediately and all but ran to their side.

“Cardia!” 

His sister flashed him a weak smile before stumbling against him. He felt her grip tighten as she curled her fingers into the fabric of his shirt. Yoongi tucked a few stray hairs from her face and behind her ear, framing her cheeks in his hands as he lifted her chin a measure so he could look into her eyes. The weariness was clear in her eyes and while there were no physical injuries on her person, it was clear that she’d been roughed up a bit and haphazardly patched together before being sent home.

“So,” he began, his tone as soft as he could manage so as to mask his mounting anger, “how did it go?”

“They said that you could return if you wished.” Cardia smiled, tears leaking from her eyes just seconds before she closed them. “You’re welcome at one of the other courts. You don’t have to go back to the Summer Court and your powers would be given back to you.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, letting out a scoff. “I’d never dare dream of it.” He carded his fingers through her hair. “Besides, I’ve lived the last few decades on this side of the Veil. I’m content to stay.”

“B-Brother,” Cardia stammered out, her eyes widening a measure, “does that mean that…?”

“Of course. Someone has to stay and make sure you’re taken care of.” Reaching down, he grasped her hand in his own and began to pull her toward the house. “Especially if we wind up adding another member to this household who may need a bit of acclimating to village life.”

His sister laughed, nodding her head as they entered the house. “Yes, you’re right.” 

Indeed, it was going to get a little bit more crowded and louder in the home. But it would be filled with the noise of laughter. As a home should.

Red focused all of her energy on tending to Taehyung’s injuries. The last of the bandages were wrapped around his biceps and wrists. Thankfully, his head wound healed the fastest and was no longer weeping blood. It would take a little time for the rest of his injuries to heal, but she had faith that there would no longer be any other form of conflict to enter their lives for a very long time. 

It was her eternal wish for the future she longed for with the wolf.

Taehyung’s calloused fingers rested over her knuckles, bringing her out of her thoughts. She looked up at him, seeing the confusion settle over his brows and she smiled. But she didn’t know what words to speak so she abstained from speaking altogether.

“Does something trouble you, Love?”

Shaking her head, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and took comfort in the warmth and security his arms brought her each and every time. Had she taken these arms for granted for so long? She would not make the same mistake again in this lifetime.

“Not at all.” Red pulled away from him a measure, resting a hand against his cheek. “But we should probably get going.”

Taehyung canted his head slightly, his bewilderment remaining etched on his features. “Where are we going?”

She smiled. “Home.”

It wasn’t hard for Red to understand why he was lost. But it was past time for Taehyung to make his home in a place that wasn’t temporary. Wolves often roamed because they didn’t have a pack. They continued to wander until that sense of community was forged. Then they could serve as the protectors of that realm, of that community, and would no longer seek out a purpose for their existence. 

Red realized, now, that the reason Taehyung always wanted to leave and wanted to leave with her was because he felt like he belonged with her. He yearned for that feeling of belonging. Now Red knew the means in which to give him that purpose and it wouldn’t just involve her.

“Let’s go back to the village, Taehyung.” Clasping his fingers in her own, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Let’s go home.”

Just as Taehyung’s lips parted, Aithne appeared in the windowsill and meowed in their direction. “Are you two ready to go?” The cait-sidhe gave the two of them a knowing feline grin. “Your family is waiting for you.”

Red lifted Taehyung out of the chair and laughed, a sound she hadn’t heard coming from herself in what felt like a very long time. There was a content expression now painted over Taehyung’s face just before he pulled her into his arms. 

“Yes, you’re right,” he whispered into her ear, “let’s go home. Together.”

Now it was time for them to truly start living their lives. They would have their own adventures. They would always be together from that moment forward.

Because that would be their happily ever after.

F I N

[thebiasrekkers]

Call You Mine [MYG]

Plot: "I never regretted the day that I called you mine..." 

A Min Yoongi/Agust D one-shot. 

That's it. That's the summary. I have nothing else to say. 

Happy Birthday Min Yoongi!

Rating: PG // SFW

Genre: fluff | romance | idol romance | one-shot

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: None

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Word Count: 1,912

AN: Wee. It’s late. I’m late. I’m always late. Who’s surprised? Not me. Happy Birthday Lil Meow Meow! All reblogs, critiques/reviews, comments and affection are accepted! Happy reading!

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"Who are you?"

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"Your breathing shifted just now."

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. That was how he always responded when you asked him that. Was it because you knew him so well? Or were you just anxious? Maybe it was a mixture of both. Either way, it was something you didn't want to admit aloud.

Not to yourself. Not to him.

"Does it matter?" he asked. 

Of course it mattered! 

You didn't respond, determined to get your answer first.

He flashed you a mischievous grin, a bit of his silver fringe falling along the bridge of his nose. "Why don't you guess?"

You felt your lips pulling into a pout, mustering what patience you had to not smack his bare chest with all the strength you could manage this late in the night. Even in the low light, he must have seen the disapproving look you were giving him. Lifting one hand up, he lightly poked your forehead and you whined at being teased. You knew he did this to get a rise out of you. He also knew how important it was for him to give you an answer.

It bothered you how much he always dragged his feet on this matter. The more logical side always reminded you to have patience. This was his own personal game that he liked to play with you. Sometimes he would win. Sometimes you did. 

No one was really keeping score anymore.

You didn't want to guess. You didn't feel like playing this game tonight. To showcase your intent, you roughly pulled from his side and flipped over on the bed to turn your back to him. This must have surprised him because he didn't start laughing at your reaction. In fact, the bed was absolutely still - your breaths barely audible in the dark.

Warmth touched the flare of your hip as he placed his hand there. You tried not to relish in his touch, but it was difficult. After everything you'd gone through to get to this moment, it was only self-inflicted pain to ignore him. Part of you knew to stand your ground. The other part was willing to give in to his advances.

Because you loved him so much. Because you loved all of him…so much.

“Hey,” he called softly, reaching over your stomach and pulling you close to his body, “remember when we first met? At that bar in that one town?”

You bit back a scoff. Like you could forget. He never made it easy for you to, even if you wanted to. 

You kept silent, not wanting to cater to his need to hear your voice. To hear how, even now, you found yourself in an endless loop of falling in love with him each and every single day. To him, you were a lifeline for survival. To you, he was the reason you pushed through your tiresome work week.

The bar was crowded that night. It was an average Friday evening. You were out with friends, hitting the town and it was the third bar on the stop of your group’s infamous “bar hops”. Nothing was special about that night. It was just the end of another long work week for you. Another end of being a faceless number down a long hall of cramped cubicles and endless phone calls. A moment’s reprieve from jittering printers and raucous fax machines.

Two days of escape from being a nameless paper pusher in a seemingly endless cycle of meaningless.

He walked through the doors with his entourage - exuding purpose and power. They were celebrating another successful performance and chatter about said performance was the first thing you heard as they burst through the door. You watched him go straight up to the bar and buy it out, saying everyone’s drinks for the rest of the night were on him.

You envied his smile. You envied his “can do” attitude that dripped from every square inch of his body.

But it was his freedom that made you jealous the most.

You weren’t wearing anything particularly fancy that night. A pair of acid washed jeans stuffed in combat boots, a loose sweatshirt that hung off one shoulder. Hell, even your hair was in a messy up-do. After all, you weren’t looking for an easy score that night. Your plans to get laid were the furthest thing from your mind.

Yet there was no mistaking the way he zeroed in on you. Out of all the patrons in the bar, you were the one he decided to nail his focus to. You were the one who somehow managed to get his attention.

So, what should have been a night of blissfully getting toasted with your friends turned into something much different.

Feeling his lips against the nape of your neck, you felt your breath hitch slightly as his mouth moved to speak. “I asked you what you were doing for the rest of your life.”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that burst from your chest, causing you to curl up into a ball as you covered your mouth. It was one of the most absurd questions you’d ever been asked. Who even asked something like that in this day and age? What you were doing tomorrow? Sure. What you were doing next weekend? Of course.

The rest of your life, however, held a different weight altogether.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing tonight,” came your amused reply as you lowered your hands from your face. You still refused to look at him. “That’s what I said.”

The memories were flooding in quickly. His looks. The low dulcet sound of his voice. Even the cute little lisp he had when he spoke excitedly about something. His hair was a different color back then; jet black with an undercut. 

Everything changed in that one conversation. 

Despite his big spending at the bar, you knew he wasn’t well off. Not yet. But he had big dreams. He had drive. Money didn’t grow on trees and his dream would yield fruit if it prospered. Music, however, was such a shaky basket to throw all of your eggs into. But his passion and determination made you believe that he was telling the truth; that nothing would stop him from succeeding. He was determined and there was a small part of you that wished for his success. Somebody needed to grow wings and fly.

But the conversation didn’t take long to reverse back to you. On to your current occupation and your overall distaste with how things were going in your own life. It was a dead end road. You knew this. Somewhere along the way, you even accepted it. Some people were paper pushers and others were the stars that people could admire from afar. You had no place in that world. Your meager complaints and tiny goals could hardly hold a candle to the strength of his burning ambition.

That’s what you believed in the beginning.

You should’ve known better. 

After his friends and yours all got together to finish the bar hop for the night, your groups eventually wound up near the outskirts of town at a park. The drinking, laughter and flirting continued. He was never far from your side and neither were you from his. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, his hand found its way into yours, holding it close. Your lips touched soon after and it was a magical moment.

That was the beginning of the end for  you.

Days rolled into weeks. Weeks into months. You looked forward to the weekends not to escape the dreary worklife you found yourself trapped in, but to see his performances in underground venues and fringe shows. The energy he exuded from the stage was intoxicating and the cheers from the crowd as he pumped them up was contagious. It only took a few shows and you were screaming and hopping around like an idiot like the rest of them.

Afterward, your groups would meet again to drink and celebrate in the success of the show. It wasn’t embarrassing for you all to run through the streets, screaming and shouting as the thrill of the night cloaked you from head to toe. Bottles of beers in your hands, you ran through crowds and stumbled down stairs in hopes of catching the last train home. You both cuddled in a drunken haze together as everyone talked all over one another - wrapped up in their own conversations.

It was only then that it became apparent that the person you were slowly falling for had two personas. One for the stage and one for when it was just the two of you. Sometimes they bled into one another. Sometimes they were kept far apart from each other.

Agust D and Min Yoongi.

As his success continued to build, your anxiety mounted - worrying about where your place was in his life. More months passed and the venues started to change. You knew there was a chance you wouldn’t be able to go to a performance because it was in the middle of the work week. Or maybe it was too far for you to travel. You couldn’t risk taking off of work for something “trivial” like a concert performance. That’s what your managers would say. They would belittle you for inconveniencing the rest of your co-workers. 

You had an image to maintain.

When he showed up on stage with silver hair, you knew that it was time. Agust D was rising to a level of stardom you wouldn’t be able to compete with. Fans cheered and remained loyal. Fans who were willing to drop any plans they had to hit the road and support their idol. They’d been around far longer than you had; had been cheering for him during a time when you didn’t even know he existed. 

It was the life he’d chosen; one you knew was going to take wing.

How were you supposed to stay close beside him? How were you going to continue to nurture this thing that existed between you both?

Feeling his arms wrap around your bare stomach, he pulled you even closer. You could feel his heartbeat slowly bumping against your shoulder blades. Yoongi pressed a kiss behind your ear, one of your weak spots, before allowing his tongue to glide along the curve of your jaw. You resisted the urge to moan at how he made you feel, both in that moment and every moment before now.

“I never regretted the day that I called you mine…”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, blurring your vision. Part of you wanted to curse him for his words. For his way with words. But that was how he always was. On the stage or off, it didn’t matter. It was his answer for any worry that threatened to smother you into a dark pit of no return.

Slowly, you turned in his arms. Yoongi’s eyes peered at you, his brows furrowing with concern despite the smirk playing on his lips. 

“Do you know the answer?”

That was the answer to your question. It was always going to be the answer.

Lifting your arms up, you wrapped them around his neck and leaned in, your lips barely touching his. “You’re Min Yoongi…” This time, you could feel your own smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “...and you’re mine.”

[thebiasrekkers]

Shadow’s Birthright | MYG

Chapter 06: Convergence

Plot: Riding in on thunder and lightning, two princes are born. But a crown cannot be shared. It can only be worn by one and one alone. The hands of man have separated the brothers, allowing one to live in wealth and comfort inside the palace while the other grows up among commoners. But Fate cannot be destroyed by the hands of man. A shared destiny reunites the brothers; one to become a king who descends into madness and the other will rise as a dragon whose journey has only just begun in order to claim a crown he does not desire to have.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: series | historical!au | fantasy!au | angst | romance | drama | tragedy

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Lee Yoon) x Female OC (Kalina Shuri)

Warnings: Historical setting, caste system, magic/sorcery, graphic violence, disturbing graphic images, religious tones, angst, slow burn, smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 01 02 03 04 05

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Word Count: 4,065

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P.S. Please bear in mind that while the historical accuracy will be mostly correct, I am setting this in a time period in Joseon history where there was no such thing as a king who had a twin brother. Obviously that’s where the fiction/creative freedom is going to come in. Everything else will be period accurate, trust and believe.

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“Things do not happen. Things are made to happen.” - John F. Kennedy

Yoon greeted his parents with the Crown Princess at his side. They both bowed deeply as they heard the King and Queen laugh in delight. The Royal Consorts also received bows from the Crown Prince and Princess. Finally, they turned and were given bows from the princesses and princes of the Royal Court. The officials and guards, as well as the rest of the palace staff, were present for the opening ceremony to celebrate Crown Prince Yoon’s first international liaison. 

When they were finally dismissed, Yoon took his seat next to the Crown Princess, waiting for food and wine to be served. Various voices of praise and congratulations were given to Yoon, to which he simply nodded his head politely and smiled while returning his own charming forms of gratitude. He allowed the Crown Princess to serve him a cup of wine and he, in turn, also served her. Merriment and good cheer surrounded the palace.

It made Yoon sick to his stomach.

The conversation he had with his Father-In-Law still didn’t sit well with him. At his own behest, he politely reminded Minister Jang that he should keep his small-minded ambitions to himself. He didn’t need to drag the Crown Princess into his mess. Regardless of his own personal feelings, Yoon held a deep amount of respect for his Princess. Jang Chae-Ok had no ambitions or selfish desires for wanting to be Crown Princess. She was simply a childhood friend to Yoon who always remained faithfully at his side. 

The Crown Princess was not blind to his relationship with Kalina. But she also did not question it. It was from this show of her character alone that Yoon promised he would not take a Royal Consort when he became King. He owed her that much for her understanding.

“I wish that I could accompany you, Your Highness.” The Crown Princess’s voice was sad, matching her expression. 

He reached out to grasp her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It will be a long journey. It is no place for a Crown Princess.” Yoon smiled. “I will be back before you realize I’m gone.”

She sighed. “I will miss you greatly.” She placed her hand over his. “Do be careful.”

“I will, Crown Princess.”

A loud gong resounded, drawing everyone’s attention. All conversation hushed as the head of the Artisan school approached. He bowed deeply while the others waited with anticipation for his announcement. 

“Members of the Royal Court! We are here to celebrate the Crown Prince’s upcoming journey. We wish him great fortune but before he traverses out in the world, we want to be able to ease his worries and give him memories to hold on to as he travels to Ming. Things that he will be able to keep close to his heart and treasure if he should ever become homesick.” 

Yoon smiled, despite his own internal dark thoughts. He loved his country. He loved his people. The skills they mastered in order to have these small moments to showcase their talents were clearly battles within their own houses. Some performers and artists had better skills than others, hence why they were allowed to appear at the forefront. Others were still in training to be able to climb up in the ranks along the way. 

He secretly admired the drive that pushed these individuals along. Everyone had dreams, goals, and ambitions. People’s reasons for doing anything were threads that bonded everyone together to achieve common goals. No matter how small or big, they were to be appreciated. Even if one could not voice these appreciations aloud. 

The Chief Artisan gave a wide gesture, spinning on his heels as the performers made their way into the grand courtyard. “We hope that our performers, both within the palace walls, and those who have managed to make their ways from the streets, will be able to soothe your soul.”

Everyone applauded as Senior Artisan stepped away, allowing for the in house performers to showcase everything they’ve practiced for days. Curiously, Yoon hummed to himself at the mention of street performers entering the palace. If they were skilled enough to gain the court’s attention, there was a good chance they would be given slots to enter the performance schools within the palace halls. It would be a golden opportunity to change their livelihoods for the better.

He was keen to see just what they were made of.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

Jimin clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth, silencing Taehyung’s whining. “Hyung-nim is filling in for Namjoon Hyung-nim.” His eyes narrowed. “Surely you don’t expect him to wear the dress, do you?”

Taehyung pouted. “No, but still!”

“Besides,” Hoseok cut in, patting Taehyung’s shoulders roughly, “we all memorized multiple parts in case something happens. We only had time for Hyung-nim to learn one. Stop being difficult.”

Yoongi smirked, shaking his head while readjusting the waistband to his costume. The large rosary that hung from his neck was heavy and the boots were a little bit cumbersome, but bearable. He would be able to switch his shoes out when it came time for the tightrope routine. Jungkook and Seokjin fawned over him, making sure he looked as proper as he could in performance gear. 

Namjoon appeared, holding out a red and black demon mask to him. “I gave it some new paint earlier so it should be dry now.”

Taking the mask from him, Yoongi cradled it in his hands. “Thank you, Namjoon-ah.” He scratched at the cloth headband. “What will you be doing during the performance?”

“I’ll be narrating and helping the musicians out. Percussion, mostly.” 

“I see.” Yoongi eyed the mask, taking note of the large white fangs protruding from the mouth carved into the wood. 

Because of the depth of the role, he wouldn’t be able to take his mask off during the entire performance. Beneficial for him, but he hated that Namjoon wouldn’t be getting any credit. Yoongi knew how hard they all must have been preparing for this particular performance. A small measure of guilt wormed its way into his heart, but Namjoon’s laugh brought him out of his thoughts. 

“Now I feel even more terrible, Hyung-nim.” Yoongi saw the concerned look on Namjoon’s face, even though he was smiling. “Seriously, you’re doing me a favor. I feel bad enough. If you keep looking like that, I’ll think I’m completely worthless.”

“I’m sorry, Namjoon-ah.” Clearing his throat, he nodded. “You’re right. I shouldn’t be feeling like this.”

“Thank the heavens you’re wearing a mask.” Taehyung pushed his headband up a little more. “Otherwise the audience is going to think you’re guilty of some crime.”

“It’s just nerves.” Jimin flashed Yoongi a reassuring smile. “Right, Hyung-nim?”

All he could do was give a small smile. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Hayan Geutop Troupe?” An unfamiliar voice pulled all of their attention. They saw someone dressed in official robes motioning toward them. “You’re up next.”

No one could hide their excitement. This was the first time any of them would be entering the palace. Each of them were given temporary passes to gain access. Once inside, they all made sure they were looking their best. The sound of joyful laughter and music rumbled through the courtyard, causing Yoongi’s heartbeat to elevate with excitement.

“Hyung-nim!” Jungkook gently nudged Yoongi’s back. “Your mask! Don’t forget to put it on!”

“Oh. Right.” Yoongi slid the large Demon mask over his head, making sure the cloth headwrap covered every part of his neck from view except the front. 

The sound of loud drums rang out through the courtyard. It was a little bit difficult to breathe with the mask on, but not impossible. If anything, Yoongi was more concerned with the mask falling off by accident. But Hoseok assured him that the bands were secured and redesigned to fit his head perfectly. It wouldn’t come off unless he pulled it off himself.

Admittedly, his nerves were a little frayed. Being around so many people at once, as well as so much noise, was teetering him toward sensory overload. But he continued to remind himself that he had a job to do. He just needed to get through the performance and then he could continue exploring the Crown City to his heart’s content. They were set to ride back out to the mountains at first light.

He hoped the shops would still be open before the lanterns were lit.

The large drum was hit, signaling for everyone to settle down. Yoongi took another breath, waiting for their group to be announced in front of the Royal Court. His vision was limited through the small holes in his mask - the rest of the world shadowed on either side of him. He could hear his own breath in his ears as he tried to peer out in front of him. But he wasn’t sure what he was even looking for. There was a strange pull at his heart; a feeling he couldn’t quite explain. 

Like someone was calling to him.

No. Like multiple people were calling to him.

“Members of the Royal Court! I present to you a troupe of young performers who hail from the outskirts of the Crown City!” The Chief Artisan looked in their direction as some of the students in the palace artisan school helped to set up their stage. “The White Tower Troupe!”

There was a round of polite applause from all the members of the royal court. The other troupe members were helping to set up the first scene for their skit. Yoongi waited patiently, even though he offered to help. Taehyung and Hoseok insisted that he stand back and focus on the performance. It wouldn’t take them long to get the set pieces ready. Once everything was put together, Namjoon walked gently forward and bowed deeply to the Royal family seated at the large banquet table.

“Please forgive our lack of eloquence, Your Majesties, as we attempt to regale you with a story. It is one I am sure you are all familiar with, but allow us to perform it for you just the same.” He flicked out the large fan in his hand, a picture of a blue sky and a green field painted on it. “We humbly present to you...the Tale of Green Pearl and the Demon!”

Yoon felt Chae-Ok grab his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He cast a sidelong glance in her direction, noting the soft pink flush that tinted her cheeks. He knew it wasn’t from the wine but more from her excitement. He smiled as she met his gaze.

“Oh, I love this story!” She looked back out toward the courtyard. “I’m interested to see how they will tell it.”

“As am I.”

The bass drum resounded through the large space just as the troupe finished setting up for the first scene. The narrator who spoke walked off to the sidelines and took a seat on a plush cushion that was provided for him. Silence draped over everyone present as the actors moved to their positions. 

“Many years ago, there was a humble man who lived a humble life. He had a humble trade and a humble wife. The wife bore him two children. A son named White Fang and a daughter named Green Pearl.”

Yoon watched as the narrator spoke about each character. One by one, they all appeared - their faces concealed with wooden masks painted in eloquent designs. Lingering off to the side was an actor clothed in black, red and gold garbs - a demon mask covering his face. Yoon felt his heart beating a little faster as he gazed at the person, unsure of why this strange sensation was lurching in his chest. 

The narrator slapped his stick against the small drum cradled in his lap. “As the seasons changed and the children grew older, the father became ill. The wife sent for what physicians they could afford and the old apothecary said that there was nothing he could do. The wife was distraught, unsure of what would become of her or her children should her husband leave this world for his journey to the afterlife.”

“Seobang-nim! You cannot leave us like this!” The wife sobbed beside the husband, cradling his hand between her palms. “What are we to do without you? How are we supposed to live?!”

“Don’t worry, Mother,” said White Fang as he placed his hand over his mother’s, “I will find a way to cure Father. I will travel across foreign lands until I can find the medicine that will save Father’s life!”

Again, the narrator struck the drum. “White Fang left to search for a cure for his ailing father, leaving his mother and sister behind.”

Yoon watched the person portraying Green Pearl moving toward the backdrop meant to pose as a wide open field. A lone tree stood off in the distance where she clasped her hands together and prayed. 

“Gods of Heaven, I beseech you! Please help my father. Please find a way to help him get better!” cried Green Pearl as she lowered her head, all but sobbing into her hands.

Heavy drums beat softly, signaling an ominous transition. Yoon watched as the actor portraying the demon slowly moved forward, until he was mere feet from the Royal Banquet table. The Demon whipped his head around to face the Royal family, causing everyone to lean back and gasp. 

All except Yoon.

Maybe it was the optical illusion of the mask, but he swore that the demon was looking directly at him. His heartbeat escalated, a soft thunder against his chest, and he waited for the demon to speak. There was a line here. Yoon remembered it. A line where the demon spoke to the audience of his wicked scheme.

But the demon said nothing. All he did was stare. Had the actor forgotten his lines?

“A demon heard Green Pearl’s cries, intrigued by her earnest wailings.”

The narrator cut through the silence. This seemed to wake the demon up, causing him to swiftly shuffle back a few steps as he threw his arm out in a dramatic flourish. 

“The sweet sound of sorrow nourishes my heart,” the Demon exclaimed, curling his shoulders forward. He pressed a hand against his face, fingers gliding over the white fangs on the mask. “It is the sound of easy prey. How I have longed to devour such a miserable soul!”

He heard the Crown Princess gasp as the Demon ran forward, leaping into the air and landing on the tightrope with amazing ease. Yoon quirked a brow, internally admiring the actor’s swiftness and balancing abilities. The Demon leaned forward, slinging his legs out until he was hanging upside down from the rope. 

Green Pearl took a sharp intake of breath, clutching at the front of her dress. “W-Who goes there?”

“A humble and curious Demon. But nevermind me, Sweet Child.” The Demon spoke in a cooing and sweet voice. “What seems to be ailing you? What causes you to mourn so?”

“My father is ill and there is no way to save him. My brother has left to travel in hopes of finding medicine to cure him.” Green Pearl turned away from the Demon, looking off in the distance. “I mourn for my family and what is to become of them should my father pass.”

The Demon laughed, swinging his body so that he was now sitting upright on the tightrope. He rested a hand on his knee and leaned forward, drawing Green Pearl’s attention once more. “This is a simple problem with a simple solution.”

“It is anything but simple!”

“Oh, but it is!” The Demon hopped onto the rope, bouncing up and down in a playful manner. “Because I know how to save your ailing father!”

Green Pearl stepped toward the tree, her hand reaching up toward the Demon but she was far out of his reach. “What do you know? Please, tell me how to save my father!”

The Demon bounced on the rope a few more times before dismounting, landing just a few feet away from her. He placed his hands behind his back and paced, not really bothering to stray too far from her but not coming too close. “There is a flower that grows in the western mountains. It is said that creating a potion from this flower can cure any illness.” He spun on his heels just as Green Pearl tried to approach him, causing her to halt in her steps. “But it is an arduous journey. Many have died trying to claim this flower.”

“Can you guide me to this mountain?” 

The Demon circled her, his steps slow and measured. “What will you give me if I decide to lend you my aid?”

“Whatever you wish to claim from me, Sir!” Green Pearl fell to her knees. “No boon is too great when it comes to saving the life of my father!”

The Demon knelt down before Green Pearl, lifting her face to meet his. “You will become my bride. That is the price you must pay if you wish to obtain my help.”

“If marrying a demon is the trade we are making, then I would marry you a thousand times.” 

The Demon pulled Green Pearl up onto her feet, a hearty laugh bursting from his chest. “Then come! Let us be off! The day grows shorter and the journey will be that much harder for you when the night comes.”

A gong and more heavy drums rang out as the Demon and Green Pearl exited the stage. Troupe members hurried to change the set backdrop to suit the next scene transition. 

“So Green Pearl and the Demon hurried toward the Western Mountains. The journey was, indeed, arduous. Many perils crossed their paths, but the Demon protected Green Pearl every step of the way. The harshest trek, however, was the path leading up toward the mountains. Wild animals impeded their path. Even the cold mountain winds attempted to blow the two off the krags so they would plummet to their deaths.”

With each scene change, a linen drape with a painted landscape was swapped. The serene music fit the pacing of each scene and the narrator’s strong voice pushed the actors to continue through the skit. Yoon knew this tale very well. Yet watching it unfold in this manner made the story seem brand new. He was particularly drawn to the Demon, unable to shake the tremors in his heart as the masked performer’s moves seemed fluid and natural.

“Finally, Green Pearl and the Demon reached the top of the mountain peaks. There was the mythical flower the Demon mentioned. It was a rich purple in pigment, the stem a soft green and nestled among a cluster of clovers. In the snow and cold temperature, there was no way that any vegetation should have flourished, let alone this single flower.”

Green Pearl reached for the flower, preparing to dig it up from the earth. Suddenly, she was stopped by the Demon’s harsh pull at her wrist. “W-What are you doing?!”

“Do not forget your promise to me, dear Child.” He pulled her flush against him. “You are to be my bride the moment your father is well. And not a minute later.”

“I haven’t forgotten our deal, Demon!” Green Pearl pushed away from him. “We must hurry back quickly!”

A soft bell tinkling sound issued from a row of wind chimes. The Demon laughed, grasping onto Green Pearl and jumping up toward the tightrope. Everyone watching sucked in their breaths as a stream of dark blue fabric followed after them. The Demon dragged Green Pearl behind him as the actors portrayed him using his powers to help them travel quickly. The two actors almost appeared to float across the thick line of rope.

“The Demon used his powers to transport Green Pearl and himself down the mountain. When they reached the foot of the mountain, they instantly moved through the fields. Within minutes, they were back in Green Pearl’s humble village. He safely brought her home and Green Pearl wasted no time preparing the flower into a medicinal tonic for her father.”

Green Pearl appeared next to her mother, holding out a wooden bowl. “This tonic will help Father. Please, we must hurry!”

The Wife started to feed the potion to the ailing Husband. In minutes, he started to rise up from his bed. He held his wife’s hands and she threw herself into his arms. 

“Husband! You are well!” she cried as her husband held her close. 

He laughed, stroking her back. “Yes, I am well, Pu-in. But tell me, what has helped me come back from the gates of the Underworld?”

“I traveled far to retrieve a flower that is said to cure any illness.” Green Pearl hugged her father’s neck.

“A flower?” He tilted his head to the side. “How did you come to learn of this flower?”

Green Pearl lowered her head. “A Demon told me. He guided me to the Western Mountains and I plucked the flower from the highest peak.”

Both the husband and wife looked at each other, clutching at their chests. The father reached out for his daughter’s hands. “You foolish girl! How could you make an agreement with a demon?!”

“Don’t you know that a deal with a demon only breeds disaster?!” The mother shook Green Pearl’s shoulders. “You have sold your soul to the Underworld!”

Green Pearl pulled herself away from her family. “I’m sorry!” She ran out of the house where the Demon was waiting for her. “We must hurry!”

The Demon grabbed her hand in his. “Let us leave this place!”

“Stop right there, you foul trickster!” The Father appeared, brandishing a wheat sickle. “Release my daughter, this instant!”

The Demon laughed. “The deal has been made, Human! You cannot break the contract!” 

The sound of a gong exploded over the courtyard, causing the Demon to gasp. When he looked down, there was a sword plunged through his stomach. As he turned, the assailant stepped forward to push the blade through his gut even further. The Demon reached out with a bloodied hand toward the one who attacked him. 

“B-Brother!”

White Fang ripped the sword from the Demon’s body, causing the Demon to fall to his knees. His head hung low and Green Pearl was instantly at the Demon’s side. He finally collapsed to the ground and Green Pearl clung to his shivering form. 

“What have you done?!” she screamed as the Demon continued to tremble in her arms. “Why did you strike him?!”

“It was a Demon, Green Pearl!” White Fang dropped the sword from his hand and the satchel from his back. “They only breed misfortune!”

“Y-You fool,” sputtered the Demon, “I would have given her a good life.” A trembling arm lifted as he pointed at White Fang. “Because of your actions, you have now condemned your sister to death.”

“What?!” White Fang dropped to his knees. The husband and wife hurried forward. “What lies do you speak, Demon?”

The Demon turned to look up at Green Pearl. “I will not be able to give you a life you deserve.” He touched the side of her face. “But I will be able to stay with you in the Afterlife. Always.”

“I am sorry for the cruel nature of man! Forgive me!” Green Pearl sobbed, burying her face in the Demon’s shoulder. “I will see you on the other side.”

And then the Demon’s hand fell limply to the ground. Seconds later, Green Pearl collapsed next to him.

Silence filled the courtyard. No one spoke. Hardly anyone took a moment to breathe, Yoon included. 

It was broken the minute that the King began to clap. The Queen soon followed until everyone at the Royal Banquet table rose from their seats and applauded. Yoon was still stunned, but he, too, clapped. The actors remained where they were - unmoving. However, the narrator stepped forward and bowed deeply to them. The tragic scene remained, but the story’s message still lingered in the air. 

Even a Demon was deserving of love and a person could see beyond the surface to one’s true heart.

But when promises were broken, a terrible fate would await. 

[thebiasrekkers]

Seconds

Pairing: Wonho x Reader

Type:  Drabble

Genre: Smut

WC: 179

Warning:  cunnilingus

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“H-Hoseok..” It was hard to breathe, let alone function. Her hands gripped the bars of the headboard. The veins protruding from her neck as her body convulsed again. His biceps bulged as he held her in place. Her toes digging into his shoulders made him push even harder.

The loud, lewd, and wet noises went staccato with her screams and moans. His fingers dug into her thighs as he pulled her back to his eager mouth.

“Hoseok, my…god!?” Her body arched as he lapped hungrily at her body spilling slick pleasure. She managed to wriggle out of his grasp with a cry. He willingly let her go as he stood. There was that laugh, that light-hearted, almost joyous laugh. She hated it - with a passion.

Her eyes traveled from the Armani jeans hanging lazily from his hips up to the length of his body. She caught his face just as he finished licking her from his fingers.

“Yummy.” He popped the button on his jeans as he crawled onto the edge of the bed. “I think I want some more.”

[thebiasrekkers]

Pillow Talk

Pairing: Joohoney x POC Reader

Type:  One Shot

Genre: F2L, The one that got away, Smut, Pining [ithink], Fluff [ifyousquint]

WC: 2.6k

Warning: unprotected sex.

A/N: What do you do when your friends are feeling down in the dumps? You write them sawft comforting things with their kpop support boys. So, I did this for Admin E and she said I could share. The italicized words are the lyrics to the song partly responsible for this squishyfluffyinlovejooheon stuff. 

Song: Pillow Talk by Novelties

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She was on his mind again. They were friends, the best of friends - cliche, right? The kind of friends that were connected at the hip each and every time they were near. The kind of friends that comforted the other when their hearts damaged. It was a ritual as old as time, as old as both of them. 

Their dreams took them in different directions. He had a fever for the idol life. He had a raw talent for words and rhymes. His style was unique and unlike anything that existed in the industry. He could do it - reach out and snatch that dream in his fist. She believed he could do it.  

But her dreams took her to the US. During the initial training phase, he couldn’t communicate with the outside world. 

And there wasn’t a day that he didn’t think about her.

Every night and every day

Then he debuted. It took a short period of time to gain traction. His group had been put together in front of a nation, after all.

He invited her to their first concert. They finished the first part of their set, standing in front of a crowded stadium. Light sticks sparkling in a sea of fan love. He bit into his bottom lip scanning the faces and banners. And then he saw her. 

One of the members was busy talking about how excited they all were. The world seemed to quiet as their eyes met. She offered the slightest of smiles wiggling her fingers in greeting. He didn’t understand the shock, honestly. Why wouldn’t she come? And she was still as beautiful, to the point he felt his heart beat a little harder.

I think of what we could be

When he finally reached out to her after the communication restriction lifted? He was frightened. There was some free time for them finally. Jooheon spent it pacing and watching his phone. While Shownu and Kihyun were fine to let their main rapper wait to come to them? Minhyuk, unfortunately, was not that patient.

“Jooheon-ah, you’re going to walk a path into the floor.” He teased watching the other man pace with occasional glances to his phone. Minhyuk was busy perfecting his selca angles. Jooheon’s brow furrowed as he slowed his pace. 

“Hyung, please. I’m already nervous as is.” He chewed the tip of his finger between his teeth. Minhyuk looked over his own cellphone. It wasn’t like Jooheon to be so impatient, so ..nervous. He pursed his lips as Jooheon flopped on the couch next to him. The rapper’s ringed fingers slid through his bleached hair. 

Min sighed turning to clap a hand on his shoulder. “Go on. Tell me about her then.” Jooheon looked up too quickly, validating his assumption. “Just tell me.” Jooheon’s shoulders slumped and he spilled his pent up beans. 

It took an hour for Jooheon to talk about the one that got away. That if he had a Muse on two legs? It was her. That he hadn’t stopped thinking about her the whole time they were training. That he hoped to make this dream come true. So he could reach her in a way that he couldn’t before. That he felt he had waited too long to reach out to her. 

That he couldn’t think of not having her in his life. 

You and I, we’ve got that thing

Minhyuk listened quietly almost energized by the passion oozing from Honey’s words. How the Rapper’s whole body was animated by the thought of this woman. He couldn’t help the sly grin that creased the corner of his lips. Jooheon groaned, his head dropping into his hands. 

...and then his phone beeped. 

No one else can make me feel.

He scrambled from the couch to pick it up. The familiar name flashed across the screen and suddenly? He lost his nerve. “It’s her! It’s...It’s her!?” He held the phone as if it was burning his skin. Minhyuk practically hissed as he shot up from the couch.

“Answer it, babo!” Min had a hand on his hip and the other flailing toward the younger member. “Straighten yourself out and answer it! Or you really will regret it later!” He stomped his way out of the studio hoping Jooheon would regain his nerve.

He took a deep breath and finally accepted the call. “Hey.”

There was a momentary silence, then a shuddering breath. “H-hey, is this - if it’s a bad time?” 

“N-no! No, it’s fine. I was hoping I’d hear from you.” He relaxed, sinking into his chair. “...I’m glad to hear from you.” 

She bit her lip listening to the sound of his voice filter through her speaker. “I’m glad you - I mean…” Another soft sigh. “I really missed you.” 

He couldn’t fight the dimple deepened smile that spread across his face. “I missed you, too.” A flick of his wrist to glance at the time. “Are you busy tonight? I want to see you.” There was an audible sound of surprise from the other end. He smirked, “Well, do you?” 

“U-uh, y-yeah. I do. But, is that ok? You won’t get in trouble, right?” Concern peppered her voice, but his laughter eased her fears. Just a bit. Only a little bit. 

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. Tell me where you’re staying.” And she did. It was much later when he was finally able to leave the dorm. She wasn’t that far away. Close enough that an excuse for a night run shouldn’t put him out of place any longer than usual. 

All he could think about was everything he wanted to tell her. All the time he missed that he wanted to regain. That nice leisurely jog turned into an almost desperate run within half a mile of his destination. He didn’t feel the burn in his lungs as he stepped into the elevator. 

He felt like he was on auto-pilot by the time he reached her door. He licked the top of his lip before exhaling slowly. 

She could hear him breathing on the opposite side of the door. Her fingers clutching the fabric of her shirt to quell the tremble in her fingers. What was she going to say to him? What would they even have to talk about? 

Could she ever tell him…?

You fix all my pieces

Could he ever tell her…?

I want you

Would they even be the same? 

I need this

Jooheon knocked gently, three soft raps upon her door. It took a moment to move her feet forward, trembling fingers undid the latch and locks. The door turned, parting slightly, til a pair of green circle-lenses looked up at him. “Hey.” 

“Can I come in?” He could feel that hard thump in his chest again as she smiled - and stepped aside. 

“Please do.” He brushed by her in a haze of heat and cologne. She closed the door gently behind him. She could feel him lingering there behind her. His frame blocking the light behind them. She turned slowly, keeping her back pressed against the door, to stare at him.

He had gotten taller, even more so, since last time. He filled out in the shoulders, his arms were impressive even beneath that hoodie. He was so different, yet still the same. It brought a smile to her face to see him healthy. To see him well.

Just...to see him.

“Jooheon.” She said his name like a gentle caress, and he lost all reason. He advanced, too quickly, pinning her to the door and her hands above her head. His breaths were deep as he inhaled her scent on quivering lips.

Love the way you say my name

“Say my name again.” His tone was gruff, hinting the edge of a growl. Hinting the very edge of his restraint. “Tell me you missed me.” His eyes squeezed shut tight. The sound of their staccato breathing was so loud in the silence of this moment.

I got no more secrets.. ‘cause all night I dream about you.

“Jooheon.” She sighed against the side of his face, trying to lean further into him. She couldn’t help herself, the warmth of him. The feel of him against her and the emotions welling inside of her. “Bogoshipda..” 

Love how you say you miss me

Tears. 

They were hot and they burned. His grip on her hands eased as she meshed her fingers with his. Neither one knew who shed them first. Their visions blurred as their foreheads touched. “I missed you, too.” He shattered into a thousand relieved pieces as she pressed her lips against his. A tentative brush, a testing of the waters, that had her tongue slipping over his bottom lip. 

He felt his muscles tighten at the delicate motion. “There wasn’t a day that went by…” A groan as she got bolder. Soon she was edging him backward, his hoodie unzipped so she could touch him. He tore it off and it fluttered into a chair. His fingers toyed at the edges of her t-shirt. She had to practically get on her tiptoes to kiss him fully. 

He was done toying around at that point. They were a flurry of lips, limbs, and untapped passion as they landed on the bed. He pushed pillows against the headboard, shifting her body upward. He couldn’t count how many nights he had wanted to do this. How many times she had brought her broken, shattered heart to his doorstep. How many times he want to kiss away her sadness. How many times he wanted it to be *him* that she laughed for. To be *him* that she smiled for. He wanted to own all of her good, her bad, and be the barrier between anything that would bring her low.

Her fingers interlocked at the nape of his neck as he paused. “What is it?” She asked him whisper-quiet as he processed all of her beauty. 

“I never thought..” His brow furrowed as his hands dug greedy possession into her hips. “...that this moment would ever come.” His pants hung by a prayer to the expanse of his hips. His knee pressed deeper between her legs causing a moan to roll from her throat.

“I didn’t want to keep you from your dreams, Jooheon.” Her fingers slid against the side of his face. “...and I was an idiot to try to and worry about whether I would get in the way, or ruin our friendship.” She bit her lip as her eyes glittered with unshed tears. “...you were the best thing for me.”

Scared of love but it’s ok...

He shook his head with a soft sigh. “You were my dream. I felt like if you were with me? Anything was possible.” He covered her body with his. Braced on his elbows he moved a curly strand of hair from her face. “...even from thousands of miles away. It was always you.” 

See the side of me no one's ever seen

All day and all night

Pillow talk.

“It’s always been you. It should have been you from the start.” Her hands fell away to cover her face. He healed her every heartache, just so she could turn around and get hurt again. Because she was running from the things she felt. Because she didn’t want him to lose the fire of his dream. Because she thought it was for the best - a lie she told herself for one year too many. 

Is this what it feels like?

His world stilled as the truth left her lips. The whole, complete, truth that he had known for so long. She had been in love with him. He hadn’t read her wrong. And he was right to keep up hope. Jooheon moved her hands away from her face wearing that boyish grin. “It took you long enough.” A rapid bewildered blink of tears before she started to laugh. His smile grew until his eyes seemed to sparkle. 

“Kiss me.” She looked up at him with desire so blatant his mouth went dry. He suddenly looked at her again, really, looked at her. Her hair was crimson-hued in the lamp, spread against the pillows. Her curves fit right into his hands. Need twirling his insides into a loop as he crushed his mouth to hers. He wasn’t gentle as he removed what clothing was left on her body. Rearing back on his knees he finally got to see all of her. There was a moment where she let the back of her knuckles rest on her lips. Her free hand moving to cover perceived imperfections had him growling. 

“Don’t.” His chest heaving as he held onto the dregs of restraint. “Don’t you dare hide from me.” He winced as she moved her hand away. She was luscious and soft, a temple of curves that he would worship for as long as he could. She watched Jooheon slide back to the edge of the bed. His fingers tucked into the waistband of his pants one moment, flung to the chair another. 

He sprung up hot, velvety, and hard as he continued to stare at her. Memorizing each freckle, every inch, and the birthmark on her thigh. He grabbed her ankles tugging her forward to meet him at the lower part of the bed. She leaned up on her elbows as he dropped to his knees, letting her feet dance on the top of his shoulders. She felt every swipe of his tongue and every pinch of his teeth down the inside of her leg. Each leg. He tortured her with his mouth along her skin, breezing over ache between her legs. He let her taste settle on his tongue before finally pulling her even closer. His fingers digging into her thighs as he let his tongue slide against her sex. 

The contact had her gripping the bed for dear life. The sound that she made pushed him onward. He had the whole of his mouth covering her, devouring her as if she was the most sacred elixir. That the taste and scent of her would heal all his woes. He could feel nails scraping his scalp as he feasted. And he didn’t stop, even though she cried out. He held her tighter as she struggled against his mouth. He could feel her pulse dancing under his fingers. He heard her call his name, a hoarse whisper. He heard her breathing intensify as she moaned his name in a rush. He felt all the blood rush to his head when she shook violently as his tongue rolled over her clit. She felt him loosen his grip and she scrambled back toward the head of the bed. Her skin was flush, her nipples peaked, and he could see the goosebumps littering her skin. 

Jooheon crawled onto the bed like a tiger eyeing his prey. She was thrilled and adrenaline-fueled as she felt the need to run. He moved between her legs unable to hold himself back any longer. He grabbed her by the waist holding her steady as he slid inside of her. Crushing his mouth to swallow her cries as he buried himself to the hilt. Her legs trembled as she locked her legs around his waist. 

You and I -  we’ve got that thing

No one else can make me feel

Scared of love but it’s ok

Love the way you say my name

Love how you say you miss me

Is this what it feels like

No words were needed. No words could have been spoken. There were no words in any language that would have been able to quantify the sensations that moved them. The road to eternity stretched farther and farther with each thrust. Her fingers dug in, crying out, and scratched down his back as her hips lifted to meet his one last time. He flexed into those nails a hoarse sound leaving him as he felt himself go lightheaded. His pulse quickened as he filled her, clutching her body close. 

He rolled to the side, keeping his arm around her. 

Sweating. 

Breathless.

Complete. 

All his dreams had finally come true.

                             Is what it feels like to fall in love?

[thebiasrekkers]

Shadow’s Birthright | MYG

Chapter 00: Prologue

Plot: Riding in on thunder and lightning, two princes are born. But a crown cannot be shared. It can only be worn by one and one alone. The hands of man have separated the brothers, allowing one to live in wealth and comfort inside the palace while the other grows up among commoners. But Fate cannot be destroyed by the hands of man. A shared destiny reunites the brothers; one to become a king who descends into madness and the other will rise as a dragon whose journey has only just begun in order to claim a crown he does not desire to have.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: series | historical!au | fantasy!au | angst | romance | drama | tragedy

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Lee Yoon) x Female OC (Kalina Shuri)

Warnings: Historical setting, caste system, magic/sorcery, graphic violence, disturbing graphic images, religious tones, angst, slow burn, smut

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,128

Tag List: @luxekook​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @stillcopingxx​, @taevkimchi​, @aroseforyoongi​

AN: I’ve teased you all enough with this. I’ve been doing it since Yoongi dropped that damn MV (you all know it by now, don’t act like you don’t). And now here we are. Me. Again. Teasing you with a prologue. But it will be worth the wait, my loves. It will be worth the torture that I am about to put you all through. Because it’s a story I think needs to be told. I know I’ve seen some one-shots out there, and while that’s great, I want to put my Korean History knowledge through the ringer and really put you guys on a roller coaster. If you love this story, show it love. I’m writing this because it’s a story featuring a subject I’m passionate about and one that I will put all of my heart and soul into. Just like with Make It Right. So I present to you the start of this journey, this trilogy series (yes, I said it) full of heartbreak, magic and love.

P.S. Please bear in mind that while the historical accuracy will be mostly correct, I am setting this in a time period in Joseon history where there was no such thing as a king who had a twin brother. Obviously that’s where the fiction/creative freedom is going to come in. Everything else will be period accurate, trust and believe. 

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“The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain.” - Dante Alighieri - The Divine Comedy

Thunder rumbled across the skies as a pained scream tore through the night. 

Hurried footsteps echoed through the palace halls as maid servants and eunuchs piddled about. Some carried brass basins full of water, others had armfuls of fresh linens. Royal physicians moved in and out of the White Lily Pavilion, urgency in their steps, and everyone was talking at once.

“The water isn’t hot enough!”

“Are those fresh linens?”

“The tonic is almost ready!”

“She’s sweating far too much!”

“We need another pillow!”

“Her legs are swollen. We need cold compresses!”

“Elevate them for now!”

“Her Majesty needs some water!”

Suddenly, there was a sharp gasp from one of the maidservants as an approaching eunuch appeared, followed by a small entourage of soldiers, eunuchs and handmaidens. She stumbled forward when another servant ran into her back, nearly knocking the fresh basin of water from her hands.

“His Majesty, The King, has arrived!”

Those who were able to, prostrated themselves before the king immediately. He wore deep crimson robes with golden dragons embroidered on the sleeves and chest. The topknot was held together with a golden ornament that resembled flames - a dragon pin pushed through to hold the item in place. His eyes were wide, full of concern, and burned a rich umber that was reflected from the crack of lightning that lit up the sky.

“How is she?” he asked as the royal physician approached, wringing his hands clean of blood. “It’s been hours!”

The Royal Physician sighed, sweat beading out over his forehead and nose. “It is a difficult labor, Your Majesty. Truthfully, I’m worried about Her Majesty’s safety.”

The King glared at him, causing the doctor to flinch slightly. “If she dies, I will have your head. Do you understand?”

The physician bowed deeply, as did his assistants. “Forgive me, Your Majesty. I will do everything in my power to ensure that the Queen has a healthy delivery.”

Suddenly, one of the maid servants appeared, a smile on her face. “The baby is breaching, Sir!”

The Royal Physician made haste, following after the servant and back into the pavilion. The King watched, his hands locked together as he began to silently pray for the safety of both his Queen and his child. His eunuch and bodyguard sidled up on either side of him, whispering encouraging words to help ease his anxieties. 

After what felt like hours of listening to the doctors and servants yelling encouraging words to the Queen, a shrill yell of agony broke through the night. On the tail end of the scream, a baby’s cry could be heard. The King felt his legs give way and he was held up by his attendants as he laughed in relief. But just before he was allowed to enter his Queen’s chamber, he heard something concerning.

“My Lord! Another one! Another child is pushing through!”

“What?!” the physician yelled, confused. This concerned the King, but since the Queen was still in labor, he was not granted entrance into her chambers. “Bring more linens and fetch Her Majesty’s tonic! Hurry!”

More urging words were given to the Queen as she continued her labor. The tension was so thick in the air that it could be sliced completely in half with a sword. Every so often, an attendant would tap at the sweat collecting on the King’s brow and temple. The storm that threatened to rain down on them continued to make itself known until another young voice pierced through the sky.

The King didn’t bother halting his steps as he all but ran toward the entrance of the Lily Pavilion. He kicked off his boots and his sock-clad feet thundered against the polished wood flooring. Two servants quickly slid the doors open to allow the King to enter the Queen’s chambers. His haggard breathing escalated when he saw his Queen’s complexion was even paler than when he’d last seen her. The servants and physicians quickly moved aside to allow the King to situate himself at her bedside. 

“Choon-jung,” he whispered, his hands immediately moving to grasp her own as she reached out to him, “you did very well.”

Tears leaked from her eyes as she smiled weakly up at him. “Cheon-ha,” she managed to croak out, her dark bangs clinging to the sweat on her forehead and cheeks, “forgive your servant for her lack of grace.”

“Nonsense.” He stroked her cheek with as much affection as he could without allowing his emotions to overcome him. “You must rest now, my Queen. It has been a long night.”

“Your grace is immeasurable.” Again, she smiled. For a moment, all they did was look at each other. Finally, she huffed out a breath and craned her neck in different directions. “The Royal Physician?”

“I believe he went to go fetch your tonic, my Queen.” The King watched her nod again. Just as he was about to speak, two maidservants appeared. Each of them were holding thick silk blankets; one gold and the other emerald green. The King’s happy mood slowly grew dour. “Are they princes or princesses?”

The two servants seemed to sense the tone shift in The King’s expression and voice. They both looked at one another before lowering their heads solemnly. When he slammed his hand on the floor, they immediately fell to their knees while cradling the children and prostrating themselves at the Queen’s bedside.

“Forgive us, Your Majesty!”

“My King,” called his Queen, attempting to soothe his ire, “please, you must remain calm.”

“Are they princes or princesses?” He asked the question again through clenched teeth. He would not ask a third time. 

One servant lifted her head to meet the King’s harsh gaze, gasping and then dipping it back down again. “F-Forgive your servant’s insolence, Your Majesty,” she stammered, clinging to the emerald blanket for what he could only assume was out of comfort, “they are both healthy princes.”

“Dojin-ah,” the King called, his hand already extended out in waiting. His bodyguard approached and placed a small dagger in the King’s palm. The two servants huddled even closer together as the King stood. “Which of the princes was born first?”

The Queen sat up fully, arms flying outward to cling to the lower half of the King’s robes. “Cheon-ha! I beg you to show mercy!” She tightened her grip on the silk fabric and he could only flash a pained expression as he stared into her fearful eyes. “They are your sons, My King!”

“You know that I cannot do that, Choon-jung,” he replied softly, his brows furrowing, “twin sons will only create turmoil in the Royal court. I do not want my sons fighting over the throne in the future. Nor will I have them be used as tools by any of the noble factions to obtain more power for themselves.” 

Tears spilled from the Queen’s eyes and her hands slowly slid from his robes. He knew that she couldn’t argue with him. It wasn’t her place, and even if it were, she had no counterargument to dissuade him with. Reaching down to stroke her cheek, he gave her a silent apology with a mere look. He slowly unsheathed the dagger, his gaze hardening as he looked back at the two maidservants. 

“Which of the princes was born first?” he asked again, pointing the tip of the dagger in their direction. “Do not lie to me or I will take your lives from you. Do you understand?”

The girl holding the golden blanket shuffled forward on her knees, holding the child swaddled inside out to the King. “This is the first-born prince, Your Majesty.”

He hummed, turning to face the servant holding the emerald blanket. “Give me the child.” Her head shot up and she turned a frightful gaze to the Queen. For a while, all the Queen could do was avert her gaze. “NOW!” The King’s booming voice shook the young servant girl from her frozen state and she slowly stood to approach the King.

When the child was placed into his arms, the King looked down at the young prince. His hair was jet black and his complexion was a bit red from having been brought into the world finally. The child fought sleep for a few seconds before he blinked up a set of dark, curious eyes at him. The King’s heart skipped a beat when the child sputtered a tiny giggle and smiled at him. 

For a moment, the King of Joseon believed he would not be able to do this.

Before he could stop her, the Queen was up on her feet and wrenched the child from his grasp. She stumbled backwards, landing hard on her bedding. Her hair and robes were completely disheveled and her servants were immediately at her side as they began to straighten her appearance as best they could. Clinging to the child, she glared harshly up at the King.

He sighed. “Choon-jung,” he said slowly, his eyes narrowing, “do not do this.”

“I cannot let you kill him!” She pulled the baby up to her cheek and buried her face into the blanket, sobbing openly into it. “I will not let you do it!”

The King hated seeing his beloved Queen in this state. For as long as they’d been married, before he’d even been crowned King of Joseon, he simply wanted to live a fulfilling life with his wife. They’d tried many times over the years to bear children, but to no avail. And now, when they were finally granted a miracle from the Heavens, they were instead cursed with two sons. 

He’d never wished for the twins to have been princesses more than in that very moment.

Again, the Queen reached out to cling at his robes. He knew that she was desperate and he wanted nothing more than to grant her every wish she desired. But bloodshed often ran rampant in the palace. It took place when he was a child many years ago. He didn’t want that life for his sons. 

“Please, My King! If you must deny this child’s existence, then send him away!” Seeing her tear-stained cheeks upset him and he slowly lowered himself down to her. “Please don’t kill our son. I’m begging you!”

For a long moment, no one said anything. The only sounds that could be heard were the tiny coughs and sleepy sneezes of his sons. Finally, he sighed and lowered the dagger at his side. He could not win against her.

“Very well,” he said, causing her to release another sob; this time from relief. 

His bodyguard, Dojin, was about to retrieve the dagger. But before he could get his hands on it, the King shot his arm out to snatch his son out of the Queen’s arms. Before she could stop him, the King brought the dagger’s blade down on the child’s face. Blood wept from the right cheek and the infant screamed in pain. The Queen’s own screams intermingled with the noise and while it hurt his heart to do this, he knew that it had to be done. 

He rose to his feet, handing both the dagger and the child to Dojin. “Take him, Dojin-ah. Take him and leave the Capital at once.” His bodyguard blinked, holding the child close to his chest. “You are not allowed to return unless summoned. Do you understand?”

Dojin’s lips parted slightly. “B-But Your Majesty…” 

“He is your son now, Dojin-ah.” Reaching into the sleeve of his robe, he pulled out hiding inside of his palm and shoved it into the silk belt wrapped around Dojin’s waist. “When the time comes, give this to him. You will know when.”

He watched his bodyguard and dearest friend frown. “Your Majesty…”

“This is my decree.” The King placed his hands on Dojin’s shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Go. Go now!”

He watched Dojin lower his head sharply and then hastily made his retreat just as the Royal Physician returned. He looked over his shoulder curiously and the King quickly swept his arm out across his body. “The Queen only gave birth to one son. That is what the entire Kingdom will know from this day forward.” His eyes narrowed as the servants and physicians all looked between each other. “If I so much as hear a whisper of anything else within these palace halls, I will bathe the royal gardens with your blood.”

Sharp gasps and hushed whispers were thrown between everyone. The King stomped his foot, commanding for silence. “Am I making myself clear?!”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” All the servants lowered themselves, their heads bowed deeply to hide their faces. “Your grace is immeasurable!”

[thebiasrekkers]

The Witching Hour

Pairing: I.M. x Reader

Type:  Drabble

Genre: Smut

WC: 570

Warning:  unprotected sex 

A/N : poem /spoken italicized words are mine. Blame IM’s Horizon for this.

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“Tell me something pretty.” The robust depth of his tone spreads thick into the room. The eternal burn of monitor light makes shadows dance. She lays, naked, draped in crumpled sheets and the scent of him lingering.

He breathes a moan leaning back in the chair. “Tell me something magical.” He’s an enigma with his head rolled back. She’s enraptured by him, by his request, sitting up to contemplate the mysteries buried beneath the inky fall of his hair.

You breathe life into the universe. The stars light by the fuel of your magic. The lids of his eyes are suddenly heavy. They start to lower as she speaks. He can hear the shuffle of the sheets as she approaches. I can feel you inside of me like a supernova.

He feels the blood rushing through his body, and before he realized it? He was pulsating hard and ready to burst. I feel you explode new beginnings into my soul. Her voice was sing-song; a moan of sound.

Her nostrils flared at the scent of heat rising from his skin. A musky scent as the flex of his forearms gave an indication of what he was doing. His lips were parted on slow, shallow breaths. She felt warm, moist, and fuzzy as her fingernails scraped the expanse of his shoulders.

You drape yourself in colors of deep space. But you reflect the wonder of a complex nebula. His breath hitches at her proximity. His hand moves faster, the quiver of his skin felt under her fingertips. A new galaxy born and ripe for …exploration.

You are uncharted territory. He shakes with a deep groan. Her eyes glitter as she reads the signs of his body. A lone explorer called into the great beyond by endless curiosity. She sees the furrow in his brow and the quickening of his pulse.

His mind ran rampant with the imagery she spoke. The colliding planets, the deep mystery of the night. The thrill, the rush of adrenaline, at the mere thought of creating such beauty. It called to his poetic soul. He could feel it bubbling inside of him. His hand moved over that pulsating beast between his legs. He was so close to his own supernova his toes curled.

That’s when she made her move. His hand pulled away, too easily, as she blocked the light from the monitor. His face contorted as that sensation lingered at the tip of his tongue. She held his hands down against the chair. He could see the trail of moisture sparkling along her inner thigh.

She held him fast in the cool of her fingers with a devious smile. It was easy for her to maneuver herself into that chair with him. She leaned down next to his face. Her lips brushing the soft stubble on his cheek.

And, I, am the hungry black hole… She spoke as she lowered herself over him. Taking him in all the way, oh so, slowly. His eyes popped opened; his hands reaching greedily for her hips. Her voice was a moan as she held him within the confines of her body. A body rippling orgasm traveling from her toes to the tip of her head.

..that will devour you…

He came with a grunt as he bucked under her. His vision blurred as he dug black painted fingers into her skin.

Oh, look…

He did see stars.

[thebiasrekkers]

Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Additional Warnings: Graphic depiction of torture, graphic physical violence, captured/kidnapping, major character death

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 5,133

Tag List: @prisczero​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali​, @shrimpmsg​​,

AN: And it all goes downhill from here, Ladies...

Chapter 51: Begin

“I can’t stand you crying. I want to cry instead, although I can’t.”

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Seoul – Samseong; Gangnam District South Korea

9:45 AM

Jungkook was three steps from heading to the insane asylum.

One step represented each day that he hadn’t been able to track Eden down.

He barely heard the words of comfort that Jimin was giving him. He knew that it had something to do with it not being his fault, but how could it not have been? He hadn’t heard from his wife in three days, assuming she got wrapped up with family affairs and was too busy to check in on the first day. The second day had him concerned that she’d gotten hurt. By the third day, Jungkook was at his wit’s end.

Only to find out that she’d been snatched up before she ever got the chance to leave for Daegu. He shouldn’t have put her second to his job. He shouldn’t have let her leave their house to go to the train station alone.

He shouldn’t have let this happen.

The image of Eden’s beaten form in the video clip was branded across the forefront of his mind. Hoseok was angry, determined to track down the Jade Fang members who’d done this. Jungkook was angry that they were still part of the equation. They should have been eliminated years ago.

It wasn’t like they weren’t aware of what Im Changkyun was capable of. They’d seen the vicious things he’d done while they were Jade Fang members themselves. He didn’t think it was necessary to attend district meetings, feeling the rest of the bosses were beneath his standards of proper mafia leadership. Hoseok was his only equal and it appeared that he continued to see him as such.

Divine Intervention prevented Jungkook from leaving the house that night and storming the stronghold of the Jade Fangs alone. He would have burned every single one of their businesses down; he was determined to do so. Jimin escorted him home that night and there was a parcel waiting at home for Jungkook. His brother made him a drink and when Jungkook opened the package, he collapsed on the floor and cried until he could barely breathe.

It was a gift Eden prepared for him for his birthday – a handmade model of his dream car. Seated in the car were miniature figures of Eden and himself. He didn’t remember passing out. He didn’t remember Jimin tucking a blanket over him. He could only remember Eden’s face, smiling as they shared breakfast together the morning she was taken.

“Jungkook-ah,” called Jimin, pulling Jungkook out of his inner musings. There was concern painted over his brother’s face and he took a breath, waiting for him to continue. “I think we’ve covered everywhere here.”

Jungkook said nothing. Instead, he pulled out the small notebook he carried with him and scratched out Gangnam from the list. For two and a half days, they combed every single section of Gangnam they could. There was a part of him that knew that the Jade Fangs wouldn’t be so arrogant to hold her hostage in their former territory. But there was also a part of him that could reason Im Changkyun doing something so ridiculous as a form of “poetic justice” against them.

To him, the Golden Jackals never disbanded.

“What about the others?”

Jimin sighed, leaning against the driver’s side door of the car. “They’re hitting the other areas. Hoseok called in some favors from the other district bosses to let us through.”

All Jungkook did was nod. There was something off about this whole situation. Very off. There shouldn’t have been a single obstacle in the way of the other district heads when it came to taking over their territories. Yongsan and Gangnam were completely up for grabs; Hoseok said as much. Jungkook could only guess that Changkyun’s influence prevented them from stepping a single foot into their turf. He more than likely was determined to get Hoseok and the others back so they could do a mass district takeover.

“I don’t like that Tae Hyung went off by himself,” he suddenly said, meeting Jimin’s gaze.

“Yeah,” he replied softly, “I don’t either.”

Jungkook frowned. “He still hasn’t checked in yet?”

“No.”

He didn’t want to prod any further. Jimin was probably more worried about Taehyung than any of them. While it was unsurprising that he went off on his own, it was unlike him to not have checked in by now. Taehyung wasn’t a morning person, which was why they all knew that he hadn’t slept while he was on the hunt.

Then again, none of them were really sleeping.

A soft ache throbbed at Jungkook’s temple. He pressed a hand to his chest, taking a small amount of comfort in feeling his wedding band dangling from the necklace chain. He didn’t know how much longer he could handle not knowing what was happening with Eden.

“Hyung, I—”

“She’s fine, Jungkook-ah.” Jimin’s words sliced through his own, as if he’d already predicted what he was going to say. When he met his brother’s gaze, he saw the reassuring smile tinged with just a hint of worry. “If I know her, she’ll make them regret the day they decided to take her.”

“Not before I do.”

Suddenly, Jimin and Jungkook’s phones chimed simultaneously – indicating they received a message. Both looked at their phones immediately and Jungkook felt his heart rate escalate. It wasn’t a matter of him losing hope as seeing the message renewed his vigor.

It was from Taehyung.

Taehyung: I found her. She’s near Namyangju in Gyeonggi-do. Somewhere in the Industrial District. I’m heading back now.

Jungkook looked at Jimin the same time he did. Without uttering a word, they flung the doors open to the car and hopped in. Jimin fired up the engine and punched it, speeding out of Gangnam. Jungkook stared at his phone as more messages came through from the others. It didn’t take him long to figure out that they were closer to that location than everyone else. It was a half an hour drive, traffic willing.

They’d get there first.

10:17 AM

Namyangju – Gyeonggi Province South Korea

Jungkook felt like it took them a hundred years to get to their destination. With every mile marker they passed, it brought him one step closer to finding Eden. One step closer to bringing her home. He clung to the smallest shreds of his willpower not to scream at Jimin to drive faster. They didn’t need to get into any kind of accident before they reached her.

Jimin swung the car into an empty street, the desolate district eerie even in the morning light. Jungkook tumbled from the passenger side, all but tearing his seatbelt from his body in the process. Jimin called after him, but he paid him no mind. His legs ate up the ground as he ran headlong into the central area of the decrepit buildings.

No one lived in the abandoned sections of the province anymore, but the government hadn’t bothered with tearing it down. His hope began to dwindle, realizing just how expansive the district was. It would take them hours to find her at this rate.

Resisting the urge to scream, he slowed to a jogging pace before stopping altogether. Running around blindly without a single clue as to where to look would get him nowhere. They were just wasting time. There was even the chance that the group would up and relocate themselves before they could even have a chance at finding them.

Eden would be lost forever.

He heard Jimin run up behind him, clapping a hand to his shoulder. Jungkook did his best to tether his scattered thoughts, chasing away the worst possibilities from his mind. He needed to calm down and think.

“There were a few cars parked near the back,” he said after catching his breath, “we might need to go up top to get a better idea of where they might be.”

Jungkook nodded, pointing straight ahead. “I’ll head to that building down there. Text me if you find anything.”

Just as he was about to take off, Jimin grabbed him – halting his movements.

“No, we stick together.” Jungkook opened his mouth to protest, but Jimin’s glare quickly silenced him. “If something happens, we won’t be able to do anything alone. We’re stronger together.”

While he wanted to argue, he knew that his brother was right. Even if splitting up would help them cover more ground, there was a good chance that they wouldn’t have a way to defend themselves if they got caught in a sticky situation. Jungkook did his best to push down his mounting impulsivities. Charging in blindly was foolish and would most likely get them killed.

“Alright, Hyung,” Jungkook said, relenting, “let’s go together.”

Not wasting another moment, they tore off down the center of the district – eyes rapidly searching in every direction their necks would allow them to turn.

10:32 AM

Minutes crept by at a snail’s pace.

Jungkook did everything he could to keep his head together. There were too many horrifying images playing rapidly in his head, like a flipbook that ended in blood splatters. Jimin stayed at his side, matching his pace as well as his fervor. Every so often, they would stop to peek into various buildings. They climbed up to higher vantage points to get a better lay of the area, dipping off to resume their search.

Everything looked so dead from the inside out.

A scream tore through the vast emptiness, causing Jungkook to trip over his own feet and he came crashing to the ground. Jimin was immediately beside him, grabbing him by the arm and hoisting him back up. Jungkook’s heart pounded double-time in his chest; it hurt. A cold sweat broke out over his skin and he couldn’t stop his body from trembling, even though Jimin rubbed small circles on his back.

“E-Eden,” he barely managed to croak, his legs shaking to the point where it was difficult to stand. Jimin continued to hold him up. “That was her!”

The sound was close.

Jimin said nothing. He continued to guide them along the path, turning around corners until he heard his wife scream again. It was even closer. They were almost to her!

He felt his brother release the hold he had on him and Jungkook involuntarily sagged against the side of a building. He didn’t know where they were or how deep into the district they’d gone. Jimin’s expression was focused and if he was feeling any sort of turmoil, it never showed. Not once.

The building they were pressed against was yellowed from age and neglect. Numerous cracks ran along the sides and bits of paint were peeling back; some pieces flying away from even the slightest gust of wind. The window had a long crack running from an upward angle to the corner of the pane; dirty and smudged. Jimin wiped a hand across the bottom to get rid of the dirt so he could see inside. Jungkook sidled up beside him to peek in as well.

He could feel Jimin’s vice-like grip on his shoulder, pinning him in place. Jungkook’s vision blurred momentarily before regaining focus, zeroing in on the image of his wife strung up like some animal. There were a few lackeys around and appeared to be bored – as if they were waiting for something interesting to happen. Jungkook felt the muscle at his jaw throbbing viciously as he clenched his teeth, grinding them in anger.

He wanted a gun. He would have emptied a clip into every single one of them.

Jungkook tried to move, but Jimin wouldn’t let him go.

“Hyung!” came his harsh whisper, but Jimin shook his head roughly.

“Wait, Jungkook,” he hissed back, finally letting him go, “just wait.”

“I can’t, dammit!”

“You can and you will.” Jimin’s words were final. “We don’t even know what kind of weapons they have in there. If Changkyun’s willing to play dirty like this, there’s no guarantee that his men won’t fill us full of holes with guns they obtained illegally.”

Jungkook wanted to protest, but he knew that Jimin was right. They needed to assess the situation fully before making a move. If they ran in there blindly without understanding what they were up against, there was a chance that Eden would die in the crossfire.

“So what now?”

Jimin continued to look through the window and he could see the wheels in his head turning. Strategy was his strongest suit so Jungkook did his best to be as patient as possible. A handful of seconds passed before he turned to meet his gaze.

“I’m going to go in from the front.”

“What?!” Jungkook gave him an incredulous look. “That’s crazy. Are you crazy?!”

“Shut-up and listen to me.” Jimin turned to look back through the window. “I’m going to draw their attention to me. This window is loose so as soon as I get them to chase me, I want you to go in and grab Eden and then get the hell out of here.”

He didn’t like this plan.

“There’s ten of them, Hyung. Maybe more. You can’t outrun them all.”

Jimin grinned, still peering into the building. “I can try.”

Jungkook grabbed his shoulder. “Hyung!”

He felt his arm being yanked off abruptly, causing him to take a step back. Jimin cast an icy glare in his direction.

“Do what I say.”

He wanted to protest again. He wanted to tell him that this was suicide. They should wait for the others. Wouldn’t that have been the smart thing?

But if they waited too long, then they may miss their chance. The Jade Fangs could probably swarm them, call for more men, and then overtake them completely. Jungkook knew that the plan was the best option they had right now.

It didn’t mean he had to like it.

Without waiting for him to agree or even disagree, Jimin turned and ran down one side of the building. He rounded the corner and disappeared on the other side, leaving Jungkook alone to wait. There was a distinct feeling of dread sweeping over him, telling him that there was danger to watch out for. But wasn’t that obvious? Didn’t they understand that, knowingly showing up to this place?

This was unavoidable.

A loud bang rang out inside the large interior. Jungkook peered over the bottom of the window, craning his neck as best he could. Light flooded into the dark space as he watched Jimin’s shadow stretching along the floor. All the men inside turned around, grabbing what weapons they had near them to launch an assault. Jimin immediately dispatched one of the lackeys close to the door before turning to run away from the building. All but two gave chase.

Now!

Jungkook thrust the window open, causing it to break further from the force. He leaped in through the opening and charged forward. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction caused by his entrance, Jungkook barreled into the man closest to him – taking him down with a swift grappling throw. The man landed on his head; a distinct crack heard from his skull smacking into the concrete.

He saw movement out of the corner of his eye, a flash of silver, and he dodged at the last second. Whirling his body around, he jumped back with his arms extended out as another man tried to hit him with a metal bat. Jungkook bobbed and weaved out of the way, moving just out of reach at the last possible moment. Pivoting on his back leg, he waited for the man to try to swing at him again before catching the bat in his hand and pulling it toward him. The man slid on his heels, the distance closing rapidly. Jungkook aimed a kick straight for his stomach and sent him flying.

He brought the bat down over the man’s head for good measure.

With the two men unconscious, Jungkook swerved around and ran toward Eden. He did his best to avoid looking at her injuries, not wanting to distract himself from the most important task he had: freeing her. As he looked at her restraints, he did his best to concentrate on her face. She was semi-conscious, the noise bringing her out of whatever fugue state she was in.

“J-Jungkook-ah?” She coughed. “Y-You shouldn’t be here…”

“Shh,” he admonished, his eyes flicking over her bindings, “save your strength.”

His hands moved with lightning speed, fidgeting over the ropes and chains binding her as she hung from a large hook attached to the ceiling. When he finally managed to loosen the ropes, he lifted her up by her waist so he could untether her from the hook. Her arms dangled limply around his neck; the chains clamped around her wrists jingling together with the sudden movement.

Her body lacked the strength to keep herself upright and she nearly collapsed to the ground. Jungkook held fast to her, moving her arms over his head so he could undo the chains around her wrists. He could tell she’d lost weight and she seemed almost a shell of who he knew her to be. He focused on getting her to safety – choosing to smother his fury into the pit of his stomach.

“Go,” she whispered as he held onto her, “get out of here.” She coughed again. “Leave me.”

“Not a chance in hell,” he snapped, draping her arm over his shoulder as he held onto her waist, “now come on.”

Jungkook wouldn’t hear anymore of this nonsense, even if it was coming from the woman he loved. She was barefoot, but there wasn’t any glass on the ground. If she didn’t think she’d be able to walk, he’d carry her on his back and dare her to say otherwise.

Shuffling toward the entrance, he could hear men yelling in the distance. But it sounded like it was getting closer. Jimin was circling back, probably to make sure that they’d gotten out. If they could hold out a little longer, the others would come and then they could cause a big enough scene to get the hell out.

Just as he reached the entryway, he turned to make sure the two men he’d dealt with were still on the ground. Satisfied that they weren’t going to be getting up anytime soon, he turned back toward the exit.

A shadow moved from the corner. Eden saw it before he did. Jungkook shuffled to the left. He was half a step short.

The pain didn’t register at first. All he could focus on was Yoo Kihyun who was now directly in his path to freedom. It wasn’t until he saw the older man take a step forward that Jungkook took a step back. But not of his own freewill. He was forced to step back.

The knife in his gut pushed him to move.

Eden screamed but he barely heard it. Jungkook nearly dropped her, but his stubbornness wouldn’t allow her to fall. Not in front of him; her captor. A chilling smile painted over Kihyun’s face as he tilted his head, peering into Jungkook’s eyes. It was like he was asking him what his next move would be without having to say it out loud. For a split second, Jungkook’s vision blurred.

Releasing the hold he had on Eden’s arm, he grabbed a hold of the knife and pushed back – pulling the blade slowly from his gut. Kihyun blinked in surprise at him, watching as he drew the older man’s arm away from his body while still holding his wife fast to him. Again, Eden screamed, but this time she moved with whatever strength was left in her body – arms reaching out in a feral manner.

She scratched her nails across Kihyun’s face, forcing him to reach up and cover his cheek. Jungkook stepped forward, pulling the knife completely from his stomach, before spinning it in his blood-soaked fingers to grasp the blade’s handle. Kihyun stumbled backward a step and Jungkook quickly closed the distance, plunging the knife directly into his shoulder and aiming a kick to his knee. He waited for him to hit the dirt before pulling Eden quickly behind him.

He didn’t have to express the need for urgency.

They both disappeared into a nearby cluster of reeds.

10:45 AM

Blood wept from the side of Jimin’s head as he rounded the corner of a building. He held onto a rusty metal pipe, clutching it at his side. He knew one of his ribs were broken, if not two, and there was a good chance he very nearly sprained his ankle hopping over a broken-down car to avoid being clobbered with a length of chain. He quickly did a tally in his head, making a note that he was able to knock down four of the eight that were chasing him. Two of them he tripped up along their pursuit and the rest were now trying to comb the nearby streets in search of him.

Hearing Eden’s scream forced him to double back toward the building where he’d left Jungkook. It wasn’t the sound of agony. It was of outrage. Something must have happened. He needed to get back to them and quickly.

Jimin wiped some of the sweat and blood from his head, spitting at the ground. Once his heart calmed down, he tried to ascertain his whereabouts. Just two buildings over and he’d be right back where he’d started.

Come on, Park Jimin. Calm down and focus.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he fished it out, eyeing the screen. It was from Yoongi.

Yoongi: We’re almost there! Where are you guys? Give us a landmark!

Taking a moment to breathe, he turned his head in every direction to try and gauge a decent landmark for the others to follow. There was a cluster of blue barrels far away from the abandoned buildings, just toward the edge where a large field of reeds were. He quickly texted him back, letting him know the location.

He slid the phone back into his pocket, gripping the metal pipe in both hands. Now he just needed to get back to Jungkook who, he hoped, had Eden in tow.

His phone buzzed again; this time in succession. Someone was calling him.

Dipping into a nearby building, he hunkered down in a shadowed corner to look at the phone. It was Jungkook. He answered.

“Jungkook-ah?”

“H-Hyung…”

Jimin could tell something was wrong.

“Where are you?”

“T-The…the reeds…”

He had to refrain from cursing. There were reeds in every direction. He took a breath to calm his nerves.

“What else do you see around you?”

There was a pregnant pause and he wondered if something was happening with the call.

Jimin-ah?”

It was Eden. His heart practically jumped into his throat.

“Oh, thank God he got you out. Are you alright?”

“Never mind that. Jungkook’s hurt.”

He could hear the frantic tone in her voice. Jimin tried to smooth his voice out in a way that would help take the edge off for her.

“Okay, just breathe. Can you tell me where you guys are right now?”

“I can’t really see anything. The reeds are so thick.”

“Can you see any barrels around you?”

“Hold on.”

It was only a few seconds, but Jimin felt like he was losing years off his life as he waited for her to answer.

“I can see some blue ones. But they’re far away.”

He resisted the urge to smile. They weren’t that far from his current location.

“How far?”

“Several yards. They’re across that dirt path.”

“Okay, good.” His side screamed at him from the position he was in, but he ignored it. “I want you to meet me there, okay?”

It sounded like she was about to sob which unnerved him.

“Can’t you just come here? Jungkook’s hurt badly and I don’t have the strength to carry him.”

Jimin hissed quietly to himself. I told him to be careful… He took a breath. “Alright, I’ll come to you. I’ll be there soon.”

“Hurry!”

Ending the call, Jimin slipped out the back of the building and made his way around the next bend. Part of him wanted to throw the pipe off in a different direction, hoping the noise would distract others away from his path. But if they got flanked, he’d need a way to defend Eden, Jungkook, and himself. Especially if Jungkook was as hurt as Eden claimed he was.

This isn’t good, he thought, tearing through the back alleyway and heading up the side of the street to disappear into the thicket of reeds.

10:57 AM

Even though he knew he’d only traveled a few blocks, it felt like he’d been moving for miles. Each turn he made, Jimin thought he was getting more and more lost. Every so often, he’d turn his head to look over his shoulder and spy out the buildings – making sure that he was still on a straight path to the others. He heard some of the other men shouting at each other, trying to figure out where they’d gone, and each of these times, Jimin would pause so that he didn’t give away his position.

Just as he was about to resume his search, he heard a distinct shuffling sound off to his right. It was close.

“J-Jimin-ah? Is that you?”

It was Eden. She sounded exhausted and halfway to the underworld, but it was her. Jimin quickly darted in the direction of her voice, parting the reeds in front of him as he went.

A lump of ice dropped in his stomach at what he saw.

There, cradled in her arms, was Jungkook. A large blood stain blossomed from his shirt and he saw Eden pressing his jacket to his stomach and putting pressure on the injury. She was crying, doing her best to keep her sobs nonexistent so they didn’t alert the others of where they were. She looked up, relief and despair battling for dominance over her features. Jimin dropped the pipe in his hands, his legs slowly carrying him toward Jungkook just as he spit up blood from his mouth.

“J-Jungkook-ah,” he stammered, collapsing to his knees.

Despite the obvious pain he was in, Jungkook flashed him a smile full of blood-stained teeth. “H-Hyung,” he managed to get out, albeit garbled from a mouthful of blood, “what took you so long?”

Jimin didn’t have the energy to snap back. He felt like part of his soul just left him completely. His eyes roved over Jungkook’s body, trying to figure out the cause of his brother’s current state. He lifted his gaze to meet Eden’s.

“What happened?”

“It was Kihyun,” she said weakly while brushing some of the fringe off of Jungkook’s forehead, “he came out of nowhere and—”

“That doesn’t matter,” Jungkook interjected, causing them both to focus on him, “Hyung, get her out of here.”

Another piece of his soul was pulled away.

“W-What?”

Eden shifted him in her arms, clinging to him in desperation. “I’m not leaving you!”

“Yes, you are.” Jungkook reached up to his neck, grabbing the necklace and popping it off in one quick motion. He smeared blood over his skin and clothes, holding it up for Eden. “Take it and go.”

She emphatically shook her head and Jimin could tell that even doing this was zapping her of what strength she had left.

“You bastard,” she muttered, curling her fingers into the fabric of his jacket, “how can you expect me to leave you? Huh?” Eden lowered herself, pulling him against her body to hug him close. “Till death do us part, remember?”

Jungkook did his best to wrap an arm around her, coughing more blood out and staining her shirt. “…and this…is where…we part.”

Eden shot back, looking down at Jungkook as tears streamed down her face, dripping onto his cheeks.

“J-Jungkook,” she stammered, her bottom lip trembling as her voice shook.

Again, he smiled up at her. “I love you, Eden.” He grabbed her hand and placed the necklace inside her palm, closing her fingers over it. “If…if I’m reborn, let me love you in the next life too, okay?”

Jimin could hear his own heart shattering in his chest.

“Hyung…take her and go.”

“But Jungkook-ah—”

“Please.”

Tears leaked out of Jimin’s eyes. It took everything he had, but he stood up and crossed over to where Eden was. She continued to hold onto her husband, refusing to let go even as Jimin tried to pull her up and onto her feet. She fought him but even she knew that she didn’t have the strength to keep it up. Jimin held her against him and they both gazed at the satisfied and peaceful expression on Jungkook’s face. He nodded to them, mouthing for them to go.

Jimin turned, hauling Eden with him as she wailed silently into the crook of his shoulder.

I’ll come back for you, Jungkook. I won’t leave you alone out here...

11:05 AM

He knew that it was only a few minutes since he watched Eden and his brother leave. In those few minutes, Jungkook believed it was several lifetimes. In those few minutes, he thought back to everything that led to this very moment. All the choices he’d made, the road he’d traveled, and the people he’d traveled on that road with along the way.

He regretted nothing up until that moment.

The only thing he knew he would have to repent for would be leaving his beautiful wife behind alone. They’d had a few chapters written in their life together, but they were pages filled with hopes and dreams for an uncertain future. Life never gave guarantees. The only certainty for life was death. It was the same for everyone.

The sun was reaching its peak over the skies. There were very little clouds littering the pale blue blanket above him and he wasn’t sure if it was the bright light that was making it difficult to see or something else. Jungkook lost feeling to the lower half of his body nearly two minutes earlier.

Again, he coughed and more blood sprayed from his mouth. Tears brimmed his eyes, slipping from the corners to seep into his ears.

My brothers…

Jungkook could feel his eyelids growing a little heavier with each passing second, but he forced them to stay open.

Eden…

But the darkness began to creep around the corners of his vision, blurring out the light until it was a faint glow in his line of sight.

He wanted to keep feeling the warmth of the sun on his face until the very end.

…until we meet again.

[thebiasrekkers]

Is this your floor?

Original Gif posted by @wonhogf 

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Pairing: Joohoney x Reader

Type:  Drabble

Genre: light smut

WC: 163

Warning: dirty talk, innuendo, elevator/semi-public

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“You can’t keep teasing me like this.” He growled with her pressed against the wall of the elevator. His breath tickled hairs at the nape of her neck. She could feel his grip on her forearms. She dared to play coy with him? The dark gaze set her skin on fire.

“Me? Tease you?” Her chin lifted in defiance as he bared his teeth. “You like it.” A dulcet purr as she felt the bite of that shiny buckle against her skin. She could feel his cock pulsating with need against her side.

“I ought to fuck you right here in this elevator.” The numbers beeped endlessly toward the top floor. And for a fleeting moment? She felt fear. A furious rush of blood to her face as he slid down the length of her body.

His hands took possession of her thighs as he hefted her upward, her legs locked around him automatically.

“I oughta make you scream my name in this elevator.”